Yesterday, 04:23 PM
Dharma shifted fully over my wife. He pushed the white petticoat higher, bunching it under her breasts. One hand gripped her thigh and spread her wider. His thick cock, still slick from her hand earlier, pressed against her pussy. He rubbed the broad head slowly up and down her wet slit, coating himself, nudging her clit.
My wife’s breath hitched. Her hands grabbed his upper arms. She looked down between them, eyes half-lidded, cheeks already pink.
“It’s… too big,” she whispered.
“You’ll take it,” he said. He lined up and pushed.
The head of his cock stretched her open. She gasped.
“Ahh… ohh… slow…”
He sank in slowly, thick cock spreading her pussy, filling her inch by inch until he was buried deep, hips flush against hers. A long moan left her. He stayed still, cock throbbing inside her, and looked at her face.
“Do you like my cock?” he asked, voice low. “Tell me.”
Heat flooded her cheeks. She turned her face aside, blushing hard, pussy clenching around him. Her voice came out small and shaky.
“Yes…”
He smiled and rolled his hips once, slow and deep.
“Say it properly.”
She bit her lip, eyes wet, face burning. Her nails dug into his arms.
“Yes… I like your cock…”
He began to move, long, steady strokes, pulling almost all the way out before pushing his cock back in deep. Wet sounds filled the room. She moaned with every thrust, blushing darker, breasts bouncing lightly, the white petticoat bunched above her waist.
From the window I watched his cock slide in and out of her, watched her blush and admit she liked it, heard her say the words. Jealousy burned hot in my chest even as my own cock throbbed painfully, leaking against my trousers. The sight of her taking him, answering him, enjoying it, made me ache with shame and raw need at the same time. I pressed my palm hard against myself, breath shaky, unable to look away.
Dharma kept his pace slow and deep, cock sliding almost all the way out before pushing back in, filling her completely each time. The wet sound of her pussy taking him was clear in the room. My wife’s hands stayed on his arms, nails biting into his skin. Her breasts moved with every thrust, nipples stiff, the white petticoat still bunched under them.
He leaned down, mouth close to her ear, hips rolling steadily.
“You feel so tight around my cock. Tell me how it feels.”
She blushed harder, face turned to the side, breath coming in soft gasps. Her pussy clenched around him on the next deep stroke. A shaky moan left her.
“Ahh… it feels… full… so full…”
“You like being full of my cock?”
Her eyes squeezed shut. She nodded, small and embarrassed, cheeks burning. Her voice came out thin.
“Yes… I like it…”
He smiled against her neck and thrust a little harder, cock driving deep. She cried out softly.
“Mmm… ohh… ahh…”
Her legs wrapped loosely around his waist, heels resting on the back of his thighs, pulling him in without thinking. He kept the rhythm steady, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb rubbing her nipple while he fucked her. She moaned again, hips lifting to meet him, still blushing, still trying to hide her face even as her body answered every stroke.
From the window I watched his cock move in and out of her, watched her admit she liked it, watched her legs pull him deeper. Jealousy twisted sharp in my chest. At the same time my own cock throbbed painfully, leaking more against my trousers. The sight of her blushing and taking him, enjoying it, made the heat almost unbearable. I pressed my palm harder against myself, breath uneven, unable to look away.
Dharma’s thrusts grew a little firmer, cock driving deep and steady, the wet slap of his hips against her getting clearer. My wife’s moans came more often now, soft and broken. Her legs stayed wrapped around him, heels pressing into the back of his thighs, pulling him in each time he pushed forward. The white petticoat remained bunched under her breasts, her bare breasts bouncing lightly with every stroke.
He grabbed her chin and turned her face toward him so she had to look at him.
“Look at me while I fuck you. Tell me you want my cock deeper.”
Her cheeks burned bright red. She tried to glance away, but his hand held her face. Her pussy clenched hard around him. A shaky breath left her.
“I… I want it deeper…”
“Say my cock.”
She bit her lip, eyes wet with embarrassment and pleasure, voice small.
“I want your cock deeper… ahh…”
He gave her exactly that, hips snapping forward, burying his cock to the hilt. She cried out, back arching.
“Ohh… mmm… yes… ahh…”
Her nails dragged down his arms. She kept her eyes on his for a few seconds, blushing furiously, then her gaze dropped between their bodies, watching his cock disappear inside her again and again. Her hips began to move with him, meeting his thrusts, shy but needy. He smiled, clearly enjoying how she answered, and kept fucking her at that deep, steady pace, one hand still on her face, the other squeezing her breast.
From the window I watched her say it, watched her look at him while his cock filled her, watched her hips start to chase his. Jealousy burned hot and ugly in my chest. At the same time my cock throbbed so hard it hurt, leaking steadily against my trousers. The sight of her blushing, asking for more, moving with him, made the shame and the arousal crash together until I could barely breathe. I pressed my palm tighter against myself, eyes locked on them, unable to look away.
Dharma’s pace quickened, cock driving into her harder and deeper, the wet sound of her pussy growing louder with every thrust. My wife’s moans turned higher, more desperate. Her legs tightened around his waist, heels digging in, pulling him in as far as he could go. Her breasts bounced with the force of it, nipples stiff, the white petticoat still bunched above her waist. Her face was flushed deep red, eyes half-closed, lips parted.
He leaned down, mouth against her ear, hips snapping steadily.
“You’re getting close. I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. Tell me.”
She gasped, back arching. Her nails dragged down his back. A broken moan left her.
“Ahh… ohh… yes… I’m close… mmm…”
“You want to cum on my cock?”
Her cheeks burned hotter. She nodded quickly, shy and overwhelmed, voice shaking.
“Yes… I want to… ahh… please…”
He angled his hips, cock grinding against her clit with every deep stroke. Her whole body tightened. Her thighs trembled around him. She clung to him, breathing ragged, soft cries spilling out as the pleasure built sharp and fast.
“Ohh… mmm… ahh… don’t stop… I’m… ahh…”
Her pussy fluttered and clenched around his cock, right on the edge, hips rolling up to meet him, chasing it. She kept her face buried against his shoulder, blushing furiously, body shaking, so close she could barely speak.
From the window I watched her fall apart under him, watched her admit she was close, watched her pussy grip his cock as she begged without words. Jealousy cut deep. At the same time my own cock throbbed painfully, leaking hard against my trousers. The sight of her so near orgasm on him, blushing and desperate, made the heat almost unbearable. I pressed my palm tighter against myself, breath shaky, eyes locked on them.
Dharma kept the same deep, steady rhythm, cock grinding against her clit with every thrust. My wife’s body locked up. Her pussy clenched hard around him, thighs shaking, back arching off the bed. A sharp cry broke from her.
“Ahh—ohh—mmm… I’m cumming… ahh!”
She came hard, pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock in tight waves, wetness flooding around him. Her nails dug into his back. Her legs trembled and pulled him deeper. She buried her face against his neck, moaning through it, voice breaking, hips jerking helplessly as the orgasm rolled through her. The white petticoat stayed bunched under her breasts, her bare breasts pressed to his chest, nipples stiff and sensitive.
He fucked her through it, slower now, letting her ride every pulse. When the strongest waves passed she was left panting, clinging to him, face flushed deep red, eyes wet. She didn’t let go. Her arms stayed wrapped around his neck. A small, shaky sound left her, almost soft.
“Mmm… that was… ahh…”
She lifted her head just enough to look at him, cheeks burning, and kissed him. It was brief, messy, but she initiated it. Her pussy still fluttered around his cock. She kept her legs around him, holding him inside her, breath uneven against his mouth.
“Don’t stop yet,” she whispered, voice thin and embarrassed, but clear. “It feels… good.”
Dharma smiled, scar pulling, and kissed her back, slower. He started moving again, gentle thrusts, cock sliding through her sensitive, still-spasming pussy. She moaned into his mouth, blushing harder, but she kissed him again, arms tightening, body staying open and close to his.
From the window I watched her cum on his cock, watched her cling to him afterward, watched her kiss him and ask him not to stop. Jealousy burned sharp and hot in my chest. At the same time my own cock throbbed painfully, leaking steadily. The sight of her liking it, wanting more, made the shame and arousal crash together until my hand was pressed hard against myself, breath shaky, eyes unable to leave them.
Dharma kept moving inside her, slow deep thrusts, cock sliding through her still-sensitive pussy. My wife stayed wrapped around him, legs locked at his waist, arms around his neck. She kissed him again, longer this time, tongue slipping into his mouth, soft moans vibrating against his lips. The white petticoat remained bunched under her breasts. Her bare breasts pressed to his chest, nipples dragging against his skin with every roll of his hips.
He broke the kiss just enough to speak, voice low, hips never stopping.
“You like my cock now?”
She blushed hard, face still close to his, eyes half-closed. Her pussy clenched around him. A shaky breath left her.
“Yes… ahh… I like it…”
“Tell me what you want.”
Her cheeks burned brighter. She hid her face against his shoulder for a second, then whispered, voice small but clear.
“Fuck me… keep fucking me with your cock… mmm…”
He smiled and gave her a firmer thrust, cock driving deep. She moaned, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Ohh… yes… ahh… like that…”
Her hips started moving with him again, meeting his strokes, shy at first, then more sure. She kissed his neck, his jaw, then his mouth, messy and needy, still blushing but no longer trying to hide how much she was feeling. Wet sounds grew louder as he fucked her steadily, one hand sliding down to grip her ass and pull her onto his cock with every thrust.
From the window I watched her ask for it, watched her move with him, watched her kiss him while his cock filled her. Jealousy twisted hard in my chest. At the same time my own cock throbbed painfully, leaking against my trousers. The sight of her enjoying him so openly now, blushing and still begging for more, made the heat almost unbearable. I pressed my palm tighter against myself, breath uneven, eyes locked on every movement.
Dharma thrust deeper, cock driving into her with steady force, one hand gripping her ass and pulling her onto him. My wife moaned into his mouth, hips rolling to meet him, the white petticoat still bunched under her breasts. Her eyes were half-closed, face flushed, lost in the rhythm.
Then her gaze shifted. Over his shoulder, through the narrow gap in the curtain, she saw me.
Her body jolted. Her eyes widened. A sharp gasp left her. She stared straight at me, lips parted, cheeks burning even darker. Dharma felt her tense and paused, cock buried deep.
“What?” he asked, low.
She didn’t answer him. Her eyes stayed locked on mine through the window. Shame, shock, and something hotter flashed across her face. Her pussy clenched hard around Dharma’s cock. A shaky, broken sound escaped her.
“Ahh… Rajesh…”
Dharma turned his head slightly, following her look, then smiled when he understood. He didn’t stop. He rolled his hips, slow and deep, making her feel every inch while she watched me watching her.
“He’s seeing everything,” Dharma murmured against her ear. “Seeing how much you like my cock. Does that make you wetter?”
She bit her lip, eyes still on me, face blazing red. Her hips moved despite herself, taking him deeper. A soft, helpless moan left her.
“Mmm… yes… ohh… I can’t…”
She kept looking at me, blushing furiously, body trembling as Dharma fucked her right in front of me. Her hands clutched his shoulders. She didn’t tell him to stop. She didn’t look away.
From the window I met her eyes. My chest burned with jealousy so sharp it hurt. At the same time my cock throbbed painfully, leaking hard against my trousers. The sight of her seeing me, knowing I was watching, and still moving on his cock, still moaning, made the shame and arousal crash together until I could barely breathe. I pressed my palm tighter against myself, unable to look away from her face.
Dharma kept fucking her, slow deep thrusts, cock sliding in and out while she stared at me through the gap in the curtain. My wife’s face stayed flushed deep red. Her eyes didn’t leave mine. Every time he pushed in, her lips parted and a soft sound escaped her. The white petticoat was still bunched under her breasts, her bare breasts moving with his rhythm.
Dharma grabbed her chin and turned her face back toward him for a moment, then let her look at me again.
“Keep watching him,” he said, voice low, hips rolling steadily. “Let him see how good my cock feels inside you. Tell him.”
She bit her lip hard. Shame and heat warred on her face. Her pussy clenched around Dharma’s cock. She looked straight at me, voice shaky and small.
“It… it feels good… ahh…”
“Louder.”
Her cheeks burned. She moaned as he thrust deeper, eyes locked on mine.
“Your… his cock feels so good… mmm… ohh… I’m sorry… ahh…”
Dharma smiled and picked up the pace just a little, cock driving into her harder. She cried out, back arching, but she didn’t look away from me. Her hands clutched Dharma’s shoulders. Her hips kept meeting his thrusts, shy and helpless. Tears of overwhelm shone in her eyes, yet her body stayed open and responsive, taking every stroke while I watched.
“Ahh… ohh… Rajesh… I can’t stop… mmm…”
From the window I stared back at her, chest tight with jealousy so sharp it ached. At the same time my cock throbbed painfully, leaking steadily against my trousers. Hearing her say it while looking at me, seeing her blush and still fuck him, made the shame and arousal crash together until my hand was pressed hard against myself, breath shaky, eyes unable to leave her face.
I stood beside the bed with my trousers and underwear shoved down to mid-thigh, the cool air of the room hitting my skin while her hand stayed wrapped around my cock. She stroked me in long, slow pulls, her palm warm and a little slick from the pre-cum already leaking from the tip. Dharma’s cock moved inside her in deep, unhurried strokes, each one pushing a soft, wet sound from her pussy and making her breasts shift against his chest. The white petticoat was still bunched high under her breasts, leaving her completely bare from the waist down.
My wife turned her face toward me first. Her cheek came to rest against Dharma’s, their skin pressed together, both of them looking at me while he kept fucking her. Her eyes were wet, full of pity and heat. Her hand never stopped moving on my cock, thumb sliding over the sensitive head on every upstroke, spreading the wetness. When she spoke her voice was soft, breathless from the steady thrusts.
“Look at him standing there like that, so hard and hurting because of me. Please let him join us, let him push inside me too, just this once. I can’t bear seeing him left out while you’re enjoying me so deeply.”
Dharma’s cheek stayed pressed to hers. His hips rolled in the same deep rhythm, cock sliding almost all the way out before sinking back in, making her breath catch each time. He looked straight at me, voice low and final.
“No. Not today. I’m not sharing her with anyone until I’ve finished.”
Her face fell, but she didn’t stop stroking me. The slow, steady motion of her hand continued, fingers tightening just a little around my cock as another of Dharma’s thrusts pushed a quiet moan from her throat. She kept her cheek against his, eyes locked on mine, full of apology. Her voice trembled when she spoke to me.
“I’m sorry, Rajesh. I asked him, but he won’t allow it. At least let me keep doing this for you while he takes me. Step back whenever you need to… I’ll be all right, I promise.”
She turned her face a fraction toward Dharma, lips close to his jaw, cheek still pressed to his, and added in the same soft, shaky tone,
“Enjoy yourself today. Take everything you want from me. I’m not holding anything back anymore.”
Dharma’s mouth curved against her cheek. He answered by driving his cock deeper, grinding his hips so the base pressed hard against her clit. Her back arched. A longer moan left her. Her hand on my cock sped up for a few strokes, then settled back into that slow, maddening rhythm, thumb circling the wet head. Her pussy clenched visibly around him; I could see the way her stomach tightened and her thighs trembled. She was getting close again. Her eyes flicked between my face and his, cheeks burning, breath coming faster, soft sounds spilling out every time he pushed in.
“Ahh… mmm… you’re so deep… ohh…”
She kept stroking me, bringing me right to the edge with her, my cock throbbing hard in her fist, pre-cum coating her fingers, while Dharma fucked her steadily toward her own peak. She stayed cheek to cheek with him, blushing, looking at me with that mix of sorrow and raw pleasure, hand never leaving my cock as her body started to shake.
I stood there barely breathing, her warm slick hand working me closer and closer, watching his cock drive into her, jealousy and brutal heat crashing together until my legs felt weak.
My wife’s breath hitched. Her hands grabbed his upper arms. She looked down between them, eyes half-lidded, cheeks already pink.
“It’s… too big,” she whispered.
“You’ll take it,” he said. He lined up and pushed.
The head of his cock stretched her open. She gasped.
“Ahh… ohh… slow…”
He sank in slowly, thick cock spreading her pussy, filling her inch by inch until he was buried deep, hips flush against hers. A long moan left her. He stayed still, cock throbbing inside her, and looked at her face.
“Do you like my cock?” he asked, voice low. “Tell me.”
Heat flooded her cheeks. She turned her face aside, blushing hard, pussy clenching around him. Her voice came out small and shaky.
“Yes…”
He smiled and rolled his hips once, slow and deep.
“Say it properly.”
She bit her lip, eyes wet, face burning. Her nails dug into his arms.
“Yes… I like your cock…”
He began to move, long, steady strokes, pulling almost all the way out before pushing his cock back in deep. Wet sounds filled the room. She moaned with every thrust, blushing darker, breasts bouncing lightly, the white petticoat bunched above her waist.
From the window I watched his cock slide in and out of her, watched her blush and admit she liked it, heard her say the words. Jealousy burned hot in my chest even as my own cock throbbed painfully, leaking against my trousers. The sight of her taking him, answering him, enjoying it, made me ache with shame and raw need at the same time. I pressed my palm hard against myself, breath shaky, unable to look away.
Dharma kept his pace slow and deep, cock sliding almost all the way out before pushing back in, filling her completely each time. The wet sound of her pussy taking him was clear in the room. My wife’s hands stayed on his arms, nails biting into his skin. Her breasts moved with every thrust, nipples stiff, the white petticoat still bunched under them.
He leaned down, mouth close to her ear, hips rolling steadily.
“You feel so tight around my cock. Tell me how it feels.”
She blushed harder, face turned to the side, breath coming in soft gasps. Her pussy clenched around him on the next deep stroke. A shaky moan left her.
“Ahh… it feels… full… so full…”
“You like being full of my cock?”
Her eyes squeezed shut. She nodded, small and embarrassed, cheeks burning. Her voice came out thin.
“Yes… I like it…”
He smiled against her neck and thrust a little harder, cock driving deep. She cried out softly.
“Mmm… ohh… ahh…”
Her legs wrapped loosely around his waist, heels resting on the back of his thighs, pulling him in without thinking. He kept the rhythm steady, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb rubbing her nipple while he fucked her. She moaned again, hips lifting to meet him, still blushing, still trying to hide her face even as her body answered every stroke.
From the window I watched his cock move in and out of her, watched her admit she liked it, watched her legs pull him deeper. Jealousy twisted sharp in my chest. At the same time my own cock throbbed painfully, leaking more against my trousers. The sight of her blushing and taking him, enjoying it, made the heat almost unbearable. I pressed my palm harder against myself, breath uneven, unable to look away.
Dharma’s thrusts grew a little firmer, cock driving deep and steady, the wet slap of his hips against her getting clearer. My wife’s moans came more often now, soft and broken. Her legs stayed wrapped around him, heels pressing into the back of his thighs, pulling him in each time he pushed forward. The white petticoat remained bunched under her breasts, her bare breasts bouncing lightly with every stroke.
He grabbed her chin and turned her face toward him so she had to look at him.
“Look at me while I fuck you. Tell me you want my cock deeper.”
Her cheeks burned bright red. She tried to glance away, but his hand held her face. Her pussy clenched hard around him. A shaky breath left her.
“I… I want it deeper…”
“Say my cock.”
She bit her lip, eyes wet with embarrassment and pleasure, voice small.
“I want your cock deeper… ahh…”
He gave her exactly that, hips snapping forward, burying his cock to the hilt. She cried out, back arching.
“Ohh… mmm… yes… ahh…”
Her nails dragged down his arms. She kept her eyes on his for a few seconds, blushing furiously, then her gaze dropped between their bodies, watching his cock disappear inside her again and again. Her hips began to move with him, meeting his thrusts, shy but needy. He smiled, clearly enjoying how she answered, and kept fucking her at that deep, steady pace, one hand still on her face, the other squeezing her breast.
From the window I watched her say it, watched her look at him while his cock filled her, watched her hips start to chase his. Jealousy burned hot and ugly in my chest. At the same time my cock throbbed so hard it hurt, leaking steadily against my trousers. The sight of her blushing, asking for more, moving with him, made the shame and the arousal crash together until I could barely breathe. I pressed my palm tighter against myself, eyes locked on them, unable to look away.
Dharma’s pace quickened, cock driving into her harder and deeper, the wet sound of her pussy growing louder with every thrust. My wife’s moans turned higher, more desperate. Her legs tightened around his waist, heels digging in, pulling him in as far as he could go. Her breasts bounced with the force of it, nipples stiff, the white petticoat still bunched above her waist. Her face was flushed deep red, eyes half-closed, lips parted.
He leaned down, mouth against her ear, hips snapping steadily.
“You’re getting close. I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. Tell me.”
She gasped, back arching. Her nails dragged down his back. A broken moan left her.
“Ahh… ohh… yes… I’m close… mmm…”
“You want to cum on my cock?”
Her cheeks burned hotter. She nodded quickly, shy and overwhelmed, voice shaking.
“Yes… I want to… ahh… please…”
He angled his hips, cock grinding against her clit with every deep stroke. Her whole body tightened. Her thighs trembled around him. She clung to him, breathing ragged, soft cries spilling out as the pleasure built sharp and fast.
“Ohh… mmm… ahh… don’t stop… I’m… ahh…”
Her pussy fluttered and clenched around his cock, right on the edge, hips rolling up to meet him, chasing it. She kept her face buried against his shoulder, blushing furiously, body shaking, so close she could barely speak.
From the window I watched her fall apart under him, watched her admit she was close, watched her pussy grip his cock as she begged without words. Jealousy cut deep. At the same time my own cock throbbed painfully, leaking hard against my trousers. The sight of her so near orgasm on him, blushing and desperate, made the heat almost unbearable. I pressed my palm tighter against myself, breath shaky, eyes locked on them.
Dharma kept the same deep, steady rhythm, cock grinding against her clit with every thrust. My wife’s body locked up. Her pussy clenched hard around him, thighs shaking, back arching off the bed. A sharp cry broke from her.
“Ahh—ohh—mmm… I’m cumming… ahh!”
She came hard, pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock in tight waves, wetness flooding around him. Her nails dug into his back. Her legs trembled and pulled him deeper. She buried her face against his neck, moaning through it, voice breaking, hips jerking helplessly as the orgasm rolled through her. The white petticoat stayed bunched under her breasts, her bare breasts pressed to his chest, nipples stiff and sensitive.
He fucked her through it, slower now, letting her ride every pulse. When the strongest waves passed she was left panting, clinging to him, face flushed deep red, eyes wet. She didn’t let go. Her arms stayed wrapped around his neck. A small, shaky sound left her, almost soft.
“Mmm… that was… ahh…”
She lifted her head just enough to look at him, cheeks burning, and kissed him. It was brief, messy, but she initiated it. Her pussy still fluttered around his cock. She kept her legs around him, holding him inside her, breath uneven against his mouth.
“Don’t stop yet,” she whispered, voice thin and embarrassed, but clear. “It feels… good.”
Dharma smiled, scar pulling, and kissed her back, slower. He started moving again, gentle thrusts, cock sliding through her sensitive, still-spasming pussy. She moaned into his mouth, blushing harder, but she kissed him again, arms tightening, body staying open and close to his.
From the window I watched her cum on his cock, watched her cling to him afterward, watched her kiss him and ask him not to stop. Jealousy burned sharp and hot in my chest. At the same time my own cock throbbed painfully, leaking steadily. The sight of her liking it, wanting more, made the shame and arousal crash together until my hand was pressed hard against myself, breath shaky, eyes unable to leave them.
Dharma kept moving inside her, slow deep thrusts, cock sliding through her still-sensitive pussy. My wife stayed wrapped around him, legs locked at his waist, arms around his neck. She kissed him again, longer this time, tongue slipping into his mouth, soft moans vibrating against his lips. The white petticoat remained bunched under her breasts. Her bare breasts pressed to his chest, nipples dragging against his skin with every roll of his hips.
He broke the kiss just enough to speak, voice low, hips never stopping.
“You like my cock now?”
She blushed hard, face still close to his, eyes half-closed. Her pussy clenched around him. A shaky breath left her.
“Yes… ahh… I like it…”
“Tell me what you want.”
Her cheeks burned brighter. She hid her face against his shoulder for a second, then whispered, voice small but clear.
“Fuck me… keep fucking me with your cock… mmm…”
He smiled and gave her a firmer thrust, cock driving deep. She moaned, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Ohh… yes… ahh… like that…”
Her hips started moving with him again, meeting his strokes, shy at first, then more sure. She kissed his neck, his jaw, then his mouth, messy and needy, still blushing but no longer trying to hide how much she was feeling. Wet sounds grew louder as he fucked her steadily, one hand sliding down to grip her ass and pull her onto his cock with every thrust.
From the window I watched her ask for it, watched her move with him, watched her kiss him while his cock filled her. Jealousy twisted hard in my chest. At the same time my own cock throbbed painfully, leaking against my trousers. The sight of her enjoying him so openly now, blushing and still begging for more, made the heat almost unbearable. I pressed my palm tighter against myself, breath uneven, eyes locked on every movement.
Dharma thrust deeper, cock driving into her with steady force, one hand gripping her ass and pulling her onto him. My wife moaned into his mouth, hips rolling to meet him, the white petticoat still bunched under her breasts. Her eyes were half-closed, face flushed, lost in the rhythm.
Then her gaze shifted. Over his shoulder, through the narrow gap in the curtain, she saw me.
Her body jolted. Her eyes widened. A sharp gasp left her. She stared straight at me, lips parted, cheeks burning even darker. Dharma felt her tense and paused, cock buried deep.
“What?” he asked, low.
She didn’t answer him. Her eyes stayed locked on mine through the window. Shame, shock, and something hotter flashed across her face. Her pussy clenched hard around Dharma’s cock. A shaky, broken sound escaped her.
“Ahh… Rajesh…”
Dharma turned his head slightly, following her look, then smiled when he understood. He didn’t stop. He rolled his hips, slow and deep, making her feel every inch while she watched me watching her.
“He’s seeing everything,” Dharma murmured against her ear. “Seeing how much you like my cock. Does that make you wetter?”
She bit her lip, eyes still on me, face blazing red. Her hips moved despite herself, taking him deeper. A soft, helpless moan left her.
“Mmm… yes… ohh… I can’t…”
She kept looking at me, blushing furiously, body trembling as Dharma fucked her right in front of me. Her hands clutched his shoulders. She didn’t tell him to stop. She didn’t look away.
From the window I met her eyes. My chest burned with jealousy so sharp it hurt. At the same time my cock throbbed painfully, leaking hard against my trousers. The sight of her seeing me, knowing I was watching, and still moving on his cock, still moaning, made the shame and arousal crash together until I could barely breathe. I pressed my palm tighter against myself, unable to look away from her face.
Dharma kept fucking her, slow deep thrusts, cock sliding in and out while she stared at me through the gap in the curtain. My wife’s face stayed flushed deep red. Her eyes didn’t leave mine. Every time he pushed in, her lips parted and a soft sound escaped her. The white petticoat was still bunched under her breasts, her bare breasts moving with his rhythm.
Dharma grabbed her chin and turned her face back toward him for a moment, then let her look at me again.
“Keep watching him,” he said, voice low, hips rolling steadily. “Let him see how good my cock feels inside you. Tell him.”
She bit her lip hard. Shame and heat warred on her face. Her pussy clenched around Dharma’s cock. She looked straight at me, voice shaky and small.
“It… it feels good… ahh…”
“Louder.”
Her cheeks burned. She moaned as he thrust deeper, eyes locked on mine.
“Your… his cock feels so good… mmm… ohh… I’m sorry… ahh…”
Dharma smiled and picked up the pace just a little, cock driving into her harder. She cried out, back arching, but she didn’t look away from me. Her hands clutched Dharma’s shoulders. Her hips kept meeting his thrusts, shy and helpless. Tears of overwhelm shone in her eyes, yet her body stayed open and responsive, taking every stroke while I watched.
“Ahh… ohh… Rajesh… I can’t stop… mmm…”
From the window I stared back at her, chest tight with jealousy so sharp it ached. At the same time my cock throbbed painfully, leaking steadily against my trousers. Hearing her say it while looking at me, seeing her blush and still fuck him, made the shame and arousal crash together until my hand was pressed hard against myself, breath shaky, eyes unable to leave her face.
I stood beside the bed with my trousers and underwear shoved down to mid-thigh, the cool air of the room hitting my skin while her hand stayed wrapped around my cock. She stroked me in long, slow pulls, her palm warm and a little slick from the pre-cum already leaking from the tip. Dharma’s cock moved inside her in deep, unhurried strokes, each one pushing a soft, wet sound from her pussy and making her breasts shift against his chest. The white petticoat was still bunched high under her breasts, leaving her completely bare from the waist down.
My wife turned her face toward me first. Her cheek came to rest against Dharma’s, their skin pressed together, both of them looking at me while he kept fucking her. Her eyes were wet, full of pity and heat. Her hand never stopped moving on my cock, thumb sliding over the sensitive head on every upstroke, spreading the wetness. When she spoke her voice was soft, breathless from the steady thrusts.
“Look at him standing there like that, so hard and hurting because of me. Please let him join us, let him push inside me too, just this once. I can’t bear seeing him left out while you’re enjoying me so deeply.”
Dharma’s cheek stayed pressed to hers. His hips rolled in the same deep rhythm, cock sliding almost all the way out before sinking back in, making her breath catch each time. He looked straight at me, voice low and final.
“No. Not today. I’m not sharing her with anyone until I’ve finished.”
Her face fell, but she didn’t stop stroking me. The slow, steady motion of her hand continued, fingers tightening just a little around my cock as another of Dharma’s thrusts pushed a quiet moan from her throat. She kept her cheek against his, eyes locked on mine, full of apology. Her voice trembled when she spoke to me.
“I’m sorry, Rajesh. I asked him, but he won’t allow it. At least let me keep doing this for you while he takes me. Step back whenever you need to… I’ll be all right, I promise.”
She turned her face a fraction toward Dharma, lips close to his jaw, cheek still pressed to his, and added in the same soft, shaky tone,
“Enjoy yourself today. Take everything you want from me. I’m not holding anything back anymore.”
Dharma’s mouth curved against her cheek. He answered by driving his cock deeper, grinding his hips so the base pressed hard against her clit. Her back arched. A longer moan left her. Her hand on my cock sped up for a few strokes, then settled back into that slow, maddening rhythm, thumb circling the wet head. Her pussy clenched visibly around him; I could see the way her stomach tightened and her thighs trembled. She was getting close again. Her eyes flicked between my face and his, cheeks burning, breath coming faster, soft sounds spilling out every time he pushed in.
“Ahh… mmm… you’re so deep… ohh…”
She kept stroking me, bringing me right to the edge with her, my cock throbbing hard in her fist, pre-cum coating her fingers, while Dharma fucked her steadily toward her own peak. She stayed cheek to cheek with him, blushing, looking at me with that mix of sorrow and raw pleasure, hand never leaving my cock as her body started to shake.
I stood there barely breathing, her warm slick hand working me closer and closer, watching his cock drive into her, jealousy and brutal heat crashing together until my legs felt weak.
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