my wife vidya balan - Indian sex story

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My wife vidya balan - Indian sex story

My name is Rajesh and I was in deep trouble at work.

I was making ends meet, but barely. I work at a large family owned company on the outskirts of Pune that manufactures electronics for security systems. I had recently been promoted as Head of the Engineering Department, and immediately after the promotion I had purchased a large house and a bigger car. I knew I was stretched financially with the mortgage and a car loan, but as long as I was employed, I was fine. I have been here for a long time, and have worked my way up the corporate ladder, so I didn't realize my job would ever be in jeopardy. Now, suddenly, I was in danger of losing my house, my car, everything!

It was my asshole of a boss, Gaurav. He was the Vice President of the company, and he had made a series of bad deals with a foreign collaborator. Parts were ordered and paid for, but the quality delivered was below par. There were also rumours that Gaurav took kickbacks to seal the deal.

However, the deal was for engineering equipment, and had my authorization on it (not his), and now he was going to put all the blame on me. And even though everyone knew whose fault it really was, no one would come to my aid – because Gaurav, my boss, was also engaged to the only daughter of the owner of the company. No one would publicly go against the owner's daughter's fiancé. One of the Board of Directors who liked me took me into confidence and urged me to find a solution quickly. If I could find proof of the kickbacks, he told me, I was safe.

If I thought my wife Vidya was not going to be happy when I would break the news to her, I underestimated the situation. She was furious.

"How could you put us into this situation?" She screamed at me. "I can't believe you would sign papers without knowing what your turd shit of a boss was doing!"

"Honey, please calm down. I will try to find a solution."

"How?" Vidya knew our financial situation. "Our savings are close to zero and we are living essentially hand-to-mouth. Everyone in your company will kiss Gaurav's ass and you will be the one put on the firing line. And with this huge mortgage, even if I get a job it will never match what you earn now."

I knew what she said was correct.

"Honey," I tried to pacify her. "The daughter of the owner, Gaurav's fiancée, thinks he's an angel. If only I could find some way to expose Gaurav to her and her father, then he would be gone, and they would be forced to keep me to repair the damage."

"Hmm," was Vidya' terse reply.

I spent the next few days trying to figure out how to expose Gaurav. I knew I had to do it without any help from the Board of Directors. I went over all the deals, but there was no legal proof of his involvement or of any kickbacks. Every night Vidya would force me to recount all of the happenings of the day, and I would have to admit of my futile efforts. It wasn't looking good.

I also tried to find evidences of Gaurav's philandering. We all knew he fancied himself a ladies man, and during the company trip to Goa when his fiancée couldn't join us, there were rumours of two or three girls in his room at night. However, no one would testify to anything and the matter died there. However, even this was an exercise in uselessness. Gaurav was simply too careful, and he had too much on the line, to leave any evidence of his infidelity lying around.

After the fifth night, with me at my wit's end and Vidya unable to sleep, she just blurted out, "I should just go to bed with him, and you can tape it and show it to his wife!"

I froze, and gazed at my wife to see if she was joking.

Here, I should pause and take a few minutes to tell you about my wife Vidya.

I feel very lucky to have a beautiful goddess like Vidya as my wife. At 5'8", Vidya stood taller than most Indian women. Even now, at the age of 30, she kept herself fit with regular exercise. Her breasts were slightly bigger than average (28 DD), and she had wide hips and a broad ass. When she walked past any construction site, she always attracted whistles and catcalls, and when we went clubbing, men often hit on her, asking her out for a "sexy time".

When she wore a sari, Vidya could rival any Bollywood actress. Since Vidya was voluptuous, she loved to wear tight clothes that showed off her curves. Vidya usually wore a flimsy see-through blouse with no bra, and thin chiffon saris that left her ample midriff bare. She loved to flaunt her toned tummy and her navel. Several times this factor has gotten us better service at restaurants as waiters would rush to serve us, just to catch a glimpse of her fabulous boobs constrained against a tight blouse, or the sight of a perfect milky white belly. When I would go shopping with her, sometimes I let her walk ahead, just so I could catch other men checking her out, their gaze fixated lustfully on her sashaying buttocks which her sari would tightly cling to.

I knew Vidya was no virgin when we got married, whereas I was (Vidya is my one and only). Ours was a traditional arranged marriage – yet Vidya made sure I knew what I was getting into. In her own words, she was a prime slut and a "randi" (crude Hindi for 'slut') at college.

"I probably had more guys deposit their cum in me in a week than most women have in their whole lives." She once told me, when I had asked. "In college my legs were open to all, and I was used by everyone – from the students to some of professors to even a couple of the night time security guards."

Sometimes, when we would meet up with her old friends, in particular her best friend Lata, new tales would emerge of the legendary Vidya Mathur (her maiden name that she still kept even after marriage) and her sexual exploits at college.

Of how once, when partying after exams, in a shady night club, a Pathan guy had alleged that he had the biggest dick amongst all students on campus, and how no girl had ever managed to take it all in her mouth at once. Vidya had immediately challenged him, and in front of all her friends had not only gone down on him then and there, she managed to swallow his monster cock completely (Vidya could deep throat like no one else – she was a born cocksucker). Not only did she blow him, and suck every drop, she had immediately turned around, pulled down her pants and bent over, presenting her bum to him. The Pathan (and three of his friends) had used her ass (and other holes) all night.

These stories, and many others, I had gotten from Lata, and from Vidya herself. For example, there was Vidya's college cricket team. Vidya had invited all these guys who were on the cricket team when she was in college – all fifteen of them – to our wedding. When we were standing on the dais for a group photo, Vidya had leaned in and whispered to me, "Take a good look at all these guys, honey. Each of these guys knows my pussy better than you!"

My jaw must have dropped, for Vidya grinned, discretely pinched my butts and continued, "In my term in university, I was the celebratory fuck whenever the team would win – and we had a good team! After every victory party, they would all line up to get a blow job from me, and the guy who was Man of the Match had the first fuck. Say hello to the guys who have fucked your wife before you, honey."

It was quite surreal as each guy shook my hand to congratulate me, and gave a beaming Vidya a peck on her cheeks, to know that each of them knew Vidya's intimate folds, and I, her husband, was still not granted that privilege.

So that was my Vidya. However, in our four years of marriage, she has been the ideal wife. She was polite and dutiful to my parents, loving and respectful to my family, a real fun person to be around with friends, and a real wild tigress in bed.

I have no shame in admitting that Vidya controls every aspect of my life – and I happily let her. What man would mind, knowing that such a sex goddess was awaiting him in bed every night? Vidya wanted sex, and she wanted it often. I was clumsy at first, and used to cum quickly, but she patiently trained me to build up my stamina and staying power. Vidya knew all the tricks and she wasn't afraid of trying new things. Recently we started experimenting with light BDSM, and so sometimes Vidya would spank me in bed, and other times she would have me lick her feet. I was simply happy to do whatever I could to give her pleasure.

Vidya had developed one strange fetish one year into our marriage – that I was only too happy to indulge – she would insist I undress completely before I came to her. Unless I was completely naked, she would not even take off a stich of her clothes.

"It gives me pleasure to have a naked boy to play with." She would tell me, rubbing my phallus. Usually I would get into bed, we would cuddle and make out, and then I would finger Vidya to an orgasm. Only then, and not before, was I was allowed to mount her. I didn't mind – I liked being naked while she was still in her clothes, it added to my sense of giving her complete pleasure. And Vidya would reciprocate by giving me mind blowing sex.

In these four years, Vidya had also remained faithful to me and our marriage. I admit at first I was worried when I found out about Vidya's exploits. How could I satisfy such an insatiable woman? It's not that she didn't get a chance to – if she wanted she could commit adultery every day. As I said, men hit on her all the time. Vidya however herself put all my doubts to rest.

"Why would I have an affair, honey?" She told me on our first anniversary, when, after treating her to a romantic dinner, I thanked her for remaining faithful. "The day I married you, I gained a lover who is content in pleasing me. You listen to me, you obey me, you serve me, and you give me pleasure. Why would I throw it all away?"

"But," I countered, "All those ... guys ... who made love to you ..."

"You mean all those guys who fucked me?" Vidya was blunt. I could see a twinkle in her eye.

"Er ... yes. And you yourself told me they were ... er ... quite larger than me. Don't you miss that?"

"Honey!" Vidya had leaned over the table and kissed me deeply, before continuing, "It's true that your penis is a bit on the smaller side, and I have had larger. However, all those years I used to do what others wanted me to do. I derived my pleasure from their pleasure. Now, at last, I have a man who is intent on giving me pleasure, who derives his satisfaction from satisfying me. Honey, I love you, and I would never betray you."

We abandoned our dinner, returned to our house and had mind-blowing sex.

Later that night, as we lay on the bed (and as usual, I was completely naked while Vidya still had her bra on), my wife turned to me and asked, "Rajesh, what would you do if I did stray from our marriage?"

"I ... I ...." I was temporarily at a loss for words.

"Let's say," Vidya turned to me, moved her hand gently down my body and started to knead my balls. "Let's say you come home early from work one day, unannounced, and enter the house to give me a surprise. You hear strange noises coming from the bedroom."

"Go ... on." I managed to croak as Vidya started to rub her fingers gently on my penis.

"Someone is moaning, grunting, and as you approach the door, you hear the bed creaking." Vidya was now stroking my dick, which was fully turgid. "And now, Rajesh, you fear the worst. Someone has gotten into the house, is with your wife in the bedroom, and ... well you know, so you creep to the door, ready to burst in."

Vidya paused her story to take off her bra. She then parted her legs and asked me to move into position and start licking her. That was another great thing about sex with Vidya. It was efficient – there was no time spent trying to understand what she wanted via "subtle hints". Vidya knew what she wanted, and she would tell you. Right now it was "Lick my cunt, honey."

As I started to lap at her glistening cunt, and rub my throbbing hardness against her foot, Vidya continued her story.

"What would you do Rajesh, when you slowly open the door and find me lying on my back on the bed, eyes closed with ecstasy, legs up in the air, and a dark skinned brawny guy between my legs, thrusting his manhood into me, again and again?"

"I ... I don't really know, Vidya ... why do you ask?" I moved up and started to suck her nipples.

"Imagine," Gently twisting my ears, Vidya continued, "A big, dark rod going in-and-out, in-and-out, into my pussy. You know your puny little dick is no competition to this giant. And all the while I am being fucked by this guy, I am shouting, 'Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oh yes! OH MY GOD! You are so much bigger than my husband! You are reaching deeper into me than he can ever do! OH YES! This is what a real cock feels like!'"

I was breathing hard now, and so was Vidya. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up so that our mouths met in a deep, long, wet kiss. My hard penis slid into her well lubricated pussy. I was now thrusting deep and hard into her while she buckled under my pounding.

"Oh, yes! Oh yes! What would you do Rajesh? Would you be man enough to step in and pull your wife's secret lover away from her? Or would you stand in the doorway and watch, while you wank yourself? Would you continue to watch while my lover pushed himself as deep as he could into me? Would you continue to jack off as this man cuckolds you, his balls slapping against me as he fucks me harder and harder? The moment when he finally deposits his load further into me than you can ever do? OH YES!"

We both exploded simultaneously for twenty seconds of raw, intense, violent frenzy. I just came and came. It was pretty much the best sex we ever had. From then on, Vidya would occasionally use her "cheating scenario" to spice up our sex life. Sometimes when we would be having sex, she would pretend some other guy (with a larger appendage, obviously) was fucking her. Other times, she would take the name of Mohan. I knew Mohan was the guy in Vidya's college who had the largest sized dick, according to her. So when I would be thrusting into her, Vidya would tell me what Mohan used to do to her, getting more and more specific, until I would explode in her.

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So, coming back to the present, when Vidya suggested she seduce Gaurav, I looked at her to see if she was joking, or starting another sexual game.

"What are you saying, honey?" I asked her.

"Imagine," Vidya's eyes lit up as she considered her plan, "You are so good at those electronics stuff; you could probably fit a few cameras discretely in this house. We could invite Gaurav to watch an IPL, or some other cricket match, here. He doesn't even know you are trying to uncover proof against him. And once he's here, you make some excuse and leave, and bam! I seduce him, he fucks me, and we have him by the balls!"

"But ... but ..." I stammered. "Another man ... will be having ... sex with you ... honey ..." I trailed off.

Vidya looked at me, and suddenly she was hugging me.

"Oh my darling! Oh my love! I was only joking! Oh sugar pie, my cream pie! Please forgive me!"

How could I remain mad at her, especially when she was covering me with kisses!

"By the way," Vidya told me with a twinkle in her eye, "your mind says you don't like me fucking your boss, but your soldier doesn't think so." She pointed at my penis and laughed.

I laughed too. As Vidya had detailed how she would have seduced Gaurav, my "soldier", as Vidya had put it, "stood at attention". The thought of Gaurav and Vidya was rapidly turning me on. Vidya smiled and started to stroke my shaft.

"Darling," She said. "You have a lot on your mind, so let me be your slave fuck tonight."

Vidya stood up, gave me a little bow, placed her hand on her hips and then continued in her best 'little-girl' voice, "Master! What would please you more? Would you like a blowjob, or a quickie fuck, or would you rather shove your thingy into my ass? Or do you want all three?" She licked her lips tauntingly.

Oh God I loved this woman. I ended up choosing all three, and by the end of the night was one drained man.

The next day I called work and told them I was sick. I used the time to visit my lawyer. We went over all the documents but in the end – his verdict was the same. Gaurav had me by the balls. All the paperwork pointed it as my fault. I then visited three members from the Board that I knew liked me personally. They all said the same thing.

"Find some proof, and then we will back you up. Without any evidence, we can't go against the owner's future son-in-law."

Dejected, I headed home.

"Babydoll," Vidya admonished me, as I was getting into bed after dinner. "You haven't removed your clothes."

"Oh yes." I mumbled an apology and started to undress. Ever since Vidya had implemented the CFNM (Clothed Female Naked Male) policy (a term I didn't even know existed until Vidya pointed it out), I had gotten used to sleeping in the nude. Yet all this work stress was driving me to distraction. Stripping off my underwear, I slipped into the covers in the buff and snuggled against Vidya, burying my face into her ample bosom.

After sometime, we began to make out. I moved into position and started to finger Vidya. To my astonishment, I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties, and she was dripping like a faucet. Vidya wrapped her hands around my dick and started to tug at it. We were soon locked in a passionate embrace as I rubbed against her.

"Imagine," Vidya murmured into my ears. "You are sitting on a chair, inside our walk-in closet. There's a small hole, and you are watching the bed. Your marital bed."

"Mmmm...." I ran my tongue deep inside her mouth.

I knew what closet she was talking about. Our bedroom had a huge walk-in closet. If you shut the door, you wouldn't know it was there – it looked just like another cabinet door (or as they call it in India, an "almirah" door). Behind it, however, was a whole room where Vidya stored her bounteous wardrobe.

"Imagine," Vidya was now stroking the back of my head as I rubbed my penis against her thighs. "You are watching me, secretly, on bed. And I am with Gaurav. I am licking his balls. I take one testicle into my mouth, gently suck on it, then I take the other, before rubbing my tongue across his scrotum."

Vidya was now panting, sweat forming in beads on her forehead as I slowly got into position to enter her.

She continued, "You can see Gaurav's body. He is fit, with ripped abs, and he doesn't have the slight paunch you have. And you can see his dick, hard, turgid, the blood flowing in the veins as I kiss his manhood. And then, I lie on my back, part my legs, look at him in the eye and tell him, 'take me, Gaurav, let me feel a real man, fuck me'. And he does!"

I slid my penis into Vidya, and slowly started to pump her.

"Imagine," Vidya's eyes was shut and her body writhed in spasms of pre-orgasm pleasure. "Imagine his throbbing member sliding deep into me as he nibbles at my neck, while his hands pay homage to my breasts. He's cuckolding you, on your marital bed, and you are letting him, watching and jacking off while hiding in the closet like a sick little pervert as another man ravishes your wife."

I was now pumping Vidya furiously. Suddenly, I felt her tap my butt.

"Honey, stop."

"But, Vidya, I ..." I was so close to coming.

"Honey, STOP!"

SPANK!

I felt a sharp smack on my butt. Immediately I stopped moving. My dick, which was burrowed into Vidya's innermost folds, was rapidly becoming flaccid, and I lay there, panting while Vidya calmly stroked my head.
"Think, honey." Vidya's voice was contemplative, in between kissing my cheeks. "This could solve all our problems."

For a second I held her gaze. She was serious, I recognized. And I want her to do it, I realized that fact as well. Not only can it get us out of the jam, I actually want her to sleep with another man. It's an incredible turn on for me. I cast my eyes away, ashamed to meet her gaze.

"I know I can seduce him into having sex with me here." Vidya spoke swiftly. "And you are a smart cookie, I am sure you can fit hidden cameras in the living room and in our bedroom."

I nodded. In spite of myself, I could feel myself getting hard again.

"This is our only way out." Vidya told me. "Nothing else will work, and you know it. I am your wife, and this family's welfare is my concern. For the sake of our family, it is my duty to pleasure your boss, and then we can send the tape to his wife."

As Vidya started to detail her plan, how she would seduce him, what she would wear to look enticing, I started to grind against her. Vidya now knew she had my blessing.

"It would be best if it's during the day." Vidya was thinking ahead. "That way you can leave us for an hour or so – just enough time for him to fuck me once or twice. And the videos we take can be clear too – lot of light."

I was now humping Vidya with vigour.

"Please don't think I am doing this willingly." Vidya declared, as I started to fuck her in earnest. "You know I would rather be faithful to you, my pet. After a long time, I will be seeing, and feeling, another big cock inside me. After a long time, another man will use me as his cum dump, as his chattel. You will watch helplessly while another man violates your wife. And I will have no control of how Gaurav wants to take me. He may rape my pussy or cum in my mouth, or he may decide he wants to rip into my ass."

I was now this close to an orgasm. For long time I have only heard of other men copulating with my wife, now there was a good chance I was going to see it.

"However," Vidya's voice suddenly grew remorseful, "I only have one worry."

I stopped pounding her. "What is it, my love?" I asked her, cupping her cheeks with my hand.

"Will you accept me as your wife, even after Gaurav dishonors me? Even after I do everything to please him, even after I commit adultery, will you take me back as your Vidya?"

I exploded in her on the next stroke, and Vidya had her answer. She kissed me and made wild passionate love to me all night.

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We made our plans quickly. The next morning at work, I invited Gaurav to come to my house on Sunday afternoon to watch a cricket game. India was playing Australia and it was the T20 semifinal.

"Sir, you can please come early," I told Gaurav, using the respectful term 'sir' that we Indians use to address our superiors at work. "We could do lunch and then watch the game."

There were two dangers to this plan. One – he could invite other guys and two – he could bring his fiancée along. Both actions would, of course, ruin our plans. So I made sure of one additional detail. I told him my wife really wanted to meet my boss in person as she has heard a lot about him from me (this was true!) and no one could make chicken biryani like my wife (this was also true). And then I asked him if he has ever met my wife at any company function. While Gaurav struggled to recall my wife, I took out my smart phone to show him a picture of Vidya – "to help him recall".

This had been Vidya's idea – and it was a masterstroke.

The picture was one of the sexiest pictures of Vidya that we had. She was wearing a designer sari, and the pallu was shifted to one side so her bare waist is seen, along with her navel. She was looking very suggestively at the camera, and her mouth was twisted in an 'O' moment. In reality, just as her picture was being taken, I had pinched her fleshy buttocks, and the image snapped had her 'surprised' look. But here, to a pervert mind like Gaurav's, it looked like someone had just drilled his huge fuck rod into her, or she was getting ready to orally serve the cameraman. Either way, it was a picture that while classy enough to be on my smart phone, was also sexy enough to tickle Gaurav's fancy.

Yes, he would come to my house on Sunday. And no, his fiancée would not be able to make it, she's not really into cricket and would get bored. He examined the picture for a long time, zooming in and out of her face, ("to see if it jogs my memory", he said) and reluctantly gave me my phone back.

"Thank you, Sir. Your visit to my humble home will only increase our honour." I exited his office, elated.

I called Vidya immediately and informed her about Gaurav. Then I got to work. Carefully I called a bunch of our suppliers for some equipment. I took off from work early, picked up my merchandise, got home and got to work. I installed a close circuit camera system in my living room (which had the huge television and multiple sofa sets for the viewers) and another in my bed room. I used high definition sound activated cameras that could all be controlled wirelessly from my iPad. Calling upon a lifetime of experience designing security systems, I carefully concealed the cameras behind walls, picture frames, flowerpots and cupboards. We had three days to the weekend, and Vidya and I thoroughly tested the system. I fucked her on the sofa, I slapped her butts, I fucked her at the entrance to the bedoom, I called her a 'randi' and 'chudail', I fucked her on our marital bed, I made her give me a blow job in the living room – all likely scenarios with my boss – and the cameras recorded all of them perfectly.

On Sunday, Gaurav arrived right on time. I opened the door and welcomed him.

"Welcome, Sir, welcome to my lowly abode."

"Thank you, Rajesh. Here, I brought something for your lovely wife, since it is my first time here."

"Why, thank you, Sir!"

It was a little pouch, and I told Gaurav he can give it himself to my wife when he meets her.

It's easy to see why Gaurav was considered a ladies' man. He was over six feet tall, easily towering over me. He was built – he went to the gym to lift weights regularly and it showed. He wore clothes that fit him well, and he had the money to splurge on expensive clothes. He had a handsome face, with hair well groomed, and an easy demeanor. He was a little fair skinned for Vidya's taste (my wife preferred her men darker), but he knew how to lay on the charm when needed.

We went and sat in the living room sofa, and I switched on the TV. Gaurav was uneasy, and he kept looking around.

"Is your beautiful wife not here, Rajesh?" He finally asked me. "I was hoping to meet the two of you."

You will notice how he was already describing my wife as 'lovely' and 'beautiful', to my face. He knew I was his boss and I would just accept it and not say anything.

"Yes, sir, she is here. She is getting ready." I told him, "It is her first time meeting my boss, so I think she wanted to take proper time to look presentable. Why, there she is!"

Both of us turned to see Vidya descend down the stairs. She looked like an Indian man's wet dream. She wore a low cut blue sleeveless blouse (with noodle straps) that barely contained her breasts. The blouse had a plunging neckline, giving anyone an abundant view of her cleavage. She had chosen a yellow chiffon sari, of thin, translucent material, to complement the blouse, with sequin designer patterns on the border. Her hair was flowing loose to her hips. The pallu of her sari was shifted over to one side, and Vidya had tucked her sari an inch below the navel. This gave a great view of her fleshy, milk white belly. Her large eyes had a look of innocence in them, and a smile was ever present on her thick, luscious, pouting lips. I also knew that Vidya's undergarments were chosen with great care – underneath her blouse she was wearing a flimsy bra that hardly covered her areoles, while her panty could be best described as a thong. She had gold earrings on, a small bindi on her forehead, and her mangalsutra (a necklace all married women wear in India).

When she had been getting ready, I had asked her why she was wearing the mangalsutra.

"You are going to seduce Gaurav into bed," I told her, still not able to say 'into fucking you', "So why do you need the mangalsutra? Isn't it better to be without it for today?"

"You don't understand." Vidya informed me confidently. "The mangalsutra will help me. When Gaurav is fucking me, part of the charm will be that he is taking purity of the wife of another man. I am the wife of his employee, someone who is duty bound to obey his orders. The mangalsutra will enforce the fact that he is going to defile me, behind your back, in your house, on your bed, while you will come back and continue to obey his orders ... it will add to the enticement."

I would later learn that Vidya was absolutely correct.

Right now, Gaurav stared and stared at my wife while she came down the stairs to welcome him. As Vidya walked, Gaurav's eyes remained fixated on her mammary glands, which were seemingly trying to free themselves from the contours of her blouse. If Vidya had noticed Gaurav staring at her boobs she gave no indication. She greeted Gaurav warmly with a kiss on each cheek. He seemed a bit surprised and I could see a bulge forming near his crotch.

We all sat down in the sofa, and Vidya got some juice for all of us. She made sure to bend down sufficiently while serving Gaurav, holding her pose. Gaurav stared unabashedly at her cleavage, before hastily averting his eyes away.

"Vidya," I told her, "Sir has brought a gift for you."

"Oh!" Vidya squealed like a little girl. "You didn't have to, Gauravji! It really is our pleasure to serve you at our house."

"Nonsense." Gaurav dismissed her objections gallantly. "It is my culture. When I visit a house for the first time, I always have a gift for the malkin of the house, especially a lady whose beauty knows no bounds."

It was a small locket with a gold pendant, the type of necklace that could be given as a gift that, while not being expensive enough to cause problems in accepting it, was still expensive enough to be impressive.

Vidya had an idea.

"Why don't you put it on me, Gauravji? It is your gift; it is only your right."

"Yes, Sir, please!" I played along. "Why don't you put the necklace around my wife's neck? Her beauty would be multiplied ten times with your gift if you put it on her yourself."

Needing no second invitation, Gaurav got up and stood behind Vidya. Fumbling, he unclasped the necklace and lowered the pendant on to her cleavage. His hands were now resting on top of her shoulders as he adjusted the locket. Was it my imagination or did he gently caress the top of her breasts? I heard Vidya give a small sigh. Gaurav then adjusted the end of the locket and went behind her neck to fasten the clip. I could see a noticeable bulge now in his trousers, and he was now pressing his hardness against my wife's ass cheeks. My own cock twitched at the erotic scene being played out in front of me. It was almost as if I wasn't there, and Vidya and Gaurav were playing a sexual game of cat and mouse that would ultimately lead to my marital bedroom.

We had lunch, with Vidya taking particular care of Gaurav. She would listen to everything he had to say as if she was fascinated, and often complimented him with "that's so funny, Gauravji."

"Oh, don't call me Gauravji." Gaurav told her, flustered. We Indians add 'ji' to someone as a mark of respect. "I am here as a friend; there should be no formalities."

"But you are my husband's boss," Vidya replied in her innocent voice. "You are his superior. He obeys you and answers to you. I have to call you ji."

After lunch, I was helping Vidya clean up in the kitchen while Gaurav watch the TV in the living room. I asked her if she was still willing to go through with it.

"Oh, absolutely." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "When he put the necklace on me, did you see him trying to cop a feel of my tits? He was as hard as a rock, I could feel him against my buttocks."

"I see," I answered helplessly. "Anything I can do, dear?"

Vidya smiled.

"Nope, darling. You do what I instructed you to do. Just get out of here quickly and let me handle the sex part."

There was still some time left for the start of the match, so Vidya and I joined Gaurav on the sofa in the living room. My boss by this time was quite besotted with Vidya. He complimented her on her cooking, he complimented her looks and her fashion sense and the decoration of the house, and Vidya was lapping it up.

She brought some sweets and drinks and placed it on the table in front of the sofa. She was careful to lean in front of Gaurav when she served him, giving him a good look at her barely covered assets. She then sat down on the sofa beside us. In the order of seating it was me, Gaurav and Vidya. Gaurav's eyes went back to Vidya's bust, as she heaved her bosom from being tired from the kitchen work. Once again he complimented her on keeping herself fit, and Vidya smiled and replied as a wife that was her basic duty – to look good for her husband.

Just then, my cell phone rang.

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It was all planned, of course. I had set it on a timer, and it just played a tune. To someone not in the know, it would appear that my phone was ringing. I "picked it up" and pretended to have a conversation with someone on the other end.

"Bad news, Sir," I told him, "ending" my phone call. "I'm needed at the office right away. A new shipment has come from Korea, and they again have quality issues. I have to go take a look immediately."

"Oh, I'll come with you." Gaurav also stood up.

"I ... I ..." I was frozen in panic. Our jig was up. There was no call, there was no shipment.

It was Vidya's quick thinking that saved the day.

"Rajesh, is the problem an engineering one?" She asked me.

"Yes, dear."

"Then you should be able to handle it on your own without your boss being present, right?" When I nodded in the affirmative she continued, "After all, Gauravji is our guest here, and it is our duty to entertain him properly. Also, I need someone to explain all these complicated cricket rules to me."

"That's right," I told Gaurav. "It's a simple thing to take care of, Sir. I will go, and I should be back in a couple of hours. Besides, Sir, you can give my wife company."

Gaurav took one look at a seductively pouting Vidya, and decided I was smart enough to handle the problem on my own.

"You are right." Gaurav spoke to my wife, ignoring me completely. "If my lovely hostess has done so much for me today, it is only right that I give her company now while her husband has to deal with this issue."

With that, I was dismissed. I bid them adieu. I tiptoed to the main door, opened it, and shut it loudly so as to create the appearance that I had left. While Vidya kept my boss distracted with idle chit chat, making sure he didn't see me, I walked back into the kitchen. I shut off my cellphone so no one could ring me.

My iPad was there and I switched on the camera app program. I could see that Vidya and Gaurav were talking on the sofa. He said something that made Vidya throw her head back and laugh. Her pallu kept falling across one shoulder, and Vidya would adjust it while giving Gaurav ample opportunity to check her out. Occasionally his hands would slide down and rest on her thigh as he made a point in the conversation – and I noticed Vidya would ignore the hand completely. After sometime, Gaurav got bolder and moved a little closer to Vidya, one arm on her thigh and another holding her hand.

I checked that the sound was being recorded, and then decided to creep to the edge of the room so I could see with my own eyes what was going on.

"You have kept yourself in fine shape, Vidya." Gaurav told her. This time, he purposefully moved his eyes across her whole body, from top to bottom, stopping for just a bit at her bust; letting her know in no uncertain times that he was ogling her.

"Thank you, Gauravji. You are also in remarkable shape. Much better than my husband!"

"Who, Rajesh?" Gaurav laughed. "He is no comparison to me. Have you seen his paunch?"

"Ah, yes, Sir!" Vidya helpfully answered. "He eats too much!"

Both of them laughed, and I cringed in mortification.

"My fiancée is also becoming fat." Gaurav became a little blunter. "She does not exercise and she is hardly into sex anymore."

"Oh," Vidya played the shy, demure lady for a minute, before hesitatingly volunteering, "I know how you feel, Gauravji. Even my husband Rajesh is like that now. All the time he is busy with work. Work, work, work. He hardly has time for me. He had to work so hard on the Korea deal for a month and ever since that ..." Her voice trailed off.

"Korea?" Gaurav was incredulous. "I am the real brains in this company, Vidya. Your husband just signs some papers when I tell him to. When I say jump, your husband jumps. When I say sit, Rajesh sits."

Gaurav slid over a little closer to her on the couch.

"Vidya, if I were your husband," he announced, "I'd be all over you all the time! I'd NEVER leave you alone with another man! I would tie you to a bed and have sex with you day and night."

"Thank you, Gauravji." Vidya had the good sense to blush. "I guess Rajesh doesn't find me attractive anymore."

"Nonsense! He's out of his mind. You are one hell of a sexy woman."

"Thank you Gauravji. See, you are making me blush."

"Vidya, ever since I saw you today, I've thought of nothing else but making love to you!"

Suddenly he leaned forward and kissed my wife on the mouth. A sudden pang of jealousy hit me as I realized this was starting – my loyal wife would soon be another man's play thing. Gaurav kissed her long, and he kissed her hard. For a second, Vidya melted in his arms. Then she pulled back, feigning shock.

"Oh, no! I can't! We shouldn't, I..." Vidya put on a confused look, but Gaurav now had her in a tight embrace. His tongue probed her lips and she slowly responded to him. He raised his hand and squeezed her breast.

A warm sense of humiliation came over me as I realized another man, in my house, was now pawing my wife's breasts and sucking her tongue, and instead of getting angry at it, I was getting hard. This was happening – my wife was with another man, she was kissing him, and in a few minutes, she would be going to bed with him. And worse, this was all with my consent.

Gaurav continued kissing Vidya while massaging her breast. I could see that any resistance she had was slowly evaporating away. My boss started to kiss her all over her body, then he started letting his hands roam over her thin blouse. I heard her grasp as he squeezed her breasts in his large hands. Then Vidya pushed back.

"No, Gauravji, this is wrong." She tried to adjust her hair and clothes, and was panting hard. "I am the wife of your employee."

"Vidya, Vidya." If Gaurav was angry, he didn't show it. Instead, he laid out a full charm offensive. "We are just two lonely people who both have other halves that don't care about us. In your case your dumb husband doesn't know what a bombshell his wife is. In my case my fiancée is a dull woman who doesn't appreciate my skills."

"But, Gauravji, I ..."

"Opportunity has now presented itself to us," Gaurav firmly lectured her, "and we mustn't be arrogant to shun it. A woman as beautiful as you should never feel unappreciated, and should never feel neglected."

He started to run his hand up and down her thighs.

"Gauravji," Vidya panted, with deeper and deeper breaths. "My husband; he is a loyal worker of yours, and you want to take his wife as a reward!"

"Vidya, in my office your husband has no respect, and usually is always getting shouted at by me. I am the real brain in the operation – I did the whole foreign deal in Korea. And you don't worry, my love, I will take full care of you. This necklace is nothing compared to the gifts I will bestow upon you. Now come here, you sexy woman, you!"

With that, he once again embraced her in a tight hug, and whatever resistance I saw Vidya had at the man who threatened her family's security and wellbeing, melted away.

"Oh, Gauravji." Vidya started to moan. "I have never been with another man, I ..."

"Then, my dear," My boss magnanimously announced. "I will show you what you have been missing all these years."

He stopped kissing her, took her hands and placed them on the bulge in his jeans. Vidya's eyes became big.

"Is that ... Gauravji ... your ...." She stammered.

Gaurav smiled. "Why don't you find out for yourself, you sexy cheeks?"

He lifted her completely from the sofa and ordered her to sit on his lap. Vidya plonked her ass on his swollen crotch as he embraced and kissed her deeply. His hardness was now grinding against her buttocks. She responded by turning around, hugging him around his neck and offered him her tongue to suck. By now, her inhibitions were almost gone. Gaurav kissed and licked her face, eyes, lips, nose, nibbling her earlobes and biting her neck.

"God! Vidya, you are one hot piece of ass!" Gaurav was now a kid who had just been given a new toy. And the new toy was my beloved wife. He was pawing and mauling Vidya all over her body. I was feeling jealousy but at the same time my prick was nearly busting out of my pants.

Gaurav made her kneel down in front of him. He then stood up and unclasped his belt. My boss's pants dropped to the floor. A huge, noticeable bulge was evident in his briefs.

"Open it." He ordered Vidya.

Carefully, Vidya unbuttoned his briefs, and his cock sprang free. It was big and thick! My boss's manhood was long and thick and was throbbing like a wild animal, with the veins protuberant, and the balls were huge and dangled beneath his massive penis. It was as big as those I have seen in the porn movies, and definitely way, way, way much bigger than mine. Vidya seemed enthralled by the sight of this monster. Timidly she reached out her hand and grasped his cock, then started massaging it slowly.

"Mmmm, that feels wonderful, Vidya. C'mon, baby, put your other hand on my balls and massage them!"

Vidya did as she was told.

My heart almost skipped a beat when I heard my lovely wife say to my boss, "You've got a nice big dick, Gauravji. I have never seen a lund so much bigger. My husband is nothing compared to you."

"Your husband," Gaurav declared, "Is only fit enough to lick my boots, Vidya. You deserve to be fucked by a real man, and you will, tonight."

"Yes, Gauravji. I am yours tonight, to do as you wish. I would love to finally have a big cock in my pussy."

Observing Vidya wantonly licking Gaurav's balls and joining my boss's taunting of me should have made me angry; instead what I had was a raging hard on. I could have stopped this if I wanted to; but for some weird reason I wanted to see Vidya get pounded by this monster.

Now on her knees, Vidya slipped her hands over my boss's hips and pushed the back of his briefs down, while her hungry mouth kissed and sucked at his pole. As she pulled his underpants off, her lips and tongue were busy on his cock, licking the entire length of the shaft and planting soft, wet kisses on his balls. She grasped the base of his shaft with one hand and his ass cheek with the other. Her fingers barely closed around his thick cock. Her hand slid up the shaft, and as it neared the top a large drop of clear pre-cum formed on the head of his prick. I realized by then I had unzipped my pants and had my own cock out that I was now stroking while watching the action in the living room.

Vidya opened her mouth wide and placed the head of his immense prick to her lips. She had both of her hands on his ass cheeks now, and had to stretch her mouth open even more to get the massive head into her mouth. I was reminded of the Pathan story and how Vidya had been determined to get his whole dick in her mouth.

Gaurav by now had clasped hold of her hair, and started to fuck her mouth.

"Vidya, oh Vidya, oh Vidya!"

Vidya kept her fingers on Gaurav's ass, driving his huge cock deeper into her mouth. She still had several inches left when her head was pushed back by the head of his prick hitting the back of her mouth. She pulled it out slightly and started panting through her nose again. She lifted her ass higher and worked her knees back away from my boss, making a straight line for his cock to slide down her throat, and with a few final deep breaths, once again pulled his ass towards her face.

The sight was incredible! Watching as inch after massive inch disappeared into her open mouth. Vidya once again took a deep breath, and again she sucked him all in, this time without a pause as she took it straight down her throat. Her body arched again as she gagged on the last few inches, but still didn't stop until her nose was pushed flat against Gaurav's pubic hair. His knees started to buckle, and he grabbed the back of her head and started ramming his massive tool into her open mouth. She gagged on every stroke, but never tried to stop him. With one final, long thrust, Gaurav buried his entire cock into Vidya's available mouth and held it there, bucking as he started to cum down her throat. I watched as Vidya, too, stopped moving, and saw her throat muscles moving rhythmically as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. Finally, after drinking what must have been gallons of cum, Vidya pulled the cock out of her mouth and took a deep breath.

I too was on the verge of coming, but I had restrained myself to ensure the recording was taking place properly. I could see Vidya had a huge smile on her face, and not a drop of cum on her lips. She had swallowed every drop.

Both of them relapsed back into the sofa, temporarily exhausted. I noticed that my boss had only his shirt on, with his pants and underwear on the floor, and minute drops of cum leaking from the tip of his penis. Vidya still had all of her clothes on, however she was completely disheveled.

I took this chance, while they were both catching their breath, to tiptoe up the stairs. Entering the bedroom, I moved across to the walk in closet, entered the huge space and shut the door. Inside, I had placed a stool previously so I could sit and watch the action. It was dark, and the only light was through a small crack on one side of the door. I had fit a camera there. I could see the bed through the crack; however I had the iPad so I could watch (and hear through my earphones) all actions throughout the house.

"Vidya, that was amazing!" My boss was telling my wife. "No one has ever sucked my cock like that before."

"Thank you, Gauravji," Vidya replied. "I never knew a man could have this big cock, Sir."

"Your husband Rajesh isn't this big?" Gaurav taunted.

"Sir, not only is Rajesh much smaller, he would never have lasted as long as you did, Gauravji."

"Yes, yes." Gaurav leaned forward and started to play with Vidya's boobs through her blouse.

"But how come," Viday continued, "your girlfriend doesn't do this for you?"

"My girlfriend?" Gaurav laughed. "That cow only knows about designer shoes and purses. No clues about sex. She wouldn't even give me a blow job! Imagine that!"

"But, surely, you must have had other girls do it for you then?"

"Oh yes." My boss was boasting. "My fiancée doesn't know how many girls I have on the side. But Vidya, none of those 50-rupee whores can suck dick like you – you were incredible!"

"Thank you, Gauravji." Vidya gave a shy smile. So now my wife was being compared to a 50-rupee-whore, and she was lapping up the praise. "I only aimed to please you, Sir."

"Vidya, can you stand up and come here?" My boss raised a finger and beckoned her.

"Of course, Gauravji. Whatever you order, I will obey."


Vidya raised herself to her feet and walked over to stand in front of my boss. He grabbed her by her waist and positioned her so she was facing away, slightly bent forward with her butts sticking out at his face. Raising a hand, Gaurav spanked her ass!

SPANK!

"Ow!" Vidya immediately rubbed her behind with her hands. "Gauravji, why did you hit me? Did I do something to displease you?"

"Oh no, Vidya!" Gaurav raised a hand to spank her again. "I had always wanted to spank a woman with as sexy, fleshy butts as you. Did it hurt? I am going to spank you again."

"Well, Sir, if it gives you pleasure, I will not refuse." Vidya acquiesced reluctantly. "But only a few more, Gauravji. I have a very tender butt."

"Yes, yes." Gaurav didn't even wait for her to finish.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

He spanked her derriere again, and again.

Sitting in the bedroom, I could only watch helplessly as this man hit my wife on her ample trunk repeatedly. I could see Vidya grimace, but she gallantly bore the pain. There was now no decorum, no more charm offensive. Gaurav was now using my wife as an object of his pleasure.

"Vidya!" My boss stood up. "Get out of that sari. Let's see your hot, sexy body."

I could see Gaurav's cock rise. Amazing! He just had dumped a gallon of cum in Vidya's mouth, and here he was, ready to go again!

Vidya saw his rising member and murmured, "Not here, Sir, let's go to my bed." Vidya was rubbing a damp spot on her crotch area. It was clear she was eagerly anticipating of what was soon going to be pumping deep inside her.

Gaurav got up and Vidya took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. As they disappeared from the camera there, I unzipped my jeans and unbuckled my belt, letting my pants fall to my ankles. Holding my cock in my hand, I took my seat in the closet and waited for them to begin. I was fully hard. I couldn't believe I was eagerly waiting for my wife to get well and truly fucked by another man. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me.

They entered the bedroom, and I could see Gaurav was completely naked. He must have taken off his shirt on the way. I could see his back was just ripped with muscles and he had washboard abs. Vidya was going to enjoy him, I thought. My wife closed the door once they were both in. As soon as she shut the door, Gaurav pinned her against the wall.

He quickly tore off her blouse. There was no finesse – just a rip, and the blouse was on the floor. Gaurav then reached around her, and in a moment he had Vidya's bra off. My wife was now topless and her large breasts popped into view. I could see that nipples were firm and hard. She was moaning, completely aroused. Next came the sari, which he deftly opened. Vidya helped him get it off her and it lay rumpled on the floor. A tug, and the strings of her petticoat sprung open, and with a phoosh it too fell to her ankles. Save for the thin string-like thong, and the mangalsutra, Vidya was now completely naked.

"Sir, shall I take off the mangalsutra?" Vida helpfully asked, raising her hands to unclasp the holy necklace.

"No! Leave it there." Gaurav ordered. "It will remind me that while your husband is attending to my problems in the office, I am attending to his wife at his home!"

They both laughed. It was becoming a pattern now. Gaurav would taunt me, and Vidya would join in, often adding to the insult. She now remained standing in front of him, nude, dressed in only a thong, like a slave girl at a slave market ready to be inspected by her master, from tales of yore. Gaurav was breathing heavily and had a semi-glazed look of pure lust on his face.

He picked up my wife and carried her in his arms to the bed. Plonking her down on the bed, he pulled off her thong, climbed in beside her and the two locked in a passionate embrace. He kissed Vidya on her mouth, on her eyes, on her hair and moved down to her neck. I knew Vidya loved having her neck bitten and I could already see her toes curl. Gaurav tweaked her nipples with his hands, and then bent down further and sucked it gently into his mouth.

Vidya spread her legs to allow him to position his penis. Gaurav got on top of her, and positioned his thick bulbous cock over her labia and rubbed the head on the opening of her cunt for some time. Vidya was pushing up her cunt hoping that Gaurav would enter her, but he kept teasing her, touching the tip of his cock to her labia and then withdrawing.

Finally Vidya could take it no more.

"Gauravji, please, I want you to fuck me now, please," She wailed.

Gaurav laughed.

"Say it more nicely, Vidya. Say that you want your husband's boss to fuck you."

"Yes, Sir, please. You are my husband's boss and I am his slut wife. I want you to fuck me, sir. I am a slut. I am another man's wife yet I want my husband's boss to fuck me."

It was surreal listening and watching as my wife begged for another man to fuck her.

"Because you have been such a very good hostess, Vidya, and asked so nicely," Gaurav sneered, "You will now see what a real cock feels like for the very first time."

Inch by inch Gaurav pushed into her. Warm, and giving her vaginal stimulation, it caused her to moan softly and turn her head sideways. Finally, he pressed deep into her, and Vidya gasped as her cunt was being stretched out fully. She closed her eyes and her mouth opened as she groaned with pleasure.

I could see that my boss was a good lover, who knew exactly how to pleasure a woman with sex. Vidya sweated, moaned, screamed, and clawed him as she flowed from the peak of one orgasm to another.

"Oh God! Oh God!" Vidya was now screaming and grunting loudly in tune with his pounding. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God! Fuck me!"

I felt my balls tighten and my own cum began to shoot as I watched the couple before me. I watched his prick as he pushed it into my wife, stretching her, filling her up, as he entered her. Then he started to fuck her faster I could hear his balls slapping hard against my wife's ass as he pounded her. It was truly stunning watching my wife enjoy being powerfully fucked by my boss. He thrust into her forcefully like a man possessed, trying to split her with his massive cock, while I watched and masturbated. I could see his cock buried fully inside her and his big heavy balls resting on her ass cheeks, the juices flowing out of her pussy and down her buttocks. I could hear her gasping and begging him to fuck her harder.

Gaurav's body stiffened and he pushed himself as deep as he could into Vidya. His face contorted as he started to ejaculate. I knew he was depositing another load in places much deeper than I ever had. I saw their combined juices, thick and white, on the shaft of my boss's cock as he fucked in-an-out. It was slowly running out of Vidya's pussy and down her ass. He remained inside her for almost five minute. They caressed and kissed before he finally rolled off her. I looked at my freshly fucked wife covered in sweat and love bites on her neck, my boss's semen oozing out of her vagina, the room reeking with the aroma of sweat and sex.

"Gauravji, you must go now." Vidya suddenly sat up in bed. "My husband can return any minute."

"But Vidya," Gaurav was beyond caring. "I still have to fuck you in the ass."

"Sir, not now." Vidya stood up. "Please, Gauravji, you must leave now. I need to clean up this room, and the room downstairs, and take a shower before my husband returns."

"No, I want your ass, Vidya."

"Sir, please, can you come tomorrow? My husband will be at work, and you can ... fuck my ass."

Gaurav stood up and took Vidya into his arms and French-kissed her for a long time. Then he broke away and told her, "I will see you again, tomorrow, Vidya. I cannot have enough of you."

"So, Sir, you will cheat on your fiancée for me? What will she say?"

"She doesn't need to know!" Gaurav laughed. "If it wasn't for the money, I would have left that bitch long ago."

"Sir!!"

"Vidya," Gaurav turned to her as he was leaving. "Tomorrow, I will send Rajesh on some work out of town for a few days, and I will visit you at home. I will stay here with you for a week and we can spend much longer time together."

"Yes, Gauravji, I would like that very much, but you must leave now."

After I heard Gaurav leave and the front door slam shut, I came out of the walk in closet. Vidya was lying, naked, on the bed, legs spread, her hands rubbing her vulva. She was stroking herself.

"Oh, Rajesh!" She gushed. "That was incredible. He was so good. I haven't been pounded like that in a loooooong time."

"Yes, dear, but I ..."

"Sshhh!" Vidya shut me up with a finger to her lips. "Come here and fuck me. I haven't been fucked by two guys one after another in a long while."

Without another word, I got in bed and began to kiss her gently, planning to slowly work my way up her body. Vidya was having none of it. She grabbed my ears harshly and pulled me up to her lips. My wife had the aroma of a freshly fucked female. I plunged deep into her cunt, putting my penis up her love tunnel where she had just taken another man's cock. Her vagina was completely wet, and as I went into her, I could hardly feel her sides, so stretched she was by Gaurav's giant dick. There was a feeling of wetness on my wiener; a wetness I realized was because her hole was full of cum – another man's cum. Her thighs were sticky; she was still leaking Gaurav's love juices as I fucked her with my rigid tool. I exploded in Vidya within seconds.

"Mmmm..... Mmmmm .... " Vidya was still mewing.

She hardly felt me pull out, and continued to insert her hand into her wetness and masturbate herself. After what seemed like ages, her orgasms finally subsided. Vidya crept and snuggled against me in bed, her pussy still leaking cum all over the bed.

"Darling." I stroked her head. "I think we got all we needed to on the cameras. Why did you tell Gaurav to come here again tomorrow?"

"We haven't gotten everything." Vidya answered. "He has to admit on camera that he fucked up the Korean deal, that he has set you up for a fall, and that he took kickbacks to seal the deal. Only then can we ensure you are out of the woods."

"But ... but ..." I was puzzled. "We have him on tape, with ... you. And ... we can show that to his fiancée and she can ... give him the boot. You know, her father will fire him."

"We don't know that." Vidya seemed to have made up her mind. I wondered for a moment if I was going to lose her. The moment she was impaled on Gaurav's giant appendage seemed to have woken up something that had lain dormant in her for years.

"He can claim I was a one-time fuck." Vidya explained. "He can tell his fiancée he just strayed once, with me, and ask for forgiveness. I know if you fucked me like he fucked me, I could forgive you having a one night fling."

"I see." I cringed as she relived the feeling of having a monster in her cunt.

"No!" Vidya decided. "I will fuck him tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after. I will wear different clothes so we can show it's more than one time that he took your wife to bed. And I will make him admit that you were nothing more than a mere obedient servant in his Korean deals and he took kickbacks."

The next morning, true to his word, Gaurav put me on an urgent project in another part of the country. With a sinking feeling, I realized I would have to stay there for the next 4-5 days. I flew out straight from the office, using the company helicoptor. The project kept me busy till evening every day, so I could hardly check through my iPad what was going on in the house. All day at work my mind was on what Gaurav was doing to my wife, which kept me hard.
As I had feared, Gaurav spent the work week (five days) at my house while I was away. During this whole period, he had my wife serving him at his beck and call. At night when I was in my hotel room, I would log in and replay the scenes, or see a live view as they shamelessly fucked like rabbits on our marriage bed. Gaurav had made my house (and my wife) completely his.

Vidya and my boss were like a newly married couple. She would wake him up every morning with a blowjob. He had ordered Vidya to remain completely naked around the house while he was there. My wife would carry out her daily tasks, in the buff, completely uninhibited, shamelessly flaunting her gyrating buttocks or her big, pendulous breasts at my boss while he sported a permanent hard on. He was always hugging or kissing her, or having a quick fuck. Gaurav continuously would make fun of me and Vidya would join in the laughter. Whenever she would pass him by, he would grab her and would always be groping and squeezing her tits and ass, and having her play with his cock and balls.

Several times he would pin her down on the floor, face down, get on top of her and fuck her in the ass. I could hear Vidya scream, "No, Sir! My asshole! Please be gentle, Gauravji!" He paid her no heed, pumping furiously into her buttocks and dumping cum all over her back.

Gaurav seemed to have a particular fascination with her ass. He would fuck her doggy style, or spank her behind with frenzy. During the third day he even got a cane and would put Vidya over his knees and punish her like a naughty school girl.

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I would lie awake in my hotel room listening to Gaurav and my wife having the time of their lives. She moaned and groaned and grunted and sighed and screamed in pleasure, time after time after time. It seemed there was no room in the house they did not have sex in.

Gaurav had to reluctantly leave the next Saturday, since I was returning from out of town. Vidya put on clothes for the first time in a week and greeted me in the airport with a kiss. She asked me if I had seen her and Gaurav through the iPad's camera app. I replied I had. We rushed home and had a wild fuck session.

I spent the weekend editing the videos and printing a few pictures. We made a package and sent it anonymously to the daughter of the owner of the company – Gaurav's fiancée. Next thing we know, he is fired.

One of the Board of Directors later took me aside and told me that Gaurav had claimed it was a set up, and it was Vidya in the video. I told him that I knew I was having marital issues, and I loved my wife and would like to go to counseling with her. That was the end of that chapter. As I predicted, I was promoted to Gaurav's job to fix his mess.

Vidya still occasionally misses Gaurav's lovemaking. It's been over a year now, and she has not strayed from our marriage ever since, although she will use the incident from time to time to taunt me in bed and make me hard and spice up the sex. Sometimes, we would watch the unedited videos before having mind blowing orgasms.

I knew I got to witness my wife being so thoroughly fucked – but I knew it was a one-off situation that was forced on us. Vidya told me that while she misses the sex, she loved me and she would never cheat on me – unless of course a similar opportunity once again presented itself. For my sake, and for hers, I hope it does, soon.
It was past 10.30 at night, and my son was asleep in his room. Vidya was lying on the bed reading, and I was working on my laptop on a project.

"Oh my fat lover," Vidya called out from the bed. "Leave your laptop and come here. I need a good lick and then a good fuck."

That was one great thing I loved about Vidya. Sex with her was very efficient. She was explicit and blunt about her needs. A nymphomaniac by nature, she would tell you exactly what she wanted to you do -- no hunting around for "subtle hints".

"Yes, darling." Obediently, I shut my laptop and stood up. Walking over and standing beside the bed, to her left, I started to undress. My shirt came off first, followed by my watch. I then reached down and unbuckled the belt. Rolling down my jeans to my ankles, I stepped out of my pants. Vidya caught hold of the waistband of my underpants, slowly pulling them down. My small penis sprang free and hit her in the face. She laughed, and continued to roll down my underwear until I was completely naked.

You see, one year into our marriage, Vidya had implemented the Clothed Female Naked Male policy. That meant that whenever we would retire for the night, or get into bed for sex, I would have to completely strip before I was even allowed to get into the bed. Vidya, on the other hand, could be wearing whatever she wished. Tonight, Vidya was wearing a pink negligee of translucent material, which covered her till her knees.

Let me briefly describe our physical appearances here. I am thirty four years of age, and Vidya is thirty two. I am your typical average height and built. Though physically healthy and fit, I have a paunch around my tummy area -- that Vidya had recently started to make fun of. She would lovingly call me "Fatty, come here" or "Oh my fat lover, suck my vagina", and so on. My penis isn't anything to write home about either -- Vidya calls it 'small, cute and functional'. My wife, of course, has seen and played with much larger cocks than mine. I am a shy, introvert, bookish kind of guy who was a virgin until our wedding night.

Vidya, on the other hand, is my polar opposite. She remained completely physically fit, even after her pregnancy. She exercised religiously, and at 5'8" was taller than most Indian women. She was very proud of her curves, with humongous breasts (28DD), wide hips, a broad ass, and a fleshy, milky white, well-toned tummy. And yes, to say she was sexually active before our marriage was understating it -- her legs were open to anyone she fancied. Students, professors, janitors, labourers, accountants, and even a pujari -- almost someone from every profession had deposited their semen in her cunt.

I snuggled against Vidya and hugged her tightly. My tongue found her lips and we kissed deeply, exploring each other's mouths with passion. She moved her arms around my back, and slowly, gingerly, caressed my behind. Then she smacked my bum.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

I started to slide against her body, slowly going down on her. My face came to her breasts, as I licked each nipple and sucked on them gently. She pushed my head down further as I inserted my tongue into her navel and covered her tummy with kisses. I rubbed my face against her inner thighs as her pubic hair hit my nostrils. She wasn't wearing panties. My tongue flicked out as I started to lick her clitoris.

"Mmmmm... mmmm..." Vidya grabbed my ears with either hand and started to twist them, as she moaned and writhed with pleasure. "Oh, fatso! Keep doing it, my love, oh my!"

My face was now between into her thighs, and she was gushing like a waterfall. Each lashing of my tongue provoked further moans of ecstasy and secretions of her love juice. My face was now glistening with her dampness. I kept inserting my tongue into the folds of her vulva and swirling it around her love hole. With a final shriek, her body arched and she started to cum.

"OH MY GOD! OH YES! OH YES!" Gripping my head in a vice-lock with her thighs, and holding my ears firmly in her hands, Vidya bobbed up and down in the throes of her orgasm. Finally, after oozing out huge amounts of wetness, she subsided.

"Wow." She remarked, finally catching her breath. "Good job, fatty. Come here. Let me reward you."

I crept up her body. She cupped my wet face in her hands and kissed me. While I lay passively there, Vidya licked the base of my mouth and deep French-kissed me, rolling her tongue into me. Bending down one hand, she grabbed hold of my rigid shaft and started to stroke me.

"Ready to put your little dickie into use, darling?" She asked me, with a coy smile.

"Yes, dear."

"Would you like to put your small wee wee into my pussy, dear, or my butt?"

"Whatever gives you the most pleasure, darling."

Vidya seemed to consider my answer for a while, before she slowly raised her hand to my face and gingerly rubbed my cheeks. Grimacing, I got ready for what was coming.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Vidya slapped me again, and again, and again. My cheeks flushed bright red, partly from the pain, partly from shame as my Indian wife, who is supposed to respect her husband, slapped me endlessly. Finally, she decided I had enough, and then she made me slowly suck her nipples. Vidya then grabbed my hand and led it to her love tunnel. She was leaking again! Slapping me had gotten her off. I slowly fingered her to her second orgasm of the night. Writhing, thrashing around, she moaned until the peak of her sexual excitation subsided.

"Oh, honey!" She gushed, covering me with kisses at the exact same spot as where she had slapped me momentarily ago. "You are the best husband I could ever have wanted!"

"Thank you, Vidya." I swelled with pride. I may have had a small penis, but I kept her happy.

"Most men I have been with have just used me as a piece of ass to pump their meat into." Vidya was effusive in her praise. "Yet you! You are the most submissive husband I could have ever dreamed off. You give me pleasure, the way I want it, and you treat me gently, like a lady, not a slut, and you just obey, no questions asked."

"Thank you, Vidya."

Vidya continued to rub my penis up and down before answering, "Right now, as your reward for pleasuring me, you will get to fuck me, darling. Then, if you can get it up again, my husbandji, my ass is open for business."

"Thank you, dear."

Vidya sat up in bed. "Fatty, I will be right back."

"Yes, dear." I wondered what was up as Vidya got out of bed and walked over to the cabinet. As she opened the cabinet door, she jiggled her body so that her negligee slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor. Now the only piece of cloth remaining on her firm, juicy body was her bra.

"Honey, let's watch this movie. You can cum in me after that." Vidya had grabbed a DVD and inserted it into the player. She grabbed the remote and switched on the TV before flopping down next to me on the bed. "It's the G and V show."

"Oh," I realized which DVD she had put in. "Is this the edited or the unedited one?"

Vidya grinned. "Uneditted." She snuggled against me, one hand around my neck and one hand on my prick, and the video started to play.

A naked woman came on screen, her back to the camera. The view focused on her gyrating, fleshy buttocks. I knew who that woman was, of course. I have seen this video millions of times. It was Vidya, from two years ago.

The onscreen Vidya was now dancing to some music, swinging her expansive hips to the tune. The camera then showed a man, sitting on the bed, watching her. He was naked too. I also knew who this man was -- he was my former boss, Gaurav.

Gaurav sat on the bed, in the buff, with a beer in his hand, watching my equally naked wife dance. We could see him stroke his hard, rigid, monster cock with one hand. He then leaned forward and smacked Vidya on her butt. It was a resounding smack, and the slap left a red handprint on Vidya's left butt cheek. Non-plussed, she continued to dance.

"He really loved spanking my ass." Vidya told me, as she nibbled my ear while we watched her get spanked, again and again and again, on the video. "Gaurav fucked me several times daily, and almost every time we had sex he would spank my buttocks. Oh, he was not gentle with me at all."

On screen, Vidya was now gingerly rubbing her very sore, and very red, ass. She then turned back to look at the man who had just thrashed her ass -- and manage a smile. Gaurav laughed cruelly and told her to get in position again -- the spanking wasn't over.

"He loved using me as a 50-rupee-whore." Vidya told me, stroking my hardness, as her onscreen version lay over Gaurav's knees while he raised a hand and struck her butt cheeks, again and again. "It was very exciting for him that you, his employee, was away working for him, he was in your house, in your bed -- using your wife as a fuck toy and cum dump. Oh, the things he made me do in those 5 days!"

Gaurav then pulled her sharply to him and made her sit on his lap. His hands went to her breasts, pinching and kneading them, while he rubbed his hardness against her clit.

"Look how rough he was with me." Vidya told me, "You are so tender, so gentle, and you listen to me and obey me. Whereas your boss pretty much used me like a rag doll, to serve him as he wished. If he wanted to spank me, I would bend over and present my bottom. If he wanted a blow job, he would snap his fingers and I would be at his feet, taking his cock in my mouth. And if he wanted to fuck me, he just grabbed me and did it -- whether it was my cunt or my ass, he was a brute -- a real man's man."

As she spoke, Vidya turned herself around. Her mouth was now on my dick, while her pussy was in front of my face. It was a classic 69 position. I kept licking her choot (cunt in Hindi) as she sucked my member into rigid hardness. Vidya was now cumming again. We both kept an eye on the video.

Gaurav now had Vidya on the bed, on her hands and knees, as he got behind her. He was going to ride her, doggy style. Once again, with her buttocks on display, he couldn't help himself, and Vidya got a couple of sharp slaps to her ample derriere. The camera showed her grimace, but she held her position.

"If I moved, that was extra slaps." Vidya told me, as her own screen version's ass had crimson marks across it. Gaurav laughed, and then used his hands to part Vidya's buttocks so that her asshole was clearly visible. He then spit into her ass a couple of times.

The man who used to be my boss then spit on his own hands and rubbed his monster dick. He was using his own saliva as a lubricant as he positioned the bulbous head of his cock against Vidya's ass. Slowly, he started to push his huge rod inside her.

"Oh, Sir! My ass! Ooooh, it hurts, Sir! Aaaah!" Vidya cried out as Gaurav, with a firm grip on her buttocks, pushed his dick, inch by inch, into her ass. He repeatedly thrust in and out of her while Vidya continued to moan, half in pain, half in pleasure.

"Sir, please Sir, cum in me, oh Sir!"

Finally, I could see Gaurav's butt cheeks clench, as emptied his cum into her.

Vidya got off my body, paused the video to a shot that showed her on screen version screaming in ecstasy, turned around to face me and asked, "Hubby, ready?"

"Yes." I answered her, my cock erect.

Vidya lied down on her back and spread her legs. I climbed over her, and in one move plunged my hardness into her. I was completely aroused seeing Gaurav maul her butts, so a couple of strokes and I exploded in her.


As I laid back and caught my breath back, Vidya hugged me tightly and whispered, "That scene always makes you so hot, doesn't it?"

"Yes." I admitted. "The way he used you, and ripped you apart with his huge prick, and you begged for more; I loved watching that part."

Vidya nodded. "Darling, he used your wife like a real man -- something you can never do. It's bound to turn someone like you on."

Vidya had never cheated on me -- except once. It was two years ago, and it was with my (former) boss Gaurav. It had been a one-off situation where she had to go to bed with him to save my job. For a week she had been his sex toy, fucked in every hole and used in every way sexually as possible. I had kept my job. Now Gaurav was gone, and I was promoted to his position, and it had all turned out well.

I then blurted out something that I had been thinking for some time.

"Vidya, sweetheart, I would love to watch you again with someone."

Shit! I thought, what am I saying?

We both knew that the idea of someone else fucking my wife turns me on. But, save for a desperate situation with Gaurav, Vidya has never cheated on me, and now I was telling her I would love to see her screw around with another man, where there was no need to do so.

For a minute, Vidya was quiet. Was she angry?

"Are you ... sure?" She finally asked. She wasn't angry! I thought I detected a curious (and hopeful?) tone in her voice.

"I ..." I decided to come clean to Vidya. That was one of the advantages of being a submissive husband. I could tell her any time what's on my mind. I didn't have any ego or false bravado to live up to -- Vidya knew I was no macho man and I didn't have to pretend. I could just surrender to her completely, and let her make the decisions. It was very liberating.

"You know I love you completely, Vidya." I told her, as she nodded and kissed me in acknowledgement. "I could never bear the loss of losing you; of not having you in my life. But sometimes, when I think of what Gaurav did to you, that whole week, and sometimes, when you tell me about your previous boyfriends, I really ... want to see you with ... another man."

"I see." Vidya had now taken my flaccid member in her hand and was gently rubbing it, knowing I was now in a vulnerable position. "Go on, my dearest."

"So I was thinking, if you ... if you ... did it with someone ..."

"You mean fuck another man on your marital bed? Cuckold you? Have another young, big, dick in my pussy?" Vidya was smiling like the cat that got the cream.

"Forget it." I realized it was a bad idea. "I am sorry I put you through that, darling. Please forgive me. I don't know what came over me."

"Yes, yes. It's better to forget it." Vidya seemed lost in thought. Then she turned her attention to another matter. "Let's get you up again, fatty. My ass still needs a cock -- no matter how small."

"Yes, dear."

Vidya forwarded the video to a section where Gaurav was eating her out on the sofa, before slapping her face several times, and finally giving her a good fuck. A few minutes later, I was hard enough to cum in Vidya's buttocks. Vidya often let me cum in her ass, as my small dick did not cause her much pain. After kissing each other good night, with the smell of semen all over the room, we both fell asleep.

I forgot our conversation as work kept me busy, and Vidya too was involved with an interior decorating course she was taking from home. I wanted to plan a weekend getaway for our anniversary, but my wife wanted to stay home. She told me to leave all planning to her; she would pick out a nice restaurant and so on. I gratefully acquiesced.

Soon, it was the day of our anniversary. It was a Tuesday, and I was at work. Around 10.30 in the morning, just when I was having my coffee break, Vidya called me.

"Honey!" She was panting. "Can you take the rest of the day off and come home?"

"Vidya! Is everything OK? Why are you panting?"

"No ... no ... everything is fine." Vidya gasped. "I am just ... masturbating."

"Oh." Was the only thing I could say at my wife's behavior.

"So, this is what I want you to do." Vidya instructed me. "Come home around 12 sharp. I will be going out soon, dropping our son at my mom's." Vidya's widowed mother lived just down the street, and every morning Vidya dropped our son off at her place so she could go to the gym or go shopping. "And so the house will be empty. Do you understand?"

I was the VP of a multinational firm, so of course I understood this simple instruction.

"Yes, dear. I will go to our house at 12 noon sharp."

"Good. Now fatso, listen to me carefully." Vidya's voice almost dropped to a whisper. "You will enter the house, and go up to our bedroom. Remember the huge walk in closet you were hiding and watching me as Gaurav pounded me, again and again, with his giant cock? Good! You will hide there, close that door. Take your iPad with you too -- the one that has the camera app."

"Yes, dear." I wondered what elaborate scheme Vidya was planning. She sometimes had this sexual role play games that she made me participate it, which were quite detailed. I wondered if she was planning something similar to those.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Harder! Harder! Ah!" Vidya was now screaming into the phone. No doubt, she was fingering herself to an orgasm.

"Ok! Where was I?" Catching her breath, Vidya continued. "So yes, you will remain hiding in that closet like the little fucking pervert you are."

My dick was rising at the condescending tone Vidya was using towards me, and at the noises of her orgasm.

"Now, listen to this, honey. This is important. NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, YOU WILL REMAIN INSIDE THE CLOSET until I specifically, remember, SPECIFICALLY, ask you to come out. Do you understand?"

"Yes, dear." My cock was now erect, wondering at the "no matter what happens" part. What did Vidya have in mind?

Soon, I took half the day off work and left, timing it so that I came home just around noon. Vidya and my son was nowhere to be seen. The house was freshly cleaned (Vidya could be a finicky cleaner when in the mood), and our bedroom was also properly made up. I took my iPhone with me, grabbed a stool and entered the huge walk-in closet of our bedroom. Placing the stool so I could sit and watch all the action on the bed through a crack on the closet door, I sat down and turned on my iPad.

In addition to viewing the bed through that crack, I could also see it on my iPad. Two years ago I had installed secret cameras in the bedroom and in the living room, and they were all wirelessly connected to my iPad. Those cameras helped me tape Vidya and Gaurav's affair, which we edited and gave anonymously to Gaurav's fiancée -- the daughter of the owner of the corporation I worked for. Our plan worked perfectly -- Gaurav was fired and I took his place. I switched on the iPad now, plugged in my headphones so I could listen, and switched to our living room camera.

I could hear a voice. Yes, Vidya had just entered our home, and someone seemed to be with her. I could hear a man's voice! Vidya soon came into the living room, and thus on my screen. I could see she was wearing a simple blue sari, wrapped nonchalantly around her body, with her waist and navel exposed. Her blouse was a small, low cut one, giving anyone a good view of her ample cleavage. Her hair was rolled up in a bun at the top of her head. Vidya's guest followed her into the living room. My jaws dropped in shock.

It was our doodhwaala Ramu! Our milkman! Ramu was a low-class labourer who went door to door on our street every morning delivering fresh milk to the housewives. What was he doing here? His delivery time should have been in the morning, I thought.
Ramu was very dark. He could almost be called black, so dark was his complexion. He was slightly tall, and I could see that he was built -- lugging around heavy cans of milk up all those flights of stairs was a physically demanding work. Ramu was wearing an old shirt that fit him tightly, and I could see his ripping muscles. His bright white shirt contrasted brilliantly with his ebony skin, and he wore a lungi (think of a lungi as a full length kilt that reached to your ankles -- it was a dress worn by the lower class outside as it was cheap).

Ramu followed Vidya into the living room, and I could see him sauntering in as if it was his house. And then Vidya turned, and they embraced! A pang of jealousy hit me as I saw his hands roaming all over her ass and squeezing her buttocks, while she hugged and kissed him, with her tongue deep inside his mouth. My surprise turned to arousal as Ramu reached up and squeezed Vidya's tits. He unbuttoned her blouse and made Vidya raise her arms. The blouse was soon on the floor, with Vidya's bosom hidden only by a small bra. My wife only threw back her head and purred as he continued to maul her chest. He then worked all over her, turning her around and kissing her buttocks, before playfully spanking them as Vidya laughed.

Watching the amorous couple make out, I realized they were very comfortable with each other. Ramu didn't call Vidya the usual respectable 'memsaab' but was referring to her by name as he aggressively groped her. Vidya also seemed very familiar with Ramu's touch. As my dick surged, I realized they must have been having this affair for some time now. I wondered how many times they had done it on our bed.

Finally, Vidya and Ramu took a breather.

"I will get you some tea, Ramu." My wife offered.

"No, Vidya." Ramu told her. "I want you." He grabbed at her boobs. Vidya playfully slapped his hands away.

"Later, Ramu. Let me go get some tea for you."

Vidya left for the kitchen, and Ramu sat down on my sofa, picked up the remote, and switched on the TV. Here was my doodhwala, a guy whose social standing was way below mine, and he was sitting in my house, watching my television, while having just enjoyed the charms of my wife. Vidya soon returned with the tea.

"Milk?" She asked, bending over to pour some sweetener into the tea.

"Hold on." Ramu lurched forward and grabbed her boobs. "Let this doodhwaala milk his favourite cow."

He reached into her bra, fumbled, and gently popped out one of her breasts. He repeated the action with her other one, as Vidya froze in position, bent over, remaining still. Her boobs were now hanging out of her bra, swinging pendulously. Ramu squeezed one tit, and then the other one. He pretended to milk her breasts as one would milk a cow. I had my dick out of my pants and was rubbing myself as I watched the scene through my iPad.

So there was my wife, bent over, with her bare boobs being fondled by our milkman, and he was calling her a cow, pretending to 'milk' her, while she was laughing and enjoying (even making "moo" sounds).

Ramu finished his tea as Vidya sat beside him, watching him. She made no move to make herself respectable and place her breasts back inside her bra, and they now hung out. She and Ramu made small talk, mostly about politics and the weather. Occasionally, while drinking tea, Ramu would reach out and squeeze one of her nipples, and Vidya would squeal with glee.

Ramu finished his tea, put down the cup and looked at Vidya.

"Vidya, this morning I had coffee. Then I have tea. Now I will have you."

"Yes, Ramu!" Vidya reached her arms around her back, and unhooked her bra, and threw it across the room. The pallu of her sari fell from her shoulders. She was now topless, locked in a passionate embrace with my milkman.

This morning I had coffee. I just realized the meaning behind Ramu's words. He was here this morning! So Vidya had lied to me, she wasn't masturbating -- it had been Ramu, fucking her!

"Oh, Ramu!" Vidya was now stroking a big bulge in Ramu's lungi with her hands. Ramu had by then unwrapped the sari off Vidya, so she only had her petticoat and panties on. Soon the petticoat was violently ripped off her body, and I could see that Vidya's panty was really a thong, so thin that it slipped into the crack of her butts, leaving the round globes of her ass in full view. This was a complete reversal of our situation, where it would be I who would be naked and Vidya clothed. Here, Vidya was completely exposed to our milkman, while he still had all of his clothes on.

"Ramu, pick me up, and take me to our room." Vidya urged him. She was now very horny, her voice hoarse with desire.

"Yes, memsaab."



Laughing, he picked up my wife easily. Vidya threw her arms around his neck, and her legs wrapped around his waist, essentially straddling him. I could see that Ramu had no trouble keeping his balance and walk, so strong was he, as Vidya remained attached to him. His hands supported her buttocks, and he would slap and spank at her ass while she continued to kiss him on his eyes, his ears, his nose, and of course, his mouth. My wife was now moaning as Ramu groped and squeezed and played with her butt cheeks, and he was carrying her out of the living room, and thus out of my view.

I could hear him walk up the stairs and soon they were in our marital room. Vidya's ass was now quite red from Ramu's spanks. It was her fault really, she had straddled him, leaving his hands free and her bare butts exposed and vulnerable -- and Ramu had taken advantage.

Vidya slipped out of her thong and lay down on the bed, completely naked, with her long legs spread wide open, giving Ramu a perfect view of her already wet pussy. Ramu untied the knot that held his lungi together and it dropped to floor. I gasped as I saw his tool -- he was hung like a horse. Next came off his shirt. He had a washboard stomach and a beautiful chest. In the words Vidya would later use to describe him, he was a hard working dark skinned stud.

A great pang of inadequacy hit me, as I realized this blue collar worker, who could be working for years to earn what I earned in a day, was soon going to (again!) fuck my wife. And I was powerless to stop it, hiding in the closet and wanking off to the sight of my wife getting a good old fashioned pounding by a stud.

Ramu pushed himself against Vidya. He moved his hips up and pressed the head of his giant cock at her opening. He pushed forward and Vidya pushed back. She was so wet that in one motion, Ramu slid the entire length of his cock into her pussy. He soon had a rhythm going, Vidya matching him thrust for thrust.

I realized that I was now, for the second time in my life, watching another man take my wife in our bedroom. With my full consent, my wife was now being penetrated by another well hung stud, a bull, while I massaged my dick in the closet.

A message from Vidya suddenly lit up my iPad, breaking my thoughts. I realized Vidya had sent a timed sms to me, pre-programming her phone to send me this message at a specific time. Ignoring the loud moans from the bed, I clicked to read her message.

"CUCKOLD (noun) -- a man whose wife has committed adultery, often regarded as an object of scorn."

So there it was, my wife was telling me in no uncertain terms what she thought of me, at the same time as our milkman was exploring her innermost depths. The words made me flush red with shame, as I realized her description was true -- she was getting a thorough fucking by our milkman and I was incapable of stopping her, and she was scorning me. I was a cuckold.

As he pumped her, Ramu was complimenting Vidya on her breasts, taking them in his hands and squeezing them up to lick each nipple in turn. He then told her, "Look at you, Vidya, moaning like a cheap prostitute, getting a fuck from me, your milkman. Doesn't your husband satisfy you like this?"

"Mmm...mmm ..." Vidya was in her own zone. "My husband has a small cock, Ramu. It's not even fit to be called a cock."

"Then I," Ramu declared with an evil smile as he drilled her, "am reaching parts of you that your husband has never been."

"Oh yes! Oh yes!"

I came in my pants, shooting into my hand, at the same time as Ramu ejaculated in her. Vidya was in heaven as Ramu pumped, and pumped, and pumped, his seed into her. As his balls slapped against her ass, he kept calling her all types of names -- randi (prostitute), chudail (witch), chutiya (pussy), kutti (bitch), bhos (cunt) and so on. Vidya, the wife of a senior executive of a global company, was lapping it all up, as she writhed around on the bed in ecstasy. Our milkman was insulting her with the vilest of insults, and she was content to be impaled on his monster tool.

Afterwards, as they remained on bed entangled in each other's arms, with his cum running down my wife's thighs, Ramu ran his fingers through her hair and asked her, "Vidya, what will happen if your husband finds out I have been fucking his wife for the last couple of weeks?"

"He won't." Vidya adamantly replied, knowing full well I was watching them from within ten feet away. "I have no intention of telling him."

"Yes, but what if I tell him?" Ramu had a sinister grin.

"No, you ... won't ... please tell me you won't." Vidya pleaded with him, while rubbing his phallus. "Please don't."

"Why not?" Ramu was enjoying my wife begging him, and giving him a gentle hand rub while doing so. "I have seen how he behaves with me -- as I don't exist! I want to hold him by the collar and tell him, I am man enough to fuck your wife in your house, over and over, for many days! Oh he will like that!"

"No, please don't do that." Vidya was now licking his member and cajoling him. "Please. He's a nice, kind man and I don't want to hurt him. Please."

"Then I won't fuck you again, randi." Ramu decided. "I am not going to be your little toy coming here every day for your amusement."

"No, no, no! Ramu, please don't!" My wife tried to stop him as he stood up, his cock half erect. I marveled at his power, he had just dumped a gallon of cum in Vidya's vagina, and here he was, Vidya's sucking has managed to get him ready to go again. She was still pleading with him. "Please don't say you will leave me, Ramu." She started to cry. "I need your cock in me. Please."

"Ok, kutti." Ramu sat back down on the edge of the bed and caught hold of a crying Vidya. Holding her firmly by her hair, he made her get down from the bed and kneel down in front of him. Vidya chocked back her sobs and looked up at Ramu in apprehension.

I admired Ramu's position. He was just an ordinary milkman, who in his life probably never had fucked someone as fair skinned or as high class a woman as Vidya. And here he was, with admirable self-control, having a woman like Vidya at his mercy, begging with him, cajoling him, all to get laid.

"Admit it, saali," He told her roughly, "You are a slut and you need my manhood."

"Yes. Sob. I need you in me, Ramu. Sob. I need a real man's meat inside me. I am a slut."

"OK." Ramu decided, "I won't tell your husband, and I will keep you on as my rakhail (mistress). But rakhails have to do what their master tells them to do."

He slapped her hard, twice. I was surprised to see him do that, but Vidya didn't even flinch. It looked like she was used to being used as a mere object of pleasure by this blue collar man, and she was relishing it. He slapped her a few more times, leaving dark red marks across her cheeks. Then he roughly pulled her up and positioned her on the bed, face down, with her butt up. Ramu's cock was now completely hard. I was astonished at his recovery powers -- by my calculations this was the third time he would be fucking my wife Vidya today.

He rubbed some saliva onto his dick, as Vidya cocked her head back to look expectantly. With a grunt, he plunged his hardness into the welcoming, fleshy cushions of her ass, this time penetrating her anally. I could hear Vidya gasp as he ploughed his way through, and no doubt she could feel the beginning of another orgasm. Ramu proceeded to fuck her ass hard and fast. He grabbed Vidya's hips with either hand and pulled her closer to him, thrusting deeply into her. Vidya was now crying out with what could only be the cries of unbelievable pleasure. With each thrust, he slapped her ass and they jiggled with the blow. Ramu suddenly went stiff and let out a primal howl as he started to cum in her rear tunnel. When he was finally through, Ramu pulled out and rolled onto his side, leaving a trail of semen across my wife's caboose.

"Vidya, madam, I am leaving. I still have to visit a few more houses to deliver milk."

"Yes. Yes." Vidya was still moaning, her eyes shut, cum oozing out of her every orifice. "When will you come tomorrow again, Ramu?"

"I will come when I will come." Ramu told her, putting his clothes back on. "You will remain home all day to wait for me."

"Yes, Ramu." Vidya was still lying face down, her hand rubbing her crotch area. "I am your rakhel. I will be ready for you all day."

I heard the main door shut and Ramu leave. I wanted to come out of the closet, but Vidya had asked me to wait.

"Oh my fat cuckold, are you there?" Vidya asked me in a sing-song voice. "Come out now."

I opened the door of the closet and walked out. I was now wearing only my underwear and a T-shirt. And what a sight greeted me. It was the vision of my wife, fresh from fucking another man, with the room reeking of his sweat and cum.

"Did you wank off, my little cuckold?" Vidya asked me, turning around and sitting up. As she did so, more cum leaked out of her openings.

"Yes, dear, once. The first time when he entered and started to cum in you today."

"You mean the second time." Vidya grinned. She was no fool -- she knew I had now deduced Ramu had my wife impaled on his dick when she made the call. But, that meant, I thought suddenly, while Ramu was fucking her, if she made the call, then he must have known I was hiding in the closet?

"No." Vidya clarified. "Remember, I spoke to you in my mother tongue. Ramu doesn't speak that."

Vidya then asked me to undress and come to bed. I complied meekly. Once I was in bed, Vidya grabbed my ears.

"Do you want to hear about how our affair started?" She asked.

"Yes, dear."

"Well, since you just wanked off, you will need time to recuperate. After all, you are not Ramu. So I'd better tell you how a milkman got to fuck his malkin, and perhaps that will get you going again, eh, hubby darling?"

"Yes, dear."

Vidya slapped me, hard.

SLAP!

"You are nothing but a cuckold!"

"Yes, dear."

SLAP!

"All you wanted was to see another man fuck your wife. You are not a real man."

"Yes, dear."

SLAP!

"And now, you want to know how your wife started to be the rakhail of an ordinary milkman."

"Yes, dear."

SLAP!

I was now breathing hard, as was my wife. With each slap my cock rose up just a little. When Vidya was satisfied I had been thoroughly punished for being a cuckold, she started her story.

"You remember, darling, the conversation we had the other day, about a month ago, when you admitted you wouldn't mind seeing me with another man in bed?"

"Yes, dear."

"That got me thinking. I mean, sex with you is, I admit, pleasurable. And you do manage to make me cum. But it's a lot of work on my behalf. Ever since Gaurav, I missed having someone just, you know, take me. Use me. Fuck me. I missed having a REAL dick in my pussy."

"Yes, dear."

[sexy]

"So, next morning, since you seemed open to the idea, I started to think who could fuck me, who would I grant the privilege of making you a cuckold -- again! At first I thought of your friends, but they are all like you -- fat, geeky, shy. Not a real man. Then I thought of my old boyfriends, particularly Mohan. But I realized part of the thrill I was getting was that I needed to feel a new dick."

"Yes, dear."

"And then, the doorbell rang. I knew it was Ramu, who had come to deliver our milk. A thrill ran through my legs as I realized that Ramu could be my next lover. He was dark skinned, which I like, and I could see he had a ripping physique. And I have heard these lower class labourers can be pretty handy between their legs. And now we know he was good, eh?"

"Yes, dear."

"I actually felt more comfortable with the idea of letting a 100-rupee-a-day labourer fuck me like a streetside whore, than to let one of your middle class friends insert his dick into my pussy." Vidya confessed. "Does that make sense?"

"Yes, dear, it sounds cheap but it's making me more excited."
SLAP!

"That's because you are not a real man, darling. That's why Ramu can cum in me as he wants, while you need help."

"Yes, dear."

Vidya kept rubbing my dick, which was getting harder and harder. In particular, I was now eagerly awaiting the story of how Vidya seduced Ramu, once she decided it was him.

"You remember, darling, my bathrobe, the one that just comes up to my hips?" When I nodded, Vidya continued. "I decided to ditch my saris, and wear that. So, wearing just this flimsy bathrobe, and a small thong, I opened the door."

"He must have gotten a shock," I commented.

"Yes." Vidya confirmed. "Ramu's eyes were wide open as he stared at me. I then asked him to follow me to the kitchen to put the milk in the fridge. I could tell his eyes were on my ass, and my shapely legs, as I led him to the kitchen. As I bent over and opened the fridge door, I am sure he must have gotten a good look at my panty covered moist pussy."

I could picture it in my mind. An average milkman would have certainly thought of nothing else the whole day after Vidya had flashed him.

"This continued for a few days." Vidya went on with her story. "I would tease him with different clothes. Once I wore your dress shirt, and nothing else. Then one day, I tried to get a glass from the top shelf and Ramu saw me unable to that. He had gotten a bit bolder by this time, so he decided to help me and reached for the glass. But while doing so, he pressed his body close to mine, and his arm was touching mine. My hand was already shaking and he pressed his hand onto mine. And then he just stayed like that. His body was almost spooning mine, and I could feel his hard cock against my ass. I could tell he was a giant there, and I knew I made the right choice."

"Were you scared?" I asked her.

"Not really." Vidya laughed. "What's the worst that could happen? He would rape me? That would make my job easier." She laughed again, and I cringed. Vidya then continued, "Ramu stayed like that, and so did I for a few seconds. I think he was testing my limits. I didn't push him off or scold him, and so he stepped back reluctantly. Remember, I was just wearing a shirt, so his hardness was actually rubbing against my bare clitoris."

"Wow, that must have been something for him." I remarked.

"Yes, but more importantly, I could feel his throbbing manhood." Vidya answered. "I was so wet, I almost wanted to rip his lungi off and ask him to fuck me there. But I knew this had to go on at its own pace. The next day, I asked him to stay for tea. I was wearing one of your old T-shirts that day. Ramu, who was a bit apprehensive whether I would be upset, lit up into a smile when I asked him for tea. So there I was, dressed just in a loose T-shirt that barely covered my butts, making tea for our milkman, when out of the blue, he grabbed my right butt cheek and pinched me."

"Wow, he has some cheek -- no pun intended!" I was, once more, amazed at Ramu's audacity.

"Yes," Vidya replied. "But even then, I didn't do anything, just glare at him and continued to make him tea. The next two days, the same thing happened. He would pinch or spank my ass, and then actually knead my bum, before I would give him tea. Remember, this was my bare bum he was playing with. I don't think Ramu ever thought he would be spanking a gori mem like me on her butt and she would allow him to do so without repercussions. I think letting him have his way with my ass now made him now quite bold. However, this was nothing compared to what happened the next day. Things moved fast."
Vidya now ran her hand up and down my shaft. I was now very hard. The story of Vidya's teasing and eventual succumbing at the hands of Ramu was making me very horny. Vidya continued her tale.

"The next day, I had very little on. I wore one of your big, dress shirts, with few buttons buttoned to give Ramu a good view of my cleavage. Ramu arrived on time, and this time he said he needed money. I had completely forgotten that it was that time of the month, when we paid him for a month's milk and cleared the tab. I told him to come to the kitchen while I got the money. I was really enjoying the hungry looks he was giving my butt as we walked to the kitchen. He smacked my bum a couple of times as we walked through the hallway. I even froze and let him knead my bare ass cheeks with his rough hands, before we proceeded to the kitchen. However, after looking around the kitchen for a bit, and while he followed my chest with his eyes, I told him I didn't have any money on me. I couldn't find enough change. Ramu then asked me if I would like to, in his words, 'pay another way'."

"We all know what he meant." I said drily.

"Yes," Vidya replied. "With that, he suddenly made his move. I guess I had been teasing him enough and Ramu decided to hell with the consequences -- he would have me. He came from behind me and grabbed me. His hands automatically went to my breasts as he pushed me face down on the kitchen table. So there I was, bent over the kitchen table, wearing only a shirt but with my bum naked, wet from all my teasing, and ready to be taken."

I whistled. It was some mental image. Vidya continued, "Ramu dropped his lungi, pulled out his prick and started to fuck me all in seconds. It happened so fast! I wanted to mock scream in anger and indignation, but his pounding and oh, how he fucked me!"

Vidya paused as she vividly recollected the scene in her mind.

"Darling, it was an amazing feeling as he drove his penis deep inside me." Vidya recounted. "And honey, when I say deep, I mean deep. I had never been penetrated so far and I had to brace myself as he lunged in and out. Well, except for Mohan. You know, I have often talked about my old boyfriend Mohan, and how he had a huge dick?"

I nodded. I knew all about Mohan, and the various sex positions he used on Vidya.

"Now imagine Mohan's size, given how huge Ramu was. Of, if only Mohan was here now, and he and Ramu fucked me together ..." Vidya began to rub her clit as she started to fantasize being taken by two monster cocks. After a while, hastily, she went back to her story.

"After a few strokes of his meat, my anger and indignation turned to a huge craving, and I began to beg Ramu to fuck me as hard and as deep as he could. I was beyond caring, I was shouting! And then he came all over me. I couldn't stand up, my knees were buckling at his fucking, and he had deposited a gallon of cum inside me! It trickled down my legs on to the floor -- everywhere! Ramu then told me to get up and make him tea. He was ordering me about! And I made him tea, and boy did he slap my behind whenever I walked past him."

"You do have a very nice ass, darling." I told her.

"Why thank you." Vidya smiled. She ran her lips on my dick, helping it become more rigid, and continued her tale. "Even though he liked my ass, I would find out later Ramu was more fascinated with my boobs. I guess, coming from a lower class background, the women he has screwed don't wear bras, so their breasts lack support. Mine are big, full, perky, bouncy, and no doubt I am much fair skinned than he is used to. He just can't stop squeezing them!"

"You do have wonderful boobs, darling." I acknowledged her busty rack.

Vidya then lied down on her back, and told me to mount her. Her cunt was completely wet, and Ramu's cum was sloshing around in her cavity as I plunged into her.

"I can hardly feel you darling." Vidya told me, as I started to grind against her, feeling another man's cum in my wife's vagina. "That Ramu has stretched my cunt like anything. Anyways, so as I was saying, after he had his tea, he told me to get ready, again. I was amazed at how fast he was up again. I then told him. 'Let's move this into the bedroom.' I fucked Ramu twice that morning. And he has been coming back, every day, since then."

"How long will you continue to see him, darling?" I asked Vidya, as she moved her hips in tune to my thrusts.

"Honey!" Vidya laughed. "You saw the size of Ramu's monster. Do you have to ask? I thought that's what you wanted? You think you can pretend you don't want me to see him anymore, but that tiny dick of yours that's so hard now inside my clit isn't lying, my little cuckold."

I must have made a face, for Vidya then taunted me, "Awww, what's wrong honey? You look so scared and sad ... hehe ... I know, I know, baby, it's tough to see me with a real man's dick. I know it looks like you could never please me again, but that's why I wanted you to watch, sweetie."

That did it. Vidya's taunts put me over the edge. With a grunt, I started to cum in her. When I was finally done, I collapsed on her, drained.

Vidya gently cupped my cheeks, kissed me a deep, long, loving kiss.

"Happy anniversary, darling." She said, hugging me tightly. "I love you. Hope you loved your present."

"Happy anniversary, sweetheart." I gushed, grateful for a hot, slutty wife like Vidya.

The next morning as I left for work, I ran into Ramu at the gate. He greeted me with a polite smile and a nod. My emotions and feelings were confused as I answered and headed out, now with the secure knowledge that this ordinary milkman had actually fucked my wife every day for the last 2 weeks, several times daily, and moreover, was heading up to do the same again in my absence. What really turned me on was that my wife was being penetrated by a guy with a huge penis, much larger than mine, and he was fucking my wife in my house, on my own bed. Sometimes I wondered if Ramu was stretching my wife's cunt beyond recovery. When she asked me to fuck her at night, she complained that she could hardly feel my tiny dick.

This continued until Ramu had to go back to his village because of some family crisis, and he wasn't going to return to the city in the near future. My wife Vidya had been Ramu's mistress for nearly three months by then. The last day he came to visit her, he had her four times, once cumming in the mouth, once shoving it up her the ass, and twice she did him in the kitchen, taking his monster cock up her cunt for one last, good-bye fuck. When I came home, I found her sleeping on the sofa, covered in love bite marks and dried cum.

Both of us are glad that our lives are now back to normal. Vidya says she misses her lover, but it was just a nice distraction in our daily lives, and I have nothing to worry about from her. Sometimes though, in the middle of the night when I would be into her, she would take his name. Or Mohan's. And I would wonder just how long it would be before I encouraged her to find yet another lover.
"Spread your legs, raandi." My boss, Mr. Sarun commanded in an authoritative voice. He was someone who was used to being obeyed at once.

"Yes, Sirjee." My wife Vidya complied immediately. Vidya was a regular gym going woman, and she had great, shapely legs that she now spread obediently. If being called a prostitute, or "raandi", disturbed her, she never showed it. Mr. Sarun climbed on top of her and positioned himself. With a grunt, he plunged into her.

"Oh! Oh!" Vidya's mouth shaped into a round "O" as my boss pushed his cock deep into her.

"What a tight cunt you have, bitch." Mr. Sarun told her. "You are a great lay."

"Oh. Ah." Vidya panted as my boss pushed himself deeper into her cavity. "T-thank you... Sirjee."

I watched, my head hanging with shame, as my own boss rocked to and fro against my dear wife, in my presence. Anger, jealousy, vengefulness - that's what you would think a man would feel when he saw his dear wife get taken by another man. And yet here I was, watching Vidya cuckold me (again), and getting aroused. I watched as Vidya arched her back, her eyes now shut, and clearly she was in the throes of yet another orgasm. My boss continued to hump her.

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"Oh. My. God." Vidya panted as Mr. Sarun continued to pummel her. "Oh, Sirjee! Your cock ... it's so deep in me. No one has ever fucked me the way you do, Sirjee!"

"Ha!" Mr. Sarun laughed and cast a pitiful glance at me. "Not even your husband!"

"I ..." Vidya hesitated. Ever the dutiful wife, she didn't want to put me down.

"Answer me, slut," Mr. Sarun grinned, "Or I will pull out now!"

"No! No! Sirjee! Please don't stop!" Vidya panted. "Yes, Sirjee! My husband doesn't fill me up like you do. He never did, Sirjee!"

"Yes!" Mr. Sarun grunted. "You are a first class whore, Vidya. You just needed to spend some quality time with a real man who knows how to fuck you right and make you moan and cum like the raandi that you are."

"Aaaaah. Aaaaah. Yes, Sirjee! AAAAH!"

"Get ready, slut." He harshly barked at her. "I am going to cum."

"Yes, Sirjee." Ever the dutiful slut, my wife Vidya readied herself as Mr. Sarun's buttocks tightened in anticipation of his climax. His back clenched, and his face contorted as he started to dump his virile seed into my wife.

Even after he came (and came and came) into her unprotected womb, Mr. Sarun just remained inside her, entrenched, and continued to kiss and caress her. Vidya too continued to hug and return his smooches and let him play with her milky breasts until he was hard again. Clearly my boss wasn't finished with her, and wouldn't be for a long time. He switched positions so that he was now on the bottom and Vidya was riding him like a cowgirl.

His hands reached up to play with her full-size tits. Vidya was impaled on his huge spear and I could see that she loved it. Her nipples were hard and erect, there was a light sweat on her brow, and her breathing was fast and shallow.

"Hey, Rajesh!" My boss called out to me as my wife continued to ride him. "Like what you see?"

"Er... yes, Sir." I meekly replied.

My boss, the Chairman of the Board, was getting ready to cum again. He pinched her nipples, and obediently Vidya opened her mouth and leaned forward, letting my boss French kiss her and poke his tongue into her. With a deep, throaty groan he started to empty his balls into my wife, filling her with yet another load.

A couple of hours later I sat down at the edge of the bed and listened to the soft snoring of my wife Vidya. She was exhausted, tired, and had fallen asleep. Her clothes lay on a heap beside the bed. I glanced at her pubes. Dry, matted cum covered her love hole, and spunk ran down her legs. Even as she softly turned in her sleep, more semen oozed out of her buttocks, staining the bed sheet. Semen that was not mine but belong to my boss Mr. Sarun, the Chairman of the Board of Directors of the company, who was right now sleeping next to her. We were staying at Mr. Sarun's palatial house in Calcutta, and my wife Vidya was the latest addition to his harem of concubines.

Mr. Sarun was sleeping as well. His long cock was now limp, and I could see Vidya's love juices glistening on his shaft. He had been on my dear wife all night. Even though he had been fucking her for a week, they were still like newlyweds. Tonight it had started in the living room, where he stripped Vidya naked (in front of the rest of the servants). Mr. Sarun was the boss - and he liked to assert his dominance. Vidya, as far as he was concerned, was just a cum dump with no sense of personal dignity. If that meant stripping her naked in front of everyone, so be it. Besides, by this time, everyone had seen her naked, and worse.

After shredding her of her clothes, he then had Vidya lie down on the floor on her face, and started to fuck her in the ass, right there on the living room floor while the rest of the household looked on. And I, her husband, was just a mere silent witness.

There had been no preliminaries. Mr. Sarun stepped out of his pants, rolled down his underwear so his huge cock came into view, and then spit on his hands and rubbed them against his shaft. That was the only lubrication Vidya was afforded. He then lay down on top of my wife and pushed his manhood deep into her anal cavity.

"Mmmph!" Vidya cried out, as with a grunt, Mr. Sarun's monster dick tore into her ass.

Even as we all watched, me the husband, and the rest of the household which were Mr. Sarun's maid servants and their husbands, Mr. Sarun would occasionally pause, raise a hand and smack Vidya sharply on her bum, leaving a red handprint. He would then smack her on the other cheek, before resuming the butt fucking. Vidya was being fucked like a two rupee whore in front of me, and I could do nothing but watch helplessly. I just hoped he wasn't hurting her a lot.

Even as Vidya was being spanked on her bum and called all types of crude insults, she would make grunting and moaning noises enthusiastically as Mr. Sarun boned her. There is nothing like hearing your wife moan passionately in the throes of an orgasm, with her lover's cock buried deep into one of her cavities. Mr. Sarun had a special talent of making Vidya cum easily, and cum often.

I watched feebly as he emptied the first of his many gallons of cum into my wife. My boss then grabbed Vidya by the hair. He liked to pull her by the hair. One of his favourite postions was having Vidya on all fours, like a dog, get behind her and bury his manhood into her anus, while holding on to her hair. This time he pulled her up and barked, "Saali! Come, let's continue this upstairs."

"Yes, Sirjee." Obediently Vidya stood up, and we could see his cum run down her crack, and onto her milky white thighs. The driver Imtiaz and the gardener Fateh watched jealously as Vidya, her charms completely on display, followed their master Mr. Sarun out of the room, her ass jiggling and her tits bouncing as she walked. Without being asked, I too followed the couple down the hallway like a pet dog. The only comfort I had was that it was Saturday night, and tomorrow we fly back home.

Perhaps I should start at the beginning.

It's been almost nine months since my darling wife Vidya's torrid affair with Ramu the milkman ended. Ramu, the tall, dark, well built, low class labourer who had his long pecker buried deep in my fair, gori wife Vidya on an almost daily basis for months. Ramu had to go back to his village for some emergency, and although he promised to come back, Vidya hadn't heard anything back from him. I am sure she missed him - and his huge cock - but our marital life has since gone back to normal. Even though it had been my idea for her to have an affair, I was worried that Ramu was stretching my wife's cunt beyond repair, and whether I could truly satisfy my wife after the affair. It turns out I needn't have worried.

Vidya was once more playing the role of my perfect gorgeous trophy wife, and a dutiful mother to our son Aakash. She would get up early every morning to make me breakfast, and give me a good, wet, sloppy kiss before I left for work. She would be rubbing my groin all the time as we kissed on the doorstep, giving me a terrific hard-on that would remind me of her the whole day. Vidya would then drop off our son after feeding him to her mother's, so Aakash got to spend some time with his maternal grandmother Poonam, and Vidya got to spend some alone time at the gym and work out and do yoga. Vidya did not just do yoga, she would go to the bathroom and take pictures of her buttocks clothed in tight spandex and send them to me via Snapchat, just to titillate me. After she was done, she would pick our son up, and start making dinner just in time for me to return home. And later at night, depending on Vidya's mood, we would have sex or have a good cuddle.

Of course when I say we have sex, it's mostly me carrying out Vidya's orders to satisfy her as she wished, and in the end Vidya allowing me to cum (sometimes inside her). I didn't mind of course, I loved to obey and serve Vidya as she wanted me to. I mean, one has to only look at her! I was the envy of all of my friends, and I am sure behind our back their wives would question how I managed to land a bombshell like Vidya. My wife was tall by Indian standards; she was 5'8" and kept in very good shape. Her gorgeous curves emphasized her humongous breasts, which she made no effort to hide (thank goodness!).

Many a man was forced to a helpless stammering mess as he was caught staring at her chest, while Vidya had been talking to him. With her wide hips, and what was once described by my former boss Gaurav as a "very spankable ass", Vidya could give any guy an instant hard on. She was a sex goddess, and she was my wife. Why wouldn't I be just happy to be with her, sharing the same bed as her, licking her foot, sucking her gaand (ass) or depositing my cum into her?

It helped that I knew my place. I wasn't really well built, and I had a very small penis. Vidya had laughed on our wedding night when she had pulled down my shorts. She wrapped her hands around my penis and her hands completely engulfed my manhood - and then she burst out laughing.

"I am sorry, darling, I..." She was apologizing in the midst of her laughter. I was croaking as Vidya examined my flaccid cock and continued to say, "I am sorry, darling."

"No, I am sorry." I told her. "I know I don't have a large penis, and I know I can never measure up to your standards, so I am sorry."

"Oh, no, don't be, darling." Vidya had placed a hand on her mouth to muffle her laughter. "I am sorry I shouldn't have laughed. But don't worry; I knew exactly what I was getting into. I always figured you had a very small penis."

We had dated for some time before marriage, but Vidya never allowed me to have sex with her. As she told me, she was 'saving me for marriage'. I was a virgin, and she wanted to take my virginity on our marriage night. I of course was under no illusion; I knew she had been a promiscuous lady. When we made our wedding list, Vidya pointed out the names of various men on her side of the list and told me so-and-so had butt fucked her, and so-and-so had taken her pussy, and there was also a list of men who had gotten a facial from her. It made me deeply aroused, and emasculated, to know that many of the guests at my wedding had managed to penetrate my wife and I hadn't yet.

After our marriage Vidya then proceeded to train me in sexually satisfying her.

It took some time of course. I am ashamed to admit I didn't last long on our marriage night. Who could, with a woman like Vidya rubbing her dainty finger nails across your scrotum? Just to see her walk from the bathroom to our bed was enough to make me cum. Vidya's swinging buttocks as she sashayed like a model could leave any man breathless. She did not hide the fact that my penis was small - she called it "small, cute, and functional". And so she instituted a few ground rules for the bedroom; rules that I was only too happy to follow, since it gave her pleasure, and giving her gratification allowed me to have pleasure.

I knew I could never give her full satisfaction with my small appendage, so I learned how to finger her and lick her to orgasms, and how simple things, like kissing her toes, or presenting my cheeks to be slapped, or even following her Clothed Female Naked Male rule (which stated that once we retired for the night to bed I was to completely strip, and Vidya would remain clothed as she wished) gave her delight.

Thus, depending on Vidya's mood, I would be naked, kissing the bottom of her feet, and then slurping her asshole, before flicking my tongue at her crotch. Other times she would then have me finger fuck her to an orgasm, and then I would present my bum to her. A few smacks, before she would tell me to turn around. She would then proceed to slap my face. Another orgasm later, during which she would hold me by the ear and pull it tight, she would then tell me to climb onto her. Fully wet, her vagina would then be easy to slide into as she would then tell me to cum. I would then empty my seed into her, before thanking her and kissing her for a very enjoyable time. Cuddling together, we would then spoon and go to sleep.

So I am one husband who is not ashamed to say I have no problems with letting my wife Vidya be the boss in our marriage - I was just glad to be along for the ride. I just couldn't believe a guy like me was having a gorgeous sex goddess like her all to myself to enjoy.

Well, not all to myself.

When we married, Vidya had no intention of straying. As she put it, her slutty days were over, and she wanted a marriage on her terms - where I would provide for her, serve her, obey her and in return she would be the virtuous Indian wife of my wettest dreams. Fate, we later realized, had other ideas. Some women are born not to be ever caged.

Of course, and I am embarrassed to admit it, there were some good moments about her affair with Ramu. It's not easy to be a man and admit that your gori (fair) wife being fucked by the dark, lowly labour class milkman gives you the thrills, but the fact that Vidya was being regularly pounded by a man with a much bigger cock than mine, a man who could last several times longer than me, and whose recuperative powers were phenomenal had its benefits. For one, Vidya was in a very good mood the whole time she was having the affair. I guess having a cock that went deep into her pussy for a change can put any woman in a good mood. Second, whenever she was having getting a piece of Ramu, she would taunt me and my manhood for Ramu's pleasure. Afterwards when I would return from work, she would recount the day's action to me, while slapping me as a punishment for being a willing cuckold. Then she would give me a mind blowing sex with her as a reward for letting Ramu hump her.

Of course even as she would spread her legs for me, and I would wiggle my penis around inside of her, I knew she could feel the difference between my little weenie and a real baby maker like Ramu's. Still, I was just glad she was allowing me to deposit my cum in her at all, even as she had access to a monster cock. Later on, as I would lie in bed, my balls completely drained, Vidya would snuggle, give me a deep kiss and tell me that I was the best husband in the world. It would make my day just to hear her say that.

That had been nine months ago, and our life had gone back, as I said, to some semblance of normal. For a change, I was the only one enjoying my wife in bed. Yes, sometimes Vidya did take Ramu's name during sex, and at other times she confessed sometimes when the doorbell would ring she would hope it was Ramu, but overall she was content to just be my wife and a one-man-woman for a change.

It was all to change quite suddenly. One fine day the Chairman of the Board of Directors of our company, Mr. Sarun, came down to see me in my office.

Now I was the President of the company, but that just meant I was the most important employee of the company and the most well paid - but nevertheless a mere employee. Being President didn't mean I owned anything of the company beyond some few measly common stocks. The common stock was what most companies sold in the stock market. It allowed investors and individuals to buy and trade stock in the company and make profit (or loss), and share in the dividends. However this stock did not give them much voting rights. The company belonged primarily to a rich family who controlled 90% of the preferred stocks. The preferred stock allowed them to overrule all other shareholders if they wished, and gave them tremendous power in the company. They sat on the Board, and the Chairman was the patriarch of the family, Mr. Sarun Anand. Of course like most of us Indians, he went by his first name, so he was known simply as Mr. Sarun.


Mr. Sarun was tall. He had been to an English convent school and had been on the school rugby team (only these English schools in India had a rugby team), and still looked it. You would never think he was a fifty year old man who had a daughter my age. Standing a few inches over 6 feet, he had massive broad shoulders, and had kept himself very fit and athletic. He was also very dark, almost black, in complexion - a true Dravidian.

Now Mr. Sarun did not spend a lot of time in our office. He mainly lived in USA, but spent some time in Calcutta every month near the head offices of his empire. Our company and other offices were in the city of Pune. Mr. Sarun would come down to Pune every month for 3-4 days and stay in a five star hotel nearby. So I had not encountered him much other than brief meetings, and I wondered what he wanted with me, showing up in my office without any notice.

As President, I did have a large corner office and a door that could be shut off for privacy. Mr. Sarun walked by my secretary, told her that he would be busy with me for some time and to cancel all of my appointments, and then walked in and shut the door. So now he and I were alone in my office.

"Sir!" I stood up. "It is such a surprise - a pleasant surprise I assure you - to see you here! I hope everything is alright, Sir!"

We at the office used to call him "Sir" out of respect. This is also standard Indian practice where you call your boss "Sir".

After shaking my hand with his massive one, Mr. Sarun made some small talk about our new sales figures and hires. Then he pointed at the picture frame on my desk.

"You have a very lovely wife, Rajesh."

"Why, um, thank you Sir." I answered, happy to be talking about anything else other than business. The picture of Vidya I had on my desk was indeed a sexy picture of her, showing her in a figure hugging white sari, with a tight blouse, and her midriff bare. She was pouting, and eyes had a mischievous smile as she looked naughtily at the camera.

"Rajesh," Mr. Sarun suddenly dropped his voice and sat down in the chair opposite my desk. He then motioned for me to sit as well. "I wanted to talk to you about Gaurav."

Suddenly time paused, and I could almost hear the seconds tick on the wall clock as my heart skipped a beat. Gaurav had been the President of the company before me, and also Mr. Sarun's daughter's boyfriend, before he had been fired.
"You see," Mr. Sarun continued, keeping his eyes focused on me. "I had always wondered why my daughter let go of Gaurav all of a sudden. One minute she was in love with him, next minute she wanted nothing to do with him."

"Yes, Sir." I tried to keep my breathing normal despite my increasing heart rate.

"Then, of course I heard about this sex video of Gaurav where he is banging some whore and talking about how he was taking kickbacks on our contracts."

My throat became very dry. The 'whore' that Mr. Sarun was referring to was of course my wife Vidya. It was how we had set up Gaurav, how he was fired and how ultimately I took on his position in the company. I could see Mr. Sarun's eyes were on me.

"I never saw that tape, of course." The Chairman suddenly smiled, and leaned in. "Until yesterday."

"Sir." I felt I had to say something. "My wife ... and I ... we had gone for counseling, sir. It ... was a low point in my life. But ... we, um, managed to work through it."

It was all a lie, of course. Vidya had seduced Gaurav and made him confess during their love making of how he was embezzling the company and trying to lay the blame on me. It was how I had become President in the first place.

"I see." Mr. Sarun was silent for a while. "Where did you go for counseling, Rajesh?"

"I ... I ..." I stammered and tried to think of a name before he cut me off.

"I think it's a remarkable coincidence, Rajesh, that your wife has an affair with Gaurav." His voice was now steady, sharp and focused. "And then a mysterious video shows up with him confessing to the crime. And then you become the President of this company."

"Sir ... I ... what are you saying, sir?"

Mr. Sarun didn't say anything but picked up the photo of Vidya.

"Such a sexy woman, eh, Rajesh?" He laughed. "You are lucky to have her as a wife."

"I ..." I was really at a loss for words.

"Yes, a sex bomb." Mr. Sarun gazed at Vidya's picture. "Nice long legs, good broad ass, and a great set of tits."

"Um .. er, thank you sir." I don't know why I thanked him. Here he was, making crude comments about my beloved wife, and I was thanking him.

"I bet she sucks cock really well, eh Rajesh?"

"Sir .. I..."

"I saw in the video how she sucked on Gaurav's meat like a cheap fifty rupee hooker."

"Er ... Sir ... as I said, we were having a ..."

"I bet she still gives a great head. She ever give you head, Rajesh?"

"Er, um ... yes Sir." My voice was meek, deferential, even as Mr. Sarun continued to make the most inappropriate comments about my wife.

"She let Gaurav fuck her gaand. Does she still take it in the ass, Rajesh?"

"Um ... sometimes, Sir."

"She seems to have a nice rack to play with." Mr. Sarun gave a wolf whistle. "I love a woman who's stacked and not afraid to flaunt it. You are lucky boy, Rajesh."

"Um, yes Sir."

"Tell me, is Gaurav the only time she cuckolded you, my boy?"

"Sir ... I am not comfortable ..."

"FUCK YOU Rajesh! You'd better answer me or you can get your ass out of here this instant. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir!" I replied in a miserable tone.

"Now, is Gaurav the only time your wife fucked another man?"

"Er ... no, sir."

Mr. Sarun whistled. "I thought so! Such a chootiya, a slut, usually never stops at one."

He then narrowed his eyes. "And you knew?"

I could not speak with shame, and merely nodded.

"Who?"

"Er, our milkman sir."

"I need details, Rajesh."

I quietly told him about Vidya's affair with Ramu. Mr. Sarun whistled as I told him about how long it had lasted, and how it had been my idea as a gift to Vidya.

My boss then dropped the bombshell.

"I want you to bring her to me."

"Sir?!"

Mr. Sarun now stood up. "Rajesh, my boy, as you know, I have a big palatial house in Calcutta. This weekend, and for a week, you two are to be my guests. My secretary will book you on an afternoon flight on Saturday. You will be at my place by the evening, and leave the following Sunday. Find someone to look after your kid for a week. I trust that won't be a problem?"

I didn't say anything, as he continued. I noticed that there was a bulge in his crotch area as he spoke. It was clear that he was aroused by Vidya.

"I haven't fucked a high class pussy in a while. Rajesh, my boy, if you know what's good for you, you better prepare your wife before you guys get there. Otherwise, you can start looking for a new job on Monday."

"Yes, Sir."

"Rajesh." My boss laughed. "Don't be so miserable. I should be mad at you. Chasing and seducing a married woman is always a challenge, but that's the thrill. Yet here you are, a willing cuckold, gifting your wife to me. The least that you can do for me is ensure your wife is a good lay."

Dinner, when I got home, was a somber affair. I recounted to Vidya all the gory details of what had transpired in the office, and she listened with a solemn look.

"This is crazy!" She lashed out once I finished. "This is blackmail!"

"Yes, dear, I know!"

"I mean," Vidya continued. "It's one thing when I willingly allow another man to have sex with me and cuckold you, darling. You like that kind of thing. You get your jollies watching me have sex with another man, and I get to enjoy a real cock for a change. We were all consenting adults in that affair with Ramu, except that he didn't know you knew. He was thinking we were doing it behind your back."

"Yes, dear."

"This ... this is wrong! This is pure blackmail. I am not going to allow another man to fuck me, to abuse me, to have my pussy, against my will."

"Yes, dear."

We debated our options. I could of course leave the job. That meant leaving one of the best jobs in the country in a down economy. With Mr. Sarun's connections, I had no doubt he would make it hard for me to find another similar job again soon. Moreover, I told Vidya that Mr. Sarun had left an implicit threat that he would forward the video to some of our closest relatives and friends. In the end, like all important decisions in our marriage, I left the choice to Vidya.

"Let's sleep on it." Vidya decided. "I will take a decision tomorrow."

"Yes, dear."

I was under the impression that she would be too angry to do anything but sleep, but Vidya always managed to surprise me. She had me strip, and then we had sex. I didn't even have to lick her or finger her - she was really wet. I of course didn't last long, my cock was already hard thinking about Vidya with my boss, but I managed to hold out until Vidya had mercy and allowed me to cum. I squirted my spunk into her.

"I will do it." Vidya decided, once we were snuggling after sex. "Your boss is an old man. Just how many times can he bang me in a week? My pussy can handle an old man, dear."

Famous last words, as they say. And that was how both of us, Vidya and me, found ourselves on a flight to Calcutta on Saturday.

[sexy]

The short 2 hour flight was uneventful. Vidya and I just had a carry on each, and as per Mr. Sarun's secretary's instructions, I was to have all my stuff in my carryon, and Vidya was to have all of her stuff in hers. Our flight had been first class, and my wife had drunk more than a few glasses of wine, no doubt to calm her nerves. She mostly slept through the second hour of the flight, and we landed in Calcutta around a couple of hours before sunset.

We were picked up at the VIP lounge of Calcutta airport by Imtiaz, a male servant who worked in the household of Mr. Sarun. He grabbed both of our carry-ons and led us to a shiny new Mercedes in the parking garage. We were soon on our way, chauffeured by Imtiaz.

I made small talk with Imtiaz. My wife Vidya was silent, probably wondering about the week ahead. We had left our son with his grandmother Poonam, making the excuse of a sudden holiday. I found out who made up the household of Mr. Sarun in Calcutta. There was Imtiaz the driver, and Fateh, another man servant who tended to the gardens and the pool. Imtiaz's wife Rukmani and Fateh's wife Narges worked as full time housemaids as well. There were a couple of other female servants in the house who only worked part time, and whose names Imtiaz rushed through. Clearly, Mr. Sarun loved to surround himself with women.

We finally reached Mr. Sarun's house, which could only be described as a palace. Imtiaz showed us to our room, which was a large, luxuriously furnished bedroom with a four poster bed in the middle of the room. I wondered how much time Vidya would be spending on this bed, or would Mr. Sarun be ravishing her elsewhere. Then I felt ashamed for thinking such thoughts.

"Sahib," Imtiaz addressed the both of us. "After you freshen up, please join saabji for dinner downstairs."

"Yes, of course." I told him. "How do I get there? Will we call you?"

"I am afraid I have to go and polish the car." Imtiaz answered. "If you just go down the stairs, just outside your room, then walk the corridor, and left, and then the third door leads to the living room."

"OK." I told him, hoping I remembered the instructions right. A house so big you needed directions to find the living room!

After we freshened up, my wife Vidya dressed in a red, sexy sari. If she was having some apprehension about this whole affair, you couldn't tell by the way she was dressed. The sari was a thin chiffon one, wrapped perfectly around her firm, fit figure, and the noodle strap blouse holding her beautiful breasts in check, and her navel gorgeously exposed.

"Darling!" I told her. "You look stunning!"

Without a word, Vidya hugged me and locked her lips onto mine. I stood there as she kissed me for a long time. Then Vidya gave me a peck on my cheeks and told me, "Remember dear, whatever happens this week, I will always love you."

"Yes, dear. I know that. I will always love you too."

Vidya rubbed off the lipstick smudge on my cheeks and kissed me again.

"Remember, dear, even if I have to act that I am enjoying what your boss is doing to me, I really love you. Remember that."

"Yes, dear."

We shut the door to our room and headed down.

"Imtiaz said the third door, right?" I asked, as we faced a hallway with multiple doors.

"Yes." Vidya acknowledged. "But which side?"

I tried the door which I thought was the correct one, but it was locked.

"This is not right." Vidya told me as we tried yet another door. "We are maybe in the wrong hall. We are lost."

"I know." I tried one more door. "Let's see where this leads us."

The door led to a walkway which soon took us outside to a swimming pool. The sun was nearly coming down, but what a crazy sight greeted us!

There was a woman lying down on all fours, beside the pool, her face down on several towels. She was completely naked. I could see her sari, blouse, petticoat and bra lying in a heap beside her on the edge of the pool. I was later to find out this was Rukmani, the wife of the driver Imtiaz, and one of the many maids in the house. Rukmani was from Nepal, so she had slight oriental features and a darker skin. She was petite, and slim. Right now, her arms were outstretched in front of her as she braced herself, on her knees, with her ass high in the air. She was in the prime doggy position, ready to receive.

And right behind her, with his back to us, stood my boss - the billionaire Mr. Sarun. For the first time my wife saw him - a giant of a man, more than six feet tall, athletic, well built with his oiled abs glistening in the sun. Mr. Sarun was completely naked as well, and he spit into his hands and rubbed them on his dick to lubricate it.

And what a giant phallus it was! I have never seen a cock like that in my life! Not only was it long and huge, it was thick as well. Sarun spit once more and rubbed his rock hard manhood. Then, parting Rukmani's ass cheeks with his hands, he rammed into her.

"Ow! Ow! Sarun, please be gentle!" Rukmani begged, as Mr. Sarun started to plough into her.

I noticed that the woman, who I would later know to be just a lowly maid, had called the master of the house by name. Mr. Sarun of course showed no mercy as he shoved into her again and again. I could see him push deep into her, and then pull out, and then plough his dick back into her buttocks, again and again, with increasing frequency.

Rukmani's wails now could be heard all over the house. She was now screaming, not just with pain, but ecstasy.

"Oh, gentle, please Sarun! Please be gentle! OOOOOOH YES!"

And that's when I felt Vidya grasp my arm.

"Oh my God, Rajesh! Look at that cock! That's a monster!"

"Yes, dear, I think ..."

"How is she taking it? Oh my God! HOW IS SHE taking it?!! WHAT A COCK!"

"Dear, do you think we should go to another place?" I was nervous. "Clearly we aren't supposed to be here."

"Just look at him, Rajesh! Just look at that enormous cock!"

Watching Vidya's reaction to the sight before us, I could see that she was completely turned-on. If I had any doubts about whether she would be a reluctant participant in whatever debauchery Mr. Sarun had planned for us, they were now laid to rest. I knew then, right at that moment, that I would lose my wife to Mr. Sarun and his monstrous manhood. Shamefully, I realized that the thought was also making me hard. While both Gaurav and Ramu had been well endowed, I have never even imagined a cock the size of the one that was now invading Rukmani's ass. Vidya and I have seen more than a few porn videos, and the meat I was watching on Mr. Sarun was bigger than any I had ever seen, even on the famous professional porn stars.

We quietly withdrew and this time found our way to the main palatial living room. I almost had to drag Vidya away. Rukmani's moans followed us all the way back as she gamely tried to match the thrusts of her employer. We heard her gasp as Mr. Sarun's butt muscles clenched. No doubt he was at this moment ejaculating a huge load of cum into her rear hole.

We both sat down on one of the sofas. Vidya quickly moved close to me, and deftly slid her hand into my pants, inside my underwear, and with confidence bred of familiarity, wrapped her hand around my tiny cock.

"I knew your mini-dick would be hard, darling!" She announced with a cute smirk on her face.

"And how did you know?"

"That was very sexual, Rajesh." She told me, stroking my manhood. "You were thinking of what that cock could do to me, right? Admit it! You were picturing me with your boss."

She knew me too well, of course. My cock (or as Vidya called it, "mini dick") was rock hard. As Rukmani's grunts and moans came back to me, I couldn't really decide how I felt about Vidya being in her place. I knew I was angry that she brought it up, jealous that she was thinking about it, and yet I was also completely turned on, and very hot.

"Wow." Vidya remarked. "I guess I was wrong. Your old boss is going to be a handful after all."

"Yes, dear." I thought miserably.

Almost twenty minutes later, Mr. Sarun greeted us formally. He had taken a shower, and was now dressed impeccably in a dress shirt and pants.

* * *

Mr. Sarun was the perfect gentleman over dinner. He commented on how beautiful my wife looked, without becoming crude, and lavished praises on me for my work for the company. As the servants busily served the tastiest dishes, he made small talk with Vidya. He asked her about our son, and sympathized with her when she told him about her grandmother's arthritis, and helpfully suggested the recipe of a shrimp dish Vidya liked. I could see Vidya becoming slowly at ease with his presence. No doubt the knowledge that this man had a huge appendage that would soon be drilling into her was also helping.

Over dinner Mr. Sarun introduced us to Rukmani and Narges, his two "main maidservants" and "helpers", as he labeled them. I could see them both blush when Mr. Sarun spoke very highly of them. Rukmani of course was now fully clothed, and I could not get the image of her shapely swinging buttocks out of my mind, and the vision of Mr. Sarun's cock invading that ass. I wondered if Imtiaz knew about his wife's affair with his boss. Perhaps I was not the only cuckold in the house. Narges was an older maid, plump, shapely, with a big chest and ass. Her hair had greyed significantly, but it wasn't hard to imagine she had been a pretty woman in her youth. However, she looked stern, and I could see Rukmani defer to her. Narges's husband Fateh was an older man.

After dinner, Mr. Sarun suggested that we retire to the poolside. It was a beautiful summer evening, and both Vidya and I had no problems with that suggestion.

"Narges!" Mr. Sarun ordered. "Please clear the table and make sure the bedrooms are clean and tidy."

"Yes, Sarun." Narges replied. I noticed that she too called Mr. Sarun by name.

"Fateh." Mr. Sarun turned to her husband. "Go to the servants' quarters after you are done your dinner. I don't need you for the day anymore. And you can take your wife with you as well. I won't need her tonight."

"Yes, saabji." Fateh said. I immediately realized that unlike his wife, Fateh did not take Mr. Sarun's name, but called him saabji out of respect.

"Imtiaz." Mr. Sarun turned to him. "In about half an hour, go and pour some expensive French wine and bring it out to the pool."

"Yes, saabji."

Imtiaz also did not take Mr. Sarun's name, calling him saabji out of respect, unlike his wife Rukmani, who had no trouble calling him "Sarun".

"Good." Now Mr. Sarun turned to Rukmani. "Come with us to the pool."

"Yes, Sarun."

My boss led the way, and like his minions, Rukmani, Vidya and I followed him outside to the pool.

***

The pool had big deck chairs one could lounge in. As I said, it was a warm summer evening, and the air was still humid. Mr. Sarun told us to sit, so I took one chair and lay down, as did Vidya. My boss remained standing.

"I hope you don't mind," He turned to Vidya and told her, "If I get a little massage from Rukmani here. It has been a long day, and I need to unwind."

"No, of course not, Sirjee." Vidya replied. I saw that she was now starting to call him Sirjee out of respect.

"Thank you."

Mr. Sarun then proceeded to unbutton and take off his shirt. He stood there, his muscles glistening, and his broad shoulders flexing as he stretched. My wife could not but help gasp.

"My, my!" She remarked. "You certainly take care of yourself well, Sirjee."

Was it my imagination or was she actually flirting a little with my boss?

"Of course!" Mr. Sarun laughed. "That's what happens when you have smart guys like your husband working for you. I have him do all the grunt work so I get richer, meanwhile I am free to work out and enjoy life."

"Yes, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun laid down on his face on one of the lounge chairs. Immediately Rukmani, who had a small bottle of oil in her hand, poured a bit of it across his shoulders and started to massage his back.

We watched as she expertly pressed his shoulders, rubbed his back, and ran her elbow down his spine. After sometime, Mr. Sarun had enough. He sat up, and then facing us, he beckoned Rukmani to stand closer to him.

Without any other word, as we watched, Mr. Sarun's fingers traced their way to Rukmani's blouse, and he started to pop open the buttons one by one. Rukmani just stood there with a smile on her face, as if being denuded in front of Mr. Sarun's guests was a common occurance with her. Within minutes, Rukmani's blouse and bra were undone, and her tits were now hanging out for all to see. Mr. Sarun grabbed one breast and started to squeeze it.

"Vidya, I always had a thing for young Nepali boobs." He told my wife. "Very firm, and at the same time, supple."
"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya could only nod. She had a slight amused smile on her face, as did Rukmani, who said no words in protest as her boss groped her openly. Clearly, Vidya was amazed at this brazen display of authority by Mr. Sarun.

Suddenly we heard footsteps. It was Imtiaz, Rukmani's husband, who had brought out a tray which had a few glasses and a bottle of wine. I noticed he didn't say anything as he put down his tray on the table. Here was his wife, with her tits exposed to all, being fondled and getting her boobs stroked by his boss, and Imtiaz kept his head and eyes down and continued with his work. I noticed that he did not also meet his wife's gaze, who continued to laugh at Mr. Sarun's jokes and encourage his roving hands. My boss pinched his maid servant's areole, before turning to her husband.

"Imtiaz," He ordered. "Come here."

"Yes, saabji."

Imitiaz now had to look up and walk to his boss, who had his hands on his wife's breasts. Imtiaz kept his eyes down. It was the ultimate display of power, control and humiliation, and Mr. Sarun reveled in the situation. Here was Imtiaz, being forced to be submissive and respectful to a man who was groping his wife in front of all.

"I won't be needing you anymore tonight." He told Imitaz. "Have dinner and go to bed."

"Yes, saabji."

"I will send your wife to bed once I am done with her." My boss continued. "No Nepali pussy needed tonight, when I have desi maal here."

"Yes, saabji."

I could see Vidya blush slightly when Mr. Sarun mentioned "desi maal" (or domestic product). It was now my turn to be humiliated as a cuckold. Mr. Sarun was openly saying to one cuckold that he didn't need his wife for the night, and then telling the other cuckold he was going to fuck his wife instead.

Imtiaz turned around, bowed slightly to Mr. Sarun, and left. After he departed, my boss spoke to me.

"As you can see Rajesh, you are not the only cuckold in this house."

I gulped. There it was, out in the open. My boss had just called me out as a cuckold, and in front of my wife. The implications for Vidya were now apparent.

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun turned to Vidya.

"My dear, would you like to change into something more comfortable? This is a pool. You should really be wearing a very revealing swim suit that showed off your voluptuous body."

My wife Vidya actually had the audacity to blush again.

"I am sorry, Sirjee." She demurred. "I didn't bring any with me."

"No problem." Mr. Sarun pointed at the change rooms on the other side of the pool. "I keep my lockers well stocked. I am sure you will find your size there."

Wordlessly, Vidya stood up. We all followed her sashaying figure as she walked over to the change rooms. As far as I was concerned, my cuckoldry had begun.

***

My boss continued to tweak Rukmani's nipples as he then turned to me and asked, "So, did you see me take Rumani's ass this afternoon?"

I gasped and turned bright red. Then I admitted that yes, we did see him and Rukmani have sex by the pool. Mr. Sarun laughed.

"I told Imtiaz to make sure to give you directions that would lead you to the pool, and to tell his wife to lie naked for me there." He told me. "I wanted your wife Vidya to see my cock. It's always good for women to know what awaits them in bed."

"Yes, Sir."

"I mean, your wife's agreed to be my bitch for a week anyways, but it's nice when a woman is willing, as opposed to reluctant."

"Yes, Sir."

I realized my boss was a very cunning and shrewd man. I wondered what else lay in store for the week.

Mr. Sarun suddenly turned and whistled. I followed his eyes.

Vidya had just reemerged from the changing rooms. Gone was her sari, her petticoat and her whole ensemble. She was now dressed in a blue two piece bathing suit that could only be described as ... barely there. Her face was slightly red - it was clear she was embarrassed. Later on she would tell me this was actually the most modest attire she could find there. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she walked back to her seat, and the top of her pubic area could be seen peeking out from the flimsy bottom piece.

Wordlessly Mr. Sarun got up and sat next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on her lips. Vidya looked at me like she couldn't believe at how fast he was doing what he was doing, but I merely turned my eyes away.

"Rajesh." Mr. Sarun's voice boomed. "I am now going to kiss your wife."

"Yes, Sir." I even had the audacity to smile to indicate my approval that hadn't even been asked for. Mr. Sarun saw, Mr. Sarun conquered. And I am sure he would cum as well.

Mr. Sarun held Vidya's head with both his hands and started kissing her in earnest. She had no choice but to comply, and respond in kind. I realized that Mr. Sarun had just started doing what he wanted to do, and neither I nor my wife's permission had been asked or sought for. It was clear that we were merely his slaves, with no will of our own, here to do his bidding for the week.

Rukmani, her breasts now back inside her blouse, came and stood next to me.

"Perhaps, Rajesh," She gently whispered to me, "You would like to visit the bathroom."

"Er, bathroom?"

"It would be wise," Rukmani smiled and continued to whisper to me, "to leave them alone for a bit."

"Er, yes, of course, if you think so."

Rukmani grabbed my arm and I stood up. Together, we walked to one end of the pool where the washrooms were.

It was rather difficult for me to pee immediately - my cock was actually hard! When we returned, Mr. Sarun had picked Vidya up and placed her on his lap, and he was still kissing her deeply. My wife had her eyes closed and her mouth open. His tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his arms.

I watched as he held her head with one hand, and put his other hand under her top to caress her breasts. I could tell that my wife was very excited and she seemed to tremble at his touch. I am sure in my absence Mr. Sarun had plied her with more wine; Vidya actually seemed giddy with excitement, and eagerly opened her mouth again as he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue. I could see a huge bulge in Mr. Sarun's crotch area.

Vidya's hands too soon dropped to his tented pants and it was Mr. Sarun's turn to smile. Taking a break from squeezing her breasts through her bikini top, Mr. Sarun smoothly lowered his zipper and pulled out a magnificent beast of a cock. He then placed Vidya back on the seat, away from his lap, and stood up. Vidya's eyes were now transfixed on his huge appendage. Mr. Sarun held it up using both hands, which did not reach all the way around it, and still had at least another hand or two of shaft left swaying in the open air. He now dropped his pants to the floor and his heavy and swollen balls swung freely. His penis was a monster and I knew now the source of his extreme confidence.

"Go ahead." He told my wife. "It's time you held a real man's cock. Go ahead, touch it, flop it around. See how heavy it is."

"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya then cast an eye on me. Mr. Sarun quickly intercepted her gaze.

"Don't worry about your husband," He told her. "He's going to sit quietly over there, like the good little wimp he is. Aren't you, Rajesh?"

"Yes, Sir."

"In fact, Rajesh, I am going to soon take your wife to my bed and treat her like the whore she is. Any problems?"

"No, Sir."

"Good. Her pussy is mine, her mouth is mine, her gaand (ass) is mine. Is that clear?"

"Er, yes, Sir." I replied. What else could I say? "Of course, Sir."

"Good! And for the rest of the week, while she may remain your wife, but she will be my raakhel, my whore. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

Throughout this whole exchange, Vidya had never even been asked about what she thought about being Mr. Sarun's slave girl. And now she was being called a whore, and Mr. Sarun had described in graphic terms what he was going to do to her, yet not a word of protest from Vidya. The power of the cock!

"Go ahead, slut." Mr. Sarun turned to my wife. "Touch it."

Vidya gently touched, and then stroked his giant manhood. It wasn't even hard, and it was huge. Suddenly Mr. Sarun told Vidya to stand up. Then he told Rukmani to come and stand on his other side. I now looked at him, my boss - a giant of a man, naked from the waist down and a huge cock hanging with enormous balls swinging in the wind - and a woman on each arm. He had his arms wrapped around the waist of Vidya on one side, and Rukmani on the other. Both women looked at him adoringly, and Vidya's hands were still on his cock.

Mr. Sarun paraded the women on his arm. Rukmani and Vidya.

"Says some men collect coins, some stamps." He told us. "Me? I collect wives."

Both Rukmani and Vidya laughed with him. He then let them go and patted both women on their behind. "Wives are the ultimate objects to collect, don't you think so, Rajesh?"

"Er, yes sir."

"You wouldn't know though." Mr. Sarun laughed. He then again grabbed both women on either arm. He turned to Rukmani and kissed her passionately. Then he turned to Vidya and did the same. Both women were like putty in his arms.

"Wives are so nice to collect - other men's wives." Mr. Sarun laughed. "I get the mind blowing sex from them while the husbands get the nagging."

Once again Mr. Sarun kissed Rukmani, before turning around and kissing Vidya full on the lips. Through the thin material of her bikini top, I could see that Vidya's nipples were now quite hard, and erect. Whenever Mr. Sarun was kissing Rukmani, I could see Vidya's lips pout, while she waited. She was clearly aroused, and in heat.

Mr Sarun then turned to me.

"Who is going to fuck your wife tonight, Rajesh?"

"Sir, you Sir." I replied.

"And who will fuck her for the next week, Rajesh?"

"Sir, you are most welcome to her for the next week, Sir." I practically groveled.

Mr. Sarun then let go of Rukmani's waist, turned around and pinched Vidya's buttocks. She yelped, and my boss laughed.

"You wife Vidya will be lot of fun, Rajesh." He told me. "A new toy for me. Haven't played around with a new pussy in a while."

He then turned to my wife.

"Mrs. Vidya Mathur, ready to take this to the bedroom?"

"Sirjee." Vidya hesitated. "I left all of my clothes in the lockers."

Mr. Sarun laughed heartily, and then sharply spanked Vidya on her buttocks. "You won't need clothes tonight dear!"

***

I put my ear to the door. My boss and my wife had gone into his bedroom and had shut the door. Rukmani had already gone to the servant's quarters. I was to quietly go to my own room, but I waited here for a while, trying to listen to what's going on inside.

I could hear a conversation and some whispers. Probably my wife was asking for permission to use the washroom to freshen herself up. No doubt she wanted to look properly presentable to my boss. I marveled at how quickly my haughty wife was becoming accustomed to her role as the latest slave girl of my boss's harem. She never asked me permission for anything!

I heard some laughter, and then a loud smack. I grimaced - I could very well imagine what happened. My wife must have turned around to head to the washroom, and my boss, unable to contain himself at the sight of my wife's bubble butt in a barely-there thong, smacked her on her ass. Vidya's behind must have quivered at the slap, and she must have a red handprint on her butt. I could imagine her smiling flirtatiously as my boss smacked her bum again, and again, before she disappeared into the toilet. I could imagine my boss Mr. Sarun flexing his arms, walking over to the bed and sitting down, awaiting his latest prize filly - my wife's - arrival.

I waited for some time, and then I heard a door open. It must have been the washroom, and my wife was emerging. I heard a wolf whistle - Mr. Sarun's - admiring the sight of my now must-be-naked wife. I could imagine Vidya marching, somewhat haughtily, somewhat self-consciously, trying to cup her boobs in one hand and cover her lady parts down there with the other. Her hair must be falling lusciously to her shoulders as she walked to the bed.

"Look at you, saali!" I heard him exclaim. "You fill out properly in the nice places, babe!"

I heard a couple of smacks to her bum again, and then ... silence.

"Damn!" I heard him say. He must have been groping Vidya now, first squeezing her tits, then probably asking her to turn around so he can examine her butt. He was likely patting her butt, and then rubbing his hands all over her tummy, before pinching a nipple.

"Are these real?" I could hear him ask that to my wife, who would just nod and grin as Mr. Sarun continued to suck on her areole.

"What size are they again, Vidya?"

"Um .. 28DD I think, Sirjee?"

"Damn! They are much larger than 28DD, Vidya. DD is cup size, which is essentially how round the breasts are, 38 is what they measure with a tape around the chest. 28 is tiny. You are much, much, much larger, Vidya. What fucking breasts you have - they are giant melons!"

"Er, thank you Sirjee."

"Your husband is one lucky bastard, babe. Too bad he's such a pussy. You need a real cock in your choot (cunt)."

"Er .. yes, Sirjee."

Then there was more silence which I could only image was them both kissing. Vidya was a great kisser, no doubt flicking her tongue expertly at my boss's mouth, and I could hear her moans and ahhs and oohs come through the door.

"You have a big ass too, Vidya. Let's see your gaand, stand up, now crouch down. Good. I like a raandi who knows how to liste and obey their master."

I could hear some smacks and more oohs and aahs as Mr. Sarun was no doubt groping (and spanking) her buttocks. He would have her twerk, and as her butt cheeks jiggled as she twirled, he would kiss and squeeze Vidya there, followed by a spank. I myself was never allowed to spank Vidya, but both Gaurav and Ramu (and now Mr. Sarun) spanked her, and not a word of protest from Vidya. I felt a huge sense of shame and inadequacy. Here was my beloved wife being spanked on her buttocks by another man on the other side of the door, and all I could do was try to listen in, and not get caught in the act.

"Why don't you bend over the bed?" I heard Mr. Sarun order her. Vidya complied, I am sure, spreading her arms and lying face down on the edge of the bed, her ass hanging out. Mr. Sarun - like all of Vidya's lovers - seemed to be fascinated with her ass. I heard a pop - which I understood was the sound of a bottle cap opening. I later found out this was baby oil - Mr. Sarun had her spread her legs so he could oil her buttocks. Vidya continued to shake her bum as Mr. Sarun oiled, smacked, groped, pinched and kissed her butt.

Soon enough, the bed squeaked in jumble as they stepped in it. Vidya let out a deep sigh and before long I was listening to her moan every two or three minutes. I knew my boss was now likely fingering her between her thighs. He definitely knew how to pleasure a woman. Soon I heard a sound which I only knew was the sound Vidya made when she started to have an orgasm.

"Oh yes! Sirjee! Oh, you are too good! OH YES!"

Mr. Sarun hadn't even put his cock to use, and already Vidya had an orgasm.

"Every woman," I heard Mr. Sarun say, "loves the touch of a man other than their husband."

After about a few minutes of silence, they moved around some more and in no time I heard my boss let out an "ahhhhh." Vidya must have just enveloped his manhood with her fingers, perhaps taken his penis into her mouth. Not for the first time in my life I felt the electric mix of shock, jealousy, humiliation and, most importantly, arousal as I pictured my wife sucking the cock of yet another lover. I realized I had subconsciously put my hands into my pants and was now stroking myself. I was picturing my wife's breasts and hair flipping back and forth as she continued to suck Mr. Sarun. Finally he let a sharp cry.

"OOOO FUCK! WHAT A COCK SUCKER YOU ARE, BITCH! FUCK!"

A few more choice words followed, before he ordered, "Viyda! Make sure to clean every drop!"

Mr. Sarun was now presumably busy ejaculating into her throat, and onto her face. This was the first of many loads he would put into my wife through one of her holes.

It was nearly ten minutes before I heard something again. A warm humiliation came over me as I heard the first of the squeaking of the bed springs. I began to fondle myself in earnest. I had to admit that the humiliation of my wife's unfaithfulness was stirring me in my loins. I could hear from the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame that Vidya was being penetrated.

"Oooooh! Sirjee!"

Her cry was a sharp stab into my wounds. I wonder how I would have felt if I could have seen exactly what was happening. That massive cock, the one that Vidya had been lusting after ever since seeing it go inside Rukmani, was now finally making its way through her love canal.

"Oh YESSS!! Ahhh! AHHH!! SIRJEE!" Vidya began to cry out louder and louder as the bed began hitting the wall. The bedsprings were now squeaking furiously as she received my boss's thrusts.

"Oh yes! OOOH YES! Sirjee, PUSH!"

The bed began hitting the wall hard and the springs sounded as if they were going to break. Vidya was now grunting in short bursts. I imagined that her breasts must be slapping back and forth as my boss pushed himself from back in and out, in and out, in and out of her pussy.

"Yes, Sirjee! Please! Fuck me harder! Harder! Oh yes, OH YES!"

Vidya now let out a tremendous roar as she started to climax on his glistening, thrusting pole. No doubt he too was going to soon empty his huge balls into her.

I heard a couple of very loud smacks. Later on, Vidya had told me that this was Mr. Sarun slapping her cheeks, not hard, but not softly either. None of Vidya's previous lovers had ever slapped her face, but Mr. Sarun loved his power and he loved to humiliate - Vidya was his whore and she would have to take it.

I had heard enough. I decided to retire for the night. I felt tired, and drained. The love of my life was getting the fucking of her life, and not from me. Right now my boss's balls were emptying their juice into my wife's wet and willing cunt. I struggled to sleep, both because it was a new place and a new bed, and also at the thought of what was happening to my wife Vidya at this very minute.

Later on, I had asked Vidya as to how many times exactly had Mr. Sarun fucked her that first night.

"Oh, I don't really know, darling." She admitted. "At one time, I actually passed out, but I am sure he continued to hump me. He could really recover fast. He fucked me like an animal. His fingers were always playing with my pussy. I could not but help be constantly aroused, and it was tiring. He knew where my clit was and played with it. The worst part was the way he looked deep into my eyes every time he pushed his huge dick into me. I couldn't help but think that this man would be my father's age and he was fucking me. And fucking me so well. Sigh."

***

The next morning, we all had breakfast at around 8 in the morning. I was seated at one end of the table, and Mr. Sarun at the other. My wife Vidya was seated right beside him. She was wearing a nightie (it was more of a negligee - of a very thin material and the shoulders exposed). I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and no doubt she wasn't wearing a pantie either. The maid servants had prepared a tasty breakfast that I finished quickly. After we finished our tea, Mr. Sarun suddenly turned to me.
"Rajesh, please stand up."

"Yes, Sir." I hastened to obey.

"Can you please stand there, in that corner? Good! Imtiaz and Fateh, please go and stand beside Rajesh."

His servants rushed to comply. So now there were three of us men standing nervously in one corner of the room.

"Vidya? Please get up and stand in this corner. Rukmani! Narges! Go and stand beside Vidya."

Mr. Sarun had placed all the cuckolds on one side and their wives in the other. At this point I was assuming even Fateh was a cuckold and his wife Narges was Mr. Sarun's toy as well. In the very next minute I was proven right.

"Narges!" Mr. Sarun now bellowed. "Come here!"

Narges walked over ponderously to stand next to her boss Mr. Sarun.

"Narges!" Mr. Sarun ordered. "Turn around so your back is to us. I want you to pull up your sari and bend over. Show us that big ass of yours."

Narges turned beet red, and I could see her face flush with embarrassment, but she wasn't going to disobey her master. In front of everyone in the room, including her own husband Fateh, she did as she was told. She bent down to grab at the hem of her sari, and then rolled it all up so it was up to her waist, exposing her to ourselves. She was not wearing any panties, and I could see a thick bushy layer of pubic hair covering her shame. Vidya told me that was the general orders of Mr. Sarun - no female servant was to wear panties in the house - so Mr. Sarun could have her at a moment's notice if he wanted to. They were all always available to the boss at all times.

Turning around quickly, Narges then bent over at the waist, as if "mooning" us. Her ass was now on display for us to see. Narges remained motionless in this position, awaiting Mr. Sarun's further instructions.

Across Narges's shapely buttocks were a half dozen or so red streaks. I don't know too much about corporal punishment, but these looked like they were welts of a cane that must have burned like fire when they were fresh. For the first time, I understood the absolute sadistic mind of my boss Mr. Sarun. He demanded absolute, total obedience. I comprehended the consequences of my wife's slavery, and it frightened me.

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I tried to look at Vidya in the eye, but her eyes were cast down. Had she also been similarly caned last night? I hoped Vidya was not going to be punished like this. My hopes would be dashed by the end of the week - Vidya would be stripped publicly several times, slapped, caned and spanked - all for Mr. Sarun's sick pleasure.

"Rukmani!" Mr. Sarun thundered. "Do the same."

Without another word Rukmani followed the older maid Narges and rushed to comply. She pulled up her sari, exposing her lady parts to us, turned around and quickly bent over. I could see similar red marks - I counted 4 strokes - across her dainty behind. Mr. Sarun now walked and stood directly behind Vidya. The eyes of all the other males in the room - the two servants (Fateh and Imtiaz, the husbands of the two maids) and myself, Vidya's husband - were now on Vidya and Mr. Sarun.

My boss wrapped his arms around my wife's shapely waist from behind and slowly began to untie the knots that held the front of Vidya's flimsy nightie together. As the nightie loosened, her breasts broke free and jumped out. Helpless, Vidya did not protest when Mr. Sarun's hands began to play disarmingly with her tits. I watched feebly as Mr. Sarun enjoyed the soft charms of my wife's breasts and nipples right in front of his entire household. This would be the first of many times he would strip Vidya naked in front of the rest of the house. Mr. Sarun loved his power and by stripping my wife of her clothes and her dignity in front of everyone, he was showing her, and me, our place. Right now, Mr. Sarun ignored us and spoke to a half naked Vidya the way a teacher might explain the rules to a new student.

"You see, my dear slut, I own you now. You may be another man's wife, but you are my property. My slave. Do you understand that, Vidya?"

"Yes, Sirjee, I understand. I am your slave, Sirjee, with my body for you to do with as you wish."

I noticed that while the other maids were allowed to call Mr. Sarun by name, my wife Vidya was not even allowed that luxury. Her status in this house was lower than the maids. She was the fresh cum dump.

"Vidya," Mr. Sarun continued, "You will do whatever I tell you to do, and if you resist in any way I will severely and painfully punish you."

"Yes, Sirjee, I understand. I will obey you completely, Sirjee."

"That punishment will include caning, spanking and anything I wish. And your husband is not allowed to interfere, or even ask for forgiveness of your punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sirjee."

"Moreover, you will do whatever my maids Narges and Rukmani ask you to do. You are their slave as well, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sirjee."

My wife's breasts were now exposed for the male servants and myself to see as Sarun tweaked her areoles. He squeezed one nipple, then the other, and played with her large breasts. Then, drawing himself up, he smacked her resoundingly on her buttocks with a loud smack.

We all just stood there, silent, watching as Mr. Sarun smacked Vidya on her bum again, and again, and again. Each time his hand landed on her butt, her whole body trembled, and her tits flopped around, and her lips grimaced. Yet she gamely managed to hold still as Mr. Sarun smacked her again, and again.

"How did that feel, Vidya?" He asked her, after what I counted to be twelve spanks.

"Um... uh... it hurts, Sirjee."

"Good. Now remember that. And I wasn't even punishing you."

"Yes, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun then snapped his fingers. Immediately Vidya, without even the need for words, understood what was expected of her. Somewhat self-consciously, shyly, she gathered the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up, exposing herself completely to us. The contrast between her neatly trimmed pubic area and the maids' bushy nether regions was apparent. Then, without meeting my eye, she turned around, and bent over, joining the other maids in revealing her ass to us.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Even though her ass was now bright red from the spanking, Vidya's bum was clean. There were no red marks or lines that indicated caning.

We stood there - the three of us - myself, Fateh and Imtiaz - three cuckolds, watching our wives Vidya, Narges and Rukmani instantly obey the word of another man and shamelessly expose their buttocks to us. Not only were we unable to protect them from being the toy of another man's bed chamber, he was taunting us by showing us how well trained his slaves - our wives - were.

"Alright bitches." He snapped a finger, and immediately the three women stood up. Narges and Rukmani resumed their regular duties and their husbands left the room. So it was just Mr. Sarun, Vidya and me left in the room. I noticed Vidya had a somewhat glazed look to her eyes.

***

Vidya was seated alone in Mr. Sarun's bedroom when there was a knock on the door. All her stuff had been moved into this room - it was clear that she was to stay in this bedroom for the rest of the week. Mr. Sarun and I had gone to the head office in Calcutta for some work (even though it was Sunday). I am writing this incident based on Vidya recounting it to me later.

Narges entered the room. She was dressed in the simple sari of a maid, whereas Vidya was wearing her nightie that she had been wearing at breakfast.

"Hello, Vidya." Narges smiled.

"Hi, Narges." Vidya returned the compliment. She noticed that Narges had a cane in her hand, and stiffened. She remembered Mr. Sarun's instructions that she was to be the slave of even the maids in the house.

"Ready to have some fun, dear?" Narges asked.

"Er, yes, Narges." Vidya hesitated before replying, not knowing what the "fun" was.

"You will be on your best behavior, right Vidya?" Holding the cane in her right hand, Narges tapped the end of the cane against the palm of her left hand. "After all, you don't want me to cane your ass."

"Er, no, Narges. I don't want that." Vidya answered sincerely. "Please tell me what to do and I plan to behave."

"You will be obedient and follow my instructions?"

"Yes, Narges. I will."

"Say it, Vidya." Narges grinned. "Say that you will be my bitch."

"I ... yes, Narges. I will be your bitch."

Slap!

Narges's fingers left bright red marks on my wife's cheek even as her face flushed with shame.

Slap!

Once more her hands flashed across Vidya's cheeks, as she treated her like the lowly slave girl Vidya had become. Vidya was someone to do her bidding, to be beckoned at will, and to be slapped as Narges saw fit.

"I trust you have got the message." Narges said, as she slowly lowered her hands back to her sides.

"Yes, Narges," Viyda muttered as her cheeks started to sting. My wife kept her eyes down, unable to meet the gaze of this woman who had just disciplined her as if she was a young naughty girl, not someone older, a married woman and a mother, worthy of respect. This morning had taught Vidya that she had to learn to accept this humiliation. Vidya's face burnt with shame as Narges smiled at her hold over my wife.

"I had just come to give you a message." Narges said, placing the cane on the bed. "Your husband and Sarun has gone to the office, but Sarun will be back soon. You are now to take a shower, and then dress in the expensive embroidered sari you will find in the cupboard."

"Yes, Narges."

"Be ready for your master when he returns. Please him, otherwise he will use this cane on you." Narges turned to leave, but then she turned around with a smile.

"We may all be Sarun's slaves, but you are also my bitch. Remember that, Vidya."

* * *

I spent the whole day at work. There was a new foreign collaboration project. Even Mr. Sarun was there till the afternoon before heading for home. I tried not to think of what was happening to my wife Vidya, and tried to concentrate on the work. When Imtiaz picked me up, it was 7 pm and already getting dark.

Dinner was a quiet affair. I had freshened up in my room and headed down. My wife and Mr. Sarun were already seated, and for all intents and purposes they looked the husband and wife, and I the guest. Mr. Sarun talked to me about work, and Vidya tried to avoid my gaze. I knew she was embarrassed. I tried to pretend I didn't know what was going on, just to put her mind at ease, and conversed with my boss on our project. After dinner was done, Mr. Sarun asked Vidya and me to join him in what he called his den.

It was a big room - a sort of man cave - with a giant TV in one wall and sofas and tables scattered throughout. Mr. Sarun sat down on one the sofas and then beckoned Vidya to him. Rukmani had come into the room and placed some scones and cake and some tea on a table, before departing.

"Your wife loves to suck cock, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun told me, as Vidya obediently knelt down, keeping her eyes on the floor. "I have never had a whore suck me dry so completely as this little raandi of yours."

"I ... thank you, Sir."

I knew that Vidya did indeed love to suck cock. She never said no to me when I sometimes requested a blow job, and I am not the most well-endowed man she knew (and that's a hoot). With the huge monster that Mr. Sarun had, I had no doubt that Vidya would be addicted to giving him blowjobs on demand.

I watched as she knelt before him and took out his manhood. She struggled to wrap her dainty fingers around his massive member and lowered her mouth onto it. If she was feeling inhibited by my presence there, she gave no sign. Seeing your wife kneel before another man, and letting him fuck her mouth - I felt a whole gamut of emotions. There was the jealousy, of course, and then there was the helplessness - but the strongest (and I am ashamed to admit it) was one of arousal.

There was the visual contrast of the darker skin of my boss against the fair and lighter skin of my wife, particularly enhanced when she took his chocolate colored cock in her mouth. Vidya liked to maintain eye contact with Mr. Sarun when giving him a blowjob. To me, it signified the fact that Vidya was focused on my boss's pleasure. She knew she was doing it for me, for us, and she wanted to do a good job. She liked to see Mr. Sarun's face as he enjoyed the sensations of her mouth on his cock.

As she went down on him, Mr. Sarun used his strong hands to roughly pull her by her hair and position her face as he liked. I could see Vidya almost gag as he pushed deep into her, but like a good cocksucker, she adjusted excellently. Mr. Sarun used his hands to hold her head steady as he slowly ploughed his cock all the way down her throat. He held her with her nose mashed against his groin area for a few seconds, before withdrawing to feast his eyes on my wife's watery eyes, runny nose and saliva dripping from her mouth. And then he started to furiously fuck her face.

Over and over, faster and faster, Vidya was once again taking the huge and massive thick cock in her mouth. Mr. Sarun's knees started to buckle, and he grabbed the back of her head and started ramming his massive tool into her open mouth. Vidya gagged on every stroke, but never tried to stop him. With one final, long thrust, Mr. Sarun buried his entire cock into Vidya's available mouth and held it there, bucking as he started to cum down her throat. I watched as Vidya, too, stopped moving, and saw her throat muscles moving rhythmically as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.

It took Mr. Sarun so long to empty those massive balls into my wife. He pumped jet after jet deep into her and just when I thought he had finished, his balls would rise and fall yet another time, spurting another hot batch of his cum far up inside my wife. Her whole body trembled as she whispered something I could not hear over and over to herself.

"Vidya is a very sexual woman," My boss told me, as we were eating the scones.

I mumbled a thanks - it was not the answer I wanted to give, but what else could I say?

"Such a nice and sexy and beautiful body your wife has. I really missed a high class item like her. The way she is so proud of her body - and always so eager to please." Mr. Sarun commented as we started to sip our tea. "Isn't that true, slut?"

His hand was massaging her breast right in front of my eyes. Vidya's blouse was open, and provided easy access to her melons.

"I do my best to please you, Sirjee."

Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Sarun was ready to go again. We had just finished the scones and tea. After his blowjob, my boss wanted me to describe to him the minutes of the meetings I attended after he had left, while Vidya just sat in one corner, waiting. Occasionally Mr. Sarun would beckon to her and grab a breast or tweak a nipple, and then send her back to her position. She was the proper slave - ready when called, otherwise fading to the background until required again.

"Rajesh," Mr. Sarun told me. "You will now see how to fuck and satisfy your wife. You will watch me plant my seed in her unprotected womb. She will be sullied by my semen and her body belongs to me now."

"Sir," I replied timidly. "It is an honour and pleasure for me if you deposited your seed into my wife."

Mr. Sarun stood up and unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. He then ordered my wife harshly to strip completely naked. I could see that Vidya's pussy was dripping wet, probably anticipating her penetration. As I saw Mr. Sarun bring his massive cock into position, I suddenly got a thought - was this all a huge mistake? I was knowingly allowing my boss access to my wife at will, for over a week. What if Vidya also started to love the regular feeling of a huge cock in her belly? What if Vidya was becoming enamored with his cock?

Her hips were already slightly undulating as she subconsciously tried to position her cunt to match his thrust. I needed another deep breath as I saw his plump head cover her pussy lips completely and begin to spread them. My wife moaned from deep in her throat and Mr. Sarun placed his hands on her hips to hold her steady. She jumped when the head popped inside and cried out at the intense pleasure of his thickness, and the erotic idea that another man was taking her in front of her husband. Mr. Sarun pushed another inch deeper, withdrew a shiny shaft, and pushed two inches back in. I was mesmerized. Vidya whimpered and gasped.

"Oh God!" Vidya whispered, as she arched her back and grabbed one end of the sofa. My boss continued to sink his cock deeper into her, slowly building a strong, steady rhythm.

"Sirjee!" Vidya murmured. "I can feel you squirting inside me. Sirjee! It hurts!"

"You like that, eh bitch?" Mr. Sarun snarled.

"Uh huh. AAAH! AAH!"

"Get ready for a fuckquake, slut! Who owns your married ass, bitch?"

"You do, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun then turned his face to me, even as his cock remained buried deep inside my wife.

"Rajesh, I changed my mind. Please leave. Your wife is now being fucked by a real man. I am going to do things to her that she may not want you to see."

"I ... er, yes, Sir."

The last sound I heard as I shut the door to the den was a sharp smack, and Vidya whimpering. There followed a few more smacks. As I left, I tried not to think of what he was doing to her.

Vidya later told me that second night was pretty much like the first.

"Except it was much rougher." She admitted. "The first night almost felt like he was seducing me with all of his sex powers. He had me addicted to his large cock and the highs it was giving me. The second night he brought out his rough side."

"He was like a kid with a new toy. He wanted me in every which way. He made me parade up and down in his bedroom naked. He slapped me a few times. He called me names and insulted me and spat at me. He had me spread my legs apart and fingered me. And what gave him the biggest pleasure? That I was complying with everything he said. I obeyed him instantly, without question. He would suddenly grab me, pin me under his body, and shove his dick in me, and I would not even utter a word in protest. He would then turn me over, so I was lying on my face, and proceed to spank my ass, before fucking my gaand. Another night of intense fucking - I knew he was playing rough, but I couldn't complain. Despite treating me like a whore, he really was fucking me well. Sorry darling, but it had been nine months. I hadn't had a cock that deep in my pussy for a while, and he knew it."

***

Tuesday morning and afternoon I spent a very busy day at work. Lot of figures to be pored over, lots of calls to be made. Mr. Sarun joined me around an hour into the afternoon, and I tried not to think of how many times he had boned my wife in the morning. When Imtiaz picked us up, it was around 6 pm and it took almost an hour before we reached home due to the traffic.

"Come to my room, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun commanded, as we entered his house.

"Yes, Sir."

"Your wife should be waiting in my room. We need to go over the sales figures again, but I need a quick fuck before that."

"Er ... of course, sir."

Vidya was indeed waiting in his room. If she was surprised at seeing me with my boss, she gave no sign. For all intents and purposes, my wife was now a willing fucktoy and a rakhel of my boss Mr. Sarun. What was more interesting is what she was wearing. Or not wearing.

Vidya was wearing a blouse with just the bottom button closed, and the rest of the buttons were wide open, leaving her humongous tits hanging out. She was wearing nothing else, and was totally naked from waist down. I saw that she had shaved completely, so her pussy was now bare. Mr. Sarun, of course, was fully dressed.
"Vidya, my dear kutti." He went and grabbed her tits, not even caring that her husband was standing less than ten feet away, powerless to intervene. I could only watch as they were now kissing and Vidya was eagerly rubbing her hands across Sarun's crotch area.

It was a different type of kissing; he was biting her lips. Vidya seemed into it as well. She was moving constantly like a cobra, writhing and rubbing her body against my boss's. My wife then reached her hand inside Mr. Sarun's pants and, as if unwrapping a gift, took out his cock.

"Oh dear," she laughed, "I keep forgetting - it's so big!"

Mr. Sarun laughed. "I know, saali. And I know Rajesh is slightly, shall we say, deficient in that area."

My boss turned to me. "Aren't you, Rajesh? Is your cock small?"

"I ... yes, sir. Much smaller." I shamefully admitted.

My wife continued to stroke my boss's dick.

"This is the biggest thing I have ever seen." She cooed. "It's so beautiful."

Mr. Sarun had a hungry look in his eyes. Vidya licked her lips and rubbed some saliva onto the cock. She was now kneeling, cock in her hands, boobs flopping out of blouse, doing her best to lick and shine the cock.

Mr. Sarun ordered Vidya to lie down, spread eagled, on the bed. He walked over to her and spread her legs even further, and tapped his hard cock against her cunt. Her mouth shaped into an "O" as she strained, but took his cock in. I stood there wordlessly and watched him fuck my wife. Not only were his recovery skills fantastic, but his staying power was incredible. I watched jealously as he pounded my eager wife, switching positions with her repeatedly, and making her scream with pleasure once he started to cum.

They were now lying in bed together, both completely naked. The room had a strong smell of sex and sweat, and Vidya was resting her head on my boss's chest and caressing his muscular shoulders and biceps. She had the contented look of a well-fucked woman. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me.

"Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun's voice boomed. "Don't you find it thrilling to see and hear your wife cum like this? I mean - here is this woman you love — just completely, totally opening herself, with her mind and body, to another man - your boss."

"Er, yes, Sir. It is very arousing Sir." I admitted. "You can satisfy her sexually far better than me, Sir."

"That's true, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun gently cupped one of Vidya's tits. "Look at her, Rajesh. Look at your wife, you cuckold. She is basking in the sheer sexual joy of a new man who moves and smells and sounds so different from her norm. A large, hard cock - a real penis for a change. One that touches her in places where she is not used to being touched. Aren't you glad to see how much she enjoys it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Of course, if I raped her in front of you now, you wouldn't be able to do anything anyways. And neither would your wife stop me. I am a real man, Rajesh, and you are a cuckold."

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun then started to ask me about the sales figures. I replied, trying to focus as much as I could, while I could see a pool of thick white cum emerge from between my wife's legs. Mr. Sarun's own cock was now limp, and glistening with my wife's cunt juices. Even though it was now soft, it was still way thicker and longer than mine when hard. I felt really small.

And then Mr. Sarun told me to leave, he wanted to fuck Vidya again. He would join me for dinner later. I was being summarily dismissed.

"Yes, Sir."

Later on Vidya told me that it hand ended up with her lying face down, butt up as Mr. Sarun drilled her anal cavity, before withdrawing and cumming on her face.

"That time he was actually tender. You know that he has a great body, with a dick that's big and strong." Vidya recounted. "I think he got his high by leading you to the room and showing you that your wife was readily available to him, naked and willing to please. He had already humiliated you, so he didn't need to treat me roughly. He told me I was just another married bitch serving him sexually. After you left he put his mouth on my breasts and sucked them. He then went back and forth on each breast, playing with each one until I was begging him to fuck me - to put his cock back into my cunt."

"He didn't immediately relent. Mr. Sarun actually started kissing his way down my stomach and then all the way to my pussy. He even licked my pussy. It felt so delicate - I actually felt he cared for me. Finally he positioned me doggy style on the bed and slid his dick into me. He drilled my ass for a while before he had me kneel in front of him. He then ejaculated all over my face, bringing me back to reality. It wasn't about me - it was about his satisfaction.

Wednesday was another busy day and I was in the office till 6 pm. Mr. Sarun hadn't showed up all day and I wondered just what he was doing with Vidya. I also realized we were halfway into the week. Just three more days to go before we fly home on Sunday. I returned home (well, Mr. Sarun's home) famished, and eager to have diner.

It was a strange dinner. For one, there was no Vidya at the table.

"She's having her dinner in her room." Mr. Sarun told me when I asked. "She's displeased me and I am going to punish her after."

"Oh no." I thought. "I wonder what Vidya has done."

I pleaded with Mr. Sarun to forgive her for whatever she had done, but he would have none of it. It felt really strange to have to beg another man to not punish your wife, and feel so helpless when he said he was going through with it. I could only hope, for Vidya's sake, it wasn't something severe.

Dinner was a somber affair and when it was done, Mr. Sarun had me stand in one corner of the room, along with Imtiaz and Fateh. Rukmani stood at the other end of the room, while Narges was sent to fetch Vidya. It was clear that Mr. Sarun intended to punish Vidya in front of everyone in the household. Later on Fateh would tell me that was common. Whenever Narges or Rukmani displeased Mr. Sarun, he usually spanked or caned them in front of everyone - especially their husbands - just to demonstrate his hold over them.

Narges returned, and she had Vidya by the ear. Vidya was dressed in a flimsy black think negligee, and her face was bright red with embarrassment and shame. She tried to avoid my gaze as Narges led her, by the ear, like a naughty school girl, to the edge of the dinner table. I could see Narges twist and pull her ear before letting her stand.

"Please bend over the edge of the table, dear." Mr. Sarun ordered her. "Spread your arms and hold yourself steady, Vidya."

"Yes, Sirjee."

It was amazing how submissively Vidya was taking in her punishment. I knew Gaurav caned her a few times but that was BDSM - or kinky sex. This was a proper punishment.

Vidya bent over the table and gripped its sides for support. Narges bent down and pulled her nightie up, exposing her bare buttocks to all of us. I could already see sharp red streaks on her fair ass - it was evident she had already been caned before this.

"Vidya, the first morning I had warned you that any disobedience or displeasure caused by you would result in a swift punishment."

Vidya gulped. "Yes, Sirjee."

"Twenty spanks." Mr. Sarun announced, readying his hand. "Count them out, Vidya."

"Yes, Sirjee."

WHACK!

Vidya's whole delicate body quivered and shook as Mr. Sarun brought down his powerful hand square on her buttocks, making a sharp, resounding noise.

"One!" Vidya gamely counted.

WHACK!

"Two!"

I, her husband, could only watch and avert my eyes as my wife was spanked in front of me like a delinquent school girl.

WHACK!

"Three!"

WHACK!

"Four!"

WHACK!

"Five!"

And so it continued, as I stood by defenselessly watching while another man spanked my wife in full view of everyone in the house. After twenty swats, Vidya's ass was bright red and smarting, and she was shivering, her eyes stained with tears and her voice whimpering.

Mr. Sarun then came forward and stood directly behind her, his crotch touching her red smarting ass. Then he unzipped and pulled out his rock hard pecker. With a grunt, he pushed it into my wife's butt.

"Mmmph!" Vidya could only grunt as Mr. Sarun started to fuck her butt. We all watched as Mr. Sarun took my wife's ass right there on the dining table. The table shook as he hammered a limp Vidya. With a loud groan, he started to ejaculate. When he was done, he wiped his dick against her negligee, zipped up and then went to his room. Just before leaving, he harshly ordered my wife to follow him.

Vidya was in a daze. She stood up, her hair tousled and her face tear-stained. Spunk dribbled down her legs as she walked and demurely followed my boss down the hallway.

* * *

Thursday passed with no incidents outside of ordinary. Well, if you consider working all day while your boss is bonking your wife ordinary. I returned home to find them by the pool. My boss Mr. Sarun was seated on one of the deck chairs with Vidya on his lap, with her back to him. His enormous dark cock was clearly penetrating her cunt, as his large fingers manipulated her clit. Vidya's eyes were closed, and she was softly but ecstatically moaning.

I turned to leave. Even as I walked down the pathway back to the house, it was impossible to ignore Vidya and Mr. Sarun becoming increasingly vocal as they built towards a simultaneous climax.

Vidya, especially, was totally uninhibited, shouting out, "Oh God, what a cock ... I've never felt so filled, Sirjee. Please keep fucking me ... Oh yes! Go, go, go, go ... shoot your juice into me, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Mr. Sarun, of course, wasted no time in slamming his meat into her. I stood and turned back, fascinated, and watched. At this point, I could see Mr. Sarun's legs tense as he started to cum deep in my wife's unprotected womb. Vidya was humping him back and trying to take him in as deep as she could. As their climax subsided, Mr. Sarun patted Vidya on her side. She obediently stood up, as did Mr. Sarun.

They French-kissed for a few minutes, even as cum-trails were clearly leaking down her legs. Then Mr. Sarun pushed her down to kneel in front of him so that she could suck on his cock for a while. He was already hard again! But he clearly did not want to cum in her mouth. Mr. Sarun then turned Vidya round to kneel over the deck chair, and slammed into her cunt from behind, and very soon they were going at it like two rabbits, unconcerned about who could see them. In minutes, Mr. Sarun's buttocks tensed as he shot yet another of his seed up into my wife's evidently very willing pussy.

It was a quiet moment, but I didn't miss it. I watched as my wife's lover froze atop her, her eyes shut as if in a dream, even as their bodies twitched in unison, as his massive manhood started to pump huge volumes of baby making cum deep inside her belly. I left, but even if I was there, they seemed oblivious to my presence. Vidya's eyes were so glazed that I'm not sure she even realized I was there.

***

Friday morning both Mr. Sarun and I were at work. It was the final day of contract negotiations with the foreign company, and not even Vidya could tempt Mr. Sarun away. We slaved away the whole day, and Imtiaz picked us up at around 930 pm.

Let me tell you what happened to Vidya that afternoon.

She had slept the whole morning, free from the amorous attacks of my boss who was with me. At around eleven she had woken up, taken a shower and then had breakfast. Sharply at noon, there was a knock on her door. It was Narges.

"Vidya."

"Yes, Narges?"

"Do you know that you are to serve Imtiaz and Fateh today?"

Vidya nodded. My boss has told her this morning that she was to gift herself to Imtiaz and Fateh in the afternoon.

"Those two cuckolds," Mr. Sarun had laughed. "They lead a wretched life. Whenever I am here I fuck and treat their wives like chattel in front of them, and they have to smile and endure it because I support their needy families back in the village. The least I can do is share my new maal with them."

"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya had said. Mr. Sarun had just called her a "maal", or a product, and like all good products, she was to be shared. So Vidya now told Narges that yes, she was ready for them.

"Good." Narges said. She turned to leave, but something made her turn back.

Then she beckoned Vidya to approach him. She did so and Narges told her to bend down.

"Get on all fours. Yes, like that. Good!" Narges approved of how quickly Vidya was obeying her now. "Now turn so that your ass points to the door. Now crawl back so that you are just a few feet from the door."

Vidya did as she was told. Her butt was pointing to the door.

Narges then opened the door slightly.

"My husband Fateh will come here in about twenty minutes. Keep this door open and be in this very position when he enters. Be completely naked. I don't want to hear that he saw a stich of clothing on you."

"Yes, Narges."

In about twenty minutes, Vidya had stripped so that she was now completely naked. She went down on all fours, just as Narges had ordered, and crawled back until her butt was a few feet away from the door. There she remained, like a dog, until Fateh opened the door.

"Very nice, Madam, very nice," Was all he said.

"Thank you," Vidya replied meekly. That was all the conversation they were to have.

Fateh squatted on the ground and brought his face close to Vidya and kissed her. Vidya was getting a little tired remaining on all fours, but she returned his kisses with enthusiasm. After all, Mr. Sarun had ordered her to completely satisfy the staff.

Fateh didn't speak. He stood up and removed his clothes one by one. His penis was small, and as Vidya knew, Fateh was old - and his penis looked it. Still it was thick, waiting for some action. It was evident that he was looking forward to fucking Vidya - he was already aroused. After stripping completely, he started licking Vidya's cunt lips furiously. Vidya began to moan.

This went on for about a minute, and then, Fateh walked around to stand behind her and entered Vidya's cunt from behind, and commenced fucking her furiously. Even Vidya started to push her ass back into him. Pretty soon, Fateh had a good rhythm going and was porking my wife violently. With his second hand, he kept spanking Vidya's ass cheeks. It was clear he had learnt a few things from watching Mr. Sarun.

Then suddenly, he removed his dick from her cunt and pressed it on her anus. There had been no lubrication, and Vidya feared he would hurt her - but Fateh was no Mr. Sarun. He pushed and pushed and soon he was completely in, his pubic hair brushing against her butt.

Finally, Fateh began to spurt semen and dump his cum into my wife. While he didn't flood her insides like Mr. Sarun, the amount of cum he ejaculated was respectable. He pulled at her waist and held hard as he emptied his load into her gut. Then he withdrew. Vidya was in a delirium as she sank to the floor. As wordlessly as he had fucked her, Fateh left the room.

Imtia, being the younger man, was more adventurous.

"Here to see you memsahib," He announced as he entered the room.

Vidya by this time had gotten up and put on a bathrobe. Imtiaz reached for the sash of her robe and pulled. With the sash untied, her robe opened, displaying Vidya's body from her huge breasts to her neatly shaved pubic area. As she reached behind her to regain the sash ends, Imtiaz slid the robe off her shoulders, which effectively locked her arms at her side. He put his arms around her and gave her a kiss. He then carried her to the bed, and rolled her on to it. She was now face down, with her arms still constrained by the partially open robe. Imtiaz by then had his own clothes off, and his cock was at full erection. Rolling her over and after running his cock up and down her slit, Imtiaz thrust his member into her.

Imtiaz was in no hurry and he settled into a slow rocking motion. Vidya's clitoris swelled along with her vagina lips. Then she felt her womb tighten and vagina wall constrict. She lifted her legs high and whispered, "Push, Imtiaz! Push it all in me!"

This time her orgasm lasted well over six minutes. She came again just before Imtiaz drained his dick into her. Later that night, as Mr. Sarun alternated between fucking her thoroughly and spanking her severely, Vidya would reflect that she just had one day - Saturday - left before she was flying home on Sunday.

"Actually," Vidya told me after I had typed up the above statement, "that afternoon wasn't the only time the servants fucked me."

"Oh." I replied. "What other time?"

"Actually, they had sex with me again later that same evening," Vidya recounted. "Remember, Imtiaz usually picked you up around 6 or 7 pm. But that evening, both you and Mr. Sarun were at work, and you called and told Imtiaz to pick you both up at 9.30 pm."

"Yes, I do remember." I recalled. "We were just finishing up the project."

"Yes." Vidya replied. "So anyways, after the afternoon fucking, I slept for a bit. I woke up around 5 pm, refreshed and ready for the evening (and night). I was actually glad that my body, and my poor vagina and my poor ass, was getting a break. I freshened up, and had just put on my dress. Actually, let me correct that. What I had on was my bra, with my blouse on top, and my petticoat (no panties, of course, as per Mr. Sarun's instructions). I was just about to put on my sari when there was a knock on the door."

I could picture the scene - my wife, looking sexy in her blouse and petticoat, her midriff bare and her navel and tummy exposed - answering the door.

"It was the servants - Fateh and Imtiaz." Vidya continued. "I was surprised; I certainly wasn't expecting them."

"Imtiaz barged in and immediately apologized. 'Memsahib,' he said. 'I ... we were wondering if you will allow us to fuck you again.' I was shocked, to say the least. The man was blunt and crude."

"So I immediately asked, 'Isn't Mr. Sarun home? Aren't you going to pick up my husband, Imtiaz?' He then replied that you had called and said to pick both of you up at 9.30 pm, so we had some time."

"Hearing that, I couldn't really find a reason to say no, and they could see it. They pushed themselves into the room, and shut the door. I guess I could have said no, but I wondered if they would have listened. They had that hungry wild look in their eyes. Besides, I had been told by your boss to satisfy his servants. And also, darling, I wanted them to fuck me. Something about being used as a chattel by two servants turned me on completely. And let's face it, darling, they may not have Mr. Sarun's cock, but they were still bigger than my husband."

"They pushed me to a sofa in the room and immediately their hands were on my blouse. 'Let's get these babies out, memsahib!' said Imtiaz, and soon one of them undid my blouse buttons and it was on the floor. I guess it must have been Imtiaz; he took the lead and Fateh was happy to follow. Then one of them unclipped my bra, and my puppies sprang free."

"This time the two men took their time. They squeezed my breasts, pinched my nipples and jiggled my boobs. They pushed me down on the sofa and each of them took a nipple in their mouth and started to suck on it. Despite my initial reluctance, I started to get aroused as they bit and sucked on my breasts. They grabbed each breast with both hands as if they were chugging on a bottle, and started to milk me dry."

"Someone pulled at my petticoat strings and soon it was on the floor. Here was I, naked as the day I was born, and these servants had their hands all over my body, sliding everywhere. They were like animals in heat. They squeezed my tits and tweaked the nipples as I moaned in delight. I closed my eyes and moved my head back. A hand went into my pussy unopposed and out again. One of them (I think it was Fateh) pulled one of my thighs, forcing my legs apart, and I shuddered as he drove several fingers into my exposed snatch. As he pulled out, Imtiaz moved his fingers in. My legs started to buckle as they pulled me up to a standing position."
"Imtiaz was now holding me up with his hands cupped under my tits, his thumbs and forefingers pinching and pulling at my now rock hard nipples. Fateh was taking turns between fingering my pussy and clit, or probing my ass. My entire body was being ravaged by two sex crazed men."

"By this time, their pants were on the floor and I held a cock in each hand. I rubbed and stroked them, even as they called me all kinds of names. You know the usual, raandi (whore), saali (slang for slut), kutti (bitch), chutiya (cunt) and so on. It was a turn on, being abused like this by your husband's boss's servants. I, a respectable lady, felt like a low class hooker."

"So yes, as I said their cocks weren't really as big as Mr. Sarun's (no one's is!) but darling, they were of course much bigger than you. I knew they were going to fill me up real good, the way you can never. So I was somewhat turned on, and excited, and I could feel my pussy dripping wet like a faucet."

"Imtiaz then pushed me down so that I was on my knees, and their dicks at my face. I did the only thing a woman could do at that point, I started to suck their cocks. I would turn to my right and take one penis in my mouth and suck and lick it. Then I would turn to the left and take the other dick in my mouth and suck and lick it. And all this time I had my hands around one of their shafts and was stroking it, while the other was trying to gag me as I took it in my throat. I spit on their cocks to make it smoother."

"Then Fateh sat down on the sofa, and positioned me so that my head was on his lap. He then placed his cock into my mouth and I went down on him. Imtiaz moved to be on the sofa behind me so that his dick was rubbing against my slit. Raising one of my legs to give him better access, Imtiaz pressed against me. With a grunt, he pushed himself deep into me!"

"Oh it was incredible! I hadn't been fucked by two men at the same time in years! They had a rhythm going too - when Imtiaz would plunge in Fateh would lean back and when Imtiaz would withdraw slightly Fateh pushed his penis deeper into my throat. I was hardly being given an opportunity to breathe as the two men plugged each end of my body. All this time one of them was constantly mauling one of my breasts while another held my hair back in a tight grip as I was being face fucked and pussy fucked."

"They took a break and then Imtiaz sat down and leaned back, while I was then impaled on his staff. I started to go up and down on his rod. Imtiaz was looking up at me as he fucked me, watching his prick alternately appear and disappear down my love tunnel. His tempo of thrusts was increasing, his balls slapping against my ass. His hands were on my tits, rolling them around in small circles in time to his penetrations."

"Meanwhile Fateh walked over so he was now behind me - with my back to him. He aimed his cock at my ass hole and waited until Imtiaz was pushing in his dick. With the right timing, my ass went to Fateh's waiting dick and as his penis head entered my incredibly tight ass, Fateh shoved the full length in with one quick stroke."

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"I felt an incredible pain - he had used no lubrication at all except my saliva on his dick, and I screamed in anguish. Fateh ignored me and buried his cock in my buttocks. I could actually feel my thin membrane straining under the weight of two dicks in such close proximity. Imtiaz and Fateh then set up a good rhythm with thrust and counter thrusts, so that one dick was driving into an orifice of mine at all times. Oh, I was in heaven!"

"Fateh then pulled out, and so did Imtiaz. They quickly moved me around so that now Imtiaz had his cock deep into my mouth while Fateh has his manhood buried in my pussy. At this point I was beyond caring, I just wanted them to cum, but they weren't done yet. They switched me around again so that this time Fateh was fucking my pussy while Imtiaz was taking me anally."

"Finally they couldn't really hold out any more, so they made me kneel as they came on my face. It was so degrading really - I wish one of them had cum in me, but they wanted me to feel their juice on my face and then clean them off - which I did."

"So when they left, I was exhausted and I lay on the sofa for a long time, lying in a cesspool of cum and my own juices. I had sucked Imtiaz's cock and sucked Fateh's cock, Imtiaz had fucked me in my pussy and Fateh had fucked me in my mouth while Imtiaz was in my pussy, Fateh then had fucked me in my ass while Imtiaz was still in my pussy, Imtiaz then fucked my mouth, Fateh then fucked my pussy while Imtiaz was fucking me in the mouth, and then Imtiaz fucked me in my ass and Fateh had fucked me in my pussy while Imtiaz was fucking me in the ass. And then both of them came in my mouth. I really couldn't have asked more from them!"

***
It was Sunday afternoon, and our plane had just taken off from Calcutta's airport. In 2 hours, we should be landing in Pune, and we would then be home. I glanced over at Vidya, who was seated next to me. She was fast asleep, of course.

It was to be expected. Saturday night, being her "last night" with Mr. Sarun, he had proceeded to fuck her mercilessly, and making me watch each time he took her. As a final act, he then asked Imtiaz to join him. As Mr. Sarun remarked, "I fuck Rukmani and abuse her more than Narges, so Imtiaz deserves a little treat."

Mr. Sarun took Vidya's hand and walked with her to his bed. She let him lead her and turned towards him when they reached the edge of the bed. "How do you want me, Sirjee?" she asked. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just lie down on your back, raandi, and spread your legs."

Vidya did as she was told, climbing up on the bed and lying down in the center. She spread her legs wide, tucking her heels up against her ass so her knees were flat against the bed. Her labia lips were wide open too, giving me all a clear view of both of her holes.

Mr. Sarun drove a few fingers into her open crotch, soon burying his hand between her legs. He wanted to finger fuck her. His other hand grabbed one of her knees and drove her legs even further apart while he stuck his fingers deep into her hot pussy. Vidya moaned, obviously enjoying his attention to her own needs, and reached with her hands above her head and grabbed onto the headboard of the huge bed.

Mr. Sarun then popped his head up for one minute to bark an order.

"Imtiaz!" He called out. "I'd hate for you to waste a perfectly good mouth."

"Yes, saabji." Imtiaz said, as he moved towards the bed. Vidya had heard his comment and her mouth opened as he straddled her chest, kneeling just inside her armpits and forcing her to keep her arms above her head. Imtiaz wrapped his hand around his prick and started rubbing it all over her face, leaving trails of pre-cum on her chin, upper lip, and cheeks. Vidya's tongue danced over his cock whenever it came near, her saliva adding to the juices he was rubbing all over her face. Imtiaz started stroking his shaft up and down with his hand, his every outward stroke bringing another drop of cum to decorate her lips and chin with. His stroking got faster and faster, and he grabbed the back of her head and pulled it off the bed until her chin was resting on her chest. He held his cock out of reach for a moment, and Vidya got the message and opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue, giving him a target to shoot for.

Imtiaz placed the head of his cock on the end of her tongue and continued to whack away for a moment or two longer. Suddenly he shuddered and a thick wad of milky white cum shot out of his cock and into Vidya's waiting mouth. The next stroke brought another wad of cum shooting out, but Imtiaz's aim was off and it splattered across her upper lip, nose, and by her eye. The third and fourth spurt again made it into her mouth, and I could see them hitting the back of her throat and sliding down out of sight. Few weaker pulses left a puddle of cum on her tongue, some running off the side and down on her neck.

Vidya still held her mouth open and her tongue out, letting Imtiaz cum where he wanted. Finally finished, he slid his cock along her tongue, pushing most of the cum off, letting it drip from the sides of her mouth and down her chin. As the tip of his penis entered her mouth her cheeks were drawn in as she sucked his tube dry.

Imtiaz then climbed off the bed, completely spent. I noticed that while I had been engrossed in watching her face get fucked, Mr. Sarun had changed positions. Both of his hands now held her knees wide, and he was now driving his cock deep into Vidya's pussy instead of his fingers. He was looking down as he fucked her, watching his prick alternately appear and disappear down her love tunnel. With each stroke out her tight pussy tried to turn inside out as it gripped his pole. A large wet spot on the bed sheet under her ass showed she had at least one orgasm already. Mr. Sarun's tempo of thrusts was increasing, his balls slapping against her ass as he bottomed out in her. Her breasts were rolling in small circles in time to his penetrations. Vidya was still grabbing on to the headboard, and I could still see Imtiaz's cum all over her face, neck and shoulders. Her head lolled back and forth, eyes closed and mouth open. No doubt about it, she was getting her brains fucked out.

Mr. Sarun was pounding away in a frenzy now, and Vidya arched her back as he started shouting obscenities at her. His shaft was now covered with a white, creamy foam as he started to ejaculate into her.

Like always, he took a long time emptying his seed into her. As Mr. Sarun slowed to a stop, his shrinking cock popped out of her pussy and a river of cum poured out after it, coating her cunt and ass with creamy white juice. Vidya had passed out on the bed.

I recalled all of this as I watched the city get smaller and smaller through the plane window. No doubt Vidya was now sleeping - she could hardly walk this morning.

We had kissed all the way to the airport in the back of the car this morning as Imtiaz had dropped us off. As soon as we had gotten into the car and Imtiaz sped off, Vidya turned to me, and she and I kissed a deep, passionate kiss.

"We did it, darling." I told her, even as we came up for air and then kissed again. "A very long week it was for you, but it's over now."

"Yes, dear!" Vidya's eyes shone as she then proceeded to kiss me on my cheeks, my lips and my nose. "Your job is now safe, dear. Mr. Sarun has given us his word."

"Yes, I am grateful to you for that Viyda. This is the second time you helped me with my job."

We held hands for a while, before Vidya said, "I have something to say to you Rajesh."

I looked at her quizzically.

"Yes, dear?"

"I made Mr. Sarun give some of his preferred share stock over to you, darling." Vidya grinned. "I have the papers in my bag."

My jaw dropped, my eyes became big, and I gasped. This was big. I was now a proper owner in the company, with voting rights, with a guaranteed source of income, and could never be fired!

"How did you do that darling?" I kissed her deeply. "This is the greatest news I got this week!"

"It wasn't easy." Vidya recounted. "So, on Tuesday night, so that was the third night, your boss had already fucked me a couple of times. So now we were in bed, and he was groping me - that's when I first asked him about it."

"What did he say?"

"Well, at first he thought I was joking." Vidya answered. "But then he saw that I was serious. So he slapped me."

"Oh." I made a face. I still couldn't get over how roughly Mr. Sarun had treated Vidya, and how willingly she had put up with all of that. The power of the cock!

"Yes, but I wasn't deterred. Mr. Sarun slapped me a couple of times and then told me I was a rakhel, there simply to serve at his bed chamber and to know my place. And if I didn't do that, my husband could find another job. He told me that my husband - you, darling - was a man who couldn't keep his woman happy, and thus I needed a cock in my pussy, and that's exactly my status in this house - a pussy to be fucked."

"Oh, dear."

"But you know me, darling. I wasn't deterred." Vidya smiled slightly. "I know I can take a man to heights of pleasure he doesn't even know exists."

"Oh yes, dear, that you do."

"So I gave him a good, an excellent, blow job. I sucked him until he was ready to cum, and then slowed it, and then again increased the tempo, until he exploded in my mouth. And when I mean exploded, it was amazing the gallons of cum that I had to swallow. Then I asked him again."

"And he slapped me again." Vidya shook her head, as if to clear the memory. "After he slapped me a few times, he then proceeded to fuck my ass, hard. Whenever I said something to make him angry, he would fuck me in the ass. It was really painful, and I think I passed out once he got going. You saw his cock darling, it was huge. I am not used to having such a tool in my gaand."

"I bet he didn't stop because you passed out."

"No! When I regained consciousness, I asked him again. And this time he caned me."

Vidya paused, and we kissed again. I really could not find words to express my gratitude for all that she went through for me. After we kissed for a long time, she continued.

"I knew that caning me would make him happy. He loved to hit me because it gave him power and boosted his ego. After he was done caning me," Vidya continued, "I pleaded with him. I told him, 'Look, Sirjee! You have already taken a man's wife from him. He is in the same house as his wife, but he can't do anything as his wife is being held hostage and raped in front of him by another man. At least give him some morsels of dignity.' He then laughed and said he liked me, and then he caned me again."

"I didn't push it that night. First, I didn't think he would agree and second, my ass really hurt. I couldn't take much more caning. But I did notice that he liked when I said the word 'rape'. He liked the idea that he was raping me, and you - my husband - knew about it but could do nothing to stop him."

"Well, it really was rape, dear." I tried to justify her words. "We never wanted to get into this arrangement."

"Yes ... but ..." Vidya bit her lip. "I don't know if we can really call it a rape. If I was being honest, I was looking forward to being ... fucked ... to being taken by him after we saw Rukmani - I mean after I saw his giant dick. I love you, darling, but sometimes a girl just needs a real cock."

"Yes, dear."

"So, on Wednesday morning," Vidya continued. "After breakfast, he had his dick pushed into my ass. That's when I asked him again. He took me off his dick, made me kneel down on my knees and proceeded to slap my face. Then he dragged me by my ears to the washroom, and made me lie down on the floor. There he urinated on me."

"I have never been peed on before, darling." Vidya made a face. "And that Wednesday was the worst day of the week. I know Mr. Sarun liked his girls to have some spunk - but I was wondering if I crossed the line. The whole day, he confined me to the bedroom and I wasn't allowed to go out of the room. And on top of that, he used me as a pee dump."

"A pee dump?"

"Yes, darling. All day, whenever he would have to urinate, he would take me to the bathroom, make me lie on the floor and pee on me. And not only that, he made Rukmani and Narges pee on me as well. I would be seated on the bed, when Narges would come in. She would take me by the ear, to the washroom, and make me kneel on the floor. Then she would roll up her sari, squat so that her smelly anus was on my face, and then urinate on me. Same with Rukmani. I really felt so low, that I abandoned the idea. And then you know what happened later after dinner."

"The spanking." I remembered.

"Yes, the spanking." Vidya smiled ruefully. "I was never so humiliated in my life. And then to be fucked in my ass, after that spanking ... in front of everyone ..."

"There, there." I hugged Vidya and we just cuddled for a bit.

"That whole night he fucked me repeatedly. The next morning - Thursday it was I think - yes, Thursday, Mr. Sarun woke me up by climbing on top of me and fucking me again. He really has some stamina, darling, I have to give him that. And he really knows how to make a girl scream in pleasure. In spite of all he had done to me all day, I enjoyed being taken like that. You will never understand that, darling, because only a real man can take a woman the way Mr. Sarun did."

"Yes, dear."

"Afterwards, we were in the shower, cleaning up, when suddenly Mr. Sarun made me fetch the cane, with me still wet and shivering. Then he made me bend over on the bath tub and asked me, 'So, how much does your husband need?' My mind was in a whirl. So maybe he was coming around! So immediately I said, 'twenty percent, Sirjee'."

"Then he started to laugh, and then caned my behind. Twenty strokes. He said that was for asking twenty percent. Then he asked me again how much. I grinned and replied twenty one. He laughed again, and this time caned me twenty one times. My ass was on fire. But I then said twenty two. Then he lashed me twenty two times. I was ready to pass out. I was holding my position, bent over, buttocks out, for over half an hour now, while he thrashed my ass. So then Mr. Sarun said, 'Fine, if you satisfy me (and my servants) till this week, I will think about five percent."

Vidya laughed.

"And that's when I knew he would do it. So I agreed, of course. I was allowed to complete my shower, and then we went down for breakfast."

"That whole Thursday, if you remember, your boss was home. Mr. Sarun actually told me, 'I am going to totally rape you today, bitch.' So I knew I was going to be a busy girl, and I was. And you know what happened on Friday with the servants."

"Wow." Was all I could say. "You endured all that for me!"

"Yes, darling."

We kissed passionately. My wife Viyda loved me no matter whose cock was in her pussy, and she looked out for her husband at all times. Now, as our plane flew into the skies, and my dear wife slept, I thought about the last thing she told me about my new stocks.

"There is one catch, though, darling." Vidya was biting her lip when she told me that, once we were waiting in the lounge near our gate. "I was wondering how to tell you, and I hoped you wouldn't get upset."

"How can I get upset with you, dear?"

"Well," Vidya then blurted out. "In order to get Mr. Sarun to give us those stocks, I had to promise him one final thing."

"What?"

"On Saturday morning," Vidya told me, "Mr. Sarun took out the papers that would make you the owners of those stock, and then told me, 'Vidya, I'm a businessman, and a successful one, and definitely a ruthless one, and I don't give up this kind of wealth out of the goodness of my heart. I expect something in return.' I then asked him what he wanted. He said, 'I will give you these stocks. But in return, I want you, say for a year.' I was flabbergasted. Here I was, thinking my ordeal would be over in one day. But then he continued, while groping my tits, 'I come to India once a month, and will get a chance to spend at most one week at home. So for that one week, I will need you at my disposal.' This arrangement will continue for a year."

I looked at Vidya, and she looked at me. Even in the depths of debauchery, Vidya had looked out for me. Yes, I realized the consequences of what she had done, but I loved her and she loved me. We kissed again, and then Vidya told me that she had agreed to Mr. Sarun's proposal. She then showed me the stock papers.

Mr. Sarun had transferred 5% of the company to Vidya's name (not mine). The preferred shares wouldn't mature for a year. That meant that at any time, the stocks could be cancelled if the rest of the Board saw fit to do so. Thus, what Vidya had actually done, was agree to be Mr. Sarun's slave girl, his concubine, for a whole year in return for the Board not touching those stocks. I knew Mr. Sarun visited India once a month, and as Vidya told me, he planned to stay in Pune next month for 3-5 days at our place. I better get myself prepared to be a long term cuckold now. I loved my wife.

The End