Novelist Casanova Word Count: 40,455
Date: 11.01. 2022
Title: Shwetha - My Sweet and Sour Wife
Written By: Novelist Casanova
It was around 10 AM, my wife Shwetha was sleeping comfortably on the luxurious bed of a 5 Star Hotel. She was only in her black panties and my grey t-shirt on top, with no bra inside. My wife Shwetha, though she is in her late 30s, and a mother of three sons, she looked pretty young. She looks exactly like South Indian Actress Nivetha Pethuraj, homely at the same time hot. People who would love to make love to Nivetha Pethuraj, would certainly love to make love to my wife, such a babe she is. My wife and I were born here in India and moved to Canada, later I set up a Textile business there and with the grace of god and my wife’s luck, my business started running successfully. As my wife took care of the family in Canada, I started visiting India once or twice a year to buy textiles in India. Though my wife was settled in Canada, her heart was here in India. She loved everything about India, the food, our traditional clothing, our culture, everything. This time I took my wife to India because of a white guy named Arthur. I brought my wife to India. Right from the moment we got down at the Chennai International Airport, it was she who was getting all the attention, right from the officers, security personnel, to the security at the arrivals, they were actually drooling all over my wife and lusting after my wife. My dumb wife, who just blindly trusts people, especially the Indians, started conversing with them in a friendly, one guy even openly commenting about my wife’s looks, which my wife was thanking him. The fact was she was enjoying all the attention she was getting here in India, as she used to be at home all the time there in Canada and visiting very few people.
As we were picked up by our 5 Star Hotel Cab, the cab driver was openly ogling at my wife who was in her tight t-shirt and jeggings, at the same time welcoming us with a fake smile. As we got inside the cab, she was telling me about how friendly the people of India were, and she was loving the feel of being in India. “Dumb bitch, they were not friendly, they were ogling at you,” I said to myself. That night we partied at a nearby Pub, and my wife got too drunk, and the same Cab driver who picked us up at the Airport had come to drop us at the pub and was waiting outside to pick us up. Out of excitement my wife drank too much, and was finding it hard to walk. Putting her left arm around my shoulder and grabbing her waist for support I started helping her walk outside the pub, “Gopi, am I too drunk?” my wife asked with her slurred speech and an unsteady gait. “Shwetha, it's the Indian alcohol that has got you too drunk, let's go back to our Hotel now,” I said, and was helping her walk. As we reached the exit of the pub, we had to get down the narrow stairs to go to the ground floor where the Driver was waiting for us. “Gopi, don’t blame the Indian alcohol, you know I love everything Indian,” as my wife was talking in slurry speech, the Driver who was at the ground floor saw me helping my wife walk and started coming towards us for help. Since he was a middle aged guy, he was feeling a bit difficult to climb the stairs to reach us. “Oh my god, I left my handbag,” my wife exclaimed. Right next to the place where we were standing was a window and through that window I could see my wife’s handbag at the table where we were sitting. “Come sir, let’s go,” the Driver said, trying to help me hold my wife. “Shwetha, sit here on the stairs, I will go get your handbag,” as I said, “no, I am a strong woman, I can stand,” my drunk wife said standing with an unsteady gait. “You go bring her handbag, I will watch over, Madam,” the driver said, and I went inside the pub, someone had picked up my wife’s handbag and was taking the money out and I quickly grabbed the bag, and as I was about to grab my wife’s money he was holding, the drunk guy threw the money all over the floor. “Idiot,” I yelled at him and started picking up all the money in that dark glittering pub light. If it was Indian rupees I would have left there and came out, but they were all 100 Canadian Dollar notes, worth around 6000 Rs each notel. As I was picking up the notes, I accidentally looked at the window, and went near the window. “If you don’t want to sit, let me hold you, madam,” the driver was saying. “No, I can stand,” my wife was insisting, but she was struggling to stand. “Madam, you will fall if I don’t hold you,” the driver said. “Okay, I know you don’t want me to hold you. At least can I hug you and stand?” he said. “No,” my wife said in her slurred speech. “Why madam? Because I am an Indian, you don’t want to hug me?” the driver said. “What? No, I love India, I love Indians,” my drunk wife said in her slurred speech. “If you really love India and really love Indians, then hug this Indian, madam,” as he said. “I love India, I love Indians,” my wife said and wrapped her arms around the driver and hugged him. The driver readily hugged my wife, “madam, we love India and we Indians should share our mutual love like this,” he said and started taking my wife into his complete embrace. As my wife was in a solid slip dress, with a thin backless bra, she went totally into his embrace and he was closing his eyes and enjoying hugging my wife. By this time my wife was totally stoned and was totally in his control. The cheeky driver, all of a sudden started grabbing my wife’s cheeks, and leaving the money, I ran towards my wife. “Sir, she is totally stoned, take my cab key, and open the back door, I will bring her,” he said and took out the car keys from his pocket and gave it to me and continued hugging my wife. “It's okay, I will take her,” as I was saying, he started hugging my wife and carrying her down the stairs. “Sir, what are you waiting for, go,” he exclaimed, hugging my wife. As I started walking down the stairs past them looking at them, the driver who was hugging my wife and getting down the stairs, wrapped my wife’s legs around his waist and started walking down the stairs. The bastard was clearly enjoying my wife, and cursing myself from bringing my wife to India, I rushed to this cab and opened the back door. The driver came out carrying my wife in the Olumpus sex postion, with his right hand under my wife’s red slip dress, grabbing my wife’s ass. “My God, what the hell is happening, the bastard is enjoying my wife,” I cursed myself. “Come fast,” I said. The moment I said that, “coming sir,” he said and changed the carrying position, and put my wife over his right shoulder, and inserted both his hands inside my wife’s slip dress, and grabbing both my wife’s ass cheeks, he came running towards the cab. “My god, this guy is crazy,” I exclaimed. Finally he came near the back seat of his car, and placed my wife on the back seat. “Sir, open the door from the other side and pull madam inside,” he said and as I started to go around the car, the bastard lifted my wife’s red slip dress from the front and started admiring my wife’s panties. As I quickly ran towards the other side of the car, he pulled my wife’s red slip dress down and covered my wife’s black panties. “Grab her shoulders and gently pull her inside, sir,” the driver asked. As I grabbed my wife’s shoulders and tried to pull her inside, the driver, in the name of pushing her inside, slipped and slept right on top of my wife and hugged her, and in the name of struggling to get off my wife, he felt my wife us as much as he could and got off her.
Finally we reached our Hotel, “sir, wait here, shall bring the reception lady, she will help, madam,” he said and got out of his Cab and started running towards the Reception. Since it was night already, the security guards were right at the gate, with just one female receptionist at the reception, and the driver came towards the cab with the female receptionist. They were discussing something, “okay, pull madam out,” the female receptionist said. “Sir, she wants us to pull madam out,” the driver said. “I will pull her out,” I said and grabbed my wife’s shoulder and pulled her out and tried to make her stand, but the female receptionist, “let me help, sir,” she said and put my wife’s arm around her shoulder and I put her other arm around my shoulder and took my wife near the life. As the lift opened we took her inside, “shall I call the doctor?” the receptionist asked. “No, she will be fine by tomorrow,” as I said. “Sir, you have the hotel room card key right?” the receptionist asked. “Yeah,” I said. “Take it out and keep them ready, as soon as the lift opens go and open the door,” the receptionist said. As I struggled to put my hand inside my back pocket to take the card key out of my wallet, the driver was not done enough with my wife, “here, sir, I will hold Madam, you search for the keys,” he said and took my wife’s arm which were on my shoulder and put it around his shoulder. “You leave, I will hold madam, I was the one who carried madam out from the pub single handedly,” he said to the receptionist. “Really?” she exclaimed and left my wife totally in his control and he put both of my wife’s arms around his neck and hugged my wife. Watching the way he was hugging my wife and standing, even the receptionist started feeling uncomfortable, looked like she knew he was taking full advantage of my wife. “Give her to me, I will hold her,” as I started to say, the lift opened and he came out of the lift hugging my wife. “Go open the door sir,” the receptionist said. As I opened the door, the driver carried my wife inside and placed my wife on the bed. As he placed my wife on the bed, with that force, her red slip dress rose up and revealed her black panteis, and surprisingly he pulled my wife’s red slip dress down and covered her panteis. “You are a good gentleman,” the receptionist said looked at the driver. He smiled at both of us, “alright, you change madam’s clothes and then go to the reception,” the driver said. “I will, don’t worry,” the receptionist said. “Okay sir, I have to go now,” the driver said and left. I was so relieved, the receptionist picked up my wife’s grey t-shirt from the wardrobe, and removed my wife’s red slip dress and her bra and wore the grey t-shirt on top her head and made her sleep only in her grey t-shirt and black panties.
The next day, around 10 AM, my wife Shwetha was sleeping comfortably on the luxurious bed. She was only in her black panties and my grey t-shirt on top, with no bra inside. As I was busy mailing my clients in Canada and at the same time was having a phone conversation with my team here in India, someone knocked on the door. As I went to answer the door, still having a group conversation, “room service, sir,” a young man, who must be in his 20s, said. “Yeah,” I said and went near the balcony and continued the group conversation with my team over the phone. For a good 15 minutes I was busy on the phone. As I was telling my team to come visit me for dinner at the Restaurant which was on the rooftop of the Hotel I was staying at, I looked at the Room service guy, he was quietly lifting my wife’s blanket and was shamelessly ogling at my wife’s pussy over her black panties. As I was still busy over the phone, he sat on the edge of the bed, and scratching his cock over his pants, he gently placed his left hand over my wife’s boobs over her grey tight t-shirt and as he was about to squeeze my wife’s boobs, I came out the balcony and he got up from the bed and started picking up his stuffs, and quickly began leaving the room.
In the evening, after my team meeting at the restaurant, I went back to my room, and my wife was talking to all the Indian friends she befriended on Facebook. She was looking so happy. I have never seen this happy in a very long time. Though my wife and I were enjoying your sex lives, after having three sons, we totally had no time for sex. By this time we had even lost spice in our sex lives. A couple of times we spoke about spicing up our sex lives, but we never really kicked started. As I changed and slept next to my wife, she was still busy talking with her Facebook friends. As I spooned and slept behind her and closed my eyes, the thought of the Cab Driver hugging my wife, feeling her up, lifting her dress and looking at her black panties, came to my mind and all of a sudden I started having a boner. As my wife started feeling my boner, she turned around and gave me a nughty smile. As I continued thinking about the Cab driver romancing my wife in the name of helping me carry her, I started getting horny and feeling my boner, my wife got horny as well, and turned around and started hugging me. I started hugging my wife back, just like the way the Driver was hugging my wife. Getting her naked quickly, I started making love to my wife. As I was on top of my wife and making love to her, the thought of the Driver sleeping on top of her in the cab, kept me more excited and started enjoying making love to my wife. It has been years since I was so excited while fucking my wife, and now all of a sudden my wife’s pussy was feeling like heaven. “Mmmmmmmmmm… Gopi mmmmmmmm…..feels so good baby, why weren’t you doing this to me all these years,” my wife moaned like a whore, holding my face. The more I thought about the Driver romancing my wife last night, the more excited I was and making love to my wife passionately. “Mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm,” my wife was moaning, spreading her legs wider and accommodating my cock deep inside her pussy. “Mmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm,” she continued to moan as she was about to cum. As I was enjoying making love to my wife thinking about the middle aged cab driver who was romancing my wife, the thought of him carrying my wife over his shoulder and inserting his hands under my wife’s dress and grabbing my wife’s ass was getting more excited and I was making love to my wife like a pro. “Mmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm,” my wife was moaning and enjoying. “Mmmmmmmmmm… Gopi mmmmmmmmmm….. I am loving it baby… mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmmm,” my wife continued moaning. Clearly she was going to cum and I was about to cum as well. The moment I started thinking about the way he took my my wife away from me in the lift and hugging her in the lift and feeling her up came to my mind, and carried her inside my room and placed her on bed slept on top her for a brief second, I could not hold it anymore, “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm,” I moaned and came inside my wife’s pussy. At the same time, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah mmmmmmmmmmm,” my wife left out a moan and came all over my cock and hugged me tight. “I love you Baby, I love you,” my wife said and started hugging me tight and made me rest my head on her chest. Clearly my wife love it and I loved it, and the one person whom I should thank for the amazing sex was the cab Driver. Making me relax in bed, my wife went to have her shower and came out wearing her maroon colour panties and wore a white nightie and slept next to me, and started talking to my sons and family friends over the phone as it was daytime there in Canada.
The next day, at around 10 AM, like yesterday, my wife Shwetha was sleeping comfortably on the luxurious bed. Since she had not gotten used to the change of time zones from Canada to India, daytime in India was like night to my wife and she was sleeping peacefully. She was in bed only in her white nightie with no bra inside, of course she was wearing her maroon colour panteis inside . As I was busy mailing my clients in Canada and at the same time was having a phone conversation with my team here in India, someone knocked on the door. I knew it was the room service guy again who was ogling at my wife yesterday and even touched my wife’s boobs over her t-shirt. I hung up on the call and as I went to answer the door and tell him not to disturb my wife, the thought of him ogling at my wife yesterday came to my mind and all of a sudden I started having a boner. “My god, what is happening to me?!” I exclaimed and at the same time excited. “Let's take him inside and let him ogle at Shwetha,” I said to myself and slowly lifted my wife’s nightie above her waist and revealed her maroon colour panties she was wearing inside, and went to answer the door.
“Sir, room service,” he said. “Come inside,” I said pretending to be over the phone. As he went inside and followed him pretending to be talking over the phone, he stood frozen looking at my wife, whose nightie had gone all the way above her waist and revealing her maroon color panties. “Sir, madam,” he exclaimed pointing at my wife sleeping revealing her maroon color panties. “Just a moment,” I said, pretending to be talking to someone over the phone, “ah yes, madam is sleeping don’t disturb her,” I said and sat on the sofa which was near the bed. “But sir, her panteis ..!” he exclaimed at the same time licking his lips and ogling at my wife’s crotch area over her panteis. “Yeah, what’s with her panties? They are fine, right?” I said and looked at my wife’s crotch area and looked at the room service guy. “What is your name?” I asked. “Ravi, sir,” he said. “Ravi, I understand what you are trying to say, but my wife is a foreigner, she is used to wearing Bikinis, swimsuits, and underwear, please don’t mind, okay?” I said. “Do you want me to cover my wife’s panties for you, if you are feeling uncomfortable?” I asked. “No sir, I am fine,” he said, watching my wife’s pussy and over her panties and ogling. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?” I said. “Oh, she is gorgeous, sir.!” he exclaimed. “She is more beautiful in her bikini,” I said. “You have the pictures in your phone, sir?” he asked. “Yeah, I will show you later,” I said. The guy was having a boner, “alright, I have a call to make, you just ignore my wife and start cleaning okay? If you are still feeling uncomfortable, just pull her nightie down and cover her panteis okay?” I said and went near the balcony and pretended that I was busy with someone over the phone. Thinking that I am busy over the phone, he sat on the edge of the bed and placed both his hands on each side of my wife’s waist. He took his face close to my wife’s pussy over her maroon colour panties, and started sniffing my wife’s pussy. As he looked at me, I pretended to be looking outside and busy over the phone. Thinking that I am busy and I am not going to look at him, he got bolder and sat next to my wife’s waist and gently caught my wife’s nightie and started lifting it up, and pulling his cock out of his pant and started stroking his cock with his right hand and inserted his left hand under my wife’s nightie and gently started placing his hand over her naked boobs inside her nightie and started stroking his cock. He totally ignored me and was feeling up my wife’s naked boobs with his left hand and stroking his cock. He could not hold it any more and came all over the floor and took his hand off my wife’s boobs and got up and left the room. As I went and slept next to my wife, I was horny and badly wanted to make love to my wife, that’s when I got a call from my team and continued with my business call.
In the evening my wife and I were getting ready to go to the pub, this time my wife wore her leggings and tops to look more Indian. Me and my wife went to the reception, as my wife sat on the couch, I asked the receptionist to arrange a cab for us, specifically asked the same cab driver who used my wife up nicely the other day. The same cab driver came to the reception. The moment I saw him, I got horny and started talking to him in a friendly way, “good evening sir,” he said. “Good evening, Mr….?” as I tried to know his name. “Balu, sir,” he said. “Shwetha, come here,” I called my wife, as my wife got up from the sofa and came near me. “The cab is ready?” she asked. “Yeah, you remember who this is?” I asked. “I don’t don’t, but it seems like the cab driver who took us to the pub last time,” my wife said. “Yeah, his name is Balu. Balu helped us a lot on that day, Shwetha. He helped me carry you to the room after you got drunk,” I said. “This is so embarrassing. I am so sorry Balu,” my wife said. “Nothing to be sorry, madam, it's my duty to help people,” he said. “You are so kind of you, Balu,” as I said. “Let's get out of here and talk about the rest of the things in the car,” he said and we got into his car and started going to the pub we went to last night. As we were heading towards the pub “Balu, are you free tomorrow?” I asked. “Yes, sir,” he said. “I have a business meeting tomorrow, can you take my wife shopping?” I said. “Yeah, Gopi, I was waiting to tell you this, I am getting bored staying at the Hotel already and I need to shop,” my wife said. “Don’t worry madam, tomorrow I will take you to all the western dress stores,” the driver said. “Balu, I want to shop for Indian sarees,” my wife said. “Don’t worry madam, I will take you to buy Sarees,” Balu said. “Why don’t you surprise me with a Saree after you come back from saree shopping, Shwetha, you will look even more Indian,” I said. “That’s a good idea, sir, I will help buy Sarees, blouses, petticoats, bra, and panteis for Madam tomorrow,” he said. The guy was clearly horny and was happily mentioning about buying bras and panteis for my wife. “She already has her bra and panties, Balu,” I said. “Yeah,” my dumb wife said. “Madam, those are Canadian bras and panteis madam, when in India wear Indian, everything Indian,” he said. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. My wife loves India so much, Balu, she will wear Indian sarees and blouses with pride,” I said. “Madam wants to be only on the outside and not inside,” he said. “I did not get you, Balu?” I said. “Sir, madam wants to wear Indian sarees on the blouses outside, but inside she wants to wear Canadian bras and panties,” he said in a disappointed tone. “It's not like that, “ as my wife was about to say something. “Balu is right, Shwetha, wear everything Indian, inside as well. Balu, take my wife to a nice undergarment shop and help her buy some nice Indian bras and panties,” I said. “What do you say, Madam?” he asked my wife. “Alright … alright ..” my wife agreed.
As we arrived at the pub, I took Balu’s number and went inside. Like last time my wife was getting drunk, and she wanted to pee and left the table. While she came back, she came back with a young man, “Gopi, this is Vishal, while coming out of the washroom, I tripped, and Vishal caught me and saved me from falling down. Thank you so much, Vishal,” my wife said. “Hi, Vishal,” I said and shook his hand. “Vishal, I think you should join us,” my wife said and called the waiter to bring a chair for Vishal. “Madam, I am waiting for my friends, they are on their way,” Vishal said. “You can wait here until your friends come, Vishal,” my wife said. “Yeah, Vishal, please join us for a drink,” I said. “Vishal, how did you know that I was going to fall and you all of a sudden came out of nowhere and caught me?” my wife asked. “Actually, I thought you were a college girl, since you were alone I thought of coming up to you and asking you if you would join me for a dance,” Vishal said. Vishal thinking about asking my wife to dance with him itself was turning me on and I was excited to watch them dance together already. “Oh my God, College girl? I am married and have three sons, Vishal,” my wife said and started blushing. “Shwetha, I am not saying this because I am drunk, you look pretty young, like Vishal thought, you look like a college girl. I am looking at you both, you both look like college lovers,” as I said, my wife started blushing as I don’t usually compliment her and Vishal started looking at my wife’s blushing reaction and was licking his lips. “Vishal, why don’t you take my wife and dance with her, meanwhile I will make a call to my business team and at the same time finish my drinks,” I said. “Gopi, come on, I can’t dance,” my wife said. “I will teach you, come, Madam,” he said and caught my wife’s hand. “Vishal, seriously I can’t dance,” as my wife was not ready to dance with him. “Just hold me and stand, I will do all the dancing,” he said and caught my wife’s both hands and started pulling my wife up. “Go Shwetha, just enjoy yourself,” as I said. My wife got up and went with Vishal.
As he took my wife to the floor where other pairs were dancing, he softly placed my wife’s hands on his shoulders and grabbed her wait, and my wife turned around and looked at me. I showed her a thumbs up, encouraging her to enjoy herself. Quickly Vishal got my wife into the groove and started making my wife dance with him. As he was holding my wife’s waist and dancing, he signalled her to look at me, as they both looked at me, I smiled at them and showed them the okay gesture with my hand, my wife smiled back at me, and he said something to my wife and my wife started blushing and he hugged my wife and my wife hugged him back and looked at me. As I showed her the okay gesture with my hand and smiled at my wife, my wife blew me a kiss. Clearly she was horny, since she was drunk, she let her emotions free, and at the same time realising that I was encouraging her from the table, she started hugging him with all the love and enjoying herself. My wife had a weakness for younger guys, I have noticed her freely hugging my sons’ school seniors back.
On my elder son’s birthday, he had invited his school senior guys as well, and after the birthday as everyone started to leave, one of his school senior guys, who happens to be a student from Africa, hugged my wife, since the guy was ugly she did not hug him back properly. When my son’s other senior guy, who happened to be white guy named Arthur, nicely built guy, hugged my wife, she just cut loose and took him to her embrace and even kissed his cheeks and sent him home. She quickly ran to the washroom and came back washing her face. I entered the washroom to see why she rushed to the washroom, I saw her panteis in the laundry bag. As I picked up her panteis, the portion near her pussy of her panties were totally wet, that’s when I realised my wife had a weakness for young guys and just hugging them would get her panties wet. Not just that day, every time Arthur came to our house and went to hug my wife, my wife used to happily hug him back and kiss his cheeks. One day Arthur had even convinced her to wear a bikini for him, and my horny but dumb wife, had wore the red color bikini he gifited for her and was posing for him nicely at my swimming pool, and he was taking pictures of her. Once Arthur was done taking pictures of my wife in her red bikini, he kept the camera on the swimming pool lounger and hugged my wife who was in her red bikini and jumped into the pool. Clearly he was romancing my wife in the pool and my wife was letting him romance all he wanted. I was watching all this from my bedroom balcony and I got pissed off and yelled at my wife and she came out of the pool. That was the last time Arthur came to my house, but somehow I came to know that my wife meets him every now and then at Mr. Sub, where he works part time. When I was in India last time, Arthur had taken my wife to his place and was making love to my wife, which I came to know only recently through his girlfriend. Though I was angry at my wife, thinking about my sons I tried to forget it. This time while coming to India, I brought my wife along, so that she doesn’t sleep around with Arthur while I am in India.
Now I am in India, and all of a sudden I see a change in me and I was enjoying others romancing my wife. As I was watching my wife hugging Vishal back, at the pub, the thought of Arthur came to my mind, “as soon as I take my wife back to Canada, I have to invite Arthur home and allow him to romance my wife,” I said to myself. I was feeling horny already watching Vishal hug and dance with my wife and my wife was hugging him back and smiling at me. Picking up my glass, I went past all the tables and reached my wife and Vishal, “how is the college girl dancing, Vishal?” I asked giggling, acting as if I was too drunk. “Gopi, stop it,” my wife chuckled. “She is just perfect, sir,” Vishal said. “No, you are perfect, Vishal. Isn’t he, Shwetha? Look how comfortable he had made you feel,” I said. My wife was smiling at me and blushing, perhaps the drink was making her do it. But she was enjoying herself hugging her kind of guy, the younger guys. “Thank you Sir. Madam, you want to go have a drink and come?” he asked. “No Vishal, I will be with you,” my wife said. She was clearly horny and was in no mood to leave Vishal. “I am not telling you this because I am drunk, but Shwetha, you and Vishal look great together, like lovers,” I said. As my wife blushed, “Sir, she looks younger than me,” Vishal said. “Oh come on Vishal,” my wife exclaimed and smiled at him. “You are madam. Look how beautiful your eyes are, look how beautiful your lips are,” he said and looked at my wife’s lips. “Alright, I think I am disturbing you, I will go back to my table, you guys have fun,” I said, and as I was returning back to my table, to my shock, Vishal and my wife were kissing each other’s lips. As I went and sat at my table, my wife stopped kissing his lips back and looked at me, and I smiled at her and she smiled back at me. As Vishal brought his lips close to my wife’s lips to kiss her lips again, “no” she nodded, and smiled at him and was telling him something. He turned around and looked at me, and he smiled and holding my wife’s hand he came towards the table and they both sat. “What happened guys?” I asked. “Can I take your wife to my place?” he asked.
My wife was shocked at his boldness, but I got horny, “is it safe?” I asked. “No, I am not going anywhere without you, Gopi,” my wife said. “How far is your house from here, Vishal?” I asked. “Just 10 minutes from here. Why don’t you guys join me for dinner at my house, I am alone at home,” he said. “What about your friends, whom you are waiting for?” I asked. “Fuck them. You are more important to me now than my friends,” he said looking at my wife and my wife though started to blush, she controlled herself. Clearly my wife was horny and was ready to go to bed with him. Besides, she is drunk now. “What do you say, Gopi?” my wife asked. The way she asked made me horny. She asked as if she was begging me to take her to his house. “We can go to his house,” as I was saying, my wife and Vishal got excited and were having huge smiles on their faces, “we can go to his house, under one condition,” I said. “What is it, Sir?” Vishal asked. “You both should dance for me and entertain me,” I said. “I would love to dance with Shwetha, sir,” Vishal. “All of a sudden started calling her Shwetha, instead of Madam?” I asked playfully. “We got close pretty quickly Sir. Besides, she looks pretty young,” Vishal said. “He thinks I am younger than him, Gopi, and told me that he will only call me by my name,” my wife said casually smiling. “Are you okay with Sir’s condition, Shwetha?” Vishal asked, smiling at my wife. “Vishal, I can’t dance, you know that,” my wife said. “Just hold me like you were holding, and I will take care of the rest of the things,” he said and winked at my wife. My wife was looking at my reaction, “Sir, are you sure you want to watch us dance? I mean, my dance moves are more romantic and passionate. Won’t you feel uncomfortable watching me dancing with Shwetha dancing in a romantic way?” Vishal asked. “I don’t know, but I enjoyed the way you both were dancing today,” I said. “Hmmmmm… in that case, I am gonna dance with Shwetha, just the way I was dancing with Shwetha, but since I am gonna dance at my place I will naturally be more comfortable and get more romantic with Shwetha,” as he was saying looking at my wife, “I understand,” I was saying and he was openly lusting my wife, and my wife was licking her lips and putting her head down. Clearly she was horny. “I mean, while I am dancing with Shwetha, in a flow there are chances that I might romance Shwetha too much. At any point if you feel I am romancing too much while dancing with Shwetha, please stop me okay?” Vishal said. “Shwetha, if I lose control and start romancing you too much while dancing, please feel free to let me know okay?” Vishal said. “Sure,” my wife said softly and smiled at him. “Shwetha, we are gonna be fine, okay?” Vishal said, placing his hands over my wife’s hand. “I think we are wasting time, let's go to my place now,” Vishal said and called the waiter and asked him for the bill. As we were waiting for the bill, Vishal’s friends came there and started coming near us. “Hey, why weren’t you returning my calls?” one of his friends asked. “Sir, these are my friends,” as he was trying to introduce his friends to us, his friends just dragged him with them and he just went along with them. I was disappointed, and my wife was more disappointed. We didn’t speak a word and ordered for more drinks and started to get drunk. “I thought we were gonna have nice fun in his house, Shwetha,” I said. “Me too, Gopi,” as my wife was saying, Vishal started running into the pub, and came right to my wife. As my wife was sitting and sipping her drinks, he grabbed my wife’s hair from behind with his left hand and lifted her head upwards and started kissing her lips, and my wife totally ignoring me started kissing his lips back. I started getting horny and started having a boner in my pants. As I tried to pick up my phone and video record Vishal kissing my wife’s, my phone battery was just 5%, and decided not to video record and enjoy watching live smooching. As Vishal was grabbing my wife’s hair with his left hand and kissing her lips passionately, “why don’t you sit down and kiss my wife comfortably, we started missing you already,” I said. “I started missing, Shwetha, as well Sir, that’s why I came running to give you my contact number,” he said and gave his card. “Call me, I have to go immediately,” Vishal said and immediately started to leave. “Vishal ……,” my wife called, but he continued to run. “Go, Shwetha, catch him, or else we are going to miss him too much,” as I said, my wife, though half drunk, somehow started running and caught him at the stairs. When I looked through the window, “Vishal,” my wife called and Vishal who was at the corner of the stairs where my wife was standing drunk and the driver came to help. He turned around and looked at my wife running towards him, and he, with open arms, took my wife into his arms and hugged her. “I am gonna miss you,” as my wife said, he held my wife’s face and started kissing her lips and she was kissing his lips back. “Shwetha …. Shwetha… Shwetha…” he said, pausing the smooch and holding my wife’s face. “I will come back to you soon, okay.. Write your hotel address and Room number, here, please,” he said and gave her his card and a pen. As my wife was crying and writing down our Hotel name and other details on the card, “Shwetha, I am gonna miss you so much,” speaking emotionally, he went behind my wife and hugged her from behind. “I want you badly, Shwetha, I want this … I want this ….” speaking emotionally, he grabbed my wife’s pussy over her leggings. “Shwetha… I am gonna have this soon…. I am gonna have this soon,” speaking emotionally he inserted his right hand inside my wife’s leggings and panteis and grabbed her naked pussy. The moment he touched my wife’s naked pussy, “mmmmmmmm,......” she moaned and exclaimed at the same time and dropped the his pen and his card on the stairs and as she got down a couple of stairs and pick up his pen, the stairs door opened and bunch of guys started chasing Vishal and he started running back towards switched off all the power supply, turning the entire area dark and escaped from the place. While it was dark, people started switching on the phone lights, I switched on my phone right and started running out to the stairs where my wife was standing. The place was so chaotic and people started running everywhere in the dark. By the time I reached my wife, who was scared, the driver started taking the stairs and running towards my wife. Through the darkness, with the help of the phone light, we saw the driver pushing the crowd and coming towards us to save us, “where is Sir, madam?” he asked my wife. “I am here,” as I said. “Let's get the hell out here madam, fast,” he said and started carrying my wife over his shoulder and the very next moment my phone battery gave off and my phone switched off. “Gopi,” my wife, who was over the driver’s right shoulder, called in the dark, trying to reach for me, “I am here, baby,” I said and caught her hand. “My God..!” my wife exclaimed. “What happened?” I asked. “Gopi, someone is removing my leggings,” my wife exclaimed. “Who is the fuck is that?” the driver started yelling. “Fucking perverts,” the driver started yelling at the crowd in the dark and started getting down the stairs one after the other. “Oh my God, Gopi mmmmm… someone is removing my panties as well,” as my wife started to exclaim, the power came back, and to my shock it was the driver who was removing my wife’s panteis with his left hand. Since my wife was over his right shoulder, she would not see who was removing her panteis. “Perverts… Fucking drunk perverts,” he started yelling at the crowd and removed my wife’s panties completely and put it inside left pocket. “Thank God, the light is back, move you bloody drunkards,” he started yelling at the crowd and got my wife’s off his shoulder and hugged my wife with her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbing my wife’s naked ass cheeks, he started getting down the stairs among the slow moving crowd as slowly as he could enjoying the feel of my wife’s ass cheeks in his hands. “Sir,” he called as I went next to him. “Some pervert has removed her leggings and panties, Sir,” as he said my wife was looking at me with an uncomfortable facial reaction. “Hold on to him, Shwetha, we will get out in a minute,” I said and my wife hugged him and closed her eyes. “Madam, you want me to search for your panties and leggings?” he asked my wife. Without saying a word, my wife was just hugging him and biting her lips uneasily as if she was about to cum. As I somehow, through the crowd went past the driver who was hugging my wife and carrying her, and bent down and see what he was doing, to my shock, grabbing my wife’s naked ass cheeks, he was fingering my wife’s pussy, and his fingers were full of my wife’s juices. “Gopi mmmmmmmmmm,” my wife called, as I went behind the driver and looked at my wife’s face, “I can’t … I can’t … I am gonna cum… I am gonna cum… mmmmmmmmm mmmm,” she moaned hugging him tight and holding my chin with her left hand, “I love you, mmmmmmmmm,,,” she moaned and pulled my lips close to her lips, “mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmm,” she moaned and started kissing my lips. “Did you cum?” I whispered. “Yeah,” she said, this time with a naughty smile and hugged him tight and gave me a naughty smile.
As we reached the exit, the driver dropped her down, my wife was feeling embarrassed and did not even look at the driver. “Sir, cover madam on both sides, she is bottom naked,” he said and made my wife walk in between us and took my wife in his car. As he started the car and started moving, not a word we spoke. As we reached our Hotel, “here madam, take this shawl,” the driver said and gave a shawl to my wife to cover her lower body. “Thanks Balu,” my wife said and wrapped it around her waist and we went to our room. My wife was totally sad, as we reached our room she started removing her clothes. “Gopi, give this to Balu and come,” she said and gave me the driver’s shawl and went to the shower. As I went down and asked the receptionist, she said Balu has gone to drop a guest and he will be back in 10 minutes. As I went back to the room, my wife already had her shower and wrapped a towel around her body and was blow drying her hair in front of the mirror. She was totally absent minded, though he had blow dried her hair already, she was still keeping the blow dryer on. “Shwetha… Shwetha…” I shook her and brought her back to senses. “What happened to you?” I asked, placing my hands on her shoulders and helped her stand up. As she stood up the towel she was wrapping herself with gave off and fell down, and she was naked now, “I know what is bothering you now,” I said and carried her naked and placed her in bed and I got naked quickly and slept next to her in bed. “Shwetha, I am missing Vishal already,” I said, sleeping next to my wife and placing my right hand gently over her belly. “Me too, Gopi,” my wife whispered looking at me. “I am gonna find him for you, Shwetha,” I said. “Gopi..!” my wife exclaimed, as she did not know what to say and how to say. “He likes you, Shwetha, the romance he had with you felt so real, and I loved it. That’s the reason I let him dance with you, Shwetha,” I whispered. “Gopi..!” she exclaimed and turned towards me. “You both looked like a great pair, Shwetha, and I loved the way you both were kissing each other’s lips, Shwetha,” I whispered. “Gopi..!” she exclaimed. She was loving the way I was telling her that I was okay with Vishal romancing her. “I am gonna find him soon for you, my love, and I am gonna let him romance you, and I am gonna let him have you completely in this very bed, and I am gonna watch you enjoy making love to Vishal,” I said and slept on top of my wife and hugged her. “Gopi..!” my wife exclaimed and hugged me. “Because I love you, my love,” I said and started making love to my wife. “Oh Gopi… mmmmm mmmm mmmm…” my wife started moaning. “Next time it's gonna be Vishal’s cock inside your pussy, and you are gonna love it mmmmm mmmmm,” as I was saying and making love to her, I was getting too excited and so was she. “Keep your pussy ready for Vishal, okay, Shwetha?” I asked. “Mmmmmm… Gopi…. mmmmmmm….” she exclaimed and moaned. She exclaimed as if she was agreeing to what I said. “Now give me a smile,” I said, and my wife’s face brightened and she started to smile. That was clearly a horny smile, as she was so happy that I am gonna let her sleep with Vishal.
The very next moment, she got a call from Vishal. “It must be Vishal, I left him a message to call me,” my wife said and got off the bed and went near the mirror where she left her phone. As she answered the call, “leave it on the speaker,” I said and she left it on the speaker, “Hi Vishal,” my wife said. “Hi Shwetha, how are you? Did you reach home safely?” he said. “Yeah, Vishal, I am fine, we reached the hotel safely. My husband wants to talk to you as well, the phone is on speaker, you can say hi to him,” my wife said and kept the phone on the dressing table. I was horny and was hugging my naked wife from behind and was enjoying the way she was getting excited talking to Vishal. “Hi Sir, how are you? Who was the guy who was carrying you, Shwetha?” he asked. “He was our driver, Vishal, a very nice guy,” as I said. “He isn’t, he is a pervert. When the lights were almost gone at the stairs, he removed Shwetha’s leggings and removed her panties as well and took full advantage of her and fingered her pussy. I tried so hard to save her, but the crowd pushed me away. “I knew he was a pervert, right from the day 1, forget about him, Vishal, where you, we are missing you already,” my wife said in a desperate tone. “Are you safe, Vishal, I am missing you already,” my wife said in an emotional tone. “I am missing you too, Shwetha, I wanna hug you now, Shwetha,” he said. “Vishal, if you ever want to hug my wife, now is the best time, because she is naked now,” I said and hugged my naked wife from behind and kissed her right cheek, and she was blushing. I could hear the ring of the lift opening on Vishal’s call, which gave me a feeling that he was very close to us. “Can’t wait to hug your naked wife’s sir,” Vishal exclaimed. “Vishal ….,” my wife exclaimed, and when I accidentally placed my hand on my wife’s inner thighs, I could feel her juices flowing through her pussy and inner thighs already, as she was excited to make love to Vishal. “Shwetha…!” Vishal exclaimed. “I can feel you already, Shwetha, don’t get dressed please,” Vishal said in a desperate tone. “Don’t worry, Vishal, I will keep her naked, come and have my wife now,” as I said and looked at my wife she started blushing. “Open the door, Sir, I am at your doorstep,” Vishal said and started knocking on the door. “Oh my God..!” my wife exclaimed and tried to pick up her towel to cover herself, but I grabbed her from behind and carried her along with me to the doorstep. “Gopi, nooo,” my wife exclaimed and pushed me and ran towards the wardrobe and started wearing her white t-shirt, and by the time I wrapped a towel around me and opened the door for Vishal, my wife picked up her white panties and started wearing it. “Hello Sir, where is your wife?” and looked directly at Shwetha who was wearing her panties, “Vishal, just give me a second, I will wear something,” as my wife tried to say. Vishal started walking towards my wife, “Shwetha, I missed you,” Vishal said and readily hugged my wife who was only in her white t-shirt and her white panteis. “I missed you too, Vishal, just gimme a moment, I will wear something,” my wife was feeling uncomfortable as she was revealing her panteis. “You are wearing fine, here, wear this,” he said and picked up a long yellow skirt from the wardrobe and gave it to my wife. My wife, who was in a hurry to cover her panties and legs, grabbed the long yellow skirt and started wearing it. “Sir, let's go,” Vishal said. “Where?!” my wife and I exclaimed at the same time. “To my place,” he said.
“I know you are leaving for Canada tomorrow and I don’t want to waste this night. I have arranged for dinner as well, let's go now so that you can come back here early” he said. My wife must have lied to him that we are leaving for Canada tomorrow so that Vishal comes back to meet her. My wife looked at me, asking what shall we do, “just give me a second, Vishal, shall wear my clothes and come,” I said and started wearing my clothes. “Just give me a second as well Vishal, shall wear my clothes and come,” as my wife said, “you are just fine, Shwetha,” he said and held my wife’s hand. “There are certain things I need to wear, Vishal,” my wife whispered. Clearly my wife was horny and excited. “Like what, Shwetha?” Vishal asked. “My brassiere,” my wife whispered. “You don’t have to,” Vishal whispered looking at my wife’s boobs over her t-shirt. “I have to, Vishal, I can’t walk around dangling,” my wife whispered. “If you wear your bra now, I am not going to talk to you from now on,” Vishal said in a strict tone. “Vishal..!” my wife exclaimed. “What is happening?” I asked, getting ready to leave for Vishal’s place. “Nothing, shall we go now?” Vishal asked. “Yup,” I said and my wife, adjusting her t-shirt, started to leave along with us. As the lift opened and we entered inside, and we were getting down, I looked at my wife’s t-shirt, since it was tight, her boobs and nipples were poking through the t-shirt, which she did not notice. We reached the ground floor, and I went to the receptionist and asked for Driver Balu, and she informed him and asked me to wait. As my wife, Vishal and I waited for the driver, Vishal was sitting next to my wife and I was sitting opposite to her, and they both were giggling and enjoying their conversation, and my wife was laughing, picking him and patting him. It has been years since the last time I saw her this happy. As she was laughing and looking at me I started smiling at her, “what are you both laughing so hard about?” I said and went near them and sat next to my wife. She was now in between me and Vishal, “Vishal is making me laugh with all the Adult jokes, Gopi,” my wife said. “Can I hear one, Vishal?” I whispered. “No you can’t, it's all about your wife, Sir,” Vishal said. “It's okay, please feel free to flood me with all the adult jokes about my wife,” I whispered. “No Vishal, no,” my wife was whispering and squeezing Vishal’s hand. “Just one joke, Shwetha, Sir will not mind, he is a liberal person, he can take a joke,” Vishal said. “Yeah, Shwetha, I am liberal person, I am okay with adult jokes about you, please go ahead Vishal,” I said. “Sir, your wife is having a shower and thinking about me, and after shower she comes out and towels herself, and I appear out of nowhere and see her naked and turn her around and if I bend her over, what do I see?” Vishal asked. “Vishal, don’t tell him the answer,” my wife said. “Wait, Shwetha, let him answer first,” Vishal said. “Please tell me the joke once again, Vishal,” I said. “Sir, your wife is having a shower and thinking about me, and after shower she comes out and towels herself, and I appear out of nowhere and see her naked and turn her around and if I bend her over, what do I see?” Vishal asked. “You will see my wife’s beautiful pussy, Vishal, and it tastes good,” I whispered. “Gopi mmmm…” my wife exclaimed. The receptionist looked at me and indicated that Driver Balu had come. “Just a moment guys,” I said, as I was tying my shoelaces to get up and leave. “Wait a minute, is it true?” Vishal asked my wife. “What?” my wife was blushing. “That, your pussy tastes good?” Vishal asked. “Vishal … What is this?” my wife exclaimed with a smile. “Your husband said that, not me,” Vishal said. “He is lying,” my wife said and was laughing and laughing. “Well, there is one way to find out if he is lying,” Vishal said, biting his lips and laughing. “Hey, don’t get any ideas mister,” my wife said laughing. As I finished tying my shoelaces and was about to get up, I leaned towards Vishal, “you will love the taste of my wife’s pussy, Vishal,” I whispered and stood up to leave.
“Gopi ..mmmmmm What is this,” my wife exclaimed and playfully slapped my back and I laughed and went towards Driver Balu who was waiting outside. “The cab is ready, sir,” he said. “Okay Balu, I will bring my wife and our guest,” I said and went towards sat next to my wife and Vishal. “Gopi, Vishal wants to say something,” my wife said. “What is it, Vishal?” I asked. “Sir, that driver is not a good person, I saw him removing Shwetha’s leggings and panties and fingering her, he is a pervert,” Vishal said. “We are leaving tomorrow, Vishal, I don’t want to confront him now and create any trouble now. I want to leave for Canada tomorrow peacefully,” I said. “He is right Vishal,” as my wife agreed to what I said, “okay, let's go now,” Vishal said and we got up and went into Driver Balu’s car. Vishal sat next to the Driver and was showing him his place’s route and me and my wife were sitting in the back seat. “Shwetha, did Balu really finger your pussy?” I whispered into my wife’s ear. “Gopi, he is an old man, let's not make it an issue,” my wife whispered into my ear. “Exactly Shwetha, he must have got horny after hugging you and started removing your leggings and panteis and started fingering your pussy,” I whispered into my wife’s ear. “Yeah, Gopi,” my wife whispered into my ear. “Even on the day 1, Balu, in the name of helping me carry you, was romancing you like anything, Shwetha,” I whispered into my wife’s ear. “I know, Gopi, but I was too drunk to react to it. He even kissed my lips when he placed me in bed, Gopi, that I remember clearly,” my wife whispered into my ear. “Men here are going crazy about you Shwetha, instead of getting angry at them, I am enjoying all the attention you are getting, Shwetha,” I whispered into my wife’s ear. “You are crazy, Gopi,” my wife whispered and started laughing softly. Clearly she was happy that I am not getting angry about all the attention she is getting from all the men here. “Balu has been romancing me like crazy, Gopi. He kissed my lips many times and he was this close to making love to me. I did not say anything to you thinking that you will fight with him and create trouble, and next time you won’t bring me to India,” my wife whispered into my ear. “I am gonna bring you to India every time I come here and enjoy watching these men go crazy about you,” I whispered into my wife’s ear. “You are crazy,” my wife said, laughing. “Guess what? I enjoyed watching Balu romance you in the name of helping me carry you,” I whispered into my wife’s ear. “Gopi, India has changed you,” my wife said smiling. “Indians have changed me,” I said and laughed. “Stop here,” Vishal said and signaled the security guard of the Apartment to open the gate, and the security guard opened the gate and Vishal asked Driver Balu to take the car towards the parking lot. As Balu parked the car in the basement, we got down from the car, “Sir, how long will it take?” Balu asked. “I will update you, Balu,” I said and me and my wife followed Vishal towards the lift. As the lift opened, “it's on the 10th floor,” Vishal said and pressed the 10th floor button and looked at my wife and smiled at her, and my wife smiled back at him. “The lift is pretty slow here, it will take a while to reach the 10th floor, I want to apologize for that,” he said. “It's okay, Vishal,” as I said. He smiled at me and looked at my wife, “sorry, Shwetha, I did not let you wear your bra,” Vishal said looking at my wife’s nipples poking through her tight white t-shirt, “it's okay,” my wife blushed and tried to turn the other side. “Wow, so beautiful, she is sir,” Vishal exclaimed looking at my wife sideways. “She is, Vishal, I am so proud of her,” I said. “Have you thought about letting Shwetha act in Tamil or Telugu movies?” he asked, and my wife looked at me. “No, Vishal, I never really thought about it,” as I was saying, “do you speak Telugu, Shwetha?” Vishal asked. “No, Vishal, I only know English, French, and Tamil,” my wife answered. “My friend is making a Telugu film and he is looking for a Heroine, a beautiful South Indian woman, if you are okay, I can introduce him to you, the pay is good,” Vishal said looking at my wife. “I don’t know Telugu, Vishal,” my wife said. “Don’t worry, Shwetha, there are not many dialogues. The Hero is here in Chennai looking for a heroine, I am pretty sure if he sees you he would love to cast you in the movie. Again, it's a romantic subject, there is not much dialogue, and you just have to let him romance you on screen, what do you say?” Vishal said. Before even we could respond, “He will have no audition whatsoever if he sees you,
I know the Hero’s taste, he will readily cast you in the movie and pay you whatever you ask for. If you act in this movie, you will have instant fame. You are the kind of heroine he is looking for, and I am pretty sure he is going to enjoy romancing you on screen,” Vishal said. “Vishal, we already have enough money,” I said. “I can see,” Vishal said and smiled at me and the lift door opened and he held my wife’s hand and took her out of the lift. “I understand, that you are just into off screen romance,” he said and looked at my wife and my wife blushed. “We have three sons, Vishal, and they won’t be comfortable watching the heroes romancing Shwetha on screen,” I said. “Yeah Vishal,” my wife said in a disappointed tone. “I understand, Shwetha. If you were single you would have readily come with me to the Telugu film industry and let them romance you for good, wouldn’t you, Shwetha?” he said, ticking my wife and my wife started laughing. “Wouldn’t you?” he asked, holding my wife’s face. “What?” my wife asked with her subsiding laugh. “The Hero is here in Chennai looking for a heroine, if you were single and had I asked you to come with me to meet the hero, you would have come with me to meet the hero and agreed to let him romance you on screen nicely, wouldn’t you, Shwetha?” he asked my wife. “You are so desperate to make my wife act in Telugu movies, aren’t you, Vishal?” I asked. “It's my job, sir,” Vishal said, taking his hands off my wife’s cheeks. “I own a Casting Management Agency, Sir. I can easily identify girls who are heroine material. Shwetha, to me, is a perfect Heroine material, just perfect for the Telugu Industry heroes to romance,” he said and smiled at my wife and my wife was taking whatever he was saying as a compliment and smiling at him. We then reached his house and he opened the door and welcomed us in. His apartment was pretty small, tiny in fact, and his bedroom was even more small and could occupy only a single bed. “Please have a seat sir,” he said, pointing to a 3-seater sofa which occupied half the living room. As my wife tried to sit next to me, “wait Shwetha,” he said and held my wife’s hand and gently pulled her close to him. “When a guest comes to our house for the first time, we have to kiss them on their lips, it's our family tradition,” Vishal said and started kissing my wife’s lips. At first she was taken aback and was not kissing his lips properly, but as Vishal continued licking, sucking, tasting, kissing my wife’s lips, she started kissing his lips back passionately. Clearly he was getting my wife into the groove, and my wife who had come just for that was getting sucked up into him, and I was getting a boner already. Placing his hands over my wife’s ass over her long skirt, he broke the kiss and smiled at me, “how is the tradition?” he whispered. She smiled back at him, “mmmmm good tradition,” my wife whispered and started kissing his lips and he started lifting my wife’s long skirt and started grabbing my wife’s ass over her panties. “How do we look together, Sir?” Vishal asked, breaking the kiss and bringing his cheek against my wife’s cheek, but still lifting my wife’s long skirt and grabbing her ass over her white panties.
“You guys look so romantic,” I said. “Aren’t we Shwetha?” he whispered and started hugging my wife, crushing her boobs which were covered with her white t-shirt and crushing them against his chest and kissing all over my wife’s neck and moans started escaping from my wife’s mouth already. “Sir, could you give me a moment, Shwetha and I have got something to discuss,” he said and winked at my wife and my wife started blushing. “Sure, you want me to wait inside your bedroom?” as I asked, he was about to kiss my lips and my wife was about to kiss his lips back. “Mmm.. No, why don’t you go down and come back later?” he asked, placing his right hand over my wife’s neck and bringing down and resting them over my wife’s boobs over her t-shirt. My wife meanwhile was biting her lips and closing her eyes and had already surrendered herself to Vishal. “Vishal, can I wait and admire you guys?” I asked politely. “Shwetha, tell him to give us some privacy,” Vishal said. My wife opened her eyes, “Gopi … could you give us a moment please,” my wife said in almost like a pleading tone. I went near them, “Shwetha, I want to watch this, please,” I whispered in a begging tone. “You are distracting me, Sir,” Vishal whispered, hugging my wife tight, grabbing her ass. “Please,” I whispered looking at my wife, “next time okay?” my wife whispered, holding my chin with her left hand. “Sir please leave, I will video record the whole thing for you on my phone and you can watch it later,” Vishal whispered, kissing my wife’s neck. “What do you say, Shwetha?” he whispered. “Sure,” my wife said, closing her eyes. As I hesitantly started to leave, I stood at the door and turned around and watched them, Vishal started removing my wife’s white t-shirt and threw it on the floor and started placing her hands over my wife’s boobs and whispered something to my wife and my wife was blushing and he started kissing my wife’s lips. As Vishal was squeezing my wife’s boobs and kissing my wife’s lips, my wife was holding his cheeks and kissing his lips passionately. “Mmmmmmm…” as he moaned and took his hands off my wife’s boobs and hugged her, crushing her naked boobs against his chest, “Vishal mmmmmmmmm,” my wife moaned and hugged him back. As Vishal was enjoying feeling my wife’s semi naked body against him, he saw me watching them standing at the door. He broke the hug and whispered something to my wife and came towards the door, “Vishal please, let me just watch from here,” I begged. “Your wife is very horny and ready to get fucked by me, I will record the whole thing and give it to you later, now go wait downstairs,” Vishal whispered and started closing the door. As Vishal was closing the door he turned around and looked at my wife, she smiled at him and was blushing in a horny way, and Vishal closed the door shut.
Obviously I was disappointed that I couldn’t watch Vishal enjoying Shwetha, at the same time I understood that my presence there would distract their concentration. Maybe next time I can’t watch them, I said to myself and reached the basement and went near the car, and knocked on the car, Driver Balu let me inside the car and I sat next to him. “Where is Madam, Sir?” Balu asked. “She is with Vishal,” I said. “You must be careful with this guy, Sir, there were a bunch of guys chasing him and trying to attack him at the pub. As I was saving madam from the chaos at the pub and carrying her down, he tried to push me down, probably he is the one who removed madam’s leggings and panties,” Balu said. “Oh I see,” I uttered knowing that he was lying and he was the one who removed my wife’s leggings and panteis. “Sir, you got to be careful with this guy, did you see how he was flirting and ogling with madam,” he said. “Yeah Balu,” I said. He was sitting quietly for a while, “sir, can you call madam and see how long it will take?” he said. “My phone is out of battery, Balu, I left it in the Hotel as well,” I said. “Sir, use my phone then.” he said and gave me his phone to call my wife. As I called my wife, she was not answering the call, “she is not answering my call, Balu,” I said. “It's okay sir, we will wait,” he said and tried to relax. For a good 1 hour, he pulled his car seat behind and started sleeping. After an hour he woke up and looked at me, “sir, there is something I wanted to tell you about madam,” he said. “What is it, Balu?” I asked. “Sir, I am going to be very honest with you, please bear with me,” he said. “Sure, go ahead,” I said. “Sir, madam is a wonderful person. While saving her at the pub, someone removed her leggings and panties, I was grabbing madam’s naked ass cheeks and carrying her, and slowly to hold on to her properly, I was grabbing madam’s left ass cheek with my right hand and was hugging madam with my left hand . I am also a human being, I got horny and started kissing madam’s cheeks in the dark, not a word madam complained or yelled at me. If anyone was in her place, they would have humiliated me, but not madam, she understood that I was horny and was letting me kiss her cheeks and neck. I got more horny and grabbed madam’s both ass cheeks and started kissing her neck. If anyone else was in her place, they would have humiliated me, but not madam, she let me feel up her ass cheeks, and let me kiss her neck and cheeks as well. She did not just stop here, she just hugged me tight and took me into her embrace,” Driver Balu said and looked at me, “Sir, you are not mad at me, are you?” he asked. “No, Balu, I am not,” as I said, “there is one more thing I wanted to add to it, sir,” he said. “Go ahead,” I said. “While I was grabbing her ass cheeks and carrying her and she was hugging me, without her permission I touched madam’s pussy, it was wet and her juices had already started to flow all over her pussy, and she let me finger her pussy and I fingered madam’s pussy and made her cum,” he said and looked at me. “I am sorry Sir, I had to confess this,” he said. “It's okay Balu, don’t do it next time,” I casually said, back in my mind I was thinking about what Vishal and my wife were doing in his room.
As I borrowed Balu’s phone and started calling my wife, she answered this time, “Shwetha, it's me,” I said. “Mmmmmmm mmmm Gopi mmmmmm,” my wife was moaning and the driver who was sitting next to me could hear it. “Sir, it's me Vishal, here,” Vishal said, “Sir, your wife is great, mmmmm mmmm mmm,” he was moaning and I got out of the car. “Vishal,” I exclaimed. My wife and Vishal moaning started making me horny, “I am loving your wife’s pussy, sir, can I cum inside her pussy mmmm?” he asked, moaning. “Vishal, she is all yours, feel free to cum inside her,” I said breathing heavily as I was horny. “I am gonna leave the phone on speaker, so that your wife can hear as well, Sir,” he said and left the phone on speaker. “Mmmmm.. Mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm,” my wife was moaning. “Sir, I am on top of your wife and enjoying her pussy, can I cum inside her pussy mmmmm mmm?” he moaned. “Vishal, my wife is all yours buddy, please feel free to cum inside her,” I said. “Gopi mmmmmmm mmmmm,” my wife moaned. “Shwetha, my love, hope you are enjoying it,” I said. “Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmm mmmmm mmmmmm Gopi mmmmmmmm mmmmmmm,” my wife started moaning. “Shwetha mmmmmm I am gonna cum inside your pussy … I am gonna cum… I am gonna cum mmm mmmm mmmm mmmm,” Vishal was moaning, sounding like he was so close to cumming. “Vishal mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm.” my wife was moaning. “Aaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaa I am gonna cum inside your pussy, Shwetha aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa mmmmmmmm,,,,,,,,mmmmmmmm” Vishal moaned and started cumming inside my wife’s pussy and next moment I could hear the sound of Vishal and my wife kissing each other. “Mmmmm… seems like you like me a lot, Shwetha,” Vishal was saying in a horny tone. The way he was talking after enjoying my wife nicely was making me horny. “Shwetha….” he called. “Yes Vishal..” my wife answered softly. “You like me don’t you?” he was asking again. “Mmmmm… Vishal… let me wear my panties, my husband is waiting for me,” my wife said in an affectionate way. “My God, look at that pussy, mmmm mmm mmmm,” I could hear him admire my wife pussy and all of a sudden I could hear my wife, “mmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm,” she was moaning now. “Uffffffffff uffffff uffff ufffff…. Mmmmmmm… hey Vishal what are you doing oh my god…” my wife started moaning. “Just one more lick and I am gonna let your asshole free,” he was saying, and it looked like he was tasting my wife’s asshole as well. “Mmmmmm…. No Vishal…. Mmmmmmm,” my wife moaned. “Why Shwetha, I shouldn’t taste your asshole? You started hating me now?” he asked. “No Vishu, not like that mmmmm,” my wife was moaning. The way she was calling him Vishu, affectionately instead of calling Vishal was suggestive that she had fallen in love with him. “If you don’t hate me, you should let me taste your asshole,” he said. They had actually forgotten me totally, “Hello… I am still on the line … what is happening there, hope you guys are not fighting?” I said. “Gopi, this boy is crazy, he wants to lick my butthole,” my wife said. “Let him taste it, Shwetha,” as I was saying. “See, your husband is also okay with me tasting your asshole,” I could hear him whisper. “Gopi, this naughty guy has been tasting every part of my body, except my butthole and now he doesn’t want to spare my butthole ….. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” my wife started moaning, it seemed like he had started licking my wife’s asshole. “Mmmmmmm Vishal… this not mmmmm …. It's not…mmmmmmm no mmmmmm mmm …” as my wife was moaning, “Sir, we are getting late,” Driver Balu said standing right behind me.
Clearly the driver knew that Vishal was enjoying my wife and was getting jealous at the same time angry at me. Placing the call on mute, “let's wait for some more time Balu, and we shall leave,” I said. “No, Sir, I can’t, I have many guests to drop them at the Airport,” he said in a bold tone. I could clearly understand that he was jealous of Vishal and it was all because of me Vishal was enjoying my wife. “Give me my phone, Sir,” he said. “Balu, will you help me carry my wife?,” as I said, his facial expression totally changed, “Sure sir,” he said. “She is getting drunk, I will go there now. Once I call you, come there and carry my wife. The lift is pretty slow so you have to hug my wife and hold her, like you were holding her at the Hotel’s lift,” I said. “Sir, can I carry her like I carried her at the Pub, with her legs wrapped around my waist, that will be more comfortable to me,” he asked. “But she is wearing a long skirt, Balu?” I said. “It's okay sir, I will lift your wife’s skirt up and wrap her legs around my wife and carry her. Since she will be drunk, she won’t notice it,” the driver said. “Alright then,” I said and tried to unmute the phone call, it looked like it looked like the call had ended already. “Take your phone, Balu,” I will go there and call you,” I said and gave him the phone back. “Take your own time, Sir, let madam get fully drunk,” he said. I took the lift and because of the slow life, I reached the 10th floor late and knocked on Vishal’s room door. As Vishal opened the door, he was only in his underwear and holding a whiskey bottle in hand. The moment I saw him I got horny, “how was my wife?” I whispered, smiling. “She was great, Sir. She is inside, changing,” he said. As I opened the bedroom door and went inside, my wife was naked and was wearing her white panties, “Shwetha?” I said. “Gopi,” my wife said with a huge smile on her face, and I went and hugged my wife who was only in her white panties, and Vishal entered inside. “How was she Vishal?” I asked, hugging my wife, and she was looking at Vishal for his reaction. “She was amazing, Sir, no words, one of the best,” he said holding a whiskey bottle and three glasses. “Now it's your turn, Shwetha. How was Vishal?” I asked, and my wife started blushing. “Hey, say it, mmmm,” I said and held my wife’s face. She was still blushing and putting her head down, and it was making me horny. “He was good?” I whispered. “Yeah,” my wife whispered. “Shwetha, come,” Vishal called with open arms holding the whiskey bottle on one hand and glasses on the other, and my wife instantly ran towards him only in her white panties and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. I could see her naked boobs crushing against his bare chest. “Tell him,” he whispered. “Tell him what?” my wife asked, hugging him tight. “He asked how I was in bed,” Vishal said. “I will tell him later,” my wife said and blushed and broke the hug and went to the living room and started wearing her t-shirt. “She is shy, sir,” Vishal said. “I know,” I said and smiled. “Whiskey?” he asked. “No, Vishu, our flight is in the morning, and I have some packing to do,” my wife said and came back to the bedroom and started combing her hair in front of the mirror. As Vishal went to the living room, I followed him, “your wife has a great pussy, thoroughly enjoyed her,” he whispered. “Are you sure you don’t want your wife to act in movies?” he asked. “No,” I said. “She loves to get romanced, Sir, you shouldn’t stop her,” he said and picked up a DSLR Camera. “Sir, like you requested, I have video recorded the whole thing, right from the moment you left, and I started making love to her, how she was enjoying it, and how I was enjoying her pussy, and till how I tasted her asshole. There are even bonus clips where she talks about how my cock was, how she wants to get laid, how much she likes me, etc,” Vishal said, holding his DSLR Camera. “I will copy it into DVD and give it to you,” he said. “Thank you so much, Vishal,” as I said, “No, thank you, thank you for bringing your wife for me all the way from Canada and letting me have your wife’s pussy here in my house,” as he was saying, something started hitting me from the inside and making me feel guilty.
I started feeling guilty for letting his asshole enjoy my wife. As my wife came out of the bedroom wearing her skirt, Vishal readily went and hugged my wife and started kissing her lips, as my wife started kissing his lips back, “Shwetha,” I called. She broke the kiss and looked at me, “let's go, we are getting late,” I said. “Call me, okay?” Vishal said, holding my wife’s hand. “Sure,” as my wife was responding to him, “Shwetha, the driver is waiting,” I said in a bold tone and my wife got scared and started following me. As we were about to come out of his house, I came out first and my wife was following me, and Vishal grabbed my wife’s boobs from behind, “hey,” as she exclaimed, he kissed her cheeks from behind and gave one tight slap on my wife’s ass and smiled at her. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh,” my wife started screaming in pain and rubbing her ass cheeks, the slap on my wife’s ass could be heard all over the empty corridor, and as she turned around and looked at Vishal in pain, he blew a kiss at her. As I got angry and was about to slap him, he smiled at me and closed the door. “Gopi, let's go,” my wife said, rubbing her ass and we entered the lift and started leaving.
As we reached the ground floor, the driver was disappointed to see my wife was not drunk, and as we got inside the car, he started being rude to us and until we reached our Hotel, he started accusing us of wasting his time. I was not in the mood to argue with him and gave me some extra money and went to our hotel room. That night my wife was tired and sleeping peacefully, but I could not sleep and was cursing myself for letting my wife sleep with that asshole Vishal. In the middle of the night, my wife woke up and saw me still awake and rested her head on my chest, “Gopi, I am missing Vishal very badly,” my wife whispered. “Gopi, look what have you done to your wife,” I was telling myself. “After you left me with him in his room, Vishal was showing me heaven on his bed, Gopi, he made me go crazy all the time in bed,” my wife was moaning and whispered at the same time and brought he left hand down and inserting it inside my pants, she started playing with my cock. “The moment he lifted my long skirt and started removing my panties, my knees went weak and I surrendered myself to him Gopi, mmm” as my wife let out a soft moan and at the same time started stroking my cock, all this while I was angry at Vishal and myself for all this, all of a sudden started to get turned on and started having a boner. “I lied to Vishal that we were leaving for Canada tomorrow, can you take me to Vishal tomorrow, Gopi? I have to tell him the truth that we are going to be in India for 10 days,” my wife said. “Gopi, take me to Vishal tomorrow, and I will do anything for you, promise,” my wife said. “You will do anything for me?” I asked. “Anything,” she said. “Tomorrow I have a meeting in the morning, after that I shall take you to ‘YOUR’ Vishal, okay?” I said. “Your Vishal?” my wife asked, hornily playing with my cock inside my pants. “Yes, Vishal is all yours, he is your toy to play, Shwetha. Consider it as my gift to you and play with that toy all you want, Shwetha. You have given birth to my three wonderful sons, and it's my duty to make sure you get all the pleasures in life possible,” I said, affectionately holding my wife’s face. “You deserve Vishal to enjoy you, Shwetha. Your pussy deserves Vishal’s cock, Shwetha,” I said and as I lifted her nightie and placed my hand on her panteis, and to my surprise it was soaked completely with her juices. “Mmmmmm… Gopi, you want to have it?” my wife whispered, asking if I wanted to have her pussy now. “No, I want your Vishal to have it all, Shwetha,” I said in a horny way and my wife was hornily giggling and continued stroking my cock and I could feel that I was going to cum. “Vishal is a good kisser, Gopi. The first kiss we had at the pub was enough to take me in his control,” as my wife was saying and stroking my cock, “mmmmmm mmmmm mmmm,” I started to moan as I was about to cum. “Shwetha, did you get wet while you were kissing Vishal?” I asked. As my wife was saying, “yeah, Gopi. In fact he was asking me in the middle of kissing if I was wearing my bra and panteis inside, and I was answering him, he started asking if my pussy was wet,” and she continued stroking my cock inside my pants and saying how turned on she got when a stranger was kissing her lips, and asking about her bra and panteis she was wearing inside and asking for her permission to take her to the washroom and remove her leggings and panties and see her wet pussy, and possibly taste my wife’s pussy, I could not hold it any more and came all over my wife’s hand.
The next day I got busy with my team meeting at the Restaurant on rooftop, and I got a call from my wife. “Excuse me guys,” I said, excusing myself from my team and came near the edge of the rooftop. My wife was still in the bed, “yes, Shwetha,” I said over the phone. “Gopi, there is a room service guy in the room, shall I tell him to come later?” my wife asked in a sleepy tone, as she was still too lazy to get off the bed. “No, wait.. I have an idea..!” I said. I started to get excited, “you said you will do anything for me if I take you to Vishal today right?” I asked. “Yeah,” my wife answered. “Listen to me carefully, I want you to lift your nightie up and reveal your panties to the room service guy, and pretend that you are asleep. Switch to Video call, I want to watch his reaction,” I said. “Gopi, are you crazy?” my wife exclaimed. “Do it if you want me to take you to Vishal,” I said. “No way. What are you thinking about me?” she said. “Do you want me to take you to Vishal or not?” I asked. “Yes, but I am not going to show my panties to this room service guy, okay?” she said. “Alright… alright … you take a rest, I am in the middle of the meeting now,” as I was saying “Gopi, I have been trying to contact Vishal, but his phone is switched off,” my wife said. “Leave him a message on WhatsApp or something,” I said. “I did, but no response from him,” my wife said. “Don’t worry I will take you to Vishal after this, okay?” I said. “Thank you so much, Gopi, I love you,” my wife said. “Love you too, baby,” as I said and was about to hang up, “Gopi, about showing my panties to this room service guy, why do you want me to do that? Does it excite you when others ogle at me?” my wife asked. “Of course it excites me, in fact, it makes me feel proud of myself, the more they ogle at you and feel jealous of me for marrying you, the more I feel proud of myself that I have married to the most beautiful woman on the planet,” I said. “Aww… Gopi, thank you baby, but I am not the most beautiful woman on the planet,” my wife said. “To me, you are the most beautiful woman on the planet, no matter how old you get,” I said. “Awwww… thank you baby,” my wife said. “You are my queen, and my queen deserves all the pleasures on this planet, including Vishal,” I said. “Vishal is the only pleasure I want now,” my wife said. She was so desperate to meet Vishal. “Ha ha ha… What about your favorite Tamil Actor whom you wanted to meet?” I asked, sounding casual. “No, I only want Vishal,” my wife said, laughing. “Ha ha ha … What if I let you sleep with your favorite actor?” I asked. “No, only with Vishal,” she said laughing. “That white guy Arthur or Vishal?” I asked. “Arthur is just a friend, Gopi,” my wife said. “I know, tell me Arthur or Vishal? If I let you sleep with one of them, would you choose Arthur or Vishal?” I asked. “Only Vishal,” my wife said. “Why? Arthur is a handsome looking well built young white guy, way better than Vishal, who is an average looking Indian guy, dark in complexion, not well built, not good looking either,” I said. “I don’t know, Gopi, it's not about the looks, it's about the feel they give when we are with them. Vishal gives me a feeling that he is all that I want,” my wife said. Women are crazy. I could not believe that my wife was preferring the average looking Indian guy Vishal over the handsome white guy Arthur. Clearly she was crazy about Vishal. “I know it is Vishal that you want now, and I am gonna take you to his place after this okay?,” as I was saying, I could hear someone opening the door and entering inside. “It's the room service, Gopi,” as my wife was saying, I looked at my team, and they were watching me and I realised they were waiting for me for a long time. “Alright, let me finish the meeting and get back to you, Shwetha,” I said and hung up the call.
Apologising to my team for making them wait, I resumed the meeting and they shared with me the good news that I made 10 Crores profit. I was so happy and I called the receptionist and asked her to book a resort for my team to celebrate this. My team members were totally thrilled, and within 30 minutes the receptionist called and told me that the Resort is booked for the evening and all the party arrangements shall be made. My team members cancelled all their appointments for the evening and decided to join the party. I ended the meeting and started taking the lift to go to my Room.
I was in a great mood, and opened my room and entered inside and my wife was sleeping comfortably on the bed, but her nightie had risen up and revealed her panties. As I changed my dress and went towards my wife and grabbed her nightie to cover her panties, she woke up, “Hey, Gopi… I thought it was the room service guy. “Mmmmmm…. You were trying to tease the room service guy for me?” I said and slept next to my wife. “I was not trying, I teased him up a bit already and was waiting to tease him more for you,” my wife said, holding my face. “Awww… I wish I was there to watch you tease him, Shwetha,” I said. “Don’t worry, I will tease him more tomorrow and you can watch it and enjoy,” my wife said. “Wow… I am excited already,” I said and hugged my wife in bed. “How did you tease him now?” I asked. “Just like you wanted, I lifted my nightie and revealed my panteis and pretended to be asleep,” my wife said. “What happened after that?” I asked. “As I was pretending to be asleep with my half closed eyes, the room service guy came and sat next to me in the bed, and was getting a close view of my pussy over my panties, and you know what he said?” my wife asked. “What?” I asked. “He said the same thing you want to hear from other men who ogle at me, “wow… what a woman, her husband is such a lucky man,” he exclaimed softly, Gopi,” my wife said. “I am a lucky man, am I not? I am married to a Beauty everybody wants to marry and sleep with,” I whispered. “What did he do next?” I whispered. “Nothing, he got a call and left,” my wife said. “Oh no..!” as I exclaimed. “Hey, don’t worry Gopi, I am gonna tease him more and make you watch it, tomorrow,” my wife said with a smile on her face. “Aww, thank you Shwetha,” as I said with a huge smile on her face, she understood that I like her teasing me. “Guess what?” she asked. “What?” I asked. “I am gonna let the room service guy touch my panteis and if possible let him insert his hand inside my panties,” my wife whispered. “My God..! Shwetha…!” I exclaimed. “Anything for you, Gopi, because I love you,” my wife whispered. “I wanna watch it,” I whispered. “I am gonna let you watch it and enjoy it. It's my treat for you, Gopi,” my wife whispered. “Wow…!,” as I exclaimed in a melting tone, “before that, take me to Vishal,” my wife said. “Alright .. alright.. Let me call him and see where he is now,” I said and picked up my phone and started calling, “his phone is switched off, Gopi, I have been trying to call him since morning,” as my wife was saying, Vishal answered my call. “Hey Vishal,” as I started talking, my wife grabbed my phone, “Vishal, are you avoiding me? Haan?” my wife asked in a bold tone. “Shwetha, I woke up just now and charged my phone and am answering your call,” he said in a sleepy tone. “The whole night I did not sleep, Shwetha. I told you that we are working on this Telugu movie script right? We were working on that the whole night. Hey, are you still in India?” he asked. “No, I am leaving for Canada now, just wanted to call you and inform you,” my wife said and winked at me. “Shwetha, just don’t go anywhere, okay? I will be there in 30 minutes,” he said. “No, Vishal, you sleep, I am going,” my wife said, laughing, taking the phone away from her so that he couldn’t hear her laugh. I quickly switched on the speaker and gave the phone back to my wife. “Come on Shwetha, I will not send you to Canada without kissing your lips,” he said in a desperate tone. “No, you are not going to kiss my lips,” my wife said, controlling her laughter and looked at me and I pretended to be laughing. “Shwetha, please, don’t do this, you know how much I miss you,” Vishal stated to get emotional. “I don’t miss you, I am going to Canada now,” my wife said. “If you leave me without kissing my lips, I am going to kill myself,” Vishal said and started crying. My wife was laughing all this while and now she got serious. “Please, Shwetha, don’t leave me without kissing my lips,” he begged, and my wife close to me, “Gopi, quickly get ready, take me to Vishal immediately,” she whispered into my ear. “Vishal, we kissed enough last night, didn’t we?” my wife said getting out of bed and started taking the phone to the washroom. “I want more of you, Shwetha, I want more of you,” Vishal continued to beg. Though my wife took the phone inside the washroom, I could still hear their conversation. “Hey, you enjoyed me fully, didn’t you? What else do you want now?” my wife whispered. “Shwetha… Shwetha… Shwetha… the scent of you is still all over me, can’t believe you are leaving me without letting me kiss your lips,” he said. “You can kiss next time, if I come to India, okay? Take care .. Bye,” my wife said and switched off the phone, opened the door and gave the phone to me. “Gopi, don’t switch on the phone, I want him to suffer as much as I suffered when he had switched off his phone,” my wife said.
As she was in the shower, I got ready and went to the basement and arranged a Car for us. Though Driver Bala was there, we did not talk to each other. Ignoring him, I booked another driver and came back to the room. By the time I came back to the room, my wife had already come out of the shower and was in her black panteis and white bra, and started wearing her grey petticoat and grey colour blouse, and a matching saree in a hurry. As she sat in front of the dressing table, “Gopi, we have to go to Vishal fast and surprise him, I don’t want him to suffer too much,” she said. “Shall I switch on my phone?” I asked. “No, not until we go to his house and surprise him,” my wife said. “Cool, I have booked a car already and it is waiting for us now,” I said. “Great, Gopi, you are the best,” my wife said. “Why are you wearing a saree?” I asked. “To surprise him, Gopi. He said he would love to see me in a saree,” my wife said and stood up. She was looking stunning in this simple saree. She was wearing her saree well below her navel and her waist was so pleasing. For a moment I lost control and hugged my wife in her saree, “Shwetha, you are looking so hot in saree,” as I started to say and wanted to say “I wanna make love to you now,” and complete the sentence, “Vishal is gonna love me in this, Gopi, let’s go and surprise him,” my wife said and planted a kiss on my cheek and broke the hug. My wife was all dressed up for Vishal and we started to leave our room. As we waited for the lift to come down, the room service guy Ravi saw my wife and his eyes almost popped out of his eyes. My wife noticed it and chuckled, “Gopi, did you see that room service guy’s reaction,” my wife whispered. “Ha ha ha … he saw you in your panteis and now he is surprised and spellbound,” I said and looked at the room service guy, “Ravi, come here,” I said. “Sir,” he said and came near us. “Can you guess, madam’s age?” I said. “Gopi, you said tomorrow, and started already,” my wife said smiling. She was casually letting me tease the room service guy. “Ravi, can you guess madam’s age?” I said. “Sir, madam is looking at me and I am feeling shy,” Ravi said. “Shwetha, close your eyes,” I said and my wife smiled and closed her eyes. The room service guy looked at my wife from the sideways and looked at my wife’s right cheek, “from this angle, she looks 25, sir,” Ravi said. “And in his angle?” I asked pointed at my wife’s back side. He looked at my wife’s back and her ass, and for a moment fixed his eyes right on my wife’s ass over her saree. “Two … two .. two…” as he stammered, “two..? You mean one and two?” I said pointing my fingers at my wife’s each ass cheek. “No, sir, 25 from this angle also,” he said. “Alright, come this side,” as I said and he came towards my wife’s left side, his eyes almost popped out looking at my wife’s waist and her left boobs in her blouse. “Sir, in this angle, madam looks 19 or 20,” he uttered with his eyes still all over my wife’s waist and her left boobs. “19?” My wife exclaimed and looked at him and he took his eyes off my wife’s waist. “Sir, madam opened her eyes,” he said. “Shwetha..!” as I exclaimed. “Okay .. okay… I am closing now,” my wife said and closed her eyes with a smile on her face. “Alright, come to the front, Ravi,” I said and hugged my wife from behind. As she was facing the lift, “alright now how old does my wife look?” I said and covered her waist fully with her pallu. “25, Sir,” he said. As I started moving my wife’s pallu aside slowly and revealing her tummy and half of her navel, “Sir..!” he exclaimed, biting his lips. “Just tell me how old my wife looks now, Ravi,” I said. “Sir, is it okay to see madam’s navel?” he asked, sounding innocent as if he had not seen my wife’s panties. “As if he has not seen your panties, Shwetha,” I whispered into my wife’s ear, and she chuckled. “Yeah, Ravi,” as I said and started pulling my wife’s pallu aside and revealed my wife’s full navel and her left boobs over her blouse, “Mmmmmmm sir,” he exclaimed and moaned biting her lips and having a boner in his pants. To tease him more, “Guess my wife’s age now, Ravi? Oh you want to see more of my wife for that?” I said and moved my wife’s pallu completely aside and showed my wife’s enter belly and navel, and her entire boobs in her blouse. “Oh my God mmmmmmmmmmm,” he moaned and stood frozen and his hand went right over his cock over her pant, and at the same time the lift opened and Driver Balu was inside and got a full view of my wife’s boobs in her saree and her tummy and navel and was in a shock for a moment and started ogling at my wife’s body. But I covered her boobs and navel with her pallu quickly, “Sir, madam looks only 21 from this angle,” Ravi said and my wife turned towards the room service guy and looked at me and chuckled. “Hey, Ravi, she is 35 now,” I said and laughed and my wife started laughing looking at the room service guy. “Sir, please get in,” Driver Balu said, looking at my wife in her saree from head to toe. Since my wife was looking at the room service guy, “thank you for the compliment, Ravi,” my wife said. “Madam, calling my name once again, made me feel like heaven when you called my name with your lips,” he said. My wife smiled at him and looked at me, “Say his name,” I said and my wife looked at the room service, “thank you for the compliment, Ravi,” as my wife was saying, his eyes were all over my wife’s lips. “Madam, please say my name 5 times, please,” he begged and as my wife started saying his name, his eyes were all over my wife’s lips and looked like he was dying to taste my wife’s lips. Meanwhile, Driver Balu, who was inside the lift, was looking at my wife’s waist and side boobs over her blouse and ogling at her. “No free shows for you, bastard, you were rude to me last time,” I said to myself and covered my wife from the side ways and took my wife inside the lift. My wife did not look at his face, and I was standing behind my wife and he was standing next to me. The moment the lift started to go down, “Sir, I am very sorry about last time, please forgive me, I was rude to you,” he said and got on his knees and started begging for mercy. That’s when my wife turned around and noticed it was Driver Balu, and Balu all of a sudden fell on my wife’s feet and started apologising for the last time’s behaviour. “Balu, wake up, Balu… get up…,” as my wife started saying. “Please save you forgive me, only then I will get up, Madam,” he said and started grabbing my wife’s legs around her knees. “Balu, what is this, get up,” as my kept saying, “no, I will not get up until you forgive me,” he said and knelt straight and grabbed my wife’s ass and started burying his face against my wife’s navel. “Hey, Balu, what is this?” my wife exclaimed and started grabbing his hands which were over her ass on top of her saree and trying hard to pull his hands off her ass. “Please say you forgive me, madam, please,” Balu, who was in no mood to take his hands off my wife’s ass and take his face off my wife’s belly, kept on saying. “Gopi.. What is this? Do something,” my wife exclaimed. “Alright Balu, we forgive you,” I said. “Thank you, Sir,” he said looking at me and still grabbing my wife’s ass and as he tried to get up holding my wife’s ass, he rubbed his lips against my wife’s navel and got up. My wife started adjusting her saree. “Thank you for forgiving me madam, I should not have been so rude to you last night,” as he kept talking, the lift door opened and we got out and started walking towards the reception, but he kept on following my wife and continued ogling at her in her saree. As the receptionist asked us to wait at the lobby until the driver came to pick us up, my wife started walking towards the lobby to have a seat, but the driver stopped me. “Sir, please, I will drop you today, please, I will take you wherever you want to,” the driver started begging. “You showed your true colour last night, Balu, you cannot be trusted,” I said. “Sir, just give me one more chance, please I beg you. Your wife is looking stunning in her saree today, and I just want to admire her beauty and pick you up safely and drop you back safely,” he said. “No, Balu, I have already booked a new driver,” I said. “He is my friend sir, don’t worry about him, I will pick you up and drop you safely, please give me this one chance. Ever since I saw your wife’s navel and boobs in her saree at the lift entrance, I got crazy and realised that if I was not rude to you last time I would have spent all your stay here admiring her beauty,” the way he was begging me desperately just to let him ogle at my wife made me change my mind, but I was worried about the safety. I was so proud of my wife that she made this rude man get on his knees and begged me to forgive him for his rudeness, all with the help of her beauty. “Balu, listen, I am okay with you admiring my wife’s beauty,” as I was saying, “oh thank you so much, sir,” he said. “Listen to me fully … I am okay with you admiring my wife’s beauty, but I am worried about the safety while travelling with you,” I said. “Sir, I promise I will take you safely and drop you back safely,” he said. “Let me talk to my wife first,” I said and went and sat next to my wife. “What is he saying, Gopi? He was so rude to us last time,” my wife said. “Shwetha, he says he is sorry about what happened last time and asks us to let him pick us and drop you,” I said. “What shall we do?” she asked. “I think we should give him a chance, Shwetha,” I said. “Yeah, Gopi, that’s what I think as well, we should forgive and move on,” as my wife was saying, she saw him watching her and called him. As he came towards us, my wife got up and I got up as well, “Balu, you are a good man, but last time you lost yourself. My husband and I have decided to forgive you,” as my wife started saying, he was about to touch her feet, but she caught his shoulders, “not required, Balu,” she said and smiled at him. “Which means I can be as friendly as I was before the last time’s incident, Madam?” he asked. “Yes, we have totally forgotten the last time’s incident, that’s what real forgiveness is,” my wife was saying and looking at me and I was smiling at her kind words. Little did she know that he is still lusting for her. “Thank you so much, Madam, let me not waste your time, I will bring my car” he said and rushed to the parking lot. “He is a good man, Gopi, he has helped carry me and saved me at the pub. He is a pervert though,” she said. “Yes, but everybody gets pervy when they look at you here, Shwetha,” as I was saying, “and I have been ignoring them,” as she was saying, “and I am enjoying watching them ogle at you and feeling proud of my sexy wife,” I said and put my arm around her shoulder and smiled at her and she smiled at me and leaned her head on me. “I am proud to be your wife as well, you give me everything I ask for,” she said. “That’s because I love you, my Queen,” I said. “I love you too, Gopi,” my wife said. “Wonder what Vishal is doing now?” she said. “Shall I switch on our phones and call him?” I asked. “No, I want him to suffer trying to talk to me over the phone just like I suffered trying to talk to him over the phone,” she said. “Why should he suffer, Shwetha, you like him don’t you?” I said. “I like him, Gopi, but I want him to miss me until we go there and surprise him,” my wife said. “He is a lucky guy, Shwetha,” I said. “Who, Vishal?” my wife asked. “Yeah, out of all the men who ogle at you here, it is Vishal who is getting to enjoy all this beauty. You are all dressed up in saree and looking so sexy now, and I am sure he is gonna go crazy the moment he sees you like this,” I said. “Sarees make me look older, Gopi, what if Vishal feels I am older to him?” my wife said. “The room service guy said you look 20 in your saree, remember? Lust sees no age, caste, religion, colour, etc. Shwetha, you look sexy in this saree and you are gonna drive him crazy with his sexy look of yours,” as I was saying, Driver Balu came and asked us to get inside the car. As we got inside, “take us to Vishal’s house we went last time,” I said. “Okay, Sir,” the driver said and started taking us to Vishal’s house without even saying a word. He was so well behaved that my wife started striking a conversation with him. “Why are you quiet, Bala?” my wife asked. “Feeling guilty for being rude to you madam, I just can’t get over that guilt feeling,” he said in a depressed tone. “Come Balu, we forgot about it, didn’t we Gopi?” my wife said. “Balu, you have me carry my wife from the pub, you saved my wife at the pub and carried her, do you think we are going to forget all your help?” I said. “Yeah,” my wife said. “Really? Then I can help carry madam for you next time as well?” he asked. I looked at my wife and she smiled at me, “sure, why not,” I said. “The guy is a pervert, Gopi,” my wife whispered quietly into my ear. He saw it through the rear view mirror, “seems like madam has not forgiven me and doesn’t want me to carry her,” he said. “Balu, not like that… I was just asking my husband something …,” as my wife was struggling to find words. “I understand madam, you don’t like me carrying you,” Balu said in a depressed tone. “Balu, come on …! Okay.. You can feel free to help my husband carry me next time, okay?” my wife said. “Thank you so much madam, I consider this as a token of forgiveness for the last time’s behaviour,” he said.
After a while, “Madam…!” he exclaimed. “Yes, Balu,” my wife said. “What about the saree shopping, madam? You asked me to take me for saree shopping,” he said. My wife looked at me and realized about the Saree shopping plan she and the driver were discussing about the last time when we were in the car. “Tomorrow?” my wife asked. “Sure,” I said. “We will do it tomorrow, Balu,” my wife said. “Sure madam, I will take you to all the nice places to buy nice sarees, petticoats, and bras and panteis,” he said. “Madam,” he called again. “Where did you buy this saree you are wearing?” he asked. “At an Indian store in Canada,” she said. “And are you wearing a Canadian bra and panteis inside or Indian bra and panteis?” he asked. “I told you last time to wear everything Indian, both inside and outside,” he said. I like the way he was digging into my wife’s bra and panteis, it kind of turned me on. “Canadian I guess,” I said, smiling at my wife. “Is it madam?” he asked. “Yeah,” she said. “Only the panteis you are wearing under your saree now is Canadian or the bra you are wearing inside your blouse as well, Madam?” he asked casually. “Both, Balu, do one thing: take her to a nice Indian undergarment shop tomorrow as well and help her buy Indian undergarments as well,” I said and looked at my wife. She was like whatever. “Be Indian both outside and inside,” I whispered. “Sure sir. There are some great Indian undergarment shops I know, they will just look at madam’s blouse and tell her what type of Indian bra suits her and give me the right size as well,” as he was saying, my wife was looking at the window and showing me that we are almost near Vishal’s place. “Similarly, sir, they will look at madam’s waist and find out her right size and give her the right size panties,” he said. “I want to go to this shop with Shwetha, and tease them up nicely and come,” as I was telling myself, “Gopi, this is the place,” my wife said. As the driver went near the gate, the security, like last time, opened the gate for us and let us in. As I got out of the car, the driver quickly went towards the other side of the car where my wife was sitting and opened the car for her. As she was saying thank you, and trying to get out of the car, she was revealing her navel and boobs in her saree accidentally and he started feasting his eyes, and almost tried to grab my wife’s waist, but controlled himself, and my wife got out of the car. As my wife started adjusting her saree, the pervy driver was shamelessly ogling at her. We took the lift and started going up towards Vishal’s place. Knowing that the lift is pretty slow, my wife quickly opened her handbag and picked up her mirror and started applying some last minute makeup. Watching my wife applying makeup to look more sexy for Vishal started making me feel horny. The bitch inside my wife was slowly waking up now. After applying her makeup and keeping everything inside her handbag, she looked at me and smiled at me, “how do I look now?” she asked. “Like a perfect whore ready to get laid,” I said to myself. “You are beautiful, baby,” I said. “Thanks,” my wife said with a blush and the 10th floor lift opened. As we went towards Vishal’s place and knocked on the door, “who is it?” Vishal said from inside and started coming toward the door.
As Vishal half opened the door, he was shirtless and was only in his lungi. The moment he saw my beautiful wife, he got emotional and held her face and started kissing her lips and my wife got emotional as well and started kissing his lips back. “You came back for me?” he said in an emotional tone holding my wife’s face and started kissing her lips and went down kissing all over my wife’s neck. My wife went weak and dropped her handbag on the floor, and started enjoying the way he was kissing her all over. “You came back for me,” he said, holding my wife’s face. “You thought I would leave you?” my wife asked. He got emotional, “I missed you,” he said and started crying and started hugging my wife. With my wife’s arms around his neck, “I missed you too,” she said and started hugging him back and all of a sudden, Vishal started kissing my wife’s lips and my wife started kissing his lips back passionately totally ignoring me. Kissing each other’s lips passionately, they began entering inside the house. As I picked up my wife’s handbag and started entering inside, my wife’s pallu was already on the floor and her saree was leading towards the kitchen. There my wife was, sitting on the kitchen slap, with her saree and petticoat risen all the way about her knees, and with her legs spread apart and with Vishal in between, grabbing her waist and kissing her lips passionately, and my wife with her hands gently placed over her bare chest and kissing his lips back. “You lied to me, didn’t you?” Vishal said, grabbing my wife’s blouse hooks and trying to remove them. My wife was clearly horny and enjoying putting her head down and watching him remove her blouse hooks and started looking at Vishal who was enjoying removing my wife’s blouse hooks one after the other. Vishal removed my wife’s blouse completely and took it off my wife and put it on the floor and looked at my wife. “Wow..!” he exclaimed, admiring my wife’s boobs in her white bra. As my wife watched him admire her boobs in her white bra, biting her lips, Vishal started hugging my wife and started kissing her cheeks. As he proceeded kissing her cheeks and kissing her ear, my wife looked at me with her half closed eyes and closed her eyes fully and started enjoying the feel of her favourite guy kissing her all over her. As he was kissing my wife’s chin, he took his hands behind her and was trying to remove my wife’s bra from behind. My wife smiled at him, “it's in the front,” she whispered, he smiled at her and whispered something back and started removing her bra hook from the front. “It's Canadian,” my wife whispered, smiling and watching him trying to remove her bra from the front. The moment he unclasped her bra hook from the front, he inserted his hands under my wife’s bra cups and started grabbing my wife’s boobs and started kissing her lips. My wife started moaning as she was getting her boobs squeezed and lips kissed at the same time. Sparing my wife’s lips, Vishal went down kissing her neck and moving her bra cups aside, he started suking my wife’s boobs, “mmmmmmm…” she moaned, biting her bottom lips, and gently holding Vishal’s face and enjoying watching the way he was sucking her boobs. “You like them?” she whispered. “MMmmmm.. I love them,” Vishal said, taking his mouth off my wife’s boobs and grabbing my wife’s boobs with both his hands, and whispering something into my wife’s ear. To which she smiled and held his face gently and whispering something with a smile brought her hands down casually placing her hands all over his chest and looked at his crotch over his lungi. As he whispered something, taking his hands off my wife’s boobs and placing them over my wife’s saree and petticoat which had risen above her knees, she started laughing and playfully pinching Vishal’s chest. “Mmmmmm.. Let's see what you are wearing underneath this,” Vishal said and started lifting my wife’s saree and petticoat. “Oooooo, Black panteis..!” he exclaimed looking at my wife’s face, as she smiled, he covered her panties with her saree and petticoat and started inserting his hands under her saree and petticoat and began roaming his nails all over my wife’s inner thighs. “Mmmmmmm,” my wife moaned, resting her hands on the kitchen slab and arching her head backwards and jutting her boobs forwards, and Vishal readily started sucking my wife’s boobs with his hands still roaming all over my wife’s inner thighs. The moment Vishal started sucking my wife’s boobs, “mmmmmmmmm,” my wife moaned and took her hands off the kitchen slab and started holding his face. As he took his mouth off my wife’s boobs, he whispered something to her and she smiled at him and held his face and started kissing his lips. More like he was receiving and my wife was doing all the kissing on his lips. As my wife was kissing Vishal’s lips with all the love and lust for him, he was inserting his hands further inside my wife’s saree and petticoat and started grabbing my wife’s panteis. Realising that Vishal was trying to remove her panteis, my wife was adjusting her sitting position in order to make it easy for Vishal to remove her panteis. As Vishal started removing my wife’s panties, she had to hesitantly break the kiss, but was enjoying watching him lustfully removing her panties. As Vishal was removing my wife black panties from her, “mmmmm nice panteis,” he whispered. “It's Canadian,” as my wife whispered with a smile, he smiled at her and started sniffing my wife’s panteis. “Mmmmm… just love the smell of your panteis, Shwetha. Smell of your pussy is driving me crazy,” as he was saying, my horny wife held his face again and started kissing his lips. She was kissing his lips as if she was tasting a new sweet. As my wife was kissing Vishal’s lips, Vishal removed his lungi and got naked and grabbed my wife’s legs and started pulling her close to him, to the edge of the kitchen slab. As he lifted my wife’s saree and petticoat and revealed her pussy, she broke the kiss and was looking at his face for his reaction. Vishal started licking her lips looking at my wife’s clean shaved pussy, and as he started stroking his cock to insert it inside my wife’s pussy, my wife held his cock and stroked it gently, she looked at his face with her half closed eyes. She was genuinely enjoying the feel of his cock growing in her hand. As my wife was stroking his cock gently, Vishal started grabbing my wife’s boobs and started playing with them. “Mmmmmmmmm hmmmm mmmmmmm…” as she moaned, Vishal took my wife’s hand off his cock and started inserting his cock inside my wife’s pussy slowly. As he cock was entering my wife’s pussy slowly, “mmmmmm aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh mmmmm,” she moaned, closing her eyes and taking Vishal into her complete embrace. Vishal, whose cock was inside my wife’s pussy, hugged my wife back and started making love to her. “Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmm…” my wife started moaning to every push, and placing her hands on his shoulder, she started looking into his eyes and continued moaning. “Mmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmm… Vishal mmmm mmmmmm,” she was moaning looking at him and took his hands off his shoulders and started holding his face. “Mmmmmm mmmmm, you like it, Vishal? Mmmmmm mmmmm mmmm?” she moaned holding his face and Vishal was enjoying my wife’s pussy. “Hmmmmmm mmmmm aaaaaah… I am loving it, Shwetha… aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” Vishal started moan and began intensifying fucking my wife. “Aaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaa aaaaaa aaaaa aaaaa aaaaaammmm,” he started to moan. Quickly realising that Vishal is excited and would cum at any time, she started helping him cum inside her by hugging him tight and crushing him tight against her naked boobs and whispering into his ear all naughty things. “Mmmmmm mmmmmmm Vishal… you are so good.. Mmmmm … hey …. I am loving it… mmmmm mmmmm,” my wife was hugging him and crushing her boobs against his chest and moaning at his ear. “Aaaaaaah mmmmmm maaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah….. I am going to cum, Shwetha….. Mmmm aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaa,” Vishal started moaning, and as he hugged my wife’s tight, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmm mmmm,” he moaned started cumming inside my wife’s pussy, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmm mm mm mmm mmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmm,” my wife wrapped her legs around Vishal’s wasit and squeezed his cock inside her, and hugged him tight and came along with him.
Looked like they totally enjoyed themselves and were relaxing after each other. After a couple of seconds, they looked at each other, “thank you for coming for me, Shwetha, I missed you,” he said and started kissing my wife’s lips and hugged her. Breaking the hug and pulling his cock out of my wife’s cum soaked pussy, “I knew you would come back for me, Shwetha,” he said, smiling at my wife and helping her get down from the kitchen slap. As he held her hand and helped her down, “how do you know?” she asked. “Something was telling me that you will come back to me,” he said and smiled at my wife. “The washroom is that way, go clean yourself and come,” he said as my wife tried to pick up her saree which was all over the floor. “Wait.. Wait.. Wait…” he said and removed her saree completely, “go now,” he said and sent my wife to the washroom with only her grey petticoat and white bra which was open in the front.
As my wife went to the washroom, Vishal picked up his lungi and started wearing it, and picked up my wife’s black panteis. “Vishal..!” I called. With my wife’s black panties in hand, he smiled at me and came towards me. As he started picking up my wife’s saree as well, “how was my wife?” I asked. “One of the best pussies I have ever had, the best pussy, I should say. Hope you allow me to enjoy your wife more in the future, Sir,” he said. “Sure, Vishal, like I said my wife is all yours, just enjoy yourself okay?” as I was saying this, I was feeling horny. “Gopi..!” My wife called from the washroom and I went inside. As I quickly went to the washroom, my wife was looking at herself in the mirror and adjusting her hair, and had not hooked up her bra as well, “Shwetha, I can’t believe this is happening,” I whispered. “Like a dream, isn’t it?” my wife whispered. “Did you enjoy it?” I whispered. “What do you think?” she asked, smiling looking at herself at the mirror and was about to hook her bra from the front. As I was about to go from behind and hug her, Vishal entered inside, tugging my wife’s black panteis to his lungi “mmmmmmmm… I need them,” Vishal said, standing behind my wife and stopped my wife from wearing her bra, and started removing my wife’s white bra and started tugging my wife’s bra to his lungi where he had tugged my wife’s black panties already, and started grabbing my wife’s boobs from behind. “I am gonna keep your bra and panteis as a souvenir,” he said, squeezing my wife’s boobs from behind and resting his head on her right shoulder. “This is the second time you are keeping my bra and panties as a souvenir,” my wife whispered, enjoying the way he was holding her by her boobs from behind. “Every time I have you, I am gonna have your bra and panteis,” Vishal whispered. “You are crazy, Vishu,” my wife whispered. “One day my wardrobe will be full of your bras and panties,” he whispered, telling my wife that he is going to make love to my wife many more times. By the time my wife dumb wife began to realize what he meant my that, he turned her chin towards him and started kissing her lips. It looked so romantic and I was totally horny. Vishal paused, kissing my wife’s lips and turned my wife around, holding her hands, and lifting her hands up, “wow!” he exclaimed looking at my wife who was only in her grey petticoat and admiring her clean shaved underarms, her boobs, waist and navel. “You are like a dream, Shwetha,” he said and as my wife blushed, he started hugging my wife. As he was about to kiss my wife’s lips, someone knocked on the door, “excuse me,” he said and left my wife and went to answer the door. “Gopi, get my blouse,” my wife said, as I was about to go out the washroom, Vishal came back casually picking up my wife’s grey colour blouse and giving it to her. “Who is it, Vishu?” my wife asked. “Nobody, Shwetha,” he said and closed the washroom door with me and my wife inside and went out. As my wife started wearing her blouse without her bra inside, and turned around and looked at me, I was spellbound, as she was looking stunning giving me the full of her waist and navel, “what?!” my wife exclaimed. “As if you are looking at me for the first time,” my wife said smiling. “You look stunning in this, Shwetha,” as I said, she smiled at me, “but I am feeling naked underneath without my bra and panties, Gopi,” my wife said, smiling with her eyebrow up. “Go wear your saree, you won’t feel naked underneath then,” I said, smiling at her and she smiled at me and turned around to open the washroom door. The moment my wife opened the door fully and got out of the washroom to wear her saree, to our shock Vishal was standing, but he was with another guy. The moment the guy standing next to Vishal saw my wife in her blouse and petticoat, his eyes almost popped out and started shamelessly ogling at my wife. “Ermm.. Shwetha…, this is my friend from the Telugu Film Industry, …. Erm.. you saree is in the bedroom ,wait, I will get it,” he said and started going to his bedroom. The Telugu Film Industry guy without having the basic manners to leave the place, “hi, Shwetha, I am Hari,” he said and tried to give my wife a handshake. My dumb wife on the other hand, instead of covering herself, still thinking that she was living abroad and it was okay to reveal her navel and stuff, “hello, Mr. Hari,” she said and started shaking his hand. “Vishal has been telling me a lot about you. Come let's go to the living room and talk,” he said casually, at the same time shamelessly started ogling at my hot wife. “Let me wear my saree and come, please wait for me in the living room,” my wife said. “Sure,” he said, smiling at my wife, and started to leave towards the living room walking backwards with a smile on his face and getting an eyeful of my wife in her blouse and petticoat. “You look stunning, Shwetha, you are the perfect heroine material I was looking for,” he said and left for the living room. “What is he talking about?” as I exclaimed, Vishal came inside with my wife’s saree. “Sorry, Shwetha, your expensive saree was on the floor, so I took it and kept it in my bedroom,” Vishal said. Collecting her saree from Vishal, “who is he, why does he want to talk to me?” my wife asked and started wearing her saree. “Well, wear your saree and come, we will talk about it,” Vishal said and went to the living room.
As my wife got dressed up and went to the living room, “please sit down, Shwetha,” Vishal said and got up from the three seater sofa where he was sitting on the one where while the Telugu film industry guy was sitting on the other. “Guys, we have to leave, we are getting late,” I said. “Yeah, Vishal, we are getting late,” my wife said. “Okay, Shwetha. When are you leaving for Canada?” Vishal asked, my wife looked at me and told him the truth that we will be leaving next week. “Great, we will meet tomorrow then, shall we?” Vishal asked. As I started to say “tomorrow, we have some shopping to do, and ….” Vishal held my wife’s hand, “you have to come, okay?” he said and my wife agreed, and started leaving Vishal’s house.
As we got into the lift and started going down, my wife started feeling itchy at her crotch region. “What is it?” I asked. “Feeling itchy down there,” she whispered, smiling uneasily. “Full of Vishal’s semen?” I said, smiling. “He came a lot, Gopi,” my wife said. “Is it?” I asked. “Oh yeah. Poor guy, could not hold it longer,” my wife said. “I am not surprised, you look so sexy today, I thought the moment he removed your bra and touched your boobs, he would cum in his pants. But the guy controlled himself and managed to remove your panteis and have your pussy and cum inside your pussy, Shwetha,” I said. “It's too itchy, Gopi, I can’t stand straight,” my wife started smiling uneasily. “I can totally understand your situation, Shwetha, you have to control it until we reach our hotel,” I said and at the same time the lift door opened and we got out. Driver Balu, who was waiting for us, readily opened the door for us and we got inside, as we started traveling, my wife was moving her legs uncomfortably, rubbing her thighs, feeling the itch. What she did not notice was that Driver Balu, who generally is a talkative man, was quietly watching everything in his rearview mirror. He is an experienced man and must have easily understood that my wife must have slept with Vishal. My wife looked at me and came near me, “Gopi, if I scratch my itch, will Balu find out through his rear view mirror?” my wife whispered. “You want to scratch your itch badly?” I whispered. “Yeah, Gopi, please do something,” my wife whispered. “Alright, I will keep Balu busy,” I said. “Balu..!” I called. “Yes, Sir,” he said politely. “Can you fold your rear view mirror, I am gonna adjust my pants,” I said. “Sure, sir,” he said politely and started folding the rear view mirror. “Sir, there are curtains as well, close them if you want,” he said. “Perfect,” as I said and started closing the curtains, the entire back seat became dark. The moment Balu started folding his rear view mirror, and I closed the curtains and got everything dark, my wife started inserting her right hand inside where she had tugged her saree to her petticoat and started to scratch her itch, she got a text message. Stretching her itch with her right hand, she tried to pick up her phone from her handbag, as she couldn’t, I opened her bag and picked up her phone and gave it to her. The message was from Vishal. Though my wife badly wanted to continue stretching her itch, she did not want to delay replying to Vishal, and moving her legs comfortably she started replaying to Vishal. “I will help, don’t worry,” I whispered into my wife’s ear and inserted my right hand inside her saree and petticoat from her belly and started stretching her itch over her pussy. “Oh my god, feels so good,” she whispered softly, holding her phone and texting Vishal with both hands. “I am missing you already, Shwetha,” Vishal texted with a cry emoji. The moment my wife replied “missing you too, Vishu,” and waited for his reply, it was showing “typing...” for a long time. Meanwhile I was scratching my wife’s itch over her pussy, and now started inserting my finger inside my wife’s pussy, but she did mind. “Feels good?” I whispered into my wife’s ear. She nodded, and her focus was on the reply Vishal was typing. The next moment Vishal sent her a long message, and as my wife started reading the message which read “Shwetha, I am missing you. I am in my bed now, sniffing your black panteis. I am missing the smell of your pussy, I am missing the feel of your pussy, I am missing the wetness of your pussy, I am missing the warmth of your pussy, …” as the message continued all about my wife’s pussy, and I was fingering my wife’s pussy at the same time, I could feel my wife’s pussy getting wet already. She was clearly aroused by his message and was biting her lips to control herself from moaning. As I continued fingering my wife pussy, Vishal sent her another big message, “Shwetha, I can’t wait to sleep with you again, I want to insert my cock inside your pussy again, I want to keep my cock inside your pussy and enjoy the feel of your pussy again, I am aching for your pussy, I am crazy about your pussy, I want to sleep on top of you and make love to your pussy,” as he continued sending my wife naughty messages, and at the same time I started fingering her pussy vigorously, my wife started to breath heavily. Clearly she was about to cum, and Vishal sent her another message, “Shwetha, can and come and fuck you now? Please …. please … please please …..” as Vishal started begging my wife, and I continued fingering my wife’s pussy, “Yes,” she replied and the moment Vishal sent her a kiss smiley, and I inserted my finger deep inside my wife’s pussy, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,,,” she moaned and came all over my finger.
As the driver heard my wife moan, “sorry madam, the road was not good," he exclaimed and turned around, saw my hand inside my wife’s saree and petticoat, and quickly turned back around. Though he did not speak a word about it, and kept driving quietly, my wife and I were feeling embarrassed. After a while, “Madam, we are going saree shopping tomorrow right?” he asked casually. “Yeah, Balu,” my wife answered. “Just asking, madam, so that I can cancel other pickups if I am scheduled,” he said. It was surprising how police he was all this while and how patient he was waiting for us at Vishal’s place. “Balu, can I ask you something?” I said. “Sure, Sir,” he said. “How are you so polite today?” I asked. “Just wanted to prove to you and madam that I am not the guy who was rude to you last time, this is the real me,” he said and started talking about how helpful he is to people and stuff, but not a word he spoke or asked about what me and my wife were doing moments back. Which actually relaxed me and my wife, and helped us get back to normal. “Did you see anything?” my wife whispered into my ear. “I don’t think so,” I whispered into her ear. “My hand was covered inside your saree. Besides he did not even turn properly,” I said. “He thinks you screamed because of the bumpy road,” I said. “Oh yeah, he said that,” my wife whispered and started to relax now. “Balu, you have children at home?” my wife asked. “Yeah, madam, one daughter,” he said. “How old is she?” my wife asked. “She is 18, madam,” he said. “Remind me when we reach the hotel, I will give her some Canadian chocolates okay?” my wife said. “Oh thank you so much, madam,” he said. “What about your wife, Balu?” I asked. “She passed away, Sir, I am a widower,” he said, and my wife started feeling sorry for him. “I am sorry about your loss, Balu,” my wife said. He opened the rear view mirror, “thank you madam,” he said and his eyes were filled with tears. My wife saw that, “poor guy, Gopi,” she whispered. “Madam, I have a request, will you fulfill it?” he asked, wiping his tears. “Sure, Balu, tell me,” my wife said. “Will you come to this poor man’s house today and spend time with my daughter, and perhaps give the chocolates to her with your own hands? They will be really happy,” he said. “Do we have any plans today?” my wife asked me. “I forgot to tell you that I have arranged a party for my team in the evening, and we have to attend together,” I said. “Balu, today we have a party to attend, how about tomorrow?” my wife asked. “Tomorrow my sister is taking them to her house to take care of them for another week, so today is the only chance I have to take you to my daughter,” he said. “My God, what shall we do?” my wife asked me. “How far is your house from our hotel, Balu?” I asked. “My house is just behind our Hotel, sir,” he said. “Cool, then, Shwetha, we will meet his daughters now and attend the party in the evening,” I said. “Okay,” my wife said and smiled. “Is that okay with you Balu?” my wife said. “Thank you so much, Madam,” he said crying. “My daughter will be so happy if she sees you, madam,” he said. “We don’t have daughters, Balu, but we will be happy to see your daughters,” my wife said. Me and my wife always wanted to have daughters, but God had different plans for us. Since we could have daughters, we loved little girls, especially my wife. She always loved little girls because it reminded her about her childhood. “Will you play with her for a while?” the driver asked, wiping his tears. “I would love to, Balu, you don’t have to tell me at all. She is gonna love me,” my wife said. She was excited already to meet his daughter and play with her. The driver continued to cry happy tears watching my wife through the rear view mirror. “Thank you so much, madam, thank you so much,” he kept on thanking my wife and continued crying. “Balu, don’t cry, if you cry, I will not come to your house and play with your daughter,” my wife. “Sure madam, I will not cry… I will not cry,” he said in an emotional way and started wiping his tears. “See.. I am not crying..” he said and started smiling with tears still left all over his cheeks.
As we crossed our Hotel and were about to go to Driver Balu’s house, “Balu, stop me at our hotel, I will quickly go bring the chocolates for your daughter and come,” my wife said and he drove the car inside the hotel. As my wife got down and I was about to get down, “Gopi, you stay with Balu, I will be right back,” my wife said and took the keys from me and went inside. “My God, I can’t believe this is happening, Sir,” Balu said, looking at me in the rear view mirror. As I smiled at him, “Sorry, Sir, I accidentally watched you fingering your wife,” he said. As I sat quietly, “your wife looks so sexy in this saree, today anyone in your place would have felt like lifting her saree and petticoat inserting his hand inside your wife’s panties and fingering her pussy and enjoying themselves,” as he was saying, the horny guy inside him woke up and started dirty about my wife, and I was shamelessly enjoying it and getting horny. “She is not wearing her panties inside, Balu,” I whispered. “You are a lucky man, Sir, that’s all I have to say. My dream is to enjoy a wife like yours, Sir. Your wife is homely and at the same time hot at the same time. She is perfect, so perfect. You are lucky man, sir,” he said. “Thanks Balu,” I said smiling and at the same time I was enjoying how jealous he was about me for marrying my wife, which was keeping me horny. “Sir, hope you don’t think I am rude to me when I am describing your wife’s beauty. I know you have already told me that you are okay with me admiring your wife’s beauty, but still I want to make sure you don’t think I am being rude,” he said. “Not at all, Balu. You are free to admire my wife,” I said. “Ever since I saw your wife, I have been so jealous of you, sir,” he said. “Ha ha ha …” I laughed. “Ever since I saw your wife, I have been fantasizing that I am her husband and she is my wife,” he said. “Ha ha ha.. Interesting,” I said. “When I was trying to help you carry your wife, I hugged her and carried her, thinking that I am her husband and I am carrying my wife. I felt like my fantasy was coming true,” he paused for a moment and turned around, “Oh sorry, Sir, I am telling too much,” he said. “No, it's okay, I am fine with it, Balu, I like people who don’t hide things from me,” I said. “I don’t feel like hiding anything for you, Sir, I feel like I can share anything with you,” he started, “at the pub, when I saw her with Vishal, I got jealous. You were drunk and that bastard was dancing with your wife and kissing her lips and all,” he said. “Did you come inside the pub?” I asked. “Yeah, to see if madam was drunk enough so that I can carry her like last time,” he said. “Seems like you like carrying my wife, don’t you?” I said. “Your wife is my dream babe, wouldn’t I enjoy carrying her? I want to confess one thing with you here, sir. When I was carrying your wife down the stairs hugging her, I got horny and started feeling her up nicely, and I got more horny and started removing her leggings and even started removing your wife’s panteis as well, Sir. I still have your wife’s panteis with me,” he said and pulled out my wife’s panties out of his pocket, “this smell of your wife’s panteis has been driving me crazy ever since I removed her panteis and started sniffing it, Sir,” he said in an emotional way and started sniffing my wife panteis. “Just like you enjoying fingering her pussy today, I fingered her pussy at the pub, and stared all her juices which were all over my fingers. You are a lucky man, Sir, that’s all I can say.. That’s all I can say ..” he was saying in an emotional way and tried to relax. Looks like he was crazy about my wife and was using every chance to enjoy my wife. “Sir, the last time I was rude to you, you know why? Because I knew Vishal was taking my dream babe to his place to enjoy her. He tricked you nicely and enjoyed your wife nicely. While taking you and your wife back to the Hotel, I was disappointed and mad at you both, that’s why I was rude, Sir,” he said. “Today, when I saw her at the lift, when you drifted her saree pallu aside and showed me her navel and boobs in her blouse, I went crazy. If you were my best friend, I would have begged you to let me have your wife and removed her saree …..” he paused as he saw my wife coming back with a bag full of chocolates.
She was in the saree, and got inside the car, “Balu, let's go,” she said. “What took you so long?” I asked. “The keys did not work and the room service boy Ravi was helping me open the door,” my wife said. As my wife mentioned Ravi, I got excited and my wife quickly saw my eyes brightening when she mentioned his name and smiled at me. Since Driver Balu was with us I did not want to talk about Ravi and to change the topic, “thought you were changing your dress,” I said. “I thought of changing, but realized you guys were waiting for me and came back taking the chocolates,” my wife said. “Shall we go madam?” the driver asked. “Yeah,” my wife said and he started the car and began taking us to his house. “Madam, my house is small, please bear with me,” he said. “It's okay, Balu, we are not going to be there for too long, you see,” my wife said. “Yeah, we are just gonna be there for 1 hour and after that we will be right back to the hotel,” as he was saying, he got a call from his daughters and he began talking to them. “Hello my darling, I have a surprise for you today,” he said to his daughter over the phone. “I am going to bring your mom’s sister home,” he said over the phone. “Yeah, your mother’s sister got lost, but she is settled in Canada, and she is coming home to meet you guys with chocolates,” the driver said to his daughter. “Wait.. we are almost there, keep the door open,” he said and hung up the call. “Madam, I am so sorry, without your permission I lied to my daughter that you are my wife’s lost sister from Canada. I told them just to make them happy, I am really sorry about it,” he said. “It's okay, Balu, we parents lie to our children to make them happy,” my wife said. “Did your wife really have a sister, Balu?” I asked. “No, sir, I lie to my daughter a lot, to make them forget my wife’s tragedy. I just made up a story now, and she is very happy now. It's okay to say and do anything to make our children happy, isn’t it, Madam?” he said looking at my wife in the rear view mirror. “I have lied to my sons too just to make them happy many times, Balu, just don’t worry, I will play along and pretend that I am your wife’s lost sister, coming from Canada,” my wife said. “Just for 1 hour, Madam,” he said. “Yeah,” my wife said. Definitely Driver Balu must be having something in his mind. He had already convinced my wife to act as his wife’s sister already and my wife was ready as well.
The very next moment, after passing through a couple of small gullies, we reached Driver Balu’s house. As we entered inside, his daughter came running and started hugging her dad. “Maya, this is Shwetha Aunty, from Canada,” he said. “Wow…! She is beautiful, Daddy,” as his daughter exclaimed. “Hi, Maya, this is for you,” my wife said and gave the chocolates to the driver’s daughter. “Thank you so much,” she said and hugged my wife. Since she was shorter than my wife, as she hugged my wife, her hands accidentally went inside my wife’s pallu and revealed my wife’s waist and her left boobs over her blouse. As my wife was busy sharing her love to the driver’s daughter, he eyes went right on my wife’s pallu, exposed left boobs over her blouse, and went too close to my wife to get an eyeful. “Maya, come,” he said and in the name of freeing his daughter from my wife, he brushed my wife’s belly and navel with his palm and brushed my wife’s pallu exposed left boobs with her biceps, which my wife did not mind. “Please have a seat, Madam,” he said and offered us to sit on two chairs. As we took our seats, “Daddy, why are you calling Shwetha Aunty as Madam?” his daughter asked. To play along, “yeah, why are you calling me, Madam?” my wife said. “Just call me Shwetha,” my wife said, smiling at the driver. His daughters, “wait..!” she said and ran inside her bedroom. “Madam, how can I call you by name?” the driver exclaimed, he was clearly acting as if he was respecting my wife, and my wife did not know that he was plotting to enjoy her at some point. “Just for 1 hour, Balu, it's okay, feel free to call her Shwetha,” I said. “Yeah, Balu,” my wife said. “Madam, I am feeling so shy to call you, Shwetha,” he said blushing. “Balu, I am your wife’s sister remember, you have to call me Shwetha,” my wife said smiling. “Alright, just for 1 hour, I am gonna call you, Shwetha,” the driver said. “Good,” as my wife said, his daughter came back with all her certificates, medals, and trophies she got at sports. All of it totally reminded my wife of herself, as my wife used to play a lot when she was young and had won a lot of medals and trophies; and my wife started feeling emotional and happy with the driver’s daughter. “Wow.. Great..!” my wife explained looking at the driver’s daughter’s certificates and stuff, “even I used to win a lot of certificates, trophies, medals, etc,” my wife said. “Really? Next time when you come here, will you bring all your certificates and show it to me, mommy?” she said. “Maya, it's Aunty, not mommy,” the driver corrected, but in a rude tone. “Balu..!!” my wife exclaimed as she did not like the way he was rude to his daughter. “Maya, you can call me mommy, okay?” my wife said. “Thank you, Mommy,” she said and started hugging my wife. “Wait,” the driver’s daughter said and went to the kitchen. “Balu, I did not like the way you were rude to your daughter,” my wife said. “Sorry, madam,” as Balu sounded apologetic. “Just for 1 hour, let me call me mommy,” my wife said. “Sure, madam,” Balu said. “Daddy,” his daughter called from the kitchen, and he went inside and spoke something to her and both came out, “Madam, I will buy a milk packet and come,” Balu said and went out, and my wife called Maya and made her sit next to her. “Mommy, do you know how to swim?” Maya asked. “I have won a lot of medals in swimming, Maya,” as my wife started talking about swimming, Maya started listening to all the stories about her swimming days, and they both began to gel with each other pretty well.
Balu came back and gave the milk packet to his daughter, and collecting it, she took it to the kitchen. “Coffee or Tea, Madam?” the driver asked. “Coffee,” as my wife said. “Make four coffees, Maya,” he yelped at his daughter. “Sure, Dad,” as his daughter replied. “What?! She is going to make coffee? It's dangerous to let children anywhere near the fire,” my wife said and stood up and started going near the kitchen. As the driver followed my wife swaying her ass in her saree and walked into his kitchen, I followed him, “Maya, come aside, I will make coffee,” My wife said. “No.. you are our guest and only I make coffee for our guests,” Maya said. “I am not your guest, Maya, I am your Aunt, remember,” my wife said politely. “Let her make coffee, madam.. Sorry, Shwetha,” the driver said. “You don’t say a word, Balu, it's between me and Maya, now,” my wife said and silenced the driver. “Aunts are still our guests,” Maya said and stubbornly continued boiling the milk. “Maya, I am not your Aunt, I am your “Mommy,” remember?” my wife said politely. “Oh, yeah, mommy, but my mommy never wore saree at home,” Maya said. “What?!” my wife exclaimed and looked at the driver. “Yeah, madam, my wife never wore a saree at home when she was in the kitchen,” the driver whispered. “Why?” my wife whispered. “Back then we did not have LPG, we used to have Kerosine stoves, while she was cooking her saree caught fire, ever since then she stopped wearing sarees when she was in the kitchen,” the driver said. “Then, what did she wear?” my wife asked. “She used to enter the kitchen removing her saree and only wear her saree after coming out of the kitchen,” the driver said. “Only if you remove your saree and enter inside the kitchen, Maya will allow you to make coffee for us,” the driver whispered. I got his trick this time, that he was tricking my wife to remove her saree. “What shall we do now?” the driver asked. I got horny and began to help him, “Shwetha, if you want to help Maya, you have to take off your saree and help her,” I whispered into my wife’s ear. “How can I? Balu is here,” my wife whispered back. “You were fine with Vishal’s friend watching you in your blouse and petticoat, right?” I whispered into her ear. “Yeah, but I am feeling uneasy in front of Balu,” she whispered into my ear. “As if Balu has not seen your palluless. He has hugged you while carrying you, carried you over his shoulders, touched your bottom when someone removed your panteis. Just remove your saree and help the poor girl, Shwetha, I will take Balu to the living room,” I said. “Okay, take him to the living room,” my wife whispered. “Balu, let's go to the living room, my wife is going to remove her saree and help your daughter in the kitchen,” I said. “Sure, Sir,” the driver whispered and started following me, and as he was about to pass my wife, “no one is going to come here, madam, if you want to remove your saree, please feel free to remove your saree, madam. If you want I will wait outside the house,” he whispered. “No Balu, stay here,” my wife said. “Yeah, Balu, stay here. My wife has been wearing Ghagra Cholis in Canada at many weddings, so being in her Blouse and Petticoat is similar to that, you don’t have to think that she is feeling uncomfortable and you have to go out,” I whispered. “Then, it is okay, Sir,” Balu said. “Shwetha, remove your saree and help Maya, just feel free okay?” I whispered into my wife’s ear, and my wife nodded and started removing her saree. As my wife started removing her saree, “See Maya, Mommy is removing her saree to help you, okay?” the driver said and his daughter started smiling at my wife. As my wife started smiling at Maya and started removing her saree, the driver who was standing right next to my wife, started ogling at my wife. As her pallu went off her blouse, his eyes went right on my wife’s boobs in her blouse, and began biting hips. As my wife started pulling her saree pleats which were tugged into her saree, he was having a full view of my wife’s navel and belly and licking his lips. As my wife removed her saree completely, “the floor is dirty, madam, let me hold it,” he said and grabbed my wife’s saree from her, and sniffing my wife’s saree he started taking it out of the kitchen. “Maya, can I help you, now?” my wife asked. “Yeah, mommy,” Maya said in a too sweet way, which my wife did not notice but I noticed that she was not innocent and she is not a 12-year-old. As my wife started to boil the milk, I went to the bedroom where Balu had taken my saree. When I asked about Maya, Balu was trying to hide something about her, but when I told him I have knew that he was tricking my wife to enjoy her and I am will be okay with it only if he tells me about Maya, Balu started telling me that his daughter Maya is a not a daughter but a son, and he not 12, but 18, and he has this rare condition called Hypopituitarism, which makes him look like a 12 year old. He also started telling me his son never leaves the house because all the boys of his age are grown up and he is ashamed to be with them, besides he has a girly voice therefore he stays at home to avoid embarrassment. The only way to cover up all this was to have a buff haircut and wear girls clothes and be at home and people who come home think that he is a little girl and be friendly with him. “And you are using your son to get closer to my wife?” I asked. “Sir, I have told you all this believing that you are okay with me trying to get closer to my wife,” he said in an apologetic tone. “No Balu, listen, I know you have been lusting my wife ever since you saw her. I mean I saw the way you, in the name of helping me carry my wife, felt up my wife’s ass while carrying her over the shoulder, hugged her nicely in the lift and even slept on her while making her rest on the bed. On the other day, in the name of saving my wife, you hugged my wife and carried her and removed her leggings and removed her panties and even fingered my wife’s pussy, and made her cum,” as I was saying, I love your wife, Sir, I want to enjoy her somehow before she leaves for Canada. You have to help me have your wife, Sir,” he said. “Balu, I can help you, but not too much, you have to figure out a way, like you are trying your luck through your daughter,” I said. “My son has been helping me lust your wife ever since he drifted your wife’s pallu off and revealed her navel and boobs in her blouse, Sir,” he said. Before I could reply, “Sir, let's go to the kitchen, I am missing all the show your wife is putting on without her knowledge in her blouse and petticoat,” he said and started leaving to the kitchen. “You are crazy about my wife aren’t you?” I said, deep down I was horny and was excited to watch how he was going to trap my wife. “Desperate to have your wife’s pussy, Sir,” he said. “Good luck with that, Balu,” I said. “Thank you Sir,” he said smiling and started leaving to the kitchen, and stood right at the kitchen door and started admiring my wife making coffee standing only in her grey petticoat and grey blouse. As I stood next to him, “wow, look at your wife’s ass in that petticoat sir..!” as he whispered, “Maya, how is mommy helping you make coffee, honey?” he asked, my wife turned towards us and smiled at me and Balu. Looked like my wife had already gotten comfortable being in her blouse and petticoat now, “mommy is doing great, and she is so kind,” Maya said in a sweet and melting tone which was melting my wife as well. “Awwwww….. Thank you, Maya,” as my wife said and bent down to kiss Maya on her cheek, her ass in her petticoat came to full view. “My God..!” the driver whispered, scratching his cock. Leaving my wife in the kitchen, Maya came towards us smiling, “Daddy, come,” she said and went to the bedroom. As the driver went, I followed him to the bedroom, and Maya signaled him to send me out, “No problem, Mayank, Uncle is on our side,” he said. “Good,” he said and smiled at me. “She is not wearing her panteis inside, I felt her ass up, and she is not wearing her bra inside as well,” he said to his dad. “Wow.. thank you, Mayank,” the driver thanked his son. “She is hot, Daddy, would you mind if I feel her up every now and then?” Mayank said. “Sir, can he?” the driver softly asked looking at me. “I don’t mind, Mayank, as long as she doesn’t get suspicious,” as I said, the driver and his son started laughing. “Why are you laughing?” I asked. “Sir, you don’t know about him, he doesn’t spare any woman who comes to this house. He will send them only after feeling them up completely,” the driver said. “What if he gets caught?” I said. “They think I am a girl, uncle, and they let me play with them. Some aunties even get turned on when I touch them at the wrong places and even enjoy it,” he said. “Mmmm.. lucky guy,” I said and smiled at him. “Daddy, I am gonna give you another surprise, get ready,” he said. “What is it, Mayank?” he asked. “You are gonna love it,” he said. As he was going past me, “thanks for helping daddy, uncle,” he said. “You have no idea how crazy he is about her,” as he said, “uncle knows it, Mayank,” the driver said. “Mmmmmm so a threesome in the cards, then?” Mayank asked. “No, it is just your dad,” I said. “I have no objection if you join us in a threesome,” the driver said. “No Daddy, Uncle is right, you have to enjoy Shwetha fully, alone first,” Mayank said. This little boy telling his dad how to enjoy my wife and even using her name started making me feel horny. “If you guys think I should enjoy her alone first, I think I am gonna do it,” the driver said. Mayank smiled, “wait in the living room for the surprise, Daddy,” he said and went to the kitchen.
As me and the driver sat in the living room, my wife was bringing coffee for us in the tray. The way she was talking towards us, holding the tray and giving a full view of her boobs in her blouse and her full navel, the driver got excited and so did I. “Mmmmmm… looks yummy…” the driver exclaimed looking at my wife’s navel, and my dumb wife thought that he was looking at the coffee in the try which was close to her navel. “How can you say it's yummy without tasting it?” my wife asked, smiling. “Mmmm… I am gonna taste everything, Shwetha,” he said and looked at me and winked at me. As my wife was carrying coffee in the tray and walking towards us slowly so that it wouldn’t spill, to my shock and the driver’s surprise, his son cheekily pulled my wife’s petticoat string, and winked at his dad. Immediately the driver got up from the chair, “here madam, I will carry from here,” he said and stood behind her and started licking her lips watching my wife’s ass in her petticoat from behind. “No, Balu,” I got this as my wife said and bent down slowly to keep the tray on the coffee table. “Why are you calling her, madam, daddy?,” Mayank asked, confusing my wife, and as the driver struggled to answer, all of a sudden Mayank pulled my wife’s petticoat string out, which my wife did not notice. The moment my wife bent over to place the tray full of hot coffee on the table, her petticoat string gave off and her entire petticoat came down falling around my wife’s feet revealing my wife’s entire pussy and asshole to the driver and his son. “Madam..!” as the driver exclaimed and in the name of pulling my wife’s petticoat up grabbed my wife’s petticoat, he buried his entire mouth on my wife’s pussy, giving my wife’s pussy a quick suck and giving my wife’s asshole a lick with his full tongue, “oooooooooooooooooohhhhh,” my wife exclaimed and dropped the tray full of coffee all over table. By the time she dropped the tray full of coffee all over the table and floor, the driver had pulled her petticoat up and covered her up, which made the coffee spill all over her petticoat after hitting the table. “Maya, take Aunty to the washroom, and clean her up,” the driver said, holding my wife’s petticoat and covering my wife’s nakedness. “Thank you, Balu,” my wife whispered and took control of her petticoat from him, and Mayank took my wife to the washroom. “My God..your wife’s pussy and asshole tastes great, Sir,” he exclaimed, licking his lips. I quickly followed Mayank and my wife to the washroom. As they both entered the washroom, I followed them inside. “Sorry, ladies only,” Mayank said and closed the door. “Mommy, you want to take a bath?,” the driver’s son asked. As I was standing next to the door, and started eavesdropping, the driver also joined me. “No, Maya, I will just wash my legs,” my wife said. “Okay, lift your petticoat mommy, I will pour water,” Mayank said. As I could hear my wife lifting her petticoat and washing her legs, “Wow, Mommy, your legs are so clean, no a pinch of hair all over your legs, but I am way younger than you and I have a lot of hairs,” Mayank said. “Don’t worry, when you grow older, you can wax them,” my wife said, washing her legs. “Did you wax your legs mommy?” Mayank asked. “Yeah,” my wife answered. I could hear my wife rinsing her petticoat as well. “What about your underarms, mommy? You wax your underarms as well?” the driver’s son asked. “Yeah, Maya. We in Canada wax every part of the body,” my wife answered smiling. “Mommy, can you lift your petticoat about your waist, I want to see how you have waxed your Choo Choo area?” the driver’s son asked innocently. “What?!” my wife exclaimed for a moment. “Your Choo Choo, mommy. Just lift your petticoat, I want to see how cleanly you have waxed your Choo Choo,” the driver’s son asked again innocently. “You mean down there?” my wife whispered. “Yeah, mommy,” the driver’s son asked. “Alright, you are not telling this to daddy, okay?” my wife whispered. “I won’t,” the driver’s son said. There was a pause for a moment, it looked like my wife was lifting her petticoat above her waist and showing her pussy to the driver’s son, thinking that he is a girl. “Wow, mommy, your choo choo looks so clean, not a single hair..!” the driver’s son exclaimed. “Wow, mommy, it feels so soft,” the driver’s son exclaimed. “Enough, Maya,” my wife said laughing. It looked like my wife was feeling ticklish when the driver’s son was feeling her pussy. “Mmmmm.. Wait mommy, it feels so soft and nice,” the driver’s son said. “Mmm… enough, Maya,” my wife moaned this time. “Okay, mommy,” the driver’s son said in a sweet tone, it looked like he had taken his hand off my wife’s pussy. “Can’t wait to grow up and become like you, mommy,” the driver’s son said. “Soon, you will, Maya,” my wife said. “And I can wax like you?” the driver’s son asked. “Yes,” my wife said. “What about your bum hole, mommy? Have you waxed there as well?,” the driver’s son asked in a sweet and girly voice. “I said everywhere, Maya,” my wife said. “Can I see it, mommy, please,” the driver’s son begged. “Maya, this is too private,” my wife whispered. “I will not tell daddy, I promise,” the driver’s son said in a sweet tone. “Maya, that is too private,” my wife whispered again. “Please mommy,” the driver’s son pleaded in a sweet tone. “Alright, you are not going to say this to anyone okay?” my wife said. “I promise, I won’t,” my wife said. After a moment’s pause, “no mommy, not like that. Just turn around and bend over, please,” the driver’s son said. “Maya.. no….” my wife whispered. “Please mommy,” the driver’s son begged in a more girly and soft tone. “Hmmmmmm.. Alright, as long as you don’t tell anyone,” my wife said and bent over. “Wow..!! It looks so clean, mommy,” the driver’s son exclaimed. “Mmmmmmmm… it smells great as well,” as the driver’s son said, “Hey Maya, you are not supposed to sniff,” my wife said. “Why mommy, it smells good,” he said. “Alright, I won’t sniff, now please bend over again,” the driver’s son said. After a good 10 seconds, “mommy, your butt hole looks so clean, just like your choo choo,” the driver’s son exclaimed. “Ooooops….!” my wife exclaimed now. “Mommy why did you stand straight all of a sudden, my finger went inside your choo choo, and got wet with your pee pee,” the driver’s son exclaimed. “That’s not pee, Maya….” my wife uttered and stopped her sentence. Looks like the driver’s son had made my wife’s pussy wet already. “Mommy, please bend over again, I did not see properly,” the driver’s son said. “Enough, Maya, please,” my wife said. “Mommy…!” the driver’s son exclaimed in a louder tone. “No, Maya, no… Noo…” looked like my wife got scared. “Now bend over,” the driver’s son said. “Maya, please..!” my wife begged this time, at the same time I started hearing my wife cry. “If you don’t bend over, this will go right here,” the driver’s son said, but I could not understand what he was saying. “Okay… okay.. Okay…” my wife started breathing heavily, “mmmmmmm.. You are so wet down here, Shwetha,” the driver’s son said. “Mmmmmmm… no Maya please,” my wife begged. “Shut up, mmmmmmm…. Your pussy tastes so good, Shwetha,” the driver’s son whispered. All this while he was calling my wife as Mommy, and now he has started calling her as Shwetha, looking like something happening inside. “Please, Maya, please,” my wife continued to beg. “I am gonna kiss your asshole now,” the driver’s son said. “No no no no no no no…… ooooh,” as my wife started exclaiming, “Mmmmuah… Mmmmmuah… Mmmmmuha… Mmmmmmuha…” I could hear kissing sounds all over, looking like the driver’s son was kissing my wife’s asshole. “Enough, Maya, let me go,” my wife begged. “Nice asshole you have got there, Shwetha, I thoroughly enjoyed kissing it,” he said and all of a sudden, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmm” my wife moaned. “Don’t … no no no no…. Maya… no no….” my wife started exclaiming. “Shut up, or else this will go right here” the driver’s son said. “No Maya… no .. no no no no no no no no….. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” my wife started moaning, looks like the driver’s son was fucking my wife. I could clearly hear him fucking my wife, and my wife was crying and moaning, as I tried to open the door, “Sir, please, don’t open the door,” the driver said. “Mmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm,” the driver’s son was moaning. “This is not right, Maya, this is not right.. I thought you were a girl, mmmmmmm … no .. maya,” my wife was moaning. “Your pussy is great, Shwetha, mmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmm,” the driver’s son was moaning. “I trusted you, and showed you my pussy, and this is how you repay my trust mmmm mmmmmmm tell me, Maya…. Mmmmmm mmmm,” my was moaning as well. “MMmm aaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa mmmm mmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mm ,,,, I am gonna cum …. I am gonna cum… inside your pussy, mmmmm mmmmmmm,” the driver’s son was moaning and all of a sudden there was a pause. “Will you tell this to anyone?” the driver’s son said. “No, I won’t,” my wife said crying. “If you tell this to my dad, you will be dead,” the driver’s son threatened. “No, I promise I won’t tell this to your dad, please let me go,” my wife begged. “Can I trust you?” he asked. “You can trust me, please let me go,” my wife started begging. “Alright I am gonna open the door now and bring your saree, wear your saree and come out and act normal, okay?” he said. “I will, I promise,” my wife said. The next moment, the driver’s son opened the door and came out, tired, looked like he had fucked my wife in the washroom. “Go bring her saree,” the driver’s son said looking at his dad, and his dad ran quickly and brought her saree and gave it to him. The driver’s son opened the door and threw my wife’s saree inside, and after wearing her saree my wife came out wiping her tears and walking uneasily. “Are you okay madam?” the driver asked. “I am fine, Balu,” my wife said with a fake smile. As my wife still struggled to walk, “here madam, let me hold you,” he said and readily hugged my wife and started carrying her towards the sofa. “Balu, I am not feeling well, can you drop me at our hotel immediately,” my wife said in a begging tone. “Sure madam,” he said and put my wife’s arms around his neck, and lifted her saree and petticoat above her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbing her ass cheeks, he started walking towards the door. Though the driver was openly hugging my wife and grabbing her ass and carrying her, she did not mind. It looked like all she wanted was to go back to the hotel as early as possible. Carrying my wife, “Maya..” he called his son who was acting like a daughter. “Yes, Daddy,” he said in a soft voice with both his hands behind. “Let’s go, Balu, let's go,” my wife said in a terrified tone, hugging the driver tighter and wrapping her legs around his waist tighter. The driver was enjoying the feel of my wife in his arms and the feel of my wife’s ass in his hands.
“Mommy, I know you want to go now, before that can you give daddy a goodbye kiss?” the driver’s son said. “Sure Maya, after this kiss we are leaving okay?” my wife said, she was clearly scared. As the driver dropped my wife down, my wife planted a kiss on the driver’s cheek. “Mommy, not on the cheeks, on daddy’s lips, only then I will let you go,” the driver’s son said in a sweet tone. Waiting for no time, my wife started holding the driver’s face and started kissing his lips, and the driver readily started kissing my wife’s lips back holding her waist. “Can you go now, Maya?” my wife asked, breaking the kiss. “Mommy, can you take your saree off for daddy?” the driver’s son said in a soft tone. “Maya.. please .” my wife begged. “Do it mommy, or how can you go?” he said in a soft tone, and my wife started removing her saree and stood only in her gray blouse and wet gray petticoat. Though she was looking terrified, she was looking hot as hell. “Mommy, can you take your blouse off for daddy?” the driver’s son said softly. “My God, Maya, please .. please …” my wife started begging and tears started rolling all over her cheeks. Clearly the driver’s son has been threatening her and she was dancing according to his tune. “Please mommy, take your blouse off for daddy, only then you can go home,” the driver’s son said and shockingly, my wife started removing her blouse crying and threw her blouse down and stood half naked and covered her boobs with her hands. I was so horny, and especially the way she was being threatened and made to remove her saree and blouse and stand only in her petticoat, made me super horny and I was enjoying it. “Mommy, now, take your hands off and remove your petticoat, please,” the driver’s son said softly. “No way, Maya… no….. No noooooooo no…” my wife started to beg. “You want to go back to Canada with uncle, right? Your sons are waiting for you in Canada right?” the driver’s son said politely. “Yeah, Maya….” my wife cried. “Then remove your petticoat now,” the driver’s son said and my wife started crying and started removing her petticoat knot. Watching my wife taking her hands off her boobs and revealing her boobs and trying to remove her petticoat knot, the driver could not control himself and started rubbing his cock over his pants. Me, on the other hand, was thrilled and excited to watch my wife getting naked in front of us. With tears rolling all over her cheeks, my wife removed her petticoat knot and left the petticoat to fall on the floor. “Daddy, can you take off your clothes?” the driver’s son said and the driver quickly got naked and was having a huge boner, obviously. “Mommy, can you kiss daddy now?” the driver’s son said in a soft tone. My wife was totally defeated now and started crying and walking naked towards the driver and started kissing her lips, and the driver, readily grabbing my wife’s ass cheeks, he started kissing my wife’s lips back passionately. My wife who was kissing the driver’s lips reluctantly, as he took his right hand off her left ass cheeks and brought it towards the front and started grabbing my wife’s pussy, my wife started kissing his lips passionately. “Mmmmm… She is wet.. She is ready…,” the driver said, grabbing my wife’s pussy. Grabbing her hand, he took my naked wife inside the bedroom and my wife followed him. By the time I followed them to the bedroom, my naked wife and the driver had started hugging already and started kissing each other’s lips passionately. As the driver started grabbing my wife’s ass cheeks again and started going down kissing her neck and and started sucking her boobs, “mmmmmm mmmmm mmmm,” my wife started moaning, closing her eyes. The driver knew that my wife was horny and was ready to get laid, he grabbed my wife’s pussy and made her sit on the bed and knelt in front of my wife and started kissing her lips and my wife started holding his face and started kissing his lips back. As he paused kissing my wife’s lips and started grabbing her boobs, my wife looked at him with her half closed eyes, and pushed her back on the bed and slept on top of her and inserted his cock inside my wife’s pussy and started making love to my wife. “Mmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmm ,” my wife was moaning. “Shwetha, you know how good your pussy feels, mmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm,” the driver was moaning and making love to my wife. “Mmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm.. My god.. Shwetha ….. This is like a dream come true for me, mmmmmmm m… thank you Shwetha,.... Mmmm mmmmmm thank you Shwetha,..... Thank you for your pussy, Shwetha… mmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm, mmmmm mmmmm mmm,” the driver was moaning and moaning making love to my wife and my wife was clearly in pain now and her tears began rolling sideways. “Shwetha…. Shwetha… mmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm thank you for your pussy, Shwetha… mmm mmmmm mmmm mmmffmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm….” he moaned and shot his cum deep inside my wife’s pussy and breathing heavily he started resting his head on my wife’s boobs. “Let me go, Balu,” my wife said, crying. “Shwetha, why are you crying, dear?” he asked, placing one hand on my wife’s boobs. “Please let me go, Balu, please,” as my wife begged. “Shwetha, I have not satisfied you? You want it once again?” the driver asked, grabbing both my wife’s boobs, sleeping on top of her. “Balu, please … take me to my hotel, please,” she begged with tears. “Shwetha, I am still horny, I can do it better this time,” as the driver said and got off my wife and slept next to her, my wife started to get up. As my wife started to get up, the driver got up as well, “Shwetha, are you sure you want to leave?” the driver asked, grabbing my wife’s right hand with his left hand and grabbing my wife’s pussy with his right hand. “Yeah, Balu, please,” my wife begged and tried to pull his right hand off her pussy with her left hand. Since he was strong, my wife struggled to pull his right hand off her pussy with her non-dominant left hand. “You want to wash your pussy, Shwetha, it is full of my cum?” he asked. “No Balu, I will go home and wash it,” my wife said feeling uncomfortable with his hand grabbing her pussy. “Are you sure?” he asked, taking his right hand off her pussy. Bit relieved, but still feeling uneasy, “sure, Balu,” as my wife said, “It's okay.. It's okay.. It's okay…” he said and wrapped her arms around his neck and started hugging my naked wife. “Grabbing my wife’s nude ass cheeks, put on your clothes okay, I will drop you to the hotel safe,” he said. As my wife nodded with her head down, and freed herself from the driver and was about to go to put on her clothes, “Shwetha…” he exclaimed and as my wife turned around, “hey…I forgot to thank you,” he said and hugged my naked wife again, “thank you letting me fuck you, Shwetha,” he said and started kissing my wife’s lips. As my wife tried to pull her lips off the driver’s lips, he grabbed my wife’s hair tight and started kissing my wife’s lips, “you were great, Shwetha, what a beauty you are..!” he exclaimed, grabbing my wife’s hair and admiring my wife’s face up close. “Balu, please let me go,” my wife whispered. “Shwetha, tell me frankly, did I satisfy you? If not, I can have your pussy once again and satisfy you,” he said, with his left hand still grabbing my wife’s hair, taking his right hand off my wife’s hair and grabbing my wife’s pussy. “Balu, please..” my wife began to cry out loud. “Just tell me if I satisfied you or not? I can’t send you home unsatisfied,” he said, at the same time started fingering my wife’s pussy. Trying hard to pull his hand off her pussy, “You satisfied me well, Balu, please let me go,” my wife said crying. “Are you lying mommy?” the driver’s son who was all this while standing behind me quietly asked. “No, Balu, I am not lying, you are so good,” my wife said. “Really, Shwetha?” Balu exclaimed, taking his hands off my wife’s pussy and hair as well. My wife quickly realised that appreciating him and giving me fake compliments works in changing his mood, and all of a sudden started to act friendly with him. “Yes, Balu,” my wife said, faking a smile. “Oh thank you, Shwetha, for a moment I got worried that I did not satisfy you and I had to fuck you once again,” the driver said and grabbed my wife’s ass casually. “Shall I drop you back at the Hotel?” he asked, squeezing my wife’s ass cheeks lustfully and trying to insert his fingers into my wife’s ass crack. “Yes, Balu, drop me back to the Hotel,” as my wife said hoping that he would take his hands off her ass, “hey, Shwetha, I know you enjoyed the way I made love to you. Get your pussy ready for me tomorrow as well, okay, I am gonna enjoy your pussy tomorrow when I take your shopping as well, okay?” he whispered. As my wife whispered faking a smile, the driver started kissing my wife’s lips, and offering her lips to be kissed, my wife for a moment tried to break the kiss, but the driver took his hands off my wife’s ass and held my wife’s face and continued kissing my wife’s lips passionately.
Taking his right hand off her face, he again brought it down and grabbed my wife’s pussy, “Mmmmmm, Shwetha….!” he exclaimed, breaking the kiss, “you are so wet, how about one more time?,” he said, now trying to finger my wife’s pussy, but this time my wife held his hand with both hands and pulled his hand off her pussy before he could insert his middle finger deeper inside her pussy. “Tomorrow, Balu, please,” my wife begged, holding his hand with both hands. “I don’t trust her, Daddy, what if she doesn’t let you play with her tomorrow?” the driver’s son asked. “Oh no, Maya, I will definitely let Daddy play with me tomorrow,” my wife said. “Promise?” the driver’s son asked. “Promise,” my wife said. “Shwetha, kiss my lips and promise me,” as the driver said, my wife planted a kiss on the driver’s lips hesitantly, “promise,” she said. “Not like that, Shwetha, kiss my lips like you want me really badly,” the driver said. In hopes that the driver would let her go if she kissed him well, my wife held his face and started kissing the driver’s lips passionately. My wife was kissing him so passionately that he started having a boner again and the moment the driver grabbed my wife’s pussy again, my wife stopped kissing his lips and tried to take his hand off her pussy. “Wow, your wife is a great kisser, Sir,” the driver said and went behind her and started grabbing my wife’s boobs from behind, and started rubbing his hard cock between her ass cheeks. As my wife tried to break herself from him, he bent my wife over and started inserting his cock inside my wife’s pussy. Since my wife’s pussy was already wet, his cock went inside her pussy easily. “Oooooooooooooooooooooh…. Balu… no…. Please…..,” my wife begged as the driver began grabbing my wife’s waist from behind tighter, leaving her no chance to escape from him, and began making love to her. “Mmmmm mmmmmm.. Why Shwetha? You don’t like me? Mmm mmm mmmm,” the driver started fucking my wife. “Mmmmm mmmm noooo nooooo nooooooo Balu…. Mmmmm mmmmmm,” my wife started moaning this time. “Mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm look how wet your pussy is getting the more the fuck you. My God, what a wonderful bitch you are, Shwetha, mmmmm mmmmmmmm….” the driver was clearly enjoying my wife’s pussy this time. “Sir, come here …. Mmm mmmmm mm mmmmmmm mmmm,” as he was enjoying making love to my wife, “mmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm hmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmm,” my wife was moaning, I went near them. “Sir, mmmmmmmm mmmmmmm ha ha ha … haaa aaaaaaaaa aaaaaa hhhhhaaaaaaaaaa…. My god, you should feel what I am feeling, Sir, ….mmmmm” as the driver continued making love to my wife. “Mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm Gopi mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm,” my wife was moaning, bending down and turning towards me. “Mmmmmm oh… oh oh oh… oh my god… your wife is cumming… mmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmm mm I can feel it … I can feel it .. I can feel it…. Mmm mmm mmmmmm,” as the driver began digging her cock deeper and deeper inside my wife’s pussy, and squeezed my wife’s boobs, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…… mmmmmmmmmmmm,” she left out a loud moan. “Mmmmmmm mmmmmm….. She came all over my cock…..,” the driver said, squeezing my wife’s boobs, and my wife was crying this time, out of pain, I could feel it. The driver’s son came and stood in front of my wife who was bending over with the driver behind and his cock inside her pussy. Her face had turned red already, and as the driver continued to make love to my wife, “Please Balu, I beg you, please,” my wife started to cry out loud. But Balu was in no mood to let my wife go, and continued fucking my wife, and as I interveined, “Uncle, get off my dad,” the driver’s son said. “Maya, don’t do it. Gopi, get your hands off him,” my wife said crying with tears all over her face. As I let the driver fuck my wife, “mmmm mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm,” he was moaning and fucking my wife, and my wife was crying in pain, at the same, my wife, out of fear of something she was cooperating with him nicely. “Mmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm… shall I cum inside your pussy, Shwetha? Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm?” as the driver asked moaning, grabbing my wife’s hair this time, “yeah,” as she nodded crying, pulling her hair tight, “aaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh aaaa aaaaaaaa aaaaaaa,” he moaned and came inside my wife’s pussy.
As he pulled his cock out and let my wife stand straight, he looked at my wife’s face, “did you like it?” he asked. As my wife was still in tears, and was not looking at him, he choked my wife, “say it, bitch,” he said. “I liked it,” as my wife replied, “now go clean yourself and come,” he said and took his hands off her neck. As my wife was struggling to walk and crying, he gave a hard slap on my wife’s ass, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” my wife started crying and almost ran inside the washroom.
As my wife went inside the washroom, “what is that, you are holding, son?” the driver asked. “It's a Deepavali Gun you bought for me, dad,” the driver’s son said. As the driver started to put on his clothes, he and his son were happily talking to each other, “Gopi..!” my wife called from the washroom. “Yes, Shwetha,” I said and went near the washroom. “Please bring my clothes,” she said and I went and picked up her saree, blouse, and petticoat and went near the washroom and as she started collecting her clothes from me, she pulled me inside. She had just washed her face and pussy off and was toweling her face and toweling her pussy. Collecting the petticoat from me, she started wearing her petticoat, and as she was wearing her blouse, “we have to get the hell out of here as quickly as possible, Gopi,” she said and started wearing her saree. “Shall I tell Balu to get his car ready?” as I asked. “No, never in this bastard’s car again. And this daughter, Maya, is not a girl, is a guy,” as my wife said, “What?!” I exclaimed. “I will tell you everything. We will just leave this fucking house and get the hell out first,” as my wife was saying tears started to flow all over her cheeks again and hugged me. “Let's go…” I said and took her out of the washroom. “Balu, we are leaving,” I said. “Just a moment, I will drop you sir,” as Balu said. “No, it's okay, you take rest,” as my wife said. “Yeah, Shwetha, I need rest. I am so tired after making love to you, twice,” as he was saying, my wife was biting her lips and crying. She was feeling guilty for offering herself this guy. Without even saying a word further, my wife started leaving the house and I started following her. As we were about to reach the end of the road, “Mommy.!” the driver’s son called. My wife turned around, “Fuck You,” she said showing her middle finger to him, and turned around and started walking as fast as she could. We took an Auto, though he tried to overcharge us, we agreed to pay and reached our hotel.
The moment the lift opened and we got inside, my wife, who had been holding all her tears all this while, started crying and hugged me. “Gopi …. Gopi … Gopi,” my wife kept on crying. As the lift opened and we went near our room, “Gopi, it's not safe here, we have to leave this place immediately,” my wife said. She was totally scared, and was telling us about how the driver and his son, threatened her at gunpoint and raped her. That’s when I came to know that even his son made love to her in the washroom. As my wife started telling me that the driver’s son was holding a gun and standing behind me and threatening her that he will shoot me if she does not cooperate with his dad, I told her that it was a Deepavali Gun, not a real one. She was feeling totally foolish, embarrassed, and ashamed of herself at the same time. She could not believe the fact that, she got fooled by an 18-year-old midget with a Deepavali Gun; she was feeling embarrassed that she got fucked by that midget; she was ashamed of herself that she let the driver kiss her, fondle her, sleep with her, make love to her, and enjoy her completely and let him cum inside her, not just one, but twice.
“I did all this because that little bastard threatened to kill you, Gopi,” my wife said crying. For a moment I got angry, “let's complain this to the Police Station, Shwetha,” I said. “Complain what? That I was used up nicely at Gunpoint by a midget? I don’t want to embarrass myself further there at the Police Station, Gopi. What if this becomes a NEWS? The people who are going to watch the news are going to laugh at my stupidity,” my wife said. “Gopi, listen to me, let’s get the hell out of this Hotel, and go far far away and stay away,” my wife said. “Shall I book tickets back to Canada?” I asked. “No, Gopi, finish your business work first, until then I can manage. You just book another hotel far away from here,” my wife said. I agreed and checked out the hotel and booked another Hotel at the Outskirts of the city.
I let my team have the party without me, and continued staying with my wife and comforting her. Even the next day I did not contact my team members and was spending time with my wife who was upset with herself. After a couple of days, I was in bed writing an email to postpone my business meetings, my wife was at the balcony wearing my white shirt, and her white panties inside, and talking to Vishal. She was crying, and seemed like she was sharing everything that happened at Driver Balu’s place with Vishal. After talking to Vishal for a good one hour, she hung up on the call and wiped her tears. She put her phone on charging and came towards me.
She saw me typing and came near me and saw my email, and told me to keep my laptop aside, and slept next to me. As I saved the mail in the drafts and kept my laptop aside, my wife slept on my chest, she started by apologising for her stupidity. “Sorry horny, sorry for my stupid behavior, you had to watch me sleep with that fat asshole,” my wife said. “It's okay, honey,” I tried to console. “Can’t believe I got tricked by that little asshole son of his, with just a dummy gun,” my wife said. “The little bastard threatened me that he would kill you if I did not sleep with his dad, honey. That’s why I had to do this,” my wife said in a guilty tone. “That’s all right, my love, you are safe now,” I whispered. “That little bastard threatened me to cooperate well with his ugly dad. I was so scared for you honey, for a moment our beautiful family and lives came in front of my eyes, and made me cooperate with that ugly man, honey,” my wife said. “Out of curiosity, I am asking you this. The driver was so ugly, yes, but how did you manage to cooperate with him?” I asked. “When Balu was making love to me, nowhere I was opening my eyes, did you notice?” my wife asked. As my wife started saying, I was getting turned on and lifted her shirt and inserted my hand inside her white panties casually. “No, you were closing your eyes and enjoying yourself, and the way you were kissing his ugly lips, full of passion, closing your eyes was a treat to watch,” I said. “Yeah, I know, but when I was cooperating well with Balu, I was closing my eyes and telling myself, “Shwetha, your husband is making love to you now, not Balu, just enjoy yourself, don’t open your eyes.” As I was telling myself and cooperating with Balu, I got comfortable and started enjoying myself,” my wife said. “You liked his lips, while kissing?” I asked. “Ewww … no, it was dark, fat and dry, but as I started telling myself, “Shwetha, it's your husband’s lips, not Balu’s lips, just enjoy yourself,” and started enjoying kissing his lips. That’s when he got a hard on again, and turned me around and started making love to me from behind, Gopi,” my wife. “But you started cumming early while he was making love to you?” I asked. “That’s what I am saying, as he started making love to me from behind, I was closing my eyes and telling myself, “Shwetha, it is your husband who is making love to you from behind, not Balu, just enjoy yourself,” and started enjoying his cock inside my pussy, Gopi. As his full cock was inside me going deeper and deeper inside my pussy, I was enjoying myself closing my eyes and was ready to have an orgasm, at that very moment Balu called you and started telling how much he was enjoying my pussy and when he gave my pussy a deep push, I started cumming all over his cock. Only after I came, I opened my eyes and started feeling all the pain,” as my wife was saying. “He spanked your ass,” I said. “My God, he spanked my ass really hard, Gopi, I can still feel the pain here,” my wife said pointing her hand at her ass cheeks. “Let me see,” I said, and as I turned her around and started pulling her white panties down to check on her ass cheek, “mmmmm… Somebody is horny,” my wife said, smiling at me. “Not me, it's you,” I said, sleeping next to her with my hands inside her panties and feeling up her ass cheeks. “I am. Vishal is coming here, and he is almost here, and he said he will be here in 15 minutes,” as my wife said, her phone started ringing, and pulling my hand off her panties, “it's Vishal,” my wife exclaimed and got excited and got off the bed and started pulling her panteis up and running towards her phone where she put it on for charging.
My wife was so excited and happy. The last time I saw my wife this happy was when she was with Vishal. As she began picking up the call, “Yes, who is this?” my wife asked. “Balu, what do you want now?” my wife asked. “No, I don’t want to go saree shopping,” as my wife said, I could hear him yelling at my wife, as I went and picked up the phone, the driver started yelling at me as well. “Honey, leave it on speaker,” my wife said and as I left it on speaker, “Balu,” as I started to speak in a soft tone so that things will be calm, “Gopi, why did you check out of the hotel without telling me?” the driver asked. I got pissed off this time, but tried to answer him politely, “Balu, listen, we don’t have to tell anyone why and when we are vacating a hotel okay?” I said. “Listen to carefully, Gopi, I know you check out of the hotel because I won’t fuck your wife again, but your wife lives to sleep with me, why are you stopping her?” he said. “Balu, I don’t want to sleep with you, I never wanted to sleep with you,” as my wife was saying, “but you slept with me just 2 days ago,” he said, interrupting her. “Yes, I did, because your son threatened me,” as my wife was saying, “you slept with me and were enjoying the way I was making love to me. You forgot how passionately you were kissing my lips?” as the driver was saying, “while kissing your lips, I was thinking about my husband,” my wife said, but the driver was not at all listening to my wife and continued saying, “You forgot how you came all over my cock when I was fucking your bedding you over?” As my wife started responding, “while you were doing that, I came because I was thinking about my husband,” the driver was not listening to her at all. “I know you want me to make love to you again, bitch. Now tell me which place you are staying,” the driver said. “Balu, I will not tell you where I am staying, you are the last person I want to meet on this planet,” my wife said. “If you don’t want to sleep with fine, but if you ever think about going to the Police, I will fucking ruin your life, you fucking Canadian whore,” as Balu was saying in an angry tone, “Ravi, let's call the police in,” my wife said. “Balu, how dare you yell at my wife, let me see how you will ruin our lives,” I said. “Gopi, you fucking idiot, I fucked your wife right in front of you and were just watching,” as the driver started mocking me, my wife got angry, “hey stupid old pig, what do you know about my husband, he thought I was enjoying, and let you have me,” as my wife was saying, the driver was not listening to my wife at all and continued shouting at me over the phone. “Listen to me…. Listen to me… listen to me .. you dirty pig..” as my wife kept on trying to respond to him, he was not at all listening to my wife and continued shouting, and my wife just hung up the call and blocked that number. Again she got a call, this time for another number, as she answered thinking that it was Vishal, “listen carefully you fucking bitch,” as the driver started talking, my wife left the phone on speaker again, “your husband is not the right man for you, he is a coward, when I was fucking you, he did nothing to save you,” as the driver started saying, “hey low life idiot, what do you know about my husband, he loves me, and is doing everything to make me happy. Yes, when you slept with me, my husband did not stop you, because he did not know that your son was threatening to kill us if I didn’t sleep with you. My husband thought I was enjoying when you were making love to me in the bed, and let me enjoy it. If he knew about your son, my husband would have fought you both,” as my wife said. “What do you want now, Balu?” I asked. “Send your wife to me, Gopi. Ever since I made love to your wife, I have been crazy about her, and I badly want to have her pussy now,” as the driver was saying, I was shamelessly getting turned on. “Fuck No, you fucking pervert, we are going to the police and tell them the whole thing and you are gonna go to the jail,” my wife said. “You don’t know about me, if you go to the police, I will ruin both your lives,” he said. “Let us see who is going to ruin whose life,” my wife said and hung up the call and switched off her phone.
“Gopi, call the police, this guy is ruining our time here,” as my wife was saying, the driver started calling my phone. “Gopi, don’t answer the call, it must be him,” my wife said. “Wait, Shwetha, let me see what he has to say and I will block him,” I said and answered the call. “Hey Gopi, I know you love watching me enjoy your wife, bring her to me now, man,” he said in a soft tone. “Balu, listen, she is not ready to meet you, will you please leave her alone?” I said, taking my phone away from my wife. “Gopi, you don’t know about me, if I set an eye on a woman, I will definitely have her at any cost,” he said. “You already had her Balu, please,” I said in a soft tone. “Balu, you had her twice already didn’t you?” I said. “It's not enough for me man. You don’t know about your wife, you don’t know the value of your wife. Your wife’s pussy is a pleasure hole, the more I put my cock inside your wife’s hole, the more your wife’s pussy gives me pleasure. Just bring your wife to me, Gopi. I know you love watching her get laid, I promise I will make her enjoy this time and make you have fun watching it,” as the driver was saying, I was getting more excited, shamelessly. “I know Balu, but she doesn’t like you any more,” as I was saying, “who cares if she likes me or not, I like your wife and I am gonna enjoy your wife if she likes it or not,” he said. “No, Balu, I can’t bring her for you,” as I was saying, my wife came towards me and snatched the phone from me. “Listen you pervert, my husband has been trying to put some sense into your head, and you still want to talk to him? Get the fuck off our lives,” my wife screamed. “Put it on speaker,” I said and my wife put it on speaker. “You have no idea what your husband was talking to me, you silly little bitch,” as he was saying, to divert him, “mind your language, Balu,” I said. “Listen to me carefully, I know you will be leaving India in 2 Days, I want your wife in 2 days, if you bring her to me peacefully, I will give her all the pleasure and send her with you back to Canada. If I come there to get your wife, I will make her suffer,” as the driver was saying. “Fuck off, Balu, you are the worst person ever,” as my wife started cursing him, “In 2 days,” he said and hung up the call.
“Gopi, we have to leave this place immediately, it's not safe here, I have a feeling that Balu will find us,” my wife said. “Alright, let me go to the reception and book our flights and come,” I said and started going to the reception. The moment I got inside the lift, Vishal was right inside the lift, “Sir,” he exclaimed. “Vishal, how did you find out the address?” I asked. “Shwetha gave me, Sir,” he said, he was completely charged up and I could see his excitement to meet my wife already. He had even brought a bouquet full of roses to meet my wife. “Shwetha said, I was texting her, you fingered her and made her cum,” he said grinning at me. “Your texts were great, Vishal, you just turned her on with just your messages, and reading them even I got horny and started fingering my wife,” I said. “You are great, Sir. You have no idea how thankful I am for letting me have your wife’s pussy. I mean who would let an average looking guy like me enjoy their beautiful wife? I don’t want to lie to you, your wife’s pussy is the best pussy I have ever had. Your wife’s pussy smells great, your wife’s pussy tastes great, your wife’s pussy feels great with I insert my cock inside her pussy, Sir,” as he was saying, he was looking desperate to fuck my wife. I was excited to watch it. As the lift opened and he followed me to our room, “sir stay back, I am gonna surprise, Shwetha,” he whispered and stood against the door clearing his throat and licking his lips with all the saliva he had in his tongue.
As he was about to knock on the door, the lift opened and his friend, Hari, came out. “I have been searching for you, Vishal,” as he started saying, “Shhhh…” Vishal signaled him to be quiet. The moment my wife opened the door, “Vishal,” she exclaimed and Vishal readily hugged my wife and pulled her out of the room and started hugging her and circling her around. Since my wife was only in her white shirt and white panties, when Vishal hugged my wife and circled her around, her white shirt rose up and she was giving full of her white panteis to Hari, and Hari was enjoying the view of my wife’s panties. “Beautiful..!” Hari exclaimed. “Oh I missed you, so much,” Vishal said, dropping her down. “I miss you too, Vishal,” she said. As she noticed Hari, she broke the hug and looked at Hari, “it's Hari, remember, you met him at my place, he is a Telugu Producer and Hero?” Vishal said. (Only later I came to know that Hari was neither a Producer or Hero, but an Assistant Director). “Oh yeah, hi Hari,” my wife said and shook Hari’s hand. “Let's get inside, shall we?” I said, and my wife entered inside, and Vishal followed her, Hari, who was right behind me and ogling at my wife’s ass, “please excuse me, sir,” he whispered. I did not notice and continued to follow Vishal and my wife. Making Vishal sit on the coach, she took the flowers and kept them on the vase, “it's beautiful, Vishal,” my wife exclaimed. “Really?” Vishal exclaimed and got up and stood behind my wife. “Yeah,” as my wife whispered. “Not as beautiful as you,” he whispered, and as my wife was putting her head down and blushing, he lifted my wife’s chin and started kissing my wife’s lips.
Kissing my wife’s lips, he held my wife’s hands and wrapped them around his neck and started hugging my wife back and continued kissing my wife’s lips, and my wife was kissing his lips back. The entire hotel room was quiet, and all the sound could be heard in the room was some birds chirping at the balcony and the sound of Vishal kissing my wife’s lips and my wife’s kissing Vishal’s lips back. The room was so romantic and Vishal and my wife were looking like they were made for each other. Breaking the kiss, Vishal whispered something to my wife and my wife blushed and he went to the bed and my wife followed. As they both stopped at the bed, “One sec,” he whispered and said something into her ear and pulled out a blindfold. “What?!” my wife exclaimed with a smile. She refused to wear the blindfold first, and whispered something into her eyes and she gave him a naughty smile and agreed to wear it and closed her eyes and Vishal started wearing her blindfold. “Promise me that you will not take your blindfold off,” Vishal said. “I promise, I will not take the blindfold off,” as my wife said, he kissed my wife on her forehead and smiled at her and as my wife smiled back at him, he wore the blindfold on my wife and covered her eyes. As she was whispering something, my wife was smiling, and he was removing my wife’s shirt buttons one after the other. As he was done removing all my wife’s shirt buttons, he whispered something into my wife’s ear, and my wife smiled and Vishal started walking towards the washroom. To much shock, Vishal was coming out with Hari. The moment Hari saw me he got scared, and Vishal was pulling him towards my wife. Before Vishal could take Hari to my wife, he had to pass through me, and as Vishal stopped at me, “Sir, it's all Vishal’s idea,” Hari whispered. “Sir won’t mind, Hari,” Vishal whispered to Hari and looked at me, “Sir, just one kiss,” Vishal whispered, asking my permission to let Hari kiss my wife, and without even waiting for me to agree, Vishal sent Hari towards my wife. As Hari went near my wife, he was nervous, and looked at Vishal, “Come on, Hari,” Vishal cheered him up quietly. Taking a deep breath, Hari gently grabbed my wife’s unbuttoned shirt and started opening her shirt, “wow.!!” he exclaimed as my wife’s well shaped boobs came into his full view. As Hari gently placed his hands on my wife’s boobs, “mmmm,” my wife let out a soft moan and started biting her lips. “Oh my god.!” Hari exclaimed softly and started taking his mouth close to boobs and started sucking her boobs. “Mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm,” my wife moaned, biting her lips. He was totally excited and his cock was fighting to come out of pants and he pulled his pants down and let his erect cock free and stood facing my wife. As he looked at my wife’s lips, he could not control himself and all of a sudden, he held my wife’s right hand and made her hold his cock and held my wife’s face and started kissing my wife’s lips. Thinking that it was Vishal who was kissing her lips, my wife started passionately kissing Hari’s lips back, and with all the lust she started stroking his cock, and Hari started moving his waist uncontrollably as he was enjoying the way my wife was stroking his cock. Clearly he was excited, and looked like he was about to cum at any moment. At the same time he was enjoying kissing my wife’s lips and was enjoying the way my wife was kissing his lips back. He was moving his legs and waist uncomfortably, trying to pull his cock off my wife’s grip to prevent himself from cumming early, but my wife was in no mood to let his cock go and continued stroking his cock. As he broke the kiss and started biting hips to prevent himself from moaning, my wife took her lips close to him, which excited him the most and started kissing my wife’s lips and his right hand went down and rested on my wife’s boobs. “Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm,” as my wife started moaning and enjoying the way Hari was feeling up her boobs and she was loving the way his cock was growing in her hands, Hari got excited and continued kissing my wife’s lips passionately. The moment he got too excited and my wife was moaning and squeezing his cock and stroking harder, he took his right hand from my wife’s boobs and went down feeling up my wife’s navel, and her white panteis elastic and inserted his hand inside my wife’s white panteis from the front and grabbed my wife’s pussy, “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” my wife moaned and the very next moment squeezed Hari’s cock, and Hari started cumming all over my wife’s hand.
“Oh, my poor darling, got too excited? Get me a towel or something,” my wife exclaimed, and readily pulled out a kerchief from his pocket, Hari gave it to my wife. With the blindfold still on, as she started wiping Hari’s cum off her hand, “don’t worry okay? It's because you missed me so much,” as my wife was saying, Hari started cursing himself for getting too excited and cumming early. “I am surprised, Sir,” Vishal whispered. “What?” as I whispered. “I am surprised he actually controlled himself for this long. Judging by the way Shwetha was driving him crazy and how horny he used to get every time I spoke about Shwetha, I thought he would cum the moment he touched your wife, Sir. Got to give it to him for controlling himself and managed to kiss your wife’s lips and feel up your wife’s boobs. Unfortunately for him, your wife’s pussy was too much for him, and came all over your wife’s hands,” Vishal whispered.
Meanwhile Hari, who was disappointed with himself that he couldn’t control himself and came all over my wife’s hand, was in no mood to let my wife go. Hari knelt in front of my wife and started grabbing my wife’s panteis’s elastic and started pulling it down. “Mmmmm… hey,” as my wife exclaimed with a smile on her face, but she let him remove her panteis and started taking one leg after the other off her white panties. “Shhhhh…” he said and started spreading my wife’s legs wider. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing !” my wife exclaimed and spread her legs apart. Hari inserted both his hands between my wife’s legs and grabbed my wife’s ass cheeks with both hands and admired her pussy for a good 5 seconds. Sniffing my wife’s pussy, “mmmmm,” he moaned and started eating my wife’s pussy. “Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmm,” my wife started moaning, arching her head backwards and gently placing her right hand on the back of Hari’s head. As Hari began kissing, licking, and digging his tongue inside my wife’s pussy, “mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmm mmmmm,” my wife began moan loud and started pushing his head against her pussy tighter . The moment Hari, went up kissing my wife’s clit and inner thighs and started inserting his middle finger deep inside my wife’s pussy and started fingering her pussy, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah mmmmm,” my wife moaned and grabbing Hari by his hair, and came all over his finger, and quickly taking his finger off my wife’s pussy, Hari, now started licking, tasting and sucking my wife’s pussy off her juices. “My God, that was great darling,” my wife kept complimenting, brushing Hari’s hair and letting him lick her pussy all he wanted.
He was not done enough and grabbing my wife’s wasit for support, Hari stood up and held her face and planted a kiss on my wife’s lips just to let her taste her own juices. As my wife was licking her juices and smiling, Hari turned my wife around and made her sleep on the bed on her tummy and both her legs on the ground, and spread my wife’s legs apart and standing kneeling down with my face close to my wife’s ass crack. Placing both his hands on my wife’s ass cheeks, he started spreading my wife’s ass cheeks, Hari started sniffing my wife’s asshole. “Hey mmmm what are you doing?” as my wife exclaimed and turned to put her arms behind and pull Hari’s head off, Hari started kissing my wife’s asshole. “Ufffff hey aaaaaaaaaaa ooooo oooooooo,” as my wife started moaning, Hari started showering my wife’s asshole with continuous kisses. “Ooooooooooffffffuuuuuu mmmmmmm ooooooooo,” my wife started moaning. The way my wife was moaning excited Hari, and Hari all of a sudden started licking my wife’s asshole, “Oh my godddddddddddd oooooommooooooooooooooffffff,” my wife moaned and started loving it. Taking his mouth off my wife’s asshole, Hari started placing his left hand between my wife’s ass crack and started exploring my wife’s ass crack, her pussy and her asshole, and at same time was stroking his cock with his right hand trying to get a boner. My wife was sleeping in a freefall position and thoroughly enjoying his fingers exploring her ass crack. Since my wife could hear Hari stroking his cock, she was waiting to get fucked and moving her ass in a sexy way teasing him. Hari on the other hand was struggling to get a hard on, and was cursing himself for cumming too early, that’s when Vishal started to act and went towards him and whispered something to him and sent Hari towards me. He was thoroughly disappointed and started going out curing himself. Meanwhile, Vishal pulled his pants down and started inserting his cock inside my wife’s pussy which was nicely lubed with her juices by Hari. I started feeling sorry for Hari.
Letting Vishal have my wife in bed, I went outside and Hari was looking totally disappointed. The moment he saw me, he started to act normal. “Hari, are you okay?” I asked. “I blew it up, I completely blew it up, her pussy was right there for me to have, but I got too excited and blew up everything,” he said in a disappointed tone. “It happens, Hari,” as I was saying, “such a tasty pussy she has, and I can’t believe that I failed to insert my cock inside her pussy and make love to her. This was the best opportunity I had to enjoy this beautiful Tamil babe, but I ruined it,” as he was cursing himself, Vishal came out. “What the hell were you thinking when you gave your cock to her?” Vishal started yelling at Hari. “Vishal, I am sorry man, you know how much I love this woman right? Ever since I saw her in her blouse and petticoat and shook her hand, I have been dying to fuck her, and the moment I saw her in her white panties right in front of me with her shirt open and I saw her full boobs, I could not control myself and made the shame hand which shook my hand hold my cock. The moment she held my cock, I lost control and she stroked it off nicely and made me cum,” Hari said in a disappointed tone. “Should have already enjoyed her pussy the second time when you put her to bed, she was literally giving her ass to have it,” Vishal said. “But, I could not get hard on,” Hari said. “She would have been so disappointed, but luckily I was there and inserted my cock inside her pussy and made love to her. After making love, she was complimenting me for the way I ate her pussy and assshole, which means she thoroughly enjoyed the way you were eating her pussy and her asshole,” Vishal said. “My God..!” Hari exclaimed. “What is she doing now?” Hari asked. “She is sleeping happily in bed after a nice fuck,” Vishal said. “Shall we take her out now, Vishal?” as Vishal said. “No, she is tired, man, let her sleep,” as they both were talking, I went inside to check on my wife.
She was all covered up in a blanket, “Gopi,” she called, closing her eyes. “Yes, honey,” I said and got inside the blanket. My wife was naked inside, “how are you feeling?” I asked. “How do I look?” my wife asked, smiling. “You look like a well fucked woman,” I whispered and my wife started laughing. “Mmmm did he do well?” I asked. “Oh yeah. Where is he now?” my wife asked. “He is right outside,” as I said. “Vishal?” my wife screamed and Vishal entered inside and straight lifted the blanket and slept next to my wife. My wife was naked in between Vishal and me now. “You were good today,” my wife whispered and hugged him naked. “You made us forget all our worries, Vishal,” I whispered. “He is right, Vishu,” my wife whispered, holding his face. “Sir, can I take Shwetha out today?” Vishal asked. “She is tired, Vishal,” I whispered. “It's okay Gopi, let him take me out, we are leaving for Canada only tomorrow right?” my wife said. “Okay,” I said. “Shwetha, shall we take my friend Hari also along?” Vishal whispered. “Hari is a nice guy, right. Vishu, your friend is my friend as well,” my wife said smiling. She was clearly in a happy mood. “Just ignore him if he admires your beauty, okay?” Vishal whispered. “No problem,” as my wife said, Vishal smiled at my wife, “thank you” he whispered looking at my wife’s lips. “Just wait outside okay? I will wear something and come,” as my wife whispered looking at his lips back, and as they were about to kiss their lips, Hari knocked on the door. Vishal and my wife laughed, “alright, get dressed and come,” Vishal said and got off my wife.
As my wife got out of bed, wrapped a towel around her and stood in front of the wardrobe and was wondering what to wear, “where do you think Vishal is going to take you, Shwetha?” I asked. “I don’t know, probably Vishal’s place,” my wife said, picking up all the clothes she decided to wear and keeping them on the bed and going to the shower. “Gopi, you wanna meet your business team? Go ahead, I will be with Vishal,” my wife said, opening the bathroom door. “Sure honey,” I said and picked up my laptop and started scheduling my meeting. That’s when Vishal knocked on the door, and as I opened the door both Hari and Vishal entered inside. “Mr. Gopi, I have this proposal. Can you let Shwetha act in my movie? It will be a once in a lifetime opportunity for me. I am willing to pay anything you ask for” Hari said. “Hari, come on buddy, they are well off people, they don’t need money. Besides you have enjoyed Shwetha off screen all you want,” as Vishal was saying, “But did I cum inside Shwetha? You did,” Hari said. “And whose fault was that?” Vishal asked in an angry tone. “I gave you such a golden opportunity to enjoy Shwetha, whom you have been dying to make love to, even her own husband, Gopi Sir, did not stop you from enjoying his wife, all because of the love and respect he had for me, but you couldn’t control yourself and came all over her hand, for shame,” Vishal said. “Vishal, the only chance I have now to have Shwetha to act in my movie and enjoy her in the name of movie shooting,” Hari said in a desperate tone. “Hari, she will not act in movies, period. Just forget about it,” Vishal said. Hari all of a sudden started feeling heart broken and started cursing himself for missing out on his opportunity to make love to my wife. I started feeling sorry for Hari. “Hari, tell me how much you like my wife,” I said. “Sir, I have been crazy about your wife ever since I saw her in her petticoat and blouse. I will do anything for her, Sir,” Hari said. “Alright, first you have to create an impression with her, if you do that she will start liking you, and then start talking about you to me and I will indirectly convince her to get close to you,” I said. “Sir, she is leaving with you to Canada in 2 days, what impression can I create now,” Hari said in a sad tone. “She loves Tamil, start off with learning some Tamil sentences, and she will instantly like you. Give her an impression you have learnt this all for her,” as I said. “Brilliant Idea, Sir, I will help him with nice Tamil sentences,” Vishal said. “Good, take my wife out and try to be as friendly as possible to her, Vishal, meanwhile teach him some Tamil sentences and help him grab Shwetha’s attention,” I said. “I will do that, Sir,” he said and looked at Hari. “Hari, come with me, I will teach you some Tamil sentences,” Vishal said and took Hari outside.
My wife came out of the shower and wore her Chudidhar and was looking as homely as possible and went out with Vishal and Hari. Meanwhile I had a zoom meeting with my team and gave them all the instructions and did all the preparations to leave for Canada tomorrow in the evening along with my wife. Going out with Vishal and Hari, my wife came late in the evening, and slept next to me. As we were having a conversation, “Hari tried to speak to me in Tamil, today, Gopi,” my wife whispered. “Really?” I whispered. “Yeah, the poor guy had tried to learn many Tamil sentences, just to make me smile,” my wife whispered. “I think he likes me, Gopi, I figured out the way he was trying to take to me and give me all the attention,” my wife whispered. “Who doesn’t like you here, Shwetha?” I whispered. “I mean, he likes me in a bad way. I saw him ogling at me all the while he was with me,” my wife whispered. “Even I have been watching Hari ogling at you, Shwetha,” I whispered. “He wants me to act in his movie as his heroine, Gopi,” my wife whispered. “But you can’t act in movies, remember?” I said. “I know. He was telling me that it was a romantic story, and it will be so perfect if he romances me in the movie,” my wife whispered. “Poor Hari, he is trying too hard to make a name for himself in the Telugu Film Industry,” my wife whispered. “I think we should help him, Gopi,” my wife whispered. “Help him how? By producing his movie?” I whispered. “Yeah, Gopi,” my wife whispered. “We can produce his movie, Shwetha, but we don’t know about the story,” I whispered. “But I know the entire story, Gopi. We rehearsed the entire story in Hari’s house, Gopi,” my wife whispered looking at me. “Really?” I whispered. “Gopi, I don’t want to hide anything from you, because I love you, but if you promise you will not get mad at me, I will tell you everything that happened during the story rehearsal,” my wife whispered. “Tell me what happened?” I whispered. “No, only if you promise me you won’t get mad,” my wife whined in a horny tone. “Alright I promise I will not get mad,” I whispered. “Gopi…,” my wife was blushing before she even started to say. “What is it, Shwetha? Come on please feel free to share with me, you know I love you no matter what,” I whispered. “You like Vishal and me romancing don’t you?” my wife whispered. The moment she started talking about Vishal, I got horny. “Not just romancing you, I just love watching Vishal fucking you, Shwetha,” I whispered and turned towards my wife. I was horny and started having a boner already and removed my t-shirt and shorts and got naked. My wife clearly understood that I was horny and as I turned towards her and slept next to her naked, “mmmm… having a boner already,” my wife whispered, holding my cock. “Oooooo ….what’s more exciting to me than Vishal romancing you, Shwetha,” I whispered, holding my wife’s face. Gently stroking my cock, “Gopi, I know you love watching me and Vishal together, and I love Vishal too, but it was not just about Vishal today,” my wife whispered. The way my wife was talking made me more excited, but I was calmly removing her nightie, and sensing that I wanted to remove her nightie, she removed her nightie and slept only in her white panties. Hugging my wife who was only in her white panties, “mmmmmm… tell me more, my love,” I whispered near her ear and planted a kiss on my wife’s cheek. “You know I told you that Hari and I were having a story rehearsal?” my wife whispered. “Yeah, what is that story rehearsal, never heard about it,” I whispered. “Yeah, me too, but Hari said it is enacting portions of the script, like an audition,” my wife whispered. “Though I told Hari strictly that I can’t act in his movie, Vishal convinced me to at least do story rehearsal and act as Hari’s love interest. You know that I won’t deny Vishal’s request, right?” as my wife was saying, “I know … I know… because you love Vishal,” I whispered. “Oh yeah, Gopi, I love Vishal, and I am gonna miss him a lot. Poor guy misses me a lot as well, and when he begged me to have me in bed, I agreed, and Hari joined us,” my wife whispered. “My God, you guys had a threesome?!” I exclaimed. “Can’t blame Hari totally, Gopi. Hari and I were having the story rehearsal. According to the story, I am Hari’s wife, and in one scene Hari and I return home from a wedding, and we both are horny and begin removing our clothes and start kissing our lips in our underwear, and that’s when a relative of ours comes in the middle and disturbs us. Initially I refused to act and kiss Hari, and that too in my bra and panteis, Gopi, but Vishal begged me to kiss Hari, only in my bra and panties. You know I won’t deny Vishal’s request, right? I agreed to kiss Hari in my bra and panties. As Hari removed his clothes and stood only in his underwear, and watching me stand only in my black bra and white colour panties, Hari started having a boner in his underwear. Hari being a gentleman, was controlling himself and was asking me if I was comfortable. I told Hari the truth that I was actually feeling uncomfortable, and I was going to do this for Vishal. Hari liked the way I was being straight forward. Knowing that I was ready to get kissed, Hari hugged me in my black bra and white panties and began kissing my lips. Since I had to kiss Hari back passionately as I was horny as well according to the scene, I began kissing Hari’s lips back passionately. Pausing the kiss in the middle, “thank you so much for the kiss, Shwetha, I always wanted to taste your lips,” he whispered and continued kissing my lips. As Hari and I were kissing each other’s lips passionately, Vishal got jealous and pulled me off Hari. “She is my girl, Hari,” Vishal exclaimed. Hari was totally disappointed and even started apologising to Vishal. “Sorry, Shwetha, I got turned on and got carried away and started kissing your lips more,” Hari said. “It's okay, Hari,” as I said, Vishal started hugging me in my black bra and white panties and began carrying me to the bedroom.
As Vishal begged me to let him have me in bed, as I was leaving for Canada tomorrow, you know I won’t deny Vishal’s request, right? Therefore I agreed. As Vishal and I started kissing each other’s lips and Vishal got naked and started removing my black bra, I saw Hari standing near the door and watching us, and was looking sad and disappointed that he can’t have me and only Vishal can have me. As Vishal was grabbing my white panties and removing it off and started sleeping on top of me and began kissing my neck, I saw Hari and he was looking sad and I started feeling sorry for him. This time I requested Vishal to let Hari join us, and Vishal, who loves me as well, did not deny my request. As Vishal asked Hari to join us, he happily removed his underwear and got naked and joined us, “come Hari,” I whispered and took him into my arms and let him have me first. Vishal was so understanding that, while Hari was enjoying his time making love to me, moaning and telling me how much he is enjoying my pussy, and how lucky he was to get a chance to make love to me, Vishal was happily letting Hari make love to me without a bit of jealousy. That freedom which Vishal gave, let me enjoy myself when Hari was making love to me, and as a reward for that when Vishal started making love to me, I let Vishal cum inside and mouth and I swallowed his semen. More than making Vishal happy, I was so happy that I made Hari’s dream of making love to me come true,” my wife said.
The next day Vishal and Hari came to the Airport to send us off to Canada. As we were about to enter inside, Vishal and Hari kissed my wife’s lips nicely totally ignoring the people and took my wife to their car and fucked my wife nicely and gave her back to me and left the place.
The End
Regards
Novelist Casanova
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