My Indian Slut Wife Vidya - Part 08

"Pass me the toast, honey." My wife ordered.

"Yes, dear." I answered.

"Did you make the tea?"

"Yes, dear." I replied. "I didn't add the sugar this time."

"Good." Vidya nodded in appreciation. "You need to cut sugar completely from your diet, dear. Your paunch has been growing recently."

"Yes, dear."

I knew she was right, of course. My wife was always right. Whereas Vidya was the very figure of healthiness and sexiness, I had been growing slightly more rotund recently. With my waist size increasing a little, Vidya decided enough was enough and I had to diet, and exercise.

"Did you go for a run this morning?" Vidya asked.

"Yes, dear."

"Everyone's husband is fit and healthy, baby. When you are with me, I need you to look presentable as well. No one should say Vidya's husband is fat."

"Yes, dear. I am sorry, dear."

"You should be!" Vidya retorted. "I know you don't have a big penis, baby, but that doesn't mean you should compensate and have a big belly!"

"Yes, dear."

"As for your small penis, darling, you can't do anything about it. And Mr. Sarun is nicely taking care of me in that department. But you CAN do something about your growing waist!"

"Yes, dear."

"You can learn something from Mr. Sarun, sweetie pie. Something other than how to fuck a woman. Learn from him how to exercise and eat healthy as well!"

"Yes, dear."

Ding dong.

"Get the door, jaanu." Vidya ordered. "I think the pool men are here."

"Yes, dear." I replied, finishing off my tea. "I am nearly done, anyways."

"Thank you, darling. You are so nice. Remember to clean up the breakfast table after you let the men in."

"Yes, dear."

I stood up from the breakfast table. My wife was still buttering her toast. It was 830 am in the morning and I was about to head to the office soon. I brushed off a few crumbs from my shirt and walked to the door.

Vidya was right. It was the pool men.

Some time ago, my boss Mr. Sarun had purchased the house next door to us. I still remember how he had told me about it. It had been a long day in the office, full of tough negotiations with a foreign supplier, and we had just returned back to my place, where Mr. Sarun was staying with us for a week. After a sumptuous dinner cooked by my lovely, sexy, voluptuous and talented all-rounder wife, we were just looking to hit the bed.

Of course -- "hitting the bed" -- meant different things to my boss and I. Me -- relegated to the servants' room in my own house, while my boss Mr. Sarun was looking forward to fucking MY wife all night long on our marital bed.

"It's been a long and tiring day, Rajesh." He had exclaimed. "And my cock just wants to sink into that sexy wife of yours. I am glad to have an employee like you who has a hot wife like Vidya. She has a tight pussy, that woman!"

"Er ... thank you, Sir."

All this said while Vidya hovered nearby, giggling like a schoolgirl as my boss praised her in the most vulgar terms.

Mr. Sarun had laughed heartily.

"My dear Rajesh! Her tight cunt just means you haven't fucked your own wife properly. By the time I am done with her, her pussy will barely feel your little dick. That is, if she even wants to have sex with you, ever again."

"Er ... um ... thank you, Sir, for keeping Vidya pleased in bed, Sir."

I was meekly thanking a man who was constantly bonking my wife and taunting me about it. Vidya came and stood next to my boss, who raised a hand and began to fondle my wife's behind.

"A woman like Vidya is built for sex, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun warned me, as he groped her buttocks. "She has long legs to wrap around her man, a cunt that is always wet and ready to be ploughed, boobs that are big with perky nipples, and a big bubbly butt that just begs to be spanked. Vidya was wasted being married to you. You should be happy you found me to keep your wife happy and satisfied, Rajesh. She is still with you because she is being fucked by me."

"Yes, Sir. I know, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

Mr. Sarun patted my wife's ample perky bottom.

"Today, I think I will fuck her from the rear, Rajesh. It's been a while since I had some ass. Vidya's asshole is nice and juicy, just like her cunt."

"Er ... yes, Sir. As you wish, Sir."

"Not that you will know, you cuckold. Vidya tells me you are not man enough to fuck her in the ass."

"Um ... no, Sir."

As Vidya stood there, chuckling while my boss played with her ass, he suddenly seemed to be think of something.

"Your house has no swimming pool, Rajesh." He had said.

"Er ... no, Sir."

"I talked to my real estate agent. He tells me 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."

My boss turned my wife around and started to play with her breasts.

"No need to thank me, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun graciously remarked as he started to unbutton Vidya's blouse. "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."

"Alright, now ... come ... you two ... follow me to the bedroom."

And with that comment, he went to our bedroom to fuck my wife. Unlike other times, this time I was commanded to accompany him and Vidya into the bedroom. As expected, I was ordered to record their sex session. Obediently I recorded a video of him enjoying my wife's body, so that he could view it again and again later.

That was two months ago. It had taken some time for the realtors to close the deal, and then some more time before my neighbor moved out. Then, last week, Mr. Sarun called me from the USA and told me that his agents here had hired a contractor to start working on the pool.

"Next time I am at your place," Mr. Sarun gloated on the phone, "We can both watch your sexy little wife swim naked in the pool, her beautiful big tits bouncing up and down, and the water running down her gorgeous big ass when she gets up from the water."

"Er ... yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you for the pool, Sir. It must have been expensive."

My boss had just bought a property in the most posh part of Pune, hired a contractor to remodel that into an outhouse and a pool. It was expensive -- sure -- but not for him!

"It is expensive, but it's worth it." Mr. Sarun replied. "I like a good swim, and I like sex, Rajesh, especially with other guys' wives. At your place, I was having the latter, but not the former. And think of it -- this way, you get to use the pool at least, if not your own wife."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"There's something special about fucking a woman by the pool, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun continued. "Of course, you wouldn't know ... but I am sure Vidya will. Or she will get to know."

"Er ... I guess so, Sir."

"I fuck Rukmani by the pool all the time I am in Kolkata, Rajesh. The sounds carry across the water and her screams and moans are amplified, especially when she is taking my name. It all adds to the pleasure, Rajesh. I am looking forward to giving your fucking bimbo wife the same treatment."

Rukmani was a young Nepalese girl who worked as a maid in my boss's mansion in Kolkata, and was the wife of his driver, Imtiaz. Mr. Sarun regularly fucked Rukmani, often in Imtiaz's presence. I wasn't the only man he regularly cuckolded.

"Yes, Sir. I am sure Vidya will also love it, Sir. She is beside me right now, Sir. She says 'hi'."

"Oh man!" Mr. Sarun went on. "Rajesh! I am horny just thinking of that randi! Put that harlot wife of yours on the phone, Rajesh. I want to speak to my little slut."

"Yes, Sir."

I had passed the phone to Vidya. Soon she was giggling like a young girl talking to her crush, all the while rubbing herself between her legs. After some time, she had turned to me.

"Baby, can you please leave the room? I want to talk to Mr. Sarun in private."

"Yes, dear."

That was what my life was nowadays. "Yes, dear" to my wife, and "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir" to my boss, her lover.

I don't want you to get me wrong. It wasn't a bad life. My wife did feel pity at my situation and had regular sex with me when Mr. Sarun wasn't here. She knew that when Mr. Sarun was visiting, she was to service him only, so she took care of me at other times. Mr. Sarun had also increased my salary quite a bit, so we were now at least financially very comfortable. When Mr. Sarun would fuck Vidya, often he would talk to her about finances and stocks in between the sex. He liked to brag about the company and his own wealth. Vidya trained herself to be very knowledgeable about the stock market, and she would pass on these valuable tips to me. Right now, we had quite a nice and growing portfolio based on Mr. Sarun's inadvertent stock tips.

I opened the door. Jawed and Asghar stood there.

It had been six days since work on the pool started at my place, but these two men reported on time every day punctually.

Jawed was the taller -- and older -- of the two. He was also the person in charge of the whole project. From what I understood, Jawed was also a mere labourer, but he had spent years working for this contractor that Mr. Sarun had hired, so now Jawed was put in charge of whatever project he was on, and a bunch of men put under his command. These men were mostly manual labourers hired from project to project. Some -- I guessed but had no way to be sure -- were actually illegal immigrants from either Nepal or Bangladesh.

Asghar was Jawed's right hand man -- the second-in-command. He was younger, stronger, but was also shorter. He never smiled -- and his face had a mean streak about him. He didn't talk much. Most of the time he grunted.

"I wanted to say we are here, sahib." Jawed addressed me respectfully. "The men are already at the back, and started to work."

"Thank you, Jawed." I told him. I appreciated his punctuality. It was rare quality in India, particularly amongst the lower class. When he started, he said they would be here every day at 8.30 in the morning, and he had been true to his word.

"Are you going to stay home today, sahib, or go to work?" Jawed asked me.

For the first three days after the pool men's arrival, I had worked from home. I wanted to oversee their work and understand what they were going to do. The last three days though, I had gone to work. The men seemed competent, and was moving at a good pace, and Jawed was knowledgeable, and seemed to know all the proper standards. What he didn't know, Asghar knew. Between them, they were making sure the 8 labourers they had with them were doing a good job.

"I am going to work." I answered.

"OK, sahib." Jawed said. "If we need anything, we will call you. I have your number."

"You can ask my wife also." I told him.

Was it my imagination or was there a sudden smirk on both of their faces. I blinked -- I couldn't be sure. It wasn't there now.

"We don't want to bother memsaab." Asghar suddenly spoke.

It wasn't my imagination -- there was definitely a smirk on his face. But it was once again gone as soon as it was there.

I didn't know what to make of it. I guess I was just overthinking it. When it came to Vidya recently, I tended to overanalyze everything.

As I drove to work, my thoughts turned to my wife.

It has been five long, eventful months since my wife had voluntarily become Mr. Sarun's mistress, his plaything, his fucktoy, his concubine, his slave girl ... whatever you want to call it. He was supposed to be in India every month for only ONE week, yet it had become TWO weeks every month. So for half a month, my wife was at his service. She was his chattel.

Instead of being married to a bombshell of a wife, now half my life I was a servant to my wife and her lover. I was their chauffer. Their cook. Their cleaning boy. That is ... when he was here, of course.

The way it worked, when Mr. Sarun would be in India, either he would stay over at my place, or he would book a ticket for Vidya. My wife would fly to Kolkata to be at his place, along with his maid servant girls Narges and Rukmani. This was Mr. Sarun and his Indian harem of debauchery. Last month all four of them (Mr. Sarun, Narges, Rukmani and Vidya) had even spent five days together holidaying in Sri Lanka. And the month before that, Mauritius.

Of course I wasn't privy to what happened when my wife was away. Vidya did not share any or the sordid details, much to my chagrin. Asking her meant she would stop being the loving and respectful wife. She would then punish me by slapping me, or by stripping me naked and then subjecting me to some humiliating spanking. So I had stopped asking, just to ensure Vidya remained the doting wife. She had made it abundantly clear that questions about her extra-marital affairs were off limits, and she would share any juicy details only when she wanted to. It was something which was now out of my hands, all I could do was accept it.

Because it was me initially who had wanted this lifestyle, as she would constantly remind me.

Yes, dear.

When Mr. Sarun would be staying over at our place, I would be the servant (and hence I would have to stay in the servants' quarters). He would make me change the bedsheets between their love making sessions, and I was told to always be ready to serve him a drink after every time he fucked my wife.

Thank you, Sir, for putting your big, dark cock into my wife' willing, juicy cunt, stretching her to her limits, pumping her for hours and then flooding her fertile womb with your virile semen. Would you like a vodka, Sir?

It really did seem as if he was owning her, and I was just there as an extra valet. I was sure that with every thrust of his alpha cock, my memory was slowly being erased me from my wife's lush womb. I was afraid that by the end of the year, when technically our deal would be over, she would be begging for his child. My little dick throbbed in defeat (or was it arousal) every time I visualized that imaginary scene in my head.

Mr. Sarun was very upfront with Vidya about 3 things. Number one, most women cannot handle how big he is. Number two, Vidya backing out of their deal wasn't an option any more (not that she wanted to). And lastly, gentle and loving sex with her was for pussies like me. Many times during their rough love making, I was ordered into the room while he was wildly fucking Vidya, or doing nasty things to her, and ordered to take videos of their passionate affair. Or take pictures of Vidya with cum on her face, or red marks on her cheeks after being slapped, or stroke marks on her ass after being caned or lashed, or just cum trails down her thighs.

From time to time Mr. Sarun would share these videos, or a few snaps in a WhatsApp group called "Sarun's Leaders". It was a small group of 12 people, including me. Other than me, the rest of the men in that group were influential people on the board of our company. Kumar, Ashish, Kabir -- these were a few of the names I recognized on that chat. All the men in the chat would chuckle and pass raunchy comments on all of Vidya's pictures or videos that Mr. Sarun shared, many a time taunting me.

Bring Bhabhi over sometime, one of them would comment. And then leave her with me.

And then others would continue.

Bhabhi has nice big tits, another would write. Imagine just how big they will get if she becomes pregnant?

Well, yet another would reply. Why don't we find out?

I wondered sometimes where else these videos were being forwarded to.

Or those videos that Ramu the milkman had taken of Vidya giving him a blowjob.

Or the guard Wasim and his friends during their rough gangbang session with my wife.

By now, there were quite a few XXX-rated videos of my darling wife, circulating who knows where.

There was one particular video by Mr. Sarun that really hit me in my guts.

It was a video of Mr. Sarun and Vidya, sitting by the fireplace in their hotel suite in Sri Lanka, kissing. The video had been recorded from the phone, and it was clear Mr. Sarun had propped the phone against a lamp, started to record, and then went and sat down beside my wife. And then they started to kiss.

It was a passionate kiss.

Unlike other videos, they were both clothed. Especially Vidya. And yet ...

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 had 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.

Vidya had emphasized to me often, regularly, many times, she loved me -- and me alone -- and it was only sex with Mr. Sarun. Raw, passionate, rough, physical, sex.

And the other men.

But ... that was one passionate kiss. It was the kiss of lovers.

Vidya had obviously not slept with any other man during these five months, as far as I was aware. Her current lover was my boss -- Mr. Sarun -- who could afford to buy a house in Pune and give it as a gift to his raunchy mistress just to make a swimming pool just so he could see her swim naked.

So why was I suddenly wary of these pool construction labourers?

Vidya and I had a good sex life otherwise. Especially last week. Vidya knew that this week, and the next two weeks was the only time she could have sex with me. The week after that it would be Mr. Sarun's turn to be with her again -- and this time with the swimming pool. So I was, by default, having sex every other day. And every day for the last three days.

As I parked in my office parking lot, I cleared my head. It was a long day with lots of work lined up. Suddenly my phone rang. It was Mr. Sarun.

"Rajesh! You are still not at your desk?" He was angry.

"I am sorry, Sir." I meekly apologized. "I am just entering the building."

"What do I pay you for, you incompetent man?!" My boss thundered. I was being scolded. "You should have been at your desk half an hour ago!"

"I am really sorry, Sir. Traffic was very bad ..."

"Don't give me excuses, Rajesh! I told you yesterday that I needed you to be on time for today! I have a board meeting in half an hour!"

"I am so sorry, Sir. You see, the pool man ..."

"Oh shut up! Go up and call me at once. We need to discuss the latest inventory figures."

There was only one thing I could say to my wife's lover.

"Yes, Sir."

* * *

It was a long day. Around noon, suddenly I realized I hadn't heard anything from home, so I called Vidya. And then ...

I stared at my cell phone. Why wasn't Vidya picking up? I then glanced at the clock. It was 12.30 pm. She should be home! Where else would she go?

I rang again in about five minutes. Still no one picked up. Very odd! Maybe Vidya was in a shower or maybe she was taking a nap. No matter. I would call again if I didn't hear from her in half an hour.

I switched on the camera app on my laptop. Ah, my old friends -- the cameras in my house that I had installed long time ago, and that Vidya seemed to have forgotten existed. Let's actually see what was happening! These cameras had been installed during the Gaurav incident ... so long ago. And throughout my cuckold existence, they had served me so well.

Time to see if my stupid fears of Vidya and the pool construction crew had any basis in reality.

"Could not connect."

WHAT THE FUCK!

I started now at my laptop screen in frustration.

What sheer luck! I suddenly realized what happened.

Two weeks ago, after Mr. Sarun left, I sorted through the gigabytes of the secret recordings I had of her and Vidya. All of them were stored on a local server secretly stashed in our garage that was running out of space. It was time consuming to go through the recordings, decide what to keep, make backups, and so on. Thus I made the decision to subscribe and store the videos on a cloud service.

That meant updating the cameras with new firmware, and then I had to reboot them so they would now directly store the videos on the cloud. And obviously, naively, STUPIDLY, I hadn't tested them after I had done so, assuming everything would be working fine! And now, here I was, stuck in the office, wife missing, and cameras not working!

Ah, what to do. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe nothing was happening.

Suddenly I saw a light blinking.

The kitchen camera was coming on! And it was recording!

The screen cleared, and then came into focus.

There were two people there.

Vidya.

And Jawed.

I froze.

Why was Jawed here, inside the house, and why was he talking so animatedly with Vidya?

I increased the volume and glanced at my office door. It was closed -- I was alone for the moment in my cabin.

"You are a slut, memsaab." Jawed was saying. "Do you know what a slut is, memsaab?"

Vidya nodded. My wife was looking at her feet, not daring to meet Jawed's gaze.

WHAT THE ... WHAT WAS GOING ON? This was a mere labourer! Why was he talking to her like this? Why was he calling her a 'slut'?

"Come here, memsaab." Jawed ordered.

Vidya walked up to him. Jawed reached up and patted her cheek. As his hand made contact with her flesh, my wife flinched involuntarily. Jawed nonchalantly continued to pat her cheek.

He was touching her! He was touching her! And she was letting him.

"Whenever I am unhappy with you, memsaab," He told her, "I am going to slap you. Do you understand, slut?"

Even as he patted her cheek, Vidya looked up at him, eyes wide in surprise.

"Er ... slap me, Jawed?"

"Yes. I will slap you."

SLAP!

Before Vidya could even move or flinch, Jawed slapped my wife. I noticed Vidya's eyes grow wider in shock. She was stunned. Calmly, Jawed then raised the back of his hand, again, and slapped her, again.

SLAP!

"You will call me Jawedji." He told her. "You will respect me at all times."

Vidya's cheeks had a mark on them where he had slapped her, and she was starting to blush ... in embarrassment and shame.

"Er ... yes, Jawedji. I will call you Jawedji. I am sorry, Jawedji."

WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED? My wife was just slapped by this labourer and she, instead of reacting angrily, was being so meek and submissive! I began to wonder why my wife was so readily submitting to this man. What hold did he have on her? Who was he, really?

"You are to obey me and Asghar. At all times. Do you understand, Vidya?"

He wasn't even calling her memsaab. He was calling her by name. Something a mere labourer would never do.

"Yes, Jawedji."

My wife was really calling him Jawedji -- a sign of respect -- something that we would never give to the lower class.

"You will submit yourself to us. Whenever we order you to."

"Yes, Jawedji."

"You will get no respect from us, but you have to treat us with the utmost respect, and obey us at ALL times. Do you understand, you slut?"

"Yes, Jawedji."

"Let us see about that. Turn around and bend over." Jawed suddenly ordered.

Vidya once again stood there, frozen. Probably she hadn't expected him to immediately issue an order.

"Er ... now?"

Jawed sighed.

"Memsaab." Jawed told her. "You did not immediately listen to me. I am going to slap you as punishment."

"Jawedji, please." Vidya shuddered. "I am sorry, I didn't understand! I was thinking of ..."

"Your cheek please, memsaab."

"Jawedji, please. Look, I will bend over-"

SLAP!

The slap was quick, and sudden. Vidya didn't even know when Jawed raised his hand and when it had come down on her cheek. He then calmly raised the back of his hand again and slapped her, again.

SLAP!

"I ... I ... I am s-s-sorry, Jawedji." Vidya began to mumble. "I forgot that I was to obey you at all times."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Vidya's cheeks were bright crimson red.

"Now." Jawed stopped slapping my wife. "Turn around. Bend over."

"Yes, Jawedji."

My wife had now turned around, and bent over in a humiliating position, so her ass was protruding out. She balanced herself by placing her hands on her knees. Jawed calmly stood behind her and placed a hand on her left butt cheek.

"You a nice butt, memsaab." He exclaimed, starting to grope her lewdly. "Nice. Big. Fleshy."

My wife said nothing as this man openly fondled her ass.

ZAAAT!

The screen went blank.

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

I stared at the screen in frustration. It was clear that I was not going to be able to see what was going on in my house now. The kitchen camera was NOT working. NONE of the cameras was working. It was clear that all of the cameras had to be completely charged, rebooted, software properly installed, brought back online before they would be functioning again.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

I closed my laptop lid and leaned back in my chair. I had to think.

Clearly, these last three days, something had happened so that now, today, my wife was being slapped, being called a slut, and being groped in the ass by this construction supervisor. I had to figure out what. And why.

These men were all contractors, sent by a company that Mr. Sarun had engaged. Mr. Sarun would not obviously share with them his relationship with Vidya. So there was no connection there. The only thing I could think of was that Vidya was ... um ... entering a new relationship ... with these men. So in a way, she was cheating on Mr. Sarun.

I obviously have to find out what happened in the last three days! Think, Rajesh, think!

So the cameras had been updated to now store their videos on the cloud. Previously, as I said, I had a small server at home where I would log in with an app to view the videos. But two weeks ago I changed everything so they were now uploading their videos to the cloud. There was a small local storage so in case there was some issue with the internet, the footage wasn't lost -- but as soon as the cameras detected the cloud, they would upload everything there. This meant theoretically I didn't have a storage limit -- I was paying the cloud services for that.

So if my cameras were not showing anything now, I started to think it out, that meant either my home internet was down, or my cameras somehow not working.

But ... what if ... and I grew excited as I thought about it ... what if they had recorded the last three days on the cloud? I might not be able to see what is happening NOW, but what about the last three days?

Quickly logging on back to the cloud server, I checked for any recordings in the last seven days. Oh yes! There were recordings! All three days! I could see exactly what had happened!

I glanced at the clock in my office. In about three minutes I had a meeting. Quickly making a decision, I decided to download all the videos to my office laptop. After the meeting, I could sit in my cabin, undisturbed, and watch.

* * *

It was now time to see what had happened.

There were a lot of videos that were useless. The cameras recorded only when there was movement in the rooms, so there were a lot of videos of just Vidya in the house. Vidya eating. Vidya walking around. Vidya watching TV. Vidya masturbating. Vidya going to the washroom, sitting on the commode and peeing with the door open.

I felt guilty recording these private moments of my wife, but I ignored that feeling and forwarded through the clips. Suddenly, I stopped.

This was the first of the three days when I had gone to work. The time on the clip was about 1030 in the morning. Jawed just stood at the backdoor, the door that led from our interior dining area to the lawn. He called out loudly to my wife.

"Memsaab." He said. He was calling her memsaab at that point! "May I come in?"

"Yes, what is it?" Vidya came into the frame. She was wearing just a big shirt. That was it.

I guess she must have been wearing some short pants or underwear under the shirt, but all that was visible was her long legs. I could see Jawed's eyes temporarily drop to her legs as he ogled by beautiful wife, before he controlled himself.

I wished Vidya would have worn something more. She is so used to our high society, that she sometimes forgets how the other half of India lives. Or how conservative they are. Even if she was in her own house, this was another man.

"Memsaab." Jawed said again. "I wonder if it will be possible for you to make some tea for us men."

"Tea?" Vidya raised an eyebrow. This was highly unusual, as mostly these men might sometimes ask for some water or so. They never asked for tea when I was there!

"Yes, tea." Jawed repeated. "Sometimes the work gets a bit monotonous, so a bit of break with tea perks the men up."

Jawed then looked at my wife again. This time he carefully ran his eyes down her body, ogling her figure and her legs, before focusing back on her face.

"You do know how to make tea, right, memsaab?"

"Of course," Vidya was miffed. "What do you mean by that?! I make very good tea. How many men are there?"

"There's 10 of us in total." Jawed replied. "Me, Asghar and the eight labourers."

Vidya put some water on to boil. Then she looked at Jawed.

"Was there anything else?" She asked him arrogantly.

"No ... er, memsaab." Jawed seemed a little apologetic. "I am sorry I asked if you know how to make tea. It is just that ... a beautiful memsaab like you, a rich woman ... I am sure you had servants to make you tea all your life."

Vidya wasn't easily pacified.

"Do you see any servants in this house, Jawed?"

"Er ... no... I am sorry, memsaab. I didn't mean..."

"Come back in ten minutes." She told him coldly. "Your tea will be ready."

"Yes, memsaab."

Jawed left.

Ten minutes later, the tea was ready. Vidya had already poured it into ten tea cups, and there was extra tea in the tea pot, along with cream, sugar and stirrers. All of it was on a tray that could be easily carried out.

Asghar came into the kitchen. Unlike Jawed, he didn't knock or ask for permission. He just waltzed in.

"Is the tea ready, memsaab?"

Vidya looked at him coldly.

"You should ask for permission before you come in," She said. "There's a lady in the house."

Asghar didn't reply, but looked at Vidya. Then he looked up and down her long legs, a smile developing on his face. Vidya grew uncomfortable with the way he was ogling her.

"Did you forget to wear pants, memsaab?" Asghar asked, and then started to laugh.

"This is how modern women dress in the house." Vidya replied in a huff. "And this is why gentlemen ASK for permission to come in."

"Tell me, memsaab." Asghar was still laughing. "Would you have put on some pants if I had 'asked for permission', as you put it?"

Vidya glared at him and didn't say anything in reply. Asghar picked up the tray.

"Now that's more like a woman." He remarked, eyeing the tea, "A good woman should be quiet, be naked only in front of her man, and know how to make tea."

"That's a very sexist statement." Vidya commented. "And ... I am NOT naked."

"You are pretty much naked, memsaab. You are lucky your husband doesn't keep you in control unlike Jawed." Asghar commented. "If you were one of his wives, he would know how to keep you in line."

"Really! And exactly HOW does he keep his wife in line?"

"Wives, memsaab. He has two." Asghar snickered. "And it's very easy. A tight slap on the cheeks when they displease you is usually sufficient. Especially when they prance around naked in front of other men like you. If Jawed slapped you like he slaps his wives, you would pretty much dance to his tune."

Saying that, Asghar took the tray and left. Vidya was fuming, but she didn't say anything much. It wasn't worth it to argue with the lower class. I saw her tidy up in the kitchen before heading up to the bathroom. She was going to take a shower.

When she was down in the kitchen again, half an hour later, she was wearing a fresh blue top, with long sleeves, and yoga pants that reached to her ankle. I wondered if her decision to wear pants (rather than panties) in the house was due to Asghar's taunting. I was also wondering how suddenly this labourer was having the guts to speak to Vidya like that.

Jawed entered the kitchen.

"Memsaab?" He asked, stopping at the hallway.

"Yes, come in." Vidya answered.

"This is the tray and all the tea stuff, memsaab." Jawed told her, carefully placing the cutlery on the counter. "Tea was very good, memsaab."

"Thank you, Jawed." Vidya smiled now. "I told you I can make good tea."

"We would like you to make it twice a day, every day, memsaab." Jawed said. "That is, if that is ok with you, memsaab."

Jawed was being so polite, so nice, that Vidya couldn't say no. Especially after the rude way Asghar had spoken to her. I guess she was also feeling a little regretful of the harsh manner she had talked with Jawed before.

"I can do it, Jawed." She smiled again. "I will make tea for you twice a day. Just let me know when you want it."

"This evening will be good, memsaab. Before we leave ... say around 530 pm."

"OK, I will have it ready by then, Jawed."

"Memsaab," Jawed asked, suddenly standing quite close to her. "Have you ever been on TV?"

"TV?" My wife asked, incredulous.

"Yes, your face. It's ... very ... familiar. I think I have seen it somewhere before."

"No, Jawed. I have never been on TV. I just have a very common face."

"No, no ... I am sure I have seen you."

Vidya raised an eyebrow.

"I am just an ordinary housewife, Jawed." My wife replied. "I have an ordinary face. Maybe that is why you think you have seen it before. I am like any other ordinary housewife."

"Oh no, memsaab. You are definitely not ordinary!" Jawed enthused. "I have never seen a more beautiful woman than you! You have a very unique, very beautiful face. No one can forget this face, memsaab. You are indeed very beautiful. Your husband is one lucky man."

Vidya actually had the decency to blush. Jawed, perhaps realizing he was overstepping his boundaries, quickly left.

Nothing much happened after that. I forwarded the recordings till it was 530 pm in the evening. This was still the fourth day's recording. I had to get through the fifth day, and the sixth day, before the seventh (which was today). Or, if you count the days I was in the office, this was day 1. I still had day 2 and 3 left.

"Tea is ready, Jawed." My wife said, as Jawed entered the kitchen, sharply at 5.30 pm. I noticed that he too just walked in without asking for permission. My wife was still dressed in a yoga pant, and her top.

"Thank you, memsaab. The guys are eagerly waiting for amazing tea cooked by a very beautiful memsaab."

Vidya didn't say anything in reply, but she was definitely smiling. Jawed took the tea and left.

About half an hour later, he was back in the kitchen with the tray and the cups.

"That was some good tea, memsaab." He remarked. "Memsaab, we are done for the day, and will be leaving shortly."

"Thank you, Jawed. And oh, Jawed, I am sorry about this morning."

Jawed raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry? Em ... for what, memsaab?"

"I was a little rude to you when you asked me if I knew how to make tea. I now realize you didn't mean anything bad by it."

"Oh that?" Jawed laughed, and then turned to look at my wife. "I accept your apology on one condition, memsaab."

"Condition?" Now it was Vidya's turn to raise a puzzled eyebrow.

"Yes." Jawed grinned. "You are really looking beautiful this morning, memsaab. Especially without pants! I hope tomorrow morning to see you again like that, memsaab! When I am here, if you don't wear any pants -- that would be great!"

Having said that, he laughed and exited, leaving my wife dumbfounded. No labourer had ever talked to her like that before!

That was the day's recording. For a moment, I paused and took stock, trying to remember how Vidya had been that night. She had been edge, nervous, but also highly excited. She had been horny, and almost jumped on me when we went to bed. She had made me eat her out twice, and cum both times. She had cum quite a lot, in fact. When I had finally was allowed to mount her and cum inside her, she was quiet, with her eyes shut, shaking, as I ejaculated inside her.

I realized that these were all the hallmarks of Vidya when she was starting a new affair. She had been horny, thinking about Jawed, and used me to satisfy her. She must have been thinking of Jawed's "no pants" comment too when I had cum in her.

I quickly skipped through to the next day's recordings. The first interaction was at 1030 in the morning. Vidya was in the kitchen, busy making tea for the men. I noticed that she was wearing another oversized shirt. It was one of mine, actually.

And nothing else. No pants.

Sure, she must have been wearing a panty inside, but her long beautiful legs from her athletic thighs onwards were on display.

"Memsaab." Jawed announced, as he walked in. Vidya turned to look at him. Jawed whistled when he caught sight of my wife.

"Nice legs, memsaab." Jawed said. "You are indeed very beautiful."

"Thank you, Jawed."

"Thank you for listening to me, memsaab." Jawed stood quite close to her and told her. "You look quite nice without pants, memsaab. Just the shirt suits you. Dress naked like this everyday, and I will be one happy man! You look amazing, memsaab!"

"I am not naked. I am wearing panties, Jawed." Vidya said. "So ... it's not that I am naked below the waist! Unlike what you and Asghar like to say! It's not just the shirt."

"Really, memsaab? Can you show me?"

This was quite a bold ask of Jawed.

"Oh, Jawed!" Vidya chuckled. "You are a very naughty man, flirting with the memsaab of the house!"

Viyda however, shyly lifted the hem of her shirt to show him her panties. She was wearing a blue lace panties that barely covered her ass.

Jawed whistled again.

"You have a very nice ass too, memsaab. Very fleshy gaand (ass)! And don't worry, I won't tell your husband."

Vidya raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

"My husband knows I am dressed casually in the house." She said. "What will you tell him?"

"Does he know you are showing me -- another man -- your blue panties, which barely covers your big fleshy gaand?" Jawed smirked.

Vidya blushed a bright red and didn't say anything in reply.

"You are also very naughty, memsaab." Jawed grinned. "Maybe, you would like to see me ... er ... without pants? Just like I am seeing you ... without pants?"

Vidya raised an eyebrow.

"I think, Jawed," She had a half smile, "You need to take the tea to the men."

Not ready to leave yet, Jawed pressed on.

"The men can wait a bit, memsaab." He grinned. "So memsaab, do you dress like this at home all the time? Remaining half naked?"

Vidya sighed.

"I am NOT half naked, Jawed. But yes, I usually dress like this at home."

"I don't understand you modern, upper class women, memsaab." Jawed remarked. "Do you have any kids, memsaab?"

"Um ... no. Do you see any kids around, Jawed? Why do you ask?"

Jawed laughed.

"Your husband controls himself well, memsaab. If you were my wife, and you dressed like this at home, you would have two or three by now. I wouldn't have been able to control myself."

Vidya neck turned crimson red. She was blushing again. Jawed's sexual innuendo was quite clear.

"We aren't trying for kids now." Vidya answered. "I am on the pill. So it's nothing to do with my husband's self control -- or lack thereof!"

I don't know why she suddenly said that. Here was my wife, suddenly discussing her sex life with a mere worker.

"If I had a wife like you, whether you are on the pill or not wouldn't matter. I wouldn't be able to control myself like that." Jawed repeated. "As it is, my wives dress conservatively, and are nowhere as pretty as you, and still they are not spared my hawas (lust), memsaab. I have sex at least once a day, if not more."

"Really?" Vidya raised an eyebrow. "You are lying, Jawed."

"No, memsaab." Jawed didn't seem to be offended. "And the way I keep them in line ... they are also up for it, memsaab. Especially when I spank them. I like big gaand on women, just like yours, memsaab. You have a very nice gaand, memsaab. So big and smooth and fleshy. If you were my wife, I would be spanking you all day."

Suddenly, out of the blue, Jawed spanked my wife on her ass.

SPANK!

Vidya looked at him in shock. The smile left his face, and he stared at my wife, as if waiting for something to happen. For a moment, Vidya was quiet. Then she just scowled at him.

"Take the tea and leave, Jawed."

Jawed didn't say anything, but chuckled, and just picked up the tray and left.

I watched on screen as my wife lifted the shirt and rubbed her ass. It had been a hard spank. I could see the red marks of his fingers on her rosy flesh.

Then, very slowly, her hands went towards her front, and then between her legs. She was rubbing herself! She was wet!

After half an hour later, Asghar came into the house.

"Memsaab! Where are you?"

Vidya was in the living room, watching TV.

"I am here, watching TV. Put the tray and other stuff in the kitchen sink!"

"Yes, memsaab."

I watched on one camera as Asghar carefully placed the cutlery in the sink, as he was instructed. Then, he looked around, before casually walking to the living room! I continued to watch the recording as it moved to the living room camera.

Vidya was sitting on the big comfortable sofa, curled up, watching her favourite net serial. She was now dressed in the same shirt, but had put on her yoga pants. She usually practiced yoga around the afternoon.

"Tea was very good, memsaab."

"Huh... oh... um, thank you." Vidya turned around, clearly surprised that Asghar was here.

"Jawed said to make the tea again at 530 pm, memsaab." Asghar relayed Jawed's instructions.

"I will have it ready, Asghar. You can go now."

"Yes, memsaab." Asghar turned to go, but then thought of something, and then turned around again.

"I can see you are wearing pants now, memsaab."

Vidya looked at him coldly, but didn't say anything.

"Your husband is really good, memsaab, allowing you to be naked in front of other men." Asghar continued. "If you were one my wives, or Jawed's, we would keep you in line."

Vidya stood up. She was visibly angry, but she was trying to control herself.

"You have NO right to be so rude." She said. "What I do, and how I dress, is completely my own bloody business."

"Yes, memsaab. Just wanted to say something about this pant you are wearing. It's very tight. I can still see your big gaand."

"Get out!"

Asghar didn't say anything else, but wisely left the room. He was chuckling, leaving my wife fuming.

Around 5.30 pm, Jawed walked in. Vidya was in the kitchen.

"Memsaab. Is the tea ready?"

"Not yet." Vidya said, as Jawed walked in. "Just waiting for the water to boil."

Jawed continued to walk towards my wife, who had her back to him. As my wife added the sugar and stirred the boiling water, Jawed stood behind her, and suddenly wrapped his arms around Vidya, closing her in a tight embrace.

Vidya was surprised, and dropped the spoon. For a moment, they were both completely still. I was sure my wife was now feeling overwhelmed by this lower class man's masculine aroma, and the feel of his body against hers. Her ear was right next to his mouth and I was sure she could feel his warm breath. It was a highly erotically charged atmosphere.

I saw his hands move. He raised them towards her breasts. Vidya said or did nothing to discourage him, so Jawed started to gently fondle her boobs over her shirt. As the water started to boil, the man continued to massage my wife's boobs, starting to squeeze them hard. Vidya was now moaning, her body resting against his.

Suddenly she sensed something and shook his embrace off.

As Jawed stepped back, I looked at him. A huge bulge was visible in his trousers. Even Vidya stared at his crotch for a couple of seconds and then looked away. She switched off the oven and started to pour the tea now into the cups.

"So, two wives, eh?" She asked. "And you keep them firmly in line, you say. With spanking."

"Yes, two wives." Jawed grinned, watching my wife work. "The law in India allows us Muslims to have four wives, remember?"

"Yes ... yes ... I know. So how do you ... um ... 'keep them in line'? You mentioned spanking?"

"Hmmm ... maybe I can show you sometime, Vidya. Interested in being my third wife? Maybe ... just for two weeks?"

This was the first time he was taking my wife's name. And he was proposing to her!

Vidya looked at him.

"What do you mean, Jawed?"

"Well, first, you will have to call me Jawedji." Jawed replied, standing tall. "I will be your husband for two weeks, you know. Second, I will punish you. Every discretion, you will be punished."

"And what makes you think I will agree to such degrading conditions, Jawedji?"

Even though she added the ji, it was more sarcasm than respect. I saw Jawed bristle.

"My two wives," He said proudly, "Have nothing to complain. They accept my strictness, because when I take them to bed, they ..."

He left the rest of his sentence unsaid.

Vidya stared coldly at him.

"Tea is ready. Please take it and leave."

Jawed looked at her in surprise, thought of something, and then nodded. He picked up the tray and walked out of the kitchen.

That was the end of the second day's recording.

I started to look for the third day's recording. I knew that just like Test Cricket, the third day was going to be very important. Jawed had already moved fast. By day 2 with Vidya, he had spanked my wife, groped her and felt up her tits. What would day 3 bring? Because today, day 4, he was slapping her and fondling her ass, completely in charge.

It was morning, around 11 am, and Vidya was in the kitchen. She was making tea for the men, as usual. This time, she was actually wearing a full length pair of jeans, and a T-shirt on top. Jawed walked in to the kitchen.

"Hi Vidya. Is my tea ready?"

I noted that he just called her by the name, and sauntered in as if he owned the place. Vidya looked at him.

"Almost. I am just letting the tea steep a bit."

Jawed glanced at my wife.

"You are wearing pants today."

"Yes," Vidya replied, in a somewhat cold voice. "When random labourer men start spanking my ass and squeezing my boobs and proposing to me, I know I have to wear pants."

It was an icy reply, and Jawed was surprised. He must have thought he was going to get somewhere even further with Vidya today, and her aloof vibe and unwelcoming demeanor was throwing him off. Mumbling something, he took the tray and left.

Around half an hour later, Asghar entered the house.

"Put the trays and cups in the sink." Vidya ordered. She was seated in the living room, watching a movie.

"Yes, memsaab." Asghar replied. He did as she asked, but then didn't leave. He walked straight into the living room. Vidya saw him, and narrowed her eyes.

"What do you need, Asghar?"

"Just wanted to see if you are naked again, memsaab." Asghar insolently replied. "I guess not."

Vidya stood up. Once again her face was red, and she was very, very angry, and yet she controlled herself.

"Do you not know how to talk to a lady?" She directed a barb at him.

Asghar grinned.

"A lady wouldn't let a mere labourer smack her gaand or grope her tuttay (boobs)."

Vidya sat down, deflated.

"He told you?"

"Of course!" Asghar kept grinning. "You are the gori chitti memsaab (the fair and lovely lady). He is the labour class. Suddenly you are dressing like a slut and coming on to him, letting him cop a feel of your tits -- of course he is going to tell!"

Vidya's eyes were down, and she was blushing bright red. She didn't know what to say.

"In fact, Jawed was seriously thinking he was going to bang you today, memsaab. We even made a bet on it. He now owes me money."

"We?"

"All the men, memsaab. We had him fucking you by noon today."

Asghar left, and I could see Vidya was thinking things over. Nothing much happened that day, surprisingly. In the evening, when Jawed popped in to get the tea, Vidya had already made it and was away in the washroom. Jawed took the tray and silently left. It truly appeared that their dalliance was over.

I tried to remember how Vidya had been last night. She had been fidgety, nervous, and somewhat aloof. We did have sex last night, but I think it was mostly because she sensed that I was horny. She did her part during our brief intimacy, making the right noises, touching the right areas and climaxing after I had cum in her. As soon as we were done, she had fallen asleep. At that moment, I hadn't paid it much thought, but on hindsight I realized she was still debating proceeding on with Jawed, and thus was lost in thought.

So what happened this morning? Why did she suddenly change her mind?

I tried to see if there was something on record for this morning.

Blank. There was none.

Crap! Crap! Crap!

Something must have gone wrong this morning with the cameras. I would have to investigate this further. I began to look everywhere for the day's recordings. On the cloud service -- in every folder. On my local server. On the camera's small drive itself. I couldn't find any other video.

Except one.

There was only one more video!!! Having no other option, I pressed PLAY.

The time counter showed it was around noon.

It was in the kitchen. I could see Vidya and Jawed in the frame.

"Just like how I control my wives?"

It was Jawed's voice.

I could see the smirk in Jawed's face.

"Yes, like that." Vidya swallowed nervously, but then gushed her words out. "I want to experience that."

What was Vidya saying?

"Are you sure you know what that entails, memsaab?" Jawed was positively sneering now. "You are an upper class gori chitti memsaab. Are you sure you have what it takes to be my woman, and to be Asghar's woman, for the next two weeks?"

"Er ... Asghar's woman?"

"Of course." Jawed laughed. "I will be sharing you with him. In every way."

Vidya nervously swallowed again. I am sure she must have been wondering what she was getting into.

"I guess ... that would be ok."

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?" Jawed asked. "I will need mine sucked all the time."

"Er ... yes." Vidya replied. "I don't like to do it ... but I have ..."

She was clearly playing the role of a dutiful housewife now slowly stepping out of her comfort zone.

"Have you been slapped or spanked before?" Jawed asked her.

Vidya remained silent.

"Asghar is a rough man." Jawed continued. "You will be punished. By both of us. Thoroughly. And often. Despite servicing both of us. Does that sound like something you want to do, memsaab?"

Vidya remained silent for a bit, and then nodded.

Jawed whistled.

"You are a slut, memsaab." Jawed said. "Do you know what a slut is, memsaab?"

I realized I had seen this clip before. This was the clip from the kitchen I had first seen this morning.

This was today!!!

On screen, I saw Vidya nod. My wife was looking at her feet, not daring to meet Jawed's gaze.

"Come here, memsaab." Jawed was firm with his order.

I knew what would happen next. Still, I watched.

Vidya walked up to him. Jawed reached up and nonchalantly continued to pat her cheek.

"Whenever I am unhappy with you, memsaab," He told her, "I am going to slap you. Do you understand, slut?"

Even as he patted her cheek, Vidya looked up at him, eyes wide in surprise.

"Er ... slap me, Jawed?"

"Yes. I will slap you."

SLAP!

Calmly, Jawed then raised the back of his hand, again, and slapped her, again.

SLAP!

"You will call me Jawedji." He told her. "You will respect me at all times."

Vidya's cheeks had a mark on them where he had slapped her, and she was starting to blush ... in embarrassment and shame.

"Er ... yes, Jawedji. I will call you Jawedji."

I forwarded to the scene where he had Vidya bent over, and was groping her buttocks.

"Your gaand is big and nice." Jawed said. Then he pinched her buttocks.

"Ow!" My wife cried out, but didn't say anything else.

"Stand up. Turn around and kneel down in front of me."

Like an obedient slave, Vidya did as she was asked. Jawed then reached up and unzipped his pants. He quickly dropped his pants and then pulled down his underwear. A thick, dark, brown, big, uncircumcised penis was suddenly tapping my wife's cheek. It was erect, dark brown, had a bulbous head covered in foreskin, and was about 6 inches long.

"Take care of this with your mouth, memsaab." Jawed ordered.

My wife parted her lips a little. Immediately the thick head of the cock was pushed against her mouth. I saw Vidya close her eyes as Jawed inserted his thick dong all the way inside my wife's mouth, with its head pressed against her nostrils. Not a man to waste time on niceties, he put a hand on the back of her head and started to push the cock in and out, fucking her mouth.

It was at that moment the screen went blank. For the umpteenth time that day, I stared at the screen in frustration. It was clear that the camera had failed, and there was no more recordings.

For some time, I sat in my chair, thinking.

It was now clear what was going to happen in my house for the next two weeks. Vidya had started her latest affair. She was intrigued by Jawed, and the rough way he "controlled" his wives. She wanted to experience that. So for the next two weeks, as the labourers worked on the pool, Vidya would be a "wife" of Jawed and Asghar, to be controlled and "kept in line" by them. As those men would be digging up a hole and making the pool, their supervisors would be ploughing into my wife and filling her with their cum, and "keeping her in line".

I needed to make sure I had it all recorded.

The rest of the work day passed in a daze.

That night, when I got home, on the pretext of making sure I was checking up on the construction work's progress, I started to work on all of the cameras as Vidya was reading in bed (as her usual habit). All the cameras on the bottom floor, especially the ones in the kitchen, living room, and the one facing the yard, recording the lawn, were all charged, rebooted and tested. Then I got to work on the upstairs cameras. Finally, when Vidya was in the washroom, I fixed the bedroom cameras.

The cameras were all small, miniature, state of the art and very well concealed. I was now satisfied that whatever happens tomorrow, I would see it from my office. Tomorrow, I had originally planned to work from home, but I would make an excuse and go to work. I would stay home for the first hour or so, and then say I have an important meeting and go to work. Then, if things happened as I think they will, I will have it all on record.

You might be thinking why I was so much into the taping and recording. Well ... yes, I was a voyeur. But ... I also had something in mind. It isn't something fully fleshed out yet. But ... we will see. It all depends.

* * *

It was the next day, 12 noon, and I was in my office. I watched on the camera as Jawed instructed his men on the work to be done, and they got busy. Jawed then walked over to Asghar and said something to him. Both of them laughed. Asghar then walked towards the hole that would be our swimming pool and started to bark more instructions to the guys. It was clear; Jawed had made him his deputy and he was going to ensure the work was done properly. Satisfied that the men were carrying on even without him there, Jawed then started to walk towards the house. My house. And my wife.

I switched the camera to the dining room one -- this was the one that had doors leading out to the yard. I saw Jawed enter the house through the dining room. For a moment he stood here; he was figuring out where Vidya was.

My beautiful wife in the kitchen. She was loading the dishwasher. Since it was still just noon and she hadn't showered yet, she was just dressed in a white T-shirt, and black yoga pants that were tight, and showed off her big, bouncy, buttocks to the fullest.

Jawed walked up slowly to stand beside her, and then suddenly placed a hand on her left butt cheek and then, before Vidya could realize what was happening, smacked her on her behind.

SMACK!

"WHAT THE-" Vidya yelped in surprise and turned around.

"Here to see you, memsaab." Jawed grinned. "What a nice big juicy gaand you have!"

Vidya looked helplessly at the man and then at the door.

"But ... my husband Rajesh ..." She mouthed.

SMACK!

Her ass quivered as another blow landed on her, this time on her right butt cheek.

"Jawedji ... my husband is just outside ..."

SMACK!

"Oooh, Jawedji, my butt ..."

Jawed threw his arms around her and enveloped her in a bear hug.

"Uggh!" Vidya muttered as she was crushed in his arms. "Jawedji ... my husband ..."

"Oh, saali randi! Stop talking about your stupid husband!" Jawed told her. His hands were now on her bum, groping and prodding at her crack, fondling her through the thin material of her yoga pants. "Your husband had to suddenly go to work for an emergency meeting. He left almost an hour ago."

"But he didn't tell me ..."

Jawed sighed, and then raised his hand slightly.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

He smacked my wife's buttocks unceremoniously.

"You have a nice gaand, memsaab." He told her, as she remained still and kept looking at him nervously. "I love to spank them. Especially when you talk a lot."

"But Jawedji." Vidya replied in a soft voice. "What about the men? The labourers."

"Vidya." Jawed told her. "Please show me your cheek."

"Jawedji, please." Vidya shuddered. "I am sorry. I forgot!"

"Your cheek please, memsaab."

Vidya sighed, and then turned her face towards him, presenting him with a view of her left cheek.

SLAP!

Before Vidya could even move or flinch, this labourer had slapped her. He then raised the back of his hand again and slapped her, again.

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Jawedji." Vidya meekly apologized. "I forgot that I was to obey you at all times."

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Jawedji. In the future I will not ask about other labourers or my husband."

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Jawedji. I am your slave girl and your slut. I will keep it in mind all the time."

"GOOD!" Jawed seemed to be happy at my wife's meek display of surrender. "Remember your role in our little game."

"Yes Jawedji!"

"And don't worry, memsaab! Asghar is looking after the men, so no one will disturb us." Jawed told her in a matter-of-fact voice, his hands going back to my wife's buttocks. "Man! This is one nice gaand! So fleshy and tight!"

"Ouch!" My wife couldn't help but cry out as Jawed pinched her bottom.

"Ok, raandi." Jawed told her, calling her a slut while patting her behind. "Let's move to the sofa in your living room."

"Yes, Jawedji." Vidya acquiesced to her amorous -- and clearly aroused -- lover.

Once in the living room, Jawed sat down on the sofa like a king.

"Come, slut." He beckoned to my dear wife. "Stand in front of me."

Obediently Vidya stood in front of this dark skinned lower class day labourer, who acted as if he was the boss of this house.

"Turn around and bend over." He commanded my wife.

Vidya looked at him for a minute, puzzled. Jawed then snapped his fingers impatiently.

"Are you daft, memsaab?" He barked. "Turn around and bend over so I can play with your wonderful ass. Don't make me slap you again like yesterday and today."

"Er ... yes, Jawedji." My wife deferentially turned around, and then bent over, presenting her big bum in all its glory to Jawed.

SMACK!

Jawed wasted no time and immediately raised his hand, and then brought it crashing down on Vidya's buttocks.

"Ooof!" Vidya exclaimed, nearly losing her balance. She however kept herself steady by placing her palm on her knees.

No lover of Vidya could resist her bubble butts. Fun to watch, fun to grab and fun to spank. Vidya's big, fine, perfect round ass was an anatomical masterpiece.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"What is this pant you are wearing?" Jawed asked, fingering the hemline of her yoga pants.

"It's a yoga pant, Jawedji." My wife answered, remaining humiliatingly bent over as this man examined her bottom.

"It's very thin ... and tight." Jawed exclaimed. He then placed a finger in her ass crack and poked her.

"Ouch! Jawedji, please. Don't do it." My wife begged. "It will tear. This pant is very expensive."

"Hmm." Jawed said nothing more, but resumed his amorous assault on her buttocks.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"OK, get up and turn around." He commanded her. Vidya gingerly rubbed her buttocks as she stood up and then faced Jawed.

"What are you wearing under that T-shirt, memsaab?" He asked.

"Umm ... just a bra, Jawedji."

"Good. Take off the T-shirt."

"Yes, Jawedji."

Very obediently my wife took off her T-shirt. Her boobs perked up, almost as if expecting to be freed also, but the bra contained them, for now.

"Good. Now that's a nice small bra! Makes your big boobs almost jump out. Now come here and sit beside me, memsaab."

Having no choice, my wife sat down beside Jawed to his left, her big boobs bouncing all over the place, barely held in place by the very small bra. Jawed turned to her and once again enveloped her in a hug. I watched jealously as they kissed each other's mouth and lips for a long time.

"Oh, Jawedji." My wife uttered, as they stopped to take a breather. "You are a good kisser."

"Coming from a slut like you, that's a high compliment." Jawed shot back. Vidya cast her eyes down at the floor in mock shame.

Jawed then lowered himself on my wife and started kissing her neck and back. He reached around her back and in a trice her bra was unclipped and on the floor. My wife was now topless on the sofa, in the arms of yet another man.

What Vidya of course did not realize was that when they were in the living room, any labourer working on the pool, if they walked over towards the end of the dining room, could see them. I couldn't tell if anyone was watching them now, as my focus was on the action in the living room.

Vidya's famous breasts were now exposed to this lowly labourer. Jawed was now kissing my lovely wife's luscious lips while his hands were freely roaming on her torso and playing with her beautiful breasts, as many a man had done before. Vidya still had her yoga pants on, but I saw Jawed's hand frequently reaching down and rubbing her nether regions. He was now licking her cheeks and her face before moving his attention to her breasts and her naval area.

"Umm ... please ... not there." Vidya protested as Jawed poked a finger into her midriff.

Jawed shook his head.

"Vidya, Vidya." He uttered disapprovingly. "Why do you do this?"

Before I knew, or my wife knew, what was happening, his hands moved fast.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"I ... I am sorry ... Jawedji." My wife mumbled, her cheeks showing dark red streaks. "I am sorry. Please forgive me, Jawedji."

"Six slaps." Jawed announced.

I heard my wife sigh.

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Jawedji. Of course you are allowed to touch me anywhere."

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Jawedji. I forgot my role as your 'wife'."

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Jawedji. I am a slut."

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Jawedji. I am your 'wife' and must obey you at all times."

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Jawedji. Please forgive me."

SLAP!

"Good girl." Jawed stopped slapping my wife after 6 hard smacks. Vidya's cheeks were bright red. "Now put your hands over your head, memsaab. That's it."

My wife obliged, and she was helpless as Jawed resumed his mauling of her breasts. Vidya shuddered when he poked his tongue inside her midriff but kept her composure. Jawed took a break and then took off his own shirt.

"Kiss me all over." He commanded my wife.

Wary of getting smacked again, Vidya nodded.

She started by planting kisses on his hairy chest. She covered his chest and arms before moving to his face. She went to his forehead and slowly came down to his lips licking every centimeter of his face and also offered her hanging melons into his palms to squeeze. Jawed made a very good use of his palms and kneaded her big breasts as much he could while enjoying her juicy wet kisses.

He instructed Vidya to lick his shoulders and armpits as well. Vidya wasn't too comfortable sniffing and licking his hairy and sweaty armpits but she knows it turn him on lower class men like him. Thus she didn't decline his command. Jawed would literally pinch her nipples hard when she would tickle his armpits with her tongue.

"Ouch! Jawedji, please be gentle."

Jawed paid her no heed and asked her to get off the sofa and kneel down on the floor in front of him. He untied his dhoti and indicated for my wife to move down.

"Suck me." He commanded.

"May I kiss you again, Jawedji?" My wife suddenly asked.

If this labourer was suddenly surprised by my wife's slutty request, he didn't show it. Rather, he smiled cunningly and nodded.

"You may, memsaab."

Vidya threw her arms around his neck and kissed him fully on the mouth. He wasted no time and his hands were on once again on her bum, groping and kneading her buttocks. As they kissed, my wife's hands slowly unwrapped the dhoti to expose her lover's hard member.

"Oh, Jawedji." My wife uttered, her hands encircling the man's phallus. "It's so hard, but I am sure it can get much harder."

"Work on it, randi." Jawed barked at her. He then swiftly pulled down her yoga pants to her knees, exposing her bubble butt.

"Oh, Jawedji." My wife murmured. "You have now stripped me naked."

SPANK!

SPANK!

A couple of sharp spanks to her bare buttocks reminded Vidya she was still standing, and allowing this man easy access to her ass. She immediately fell to her knees and started planting kisses on his thighs. She started towards the knees and went deeper into his inner thighs and began licking him along with juicy kisses.

"That's right, memsaab! Now start sucking like a good slut."

"Yes, Jawedji. I am your slut, Jawedji. I will be a good slut."

Even through the zoomed in resolution of the camera, I could see that my vivacious wife was having an effect on this labourer as his member visibly hardened. Ever the expert cocksucker, Vidya didn't touch him directly and instead kept moving her tongue deep into his groin, his thigh folds and his balls. She was expertly navigating her tongue through that hairy, sweaty, and -- what must be -- a smelly, groin.

Jawed's member was now enough hard to stand erect on its own. My wife then placed his member inside her mouth and started licking and sucking on it. Jawed had reached down and was once again groping her ass. Men could hardly avoid touching and playing with my wife's big bottom!

"You have a nice gaand, Vidya." Jawed remarked, as he continued to pinch and grope her derriere.

"Thank you, Jawedji."

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Oh, Jawedji! You have spanked me a lot today. It hurts."

My wife's meek protests only seemed to excite him further and increased the intensity of his hitting.

SPANK!

SPANK!

It was indeed some hard beating and Vidya tried her best to stay calm and focused on sucking him to full hardness. Finally she got up and turned around to once again kiss Jawed. He indicated her immediately that he was ready. Jawed put his legs up on the sofa and completely relaxed, lying back.

"Come here, memsaab." He commanded.

My wife understood, stood up and straddled him. She wiggled her pelvis seductively to indicate she was starting to sit down on his member.

"Jawedji, you are so big! Much bigger than my husband!"

I sighed. Now what did she have to say that?

Vidya grinded his member a few times before adjusting it to penetrate her. It didn't need a lot of effort as she was also completely wet and he was quite hard.

"UNGH!" My wife exclaimed as she lowered herself, and this man's penis went inside her, fully.

I was now watching yet another man with his cock buried deep inside my wife. From the corner of another camera, I noticed that a couple of labourers were now watching the action from the yard!

Jawed was quickly on cloud nine. He pulled at her breasts, asking her to grind faster. But Vidya, ever the expert, was pacing herself properly and allowed his member to slowly get inside her fully, a few centimeters at a time, before it was fully in. She started to actively grind against his phallus which was now deep inside her tunnel.

There was a distinct sound as his balls slapped against her inner thighs. His body moved, smashing against her. I somehow knew Jawed couldn't last long. No man could!

"Oh, fuck! I am going to cum." He managed to announce. Vidya looked at him and nodded.

"Yes, Jawedji. You can cum inside me."

Jawed raised a hand and quickly slapped her. Again and again.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"I don't need your permission to cum inside you, slut. Now, rub against me."

"Yes, Jawedji. I am sorry, Jawedji."

Vidya resumed her grinding against his member. Jawed let out a guttural roar and quickly burst out his thick juices all inside my wife's love tunnel. He was now pounding her, and making sure his seed was deep inside her as he pulled her close to his body. This lowly labourer quivered in his climax and hugged Vidya very tightly as his body writhed, continuing to pump his virile semen inside my wife. I watched, mesmerized, as their naked bodies rocked together, as if they were glued to each other. The two shamelessly remained that way for about 5 minutes.

"You are a fantastic fuck, Viyda." Jawed finally uttered.

"Um ... thank you, Jawedji." Vidya demurely answered.

"Sometimes I wonder if your husband realizes what a slut you are, memsaab." Jawed laughed. "If only he knew! And why do you cheat on him, saali?"

"I love him." Viday declared. "His love for me, and his attention to my happiness, makes me love him to bits."

Suddenly I felt proud. My happiness though, was immediately brought back to earth.

"But you know, Jawedji, it's just that sometimes I need a real cock."

Jawed laughed, and then patted her on the bum.

"OK, randi. Now clean me up. I have to get back out there."

"Yes, Jawedji."

Like a good little whore my wife raised herself off his member, and then bent down to lick him clean with her tongue. Five minutes later, Jawed was standing in the living room, and he was now fully dressed. Vidya was now lying on the sofa, naked, with cum trails on her thighs. Jawed picked out his cellphone and called someone.

"Haa ... mera ho gaya. Tum tayyar raho, phir aa jao."

In English, that meant "I am done, so you stay ready, and then come over."

He was talking to Asghar, of course.

Jawed then left the house, returning back to the backyard. I watched on the camera that showed the yard as he went up to Asghar and exchanged a high five. The two then spoke for some time, before it was Asghar this time heading back towards the house.

As I would come to know, Asghar was the more sadistic of the two, and the one with the weird and disgusting fetishes. He reminded me somewhat of Wasim, the guard who had completely owned Vidya and made my wife do disgusting things. Just like Wasim, Asghar was fair, young, and well built, though shorter than Jawed.

My wife must have realized that Asghar was coming, as she stood up from the sofa. I saw him enter the house through the open glass doors that led to the backyard. Vidya had put on her bra and T-shirt, but was still naked from her waist down.

"Vidya, my bitch, where are you?" Asghar called out.

No niceties like memsaab here, I thought.

"Here, Asgharji."

She greeted him with a forced smile on her face. He was pleased to see her with a smile and naked bottom. He caught hold of her by her waist and made her turn around so my wife's back was to him.

"What a nice, big, butt you have, my beautiful bitch!" He told her, and slapped her on her bum right away.

SPANK!

SPANK!

Vidya, who had already been spanked her on her bottom by Jawed, grimaced and made a face, but didn't say anything. From her expression, I guess she knew this was only the beginning with Asghar.

"Were you expecting me, my slut?" Asghar asked her.

"Er ..." Vidya didn't know what to reply and that earned her another couple of butt slaps.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Oh, Asgharji," Was all my wife could helplessly say as she got her bottom thrashed.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"I wish your no good husband was here, bitch." Asghar told her. Vidya's eyes went wide.

"Why, Asgharji? Um ... Jawedji told me he has gone out for a meeting."

SPANK!

SPANK!

Asghar then stopped spanking her buttocks and let out a loud laugh.

"I like fucking a wife in front of her husband and telling him what a good piece of ass she is, or how good her pussy feels."

"Oh." Once again, Vidya didn't know what to answer.

"OK, madam." Asghar seemed to have run out of patience, or he was tired of spanking her ass, and was eager to get it on. He caught hold of Vidya again by the waist and turned her around. He was now face to face with my nervous wife.

"Time for you to clean up, you whore, before I fuck you."

"Er ... clean me, Asgharji?"

Asghar sighed, and then walked to stand in front of Vidya.

SLAP!

The man gave my wife a powerful slap.

"You are a dumb slut, Vidya."

SLAP!

"What are you, Vidya?"

"Um... I ...am ... a ... d-d-dumb slut, Asgharji!" My wife stammered.

SLAP!

"Good! And a bitch! What are you?"

"I am a bitch, Asgharji."

SLAP!

"You were just fucked by another man, weren't you?"

SLAP!

"Y-y-yes, Asgharji! I was j-j-just fucked by ... by Jawedji."

"You are proper dumb slut and a bitch, Vidya."

SLAP!

"What are you, Vidya?"

"I am a dumb slut and a bitch, Asgharji."

SLAP!

"Good! So do you think I am going to fuck you until you are clean, you whore?"

SLAP!

"Er ... no, Asgharji."

Asghar stopped slapping my wife and grabbed her by the hair.

"Let's go, bitch."

Dragging Vidya by the hair, Asghar took my wife towards the bathroom that was on the lower floor. Once inside, she was forced onto the floor.

"Kneel." He commanded her.

Asghar then stood behind her and placed a foot on her neck, forcing my wife towards the toilet. Vidya's head was now on the commode, face in, and she was held firmly by his feet on her neck. Reaching out, Asghar flushed the toilet.

"Feel that water, slut. I want it to clean the smell of Jawed from your face." He shouted as he flushed the commode multiple times. Vidya couldn't say anything -- she had to keep her mouth shut to avoid taking any of that water in.

Why this sort of roughness turns her on, I wondered, not for the first time.

"Clean your mouth, you whore!" Asghar flushed a few more times, and then withdrew his feet from her neck. Vidya was coughing and chocking, as she was forced to take some of that water in. Asghar then slapped her bum hard again.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"You are a dirty little slut!"

He then hauled her up and put her face in the sink this time, and then turned the tap on full blast.

My wife shivered a bit as the cold water started running down her head and some of it splashed down her body, completely drenching her T-shirt.

Asghar placed himself on the small stool and spanked Vidya a few times again on her buttocks, instructing her to clean herself properly. She was to wipe her face, her hair and rinse thoroughly with that cold water. Her t-shirt and bra was now fully wet, so Asghar removed those, stripping her completely naked. He then splashed some water on her genitals.

When he was satisfied, he threw a towel to her and walked back to our living room. My wife took the towel and dried her body quickly, and walked to our living room with lowered head.

"Bitches don't walk! They kneel!" Roared Asghar.

"Yes, Asgharji."

Immediately Vidya went down on her knees. Asghar casually bent down, grabbed a bunch of her hair and pulled.

"Follow me, bitch." He told her. "If you don't want to feel pain, crawl behind me fast."

"Yes, Asgharji. But please walk slow, Asgharji." Vidya begged him.

Asghar gave a cruel laugh, and then started to walk towards the bedroom upstairs. Through the whole way, up the stairs and the hallway, he led Vidya by her hair, like a dog on a leash, as she crawled on all fours behind him. I watched as her buttocks, up in the air, quivered and jiggled as she crept along. My wife's butt cheeks still bore the red marks of her punishment at the hands of Jawed.

Once in the bedroom, Ashgar ordered her to climb on to the bed, but remain on all fours.

"Yes, Asgharji." Vidya obeyed.

Asghar unbuckled his belt. As I watched from yet another camera, he took out the belt, folded it so it was now double strapped, and swung it menacingly in the air.

Vidya was now bent at the edge of the bed while Asghar adjusted himself by pressing his knee on her back thus pinning her down firmly. Her bum was exposed for his pleasure and he needed no further invitation.

Keeping a firm hold on her hair, he pulled it slightly, leading her to arch my dear wife's neck backwards. At the same time, he raised a hand with the belt.

"SO this is where your husband fucks you?" He asked, before following the question by two hard swings with the belt on her naked buttocks.

WHACK!

The sound of leather on her flash made a cracking noise like the firing of a rifle.

WHACK!

My frightened wife nodded in agreement but he wanted her to speak it out.

"I asked you a question, memsaab!"

WHACK!

WHACK!

"Yes, Asgharji!" My wife responded.

"What about Jawed?"

WHACK!

"Did Jawed fuck you on this bed too, slut?"

WHACK!

"Yes, Asgharji. But not today. Today he fucked me on the sofa."

So Jawed had fucked her on the bed. I don't have that video. That must have yesterday.

WHACK!

WHACK!

"Good! So now I will fuck you here."

WHACK!

WHACK!

My wife was already sniffling, trying to control her cries of pain with the hard hits she was receiving on her buttocks. Asghar was a young man, quite strong and well-built, and enough to put Vidya in pain as he swung his belt again and again. He was also inexperienced, and unlike Jawed, he did not know how to keep in control so Vidya wouldn't feel pain. Already since this morning she must have had some 20 or 30 slaps to her bum, and I could see her ass was now quite reddish.

"You like this, don't you, you slut?" Asghar stopped the spanking. Vidya didn't answer, but her body, shaking and quivering, and her nipples, firm and erect, did it for her.

Ashgar let go of her hair, and started to undress, even as Vidya waited in that humiliating position, submissively. Completely naked, he then jumped on our marital bed and pulled my dear wife Vidya closer to him. Just like his supervisor, he hugged VIdya tight and started kissing and licking her. Thankful at not having her bottom whalloped, Vidya eagerly responded by smooching him and opening her mouth for him to suck her tongue.

I watched with increasing jealousy and pain as their lovemaking continued on our bed. My wife was completely giving herself up to this low class labourer who would normally not even get a cursory glance from us, yet one who had the impunity to belt her buttocks, hard.

Asghar was now lying on his back. Vidya started kissing him from head to toe. She was giving in to complete debauchery, and being a perfect rakhel to him, and was kissing his chest, his arms, and then even started licking the hairy groin area. All the time his hands were groping, squeezing and pressing her now very red butt cheeks, causing her to yelp in pain.

I never treat her like this, I thought sadly. I always respect her, and I can never bring myself to treat her in this lowly fashion. And yet, this was why she goes to other men.

Asghar was now rock hard. His fantastic monster dick, fully turgid, was now standing up like a flagpole.

"Suck me." He commanded his willing fucktoy -- my own darling wife.

"Yes, Asgharji." Like the obedient slave that she was, my wife complied.

Asghar angled his member and pushed into my wife's mouth. Vidya was quick to respond, and with her hands she started to massage his thighs and groin, and slowly scratching his balls.

"Stop." Asghar suddenly commanded.

Vidya, busy in her sucking, stopped and raised her lips. She turned to look at her lover in surprise.

"Am I doing something wrong, Asgharji?" She demurely asked.

"No, bitch." Asghar replied curtly. "I want to try something. Come here and straddle me, so we are in a 69 position."

"Yes, Asgharji."

Asghar was now lying down on the bed on his back, his head on a couple of pillows for raised support, and snapped his finger, instructing Vidya to assume the 69 position. My experienced wife quickly placed her knees on both sides of his legs and bent down, leaving her already worked up bottom for further assault. She then bent down and once again took his cock in her mouth, while expecting him to spank her on her behind again.

But this time Asghar was much gentler. As my wife continued to service his member with utmost care, he restricted himself to giving her buttocks the occasional slap. His fingers were much busier, as he probed her rear, scratched her inner thighs and sometimes pinched her clit in between.

Any other lady would have yelped, but my wife was super calm. I was proud of how expertly she continued to lick and suck her lover's dick with utmost care. Her skills at licking, kissing and gently scratching men's groin are impressive enough and it typically doesn't take more than minute or two for a man, Mr Sarun excepted -- and Asghar was no Mr Sarun!

"Bitch." Asghar suddenly tapped her buttocks, signaling to her to stop.

"Yes, Asgharji?"

"Turn around. And sit on my dick."

"Yes, Asgharji."

My wife Vidya got up quickly and turned around with a seductive smile. She adjusted herself by placing her knees on either side of his waist. Her bosom was now easily accessible to her lover. Asghar didn't waste any moment and asked her to start grinding while he assumed control of my wife's breasts.

Vidya expertly adjusted herself and glided his erect member towards her love tunnel. She rubbed the tip around her clit before starting to penetrate gradually. Yet another cock was disappearing inside my wife.

"Come closer, bitch."

"Yes, Asgharji."

The young labourer bent his legs at the knees and brought Vidya closer to him. He squeezed her breasts while hard member was starting pump inside her. Vidya kept riding him at rhythmic speed. Asghar was enjoying this -- as evident from his facial expressions.

It took about 3-4 minutes before he was ready to climax.

"Bitch." He commanded her, his voice now hoarse. "Get up, and kneel down."

"Yes, Asgharji."

"Swallow every drop otherwise I will give you a proper thrashing."

"Yes, Asgharji."

My beautiful wife assumed her new position. She kneeled at the bedside as Asghar raised himself and offered his member to my wife's waiting mouth. Vidya glanced at his completely wet shaft carefully, looked up to him, gave him another seductive smile, licked her own lips to excite him further before taking that shaft down her throat. She started slow and sucked only the tip and scratched his hairy balls gently.

A soothing massage to his balls and lower side of the shaft raised the tempo. Asghar started to grunt as he neared the edge. Vidya sensed and took him deep inside and then started sucking him clean. Her hands got busy into massaging him all over and finally the man ejaculated.

He shot a good enough load that my wife gracefully accepted. In fact she did a very good job of catching his erratic shooting all into her mouth or on her face. She didn't swallow it until he confirmed his thick white juices on her tongue and coupled it with his saliva. My wife acknowledged with a smile and gulped it all down before taking his member again into her mouth. This time she was focused on cleaning his juices and calming his nerves as Asghar shivered in excitement and then sat on the edge of the bed. Vidya stayed on her knees and kept licking his member and his thighs and also pressing his legs to calm him down.

"That was quite a lot of cum, Asgharji." My wife commented.

"I am not done with you, Vidya." Asghar replied. A slow smile lit up Vidya's face.

"I am pleased to hear you say that, Asgharji." Vidya said.

Asghar looked at her with a cruel smile.

"You are such a slut, madam! Do you want a good fucking, Vidya?"

Despite her wanton nature, and the fact that she was kneeling on the floor, fully naked, after having given a labourer a blowjob, I actually saw my wife blush and glance at the floor shyly. She didn't answer the question immediately.

"I asked you a question, slut." Asghar's tone implied he wasn't going to be happy until she played ball, so Vidya looked up at him.

"Yes, Asgharji. I want a good fucking."

"Beg for it, slut."

"Please, Asgharji. I need a good fucking. Please give me a good fucking."

"Great! I love hearing a married woman beg me to fuck her, because I know she doesn't get it at home. Now I am going down to the kitchen. I need some water."

After he left, Vidya waited for a minute and then followed him, walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

"BITCHES DON'T WALK!!!" Asghar yelled out, watching her come in.

"I am sorry, Asgharji."

Immediately my wife went down on all fours at the entrance of the kitchen. She noticed him drinking water and waited for him to turn around and acknowledge her again.

"Do you need some water too, bitch?" He asked her, smiling as he noticed her submissive position.

"Yes, Asgharji."

Instead of a glass, Asghar grabbed a bowl and bottle of water and walked out towards our living room. Vidya, a little surprised, crawled behind him on all fours as he settled on a chair by the dining table.

I didn't know what Asghar was going to do, but I guess I expected him to pour the water in a bowl, and make my wife drink it like a dog -- like a bitch. It would fit in with his theme for today -- "Vidya is a bitch". Mr. Sarun had made Vidya drink water like that before, so she was familiar to it, and I think she expected him to do that as well.

Asghar put the bowl on the floor and then stood up. To my (and Vidya's) surprise, he washed his cum and saliva soaked cock with the water, gathering that water into the bowl.

"Drink." He ordered my wife, giving her the bowl.

I could see Vidya was a bit hesitant. I mean, technically she had already given him a blowjob, so there was no reason for her to feel uncomfortable, but she made a face.

Asghar sighed, and then got up. He moved so quickly that neither of us so him coming.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Drink." He commanded my chastised wife again.

"Yes, Asgharji."

Vidya lapped up the water quickly. She was allowed to drink it properly in a regular way, so she managed to gulp it down fast. Asghar took the bowl again, and placed it just under his cock. Holding his penis with one hand, and the bowl with the other, he began to pee.

Vidya watched, her eyes big, as the bowl filled up with his urine. When he was done, he handed the bowl to her. My licentious wife knew what to do. She had done it for Ramu the milkman and for Mr. Sarun (but never for me). Vidya placed the bowl at her lips and drank the urine.

Even Asghar seemed a bit disgusted.

"You are such a slut." He remarked. Then he slapped her again.

SLAP!

"I am a slut, Asgharji."

"You are an unfaithful woman, Vidya."

SLAP!

"I am unfaithful to my husband, Asgharji."

"You are a disgusting lady who drinks urine."

SLAP!

"Come." He ordered, grabbing her again by the hair.

"Yes, Asgharji."

Asghar proceeded back to the bedroom and took my wife along. I wondered what else he was going to do to my wife. Vidya seemed game! In a perverse fashion, she was actually enjoying being abused in this manner! I watched through the cameras as he led her back, like a dog, to the bedroom and to the bed.

"Lie on the bed, bitch."

"Yes, Asgharji."

Vidya laid down on the bed, on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Asghar climbed on her body and turned around. He squatted so that his bum was directed towards my wife's pretty face. For some reason, he wasn't able to balance properly, and quickly sat down on his knees. His legs were on either side of Vidya's shoulders. I could see that my wife sensed he was going to smother her face and make her lick his rear. Her guess was proved correct when she saw his bum cheeks coming down on her face and soon her nose was fixed into his ass creek.

"Umph!"

"Start licking my asshole, you slut!" Asghar commanded. "And make it wet!"

"Umph! Y-yy-yes Asgharji!"

Vidya struggled for air as he adjusted his height and started wiggling his toned buttocks over my wife's face before quickly trying to force it down on her. Vidya, lying on her back, stretched her arms to grab his thighs for support as he pushed his heavy stinking ass cheeks on her face. While he was forcing himself on her, he lifted her legs up at the waist and spread them wide. Vidya was a bit surprised but by now she was sticking her tongue out and licking this man's anal opening. Her spread-eagle position though left her feminine charms open to her fetish loving lover, and he soon took advantage.

As Asghar adjusted his bum creek over her lips, he gave a sharp slap on her lower lips and cunt.

WHACK!

Vidya shuddered and in the process ended up pushing her nose deeper into his creek.

"You whore!" Asghar murmered at her, as she continued to lick his bum. "Lick my gaand well! You are such a dirty woman, Vidya! What a slut you are!"

He was really smothering his behind on her face, yelling obscenities at her and urging her to lick him well. Vidya's tongue flicked all over his anus, his scrotum, and the rim of his asshole.

"What a skill you have, you whore!" Asghar commented. "Licking dirty things off! Slut! Randi!"

WHACK!

WHACK!

He pinched her lower lips and clit at the same time driving my wife crazy. She moved her hands up his thighs and started parting his bum cheeks to explore deeper into his creek. Her tongue navigated through that hairy ass creek as she tried to kiss his rear hole.

Vidya too was caught into his fetish. The dirtiness of what she was doing, both literally and figuratively, seemed to have spurred her on. She was now completely occupied in planting sloppy kisses on his buttocks and pushing her tongue deep inside his crack. Asghar by this time had pushed three fingers deep inside my wife's tunnel and was trying to open her wide by stretching her lips and tapping her clit. He managed to finger her quite deeply, and started to rub her inner walls, driving her even crazier. She in turn was licking him harder, causing him to get crazier.

By now one of Vidya's hands was near his penis, and her fingers wrapped themselves around his cock and started to give him a hand job. His member was now rigid and hard, and was fully erect. My wife was now pushing her tongue inside his rear hole and rubbing her face inside his dirty, sweaty ass creek while having a semi erect member in her hands and stroking it gently. All at the same time as she was getting fingered.

"Bitch." Asghar suddenly worded. "Get ready."

Wordlessly he got off her, turned around and straddled her again. With a grunt, he mounted my wife, and then in one move, plunged into her.

"Unnnnggghhhh!" Vidya cried out, as she was penetrated once again. "OOOOOH Asgharji!"

Asghar was now plowing in and out of her, bucking his hips wildly, screaming utter obscenities at her and calling her a whore, a slut, and so on.

"UNGGGH! UNGGGH! UNGGGH! UNGGGH! UNGGGH!"

Vidya continued to moan as he pummeled into her.

There was a momentary pause as he looked at her.

"Get ready, bitch." He said.

She nodded.

Asghar raised his hand.

SLAP!

"What would your husband say, if he saw you like this, you slut!"

"He would be ashamed of me, Asgharji."

SLAP!

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

"I am a slut, Asgharji."

SLAP!

"You are a kalank (disgrace) on the name of woman!"

"I am a whore, Asgharji."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

He slapped her a few times, leaving dark red marks on her cheeks. Then, with a grunt, he started to cum in her.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" He yelled, as his hips moved like pistons on a car speeding out of control. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Vidya was gamely hanging on. Her mouth was fully open into an "O", as wild throes of orgasm rippled through her own body. I could see her toes were fully curled and her nipples erect. She was having a superlative orgasm. Finally, after what must have been at least a minute or two, their bodies both stopped moving and laid still.

Asghar's cell phone suddenly rang. It must have been Jawed, wondering where he was. Asghar got up, his penis making a sharp plonking sound as it withdrew from inside my wife. As Asghar walked around the bedroom, talking on his phone, Vidya just lay there, as if in a daze, her legs spread open, and rivers of cum running down her clit onto her thighs.

They both smiled as he finished talking to Jawed. Vidya walked him to our bathroom and helped him clean and put his clothes on. She was allowed to wash her mouth as she actually brushed her teeth and used lot of mouth fresher. Her hairs were still in disarray but she washed her face and wiped using a towel as they walked out of bathroom. Vidya quickly arranged the room as he grabbed some more water before grabbing my wife finally. He hugged her tightly, kissed her cheeks, her lips and thanked her for the special treatment. My naked wife smiled back and walked him to the living room door in full view of all the labourers. As the labourers watched, my wife received a full mouthed kiss on the back of door and was even turned around to receive a couple of tight slaps on the bum from Asghar.

"Next time, slut, it will be even wilder." Asghar exclaimed as he opened the door leading to the backyard. My wife nodded affirmatively as if telling him that she will fulfill them. A last pinch to her nipples and her lower lips and the man left my wife for the time being. Vidya quickly locked the door and rushed to bedroom to adjust her appearance and of the house.

By the time, I returned home from my "work meeting" she was back to being my demure and shy wife.

* * *

The days of these two weeks began to blend as one. Every day, as soon as I would leave, Vidya's role as the "obedient wife" to Jawed and Asghar would start. The two men would take turns throughout the day to be with her. By the time they were done, usually around 3 pm, Vidya would be a quivering mess, having been fucked, slapped, spanked, caned multiple times.

Moreover, it was now an open secret amongst the 8 labourers as to what was happening inside the house. They knew what their supervisors were doing. Most of them have seen Vidya in the nude. Some of them would even try to catch a peek of the action, but since either Asghar or Jawed was always watching over them, they were not that successful.

* * *

This was around a few days before the work was finished -- I don't remember exactly. As I said, the days had begun to blend. Asghar had been watching the men, and Jawed had to go somewhere. Soon he returned, and then rang the front doorbell, as this time he was coming from outside.

Vidya was wearing a sleeveless blouse, with a strap on bra beneath, that left her shoulder completely bare. The sari she was wearing was a thin chiffon sari, which hugged her curves and left little to the imagination.

Jawed look at my wife lustfully as she opened the door.

"You took your time to open the door, slut." He barked. Lately, he had just been addressing my wife as "slut". No 'memsaab', or 'madam', or even 'Vidya', just slut. Or to be precise, in Hindi it was 'randi'.

Vidya had a shy, seductive smile.

"I am sorry, Jawedji." She replied. "My husband was on the phone and I didn't want to alarm him.

"Hmph." Jawed grunted and walked in. "I am a busy man, slut."

Vidya walked with him inside the house towards the sofa in the living room. The same sofa where Jawed had taken her many times. Unlike some other times though, he didn't jump on her right away, even though he said he was "busy".

Instead Jawed sat down and relaxed on the sofa, stretching out his legs on the center table. Then he looked around, and then snapped his fingers.

"Slut." He called out. "Come here."

"Yes, Jawedji." Vidya dutifully leaned in close to him.

Jawed raised a hand and calmly struck my wife on the cheek.

SLAP!

"Ow." Vidya could not help but yelp as Jawed slapped her.

Jawed impatiently snapped his fingers.

"Slut! Show me the other cheek."

"What did I do, Jawedji?" Vidya pouted, rubbing her cheek where she had been hit.

"Slut! Don't waste my time!"

Grimacing, Vidya dutifully leaned in and presented the other cheek to this man.

SLAP!

Jawed was quick. And then he raised his hand again and this time struck my wife with the back of the hand.

SLAP!

And again.

SLAP!

"Don't you at least serve water to the people coming to house, slut?" He suddenly barked again at my wife, who was now rubbing both of her very red cheeks.

"Oh, I am sorry, Jawedji. I will get it at once."

Vidya, startled, rushed to fetch water for him. She took a minute to arrange a jar of water with a glass and also a bottle of soft drinks into a tray and came walking to where he was sitting.

Jawed took a deep breath and picked up the glass of water and gulped it down entirely. He wiped his mouth and also some sweat from his forehead using his hand. He had probably walked some distance to our house and was sweating profusely.

"You are looking good, slut." He told my wife, replacing the glass. "Daily fucking by me seems to suit you."

"Thank you, Jawedji." My wife actually blushed at the praise. She, however, smartly omitted the fact that Asghar had just fucked her two hours ago.

Jawed seemed to have decided that enough time had been spent chit chatting.

"Come here, slut."

Revitalized with the food and drink, Jawed took my wife completely into his lap and positioned her sideways. His hands immediately went to her breasts. Vidya gave a contented sigh as he tweaked her nipples through her blouse. Jawed then kissed her left cheek, where she had just been slapped by him, and then started licking her bare left arm from the wrists and went all the way till her shoulders. His other hand continued playing with her breasts.

It was a sight to see as this labourer was now licking -- licking! -- my wife. A gori chitti memsaab and Vidya didn't seem to mind at all! She actually positioned herself properly in his lap so that after kissing and licking her left side, he was able to switch to the other side and proceeded with licking her right side. All of this was no doubt making Jawed horny. After some more licking kissing and pawing, he gradually placed her palm on his erect shaft on top of his pants. Vidya sensed the hardness and instantly started to massage it.

"Jawedji, aap itne badey ho." My wife said. Translated, it meant, "Jawedji, you are so big!"

"Bigger than your chuttiye husband!" He exclaimed.

"Oh, Jawedji." Vidya laughed, continued to rub him. "Not just my husband! He's small! But you are definitely bigger than MOST men I have taken to bed, actually!"

"Kiss me, slut." Jawed commanded. My wife complied, pressing her lips onto his and throwing her arms around him.

As I had said, of all the wanton actions my unfaithful wife did with other men, it was actually the kissing that most disturbed me, and unnerved me. I have gotten used to the sight of enormous dicks penetrating her, but how she willfully, gleefully, unabashedly kissed another man, on the mouth, with her tongue, always managed to unnerve me. Yes, she said she loved me and this was a physical thing only, but that kiss ... how was it not love? How was it simply just a physical thing?

I continued to watch Jawed and Vidya.

Their bodies were now glued as they both held each other firmly. After a minute of tight hugging and French kissing, he distanced himself a bit and started removing his shirt. Vidya noticed his hairy chest was wet with sweat.

"Slut!" Jawed commanded. "Kiss my chest."

"Yes, Jawedji."

Obediently my wife kissed his bare, hairy, wet chest. She was actually licking his sweat off his chest!

"Oooooh, that's it, slut! Keep doing that."

Jawed loved it and allowed my wife Vidya to explore his chest. Vidya moved her face all over his chest, planting numerous kisses and licking around his nipples too. Jawed relaxed himself against the sofa recliners with his arms stretched backwards. Vidya was now voluntarily licking his torso and kissing his chest. At some point, she even went on to lick and tickle his hairy armpits. This time Jawed shuddered in excitement.

"I don't need a shower it seems, slut." He smiled. "Lick my arm pit, memsaab!"

My wife literally licked cleaned Jawed's armpits, his neck, his entire chest and even his forearms. She was now ready to go down and begin her oral duties but waited for Jawed's confirmation.

"Ready to suck my cock, memsaab?" Jawed asked her, as she waited obediently.

My wife nodded.

"Have you paid homage to my feet yet, slut?" Jawed barked.

Vidya looked at him, surprised and puzzled. Jawed sighed, and raised a hand.

SLAP!

His palm hitting my wife's cheek was like the sound of a pistol firing. Another red mark appeared on my wife's left cheek.

"I told you that you should always ask about my feet when I come from outside." Jawed told her, raising his hand again.

SLAP!

"Yes, Jawedji. I am sorry, Jawedji."

"Good." Jawed nodded. "Now take off my socks, slut, and start licking my feet."

"Yes, Jawedji."

I watched, stunned, as my voluptuous and sexy wife, a lady of upper class and high upbringing, did exactly what this lowly labourer had asked her to do. She was now on the floor, bent over, licking the bottom of this lowly man's feet.

Jawed was by now completely turned on and signaled my wife to proceed to the bedroom -- by spanking her protruding buttocks.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Alright, slut. That's enough! Let's go to your bedroom."

Surprisingly, Vidya had still not lost her clothes as she walked with him into the bedroom. He had his hand on her butt as they walked, and he was pinching her bottom. As they made their way to the bedroom, his hands were roaming all over her big behind. Finally they were in the bedroom.

Vidya wanted to turn on the AC on but he stopped her.

"Don't, slut. I like it a little hot and sweaty." He commanded and my wife instantly backed off.

"Yes, Jawedji."

"Now walk towards the bed."

"Yes, Jawedji."

As soon as they were near the bed, Jawed stood behind my wife and gave her a sudden shove. He pushed her towards the bed and Vidya fell headfirst onto the mattress. As she proceeded to get up, she was on her haunches and her buttocks was slightly raised. Jawed lost no time and slapped her bum loudly.

SPANK!

"Get down and bend over on the edge of the bed, slut." Jawed commanded, and my wife obeyed.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Aaahhh", My wife was moaning softly, bent on the edge of the bed with Jawed positioned behind her, spanking her butt.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

A series of strong slaps landed on her ass. Even though she was fully clothed, they must have stung! Jawed paused for a couple of minutes, allowing her to comfort herself in between before starting the next batch of slaps. This time he alternated between her bum cheeks and ensured they both received equal share.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Stand up and face me, slut." Jawed commanded. Rather groggily, Vidya stood up. She was rubbing her ass.

"Raise your hands, slut." Jawed ordered.

Vidya once again complied silently. I watched as this man first completely stripped my wife fully naked, and then himself.

The sex was wild, furious, passionate and lengthy. He kissed her all over -- concentrating on her boobs, her lips, her carefully trimmed nether regions, her butt and her back. He specially spent a long time on her nipples, sucking one while playing with the other -- kissing, licking, biting, stroking them continuously. Vidya was already into peak of ecstasy and gave him a mouthful when he took a break to kiss her lips. Her hands were shamelessly cuddling him and scratching his back in excitement while her torso was pulsating into extreme excitement.

"Oooooh Jawedji. I am ready. Please fuck me." Vidya was now pleading. "Please fuck me."

SLAP!

Jawed raised a beefy hand and struck her.

"You are such a slut. You are another man's wife and begging me to fuck you."

SLAP!

"Oh yes, Jawedji." My wife cooed. "I am a slut, Jawedji. Please, please fuck me. I am so wet!"

SLAP!

"You are a horny slut. You are a shame on the name of women!"

SLAP!

"You are right, Jawedji. If only my husband was able to satisfy me! Now please, fuck me! Please!"

SLAP!

"Beg it like you need it desperately, slut. Beg!"

"Oh, please, Jawedji, please! I really need your big cock inside me, Jawedji."

SLAP!

"OK I will fuck you. You are a good slut, Vidya."

Jawed adjusted her by placing a large pillow under her head and mounted on top with his legs on either side of her thighs. He was now leaning over her body and kissing her lips while his one hand moved down towards her very wet pussy. Her juices were flowing as Jawed tapped a finger on her clit. There was now enough lubrication as Jawed let go, and his member thrust into her tunnel.

"UNGGHHHH!" Vidya cried out. "OOOOOOH JAWEDji!"

Jawed started with slow strokes. He pushed all the way in, and then withdrew all the way out, and then kept repeating it. Vidya had closed her eyes and was literally thrashing around at each stroke. Her huge tits were bouncing all over. It was indeed an erotic sight.

If you were not her husband, that is.

Soon they changed positions and this time Vidya was on top. Her breasts were swinging openly in the air as she was being penetrated again. Jawed was focused on kneading her big breasts while my wife kept riding his member. She showcased her advanced skills by jumping on it, grinding it and twisting in circular fashion to give him maximum pleasure. He encouraged her further with brutal squeezing of her melons and sometimes slapping her bums hard. They continued for well over 8-10 minutes after which Jawed started jerking his body to indicate he was nearing a climax.

"Bitch." He murmured. "I want to cum in your mouth."

"Yes, Jawedji."

Vidya instantly jumped beside and went down on her knees at the edge of the bed as indicated by Jawed. She sucked him for another few seconds before he exploded in her.

"OH YAAAA! OH FUCK!!!" Jawed couldn't help but swear as he continued to empty his ejaculate into my wife's mouth. Vidya literally had to form a bowl shape using her palms to avoid her lover's cum flowing down onto the bedsheet and the carpet as she tried her best directing it inside her mouth. Jawed's legs were trembling as he kept discharging and discharging and discharging. Vidya kept looking up to him as she gulped the fluid down her throat. They were sweating profusely due to the high voltage drama and Jawed hadn't allowed her to switch on AC or fan. Finally, he seemed to have finished his ejaculation.

"Oooh, Jawedji." My wife cooed. "That was a lot of cum."

Jawed reached out and nonchalantly hit my wife on her cheek again.

SLAP!

Once again the mark of five fingers appeared on my wife's rosy cheek.

"You have the skills of a high class whore, slut." Jawed told her.

SLAP!

"You are a total slut! Your husband should throw you out if he finds out!"

SLAP!

"Now come to bed, slut!"

"Yes, Jawedji."

He hugged her in that situation when they both moved on the bed. Vidya showed no reservations and was willingly cuddling his sweaty naked body. She didn't mind kissing and licking the sweat on his forehead and his chest while he kept pressing her tits. They both kept lying there kissing and fondling each other's body parts for some time. I noticed that his cock, totally spent a few minutes ago, was showing signs of life again. Jawed then patted my wife on her buttocks.

"Slut! Go get me two glasses of water." Jawed instructed Vidya.

"Yes, Jawedji."

Vidya got up, naked, and went downstairs. Around five minutes later, Jawed was sitting by the edge of the bed when she returned with a tray, a jug of water and two glasses. She placed the tray on the small table and poured water for her man and handed him the glass.

Jawed quickly gulped the water in the glass down and proceeded to stop Vidya when she poured water in the 2nd glass. She had half the glass filled but she stopped immediately and looked at him with a questioning look.

"I was just going to get a glass of water for myself, Jawedji." She explained.

Jawed smiled cunningly and picked up that partially filled glass and brought down between his legs and pushed his dick into it. I watched on the screen as he stirred the water with his manhood. Some of his cum, still sticking to his dick, was now floating in the water.

"Drink this, slut." He ordered, handing the glass to her.

For a moment I wondered how men get such nasty ideas with my wife and how she agrees to them thus encouraging for more. I saw Vidya shudder for a second thinking what else Jawed might push her into. But she resumed her composure quickly and nodded affirmatively to Jawed. He was overjoyed to see my wife taking sips from the glass he used to wash his cock.

"Drink it fully, slut." He ordered.

"Yes, Jawedji."

My wife gulped down the dick water.

"Ok, time to take a shower, slut." Jawed told her. "Join me."

I was hoping they would leave the bathroom door open. The camera was at such an angle that I could see most of the washroom insides ... but ONLY if the door was open. There was no camera inside the bathroom, of course. Jawed was already inside, and Vidya soon joined him inside the bathroom. Thankfully, they left the door open!

"Clean me." Jawed ordered.

He preferred standing under shower as my wife pulled the jet spree off and started pouring water over his body. She picked some liquid soap and started applying on his face and torso and put some shampoo on his hairs too. Jawed remained passive but his member was erect as Vidya moved down and started soaping his legs, thighs and groin.

"Oooh, that feels nice, slut." Jawed commented, as Vidya started to soap his penis.

I watched him as he got harder and harder. Vidya then turned to go behind him and soap his butt cheeks. Jawed couldn't hold himself back any longer. He lifted her and placed on the toilet seat.

"Spread your legs, slut." He ordered.

Jawed penetrated my wife without any further talk. He was extremely turned on and gave her some strong strokes before withdrawing, placing her on the floor and starting to hump her again.

Our tiled bathroom is usually very clean so Vidya had no issues lying on it. She grunted as Jawed got on top of her and continued to bang her hard. His soaped member meant there wasn't much friction and he could penetrate her smoothly. He kept giving her deep strokes and she reciprocated by her exaggerated pelvic movements.

"Give me your hands, slut." Jawed ordered.

He grabbed her wrists and kept her pinned down and grinded her with animalistic passion this time. It didn't last as long as first one but in those 5 minutes of endeavor, he was fucking the hell out of my wife. Vidya's eyes were shut and I was thinking she had passed out in the frenzy, only to see her open her eyes slightly and moan.

"Unnnnghggh! Unnnnghggh! Unnnnghggh! OOOOOH Jawedji! Jawedji! Jawedji!"

She kept moaning and taking his name.

And, then, they both started to cum with their orgasm. With a deep grunt, Jawed tightened his ass cheeks and curled his toes as he shot his cum into my wife's cunt.

It wasn't a slow or a gentle ejaculation.

Even through the speakers of my laptop, it was an explosion! I was watching it, and I could almost feel Jawed's butts clench as he started to cum in my wife. He was cumming inside a married woman's unprotected womb. My wife's womb. Jawed groaned loudly as he thrust his member deep into Vidya, depositing gallons of his love juice between her legs and into her baby canal. Vidya gave a muffled cry as she too climaxed with him. She then erupted with a scream followed by moans and gasps. Again and again, she clenched her arms and legs around Jawed.

The man kept pumping his semen into my wife for what seemed like ages. He took his time before he and Vidya lay on the floor in a heap, his dick still buried into her. My wife was still panting, sweating, her eyes still shut. They laid together a few moments, catching their breath. Jawed then removed his dick and Vidya's cunt lips slowly closed. I watched a huge wad of his slimy cum flow out of her pussy and run down between her ass cheeks to the marbled tiled floor below her.

They once again stepped into the shower and this time completed their bath. Jawed used some of my deodorant and creams as he put on clothes. He ordered Vidya to stay naked and she agreed standing closer to him and offering him the comb, perfume etc. He kept kissing her in between, touching her breasts and hugging her. Finally he was ready to leave and my wife walked him all the way to the door. He kissed her one big time, sucked both her nipples, and squeezed them hard before opening the door and stepping out. Vidya quickly closed the door and rushed to the bedroom to clean up stuff and put on clothes. Within twenty minutes, she was once again the picture of a sati savitri proper faithful Indian housewife.

Her quota of adultery was done for the day. Or at least, I hoped so.

* * *

The pool construction was nearly over. Maybe tomorrow or day after it would be finished. I was very happy with the project, and had already tipped some of the guys a little cash this morning. In India, it's hard to find honest help. Even if they were bonking your wife.

* * *

The next morning I reached office earlier than usual. With no meetings or work, I switched on the laptop and the camera app, and waited in my office, alone.

Jawed entered the house at the usual time. He knew I was going to work early today, much earlier than he usually reported. So this time, he just went to the backyard directly and ordered his men to start work, before proceeding to the kitchen.

Vidya was already in the kitchen, awaiting him. She knew he liked to start with a quickie in the kitchen, so she was ready for him, in her underwear and robe. As soon as Jawed entered, Vidya greeted him with a kiss on his cheeks and then threw her arms around him for a French kiss. Jawed's hands continued to grope my wife's buttocks as they exchanged saliva.

"Jawedji." My wife asked, when they finally stopped kissing. "Shall I kiss your feet now?"

"Yes, my slut."

I watched as my wife bent down, kneeling, and then prostrated to this man, touching her lips to his feet. She kissed each foot in turn, before standing up. Vidya then walked over to the kitchen table, lifted her robe, and bent over the table, ready to be taken.

Instead of going up to her and sticking his dick in her, Jawed walked over to the kitchen window. Vidya, surprised that she wasn't being fucked immediately, looked up. Jawed was watching his men in the yard.

I switched on the camera that looked out to the yard. The labourers were there, cleaning the paving on the side of the pool. The project was nearly done, and likely today would be their last day. I saw some of the men glance towards the house occasionally, hoping to catch a glimpse of my buxom wife being banged by their boss. I wondered what they thought of Vidya -- the lady who happily fucked two labourer supervisors as soon as her husband left for work. Jawed continued to watch them for some time.

"Vidya. Come here. Stand next to me." He suddenly ordered my wife.

"Yes, Jawedji."

He made my wife stand in front of the window and bend over. He flipped up Vidya's robe and pushed down her panties. His hand went inside the front of the robe and squeezed my wife's boobs.

Soon the fucking started in earnest. I looked at the labourers. Some of them were stared at the house. Could they see Vidya by the kitchen window? If they did, they would know, from my wife's motions, that she was being fucked hard by their boss.

"These men are very hardworking guys, Vidya." Jawed said, in between grunts as he pummeled my wife's ass.

"Ungh! Ungh!" Vidya was moaning as Jawed pushed his cock in and out of her rear hole.

"Yesterday your husband tipped us all well." Jawed said. "It was nice of him."

"Ungh! Ungh!"

"We will be finishing your pool today, Vidya. Tomorrow some of these guys will go to Mumbai for another project."

Suddenly he stopped fucking Vidya. Vidya turned back to look at him inquisitively.

"Did I do something wrong, Jawedji?" She asked respectfully. "That you stopped ... fucking ... my ass."

"No, slut."

Jawed started to fuck her again. Soon I could tell he was nearing his climax. He suddenly started thrusting into my wife harder and harder.

"Oh slut!" He cried out. "What a slut you are!"

I could see him starting to move fast. He was now depositing his cum inside Vidya. I was watching. Some of the men were also watching. They knew exactly what was happening.

It was after the quickie that Jawed sprung the question that had been on his mind.

"I think, memsaab, you should also reward these men for their hard work. Give them a bonus." He said, as he began to put on his clothes back.

"Er ..." Vidya was a little hesitant. "How much cash are you talking about?"

"Cash?" Suddenly Jawed started to laugh. He laughed for a minute before quieting down.

"Vidya. That's not the reward I am talking about. YOU are going to be the reward."

* * *

It was the last day of the work. It was around 5 pm, and I was busy at work.

Busy watching my camera, that is. This one faced out towards the lawn.

My wife stood there on the lawn, uncomfortable. She was wearing her high heels, as instructed by Jawed, and just a big, oversized, T-shirt, with no panties underneath. Her full, long legs were now on display. Jawed was speaking, mostly in Hindi, but sometimes another language, to these men.

The men were also uncomfortable. Nervous. I could imagine what they were thinking. They had already seen this high class memsaab being shamelessly taken daily by their boss and her nudity exposed in the house through the windows and doors. That could still be dismissed as their leader's doing. But here she was, dressed scantily, voluntarily, in front of them.

"This is your Vidya memsaab." Jawed said. "You know that you have all worked hard on the pool here. Vidya memsaab's husband is very happy with the work and has already tipped us with bakshish (reward)."

"Thank you, memsaab." One of the men replied softly. I saw Vidya look at him and give him a nervous smile.

"Memsaab here is also very happy with your work." Jawed continued. "And she wants to tip you in her own way on your last day here."

The eight men all opened their mouths in surprise. They had seen enough of Vidya's antics over the past three weeks to understand what that meant. While they had been hard at work on the pool outside, their supervisors had been harder at work on my wife inside the house. Vidya's moans, her screams, and the few flashes they got of her nude figure against a window or a door -- they knew what exactly was meant when Jawed said my wife wanted to "tip" them.

They looked like they were in shock. I saw the Vidya's cheeks were also red with embarrassment. She had agreed with full consent to what Jawed had wanted, and yet, right there, being offered that way as a 'reward' and 'booty' to these lower class men was a different sort of humiliation for Vidya. A kind that my wife seemed to relish, sadly.

"I have to leave now, and go to the office." Jawed told them. "Tomorrow I will get sahib's sign on the project papers, but you lads are free now. I am giving you one hour with memsaab here. Memsaab will be happy to do whatever you want for that hour. Isn't that right, memsaab?"

I noticed that Vidya had her eyes fixed on the ground. She was still staring at her feet, her cheeks red, but she nodded.

A slow smile was spreading across the eight men's faces.

"You guys are dirty and sweaty." Jawed scoffed at his men. "So you can't take memsaab inside the house. Whatever you do, do it in the outhouse. There's an old bed there, that we placed -- use that. OK?"

The men, mostly still too shocked to speak, nodded eagerly.

Jawed left, leaving my wife alone with the eight men.

For a moment, no one knew what to do. They men were obviously still in a daze. Then I saw my bold wife Vidya take the initiative. She walked to the outhouse, opened the door and got in, leaving the door slightly ajar.

All the men stood next to the outhouse. From the camera, I could see only the door of the outhouse beyond the pool. Behind the door was my wife. Wearing nothing but a T-shirt, waiting.

One of the men stepped forward. I would learn later that this man was Mirza. Mirza gave a thumbs up to his fellow labourers, and then entered the outhouse. The door was then partially shut.

The remaining men put their ears to the door and tried to hear what they could hear. I boosted the volume on my laptop, but there was only so much the camera could pick up at that distance, even if sounds carried over water. Damn! I should have put a camera inside the outhouse last night when I had the chance! Since the door was partially open, I could only hear, very dimly, whatever noise was carried out over the waters of the pool to the backyard door, where my camera was. As well as the noises from the camera on the door, facing out.

I strained my ears.

I heard a harsh barking order.

I heard a sound of what seemed to me was a muffled protest by my wife. Maybe Mirza was asking her to do something she didn't want to do?

Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a slap.

SLAP!

Mirza was slapping my wife. Everyone of the men knew that Jawed and Asghar used to slap my wife mercilessly, so they were now doing it as well.

After that there was silence for some time. At least I couldn't hear, but the men outside seemed to be enjoying. They high fived each other. What was happening?

Then I heard my wife give a soft scream.

There was no doubt -- she was now being penetrated by this labourer. The men outside continued to laugh and smile and enjoy the muffled sounds of my wife's body being ravished by their compatriot. The sound of the squeaking of the bed was now clearly audible.

One of the men wanted to open the door further but was dissuaded by the others. There were more muffled cries, and I could hear (or was it my imagination) the faint moans of my wife. She was being fucked -- and fucked roughly -- by Mirza.

Then there was the sound of another slap.

SLAP!

And then I heard a loud groan, followed by a slew of expletives. Mirza was done, and he was cumming inside my wife. From the screeching sounds, the bed now shook violently as he unloaded inside her.

After a few minutes of calm, Mirza came out. He was just tying the knot of his lungi (loincloth), and his hair was in a disarray. He grinned and then exchanged high fives with his friends. Another man -- this was Sohail -- then walked in and took his place inside the room with my wife.

There was a rustling sound -- this must have been him taking off his clothes. Vidya must already be naked.

Soon the sounds of the creaking of the bed was clearly audible as the second of the labourers got it on with my wife. Damn, I had some good cameras with great sound pick up, but I wish I had one inside, recording!

Sohail fucked her for a good ten minutes before I heard Vidya scream.

SLAP!

SLAP!

I heard Vidya scream and then moan again. I realized Sohail was now taking her from behind. Vidya's muffled moans, followed by the guttural grunt of a man indicated Sohail was now cumming inside her.

The third man now went inside as Sohail exited.

One by one, this was repeated, until all eight men had enjoyed the woman of the house. From their conversation and their high fives, it seemed each man had fucked her like a prized hussy -- slapping her, taming her, pinching her, groping and fondling her all over, before cumming deep inside her pussy.

I wondered what the condition of Vidya inside the outhouse was. Was she ok? She had just been roughly fucked by eight horny, rowdy, semi drunk, lower class men. She must be lying on the bed, her hair a mess, her make up a mess, her lipstick smudged, and cum running down from her snatch along her thighs. Her cheeks must bear the marks of those rough slaps.

It had been more than an hour. All eight men were now done, yet I realized they weren't leaving. What was going on?

The labourers were talking with each other. With a dread, I realized that Jawed and Asghar were gone for the day, and the men knew I wasn't retuning until late at night. Even though Jawed had told them to just have a quickie with Vidya and be done, who was going to monitor them? For these low class day labourers, they were never going to get a chance with a gori chitti lady like Vidya ever again, and they were not going to miss this opportunity. They weren't done yet. This seemingly frightening thought hadn't occurred to Vidya.

I was right.

All eight of them re-entered the outhouse. Together.

I was wondering what to do. Should I call the police? That would risk complete social humiliation. The police would discover the eight men, raping and gang banging my wife. Then they would arrest the men. Then the men would spill the beans about Asghar and Jawed. It would all come tumbling out that I was a cuckold and my wife was a slut wife.

I was agitated. I couldn't even see what was going on inside the outhouse. I needn't have worried about the last part, however. I saw all the men come out.

They were carrying Vidya with them.

Vidya was wearing a T-shirt. The same T-shirt she had been wearing an hour ago. She wore nothing else, and as the men literally carried her across the yard, towards the house, I could see cum flowing down her pussy and on her legs. She had been fucked thoroughly, but the men weren't finished yet. I saw that Vidya had realized this. Her face had a shocked, and yet resigned, look to it.

As they carried her into the house, and upstairs towards the bedroom, I switched to the bedroom camera. It took some time to come up -- it had to be booted! I gnashed my teeth in angst as I waited for the camera to turn on. Finally, after four minutes, it switched on, and then took the time to focus. I could now see what was going on in my bedroom. My jaw dropped.

Vidya was on the bed. She was completely naked, and on her back. Her hands were tied together above her head with a strong rope (one of the men must have grabbed it from the construction materials). The rope was then tied to the metal bed frame above her head. Her legs were spread apart and tied to the two bed posts of the other end of the bed with the same type of rope. She wasn't gagged or anything. My wife just appeared to be shocked. I am sure in the morning, when Jawed had told her she would be servicing these men, she hadn't counted on things progressing this far.

There were four men there. Where were the other four? I check another camera. These men were waiting outside the bedroom. So they were going to take turns. Four at a time.

One of the men in the room, Mirza again, took charge.

He walked towards the headboard of the bed and placed his palm on the bed near Vidya's face. Another man, who I found out was named Tarun, took position near her waist. The third guy, Sohail, went to the other side of the bed, along with the guy waiting there, who was called Arjun.

"How are you, memsaab?" Mirza asked, his hands on her cheek.

Vidya just looked up at him, no doubt confused. He gently stroked her left cheek with his palm. She looked at him as if expecting some mercy from him. He kept on caressing her face.

SLAP!

The sound of the slap was sharp.

"It is polite to answer when asked a question, memsaab." Mirza told her, laughing in a cruel fashion.

SLAP!

He slapped her again.

"You like that, don't you?" He taunted her, before slapping her again.

SLAP!

Probably he was amazed that he was getting to slap this high class memsaab after fucking her without any repercussions.

"I am tired, Mirza." Vidya replied. "I thought you guys were going to have sex with me once, and that was it. That was what Jawedji had told you."

Mirza turned towards the others and said something in a language I didn't know. All the men laughed.

"Who is there to stop us now, memsaab?" Mirza taunted her. He slapped her again.

SLAP!

Meanwhile the other guys were starting to get into the action as well. Tarun was starting to play with her boobs. Sohail was massaging her thighs, and Arjun was rubbing his own cock through his lungi.

"Please be gentle with me, Mirza." Vidya begged. "I am doing what you are asking. No need to tie me up, Mirza, please."

Mirza laughed.

SLAP!

He slapped her again.

"Call me Mirzaji." He ordered. "You will respect all of us."

SLAP!

"Yes, Mirzaji. I will ... ow!"

Whatever she was going to say was muffled by her soft scream and Sohail inserted three fingers into her cunt.

"She's wet." He announced. "And we had all cleaned her after the fucking. So this is her own juice."

"She's such a slut." Mirza remarked in disgust. He slapped her again.

SLAP!

"You are a shameless woman!"

SLAP!

Vidya's body was now being mauled by these men to the fullest. Sohail had a finger or two into her cunt, while Tarun was pawing her breasts. Arjun was eyeing her hungrily as he rubbed her legs and thighs. Mirza was alternatively patting her cheeks and slapping her.

"Damn. She really has nice boobs." Tarun remarked. "I wasn't paying much attention when I was fucking her before ... but damn! No sag! So nice, perky, bouncy."

SLAP!

"Your husband doesn't fuck you enough?" Mirza taunted her. "Is this why you are such a slut?"

SLAP!

"Every day we could hear you and Jawed, or you with Asghar. You are a shameless woman!"

SLAP!

"These slaps are on behalf of your husband. You are worse than a bazaari aurat, memsaab. Even those woman have some izzat, some self respect. They do it for money. What do you do it for?"

SLAP!

These men were slapping her on my behalf, punishing her for being an adulterous woman, even as they themselves were taking advantage of her! Vidya had no chance to say anything in reply. Even as she would open her mouth, another slap would come down on her cheeks. All the time as her pussy was being fingered and her boobs molested.

"Alright boys," Mirza announced, "Time to enjoy some memsaab pussy."

Mirza stood up, and untied his lungi. With a rustle, his loincloth fell to the floor.

Was it my imagination, or did every lower class man who fucked my wife had a dick that was huge? Mirza's glistening penis stood sharp at attention. Others left the bed and what they were doing to my wife to give their leader some room to enjoy her.

"Boys, take some pictures!" He sneered. One of the guys -- Tarun -- took out a cell phone from his shirt pocket.

Geez! More pictures and videos!

Mirza climbed the bed, and straddled my wife. He brought his face to hers and started to kiss her. I watched, amazed, as he kissed my wife for a full five minutes. I'm sure he explored every corner of her mouth with his lips. I could see Vidya's resistance slowly melt away.

"I am going to fuck her." Mirza announced. "Anyone wants the mouth?"

"I will." Arjun spoke up.

"Then get rid of your lungi and get into position." Mirza barked.

Arjun took off his loincloth. His own penis sprung into view. Big, but not as big as Mirza, it was already hard. He walked to the head of the bed and stood near Vidya's face.

SLAP!

Mirza slapped my wife again.

"Let's get on with this, memsaab." Mirza announced.

Arjun grabbed her by the hair, and turned her face. Before she knew what was happening, he had forced his dick into her mouth. At the same time, Mirza climbed on her and squatted down. In a single motion, his penis was now sliding into my wife's pussy.

"Ummph!" My wife could only mumble, as both her orifices were now under attack. It was an incredible sight for me (as well as the other two guys). My beautiful high class wife was being fucked in both ends by these low class daily wage labourers while being tied to our marital bed. She was moaning but her sounds were muffled by Arjun's dick in her mouth.

After an initial period of lull, the speed of fucking picked up gradually at both ends. Now Mirza was fucking her in fast thrusts and Arjun was moving her head rapidly. He held her head by hair roughly by his right hand and would occasionally slap her or pinch her boobs with the other. Mirza's hands explored her body freely while he was fucking her, and he wasn't loathe to slap her either.

My own dick was now fully erect. I glanced at my office door. It was locked and shut, so no one could disturb me. I took my cock out of my pants and underwear, and started stroking it. I also saw that both Tarun and Sohail, in addition to rubbing themselves, were filming the whole damn thing.

This continued for ten minutes or so. Finally, Mirza seemed to reach climax. He began to grunt. I could see his butt beginning to clench. At the same time, Vidya seemed close to having an orgasm. Her moans became stronger. On hearing her sounds, Arjun also seemed to get excited.

"Oh ... I can't hold on!" Arjun grunted. "What a slut this bitch is! She is actually having an orgasm!"

I could see that he was now cumming in her mouth. Vidya was close to gagging with the amount of cum he was depositing in her.

"OH saali behnchood motherchood ... saali raandi ... YA!" Mirza kept insulting my wife as he too started to climax. He pushed in and out of her and I could see that he was now discharging his load inside her cunt. Soon Vidya's both cunt and mouth were oozing hot, white cum.

Mirza took his dick out and slapped it lightly on Vidya's thighs. Her cunt was filled with his man juice and now there was some semen running down her thighs. Arjun did the same on her cheeks, spraying some baby batter there in the process. They high fived each other. Vidya's cheeks, red with all the slaps, made a good contrast with the white cum.

The two exchanged places with Sohail and Tarun. They used a small towel to roughly clean her, before climbing on her. This time Tarun had his cock in her mouth, while Sohail had his penis inside her cunt.

I couldn't bear to watch any more.

I still had a hard on, but I looked away from the screen. I was deeply conflicted. If I didn't know that Vidya was going to be fine, and that she had been in these types of situations before, I would have been alarmed.

I just suddenly didn't want to see this anymore.

What was the point? WHAT WAS THE BLOODY POINT!

Almost immediately Vidya began to moan so I knew that fucking has begun in earnest. I even heard a slap. May be Tarun had slapped her because she was not sucking to his liking. I stood up and walked to the window of my office.

Vidya was still moaning. I started to observe the street scene below. So many people walked the streets down. So many couples. Husbands and wives. Partners who were loyal to each other. Who only had sex with each other. Not like my wife whose legs seemed to be as open to men as a mall door was open to shoppers.

Vidya kept moaning. Then she stopped moaning. Then I heard some screaming from her, and another slap. Rather reluctantly, I went back to my seat and watched what was happening on the laptop.

Tarun was cumming into her mouth. Sohail was just unloading in her cunt. Both men finished roughly at the same time. Arjun was busy taking pictures with his phone.

Mirza then opened the door. The other four men walked in.

These men were much rougher with Vidya. Having waited patiently and hearing the commotion in the bedroom, they were now in no mood to take it easy and slow. Having seen how eager Vidya had been in the outhouse, the men were relatively more assertive in the second round of fucking. My wife's hair got pulled, her ass got spanked, and her cheeks got pinched and slapped a lot more. The bedroom was filled with sounds of skin slapping. Tarun and Arjun got in on the action again. By the time the last guy was cumming on her, Vidya was almost passing out.

"Alright boys, we have to go." Mirza said. "Her man will be home soon, and we don't want him to suspect his batchalan wife, do we?"

There was laughter, as the men hurriedly put on their clothes. My wife, still naked and tied to the bed, groggily watched.

"I am untying you now, memsaab." Mirza told her.

She nodded. My wife was in no condition to move or offer any resistance.

Mirza untied her legs, and then walked up to the head of the bed and untied her hands. My wife immediately rubbed her wrists and arms. Mirza then raised his hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"We are leaving, memsaab." Mirza announced. "Enjoy your new pool."

* * *

I reached home around an hour and half later. By that time, all traces of the debauchery had been wiped clear. My wife had taken a shower, and was dressed in a highly presentable and desirable manner. All the bedsheets, whether they were from the bedroom or the outhouse were now in the washing machine, and new sheets were where they had been. Everything was tidied up, and not a trace remained of what had happened. The only clue that something had happened was the ginger way Vidya walked, with a slight limp. She was sore after being gangbanged for close to three hours. I chose not to pay attention to her walk.

"These men really did a good job with the pool and the outhouse." Vidya gushed, as she showed me the finished work. "I think you should give them some tip, Rajesh."

Yes, dear, I silently mouthed.

"I can't wait until Sarunji is here next week, Rajesh."

"Yes, dear."

This is my life now. I tried to tell myself that I had actually wanted this. This is what I want. So I should be happy. At least I have the recordings.

Yes, I should be happy.

Yes, dear.