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This is the story of how a stupid financial crunch forced us to move and how my beautiful, “loyal” wife Riya became the entire building’s personal cumslut while I was busy at the office like a blind idiot.
She’s 36..and damn.. she’s one of those women who only gets hotter with age. Dusky skin, long wavy black hair, full lips, heavy tits that strain against every top, and an ass so round and juicy it jiggles when she walks. Traditional in her head, but her body screams “fuck me.” She’d wear deep plunging blouses, crop tops that showed her cleavage, skin-tight leggings that hugged every curve of her fat ass or just tiny booty shorts. I used to get hard just watching her bend over. I thought I was the luckiest guy alive. Turns out I was just the clueless husband.
We had to shift from our fancy apartment to this decent but much simpler 10-floor standalone building because of money issues. It was supposed to be temporary.. one or two years max till I sorted my business. The building had a gym, pool, and tennis court, mixed crowd: families, older people, young couples, and lots of bachelors and PG guys.
Riya was the perfect homemaker. She’d wave me off in the morning, keep the house nice and wait for me in the evening. At least that’s what I believed.
From day one..every cock in the building was obsessed with her.
Uncles stared at her tits when she walked to the lift. Young guys “accidentally” brushed against her in the corridor. I’d catch them checking out her ass in those tight yoga pants she wore to the market. I’d just laugh and tell her.. “You’re too hot, baby. They can’t help it.” She’d blush and call me silly. How fucking naive I was!
The one who broke her first was Akash.. 27, ripped from the gym, living right opposite our door. He worked from home and was always around. It started innocent. He helped us shift boxes on moving day, then started dropping by for “small help”.. fixing the WiFi, carrying groceries. Within a week he was having morning coffee with Riya on our balcony while I was stuck in traffic to the office. I’d come home and see them laughing, her in those tiny black booty shorts, thick thighs on display, laughing at his jokes. I actually felt happy she was making friends so she wouldn’t get bored alone.
The corruption happened so smoothly I never saw it.
First it was just “helpful” touches. I came home early one day and saw Akash in our kitchen “helping” her cook. His hand was resting on her waist, fingers playing with the edge of her crop top. Riya’s cheeks were pink but she didn’t pull away. Another time I walked in and his palm was fully cupping her round ass while she reached for masala on the top shelf. She giggled and whispered something. I pretended it was nothing.
Then came the day everything changed.
I was in back-to-back meetings when Akash came over like usual. The moment the door shut, he didn’t waste time. He grabbed Riya from behind, pressed his hard bulge against her ass, and slid his hand straight into her shorts. She was already wet. He fingered her roughly right there against the kitchen counter, two thick fingers pumping in and out while she moaned like a whore, biting her lip so the neighbours wouldn’t hear. She came hard on his hand, legs shaking.
From then on, it was daily.
Akash started showing up every morning after I left. He’d push her down on her knees in our living room and feed her his cock. Riya told me later how much she loved it.. gagging and choking on his thick dick, spit dripping down her chin onto her tits, mascara running as he fucked her throat deep. “Swallow every drop, you married whore….” he’d groan, and she did. She started craving the taste of his cum. He’d hold her head and pump rope after rope straight down her throat while she looked up at him with those hungry eyes.
Soon they were fucking everywhere in our house. He’d bend her over the same sofa where we watched movies at night.. They did it on the dining table..in the shower.. even on our marital bed. She’d ride him right where I sleep, her big ass bouncing as she screamed his name.
Then they started doing it at his flat too. She’d text me “going to the gym” and instead spend hours getting railed, coming home with cum still leaking down her thighs, pretending she was tired from “exercise.”
But one cock wasn’t enough for her anymore.
Uncle Sharma, the 54-year-old widower on the third floor, was next. Respectable-looking, grey hair, always polite. He started inviting her for evening chai. One day when I was late, he came over to “fix” something. He made her sit on his lap on our couch, pulled her top down and sucked on her heavy tits like a starving man, biting her nipples while she ground her wet pussy on his cock. Then he took her to the balcony at dusk, bent her over the railing (where anyone could look up), pulled her shorts aside and fucked her slow and deep, whispering filthy things… He filled her up twice that evening. After that she visited his flat so often.. coming back with fresh love bites and a satisfied walk.
Then Rajesh, the married guy from the fifth floor. His wife worked night shifts. He caught Riya sneaking out of Akash’s flat one afternoon looking freshly fucked. He blackmailed her playfully at first, but she didn’t resist much. She started going to his place wearing only her mangalsutra and a saree. He’d make her strip, bend over his and his wife’s marital bed, and pound her while she moaned.. He loved cumming inside her and sending her back to me still dripping.
The wildest were the 4 bachelors on the seventh floor.. all early-20s, sharing rent, always horny. Akash introduced her one weekend when I was out of town for work. She walked in wearing a tight crop top and shorts, and within minutes they had her on the couch like a toy. Two cocks in her mouth at once, stretching her lips, while another fingered her dripping pussy. They took turns spit-roasting her for hours.. one pounding her cunt doggy style while she sucked the others, then flipping her around. They double-penetrated her, one in her pussy and one in her ass, while she screamed in pleasure. They covered her tits and face in cum and made her crawl around cleaning their cocks with her tongue. She loved every second.
All this time I suspected nothing. She’d still kiss me when I got home, cook dinner, and sometimes fuck me at night. Her pussy felt wetter and looser, but I thought it was just her getting hornier with age. I was so fucking proud of my “loyal” wife.
Then one evening, after 5 months in the new building, she sat me down on the couch with a soft, shy smile, rubbing her belly.
“Varun… I’m pregnant…!”
I was ecstatic. I hugged her tight, kissed her all over, cried happy tears, and immediately called our families. “We’re finally going to be parents!” I shouted. She just smiled sweetly, eyes sparkling with that secret slutty glow..
I still don’t know whose child it is.. Akash’s, Uncle Sharma’s, Rajesh’s, or one of those bachelors who flooded her womb. She’s been getting fucked raw and filled almost every single day, sometimes by multiple guys in one afternoon, while I was at work trusting her completely.
Now she barely hides it. She struts around the building in even sluttier clothes, comes home smelling of cum and different men’s cologne, and I still act like the happy expectant father.
My loyal, loving wife is gone. In her place is a neighbourhood slut who turned her naive husband into the ultimate oblivious cuck.
And the craziest part? I think I’m starting to like it.
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