My name’s Manas, 46 years old, and my wife Shaila—name changed, of course—is 40. We’ve been married for 20 years, living in Delhi. Back in the day, Shaila was a total bombshell, bro. Her hunger for sex, her killer style, the way she sucked cock—fuck, just looking at her made my dick hard! But the last few years, she’s gone cold. During sex, she just lies there, no fire, no spice. I was fed up, man. Every time, the same boring routine—two minutes of fucking, then snoring. My body was burning with desire, but Shaila’s heart seemed to have iced over.
Shaila’s 40th birthday was coming up, and I wanted to make it a banger. I needed to reignite that old flame in her. One day, I opened her drawer, always locked tight. Inside was a massive dildo—plastic cock, thick, black, at least 10 inches long. It hit me like a truck: my 6-inch dick wasn’t cutting it for her anymore. Her pussy craved something bigger, thicker. She was quenching her thirst with this dildo, but I wanted her to have the real deal. My mind cooked up a plan—to gift Shaila a massive black cock for her birthday. The thought alone got my dick rock-hard.
Shaila used to be a proper desi hottie. Her fair skin, full tits, and thick, round ass—man, anyone would lose their mind. She was a beast in bed. Sucking cock, taking it in her ass, 69 with pussy and dick licking—she did it all. During sex, her moans, “Fuck me harder, bro… tear me apart!”—her voice echoed in my ears. She’d lift her pussy and ass to take my cock deeper, lick the tip with her tongue, and swallow it down her throat. The lust in her eyes, that raw thirst—it drove me wild. But now, all that was gone. I wanted to heat her up again, give her a birthday gift she’d never forget.
Our building has a small park outside where Shaila sometimes went for evening walks. Lately, she’d stopped going as much. Maybe she was pissed off with her dull life too. Her birthday was on a weekend, and I decided to make it a full-on scene. One night, two days before her birthday, we were coming back from a friend’s party. It was around 11:30 PM. Delhi’s streets were empty, a chilly breeze blowing. At our building’s gate stood a new chowkidar, Minder. Around 50, stocky, dark, and tall, he wore an old khaki uniform. His Lucknowi vibe screamed he was a hot-headed guy with a nawabi edge.
As we headed to the lift, I caught Minder staring at Shaila’s ass. She was rocking a tight red nightie that hugged her thick ass, making it jiggle with every step. Minder’s eyes were glued to it. Shaila didn’t notice, but I clocked his lustful gaze. I fucking loved it. My brain lit up—could Minder be the guy to fill Shaila’s pussy with a massive black cock? First, I needed to check his size, ‘cause Shaila needed a thick, long one.
The next day, one day before her birthday, I planned to get Minder drunk. Took him to a desi liquor shop’s back alley, where some guys were boozing in the dark. I bought a bottle of desi daaru and started pouring for him. After two-three pegs, he was sloshed, ranting in his Lucknowi style, “Sahib, what’s this life, huh? All fake and fleeting!” He threw in some dramatic curses too. I seized the moment, “Yo, Minder, you were eyeing my wife last night, what’s the scene?” He got a bit spooked but grinned in his drunken haze, “Sahib, your wife is a total stunner. Her ass made my heart race!”
I laughed, “For real, Minder? How big’s your dick, bro?” He burst out laughing, “Sahib, my cock’s a 9-inch black prince, take a look!” Right then, he needed to piss. He stumbled to some bushes, and I followed. When he unzipped and pulled out his cock, I was stunned. Thick, black, over 9 inches long. Even half-hard in his drunken state, it looked heavy and intimidating. I was thrilled inside—this was the cock to quench Shaila’s thirst.
From his talk, I learned Minder was a proper Lucknowi stud. He bragged about banging plenty of women back in Awadh, saying he’s got a thing for “women with thick asses.” I went for it, “Minder, tomorrow’s my wife’s birthday. If you fuck her with that black cock, it’ll make her birthday epic.” He smiled wide, “Sahib, your wish is my command. I’ll give your wife such pleasure, she’ll remember it forever!” I said, “Cool, tomorrow night’s the plan. Be ready, and take it slow.”
I didn’t tell Shaila anything. I wanted her birthday to be a total surprise. On her birthday night, I called Minder over. I told Shaila, “Babe, it’s your birthday, right? I’ve got a killer gift for you.” She laughed, “What’s the scene, Manas? Some diamond ring or a new lehenga?” I smirked, “Just chill, you’re gonna get a thrill you’ll never forget.” She gave me a side-eye, “You pulling some stunt again, bro?” I laughed it off, “Relax, babe, it’s gonna be a full-on banger.”
That night, I brought Shaila to the living room. I tied a black scarf over her eyes. She giggled, “What’s this nonsense, Manas? Where you dragging me in the dark, bro?” I said, “Shut up, Shaila. Your birthday gift’s ready.” I’d prepped Minder already. He stood in the living room, wearing just a lungi, his thick black cock peeking out. I positioned Shaila in front of him and guided her hand to his cock. The moment she touched it, she flinched. “Manas, what the hell is this? It’s so big…” I untied her blindfold. She saw Minder’s 9-inch black cock, fully erect. Her eyes popped, her breathing got heavy.
Shaila stammered, “Manas, what’s this scene? The chowkidar… and his cock?” I grinned, “Babe, this is your birthday gift, bro. Minder’s black cock is gonna quench your pussy’s thirst. Go wild, I’m chilling on the sofa to watch.” Shaila hesitated at first, but seeing Minder’s cock, her pussy got wet. Minder said in his Lucknowi drawl, “Sahib’s wife, why so scared? I’ll give your pussy such pleasure, you’ll never forget.”
I plopped onto the sofa, my dick already hard. Minder yanked off Shaila’s red nightie in one go. Her fair skin, full tits, and thick ass made his cock throb harder. He laid her on the bed and ripped off her bra and panties. Shaila was buck naked, her pussy glistening wet. Minder dove in, his tongue lapping at her pussy like a starving nawab at a feast. Shaila’s moans kicked in, “Ohh… Minder… lick it more… eat my pussy, bro!” Minder slurped up her juices, then lightly bit her clit. Shaila screamed, “Fuck… Minder… what you doing, man!”
Minder grabbed her tits with his rough hands and squeezed hard. Shaila yelped, “Ow… easy, Minder… that hurts!” He said, “Sahib’s wife, your tits are so juicy, squeezing them’s pure bliss!” He bit her nipples, then sucked them deep. Shaila was lost in lust, shoving her tits into his mouth, moaning, “Yeah… suck harder… eat my tits!” Minder squeezed one tit, sucked the other, making Shaila’s pussy drip.
He brought his cock to her mouth, “Come, madam, suck it. Show your strength!” Shaila grabbed it. His thick, black cock was too big for her hand. She licked the tip, then took it in her mouth. Minder’s cock hit her throat, making her gag. He held her head and thrust, “Yes, madam… suck it all… your mouth’s hotter than your pussy!” Shaila licked every inch, and Minder groaned, “Ohh… sahib’s wife… you suck better than Lucknow’s whores!”
Minder flipped her into doggy style. Her thick ass drove him wild. He spit on his finger and slid it into her asshole. Shaila screamed, “No, Minder… not there… I’ll die!” He said, “Madam, your ass is paradise! I’m fucking it today!” He slipped two fingers in, pumping them. Shaila’s moans mixed pain and pleasure, “Ohh… slow down… fuck!” Minder rubbed his cock on her pussy and slammed it in. Half went inside. Shaila shrieked, “Ohh… I’m done… it’s too big!” Minder pushed the rest in. Her wet pussy was tight but took it.
Minder pounded hard. Shaila’s ass jiggled with each thrust, her moans echoing, “Ohh… Minder… fuck harder… rip my pussy, bro!” Minder said, “Madam, your pussy’s heaven!” Her juices dripped, soaking the bed. I watched from the sofa, my dick straining in my pants. Minder fucked her for 20 minutes, then unloaded inside her pussy. Shaila came twice, her face glowing with pleasure.
He flipped her again, spitting on her ass. Shaila panicked, “No, Minder… not my ass!” He said, “Madam, your ass is better than your pussy. Let’s complete the birthday gift!” He lined his cock at her asshole and thrust. Half went in. Shaila screamed, tears in her eyes, “Ohh… stop… it hurts!” Minder eased in slowly, and her ass adjusted. She moaned, “Ohh… slow… it’ll tear!” He fucked her ass for 15 minutes, then came inside.
Shaila collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Minder licked her pussy and tits again, “Madam, how was the birthday gift?” Shaila smiled shyly, “Minder, you quenched my pussy and ass. This birthday was fucking epic, bro!” I saw that old spark in her eyes. Minder comes over weekly now, and Shaila fucks him to her heart’s content. I’m happy—my thirsty wife got her birthday gift: Minder’s black cock.