“It was my duty to help you, bahu.” Balachandra beamed at my wife. “Especially such a good, and sexy, bahu.”
“And now this bahu will reward you, Balachandraji. I am all yours.”
I noticed now, with Vidya’s shirt pulled way up, that she was wearing a pink panty. Balachandra now reached down and forcefully tugged down on her panty, until it was bunched around her knees. Vidya’s thick bushy pubic hair was exposed. I could hear her give a soft moan.
I realized at that moment that my study was the closest to the street on the second floor. The blinds were all completely open, and if someone was in the neighbouring house, they could peer and see my wife’s exposed breasts, butt, and pussy — all in front of a man who was not her husband.
Vidya stood still, and expectant, for a moment as Balachandra unzipped his pants, and tugged them and his underwear down to his ankles. His cock was long, but hanging down. He then turned to my wife.
“You know what to do, bahu.”
“Yes, Balachandraji. I love this cock, I have missed it.”
Vidya reached down with her right hand, and began stroking Balachandra’s cock. Balachandra in turn reached down and rubbed Vidya’s pussy mound over her bush. In no time, Balachandra was fully erect, sticking straight out. He slid his middle finger into Vidya’s pussy, and began to finger fuck her rapidly. Vidya stroked his cock, her eyes half open and a content expression on her face.
“Okay, bahu,” Balachandra ordered. “Turn around.”
My wife released the cock from her hand as Balachandra slid his finger out of her. She hesitated a moment until Balachandra twirled his finger around, indicating that he wanted her to turn around. She did as ordered, and Balachandra said, “Hands on the desk.”
It seemed to be such a pattern, I noticed. Whenever an old lover of Vidya would return after some time, the first thing he would want is to Vidya present her ass to him, and he would fuck her from behind. It was the case with Ramu, with Wasim and Balachandra.
Vidya leaned over and placed both of her hands on the edge of my wooden desk. Being a tall leggy woman, her butt was high in the air. Balachandra lined up behind her, and started to work his cock into her pussy from behind. I watched as he leaning forward, as his dick shaft slowly disappearing inside of my wife’s pussy.
“Oh, bahu,” moaned Balachandra, grunting his pleasure at the feel of his cock inside my wife’s pussy. “I have waited so long for this. None of the other wives I fuck have a pussy like yours, bahu.”
“I waited for you too, Balachandraji.” My wife answered. “Of all the wives you fuck, Balachandraji, I want to be your favourite one.”
“Oh, that you are, bahu. That you are.”
Vidya bit her lips, her head hung down, her thick, jet black hair hanging over her face. Balachandra started to hump her, slowly at first, but soon got into a groove. I watched Vidya’s big tits hanging down as she leaned over the desk. Balachandra noticed them too, and reached around and played with them as he fucked her. Vidya’s smooth bubble butt cheeks rippled every time that Balachandra slapped his pelvis into her.