“Bahu,” Balachandra grunted, “You are just a pleasure hole. A nice hole. You are nothing but a whore, bahu.”
“Ugghn!” It was all my slutty wife could reply, as Balachandra started humping up into her pussy. I watched Vidya’s butt jiggle as she thrust her hips up and down, with Balachandra’s cock sliding in and out of view. Then he sat back, moving his hands down Vidya’s sides, to her bare ass. He squeezed her cheeks and slid his palms all over her bum cheeks.
Vidya closed her eyes and threw her head back, humping rapidly, and her big tits bobbling in Balachandra’s face. He reached over and grabbed his glass of vodka, and downed it as he fucked my wife. Vidya gyrated her hips back and forth. Her thighs jiggled as she clenched them around her older lover.
“Okay, bahu, here it comes!”
His hips began to shake as Vidya hugged him tightly, shaking her butt. She was having an orgasm of her own.
I watched his cock stroking into her pussy and at the same time observed the reaction on her face. She was getting more cock than I could possible give her. That look, her expression, it’s burned into my soul. That’s her face when her pussy was satisfied.
I watched as cum leaked out from under her, on his legs and on to the floor. From what I could tell, she gave herself to him, completely. And he emptied himself inside her, completely.
* * *
It had been a couple of months since I had returned from my “pretend trip”. I hadn’t told Vidya anything about the fact that I knew about her affair, and she hadn’t confessed to me either. I put it out of my mind, and tried to enjoy my married life, even while knowing my wife was seeing another man.
I would meet Balachandra at common parties, of course. He even visited us a couple of times. Every time I would meet him, he seemed to have a smirk on his face (or maybe that was my imagination). I knew that this old man was actually fucking my wife whenever I was out. He had a huge penis, much larger than mine, and my wife was being fucked on my own bed in our own house. It was a good thing Vidya was on the pill, since my own cum couldn’t possibly fight against his virile seed.
My own sex with Vidya was more enjoyable as well. Vidya didn’t rush me, took her time, and made sure I was able to last a sufficient time before cumming in her. Since Balachandra was giving her all the pleasure she needed, she took care to give me pleasure when we had sex. She never complained that she could hardly feel my tiny dick, given that her cunt was being continuously ravaged by a much larger cock.
This continued until one night when she confessed everything to me. My wife Vidya had been Balachandra’s mistress for nearly four months by then, by my calculation. The next day there was a big India vs Bangladesh match – the second of a three match series – and India had already lost the first game. Balachandra had actually invited a few of our neighbors and friends to come over in the morning to watch the game, and yes, we were invited as well.
Vidya was already in bed when I got into the room. She was dressed in a blouse and a petty coat, no sari. Her navel and waist was completely bare. I entered the room, and as usual, started to strip. Once I was completely naked, I got into bed. Vidya pointed at her feet.