My Indian Slut Wife Vidya - Part 07

It took some time for things to be normal after our return back to Pune from Mr. Sarun's house in Kolkata. I mean, Vidya needed two days after our return just to recover some of her strength. My darling wife barely had the stamina on the flight back – I guess after a week of having her pussy or asshole pulverized by my boss's monster sized dick on a near constant basis, she needed a lot of rest.

For that first week after our return from Mr. Sarun's home, Vidya and I didn't really get to speak that much. When I would get up for work, she would still be in bed, sleeping. I would make my own breakfast and head to work. I would throw myself into various projects in the office and return late. By the time I was home, it was 10 or even 1030 pm. Vidya had already eaten, and was back in bed, fast asleep. I would have some dinner that she had left out, and watch some TV before going to sleep myself.

It was somewhat of a relief not to have to talk – or even to encounter each other. We needed some time alone to reflect after that week. Moreover, I couldn't really bring myself to talk to her. I was ashamed, humiliated and unable to even meet her gaze.

I remembered how it had all started. How Mr. Sarun had described my wife when visiting me at work.

A sex bomb, he had commented about my wife. Nice long legs, good broad ass, and a great set of tits.

And then he had laid down the proposal: I haven't fucked a high class pussy in a while.

My wife. The bastard was talking about my wife. A high class pussy.

For so long, I was enjoying the cuckold lifestyle by pretending it wasn't there. I mean, when I married Vidya, I didn't marry knowing I would become a cuckolded husband. I knew of course that she was no virgin, unlike me. And despite my small equipment, we did manage to keep each other happy. For so long after our wedding, we did maintain a stable, faithful marriage.

And then Gaurav happened.

And then Ramu.

Before I knew it, I had become a willing cuckold. My sweet wife was regularly being banged by other men with much larger cocks. In my house, on my bed. With, and often without, my knowledge. But most importantly, with my consent. Consent that became increasingly less and less important.

For example, whenever our former neighbor Balachandra visited, he would spend the time in my place with his large pecker buried into my wife's cunt. Vidya would announce his arrival, and I would be discreetly sent away, to be "busy in the office", and my dear wife and her lover would make up for lost time by fucking like rabbits.

You are the world's best husband, Vidya would tell me, after I would return home and he was gone.

Then there had been the time when the guard Wasim and his friends treated my wife like their own personal hooker, with her providing sexual services to those low class men on demand. She was viscously fucked, gang banged, slapped, spanked, caned and humiliated on a constant basis when I was at work. If there wasn't a cock in her pussy, there was one in her ass, or in her mouth.

And Ramu. Her personal favourite, and her very first long term extra marital lover. Ramu the milkman. Even though he was no longer a milkman, that's what we both called him. Whenever Ramu would pass by the city, my wife was his personal booty call. Vidya would show me his text and send me away with a hug and a kiss.

I need his cock, jaanu, she would tell me. And I would go outside, waiting like a faithful dog, until she would text me that he was gone, and it was OK for me to come back to my own house.

This was the way our marriage had been. And I had been fine with that. I had made peace with that.

You should be a proud cuckold, jaanu, Vidya would tell me. You know these affairs of mine are physical only. I need their large cocks. I need to be taken by a proper man and be ravaged by a real man. I need things done to me that you cannot do, darling.

I did feel proud. I knew that she was getting momentary pleasure, and then she was coming back to me. I admit, I did get turned on by the fact that I thought I was giving Vidya away to someone else, and then she is choosing to come back to me after the sex was done. Yes, reality is more complicated of course, but I could play my mind games. The point is, none of her lovers knew that I knew.

As long we kept up this charade, everything was fine.

And then Mr. Sarun happened. The gig, as they say, was up.

Mr. Sarun broke that make-believe act to pieces. It was so bad that I couldn't even meet my wife's gaze after we had returned. Yes, she was tired and resting, but I was purposely avoiding her. Avoiding talking to her.

I mean, what could I say? What was there to say? I, a man, a proud INDIAN man, had watched silently and helplessly while my boss had violated my dear wife's body in all sorts of ways. I was powerless to help her as she was spanked or caned on her buttocks, slapped on her face, or had her pussy or asshole pounded by his humongous dick on a near constant basis. She was his personal cum dump.

Here was a man calling me a cuckold and fucking my wife in front of me. I had nowhere to hide; I had to feebly watch as my wife submitted herself to this other man in the full sense of the word.

Spread your legs, raandi, Mr. Sarun would command, and my wife would obey.

What a tight cunt you have, bitch, he would tell her, and she would thank him for the compliment, even as she was getting her pussy pummeled.

Don't delay in answering my questions, Mr. Sarun would instruct her, before slapping her, and Vidya would meekly apologize and ask for forgiveness from him even as she was slapped again.

My wife was his personal slave girl. She had no dignity left of her own. She was stripped naked, spanked and then fucked in front of the servants. She was at my boss's beck and call.

And it was all happening in front of me.

I remembered one particular night when after discussing some work stuff with me, my boss had casually called Vidya into the room, stripped her fully nude, made her lie down on the floor, face down, and then had anal intercourse with her even as I sat there, shamelessly watching. Mr. Sarun would occasionally pause, raise a hand and smack Vidya sharply on her bum, leaving a red handprint. He would then smack her on the other butt cheek, before resuming the butt fucking. My wife Vidya was being fucked like a two rupee whore in front of me, and I could do nothing but try to look away. And I would recognize just how enthusiastically Vidya was participating in all of this.

Even as my wife was being spanked on her bum and called all types of crude insults, she would make grunting and moaning noises enthusiastically as Mr. Sarun boned her. I had watched feebly as he emptied gallons of cum into my wife's rectum. That had just been one night of the many nights of debauchery Mr. Sarun and Vidya had engaged in.

I no longer had the option to pretend that nothing was amiss; everything was out in the open. I was a cuckold. My wife – my dear Vidya – was a slut and another man's willing slave. There was nowhere to hide anymore. And the humiliating way Mr. Sarun had dealt with Vidya – fucking her, spanking her, slapping her, sodomizing her, using her at will, and the seemingly eager way Vidya had not only submitted but seemed to have enjoyed her new role as his slave girl – had completely destroyed any semblance of normalcy I could pretend existed in my marriage. Normally I could pretend Vidya was having a momentary pleasure and coming back to me. Now I wasn't sure any more – she seemed to have submitted to Mr. Sarun in every sense of the word.

The week after our return, I had ample time on my commute back and forth from work to think about the state of my marriage. I wondered how we could ever return to a normal marriage again.

I needn't have worried. Yes, my cuckoldry and my marriage was evolving, but my darling Vidya was going to take care of this new phase of our lives.

Or so it seemed at first.

* * *

On Thursday I returned home particularly late. I had texted to Vidya to have her dinner and I would get something to go at work. It was nearly 11 pm when I entered the house. I freshened up and went upstairs to bed. Vidya was already in bed, but she wasn't asleep. She was reading.

My darling wife was dressed in a sheer pink negligee that left very little to the imagination. The top was a string with two large flaps that went over her nipples, while the bottom was another string which barely covered her pussy. They were connected by a cloth that of thin transparent pink material. My dick immediately hardened when I saw her. My lovely, sexy, beautiful wife, with her sexy long legs and big boobs! Why wouldn't any man want her!

Vidya saw me looking and smiled. She had a lovely smile. Vidya put down the book and sat up.

"Jaanu. My poor, dear cuckold." She told me. "Come here! Start stripping! Now!"

These were the first proper words we had spoken to each other in days.

"Yes, dear." I rushed to comply. I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers fall to the floor. I reached up and loosened my tie, and then unbuttoned my shirt. The only item of clothing I had on was now my underwear. I looked at Vidya, who still had a smile on her lips, and then I bent over, pulled and stepped out of my underwear.

My little penis sprang free, and my balls hung limply as Vidya sashayed over to me. She looked like a goddess – the moonlight was flooding the room through the open bay windows, the wind blew at her negligee, lifting it slightly and blowing through her thick, luscious silky hair. Her smile lit up the room like a thousand watt bulb.

She bent down and delicately touched my penis.

"Oh how I missed your little penis, darling." She bent down and gave my manhood a good kiss. Immediately it seemed to spring to life. Vidya laughed.

"Oh, look, how it's trying to stand to attention!"

"Yes, dear. It's you – which man wouldn't be turned on when you look as ravishing as you do!"

Vidya gently stroked me.

"Well, darling!" She teased me. "What will be tonight? My ass, pussy or my mouth?"

Oh yes! I was going to cum tonight! In her!

"I ..." I was at a loss for words. When Vidya got into one of her playful moods I knew I was in for a long night. Then I got a little brave, and told her, "Why not all three, dear?"

"All three?!" Vidya laughed, and slightly patted my cheeks. "My jaanu, you are not Mr. Sarun."

"I know." I must have made a face, because Vidya immediately kissed me.

"I could try, though!" I meekly murmured.

"Sure, darling, I will humour you!" Vidya was up for it. She bent down and knelt, and then took my penis in her mouth.

"Mmm." She gently ran her tongue along the edge of my rod. "Oh, how I missed you mini dick. After having that giant rod of your boss ram me for days on, I could get used to your little dicklet again, my dear cuckold husband."

"Yes, dear." I tried not to cum as Vidya took my balls in her mouth and gently rolled her tongue around my scrotum. "Oh, God! You are so sexy, Vidya."

"I know darling." Vidya took my penis out of her mouth. She had a twinkle in her eye as she said, "Your boss thinks so too, dear! And so does the milkman! And our neighbour!"

Leaving me rock hard, Vidya climbed on to the bed. I continued to stand there, gently stroking myself to maintain my hardness, as Vidya spread her legs.

"Come, darling." She beckoned. "Put your little peepee in my pussy. Time to reclaim what's yours."

I mounted her and plunged into her. I couldn't hold on for long, however, as I began to hump her. Vidya kept teasing me by squeezing her inner walls against my shaft and rocking herself, calling me names such as "cuckold" and "sissy", and taunted me on how my boss had used her – my wife – as a whore and cum dump. With a groan I started to ejaculate into her.

"Two and half minutes, my dear husband!" Vidya laughed. "Is that a new low record for you?"

Afterwards we lay on the bed, my face buried in her ample bosom, my dick somewhere between her thighs, as she hugged me and lovingly caressed my hair with one hand.

"My dear, sweet husband! My jaanu." She cooed, as she repeatedly ran her hand through my hair, and stroked my cheek. "My poor, dear cuckold."

It felt so good, to be back in her arms, to feel the scent of her loving breath on my face, and to feel the sweet lips pressed into a kiss on my cheeks. After some time, Vidya asked me, "So, darling. My dear cuckold, do you want to talk about it?"

"Talk about what, Vidya?"

"About last week. About Mr. Sarun, and how he treated me the way he did, my dear cuck?"

"Oh." I made a face. "Do we have to, Vidya?"

It was Vidya's turn to grimace. "I don't want to, sweetie, but we have to."

I looked deep into Vidya's eyes, and I saw a lot of apprehension. She stroked my now limp penis as she talked.

"You know, in the past whenever I had my affairs," She told me, "I was the one in charge. With Gaurav. With Ramu. With Balachandraji. Sure – those men thought they were fucking me behind your back, and I let them think they were wooing and seducing me, but I was the one in charge of the affairs. They began when I wanted, they ended when I wanted, and I wanted to be involved in whatever sexual activity those men were interested in."

"Yes, dear, I know." I tried to comfort her, even as her nails gently brushed my scrotum. Thinking about the time our milkman Ramu had banged my wife on our bed was turning me on.

"Hush, darling, let me speak." Vidya started to talk fast and the words started coming out in a rush. "Last week your boss Mr. Sarun used me – your wife – as his wretched slave girl. There's no way to mince words. I was his bitch. His concubine. His property. His cum dump. The new rakhel of his harem. I was completely powerless in his hands. I was his wretched slave girl."

"I know dear, I ..."

SLAP!

Vidya raised a hand and slapped me, hard.

"Hush, darling! I told you to be quiet!"

SLAP!

"I am so sorry dear."

"So, as I was saying," Vidya continued, "Jaanu, your boss used me in every way possible, and filled my every hole with his cum. And my husband – staying under the same roof – was helpless to help. You had to watch uselessly as your boss fucked me, spat at me, slapped me, spanked me, caned me, urinated on me and blew his load into my mouth, into my ass, on my body. I was nothing but a fuck toy. My self-respect was completely lost, and it all happened in front of you darling, and you were inept as a man to protect your wife."

"Yes, dear. I know. I was there."

SLAP!

"Shhh, darling. I don't want you to speak until I ask you a question."

"Er ... yes, dear."

Vidya paused for a bit before continuing.

"The frightening thing was, Rajesh," My wife then said, "I was powerless to stop him. I didn't WANT to stop him. I WANTED him to treat me the way he was treating me. I don't know why ... I never felt anything like this before, jaanu. I ... I ... I wanted to be treated like a slave. I WANTED to be humiliated like that."

There was another pause after this confession.

"So my question to you, dear, is this." Vidya said, and then looked at me expectantly. "Do you still love me, my dear cuckold?"

Is that what she was worried about?

"Of course dear, I love you!" I gushed. "How can you think otherwise?"

"Even though," Vidya blushed, "I was another man's slave – his rakhel – you still love me?"

"Yes, dear! I know you only did what you did because you had to – for me! I love you, Vidya!"

"Not entirely for you, my love." Vidya was honest. "For some reason, I wanted to submit to him. So I did what I did, partly because I was enjoying too. How can you accept me as a wife after that, darling?"

"Oh Vidya." I gushed. "I will always love you. I love you, and I don't care what you did or how you felt."

"Oh, thank you, darling. Thank you!" Vidya threw her arms around me hugged me and we kissed a deep, long, passionate kiss. We continued to kiss and suck each other's lips for a long while. After some time, her hand rested on my little pecker.

"Hmm." She laughed. "Looks like your soldier is trying to rouse himself again. All that talk about Mr. Sarun and me got you hot, eh? Even when I slapped you? You are a true cuckold."

"I ... er ..." It was my turn to blush. Vidya laughed again.

"Don't worry, my dear little jaanu." She kissed me. "Maybe you can take my ass tonight after all. And if you want to get hard, just think about all the ways your wife was your boss's personal bitch."

* * *

The next morning I called in sick at work. Vidya and I had sex in the morning and then we went out for brunch at one of the nice places in town. Afterwards, on our return, we had sex again, and then lay in bed, talking.

Our conversation inevitably turned to Mr. Sarun, and how he was now going to be a constant presence in our life. In exchange for some stock of preferred shares in the company, Vidya had agreed to be at his beck and call for a year, whenever he visited India. And we both knew what that meant.

"It's not that you are exactly a confident man," Vidya told me, as we discussed me being a long term cuckold. "Or that you have a large dick. Every time I am enjoying myself with another man, you do fret about losing me."

"I know dear," I admitted. "Sometimes I wonder why you are still with me, after being with all those men ... with much ... larger ... dicks."

Vidya laughed, and then leaned over and kissed me.

"Darling, I admit that I love all the sex I am having. The way those large cocks poke deep inside me, it's something you can never do to me. The way I am treated, the roughness ... that's something I can never get from you. And I do accept that I would suddenly become very upset if I couldn't have this amazing sex. On the other hand ..."

Vidya kissed me once again on the mouth. Her tongue probed deep, and then she caressed my manhood.

"We have to have a strong and loving marriage, jaanu. Otherwise we are playing with fire. You do understand this, don't you, my cuckold?"

I felt her hands tighten around my testicles. I nodded.

"I love sex, as I said," Vidya continued, "But I also love the fact that I am married, and yet enjoying all this variety. I love having the emotional security of a stable relationship, but enjoy this casual, no strings attached sex. Plus the fact that you are monogamous, so I am not sharing you with anyone while I am free to have fun. You are the perfect husband. You know your place in our marriage, and you don't interfere. I get to have my cake and eat it too."

We continued to kiss for some time. Her words continued to ring in my head.

I get to have my cake and eat it too.

I could not deny that the experience of being cuckolded is indeed quite sexually exciting. The times I had taken my dick in my hands and wanked off, while watching on my laptop as the cameras recorded my wife getting ravaged on our bed by her lover are too many. However being a cuckold also has its darker side.

There are times last week when I felt hopelessly frustrated and humiliated. I have gone through a lot of stress and also felt worthless and abjectly embarrassed. Although, it was sexually exciting, my experience with Mr. Sarun was bone-chilling and intimidating. And now I was being prepped by my wife for this to be a constant in our life for the next year or so – not just a one time fling. She was going to be my boss's slave for a year. Yet, if I loved her, there was only one thing I could say.

"I want you, my wife, to enjoy life, and get as much pleasure as you can from it. I love you, my darling." I finally told Vidya. "Putting myself in your shoes, I can understand why you are so much into Mr. Sarun."

"Is that my fantasy, or yours?" Vidya giggled. "You want to know why I enjoyed? He made me feel naughty. I knew he was humiliating both of us, but it was an intense mixture of guilt, ecstasy, and primal desire. Desire – yes, that's it. I desired him."

I get to have my cake and eat it too.

Vidya kissed me again, and then stroked my now rapidly hardening cock.

"Does it bother you, dear, that I desire another man's cock, or be touched by another man? Or that I humiliate you like that – you are in the same room I am with my lover as I am getting fucked, and he is insulting you?"

"If I am being honest," I admitted, "And there is no reason for this. But the thought of you sucking another man's cock, sliding his spit-wet cock in your dripping pussy, riding his cock, bending over doggy and looking at me as he enters you, talking dirty to him and complimenting his cock and body, fucking him till you are screaming out in orgasm, and sucking him again till he cums and swallowing his seed while looking at me – it really drives me wild with desire. I don't know why."

"Well, we know." Vidya laughed. "You have a fetish. It's called being a cuckold, darling."

We fucked again. Even as Vidya's words reverberated inside my head.

I want to have my cake and eat it too.

* * *

Days passed. I knew that in two weeks, Mr. Sarun was due to visit India from USA, and this time he would be staying at our place. Fucking MY wife. Despite that knowledge, our life continued with some semblance of normalcy. We laughed. We smiled. We went out to movies. We had sex. We had sex often.

Everything was, on the surface, fine.

Two days before Mr. Sarun was due to arrive, Vidya got a call from him. It was late at night, almost 11 pm. Mr. Sarun spoke to Vidya for a long time over the phone, with Vidya constantly laughing and giggling like a schoolgirl talking to her crush. I was sent to one corner of the room while she talked, so I couldn't even hear her end of the call. After the conversation was over, I was told to go sit on the bed while Vidya went to the washroom. When she was done, my wife came and sat down on the bed.

"Darling, please stand up."

"Yes, dear." I stood up. I was now standing in front of Vidya, who was seating down on the bed.

"Please take off your pants, darling."

"Er ... yes, dear."

I was now naked from the waist down, my pants at my ankles. Vidya spit into her palm, and took hold of my penis. She started to slowly rub me.

"Darling, Mr. Sarun wants you to make a choice." She announced, as she was stroking me.

"What choice?" I nervously responded. I was wary of Mr. Sarun's mind games.

"Well, dear," I could see Vidya biting her lip, even as her fingers rested on my testicles. "Mr. Sarun feels you weren't there to decide when I accepted those preferred shares from him, in return for being Mr. Sarun's kept woman for a year. So he has offered to withdraw that condition – and the shares – but it's your call."

"So, I ... uh..." For a second I was confused. "So you don't have to, uh ... sleep with him... after all?"

"Yes. I mean ... no." Vidya replied, her face betraying absolutely no hint of what she wanted me to do. "I don't have to sleep with him, ever. But we would lose those shares. He did say your job was secure, since I was with him as his whore for that week."

"I see."

I noticed that Vidya was breathing hard, while she tried not to show it. It was clear that she had a special enthusiasm for Mr. Sarun, and was looking forward to him visiting us. But like a good Indian wife, she was leaving all major decisions to me, her husband.

My thinking could also have been clouded by the fact that I was now sporting a hard on as a result of my wife's hands on my penis.

"Honey," I asked her, "Do you want to be his kept woman?"

"You mean his rakhel? His raandi? His bitch?"

"Er ... yes."

I was expecting her to say no, but she surprised me.

"Would you like it if I were?" She asked, with a sly grin.

"Um ... what do you mean, Vidya?"

"Oh darling." Vidya laughed, "Let's not beat around the bush. Look at your tiny dick now. It's rock hard, and not just because I am giving you a slow handjob. Didn't it excite your little peepee that I spent a whole week with your boss's giant dick shoved into my pussy or my gaand? Every time he grabbed my hair and made me go down on him, didn't you get a little woody when you saw your boss's dick stuffed into my mouth? Didn't it excite you to see your wife be a slut? Every time he split apart my gaand with his giant lund, didn't you cum a little?"

"Um ... I guess ..."

Vidya suddenly let go of my penis and stood up. Before I could realize what was happening, I felt the back of her hand strike my cheek.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

My wife nonchalantly slapped me, again and again, until my cheeks were stinging. Then she sat down and continued.

"I want you to remember these slaps, darling. Remember, YOU were the one who initially agreed to Mr. Sarun having a piece of me, your beloved wife. And didn't it arouse you, when you saw how deeply he fucked me, and how well he pleasured me?"

"I suppose so. So you want to continue with him?"

Vidya didn't answer, but once again stood up.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

I was slapped, again and again, until my wife decided to stop. Then she sat down and continued. My face was now crimson red, and not just because I was blushing at being slapped. My cheeks were stinging. She had slapped me hard.

"We – Mr. Sarun and I – just talked about it." Vidya paused for a while before continuing, "Mr. Sarun said if you want those shares, YOU have to be in agreement before he visits. So only if you tell me that's what you want, then he will come here and make me his rakhel, but we both have to be absolutely sure that this is what you want. He also said once you agree, there's no turning back. He said by the time he was done, I would be ... in his words ... 'begging for his cock in my married pussy' all the time."

"I see."

"And he said he would share me with some of his friends."

"I see."

"Also, understand this, darling," Vidya bit her lip. "It's not just him fucking me. Or spanking me. Or slapping me. Or urinating on me."

"Oh?"

Vidya stopped rubbing my manhood and stood up.

"Darling, I am going to slap you again now. And harder"

"Oh ... I ..."

"Darling," Vidya told me. "Please show me your cheek."

I loved my wife, and I would never disobey her. I slightly turned my face.

SLAP!

Vidya had raised her hand and this time slapped my left cheek quite hard. It was a stinging blow.

"How did that feel, darling?" She asked me.

"Well ... I am not sure." I reflected, even as my cheek started to burn. "You have been slapping me constantly tonight, dear."

"Well, yes." Vidya reflected. "But ... did this slap ... make you feel ashamed?"

"Er ... somewhat." I replied. The truth is, I liked it even though it was humiliating. Vidya didn't fail to notice it as well.

"You are a man ... that too ... an Indian man." She said. "No man should tolerate being slapped by his wife. Yet here I am, slapping you. And I spank you as well."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

She slapped me again and again and again, and then her hands went down to grab my dick.

"Do you know why I slapped you, my jaanu?" She asked, rubbing me again. "To tell you ... to prepare you ... before you say yes."

"Prepare me?" I was puzzled.

SLAP!

This time the slap was even harder, much faster. I was close to tears.

"Mr. Sarun. He will own me, he will be my absolute master." Vidya explained. "Whatever he says, I will do. If he wants me to slap you, I will slap you. If he wants me to piss on you, I will piss on you. I will be his absolute slave girl when he's here. I will still love you, but I will be his. And you know him – he will try to humiliate you and undermine your manhood the best way he can."

I swallowed.

"I understand." I told her.

"And also you ... you have to do everything he says because you are my husband. If I, the wife, am his slave, so is my husband. If you don't wish to obey his commands, the deal is off."

"I see."

"Think carefully, darling." Vidya leaned in closer until I could feel her sweet smelling breath on my lips. "If you say yes, then in this house, in YOUR house, on YOUR marital bed, your honour will be taken by your boss. I am your honour, your izzat, and what you are agreeing to is my body being at his mercy for the rest of the year, once a month. IF NOT MORE."

"I know, dear."

"So, should I call Mr. Sarun and say you agree, dear husband?"

There was a long pause as I ran the ramifications of my decision in my mind.

I realized THIS was why Vidya had been so nice to me this past couple of weeks. WHY we were having sex so often. WHY she brought up the subject of being a long term cuckold so often.

I want to have my cake and eat it too.

She wanted me to say yes. And me? What did I want?

There is no doubt that my wife is unbelievably beautiful when lost in the throes of multiple orgasm and to see it from a voyeur's viewpoint is every bit as incredible to behold. This is why I was a cuckold.

They say this is why people refer to cuckolding as an intellectual's fantasy, because the husband gets aroused at the idea of watching his wife with another man. The ultimate betrayal. Or shall I call it, pleasure.

And what about Vidya?

The wife knows her delicate situation. She knows the road she is on is quite a perilous one. One wrong step and it could mean the end of her relationship. Her every moan and move can cause both jealousy and pleasure to her husband, who in the equation is just a mere spectator. And that would be enough to set her on fire. Both literally and figuratively. After all, cuckolding combines the dark and delicious mix of both cheating and voyeurism.

I want to have my cake and eat it too.

I made a decision. With Vidya stroking my penis, I nodded.

"Yes, darling." I told her. "Tell him I agree."

"Are you sure? Is this what you want? To make your wife a slave of another man?"

Suddenly I could see the hint of a smile on Vidya's lips. She had the look of a cat that just ate the whipped cream. I knew I had made the only decision I could.

"Yes, dear."

Was it my imagination, or did Vidya seem relieved that I agreed?

My cock was rock hard now. Vidya lied down on the bed on her back, and pulled up her nightie. I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties, and her pussy glistened with moisture. All our talk had made her wet too. Reaching down to her soft inner thigh, I gently stroked her tender leg. At the same time, I bent over and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking, biting, and pulling it out even further with my teeth. Her nipple hardened into a soft steel bullet, with her involuntary thrusts to push it further into my hot mouth. Her legs parted. A little at first, then wider, and finally wide enough for me to mount her. That was what she wanted. She wanted me to shove my hard cock into her soft wet pussy.

My cock sank into her wet pool of passion. I tried to do as Mr. Sarun had done, and ram what I could as far down her hole. It seemed to make Vidya wild.

"Oh you bastard. You cuckold! You are going to sell my body to your boss. Fuck me, you coward! You wimp! You cuckold!"

If I thought I was fucking her, it wasn't true. She was fucking me. My wife rammed her cunt on my dick, banging right against my pubic hair, over and over again. She was totally caught up in the moment. It had been sometime since I had sex with her like this, and I knew I couldn't hold out for long.

"Ready to come, you fucking wimp?" She asked me. She was taunting me.

"Yes, dear. Can I?"

She slapped me again.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Do it now!" Vidya commanded. "Fuck me, you prick!"

I shot my cum deep inside her. My penis convulsed and throbbed. Finally, after panting for a while, we both calmed down.

"Oh my darling! Oh my jaan! My love!" Vidya was now sobbing. She was kissing me, and biting my lip hard. "I love you, my dear. I love you. While other men can give me a good fucking, you are the one that makes love to me, my dear. I love you."

"I love you too, my dear." I told her, as our lips pressed against each other.

I was wondering what I had done. My cheeks were still stinging from my wife's slaps.

* * *

The next night, as we lay on the bed, Vidya had an evil grin on her face as we snuggled together. It was our last night together before Mr. Sarun was to show up.

"Darling, soon, tomorrow, after your boss visits, I will feel like a real woman."

"Er ... yes, dear." I was breathing in the heavenly smell of her hair. We kissed softly, my tongue exploring her mouth.

"I can't wait for your boss to come here." Vidya told me, as I planted a smooch on her cheeks. "And take me properly, like a real man."

Her hands went down to my manhood, and her fingers wrapped around my erection.

"I see that you enjoy thinking about me with a real man." She laughed. "Soon it will be a reality again."

"Yes, dear."

Vidya stroked my cock.

"Rajesh, darling, you have such a cute little mini-cock," Vidya told me. "Mr. Sarun has a huge dick. You are like a baby in comparison to him. No wonder I can't feel you sometimes."

I couldn't take those humiliating words any more, and started to cum immediately in her hands, much to Vidya's amusement.

"Good thing," She told me, rubbing the cum onto her nightie. "That you managed to fuck me yesterday. And good thing ... that Mr. Sarun will be doing the job properly for you from tomorrow."

* * *

The next day was the day Mr. Sarun was supposed to visit us, arriving in the evening. Vidya made me clean the whole house and do the cooking.

"I can't do it." She said. "I have to look good for him, and I can't be tired."

"You always look good, darling." I tried to compliment her.

"Aw, you are so sweet dear." Vidya smiled at me, and then slapped me. Over the last couple of days I had been slapped a lot by her, often on the merest pretext.

SLAP!

"Now be a darling and mop the kitchen floor."

"Yes, dear."

Mr. Sarun arrived in the evening. He had rented a brand new BWM from the airport, which he had driven to our place. I was surprised to see Narges with him.

Narges was a maid servant who worked in Mr. Sarun's house in Calcutta. She was an older maid, plump, shapely, with a big chest and an even bigger ass. Her hair had greyed significantly, but it wasn't hard to imagine she had been a pretty woman in her youth. Mr. Sarun had a thing for big boobs and buttocks, and the chubby Narges fulfilled that demand. Her husband Fateh also worked for Mr. Sarun.

My mind recalled the week we had spent in Mr. Sarun's house, and how one morning, after breakfast, Mr. Sarun had ordered Narges to pull up her sari and expose herself to us. I remembered seeing the half a dozen red streaks – the marks of a caning – visible to everyone in the room, including her husband.

Mr. Sarun would similarly strip Vidya naked in front of the rest of the household. My boss loved his power and by stripping my wife (or another man's wife) of her clothes and her dignity in front of everyone, including her husband, he was showing us our place. Narges was another married lady whom Mr. Sarun fucked and spanked on a regular basis.

Vidya had also told me of the one time she had been slapped by Narges, on Mr. Sarun's command. And of course, I remembered the dinner when Narges had led my wife, by the ear, like a naughty school girl, to the edge of the dinner table. Narges had continued to twist and pull my dear wife's ear before letting her stand at the table. That was when Mr. Sarun had disrobed Vidya, made her bend over, and then furiously caned her on her behind, right there, in front of all the servants, before fucking her in the buttocks.

Vidya had told me that Narges would slap her many times, and would always say one thing to her all the time my wife was in that house.

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

And this same Narges was now going to stay at our place for a week.

"Rajesh, you are my favorite employee." My boss told me as he barged into my house. "Now go and get our luggage from the car, please. I parked my car on your driveway. Great car, this BMW!"

"Yes, Sir. At once, Sir."

Not only was he going to fuck my wife, but he was going to make me his servant as well.

I went to the car, and picked up two suitcases (one for Mr. Sarun, one for Narges) and brought them inside the house. Vidya was just descending down the stair case into the living room. Despite the difficult situation my cock became erect by just looking at the goddess that she was.

Vidya was a naturally athletic but voluptuous lady, and she was wearing a pink sari that was wrapped so tightly around her body that all her curves were on display. Her petticoat ended just below her navel, with her waist exposed, and her blouse was a small noodle strap bra type blouse, struggling to contain her bursting mammary glands. The thin chiffon sari's pallu was draped to the side of her body and across her shoulder. On her neck was her mangalsutra (a religious necklace) that every married Hindu Indian lady wore, and she had sindoor (vermillion that also only married Hindu ladies wore) on her forehead. As she walked past me, I could see that the back of her sari clung to her buttocks, and the contour of her behind was apparent with every step she took. Her boobs and her ass cheeks jiggled as she sauntered across the room.

Even as my dick throbbed, I realized that this was all for my boss, not me. He was about to bang my wife and have her at his mercy for the next week or so. I was going to be a cuckold once again, and I had brought this on myself.

"Vidya!" Mr. Sarun rushed and wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug. "Mrs. Vidya Mathur! Oh, how I missed your beautiful little body, you raandi! You whore! Ever eager to please!"

His hand was massaging her breast through her think blouse, right in front of my eyes in our living room. His other hand was groping her butt while his mouth was firmly pressed on hers.

"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya gasped for air, when finally Mr. Sarun let her go. "Ooooooh! Sirjee! What a kiss!"

She continued to yelp as my boss groped and molested her. Finally he let her go.

"Welcome to our house, Sirjee." Vidya took a deep breath and composed herself. "I am sure you will enjoy yourself in the next week."

She had a smile as she said that last part. My wife then turned to Narges.

"Welcome, Narges."

"Thank you, my bitch."

Vidya stiffened as the maid servant openly insulted her.

The two women, both married, but sluts for my boss, looked at each other. Narges then walked up to my wife, and cupped her breast. Vidya remained motionless as Narges groped her. Then Narges let go of my wife's breast and raised a hand.

SLAP!

Narges had slapped Vidya! Mr. Sarun stood there, smiling, watching his two slave girls interact.

"Good to see you, my bitch." Narges told her. "Now let me see your other cheek."

Vidya turned in puzzlement to Mr. Sarun, but he gruffly replied, "She asked to see your other cheek, Vidya."

Defeated, Vidya presented her other cheek to Narges.

SLAP!

My wife kept her eyes down, blushing with shame as this mere maid servant slapped her, again and again, in her own house, with Mr. Sarun's blessing.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"That's enough, Narges." Mr. Sarun suddenly interjected. Narges stopped, but a smile lingered on her face. She was the long time slave girl of Mr. Sarun, while Vidya was the newest concubine. Narges was going to show Vidya the pecking order. Vidya would have to earn her stripes.

"Vidya." Narges told her, her voice dripping with malice. "Why don't you ask your cuckold of a husband to take our luggage upstairs?"

My wife then turned to me. She betrayed no hint that her dignity had just been broken to pieces in her own house.

"Darling," She told me. "Why don't you take those luggage upstairs, to our master bedroom?"

It felt like another blow to my solar plexus, when my wife casually ordered me to take my boss's belongings to our master bedroom. It was now going to be his and hers bedroom, not mine.

* * *

"Now Rajesh." Mr. Sarun put down his glass. "Please stand up."

"Yes, Sir." I obeyed, rising to my feet while Mr. Sarun remained sitting on the sofa, with one arm thrown around my wife Vidya's waist, and another around Narges's waist who was seated on his other side. Two women, one on each arm, and both were married. And Mr. Sarun had his arms around both of their bare waists, fondling them, enjoying their bodies.

Vidya glanced towards me with a little smile on her lips. For some reason, I felt like I was standing in a principal's office across his desk, while the principal remained seated. Mr. Sarun had that aura of authority with him.

"Rajesh." He chose his words carefully, even as his hands went around my wife's back and groped her breast, making her yelp in surprise. "You are now going to be the Lead Project Manager of my company's operations."

"Oh, WOW! Thank you, Sir. I can't tell you-"

"Please don't interrupt, Rajesh."

"I am sorry, Sir."

"Again you are interrupting, Rajesh."

Both the ladies had a smirk on their face as I was being scolded by my boss.

"As you are now going to be a Lead Manager, you have an image to maintain. A loving family, a devoted wife, is one of those images. Now we all know how devoted your wife Mrs. Vidya Mathur is to you."

Everyone in the room laughed, except me. I remained standing, silent.

"Now, let's cut to the chase here. Vidya is going to be my raunchy little prostitute for the next little while. I am going to fuck her, spank her, and enjoy her body in a multitude of ways. I am also going to give her the pleasure that you cannot give, do you understand?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"You should be happy I am here to give your wife true pleasure that you cannot."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Narges." Mr. Sarun turned to his maid. "Can you please go to Rajesh and see how he measures up?"

"Yes, Sarun." Narges got up. She was still calling her boss by his first name, I realized, while Vidya had to call him Sirjee out of respect.

Narges came over to where I was standing.

"Please remain still, cuckold." She ordered.

"Yes, Narges."

Narges reached for my belt, and unbuckled it. She then unfastened the button that popped open my jeans, and pulled down the zipper. My pants fell to my ankles. I was wearing an underwear and Narges brushed my manhood as she placed her hand over my underwear.

"He is already hard." She reported. "Although it's difficult to say, it's so small."

I cringed as Narges inserted her hand through the waistband of my underwear and wrapped her hand around my hard penis.

"Very small." She chuckled. "It's hard, but way smaller than you, Sarun, even when you are soft."

"I thought so." Mr. Sarun laughed. "How can he pleasure a woman like Vidya with that?"

"I could have told you, Sirjee, he was small." Vidya told Mr. Sarun. "You didn't have to measure him!"

My wife, even as she was describing my small penis, was sticking up for me! My penis perked a little, and Narges noticed it.

"Now." Mr. Sarun continued. "Rajesh, I know you and Vidya have a marriage and a family here, and I don't want to break that up at all. Only a few of my closest circle will know your true status. That you are a cuckold and your wife belongs to me."

Only a few of his closest circle? Who was that? And why?

"I am just interested in your wife's body." My boss continued. "In fucking your wife and enjoying your wife physically. I have no desire for her to leave you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I flushed even as I thanked him. I was thanking him for fucking my wife! Meanwhile, Narges was now rubbing her palm against my penis, making it hard for me to think clearly.

"Good! I just wanted to clear that. Viyda – or rather – Mrs. Vidya Mathur, is useful to me as a married woman – as someone else's wife. She is to remain your wife. On paper of course."

"Thank you, Sir. I know it's kind of you to say that, Sir."

Mr. Sarun laughed.

"I said on paper. Do you know what that means, Rajesh? It means for all practical purposes, your darling wife is going to be my slave girl. My whore. Forever."

I gulped. Vidya seemed nonplussed. Forever? The deal was for a year, was it not?

"Rajesh! Vidya's a fantastic woman, and a great lay. All she needs is a man in her life who can give her what she needs as a woman. A good big penis between her legs. We all know you can't do that, and I can."

Vidya was gazing adoringly at my boss as he undermined my manhood completely.

"Er, yes, Sir."

"Admit it, Rajesh. I can give Vidya the pleasure a real man can, and not you, her husband."

"Oh, Sirjee!" Vidya interrupted with a giggle. "I'll say you definitely can, Sirjee."

"Admit it, Rajesh." My boss repeated, looking at me and ignoring my wife, his voice a little firmer. "I can give Vidya the pleasure a real man can, and not you, her husband."

"Yes, Sir." I meekly replied. "Sir, you can definitely give Vidya pleasure. You are a real man. Not me, Sir."

"Rajesh." Mr. Sarun's voice boomed. "Narges is going to pull down your pants so we can all see what a pathetic loser you are."

Suddenly a bit of my dignity hit back at me.

"Please, Sir, please ... not in front of my wife, I'm begging you," I whimpered. I saw Vidya's eyes widen in surprised, and then I realized Narges had let go of my penis. Suddenly I felt a sharp blow.

SLAP!

Narges had slapped me.

SLAP!

Getting no further resistance from me, Narges pulled my underwear down to my knees, and my manhood popped into view for everyone. I cringed as Mr. Sarun laughed at the sight, and my wife giggled. Narges, meanwhile, continued to tug and rub at it.

I had just been slapped by my boss's maid servant, and he was openly mocking me and making me admit to my humiliation, and my wife was giggling!

"You are a pathetic loser, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun said. "I didn't want to do this, but look at that cock. That's the penis of a pathetic loser. This fine looking wife of yours has suffered for so long, being married to you. Do you agree you are a pathetic loser, Rajesh?"

I gulped. My voice got caught in my throat.

"Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun thundered. "I asked you a question."

"Yes, Sir." I didn't know what else to say.

"Say it louder, Rajesh. Say 'Thank you, Sir, for showing my wife what a pathetic loser I am'. Go on, Rajesh, say it! Say it loud."

I had no choice.

"Thank you ... Sir ... for ... showing my ... wife ... what a pathetic loser I am. Thank you ... sir ... for fucking my wife. And showing her what a true man is. I am a pathetic loser, sir."

My boss turned to my wife.

"What do you say, Mrs. Vidya Mathur? What do you think your husband is?"

Vidya knew there was only one right answer.

"He's a pathetic loser, Sirjee." My wife repeated. "I am glad you are here in my life to give me a proper fuck."

"Good." My boss then turned back to me.

"Say your penis is not enough for Vidya here. Admit that I am the only one who can satisfy her."

Again I kept quiet.

"SAY IT, Rajesh!" My boss ordered.

"Yes, Sir." I meekly acquiesced. "As you can see, Sir, I have a small penis, Sir, not enough to satisfy my beautiful wife. Your penis makes her feel like a real woman, Sir."

"Excellent!" Mr. Sarun continued, "Rajesh, you should get used to the fact that Vidya is my woman now, despite being your wife. Do you understand me?"

"Er, yes, Sir." I said, my head hung. Mr. Sarun exuded power, talking to me like that in my own home, but I didn't have the courage to say anything back at him.

"Not everyone is cut out for it, you know." Mr. Sarun told me in an understanding voice. "Not every man can rise to the challenge of having a woman like Vidya."

I could see that Vidya was very flattered by that compliment, even as my cheeks flushed red with shame. She was happy, and yet here I was, being humiliated. Did she even care?

I get to have my cake and eat it too.

"I am going to fuck your wife's brains out, Rajesh. I just love cute, married Indian ladies who know how to stay in shape, with a great ass, and who are ever ready to please. And that's your wife."

"Er, yes, Sir." I merely acknowledged. "Thank you, sir."

Narges was now stroking me vigorously.

"Good! Now listen carefully, Rajesh. This is how it'll work. While I'm here you will go to work, but if needed you will be taking time off from work. I'll be the man of this house and I will take care of the things you're not man enough for, such as fucking this fine hussy until she's screaming in pleasure. Meanwhile, I brought Narges to help with the housework, but from time to time she will also need another helper. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. We'll need another servant and you fit the bill. You can do what you're best at, which is helping your boss as much as possible. Got it?"

I gulped and reddened.

"Helping out, Sir?"

"Yes, Rajesh. When you are home, I don't even want Narges to waste her time cooking and cleaning when she's much better at performing ... other duties. Like sucking my cock. So I will need you to do those menial chores – like keeping the house clean and cooking our food and so on. Do you understand?"

"Ummm ..." I hesitated. This wasn't in the plan.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND, Rajesh?"

"Er, yes, Sir."

As I said it, I caught my wife's eye. Vidya was looking at me with what seemed like a strange mixture of affection and contempt. She was clearly delighted with my acquiescence to Mr. Sarun's demands, as it made her life easier. She was also wooed by his dominant handling of the situation, but perhaps she was a little surprised at just how quickly and utterly I had submitted to Mr. Sarun.

"So let me finalize some ground rules." Mr. Sarun was enjoying the situation, seeing me squirm. I was still not allowed to sit, and had remained standing. Narges's rubbing coupled with my subjugation had nearly brought me to the edge.

"Narges." Mr. Sarun spoke to his maid. "Leave him, and come back here."

"Yes, Sarun." Narges left me, exposed and with a hard on, much to my chagrin, and went back to seating beside my boss, who promptly flung an arm across her waist. I stood there, my nakedness exposed to everyone, with my small penis completely rock hard, much to Vidya's amusement.

"First." Mr. Sarun said. "You will always address me as Sir, that's what you do anyways. Two, you will always address your wife Vidya as Dear. When I am in the house, I don't expect you to ever take her name. IF you ever take her name, you will be punished. Got that?"

"Yes, Sir."

It seemed to me that Mr. Sarun had been planning this for a while. I wonder how I was to be 'punished'. My position in the pecking order was now below Vidya. In this house now, it was Mr. Sarun, Narges, Vidya, and then me.

"Three," My boss continued. "As I said, when I am here, I am the master of the house, and Vidya is my property. My rakhel, my cocksucker, my bimbo. This is my house and you will be merely a servant here. You will therefore sleep in the servant quarters. Narges, when I don't need her for the night, can sleep in the guest bedroom."

"Yes, Sir." I could definitely feel a slight twitch in my groin as Mr. Sarun recited his conditions. I was still rock hard, and Narges wasn't even there rubbing me!

"Four. Whenever I visit, you will be responsible for helping Narges with all the laundry, cooking, cleaning, and household chores, and obey her every command."

"Yes, Sir."

"Are these terms agreeable?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I also noticed that by now I still had a full erection. Without realizing it, I responded, "Yes, Sir."

"Good! Let's shake on it." Mr. Sarun stood up, extending his large hand, and smiling a self-satisfied, knowing smile. I gulped. As we shook hands I could feel this man's sheer physical and mental superiority. He towered over me. His hand was strong, his shake firm and confident, while mine was the limp rag of an impotent cuckold.

"Honey," Vidya remaked coyly. "Sirjee's drink is finished. Aren't you going to ask him if you can refill it?"

"Er, yes of course, dear!" I turned to my boss. "Sir, can I get you another drink?"

"Get me a beer," he said curtly.

"Yes, Sir. May I pull up my underwear and pants, Sir?"

Mr. Sarun snorted derisively.

"Yes, you may. No one needs to see that!"

I could hear my wife and my boss chat animatedly. When I returned to serve him the drink, Mr. Sarun took his beer without a word, as though I were a waiter. He didn't even look at me. His eyes were on my wife's breasts, while another hand was groping Narges's butt. I felt such a fool standing there with the tray wearing my kitchen apron. My wife gave me a look, as if to say that they wanted some privacy, and I should leave.

* * *

Dinner was quiet. I remained standing, upon Mr. Sarun's instructions, while he, Narges and Vidya ate.

"You've turned out to be a great chef, Rajesh. You should be very proud." Mr. Sarun remarked. "You also have a beautiful home here. Vidya tells me you even cleaned it today for my visit. I must say it looks great."

I remained standing, not saying anything.

"Honey!" Vidya remonstrated. "Sirjee just paid you a compliment."

"Oh... er, sorry Sir! Thank you, Sir!" I mumbled.

"Rajesh." Mr. Sarun turned to me. "Why don't you go upstairs and make the beds? Then you can come down and have your dinner."

"Yes, Sir."

So I went and made up the beds. First I made up the small bed in the servants' bedroom, then the guest bedroom for Narges, and then finally I went to make up the bed I had slept with my wife in for all our marital years. I thought about Mr. Sarun fucking my wife in my own bed. I could still hear them laughing and talking downstairs. When I got back they were necking on the couch, and my boss had his huge hand on Vidya's gym-toned ass. He squeezed it softly. Narges remained sitting on another sofa, watching.

"Oh, God, Mr. Sarun!" Vidya whimpered. "When are you going to take me to bed, Sirjee?"

My wife was literally begging my boss to fuck her.

Mr. Sarun calmly lifted my wife up in his arms, something I had never been strong enough to do, and carried her upstairs. I turned to look at Narges, who beckoned me to follow them, and so I followed them pathetically. Mr. Sarun turned and smiled at me as I hovered awkwardly on the stairs, and then took my wife into the master bedroom and closed the door behind him.

That's it – just like that my wife was now barred from me!

I hesitated for a moment, as Narges retired to her own room, and then with no one around I got the courage to put my ear to the door.

There was some silence for a while. Most likely they were kissing. Or he was groping her.

"God! I missed those tits. That's a great pair of melons, Vidya!"

"Thank you, Sirjee." Ever bashful, I could imagine Vidya slowly slipping her blouse off, her breasts jumping free. There was silence for some more time, and then a soft sound.

"Ooooh."

Did I imagine it? And then again, a little more loudly.

"OOOOOH."

I listened intently.

"Ooooh. Please don't stop. Sirjee. Please continue... Oh yes! Your finger feels good, Sirjee!"

Mr. Sarun must have parted her petticoat and must have been fingering her. I knew how Vidya liked that.

And then I heard a sudden sharp sound.

SMACK!

I heard a whimper, and then I heard it again.

SMACK!

There was silence again, but only for a short while.

"That's it, down on your knees, slut. FUCK! Lick it. Ahh, that's good. Now take it into your mouth, bitch."

Vidya must have been kneeling on the floor now, taking Mr. Sarun's dick into her mouth. The sound was so clear I could hear muffled groans and slurps. My heart was thumping like a hammer. Standing there with my ear to the wall I lost all track of time. I heard a loud groan, then Mr. Sarun's gruff voice again.

"All right, randi, get on the bed and open your legs. That's it. What a fine sight. Love that fucking pussy. Open them wider for me. That's it, my girl."

Vidya said something. I thought I heard, "Please be gentle, Sirjee."

I heard a laugh. Mr. Sarun was laughing.

"You want it gentle, baby? A fine bitch like you! Tomorrow you'll be begging for more. Now lift that pussy. Show it to me. That's it. Easy does it."

I heard my wife cry out, then a series of sounds – the bed creaking, Vidya squeaking and groaning, and Mr. Sarun sighing and exclaiming. Occasionally he shouted out.

"Show me that pussy! Oh FUCK! Take it all, bitch!"

It went on for a long time, then I heard him issue commands to my wife.

"Turn around now, kutti. Get on all fours like a dog. Show me that nice, big ass!"

SMACK!

SMACK!

It was the distinct sound of Mr. Sarun spanking Vidya's ass, as she whimpered in pain.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"That's it. That's my good girl."

There followed more rhythmic sounds accompanied by slaps and occasional cries from my wife. Finally there was a loud cry from Vidya, faster thrusting and then a loud groan from Mr. Sarun. Then all fell silent. I was in a daze of disbelief. I suddenly became aware of my own surroundings and feelings. I noticed to my shame that my penis was erect. In fact, it was hard as stone. I felt it throb, and then felt the cum spout forth into my pants. Burning with confusion and embarrassment, I cleaned myself up as best I could, ran to the servants' quarters and then collapsed onto the bed. Mr. Sarun was meanwhile pumping the first of many gallons of cum he would dump into my wife over the week.

* * *

I was lying down in bed for the night – in the servants' quarters. After some time, there was a knock on the door. I was surprised – it was quite late at night. Who was it?

I opened the door. It was Narges.

"May I come in?" She asked.

"Yes, yes, of course."

I noticed she had a small plastic bag in her hand. She tossed it on the bed as she got into the room and sat down on one edge of the bed.

"Please sit on the floor, cuckold." She told me.

"Er ... yes, of course."

Humiliated, I sat down, cross legged, on the floor and looked up at her, my boss's main maid servant.

"I remember the first time Sarun made love to me." Narges told me, closing her eyes to recall the moment. "It was in our house, in our master bedroom, on our bed. He took me on the same bed my husband and I used to sleep in. And do you know what my husband did? Fateh stood in the corner, out of sight, watching, and wanking himself. Just like you were doing a moment ago."

I had the tenacity to blush. So Narges had seen me listen outside the door of the master bedroom!

"Sarun and I made love several times that night. He was insatiable – I was like a new toy for him. He was of course much, much younger, and so was I, and we were both full of lust. I remember after the first time, I thought he was done for the night, so I put on my bra and blouse. He practically ripped it off my chest. His hands were grabbing my breasts. He would put my nipples between his fingers and pull at them. His mouth would suck at them hard. His hands would then go straight to my pussy. He knew where a woman's clit was and what to do with it. By the time he was done, I was an uncontrollable wet mess. And then he would get up, mount me, and shove his dick into me. And all this time, my husband was nearby, either watching, or listening, and doing nothing to stop this man from taking his wife."

Narges paused for a while. She had a little sweat on her bro, and her breath was a little faster. I could see that her nipples had become more pronounced under her blouse as she recounted that steamy first night with my boss.

"Sarun stayed in our house for a whole week, and we had sex like rabbits all over the house. Sarun pretty much had his way with me as he willed. He wanted me in every which way. He made me cook his meals naked. He had me bent over as he spanked me until my bum was stinging and crimson red. He would have me spread my legs apart so he could examine my pussy. We would be watching TV when he would grab me, put me on the floor, roll up my petticoat and sari and plunge his dick into my ass. Oh how it pained! But he would be there, hammering me until he would cum. I couldn't walk, or even stand up straight, after he was done with me!"

"All that week," Narges continued, "My husband would serve us. Sarun bought us many gifts, and for my family too back in the village. Sarun would humiliate Fateh repeatedly as he would fuck me or spank me in front of him. Later on, we moved in with Sarun in his house in Calcutta. I was his maid, and Fateh his servant. Sarun wasn't there all the time, of course. He would spend half his time in USA and half in India. So for half the month, Fateh and I lived as a normal married couple. We had Sarun's huge house all to ourselves, and I even let him have sex with me. Of course, when Sarun would come, if he was alone, I would be spending the night with Sarun in his room as his slut, rather than with Fateh in our servants' quarters. Now... why am I telling you all of this?"

"I ... I don't know, Narges."

Narges sighed.

"I would have left Fateh long ago had Sarun not entered our lives. Fateh was a pathetic man, smoking, taking me for granted. He couldn't even fulfill me sexually. He would last a minute or two, and that was that. And his gambling debts ... anyways, I was ready to leave him."

"Then Sarun happened. He kept me well fucked and kept our lives comfortable. And Fateh ... he was a dear. He quietly accepted he couldn't be the man I wanted, so he became the husband I needed. He loved me and didn't leave me after Sarun bedded me. And I loved him because he let me have my affair, and still maintain the dignity in the eyes of society that a married woman has in India. It's been so many years now, and our love for each other has only grown. Do you understand now why I am saying all of this to you?"

I gulped, and then nodded.

"I think so." I replied.

"I don't think so." Narges shook her head. "So let me tell it to you straight. You might think this is just a week of sex for your slut wife. She is going to be fucked and ravaged by Sarun, and then after we leave, it's back to normal. You are a cuckold – so that arouses you."

I said nothing as Narges continued.

"You should realize, Rajesh, that Vidya is now no longer YOUR woman. She is Sarun's. He is going to do things to her you never can. A woman with Sarun can think she has died and gone to heaven. He could be spanking you and caning you mercilessly, yet you will take it and ask for more. All because of that cock and what it can do to you. So from now on, Vidya might be your wife, but she is going to be Sarun's kept woman. One of his many. Am I making myself clear?"

I could only nod wordlessly.

"Good." Narges stood up. "I have brought this bag. Keep it in this room for now; I will tell you later what to do with it."

"Yes, Narges."

After she left I took a look at the bag. It was full of women's panties.

* * *

It was the next morning, and my wife and my boss were sitting down at the dining table, eating breakfast that I had prepared while I was standing to the side. Narges had just gone out to the grocery store for something (she had called a taxi for it).

Mr. Sarun was wearing a shirt and a dhoti (a typical South Indian dress) while reading his paper and sipping tea, while my wife was dressed in a blue sari, matching blouse and looking like a million bucks. Only the way she was gingerly walking betrayed the fact that she had been busy the whole night serving my boss's cock.

"Sir?" I stuttered, still timid in my boss's presence.

"Yes, Rajesh?" He replied, looking up from his paper.

Vidya looked up too, and raised her eyebrows, intrigued.

"I ... I've been ... thinking." I continued.

"And?" Mr. Sarun sighed impatiently.

"Um ... and ... well ... I want ... I wanted to thank you, Sir." It all came gushing out of me. "It's been an honour to have you as our guest, Sir. And for those shares, Sir. I never got the chance to thank you for that, Sir. And also, Sir, for keeping my wife happy and satisfied, Sir, the way I could never do, Sir. I love Vidya, and I love having her as my wife, and I love being her husband, but I know she needs much more than what I can give her, Sir. So thank you, Sir, for giving that to her and letting me remain her husband, Sir."

When I had finished, Mr. Sarun laughed out loud.

"Rajesh! You fucking cuckold! You just thanked me for fucking your wife!"

"Er, yes, Sir."

"Oh, Sweetie." Vidya said, with that same contemptuous grin. "That's sweet of you. Really."

"Well, Rajesh, that was a great breakfast." Mr. Sarun stood up, wiping his lips with a napkin.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Vidya," He ordered, "Come with me to your living room."

"Yes, Sirjee."

There, right on the living room floor, Mr. Sarun fucked my wife.

I stood helplessly and watched as Mr. Sarun stripped Vidya naked. Her sari was unwrapped from her body. A tug on the draw strings of her petticoat and it fell at her ankles. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her blouse was ripped off her body before her bra was discarded similarly. My boss ordered her to lie down on the carpeted floor, on her back, and then he laid down beside her.

He kissed my wife passionately on her lips. He explored her mouth deeply with his tongue and kneaded her breasts firmly with his large hands. Vidya's hands were busy too. They had unbuckled his pants and unzipped his trousers, and his monster cock was now in view. She began to rub him furiously as his rod became bigger and bigger. Mr. Sarun then spread Vidya's legs and entered her pussy inch by inch as I watched incredulously. Vidya gasped as she felt her pussy being stretched fully for the first time that day. Not for the first time, I watched jealously as he pounded my eager wife, switching positions a few times, and making her scream with pleasure as she came repeatedly.

Vidya would remember each detail. She seemed to get a thrill from telling me all the gory details (and truth be told, it aroused me as well). She told me later of the first night, of the number of times my boss had fucked her, and how rough he was with her. Later, much later, when we were both in bed, she would push me down, forcefully jacking me off while she described the way he took her like a whore, and how it hurt because his cock was so big, how she begged him not to stop. I am ashamed to admit it, but it turned me on to hear how he used my wife like a fuckdoll.

"Rajesh!" My boss's voice boomed. He was now lying down on top of my wife, his dick still buried in between her ass, cum oozing out of her buttocks and onto the carpets. Vidya lay there like a limp doll, fucked senseless.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Don't you have to go to work?"

"Er ... yes, Sir!"

* * *

I returned home very late that night. There were lots of work in the office, especially as Mr. Sarun was playing truant. I got some papers for him to sign – these were actually powers of attorney that let me act on his behalf for certain signings – and he signed them without a second thought.

After dinner, I helped Narges clean up. We all watched a cricket match for a bit, then Mr. Sarun turned to me.

"I realize your house has no swimming pool, Rajesh."

"Er ... no, Sir."

"I talked to my real estate agent. It seemed your neighbour is selling his house."

"Yes, Sir. He has been trying for some time."

"Good. I have asked my agent to purchase the house. After it's bought, we are going to take down his house and join the land with yours, and a big fence to go around the property."

"Oh ... thank you, Sir."

"No need to thank me, Rajesh. I just want a swimming pool and an outhouse here next time I come, so I can watch Vidya take a bath in her little bathing suit. Or no suit at all. She has great tits – your wife!"

"Er ... thank you, Sir."

"Now, I am going to take both Narges and Vidya to bed tonight." He told me. "Come with me, Rajesh. I want you to do something."

"Er ... yes, Sir. And thank you, Sir, for the swimming pool."

"Don't mention it, Rajesh. Your wife is paying for it ... with her ... er ... services."

I followed him up the stairs, walking behind him as he held a woman on each arm. Alternately, he pinched each lady's bottom and groped her buttocks as she squealed.

Must be nice when women were putty in your arms and let you do anything you want with them, I thought miserably.

When we reached the bedroom door, my boss turned to me.

"Rajesh." He ordered. "Wait here outside this room until I call you."

"Yes, Sir."

For thirty minutes I stood waiting outside like a faithful dog. The door was closed, so I put my ear to the door and tried to listen as much as I could.

I soon heard a woman groaning. At first I thought it was my wife, but then I recognized Narges's voice. She was moaning loudly. And from her comments, it appeared as if Vidya was eating her between her legs! I knew Vidya was no lesbian, but she did have some sexual experiences with women back in her college days. I never heard my wife get it on with another woman before though.

Soon it was Vidya's turn to moan. I stood outside the door and listened to Vidya's loud cries as she had one earth shattering orgasm after another as she was being banged by my boss.

Then after some silence I heard some loud smacks.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

I guess Mr. Sarun hadn't lost his little violent streak and this time it appeared both women were targets of his cruelty. I heard each of them beg for mercy and cry out in pain as they were spanked by him.

Sometime later I heard Vidya moan loudly. It was a primal cry, and I knew she was in the throes of another orgasm. Then I heard Mr. Sarun groan as he filled her with his seed. I thought I would be called in after it went quiet, but I was kept waiting outside for another half hour.

"Rajesh! Get in here," Finally I heard my boss call out for me.

I knocked and opened the door. Mr. Sarun was lying on the left side of the bed, dressed in only a shirt. He was naked from the waist down. His thick, monstrous cock was lying across one leg, glistening with Vidya's cunt juices. Even after he had cum, his soft dick was much bigger, thicker and longer than mine, even when I was hard. Vidya was lying in the middle of the bed, beside Mr. Sarun, and she was completely naked. Her head was on his arms and she was caressing his muscular shoulders and biceps. I could see a pool of white cum between her legs. She had the contented look of a well-fucked woman. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me.

Narges was lying to her other side on the right side of the bed, also completely naked. Whereas Vidya was voluptuous and sexy, Narges was big and plump, and her big boobs were bouncing around merrily as she purred to herself. I could see her occasionally reach out and finger Vidya's breasts as I stood there, taking in the scene. There were slap marks on her cheeks.

"Rajesh. Can you wipe your wife's pussy clean for me?"

"Yes, Sir."

I went to the bathroom to get some tissues, and Vidya giggled as she parted her legs. More cum oozed out of her hole and soiled the bed. I used the tissues to wipe her pussy and thighs.

"Narges!" My boss turned to his maid. "Lick me clean, please."

"Yes, Sarun."

Narges ponderously stood up and obediently walked around, almost waddling, to Mr. Sarun's side of the bed. She knelt on the floor beside him, and picked up his cock and started licking it. She was an expert licker, and having been with her boss for a long time she knew how to satisfy him. She started with the head of his penis, down along the shaft and then down to his balls. As she licked him, his dick sprang into full hardness yet again.

Mr. Sarun then ordered her to stop licking. I was motioned to stand beside her, and Narges unzipped me and took out my cock from my pants. It looked tiny compared to Mr. Sarun's huge dark cock which seemed about to burst.

"What do you call that?" Mr. Sarun asked my wife, pointing at my penis.

Vidya giggled.

"I call it his mini dick." She laughed, and Mr. Sarun laughed with him. "It's cute and functional."

"It's the cock of a pathetic loser, don't you agree, Vidya."

"Yes." My wife agreed without hesitation. "My husband is a fucking pathetic loser, Sirjee."

As my wife insulted me yet again, I remembered what she had told me before my boss's arrival.

Whatever he says, I will do. If he wants me to slap you, I will slap you. If he wants me to piss on you, I will piss on you. I will be his absolute slave girl when he's here. I will still love you, but I will be his. And you know him – he will try to humiliate you and undermine your manhood the best way he can.

"Narges." My boss ordered. "Please put it back in his pants. I don't want to see it."

"Yes, Sarun."

Narges tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped me up.

"Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun barked, as he stripped off his shirt. He was now completely naked. "Make yourself useful. Grab my phone from my coat pocket and switch it on to camera. I want you to take a video."

"Yes, Sir!" I rushed to comply. It was the latest expensive phone (of course!) and was able to shoot video in high definition. I positioned myself to record the scene on the bed.

Vidya was on all fours on the bed, waiting like a bitch to be mounted. Mr. Sarun positioned himself behind her, his cock moist and erect, glistening from the saliva of Narges.

"Are you ready, my cock-whore?" Mr. Sarun asked my wife Vidya.

"Yes, Sirjee." She chirped happily.

"Start recording, Rajesh." My boss ordered. "Get it from this angle as I penetrate your wife. Make sure to capture my dick going into my bitch's cunt."

"Yes, Sir."

I started recording as Mr. Sarun placed his dick against my wife's inner folds. With a grunt, he pushed it in.

"Oooooh! OOOOOOH!" Vidya cried out as the monster appendage invaded her. "OOOOOOH my God!"

"Rajesh! Go around the front!" Mr. Sarun instructed. "I want you to get her facial expressions."

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun started to pound against my wife as she arched her back and reared her head.

"OH MY GOD!" She gushed. "It feels like you are in my stomach, Sirjee!"

I continued to record the scene as Mr. Sarun reached and clasped my wife's head on each side with a hand. He inserted one finger from each side into her mouth and pulled her head back.

"I am going to give you a good fuck, my baby girl." Mr. Sarun cried out. "Oooh what a piece of gaand you have!"

"Mmmph!" My wife grunted as Mr. Sarun pushed in and pulled out, pushed in and pulled out. "Ggggh."

Finally he let go and my wife's head flopped onto the bed. Her ass was raised.

"Get a load of this gaand – this ass, Rajesh."

"Yes, Sir."

I moved to the proper position so I could now video her butt. As Mr. Sarun continued to pound her behind, he raised a hand and smacked her right butt cheek.

SPANK!

"Ouch!" Vidya grimaced.

SPANK!

I could see the red imprint of five fingers emerge on her milky white flesh.

SPANK!

"Make sure you get that, Rajesh."

"Yes, Sir."

SPANK!

"Your wife ..." Mr. Sarun said.

SPANK!

"... has a very nice ..."

SPANK!

"... spankable butt, Rajesh."

SPANK!

"I ... yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I was thanking my boss while he fucked and spanked my wife, and I had to record it. I wondered what he was going to do with the video. It wasn't also the first time someone had told my wife that she had a very spankable butt.

"AAAAH! OOOH!" Vidya continued to grunt, as Mr. Sarun made her bend her arms behind her back and held her fast with his own hands. "OOOOOH!"

"Get that ass back up, bitch." He commanded.

"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya tried, as much as possible, with a giant cock pounding her ass, to raise her behind slightly.

"You like that?" He asked her. "You like being my fucktoy?"

SPANK!

"Yes, Sirjee!"

SPANK!

Vidya was now lying on her face, spread-eagled, as Mr. Sarun pulverized her rear end. My boss raised his own frame slightly so that I could tape him from behind. He wanted me to zoom in – and I did – on his dark balls as they smacked against my fair wife's inner thighs.

"OH MY...Hmmmmmm!" Vidya's eyes were now shut, as Mr. Sarun literally mounted her back and started to ride her, his cock still buried deep in her. His hands were on her hands, pinning her down.

"Make sure to move around and get it from all angles." Mr. Sarun directed me. "Vidya is one fine piece of fuckmeat."

"Yes, Sir."

My wife's toes were now curling, her eyes shut, and she was in the throes of another orgasm, even as Mr. Sarun thrust once again into her. Every time I thought he was deep enough into her, he seemed to invade even further inwards.

"Alright, Rajesh, come over here."

I moved the camera so that it was now above Vidya's ass. I recorded as Mr. Sarun spanked her ass, again and again and again and again, and then slowly started to pull out his dick. I watched, amazed, as his dick seemed to just emerge, and emerge, and emerge! I wondered how Vidya was taking it all in. I could see Vidya move her ass as well – she didn't want the cock to come out! And then, with another grunt, Mr. Sarun plunged into her again.

"Mmmmph!" Was all my wife could reply, as her buttocks were pummeled once more by my boss's monster cock.

"Ooooooh!" She cried out, as Mr. Sarun began to move furiously.

"Take it! Take it!" He laughed. "You are born for this, baby doll."

"Yes, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun fucked her roughly, as I recorded it all. He pulled her head up by the hair, so she was arched back, her boobs bouncing helplessly against each other as Mr. Sarun rocked her. He fucked her like this for a long time, often reaching out and squeezing her melons.

Then he pulled out of her completely and made her lie on the bed on her back. He crawled on to position his dick near her lips.

"Suck it, sweetcheeks." He ordered.

My wife turned to her side and struggled to initially put the cock in her mouth. She then raised a hand, cupped it and slowly started to take it in.

It was a sight to see (and record!). My boss was standing on his knees on the bed, with my wife wrapped around his body, her face on his dick, sucking him. His hands rested on her ass, which he occasionally spanked sharply. I zoomed in slightly on her ass, which quivered with each spank. It was very red indeed. From time to time Mr. Sarun placed a hand behind her head to push his cock deeper into her mouth, even as she gagged.

Slowly they built a rhythm. I zoomed in and saw that my wife had her right hand wrapped around my boss's dick. Vidya's left hand wrapped itself around my boss's waist, resting slightly on his ass, as she pulled herself against him.

"Alright, baby doll." Mr. Sarun had enough and pulled out of her mouth. He then moved so that she was completely on her back, and he sat down on her face, his balls on her lips and his dick lying parallel against her nose. Viyda took his scrotum in her mouth and started to lick him there.

"Slut, get up."

Mr. Sarun jumped off the bed, and stood on his feet. Somewhat groggily, and seeming dizzy, my wife also got out of bed and stood to her feet, a little unsteady, facing him. And then, they embraced.

I froze, even as I continued to record the scene. Mr. Sarun and Vidya kissed, their mouths hungrily searching for one another, their tongues exploring each other. I don't know why this stung me the most – Mr. Sarun had certainly done worse to her, but this ... as he kissed her like a lover, and she seemed to be responding, it hit me hard. I had to shamefully admit that I was a cuckold, and I got aroused seeing my wife taken by a stronger man, but I loved my wife, and the internal struggle was wearing me thin.

The lovers pulled away from the kiss, and my wife's hand went to Mr. Sarun's cock. It was now a beast, fully erect and Vidya knew exactly what was going to happen to her. The very first time another man had taken her, I had repeatedly asked myself if I really wanted her to feel the size of him, knowing that she would truly experience the feeling of a cock way, way, larger than mine. And now, this was a recurring theme in my life.

Mr. Sarun quickly placed her once again on her back on the bed, and moved between her legs. He was positioning himself. This time, he didn't enter her straight off like I thought he might. Instead, he actually began to finger her. This went on for a few minutes, with Vida now moaning quite loudly and moving her hips as he thrust his fingers in and out.

Suddenly, he moved. It happened quite fast. He withdrew his hand, and the next thing I saw was Vidya's eyes popping wide open and her mouth flew open in a gasp. He didn't slowly or gently try to enter. His fingering, and her previous orgasms, had made her sufficiently wet, and Mr. Sarun thrust with his body weight into her. My wife took his entire cock within a second. As I continued to record, I saw his pubic hair smashed completely against her. The look on her face spoke volumes as he held his cock all the way inside her.

"Ohh... .ooooh... Sirjee ... Please ... Be gentle!" My wife pleaded, to no avail. Mr. Sarun began to thrust in earnest, and my wife started to slowly move her hips in unison to his thrusts.

"What a fantastic piece of raandi you are, you slut!" Mr. Sarun roared, as he began to build to a crescendo. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Even amidst her groans, my wife managed to utter a "Thank you, Sirjee".

Once again my boss was stretching her pussy and entering depths in my wife that I could never dream of, and in a way I had only ever fantasized about. He began to jerk his entire body inside her.

"OH YEA! FUCK YOU BITCH!"

"OH MY GOD! Sirjee! You are amazing! AAAAAAHHH!"

"That's a good girl!" Mr. Sarun was murmuring, even as he convulsed inside her. "Take it. Take every last drop. I am making you a pretty baby, and once you've gotten all of my cum you're your womb, you will be carrying my seed ... Oh yea FUCK!"

As he convulsed and shoved his cock as far as he possibly could inside her, she screamed and instantly placed her arms behind her knees, pulling her legs up and outward as far as she could spread them, as if trying to insure she could take his sperm as deeply as possible. Mr. Sarun exploded inside her. Vidya was now screaming and crying. As my boss jerked and held his thrust inside Vidya, I noticed that my wife took her hands from behind her knees and grabbed the top of his thighs digging her fingernails into his skin. She spread her legs and forcefully pulled at his ass trying to get him as deep inside her as she possibly could.

It was a wild sight to savour. The sight of her beautiful milky white hands on his dark ass, the sight of her wedding ring on his ass, watching as his cock unbelievably spread and delivered massive amounts of sperm into her pussy, her gorgeous feet and red toenail polish pushing onto the mattress and pulling at the back of his thighs ... no words could ever completely do it justice.

I watched as his scrotum smashed against her, semen greasing her pussy and ass, with his nuts clenched up into his sack. The half inch space between his ass and nuts pulsed rhythmically as she violently spread and took his semen in.

Finally, Mr. Sarun was done. He then turned to me.

"Did you get all of that, cuckold?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Good. Make sure it is properly saved, and protect it so it cannot be deleted. Do it immediately."

"Yes, Sir."

"And Rajesh? Narges gave you a bag yesterday?"

"Er ... yes, Sir. It was full of panties, Sir."

"Good. From tomorrow, I want you to wear that, instead of your own underwear. You are a sissy, Rajesh, and sissies wear women's panties."

"Um... yes, Sir."

I got the video on my own phone the next morning. I woke up and when I checked my phone, I saw that Mr. Sarun had added me to a WhatsApp group called "Sarun's Leaders". I checked who was in it. There were 12 people, including myself. I recognized a few names: Kumar, Ashish, Kabir. These were influential men of the board of the company.

The video was in the group, sent by Mr. Sarun, and captioned, "Enjoying great hospitality @ Rajesh place".

I felt my stomach tighten and my body tense up. Mr. Sarun was making it clear in no uncertain terms to some powerful people in the company of my exact position and nature. Now I will be unable to meet the gaze of these men ever, and would be beholden even more to my boss.

* * *

The days began to pass in a blur. All I remember was that when I went to work – that was the only time I had to myself. Otherwise I was playing servant to Narges or being humiliated by my boss while he had his dick buried in my wife's sloppy cunt.

The sex and the perverted acts began to blend with each other. I saw my own wife with her legs in the air, my tall, dark and handsome boss pounding into her, her face flushed and her eyes closed. I often saw her on her knees with Mr. Sarun's enormous cock in her mouth. Once I came home from work to find Mr. Sarun fucking my dear wife from behind over the kitchen table. I quietly crept closer and managed to see the whole act without detection. Or they didn't even care that I was there. My only relief was masturbating furiously in my room.

My boss was also making me do one more thing. From the second day, every evening, when I went home, he would order me to wash his car.

"Hey, Rajesh," He told me, on the second day, as I entered the house after work. "Do you like the BMW I rented? It needs a wash. Get to it."

"Yes, Sir."

"Meanwhile I am going to go enjoy your wife."

"Yes, Sir."

Feeling defeated, I obeyed, and went out with a bucket to wash the car of the man who was going to fuck my wife inside my house. The next day, the same thing happened. I was told to wash the car, and take my time, since Mr. Sarun wanted to have sex twice while I was washing the car. I just hoped none of the neighbours heard the loud screams, or why I was washing my guest's car. As this went on every day, I even began to enjoy the work and take pride in the washing the car. There were very few things I had to take pride in these days.

* * *

One morning, I think it was two days before the end of my boss's trip, after I had gone to work, I switched on my laptop and then switched on the app to view the cameras at home. This was the one secret I had – the cameras I had installed when Vidya and I had snared Gaurav, and ones I had updated since then. My wife seemed to have forgotten that those cameras still existed, and my boss didn't know about them at all. They didn't know that I was recording everything. Who knows how useful those videos could be later!

The first thing I saw was Mr. Sarun's large naked dark form, his spent cock dangling in all its glory between his legs, spunk still dribbling from its oversized knob. Then my eyes caught sight of my wife Vidya, laying on her stomach on our marital bed, wearing just a blouse, and nothing else. As the rest of her naked body came into focus on the screen, I could see that her large ass and her thighs were visibly marked with red stripes. Cum juice frothed and gathered in a pool near her reddened asshole, between her legs. Vidya was still sobbing and moaning.

It was clear that she had just been flogged, and then taken in her anal area. A bamboo cane was lying near her battered and freshly fucked body. This was what had been used on her ass and thighs.

I switched off the camera and the app and went back to work.

* * *

It was the last evening of Mr. Sarun's stay at our place. He and Narges were leaving the next morning. That night, right after dinner, as we were to retire to our bedrooms, my boss turned to Narges.

"I won't need you tonight, dear. It's the last night of my stay, so I want to ravage this married ball licker here. You can go to the guestroom."

"Yes, Sarun."

Narges stood up, walked over to my boss and gave him a peck on his cheek.

Was it my imagination or did Vidya turned to look at her with an angry, jealous look? My wife was jealous of the love Mr. Sarun had for Narges!

After Narges left, Mr. Sarun turned to Vidya.

"Go upstairs and get naked, and wait for me. I have to discuss some office work with your cuckold husband."

"Yes, Sirjee."

Ever obedient, my wife also got up and left.

Mr. Sarun began to ask me some questions, regarding the papers he had to sign, and I answered. After some time, when he was done, he got up to leave. Then he turned to me.

"Come with me."

Vidya was lying in bed, completely naked. She was trying to cover herself with a blanket just to maintain some semblance of dignity, but my boss snatched her covers away. He sat down beside her, and gently parted her legs, and then inserted his long middle finger into her cunt.

"You really love big things inside you, don't you, randi?"

As he moved his finger in and out of her pussy, Vidya parted her legs even more and started to twitch, the way she did when she was starting to have an orgasm.

"Yes, Sirjee, I do."

"Rajesh," My boss turned to me. "Are you wearing Narges's panties?"

I blushed a deep crimson red.

"Um... Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now strip." He commanded me. "I want you to be wearing only your panties."

"Yes, Sir." I began to take off all my clothes, as my wife watched in amusement, although her eyes were glistening as Mr. Sarun continued to finger her. Finally, I was just wearing a red panty that was Narges's.

"Rajesh!" My boss commanded. "Sit on that chair. I want you to have the best seat in the house."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun made Vidya lick his fingers; the very fingers that were wet with her own cunt juice. Then he stood up and dropped his pants and turned so I could see his huge, dark cock. It was already semi-hard and he was stroking it. His own hands barely went around his dick. I couldn't even begin to guess how thick it really was.

Of course I have seen it before, but it was no less majestic each time he demonstrated his power over my wife, and that power was drawn from his monster dick. His cock was absolutely gigantic and the mere size of it made me feel very inferior and inadequate just to look at it. Sadly, as I sat in the chair, I realized it also turned me on because I knew that shortly he was going to shove that huge dark cock into my wife's body. When he held his huge cock down the side of his leg, it went way down his thighs and seemed like it almost reached his knee. Then he lifted his cock up and I got a good look at his huge dark Tamil balls – like two large black pool balls hanging between his legs.

The first time Vidya had seen him nude, she had been transfixed and stunned. She never realized a person could be that well-built. Even now, I looked at Vidya and I saw her shudder. Even though she had been fucked numerous times by him, each time she looked forward to feeling this gigantic cock fucking her cunt and blasting enough sperm into her body that had she not been on the pill, there could be no doubt in any of our minds that she would be impregnated with the loads he blasted into her cunt.

My cock started to get hard. I was dressed in only a small panty and there was no way to hide my hard cock as it stood straight up in the air.

Mr. Sarun, seeing my hard cock turned to my wife and said, "Vidya, look at your pathetic husband's mini dick. Rajesh knows what I am going to do to you and it turns him on."

Vidya looked at my cock and smiled. She knew it turned me on knowing that my boss was going to ravage her as I watched. Mr. Sarun, however, wasn't done.

"Rajesh, you want me to fuck your hot slut wife don't you?"

There was no possible way to hide what I was feeling.

"Yes, Sir. It will be an honour, Sir."

Vidya mouthed to me, silently, almost teasingly, "I love you."

I get to have my cake and eat it too.

Mr. Sarun's cock was now totally hard and it stood out in front of him like a black baseball bat. He was definitely ready to shove his huge tool in my wife's cunt and by the look on Vidya's face, she was ready to have him shove it in her anywhere he wanted to shove it.

My wife mouthed again to me, "I love you."

It made me feel warm inside for a moment to see that my wife still loved me, even as she was about to be mounted on by another man. She loved only one man – me – even though she let other men enjoy her body. Maybe that's why she loved me? Suddenly I was confused.

Vidya reached down to Mr. Sarun's huge cock and wiped some saliva all over his manhood to lubricate him. She then took a hold of his huge cock and kept staring at me as she started rubbing the head of his huge cock up and down the slit of her cunt.

Vidya kept looking right at me as I saw Mr. Sarun climb over her on the bed, ready to hump her. Her cunt lips started to be spread open as he pushed his huge fat cock in to her vagina. Vidya still kept looking at me and smiling. She winked at me, even as she had to grimace as Mr. Sarun pushed it in deeper.

I watched his fat dark cock begin to disappear inside my wife's body. By the time the head of his monster appendage had entered my wife's cunt, Vidya was now visibly moaning. They were the moans of a woman in heat.

"Oh, Sirjee!" She cried out. "I want to feel every inch of your huge dick inside me. Shove it in me! As deep as you can, Sirjee!"

"Rajesh, watch closely." Mr. Sarun barked, as he started to pump her. "Watch as I shove my cock into your wife completely and touch her in places you can never touch."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I was watching him rape my wife – yes, it was rape even though we both had agreed to it because of the threat of the shares – and it was turning me on more than anything in the world. Mr. Sarun kept shoving more and more of his huge penis into my wife's body until his huge balls were slapping against her ass.

"Oh my God." Vidya gasped. "Honey! Look! I have taken your boss's entire fucking cock into my fucking cunt. Fuck! It feels so great to be fucked by a real cock for a change, hubby!"

"Yes, dear." I meekly replied. "I am glad you are enjoying this."

Mr. Sarun was fucking her hard and fast now. Taking full strokes in and out of her cunt. Pulling his cock all the way out and then shoving the full length all the way back into her body again. Every time he shoved his huge cock all the way inside her body I could see her stomach move up and down. As I watched her stomach move up and down to the rhythm of his balls slapping against her ass, I watched her hug, kiss and tongue the huge man that was fucking her. The man that wasn't her husband. The man that wasn't me.

I heard her begging him for his sperm. She was telling him that she needed to be filled with it and she needed it now. It really turned me on to hear her begging him to fill her cunt with his sperm. She knew what it would do to her when he finally pump his sperm into her body and she wanted it to happen.

My own hand moved to reach inside the panty I was wearing. My hard cock was now sticking straight up in the air as I listened to my loving wife actually begging Mr. Sarun to fill her cunt with his sperm. I began to stroke myself delicately, knowing I was close to the edge; I didn't want to cum immediately.

By now Mr. Sarun had a rhythm going and was fucking Vidya ferociously with his gigantic cock and Vidya knew he was about to cum any time. Her eyes were closed and her toes were curling. She was having another mini-orgasm. It seemed as if she had been in a constant state of arousal for over half an hour now, ever since Mr. Sarun had started to touch her. I was amazed at his lasting power.

"Please, please cum in me!" She begged him. "Please Sirjee! I am begging you."

"Who's my slave, cunt?" Mr. Sarun roared, as he thrust into her again. "Who do you belong to, you slut?"

"To you, Sirjee, I belong to you!" My wife cried out. "I am your slave, Sirjee! I would do anything you want, anytime, anywhere and with whoever you wanted me to. I am your total slut, Sirjee!"

"Will you ever say 'no' to me, you whore? Will you allow me to use your body anyway I want to use?"

"Yes, Sirjee! Yes!"

I was totally shocked to hear her say this, as our agreement had been once a month in our house for a week, but it turned me on so tremendously that I almost came right then. Mr. Sarun told Vidya that he was going to shove his huge South Indian cock up her ass, that he would fuck her in public places in Mumbai while other people watched, that he would freely pass her around to his friends on the Board of Directors.

"Do you understand what I am telling you, Vidya?" Mr. Sarun asked her, as he tweaked her boobs while fucking her.

"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya opened her eyes and looked at me, as if asking for my permission. "I totally understand what you are telling me, and I will gladly do absolutely everything and anything you wanted, if my husband agrees. Will you please cum in me now, Sirjee?"

With his cock buried deep into my wife, Mr. Sarun turned to me.

"Rajesh, what do you think? Have you heard what your slut wife just said? Would you agree to everything she agreed to and give your word that she lived up to her end of the bargain?"

"Sir ..." I wanted to object, while knowing my cock was rock hard now. "We did say it was to be only once a month in our house, Sir, for a week ..."

"Darling!" Vidya interrupted me. "Aaaah... OH MY GOD..."

She was moaning in between my boss's thrusts, and tried to talk to me whenever she could.

"Darling, my pussy is so sore. Darling, you know I love you ... OOOOOOH ... and you love me. If you truly love me, please ... OH MY GOD ... allow me to do this. I need to have my life sexually fulfilled, darling, something only your boss ... AAAAH ... can provide. Please, darling ... OH ... YES ... I need, I HAVE to be a slut for some time ... OOOH YES!"

I looked at Vidya's desperate eyes, her pleading face, her buckling body, and the sight of her fair skin as my boss's dark cock plunged in and pulled out and plunged in and pulled out of her pussy. I was going to cum, and I couldn't help it.

My mind was filled with the images of what my beautiful tiny wife would be forced to do by all the powerful guys that were Mr. Sarun's friends, who would use her like the slut she wanted to be and I began the most intense, almost painful orgasm of my life.

My cock was out of my panties, and my sperm started to shoot straight down my leg. I kept cumming and cumming. I couldn't believe how much sperm I was shooting out. My panties and legs were a mess of cum.

Mr. Sarun laughed.

"I guess that means he has given you his blessing, Vidya."

"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya smiled. "It definitely says so to me. Oh please cum in me, Sirjee!"

Mr. Sarun tensed and shoved every fraction on an inch of his gigantic Tamil cock into Vidya's cunt and started to grunt and groan over and over again. My wife was staring straight into my eyes and smiling, teasing me to a point of almost humiliation, as he started to pump his huge load into her. Vidya kept smiling at me, teasing me, encouraging him, telling me how she could feel his sperm shooting into her cunt, how hot his sperm was and how great it felt to have a real guy's sperm being shot so deep into her body. Her orgasm intensified a thousand fold knowing that she was being penetrated by another man's cock as I watched and encouraged. Her orgasm was so intense that I thought sure she was going to pass out as she moaned and moaned over and over how great it felt, that she never wanted it to end and that she wanted her body to be filled with his sperm every day and every night.

When Mr. Sarun pulled his cock out of Vidya's cunt, his sperm came gushing out and then I noticed that her pussy didn't close back up. I could look right up inside her. I could see all of my boss's sperm still in my wife's cunt. She had been fucked so thoroughly that she had lost all muscle control in her cunt. I wondered just how much abuse her pussy could take.

My wife was now cuddling her lover. Mr. Sarun turned to me.

"Ok, boy, get up. Show's over. Leave the room, close the door when you go out, and go to Narges's room. She has something for you. And yes, leave your clothes here. You need just the panties when you are in the house."

"Yes, Sir!"

Leaving my boss and my wife, I made my way to the guest room. My legs had my dried cum on them, and the red pantie also had a huge stain where I had cum into it. I knocked on the door.

"Come in." Narges said. She was reading a book when I entered, which she kept down as she observed my pathetic condition.

"There's a paper on the table there, cuckold." She told me. "And a pen. Read it, and sign."

I started to read the paper.

"I, Rajesh, agree that my wife Vidya Mathur and I are now the willing slaves and properties of Mr. Sarun. I specially acknowledge that my wife Vidya is now his personal sexual slave, and I give up my rights to her so that she can serve our master whole heartedly. I promise that she is fully available to him at all times for all his needs, no matter what his commands are. I also agree to serve as a slave and servant to Mr. Sarun as per his wishes.

My wife will service me sexually only when she has Mr. Sarun's permission, and only when she desires it. I accept that I will fuck her as little as possible, and take care of my needs on my own."

In a daze, still not comprehending the situation fully, I signed the paper.

"Good." Narges was now standing right behind me. "You see that chair. Please bend over, so that your hands are on the seat of the chair, and your tummy is over the back of the chair."

I did as she asked. Narges pulled down my panties to my ankles and asked me to step out of them.

I was now naked, in her room, bent over a chair.

"Please spread your legs apart a little."

I did as she asked. Narges placed a hand on my bare right bum cheek.

"You are a pathetic husband, Rajesh."

SPANK!

SPANK!

She had spanked me! My boss's maid servant was spanking me right in my own house! I gripped the seat of the chair firmly. My ass stung. Narges raised her hand again.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Your boss has made your wife his sex slave, and you let him, Rajesh."

SPANK!

SPANK!

"And all because he has a bigger dick than you, and can cum more often you, Rajesh."

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Your wife takes another man's cock in her mouth to give him a blowjob, right after he has fucked her, Rajesh."

SPANK!

SPANK!

"You let another man spank your wife's ass while calling her a 'randi' and 'kutti', Rajesh."

SPANK!

SPANK!

"You saw your boss slap your wife's buttocks until she cried out in pain, and you did nothing. He's a guest in your house, and he called her a bitch and a prostitute, and you watched. Sarun plunged his manhood into her and FUCKED her in the ass, and you just watched and jacked off to it. Why did you not rush to save your wife, you pathetic cuckold?"

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Doesn't it bother you that your wife lets him do what he wants with her, while you, her husband, is being denied the same enjoyment and AT THIS moment you are naked, bent over, and getting a spanking from your boss's maid servant?"

SPANK!

SPANK!

I couldn't help it. The humiliation made me cum again. My cock throbbed and pulsated until my balls were completely dry.

"Alright, cuckold, get up."

I stood up. I found that I couldn't meet Narges's gaze; I was ashamed to look her in the eye after she had unceremoniously punished me.

"Do you love your wife?"

"Yes. I love Vidya."

"Good. Because she has just put you and herself into slavery."

She was having her cake and eating it too.

I loved Vidya. I would do anything for her happiness. ANYTHING.

I just hoped she loved me as well.