Soon, ten minutes later, he was hard again! He switched positions so that he was now on the bottom and Vidya was riding him like a cowgirl.
His hands reached up to play with her full-size tits. Vidya was impaled on his huge spear and I could see that she loved it. Her nipples were hard and erect, there was a light sweat on her brow, and her breathing was fast and shallow.
“Hey, Rajesh!” My boss called out to me as my wife continued to ride him. “Like what you see?”
“Er … yes, Sir.” I meekly replied.
My boss, the Chairman of the Board and the CEO of my company, was getting ready to cum again. He pinched her nipples, and obediently Vidya opened her mouth and leaned forward, letting my boss French kiss her and poke his tongue into her. With a deep, throaty groan he started to empty his balls into my wife, filling her with yet another load.
A couple of hours later I sat down at the edge of the bed and listened to the soft snoring of my wife Vidya. She was exhausted, tired, and had fallen asleep. Her clothes lay on a heap beside the bed. I glanced at her pubic area. Dry, matted cum covered her love hole, and spunk ran down her legs. Even as she softly turned in her sleep, more semen oozed out of each of her holes, from her vagina to the buttocks, staining the bed sheet. Semen that was not mine but belonged to my boss Mr. Sarun, who was right now sleeping next to her. My beautiful wife’s pretty face seemed content, despite the harsh red mark on her cheeks which reminded me of how Mr. Sarun had slapped her repeatedly on the slightest pretext.
We were staying at Mr. Sarun’s palatial house in Calcutta, and my wife Vidya was the latest addition to his harem of concubines. Mr. Sarun was sleeping as well. His long cock was now limp, and I could see Vidya’s love juices glistening on his shaft. He had been on my darling wife all night. Even though he had been fucking her for a week, they were still randy like newlyweds.
Tonight it had started in the living room, where he stripped Vidya naked (in front of the rest of the household — the servants). Mr. Sarun was the boss — and he liked to assert his dominance. Vidya, as far as he was concerned, was just a cum dump with no sense of personal dignity. If that meant stripping her naked in front of everyone, so be it. Besides, by this time, everyone in that household had seen her naked, and worse.
After shedding her of her clothes, he then had Vidya lie down on the floor on her face, and started to fuck her in the ass, right there on the living room floor while the rest of the household looked on. And I, her husband, was just a mere silent witness.
There had been no preliminaries. Mr. Sarun stepped out of his pants, rolled down his underwear so his huge cock came into view, and then spit on his hands and rubbed them against his shaft. That was the only lubrication Vidya was afforded. He then lay down on top of my wife and pushed his manhood deep into her anal cavity.
“Mmmph!” Vidya cried out, as with a grunt, Mr. Sarun’s monster dick tore into her ass.