My name is Aditya. I came home early from the office that day. My wife Shilpi had just returned from her parents' house. She's a slim, 55-kg woman with a tight body. Her tits are medium and perky with dark nipples. Her pussy is hairy with a long clit, buried in thick black bush.

I walked up the stairs and saw our bedroom door open. Sneaking in, I heard heavy moans and filthy curses from the kitchen. I peeked in and froze.

There was Shilpi, who had just come home today, with her sister Kajal's husband, Ambuj. She had one foot up on a kitchen shelf, the other on the floor, spreading her hairy cunt wide open. Ambuj was on his knees, eating her out in the nastiest way. Shilpi was cursing, grinding her wet slit against his face.

I was shocked. My traditional, prayer-going wife was lifting her sari, legs spread, letting someone lick her dark pussy? Then Ambuj stood up. They kissed deeply, his mouth slick with her juices. He spun her around, bent her over, and shoved his thick cock into her dripping hole. He grabbed her ass, pounding her from behind as she begged for more.

The things they said were vile and hot. "Fuck my tight cunt, you bastard!" she screamed. "This pussy missed your dick."

Suddenly, Shilpi turned and knelt. She took Ambuj's hard shaft into her mouth, deep-throating him to the base. She sucked and licked like a starved slut, her lips stretched around his girth. The sight was so