04-02-2025, 07:44 AM
As I watched Aradhya writhing in insane pleasure mixed with pain, her dusky skin glistening with sweat, I was acutely aware of my own vulnerable position. My bare ass pressed against the cold toilet seat, pants bunched around my ankles. The chill air of the bathroom stall raised goosebumps on my exposed thighs. Yet, watching her straddle the low-class brute’s massive frame was even more torturous. Her thighs flexing as she rose and fell on him, her breasts bouncing with each drop. My phone shook in my sweaty grip as I drank in how confidently she was riding him, how she had taken complete control.
"Fuuuck...", I moaned weakly, seeing her grab his muscled chest for leverage. Her dark nipples were hard peaks, her head thrown back in abandon as she used his body for her pleasure. His hands engulfed her slim waist, helping lift her onto his thick shaft over and over. My cock pulses painfully as I notice how much bigger his hands are than mine, how they span her ribs so completely. Pre-cum drips steadily now as I watch her grind against him, her ass flexing with each circle of her hips. She never moved like this with me, never showed such raw sexuality. Who am I kidding? My pathetic 5 inches could never satisfy her like his thick monster was. Hell, half the time I'd cum before she even got her panties off, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied. But now... fuck...!!!
As their pace increased, my wife leaned forward, changing the angle. This gave the camera an unobstructed view of where their bodies joined. That brutish plumber's thick cock glistened with my wife's arousal as it slid in and out of her. The sight was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic in its repetition. My cock twitched in response, already fully erect. I wrapped my fingers around the base, squeezing tightly to stave off the urge to stroke myself.
The plumber grunted with each thrust, his pace quickening as he lost himself in the rhythm. I’m sure the heavy slap of skin on skin was echoing around the room, each thrust resonating with primal need. A sheen of sweat glistened on both their bodies, highlighting the roughness of the moment, the sheer rawness of their connection. The camera captured every intimate detail, every shudder of pleasure, as her body quaked with the force of their union. His fingers dig into her thighs, leaving marks I would undoubtedly see later. I whimpered remembering how she'd always seem disappointed when I'd shoot my load after just a few thrusts, barely getting her warmed up. But now she had transformed - wild, primal, commanding. Her spine arched as she rode him relentlessly, putting her pleasure on full display. I could almost hear her moans even through the silent video feed.
Harpreet's control finally snapped. With a movement so swift it was almost a blur on the camera, he sat up, wrapping one arm around Aradhya's waist while the other hand tangled in her hair. He pulled her head back, exposing the long line of her throat as he started to thrust up into her forcefully. Aradhya's body bounced with each powerful thrust, her full breasts jiggling enticingly. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on his shoulders, her nails leaving angry red trails on his skin. Her mouth opened in what must have been a cry of pleasure, her face contorted in an expression of exquisite agony.
My hips bucked involuntarily, my free hand gripping the edge of the toilet seat to steady myself. The risk of being caught like this - pants down, cock in hand, watching my wife fuck another man for the first time - sent a thrill of excitement through me. My cock even started leaking pre-cum, a drop sliding down my shaft.
The low-class man's hips moved faster, harder. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall. My wife's body was like a ragdoll in his arms, completely at his mercy. Yet her face showed nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure. As she neared her peak, she turned her head slightly towards the closet, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. It was as if she was looking directly into the camera, sharing this moment of ecstasy. Her body began to tremble, her thighs quivering around Harpreet's hips. I allowed myself one slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. I quickly removed my hand, panting heavily in the enclosed space of the stall. The scent of my arousal mingled with the harsh smell of industrial cleaner. "Not yet", I told myself.
With a final, powerful thrust, that low-class brute pushed her over the edge. Her back arched impossibly far, her mouth open in a silent scream as she came. Her body convulsed in Harpreet's arms, waves of pleasure visibly wracking her frame. He followed soon after, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself inside the condom while he was inside her. They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. Aradhya curled into Harpreet's side, her hand tracing lazy patterns on his chest. She glanced towards the closet one last time, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Her fingers trailed down to his softening cock, carefully removing the used condom and tying it off.
I then watched intently as her lips moved, clearly saying something to Harpreet. Though I couldn't hear her words, her expression was unmistakably seductive. The brute's response was visible in the way his body tensed, and his hand gripped her ass firmly, possessively. Aradhya reached over to the nightstand, pulling out another condom from the drawer. Her movements were deliberate, teasing, her fingers lingering as if she was savoring every second, as she tore open the foil packet.
The silent video feed captured every detail as she began to stroke the big muscular man back to hardness. She started slowly, her fingers dancing around the base of his cock, squeezing just right while her thumb teased the sensitive tip. Aradhya leaned closer, her breath hot against his skin, and within seconds, he began to respond, twitching and growing beneath her touch. I could see the tension building in his body, each stroke drawing him back from the brink of fatigue after his previous release.
With intent, Aradhya switched tactics, sinking to her knees while still maintaining eye contact. Her hands continued to pump him expertly, but now she leaned in, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. She began with soft kisses, then opened her mouth wider, taking him deeper. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head while her hands expertly stroked the base, sending fiery jolts through his body. I felt the familiar tightening in my balls, watching my wife's eagerness to pleasure another man.
The combination of her mouth and hands worked wonders, and soon enough, I watched as he started to swell in response, the initial glistening softness transitioning into a throbbing hardness. His breath quickened, and his body began to react, surrendering to her irresistible skills. The way she devoured him was a spectacle, her lips glistening as she pulled off, gasping for breath but never missing a beat with her hands. The video feed was a testament to her prowess, capturing every moment of this raw sensuality as Harpreet’s cock transformed under her expert touch. With each lick and stroke, you could see him reaching that precipice of desire again, the way his fingers dug into her hair, urging her onward, indicating just how deep his need ran. Aradhya rolled the fresh condom onto Harpreet's rapidly stiffening cock, her movements slow and purposeful.
The low-class plumber then said something and immediately rolled Aradhya onto her stomach. He grabbed a pillow, shoving it under her hips to elevate her ass. His large hands kneaded her buttocks, spreading them apart to reveal her most intimate areas. Aradhya turned her head to the side, giving the camera a perfect view of her profile. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted in anticipation. That ruffian leaned down, his beard brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Then, without warning, he buried his face between her legs. Aradhya's eyes flew open, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of surprise and pleasure. Her hands fisted in the sheets as his tongue explored her folds, lapping up her fluids.
His nose nudged against her clit, sending visible shockwaves of pleasure through her body. His technique was nothing short of masterful. He alternated between broad, flat licks that covered her entire pussy, and pointed jabs of his tongue that delved deep inside her. His hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as she writhed beneath him. Just as she seemed on the brink of another orgasm, he pulled away. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a predatory grin on his face. Then he positioned himself behind her, the head of his condom-wrapped cock nudging at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, her buried himself to the hilt inside her.
Her back arched off the bed, her face a mask of shocked pleasure. Harpreet didn't give her time to adjust. He started pounding into her with wild abandon, his hips snapping forward with enough force to jolt Aradhya up the bed. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples dragging against the rough sheets. Her hands scrabbled for purchase, finally finding the headboard. She braced herself against it, pushing back to meet Harpreet's thrusts. The camera captured every detail - the way the plumber's abs clenched with each thrust, the jiggle of my wife's ass as his hips slammed against it, the glistening of sweat on their bodies. It was a raw, primal scene of pure lust. The low-class bastard wasn’t just fucking her; he was owning her. With each furious thrust, he was pushing her limits, the head of his cock finding her sweet spot repeatedly. I’m sure she could feel herself unravelling, pleasure building with each demanding push against her g-spot.
If that wasn’t enough, his hand snaked around her body, finding her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, perfectly in sync with his thrusts. Aradhya's reaction was immediate and intense. Her whole body went rigid, her back arching so far it looked almost painful. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she came, her pussy visibly clenching around Harpreet's cock. The brute didn't stop. He continued pounding into her through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was a quivering mess beneath him. He was relentless, driving deeper, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming louder I’m sure, more desperate, drowning out any other noise. It was a filthy, unapologetic display of lust that left no room for anything but raw pleasure.
Finally, he must’ve felt the pressure building within him, the heat pooling. Only then did he allow himself to let go. With a brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside my wife and came, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk!!!!", I whispered, my voice barely audible as I started to cum too. My orgasm crashed over me in waves, jizz spurting onto my stomach and thighs. I bit down on my knuckles to muffle my groans, body shuddering uncontrollably. They collapsed onto the bed, both panting heavily. Harpreet rolled to the side, pulling Aradhya with him so that they were spooning. His softening cock slipped out of her, followed by a trickle of their combined fluids. Harpreet's eyes widened as he realized what had happened. He quickly looked down, confirming it - the condom had torn, its tattered remains clinging uselessly to his shaft.
The implications of what just happened hit me like a freight train. My wife, freshly creampied by another man who seemed pleased with this turn of events. Despite the potential consequences, I felt my spent cock twitch with renewed interest. As I watch Aradhya and Harpreet's silent exchange, I knew our lives will never be the same. And a part of me couldn't wait to see what would happen next in this twisted game we'd started.
"Fuuuck...", I moaned weakly, seeing her grab his muscled chest for leverage. Her dark nipples were hard peaks, her head thrown back in abandon as she used his body for her pleasure. His hands engulfed her slim waist, helping lift her onto his thick shaft over and over. My cock pulses painfully as I notice how much bigger his hands are than mine, how they span her ribs so completely. Pre-cum drips steadily now as I watch her grind against him, her ass flexing with each circle of her hips. She never moved like this with me, never showed such raw sexuality. Who am I kidding? My pathetic 5 inches could never satisfy her like his thick monster was. Hell, half the time I'd cum before she even got her panties off, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied. But now... fuck...!!!
As their pace increased, my wife leaned forward, changing the angle. This gave the camera an unobstructed view of where their bodies joined. That brutish plumber's thick cock glistened with my wife's arousal as it slid in and out of her. The sight was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic in its repetition. My cock twitched in response, already fully erect. I wrapped my fingers around the base, squeezing tightly to stave off the urge to stroke myself.
The plumber grunted with each thrust, his pace quickening as he lost himself in the rhythm. I’m sure the heavy slap of skin on skin was echoing around the room, each thrust resonating with primal need. A sheen of sweat glistened on both their bodies, highlighting the roughness of the moment, the sheer rawness of their connection. The camera captured every intimate detail, every shudder of pleasure, as her body quaked with the force of their union. His fingers dig into her thighs, leaving marks I would undoubtedly see later. I whimpered remembering how she'd always seem disappointed when I'd shoot my load after just a few thrusts, barely getting her warmed up. But now she had transformed - wild, primal, commanding. Her spine arched as she rode him relentlessly, putting her pleasure on full display. I could almost hear her moans even through the silent video feed.
Harpreet's control finally snapped. With a movement so swift it was almost a blur on the camera, he sat up, wrapping one arm around Aradhya's waist while the other hand tangled in her hair. He pulled her head back, exposing the long line of her throat as he started to thrust up into her forcefully. Aradhya's body bounced with each powerful thrust, her full breasts jiggling enticingly. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on his shoulders, her nails leaving angry red trails on his skin. Her mouth opened in what must have been a cry of pleasure, her face contorted in an expression of exquisite agony.
My hips bucked involuntarily, my free hand gripping the edge of the toilet seat to steady myself. The risk of being caught like this - pants down, cock in hand, watching my wife fuck another man for the first time - sent a thrill of excitement through me. My cock even started leaking pre-cum, a drop sliding down my shaft.
The low-class man's hips moved faster, harder. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall. My wife's body was like a ragdoll in his arms, completely at his mercy. Yet her face showed nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure. As she neared her peak, she turned her head slightly towards the closet, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. It was as if she was looking directly into the camera, sharing this moment of ecstasy. Her body began to tremble, her thighs quivering around Harpreet's hips. I allowed myself one slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. I quickly removed my hand, panting heavily in the enclosed space of the stall. The scent of my arousal mingled with the harsh smell of industrial cleaner. "Not yet", I told myself.
With a final, powerful thrust, that low-class brute pushed her over the edge. Her back arched impossibly far, her mouth open in a silent scream as she came. Her body convulsed in Harpreet's arms, waves of pleasure visibly wracking her frame. He followed soon after, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself inside the condom while he was inside her. They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. Aradhya curled into Harpreet's side, her hand tracing lazy patterns on his chest. She glanced towards the closet one last time, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Her fingers trailed down to his softening cock, carefully removing the used condom and tying it off.
I then watched intently as her lips moved, clearly saying something to Harpreet. Though I couldn't hear her words, her expression was unmistakably seductive. The brute's response was visible in the way his body tensed, and his hand gripped her ass firmly, possessively. Aradhya reached over to the nightstand, pulling out another condom from the drawer. Her movements were deliberate, teasing, her fingers lingering as if she was savoring every second, as she tore open the foil packet.
The silent video feed captured every detail as she began to stroke the big muscular man back to hardness. She started slowly, her fingers dancing around the base of his cock, squeezing just right while her thumb teased the sensitive tip. Aradhya leaned closer, her breath hot against his skin, and within seconds, he began to respond, twitching and growing beneath her touch. I could see the tension building in his body, each stroke drawing him back from the brink of fatigue after his previous release.
With intent, Aradhya switched tactics, sinking to her knees while still maintaining eye contact. Her hands continued to pump him expertly, but now she leaned in, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. She began with soft kisses, then opened her mouth wider, taking him deeper. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head while her hands expertly stroked the base, sending fiery jolts through his body. I felt the familiar tightening in my balls, watching my wife's eagerness to pleasure another man.
The combination of her mouth and hands worked wonders, and soon enough, I watched as he started to swell in response, the initial glistening softness transitioning into a throbbing hardness. His breath quickened, and his body began to react, surrendering to her irresistible skills. The way she devoured him was a spectacle, her lips glistening as she pulled off, gasping for breath but never missing a beat with her hands. The video feed was a testament to her prowess, capturing every moment of this raw sensuality as Harpreet’s cock transformed under her expert touch. With each lick and stroke, you could see him reaching that precipice of desire again, the way his fingers dug into her hair, urging her onward, indicating just how deep his need ran. Aradhya rolled the fresh condom onto Harpreet's rapidly stiffening cock, her movements slow and purposeful.
The low-class plumber then said something and immediately rolled Aradhya onto her stomach. He grabbed a pillow, shoving it under her hips to elevate her ass. His large hands kneaded her buttocks, spreading them apart to reveal her most intimate areas. Aradhya turned her head to the side, giving the camera a perfect view of her profile. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted in anticipation. That ruffian leaned down, his beard brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Then, without warning, he buried his face between her legs. Aradhya's eyes flew open, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of surprise and pleasure. Her hands fisted in the sheets as his tongue explored her folds, lapping up her fluids.
His nose nudged against her clit, sending visible shockwaves of pleasure through her body. His technique was nothing short of masterful. He alternated between broad, flat licks that covered her entire pussy, and pointed jabs of his tongue that delved deep inside her. His hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as she writhed beneath him. Just as she seemed on the brink of another orgasm, he pulled away. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a predatory grin on his face. Then he positioned himself behind her, the head of his condom-wrapped cock nudging at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, her buried himself to the hilt inside her.
Her back arched off the bed, her face a mask of shocked pleasure. Harpreet didn't give her time to adjust. He started pounding into her with wild abandon, his hips snapping forward with enough force to jolt Aradhya up the bed. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples dragging against the rough sheets. Her hands scrabbled for purchase, finally finding the headboard. She braced herself against it, pushing back to meet Harpreet's thrusts. The camera captured every detail - the way the plumber's abs clenched with each thrust, the jiggle of my wife's ass as his hips slammed against it, the glistening of sweat on their bodies. It was a raw, primal scene of pure lust. The low-class bastard wasn’t just fucking her; he was owning her. With each furious thrust, he was pushing her limits, the head of his cock finding her sweet spot repeatedly. I’m sure she could feel herself unravelling, pleasure building with each demanding push against her g-spot.
If that wasn’t enough, his hand snaked around her body, finding her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, perfectly in sync with his thrusts. Aradhya's reaction was immediate and intense. Her whole body went rigid, her back arching so far it looked almost painful. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she came, her pussy visibly clenching around Harpreet's cock. The brute didn't stop. He continued pounding into her through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was a quivering mess beneath him. He was relentless, driving deeper, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming louder I’m sure, more desperate, drowning out any other noise. It was a filthy, unapologetic display of lust that left no room for anything but raw pleasure.
Finally, he must’ve felt the pressure building within him, the heat pooling. Only then did he allow himself to let go. With a brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside my wife and came, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk!!!!", I whispered, my voice barely audible as I started to cum too. My orgasm crashed over me in waves, jizz spurting onto my stomach and thighs. I bit down on my knuckles to muffle my groans, body shuddering uncontrollably. They collapsed onto the bed, both panting heavily. Harpreet rolled to the side, pulling Aradhya with him so that they were spooning. His softening cock slipped out of her, followed by a trickle of their combined fluids. Harpreet's eyes widened as he realized what had happened. He quickly looked down, confirming it - the condom had torn, its tattered remains clinging uselessly to his shaft.
The implications of what just happened hit me like a freight train. My wife, freshly creampied by another man who seemed pleased with this turn of events. Despite the potential consequences, I felt my spent cock twitch with renewed interest. As I watch Aradhya and Harpreet's silent exchange, I knew our lives will never be the same. And a part of me couldn't wait to see what would happen next in this twisted game we'd started.
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