My Indian Slut Wife, Indian wife has sex with the milkman as anniversary gift

“That was because I could think of nothing but Ramu’s strong body. His powerful legs. I could picture his heavy testicles. His strong buttocks. His big penis. And oh, his dark skin against my fair skin. I didn’t even think of you once as you fucked me.”

“Er … I see, darling, I understand.”

“The next day, I asked him to stay for tea. I was wearing one of your old T-shirts that day. Ramu, who was a bit apprehensive whether I would be upset, lit up into a smile when I asked him for tea. So there I was, dressed just in a loose T-shirt that barely covered my butts, making tea for our milkman, when out of the blue, he grabbed my right butt cheek and pinched me.”

“Wow, he certainly moved fast!” I was, once more, amazed at Ramu’s audacity.

“Yes,” Vidya replied. “But even then, I didn’t do anything, just glare at him and continued to make him tea. The next two days, the same thing happened. He would pinch or spank my ass, and then actually knead my bum, before I would give him tea. Remember, this was my bare bum he was playing with. I don’t think Ramu ever thought he would be spanking a gori mem like me on her butt and she would allow him to do so without repercussions. I think letting him have his way with my ass now made him now quite bold. However, this was nothing compared to what happened the next day. Things moved really fast.”

Vidya had stopped slapping me now. She ran her hand up and down my shaft. I was now very hard. The story of Vidya’s teasing and eventual succumbing at the hands of Ramu was making me very horny. Vidya continued her tale.

“The next day, I had very little on. I wore one of your big, dress shirts, with few buttons unbuttoned to give Ramu a good view of my cleavage. Ramu arrived on time, and this time he said he needed money. I had completely forgotten that it was that time of the month, when we paid him for a month’s milk and cleared the tab. I told him to come to the kitchen while I got the money. I was really enjoying the hungry looks he was giving my butt as we walked to the kitchen. He smacked my bum a couple of times as we walked through the hallway. I even froze and let him knead my bare ass cheeks with his rough hands, before we proceeded to the kitchen. However, after looking around the kitchen for a bit, and while he followed my chest with his eyes, I told him I didn’t have any money on me. I couldn’t find enough change. Ramu then asked me if I would like to, in his words, ‘pay another way’.”

“We all know what he meant.” I said drily.

“Yes,” Vidya replied with a smirk. “With that, he suddenly made his move. I guess I had been teasing him enough and Ramu decided to hell with the consequences – he would have me. He came from behind me and grabbed me. His hands automatically went to my breasts as he pushed me face down on the kitchen table. So there I was, bent over the kitchen table, wearing only a shirt but with my bum naked, wet from all my teasing, and ready to be taken.”

I whistled. It was some mental image. Vidya continued, “Ramu dropped his lungi, pulled out his prick and started to fuck me all in seconds. It happened so fast! I wanted to mock scream in anger and indignation, but his pounding and oh, how he fucked me!”

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