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

[slutindianwife]

Nisha laughs.
“Well, I need to ask my hubby about that.”

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

Both guys look at me.
I say,
“Well it’s your bday guys, I don’t want to spoil your fun.”
I am rock hard as I say that.

 

[slutindianwife]

“Well who’s first?” Nisha chimes.

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

Akram: Toss.
Wasim pulls out a coin.
Akram: Heads.
Heads it is.

 

[slutindianwife]

“Hunny can you dim the lights a bit and put on soft, slow music?”

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

I put on soft music from the stereo we have near the bed.
Then I dim the lights.
One can just barely see each other now.
I hear Nisha’s high heels on the floor.
She giggles.

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

I see the shape of Akram holding my wife below the waist and dancing.
Then he starts French kissing her.
I see her kiss him back.

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

I see him grab her ass with both hands.
She removes his hands.
I hear Wasim moan: Fukkkkkkk!

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

I hear Wasim spank her ass, hard!
THakkkkkkkkkkkk!!

 

[slutindianwife]

Nisha moans…
Ahhhh fukkkkk, not so hard!

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

Akram: I luv the way you moaned and said Fukkk!
Wasim: Wahhhh, What a sexy bitch!

 

[slutindianwife]

“If you do it again, I’ll probably say it again.” Giggles.

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

I hear Akram say: Your fuckin ass is so sexy.
Then he grabs her ass with both his hands, squeezing it hard.
Nisha does not remove his hands now.
He spanks her ass hard again….
Thakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
I hear my wife moan out aloud…
“Ahhhhhhhhhh fukkkkkkkkk…”

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

Wasim: Fukkk, what a horny slut.
My turn now Akram.

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

I see Wasim walk up to them.
Akram leaves.
Wasim grabs my wife, holding her ass in both his hands.

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

Wasim: What an ass you have.
And you love to be spanked.
He slaps her ass hard.
Thhhhaaakkkkk!

 

[slutindianwife]

“Ahhhhhhhhh fukkkkkkk!”

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

My cock is throbbing.
Wasim kisses Nisha.
Nisha kisses him back.
Her cell rings.
She pulls away and comes to the table where her cell is.

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

She sees the number and cuts the line.
Akram is in front of her, by my side.
Wasim is behind her.
I switch the lights on.

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

Wasim suddenly says: Who is Darsh?

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

The next day, Nisha was rushing to get dressed for work. It was 5 minutes to 12 noon.
Her company car was already waiting.
She had got up at 1130 and had not even had lunch.
She was tired.
Hurriedly she pulled on her panties.

https://i.imgur.com/phiJWnT.jpg

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

Her shift started at 2 PM and ended at 12 in the night.
The company cab was honking.
Nisha pouted: “Fukin choot!”
I was stunned, Nisha never used to give bad words like this.

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

Hurriedly she slipped into her chudidar and put on her makeup. She grabbed her handbag and cell, pecked me on the cheek.
Bye she said and hurried to the waiting cab.

https://i.imgur.com/S9iPQa4.jpg

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

I watched the cab pull away. She would be home at 2 in the night.
I went to our bedroom, pulled down my shorts, took the cell on which I had taken pix last night.
I was rock hard.
I began stroking myself, thinking of the events of last night!

 

[CuckIndianHubby]

Wasim suddenly said, “Who is Darsh?”
Nisha and I were stunned.
It was her fault, for the dress she had worn.
Nisha and I looked at each other.