Couples came here for their honeymoon, but we are from Manali itself. So we didn’t go anywhere after marriage. Instead, we just stayed at home and made love like crazy.
That’s when Priya told me she slept with other guys before marriage. To be honest, she was so good at sex that I was completely at ease, like sleeping with a whore. Eventually, we moved to our flat.
I was hanging some decorations and heard a grinding noise. The rhythmical knocking sound meant only one thing. Someone was having sex in the adjacent unit. But our neighbours were out, so someone had broken in to fuck. My cock became hard at the thought.
What I saw stirred my innermost passions. They were having sex on the dining table. He laid on his back while she was on top of him with both hands on his chest. The lady sat (bent over him) with her thighs on either side of his crotch to take his wood.
Their faces were covered with her veil-like long hair. At one point, she shook uncontrollably, indicating that she had an orgasm and did a hair flip to move her hair back.
The stylish woman was my wife, Priya! I almost leaked and started fapping with vigour. On the one hand, I was jealous of her for cheating on me, while on the other hand, my cock was getting hard. I realized that I was not only a sex fetishist but a mild cuckold.
Closing their main door before getting seen, I reckoned this was what she was doing when I was in the office. But the question remained. .ow did she have sex every night with me? The only answer I could imagine was that I didn’t satisfy her. (taking less than 30 seconds to fuck Priya every time).
When she returned home, I wanted to ask her why, but first, I had a confession to make:
Debu: I have a secret fetish. I’m a cuckold.
Priya: Tell me something new.
Later she told me that she would break up with her boyfriend forever. But I told her to continue seeing him as she was not satisfied by a single lover. Even if she were seeing her old boyfriend, she would have to take another lover on the side. Our wedlock was the perfect arrangement for her sexual desires.
After that day, I noticed a cover-up tattoo on her smooth white skin. I imagined that the butterfly on her shoulder had a big body because of the bra strap. The doorbell rang, and I opened the door to find Priya at the entrance. She had been gone for almost a month. I let her settle down before talking.
Priya: Did you see this?
Debu: Oh yes, the bangs look cute
Shyly she removed the scarf around her head. I had an instant erection on seeing it. She had a boy cut. I asked her:
Debu: Why did you get a haircut?
Priya: My ex started without asking…
My cock became painfully swollen, trying to imagine the scene. My wife and her boyfriend must’ve gotten into a sexual frenzy during the act. She took a bath and asked me to take her to the nearest beauty parlour.
A professional hair stylist gave her a neat feminine hairstyle with shaved sides and a buzzed nape. Suddenly she got a message and disappeared. Left high and dry, I went home to jack off. Just then, the door opened, and our new maid walked in.
We were both frozen for a second. Then I covered my penis with a cushion. Suman (the maid) tried to suppress a smile and disappeared into the bedroom.
After vacuuming the whole house, she went into the kitchen. Till that day, I hadn’t seen the domestic help in my house (let alone speak to her). I was thinking about offering her money in exchange for sex. Then she asked:
Suman: Saab, I can sit with you for 5000.
Debu: Let me see if I have cash in the house.
Suman: No problem, just give it to me tomorrow.
I looked at her body. She was a bit shorter and fairer than my wife (34-26-36 and 5’5”) but otherwise petite like Priya. The loose end of her saree was tucked in the side, offering a clear view of her belly button.
Sweat glistening on her neck meant she got enough exercise without doing cardio or weights. I took Suman inside for a quick fuck. She opened her clothes and loosened her hair bun. Straight, black hair unravelled itself and cascaded down to her lower back.
From her smell, it appeared that she had bathed using a creamy soap and neem shampoo. I was intoxicated by her youthful energy, which lasted 10 minutes. Finally, she squirted.
She was a good sport, though and finished me even after climaxing. For a minute, I thought she didn’t know how to give head because she was sucking my nut sack. But I was corrected when she twisted my nipples and sucked my cock simultaneously to make me cum.
As I started cumming, Suman pinched the rubber on my dick and pulled it off expertly. She squeezed the last drops of seamen and wiped me clean with a towel. Not expecting her to be so good, I gave her a tip. Suman was perplexed when she counted the money. Insisting that she keep it, I asked her:
Debu: Can we go for an outing?
Suman: Ok.
We went to the same salon visited by my wife and asked for a makeover. The stylist gave Suman a trim and applied light makeup. She looked (and behaved) like a total slut. From the jeggings to the kajal, in her eyes, everything was geared toward sex.
I was pleasantly surprised that Priya was in the lobby checking letters. She had stopped coming home ever since her bf had started banging her pussy. We hugged, and I was turned on by the short strands of her hair.
She wanted to have sex, insisting that “it’s safe.” I was in the mood for a quickie anyway. The thing was, it was safe to have sex without condoms even last week. Knowing Priya, I guessed that she had gotten pregnant with her ex.
It aroused me sexually to know that Priya’s tank was full even though she was not with me since last month. We started kissing in the hall itself. I stroked her shapely ass as she turned around to help me remove her jeans jacket.
Feeling her silky smooth assets, I closed my eyes in pleasure. It brought me to the brim, knowing that someone else was enjoying the fab body of Priya. As I started leaking, she was saying something, “Darling, can you give my jacket to Suman? It’s too small for me.”
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