Mysore Hottie Wife's First Stranger Cuckold - Part 2
Hi, Madhan here—an unapologetic erotic storyteller. Thanks to all ISS readers for your eager feedback. If you’re seeking secret thrills—girls, women, couples—find me on Hangouts or mail at [email protected] and telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity guaranteed. The story will be narrated from the husband’s footsteps. My wife Nidhi’s comments that night, “I am yours, am only yours, Raghav. You are mine, and I will always be yours.” These were running in my head while she walked ahead of me on the 9th floor of the luxury hotel. My eyes glance at the locked room 9**, where Madhan is waiting to fuck the just-shaved pussy of my wife. Just the thought made my cock twitch inside my pants. Nidhi, with no inkling, walks excitedly ahead with a bag packed with a transparent white shirt, pants, and a black thong. This was my all-time favourite fantasy to watch Nidhi in such a sexy attire. I re-glance at the door of Madhan and then Nidhi’s round, swaying ass cheeks. Will I be able to tolerate Madhan’s hard spank over my wife’s bubble, shiny, shaking ass cheeks? My dick turns into a rock. It was thick and hard with just the thought of her white, round ass cheeks turning red by Madhan’s spanks. As we reach the main door of our room, my phone vibrates with a message from Madhan, “Did you guys check in?” Handing the room key card to Nidhi, I reply, “Yes, Madhan. Reached the room now.” Unlatching the door, I watch my wife’s excited laughs. I notice her thick, juicy lips as the words come out of them, “Hey, Jacuzzi, thank you, love.” My heart skips a beat imagining those red lips circling a stranger’s dark cock and hungrily sucking the juice out. My hard dick continues to stay solid. Nidhi looked mouth-wateringly stunning. I controlled myself from touching my hot wife, Nidhi. For the past few days, as per Madhan’s plan, I had controlled myself by just teasing my wife by leaving her craving halfway. Like kissing and breaking the kiss halfway, touching her monstrous, round boobs, and leaving before sucking, most importantly, I abstained from fucking her from that night. Every passing day, I could notice her cravings climbing the ladder for pleasure. Nidhi jumps onto the bed with her soft humps, jiggling. Her hefty, round boobs and her thick ass, hungrily inviting to be caressed. I too was wildly tempted to get hold of those soft curves of my own craving wife. However, I continued to control and ignore her lures. I was still worried, what if Nidhi revolts? Today is the day my wife will be swallowed by a stranger in front of my eyes. Today is the day my wife’s pussy would feel a cock and might spill a fountain of juices to the new rod. My wife’s boobs would be devoured with marks of sucks and hard squeezes. Jumping out of bed, Nidhi hugs me tighter with her soft boobs smashing against my chest. Her sexual hunger blasts out. At that instant, I felt a strange self-doubt about my decision. Do I have to do this? Is it wrong? Can I take my wife being animalistically claimed by a stranger, that too in front of my own eyes? Will I be able to digest his cock reaching new depths of her delicate pussy? I place a hand over her soft back and hug her lightly. I shake my head, clearing the self-doubt and telling myself, “This is just for one time and one time only. I will do this, no matter what. With no clue of how my wife would respond, I hint to her to start the game. My appealing wife, Nidhi, holds the bag with a shy smile. She warns me to look away while she changes into the shirt. I smile, turning away, I text Madhan, “My Nidhi is ready for you, Madhan. I feel both excitement and jealousy seeing the mouthwatering and fountain emoji reply from Madhan. I sneak and watch the creamy and soft body of Nidhi in the transparent white shirt. She isn’t wearing a bra. Oh god, she looks like a ticking bomb ready to explode. She catches my sneaking, “Raghav. Please wait,” and rushes into the washroom with Jacuzzi excitedly. The Previous night, as Madhan told, I played a hot movie with multiple explicit banging scenes on the TV. I made Nidhi sit next to me and watch the complete film. Most scenes were sudden pop-ups and merciless loud-moaned bangings. A wife’s affair scene where she sucks a stranger’s cock. Her husband watches them from behind, and he massages his cock. I was scared to watch such scenes with my wife until that night. But Madhan made me do this. After the movie, Nidhi was horny. I acted tired and asleep. I noticed my wife hugging me, then turning away, and restlessly rolling around the bed. She hadn’t slept properly that night. At midnight, I announce in her ear, “Tomorrow, I want to fuck you. I want you to express your horny side. We are going to a hotel. She questioned, “Why hotel? You can have me here itself. I replied, “There is a surprise. Promise me. You will enjoy it to the fullest and never remind me about the day, too. Confused by my midnight talks, and at the peak of her hunger, she cluelessly promises me. Now. I unlatch the main door and ring up Madhan’s room from the landline, asking him to come. In no time, Madhan walks in with a smile and latches the main door. Placing a pack of condoms and two chocolate bars on the bedside table, he sat next to me. My heart skips a bit when my wife unlatches the bathroom door. Her soft, bare hands stretch out of the door. Her shiny, polished fingers invite me in. I watch Madhan and rush into the bathroom. Oh heavens, she has spread some fragrance around the big washroom and lit a few thick candles. The Jacuzzi is filled up. My hottie Nidhi was standing pantless, displaying her back to me. Her curves were prominent in the transparent white shirt. “Oh, Nidhi, you are looking damn hot, I comment. I inch closer to her. Me: “I want you to close your eyes, honey. Don’t dare to open until I say so. Nidhi: “Oh, Mr Raghav.