Previous Part: Muslim driver made my wife pregnant
It’s been 4 months now since my driver, Abdul, and my wife started an affair. My wife Dhriti’s belly grew and started showing a bump. She was 3 months pregnant now. Her boobs grew a bit. Abdul went to his home town for some work for two weeks now.
He fucked her good before going. They agreed that they are going to have phone sex every day. My wife would strip in front of the phone while he jerked his dick off, looking at my wife stripping. He even recorded him fucking his wife and shared it with my wife.
After one more month, it was his day to come back from his trip to his hometown. My wife got dressed in his favourite outfit. White saree with a dark green blouse. Her hair was tied in a long braid with jasmine flowers and sindoor on her forehead.
I asked why such a special outfit today. She told me that it’s an auspicious day. I had my breakfast. I left the house knowing that the driver was going to come and rampage my wife like a wild beast. She would let him do as he pleased. I reached the office and looked at the CCTV camera footage from the house.
It’s 11 am, and the doorbell rang. As soon as he opened the main door. She sprang up from the sofa. He saw her lover rushing towards her and lifted her hands to invite him into an embrace. They both locked their lips. It was so passionate that it seemed like they were trying to suck each other’s mouth off.
Abdul broke the kiss and stood up to remove his shirt. My wife, Dhriti, unhooked her blouse. She was not wearing anything under. She didn’t completely open her boobs out, but rather had her blouse lie on top of her tits. Abdul pushed the blouse away and started sucking her right boob.
She wrapped her right hand around his neck and left one braced the sofa. “I missed you, Abdul, it’s been, hmm, so long,” she said. He replied with just slurping sounds. He alternated between the boobs. Sucking and mauling them.
“Let’s go to bed,” he ordered. My wife got up, removed her blouse, and dropped it on the floor. They rushed to the bedroom like teenagers. Her ass jiggled as she moved. He pushed her onto the bed gently. She landed on her fours, proudly displaying her ass.
Abdul got rid of his pants. The wife immediately pounced on his dick and started sucking it like a kid would with a lollipop. “Slurp, slurp, slurp,” she kept sucking. He held her head and pushed his dick deep inside her throat. Abdul was deep throating her. After some time, he let go of her.
He rubbed her tummy and said, “How’s my kid growing?” She giggled and said, “He missed his dad, like I missed his dad’s cock.” She lay down on the bed, inviting him to fuck her. Abdul got rid of her saree and threw it on the ground.
He placed it on her pussy and was rubbing it with his cock, anticipating something. Dhriti realised and said, ” Abdul, please, fuck me with your big cock,” giggling. He did the same and shoved in just one go. It created a “thup” sound.
Dhrithi gasped in shock. She missed his monstrous cock. He was fucking her with long thrusts, shaking her with every stroke. “Cling, cling,” her bangles made that sound every time he pushed his cock in her.
“Did you fuck your wife in your hometown?” She asked.
“Of course I did. She knows about you as well. On your fours now, Dhriti,” He said. She positioned herself like a bitch. “But you are the best bitch I’ve ever fucked.” He praised and inserted his dick in a jiffy.
“Haha, fuck me harder then.” He increased the speed and fucked her like a beast. Each thrust was jiggling her assets all over the place. His grunts and her moans filled the whole place. They changed positions to cowgirl. She started bouncing on her dick.
Her boobs danced up and down like pendulums. She removed her braid and let her hair flow in the air as she got impaled by his dick. It was a sight to behold. After some time, he announced he was cumming and she said, “Fill me up, Abdul.”
He did as she said and flooded her pussy with his seed again. He collapsed beside her. His cum was dripping out of her hole. They both embraced and slept. I almost cum looking at this at my cabin in the office. It was time for me to work and for them to rest, I guess now.
It was 1:00 pm, its lunch time. I have to know what the lovers in my house were doing. I grabbed my lunch from the cafeteria, came back to my cabin, and opened the app. The bedrooms were empty, and so was the hall. Dhriti was in the kitchen, topless with just her petticoat for the bottom part.
She was cooking something. “I’m hungry, darling,” Abdul came in. “Just 10 minutes,” she replied. “Well, let me have some starters in the meantime,” he said and kneeled down behind her and lifted her petticoat up. He started licking her bald pussy from behind.
Truly, one of the best starters out there. The pleasure made her squeal and made her grip on the kitchen counter stronger. A few squeals and licking later, he was fulfilled with the amount of juice he licked off her pussy and got up. “I’ll wait for you to serve my main course,” he said, spanked her and left.
He sat on the sofa and was watching TV. After some time, my wife was done with cooking and served it on the dining table. She served food on his plate, and he came and sat in the chair. He made her sit on his lap and made her feed him.
It’s humiliating to see my pregnant wife almost naked and feeding a lowly driver with her own hands. He was running his hands all over her body. After their lunch, they did it again on the dining table. I thought that the table would break because of him.
They finally ended up on the sofa again, and she latched on to him.
“I have a request, Dhriti,” he said.
“What is that?”
“I have a younger cousin who needs a job. I tried to find one, but I couldn’t. Would you ask your husband for it?” he said.
“Oh, well. Of course, it’s easy. I’ll just say that I need assistance with housework as I’m pregnant. He shouldn’t mind it, mostly,” she replied.
“Thank you, you’re the best. Ok! Time to bring your husband home. It’s already 5 now,” he said. Oh shoot! It’s already time. I was too indulged with them; I didn’t see the time. He reached exactly at 5:30 pm. He had that smile on his face which screamed, “I just fucked your wife.”
I checked what my wife was doing. She was tying her hair in front of the mirror in our bedroom. She removed her pallu and checked the hickeys left by her lover on her chest. I could count 3 from here.
When I reached, she greeted me like “Sati Savitri” in the saree she was wearing in the morning. When we were in bed at night, she brought up the servant topic that they were both discussing. I simply said yes to it. No big deal, I thought, but I was wrong.