10-01-2019, 04:45 AM
They both started laughing even as the fucking continued, and so did the smack talk. Fahim pushed Ketaki's shoulders down so they were resting on the couch and her big boobs were squished. There she was, my wife, her ass raised in the air in our living room, getting fucked mercilessly by my driver.
A few minutes later, Fahim withdrew his dick from my wife's cunt, and sat down on the couch, resting his back on the armrest. Ketaki turned around, and crawled on top of him. I knew she loved to be on top. It allowed her to control the pace of the fucking. But the on-top fucking with Fahim was of a different variety. She sat on top of him, took his dick in her cunt, and instead of sitting up straight and doing the fucking, laid down on top of his chest, her boobs squishing against it. Fahim put his big hands on her asscheeks, and started drilling her upwards.
With each stroke, I could see the lower part of my wife's body rising and falling, her ass-cheeks jiggling obscenely at his assault. Her massive tits rubbed against his chest, and her mouth was open in a big O as she moaned, with her eyes closed. And all the while, loud thuds and thups as their thighs slapped against each others.
Once again, realization swept over me. This was not some porno I was watching. This was my wife of ten years, the mother of my child, in my living room, on the couch I paid for, getting drilled by my driver. This had to stop!
I picked up my cellphone and called the home number again, with my eyes on the screen.
The slapping of the thighs stopped as the phone started ringing. Ketaki jumped off Fahim and ran towards the phone.
"It's Samir again." she said, breathing heavily. "This time I have to answer."
Fahim nodded. Ketaki put one hand on her heaving boobs, took a couple of deep breaths to stabilize her breathing, and then picked up the receiver.
"Hello."
It was admirable how normal she was managing to sound.
"Oh...Hi." I said, now surprised at how normal I was able to sound. I had decided to yell at her, curse her, tell her I was watching everything. But for some reason, I held back.
"How are you, Samir?" she asked, walking with the cordless receiver towards the couch. "Had lunch?"
"Umm...yes." I said, staring at the screen as I saw her naked body gracefully walk towards the couch and sit on it, next to Fahim. He put a hand on her thigh. i noticed he was still fully erect.
"So...." she said, taking a deep breath, "You didn't tell me you were sending Fahim over with some files."
I was about to respond when the words got stuck in my throat. Fahim's other hand had now started to fondle her boobs, right in front of my eyes. And she was acting nonchalant as if nothing was happening.
"Samir?"
"Oh yeah. I....I forgot." I said, managing to sound normal, my eyes still glued to the screen.
"Yeah, he got the files. I have kept them on the dining table." As Ketaki was saying this, Fahim was gesturing something to her, and she was shaking her hands in confusion, and gesturing with her hand.
"Okay. So...what are you doing right now?" I asked.
"I am doing" she said, and I saw Fahim grab her waist and pull her on top of him. "nothing. I am not doing anything. Was just...watching TV."
It dawned on me that Fahim was getting her to mount him, this time with her back towards him. He wanted to fuck her even as she spoke to me. Ketaki, I noticed, was resisting, but only in a token playful manner. He positioned her feet outside his thighs such that she was now squatting with her back to him such that her cunt was right on top of his erect dick. He was trying to shove his dick up her cunt, and she was dodging it, but again, playfully. There was a smile on her face the entire time that showed that she eventually would let him in.
"What are you doing?" she asked, and then as soon as I started speaking, bit her lip, and lowered herself so that the dick entered her cunt easily.
"I just got done with a meeting. Have another meeting" I was saying this, watching in horror, as my wife took his dick inside her cunt again, and started hopping up and down, getting fucked in the process. I would hear mild sounds of their bodies slapping against each other.
Fahim then put his hands around her stomach and started fucking her intensely, but taking care not to make any sounds. I saw Ketaki's mouse open wide again in pleasure, her eyes close, as she leaned back against him completely and threw her head back. And let out a small shriek.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Oh..oh.... I...I...twisted my ankle. Owww....ohhhh...ohhhhhhhh...owwwwww...." Ketaki yelped as Fahim now started fucking her really hard.
"You twisted your ankle?" I asked, trying to control my anger.
"Yessssss....owwww owwww...oh......" and then she fell silent as Fahim abruptly lifted her off his dick and threw her on the couch. "Uhmmm...." she said with a sigh as her ass hit the couch and she bounced a little.
"Are you okay, Ketaki?" I asked.
"Yes, It is just umppp...." she got cut-off in mid-sentence.
She got cut in mid-sentence because Fahim, moving in a flash, had pulled her mouth on to his dick and was clearly cumming inside her. I saw his hips jerk back and forth as he emptied his load inside her for a good 20 seconds or so.
"Ketaki? Ketaki?" I kept saying, sounding alarmed, but I could see on the screen that she was in no position to answer. Her cheeks were puffed up because of the semen being pumped into them, and her nose was rubbing against Fahim's pubic hair.
Finally Fahim got done with his pumping and stepped back, and Ketaki inhaled with a loud gasp. She looked at Fahim angrily and then said to me,
"Sorry Samir, it is hurting a lot. I'll call you back."
And then without waiting for me to say anything, she hung up. And threw the phone a Fahim really hard. He caught it effortlessly, like it was a cricket ball. I made a mental note that not a single drop of semen had spurted out of her mouth. She had swallowed it all!
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you pull that stunt, you asshole?" she said, getting up off the couch, and glaring at him with her arms akimbo. Still naked.
"Sorry, very sorry." Fahim said, sounding genuinely contrite.
"What do you mean sorry?" she shrieked. "What if he had found out?"
"Just listen to me. I could not stop it any more. And I didn't know if you were on the pill or something."
"So you dump your load inside my mouth?" Ketaki said.
"Would you rather have me spray it all over this couch or the carpet?" Fahim asked.
He had a point. Ketaki folded her arms over her naked boobs, glared at him, shook her head, and walked past him. I saw her head in the direction of the bathroom. I sat there watching the empty living room for a few minutes, feeling my anger boil over. Another feeling was my heavy balls. I could not deny that watching all this had turned me on beyond belief. But no matter how turned on I was, my anger trumped it all. My wife had just cheated on me with my driver.
That's when my office phone rang.
"Samir, come to my office please. I need some help with this month's report." It was my boss.
"Yes, sir. I'll be there in a few minutes."
I said and got up. But my dick was still forming a tent in my pants. I walked around, trying to think of non-sexual things, and finally got the erection to subside. Then I went to my boss's office, and helped him out with the numbers. That took about half an hour. I was very distracted throughout, but somehow managed to keep my mind on the work.
A few minutes later, Fahim withdrew his dick from my wife's cunt, and sat down on the couch, resting his back on the armrest. Ketaki turned around, and crawled on top of him. I knew she loved to be on top. It allowed her to control the pace of the fucking. But the on-top fucking with Fahim was of a different variety. She sat on top of him, took his dick in her cunt, and instead of sitting up straight and doing the fucking, laid down on top of his chest, her boobs squishing against it. Fahim put his big hands on her asscheeks, and started drilling her upwards.
With each stroke, I could see the lower part of my wife's body rising and falling, her ass-cheeks jiggling obscenely at his assault. Her massive tits rubbed against his chest, and her mouth was open in a big O as she moaned, with her eyes closed. And all the while, loud thuds and thups as their thighs slapped against each others.
Once again, realization swept over me. This was not some porno I was watching. This was my wife of ten years, the mother of my child, in my living room, on the couch I paid for, getting drilled by my driver. This had to stop!
I picked up my cellphone and called the home number again, with my eyes on the screen.
The slapping of the thighs stopped as the phone started ringing. Ketaki jumped off Fahim and ran towards the phone.
"It's Samir again." she said, breathing heavily. "This time I have to answer."
Fahim nodded. Ketaki put one hand on her heaving boobs, took a couple of deep breaths to stabilize her breathing, and then picked up the receiver.
"Hello."
It was admirable how normal she was managing to sound.
"Oh...Hi." I said, now surprised at how normal I was able to sound. I had decided to yell at her, curse her, tell her I was watching everything. But for some reason, I held back.
"How are you, Samir?" she asked, walking with the cordless receiver towards the couch. "Had lunch?"
"Umm...yes." I said, staring at the screen as I saw her naked body gracefully walk towards the couch and sit on it, next to Fahim. He put a hand on her thigh. i noticed he was still fully erect.
"So...." she said, taking a deep breath, "You didn't tell me you were sending Fahim over with some files."
I was about to respond when the words got stuck in my throat. Fahim's other hand had now started to fondle her boobs, right in front of my eyes. And she was acting nonchalant as if nothing was happening.
"Samir?"
"Oh yeah. I....I forgot." I said, managing to sound normal, my eyes still glued to the screen.
"Yeah, he got the files. I have kept them on the dining table." As Ketaki was saying this, Fahim was gesturing something to her, and she was shaking her hands in confusion, and gesturing with her hand.
"Okay. So...what are you doing right now?" I asked.
"I am doing" she said, and I saw Fahim grab her waist and pull her on top of him. "nothing. I am not doing anything. Was just...watching TV."
It dawned on me that Fahim was getting her to mount him, this time with her back towards him. He wanted to fuck her even as she spoke to me. Ketaki, I noticed, was resisting, but only in a token playful manner. He positioned her feet outside his thighs such that she was now squatting with her back to him such that her cunt was right on top of his erect dick. He was trying to shove his dick up her cunt, and she was dodging it, but again, playfully. There was a smile on her face the entire time that showed that she eventually would let him in.
"What are you doing?" she asked, and then as soon as I started speaking, bit her lip, and lowered herself so that the dick entered her cunt easily.
"I just got done with a meeting. Have another meeting" I was saying this, watching in horror, as my wife took his dick inside her cunt again, and started hopping up and down, getting fucked in the process. I would hear mild sounds of their bodies slapping against each other.
Fahim then put his hands around her stomach and started fucking her intensely, but taking care not to make any sounds. I saw Ketaki's mouse open wide again in pleasure, her eyes close, as she leaned back against him completely and threw her head back. And let out a small shriek.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Oh..oh.... I...I...twisted my ankle. Owww....ohhhh...ohhhhhhhh...owwwwww...." Ketaki yelped as Fahim now started fucking her really hard.
"You twisted your ankle?" I asked, trying to control my anger.
"Yessssss....owwww owwww...oh......" and then she fell silent as Fahim abruptly lifted her off his dick and threw her on the couch. "Uhmmm...." she said with a sigh as her ass hit the couch and she bounced a little.
"Are you okay, Ketaki?" I asked.
"Yes, It is just umppp...." she got cut-off in mid-sentence.
She got cut in mid-sentence because Fahim, moving in a flash, had pulled her mouth on to his dick and was clearly cumming inside her. I saw his hips jerk back and forth as he emptied his load inside her for a good 20 seconds or so.
"Ketaki? Ketaki?" I kept saying, sounding alarmed, but I could see on the screen that she was in no position to answer. Her cheeks were puffed up because of the semen being pumped into them, and her nose was rubbing against Fahim's pubic hair.
Finally Fahim got done with his pumping and stepped back, and Ketaki inhaled with a loud gasp. She looked at Fahim angrily and then said to me,
"Sorry Samir, it is hurting a lot. I'll call you back."
And then without waiting for me to say anything, she hung up. And threw the phone a Fahim really hard. He caught it effortlessly, like it was a cricket ball. I made a mental note that not a single drop of semen had spurted out of her mouth. She had swallowed it all!
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you pull that stunt, you asshole?" she said, getting up off the couch, and glaring at him with her arms akimbo. Still naked.
"Sorry, very sorry." Fahim said, sounding genuinely contrite.
"What do you mean sorry?" she shrieked. "What if he had found out?"
"Just listen to me. I could not stop it any more. And I didn't know if you were on the pill or something."
"So you dump your load inside my mouth?" Ketaki said.
"Would you rather have me spray it all over this couch or the carpet?" Fahim asked.
He had a point. Ketaki folded her arms over her naked boobs, glared at him, shook her head, and walked past him. I saw her head in the direction of the bathroom. I sat there watching the empty living room for a few minutes, feeling my anger boil over. Another feeling was my heavy balls. I could not deny that watching all this had turned me on beyond belief. But no matter how turned on I was, my anger trumped it all. My wife had just cheated on me with my driver.
That's when my office phone rang.
"Samir, come to my office please. I need some help with this month's report." It was my boss.
"Yes, sir. I'll be there in a few minutes."
I said and got up. But my dick was still forming a tent in my pants. I walked around, trying to think of non-sexual things, and finally got the erection to subside. Then I went to my boss's office, and helped him out with the numbers. That took about half an hour. I was very distracted throughout, but somehow managed to keep my mind on the work.
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