I Let a Foreigner Fuck My Wife on My Birthday

Hi friends, my name is Vishal. I am a 34-year-old married man. Today I am going to tell you the story of my wife getting fucked. I hope this story of an Indian wife’s fucking will hit the spot for you.

My wife’s name is Neha. She is 30. Her skin is fair and she is very beautiful to look at. She keeps her figure tight. Her tits are also excellent.

The event I am about to tell you happened about a year ago. At that time we had been married for two years. For the first year we had sex regularly. Then, slowly, sex between us grew less. The thrill left the sex.

Then we thought we should do something different. Ours was a love marriage, and we had been together for two years before the wedding. In college days I used to watch a lot of porn films. I also liked reading sex stories. In many stories I had read that a husband gets his wife fucked by another man. He hands his wife over to some other man. Blue films also showed the same thing, a second man fucking the wife right in front of the husband.

In those stories the husband sat in the corner of the room and watched, while the wife filled the bed with moans under another man. The same scene kept coming in blue films. The wife’s sari or clothes came off, her tits were stuffed into a mouth, and a cock was driven into her cunt right in front of the husband’s eyes.

I liked all of that very much. I always felt, if only someone would fuck my sexy wife Neha hard in front of me. But I could not say it to Neha openly. I was afraid she would take it badly.

At night, when I lay pressed to her fair back, the words came to my tongue and stuck in my throat. Her breath fell hot on my neck, her tits pressed into my chest, and still my mouth would not open. Once she even asked why I was quiet that day. I made the excuse that I was tired. Inside, the same thing kept running: say it, then shut up after picturing both anger and shame in her eyes at once.

It was the month of May, and my birthday was the next week. Heat was coming down from the roof. Neha, making cold sherbet in the kitchen, said we should not cut the cake at home this time. Let’s go out somewhere. I took the name of Goa and her eyes lit up. Sea, hotel, and two days off, that was all that was in her mind. In my mind that old birthday wish woke again.

We both made a plan to go to Goa, celebrate the birthday, and enjoy. So we went to Goa. The moment we got off the train, salty air hit the face. Neha had worn a light pink kurti. Her hair was open and sweat shone on her forehead. In the rickshaw she held my arm and kept smiling. At every turn I kept feeling that tonight the talk had to come out.

There we took a room in a good hotel. The room was on the third floor, facing the sea. The bed was wide, the white sheet was stretched tight, and a sofa sat beside it. Neha put the bag down, opened the window, took a deep breath, and said the air was very good. I locked the door from inside. The AC’s cold air was falling on her neck.

Neha said, “It is your birthday today, tell me what gift I should give you.”

She came in front of me and caught the collar of my shirt. There was light lipstick on her lips. There was mischief in her eyes, as if she was ready to hear some small joke.

I said, “I already have everything, I do not want anything.”

She said, “No, you tell me, I want to fulfill any one wish of yours today.”

Her fingers stopped on my cheek. Her voice was soft. The promise was written on her face.

I said, “You will not be able to do it.”

She said, “You just tell me, I will fulfill your wish. I promise.”

She held her little finger out in front of me. I looked into her eyes for a long time. My heartbeat was sounding in my ears.

I said, “I want you to have sex with another man in front of me and let me watch. I want to see you having sex with a strange man.”

Hearing this, my wife went completely still. Her hands slipped off my shirt. The smile vanished. Her lips stayed a little open and her breath seemed to stop for a moment. The color left her cheeks.

She said, “What are you saying. I am your wife.”

Her voice was shaking. She stepped two steps back and sat down holding the edge of the bed. Her eyes were on the floor.

I started pleading with her. I used the birthday as the reason, that she should agree for one night, nobody would find out. I sat near her knees. I put my hands on her hands and said slowly that this was only one night. Nobody outside would know. The hotel room would stay locked. I would stay nearby. She shook her head and said this was wrong. Her eyes had gone wet, but the tears did not fall.

I explained a lot, but she was not agreeing. She kept repeating that what would people say, and that she could not even let anyone except me touch her. I told her my old wish. I told her the thrill had gone out of sex and I only wanted to watch. She stood with her face toward the window. Her shoulders were stiff. Her fingers were gripping the edge of the curtain. The sound of the sea was coming into the room, but she did not turn toward me. When I lightly touched her waist from behind, she trembled. She said do not say this thing again. There was less anger in the voice and more fear.

Then I acted a little upset. In the end, in front of my stubbornness, she agreed. I sat on the sofa and went quiet. She took my name twice. I did not answer. The third time she came and stood near me herself. Her eyes were wet. She said slowly that she was agreeing for one night, but nobody should find out. I caught her hand and said that was enough.

I told her to rest, because at night she was also going to get fucked. Neha sat on the edge of the bed. Her breath was still fast. I slowed the AC and put a glass of water in her hand. I said lie down till evening, bathe, and save your strength. She kept staring at the glass. Her lips were pressed, but refusal was no longer on her mouth.

Leaving Neha in the hotel, I went out alone to walk on the beach. I needed a young guy for my wife’s fucking. The sand was hot. Both foreign and local people were strolling along the sea. I moved ahead watching their age and height. Neha’s fair waist and tight cunt were circling in my mind. I did not want anyone very old. I wanted young, fit, and able to go all night.

There I talked to a broker. He supplied girls for sex. He was sitting on a chair near a hut, smoking a beedi. His eyes were sharp. When I went near, he first told me the rate for girls. I said I did not want a girl, I wanted a guy. He paused for a moment, then smiled and said the work was the same, only the goods were different.

I showed him Neha’s photo and said this girl wanted to sleep with a foreigner for one night. On the phone screen Neha was laughing in a red kurti. The broker brought the photo close and looked. His eyes stuck on the cheek, the neck, and the upper line of the chest. He said the goods were clean. A foreigner would say yes the moment he saw her.

I knew many foreign men come with the wish to fuck an Indian girl. They also pay good money for it. Up to 50,000 can be had for one night. I told the broker I wanted a young guy and to quote him a rate of 30,000. You keep half the money and I will keep half. Everything would happen in the hotel itself. Hearing 30,000, he raised his brow. I said half yours, half mine. The guy would come up to the hotel room. Nothing would happen outside. The broker scratched his chin and said if a young fair one was found, the rate would work.

I also made it clear that the fucking would happen only with a condom on. I repeated it twice. Not even one thrust without a condom. The broker nodded and said he would make the client understand first. He also got ready. He had his number written on my palm and said wait till evening. I sent Neha’s photo to his phone. He stared at the screen, laughed, and said the goods would sell.

Then I left Neha’s photo, our phone number, and the hotel address with the broker and came back. At 7 in the evening the broker’s call came that the client had been found. Neha was just coming out of the bathroom. A towel was on her hair. I went to the balcony and started talking in a low voice so she would not hear the whole thing. He said there was a young guy of 25 or 26 who had come from abroad and was staying here for a few days. He would reach at 10 at night. The broker had taken 15,000 from him. I repeated the amount. The broker said the guy was fair, tall, and had already said yes after seeing the photo. The condom talk had also been told to him.

After talking to the broker we went to eat. Neha took less rice on her plate. The spoon kept stopping. I put my hand on her hand and said do not be afraid. She only kept nodding. The hotel restaurant light was falling on her fair neck.

After that I told Neha to get ready. I also started helping her get ready. Back in the room I opened the bag. Neha was standing in front of the mirror. Her fingers were shaking, so the blouse hooks were catching. I closed the hooks from behind. Her back was warm. I took her red sari out of the bag. She put the sari on. Then I put green bangles on her wrists. I put anklets on her feet. I put red lipstick on her lips and kohl in her eyes.

The bangles rang on her wrists. While tying the anklet my fingers stopped on her fair feet. While the lipstick was going on, her lower lip was trembling lightly. Once the kohl was on, the eyes started looking deeper. When she was fully ready, it felt as if she was going to have her wedding night again. My married wife was looking very beautiful. In the red sari the line of her waist was showing clear. Above the blouse the weight of her tits was rising. There was sindoor in her parting and a thin chain on her neck. I stared at her for a while.

Neha was a little nervous, but excitement kept filling me. I was going to watch my wife’s fucking in front of my own eyes. Her breaths were getting short. My cock had already started going hard in my pants. I sat her on the bed and turned toward the sofa myself.

Then we started waiting. The clock hand was moving slowly. Neha kept fixing the pallu of the sari again and again. I was checking the phone camera. In the room there was only the sound of the AC.

At 10 our room bell rang. I understood the foreign client had arrived. Neha’s bangles rang in one jerk. She looked at me. I signaled her to stay seated.

When I opened the door, there was no limit to my happiness. A European fair guy was standing at the door, and he was quite handsome. His body was completely fit and he looked like he went to the gym. His name was Ron. His shirt was rolled to the mid-forearm. His shoulders were broad and his chest was tight. He had a light beard. He smiled and held out his hand. From behind, Neha’s red sari became visible to him and his eyes stuck there for a moment.

We told him to come inside. Coming in, he gave us 15,000 rupees. Then the whole arrangement was explained to him. I put the wad of notes in the drawer. Ron looked at the room, then looked at Neha sitting on the bed. I said the fucking would happen right here, a condom would go on, and I would stay on the sofa. The broker must have told him already, still I repeated it once. Ron nodded and said in soft English that he understood. Neha’s eyes were still on the floor.

After that I turned on my mobile camera and sat on the sofa to one side. I started the video recording. Ron took off his shirt and walked over to Neha. The shirt fell on the chair. The lines of his chest and stomach were clear. Neha’s breath sped up. Ron stopped near the bed and kept staring at her red sari.

Neha was sitting quiet on the bed. Her eyes were lowered. Her hands were locked in her lap. The green bangles were lightly ringing. The kohl-lined eyes were hidden under the lids. I was very happy that today my wish was about to be fulfilled. For how many days I had been wanting to watch my wife’s live fucking by another man, and at last that day had come. In a little while my dear Neha was going to be naked in front of a strange man. All night a foreign cock was going to raise hell in her cunt. Thinking that, my cock had already started standing. Inside the pants the cock had gone rigid and caught upward. I shifted my leg on the sofa and kept the camera aimed at Neha on the bed.

Ron went and sat beside her. Then he took Neha into his arms. He was talking in English. His fair arm lay on Neha’s waist. Neha’s shoulder met his chest. Ron was saying something in a low voice. Neha was only nodding. Her breath was falling hot on his neck.

While talking, he laid Neha down and started kissing her cheeks. Her back met the sheet. The anklet lightly rang. Ron put his lips slowly on both her cheeks. Neha’s eyelids closed. Then he started kissing my wife’s lips and pressing her tits from over the blouse. The first kiss was light. Then he took her lower lip into his lips and pressed. Along with that, the palm on the blouse started filling a tit in his fist. A muffled hiss came out of Neha’s mouth.

Praising her breasts in English, he was saying that her tits were very good. His fingers were searching for the nipple on the blouse cloth. Neha’s chest was going up and down fast. Now he started opening Neha’s sari. He opened the sari and set it aside. Now Neha was in petticoat and blouse. The pallu slipped from the shoulder. He slowly opened the knot at the waist. The red sari slid to the corner of the bed. Under the petticoat the fair navel and the line of the stomach opened.

My young wife was still nervous, yet she was going along with Ron. Her hands were still locked at her sides, but she was not pushing Ron away. When Ron caught her wrist, the bangles rang and she let the hand go loose. Ron’s hands were now moving on my wife’s fair thighs. Heat had started coming into Neha’s body too. The petticoat had slid up near the cunt. The palm was climbing from knee to thigh. Neha’s thighs first drew in, then slowly went loose. The petticoat cloth bunched up to the mouth of the cunt. From inside, heat and a light wet smell started rising.

Then Ron opened Neha’s blouse and the black bra showed. Then he opened the bra too. He bared the breasts. Seeing the thick fair tits, a shine came into Ron’s eyes. The moment the hooks opened, the blouse fell to both sides. In the black bra the tits were packed tight. He put a hand behind and opened the hook. The moment the bra came off, the heavy fair tits came free and trembled lightly. The pink nipples were stiff and standing. Ron stared at them for a moment.

The next moment he pressed the tits hard and started drinking one tit after another by stuffing it in his mouth. A moan broke from Neha’s mouth. She had started getting hot now. He pressed the right tit in his fist and took the nipple into his lips and sucked. His tongue was circling the round of the nipple. Neha’s waist lifted off the sheet. A long moan broke from her mouth, “Ahhh…”

He was sucking and pressing both tits by turns. Neha had also started pressing that young foreign guy’s head onto her tits. For a long time he drank my wife’s tits. When he went to the left tit, Neha’s fingers went into his hair. She was pressing his head harder onto her chest. The sound of sucking was clearly heard in the room. The nipples were wet and shining. Ron was pressing the nipple in his lips and pulling. Neha’s waist was lifting off the sheet on every pull. A broken voice came from her mouth, “Ahhh… uhh…”

Then he opened the petticoat. Now only panties were left on Neha’s body. He stroked my wife’s cunt from over the panties and caught it in his hand and squeezed. The moment the drawstring opened, the petticoat slid down the thighs. The black panties were stuck to the cunt. Ron put his palm on the whole mound and squeezed the cloth along with it in his fingers. Neha’s knees drew in on their own.

These fair foreign guys get more than a little crazy for a desi Indian cunt. Ron was stroking and kneading my wife’s cunt again and again. Then he pulled the panties and made her fully naked. His middle finger was running up and down the slit over the panties. The cloth was sinking in. Neha’s breath was coming out in stops. Then Ron caught the panties from both sides and pulled them off the thighs and out past the feet. The cunt opened and came in front.

Seeing it, I felt happy that my wife’s cunt had already gone wet. It was clearly known that Neha was also taking pleasure. Then he started licking her cunt with his tongue. There was a thin shine on the lips. The inner flesh looked light pink and swollen. Ron spread the thighs and put his mouth on the cunt. The tongue went in one long lick from the bud above to the hole below. Neha’s whole body jerked.

Neha started hissing at once. Stroking her tits slowly, she started getting her cunt licked. The moment Ron pushed his tongue in, Neha spread her thighs and gave the tongue a path all the way inside. A voice kept breaking from her mouth, “Ahhh… yes… uhhh…” Both hands were on the tits. Fingers were kneading the nipples. When Ron’s tongue went into the hole, she scraped her heels on the sheet and opened her thighs more. Wet juice was reaching his chin.

For a long time he kept licking Neha’s cunt. Neha reached the edge of being lost. Then Ron got up and started taking off his pants. He took the pants off and threw them to one side. Neha’s waist was now moving on its own. Her eyes were half closed and her lips were open. Ron stood, opened the belt, took off the pants, and threw them on the chair.

In the white briefs his long cock was fully rigid. Then he came back to the bed and stood on his knees in front of Neha. On the cloth of the briefs the long raised line of the cock was clear. The head was lifting the cloth up. He came onto his knees near Neha’s chest. He pulled the briefs down and a long cucumber-like cock jumped out in front of Neha.

Ron’s cock was bigger than my cock too. Seeing it, Neha got a little nervous. The thick head was shining. Veins were raised on the shaft. Neha’s eyes stuck there and she bit her lower lip in her teeth.

Now Ron said, “Suck it.”

Neha, out of shame, looked toward me once. I signaled, do not be shy, just enjoy. I gave the signal to suck the cock. Neha took Ron’s cock into her mouth and started sucking. After a few moments she started getting a lot of pleasure and, coming fully into the mood, started giving a proper sucking.

At first only the head went into the lips. Then she ran her tongue underneath and opened her mouth more. A wet sucking sound started rising. A muffled whimper was coming from her throat, “Mmm… ahhh…” Ron also held her head and, filling with moans, kept driving his cock into my wife’s mouth. His fingers were locked in Neha’s hair. His waist was coming forward slowly. A broken voice was coming from his mouth, “Ahhh… yes… uhhh…” The cock was going in and out on her lips.

For a long time Neha sucked that foreign cock well. Her lips were wet on the head. Running her tongue under the shaft, she was taking it deep into her mouth again and again. A line of spit was shining on her chin. Ron’s waist locked on every suck.

After that Ron put a condom in Neha’s hand. Neha understood and rolled the condom onto his cock. The sound of the packet tearing came. Neha caught the cock in her fist, put the rubber on the head, and rolled it down to the root. The cock looked even more rigid in the condom.

Then Ron laid her straight and spread the legs wide. Putting the cock at the door of the cunt, he said, “Darling, are you ready.”

Neha’s back was on the sheet. Ron opened her thighs to both sides with his knees. The head was pressed to the wet slit. Neha’s breath stopped.

Neha smiled and said, “Put it in slowly, please.”

Her voice was shaking. She had hold of Ron’s wrist.

Then Ron gave one hard thrust and half the cock went and pushed into Neha’s cunt. The head spread the hole and sank in. Neha’s waist jumped off the bed. The inner walls clenched and squeezed on the cock.

A scream-like sharp voice came from Neha’s mouth, “Ahhh… slow, Ron, slow.”

Her fingers dug into Ron’s back. Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment. Her lips stayed open. She became uneasy, so Ron also stopped. He kept the cock half pushed into the cunt and lay on Neha sucking her lips. Neha also kept drinking the taste of his lips. He did not move. He only kept the weight of his chest on Neha and kept sucking her trembling lips. Neha slowly started answering his tongue. The heat of the cock was spreading inside the cunt.

Then Ron slowly started moving the cock in and out, and Neha also started filling with moans. The first pull was light. The head came to the hole and then went in. A broken voice came from Neha’s mouth, “Uhhh… ahhh… yes…” The thighs were now leaving their lock.

Ron slowly started increasing the speed. His cock was now going fully in and out of Neha’s cunt. On every thrust the root was hitting the lips of the cunt. Neha’s tits were bouncing up and down. The wet sound was getting clearer each time.

Ron increased the speed a lot and started fucking Neha hard. Neha had hold of Ron with her hands and, lifting her legs, had him as if locked. Her heels were planted on his waist. Nails were sinking into his back. Neha was saying in a near-scream, “Ahhh… Ron… uhhh… not slow anymore… ahhh…”

The whole room was echoing with Neha’s moans. The green bangles, mixing their clink into the sounds of the fucking, were making the mood even more sexual. On every thrust the bangles on the wrists were hitting the bed and ringing. The anklets were also ringing from the movement of the heels.

My wife’s cunt was still tight, so Ron was getting full pleasure. When the big cock went into the tight cunt, a wet slap sound was happening. The hole was clenching hard on the cock. While coming out, the inner lips were sticking to the rubber and stretching. Ron’s teeth were clenched and the veins of his neck had come up.

Ron’s thrusts were quite hard, so the bed was also shaking lightly. The headboard was tapping the wall. Neha’s hair had spread on the pillow. Sweat was shining between both their stomachs. On every thrust her tits were pressing into Ron’s chest and spreading. Her heels had tightened at the join of the thighs. A broken voice was coming from her mouth, “Ahhh… uhhh… Ron… ahhh…”

Friends, truly, what a great mood it was. I was also getting full pleasure. I was capturing every moment in the phone camera. Sitting on the sofa, my cock was rigid in my pants and aching. I was squeezing my thighs and holding the camera steady. On the screen Neha’s open cunt and Ron’s cock going in and out were showing clear.

Watching a live fucking has a different pleasure. Especially when your own wife is getting fucked by someone else’s cock, the excitement grows more. I was taking the full enjoyment of both of their fucking. From Neha’s whimpers it was clear she was also taking full pleasure from getting fucked by the foreign cock. Her eyes were half closed. Her lips were open and on every deep thrust a muffled cry was breaking, “Yes… ahhh… more… uhhh…” Her waist was now lifting toward Ron on its own.

Then Ron put her on all fours and drove the cock into the cunt from behind. Kneading the tits, he started fucking my wife’s cunt without mercy. He caught Neha’s waist and turned her. Neha got onto knees and palms. Her back bent and the cunt opened toward the back. Ron rubbed the head on the slit and in one thrust drove the cock down to the root. Both palms were planted on the hanging tits. Nipples were getting pressed in the fingers.

Neha started screaming hard. Hearing her screams, I was getting more pleasure. I wanted Ron to fuck her cunt until he tired her out. Even with her mouth buried in the pillow, the voice was not stopping, “Ahhh… Ron… uhhh… you are splitting me… ahhh…” The bangles were ringing on every jerk. Her hips were slapping Ron’s thighs with wet sounds.

After 18 to 20 minutes of hard fucking, Ron’s thrusts suddenly started stopping. He released inside my wife’s cunt. The last thrusts became short and deep. Ron’s waist locked. He stayed stopped inside while gripping Neha’s waist. The condom swelled inside the cunt. Neha was saying in a trembling voice, “Ahhh… uhhh… stop… ahhh…”

Juice that had come from Neha’s cunt had already given wetness to the bed. The juice inside the thighs had left a dark stain on the sheet. Even in the all-fours position a thin stream was dripping from her cunt.

Ron pulled the cock out and took the condom off and threw it to one side. Then he took Neha in his arms and lay for a while. The moment the cock came out, the lips of the cunt clenched and stayed open. Ron knotted the full condom and threw it toward the floor. He laid Neha straight and pulled her to his chest. Both their breaths were still fast.

After a little while he again started fingering my wife’s cunt. Two fingers ran on the wet slit, then went into the hole. Inside it was still hot and swollen. Neha’s waist lifted again. Ron’s middle finger was going in and out. The thumb was rubbing the clit. A muffled voice came from Neha’s mouth, “Uhhh… ahhh… do not stop…” The thighs went loose again.

Neha got hot a second time, and Ron gave his cock into her mouth and started getting it sucked. He came onto his knees near her face. The soft cock rested on her lips. Neha took the head into her mouth and started licking with her tongue. While sucking, a whimper was breaking from her throat, “Mmm… ahhh…”

Within 2 minutes Neha sucked Ron’s cock until it stood. The cock swelled and went rigid in her lips. Veins rose again. Neha tried to take it to the root in her mouth and spit started shining on her chin.

Once again Ron dropped Neha down and started driving into the cunt. A new condom went on. He put Neha’s legs on his shoulders and, pressing the head to the hole, thrust. Neha cried, “Ahhh… slow… uhhh… it has gone inside…” This time the cunt opened easily and the cock fitted to the root.

This time the fucking must have gone on for about 30 minutes, and both collapsed tired. Ron also took her on her side. Driving the cock from behind, he kept kneading a tit. Neha was gripping the pillow and saying, “Ahhh… Ron… uhhh… I cannot take more… ahhh…” At last both waists started trembling and Ron stopped inside and filled.

That way, that night, that foreign guy Ron fucked my wife’s cunt until 6 in the morning. He took 4 rounds of fucking and fucked my wife until he brought her to the edge of passing out. In between there was water and short dozing. Every time he would lick Neha’s cunt, suck the tits, give the cock into her mouth, and get hard again. All four times the condom was new. In the last round Neha’s voice was coming out broken.

In all four rounds the fucking happened in different positions, so Neha’s body was badly broken. I made a separate video of every round of fucking. Lying straight, all fours, on the side, and sitting on top, in all four poses her fair body moved. Finger marks fell on the thighs. I kept stopping and saving a separate video of every round.

I saved the videos of my wife’s fucking in the phone. I wanted to keep these memories safe with me.

Ron’s mind was still not full after fucking my wife’s cunt. He started saying let me do one more round. Though his time was only until 6. He started talking about giving more money. Light was spreading outside the window. Ron pointed toward the notes and stroked Neha’s wet thigh.

But Neha was very tired, so I refused. Her eyes were swollen. Holding her waist, she was lying on her side. I told Ron that was enough.

Then Neha looked toward my face and said, “All right, take 6,000 more. Let him do one more round.”

The voice was tired, but there was no refusal. She put Ron’s wrist on her stomach.

Ron gave the money and then laid Neha down and started sucking again. In a little while his cock stood again. I put the 6,000 notes in the drawer. Ron sucked her tits and cunt for a long time. Neha was whimpering, “Uhhh… ahhh…” The moment the cock went into the mouth it went rigid again.

He did one more round of fucking and fucked Neha hard. Then he started to leave. While leaving he also took Neha’s personal mobile number.

The last round stayed slow but deep. Neha had his back locked and on every thrust she was saying, “Ahhh… uhhh…” While leaving, Ron saved her number in the phone and turned at the door to look.

After Ron left, I pulled Neha into my arms and said, “Thank you, love, you fulfilled my wish. You are not in any trouble, are you.”

Her hair was spread. There was still heat between the thighs. I pulled the sheet over her body. The lipstick on the lips had gone dull. There were sucking marks on the neck and tits. She hid her mouth in my chest and was breathing slow. When the waist was touched she whimpered lightly, but she did not move away.

She said, “No, there is no trouble. I also enjoyed it.”

The voice was tired. She pulled my arm tighter on her waist. Even as the eyes closed, a light smile stayed on the lips.

Then I took her in my arms and slept. We had both stayed awake all night, so we slept till evening.

Ron had now become crazy for Neha. Then he called and said he wanted to sleep with Neha for one more night. When the phone rang in the evening, Neha’s brows rose. Ron was saying that all night her fair cunt and heavy tits had been circling in front of his eyes. He needed one more night. The same hunger was in the voice.

This time he was ready to pay even more. I also did not stop Neha for this. The next day Ron came to our room again. For one night he again fucked Neha’s cunt hard.

Neha did not wear the red sari again. She was in a light nightie. The moment Ron came in he pulled her into his arms and dropped her on the bed. Sucking the tits, he took the panties off. The cunt was already wet. Putting on a condom, he laid her straight and drove the cock in. Neha cried, “Ahhh… Ron… uhhh… it has been swollen since yesterday… ahhh…” Then the thighs opened on their own.

He also fucked her on all fours. Thrusts from behind while kneading the tits were deep. Neha was gripping the pillow and saying, “Uhhh… ahhh… more inside… ahhh…” Three rounds went in the night. Every time the condom was new. In the last round he collapsed on Neha and stayed stopped inside the cunt.

I watched the second fucking live too and made a video of that as well. There Ron and Neha became good friends. Ron promised to meet again and left. A year has passed since those talks.

While leaving in the morning, Ron kissed Neha’s forehead and said when he returned to India he would see her first. Neha waved her hand lightly. I saved the videos in a separate folder in the phone. Over the year we sat together many nights and watched those videos.

We are both waiting for Ron. When he comes to India again, the same pleasure will come. We are going to Goa this time too. Along with Ron, some of his friends were also talking about coming, which Ron told us on the phone.

On the phone Ron said two young friends wanted to come with him. Neha nodded in agreement. There was nervousness in the eyes, and the same old heat.

For that day we husband and wife are waiting impatiently. I am even more excited now to watch my wife’s fucking happening with several unknown men.

I have also attached my wife’s photo. Do write a few words in her praise. I also want to know, if you got the chance, how you would make my dear wife happy.