Rajesh slammed the apartment door behind him, his heart pounding from the late-night drive back from his lover's place. The Mumbai flat was supposed to be empty, Priya visiting her parents in Pune. But the low moans coming from the bedroom stopped him cold. He crept closer, the sounds getting louder. Wet slaps, a man's grunts, Priya's voice begging for more cock.
He pushed the door open. There she was, his wife of five years, naked on all fours on their bed, some muscular guy pounding her from behind. Priya's big brown tits swung with every thrust, her ass cheeks rippling as the stranger's thick cock disappeared into her shaved pussy.
"Fuck me harder, Ramesh," she gasped. "Fill that cunt."
Rajesh froze, dick twitching in his pants despite himself. He was gay, always had been, but watching his wife get railed like a cheap whore made his mouth dry. The guy, Ramesh, looked up and grinned. "Looks like your husband's home, Priya. Want him to watch?"
Priya turned her head, eyes wide but not stopping. She pushed back on Ramesh's cock, taking it balls-deep. "Stay, Rajesh. You've fucked enough men behind my back. Now watch me get mine."
Rajesh's cock hardened fully. He stepped inside, closing the door. "You knew?"
"Always," she moaned as Ramesh slammed in again. "Now strip and sit. Or join. Your call, husband."
He stripped fast, his average cock springing free, already leaking. He sat in the chair by the bed, stroking himself slowly as Ramesh flipped Priya onto her back. The stranger spread her legs wide and buried his face in her wet pussy, tongue lapping her clit while two fingers pumped inside. Priya arched, grabbing her own nipples, twisting them hard. "Suck that clit, you bastard. Make me come before you fuck me again."
Rajesh jerked faster, eyes locked on the scene. Ramesh rose up, lined his fat cock up, and drove in. Priya screamed in pleasure, legs locking around his waist. The bed creaked with every brutal thrust. Rajesh could see everything: the way her pussy lips stretched around that veiny shaft, the cream coating it, the way her asshole winked with each slam.
"Play with your cock, Rajesh," Priya ordered between gasps. "Tell me how it feels watching your wife take real dick."
"Fucking hot," Rajesh grunted, fist pumping. "Your cunt looks so greedy for it."
Ramesh pulled out and flipped her again, this time pulling her onto his lap facing Rajesh. Priya sank down on his cock, riding reverse, her tits bouncing toward her husband. "Come closer," she said. "Suck my nipples while he fucks me."
Rajesh knelt on the bed, mouth latching onto one stiff brown nipple. He sucked hard as Ramesh thrust up into her. Priya's hand found Rajesh's cock, stroking him in time with the fucking. "Taste us," she whispered. She pulled his head down between her legs. Rajesh licked where Ramesh's cock met her pussy, tongue dragging over both, tasting her juices and the stranger's precum.
Ramesh groaned. "Your husband's a cock-hungry slut too."
Priya laughed breathlessly. "He is. Now come in my pussy so he can clean it."
Ramesh hammered faster, then buried deep and unloaded. Priya came with him, pussy clenching, juices squirting around the shaft. When Ramesh pulled out, thick white cum leaked from her stretched hole. "Eat it," she ordered Rajesh.
He obeyed, tongue diving in, lapping the salty mess from her cunt while she ground on his face. Priya stroked his cock faster until he shot across her thighs, groaning into her messy pussy.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap. Priya kissed Rajesh deep, sharing the taste. "Next time," she said, "you bring your boyfriend. We'll make it a real Indian family fuck."
Ramesh was already hard again, sliding back into her as Rajesh watched, ready for round two.
