My Indian Slut Wife Vidya - Part 10

"That was Sirjee." Vidya announced, as she ended her phone call.

"Yes, I realized that." I replied, immediately getting nervous. "What did Mr. Sarun want?"

It was evening, and we were both seated on the couch in the living room, having just finished watching a movie. We were still both snuggled up closely under the one blanket, when Mr. Sarun had called my wife on her cellphone. And then I had to jealously spend the next fifteen minutes sitting and listening to my wife laugh, giggle, smile and occasionally blush (like a schoolgirl talking to her crush) as she had a long talk with this old man.

This old man, Sirjee - as my wife Vidya called Mr. Sarun - was of course my big boss and the CEO of the company I worked for. You can also fairly say that Mr. Sarun was our master, and both my wife and I were his mere slaves. The difference was that my wife enjoyed being Mr. Sarun's slave girl and his chattel and his bitch, and for me it was pure emotional torture, given my education and social standing, and the fact that he was banging my wife.

As those of you who are reading my stories know, for the last eight months Mr. Sarun has been fucking my wife at will, while treating me as a mere servant whenever he was here at my house. I am an object of ridicule as he humiliates me while he repeatedly cuckolds me, often fucking my wife in front of me. Or in front of his servants. Or having his servants fuck my wife.

Mr. Sarun was in India every month, visiting from USA, and my wife was his local cum dump and his loyal whore and smitten slave girl. I don't know if it was his big cock, or his vast wealth, or his tall and dark good looks, or his athletic body, or his skills in bed, but my wife let Mr. Sarun do WHATEVER he wanted to her.

With some of her other lovers, Vidya did seem to have SOME limits, but Mr. Sarun enjoyed a full pass. He would fuck her in any of her holes - stretching her pussy, or cumming violently in her ass, or having her swallow as he ejaculated gallons of cum down her throat.

He would often spank her harshly, leaving her milky white buttocks cherry red and bruised. He would cane her callously, with her ass and thighs often bearing the marks of his strap, his belt or his cane. He regularly loved to slap her until her cheeks were flushed, especially she was sucking him off - and my wife was tolerant and willing to obey his every whim. Even though he was old enough to be her father, he did whatever he wanted to my wife. Often in front of me, knowing I was powerless to intervene.

And it wasn't just him fucking or using my Vidya under our arrangement. Last month I had found out that Mr. Sarun even had other men occasionally fuck my wife. There were times Mr. Sarun had asked Vidya to travel to a resort rather than him visit my house, and I had found out last month that in those resorts, Vidya would often spend the entire week being repeatedly gangbanged by Mr. Sarun's friends and associates.

Just two weeks ago, if you recall my last writing, it was the turn of our Board member Ashish to enjoy my hospitality at our house - and ravish my wife's body.

For close to a week this old man Ashish stayed at our place, and in my bedroom, and in my wife. For seven days Ashish was constantly making love to my wife. He made Vidya call him 'uncle', and she was his 'beti'. All this time, Ashish treated me like a mere servant, and sometimes called me in to "watch and learn" as his large cock was constantly in and out of my wife. Despite his age, and his paunch, Ashish made my wife cum time after time, and she was constantly moaning and taking his name as she got fucked.

What really got me worried ... and aroused ... was the number of times she told him, "I love you."

It was now two weeks since Ashish's departure. And just last week my wife had started her period. She just finished yesterday. Vidya did not let me fuck her on her periods, so I was kept happy with a couple of handjobs and one blowjob. I was looking forward to resuming normal conjugal relations with her, again, just like I had after Ashish had left, when Mr. Sarun had called.

"What did he want?" I nervously asked, as Vidya hung up, wearing a smile on her lips.

"He has ordered us to go to Goa tomorrow." Vidya announced. "For a week! His secretary will be emailing us the flight details soon."

"Goa?" I was curious. "What's going on there? Is Mr. Sarun coming to India?"

"There's an emergency board meeting." Vidya said. "Apparently, it's all secretive, so the rest of the company doesn't know, but the Board is meeting this week in Goa due to a sudden crisis. All week long! And Mr. Sarun wants us to be there also. Us. Both you and me."

I wonder what the crisis was that I, as a senior employee in the company, didn't know. An all-week long Board meeting!

"But what will we do there?" I asked. "We are not on the Board. At least ... not until we got those shares."

"I know." Vidya smiled. "Four more months to go for that."

That was one of the reasons why we were Mr. Sarun's slaves. There were still four months before the shares he made into Vidya's name matured, and she became a legitimate partner in the company's ownership.

"Yes. Four more months." I repeated her words. "So ... what are we doing there? And does he want us for the WHOLE week?"

Vidya grinned. It was the grin of a woman who knew a secret that her husband didn't.

"Darling. Sirjee will be spending a week in Goa while his wife is back in the US. Do you really have to ask why he wants ME there?"

"Oh."

Of course! How stupid I was! I now understood.

"He will have meetings during the day. He wasn't planning to come to India this month, but now he has to. For a week." Vidya told me. "So ... I guess ... he decided the Goa resort was a good place to have the meetings. Nice weather on the beach. And later ... in the evening and in the night ... he can ... um ... enjoy the time with me. Good thing my period just ended."

... enjoy the time with me ...

That was my wife's euphemism for saying she would be his slut for the duration, engaged in adultery and debauchery all week. She would be sucking his cock, licking his ass, giving him a blow job, a rim job, or taking it up in her ass, along with getting fucked in her pussy. She would be slapped, spanked, caned or whipped - as I said, Mr. Sarun had pretty dark tastes in bondage. And not just Mr. Sarun.

If previous trips and what Ashish said was true, Vidya would also be servicing other men, as and when my boss demanded. She was the prize - the bait - that was sometimes used to get a crucial Board vote, or a show of support, or reward. I knew that my wife - and her pussy and ass - was going to be in a lot of demand for the next week. So much for my plans of having her to myself.

"But why does he want me there?" I repeated my question.

Vidya shrugged.

"Darling." She commented. "He didn't ask if you wanted to go. He was ordering you to go."

"Oh. Still ..." I was a bit hesitant. "Did he really want me to come?"

"Do you want me to repeat his exact words?" Vidya asked.

I took a deep breath and nodded. I knew it was probably going to be something demeaning and insulting, and mentally prepared myself for the humiliation.

"Well," My wife took a deep breath of her own, "He told me, 'Vidya, my bitch, pack your sluttiest lingerie and your smallest bikinis and swimsuits. And tell that pathetic cuckold husband of yours he is to come as well. For the whole week. I need a servant to take care of us, and that incompetent cuckold is perfect for the role.' That's what he said, darling."

"Oh." I swallowed. "I guess that's it then. I will have to go. I am a pathetic and incompetent cuckold after all."

Vidya snuggled closer to me and flashed me a beautiful loving smile, which momentarily obscured her concerned look as I remained troubled.

"Are you sure you want to go on this trip, darling?" She asked me sympathetically. "Shall I call and beg Sirjee to excuse you? You know he will just insult you and demean you ... and make you watch as he ... enjoys himself with me."

... enjoys himself with me ...

I didn't say anything, but just shook my head.

"No, I guess I better travel to Goa. If Mr. Sarun ordered us, we better obey."

"Are you sure? Really? I mean, you know what's going to happen with me, and your boss, right? And his friends." Vidya cautioned me. "It ... might be ... hard for you to see, my love. As they ... um ... enjoy themselves with me."

... enjoy themselves with me ...

I didn't say anything, again, but just nodded. As I said, I had a rough idea what was going to happen with her.

Vidya reached under the blanket and rubbed my manhood.

"Tell me what's bothering you, my love."

I sighed, as Vidya gave me a good stroke.

"Babe." I spoke cautiously. "I know I have a small penis. I can never fully satisfy you with my penis. But ... Mr. Sarun ... he is so old! I really don't know what you see in him."

Vidya laughed for some time. She then continued to stroke me.

"He is old, yes." My wife agreed. "But not that old. And he is virile - boy, is he virile! He once made love to me seven times in one night! Can you do that? No, you can't. And of course, that giant cock of his! When it's inside me ... baby ... I cannot describe it."

"I guess it's that." I reflected. "He does have a big one."

"It's not just his big lund." Vidya gently rubbed my balls. "He is so ... athletic! You - you have a flabby body, my love. Meanwhile Sirjee, he ... he's strong. He's a man's man. And that's why he easily makes me his bitch."

My cock gave a little jump, which did not escape Vidya's attention.

"I want his cock all the time. I can lick his balls any day." She announced. "And OOOOOH he goes so deeeeep! You don't go where he can, darling."

My manhood was quite hard now. Vidya gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek. It hadn't escaped her attention that I grew hard every time she talked about my boss owning her.

"I love you so much, my love." She said, continuing to stroke my manhood. "You are the best husband a wife could have. I love these moments with you - cuddling, watching your favourite movie, talking with you about my other lovers, and enjoying the soothing growth of your little penis in my hand as you imagine your boss fucking me, slapping me, spanking me. I love you, babe."

"Yes, dear." I mumbled. "I love you too. But I have one more question."

Vidya leaned over and kissed me on my lips.

"What's your question, darling?" She asked, as she played with my balls, while kissing me again on my lips.

I took a deep breath. It was a question that had been plaguing me for some time.

"After four months, what happens?" I asked, and the words started to flow out of my mouth in a hurry. "I mean, we get the stocks, we are rich, so we don't have to ... do this. You ... don't have to do ... him. So ... um ... will you ... stop seeing him?"

For some time, my wife didn't speak. Vidya's hands didn't move either, even though she still kept holding my balls.

"Darling." She finally answered. "It's a good question. But remember ... I get the stocks ... in theory, I get rich. Remember, he made the stocks in my name."

I swallowed.

"Yes, darling. I know. You are not planning to leave me then, are you?"

Vidya laughed. Then she went in and gave me a deep kiss, all the while fondling my balls. Finally, after the kiss, she flashed me a smile.

"Do you know that your boss - Sirjee - has recently asked me about ... um ... carrying his baby?"

"WHAT?!" My jaw fell to the floor. Of all things, I wasn't expecting this.

"Yes." Vidya sighed, as she gave my balls a gentle tug. "Recently, he seems to have become obsessed with the idea that I should become pregnant. By him. He wants to ... in his words ... 'breed' me. As if I am a cow!"

"But why?"

I couldn't believe it. Mr. Sarun had never shown that he had any interest in Vidya beyond fucking her. I remember the very first night when we had met him at his house in Kolkata, seated by the pool, where he had graphically described what he wanted to do to my wife.

"In fact, Rajesh," He had said, "I am going to soon take your wife to my bed and treat her like the whore she is. Any problems?"

"No, Sir." I had meekly answered.

"Good. Her choot (pussy) is mine, her hoton (lips) is mine, her gaand (ass) is mine. Is that clear?"

"Er, yes, Sir." I had replied like a cowardly cuckold. What else could I say? "Of course, Sir."

"Good! And for the rest of the week, while she may remain your wife, but she will be my raakhel, my whore. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

There it was. He was not interested in making Vidya his wife. She was to remain MY wife, while he enjoyed her body. The next month, when he had visited us at our house, and formalized the transfer of the shares, he had been even more clear about it.

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

At that time I had wondered who this 'few of his closest circle' was. Now I knew. All members of his closest circle were interested in banging my wife. Or have already banged my wife.

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

... enjoying your wife physically ...

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I had flushed even as I had thanked him. As a man and a husband, I had thanked another man for fucking my wife! No wonder I was called a 'pathetic cuckold'.

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

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

That had been last year. So now ... why ... did he want to impregnate her?

Vidya must have seen the confusion in my eyes.

"I am puzzled too, dear." She said, as she began to stroke me again. "Lately Mr. Sarun had asked me quite a few times if I wanted to stop being on birth control, and fuck him exclusively, so I can get pregnant by him. He wants to, as I said, 'breed' me. And carry his child. Of course, on paper, it will be our child. You will be the father. But unofficially, Mr. Sarun will pay for everything."

"But darling," I paused, and then continued, "Once we ... you ... get those shares, we ... I mean you ... will be rich too. So ... why does he want to do this?"

"I don't know." Vidya shook her head. "I didn't tell him no, of course. I want those shares first in our hands. I said I will think about it. But, my love ... don't worry about it. I won't stop being on birth control. I know that will be a step too far for us."

She said 'our'!

I want those shares first in OUR hands, she said ...

"Thank you, babe."

Vidya leaned over once again, and this time kissed me deeply, sucking on my lips. I began to forget about my boss, about my wife being his slut, and just enjoyed the kiss.

"Would you like to take this upstairs, babe?" She asked, caressing my cock, while licking my lips with her tongue. "It might be the last night you get me to yourself for the next week or so, my dear. From tomorrow, I am going to be your boss's fuck toy. His cum dump. His slut."

I nearly came right there.

"Er ... yes, dear." I mumbled again. "Thank you, my love."

"Wow, honey." My wife giggled. "You are very hard! Whenever I talk about my pussy belonging to your boss, you get very aroused. I bet you like to see me be his cum slave?"

"I ..." I was at a loss for words, trying desperately not to cum.

Vidya laughed, and withdrew her hand from my cock. She raised her hand and gently patted my cheeks, before raising her hand. I knew what was coming.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Come, my love." She cooed, rubbing where she had slapped me twice in quick succession. "My dear cuckold. Let's go upstairs. I want to make these cheeks of yours very, very red, before I allow you to cum in me. Then I want to spank your ass before making you cum again."

Later that night, as I lay on the bed, my cheeks red from my wife's slaps, and my buttocks red from her spanking, but my balls thoroughly drained of all cum, and my wife lay contentedly next to me, I reflected on Vidya's plans and intentions for the next 4 months. We were playing a dangerous game, leading Mr. Sarun on, hoping he would be true to his words about the shares, while keeping ourselves free of his manipulation afterwards. I just hoped Vidya would remember all this next week as she would enjoy orgasm after orgasm.

* * *

"Is the taxi here?" My wife asked, as she fidgeted with her dress.

"Not yet." I answered. "Ten more minutes."

"Good." Vidya then figured the mangalsutra, a necklace that every married Hindu woman wore. "Did you do what I asked you to, Rajesh?"

"Yes," I nodded. "You were lucky I had the equipment at home."

Vidya smiled.

"I never doubted you, honey."

* * *

The 1 hour 10 min long flight from Pune to Goa was an uneventful affair. As we landed in Goa, I the warm weather and humidity immediately became apparent. Our flight had landed just twenty minutes after Mr. Sarun's flight had landed, so he was already waiting in the terminal when we got there.

"Ah, Vidya." He smiled, seeing my buxom wife. "Always a treat for my old eyes."

My wife Vidya was a naturally tall, athletic, and voluptuous lady, and right now she was wearing a blue sari that was wrapped so tightly around her body that all her curves were on display. Her petticoat ended just below her navel, with her waist exposed, and her blouse was a small noodle strap bra type blouse, struggling to contain her bursting breasts. The thin chiffon sari's pallu was draped to the side of her body and across her shoulder. On her neck was the mangalsutra. Vidya also had sindoor (vermillion that also only married Hindu ladies wore) on her forehead.

The eyes of the whole terminal seemed to be on her as she walked past me, and I could see why. The back of her sari clung to her buttocks, and the contour of her rump was apparent with every step she took. Her boobs and her ass cheeks jiggled delightfully as she sauntered across the terminal to where my tall and strapping boss was waiting for her.

"Oooh, Sirjee!" Vidya squealed as my boss wrapped his arms around my wife in a bear hug. "So lovely to see you again, Sirjee!"

His hand was massaging her breast through her thin blouse, and his other hand was groping her butt while his mouth was firmly pressed on hers. I could hear some voices around the terminal, no doubt wondering what such a young lady was doing being kissed like this by an older man. If this was any other place in India this would have caused a scene - but this was Goa.

Mr. Sarun finally stopped kissing my wife and turned to me.

"Rajesh." He acknowledged my presence, while his hand remained clasped on my wife's buttocks. "Get my luggage, will you? It's right there."

"Yes, Sir."

I, the Lead Project Manager of Operations, was being treated like a mere servant by my boss while he publicly groped my wife's ass. I took his suitcase and put it on a cart, along with my and Vidya's carry-ons.

"Come." Mr. Sarun clucked his tongue impatiently, while continuing to fondle my wife's bottom. "Don't be so slow, you idiot. The hotel shuttle is waiting."

"Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir." My face flushed with embarrassment as my boss humiliated me in front of my wife, who merely grinned. By now she was used to my boss berating and scolding me in front of her and treating me like a plain servant.

"He still cannot believe you invited him to this resort, Sirjee." My wife giggled. "He kept asking me, 'are you sure he wants me also'. I had to tell him you ordered both of us here."

"This time I booked a big suite." Mr. Sarun replied, as we started to walk towards the exit. "The hotel wanted to provide a butler, but I thought, why not have your husband be of some use for a change?"

A couple of women nearby heard Mr. Sarun refer to me as Vidya's husband, while his own hand was fondling her. I heard a muffled giggle and a snigger from them as I finished loading the cart with the luggage, while I blushed a bright red with embarrassment.

"Oh, Sirjee." My wife laughed naughtily. "And what use will you have for me?"

My boss's reply was to playfully caress and then pinch Vidya on her fleshy buttocks, making her yelp. As I watched, she took his arm, and rested her head on his broad shoulders. I merely followed them at a distance like an obedient servant.

In about twenty minutes, the hotel's shuttle had taken us from the airport to the beautiful resort. It was a lovely place, filled with beautiful gardens and cottages and a huge central building. Soon we were in the lobby of the expensive seaside resort.

"Mr. Sarun." The receptionist greeted my boss with a smile. "And Mrs. Vidya Mathur! We are always glad to see our respected clientele return to us!"

So, my boss has been here before with Vidya.

"Good to see you too, Rahul." Mr. Sarun smiled. He seemed to know the young receptionist by name. "And this is my ... servant ... Rajesh."

"Yes, Mr. Sarun." Rahul the receptionist merely gave me a nod before turning back to my boss. "We have your suite ready, Sir. It's a two-bedroom suite, as you requested. Ocean view, with a large balcony."

"Good." Mr. Sarun nodded.

I knew why my boss wanted a big balcony. He liked to fuck Vidya out in the open. Now that we have a huge backyard with a swimming pool and a tall fence, he would regularly bang her in the evening on the deck by the pool under the open sky. In his mansion in Kolkata, he had one balcony on the third floor that looked out to the street. He had a habit of regularly fucking my wife on that balcony at least once or twice. It was a way to have sex publicly with Vidya while still not having sex publicly. Not that Vidya minded, of course. Nowadays, there was very little she said no to.

"Sir." Rahul the receptionist hesitated a bit. "If you like, we can switch you to a private grand suite, and ... um ... your servant Ramesh can be put in an adjoining room. All at no extra charge, of course."

"Rajesh." Mr. Sarun corrected. "My servant's name is Rajesh."

... My servant's name ...

"Er ... yes, Sir. Sorry, sir. Rajesh can be in a separate room, close by."

I knew why the hotel were suggesting this. They thought ... correctly ... since that my boss was here with a lovely lady, he would welcome the privacy, and I - the servant - would be better off in a nearby room. But my boss had other plans.

"No, the two-bedroom suite would be fine." He said. "Rajesh will have his own room, and Mrs. Vidya Mathur and I will have our own room."

Mrs. Vidya Mathur. Everyone here knew that the lady with Mr. Sarun was in reality someone else's wife.

"As you wish, Mr. Sarun." Rahul smiled and handed him two keyfobs. "Each room, of course, has its own enclosed bathrooms, and one common kitchenette. Why don't you go ahead, Sir, and we will have your luggage up in a minute."

"Oh, don't worry," My boss waved a hand and pointed at me. "My servant Rajesh can take care of it."

* * *

The suite was huge. It was really ... really huge. I wonder how much of the company's money was being used to finance this. Mr. Sarun was the CEO after all.

"Rajesh." My boss ordered, turning to me once we were inside. "Go put your luggage in your room, and then come and put ours in our room - the master bedroom."

"Yes, Sir." I nodded, as I watched my boss and wife enter the master bedroom (or "our room" as he said). His hand was still on her ass, constantly probing, fingering, pinching and groping. I wondered how wet my wife already was. I also wondered how soon it was before he started to fuck her.

My room was nice, as can be expected in a five-star resort. It had a big Queen-sized bed, and was luxuriously furnished, and had its own bathroom. There was a large ceiling to floor glass door that opened to the balcony outside. The large balcony was shared with the master bedroom, and of course faced the ocean.

I then stepped out and picked up my wife's carry on in one hand, and my boss's suitcase in the other, and made my way into their room.

It was a huge room.

The bed was King size (but of course). There was splendid furniture all around, a big TV, and of course, the attached bathroom was full marble finishing, and even had a hot tub Jacuzzi inside.

Not to mention, there were mirrors on the ceiling. The hotel had thought of everything!

I placed the luggage by one side, and then looked to where my boss and Vidya were.

They were already out on the balcony, and the door to the balcony from the room was open.

"It's so nice out here, Sirjee." My wife commented. "I really love it every time we come here. It must be so expensive!"

"I am glad you like it, babe." Mr. Sarun was magnanimous. He caressed my wife's waist, and then said, "You are my sluttiest side chick, Vidya. I don't mind spending on you, I don't care how expensive it is! Of course, the company is paying ... haha!"

You are my sluttiest side chick ... which means there are others. I wonder if they are all married. And if Mr. Sarun wanted to 'breed' all of them.

"Oh, Sirjee." Vidya giggled. "Just take a look at the ocean. The whole beach. What a lovely beach! What a great view!"

"Vidya." Suddenly my boss's voice was commanding. "Just bend over ... slightly ... on the railing. Will you? Lean over, only slightly."

"Er ... yes, Sirjee."

My wife did as my boss - our master - instructed, and leant over slightly, looking at the ocean, while her butt protruded out back to the room.

"Now there's a nice view!" Mr. Sarun exclaimed.

"Oh, Sirjee." Vidya laughed. "You are so naughty. You are making me so wet."

She didn't move, however. She knew what was coming next. There was only one reason she had been asked, nay ordered, to bend over like this.

SPANK!

Mr. Sarun raised his right hand and hit my wife sharply across her shapely bottom.

"Oh, Sirjee." Vidya crooned.

SPANK!

SPANK!

Again and again he smacked her on her ass, while Vidya grasped the railings tightly with her fingers and held on.

SPANK!

SPANK!

I wondered if anyone was watching them now. Anyone who was on another balcony could possibly see them - a beautiful young lady bent over the railing while an older man was beating her on the buttocks.

Mr. Sarun then pinched my wife and asked her to stand up. He stood behind her, his hands around her, and started to kiss her on the nape of her neck.

"Oh Sirjee." Vidya was moaning. "I am so horny. Please let's go to bed."

My wife was begging to be fucked! Mr. Sarun, however, was prolonging her torture.

"In a bit, Vidya. I could tell from the way you are behaving, Vidya, that you need a good fuck." My boss remarked, as his hands moved on to grope her melons. "I could see you are very, very aroused, Vidya. Your man mustn't have satisfied you much last week."

"Oh, Sirjee. You KNOW my husband cannot satisfy me at all. Ever! He has a very small cock."

There was a time when Vidya would at least pretend to defend my honour in front of Mr. Sarun. Those days were long gone.

Mr. Sarun grinned as he continued to molest my wife's big tits. He then glanced around.

"Rajesh!" He called out loudly. "Where the fuck are you?"

"Er ... I am here, Sir." Suddenly called to attention, I walked up to the door.

"Good." His hands moved to my wife's blouse buttons. "Stand over there, cuckold. I want you to watch as I strip your slutty wife."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Oh, Sirjee." My wife was moaning as Mr. Sarun continued to unbutton her blouse buttons. "You can strip me any time. Any where!"

He was undressing her right on the balcony! Her blouse was taken off and flung to one corner of the balcony. Mr. Sarun, standing behind my wife, was grinding against her bottom while his hands scooped out both of her boobs out of her bra.

"Now this is a more natural view." Mr. Sarun commented, as he tweaked her nipples.

"Oh, Sirjee." My wife continued to moan like an animal in heat. "Please let's go to bed, Sirjee."

There she was, begging to be fucked again!

"Your wife has nice tits, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun mocked me, as he continued to play with my wife's breasts, while ignoring her pleas. "Look at them. So perky. And big."

"Yes, Sir." Normally I would have kept my gaze down in shame, but Mr. Sarun had ordered me to watch as he mauled my wife's breasts.

"Does it make you hard, Rajesh, to watch me play with your wife's body?" Mr. Sarun scoffed, as he pinched one of Vidya's nipples between his finger and thumb. "A normal man would never have tolerated this."

I didn't need to answer. The bulge in my pants was obvious enough.

My wife, who had her eyes closed so far, opened them and glanced at me.

"Look at how aroused he is, Sirjee." She taunted. "Even at home, when I want him to cum, I start taking your name now, Sirjee. And speak of what you do to me."

Mr. Sarun laughed.

"He doesn't deserve a woman like you, Vidya." He scoffed, as he rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. "It should be a crime for a hot, vivacious slut like you to remain married to a wimp like him."

Did Mr. Sarun not want Vidya to remain married to me?

"Well, it's a good thing he can satisfy himself by masturbating, Sirjee." My wife continued to mock me. "While I get a real man like you, Sirjee."

"You are a pathetic man, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun derided. "You can't even finish your wife. She deserves more."

"Yes, Sir. I was never able to satisfy her, Sir." I nodded, utterly humiliated by the both of them. "I am happy that you are here to take care of Vidya's needs, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"Rajesh." Mr. Sarun made up a new rule. "From now on, in my presence on this trip, you will never call Vidya by her name. You will call her 'ma'am'. Is that understood?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun gave a smirk, and then turned back to my wife.

"OK, darling." He announced. "Time for me to fully enjoy my slut. Time for you to strip, Vidya."

"Er ... yes, Sirjee." My wife nodded. "Will you then fuck me, Sirjee?"

She was really asking for it!

Mr. Sarun raised a hand and slapped her across her face.

SLAP!

"Let's see you strip first." Mr. Sarun answered. "I am not used to delays in having my orders carried out, Vidya."

"Yes, Sirjee. I am sorry, Sirjee."

As I watched, helpless, my wife was unceremoniously stripped naked on the balcony in front of me. Her bra was taken out and thrown to the floor. Her sari and her petticoat followed. Soon she was ordered to lower her panties to her ankles and step out of them. My darling wife, now fully and shamelessly naked, stood there on the balcony under the hot sun, waiting for her next instruction from our master.

"Bend over here, Vidya." My boss instructed. "Hold on to the railings."

"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya meekly replied, not meeting my gaze. She knew she was going to be spanked again.

I wondered if anyone else was watching us, even if they were not on the balcony. I noticed one man on one of the adjacent buildings, who seemed to be on his phone on his balcony, but he was looking in our direction. I hoped he was too far enough to see anything. No one else seemed to be aware of the debauchery. In addition, we were on one of the higher floors.

SPANK!

Mr. Sarun started to spank Vidya again.

SPANK!

"When I ask you to strip, Vidya," He scolded her, "I expect you to do so. Immediately."

SPANK!

My wife's butt cheeks began to get red as she was struck, again and again. Mr. Sarun alternated between each ass cheek, raising his hand and bringing it down fast. He, like all of Vidya's lovers, loved to spank her on the ass.

"Vidya has a very nice ass, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun remarked. "Very fleshy, bubbly, and a delight for me to spank. Don't you think so?"

"Um ... yes, Sir." I nodded, not knowing what to say.

SPANK!

"She's a vivacious woman but needs to be kept in line." Mr. Sarun remarked. "And you cannot do it, cuckold. Only I can."

SPANK!

SPANK!

Finally, Mr. Sarun had enough.

"Slut." He snapped his fingers. "Down on your haunches. On all fours. Now!"

"Yes, Sirjee."

Meekly Vidya went down on all fours, so she was on the floor on her haunches. Her rump, protruding up, was now cherry red from the spanking.

"Cuckold." My boss turned to me with a smirk. It is very emasculating - that smirk. The man had just stripped my wife naked in the open, spanked her on her ass, and then had her on her hands and knees like a bitch. All while I stood there, helplessly watching.

"Yes, Sir?" I answered.

"I am going to go and fuck your slut wife now."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun turned to my wife.

"What do you say to your husband, Vidya, my bitch?"

I saw Vidya blush in embarrassment, but she replied, "Watch me, dear husband, as your boss fucks me like a bitch."

"Good. Stand up, my whore."

"Yes, Sirjee. I am your whore, Sirjee."

My naked wife slowly stood up. She gently rubbed her right ass cheek, which must still be stinging from the spanking my boss had given her.

"Alright, let's go inside." Mr. Sarun instructed all of us. "I am sure Vidya needs a cock inside of her."

"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya immediately perked up and nodded, smiling. "I need your cock in me, Sirjee. All the time. Please!"

Mr. Sarun laughed.

"You will be licking my balls too, sweetheart."

"I can lick your balls all day, Sirjee. I will lick your ass too, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun laughed again. The power he had over my wife was mesmerizing. We were now inside the main bedroom.

"Do you want him to watch, Vidya?" Mr. Sarun asked. "Maybe he can learn something."

Inwardly I groaned. Whenever Mr. Sarun made me watch, he would also humiliate me constantly, even as he banged her in front of me.

My wife, uncharacteristically, decided to spare me my blushes.

"No, Sirjee." She decided to use an excuse to get me to leave. "I do not want Rajesh to make noises in the room stroking his pathetic little cock and disturbing our love making. I waited a long time to be your slut and I want you completely to myself. We will leave the door open, so he can hear the thumping of our bed from the next room, Sirjee, and know that is wife is having an orgasm and being satisfied in ways he can never achieve."

My boss laughed and turned to me.

"Did you hear that Rajesh?" He scoffed. "Your wife doesn't want you around as I bonk her."

"Er ... as you wish, Sir. And ... um, ma'am wishes, Sir."

"Get out of here, Rajesh. I will call you once we are done. And leave doors to both the rooms open so you can hear us."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

As I was leaving, I heard my wife say, "He's only good at satisfying himself, Sirjee."

Over the next two hours, as I sat in my own room, I could hear the amorous sounds of the couple in the other room - and their lovemaking.

"Oh, Sirjee! Oh, Sirjee!"

My wife was right - I could hear their bed squeak violently as she was fucked, again and again.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

As I sat there, helplessly, I could picture my wife spreading her legs wider and wider. She loved to grip Mr. Sarun firmly by the ass, pulling him strongly into her all the way in, as she would plead for him to cum in her.

"I can see you missed my cock, sweetheart."

"Oh, Sirjee!" I could hear my wife cried out. "Harder! Deeper! Oh God, deeper! Sirjee! This pussy is yours. Oh, Sirjee!"

The two hours were pure torture. I had to listen to them fuck continuously, and my wife moan continually. She seemed to be having one orgasm after another. I heard her beg him to fuck her harder. I heard her slurp all over his cock, and finally I heard her ask him to fuck her ass, which he must have done for at least 20 minutes before I heard him shout that he was cumming.

"Fill my ass with your cum, Sirjee." My wife was pleading with her lover.

I couldn't believe my ears.

"Please cum in my asshole," My wife begged. "God! It feels so good."

And that's exactly what he did. Things went quiet for a few moments, before they started again. They were making up for lost time.

* * *

"Cuckold!"

I could hear my boss call out to me, so I immediately got up.

It had been four hours since we had checked in. After my boss and Vidya had made love for almost two hours, Mr. Sarun had ordered lunch into the room. We had a good meal, after which I had gone into have a shower and change. Then, as I waited in my room, I could hear my boss and Vidya at it again. This time, they went on fucking for another hour.

As the skies had darkened for the evening, I took a quick step out on the balcony and peered into the master bedroom.

My wife was on the bed on her back, her legs spread out. Mr. Sarun was on top of her, and she had her arms around him, and they were kissing. Deep kissing. And his ass was moving ... he was shoving his giant cock in and out of her wet pussy as they continued to kiss. My wife's eyes were closed, as she enjoyed the pounding and love making. She was truly in love with his cock and what it could do to her.

I always knew that my wife was disappointed the first time she saw me naked. I didn't think I had a tiny penis but it is smaller than average and, as I found out later, the smallest penis she ever had. What made it even worse I guess is to know she was also disappointed in how I came so quickly. It was not what she was used to.

Yet, Vidya did not mind. She loved me. I knew she wanted sex, and she wanted it often. I was clumsy at first, and used to cum quickly, but she patiently trained me to build up my stamina and staying power. I would be spanked, or I would lick her feet - I would do what she would tell me to do.

As our relationship grew, it became apparent to both of us that she was the head of the household and that I was not just to be an obedient husband but also her slave and service man, her toy, her servant. It took us a while to both get to that point where we both could accept what we needed, but with patience and love we got there.

That had been our love life before we had started the cuckold lifestyle. And now, apparently, Mr. Sarun wanted to impregnate her. I could imagine the humiliation I would have to go through, as everyone would spot Vidya's big and growing tummy, and congratulate me. And I would have to smile and nod, while knowing that it wasn't mine, but my boss's kid that my wife was carrying.

Somehow, I found myself getting hard at the thought. I went back to my room to wait.

"Cuckold! Where are you?" My boss's angry voice brought me back to the present.

"I am coming, Sir." I announced, as I walked out of my room. Goodness! How long had I been day dreaming?

"Rajesh." My wife also called out to me. "Come here."

"Yes, ma'am." I responded at once by getting up and walking to their room. The door was open, so I walked in. As per Mr. Sarun's instructions, in his presence I now getting used to calling Vidya "ma'am".

The bed had some of her clothes laid out. Vidya was fully naked, while Mr. Sarun was in his underwear, and he was selecting a tuxedo to wear.

"Help me get dressed for the club." My wife ordered. "Sirjee and I want to go for a little dancing."

"Yes, ma'am." I replied.

My wife selected a red set of panties and a brassiere. I knelt down on the floor, holding her underwear, as she stepped into the panties. I then pulled up the panties up her legs, sliding them over her smooth big butt cheeks. She then held the brassier over her boobs, as I walked around to stand behind her, and helped tie the bra up.

"Sirjee." My wife asked. "Should I wear a sari, or Western attire?"

"Western." Mr. Sarun answered gruffly. "Something sexy."

"Yes, Sirjee."

Vidya selected a new black dress, scoop necked and very short. I helped her into that dress and zipped her up. Basically I was helping my wife get ready for my boss to enjoy.

"You look radiant, Vidya." My boss commented, as he hunted for a tie.

It was true. Vidya's face had a glow that I hadn't seen for a while. Radiant was the right word - her cheeks were flush with colour, and she had a constant smile on her lips.

"Thank you, Sirjee." My wife replied. "It's been a while since I had a real man to fuck me, Sirjee. I badly needed your cock in me, Sirjee. Several times!"

Mr. Sarun laughed.

"You were quite loud, Vidya." He commented, and I saw my wife blush. "Could you hear us from outside, Rajesh?"

My boss was asking me if I had heard my wife moan as she was having sex with him. It was my turn to go red.

"Er ... yes, Sir." I had to reply. "Vidya ...er ... ma'am ... seemed to have enjoyed herself. Thank you for ... keeping ma'am happy, Sir."

"You just thanked me ... for fucking your wife." Mr. Sarun laughed. "What does that make you, Rajesh?"

"Er ... a cuckold, Sir."

"No. A pathetic cuckold. Tell me, does Vidya moan like that when you fuck her?" Mr. Sarun asked, as he was finishing getting dressed.

"Er ... no, Sir. Not like this. I can never make ma'am cum like you, Sir."

"That's because you don't know how to pleasure a woman, you pathetic cuckold. I bet she still has my dick's smell on her breath!"

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

Mr. Sarun then dropped a bombshell.

"Your wife wants a family with a real man. Do you think you can you fuck her like me? I can make her pregnant, you know."

"Er .. family, Sir? Pregnant?"

I was shocked. I had never discussed this before with my boss. I knew Vidya told me about Mr. Sarun suddenly wanting to "breed" her, but he and I never talked about this.

Suddenly, Mr. Sarun burst out laughing.

"Look at you! You idiot! I was joking!"

Even Vidya, after initially being silent, was laughing.

"You are an idiot." Mr. Sarun scoffed. "No wonder your slut wife spreads her legs so easily for me, and not for you."

I didn't have to reply to that insult, as my boss came and stood in front of my wife.

"Move, cuckold!"

"Er ... yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir."

As I stepped out of the way, Vidya and Mr. Sarun immediately wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. It was a long, slow, sensual kiss. I watched as my wife closed her eyes as she locked lips with Mr. Sarun.

"Hmm. Looking forward to the dancing, Vidya?" My boss asked, finally withdrawing from the kiss.

"Yes, Sirjee." My wife smiled. "And I hope they have several slow songs, Sirjee, so we can hug and kiss like this."

My boss's response was to smack my wife on her caboose as she playfully yelped. She then turned to grin at me.

"Rajesh, I hope you don't mind if we are a little naughty tonight, dear. I just can't get enough of Sirjee! And his big, thick, cock!"

* * *

The club was a short walk away. As we all walked into the warm evening, my thoughts were a jumble.

I was feeling conflicted, as I did whenever my wife was with another man. The emotional torment within me raged like a furnace. I was jealous ... I was angry ... and I was twisted with confusion. Yet, as I had now come to accept, it was this feeling that I craved. That aroused me. Nothing compared to this emotional torture ... this agonizing tearing of my soul as my wife lets another man ejaculate inside of her. Again and again. Literally and figuratively.

Yet now, there was this whole complexity of Mr. Sarun. And the "breeding".

I should have known he wouldn't find it easy to let go of Vidya. Roughly in another four months, we would no longer be his slaves. He knew that. So this whole pregnancy thing ... this must be a plan of his. Knock up Vidya, so we are enslaved to him for the rest of our lives. And what was Vidya thinking? Surely ... surely ... she didn't want this. I frantically hoped she was still on her birth control.

Suddenly we were at the club.

Mr. Sarun and Vidya went in first. After about twenty minutes, as instructed, I followed in. The bouncers had been told that I was coming, and they let me in without any issue. Once inside, I had to preen my eyes in the soft light to find the couple. I soon spotted them.

They were at a table, sipping some wine and talking, and laughing. I sat in a nearby booth and ordered a beer. I watched as Mr. Sarun leant in to kiss her. It was a soft yet lingering kiss and I noticed that one of his hands appeared to be under the table, though I couldn't really see what he was doing. I could guess though. I enjoyed my beer as I watched my boss finger my slutty wife's cunt right there in the club.

Soon they left their seats to dance. Mr. Sarun, as it could be expected from being so healthy and fit, was a good dancer. He could bust the moves, while at the same time know how to lead. After a few fast peppy songs, the DJ switched to some slow tunes.

I watched as my boss and wife got up against each other, grinding each other. No doubt she must be feeling his hardness against her pussy. As they danced, I watched his hand lower to her buttocks and grope her. She didn't seem to mind, even though typically she would have been nervous about that in public.

I ordered another beer.

As the evening went on, they stopped dancing and just spent time in the corner booth talking and kissing. They really appeared to be a newlywed couple in love - except that he was old enough to be her father.

One time I nearly dropped my drink when I saw my wife reach under the table. I couldn't see anything but I could tell by the motion of her arm that she was stroking Mr. Sarun. It only took a few minutes after that for him to signal to one of the servers to ask for the bill.

Suddenly my wife was glancing around, and she spotted me. Her eyes and mine met. She immediately snapped her fingers, waving me over. I stood up, paid for my drinks and started to walk over.

"Rajesh." My wife ordered, when I was standing beside them.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Go to our room and make sure our bed, and everything, is made up properly." Vidya ordered. "I want the sheets neatly pulled, and the blankets properly folded, and the pillows in their right place. Place two glasses of cold water on the side table."

"Yes, ma'am."

Mr. Sarun looked at me.

"We will be there soon, cuckold." He told me. "I am going to fuck your wife and you may get to watch."

I could only pray that no one was overhearing us.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"When it comes to your wife, you will soon learn." Mr. Sarun then made an ominous threat. "You are a man born to masturbate. I am a man born to impregnate."

* * *

Mr. Sarun was fully naked. We were back in our room. He was sitting on the couch in the suite's common area, and his clothes were in an untidy pile on the floor. My wife, still fully dressed, was kneeling in front of him on the floor. She was busy ... his cock was in her mouth.

"Mmmm ... mmmm." Vidya moaned, as she slurped on his manhood. She then looked up at me and took his cock out of her mouth.

"Now, this is a real cock isn't it sweetheart?" She whispered.

There was no doubt that Mr. Sarun's cock was menacingly big - it was huge and hard.

"Yes, ma'am." I nodded, amazed at how it remained hard. His manhood was glistening with my wife's abundant saliva.

"You must be aroused too at this sight, right, babe?" My wife asked me, as she stroked my boss.

"Er ... yes, ma'am."

I couldn't deny that I was hard from seeing my boss's big cock in her mouth and how she moaned when she licked it and sucked it.

"Rajesh." Mr. Sarun ordered. "You will gather up all the clothes and put them in the laundry bags. Make sure the hotel staff picks it up tomorrow morning. I want my clothes, and your wife's, freshly cleaned every day."

"Yes, sir."

"Good! Now, stand there by the wall, and strip. Completely."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

I stood by the entrance of the door, fully naked after obeying my boss's command. My wife laughed, as I stood there with my little hard on, which appeared like a shrimp next to Mr. Sarun's whale.

"What do you think of my husband's little penis, Sirjee?" Vidya asked her lover.

"I feel sorry for you, my randi." Mr. Sarun laughed. "That you had to put up with that ... insult to manhood ... all these years before me. And look at him! He cannot stop getting hard even as I tell him how I will fuck his wife! Or seeing his darling wife suck another man's dick!"

I stood there red faced, ashamed, and yet unable to stop myself from stroking my hardness.

My boss turned to my wife.

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

Vidya knew there was only one right answer.

"He's a pathetic loser, Sirjee." My wife repeated. "A contemptible loser and a pitiful cuckold. I am glad to be here with you. You can give me a proper fuck."

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

"Rajesh." Mr. Sarun ordered. "Stop wanking your useless dick and come here. Undress Vidya."

I walked over to where she was kneeling. Vidya stood up, and I helped slip her dress over her head. Vidya then wriggled out of the panties and threw her bra on to the floor. As my boss waited expectantly, I watched my naked wife turn around to mount him. It was unbelievable to see his huge cock stretch her cunt wide open as she lowered herself on him, facing him.

"Oooooh Sirjee." She uttered, for what must be the umpteenth time that day.

They began to fuck slowly at first but then Vidya couldn't control herself. She began riding him hard and fast while he sucked her nipples. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open as she moaned with pleasure.

"You like that cock in you, don't you, you slut?"

"Oh, yes, Sirjee. OH YES!"

They fucked for a long time on the couch before she finally led him to the bedroom, gleefully and giddily, holding his huge erect cock in her hand. This time they closed the door.

I stood by that door for a long time, listening to the sound of them having sex. Only after almost an hour did I reluctantly go to my room. Mr. Sarun was right - I had to masturbate.

It was going to be a long "holiday" in Goa.

* * *

As instructed by Mr. Sarun, I had woken up early the next morning, and sharply at 8, I knocked on their door.

"Come in." Mr. Sarun's tone was gruff. It appeared that he had been up for some time. I opened the door and walked in, to find both still in bed, but not for long.

I watched my wife get up from the bed and walk towards the bathroom. She looked so regal, so royal, so sensual, even though she was shamelessly naked, and had just woken up! Every curve accentuated in the right place, big boobs perky and prominent, the sashaying hips so alluring and the bubble buttocks so protuberant. As she walked away, I noticed two things.

First, as I expected, there was lot of dried cum on her body, along with love bites on her neck and shoulders. It appeared as if Mr. Sarun had been busy all night, even long after I had fallen asleep. He seems to have well and truly used her thoroughly. I wondered how many times he had fucked her last night, how many times in the ass, and how much in the mouth. I also realized I was getting a little hard as I thought about that.

Second, I noticed several red horizontal streaks along Vidya's buttocks. My wife's fair skin and the red marks made a good contrast. So not only had Mr. Sarun spanked my wife last night, but he must also have caned her as well. I knew Vidya did not particularly like the cane, and she didn't want to be caned, but she was not going to say no to Mr. Sarun. I watched her butt cheeks move as she walked, until she disappeared into the bathroom.

"What are you looking at, cuckold?" Mr. Sarun's sharp voice brought me quickly back to the present.

"Er ... nothing, Sir." I stammered.

"Remember, you are here as my servant." Mr. Sarun thundered. "What are you, cuckold?"

"I ... I am your servant, Sir." I answered, utterly humiliated.

"Then why were you looking at my girl's ass?" Mr. Sarun pointedly asked me. His tone denoted that he was angry.

My girl's ass.

"Er ... I am sorry ... sir." I apologized. "It will not happen again."

"For this week, Vidya is my girlfriend." Mr. Sarun scolded me. "You will NOT treat her as your wife. She is off limits to you ... in every way. You are MY servant. You are HER servant. I thought I made this clear. You are to call her ma'am and she IS your ma'am."

"I am sorry, Sir. It won't happen again." I hastily begged his forgiveness, again. "I will remember, Sir."

"I do not tolerate mistakes." Mr. Sarun warned me. "I will let it go this time. If you come into this room, your eyes will be on the floor. Where will your eyes be, cuckold?"

"They will be on the floor, Sir."

"They will not be looking anywhere else, unless I TELL you to." Mr. Sarun continued. "You will NOT look at Vidya. Do you understand, you pathetic cuckold?"

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

I was being scolded for looking at my own wife's naked body and being rebuked by the man who was fucking her openly. No wonder Mr. Sarun termed me a 'pathetic cuckold'.

"There will be times when I will ask you to record us." Mr. Sarun said. "Or I will ask you to watch - to learn some manhood. Only those times will you watch. Otherwise, you will keep your eyes away from Vidya."

"Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir."

"You eyes will be on the floor, and you are the servant here. Do you understand that, you idiot?"

"Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir."

"You must have seen how I used the cane on Vidya last night." Mr. Sarun's voice was ominous. "Don't make mistakes, cuckold, otherwise you will be caned as well. And I may even ask your wife to do it."

I certainly did not want to be caned by him. Or by Vidya.

"I am very sorry, Sir. It was just habit, Sir. I promise not to do it again, Sir."

"Good." Mr. Sarun seemed to be mollified by my meek apology. "Now listen, you imbecile of a man. I am going to start to be in the meetings in two hours. So, you will call room service and ask them to send breakfast package #3 up to our room."

"Yes, Sir." I acknowledged, thoroughly chastised. "When should I ask them to be here, Sir?"

Mr. Sarun glanced at the clock on the wall.

"In about fifty minutes. Should give me enough time to fuck your wife twice."

"Yes, Sir." I nodded. "Shall I go, Sir?"

"Wait." Mr. Sarun motioned me to wait.

Vidya had just re-entered the room. She had brushed and then washed her face, and had put on a small bathrobe, which did nothing to hide her fabulous assets. She was looking like a million dollars.

Quickly remembering Mr. Sarun's warning, I cast my eyes on the floor, and averted looking at my own wife as she made her way to Mr. Sarun. My boss had sat up on the bed, and swung his legs out. He was fully naked, of course. He snapped his fingers and pointed to his feet.

Vidya immediately understood. She knelt down in front of him, until her face was inches away from his rapidly hardening cock. Again, I was fascinated, but remembering Mr. Sarun's instructions, I looked away. It was just as well, for I noticed that he was watching me, even as my wife took his penis in her mouth.

I could hear, of course, what was going on. Vidya was sucking on Mr. Sarun's enormous dick like it was a lollypop. He had her hair in his fist, holding her firmly, and moving her face up and down on his erection.

"That's good." Mr. Sarun cooed. "You suck well, my little slut!"

Vidya continued to lick and suck his dick, while her one hand played with his scrotum, and the other wrapped around his hip to pay homage to his ass. From experience, I knew Mr. Sarun was going to ejaculate soon.

"Darling." Mr. Sarun's booming voice roared. It was clear that he was relishing the morning blowjob, especially after scolding me and then having my own wife go down on him in front of me. "I'm getting ready to cum."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see my wife nod. Within seconds, my boss began to hump his hips off the bed, pushing his cock even deeper into my wife's hungry mouth. He was erupting in a violent ejaculation! As I continued to avert my gaze, I could see my wife's throat working as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed all the cum being deposited down her throat. Finally my boss was done, and Vidya had a chance to take a breath.

SLAP!

My boss gave my wife a resounding slap, leaving a red mark on her cheek.

"You are some slut, Vidya." He said.

"Yes, Sirjee."

SLAP!

"You will now join me in the shower."

"Yes, Sirjee."

SLAP!

"Whose pussy is this, bitch?"

"Ah, yours, Sirjee. I am your bitch, and my pussy is yours, Sirjee. Please keep fucking me. Always."

SLAP!

He slapped her a couple more times.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Stand up, Vidya."

"Yes, Sirjee."

As they both stood up, Mr. Sarun turned to me.

"Cuckold." He addressed me. "Go order our breakfast."

"Er ... yes, Sir. At once, Sir."

"Meanwhile, I am going to enjoy your wife in the shower."

* * *

The next two days we were there was exactly like the first. In the morning, I would knock on their door and enter after given permission. I would have to stand there and listen to Mr. Sarun give me instructions on what to order for breakfast, while my boss would be enjoying a morning blowjob from my wife. Even as she sucked and licked his genitals, she would be slapped and called names, even as I stood there helplessly. After cumming into her mouth, my boss would then go into the shower, where Vidya would join him while I ordered breakfast.

After breakfast, when Mr. Sarun was gone for his meetings, my wife and I would go to the beach or explore the gardens. Even though I enjoyed her company, she would make sure I called her ma'am and we maintained the mistress/servant relationship we were currently on.

When we were back in the room, she would make me kiss her feet, or bend over and get a spanking, just because she felt like it. When we finally ordered lunch, I would have to sit on the floor and eat, while she would be seated at the table. In the late afternoon, Vidya would order tea and snacks into the room.

Mr. Sarun would enter around 4 or 5 pm.

After that, my wife would be at his beck and call. He usually took a shower immediately on his return, and I would listen as my wife would service him in the bathroom, usually bent over in the tub, taking a good pounding in the ass. After tea, he would take my wife out somewhere - either a movie or some show, before the two would get dinner at a nice restaurant while I would order room service. They would return late at night, a little drunk, and then proceed to the bedroom, where they would fuck like rabbits deep into the night. The bedroom door would be open, and I could hear the noises of their sex all through the night.

The fourth day, as we finished breakfast, and Mr. Sarun left, my wife turned to me.

"Rajesh." She ordered. "Come here."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Today, our day will be a little different."

* * *

Anwar bhai was a big man.

We were let into his suite by one of his two henchmen. I later found out his name was Sadat. He saw us and opened the door fully, allowing us to come inside, and pointed out to the main seating area of the suite.

This was another two-bedroom suite, like the one we were staying in. In one bedroom, the master one, Anwar bhai slept. In the other were his henchmen. There was Sadat, and there was another man - Naser, who at this moment emerged from that room to join us.

Anwar bhai was seated on the couch in the main living room area, watching TV. As I said, he was a big man. Tall, broad shouldered, he had sharp and distinctive features. His hair - both on his head and on his beard - was full and very black, although I couldn't tell if it was dyed or not. I knew he was a 55-year-old man, but he was very much in shape. When he would stand up, he would be six feet five, so even when seated, his long legs spread farther than most. He was wearing a green Pathani shalwar kameez.

Here, I must tell you a bit of who Anwar bhai was.

There were twelve members on the board of directors of our company, headed by Mr. Sarun. Six of them I was very familiar with - they were on the Whatsapp group "Sarun's Leaders", where Mr. Sarun would forward all the raunchy affairs he was engaged in with Vidya. This was the group close to him.

His closest circle.

However, there were six others on the board, representatives of banks and other holding companies. As Vidya explained to me, one of these companies was a front for the underworld. The board member was a proper Chartered Accountant with a respectable reputation, but he took his orders from people like Anwar bhai, whose room we were in now.

"Anwar bhai, salaam alaikum." I said, stepping forward and giving the Muslim greeting. "My name is Rajesh."

Then, as I had been instructed by Vidya, I knelt in front of him, so I was on my knees, and then bent forward, and touched his feet with my hands. He was bare feet, so I touched his toes with my fingers.

"I am here with my wife to serve you, Anwar bhai." I said, touching his feet again. I didn't want to show him any disrespect, knowing that his word would mean another vote in favour of Mr. Sarun on the board. As Vidya had told me, Mr. Sarun needed to win the vote for this emergency meeting almost unanimously to avert a crisis, and we needed him to win so we could get our shares in four months. And thus, we were now in Anwar bhai's room.

Anwar bhai looked at me. His eyes, lined very slightly with kohl, was piercing and intelligent. As I watched his eyes watch me, I had the nagging feeling that I had seen him before - but I couldn't place where it was. For sure though I had the feeling that I had seen him recently.

Then Anwar bhai waved his hand, motioning to me to stand up. Letting a sigh of relief, I realized I had been holding my breath in anticipation. I got up, and then indicated my hand towards my wife.

"This is my wife, Vidya, at your service, Anwar bhai." I said.

Vidya now stepped forward.

"Salam alaikum, Anwar bhai." Vidya crooned.

Then she went down on her knees, and to my surprise, put her palms on the floor, so she was almost prostrating to Anwar bhai. She then touched his toes with her lips. She was paying homage to him by kissing his feet! I watched as she kissed each of his toe, on each foot. Anwar bhai was also watching, as my wife was in front of him, bent over, prostrate, ass up in the air, as she kissed and licked his feet.

My wife finished kissing Anwar bhai's feet, but remained prostrate, in position, her mouth pressed against his left ankle, her ass still up in the air.

Anwar bhai gave a slight smile and then reached over. He bent forward and placed his right hand on Vidya's left butt cheek.

I saw Vidya stiffen slightly, but she remained his position, lips still pressed against Anwar bhai's foot.

"Your wife has a nice gaand." Anwar bhai remarked, gently squeezing my wife's buttocks. "Very fleshy. Will be fun to play with."

"She is here at your service, Anwar bhai." I repeated. I kept my eyes down on the floor even as he continued to molest my wife's bottom. I didn't want to antagonize him. Mr. Sarun had already talked with Anwar bhai, so he knew of our marital situation.

"Vidya, you are very intelligent, beti." He told my wife, as he squeezed her buttock again. "Kiss my feet again, all over, just to show what type of slutty woman you are."

"Yes, Anwar bhai." Vidya acquiesced.

My wife, humiliated, nevertheless started to kiss his feet again, starting with the toes of his left foot. Anwar bhai kept his hand on her bottom, groping and squeezing her rump as she slobbered over and licked each toe, again. From the side, Sadat and Naser watched in amusement. I kept my eyes on the floor as Anwar bhai's hand remained on her ass, squeezing and fondling her rump.

"Naser." Anwar bhai turned to his henchman. "What do you think of this shameless couple?"

"The man is pitiful, Anwar bhai." Naser remarked bluntly. "Whoring out his own wife, and that too so wretchedly. And not for his own gain, but for his boss's!"

"Yes, very reprehensible." Anwar bhai nodded and turned to his other man. "And what about you, Sadat? What do you think?"

"I think," Sadat had an evil grin, "It will be fun to fuck this harlot in front of him. Especially that ass."

I saw Vidya give a little shiver as Sadat openly talked about fucking my wife in the ass.

Anwar bhai nodded. He then snapped his fingers.

"You. Vidya." He ordered, patting my wife on her rump. "Stand up, beti."

"Yes, Anwar bhai." Vidya stopped kissing the mobster's feet and drew herself up. Anwar bhai turned to his men.

"Take the cuckold husband to your room and tie him to a chair facing the bed. After I fuck his wife, you two can have your way with her there."

Within minutes I was led to the second room. Despite my protests that I was going to be completely harmless, the two strong men put me in an armchair and tied my wrists to the arms of the chair, and then bound my legs together. I was left in that helpless position, facing the bed, my back to the door, which was left open.

I had no idea what was happening to Vidya. She must have been taken to the other room by Anwar bhai now. I strained to hear what was going on. I heard a sharp order, and then the rustle of a dress. Vidya was being stripped naked. Perhaps.

"Here." Sadat suddenly appeared and gave me a glass. "Drink this. It's a sherbet."

"I am not really thirsty," I began, but Sadat forced the glass on me.

"Drink!" He ordered, tilting the glass onto my face.

I had no choice but to open my mouth and gulp it down.

* * *

Whatever was in that sherbet had now made me extremely drowsy. There must have been something mixed in it, because I was soon knocked out. It felt like I just closed my eyes, but the next thing I knew, I was no longer alone in the room. There appeared to be a fog in my brain and my eyes strained to open fully. My vision was blurred, and there was a constant pounding in my head. As my eyes opened fully, and my senses started to clear, I realized I was still in that chair. The small wooden armchair.

And my hands were still tied to the arms. And my legs were tied to each other.

Ah yes, the armchair in the second room. Sadat and Naser's room.

And there was a gag on my mouth.

I was tied up in the room, bound and gagged, seated on that chair, unable to move.

Another sound ... or a series of sound ... now started to make its way to me. The pounding in my head started to clear, but it was replaced with another pounding. And a noise.

It was a moan. Or rather ... the sound of constant moaning. I also could hear constant noises of moving ... and pounding. As if springs were being pounded in some sort of rhythm.

As my brain began to awaken more and more, and the effects of that sherbet's drug began to wear out, I realized the moans were that of a woman, and the pounding was the noise of the springs - the familiar squeaks of the bed during sex. Vigorous sex.

My eyes now began to focus. I realized where I was. The armchair I was tied to was at the foot of the bed. I now had a very good sight of what was happening on the bed. My wife Vidya was on the bed, her back to me.

She was fully naked.

Suddenly it became clear to me what was happening.

Vidya was being fucked doggy style by Sadat and at the same time she was giving a blowjob to Naser. The two henchmen were using my wife simultaneously, filling both of her holes together.

It will be fun to fuck this harlot in front of him, Sadat had said.

I felt as if I was in some sort of dream. From where I "seated", I was given a very good view of my wife's condition. I could not see Vidya's face properly, but well enough to know what was happening.

"Oh, my goodness!" She was moaning. "OH, MY GOODNESS!"

Was Sadat actually fucking her in the ass? Or was his cock buried in her pussy, but from behind? It was hard to tell. Was I could see was that he was fucking her hard, and the pounding was frenetic. Vidya was making an "mmm" sound, but it was blocked by Naser's cock which was in her mouth.

Suddenly Naser's prick popped out of her lips. Saliva and drool figured prominently on his cock. Vidya turned back to look at Sadat, who was still fucking her from behind. If she wanted to, she could have seen me, but Vidya was too engrossed in the sex.

"What a bitch!" Sadat grinned at her. "Come on, randi!"

"Oh, yes." Vidya cooed. "Give it to me."

"Look at this bitch." Naser remarked. "She's married and begging us for a fuck. What a slut!"

Vidya started to push back harder and harder at Sadat, her mouth constantly in an "O" shape as she moaned and moaned. Naser had again inserted his cock back into my wife's mouth. Vidya was licking it now, her lips fully engulfing it, while still being pounded in the rear by Sadat. Here was my beautiful wife moaning at the pleasure being given to her by two hooligans.

"Ok, bitch!" Naser suddenly yelled. "I am going to cum!"

His hips began to writhe, and suddenly he was ejaculating onto my wife's face, who was still being pounded ferociously in her pussy from the rear by Sadat. As cum spilled all over her face, I saw Naser give a look of disgust at her, and then raise his hand.

SLAP!

It was a strong hard slap and left a red mark on her cheek.

"What a cock sucking slut and whore you are!"

He had slapped my wife for being a cock sucking slut, after using her as a cock sucking slut.

SLAP!

Suddenly Sadat pulled her by her hair and bent her neck backwards and started pounding as if he were riding a galloping horse. From Vidya's muffled cries, I knew Sadat was bringing her to an orgasm.

Again.

I almost closed my eyes in humiliation but watched as Sadat's body became tense. He started to cum inside Vidya with a loud groan. I heard her muffled cries as she also came with him. Naser, now watching both of them, grinned as they all fell into a pile of arms and legs, panting for breath. I noticed that Sadat's penis was still inside my wife. At this point I managed to make a muffled groan.

"Look at that wimp," Sadat said, looking at me. "I'm sure he got a nice show as we fucked his batchalan wife in front of him. What a pathetic bastard."

"Judging from the bitch's moans and her performance," Naser commented, "I don't think he's been able to do his wife any good for quite some time."

Both the henchmen laughed.

"OK, guys." I heard Vidya plead, as she wriggled herself from between the two giant men. "Can I please use the shower?"

"Wait." Naser said. He sat up on the edge of the bed. "Kiss my feet, woman. Like you did with Anwar bhai."

"Yes, Naser bhai."

Obediently Vidya climbed down from the bed, knelt on the floor, and then bent down, pressing her lips to Naser's feet. Naser cast a triumphant grin at my direction as my wife slobbered over his feet.

"Kiss mine too." Sadat ordered, sitting beside Naser.

My wife finished kissing Naser's feet and then went down and pressed her lips against Sadat's.

"You are a useless human being." Sadat mocked me. "Sitting here, watching as your wife services us. And kisses our feet."

I couldn't say anything, of course. My mouth was still gagged.

"And you are a whore, Vidya." Naser told my wife and raised his hand. He slapped her again.

SLAP!

"Yes, Naser bhai." Vidya agreed. "I am a whore."

SLAP!

She was slapped again by Naser, before Sadat also joined her.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"OK." Sadat finally had enough. "Go to the shower and wait for us."

"Yes, Sadat bhai." My wife obediently replied. Without glancing at me, she got up. I could see there were slap marks on her cheek, and on her buttocks. Her buttocks also had prominent caning marks. And of course, there were love bites on her neck, breasts and back. It was clear that Anwar, Sadat and Naser had thoroughly used and abused her to their hearts' content.

Vidya walked towards the shower. Sadat and Naser got up to follow her in. I noticed that Sadat was still limp after the fuck, but from what I could see, his cock looked like a monster even in its flaccid state.

As if reading my thoughts, Sadat glanced back at me, and just rubbed his cock up and down a couple of times, gave me a nasty smile and went in to join my wife in the shower. He seemed awfully happy that he had brought my wife to orgasm even while fucking her doggy style. Naser grinned too, as if he was just happy to be here for the ride, enjoying my wife. I just felt so useless, even as I remembered that this was all for Mr. Sarun's benefit.

Those shares! Those fucking shares! Another four months!

The shower was running for some time. Suddenly I heard laughter.

It was Vidya. She was laughing at some joke that either Naser or Sadat must have cracked. I had a sinking feeling it was about me. I strained my ears to hear better.

There seemed to be lot of laughter and horseplay in the shower. Damn it! It made me angry. Not only were these henchmen enjoying my wife, but it seemed my wife was also enjoying being with them. Even after being treated as a mere street hooker!

I heard the shower switch off, and then a couple of minutes later, Vidya emerged from the bathroom. She was wiping her hair with a towel. She gave me a quick glance, before looking away. I didn't know what was going on in her mind, but she looked radiant. Vidya had a habit of looking like a million rupees every time after sex.

She was still naked, of course, and her body, though dried with the towel, still had some dampness on it. She came and sat down at the edge of the bed, careful not to look at me. Both Sadat and Naser then came out of the bathroom.

Naser was already hard. He was way bigger than me, and nearly as big as Anwar bhai. Meanwhile Sadat, who appeared to just be semi erect, was already as big as Naser! From the way he was fucking my wife earlier on I just couldn't imagine how she would have taken all of him in, had she not been used to Mr. Sarun's length and girth. No wonder Vidya had been moaning away earlier, without paying any attention to me. That was one big cock.

I watched, silently of course, as Naser came and sat down next to Vidya on the bed. Without saying a word, he grabbed at her left breast and started to tweak it. Then Sadat came and stood in front of Vidya. My wife just kept looking at Sadat's semi-erect penis in fascination, watching it grow bigger. She looked up at Sadat, gave him a sexy smile and started to massage his cock.

"Oh, Sadat bhai, you're very well hung!" She commented, not taking her eyes off his rapidly hardening member. Even as Naser kept playing with her breasts, Vidya was running her hand up and down the length of Sadat's member. All three were now totally ignoring me - as if I didn't even exist!

"This time I want to fuck you." Suddenly Naser declared. He had gotten tired of playing with Vidya's breasts and wanted more. Vidya stopped playing with Sadat's cock and turned to Naser.

"Yes, Naser bhai." She nodded demurely.

Naser raised a hand and slapped her again. He seemed to be a cruel man with a mean streak in him.

SLAP!

"Get on the bed, randi." He barked. "On your back and spread those legs!"

"Yes, Naser bhai."

Wary of being slapped again, Vidya was quick to follow orders. Naser climbed up and inserted his hard manhood into her.

"Umph!" Vidya groaned, as Naser started to fuck her, just like that.

Meanwhile Sadat walked over to the end other of the bed, near Vidya's head and placed his dick near her lips. At that very moment Naser again shoved into her pussy, making her release Sadat's cock to look back at Naser. She moaned in pleasure, then went back to giving head to Sadat again. My wife was acting like a fifty-rupee whore - with me at the foot of the bed. Soon Sadat and Naser had a rhythm going.

I felt tears swell in my eyes. But I was unable to move, tied up so strongly. I had only seen this on video before, but this time I was seeing it in front of my own eyes.

Again. Twice in one day.

I thought I would be able to deal with it, but it was difficult seeing Vidya double fucked like that in person. I knew I could never satisfy her completely, but I didn't expect her to act this way with these ... thugs.

At this point Sadat had a grip of my wife's hair and was controlling her movements onto his massive hard-on. He was picking up his pace as if he was close to ejaculating into her mouth. Vidya was also pushing back hard onto Naser's cock as Sadat fucked her face. It was an incredible scene. I continued to watch even as I felt a tear scroll down my cheek.

Sadat suddenly pulled out of her mouth and turned to face me. His mouth drew into a cruel snarking smile as he saw my expression.

"Now I am going to show Mrs. Vidya Mathur a really good time." He announced. He seemed to be the boss of the two.

"Naser." He barked. "Pull out of her."

Naser grumbled but did as he was told, withdrawing from my wife noisily. Vidya continued to moan shamelessly as his cock left her pussy. She was in the middle of an orgasm and could not stop.

"Bitch!" Sadat ordered my wife when her moaning subsided. "Get up. Turn around and get on your hands and knees like a dog!"

My wife hurried to do as she was told. At this point she realized what was happening. The same thought went through my mind as well.

It will be fun to fuck this harlot in front of him, Sadat had said. Especially in the ass.

"Yes, Bhai!" She moaned, looking back at Sadat and spreading her ass cheeks in invitation. She was wriggling it to him, at the same time I saw Naser jerking his cock harder. I guess watching this beautiful young wife wriggling her ass for anal penetration really turned both the henchmen on.

I continued to watch.

Initially Sadat simply finger-fucked her, but when Vidya started pushing back against his fingers I knew that she was ready and hot for the invasion.

"Get ready, slut." Sadat announced.

He initially pushed his wet cock's tip only halfway into my wife's anal cavity. My wife was clutching on to the pillow which was in front of her and moaning. She realized he was fully intent on burying his huge rod into her ass, so she was not pushing behind on him anymore. Meanwhile Naser was watching all of this and just kept jerking off. He was jerking off very slowly. Obviously, he wanted to savor every moment of it.

Sadat started his invasion at a very slow pace. After pushing his head in he relaxed for a while letting my wife get used to the sensation. Vidya just rested her head on the pillow while still clutching it firmly. After resting a bit Sadat once more started to invade her ass. Bit by bit he was pushing his enormous cock in. From where I was, I could not see Vidya's face, but from the whimpers and loud moans she was making, I could tell that she was crying. Or moaning. Even Mr. Sarun was never this rough when taking her in the ass; he always lubricated her properly.

By this point Sadat had most of his thick cock buried in her ass and started to hump her. Vidya kept a steady groaning noise. It was mixed with moans. From the noises she was making I could tell that she was in pain, yet Sadat showed her no mercy. He started a steady pace of fucking her buttocks.

By watching all this it didn't take Naser that long to shoot his load. He splashed most of his cum onto my wife.

The bed was creaking at a good rate now.

"OH GOD! OH GOD!" I heard Vidya cry out in between moans of pain and pleasure. Her head was resting sideways on the pillow. She was still clutching on to the pillow. Sadat was holding on to her by her hips and each time he pushed into her he buried his entire length of cock inside her, and then pulled the entire length out. I felt my wife was going to pass out, either from pain or from the intent orgasm, such was the noise she was making.

Sadat increased his pace.

"Take it all in, randi!" He shouted.

"Oh YESSS!" Vidya cried out, as Sadat started humping her hard. He was now ejaculating, pouring out all his cum into her. He continued to shake violently for about two minutes until he was fully spent. After their intense orgasm he kissed my wife's neck and collapsed on to her.

Trying to catch their breath and all these exertions, they rested this way for a couple of minutes. Then finally Sadat and Naser hit the shower again. My wife just rested on the bed. She was covered in sweat and cum.

After they showered, the thugs came to my wife and picked her up, kissing my wife on the cheeks.

"Vidya!" They ordered. "Get dressed, and then untie your husband and get out. Tell your boss Mr. Sarun he will get what he wants. He will win the vote on the board."

* * *

After our adventures at Anwar bhai's room, I thought Mr. Sarun would take it easy on Vidya that night, but I was wrong. It was 2 am in the morning, but I could still hear the carnal noises of their no-holds-barred love making from their room. Mr. Sarun had first fucked Vidya long and hard on the balcony. Afterwards, I was asked to bring them drinks and snacks as they both sat there, stark naked, enjoying the balmy star filled night.

Mr. Sarun then ordered me inside their room, and made me watch as he picked up my wife and placed her on the bed, and copulated with her right there. It was like a strong farm bull mating with a waiting heifer, as if he was breeding her. After a good long fuck, Mr. Sarun finally came inside my wife. Vidya stared at me the whole time, even as my boss filled her with his cum. She was moaning all the time, taking his name again and again, even as her lovely eyes held my gaze.

I was then unceremoniously and humiliatingly kicked out of the room, even though the doors remained open. From the sounds, it appeared right now he was penetrating my beautiful wife in the ass.

I wanted to sleep, but for some reason I wasn't sleepy. Maybe it was the aftereffects of that drug Anwar's henchmen had given me. With eyes still wide open, I reached for my phone. I wanted to check something.

I logged in to an app and checked the cloud storage I had there. Yes, there were videos, and they were constantly being uploaded. I chuckled - Vidya's little plan was working.

The mangalsutra - or the necklace that every Hindu married woman wore - which Vidya was usually wearing during sex with her lovers, was not her original mangalsutra. My thoughts went back to the morning of our travel here.

"Do you have any camera that is super small, and can record to a cloud storage?" Vidya had asked me early morning on the day of the flight. She knew I sometimes brought those experimental cameras home from work.

"I have one." I told her and showed the model to her.

"What's the battery power for this?" She asked. "It's so small, almost the same size as a half rupee coin!"

"It can last for ten days." I told her.

"Perfect!"

Vidya had an old hobby of jewellery making, and she still had all the equipment in storage, so it was not too hard to fashion a necklace, place the camera in the centre, and fashion a small rock around it. The rock subtly hid the camera, but also had a tiny hole in the centre to allow the camera to record.

"The camera will activate on sound." I told her, as Vidya fingered her new "mangalsutra". "It will start recording whenever someone speaks."

"So, if I want it to record," She grinned, "I have to make some noise."

Hence her constant moaning during her love making, I figured. Or maybe I was willfully ignoring the fact that Vidya was not faking her orgasms with Mr. Sarun. Or the others.

Ignoring my wife's wanton nature, I kept checking the recordings on the cloud via my phone app - the camera was working perfectly. Even now.

The fact that Vidya wanted to record the events of this week secretly suggested she had some endgame in mind. I still didn't know what her plan was, or what she wanted out of these recordings, but it was comforting to know that she was doing this surreptitiously. It meant she wasn't sucked in, pun intended, and she wasn't that enamored with Mr. Sarun that she could leave me. She had something brewing, and I just had to be patient. I had to trust her.

I wondered if I should tell her that I have more videos of her and Mr. Sarun. And of course, others. Vidya must have forgotten about my cameras in the house. For the moment, though, I didn't tell her anything.

I switched to play a recording from this afternoon. Vidya had just been taken to Anwar's room. The camera, being on her necklace, captured events in a wide-angle view, but it was obviously a full-frontal point of view recorder. I saw Anwar's face fill the screen.

They started to kiss. Anwar was holding Vidya and roughly massaging her boobs while his lips were pressed on to her.

There was now lot of movement. I realized that Vidya was taking off her mangalsutra. She then placed it on a shelf nearby, at a perfect angle to record the scene.

I watched as Vidya then took off her blouse. Her boobs were bursting out of her small bra. Anwar, who was watching her hungrily, came back and started to kiss her again.

As he kissed her, his one hand squeezed a boob, while the other smacked my wife on her ass.

SMACK!

SMACK!

"Oh, Anwar bhai!" My wife purred.

"You are such a slut!" Anwar scolded her.

They kissed again.

Her breasts were now fully out of her bra.

As my wife raised her hands, the mobster unclipped her bra from the back. He continued to maul her bosom as he stripped her topless. He now turned her around, so he was grinding on her back, as his hands reached around her front and groped her tits. One hand slowly went down to her pants.

"Oh, Anwar bhai!"

His hands were inside her petticoat now, stroking and rubbing her.

"OOOOOOOH, Anwar bhai!"

As one of his hands groped a huge breast, while the other rubbed her between her legs, my wife started to cum right there.

"OOOOH BHAISAAB!"

She was now bent over a table as her bottoms were pulled down. Her big ass, covered (or barely covered) in a thong, now came into view. I saw Anwar walk to one side of a room, open a cupboard, and pick something out. It was a cane.

SWOOOSH!

SWOOOSH!

SWOOOSH!

Vidya grimaced but she didn't say anything. She was now being kissed on her back and then caned on her ass all at the same time. I knew my wife couldn't hold out for long. She started to leak again.

My big breasted wife was now fully naked in this gangster's arms. He turned her around and they kissed on the lips, while he played with her big ass.

"Oh, Anwar bhai." My wife cooed. "Are you going to punish me like this before you fuck me?"

"Yes, randi." Anwar nodded. "I cannot imagine a woman like you exists. You need to be taught a lesson."

SLAP!

He slapped her. Again and again.

SLAP!

"You are a slut."

SLAP!

"You are whore!"

SLAP!

"A married lady who's a serial adulteress."

SLAP!

"A cocksucker!"

SLAP!

"You are giving your body to me just so I can tell a person on the board of your husband's company to vote a certain way." Anwar spoke. "I cannot even imagine how that will benefit YOU, or your cuckold useless husband, but here we are."

SLAP!

Finally, her cheeks bearing red streaks of a dozen slaps, Anwar pushed my wife down on her knees. Vidya knew what to do.

She slowly unzipped the gangster and then pulled down his pants. His underwear was next to be pulled down, as his huge dark cock sprang out and hit her on the face. Vidya smiled eagerly and opened her lips.

I watched as she started to suck him. Slowly at fast, and then more frequently. Anwar held her firmly by the hair, even as she continued to deep throat his cock.

"Oh, Anwar bhai, you are so big." She finally said, taking a breather.

SLAP!

The mobster slapped her again and again.

SLAP!

"Ok randi. Let's get you to the bed."

It was a scene I watched quite a few times that day. My wife, on the bed, on her back, legs spread, getting a pounding from another man. My wife, bent over, taking it in the ass. My wife, on her knees, sucking on another hard cock. Anwar was a man full of stamina, and my wife was a willing cunt eager to please.

As Anwar Bhai had admitted on camera, all for a board vote.

I just hoped all of this was worth it.

Four more months.

* * *

On the morning of the sixth day, I got up early. I knew we had one more day after this to enjoy the hotel, so I wanted to go for an early morning walk. Moreover, there were no meetings scheduled today, so I was sure my boss would want to spend the time with Vidya.

To my surprise, Vidya was also up. She was in the kitchenette area, making some coffee on the pot. She and Mr. Sarun had gone out last night - to celebrate his "win", and had come back pretty late.

"Hi sweetie." She turned to me and smiled. She was dressed in the hotel bathrobe. "You are up early."

"Ahhh ... yes." I stammered. "Um ... Did you get your coffee already, ma'am?"

My wife giggled. She found it funny that I was forced to call her ma'am.

"Yes, I did."

She really looked amazing. I noticed a slight wobble in her steps as she walked.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her. "Two more days."

"Oh god. I am feeling so amazing." Vidya gushed. "I was fucked so hard last night. A housewife's dream cum true. Pun intended. Haha."

I wondered if it was just Mr. Sarun who had fucked her last night. Or one of his Board member friends. Maybe Ashish. Vidya loooooved him.

"You had a busy day the day before too." I commented. "With Anwar and his men."

"I know!" Vidya shook her head. "I am sorry you had to see that, darling. Those men were so rough with me. But you understand. Sirjee was very clear. We needed Anwar bhai's support. Even Ashish said the same thing."

Yes, that confirmed Ashish was here as well. Somewhere. Again, I wondered if Vidya had already fucked him.

Maybe last night everyone fucked her. Mr. Sarun did say there were going to party. I had to check those recordings later.

"I understand, my love ... I mean, ma'am." I quickly corrected myself.

"I am going to take a quick shower, honey." My wife remarked. "As soon as I finish this coffee. It's unbelievable how much cum is swimming inside me right now."

"Oh."

"I should be tired, but I feel energized, for some reason. Does that make sense? You know how big their dicks are, and they fucked me all night long."

Their dicks. They fucked.

"Really, all night?" I croaked.

My wife twirled around, showing me some love bites on the nape of her neck.

"And this is Sirjee after we came back! You can see how rough he was. God! He was hard. All night long! I have bite marks and dried cum all over my body! It's like he was marking his territory, after loaning me out at the party."

"Oh."

After loaning me out ...

Vidya laughed.

"Are you jealous, honey?" She cooed. "You know you can never fuck me like that."

"I know." I admitted. "Yes, I am jealous."

"That's ok." Vidya smiled. "I love you, my dear. You are supposed to be jealous, my cuckold! That's how it's supposed to be. Deep down, though, you always knew your tiny little cock will never satisfy your wife, so you know I deserve happiness by cocks much larger than yours."

"Yes, ma'am."

At that moment Mr. Sarun walked in. I immediately perked up to full attention. Vidya's plans of taking a shower or a bath were going to be delayed.

"Good morning, sir." I greeted him. "How are you?"

"I am good." Mr. Sarun huffed. "Get me some water, Rajesh."

"Yes, Sir."

I poured him some water in a glass and he finished it in one gulp.

"Can I get you anything else, Sir?" I asked, as I picked up the empty glass to put into the dishwasher.

Mr. Sarun ignored me completely and went to Vidya. They hugged each other and started to kiss on the mouth.

"Oh yes!" Mr. Sarun smiled at her. "What a sight to wake up to."

His hands were all over her.

"Oh, last night you were so nasty, Sirjee." Vidya giggled.

Mr. Sarun gave her a sharp spank on her buttocks, before turning to me.

"What a great wife you have, Rajesh." He remarked. "Such a great body. Built for fucking."

There was only one thing I could say. I knew he wasn't lying, and I also knew the look on my wife's face as she was being fucked by him.

"Thank you, Sir, for making love to my wife, Sir." I replied meekly. "It helps our marriage, Sir."

"It's a good thing I came along." Mr. Sarun seemed to be in a magnanimous mood. "Your wife would have cheated on you anyways sooner or later. I fuck her, and still allow her to remain your wife. You can never thank me enough."

I fuck her, and still allow her to remain your wife.

"Yes, Sir." I wallowed like wimp, as Vidya watched me with an amused smile on her lips.

"She is your wife, but my plaything." Mr. Sarun boasted. "I do things to her you can only do in your wildest dreams."

"Yes, Sir."

They kept kissing, as Mr. Sarun started to take off my wife's robe.

"I don't have much under my robe, Sirjee." Vidya giggled. Mr. Sarun responded by disrobing her completely.

"Oh my!" Vidya could only mutter, as she was unceremoniously stripped fully naked. My wife then slowly parted Mr. Sarun's bathrobe. His hard tumescence came into view.

"You got a lot under here, Sirjee." Vidya giggled, as she knelt to kiss his penis.

"You are getting me started again, Vidya." Mr. Sarun commented, and then turned to me. "Now you know why I want to keep fucking her, Rajesh. You will jerk another loser load while your wife will fuck a real man."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

They kept hugging and kissing. His hands all over her ass.

"May I give you a morning blowjob, Sirjee?" My wife finally asked.

"Of course!"

In an instant my wife was on her knees, and started to play with my boss's cock.

"Keep sucking, my bimbo."

I watched as Vidya kept sucking and sucking, making the already large cock even harder and harder. She then stroked his balls.

"Mmm. Mmm." Vidya purred. "I enjoy the taste of your cock, Sirjee."

"What about your husband, Vidya?" Mr. Sarun scornfully asked.

"Life is too short for short cocks, Sirjee. I am your slut, Sirjee. I am your whore. Oh, I love your dark cock! Only you can satisfy this pussy, Sirjee."

Soon they both got naked, as I knew they would. They were now kissing each other hungrily. My coffee would have to wait, unless I made it myself. I badly wanted to watch as my wife was made to position herself over the kitchen table, face down, ass out, but I knew Mr. Sarun had warned me not to watch. So, rather reluctantly, I withdrew to my room.

Soon I began to hear the familiar noises.

THUNK!

"Oh, YES!"

THUNK!

"Oh, Sirjee!"

THUNK THUNK!

* * *

We had just finished breakfast some time ago. My boss was telling us at breakfast how he was going to take his 6 friends on the Board out for a celebration lunch and then a cruise by the beach, after they had officially won the vote (it wasn't even close) and the crisis was averted. I wondered what the crisis was, and whether Vidya had been able to find out. The sun was shining brightly, and it was going to be another hot day. I, of course, wasn't invited on that cruise. And I knew why Vidya was - she was going to be the celebratory fuck on the cruise. Every man on that boat was going to have his way with her.

Again.

"Rajesh!" My boss suddenly called out. "Come here."

"Yes, Sir." Immediately I scampered out of my room into the main area of our suite.

"We are in our room." Mr. Sarun continued.

"Coming, Sir."

They - Vidya and Mr. Sarun - were seated on a sofa in the bedroom, kissing. My wife was wearing a simple nightgown, and it was raised to her waist to expose her thighs and buttocks. As Mr. Sarun kissed her, his hands caressed her naked bottom. There was no other way to describe it - my wife was his slut.

"You have such a nice ass." He said, squeezing her derriere.

"Thank you Sirjee," She replied. I could see that her hand was reaching down to his crotch.

They continued to kiss for a bit as he groped her ass, and she rubbed his pants over his growing tent. I stood there, watching.

"Sometimes I wonder what I have done to deserve such a beautiful whore like you." My boss remarked.

"Oh Sirjee." Vidya giggled. "I would say you were lucky to hire my husband."

I stood there, mortified, as both of them laughed. Mr. Sarun turned to me.

"Do you want to stand here and watch, Rajesh?" He asked me. "Your wife thinks maybe you will learn something."

"Er ... yes, Sir. If you allow me to, Sir."

Mr. Sarun laughed.

"Stay. And watch as I fuck your slut wife."

He turned and kissed her again, this time stroking her on her cheeks, ears and then her boobs. I could see that my wife was very horny, and she was constantly rubbing her hands across his zipper, and his now visible hardness. It seemed the morning fuck had failed to satisfy her passion.

"Mmm." Vidya moaned, as Mr. Sarun once again groped and fingered her ass. "Sirjee. Spank me. You know you want to."

My boss didn't need a second invitation. He made my wife bend over, holding on to the edge of the bed for support.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

Each spank was like a rifle shot. I watched as my wife's butt cheeks became redder and redder. Each spank was hard, and my wife's ass cheeks jiggled, and she must have felt the pain, but she gritted her teeth, knowing her lover liked the act. No man who fucked my wife could avoid spanking her on her buttocks.

"Hey, cuckold!" Suddenly my boss turned to me.

"Er ... yes, Sir?" I immediately stood forward.

My wife had a slight smile on her face. Vidya was watching my boss treat me like a servant while having a finger up her asshole.

"Go get me a glass of water." Mr. Sarun ordered. "And make sure it's cold."

"Yes, Sir."

I walked out of the master bedroom to the little kitchenette. There was a fridge there, and I saw it had a water filter next to it. Finding a glass in the cabinet, I rinsed it, and then filled it with water from the filter. It was cold.

When I returned to the bedroom, I found out my wife was no longer on the couch.

She was on the floor, on her knees. Mr. Sarun was still on the couch. His pants were down at his ankles, and his underwear too, and his legs spread. My wife was kneeling between his legs, his hard dick between her lips, and her head bobbing up and down. As she sucked and licked his cock, Mr. Sarun was holding her hair firmly with his left hand. I noticed a couple of red finger marks on my wife's fair cheeks. He must have slapped her a couple of times already.

"Here, cuck." Mr. Sarun snapped his fingers. I immediately walked up to him and handed him the glass. As my wife continued to give my boss a blowjob, he drank the water in almost one gulp. Mr. Sarun then patted my wife on her cheeks.

"Hey, randi!" He called out to Vidya. "Do you need some water?"

My wife paused sucking his cock, and looked at me, and gently nodded. Mr. Sarun patted her on her cheeks again, and my wife resumed her duties. Mr. Sarun turned to me.

"Get this filled again," He ordered, handing me the glass.

"Yes, Sir."

As I was filling the glass again in the kitchen, I heard the unmistakable sounds.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Mr. Sarun loved to slap Vidya when she was giving him a blowjob. He would make her pause, taking his dick out, and slap her at least a couple of times; hitting her with the palm of his hand and then with the back of the hand. Once he was satisfied, he would snap his fingers, and my wife would go back to obediently sucking his cock again, ignoring her stinging cheeks.

I walked back into the room with the glass. I noticed that my boss had just finished slapping my wife again. Her cheeks bore the red marks. Mr. Sarun then snapped his fingers. Immediately, like the well-trained slut she was, Vidya parted her lips a little. Almost at once Mr. Sarun pushed the thick head of his huge cock against her mouth. I saw my wife close her eyes as my boss inserted his thick manhood all the way inside my wife's mouth, with its head pressed against her nostrils. Not a man to waste time on niceties, he put a hand on the back of her head and started to push the cock in and out, fucking her mouth. He then turned around and saw me.

"Hey, you idiot." He called out to me degradingly. "Come here."

"Yes, Sir." I walked and presented the water filled glass to my boss.

Mr. Sarun took the glass of water in his hand and watched my wife for some time as she expertly sucked on his penis like a girl sucking on a wet lollypop.

"Ok, slut." He ordered. "Stop. Your water is here."

Vidya paused and gently took out Mr. Sarun's manhood out of her mouth. I could see that her dress was now at her waist, completely exposing her, topless, and her breasts were proud and erect, with her nipples firm and pointed. She saw me standing next to him and blushed slightly.

Mr. Sarun took the glass and placed it down next to his penis. To my surprise, he inserted his hardness into the water, which became mixed with his precum, and then handed the glass to my wife.

"Drink." He ordered.

Vidya showed only the slightest hesitancy. She had done this many times before, so there was no reason for her to refuse, but that slight moment of indecision was displeasing to Mr. Sarun. He moved so quickly that neither of us saw the slaps coming.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Drink." He commanded my chastised wife again.

"Yes, Sirjee. I am sorry, Sirjee."

My wife drank the water in one gulp. Mr. Sarun took the now empty glass and handed it to me. I took it but remained standing there. My wife was still kneeling between Mr. Sarun's legs, her head bowed down.

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

SLAP!

"I am a slut, Sirjee."

SLAP!

"Come." Mr. Sarun ordered, standing up, and grabbing my wife again by the hair.

"Yes, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun turned to me.

"Go mix me a drink." He ordered. "Vodka on the rocks, if they have it. With a bit of lime."

"Yes, Sir."

As I made my way to the kitchen, Mr. Sarun was leading my wife to the bed like the way a cowboy would lead his prized cow.

As I mixed the drink in the kitchen, I began to hear noises from the bedroom. The bed was squeaking, and there were loud grunts from my boss and moans from my wife. No doubt, she was being taken by Mr. Sarun.

"Ooooh Sirjee!" I heard my wife exclaim.

As I finished making the drink, I wondered if Mr. Sarun would slap her again as he fucked her. You might find it strange and weird, but for some reason, I found the idea of this strong and powerful man dominating my wife, and slapping her, and Vidya gamely taking the slaps on in a highly submissive manner, strangely hyper erotic.

As I walked into the room, I could see that wife was lying on her belly, and Mr. Sarun had just withdrawn from her. She flipped around so that she was now on her back, her legs spread eagled. My boss stretched and straddled her again. With a grunt, he mounted my wife, and then in one move, plunged into her.

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

It was clear that my wife had already having an orgasm, a powerful one. Mr. Sarun was now plowing in and out of her, bucking his hips wildly, slamming into her again and again.

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

Vidya continued to moan as he pummeled into her.

There was a momentary pause as Mr. Sarun turned to look at me. Somehow he seemed to have read my mind.

"Stand here, Rajesh." He ordered, nodding to the side of the bed.

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun, his cock still buried in my wife, turned to speak to her.

"Get ready, bitch." He said.

Vidya nodded as Mr. Sarun raised his hand.

SLAP!

"You are a married woman who defiles her own marital bed with other men, that too in front of your husband!"

"I am a slut, Sirjee. I am a whore, Sirjee."

SLAP!

"On the boat, you will be servicing lots of men, while your husband waits here in this room. You are a whore, Vidya."

"I am a whore, Sirjee. I am your whore."

SLAP!

SLAP!

He slapped her a few times, leaving dark red marks on her cheeks, insulting her and shaming her, as I watched, holding his drink in my hand. Then, with a grunt, he started to cum in her.

"OOOOOhHHHHHHH! AAAAAAH" He yelled, as his hips moved fast. "WHAT A CUNT!"

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

"Hand me the drink." Mr. Sarun suddenly turned to me and snapped his fingers.

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun got up, and his penis make a sharp plonk sound as it withdrew from my wife. He took the drink from me and started to down it. Vidya just lay there on the bed, as if in a daze, her legs spread open, and rivers of cum running down her clit onto her thighs.

Mr. Sarun finished his drink and handed me the glass.

"Get out." He curtly pointed to the door. "Do not disturb us until I call you."

"Yes, Sir."

* * *

We were back in Pune.

It had taken us almost the whole weekend and a couple of days more to watch the hours long footage of my wife's various sexual escapades, while noting down anything Mr. Sarun, or any of her other lovers, said.

The footage of the cruise itself was more than three hours long. It seemed to be a marathon orgy which involved one dick or another being inside my wife at any time. Sometimes two, one in the mouth and another one in her pussy. Vidya was in multiple threesomes, one after the other, and managing all the men like a pro. As Mr. Sarun said, she was a born whore.

Most of the time, it appeared she was on all fours. Given her perfect ass, it was no surprise that the men loved to fuck her doggy style more than any position. When she had returned that night, I had watched her ass - it was full of red marks.

"Oh, Sirjee." She was moaning on the camera to my boss. "I was a good wife until my husband wanted me to fuck other men. And then you made me into a slut."

For a second her mangalsutra must have flipped around, as it captured her face, even as she was pounded from behind by someone.

If you love your wife, you would want her to have that face. That look of pure ecstasy and bliss. That is how I justified this whole scene. That, and the fact that we got some valuable information. There had been a hostile takeover bid for the company board, with Mr. Sarun potentially being replaced as the CEO.

It had been Ashish who had revealed the shocking news to Vidya, as he had fucked her on the boat.

I switched to that clip. The necklace had been placed by Vidya on a shelf in a room, so it captured the whole scene. It appeared that Ashish didn't want to fuck Vidya in front of others, so he had taken her to a room on the big boat and was enjoying her there.

"Can you imagine, beti?" I heard him say, as the focus became clearer on the screen. I could see that both Ashish and Vidya were naked, and Vidya was on her knees, sucking on Ashish's big balls, while stroking his manhood. "Devika, going against her father Mr. Sarun, herself?"

It was none other than Devika Sarun, the daughter of my boss, Mr. Hemant Sarun. Through her lawyer, she had argued that her father was someone unsuitable to lead the company and remain on the board. The shares that Mr. Sarun had, mostly belonged to the family.

"Devika somehow found out her father is fooling around and cheating on her mother." Ashish continued, as I watched on screen Vidya expertly switch to licking his rapidly hardening dick while playing with his balls.

"Devika, the same girl, who ..." Vidya stopped momentarily what she was doing and looked up at Ashish. "Uncle, is it the same girl who was involved with ... Gaurav?"

I noted, bemused, that Vidya still called Ashish 'uncle' and he was calling her 'beti'. Even as she was giving him a blowjob.

"Yes, beti." Ashish smiled. "You remember Gaurav, don't you, beti?"

Vidya blushed a deep crimson red.

"Yes, uncle." She nodded. "I remember Gaurav."

Gaurav was the first man Vidya had slept with, after our marriage. Other than me, of course. I still remember that night vividly. Gaurav had framed me in the job for a project gone bad, and I was going to be fired. My only hope was to try and prove Gaurav had messed up, not me - but getting the proof was impossible.

My other hope was to find proof of Gaurav's infidelity. He was engaged to Devika, and if I could prove how unfaithful Gaurav was, Devika herself would get rid of him from the company. Even that proved useless. Gaurav had just been too careful.

In a moment of being at our wits' end, Vidya had blurted out, "I should just go to bed with him, and you can tape it and show it to his fiancée!"

And the rest, as they say, is history.

"Ever since she dumped Gaurav," Ashish continued, as Vidya once again began to suck his cock. "Devika had always suspected it was her father who set Gaurav up. Mr. Sarun never approved of Gaurav, you see. So slowly, she had become estranged from her father."

Vidya now stood up and walked over to a bed in the room. Ashish followed her. Over the next ten minutes, as he fucked her and finally came inside her, I found out why Devika wanted to take over the company.

She had always suspected her father of cheating on her mother, so she had hired a private investigator. It wasn't long before videos of Vidya and Mr. Sarun, that he had carelessly shared with a few friends, came to Devika's procession.

Seeing that it was the same woman who had slept with Gaurav, and now with Mr. Sarun, had only cemented her suspicion about her father being behind setting up Gaurav. Too bad for her she did not know it was our plan.

Adultery was not illegal in USA, nor here in India, so the only way Devika could get control of the Board was to convince the rest of the Board that a man with Mr. Sarun's character should not be in charge. Devika wanted the control of the family shares to be made over to her, and Mr. Sarun removed from his position as CEO.

Unfortunately for her, Mr. Sarun controlled half the Board, and the other half he had bribed (both with money and with Vidya going to Anwar bhai) that in the end, Devika was unsuccessful. Mr. Sarun remained in charge, and as he promised, in three and half months we would get out shares in the company as well.

"How does all of this help us," I asked Vidya, as I closed the laptop. It was a Tuesday night, and we were ready to go to bed.

"I am going to contact my friend Lata." Vidya commented, as she tied up her hair in a bun. "You remember her, don't you?"

Yes, of course. The legendary Lata. Vidya's best friend in college, and the accomplice in so many of her sexual adventures. The most famous one was once, when partying after exams, in a shady night club, a Pathan guy Lata had been seeing for a week had alleged that he had the biggest dick amongst all students on campus, and how no girl had ever managed to take it all in her mouth at once.

Vidya had immediately challenged him, and in front of her friend Lata, had not only gone down on him then and there, she managed to swallow his monster cock completely. Not only did she blow him, and suck every drop, but cheered on by Lata, Vidya had immediately turned around, pulled down her pants and bent over, presenting her bum to him. The Pathan (and three of his friends) spent the night with her and Lata, fucking them in the ass (and other holes) all night.

That was Lata. I knew she was a lawyer, practicing in New Delhi, married to some rich accountant.

"We have proof of the rest of the Board now." Vidya remarked, as she got into bed. "They are all married men, and in case of many of them - it is their wives who actually own the shares, because it had been these women's fathers on the Board before. So, the husbands are enjoying their wives' property, and if it comes out that they are engaged in an orgy ..."

I could start to see most of Vidya's plan. I shut the laptop completely and started to get ready for bed. Getting ready meant, of course, stripping completely naked. Vidya wanted me completely in the nude in the bedroom.

"We have to wait until we get those shares in our name, of course." Vidya said, as I got into bed beside her. "Once we are on the Board as well, that is when we make our move. How we do it, I will have to discuss the legalities with Lata. She will know."

We kissed for some time. I felt relieved that Vidya seemed to have a plan, however abstract it was, to end this relationship with Mr. Sarun. A year of slavery would come to an end.

Then Vidya had a revelation of her own.

"You know, honey, that my mother is coming to stay with us for a few days, starting tomorrow." She said, as she stroked my cock.

"Yes, honey." I answered. I knew that Poonam's kitchen was being renovated, so Vidya had asked my mother-in-law to stay with us.

"I just got a text from Balachandraji."

"Oh."

Balachandra was a South Indian gentleman who had been our neighbour sometime ago. Even though he now lived out of town, he would occasionally visit Pune.

Again, if you have read my stories, you know that Balachandra was also someone who enjoyed my wife as a 'friends with benefits' for over three years now. My wife was his booty call whenever he was in the city, and Vidya never said no. She loved being fucked by him, with his huge rod and superb stamina and legendary recovery powers.

"He is also coming to town in two days." Vidya told me. "And you know what that means."

"But ... but ..." I stammered. "Your mother will be here."

Vidya smiled, even as she held my cock firmly in her hands.

"It is time, my dear husband," She answered me sweetly, "For my mum to find out exactly what my husband is."

"Er ... what , darling."

Her words were not surprising, nor were they a lie. They still stung.

"A cuckold, dear. That's what you are. It is time I told my mother."

A cuckold.

A pathetic cuckold.