My Indian Slut Wife Vidya - Part 09

My cell phone rang loudly from its holder in the car.

It was my big boss, and my wife's master, Mr. Sarun. As I was driving, I tapped the Bluetooth receive call button on the steering wheel.

"Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun's loud voice boomed through my car's audio system.

"Sir!" I immediately replied. It was 5.51 pm here in India, and I was heading home, so it must have been 8.15 am for Mr. Sarun in New York.

"Where are you Rajesh?" He asked. "I hear lots of noise in the background."

"I am on the road, Sir." I answered. "I am driving home from the office, Sir."

"And I am on the speakerphone?" Mr. Sarun asked.

"Yes, Sir." I replied, and then quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, Sir. I am here in the car by myself."

"Good! And how is my favourite cuckold?" Mr. Sarun asked, taunting me.

"I am good, Sir." I responded. "Thanks to you, Sir. The new pool has been great for us."

"You know, Rajesh, you are different type of cuckold than the ones I usually deal with." My boss told me.

I knew my wife was not the only wife Mr. Sarun kept as a mistress.

"Er ... how, Sir?"

"Usually when I am banging a married woman, her husband doesn't know." He said. "I like fucking a married woman if her husband has no idea. It's great knowing I can convince her to cheat on her marital vows."

"I see, Sir."

"I like the first time a married woman sees my cock and tells me that I'm bigger than her husband." My boss was boasting. "Shagging a married woman is great. I don't have to deal with her baggage, her nagging, her kids or her mother. No family problems. Married women are horny when they come to you. The sex is always a sure thing and usually great. After I fuck them they always leave."

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

"But with you, and your slut wife Vidya, it's a little different."

My slut wife ...

"Er ... how so, Sir?"

"First, I love fucking a wife in their marriage bed. I can do that with Vidya. I don't have to take her to a hotel. But it's even better having you there as our servant."

I knew what answer I had to give then. I was by now a well-trained cuckold.

"Sir, it is an honour for me to serve you while you make love to my wife, Sir. You can keep her happy; something I cannot do in bed, Sir. Whatever I can do to help, I do, Sir. I love my wife, Sir."

"You are a good trained servant, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun gave me that rare praise. Usually for the last few weeks all I had from him was scolding and taunts, as we were on a very stressful project.

"I like it when the husband thanks me for fucking his wife." Mr. Sarun continued. "And I like that I can send you to get me a beer or something while your sexy slutty wife sucks on my cock."

"Er ... thank you, Sir."

Boy, I was really glad I was alone in the car! I was being humiliated like anything!

"Do you know why I sometimes cum on your wife Vidya's face, Rajesh?"

Because you are a fucking pervert and so is my wife, Sir.

"Er ... no, Sir."

"I always like cumming on a married woman's face knowing she has to clean up before she can return to her husband, and I like cumming in her mouth knowing her husband will kiss her later. You, Rajesh, have to kiss Vidya knowing I had used her mouth as a cum dump. And sometimes -- as a place to pee."

I knew once more what answer I had to give then. Vidya had really trained me well as a cuckold.

"Sir," I replied, "It is an honour for me to kiss that same mouth, Sir. The same mouth that had taken your cum, or your urine. I know my place, Sir."

"You know what else I like doing with your wife Vidya, Rajesh?"

I know exactly what you do to my wife, Sir. I have it all recorded.

"Er ... you tell me, Sir."

"I like to treat her like my property. She is my slave. And I like giving her to a friend to use and treat her like a cum dump. Your wife Vidya loves that kinky shit."

So Mr. Sarun had shared Vidya with a friend or two! I always suspected that, but Vidya never admitted that to me. It must have been when he had taken her on one of his business trips. Vidya usually avoided gang-bangs, but the scene of her taking on those pool workers was still fresh in my mind.

"It's a privilege for my wife and I to be of service to a real man like you, Sir." I abjectly continued my humiliation. "We are both looking forward to you joining us next week here in India at our home, Sir. Vidya is really awaiting your arrival, Sir. She has even got a new swim suit for you, Sir. And I am ready to serve you and my wife while you are here, Sir."

"That will have to wait, cuckold. I will not be fucking your wife next week."

"Um ... Sir?"

Mr. Sarun then dropped the bombshell.

"That's why I called you, Rajesh." He said. "I won't be coming to India this month."

"Oh? Vidya ... will be so disappointed, Sir."

"Yes ... well ... one of my dear friend's daughter is getting married here in the USA. I have to go to LA for the ceremony. I cannot make time to fly to India this month, and overall there's not much in terms of business that I need to take care of."

"I see, Sir."

Inside, I was extremely elated and happy. No Mr. Sarun this month! I know Vidya would be disappointed, but I would not have to share her with another man for those seven to ten days! Moreover, our anniversary was coming up, so I could actually have my dear wife to myself on our anniversary!

My joy and relief, however, would quickly come crashing down.

"Cucky! Do you know the sale we made to Nathaliya Mall Group last week?" Mr. Sarun suddenly asked.

I know when Mr. Sarun was just talking to me, he would often address me as 'cuckold' or 'cucky' or 'cuck'. There's no real Hindi translation for that word, so often he would just use the English term. I just hoped he wasn't going to call me a 'cuckold' in front of others.

Nathaliya Mall Group was a large consortium that owned several mid-sized shopping malls in India, Malaysia and UAE. Our company had managed to sell a large range of products and services to them recently, concluding the sale last month. Monitoring devices such as sensors, security devices such as cameras, software and support, and so on. It was worth crores of rupees over several years, and ensured we would be heading into the next quarter on a solid financial footing.

"Ashish worked really hard to get us that deal." Mr. Sarun said.

"Yes, Sir. He was Sir. I didn't think he would do it, but he pulled it off, Sir."

Ashish was an influential member on the board of our company. His main strength was contacts. He knew people everywhere. It was through one such connection that our company secured that mega deal. I had severe misgivings about the deal, thinking it wouldn't go through. I had even mentioned it at a meeting once -- but Ashish had argued with me at that meeting. By his position as member of the board, the company went for the deal. And Ashish ensured it happened and went through without any last minute hitch.

Ashish was also a member of the 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 these men knew that I was a cuckold, and Mr. Sarun was banging my wife, as Mr. Sarun would share some raunchy snaps of Vidya in this group.

Some of those videos were in fact recorded by me, as ordered by him, while he was screwing my wife in my presence. 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. I knew I was put in that group to be ridiculed, and I would play that part to keep Mr. Sarun happy.

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

I would reply, "It would be an honour, Sir, if Mr. Sarun gives us permission."

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

I would then have to answer, "Thank you for the comment, Sir. I will tell my wife. She is very proud of her breasts, Sir."

And so on. Even though these men would pass the most vulgar comments on my wife, I had to remain respectful and address each of them as 'Sir'.

Ashish would always comment on how sexy my wife was, or how good she must be in bed.

"I am thinking of rewarding Ashish." Mr. Sarun continued. "He deserves that -- just for getting us in the loop with that company. And then on to working to make sure the deal happened."

"Yes, Sir." I replied. "But, Sir, are we allowed to give monetary compensation to a Board member who is not on the staff?"

Mr. Sarun guffawed.

"Moron! I am not talking of a monetary reward, you idiot!" He pronounced. "I am talking about Vidya. Since I won't be coming next week, I told Ashish he could take my place."

Oh! My wife was to be the reward!

"And it worked out very well." Mr. Sarun continued. "Ashish's wife Rehana will be visiting her parents with the kids, so he will be all alone for a few days from next week. I told him he can say he has to go to Pune to work on a special project. He will be staying at your place, Rajesh, so make sure you welcome him just as you would welcome me."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"I don't want any complaints from Ashish, do you understand, cuckold?" Mr. Sarun sternly reminded me. "Neither about you, nor about Vidya. I know Vidya will show him a good time, but you must treat him absolutely like a revered guest, just like you would respect me, do you get it? Be a very good servant when he is there."

"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir."

"Ashish is very important to me, and to our company. He has been going on about Vidya for a long time, and now he deserves this reward."

He was talking as if he was discussing a bonus, and not letting another man fuck my wife!

"Yes, Sir."

"And let Vidya know. I don't have the time right now, but I will also call and speak to her later."

"Yes, Sir."

As Mr. Sarun hung up, I glanced at the date.

Four more months, Mr. Sarun, four more months. Then the year is up, and my wife returns to me.

* * *

It was very late at night; almost 11.30 pm. Vidya already in bed, in just a bra and a panty. I approached her slowly. I knew she was feeling quite horny; thinking about the fun she would have with Mr. Sarun always made Vidya horny. I haven't told her yet of my boss's call.

"Strip, cuckold." My wife ordered.

"Yes, my love."

Even my wife would now regularly address me as "cuckold" or "cuck".

Once fully naked, I jumped on the bed, and it didn't take me long to get rid of her bra and panty. We were now kissing madly, smooching as hard as we could while caressing each other's bodies. I buried my face in her cleavage while alternately sucking her nips and areolas. She was looking so nicely worked up that I couldn't help but kiss and lick her entire torso front and back. She was responding perfectly to my aggression and allowed me to topple and flip her to let me kiss and lick her entire body, including her bum and asshole.

After about ten minutes of animalistic passion I slowed down and lay down on the bed on my back, pulling her closer. She realized that I couldn't carry on much longer, and that it was now her turn. She started to kiss my nips and licking around my neck.

Vidya then started to kiss me deep, and then proceeded towards my face, licking my shoulders and chest. I don't think she spared any centimeter of the upper half of my body. Believe me, there is no better feeling than having your woman making love to your body. I was on cloud nine as she kept pleasing me and it accentuated when she moved further down. I was obviously turned on and my member was prominently standing. She started slowly massaging it while looking at me.

"Baby, don't cum yet, ok?" She requested me. "I want you to cum inside me, today."

I nodded, though not knowing how long I could hold out. She was still stroking me. The last two times that had happened I had cum prematurely.

Her seductive eyes were making my manhood stretch to the edge. Vidya took a little break, lying down beside me with her legs stretching to me. I couldn't help but grab her thighs in excitement. I didn't want to wait. I flipped her so she was now on her back, and then I climbed on top of her and mounted her. In one swift move I entered her.

"UNGH!" My wife exclaimed as my penis went inside her fully.

I was fucking her. I was fucking my wife. Vidya was now actively grinding against me, and there was a distinct sound as my balls slapped against her clit. My body moved, smashing against her. I knew I couldn't last much longer. No man could!

"Oh, fuck! Darling, I am going to cum." I managed to announce. Vidya looked at me.

"Wait, cuckold." She told me, and then snapped her fingers.

I knew what she wanted. Ever since Vidya and I began our cuckold relationship one of the many things that made us closer as a couple was our improved communication skills. She doesn't have to utter a word and I know what she wanted from me.

I presented my right cheek to her.

SLAP!

My wife slapped me. Hard.

And again as I presented the other cheek.

SLAP!

Each slap was hard, and stung.

SLAP!

As did the word she called me.

"Cuckold".

SLAP!

We both knew it was true.

SLAP!

"Ok, cuckold. You can now cum inside me."

Vidya's slaps, her taunting words, and her physical lovemaking put me over the edge. With a guttural roar, I quickly started to cum, and flooded my wife's love tunnel with my semen.

"Go on, babe!" My wife lovingly encouraged me. "Let it all out!"

As I came, I was now pounding her, pulling her close to my body. Our naked bodies rocked together, as if they were glued to each other.

"Oh baby!" I finally managed to utter. "Darling! You are such a fantastic fuck, Viyda!"

"Thank you, babydoll." Vidya smiled. "I am glad you managed to cum inside me, for once!"

For some time I just lay there, exhausted, cuddling with Vidya. She cooed and aahed and rubbed her hand all over my body. She stroked my now flaccid penis for a bit, kneaded my balls, and then patted my buttocks.

"Baby." She said, as she rubbed her own body against mine. "We need to talk about something."

"Oh." What did she want to talk about? Had Mr. Sarun already called her?

My tone must have betrayed my sudden trepidation, as Vidya soothingly stroked my penis again.

"Don't worry, darling. But it's important." She said.

"I'm sorry, Vidya." I began to apologize.

Vidya patted my buttocks and raised an eyebrow.

"What for, my darling?"

"I mean, I lasted only a minute, barely more, inside you." I humbly acknowledged my failure. "I know you said you wanted me to cum a little later, but ..."

Vidya laughed. She lovingly patted my buttocks again, and then leaned in to kiss me. We kissed for some time.

"Oh my husband!" She gushed. "Why do you apologize for that, you idiot man!"

She kissed me again, and then stroked my now rapidly hardening member.

"Whenever we are fucking, I don't really care when you cum, darling." She said. "You know that. I love you and when you are fucking me, I want you to enjoy, stress free. When I need a good fuck, I have Mr. Sarun. And others. It is their job to satisfy me -- not yours. When you fuck me, just relax and enjoy. I am your wife -- take full pleasure out of me!"

We both remained silent for some time, enjoying each other's closeness. I knew what Vidya said was true. She didn't really mind me cumming early, or not getting the full enjoyment. For that, she had her lovers. Men who did things to her that I could only dream about.

Vidya patted me on my ass again.

"I missed spanking you today." She said, rubbing my bottom. "Something sexy about your big red fat ass, especially when you are lying across my lap!"

She laughed. I gave a nervous giggle.

My wife has embraced her dominance over me since she began cuckolding me in earnest. Our relationship was slowly evolving into even more of a femdom relationship, and I noticed her zeal for that power was growing day by day. I should say nowadays I get a spanking almost daily before we retire to bed. Sometimes it is light, and Vidya just whacks my naked buttocks a few times with her bare hands before giving me a pity fuck. Other times it can be serious, when I am made to bend over a chair, and Vidya uses either a cane, or my belt, and my ass is lashed quite a few times until there are red, crimson marks. I am not sure I enjoy it fully, but it seems to give her pleasure, and that is good enough for me.

Vidya makes it very clear during my spanking as to why I am being spanked.

SPANK!

"You are a cuckold, my dear husband."

"Yes, dear."

SPANK!

"You like it when other men are cumming in your wife's naked virile pussy, babe."

"Yes, my love."

SPANK!

"Your wife gets fucked in her own house by other men, and you can't do anything, darling."

"Yes, my darling."

SPANK!

"I am a slave girl to your boss, and he treats me like a cum dump. All with your permission, jaanu."

"Yes, dear."

SPANK!

"Do you get aroused when other men feel up my tits and pinch my buttocks, honeypoo?"

"Yes, honey."

Perhaps she wanted to spank me now, right after we had fucked.

"Baby." I asked nervously. "Do you want to spank me now?"

I was offering myself to her. Again, for her pleasure.

Vidya patted and squeezed my buttocks absent mindedly, lost in her own thoughts.

"Not now my love ... maybe later."

I gave a sigh of relief. As I said, I was still getting used to the spanking.

"So ... um ... baby, what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Oh yes." Vidya wrapped a finger around my penis.

"Darling," She gave my manhood a little stroke and began, "You know that I have been seeing your boss Mr. Sarun for 8 months now."

"Er ... yes, dear."

"Seeing" was an understatement. My wife was Mr. Sarun's slave girl. His rakhel. His mistress. His concubine. His cum dump. Whatever he asked her to do, she would willingly do.

"He has really kept me well satisfied," Vidya continued, "Treating me like the bitch I am, and fucking me well like a hussy with that big cock of his."

"Er ... if you say so, my dear."

"Oh my goodness." Vidya gave a little laugh as she continued to stroke my penis. "Why do you always get so hard when I tell you how big his cock was?"

"No ... not really." I croaked. "You are stroking me, my love."

"No, I have noticed." Vidya gave a gentle tug on my ball sack. "Whenever I mention his size, or whenever I talk even about Balachandra's stamina, you get hard. You like the idea of these strong, well hung men, fucking your wife, don't you!"

I could only blush with embarrassment, as Vidya laughed.

"Darling!" She stroked me again. "It turns you on to know that other men, better men than you, have had your wife, doesn't it?"

Once again I had no response. Vidya grinned as she noticed my discomfort.

"Just imagine," She whispered to me, "Just imagine, you could have kept your fantasies to yourself, and this pussy would have been yours alone. And now it belongs to your boss."

"Er ... I am sorry, dear."

"Anyways ... during this time," My wife continued, rolling her eyes, still laughing, and still stroking me, "I am at Mr. Sarun's service either for a week, or sometimes even two weeks, every month."

"Yes, dear."

Vidya stroked me again before continuing.

"It's becoming increasingly difficult, babe, to lie about our situation to my mother." She confessed. "It's difficult even when I am here. Mama calls, and I have to make some excuse why I cannot come over or why she can't visit. And when I am away with Mr. Sarun ..."

My dick was now rapidly hardening as my wife continued to stroke it.

"She actually asked me the other day if everything was OK with our marriage." Vidya said. "I said of course! My shocked tone must have convinced her, but she was still complaining how we don't visit her as frequently now as we used to. I had to make some excuse of your work taking us out of town. I even said my home jewellery business is looking good now, and I have to travel because of that."

Vidya did have a hobby of making jewellery at home, and she had a small online store, but it was hardly a million rupee enterprise.

"I think mama was skeptical, at best." Vidya said, rubbing me. "She repeatedly asked me if everything was OK between us. I really think, darling, I should fully inform her about our ... er ... unique situation."

Again, there was some silence. Vidya continued to rub me and caress me. I began to contemplate our situation.

Right now, not a lot of people knew about our ... er ... "unique situation", as she put it. There was my boss Mr. Sarun, of course. The main man fucking my wife. Then there was the small WhatsApp group with those other men -- some of whom I knew. They knew, because Mr. Sarun shared pictures and videos of my wife with them. All these men knew about Vidya and Mr. Sarun, and they also knew that I knew.

That was it.

Of course, there were the other men that my wife secretly slept with. Some of the guards from our compound. An occasional labourer or so that worked in the vicinity. Most of these lower class men were simply too glad to bonk an upper class gori chitti memsaab like Vidya. None of them knew, however, that I knew. Even Vidya didn't know I knew, of course, thanks to my secret cameras throughout the house.

There was of course our neighbour Mr. Balachandra Laxmikant, a South Indian gentleman, a retiree and a widower, who used to live a few houses down the street from ours, in the next block. He now rented out the house to another couple, Ravi and Sheetal, some distant relative of his, while he stayed in another city. He had a torrid affair with my wife some time ago. Now, whenever he would be in town, Vidya would send me away and dutifully present herself to him. He still hasn't clued in to the fact that I knew about him and Vidya. I knew that Balachandra was also fucking Sheetal. Sometimes he fucked Sheetal and Vidya together. So Sheetal also knew, and maybe her husband Ravi.

Then of course there was Ramu, the milkman. Vidya rarely saw him now, as he was mostly away. When the odd time he would be in the city, my wife would be his booty call. Literally and figuratively.

There was, of course, various videos of Vidya, taken by her many lovers. Yet, so far, thankfully, I haven't seen any of them pop up (or go 'viral') online. So for now, only a very, very, very selected handful knew about me being a cuckold.

Vidya's mom, however, was not amongst them.

"If you tell mummy," I managed to croak, "Um ... would she not be horrified? She is, after all, from a traditional family. And I ... I would lose whatever respect I have in her eyes."

Vidya didn't say anything for a minute. She continued to stroke me. I was now quite hard.

"I don't think so, baby." Vidya replied. "You know how open minded mama is! You know how close we are, and how much we share details! We are more like friends, than mother and daughter!"

This was certainly true. I had personally witnessed the camaraderie between mom and daughter. They talked often, talked a lot and shared everything. My mother-in-law, in addition to being a very beautiful and fetching lady despite her age, was also a cool woman. She sometimes would make dirty jokes and innuendos, leading me to blush while Vidya would burst out laughing. Since she was a widow, she recently had started dating again, and I have personally seen her and Vidya talk in details about her dates. So I could certainly empathize with Vidya.

"Still ... this is not an Indian thing. She must be horrified when she hears of this. Would she not think less of me then, and also think you are some type of harlot?" I asked her.

Vidya once again patted my buttocks.

"My baby." She kissed me. We kissed for a long time.

"My baby. I don't think my mother will be upset or be shocked with you, dear. Or with me." She said. "I know her. She will say this is between us and we are both consenting adults. What she really cares about is our happiness, and our marriage. As long as we are married, and as long as you love me, she will be fine with it, and with you."

"Oh I love you, darling!" I told Vidya. "No matter what!"

"I know, my dear cuckold! And I love you too!"

We kissed once again. I was now quite hard, and horny. Seeing me in this state, Vidya laid down on her back.

"Climb on me, honeypoo." She ordered. "Let's use that cock of yours."

I positioned myself and mounted her. With a single thrust, I slid into her.

"Ungggh!" Vidya cried out, as I penetrated her. She was quite wet! I began to fuck her again.

"Ahh... darling ..." Vidya cried out in between my thrusts. "Do you ... know ... mama knows ... you have a ... small penis!"

"Oh, really? How?"

"Ungh! Ungh!" Vidya was moaning as I started to pound her fast now. "She ... remember ... we went camping ... last year? She ... saw you ... peeing at ... night by ... the tree. She ... ungh! Told me ... about it ... ungh! Later ... we ... often ... joke about it! This is why recently she started to tease you by calling you chotey jamai babu, even though I am her eldest child!"

The thought of my wife and my mother-in-law joking about my small penis meant I couldn't hold out much longer.

"Baby!" I cried out. "I am going to cum."

"Yes, jaanu. Go ahead. Cum in me. Cum in your wife's hole."

My hips buckled as I began to cum into my wife's hole. Again. Though not the first time, it still was a rarity for me -- twice in my wife's hole in one night!

Afterwards, as I laid down, my balls completely drained, Vidya snuggled against me.

She gave me a deep kiss. I really loved my wife. She didn't care about her own orgasm or her own satisfaction. All she wanted was that I be happy -- cumming in her whenever I was ready.

"Jaanu!" She gushed. "You are the best husband in the world. And sometime soon, I will tell mama that!"

"Oh Vidya!"

This was when I suddenly remembered Mr. Sarun's phone call. For the next ten minutes, I recounted the conversation to a really disappointed Vidya.

"You should have told me this earlier in the evening, jaanu." Vidya remonstrated with me. "I don't know who this Ashish is, and now I have to mentally prepare for that."

"Yes, dear." I admitted my mistake. "I was going to tell you ... but then ... you know what happened ... and I really forgot."

"Hmm." Vidya pursed her lip for a bit before continuing with a naughty grin, "My dear ... I think it's time for that spanking of yours. Go get that chair and place it in the centre of the room. And please bend over the back of the chair and assume the position."

"Er ... yes, dear."

"I am going to punish you for withholding critical information from me."

"Yes, dear."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

I was well spanked for almost fifteen minutes for my failure to tell her earlier of my conservation. After that, Vidya sat on the bed and snapped her fingers again. Once more, I knew what to do.

I began by kissing her feet, before going on to lick her bum hole, and then moved to her pussy. As I licked Vidya's cunt I felt her foot on my shoulder and then on my back. It was very clear who was in charge here, and even though it was emasculating, surprisingly I was getting a thrill out of it. I knew Vidya would never do that with Mr. Sarun.

My licking was driving Vidya to the edge again.

"OOOOOOOH, you are a good boy!" She smiled encouragingly as I looked up at her. "AAAAHHHH! What good pussy licker you are!"

It was nice to feel appreciated. I was licking her with renewed vigour. Right now, kneeling in front of my wife on my knees, licking her genitals, I felt very comfortable. It is as if this was my destiny. And Vidya smiled down at me, again. Even she knew this was where I belonged. She appreciated me being hungry for her despite her fucking other men. It didn't make her feel like a dirty woman, and that was important for her.

I ate out her pussy until she had a violent earth shattering orgasm. As good as sex with other men is for my wife, I knew I was the one who made her cuckolding so special. She has told me so herself, many times.

As we both cuddled afterwards, Vidya was purring like a kitten, lovingly stroking my face and occasionally patting my well spanked buttocks. As we both drifted off to sleep, she mouthed, "Oh my darling cuck! You are the man I love! I love you! My jaanu!"

* * *

It was soon Sunday evening, and time for me to go pick up Ashish from the airport here in Pune. The weather was warm and humid, and I was already sweating, despite the air conditioning in the car, on the drive to the airport. Once I parked and got in, it was a furnace. I hoped it would not be a long wait.

I have only seen Ashish a handful of times. We would meet at the company's annual functions or events, so I had spoken to him before. During the last project, when Mr. Sarun wanted to use Ashish's contacts to get us the deal with the mall group, I had objected and said it shouldn't be done because it was going to be challenging, and so on. Even though I did have solid technical grounds to say so, I had been overruled and the deal had gone through. So in a way I knew Ashish wasn't so happy with me because I had objected to his help (given that he was a Board member and all), but now he was going to have the final laugh. With my wife.

I soon spotted him in the Arrivals. Ashish wasn't a tough man to spot.

He was old. Almost as old as Mr. Sarun; I would say Ashish was 65 or so. Most of these Board members were senior folks. And unlike Mr. Sarun, Ashish didn't work out or eat healthy. He was tall, yes, and strong, but he also had a big paunch. He was wearing a rich silk white shirt, the kind that politicians and rich men from the South wore, and a white dhoti with gold embroidery on the hem. It was the clothing of a rich man where he was from, but I didn't expect him to wear a dhoti on the airplane. I guess when you are fat, those type of loose clothing appeals to you. He was dark skinned, and had a big handle bar moustache that he constantly liked to twirl.

"There you are!" Ashish saw me and gravitated towards me. He handed me his suitcase. "Here's my carry on. Where's your car?"

"Come with me, Sir." I took his carry on. He was already treating me like a servant. "I am parked quite near."

"Good, good." Ashish was beaming. The sun was now setting, but it was still quite warm. "I am hungry, Rajesh. I hope your wife, in addition to being the company slut, can cook?"

My wife the company slut.

"Yes, Sir." I politely replied. "Vidya has prepared a nice meal for you, Sir. I told her how you love to eat, Sir, and as per your email I have told her your favourite dishes."

I knew Vidya was a good cook, so I wasn't worried on the food department.

"Good, good!" Ashish twirled his moustache again. "I am famished."

As we got into the car and got on the highway, Ashish seated on the back seat, he again spoke to me.

"I hope you remember the other instructions in the email I asked you to give to your wife, Rajesh." He said.

"Yes, Sir." I blushed slightly. "I assure you we have followed them."

"Good." Ashish nodded. "I had asked that your wife not take a bath for the last three days, and not change the sari she is wearing all this time, even she does her household chores. And that your air conditioning should only be switched on today, and not in the last few days."

"Yes, Sir."

Vidya had grumbled when I had given her the instructions, but she knew better than to question the orders given to her by a man Mr. Sarun was sending. If Ashish complained, Mr. Sarun would be angry. And you don't want to anger a man like Mr. Sarun.

"I like the raw smell on an Indian woman, Rajesh." Ashish continued. "The musky smell they develop from the sweat in their armpits or the stench of their loins when they haven't taken a bath for a few days, especially if they are wearing a sari in this hot climate. I am going to enjoying smelling your wife."

"Er ... Yes, Sir." I was being nice to a man who wanted to smell my wife's loins. "Although, Sir, I must warn you -- my wife doesn't really stink. She always smells sweet."

"They all stink after two days, Rajesh." Ashish declared. "Especially a slut wife like yours."

* * *

In fact, it was I who had taken care of most of the household tasks, including cleaning, and had told Vidya to rest as she may not get much sleep later that night. If experience was any guide, the first night with any lover was Vidya's busiest. The men were always thrilled to bed a new woman, a married woman to boot. They almost didn't know what to do with her and would try many things, and always end up fucking her a few times. Ashish shouldn't be any different, I reasoned.

"Welcome, Ashish Sir! Welcome to our humble home!"

Ashish's eyes were transfixed at the sight of my pretty buxom wife. For a moment he said nothing, but simply stared at her big tits.

Vidya was wearing a black blouse and black petticoat, with a light grey sari that clung to her body. This, along with her blue chiffon sari, were what I called her "come fuck me" saris. She would usually wear these on our anniversary or on my birthdays -- or when meeting a new lover. The small black blouse was a bit too small -- her big boobs almost seemed as if they would burst open the blouse. I could also see little beads of sweat on her belly and her exposed midriff, and of course there was a sweat patch under her arm pits as well, which was sort of camouflaged by the black colour of the blouse. She had been wearing that sari for the past three days, after all.

"You are as beautiful as your videos, Vidya beti." Ashish commented. I found it immediately strange he was calling her 'beti' -- that meant 'daughter'.

Vidya blushed a bright crimson red. She knew what videos Ashish was referring to very well!

"We are glad to have you here, Sir. Please come this way -- once you freshen up, I will serve dinner at once, Sir."

"Thank you, beti."

As Vidya spoke and turned around, Ashish also kept glancing at her big and round ass. The hot and humid weather coupled with her sweat had made her sari cling to her ass. It was a great ass. Even though I knew that another guy would be drilling that ass later, I could still appreciate that fine ass, and why Ashish was staring at it.

Vidya, talking animatedly, turned around again, and this time she became conscious of Ashish's leering. Uneasily she quickly covered her breasts with the pallu and adjusted her sari. Ashish smiled and entered my living room.

"Where shall I freshen up, Vidya beti?" He asked.

"Oh, this way, Sir." Vidya happily took his arm. "Please come with me. I have put you in the master bedroom, Sir, where you will be with me. My husband will be sleeping in the servants' quarters as long as you are here, Sir. Let me take you to our bedroom, Sir."

... where you will be with me. My husband will be sleeping in the servants' quarters ...

A small pang of humiliation washed over me as Vidya reiterated our sleeping arrangements to our guest. He was going to enjoy my wife's body on our marital bed in our bedroom, while I was being relegated to the servants' quarters, in my own house. Not even the guest room.

As they left, I noticed that Ashish put his hand on her bare waist. Vidya seemed not to notice. As they rounded the corner and out of view, I saw that his hand was slowly going down towards my wife's buttocks, starting to grope that big bottom.

* * *

Dinner was served and we ate mostly in silence, as Ashish -- in between gulping down his food --stared at her heaving breasts and bare midriff. Vidya tried to make some small talk, but in the end just gave up. Ashish was hungry, so he ate quickly. I wondered what my wife was thinking, knowing she had to entertain this big fat man in bed for a week, starting from tonight. I also speculated what had happened upstairs in the bedroom, but Vidya had been there only briefly to show him the room. She had quickly come downstairs to start preparing the table for lunch.

When I had asked her if anything happened upstairs already, my wife gave me an exasperated look.

"I was upstairs with him only for a minute, dear!" She said. "He just felt my ass. Relax! The real action will start tonight."

So, so far, other than probably a little groping of her ass, or perhaps a pinch or two on her butt cheeks from Ashish, he must not have done much else. He also kept calling my wife 'beti'.

When Ashish finished and got up to go to the powder room and wash his hands, I could see -- through his dhoti -- that he had a massive hard on. It was clear that he was thinking about my wife. Even though he was an old overweight man, at this moment Ashish appeared like a big bull. Tall, built, 6' 4", dark with a thick handlebar mustache, and a big paunch. Not exactly Vidya's type, but here he was.

After washing his hands, Ashish came back to the dining room.

"Where is your wife, Rajesh?" He asked me.

"Vidya is in the kitchen," I answered. "She doesn't like dirty dishes in the sink, so after a meal she immediately likes to clean up."

"Hmm." Ashish grunted, and started to walk towards the kitchen. I followed him discreetly at a distance.

Vidya was in the sink, scrubbing a couple of the big dishes that wouldn't fit in the dishwasher. Her Mangalsutra was hanging from her neck over her breasts, and her wedding ring was on her finger. Vidya liked to keep these two items on, even when she was with other men. It was a reminder to them and to her that she was a married lady; someone else's wife.

As Vidya scrubbed the dishes hard, her big round buttocks bubbled and quivered. The sari was tight, so it had slipped into the crack of her derriere. Ashish stood by the kitchen door, his eyes watching my wife's big round buttocks wobbling under her sari.

After watching for a while, Ashish must have decided enough was enough. His hardness was now quite prominent through the white dhoti. Ashish calmly walked up and stood behind my wife, his erection suddenly touching her quivering bottom.

"Oh!" Vidya could only utter a startled reply. She hadn't heard him walk up at all.

Ashish clasped his hairy arms around my wife's bare midriff, making her jump again. Vidya momentarily closed her eyes, before opening them again and continuing with her work at the sink.

Ashish silently pressed himself more onto her. She must now have felt his manhood between the cheeks of her buttocks. Was it my imagination, or did she seem to encourage him by pushing back onto him? His hands now moved up from her midriff and to her blouse.

I felt helpless -- standing there at the kitchen door -- and staring at this old man molesting and mauling my wife, cupping her tits, fondling them. Ashish then placed a hand on her buttocks.

SPANK!

There it was. No man could resist spanking Vidya's big buttocks. Old or young, every lover of Vidya ended up spanking her.

Except me, of course.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

I could see that he had one hand on her tit, groping it, while the other hand was spanking her ass.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

I decided to return to the living room. After some time, Ashish returned. His hardness was now quite protuberant, and his eyes had a hungry look on them. Ashish sat down on the big sofa, his legs spread out.

"Rajesh, I am going to ask some questions about the company." He told me.

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Please stand up when you talk to me."

"Oh. I am sorry, Sir. Of course, Sir."

I immediately stood up, facing him, while he remained comfortable seated.

"You will stand and answer me whenever I talk to you." Ashish ordered.

"Yes, Sir."

"You will always call me as Sir, and your wife as 'Dear', in my presence." Ashish continued. "As long as I am here, I don't want you to take her name."

"Yes, Sir."

He began to ask me some questions about the company. We talked business for the next few minutes, as I remained standing.

After sometime, Vidya came and also stood in front of Ashish.

"Can I get you anything, Ashish Sir?" She asked. "A drink, perhaps?"

Ashish looked up at her.

"You are a beautiful item, Vidya beti. A proper maal." He said. "I like your big tandroost buttocks. Right now what I need is you. Your jism (body) ... your gaand (ass)."

Well, he was certainly direct, I realized.

"Thank you, Ashish Sir." Vidya actually had the decency to blush, even though the man was crudely describing her in vulgar terms. "I will do whatever you ask of me, Ashish Sir, to please you and keep you happy. That's my instructions from Sirjee."

Sirjee, of course, was what Vidya called my boss Mr. Sarun.

"Good girl." Ashish nodded. "From now on, I don't want you to call me Ashish Sir. You will call me 'uncle'. And I will call you 'beti'."

"Er ... yes, of course as you want, uncle." Vidya acquiesced easily. "I am your beti and you are my uncle."

She gave a slight giggle.

"Now, Vidya beti, as instructed, have you taken a bath for the last two days?"

"Er ... no, uncle."

"Or shaved yourself?"

"No, Sir ... er ... uncle. You said you didn't want me to, uncle."

"Good! Good! Now, beti, come and sit on my lap, my dear." Ashish ordered.

It didn't matter that I -- her husband -- was also present in the room. I was still standing in my place, watching the encounter. Vidya hesitated only for a minute, before plunking her big ass on his swollen crotch as she sat down on his lap. Immediately he embraced her, and pressed his lips onto her lips. To my surprise, Vidya responded by hugging him around his neck.

They kissed for a little bit. I could even see him sucking on her tongue. I felt jealous -- which I always did -- when I would see Vidya kiss another man, especially on the mouth. I also realized I was sporting an erection.

"I love when a woman hasn't taken a bath for a few days and has worked hard in the kitchen." Ashish remarked. "Usually such an unwashed woman smells sweaty and has a musky odor, which I like. You, however, beti, smell really sweet."

Vidya could only smile briefly, before Ashish resumed kissing her. He kissed her on her lips, her face, her eyes, her nose, before nibbling a little on her earlobes. I knew Vidya liked that. She loved it when a man nibbled on her ear. Vidya was now breathing hard, very turned on.

"Let's take a look at your breasts, beti." Ashish suddenly said. "I love how big and bouncy they feel."

Without giving her much of a warning, Ashish reached behind her and unhooked her blouse. It looked like he wanted to strip her right here. Ashish motioned to Vidya to take off the blouse, which she did. Ashish then unclipped her bra and it fell to the floor, freeing her heavy breasts from their constraints. They immediately sprung out. I could see that Vidya's nipples were big, hard, perky and prominent.

Ashish placed a hand on her right boob, gently squeezing it.

"These are big," He commented. "Beti, did you recently have child?"

Vidya smiled shyly and shook her head.

"No, uncle. They have always been like this."

"Amazing."

For the next ten minutes Ashish played with her breasts, pinching, biting and even sucking on them. Then he patted her on the rump.

"I want you to stand up, beti."

"Yes, uncle."

Slowly, ponderously, Vidya stood up.

"Beti, lift your sari up to your waist. I want to see your panty."

"Er ... yes, uncle."

My wife slowly rolled up the hem of her sari from the bottom and raised it to her waist, slowly revealing the smooth milky white skin of her athletic toned legs, her succulent thighs, before revealing a white coloured panty. I could see that there was a huge damp wet patch on the front.

"Good. Good." Ashish seemed to be pleased. "Now, beti, turn around so your back is to me, and kneel down on the floor on all fours."

"Yes, uncle."

Ashish was not affording Vidya any dignity, yet my wife did as ordered. She knew her role.

The company slut.

Ashish reached down and raised Vidya's sari so it was now over her bottom and on her back. He then pulled and lowered the white panty until it was now at her knees. My wife was now on her haunches, on all fours, in a humiliating position on the floor. Her boobs were out, hanging, and her ass was now exposed, and this old rich man was now marveling at her voluptuous buttocks. Yet Vidya's indignity was going to continue.

"Beti, pull your cheeks apart. I want to see your cunt and your asshole." Ashish requested.

"Yes, uncle."

I don't know what Vidya thought of this request, but she was happily obeying every order given to her, smiling at him, even as he humiliated her.

"Ok, beti. Stand up. Pull your panties up."

"Yes, uncle. Thank you, uncle."

Ashish now got up to stand next to her. He clumsily took her dainty hand in his big hands.

"Beti, take me to the bedroom. It's a big house and I forgot where it is."

"Oooh, uncle! You are too kind. It's this way ... up the stairs."

Before leaving, Ashish turned to me.

"I am going to leave the door open slightly if you want to hear as I fuck your wife." He told me. "Otherwise, I don't want to be disturbed at all tonight."

... If you want to hear as I fuck your wife ...

"Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir." I replied. "It is an absolute honour, Sir, to have you here with us. I won't disturb you at all, Sir."

"Good." Ashish seemed satisfied with my response. "But you will only stay outside the door for the first time. Maybe the first twenty minutes or so. Then you will leave us alone."

"Yes, Sir. Don't worry about me, Sir."

"And I want you to make breakfast in the morning, and leave early for work. Stay in the office longer. When you come home, make sure the master bedroom is clean and the sheets changed."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

Ashish then turned to my wife.

"Beti, let's go. I hope your husband will not bother us."

"Uncle, my husband is very good and experienced at other men with me." My wife actually defended me! "He will not bother us at all unless you ask for him or give him an order, uncle! He just likes to watch!"

* * *

I stood outside the main bedroom, watching. The door was left only very slightly ajar, and the lights were not really on in the room. However, brilliant moonlight flooded in through the bay windows, giving everything a mesmerizing glow. Ashish and Vidya were now standing beside the bed.

I watched as Ashish began to strip my wife. He pulled off her sari, and then her petticoat, before he pulled down the white panty. Her blouse and bra had already been taken off in the living room. My wife now stood before this man, fully naked and vulnerable. I could see her shake and tremble slightly. She was totally nude so she was feeling uncharacteristically shy.

Ashish stared at my wife's body for some time. Especially at my wife's big, firm breasts with their large, black nipples. In the soft light I could see her nipples protruding from her breasts. The sight of my wife's fair naked breasts and black nipples was seemed to make Ashish really excited.

Ashish then turned my wife around, so he could look at her buttocks. With constant exercise and good diet, Vidya had very large and fleshy buttocks. Ashish came close to her, from my wife's behind. He circled her with his arms and cupped her breasts lightly. He kept his palms cupped over my wife's breasts without pumping, or squeezing them, seemingly relishing the feel of her heavy breasts. Then he made her turn around again, to face him.

Ashish then wrapped her in a hug, pushing his crotch against her nakedness, while his hands went around her, caressing and squeezing her ass. Once again they French kissed for a long time. For someone who was brand new to her, Vidya seemed quite comfortable kissing him and sucking his tongue.

"Beti." Ashish ordered. "Undress me."

"Yes, uncle."

My wife began to take off his shirt and then his dhoti. Even though he had a big paunch, I could see that he was also well built, muscular, which for a man of his age was firm and solid. He also had lot of hair on his body. He had a big ass as well, and fat thighs.

And of course, his manhood was now prominent. His pubic area was covered with curly grey hair. His penis stood majestically erect. He was quite hard, and his cock was now long and thick, his penis throbbing. He had big balls as well, dangling under.

All I could think of was that a huge fat horse was about to mate with my lovely wife. Vidya wrapped her fingers around his massive cock and fondled him for a bit. Ashish then leaned forward and whispered something in her ear.

Vidya smiled and nodded. Then my naked wife knelt down on the floor and looked up at her newest lover. Ashish rubbed the tip of his hardness on her lips, and then across her eyes, nose and back on her lips. Vidya opened her mouth slightly and Ashish placed his cock at the entrance of her mouth. Soon he was forcing his snake down my wife's throat. Despite Vidya's experience, her big eyes widened and her lips stretched wide as she tried to take him in. Her other hand was kneading and playing with his testicles.

Ashish had now grabbed my wife by her hair and was violently fucking her face.

"Oh, beti. What a bitch you are! What a slut!"

After a few minutes, Ashish slowed down and started to take his penis out of my wife's mouth. Vidya was surprised but did not say anything.

"Beti, lie down on the bed." Ashish instructed her. "But lie down on your face ... on your belly."

"Yes, uncle."

I watched as my wife laid down on the big bed, and Ashish stood there for a moment admiring the great view of her big, wide, protruding ass. Ashish then climbed on the bed and bent down. To my surprise, he started to kiss and suck on her butt cheeks. He even parted them and stuck his tongue down her anus.

"Oh, uncle." Vidya murmured.

Ashish then sat up and raised his hand.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

For about five minutes he spanked her on her buttocks. These weren't hard spanks, but firm enough to send gentle ripples on her bubble bottom. And then, without a warning, he grabbed her and firmly flipped her so she was now on her back.

"You are wet." He commented.

Vidya could say nothing but blush. She gave a shy smile and looked away. Ashish then positioned his thick bulbous cock head over her labia and rubbed the head on the opening of her cunt for some time. Vidya looked a little apprehensive as she was about to be penetrated by yet another man, but I could see that she was pushing up her body involuntarily hoping that Ashish would soon enter her. Ashish, however, kept teasing her, rubbing his cock against her vulva but not entering her.

"Uncle, please." Vidya finally uttered out of frustration. "Please, uncle."

Ashish had a wicked grin.

"What is it, beti?"

"Please, uncle, don't tease me like this. I want to feel that big cock inside me." My wife pleaded.

"So, beti, you want me to cum inside your pussy, with no protection?"

"Yes, uncle please." Vidya begged. "I want to feel you completely! I will do anything you want me to, uncle, but please ... fuck me now!"

Ashish grinned.

"Because you have been such a very good girl, beti, and asked so nicely," He said, "I will fuck you now."

It was surreal listening and watching as my wife begged for another man to fuck her.

Ashish then started to fuck my wife in earnest.

He first put his cock into her, then slowly pressed in a few inches, pulled out then pushed back in a bit further, pulled out again before finally penetrating her fully in one push up to his balls, causing my wife to gasp as the air was pumped out of her body, stretching her cunt fully. Ashish remained motionless with his penis embedded inside her, allowing her to adjust to the new size. And then the fucking began.

I was afraid the neighbors would be alarmed, so loudly was Vidya now screaming and grunting in time to the pounding she was taking.

"Oh uncle! Oh uncle!" She was moaning. "I love you, uncle! I love you!"

Both were now sweating profusely, and Ashish thrusted her forcefully like a man possessed, trying to split her with his massive cock. She crossed her ankles behind his back pulling his cock deep in her belly, as she clutched onto his humping hips. She was completely lost in the throes of passion.

"I love you, uncle! I love you!" She was constantly murmuring. "Please cum in me! Please!"

I could see Ashish's cock now buried fully inside her and his big heavy balls resting on her ass cheeks, the juices flowing out of her pussy and down her thighs. Ashish was getting pleasure both physically and psychologically in that he was fucking a married woman in front of the husband.

Suddenly Ashish paused and turned to the door.

"Are you still there, Rajesh?"

He was calling for me!

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Who is fucking your wife, you cuckold?"

"Er ... Sir ... you are ... Sir. Ashish Sir is fucking my wife."

"And she will be mine for the rest of this week, cuckold."

"Yes, Sir. It is an honour, Sir. You are most welcome, Sir." I could only grovel.

Ashish was now slammed into my wife, causing the bed springs to squeak and groan nosily in rhythm to his hammering. I could hear Vidya groaning; she was now building to a massive orgasm.

"Oh, uncle. Please don't stop. I love you uncle! Please don't stop! OOOOH!"

This is where, if the man was Mr. Sarun, or one of Vidya's lower class lovers like Ramu or Wasim, they would have slapped her. Mr. Sarun loved to slap my wife when she was on the threshold of her orgasm. Ashish, however, merely grinned.

"Oh, you like this, beti? You want me to cum?"

"Please, uncle." Vidya begged. "I love you, uncle. Cum in me, uncle. Please!"

Ashish continued to pound into her as Vidya's orgasm began to peak. Suddenly, still with her eyes closed, she hugged him tightly and started to buckle.

"Oh uncle, please don't stop, OH UNCLE!" Vidya was crying now. "Please fuck me, uncle. Hard, uncle! I love you, uncle. I LOVE YOU!"

Her hips were now moving and humping him even as his cock was fully inside her. She was having a colossal orgasm for almost a minute. As her movements slowly subsided, Ashish started to fuck her slowly now, with deep strokes. His mouth was now on hers, while she was still murmuring his name.

"See, cuckold, this is how you fuck a woman." Ashish taunted me. "Now watch as I plant my seed inside her cunt."

"Ashish Sir, it will be a privilege for me to have you deposit your ... er ... seed ... inside my wife."

Ashish's ass cheeks now tightened, and his face contorted. My wife hugged him even tighter, and wrapped her legs around his bottom. He started to grunt as he began to ejaculate. I watched as this fat man began to cum inside my wife's unprotected womb.

For almost two whole minutes Ashish kept pumping into her, grunting and groaning as he filled up her vagina with his semen till it overflowed, staining the bed sheets. He was also biting and nibbling on her neck as he kept ejaculating before finally collapsing with his full heavy weight on her. He remained inside her for almost ten minutes making sure his seed soaked in. They caressed and kissed before he finally rolled off her, his cock semi erect and still dripping cum.

I looked at my freshly fucked wife covered in sweat and love bites on her breasts, neck and thighs, having just being filled by this men, his semen oozing out of her vagina down her ass, the room reeking with the aroma of sweat and sex.

Ashish then turned towards me.

"Cuckold, close the door and leave."

"Yes, Sir."

Sleep did not come easily to me. The servant quarters were downstairs, all the way at the other end of the house, while Ashish was in our main bedroom upstairs, on our marital bed with my wife. Even through that distance, I could hear them. So loud was their passion that the noises carried through the whole house. All throughout the night I could hear the bed springs constantly creaking and Vidya murmuring to his rhythmic humping. It was clear that just like his friend Mr. Sarun, and despite being fat and overweight, Ashish was also a man with a lot of stamina, and quick recovery. Vidya was going to have a busy week.

* * *

It was 8 am in the morning and I was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. I had to leave at 9 to head for the office, as there was a regional meeting at 1030. However, I still remembered my duties to Ashish and Vidya. They had fucked all night and must be tired. I was preparing breakfast so when they woke up, they could just heat it up and eat. All Vidya had to do was make tea.

A rustle alerted me and I turned around. It was my wife. She had just entered the kitchen. Vidya was dressed, but barely. She was wearing a huge white shirt that reached to just below her tummy, just about covering her lady parts. I could sense that she wasn't wearing anything else. With a sudden shock, I realized this huge shirt was neither mine nor hers. It was Ashish's. This was the shirt he had been wearing yesterday. It was oversized, of course, for Vidya, and too broad for her. Vidya must have decided to come down for something -- most likely a glass of water -- and she didn't want to come naked. In a rush, she must have grabbed his shirt.

"Oh, my love! You are up already." She exclaimed, filling her glass. "I was just a little thirsty."

"I see." I didn't really know what to say to her. "I was making breakfast ... for both of you."

"That's nice. So I don't have to do much when we come down."

There was an awkward silence. Perhaps in an effort of fill that, I foolishly asked Vidya, "So, how was it?"

Vidya gave me a look that was a mixture of curiosity and contempt. Then she reached out and slapped me. Twice.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"How was it? What do you think?" She uttered. "You were there ... you cuckold! The first time ... he fucked me!"

I couldn't say anything in shame and just cast my eyes on the floor. I don't know WHY I had asked that question! Usually it was an unspoken rule that while Vidya was entertaining Mr. Sarun (or in this case his replacement), I stay silent and never ask her about the sex. I knew it made her feel bad.

"Ashish has great stamina." Vidya commented. "I thought ... for his age ... that would be it... but he was full of lust. The second time he just put his mouth on mine, kissed me for some time, and then shoved his dick into me. He was just fucking me like an animal. I was his bitch. I thought to myself that what I have gotten into."

"I am sorry, darling."

Vidya ignored my words.

"His hands were constantly grabbing my breasts. He was very rough with them the second time. By the time he was done, all I could think of was that this man would be my father's age and he was here fucking me. And despite all of that, I was actually ... looking forwarding ... to being fucked by him. Again."

"Maybe he will slow down." I said. "Perhaps only the first night he was ... so ... excited."

Vidya actually glanced at me. It was a look ... a combination of ... disgust ... interest ... and even some sympathy.

"Oh, babe. I wasn't complaining!" She uttered. "I actually HOPE he doesn't slow down! It's nice to have a man who can get it up more than once or twice, you know! No offense, my dear husband, but Ashish is ... very good, you know! Even though he is old, he knows what to do. Some people have a big cock and think that's enough. It's not -- you gotta know how to use it. And he certainly does, I can tell you! I am usually cumming once or twice before he has even put his dick inside me! You should try and learn a few things when you see us."

I tried to make a smart comment.

"It was strange," I said, "that he called you 'beti' and wanted you to call him 'uncle'. Weird."

Vidya made a face.

"Not so weird." She was actually defending Ashish! "I mean, even our neighbor Balachandraji calls me bahu (daughter-in-law), and still has sex with me."

I had nothing to say to that. I guess Vidya was just the sexy bahu and the sexy beti everyone loved to sleep with!

"In a way," Vidya continued, "'Beti' (daughter) is better than 'randi' (slut), 'cunt', 'bitch', 'slave' and all other names I have been called by the others. It's something new ... a pleasant change of pace for once. Besides, sweetheart, your kink is to watch another man ravage your wife. You shouldn't be making comments about a man who likes to call someone he's fucking 'beti'."

I had no reply to that comment.

"So ..." I watched as Vidya drank two glasses of water. "It was just the two times that night?"

Vidya finished drinking, turned and smiled at me.

"Oh my cuckold husband! My beloved and darling husband! My jaanu!" She uttered. "I was his new toy. His new slave. He had me four times last night, and the fifth time was just now ... some time ago."

So this old wolf had taken my wife twice more times in one night than I manage in a week.

Vidya saw my state and poured a glass of water.

"Here, sweetipoo." She said, handing me the glass. "Sit ... and drink."

I took the glass and sat down at the kitchen table. As I drank, Vidya sat down opposite to me.

"Rajesh ... I am ... sorry."

"I ..." Once again I didn't know what to say.

"I know this is tough on you." Vidya continued. "But remember ... you wanted this. YOU brought this on. Now ... we both cannot stop. We are too deep. In listening to your fantasy, and trying to fulfill it, I am now somewhere I cannot stop. Even if I want to."

Saying this, Vidya parted her legs slightly, and raised the shirt.

I could see her slimy, wet, semen filled cunt.

"This is your wife's pussy, my cuckold darling." Vidya remarked. "My poor pussy that your colleague had fucked last night. Five times."

I could only stare. Vidya gave a little smile and stood up.

"Good day, cuckold. Time for me to go back to my old and fat lover. Have a nice time at work!"

* * *

For the next two days, Monday and Tuesday, the daily routine wasn't much different. After I had prepared their breakfast, I would leave for work. As per Ashish's orders, I would make sure that I would spend extra time at work and return home much later than usual. I did check the cameras once or twice while at work, and by my count Ashish would usually sleep with Vidya three times during the day. He would bang her right after they had breakfast, usually humping her in the kitchen.

Then he would do some work on his laptop for some time as Vidya did the housework and prepared lunch. Right after lunch he would take her to the bedroom and have his way with her. And finally in the late afternoon when she would serve him tea, it usually ended with either another quickie, or her giving him a blowjob on the living room couch.

When I eventually reached home from work, it would be late so I would have dinner with Ashish and Vidya. After dinner, Ashish would go the living room, sit, and then make me give him a report of everything that had happened in the office. I would have to give this report while standing, and Ashish would be sitting on the sofa like a boss. My boss would sometimes join in, sitting with him on his lap, watching mischievously as I had to stand there like a schoolboy giving my report.

After that, we would watch a little TV. I still had to stand in the room and was not allowed to sit. Then Ashish and Vidya would retire for the night to the master bedroom. Although the door would be closed shut, or sometimes just left very slightly ajar, I would still follow them pathetically and listen in, standing outside their door, as they fucked noisily. After some time, I would go to the servants' quarters and relieve my frustrations with a quick masturbation session, even as I could hear the bed squeak from the master bedroom where my wife was being taken repeatedly by this old man.

One thing I have to say that I was glad for -- Ashish wasn't treating Vidya roughly. I have seen the videos and have shared those stories -- some of Vidya's other lovers like to slap her, spank her, cane her, pull her by the hair, treat her like a two-rupee whore while banging her, and so on. But Ashish was happy to simply fuck her, and occasionally spank her big bottom. She wasn't being caned, nor urinated upon, nor thrashed with a belt. Ashish was interested in simply sleeping with my wife, fucking her, usually missionary or cowgirl, with the occasional blowjob thrown in.

Vidya too seemed to enjoy the sudden constant sex, even if it was with a fat old man, and there was a certain glow on her face. In those two days alone, she must have been fucked at least fifteen times! Her only complaint was that Ashish wasn't letting her take a bath, nor change her dress -- even her underwear. She hadn't taken a bath for almost five days now, despite all that cum that had been deposited in her cunt, on her face and in her mouth (and sometimes on her boobs). For someone like Vidya, I knew that was driving her crazy. Yet Ashish was very strict on this -- he liked his women stinking and dirty. I wouldn't say Vidya was stinking ... but she had now developed a certain ... aroma.

* * *

On Wednesday night (technically Thursday morning), around 2 am in the night, I was woken up by my phone ringing. It was Vidya, calling from the master bedroom.

"Can you come to our bedroom, darling?" She spoke sweetly. "Uncle wants you here."

Our bedroom. As in hers and Ashish's.

"Are you sure?" I was hesitant. I was sleepy.

"Yes, babe. Uncle is ordering you to come here."

Oh, ordering me.

"Oh, I see, dear. At once, dear. Please tell Sir I am coming."

I felt like I was intruding, even though it was the master bedroom of MY OWN HOUSE! Even as I opened the door, there was a strong smell of sex, sweat and cum in the room. I had to remember -- Neither Ashish nor Vidya had showered for days. And my wife was being fucked ... repeatedly ... and then was asked to wear the same clothes. Again and again. Even her underwear was the same.

The two of them were lying in bed, probably having just fucked. They were naked, of course.

My wife Vidya was resting her head on Ashish's broad hairy chest and caressing his fat paunch. She would occasionally kiss his neck and shoulders. Those kisses showed just how comfortable she was with him, and how much she was loving what he was doing to her. Despite his fat paunch.

He had one arm under and around her, with his hand playing with one of her breasts, tweaking and pressing her nipple. Vidya's legs were spread a little, and I could see some white liquid between my wife's thighs. It was cum -- another man's cum. And by the looks of it, LOTS of cum.

Ashish's thick dark cock was lying across one leg, still wet -- most likely from my wife's own cunt juices as well as his ejaculate. I noticed that even while it was flaccid, his cock was much, much larger than mine. No wonder Vidya had the contented look of a well-fucked woman. A sudden familiar feeling of inadequacy swept over me as Vidya kissed his neck again, paying no heed to me.

"Rajesh!" Ashish's voice boomed, as he continued to play with my wife's melons. "You must be wondering why I called you here."

I had a good idea, but I didn't say that.

"I am here at your service, Sir." I replied. "Please tell me what I can do."

"I hope I didn't wake you up, Rajesh."

"Er ... it's not an issue, Sir." I answered. "I am your servant, Sir. You ordered me here, Sir, and so here I am."

"Good! As you can see, cuckold, I just banged your slut wife some time ago."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"And what do you say, cuckold?"

"Um ... thank you, Sir, for making love to my wife." I had to grovel. "Thank you for showing her a good time, Sir. She seems to enjoy your love making, Sir."

Ashish turned and cupped Vidya's tit.

"Did you enjoy it, beti?"

Vidya blushed, and then nodded shyly.

"You have a big lund, uncle." She commented, stroking her lover's manhood. "And you know what to do with it. I love you, uncle."

"Good. Good. I love you too, beti."

Ashish leaned in towards me wife. I saw them kiss passionately for some time. Then Ashish withdrew and turned to me.

"Her pussy is always wet, Rajesh." He said. "Looks like you don't have staying power. You cum too quickly in her, and this is why she enjoys other men."

"You are right, Sir." I had to acknowledge. "I am happy you are here, Sir, to make love to her properly."

"It's a good thing you accepted your place as a cuckold." Ashish scoffed. "A woman like Vidya needs a real man. She shouldn't be chained to someone like you."

"You are right, Sir."

"Now listen, cuckold! I want to fuck her again, now." Ashish announced. "But I want her cleaned up. You will wipe her pussy clean for me, Rajesh."

"Yes, Sir."

As I went to the bathroom to get some tissues, I heard Ashish say to my wife, "What a good servant your cuckold husband is!"

"Yes, uncle." Vidya replied. "He is very well trained by now!"

"Well trained as a servant, yes." Ashish commented. "But not as a lover. He should watch us now. Maybe he will learn a few things. Now, beti, are you ready to be bedded again?"

"Oh yes, uncle! Please take me as many times as you want, uncle."

I returned from the bathroom and stood next to Vidya. She gave me an awkward smile, and then spread her legs. Thick white gooey cum immediately poured out of her and started to drip down her thighs and onto the sheets, causing her to blush again.

Nonplussed, I used the tissue to wipe her genitals thoroughly clean. It was disgusting, yes, to have to feel and touch another man's cum, especially on your own wife, but I was used to this by now. Ashish continued to play with one of her big tits as I rubbed and cleaned her. I could feel Vidya's pussy purring -- she was revving up for round 2!

I went to the bathroom again to dispose of the tissues. This "clean up" duty was something Mr. Sarun occasionally made me do. No doubt he must have shared stories with Ashish. If nothing else, this ritual reinforced my status in my own house. A cuckold, and a servant to the men who continued to fuck my own wife and use her for their pleasure.

When I returned, Ashish commanded, "Stand over there, Rajesh. You will watch us."

"Yes, Sir."

"Open your zipper and take out your penis."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

Again, this was something Mr. Sarun made me do sometimes. He had lot of fun comparing my cock with his, even as he fucked my wife in front of me. Sometimes he would even ask me to get a tape measure and measure it, and read it out, before making Vidya measure his own size. It wasn't enough that he was cuckolding me, he had to humiliate me and drive home the point.

As Ashish now made me take out my little cock out of my pants, it looked tiny compared to his huge cock. Ashish's cock looked like it was about to burst -- and he wasn't even hard! I could see a little smile on Ashish's lips.

"Vidya wasn't lying." He commented, mostly to himself. I cringed inwardly. So my wife did talk to him -- and perhaps others -- about my girth!

"Now listen to me." Ashish instructed. "As I fuck your wife, you may wank yourself if you like. But I don't want to hear a single noise. No sound from you."

"Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir."

"Vidya, beti." Suddenly Ashish turned to my wife. "Suck me."

"Yes, uncle."

My wife sat up and leaned over. Without casting a glance at me, perhaps out of shame, my wife put her lips around Ashish's penis and started to slowly engulf it. As her tongue expertly flicked his shaft, I could see him get harder and harder, and larger and larger. Ashish kept squeezing one of her boobs as she sucked him. Suddenly he let go of that tit and said, "Enough, beti."

"Yes, uncle." Like a well-trained slut, Vidya immediately stopped sucking his cock. Ashish's hardness was now huge, glistening with her saliva, and the veins sharp in prominence.

Once again, if this was Mr. Sarun, this was the moment when Vidya would have been given a few tight slaps. She had just sucked dick, and was waiting expectantly for her next command. Mr. Sarun loved to slap my wife right after she had sucked him off, or when he was fucking her. Even Balachandra would slap her a few times during their love making. Something about her cheeks and the way she eagerly submitted herself to those men!

Ashish seemed to have no such desires. So far he had not slapped her even once. Instead, now, he ordered my wife to lie down on the bed on her back. Then he glanced at me.

"Such a sexy body your wife has!" He remarked, running his hand over Vidya's big breasts. He was massaging her breast right in front of my eyes. "Such big udders! You are a lucky man, Rajesh."

I didn't feel that lucky standing there watching another man fondle my wife's melons, but what could I say!

"Thank you, Sir." I replied. "She is indeed very sexy. I am a lucky husband, Sir."

"Such a willing slut." Ashish continued, groping her. "Always willing to please."

"I hope I am satisfying you, uncle." Vidya commented, as Ashish ran his hand down her body. "Whatever you want me to do, I will, uncle."

As Ashish started to finger her, Vidya let out a soft moan.

"I have noticed that married women are always more sensitive to other men's touch than their own husbands." He remarked. "Especially a slut like Vidya."

So he too must have fucked other married women!

Ashish's own cock had now grown even larger, getting much broader in girth. It seemed to stare back menacingly at me, with its prominent veins and ridges. That piece of meat had been in my wife almost constantly for the last few days. From time to time Vidya cast a glance at his manhood, as if willing him to start fucking her. She avoided looking in my direction. I could see a big damp spot near her thighs -- she was leaking!

"Stroke me." Ashish suddenly commanded my wife.

Immediately Vidya started to stroke the underside of his organ with her index finger and thumb. She used her other hand to cradle his balls while her fingers pleasured the skin surrounding the ball sack, with occasional forays into his anal orifice. Ashish was now rock hard.

"Enough." Ashish barked. His protuberant dick now lingered menacingly near my wife's well lubricated vagina. Ashish then got up and spread my wife's legs wide open. I watched as he authoritatively entered her pussy. I remained standing there, with my pants around my ankles, my penis out, and watch this fat old man start to fuck my wife. He was penetrating her with commanding power, grinding his manhood deep into her hidden flesh, feeling its enveloping warmth that had once been only for me, but now open for many.

Before long, I couldn't take it anymore -- the grunting from this old fat man, the succulent moans from my wanton wife, Ashish's balls slapping my wife's thigh flesh as he thrusted himself in and out of her, in and out, and my wife's willful participation. I started to cum, right there.

Both Ashish and Vidya looked at me with contempt, pausing only for a moment as I came helplessly onto my clothes. They then ignored me completely and resumed their fucking. Since Ashish had already come once it seemed to take him forever to cum. I watched jealously as he pounded my eager wife like a jackhammer, switching positions a few times, and making her scream with pleasure as she came repeatedly. Only after Vidya was fully exhausted from her orgasms did Ashish start to ejaculate inside her. He remained inside her for a long time before withdrawing.

If I thought that was the end of it for the night I was wrong. I was made to clean up Vidya again, and then watch as Ashish had her once more, this time doggy style. Only then was I dismissed back to the servants' quarters.

* * *

It was Friday afternoon that Vidya suddenly called me on my cell while I was at work. There was a lot of office work pending, but I could hardly concentrate, thinking of what Ashish was doing to my wife at that very moment. It had been almost a week since I had inserted my own penis in my wife. But in that time she was getting her pussy filled daily, numerous times, by an old man. Thankfully tomorrow, Saturday, Ashish was leaving.

"Hi baby! Are you about to take your lunch, dear?" Vidya asked me.

"I haven't had the chance yet, darling." I answered. "I was just about to go to the chaat place down the street ..."

"Well, honey, listen." Vidya lowered her voice slightly. "Uncle ... I mean ... Ashish has finally allowed me to take a bath."

"Wow." I couldn't help but remark. "How did you manage that, babe?"

"Well." Vidya giggled. "It wasn't easy, jaanu. I promised him we can shower together and I will let him rub me all over with soap. And that he can fuck me in my ass in the shower."

"Oh ..."

"Apparently he never had anal sex with his wife Rehana, that too in the bathroom, so he agreed."

Most men used my wife Vidya to fulfill their fantasies they couldn't realize with their own wife.

"It took me almost an hour to take the bath, babe!" Vidya complained. "Uncle ... I mean ... Ashish ... fucked me for a long time. A LOOOONG TIME! My ass was so sore! Even with all that soap! He just kept taking his penis out and pushing it in! And he was hard... and you know how big he is! And I had to stand there, bent over, taking it in my ass. Again and again! Afterwards he wanted to do me again on the bed, but I managed to make him happy with a blowjob."

Wow, this old fat man was fit enough to take my wife twice in the shower!

Vidya then told me the real reason for the call.

"We are going to the mall. Falcon Mall, to be precise. They have those fashionable expensive boutique stores there, and Ashish wants to buy me some gifts. We will be heading out shortly."

Falcon Mall wasn't too far from my work.

"Do you want me to join you?" I asked.

"Er ... not really." Vidya was hesitant. "Uncle said he might want to do something with me at one of the shops."

Do something ...

"I just wanted to let you know where we are going, you know." Vidya said. "Uncle said he wanted to buy me some lingerie."

"I see."

"Also, darling," My wife paused for a moment before continuing, "Happy anniversary."

Oh! I just realized what day it was.

"Oh ... happy anniversary, darling." I replied robotically.

"I ... we ..." My wife was hesitant. "I wish we could celebrate tonight. But ... you know."

She was going to be with another man who was buying her lingerie.

"Yes, dear."

"Don't worry." Vidya reassured me. "This weekend. I will make it up to you."

"Yes, dear."

"Oh, one more thing." Vidya continued. "He ... he knows today is our anniversary. So ... he said ... he is going to make it special for me. I ... just wanted ... to let you know."

"Oh. I see. Thank you dear."

"I love you, jaanu. I have to go ... he's calling me."

"I love you too."

I wonder what Ashish was going to do to make it special for MY wife on OUR anniversary.

* * *

That evening, after dinner, we all retreated to the living room. Ashish was seated on the couch, and Vidya was beside him, and I was standing in front of them, giving Ashish the daily report from the office. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Rajesh." Ashish ordered. "Go and get the door. See what it is. I am expecting a delivery."

"Yes, Sir."

It was a florist delivery, and there was a big bouquet. As I brought them inside the dining room, Ashish said he had ordered the flowers for Vidya.

"Oh wow!" Vidya felt the flowers. They were a mix of long stem red and white roses, along with a few other really exquisite looking ones. "Uncle! These are so pretty! They must be very expensive!"

"Read the card, beti." Ashish instructed. The bouquet came with a card.

Vidya picked up the card.

"To my darling, most beautiful, beti." She read out. "Happy marriage anniversary. From your loving and adoring Uncle, Ashish."

"Oh, uncle! That is sweet!" Vidya gushed. "These are beautiful flowers! And you remembered my marriage anniversary! You are so wonderful, uncle!"

"No flower can be as sweet or as beautiful as you, beti." Ashish replied.

"Oh uncle." Vidya cooed. "I love you!"

Completely ignoring me, she walked over to where Ashish was seated, and plonked herself down on his lap, and threw her arms around his neck.

"You are so thoughtful, uncle!" She said, and then planted a kiss on his cheek. "I love you!"

SMOOCH!

"Such wonderful gifts you gave me today!" She said, and kissed him again. "Your darling beti loves you, uncle!"

SMOOCH!

"I love this chiffon sari that you got me. And the bra!"

SMOOCH!

I watched as she kissed this old man again and again, thanking her for the gifts, the flowers, for remembering the anniversary and so on. The kisses were on his cheeks, but got closer and closer until her lips were on his and they continued like that, kissing passionately, for a long time.

Finally Ashish withdrew from the kiss and turned to me.

"Why are you standing here? Go find a vase and put the flowers in water."

"Er ... yes, Sir. Of course, Sir."

"Idiot." Ashish murmured, before resuming his kissing with my wife.

When I returned to the living room they were still making out. My wife was moaning as Ashish played with her breasts through her blouse. He finally stopped and turned to me.

"Today is your marriage anniversary, cuckold."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"What present is your wife giving you?"

I honestly did not know what to say, so I remained silent. Ashish then turned to my wife.

"What are you giving your cuckold husband, beti?"

Vidya remained silent for a while, before answering, "Uncle, since you are our special guest, and since you are currently the man sharing my bed, today I am not giving my husband anything. However, I am giving something very special to you, Uncle."

Ashish nonchalantly removed the pallu of my wife's sari from her shoulder and then asked, "And what special thing you are giving ME, beti?"

"I am giving myself to you, uncle." Vidya answered. "I am going to spend the night with you, play with you, have sex with you, and do whatever you want me to do, uncle. And you get to fuck another man's wife, on his anniversary, in his own house, on their bed. Not too many people can say that, right, Uncle?"

Ashish didn't immediately reply, but started to tweak Vidya's boobs through her blouse.

"What does your husband say to that, beti?"

Both of them turned towards me. I gulped.

"Sir." I croaked. "It would give me great pleasure for you to make love to my wife on our anniversary, Sir. It would make tonight a very special anniversary for me as well."

Ashish smiled.

"Do you want to watch, cuckold, as I make love to your wife on your marriage anniversary?"

"Er ... yes, Sir. If you kindly allow that, Sir."

I saw my wife roll her eyes and smile. In a way, she knew she was also doing something special for me. She was fulfilling my desire and fantasy to see another man have sex with her on our bed on this specific night. After all -- this was how it all started, with Ramu the milkman. My wife had fucked Ramu as our anniversary present on our third anniversary. And here she was, with Ashish, on our sixth.

Ashish patted my wife on her buttocks.

"Stand up, beti. Good, now take off the sari."

"Yes, uncle."

Obediently my wife stripped away her sari, leaving her only in her blouse and petticoat. She was looking lovely, showing all of her toned tummy and the flesh of her waist, the blouse over her big bosom, and petticoat covering her curvaceous ass. Ashish stood up and wrapped an arm around Vidya's waist.

"Let's go to the bedroom, beti."

"Yes, uncle."

"You, cuckold! Come with us."

"Yes, Sir."

Like a dog, I followed them upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside, Ashish turned towards me.

"Take off your pants. And your underwear. I want you naked."

"Yes, Sir."

"And then go stand in the corner, Rajesh." Ashish commanded. "Be silent and don't make a noise. I don't want to hear you."

"Yes, Sir."

Then, before my eyes, once again, Ashish and Vidya had sex. The special anniversary sex.

They stood right in front of me and French kissed each other deeply, their tongues in each other's mouth, sucking on the other person's lips. As they kissed, their hands wandered over each other. By now Ashish and Vidya were intimately familiar and knew what to do. His hands were running over her big breasts, between her wet legs, caressing her bubbly ass. Her hands were spending most of their time rubbing the bulge in his dhoti.

Finally, Ashish began to unbutton her blouse. My wife avoided glancing in my direction, but suddenly our gaze met. She looked right at me as Ashish unbuttoned and removed her blouse. There seemed to be an unspoken message between us.

Look what this man is doing to me, she seemed to be saying. What this man is doing to your own wife, on your marriage anniversary, on your marital bedroom.

Like any other man, Ashish spent a lot of time playing with Vidya's boobs and her nipples through her bra -- the same expensive bra that he had apparently bought for her today. I could see that Vidya's breasts were perky and her nipples were hard and pointed. It seemed to match the tent in Ashish's dhoti as Vidya softly caressed him there, while her own chest was getting mauled.

Ashish then leaned in and whispered something in Vidya's ear. My wife smiled and nodded. Ashish reached down and gave a tug on the string of her petticoat. As he lowered them down her legs, she again looked directly at me. They didn't make a sound, and I watched in humiliation as my wife stood, clothed only in her underwear, in front of another man.

They once again French kissed. Ashish put a hand between her legs, and inserted a finger into her panties. She responded by moving in rhythm with his strokes; gently at first, then harder.

"Oh uncle!" Suddenly she gave a little moan, and fell into his arms. "OH UNCLE!"

She was now his slut. Up until that moment she had been a little inhibited, especially with me there, and the fact that it was OUR anniversary. But her lover had just made her cum, while standing, with just his fingers, and shared in that most personal and private moment. My wife kissed Ashish the frantic way a lady kisses her lover after having an orgasm. Completely wild, uninhibited, with unbridled passion.

Ashish then stripped her completely naked. He then put a breast in his mouth and started to suck, while his fingers went back between her thighs. Before long, Vidya was moaning again. She began with small gasps which grew into loud cries as her body started to shake. Once more she started to cum, and Ashish was still fully clothed!

As her spasms subsided, Ashish turned to me.

"This is your wife. Naked and ready, in front of you, Rajesh. Yet it is I who is making her cum. It is your anniversary, but you cannot touch her. Now tell me, who is going to fuck your wife on your marriage anniversary, Rajesh?"

"You, Sir." I managed to croak.

"That's right. I am going to screw her, right in front of you. What do you say to that?"

"Thank you, Sir." I abjectly answered. "Thank you for fucking my wife, Sir. Thank you for showing my wife a good time on our anniversary, Sir. Thank you for all those presents you gave her, Sir. The flowers were really lovely, Sir."

Ashish gave my wife's naked bottom a little pinch.

"Do you have something to say, beti?"

"Thank you uncle." My wife graciously replied. "My husband is a cuckold, so thank you for making love to me on my anniversary in front of him, uncle."

With that, she turned her full focus on Ashish. Where he had removed her clothes slowly, tenderly, she basically ripped his off him. She pulled his shirt over his head, and the dhoti was gone in one tug as well. Ashish, the old naked fat man, was ready as his big hard cock sprang out in anticipation.

"Looks like you are fully ready to get it on, uncle!" Vidya grinned. "You must love fucking this beti of yours!"

"Oh yes, beti." Ashish moaned softly as Vidya stroked his hardness. "I love you."

"I love you too, uncle. Let's move this to the bed."

As they moved to the bed, and my wife moved up to rest her head on the pillow, and as he rested beside her, she spread her legs for him.

I couldn't help it any more. I started to cum, right there.

Ashish looked at me, and gave a derisive laugh. Even Vidya gave a soft chuckle.

"Look at him." Ashish scoffed. "He can barely control himself, getting so excited as another man is about to copulate with his wife."

"Shall I ask him to leave, uncle?" Vidya asked. Clearly she didn't want anything to distract from the bonking she was about to get.

"No, beti." Ashish smirked. "He tried to object to some decisions I had made in the office last month, especially with that Nathaliya Mall Group. Now let him watch as I fornicate with his darling wife. On his anniversary."

I was being utterly humiliated, and it had just commenced. I had barely finished my own ejaculation and begun to breathe again, when Ashish began fucking Vidya.

Bonking.

Shagging.

Banging.

Porking.

Screwing.

Whichever word you wanted to use, the old man knew his game, and he was definitely showing my wife a good time. He began slowly, pulling his cock nearly all the way out, then smoothly slipping it all the way in. Vidya was constantly moaning. Sometimes softly, sometimes loudly, then with a combination of moans, gasps and whimpers, and one orgasm led into the next. I simply stood there and watched my wife getting EAGERLY fucked by this old man on our wedding anniversary, and couldn't quite decide how I felt about the whole thing - angry, jealous, but also very turned on, very hot. I could almost cum again.

Sex in one's imagination can be clean. Neat. Well behaved. In reality it is messy. Especially when it's your wife.

Lots of grunting. Spasms. Jerking. Writhing. My wife Vidya, lying splayed in front of me, resembled an animal: no dignity, no manners, no inhibitions, no thoughts of anything except the giant cock stuffed into her pussy. Her body was tensed and twisted in a manner I had only managed a handful of times. Ashish was giving her orgasm after orgasm as he fucked her.

"Oh UNCLE! Oh UNCLE!" She was screaming and begging. "Please cum in me! Please cum in me! PLEASE!!"

"You are so wet, beti!" Ashish grinned, casting a triumphant look at me. "It sure feels good stretching this cunt, beti."

"Oh, uncle! Please cum in me! Please."

I watched as my wife's legs began to wrap tightly around Ashish's hips and her arms went to his neck. Vidya's breasts jiggled deliciously as the pounding from the old man continued without abatement. She was having yet another orgasm. Lying there, on the bed, her legs spread open, her body rippled with convulsions. I had never felt so inadequate in my life before. Ashish kept pounding away. Vidya matched him thrust for thrust, pushing her hips onto him, all the while begging for his cum.

Finally, from his groaning and grunts, I realized that Ashish had started to cum in her. His ass moved like a piston. He remained inside her for a long time. When he finally withdrew, I could see his spunk oozing out of her labia. His own cock glistened with Vidya's juices.

"Happy anniversary, beti." Ashish wished her.

Vidya giggled.

"Thank you, uncle."

I waited for them to dismiss me, but Ashish had other plans. For the next twenty minutes, as I stood there abjectly, he and Vidya made small talk, while occasionally making out. Then Ashish sat up on the bed.

"Vidya." He ordered my wife. "Get up and stand there, beti."

"Yes, uncle." My wife obediently got up and stood on the side of the bed.

"Rajesh!" Ashish turned to me. "Did you watch attentively?"

"Er ... yes, Sir. Of course, Sir."

"See how I held back my own cumming until your wife was screaming and begging for it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"That's how you give pleasure to a woman, Rajesh. You wife loved that. Did you not, beti?"

He had turned back to her as he asked this question.

"Oh yes, uncle." Vidya nodded eagerly, and then blushed. "I ... I am still having trouble standing, uncle, as you can see. I loved it."

"Then we shall not make you stand for long." Ashish announced. He then turned to me.

"Rajesh." My wife's paramour barked and snapped his fingers. "Sit there on the floor."

"Yes, Sir."

Wary and tired after standing for so long, I was glad to have the chance to sit. The hardwood floor felt cold to my naked ass, and there was dried cum on my leg, but I sat down on the floor of the master bedroom.

Ashish remained sitting on the bed and snapped his fingers again.

"Come here, beti. Kneel!"

My wife obediently knelt at his feet. Without wasting any time, Ashish grabbed Vidya by the hair, and pulled her head to his cock, as he leaned back. My wife moved forward and opened her mouth to take in the hard cock. But she wasn't fast enough for the old man, and he grabbed the back of her head with both hands, and yanked her head right into his crotch.

Vidya by now had started to suck on the old man's long cock.

"C'mon, beti." Ashish was saying. "Suck me dry."

He was now fucking my wife's face at full speed. Vidya tried to keep pace, but choked a couple of times when the dick head went in too far. For a man his age, Ashish sure had strength and stamina. He kept one eye on me with an arrogant smirk on his face, his eyes half open. Still holding her head and hair with his right hand, he reached down with his left hand and found her right tit. He squeezed it roughly and rapidly while holding her head onto his cock.

"UNGH!!!!" Vidya moaned and choked as she continued sucking. "UNGH! CHUCCKKK! UNGH!"

Ashish held Vidya's hair in his fist, pulling her head up and down on his erection.

"Yeah, that's good, beti!" He encouraged her. "Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm loving this, beti!"

Vidya's head was bobbing as she sucked Ashish in and out of her mouth. She was moaning with pleasure, her ass rotating in the air. Ashish stopped playing with her tit, took that hand and inserted three fingers between her legs and into her exposed cunt. His fingers were glistening with lubrication when he pulled them out and roughly shoved one, and then two, and, finally, the third finger into my wife's anus.

"Look Rajesh!" He boasted. "Your wife is my slut!"

"Yes, Sir. It is my honour that my wife serve you, Sir."

"And what do you say, beti?"

Vidya could only acknowledge with her eyes. It was hard to talk with a cock stuffed in your mouth.

Suddenly Ashish tapped her on her head.

"Stand up, beti."

He took his cock out of her mouth, and made her stand up. Then he gave my wife's ass a resounding slap, leaving a red mark.

SPANK!

"She has nice buttocks, Rajesh." Ashish continued to humiliate me. "A gaand that I will now spank."

SPANK!

SPANK!

Vidya was spanked for a few minutes, as her buttocks became more and more red. Then Ashish took my naked wife and made her straddle him, while facing him. As she straddled him and sat down, his cock now plunged into her.

"UMMMMMPPPH!" My wife could only cry out as the giant penis went inside her. Vidya's eyes were closed, and I could see the expression on her face, which I viewed as a combination of pain and humiliation at having been spanked, but also deep arousal as the cock went deep inside her.

As he started to fuck her hard, her expression changed to pure lust, with a wanton pucker appearing on her lips.

"OOOOOOOH! UNCLE! OOOOOH!"

"Yeah, you love it, don't you, beti?" The arrogant old man grunted.

"Yes, YES!" My shameless wife replied with just a little smile. "I love YOU!! Ohhh, YEAH! UNNNGGG!"

Vidya's arms were now wrapped tightly around Ashish and she was moving her head back and forth. The bed squeaked as she got pounded.

"UNNGG! HUNNGG! HUMMMG!"

I saw Ashish raise one hand.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

Ashish spanked her butt, several times, pretty hard. I could hear the slaps echo through the room. Vidya's buttocks started to become red, even as she was getting pounded in the cunt. Ashish spanked her hard again, and again, and again, and thrust faster.

"UNNGG! HUNNGG! HUMMMG!" My wife could only scream in ecstasy. "I love you uncle! I love you! Please cum in me! Please!"

Ashish methodically pumped faster, and deeper. Vidya moaned louder, moving her head back and forth, her eyes closed, her mouth open. She writhed her body as she sat on him, moving her long fingers around his slender shoulders and back.

"OOOOHHHH. UNCLE! OHH!"

Vidya shuddered and gyrated, and dug her fingernails into Ashish's back until I could see the scratches on him from the other side of the room. I could now see Ashish's face contort. This time he had timed his orgasm to match hers. He was ejaculating inside her.

Again.

"OOHHHHHH! OHHHHH!" Vidya was now slowing down, and Ashish stopped pumping, apparently having cum. But he stayed inside her, resting in her while Vidya continuing shuddering through her long orgasm.

* * *

It was late at night when I found myself suddenly awake. After a couple of minutes, I realized where I was. Instead of the servants' quarters, I was on the floor of our master bedroom. I was sleeping on the floor.

I glanced around to the huge room, but before long the noises made themselves apparent.

My wife was moaning, distant, but near. I sat up, stomach once again in that now familiar knot, dick once again standing at attention. I slowly peered across the room to the bed. Vidya's groans grew louder, and the noises of their bodies mating began to make an appearance as the moonlight suddenly filtered through the window. I glanced into the bed and saw them, naked, fucking.

Ashish the old man had Vidya doggy style on the bed. I looked on as my wife's large tits bounced violently as he took her from behind. Her ass jiggled as she received his assault. It was similar to the scene from earlier that evening, but their words were more inciting.

"Oh beti, I love your tight pussy." Ashish grit his teeth and smacked my wife's ass, pumping his organ in and out of her as he spoke.

"Oh fuckkk..." Vidya's moans were passionate and unshackled, she looked back into his eyes. "Uncle, I love your big cock. I love you, uncle."

Their words were hushed. Vidya continued to moan as Ashish continued to drill her behind. The old man grabbed some of her hair, picking up speed, his large nuts smacking into my wife's clit as he shagged her. He was in total control of my sweetheart.

"Vidya, who do you belong to?" He asked her as he bonked her.

"I am your slave girl, uncle." Vidya replied. "I am Mr. Sarun's rakhel. I belong to all of you. I am your slave. OOOH UNCLE!"

I could see a small red light on one corner of the nightstand. With a start, I realized it was Ashish's phone, recording their every move. I wondered what else Ashish had recorded this whole week.

He smacked my wife on her ass again, this time harder. Her cheeks rippled in response. I looked on as Vidya's toes began to curl. She groaned again, closing her eyes as an orgasm brewed deep within her loins. Once again he smacked her ass, causing her to shake. She moaned again, his pace quickening, her tits bouncing as his cock reached depths of her womanhood that I had ever been. She turned her face to look at her lover with full lust.

"Uncle. Cum in me, uncle. Cum in your beti."

They both moaned deeply, lowly, truly. He was making his last night with my wife count. Vidya squealed as her ass bucked back into his crotch, milking him as he released his seed deep into her womb. Her hands clutched into the bed sheets, her toes curled violently. His massive scrotum pulled up into his shaft as it pulsed, unleashing rope after rope of potent seed deep into my wife. She screamed in complete pleasure as this man claimed her in every primal sense of the word.

* * *

I woke up around day break. This time there was no noise. Ashish and Vidya were both fast asleep. I got up, stood and walked towards the bed.

I looked at my sleeping wife before beginning to gently examine her. Vidya's body was fully covered with sweat. Her hair was completely disheveled and stuck on her head and face, due to the sweat. There were deep bite marks, on her neck and breasts. Her nipples too had a few bite marks. There were deep red marks on her thighs and buttocks, where Ashish had spanked her painfully. Her pubic hair was matted with Ashish's semen, which was still dripping out of her vagina, over her thighs and on to the bed.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. Ashish's flight was in six hours. Soon we would be rid of him. I slowly gathered my clothes and exited the room. I was still their servant as long as he was here. I still had to make breakfast and serve them.

Twenty minutes later I came back to the room to see if they had woken up. I knocked, but didn't hear an answer. I opened the door, only to hear more moans and groans. I heard the shower start and realized that the noises were coming from the big attached bathroom. I parted the door slightly and peeked into the steam to see them both in our over-sized tub, Vidya bent forward, the water striking her back as Ashish shoved his morning erection in and out of my wife's asshole.

I gently closed the door and crept out of the bedroom.

* * *

It was Saturday evening. My wife and I finally got to celebrate our anniversary. She had rested all day, while I had thoroughly cleaned the house, especially the bedroom (changing all the sheets, etc.). In the evening, we went out to one of our favourite restaurants. The later, once we were in bed, we had sex.

It was great sex. Vidya made sure to arouse me completely, before I climbed into her and ejaculated inside her. There were lots of kisses from her, soothing lovely words, and stroking as I pumped my seed into her.

For a long time after I had cum, we snuggled together, enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies. Vidya then leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

SMOOCH!

"Happy belated anniversary, darling."

"Thank you, dear."

She was resting on my arm, so I cupped her ass cheek. She kissed me again as I groped her bottom.

SMOOCH!

"You are so sweet, babe." She said, giving a beautiful smile. "Trying to be a little manly by groping my ass!"

"Oh, I am sorry dear."

"Don't be!" Vidya kissed me again.

SMOOCH!

"Grope away, my beloved!"

I cupped her ass again, and then placed a finger in her anus. Before long, I put another near her cunt. She was still very wet, and not just from my ejaculate.

"How does it feel, babe," She asked, "To feel some cum on my thighs, and know that it is your own cum, and not another man's!"

"It feels great, dear!" I honestly replied. "I love you so much!"

"I love you too, honey."

We kissed again, slowly. Vidya was stroking me, urging me to get hard again. As we kissed and she continued to play with my cock, Vidya decided to bring up another topic.

"Darling, tomorrow my mother will be here in the afternoon."

"Babe." I joked. "Stroking me while mentioning your mother is not a ... good ... combo."

Vidya flashed me a naughty grin.

"Why? My mom's a very sexy lady." Vidya said, stroking me. "Nice ass, very bubbly. Good sized boobs, and nice cheekbones. You will be a lucky man if you bonk her."

"Oh Vidya, stop it!"

We both laughed, and then Vidya decided to take the mischief to another level.

"I know what will get you rock hard again." She said, wrapping her fingers around my cock firmly. She took a pause and then said, "Think of last week, as Ashish fucked me on this bed, again and again."

My cock gave a sudden twitch, which wasn't lost on either of us. Vidya gave a small grin.

"Oh, baby. Must we talk about him." I protested. "He already humiliated me enough."

"Not as much as Mr. Sarun does, when he is here." Vidya commented. We both knew it was true.

"Was it ... different for you?" I asked. "Mr. Sarun and Ashish, I mean."

Vidya suddenly stopped stroking me and withdrew her hand. She seemed to think about it.

"Well ... Mr. Sarun is more ... commanding." She reflected. "When he is here, he just ... takes charge. He is in complete control, and he makes me do depraved things. Later on, sometimes, I wonder why I did those, but in the moment ... I don't know ... something happens to me. I just lose control."

"And Ashish?"

"Definitely. He was different." Vidya replied, after thinking about it for a minute. She resumed stroking me as she continued, "It was pure sex. Sometimes a blowjob, and sometimes he would spank my ass, but that was it. All he wanted was sex. All week long, my mouth and cunt, and sometimes my ass, was open for business. He could just fuck me again and again, all the way into the wee hours of the morning."

"He certainly had some stamina!" I admitted. I also realized I was getting hard as I talked about his sex with my wife. "Especially for an old man. I wonder how he managed ... to ... get it up ... He must be taking some medicine."

"I didn't see any." Viday professed. "He just ... was able to get it going again!"

"He must have done you three times last night." I argued. "There MUST be some pill ..."

"Actually," Vidya confessed. "He had me six times last night. SIX!"

"Oh."

I gulped. In a weird way, it made sense. It was our sixth marriage anniversary. Vidya got fucked by him for each year she was married to me.

"I am sorry." I told her. "On our anniversary too. I should have told Mr. Sarun."

Vidya shook her head.

"No, my darling cuckold husband! Don't be sorry. In a way, this was a very enjoyable anniversary gift!"

"Oh!" I felt inwardly a moment of sadness. I thought at least she would commiserate and say it was ok. But Vidya seemed to have relished it.

My wife must have sense my mood, because she reached out and gently stroked my member. It was lying flaccid after I had cum, but Vidya's ministrations slowly made it spring back to life.

"Don't misunderstand me, darling." Vidya said, as she continued to stroke me. "I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. And especially the way he put you in your place. But now ... I am here ... for you ... Come, my love. Let's make love."

"Yes, babe." Something was bothering me, and I had to ask. "Darling, I HAVE to ask one thing."

Vidya sighed. "What is it, dear?"

"You told him, so many times," I recounted, "'Uncle, I love you.' You said 'I love you' to him so many times. You never say that to ... any other man ... that ... um ... fucks you. Why him? Why Ashish?"

Vidya sighed again.

"O my jaanu! Don't think about it too much. Don't worry! I say things when I am ... in the middle ... of an orgasm. It doesn't mean much. There's only one man I really love. You know who that is?"

I looked at her. Vidya leaned in and gave me a long kiss.

"Happy sixth anniversary to the world's best husband, my love. I love YOU. With all my heart. Now come, make love to me. I am your woman. Take me."

"Yes, my love."

I don't know what Vidya said, or explained, but I didn't care. I LOVED HER.

Four more months ...