My wife and her lover : Part 2 (with videos)
Continued from part 1...
Keerti’s hand was still wrapped around my cock, slick with the cum she’d just stroked out of me. She didn’t let go. Instead she kept slowly sliding her fist up and down, spreading the mess over the length of me while she looked at me with those wide, almost shy eyes that didn’t match what was coming out of her mouth.
“I can still feel him,” she whispered. “Even now. Sitting here next to you. My pussy is still swollen from how hard he fucked me in that car. When I walked in the house my panties were soaked through. His cum was leaking out of me the whole way up the stairs.”
My cock twitched in her grip, already starting to thicken again. She noticed and gave me a tighter, slower stroke, thumb rubbing over the sensitive head.
“He was so deep,” she continued, voice low and a little breathless. “I was on my knees in the passenger seat, face pressed against the window, and he was pounding into me from behind. Every time he thrust I felt him hit something that made my legs shake. I was dripping all over the seat. Making these filthy wet sounds I didn’t even know I could make. And the whole time he kept talking… telling me I was a good little wife who just needed a thicker cock to turn into a proper slut.”
She leaned in closer, her free hand sliding up my thigh. Her nightgown had slipped off one shoulder. I could see the swell of her breast, the hard outline of her nipple through the thin cotton.
“I came so hard the second time I almost blacked out,” she said. “He didn’t stop. He just kept fucking me through it, gripping my hips, calling me his dirty married whore. When he finally pulled out he made me turn around and open my mouth. I stuck my tongue out like he told me to. He came all over it… thick, hot… some of it landed on my lips and my chin. I swallowed what I could. The rest was dripping down my neck when I got dressed and came home to you.”
By now I was fully hard again in her hand, throbbing. She was stroking me faster, her palm wet and messy.
“Does it turn you on?” she asked, almost shy again. “Hearing how another man used your wife’s pussy and then came in her mouth?”
I didn’t answer with words. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her nightgown up, and dragged her onto my lap. She was already bare underneath. Her cunt was hot and soaked when it settled against my cock. I could feel how swollen she still was.
“Show me,” I said roughly. “Show me how he fucked you.”
Keerti sank down on me in one slow, filthy slide. She was so wet there was almost no resistance. She moaned — a broken, needy sound — and started rolling her hips the way she’d described doing in the car. Deep, grinding circles, taking every inch.
“Like this,” she breathed. “He had me riding him just like this. My skirt pushed up… my tits out… bouncing on his cock while the car rocked. I couldn’t stop. I kept thinking about you at home and it only made me wetter.”
I gripped her ass and started thrusting up hard, meeting every drop of her hips. The wet slap of our bodies filled the living room. Keerti braced her hands on my shoulders and rode me harder, her nightgown bunched around her waist, tits bouncing in my face. I leaned forward and sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting gently. She cried out and clenched around me.
“Fuck me like he did,” she panted. “Hard. Don’t be gentle. Use me.”
I flipped us so she was on her back on the couch, legs spread wide. I hooked her knees over my arms and slammed into her, deep and rough. She was dripping, making the same obscene wet sounds she’d described from the car. Every thrust made her gasp and arch.
“Tell me again,” I growled. “Tell me how he came in your mouth.”
“He pulled out… made me open wide… came all over my tongue and lips… I swallowed it… I liked the taste… I walked in here with his cum still in my mouth and kissed you…”
Her voice broke into a moan as I fucked her harder. She came first — sudden and hard, pulsing around my cock, nails digging into my arms, repeating Owais’s name under her breath before she caught herself and switched to mine. The sight of her unraveling like that pushed me over. I buried myself deep and came hard, flooding her already used cunt, groaning against her neck while she kept whispering every filthy detail she’d already told me.
We stayed locked together afterward, both breathing hard. Keerti’s legs were still wrapped around me. She reached up, wiped a bit of sweat from my forehead, and gave me that soft, almost innocent smile again.
“Want me to tell you the rest?” she whispered. “How he made me clean his cock with my mouth after? Or how many times I came while he was fucking me from behind?”
I was already starting to get hard again inside her.
Keerti’s hand was still wrapped around my cock, slick with the cum she’d just stroked out of me. She didn’t let go. Instead she kept slowly sliding her fist up and down, spreading the mess over the length of me while she looked at me with those wide, almost shy eyes that didn’t match what was coming out of her mouth.
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“I can still feel him,” she whispered. “Even now. Sitting here next to you. My pussy is still swollen from how hard he fucked me in that car. When I walked in the house my panties were soaked through. His cum was leaking out of me the whole way up the stairs.”
My cock twitched in her grip, already starting to thicken again. She noticed and gave me a tighter, slower stroke, thumb rubbing over the sensitive head.
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“He was so deep,” she continued, voice low and a little breathless. “I was on my knees in the passenger seat, face pressed against the window, and he was pounding into me from behind. Every time he thrust I felt him hit something that made my legs shake. I was dripping all over the seat. Making these filthy wet sounds I didn’t even know I could make. And the whole time he kept talking… telling me I was a good little wife who just needed a thicker cock to turn into a proper slut.”
She leaned in closer, her free hand sliding up my thigh. Her nightgown had slipped off one shoulder. I could see the swell of her breast, the hard outline of her nipple through the thin cotton.
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“I came so hard the second time I almost blacked out,” she said. “He didn’t stop. He just kept fucking me through it, gripping my hips, calling me his dirty married whore. When he finally pulled out he made me turn around and open my mouth. I stuck my tongue out like he told me to. He came all over it… thick, hot… some of it landed on my lips and my chin. I swallowed what I could. The rest was dripping down my neck when I got dressed and came home to you.”
By now I was fully hard again in her hand, throbbing. She was stroking me faster, her palm wet and messy.
“Does it turn you on?” she asked, almost shy again. “Hearing how another man used your wife’s pussy and then came in her mouth?”
I didn’t answer with words. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her nightgown up, and dragged her onto my lap. She was already bare underneath. Her cunt was hot and soaked when it settled against my cock. I could feel how swollen she still was.
“Show me,” I said roughly. “Show me how he fucked you.”
Keerti sank down on me in one slow, filthy slide. She was so wet there was almost no resistance. She moaned — a broken, needy sound — and started rolling her hips the way she’d described doing in the car. Deep, grinding circles, taking every inch.
“Like this,” she breathed. “He had me riding him just like this. My skirt pushed up… my tits out… bouncing on his cock while the car rocked. I couldn’t stop. I kept thinking about you at home and it only made me wetter.”
I gripped her ass and started thrusting up hard, meeting every drop of her hips. The wet slap of our bodies filled the living room. Keerti braced her hands on my shoulders and rode me harder, her nightgown bunched around her waist, tits bouncing in my face. I leaned forward and sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting gently. She cried out and clenched around me.
“Fuck me like he did,” she panted. “Hard. Don’t be gentle. Use me.”
I flipped us so she was on her back on the couch, legs spread wide. I hooked her knees over my arms and slammed into her, deep and rough. She was dripping, making the same obscene wet sounds she’d described from the car. Every thrust made her gasp and arch.
“Tell me again,” I growled. “Tell me how he came in your mouth.”
“He pulled out… made me open wide… came all over my tongue and lips… I swallowed it… I liked the taste… I walked in here with his cum still in my mouth and kissed you…”
Her voice broke into a moan as I fucked her harder. She came first — sudden and hard, pulsing around my cock, nails digging into my arms, repeating Owais’s name under her breath before she caught herself and switched to mine. The sight of her unraveling like that pushed me over. I buried myself deep and came hard, flooding her already used cunt, groaning against her neck while she kept whispering every filthy detail she’d already told me.
We stayed locked together afterward, both breathing hard. Keerti’s legs were still wrapped around me. She reached up, wiped a bit of sweat from my forehead, and gave me that soft, almost innocent smile again.
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“Want me to tell you the rest?” she whispered. “How he made me clean his cock with my mouth after? Or how many times I came while he was fucking me from behind?”
I was already starting to get hard again inside her.
