My Shy Wife Need Of A Real Man

 

“Fuck me harder she exclaimed” and that phrase echoed in my head the whole night. That’s right folks. I mean my charming Punjabi wife, the lady I fell in love with the first time I saw her.

 

 , Dilmeet and I had a love marriage and she came down to study engineering from Punjab. Dilmeet is another beautiful typical long haired Punjabi woman with a big busted hour-glass figure that is sexy as hell. She is in the same height as I am and very athletic with beautiful curvaceous body.

 

 I am relatively simple and straightforward: a south Indian Brahmin male with brains and a good pre-disposition for things scientific.

 

 He used to learn electronics related subjects from me as friends and we got into the relationship part of it as well. I am 5’6”, have a fat tummy, and thin arms that make me look like one who has hit the jackpot by marrying Dilmeet. This way I am not that well endowed for a dick measuring approximately 4. 3 to 5 inches when it is erect.

 

 Though I am financially more secure having got this big fat salary package in a big firm with Dilmeet being the home maker, tastefully decorating our home in Bangalore. Our relationship was engagement for 4 years and we tied the knot in 2011.

 

 Dilmeet and me, however, were trying for a baby ever since but to no avail and we are of the same age, about 31. We went to have ourselves tested and the doctor was telling me that it is because my sperm count is very low.

 

 I remember that in the college days we used to have another friend in the name of Tajinder who was Dilmeet’s friend as well.

 

 Tajinder and Dilmeet were close friends since childhood and he was a typical well endowed Punjabi guy, husky built, tall, dark and handsome, well-built, dusky, with thick beard, the guy who every Punjabi girl in college used to fancy and the guy who used to gym and work out at the gym where Dilmeet used to exercise.

He was our college rock band’s lead guitarist and at the same time a vocalist.

 

 We did not see them again ‘til recently, Tajinder decided to inform us that he has a posting to Bangalore and that until he gets into a good house he wants to live with us. We have a massive house in a fancy compound in bangalore and, had an extra room to cater for Taju, as she fondly calls him.

 

 Tajinder is unmarried. Sometimes Dilmeet and I engaged in sexual intercourses and I was normally the one who ejaculated after 30 seconds of intercourse. This would always annoy Dilmeet and eventually we never had a good sex life because of it.

 

 Dilmeet was a woman of high libido and as I said was as tall as me and was quite built for me I mean when she said she wished that I would lift her and f**K her she was so serious. I have a back problem which has been diagnosed as chronic in nature, therefore I am forbidden to lift weights. It was to say the least, that my situation was not very rosy.

 

 After about two days into our house sharing Tajinder and I decided that we would go out and dance at a club. Dilmeet, as usual used her beauty and Assets which included the pink colored skimpy clothing and knew how to master the makeup since college period. In fact, she was a woman who used to have all the men falling for her in college and even to this date she can still get that sort of attention.

 

 In as much as she is a fitness freak, she has done a great job to make herself look good. As you may imagine she was looking stunning on that particular evening and Tajinder was in his black suit ready to dance like a stud.

 

 I was dressed casually in jeans, T-shirt and sports shoes as am not very much into fashion.

As for me I have two lefteeet but Tajinder my beautiful Dilmeet was having the boots on the floor and they were dancing through out the night and they looked quite erotic. In fact people considered them as a couple when I was around the corner having my beer, gradually contributing more to my belly fat, and enjoying the company of my wife and her friend. We came back quite late that night at round 1:00 am and to our surprise Dilmeet was rather high.

 

 Tajinder had the capacity to drink like a Tank and I also enjoy my drink.

 

 And so it was agreed that we should move to our place that saturday night. I felt sleepy and fainted on the couch for some time. Tajinder and Dilmeet had never even glance at each other in a way that would lead to the pair being sexually involved.

 

 But in that particular night something went wrong.

 

 He met Dilmeet and they love each other so much that when I barely realized that I was half-asleep on my couch, they started passionately kissing, and this is the conversation which Tajinder had with Dilmeet. “I missed this Tajinder”. “I missed your thick-bearded face and lips”,"${3} he wrote to me, greeting me with a smile and laughter on his face”. “My husband is a decent man but very effeminate, has no hair on his body neither does he look muscular like you”. “I missed the moments when me and you used to make love like secluded lovers drifted away by winds of romance”. ”Ram doesn’t know our affair”.

 

 I was shocked by now. My drunk beautiful long haired busty wife was still uttering everything that she wanted to say, I was still eavesdropping.

 

 She undressed Tajinder and dressed him in his boxers and left him in the box. I saw two soft big round muscular arms and a body that any lady would die for. He had profuse chest hair with hair line extending till the genital area. His ugly countenance stared at me before getting closer to my lovely wife naked, and lifted her in his arms. “Ohh” she said when he lifted her.

 

She hung on him and slowly slid her rather small hands on to his broad shoulders and added,” You are still as muscular as when you used to play in college Taju”.

 

 He put her down and she began to kiss him on his chest and began to sniff at him. “Boys have a smell, and you smell so masculine and musky Tajinder”. “You have not loss any thing that belongs to being a man”.

 

 Tajnder then took my wife again, gave her a lift and led her to our room. They were about to screw in the same mattress where Dilmeet and I enjoyed sex. Well, seeing is believing but I must admit that for the first time ever I was able to enjoy what I saw.

 

 The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar and Tajinder untied my wife’s hair from the bun, letting it fall.

 

 He said,”You have such sexy hair Dilmeet. ” It smells so good”. He undressed my beautiful darling wife and left her in her remain in her black laced bra and panties.

 

 He started kissing her all over her body with his rough beard rubbing all over my wife’s lightly coloured body. He smelt her all over and said, “You are so soft and creamy. You smell so good Dilmeet”.

 

 He then removed her clothes naked as a birth<|reserved_special_token_274|>ogen. By now Dilmeet was completely drenched to the skin. They both started to undress and Tajinder unzipped his pants; what I perceived immediately, for the first time, gave me a feeling of jealousy. Out came a huge ugly circumcised 7-inch black dick. It would have been impossible to change the timbre of my voice in awe and I shouted “Oh”.

 

 Dilmeet and Tajinder were in front of me; they waved me through the door. Dilmeet called me inside. “Come in baby. Let it be us” she said. I saw two beautiful naked bodies which I wondered at. What followed, left me in utter shock to the bits.

The end Dillmeet asked me to strip off all my clothes. I reluctantly did it and Tajinder and Dilmeet only laughed. “See what I had to put up with Taju. ” she remarked to Tajinder. Here I was so insecure standing with my love handles falling off from either side and my thin arms.

 

 I stood in front of a mirror with all of us in it and I told the figure in the mirror, “This is not my place”. By now my dick was hard and all of 4. 5 inches. “What are you waiting for baby?” Dilmeet asked. ”Oh go ahead, stroke yourself off” she said.

 

 Tajinder removed Dilmeet on his strong arms and forced it big bulging circumcised cock into her wet pussy. “Oh,” she murmured sobbing with pleasure and discomfort, and that was the only thing that I could hear throughout the night. ‘Fucking Tajinder you animal!’ she remarked.

 

 Tajinder also opened his hair and he also had long silky hair.

 

 He penetrated my darling Dilmeet with full force like an animal, lifted an fucked her, bend her over, pulled her hair, and fucked her, squeezed her big breasts and sucked her nipples like a wild man, tossed her on bed again, used his knees to position himself well to fit that big dick erect for some time now into her wet pussy which was 6 times already while the man had not experienced any.

All of a sudden after this hard raw animal sex to her, he growled like an animal and sprayed his hot thick liquid sperm onto my lovely big breasted haired wife. “Cum inside me Tajinder. Make me pregnant. Show my wimp husband how it is done. Show him that you are a real man and he is just a silly, tiny little cuckold” said she.

 

 After this he again asked her to bend down and then he screwed her like a beast and again and again made Dilmeet to cum. She had wet me that night that I had to soak in the bathroom, the bed had been drenched with her love juices. Like a bull, he fired another hot load and once again fertilized my wife’s womb.

 

 I had become a 4 time masturbator in a single day with small minor drops of cum all over our bedroom. Screw it I sound and felt like one I tactfully proceeded to the guest room and slept feeling the chilly thumping crush after cumming in my pants again as the visuals of what I just saw replayed in my mind.

 

 My beautiful, loving, long haired, bustified wife was just addressed and behaved like a slut in front of my eyes by a stupid, inhuman man and she is pregnant with his child while I am going to be the father of the child.

 

 This used to go on quite frequently and I would tag along to eat the leftovers while the action was on till Tajinder shifted to another city in the following year. Now Dilmeet is the mother of a healthy baby boy.