I’m Shubham, and ever since that night (from Part 1: My Boss Ravaged My Slutty Wife), my head’s been a fucking mess. Seeing Mansi get pounded by my boss Taneja’s thick cock—her moans, her dirty talk, his 8-inch monster slamming her pussy—it’s stuck on replay in my brain. At first, I was pissed, ready to whip her jiggling ass red with a leather belt for shredding my trust. But then something twisted hit me—my dick got rock hard. In the last two days, I’ve jerked off four times thinking about it, my cum shooting out like a fountain every time I pictured her getting fucked.
I’m torn. Anger’s there, but it’s drowned by this burning, jealous lust. I want Mansi to get railed by a fat cock again, and I want to watch—her pussy splitting, her ass quivering—while pretending I don’t know shit. Next morning, she stepped out of the shower, towel clinging to her wet body. Her tits bulged out, nipples poking through, clear as day. I thought, “Fuck, what a piece my wife is—and my boss banged her.” My cock twitched hard, but I kept my mouth shut.
“Gonna be late at the office today,” I said, staring into her eyes. She smiled, “Cool, go ahead—I’ll handle the house.” That same naughty edge from the night with Boss was in her voice. I smelled a plan brewing. Then it hit me—why not clone her phone? My office buddy Ravi’s a tech wiz. I called him, “Bro, I need to track a phone’s chats—how?” He laughed, “Give me the phone for five minutes. I’ll slap an app on it—everything’ll sync to your laptop.” Mansi was in the kitchen; I snatched her phone, handed it to Ravi, and by evening, my laptop was a goldmine of her secrets.
Got home, flipped it open. Mansi and Taneja’s chats lit my brain on fire. She’d messaged him that morning:
“Hey Sir, your cock’s missing my pussy today, right?”
Taneja: “Yeah, my slut, my dick’s dying without your wet pussy and swaying ass. When’s the next taste?”
Mansi: “Sir, gotta be careful now. Shubham’s suspicious. Last night he groped my pussy and asked why it’s so loose. I said he fucked it wide himself.”
Taneja: “Haha, that loser has no clue his wife’s pussy’s hooked on my monster cock. Next time, I’ll send him off and grind your pussy and ass raw.”
Mansi: “Sir, your words soaked my panties. But home’s risky now. Somewhere else?”
Taneja: “Next week, I’ll trap him with overtime at the office. You come to my flat—just you, me, and my 8-inch beast.”
Mansi: “Sir, my ass is starving for your cock this time. Promise you’ll rip it?”
Taneja: “Promise, baby. That ass wiggle’s begging my dick to fuck it nonstop.”
Reading this, my cock thrashed in my pants. Rage boiled, but the thrill burned hotter. Mansi was playing careful now—loose clothes at home, sneaking to corners for calls, locking the bathroom door. But her pussy’s heat and Boss’s cock-lust couldn’t hide. I decided, “Fine, I’ll play dumb, but I’ll catch every filthy move—from chats to fucking.” I kept her phone linked to my laptop and checked the bedroom’s hidden camera.
Next week, Taneja called me in. “Shubham, urgent project—overtime tonight,” he said. His eyes gleamed with the same lust I saw that night on Mansi’s pussy. I nodded, smirking inside. The chats spilled everything. I thought, “Go ahead, Boss, fuck your whore—I’m in on the game this time.”
That evening, I called Mansi. “Gonna be late, eat without me,” I said.
“Cool,” she replied, voice rushed like she was primping. I told Ravi, “Cover my work,” and slipped out to Taneja’s flat—address snagged from the chats. Got there, saw his car parked. Soon, Mansi rolled up in an auto. She wore a black saree, clinging tight—tits bulging, ass popping so hard my cock saluted in my pants.
I climbed the back stairs, found a window to peek through. My heart pounded like a drum. Tonight, Mansi’s pussy and Boss’s cock were gonna tangle again—and I’d see it all.
Hid by the window, breath held, heart slamming. Inside Taneja’s flat, Mansi stepped in, her black saree hugging her killer body—tits thrusting out, ass swaying like a fuck magnet. My dick hissed in my pants. Taneja locked the door and grabbed her from behind. One hand mashed her heavy tits, the other slapped her fat ass hard—thap… thap… Each smack turned it red, and my insides blazed.
“What a hot piece you brought, my slut,” Taneja growled, yanking her pallu off in one rip. Her deep navel gleamed, tits straining her blouse like they’d burst. Mansi laughed dirty, “Sir, this body’s ready to burn in your cock’s furnace. My pussy and ass are dying for your lust.” Taneja tore her saree off completely, tossing it. She stood in her blouse and petticoat, her tight blouse shoving her tits out like a gift.
He slammed her onto the sofa, ripped her blouse in half. Her black bra barely held her tits, nipples hard and ready. “Fuck, Mansi, these juicy tits make my cock wanna drink poison,” Taneja said, squeezing them over the bra. Mansi moaned, “Sir, rip ‘em apart… my tits wanna melt in your mouth’s heat.” He yanked the bra off, and her bare tits bounced free. He attacked—one nipple bitten between his teeth, the other pinched raw. Mansi’s moans echoed, “Ahhh… Sir… suck my nipples… make ‘em red… my pussy’s fucking blazing!”
I stood outside, dick ready to explode. Anger chewed my brain, but lust torched my body. I wanted Taneja to fuck my wife like a dog. Mansi pressed his head into her tits, moaning filthy, “Sir, where’s your cock hiding? My pussy’s going nuts for it—pull it out and stuff my mouth!” Taneja laughed, stood up, dropped his pants. His 8-inch, thick, black cock waved out. Mansi’s eyes lit up with hunger. She slid off the sofa, dropped to her knees. “Fuck, Sir, this cock’s my pussy’s king,” she said, licking the tip with her wet tongue.
Mansi sucked his cock like a wild, starving bitch. Her tongue danced on the head, moaning nasty with every slurp. “Sir, your cock’s setting my mouth on fire. Shove it in my pussy and kill the flames!” Taneja grabbed her hair, rammed his dick down her throat. Her eyes went red, spit dripped, but she didn’t stop—swallowing it whole. Her dirty noises filled the room, “Fuck, Sir… this cock owns my pussy… fuck my mouth with it!”
“What a filthy slut you are, Mansi,” Taneja snarled. “Your husband’s got no clue his wife was born to lick my dick.” She pulled it out, spit-shiny and waving. Laughing nasty, she said, “Shubham’s little prick can’t even quench my pussy’s thirst. Your black cobra’s got my cunt erupting!” My blood boiled. I’d seen her as pure, but here she was worshipping Taneja’s cock. My dick ached—I whipped it out and started stroking right there by the window.
Taneja lifted her, threw her face-down on the sofa. Ripped her petticoat and panties off together. Mansi was buck naked now—pussy wet, swollen, red, screaming for his cock. Taneja gripped his fat dick, rubbed it on her pussy lips. Mansi squirmed, “Fuck, Sir… don’t tease… slam that cock in my pussy—it’s crying for you!” He thrust hard—half his monster sank in. She screamed, “Ahhh… Sir… my pussy’s gonna split… this cock’ll kill me!”
Taneja laughed dirty, “Just the start, my queen. My dick’s gonna grind your pussy to shreds today.” Mansi moaned, “Fuck, Sir… rip it… Shubham’s prick barely tickles my pussy. Quench my cunt’s fire with your beast!” He started slamming. Her tits bounced wild with every thrust, her screams growing, “Yes, Sir… harder… crush my pussy with your cock!”
The room turned into a fuck storm—fch-fch… thap-thap… and Mansi’s filthy moans, “Fuck me… tear my pussy… make it your cock’s jungle!” Taneja sped up. Her pussy leaked, she came over and over. Her moans turned to screams, “Fuck, Sir… my pussy’s burning… pound it more!” I watched, dick out of control, stroking fast, eyes locked on her getting railed.
Taneja flipped her, yanked her ass up. “Time to fuck this swaying ass,” he growled, slathering spit on his cock. Mansi grinned nasty, “Fuck, Sir… my ass is starving for your cock… rip it—but go slow first.” He pressed his dick against her tight asshole, eased it in. Mansi moaned, “Ahhh… Sir… it’s splitting my ass!” He slid it all in slow, her eyes red with lust. “Yes, Sir… now hard… grind my ass with your cock!”
Taneja fucked her ass like a rabid dog. Her tits dangled in the air, and he grabbed them, squeezing hard. Mansi screamed, “Fuck, Sir… rip my ass… your cock owns my body!” He pounded her ass forever. Then he yanked it out, “Take it, my fuck-slut—I’ll soak your face and tits with my load.” He jerked fast—hot cum blasted over her face and boobs. Mansi licked it up, moaning, “Fuck, Sir… your cum’s paradise juice—I’d drink it all!”
Right then, my cock erupted, cum splattering the ground below the window. Rage, jealousy, and lust burned me alive. Inside, it wasn’t over. Taneja pulled Mansi into his lap. She was naked—tits gleaming with his cum, pussy and ass dripping. He hugged her tight, mashed her tits again, “Fuck, Mansi, you’re a hot piece. Your body’s fire keeps waking my dick.” She sprawled naked in his lap, legs spread, his softening cock brushing her pussy. “Sir, lying naked in your lap’s pure bliss. Your dick’s heating my pussy again,” she moaned.
Taneja grabbed his phone, “Gotta save this fuck memory.” He sat her up, sucked a tit, snapped a selfie. Mansi laughed dirty, “Fuck, Sir, take pics of my naked body—jerk off to them when your cock’s lonely.” He clicked more—one with her gripping his dick, another stroking her ass, a third spreading her pussy wide for the camera. “Sir, hang this pussy pic in your bedroom—let your wife see your real queen,” she purred.
Then Mansi grabbed her phone, naked in his lap. “Should I call Shubham?” she teased. Taneja squeezed her tit hard, “Yeah, tell him you love him while my cock’s heat’s still in your pussy.” She dialed—I heard it outside. My phone buzzed, hands shaking as I picked up.
“Hey, baby,” her sultry voice hit. She sat naked in Taneja’s lap, his hand rubbing her pussy. “I love you so much.”
I growled, rage and lust mixing, “Yeah, me too… what you up to?”
She laughed, “Just thinking of you… feeling kinda hot.” Taneja slid a finger in her pussy—she moaned into the phone, “Ahhh… baby… come home soon.” I knew she was getting off on him while sweet-talking me. “Yeah, soon,” I said, hung up.
Taneja kissed her, “Fuck, what a slut—love-talking your husband while riding my dick.” Mansi lounged in his lap, “Sir, my pussy and ass crave your cock. Call me anytime and fuck me senseless.” He smacked her ass one last time, dressed up. Mansi stayed naked on the sofa, body sticky with his cum. I slipped home quiet, my dick still twitching from the show.