Captain Jack Sparrow
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Hello. My name is Sunil. I am 32 years old. And I recently caught my wife Komal being unfaithful to me in public when drunk. This is an honest story of that. It is a difficult but erotic story, friends.
I was nicely dressed and ready in the living room waiting for Komal to get ready before we headed out for our first night out in America. I kept waiting, knowing that she would look great.
Komal is younger than me at 25 years old and ours is an arranged marriage of 2 years. She is 5' 4" tall, and has a petite but curvy body with firm C cup boobs. She has that Kashmiri reddish dark brown thick shoulder length hair, and pretty light brown eyes. She always gets more than a look or two from men and also even women. Looks were a big reason I chose to marry her, besides her enthusiastic personality.
She came down the stairs wearing a strapless black tube top, leaving shoulders and her stomach bare, and a short red pleated skirt that went halfway to her knee. Total clubbing look. I approved. It had taken me a long time to convince her to dress like this.
We walked out of our house towards our new car. I hung out a little behind her just to get a look at her great ass as the skirt pleats bounced. Great view! I loved seeing her dressed in short clothes and the looks she got.
We went to a trendy bar. We had to pay a hefty cover charge. But the insides were nice. The cocktails were strong. Komal and I had a couple of drinks each and were nicely buzzed.
"Let's dance!" she said.
I joined her on the dance floor. And as she moved seductively to the music, I realized that I was not the only one staring at her. A lot of other men were also ogling her. Mentally undressing her.
That always got me really hot. Men lusting after her.
"Come with me." I whispered.
She obeyed.
We left the bar and I dragged her a couple of blocks away to a dark alley.
"Bend over!" I commanded!
"Naughty!" She giggled as she put her palms on the wall.
I slid her thong to a side and entered her. It was a quick exciting public fuck. Our first time. I came in a few minutes just as I could sense Komal getting worked up.
I hoped to last longer later in the night.
Little did I know that it would be much much later in the night that I got to fuck her again.
After the alley fuck, we tried to get back into the club but the line was too long.
I still didn't feel up to driving. I suggested walking along the riverside promenade which had a few benches and a couple of bar stands that sold beer and wine.
So we picked up a drink each from a stand and then strolled buzzed along the river.
At one point, there was an L bend under a bridge which was very dark. I pulled her towards me and we started making out. In doing so, I ended up spilling her drink as well as mine.
"Clumsy clumsy." She giggled.
I took stock of the situation. She was giggly and horny and just drunk enough that she might consent to outdoor sex, a big fantasy of mine!
The setting was perfect. A dark corner. No one as far as the eye could see. All I needed was to keep her drinking. And there was that bar stand just a 5 minute jog away.
"Stay here! I'll be back with fresh drinks!"
I kissed her.
"Okay be fast okay! I'm really horny!"
Oh wow, she was a step ahead of me.
I sprinted along the boardwalk and was almost out of breath by the time I reached the stand. There was a bit of a line.
It was almost twenty minutes by the time I had drinks and was returning to our old spot, hoping she was still in the mood.
Just as I reached the L bend and was about to turn, I paused.
Komal was clearly still in the mood. She was leaned against the railing, looking at fishes. But what caught my eye even more was that there a burly old white man standing a few feet away from her. Staring at her.
She seemed to have noticed him but was politely ignoring him.
Then I was shocked as I saw him take a few steps forward and fondle Komal under her skirt, touching her ass.
I was sure she would scream and slap him.
But my wife looked around and moaned. And I could see her lips move. As did his. But I couldn't hear what they were saying.
The old man then looked around. I was hidden in the shadows behind a tree. After making sure no one was around, I saw his hand go inside my wife's panties.
"Oh fuck yeah!" she happily chuckled and thrust back against his hand.
I had a drink in each hand and I was watching my wife get fondled and fingered by an old stranger and all I had by the way of reaction was a hard on and curiosity to see more.
I breathed very slowly to stay quiet, but the squelching of his fingers in her pussy and her moans would have drowned out my noises anyway.
Is this the woman I had married? A tramp who would let a stranger just feel her up?
At the same time, I was so hard, it hurt!
I was horny as well as angry.
I know I could have spoken up and stopped everything. But I wanted to see just how far she would go.
Where I stood, I could hear Komal'd breathing become heavier and a groan escaped her lips. I also saw her hips thrusting on the old man's hand. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching this scene but I saw no one else. I slowly looked back and the old man had stopped fingering Komal and was now standing straight behind her. His nose next to her ear.
For a few innocent moments, I had given my wife the benefit of the doubt that she thought it was me. But by now, it was clear that was not the case.
As I watched, the old man reached around with his right hand and squeezed Komal's left bob over her tube top. I heard her moan as he pinched her erect nipple through her top. He then reached out with his thumbs and lowered her tube top until her tits spilled out.
I expected her to protest. She giggled. He kissed her now and squeezed both her breasts. She thrust back against his crotch. He smiled and looked around again.
I again made the choice to wait and watch and see how far this woman could fall.
The old man then took a step back and pulled Komal's skirt back up and tucked it into the waist. Komal's round thonged ass cheeks came into clear view and I could clearly see as he slipped his fingers back between her pussy lips and continued to finger fuck her hard. And she started grunting again.
"My.... Husband...."
She said between his finger thrusts. Oh, finally she remembered me.
"I'm watching the boardwalk." He grunted.
The old man was now rapidly pistoning two fingers in her pussy and she was starting to get extra worked up. And it wasn't a surprise when she suddenly let out a squeak and tightened. Like she did when she had an orgasm.
"You came didn't you?" he happily asked.
"Yes!"
"Want it inside you?"
"Please!"
My heart broke at the sincerity with which she begged him for his cock. This perfect stranger.
I was nicely dressed and ready in the living room waiting for Komal to get ready before we headed out for our first night out in America. I kept waiting, knowing that she would look great.
Komal is younger than me at 25 years old and ours is an arranged marriage of 2 years. She is 5' 4" tall, and has a petite but curvy body with firm C cup boobs. She has that Kashmiri reddish dark brown thick shoulder length hair, and pretty light brown eyes. She always gets more than a look or two from men and also even women. Looks were a big reason I chose to marry her, besides her enthusiastic personality.
She came down the stairs wearing a strapless black tube top, leaving shoulders and her stomach bare, and a short red pleated skirt that went halfway to her knee. Total clubbing look. I approved. It had taken me a long time to convince her to dress like this.
We walked out of our house towards our new car. I hung out a little behind her just to get a look at her great ass as the skirt pleats bounced. Great view! I loved seeing her dressed in short clothes and the looks she got.
We went to a trendy bar. We had to pay a hefty cover charge. But the insides were nice. The cocktails were strong. Komal and I had a couple of drinks each and were nicely buzzed.
"Let's dance!" she said.
I joined her on the dance floor. And as she moved seductively to the music, I realized that I was not the only one staring at her. A lot of other men were also ogling her. Mentally undressing her.
That always got me really hot. Men lusting after her.
"Come with me." I whispered.
She obeyed.
We left the bar and I dragged her a couple of blocks away to a dark alley.
"Bend over!" I commanded!
"Naughty!" She giggled as she put her palms on the wall.
I slid her thong to a side and entered her. It was a quick exciting public fuck. Our first time. I came in a few minutes just as I could sense Komal getting worked up.
I hoped to last longer later in the night.
Little did I know that it would be much much later in the night that I got to fuck her again.
After the alley fuck, we tried to get back into the club but the line was too long.
I still didn't feel up to driving. I suggested walking along the riverside promenade which had a few benches and a couple of bar stands that sold beer and wine.
So we picked up a drink each from a stand and then strolled buzzed along the river.
At one point, there was an L bend under a bridge which was very dark. I pulled her towards me and we started making out. In doing so, I ended up spilling her drink as well as mine.
"Clumsy clumsy." She giggled.
I took stock of the situation. She was giggly and horny and just drunk enough that she might consent to outdoor sex, a big fantasy of mine!
The setting was perfect. A dark corner. No one as far as the eye could see. All I needed was to keep her drinking. And there was that bar stand just a 5 minute jog away.
"Stay here! I'll be back with fresh drinks!"
I kissed her.
"Okay be fast okay! I'm really horny!"
Oh wow, she was a step ahead of me.
I sprinted along the boardwalk and was almost out of breath by the time I reached the stand. There was a bit of a line.
It was almost twenty minutes by the time I had drinks and was returning to our old spot, hoping she was still in the mood.
Just as I reached the L bend and was about to turn, I paused.
Komal was clearly still in the mood. She was leaned against the railing, looking at fishes. But what caught my eye even more was that there a burly old white man standing a few feet away from her. Staring at her.
She seemed to have noticed him but was politely ignoring him.
Then I was shocked as I saw him take a few steps forward and fondle Komal under her skirt, touching her ass.
I was sure she would scream and slap him.
But my wife looked around and moaned. And I could see her lips move. As did his. But I couldn't hear what they were saying.
The old man then looked around. I was hidden in the shadows behind a tree. After making sure no one was around, I saw his hand go inside my wife's panties.
"Oh fuck yeah!" she happily chuckled and thrust back against his hand.
I had a drink in each hand and I was watching my wife get fondled and fingered by an old stranger and all I had by the way of reaction was a hard on and curiosity to see more.
I breathed very slowly to stay quiet, but the squelching of his fingers in her pussy and her moans would have drowned out my noises anyway.
Is this the woman I had married? A tramp who would let a stranger just feel her up?
At the same time, I was so hard, it hurt!
I was horny as well as angry.
I know I could have spoken up and stopped everything. But I wanted to see just how far she would go.
Where I stood, I could hear Komal'd breathing become heavier and a groan escaped her lips. I also saw her hips thrusting on the old man's hand. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching this scene but I saw no one else. I slowly looked back and the old man had stopped fingering Komal and was now standing straight behind her. His nose next to her ear.
For a few innocent moments, I had given my wife the benefit of the doubt that she thought it was me. But by now, it was clear that was not the case.
As I watched, the old man reached around with his right hand and squeezed Komal's left bob over her tube top. I heard her moan as he pinched her erect nipple through her top. He then reached out with his thumbs and lowered her tube top until her tits spilled out.
I expected her to protest. She giggled. He kissed her now and squeezed both her breasts. She thrust back against his crotch. He smiled and looked around again.
I again made the choice to wait and watch and see how far this woman could fall.
The old man then took a step back and pulled Komal's skirt back up and tucked it into the waist. Komal's round thonged ass cheeks came into clear view and I could clearly see as he slipped his fingers back between her pussy lips and continued to finger fuck her hard. And she started grunting again.
"My.... Husband...."
She said between his finger thrusts. Oh, finally she remembered me.
"I'm watching the boardwalk." He grunted.
The old man was now rapidly pistoning two fingers in her pussy and she was starting to get extra worked up. And it wasn't a surprise when she suddenly let out a squeak and tightened. Like she did when she had an orgasm.
"You came didn't you?" he happily asked.
"Yes!"
"Want it inside you?"
"Please!"
My heart broke at the sincerity with which she begged him for his cock. This perfect stranger.
