I came home unwontedly one hot midsummer morning, and found my wife fornicating with the servant.
They saw me. They didn't stop. Didn't miss a chance. They just went right on fucking, feverish and rabid. They actually seemed to enjoy having me there, the hapless, helplessly watching cuckold, my presence seeming to spur them. Their weep grew louder, lewder and both looked at me as their bodies thrashed and heaved and writhed in that frantic, eager, obscene lust.
There was nothing I could do about it. And I realised, to my horror, that finally there was nothing I wanted to do about it. Of course, there was that stunning little pause common in such situations: I froze at the door to the bedroom, my eyes widening, my mind numbing, my heart hammering wildly, a sickening hollow wrenching the pit of my stomach.
Vidya lay naked on her back across the width of the bed, her legs spread wide, her knees forked and raised, her back arched, her gorgeous, swollen breasts thrust out, her nipples visibly stiff and nut-hard with excitement, the dark aureoles puckered. Her lovely face was flung back, almost over the edge of the bed, and it was a vision of lust: her eyes were wide and glassy, her nostrils were flared, and her mouth was open in a loud shout of lust that, as she saw me, died on her lips; but only momentarily. A slavish smile lit her face and I heard her moan again, now with heightened arousal.
Kneeling between my wife's splayed thighs with his legs folded under his buttocks, his knees spread wide, his hands under her thighs was our recently engaged twenty-two year old servant, Ashok. He was a tall, lean, muscular, handsome youth, with clean-shaven finely chiselled features: his nose was slim and straight, his eyes were deep and dark, his black hair was thick, his jaw was rugged. His body was strong, with broad shoulders sweeping past a deep and well-cleaved chest to a narrow waist and high hips. His arms and legs were long and sinewy, with thick, rounded muscles. His belly was flat, rock-hard, with a prominent six-pack of hard, cobbled muscles. His torso was hairless, even the armpits shorn.
And then there was that cock of his. It was truly magnificent, bigger than mine by far, a dream tool. I could see it clearly: at least nine inches or more in length, over two inches thick, standing out proud and rigid in front of heavy, low balls. When I came in, his buttocks were half-flexed, his hips in mid-thrust, hers in mid-rise and his cock was half-in, half-out of her cunt, its thick, long shaft glistening with their comingled coital juices. He stopped his thrust when he saw me; his eyes darted in fleeting panic from my face to hers; saw and gauged her reaction; and immediately his eyes and face lit with a triumphant, gloating grin and now, entirely for my benefit, he squeezed his cock back deeper into my wife's cunt, going in slowly and deeply. She moaned her lust aloud. The slut.
Physically, sexually, he was everything I was not. I could see why Vidya found him attractive. And how could he, for his part, have resisted her? She is one terrific looker, a great piece of ass. She is very lovely, very sexy, still has the irresistible bloom of youth. Slender and dusky, she has an elegant face, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, perfect teeth, a lovely smile and dark, elongated, kohl-rimmed eyes. Her mouth is sexy with a slender upper lip, the lower full and straight. The chin and jaw are beautifully sculpted and firm. Her shoulder length hair is dark and silky smooth. She wears small diamond earrings, finger-rings and toe-rings and a gold chain twinkles around her long and graceful neck. There are sexy hollows in her throat and shoulders. Her body is stunningly curved. Her breasts are full and ripe, tipped with dark aureoles and stubby nipples. Her belly is firm and flat, her hips are flared, and her buttocks are delectable curves. Her limbs are slender and well turned with shapely legs and slender ankles and wrists. Her fingers and toes are long and well shaped. Between her legs, the dark delta of her pubic hair is neatly trimmed.
And she loves sex. She craves it, hankers for it, demands it, always has since her early teens. I have never been able to match her appetite. Or her aptitude. There was just no way could the servant have denied her, or she him.
Now a slow, lascivious smile creased her lovely face. Without taking her eyes off my face, she spoke to her lover.
"C'mon, Ashok ... show him. Show him everything you do to me. Everything. Let him see. Let him know! C'mon, fuck me ... fuck me like a whore ... fuck me hard!"
Her hands slid up to her swollen breasts, squeezing them erotically together, offering them to her servant-lover. Kneeling above her, the servant grinned, right into my face, then down at her, and flexed his buttocks and thrust deep into her, making her arch and gasp in pure, unfaked pleasure.
All I could do was watch numbly.
"Yeh, c'mon ... take it, slut!" Ashok grunted, flexing his buttocks and driving his cock deep into her cunt.
Beneath him, Vidya gasped as his penis surged into her cunt. Her hips jerked up at his and her body arched steeply under his. Her head arched back and her fingers clawed at his sprawling shoulders.
"OHHHH uhh Ohma uhh yes ... c'mon ... do it, baby ... fuck me! Oh that's so good ... yeh ... ohh uhh yes ... c'mon ... shove your cock right up my slit, baby ... ahhhh uhh yes ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Fuck me, Ashok! Fuck me hard! Ohma uh yes uhhh Ohh Ashok!"
He moved masterfully, his muscles rippling like snakes under his taut skin, his hips rocking to and fro in a beautifully controlled rhythm. I watched, mesmerized, as his enormous cock ground in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing and shining and glistening with their consilient coital fluids. Her body jerked and rocked under his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing sexily. She moaned and gasped her joy, digging her fingers into his bulging biceps, squeezing his buttocks, crushing her own breasts in excitement.
My erection was monstrous.
Grinning at me, the servant unfolded his legs and bend over her on outstretched arms and knees. He lifted his hips and, his eyes on my face, with a skewering rush of his hips, his buttocks flexing taut, thrust deep and hard into my wife's flesh. She weep out sharply, arching even more steeply, shuddering, her fingers clenching his bulging biceps. He laughed softly, scarcely out of breath and began moving fast, fucking her demonically. His hips rocked rapidly up and down, up and down, back and forth, to and fro, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. Under him, Vidya's body jerked and snapped with his thrusts, her swollen breasts bouncing wildly, the gold chain around her neck tossing, her feet locked in the small of his back. Her weep and lewd love-calls grew sharper, higher, and louder.
"OH! Ohma uhh OH uh oh yeh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHH uhh OHH uh OH uh OHHHHH!" she called loudly in broken, staccato gasps. "C'mon, Ashok ... fuck me ... fuck me! Your cock feels so good! C'mon! Shove it in! Shove it right up my cunt!"
"Yeh, that's it!" he grunted, really into the act with a vengeance now. "C'mon, you whoring bitch! Take my cock!" He grinned at me. "Your wife's a helluva slut, boss," he said. I noticed he didn't use the honorific and more respectful aap, just the familiar tu. I guess it made sense, given the circumstances. "Got a helluva itch in her cunt, the slut! And a nice and hot and tight cunt it is, too!" He laughed softly. "Loves fucking the servants, doncha, whore?"
"Yes!" Vidya gasped, feverishly bucking her hips under his. He thrust deep into her and she arched and weep out and, as he slid out, moaned in pleasure, her hands sliding down his muscular back, clenching his buttocks, drawing him back deep into her. "Oh god yes, Ashok yes! I love fucking you! All of you! OHHH uhhh OHHHH Ashok uhh ohma uh yes uhh OHHHHH c'mon uh ohma uh yes uh c'mon, Ashok, c'mon! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" And then, "Show him! Don't stop! Show him everything!"
The servant winked broadly at me. "Hear that? See how she begs like a whore!"
He bent his head, his shoulders knotting together, and kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Vidya moaned and sucked on his tongue and lips, her arms wound slavishly about his sprawling shoulders, her feet hooked behind his knees, her swollen breasts flattening against his chest. His hips kept rocking up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. He rose again and now I saw him grit his teeth and arch his head and groan thickly. He moved faster now, plunging steeply in and out of her cunt. Her body jerked and rocked under his thrusts, her breasts bouncing wildly.
As if on cue, they slowed and I realised that this wasn't the first time they'd been together. They knew each other's moods and desires too well. He slid smoothly out of her and, unbidden, still gasping and panting, she rolled slowly onto her front, facing me, raised on her forearms and knees, her body slanting down away from him. Her breasts hung heavy and pendulous, her gold necklace swung free. Her face glowed with a soft radiance of lust. She shuffled her legs apart and turned her face over her slender shoulder to the servant.
"Fuck me," I heard her groan. "C'mon, Ashok, fuck me from behind ... like a bitch ..."
The man chuckled and moved forward on his knees, pressing his cock-head between the curves of her buttocks. "She really loves it like this," he informed me. "Real bitch."
Now I had my chance. I turned the tables on them. I had my little vengeance. I stepped past them insouciantly, opened my cupboard and pulled out my digital video camera. I turned back to them. They were gaping at me. I grinned, winked and turned on the video camera.
"Go on," I said calmly, even cheerfully even. "She's a real randy bitch. A total slut. Keep fucking her, my friend. She likes that. Always did.
They saw me. They didn't stop. Didn't miss a chance. They just went right on fucking, feverish and rabid. They actually seemed to enjoy having me there, the hapless, helplessly watching cuckold, my presence seeming to spur them. Their weep grew louder, lewder and both looked at me as their bodies thrashed and heaved and writhed in that frantic, eager, obscene lust.
There was nothing I could do about it. And I realised, to my horror, that finally there was nothing I wanted to do about it. Of course, there was that stunning little pause common in such situations: I froze at the door to the bedroom, my eyes widening, my mind numbing, my heart hammering wildly, a sickening hollow wrenching the pit of my stomach.
Vidya lay naked on her back across the width of the bed, her legs spread wide, her knees forked and raised, her back arched, her gorgeous, swollen breasts thrust out, her nipples visibly stiff and nut-hard with excitement, the dark aureoles puckered. Her lovely face was flung back, almost over the edge of the bed, and it was a vision of lust: her eyes were wide and glassy, her nostrils were flared, and her mouth was open in a loud shout of lust that, as she saw me, died on her lips; but only momentarily. A slavish smile lit her face and I heard her moan again, now with heightened arousal.
Kneeling between my wife's splayed thighs with his legs folded under his buttocks, his knees spread wide, his hands under her thighs was our recently engaged twenty-two year old servant, Ashok. He was a tall, lean, muscular, handsome youth, with clean-shaven finely chiselled features: his nose was slim and straight, his eyes were deep and dark, his black hair was thick, his jaw was rugged. His body was strong, with broad shoulders sweeping past a deep and well-cleaved chest to a narrow waist and high hips. His arms and legs were long and sinewy, with thick, rounded muscles. His belly was flat, rock-hard, with a prominent six-pack of hard, cobbled muscles. His torso was hairless, even the armpits shorn.
And then there was that cock of his. It was truly magnificent, bigger than mine by far, a dream tool. I could see it clearly: at least nine inches or more in length, over two inches thick, standing out proud and rigid in front of heavy, low balls. When I came in, his buttocks were half-flexed, his hips in mid-thrust, hers in mid-rise and his cock was half-in, half-out of her cunt, its thick, long shaft glistening with their comingled coital juices. He stopped his thrust when he saw me; his eyes darted in fleeting panic from my face to hers; saw and gauged her reaction; and immediately his eyes and face lit with a triumphant, gloating grin and now, entirely for my benefit, he squeezed his cock back deeper into my wife's cunt, going in slowly and deeply. She moaned her lust aloud. The slut.
Physically, sexually, he was everything I was not. I could see why Vidya found him attractive. And how could he, for his part, have resisted her? She is one terrific looker, a great piece of ass. She is very lovely, very sexy, still has the irresistible bloom of youth. Slender and dusky, she has an elegant face, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, perfect teeth, a lovely smile and dark, elongated, kohl-rimmed eyes. Her mouth is sexy with a slender upper lip, the lower full and straight. The chin and jaw are beautifully sculpted and firm. Her shoulder length hair is dark and silky smooth. She wears small diamond earrings, finger-rings and toe-rings and a gold chain twinkles around her long and graceful neck. There are sexy hollows in her throat and shoulders. Her body is stunningly curved. Her breasts are full and ripe, tipped with dark aureoles and stubby nipples. Her belly is firm and flat, her hips are flared, and her buttocks are delectable curves. Her limbs are slender and well turned with shapely legs and slender ankles and wrists. Her fingers and toes are long and well shaped. Between her legs, the dark delta of her pubic hair is neatly trimmed.
And she loves sex. She craves it, hankers for it, demands it, always has since her early teens. I have never been able to match her appetite. Or her aptitude. There was just no way could the servant have denied her, or she him.
Now a slow, lascivious smile creased her lovely face. Without taking her eyes off my face, she spoke to her lover.
"C'mon, Ashok ... show him. Show him everything you do to me. Everything. Let him see. Let him know! C'mon, fuck me ... fuck me like a whore ... fuck me hard!"
Her hands slid up to her swollen breasts, squeezing them erotically together, offering them to her servant-lover. Kneeling above her, the servant grinned, right into my face, then down at her, and flexed his buttocks and thrust deep into her, making her arch and gasp in pure, unfaked pleasure.
All I could do was watch numbly.
"Yeh, c'mon ... take it, slut!" Ashok grunted, flexing his buttocks and driving his cock deep into her cunt.
Beneath him, Vidya gasped as his penis surged into her cunt. Her hips jerked up at his and her body arched steeply under his. Her head arched back and her fingers clawed at his sprawling shoulders.
"OHHHH uhh Ohma uhh yes ... c'mon ... do it, baby ... fuck me! Oh that's so good ... yeh ... ohh uhh yes ... c'mon ... shove your cock right up my slit, baby ... ahhhh uhh yes ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Fuck me, Ashok! Fuck me hard! Ohma uh yes uhhh Ohh Ashok!"
He moved masterfully, his muscles rippling like snakes under his taut skin, his hips rocking to and fro in a beautifully controlled rhythm. I watched, mesmerized, as his enormous cock ground in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing and shining and glistening with their consilient coital fluids. Her body jerked and rocked under his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing sexily. She moaned and gasped her joy, digging her fingers into his bulging biceps, squeezing his buttocks, crushing her own breasts in excitement.
My erection was monstrous.
Grinning at me, the servant unfolded his legs and bend over her on outstretched arms and knees. He lifted his hips and, his eyes on my face, with a skewering rush of his hips, his buttocks flexing taut, thrust deep and hard into my wife's flesh. She weep out sharply, arching even more steeply, shuddering, her fingers clenching his bulging biceps. He laughed softly, scarcely out of breath and began moving fast, fucking her demonically. His hips rocked rapidly up and down, up and down, back and forth, to and fro, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. Under him, Vidya's body jerked and snapped with his thrusts, her swollen breasts bouncing wildly, the gold chain around her neck tossing, her feet locked in the small of his back. Her weep and lewd love-calls grew sharper, higher, and louder.
"OH! Ohma uhh OH uh oh yeh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHH uhh OHH uh OH uh OHHHHH!" she called loudly in broken, staccato gasps. "C'mon, Ashok ... fuck me ... fuck me! Your cock feels so good! C'mon! Shove it in! Shove it right up my cunt!"
"Yeh, that's it!" he grunted, really into the act with a vengeance now. "C'mon, you whoring bitch! Take my cock!" He grinned at me. "Your wife's a helluva slut, boss," he said. I noticed he didn't use the honorific and more respectful aap, just the familiar tu. I guess it made sense, given the circumstances. "Got a helluva itch in her cunt, the slut! And a nice and hot and tight cunt it is, too!" He laughed softly. "Loves fucking the servants, doncha, whore?"
"Yes!" Vidya gasped, feverishly bucking her hips under his. He thrust deep into her and she arched and weep out and, as he slid out, moaned in pleasure, her hands sliding down his muscular back, clenching his buttocks, drawing him back deep into her. "Oh god yes, Ashok yes! I love fucking you! All of you! OHHH uhhh OHHHH Ashok uhh ohma uh yes uhh OHHHHH c'mon uh ohma uh yes uh c'mon, Ashok, c'mon! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" And then, "Show him! Don't stop! Show him everything!"
The servant winked broadly at me. "Hear that? See how she begs like a whore!"
He bent his head, his shoulders knotting together, and kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Vidya moaned and sucked on his tongue and lips, her arms wound slavishly about his sprawling shoulders, her feet hooked behind his knees, her swollen breasts flattening against his chest. His hips kept rocking up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. He rose again and now I saw him grit his teeth and arch his head and groan thickly. He moved faster now, plunging steeply in and out of her cunt. Her body jerked and rocked under his thrusts, her breasts bouncing wildly.
As if on cue, they slowed and I realised that this wasn't the first time they'd been together. They knew each other's moods and desires too well. He slid smoothly out of her and, unbidden, still gasping and panting, she rolled slowly onto her front, facing me, raised on her forearms and knees, her body slanting down away from him. Her breasts hung heavy and pendulous, her gold necklace swung free. Her face glowed with a soft radiance of lust. She shuffled her legs apart and turned her face over her slender shoulder to the servant.
"Fuck me," I heard her groan. "C'mon, Ashok, fuck me from behind ... like a bitch ..."
The man chuckled and moved forward on his knees, pressing his cock-head between the curves of her buttocks. "She really loves it like this," he informed me. "Real bitch."
Now I had my chance. I turned the tables on them. I had my little vengeance. I stepped past them insouciantly, opened my cupboard and pulled out my digital video camera. I turned back to them. They were gaping at me. I grinned, winked and turned on the video camera.
"Go on," I said calmly, even cheerfully even. "She's a real randy bitch. A total slut. Keep fucking her, my friend. She likes that. Always did.