“Hands on the desk!”
A loud commanding voice barked the order. It was Balachandra. I noticed that he was naked, and very much erect. He had ordered my wife to go to a desk we had in the corner of our bedroom. I craned my neck to see what Vidya was doing. She was naked as well. Since it was now morning, sunlight flooded the room, making it easier to see what was going on.
Vidya leaned over and placed both of her hands on the edge of the wooden desk. Being a fit and athletic woman with a curvaceous figure, and being tall by Indian standards, Vidya’s butt was high in the air. I could see various bite marks on Vidya’s neck, and her bum was red from her lover’s spanking. Her hair was plastered to her face and neck. She was sweating.
Balachandra lined up behind her, and started to work his cock into her pussy from behind. He stood straight up and leaned forward. I slowly watched his dick disappear inside my wife’s cherry.
“Ungh!” She muttered, as her beaver was taken from behind.
“Oh, bahu,” Balachandra moaned, feeling the pleasure of the initial feel of his cock inside my wife’s cunt. “You husband … he has an amazing wife! What a maal you are, bahu!”
Vidya let out a whimper but was otherwise silent, even as Balachandra continued to mock me, her husband. Her head hung down, her long black hair hanging over her face, her eyes shut. Balachandra started to hump her, slowly at first, but soon got into a medium groove. I watched Vidya’s big tits hanging down as she leaned over the desk, bracing for the onslaught. Balachandra noticed them too, and reached around and played with them as he fucked her. Vidya started to groan. She had always been very receptive to her nipples being played with.
I wondered what it was that attracted her to this old man. Was it because he was ex-military and therefore in top physical shape, despite his age? Or was it because he was an arrogant prick? Balachandra had that self-satisfied smirk and a confidence that came from his big cock. I knew Vidya was always attracted to that. All women were.
Vidya’s butt cheeks rippled and quivered every time that Balachandra slammed his pelvis into her. Balachandra soon was banging my wife harder, and faster. Her ass and thighs now made loud slapping noises. Balachandra let go of her breasts and placed his hands on her hips. Vidya’s boobs, now free from her lover’s marauding hands, dangled down and gyrated wildly as she was being taken in this manner. Balachandra gave her butt the occasional slap.
“Oh my love!” Suddenly Vidya gushed out aloud. So far she had been silent, but now her own hips began to buckle. I was watching my wife start the pangs of yet another orgasm. She was shaking and letting out little noises that she never made when I made love to her.
“Ah, Balachandraji. I am cumming!” I could see Vidya was now helpless to her desires, her body bucking as she was being ravaged.
“Alright, bahu.” Balachandra grinned. “Time for your breakfast.”
He tapped her on her butt. Vidya, still recovering from her orgasm, stood up shakily as Balachandra’s erect dick popped out. She then turned to face him and knelt down. Balachandra placed his cock on her lips, and guided it into her mouth.