I’m Shubham, 28, grinding at a multinational job. My wife’s Mansi—27, fair as hell, young, and a walking wet dream. Her face looks sweet and innocent, but her body’s a fucking sex bomb: 34-28-34—big, jiggly tits, tight waist, and a plump, round ass that bounces like a porno when she struts. That ass wiggles so dirty, every guy’s eyes glue to her pussy, dying to slam her down and pound her senseless. A few days ago, I invited my manager, Mr. Taneja, over for dinner.
That night, Mansi slipped into a skintight saree, showing off every curve. Her deep navel peeked out, her fat tits straining the fabric. I saw Taneja’s eyes locked on her swaying ass and juicy boobs, practically drooling. We spoiled him with food, and Mansi kept leaning over to serve, letting her pallu slip. Her killer cleavage flashed right in his face. I thought he was just checking her out, but fuck no—his stare was pure, cock-hardening lust.
Less than a week later, I rolled into the office, and the peon said, “Boss wants you.” In Taneja’s cabin, he smirked, “Congrats, Shubham!” and shoved my promotion letter at me. I muttered thanks, and he grinned, “Thanks ain’t shit. I want a party as hot as your wife’s dripping cunt.” I laughed, “You got it, Boss.”
Got home, spilled the news to Mansi. She jumped, squealing, “Taneja ji promised me he’d get you promoted, and he fucking delivered!” Her eyes sparkled, and I said, “Yeah, I’m throwing a party for the office crew.” We locked it in for Saturday—friends, neighbors, Boss, everyone.
Saturday night, we threw a wild bash. Office buddies, Boss, some relatives, neighbors—house packed. Mansi wore a red saree that hugged her like a glove. Her tits popped out, her ass curved so filthy you’d wanna rip it apart. Party rocked, and I told Mansi, “Pamper Boss—he’s why I’m here.” She winked, “Oh, I’ll take care of him,” and stuck to him like glue.
Boss brought a slick champagne bottle. I popped it, poured glasses. I don’t drink much, but it was a big deal. One glass fucked me up—head spinning fast. I held on, waiting for guests to split. They cleared out slow, but Boss stayed. My skull pounded, so I told Mansi, “Keep Boss happy, I’m crashing.” She giggled, “Sleep tight, I’ll handle him real nice.” Her voice had a slutty edge, but I was too buzzed to catch it.
I hit the bed and passed out. Woke up later—where’s Mansi? Checked the garden—zilch. Back inside, a room’s light glowed. Heard Mansi and Boss talking low. Snuck to the door and peeked. They held drinks—fucking drinks! Mansi doesn’t touch booze! Boss thanked her, and she purred, “No, Sir, you’ve done so much. Can’t I show you how my pussy burns for you?” My brain flipped—what the hell?
Boss growled, “Dance with me.” She cranked the music, and they locked up tight, bodies mashed. His hands slid to her tits, squeezing slow and nasty. Mansi flashed a dirty grin, “Sir, grab ‘em harder—my boobs are aching for you.” Her lust was blazing. Then she rubbed his bulge through his pants, moaning, “Sir, your cock’s screaming for my pussy.”
In a flash, Boss ripped her saree off. Yanked her blouse and petticoat, tossing them like trash. She stood in a bra and panties, his eyes wild with hunger. He tore her bra off, shredded her panties—her bare tits bounced free. He dove in, sucking them like a starved animal. Mansi moaned loud, “Sir, chew my nipples—they’re on fucking fire! Show me your beast, my pussy’s dying for it!”
Boss laughed, “Check it out, slut.” Mansi stripped him bare, and holy fuck—his 8-inch, thick cock swung out, hard as steel. My naked wife plopped in his lap, eyes starving for his meat. “Suck it, Mansi,” he growled. She teased, “I don’t usually, but this monster’s got my mouth and pussy begging.” She licked his shaft slow, then sucked it deep.
Mansi went crazy on his fat 8-incher, sucking like a cock-starved whore. Her tongue twirled the tip, moaning with every slurp. Boss groped her smooth, fat ass, smacking it hard, growling, “Fuck, Mansi, what an ass—I’ll spank it bloody tonight.” She popped his cock out, grinned filthy, “Sir, my ass is your bitch—slap it raw, just don’t skip my pussy.”
She sucked him for ages. Spit dripped down her chin, his precum smeared her lips, shining wet and nasty. Boss groaned, “You said you’re not into this, but you suck like a damn pro—what’s up?” Mansi laughed dirty, “Depends on the dick, Sir. Shubham’s too scared to shove his puny prick in my mouth. College boyfriend wouldn’t fuck me without a blowjob first. Your thick fuckrod’s got my pussy melting.”
My mind blew. I thought Mansi was my pure little wife—turns out she’s been a cock-slut since college. She was blowing Boss like a street whore right there, and I was frozen, dick throbbing. Boss hauled her up and slammed her on the sofa. Spread her legs wide, spat on his cock. Mansi’s pussy was drenched, lips pulsing, begging for his meat.
He jammed his fat cock against her hole and thrust hard. Half sank in—she screamed, “Ahhh… Sir, slow… you’ll split my pussy!” Boss smirked, “Easy, baby, or Shubham wakes up and we’re screwed.” She moaned, “Can’t help it, Sir—haven’t had a thick, hot cock like this in forever. Shubham’s got a little tic-tac—nothing next to your monster. Fuck my pussy till it begs tonight.”
Boss started pounding. She winced at first, pain twisting her face, but soon she was moaning like a slut. She bucked her ass up, matching his slams, begging, “Yes, Sir, harder… rip my pussy wide… make it your cock’s fucktoy!” Boss cranked it up—fch-fch… thap-thap—fucking noises blasted the room. Her moans roared, “Ahhh… oohh… fuck me… faster…” She came twice, pussy juice pouring, but Boss kept drilling like a machine.
He fucked her raw for ages. Her tits bounced wild with every thrust, and he sucked them bloody. Then he stood, yanked his cock out—glistening with her juice—and panted, “Take it, my slut. I’ll soak your face and tits with my load.” He jerked it fast, and hot cum sprayed over her mouth and boobs. Mansi licked it up, tongue out, moaning, “Sir, your cum’s fucking heaven—I’d guzzle it all.”
She looked like a total whore. All my trust—smashed as she fucked my boss. He dressed and asked, “What’s next, baby?” Mansi sprawled naked, grinning nasty, “Next? My pussy’s your playground, Sir. Come anytime, ram your cock in. Pussy, ass, mouth—all yours to fuck.” Boss laughed and bailed.
Mansi stayed naked on the sofa. I bolted to bed, faking sleep. She slid in beside me, bare and sticky. I slid my hand over her, “Why’s your body so slimy?” She lied, “Sweat.” I said, “Huh.” Shoved my dick in her pussy and asked, “Why’s your pussy so loose tonight?” She laughed, “You’ve fucked it wide every day.” I banged her quick and crashed.
Now Boss keeps me tangled in bullshit work while he fucks my wife. I’ve rigged a hidden camera in our bedroom. Boys, I’ll spill later how Boss and my office crew pounded my slutty wife.
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