“Lick me clean, woman. Suck all the cum off me.”
“Yes, Wasim.”
Shocked, I watched Vidya position herself over Wasim’s still-hard cock and lower her mouth to it, licking and slurping the goo between her lips. She was slurping up Wasim’s cum like it was too precious to waste!
Wasim held Vidya’s hair in his fist, pulling her head up and down on his erection.
“Yeah, that’s good, memsaab. Keep that up, just like that, you hot little whore. I’m loving it.”
Vidya’s head was bobbing as she sucked Wasim in and out of her mouth. She was moaning with pleasure (was it pretend pleasure, just to pacify Wasim, or was she really enjoying it?). Her ass was rotating in the air. Wasim took his other hand and inserted three fingers between her legs and into her exposed cunt. His fingers were glistening with lubrication when he pulled them out. He then roughly shoved one, and then two, and, finally, a third finger into my wife’s anus. I could tell that he was going to be very rough with my wife.
“Oh, that Ramu was right. You are a born cock sucker, Vidya! Keep that up, now. Oh, yeah. Now, listen, you little slut, I’m getting ready to cum and I want you to swallow every drop of it. Do you understand?”
Vidya looked up at Wasim and quickly nodded. Unbelievable! I couldn’t imagine how, but Wasim was hard and ready to cum again! Three times in a row!
Within seconds, Wasim began to hump his hips off the bed, pushing his meat even deeper into my wife’s hungry mouth. I could see Vidya’s throat working as she swallowed his cum. A glob escaped her lips and ran down her chin, dropping from there to her swaying breast. When Wasim was done cumming in her mouth, Vidya knelt, caught the errant drop on her finger and sucked her finger clean.
Wasim gave her bare ass a resounding slap, leaving a red mark.
“This time I am done, memsaab.” Patting my placid wife’s butt, Wasim stood up and started to dress. Vidya simply lay on the bed, trying to recover, even as Wasim finished dressing.
“Ramu will be here tomorrow morning, memsaab.” Wasim told her as a naked Vidya groggily sat up in bed. “And I will be here tomorrow night. Good night, memsaab.”
“Good night, Wasim.”
For the next few days I watched Vidya service these two men day and night. In the mornings, right around 10 am or so, Vidya would be woken up by Ramu’s doorbell. The milkman would have just finished his morning deliveries. I would watch as he relaxed at my place, pretending he owned it. Vidya would be the perfect hostess, giving him some breakfast and tea as he watched TV, kneeling by his feet and sometimes pressing them. After some time, when Ramu would feel the stirring in his loins, he would then drag Vidya to bed and proceed to fuck her long and hard. All I could do is just watch them from afar.
After wards I would see them in the bathroom, taking a shower together and often having another quick session in our tub. Right around 2 pm, right after he had lunch served by Vidya, he would make my wife the dessert. Their afternoon sex was almost always on the living room, either on the floor on my luscious carpet or on the couch. I would see Vidya on the sofa, cum running down her legs, as Ramu would stand up and start getting dressed. Often Vidya would remain passed out on the couch as Ramu would leave at 3 pm.