Misc. Erotica Santhosh’s Funeral

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My wife’s thick thighs were slightly apart. My maroon panties sat stretched across her hips and over her pussy, the soft material already showing a mild dark patch of wetness in the centre.

Arjun hooked his fingers into both sides of my maroon panties.
My wife lifted her hips slightly without being asked. He pulled my maroon panties down over her thick thighs, past her knees, and off her feet in one steady motion. He dropped them on the floor beside the bed.
My wife now lay on our bed completely bare from the waist down — white petticoat pushed up, heavy breasts uncovered, pussy fully exposed under the bedroom light.
Arjun stared at her open body with raw hunger.
I kept recording, the jealousy sharp in my chest, as another man looked at my wife’s bare pussy for the first time.
Arjun lowered himself between my wife’s open thighs.
He rubbed the thick head of his cock slowly up and down her already wet pussy, coating himself in her wetness, watching her face the entire time. My wife’s breathing was uneven. Her heavy breasts rose and fell. When he finally pushed in, he did it in one long, steady thrust until he was buried completely inside her.
A broken, pleasured sound left her throat.
“You’re so warm inside…” Arjun murmured against her cheek, already moving in deep, slow strokes.
My wife’s hands slid up his back.
“It feels… full…” she whispered back, voice soft and open. “Don’t stop…”
I recorded everything from the side of the bed. My cock was still hard inside my shorts, but the jealousy sat heavier than the arousal. This was my decision. I had asked for this. And now they were speaking to each other like lovers while his cock moved inside her.
Arjun kissed the side of her neck as he fucked her deeper.
“Your body is taking me so well…” he said, voice low and rough with pleasure. “I can feel how wet you are.”
My wife’s hips lifted to meet his thrusts.
“It feels good…” she admitted, almost shyly, even as she pulled him closer. “Keep going… just like that…”
They were completely lost in each other.
Arjun took one of her heavy breasts into his mouth and sucked while he continued the deep, steady rhythm. My wife held the back of his head, fingers in his hair, and let out a soft, helpless moan. Their bodies moved together without any stiffness left — only mutual hunger and rising pleasure.
I kept the camera steady.
The jealousy was sharp and bitter in my chest, mixed with open self-hatred. I had wanted to watch. I had prepared her. I had invited him. And now I was standing here recording my wife whispering pleasure into another man’s ear, holding him, moving with him, enjoying every stroke of his cock inside her.
Arjun lifted his head from her breast and looked into her eyes as he fucked her.
“You’re close…” he said quietly. “I can feel it.”
My wife nodded, breath breaking, thick thighs trembling around his waist.
“Yes… don’t stop… please…”
He kept the same deep, precise angle, driving into her again and again, holding her right at the edge. Her soft stomach tensed. Her heavy breasts moved with every thrust. Soft, desperate sounds left her mouth as she clung to him, right on the brink but not yet going over.
I stood there recording them — my wife and another man lost in each other like lovers — while the jealousy and self-hatred sat heavy in my chest, made worse by the simple truth that every second of this had been my own decision.
Arjun did not pull her back from the edge.
He kept the same deep, precise rhythm, driving into my wife again and again while she clung to him. Her thick thighs trembled harder around his waist with every thrust. Her soft stomach tensed and released. Soft, desperate sounds left her mouth. The wet sound of his cock moving inside her filled the bedroom — a continuous, slick schlick… schlick… schlick mixed with the heavier slap of his body against hers. Her heavy breasts moved in full, soft arcs with every stroke. I kept the camera steady from the side of the bed, recording the exact stretch of her pussy around his thick cock, the way her inner lips clung to him on every withdrawal, the fine sheen of sweat on her stomach and between her breasts.
“I’m going to…” she breathed against his neck, voice breaking into a whimper. “Arjun… I’m—”
“I know,” he said, voice rough and low against her ear. “Cum for me. Let me feel it.”
He fucked her through the final stretch without slowing, without mercy. His cock dragged almost all the way out until only the thick head remained inside her, then slammed back in to the root in one long, heavy thrust, hitting the same deep spot again and again. My wife’s fingers dug hard into the muscles of his back. Her thick thighs locked tighter around his waist, heels pressing into him. Her breathing turned into short, helpless gasps that rose higher with every stroke.
Then her body locked completely.
A long, broken cry tore from her throat as the orgasm hit her with full force.
“Ahhh—nnnghhh—!”
Her pussy clenched hard around his cock in strong, rhythmic pulses, squeezing and releasing in waves she could not control. Her back arched clean off the bed, lifting her heavy breasts toward the ceiling. Clear wetness spilled out around his cock in a sudden rush and ran down the soft curve of her ass onto the bedsheet in thick, shiny trails. Her thighs trembled so violently the bedframe gave a soft, continuous shake. Soft, helpless moans kept spilling from her open mouth while she came, one after another, broken and high.
“Ahh… ahh… mmnhh… ahh—”
Arjun groaned deep in his chest at the feeling of her climax milking him.
He kept thrusting into her spasming pussy, chasing his own release with sudden, urgent need. His strokes grew heavier, less controlled, more desperate — shorter, deeper, grinding. My wife, still trembling hard from her orgasm, held him tightly and moved with him, soft aftershocks still rippling through her stomach and thighs in visible waves. Her hands slid up his back and gripped his shoulders as if she needed something solid to hold onto while he used her.
“Inside…” she whispered, almost without thinking, still breathless and completely open. “Do it inside me… fill me…”
Arjun drove into her one last time with full force and buried himself to the absolute root. His dark body locked rigid against hers. Every muscle in his back and ass clenched hard.
“Ugh—fuck—”
A deep, guttural sound tore from his throat as he started cumming hard inside her. The first thick, hot pulse of cum exploded out of him and flooded deep into her pussy. Then another. Then another. He stayed pressed as deep as he could go, grinding in short, brutal circles of his hips, forcing every last drop out of his balls and into her. His ass clenched with each heavy release. My wife felt every single pulse — the heat, the pressure, the wet fullness spreading inside her.
“Nnnhh—ahh… ahh…”
She held him through it, her arms locked tightly around his back, her face turned into the side of his neck, breathing hard and broken against his skin as he filled her completely. Thick white cum began to leak out around the base of his cock in slow, heavy trails, running down onto the bedsheet with soft wet gluck sounds each time he pulsed again.
They stayed locked together for several long seconds afterward — his cock still buried deep inside her, still twitching with the last weak spurts, her thick thighs still wrapped around his waist, both of them breathing hard against each other, bodies still joined, still trembling, still wet with sweat and cum.
I stood at the side of the bed, camera still recording every detail, and watched another man cum inside my wife.
The jealousy was sharp, complete, and inescapable. They remained pressed together, lost in the aftermath of their shared climax, while I remained the man standing outside the moment I myself had created.
My wife’s breathing slowly steadied.
Arjun was still half-hard inside her, his body resting over hers. After a few more seconds he finally pulled out. A thick stream of his cum followed, leaking slowly from her stretched pussy onto the bedsheet. My wife winced softly at the empty feeling, then turned her head on the pillow and looked at me.
“Rajesh… come,” she said, voice still husky.
I walked closer, camera still recording. She slowly sat up, the white petticoat still pushed around her waist, her heavy breasts bare and marked from his mouth, her long black hair messy across her shoulders. Thick cum continued to leak slowly from her as she shifted to the edge of the bed. Arjun sat beside her, still naked, one hand resting possessively on her thick thigh.
My wife looked at him, then at the camera in my hand.
“Tell him,” she said quietly to Arjun. “Tell the camera how I was. Tell my husband exactly how much you enjoyed me.”
Arjun glanced at the phone, then back at my wife. A satisfied, still-hungry smile touched his mouth. His hand slowly stroked her thigh as he began to speak, looking straight into the camera.
“She was incredible,” he said, voice low and open. “The moment I pushed inside her, she was already so warm and tight. Her pussy gripped me from the first thrust. Every time I went deep she made those soft sounds… and then she started moving with me. She wasn’t just lying there. She was fucking me back.”
My jealousy sharpened with every word.
He continued, still stroking her thigh, eyes occasionally dropping to her bare breasts and the cum still leaking from her.
“Her breasts… soft, heavy, perfect in my mouth. When I sucked them she held my head and pressed me harder, like she wanted more. And when she came… her whole body locked. Her pussy squeezed my cock so hard I almost finished right there. She was shaking, moaning, wetness spilling out around me. I felt every pulse of her orgasm.”
My wife sat quietly beside him, cheeks flushed, looking down at her own lap while he spoke. She did not stop him.
Arjun’s voice grew even more detailed, more pleased.
“And when I came inside her… she asked for it. She told me to fill her. She held me while I pumped everything into her. I can still feel how she took every drop. Look at her now — still leaking my cum. Your wife took me completely. She enjoyed every second of it. And so did I.”
He turned his head and looked at my wife’s face with open satisfaction, then back at the camera.
“You have an amazing wife, Rajesh. Tonight she was mine. And she was perfect.”
I stood there recording every word, the jealousy thick and bitter in my chest, watching another man sit naked beside my wife on our bed and calmly describe, in detail, how thoroughly he had enjoyed her body — while her pussy still slowly released his cum onto the sheet between them.
Arjun kept one hand on my wife’s thick thigh and turned toward her fully. With his other arm he casually reached around her shoulders and pulled her lightly against his side. My wife did not resist. She settled against him, still naked from the waist up, his dark arm resting across her back.
“Your turn,” he said, looking at her with open satisfaction. “Tell the camera how I was. Tell your husband how much you enjoyed me… and my cock.”
As he spoke, his hand that had been on her thigh slowly moved up and cupped one of her heavy breasts. He began to play with it absently — squeezing the soft weight, brushing his thumb across her nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers while he waited for her answer. My wife glanced down at his hand on her breast but did not stop him. A small, embarrassed laugh left her throat. She looked down for a second, cheeks still flushed, and spoke in a low voice.
“At first… you were filthy,” she said. “You didn’t brush your teeth. You didn’t shower. When you kissed me I could taste it. It felt disgusting.”
She laughed softly again, shaking her head, as if she still could not believe she was saying any of this out loud while sitting naked, leaking his cum, and letting him play with her breast in front of the camera.
Arjun only smiled and continued slowly squeezing her heavy breast, thumb circling her nipple. He waited.
My wife’s smile slowly faded. She stayed quiet for a few seconds, then continued, her voice becoming more honest, more detailed, even as his fingers kept moving over her breast.
“But later… when you were inside me… it changed.”
I felt the jealousy tighten hard in my chest.
“Your cock is thick,” she said quietly, still looking at her own lap while Arjun casually played with her breast. “Thicker than I expected. When you pushed in, it stretched me properly. I felt full… completely full. Every time you went deep it hit a place that made my stomach tighten. I tried not to show it at first… but I couldn’t help moving with you.”
Her voice dropped even lower.
“And it’s black…” she added, almost under her breath. “Watching it go in and out of me… the contrast… it made everything feel more intense. When you started fucking me harder I stopped thinking about anything else. I only felt your cock. When I came, it was because of how deep you were and how thick you felt inside me.”
She finally lifted her eyes and looked at the camera — at me — for a brief second before looking away again. Arjun’s fingers continued their slow, possessive play on her heavy breast the entire time.
“I enjoyed it,” she admitted. “More than I thought I would. Your cock felt good. The way you held me… the way you sucked my breasts while you fucked me… the way you came inside me when I asked… I enjoyed all of it.”
Arjun gave her breast one last slow squeeze, then left his hand resting there, satisfied.
I stood there recording every word, the jealousy now total and heavy in my chest. Hearing my own wife describe another man’s thick black cock in detail — how it stretched her, how it made her cum, how she had asked him to finish inside her — while she sat on our bed leaking his cum and calmly allowed him to play with her breast in front of me, made the reality of what I had allowed cut deeper than anything else that night.
Arjun’s hand was still on my wife’s heavy breast when he spoke again, voice low and satisfied.
“We should meet again,” he said. “Not just once. Properly.”
My wife looked at him. For a second she hesitated. Then, still flushed and open from everything that had just happened, she gave a small nod.
“Maybe…” she whispered.
That single word was enough.
Arjun turned fully toward her, both arms going around her body. He pulled her down onto the bed with him. My wife let out a soft sound of surprise as they rolled together across the sheets. His mouth found hers again. They began kissing deeply, hungrily, bodies pressing and shifting. His hands moved over her back, her ass under the bunched white petticoat, her heavy breasts. She kissed him back, arms around his neck, their legs tangling as they rolled once more across the bed.
The soft wet sound of their mouths, the movement of their bodies, the quiet moans between kisses — it filled the room.
Something inside me snapped.
The jealousy that had been building all night finally turned into clean, sharp anger. I lowered the phone, stepped forward, and grabbed my wife’s arm firmly.
“Enough.”
I pulled her away from him in one strong motion. She broke the kiss with a startled breath, eyes wide, still half in the moment. Arjun sat up, surprised, his cock still half-hard, watching as I pulled my wife to her feet and positioned her behind me. She stood there in only the white petticoat, still pushed up around her waist, her heavy breasts bare, my maroon panties gone, his cum still slowly leaking from her.
I looked straight at him.
“Get dressed. Get out.”
Arjun stared at me for a second, then at my wife, who stood silent and suddenly uncertain behind me in the white petticoat. The easy confidence on his face faded. He didn’t argue. He stood up, picked up his clothes from the floor, and began dressing without a word. The atmosphere in the room had completely changed.
When he was fully dressed he glanced once more at my wife — still in the white petticoat, still with his cum slowly leaking from her — then at me.
I opened the bedroom door.
“Leave.”
Arjun walked out of the bedroom, down the corridor, and out of the main door. I followed just far enough to lock it behind him.
When I returned to the bedroom, my wife was still standing where I had left her, wearing only the white petticoat pushed up around her waist, silent, looking at me with a mixture of shock and lingering heat. The yellow saree, yellow blouse, my white bra and my maroon panties lay scattered on the floor. The bed was a mess of sheets and the clear evidence of what had just happened.
I stood there looking at her, the anger and jealousy still burning hot in my chest.
I locked the main door and walked back into the bedroom.
My wife was still standing near the bed. The white petticoat had fallen back down around her legs, covering her from the waist down. Her heavy breasts were bare. My maroon panties lay on the floor. Thick cum from Arjun was still slowly leaking down her inner thigh under the white petticoat. She looked at me with a mixture of uncertainty and leftover heat, unsure what I would do next.
I didn’t speak.
I walked straight to her, grabbed her by the waist, and pushed her hard onto the bed. She landed on the messy sheets with a startled gasp. I shoved the white petticoat roughly up around her waist, fully exposing her used pussy — still shiny, still open, still slowly releasing another man’s cum. The sight of Arjun’s cum leaking from her sent a fresh, angry heat through my entire body.
I freed my cock from my shorts and, without any preparation, pushed into her in one hard, deep thrust.
She was still soaked and loose from him. My cock slid in easily, surrounded by the wet heat of her pussy and the slick remains of his cum. A sharp sound left her throat as I buried myself to the root.
I began fucking her hard.
There was no gentleness left in me. I held her thick thighs wide open and drove into her with deep, angry strokes. The wet sound of my cock moving through another man’s cum filled the room. Her heavy breasts bounced hard with every thrust. I wanted her to feel the difference. I wanted her body to remember who she belonged to.
“You enjoyed his cock,” I said, voice rough and low as I fucked her. “You told him it felt good. You told him it was thick. You asked him to cum inside you.”
She turned her face toward me, breathing hard, eyes wide. She did not deny any of it. That only made the anger sharper.


I leaned down, still thrusting deep, and spoke against her ear.
“I’m better than him.”
I fucked her harder to prove it — longer strokes, deeper angles, grinding against her clit at the end of every thrust. The bed creaked under the force. Clear wetness and the last of Arjun’s cum spilled out around my cock with every impact. Her soft stomach tensed. Her thick thighs began to tremble around my waist.
“Rajesh…” she breathed, voice breaking.
I didn’t slow down. I kept driving into her, using every bit of the jealousy and anger that had built while I watched her moan for him, hold him, cum on his cock, and then calmly describe how much she had enjoyed it. I wanted to fuck those words out of her body. I wanted her to feel that I could take her harder, deeper, more completely than he had.
Her hands gripped my arms. Soft, rising moans left her mouth as I kept the relentless pace. Her heavy breasts moved with every thrust. Her pussy, still slick with his cum, began to tighten around me.
I shifted her legs higher, almost folding her, and drove even deeper. A louder, more helpless sound left her throat. I watched her face closely — the way her lips parted, the way her eyes half-closed, the way she could no longer fully control the sounds she was making for me.
“Feel that?” I said between hard thrusts. “That’s me. Not him.”
She nodded weakly, breathless, her thick thighs shaking harder around me. The jealousy in my chest mixed with a dark, possessive satisfaction as I felt her body start to respond more strongly to every stroke.
I kept the same hard, relentless pace, determined to make her body acknowledge the difference.
Her soft stomach tensed harder with every thrust. Her heavy breasts bounced in full, soft arcs. Soft, broken moans turned into higher, more desperate sounds that she could no longer hold back. She was getting close — this time from me, from the angry, jealous way I was reclaiming her on the same bed where another man had just finished inside her.
“You’re mine,” I said against her mouth, fucking her through every rising wave. “Not his. Mine.”
Her fingers dug into my arms hard enough to leave marks. Her thick thighs locked tighter around my waist, heels pressing into my lower back as if she needed me deeper. I could feel her pussy starting to flutter and clench around my cock in short, involuntary pulses as she approached the edge. The wet sound of our bodies filled the room — slick, heavy, continuous. The creak of the bed mixed with it. The leftover slickness of Arjun’s cum was being fucked deeper into her with every thrust, mixing with her fresh wetness around my cock.
I didn’t stop.
I fucked her with the full force of everything I felt — the jealousy that had burned while I watched her moan for him, the anger of hearing her describe his thick black cock in detail, the raw need to prove I was better, the deep, possessive drive to take back what I had temporarily given away. Every stroke was deliberate. Every grind against her clit at the end of a thrust was meant to mark her. Her breathing broke completely. Her body wound tighter and tighter under me.
Then her orgasm hit.
A long, broken cry tore from her throat.
“Ahhh—nnnghhh—!”
Her pussy clenched hard around my cock in strong, rhythmic waves, squeezing and releasing in pulses she could not control. Her back arched clean off the bed. Her heavy breasts shook. Clear wetness spilled out around my cock and ran down the curve of her ass onto the already messy sheet. Soft, helpless moans kept spilling from her open mouth as she came.
“Ahh… ahh… mmnhh… ahh—”
The tight, rhythmic milking of her climax pulled me over the edge with her. I drove into her one last time with full force and buried myself to the root.
“Ugh—fuck—”
A deep, guttural sound tore from my throat as I started cumming hard inside her. Thick, hot pulses flooded her pussy, adding my own release to the mess Arjun had already left. I stayed pressed as deep as I could go, grinding through every spurt, forcing every drop into her while her pussy continued to clench around me. My cock twitched again and again as I claimed her completely.
“Nnnhh—ahh…”
She hugged me through it, arms locked around my back, face turned into the side of my neck, still trembling, still moaning softly as I filled her. I could feel the heat of my cum mixing with what was already inside her. I could feel her body accepting it — accepting me.
We stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, sweaty, my cock still buried deep inside her. The jealous anger slowly settled into something quieter but heavier and more permanent. I remained inside her, feeling the slow leak of mixed cum around my cock, feeling the way her thick thighs still hugged me, feeling the way her heavy breasts rose and fell against my chest.
I had taken her back.
On the same bed, in the same body another man had just used, I had made her cum for me and filled her again. She was still trembling under me, still hugging me, still open for me.
My wife was mine again.
We stayed joined for a long time afterward.
My cock softened slowly inside her, still buried deep, surrounded by the mixed heat of my cum and Arjun’s. My wife’s arms remained around my back. Her thick thighs still hugged my waist. Her heavy breasts rose and fell against my chest with every uneven breath. The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing and the soft, occasional drip of cum onto the sheet beneath us.
I rested my forehead against hers.
After a long silence I spoke, voice low and steady.
“No one else is going to fuck you again.”
My wife’s fingers tightened slightly on my back. She looked into my eyes in the dim light, still flushed, still open, still marked by everything that had happened.
“I mean it,” I continued. “What happened tonight… stays tonight. I will not share you again. You are mine. Only mine.”
She searched my face for a moment. Then she gave a small, quiet nod.
“Alright,” she whispered. “Only you.”
I kissed her slowly — deeper this time, without anger, without jealousy, just possession and the residual heat of what we had just done. She kissed me back, soft and accepting, her body still open under mine. I felt the slow leak of our mixed cum around my cock as I stayed inside her a little longer, unwilling to leave the place I had just reclaimed.
Eventually I pulled out.