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Subject: {ASSM} Indian wife Cuckold Husband (Humiliation, bondage, punishment)
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As told by my friend in Holland: -------------------------------- Tony,
This is what happened to me last weekend.

   She looked for the last time in the mirror of her dressing table,
finishing her makeup.  In the top drawer she put the syringe with a long
needle, which had been lying all the time on the leaf of the dressing
table. "Surprise," she said mysteriously.  She went back to the closet and
shut the door.  I heard the key is turned.  A narrow slit offered me a view
of our marital bed.  I was in the closet, on my knees, hands tied behind
their backs and my gagged with a black rubber dildo gag that was held
firmly in place by straps over my head and under my chin.  Each belt
carefully fastened.  Small padlocks on the buckles made it impossible for
me of, as she called it, to remove the "mouth shutter".

   "Do not run away, I'm going down," she whispered.  She was resplendent
in her yellow and green salwar-kameez, open golden shoes with high heels
and of course her exuberant makeup.  As if she would go to a Hindu
marriage. She grabbed her iPhone and descended the stairs.  I heard the
click-clack of her heels.

   It was not long before the doorbell rang.  I knew exactly what would
happen.  She received him in the living room.  He put the envelope
containing the gift card on the table.  Never money.  She knew her lovers
(as she called her customers) to play perfect.  Her charming Indian accent,
her smiles, her dark eyes, bindi on her temple (the sign of her marriage to
me), her hand gestures.  Sheila had everything under control.

   They came upstairs.  He took a shower, she undressed meantime.

   The bedroom door opened.  A muscular man.  He was younger than her, only
in his thirties.  His cock was hard.

   I was excited, but my cock was nowhere to go, Trapped in the chastity
belt, pointed forced down, trying to erect but unable for an erection. 
This is the way my wife wanted it.

   The sex was short but sweet.  The prelude short.  My wife gave him the
condom and blew his cock even harder.  Then he fucked her hard, very hard.
Just as she always wanted.  "You, you, a real, horny, nasty, Hindu whore,"
he groaned.  His cock was deep in her.  When he came.  He stayed briefly in
her and then retired.  My wife removed the condom and tied it shut. 
Carelessly she put the filled bag on the nightstand.

   He took another shower.  Then they went out.

   It seemed an eternity before she was back in the bedroom.  She was
dressed in a simple dress she had done fast.  She turned the key and opened
the door.  Freshly fucked and not showered reminded the mix of sweat and
perfume still on her hot sex adventure.  "Ah, the lovely boy.  150 Euros,
not bad for a few minutes work.  " She gave me a wink.  "The next time he
wants to fuck the ass."

   She walked over to her dressing table, opened the drawer and took out
the syringe.  As a former nurse she knew exactly how to use it.  She stuck
the needle into the condom and sucked the cum.  She laughed.

   "Yes, that hole in your dildo is not just for the air." She stuck the
needle through the tube that ran lengthwise through the dildo.  And
injected the sperm into my mouth.

   "The seed of my lovers will weaken you further.  Swallow everything and
let his seed find its way through your esophagus.  My lover penetrates deep
into you.  Do not struggle, let it happen.  You're weak, you want nothing
else.  " Her smile was irresistible.

   She walked to the other side of the bedroom, opened the closet and
grabbed the whip.  "Come to the basement.  You deserve punishment.  Filthy
voyeur, you are.  ".  She allowed me to cum only after she punished me for
being a voyeur.
   Dick from Holland 

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