CUCKOLD INDIAN HOTWIFE TINA PART 4 -
Part 1 Here. - Hello readers! This is the cuckold Indian Hotwife Tina again. I am going to share with you yet another erotic adventure of mine.
For those who are reading my story for the very first time, let me re-introduce myself once more. I am 37 year old married woman, mother of 2 grown up kids. I’m married for last 16+ years. My hubby, Kumar, is almost 43. I am quite attractive for my age with a beautiful face, fair complexion, glowing skin, dense black hair... height 5'4"… weight 133 lb. I am very proud of my really curvaceous body... vital stats 36-30-38…... all in all, people consider me as a real hot, fuckable MILF.
I’m into this cuckold lifestyle for last 5 years and my married pussy got thoroughly fucked by 9 more gentlemen (other than my hubby) in last 5 years! Though I am originally from Kolkata, India, I’m staying in the US (New Jersey) along with my hubby since February 2011.
Today I am going to share with you one more incident, which took place as recently as last month only.
Around 2 months ago (during February 2012) Kumar left his earlier Indian company and joined an American company this year with a handsome pay packet and higher designation.
A month after he joined this new company, on a Friday evening Kumar asked me to get ready to accompany him for an official party at one of the biggest hotels in the Atlantic City… named “Tropicana Casino & Resort”. His company had thrown that gala party to celebrate the success of their new product launch. It would be an overnight party and all the invitees were given special accommodation in the hotel itself for that night.
Initially I was quite reluctant to go. I was afraid that I would feel like a fish out of water there. But, Kumar insisted that I must go. His boss, Mr. Lewis (VP, Emerging Markets) categorically instructed all his staffs to bring their wives or girlfriends. I knew that Kumar was trying very hard to get into the good books of Mr. Lewis, so we didn’t want to offend his boss by not following his orders. However, I made a pact with Kumar that I’ll be in the party for first 2-3 hours and then will move upstairs to my room to sleep peacefully for rest of the night. Kumar was left with no other option but to agree.
As usual, I took some time to get myself ready. I was wearing typical Indian ethnic attire. It was a black colored silk “Saree” (a long piece of cloth) and a thin string made red-colored, backless, topless, sleeveless “Choli” (a blouse).It was revealing most parts of my sexy back and ample evidence of my large round boobs. I was wearing a strapless, half-cup red lacy bra inside the blouse to accentuate my cleavage.
Party had started at 6:30 PM, but we were quite late. By the time we reached there, it was past 8:30 PM. So, dinner was already served.
Kumar wanted to introduce me to his boss, but he couldn’t find him. So, after waiting for 15 minutes or so, we had our dinner. After dinner, we took some wine. Kumar asked me to take a seat at the corner, and moved to the main hall with his other colleagues. He returned in a few minutes and informed that Mr. Lewis will meet me once he is free. Moreover, he had asked Kumar to take care of a group of Japanese delegates who came for the party. So, Kumar will be busy with them for next 2-3 hours. He apologized and asked me to enjoy the party alone.
I was very upset and felt like crying. I had no other choice but to let him go. I saw that Kumar eventually got busy with his clients on the other side of the hall. While Kumar was with them, I got myself busy sipping on a glass of wine seating at the corner.
The party was full of unknown faces. I hardly knew any of his new American colleagues, or their significant others. I was bored to death, to say the least. To pass time, I started watching some of the handsome American guys around. I noticed one 6’ tall, strong, well-built American guy… very dashing, smart & handsome. He looked like in his early thirties. We made eye-contacts couple of times. And, I started fantasizing about him making out with me. I was feeling naughty by all those filthy thoughts crossing my mind.
It was around 10:00-10:15 PM… suddenly, that tall guy approached me directly. He introduced himself, "Hi gorgeous, I am Peter. I believe you came here with Kumar… correct?"
"Hello!” I heaved a sigh of relief. Finally I got someone to talk to… “Yes, I am Tina…better half of Mr. Kumar Bose, your New Product Manager… By the way, have we met earlier?"
"Well, it’s a pity that Kumar didn’t introduce his pretty wife to me so far… now, I know why he was trying to hide you from me!” he devoured my sexy body and winked at me mischievously.
I felt flattered. Peter continued, “Jokes apart, Kumar actually wanted to introduce you to me. I was quite busy till now. Hence…”
Reading my puzzled look, he further explained, “Kumar works with me. My name is Peter Lewis. You might have heard about me from your Husband."
I was taken aback completely. I was talking to “The” Mr. Lewis! He was Kumar’s boss and one of the senior most executives here. I stood up immediately and mumbled in an apologetic manner, “I’m so sorry, sir. I couldn’t recognize you. Kumar never told me that his boss is a young guy. I always thought it would be someone above 45-50. My bad! Believe me sir; it’s my great fortune to meet you in person.”
Peter smiled meaningfully and putting his left hand on my bare right shoulder, “Pleasure is all mine honey. Call me Peter… And, by the way, I just turned 42 last summer.”
I was pleasantly surprised, “No kidding! You look like not more than 35!”
“That’s encouraging”, Peter chuckled, “Well, I’m glad that we are meeting, when my wife isn’t around. She couldn’t make it to the party tonight, as she was out of town on business. She usually doesn’t like me to be with any young, hot girl with nice racks”. He pointed at my firm boobs with his eyes.
I flushed. I realized that he was hitting on me, but I was enjoying the attention. The slut in me started guessing how eager Peter must be to sleep with me, and how to make the best use of this opportunity.
Peter inquired, “Hey beautiful, what are you thinking?"
“Nothing actually… it’s too much crowded here. Can we move to some place a bit quieter?" I said with a straight innocent look on my face. I actually just took my chance to see how desperate he is to get closer to me in private.
"Yah, let’s go to the poolside. Let me fetch you a drink there".
“Oh no! You are my husband’s boss… Please let me do the honors."
“No my charming lady, please do me a favor … just allow me to take care of you tonight." Saying so, all on a sudden in a dramatic posture, he held my right hand and kissed the back of my palm. I got the inner meaning, but kept mum.
He brought two glasses of wine for both of us. We were just walking towards the poolside when Kumar appeared, "What a surprise! Looks like you two got introduced to each other already. Great! Tina, this is my boss Mr. Lewis. I told you how grateful I’m to him for making my career. I wish I could return the favor to him some day. Anyway, hope you are not bugging him too much. I don’t want to get fired tomorrow morning!”
“Don’t worry, Kumar. She is a sweet girl. I’m enjoying my time with her.” Peter clarified even before I could say something.
I was very formal in my response, "Thank you, sir. It’s so nice of you.”
Kumar turned to me, “Tina, I have to take care of some of the guests inside. Please give company to Mr. Lewis, till he needs you here. He is a very busy man. Don’t waste his time.”
"Hey, cool it Kumar. Just go inside. I will be comfortable", assured Peter, “as long as this lovely lady is giving me company out here”
Kumar obliged and left immediately. We again started to walk towards the pool.
"Tell me Tina; are all the women in India as sexy as you or I am in some special company?"
I turned red, and told softly, "I can’t comment about that. I’m a simple housewife and never thought about myself that way."
Peter looked into my eyes and said in a romantic voice, "But I can surely say that you are the sexiest Indian woman I have ever come across in my life. I love your “Saree” and that skimpy bikini-top like thing you have put on”. He rubbed his index finger along the string on my neck towards my deep cleavage.
"It’s called Choli… it’s a kind of blouse" I told him without moving my boobs away from his exploring fingers.
"Whatever, but it’s giving you a damn sexy look” his finger was still playing with the string and touching my boobs “Your hubby is a lucky guy. He seems quite diligent & a bit workaholic, but is he able to take care of everything that a beautiful woman like you deserve?"
I couldn’t believe what I heard! He was so blatantly forthcoming.
"Let’s not get there, please.” I said curtly, “Just don’t remind me of that agonizing truth!”
Peter glanced at my moist eyes and sounded more sympathetic, “Yes, I read somewhere… Indian wives will never disclose their husband’s inability, even if she is never been satisfied sexually!"
I said in an ice-cold voice, “Then why are you trying to make me confess the same? What do you want to hear? Yes, I admit that my sex life got practically over since we moved to the US. Kumar is always busy with his work and never bothers to know how I control my overpowering-libido and unfulfilled-physical-needs! My sex-life is absolutely dead now. I wish I could do what I want to do.”
Probably I did hit the bulls-eye instantly! I knew that I had sent across the right signal to this man. He pretended to be a bit shocked by my candid outburst. He held my hand and consoled me with a nonchalant attitude, “I am really very sorry to hear that. You deserve to be completely happy in all respect. May all your wishes come true very soon!”
We sat on the pool chairs next to each other beside the pool and started sipping our wines. A wild idea ran through my mind. I told Peter, “You know, I have taken wine only a few times earlier and that too when I was forced by Kumar in some parties like this. After 2 or 3 pegs, I generally feel lightheaded and start feeling very hot. I even start behaving indecently sometimes. Kumar told me that wine works as an aphrodisiac for me! This is my third glass for the evening. So, please call Kumar anytime you feel that I’m losing control.” Peter had actually brought quite large glasses for us. So, I indicated subtly that as soon as I am finished with this glass I will be in his arms.
I had given enough hints. His eyes lit up, “Don’t worry, no need to disturb Kumar…he is taking care of my business, so it’s my duty to take care of his beautiful wife. Trust me; I can fulfill all your needs.”
It was a bit embarrassing, but I pretended not to understand the inherent meaning. I started feeling horny though. The cool breeze and a hunk sitting beside me were just too much for me to bear. I was waiting for him to make the first move.
Suddenly we heard the announcement for dance and a very loud music filled the air.
"Let’s finish it fast and dance" said Peter and forced me to finish the glass in one go.
He grabbed my hand and literally made me run towards the crowd. It was a fast number and we started dancing to its tune. He loved when he saw my 36D milky white melons jumping up and down of my skimpy blouse with my every movement.
After that fast song, a slow dance number started. Peter tapped on my shoulder and requested for a ball dance. I was in his arms in no time. I was thinking it must have smelt good, as I was wearing Elizabeth Taylor White Gold body lotion and cologne for that evening.
"Mmmmm…so damn sexy you are" He told me in a slow deep seductive tone and hugged my body, drawing closer to him. His right palm was immediately on my naked back, gently caressing it. His left hand grabbed my right hand and as we danced real slowly, our bodies rubbed against each other.
The effect of wine and such closeness of this strong man was making me wet again. I started to squirm a little and immediately felt that old tingle in my pussy.
After a few seconds, his back caressing hand dropped below and now rested lightly right above my ass. Then, he squeezed my ass cheeks and brought me all the more closer to feel his hard on. His cock was aching in his pants trying to burst out. I was feeling his hand roaming and squeezing my ass. I was only afraid if Kumar would see then how he would react to it. He strictly instructed me so many times to keep clear of his office colleagues. I did promise to him earlier that I’ll never flirt with any of his colleagues, let alone having sex with them. I was in a dilemma whether to break that promise tonight!
However, the sheer pleasure of being in close proximity of this strong hunk, the thought that another cock is trying to get in my pussy and the anticipation of getting laid tonight were driving me crazy. The fact that he was an American was an even bigger turn on for me. My tight pussy was soaking wet. I was literally “On Heat” and I badly needed a hard-fuck.
I surrendered myself to Peter already. He brought his lips close to my ear and whispered in his soft deep assertive voice, "Tina, you don’t know how beautiful you are… you are just like an angel with a super-hot body… your body needs sex… don’t hold yourself back… let go your conservatives values… let me satisfy your needs tonight… rest assured, you won’t regret it”.
I was equally horny as Peter and my pussy was more than eager to gulp his cock, but I was in the middle of hundred people with my husband also among them. So, I played along with the role-play as an innocent Indian housewife.
Peter continued to nibble my earlobe and rub my ass. I was shivering with pleasure, but I looked into his eyes and confessed without blinking an eye lid, “I don’t know what to do! I have never been with any other man other than Kumar in my life. It’s true that our sex life sucks, but how can I cheat on my husband? My body is betraying, but my mind won’t allow me to do this sin”. And, I started sobbing holding him tight.
Peter was quite disappointed, but still hugged me affectionately. I was feeling his rock-hard cock on my belly. I immediately decided to take this drama to the next level.
As planned, I pretended as if I’m going to collapse, while hugging him tight. Peter enquired anxiously, “Are you not feeling well, Tina? Are you feeling too intoxicated?”
I somehow collected myself, and answered in a drunken voice, “Yes, I’m feeling dizzy… I might even throw up… the alcohol has got the better of me. Could you please take me to my room?”
Peter nodded, “Yes, that’s better”.
“Thanks Peter. That’s so kind of you. Let me inform Kumar first. Please wait for me in front of the elevator”.
It was an abrupt end to our sensuous dance session. I checked my watch; it was11:40 PM. As soon as Peter walked towards the elevator, I went to the main hall looking for Kumar. I was a bitch in heat and wanted to satiate my desire at any cost. Then I saw Kumar approaching me from the crowd with a broad smile on his face. He was very happy as the party was a grand success so far and he was being appreciated by all for designing the successful new “Product”.
"Hey sweetheart, how r u doing? Where is Mr. Lewis?"
"I don’t know… we had a dance together and then he went inside, I guess… Kumar, I’m feeling a terrible headache. I think I have taken too much of wine. I’m going to my room upstairs. It’s #827 on the eighth floor, right?”
Kumar saw my condition and said sympathetically, “Oh my poor thing… Let me leave you there.”
"No, don’t bother… I’m good… I can go by myself. Please take care of your business.”
"Sure?”
“Yeah"
So, Kumar kissed me goodnight and handed over the keys for the room.
I was elated, and felt like running towards Peter. However, I knew that Kumar was watching me from behind, so I walked mechanically towards the elevator. Peter was waiting on me eagerly there. He embraced me with one hand and helped me to get inside the elevator.
In the lift I kept my head on his shoulder, I really felt good at that time. I was doing a dam good job of acting like a woman who was losing control on herself. I was constantly complaining about how hot I was feeling, and Kumar shouldn’t have left me alone. The top part of my Saree was falling down every now and then exposing most parts of my huge boobs. I was breathing heavily and kept my eyes closed.
We went up to the eighth floor. Assuming I was out of my senses under the influence of alcohol, Peter was taking full advantage of the situation inside the elevator and also while walking towards my room. His “helping” hands were hovering all over my soft body exploring my “hidden assets”. I intentionally blinked my eyes on that. Honestly, I was enjoying the kinky feeling of pretending like an innocent victim of “date rape”.
He suddenly stopped walking. I glanced through my eyes, and saw that we were in front of the room # 827. It was my room. I pleaded to Peter with my eyes half-closed, “Please don’t leave me alone… You have been so caring… I’m loving your company…you are making me feel desirable… please be my guest tonight.”
Peter smiled at me, “Don’t worry, you sexy… I also want to know you more… let’s get inside and I’ll make you feel special!”
As soon as we entered the room, he kissed me very passionately by putting his tongue in my mouth and started sucking my lips like a hungry animal. Seeing that I am not protesting to it at all, he took me in his arm. I locked him by putting my both hands around his neck. My eyes were still closed.
We kissed for about 2-3 minutes and my milky jugs were touching his chest and screaming to be relieved from the prison of my tight, skimpy bra. I realized that a big tent was being created in his trouser. He carried me in his hands and made me seat on the bed, whispering in my ears, “Tina, we are in your room…here’s your bed… please open your eyes now. I’ll help you to change your dress, before you go to sleep. I’ll also sleep beside you, till Kumar comes back. OK?”
I collapsed on the bed. Then, I opened my eyes after lots of effort and nodded my head, “Yes, please be with me tonight. You are a nice guy. I’m loving being with you.”
“Sure, let me keep aside my party cloths, as I have to go back to the party wearing those again!”
He took off his blazer, tie and shirt one by one. He opened his belt, the zipper and dropped his trousers on the floor. Then he slowly started pulling down his underwear, but stopped midway, “Sorry! Let me help you to change first.”
Peter took the “Saree” off my body. Then he started opening my blouse buttons and released the bra hooks. In no time, he removed my blouse and bra together. My big titties popped out. His eyes were full of lust. He kissed my boobs and licked the already hard nipples. I moaned in pleasure.
Then came the moment I was waiting for. Peter got rid of his underwear and his cock grew to full size in front on my eyes. It was neatly trimmed, perfectly circumcised and very fair… quite unlike those of our Indian guys. It looked so clean that no woman would think twice before putting it in her mouth. To top it all, his man-meat was more than 7” long and almost 5” in girth!!!
I couldn’t control myself, "Wow! Your cock is so big, at least twice the size of my husband’s!!!”
Peter gave me a proud smile, “I told you… you won’t regret!”
He asked me to arch my hip, so that he can take off my petticoat.
Peter’s eyes were devouring my waxed legs… he remarked, “You know what Tina… This evening I fall in love with you looking at your juicy boobs. I was looking for the opportunity to caress them hard and suck on your nipples!” While saying so, he stripped me off my low-cut, red-colored lacy panty, which I was wearing inside and was the last piece of cloth remaining on my body at that moment, “I have become a big fan of your legs now. You have amazing thighs and long legs. I would like to sleep between your legs for some time… Can I?”
I laughed shyly. That meant YES.
Peter kept looking at my well-shaved pussy for few seconds, “Gosh! This night will be the most fantastic night you ever had. Tina, just take my cock in your hand and taste it with your tongue.”
I thought to myself, "Oh God! This man is full of cum and I guess he is going to pour every drop of it in my mouth!”
However, without uttering a single word, I started sucking his throbbing cock covered with moist pre-cum. I could not take all of it in one go. So I took the dickhead in and started sucking it vigorously. Then I started licking all over his shaft using my tongue. I took his hairy balls in my salivating mouth and sucked on to those. Peter was enjoying the slut in me in action.
He snarled like a beast and giggled, “I knew that there is a sex-starved bitch in you… I will satisfy all your unfulfilled desires tonight… you will get everything from me tonight that your husband can never give you!”
As I kept performing the blow job on him, he continued in a dominating voice, “I would like to eat your pussy and taste the juice… I can smell it up here. Before that I will suck your boobs and make you aroused to the highest level! After that you will beg me to fuck you like a crazy whore!”
Listening to it, I cried out in sheer ecstasy, “I love you, Peter! Yes, please do whatever you wish to do with me tonight”.
With that I pulled him towards me by holding his hands. I made him lay on the bed beside me and whispered in a husky tone, “I never got a true Orgasm from my husband ever in my life… please make me a complete woman tonight! Can you?”
Peter started sucking my nipple, while squeezing my other boob with one hand. I started moaning, louder and louder. After 10 minutes I said, “Please eat my pussy now!”
So, Peter moved down to my pussy (in classic 69-position). He opened my shaved pussy lips and sucked my clitoris… then he started circling around my pussy-hole with his tongue. I was in the seventh heaven! The pleasure was unbearable, and I shouted in joy, “Oh Peter, you are the best pussy eater in the whole world… you should teach my husband how to do it!"
While he continued eating my pussy with more passion, I grabbed his cock in my mouth and started deep-throating it. In no time, I had my first orgasm. I cried out like a little girl, “Yes, Yes, YESSSSSSS”.
Peter licked my juice clean and kept on sucking my pussy and biting my clitoris. Within couple of minutes a volcano erupted. He sprayed several loads of white, thick cream in my mouth. Like a cum-hungry slut, I swallowed every single drop of it and said, “I have never done this for my husband ever in my life… but, I couldn’t control myself seeing you cum… it was so tasty. Now my pussy wants its share… please put your monster cock inside my tight pussy and, fuck me… fuck me like a filthy, road-side whore. I want to enjoy that pain… tear my pussy apart!”
Peter got up and sitting between my legs, he made me lie on my back. Holding my both legs with both his muscular hands, he forced me to spread my legs wide open. He opened my pussy lips and placed his hard cock on my waiting pussy. Then he started moving his cock circling around my soft pussy lips. I encouraged him to go further, “Oh Peter, you are giving the best pleasure of my life… I wish my husband could do even 1% of it!”
Peter got even hornier hearing me humiliating my husband. I used my hand to help him insert his cock in my pussy hole. With great force he sunk his entire length in my tight pussy, so much so that his erect cock was touching my womb entrance. Within 10 minutes, I came again holding him tight and shivering feverishly. His whole body was shaking too. I knew he was coming too. He came inside me and sprayed even bigger loads than last time. Both of us were gasping for some breath.
After few minutes of climax I calmed down and said, “Your cock has filled up my whole pussy. I had two orgasms already. My married pussy has never had so much of thrill! I want more… I am completely under your control, Peter… I’ll obey all your orders, but make me satisfied first… my husband has never fucked me like this before!"
He kissed me on my lips and said "Are you ready for the roller-coaster-ride, honey?"
I said, “You bet”.
Peter started fucking my cum-thirsty pussy by moving his erect cock in and out about half length in the pussy hole. I was just relaxing and enjoying his big cock, while he kept fucking. Then again after 12 minute of brutal love making session, he came inside me again. I was in heaven, as I came with him too.
We both held each other tightly and he collapsed on top of me. I was breathing heavily and sweating too. He started moving his hand in my hair and said, “Oh Tina! That was the best fuck I ever had! You were such a slut on bed!”
I kept kissing all over his sweat-covered, naked body… neck, chest, arms, thighs…everywhere. Then I calmed down and rested my face near his shoulder. I was enjoying the manly scent coming from his arm-pit.
After few minutes he got up and went to the bathroom. While Peter was cleaning his cock in the sink, I sat on the edge of my bed and thick cum started oozing from my pussy. I said "Peter, you fuck like a horse and you cum like a fountain! See, what you have done to my pussy… I wish I could continue to have more fun with a hunk like you! I loved being your whore tonight.”
He winked at me and told, “Not only for tonight… whenever I come to NJ on my business trips from now onwards, you will have a steamy date with me. I promise!” He came inside the bedroom.
Within 2 minutes, Peter was completely dressed up and ready to return to his party. He kissed me before leaving. I requested, “Well, please send Kumar back now… that poor guy has been taking care of your business all evening, while his slut wife was taking care of you!”
Peter smiled, “Sure, I will. Before that make sure you clean up my cum from your face and pussy… also re-do the bed… otherwise, any idiot would understand what went on here! He shouldn’t get to suspect that you are fucking someone. You must always remain a good, faithful wife in his eyes…” and, he left.
I had a different idea though. The final round of the captivating game was still remaining. I kept the main door unlocked and lied on the bed fully naked, without wiping off a single drop of the cum from my face, body or pussy. My “Saree”, blouse, petticoat, bra and panties were all scattered all over the floor. I was waiting on Kumar… with my left hand I was caressing my boobs and tweaking my nipples… with the middle finger of my right hand I started stimulating my wet pussy in a playful manner. My legs were facing the door, so that Kumar can have a good view of my just-fucked pussy and bare body, as soon as he enters the room.
I started wondering what will be Kumar’s reactions when he finds his wife in this condition! I was going to tell him about my BIG adventure tonight, but I will NEVER tell him who I fucked this time. I wanted Kumar to come back and taste my fresh, cum-filled cream-pie. However, he will never come to know who ejaculated the cum inside his wife’s pussy. I will ask him to lick that cum, taste it, smell it and guess how many times my imaginary lover might have cum inside me. I hope he will love the idea of me fucking some unnamed stranger!
This thought was a tremendous turn-on for me. I was getting mentally prepared for another pay-back fuck-routine from my jealous, cuckolded husband. I like humiliating my sissy husband by presenting my thoroughly fucked pussy and telling him how much I loved being fucked by another strong man. I share all the verbatim details with my husband…like how big the cock was, how I was treated like a whore, how hard I was fucked, how many times I was cummed inside my pussy or asshole or mouth. It does magic! Everytime I tell Kumar about how I was satisfied by another man, he puts his best efforts to do better than his competition. It’s double-pleasure for me. By becoming a HOTWIFE, I’m benefitting from both ways. This lifestyle has brought about so much of fun, variety & excitement in my otherwise monotonous life… in short, my life is now full of LIFE!!!
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