My wife and her lover : Part 1 (with video)
Keerti’s hand was warm and a little shaky as it wrapped around my cock.
We were on the couch, lights low, the house quiet. She sat beside me in one of her soft cotton nightgowns — the same modest style she’d worn since we got married. Her hair was still damp from the shower. She wouldn’t look at me at first.
I’d already told her I was okay with it. That I wanted to hear every single detail. That it turned me on. She still looked like she couldn’t quite believe the words had left my mouth.
“Start from the beginning,” I said, voice rough. “Don’t leave anything out.”
Her fingers tightened and began to stroke me slowly. Up. Down. A little twist at the head the way she knew I liked.
“Owais offered to drop me home,” she whispered. “It was late. My usual bus had already left. He’s… going through a divorce. He seemed lonely. I didn’t think anything of it. I’ve never… I’ve never done anything like that before.”
Her hand kept moving, steady, while her voice stayed soft and almost ashamed.
“He parked a few streets away from our building. Said he just wanted to talk for a minute. Then he looked at me the way no one has ever looked at me. Not even you. Like he wanted to ruin me.”
My cock twitched hard in her fist. She felt it and bit her lip.
“I told him I was married. He said he knew. Then he leaned over and kissed me. I should have pushed him away. I didn’t. I kissed him back. It got messy so fast. His hand went under my kurta, under my bra… he pinched my nipple and I made a sound I’ve never made before.”
She was stroking faster now, her palm getting slick with my precum.
“He pushed the seat back and pulled me into his lap. I was straddling him. My long skirt was bunched up around my waist. He pulled my panties to the side and… God, I was already so wet. I didn’t even know I could get that wet. He rubbed the head of his cock against me and I just… sank down.”Keerti
Keerti’s voice cracked. Her hand never stopped moving on me.
“He was thicker than you. It stretched me open. I felt so full. I started moving on him like I couldn’t help it. The car was rocking. I was holding onto the headrest, bouncing on his cock, my tits out, my conservative little wife outfit all pushed aside. He kept calling me filthy things. Said I was a good girl who’d turned into a dirty slut the second another man touched her. And I… I liked it. I came so hard I saw stars.”
She was breathing faster now, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy while she jerked me.
“He flipped me around so I was on my knees on the seat, face against the window. He fucked me from behind like an animal. Hard. Deep. The wet sounds were so loud. I was moaning his name. Begging him not to stop. He reached around and rubbed my clit and I came again, shaking, drooling on the glass.”
My hips were starting to thrust up into her fist. She squeezed tighter and kept talking, voice low and filthy now.
“He pulled out and made me turn around. Told me to open my mouth. I did. He came all over my tongue and my lips and my chin. Thick, hot ropes. I swallowed some of it. The rest was dripping down my neck onto my clothes. He wiped it with his thumb and made me suck it clean. Then he kissed me again, tasting himself in my mouth.”
Keerti’s hand was flying on my cock now, wet and urgent.
“I sat there in the passenger seat afterward with his cum still on my face and my pussy throbbing and leaking onto the seat. I fixed my clothes as best I could. I walked into our home smelling like another man’s sex and kissed you goodnight like nothing had happened.”
She looked up at me then, eyes dark, still stroking hard.
“And now I’m telling you every filthy second of it while I jerk your cock… because you said you wanted to hear it.”
I came hard, spilling over her fist in thick pulses while she kept talking, kept stroking, describing how stretched and used her pussy still felt even hours later.
When I finally stopped twitching she slowed her hand, smearing my cum up and down the shaft, and whispered:
“Do you still want more details… or do you want me to show you exactly how he fucked me?”
We were on the couch, lights low, the house quiet. She sat beside me in one of her soft cotton nightgowns — the same modest style she’d worn since we got married. Her hair was still damp from the shower. She wouldn’t look at me at first.
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I’d already told her I was okay with it. That I wanted to hear every single detail. That it turned me on. She still looked like she couldn’t quite believe the words had left my mouth.
“Start from the beginning,” I said, voice rough. “Don’t leave anything out.”
Her fingers tightened and began to stroke me slowly. Up. Down. A little twist at the head the way she knew I liked.
“Owais offered to drop me home,” she whispered. “It was late. My usual bus had already left. He’s… going through a divorce. He seemed lonely. I didn’t think anything of it. I’ve never… I’ve never done anything like that before.”
Her hand kept moving, steady, while her voice stayed soft and almost ashamed.
“He parked a few streets away from our building. Said he just wanted to talk for a minute. Then he looked at me the way no one has ever looked at me. Not even you. Like he wanted to ruin me.”
My cock twitched hard in her fist. She felt it and bit her lip.
“I told him I was married. He said he knew. Then he leaned over and kissed me. I should have pushed him away. I didn’t. I kissed him back. It got messy so fast. His hand went under my kurta, under my bra… he pinched my nipple and I made a sound I’ve never made before.”
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She was stroking faster now, her palm getting slick with my precum.
“He pushed the seat back and pulled me into his lap. I was straddling him. My long skirt was bunched up around my waist. He pulled my panties to the side and… God, I was already so wet. I didn’t even know I could get that wet. He rubbed the head of his cock against me and I just… sank down.”Keerti
Keerti’s voice cracked. Her hand never stopped moving on me.
“He was thicker than you. It stretched me open. I felt so full. I started moving on him like I couldn’t help it. The car was rocking. I was holding onto the headrest, bouncing on his cock, my tits out, my conservative little wife outfit all pushed aside. He kept calling me filthy things. Said I was a good girl who’d turned into a dirty slut the second another man touched her. And I… I liked it. I came so hard I saw stars.”
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She was breathing faster now, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy while she jerked me.
“He flipped me around so I was on my knees on the seat, face against the window. He fucked me from behind like an animal. Hard. Deep. The wet sounds were so loud. I was moaning his name. Begging him not to stop. He reached around and rubbed my clit and I came again, shaking, drooling on the glass.”
My hips were starting to thrust up into her fist. She squeezed tighter and kept talking, voice low and filthy now.
“He pulled out and made me turn around. Told me to open my mouth. I did. He came all over my tongue and my lips and my chin. Thick, hot ropes. I swallowed some of it. The rest was dripping down my neck onto my clothes. He wiped it with his thumb and made me suck it clean. Then he kissed me again, tasting himself in my mouth.”
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Keerti’s hand was flying on my cock now, wet and urgent.
“I sat there in the passenger seat afterward with his cum still on my face and my pussy throbbing and leaking onto the seat. I fixed my clothes as best I could. I walked into our home smelling like another man’s sex and kissed you goodnight like nothing had happened.”
She looked up at me then, eyes dark, still stroking hard.
“And now I’m telling you every filthy second of it while I jerk your cock… because you said you wanted to hear it.”
I came hard, spilling over her fist in thick pulses while she kept talking, kept stroking, describing how stretched and used her pussy still felt even hours later.
When I finally stopped twitching she slowed her hand, smearing my cum up and down the shaft, and whispered:
“Do you still want more details… or do you want me to show you exactly how he fucked me?”
