“Hey, how about the rest of us!” Someone yelled. It was Mithun. Reluctantly Wasim withdrew himself out of my wife’s mouth. Vidya got no respite, however, as she was immediately dragged backwards by the impatient Mithun who thrust his hard cock immediately into her mouth.
Soon the men set up a rhythm, as Vidya would be passed forward after four to five quick thrusts from one cock into her mouth, to another. As she went around the circle of men, my wife’s hair was used as a handle to face fuck her.
It was wild, but also systematic. The orgy was just getting started. As Vidya faced one cock and was forced to suck it, two other cocks were thrust in each of her hands, while the man towards her rear end would begin fingering her pussy with abandon. As she sucked one cock, if the other men thought this one guy was getting too much time, they would slap their cocks on her cheeks from either side and make loud lewd comments about her.
Soon, the men didn’t need to move Vidya around. Her raging pussy now seemed to have taken charge and she was moving on her own accord from one cock to the next!
Finally someone pulled her by the waist and tore her panty away from her body. My wife was now stark naked surrounded by four pulsating cocks (not including Ramu, who was still recording everything).
I had my own cock now out of my pants. I was stroking myself hard as I watched the action onscreen. Wasim was now holding Vidya up with his hands cupped under her full-sized tits, his thumbs and forefingers pinching and pulling at her rock hard nipples. Mithun and Feroz were sharing her pussy and clit, while Jeet was probing her ass. The sight really turned me on.
Suddenly, Wasim took charge again.
“Ok, Vidya memsaab!” He called out, sneering at the word ‘memsaab’. “Please stand up. Everyone, back off.”
I looked at the scene on my monitor. Vidya was standing stark naked, at the centre of the group. Her nipples were erect, sweat glistened on her body and her luscious hair was now matted on her face. And the men — they were by now all mostly naked any ways. Pants were all off, and some had even taken their shirts off. All of their rods were now hard, pointed, and awaiting the body of my glorious wife.
Wasim came up to her, standing in front of her and threw his arms around her waist, cupping her butt cheeks.
“Remember, Vidya,” He gloated, “You once made me apologize to you here in this very room?”
Vidya shuddered, but didn’t say anything.
“You also called me a behenchod.” Wasim grinned. “A sister fucker.”
“Er … yes.” Vidya admitted. “I am sorry, Wasim. Please forgive me.”
“Well.” Wasim threw his head back and laughed. “Saali…. behenchod nahi….bhabhi chod bol….. tu hamari bhabhi hai aur hum tujhe chodne wale hai!”
His threat was ominous. He just told my wife — I am not a sister fucker, but you are like our sister-in-law so call me a sister-in-law-fucker, as I am going to fuck you now.
Wasim sat on the sofa and nodded at one of the men. Immediately Mithun and Feroz grabbed Vidya by her arm pits and dragged her to Wasim. Not that my wife offered much resistance. She seemed to be resigned to her fate. In the hands of these strong men, Vidya seemed as light as a ragdoll.