My name is Arijit, and I am 42 years old. My wife's name is Soma, and she is 39 years old. Our family consists of two children. In this story, I'll tell you about how my wife granted my want to see her have sex with another man in 2019. In fact, over the course of a year, I liked seeing her being fucked by many men on various occasions. According to my wife, the first time she cheated me by having sex with someone else without my knowledge. She had no idea that I had seen and appreciated it.
Following that, certain events occurred, the second of which occurred right in front of me in the same room as an African family friend Chima, a nigro. That assisted me in obtaining a large contact in my firm, which would result in a significant profit, as well as a leisure vacation to the United States for myself and my wife. My wife was enjoyed by not only Chima but also a couple of his friends. Soma was also content in their company. Those are the items I'll go through in the next section. Let me start with the first occurrence. Soma, my wife, is still incredibly attractive at the age of 37, despite having two children, and any normal man would want to have sex with her if given the chance. Furthermore, my wife is a seductive and sexy woman who adores sex. In fact, she still enjoys seeing blue films.
A peculiar urge formed for me two years ago, as it does for many men. I wanted to see my wife having sex with someone else. I didn't have the courage to inform my wife about it. However, as this urge faded, I lost interest in sex and only had sex with my wife on few occasions, failing to satisfy my attractive wife. It just so happened that one of her uncles' 80th birthday was being celebrated in her hometown, and we decided to go, leaving our children with my sister. My wife wanted to stay for two more days after the celebration because it was her hometown. Except for two of us, all of our other family had left. We stayed in one of her uncle's two out-of-town properties. The other was unoccupied. Her uncle had a Mangal, a middle-aged chef. He should be in his fifties at this point. I was told that his family lives in a nearby village, and that he visits them on occasion. I noticed him staring at my wife with a crazed and lustful expression. The next day, I developed a fever and was confined to my bed. My wife's uncle and aunt had to travel to a distant shrine. They left early in the morning and wouldn't arrive until late at night. Suddenly, it occurred to me that the eager cook might seduce my sexy wife, and that is exactly what happened.
Soma urged me to rest after giving me my break fast. She explained that she needed to talk to the cook regarding lunch and the evening Tiffin. She then walked away. I was glancing out the window at the scene. Standing on the back side of the home, my wife and the cook, Mangal, were conversing. I noticed the cook's hands going down on his thighs after five minutes. I couldn't make out much at first when the cook was showing me his backside. Mangal, on the other hand, was elevating one side of his dhoti and his underwear. He's flashing his cock to my wife, I've deduced. My wife took a few steps closer to Mangal after taking a glance around. She began talking to him while keeping her hands on his shoulder. Her hands indicated the vacant building and the one where we were staying. I noticed the cook nodding and closing his dhoti.
My wife then went inside and handed Mangal the key. Mangal entered the empty building, opened the door with the key, and walked in. The cook then reopened the back door and proceeded to the front door, which he locked. He entered the building through the back entrance, nodding to my wife. I was aware of their strategy. My wife will use the rear door to enter the house. No one will suspect anything because the house is locked.
My wife then came to my residence and inquired about my whereabouts. When I told her I was feeling better, she asked if I could manage for an hour on my own since she wanted to see one of her former classmates. I knew she was lying and was relieved to discover it. I gave my permission. I noticed my wife leave the house at first, but she returned within three minutes. I was watching her from a different vantage point than usual. My wife's gaze was drawn to the window where I would normally be observing as she walked towards the empty building. Then I noticed her disappearing behind the building. I was able to descend. I went to the building and circled it like a cat. I overheard some whispers in another room. Despite the fact that the windows were closed, I saw a little hole created by insects in one of the wooden panels. I peered through the hole and was relieved to see that there was an excellent view.
My wife and the cook were both standing against a wall. Mangal took a step back and placed his hands on my wife's shoulders. The cook's hands were running round and round on my wife's shoulder and neck, and I could see it. He was pressing his front below his hips on my wife's buttocks at the same time, and my wife was pushing her ass back with her eyes closed, obviously signaling that she appreciated the cook's bulge between his legs working on her ass.
The top of my wife's sari began to come down, and the cook began massaging her breasts by slowly putting his hands into the gap between her blouse and the top of her sari. My wife's tight shirt bulged out even more as the cook fondled her large breasts roughly. He retracted his hands once my wife said something. My wife began by removing her saree. Then I unbuttoned a few buttons on the blouse and lifted it, as well as the bra. Mangal removed his dhoti and was only wearing underwear. On his underwear, I noticed a large bulge between his thighs. He walked over to my wife and put his mouth on her right breast while his hand rested on her left. Mangal began licking my wife's right breast while squeezing and fondling her left breast with his hands. My wife was slowly caressing the cook's head with her hand, her eyes closed in ecstasy. The cook played with my wife's breasts for over three minutes, fondling, massaging, and licking her stiff nipples. The cook's hands then moved to the backside of my wife's petticoat. Slowly, he began to lift her petticoat. Mangal's underwear had a tent-like bulge between his thighs.My wife's petticoat was up much above her knees on the backside. My wife's meaty ass was touched by the cook's hand. Mangal then began squeezing the skin on my wife's ass while forcing the large bulge on his front between her thighs, keeping his face on her neck. My wife was quietly groaning and spreading her thighs when I heard her. The cook's hands then moved to the front side, elevating the petticoat as well. Mangal's enormous bulge was now directly stroking my wife's cunt. My wife's hands reached down and yanked Mangal's underwear off, stripping him bare. It was then that I realized why my wife had reacted so quickly half an hour earlier when he lifted his dhoti and exposed his cock. My wife was aroused and wet because of Mangal's cock's size and strength, and she wanted to be fucked by him.
Above his hips, the cook Mangal was 50 years old, but below his hips, things were different. His brown cock appeared to be large and powerful. It should have been at least 8" long and thick. Both in length and thickness, it is clearly considerably larger than mine. My sexy wife was overjoyed to see a cock that was significantly larger and stronger than her husband's. My wife put her hands on the cook's enormous cock and began stroking it, muttering in delight. At the same time, the cook rubbed my wife's virginal lips and clitoris with his hand on her cunt. On heat, my wife was a bitch. Then they both decided to go for broke and took their hands away from each other. My wife sat on the floor, her petticoat pulled up to her waist. She then spread her legs out and bended them at the knees. My wife's clean-shaven cunt appeared like two jackfruit loaves sandwiched between her thick thighs.Between my wife's thighs, the cook sat naked. My wife was holding his massively erected cock. Her hand massaged its head a couple times on her cunt.
My wife then nodded as he placed his cock in front of her fuck hole. The cook pushed hard and slid his entire enormous cock into my wife's cunt in one rapid motion. Mangal, the cook, started banging my wife. He began by gently inserting his cock into her cunt and then slowly withdrawing it out. After putting his lengthy cock deep into my wife's juicy cunt, the cook would wait a few seconds before pulling out. For a few strokes, this process continued. Both of them became enthused after that, and his fucking speed increased. Mangal's enormous cock thrusting as deep as possible inside my wife's cunt reacted to my wife's moaning in pleasure by raising her ass up and down. When the speed was high, the action lasted around 15 minutes. My wife was muttering and shaking her head in delight.Mangal suddenly gave a violent shove, his cock buried inside my wife's cunt, with a huge grunt. I had a feeling he was nearing the end. When the cook shut his eyes, he landed on top of his wife. His cock is spilling the load into her cunt, I understood. My wife, who was having a nervous breakdown, was moaning and whimpering the entire time. The cook then rose his hips one last time, his cock slamming into my wife's cunt. Then he closed his eyes and waited for his cock to release the last drop of blood into my wife's cunt.Both of them were completely fatigued and clung to each other for two minutes before parting.
After that, they cleaned up and dressed up. I exited the building and returned to my residence. I first noticed my wife coming out of the house and opening the front door. My wife began heading towards my residence after keeping the key close. The cook, Mangal, then exited, shut the front door, and returned to the main house. When my wife came in, I was lying on the bed. "Did you meet your old friend?" I inquired. "Yes, Arijit," my wife replied. I had a one-hour blissful period. "How are you doing these days?" "I had a good time because you had a good time," I told my wife. My wife smiled and walked out to get my lunch, though she was perplexed since she didn't understand what I was saying.At that time I made the decision to put my wife to better use.
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