09-07-2026, 07:16 AM
After a few more weeks, our sex life had become completely centered around cuckold fantasies. Every night Rohi would ask me to play new videos. She started picking the bulls herself — big muscular guys with huge dicks, mostly black or Arab men with thick cocks. One night while she was sucking me, she looked up with her big innocent eyes and said, “Aniket, these bulls look so powerful. Your dick is nice but… I wonder how it feels to take something much bigger.” I almost came right there in her mouth. I held her hair and said, “You can find out whenever you want, my slut wife. I want to see you stretched by a real man.”
She blushed hard but didn’t say no. Instead, she sucked me harder. That became our new normal. She even started wearing the sexy clothes I bought her — tight sarees with deep blouses, short dresses that showed her perfect round ass and cleavage. Whenever my business friends or workers came home, she would dress up nicely and serve them snacks, bending down slowly so they could see everything. I could see the hunger in their eyes. One of my young managers, Karan, couldn’t stop staring at her ass one evening. Later that night Rohi whispered in my ear while riding me, “Did you see how Karan was looking at me? His eyes were on my ass the whole time. Maybe he has a big dick too.”
I got so excited I flipped her and fucked her hard from behind. “You want Karan to fuck you, don’t you?” I asked while slapping her ass. She moaned loudly, “Maybe… if you really want me to.” That was the first time she openly admitted it. I came instantly imagining my own employee pounding my wife on our marital bed.
The next day I decided to take it further. I told Rohi I had invited Karan for dinner to discuss some business. She got nervous but also excited. She spent two hours getting ready — wearing a red saree that was slightly transparent, with a low-cut blouse that showed half her breasts. Her waist was fully visible and the saree was tied low on her hips. She looked like a total slutty housewife. When Karan arrived, his jaw dropped. He kept complimenting her cooking but his eyes were all over her body. Rohi was playing along perfectly — laughing at his jokes, touching his arm while serving food, and bending extra low.
After dinner, we sat in the living room. I purposely sat on the side and let them sit together on the sofa. I could see Karan’s eyes glued to her cleavage. Rohi noticed it too and slowly crossed her legs, letting her saree slip a little. I made an excuse to go to the kitchen to get drinks. From the corner I watched them. Karan was saying something and Rohi was smiling shyly, biting her lip. My dick was rock hard.
When I came back, the atmosphere was charged. I said, “Rohi, why don’t you show Karan our new bedroom furniture? He might want to buy something similar.” She looked at me with surprise but stood up. Karan followed her. I stayed back for a few minutes, pretending to check my phone, but actually I went to the side door quietly. I could hear them inside.
Rohi was showing him the king-size bed. Karan said, “Wow, this is huge. Looks very comfortable for… long nights.” Rohi laughed softly and said, “Yes, it is. Aniket chose it specially.” Then there was silence. I peeked a little. Karan had stepped closer to her. His hand was lightly touching her waist. Rohi didn’t move away. My heart was beating so fast. This was really happening.
I walked in casually and said, “So, what do you think Karan?” He got nervous and stepped back, but I smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I know my wife is very beautiful. Anyone would want her.” Rohi’s face turned red. Karan was shocked but I could see the bulge in his pants. I continued, “Actually Karan, Rohi and I have been talking about new experiences. She likes strong men. What do you think?”
There was heavy silence for a few seconds. Then Karan looked at Rohi and said, “Bhabhi, you are really the hottest woman I have ever seen. If Aniket sir is okay…” Rohi looked at me, her eyes full of lust and nervousness. I nodded slowly. She stepped forward and kissed Karan on the lips. It started slow but soon became wild. Karan grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed hard. Rohi moaned into his mouth.
I sat down on the corner couch exactly like we had fantasized. Karan pushed Rohi onto the bed and started removing her saree. Her fair curvy body was fully exposed — perfect round breasts, pink nipples, and that beautiful shaved pussy. Karan sucked her tits like a hungry animal while fingering her. Rohi was moaning loudly, “Ahhh… yes… harder.” She looked at me once and smiled. I took out my dick and started stroking.
Karan took off his clothes. His dick was bigger than mine — around 7.5 inches and thick. Rohi’s eyes widened when she saw it. She held it in her hand and said, “It’s so big compared to Aniket’s.” That comment made me even harder. She started sucking him with full passion, taking as much as she could. Karan held her head and fucked her mouth. I was jerking slowly, enjoying every second.
Then he made her lie down and spread her legs. He rubbed his big head on her wet pussy and pushed inside. Rohi screamed in pleasure, “Oh fuck! It’s so deep!” Karan started pounding her hard. The sound of his balls slapping her ass filled the room. I moved closer to see his thick dick stretching my wife’s pussy. Rohi was in heaven — eyes closed, mouth open, moaning non-stop. “Fuck me harder Karan… yes like that!”
He fucked her in missionary, then doggy, slapping her round ass red. Every time he slapped, she looked at me and moaned louder. I came once just watching them. Then Karan made her ride him. Rohi bounced on his big dick like a pornstar, her breasts jumping up and down. She looked so sexy and slutty. She came twice — once so hard that her whole body shook.
Finally Karan said he was close. Rohi said, “Cum inside me. I want to feel it.” He groaned and filled her pussy with his load. When he pulled out, his cum was dripping from her used pussy. She looked so satisfied. I went to her and kissed her deeply. “Thank you, my love,” I whispered. She smiled and said, “This was amazing. His dick felt so good.”
Karan left after some time, still in shock but happy. That night after he went, Rohi and I fucked again while she told me every detail — how full she felt, how deep he went, how much better it was than my 6 inches. She said, “I think I want to do this again… with bigger bulls maybe.” I was the happiest cuck ever.
From that day our life changed completely. Rohi became more confident and slutty. She started chatting with bulls on her own. We are now planning for a real big bull — maybe someone from Dubai like Amir. She already told me she wants to wear our wedding saree for her first proper bull session while I watch from the corner. I can’t wait.
Life is so exciting now. My hot wife Rohi is slowly becoming a true hotwife and I am loving every second of it.
She blushed hard but didn’t say no. Instead, she sucked me harder. That became our new normal. She even started wearing the sexy clothes I bought her — tight sarees with deep blouses, short dresses that showed her perfect round ass and cleavage. Whenever my business friends or workers came home, she would dress up nicely and serve them snacks, bending down slowly so they could see everything. I could see the hunger in their eyes. One of my young managers, Karan, couldn’t stop staring at her ass one evening. Later that night Rohi whispered in my ear while riding me, “Did you see how Karan was looking at me? His eyes were on my ass the whole time. Maybe he has a big dick too.”
I got so excited I flipped her and fucked her hard from behind. “You want Karan to fuck you, don’t you?” I asked while slapping her ass. She moaned loudly, “Maybe… if you really want me to.” That was the first time she openly admitted it. I came instantly imagining my own employee pounding my wife on our marital bed.
The next day I decided to take it further. I told Rohi I had invited Karan for dinner to discuss some business. She got nervous but also excited. She spent two hours getting ready — wearing a red saree that was slightly transparent, with a low-cut blouse that showed half her breasts. Her waist was fully visible and the saree was tied low on her hips. She looked like a total slutty housewife. When Karan arrived, his jaw dropped. He kept complimenting her cooking but his eyes were all over her body. Rohi was playing along perfectly — laughing at his jokes, touching his arm while serving food, and bending extra low.
After dinner, we sat in the living room. I purposely sat on the side and let them sit together on the sofa. I could see Karan’s eyes glued to her cleavage. Rohi noticed it too and slowly crossed her legs, letting her saree slip a little. I made an excuse to go to the kitchen to get drinks. From the corner I watched them. Karan was saying something and Rohi was smiling shyly, biting her lip. My dick was rock hard.
When I came back, the atmosphere was charged. I said, “Rohi, why don’t you show Karan our new bedroom furniture? He might want to buy something similar.” She looked at me with surprise but stood up. Karan followed her. I stayed back for a few minutes, pretending to check my phone, but actually I went to the side door quietly. I could hear them inside.
Rohi was showing him the king-size bed. Karan said, “Wow, this is huge. Looks very comfortable for… long nights.” Rohi laughed softly and said, “Yes, it is. Aniket chose it specially.” Then there was silence. I peeked a little. Karan had stepped closer to her. His hand was lightly touching her waist. Rohi didn’t move away. My heart was beating so fast. This was really happening.
I walked in casually and said, “So, what do you think Karan?” He got nervous and stepped back, but I smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I know my wife is very beautiful. Anyone would want her.” Rohi’s face turned red. Karan was shocked but I could see the bulge in his pants. I continued, “Actually Karan, Rohi and I have been talking about new experiences. She likes strong men. What do you think?”
There was heavy silence for a few seconds. Then Karan looked at Rohi and said, “Bhabhi, you are really the hottest woman I have ever seen. If Aniket sir is okay…” Rohi looked at me, her eyes full of lust and nervousness. I nodded slowly. She stepped forward and kissed Karan on the lips. It started slow but soon became wild. Karan grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed hard. Rohi moaned into his mouth.
I sat down on the corner couch exactly like we had fantasized. Karan pushed Rohi onto the bed and started removing her saree. Her fair curvy body was fully exposed — perfect round breasts, pink nipples, and that beautiful shaved pussy. Karan sucked her tits like a hungry animal while fingering her. Rohi was moaning loudly, “Ahhh… yes… harder.” She looked at me once and smiled. I took out my dick and started stroking.
Karan took off his clothes. His dick was bigger than mine — around 7.5 inches and thick. Rohi’s eyes widened when she saw it. She held it in her hand and said, “It’s so big compared to Aniket’s.” That comment made me even harder. She started sucking him with full passion, taking as much as she could. Karan held her head and fucked her mouth. I was jerking slowly, enjoying every second.
Then he made her lie down and spread her legs. He rubbed his big head on her wet pussy and pushed inside. Rohi screamed in pleasure, “Oh fuck! It’s so deep!” Karan started pounding her hard. The sound of his balls slapping her ass filled the room. I moved closer to see his thick dick stretching my wife’s pussy. Rohi was in heaven — eyes closed, mouth open, moaning non-stop. “Fuck me harder Karan… yes like that!”
He fucked her in missionary, then doggy, slapping her round ass red. Every time he slapped, she looked at me and moaned louder. I came once just watching them. Then Karan made her ride him. Rohi bounced on his big dick like a pornstar, her breasts jumping up and down. She looked so sexy and slutty. She came twice — once so hard that her whole body shook.
Finally Karan said he was close. Rohi said, “Cum inside me. I want to feel it.” He groaned and filled her pussy with his load. When he pulled out, his cum was dripping from her used pussy. She looked so satisfied. I went to her and kissed her deeply. “Thank you, my love,” I whispered. She smiled and said, “This was amazing. His dick felt so good.”
Karan left after some time, still in shock but happy. That night after he went, Rohi and I fucked again while she told me every detail — how full she felt, how deep he went, how much better it was than my 6 inches. She said, “I think I want to do this again… with bigger bulls maybe.” I was the happiest cuck ever.
From that day our life changed completely. Rohi became more confident and slutty. She started chatting with bulls on her own. We are now planning for a real big bull — maybe someone from Dubai like Amir. She already told me she wants to wear our wedding saree for her first proper bull session while I watch from the corner. I can’t wait.
Life is so exciting now. My hot wife Rohi is slowly becoming a true hotwife and I am loving every second of it.
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