Indian wife fucked in the office and takes a treat home for her Cuck husband

Sian a married 55 year old woman with 36DD tits and a shaven brown pussy works with an older boss Dave who enjoys perving at her every opportunity he gets and making sexual comments to her.

Her husband, Raman, is a sexless cuck who encourages her to dress in tight revealing clothes so that other men would find her attractive. Sian often finds herself getting wet at work, knowing that her husband gets off on the thought of her being desired by others. She is wearing a short black skirt and a red blouse that accentuates her voluptuous figure.

Her boss, Dave, is a tall, muscular, and very attractive white man in his mid-forties with a cock that is rumored to be legendary around the office. She's seen it in photos and can't help but fantasize about it. She feels a thrill run down her spine as she walks into his office for their weekly meeting. She sits down and crosses her legs, her skirt riding up slightly, revealing her dark stocking tops and hint of her plump thighs. She knows that he’s looking.

Dave takes a deep breath and his eyes drift down to her cleavage, which is almost spilling out of her blouse. He licks his lips and clears his throat before starting the meeting. Sian notices his hand shake slightly as he holds his pen, and she wonders if it's from lust or nerves. The tension in the room is palpable, thick with sexual energy. She feels her nipples harden under her bra and can feel the wetness growing between her legs.

Suddenly, Dave leans forward and says in a low, gruff voice, "You know, Sian, I've been thinking about your proposal." He pauses, his eyes locked onto hers. "I think we should discuss it further." His tone is suggestive, and she knows exactly what he means.

Her heart races as she nods, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked. "Yes, Dave," she says, "I'd like that." She can feel the heat radiating from her cheeks, a blush that she knows he finds irresistible.

Dave stands up and walks around his desk, his hand reaching for the back of her chair. He gently pulls it closer to him, so that she has to lean in to hear him better. "But I think we should do it in a more... private setting," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear.

Sian's pulse skyrockets. She can't believe this is happening. She's always fantasized about this moment, and now it's here. She nods again, her eyes never leaving his.

He leads her to a small, windowless conference room down the hall, his hand on the small of her back. The door clicks shut behind them, and they are alone. The room is cool, but she feels like she's on fire.

He pulls her into his arms, and she gasps as his hands slide up her body, cupping her breasts through her blouse. His thumbs graze her nipples, making them peak even more. She arches her back, pushing herself into his touch, and he groans.

He kisses her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, making her moan. His hands move down to her waist, and he lifts her onto the conference table. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. She can feel his erection pressing against her, and she squirms with anticipation.

Dave reaches down and hikes her skirt up, exposing her red lace panties. He runs his hands over them, feeling the heat and wetness. "Someone's eager," he says with a smirk.

Sian bites her lip and nods. "Yes," she whispers, "I've been waiting for this."

With one swift motion, he rips her panties aside and plunges two fingers into her wetness. She gasps and throws her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. He pumps them in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit.

Her orgasm builds quickly, and she tightens her grip on his shoulders. She can feel it coming, her body trembling with pleasure. "Dave," she moans, "I'm going to cum."

He chuckles darkly. "Not yet, Sian," he says, pulling his hand away. He unbuckles his pants, revealing the monster cock she's dreamt about for so long. It's thick and veiny, standing proudly against his stomach. "You're going to take all of this," he says, stroking it. "And you're going to love it."

Sian feels her pussy clench at the sight of him. She's never seen anything so big. She nods, her mouth watering. "Please, Dave," she begs, spreading her legs wider for him.

He steps closer, the head of his cock touching her wetness. He teases her, rubbing it against her clit before sliding it down to her entrance. "Ready?" he asks, his voice gruff with lust.

"Yes," she whispers, her eyes locked onto his.

With one powerful thrust, he's inside her. She cries out, her body stretching to accommodate his size. He starts to move, slow and deep, his cock filling her up completely. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure through her body, making her toes curl. She's never felt so full, so alive.

Sian's nails dig into the conference table as he picks up the pace. She can feel her orgasm building again, the pressure inside her mounting. "Fuck me, Dave," she moans, "Fuck me like you own me."

He grunts in response, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pistons in and out of her. She's so wet, so slippery, that he can feel every inch of her tight pussy clenching around him. It's like nothing he's ever experienced before, and he knows he won't be able to get enough of it.

He leans over, his mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss as he continues to fuck her. His tongue tangles with hers, mimicking the rhythm of his hips. Sian wraps her arms around his neck, holding on tight as he drives into her, harder and faster.

Her walls tighten around him, and she feels the familiar sensation of climax approaching. "Dave," she whimpers, "I'm gonna cum."

He breaks the kiss, panting heavily. "Do it, Sian," he urges, his eyes dark with desire. "Cum all over my cock."

That's all it takes. She screams his name as she shatters around him, her pussy contracting violently. Dave watches her face, the way she bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut, and he knows he's in control. He starts to move again, slower now, savoring the feel of her tight pussy milking him.

Her orgasm subsides, but she's still so sensitive that even the slightest touch sends jolts of pleasure through her. He starts to pick up the pace again, his cock swelling inside her. "You're mine, Sian," he says, his voice low and possessive.

Her breath hitches in her throat. "Yes," she whispers, "I'm yours."

Dave's strokes become more erratic as he gets closer to the edge. He can feel his balls tightening, his orgasm building. He pulls out of her and flips her over, making her lie on her stomach. He spreads her cheeks, revealing her glistening pussy and tight asshole.

"I'm going to claim you," he says, his voice thick with lust. "Every part of you."

Sian nods, her heart racing. She's never done this before, but with Dave, she's willing to try anything. He positions himself at her entrance and pushes in, the head of his cock breaching her tight hole.

The pain is intense, but she knows it's only temporary. She relaxes, letting him in inch by inch. He's so gentle, so caring, despite his rough exterior. It's a side of him she's never seen before, and it only makes her want him more.

Once he's fully sheathed inside her, he starts to move again. She feels so full, so used. It's a feeling she never knew she needed until this moment. She gasps and moans, her body writhing beneath him as he fucks her ass with a passion that borders on obsession.

Her second orgasm hits her like a freight train, stealing her breath. She bucks her hips back into him, her body begging for more. Dave's grip on her hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he feels her sphincter clench around his shaft. The pleasure is indescribable, a mix of pain and euphoria that sends shockwaves through his body. He can feel his own climax approaching, his balls tightening with every deep push into her warm, welcoming ass.

Reaching around, he finds her swollen clit and starts to rub it in firm, quick circles. Sian's moans become more frantic, her body shaking with every touch. "Cum for me, Sian," he growls, his voice deep and commanding. "Let me hear you scream my name."

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with their ragged breaths and muffled cries. The tension in her body builds until she's a tightly coiled spring, ready to snap. And then she does, her pussy spasming around his fingers as she cums hard, her juices coating the conference table beneath her.

Dave can't hold on any longer. He pulls out and flips her onto her back, his cock glistening with her juices. She opens her mouth, eager to taste him, and he obliges, pushing his cock into her mouth. She takes him deep, her tongue swirling around his head, her cheeks hollowing with each suck.

He groans, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He pulls out and paints her face with his cum, rope after rope landing on her cheeks, her nose, and her open mouth. She swallows, licking her lips hungrily, loving the salty taste of his desire.

They both pant, trying to catch their breath, their bodies slick with sweat. Sian looks up at Dave, her eyes glazed with pleasure and satisfaction. He leans down and wipes a strand of hair from her face, a gentle touch that belies the roughness of their encounter.

"You're mine now," he says, his voice softer but no less possessive. "And every time you think about this, you'll know it's because you wanted it."

Sian nods, her voice hoarse. "I do," she whispers. "I want this."

He smiles, a smug look crossing his face. "Good," he says, "Because I plan to make sure you never forget it."

Their eyes lock as they both come down from their high. They know they've crossed a line, but neither of them cares. In that moment, all that matters is the intense connection they share and the promise of more illicit encounters to come.

Dave reaches for a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wipes the cum from Sian's face, the gesture surprisingly tender. She takes it from him, smiling shyly, and wipes the rest herself, savoring the feel of his essence on her skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, running a thumb over her swollen lips.

Sian blushes and looks away, feeling more exposed than she has in years. But with Dave, she feels safe, desired, and alive. She pulls herself up onto her knees, her skirt still hiked up around her waist, her pussy still dripping from their rendezvous.

He watches her, his eyes hooded with lust, as she takes his still-hard cock in her hand and guides it back to her mouth. She sucks him deep, relishing the taste of her own arousal on him. It's a heady feeling, one she never knew existed until now.

Dave's hand rests on the back of her head, guiding her movements. He's lost in the sensation of her hot, wet mouth around him, her tongue flicking over his sensitive tip. He can feel his orgasm building again, and he knows he won't last long.

With a final, deep moan, he comes again, filling her mouth with his seed. She swallows, her eyes never leaving his, and then leans back, her chest heaving with exertion.

They both stand, their bodies trembling slightly. Sian smooths down her skirt and adjusts her blouse, trying to compose herself. Dave zips up his pants and tucks in his shirt, his face a mask of calm professionalism once more.

"Thank you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

He raises an eyebrow. "Thank me?"

"For making me feel like this," she clarifies, her cheeks flushing. "For showing me that I can still be desired."

He steps closer, his hand on her cheek, turning her face to look at him. "You're always desired, Sian. Your husband is a fool for not seeing it every day."

The mention of Raman sends a thrill through her. The thought of him knowing, watching, maybe even participating, sends another wave of arousal through her.

"But our little secret," she whispers.

Dave nods. "Our little secret," he agrees, his thumb tracing her lower lip.

They share a final kiss, one that's sweet and lingering, filled with the promise of future encounters. Then, with one last look at each other, they leave the conference room, returning to the world outside, forever changed by what they've just shared.

The rest of the workday passes in a blur. Sian can't focus on anything but the ache between her legs and the taste of Dave still on her tongue. She knows that when she gets home, she'll have to tell Raman all about it. She can't wait to see the look on his face, to hear his excitement in his voice. It's a thrill she's come to crave, almost as much as she craves the feeling of Dave's cock inside her.

As she walks out of the office that evening, she knows that she's found what she's been searching for. Not just a release for her sexual hunger, but a connection that goes beyond the physical. She's found someone who understands her desires, who can give her the pleasure she needs. And she's willing to do whatever it takes to keep him coming back for more.

The air outside is cool, but Sian is still flushed from their encounter. She takes a deep breath, feeling alive for the first time in a long time. This is just the beginning of her new life, a life filled with passion, desire, and the occasional meeting in a small, windowless conference room.

As she strides to her car, she sends a text to Raman. "I have a surprise for you tonight," she writes, her heart racing with excitement. She knows he'll be waiting for her, eager to hear every detail, to live vicariously through her experiences. And she'll give it all to him, every delicious detail, because that's what a good cuckold wife does.

The drive home is a blur of racing thoughts and pulsing need. She can still feel Dave's cock inside her, stretching her, filling her up, making her his. She reaches down to touch herself, her fingers finding her swollen clit. It's sore from the rough treatment, but she can't help but rub it, reawakening the pleasure that's still lingering.

When she walks through the door, Raman is waiting for her, his eyes eager. He can sense the change in her, the scent of sex clinging to her. "Tell me," he says, his voice husky with lust.

Sian takes a deep breath and begins her story, recounting every moment of her rendezvous with Dave. She describes his touch, his kiss, the feel of his cock inside her. Raman's eyes glaze over, his own cock growing hard as he listens. He can't help but stroke himself as she talks, the cuckold fantasy coming to life in his mind.

Her voice drops to a whisper as she tells him about the last act, how Dave had claimed her, marked her as his. Raman's hand moves faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "And now," she says, "now I'm going to let you taste him on me."

She straddles him, her pussy still slick from their encounter. She lowers herself onto his face, grinding against his mouth. He laps up her juices, the taste of another man's cum mixing with hers. It's a heady combination, one that drives him wild with desire.

Her orgasm crashes over her again, and she cries out, her hips bucking against his mouth. He's lost in the scent and flavor of her, in the power of knowing that he's not the only one who gets to enjoy her. It's a strange, exhilarating feeling, one that makes him feel alive in a way he never has before.

As she comes down from her high, she leans back, her hand stroking his hair. "I want you to watch," she purrs, "The next time he fucks me."

The words send a jolt through Raman's body. He's never been more turned on in his life. The idea of watching his wife take another man's cock, of seeing her lose herself in pleasure, is almost too much to handle.

He nods, his cock throbbing against her thigh. "Yes," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'll watch."

Sian smiles, a wicked glint in her eye. "Good boy," she says, sliding off him. "Because this is just the beginning."

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