Perverted Indian Wife

PERVERTED INDIAN WIFE - Part III

F/m, Incest, humiliation, cuckold, Voyeurism

After landing at Goa Airport, they checked in their hotel, where a luxury suite had already been booked for them earlier. As soon as they were alone, after their luggage was deposited, Neha started her flirtations again.

Rubbing her crotch over her dress, she hissed "Darling! Zor ka peshab laga hai!"(I need to piss badly).

Without bothering to bolt, leave alone locking the washroom gate, she loosened her Salwar, lowered her panty, and giving her pussy one long rub with her hand, proceeded to urinate!. All this was of course deliberate to keep Sudhir in a perpetual aroused state.

Neha began peeing with some force, making sure, the noise of her piss hitting the waters of the bowl was loud enough for Sudhir to listen. Sudhir was standing right in front of the bathroom gate, his feet ‘planted’ to the floor as he watched his lovely wife pissing in front of her. His eyes were fixed at the groin of his wife. He couldn’t believe that a very private and basic bodily act like urination could have an erotic effect on him!

Neha leaned back a little so that creamy her upper thighs, pussy hair and piss flow could be better visualized by Sudhir.

“Kya Dekh rahe ho!?(What are you seeing?) You naughty boy! Bad manners!" Neha said in a teasing tone, registering a mock protest!

Like as if caught stealing, Sudhir broke his gaze and hurriedly walked away from the toilet door to sit on the sofa with yet another hard erection!

“Saala chutiya! Baccha hai bechara !”(Bloody fucker, just a kid still). Neha wondered.

“Yeh dekh leta to heart attack se hi mar jata!”(If he'd have seen this then he'd have got a attack). With that she put two of her fingers in her pussy, gathering some remnant piss drops mixed with her own body juices and put them straight into her mouth, before giving them a quick sniff!. Given her perverted nature, doing so was one of the acts, which never failed to turn Neha on!

She flushed, arranged her dress and washed her face. She applied some fresh make up and put on a darker shade of lipstick. As she was coming out of the washroom Sudhir could see her dialing from her hi-tech cell.

“Hello Jaan” Neha greeted, the person receiving her call.

“Yeah we reached a few moments ago”

“Yeah me too! I was waiting for this day for so long you know”!

Sudhir could not figure out, whom his wife was talking to but could make out that she definitely sounded eager and excited as she talked.

“All right then! I will give you a call when I am ready”

Still talking on the phone, she walked across to Sudhir and started playfully playing with his hair

“Ok Bye Taufik!” She ended the call.

Neha kept the phone aside. She lowered her self on Sudhir, who was sitting on the luxurious sofa. Neha was feeling kind of horny after talking to Taufik. Taufik was her erstwhile colleague, in her college days. He was also one of Neha’s best friends and favorite sexual partners. Coming from a rich and cultured family, his sexual tastes matched Neha’s. ----He liked his sex to be raw, dirty and un- inhibited. They had enjoyed each other’s company previously on many occasions in their private world, together or in groups that included people having similar deviated sexual preferences.

Little did the poor, unsuspecting Sudhir knew that Taufik was already present in the same hotel as per prior plans!

Thinking about her past escapades with Taufik and ‘brilliant’ prospects around the corner, Neha was getting thrilled and wet in her pussy, with her dirty mind speedily weaving new plans all the time.

She leaned on Sudhir, and kissed him square on his lips, shoving her tongue, inside his mouth ”Meri jeebh chuso!”(suck my tongue)

Sudhir promptly complied and began sucking on his wife’s juicy tongue.

Now Sudhir was falling in love with his wife. Remember, she was the first female in his life and since she had arrived, Sudhir was afforded with immense sexual pleasures. He was developing strong feelings of warmth and affection towards his newly wedded wife, who had been successful in keeping him in a constant state of arousal, since they started to get intimate, opening new horizons for him from time to time.

Like a diligent and attentive pupil, he was willing to learn, whatever new lessons in lust, Neha was coaching him, since her arrival.

Neha still dueling her tongue with Sudhir, took his hands and placed them over her taut breasts

“Mere Mamme Dabao Sudhir!…Zor se! ….Dikhao tum kitne mard ho!”(Squeeze my boobs,  hard, show me how much of a man you are). Neha sort of challenged her hubby in a sexy husky tone…they again locked in another passionate kiss, their eyes closed as Sudhir, ‘rising to the occasion’ began to maul and knead his wife’s breasts!

Neha liked her tits to rubbed and pressed with some force and vigor and Sudhir was doing pretty good job massaging Neha’s tits, he centered on her nipples pinching them hard, causing his wife to moan in pleasure.

“Shabash mere sher! Aise hi!”(Lovely my Tiger, ya this way). Neha encouraged him to continue the cruel and harsh manipulation of her breasts. This went on for some time, when Neha breaking the kiss, rising from the Sofa got away from Sudhir. She liked to carried own but was moving in accordance with her plans.

“Kuch kha pee leten hain Sudhir! Phir maza karenge!"(Let’s eat drink something then we’ll have fun). She winked at him as she said “maza karenge”(we’ll have fun) leaving Sudhir in pleasant anticipation.

"Ji ! Acha!”(ok). He replied .

Neha appreciated that “Ji” for “tum” was still being maintained by Sudhir !Neha moved to the other end of suite and ordered some stuff from the room service. Sudhir noticed, how gracefully she moved and talked into the phone. He was looking at his wife with a feeling of awe and admiration.

Soon, two waiters were arranging their stuff in the cozy corner of the suite as per Neha's instructions. She motioned Sudhir to come over and sit besides her.

Neha had called for ‘Bacardi’ breezers (Vodka pre-mixed and bottled with lemon or orange flavored carriers) along with mixtures of delicious looking and aromatic veg and non-veg kebabs. Sudhir had not seen such foodstuff before. Neha had carefully decided this menu as per her taste and ‘designs’!. Sudhir had been a strict vegetarian and tea totalar till now due to his pious and strict upbringing. Of course Neha’s family also practiced similar norms, but she ventured into the ‘forbidden food zone‘, whenever she got chance. It was again much due to her distorted nature and rebellious attitude. She also liked to drink and had realized quite early that ‘liquor was her’ thing when it came to enjoyment and having good times. The ‘bubbly’ helped her unwind, made her enjoy her sex better and be innovative and uninhibited. Occasionally she would also smoke, mostly during her drinking sessions. Neha never did drugs though.

“Saala gala khusk ho raha hai! Kitne dino se pee nahi….”(bloody throat is parched, haven’t had a drink in many days). She murmured as she put the drinks in two glasses. Picking one up, she offered the other to Sudhir.

“Cheers!” she toasted her glass and took a strong gulp from it .

Sudhir also took a sip of the ‘new’ drink and immediately realized that it was indeed unique. “Ji! Yeh Kya hai?”(what’s this?).

“Zannat hai mere buddhu saayain! Pee lo gata gat!”(this is heaven my silly lover, drink it quickly)

“Yeh sharab hai!?”(this is alcohol)

“Nahi !Gadhi ka Peshab hai!”(no, it’s donkey’s pee). Neha replied, sounding frustrated and somewhat annoyed.

It was amongst one of her wicked policies to morally corrupt her husband and his family as per her whims. “Pee lo! Daro mat! Dekho mein bhi to pee rahi hun darling, Tumhe who maza dungi ke yaad rakho ge, agar nahi peoge to yahan honemoon pe bhi muth hi marte rahoge!”(drink, don’t be afraid, look, even I’m drinking darling, I’ll give you that pleasure that you’ll remember a long time, if you don’t drink then on our honeymoon you’ll be using only your hand) “Ise chuune bhi nahin dungi!”(Wont even let you touch this). She pointed towards her pussy.

Taken aback by her threat Sudhir started to take small sips of his drink.

“Good boy! Now wrap it off! Ek ghunth mein khatam karo!”(finish it off in one sip). She ran his hands on Sudhir’s thighs coaxing him to gulp his drink

“Dekho aise”(look like this). Neha put her glass to her mouth and finished its contents all at a same time. Feeling her hand on his thighs, inching up towards his crotch and seeing Neha polish off her drink in one go, Sudhir also gathered his guts ,and closing his eyes, tried to

do as he was told. Though the poor boy, managed ‘bottoms up’, but it was not without uneasiness and discomfort. Not only he coughed violently, he felt the cold liquid, causing intense ‘burning’ in his body as it traveled its way down his food pipe and then down his intestines. This physical discomfort was perhaps far less than the ‘denting’ caused in his psyche, which made him painfully aware that he had treaded into the ‘prohibited domain’, having just broken an important family tradition of not drinking alcohol.

Neha was smart enough to notice all this. Quickly she moved closer to him, her hand grabbing his cock, over his pants and kissed Sudhir on his cheek!

“Oh Sudhir! I love you….my darling husband! Tum wakai mein sher ho”(you really are a tiger). Her words and actions were not only meant to apply ‘balm over her husband’s wounds’, but also to take him further down the lane of depravity.

Neha offered him a piece of veg kebab and before he could finish it off had already poured the other drink. She knew the simple rule well the way to get drunk. Simply drinking faster! easy!

“Accha! ab jaise mein peeti hun ,waise hi piyo!”(ok, now drink as I drink)

Neha went little easy on Sudhir with the second drink but made sure he matched sip for sip and finished the second drink in couple of minutes along with her. All this time, Neha kept looking in her hubby’s eyes with a loving and seductive look….! She could make out, that Sudhir was slowly but surely coming under influence with his eyes flaring and his face getting redder.

“Darling tum mujh se pyar karte ho na!?”(darling, you love me na) she asked him.

“hain! ji”(yes) Sudhir answered looking in her eyes.

“kitna”?(how much?)

“Ji Bahut sa!”(a lot)

“Ooo my sona! I love you too!”. She again pressed her body close to his.

“Chalo ab ye khao!”(ok, now eat this). Neha picked one chicken kebab and took it nearer to Sudhir’s mouth.

“yeh chicken kebab hai! Very tasty!"(this is chicken kebab)

“JI mein chicken nahi khata!”(err…I don’t eat chicken)

“Raja meri khatir! Thoda sa bhi nahi khaoge”(my king, won’t you even eat a little for my sake?). Neha again ran her tongue across her lips like a seductress, keeping the kebab close to Sudhir’s mouth.

The alcohol, his wife’s close proximity and now this sexy seductive gesture were all having their toll on Sudhir.

“Par Ma ji ko pata chalega to….”(but if mummy comes to know then…)

“Ma ji ko Laude pe rakho aur maza lo!”(put mum on cock and enjoy). Neha pressed his cock and said!.” Aur Phir! Unhe kaun batayega!”(and then who’ll tell her) .Without giving him time to react to what she had just said suggesting his mother, she pressed the piece to his lips and seeing Sudhir open her mouth to receive it smiled with a feeling of triumph and satisfaction! The perverted wife was enjoying herself.

Neha continued her drinking session with Sudhir. She ordered some more drinks and made sure that Sudhir was under optimal level of intoxication. Neither too drunk too pass away into drunken stupor nor to remain in a state that could enable him to ‘question, reason or protest’ against any of Neha’s wicked designs. She achieved this by pacing rate and quantity of their drinks .The depraved and sinful wife also made it a point to keep her husband in a constant state of arousal and provocation by her kisses, caresses and of course her trademark 'lewd and dirty' talking.

Neha had became all the more confident, after having succeeded in making her husband drink liquor and have non vegetarian food items, just by the magical power of her bodily charms and well planned and premeditated vulgar mannerisms. She knew this was by all means, a great moral victory for her in her pursuit to assert her total dominance over her modest and unassuming husband…And it had made her more ‘lethal’!

During this period Neha would take a generous sip of the drink, then, asking her husband to open his mouth, would transfer the drink along with her saliva into his mouth and the couple would lock in a passionate kiss, after tossing the drink mixed with saliva into each others mouth a couple of times.

At other times, Neha would lift her kurta/shirt and bra and spill the vodka cocktail on her nipples making Sudhir to sap the liquor from lusty tits of hers!

”Mere Nipples Chuso Raja!!…Ummmmm!……. Kato Inhe….Kha jao!..”(suck my nipples my king…ummm…bit em…eat em). She would coax Sudhir in a sensual tone.

Neha removed her Shirt bra and was now sitting along with her hubby just in a ‘salwar’. She had her breasts mauled and sucked , over a longish session. Getting bolder and adventurous, she proceeded to put liquor this time on her armpits.

“Yahan Se piyo Sudhir!…..meri bagalon se!. Chato meri kankh ke bal! Mmmmm. (drink from here Sudhir, from my armpits, lick my armpit hair! mmm)

“Suck my armpits You son of a bitch !!! Mmmmmm” Neha moaned in lust and power she was commanding over her newly wed spouse!

Sudhir, perfectly under the erotic spell weaved by his sluttish wife and effect of vodka, was furiously lapping at Neha’s armpits. He was literally chewing on his wife’s substantial growth of underarm hair, which were providing him a heady aroma of Neha’s sweat, mixed with liquor.

“Mmm...Sudhir! You son of a bitch! ……..You are doing it just the right way..!…..Aise hi chus meri baglon ke baal Maadarchoad!”(keep licking this way the hair of my armpits you motherfucker). Neha pressed her pits harder on Sudhir’s sucking mouth.

Neha was getting turned on getting rampant and zestful oral attention in her armpit area, which happened to be one of her erotically sensitive zones. Also the continual success of the wicked wife in suppressing her husband and making him act as per her desires made her more positive and horny.

Now it was the first time, Neha had openly abused her new hubby loud enough for him to hear. By saying “Maadarchoad” (as if “Son of a bitch!” was a lesser degrading abusive remark), she wanted to make sure that the ‘vernacular’ and modestly educated husband of hers got to hear and understand fully what she intended him to.

“What would be his reaction to this? She was gazing.

Besides, saying these derogatory words to degrade her husband and assert herself on him, the particular abuse that had a clear incestuous suggestion to it, was let out by Neha on a purpose. The intent was to sow the forbidden seeds of incest in her hubby’s mind that was a novel entry into matters pertaining to sex. Neha understood it perfectly well that Sudhir’s mind was purely ‘raw’ and gullible to any sort of sexual orientation……..and her hubby nurturing incestuous desires for the women of his family , was amongst the perverted wife’s favorite fantasies…!

And so far there were no signs of protest or defiance from Sudhir, who was still busy lapping up liquor from his wife’s armpits, taking turns each side, as per Neha’s instructions…!

Neha got extremely hot by the ongoing situation .She wanted some more ‘physical’ satisfaction. How so ever shrewd and manipulative she was and how ever keenly she had planed Sudhir’s ‘gradual’ initiation into the perverted kind of sex, as per her wicked thoughts, still the fact remained, she was a young healthy lady, whose mind and body got stimulated by alcohol and the ongoing sexual foreplay.

She hurriedly ordered Sudhir to remove his pants and almost like a famished animal took Sudhir's throbbing erection in his mouth and began sucking on it, making wet slurping noises……Her eyes closed in supreme bliss……her fingers furiously rubbing her pussy over her salwar…..Neha preferred stimulating her pussy when ever she gave a blowjob to someone……She was amongst those females who just loved the feel of a hot and hard cock in their mouth…and it turned her almost as much as having a cock in her pussy……! Basically she was a very ‘oral’ person…sucking cocks, tonguing someone’s mouth ,sucking on tongues, putting her mouth to the most intimate natural orifices of both, males and females, gave her immense sexual thrill and satisfaction….and it was with the same kind of thrill she was sucking her hubby’s cock.

Neha took Sudhir’s entire cock in her mouth, feeling the warm knob of his cock in her

throat….pressing her throat hard on it. Now the most ardent of cocksuckers would have gagged at such kind of ‘oral cock worship’…but not Neha. She had perfected the ’art’ of ‘deep throating’ over the years! Suddenly she released his cock from her mouth. Sudhir’s cock jerked like a spring causing him to moan in extreme sexual delight. Neha held his cock from its root and began rubbing it against various parts of her face. She hit it on her nose, eyes….and against her cheeks before putting it again into her mouth sucking it like a ‘possessed slut’. She held Sudhir’s cock from near its glands, causing his pee-slit to open a bit. She pressed the tip of her tongue against the pee slit, as if she would fuck it with her tongue itself.

The couple was thoroughly enjoying the fellatio, both the head giver and the recipient.

Neha felt her mouth drying and jaws aching from such zestful cock sucking. She let out Sudhir’s cock from her mouth and sitting up took a strong gulp of ‘vodka breezer’.

After taking a few sips down her throat, Neha took another strong sip along with an ice cube in it and still keeping it in her mouth, again bent sideways, to take Sudhir’s cock in her mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmm!”…..Sudhir moaned in ecstasy feeling cool contents along with Neha's ‘hot’ tongue on his cock.

She drank her sip sucking on Sudhir's cock.

“Maza Aaya BEHEN KE LAUDE!…..MADARCHOAD?!!!”(liked it sisterfucker, motherfucker). Neha asked her hubby, boldly looking in his eyes, with a expression, which had shades of both, tease and triumph.

Neha continued looking at Sudhir's face…., just having abused him in a fit of lust and owing to her naturally dominant demure. She was still gripping his cock, hard and wet from her vigorous sucking…she massaged it running her palm and finger tips over its glands….Sudhir’s facial expressions revealed that he was in a state of supreme bliss.

Obviously, the fact that his wife had just called him “Madarchoad”, “Behen ke laude” had not caused a wilt in his erection. Did he ignore the comments being in a state of ecstasy? Was it that his body demanded that the pleasure trip he was being afforded by his new wife, on their ongoing honeymoon just continued irrespective of anything else, what so ever? Or still , his wife’s naughty mannerisms since their being together had gradually succeeded in getting him to accept or even enjoy such like abuses with ‘incestuous’ overtones!!!?

“Hmmmm Sala shai chal raha hai (going the right way), cant wait to see his cock buried deep in his younger sister’s tight, hot pussy!!!” was what was going on in the wicked and perverted mind of his wife, Neha at his very moment.

Neha decided to go on with the action to get her pleasure. She got up and stood before Sudhir. She had removed her shirt earlier and was in her silk black bra and salwar.

Once again she lowered her right half of her body lifting her arm a bit and kept her right armpit over her hubby’s face, making sure his nose was in middle of her hairy armpit. Neha had realized this very well that her husband responded wonderfully to her body smells and every single time she made him smell her body odors , she had succeeded in making him hot and horny. She knew she had succeeded yet again as she heard Sudhir moaning in her armpit , taking deep smells. Soon, Sudhir let out his tongue to lap up the sweat and began to virtually chew and nibble the hair in her pits. The animalistic sniffing and sucking of Neha’s armpit by her husband Sudhir went on for a while before Neha changing her position , captured Sudhir’s mouth, smelling and tasting her own armpit aroma from her hubbie’s mouth. The couple got another kick from this act and once again the exchange of saliva and tongue dueling commenced, with Neha virtually shoving her tongue deep inside Sudhir’s mouth. While still kissing Sudhir, Neha felt the hard and throbbing erection with precum on its tip. Now she was leaning over her husband on a sofa, her legs aside his, their mouths engaged in a kiss and she holding his cock in her right hand. In this position Neha began to rub Sudhir’s cock over her pussy, through her salwar.

Sudhir could feel his cock against the folds of the swollen pussy of her wife, even through the fabric! Neha was also enjoying the feel of the hard cock between her legs rubbing her pussy. This ‘dry humping’ went on for a while, before the experienced wife, got up once again and shoved her crotch on her husband’s face.

“Meri Fuddi sungho” (smell my pussy). Neha urged Sudhir.

Sudhir didn’t need any encouragement He could smell the distinct, heady aroma of Neha’s ‘worked up fuddi”, even if was covered with her salwar. Guided by a pure animal instinct it wasn’t long before Sudhir began munching between her wife’s legs. Neha responded positively to the oral administrations of her husband and began humping her crotch over his face rubbing her fuddi wildly all over it.

“Mmmm sungh!….., chat!….Sexy hai na?” (mmm…smell, lick, it’s sexy right?)

“Saaale! Tujhe zannat dikha dungi mmm! Bas tu mere kehne pe chalta reh ! ”(I’ll show you heaven, you just do as I say).

Now the dirty-minded wife went for the kill….

“Sudhir Tumhari Behn…….UFFFF! N…N Nimmi…… mmmm uff….Nimmi ki Fuddi ki smell bhi sexi hogi!!!!u mmmmmmmm!!!”(Sudhir, your sister, uff…Nnimmi’s pussy’s fragrance would also be sexy…)

She leaked a few more of her pussy juice in response to her own lewd suggestion and noticing her husband grab her ass firmly to get her pussy firmly placed over his mouth! Sudhir had liked the suggestion! Phew! Her ‘innocent’ hubby was getting fonder of ‘fuddies’(cunts)!…. and it seemed .it didn’t matter whether it belonged to his wife or even his own sister!

Sudhir continued to tongue fuck Neha's 'fuddi' with an aggressive passion. He was grabbing her by ass as he kept his mouth buried between hiss wife’s legs. Neha taking encouragement from her earlier 'perverted' remarks and the 'positive' effects it had on her husband, decided on to carry on the heat further.

"Sudhir tumhe fuddi pasand hai na?!......Bolo Sudhir is se khelna accha lagta hai kya?"(Sudhir you like cunts? Tell me Sudhir, you like to play with it?).

She sort of pulled back and asked Sudhir in sexy and sensual whisper, again looking into his eyes...

"Chut ko sunghna....,ise chatna,,,isme Lund dalna.....!? Bolo na Sudhir?”(smelling pussies, licking em, inserting ur cocks in em?). She continued with her sexy probe.

"Jjji Hain!"(yes) was all the aroused and intoxicated husband of her could mutter in response.

"Good! Mein tumhe aaj ke baad kabhi 'chuton' ki kami nahi hone doongi mere raja! Mera funda hai zindagi mein khul ke aish karo, tumhe aisi aisi mast chut dilwaungi...ke tumhara lund mera murid ho jaiga. Bas tum mere kahne pe chalte raho!"(good, hereafter, I’ll never let you fall short of pussies my prince, my principle is live life to the fullest, I’ll get you such cunts that your cock will always be thankful to me).

Neha was now openly talking to her husband in a lustful and lewd manner, promising him a life, that would provide him full pleasures of sex, involving multiple partners.

And Neha could see that the expression on Sudhir’s face was that of ‘lusty anticipation’, much to her liking. She drew a sense of personnel satisfaction and triumph on the account that she had been succeeding so far in initiating and indulging her husband into the world of ‘perverted’ sex. She was now sitting by her husband’s side, holding his hard cock with her arm around his neck. She was lovingly staring into his eyes and would often lean to let out her tongue, to which Sudhir would promptly respond by capturing her wife’s tongue and sucking on it.

“Sudhir! Tumhe pata hai ke chut mein kya nasha hai?”(Sudhir, do you know what intoxication lies in this pussy?) Neha ventured ahead, rubbing her palm over her pussy. “Aur is lund mein bhi!”(and even in this dick), squeezing Sudhir’s cock in her hand, she continued her seductive mannerisms.

“Bas youn samajh lo ke agar inka sahi istemaal kiya jaaye to zindagi ka mazi hi kuch aur ho jata hai. Mein janti hun ke ab tak tum is maze se mehroom the, Par ab nahi! Ab mein aa gayi hun naa!” “Lo Ab Dil Khol ke Maza lo!” (know this, if you know how to use this then life is all fun, I know that till now you were deprived of it but not henceforth, now I’ve come no)

Neha got up and removed her salwar. Sudhir just loved the sight of her wife’s creamy thighs and sharp contrast of her black silky panties. Neha had a splendid figure with a very beautiful pair of legs to go with that. Her thighs were stout with creamy white flawless skin. Neha thrust her pelvis towards Sudhir’s face, pushing her panties aside affording Sudhir a very sexy view of her wet glistening cunt and rich pubic bush.

Once again she relied on her old formula and before letting her vulva touch Sudhir’s tongue, purposely held her hot and aroused ‘fuddi’ close to his nose, in order to make him smell her private odors. SHE COULD EASILY MAKE OUT Sudhir was doing exactly that, taking long, deep breaths against her pussy with his nose embedded in her pubic hai. Neha would adjust her position, so that Sudhir could smell her intimate body parts all over and deciding to carry on her perverted ways further, she lowered her panties to her knees and turning her back to Sudhir, bent down holding her ass cheeks apart ,exposing her ass crack and beautiful ‘pinkish’ puckered asshole!

“Now smell this you son of a bitch….!”

A deviant rush rippled up Neha’s spine when she pictured her naïve husband sniffing and licking her asshole. It was also one of the means to show her total dominance over Sudhir. Sudhir meanwhile was looking for the first time, from such proximity at a young ripe woman’s ass and he was not disappointed in what he saw. There stood his wife, bent in a sexy and lash vicious manner, baring her posteriors to the gaze of her lustful husband and not only that, asking her to sniff her ‘inviting’ butt. Any inhibitory thoughts to the downright filthy demand of her sluttish wife proved meek and insufficient and soon Sudhir was found leaning forward and burry his nose between Neha’s robust ass cheeks.

“Chat Gandoo! Madarchoad!!”(lick my asshole you asshole, motherfucker). Neha encouraged him. As if Sudhir need any. The smell was different from how Neha’s cunt smelt, having an distinct earthy quality to it but was in no way not unpleasant to Sudhir, to say the least.