Desi Sex Stories Hello. My name is Bala Paul. I’m a fifty-year-old man who runs a small business in Kolkata. My wife, Swagata, is thirty-nine, and my son, Swaswato, is fourteen. We live as a nuclear family in our locality.
My wife is way younger than me and curvy (36-34-42), which attracts a lot of unwanted attention. She has an average face, but her ass is attractive. She is a soft-spoken, humble woman who respected me a lot (or at least I thought she did). She is friendly to the neighbors as well, and she has never given me any reason to doubt her. She is a housewife, and my son is in ninth grade.
Things were fine in our lives. Every day was the same: attention to our son’s education, etc. My relationship with my wife was also very standard. There was a neighbor of ours, Indranath. He stayed with his parents. He was twenty-eight, a very friendly young man. He used to communicate with us a lot, offering greetings and even helping our son with his studies sometimes.
On the eve of a religious occasion, there is a function that happens on the terrace of the neighborhood building. This happens every year. We went there around seven in the evening. The entire neighborhood was there. As usual, we all started talking and enjoying the party.
After a while, I saw Swagata talking to Indranath. Nothing weird. It seemed like normal chitchat, but I paused at one thing: Swagata’s posture. She was standing in a way where her ass and boobs were posed to look more curvy. Usually, she doesn’t stand like this. I didn’t feel concerned. Well, that could be the result of her middle-aged emotional crisis. She must be enjoying the attention of a handsome young man. It seemed harmless. I ignored it.
A few minutes later, when I looked for them in that same spot, I couldn’t find them. I was a bit worried, though not alarmed. People suffer in their minds more than in reality. I casually looked here and there, and I found her. She was standing in a balcony area, and Indranath was taking her pics.
“This isn’t alarming,” I thought. So he was taking a pic and showing her. She was changing the pose, and he was clicking again. I was about to leave, but I stopped. Indra just grabbed her waist while showing her the photo of hers, a little too low. Half of his hand was on her ass. I felt strange.
I was shocked to see that Swagata, my dear wife, actually arched a bit, which resulted in Indra’s hands going straight to her huge ass. Indra didn’t mind. Rather, he gave a gentle squeeze to her ass. And they were so cool about it. But the concerning part was I felt a strange sensation in my cock.
“What am I doing? I should go in and stop this thing immediately. My wife of fifteen years is crossing a boundary, and I’m here standing at the door not doing anything about it?” While I was thinking this, at that moment I saw Indra’s hand kneading her ass and his eyes fixed on my wife’s cleavage. And she actually adjusted her pallu a bit to give him more access.
I was really interested in listening to what they were talking about. I stood at the door, hiding, seeing that a young man held and squeezed my wife’s ass and was laughing with her. And I’m here frozen in my place doing nothing. I had a weird feeling of keeping watch on what’s happening. And at that moment, I saw him telling something in her ear, holding her mangalsutra, his hand still on her ass. And she laughed, told him something in his ear, and he blatantly grabbed her boob and squeezed it.
I was shocked. My lovely, innocent wife was acting like a slut.
He kept squeezing her tits. And then that kiss. Both of them melted together. Swagata held his crotch. I kept looking at the scene: a guy who is half my age and ten years younger than my wife, and his one hand on my wife’s huge ass, the other squeezing her tits, their lips locked, and my dear wife rubbing his cock over his pants.
My mind raced. I held my cock and rubbed it. Did they already fuck before, or is this the first time? I started imagining things: how this young man will destroy my wife’s holes.
“Should I intervene? Will they even bother to stop if I walk in? Oh God, it’s so wrong.”
They broke the kiss, talked about something, and Indra put his hand in her blouse and squeezed, then started leaving. I panicked and ran off to a crowded place.
Two minutes later, both of them emerged. Swagata came to me with a broad smile, asking about how I am enjoying the party. And Indra shamelessly stood and talked to me. How do they get the nerve to betray and stand there as if nothing happened? And then Swagata told me that she needs to go home to use the bathroom.
“There is a washroom here,” I said.
“No, no, darling. I need to go home and get my mobile too,” Swagata replied.
I knew her mobile was in her bag. They were clicking pictures while Indra groped her body.
“Okay,” I said.
I couldn’t believe myself. I told her to go, while I very well knew that Indra would follow her and he was going to fuck her on my marital bed while I’m here. But part of me wanted to see what happens next. And a small part hoped that maybe my wife would realize her mistake and stop.
“I will be back soon,” Swagata said. She looked at Indra and his crotch in front of me.
Indra was standing there. I could see his hard cock outlined in his jeans, his eyes fixed on Swagata’s boobs.
“I was leaving too. Let me escort you, Mrs. Paul,” Indra said.
My heart skipped a beat. “Don’t they care that I am right here?”
“Okay, Indra. Drop her home,” I said. Again, my mind wasn’t listening to me.
They started walking together. I watched them vanish on the stairs. They looked at me before leaving the site with a coy smile. It was like telling me that they are going to fuck each other in my house, and I can’t do anything about it.
I looked at my son. He was occupied with his friends there. I quickly told him to stay here till I’m back and left there. I didn’t want to miss a single moment now. I wanted to see how low my wife could go.
I was maybe a hundred meters behind them. I saw them entering the house. Indra looked around and slapped my wife’s ass before entering. I was at the door, leaned in to hear if anything was happening. And there it was…
“Swagata, my God… I really wanted to fuck you for so long,” Indra said.
“Mmm… Indra, fuck me tonight. Fill the void. Ahhh… your mouth feels so good on my boobs. Squeeze my ass. Be rough. My body is yours. My husband is of no use anymore. I need your cock all to myself,” Swagata replied.
“Mmm, Swagata. Your ass is huge, and I will make good use of it. You are my whore now. God, you look so beautiful naked. Kneel for your master and suck my cock, you dirty little whore. Your useless husband doesn’t deserve you. You should fuck everyone you want,” Indra said.
“Mmmmm… oh God, Indra, your cock is huge… slurp… yes, my son of a bitch husband doesn’t deserve me. Fuck me like your whore. Ghhk, ghrk, ghhk,” Swagata moaned.
I couldn’t believe my ears. She is on her knees sucking the neighbor’s cock naked, degrading me. And I’m standing right behind the door. My cock is hard. I held it, gathered courage, and pushed the door slightly, just to open a crack. I looked from there.
Oh my God. Swagata is naked on her knees. Indra is holding her hair, naked, thrusting his monster cock in my wife’s throat. And her mangalsutra, the sign of our vows, wrapped around his cock. My wife is smiling and making obscene sounds, hollowing her mouth to accommodate the huge cock. And on the floor lay the saree, blouse, bra, and panty. The saree I gave her as an anniversary gift one month back. Yet I stroked my cock.
Seeing this for ten minutes, he kept fucking my wife’s mouth, degrading her, and she enjoying every moment of it. He kept pulling his cock out and rubbing it on my wife’s face with a devilish grin.
“Tell me, whore. Will my cock satisfy your married, cheating cunt and ass?” Indra asked.
“Yes, Indra. Your cock is magnificent, much bigger than my loser husband’s. Please, I need you inside me. Destroy my married, cheating cunt. Show your whore neighbor her place,” Swagata begged.
Indra picked her up by her ass and walked upstairs to our bedroom. My wife put her massive tit into his mouth, and he kept sucking while climbing the stairs. He slapped her ass. She screamed.
“Yes, use your whore like a cheap fuck toy. Make me your cocksleeve, your cumdump. I need it. I’m a whore,” she shouted. Though the neighborhood was empty, still she was admitting what she really is. It broke my heart into pieces.
I looked at my penis. I already came. It looked really small compared to Indra. “Oh God… why am I so turned on seeing my wife getting banged by a younger guy?”
I silently followed them to the bedroom. The door was open. There was the sound of flesh slapping and moans. I peeked in with all my courage. And yes, Indra is thrusting his huge cock in my wife’s hungry pussy, massive thrusts, and Swagata is moaning like a cheap whore.
After five minutes, he flipped Swagata, held her hips, and inserted from behind, in doggy style. This time he fucked her harder. Swagata arched and held his neck and hair, while Indra held and squeezed her tits while fucking her to abandon. The slap on her ass cheek was so loud that I literally shivered. My wife kept licking her lips and moaning his name, using degrading words about me, while Indra kept using her body like it belongs to him.
The scene was unfolding in front of my eyes: my wife of fifteen years, mother of my son, and a guy who is much younger than both of them together, while she is on her knees on the very bed we sleep in, holding his neck, moaning, and Indra pounding her from behind like there is no tomorrow, while his one hand squeezed her massive tits, the other holding her hips, slapping her huge ass every ten seconds. The mangalsutra was jumping in rhythm.
I kept masturbating. I came three times while my cock was spent and unable to get hard anymore. And at that moment, they stopped and got down from bed. They are still kissing. “What are they doing?”
Indra held her ass and picked her up, entered his cock in her pussy, and started pounding her mid-air. She wrapped her legs around him and jumped on his cock. They were not done. I could never give this kind of treatment to her. She was screaming. My God, how long was he going to take to be done?
He kept pounding her. My eyes hazed, and after another five or six minutes, Swagata got to her knees, kneeled with her tongue out. Indra was shaking his cock in front of her mouth. She was eager to taste him. Yes, he started erupting. Thick ropes of cum on her face. So much. She caught every drop, swallowed most, I assume.
She lay on the floor, utterly spent, face covered in another man’s semen, her tits hanging on both sides, legs spread. Indra sat on the bed naked, panting, wicked grin on his face.
My wife smiled, taking the rest of the cum from her face with her finger and licking it. I saw this for fifteen minutes. After that, she picked the phone up. My phone vibrated. She was calling me. Thank God it was in silent mode.
I immediately got a bit far and answered.
“Swagata, where are you?” I asked.
“Hello. I am feeling very tired. You guys go and eat, and then come back home,” she said.
“What are you gonna eat?”
“I have eaten,” she said, licking the cum and laughing. “Please call me before you leave there, darling. I need you to pick up something on the way.”
“Okay. I love you,” I said. I peeked again to see her reaction. She was on her knees, and Indra was standing in front of her.
There was silence. She took Indra’s cock in her mouth again. “I love you too, darling. Don’t forget to call before you leave,” she said, with wet slurping sounds, then hung up.
My wife of fifteen years said “I love you” while having another man’s cock in her mouth.
She kept sucking his cock for fifteen minutes, making him rock hard. Then Indra got her into a doggy position. He buried his face in her ass. He was licking it. He brought a can of oil and applied it on my wife’s ass.
“We need to be quick, Indra. My loser husband can come home anytime. Just fuck my ass already,” Swagata said.
I was shocked to hear that. She was offering her asshole to him. I never got to have that. Indra slapped her ass hard. She handed him her mangalsutra. He wrapped it on his cock. My wife gave some licks and sucks on his cock and spread her asscheeks, offering it to him. He entered. She screamed.
I watched helplessly. The mangalsutra was wrapped around his cock. He was pounding my wife, and my wife was screaming and laughing. And my cock was twitching again. I left the place silently.
I went to the function center with the knowledge that someone else is fucking my wife’s ass at that very moment.