10-01-2019, 04:44 AM
Barechested, he got on his knees next to the couch and started kissing my wife again. She kissed back hungrily. Fahim's wall-like back then blocked my wife's torso from the view. all i could see were were skirt covered legs stretched out on the couch, and her toes curling and uncurling alternately. There was absolutely no resistance to the proceedings from Ketaki's side. In fact, quite the opposite.
A few minutes later, I saw Fahim put his hand on Ketaki's smooth milky white shins. He then started moving the hand gradually upwards, puling the skirt up. First her bare knees came into view, then her bare thighs. And then the skirt stopped moving upwards. But Fahim's hand was still buried under it. A moment later, I could hear Ketaki start moaning loudly. I knew those moans. Fahim was fingering my wife! My driver had his thick raspy fingers buried in my wife's cunt!
That jolted me out from the state of an incredibly turned on spectator to an enraged husband. What the fuck was happening? I reached for the cellphone and this time dialed the home number. On screen I could hear the phone start ringing. Fahim paused. Ketaki's moans stopped as well.
He hurriedly stood up, and with his big back out of the way. I now saw, dumbstruck, that my wife's 34D boobs were on full display. Her -tshirt and bra were rolled up under her shoulder. As the phone rang shrilly, she got up, but made no effort to cover her tits. Her boobs still hanging out, and her back towards the webcam, she walked to the phone table which was behind the couch. She peered at the display and breathlessly said,
"It's Samir calling."
"Hmmm." Fahim nonchalantly said, walking up to her. "Aren't you going to answer it?"
"I don't know..... should I?" she asked.
"Yes, you fucking should, you whore!" I said under my breath.
"It's up to you." Fahim said, and stepping behind her, reached around with her hands and started playing with her nipples. Ketaki responded by resting her head on his chest.
"Mmmmmm....I'll just tell him I was in the bathroom." she said and turned around, now facing Fahim.
Fahim gently grabbed hold of her t-shirt and bra and started pulling them off. Ketaki raised her hands and allowed him to, leaving her completely topless.
"Oh how I've missed these boobs." Fahim said, and started biting and sucking them.
"Mmm." Ketaki said, "and you know what I've missed?" and I watched, almost on the verge of tears, and she gestured towards his crotch.
Fahim smiled happily, and unzipped his pants. Ketaki bent in her waist and pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing a semi-erect dick. It was not particularly big. I mean it wasn't small. But it wasn't gargantuan or anything. Still bent in her, waist, Ketaki took it in her mouth and started sucking it. Her blowjob technique had always been spectacular, and I wasn't surprised when the dick soon seemed to be fully erect. I could hear Ketaki making guttural gagging noises, as Fahim's shaft went in and out of her mouth.
Meanwhile, Fahim had kept himself busy too. He had bent over, and pulled up Ketaki's skirt from the back, so it was bunched up around her waist. He had slipped her panties down. And his huge hand, thanks to the long reach that his massive arms gave him, was seemingly fingering her again.
"Ohhhhh Ketaki, no one has a mouth quite like you." Fahim said in a breathless voice.
After a few moment, Fahim withdrew his hand. He then put both his hands on her waist. Then, I almost yelped in surprise as he effortless lifted her from the waist, as if he was just turning a doll around. Ketaki let out a squeal of joy as her legs were in the air, in front of Fahim's face. He then held her upturned body against his own, hugging it loosely and said,
"Turn around so you're facing my cock."
"Fahim!" Ketaki said laughing, "I am a bit heavier I used to be. You'll lose your grip and drop me on my head."
"Yeah, I can see where you are heavier." and bent his head down to bite her asscheek, making her squeal and then laugh. "But don't worry, I am also stronger than I used to be.
Ketaki turned her body around with great effort, even as Fahim held her waist in his bearhug. And in a few seconds, was exactly in the position he wanted. Her cunt just below his face, and his dick in her mouth. In a bizarre standing version of 69 that I had never even contemplated. By now, the outrage and the anger had drained out of me, and I was back to watching the proceedings as if I were watching a porno or a peep show. It didn't matter anymore that my wife was the one being treated like a toy by my driver. If anything, that added to the eroticness.
They 69-ed like that for a good five minutes or so. Fahim's tongue brought Ketaki to an orgasm twice, but even after her Olympic skill level cock-sucking, he had not cum. When she goes at it like this with me, I find it difficult to last beyond 2 minutes. In fact even as I watched her blow him, hanging upside down, I felt a raging erection and an urgent need to empty my balls. My naked wife, upside down in his arms, sucking his dick and he licked her clit. Could there be anything more debauched?
Fahim seemed to have finally gotten tired of holding Ketaki. He slowly moved towards the couch and threw her on it. She giggled and spread her legs wide, inviting him into her cunt. But he said,
"You know how I like to start off."
She giggled and got on her hands and knees on the couch, her round fleshy ass invitingly jutting towards him. Fahim spanked her twice, audibly hard, and she squealed. Then he he put one knee on the couch behind her leg, and slowly entered her. Ketaki let out a satisfied groan as his dick entered her cunt. Fahim humped her slowly, back and forth a few times, then put his hands on her waist.
And then he seemed to just go into overdrive. He started hammering her cunt so rapidly and mercilessly that Ketaki started howling with pleasure. I had never heard her howl like this during sex in 10 years of our marriage. And yet here she was, with my driver, shrieking like a banshee. After a few minutes of high speed drilling, Fahim slowed down and started fucking her gently. But Ketaki would have none of that.
"Harder Fahim. Fuck me harder. Keep fucking me hard. Keep me fucking me harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd." she shrieked out in English.
"What?" he responded in Hindi. "What's with this English nonsense? Have you forgotten your roots?" their entire conversation so far had been in Hindi/Urdu. "If you want to say something, say it like you used to. Out in the fields. The stuff you used to say, remember?"
Ketaki turned her head around and gave him a naughty grin as he fucked her gently, and then said,
"Yes I remember. But you aren't saying much either. You used to say so much dirty stuff too."
"You start." he spanked her on the right asscheek, "and I'll start."
"Chod chod. Jor se chod, saaley randi ki aulaad. Apni chaar maaon ko chod chod kar thak gaya kya jo mujhe itni dheere chod raha hai? (Fuck me, fuck me hard, you son of whore. Are you tired from fucking your four mothers? Is that why you're going so slow?)" Ketaki said, almost making me fall off the chair. I didn't know she even knew all these swear words, forget using them so freely.
Fahim let out a wide grin, started fucking her hard again and said,
A few minutes later, I saw Fahim put his hand on Ketaki's smooth milky white shins. He then started moving the hand gradually upwards, puling the skirt up. First her bare knees came into view, then her bare thighs. And then the skirt stopped moving upwards. But Fahim's hand was still buried under it. A moment later, I could hear Ketaki start moaning loudly. I knew those moans. Fahim was fingering my wife! My driver had his thick raspy fingers buried in my wife's cunt!
That jolted me out from the state of an incredibly turned on spectator to an enraged husband. What the fuck was happening? I reached for the cellphone and this time dialed the home number. On screen I could hear the phone start ringing. Fahim paused. Ketaki's moans stopped as well.
He hurriedly stood up, and with his big back out of the way. I now saw, dumbstruck, that my wife's 34D boobs were on full display. Her -tshirt and bra were rolled up under her shoulder. As the phone rang shrilly, she got up, but made no effort to cover her tits. Her boobs still hanging out, and her back towards the webcam, she walked to the phone table which was behind the couch. She peered at the display and breathlessly said,
"It's Samir calling."
"Hmmm." Fahim nonchalantly said, walking up to her. "Aren't you going to answer it?"
"I don't know..... should I?" she asked.
"Yes, you fucking should, you whore!" I said under my breath.
"It's up to you." Fahim said, and stepping behind her, reached around with her hands and started playing with her nipples. Ketaki responded by resting her head on his chest.
"Mmmmmm....I'll just tell him I was in the bathroom." she said and turned around, now facing Fahim.
Fahim gently grabbed hold of her t-shirt and bra and started pulling them off. Ketaki raised her hands and allowed him to, leaving her completely topless.
"Oh how I've missed these boobs." Fahim said, and started biting and sucking them.
"Mmm." Ketaki said, "and you know what I've missed?" and I watched, almost on the verge of tears, and she gestured towards his crotch.
Fahim smiled happily, and unzipped his pants. Ketaki bent in her waist and pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing a semi-erect dick. It was not particularly big. I mean it wasn't small. But it wasn't gargantuan or anything. Still bent in her, waist, Ketaki took it in her mouth and started sucking it. Her blowjob technique had always been spectacular, and I wasn't surprised when the dick soon seemed to be fully erect. I could hear Ketaki making guttural gagging noises, as Fahim's shaft went in and out of her mouth.
Meanwhile, Fahim had kept himself busy too. He had bent over, and pulled up Ketaki's skirt from the back, so it was bunched up around her waist. He had slipped her panties down. And his huge hand, thanks to the long reach that his massive arms gave him, was seemingly fingering her again.
"Ohhhhh Ketaki, no one has a mouth quite like you." Fahim said in a breathless voice.
After a few moment, Fahim withdrew his hand. He then put both his hands on her waist. Then, I almost yelped in surprise as he effortless lifted her from the waist, as if he was just turning a doll around. Ketaki let out a squeal of joy as her legs were in the air, in front of Fahim's face. He then held her upturned body against his own, hugging it loosely and said,
"Turn around so you're facing my cock."
"Fahim!" Ketaki said laughing, "I am a bit heavier I used to be. You'll lose your grip and drop me on my head."
"Yeah, I can see where you are heavier." and bent his head down to bite her asscheek, making her squeal and then laugh. "But don't worry, I am also stronger than I used to be.
Ketaki turned her body around with great effort, even as Fahim held her waist in his bearhug. And in a few seconds, was exactly in the position he wanted. Her cunt just below his face, and his dick in her mouth. In a bizarre standing version of 69 that I had never even contemplated. By now, the outrage and the anger had drained out of me, and I was back to watching the proceedings as if I were watching a porno or a peep show. It didn't matter anymore that my wife was the one being treated like a toy by my driver. If anything, that added to the eroticness.
They 69-ed like that for a good five minutes or so. Fahim's tongue brought Ketaki to an orgasm twice, but even after her Olympic skill level cock-sucking, he had not cum. When she goes at it like this with me, I find it difficult to last beyond 2 minutes. In fact even as I watched her blow him, hanging upside down, I felt a raging erection and an urgent need to empty my balls. My naked wife, upside down in his arms, sucking his dick and he licked her clit. Could there be anything more debauched?
Fahim seemed to have finally gotten tired of holding Ketaki. He slowly moved towards the couch and threw her on it. She giggled and spread her legs wide, inviting him into her cunt. But he said,
"You know how I like to start off."
She giggled and got on her hands and knees on the couch, her round fleshy ass invitingly jutting towards him. Fahim spanked her twice, audibly hard, and she squealed. Then he he put one knee on the couch behind her leg, and slowly entered her. Ketaki let out a satisfied groan as his dick entered her cunt. Fahim humped her slowly, back and forth a few times, then put his hands on her waist.
And then he seemed to just go into overdrive. He started hammering her cunt so rapidly and mercilessly that Ketaki started howling with pleasure. I had never heard her howl like this during sex in 10 years of our marriage. And yet here she was, with my driver, shrieking like a banshee. After a few minutes of high speed drilling, Fahim slowed down and started fucking her gently. But Ketaki would have none of that.
"Harder Fahim. Fuck me harder. Keep fucking me hard. Keep me fucking me harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd." she shrieked out in English.
"What?" he responded in Hindi. "What's with this English nonsense? Have you forgotten your roots?" their entire conversation so far had been in Hindi/Urdu. "If you want to say something, say it like you used to. Out in the fields. The stuff you used to say, remember?"
Ketaki turned her head around and gave him a naughty grin as he fucked her gently, and then said,
"Yes I remember. But you aren't saying much either. You used to say so much dirty stuff too."
"You start." he spanked her on the right asscheek, "and I'll start."
"Chod chod. Jor se chod, saaley randi ki aulaad. Apni chaar maaon ko chod chod kar thak gaya kya jo mujhe itni dheere chod raha hai? (Fuck me, fuck me hard, you son of whore. Are you tired from fucking your four mothers? Is that why you're going so slow?)" Ketaki said, almost making me fall off the chair. I didn't know she even knew all these swear words, forget using them so freely.
Fahim let out a wide grin, started fucking her hard again and said,
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