It was morning, I came out of the room where my wife was fucked in front of me without a condom. There was cum and red bite marks on her pussy and boobs, clearly visible. I came out without saying a word and sat directly at the breakfast table. Every bite of the paratha felt like ash in my mouth.
My wife came out yawning. Mom scolded me for all the marks on her, which I have no idea about. Teju was a ghost beside me, her face pale.
My mom: “Teju, beta, you’re not well. Is it the shock of the… passionate night?”
I understood that, seeing Roopak in the hall, she feared the night and the secret affair she was having.
My father: Teju, why are you hiding behind your impotent husband? Come say hi to your real husband, Roopak.
Teju’s head snapped up. The fear in her eyes was being driven away. Her eyes were now brighter.
My father: “In fact, Roopak is my DNA.”
The world tilted on its axis. I looked from my father to my mother, who nodded. Before anyone could react, Teju stood up, walked around the table with a newfound confidence in herself. She stood before my father.
“Thank you,” she gasped and gave a deep lip kiss in front of everyone and said. “Thank you for giving me a real wedding night.”
Roopak, who had been watching the scene, smiled and decided to join in.
Roopak: “Come here, Teju.”
Teju didn’t hesitate.
She spread over to him, like a predator. Roopak grabbed the front of my wife’s blouse violently, ripping it open. Making the buttons fly across the room and pinging against the walls. Her breasts, the same breasts I had seen covered in chocolate last night, spilt out, free and magnificent.
“Roopak! Be gentle with her,” my mother gasped, but there was no real shock in her voice.
My father: “Now, you guys take it to the next room? There’s no need for an audience.”
But they weren’t listening. Teju had already climbed into Roopak’s lap, her legs wrapping around his waist. She crushed her lips against his, her hands tangling in his hair.
My mother stood up. “Come, Rahul. You and I need to have a talk.”
She literally dragged me out of the hall, closing the door behind us. But we could still hear a low and a soft, eager moan from Teju. From the desk, my mother pulled out a thick document and said, “This is your marriage agreement.”
I stared at the document, my mind was in shock. “What are you talking about?”
“Your father and I planned this all. The sleeping pills in the milk were my idea. The window latch was broken, so Roopak could get in. We knew you would not be able to perform. So, we had to do it.”
Her words were mind-blowing. “How could you know that?”
“We tried, Rahul!” she said, her voice rising with frustration.
“We gave you so many chances. All those fertility treatments. But nothing worked. You’re inadequate.”
As she was saying this, I could hear the sound of my wife’s chubby ass getting pounded by Roopak.
Teju: “Oh god, yes! Right there!”
My mom rolled her eyes, a gesture of profound annoyance.
“As I was saying,” she continued, raising her voice to be heard over the moans, “The agreement is very clear. The assets from my first husband’s estate—your father’s estate—will transfer to Teju’s name, and subsequently to our control, once she produces a healthy child.”
Another loud moan ripped through the door. “Ah, Roopak, please, slowly.”
“That woman has no control over her,” my mother said
“It’s fine, Pooja, they are young, let them enjoy. Anyways, that’s what we are expecting,” My father said
Roopak: “She is dam hot while screaming. I will make her scream even more.”
My mom: “Well, that’s the sound of a job getting done, fine, whatever, but do you know who Roopak is? And why would he do this?”
Me: “Of course.”
My mom: “Well, he’s not just some random guy. He’s my new husband’s son. Your stepfather’s son.”
Me: So my father is not my actual father!
My mom: Yes, you’re my late husband’s son.
I felt like the whole world stopped then, a loud scream came from the hall, waking me up into reality
Teju: “Im cumming!”
I knew what it meant. He’d finished inside her. Their evil plan was working.
Our door, which was closed, swung open.
Teju stood completely naked. Her skin was pinkish-red and shiny with sweat.
She walked towards me, waving her hips left to right in the most seductive way, and leaned so close I could smell him on her.
For one crazy second, I thought she might feel sorry for me and wanted to kiss and make out with me. But then she put her lips to my ear.
Teju: “Your step-father deserves a prize. He planned all this so perfectly, giving me a real man’s cock instead of the useless little thing I had to marry.”
Me: “Well, he has what he wants, so what else can we give?”
Teju smiled and walked towards my stepfather. She spread her legs wide and sat right down on his lap and hugged him tight.
Teju: “Thank you.”
She looked over at my mother. “Are you okay with what’s going to happen next?” Teju asked
My mom let out a real, loud laugh. “He absolutely deserves it,”
My mom: “But be careful, that’s the boss cock so don’t think it will get in easily.” and she left the room
Suddenly, my stepfather shouted: “Enough!”
He tried to back off, but his cock was rock-hard now, throbbing in the air. I can sense that he does not have the intention to fuck, but his body defied him. She wasn’t waiting for him to decide what to do next.
With a wild look in her eyes, she pushed him back on the bed even before my stepfather could react. She grabbed his huge, hard cock and guided it right to her wet, waiting mouth.
“You wanted this,” she screamed, looking him right in the eye as she gave a blowjob.
He let out a sharp grunt. His hands were holding my wife’s hair, trying to pull her off, but my wife had kept a steady rhythm; she was controlling his big fat cock now.
Then, something changed in his eyes. He saw how my wife’s small, cute mouth stretched around his thick cock. How it gripped him every time she lifted up for air.
A raw hunger took over my stepfather’s face. In one swift, powerful move, he wrapped his arms around her waist, stood up from the bed, and rolled her over.
He grabbed her hips and pushed her ass up high. My wife was on her knees with her face buried in the sheets. Her pussy was now completely open and exposed to him.
Teju: “Oh, you moron, you almost gave me a heart attack. You could have warned me”
He was eating her out. My stepfather was now devouring my wife’s pussy like he was starving. Teju was struggling for air and pleasure, pushing her ass back against his face, completely lost in it.
I can see that my stepfather’s cock was getting even bigger and fatter this time. Without a word, he pushed his cock into that wet pink pussy
Teju: “Mother Fucker, BITCH.”
The scream she let out was different this time. It was deeper, more powerful. I could see his cock bulging in her belly and tearing the pussy of my wife.
Teju: “No wonder where Roopak got his cock from.”
My Stepfather: “No wonder, why he wants to make you scream more.”
Teju, “Give me a break, you monster.”
My stepfather: “Not a chance, my whore.”
He kept on ramping her, and the room was echoing with Teju’s moaning, one louder than the previous one.
“You! You! You! When will you cum, you idiot?” she screamed with every slam of his hips.
He fucked for over loops, and I lost count of time. Look at the way she is getting fucked. Teju collapsed onto the bed, a satisfied, wrecked mess. But she wasn’t done. She rolled over, a lazy, cruel smile on her face, and looked at me.
“Rahul,” she said, her voice husky. “Come here.”
I couldn’t move. My feet were glued to the floor.
“I said, come here,” she commanded, her voice sharp. “My pussy is full. It’s messy. A good husband would clean it up.”
I don’t know what crept into me. But I went and licked off her pussy clean, neat, sucking every drop of the cum that was left in her.
My stepfather, my mother, and my stepbrother together said, “We knew you were a CUCKOLD, idiot.”