Rashmi and I finished a function in Chennai and were returning in our BMW car, which we had driven from Mumbai. We thought we would finish the wedding function and take a week-long South India tour before returning. It was a close friend’s wedding in Chennai, and we were all prepared. We hired a driver for the trip as it was a long journey.

Mujahid Khurram was his name. He was a brown, hairy, muscular man, and I already started feeling a bit insecure with him being around my cute, busty, curvy wife Rashmi, especially since we were attending a South Indian wedding where she would be well dressed in traditional attire. I know how men crave hot wives!

We finished the wedding, and the driver picked us up from the Hilton, Chennai. Rashmi was dressed in a traditional nine-yard Tamil-style saree with dark kajal and mascara, and pinkish, Barbie doll-like makeup on her face. She wore light peach lipstick, jewelry, and gajra flowers in her hair, styled in a bun. The driver was already getting aroused looking at her, as he couldn’t stop staring at her from the rearview mirror.

She smelled very good with imported perfumes, and her armpits were sweaty from her tight green blouse. It was visible, but mixed with the perfume, it smelled very hot and sexy in the car.

On our way, we thought we would stop in Mahabalipuram at a resort for the night before continuing our journey. We reached the resort and checked in, asking the driver to stay in the driver’s room we had booked for him.

Rashmi and I checked into our room, but the driver couldn’t control his huge erection, so he came into our room with the excuse of handing over her clutch that she had left in the car. I was in the bathroom, and Rashmi opened the door. At that time, she was in her petticoat and blouse, but she saw through the peephole that it was him, so she purposely opened the door dressed that way.

He immediately came into the room, and I saw this as I got out of the bathroom. I was amazed at his audacity, but he was 6’3″ tall, strong, and muscular like a kushti wrestler.

He caught Rashmi by her waist and rubbed his big, black, rough palms around her curvy hips and tummy. He felt her navel with his huge middle finger and kissed her neck passionately, giving her 4-5 love bites as he couldn’t resist her traditional hot look and the perfume on her neck and behind her ears. Rashmi was loving this.

Now he turned her around and kissed her passionately with his thick, bearded face and thick lips. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and slurped on her like a horny horse!

By then, Rashmi was completely in his embrace. She was curvy, fair, voluptuous, but short and cute, and completely in his grasp. He was huge and manly. He threw her on the bed, tore open her blouse and petticoat with his strong hands, and stripped her naked to her bra and panties. She was enjoying it fully.

My wife was wearing a black underwire bra because her breasts were 38DD and saggy. He kissed and licked her all over her body. She had never been treated so wildly by any man before, so she was moaning so loudly that the whole resort could practically hear it, as it was silent.

He held her hair with the gajra. This made me so horny that I stripped and ejaculated in my tiny hands with my small dick within 30 seconds.

He stripped himself, and she was amazed at his manhood. He had a brownish-black chocolate body, was hairy, and had a huge dick measuring nine inches. He then licked her pussy, making her wriggle.

“Ouch… ouch… ahhhhhh… ouch… shitttttt,” she said.

He slid his big, black, horse-shaped, curved dick into her tight pussy.

“Ouch… ouch… aaahhh… ahhhiii… ammmma… uffff aaahhhhh, ahhhh… yesssss,” she was moaning.

She held my tiny hands and kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you, baby,” she said to me, and they both fucked like hungry animals.

Mujahid’s thrusts were getting harder and louder. He made over 1,000 strokes before he ejaculated with huge grunting noises.

“Arrrrrhhhhh, Rashmi madammmmmm,” he said while cumming. “Kya malai jaisi maal hai sir aapki biwi,” he looked at me and said.

All this happened so quickly; I couldn’t do anything but enjoy. Her black kajal and peach lipstick were smudged as these two fucked six more times that night before Rashmi cuddled my fat tummy and man boobs and slept like a baby. I kissed her on her forehead, ejaculated once more, and slept.

But this wasn’t enough for the sex-hungry driver. He once again came into our room, invited and took Rashmi from the bed right in front of me with her full permission, and lifted her in his thick arms.

Rashmi stared into my eyes deeply with passion and held my small dick, saying, “Sorry baby, but I am enjoying this. It hurts, but it feels good!”

He fucked her without a break again for 30 minutes, making her moan and cream like an ice-cream factory. He emptied his thick load again and left her on the bed in my arms. We cuddled and slept again.

The next morning, the driver said sorry to us, but we asked him to leave as it was awkward. We continued our journey, but even now, when we have sex, we think of this and spice it up even more!