“Why don’t you bend over the bed?” I heard Mr. Sarun order her. Vidya complied, I am sure, spreading her arms and lying face down on the edge of the bed, her ass hanging out. Mr. Sarun — like all of Vidya’s lovers — seemed to be fascinated with her ass. I heard a pop — which I understood was the sound of a bottle cap opening. I later found out this was baby oil — Mr. Sarun had her spread her legs so he could oil her buttocks. Vidya continued to shake her bum as Mr. Sarun oiled, smacked, groped, pinched and kissed her butt.
Soon enough, the bed squeaked in jumble as they stepped in it. Vidya let out a deep sigh and before long I was listening to her moan every two or three minutes. I knew my boss was now likely fingering her between her thighs. He definitely knew how to pleasure a woman. Soon I heard a sound which I only knew was the sound Vidya made when she started to have an orgasm.
“Oh yes! Sirjee! Oh, you are too good! OH YES!”
Mr. Sarun hadn’t even put his cock to use, and already Vidya had an orgasm.
“Every woman,” I heard Mr. Sarun say, “loves the touch of a man other than their husband.”
After about a few minutes of silence, they moved around some more and in no time I heard my boss let out an “ahhhhh.” Vidya must have just enveloped his manhood with her fingers, perhaps taken his penis into her mouth. Not for the first time in my life I felt the electric mix of shock, jealousy, humiliation and, most importantly, arousal as I pictured my wife sucking the cock of yet another lover. I realized I had subconsciously put my hands into my pants and was now stroking myself. I was picturing my wife’s breasts and hair flipping back and forth as she continued to suck Mr. Sarun. Finally he let a sharp cry.
“OOOO FUCK! WHAT A COCK SUCKER YOU ARE, BITCH! FUCK!”
A few more choice words followed, before he ordered, “Viyda! Make sure to clean every drop!”
Mr. Sarun was now presumably busy ejaculating into her throat, and onto her face. This was the first of many loads he would put into my wife through one of her holes.
It was nearly ten minutes before I heard something again. A warm humiliation came over me as I heard the first of the squeaking of the bed springs. I began to fondle myself in earnest. I had to admit that the humiliation of my wife’s unfaithfulness was stirring me in my loins. I could hear from the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame that Vidya was being penetrated.
“Oooooh! Sirjee!”
Her cry was a sharp stab into my wounds. I wonder how I would have felt if I could have seen exactly what was happening. That massive cock, the one that Vidya had been lusting after ever since seeing it go inside Rukmani, was now finally making its way through her love canal.
“Oh YESSS!! Ahhh! AHHH!! SIRJEE!” Vidya began to cry out louder and louder as the bed began hitting the wall. The bedsprings were now squeaking furiously as she received my boss’s thrusts.
“Oh yes! UNGHH!! UNGHH!! UNGHH!! OOOH YES! Sirjee, PUSH!”
The bed began hitting the wall hard and the springs sounded as if they were going to break. Vidya was now grunting in short bursts. I imagined that her breasts must be slapping back and forth as my boss pushed himself from back in and out, in and out, in and out of her pussy.