We are from Mumbai and come from a well-known neighborhood in Bandra. We drive an Audi and were going through Sea Link one day. A bullet bike flew by us quickly and hit the side of our car. I yelled at that rider because I was mad. He stopped his bike right in front of our car, which caught me off guard.
He got off of his bike. He was an Indian guy who was black, well-built, strong, bald, and had a thick beard. Moving toward my car, he asked me to repeat what I had said and made threats to hit me. Rashmi, my wife, was upset and told me to cool down. “He’s built like a bull,” she said. “Don’t go fight with him.”
I felt so small, but I knew I was a weak husband, so I found a cool way to talk to him. “That’s better” was his answer.
I told him to pay for the damage. He agreed right away and told us Google would pay us. Raashi gave her number because my phone was off. He sent the money. Now, though, this dirty black bull had my cute wife’s number.
After texting her a few times to check on the fix, he finally asked her to meet him for coffee after a few days. A few days later, something strange happened. My wife had kept me up to date on their talks.
Raashi said she was going to a party with her girlfriends and might stay the night at one of their places. The dress she put on was very skimpy, and she smelled great. I had to go shake my private parts in the bathroom because her makeup was so loud, and I couldn’t help but think of her being used by a serious bull.
She told me that her friends would meet her at the coffee shop and take it from there. I thought I saw the biker guy who hit our car, but I didn’t pay attention because I thought it might have been someone else.
The next day, she was clean and pink when she got home. I knew that something wasn’t right. I read her chats on her phone while she was in the shower. Rakesh, the guy who threatened to beat up her husband a few days ago, has been talking to her.
This is what the messages say:
Rashmi, you were so loud last night that I thought the neighbors might wake up.
Rashmi: Of course, you hit the cervix so perfectly while you were making me cum so many times.
Rajesh: I’ve lived this way for years.
Rashmi: Man, you’re almost twice as big as my husband.
Rahul: Lol, you poor fool, stop making fun of him so much.
Rashmi: It’s just what it is. When you stretched me out, I moaned with pleasure and pain. Yesterday, you made me squirt six times, which I’ve never done before. You act like an animal.
Dear Rajesh, lol. You’d be happy with another meeting soon, right?
She said, “This time I want to do it in front of my sweet husband.”
Rajesh: Haha. Does he agree?
Raphael: Why not? He’ll do what I say like a good little boy. Come together this Friday night.
Rajesh: Okay, sorry.
Rashmi: Thank you.
I had to go to the bathroom because this chat was so hot. I think I did it more than once that day while looking at their pictures. About six to seven times. Even though my dick hurt, I still masturbated because it made me feel so good.
On that same Wednesday, my wide told me at dinner, “Baby, I’m inviting a friend over for dinner this Friday night.” I hope that’s okay with you. Even though I knew she meant Rajesh, I pretended I didn’t know.
Say, “Who is it?” I inquired. She said, “It’s a surprise.”
I was really horny at that point. That night, I asked her if I could make love to her. She said she was worn out. But I talked her into it, and I fucked her with my small dick. It only lasted 20 seconds, so I busted my nut and went to sleep. Thought about how hot Friday was going to be when I woke up a few times and masturbated.
It was a big day. When Rajesh, the bull, came into our house, I looked up at him. He was big and heavy, and he had an attitude like a bull. He also had a thick beard, a dark tan body and face, and a black bald head. He was really scary. Rashmi gave him a tight hug, and her big tits felt good against his chest.
He was dressed in blue pants and a white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His arms were very big, hairy, and built like a thick, strong iron stick.
“Isn’t that the same person who hit our car?” I asked Rashmi. Why is he here?”
Rashmi lied when she said that the fact that he was her coworker was just an accident. I knew that wasn’t true, though.
Now that we were drinking, I served them drinks every round like a good husband and slave. He asked me where the balcony was and then went outside to smoke. I saw my sweetheart smoke for the first time. I was amazed. “Babe, I thought you didn’t smoke,” I told her.
“Many things change, Jaanu,” she said.
Rashmi and Rajesh were both drunk by this time, around 11 p.m. As Rashmi fell on him, he took off his shirt in front of me. If you ask me, this guy is the hottest I’ve ever seen. His broad chest, strong gym shoulders, huge deltoids, heavy, muscular arms, hairy black body, and fierce face with a beard make him 6 feet 3 inches tall. Rashmi was melting because he was so sure of himself.
He then grabbed my wife by the round of her waist, pulled her close to him, and passionately smoched her for thirty minutes. Then he threw her on the bed and fucked her like a wild animal. He did something to my wife, so I asked him what it was. I was told to sit in a corner. Raashi also told me to take off my clothes.
Now she put my funny-shaped, soft, white, cute cuck body next to his animal-like, powerful body and said, “Look at this.” “This is how a real man looks.”
After making fun of him with her tongue, she pulled off his pants and white Calvin Klein underwear. I was told to stand next to him. She said this. He was almost twice as long and twice as thick.
I was so horny when she was on the bed and made noises like “Uffffff uggghhhh issshhhh aaahhhhh uhhhhhhh” and big monster grunts from him.
Rashmi kissed me and ran her hands over my half-bald, thinning geeky head while saying, “You’re such a puny cute boy.”
She put her little hands on my clean-shaven face and said, “Aww, you’re so cute.” Give Rajesh a look. “He’s such a rough and handsome bull.” This made me so horny that I took out my tiny dick and stroked it very hard. They kept fucking like crazy, passionate animals.
I still think about that hot and wild night every day while I masturbate. Rajesh kept fucking her more and more, making my wife beg for more like a desperate slut. My pretty, bosom-filled wife, who was such a sweet and loving partner to me, had become Rajesh’s slut.
A bull has come into our lives and made our sex life more exciting. Other than that, we still live a normal life and go out as a family. They make fun of me every time she gets fucked by him. I wear her 38DD bra sometimes, her lipstick other times, and watch them fuck like wild animals while I stroke my little dick.