“Oh my God!” Vidya uttered as Wasim burrowed even deeper into her.
“Randi! Even in my wildest dreams,” Wasim told my wife, “I never thought I would be fucking a sexy memsaab like you.”
My wife could only moan as Wasim moved like a piston with great intensity. Her body was exploding in pleasure now. The air was filled with the sounds of sex. Skin against skin. Wasim’s balls slapping furiously against her thighs. It was a lust fueled frenzy. I watched, helplessly aroused, as she spread her legs wider and gripped his ass to pull him into her all the way.
After a few minutes, he suddenly withdrew his cock. There was a plop! sound as it came out of her very wet pussy. Vidya looked questioningly at him in lust.
“What happened?” She asked.
In response, Washim slapped her thighs, grabbed her hips and in one move, calmly flipped her over.
“Arch your back, memsaab.” He commanded, and patted her ass. “It’s time to fuck you like the bitch you are.”
Without saying a single word, I could see Vidya obey. She was now in heat.
This time Wasim eased his cock in, feeling her tight pussy engulf his dick. Within seconds he was fucking my wife — doggy style, just like the video — and fucking her like a jack hammer with long and hard strokes. She moaned continuously at the rough treatment she was getting from this burly Pathan. Wasim grabbed her tits from the side and groped them.
“I am surprised your hijra husband even lets you go out of the house, memsaab.” Wasim taunted her as he continued to fuck her. “What will that poor guy think if he sees me fucking your broad ass and squeezing your tits like this?”
Saying this, Wasim groaned and slapped her rump. It was clear that the thought of going behind my back and fucking my highly arrogant wife was adding to his pleasure. He then slapped Vidya’s bum again.
“Your ass is too good, memsaab. I love how it jiggles when I ram into it just like in the video.”
Vidya could only mumble as pleasure surged through her body. She seemed giddy from the fucking and was moaning incoherently.
“Doesn’t your husband fuck you like this?” Wasim continued to taunt me as he kept fondling and groping my wife’s body while ramming her pussy from behind. His hands wandered over her naked flesh relishing every curve. As sex went, this was a feast for him.
“I love your sexy body so much.” He complimented my wife once again as he squeezed her ass and cupped her tits. I could see Vidya’s toes curling, and knew she was on the verge of an orgasm as he pumped her hard.
“Ah … ah … ah … ah … aaaaaah!” Vidya wailed as her body throbbed from an intense release. Wasim grinned as he saw the intense wave of orgasm pass through my wife. He held her in place and continued to pummel her ass. I could sense that he was close as his grunting became louder and louder. It was a hot scene, and it was a perverted scene, and I was watching my wife getting banged by yet another laborer in the middle of the night, in my own house.
Suddenly, with one final last thrust and a loud roar, Wasim came. He practically fell on my wife as Vidya’s knees buckled. It was intensely erotic. I could see Vidya lie still as Wasim’s ass bucked and jerked, spurting gallons of cum deep inside her cunt.