How My Servant Fucked My Wife by LordHorn
All credit to original author.
This is the story of me catching my wife with our servant Rama. It is by pure chance that this event happened before my eyes. It is only after I observed it that I came to the conclusion that I really like to see my wife being fucked by my servant. So here it is without further ado my story of my wife and our servant.
Rama was a tall man, with muscular chest. My wife was in her 30s, with a full, ripe body, with hanging breasts. Her buttocks were huge and round. She wore her sari in a fashion way below her navel. Her blouse was often low-cut causing her massive breasts to be spilled over outwards.
I still remember that hot sunny afternoon. Rama was cleaning the room. He had short pants on. But he was naked from the waist up. His black body full of hair was sweating deeply. I was asleep in another room and my wife was making food for us in the kitchen. I distinctly remember feeling thirsty and waking up to have a drink. What I saw shocked me beyond belief. My wife had just washed the clothes. Her petticoat was tied up to her waist exposing her white thighs from the front. In the haste to cook food, she had been very careless with the way she had tied a sari. Her pallu was very carelessly dropped to the side. It exposed her sweaty breasts. The sweat ran off her in wet riviulets and disappeared into the deep cavern of her cleavage. Her armpits were wet with a sweat and the mangalsutra was been deep between her sweaty globes.
Rama was swabbing the floor just beneath the feet. I could see him staring out of the corner of his eye, at my wife's white thighs. What my wife did next, was unbelievable. She raised her right leg and put it on top of the stool. This gave Rama a clear look at her heavenly delights. My wife does not wear panties. She's from a very old-fashioned family. This meant that her heavy, very hairy vagina was clearly visible to Rama. Rama dropped the cloth and stood upright. My wife turned towards him but did not look at him directly in the eyes. I guess she was waiting for him to make the first move. All the while I was watching this with the incredulous belief. I never suspected that my wife would be lusting after our servant. When Rama turned towards my wife, I could see his penis within his shorts. His erect penis had made a tent out of his shorts. Judging from the massive lump, I could gauge the Rama's penis was very huge.
My wife dropped her pallu, raised her arms to encircle Rama. I could see her soft and tender breasts getting crushed against his manly chest. Her blouse immediately became wet when Rama's sweat transferred from his chest to her breasts, making her blouse wet. Rama picked up my wife’s chin and put his black, cracked lips on her wet and shiny lips. I could see Rama pushing his tongue deep inside my wife's throat. My wife encircled his back, unmindful of the sweat Rama was covered in. Ensuring that their lips did not seperate, Rama reached one hand towards my wife's breasts. He began squeezing the breasts without removing the blouse. I could clearly see patches of Rama's hand form on her blouse and both nipples becoming erect. All the time Rama's mouth was fixed on my wife's, sucking her lips and squeezing her boobs.
Rama's thigh’s were like Grecian columns. Thick, and well-defined. They touched my wife's soft, white thighs and their sweat flowed freely on her. Still without unlocking his lips, Rama brought both his hands on my wife's blouse and pulled very roughly. The buttons came flying off and my wife's heavy and pendulous breasts, finally swung free. It is only then that Rama disengaged from my wife's lips and bent on his knees to take her nipple in his mouth. My wife stared up at the ceiling and moaned from her mouth as Rama roughly began chewing on her coin sized nipples. I could see the nipples grow red and angry at the simulation that they were receiving. My wife began moving her fingers through Rama's head as Rama suckled on my wife's nipples like a hungry calf.
As the Rama continued to suck on my wife's nipples, his right hand reached below her thighs and lifted one of the thighs on the stool. Using two fingers he straightaway push them into my wife's exposed mound of pleasure. My wife groaned audibly as the fingers penetrated her deep and spread her sticky labia. I could see the wetness ooze out of my wife's canal and make Rama's fingers slick. My wife was throwing her head from side to side as Rama pushed his fingers in deep then removed them to the very fingernails and then pushed again.
All credit to original author.
This is the story of me catching my wife with our servant Rama. It is by pure chance that this event happened before my eyes. It is only after I observed it that I came to the conclusion that I really like to see my wife being fucked by my servant. So here it is without further ado my story of my wife and our servant.
Rama was a tall man, with muscular chest. My wife was in her 30s, with a full, ripe body, with hanging breasts. Her buttocks were huge and round. She wore her sari in a fashion way below her navel. Her blouse was often low-cut causing her massive breasts to be spilled over outwards.
I still remember that hot sunny afternoon. Rama was cleaning the room. He had short pants on. But he was naked from the waist up. His black body full of hair was sweating deeply. I was asleep in another room and my wife was making food for us in the kitchen. I distinctly remember feeling thirsty and waking up to have a drink. What I saw shocked me beyond belief. My wife had just washed the clothes. Her petticoat was tied up to her waist exposing her white thighs from the front. In the haste to cook food, she had been very careless with the way she had tied a sari. Her pallu was very carelessly dropped to the side. It exposed her sweaty breasts. The sweat ran off her in wet riviulets and disappeared into the deep cavern of her cleavage. Her armpits were wet with a sweat and the mangalsutra was been deep between her sweaty globes.
Rama was swabbing the floor just beneath the feet. I could see him staring out of the corner of his eye, at my wife's white thighs. What my wife did next, was unbelievable. She raised her right leg and put it on top of the stool. This gave Rama a clear look at her heavenly delights. My wife does not wear panties. She's from a very old-fashioned family. This meant that her heavy, very hairy vagina was clearly visible to Rama. Rama dropped the cloth and stood upright. My wife turned towards him but did not look at him directly in the eyes. I guess she was waiting for him to make the first move. All the while I was watching this with the incredulous belief. I never suspected that my wife would be lusting after our servant. When Rama turned towards my wife, I could see his penis within his shorts. His erect penis had made a tent out of his shorts. Judging from the massive lump, I could gauge the Rama's penis was very huge.
My wife dropped her pallu, raised her arms to encircle Rama. I could see her soft and tender breasts getting crushed against his manly chest. Her blouse immediately became wet when Rama's sweat transferred from his chest to her breasts, making her blouse wet. Rama picked up my wife’s chin and put his black, cracked lips on her wet and shiny lips. I could see Rama pushing his tongue deep inside my wife's throat. My wife encircled his back, unmindful of the sweat Rama was covered in. Ensuring that their lips did not seperate, Rama reached one hand towards my wife's breasts. He began squeezing the breasts without removing the blouse. I could clearly see patches of Rama's hand form on her blouse and both nipples becoming erect. All the time Rama's mouth was fixed on my wife's, sucking her lips and squeezing her boobs.
Rama's thigh’s were like Grecian columns. Thick, and well-defined. They touched my wife's soft, white thighs and their sweat flowed freely on her. Still without unlocking his lips, Rama brought both his hands on my wife's blouse and pulled very roughly. The buttons came flying off and my wife's heavy and pendulous breasts, finally swung free. It is only then that Rama disengaged from my wife's lips and bent on his knees to take her nipple in his mouth. My wife stared up at the ceiling and moaned from her mouth as Rama roughly began chewing on her coin sized nipples. I could see the nipples grow red and angry at the simulation that they were receiving. My wife began moving her fingers through Rama's head as Rama suckled on my wife's nipples like a hungry calf.
As the Rama continued to suck on my wife's nipples, his right hand reached below her thighs and lifted one of the thighs on the stool. Using two fingers he straightaway push them into my wife's exposed mound of pleasure. My wife groaned audibly as the fingers penetrated her deep and spread her sticky labia. I could see the wetness ooze out of my wife's canal and make Rama's fingers slick. My wife was throwing her head from side to side as Rama pushed his fingers in deep then removed them to the very fingernails and then pushed again.
