“Ah, Balchandraji, ah, Balchandraji! I’m cumming! Again! I’m cumming! Please cum in me, please, I beg of you, PLEASE!”
The way she clutched his body told me she’d surrendered everything to him. He was now furiously shoving his cock deep inside her and pulling out, repeatedly. Vidya’s clit was pulsating at the persistent onslaught. She was begging him to cum into her, and yet he made her wait.
I saw Balchandra exultantly smile to himself as he watched my wife bite her lower lip at yet another orgasm. As she started to shake her body, caught in the throes of passion, he forced his oversized cock even deeper into her twat. Her soft fair hands contrasted against his dark legs as incoherent whispers escaped her pursed lips. I briefly saw her wedding ring sparkle in the room’s lighting.
I heard Vidya groan in pain as Balchandra burrowed even deeper into her. His hips started to shudder and buckle. Finally, he was now cumming.
Vidya was in ecstasy as the dark South Indian cock pumped and pumped and pumped cum deep into her. Balachandra didn’t withdraw his cock out of her for some time, even as his juice flowed into her and down her thighs. Even after cumming inside her, they both lay there, he interred deep in her, hugging and kissing each other.
The lovers took a little break before, shockingly, starting again.
I reminded myself that it was me who has asked her – had permitted her – to have an affair. I was a cuckold and I should be happy she was enjoying it. It’s just sex, I tried to comfort myself, it’s just sex.
I don’t remember when I had taken the laptop into the bed, so as to be able to relax and watch, and had dozed off. Throughout the night, I was constantly awakened by the sounds emerging from the laptop of Balachandra and Vidya’s uninhibited sex. I may have missed a time or two, but by my calculation, he had fucked my wife four times in the pussy, and demanded and received one blow job. I knew I MUST be counting wrong – no man could cum that many times in one night – but it sure didn’t feel like it.
I woke up early, around 7 am. My back ached from my disturbed sleep, so I decided to take a hot shower and go for a walk, and maybe have some breakfast. I checked the camera. Vidya and Balachandra were fast asleep, naked, entwined in each other’s arms. I am sure my bedroom must have reeked of sex.
Shaking my head, I took a long, hot shower, masturbating in the tub to relieve my penis. Freshening up completely, I decided to head down for breakfast and a walk. I shut the laptop, put it in my briefcase and locked the briefcase. Calling the front desk and scheduling a housekeeping call, I went out.
It was about two hours before I came back. I had found this nice dhaba, where I had gone in for a full breakfast of paratha, omelets and sabzi, along with karak chai. I needed to eat. Finally, once back in my room, I steeled myself. I slowly undressed until I just had a T-shirt and an underwear on. I sat down on the chair and took out my laptop. Slowly taking out my cock from the underwear, I switched on the camera app. I wondered what Vidya and her lover had in store for me.