“Vidya, my dear kutti.” He went and grabbed her tits, not even caring that her husband was standing less than ten feet away, powerless to intervene. I could only watch as they were now kissing and Vidya was eagerly rubbing her hands across Sarun’s crotch area.
It was a different type of kissing; he was biting her lips. Vidya seemed into it as well. She was moving constantly like a cobra, writhing and rubbing her body against my boss’s. My wife then reached her hand inside Mr. Sarun’s pants and, as if unwrapping a gift, took out his cock.
“Oh dear,” she laughed, “I keep forgetting — it’s so big!”
Mr. Sarun laughed. “I know, saali. And I know Rajesh is slightly, shall we say, deficient in that area.”
My boss turned to me. “Aren’t you, Rajesh? Is your cock small?”
“I … yes, sir. Much smaller.” I shamefully admitted.
My wife continued to stroke my boss’s dick.
“This is the biggest thing I have ever seen.” She cooed. “It’s so beautiful.”
Mr. Sarun had a hungry look in his eyes. Vidya licked her lips and rubbed some saliva onto the cock. She was now kneeling, cock in her hands, boobs flopping out of blouse, doing her best to lick and shine the cock.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Mr. Sarun slapped my wife a few times. Then he ordered Vidya to lie down, spread eagled, on the bed. He walked over to her and spread her legs even further, and tapped his hard cock against her cunt. Her mouth shaped into an “O” as she strained, but took his cock in. I stood there wordlessly and watched him fuck my wife. Not only were his recovery skills fantastic, but his staying power was incredible. I watched jealously as he pounded my eager wife, switching positions with her repeatedly, and making her scream with pleasure once he started to cum.
They were now lying in bed together, both completely naked. The room had a strong smell of sex and sweat, and Vidya was resting her head on my boss’s chest and caressing his muscular shoulders and biceps. She had the contented look of a well-fucked woman, even though she had red marks on her cheeks where she had been slapped. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me.
“Rajesh!” Mr. Sarun’s voice boomed. “Don’t you find it thrilling to see and hear your wife cum like this? I mean — here is this woman you love — just completely, totally opening herself, with her mind and body, to another man — your boss.”
“Er, yes, Sir. It is very arousing Sir.” I admitted. “You can satisfy her sexually far better than me, Sir.”
“That’s true, Rajesh.” Mr. Sarun gently cupped one of Vidya’s tits. “Look at her, Rajesh. Look at your wife, you cuckold. She is basking in the sheer sexual joy of a new man who moves and smells and sounds so different from her norm. A large, hard cock — a real penis for a change. One that touches her in places where she is not used to being touched. Aren’t you glad to see how much she enjoys it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Of course, if I raped her in front of you now, you wouldn’t be able to do anything anyways. And neither would your wife stop me. I am a real man, Rajesh, and you are a cuckold.”