It was a solemn atmosphere of ritual and worship inside the room with about twenty candles lit on a concrete pedestal, incense sticks burning. I had taken my bath and was brought into the room and made to sit comfortably. A thin white robe covered my body from shoulders to my knees. Two male ascetics in saffron robes were beside me while a third one sat opposite to me. I was asked to fix my glances on his eyes as he talked to me and sometimes made me take the medicines that he offered me at intervals in a copper bowl.
Slowly I could feel that I was doing whatever the third ascetic asked me to do. I was conscious at least that I was under his spell though I lacked the desire or strength to get out of that spell. It was not exactly a state of trance either as I was aware of the surroundings but the spell was so strong that I followed whatever the ascetic was telling me to do.
Why do I say that it was not a state of trance? Because after about twenty minutes, when they brought in my 24-year-old wife, Ritu, clad in a white transparent robe, I could feel that her youthful body was too offensively exposed through the almost see-through fabric of the robe. Three women ascetics, all clad in saffron robes, accompanied Ritu. But their robes were not as thin as that of Ritu. As Ritu was accompanied by three female ascetics, I could notice her plump buttocks and the ass crack clearly visible through the fabric of the robe she had put on. Instead of covering her body the fabric had only highlighted her fleshy asses. I could see the two ascetics sitting beside me looking at the spectacle as she walked past us to the further end of the room.
However, I was sure that Ritu's mounds were not visible as there were three garlands of marigold hanging from her shoulder which ended below her thighs. Moreover, from her waist were hanging about ten garlands of marigolds of various colours, each of which was about one foot in length, that covered her front side.
Well, we are a couple married two years ago and though we had very intimate physical relations, Ritu didn't get pregnant. After a year we consulted doctors and though none of us had any major deficiency, Ritu couldn't conceive. By the end of the second year, Ritu became desperate for a baby and finally we came to know about a Tantrik baba having miraculous power. At Ritu's persuasion, we decided to visit his abode, situated about 100 kms from our home.
The abode of the Tantrik baba was situated in the outskirts of the city. There was a rush of devotees on the day we first visited him. It took three hours for us to meet him and immediately on looking at us, the Tantrik baba told us why we were there. On the first day, he gave us some medicines to consume for a month and advised us to abstain from any type of sexual activity and visit his abode again after one month and come prepared to stay for about a week.
During our second visit, we were advised to stay separately for three days and to perform rituals that were called Phallic Worship (Linga Pujan) and Vaginal Worship (Yoni Pujan) on the fourth day. He told us that although that sounded bizarre, but that was the only way to please the deity by whose blessings Ritu would be able to conceive. Ritu was taken to stay in that part of his abode meant for female ascetics and to stay with them. I and Ritu were not to see each other for three days and both of us were advised not to see any member of the opposite gender during those days.
I don't know how they treated Ritu but every evening one of the ascetics would tell me about the tough ways of Phallic and Vaginal worship. He would give me some powder-like medicine thrice a day to consume, and at night he would make me look at a bright light and talk to me till he made me move and act as per his commands. Later, he would wake me up from the state of slumber or hypnotic state and administer a medicine and let me sleep.
The day I am describing was the fourth day when we were to perform the worship. Ritu, my wife, is a bright woman about 5'2"
in height and though not fatty, she is not slim either. She has round and firm boobs that measured about 36 and smooth round buttocks measuring 34. She has a slim waist that measured 32. She has long black hairs cascading to her ass. By overall standard, Ritu looked sexy and hot.
As three female ascetics led her inside the room, my boner rebelled at the glimpse of her bouncing buttocks. The robe that was used to cover her youthful body, seemed too offensive to me because she had no undergarments on her body and the fabric of her robe was too thin so that everyone including me could see the sides of her mounds and the skin of her butts. I wanted to tell her about her dress but found that I was talking but without any sound. I tried to stand up only to discover a numbness in my limbs.
The ascetic sitting before me looked deep into my eyes and scolded, "You will not move or utter a word till I ask you to do. Remember, you will do and say only what I ask you to say or do."
I wanted to defy but there was a numbness in my brain too. So I watched as Ritu was guided by three female ascetics towards a throne where the Tantrik baba was seated. The Tantrik baba was about six feet tall with the toned body like an athlete. Long black beards covered his face. His eyes were red and piercing. His upper body part had no clothes but wreaths of flowers covered his upper portion. Since he was sitting on the throne, I had no idea if there was any cloth that covered his lower part. Moreover, long wreaths of flowers hanging from his neck almost covered his lower abdomen.
As Ritu went near the Tantrik baba, the female ascetics guiding her advised her to sit in front of him and worship him by placing flowers on his feet. The three female ascetics were carrying three big size copper plates in their hands that contained various paraphernalia of worship. From one of the plates, Ritu took flowers and placed them graciously on the feet of the Tantrik baba and then she bowed down to touch his legs and salute him. The Tantrik baba raised his hands to bless her. He then asked Ritu to keep looking at his eyes till he would ask otherwise.
For nearly half an hour Ritu was looking at him after which the Tantrik asked her, "Are you ready to start the worship?"
Like a hypnotized person, Ritu said, "Yes."
Meanwhile, the ascetic in front of me had completely cast his spell on me and asked, "Are you ready to perform the Linga Pujan to fulfill her wishes to conceive?"
I nodded.
The ascetic said, "You see both of you have evil spirits settled inside you, which need to be driven out of your bodies and for that you two need to perform the Linga Pujan jointly."
He gestured me to move to sit beside my wife. But my limbs were numb. So the other two ascetics carried me beside Ritu and we were both seated on the wooden planks in front of the Tantrik baba. They recited some lines in Sanskrit as a part of the ritual and asked us both to shut our eyes and to declare that we were surrendering our body and souls to the Tantrik baba for ousting the evil from inside us.
After about five minutes of declaration by me and Ritu, we were asked to open our eyes. The room was full of smoke due to incense sticks burning in the room.
In the midst of this atmosphere, one of the lady ascetics asked the Tantrik baba, "Shall we start?"
The Tantrik nodded and suddenly without anybody lighting up, five candles near his feet started burning. The ascetics around welcomed it to be a positive sign. The Tantrik baba then moved his hands in the air and from nowhere brought two bananas and asked me and Ritu to peel off the bananas and eat. I had difficulty in peeling off so Ritu did it for me and we ate the bananas as instructed. The Tantrik baba raised his palms as if to bless us and without anyone blowing out the candles, they went off. I and Ritu were more mesmerized by these magical acts. The lady ascetic then asked us to go get ready for Linga Pujan.
Two other lady ascetics went to two sides of the Tantrik baba and in a swift move unfastened the loincloth that was so long covering the groin of the Tantrik. Despite being in a state of trance, Ritu seemed to be shocked at the Tantrik baba being stripped in front of all. The lady ascetics noticed it and assured Ritu, "Don't be ashamed or shocked, he is the incarnation of deity. We too worship him in this way."
Another female ascetic held a copper bowl just under the phallus of the Tantrik baba while a male ascetic commanded me to remove the flower wreaths and clear the view of Maha Swargiya Linga (Great Divine Phallus). I removed the wreaths without protest exposing his meat to the view of Ritu. He was not hard but even in flaccid state his meat was quite thick and long in size.
One lady ascetic then gave a copper pot containing milk and asked me to guide Ritu's hand to the phallus of the Tantrik baba and to jointly wash it with the milk. Like a completely hypnotized fellow, I guided Ritu's hands to the dick of the Tantrik. I obediently followed their instructions to roll back the foreskin while Ritu used the milk to clean his phallus. Then another lady ascetic provided another copper pot containing coconut water and again Ritu washed his phallus while I held it in my palms. The milk and the coconut water used for washing were collected in the bowl held under his dick. All the three female ascetics and Ritu were asked to drink the mixture to purify themselves. I noticed a reluctance in Ritu to drink the mixture of milk and coconut that was used to wash the cock. But the female ascetics were zealous to drink the same.
The chief of the male ascetics said in a commanding voice to Ritu, "This is the nectar of the deity. Drink this elixir and you will get strength and energy."
The three female ascetics supported him. But they were given smaller quantities while Ritu was given lion's share. The female ascetics drank it unhesitatingly and looking at their enthusiasm and encouraged by them, Ritu started sipping the so-called nectar quite reluctantly.
Once this was over, one lady ascetic gave Ghee (clarified butter) to Ritu asking her to massage it on the Tantrik's cock. I looked on as my wife massaged another man's dick with ghee in front of me. For the first time I noticed changes in his phallus - it was getting harder and bigger - as my wife applied ghee on the full length of his meat. Then another lady ascetic gave Ritu camphor powder and asked her to rub it all over the meat of the Tantrik. Ritu performed that ritual without any eagerness or reluctance on her part like a mechanically driven machine. Ritu seemed to be baffled at what she was made to do.
But as if to assure us, the main lady ascetic said, "Don't take it as a physical sex between a man and woman, it is a part of the spiritual communion between Purush (The male) and the Prakriti (The nature). Get rid of any evil thoughts, if any, occurring in your minds."
Though in a hypnotic state with partial numbness of the limbs still prevailing, I started growing hard like a cuck to watch my young and sexy wife taking care of another man's phallus.
Through the robe my hardness was visible and the main male ascetic scolded me, "Banish dirty thoughts from your mind and try to concentrate devotedly to the ritual."
I felt ashamed at my hardness. I had never known that a cuckold was hiding deep inside me that would get aroused to watch my wife touching the meat of another man and to watch the meat getting harder as my wife touched it. But the ritual was not over yet. The lady ascetic gave white sandal paste to Ritu and asked her to apply the paste all over the shaft of the Tantrik. I didn't know if any aphrodisiac was mixed with the so-called nectar but I noticed Ritu was more energized than before though much more dizzy. There was a glow of sexual desire in her glances. But what followed both shocked and aroused me. Earlier Ritu had performed the acts of the ritual in a detached and mechanical way. But as Ritu started applying the white sandal paste on the cock of the Tantrik, I noticed Ritu applying the white sandal paste on the entire length of the cock of the Tantrik that had fully grown by then and resembled a Malyalam banana both in length and girth. But there was care and greed in her eyes as she applied the paste lovingly on his shaft.
Though my brain was still dizzy and mild numbness was still in my limbs and no voice came out as I spoke, even in that condition I could instinctively feel that the ritual we agreed to was going to take away the chastity of my wife, Ritu and that another man's dick was inevitably going to invade the love tunnel of my loving wife, a tunnel that was exclusively reserved for me so long. As I was brooding over this with mixed feelings of awe and sexual arousal, another female ascetic brought to Ritu a paste of red sandal and advised me to roll back the foreskin of the Tantrik while Ritu was asked to apply the paste only on his bulbuous glan.
The cock of the Tantrik was fully grown by then. The ascetics chanted some hymns and I and Ritu were made to offer our homage to the Tantrik by bowing down near his throbbing phallus.
Once this was over, the ascetics brought another round of coconut water and milk and ordered Ritu to wash the phallus of the Tantrik baba. Like the previous occasion, the mixture of sandal wood paste, milk and coconut water was collected in a copper bowl. Half of the mixture was sprinkled on our bodies while I was asked to held the pot near Ritu's mouth as she drank the mixture from that copper pot. Then they brought a bottle of honey and Ritu was made to apply it all over the length of his hard phallus. Once the cock was smeared with honey, Ritu was asked to position her head on my lap and to keep her mouth open. I was asked to fold my hands in respect and pray to the Tantrik to purify Ritu's body and mind with nectar.
The Tantrik baba got up from his throne, stood near us and positioned his body so that his dick was just above Ritu's mouth. Drops of overflowing honey from his phallus rained down on Ritu's face and mouth. I was then asked to lift her robe to expose her love spot so that her vaginal area too got the drops of that so-called elixir. I felt inside that it was not right but couldn't deny the command and like a slave exposed my wife's pudenda by lifting her robe up to her waist and by removing the garlands that created obstruction. All the male and female ascetics present in the room were, however, without any reaction.
The Tantrik seemed not satisfied at the drops of honey that fell on Ritu. So he wiped his phallus by his finger and applied the sticky honey on Ritu's lips and made her lick his index finger. He again wiped his finger on his honey-smeared cock and on that occasion pushed his index finger in her orifice between her thighs. Ritu shivered and groaned in a low voice as the index finger of the Tantrik delved deep in her pussy hole.
Ritu was then asked to get up from my lap, and pray to the Tantrik baba with folded hands so that the deity would fulfill her wishes. One of the ascetics announced the end of worship by Ritu. Even in that state, I was relieved to think that Ritu won't have to go through further such bizarre rituals.
They then brought vermilion, turmeric powder and a few drops of oil to me and asked me to make a paste of the same. Once the sticky orange paste was prepared, I was asked to apply the paste on the entire pubic region of the Tantrik fully covering his phallus and the balls in that paste. I was also asked to put a big round mark of the same paste on Ritu's forehead. I obeyed their commands and was asked to wash my hands clean. As I applied the paste of turmeric and vermilion on the flesh rod of the Tantrik, I found it hard and fully erect. In the deep recess of my mind, I wondered if the Tantrik was going to use that to impregnate my wife. I was afraid if my wife could stand the pain of accommodating such a massive meat in her. As I felt, the tool of the Tantrik was much bigger than my own both in length and girth and was apprehensive if the Tantrik baba would tear up her tender love spot.
But once I completed covering the phallus of the Tantrik by the orange paste, one of the male ascetics then informed that one part of the worship was over and if I was ready for the next part, that is Yoni or Vaginal worship. The fact that there was no sexual fucking in the first part belied my previous apprehension and I declared confidently that I was ready for the next part of the ritual. I washed my hands clean as advised.
The Tantrik and other ascetics present there seemed happy at my positive response. They brought flowers and I was asked to bow down at the feet of Ritu and offer my regards to her as a deity. This hurt my male ego. But then I noticed that all other ascetics present in the room, except the Tantrik baba, bowed down their heads at her feet in utter devotion. Looking at this, I kept my ego aside and bowed my head at Ritu's feet. They brought once again fresh paraphernalia of the ritual. I was asked to remove the robe that had covered the sexy body of my wife completely out of her body. I did it reluctantly even though under their spell with growing numbness of the limbs, I had no mental or physical power to oppose or resist. Meanwhile, intermittently the ascetics went on providing me and Ritu various items in copper bowls to consume.
I took away the thin robe exposing her seductive mounds. However, the lengthy marigold garlands helped from standing her stark naked even though it made her look more tempting.
Two ascetics sitting beside me said, "We will now prepare her for the worship. Are you ready?"
Without knowing what was to follow or understanding the implications of proceeding further, I just nodded. I was not only under a spell, but I started feeling light-headed and extremely jubilant inside. To my shock, the two male ascetics sitting beside me quite unceremoniously removed the garlands that were hanging from Ritu's shoulders to two opposite sides exposing her bare boobs. One of the ascetics took the white sandal paste and began to apply it on Ritu's areolas till they were fully covered by the paste. I saw Ritu's nipples growing stiff as the ascetic applied the sandal paste on her areolas. It took a few minutes for the sandal paste to dry and stick to her areolas.
Ritu seemed to be in a different world and there was a glow of sexual radiance on her face and glances. The ascetic then proceeded to draw two pairs of three horizontal lines of the white sandal paste on the two sides of her forehead leaving a space between the two pairs. Once the white sandal paste was applied, one female ascetic came near Ritu embellishing her neck, arms and wrists with the garlands made of rudraksha beads. Ritu looked like a divine figure in her appearance.
The second ascetic sitting beside me then came to perform his own task with red sandal paste with him. He drew a perfectly big round mark at the centre of her forehead between the two sets of horizontal lines. But his next action was too shocking as he started applying the red sandal paste on her nipples till they stood out prominently by their erect state and the red colour of those plumpy cherries. Even in my spellbound state, I diverted away my gaze to avoid watching another man smearing the nipples of my wife. To my utter awe, just that moment as the ascetic was busy in applying the red paste on her nipples, Ritu gave out a moan that indicated how aroused she had become.
However, the ascetic scornfully rebuked her, "Free yourself from the senses of physical pleasure. Drive away evil thoughts and desires from your body and mind. You are going to have the communion of soul with God. Get rid of all passions."
I was much assured at his words and thought that though the rituals being performed were offensive yet the fact that Ritu was admonished revealed that the Tantrik baba and his ascetics were not after any sexual scandal. I wondered why Ritu could not control her desires even though looking her nipples being coloured by another man I too had grown hard between my legs.
The words of the ascetic seemed to have no impact on Ritu. Her looks were those of a slutty woman suffering from the fever of sexual desire. Her nipples remained offensively stiff and glances were dreamy. I doubted if my wife had been administered any type of aphrodisiacs. The ascetic, however, completed his task and left her.
Two female ascetics were gestured by the third male ascetic, with whom I had previous session after which I had started following all their words. The female ascetics came near Ritu, sat beside her and held her thighs hard and moved the wreaths of marigold on two sides exposing her pussy. There was hardly any resistance from Ritu as they parted her thighs giving a clear view of her love triangle.
One of them inspected her tunnel and reported to the third male ascetic, "She is all wet.. overflowing."
The third male ascetic expressed utter disgust, "Hot passionate woman...mind and soul full of sinful thoughts...worst than a bitch. Need to free her from the bondages of sexuality."
He came near her while another female ascetic brought two copper bowls.
The male ascetic took one bowl and sprinkled milk on her pubic area and said to Ritu, "Get rid of sinful desires. You are being cleaned. Concentrate on the ensuing communion of the soul."
He gave the copper bowl to the female ascetic after he had sprinkled enough milk on her vaginal area and then took the other bowl. He then sprinkled from that bowl. The smell suggested it was a mixture of coconut water, ghee and camphor. Then he did the most shocking thing as he started touching her pubic area washing her labia lips and the tunnel with that mixture from the bowl. Ritu was not ready for this. She gasped for breath, her mouth opened.
The ascetic said, "To get rid of impure thoughts you must get rid of dirty and sensual odor."
He was pouring the mixture from the bowl on Ritu's pussy and his fingers were exploring her entire pubic region including her love tunnel. He was literally fingering her. Ritu gave out a loud moan, a clear sign of her arousal.
The Tantrik baba sitting on the throne heaved a sigh of regret and said to his ascetics, "Too much possessed by physical passion, engrossed in gross sensuality. Nothing can be done to purify her soul. Let them go, I can't help."
The words of the Tantrik baba made Ritu scream in utter disappointment. She sobbed to say that despite her efforts to drive away the sensual aspects her body was reacting in the reverse direction. Though she was trying to banish the improper and sinful thoughts, she couldn't control her nipples becoming erect and the flow of vaginal juice.
Ritu broke out and prayed, "Do something for me. Punish me for the sinful physical and mental reactions. But please help me to conceive, baba. Without an issue my life is miserable. Relatives, friends and neighbours look at me with disdain as an infertile woman. I will be mad if I can't conceive."
The Tantrik baba looked at Ritu and said in a sombre voice, "But the penance for your sinful body and mind could be hard and offensive. You may not be able to stand it. Even if you can, your husband may not be able to accept or stand it. So better you stop here..."
Ritu was so desperate to conceive that she immediately retorted, "I could accept anything to become a mother, however hard and offensive that might be. Even my husband would gladly accept it... Isn't it my dear?"
she stopped asking me. My confusion in the brain had multiplied by then and with a vague mind I nodded. The Tantrik baba looked at me and asked the female ascetics to take care of me while he addressed Ritu directly, "With impure sensual mind and body, you can't establish a communion of souls. But for you, I would try an alternative way, that is to establish the communion with the representatives of Lord Kamadeva (the god of sexual lust in Hindu mythology). But for that both the wife and husband must give consent."
Ritu was prompt to give her consent and pleaded to me to give my consent too. My brain was smoky by then and without understanding anything I gave my consent. The ascetics lighted new incense sticks and candles in the room creating a mysterious atmosphere. They started sounding cymbals, drums and bells as done during a Hindu worship.
The Tantrik baba whispered to Ritu pointing to a smokey corridor, "At the end of the corridor, there is a bed. Walk through the corridor and get on the bed for your penance and the alternative communion."
The lights in the corridor brightened and we could see a double bed neatly prepared with pink satin covers and decked with many flowers. For a moment, Ritu seemed to hesitate because when the Tantrik baba held her hands to guide her through the corridor to the other end she seemed to resist and stood immobile.
The Tantrik baba said to her, "You must face the penance before the communion to be able to conceive..."
He pulled her mildly through the corridor and pointing at the many wreaths of flowers hanging from her shoulders and waist said in a calm but commanding voice, "These are the chains (zanjeer) of virtues that you wore as safeguard against sinful mind and lustful body. But there are evil passionate thoughts that dominate your body and mind. These chains of virtue miserably failed to prevent the evil getting upper hand and the wreaths are of no use now. You need to get rid of these to be ready for the communion."
Before either me or Ritu could understand anything, the Tantrik baba in a swift move tore away two of the three flower wreaths that were hanging from Ritu's shoulder almost exposing her bare upper body.
Ritu was quite shocked but the Tantrik pulled her through the corridor, away from me and said, "These are the penances for the sinful mind and body that you possess."
The Tantrik tore away half of the marigold wreaths that were hanging from her waist making her smooth and slender thighs and round fleshy buttocks visible to everyone in the room. It seemed to me from the other end as if Ritu was trying to break away. One of the ascetics took a copper bowl to her mouth and forced her to gulp down the content. In minutes after gulping there was a change in Ritu. She became calmer and allowed the Tantrik to guide her towards the decked bed.
Meanwhile, he was tearing down the wreaths one after another and with each wreath falling off of her body, he uttered, "Ek aur zanjeer toot gaya" (One more chain broken away).
When the Tantrik baba and Ritu were about three feet away from the bed, Ritu's upper portion of the body was stripped of all the flower wreaths and the Tantrik was busy to tear the wreaths hanging from her waist that covered her lower part. When they were about a foot away from the bed, Ritu stood all naked except for a few garlands of Rudraksha that adorned her wrists and arms. When the Tantrik baba commanded her to remove the Rudraksha garlands, Ritu started taking them out of her body without slightest hesitation.
I was shocked to see her standing completely nude in front of everyone present in the room and wanted to sound a warning to her. But my voice was crippled. I tried desperately to get up but my limbs didn't support me.
Looking at my efforts, the male ascetics standing beside me whispered, "Don't distract her, she is about to have the desired Communion. But for her sinful body and mind, she will undergo penance first. You may wish to watch the penance she undergoes..."
The two male ascetics lifted the wooden plank on which I sat and placed me about five feet away from the spot where Ritu stood all naked with the Tantrik. What I saw was creating nausea in me and I tried to protest in vain. The Tantrik baba had cupped her mounds and kneading them roughly. His action was peeling off the layers of sandal and vermilion paste that covered her areolas and nipples. He ordered Ritu to remove the wreaths on his body and she was following his orders like a hypnotized person without any protest. Soon the Tantrik baba stood all naked beside Ritu, his hard dagger of flesh covered by vermilion paste jumping like an angry cobra.
I heard the Tantrik baba say, "I tried to purify your body and mind. But you are a hot bitch full of evil and you must take this punishment for your sin before your Communion to conceive."
I saw Ritu nodding to his words. The Tantrik baba started slapping hard on her bare asses making her scream in pain till her smooth white buttocks turned red. The spectacle of my naked wife getting thus treated by the Tantrik made me horny and I could feel the twitch of my hard boner between my legs. The Tantrik had stripped her boobs of all the marks of sandal and vermilion paste, pulling her stiff nipples and massaging her milk bowls as if milking a cow. The penance procedure went on for about ten minutes after which quite unexpectedly the Tantrik baba roughly threw her on the beautifully decked bed. The bed was covered with flowers and Ritu fell helplessly prostrated on the bed.
More incense sticks were burning making the room smoky and mysterious while the female ascetics started to play the bells and cymbals more loudly. It was quite noisy and suffocating inside the room when the Tantrik baba asked his male ascetics to prepare Ritu for the final communion. To my horror, three male ascetics stripped themselves and boarded on the bed positioning them beside Ritu. What followed was nothing but the carnal scene of a blue film and it would have been better if I had not watched it at all.
Two male ascetics, who had positioned themselves near the upper part of her body started playing with her round flesh mounds in a most sensuous manner, fondling them, sucking her nipples. Her already stiff nipples seemed to become stiffer and glossy as they sucked them passionately from the two sides. Strangely, there was no protest or resistance on her part except low moans. They were alternately kissing and sucking her lips. The third ascetic, in the meantime, had caught her legs, raised them upwards exposing the most private hole between her thighs, had merged his face between her legs and was busy in sucking her labia lips and tasting the love juice that was getting profusely discharged from her love spot.
Ritu was then moaning quite loudly and seemed to be unaware of the environment she was in. The scuffle on the bed among the three naked male ascetics and naked Ritu reminded me of dogs attacking a hot bitch to establish sexual supremacy on the bitch. Though Ritu moaned and screamed now and then, there was no resistance on her part nor she was fighting back those ascetics as they groped and fondled all her private parts, kissed her lips, sucked her nipples and licked her cunt. I tried to protest at what was done to my wife but I had no strength.
Ritu underwent the so-called penance, administered by three ascetics for about twenty minutes and she was moaning uncontrollably and without any shame like a lusty slut stricken by gross sexual desire. The Tantrik baba gestured his disciples to stop. Ritu lay naked on the flowery bed, her body bearing the marks of what she had gone through, stained by saliva and her own love juice. She was heaving deeply and as she inhaled, her big boobs with erected nipples raised up.
The Tantrik baba sprinkled some liquid from a copper bowl on her naked body and with a smaller spoon-like copper thing poured some liquid in her mouth. He gave something to the ascetic who had handled Ritu's pussy and instructed him something. The ascetic dipped his index finger in the pot and immediately pushed that finger in her love tunnel and started rotating his finger quite violently inside her tunnel.
Ritu gave out a deep loud moan, her eyes widened and as if by reflex, she folded her legs at her knees and lifted them towards her chest exposing her entire pubic area and the overflowing tunnel with swollen labia lips. The ascetic then dipped his finger again and this time his finger invaded her tight rectal hole making Ritu scream. He came down from the bed after he was satisfied that his finger had probed deepest possible in her rectum.
Then the Tantrik baba took his place. First, he applied a mixture of red sandal paste on her entire pubic area and navel. He then covered her mounds once again with the sandal paste. He instructed something to the two ascetics still on the bed. They held her hands on two sides. Ritu seemed to have felt the premonition of something ominous and threw her legs as if to free her hands. As she threw her legs, her quim got more exposed. The drums, bells and cymbals were playing loudly to the extent of turning everyone deaf.
The Tantrik baba looked gravely at Ritu and the act of defiance as she was throwing her legs and said, "You sinner, full of lust! Get your body purified."
He then started slapping hard on her pussy making Ritu discharge fresh flow of her vaginal juice. He took something in his finger from a copper bowl by dipping his finger inside and then without any warning pushed his finger in her tunnel and started rotating it as if to apply whatever was in his finger thoroughly in her love tunnel.
Ritu screamed at first but the Tantrik baba went on rotating his finger disregarding her scream till her eyes widened and she started moaning. Ritu was now rotating her hips and pelvis like a passionate woman suddenly stricken by raw sexual urges. She widened her legs exposing her love spot as never before.
The Tantrik baba brought out his finger from her tunnel only to dip it once again in the bowl and then his finger went straight in Ritu's rectal hole and kept rotating it. Ritu started moving her lower body part like a crazy woman arching her pudenda and legs. The Tantrik baba then moved towards the upper part of her body and slapped on her cheeks calling her a fallen woman.
Before Ritu could recover from the shock of those hard slaps, the Tantrik baba had cupped her boobs and was squeezing them most cruelly. Ritu screamed in pain and also moaned in pleasure. The Tantrik baba seemed to throttle her scream as he brought down his face on Ritu's face and engaged in a lip to lip kiss with her. For quite sometime, he sucked her lips and at one point Ritu too reciprocated his move by sucking his lips.
The Tantrik baba then positioned himself on his knees on two sides of Ritu, beside her boobs. His big hard phallus covered in sandal and vermilion paste stood like a dagger.
He hissed in an angry voice, "Shali randi, tum sirf isika layak ko."
(You slut, you are only fit for this) He held her tightly by her hairs and forcibly pushed his hard cock in Ritu's mouth. There seemed to be mild resistance from Ritu due to which there was a scuffle and Ritu's face got smeared in the red paste that covered his dick.
The Tantrik baba commanded, "Chush randi, yehi tera paapi jism ke dand hai."
(Suck whore, this is the punishment for your sinful body.) He moved her head by holding her hairs for a few times as if to adjust her mouth to the rhythm of sucking his cock, and to my utter shock, my wife was sucking his cock lovingly even after he left her hairs.
At his gesture, the two ascetics freed her hands. To my utter abhorrence, I saw my wife's hands on the bare ass of the Tantrik baba as if pushing them to get more of his cock in her mouth. Just that moment, despite the smoke and decoration on the bed, I noticed a hidden camera peeping from the ceiling just above the face of my wife.
I was about to say something in protest, when a female ascetic standing beside me whispered, "Don't disturb, your slutty wife is going to have a lifetime experience she will never forget. And what do you want to say?" she pushed her hand between my legs and caught hold of my hard dick and continued, "You're enjoying to see your wife in this position. So sshhh..."
The female ascetic didn't leave my dick but was stroking it mildly. She came closer to me so that her soft boob pressed against my cheek. The sexy aroma of her armpits were almost intoxicating. I smelled and enjoyed the pressure of her boob and let her fiddle with my horny cock that was longing for a release looking at what the Tantrik baba was doing to my dear wife.
My already muddled brain was enjoying what the female ascetic was doing to me and forgot about Ritu. The female ascetic, who was gently caressing my member gestured me to look at the bed where in the midst of thousands of marigold flowers my wife was lying completely naked and was enjoying being caressed by the Tantrik baba.
The female ascetic whispered to my ears, "Watch him perform Yoni Pujan" (Vaginal Worship).
It was nothing but gross oral sex. The Tantrik baba had made my wife to spread her legs and his face was merged between her legs. It was not clear if he was sucking or licking her love spot but the loud moans of Ritu were indicative of the fact that she was tremendously enjoying whatever the Tantrik baba was doing to her.
This continued for not less than twenty minutes after which I heard my wife pleading shamelessly like a whore, "Please fuck me...umm...ouch...uuuf... please fu..u..ck me hard."
The Tantrik baba positioned himself on his back. His big and thick phallus stood perpendicular, hard and strong. He gestured Ritu to ride on him from the top. Ritu had grown too horny and without the least hesitation positioned her naked body on the Tantrik baba. Ritu seemed too eager to take his meat in her tunnel and placed her cunt just above the hard cock of the Tantrik baba. The first attempt failed.
Ritu held his phallus in one hand and like a slut lowered her body, her juicy love tunnel with parted labia lips just above the massive meat of the Tantrik baba. The Tantrik baba caught her by his hands on her chest and pushed her downward while he himself gave an upward thrust. I watched his big hard meat sliding in a most obscene way inside the love tunnel of my wife, a tunnel that was so far exclusively reserved for me.
Her eager pussy seemed to swallow the mammoth phallus and only his balls were thrusting against her labia lips. The Tantrik baba cupped her mounds and pulled her on his naked body. Their lips locked in a kiss. There were so many flowers on the bed that two entwined bodies seemed to be covered by those flowers.
The female ascetic beside me kept stroking my cock and whispered to me, "Your wife is having the ultimate communion with the divine on this bridal bed. Your wishes will be fulfilled...she will bear a healthy baby."
She gave me something to drink. I gulped it down and for next few hours I was in deep slumber. I didn't have any idea what happened to Ritu. When I came to my normal self, it was night outside. I was sitting in a different room that was half dark with the female ascetic still beside me. I asked her what time it was and she replied it was 8 o'clock at night. I wanted to know where Ritu was.
The female ascetic gave a mysterious smile and said, "She is being prepared for another round of communion."
I had an instant hard-on recalling what the communion meant there. I demanded that I meet Ritu right then. The female ascetic bluntly told that I couldn't meet Ritu then as she was going through multiple stages of the communion. The ascetic had perhaps noticed my erection and she suddenly pushed her hand inside the robe that covered me and took my throbbing member in her palm and caressed it most sensuously. I groaned in excitement.
The female ascetic introduced herself for the first time, "I am Mita. Your wife is enjoying a lot and it seems you're enjoying too to see your wife engaged in Phallic and Vaginal rituals."
Mita gave a squeeze to my member and whispered, "As Ritu, your wife is engaged in communion, you could also practice some Phallic and Vaginal rituals with me, if you wish."
Mita leaned her youthful slender body against mine. She was wearing a thin robe and her stiff nipples brushed against my arms. She was so near me that I could smell her breath. Mita brightened the light of the room. There was a small bed in one corner neatly prepared. I saw her bolting the door from inside.
She came back near me and whispered, "Nobody will disturb us. If you wish..."
Mita's breath was on my ears. In the brightened light of the room I looked at her. She was about 34 years, dark complexioned, but had a good figure and smooth silky skin. Beneath the thin fabric of the robe she had no undergarment. Her melons were well shaped and had not sagged. I guessed her melons were 36". She had round buttocks like pumpkin and her legs were slender. In her glances, I could see a wild passion. She had cascading hairs up to her waist.
I had been horny since the time I saw how my wife was handled in the name of rituals. I looked at Mita without any effort to conceal my growing lust. Mita put a finger on my lips indicating me to be quiet. I gave a mild bite on her finger. Mita gave an indulgent smile and in a swift move took away the robe that covered me. I stood before her in my birthday suit with my cock standing out offensively.
Mita asked me in a whispering voice, "You get excited to see Ritu with other men, isn't it?"
I nodded. Mita took my hard dick once again in her palm and rolled back my foreskin. She lowered her head and planted a kiss on my swollen glan. I was throbbing in excitement and had first display of precum at the tip of my dick. I couldn't control myself and kissed her lips.
Wow! What a sexy ascetic Mita was!! I felt her sucking my lower lip most passionately and soon her tongue was inside my mouth. I hugged her tender body tightly and found the strings that tied her robe at her back. I unfastened the string and pushed my hands in her loose robe and cupped her 36 size flesh mounds. She already had her stiff nipples. However married a man is, the body of another female, other than his spouse, always arouses him more.
I was no exception. So I started playing with her stiff nipples pressing them between my thumbs and index fingers. Mita gave out a suppressed moan. Soon my hands moved to caress her round buttocks and then I started to explore her triangle. Well, it was not smooth and clean shaved like that of Ritu and had the curly growth of bushy pubic hairs of a month or so. Nevertheless, it aroused me more than the clean shaved triangle of Ritu. My fingers made their way through the curly bush to discover her labia lips and was happy to note that Mita was already wet between her legs.
"I feel very ashamed,"
Mita whispered and tried to move away. To seduce her I clutched her tightly to my body and dared to say, "Here this could not be your first experience. The way Ritu got swayed was unbelievable. I don't think with a curvaceous body as yours, they allowed you to stay without the so-called communion!"
Mita gave a shy smile and her smile was an acknowledgement that what I said was true.
I dared to grope her ripe flesh melons more passionately and asked, "Do all the women who come here get laid like Ritu? Do all of them conceive? Has no one ever complained about sexual abuse under the pretext of such rituals?"
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Mita looked deeply at me as if trying to read what was in my mind and then replied, "I have seen 90% of the females conceive who had the communion here. Even those who don't conceive, do enjoy the robust communion. They use various aphrodisiacs which arouse the couples and in a state of trance they actively participate in all the horny activities".
Mita gently played with my hard shaft in her palm and continued, "Because the wives enjoy, most of the husbands have no ground to complain. Further, being issueless is a stigma and once the wife conceives, the couples prefer to keep everything a secret rather than to speak publicly about a scandalous episode of their private life. Moreover, men are men, you know. While the wife enjoys the holy communion, the husband also gets new experiences just as I am going to give you. So men get compensated for what their wives undergo."
I realized that Mita was going to compensate me for what my wife was undergoing. I didn't feel bad. Mita was not a bad choice for amorous adventures. I was already horny to watch my wife getting sexually handled by the Tantrik baba and his male associates. Now Mita's words made me horny. I decided to fully take the advantage and enjoy carnal pleasures with Mita to make up for what my wife was paying. So I pulled Mita's face towards mine and pushed my tongue in her mouth and our tongues were in a passionate tug of war.
For some unknown reason, I found the smell of her mouth and breath extremely arousing. My hands slipped inside her robe and while kneading her boobs groped her bare arms and back. As we cajoled like a horny couple, I smelled her sweet-smelling underarms with sparse growth of hair. I had smelt Ritu's clean-shaved armpits too during our love-making. They were a mixture of sweat and perfume. But Mita's armpits, despite hairs, smelt marvelous. They had no odour of sweat and emanated an unknown smell of cool mint. I lifted her right hand above her head and buried my face in her armpit, sniffing the soothing fragrance and soon I was licking her hairy armpit. As I sniffed and licked both of her underarms, I could feel the rising sexual arousal in me. My tool had grown rock hard and it was pricking against the tender belly of Mita.
She moved her hand between our bodies to feel my hardness and whispered, "The naughty boy is hurting me like a demon."
"The naughty boy is hurting me like a demon."
"Start the phallic worship if you wish to please the demon,"
I said. But Mita hesitated. So I moved upward, positioning my crotch near her face, pressed her cheeks and pushed my cock inside her mouth and commanded her to suck just as Ritu was made to suck the ascetics. Her tongue started working sensuously on my hard shaft, making me groan in pleasure and excitement. As Mita was busy sucking me, my hands went near her neck and, holding the upper edge of her robe, I pulled it in opposite directions. The thin fabric couldn't stand the violent pulling from the opposite directions and gave way, exposing her ripe melons. Mita was shocked or at least pretended to be so.
She stopped sucking, pushed me away and stood up in futile efforts to cover her boobs with her hands and pleaded, "You're going to have me anyway. Please don't take away my robe..."
But I was not ready to listen and moreover I recalled that she wanted to be dominated. The macho man in me replied, "I will not be satisfied till I have seen your sexy body in its full glory."
Without giving her any time, I started to tear away the robe further till it fell on the floor like rags and Mita stood before me without a single thread on her body. I hugged her naked body with my own, kissing every corner and curve of her youthful body. I had never imagined that a female ascetic under the robe could have such a curvaceous body.
I wondered whether other female ascetics I had met earlier in the day also had the same voluptuous body. I laid her body partially on the bed and from below the abdomen her body hanged from the bed with her legs touching the floor. Mita kept her eyes shut in shame as I roughly parted her legs and buried my face in her triangle to perform vaginal worship on her. Her pubic area had small hairs, unlike Ritu, who always kept her triangle clean shaved.
But it didn't bother me because I could see her juicy tunnel overflowing. Moreover, quite surprisingly, her pubic area had no pungent smell of urine, as I often found in my wife despite the costly perfume the latter used. I took one of Mita's labia lips between my lips and started pulling and sucking it. I could see her face writhing in delights. Soon I left the one and played the same with her other labia lip. Mita's hands came down to catch my hairs and pull them hard in excitement.
I parted her labia lips and pushed my nose between them and started to rub fiercely. Mita's body was throbbing in passion. But after sometime, when I inserted my tongue deep inside her tunnel and started to rotate it inside, Mita started to moan like a crazy woman. Her pelvis thrusted upwards repeatedly. I went on giving her oral pleasure till I felt that Mita was pulling me upwards to be on her. I positioned myself, my hairy chest pressing against her stiff nipples, my hands cupped her face and we locked our mouths in a passionate kiss.
Mita was melting like butter in the sexual heat. I placed my throbbing cock at the vaginal opening and exerted slight pressure. Mita had been so slippery by then that my hard dick slid in smoothly in her orifice despite mild sound of discomfiture let out by Mita. I slid in and in till I felt that my cock was fully inside her hot tunnel. I enjoyed the spasms of her vaginal muscles on my meat.
I had come to the abode of the Tantrik baba believing it to be a healing centre of miraculous nature and naturally, had not expected either my wife getting a sexual therapy nor expected a female ascetic to be lustful like a whore. But the way Mita was sucking my lips, the way her hands tightly grabbed my back made me rethink. As I did in and out movements of my hard dick in Mita's love tunnel, it dawned on me that under the pretext of a divine healing centre, it was actually a centre for indiscriminate sexual enjoyment where young couples were lured, drugged, administered aphrodisiacs and hypnotized to enjoy sex with multiple partners.
I recalled how my otherwise conservative wife, Ritu, was made to surrender shamelessly to the lustful activities without slightest reservation and how Mita, the female ascetic, tempted me to enjoy unbelievable hot sex with her. To be frank, despite my realizations, I enjoyed the hot sexual proximity that I was enjoying with Mita at that moment and had no desire to abruptly withdraw from the game.
In fact, I tried to convince myself that I was right to enjoy with Mita as they played with the chastity of my wife and the way my wife unscrupulously enjoyed the sexual proclivities in that abode. I continued to pump Mita's hot pussy with my meat piston, mildly biting her lips now and then. I found her more responsive in the carnal game of flesh than my wife. As I continued to plough her tunnel, my attention was drawn to her lovely melons with stiff nipples.
My mouth moved to taste her nipples and soon I was sucking them alternately. Mita was moaning like a possessed woman enjoying whatever I was doing to her. Every now and then she thrusted her pelvis upward as if to get more of my meat deeper in her tunnel. I licked her lips, her bare arms, neck, armpits while continuing my task of plumbing. I couldn't say how long I ploughed her except when I felt her nails digging against my back and Mita was groaning like a wounded beast.
Her breaths became shorter and fast, words broken as she whispered to my ears, "Aahh...uum... hard...er...uuf..fast..er..."
I looked at her. Her eyes were shut in deep pleasure, a glow of sexual radiance was on her face. She didn't look like an ascetic anymore but a perfect whore in a brothel lying naked under me exposing all her privates and enjoying her naked body being crushed by the naked body of mine on top. I accelerated my speed of plumbing.
Mita was shivering and she shrieked, "Please come...oh my god..."
I started coming inside her craving pussy making her bite and scratch me in ecstasy and we hugged each other in utmost passion. When our bodies disengaged, we were both tired and, putting my face between her boobs, I fell asleep.
When I awoke, it was still dark. But Mita was not beside me. Recalling what had passed before I started to grow hot again. I tried to locate my robe to cover myself and in the process my hand touched a body lying on the other corner of the bed. I thought it was Mita and groped the body. She was fast asleep. I had grown hard again and wanted to wake up Mita for another round. However, she was deep asleep and didn't respond. My horny boner was not ready to spare her that easily so I gave a violent shake to wake her up.
After some efforts, she moaned and said in a very meek and feeble voice, "Not now any more... lemme have some sleep please..."
The voice startled me, it was not Mita's but Ritu's voice. I hurriedly tried to locate the switch and put on the light. To my horror, it was not Mita but my wife Ritu lying completely naked. I wondered when had Mita left the room and my wife was brought in. It was shocking to see Ritu, not because she was naked but because her body spoke of what she had undergone. Her whole body was smeared with marks of sandal and vermilion paste.
Her tender boobs carried a few marks of bite and nail scratches. Despite the shock, I surveyed her body. There were numerous unmistakable marks of dry and sticky semen on her boobs, lips, cheeks and even eyelids. I wondered how many men might have used her the previous night because four men couldn't have gushed out so much of seminal fluid to leave so many signs on various parts of her body. They had made her body dirty in every sense.
I watched her pussy and asshole and lo! Sticky fluid was still oozing out of both her holes. I conjectured that apart from the four ascetics with whom I had seen Ritu in that underground room, there were other men too who had made use of her body. Suddenly my temper grew. They were running a sex racket under the pretext of some divine therapy, luring couples. I decided to remain apparently submissive and obliging and once we go out of the abode take steps against them. I didn't want to reveal what was in my mind before going out safely of the abode with my wife.
I softly continued calling Ritu to bring her to her normal self. Perhaps Ritu was under the influence of some drug because, though she sometimes uttered a few words, she was not completely in her senses. As I continued my efforts to wake Ritu, Mita along with two more female ascetics came to the room. They were followed by two stout and athletic-looking persons carrying a stretcher trolley. But those fellows looked more like musclemen than anything else. The aggressive way they looked at me made me feel that they wouldn't spare me if I said or did anything against the abode or ascetics. None of them said anything, as if waiting for my reaction.
However, I maintained my calm and simply asked Mita in a normal voice, "Has she (Ritu) fallen ill?"
Mita gave a sheepish smile. "Not at all. She is just exhausted after having enjoyed the night like a slut. We will take and clean her, and she will be alright within an hour. Meanwhile, you too refresh yourself in the next room."
The others present in the room were without any apparent reaction, at least on the surface. Two female ascetics lifted Ritu's naked body onto the stretcher and placed it softly on the wheels.
Three of them, along with one muscleman, were about to leave when I asked, "Shall I join you?"
"Don't get worried,"
Mita replied. "We will take care. Your wife will be fine in a few minutes."
The other muscleman guided me to another room and asked me to refresh myself. Neat clothes were kept for me in the attached washroom. After I took a bath and refreshed myself, I was offered a very sumptuous breakfast along with an unknown drink. I was not willing to drink it, but the muscleman insisted that I take it. To be frank, after taking the drink, I felt energized and lightheaded. Meanwhile, they brought Ritu to the room. She was fully dressed, looked fresh too, though I could notice two hickeys on her cheek and nape. To my surprise, she had neither any discomfort nor concern for what she had experienced, and moreover, she was talking to me quite delightfully without any hesitation or shame. But what really shocked me was when Ritu proposed that we stay a few more days in that abode.
I didn't say anything in either affirmation or negation and looked directly at her in astonishment. Mita entered the room and gestured the muscleman to leave and then said to me, "The Tantrik baba wants to talk to you in private."
Another female ascetic, whom Mita introduced as Rekha, was asked to take me to the Tantrik baba. Ritu remained seated in the room, accompanied by Mita, while I and Rekha moved along the long corridor.
To my surprise, on the way, Rekha started to converse abruptly, "Are you going to stay a few more days? I heard from Mita that you're a very smart lover. I thought we could have become intimate if you stay..."
Her next action was more shocking than her words. She intentionally parted two parts of her robe, giving me a glimpse of her big and round bosoms, her thick and smooth thighs, and a brief view of her clean-shaven triangle. Despite feeling odd and awkward, my member started to harden at the prospect of getting Rekha on the bed. She definitely noticed it.
She fastened her robe and smiled, "All depends on what you decide."
On reaching the room of the Tantrik baba, I found him sitting on his usual pedestal with three male ascetics sitting around. The Tantrik baba spoke without any preface, "We used different methods and tools which should impregnate your wife within a month. For better results, I suggest that you two stay here for 2/3 days more. I have talked to Ritu, and she is ready to stay. In fact, she has enjoyed each and every therapy we used. It is the therapy to free the couples from taboos and inhibitions that help the female to conceive."
The Tantrik baba paused and looked at me. By now, from our experience and what he had said, I was certain that under the pretext of divine therapy, they were running a sex racket where couples are lured, drugged, and hypnotized so that they could be used for sexual pleasure. But I didn't want to refuse his proposal, offend him, and endanger us. So I humbly admitted that, like Ritu, I too would have preferred to stay back for a few more days but had some pending work to be completed urgently and unless I do that my office colleagues would try to contact me. So I suggested that if we could return after about a week.
The Tantrik baba looked at me as if reading my mind and then said, "Ok, you two can come back conveniently. But remember not to make your experience public or think of seeking administrative help. Some people defy our advice and get into more trouble. We know that you had a hot night with Mita, and if you come back, you can enjoy with many more, not only with the female ascetics staying here but also with females of the couples who come here regularly. In fact, we initiated Ritu last night..."
The Tantrik baba gestured one of his aides, who turned on the big LED TV screen on the wall. It played a video of three pairs of couples sitting in a room with Ritu at the center, and the females there were encouraging Ritu to have fun with their husbands. It took some time for them to convince Ritu as they argued to convince her, and finally, Ritu seemed to give in reluctantly. In front of their wives, three males started to tease Ritu by pulling her clothes. One of the males made Ritu sit on his lap while he cupped her breasts.
Another male parted her lips, pushing his finger in her mouth, and said to Ritu, "You are a hot slut, baby."
The third man was pushing up Ritu's robe till it reached her waist, exposing her most intimate area. The wives of those males also joined and were telling Ritu, "Don't be ashamed, dear, we enjoy it freely here in a group. You should learn to enjoy it too."
It was apparent that Ritu was not in her normal self, and soon she was without any thread on her body. The males were kissing her, kneading, and sucking her nipples while they were encouraged by their wives.
The aide stopped the video abruptly and didn't let it play further.
The Tantrik baba said to me, "We don't think you or Ritu would like such private scenes to be seen by anyone outside this abode."
I was almost thunderstruck. They had knitted the web around our neck very planfully. I was thinking within myself of any option to get out. But the second video was more dangerous. It captured me and Mita. Mita was seen trying to save herself while I was tearing away her robe and forcing myself on Mita. I realized why Mita pretended to resist. Anyone would say after watching the second video that I had raped Mita.
The Tantrik baba seemed to read my mind again as he said, "You surely don't wish to be accused of rape!"
I had nothing to reply. The third video was the worst. It captured Ritu clearly, but the faces of her male partners were blurred. A man was seen spurting his come on Ritu's face while she was on top of another man, his crotch in her tunnel, and she was going down on him in absolute passion to satisfy her hungry pussy and moaning like a bitch. The third man, whose face was also blurred, was seen playing with her breasts.
The Tantrik baba didn't say anything but looked at me for a response.
I dared to ask him, "You want us to join your racket? Isn't it?"
He nodded and said, "We need decent couples to bring in others."
I knew there was no way to escape. Moreover, the erotic videos of free group sex attracted me too. Ritu was already ready to stay a few more days.
So I confidently replied, “We will stay a few more days and join your abode regularly henceforth.”
