Amateur Iranian Housewife Cuckold Threesome: Real Persian Dirty Talk & Humiliation

This amateur homemade video falls into the hardcore cuckold and group sex category, featuring a real Iranian/Persian couple in a raw threesome setup. The scene type is classic wife-sharing humiliation: a busty housewife gets fucked hard by another man right in front of her passive, beta husband who watches and films. The atmosphere screams low-budget authenticity—shaky camera, Persian/Farsi dirty talk and loud moans filling a cluttered living room, mixing excitement, degradation, and everyday domestic vibes like a messy couch and background noise. It’s aimed at fans of genuine Middle Eastern amateur porn, cuckold humiliation enthusiasts, those into real-language audio (Persian/Farsi screams, insults, and pleas), and viewers craving non-professional, culturally specific cheating scenarios with intense squirting, group pounding, and verbal takedowns.
Scene Overview
The video kicks off in a typical Iranian home setting—think worn sofa, scattered cushions, maybe a TV murmuring in the background, and the faint smell of tea or dinner lingering. The wife, a curvy Persian woman in her late 20s or early 30s, starts off casually dressed in loungewear, chatting and laughing with her husband and their male friend who’s clearly there for more than small talk. Tension builds fast as flirting turns explicit; the husband encourages it, admitting his kink for watching her get used.
Soon clothes come off clumsily—the wife’s top pulled up to expose heavy tits, pants yanked down revealing a hairy pussy already wet. The other guy, rough and dominant, takes charge while the husband sits close, phone in hand recording every thrust. Real Farsi dialogue flies: her moaning “آه… بکن محکم‌تر” (Ah… fuck me harder), taunting her husband with “ببین چطور داره می‌کنتم” (look how he’s fucking me), and the bull degrading him as بی‌غیرت (spineless cuck). The action escalates to hard pounding in missionary and doggy, her loud Persian screams and squirting mixing with skin-slapping sounds. It ends messy—cum dripping, her panting, husband awkwardly silent as reality snaps back. No polished editing, just raw, shaky footage capturing genuine humiliation, lust, and post-nut awkwardness that makes it feel like peeking into a forbidden real-life session.
Story Inspired by the Video
Sarah was in the kitchen rinsing dishes from dinner when Michael walked in with their friend David. It was a Thursday night, same as always—leftover rice and khoresh on the stove, the TV droning some Persian serial in the living room. Sarah wore her usual baggy home clothes: old sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, hair tied back messily. Michael had been texting David all week, dropping hints. Tonight he finally brought him over.
“David’s here to hang out,” Michael said, voice low, eyes flicking to Sarah. She knew what that meant. Her stomach flipped—half nerves, half heat.
They moved to the living room. Couch cushions were already dented from earlier. David sat close to Sarah, thigh brushing hers. Michael took the armchair across, phone ready like it was no big deal.
Conversation started normal—work, traffic, bullshit. Then David’s hand landed on Sarah’s knee. She didn’t pull away. Michael shifted, breathing heavier.
“You want this, right?” David asked her in English, but then switched to Farsi, voice rough. “می‌خوای کیرمو ببینی؟” (You want to see my cock?)
Sarah laughed nervously, cheeks red. “آره… نشون بده.” (Yeah… show me.)
David unzipped. His cock sprang out—thick, veiny, already half-hard. Sarah stared. Michael’s hand moved to his own pants, rubbing slowly.
“Look at her face,” David said to Michael. “She’s dripping already. بی‌غیرت، ببین چطور داره خیس می‌شه.” (Spineless, look how wet she’s getting.)
Sarah slid off the couch to her knees. She took David in her mouth, sloppy and eager. Wet sucking sounds filled the room. Michael zoomed in, whispering, “Fuck yeah, suck him good.”
David grabbed her hair, fucking her face. “دهنتو باز کن بیشتر. مثل یه جنده واقعی.” (Open your mouth wider. Like a real whore.)
Sarah gagged, spit dripping down her chin. She pulled off gasping. “محکم‌تر… بکن تو دهنم.” (Harder… fuck my mouth.)
Michael whimpered from his chair. “She’s never this loud with me.”
David laughed. “چون کیر من بزرگ‌تره.” (Because my cock’s bigger.)
They moved to the couch. Sarah peeled off her pants—no panties. Her pussy was swollen, dark hair matted with wetness. David pushed her legs apart, rubbing his cockhead against her slit.
“بگو به شوهرت که می‌خوای من بکنمت.” (Tell your husband you want me to fuck you.)
Sarah looked at Michael. “می‌خوام… کیرشو تو کوسم حس کنم. تو فقط نگاه کن.” (I want… to feel his cock in my pussy. You just watch.)
David slammed in. Sarah screamed—sharp, Persian “آآآه!” echoing off the walls. Neighbors might hear, but no one cared right now.
He pounded hard, couch creaking. Skin slapped wetly. Sarah’s tits bounced under her shirt. She clawed at his back. “سریع‌تر! بزن محکم!” (Faster! Hit it hard!)
Michael stroked himself faster, face flushed. “She’s squirting… fuck.”
David pulled out, flipped her doggy-style. Ass up, face down toward Michael. He rammed back in, balls slapping her clit. Sarah moaned nonstop—mix of Farsi curses and pleas. “کیرت عالیه… شوهرم هیچ‌وقت اینجوری نمی‌کنه.” (Your cock’s amazing… my husband never fucks like this.)
“بگو بی‌غیرته,” David growled.
“شوهرم بی‌غیرته! فقط نگاه می‌کنه!” (My husband’s spineless! He just watches!)
Michael groaned, humiliated but leaking pre-cum.
David gripped her hips, thrusting deep. Sarah’s body shook. “دارم میام… آه خدایا!” (I’m cumming… ah god!)
She squirted hard—clear fluid soaking the couch cushion. David didn’t stop. He fucked through her spasms, grunting.
“حالا نوبت منه,” he said. (Now my turn.)
He pulled out, aimed at her face. Thick ropes shot across her cheeks, lips, tongue. Sarah opened wide, catching what she could. Cum dripped down her neck.
David stepped back, panting. Sarah collapsed, messy and spent. Michael came too—weak spurts onto his hand, silent.
For a second, quiet. Just heavy breathing and the TV in the background.
Sarah wiped her face with her sleeve. “Oven’s probably done,” she muttered in English, voice hoarse.
Michael nodded, awkward. “Yeah… dinner’s ready.”
David zipped up, smirking. “Next week?”
Sarah glanced at Michael. He shrugged. “Maybe.”
She stood on shaky legs, pulled up her pants over the wet spot, and headed to the kitchen like nothing happened. The rice was probably cold now.