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Keshav came home around 11 AM. I welcomed him with lots of kisses. “Looks like someone’s in a good mood,” he said. “I missed you so much, baby,” I lied. My good mood was due to the last night’s one-night stand.
He was happy too when he arrived home, but that was because of his meeting. He informed me he had to go to a village in Africa. The job was to build houses for those tribal people living there. “It is said that the villagers could be…” he paused to look at my reaction. I was intimidated, of course.
“Well, they could behave inappropriately sometimes. They have probably never seen a white woman in their whole life. I have been specifically advised that leaving your wife at home would not be a bad choice,” he said.
“Oh no, but I have to be there to take care of my dear husband,” I said.
“That’s exactly what I told them.”
“And, of course, the chance of getting a few BBCs is only a bonus,” I said.
“Of course,” he replied.
“So, when are we going?” I asked curiously.
“Tomorrow night, if things work out tonight,” he said.
“What’s tonight?” I asked.
“Well, my boss said he’d visit us to verify our family is fit to travel there,” he said. But I knew he was hiding something.
“Has he seen me?” I asked.
“Yes, he was at our wedding, and the reason for his visit might be…”
“I know,” I told Keshav. I couldn’t believe Keshav just gave the green light to his boss to fuck me. But if that’s what he wants, I better put on a good show for him.
“Right in front of you?” I asked him.
“I’d assume he would try to do it without my knowledge.”
“But how?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked
“Give him the best fuck of his life,” my husband replied.
My dear husband has gotten a taste of being a cuckold, and I don’t think it will ever stop. But at the same time, I was enjoying all this as well. So why spoil the party?
I wore a black back zip dress that ended right above my knee. It was tight, and I wanted it that way to flaunt my boobs and curves. I wheeled Keshav out to the front door after we heard the bell. Keshav insisted on welcoming his boss. He was a tall man, very much taller than me.
He looked like he was in his early 50s. He wore an expensive suit, of course. He had wrinkles on his face and was a little bit skinny. “Ananya, Murali sir. Murali sir, this is Ananya,” Keshav introduced us, and we shook hands. He handed me a bouquet and kissed my cheeks as we welcomed him in.
He had bought a bottle of wine for us, which he handed me. I put the bouquet and wine bottle in the kitchen and served him food. I didn’t know if I should start being a slut straight away or wait for him to make his move. It was all quiet till now.
“So Keshav tells me you have no problems going to this village with him,” Murali said.
“Yes, sir,” I nodded.
“You must think of me as some strict asshole who likes to torture his employees for assigning such tasks to your recovering husband. But trust me; I’m only doing this because this project needs Keshav’s talents,” he said with a smile.
I smiled back too. “I understand, sir, and it’s alright too. I’ll be with him the whole time,” I replied.
“I see nothing can change your mind, so let’s celebrate this moment. My star employee is finally back to work,” he said. He took the bottle of wine and poured it only into Keshav’s glass. “It’s your night, Keshav. So we have to make sure you are the drunkest in the house tonight,” he told him.
Keshav smiled and drank the whole glass, only for Murali to pour him one more. Keshav was a bit hesitant but still drank it. “The last one. For now, of course,” Murali said and poured him one more. Keshav was a bit drunk. I can see his eyes get all red already.
“Enjoy the night, Keshav. You should be the happiest person in the world now,” Murali said.
“Of course I am, sir, I got a big project, and my dick started working. I’m married to the biggest slut in the whole world!” he shouted the last line in excitement.
“Keshav!” I gripped his thighs, biting my teeth. I suddenly felt an arm over my shoulder, Murali’s arm. He had got up from the seat opposite me to the one on my left.
“Don’t worry about him, Ananya. I added a little magic potion that might get him a little horny,” he whispered to my ears. “So tell me, how big of a slut is Ananya,” Murali asked Keshav.
“Oh, she is the biggest slut there is, sir. She would even suck your cock right now,” he said. I blushed in embarrassment.
“How good is she at sucking?” Murali asked. This time he looked at me instead, but I didn’t have the courage to look at him.
“She is the best, sir. You will never find anyone better. I can bet my house on it,” Keshav said.
“Can you ask her to prove it to me?” Murali asked and came closer to me.
“I don’t even have to ask, sir. I’m sure she is dreaming about sucking you already. Ananya, honey get on your knees and do your thing,” Keshav told me. I was nervous. “Don’t you wanna obey your husband’s orders, Ananya?” Murali asked me as he unzipped his pants.
I kneeled under the table, hoping Keshav won’t say anything about my sexcapades. “With this attitude, I’m sure you would enjoy your Africa trip,” he said and slapped my face with his cock.
It was an average-sized one, not so thick. My husband had hyped me up as the blowjob queen, so I had to live up to the expectations. I used tricks that I didn’t use even on Ashok mama. I used the tongue trick on the tip of the penis. I learned this from a sex blog, which drove him mad.
He held my hair and pushed the whole thing in me as soon as I did that. “You really are a blowjob queen,” he said with a smile and kissed my forehead. I glanced at Keshav, and my dear husband was jerking off. I wasn’t surprised. I would have expected him to do that even if he was sober.
“Let’s put on a show for your husband, shall we?” he asked and lent his hand to me. I gave him my hand, and he helped me stand up. He pushed away all the dishes on the dining table, many splattered on the floor. He lifted me up on the table, sat on a chair, spread my legs, and pulled my dress up a bit.
He pulled my panties aside and started eating my pussy. I threw my head back and moaned a lot. He was so good with his tongue. My loving husband’s eyes were lust-filled as he jerked off, watching us.
“Murali sir is so good at eating my pussy, Keshav,” I moaned.
“Let him do whatever he wants, baby,” Keshav replied.
“I will. I’m a good obedient slut” I replied. It drove Murali mad, and he licked my pussy like a child would lick a lollipop. Within a few minutes, Murali joined the elite list of very few men who made me cum by eating me out. My squirms and moans let him know that I enjoyed it.
He put on a proud smile as he got up and unzipped my dress, and slowly peeled it off over my shoulders. He kissed my neck, shoulder, and cleavage as he unhooked my bra and sucked on my nipples.
I waited for him, with my pussy getting wetter by the minute. He took off his jacket and his shirt. His dick was rock hard, waiting to enter my pussy.
“Shall I fuck your wife, Keshav?” he asked, embracing me with his hands around my waist. He wasn’t asking. He was letting Keshav know. But still, Keshav replied, “Yes sir, fuck her as much as you want.”
We looked each other in the eyes with a smile and kissed like we were teenage lovers. He rubbed his dick on my pussy before putting the whole thing completely in me. I let out a huge moan.
“Looks like your wife loves my dick more than yours,” he told Keshav. Keshav was so gone. “I’m sure she does, sir,” he replied.
The first few thrusts were slow and passionate. His fingers were always on my boobs, and his lips over mine. Slowly the thrusts got furious. I laid back on the table, arching my back and moaning as he tore my pussy. I felt his cock throb in me multiple times.
But he controlled it by slowing down and pulling me up for a few kisses on my lips and nipples. I got down from the table and was guided by Murali to where Keshav was seated. He pushed my back and made me bend with my hands on Keshav’s shoulders.
I was standing right before Keshav, bending over for his boss. Our eyes met, but I could tell he probably won’t remember a thing in the morning. I let out a huge moan in front of my husband’s face. His boss penetrated my pussy from behind. He held my hips and rode me like a rodeo.
My husband was jerking off and moaning furiously.
“Cum in my wife, sir. I’m sure she’d love to have your kid,” Keshav shouted as he ejaculated. Everything fell on his hands, but it was a thick load nevertheless. I could feel Murali’s dick throb in me. This time he didn’t hold back. He made a couple of deep thrusts to ensure his seeds got inside me.
Murali sat on a chair to catch some breath. I kneeled and licked all the cum off Keshav’s hands. Keshav dozed off as soon as he finished masturbating. “Your husband will love Africa,” Murali told me.
Just the thought of getting fucked by a bunch of people got me wet. “I can’t wait, honestly,” I told him.
“Trust me, you’d be pregnant when you return,” he said. All of this turned me on a lot. I poured two glasses of the wine Murali had brought and drank it. I don’t remember anything after that.
I woke up around 8 in the morning, cum all over my face, my ass, and my midriff. Murali noticed that I was up now. He was fully dressed, and he was spraying deodorant over his shirt.
“You were amazing last night, Ananya. You gave me everything I was longing for,” he said and bent over to pat my head. “Your husband is still asleep. You better get cleaned up before he wakes up.”
“Are you leaving now?” I asked him. I was hoping for a goodbye fuck.
“Yes, dear, I have places to be. But don’t worry. We will meet again,” he said and left.
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