Unexpected Road Trip With Lakshmi And Her Cuckold Husband Part-2

The room was dim, with only one bedside lamp casting a soft golden hue. The air conditioner hummed low, but my skin was already warm—burning from inside. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard.

“You can sleep with her,” Bijesh repeated, now lying sideways on the sofa, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and arousal.

I looked at him, searching for any sign of sarcasm, but there was none. He was dead serious. Then I turned to her—Lakshmi.

She didn’t say a word. She was lying on the edge of the bed, the satin nighty riding up her thighs, revealing creamy, thick legs that seemed to go on forever. Her back was toward me, but she turned her face slightly, a soft, knowing smile playing on her lips. Her eyes flickered down toward the bed next to her—an invitation—and then back at me.

My body moved before my mind could catch up. I climbed into bed beside her, slowly, carefully. My hand brushed her thigh, and she shivered slightly, but didn’t flinch. I let my hand linger, feeling her warm, soft skin, so inviting under my touch.

Then I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, “Are you sure about this?”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, her hand reached back, sliding up my thigh with bold, unhesitating movements, and gently rested over the bulge in my shorts. She squeezed, slowly, deliberately, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

My cock twitched instantly under her touch, aching for more. I leaned in further, brushing my lips along her shoulder, kissing that sweet curve where her neck met her collarbone. She shivered again, her breath hitching as her nighty strap slipped off one shoulder, exposing the slope of her breast.

I pulled her toward me, her back pressing into my chest, her ass pushing perfectly into my crotch. My hand slid over her belly, then up, until it cupped her right breast. No bra. Just warm, soft flesh in my palm, her nipple hardening instantly under my touch. She moaned softly—barely audible, but I felt it resonate through her body and into mine.

I turned her around to face me. Her lips were already parted, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched my own. The heat between us was unbearable, a inferno that threatened to consume us both.

I kissed her hungrily, our tongues tangling in a desperate dance. She bit my lower lip gently, her hands grabbing my shirt and pulling it off with urgent, desperate movements. Her fingers trailed over my chest, tracing the ridges of my abs, leaving a path of fire in their wake. Then they moved lower, reaching into my shorts, wrapping around my cock.

“Oh my god…” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “You’re… big.”

I smiled against her lips, kissing her harder as I pushed her nighty up, exposing her glorious body to my hungry gaze. Thick thighs, wide hips, and a neatly trimmed pussy that glistened under the soft light, inviting me in. She was soaked, her body ready for me.

I slid down between her legs, her gasp filling the room as my lips touched her inner thighs. I kissed upward, inch by inch, teasing her, tasting her skin, feeling her tremble beneath me. When my tongue finally found her heat, she bucked her hips, her legs trembling as she cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck… don’t stop…” she moaned, louder this time, her fingers digging into my hair, holding me against her.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Bijesh. He was watching, his eyes dark with lust. Lying on the sofa, his head turned slightly, eyes open, he was stroking himself slowly through his shorts, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

And that turned me on even more. Knowing he was watching, knowing he was enjoying this as much as we were.

Lakshmi pulled me up to her, her eyes filled with a desperate need. “I want you inside me… now.”

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled off my shorts, and she guided me in, her wetness welcoming me like a hot, tight glove. She gasped loudly as I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me, her body accommodating mine.

We started slow, our bodies moving in sync, her legs wrapped around my waist, her nails scratching my back, leaving marks that I knew would be there tomorrow. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurred me on.

“You feel so good…” she whispered, her voice broken, her eyes locked on mine.

I leaned down, my lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss as I thrust deeper, harder. “You’re mine tonight,” I growled against her lips.

She nodded, her body arching off the bed to meet my thrusts. “Yes… take me… harder.”

I picked up the pace, our bodies slapping together, the wet sounds of our lovemaking filling the room. Her voice rose, her moans turning into cries of pleasure as I pounded into her, our bodies slick with sweat.

She came hard, her legs tightening around me, her voice breaking into breathless cries as her orgasm washed over her. I followed soon after, emptying myself inside her, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my seed. I collapsed on top of her, our bodies trembling, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, there was silence, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one.

Then a low voice from the sofa broke the silence. Bijesh: “That was beautiful.”

Lakshmi smiled, her eyes closed, a contented sigh escaping her lips. I turned my head slightly and saw him, his hand still moving slowly under the fabric of his shorts, his eyes locked on our entwined bodies.

“Thank you,” he said softly, his voice hoarse with emotion. “For giving her what she needs.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just held her close, her fingers curling around mine, our bodies still joined as we drifted off to sleep, content and spent.

That night, I slept naked beside her, her leg thrown over mine, her body curled into me like a contented cat. Bijesh lay on the sofa, a small smile playing on his lips, his eyes closed, his hand finally still.

And that was just night one.