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Part 9/10

I had already watched plenty of men fuck my wife before Rohan.

I had sat in the corner while strangers stretched her open. I had jerked off while they came inside her. I had cleaned their cum out of her cunt with my tongue more times than I could count. Joining, watching, licking.. none of that was new.

But this was different.

This was my cousin.

Barely eighteen. Living in our spare room. Calling me Bhaaji and her Bhabhi.

The first night I came home and found her on all fours, something heavier settled in my chest. I cleaned him out of her while she told me everything..I swallowed every drop of my young cousin’s cum that night with my cock throbbing and my stomach tight.

After that it didn’t take long.

They started fucking regularly. Most days. I already knew how to watch, so I didn’t need to ease into it the way I had with the first few bulls years ago. I just… started looking.

At first I stayed in the living room and listened. The wet sound of him thrusting into her, her moans, the bed creaking. My hand would end up around my cock every time. Then the bedroom door started staying open. I would walk past and glance in. See my cousin’s slim body over my wife’s, see her legs spread or her ass raised, see his cock sliding in and out of the same cunt I had watched so many other men use. The difference was that this time the man using her was family. That made my cock harder and my chest tighter at the same time.

One evening I stopped walking past.

I stood in the doorway. Rohan had her on all fours, gripping her hips, pounding into her deep and steady. When he noticed me he didn’t stop. He just kept fucking her and said, voice rough,

“Come in, Bhaaji."

My wife looked back at me, eyes glassy, mouth open with every thrust. She didn’t tell him to stop. She just held my gaze while he used her.

I stepped inside, closed the door, sat in the chair, and pulled my cock out. I stroked while my cousin fucked my wife right in front of me. The wet, filthy sound of her cunt taking him filled the room. I watched every detail.. the way her pussy gripped his shaft, the cream building up on him, the way her ass jiggled every time he bottomed out. When she came she kept looking at me, body shaking, moaning louder because I was there. He finished a few minutes later with a low groan, burying himself deep and pumping her full. Thick cum leaked out of her the moment he pulled out.

He sat back against the headboard, still breathing hard, and watched while I moved in and licked his cum out of her. I sucked it out of her open hole and swallowed it while she stayed on all fours.

Then he went to shower, came back in shorts, said goodnight to both of us, and went to his room.

After that it became normal. Dirtier. Easier.

I would come home and find them already fucking, or about to start. I would sit in the chair, cock out, and watch my young cousin use my wife. He started talking dirty with time. Calling her randi/gasti..

She responded to every word. She got louder. She came harder. She started asking him to cum inside her while looking straight at me.

“Fill me… I want him to see it leaking out of me after…”

Sometimes I joined. I would feed her my cock while he fucked her from behind. Sometimes I would lick her ass while he was still inside her pussy. Most times I just watched and then cleaned her thoroughly afterward while he stayed in the room, talking casually, occasionally reaching over to push two fingers into her used cunt while I licked her.

It wasn’t only the bedroom.

I found them on the living room sofa more than once.. her bent over the arm, him thrusting into her from behind with the TV still on. Once I walked out of our room and saw her on her knees in his doorway, choking on his cock while he leaned against the frame and looked at me. He just rested a hand on her head and kept feeding it to her until he came down her throat. Another time I came home and found her against the kitchen counter again, one leg up, while he fucked her hard and deep. He finished inside her, pulled out, and went to get water while I cleaned her right there against the counter, tasting my cousin while the apartment still smelled of sex and dinner.

Over the next two years Rohan became our only regular. We deleted the dating apps. There was no need. He lived with us. He ate with us. He left his clothes in our laundry. He fell asleep in our bed some nights, one arm over my wife, his cock still wet from her. Sometimes I woke up to him already inside her again, fucking her slowly in the dark while she held my hand. I would just lie there and watch, or go back to sleep with the sound of them in my ears.

The jealousy never fully disappeared, but it stopped fighting the heat. Watching my own cousin take my wife.. hearing him call her Bhabhi while he filled her, cleaning his cum out of her while he sat there watching me do it, knowing she would go to him the moment she was in the mood.. all of it wired itself deeper into me than any of the strangers ever had.

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Part 7/10

By then Jagmeet and Rajdeep had made full use of her.

Car, motels, Jagmeet’s basement, our apartment, even the workplace after closing. It had become regular. We were both enjoying it in our own ways. Everything was going smoothly.

Then we went away for a weekend, just the two of us.

On the second night we went to a club. I chose her outfit myself..a short, tight black dress that barely covered her ass, deep neckline, no bra, and black heels. When she walked out of the hotel bathroom I already knew what kind of night it was going to be.

I told her I wanted to watch her with someone new. She was already a little drunk and smiled.

“Okay.”

I only had two beers. She had more.

I took her to the dance floor and made her dance. Within minutes hands were on her.. waist, ass, lower back. A desi guy pulled her in and they kissed for a while, open-mouthed, while I watched from a few feet away. She was fully in the mood.

Later she ended up dancing with a tall white guy, early twenties, short brown hair, athletic build. He had both hands on her body, moving without any hesitation. I couldn’t hear what they talked about, but after a few minutes she came back to me, cheeks flushed.

“He asked where I want to fuck… washroom or a room.”

I looked past her and made eye contact with him. He held my gaze calmly.

I told her, “Car.”

She asked if she could start alone with him first and then call me in to watch. I said yes.

She went back to him, said something, and the three of us walked out toward the underground parking. It was dark and almost empty. Perfect.

On the way to the car he nodded at me.

“Hey.”

My wife walked a few steps ahead. He asked how I liked to watch. He said he had been with a couple before, so he had some idea. I told him to just use her however he wanted. She was submissive. I liked seeing her get fucked hard.

He asked if I was into humiliation.

I told him I had been curious about it.

When we reached the rented SUV he looked at me and said,

“Stand outside and keep an eye out. I’ll start with her inside.”

Something in my chest tightened. I just nodded.

They got into the backseat. The windows weren’t tinted, so I could still see them clearly under the dim parking lights. They started kissing immediately. His hands were already under her dress. Within a minute he had pulled it up around her waist. She was naked underneath.

I stood a few feet away, watching.

She bent down and took his cock out. Even from outside I could see it was thick and long.. easily over eight inches. She struggled a little to get her mouth around it, then started sucking him properly. The wet sound carried in the quiet parking lot. He leaned back, one hand on her head, letting her work.

After a while he pulled her up, turned her around, and pushed her face-down onto the seat. He spread her legs, lined up, and thrust inside in one go. She cried out.. loud enough that I heard it clearly from outside. He started fucking her hard right away, holding her hips, pulling her back onto him with every stroke.

I couldn’t just stand there anymore. I opened the front door and sat in the driver’s seat, turning sideways so I could watch them properly.

He had both her legs pushed up and open now, pounding her deep. The whole car was shaking lightly. My wife was moaning and crying out with every thrust, the sound of wet skin filling the SUV. His cock looked massive going in and out of her.

I started talking, voice low but clear.

“Take that big cock, you fucking slut…

Look at you, getting destroyed in the backseat while I watch…

This is what you are.”

She only moaned louder in response, looking at me for a second with glassy eyes before another hard thrust made her drop her head again.

He kept going for a long time.. different angles, sometimes almost folding her in half, sometimes pulling her up so she was sitting on his cock while he thrust upward. She came at least twice, shaking and making broken sounds. I came in my pants.

At one point headlights swept across the parking lot. A couple of people were walking toward their cars nearby. We all froze for a few seconds. They didn’t notice us. Still, they took their time getting into their car and leaving. The spell was broken a little.

When they finally drove away, the guy looked at me through the rearview mirror and said,

“Maybe we should continue at the hotel.”

I nodded.

We got to the hotel room.

The moment the door closed he pushed her onto the bed and pulled the short black dress off. He was already hard again. He spread her legs and pushed back inside her without any warm-up. I sat in the chair in the corner at first, watching, my cock painfully hard in my pants.

He fucked her deep and steady. After a while he rolled them over so she was on top. She started riding him, hands on his chest, taking the full length of that thick cock with every drop of her hips. The sight of her stretched around him made my mouth go dry.

I couldn’t just watch anymore.

I climbed on the bed behind her, spread her ass, and started licking her tight hole while she continued riding him. She moaned louder and pushed back against my tongue. I ate her ass hungrily, tasting sweat and sex, while my wife fucked a stranger’s big cock right in front of me. Jealousy and lust were so mixed I felt dizzy.

After a few minutes he asked her,

“You take it in the ass?”

She nodded, still bouncing on him.

I spat on my cock, pressed against her hole, and pushed in. She was tight, but she took me. I sank all the way into her ass while his thick cock filled her pussy. For a second the three of us just breathed. Then we both started moving.

I could feel him sliding against me through the thin wall inside her. Every upward thrust of his cock rubbed against mine. Every time I drove into her ass she made a broken, filthy sound. I gripped her hips and fucked her ass with short, deep strokes while she rode him. The thought that we were both inside my wife at the same time almost made me cum instantly.

I didn’t last.

I buried myself to the hilt in her ass and came hard, pulsing deep inside her, moaning against her back. I stayed there throbbing until I was empty, then slowly pulled out.

He looked at her, still fully hard inside her pussy.

“Can I cum inside too?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Fill my pussy… please…”

He flipped them without pulling out. Now he was on top. He hooked both her legs over his shoulders, almost folding her in half, and started railing her with long, savage strokes — pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in to the balls. The wet, heavy sound of it filled the room. My wife was screaming.

I went into the bathroom, door half open, and stared at my reflection. Flushed face, dark eyes, spent cock still wet from her ass. From a few feet away I listened to a stranger destroy my wife.

He talked while he fucked her:

“You like this big white cock stretching your married brown cunt?

I’m gonna pump this pussy full…

Your husband is right there listening while I breed his wife…

Take every fucking inch like the whore you are…”

Her screams got higher and more desperate. The bed slammed against the wall. I just watched myself in the mirror, listening to her get ruined.

Then he groaned long and deep. I heard the wet sound of him emptying himself inside her.

I walked back out.

He was still on top of her, buried deep, body tense as the last pulses left him. Slowly he pulled out. A thick river of cum immediately poured from her open pussy onto the sheets.

I climbed between her legs, pushed them wide, and started licking. I sucked and swallowed every drop of his cum out of her, cleaning her thoroughly while she twitched and moaned.

While I was busy between her thighs, he moved up the bed, knelt beside her head, and tapped his wet, softening cock against her lips.

“Clean it,” he said quietly.

She opened her mouth without hesitation and started licking and sucking him clean.. tasting herself and his cum on his cock while I continued drinking the rest of it out of her cunt. The wet sounds of both of us cleaning him filled the room. She made soft, obedient noises around his cock as she worked her tongue over every inch.

I kept licking her, swallowing everything that leaked out, while she obediently cleaned the cock that had just finished inside her. The sight of it made my stomach tighten all over again.

The moment her orgasm hit, her whole body tensed. Instead of just crying out, she suddenly reached up, grabbed his hip, and pulled him deeper into her mouth. She forced him all the way in until her nose was pressed against his stomach, choking herself on his cock right as she came hard on my tongue.

Her thighs locked tightly around my head. Her throat convulsed around him while she kept cumming, using his cock to muffle her own screams. I stayed buried between her legs, licking and swallowing everything that leaked out of her, while she held him deep in her throat through the entire orgasm.

Only when the waves finally stopped did she slowly let him go. A thick string of spit stretched from her lips to his cock as she pulled back, gasping.

She lay there completely spent, eyes glassy, throat working, pussy still twitching against my mouth.

He looked down at both of us, still breathing hard, and asked quietly,

“Can I stay the night?”

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https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/aEch77PEEa

Part 7

By then Jagmeet and Rajdeep had made full use of her.

Car, motels, Jagmeet’s basement, our apartment, even the workplace after closing. It had become regular. We were both enjoying it in our own ways. Everything was going smoothly.

Then we went away for a weekend, just the two of us.

On the second night we went to a club. I chose her outfit myself..a short, tight black dress that barely covered her ass, deep neckline, no bra, and black heels. When she walked out of the hotel bathroom I already knew what kind of night it was going to be.

I told her I wanted to watch her with someone new. She was already a little drunk and smiled.

“Okay.”

I only had two beers. She had more.

I took her to the dance floor and made her dance. Within minutes hands were on her.. waist, ass, lower back. A desi guy pulled her in and they kissed for a while, open-mouthed, while I watched from a few feet away. She was fully in the mood.

Later she ended up dancing with a tall white guy, early twenties, short brown hair, athletic build. He had both hands on her body, moving without any hesitation. I couldn’t hear what they talked about, but after a few minutes she came back to me, cheeks flushed.

“He asked where I want to fuck… washroom or a room.”

I looked past her and made eye contact with him. He held my gaze calmly.

I told her, “Car.”

She asked if she could start alone with him first and then call me in to watch. I said yes.

She went back to him, said something, and the three of us walked out toward the underground parking. It was dark and almost empty. Perfect.

On the way to the car he nodded at me.

“Hey.”

My wife walked a few steps ahead. He asked how I liked to watch. He said he had been with a couple before, so he had some idea. I told him to just use her however he wanted. She was submissive. I liked seeing her get fucked hard.

He asked if I was into humiliation.

I told him I had been curious about it.

When we reached the rented SUV he looked at me and said,

“Stand outside and keep an eye out. I’ll start with her inside.”

Something in my chest tightened. I just nodded.

They got into the backseat. The windows weren’t tinted, so I could still see them clearly under the dim parking lights. They started kissing immediately. His hands were already under her dress. Within a minute he had pulled it up around her waist. She was naked underneath.

I stood a few feet away, watching.

She bent down and took his cock out. Even from outside I could see it was thick and long.. easily over eight inches. She struggled a little to get her mouth around it, then started sucking him properly. The wet sound carried in the quiet parking lot. He leaned back, one hand on her head, letting her work.

After a while he pulled her up, turned her around, and pushed her face-down onto the seat. He spread her legs, lined up, and thrust inside in one go. She cried out.. loud enough that I heard it clearly from outside. He started fucking her hard right away, holding her hips, pulling her back onto him with every stroke.

I couldn’t just stand there anymore. I opened the front door and sat in the driver’s seat, turning sideways so I could watch them properly.

He had both her legs pushed up and open now, pounding her deep. The whole car was shaking lightly. My wife was moaning and crying out with every thrust, the sound of wet skin filling the SUV. His cock looked massive going in and out of her.

I started talking, voice low but clear.

“Take that big cock, you fucking slut…

Look at you, getting destroyed in the backseat while I watch…

This is what you are.”

She only moaned louder in response, looking at me for a second with glassy eyes before another hard thrust made her drop her head again.

He kept going for a long time.. different angles, sometimes almost folding her in half, sometimes pulling her up so she was sitting on his cock while he thrust upward. She came at least twice, shaking and making broken sounds. I came in my pants.

At one point headlights swept across the parking lot. A couple of people were walking toward their cars nearby. We all froze for a few seconds. They didn’t notice us. Still, they took their time getting into their car and leaving. The spell was broken a little.

When they finally drove away, the guy looked at me through the rearview mirror and said,

“Maybe we should continue at the hotel.”

I nodded.

We got to the hotel room.

The moment the door closed he pushed her onto the bed and pulled the short black dress off. He was already hard again. He spread her legs and pushed back inside her without any warm-up. I sat in the chair in the corner at first, watching, my cock painfully hard in my pants.

He fucked her deep and steady. After a while he rolled them over so she was on top. She started riding him, hands on his chest, taking the full length of that thick cock with every drop of her hips. The sight of her stretched around him made my mouth go dry.

I couldn’t just watch anymore.

I climbed on the bed behind her, spread her ass, and started licking her tight hole while she continued riding him. She moaned louder and pushed back against my tongue. I ate her ass hungrily, tasting sweat and sex, while my wife fucked a stranger’s big cock right in front of me. Jealousy and lust were so mixed I felt dizzy.

After a few minutes he asked her,

“You take it in the ass?”

She nodded, still bouncing on him.

I spat on my cock, pressed against her hole, and pushed in. She was tight, but she took me. I sank all the way into her ass while his thick cock filled her pussy. For a second the three of us just breathed. Then we both started moving.

I could feel him sliding against me through the thin wall inside her. Every upward thrust of his cock rubbed against mine. Every time I drove into her ass she made a broken, filthy sound. I gripped her hips and fucked her ass with short, deep strokes while she rode him. The thought that we were both inside my wife at the same time almost made me cum instantly.

I didn’t last.

I buried myself to the hilt in her ass and came hard, pulsing deep inside her, moaning against her back. I stayed there throbbing until I was empty, then slowly pulled out.

He looked at her, still fully hard inside her pussy.

“Can I cum inside too?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Fill my pussy… please…”

He flipped them without pulling out. Now he was on top. He hooked both her legs over his shoulders, almost folding her in half, and started railing her with long, savage strokes — pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in to the balls. The wet, heavy sound of it filled the room. My wife was screaming.

I went into the bathroom, door half open, and stared at my reflection. Flushed face, dark eyes, spent cock still wet from her ass. From a few feet away I listened to a stranger destroy my wife.

He talked while he fucked her:

“You like this big white cock stretching your married brown cunt?

I’m gonna pump this pussy full…

Your husband is right there listening while I breed his wife…

Take every fucking inch like the whore you are…”

Her screams got higher and more desperate. The bed slammed against the wall. I just watched myself in the mirror, listening to her get ruined.

Then he groaned long and deep. I heard the wet sound of him emptying himself inside her.

I walked back out.

He was still on top of her, buried deep, body tense as the last pulses left him. Slowly he pulled out. A thick river of cum immediately poured from her open pussy onto the sheets.

I climbed between her legs, pushed them wide, and started licking. I sucked and swallowed every drop of his cum out of her, cleaning her thoroughly while she twitched and moaned.

While I was busy between her thighs, he moved up the bed, knelt beside her head, and tapped his wet, softening cock against her lips.

“Clean it,” he said quietly.

She opened her mouth without hesitation and started licking and sucking him clean.. tasting herself and his cum on his cock while I continued drinking the rest of it out of her cunt. The wet sounds of both of us cleaning him filled the room. She made soft, obedient noises around his cock as she worked her tongue over every inch.

I kept licking her, swallowing everything that leaked out, while she obediently cleaned the cock that had just finished inside her. The sight of it made my stomach tighten all over again.

The moment her orgasm hit, her whole body tensed. Instead of just crying out, she suddenly reached up, grabbed his hip, and pulled him deeper into her mouth. She forced him all the way in until her nose was pressed against his stomach, choking herself on his cock right as she came hard on my tongue.

Her thighs locked tightly around my head. Her throat convulsed around him while she kept cumming, using his cock to muffle her own screams. I stayed buried between her legs, licking and swallowing everything that leaked out of her, while she held him deep in her throat through the entire orgasm.

Only when the waves finally stopped did she slowly let him go. A thick string of spit stretched from her lips to his cock as she pulled back, gasping.

She lay there completely spent, eyes glassy, throat working, pussy still twitching against my mouth.

He looked down at both of us, still breathing hard, and asked quietly,

“Can I stay the night?”

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https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/dJ80m2NOgx

Part 6:

After the motel, she had a couple of days off work.

Rajdeep kept messaging. she finally replied.

He asked if they could meet. Of course, she wanted to! Thats why she replied. He wanted to meet alone.. without Jagmeet.

She told him that I wont be home for sometime.

I told her to wear traditional punjabi suit today. She liked the idea.

I was in the other room when he arrived. I heard the door open, then a long pause. He must have been looking at her. She was wearing a traditional suit, the kind she usually only wore for family functions.

There was almost no small talk. I heard him say,

“Turn around.”

Then soft movement. He was touching her over the clothes first slow, deliberate. After a while I heard the sound of the dupatta being removed, then the kameez. He was taking his time. Kissing her neck, her shoulders. A few low words I couldn’t fully catch, but the tone was different from before. Less rushed. More possessive.

They moved to the bedroom this time, not the sofa.

I heard the bed. He made her keep the bottom of the suit on for a while while he touched her under it. Then that came off too. For a long time there were only soft wet sounds.. him eating her out slowly, thoroughly. She was moaning in a quieter, deeper way than usual.

When he finally pushed inside her, it was slow. He stayed deep and barely moved at first, just holding her there. Then he started fucking her with long, controlled strokes. Not the brutal pace from the motel, but heavy and intentional.

Between thrusts I heard him say things like:

“This is how it should have been…”

“She never gave me this…”

“Tonight you’re my bride.”

He fucked her in different positions but never rushed (she told me all this).. first on her back, then on her side, then with her on top while he held her hips and looked at her. He made her keep her eyes on him. When he took her from behind he still kept one hand on her breast or her throat, staying close.

He spent a long time on her ass as well, going slow, making sure she felt every inch. She was making continuous soft, broken sounds by then.

Near the end he put her on her back again, pushed her legs wide, and fucked her deep until he came inside her with a long, low groan. He stayed buried for a while after.

They took sometime and came out to the living room. Low voices.

Rajdeep asked if she wanted another round and when her husband was coming back.

She texted me. I sent a thumbs up.

She told him I would be back in about one and a half hours.

He asked about calling Jagmeet.

She said there wasn’t enough time.

He said there was enough for a quick fuck.

She agreed, but told him to keep it quick.

He called Jagmeet. She offered him water and while she was put the glass back in the kitchen, he told her to unlock the main door so Jagmeet could just walk in. She did.

While they waited, he sat on the sofa, pulled his cock out, and told her,

“Come here. Keep it warm till he gets here.”

She knelt between his legs and started sucking him.

I had been listening the whole time, but this was different.

For the first time I could actually see her.

Through the slight gap in the door I watched my wife on her knees, head slowly bobbing in another man’s lap. The same mouth that kissed me good morning was stretched around his cock. I felt my stomach drop and my own cock get painfully hard at the same time. My hand went to it without thinking. I stroked slowly while I watched her spit shine on him, while she took him deeper like she had all the time in the world.

Exactly ten minutes later the main door opened. Jagmeet walked in, saw her on her knees, and gave a short laugh. He started undressing.

Rajdeep pulled her off by the hair and bent her over the back of the sofa. Jagmeet stepped behind her and pushed into her pussy with one smooth thrust. I watched his cock slide into my wife. My stomach twisted hard. At the same time my own cock was throbbing in my hand. Seeing it happen right in front of me was so much heavier than just listening. Every thrust made my chest tighten.

He fucked her steadily for a while, then pulled out, spat on her ass, and slowly pushed in. I saw her back arch as she took him. Once he was deep he started thrusting harder. Rajdeep moved in front and pushed his cock into her mouth, holding her head. I stroked myself faster, feeling the mix of jealousy and raw heat burn through me. I couldn’t look away from how easily she was taking both of them.

Jagmeet’s pace became erratic. He drove all the way into her ass and came with a low groan, gripping her hips as he emptied himself inside her. He stayed there for a few seconds, then pulled out.

Rajdeep took his place right away. He rubbed his cock through the cum running out of her, then pushed into her used ass and started fucking her hard.. short, heavy, relentless strokes. The sound of his body slamming into her filled the room. I watched my wife’s fingers dig into the sofa while he pounded her. My throat felt dry. My hand was moving fast on my cock. The shame and the arousal were so mixed I could barely breathe.

He kept going until he also buried himself deep and came inside her ass with a heavy grunt.

They both stepped back. She stayed bent over for a moment, legs shaking, trying to hold the cum inside.

Jagmeet was already dressed. Rajdeep cleaned himself. While he put his clothes on, my wife walked to the bedroom and came back holding a t-shirt and shorts. By then both men were ready. They said short goodbyes and left. She locked the main door behind them.

After a minute or so, I stepped into the living room. She put away the clothes she was holding, and bent over the exact same place on the sofa where they had just fucked her. She reached back and spread herself open for me.

I dropped to my knees and started licking.

I cleaned her pussy first, sucking out whatever was still there, then moved to her ass, pushing my tongue inside and drinking the thick cum both of them had left in her. The taste of them filled my mouth. I swallowed it. While I licked, my cock was getting harder and harder against my thigh.

After a while I couldn’t hold back. I stood up behind her, still tasting them on my tongue, and pressed the head of my cock against her pussy. I pushed in.

It was shocking how easy it was.

She was so open, so used, that I could barely feel any tightness. It almost felt like I wasn’t even inside her. The same hole that had just taken both of them now barely registered my cock. That realisation hit me harder than anything else.

I started moving slowly, looking down at her arched back, at the red marks their hands had left on her hips. The image of Jagmeet and Rajdeep taking turns on her in this exact position kept replaying in my head. My throat tightened. I leaned forward and spoke against her ear, voice low and rough:

“They both fucked you right here.. you whore.. and came inside you!"

She let out a soft breath and answered, voice low and obedient:

“Yes Daddy... they used me well.."

I pulled out, shifted higher, and slid into her ass. She was still slick and used. I started thrusting deeper.

"How many times did you cum?”

“I lost count.. the first time I came when Rajdeep's cock was deep inside my pussy and his tongue in my mouth."

Her voice stayed soft, almost ashamed and turned on at the same time. I kept moving inside her.

"I'm gonna cum.."

She pushed back against me and said, "Me too.."

Her body started shaking. She was cumming. The way she clenched around me pulled me over the edge at the same time. I drove deep and came hard inside her ass with a low groan, pulsing while she kept trembling under me, both of us finishing together.

I stayed buried inside her until the last wave passed, breathing heavily against her back. When I finally pulled out, our mixed cum started running down her thigh.

She remained bent over the sofa, still twitching slightly, completely spent and submissive.

I looked at her like that for a long moment..red handprints, stretched holes, cum leaking out.. knowing this was the night everything had fully changed.

Desi Bi guy here looking to suck and may be more if the vibe is right... wont mind multiple cocks 😛😛

Here is the link to previous parts:

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/nJKTotxszi

Part 5

The next day they took her to a motel.

I followed them in my car and watched from the parking lot as Rajdeep and my wife walked inside together. Jagmeet wasn’t with them yet. I stayed in the car with the phone on speaker.

The first session I heard live.

They went into the room. For a while there was only kissing and soft movement. Clothes came off slowly. He spent a long time with his mouth between her legs. She was moaning the way she does when she’s into it. He asked if she liked it rough and if she could take dirty talk. She said yes. A little later she let out a sharp cry (later she told me that was when he pushed four fingers inside her). He face-fucked her on the bed, then took her to the bathroom and did it again. He asked about a golden shower. Oh, that would have been lovely but she said no. Back on the bed, he made her a doggy on the corner, and fucked her hard from behind while spanking her and talking dirty. After a while he moved to her ass. She told him to go slow at first. He did. Her moans changed and she started pushing back. She asked him not to leave marks on her neck. He asked if she was going to see her husband that day. She told him I was away for work. He laughed.

Later he sat on the edge of the bed and she sucked him while he played with her tits and gave her a few light slaps. He made her talk dirty and told her she would take two cocks that day. Then he put her on her back at the edge of the bed and fucked her hard until he came across her stomach and breasts.

The call ended.

A photo arrived a few minutes later: cum on her tits and stomach, fresh hickeys.

I waited in the parking lot. After some time I saw Jagmeet walking into the motel. Nothing else came on the phone, so eventually I drove home.

About an hour later a long recording arrived. I could hear her moans and cries throughout, the wet sounds of her being used by both of them. In between she sent more photos from the washroom.. deeper red marks, more hickeys, and a clear picture of her swollen pussy.

In the evening a second, shorter recording came. Most of it was quieter. Near the end the pace suddenly picked up.. heavy thrusting and her voice rising into loud, broken cries. I came again just listening to the final minutes.

A little after that she messaged that she was on her way home.

She walked in looking tired but calm. From the outside there were no obvious marks. We went to the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed while I stood in front of her and slowly pulled her top up and off.

That’s when I saw it properly.

Hickeys were scattered across both breasts.. dark, purple, some still fresh. A few lower on her stomach. Her skin looked used. I just stared at them the way a cuck does.

I told her to lie down. She lay on her back and opened her legs. I moved between them, pulled her panties aside, and started licking her slowly.. cleaning her used pussy, then her ass, tasting everything they had left inside her.

After a while she started talking.

She first told me about the round with Rajdeep… how he made her kneel between his legs and talk dirty while she sucked him.

When she reached the part about the slaps, she grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulled my face up, and gave me a sharp slap across the cheek.

“like this..,” she said. “on the face..”

She pushed my head back down and continued.

“he made me say that ‘I’m a slut… I’m your married slut… I love taking cock… My cunt is already open… I’ll take two cocks like a good whore…’”

She paused and asked,

“Did you like that?”

I nodded with my mouth still on her. She gave me one more slap, then kept talking while I licked her. And she continued,

"When Jagmeet arrived, we had some food.. after that

They both laid me down between them first. For a while they just kissed me and touched me.. hands on my breasts, my stomach, between my legs. They were slower at the beginning, almost like they were letting me settle again. I was already sensitive from the first round, so every touch felt stronger.

Then they moved to the sofa.. I was between them on my knees, taking turns, sometimes one after the other, sometimes both close so I could move from one cock to the other. They were touching me the whole time.. hands on my breasts, my ass, between my legs.

After a while Jagmeet got behind me and slid into my pussy in one thrust. I was still very open from the first round, so he went in easily. Rajdeep held my head and fucked my throat while Jagmeet held my hips and thrust deep. Every time Jagmeet bottomed out I would gag around Rajdeep’s cock. Rajdeep kept talking, telling me how I looked and how loose I already was..

Then they made me lie on my back at the edge of the bed. Jagmeet stood between my legs and started fucking my pussy. Rajdeep stood near my face and used my throat. Every deep thrust from Jagmeet pushed me forward onto Rajdeep’s cock.

After that they laid me in the middle of the bed for the first double penetration. Jagmeet stayed in my pussy. Rajdeep spat on my ass and slowly pushed in. It felt like too much at first. I told them I couldn’t take both. They slowed down but didn’t pull out. After a while the stretch changed and I came while they were both inside me..Jagmeet in my pussy, Rajdeep in my ass.

They switched again. Jagmeet lay down on his back and made me sit on his cock. Rajdeep moved behind me and pushed into my ass once more. So I was riding Jagmeet while Rajdeep fucked my ass from behind. That position felt even deeper. I came again before they finished.

Rajdeep came first, deep in my ass. I felt him pulsing. Jagmeet kept thrusting up into me for a little longer and then came inside my pussy. When they pulled out I could feel everything leaking onto the bed."

I lifted her ass up and licked it like a hungry dog..

"Rajdeep left shorty after that... then we took some rest... after that.. I had no energy but Jagmeet wanted another round so I offered a bj..

I sucked Jagmeet for a long time while he lay on his back. He stayed hard the whole time. Eventually he said he still couldn’t leave like that and asked for one last fuck. He promised to go slow. I agreed.

He started in missionary, careful and shallow at first. After a few minutes he lifted both my legs, put them over his shoulders, and pushed all the way in. The careful rhythm disappeared. He started fucking me deep and hard. I got very loud. I came once more before he finished inside me.

When he pulled out, I was completely spent. He broke me baby..."

While she was telling me all of this I never stopped licking her. My tongue kept moving over her used pussy and ass.

I never fucked her that night.

I just stayed between her legs for a while longer, cheek stinging, my fingers still wet, looking at the hickeys on her body and the used state of her pussy.

That was enough.

Here is the link to previous parts..

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/HlA3byRjgl

Part 4:

Jagmeet had become her regular bull, but it didn’t stay quiet for long. People at the restaurant started noticing, and eventually word reached the store manager.. Rajdeep, a Punjabi guy in his late thirties.

One day Jagmeet asked her about a threesome. He wouldn’t tell her who the third person would be. She came home and asked me. I told her to do it if she wanted. She said she was curious, even a little excited, but she didn’t want it fully out in the open. When Jagmeet still refused to give a name, she said no.

A few days later it was Friday.. their usual night. I was already home, phone on speaker, cock in my hand.

It started normally. I could hear him fucking her in the men’s washroom. The wet sound of skin, her quiet moans, his low voice telling her to stay quiet. Then her tone suddenly changed.

“Someone’s here…”

He kept going for a few more seconds before everything went still.

“Manager’s here.”

There was talking. Her voice was strained. She kept saying she didn’t want to. “No… please… I don’t want to do this.” They spoke to her in calm, low voices. After a while her protests got quieter. She stopped saying no.

What followed was louder and messier. First I heard her choking on a cock.. wet, deep, gagging sounds that went on for a long time. Then the noise changed. She was being fucked again, but it sounded different, like she was on top and being moved the way they wanted. Two male voices were right there with her. Rajdeep laughed under his breath and said she was already wide open. He asked about her ass. Jagmeet told him she could take it.

There was shifting. Someone spat. A moment later she let out a sharp, broken cry and begged them to go slow. They didn’t, not really. The thrusts that followed were heavy and deep. She kept making those high, involuntary sounds every time she was filled. It went on and on. At one point she was clearly taking both of them.. the wet noise of a cock in her mouth mixed with the heavier sound of her being fucked from behind. She sounded completely used, like she had stopped trying to control anything.

Rajdeep came with a long, low groan. The sound of it was unmistakable.

“Your turn,” he said.

She immediately refused, voice shaking. “Please… no more tonight… tomorrow… I’ll tell him I got an extra shift…”

They let her go after that. A couple of minutes later the call cut.

I had already finished hard.. listening to them pass her between them like she was just there to be used.

She got home about half an hour later. Her face was flushed, lips swollen, eyes tired. We went straight to the bedroom. I put her on her knees and spread her open. Both holes were wet, red, and clearly fucked. I started licking her slowly, cleaning everything they had left inside her.

While my tongue was on her she started talking, voice low and a little shaky.

“Did you hear what they did to me baby..? Rajdeep made me suck him first… for a long time. Kept pushing my head down. Then he sat on the toilet and pulled me onto his cock. I was still wet from Jagmeet so I went down easy. He made me ride him while Jagmeet stood in front and put it back in my mouth. I had both of them at the same time for a while.”

I kept licking her, slower, deeper. She pushed back against my face.

“When they switched… Jagmeet sat down and I bent over him. Rajdeep spat on my ass and started pushing in. It hurt at first. I told him to go slow but he only did for a few seconds. Then he just fucked me. Deep. I could feel him in my stomach. I was trying to keep Jagmeet in my mouth but I kept making noise every time Rajdeep bottomed out. He came inside my ass… I felt it pulsing.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up, lined up, and slid into her used pussy in one thrust. She moaned and kept talking between breaths.

“They were talking about me like I wasn’t there… saying how open I already was… how I take it. When Rajdeep finished he told Jagmeet it was his turn. I said no. I couldn’t take more. I told them tomorrow…”

I fucked her harder while she spoke, holding her hips, listening to every dirty detail. "Can I go tomorrow baby..? They wanna take me to a motel and use me properly..." She came on my cock while saying that.. A few seconds later I came too.. saying, "Yes bitch! I wanna see what they do to you..." and added my load to what was already inside her.

Afterwards I kept my hand on her lower back, already thinking about the next day… and how much further they were going to take my wife.

Here is the link to the previous parts:

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/UjuUKl7C0X

Things with Jagmeet were going really well.

I listened to them from the other room more times than I can count. Sometimes she came back from his basement still dripping and open. Other nights he just bent her over in the backseat and used her right there. She had become his regular fucktoy. She was on the pill. Most of the time I knew about it before it happened.

One night she walked in after closing. I had just gotten home myself. She didn’t say much.. just pulled me into the bedroom, stripped, and dropped onto all fours. I sat behind her. Thick cum was already leaking out of her and running down her thighs. She pushed her ass back and fed it to me. I spread her cheeks and spanked her hard while I licked every bit of it. She told me he had taken her into the walk-in cooler after closing.. she was scared but he didnt listen to her and shoved her face-first against the cold wall, yanked her pants down and fucked her raw.

She flipped onto her back, grabbed my head and forced it between her legs. While I was eating her she said:

“He told me… Friday after closing he’s taking me to the men’s washroom.”

I came in my pants the moment those words left her mouth. She came right on my tongue.

The next two days dragged. I told her to call me before it started and keep the phone in her pocket. Friday I was home early, waiting. Store closed at 9.

When the call came I put it on speaker. I heard him tell her to go clean the washrooms. A few minutes later came the sound of his zipper and then the wet, choking noise of her taking his cock into her mouth. He talked filthy to her, slapped her face, then pulled her pants down and bent her over the sink and started fucking her pussy. While he was inside I heard him say, "Fuddi taan paatti pyi teri.. kinnya k ne maari aa?" (her cunt looked properly used..stretched and open). I didnt hear her say anything and then heard a slap, probably on her face.. Then he asked if she took it in the ass. She said yes, but it had been a long time.

He moved her, bent her further over the toilet seat, and pushed into her ass. The sound changed immediately. She started screaming. Not moaning.. actual screaming. She kept saying “dheere kar… please… dheere…” but he didn’t slow down. He just kept forcing it deeper, talking shit to her the whole time while she cried out and begged him to go slower. The wet, heavy slap of him burying himself in her ass filled the phone and I heard it getting faster and harder as he dumped his load up her ass.

I had already cum hard by then, still gripping the phone.

She walked in about half an hour later. I was already in the bedroom. She stripped the second the door closed. This time we were both on the bed. She got on all fours, head down, ass up. Her pussy and ass were both wet, red, and messy. I started cleaning her with my tongue.. first her used cunt, then her open hole. I was hard again almost immediately. When I licked her ass she moaned loud and shaky. It was the first time I had ever eaten her there, and she came from it, thighs trembling.

I put my cock against her hole and pushed. It slid in with almost no resistance. I never knew my wife could take it like that… or maybe it was because Jagmeet had just finished stretching her open. That thought alone almost finished me. I pushed all the way in, spanked her already bright-red ass, and pumped another load deep inside her for the night.

Here is the link to the previous parts:

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/UjuUKl7C0X

Things with Jagmeet were going really well.

I listened to them from the other room more times than I can count. Sometimes she came back from his basement still dripping and open. Other nights he just bent her over in the backseat and used her right there. She had become his regular fucktoy. She was on the pill. Most of the time I knew about it before it happened.

One night she walked in after closing. I had just gotten home myself. She didn’t say much.. just pulled me into the bedroom, stripped, and dropped onto all fours. I sat behind her. Thick cum was already leaking out of her and running down her thighs. She pushed her ass back and fed it to me. I spread her cheeks and spanked her hard while I licked every bit of it. She told me he had taken her into the walk-in cooler after closing.. she was scared but he didnt listen to her and shoved her face-first against the cold wall, yanked her pants down and fucked her raw.

She flipped onto her back, grabbed my head and forced it between her legs. While I was eating her she said:

“He told me… Friday after closing he’s taking me to the men’s washroom.”

I came in my pants the moment those words left her mouth. She came right on my tongue.

The next two days dragged. I told her to call me before it started and keep the phone in her pocket. Friday I was home early, waiting. Store closed at 9.

When the call came I put it on speaker. I heard him tell her to go clean the washrooms. A few minutes later came the sound of his zipper and then the wet, choking noise of her taking his cock into her mouth. He talked filthy to her, slapped her face, then pulled her pants down and bent her over the sink and started fucking her pussy. While he was inside I heard him say, "Fuddi taan paatti pyi teri.. kinnya k ne maari aa?" (her cunt looked properly used..stretched and open). I didnt hear her say anything and then heard a slap, probably on her face.. Then he asked if she took it in the ass. She said yes, but it had been a long time.

He moved her, bent her further over the toilet seat, and pushed into her ass. The sound changed immediately. She started screaming. Not moaning.. actual screaming. She kept saying “dheere kar… please… dheere…” but he didn’t slow down. He just kept forcing it deeper, talking shit to her the whole time while she cried out and begged him to go slower. The wet, heavy slap of him burying himself in her ass filled the phone and I heard it getting faster and harder as he dumped his load up her ass.

I had already cum hard by then, still gripping the phone.

She walked in about half an hour later. I was already in the bedroom. She stripped the second the door closed. This time we were both on the bed. She got on all fours, head down, ass up. Her pussy and ass were both wet, red, and messy. I started cleaning her with my tongue.. first her used cunt, then her open hole. I was hard again almost immediately. When I licked her ass she moaned loud and shaky. It was the first time I had ever eaten her there, and she came from it, thighs trembling.

I put my cock against her hole and pushed. It slid in with almost no resistance. I never knew my wife could take it like that… or maybe it was because Jagmeet had just finished stretching her open. That thought alone almost finished me. I pushed all the way in, spanked her already bright-red ass, and pumped another load deep inside her for the night.

Here is the link to the previous parts:

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/UjuUKl7C0X

Things with Jagmeet were going really well.

I listened to them from the other room more times than I can count. Sometimes she came back from his basement still dripping and open. Other nights he just bent her over in the backseat and used her right there. She had become his regular fucktoy. She was on the pill. Most of the time I knew about it before it happened.

One night she walked in after closing. I had just gotten home myself. She didn’t say much.. just pulled me into the bedroom, stripped, and dropped onto all fours. I sat behind her. Thick cum was already leaking out of her and running down her thighs. She pushed her ass back and fed it to me. I spread her cheeks and spanked her hard while I licked every bit of it. She told me he had taken her into the walk-in cooler after closing.. she was scared but he didnt listen to her and shoved her face-first against the cold wall, yanked her pants down and fucked her raw.

She flipped onto her back, grabbed my head and forced it between her legs. While I was eating her she said:

“He told me… Friday after closing he’s taking me to the men’s washroom.”

I came in my pants the moment those words left her mouth. She came right on my tongue.

The next two days dragged. I told her to call me before it started and keep the phone in her pocket. Friday I was home early, waiting. Store closed at 9.

When the call came I put it on speaker. I heard him tell her to go clean the washrooms. A few minutes later came the sound of his zipper and then the wet, choking noise of her taking his cock into her mouth. He talked filthy to her, slapped her face, then pulled her pants down and bent her over the sink and started fucking her pussy. While he was inside I heard him say, "Fuddi taan paatti pyi teri.. kinnya k ne maari aa?" (her cunt looked properly used..stretched and open). I didnt hear her say anything and then heard a slap, probably on her face.. Then he asked if she took it in the ass. She said yes, but it had been a long time.

He moved her, bent her further over the toilet seat, and pushed into her ass. The sound changed immediately. She started screaming. Not moaning.. actual screaming. She kept saying “dheere kar… please… dheere…” but he didn’t slow down. He just kept forcing it deeper, talking shit to her the whole time while she cried out and begged him to go slower. The wet, heavy slap of him burying himself in her ass filled the phone and I heard it getting faster and harder as he dumped his load up her ass.

I had already cum hard by then, still gripping the phone.

She walked in about half an hour later. I was already in the bedroom. She stripped the second the door closed. This time we were both on the bed. She got on all fours, head down, ass up. Her pussy and ass were both wet, red, and messy. I started cleaning her with my tongue.. first her used cunt, then her open hole. I was hard again almost immediately. When I licked her ass she moaned loud and shaky. It was the first time I had ever eaten her there, and she came from it, thighs trembling.

I put my cock against her hole and pushed. It slid in with almost no resistance. I never knew my wife could take it like that… or maybe it was because Jagmeet had just finished stretching her open. That thought alone almost finished me. I pushed all the way in, spanked her already bright-red ass, and pumped another load deep inside her for the night.

Here is the link to the previous parts:

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/UjuUKl7C0X

Things with Jagmeet were going really well.

I listened to them from the other room more times than I can count. Sometimes she came back from his basement still dripping and open. Other nights he just bent her over in the backseat and used her right there. She had become his regular fucktoy. She was on the pill. Most of the time I knew about it before it happened.

One night she walked in after closing. I had just gotten home myself. She didn’t say much.. just pulled me into the bedroom, stripped, and dropped onto all fours. I sat behind her. Thick cum was already leaking out of her and running down her thighs. She pushed her ass back and fed it to me. I spread her cheeks and spanked her hard while I licked every bit of it. She told me he had taken her into the walk-in cooler after closing.. she was scared but he didnt listen to her and shoved her face-first against the cold wall, yanked her pants down and fucked her raw.

She flipped onto her back, grabbed my head and forced it between her legs. While I was eating her she said:

“He told me… Friday after closing he’s taking me to the men’s washroom.”

I came in my pants the moment those words left her mouth. She came right on my tongue.

The next two days dragged. I told her to call me before it started and keep the phone in her pocket. Friday I was home early, waiting. Store closed at 9.

When the call came I put it on speaker. I heard him tell her to go clean the washrooms. A few minutes later came the sound of his zipper and then the wet, choking noise of her taking his cock into her mouth. He talked filthy to her, slapped her face, then pulled her pants down and bent her over the sink and started fucking her pussy. While he was inside I heard him say, "Fuddi taan paatti pyi teri.. kinnya k ne maari aa?" (her cunt looked properly used..stretched and open). I didnt hear her say anything and then heard a slap, probably on her face.. Then he asked if she took it in the ass. She said yes, but it had been a long time.

He moved her, bent her further over the toilet seat, and pushed into her ass. The sound changed immediately. She started screaming. Not moaning.. actual screaming. She kept saying “dheere kar… please… dheere…” but he didn’t slow down. He just kept forcing it deeper, talking shit to her the whole time while she cried out and begged him to go slower. The wet, heavy slap of him burying himself in her ass filled the phone and I heard it getting faster and harder as he dumped his load up her ass.

I had already cum hard by then, still gripping the phone.

She walked in about half an hour later. I was already in the bedroom. She stripped the second the door closed. This time we were both on the bed. She got on all fours, head down, ass up. Her pussy and ass were both wet, red, and messy. I started cleaning her with my tongue.. first her used cunt, then her open hole. I was hard again almost immediately. When I licked her ass she moaned loud and shaky. It was the first time I had ever eaten her there, and she came from it, thighs trembling.

I put my cock against her hole and pushed. It slid in with almost no resistance. I never knew my wife could take it like that… or maybe it was because Jagmeet had just finished stretching her open. That thought alone almost finished me. I pushed all the way in, spanked her already bright-red ass, and pumped another load deep inside her for the night.

Here is the link to the previous parts:

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/UjuUKl7C0X

Things with Jagmeet were going really well.

I listened to them from the other room more times than I can count. Sometimes she came back from his basement still dripping and open. Other nights he just bent her over in the backseat and used her right there. She had become his regular fucktoy. She was on the pill. Most of the time I knew about it before it happened.

One night she walked in after closing. I had just gotten home myself. She didn’t say much.. just pulled me into the bedroom, stripped, and dropped onto all fours. I sat behind her. Thick cum was already leaking out of her and running down her thighs. She pushed her ass back and fed it to me. I spread her cheeks and spanked her hard while I licked every bit of it. She told me he had taken her into the walk-in cooler after closing.. she was scared but he didnt listen to her and shoved her face-first against the cold wall, yanked her pants down and fucked her raw.

She flipped onto her back, grabbed my head and forced it between her legs. While I was eating her she said:

“He told me… Friday after closing he’s taking me to the men’s washroom.”

I came in my pants the moment those words left her mouth. She came right on my tongue.

The next two days dragged. I told her to call me before it started and keep the phone in her pocket. Friday I was home early, waiting. Store closed at 9.

When the call came I put it on speaker. I heard him tell her to go clean the washrooms. A few minutes later came the sound of his zipper and then the wet, choking noise of her taking his cock into her mouth. He talked filthy to her, slapped her face, then pulled her pants down and bent her over the sink and started fucking her pussy. While he was inside I heard him say, "Fuddi taan paatti pyi teri.. kinnya k ne maari aa?" (her cunt looked properly used..stretched and open). I didnt hear her say anything and then heard a slap, probably on her face.. Then he asked if she took it in the ass. She said yes, but it had been a long time.

He moved her, bent her further over the toilet seat, and pushed into her ass. The sound changed immediately. She started screaming. Not moaning.. actual screaming. She kept saying “dheere kar… please… dheere…” but he didn’t slow down. He just kept forcing it deeper, talking shit to her the whole time while she cried out and begged him to go slower. The wet, heavy slap of him burying himself in her ass filled the phone and I heard it getting faster and harder as he dumped his load up her ass.

I had already cum hard by then, still gripping the phone.

She walked in about half an hour later. I was already in the bedroom. She stripped the second the door closed. This time we were both on the bed. She got on all fours, head down, ass up. Her pussy and ass were both wet, red, and messy. I started cleaning her with my tongue.. first her used cunt, then her open hole. I was hard again almost immediately. When I licked her ass she moaned loud and shaky. It was the first time I had ever eaten her there, and she came from it, thighs trembling.

I put my cock against her hole and pushed. It slid in with almost no resistance. I never knew my wife could take it like that… or maybe it was because Jagmeet had just finished stretching her open. That thought alone almost finished me. I pushed all the way in, spanked her already bright-red ass, and pumped another load deep inside her for the night.

Here is how we started our journey:

https://www.reddit.com/r/punjabicouples69/s/A3MOpnkc5K

Gonna write Part 2 now… about what happened after she finally came here.

In the beginning everything felt normal. She got a job at a fast food place. Our sex was good too.. we were fucking regularly, still talking dirty, still roleplaying a bit. After a few weeks I asked her if she wanted to do it again with someone else. She said she couldn’t do it in front of me. I said okay. We kept the fantasy alive in bed instead.

Then a few months later she casually mentioned a young Punjabi guy at work who kept flirting with her. He was the only other Punjabi there besides the manager, so they talked a lot. His name was Jagmeet. I asked how she felt about him. She said he was cute, had a nice smile, and looked at her in a way that made her a little nervous. I told her to go for it and have fun. She still didn’t want to do anything in front of me. I said fine.. same way as India. I’ll listen, you send me photos, everything.

So it started. First few days it was just kissing and touching in his car after work. He invited her to his place a couple of times but she refused. Then I suggested she bring him to our apartment. I’ll hide in the other room. Tell him that room is rented and the roommate is out of town, and that her husband works late. She hesitated, but finally said okay.

On her day off she texted him the whole story. He replied almost instantly.. yes. Of course he did.

He came over that afternoon. He called from the lobby. I locked myself in the other bedroom. She went downstairs to get him.

When they walked in she offered him water. They stood in the living room talking about random shit. He asked about me. Then it went quiet. I knew they were kissing. I heard the soft wet sound of mouths, then a sharp slap on her ass. A few seconds later the bedroom door closed.

Our rooms share a wall. I pressed my ear against it. At first I only heard muffled movements and soft moans. Then I started hearing sharper sounds.. he was slapping her tits too. Hard. She let out little gasps every time his hand landed. After a while the bed began creaking. She was telling him to go slow, her voice already shaky, but he wasn’t listening. He was fucking her hard. I counted more than fifteen loud slaps.. mostly on her ass and tits. Then I clearly heard him growling in Punjabi, something like “Bhenchod, fuddi changi maraayi lagdi aa..” and he started pounding even harder. Her screams cut through the wall. High, broken, desperate.

At one point the bed stopped moving for a bit and I heard wet, gagging sounds. He was fucking her throat. I could hear her choking, the thick wet gluck of his cock pushing deep, her trying to breathe through her nose. He kept talking dirty while he used her mouth. Then he went back to fucking her pussy again, even rougher this time. The wet slap of skin got louder. Eventually he came.. long, deep groans while she made those helpless sounds underneath him. After that, silence.

A little later the door opened and one of them went to the bathroom. My phone buzzed. She had sent a picture. She was lying on the bed, legs slightly open, his thick white cum streaked across her stomach, between her tits, on her neck, and a few drops on her cheek and lips. Her pussy looked swollen and used. There were red handprints on her breasts too.

They stayed in the room a while longer. Then he left.

I waited a few extra minutes to be sure. When I came out she was standing in the living room, cheeks flushed, looking shy but also a little proud. My cock was rock hard. I grabbed her hand, took her straight to the bedroom, and put her on all fours. I pulled her panties down. Her pussy was bright red and still wet. I buried my face in it immediately and started licking. She moaned and pushed back against my mouth.

“He was so big,” she whispered. “Started the same way… only it was his cock instead of your tongue. He didn’t hold back at all. Kept slapping my tits and my ass while he fucked me.” I could still see the red marks on both. I kept eating her, tasting how much wetter and softer she was. After a couple of minutes she turned over, pulled her legs up high, and told me the rest.

“Then he put my legs on his shoulders and just started drilling me. I thought I was going to break. He didn’t stop even when I came… I kept dripping and he kept fucking me through it. And before that… he made me take him in my throat. Properly. Until I was choking.”

While she talked I stroked my cock fast. Her voice, the way she described it, the sight of her freshly fucked body.. it was too much. I came hard, shooting all over her stomach and tits, mixing my cum with whatever was still left of his.

Here is how we started our journey:

https://www.reddit.com/r/punjabicouples69/s/A3MOpnkc5K

Gonna write Part 2 now… about what happened after she finally came here.

In the beginning everything felt normal. She got a job at a fast food place. Our sex was good too.. we were fucking regularly, still talking dirty, still roleplaying a bit. After a few weeks I asked her if she wanted to do it again with someone else. She said she couldn’t do it in front of me. I said okay. We kept the fantasy alive in bed instead.

Then a few months later she casually mentioned a young Punjabi guy at work who kept flirting with her. He was the only other Punjabi there besides the manager, so they talked a lot. His name was Jagmeet. I asked how she felt about him. She said he was cute, had a nice smile, and looked at her in a way that made her a little nervous. I told her to go for it and have fun. She still didn’t want to do anything in front of me. I said fine.. same way as India. I’ll listen, you send me photos, everything.

So it started. First few days it was just kissing and touching in his car after work. He invited her to his place a couple of times but she refused. Then I suggested she bring him to our apartment. I’ll hide in the other room. Tell him that room is rented and the roommate is out of town, and that her husband works late. She hesitated, but finally said okay.

On her day off she texted him the whole story. He replied almost instantly.. yes. Of course he did.

He came over that afternoon. He called from the lobby. I locked myself in the other bedroom. She went downstairs to get him.

When they walked in she offered him water. They stood in the living room talking about random shit. He asked about me. Then it went quiet. I knew they were kissing. I heard the soft wet sound of mouths, then a sharp slap on her ass. A few seconds later the bedroom door closed.

Our rooms share a wall. I pressed my ear against it. At first I only heard muffled movements and soft moans. Then I started hearing sharper sounds.. he was slapping her tits too. Hard. She let out little gasps every time his hand landed. After a while the bed began creaking. She was telling him to go slow, her voice already shaky, but he wasn’t listening. He was fucking her hard. I counted more than fifteen loud slaps.. mostly on her ass and tits. Then I clearly heard him growling in Punjabi, something like “Bhenchod, fuddi changi maraayi lagdi aa..” and he started pounding even harder. Her screams cut through the wall. High, broken, desperate.

At one point the bed stopped moving for a bit and I heard wet, gagging sounds. He was fucking her throat. I could hear her choking, the thick wet gluck of his cock pushing deep, her trying to breathe through her nose. He kept talking dirty while he used her mouth. Then he went back to fucking her pussy again, even rougher this time. The wet slap of skin got louder. Eventually he came.. long, deep groans while she made those helpless sounds underneath him. After that, silence.

A little later the door opened and one of them went to the bathroom. My phone buzzed. She had sent a picture. She was lying on the bed, legs slightly open, his thick white cum streaked across her stomach, between her tits, on her neck, and a few drops on her cheek and lips. Her pussy looked swollen and used. There were red handprints on her breasts too.

They stayed in the room a while longer. Then he left.

I waited a few extra minutes to be sure. When I came out she was standing in the living room, cheeks flushed, looking shy but also a little proud. My cock was rock hard. I grabbed her hand, took her straight to the bedroom, and put her on all fours. I pulled her panties down. Her pussy was bright red and still wet. I buried my face in it immediately and started licking. She moaned and pushed back against my mouth.

“He was so big,” she whispered. “Started the same way… only it was his cock instead of your tongue. He didn’t hold back at all. Kept slapping my tits and my ass while he fucked me.” I could still see the red marks on both. I kept eating her, tasting how much wetter and softer she was. After a couple of minutes she turned over, pulled her legs up high, and told me the rest.

“Then he put my legs on his shoulders and just started drilling me. I thought I was going to break. He didn’t stop even when I came… I kept dripping and he kept fucking me through it. And before that… he made me take him in my throat. Properly. Until I was choking.”

While she talked I stroked my cock fast. Her voice, the way she described it, the sight of her freshly fucked body.. it was too much. I came hard, shooting all over her stomach and tits, mixing my cum with whatever was still left of his.