21-10-2022, 02:06 PM
A few minutes later, I saw Fahim put his hand on Ketaki's smooth milky white shins. He then started moving the hand gradually upwards, puling the skirt up. First her bare knees came into view, then her bare thighs. And then the skirt stopped moving upwards. But Fahim's hand was still buried under it. A moment later, I could hear Ketaki start moaning loudly. I knew those moans. Fahim was fingering my wife! My driver had his thick raspy fingers buried in my wife's cunt!
That jolted me out from the state of an incredibly turned on spectator to an enraged husband. What the fuck was happening? I reached for the cellphone and this time dialed the home number. On screen I could hear the phone start ringing. Fahim paused. Ketaki's moans stopped as well.
He hurriedly stood up, and with his big back out of the way. I now saw, dumbstruck, that my wife's 34D boobs were on full display. Her t-shirt and bra were rolled up under her shoulder. As the phone rang shrilly, she got up, but made no effort to cover her tits. Her boobs still hanging out, and her back towards the webcam, she walked to the phone table which was behind the couch. She peered at the display and breathlessly said,
"It's Samir calling."
"Hmmm." Fahim nonchalantly said, walking up to her. "Aren't you going to answer it?"
"I don't know..... should I?" she asked.
"Yes, you fucking should, you whore!" I said under my breath.
"It's up to you." Fahim said, and stepping behind her, reached around with her hands and started playing with her nipples. Ketaki responded by resting her head on his chest.
"Mmmmmm....I'll just tell him I was in the bathroom." she said and turned around, now facing Fahim.
Fahim gently grabbed hold of her t-shirt and bra and started pulling them off. Ketaki raised her hands and allowed him to, leaving her completely topless.
"Oh how I've missed these boobs." Fahim said, and started biting and sucking them.
"Mmm." Ketaki said, "and you know what I've missed?" and I watched, almost on the verge of tears, and she gestured towards his crotch.
Fahim smiled happily, and unzipped his pants. Ketaki bent in her waist and pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing a semi-erect dick. It was not particularly big. I mean it wasn't small. But it wasn't gargantuan or anything. Still bent in her, waist, Ketaki took it in her mouth and started sucking it. Her blowjob technique had always been spectacular, and I wasn't surprised when the dick soon seemed to be fully erect. I could hear Ketaki making guttural gagging noises, as Fahim's shaft went in and out of her mouth.
Meanwhile, Fahim had kept himself busy too. He had bent over, and pulled up Ketaki's skirt from the back, so it was bunched up around her waist. He had slipped her panties down. And his huge hand, thanks to the long reach that his massive arms gave him, was seemingly fingering her again.
"Ohhhhh Ketaki, no one has a mouth quite like you." Fahim said in a breathless voice.
After a few moment, Fahim withdrew his hand. He then put both his hands on her waist. Then, I almost yelped in surprise as he effortless lifted her from the waist, as if he was just turning a doll around. Ketaki let out a squeal of joy as her legs were in the air, in front of Fahim's face. He then held her upturned body against his own, hugging it loosely and said,
"Turn around so you're facing my cock."
"Fahim!" Ketaki said laughing, "I am a bit heavier I used to be. You'll lose your grip and drop me on my head."
"Yeah, I can see where you are heavier." and bent his head down to bite her asscheek, making her squeal and then laugh. "But don't worry, I am also stronger than I used to be.
Ketaki turned her body around with great effort, even as Fahim held her waist in his bear hug. And in a few seconds, was exactly in the position he wanted. Her cunt just below his face, and his dick in her mouth. In a bizarre standing version of 69 that I had never even contemplated. By now, the outrage and the anger had drained out of me, and I was back to watching the proceedings as if I were watching a porno or a peep show. It didn't matter anymore that my wife was the one being treated like a toy by my driver. If anything, that added to the eroticness.
That jolted me out from the state of an incredibly turned on spectator to an enraged husband. What the fuck was happening? I reached for the cellphone and this time dialed the home number. On screen I could hear the phone start ringing. Fahim paused. Ketaki's moans stopped as well.
He hurriedly stood up, and with his big back out of the way. I now saw, dumbstruck, that my wife's 34D boobs were on full display. Her t-shirt and bra were rolled up under her shoulder. As the phone rang shrilly, she got up, but made no effort to cover her tits. Her boobs still hanging out, and her back towards the webcam, she walked to the phone table which was behind the couch. She peered at the display and breathlessly said,
"It's Samir calling."
"Hmmm." Fahim nonchalantly said, walking up to her. "Aren't you going to answer it?"
"I don't know..... should I?" she asked.
"Yes, you fucking should, you whore!" I said under my breath.
"It's up to you." Fahim said, and stepping behind her, reached around with her hands and started playing with her nipples. Ketaki responded by resting her head on his chest.
"Mmmmmm....I'll just tell him I was in the bathroom." she said and turned around, now facing Fahim.
Fahim gently grabbed hold of her t-shirt and bra and started pulling them off. Ketaki raised her hands and allowed him to, leaving her completely topless.
"Oh how I've missed these boobs." Fahim said, and started biting and sucking them.
"Mmm." Ketaki said, "and you know what I've missed?" and I watched, almost on the verge of tears, and she gestured towards his crotch.
Fahim smiled happily, and unzipped his pants. Ketaki bent in her waist and pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing a semi-erect dick. It was not particularly big. I mean it wasn't small. But it wasn't gargantuan or anything. Still bent in her, waist, Ketaki took it in her mouth and started sucking it. Her blowjob technique had always been spectacular, and I wasn't surprised when the dick soon seemed to be fully erect. I could hear Ketaki making guttural gagging noises, as Fahim's shaft went in and out of her mouth.
Meanwhile, Fahim had kept himself busy too. He had bent over, and pulled up Ketaki's skirt from the back, so it was bunched up around her waist. He had slipped her panties down. And his huge hand, thanks to the long reach that his massive arms gave him, was seemingly fingering her again.
"Ohhhhh Ketaki, no one has a mouth quite like you." Fahim said in a breathless voice.
After a few moment, Fahim withdrew his hand. He then put both his hands on her waist. Then, I almost yelped in surprise as he effortless lifted her from the waist, as if he was just turning a doll around. Ketaki let out a squeal of joy as her legs were in the air, in front of Fahim's face. He then held her upturned body against his own, hugging it loosely and said,
"Turn around so you're facing my cock."
"Fahim!" Ketaki said laughing, "I am a bit heavier I used to be. You'll lose your grip and drop me on my head."
"Yeah, I can see where you are heavier." and bent his head down to bite her asscheek, making her squeal and then laugh. "But don't worry, I am also stronger than I used to be.
Ketaki turned her body around with great effort, even as Fahim held her waist in his bear hug. And in a few seconds, was exactly in the position he wanted. Her cunt just below his face, and his dick in her mouth. In a bizarre standing version of 69 that I had never even contemplated. By now, the outrage and the anger had drained out of me, and I was back to watching the proceedings as if I were watching a porno or a peep show. It didn't matter anymore that my wife was the one being treated like a toy by my driver. If anything, that added to the eroticness.
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