My Sweet Wife Radha

[ashipremkumar]

“God, Radha, you’re so tight,” Mike growled, his voice rough with lust, “your core grips me like nothing else.” Radha’s body was a storm of ecstasy—her light brown skin flushed crimson, her breasts heaving wildly, her nipples hard as diamonds. Her screams tore through the house, raw and animalistic, “Mike! It’s too much—please stop!” as her first orgasm exploded, her core convulsing around his large manhood, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. But he didn’t stop—he pounded harder, deeper, and she came again, her body arching off the bed, “Stop, Mike, I can’t—oh god!” her voice breaking as a second climax ripped through her, her nails raking his back, her core gushing in a torrent of release.
Yet even as she begged him to stop, her hips rose to meet his thrusts, her almond eyes wild with need. “Don’t stop now,” she gasped, her voice shifting to desperate pleading, “fill me, Mike—flood my womb with your seed, give me everything!” Mike’s groans turned into primal roars, his hips slamming into her with ferocious power, the wet sounds of their union echoing like thunder. His climax erupted like a volcano—his manhood swelled impossibly larger, pulsating with violent force as he unleashed thick, endless ropes of seed into my darling wife’s sweet womb, flooding her so completely that it overflowed, dripping down her thighs in creamy streams. “Take it all, Radha,” he roared, staying buried deep, pumping with slow, deliberate thrusts, his groans guttural as he forced every last drop into her, claiming her body but never her heart.
Afterward, they collapsed together, Radha’s body wracked with aftershocks, her breath a series of broken gasps, her light brown skin slick with sweat and glistening with their combined essence. Mike pulled her into his arms, cuddling her close on the stained sheets, their bodies entwined. “That was incredible, Radha,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, “your tightness, your screams—it felt so good.” Radha nestled against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin, a Satisfied smile on her lips. “It felt amazing, Mike,” she said, her voice husky, “doing this on my anniversary… it made me so horny, so naughty. I couldn’t help myself.” They lay there for a while, murmuring softly about the intensity, her light brown curves pressed against him, the air thick with their shared passion.
I watched, my manhood throbbing painfully, my hand frantically stroking it through my jeans as her final scream shattered the air. My own climax exploded with blinding force, my cum shooting in powerful spurts, soaking my jeans, my body shuddering violently as I gasped, nearly collapsing against the wall, the intensity of awakening to my wife’s betrayal consuming me in perverse, overwhelming pleasure, my love for her burning brighter than ever.
Mike slowly withdrew, his manhood still glistening and semi-hard, coated in their essence, and he dressed quickly, pulling on his clothes with a triumphant smirk. Radha remained on the bed for a moment, her legs splayed, her core a glistening mess, leaking thick streams of Mike’s seed, before following him downstairs naked to say goodbye, her breasts swaying, her hips moving with a languid, sated grace, her core still dripping as she walked. She kissed him deeply at the threshold, then walked back up the stairs, her fingers sliding between her thighs, scooping the thick mixture and tasting it slowly, her almond eyes half-closed in lingering ecstasy, her heart racing with dread at the thought of me catching her.
I stepped from the shadows into the bedroom doorway, the bag with the black lace ruffle bralette and matching loose shorts in one hand, my jeans soaked with my own release, my breath heavy. Radha froze mid-step on the stairs, her fingers still glistening at her lips, her eyes widening in pure terror as she saw me, her face draining of color, her heart pounding so hard she could barely breathe, convinced I’d be furious, that I’d reject her for her naughtiness. “Darling!” she gasped, her voice trembling with panic, her naked body shaking, Mike’s seed still dripping down her thighs. But instead of anger, a wave of love and perverse arousal washed over me. I dropped the bag, the black lace set spilling out, and rushed to her, pulling her into a warm, enveloping hug that instantly melted her fear. She collapsed into my arms, her trembling body relaxing against mine, the terror in her eyes giving way to relief and adoration as my embrace made her feel safe, cherished, and utterly loved. “Your hug… it makes everything okay,” she said, her voice thick with emotion, “I love you even more for this.”
“I love your naughty side, Radha,” I said against her lips, my voice thick with adoration and lust, “seeing you with Mike, so wild, so free—it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I want you to keep being this kinky slut wife—enjoy every moment of it, my love, because it makes our bond unbreakable.” Her almond eyes sparkled with love and mischief, her fear completely gone, replaced by a deeper devotion to me. I lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed—still warm and damp from their passion, the sheets stained with Mike’s seed—and sat her down gently, kissing her softly, my hands caressing her breasts, her nipples hardening under my touch, our souls intertwining. I took her hands, guiding them to my jeans, pressing them against my soaked crotch, the fabric sticky with my cum. “Feel this, my love,” I murmured, “I leaked watching Mike cum in you, filling your womb. It drove me wild.”
Radha’s eyes widened, then softened with understanding, her fingers tracing the wet patch, a sultry smile spreading across her lips. “Oh, darling,” she purred, her voice regaining its playful edge, “you love your naughty wife, don’t you? I was so scared you’d catch me and hate me, but your hug made me feel so safe, so loved—I love you more than ever for it.” She took a deep breath, her voice turning serious yet dripping with lust. “There’s something I need to confess, darling. This… this affair with Mike, it’s been going on for the last two months. It started because of our roleplays—your filthy words, urging me to seduce him, to open my legs for him. And that dirty idea of yours, making me go to the office without a bra, my breasts jiggling under my blouse, nipples hard and poking through as I leaned over his desk… it pushed me over the edge. Mike couldn’t resist, and neither could I. Every time I teased him with my swaying tits, he’d pull me into his office, fuck me raw, and I’d come home dripping, thinking of you.” Her eyes locked on mine, gleaming with love and depravity. “I want to keep doing this—with your blessing, letting other cocks wreck my pussy while you watch, because your love is my everything.”
She reached for the black lace ruffle bralette and matching loose shorts, slipping into them slowly, teasingly—the ruffled bralette barely containing her full breasts, her dark nipples piercing the sheer lace, the loose shorts hanging low on her hips, the crotch already soaked with Mike’s leaking seed, a glistening trail running down her thick thighs. “Dress your wicked wife, darling,” she teased, her voice thick with love, “and chase me through this house, rip this flimsy lace off me as I run, my pussy leaking his cum, and take me in every room until the night ends, because I’m yours forever.”