It started with him casually dropping his pants. Barely had Vidya time to shut and lock the front door and turn around, Ramu had unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. Vidya turned back, looked at her lover and grinned, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to have your milkman expose himself to you in his underwear. They hugged and kissed each other again with a passion that made me slightly resentful. He continued to grope her big buttocks, squeezing them, cupping them and lightly spanking them. For some reason it was most erotic watching this milkman grab my wife’s amazing ass.
Ramu then seized my wife by the waist and led her to the sofa. Our sofa. My wife smiled and then knelt down on the floor in front of him. She knew what this lower class worker wanted. It was a sight to see this upper class housewife, a high society woman like my wife Vidya, kneel down on her knees and pull down Ramu’s underwear, submitting herself to his crass desires.
His giant cock, freed from the shackles of clothes, sprang out and hit my wife on the face. Ramu laughed.
“Did you miss that, chutiye?” Ramu taunted my wife. Vidya simply answered by placing a slow kiss on his dick, leading Ramu to groan.
“Did you miss that, Ramu?”
“Oh, boy, yes! Oh yes! Did I miss those lips of yours, Vidya!”
My wife, still impeccably dressed in her sari, was now sucking off this milkman. She had his penis in her mouth, and she was slowly licking and taking more of it inside her throat, even as he called her by the vilest of names.
“OH YES!” Ramu closed his eyes and titled his head back as Vidya began to suck his cock in earnest. “What a totta item you are, memsaab!”
My own cock was now out of my underwear and I was stroking myself even as my wife Vidya was taking another man’s cock in her mouth. I was watching Vidya treat him so reverently and only one thought came to my mind — she’s my wife, but she’s Ramu’s whore. And for the next two weeks she is going to whore herself out to Ramu, to this other friend, and then to a group of friends of his.
Ramu suddenly had enough. His cock was now rock hard, and he grabbed Vidya’s hair and pulled his penis out of her mouth. Vidya looked up at him expectantly. Ramu gently patted her cheeks.
“Time for your inner prostitute to come out, memsaab.” Ramu laughed. “Stand up!”
Vidya obeyed him and stood up. Ramu then unceremoniously stripped my wife naked.
I was now stroking myself harder, and was almost at the edge. Even as I was slowly getting to my own orgasm by just pleasuring myself, it was amazing to see how much in command Ramu was of the situation, even with a raging hard on, and my own hot wife rubbing and stroking him. He quickly unwrapped the sari from Vidya’s body, and then expertly unbuttoned and removed her blouse. Ramu then told Vidya to raise her arms, and then in a swift move he unclipped her bra. My wife now stood there, dressed in only a petticoat, her giant melons flopping around.
Ramu let her stand there for a while, and then played with her nipples. Vidya groaned as Ramu expertly squeezed and pinched her areoles, and teased her with slow cupping and caresses. Vidya continued to hold on to his dick and rub and stroke him, but Ramu kept himself in control.