“Go to the bedroom and close the door.”
She still had her bra on. I thought she would put the rest of the clothes back on. But instead, she took it off while running to the bathroom.
There, Bela quickly stepped under the shower for a few seconds. Meanwhile, Asha was still banging on the door and yelling.
Moving with unusual grace and speed for a woman who was until recently very shy and orthodox, she reached for a towel, wrapped it around herself and ran to the door.
“Arre Asha Didi, I’m fine.” she flashed a smile.
“We heard screams!”
In walked Asha. And with her, 18 year old Abhi, whose eyes grew big seeing my curvy wife in just a towel.
“I was doing some hard exercises with headphones on, so might have been a bit loud. And then I was taking a shower.”
Bela did not seem to be at all conscious about the young man ogling her barely covered, sweaty, just fucked body. It was Asha who finally snapped at her son,
“Abhi, go home.”
“Yes, yes, ma.” He threw his father’s mistress one last look and walked away.
“So everything is okay?”
“Yes Didi, everything is fine.” Bela sincerely said, beginning to close the door.
Asha turned to go when she paused. And she sniffed. I was sure Bela was reeking of sex, even with the quick shower. Asha opened her mouth as if to say something but then walked away.
Bela walked to the bedroom where Jagan had made himself at home on the bed.
“I had no idea you were this loud, memsaab.” he said, stroking his cock.
It was true that Bela had gotten louder and louder in bed since I started these games with her. For a long time, we and Shyam were the only ones within earshot, so she could holler through orgasms as much as she wanted.
But with Asha’s arrival, Bela was finding her slut wife lifestyle suddenly cramped. Shyam, her regular lover on the side, could no longer come and fuck her during the daytime. And when Jagan had come along to give her starved cunt some big dick relief, Asha had shown up with her son in tow.
However, my wife seemed determined to make this day count. She dropped the towel as she got on the bed. With a quick reach behind her back, she unhooked her bra, making her big tits flop out. Jagan nodded in delight.
Bela got between his legs, the way I liked, and opened her mouth to take his thick knob in her mouth. This was something I had trained into her. One of my “rules” in bed for her was that before my dick went into her cunt, she had to take it in her mouth for a few minutes. Even when we changed positions, in between, she had gotten used to hungrily sucking my cock. She also did it for Shyam. And now this guy.
“Oh, memsaab!” Jagan happily moaned, playing with her ass as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and sucked the thick knob.
After two minutes of this, Bela sat up, wiped her lips, and simply said,
“How do you want me?”
Jagan laughed happily at her obedience and played with her boobs as he got on his knees. Her nipples were fully erect.
My driver, with the ease of a wrestler, flipped her over.
“Wear a condom.” Bela said, reaching for the nightstand where she kept the ones Shyam used.
“I told you, I don’t do condoms.” He said and pulled her on her knees in front of him.
Bela looked at the camera and gave a small shrug, as if to say, hey, I tried.
“Trust me, memsaab, I will pull out in time. I want to cum in your mouth anyway.”
That seemed to satisfy Bela because she arched her back and thrust her butt out, showing her opening.
Jagan put one hand on her ass, another on her waist, and pulled her closer to his dick. His thick shaft slipped back inside her waiting and frequently pounded cunt.
” Uhmmmmmm.” Bela moaned happily.
Watching Jagan, it was obvious that he wasn’t inexperienced like Shyam. He kept his hands grabbing her hips. Started off humping her slow. Increasing the pace until she got more and more worked up.
He pushed her down so her face was on the bed and then suddenly switched to top gear, hammering her hard, making her holler. If Bela worried about Asha hearing her again, she didn’t show it. I saw him push his thumb against her asshole and this made my wife scream even louder in pleasure. I could tell that she was close to another huge orgasm.
That’s when there was a knock on the door of my office instead. I minimized the window and said come in. It was Shyam interrupting me like his wife had interrupted my wife.
“Sir, those new suppliers are in the conference room.”
“Oh right. I’ll be there in a second.”
It was not a meeting I could avoid or postpone. So with one last look at the naked bent over form of my wife being pounded on my bed by my driver in the middle of the day, I got up and left. I had to hold a file folder in front of me to hide the erection.
Those meetings usually lasted for an hour at least. And required my active participation. That day I was very distracted. But also focused on ending the meeting early. It still took half an hour.
So I was surprised to see, when I came back and hastily opened the window, that Jagan was still going. That was impressive staying power. He was still on top of my wife, who was now propped up on pillows under her stomach. I noticed that he was fucking her in slower strokes than before. As I reached for my headphones, I got the feeling that something seemed off about how they were fucking.
And with the audio on, that feeling deepened.
“OUIIIIII YAAA OUIIIIII YAAAH!!!”
Bela was screaming in ways I had never heard before, and in rhythm with his slow strokes. One hand of his was between them. Was that what was different? As I kept wondering, he changed positions.