“Hope your still wet, slut,” he growled as he inserted the end of the rod into her cunt.He began shoving the rod into Maria’s cunt, and everyone... could clearly hear her squishy snatch. He sped up his thrusts, ramming the rod deeper into my wife’s wide open and exposed fuck hole. She was breathing quicker and shallower but before anything could develop he withdrew the rod. He selected a shorter, thicker pole and plunged it into Maria’s reddening gash, again thrusting it home and withdrawing. Preeti (Shocked): Seriously, don’t you joke.Her station arrived, and she got down. I followed her and got down.Preeti: You live here only or deboarded the metro for me.Me: Don’t you know its answer! If you are comfortable with having a conversation.Preeti: Yar main nah late ho rahi hu. Ghar par nah pati faltu drame karega. Tu mujhe gaddi tak drop krde. (Hey, I am getting late, and my husband will start tantrums. Can you please drop me at the car?)Me: Haa thik hai. (Yes, Okay)As we walked, I. He always stood very close to me when engaging me in conversation and would always place one or the other of his grubby hands on my shoulder, as if imprisoning me.His wife was huge and unattractive, and it amazed me that they had spawned two really pretty blond daughters. She was a homebody and one very seldom saw her. I could never recall ever seeing them together at the pub or at any function in the village.Every couple of months a dance was held at a hall down the road from me, on a Saturday. “Ow okay, no please…” I begged. Instead of listeneing, he thrust agian, pushing more into me.One of his hands covered my mouth as he pushed one more time, muffling my scream. He stayed perfectly still, slowly uncovering my mouth. “Please…. It hurts its to big…”I felt him pulling out, feeling a small rush of relief, but squealed as he pushed back in slowly. “Sky, please!” He froze and said “Who are you calling Sky, slut? I was going to go easy on you this first time but since you seem to have.