12-05-2026, 03:17 AM
The long long wait.
Last message from her was "Reached". After that nothing. I was worried and excited. Eventually I fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up.....It was almost 3:30 am. I had been pacing around the living room like a madman, checking my phone every few minutes. My cock was rock hard with anticipation. I kept imagining all the possible things that could have happened to Avi at the party.
Finally, I heard a car pull up outside. I rushed to the window and saw Mr. Sharma’s SUV. Avi stepped out slowly. Even from the window I could tell she was a complete mess. My heart started pounding with excitement.
I opened the door immediately.
Avi stood there, leaning against the door frame with a tired but naughty smile. Her hair was ruined, her saree was barely holding on, and there were visible bite marks on her neck and shoulder. She looked exhausted, but her eyes were shining with excitement.
She chuckled softly the moment she saw me and said, “Your wife was fucke…”
I didn’t even let her finish the sentence. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut. As soon as she was in the light, I could see everything clearly — her blouse was open with broken hooks, her breasts covered in red love bites and dried cum, her pallu had fallen completely, and thick white streaks were running down her inner thighs.
She looked utterly used… and incredibly hot.
I pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply. Her mouth tasted of cum. I ran my hands all over her body, feeling the sticky patches on her skin and the red handprints on her ass.
“You’re completely destroyed,” I whispered excitedly.
Avi smiled tiredly but proudly. Even though she was exhausted, she seemed eager to show off her “war wounds.” She slowly dropped her pallu to the floor and turned around so I could see every mark, every bite, every drop of cum on her body.
“Five of them… They fucked me for almost two hours straight,” she said, her voice hoarse but filled with thrill.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I carried her to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and spread her legs. Her pussy was swollen, red, and leaking a huge load of mixed cum. I pushed my cock into her sloppy, used hole in one stroke.
While I fucked her hard, she narrated everything in detail — how they slowly broke her resistance, how they passed her around, how they used all her holes and how Mr. Sharma promised her the promotion and huge hike while cumming inside her.
Hearing her exhausted but excited voice describing every filthy detail made me go crazy. I fucked her like an animal, adding my own load deep into her already overflowing pussy.
She was sore, completely spent, and had trouble even keeping her eyes open… but she kept smiling and whispering more dirty details just to make me harder.
That night, my beautiful arranged-marriage wife had finally crossed into full slut mode — and I loved every second of it.
Last message from her was "Reached". After that nothing. I was worried and excited. Eventually I fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up.....It was almost 3:30 am. I had been pacing around the living room like a madman, checking my phone every few minutes. My cock was rock hard with anticipation. I kept imagining all the possible things that could have happened to Avi at the party.
Finally, I heard a car pull up outside. I rushed to the window and saw Mr. Sharma’s SUV. Avi stepped out slowly. Even from the window I could tell she was a complete mess. My heart started pounding with excitement.
I opened the door immediately.
Avi stood there, leaning against the door frame with a tired but naughty smile. Her hair was ruined, her saree was barely holding on, and there were visible bite marks on her neck and shoulder. She looked exhausted, but her eyes were shining with excitement.
She chuckled softly the moment she saw me and said, “Your wife was fucke…”
I didn’t even let her finish the sentence. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut. As soon as she was in the light, I could see everything clearly — her blouse was open with broken hooks, her breasts covered in red love bites and dried cum, her pallu had fallen completely, and thick white streaks were running down her inner thighs.
She looked utterly used… and incredibly hot.
I pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply. Her mouth tasted of cum. I ran my hands all over her body, feeling the sticky patches on her skin and the red handprints on her ass.
“You’re completely destroyed,” I whispered excitedly.
Avi smiled tiredly but proudly. Even though she was exhausted, she seemed eager to show off her “war wounds.” She slowly dropped her pallu to the floor and turned around so I could see every mark, every bite, every drop of cum on her body.
“Five of them… They fucked me for almost two hours straight,” she said, her voice hoarse but filled with thrill.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I carried her to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and spread her legs. Her pussy was swollen, red, and leaking a huge load of mixed cum. I pushed my cock into her sloppy, used hole in one stroke.
While I fucked her hard, she narrated everything in detail — how they slowly broke her resistance, how they passed her around, how they used all her holes and how Mr. Sharma promised her the promotion and huge hike while cumming inside her.
Hearing her exhausted but excited voice describing every filthy detail made me go crazy. I fucked her like an animal, adding my own load deep into her already overflowing pussy.
She was sore, completely spent, and had trouble even keeping her eyes open… but she kept smiling and whispering more dirty details just to make me harder.
That night, my beautiful arranged-marriage wife had finally crossed into full slut mode — and I loved every second of it.
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