“Er … thank you, Gauravji,” Vidya blushed, duly acting like a shy Indian housewife who had just done something naughty. “I never knew a man could have this big lund, Sir.”
“Your husband Rajesh isn’t this big?” Gaurav taunted.
“Sir, not only is Rajesh much smaller, he would never have lasted as long as you did, Gauravji.”
“Yes, yes.” Gaurav leaned forward and started to play with Vidya’s boobs through her blouse.
“But how come,” Viday continued, “your girlfriend doesn’t do this for you?”
“My girlfriend?” Gaurav laughed. “That cow only knows about designer shoes and purses. No clues about sex. She wouldn’t even give me a blow job! Imagine that!”
“But, surely, you must have had other girls do it for you then?”
“Oh yes.” My boss was boasting. “My fiancée doesn’t know how many girls I have on the side. But Vidya, none of those 50-rupee whores can suck dick like you — you were incredible!”
“Thank you, Gauravji.” Vidya gave a shy smile. So now my wife was being compared to a 50-rupee-whore, and she was lapping up the praise. “I … I … I never did this before, Sir, but I wanted to with you!”
“Vidya, can you stand up and come here?” My boss raised a finger and beckoned her.
“Of course, Gauravji.”
Vidya raised herself to her feet and walked over to stand in front of my boss. He grabbed her by her waist and positioned her so she was facing away, slightly bent forward with her butts sticking out at his face. Raising a hand, Gaurav spanked her ass!
SPANK!
“Ow!” Vidya immediately rubbed her behind with her hands. “Gauravji, why did you hit me? Did I do something to displease you?”
“Oh no, Vidya!” Gaurav raised a hand to spank her again. “I had always wanted to spank a woman with as sexy, fleshy butts as you. Did it hurt? I am going to spank you again.”
“Well, Sir, if it gives you pleasure, I will not refuse.” Vidya acquiesced reluctantly. “But only a few more, Gauravji. I have a very tender butt.”
“Yes, yes.” Gaurav didn’t even wait for her to finish.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
He spanked her derriere again, and again.
Sitting in the bedroom, I could only watch helplessly as this man hit my wife on her ample trunk repeatedly. I could see Vidya grimace, but she gallantly bore the pain. There was now no decorum, no more charm offensive. Gaurav was now using my wife as an object of his pleasure.
“Vidya!” My boss stood up. “Get out of that sari. Let’s see your hot, sexy body.”
I could see Gaurav’s cock rise. Amazing! He just had dumped a gallon of cum in Vidya’s mouth, and here he was, ready to go again!
Vidya saw his rising member and murmured, “Not here, Sir, let’s go to my bed.” Vidya was rubbing a damp spot on her crotch area. It was clear she was eagerly anticipating of what was soon going to be pumping deep inside her.
Gaurav got up and Vidya took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. As they disappeared from the camera there, I unzipped my jeans and unbuckled my belt, letting my pants fall to my ankles. Holding my cock in my hand, I took my seat in the closet and waited for them to begin. I was fully hard. I couldn’t believe I was eagerly waiting for my wife to get well and truly fucked by another man. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me.