Chapter 4

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She said she wanted the smell of my juices to linger because when Shyam catches my smell he will feel aroused and naturally drawn towards me. She gave me the example of how some animals mate so this made sense.

So I changed into a loose knee length skirt because that is what I had on hand. My baby was deep asleep now so I told Vimla to clean the room now. I went out to my backyard where the outhouse is, looking for Shyam.

I found the door ajar and could hear muffled grunts coming from inside. I was curious so I stealthily stepped closer and looked thru the gap. Shyam’s back was facing the door with his pants around his ankles and he was stroking his cock while taking my name.

Watching this gave me a lightning jolt of arousal. The next second my one hand cupped my breast and the other slipped into my panty with a finger straight inside my already wet squishy pussy. I held my t-shirt tightly between my teeth to suppress my moans.

I was like this guy just splattered my bedroom door with his cum and here he is now stroking his cock again while taking my name. In all these years of marriage, Ramesh never even hinted at a second round of sex since our honeymoon fiasco.

I was flabbergasted watching Shyam stroke his cock with the same frenzy like he did when he was standing outside my door. Ohhh boy, this man had some serious stamina to be hard again so quickly for a second time.

Now Shyam turned a little sideways and I saw his cock for the first time. I have never seen Ramesh’s cock ever because he always fucks me in the darkness after turning off the lights.

Shyam’s cock was maybe seven inches long or more but quite fat like a cucumber. His own fingers were barely able to fully encircle his cock. This reminded me of the big black cocks you see in porn movies and my pussy watered even more.

I was already imagining about how it would feel like to get fucked by such a big virile strong cock. Sabitri’s similar sexcapades came to my mind again and that triggered my next orgasm.

My knees felt weak, I quickly moved away and collapsed against the wall of the outhouse till I came back to my senses. Fuckkkk ... This orgasm was stronger than the previous one I had and almost blacked me out.

I raised my skirt and touched my panties, they were so wet like I had just dipped them in water. Drops of my juices were now trickling down my thighs. I used my hand to wipe away the juices and then wipe with my t-shirt.

I felt compelled to go to my bedroom to change my panties but I didn’t. I moved back in position and looked inside. Shyam was still lost in his own world while murmuring my name and jerking off. It didn’t seem like he was anywhere close to cumming yet.

Then I remembered reading in the stories that men last longer during their second round. Shyam was all sweaty like he had run a marathon in hot weather but still going strong.

I was wondering how much energy Shyam would have left to do the gardening after this. Then I heard him let out a loud grunt followed by my name. He shot another big load of his cum all over the floor.