Story of my wife fucking the perfect stranger

The moment I entered the compartment, Reddy excused himself and went out. I made sure that Reddy, the perfect stranger, was out of sight. Then I closed the compartment door again and turned back.
I saw my beautiful wife Kavita standing right behind me. As I turned back, she hugged me tightly. I could clearly feel that she was feeling guilty. I held her cheeks with both my hands kissed her forehead.
“It’s alright, you don’t have to feel guilty. I made you do it. You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to,” I tried to calm her down. Kavita looked at me and kissed me passionately. She made sure to push her tongue in my mouth.

I could clearly tell from that kiss that she was turned on by her act with Reddy.
“Do you want to continue?” I asked her.
“I don’t know. Do you want me to continue? Are you jealous?” My wife asked me back.
It was all my idea. I didn’t want Kavita to know that I got a bit jealous seeing her and Reddy kiss so passionately. But it even made me excited.
“No, I am not jealous at all if you continue. I will fully support you, baby. It was my idea, after all,” I encouraged her, hiding my emotion.
All of a sudden, she moved her hand onto my dick and felt my erect dick. I think my erect dick gave her the signal to continue.
“I would do anything for you. You sleep on the upper berth,” Kavita said, pressing my hard-on.
“So you are going to do it?” I asked her again.
“We will see,” she said and again started kissing me.
We kissed for a few seconds, and then she told me to go to the upper berth and pretend to sleep.
I unwillingly separated from my wife and moved to the berth above. As I was settling on the upper berth, Reddy returned from the washroom. Kavita gave him a glance and sat on her berth.
“Does anyone have to go out?” Reddy asked, holding the door of the compartment. I shook my head, and then he looked at Kavita. Even she said no. Reddy then locked the compartment from inside and switched off the light.
I looked at my watch, and it was 11:10. I was eagerly waiting to see who makes the next move. Or will I even get to see any action tonight? What was going to happen next? Many questions were running in my mind. I needed the answers.
I looked at my Kavita. She wasn’t talking at all. I am sure even she had a million thoughts in her mind. I was on the berth above Reddy’s. And Kavita was adjacent to my berth. Reddy stood up to remove his shirt. He was only in his white vest and black pant.
As he removed his shirt, he looked at me. I pretended to sleep. Reddy again went back and laid on his seat. Kavita just couldn’t take her eyes off Reddy’s tight muscular body. Reddy’s chest hair was somewhat visible from his vest. As far as I knew, that turned Kavita on because I saw her rubbing her thighs.
Kavita was glancing at both me and Reddy. Maybe she expected Reddy to make a move. But now, Reddy had comfortably laid back on his berth. Around 30 minutes had passed by now. But still, Reddy hadn’t made any advances on my Kavita. I couldn’t understand what was stopping Reddy.
Even Kavita had now laid on her seat. Kavita again looked at me and saw me pleading with my eyes. It was as if I was begging her to make a move. I looked at Reddy and found him staring continuously at my wife, Kavita. Reddy stared at my wife with pure lust.
It was as if we both were pleading to her with our eyes to make a move. Kavita closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
My heart came in my mouth when Kavita got up from her berth staring at me. She slowly started unbuttoning the buttons of her kurti one by one, now looking at Reddy. They both lustfully stared at each other as Kavita took the kurti off her shoulders and threw it on her berth.
Oh, god! My 23 years old sexy wife stood in between the berth in her bra and salwar. Kavita’s bra could barely cover her boobs as they tried to pop out. Reddy was as surprised as I when he saw Kavita taking such a bold step.
Reddy tried to get up from his berth. But my sexy wife seductively pushed him back to the berth by placing her hand on his chest. Kavita then got on top of Reddy by placing her legs on either side of his hips. Reddy boldly placed his hand on my wife’s sexy naked waist.
Kavita placed her hands on Reddy’s chest for support. Kavita moved her hips. I could clearly say from her expression that she was trying to feel Reddy’s dick. Kavita kept teasing Reddy by moving her hips on his dick. Reddy pulled my wife towards him by her hair and started kissing her ferociously.
As Reddy started kissing Kavita, I could see her body relaxing. Kavita’s hips stopped moving. It was as if Kavita had started to surrender her body to Reddy.
The next moment I saw Kavita moving her fingers in his hairs as their tongue unraveled in each other’s mouth. In the process of kissing her, Reddy had unhooked her bra and pulled it off her body. Now my wife was topless, kissing a south Indian army man in his 40’s.
Reddy broke the kiss and looked at her naked boobs. Reddy chuckled, looking at the soft pink areolas and slightly dark nipples.
“Your boobs are so flawless. They don’t have any marks,” Reddy said, squeezing her boobs like a melon.
“Aah, easy,” Kavita mumbled as she bit her lips.
“How long have you been married?” He asked
“Almost 3 years,” Kavita replied as Reddy pulled her nipple slightly.
“And yet your husband has not used them. They look so fresh. What a dumbass he is,” Reddy said, referring to me.
Kavita couldn’t reply. She looked puzzled at him.
“Don’t worry, I will make good use of them,” Reddy said and twisted her nipple
“Aaahhh ouch,” Kavita shivered, not knowing what he will do next.
Reddy again pulled Kavita for a kiss. He gave a hard peck on her lips and then got up from the berth. I quickly closed my eyes as Reddy glanced at me, making sure that I was asleep. He then moved his attention to Kavita, who was now lying on her back topless.
As Kavita lay on the berth, Reddy moved his finger on her lips, Kavita licked his finger, Reddy slowly moved his fingers down to her neck and then to her nipples. Kavita’s whole body trembled as Reddy’s finger circled around her pink areolas.
Reddy slowly moved his finger down and felt my wife’s flat stomach. Again Kavita’s body trembled with excitement as he moved his fingers around her navel. Reddy didn’t waste any time. He moved his hand further down and found the knot of Kavita’s salwar and pulled it.
Kavita opened her eyes and looked at Reddy as he slowly pulled her salwar down her legs. Kavita closed her legs for a moment and looked at me. I stayed mum. She could clearly see in my eyes that I was jealous and excited as another man was undressing my wife.
Reddy pulled the salwar off her legs with a little force. He quickly pulled his vest and exposed his hairy chest, The next moment his pant was off his body. Kavita stared at the bulge in his underwear as her breathing increased.
Oh, god! The sight. My 23-year-old was wife lying on the berth below me, only in her panty. Staring at a stranger’s dick trying to pop out of his underwear.
Reddy wasted no time and got on the berth above Kavita. Reddy’s huge 6 feet body swallowed my tiny wife beneath him as he started to kiss her. As they both kissed, I saw Reddy grinding his body onto my wife’s.
I was sure that my wife’s boobs were getting crushed below his chest. The next moment I saw my wife’s hand moving on Reddy’s back.
“Aah, ouch, be easy,” Kavita purred. I then realized that Reddy was pinching my wife’s nipples as he was kissing her lips. I saw both their body glued together as their tongue danced in each other’s mouths. My white wife kissing a fairly brown guy.
Reddy stopped kissing her and moved down, kissing my wife’s neck and finally taking her nipple in his mouth. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” Kavita moaned. Reddy rolled his tongue around Kavita’s nipple and pinched her other nipple in between his fingers.
I saw Kavita moving her hand downwards. And the next moment, I saw my wife’s hand in Reddy’s underwear. My heart skipped a beat as I saw Kavita stroking Reddy’s dick in his underwear while Reddy licked and pinched my wife’s boobs.
I had a hard-on seeing my naughty wife playing with a stranger’s dick. Kavita pulled Reddy’s underwear down so she could have complete access to his dick. I saw her hand moving rapidly.
Reddy stopped kissing her and got in between Kavita’s legs. He placed both his hands on her hips. Before I could understand anything, I saw Reddy pulling my wife’s last piece of cloth off her legs, and Kavita lifted her ass to support him.
Reddy folded Kavita’s legs on her shoulder, and now I knew that this stranger was going to fuck my wife. I saw Kavita’s legs stretched back to her shoulders, revealing her cleanly shaved pussy. Reddy placed his dick on Kavita’s pussy, and they both looked at each other. I could see fear in my wife’s eyes.
“Aah,” a moan escaped my wife’s mouth, and I realized that Reddy was in. I saw Reddy’s hips moving inwards and Kavita biting her lower lip. Reddy again pulled back his hips slowly and pushed it again in. From my wife’s slow moaning, I could realize that he was finally penetrating my wife.
Kavita pulled Reddy by his shoulders and crossed her legs on his hips. Reddy kissed my wife as his dick moved in and out of her pussy. I thought that Reddy must be in a hurry to fuck my wife, but it was the other way around. Reddy was taking it slow, and my wife was becoming the aggressor.
Reddy was grinding his upper body on Kavita’s boobs as he slowly fucked her. “Aah,” screamed my wife as Reddy bit her neck. Reddy had now increased the speed, and I could see his hips moving back and forth like a pendulum. My wife’s soft moaning had turned into little screams.
The compartment was filled with Kavita’s screams, Reddy’s groans, and ‘thap thap thap’ noise. I saw my wife digging her nails in Reddy’s back and moving her hips to match Reddy’s hard strokes. Kavita kept moaning as her body trembled, and she hugged Reddy very tightly.
From Kavita’s expression, I could feel that my wife had erupted her juices on Reddy’s dick. Kavita’s breathing increased, and she stayed like that for a while. Reddy again started fucking my wife, slowly at first. My wife pulled Reddy and sucked his lips as he banged my wife’s pussy.
Reddy had moved back up again and was now fucking my wife in a 90-degree position. He cupped my wife’s boobs with both his hands as he thrust his dick deep into my wife’s pussy. I knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold much longer.
Now I wanted to see where Reddy would cum. Surely not in her pussy, I thought. Reddy was just ferociously fucking my wife, and even his breathing had increased now. Was he going to cum inside her? Was Kavita aware of the fact that Reddy was going to cum in her pussy?
They were both lost in their own world while fucking. Reddy was mauling her boobs harshly while Kavita had her hands on his hands.
“I am going to…,” Reddy didn’t even complete the sentence when I saw Kavita quickly moving her hands down and pulling his dick out of her pussy. As she pulled Reddy’s dick, his cum sprayed out on my wife’s flat stomach.
Kavita looked in disbelief as Reddy cummed on her stomach. Few drops even fell on her boobs. Reddy relaxed and sat back on the berth. Kavita searched for something to wipe the cum off her body. When she couldn’t find any tissue, she took Reddy’s underwear and wiped the cum off her body.
Both me and Reddy looked at my wife, wiping Reddy’s cum off her body. Her hair all messed up, and she was sweating. Kavita quickly wore her salwar and kurti (without bra and panty) and walked out of the compartment, maybe towards the washroom.
Meanwhile, I saw Reddy taking my wife’s bra and panty. He kept Kavita’s bra and panty in his bag. What he did the next moment had me terrified. Reddy took the mobile phone kept on Kavita’s berth and dialed his number from that phone.
I saw his phone ringing. I then realized that he wanted Kavita’s number for the future. But what he didn’t know was that it was my mobile and Reddy had my number.
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