Fucking My Hot Indian Wife After Her Periods

The Naughty Indian Wife

I always knew Priya had a wild side, but I never imagined she’d be into such kinky stuff. We’ve been married for five years now, and things have been getting a bit stale in the bedroom. That’s what I thought until I stumbled upon her hidden camera footage and watched “Fucking My Hot Indian Wife After Her Periods.”

It started when I noticed Priya acting a bit off one evening after her monthly cycle. She was unusually quiet and withdrawn, not her vibrant self at all. Curious, I decided to check her phone while she was in the bathroom. She always had it locked, but I managed to crack the code without much effort. Imagine my shock when I found videos of her engaging in hardcore sex with strangers, all recorded with a hidden camera in our bedroom!

I watched them all, my cock twitching in excitement. In one video titled “Deep Throat After Period,” Priya is on her knees, slobbering all over some guy’s big, throbbing dick. Her luscious brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her beautiful face stretched wide as she takes his shaft to the base. She looks directly at the camera, her eyes filled with lust and mischief.

In another video called “Rough Doggy Style After Period,” she’s bent over the bed, ass up and face down. A muscular man grips her hips and plows into her from behind, making her lush breasts bounce with each powerful thrust. She moans loudly, almost howling in pleasure as he drills her, clearly enjoying the rough fucking.

The one that really got me going was “Anal After Period.” I had never even considered taking Priya in the ass, but watching the video made me reconsider. A tanned hand reaches into the shot, rubbing the small of Priya’s back. The camera pans down to reveal her asshole, puffy and glistening with lube. An enormous black dick presses against it, the head pushing past her tight ring of muscle. Priya gasps and writhes at the familiar invasive sensation.

The guy takes his time, working his girthy cock into her ass inch by inch. Before long, he’s fucking her hard and deep, pulling her hips back to meet each thrust. Priya yells in a mix of pain and pleasure, clearly loving every second of this anal pounding. Her pussy is sopping wet, dripping onto the sheets below as he continues to rail her asshole.

As I jacked off watching these incredible homemade porn videos, I couldn’t help but feel both angry and aroused. I was furious at Priya for sneaking around behind my back and engaging in such sexual adventures without me. But I was also incredibly turned on, imagining all the slutty things she was willing to do for the thrill and the attention.

Finally reaching my climax, I sprayed thick ropes of cum all over the bedspread, groaning Priya’s name. As my breathing slowly returned to normal, an idea formed in my head. I knew I had to confront her about this, but I also wanted to see where things could go, to explore the kinky possibilities.

The next morning, I casualy mentioned that I had found the videos on her phone. Priya immediately looked mortified and began apologizing profusely, tears welling up in her eyes. But I held up a hand to stop her.

“Acting like I’m some kind of innocent victim won’t fly,” I told her sternly. “From the moans and expressions on your face, it’s clear you were enjoying those hidden camera adventures. That’s not the problem – the real issue is that you didn’t tell me, your husband, about your sexual adventures.”

Priya looked at me in shock, her perfectly arched eyebrows raised in surprise. I must have looked deadly serious, because she took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “You’re right,” she admitted quietly. “It wasn’t fair of me to keep it from you. I felt restless and unfulfilled, but I never wanted to hurt you. I wasn’t sure you’d understand.”

I stared at her for a long moment before responding. “Priya, I’m not going to lie – I am angry and hurt you didn’t tell me about this. But part of me is also incredibly turned on,” I said, glancing down at my growing bulge.

She followed my gaze and a sly smile spread across her face. “Really? You’re not disgusted by me?” she asked coyly, reaching down to rub her pussy through her yoga pants.

“Fuck no, I’m not disgusted,” I said, licking my lips. “Quite the opposite, actually. The next time you plan one of these hookups, tone it down and let me be there, secretly filming you. I want to see my hot Indian wife get fucked senseless in real life.”

Priya’s eyes sparkled with excitement and she bit her lower lip, nodding eagerly. “Anything you want, sir,” she purred seductively, pulling her pants down to reveal her dripping slit. “From now on, you’re my partner in all my naughty shenanigans.”

I grinned in anticipation, my mind reeling with the tantalizing possibilities of what was to come. Little did I know that those hidden camera videos were just the beginning, the tip of the iceberg of our new sex life. With Priya’s voracious sexual appetite and my willingness to play along, we were destined for one hot Indian summer, filled with taboo adventures and kinky secrets.