The milkman started a slow, gentle rhythm of lovemaking, different from the violent pounding she had experienced from the others. I could see that Vidya kissed him passionately, her tongue probing softly for his. She was whispering something into his ear, something too soft for my cameras to pick up and transmit.
As Ramu fucked her, slow and deep, he said something back to her, and Vidya giggled.
“I love you.” She then told him, her voice clear. “I can honestly say that I was dreading this night with your friends. But I loved it! And I love you for arranging it. I think every girl should be gang-banged like that at least once in her life. I hadn’t been fucked like that in a long while.”
Ramu and Vidya kissed again as they fucked slow and easy. Her hands reached down and held his hips, and Ramu started making faster strokes, going deeper and harder, bringing her back to the pace set by the others. She responded, spreading her legs wider and giving her free access to her innermost body. I could see Ramu slowly clench his face, and Vidya start to shake. She was having another orgasm. Ramu was close to his. Suddenly he exploded inside her with force. He continued to pound my wife until he relentlessly emptied all of his balls inside her. My wife milked him until his very last drop.
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I returned on Sunday afternoon. By then, the house has been cleaned. No trace remained of the debauchery that had gone on. The sofa, the bedsheets, they all had been cleaned and sent to the laundry.
It’s been six weeks since my return. So far, my wife hadn’t told me anything about the gangbang, even though I couldn’t get the vivid image of her perky tits bouncing around as those men made my queen their sex doll. All she told me was that she had an enjoyable few days with Ramu, and offered no details.
Life had been good. Vidya has been in an extremely good mood recently, and had sex with me often. From my vigil, I know that Wasim still stops by from time to time when I am at work, sometimes accompanied by his friends. Ramu manages to visit whenever he is in town. They keep Vidya happy. As they say, happy wife means happy life.
I love this situation, I keep telling myself. Yes, my wife was getting regularly banged by a few low class dirty labourers, but my marital life has never been better. I wonder how long this will last.
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