Soon Balachandra was slamming her harder, and faster, reminding me of two humping dogs. Vidya’s butt cheeks shook faster and made loud slapping noises that I felt could possibly be heard out throughout the house and down the street. Vidya’s breasts, once Balachandra released them and grabbed her hips, dangled down and gyrated wildly. Balachandra’s breathing got heavier, but it was Vidya whose panting got more audible, punctuated with the occasional, “OOOH! UNGHHH!”
As they fucked, I thought back to what they had said. Apparently there were many wives who were having affairs with Balachandra. Vidya was just one of his mistresses. I wondered who the other wives were, and if I knew them. I faintly suspected Vidya knew of them. Yet she was definitely Balachandra’s favourite, and you knew why. There was no one like Vidya.
Their fucking intensified. Balachandra leaned back and threw his head back, his eyes opening and closing, always with that obnoxious smirk on his face. He gave my wife’s butt the occasional light slap every time she looked back and smiled at him over her shoulder, before grunting again. Her body was now shivering — she was on the threshold of an orgasm.
Vidya got louder. I wished she didn’t, because I didn’t want the construction workers, or our neighbours, to know what was happening to my wife. As if many already didn’t know! But Vidya was beyond caring. She was now grunting rhythmically.
“UNGHHH! UNGHHH! UNGHHH!”
Balachandra fucked her for a long time. I don’t know how he could keep from cumming. But he hung in there as Vidya started shaking and letting out little gurgles that she never made when she made love to me. Vidya was never a noisy lover with me.
“OH MY GOD! UNGHHH! UNGHHH! FUCK! OOOOOOOH!”
Finally with one last “UNGHHH!” Vidya spasmed rapidly, circling her butt, in what was unmistakably an orgasm. And a BIG one.
Balachandra pulled back tight on Vidya’s hips as she finished her orgasm and she fell forward on her elbows. I could then see his own face contort, and his butt beginning to clench. He was now cumming in her. In my wife. As Vidya lay like that, he humped her until he had emptied his load inside of her. Then Balachandra slid his cock out of her pussy, laid it on her back, and let his cum dribble down on her skin.
They fucked again after half an hour. This time they did it in the bedroom.
Vidya was seated on top of Balachandra, who was seated on the big solo sofa in the bedroom. Vidya was basically on his lap, her big bum on his right leg. They were kissing. His hands were all over her body, mostly rubbing her bare legs. Vidya was once again wearing another one of my oversized shirts, leaving her legs completely bare. She looked very sexy — it was a different sexy than the saris that she usually wore. He was dressed (I don’t know why!) in his shirt and pants.
As their kiss got hotter, I could see Vidya’s toes starting to curl. She raised one leg, and Balachandra reached even higher on her thigh. Vidya was wearing nothing underneath the shirt, so his hands went straight to my wife’s snatch.