The Making Of A Married Slut (Closed for slutindianwife and DaBigBaadWolff)

[slutindianwife]

“Ahhhhhh ahhh kya kar rahe ho??
Chodo mat chodo mat!”
Ahhh what are you doing?
Don’t fuck don’t fuck

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

WTF??
He was fucking her here?
In the open??
Just like that??

 

[slutindianwife]

“Baad mein, bistar pein…
Ahhhhhhh ahhhhhh kya bada mota lund hai tera!”
Later, on the bed!
Ohhh what a big thick cock you have!

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

“Wahhhhh gya garam choot hai tere.
Lagta hai mera loda isme ghar banadega.”
What a hot cunt you have.
I think my dick has found a house here!

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

Akrams’ cell rings.
He is still shagging.
He ignores it.
It rings again.
He picks it up.
He talks for less than 30 seconds and says:
“Wasim, there is an emergency, we have to leave at once!”

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

I hear that and deliberately switch on the lights.
I am stunned to see Wasim kissing my wife’s neck, his hands rubbing her erect nipples.
She holding his head.
His jeans down.
Him behind her, half of his cock buried in her cunt!

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

Wasim seems not to have heard.
He slaps Nisha’s ass really hard.
THAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
She moans…..
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh choddddddd….”
Ahhhhhhhhh fukkkkkkkkkk
He thrusts his massive cock inside her cunt.
She moans….
“Ahhhh choddd choddd mujhe!”
Fukkkk me fukkk me!

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

Akram runs up to Wasim and whispers in his ear.
Wasim pulls Nisha’s hair hard.
And thrusts his cock in and out of her cunt hard.

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

“Ahhhhhhhh fukkkk fuk fuk meeeeeeee fukkkkkk.” Nisha screams.

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

Akram whispers to Wasim again.
Wasim pulls his massive dick out of my wife’s cunt.
He slaps her ass..
THAKKKKKKKKKKKKK

 

[slutindianwife]

Nisha screams…
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...”

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

Wasim: Sorry Nisha, we gotta go.
Akram: Yes babe, sorry!

 

[slutindianwife]

“Huhhh??” Kya huaa?”
What happened?

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

Wasim grabs Nisha’s ass.
Kisses her mouth hard.
“Sorry babe, we need to go, an emergency!”
THWAKKKKKK

 

[slutindianwife]

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

Wasim and Akram start rushing away downstairs.
Nisha goes after them, naked.
I say,
“Nisha, your skirt??”

 

[slutindianwife]

“Ohhh thanks hubby, it got loose and fell off while dancing.” She smiles and runs down, putting her skirt on, but still topless.

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

I am shocked at the way she lied about her skirt.
And shocked how she was running down, naked, after the two!

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

I see her and the two guys walk to the gate of our house and open it.
They stand near their bikes.
Wasim grabs her and hugs her, rubbing her ass.
Then French kissing her.

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

My dick grows hard as I see Akram get behind her, kiss her neck and grab her boobs.
Wasim is now deeply Frenching her.
I hear her moans…
“Ohhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ohhhhh…”

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

Wasim slaps her ass hard….
THAKKKKKKKKK
I hear her shout:
“Ooooouuuuuchhhhhh…”
I see Wasim jump on his bike.
Akram moves in front of her, starts kissing her mouth.
Then grabs her ass.
They both kiss.
He slaps her ass.
THWAAKKKKKKK.
“Ahhhhhhhh…”
He jumps on the bike.
They wave to her, she waves back.
They go away.

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

Nisha has not even entered our gate, when a bike pulls up.
Her naked boobs are caught in the glare of the bikes headlights.
The lights are dimmed.
I see a guy on the bike.
NISHA LAUGHS.
He laughs back.
They talk for awhile.
The bike goes off.
Nisha walks in.
Closes the gate.

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

“Who was that babe?” I ask.

 

[slutindianwife]

“Remember last night when Darsh fucked me and I walked in naked?
The two guys from the adjacent bungalow see me?
He’s one of them!”

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

“Ohhh..” I said, shocked how casually she said it.
And how she did not mind him seeing her almost naked again.