Ramu grabbed my wife and kissed her passionately. Then he pinned her down on the bed, and climbed up on top of her. By now, Vidya’s legs were invitingly spread wide open and Ramu was in position, with his monster-cock poised at the entrance to my wife’s obviously wet cunt. He had the air of a confident man, a man who knew he had a large cock, and someone who was going to bury it to his balls into my wife. It didn’t matter to Vidya that he was going to force his friend upon her — she was in heat and ready for a prime humping.
My own cock was now out of my underwear and I was stroking it. How familiar this feeling was to me — to masturbate while watching another man enjoy my wife! I gasped as Ramu began to slowly work his giant rod into my wife’s stretched open pussy. Vidya was moaning and grunting, pounding on Ramu’s back with her hands. Slowly and steadily, Ramu kept up his invasion of her cunt. Soon, Ramu had his entire length buried in my wife. They laid still together, for a few minutes, then after a few more moments of slow thrusting, Ramu began to pound that big dick in and out of my wife’s cunt with all of his energy. He lifted his hips away, until he was almost out, and then slammed back down into her. Even through the tiny speakers of my laptop, I could hear her wet cunt slurping loudly as it succumbed to Ramu’s onslaught.
“What if your husband could see us now?” Ramu, as if magically reading my mind, suddenly taunted Vidya, as he pressed deep against my wife. “He would probably just stand there, taking in the sight like the coward he was!”
“Mmmm …. mmmm.” Vidya was too lost in her thoughts and could only moan as her cunt was being stretched apart by the huge cock.
“What a wimp!” Ramu continued, “I’m sure I would have given him a nice performance by fucking his wife in front of him. What a pathetic bastard. I am ravishing his wife. And on his bed too.”
“Oooh, Ramu!” Vidya crooned, as Ramu once more pushed into her.
For some time, Ramu stopped his pumping. He kissed my wife, with his cock buried deep in her. Vidya was now shaking, so Ramu let her subside and then whispered something in her ear. Whatever it was, it made Vidya open her eyes and laugh.
“My husband?” She grinned. “Why are you after him? He’s a nice man, a sweet husband, leave him alone!”
“No, I want to know. What would he say if he saw us right now?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Clearly Vidya wasn’t too interested in this line of conversation. “I mean, if he was here, he would probably be hiding in the bedroom closet.”
Like the first time I had been hiding when Ramu had taken my wife.
“His pants would probably be on the floor at his ankles, and his underwear down,” Vidya continued, playing up the fantasy for Ramu. Ramu seemed to take particular delight at cuckolding one of the upper class “gentlemen”.
“And he would shamelessly have his tiny pecker in his hands, stroking himself while listening to the rhythmic creaking of the bed springs and the loud, orgasmic moans of pleasure from me, his darling wife, as I was pounded again and again by you. Ramu. My dark skinned lower class lover who now had his penis buried deep inside me.”