Priya’s disdain for her husband comes to a head, and her relationship changes forever…
I’ve been worrying for weeks what I should do. I found out I’m pregnant with my white affair partner’s baby, but my husband and I are Indian. I don’t know if I should leave him, even though he’s a terrible husband. But I can’t commit to it. I’m three weeks pregnant and haven’t told either one yet. Connor and I have continued to fuck since then and every time I think this will be the time I finally stand up and leave my husband but I chicken out. I don’t know what I was supposed to think or do, but unknowingly I forced the situation to a head one day. My husband confronted me, shouting like usual, that’s there’s stains on his clothes and that I didn’t wash them properly. When I saw the shirt he was holding I realized that it was laying on the floor in a pile beneath where Connor was standing as he unloaded into my pussy yesterday. Those stains were cum from my secret lover, and there’s no way my husband couldn’t smell it. If not, he really is clueless.
“I’m sorry Arjun, I’ll do better next time.” I said to him.
“You better, all the work I do and my clothes are still dirty and wait *sniffs the stain* why does this smell like sperm? Who’s cum is this Priya!? I would never cum on my shirt like this, it’s my favorite, you know that!” he began to shout.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Are you saying I’m some kind of tramp? After all I do around here?” I shouted back.
“Don’t yell at me woman! I know the smell of cum and this surely isn’t mine! With all my time at work you surely have men lined up around the block waiting for their chance with you, I know it! All the disrespect I get, and now I find out I live with a whore!” he shouted at me from across the room.
“Disrespect!? You? What about all teh things you say and do to me? All you’ve done for years is treat me like a roommate that you want to get rid of! You have no idea how to make a woman happy or feel loved, but what can you expect when your parents found your wife for you? You never had to seduce me, not tat you could, years of “sex” with you, if you can even call it that You’ve said we don’t have kids because I’m infertile, maybe it’s because you have the smallest dick known to man! I’ve seen children with bigger cocks than yours!” I screamed at him.
“Where is this hatred coming from? You dare insult my cock, when you beg for it every night! I cum in you day in day out and yet no children. But surely it’s my “small dick” you say. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were on birth control for all the men you’ve been fucking behind my back!” he shouted in response.
“When have I ever begged to fuck you? You couldn’t make a woman orgasm if your life depended on it! Don’t think I haven’t seen you watching porn either! You jerk your “dick” off to real men fucking women then try it on me only to fail. You cum on your own clothes and yell at me. Well fuck you, I’m leaving!” I told him finally. I didn’t stop to take anything, I just walked out he door of our apartment and left. What I said was true though, he had almost no dick to speak of at all, and had never once given me an orgasm. Sex was painfully boring with him and it’s because he never had to fight to win me since his parents set him up with me in an arranged marriage years ago. I’ve basically been a childhood toy he’s been bored of for years. I knew he didn’t really care for me, and I often thought how pathetic he was, but it was confirmed after her made no attempts to stop me.
As I walked out the building, I got on a bus outside and went to the stop closeted to Connor’s apartment. I texted him on the way there and told him what happened and he said he’d be waiting. I knew he was single and would let me stay the night. When I got to his door I didn’t feel sad, or like crying like you see in movies. I felt happier than ever, I finally walked out on my neglectful husband. Connor opened the door wearing a nice robe and sweatpants. It was late enough at night I would do the same. He welcomed me in and gave me a hug as he shut the door. I already smelled food cooking and he invited me to come eat dinner with him. To be honest, I wasn’t really hungry, but I ate anyway since no one had made me a meal like this since I was a girl. After months of fucking, in the most passionate and intense ways, this felt like a first date. Just sitting here eating and talking with him made me more turned on than my husband’s emotionless small talk, or his expectation that I have food ready whenever he’s hungry no matter what time it might be he decides to come home. Perhaps I was too young to see it, but my father never treated my mother so rudely. If he did I’m sure my mother would’ve left, too, or at least tried.
I don’t know if Connor though he’d be getting into my pants tonight or not, but he most certainly would be. In fact, I was finding it hard to control myself, wanting to jump him right here on the table and just ride the night away sucking the cum out of his balls like a vacuum into my pussy. Why him? Why do I have such a draw towards white men when I should want other Indian men? I don’t know, but I figure that if he hasn’t left or told me to leave after saying that not only did I leave my husband but I’m carrying his baby, odds are he really loves me too. I cleaned up our dishes and he walked up behind me, reaching around my waist as he pressed against my ass, rubbing over my pussy and kissing my neck. I pushed my ass softly back against his throbbing erection. Even through his pants he’s bigger than my husband. I reached and grabbed his left hand and moved it over my body to my breast. He felt up my left boob, then the right. All while fingering my pussy over my pants.
“You don’t have to do my dishes, they can wait. Let’s get you comfortable…: he whispered in my ear as he spun me around to give me a kiss. As our lips met, it wasn’t a cheating kiss like the many we’ve had so far. This one was special. I was truly his now, even if only we knew it. I began to take my clothes off, not hard when your lover helps, and before we made it out of his kitchen we were both naked. I had hoped up into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist while he walked us to the bedroom. Not just my legs, but my arms as well, pressing my tits firmly against his chest which only made his mighty cock even harder. I was sitting on it, like a hotdog bun upside down, not actually penetrating, but perched and dripping juices I didn’t know I could produce. Finally he tossed me onto his bed and got out his oil. Normally I told him to take it easy with his sex oil since I had to clean up for my husband, but now I didn’t care.
“Pour it on me baby! Cover me with it!” I moaned as he sprayed it on my chest and rubbed it into my tits, down over my belly and all over my thighs, ass and pussy. Before we really got started, we rubbed each other down until we were glistening i the light. I could only spread my legs back for him as his rock solid pole entered my aching, begging pussy.
“Oh fuck! YES!” I moaned, “Please fuck me deep!”
He bent down to my ear and whispered as he slowly pumped in and out of me, “Mama’s getting fucked hard tonight!” I grabbed his neck and held him tight to me, forcing his strokes to go longer and deeper in my cunt. I want and need a real man to stretch me like this, thank God I finally can fuck him freely without hiding.
“Wait! Just wait a minute!” I moaned for him to stop. “Get a camera, better yet two, and film this for my pathetic cuck of a husband to see. I want him to know what a real man looks like fucking me!” I said. Connor went back to the kitchen and grabbed our phones. He set his up behind us on the table to watch from behind as he plowed me, and held onto mine to capture his perspective as I melted underneath his powerful manhood.
“You look so beautiful, baby! I love your creamy brown skin, it looks so good around my white cock! I can’t wait to meet our baby!” he moaned as he fucked me. I just lost myself in the intensity of it all. My tits bouncing back and forth, every part of me rippling as he thrusts into me. No woman has lived until she’s been fucked like this, life’s too short for me not to.
As his cock reached further into my pussy than anything else ever has, all I could do in this moment was throw my head back in pure bliss as he rubbed my clit. “THANK GOD! THANK GOD! THANK YOU GOD FOR THIS WONDERFUL MAN! JESUS FUCK I LOVE THIS COCK!” I shouted out in unmatched ecstasy. The orgasm that hit was one which I’ve never felt before. It would defy belief for you to tell me that this was only the first of many I’d feel tonight. How can one man be so gifted in pleasing me sexually like this, and another so thoroughly inept? Why did I have to waste my best years serving the man that can’t find my clit with two hands and a flashlight when I should’ve been getting railed and bred by this stallion since I was 16? I mean for fucks sake, I could’ve been having children with him for almost 20 years now, do you know how many kids I could’ve been raising? Well I’ve made one mistake, but I won’t make another. I’m staying with him for good, and we’re having as many children as he can fill my pussy with until my eggs are spent!
Speaking of filling my pussy, his throbbing cock couldn’t have a tighter time inside my vise-grip pussy if you tried. My mind and body were of one mind as he stuffed me full of his meat. I felt myself start to slip into yet another intense orgasm. This time I knew he’d be joining me in the climax. I’ve had countless so far tonight, and most were either nerve-wrecking, muscle-locking orgasms that had me silently loosing my mind, or the ones that sent me into a screaming fit as my over-stimulated pussy tried to escape his cock, only for him to hold me down and continue to rail me just to prolong my climax. This time though even he couldn’t hold back as he grabbed my waist with both hands, spread my legs apart and fucked me hard and deep until, “YES! YES! YES! OH FUUUUCK!” he grunted as his body collapsed on top of mine as the cum rocketed out of his cock and against my cervix. With his weight on me, my tits were pressed down like pillows between our bodies. He gave me a few more pumps with his still erect cock just to force his load deeper inside me. I could feel how tight his balls were pressed between his ass and mine. His balls would probably be aching from the strain of cumming so much into me tonight. But, I’d be here in the morning to suck on them, and soothe them however I could.
HE finally rolled over and we caught our breath. I tried to get up but my legs were too wobbly to use, so I asked him to hand me the phones. I stopped recording, sent his footage to my phone and watched the playback as he laid back down beside me. Fuck we looked hot together, just like the porn my useless husband beats of to. I bet he’ll enjoy stroking his “dick” to the video of me and my new lover, cause it’s the only action he’ll get out of me for the rest of our lives. I sent the footage to him and said this is how a real man fucks his wife. But no response at all. Even if he begged me to come back, he’d have to agree that my new man is in charge, and that he’s a cuck. Connor and I will fuck whenever and wherever we want, even if we have to use his favorite clothes to wipe our cock and pussy up once we’re done. If he agrees, than so be it I guess. Otherwise, he can go fuck himself and I’ll stay happy with my new man, after all, he’ll have plenty to watch…
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