Rajesh sat in the corner of their Mumbai bedroom, phone steady in his hand, the red recording light glowing like a hungry eye. Priya lay spread on the sheets, her dark skin glistening, thick thighs parted wide. The man between them wasn’t her husband. He was bigger, rougher, and he was there to put a baby in her while Rajesh watched and captured every second.
“Spread those wet lips for me, Priya,” the man growled, gripping her knees and pushing them back until her cunt opened like a ripe fruit. “Let your husband see how ready you are.”
Priya’s breath hitched. She reached down with both hands and pulled her pussy lips apart, showing the pink inside already shiny with juice. “Do it,” she whispered. “Fuck me deep. Fill me up.”
The man didn’t tease. He lined up his thick cock and shoved in hard, burying every inch in one thrust. Priya cried out, back arching, and Rajesh’s hand tightened on the phone as he zoomed in on the way her cunt stretched around that fat shaft. Wet sounds filled the room—filthy, squelching, rhythmic.
“God, she’s tight,” the man grunted, pounding harder. “But she’s taking every inch like she was made for it.” He grabbed her hips and slammed in again and again, balls slapping against her ass. Priya’s tits bounced with each thrust, dark nipples stiff. She looked straight at the camera, eyes glassy with lust.
“Rajesh… are you getting this? Tell me you’re recording how he’s stretching your wife’s cunt.”
“I’m getting it all,” Rajesh answered, voice rough. “Every time he bottoms out. Every time your pussy creams on him.”
The man pulled out suddenly, flipped Priya onto her hands and knees, and drove back in from behind. Her heavy breasts swung beneath her as he fucked her like an animal. Rajesh moved closer, phone low, catching the view of that slick cock disappearing between her brown cheeks, her asshole winking every time he bottomed out. Priya reached back and spread herself wider for the camera.
“Deeper,” she begged. “Breed me. Make me pregnant while my husband watches.”
The man’s pace turned brutal. Skin slapped skin. Priya’s moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. Rajesh could see her juices coating the man’s shaft, dripping down her thighs. He zoomed in on her swollen clit, on the way her cunt clenched and fluttered around the invading cock.
“Gonna fill you,” the man snarled. “Gonna pump so much cum in this married pussy it’ll drip out for days.”
Priya pushed back, meeting every thrust.
“Do it. Come inside me. Rajesh wants to see it leak out.”
The man buried himself to the root and came with a guttural groan. His balls tightened, cock pulsing visibly as he unloaded deep. Rajesh kept the camera steady, catching the thick white cum already starting to squeeze out around the shaft. When the man finally pulled free, a heavy stream of seed poured from Priya’s gaping hole, running down her thighs in creamy rivulets.
She stayed on all fours, ass up, letting the camera see everything. “Don’t stop recording,” she panted. “I want him to fuck me again. Keep filling me until it takes.”
The man was already hardening again, rubbing his cum-slick cock against her messy slit. Rajesh adjusted the angle, capturing the moment he sank back inside her flooded cunt and started thrusting once more, pushing the fresh load deeper.
Priya looked back at her husband, eyes dark and satisfied. “Keep filming, baby. We’re not stopping until I’m pregnant.”
The night stretched on in wet sounds, raw moans, and the steady red light of the phone. By morning, Priya’s belly would be full of another man’s cum, and Rajesh would have hours of footage to watch while they waited to see if it took.
