Adultery Encouraged to become Hot wife

[cuck_wife]

Part2
We’re home now, but the resort never really left us. Every night Sunanda climbs on top of me, slides down slow, and we relive it all—only dirtier, because now we know exactly how it feels.
Last night she was riding me deep and steady, her heavy breasts swaying right above my face. She looked straight into my eyes and whispered,
“Baby… tell me again why you love turning your wife into a hotwife. Why does it make you so hard when other men fuck me?”
I groaned, grabbed her hips and thrust up hard, burying myself deeper.
“Because you’re mine, Sunanda. All mine. And when another man slides into this perfect, tight pussy, I get to see how fucking desirable you are. Every moan you give him is proof that I married the sexiest woman alive.”
She clenched around me, moaning soft. “Keep going…”
“I love the way you light up when they want you. Your nipples get so hard, your cheeks flush, your pussy gets so wet it drips down your thighs. Seeing you lose control for someone else… knowing you’ll come back and beg for my cock even harder… fuck, it drives me insane.”
She leaned down, lips brushing mine, rocking slow and deliberate.
“But why do you like them cumming inside me? Why do you want to feel their loads when you reclaim me?”
I slapped her ass lightly, then gripped it tight.
“Because it’s the ultimate proof, baby. They can fuck you, make you scream, fill you up… but in the end I slide into that hot, sloppy, cum-filled pussy and remind you who you really belong to. Feeling their warmth around my cock while you look at me and whisper ‘I’m still yours’… nothing in the world feels dirtier or better.”
She started riding faster, breath hitching.
“And when they call me a slut… when they grab my hair and use me hard… you love that too?”
“Love it,” I growled, flipping her onto her back and pinning her legs wide. “I love hearing them say ‘Your wife is such a greedy little slut, Ramesh’ while they pound you. Because they’re right—you are greedy. Greedy for cock, greedy for pleasure, greedy for every filthy thing we give you. And I’m proud as hell that I’m the man who gets to watch it and still own you completely.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, nails digging into my shoulders.
“Tell me what you felt at the resort… when you watched Raju and Pradeep both inside me at the same time.”
I slammed into her harder, feeling her tighten with every word.
“I felt like the luckiest bastard alive. Watching your body shake between them, hearing you scream around one cock while the other stretched your ass… knowing I made that happen. Knowing every thrust they gave you was because I allowed it. And when they came inside you, one after the other, and you looked at me with those teary, fucked-out eyes and mouthed ‘I love you’… baby, I almost came without touching myself.”
She was close now, trembling, pussy fluttering around me.
“And when you finally fucked me after… when you felt all their cum inside me…”
“That was the best part,” I rasped, pounding deep and steady. “Sliding into that warm, messy heaven and knowing three men had marked you… but only one gets to keep you. Only one gets to fall asleep inside you every night.”
She came hard then—back arching, walls squeezing me like a vice, crying out my name over and over.
I followed seconds later, pumping deep, adding my load to the memory of theirs.
Afterward, we lay tangled and sweaty. She traced lazy circles on my chest and whispered,
“I love being your hotwife, Ramesh. I love knowing every time another man fucks me, it makes you want me even more.”
I kissed her slow and deep.
“And I love giving you that freedom, baby. Because no matter how many cocks you take, you always come home dripping and desperate for mine.”
She smiled against my lips.
“Then keep giving me more. I’m nowhere near done being bad.”
Neither am I. ?art 2