Indian Wife Has Affair with Servant - Part 03

"Are we all set for India, Gopal?" Neetu asked me, as I climbed into bed beside her. My sexy wife was wearing a small low-cut pink nightie, giving me ample view of her generous bouncing cleavage.

"Yes, dear." I grabbed hold of her by the hips, throwing my arms around her, and we kissed passionately.

SMOOCH!

"My goodness, you are one horny hubby tonight." Neetu giggled, as I untied the sash that held her nightie together. The robe flew open partially, letting loose her big boobs.

"Your panties need to come off too, my dear." I told her, reaching for her underwear. My hands rested on her ass as I squeezed the flesh there. "Damn Neetu! You are one sexy spunky wife. I am so lucky to have you!"

Neetu gave me a lovely smile.

"And I am lucky to have you, Gopal, my dear hubby!"

SMOOCH!

We kissed again for some time, even as I rolled off her panties. She wasn't wearing a bra, so only the nightie had remained.

"Darling." Neetu hooked her hands on my shorts. Very expertly she rolled down my pants, and then helped me out of my T-shirts. I now lay there, fully naked, even as my wife, clad in a loose nightie, wrapped her hands around my shaft.

SMOOCH!

"My love." My wife Neetu said, kissing my right cheek. "Let me ask again. Is everything ready for our India trip?"

Suddenly her hold on my penis tightened. Even as I looked at her, a little smile came on her lips.

"Er ... yes, dear." I repeated. "Why do you ask?"

"Is our residence finalized?" Neetu continued her firm grip on my penis.

"Er ... yes, my love." I answered. "The agent booked a three-bedroom penthouse condo in a suburb of Pune. It's close to the marketplace and the metro station and has a nice veranda overlooking the city. There's no other taller building nearby, and he already booked a car for us too. The condo comes with underground parking. There's a gym, and other facilities. We can use one bedroom, and I can use the third bedroom as my work office and study. The servant can have the second bedroom."

"And who ..." Neetu gently squeezed my turgid penis. "Who did you hire as our servant, Gopal?"

I drew in a sharp breath. So, she knew.

One look at my wife, and I could tell that ... yes ... she knew for sure.

Neetu smiled, and gently stroked my penis.

"You think I wouldn't know?" She asked softly. "He still texts me; you know. I am still his favourite slut wife."

He could only be one person in the whole world. The only person who could refer to my dear wife as his favourite slut wife.

Bhola. Our former servant.

Ten years ago, for the first time in our married life, my wife had an affair. For five months, almost every other night, Neetu would go to our servant Bhola's room to get fucked.

Yes.

MY servant would fuck MY wife, roughly, passionately, ardently, for almost three hours straight, giving Neetu orgasm after orgasm, leaving her panting, helpless, and breathless. Bhola had that way with women, especially married ones. By the time the affair ended, there was hardly a room in that house where Bhola hadn't made love with my wife. In addition to emptying his cum into my wife's unprotected womb, he also ejaculated into her mouth, and often took her roughly in the ass ... acts that Neetu never allowed me, her own husband, to do with her.

I remembered one time in the middle of the night, standing outside the window, watching secretly as Bhola continued to fuck my wife. I watched as they both moved together, slowly, and passionately, as Bhola went deep inside her. Neetu had to bite on the sheets to remain quiet, even as she started to go through a severe orgasm. Moments later, Bhola was filling her with his cum, pushing his great cock deep inside my wife and holding it there as he shot into her, again and again.

The affair ended when Neetu got pregnant with our son Sahil. Yes, I say our son, even though biologically he is Bhola's offspring. We cut off all ties with Bhola and soon we moved from India to Canada.

I thought we would never see Bhola again. I was wrong.

Seven years later (which was three years ago), we returned to my ancestral village in Chennai, India, for a wedding. My son stayed with my parents, whereas Neetu and I shared a hut with a servant.

That servant was Bhola.

Once again, for almost two weeks straight, my wife Neetu became Bhola's secret sex toy and cum dump. From a tiny hole in the wall in our own room, I would stand and watch as my wife would dutifully go to Bhola's room every night, to be taken and treated like a slut, and he would ravage my wife's body for the next few hours. There was hardly any sex act he didn't try (again!) with my wife.

This time though, things got out of hand. First, Bhola introduced his younger brother Bunty to Neetu. Soon, both Bunty and Bhola were having fucking my wife every night, going at it like bunnies. And then things really got out of hand. My cousin Manav, who had apparently fantasized about my wife for a long time, persuaded Bhola, who owed him some favours, to share Neetu with him.

That fateful night, New Year's Eve, even as Manav respectfully called her Bhabhi, my cousin spanked and slapped and fucked my wife for hours, ejaculating inside her several times. One time without a condom.

Bhola wasn't done. He then showed his real colours, actually making my wife a true common village whore. That same fateful night, Bhola ended up sharing Neetu with a few men from the village to all of whom he owed a few favours.

The scene is still etched into my brain. For two hours that night, I had to listen as men after men from the village entered Bhola's room, one by one, and sometimes in twos and threes, taking turns to fuck, and do whatever else they wanted, with my helpless wife. The village men were rough with Neetu, not hesitating to slap my wife across her fair skinned cheeks or spank her on the fleshy buttocks, twisting her big boobs, calling her names like 'randi' and so on. I remained in my bed, shamelessly masturbating, even as Neetu's moans, her groans, and her cries continued to filter through the walls. She was in constant action, with at least one dick in one of her holes at all times, getting fucked constantly.

We knew we could never show our face in that village again, as it seemed almost half the village men had their dicks buried inside my wife that night. Life after returning to Canada hadn't been exactly smooth sailing either.

Of course, Neetu was pregnant with Bhola's child again. This time it was a lovely baby girl. We named her Sunita. She had Neetu's lovely smile and complexion, and Bhola's deeply charming eyes. Yet, the post pregnancy had been tough. Neetu suffered from post partum depression for almost a year, and nothing - no medicines - helped. She loved her baby, don't get me wrong, but Neetu had extensive mood swings. She suffered from a loss of appetite and severe anxiety. Neetu was always worried that she wasn't a good mother or wife (which she was). Overall, she was in depression for almost a year.

Sunita was a different child compared to Sahil, who had been fairly easy as a baby. Sunita was constantly demanding attention, and in her first year she was persistently sick with cold and cough. This being Canada, we had no hired help in our home in Ottawa. Neetu was on maternity leave, but she decided to quit her job completely to take care of our kids. Meanwhile the cost of living had gone up significantly in Canada, and money became tight due to inflation and my stagnant salary.

As I said, it had been a rough three years since our return from India. Last year though, things began to look up. I got a brand-new job, almost fully remote, and with much higher salary. Sunita became a much easier kid to handle and didn't fall sick as often.

So, when, on Sunita's second birthday, Neetu proposed that we spend the next summer holidays fully in India, I wasn't opposed to it. My work by now was more or less completely remote, and my office was fine with me working from India, as long as I logged on during the North American regular working hours.

"We can drop off the kids at your parents." Neetu had suggested to me. "They can spend some time with each other, and we can spend some time with each other."

That completely sold the idea to me. And of course, my parents were delighted. It would be three years since they had seen us last. They had never seen Sunita, and now they would get to spend two months with both Sahil and Sunita. And thus, the plan was set. We would depart at the end of May to Chennai, where my parents lived, and then spend two weeks there. After that, the kids would remain there, and we would spend 6 weeks in Pune, where my office had vendors that I could liaison with. Pune was a short flight from Chennai, so we could come and visit the kids if there was a need.

I had talked with an agent and booked everything, including a nice condo penthouse in Pune. The only thing remaining was to hire a servant for our month and half long stay in Pune.

"And the servant you hired was Bhola." My wife continued to stroke me. Her voice had a slight irritated tone to it, even as she continued to play with my manhood. "Of ALL the people in India. Did you think I would not find out? He texted me."

"Um ... what did he text you?" I asked.

"When did you hire him?" My wife ignored the question and asked me.

"I ... er ... I contacted Manav to get his number." I admitted. "And I told Bhola we were staying in Pune for six weeks and if he wanted to work for us. He accepted ... he was in between jobs."

"Of course, he would accept!" Neetu laughed. "The last time he was our servant, he turned me into the Great Whore of Chennai. A litre of cum must have had gone inside me - almost half of your ancestral village must have fucked me that night!"

"I ... I ... I know it got a little out of hand, my dear." I mumbled. "But I thought ... having Bhola with us, taking care of you for six weeks, it might lead to an enjoyable stay ... for both of us."

"Bhola 'taking care of me'." My wife laughed. "You very well know HOW he wants to 'take care of me', my love!"

"Er ... look ..." I didn't know what to say.

"You know what Bhola texted me?" My wife asked me, and then answered her own question. "Bhola ... he said, and I quote, 'I am looking forward to fucking my favourite randi again, memsaab. Your pyaasi choot will be mine, my slut.' That's what he texted to your wife! You wife ... me ... I am going to be a randi again ... pyasi choot and all!"

"I thought you had blocked his number." I tried to argue back. "When we returned from the last trip to India."

"No." Neetu shook her head. "His texts ... they make me wet, Gopal. It was the one thing that kept me sane in that first year."

"Oh." I turned to my wife and to her surprise, kissed her on the lips.

SMOOCH!

Even as Neetu was unwilling, I kissed her passionately for a bit before continuing.

"I know the last three years has not been easy." I admitted. "And partly ... I know. Because ... after our last holiday ... something changed. I thought, by hiring Bhola, he can give you some little fun ... for a few weeks. Something I haven't been able to. Um ... for many reasons."

I was actually admitting to my wife, for the first time, that I was hiring a stud for her. To pleasure her. To satisfy her sexually in bed. Something that I hadn't done in a while.

Neetu looked at me, and then smiled.

"Fun for me? Sure. But ... Bhola is fun for you too, isn't it?" She stated, and then added, "You cuckold!"

I could only hide my face as I turned a bright red.

"You have hired him to fuck me." She added. "Again. My dear cuckold."

"I know you will love it." I tried to shrug nonchalantly. "You enjoy sex with him. And so I thought ... why not? It will just be for our holiday. A little extra holiday sex for you."

Neetu suddenly grabbed my right ear with her hand and gave it a firm twist.

"Oh, no my dear husband. You don't get off so easily this time, cuck."

I made a puzzled expression, even as Neetu's fingers sharply grasped my ear.

"What do you mean, my love?"

"You have always enjoyed Bhola making me a slut." Neetu told me and sharply twisted my ear again. "I am the cheating wife committing adultery, he is the stud man servant banging the memsaab, and you are the secret cuckold sahib enjoying all of this from another room. Not again, my love. This time, you don't get to play from the shadows, my dear husband. I am not going to be the villain in our story anymore, Gopal. Either you find another servant, perhaps a lady, or you participate FULLY in our sexual experiments this time."

"Er ... participate fully? Villain? What do you mean, my love?"

Neetu released her hold on my ear, and then leaned in and kissed my lips.

SMOOCH!

We kissed for a full five minutes. I was now very hard.

"Tell me," Neetu commanded me, as she rubbed my cock. "Think back ten years ago. How did it feel when you watched ... when you saw ... for the very first time ... Bhola's big cock first enter me? Your servant ... for the very first time ... fucking ... your dear darling sweet innocent wife?"

"I ... I ..." I croaked. "It was surreal, babe. I mean, we had been talking about it for so long. And then suddenly ... you were having sex with Bhola. One minute he was my servant, and the next minute he was confidently mounting you."

"He was making me his randi." Neetu purred, as she rubbed my phallus. "He was making me his slut. He was ... cuckolding you. He was making my dear hubby a cuckold!"

"Yes." I nodded. "And then you were kissing him ... and he was fucking you. And you were moaning ... moaning so loudly."

"I was enjoying it ... he was fucking me ... the way I had never been fucked before in my life." Neetu told me. "To be honest, at that moment ... if you had come into the room and stopped me, I don't think I would have. The way that man fucks me ... I would do anything to be fucked like that."

She suddenly stopped rubbing me, and I looked at her. She has a slight smile on the corner of her lips, as she once again caught hold of my ear.

"Is that what you want, my love?" I asked her, as she twisted my ear again. "For me ... to ... come out ... to Bhola? For him to ... shame me ... as a cuckold?"

Neetu gave my ear another twist, and then released her hold on it, and once again leaned in and kissed my left cheek, even as I saw her nod very slightly.

SMOOCH!

"Honey." She told me. "We ARE a cuckold couple. Like it or not, it's not just me who had fun with Bhola - we both did. We both enjoyed a relationship that explored our sexuality - both yours and mine - though my freedom to enjoy another man. I mean ... you are a man who was masturbating while I, your wife, was enjoying myself with another man - Bhola!"

Even though she had stopped rubbing me, my cock remained hard, and even gave a twitch as she talked about Bhola - a fact not lost on both of us. Neetu leaned in and kissed me again.

SMOOCH!

"In your heart, you are a generous man." My wife continued. "Who but a generous man would share his wife sexually with other men? It's that spirit of generosity that makes me love you even more. Even though ... you are a cuckold ... you are my cuckold. I care for you. But ... my dear cuckold ... Gopal ... I feel you have enjoyed this relationship too much in a one-sided manner."

"How so, my love?" My tongue finally found some words. "You did enjoy yourself with Bhola. I watched you and ... as you said ... I masturbated. But you were the one having sex outside of marriage. You were the one enjoying physical sex. So how can you say it was I who enjoyed it in a one-sided manner?"

Neetu sighed. Once again, she caught hold of my ear.

"My dear cuckold. I was the slut. I was the adulteress. I was the fallen woman." She replied, giving my ear a good and painful tug. "Yes, you were an object of scorn. An object of ridicule. That night on New Year's Eve, as each man fucked me, and each man deposited his cum inside me, they mocked you. My cuckold husband."

"But also ... everyone pitied you." Neetu took a deep breath and continued, "My poor cuckold husband. They sympathized with you, even if they laughed at you behind your back while fucking me, your wife. I was the shameless woman, said Sabbir, the village elder, even as he buried his cock inside me, even as he SLAPPED me for being a batchalan aurat, while you were someone to be pitied! I was the one accused of debauchery, even as you were enjoying the scene from another room!"

"Darling... I ..." I tried to interrupt, but Neetu shushed me, even as she twisted my ear painfully.

"I was spanked, I was slapped, I was called names for betraying my husband!" My wife continued, pulling on my ear sharply. "Men after men from the village came into room and did what they wanted with me, as I lay there helplessly with my legs spread open, cum running down my thighs and on my face, and all the time they were calling me names for participating in immorality and being disloyal to you! And what were you doing? Wanking off ... listening to these men stuffing my holes with their dicks and filling me with their cum! You also enjoyed ... but only I got the bad name! People think of you as a wimp and a cuckold, but not as a cheat! In fact, you are in it as much as me!"

"Darling." I spoke, as Neetu stopped her rant, and let go of my stinging ear. "If ... if it becomes known ... that I am ... a cuckold ... in our family ... do you realize the shame ... the dishonour ... the humiliation? Not just on me ... but on our family? Our kids?"

Neetu slowly nodded, and then touched my cock with one finger. My penis was rock hard.

"Your little penis disagrees." She stated. "You are hard."

It was true. I was hard. And once again she was calling my penis little.

"It is true that I enjoyed being a cuckold." I tried to somewhat pacify her. "But isn't it also true that you enjoyed more? I have seen you have sex with Bhola, and one thing is very obvious. How you ... respectfully ... yes that's the word ... how you respectfully fondle his manly cock far differently than how you touch me. You respect him because he gets you off in a way I do not."

My wife looked at me.

"Is that what you think of me?"

I didn't know what to say. Neetu did, however. She leaned in and pressed her lips against mine.

SMOOCH!

We kissed for a long time.

"My darling." She finally said, as we came up for air. "I love you like I love no one else in the world. You ARE my world. If I never have sex with Bhola again, I would be sad ... yes ... but I will happily give it up for a lifetime with you. And I love giving you pleasure. You are my husband. This is why ... this time ... I want you to participate ... I want you to share me with Bhola. Instead of making me the bad person, this time I want you to fully take responsibility for the filth we are going to engage in."

We kissed again.

SMOOCH!

"As I suck his cock," Neetu continued, as she started to stroke me again. "I want to look up and see you in the room. This is what you have craved for also. Yes, I need a real cock, but you also want to see ME enjoy a real man! I will get as much pleasure from Bhola's cock as I will from watching you masturbate and stroke your little peepee, because I know you will feel the joy every cuckold craves. And I long to see that. It is inevitable. I hope you understand. My dear cuckold."

"Darling." I croaked. "Bhola has no idea that I know. If he finds out ..."

"So what?" Neetu shrugged. "Instead of staying back in the bedroom like a pervert and sending your own wife to 'cheat' on you, I want you to get your hands dirty as well. You must own up to his fantasies in front of my bull. It is time you accepted the fact that Bhola is the real man in our married life, and you are just a mere cuckold."

"Really?"

"Yes. Next time, I want you to be there. I want you to masturbate while you watch him fuck me. I want you to see up close how much I love his big cock!" Neetu gushed. "I want you in the room, to hear me moan, to see my toes curl, and watch me cum as I get fucked, over and over again. I want you to see, physically up close, another man put his dick in my mouth. I want you to SEE him cum all over your pretty wife's face."

I couldn't contain myself anymore. I climbed onto her, and with one push I had plunged my hardness into her. I was by now so aroused by our talk, that I knew I wouldn't last long, nor did I try to. A couple of strokes and I exploded in my wife. Neetu casually stroked and caressed my buttocks as I continued to empty my cum into her.

"My love." She asked me again, repeating herself, patting my ass even as I lay there, catching my breath. "It took just a few seconds for you to cum inside me. And it was because you are thinking of Bhola fucking your wife. I think that it is time that you accept Bhola is my bull, and you are my cuckold husband. Tell me ... do you accept him as a superior man?"

"Er ... yes, I do, my love."

"Do you promise to share me, your wife, with Bhola, our servant, and participate in our sexual adventures in India?"

There was only one answer I could give that would make my dear wife happy.

"I do, my love." I replied, not meaning it in the slightest. "I do."

As I slowly found myself getting aroused again, I lifted myself off my wife.

"So," Neetu looked at me, her eyes twinkling. "When are you going to call him? And tell Bhola?"

"Now?" I asked incredulously.

"Why not?" Neetu asked, as she casually brushed my penis with her toes.

"Not now." I pleaded, trying to think. "We might ... I don't know ... scare him off. I can tell him in India. Slowly... naturally ..."

"Hmm." I could see that Neetu wasn't too convinced. "Are you trying to get off the hook and make me the batchalan aurat again?"

"No ... no." I shook my head, lying earnestly. "I promise I will come out to Bhola. Let's go to India first."

"Remember, jaanu," Neetu reminded me gently. "I won't make a move this time without any effort from you. I can control myself from getting pounded by my favorite bull, but will you be able to resist the temptation of watching me be taken by his long, thick cock, my dear cuckold?"

I gulped. This was the moment I realized that our marriage was changing. Again. It was now clear that my wife was now establishing herself as the boss in our marriage and setting new guidelines to our evolving sexual relationship. So why was I agreeing to this?

My wife was a good woman. She made my dick hard, not my life. She knew of my imperfections, and still chose to love me.

"Even after Bhola soils me with his cum," Neetu continued, "Do you promise to reclaim me as your loyal wife? Do you promise to defend my honour even as I am called a fallen woman, a randi, and another man's cum is leaking out from in between my thighs?"

"Yes, my love, I do. I am your cuckold. I love you. I will obey you."

"You realize Bhola may start to openly mock you." Neetu warned me. "He may even decide he wants to share me ... again. Perhaps with ... oh I don't know ... your cousin Manav."

Why did she bring up Manav? Did she know that I knew ... that he fucked her?

"I ... I understand, my dear."

Neetu raised an eyebrow at my lack of reaction to Manav's name being dropped but didn't say anything for a bit.

"Our marriage will now be forever changed on his holiday, Gopal." She finally said after a couple of minutes. "I will never again be just your wife. I will be a slut wife, and you my cuckold husband, and Bhola my bull."

"Er ... yes, my love."

"I am sure Bhola will relish the new role." Neetu murmured, almost to herself. "He will want to take charge. You will be subject to some serious humiliation, Gopal."

Neetu then closed her lips around mine, and we kissed for some time. Surprisingly, in less than twenty minutes, I found myself ready to go again. And so was Neetu. I guess me being a cuckold, and Neetu a cuckold's wife, suited us as a married couple.

At least that is what I told myself. If only I knew what I was getting into.

* * *

"I hope things are comfortable for you two, sahib." Bhola told us, even as his eyes once again glanced furtively at my wife.

It was the first week of June, and it was very hot in Pune. We had just arrived today afternoon from Chennai and Bhola was there to greet us at the condo - the agent had let him in that morning. We have rented this nice condo for out stay here. Bhola had cleaned up and prepared a nice meal for us.

The whole day he had followed Neetu around the apartment like a besotted puppy. Neetu, to my amusement, coldly rebuffed any jokes or innuendo Bhola was making, and seemed to play the role of a chaste housewife busy with unpacking after the trip.

It was now nighttime, and still hot. I had forgotten how hot it could get in Pune in June. We were in our bedroom and Bhola was helping me take a look at the air conditioner unit. We finally got it set up and blasting cool air.

"This A/C will only work in our bedroom, and there is one more in the living room." Neetu complained. "The kitchen will always be hot."

"It's an older condominium complex, memsaab." Bhola replied. "That's why it's so large, but they don't have central air conditioning here. But we can get some fans. At least now you can sleep comfortably."

"Do you have an air conditioner in your room?" Neetu asked Bhola. "Is it working?"

"Yes, memsaab." Bhola nodded, and then added with a subtle emphasis, "It's as comfortable in my bedroom as it is here in yours, memsaab."

"But not in the kitchen." My wife sighed, completely ignoring yet another of his innuendos. "I have to spend the time there the most, and it doesn't have any cooling!"

"Why don't you wear your nightgowns!" I suddenly had an idea. "The satin ones - you know - you wear in our home back in Canada. You brought them, right? They should keep you cool and comfortable, instead of this heavy sari you are wearing. You are at home, babe!"

Neetu made a face at me.

"Those ones!" She scoffed. "They leave nothing to the imagination!"

"Oh, what are you worried about!" I insisted. "Bhola is like our family ... and besides he has surely seen you in those nightgowns before!"

And not to mention, a lot less!

"Maybe I should leave." Bhola coughed. "I have to tidy up in the kitchen."

"No, wait." I turned to my wife. "Remember Neetu, when we lived in India, ten years ago, you used to wear those nighties at home that showed off your beautiful legs? Bhola was with us at that time ... and you didn't mind. And I am sure neither did he!"

Neetu blushed a deep red, and I could see Bhola was a bit uncomfortable too. I carried on.

"You also dressed very comfortably around Bhola when it got hot." I reminded her. "You would wear blouse and a petticoat, and no sari! Your full waist and your navel were exposed in front of Bhola, and none of us cared! I know for sure Bhola didn't complain!"

Once again Neetu blushed even more, and Bhola shuffled uncomfortably.

"Look." I tried to reason with Neetu. "I don't want the heatwave to make you sick. Inside these walls, you don't have to worry about anyone but us, and I am sure Bhola won't mind!"

I turned to Bhola.

"Bhola, tell me." I cornered him. "Will it bother you if your memsaab wore something more comfortable, maybe a bit more revealing, simply because it is too hot here. After all, we don't view you as an outsider. I don't care if my wife wears a lingerie in front of you."

"Er ... Sahib." Bhola croaked. "It is not my decision."

"Just tell me." I insisted. "If your memsaab wears only a blouse and a petticoat, and no sari, do you mind? Or a very small nightie that is very revealing, but also comfortable?"

"Er ... sahib." Bhola stammered. "This is now your house, and I mean ... this is now her house. If she feels comfortable, she can wear whatever she likes. She should be relaxed, after all. Don't worry about me, sahib. I am just your servant."

I turned to my wife. Neetu sighed, and then gave me a knowing smile.

"Alright, my dear, you have convinced me." She tossed her head. "Of course I am comfortable with Bhola. I know at least he won't ogle my big butt when my nightie rides up my huge ass!"

Poor Bhola! He was so unused to this, and I could see a bulge in his crotch as we spoke.

"Memsaab." He croaked. "You don't have a big ass. I always thought ..."

He shut up suddenly, as if afraid he spoke too much.

"You thought what?" I coaxed Bhola. "Don't worry, Bhola. You are family. Say it. I always told Neetu she has a beautiful butt. It's fleshy, and shapely, but not obscenely big. What do you think, Bhola?"

"Sahib." Bhola rasped. "You are a very lucky man. Memsaab is a very beautiful lady."

"But do you think she has a big butt?" I insisted, and then turned to Neetu. "Dear, can you turn around a bit? Let Bhola see your ass, and he can answer."

Neetu gave me an exasperated look, but then grinned and turned around. She was wearing a sari, but it clung to her back, and the sweat made the sari slip into the crack of her ass.

"Bend over a bit." I commanded Neetu. Neetu once again sighed but complied. She bent over slightly, mooning us.

"There," I turned back to Bhola. "I always told Neetu she does not have a big butt, but she is always so conscious of it. What do you say, Bhola?"

"Er, Sahib." Bhola had a puzzled note in his voice, but he now spoke more clearly. "I always thought memsaab had a very nice shape to her body, including her buttocks. She has a very ... um ... good figure. Her ... um ... ass is shapely, as you said, but attractive."

"There you go." I spoke to Neetu now. "No need to be self conscious, honey."

"Good." Neetu, still bent over, gave a sigh. "Now that you two men have ogled me, objectified me, and commented on my buttocks and its shape and size, can I get up now?"

"Oh, yes, dear."

"Sahib, I need to go clean up the kitchen." Bhola told me.

"Yes, you better tidy up in the kitchen and go to bed." I told him. "It's getting late. We need to sleep too."

"Er ... yes, sahib." Bhola was only too glad to leave. I closed the door and turned to look at Neetu.

I was so horny that I didn't even wait for my wife to start stripping. I scooped Neetu up in my arms and began to kiss her lips slowly. Her whole body was pressed against me.

"Oh, my love." She murmured softly as I looked into my wife's eyes and kissed her forehead gently. We kissed again as we both lay down on the bed.

I began to unbutton her blouse and kissed her nipples as they came into view. Neetu closed her eyes, and I could feel her body gently start to hum and shiver. I took off my shirt and straddled myself on top of my wife.

"Oh, babe!" Neetu murmured, as she wrapped her own arms around me, and we kissed passionately. "Meri jaan!"

Soon we were both stark naked, and I was rock hard. We had been making out for almost twenty minutes. I looked deeply into my wife's eyes and pushed myself slowly into her.

"Darling." Suddenly Neetu told me, as I tried to push even deeper into her. "Don't cum inside me, please, babe."

"Er ... why?" To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Neetu had never stopped me from ejaculating inside her. With my sperm count, pregnancy was not an issue.

I kissed her, almost biting at her lips, and she too kissed back eagerly. Her body and her hips were moving, even as I rocked against her. A low moan erupted from her, and I felt her body shudder a couple of times. I once again tried to push inside her deep.

"Gopal." Neetu whimpered, almost battling her own orgasm. "Stop!"

I looked at her, a bit surprised, as things were flowing very smoothly between us.

"I ... I want to ... visit Bhola tonight." Neetu pleaded with me. "Please ... don't cum in me. I ... I want to be ... clean for him. Please. You are the cuckold. Respect my wishes."

"Ugh." I was so close, but still, obeying her, I withdrew from her.

My hips started to buckle, and I orgasmed right there, spilling my seed on her thighs. Neetu let me catch my breath, before hugging me tightly and kissing my cheeks.

"Darling, thank you." Neetu whispered to my ear. "Thank you so much! I love you. You're my everything ... you mean the world to me."

We kissed for a long time, and lay there for a while, before Neetu patted my buttocks.

"Darling. My dear cuckold." She instructed, a smile on her lips. "Please clean me. I need to be presentable before I go to my lover!"

"Er ... clean?"

"Get some tissues and clean me up, babe." Neetu clicked her tongue impatiently. "As a cuckold this is going to be your recurring duty, so you should know how to do it."

"Er ... of course."

Getting some tissues, I cleaned her thoroughly. Neetu then got up and put on her clothes. I watched as she put on the petticoat, the panties, and then the bra, blouse and finally the sari. She then turned towards me.

"Tonight, I just want to enjoy myself with Bhola. I will leave the door open to Bhola's room." She told me. "The lights will be off, but you can stand outside and watch quietly, without him knowing."

As I looked at her, Neetu grinned, and then suddenly wrapped her arms around my balls.

"If you want," My wife told me, gently squeezing my testicles. "You can come into the room too. And be our servant, my dear cuckold."

She was taunting me, mocking me to come out to our servant tonight itself as the cuckold. Without saying much more, Neetu left.

I didn't follow immediately. A lot of thoughts were going through my head, each one crashing into the other, and I just wanted to pause and understand what was happening.

I was one of the world's most international cuckolds, I thought ruefully. I had rented a place in another country, across the oceans, and flown there, so another man could fuck my wife every night. What an idiot I was!

And now, I waited. Waited for almost thirty minutes. Waited for the inevitable.

It took a while, but then, once again, I heard those familiar noises. Noises that had been etched into my brain for a long time. Noises that tormented my nightmares every night.

SQUEAK! CREAK!

SQUEAK! CREAK!

The bed in the next room was rocking.

Once more a deep sense of humiliation, embarrassment, shock, as well as arousal, all flooded my system, as I listened to the noises of the bed in my servant's room shaking to and forth.

Slowly I tiptoed out of our room, without making a noise, and then peered into Bhola's room through the slightly ajar door.

Thanks to the dim light that made its way from outside into the room, I could figure out that Neetu was on her back, her legs spread wide. My wife was completely naked, her clothes on the floor, and her large boobs were bouncing happily. Bhola was on top of her, mounting her, and his large cock was slowly spreading my wife's pussy as he entered her.

I stood there by the doorway, my own cock rock hard, watching my servant Bhola continuing to thrust inside my wife.

"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu was moaning loudly. "Mmmmm!"

As always, it was a sight to behold to watch Bhola majestically fuck my hot wife. Equally impressive was to see how well my wife was taking his monster sized cock in and out of her cunt. Bhola, as I have said before, knew how to fuck a married lady, and he had the stamina to match. Right now, he was almost pulling out of Neetu completely, to the edge of the tip, and then with a grunt pushing himself back into my wife's cunt, right up to the balls, so his giant cock was completely buried inside her, and his testicles slapped against her asshole.

Bhola, who was so deferential and polite in my presence, and so docile when my wife would order him in the kitchen, was now a real animal as he powerfully banged my wife.

"Oh Bhola!" Neetu moaned. "I am going to cum again! Oh, Bhola! You make me so wet! You are an animal, Bhola!"

Bhola's response was to pick up the pace, slamming himself down into her tight pussy, over and over again, as my wife convulsed and spasmed, nails digging into the bedsheets. It seemed like she was now orgasming for the third time, and he was yet to ejaculate. Hell ... I was ready to cum watching him bang my wife. Suddenly I realized what Neetu had been telling me about being a cuckold.

Oh, I would love to kiss her right now, as she is being fucked by another man. To have him mock me, taunt me, as he railed my wife ...

"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola grunted. "I am ready to cum."

"Please put on a condom, Bhola." Neetu's voice was suddenly very brisque and business like. "As I told you."

"Memsaab, please." It was suddenly surreal to watch the usually dominant Bhola plead to Neetu. "I need to cum. Inside you. It is more fun doing it raw like this."

"Put on a condom, Bhola." Neetu repeated, suddenly her voice ice cold. "I enjoy these sessions, Bhola, but I just had my periods, and I am NOT on birth control, and we can't afford any accidents."

Bhola seemed to want to say something, but then thought better of it. There was a sharp sploshing sound as he pulled out of my wife's hole.

"Oh, my dear Bhola." Even as he fumbled with the condom, Neetu lovingly stroked Bhola's turgid and wet cock, ensuring her lover remained hard. "Let me help you."

Neetu helped put the condom on Bhola's cock, and with a powerful grunt, our servant once again plunged into my wife.

"Ready to cum?" Neetu grinned. "In another man's wife? Inside your favourite randi? Again?"

"Oh, memsaab." Bhola rammed into her. "My slut! I wish I could fill you up!"

SMOOCH!

"Just pretend the condom isn't there, Bhola!" Neetu murmured, as she kissed him on his cheek.

Bhola rammed into her again, pounding her.

"OH BHOLA!" Neetu cried out. His face became contorted, and his ass moved fast as he started to ejaculate, slamming into my wife again and again.

"Mmmmm ... Mmmmmmm ..." Neetu was moaning uncontrollably as yet another orgasm took hold of her. Finally, Bhola's his ass stopped jerking like an out-of-control piston, and the two of them stopped moving and moaning.

"Oh, memsaab." Bhola sighed and kissed my wife loudly on the lips.

SMOOCH!

I watched, jealous, as Neetu and Bhola kissed for a long time. He was still balls deep in my wife as he recovered his strength. After a while he pulled himself out of Neetu and they kissed again.

SMOOCH!

Even as they made out, I could see Neetu lovingly stroke Bhola all over, her hands caressing his back and his bum.

"What's up with that cuckold husband of yours, memsaab?" Bhola suddenly asked.

"Why? What happened?" Neetu asked lazily, as she continued to caress her bull.

"This evening. When he was asking me about your butt. And whether I mind seeing you in a nightie." Bhola laughed. "What an idiot! If only he knew I have FUCKED his wife in the butt!"

"Must we talk about him!" Neetu asked, again lovingly stroking Bhola's cheeks. "He's a cuckold. Let's let it at that!"

"Well." Bhola was thoughtful. "He never ... um ... displayed you like that before!"

"It's something he has been doing for a while now." Neetu remarked. "He is proud of me ... and my figure ... and the fact that I am his wife."

Once again, I was amazed at how smoothly my wife could lie. This was the first time I had done something like this, and only with Bhola, and here Neetu was, insinuating this was a common thing.

"Really?" Bhola was incredulous.

"Yes," Neetu nodded. "He will tell his friends, back in Canada, look how gorgeous my wife is. Or he will grab and kiss me in front of others. And then comment on how sexy I look. Or how lovely ... and um ... shapely ... my butt is."

"He's a pathetic cuckold." Bhola declared. "I should just go wake him up now and tell him I am fucking his wife."

"Maybe ..." Neetu murmured. "You should, Bhola."

Was she really considering it?

"No, it's more fun fucking you behind his back." Bhola laughed. He seemed to chicken out of his own idea of telling me about it. "It is amazing that your cuckold husband is still asleep. You made quite the din, memsaab, as I fucked you! I had to cover your mouth at times!"

"Oh, my husband and his sleep!" Neetu laughed. "He could sleep through a storm! You could fuck me beside him, and he wouldn't wake up!"

"And we left the door open too. You wanted it that way." Bhola reminded my wife. "I was puzzled, because I know how loud you can get, randi. And still your husband is asleep!"

I knew why left the door open, I thought. She wanted me to watch.

"Is that why ..." Neetu teasingly nibbled at Bhola's ear. "You were a little gentle with me today, Bhola? Because you are ... afraid ... of waking my husband? Are you ... scared ... of what Gopal will do? Remember ... as you said, he's a pathetic cuckold! A loser!"

"Oh, and you are such a slut, memsaab!" Bhola grinned at her and patted her cheek. "Show me your cheeks, saali! Time for me to punish you the way a slut should be punished!"

Neetu laughed, and playfully jutted out her cheeks at him. I knew what Bhola was going to do next.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Bhola slapped her a few times, hard and fast. My wife gamely hung on, even as her cheeks became red.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Oh, Bhola." My wife murmured. "You are the only man I allow to slap me. Why do I do this, my love?"

She was again calling him 'my love'.

"Because memsaab, you are a married woman who is a slut, and you are MY slut." Bhola laughed and slapped her again.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Ok, slut, let me throw this condom in the bin and I will be back." Bhola smirked at her. "Time for round 2. Turn around and show me that big bouncing ass of yours."

* * *

An hour later, as Neetu got into our bed, she gently poked at me.

"Darling, are you awake?" She asked.

I opened my eyes. Neetu kissed me.

SMOOCH!

"Yes, my love, now I am fully awake." I looked at my wife. "Had fun?"

"Oh, babe!" Neetu gushed and kissed me again. "He was as amazing as ever! Thanks for hiring him again! Did you watch?"

I nodded, unable to verbalize that yes, I watched her have sex with Bhola.

"Did you like the view, hubby?" Neetu continued. "Did you jack off as you watched a real man pound the shit out of your wife?"

I nodded again, unable to talk. Neetu, realizing this, leaned in to kiss me again.

SMOOCH!

"You would rather watch a real man fuck me than fucking me yourself!" Neetu commented. "When I asked you to not cum in me, you obliged. Admit it! You prefer knowing I am about to get properly fucked by Bhola, to actually fucking me yourself, don't you?"

Once again, humiliated and embarrassed, I couldn't say anything, but just nod helplessly at my wife's taunts.

"I know this is hard for you, hun." She told me. "You are feeling jealous, hurt, or even emasculated. I thought you liked feeling those things by now, my cuckold. From today, you are just going to have to accept the fact that Bhola is my number one lover. My bull. My man."

"Yes, my dear." I then ventured a question, finally getting the strength to form words. "You told him to use a condom, my love. Usually, you let Bhola cum inside you."

"We talked about this, babe." Neetu replied, and then she kissed me again. "You know we can't afford any accidents. Two kids are what we can afford now."

"Thank you for remembering this; my love." I told her, really appreciating that she had that self control. "I was afraid you would let him cum inside you again."

"Well," Neetu had a mischievous grin. "You could have come and stopped us."

"I ... I ..." I stammered. "I still need a little time to come out, my dear."

"Hmm." Neetu thought of something to say, and then seemed to discard her thoughts. She leaned in and kissed me again.

SMOOCH!

We made out for some time.

"Want to fuck?" I asked, somewhat hopefully. "I ... I need to cum."

Neetu looked me. Her eyes seemed to have some type of look ... pity? Scorn? Sympathy? I couldn't make it.

"Not now, my love." She said, leaning in to kiss me again. "I ... um ... I don't feel very clean now. Haven't taken a shower ... and a little bit tired, honey. Also, I am really sore from his much bigger cock. I promise I will make it up to you later. Can we just go to sleep now?"

"Um ... sure, babe." I had a question for her though. "Um ... my love ... I saw what ... what Bhola ... did to you ... after."

Neetu sighed, clicking her tongue in annoyance.

"You mean ... you saw him slap me?" She asked in an irritated tone. "What of it? Are you upset that he slapped me, or that ... I let him, do it to me?"

I again nodded, unable to verbalize the fact that I had watched another man slap my wife and didn't do anything. Worse, I personally had known this for years, but this was the first time I was confronting her about it, and still, I couldn't speak properly to her on it.

"You could have come in and confronted him." Neetu reminded me. I nodded, once again unable to find the words.

"Darling." Neetu gently patted my cheeks. "You are not man enough to confront Bhola. Go to sleep. Bhola has always done this to me, and worse ... and I enjoy it. Don't think about it too much, my cuckold. There are some things you, as my husband, will never get. Sometimes a wife just needs a good hard pounding. That's what bulls are for. And if said bull wants to slap me, why not? I like it. I WANT him to slap me. That should be enough for you."

"But ... it looked ... painful!"

"Again, don't worry about it, babe. As a cuckold, just be happy your wife is enjoying it. And getting the pleasure that you are unable to give. Now ... I am tired. And you are boring me, my dear. Let us just go to sleep."

... you are boring me, my dear ...

In a matter of minutes, Neetu was sleeping soundly next to me, in the nude, clearly happy and content after the hard fucking she had received from Bhola. For me ... I could hardly sleep due to a mix of arousal and excitement and humiliation at my wife's taunts. When I eventually managed to get some sleep, my dreams were plagued with the images of Bhola's thick giant cock stretching my wife apart, her moans and the look on her face as she had him ejaculate inside her.

* * *

Around 4 am there was a sudden call on my cell phone. I quickly rubbed my eyes and grabbed my cell, even as Neetu continued to sleep soundly.

"Hello?"

It was my office back in Ottawa. Even in my sleep I tried to quickly surmise the time there. It was must have been 6 pm there. It was a Sunday though ... no one should be in the office. Or working from home.

"Gopal." It was my manager. "We have an issue."

One of our applications in production was down. The site was running on the backup server, but without many of the features enabled. This is why my manager was calling me.

"I am unable to get hold of the company." He grumbled. "They are actually based out of Pune."

This was the bane with outsourcing from Canada to India. You hired a team out of India to develop mission critical sites and when things went wrong, it was hard to get hold of them because ... it was India.

"Can you go to their office?" My manager asked me. "I know it's a Sunday ... but if you get the problem resolved ... you can take tomorrow ... your night ... off."

"OK, I will do it first thing in the morning." I told him. "My morning. Should be straight forward."

That turned out to be a big understatement. First of all, the company was surprised to see someone from Canada show up in their Pune office, that too on a Sunday morning. They were open because they had other departments serving other companies every day of the week. The receptionist called the manager responsible for our account and I told him to come to the office at once. He tried to deflect and make excuses, but I wasn't having any of it. Our company was a big account for them, so they had to listen to me. Finally, when their full development team was called, I sat with them to work through the problem.

It took pretty much the whole day. Finally, around 8 pm (yes, pm) the site was back up and running smoothly, and I was happy. I drove back and reached home around 930 pm. It had been a long day. My very first remote workday in Pune.

Neetu was angry.

"Where were you the WHOLE day?" She burst out at me as I sat down to eat some dinner. "I called you several times, sent you text messages, but you only replied once."

"Darling." I tried to pacify her. "I was really busy."

"Hmmph!" Neetu made a face. "Some people would take five minutes out of their busy schedule to talk to their wife. But not you."

She was angry.

After dinner, I took a hot shower. When I got out, to my surprise, my wife, dressed in a pink and black lingerie, was already in bed, covers drawn.

"My love." I nudged her, as I got into bed beside her. "You are angry."

Neetu turned towards me, pouting.

"Tell me, my love." I leaned into her, attempting to kiss her. "What happened?"

To my surprise, my wife stopped me, and then reached out and grabbed my ear.

"Tell me, Gopal." She said, twisting my ear hard, and pulling me firmly by the ear towards her. "Even today ... a whole day has passed ... still you have not come out to Bhola."

"My love ... my darling." I tried to soothe my angry wife even as she painfully pinched my earlobes. "I was so busy ... all day ... I really didn't have the time."

"What about now?" My wife asked, as she held me by the ear. "You are here now. Bhola is in here room. Go on ... Gopal ... you promised."

"My love." I tried to make an excuse. "Please. I am so tired today. And it's late at night. Maybe tomorrow."

"Maybe. Hmmph." My wife finally let go of my stinging ear. "I am thinking, Gopal, you are not going to tell him. If I am going to continue this illicit affair by myself, I might as well leave tomorrow and go visit my mother."

"Err ... no ... no ... why?" I was perplexed. "Don't you ... aren't you ... enjoying yourself?"

My wife rolled her eyes.

"That is NOT the point!" She murmured. "I like what happened today ... but ..."

"So ... something DID happen today!" Suddenly I got excited and had a grin on my face. "Tell me, what happened!"

Neetu looked at me and shook her head angrily.

"You don't get it ... do you, Gopal?" She asked, exasperated. "Yes ... of course we fucked! What do you think will happen? The whole house was empty ... we were alone ... I was helpless ... Bhola took advantage completely! The moment we were alone he attacked me ... I was powerless ... he fucked me nonstop ... everywhere in the house ... multiple times! The bedroom ... the kitchen ... the bathroom ... even out on the balcony, on the terrace, under the open skies and the sun!"

"Oh, wow." I exclaimed, before I could help myself. "Even on the terrace!"

"I am this close to slapping you, Gopal." Neetu told me, narrowing her eyes. "A man fucks your wife on the terrace, and you get excited! You ... you promised to SHARE the experience this time! Instead, once more I am the cheating whore, being fucked by my servant, while my husband is the poor cuckold that doesn't know about his fornicating wife!"

"Look." I pleaded. "This is not easy for me. Just give me ... a few days ... please. I will come out to Bhola ... honest!"

"A few days!!!" Neetu suddenly got up from the bed.

"Yes, please, my love." I begged. "You think it's easy to just go an admit to someone that yes, I want him to fuck my wife?"

Neetu looked at me for a couple of minutes.

"I am giving you a few days. You better deliver." Neetu told me, standing up. "Even Bhola taunts me as a cheating whore, Gopal. I will not play the villain this time. I am a whore, yes, but I am not cheating. So ... either you confess to Bhola, or I will go to my mother's. And you can explain to YOUR parents why you are living alone in Pune."

"Where are you going now?" I asked my wife, as she headed for the door.

"Well ... since I am branded as a cheating whore ..." For the first time I saw a smile on Neetu's lips today. "I might as well be one."

"I ... I ..." I mumbled. "I thought we would get to ... you know ... enjoy a bit ourselves ... before ..."

"You are a cuckold, my love." Neetu laughed and repeated. "You get to enjoy being a cuckold. You can listen to us. And masturbate."

"Are you going to leave the door open again?" I asked, somewhat hopefully.

"Hmmm. Maybe." Neetu grinned. "And ... my love ... if you want to use ear plugs, I won't mind. I am going to be very loud. You are going to hear things. Things you will never hear when we are sleeping together. Things that may change your conception of what it means to be a cuckold."

Neetu left.

For some time, I didn't get up and go to the door to watch. I didn't have to. Soon the loud noises were carrying over to my room. Neetu wasn't kidding when she had said I should wear ear plugs.

CREAK! SQUEAK!

CREAK! SQUEAK!

The bed was rocking quite loudly, and sure enough there was Neetu's moans, and the sounds of the slapping of skin. Even after allegedly fucking her nonstop all day, Bhola hadn't had enough of Neetu. No doubt by now he had pinned down my helpless wife on the bed and was busy recklessly pounding into her. I took out my dick and started to stroke myself.

CREAK! SQUEAK!

CREAK! SQUEAK!

As Bhola's bed started to creak more and more, and I could hear the raw guttural sounds of sex waft through loud and clear.

"Oh Bhola!" My wife screamed. "Fuck me harder. Make this pussy yours."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

There was a lot of slapping, and sure enough my wife was getting quite the beating. Bhola was going to town on Neetu, treating my high-class wife as if she was nothing. He was calling her names, slapping her, spanking her, and fucking her. I couldn't help myself and started to cum helplessly as I stroked my cock.

Bhola had no such limitation. The noises went on for nearly an hour. Occasionally they would stop completely as the two rested, but they would restart again before too long. Neetu must had had four orgasms by the time Bhola was ready to ejaculate.

"Memsaab." I heard Bhola grunt. "Put the condom on me. I need to cum."

"Yes, Bhola."

I then heard Bhola give a raucous roar as he once again inserted his cock inside my wife and stared to cum.

"Oh, Bhola." Neetu moaned. "Your big dick feels so good in me. I can't get enough of it. I can't stop cumming with you!"

For some time there was silence as the two caught their breath. Then I heard Bhola bark his order.

"Memsaab." He instructed my compliant wife. "Stand up and get me the cane."

Cane?

"Yes, Bhola." I heard the bed creek as my wife got up.

"Good. Now stand by the chair. And bend over there. As I have taught you."

"Yes, Bhola."

What was happening? What had he "taught" her?

SWISH!

It was the sound of the cane coming down through the air and hitting something. Probably my wife's buttocks.

SWISH!

Bhola was caning my wife!

I slowly got up as I heard Bhola cane her a few times more. This I had to see.

However, I was completely naked. Hastily I put on some clothes and tiptoed into the dark to stand outside Bhola's room. The door was open only a very slight crack, and I peered in.

Bhola, completely naked, was standing near the centre of the room, sweat dripping on his muscular body. My eager wife, also shamelessly naked, was on her knees on the ground in front him, enthusiastically taking his huge manhood into her mouth. Bhola was big, and Neetu was trying to cram every inch of his monster cock down her throat, and my lovely wife was gagging, coughing, and spluttering all over it.

Bhola however wasn't interested in ejaculating into her mouth. Even as she deep throated him, almost reaching his balls, he kept calling her randi and slut and giving her the occasional sharp slap to her cheeks.

Neetu's pretty face was covered in saliva by the time she was roughly pulled to her feet by Bhola.

"Come, gaandi aurat." He told her, grabbing her by the hair and hauling her up harshly. Bhola sat down on the edge of the bed, and Neetu slowly lowered herself back onto his dick. She started riding him, first taking him in a few inches, then a few more, then to the base. I took out my own dick from my pants and started to rub it again.

I could only see Neetu's back and ass, but her head was thrown back in pleasure as she rode. Every now and then Bhola would spank her ass cheeks hard.

SMACK!

SMACK!

I was so transfixed by the sight of this man spreading my wife's pussy with his giant cock that I almost came there. Only, by sheer force of will, I stopped myself from having another orgasm. The noise would have given me away.

After some time Bhola made my wife stand up and turn around. This time he made Neetu place her hands on the bed, bending down so she could take his cock again. Bhola spit lavishly on his cock, got behind her and started to fuck her from the back.

"Oh Bhola! Oh Bhola!" Neetu continued to moan. "Gently. Please!"

Bhola had a big grin on his face as he railed my wife. I realized he was actually drilling her ass hole, and not her cunt.

"You are my slut!" He whispered to my wife, who nodded happily.

"Oh yes, Bhola. I am your slut."

"I fuck you better than your husband." Bhola continued. He spanked her loudly on her buttocks.

SPANK!

"Oh, yes, Bhola." My wife murmured.

Bhola then sharply pulled Neetu back by the hair and let out a silent groan. He was cumming in her ass. Neetu had a pained look on her face as she took his cum inside her rectum. Finally, the couple detached, and I saw a lot cum falling down my wife's thighs.

It was time for me to go back to my room.

And wonder how I was ever going to get out of my promise to my wife that I would come out to Bhola as a cuckold.

* * *

The next morning, I woke up late. It was almost lunch time, and it was a Monday in India. I knew tonight I had to work from 7 pm to about 3 am, so I could synchronize with Ottawa's Tuesday working hours. Gopal was in the kitchen with my wife, and he was busy chopping some carrots.

"Bhola." I said, as I walked into the kitchen. "This afternoon can you make the bed in my office room."

"Yes, sahib."

The third bedroom in the condo was the one I was using as the home office. It had a desk on which I had set up my laptop and home office stuff, and also a bed.

"I am going to be working with my office till about 3 am," I told Bhola. "I might just sleep there instead. My wife will be sleeping in our master bedroom and I don't want to disturb her. So ... I want you to clean and dust the office room properly."

"Yes, sahib."

Neetu was also in the kitchen, near the oven, stirring some dal. She was wearing a sari again. Clearly, she still didn't want to wear lingerie or nighties at home, for some reason. I walked up to behind her and hugged her from behind.

"Oh." She grunted, as I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pressed myself against her back, and kissed the nape of her neck. "Someone had a good night's sleep."

I continued to kiss her, even as my hands went upwards to her boobs.

"Oh Gopal!" Neetu sighed, even as I tweaked a nipple.

"Sahib." Gopal coughed uncomfortably. "Why don't I go and make your bed now in your office!"

"Bhola!" I ordered. "Continue chopping your carrots. Haven't you seen a man kiss his wife before?"

Or grope her boobs.

"Er ... as you say, sahib." Bhola croaked.

I continued to kiss the nape of my wife's neck and fondle her boobs. Neetu was now moaning rather loudly. I knew she was very sensitive about being kissed in the nape, and of course very receptive to her boobs being fondled. Through the corner of my eyes I saw that Bhola was watching us, even as he worked.

"You are wearing a blouse, Neetu." I commented, as I touched my wife's nipple. "And a bra."

"Well, duh, babe." Neetu murmured in reply.

"It's so hot in the kitchen." I commented. "Your boobs are sweaty, my love. I don't want you getting a rash."

"How can I wear a sari without a blouse and bra!" Neetu laughed.

"Bhola." I momentarily turned to Bhola. "Isn't it common in India for women not to wear a blouse or a bra? And just drape the sari over their breasts?"

"Er ... yes, sahib." Gopal was watching me curiously as he answered. This time he didn't stammer as much. I guess he was growing comfortable with me flaunting my wife around to him.

"Darling." I turned back to Neetu. "If you want to wear a sari, you can't wear a blouse or bra."

"Gopal!" Neetu exclaimed in mock horror.

My hands were on my wife's boobs. Very quickly, I flicked a couple of times, and the buttons on the blouse popped open. As I was behind Neetu, I simply caught hold of her arms and pulled the blouse downwards from the back. Helpless, Neetu could just stand there as I took off her blouse completely.

"Here, Bhola, catch." I tossed the blouse at my servant, who caught it.

"Now, your bra." I turned back to my wife.

"Please, babe." Neetu pleaded. "It's so embarrassing. Not in front of Bhola."

"It's ok." I told her. In one move I flicked open her bra from the back. "As Bhola said, women in India often just wear the sari, drawing it over their bosom. No blouse, no bra."

The bra fell to the floor. I bent down and picked it up and tossed it to Bhola.

"Put them in the washing machine." I ordered him. "And you," - I turned back to Neetu - "From now on ... if you are wearing a sari, no bra, no blouse. I don't want you to get any rash."

As Bhola watched, I patted my wife on her buttocks, and then pinched her ass and gave them a slight jiggle.

"Understood, Neetu?"

"Er ... yes, my dear."

* * *

The day passed rather uneventfully. Neetu worked around the house dressed only in the sari, as I had instructed her. Several times I saw Bhola try to catch a peek of her cleavage, especially from the side. Given that my wife's boob size was generous, especially after the two pregnancies, if you now stood beside her and glanced at her, a lot of side boob was now visible. Neetu however took care to tuck in the sari around her bosom, always trying to make sure her breasts were covered. Well, as modestly as she could while wearing no bra or blouse. I think she got comfortable in the end, especially because it was so hot in the kitchen.

After lunch we watched a movie, and then had tea on the terrace. Later in the week, we had plans to go out and explore the city, but today, we were taking it easy. After tea, Neetu suggested to me to go to our bedroom.

No sooner had we closed the doors we rushed towards each other. We could hardly keep our hands off each other, and very soon we were both naked and fucking. It was wild and passionate, and when I was ready to cum inside her, this time Neetu didn't stop me. I ejaculated inside my wife and remained inside her for a long time.

Who knew this would be the last time I would ejaculate inside her for a long time!

* * *

The sound of a rooster crowing loudly woke me up. I slowly rubbed my eyes and took a look at my cell phone for the time.

It was 8 am. I had worked till about 4 am in the morning and then had fallen asleep on the bed in my office room. I had barely the energy to walk back to our bedroom, and I expected to sleep till at least noon. And yet, the stupid rooster had woken me up.

I better go to the loo and then go back to sleep, I thought. I wonder if Neetu and Bhola had hooked up last night.

I knew that Bhola had gone to bed by around midnight, same as Neetu. Even as I worked, they both had gone to their respective rooms, and soon Neetu was fast asleep. Poor Bhola was going to be disappointed if I worked late every night - which I was going to - because of North America's time zones.

I got out of bed, stretched, and slowly opened the door.

"Mmm ... Bhola."

I froze. The sound of the words, uttered by my wife Neetu, suddenly stung at me and pierced my heart. It was early morning, and she was in Bhola's room, in his arms! The door to his room was open, and I could hear them both inside. Slowly, my sleep now completely gone, I tiptoed towards my servant's room and peered in.

SMOOCH!

Both of them were lying on the bed, and they were kissing. The covers were pulled up to their waists, but I could tell that they were both naked. As Bhola kissed my wife, his one hand squeezed a boob, while the other went inside the covers and smacked Neetu on her ass.

SMACK!

SMACK!

"Oh, Bhola!" My wife purred.

"You are such a slut, memsaab!" Bhola rebuked her. "Do you know in our village in Chennai, we still talk about you?"

He was talking about my ancestral village that we had visited for the wedding.

SMOOCH!

They kissed again.

"Tell me, Bhola." My wife murmured. "What do they say about me in your village in Chennai? Neetu ... the batchalan aurat!"

Bhola was now stroking and rubbing her everywhere.

"No one names their daughter Neetu in the village anymore." He told my wife. "Everyone knows about that night, and your name is now synonymous with being a slut, a whore, memsaab."

"Oh." Neetu murmured. I could see that she was very aroused now, even as they kissed again. "That sounds ... so ... dirty!"

SMOOCH!

"We have whorehouses there in the red-light area." Bhola continued, even as his hands played with my wife's breasts. "They now give something called 'the Neetu experience'. Which means 8 to 9 men can pay the madam to gangbang a young local hooker together. That is 'the Neetu experience', named after you, memsaab."

"Oh, Bhola. You are kidding."

"No, I am not." Bhola grinned, as he began to tweak my wife's nipples while squeezing her buttocks at the same time. "Back in the village, if a woman is dressed immodestly, we say she is being a 'Neetu'. Many of our streetside prostitutes now call themselves Neetu, memsaab! You are quite famous, my slut. Even now some of the villagers ask me if ever the Canadian randi memsaab will visit the village again."

"Oh, Bhola." Neetu sighed. I could see that she was getting heavily aroused by all this talk. "What will happen if I ever visit the village again?"

"The village panchayat will just pick you up from the street, memsaab." Bhola chuckled. "You will be locked up in some room, away from all the ladies, until every man in the village has ravaged you and had his way with you."

"Every man in the village? Oh Bhola! You are making me so horny."

As one of Bhola's hands continued to grope Neetu's huge breasts, while the other rubbed her between her legs, my wife started to cum right there.

"OOOOH Bhola!"

Bhola waited until my wife was done before he leaned in and calmly raised a hand.

SLAP!

He slapped my wife. Again and again. And she let him.

SLAP!

"You are such a slut, memsaab."

SLAP!

"Your poor husband has no idea what a batchalan aurat you are!"

SLAP!

"You are a married lady, and yet you are here on your servant's bed, fucking him."

SLAP!

"You should be ashamed of yourself! Getting aroused at the thoughts of being gangbanged by old villagers."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

I could see Neetu's fair skinned cheeks now bearing the red streaks of a dozen slaps. Bhola sat up in bed and pushed Neetu's heads towards his knees. My wife knew immediately what her lover wanted. She pulled the covers down until Bhola's huge cock sprang out and hit her on the face. Neetu smiled eagerly and opened her lips.

I watched as my dear wife started to suck our servant's giant cock. Slowly at fast, and then more frequently. Bhola held her firmly by the hair, even as she continued to deep throat his cock.

SLAP!

Bhola slapped her again.

"Do my asshole, slut!"

"Yes, Bhola."

I saw Bhola turn around until he was lying on his tummy, his buttocks now up. To my surprise, my wife buried her face between his ass cheeks!

"That's it, saali." Bhola crooned, as he spread his legs. "Lick my asshole."

For almost ten minutes I watched as my wife shamelessly rimmed my servant, running her tongue up and down his rectum.

"Ok, randi." Bhola finally commented, turning around and once more patting Neetu's cheeks. "Time for your morning fuck. But before that ..."

SLAP!

SLAP!

I could see that Bhola was now very hard. Neetu grabbed a condom from the side table, tore open the packaging and put it on his throbbing hardness. Bhola then positioned my wife on the bed so that she was now on her back, her legs spread eagled. My servant stretched his arms, looked at my eager wife, and with a grunt, he quickly mounted her. In one smooth move, Bhola plunged all of his hardness into her.

"OOOOH BHOLA!" Neetu cried out, as she was penetrated deeply. "AAAAH!"

It did not matter that Bhola was wearing a condom - it was clear that my wife was already having an orgasm, a powerful one. Bhola was now plowing in and out of her, bucking his hips wildly, slamming into her again and again.

"Oh yes! OH YES! OH YES!" Neetu continued to moan as our servant pummeled into her.

Suddenly Bhola stopped fucking her. My wife, her orgasm just ending, looked at Bhola in surprise.

"Get ready, my bitch." Bhola told Neetu, calmly raising his hand again.

SLAP!

"You are a batchalan aurat - a cheating whore."

"Oh yes, Bhola. I am."

SLAP!

"You are a married woman who defiles her own marital bed with her servant!"

"I am a slut, Bhola."

SLAP!

"Your husband worked hard all night, and now is sleeping, not knowing his slut of a wife is banging the servant."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

He slapped her again quite a few times, leaving dark red marks on her cheeks, insulting her, and shaming her, as I watched, rubbing my own hardness with my hand. Then, with a grunt, Bhola started to cum in her, inside the condom.

Neetu's eyes were closed as she was in the wild throes of an orgasm herself. I could see her toes were fully curled and her nipples erect. Bhola continued to grunt and flex, ejaculating in the condom. Finally, after what must have been at least a minute or two, their bodies both stopped moving and laid still.

I knew I couldn't go to the washroom now. The noise would give me away. I had to wait until Neetu was back in her own room. Somewhat slowly I started to walk back towards the office room.

* * *

Three days later, I woke up near about lunch hour. If you were keeping track, this was Thursday. It was less than a week since we had landed in Pune, even though a lot seemed to have happened.

After freshening up, I went to the kitchen. My wife was there, dressed in only a sari - no blouse, no bra! She was busy marinating chicken, while Bhola was peeling some onions.

"Hi, dear." I told her, getting behind her and slipping my arms around her.

"Hey, babe." My wife wriggled her body, trying to get out of my grasp. "Had a good sleep?"

"Oh yes." I was puzzled. Even as I tried to kiss my wife's neck, she moved out of the way and continued to marinate the chicken. It was clear that while for the last few days she had been ok with my attentions, today she wasn't as receptive.

"What are you making today?" I said once again pressing myself against her back and this time moving my hands forcefully to her hips.

"I am making chicken biryani." Neetu answered. Even as I kissed her neck, she remained stiff, almost reluctant.

"OK, that sounds good." I said, giving up trying to have my way with her, and walking to the fridge. "What can I get for some breakfast?"

"Bread is there, you can make toast." Neetu answered. "Bhola can make you an omelette."

"Ok."

Somewhat puzzled at her cold behaviour, I sat down at the dining table in the kitchen, even as Bhola started to make my omelette and chai.

Of course! I realized. Neetu was still upset that I hadn't 'come out' to Bhola.

Earlier this week I had removed her blouse and bra in front of Bhola and displayed her cleavage in a sexy manner to our servant, so she had ignored the fact that I had gone another day without telling Bhola I knew he was banging my wife. But a couple of days ago, as Bhola had recounted how the village treated the word 'Neetu' as a shameful word, and stories of her wanton ways was prevalent in our village, my wife was once again reminded that she was the cheating wife, and the villain, and I the poor simpleton. So today she wanted her pound of flesh - for me to 'come out' to Bhola.

Unless I played another sexual game with her, of course.

Soon Bhola served me my breakfast, and I tucked into it with relish.

"I am going to take a shower." Neetu coldly told me as I took a sip of my cup of tea. For a second, I grappled with the idea of just tugging her pallu and pulling the sari away from her bosom, so just exposing her breasts to Bhola in my presence, but perhaps that would be too much.

"Memsaab." Bhola asked. "Do you want to sort the pantry today, as you wanted?"

"No, Bhola." My wife answered. "I am just feeling so tired. Every part of my body is paining. Some other day, perhaps."

Of course she was tired. Non-stop sex with a stud for a few days will do that to you.

I watched as my wife walked away from the kitchen towards our bedroom.

An idea suddenly popped into my head as I finished my tea.

"Bhola." I said, standing up. "I feel our bedroom is getting a little dusty. I want you to clean and then mop the floor."

"Yes, sahib."

Leaving aside the onions, Bhola washed his hands and went to get the sweep and the mop and the bucket. I walked towards our bedroom.

My wife was inside the attached bathroom, taking a shower. I could see her clothes on the bed. A new sari, and panties, all laid out on the bed. I walked to her closet and opened it. Bhola by this time appeared in the room and started to sweep the floor.

After looking around the closet for some time, I took out a satin negligee for Neetu to wear. The dress was quite small, coming to just above her knees, and quite translucent, not to mention body hugging. I then picked up the sari that she had placed, folded it, and placed it back in the cupboard.

Bhola by this time had finished sweeping the floor and started to mop it. This was when Neetu, dressed in only a towel wrapped around her body, opened the bathroom door to re-enter the bedroom.

"I ... Bhola ... eek!" Neetu gave a little scream and rushed back into the bathroom. Bhola looked at me.

"Sahib, maybe I better come back after memsaab has dressed herself." He told me.

"No, wait." I told him. "This is ridiculous. It's just you, Bhola."

I walked up to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Neetu, my love, what happened?"

"Can you ask Bhola to leave?" Neetu spoke.

"No, he's cleaning." I told her. "It's just Bhola, my love. Just come out and get your dress."

There was a small pause, and I could almost hear the wheels and gears grinding in my wife's head. Then I saw the doorknob turn, and the bathroom door open.

She came out, wrapped in the towel, almost defiantly. She glanced around the bed for her sari, and saw that it was not there, but the lingerie was. Looking at me with a smile, she grabbed the negligee, and disappeared back into the bathroom.

"Bhola." I turned to my servant. "You are ok with your memsaab walking around the house in a negligee, are you?"

"Er ... sahib." Bhola smiled, somewhat nervously. "I am just your servant, sahib. Who cares what I think?"

"Still." I laughed. "You are a man working here and living with us, so I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Sahib!" Bhola answered. "I have worked in households where the wives wore even less than this, so don't worry!"

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Less than that flimsy negligee?"

"I am just a servant, sahib." Bhola shrugged. "Many people I have worked for just think of me as a piece of furniture. I have had wives even change in front of me without hesitation. Fully nude, sahib."

"Hmm." Suddenly I had another idea to deal with Neetu's tiredness. "Bhola, seeing that you are comfortable with women ... and ... um ... nudity ... I wonder if you will do something for me. For Neetu, that is."

I stopped speaking because Neetu just emerged from the bathroom, wearing her negligee. She looked like a dream. The nightdress clung to her body, accentuating her ample bosom and her shapely hips. The dressed finished just above her knees, showing us a lot of the milky white flesh of her thighs. Neither Bhola nor I said a word as we just watched her emerge, walk confidently towards her dressing table and grab a hairbrush. As she turned around, we could see just a little bit of her bum as she bent over and then straightened up. Neetu brushed her hair for a couple of minutes, applied a little make up, and then glanced at us. Giving us a smile she then left the room. The whole time no one spoke.

"Sahib." Bhola finally spoke. "I am definitely ok with memsaab dressed like this."

"She is definitely a beautiful and a sexy woman, isn't she?" I crowed. "And her gaand ... I am such a lucky man, Bhola."

Bhola gave me a look and then nodded.

"Yes, sahib. Whoever is her man," He replied cryptically. "He is lucky indeed."

* * *

It was 1 am and I just ended another office call. The North Americans were just preparing for lunch, and here I was getting prepared for something else. I clicked a small video on my laptop, and raised the speaker volume, so it sounded like was still on a call. Then I slowly opened the door to my home office room slightly and peered out.

It was dark in the hallway, but soon I saw the doors to both the master bedroom and Bhola's room opened. My office room was on the opposite side of the condo to those rooms, so I could see across the living room to those bedrooms. Neetu and Bhola both emerged out into the hallway.

I watched as Neetu jumped into Bhola's arms.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

They were kissing each other hungrily. A small pang of jealousy erupted in my stomach as I saw how passionately they kissed each other's lips and sucked on each other's tongues. Bhola's back was pressed against the wall outside his room, and I saw his hands wrap around my wife's back and go down towards her bum. Neetu was wearing the lingerie, which finished just over her buttocks, so he was squeezing and mauling her ass cheeks even as they kissed.

"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu murmured as she came up for air. "I can't wait for you to fuck me. All day today I missed you."

"Oh, memsaab." Bhola grinned, as he gently tweaked and squeezed my wife's breasts. "Your cuckold husband actually spoke to me. He wants me to do something special for you today."

"Yea." Neetu nodded. "Did he finally admit to you that he wants you to fuck me?"

"Um ... not that." Bhola laughed. "The cuckold wanted me to do something else!"

"Wait." Neetu was puzzled, even as Bhola continued to molest her. "What does he want you to do to me?"

She was so convinced I had outed myself to Bhola, I realized. She thought I had asked Bhola to fuck her!

"He wants me to give you a massage." Bhola said, as he continued to play with my wife's breasts.

"What?" Neetu was surprised, even as Bhola started to caress her ass again. "Why?"

"Because." Bhola kissed Neetu on the cheeks and continued, "He thinks you have been working too hard and needs a relaxing massage. And I told him how I am expert in giving housewives a massage. I used to give many-"

"Wait, wait." Neetu raised an eyebrow. "Am I not getting sex from you tonight then?"

"Oh, of course!" Bhola moved to reassure her. "Your husband just wanted me to give you a massage. And of course, memsaab, I will give you the sex."

"Hmm."

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

They kissed each other hungrily again, and then Bhola ushered my wife towards his room, patting her on the buttocks. He almost held her by the ass cheek as they entered his room.

I waited until they had both entered Bhola's room, and then slowly tiptoed towards his door. As instructed, he had left it slightly open.

"Why should I leave me door open, sahib?" Bhola had asked me this afternoon, when I suggested he should massage my wife, and massage her on his bed rather than the master bedroom.

"My wife is very picky about oil on the bedsheet in our room." I replied, lying. "So, I want her to relax, and that's why I want you to massage her in your bedroom. And the door should be open, so she feels relaxed and not shy."

And, I thought, I could peer in.

And now here we were.

"Wow, this is nice." I heard Neetu exclaim from inside the room. "Did you set this up?"

"The relaxing candles and the towels for your massage? Yes." Bhola laughed. "Now, memsaab, lie down on the bed on your tummy."

"Let me take my clothes off." Neetu said.

"Well, there is no need-" Bhola started to say, but my wife was already starting to disrobe. With no hint of shame or hesitation, Neetu quickly stripped in front of our servant Bhola. As Bhola watched, a smirk on his face, my wife, now fully nude, stepped up to walk towards him. Bhola stood up and grabbed my wife in a bear hug, his hands firmly on her butt cheeks, and they kissed again.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"The cuckold was worried about you being shy getting a massage from me." Bhola laughed. "If only your husband knew what else I do to you!"

Holding Neetu by the hips, and gently caressing her boobs and buttocks, Bhola guided her towards the bed, and made her lie down on the bed on her tummy.

"Oh, I am so wet already Bhola." Neetu told him, even as he started to press her back. "You could fuck me like a dog now."

"First, a massage." Bhola replied.

He was true to his word. For almost an hour, he massaged my wife, and massaged her well. I could see that Neetu was enjoying it thoroughly.

"Your hands are so good. Oh, you are sooooo good!" Neetu finally murmured. "Although ..."

"Although what?" Bhola leaned in and asked.

"The rest of your body is also great." Neetu grinned. "I would love to feel that too."

"Feel what?" It was now Bhola's turn to grin.

"Oh, come on Bhola. Fuck me!" Neetu pleaded. "I had the massage, now I want the sex!"

As Bhola leaned in to kiss my wife again, Neetu wrapped her arms around his neck.

I stepped back from the door, heading back towards my home office. It was now clear that massage time was over, and Bhola was going to fuck my wife now.

Soon the familiar sounds started to waft through to where I worked.

"Oh, yes!"

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

"Oh, YES!"

"Oh, YES!"

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Oh, YES! YES! YES!"

* * *

"Good morning sweetie." My wife greeted me with a smile and a kiss as I walked into the kitchen. "Or rather, I should say good afternoon. Did you manage to work last night?"

She had a slight grin as she said the last sentence.

"Er ... you mean, about you and Bhola ..." I began. "You guys were very noisy!"

"Oh, he has so much stamina!" Neetu gushed. "He fucked me ... for ... it must have been two hours straight! And that was after one hour of massaging me so thoroughly! I was so wet ... even when he began! I think only at 4 am or so ... I got my last load of cum! Do you want to guess where he finished?"

"Er ..."

Neetu laughed, turned around and pointed at her butt.

"No condoms there." She grinned.

"I am glad you enjoyed the ... massage ... honey." I told her.

"He is ruining me, honey." Neetu had an evil smile on her face. "Time for you to face that truth. The quicker you admit it to him, the better it is for all of us, dear. Do you know ... he actually asked me if I let you fuck me now."

"Really?"

"Yes ... I think he wants me to restrict it to hand jobs for you now." Neetu looked at me. "I told him ... even that ... will be too much reward for you."

"Darling ... I ..." I crocked. "We are both enjoying this ... and I ..."

"You still have not admitted anything to him, my love." Neetu's voice suddenly became sharp. "I don't want to wait. You KNOW you will soon HAVE to admit everything to him. I want you on your knees, begging him to allow you to have sex with me. His cock ... and your submission ... that will make me happy, babe."

Suddenly I knew Neetu was not joking any more.

"Do you really want this, my love?" I asked in a very small voice.

"Yes." Neetu was firm. "Bhola is my real man now. I love his dominance and the sense of ownership he has over me. My dear husband, you could never compare to him. I want to look back at you, as you stand in a corner of the room, ashamed, and watch me have sex with him, as you watch me bouncing and riding on his big dick ... I want to see you watching and jerking off. You will stand in the corner, like a shameless cuckold, and watch Bhola fuck me, and shoot me full of cum."

I didn't know what to say any more, so I just continued to stare at my feet in shame.

"He fucks me really well, babe." Neetu continued, as if attempting to explain why she wanted to change our marital terms. "He is so big and rough with me. I don't know how else to say it. I cum so many times before he ejaculates into my pussy."

"I know, my love. I will try ... I will talk to him."

Neetu sighed, and then decided to switch topics.

"Remember you and I are supposed to go this evening to the Docks." Neetu reminded me. "A romantic evening stroll by the seaside with my hubby, and dinner at a nice restaurant!"

Neetu leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on my lips, even as I wondered where those lips had been last night. Even as she turned and walked away, all I could think of was how good her ass looked, and how good it looked last night as she was bouncing off Bhola's cock.

Perhaps Neetu was right. It was time for me to come out to Bhola.

* * *

"Remember that night when I asked if you wanted the sedative?" Neetu asked me, as she sipped her drink.

We were dining at Maharani, a very expensive restaurant by the beach in Pune. We were in an exclusive booth, with complete privacy, and halfway done with our meal, and enjoying the drinks.

My thoughts went back to that New Year's night, three years ago, in Chennai.

"Yes." I nodded. "But I didn't take it. I remember you asking me about it, and Bhola suggesting it to you, but I never interfered with your ... er ... amorous activities."

Neetu laughed, and then nervously shook her head.

"I crushed one tablet." She admitted. "I had slipped it into your drink at dinner. I didn't know what was going to happen that night, and I wanted to protect you."

For some time, I said nothing and just looked at my wife.

"Oh, my love." I finally sighed. "Why didn't you tell me? You kept this to yourself, all these years ..."

"I didn't know how you would react." Neetu's eyes were defensive. "After all ... we were playing with fire already. And then ... I want to tell you more of what happened that night, my dear. You should know the full details."

I could see that Neetu wanted to unburden herself. She had been keeping the secret for a long time, close to three years, and it was a weight on her soul. As for me, I had sort of suspected that night I had been given some sort of sedative or a sleeping pill. I still remembered having a fog in my mind, and a huge headache, which took a lot of time to clear. Even as I had laid down on the bed, listening to Neetu's antics from the next room, a part of me just wanted to go back to sleep.

"Neetu." I took my wife's hands in my own and clasped hers tightly. I looked around - there was no one within listening distance - and continued, "My darling. Please feel free to be honest with me. After all, I am a cuckold, as you know. I won't judge you. I just want you to be happy."

"I slept with your cousin Manav." Neetu's words tumbled out. "He was the first man to fuck me that night. It was his birthday."

"I see." I said, keeping a straight poker face and not betraying the fact that I already knew about it. "Um ... how was he?"

"He ..." Neetu seemed to be at a loss at my lack of reaction. "This was Manav ... your cousin, Gopal. He ... he fucked me first ... I think ... in the missionary position. Then ... I remember ... he made me suck his cock. It was as if he was making me do all the things his wife wouldn't do for him ... using me to complete his fantasies."

"I knew Manav was having some issues with his wife." I remarked, my hands still holding Neetu's. "But I never thought he would be unfaithful to her ... with my wife!"

"He ... apparently ... he had a crush on me for a long time." Neetu once again tried to defend Manav. "And Bhola owed him some favours. He ... Manav ... he fucked me like a stallion that night, babe."

A stallion, I reflected on her choice of words. Manav - a man who behaved so respectfully when I was around, touching Neetu's feet out of reverence - fucked her repeatedly like a whore that night. Or, in her words, 'like a stallion'. I felt cheated and embarrassed and emasculated and betrayed and excited and aroused - all at the same time.

"How many times?" I asked her, clasping her hands firmly. "How many times, Neetu?"

"At least three times." Neetu made a face as she tried to remember. "I was with him for quite some time, my dear. He was constantly kissing me, rubbing my clit, and making out with me."

And one of those times he didn't use a condom, I remembered. Something you are still not telling me.

"I cannot believe my own cousin fucked my wife!" I uttered, finally giving Neetu the reaction she expected. "Alright, who else?"

"Do you remember Sabbir anna?" Neetu sighed, as she spat out his name.

"That village council guy ... that 65-year-old?" I asked, carefully keeping my voice neutral.

"Yes." Neetu nodded. "He scolded me, first, for being a shameless woman. Then he fucked me. And he fucked me in a very dirty manner, my dear husband. He made me do things ... things ... I wouldn't normally do. But ... I did it."

I softly stroked the underside of Neetu's palms, as I waited for her to continue.

"He made me lick his asshole." Neetu admitted. "He slapped me, quite a few times, telling me I was a batchalan aurat, and I needed to be punished. And then he ordered me rim him. And I ... I happily obeyed him ... darling. I kissed and licked the outer edge of his anus. And afterwards, he ... he fucked me until he came. Inside me ... without a condom."

For the first time my poker face fell.

"Without a condom?" I asked, shocked. It wasn't enough that my wife performed analingus on him, but she allowed him to ejaculate inside her?

"By that time, I knew I was pregnant from Bhola." Neetu confessed. "So ... that night ... I wasn't very careful. Some of the men used. Some didn't."

"I ... I ..." I kept my voice steady. "I always thought you only didn't use condom with Bhola. Not with others."

"I know, my love. I am sorry."

Neetu then detailed the rest of the night to me. Some of it, I knew, but others ... I didn't.

"I was used by almost thirty men that night." She acknowledged. "Bhola had initially told me it would be five or six ... but it was more like thirty. At least."

Thirty. Once again, my poker face cracked. I had no idea it was this high. That was pretty much most of the village men!

"First, it was mostly the village council ... pretty much all three of them." Neetu told me. "They came one by one and fucked me like Sabbir anna did. I was slapped, I was spanked, I was called names, and I was made to do all sorts of degrading stuff like kissing their feet, sucking their toes, and licking their penises and their assholes. In addition to being fucked of course. And all this time, I ... I happily went on with whatever I was asked to do. It was like ... something had taken hold of me. I was too much into the depravity."

"There are so old, Neetu!" I made a disgusted expression. "How ... can you ..."

"I don't know!" Neetu helplessly replied. "It's like ... with you given the sedative, something went on inside me that day. I was a total slut. I was up for anything. And they took full advantage ... the village elders."

"Village elders!" I spat out. "Elders, Neetu ... 60+ year olds! Those old fags ... they got to fuck my wife!"

For some time, I didn't say anything.

"Ok, tell me about the thirty men." I finally commented.

"I know ... and honestly, the rest of the men were a blur." Neetu confessed. "I think they were just some friends of Bhola's. Mostly young men. Some older. With lots of stamina and large phalluses. It was a gangbang. Very rough sex too! There were two or three guys in the room at all times. For almost two hours, I think ... yes ... two hours straight or maybe three ... the guys were at it. I had a cock in my mouth, or my cunt, or my ass ... sometimes all at the same time. They were so rough with me, slapping me, spanking me, caning me ... while using me as a cum dump. They were laughing and joking, even as they fucked me ... calling me a whore ... taking videos and pictures on their phones. I am so sorry!"

I took Neetu in my arms and hugged her. She was crying softly. It was clear that the night had been a burden on her for a long time. She didn't know how much I knew, and she kept it a secret for all of these three years, and it had been tearing her down. I gave her a kiss on each of her cheeks as she finally wiped away her tears and smiled at me.

"It is such a relief to confess to you, my love." Neetu's eyes shone with happiness. "That night ... while being a stain on my soul ... was also ... one of the most ... enjoyable nights ... for me. If that makes sense. And ... I am so happy ... I have a husband ... who understands this. Every wife has sex fantasies, but not every wife has a husband like you."

"Yes, my love."

SMOOCH!

Neetu leaned in and kissed me on my lips.

"You are hard." She commented, as her hand suddenly reached down under the table and rubbed my crotch.

"Er..." I gulped hard as I tried to keep my composure, even as she continued to stroke me over my pants. "I ... I ... I love you, Neetu. I love that you decided to come clean to me. It must have been overwhelming."

"Yes, it was." Neetu smiled. She rubbed my pulsating dick over my pants as she kissed me and continued, "I was the batchalan aurat that every man in the village got to fuck, and you get hard thinking about it. Now, my dear, since I have a husband like you, I think I no longer deserve to be the batchalan aurat anymore ... what do you think?"

I looked at her, grinning a beautiful grin. She was clearing hinting at her earlier request, or rather command, for me to come out to our servant at home.

It was time for me to ask the important question.

"Do you still want me to come out to Bhola, my dear?" I asked my wife. "After all, he had no hesitation in pimping you out to his low-class friends. He turned you, a high-class respectable wife, into a local village hooker ... to be fucked by anyone ... willy nilly. I can understand him fucking you ... or even his brother ... or a close friend. But ... anyone? I am just happy you didn't catch a disease! After all this ... do you still want me to come out to Bhola?"

Neetu softly stroked the underside of my palm. She had a slight smirk on her face.

"Oh, my dear cuckold husband." She replied. "You should get it by now. I am not just your wife. I am a slut ... and I am Bhola's slut. I will do whatever ... and I mean whatever ... he asks me to do. It doesn't matter what he did to me that night."

"Really?"

"Yes. I can't get enough of him, my love. I want to devour him. He can do whatever he wants with me." Neetu admitted. "He could tell me to walk naked down the street right now ... and I would."

"Really?" I was shocked.

"Yes." Neetu nodded. She then leaned in and kissed me hard.

SMOOCH!

"As a matter of fact," Neetu grinned an evil grin again, "Do you know what these lips ... that you just kissed with yours ... have been doing for the last couple of days?"

She continued to tease me, testing the cuckold angst that burned inside me hard.

"What?" I finally asked.

"For the last 3 days, in the morning when you were asleep after a night of work, I woke my lover up with a special long smooch on his rectum." She answered. "Yes ... your respected wife ... your Mrs ... I am that slut that goes to her servant's room, rolls up his lungi, and licks this servant's buttocks and rectum to wake him up, nice and slow. My lips meet his sweaty gaand ka chhed."

Neetu laughed and licked her lips as if recounting how delirious it had been and then smooched me again as she rubbed my dick, which was almost on the verge of ejaculating right in my pants.

"There, there... I don't want my little cucky to wet his pants now..." My wife teased, "I think that's enough for now, since I don't want my dear husband to walk out of the booth with his pants strained in the front."

"Oh, come on now, Neetu!" I was on another level right now. I needed to know what other treacherous acts my adulterous housewife had been up to behind my back.

"Please." I begged and pleaded. "Tell me, please."

"You really want to hear more?" Neetu continued to tease me, even as she rubbed my dick, smiling her evil adulterous smile. "Then I want something in return..."

"What?" I asked intently. As she remained silent, I pleaded again, "Anything you want my love..."

"Well, since I have been in the nude so much, thanks to our lovely manservant, I feel the need to wear something, something heavy on my neck." Neetu rubbed my pants as she continued, "I forgot to pack my mangalsutra and left it back in Canada, and Bhola really loves it when I wear some form of jewelry on my neck. Would you buy me this golden mangalsutra with some green emeralds on them? I saw one online the other day. It's available at Rakhee's - the jewellery store down the street from our place. You know, it's been a while since I had jewelry as a gift. The last one was when I gave birth to our son. Would you give it to me? I think Bhola would love it!"

For Bhola, I thought. Really? She really wanted to please this man, making him remember that he has been fucking this married whore, married to his own employer!

"Yes." I acceded. "Now, tell me, please..."

I couldn't hold on any longer.

SMOOCH!

"Well, me dear cucky, you deserve to hear it then." Neetu kissed me on my cheeks and then continued, "Once he is up, Bhola then strips me naked. Fully ... utterly naked. He then drags me by the hair and takes me to his bathroom. You know the servant's bathroom has the Indian style toilet on the floor. I then sit on the floor near the toilet, even as Bhola urinates on my face. Yes, he urinates. On. My. Face."

My jaw must have dropped, as Neetu gently continued to stroke my hardon. I looked at her, and her face, and her soft delicate rosy cheeks. The same cheeks I kiss daily. The same cheeks which Bhola slaps so callously. And the same face on which he urinates every morning.

"I then remain kneeling at his feet, as he slaps me a few times. Quite a few times ... painfully." Neetu continued. "This is my punishment for being a slut and a whore wife. A batchalan aurat. Once he is done slapping me, I open my mouth and take Bhola's cock inside my lips. After I suck him to full hardness, I get up and we both go into the shower. There he takes me from behind and fucks me until he ejaculates inside my asshole. We then finish our shower together. This is every day in the morning for the last few days, my dear. Your wife is your servant's sex toy."

It was all too overwhelming, and I tried hard, but I couldn't control myself. My wife rubbing my crotch while recounting her debaucherous activities with her servant that she had engaged in while being married to me ... it was all too much. As my wife watched with a smile on her face, my penis began to throb.

"Oh dear." I blurted, as my pants became stained with the cum that now gushed out of my dick.

"Here, my dear cuckold." Neetu handed me a napkin she saw on the table to clean up. She continued to smile beautifully at me, looking at me like the real cuck that I was.

"Your wife is your servant's sex toy. You have to accept it and acknowledge it." Neetu finally stated, when I had managed to clean up a little. "After all, I have accepted it. This is why I want you to come out to him, so that everything is out in the open. So ... he can do whatever he wants with me, without having to tiptoe around you."

For some time, I remained quiet.

"I ... I don't know how to do it." I finally confessed.

Once again there was silence for a bit before Neetu smiled.

"I had a feeling you would say that. I knew you were not man enough to do it." She replied. "Don't worry, Gopal. I am sure you will be coming out to him soon. One way or the other. After all, this is the truth. My husband is a cuckold."

* * *

It was Saturday morning. Or rather, Saturday afternoon. The clock had just struck noon. I had woken up about an hour ago. Last night had been busy at work, and there was a server crash (always on a Friday), and I had to deal with it. The problem still wasn't fixed completely, but I had worked late, fallen asleep, and now gotten up late. I had showered, and now finished my breakfast. My wife sat across me on the table and was scrolling through her phone.

"How are the kids?" I asked.

"They are good." She smiled. "You parents sent some pictures. I was just replying to their messages."

Neetu then got up to get my tea. She was wearing a black translucent satin lingerie, which hardly left anything to the imagination. Neetu fetched the kettle and poured out my tea in a cup.

"Here you go, dear." She said, bending down to serve my tea. I could not help but cast an eye at her bouncing bosom. Neetu saw what I was looking at and smiled.

"Like what you see?" She grinned, and then shook her torso, making her boobs jiggle even more.

"Oh, dear." I laughed. "Which man wouldn't?"

Neetu then smiled, and turned her head to look towards the veranda, where Bhola was mopping the floor of the huge terrace.

The implication was clear. Then Neetu turned back to look at me.

"Where is my gift, my love?" She asked.

"Oh, the mangalsutra?" I told her. "I did go to Rakhee's and ordered it. They said it should be here today."

"Can you pick it up this afternoon?" Neetu requested.

"Sure." I told her. "In fact, I will go after my tea and pick it up."

"OK. Enjoy your tea, my love." She smiled. "And remember, today is Saturday. It's been a week since we came here, and I expected you to come out as a cuckold to Bhola on your own by now."

"Er ... look, my dear. It ..."

"Sssh!" Neetu held up her hand. "Finish your tea."

After I finished my tea, I got ready to go and pick up the mangalsutra. As I headed out on the rickshaw, I checked my work messages on my phone. To my despair, the server had crashed again. Which meant I had to work this beautiful Saturday afternoon. Yes, it was good overtime pay, but I wanted to take Neetu out somewhere.

Instead, after I returned home from the jewellery store, with the mangalsutra wrapped nicely in a gift box, I shut myself in my office room and for the next one and half hours, was busy tackling the issue. Around two thirty in the afternoon I finally shut my laptop and stretched.

I better get something to drink, I thought, as I stood up. I then realized I had shut the door to my office. It had been shut this whole time.

Is Neetu and Gopal up to something, I wondered. Slowly, without making any noise, I opened the door.

They were in the terrace. As I said, our condo apartment that I had rented was the penthouse. There was a nice veranda, a big one, overlooking the city. Even though our unit had a built in drier and washing machine, Neetu sometimes used the clothesline on the terrace to hang clothes.

The terrace also had a bed, made out of bamboo and jute cane, with a mattress on it, located right outside the kitchen. It was there to sit in and take in some sun, but as Neetu had told me, she and Bhola had made love even on that bed, out on the terrace.

It was on that bed that Neetu and Bhola were now sitting and talking. I was in the kitchen, and I could overhear them.

"... it's different this time, memsaab." Bhola was saying to my wife. As I listened, it was clear they were discussing sex. My wife was still wearing that sexy lingerie.

"How so, Bhola?" Neetu asked.

Bhola leaned in and planted a wet one on my wife's lips.

SMOOCH!

"I ... you ... you are different this time, memsaab." Bhola confessed, once they stopped making out. "It is not like last time when we were in the village."

"How so?" Neetu gently stroked her lover's arm as they talked and kissed, snuggled in each others' arms.

"I ... last time ... you were a proper slut." Bhola stated. "You were my sex toy, available whenever I wanted. I fucked the shit out of you every day."

"Well," Neetu giggled. "So did Bunty - your brother, Bhola. As well as the village elders like Sabbir anna. And my husband's cousin. And your thirty friends. ALL of them fucked the shit out of me."

"Except your cuckold husband." Bhola said and burst out laughing. To my chagrin, my wife Neetu joined in the laughter.

"Actually, I never intended to cheat on my husband, ever." Neetu admitted, once they stopped laughing. "But now, I am comfortable doing it. I have come to terms with my bodily needs. I enjoy it. You make me feel amazing, Bhola. As soon as your cock enters me, my guilt leaves."

SMOOCH!

They kissed again. It was a long, passionate, steamy kiss.

"Well, Bhola." Neetu looked into our servant's eyes as she brushed his lips with hers. "You are still 'fucking the shit out of me' this time, aren't you? I am still your slut."

"Yes, memsaab." Bhola acknowledged. His left hand went towards my wife's chest. Through her lingerie, he gently squeezed her right boob. "But we both know ... this time it is all happening as per your desires. You are truly the one in charge."

"Bhola." Neetu giggled. "This morning you made me suck your toes before licking your gaand and peechwade. Then you made me kneel in front of you, and then slapped me continuously until my cheeks were crimson red, and then fucked me in my butthole and emptied your cum there. And you say I am the one in charge. You slap me whenever you want!"

"Still, memsaab. You are the one in charge." Bhola reiterated, and then leaned in again.

SMOOCH!

I watched as my wife and my servant kissed and made out for almost full minutes. His hands were on her boobs, squeezing and pinching even as they swapped saliva.

"Oh, Bhola." Neetu panted, when they finally came up for air. "Take me."

Were they going to have sex right now, again, on the terrace?

"Memsaab," Bhola patiently explained, even as my wife looked at him hungrily. "In the village, three years ago, you did whatever I asked you to. The word 'no' was not in your vocabulary. But here, now, it's different."

"How, Bhola?"

"Here, you tell me 'no', and that's it. I slap you, yes, but only because you let me. Here, I fuck you however I want ... but again, only because you want it that way. And still ... you say no ... when ... you know."

"Bhola." My wife sweetly leaned in and kissed her lover's cheeks. "Is this because I don't let you cum inside me? I DO let you cum inside my butt."

"But not in your choot, memsaab."

SMOOCH!

"Bhola. Bhola." My wife kissed him again. "As I said, I don't want to be pregnant. Again."

"Again?" Bhola raised an eyebrow, and then gave a soft laugh. "I ... I always suspected ... memsaab ..."

There was some silence as Bhola digested the news.

"Every time you fucked me without condoms, Bhola," Neetu continued, her eyes and lips now showing signs of her becoming more and more horny. "I became pregnant. The first time ... so many years ago ... and then in the village ..."

"So ... your kids ..." Bhola now had a big grin on his face. "I always KNEW it, memsaab. Those kids ... your kids ... are really my kids. Sahib, that cuckold, as I always thought, is not the father. I am."

"No." The steel came back in my wife's voice. "Gopal is their father. He is a cuckold, yes, but he IS my kids' father. Even if the sperm came from you!"

Bhola looked at my wife for an instant, as if thinking of what to say. Then he again leaned in, and they kissed.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

It was a long kiss, and Neetu involuntarily lay back on the mattress.

"Memsaab." Bhola asked, as he slowly started to finger my hot wife's cunt. "Why didn't you tell me? All this time ... that those kids ... were fathered by me."

"It's irrelevant," Neetu cruelly replied. "You are a sperm donor. Gopal is their father. I don't want you to get any wrong ideas, Bhola."

"Am I just a toy to you ... and your husband?" Bhola finally asked, even as he continued to finger my wife. "Were you just using me to get pregnant, memsaab?"

"If that were so ... Oh Bhola!" My wife gushed. "Why would I stop you from ... oh ... my .... from ... why would I force you to use a condom now? I love you, Bhola. I love being with you."

"Why don't I give you another kid? For your cuckold husband to be a father to?"

"Oh, Bhola." It was clear now that my wife was fighting another orgasm. "Please. Why don't you go get a condom?"

"From where, memsaab?" Bhola continued his assault on my wife's nether regions. "I think I am out of condoms."

He is lying, I knew.

"There ... might be ... some." Neetu panted. "I think ... my husband ... has some ... in his office."

For a moment, no one spoke. No one even moved. Bhola's hand was frozen in between my wife's legs. Even I was stunned.

She is asking him ... to confront me, I realized. This is it. Seeing how I was never going to admit to Bhola, she was making him come to me.

"Are ... you ... sure?" Bhola finally asked, resuming the fingering.

"Oh ... Bhola ... yes." Neetu panted. "Ask your sahib to give you one. Borrow one from him."

"And he will give me a condom. To go fuck his wife!" Bhola laughed. "You are crazy."

"It's either that or I am leaving." Suddenly Neetu's voice was very clear. She suddenly closed her legs, and caught and removed Bhola's hands from there, and sat up.

"Memsaab." Bhola's voice had panic in it. "What will he say!"

"Are you scared?" Neetu taunted her lover. "Are you not the man who treats me like a slut? Why are you now scared of my cuckold husband?"

"I am not scared." Bhola replied, clearly not knowing what to do. "I never ... confronted a man ... like this before. I usually just fuck their wives behind their back."

"Now you will do it in front of him."

"If you say so, memsaab."

"And ask him also to bring my gift. The gift that I asked him."

"A gift?"

At that moment, I knew I shouldn't be in the kitchen. I could have walked out, right now. Instead, I did what a coward would do. I went back quietly to my office and waited.

I could hear Bhola and Neetu still arguing. No doubt Bhola thought it was crazy. He had a good thing going - fucking my wife behind my back. Why ruin it? But in the end, Neetu won out. The lady - who has the pussy - always wins. I now waited for the inevitable.

Almost five minutes later, there was a sharp knock on the door.

"Sahib." It was Bhola, and his voice was shaking slightly. "Can I come in?"

"Yes, Bhola."

We both looked at each other, both of us unsure of what was going to happen.

It was then that Bhola took the plunge.

"Sahib, can you give me a condom please?" He stated, his voice suddenly steady. "Memsaab said it should be in your top drawer in the worktable."

"Oh." Almost wordlessly I reached for the drawer. "Memsaab said?"

"Yes." Bhola waited until I took a condom out and gave it to him. "She said I need to use one. She is not letting me cum inside her without a condom."

His eyes bore into mine, his gaze steady, as he waited for my reaction.

"Ah, I see." My own voice, and my own hands, were shaking. "I guess ... it's a good thing ... there's always the risk ... of pregnancy ... you know."

Bhola looked at me. A mix of emotions - scorn, pity, disgust - passed through his face.

"Memsaab also said you have a gift for her."

"Er ... yes."

Bhola snapped his fingers.

"I am going to fuck your wife on the terrace, sahib." He said, his voice stronger now. "Do you want to come and watch, cuckold?"

There it was. Everything was now tumbling out in the open.

"I ... guess."

"Come after five minutes." Bhola ordered. "Watch quietly and don't make any noise. And bring the gift memsaab had asked you to bring."

"Er ... yes, Bhola."

Bhola looked at the condom I had given him, shook it, and laughed.

"You can stand in one corner and watch as a real man breeds your wife." He told me scornfully. "And no, I don't think I will need this condom, to tell you the truth. Your wife will be taking my cum in her tight married pussy. As she did so many times before."

And so ... saying this, he just left.

I stood there for a moment, my jaw at my knees, agape and astonished at what had just transpired.

Gathering myself up, I stood up. I had to see this. Exactly five minutes later, with the box containing the mangalsutra in my hand, I stepped out on the terrace.

* * *

"Your wife ... Neetu memsaab ... is a great whore." Bhola crowed as he continued to fuck my wife. "You should have ... kept her more satisfied in bed, sahib. Now she is a slut. My slut."

We were on the terrace. The sun shone down brightly on us.

I watched as Neetu lay naked - fully naked - on her back across the width of the bed in one corner of the terrace, her legs spread wide, her gorgeous, swollen breasts thrust out. Between her legs was Bhola, also fully naked, his buttocks moving up and down like a piston, as he drove his magnificent cock deep in and out of my wife. His long shaft was wet with my wife's juices. Every time he squeezed his cock deep into my wife's cunt, Neetu moaned loudly.

Bhola had a triumphant, gloating, grin on his face as he kept on fucking my wife. The fact that I was there, watching them, did not make him miss a beat at all. He was enjoying making rabid and passionate love to my wife in front of me. Neetu, for her part, also seemed to relish having me there, the hapless, helpless, cuckold husband of hers.

I looked at Neetu again. She was moaning. She could see me watching her face, and it was almost as if she didn't care. The feeling of Bhola's giant cock must have been unbearable.

"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu screamed with pleasure as she tightened around his cock for the fourth time, coming hard over his shaft.

"Neetu." I sighed. Now that everything was out in the open, I felt shocked. Embarrassed. Humiliated. Neetu grunted and cast a look at me that was full of pity.

"I am sorry, honey." She mumbled, as Bhola pushed himself even deeper into her. "But I ... I love him, babe. I love him so much."

Suddenly Bhola looked at my crotch.

"You are hard, sahib." He stated it as a fact.

"I ... I ..." I blushed and tried to cover myself up. I heard Bhola laugh loudly.

"You like watching your wife fuck the servant. I don't blame you - she's a great randi. A total cock slut!" Bhola said. A knowing look suddenly passed over his face. "Sahib! You had known all the time!"

"I-er..." I stammered. Each of my secrets were now stumbling out one by one.

"Gopal." Suddenly my wife spoke. "Did you bring my gift?"

"Er ... yes."

Neetu said something to Bhola, and he withdrew from her and sat beside her on the mattress. My wife also sat up. Here I was, standing, watching these two shameless naked people sitting in the bed on the terrace under the open skies in Pune after just engaging in coitus.

"Where's the gift?" Neetu asked again.

I quickly gave her the box she had asked for, containing the mangalsutra. Almost like a young girl excited for a long-awaited Christmas present, Neetu took the box from my hands and unwrapped it right then and there.

It was a beautiful choice, I had to admit. The mangalsutra was an exquisite necklace was an, adorned with shimmering green emeralds, radiating a timeless elegance, symbolizing love and marital bliss in Indian Hindu tradition. Usually married Hindu women wore such a necklace, and as the sun reflected on each emerald, I was reminded that this jewel was a verdant symbol of prosperity and harmony, and the necklace is supposed to represent everlasting love and grace between the lady and her man.

"Isn't this beautiful, my love?" Neetu turned to Bhola and asked him. "You wanted to give me something like this, didn't you?"

Bhola could only manage to nod. Neetu suddenly handed him the necklace.

"Here, jaan." She said. "Please put it on me, Bhola."

With trembling hands, Bhola put the necklace on my wife's neck and tied it behind her.

As I took in the sight of my wife and her mesmerising beauty, adorned with the new mangalsutra that her lover had put on her, Neetu blew a kiss at Bhola.

"Now do you feel like you are going to fuck a married woman, Bhola?" She chuckled. "Or do I still feel like a batchalan aurat to you?"

"Memsaab." Bhola took in a deep breath and let out a small laugh. "You will always be my batchalan aurat ... my slut. Except now ... I know ... that your husband is not just some pathetic man who doesn't know. He knows... that he is a cuckold."

"Of course." Neetu then turned to me. "My dear husband, this is your cue. Tell your servant to fuck your wife."

"Er ... I ..." Some how the words were not coming to me. I remained mute, looking at the gaze.

"Gopal!" My wife's voice was stern. "Do it!"

"Er Bhola ..." I turned to our servant. "Fuck ... my ... wife."

"Say please." Neetu scolded me. "After all, you are getting a front row seat. Bhola is going to do in front of you that he has done behind your back all this time."

As Bhola cruelly laughed, I found the strength to do as my wife commanded.

"Bhola ... please." I pleaded. "Please fuck my wife. In front of me."

"Sit down, sahib." Bhola suddenly took a commanding tone and nodded towards a chair opposite the bed. "Sit down and watch how a real man fucks your slut wife."

With that, he started pumping my wife again. Dejected, I sat down on the chair he indicated.

Yes, we were on the terrace, but ours was the tallest building nearby. Unless someone was watching us with a binocular from the high rises far away, I doubt anyone could see the two of them having sex, even though we were out on the veranda, in the late afternoon, under open skies.

"Maybe you will actually learn something, sahib." Bhola taunted me as he railed my wife's pussy harder. Neetu gasped as his penis surged deeper into her cunt. Her hips jerked up at his and her body arched steeply under his. Her head arched back, and her fingers clawed at his sprawling shoulders.

"Such a nice and juicy cunt, memsaab has!" Grinning at me, Bhola once again lifted his hips, and his eyes staring at my face, his buttocks flexing taut, thrusting once more, deep, and hard, into my wife's snatch.

"OH BHOLA!" Neetu cried out sharply, arching even more steeply, shuddering, her fingers clenching his bulging biceps. Bhola was moving faster now, plunging steeply in and out of her cunt. My wife's body jerked and rocked under his thrusts, her breasts bouncing wildly.

I noticed that Neetu was building up to yet another orgasm. She suddenly started to cum without any warning, her body writhing and wriggling. She gritted her teeth as her pussy somehow found even more juices to coat Bhola's cock with.

"Tell him you love my cock." Bhola continued fucking her through her orgasm. "Tell him you love my cock, randi."

"Oh Bhola." Neetu moaned, and then looked at me. "I am so sorry, Gopal. I truly am. I love his cock. I just love it. I cannot go back to a life where I don't have this. Please understand. I want to be with him. ALL THE TIME!"

Was she leaving me?

"I love having his cock, dear." Neetu repeated. She moaned as he plunged into her, her little body quivering under his big toned one. "You love watching it too, don't you, my dear husband?"

Neetu seemed to be waiting for an answer from me as to the defilement that was now happening in front of me. However, I could only gaze in astonishment as Bhola's massive shining cock moved in and out of my wife's eager pussy. His balls slammed repeatedly into her little cunt.

"Well, now that you have a front row seat, how does it feel, my love?" Seeing no answer from me, Neetu continued to mock me. "Why don't you come here, jaanu. I know you are getting hard seeing your wife getting pummeled by your servant. Come here and show me your little cock."

Almost in a trance, I walked closer to the amorous couple. Despite getting the banging of her life, Neetu had enough strength and control to unbuckle my pants and pull down my underwear, revealing my raging hardon.

"This is why your memsaab has to run off to her servant's bedroom every night to take care of her needs, Bhola." Neetu mocked me, holding my willy with one hand while getting plundered by Bhola's massive schlong. "Do you know Bhola ... your sahib actually loves playing with his little peepee when you take me to heaven with your massive lund ... tell him dear... You said, you would come clean!"

My wife now held me, her husband, by my balls, even as Bhola fucked her under the open skies with his big dick, right in front of me.

"Yes, dear." I said, simply letting go of my pride. "Yes Bhola ... I love it when you take care of my wife's needs like that."

"Specify what needs dear," Neetu cooed.

"When you fuck her pussy with your big cock, Bhola."

"What else?" Neetu again teased me by stroking my cock twice and stopping.

"When you fuck her ass like the way she deserves it."

Neetu smiled at my remarks as she gripped my balls hard. I could sense she was nearing her orgasm, but then she said, "What else, dear?"

I took one deep breath and continued, "The way you manhandle her, slap her like the whore she is, cane her and then punish her for being the slut that she is."

My words had that affect. Bhola picked up even more speed somehow. It was like he was trying to destroy my wife's body, well, he had already succeeded in doing that. Neetu let go of my genitals as she started to tremble yet again. By now, I had lost count how many times my wife was having an orgasm.

"Memsaab. I am going to cum." Bhola declared confidently. "Do we need the condom?"

Neetu looked at me.

Please, I mouthed silently. Neetu continued to look at me, and then grinned.

"Bhola, you put a mangalsutra on me. In front of my husband. What does that make me?"

Bhola looked at her. A knowing smile appeared on his lips as he understood her context.

"Memsaab. You are not the cheating slut I thought you were." He commented. "You are the perfect hotwife, who is doing everything with her pathetic cuckold husband's approval."

"So ... not just any batchalan aurat anymore?"

"No, memsaab. You will still be a randi. My randi. Now tell me randi ... do I need the condom?"

"No, Bhola." Neetu replied. "You don't need a condom anymore. After all, I am your woman. You put the mangalsutra on me."

"My love ... I ..." I croaked. "It's merely days after your period, and you are ..."

"Gopal." Neetu looked at me angrily. "Cuckold. Do we need a condom?"

Her voice was firm, commanding. Bhola glanced at me, his look full of scorn.

"Er ... no, my love." I sat back, dejected. "As you wish, my love."

"Ask Bhola to cum in me." Neetu ordered. "Now, cuckold!"

"Er ... yes." I turned to Bhola. "Bhola. Please cum inside my wife."

"I will make your wife pregnant, sahib." Bhola taunted me. "Again."

"Er ... yes, Bhola." I continued dejectedly. "Make my wife pregnant please, Bhola."

"Oh, memsaab!" Bhola grunted.

The feeling of my wife's pussy pulsing around his cock was too much for him and I saw him slam himself deep inside Neetu.

"I am cumming, slut." Bhola groaned, as he unleashed a large jet off cum into my wife's unprotected womb, making Neetu squeal with absolutely bliss. His cum must have been hot and filled her up. He pumped Neetu a few more times, making the cum spread through my wife's pussy before pulling out and pushing her legs down.

Unbelievably he still had more cum left inside him.

Bhola positioned himself over my wife's stomach, one knee on the bed, one of the floor, as he let out another three or four jets of baby making juice. The first couple landed over Neetu's big tits. The last two hit her square in the face with a splat, mixing with Neetu's own saliva as it ran down over her lips.

"Oh Bhola!" Neetu was delirious, as she ran her hands over her boobs and licked off the cum on her lips. "Your cum ... you taste as good ... as your cock feels inside me. Oh my love! You are amazing!"

Bhola grinned.

"You are amazing too, memsaab."

"No Bhola, you are." Neetu gushed. "You are so thick. So hard. And your balls... so big. And your cum ... so much cum!"

Neetu wasn't even trying to humiliate me. She was just being so matter of fact. Her face was glowing, and she had a big smile on her lips.

"Sahib." Bhola suddenly turned towards me, his voice full of authority. "Please leave. We need some privacy. Go to your office room and wait there. I will be there shortly."

He was asking for privacy even as he fucked my wife openly on the terrace under the Pune skies. And here he was, now ordering me about. There was only one thing I could say.

"Yes, Bhola. As you say, Bhola."

As I left, I heard the two start to talk. One phrase flew in the air and caught my attention.

"This is how it will be from now on." Bhola was saying. "I want the cuckold ..."

I left before I could hear more.

* * *

Thirty minutes later Bhola walked into my home office room. He was completely naked, his large penis hanging limply, as he entered. I was seated at my work desk, my laptop opened in front of me. There was a bed in the room, and a sofa to one side. Bhola walked and sat down on the sofa, spreading his legs. I looked at him warily.

"What do you want, Bhola? Why don't you go put on some clothes!" I asked. "And where is Neetu?"

"She is coming here, sahib." Bhola replied cockily, not making any move to get up at all. "I am going to show you just how much of a slut your wife is, sahib."

I looked at him, a little bit scared.

"You just had sex with ... and then came inside my wife." I complained. "Now ... again ... right in front of me ... you say you are going to show me what a slut my wife is? Are you going to ... make love ... to her again?"

"Yes, sahib." Bhola gave me a smug look. "You are a cuckold, sahib. That's what your life will now look like! And it's not sex ... or making love. Please! It's fucking. FUCKING! I fuck your wife. I don't make love to her, nor do I love her. I just fuck her. And yes, I will be fucking memsaab ALL the time. And you ... you are nothing but a pathetic cuckold, sahib. You should accept this."

Neetu walked into the room, avoiding my gaze. She also was fully naked, not bothering to even put on a dupatta as she walked from the terrace back into the apartment, her gelatinous buttocks swinging wildly as she stepped into the room.

"Isn't this better, my jaanu?" Neetu told me as she came into my presence. "You now have a front row seat... No longer do you need to secretly peek through the open door, ever since the first time Bhola took me. Gone is all the pretense and performing like a married couple as we had been doing so long."

"Memsaab." Bhola pointed at my wife and snapped his fingers. "Kneel. Here. Now."

"Yes, Bhola."

"And my cock. Take it in your mouth."

"Yes, Bhola."

I watched as my beautiful wife Neetu knelt in front of the sofa where our servant was seated, and dutifully went down on Bhola, sucking on his dick like it was a precious lollypop. Bhola kept a firm hand on her hair, guiding her as he fucked her mouth with his giant cock. Amazing ... despite just having cum in my wife half an hour ago, he was already hard.

"Watch her suck my cock, sahib." Bhola boasted. "That's what your wife - and the mother of your kids - is. A slut. A very good cock sucking slut."

There was a slight snigger in his voice as Bhola said "your" kids. He knew, and he knew I knew.

Neetu continued to take our servant's long penis in her mouth, trying to get as much of it as possible in her throat. Bhola remained seated calmly, looking at me smugly as if nothing was happening. He moved his eyes slightly lower to glance towards my crotch and grinned again. I turned bright red with embarrassment - it was clear that my cock was now rock hard seeing my wife sucking our servant's cock right there in front of me.

"Sahib, come here." Bhola suddenly snapped his fingers authoritatively. "Sit here beside your cock sucking slut of a wife."

Even as my mind tried to resist his order, I found myself getting up, walking towards the two of them, and kneeling down beside a naked Neetu, even as she had Bhola's cock in her mouth.

"Kiss your randi wife's right cheek." Bhola ordered.

I turned to look at my wife. Her eyes were closed, and she was still sucking his cock. I leaned in and pressed my lips against her right cheek.

"Do you feel my cock, sahib?" Bhola boasted, as he continued to fuck my wife's mouth.

I recoiled back in horror. Yes, as I kissed Neetu's cheek, I could feel Bhola's dick press against her cheek from the inside of her mouth. He was rock hard.

Suddenly Bhola withdrew his cock from my wife's lips. There was a sharp sound as his penis, dripping with my wife's saliva, slid out of her mouth.

"Bhola?" Neetu looked at him quizzically. "What happened?"

"You don't question me, slut." Bhola replied to her, and then raised his hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

As I knelt there, beside my wife, I watched in silence as my servant slapped my wife with impunity.

"Your wife is a slut." Bhola told me. "And sluts need to be kept in line. Do you understand, sahib?"

"Er ... yes, Bhola."

"And I like to keep my sluts in line by slapping them. Do you understand, sahib, that I will be slapping memsaab whenever I want, caning her, or spanking her, if she displeases me? For you ... she is your wife ... but to me ... memsaab is just one more slut I get to fuck. And slap."

"Er ... yes, Bhola."

"Good. Now, slut," Bhola turned his attention back to my wife. "Show me your right cheek again, randi."

Even though she had just been slapped a few times, my wife obediently presented her right cheek to my servant as instructed.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Good. Now, memsaab." Bhola ordered, after slapping her a couple more times. "Kiss the tip of my dick."

"Yes, Bhola."

Obediently my wife kissed and licked the head of Bhola's large cock.

"Now kiss your cuckold husband on his lips." Bhola commanded.

"Yes, Bhola."

Perfunctorily Neetu then turned and kissed me on the lips. As we smooched, I realized that these lips had just seconds ago been on another man's dick. Bhola then adjusted himself, so he was now even more laid back on the sofa. I could see that he had raised his hips slightly, and I could see the beginning of his anus.

"Memsaab." Bhola grabbed my wife's hair and pulled it firmly. "You know what to do?"

"Yes, Bhola."

"Good."

SLAP!

SLAP!

Once more he quickly slapped her a couple of times, before letting go of her hair.

Neetu looked me in the eyes as she once again began to kiss his hard cock. Then she started to lick his balls, and then her lips wandered over to his anus. His balls rested on her nose and his huge cock on her forehead, as my wife's tongue went into my servant's asshole. Bhola relaxed even more and raised his hips more, as more of his buttocks came into view.

His cock is so much bigger than mine, I realized, as I was looking at him in close proximity. Anyone who says size does not matter ... well, glancing at my wife, I knew it was a lie. Those beautiful lips of hers that I passionately kissed ... they were now sliding over our servant's butt crack.

"My favourite part, sahib," Bhola suddenly spoke, as Neetu went back to kissing his penis, "Of fucking a married woman, is when she admits I am bigger than her husband. In your case, sahib, I don't think there was any contest, was there?"

"Er ... no, Bhola." I had to admit. "You are much larger than me in size."

It was obvious how large he was, even as my wife's lips wrapped around his manhood. To be honest, Neetu's lips never looked sexier. Not even on our marital night when she had kissed me for the first time after taking our vows. They way they looked so good sucking on Bhola's cock - it was as if this was how Neetu's lips were meant to be.

"Memsaab, stop." Bhola suddenly ordered my wife. Obediently Neetu stopped and looked up at him. He slapped her sharply again.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Now go kiss your husband on the lips again, memsaab."

"Yes, Bhola."

Once again, I was kissed on the lips by my wife. She rubbed her lips against mine ... the very same lips that moments ago had been on my servant's asshole.

"Was it fun to kiss me, my dear?" Neetu asked me, even as she licked my lips with the same tongue that had licked Bhola's ass.

"Er ... always, my love."

Bhola now sat up properly on the sofa.

"Memsaab." Bhola snapped his fingers. "Turn around so your back is to me, and then bend over, my slut."

SMACK!

SMACK!

Her ass quivered as Bhola smacked her on the rump.

"Such a nice ass your wife has, sahib." Bhola crooned. "Ok, memsaab. Time to go on the bed. I don't think we have yet fucked on this bed ... the one in your cuckold husband's office."

He grabbed her by the hair and led her to the bed. Neetu and Bhola were both acting as if they were the only ones in the room. As if I wasn't even there. I watched as my sweet little wife started bouncing up and down all over his big fat cock. I knew I should be mad, should have been mortified, should have stopped that from happening, but all I could think of was her good her ass looked.

It was clear that Neetu loved to feel his body tight against hers. There was a sense of dominance and ownership Bhola had over her.

Suddenly, just for a moment, Bhola stopped fucking her, and Neetu turned to look at me straight in the eyes.

"You are just going to sit there, right, hubby?" She smiled. "You are going to sit and watch your servant fuck me, and shoot me full of cum."

"Er ... yes, I guess, my love."

"The first time I was fucked like this, it was painful." Neetu recounted. "Now ... it's the emptiness when he is away that is most unbearable."

"I make your wife happy, sahib." Bhola boasted, as he resumed fucking Neetu.

"He is reaching in your wife places you can only dream of reaching, cuckold." Neetu groaned, as she started rocking with him. "I love him."

"Er ... I know, jaan."

"Let's give your cuckold husband a better view." Bhola suddenly said, as he stopped fucking her. He got up, and then made Neetu get on all fours facing me.

"Spread your legs a bit more, bitch."

As Bhola went behind her and started to penetrate her, Neetu glanced at me defiantly, smiling, before she closed her eyes closed and she bit her lip.

"Oh ... my ... goodness!" Neetu murmured again, as Bhola started fucking her hard from behind. I could see her large tits swinging as he banged her. "He is so good, my love, my cuckold! I am going to cum again."

Bhola pulled her sharply by the hair, forcing her head up to look straight at me.

"I am going to cum inside your wife again." He declared, as he continued to bang her.

"Yes, Bhola."

Soon I watched as he again filled my wife with his seed. I looked down and found my own seeds dripping from my dick, a dick that had been put aside by my wife.

They rested for about twenty minutes, Bhola still balls deep in my wife. It took him another ten minutes to recover. This time he fucked her in the butt, doggy style. Neetu continued to moan throughout the session, even as she was spanked, slapped and fucked.

* * *

Evening tea, and later dinner, was a strange affair. I still had to work, and my wife Neetu and servant Bhola excused themselves from my office. I heard them in the kitchen, working, and laughing. I hoped they finally put on some clothes.

My wife brought me some tea and biscuits, and I finally finished the project an hour before dinner time. I went and watched some TV, and some news, but I couldn't really focus, as my mind was completely distracted.

My wife called me to the table for dinner. I knew Neetu still had Bhola's cum inside her while we ate so it was hard not to get aroused. We spent the whole dinner pretending nothing had happened. Afterwards, Neetu even joined me on the sofa as we watched an episode of a comedy show.

Around eleven I got up and decided to go to bed.

"Where are you going, honey?" Neetu asked me sweetly, as I started to head towards our bedroom.

"Er ... to bed, my love." I told her.

"That is the master bedroom, my dear." Neetu looked at me and smiled. "Do you think you deserve to go to the master bedroom, my dear cuckold?"

"Er ..." I looked at her, and then at Bhola, puzzled.

Neetu decided enough was enough and stepped forward.

"My dear cuckold husband." She ordered. "From now you will sleep in the bed in your office. If you need to use the toilet, you will use the servant's toilet. The master bedroom and my bedroom are off limits to you."

"Oh." Very rapidly this holiday was getting out of my control.

"If you need to fetch something from, or enter these rooms, you will seek my permission." Bhola now spoke up. "Mine only ... not your wife's. This is all as per memsaab's instructions."

"Er ... yes, Bhola."

Bhola smiled and shared a look with Neetu. It was clear they were both amused as to how quickly I had accepted my demoted position in this household.

"Can I fetch some things for the night?" I looked at Neetu despairingly. My wife shook her head.

"Honey, you need to leave to your office room now." Neetu ordered. "And close your door when you enter. I want to be alone with Bhola and I don't want to be disturbed."

"I understand, my dear."

As she pulled Bhola in for a kiss I realized that this was no longer just about sex. He was her lover. He was her man.

* * *

Stunned and speechless, I watched Bhola start to unload his balls in my wife's pussy.

"Honey, he is hard and about to cum." Neetu ordered. "Be a good cuck and pull down my panties."

It is now three years later.

Three years after our events in Pune, where Bhola finally took charge, and I was forced by my wife to come out openly as a cuckold.

The rest of the Pune holiday had gone just as you could imagine. Bhola took full advantage that now everything was out in the open, and Neetu was fucked at will.

They never wasted a moment and marked every single corner of the house with their intense love making or rather the debasement of my wife by her lover. The majority of the time, Neetu made sure I was always there to spectate as Bhola degraded my wife to the cheapest whore on the market. She wanted me there, to be part of their "baby making" process.

"Honey, you have to support Bhola since he is doing so much for us. He feels guilty when you are not there, and he performs better when you are there as a spectator. After all, he is giving you the ultimate gift as a father."

Bhola smirked as he would fill up her pussy with his powerful seed and I had to be the one who would have to help my wife hold her legs up high after each encounter so that his seed didn't go to waste. After each romp, I had the duty of cleaning her up, sometimes even after she had been drenched with his urine that she now loved to swallow.

"Even his urine tastes so sweet dear... Gives me the energy to spread my legs for him." She would tell me, even as she kissed me as I bathed and cleaned her for her lover.

Many times, during this cleaning process, Bhola would just barge into the shower, and I had to step aside so that he could press her against the wall and pound her into her ass that he loved with his big cock, bringing her to countless orgasms as he did.

A couple of times, he finished in her ass instead of her pussy and I was the one my wife would give a proper scolding.

"You should have asked him to fill up my pussy, instead of my ass!" She would berate me, holding me by the ear and giving it a proper painful twist. "You know the poor man was too horny to think right. You have to be more attentive, dear!"

In addition, I also had to do all the chores around the house so that Bhola could be rested and be ready to mount her again and again. I was also in charge of choosing and shopping for different lingerie that Bhola would turn to mere rags after their session together.

"That was a 30,000-rupee babydoll set, my dear!" I complained after one such session.

"It's your way of keeping Bhola interested in your wife, and I think you are doing a great job, jaanu!" Neetu soothed me, as she kissed me with the same lips that, a few moments earlier, had been busy licking off sweat from her lover's asshole.

At night, it was more of a private affair between them, as I had been banished from the master bedroom. Bhola was now truly the master, and I was the ultimate cuckold while he slept with my wife or rather kept her awake throughout the night. Although they slept late, I didn't have that luxury since I had to wake up early and bring their breakfast to bed, many a times, cleaning the dried crusts off her pussy with the torn lingerie he had ruined the night before, while I watched her service his morning wood and stick her tongue along his dark crevices to wake him up. All this, in addition to working, of course.

In the final week of our stay, Neetu wanted to spice things up for Bhola as she feared things were getting too 'vanilla' between them.

"You know, I have read an article where men perform better whenever there's competition." She told me. "I have an idea that I think you will like."

"I think you are already pregnant, my sweet dear wife," I tried to reason with her, "Bhola has been pounding you day and night for days now!"

"For your kind information, it's just been two weeks. I think if we bring him some friends and family, it will definitely boost his morale." Neetu took out my cock from my pants and started to stroke it. "Um ... Have you masturbated today, my dear?"

"Er ... no." I shook my head, even as I continued to get hard. "You told me ... not to ... so I could improve my concentration."

Neetu grinned.

"You didn't like me punishing you for masturbating yesterday, did you?" She asked me.

"You didn't have to punish me in front of Bhola!" I complained.

"I had to." Neetu grinned, as she rubbed a finger down my shaft. "I had explicitly told you last week to remain in chastity, but I caught you ... playing with yourself ... yesterday. So ... I had to teach you a lesson."

"You slapped me in front of Bhola." I grumbled. "And pulled my ear. And made me go stand in the corner ... while ... you ... he."

"It is for your own good." Neetu murmured. "You are now a cuckold. You should do as you are told. Next time I catch you, my jaan, I will give you even more humiliating punishments. Or maybe have Bhola cane you."

"So ..." I asked her, eager to change the topic from my punishments, especially by Bhola. "Who did you want to invite? You said friends ... and ... family?"

"Honey, it's our last week in India next week, and who knows when I will see Bhola again, so I think we should invite some special people over to celebrate." She pointed out as she fondled my now rock-hard cock. "Perhaps, you could even have a proper release..."

Immediately, seeing a glimpse of hope to get a release from this enforced chastity, I readily agreed to her idea.

So, on the last week of our stay in India, Bhola was joined by his brother Bunty and my cousin Manav. They entered the house with a cake - for our farewell party.

"You know, I have been ordered to remain naked and ready by Bhola" Neetu told me, as she flaunted her naked body around me, only wearing selected jewelry and the mangalsutra on her. "This will be a party to remember."

Well, it was one to remember, as all of the pictures taken were of my naked wife busy on her knees in front of the guests, while I cut the cake alone. For a week I had to watch these men, sometimes by themselves, other times in twos and threes, take my wife to bed. They took turns to fuck her continuously and do whatever else they wished with her. I was the servant, preparing the meals, cleaning the bed, while also doing my work, while they used Neetu as a sex toy and cum dump.

The very last night at the apartment I was given a phone and told to record as the three men took turns to fill each of Neetu's holes one by one with their sperm, as if to facilitate who had left the baby making the largest spunk inside my wife.

After we had returned to Canada, to no one's surprise, Neetu was once again pregnant. Neetu had one more surprise for me.

"Darling." She told me. "My mother's papers have come through. I had applied to sponsor her into Canada three years ago."

Neetu's mom joined us six months later. Initially she stayed with us, and after some time, Neetu got her a condo nearby. My mother-in-law is young at heart, and very entrepreneurial, and soon she was running her wedding planning agency. When Neetu finally delivered, my mother-in-law was a big help in taking care of the kids (both old and new), and helping Neetu recover.

Three months ago, Neetu had another surprise for me.

"Bhola got accepted as a student at the trade college here." She told me. "He is going to come to Ottawa as a student, and already he spoke with a friend of his who has his own trucking firm. Bhola will work as a trucker while he finishes his two-year course."

"Oh." That was my reaction.

There is no way Bhola qualified on his own, I thought to myself. He must have had a helping hand.

"It is working out so nicely." My wife was very happy. "Bhola's timing coming to Canada. I was just thinking that we should now try for a fourth kid."

My son Sahil was now twelve, and daughter Sunita is five years old. Sahil and Sunita were in school. The youngest boy, Samar, was two years old, and at the moment was in daycare.

As Neetu said, we were now trying for a fourth kid. And when I say "we", it is really my wife and Bhola. For the last two months, every morning after the kids were dropped off in school and daycare, my wife is getting his cum in her pussy every single day, while I get to cum in my hand. That was our daily ritual even before breakfast.

My wife is cuckolding me every single day. Sometimes, if she wishes, I get to see her impaled on his huge cock. Sometimes I even get to kiss her while she is having an orgasm on his cock. I have learned to like that. Other times my wife just wants me out of the way. When Neetu is in the mood for a good banging, she hates it when I hover nearby.

"It disturbs me." She complained, "And I just want it to be between me and Bhola."

As a cuck, I know I have to respect her wishes and give them the privacy they deserve. It, and it sounds strange, I love to watch them both do it. She's just so expert in the art of pleasuring a man! I especially love it when she gives him a casual blowjob. Even as Neetu builds up to an ejaculation in her mouth, it makes me cum as well.

After Bhola ejaculates in her mouth, she looks up lovingly at him, and he at her. If she ever looks at me, the gaze is filled with pity, scorn and a sad disgust. I have also learned to love that look of hers. He is giving her what I can't.

Life is different now. I am no longer her main man, but her cuckold. Sometimes she will call me to the bedroom and spread her legs. It doesn't mean now what it used to before. Now, when her legs are spread for me, it is my duty to go down on her and lick her pussy until she is squirting helplessly from an orgasm. I give her the best tongue - and she knows it.

Bhola comes over often now. His classes are going well, and he was promoted as a scheduling manager of his friend's trucking company. His PR application is also on the way.

Bhola lives nearby, and prides himself as a Casanova, with many women listed as fuck buddies on his roster, but Neetu is, and always has been, his favourite hot wife. Not only does he love to fuck her senseless with huge orgasms, but he also laughs an evil laugh when he watches me stand in the corner rubbing my little prick at his command, as I watch them do it.

Nowadays, after a good long session, he often makes me lick my wife's well fucked pussy. Even as Neetu is gazing at Bhola with deep love in his eyes, he will be smirking at me, watching me act like the cuckold I was. Neetu will soon be ready to go again, and she will keep going until Bhola is exhausted.

To no one's surprise, Neetu became pregnant for the fourth time.

* * *

Four years later, Bhola's brother Bunty moved to Canada as well. Somehow, I knew he would move to Ottawa. To be close to Bhola.

And Neetu.

Neetu and I are now the proud parents of four kids.

Sahil was now sixteen, and soon he would be ready for university. He was growing up to be a bright, intelligent, and handsome young man. His younger sister Sunita was now nine years old and becoming quite the mischievous girl. Samar was now six, and the youngest boy, Suresh, had just turned three.

One day I had to go to work and returned home a little early. Neetu opened the door. Her hair looked dishevelled, and there were red marks on her cheeks.

"Hi Darling, did you leave work earlier today?"

"Er ... yes, my love. What happened? You are panting."

"Well," Neetu giggled. "As you can see, Bunty and Bhola are here, and they are already fucking me for three hours straight. I am so hungry! Could you kindly make something to eat for all of us?"

I didn't even have time to reply, as Bhola walked into the room. He was fully naked. And aroused.

"Memsaab." He turned and snapped his fingers. "On your knees."

I didn't even notice how compliantly my wife simply turned and went down on her knees. If I was honest, I must confess I think she even forgot I was in the house. Bhola, and his big cock, had her complete attention.

And mine.

Seeing his dick so completely buried in her mouth made me so hard.

This had started as a fantasy that only happened on holidays in India. Now it was only painfully real. And constant. And here in Canada.

"Your woman was born to be on her knees." Bhola turned to me and smirked. "Do you understand, sahib?"

"Yes, Bhola." I replied sadly.

"Here it comes." Bhola turned to my wife. "Randi! Open your mouth completely and swallow fully what I give you."

My wife whimpered in anticipation and desire. She was hungry for his hot white juice. She wanted to please him so very much. When he started shooting into her sucking mouth, she didn't miss a single drop.

* * *

"There they come, cuckold. Now remember the drill?" Neetu informed me, keeping an eye on the door. The older kids were in school, and the youngest one had been dropped off at Neetu's mom's place.

"Yes, dear." I replied.

"You greet them on your knees, and politely ask if they want anything to eat. If they want something, you make it." Neetu instructed. "Otherwise, you go out and wash Bunty's new car. He is doing well in Canada. Must be fucking the right women."

"Yes, dear."

"And if we are in the bedroom, don't come inside without knocking. Actually, don't come inside unless you are called."

"Yes, dear."

Half an hour later I entered my home again after washing Bunty's new car. Our new home was in a more secluded part of the town, and our backyard, which included a big pool, led into a ravine. With a tall fence, and no neighbour on either side for a mile, we had complete privacy, especially at the pool. As Bhola, Bunty and Neetu were on the pool deck, I made my way upstairs.

I was now in the master bedroom, upstairs, which had a large window facing the backyard. From the comfort of my bed, I rolled my pants down, and then my underpants, and took my cock in my hand. From the window, I watched the pool deck where the sun shone brightly. There were three people there. My wife Neetu, and the two brothers - Bhola and Bunty - who had come to visit her.

I started to rub my penis.

Neetu was wearing a small skimpy two-piece bathing suit that I knew wasn't going to be on her for long. Even now, as she lay back on the lounge chair by the pool, both brothers stood beside her, their own pants down by their ankles. My wife Neetu was busy taking turns, sucking off their cocks to hardness, while lying back on the chair.

Suddenly my cell phone rang. I glanced at it. It was Neetu's mom.

"Hello?" I answered the call, my bliss and masturbation session rudely interrupted. "Mama?"

It was actually my youngest, Suresh, calling me from his grandmother's phone.

"Papa." Suresh spoke. He was soft spoken, and while he had learned to speak early as a kid, his still formulated his words slowly. "Where is mummy?"

A lump formed on my throat.

"She is busy, my son." I replied, as my eyes glanced back to the backyard. "We have some visitors."

"Is it those two uncles?" Suresh asked. "Bhola uncle and Bunty uncle?"

"Yes, son." I answered.

"They are here often." Suresh commented.

"Yes," I answered. "They are very important close family members, my son."

"What is mummy doing?" Suresh asked.

I watched from the window as Bunty and Bhola began to spit roast my wife.

"She is ... er ... serving our guests." I perfunctorily replied. My eyes then fell to a big portrait that hung in our bedroom, above the bed's headstand.

We had visited the Parliament last month. There, Neetu had made me take a picture of her, the kids, along with Bhola and Bunty. The time had been late afternoon, and the picture came out really nice.

Bhola. Bunty. Neetu. Hugging and enjoying each others' company. The kids - Sahil, Sunita, Samar, and Suresh in the stroller. All of them resembling each other. Sahil now had Bhola's jawline and his eyes. Sunita had his hair. Samar and Suresh had Bhola's eyes and good features as well. All of them were looking at the camera, smiling together with the perfect synchronization. It was the perfect family picture.

Without me in it.

This was the picture that Neetu had blown up to a big size, framed, and now it was hanging in our bedroom.

"Why do you want to hang it here, above our bed, my love?" I had asked Neetu.

"So that whenever I let you fuck me, Gopal," Neetu told me, "And admittedly which is now not that often, you can keep on looking at the picture, just to remind you that you are, and always will be, a cuck!"

So that is my life now.

A cuckold.

I didn't want it like that. I just wanted my wife to be pregnant. And to watch.

And that is how it started.

And here I am.

Take it as a warning. It is how it will always end.

Your wife says she will love you. But in the end, the bigger cock will win.

Sometimes, if you are lucky, she will leave you.

Other times, she will remain with you ... but her heart ... and her pussy ... belongs to another man.

And you will be a cuckold.

Like me.