“Oh, bahu, you are such an amazing cock sucker. So hungry!” Balachandra gushed.
My wife was giving my neighbor a blowjob. And as I watched, it became clear that it was an eager, enthusiastic blowjob. I could see her thrusting her face forward to take as much of his dick in as possible. Every time she thrust forward, the fat on her naked squatting ass jiggled. She was even making gagging noises I could hear through the laptop speakers.
That was enough for me. I started to cum, even as I watched Balachandra start to cum in her mouth. I cummed long and hard, wetting myself and my underwear completely. On the screen, I could see Vidya lick her lover’s penis and take in every single drop of his semen.
I shut down the laptop, deep in thought. This was Sunday morning. I still had two and half days to go.
For the next couple of days I hardly switched on the laptop, only viewing my wife’s adultery occasionally. What was the point? I knew what I wanted to know; I had seen what I had expected to see. I stayed in my room, ordered in food, and went out swimming at the pool. I tried not to think of Vidya and what she was doing.
I had a good life. I had a great wife who was great in bed and took care of my sexual needs. So she also had a right to take care of her sexual needs. And I had allowed her. I had asked her. I kept telling myself that she was cheating on me because I had urged her to, not because I couldn’t satisfy her.
Finally, on Tuesday night, I switched on the laptop. I was coming home tomorrow. Let’s see what my slutty wife was up to on the last night with her paramour.
Both of them, as expected, had no stitch of clothes on their body. It was as if they had become nudists this whole time.
Balachandra was watching TV in the living room. He had a glass of what looked like vodka beside him. That was my vodka, in my vodka glass. And of course my naked wife beside him. Vidya was to his side, sipping a beer. I saw my wife, cuddled up with her lover’s arm around her, purr contentedly as he absent mindedly played with her nipples. From time to time her hand stroked his balls.
“Bahu,” Suddenly Balachandra commanded. “Get on your knees. My dick needs your mouth.”
“Yes, Balachandraji.”
Obediently Vidya hustled to do as she was told to. She looked down at his thick long dick, and after a moment of pause and a hungry expression on her face, put her lips on the head of his penis. The scary part for me was that he wasn’t even hard, and Vidya struggled to take it in completely. She bobbed her head up and down, working slowly on his shaft, her mouth stretched wide around it. Balachandra smiled down at my wife, smirking. Her jet black hair hung down on his thighs, and her butt stuck out as she knelt before the older man.
Then Balachandra said, “Okay, bahu, climb up here on my lap.”
Vidya stopped sucking, as Balachandra patted his lap, indicating where he wanted my wife to sit.
“Straddle this,” He said, pointing to his now erect manhood.
Vidya climbed up onto the older man’s lap, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his legs. I could see her spread her own pussy lips, and slide them down over Balachandra’s cock. She slid all the way down, and settled onto the man’s lap, straddling him.