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Chapter 112 by princessjasminedoll

What's next?

Indian Style

Douglas had just finished feeding the children and putting them to bed when he got a text from Reena. It was a simple instruction -- wine and some chocolates on a tray in the bedroom, and for him to be in the bedroom closet. He frowned at the last instruction. Normally she only had Antoine at home as a lover. It was unlike her to bring other men home.

Douglas did as he was bidden, however, setting up a glass of chilled wine and some chocolates on the bedside table, and retreating into the closet, adjusting the slats for maximum visibility. After a half hour, Reena arrived. Douglas immediately recognized her guest, Kumar. They'd only met once. He was 6 feet even, tall for an actor, with medium brown skin and gray hair. He was formerly a leading man in Bollywood, who had moved to America to try to break into Hollywood. Those efforts had gone so-so, and he split his time between helping teach the next generation of actors, acting in bit parts, and roles in Bollywood as the reigning silver fox of that market.

Douglas watched Kumar and Reena hungrily strip each other. She wasn't decked out in an Indian outfit today, as she'd been at the firm all day, still wearing her power suit. She and Kumar oscillated between speaking in English and Hindi to one another.

Kumar was hung, Douglas had to give him that. Eclipsing double digits on a ruler, the large, girthy tool was uncut, and Reena gingerly held it, even though they'd been playing for years now. She knelt down, sucking it gently, her mouth bobbing up and down, occasionally peeking towards the closet door where she knew Douglas was.

Finally, he put her onto all fours, feeding his fat meat into her pussy. Reena was a size queen now, after all these years, thanks to the efforts of Antoine, Rocco and Kumar, but the girth of Kumar made her grunt noisily. Kumar pounded away at her mercilessly, a true bull, finally bellowing as he came in Reena.

They talked quietly in bed, and Douglas's ears strained to listen, but one thing stood out to him:

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it -- and I'd like one more. With the right one."

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