Me(Sonalika) - How I love my Father in law(3 Videos) - Scene 9 - Gold*

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Scene 9

 I walked down the stairs, my legs shaking, my pussy still throbbing from the show I just put on. I reached the small table in the hallway. There it was—my shiny touch phone. The screen was dark, but the call timer was running.

03:42... 03:43...

It was live. My old Nokia was up there behind the pipes, listening. I picked up the phone and pressed it hard against my ear. I hid in the shadows of the corridor, holding my breath. The sound came through clear, just a little tinny. The wind on the terrace, the rustle of clothes, and then... their voices.

Lokesh spoke first. His voice sounded rough, angry, but thick with lust. "Fuck, Riya... what the hell was that? My wife's gone crazy. Talking about sucking my cock right in front of you? Bending over the table? She's never like that—usually just lays there like a dead fish. Boring missionary, lights off."

Riya laughed. It was a breathy, teasing sound that made my blood boil. "Oh, come on, Lokesh. Admit it—you got hard. I saw the tent in your pants. I felt you twitch when she bit your ear. Your little village wife putting on a show? Kinda hot, in a desperate, sad way. Bet her pussy's dripping right now, thinking about you fucking her while I watch."

Lokesh groaned low, a guttural sound. I heard the fabric rustle—he was touching himself through his pants. "Shit, yeah... okay, maybe. But she's bluffing. Sonalika? Dirty talk? Last time we fucked, she wouldn't even say 'cock'—called it 'thing' like some prude. You, though... fuck, Riya. Last night in that Gurgaon hotel? You on your knees, choking on my dick, begging for more? That's what I need. Not her boring village shit."

My heart stopped. Gurgaon hotel. Last night. He wasn't just working late. He was balls-deep in her throat while I was waiting for his call.

Riya's voice dropped, getting naughty and fun. "Mmm, remember? You grabbed my hair, fucked my throat till I gagged, tears running down my face. Called me your dirty slut. God, I came without even touching my clit."

She paused, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "But hey... if Sonalika wants to play, maybe we give her a show. Tonight, after dinner—me riding you in the guest room, door open. Let her hear me scream your name. Let her hear how you stretch my tight pussy. Let that shy little thing finally see how a real woman fucks."

Lokesh laughed, deep and mean. Then came the sound that broke me. ZZZZZZIP. The sound of a zipper going down. I knew that sound. I hated it, but right now, it burned in my gut.
"You're evil, baby," Lokesh growled. "Fuck yes, your pussy's like velvet, gripping me so tight every time. But yeah... let her hear. Make her jealous. Then tomorrow, when I'm balls-deep in you again, she'll know she's second best."

He gasped. "Shit, I'm throbbing. Suck it quick, Riya. Get me off before your 'she' comes back up."
Riya giggled, a light, cruel sound. Then came the wet noises. Slurp. Lick. Suck. "Mmmph... big boy... tastes like you missed me," she mumbled, her mouth clearly full of him. "Deeper? Yeah, fuck my face... imagine it's my cunt, baby. Cum down my throat—don't waste a drop."

I stood there in the dark hallway, frozen. The sounds filled my ear—Lokesh grunting, the wet, sloppy sounds of her lips on his shaft, Riya gagging slightly as he pushed deep.
"That's it, slut... take it all," Lokesh moaned. "Fuck, you're better than her any day. Oh god..." He groaned loud, a long, shuddering release. Gulp. Riya hummed happily. "Mmm... delicious. See? Easy."

They zipped up. They laughed softly, sharing a secret kiss.

I lowered the phone. The call was still running, but I had heard enough. Tears pricked my eyes, mixing with the sweat on my face. My husband was gone. He was cheating, fucking Riya like his real wife, treating me like trash.

But as I stood there, the sadness turned into something else. It turned into cold, hard anger. I wiped my face. I fixed my blouse, pulling it tight to show off my chest again. You want to leave the door open, Riya? You want me to hear you scream? Fine.

I looked towards the back room. Towards Babuji. Tonight, while they screw in the guest room, I won't be crying in my bed. I'll sneak to Babuji. I will tell him everything. I will let him fuck me slow and deep. I will scream his name louder than she screams yours. I will make Babuji claim me so hard that I forget Lokesh even exists.

Revenge starts tonight. And it starts with Babuji’s cock inside me, making me his forever.