Adultery Shiva watched his wife being fucked by neighbor uncle (cuckold) (Upd July 17)

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Shiva quietly looking from back row saw the massive cock of uncle (Shiva was also in trans looking at her wife’s romance with the neighbour uncle and believed uncle’s cock is big)



He was insulted looking at his massive size but quickly felt happy for his wife that finally she got to enjoy big cock, her choice of picking this old uncle is proved right one more time.  Nursing the baby, watching the movie on the screen and movie on the front row, Shiva got confused and went into some kind of fantasy without his knowledge

He had lost his job due to AI, expenses of baby  —hurt Shiva even more than the humiliations from the society about being jobless. He is feeling bad for not able to buy the cosmetics for his wife

To make ends meet, Shiva took on odd jobs driving cars.

In the process, he landed a job as a car driver for a landlord named Sudarshan.

One day, upon arriving at the office, his boss summoned him to his room and instructed him to go to a specific address, pick up a box they would hand him, and bring it back.

Shiva went to the address, mentioned Sudarshan’s name, collected the box, and started driving back to the office. On the way, curious about the contents, he opened it. Inside, he found a thin rope, six metal clips, a whip, and a small tube with a ball attached; when he pressed a button, the ball spun rapidly, making a whirring sound. Not fully understanding what these items were, he put them back in the box and went into his boss's room.

His boss was shouting at someone on the phone: "How can you tell me this now? Don't you have any sense? I booked this ages ago; what are my friends and I supposed to do now?" He then hung up.

"Sir, I’ve brought the box."

"Take it and throw it in the river."

"What do you mean, sir? You seem upset; if there’s anything I can do to help, I will."

Just then, Ramya called, but Shiva disconnected the call.

"My friends and I had booked a whore for the night, but the bitch bailed on us...The whole night's party is ruined."

Just then, Ramya called again.

"Go take that call," Sudarshan said.

Shiva stepped aside and answered the phone. "What is it? How many times do you have to call? What the hell are you doing that's so important?" she asked irritably.

Shiva explained everything that had happened to his wife.

"Oh really? Okay, ask them how much they're paying; I'll stay on the line," she said. Shiva put the phone in his pocket, went up to 'Sir', and asked, "Sir, so... how much are you offering for the booking?"

Sudarshan looked Shiva up and down with a hint of suspicion and said, "Twenty-five thousand. Do you know anyone? I'll give another five thousand if you do."



"I'll find out and let you know, Sir," Shiva said, stepping outside. He spoke into the phone: "Hey Ramya... you heard that, right? I'm hanging up now." Ramya interrupted, "Hey, listen to me. Tell him you know a whore and that you'll bring her—get the full thirty thousand." Shiva asked skeptically, "But I don't know anyone like that, do I?"

"Oh, you stupid husband of mine... I'm right here, aren't I? Take *me* along."



"Hey... I could understand you sleeping with this guy or that guy—I figured you did it because we needed the money—but now you're saying you'll go out on the street like a common whore?"

"Look, I'll sleep in some guy's bed, and I'll get paid for it too. Just go back in there and tell him—don't say another word."

Shiva thought for a moment, then went back inside and said, "Sir, I know a whore... I...I'll bring her, but she's asking for thirty thousand," Shiva mumbled.

"Tell her to go ahead, but she mustn't say no to anything we ask for—okay?"

"Alright, sir."

"By the way, is that whore fair-skinned? Does she wear a burqa?"

Swallowing his rising anger, he said, "Sir... you've never fucked anyone like her before... she's strictly 'family stock,' sir."



"Fair enough... here's ten thousand as an advance; the remaining twenty after the job is done." He then gave the address of where to come that evening.

Shiva set off for home to pick up his wife, Ramya aka Haseena. He explained everything and her trade name is Haseena and handed over a burqa to her to wear. Haseena (Ramya)  dressed and got ready.

She was wearing a white saree with a green floral pattern and a matching white blouse—through which her breasts were clearly visible—along with a white petticoat and a string of jasmine flowers in her hair; she looked exactly like a whore.

Shiva just stared at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You don't look like a married woman at all."

"Then what do I look like?"

"You look just like a street-corner whore."

"Haha, well, isn't that exactly what you're taking me along for—to play the whore?"

"Alright, let's go." Saying this, he handed over the burqa to her to wear. He got his wife into the car, drove to the address 'Sir' had given, and rang the doorbell. A man—roughly the same age as their 'Sir,' around fifty—opened the door and asked, "Who do you want to see?"

"Well, Sir... our Mohan Sir gave us this address."

"Oh."

"Yes, Sir."

"So, did you bring her?"

"I did, Sir," he said, pointing to his wife, Ramya, who was standing beside him.

"Wow, she's a stunning whore. Bring her inside."

Shiva took Ramya and went inside.

Inside, there were three men—including the one who had opened the door—all around the same age as their 'Sir' and dressed only in lungis. Just then, Sudarshan Sir walked out from an inner room, adjusting his lungi.

"Oh, Shiva, you're here? I was worried you might bail on us. Is this her?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Hey Mohan, our broker usually brings us dark-skinned wenches, but this guy has brought a fair-skinned whore... and just looking at the way she's dbangd that saree, you can tell she's a total whore," one of the friends remarked.

"Hey Shiva... she looks just like the 'family whore' you described—fair-skinned and all... though she isn't wearing a burqa."

"Sir... I thought if she came up in the elevator dressed like *that*, someone might get suspicious... so I had her get ready like this... looking exactly like a respectable family woman."

"Hey Shiva... you're talking as if she's your own wife—like you personally oversaw her getting ready."

"Hey whore... go to the bathroom and change your clothes for the sirs."

Ramya takes her handbag, goes to the bathroom, and returns...



...dressed in an outfit they loved. They were stunned. "Yes, this is exactly our fantasy... we've been trying to fuck someone like this for ages but never managed it... and now, this driver guy has finally set it up for us," they thought with delight.

"Sir... we're running out of time... please start the 'work', sir."

"Alright... Hey Mohan, he works at our office, he's not just a broker... but he sure did catch a fine piece of ass for us."

"Oh, really? Then why are you just standing there? Hand over that liquor."

Shiva stepped forward to pour a drink. Meanwhile, the four of them devoured Haseena with their eyes.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Haseena"

 

"Wow... I want a fair-skinned whore like you... doesn't matter what your name is, we're just going to call you 'whore' anyway," they said, laughing.

Shiva watched to see how Ramya/Haseena would react. To his shock, she walked right up to them, let her saree pallu drop, and sat on one of their laps.

"If she's a whore, you *should* call her a whore, *Bava*." Saying this, she squeezed his cock right through his lungi.

"Damn, you slut—one squeeze and you're making me want to cum," he said, pulling her close and squeezing her buttocks.



Another man stood up and said, "Hey, take her and come into the bedroom," while grabbing Haseena by the hand and pulling her.

She landed right in his lap; her face was close to his cock, and she took it into her mouth—still through the lungi—and gave it a gentle nip.

Just then, Mohan Sir said, "Hey, let's watch you dance while we have a drink."

He helped Haseena up and said, "Hey girl, why don't you dance while slowly taking off your clothes?"

Haseena, who had already removed her pallu, unlocked the box Shiva had brought; singing along to the music, she unwrapped her saree and tossed it toward them. They all enjoyed her dance while drinking.

Next, she undid the hooks of her blouse one by one. Holding the garment against her body with her hands, she swayed her breasts—side to side, up and down—teasing the men further. Suddenly, she turned around, slipped the blouse off, and flung it back toward them without turning around again.

One of the men caught the blouse, pressed it against his face, and inhaled deeply. Letting out a moan of pleasure, he undid his lungi, wrapped the blouse around his erect cock, and began stroking it up and down.

Here, Haseena was dancing to the famous item song "bavalu sayya"; she untied the knot of her *langa* (skirt), twirled the drawstring, and swayed her waist in rhythm.