I was born in a small town in England in 1975, to a very Christian family. My father was the vicar in a local parish, and my mother stayed at home to look after me, my older sister and younger brother. They were strict, especially as my sister and I grew older and boys started taking an interest in us. We weren't allowed out late, we couldn't drink, and we would be in trouble if they found out we had been meeting with other boys. They said we had to set an example of perfect behaviour to the community, and were ecstatic when my sister got a place to study at university, and met a boyfriend at the Christian Union that they deemed suitable. They were constantly pushing me to use her as a role model, to follow in her steps – to get good grades and get a place at university.
I had turned 18 and was in my last year of college when I met Sam. He was tall, dark haired and muscly, and I found him attractive before we had even spoken. We went on a couple of dates, to see a film, for walks, but he never took me to his house, and I never brought him to mine unless my parents weren't in. He was a few years older than me, was a manual labourer, and wasn't a Christian. They wouldn't have approved.
A few months later I lost my virginity to him. The first time hurt, and he was quite rough, but we continued. I was naïve, but Sam was experienced and I was always horny. As often as I could I would sneak out of school to go and meet him. He had a car so we could drive out of town to places where nobody would catch us. On the way there his rough hand would slide slowly up my skirt, stroking my inner thigh and teasing and exciting me, so when his fingers finally inched up under my knickers and into my pussy, I would be soaking wet and would moan in ecstasy as he fingered my clit. As he slid his finger inside my hot, moist hole, my hand would be on his cock, which would be pressing against his trousers to be let out and sunk inside me.
When we got there we would be in a frenzy to get into the back to start fucking. He would bend me over the back seat and take me from behind, slamming into me while I screamed for more; one hand grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples, while the other would be rubbing my clit. I would come time and time again as his cock drilled into me, and until I could feel him start to throb, pumping cum inside me.
Sometimes when my family was out for a few hours, he would come to the house. He would lie on the bed and made me straddle his long, thick cock and ride him hard, or would fuck my mouth until he came. He would get on top of me, wrap my legs around him and start thrusting, biting hard on my nipples until I screamed.
We were generally quite careful when it came to protection. I wasn't on the pill so we used condoms, but sometimes we were both so horny and desperate to start screwing that condoms were the last thing on our minds. So when I missed my period and a pregnancy test came up positive, although shocked, I wasn't surprised. As soon as Sam found out, I never heard from him again, and it wasn't long before my mother caught on to my morning sickness. When she told my father, I thought he would never speak to me again. They took me out of school before I started showing, and I had to tell my friends that I was moving schools. I was hardly allowed out of the house so nobody would see me and start gossiping.
They were so ashamed of me that they wanted me out. The first time my father spoke to me after he found out was to tell me that he had found me a cottage in village a few miles away, and I was 6 months pregnant when they moved me in. They gave me enough money to live off for the following 6 months; the house they had bought, but I had to pay bills and living expenses. Their parting words were, "You have got yourself into this mess. You now have a house, the rest is up to you. Find a job, don't come to us for money."
The cottage was small but comfortable enough. I was lonely and bored, and as the baby grew bigger, I grew more uncomfortable. I had no friends, my family rarely came to see me, and I never heard from Sam. I spent the days getting ready for the baby. I exercised and ate healthily - I didn't want to end up like my mother after giving birth. At nights, it was always the same. I would kick off the covers and strip when I got too hot, and the cool air would make my nipples instantly stiffen. I would take the nubs between finger and thumb and slowly start to twist and play with them, causing a tingling in my pussy. I would slide my fingers in and out, getting wetter and wetter, playing with my clit before sliding my fingers back in deeply, reaching for my G-spot. Pregnancy had made me more sensitive, and I could come so easily, and until I grew too big, night after night I would lie in my bed masturbating, trying to satisfy my constant need for sex.
My father reluctantly agreed to let my mother come with me to the hospital when I went into labour. I gave birth to a baby boy, and called him Noah, and soon was back at home, lonely and bored. I began to look for jobs, but nobody would have me. I hadn't finished my education, I had no work experience, and I was a young single parent. Money was running out, and although my mother tried to help me out, it was difficult to go behind my father's back so her help was rare.
I adored my son. He was gorgeous, with blue eyes, and his father's brown hair. He rarely cried, he slept a lot so I could too, and was easy to feed. When he needed feeding in the night I would bring him into my bed and he would suck milk from my breasts, relieving them so they were no longer full and leaking. Breastfeeding made me so horny, I loved the sucking, pulling feeling that my nipples were getting when Noah was fed, and when he fell asleep after feeds, several times a day I would find myself in my bedroom with my fingers buried in my slit, humping my hand so I would come and release the pressure built up inside me.
After a couple of weeks, my father finally visited. He nodded at Noah, and left me some books on spiritual guidance. But I still needed to find work, and I was getting desperate. Nobody would employ me, and my father was standing by his word that he would support us no more. He visited a second time, and dropped in a third time unannounced, with Mr Daniels, a friend of his. I think he realised I was lonely, so I guess he brought him along as somebody else I could talk to, who I already knew. I had met Mr Daniels several times while I was growing up, but hadn't seen him since I was about 12. He and my father had known each other as young boys, and while my father was training to become a vicar, Mr Daniels had started his own business in town, but they remained friends throughout their lives.
My father and I were on better terms – or we could hold a conversation at least. He and Mr Daniels settled down in the living room while I brought through drinks, and we talked while Noah lay wriggling on my lap. I think Mr Daniels was the one person who my father could bring himself to tell about me, as they had known each other for so long, and because he did not live in my father's parish. My father didn't really look at me much, but I could feel Mr Daniels eyes on me, and I felt self-conscious in my low cut top and tight jeans, my tits bursting with milk. Although getting my post-baby figure back had not been a problem, I still wished I was wearing slightly more modest clothes so my cleavage was not so exposed.
They left after a while, and as quickly as I could I settled a hungry Noah onto my lap to feed him. As I began to pull out a nipple, I realised that they had been leaking, and there were damp patches over my tits. No wonder my father couldn't look at me, and Mr Daniels couldn't stop staring. I shut my eyes in embarrassment as Noah latched on. He started sucking hard, pulling mouthfuls of milk out of my sore breasts.
As I switched him over, I heard the front door front door open, and I quickly tried to pull Noah off and do my top back up, but as I looked up, Mr Daniels was standing in the doorway, unfazed by what was happening. I pulled my t shirt back down and tried to wrap my cardigan in front of my boobs to hide the damp patches, but he didn't look away.
"I believe I left my wallet here," he said, taking a step towards me. "But don't stop by all means; I don't get embarrassed by the sight of mothers nursing."
Mr Daniels must have been in his late forties, a similar age to my father. He was tall, broad, and tanned, and was dressed in a suit – he must have been on his way home from the office. He wasn't unattractive for a man of his age. When I was younger I had found him imposing, almost frightening; he and his wife had no children of their own, and hardly showed interest in me and my siblings. Although he was now giving me attention, he still had a similar impact on me. I felt him settle on the sofa next to me, so I gathered the courage to turn towards him and look him in the eye as he started to talk again.
"I gather from your father that you are looking for work in order to look after the baby."
"Yes."
"Have you had any success?"
"No. Nobody can employ me, and even if they did, putting Noah in a nursery would be a huge expense in itself." I stood up and started to rock Noah to sleep, and I could feel Mr Daniels' eyes follow me, staring at my full, hurting breasts.
"Well perhaps I may be able to help you with that."
I looked at him. If he could get me a job, it would be a miracle. I had stressed over the past months about where I was going to get money from, and had almost given up hope.
"Really? Do you know of a job? I would do anything to find work, to keep me and Noah going. Anything."
"Well I would be able to find you a job in my firm if you wished. There is daycare, Noah would be looked after at no cost to you." There was something in this man's voice that I found strangely arousing. Or perhaps it was because I hadn't been around men in a while, and I was desperate for a fuck.
"What is the job? What would I be doing?" Noah was asleep, so I gently put him in his Moses basket in his room and tucked him in, before coming back to face Mr Daniels.
"Come and sit down, Emily," he patted the space on the sofa next to him, so I sat down facing him cross legged, intrigued by his proposition.
He shifted slightly closer to me, and if I hadn't been so horny, or wanted a job so badly, I would have backed off.
"If you want this job badly enough, you will have to agree to exactly what I request of you."
"I understand," I said, while he shifted closer. "What is the job exactly?"
"The job is as my personal assistant. My VERY personal assistant." He placed a hand under my top, and very slowly and gently began to lift it up, tiptoeing his fingers up my stomach. "There are things you would do for me that no other assistant would at my firm, or probably at any other. Because you have something that none of the job applicants can boast."
"And what's that?" I didn't know whether to pull away, but I was getting more and more excited.
"Milk." He said, and he suddenly pulled my top right up and my bra down, pushed me back on the sofa and began sucking hard on my nipple, milking and squeezing my breast so the milk flooded into his thirsty mouth. I grabbed his hair and tried to pull him off, but the release felt so good, and he was so strong that I gave up almost immediately and let him feed from my swollen tit, my eyes shut and moaning with relief. I let my knees fall open and felt my pussy moisten almost immediately, and he stopped sucking, my nipple popped out of his mouth and he started quickly unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, giving me no time to struggle. He slipped one finger, then two, straight into my slit.
"God you are wet, you whore," he said, thrusting his fingers in and out, before resuming his hard sucks at my tit, before switching over to the other. I was in ecstasy, my tit being drained while his long fingers teased my clit and slid in and out, so rough it almost hurt. Almost. "So are you going to be my assistant? You don't really have much choice. If you say no, daddy is going to find out about us. Well, he is going to find out that I came back to pick up my wallet, and you were so horny you jumped on me."
My mind was going crazy. I half wanted to slap him, for being so forward, for being a blackmailing son of a bitch, but I wanted him to fuck me so badly. I needed his cock, slammed deep inside me, pumping his hot sperm into me while I screamed and climaxed around it.
"Well?" He started pushing and curling his fingers into me that it was starting to hurt. "What's your answer?"
"YES!" I screamed, "YES, I'll do it!"
"Good," He took one last, long hard pull from my breast, swallowed, and started to rip his suit off, taking off his jacket, pulling of his shirt and tie, and struggling with his trouser zip as his erection fought to get out. I sat up, pulled my bra and top off completely, as he said "You will obey my rules. Or you will lose your job."
"Yes," I said, "I'll do anything."
He pulled me against him hard, my nipples crushed against his chest, causing my desire to be fucked to increase even further. He took off his shorts, knelt on the floor, grabbed my ass and pulled me hard to the edge of the sofa, where he could easily pull my jeans and thong off. He spread my legs, and I was so wet and ready for him that he thrust straight in, splitting me in two with his huge cock, making me scream out in ecstasy. He started fucking me hard, gripping my hips and pulling me into his cock so he would go even deeper.
He pulled my legs around him, and stood up, picking me up while his cock was still buried in me. He sat down on the sofa so I was straddling him, and immediately began feeding from me again, drawing the milk out, roughly biting and pulling my nipple so the white liquid came streaming out into his greedy mouth. I started riding him, sliding my pussy up and down his shaft while he drank, humping at his cock as fast as I could, rapidly building up towards an orgasm.
When it hit me, I couldn't stop myself screaming, and I ground my hips into his as wave upon wave of sweet sensation flooded through me, my pussy throbbing, milk bursting out of me into his hungry mouth. It didn't take long for him either. He picked me up again and lay me on the floor so he could fuck me as hard as he could, slamming his groin into mine as he came, both of us panting, sweat and milk running down our chests as we finished screwing.
He pulled out and I sat up, reaching for my clothes. I pulled on my knickers and picked up my bra, but he put his hand out to stop me.
"Rule number one, no wearing bras anymore. If your tits need draining, I will do it while your son is in daycare. Come to the office for 9 on Monday morning, you can start work then."
After dressing and picking up his keys, he looked me up and down as I stood there topless, and he smiled. "See you Monday."
That night I hardly slept. Having checked that my screams of pleasure hadn't woken Noah, I ran a hot bath and soaked in it for an hour, trying to relax my mind and body for the day to follow -- my first day "working" for Mr Daniels. It was difficult to stop imagining what was going to happen, and absentmindedly I slid my finger down my stomach to my clit, and I pushed it inside me, curling it up towards my G-spot. As I approached my orgasm my toes curled in pleasure, and found myself pinching and pulling my nipples as I came, fantasizing about what was to come.
After drying off, I sat naked on my bathroom floor, painting my nails scarlet, waxing my legs, and I made a mental note to book an appointment for a Brazilian; I was sure my new employer would want me to be well groomed everywhere. I stood up and stared at myself in the mirror. My wavy brown hair only just covered my nipples, my stomach was nearly as flat as it had been before I had Noah, and my skin was a lovely golden colour, due to the naked sunbathing I had done in the garden while my baby slept under the shade of a tree.
I had been to Mr Daniel's office just before I got pregnant, so I was vaguely aware where I needed to drop Noah off the next morning. I expressed enough milk for him to have throughout the next day, hoping my supply would be enough for two hungry boys. Noah woke at half six for his first feed -- at 2 months old he still demanded to be fed every 3 hours. When he was finished I settled him back down again, showered, and started to get ready. I scrubbed my skin and moisturised so it was smooth to touch. I dried my hair so it fell loosely over my shoulders. I sprayed perfume onto my cleavage, behind my ears and between my soft thighs. Remembering what Mr Daniels had said, I didn't put on a bra but slipped into a pair of white lace French knickers, a black pencil skirt and a peach blouse. Mascara, blusher, lipstick, and I was ready.
I arrived at the office just before 9, parked my old car, and took Noah into the nursery on the second floor. I handed him and several bottles over and made sure he was settled before getting into the lift to meet Mr Daniels. My heart was racing, I was nervous and excited, and I started to feel myself getting slightly wet at the prospect of the day. The doors opened, and I stepped out into the reception.
"Where would I find Mr Daniels' office please, I'm his new assistant."
"Office 15, the last door on your left at the end of the corridor," the secretary replied. "Strange, he never mentioned anything about somebody new starting today."
I smiled and quickly began walking, the noise of my heels echoing down the corridor. I reached number 15, took a deep breath and knocked.
"Come in." I pushed the door open and stepped inside into a spacious office. His desk faced the door, and he was sat behind it on a large leather chair, wearing an expensive looking suit and a pair of dark rimmed glasses, staring at his computer screen. He suddenly closed the laptop and looked up.
"Ah, Emily. I was worried you were going to change your mind. And I'm certainly glad you haven't."
I hesitated, I didn't know what to say. I bit my lip and cleared my throat, trying to think of something, but I didn't have to.
"I assume you have left your son downstairs." I nodded. "Good, now lock the door, take off your jacket and come over here."
I obeyed and locked it, before slipping off my coat and laying it on a chair along with my handbag, before slowly walking over to him. He took off his glasses, and placed both hands firmly on my hips.
"You look very nice," he said, slowly moving his hands up to the small of my back. He suddenly pulled me down onto his lap, and ran his hands further up my back. "Good girl, I see you listened to my first rule."
He traced his hands back down again, brushing over my hips and moving down to the hem of my skirt, which he slowly started to tug up, while nuzzling my neck. He pulled my skirt right up so he could turn me towards him and straddle him; my increasingly dampening pussy was pulled right over his increasingly hardening cock. Without saying anything, he started to unbutton my blouse and pulled it open, before grabbing a full tit and pulling it into his mouth. He cupped it with both hands and started to suck hard, making grunting noises of pleasure as my hot milk filled his mouth. He switched sides, pulling in the other, catching my nipple in his teeth and causing me to gasp and pull back, before pressing myself back in. It felt so good, milk was being sucked out of me while my knickers were dripping wet, I started to grind slightly on his cock, desperate for it to be deep inside me. He moved his hands to my thighs and gripped them, pulling our groins even closer together.
This carried on for a few more minutes, him feeding from my swollen breasts while I ground myself onto his erect cock. He started to slow his sucking down, and let go of my sore nipple. He pushed me off and I stood up. He began to unbutton his trousers, and his erection sprung out -- I looked at it greedily, I needed it inside me so badly. I started to pull down my knickers, more than ready to be fucked.
"What are you doing?" He said, and I looked up. "I'm not going to fuck you."
"But -- I thought this is why I'm here."
"You are here to do exactly what I want. And since I've done you the favour of sucking your titties, you are going to suck my cock."
And he took my hand and pulled me to the floor. I knelt up and opened my mouth to slide his hot meat straight in. He took my head into his hands, gripped my hair and began to work me faster and faster over his cock. I flicked my tongue over the shaft as I sucked him off, the tip pushing deeper and deeper down my throat until he started to climax, pumping hot cum inside my mouth. I swallowed what I could, his cock pulsing, his hands shaking, before letting go of my hair, and letting his cock slide out of his mouth.
He sat for a few seconds, his heavy breathing slowing down and I stood up, tugging my skirt back down to the knee, but at the same time desperate for my pussy to have some attention.
"Good," he said. "Through that door is the bathroom, tidy yourself up then I'll have someone show you to your office and how things work around here."
When I walked back in he was stood by the window, looking out over the city.
"Ok, sit down and we're going to talk some things through. Your office is going to be next door to mine. Whenever I need you, I will buzz for you. You can make yourself useful when I'm not using your body by doing some easy administration work and other errands for me. I don't want you to talk of our arrangement to anyone else, or to find you flirting with any of my employees. And you will be faithful to me...unless I say otherwise. We don't want your father finding out about this now, do we?" He watched me shake my head, before pressing a buzzer, on his desk. "One of the girls is going to show you around. Fill in some paperwork, sort your wages out, get you settled into your office. I will see you a bit later."
I was shown round the floor, taught how to use the photocopier, given a password to the computer on my desk. My office was tiny, but I hardly imagined I would be in there for long periods of time. I settled down and began to start typing up some documents for Mr Daniels, and it wasn't long before the buzzer rang.
"My office please Emily."
I knocked and stepped in. "Yes Mr Daniels?"
"Close and lock the door."
He wanted to drink from me again and nothing else, and it happened several times throughout the day. My nipples were sore, but I was horny as hell, desperate to be fucked. As he was drinking from me he would occasionally brush his hand over my crotch, but never go further. He knew he was teasing me, and he knew that he could do whatever he wanted with me. I was under his control, and he knew it well. As soon as he was done, he lifted me off his lap, told me to button up my shirt, and sent me back off to work.
It was nearly 5 when he buzzed for me the last time. I was frustrated, I needed to fuck and I had been stimulated so much from the constant sucking of my tits and rubbing of my crotch against his. I walked into his office, locked the door, and stood there, waiting for him to tell me what to do.
This time he got up from his desk, and walked over to me, taking off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He reached his arms around me and unzipped my skirt, sharply pulling it down and I stepped out of it. He then started to undo my blouse, for what seemed like the tenth time that day. I tried not to look at him, I was uneasy, unaware what he was about to do. Suddenly he grabbed me under my arse and picked me up, pulling my legs around him, and slamming my back against the door. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his hands gripped me tight, his groin pressed me hard into the door, and he began to bite my neck, starting softly before biting harder and harder. His bare chest was crushed against mine, and I could feel milk slowly starting to trickle out. He pulled me away from the door, walked into a space in the room, and lay me down on the carpet. He pushed my legs open and lay between them, yanked back my blouse and began to nurse at me, sucking hard at my tired nipples, but at the same time my pussy began to tingle, and I ached for him to start screwing me.
"You've been very good today," he said, swallowing a mouthful of my hot milk. "It's time for your reward."
With one hand and his mouth on one tit, he reached down with the other, pushed my knickers aside and slid a finger straight into my pussy.
"So tight and wet," he said letting go of my nipple for just that second, and kept thrusting harder and harder, until my hips started to buck from pleasure, needing more.
He slid a second finger in, stretching me a tiny bit more. His breathing was getting faster and faster, and I started to moan, pushing my head back and my legs further open as I felt an orgasm start to build.
"I didn't say you could come yet."
He stopped immediately, pulled out his fingers, and began unbuckling his trousers. He didn't even have time to take them off completely in his urgency to be inside me, they reached his ankles before he plunged his cock inside me, and I started to come immediately, wave upon wave of delicious ecstasy sweeping over me as my pussy contracted over his cock, milking it and pulling it deeper inside of me. He pulled my legs over his shoulders, and running his nails up and down the insides of my thighs as he pumped his cock into my hungry pussy, digging his nails into me leaving long red scratch marks. It felt so good.
My orgasm slowly subsided, but he was not finished, and neither was I. It was my turn, I wanted to ride him. I slid my legs off his shoulders, and before he knew what was happening, I had straddled him and started to move my hips up and down, his cock sliding in and out of my tight hole. He held onto my hips tight, and I leant forward and grazed my nipples over his chest as I fucked him. He took one of my tits into my hand and squeezed it, milk spraying onto his chest. I started fucking him harder and harder, feeling myself about to come again, my toes curling inside my heels, rolling a nipple with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other.
The sweet sensation of climax overwhelmed me again; I started to slow down, panting and beginning to sweat. His hands gripped my thighs and he flipped me over, onto my hands and knees and he fucked me doggy style. I had never been fucked so hard in my life; he held onto both my hips and rammed himself into me time and time again, grunting in concentration as he started to come. He pulled his hips into me one last time, and I could feel him come inside me, ropes of semen squirting deep inside me, his cock throbbing, my pussy throbbing. He rocked his cock and my hips together as his orgasm subsided, before pulling out of me.
I lay on the floor trying to catch my breath, while he stood up and started to dress.
"It's just gone quarter past 5," he said. "You better go and pick up your son, but I expect you at the same time tomorrow."
"Yes Mr Daniels," I said, standing up, my legs shaking slightly. I dressed and tidied myself up as best as I could. "See you tomorrow." I was looking forward to it.
Sunday 30 December 2012
Saturday 22 December 2012
Revenge Is Good
My name is Samir. I am 34 working in MNC. I got married 10 years ago to this beautiful angel called "Saro" a shy girl from a well-to-do family brought up in a conservative atmosphere. The restrictions imposed on her during her teenage years are the reason for her becoming a bad girl after marriage. I had lot of experience in sex and also had fucked numerous girls.
While we were in college I fucked Saro’s friend Khaniz and she also knew that I was a sex god and many of her friends have confided to her about me. I had college-days' fantasies of watching my wife with other men (preferably someone whom she likes) I was looking out for opportunities to put my wife in a situation where her slutty side would be exposed. This incident happened in August 2002 just two months after our honeymoon.
After coming back from our honeymoon I observed a lot of changes in Saro. The woman who never wore anything other than salwar kameez with shawl covering her huge melons was now comfortable wearing transparent night dress and transparent sari around the house which showed almost her inner wear. The fact that Saro’s own home was almost 15 kms away at the other end of the city didn't help either. Even while wearing burkha her fleshy ass would rock sideways.
Anyway the place I work had Sapna and Bobby who had boyfriends, but I fucked them both. Both ladies did not reveal to each other and my relationship continued with them until college. I came from Bangalore settled at my desk; I got a call from an unknown number. I received it and the voice at the other end said-"How are you Samir?" I dint recognize the voice but knew it was someone very close to me as only my closest friends used to call me by that name in college. I tried hard but gave in at last. "Sorry but who is this?" He said-"Kya yaar John ko bhul gaya?" That rang a bell! "John? Tu?" It was John a good friend.
We used to call him "Romeo" as he was very smooth with the girls and was famous for having most number of girlfriends during our years of college. John was tall with a muscular body and a sweet tongue. He could talk anyone into anything. Because of this quality he scored many chicks and also because he had a 9 inch monster in his pants. He fucked Mohbeen one day where there was a birthday party at Stan’s house, but unfortunately Jabin and Khaniz saw them fucking and the news circulated to all the girls. Khaniz my wife’s friend had confided this to my wife Saro during college days. John was a common friend to all of us.
Me and Saro, Stan and Jabin, Khaniz and Rahim, and Mohbeen. He was the favorite for all the girls. He was Mohbeens lover. He was never shy of roaming in his jockeys before us all when all the girls would join us for a theme park date. Rest of the guys would wear shorts as all of us were shy in compared to the size with him. Actually he was proud to be the owner of such a huge dick. I told him to meet me at 6 pm at the bar, someone patted on my back and as I turned "Mere yaar Samir kaisa hai tu?"
He just lifted my 80 kilo body like it was nothing. He hadn't changed much except he had put on some weight and his muscles were stronger than ever. "Niche uter de bhai" I said and he thanked me for inviting him for lunch the coming week. "Thik hai waise bhabhi se bhi mil lunga he winked at me.
Frankly even during college days I was jealous of him as he used to fuck girls for free while I used to spend money on getting prostitutes to have fun. I fucked 250 prostitutes and 25 normal women for one time sex by taking them to my house, disco, or hotel. Some women friends of mine used to drink, so we would mix stuff in the Pepsi and have a great fuck. I used to lose my interest in that woman very quickly and jump on the next.
After inviting John to dinner I asked where he's staying and what had happened to his affair with Mohbeen, he said that Mohbeen had left him and Jabin had left Stanley and now John and Jobin were engaged. I bid him goodbye and went home. Saru was in the bedroom. She was staring at the TV when I entered the room and as if shocked she just closed the TV and went to kitchen. I dint know why she was shocked and didn’t give it much thought. Just changed into my T-shirt and night pants and went to the drawing room to rest. Couple of minutes later I got a call from John and he asked when should he come for dinner.
I had totally forgotten about it so i said come by 10 pm. I called Saru and told her John will join us for dinner tonight. She seemed curious and began enquiring about him. I just told her everything and went back to watching TV. "Is he the one who got caught by Khaniz and Jabin on Stan’s b’day while humping Mohbeen basked Saro? Saro and me did not attend that day, but I was shocked to hear the news as she had not forgotten after so many years. I heard her voice from the kitchen. "Dad never used to allow any boys in the house "Saro said.”What? Why?" I asked. "Well you know boys see girls with lustful eyes!
She tried to explain. "What do you mean?” "Never mind i didn’t mean i have a problem with your friend coming here. It was 10 pm. Door bell rang and i received John and led him to the drawing room. "Bhabhi kahan hai bhai? He asked." Saro our guest is here" I shouted. My wife came out of the bathroom where she was from the past one hour or so and to my surprise she was wearing a transparent black Sari of silk which hugged her awesome body and the shape of her assets were clearly visible.
Her blouse had a deep cut in the front (which was not usual for her. She wore this blouse only now) but now she was showing her sexy cleavage with a necklace dangling between those hills and that to in front of John, who had his eyes fixed on her boobs even as she said salaam.
She liked and just stood there right in front of him a little bent offering coffee. Standing behind her I could imagine the view he was enjoying and after an awkward ten seconds or so he got up and said Saro's I will serve myself don’t bother about serving. Saro served some biscuits and John said it was enough and Saro offered some more but John hesitated in between this both were holding their hands, Saro pulling his hand and placing some biscuit, while John again placed it in her hands.
This was going on for 10 minutes and I felt so awkward. John wasn't the handsomest of guys but he had a smile which made women weak in the knees and it was working on my wife too i felt. Suddenly John’s face lit up with bliss and he started chatting with Saro and i didn’t sense any inhibition in my wife who was kept away from boys all her life.
She sat at the chair next to the sofa leaning towards John and he moved to the corner of the sofa barely a feet from her and occasionally feasting on the cleavage her firm boobs were making. After they had chatted Saro went to cook and we opened a bottle of rum and for almost 2 hours finished the drink. While drinking Saro used to come to the room and almost ignoring my presence kept staring John.
I called Saro into the kitchen and asked her to set up the dining table fast. She seemed a bit angry as I may have disturbed them talking, but didn’t show it on her face. "You were right Samir John is a nice guy and he's so funny!”I dint think he was funny and although i fantasized about my wife with other men.
John was not one of them. He was an animal who treated women like whores and I didn’t want my lovely wife to be treated like that. "Don’t get too friendly with John "i said rather seriously.”Oh come on! He was so good to me and most of all he talks respectfully even my friends have liked him. ”She said with dreamy eyes.”And you believe him?" i asked with a wink although i knew my wife was really struck here.
As we sat for dinner, John said-"Samir kahin paas me koi ghar hai to batana yaar. tere ghar ke paas rahunga to naye shahar me Sahara mil jayega aur bhabhi se bhi roz milne ka mauka milega! he said winking at Saru and she just smiled in return."Are is area me mushkil hai bhai mujhe nahin lagta yahan tujhe koi ghar milega!"i just wanted to get him as far away as possible from my shy wife. Then Saro said Aap toh busy rehte ho main pata lagaungi John ki koi ghar hai ya. "She said eagerly and i just kept quite."Thanks bhabhi dekh devar ka kitna khayal rakhti hai he said and i just shrugged my shoulders showing that i wasn't very interested in this conversation.
Suddenly he said-"Samir is weekend pe hum kahin bahar jayangee?Waise bhi treat deni hai tujhe aur bhabhi ko mera engagement ho gaya hey. Bangalore me tho bahut saare pub honge...kya bolta hai?"I just wasn't ready for this sudden invitation. I thought real fast and said-"Sorry yaar hum log friday hi Hyderabad ja rahe hain...cousin ke ghar pe function hai."It was Independence Day and 2 more days of holiday so my excuse sounded valid enough."Par tumne toh kuch bataya nahi is baare me?"My innocent wife interrupted. "Sorry yaar bhul gaya tha friday jana hai aur sunday ki raat ko lautenge."Saro seemed a bit sad by hearing this. "Main toh akela pad jaunga yahan pedal edema bus beaches hain na. Chal main bhi chalta hun. Tum log function attend karna main masti karunga do din" He said. I had no option left but to nod my head in approval. Saro suddenly seemed happy now. I was getting a feeling something's wrong.
That night while pumping my wife's pink pussy i don’t know what got into me and i asked her-"So did you like John "Within a couple of seconds she had a huge orgasm and she just went to sleep not answering my question. I think i had got her answer though. And i didn’t want my wife to be felt up by guys in the crowded bus and there was also danger of things getting out of hand as there will be nothing more than grabbing and fondling and no one would dare to go beyond that in a public bus no matter how tempting the woman is. I lied to Saro that all seats were full in AC buses and there was no other option but to go by bus as its risky to go by car through the western Ghats.
She reluctantly agreed and asked me whether John is coming. I said yes and she seemed happy. I called up my cousin and told him we were coming and asked him to lie to Saro about his birthday party which had to be cancelled.
This was just to cover up my excuse about attending the function which had obviously failed as John was sticking to us. I deliberately planned that we would catch the bus as i knew the bus will be crowded enough till it reaches the stop from its source. As we reached the bus stop we found John already sitting there with his girlfriend Jabin.
I could smell his musky deo from a good distance. He was all smiles and so was my wife and Jabin. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and a Bermuda, I was in a t and jeans while Saro was in a burkha with red skirt inside the burkha with only 2 knots holding it in place and her t-shirt tucked way below her navel and wrapped tightly around her round, shapely bum which looked bigger than ever.
Her red lipstick made her look even hotter. I’m sure for John she looked like a high class whore who was ready for action. The bus arrived at 9:30 pm and was packed as per the plan. It was a 7 hour journey and since it was night time not many women were travelling maybe 16 or so who had occupied the seats.
My wife Saro had never travelled in a bus like this before but she wasn't complaining which surprised me and also made me happy. I had made up my mind that no matter what, I would not let John even close to her. We got into the bus and around 10 guys were standing with all the seats full.
Saro knew that she couldn't even reach the front portion of the bus through all these men and John said-"Bhabhi I think it'll be good if you sit here while I stand. All the men turned to have a good look at the beauty who had just entered the bus and some men who were standing between the seats changed their direction and stood facing my wife to have a good look.
Saro and Jabin were sitting and i stood before John to protect all the hungry-looking men trying to peep. After about 10 mins the bus started moving and took in more passengers at another stop before crossing the city limits. Saro was sitting in the corner seat leaning against the pole of the bus and I had to move as the bus become crowded.
John took my place and he was standing near the pole just next to Saros hand. The guy standing behind John was trying hard to move his left hand near to Saros boobs. Saro seem to mind as she was communicating to John to come and stand to her left which he did.
The guys face changed and he moved away. As soon as we crossed the city limits it was about 10:15 and nothing much had happened as yet except Jabin who was feeling John’s dick from her seat. His dick was standing stiff in his shorts and now I could see Saros eyes were glued to it. Then suddenly the lights went off and a zero watt blue light was the only source of light. I could only see dark outlines of everyone around me and was worried what John would be planning now.
The light from the occasional vehicle passing by from the other direction would give me a chance to see what’s happening. I noticed that John had taken his hand off the bar over his head and holding the pole for support just where Saro's boobs were touching the pole. By this time Jabin was asleep. I could only hear moans and whispers of my wife. I was acting like i was taking a nap by resting my head on my biceps.
Due to the rush all of us were just inches away from one another but when a car passed us i could see John was sticking to my wife like glue and his crotch was rubbing on her boobs. Saro was sitting sideways and she was sure no one could see anything going on between her and John as she had a bag on her lap. The couples in the seat opposite to us were watching them. The stage was set and my wife was acting indifferent to the advances made by John and was pretending to look out of the window over her right shoulder and was checking if I’m still asleep.
John realized it was time and took his left hand and placed it on the seat handle next to Saro such that he was now standing right opposite to my wife with his pole before her face. It was a cool night and i don’t know when i slipped into sleep but when i woke up it was 11:30 and i realized i had been asleep for almost half an hour. I dint move suddenly but continued to act asleep.
I was shocked when i saw Saro licking John’s dick and holding the bag above her thighs such that the people would think she was resting perfectly. Her huge melons and John's left hand was visible to me and his crotch buried between Saro tits. Saro's head was raised up with eyes closed and i think John's right hand, which was out of my view must have been playing with her right boob. It was an easy guess for me that John was enjoying my lovely wife like a whore in front of all these strangers.
I couldn't think of stopping them as my cock was stiff and i was enjoying this. Just when i thought this is as far it can go, Saro started to suck Johns Dick and Johns head raised his hands were behind Saros head and he was forcing her head to suck on his cock. This made me stiff. My wife was lost in her own world. Her boobs open and being fondled by John and she was sucking him. Luckily a bus stop arrived and John pulled his shorts and Saro pulled her t-shirt in front of her boobs like nothing had happened.
The guy sitting next to Jabin got down and I made a rush to sit next to Jabin. My wife set her t-shirt and skirt to hide all the work John had been doing on her body. As a gentleman I offered Jabin to sit next to Saro. Just then Jabin woke up and wanted to stand with John. "I think you are feeling sleepy so lie on my lap Saro. I wanted to push my cock in her face, I was so angry and excited to, I’m comfortable here!" Saro said in a low voice and just slumped into the seat.
Now John was pressing his dick behind Jabin’s ass. From where i sat i could see my wife tilting her head slightly to the right. I sat looking through the corner of my eyes John made my wife sit the other way and pushed his pole such that she was in a position where she could not see Jabins ass being rubbed by his dick.
My seat was in the fourth row and all the action was taking place just before me. I again acted asleep and as it was dark i could only guess the movements of my wife. I could see Saro's shiny hair even in the dark and i saw that she was tying it up into a ponytail. I thought this must be to give John better access to her boobs. I saw John lifting down her skirt in one hand and cupping her butt casually standing next to her. John untied the two knots of the bra and it was out.
I couldn't get a clear view of the happenings as Jabin was blocking my view. But I’m sure even her bra was taken off. John kissed Jabin on the lips for about 2 mins while pressing Saros boobs and ass. The lights from the passing vehicles made Saro's fair upper body shine for a second while John was exploring her. I had my dick out of my pants and took Saro's hand and placed it on my cock. She didn't show one bit of opposition. John was busy rubbing his cock all this while on Jabins bum, she took her right hand and placed in on his undies after opening his zip.
Jabin chuckled lightly as she struggled to get the monster out of the prison. Saro was now topless with only Jabins dupatta covering her milk pots and John hands were under the dupatta fondling her boobs. I slowly moved her pallu and my slut wife boobs were squeezed by John and now Jabin stood completely shocked unaware that Saro was getting her boobs pressed.
After about 10 mins of Jabin massaging Johns cocks, Jabin held Saro by her arms and placed her hand on John’s dick and prompted Saro that she wanted to sit on her knees. She promptly sat and both Saro and Jabin were staring right at John dick which was eager to be sucked. Saro began kissing the tip of the cock and licking the shaft along the length when John grew impatient and held her head by the ponytail and shoved his monster cock into her sweet mouth. It was almost 4 inches inside and he started pumping her mouth slowly. Saro had blown me only once so far but now she was sucking John’s cock like it was a lollypop. Jabin turned and started squeezing my cock.
I took out my throbbing cock. It wasn't long but thick and hard. Jabin was getting her revenge and I was also getting mine. Jabin guided Saro's hand to my dick but Saro went back servicing Johns cock. John had the lion's share in this blowjob action and John was rubbing his cock all over my wife face's. Saro's attention went directly for Johns hanging balls which were really huge. She took one ball at a time into her mouth as John closed his eyes out of ecstasy. John went first filling my wife's mouth with his seed.
She must have swallowed it all as i didn't see a single drop fall out. I took my cock out of Jabins hand and spilled my semen all over Jabins lovely face. Saro tasted my seed greedily by wiping it with her finger and offering her finger to Jabin. I now stood up before Saro and throat-fucked her for a few moments. My body stiffened and i knew the bomb had exploded. I could imagine how Johns cock must have felt as Jabin was sucking me. She was an expert, but my wife was slutty enough to do better than that. John sat down and he removed his shots to his knee. Saro was lifting her Skirt and sat on Johns lap and it looked like she wanted every single drop of this man juice.
The semen flowed down through the sides of sear. Johns monster kept giving her more and more. It was almost 1:30 now and we all 4 seemed exhausted. Saro and Jabin were made to stand up by me. We took turns sucking their milk tanks one by one and sometimes two at once. We were quite enough to not let other people know how our whores were being used. Saro was closing her eyes and massaging her cunt. John whispered something to Jabin and she nodded. John slowly started pulling the skirt up until it came up to the waist and Jabin immediately stood behind her and started fingering her wet pussy lips and I stood behind Jabin.
I thought my wife was going to ask Jabin to stop. I was worried more or less helpless and horny. After Jabin’s playing with Saro pink pussy lips for a while pulled her panties down to her knees and asked me to sit down and suck her beautiful treasure. I was licking and fingering Saro cunt which tasted of Johns semen. While John was caressing Saro’s asshole. Saro's face was buried right next to me inside Jabins pussy. I ejaculated seeing my shy wife licking Jabins pussy and her asshole being rammed by John.
John cock was massive. I thought my wife who after being fucked by this bull will feel my dick as no match. Just as he was trying to turn Saro's pussy towards him by holding her waist, the bus started slowing down and we put our weapons back in the pants. I helped my wife dress up. I saw many people starring at us.
John pressed her boobs and the lights were on again and everyone were starring at my wife whose bright red lipstick was gone and her straight long hair was all messed up. She seemed to have enjoyed the night and felt no shame that the couple were pointing at her and talking. I called Saro to sit beside me and John took the seat next to her with Jabin on his lap. I didn't ask her about why she left John touch her boobs even after the light was on. I knew it was of no use.
She would make up some lame story. There was 3 more hours of journey left and the lights went off again. John smooched her a dozen times during the whole journey as i had had enough and went to sleep for real this time. When i woke up to Saro's voice, i observed there was semen stains on her T-shirt which meant she had been tit fucked by John again while sitting next to me. What a bitch!!We got down at Bangalore and headed to my cousin's house while i reminded John about his plans.
He made a sad face and bid us goodbye and said he'll meet us in Bangalore. I was kind of sad that my fantasy had encouraged my wife to be a slut but I was happy and i couldn't blame anyone for all that was happening. Well after this incident John used to come to our apartment mostly with Jabin and i knew Saro was sleeping with him and she was his bitch now.
Once when i was out of town for 3 days, our watchman informed me on my return that John had visited my home all three days with Jabin and had one day of function. I even found a new magal sutra in her bag. I had asked watchman to keep an eye on Saro as she would be alone but John and Jabin kept her company all along. I was shocked to hear that John was telling all his friends that Jabin was his first wife and Saro was his second wife. This continued for about 1 year. When John got married to Jabin, i felt a relief after a long time. Now whenever John comes to meet "ME”, i try my best to revenge him by touching Jabin and talking. I want to keep him away from my home but i know my wife still dreams to get fucked by his cock.
While we were in college I fucked Saro’s friend Khaniz and she also knew that I was a sex god and many of her friends have confided to her about me. I had college-days' fantasies of watching my wife with other men (preferably someone whom she likes) I was looking out for opportunities to put my wife in a situation where her slutty side would be exposed. This incident happened in August 2002 just two months after our honeymoon.
After coming back from our honeymoon I observed a lot of changes in Saro. The woman who never wore anything other than salwar kameez with shawl covering her huge melons was now comfortable wearing transparent night dress and transparent sari around the house which showed almost her inner wear. The fact that Saro’s own home was almost 15 kms away at the other end of the city didn't help either. Even while wearing burkha her fleshy ass would rock sideways.
Anyway the place I work had Sapna and Bobby who had boyfriends, but I fucked them both. Both ladies did not reveal to each other and my relationship continued with them until college. I came from Bangalore settled at my desk; I got a call from an unknown number. I received it and the voice at the other end said-"How are you Samir?" I dint recognize the voice but knew it was someone very close to me as only my closest friends used to call me by that name in college. I tried hard but gave in at last. "Sorry but who is this?" He said-"Kya yaar John ko bhul gaya?" That rang a bell! "John? Tu?" It was John a good friend.
We used to call him "Romeo" as he was very smooth with the girls and was famous for having most number of girlfriends during our years of college. John was tall with a muscular body and a sweet tongue. He could talk anyone into anything. Because of this quality he scored many chicks and also because he had a 9 inch monster in his pants. He fucked Mohbeen one day where there was a birthday party at Stan’s house, but unfortunately Jabin and Khaniz saw them fucking and the news circulated to all the girls. Khaniz my wife’s friend had confided this to my wife Saro during college days. John was a common friend to all of us.
Me and Saro, Stan and Jabin, Khaniz and Rahim, and Mohbeen. He was the favorite for all the girls. He was Mohbeens lover. He was never shy of roaming in his jockeys before us all when all the girls would join us for a theme park date. Rest of the guys would wear shorts as all of us were shy in compared to the size with him. Actually he was proud to be the owner of such a huge dick. I told him to meet me at 6 pm at the bar, someone patted on my back and as I turned "Mere yaar Samir kaisa hai tu?"
He just lifted my 80 kilo body like it was nothing. He hadn't changed much except he had put on some weight and his muscles were stronger than ever. "Niche uter de bhai" I said and he thanked me for inviting him for lunch the coming week. "Thik hai waise bhabhi se bhi mil lunga he winked at me.
Frankly even during college days I was jealous of him as he used to fuck girls for free while I used to spend money on getting prostitutes to have fun. I fucked 250 prostitutes and 25 normal women for one time sex by taking them to my house, disco, or hotel. Some women friends of mine used to drink, so we would mix stuff in the Pepsi and have a great fuck. I used to lose my interest in that woman very quickly and jump on the next.
After inviting John to dinner I asked where he's staying and what had happened to his affair with Mohbeen, he said that Mohbeen had left him and Jabin had left Stanley and now John and Jobin were engaged. I bid him goodbye and went home. Saru was in the bedroom. She was staring at the TV when I entered the room and as if shocked she just closed the TV and went to kitchen. I dint know why she was shocked and didn’t give it much thought. Just changed into my T-shirt and night pants and went to the drawing room to rest. Couple of minutes later I got a call from John and he asked when should he come for dinner.
I had totally forgotten about it so i said come by 10 pm. I called Saru and told her John will join us for dinner tonight. She seemed curious and began enquiring about him. I just told her everything and went back to watching TV. "Is he the one who got caught by Khaniz and Jabin on Stan’s b’day while humping Mohbeen basked Saro? Saro and me did not attend that day, but I was shocked to hear the news as she had not forgotten after so many years. I heard her voice from the kitchen. "Dad never used to allow any boys in the house "Saro said.”What? Why?" I asked. "Well you know boys see girls with lustful eyes!
She tried to explain. "What do you mean?” "Never mind i didn’t mean i have a problem with your friend coming here. It was 10 pm. Door bell rang and i received John and led him to the drawing room. "Bhabhi kahan hai bhai? He asked." Saro our guest is here" I shouted. My wife came out of the bathroom where she was from the past one hour or so and to my surprise she was wearing a transparent black Sari of silk which hugged her awesome body and the shape of her assets were clearly visible.
Her blouse had a deep cut in the front (which was not usual for her. She wore this blouse only now) but now she was showing her sexy cleavage with a necklace dangling between those hills and that to in front of John, who had his eyes fixed on her boobs even as she said salaam.
She liked and just stood there right in front of him a little bent offering coffee. Standing behind her I could imagine the view he was enjoying and after an awkward ten seconds or so he got up and said Saro's I will serve myself don’t bother about serving. Saro served some biscuits and John said it was enough and Saro offered some more but John hesitated in between this both were holding their hands, Saro pulling his hand and placing some biscuit, while John again placed it in her hands.
This was going on for 10 minutes and I felt so awkward. John wasn't the handsomest of guys but he had a smile which made women weak in the knees and it was working on my wife too i felt. Suddenly John’s face lit up with bliss and he started chatting with Saro and i didn’t sense any inhibition in my wife who was kept away from boys all her life.
She sat at the chair next to the sofa leaning towards John and he moved to the corner of the sofa barely a feet from her and occasionally feasting on the cleavage her firm boobs were making. After they had chatted Saro went to cook and we opened a bottle of rum and for almost 2 hours finished the drink. While drinking Saro used to come to the room and almost ignoring my presence kept staring John.
I called Saro into the kitchen and asked her to set up the dining table fast. She seemed a bit angry as I may have disturbed them talking, but didn’t show it on her face. "You were right Samir John is a nice guy and he's so funny!”I dint think he was funny and although i fantasized about my wife with other men.
John was not one of them. He was an animal who treated women like whores and I didn’t want my lovely wife to be treated like that. "Don’t get too friendly with John "i said rather seriously.”Oh come on! He was so good to me and most of all he talks respectfully even my friends have liked him. ”She said with dreamy eyes.”And you believe him?" i asked with a wink although i knew my wife was really struck here.
As we sat for dinner, John said-"Samir kahin paas me koi ghar hai to batana yaar. tere ghar ke paas rahunga to naye shahar me Sahara mil jayega aur bhabhi se bhi roz milne ka mauka milega! he said winking at Saru and she just smiled in return."Are is area me mushkil hai bhai mujhe nahin lagta yahan tujhe koi ghar milega!"i just wanted to get him as far away as possible from my shy wife. Then Saro said Aap toh busy rehte ho main pata lagaungi John ki koi ghar hai ya. "She said eagerly and i just kept quite."Thanks bhabhi dekh devar ka kitna khayal rakhti hai he said and i just shrugged my shoulders showing that i wasn't very interested in this conversation.
Suddenly he said-"Samir is weekend pe hum kahin bahar jayangee?Waise bhi treat deni hai tujhe aur bhabhi ko mera engagement ho gaya hey. Bangalore me tho bahut saare pub honge...kya bolta hai?"I just wasn't ready for this sudden invitation. I thought real fast and said-"Sorry yaar hum log friday hi Hyderabad ja rahe hain...cousin ke ghar pe function hai."It was Independence Day and 2 more days of holiday so my excuse sounded valid enough."Par tumne toh kuch bataya nahi is baare me?"My innocent wife interrupted. "Sorry yaar bhul gaya tha friday jana hai aur sunday ki raat ko lautenge."Saro seemed a bit sad by hearing this. "Main toh akela pad jaunga yahan pedal edema bus beaches hain na. Chal main bhi chalta hun. Tum log function attend karna main masti karunga do din" He said. I had no option left but to nod my head in approval. Saro suddenly seemed happy now. I was getting a feeling something's wrong.
That night while pumping my wife's pink pussy i don’t know what got into me and i asked her-"So did you like John "Within a couple of seconds she had a huge orgasm and she just went to sleep not answering my question. I think i had got her answer though. And i didn’t want my wife to be felt up by guys in the crowded bus and there was also danger of things getting out of hand as there will be nothing more than grabbing and fondling and no one would dare to go beyond that in a public bus no matter how tempting the woman is. I lied to Saro that all seats were full in AC buses and there was no other option but to go by bus as its risky to go by car through the western Ghats.
She reluctantly agreed and asked me whether John is coming. I said yes and she seemed happy. I called up my cousin and told him we were coming and asked him to lie to Saro about his birthday party which had to be cancelled.
This was just to cover up my excuse about attending the function which had obviously failed as John was sticking to us. I deliberately planned that we would catch the bus as i knew the bus will be crowded enough till it reaches the stop from its source. As we reached the bus stop we found John already sitting there with his girlfriend Jabin.
I could smell his musky deo from a good distance. He was all smiles and so was my wife and Jabin. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and a Bermuda, I was in a t and jeans while Saro was in a burkha with red skirt inside the burkha with only 2 knots holding it in place and her t-shirt tucked way below her navel and wrapped tightly around her round, shapely bum which looked bigger than ever.
Her red lipstick made her look even hotter. I’m sure for John she looked like a high class whore who was ready for action. The bus arrived at 9:30 pm and was packed as per the plan. It was a 7 hour journey and since it was night time not many women were travelling maybe 16 or so who had occupied the seats.
My wife Saro had never travelled in a bus like this before but she wasn't complaining which surprised me and also made me happy. I had made up my mind that no matter what, I would not let John even close to her. We got into the bus and around 10 guys were standing with all the seats full.
Saro knew that she couldn't even reach the front portion of the bus through all these men and John said-"Bhabhi I think it'll be good if you sit here while I stand. All the men turned to have a good look at the beauty who had just entered the bus and some men who were standing between the seats changed their direction and stood facing my wife to have a good look.
Saro and Jabin were sitting and i stood before John to protect all the hungry-looking men trying to peep. After about 10 mins the bus started moving and took in more passengers at another stop before crossing the city limits. Saro was sitting in the corner seat leaning against the pole of the bus and I had to move as the bus become crowded.
John took my place and he was standing near the pole just next to Saros hand. The guy standing behind John was trying hard to move his left hand near to Saros boobs. Saro seem to mind as she was communicating to John to come and stand to her left which he did.
The guys face changed and he moved away. As soon as we crossed the city limits it was about 10:15 and nothing much had happened as yet except Jabin who was feeling John’s dick from her seat. His dick was standing stiff in his shorts and now I could see Saros eyes were glued to it. Then suddenly the lights went off and a zero watt blue light was the only source of light. I could only see dark outlines of everyone around me and was worried what John would be planning now.
The light from the occasional vehicle passing by from the other direction would give me a chance to see what’s happening. I noticed that John had taken his hand off the bar over his head and holding the pole for support just where Saro's boobs were touching the pole. By this time Jabin was asleep. I could only hear moans and whispers of my wife. I was acting like i was taking a nap by resting my head on my biceps.
Due to the rush all of us were just inches away from one another but when a car passed us i could see John was sticking to my wife like glue and his crotch was rubbing on her boobs. Saro was sitting sideways and she was sure no one could see anything going on between her and John as she had a bag on her lap. The couples in the seat opposite to us were watching them. The stage was set and my wife was acting indifferent to the advances made by John and was pretending to look out of the window over her right shoulder and was checking if I’m still asleep.
John realized it was time and took his left hand and placed it on the seat handle next to Saro such that he was now standing right opposite to my wife with his pole before her face. It was a cool night and i don’t know when i slipped into sleep but when i woke up it was 11:30 and i realized i had been asleep for almost half an hour. I dint move suddenly but continued to act asleep.
I was shocked when i saw Saro licking John’s dick and holding the bag above her thighs such that the people would think she was resting perfectly. Her huge melons and John's left hand was visible to me and his crotch buried between Saro tits. Saro's head was raised up with eyes closed and i think John's right hand, which was out of my view must have been playing with her right boob. It was an easy guess for me that John was enjoying my lovely wife like a whore in front of all these strangers.
I couldn't think of stopping them as my cock was stiff and i was enjoying this. Just when i thought this is as far it can go, Saro started to suck Johns Dick and Johns head raised his hands were behind Saros head and he was forcing her head to suck on his cock. This made me stiff. My wife was lost in her own world. Her boobs open and being fondled by John and she was sucking him. Luckily a bus stop arrived and John pulled his shorts and Saro pulled her t-shirt in front of her boobs like nothing had happened.
The guy sitting next to Jabin got down and I made a rush to sit next to Jabin. My wife set her t-shirt and skirt to hide all the work John had been doing on her body. As a gentleman I offered Jabin to sit next to Saro. Just then Jabin woke up and wanted to stand with John. "I think you are feeling sleepy so lie on my lap Saro. I wanted to push my cock in her face, I was so angry and excited to, I’m comfortable here!" Saro said in a low voice and just slumped into the seat.
Now John was pressing his dick behind Jabin’s ass. From where i sat i could see my wife tilting her head slightly to the right. I sat looking through the corner of my eyes John made my wife sit the other way and pushed his pole such that she was in a position where she could not see Jabins ass being rubbed by his dick.
My seat was in the fourth row and all the action was taking place just before me. I again acted asleep and as it was dark i could only guess the movements of my wife. I could see Saro's shiny hair even in the dark and i saw that she was tying it up into a ponytail. I thought this must be to give John better access to her boobs. I saw John lifting down her skirt in one hand and cupping her butt casually standing next to her. John untied the two knots of the bra and it was out.
I couldn't get a clear view of the happenings as Jabin was blocking my view. But I’m sure even her bra was taken off. John kissed Jabin on the lips for about 2 mins while pressing Saros boobs and ass. The lights from the passing vehicles made Saro's fair upper body shine for a second while John was exploring her. I had my dick out of my pants and took Saro's hand and placed it on my cock. She didn't show one bit of opposition. John was busy rubbing his cock all this while on Jabins bum, she took her right hand and placed in on his undies after opening his zip.
Jabin chuckled lightly as she struggled to get the monster out of the prison. Saro was now topless with only Jabins dupatta covering her milk pots and John hands were under the dupatta fondling her boobs. I slowly moved her pallu and my slut wife boobs were squeezed by John and now Jabin stood completely shocked unaware that Saro was getting her boobs pressed.
After about 10 mins of Jabin massaging Johns cocks, Jabin held Saro by her arms and placed her hand on John’s dick and prompted Saro that she wanted to sit on her knees. She promptly sat and both Saro and Jabin were staring right at John dick which was eager to be sucked. Saro began kissing the tip of the cock and licking the shaft along the length when John grew impatient and held her head by the ponytail and shoved his monster cock into her sweet mouth. It was almost 4 inches inside and he started pumping her mouth slowly. Saro had blown me only once so far but now she was sucking John’s cock like it was a lollypop. Jabin turned and started squeezing my cock.
I took out my throbbing cock. It wasn't long but thick and hard. Jabin was getting her revenge and I was also getting mine. Jabin guided Saro's hand to my dick but Saro went back servicing Johns cock. John had the lion's share in this blowjob action and John was rubbing his cock all over my wife face's. Saro's attention went directly for Johns hanging balls which were really huge. She took one ball at a time into her mouth as John closed his eyes out of ecstasy. John went first filling my wife's mouth with his seed.
She must have swallowed it all as i didn't see a single drop fall out. I took my cock out of Jabins hand and spilled my semen all over Jabins lovely face. Saro tasted my seed greedily by wiping it with her finger and offering her finger to Jabin. I now stood up before Saro and throat-fucked her for a few moments. My body stiffened and i knew the bomb had exploded. I could imagine how Johns cock must have felt as Jabin was sucking me. She was an expert, but my wife was slutty enough to do better than that. John sat down and he removed his shots to his knee. Saro was lifting her Skirt and sat on Johns lap and it looked like she wanted every single drop of this man juice.
The semen flowed down through the sides of sear. Johns monster kept giving her more and more. It was almost 1:30 now and we all 4 seemed exhausted. Saro and Jabin were made to stand up by me. We took turns sucking their milk tanks one by one and sometimes two at once. We were quite enough to not let other people know how our whores were being used. Saro was closing her eyes and massaging her cunt. John whispered something to Jabin and she nodded. John slowly started pulling the skirt up until it came up to the waist and Jabin immediately stood behind her and started fingering her wet pussy lips and I stood behind Jabin.
I thought my wife was going to ask Jabin to stop. I was worried more or less helpless and horny. After Jabin’s playing with Saro pink pussy lips for a while pulled her panties down to her knees and asked me to sit down and suck her beautiful treasure. I was licking and fingering Saro cunt which tasted of Johns semen. While John was caressing Saro’s asshole. Saro's face was buried right next to me inside Jabins pussy. I ejaculated seeing my shy wife licking Jabins pussy and her asshole being rammed by John.
John cock was massive. I thought my wife who after being fucked by this bull will feel my dick as no match. Just as he was trying to turn Saro's pussy towards him by holding her waist, the bus started slowing down and we put our weapons back in the pants. I helped my wife dress up. I saw many people starring at us.
John pressed her boobs and the lights were on again and everyone were starring at my wife whose bright red lipstick was gone and her straight long hair was all messed up. She seemed to have enjoyed the night and felt no shame that the couple were pointing at her and talking. I called Saro to sit beside me and John took the seat next to her with Jabin on his lap. I didn't ask her about why she left John touch her boobs even after the light was on. I knew it was of no use.
She would make up some lame story. There was 3 more hours of journey left and the lights went off again. John smooched her a dozen times during the whole journey as i had had enough and went to sleep for real this time. When i woke up to Saro's voice, i observed there was semen stains on her T-shirt which meant she had been tit fucked by John again while sitting next to me. What a bitch!!We got down at Bangalore and headed to my cousin's house while i reminded John about his plans.
He made a sad face and bid us goodbye and said he'll meet us in Bangalore. I was kind of sad that my fantasy had encouraged my wife to be a slut but I was happy and i couldn't blame anyone for all that was happening. Well after this incident John used to come to our apartment mostly with Jabin and i knew Saro was sleeping with him and she was his bitch now.
Once when i was out of town for 3 days, our watchman informed me on my return that John had visited my home all three days with Jabin and had one day of function. I even found a new magal sutra in her bag. I had asked watchman to keep an eye on Saro as she would be alone but John and Jabin kept her company all along. I was shocked to hear that John was telling all his friends that Jabin was his first wife and Saro was his second wife. This continued for about 1 year. When John got married to Jabin, i felt a relief after a long time. Now whenever John comes to meet "ME”, i try my best to revenge him by touching Jabin and talking. I want to keep him away from my home but i know my wife still dreams to get fucked by his cock.
Subhash fucking hot neighbour Mrs Sarkar
Dear friends, I am Subhash, 26 year old fun loving man from Kolkata. Last year, I went to neighbouring town to spend my Christmas vacation with my friend cum cousin sister. Both of us are very friendly and luckily my Jamai babu is also very sporting and we get along quite well. He works with a public sector company there.
The evening I reached there, I met their neighbour Mr Sarkar and his hot wife. She was wearing knee length sleeveless frock and quite stylishly carried her leather jacket in her arms. Mrs. Sarkar, I would say possessed everything a man would ask for and needless to say I was completely infatuated by her charms. I was introduced by my cousin and soon we all went to their club.
There my jamai babu asked for drinks and Mrs. Sarkar (in bangla) asked her husband to be in limits. Gradually, I also started chatting with her. I boasted that I never get drunk, no matter how much I drink. To this Mr. Sarkar also boasted and jokingly I said that I am still better.
I, next day admitted to my cousin that Mrs. Sarkar is a bombshell and I am deeply infatuated. She laughed and said you say the same for every second girl you meet and let me tell you she is married. I jokingly said so what, thats better you know and laughed and said kaam mera naam tera. She laughed and said subhash, you are so mean.
I acted as if I am a philospher and said if you consume few glasses from a ocean nothing happens to it and she is a ocean to me. We were joking like this when Mrs. Sarkar came, this time wearing a jeans and heard us laughing. When she inquired about the joke my cousin looked at me and asked should I tell her. I bowed my head and said ofcourse.
My cousin laughed and called me behaya (means person with no shame) and told jokingly to Mrs. Sarkar that I say that I appreciate her beauty and had I met her before marriage I would have proposed. She also laughed and said Subhash , I am sure you will get better girls than me. I again bowed my head and said bowdi, but I don't want a better girl.
Both the ladies laughed and I kept on flirting with her. I showered compliments after compliments till she blushed and said its enough. The result of afternoon happening was visible and she behaved quite friendly with me when we again went to club(it is the only place to go ). Apparently she must have told Mr. Sarkar about my witty nature and even my bad jokes drew lot of appreciation from all of them.
I persuaded my cousin to allow me to take a chance with Mrs. Sarkar. She got irritated and said subhash, don't do anything that will ruin our relationship. I promised her that and went to Mrs Sarkar home. She welcomed me and I again started to compliment her. This time, after a while she hit me hard with her words. Mrs. Sarkar said Subhash, why are you doing all this.
I said I have developed a liking for you. She then asked for what. I paused and said I know what you want from me and I don't blame you for that because everybody wants this and think that I am a whore. She then hissed now if I wear a frock, or a mini skirt does that make me a whore. I quickly interrupted I don't think so bowdi.
The discussion continued and she banged me and my guts then said o.k, then I would allow you to do anything you wish with me but in presence of my husband. My jaw dropped and as a face saving gesture I said bowdi, I did'nt want to hurt you and deeply regret to have offended you with my compliments. I sighed and said do you do this to every man who dares to compliment you.
She laughed and said no, its just that Ruchi ( my cousin) is a very good friend of mine and she asked me to teach you a lesson and to bring you back to senses'. I cursed Ruchi and heaving a sigh of relief said by god, I felt as if I am blott to mankind and laughed.
She served me tea and I shamelessly again fiddled into troubled waters saying atleast, I am not going with empty hands, you have permitted me to do anything with you in presence of Joydeep da(her husband). She took this lightly and laughed and said o.k, I will. I said not fair bowdi, odds are so high, almost cent percent.
She had a hearty laugh and said thats why the reward is as per your wish. I came back only when Ruchi called me for lunch. It was a gone case and I had no hope of laying her till opportunity presented on 31 dec. Actually, we all were in club and were having gala time. My cousin wanted to return back and I wanted to stay in club for some more time.
Joydeep da offered to drop me which I agreed. We stayed back upto 12 and shook hands with Mrs. Sarkar in Joydeep's presence. On our drive back, I said that after so many years I am sober because neither Joydeep nor Jamai babu gave me company. Joydeep said he has a bottle and we can have some more back at home. Mrs. Sarkar protested to which I said now common bowdi, even if we get drunk it will at home only.
On reaching their house, we started. In absence of Mrs. Sarkar I provoked Joydeep to prove that he is a better boozer than me and by the time she changed and returned back to living room, Joydeep had gulped down 3 pegs and the fourth was in his hands. After about half hour I felt his eyes wavering and subtly provoked him by saying so is that all.
He finished his fourth and amidst protests of Mrs. Sarkar, he incoherently said you don't understand, it is my prestige now and drank another peg. I kept quiet as Joydeep was very incoherent and to please him I loose you win and stood up.
He tried to stand but failed. I grabbed him and said allow me to take you to bedroom. I somewhat dragged him and put him on bed. He almost immediately blanked out. I shook him to check but he was snoring. Mrs. Sarkar was at other side of bed staring at me intently.
I returned her gaze and she asked you did it intentionally. I walked towards her and said you called for it bowdi, not my fault. She was annoyed and said thats not fair. I had reached her, held her waist from over her nightie and pulled her towards me and said did'nt you hear, everything is fair in love and war.
She did'nt try to push me as I bent my neck and was inches away from her lips when she said but it is cheating. I brushed my lips over her and whispered cheating or no cheating, but you are worth to die for and kissed her lips. She jerked her head sideways and said am I so desirable to you. My hands now held her ass and squeezed it gently and I replied, you sure are.
This time, I waited for few moments and then licked her lips and in return she thrusting her tongue out said then go ahead and make it pleasurable journey for me and let me live my fantasy of being fucked with husband one one side. Our tongues met and we sucked each others tongue for quite some time. Just then my mobile rang. It was from Ruchi who asked me when I will be back.
I asked her about jamai babu and she said he is sleeping and she is waiting for me. I told her to keep back door open and to go to sleep as I am with her friend and switched off my mobile. We were standing and as I kissed her she started to undress me. She expertly removed my jacket, shirt and made my top half bare.
She then pushed me on bed and unbuttoned her nightie but did'nt remove it. Her boobs were partially visible to me as she one by one removed my dress and made me nude. By the time she was removing my jockey, I had a hard on. She lovingly stroked it two three times and came on top of me and whispered into my ears so here is your reward, get it.
My hands cupped her boobs and gently played with her nipples as she rubbed her pussy over my hard pennis. I felt her velvety pussy as she kept on rubbing it. Then she thrust her boobs in front of my face and just as I tried to lick it she withdrew and said what do you want, ummmm. I whispered I want to suck your nipples'. She increased the pace of her rubbing and said then beg.
I begged and she gave me one of her nipples. She allowed me to suck for a while, then she came beside me and whispered subhash, make me beg for it, make me so hot ummmmm subhashhhhhh ( I was sucking her nipples and fingering her ) oooohhh dear, I have been fantacising about thisssss, aaaahhhhh, don't biteeee meeeee loveeee ummmm me.
She had beautiful curves and had almost right amount of flab around crucial areas like navel, waist which made her all the more sexy and I was sucking her navel taking a bit of flab between my teeths and eating her.
Mrs. Sarkar, kept on pushing my head gently guiding me to the place where she wanted to be eaten. She had cleanshaved pussy and I licked her. She whimpered and said oooohhhhhh don't do ittt I will go mad but acted contrarily by thrusting her pelvic into my face. I sucked her pussy with my hands playing with her ass and nipples.
She kept on moaning and whenever there was silence Joydeep's steady snoring could be heard. She took my hands from over her nipples and started sucking my fingers and licked my palm.
She then stopped me and said she wants to have orgasm the natural way, she asked me to enter her. She was wet down there and I lay beside her and said first lick my pennis. She rode me and started licking my tool while I fingered her furiously. She was oozing out juices and wanted a thick pennis and finger did'nt suffice her needs.
She reversed her position and licked my nipples and said pls subhash do it. I came on top of her and did what was required. Gently at first, angling my pennis to provide maximum rubbing with her internal walls. Soon she started demanding subhash, fast ummmmm fast ufffff I am cumminggggg aaaaahhhhh and her whole body tensed up and I increased me pace and we came almost simultaneously.
After that I again fucked her doggy style and in wee hours returned back to my cousin's place. I stayed there for another two days, and fucked her at my cousin's place. My cousin did'nt object and said it was case of two consenting adults. I hope you liked it.
The evening I reached there, I met their neighbour Mr Sarkar and his hot wife. She was wearing knee length sleeveless frock and quite stylishly carried her leather jacket in her arms. Mrs. Sarkar, I would say possessed everything a man would ask for and needless to say I was completely infatuated by her charms. I was introduced by my cousin and soon we all went to their club.
There my jamai babu asked for drinks and Mrs. Sarkar (in bangla) asked her husband to be in limits. Gradually, I also started chatting with her. I boasted that I never get drunk, no matter how much I drink. To this Mr. Sarkar also boasted and jokingly I said that I am still better.
I, next day admitted to my cousin that Mrs. Sarkar is a bombshell and I am deeply infatuated. She laughed and said you say the same for every second girl you meet and let me tell you she is married. I jokingly said so what, thats better you know and laughed and said kaam mera naam tera. She laughed and said subhash, you are so mean.
I acted as if I am a philospher and said if you consume few glasses from a ocean nothing happens to it and she is a ocean to me. We were joking like this when Mrs. Sarkar came, this time wearing a jeans and heard us laughing. When she inquired about the joke my cousin looked at me and asked should I tell her. I bowed my head and said ofcourse.
My cousin laughed and called me behaya (means person with no shame) and told jokingly to Mrs. Sarkar that I say that I appreciate her beauty and had I met her before marriage I would have proposed. She also laughed and said Subhash , I am sure you will get better girls than me. I again bowed my head and said bowdi, but I don't want a better girl.
Both the ladies laughed and I kept on flirting with her. I showered compliments after compliments till she blushed and said its enough. The result of afternoon happening was visible and she behaved quite friendly with me when we again went to club(it is the only place to go ). Apparently she must have told Mr. Sarkar about my witty nature and even my bad jokes drew lot of appreciation from all of them.
I persuaded my cousin to allow me to take a chance with Mrs. Sarkar. She got irritated and said subhash, don't do anything that will ruin our relationship. I promised her that and went to Mrs Sarkar home. She welcomed me and I again started to compliment her. This time, after a while she hit me hard with her words. Mrs. Sarkar said Subhash, why are you doing all this.
I said I have developed a liking for you. She then asked for what. I paused and said I know what you want from me and I don't blame you for that because everybody wants this and think that I am a whore. She then hissed now if I wear a frock, or a mini skirt does that make me a whore. I quickly interrupted I don't think so bowdi.
The discussion continued and she banged me and my guts then said o.k, then I would allow you to do anything you wish with me but in presence of my husband. My jaw dropped and as a face saving gesture I said bowdi, I did'nt want to hurt you and deeply regret to have offended you with my compliments. I sighed and said do you do this to every man who dares to compliment you.
She laughed and said no, its just that Ruchi ( my cousin) is a very good friend of mine and she asked me to teach you a lesson and to bring you back to senses'. I cursed Ruchi and heaving a sigh of relief said by god, I felt as if I am blott to mankind and laughed.
She served me tea and I shamelessly again fiddled into troubled waters saying atleast, I am not going with empty hands, you have permitted me to do anything with you in presence of Joydeep da(her husband). She took this lightly and laughed and said o.k, I will. I said not fair bowdi, odds are so high, almost cent percent.
She had a hearty laugh and said thats why the reward is as per your wish. I came back only when Ruchi called me for lunch. It was a gone case and I had no hope of laying her till opportunity presented on 31 dec. Actually, we all were in club and were having gala time. My cousin wanted to return back and I wanted to stay in club for some more time.
Joydeep da offered to drop me which I agreed. We stayed back upto 12 and shook hands with Mrs. Sarkar in Joydeep's presence. On our drive back, I said that after so many years I am sober because neither Joydeep nor Jamai babu gave me company. Joydeep said he has a bottle and we can have some more back at home. Mrs. Sarkar protested to which I said now common bowdi, even if we get drunk it will at home only.
On reaching their house, we started. In absence of Mrs. Sarkar I provoked Joydeep to prove that he is a better boozer than me and by the time she changed and returned back to living room, Joydeep had gulped down 3 pegs and the fourth was in his hands. After about half hour I felt his eyes wavering and subtly provoked him by saying so is that all.
He finished his fourth and amidst protests of Mrs. Sarkar, he incoherently said you don't understand, it is my prestige now and drank another peg. I kept quiet as Joydeep was very incoherent and to please him I loose you win and stood up.
He tried to stand but failed. I grabbed him and said allow me to take you to bedroom. I somewhat dragged him and put him on bed. He almost immediately blanked out. I shook him to check but he was snoring. Mrs. Sarkar was at other side of bed staring at me intently.
I returned her gaze and she asked you did it intentionally. I walked towards her and said you called for it bowdi, not my fault. She was annoyed and said thats not fair. I had reached her, held her waist from over her nightie and pulled her towards me and said did'nt you hear, everything is fair in love and war.
She did'nt try to push me as I bent my neck and was inches away from her lips when she said but it is cheating. I brushed my lips over her and whispered cheating or no cheating, but you are worth to die for and kissed her lips. She jerked her head sideways and said am I so desirable to you. My hands now held her ass and squeezed it gently and I replied, you sure are.
This time, I waited for few moments and then licked her lips and in return she thrusting her tongue out said then go ahead and make it pleasurable journey for me and let me live my fantasy of being fucked with husband one one side. Our tongues met and we sucked each others tongue for quite some time. Just then my mobile rang. It was from Ruchi who asked me when I will be back.
I asked her about jamai babu and she said he is sleeping and she is waiting for me. I told her to keep back door open and to go to sleep as I am with her friend and switched off my mobile. We were standing and as I kissed her she started to undress me. She expertly removed my jacket, shirt and made my top half bare.
She then pushed me on bed and unbuttoned her nightie but did'nt remove it. Her boobs were partially visible to me as she one by one removed my dress and made me nude. By the time she was removing my jockey, I had a hard on. She lovingly stroked it two three times and came on top of me and whispered into my ears so here is your reward, get it.
My hands cupped her boobs and gently played with her nipples as she rubbed her pussy over my hard pennis. I felt her velvety pussy as she kept on rubbing it. Then she thrust her boobs in front of my face and just as I tried to lick it she withdrew and said what do you want, ummmm. I whispered I want to suck your nipples'. She increased the pace of her rubbing and said then beg.
I begged and she gave me one of her nipples. She allowed me to suck for a while, then she came beside me and whispered subhash, make me beg for it, make me so hot ummmmm subhashhhhhh ( I was sucking her nipples and fingering her ) oooohhh dear, I have been fantacising about thisssss, aaaahhhhh, don't biteeee meeeee loveeee ummmm me.
She had beautiful curves and had almost right amount of flab around crucial areas like navel, waist which made her all the more sexy and I was sucking her navel taking a bit of flab between my teeths and eating her.
Mrs. Sarkar, kept on pushing my head gently guiding me to the place where she wanted to be eaten. She had cleanshaved pussy and I licked her. She whimpered and said oooohhhhhh don't do ittt I will go mad but acted contrarily by thrusting her pelvic into my face. I sucked her pussy with my hands playing with her ass and nipples.
She kept on moaning and whenever there was silence Joydeep's steady snoring could be heard. She took my hands from over her nipples and started sucking my fingers and licked my palm.
She then stopped me and said she wants to have orgasm the natural way, she asked me to enter her. She was wet down there and I lay beside her and said first lick my pennis. She rode me and started licking my tool while I fingered her furiously. She was oozing out juices and wanted a thick pennis and finger did'nt suffice her needs.
She reversed her position and licked my nipples and said pls subhash do it. I came on top of her and did what was required. Gently at first, angling my pennis to provide maximum rubbing with her internal walls. Soon she started demanding subhash, fast ummmmm fast ufffff I am cumminggggg aaaaahhhhh and her whole body tensed up and I increased me pace and we came almost simultaneously.
After that I again fucked her doggy style and in wee hours returned back to my cousin's place. I stayed there for another two days, and fucked her at my cousin's place. My cousin did'nt object and said it was case of two consenting adults. I hope you liked it.
Thursday 20 December 2012
Are you Circumcised?
These events happened in the 1980s when I worked for a bank in India. In those years women were very conservative and did not know much about sex. I used to work in the loans department along with two other women. I was in my early thirties and they were in their late twenties. Our boss was in his late forties and because we were short staffed he would most of the time be looking after another department and was usually not around. Our department was located in a loft area of the branch so we were pretty much secluded from the rest of the branch.
One nice sunny Monday, my two colleagues Anita and Padma were discussing something in the local language which I was not very fluent in. I could tell that they were contemplating asking me something but were hesitant. This went on all morning and continued through the afternoon. I was curious as to what they were discussing. Finally towards closing time Anita found the courage to ask me.
Padma had received a loan application from a customer who wanted Rs.5,000 to get his son circumcised. I guess she had heard what circumcision was and was explaining it to Anita who was rather taken aback by the explanation.
She asked me, "Robert, do you know what circumcision is." "Yes, why do you ask."
"Padma here has received a loan application from a customer who wants to have his son circumcised. We Hindu's do not do this. What exactly is it?"
The question took me by surprise, but it also excited me as I got a chance to talk to these two beautiful colleagues about the male genitalia. I explained to them that just like their husbands penis' there is foreskin covering the head of the penis. Some religions mandate that this skin must be removed as it harbours bacteria specially if the penis is not cleaned on a regular basis. There are also some studies that suggest it is healthier to have a circumcised penis. It is considered a very minor operation.
"Are you circumcised Robert?."
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am."
"Do you mind if we can see your circumcised penis. We are curious what it looks like because we have only see our husbands."
My cock began to stir in my pants and I had no other option but to put my hand down to my crotch and adjust my quickly growing erection.
The bank was closing and at that moment the branch manager came upstairs and asked us if we were staying late to work. I said yes maybe for a couple of hours, so he asked me to lock the doors from inside and he would be back at 7.00 p.m. to lock the branch.
When I returned from locking the doors Padma and Anita had this shy looks on their faces. "Sorry, I asked you this question Robert. We better be leaving now."
"Don't you want to see my circumcised penis."
"Yes, but.....oh my God, its so beautiful and ......big."
Before she could answer I had unzipped my zipper and with some difficulty taken out my cock which was now jutting out of my pants . It was a good five inches and very thick with its proud red head protruding forward.
Anita and Padma were mesmerized by my cock. "Wow, it is beautiful, can we touch it?" Padma asked.
"I don't know about that, because it will become even bigger then."
"Really, please let us touch it Robert."
"Okay then, if you insist." Padma got up from her seat and pulled up a chair next to Anita and I moved forward. First Padma circled my cock with her hands. I found out that they had never sucked on cock before. I had to guide them.
"Stroke it up and down Padma and you will see that it will become bigger." She began to stroke it while I took Anita's hands and got her to play with my low hanging balls. My cock began to grow bigger with every stroke and soon it was at its full length of seven inches. Anita now took over the stroking of my cock while Padma squeezed my balls.
I was in heaven, looking down at these two beautiful goddesses stroking my manhood. I now had to see if I could get them to suck on my cock.
"Have you ladies ever sucked your husband's cock."
"No."
"I can't blame you because uncircumcised cock is not very nice to suck on, but if you want you can suck my cock."
"Here let me show you how."
With that I asked Padma to close her eyes and open her mouth. I edged forward and slipped my cock into her mouth and instinctively she closed her mouth on my cock. I then began to lightly fuck her mouth and she got the message and began to move her head back and forth. I allowed her to suck my cock for a minute before taking it out and placing it in Anita's mouth. And then again after some time I switched to Padma.
"Now lick my cock with your tongue from the base right up to the top. There you go, that's it."
This was the greatest moment of my life; looking down to see these two beautiful women playing with my cock.
Padma and Anita began to discuss something again in their native tongue.
"Robert, we want you to fuck us, right now and right here."
Upon hearing this my mind went into overdrive and my cock began to twitch violently.
"I would love to fuck you both. Both of you lie down on this table side by side."
With both Padma and Anita on the table I lifted up their legs and quickly slipped off their panties under their saris. Their lovely bushy vaginas came into full view. I began to lick Anita's pussy.
"Robert, what are you doing."
"Just relax Anita and enjoy yourself."
I continued to lick her pussy and I could see that she had never been licked before. I licked and sucked on her clitoris and she began to moan. Padma was watching intently with her eyes wide open. I could tell that she had also never been licked before. I now switched to Padma's pussy which was prettier than Anita's. Padma began to moan and groan.
After a while I switched back to Anita who began to really get into things. Both women, because they had never experienced anything like this before, came quickly in succession.
"Oh, Robert. That was the most thrilling feeling in the world. This is the first time I have experience orgasm," Padma said and Anita agreed.
"Okay ladies, now it is time for me to enjoy."
With that I placed the head of my rock hard manhood at the entrance to Padma's pussy. I rubbed it up and down a few times to coat the head off my cock with her juices. I made Padma spit on my hand and rubbed her spit on my cock. I guided my cock to her pussy lips and slowly began to enter her. Her wetness made my entry easy and soon I was fucking her on the office table with Anita's pussy beside her.
Fucking Padma with her sari on was amazing. She had undone her blouse and exposed her breasts for me to play with as I was fucking her. I fucked her for five minutes before exiting and moving over to Anita. Anita's pussy was also inviting, easy entry. I began to fuck her with long, rhythmic strokes. Anita had her eyes closed and was enjoying my fucking.
I detached myself from Anita and went over to Padma. I got her off the table and made her bend down. I lifted up her sari which had fallen down as she got off the table. Her shapely bottom was open for me to use. I entered her from behind and began to fuck her.
"Robert I love your fucking me from behind. It is a very different and nice feeling, my husband does not fuck me from behind."
"It is called doggy-style," I told her. She laughed.
I began fucking her hard and the slapping sounds of our fucking echoed in the loft. Anita in the meantime had got off the table and was now offering herself doggy-style. I went over to Anita and began to fuck her.
I began to feel myself reaching the point of no return. My sperm was aching to come out. I made Padma remain in the doggy position while I fucked Anita hard. And then it happened. I began to ejaculate inside Anita. After about ten spurts I quickly took out my cock and shoved it into Padma and deposited the remainder of my sperm inside Padma. There was a streak of spunk across both Anita and Padma's butt as a result of my switching from Anita to Padma.
I took out my cock from Padma and watched as both their pussy's dripped cum. Padma and Anita pulled up their panties.
"Thanks for showing us your circumcised penis Robert, and we hope to see more of it," Anita said. Padma nodded in agreement.
"You can bet on it ladies."
My Indian Wife Vidya
My name is Rajesh and I am married to my sweetheart Vidya. We have a one year old son Aakash and soon (in a month), we would be celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary.
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."
"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.
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."
"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.
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