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From Mumbai Wife to African Slut (Episode 5)

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Diya stood trembling in the glowing pool, thick streams of Juma’s cum still leaking from her stretched pussy and swirling in the water around her thighs. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples rock-hard from the cool night air and the intensity of her orgasms. She turned her head slightly, locking eyes with Gaurav, who remained frozen on the deck, his trousers tented obscenely.

“Gaurav…” Diya’s voice came out breathy and husky, laced with guilt and raw lust. “Baby… I’m sorry… but it feels so good. His cock is so much thicker than yours. I can’t stop…”

Juma chuckled deeply behind her, his large hands still gripping her wide hips possessively. He pulled her back against his muscular chest, one hand sliding up to cup and squeeze her heavy left breast while the other dipped between her legs, casually playing with her cum-slick clit.

“Look at your husband, Diya,” Juma commanded, his deep baritone commanding. “Tell him exactly how you feel with a real man inside you.”

Diya bit her lip, her cheeks burning, but the words spilled out anyway, driven by the overwhelming arousal. “Gaurav… I’ve never been fucked like this. Juma’s cock reaches so deep… it’s stretching me in places you’ve never touched. Every time he thrusts, I feel like I’m going to cum again. My pussy is so full of his cum already… and I still want more.”

Gaurav’s hand unconsciously moved to the bulge in his pants, rubbing slowly as he stared at his wife’s well-used body. His voice was shaky. “Diya… you look so fucking hot right now.”

Juma grinned, his thick cock — still hard and glistening — pressing against Diya’s ass again. “Hear that, slut? Your husband likes watching you get ruined. Get out of the pool and show him what a good hotwife you are.”

Juma helped Diya out of the water. She stood naked on the deck, legs slightly apart, cum visibly dripping down her inner thighs. Water and semen glistened on her smooth skin under the moonlight. Juma stepped out behind her, towering over her curvy frame.

“On your knees, Diya,” Juma ordered.

Diya obeyed instantly, dropping to her knees in front of the powerful politician. She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, then glanced sideways at Gaurav. “Watch me, Gaurav,” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. “Watch me suck the cock that just fucked your wife so well.”

She wrapped both hands around Juma’s massive, veiny shaft — her fingers barely meeting — and stroked him slowly. Leaning forward, Diya parted her full lips and took the fat head into her warm mouth. She moaned loudly around his cock as she tasted their combined juices. “Mmm… you taste so good mixed with my pussy,” she murmured between licks, her tongue swirling around the crown before she pushed deeper, trying to take as much as she could.

Juma groaned, placing a hand on the back of her head. “That’s it, good girl. Suck it like you mean it. Show your husband how much you love black cock now.”

Diya bobbed her head enthusiastically, slurping and sucking with wet, obscene sounds. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her bouncing breasts. She pulled off for a moment, gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “It’s so big, Juma… I can barely fit it in my mouth. Gaurav, look how thick it is. My jaw is already aching… but I love it.”

She dove back in, taking him deeper, gagging slightly as the head hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop — pumping the base with her hand while sucking hard on the top half.

Gaurav had pulled his own cock out now, stroking himself slowly as he watched his wife worship the Minister’s massive dick.

Juma suddenly pulled Diya up by her hair, not roughly but firmly. “Enough. Bend over the lounge chair. I want to fuck you while your husband strokes his little cock and watches.”

Diya moved quickly, bending over the cushioned lounge chair, arching her back and spreading her legs. She looked back over her shoulder at Gaurav. “Come closer, baby. Sit right there and watch him take me again. I want you to see every inch sliding into your wife’s pussy.”

Gaurav obeyed, moving to a nearby chair, his eyes glued to the scene.

Juma positioned himself behind Diya, rubbing his thick cockhead up and down her sloppy, cum-filled slit. “Beg for it, Diya. Tell your husband what you need.”

Diya’s voice was desperate and filthy now. “Please, Juma… fuck me hard. Fill me again with your big African cock. Gaurav, I need it so bad. My pussy is aching for him. Watch how he stretches me… how he makes me scream. I’m your hotwife now, baby… and I love it.”

With a powerful thrust, Juma slammed back into her, making Diya cry out in pleasure. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes! So deep… you’re hitting my cervix, Juma… don’t stop!”

He pounded her relentlessly, the lounge chair creaking under the force. Diya’s heavy breasts swung wildly with every thrust. She kept talking between moans, her words punctuated by the wet slapping of skin.

“Gaurav… listen to how wet I am… you can hear it, right? His balls are slapping my clit… I’m going to cum again… I’m cumming on his cock while you watch!”

Her body convulsed as another intense orgasm ripped through her, pussy gushing around Juma’s thrusting shaft. Juma groaned loudly, gripping her hips tighter as he chased his own release.

“Take it all, you married Indian slut,” he growled. “I’m going to flood your womb again.”

He buried himself deep and erupted, pumping fresh loads of thick cum deep inside Diya while Gaurav stroked himself furiously, eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal.

Diya collapsed onto the lounge chair, panting, cum overflowing from her ruined pussy. She looked at Gaurav with heavy-lidded eyes and smiled weakly.

“Baby… I think I’m addicted.”

Juma pulled out slowly, his cock still dripping. He looked between husband and wife with a satisfied, dominant grin.

“Tomorrow is the final day of your stay. I have plans for both of you… much dirtier ones.”

To be continued in Episode 6…