My Indian Slut Wife Vidya - Part 11

"Are you sure about the numbers?" My boss Mr. Sarun's brow was furrowed, and over the Zoom call I saw him rub his temples. As the CEO of the company, Mr. Sarun was not immune to taking risks, but I knew this would be a completely new area for the company.

"Yes, Sir." I replied confidently. "You had the chance to look over them. What do you think?"

"Hmm." As usual, Mr. Sarun was initially non-committal. "Prediction is always a risky game, Rajesh, especially about the future."

"Sir. You have seen my research." I pointed out. "It's very thorough. I also showed you exactly how much these companies are paying currently. It will be very easy to beat those prices, undercut these companies, and enter the market in a dominant position."

And, Sir, you should know all about dominant positions, I thought to myself.

Mr. Sarun paused for a moment, and then looked at me.

"I will be honest, Rajesh. It's an excellent idea. And your research is very thorough. But somehow, I am not sure we need to take this risk now. The world is going for a recession, and every company in our sector is barely surviving."

"Not ours, Sir. We are doing extremely well." I pointed out, "But ... if we do this, Sir, it's a whole new segment for our company."

"Yes ... but the risk ..."

"Sir." I leaned forward on my laptop. "When was the last time you backed away from a risk, simply because it was ... a ... little ... risky? Think of the potential, Sir."

Then I buttressed his manhood.

"And ... Sir ... we all know you are a real man's man, Sir. If the company pulls this off, you will be a business legend too, Sir. And you don't even have to give me credit, Sir. I don't like the limelight. Just ... remember me in your ... rewards, Sir."

My boss laughed.

"You mean the next time I am fucking your wife, I will humiliate you less, Rajesh?"

"Er ..." I gulped. "Sir, my wife really loves you, Sir. I am just happy you are there to take care of her, Sir. As I said, Sir, you are a true man's man."

There was a grin on Mr. Sarun's face.

"You certainly know how to sell a deal, Rajesh. I think you are wasted in technical. I should put you in marketing. You are certainly a useful man!"

I laughed.

Just you wait, Sir. I thought to myself. You will see exactly how ... useful ... I am.

I guess I better rewind just a bit. To about five days ago. Last Sunday.

* * *

FIVE DAYS AGO

"Darling, my love, would you get the door please?" My wife Vidya looked at me and requested, as the doorbell rang a couple of times.

It was a Sunday, and we were at the dining table. We had just finished lunch, which was, as usual, delicious. Vidya was an amazing cook, just like her mother Poonam, and when the two ladies got together in the kitchen, the result was amazing. My gorgeous mother-in-law Poonam was visiting us, to stay with us for some time, while her kitchen was being renovated. Already I felt like I had put on five pounds, and she has been with us for only three days so far.

"Yes, my dear." I immediately pushed my chair back and stood up.

"Ah, jamai babu." My beautiful mother-in-law giggled. "You have put on a little weight, haven't you?"

"Both of you are an amazing cooks, Mummy." I blushed with embarrassment and replied. "I really should control."

"Yes, you should," Vidya scolded me gently, and then giggled. "I saw you took three kababs. What will people say when you are with me? I am such a beautiful lady ... and your paunch is growing!"

"I am sorry dear." I replied. "You are indeed beautiful, and I should start controlling my food."

"Yes, jamai babu." My mother-in-law Poonam agreed with my wife. "Men in India generally have to control their health and watch their food ... we eat a lot of oily stuff. Look at Vidya; she has maintained her figure despite the food we eat. She works out regularly and exercises often. You are her husband, so you need to look the part."

Well, sex is a good exercise and workout, and Vidya ... exercises ... a lot, I thought, but of course I didn't say that. What I said was something else.

"Er ... yes, Mummy. Of course."

"You are absolutely right, Mama. And you ... look at you ... nobody will say you are my mother! You look like my sister!" Vidya nodded in agreement with her mother, before looking again at me. "Maybe you need to join the gym again, babe. I want you to lose at least ten pounds. And lose that little paunch you have."

"Yes, my love."

"When you go to the gym," Vidya continued. "I don't want you to do just some non-sense cardio on those treadmills and then come home. Go to one of the instructors, and incorporate the jump rope, box jumps, squat, jumps or some other activity to keep your heart rate up in-between your strength training movements. This effectively reduces training time because you can get your cardio and weights in together. Then if you choose to do cardio on top of it, you only need 15-20 minutes tops."

This was a lot of information for me to take in, and I was never into fitness unlike Vidya and her mother Poonam, but I knew there was only one correct answer. Every husband in the world knows that answer!

"Yes, my dear."

"Maybe you should start training with Payal." Vidya reflected. "She is a very good - and stern - trainer. I know a couple of the husbands who are being trained by her. Ravi, I think, Sheetal's husband - Sheetal said Payal had already made Ravi lose 5 pounds. She is tough. I think you need some a strict woman trainer. Your tummy really needs to go in, babe."

"Yes, my love."

My mother-in-law Poonam had a small smile on her lips as my wife continued to chastise me. Thoroughly admonished by now, I mumbled an apology to both the ladies and then made my way to the front door as the doorbell rang again.

It was a courier, delivering a small parcel, and a letter. Both the parcel and letter were for Vidya, and I saw that it was from Mr. Sarun.

My boss. And my wife's lover. Or, rather more correctly, one of her lovers.

"What is it, babe?" Vidya asked, as I returned to the dining table.

"It's a parcel for you, my love." I replied. "And a letter. It's from ... er ... Mr. Sarun."

"Hmm." Vidya raised an eyebrow. "Put it on that desk, darling. I will look at it later."

"Yes, dear."

"Isn't he your boss, jamai babu?" Poonam was curious. "And he is sending something ... for ... Vidya?"

"Er ..." I didn't know what to say, but Vidya leaned in and whispered something to her mother, who nodded. I decided not to reply and went to the desk to place the parcel there. As I turned back to sit at the dining table, Vidya raised a hand to stop me.

"Babe, can you come here, please."

"Oh ... of course, dear."

"Please stand here." Vidya ordered.

"Yes, my love."

I walked and stood beside my wife.

"Jamai babu." Poonam stood up. "I was just telling Vidya about the yoga teacher at the gym. I need you to help me demonstrate something."

"Er ... yes, of course, Mummy." I answered, not knowing what was going on.

"Now." Poonam instructed. "I want you to do the position commonly known as 'Downward Dog'. Do you know it, jamai babu?"

"Er ... no, Mummy."

"Tsk tsk." Poonam shook her head. "You really need to get more active, jamai babu. Here, let me show you."

Poonam came and stood beside me.

"First, point both feet forwards, and toes pointed straight ahead." Poonam commanded. "And legs slightly apart, but not too much."

"Yes, Mummy."

"Now, I will bend over completely, and so my palms are on the floor in front of my head." Poonam demonstrated. "My body will form an inverted V, so my buttocks are completely protruding up."

"Er ... yes, Mummy."

"He gets shy whenever you mention your buttocks, Mama!" Vidya giggled. "Even though I have seen him ogle your bottom from time to time."

I blushed bright red as both ladies giggled.

"I know. I do have some big buttocks, and I have seen jamai babu check me out."

"I don't check out your ... er ... buttocks ... Mummy!" I protested.

"Are you saying there's something wrong with my buttocks, jamai babu?"

"Er ... no ... it's not what I meant!" I was flummoxed, and I saw my mother-in-law smile.

"We are teasing you, jamai babu." Poonam grinned, and then turned her full attention back to me as she instructed me. "Remember to lift your knees off the floor, jamai babu, and straighten your legs as much as possible."

"Yes, Mummy."

I copied my mother-in-law, so I was soon bent over, hands on the floor, and my ass pointing upwards. Poonam stood up.

"Hold that pose, jamai babu." Poonam ordered, as she walked to stand behind me.

"Yes, Mummy."

"This is a very good position for spanking, Mama." Vidya suddenly sniggered. "I have to remember this in the bedroom."

"You are right, beti." Poonam agreed. "I used to spank your papa like this a lot!"

"Yes, I remember you telling me." Vidya nodded. "I also should start with your jamai babu in this position! I love making his ass red!"

This was new information to me. Poonam used to spank Vidya's father?! Wow ... I didn't know Vivek, Vidya's dad, had a kinky side to him. And Vidya knows about this? And now Vidya is telling my mother-in-law already that she spanks me.

"Look at jamai babu!" Poona continued. "He looks like he has gone over to the head mistress for a caning!"

I blushed again as both mother and daughter joined in laughter, as I remained there in that humiliating position. For about a minute, both the ladies discussed the merits of spanking one's husband in that position, as if I was not even there.

"Now, D'Souza - my yoga instructor - will come and stand behind me." Poonam finally continued. "And then he will place his hand on my ass. Like this."

Suddenly I felt my mother-in-law's hands on my buttocks. She completely cupped my left butt cheek, and through the thin layer of clothes that was my shorts, I felt a finger in my asshole.

"D'Souza will cup my butt, like this," Poonam was telling Vidya, even as her daughter was giggling at my visible discomfort at being fondled by her mother, "And he will say, 'Oh, Mrs. Sharma, you must raise your bottom, a little.' And then finger my butthole, through my yoga pants, pat my butt, before moving on. Every day!"

My mother-in-law then fingered me again, before patting my ass.

"Jamai babu," She snickered. "I can see your legs bending. Maybe you are better off on my daughter's knees, rather than like this, for a spanking. You can get up now."

"Er ... thanks, Mummy."

I stood up, my face flush red with the effort of being in that position for a good five minutes. I also had a slight bulge in my shorts because of my mother-in-law's fondling. I saw both Poonam and Vidya glance down, and they had a soft smile on their lips. To my relief, neither of them said anything about it.

"Does this D'Souza fondle only you?" Vidya asked. "Or every lady in the class?"

Poonam had the grace to blush.

"Yes. Only me." She nodded, and then blushed again as she sat down. "Every day he will make me stand on the first row, so everyone behind us can see as he openly gropes my buttocks and fondles me. I know I should be angry, but ..."

"So, Mama." Vidya asked. "What is the issue? If you like it, and he keeps doing it ..."

"It's the other ladies." Poonam made a face. "As you know, it's mostly us older ladies who take this class, and the instructor was supposed to be a woman, but last minute there was some issue, and we have this young guy. Every lady has now seen this man with his finger up my asshole. I am sure a few - or all - of them talk about it behind my back."

"So ... what." Vidya scoffed. "You enjoy yourself, Mama. You are a widow, and you are a beautiful woman, and you have a nice big gaand. Am I not right, babe?"

"Er ... yes, of course, my love." I hastily agreed with my wife. "Mummy ... er ... has a nice ... er ... big ... gaand."

Once more the ladies glanced down towards my crotch, where my bulge was still prominent. Again, thankfully, they did not mention that.

"What will these women think?" Poonam repeated the reason for her hesitation. "I go out with them also ... for drinks and all. Now they will think I am a slut. Because they know this man is ... um ... doing this with me ... and I am not ... saying anything."

Vidya shook her head.

"Didn't you tell me, Mama, that being a slut is fine as long as YOU want to be a slut, and as long as you are safe?"

"I did, beti, I did." Poonam nodded. "But you were young, going off to college. I am an old lady."

"You are my sexy mother." Vidya went and gave my mother-in-law a hug. She then kissed her mother on both cheeks, before continuing, "And you are my slutty mother. Go and enjoy being fondled by D'Souza, Mama."

Poonam laughed.

"Speaking of enjoying," Vidya seemed to suddenly remember something. "There's a party we are invited to, Mama. It's tomorrow night, and I want you to come as well."

"What party?"

"It's thrown by our neighbour. Well ... former neighbour. The South Indian gentleman, Balachandraji."

I wonder if Poonam saw me take a sudden sharp intake of breath.

"Er ... what will I do at that party?" Poonam shook her head. "You kids go and enjoy yourself."

"Trust me, you will enjoy too." Vidya replied. "Say na you will come!"

"OK, maybe. I will think about it." Poonam was non-committal. "And who keeps a party on a Monday night?"

"It's a very special type of party." Vidya replied with a smile. "I should talk to you about it."

Poonam looked at my wife.

"What's on your mind, beti?"

"Mama." Vidya had a sudden grin. "I wanted to talk to you about something. But I also want some chai. Do you want some tea as well?"

"Er ... sure."

Vidya turned to me.

"Darling, will you help me clear the table?"

"Yes, of course, babe."

"Mama." Vidya turned to her mother. "Why don't you relax in the living room. We will be there shortly. With the tea."

I knew what Vidya wanted to tell her mother Poonam. I knew it since this morning because Vidya had told me. Let me rewind back, even more, to this morning.

* * *

Today, after I had woken up, I found the bed was empty; Vidya was downstairs somewhere. I went to the washroom and freshened up and brushed my teeth. As I entered the bedroom again from the bathroom, Vidya also entered at the same time from the other door. She must have woken up earlier, already freshened up, and had gone down to the kitchen to start breakfast. I knew she also practiced yoga and aerobics in the morning.

"Oh, honey." Vidya remarked, as she shut the bedroom door and walked towards the bed. "You must be wondering where your clothes are."

"Yes, dear." I answered. I was still naked, having not gotten dressed. Vidya liked me to remain naked all the time in the bedroom.

"Come here, cuckold." Vidya ordered, as she sat down on one edge of the bed. "Come and kneel down in front of me."

"Yes, dear." I did as she asked. My wife, as was her wont, looked amazing dressed in an orange sari, and I - her naked cuckolded husband.

"Kiss my feet, please." Vidya pointed at her feet. Her voice had a slightly irritated tone in it. "By now you should be doing this automatically, babe, when you kneel in front of me."

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

I immediately placed my palms on the ground, bent over completely, raising my naked backside, and pressed my lips to Vidya's right foot. My wife's skin was so supple, so smooth. She moisturized and took care of every inch of her body, and I loved to kiss all over, but especially her feet. It amused her, that I was so submissive to her, and it made me feel happy because I was able to please her. I kissed the tip of her big toe and then licked the space between the big toe and the next toe.

"Good boy." Vidya clicked her tongue appreciatively, as I then took the next toe into my mouth and sucked on it for some time. After finishing kissing that toe, I repeated my meticulous licking of the space between that toe and the next toe, before moving on and taking the next toe into my mouth.

"Keep licking." Vidya patted my head. "Oh, this feels nice, jaanu."

When I was done paying homage to all the toes, Vidya raised her feet slightly. I knew what I had to do next.

I licked the sole of her feet, leaving no space untouched on the bottom with my lips or tongue. This was the same sole that had been all over the house, and even the washrooms and the kitchen. After licking the sole, I then kissed her heel and then her ankle, before moving to the top of her foot and kissing each and every part of her foot.

"Good boy." Vidya reached down and patted my cheeks. "Back to your kneeling position, jaanu."

"Yes, dear."

"Now, jaanu," Vidya leaned in and smiled at me. She had a lovely smile. "You know that our lovely neighbor - the gentleman Balachandraji - is coming tomorrow to Pune. He was supposed to come tonight but is delayed. And he will stay, as usual, at Ravi and Sheetal's place."

"Yes, of course, dear."

We both knew Ravi and Sheetal, of course. They were a young couple - Ravi was 34, I think, and Sheetal was 28 or 29 - and they were now our neighbours. They were living as tenants in Balachandra's house, as Balachandra had moved out of Pune.

I also knew that Sheetal was a long distant relative of Balachandra. They were from the same village or something. Ravia and Sheetal's families were both heavily in debt, when Ravia had found a good job in Pune. However, they needed a cheap place to stay in Pune, and this is where Balachandra stepped in. He offered them his place, since he was moving out but needed to rent the house. The young couple moved in at a discounted rent ... with a caveat.

And this is where Vidya had filled me in some time ago.

Sheetal was a slut wife, and Ravi was her cuckolded husband.

Whenever Balachandra would visit the city, he would stay at their ... meaning his ... place. They would host him and take care of all of his needs.

All of his needs, Vidya had explained to me with a wink.

And that duty fell naturally on Sheetal. So, once or twice a year, Sheetal would have to call sick at work when Balachandra visited, and then stay at home servicing this old, retired army man ... in bed. Her husband Ravi would purposely stay late at work, fully aware of the debauchery his wife was engaged in, yet helpless to intervene. Just like me, he was another cuckold whose wife was getting fucked, and fucked repeatedly, by this perverted old man Balachandra.

Of course, while Balachandra visited and stayed over at Sheetal's, he would also pop in to our place for a visit. Vidya would be informed in advance, and she would order me also to come home late. Between the two young supple horny and willing wives, this old lecher's sexual appetite was kept very well satisfied. Often he would have both in bed at the same time, making the ladies scream with joy in a way their husbands couldn't.

For Vidya's part, all she had to do was make sure to tell Balachandra to visit at a time when she wasn't servicing my boss Mr. Sarun. In that way, she kept her two lovers unaware of each other.

"Do you know why he is coming into town, dear?" I asked.

Vidya shrugged.

"I think it's his company." She said, furrowing her brow. "You know he bought that company - Radin Q Security - sometime ago. 3 years ago, I think. With all his savings. They have some contract or something - he said - that he needs to sign."

Ah, yes. Radin Q Security. One of our small competitors, I thought to myself. While our companies had high tech security and devices for big companies and institutions, Radin Q Security, and many other small players, vied for event security.

Then again, I am sure Balachandra loves coming into town, just to be with my wife; and Sheetal was just the bonus. It's the sweetest conquest for any older man. That me - the husband married to such a bombshell - stay in my office, or in the guest room, wanking away, knowing he's giving my wife what she craves. This was the satisfaction real men enjoy. A satisfaction my wife also craves.

"Right now," Vidya was now patting my cheeks. "Mama is here. And it will be difficult for me to visit and stay over at Sheetal's without her noticing. And I really do want to spend some time with Balachandraji. He might come over and sleep here too."

"Yes, honey." I replied, before I thought of something. "Er ... darling... right now Mummy is sleeping the guestroom. If Balachandra comes here and you are in the master bedroom with him ... do I go to the servants' quarters?"

Vidya laughed and raised her hand.

SLAP!

It was a hard and sharp smack.

"You are the best cuckold husband anyone could want, darling." She grinned, rubbing my cheek where she had just slapped me. "And yes, just like when Narges is here, you sleep in the servants' quarters, so too will you when Balachandraji is here. Are you happy?"

She slapped me again.

SLAP!

"I am happy when you are happy, my love." I earnestly replied. "And if that means you visiting Balachandra, or him coming here, I am ok with it."

"Balachandraji." Vidya grinned. "Yes, of course you are OK with it."

SLAP!

"I don't 'visit' him darling. I get fucked by him."

SLAP!

"And just like me getting fucked by Mr. Sarun and his gang, on a boat all day, you are all for it too."

SLAP!

Vidya slapped me again and again, hard.

SLAP!

"I did used to wonder, before, whether you truly love me." She said, patting my cheeks. "You were letting me sleep with all these men, and if I really had any place in your heart."

SLAP!

"But now I see that this comes out of your love."

SLAP!

"Yes, my dear. I really love you."

Also, for an unexplained reason, I thought, I really get aroused when I see you with another man. Or men.

"My lovers are all horny men who love fucking a married woman." Vidya smiled at me. "And I love to fuck them. The fact that I do this with your encouragement makes it so much better. Of course, they are much more skilled than you in bed."

SLAP!

"Yes, my love."

"Of course, you know how to use your tongue." My wife grinned. "You fuck me with your tongue the way they fuck me with their big cocks. Both give me great pleasure, but the difference is that they fuck me with a man's cock. You fuck me with a cuckold's tongue."

SLAP!

"Today," Vidya continued, "I must tell Mama the truth about our marriage. I know she suspects, perhaps, but hasn't said anything."

I waited for another slap, but Vidya had a slight grin on her face.

"Do you know why I slap you, my dear?"

"Er ... it's because I am a cuckold, my love." I answered.

"Correct. You have a little dick that cannot satisfy me completely, so I need to commit adultery to get that sexual satisfaction. It is your fault I am an adulteress. Your fault!"

Vidya then slapped me twice in quick succession.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Not to mention the fact that you get aroused and enjoy it when the love of your life is getting used as a cum dump by other men."

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

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Kiss my feet again, babe."

Once more I bent down and paid homage to my wife's beautiful, manicured feet.

"This afternoon," Vidya told me, "When I discuss our marriage with Mama, and you being a cuckold, I will snap my fingers. Immediately I want you to bend down and kiss my feet. Again, this time in front of my mother. Is that understood?"

I gulped.

"Yes, dear."

I was slapped twice more. Lately I noticed that I am being slapped more and more by my wife.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Vidya got up.

"Your new clothes are in the hanger in the closet, darling." She stated. "Please wear the new shirt and trousers I got for you the other day from Timmy Hilfiger."

"Yes, dear."

"Remember that today, after lunch," Vidya announced, "I will tell Mama everything. EVERY thing."

"Yes, my love. Whatever you decide is best, my darling."

And thus, here we were.

Clearing the tables was easy and quick. The dishwasher was already empty, so I placed all the dirty dishes and plates in there. Meanwhile Vidya had started a fresh kettle for the tea and packed away the leftovers in the fridge. Soon the water was boiling.

"Ready, darling?" Vidya turned to me, as she prepared the tea. I noticed there were two cups - just for her and Poonam. "It is now time to tell Mama everything."

"Honey." I asked in a small voice. "Do I really have to bend down and kiss your feet? In front of your mother?"

Vidya smiled.

"My love. You will have to submit yourself completely to me. And now that my mother will now, you have to do that in front of my mother. Soon, I want you to submit to my mother as well. As you can see ... she is a widow. She has ... needs. I am going to tell her ... that you will be ... servicing her. I don't know what she will have in mind, but I am sure you will be sucking ass soon. Her ass."

I gulped.

"I understand, my love. Whatever you, and your mother, decide, my dear. But ... darling ... serve her? What shall I do?"

Vidya grinned.

"Everything, my love. Everything."

"Er ... everything?" I again clarified.

Vidya looked at me.

"My love." She spoke softly. "There is just no one better at licking pussy than you. I am telling you this, despite having my pussy licked by so many men. I swear upon it."

"Er ... yes, dear."

This wasn't the first time I had been told by her that I lick pussy like no other man can. And every time I do, I can see her melting away. At least I was good at something.

"Other guys are much more hung and fuck me so good but by God, your tongue is amazing." My wife continued. "You do it well. And you will start on that with my mother, when she asks. I know she would love a good cunt licking."

"Er ... yes, dear."

"And then ... on to other things. Now, follow me."

Like a dog, I faithfully followed my wife into the living room. Poonam was already there, remote in her hand, going through our movie library.

"Mama." Vidya suddenly announced, placing the tea on a table. "As I said, I have something to tell you. I will tell you in private."

As Poonam looked on, somewhat surprised, and a little worried, Vidya turned to me and snapped her fingers.

Time seemed to have paused.

Slowly, almost in slow motion, I knelt down on the floor, and then bent over and prostrated on my hands and knees. I lowered my face until my lips touched my wife's feet.

As my mother-in-law watched in silence, her mouth open in shock and surprise, I kissed my wife's feet, her ankle and her toes. Then I got up and stood up, my eyes cast on the floor, unable to meet her gaze. Or my mother-in-law's.

"Darling." Vidya gave me a sweet smile, and then snapped her fingers. "Please leave us alone for now."

"Yes, dear."

"Close the door on your way out. Remain standing outside this door. I don't want you to go anywhere. I will call you back in after I had a discussion with Mama."

"Yes, dear."

* * *

I stood there for close to half an hour, wondering what Vidya would be telling her mother Poonam. Finally, unable to tolerate the suspense anymore, I took out my cell phone.

I had promised myself I wouldn't do this, but I needed to know. Quickly going through my apps, I switched on the camera app, and selected one of the cameras hidden in the living room.

"... with you, it's different." Vidya was saying.

Huh? Poonam? What is different ... with Poonam? I noticed my mother-in-law give Vidya a bemused smile.

"Thanks darling, for thinking about me." She replied. "But I am more interested in those men that are fucking you."

Vidya laughed.

"Which one? Sirjee aka Mr. Sarun? Or Balachandraji?"

"Which one you said is coming tomorrow?"

"Oh ... Balachandraji. By the way, Mama, he said he never had a mother and daughter at the same time!"

I saw Poonam blush. Even Vidya blushed after a bit, as they both realized the consequence of what they were joking about.

... never had a mother and daughter at the same time ...

I also realized what this meant.

Balachandra has been told that I know he is fucking Vidya. So now one more man - another lover of Vidya other than Mr. Sarun - knew that I was a cuckold. With those videos of Vidya now probably floating around in Whatsapp groups, I wonder by this time how many more people already knew about me being a cuckold. Especially people that I knew.

Poonam then leaned in.

"Beti." She said lovingly. "I know it's all fun and games now for you, and maybe jamai babu, but have you thought of what will happen to your marriage in the long term?"

"My husband is really the best husband in the world." Vidya declared. "I told you, Mama, he loves me. He likes it when ... I am with ... these other men. You should see him! He gets aroused when ... he is ... humiliated. Mr. Sarun was scolding him, taunting him, all the while with his dick buried inside me ... in front of Rajesh. And I could see my husband was ... aroused."

"Yes, for now." Poonam reflected. "But what will happen later when jamai babu wants a family? Will he still be the same?"

Vidya was silent.

"I think ... Mama ... there's still a bit of time for that. I know ... I also thought about starting a family. Maybe ... in about a year or so."

"Is jamai babu capable?" Poonam suddenly asked. "We know he has a very small penis."

I realized I was blushing as I heard my mother-in-law question my manhood.

"Oh, yes!" Vidya laughed. "I know he has a small dick, but he's up to the job. I know ... I had his sperm tested in our first year of marriage. He is quite capable of being a father."

Um ... when did Vidya test my sperm? And how?

"That's good to know." Poonam heaved a sigh of relief. "I like him, despite his ... er ... limitations. He's a good man. He loves you, and is polite to everyone in our family, and he is always so shy around me!"

"You will have to fix that." Vidya grinned. "His shyness around you. I thought at first he has a crush on you, but he is shy around ALL beautiful women."

"Oh, don't worry." Poonam grinned. "His shyness around me will be gone the moment I have him kiss and lick my gaand."

Both mother and daughter burst out laughing.

"I have told him that I want him to start servicing you also, and you will be his mistress, and he your slave." Vidya said. "And ah, yes, your gaand. We both love to tease him, and I know he is attracted to your big gaand!"

"Ah, my gaand." Poonam smiled. "First D'Souza fondles it, and now I will have my jamai babu lick it! Kiss it. Suck it."

"About starting a family," Vidya suddenly became a little serious. "You know, Mr. Sarun did seriously make me an offer. He wants to 'breed me', in his words. He wanted me to go off the pill and get impregnated by him. Our child will carry my husband's name, but Mr. Sarun will pay for everything. Mr. Sarun was very enthusiastic about it, and he thought I would be too. He was very surprised when I said I will think about it. He had almost assumed I would be in for it."

There was a bit of silence as Poonam digested this news.

"And what does jamai babu think about this 'offer'? Did you tell him?"

"I did. He was, of course, as expected, shocked with this. And I think this ... will be a step too far ... for him ... for us. He seems ok with me and other men ... but only as far as sex. I guess he is ok as long as they are only fucking me, but not impregnating me."

"So why did Mr. Sarun make this offer to you?" Poonam was curious.

"I know why Mr. Sarun wants this." Vidya replied thoughtfully. "At first, when he first started to fuck me, it was about 'conquering' me. He was banging yet another married woman. One more wife had submitted to him. I know there's a lot of employees in his US branch whose wives have been seduced by him, and who come to him. Often with their husband's knowledge. The man loves to fuck married women."

"But now ..." Poonam prompted.

"But now ... it has become more about domination. Domination of me. Domination of Rajesh."

Vidya leaned in as she continued.

"He loves to humiliate my husband even as he is having sex with me. You should have seen him when we were at that resort. Scolding my husband, degrading him, even as his own dick was inside me, making me cum. It was not enough that I was hopelessly taking his name as he was fucking me, or cumming inside me. He was scolding my husband and humiliating him in my presence."

"For Mr. Sarun, it's now about total control. Total control of us as a couple - we are his slaves, and he is our master. If I become pregnant via him, it will give Mr. Sarun not just a big thrill to have another man's wife carry his child, but also total power over us."

"And ... what do you think of it?" Poonam pressed Vidya. "I know you are drawn to power, and powerful men, but this ... seems a bit too far."

"You know, Mama," Vidya replied after a moment. "I really love my husband. When it comes to a child, I want a child, but only with Rajesh. All this fucking around ... this is just temporary. Eventually, even I don't want all this."

There was a brief pause after this statement of hers.

"Good for you." Poonam said. "By the way, I need to tell you something. I have some experience, as I said, with this sort of lifestyle. Before I met your father, I used to go out with someone ... who was ... like this."

I raised an eyebrow as I watched the exchange on my phone. Suddenly, something about the way my mother-in-law Poonam was detailing her experience with a cuckold didn't make sense.

"I know, Mama." Vidya did not seem to give it much thought though. "You told me before about your cuckold boyfriend. But it's different when it's your boyfriend, than when it's your husband. Rajesh ... is married to me. He loves me. And I love him too."

"You keep saying that." Poonam replied. "And I say yes. He does love you. Jamai babu is deeply in love with you. And you say you love him. But ... you also must ask ... he is a man. Despite ... his ... short comings."

"Shortcomings." Suddenly Vidya saw the funny side in that word. "Mama, you are funny."

Both the ladies shared a small laugh.

"OK, let me give some practical advice for now." Poonam tried to switch topics. "You said you are in charge of this marriage."

"Yes, Mama." Vidya was confident. "You saw how he immediately bent down and kissed my feet when I snapped my fingers. Even in front of you."

"Hmm." Poonam was non-committal. "That is just ... it is also thrilling for him to submit. So, in reality, he is only doing what he wants to. To be honest, his act of giving you control thrills him, so he has done that. By giving UP the control, he is still in charge. What you must remember is ... HE is the cuckold, and he is your cuckold husband, so you MUST be the one in charge. Learn to always take control. This can take time to master, but the more you do it the easier it will become. Eventually it will become very enjoyable and second nature, even to him."

"Er ... Mama." Vidya seemed a bit confused. "Why are you worrying? Even before we started this ... arrangement ... you know how much he used to listen to me."

This time Poonam did not say anything. She knew what Vidya was saying was true. In our marriage, it was my wife who wore the proverbial pants. She would say sit, I would sit. She would say stand, I would stand.

"Yes, I was always amazed as to how obedient jamai babu was, Vidya." Poonam finally stated to her daughter. "Unlike other Indian men who might be chauvinistic or have an ego when it came to listening to their wives, Rajesh humbly does whatever you ask of him."

"Yes, mama." Vidya replied. She was smiling triumphantly. "Rajesh simply adores me. And I really do love him. I feel so grateful to him. For being secure enough in our love and sharing me with another man. Or men. To me - that's real manliness! He has the confidence that I won't leave him, even if I lay with another man. Or men."

"Now that's a phrase I haven't heard in a while. 'Lay with another man'. Let me ask you, Vidya. How often do you have sex?" Poonam suddenly asked.

As Vidya looked on, Poonam reiterated, "With jamai babu? I don't mean your other lovers. How often do you have sex with Rajesh?"

"Oh... often, Mama." Vidya grinned. "I never withhold sex from him. You know I don't believe that type of feminist bullshit. If he wants, I give. I would say at least two to three times a week. Of course, he doesn't ... er ... last long. Which ... in a way ... is good."

"It's good to give to your husband also. Even if it's a quickie." Poonam laughed and seemed to give a nod of appreciation. "We are Indians. Contrary to what you may read online about this lifestyle, sex with your cuckold is perfectly fine during times when you're not seeing other men. And about him not lasting long ... you have your lovers for that."

"I do feel bad when I have my lovers over." Vidya confessed. "That full week - poor Rajesh. He can only masturbate his frustrations then."

"That's fine." Poonam dismissed Vidya's point. "He is a cuckold, so he will understand. When you are with another man, THEY should be the primary source of your sexual satisfaction. Your husband's involvement should occur primarily AFTER your encounters with other men."

"You really do seem to know a lot about this lifestyle, Mama. I was anticipating a hard conversation, even though I know how progressive you are. You know, Mama." Vidya grinned slightly. "When I have sex with your jamai babu, after one of those weeks, and I want him to cum quickly, I take Sirjee's name. Or Balachandraji's. I tell Rajesh how much I prefer them, because he cannot penetrate me deep enough. It makes him so aroused that he cannot control himself. Poor man! He ends up ejaculating in seconds!"

I found it amazing how calmly Poonam was taking all of this. It must help that she had experience with this type of relationship, as she had said to Vidya. I couldn't imagine a normal Indian mother to be this accepting. My mother-in-law, and my wife - both were unique ladies in their own way.

Poonam and Vidya were less mother and daughter, and more of friends and sisters. I had once asked Vidya how she was so free with Poonam.

"It must be due to the first time she caught me," Vidya had answered after some thinking, "When I was in high school, I was fooling around with the neighbour's son in my room. Rather than beat me or punish me, my mother sat down with me, and taught me all about sex, and safety."

"Really?" I had been surprised. "That was mighty progressive of her!"

"Yup!" Vidya replied. "She always told me, 'Be safe! Don't let the boys do what they want; rather you be in charge.' And I have always followed that."

And here we were - Poonam was telling Vidya to maintain charge and control of her cuckold husband.

"I think we should call jamai babu back in, don't you think?" Poonam asked, suddenly glancing at the clock. "Goodness! We have been talking for over an hour!"

"Yes, I guess so."

"I need to talk to him about some things." Poonam stated. "Now that everything is out in the open. By the way, Vidya, I always suspected this, you know. But I never said a word."

My wife smiled.

"I know, Mama. This is why I feel so comfortable now that it's all out in the open."

Vidya then called out my name loudly.

"Rajesh. Love. Come inside."

I took a deep breath as I shut off the phone app and put the phone in my pocket. Steadying myself, I pushed the door open.

Both ladies turned to look at me as I stepped back into the living room.

"Come here, jamai babu." My mother-in-law pointed her index finger at me and beckoned.

"Yes, Mummy." I managed to croak, before starting to walk towards the two ladies.

They looked so regal, so elegant, so classy - the two women - Vidya and her mother Poonam, dressed in their chiffon saris, noodle strap blouses and their hair properly made up. While I was dressed in an old pair of pants and a T-shirt. I felt like a fat errant schoolboy being called by the beautiful headmistress and a stunning teacher, as I walked up towards my gorgeous mother-in-law and my sexy bride.

"Come close. Stand here, jamai babu." Poonam ordered. I was surprised - usually when she talked to me there was a tone of reverence in her voice. That was now replaced by a different tone - a very loving, but commanding tone. It was the tone of someone who adored you, but was being stern with you, for your own good.

"Yes, Mummy."

I could see Vidya watch with a smile as I walked towards where they were seated and stood in front of Poonam.

"Jamai babu." My mother-in-law looked up at me with a smile. "As you no doubt are aware, Vidya and I have been talking about ... your unique ... marriage. I must say ... I have long suspected this, jamai babu. But, you know ... I didn't want to pry. I am so happy that you both decided to share this with me, about how you are a cuckold husband of my daughter."

I suddenly found that I could not meet my mother-in-law's gaze, and so kept my eyes on the floor, staring at her feet.

"I have always felt you would make a nice cuckold." Poonam continued. "You make good money, and can provide for your wife, but you are shy, and not exactly the manly man that someone like my daughter needs. My daughter is a stunning lady, fetching figure, and she enjoys vigorous sex. When I saw your small penis ..."

"Er ... Mummy?" I could not help but be curious. I saw Poonam give a smile.

"Remember when we went camping last year?" She said. "You were urinating near a tree. I couldn't help but look. I told Vidya about this - and sometimes we often joked about it. I used to wonder how you are satisfying her in bed."

I didn't say anything.

"I am so glad my daughter is getting to enjoy some nice slutty sex, and it is good that you are being a supporting husband and not causing problems for her, which typically Indian husbands do. A man with a small penis such as you, and a gorgeous wife like Vidya, needs to park his ego." Poonam continued. "As long as your marriage is happy, and you two love each other, I don't really care about you being a cuckold. But, jamai babu, to be a true supportive cuckold, I feel I must tell you a few certain things."

"Yes, Mummy. Please tell." I finally found my voice, even though I was still unable to meet her gaze.

"Jamai babu!" Poonam's voice was suddenly stern. "Please look at me when I am talking to you."

"Er ... yes, Mummy. I am sorry, Mummy." I managed to look up at her. She had a slight smile as she exchanged glances with my wife.

"There's nothing to be ashamed about that you cannot look at me, my dear jamai babu." My mother-in-law continued. "Vidya's voracious sexual appetite is of course no secret to me. For a long time, I was worried that she was not getting her fill from you. But she seemed happy with you, and so I didn't say anything to her. Now I know why she is happy. You are letting other men do to her what you cannot. That is a sign of a true love, so you shouldn't be ashamed."

"Er ... yes, Mummy. I love Vidya, Mummy. I really love her, Mummy, don't worry. I want Vidya to be happy, always. Even if it means ... going to other ... men ... from time to time."

"That is very good to hear, jamai babu. I am also happy for my daughter that she is enjoying sex to the full. However, I feel like you need a little more training in this. First, let me check something."

Suddenly my mother-in-law reached out and put a hand on my groin!

"Mummy!" I managed to utter, stepping back a couple of steps by instinct. This morning she had cupped my butt cheek, and now ... this! She was actually feeling my manhood!

"Oh, jamai babu." Poonam smiled and made a 'tsk tsk' sound. "When you have stood in your own bedroom, naked, helplessly wanking off that little wiener of yours, while a well-hung man is repeatedly bonking your wife on your own marital bed, in front of you, and you are powerless to stop him from ejaculating inside your wife ... what I am doing should not hurt your dignity, correct?"

I must have looked crestfallen, because both Poonam and Vidya had a sudden grin on their face.

"Oh, darling." My wife cooed. "Just do as Mama says. I told her what a good servant you are and how good you are at following orders! You will now also be Mama's slave, so better get used to it. You don't embarrass me, right, darling?"

"Er ... yes, babe. I mean ... no, babe."

Humiliated, I stood as Poonam once again reached out and touched my groin.

"Interesting." My mother-in-law commented, almost to herself, as she rubbed me. "Jamai babu appears to be a little hard, especially after we both just scolded him."

"He tends to get hard when I rebuke or punish him." Vidya informed her mother. "Or even when I talk about other men having their way with me. This morning he was quite hard ... when I was slapping him."

"Slapping .... Hmm .... He seems to thrive on this type of humiliation." Poonam commented, as she felt me up. "Tell me, Vidya. You just said you slap him. Do you slap him even during sex? I just felt his ... thingie ... give a little twitch when you mentioned other men ... making love to you."

The two ladies were talking to each other as if I was not even there!

"Yes, I occasionally slap him during sex. Or spank him. That keeps him hard." Vidya giggled. "Do you want to take it out, Mama? I must warn you - even though you have seen it in the darkness when he was peeing, it's different seeing it openly - it's very small."

"Well, why not!" Poonam shrugged. "Let jamai babu show us what he is packing."

As I helplessly stood there, my mother-in-law caught the hem of my pants firmly, and pulled my zipper down. She unbuckled and unbuttoned my trousers, which then fell at my ankles. Her hands then went inside the lining of my underwear, and she quickly, unceremoniously, pulled that down as well.

"Well! Look what we have here, my dear jamai babu!" Poonam grinned. "My eyes weren't deceiving me that night, and my daughter wasn't lying when she said how small you were!"

"Oh Mummy." Once more I couldn't meet her gaze, or my wife's, as I stood there, naked from the waist down, my penis now hard and standing erect. I was blushing beet red by now. I felt utterly humiliated.

"Oh, jamai babu!" Poonam smiled, as she wrapped her hands around my hardness. "You look very cute, standing and blushing. And your penis! It's so ... adorable! Trying to get hard and big and all!"

"May I get dressed now?" I pleaded, even as I continued to get hard due to my mother-in-law's ministrations.

"Absolutely not, jamai babu." My mother-in-law replied in a stern voice. "I will tell you when you can dress. We have a lot to talk about."

"Yes, Mummy."

My wife continued to watch as my mother-in-law stroked my manhood.

"Mummy, please." I begged. "If you continue, I will ..."

"You better stop, Mama." Vidya commented, giggling. "My husband is not known for his staying power!"

Poonam stopped rubbing me and withdrew her hand. I stood there with an erect cock, feeling like a fool.

"Please undress completely, jamai babu." Poonam commanded. "I want you completely in the nude."

"Er ... yes, Mummy."

I was left with no place to hide. Feeling completely embarrassed, I took off my T-shirt and completely stepped out of my trousers and underwear. I was now standing in front of both ladies, completely in the buff.

"Jamai babu." Poonam remarked, as she looked me up and down. "With that cock, I can understand why you are a cuckold. Vidya tells me you are a very supportive cuckold. But what I need from you ... jamai babu ... is that you take this to the next level. What I mean is-"

"But, Mummy." I interrupted her. "What more can I do? If you ask Vidya, you will know I really do not stop her from doing anything she wants."

Poonam did not look that happy to be interrupted.

"As I was going to say," She stated, with some consternation, "Jamai babu, you are going to have to take being a cuckold to the next level. First, though, you will have to start going to the gym. Vidya will arrange with Payal to give you some training. I hear this Payal really knows how to motivate lazy husbands who have hot wives to get into shape."

"Er ... yes, Mummy. I am sorry, Mummy. I will try and eat better."

"Next, you will have to submit completely to the lifestyle." Poonam said. "I know, as of now, you just step aside while another man fucks my daughter - your wife. That's not going to cut it anymore. At least for the next year, or however long you both are in this lifestyle, you need to fully, utterly, completely commit to being a cuckold husband, and a submissive one at that. When-"

"But, Mummy." I interrupted. "Please explain to me what you mean, Mummy. I mean, I do what Vidya tells me to."

"Come here." Poonam suddenly snapped her fingers. "Kneel in front of me, jamai babu. I will explain exactly what I mean."

"Yes, Mummy."

As I knelt down in front of my mother-in-law, I saw her raise her hand. I suddenly felt her fingers wrap themselves around my left ear.

"Your first mistake, jamai babu," Poonam told me lovingly, as she firmly twisted my ear, "Is to say 'Vidya'. You are a cuckold, and Vidya is your queen. You will not call my daughter by her name, from now on, in this house, ever. You will always say 'my love', or 'dear', or 'darling', or whatever ... but NEVER take her name. Just like you always call me 'Mummy' and never take my name, from now on you are not to take Vidya's name. Do you understand, jamai babu?"

She twisted my ear firmly as she asked me the question.

"Er ... yes, of course, Mummy. I am very sorry, Mummy."

"Good." Poonam still held my ear in a tight grip. "Also, you will not interrupt me, like you did just now. Or Vidya. As a cuckolded husband, your duty is to listen whenever we speak, and never interrupt. This is a very simple rule - an indication of polite behavior, really - but many husbands, especially Indian men, don't even understand how to do this unfortunately. Always let us finish speaking before you speak, and we will know that you are displaying your obedience to us."

"Er ... yes, of course, Mummy." I waited until I was sure my mother-in-law had stopped speaking, before I spoke. "I am very sorry to have interrupted you, Mummy."

"Good. You are learning fast, jamai babu. I like the way you apologize." Even as Vidya watched with a smile on her beautiful lips, Poonam continued to hold me firmly by the ear. "Now let's talk about obedience. On this, I am not too worried, as I know you are an obedient husband. Still, I must remind you ... you will NEVER argue with my daughter, EVEN if you get annoyed. You will never scream, or shout, or act in a bratty manner. You are not some alpha man. You are a cuckold and you will remember your place. Otherwise, you will be punished, and punished very severely. I know Vidya does slap or spank you from time to time, but I will teach her to be more assertive in this. I will also slap you from time to time, just to remind you of your place, jamai babu."

Once again I waited until I was sure Poonam had stopped talking, before saying, "Yes, Mummy. I am sure Vidya ... I mean I am sure my dear wife will agree that I am very obedient to her."

"Yes, Mummy." Vidya acknowledged. "I don't have any complaints of any petulance or false ego from him."

"Good. But he again took your name." Poonam pinched my earlobe with her forefinger and thumb, and then continued her instructions, "Needless to say, jamai babu, when it comes to sex, you will put my daughter's pleasure before your own. Remember, you are a cuckold husband. Most of your pleasure should come from pleasuring Vidya, and making her life easier. If you are having sex with her, you will listen to her, give her oral pleasure and ask for permission before you cum inside her."

"Yes, Mummy." I confessed. "I do it like that now."

"Good." Poonam gently released my now very red left ear. "How did it feel, jamai babu, as I - your sasu maa - your mother-in-law - pulled and twisted your ear?"

I found myself again unable to meet my mother-in-law's gaze, as I glanced at the floor, and at her feet. I heard both ladies giggle at my obvious shame and discomfort. I then felt Poonam's fingers again, this time on my right ear.

"Didn't I say, jamai babu, to look at me?" Poonam twisted my ear. "Don't forget, please."

"Yes ... Mummy."

"We both will be punishing you, and you will be serving us. Nothing to be embarrassed about that, jamai babu. This will now be a regular occurrence."

"Yes ... Mummy."

"Now, jamai babu, let's talk about when Vidya has a man over, in your presence." Poonam continued, giving my right year a firm twist. "I know you are experienced in this, but I must still remind you. Always refer to her lover with respect. Either call him 'Sir', or add a 'ji' after their name when you address them. This shows your lowly status as the cuckolded husband of a hot wife, while he is the bull. The man who can give your wife full pleasure in bed, something you cannot, my dear jamai babu. So ... as much as possible, make their lives easy so your wife and her lover can focus on each other. This means taking care of the laundry, cooking, cleaning, etc. when the bull is here, so Vidya is relaxed and free to reciprocate in pleasuring her lover. You are their servant, and a lowly servant at that, remember that."

"Er ... yes, Mummy."

"Finally, ask your wife for permission if you are doing certain things without her, like going to a friend's place for a game or something. Make sure Vidya is fine with it. This is ALL the time, regardless of if Vidya has a lover over or not. Remember to always speak highly of your wife to others. And of course, if you mess up, you should always be ready to be punished."

"Yes, Mummy."

"Good." Poonam gently released her stern grip on my ear and turned to my wife.

"Vidya, what do you think?" She said. "I think jamai babu's orientation as our slave has gone well. As a cuckold, he is ready to become the best version of himself he has ever been."

"Yes, Mama." Vidya agreed. "Thank you for outlining ways we can both enrichen this experience. And making both of his ears very red!"

Both the ladies laughed, much to my embarrassment.

"As a reward for my dear jamai babu," Poonam continued, "I think, beti, you should take him to the bedroom and give him a quick release. What do you say?"

"Of course, Mummy." Vidya smiled and stood up. She walked over to where I was kneeling and patted my head.

"Come, my love." My wife told me. "Stand up and follow me."

"Yes, my dear." I replied and stood up. I glanced at my clothes on the floor and turned back to my wife. "My love, shall I get my clothes?"

Vidya smiled, reached around and patted me on my bare buttocks.

"No, darling. I think we both love you like this. Naked, kneeling and obedient. Now, come!"

* * *

"That's it, keep licking." Vidya commanded, as my tongue burrowed deep into the clefts of her ass. "Ooh, that's good, darling."

I couldn't reply, of course, as my face was buried in her buttocks. The strong aroma of Vidya's rump filled my nostrils as my tongue flicked out, licking around her rectum. I spread out her ass cheeks and kept licking.

"Oooh, that's nice, dear. But enough of my ass." Vidya turned around to lie on her back. "Now, go down on me, dear. Eat me out."

Vidya closed her eyes as my fingers gently brushed against her cunt. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against her vaginal lips. Another strong odour hit my nose, even as my lips touched her skin. Vidya was already wet. As I began to lick her, her body had already started to tremble.

I pressed my face deep in between her inviting legs. The lovely smooth and moisturized skin of her thighs rubbed my face as I slid my tongue between my wife's pussy hairs, finding her wet cunt and feeling the folds of her moist clit.

"Oh, YES! Ooooh Rajesh!"

My tongue began to work up and down her clit even as her pubic hair smashed against my face. As I continued to eat her out, Vidya's orgasm was now rapidly beginning to build. Suddenly I felt a warm gush of fluid fill her cunt.

"OH, YES. OH, RAJESH!!! OOOOOOOOH RAJESH!"

It was one of the few times my wife took my name. Her body went into a spasm that I had only seen happen when other man had their dick buried in her. Her pussy was now leaking like an open tap, and my wife was shaking fiercely.

"OH OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!! OH, RAHESH! OOOOOOOOH RAJESH!"

Finally, after a good, long, wild, loud orgasm, Vidya took a deep breath, and snuggled against me.

"Oh RAAAJESH!" Vidya was purring. "NO ONE eats me out like you. NO ONE!"

We were cuddling and kissing. Vidya kissed me quite passionately, her hands moving down to my manhood.

"I mean, I love Mr. Sarun's cock and its size, and I love Balachandraji's stamina and the way he pounds me, but darling! Your tongue!"

"Er ... thank you, my love." I managed to mumble. My cock gave an involuntary twitch as Vidya mentioned her lovers, a fact not missed by my sharp wife.

"Darling. My love. My husband." She said, as she continued to kiss my cheeks and lips. "Remember last week ... was it last week ... or maybe the week before ... when I told you about Mr. Sarun ... and how he wanted to ... 'breed' me?"

"Er ... yes, my beloved."

"Well," Vidya made a face. She wrapped her fingers around my cock. "He called me again last night. And he again made his offer, and this time he wanted me to talk to you about it."

"Oh?" It was my turn to make a face. "What did he say?"

Vidya paused, before replying.

"He wants me to go off the pill." She stated, as she gently started to rub my manhood. "He wants to make me pregnant and wants me to deliver his child. On the birth certificate, you will be named as the child's father but we both will know that Mr. Sarun will be the child's biological father. But there's more."

I waited as my wife took a small pause before continuing. Obvious to both of us now, I was getting painfully hard. It was both Vidya's administrations on my manhood, and what she was telling me.

"After I deliver the baby, Mr. Sarun will transfer an additional 5% of his shares to me, confirming me as the owner of those shares. But there will be a condition." Vidya again paused briefly as she tried to recollect exactly what my boss had said. "The child will inherit half of those shares on his or her 21st birthday, with the other half going to you. If the child dies before he or she turns 21, then I will automatically lose control of the shares and it will all go back to him."

"I see." I replied. "By doing so, Mr. Sarun ensures that his child will be well looked after, and that I won't harm the baby once you - Vidya - owns the shares. Moreover, after 21 years, half of the control of the shares will be with Mr. Sarun's biological child."

"Yes." Vidya nodded. She continued to stroke me, knowing I was now rock hard. "But don't worry, my love. I told him straight out that I will let you know, but I am not thinking about it now. I am only interested in our original agreement and those shares. I love you, my love."

I felt a large sense of relief; had my wife agreed to my boss - I don't think I could have stopped her. I knew Vidya knew this, so this was a true testament of her genuine love for me. We kissed for a long time.

By this time, I was quite hard, and close to my edge. Vidya saw my state, and then patted me on my head. She smiled.

"Alright, my dear cuckold. Looks like you are ready to burst. Mount me, fuck me, and fill me!"

Vidya was right. It didn't take me long. Within a minute of mounting her, my hips buckled as I began to cum into my wife's hole.

* * *

The next day was a Monday, and I decided to work from home. Balachandra's party was later in the evening, and I was invited as well. I had a vague idea of what would happen in the party, so I didn't want to go looking tired and unkempt, which is what would happen had I commuted to work.

Besides, nowadays, with my senior position in the company, and everyone knowing I was Mr. Sarun's special point man, no one at the office gave me any trouble. I had a feeling I could call in sick every day and nothing would happen.

Two more months, I thought. Two more months and those stocks will be ours, and then we can quit this.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

I was in my home office which was a separate room upstairs. Vidya never bothered me while I was working, so I deduced this must be Poonam.

"Come in!" I said.

It was Poonam.

"Jamai babu." She said sweetly, as she entered and closed the door behind her. "I really hope I am not disturbing you. I just need to talk to you for a bit."

"No, Mummy, absolutely ... it's not a problem at all. Please, sit."

There was a single bed to one side of the room, and Poonam sat down on the bed. As I turned my chair around to face her, I thought briefly about how our relationship was going to change.

She was still my loving mother-in-law, of course, and I respected her like I would always. And I am sure she also adored me, and still respected me as her beloved damaad (son-in-law). What changed was the knowledge of the nature of our marriage, and the fact that there was now going to be a sexual component to this relationship.

She had already seen me naked, and had firmly - and sternly - punished me by pulling my ear. Moreover, she had indicated that I was soon going to lick and suck her gaand ­ - her big ass. Vidya had also indicated that I was to do anything to serve her. Anything.

I wonder if that meant sex.

Poonam seemed a little nervous, as if she didn't know where to begin.

"Jamai babu," Poonam finally said. "We ... you and I ... we have a good relationship. It's fun ... masti ... respectful. I hope we can maintain that ... even as I am involved in your little secret."

It was clear she was also thinking on similar lines.

"Oh, Mummy." I blushed a little. "I will always love and respect you, no matter what. Just like I always will love Vidya. I really do love her, Mummy."

Poonam smiled. My mother-in-law, just like her daughter (my wife), had a beautiful smile.

"Jamai babu," She commented sweetly, "I told you yesterday you are not to take her name. Didn't I-"

"I am so sorry." I immediately apologized. "It will take some time, Mummy."

"And you just interrupted me." Poonam continued, still smiling naughtily. "I told you yesterday that this behaviour of yours - you have to fix. Otherwise we will have to punish you. I will have to punish you."

"Yes, Mummy." I glanced down at the floor, ashamed of being scolded.

For a minute no one spoke. Then I ventured a glance at her. She was observing me and had a smile on her lips.

"Mummy." I could not help but ask. "Are you going tonight to ... Balachandraji's party?"

Poonam took a deep breath and then nodded.

"I don't know, jamai babu. I am still thinking about it. Vidya told me it will be a sex party ... with lots of raunchy games. It's been a while since I attended a party like that. Besides, apparently Balachandraji said he never had a mother and a daughter at the same time ... so ..."

My jaw must have dropped, because Poonam gave a sudden giggle.

"You appear shocked, jamai babu!"

I found my voice.

"Er ... Mummy. I never ... honestly speaking ... pictured you as someone who would be into all of this." I was honest. "I mean, you are like my mother ... but you are Vidya's mother! And you are thinking of ... at the same time ... with her ... and ..."

I just realized I had again taken Vidya's name. A sparkle in my mother-in-law's eyes told me she hadn't missed that either.

"It is time for a little punishment, jamai babu." Poonam said, as she suddenly stood up.

"Er ... yes, Mummy." I felt chastised, and found myself unable to look at her, and so glanced down at the floor, even as Poonam continued to walk towards me. Suddenly I felt her fingers on my ear, and then felt my earlobe being pinched harshly between her forefinger and thumb. I felt my face starting to flush and go red.

"As I said, jamai babu," Poonam gave my ear a twist as she continued to scold me, "You are a husband who is a cuckold. So, you will not take your wife's name."

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

Poonam gave my ear another sharp tug.

"And never interrupt me."

"Yes, of course, Mummy. I am very sorry, Mummy."

I wondered if she was going to slap me.

"Good." Poonam dropped her hands from my ear and then pointed at the floor.

"Kneel down, please, jamai babu. On the floor."

I followed her instructions and found myself on my knees, on the floor. I noticed that Poonam was facing away from me now, with her back to me.

My beautiful mother-in-law gently, and gracefully, bent down and gathered up the folds of her heavy sari. Very slowly, almost deliberately teasing me, she started to raise the sari until her nice round big buttocks was completely exposed to me.

She wasn't wearing any panties!

"Do you like what you see, jamai babu?"

"Er ... yes, Mummy." I finally found my voice.

"Is this the first time you saw another woman's ass, beside Vidya's since your marriage, jamai babu? Or simply, another woman's nakedness?"

"Er ... no, Mummy." I replied, before quickly adding, "I have been faithful to Vidya, Mummy. But Mr. Sarun ... he sometimes parades his maid servants ... Narges ... and Rukamani ... like this. Before ... you know."

"I see." Poonam seemed to file the fact for another day. "I will have to talk to Vidya about it. Now, jamai babu, back to you. Please start to lick, jamai babu. Work your way into my asshole."

"Er ... yes, Mummy."

Wordlessly, without any protest, I obeyed. I had done this for Vidya numerous times before, so now I was going to do it to her mother. I placed one hand on each of her ass cheeks and then slowly, gently pressed them apart, and buried my face into the crack of her ass. The aroma of her buttocks filled my nostrils as my tongue flicked out, licking around her rectum. My mother-in-law let me literally suck ass for a few minutes before she told me to get up.

Poonam's hand went back to my ear and started to give it a gentle twist, as I stood there, eyes cast downwards.

"Jamai babu." Poonam said. "Let me tell you something. I always knew Vidya was special, and she would have a huge sex drive. It would be pointless to suppress Vidya ... because ... and let me tell you a secret ... Vidya's father was the same. A man with a huge libido, for whom it was always about sex and the power from sex."

Wow, I looked at Poonam in astonishment. I had never pictured my father-in-law, Vivek, like that. I had only known him for a couple of years after our marriage before he sadly passed away. But from what I remember, he was a mild manner man, jovial, but not the Alpha male that you think about when you imagine a man with a high libido. And didn't my mother-in-law say she spanked him also?

"Vidya's father?" I asked. "Your late husband Vivek?"

Poonam was silent for a bit before replying.

"Oh, I guess I should tell you." My mother-in-law continued to twist my ear. "I ... I never told any one this ... but ... I knew that if I tried to control Vidya, when she was going to college and in full bloom of youth ... if I had imposed restrictions on Vidya, she would have still tried to get intimate behind my back. But it would have made her vulnerable to guilt, rape, blackmail, pregnancy and diseases. By understanding my daughter's urges, I ensured that Vidya could explore and enjoy her sexuality in a safe and guilt free manner."

"And all because you knew her father also had a high ... libido?" I repeated my question. "Your late husband Vivek?"

Again there was a pause before my mother-in-law replied.

"Vidya's father ... yes." Poonam's eyes glazed over as she seemed to recount some incidents. "I mean ... this was a man ... who not only had a huge dick, but ..."

Poonam suddenly stopped speaking, and blushed.

"Sorry, jamai babu, I was being a little too explicit."

Poonam stopped twisting my ear, and then asked me to sit down on my chair. She smoothed her sari down and resumed her place on the bed.

"Let me say some things clearly, Rajesh." Poonam told me. For the first time that I could ever remember, she called me by my name. "I didn't want to tell this to Vidya last night, but what you guys are doing ... it's playing with fire. At some point, it may all get too much for you. I want you to know that, so I want you to be prepared for it."

"Er ... thanks ... Mummy. I really love my wife, Mummy. I am completely honest with her about my feelings. She really knows everything and has full control over me."

Poonam smiled.

"I am really glad she married you, jamai babu. I am confident you are the right man to be Vidya's cuckold."

"Er ... thanks, I think, Mummy." I replied, somewhat sardonically.

"I will tell you one thing, jamai babu. I know you believe your wife deserves real happiness. Especially when it comes to a woman like Vidya. You as her husband has recognized what type of woman she is, and she has recognized what type of man you are. I know that you like ... you want ... your wife to cum with pleasure like she fully can, freely and with passion. And the tongue can only do so much, jamai babu."

"Er ... yes, Mummy."

"It takes real love to talk real needs, jamai babu. Love that I am now convinced you have for her. When another man makes her scream with his cock, you get aroused. This is true happiness. Her arousal is your arousal. When she got married, I used to worry that Vidya would miss her youth - her sexy wild old days. But now I see about you two - you have a special bond."

I didn't say anything, but let Poonam continue.

"It's all about your bond, Rajesh, otherwise she would have left you a long time ago!" Poonam continued. "Vidya showed me a video this morning of her love making session with your boss. All I could remark was - look! How long he was banging her! Not just as a mother, I am saying as a woman - every wife deserves that ... they want to cum for a long time! And with you - Vidya does not get that. So ... if you are a good hubby, you will let her continue this type of sex. For a long time."

For some time, no one spoke. I wondered if Mummy knew that in two months or so, we would get some stocks and get rich, and our relation with Mr. Sarun, and my wife's whoring ways, would be over.

"To be honest," Poonam continued. "Vidya told me she only had semi decent orgasms in sex with you. Understandable, seeing your size. But you, of all people, know the mind-blowing orgasms she gets ... especially with Mr. Sarun. I am telling you that this is good for you. I know Vidya; she now actually loves you more now than before."

Again, I digested what she was telling me, and didn't reply.

"You should adjust to being a good cuckold hubby ... forever, jamai babu. Enjoy watching... and enjoy masturbating." Poonam said finally what was on her mind. "Treat my daughter like the queen she is. Only true lovers can have cuckold relationships ... so Vidya will always be your true love, and you hers. You can't be a good lover, but you can certainly be a good husband."

I finally spoke.

"But Mummy, you are asking me to be a cuckold. Forever. Don't you think she will eventually lose respect for me?"

It was some time before Poonam spoke.

"No... I didn't ... for my hubby."

"WHAT?!"

Poonam looked at me and smiled.

"Let me tell you a small story, jamai babu."

* * *

"Are you ready?" Vidya asked me.

"Yes, dear." I straightened out my shirt's collar. "I am ready."

"Good." Vidya comes up to me. "How do I look?"

What could I say? Vidya wore a blue chiffon sari that perfectly ... oh so perfectly ... wrapped around her body. It accentuated her big, bodacious, squeezable buttocks, before coming to perfectly reveal a tummy that had no fat, a waist that was perfect, a navel that was just so rightly placed, and then going up in a pallu on her shoulders. The thin pink blouse barely managed to cover her ample bosom, the buttons giving hints of the giant melons underneath, that seemed like it would burst at any moment. My wife was every Indian man's wet dream. A slut, dressed like a memsaab, killing you with class and good looks and sex appeal oozing out of every glance of her killing smile.

"You look divine, Vidya." I told her. "I wish I could take you right now, darling."

"Oh, babydoll." Vidya giggled. "You know we have to go to Balachandraji's party. And if anyone is taking me tonight, it's him."

"Yes, dear."

"Tonight, my pussy belongs to him." Vidya giggled. "Even you touching me will require his permission."

"Yes, dear. I know my place. I am a cuckold, after all."

"Good." Vidya then turned around to exit our bedroom. "Let's go. It's the first time we as a couple are invited to his cuckolds and wives' party."

As we went downstairs, I saw my mother-in-law Poonam waiting by the living room.

"Ready, Mama?" Vidya asked her. "You look ready!"

Poonam was equally dressed attractively. She just looked like an older version of Vidya, with only some slight greying along the temples and some slight wrinkles near her eyes revealing her age.

The two women hugged and kissed on the cheeks.

"Mummy!" I was a little surprised. "I would have thought you would back out of this party, as you had some reservations. But you are still going?"

Poonam laughed.

"Yes, jamai babu." She giggled. "I was personally invited by Balachandraji. Although I don't know what I could do there, I thought it would be interesting. It's been a long time since I have acted like a slut!"

"Well, my slutty mummy," Vidya thoughtfully replied. "As I said, he told me he had never taken a mother and a daughter to bed at the same time, so it would be, in his words, interesting."

I could see Poonam blush. The idea of being 'taken' by a man who was also her daughter's adulterous lover excited my mother-in-law.

"Now remember." Vidya turned to both of us. "Neither of you will say ANY thing to Balachandraji about any of my other lovers. As far as he is concerned, he has been my ONLY lover. Well ... apart from you, hubby dear."

"I ... well ... of course, darling." I replied. "So, no mention about Mr. Sarun my boss, or Ramu the milkman, or ..."

"Oh sweetie." Vidya turned to me, raised her hand, and suddenly grabbed hold of my ear. She gave it a gentle twist, as Poonam giggled.

"No need to go around with a list, baby. I am not the Whore of Babylon." She said, giving my ear a sharp tug. She then let go and grinned. "You don't know half of it."

"Of course, darling."

"Are you nervous, jamai babu?" Poonam asked me. "Vidya used to tell me how nervous you used to get whenever Balachandraji would visit her, and you were sent away."

"I was never nervous, Mummy!" I protested indignantly. "I just ... wanted to avoid ... an awkward situation. I didn't want to face him after he had just been with Vidya ... er my wife."

Both Poonam and Vidya giggled.

"Oh Mama." Vidya laughed. "Why are you teasing him? You know how sensitive Rajesh is about me cuckolding him with Balachandraji."

"I am not sensitive!" I pointed out. "I am going to a cuckold and wives party, am I not?"

"Only after I told you that I will go even if you do not." Vidya countered. "You are not very comfortable facing him, are you?"

"I ..."

What could I say? Balachandra was 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. She would often tell me he was the best sex she ever had. And despite knowing that she was just one of the sluts in his harem of sluts, she was anxious never to displease him, and took care that he never found out about her other discretions.

And I? Ever since Vidya let it be known to Balachandra that I was aware of their affair, I just couldn't picture facing the man. I don't know how I would meet his gaze or return his look. He always had a triumphant, arrogant attitude about him, and I didn't want to face him as a cuckold. Especially after he had just slept with my wife - hence I avoided coming home the nights he was here with Vidya.

"OK, let's go." Vidya decided to cut short the conversation. "I am sure Balachandraji will tease and humiliate Rajesh later as he fucks me in front of him at the party. We don't want to be late. As it is, I think all the guests must have arrived by now. I don't want another wife seducing him before me."

I am pretty sure there was no danger of that, but I didn't say anything.

It was a short walk to Ravi and Sheetal's place. It was 10 pm, and the night was warm. September in Pune - the weather could be tricky. Tonight however it was quite balmy.

The door was opened by Balachandra himself.

"Vidya! My dear!" He threw his arms around Vidya, his hands going around her waist and grabbing her by her buns. He squeezed her butt cheeks as his lips pressed against hers. I stood there and watched as this man kissed and groped my wife so brazenly.

"Balachandraji!" Vidya managed to say once he broke the kiss. "What a kiss!"

"A woman like you is a work of art, Vidya." Balachandra commented. "You need to be shared with the world, for all to see. And who is this sexy lady?"

"This is my mother, Poonam."

"What a vivacious woman you are, Poonam!" Balachandra turned and winked at my mother-in-law. "I can see where Vidya gets her sex appeal and good looks from!"

Poonam blushed again, but Balachandra wasted no time. He grabbed her in a similar hug, and pressed his lips onto hers.

Once again I stood and watched as this man now probed his tongue deep into my mother-in-law's mouth, his hands firmly grasping and squeezing her buttocks. Vidya looked over her shoulder and winked at me. She was enjoying watching her mother being kissed and molested by her lover.

"Oh my!" Poonam gasped for air once the kiss was broken. "You don't waste time, Balachandraji!"

"With women like you, never!" Balachandra grinned. "And now... how are you, my dear Rajesh?"

He extended his hand in a greeting. I nervously shook it. His grip was firm, muscular, strong.

"I am good, Sir." I replied. I had been told by Vidya to refer to him as 'Sir'.

"Ready to play your role as a cuckold?"

"Er ... I am a cuckold, Sir."

"Good. Good. Now come inside, all of you."

Once we were inside, Balachandra turned to introduce our hostess.

"You have all met Sheetal, haven't you."

Sheetal was young, of course. She was just around 25, so quite a few years junior to Vidya. Wearing a simple pink sari, leaving her waist and tummy exposed, she had a fresh, innocent look. I noticed Balachandra snake his arm around her waist as he introduced her to me.

"I know you have seen me around, but we never interacted much." She said to me, even as Balachandra played with her tummy. I noticed Vidya pout as she saw the same. She clearly didn't like the fact that Sheetal was being played with by her man.

Balachandra withdrew his hand, and then patted her on her buttocks. He then gave her a slight pinch, making her yelp.

"Oh, Balachandraji! Stop it, naa!" Sheetal giggled. "We have a whole night of party ahead of us."

"True. True."

"But I know," Sheetal said, suddenly giving us all a wink, "You are really looking forward to a night with Vidya. You want to fuck her in front of her husband!"

Balachandra laughed even as I blushed again.

"Also true! And don't forget her lovely mother!"

"Nice to meet you, finally, Poonamji." Sheetal folded her hands and greeted my mother-in-law. "Vidya always speaks so highly about you."

Balachandra then spoke to Vidya and Poonam.

"Let me take you lovely ladies to the living room." He slipped an arm around each of their waists. Automatically his hands rested on their buttocks. "You are the last of the guests to arrive."

He then turned to look at Sheetal.

"Sheetal, why don't you take Rajesh over to the change area!"

"Yes, Balachandraji." Sheetal nodded. "Ravi can help explain the rules to him too."

"Rules?" I enquired. "What rules."

Sheetal smiled and then stood beside me. She then lovingly placed a hand on my bum.

"Come," She said, stroking my buttocks. "Let's go and I will explain."

My wife and mother-in-law went with Balachandra, but Sheetal and I went down a corridor in another direction. All the time, her hand was lovingly stroking my ass.

"You have a lovely ass." Sheetal remarked, cupping my butt cheeks. "I wouldn't mind taking you over my knee and spanking you some time. Maybe tonight during the games."

I didn't say anything.

"We have some rules in the party." Sheetal continued. "All to maintain the kinky and sexy nature of the party, of course. And the fact that this is a Cuckold and Wives' party."

"Yes, my wife did mention something about that."

"Good."

We were now standing outside the door to a small room. Sheetal opened the door and entered the room and asked me to follow her. Once we were inside, she closed the door.

"Rajesh." She said. "Please start undressing."

"Un... un ... dressing?" I gulped. "Um ... is that necessary?"

SLAP!

SLAP!

It was so out of the blue. One moment this young lady was nonchalantly talking to me. I was, of course, older than her, and even though she was taking my name, she was talking respectfully to me. The next moment I was rubbing my cheek where I had been slapped, and slapped hard, by her.

"I hope the situation is clear, Rajesh." Sheetal gave me a cold smile. "I am the hostess of this party, and the person in charge of discipline. Please don't go by my age or my diminutive nature. As you just found out, I can be quite the woman. Is that clear, or do I slap you again?"

"Completely clear, Sheetal." I was blushing in embarrassment. "Please forgive me."

SLAP!

Her hands moved fast.

"You will not take my name in this party." Sheetal said. "I am Madam Sheetal to you."

"Er ... yes, ma'am. I am so sorry, ... er ... Madam. Madam Sheetal."

"Good. Now ... all husbands are to remain completely nude during the party." Sheetal said. "Balachandraji is the only man in the party who gets to keep his clothes on. So please start undressing."

Of course! The power dynamic of being nude while he was the only men with his clothes on could not be denied. As if coming to the party with the full knowledge that our wives were his sex chattels wasn't enough!

I undressed completely. I didn't want to be slapped again. Following Sheetal's instructions I hung my shirt, pants and underwear on one hanger and put it in the place she directed. As I took off my underwear, and my penis came into view, I heard Sheetal stifle a giggle.

"I am sorry." She said, forcing a hand to her mouth to stop laughing. "I mean, we all knew you have a small penis, but I wasn't prepared for how much."

"You all knew?" I was mortified.

"Sure."

Sheetal walked up to me and wrapped her fingers around my manhood. Gently she gave me a couple of strokes. She giggled again as I started to get hard.

"All the ladies right now who are here. All our husbands have small penises." She said, continuing to stroke me. "This is why we all wives are Balachandraji's sluts, aren't we!"

"I ... I guess, Sheetal."

SLAP!

"I am so sorry, Madam Sheetal."

Sheetal smiled and stroked me again once.

"You will find me a tough disciplinarian." She warned. "Even inside, in the party, in front of everyone, I will not hesitate to slap you if I feel you are not following some rules. It will be embarrassing for your wife, to see you being slapped like that, but you will not let her down, will you, Rajesh?"

"Er ... yes ... I mean ... no, Madam Sheetal." I was flustered. "Please let me know the rules, so I can follow them."

Sheetal smiled at me.

"Come." She said, taking her hands off my cock. "Let's go to the kitchen. My husband Ravi will explain some of the rules to you."

"Yes, Madam Sheetal."

I followed her to the kitchen. I was now hearing voices from the living room. No doubt the party was in full swing. I was fully conscious that I was now stark naked, walking in someone else's house, and soon others would see me.

We entered the kitchen. There was someone there.

Ravi - Sheetal's husband.

And like me, he too was fully nude.

Ravi was somewhat older than me, I realized. The age difference between him and Sheetal must have been significant; yet when this old man's wife had to choose a lover, she chose someone even older than Ravi. Balachandra was retired and easily approaching 70. Yes, he kept himself fit and healthy. Unlike us.

Ravi had a bigger potbelly than me, and I noticed, with some satisfaction, that his manhood must have been the same size as mine.

"Ravi." Sheetal said, as we entered. "This is Rajesh, Vidya's husband. You will explain to him the rules and how the party works."

"Yes, Madam Sheetal." Ravi replied. I noticed that his tone was very deferential, while Sheetal's was completely dominating. After she left, Ravi turned to me.

"Hi, Rajesh. Long time, finally we meet."

What could I say? He was a fellow cuckold.

"Good to meet you." I replied. And then I added, "Perhaps next time, under different circumstances."

"Funny." Ravi chuckled wryly. "OK, let me get you up to speed with the rules."

I noticed that there were some covered trays on a table in the kitchen. Food, no doubt, to be served. Suddenly another man entered the kitchen.

"Rajesh! How are you?"

It was a boisterous greeting. I turned, surprised, and embarrassed, because I knew that voice.

"Abhinash!" I exclaimed, looking at my friend in front of me. Abhinash, a doctor and someone who I knew from my health club very well, was standing in front of me in the kitchen. Like the other husbands, he too was naked. I noticed that while he also had a bigger potbelly than me, his cock was also slightly larger. And ... he was aroused.

"I ... I am sorry." He croaked, as he noticed us staring at his stiffy. "Er ... Rajesh, your mother-in-law was just ... examining ... me."

"I ... I didn't know ... you ... you are also a ...." I couldn't finish the sentence. This was a strange reunion.

Abhinash sighs.

"I love my wife Kalpana too much, you know!" The Bengali man replied. "And Kalpana loves fucking this old man, so what can I do!"

He then picked up one of the small trays labelled "Hors d'oeuvres" and left.

"As I was saying," Ravi turned my attention back to the rules. "Rule number 1. You will be naked at all times."

"I think I got that covered. Er ... uncovered." I managed a wry grin. Ravi didn't see the joke.

"Rule no. 2. Address all the ladies as Madam. Your wife is not your wife now but a lady to be served and obeyed. If you need to call her by name, say Madam Vidya."

I see. This was why Sheetal was so commanding to her, and he had replied to her as "Madam Sheetal". And I was slapped for not doing the same.

"In general," Ravi continued, "You are expected to serve all the ladies and Balachandraji, and obey all of their commands. If something is beyond your comfort level, your code word is 'please ask Madam Vidya permission for this action from me'. Your wife ... sorry ... Madam Vidya, gets to decide if you will go ahead with it or not."

"What actions?" I asked.

"You will see." Ravi replied cryptically. "It is expected that you co-operate. Balachandraji is usually good at ordering to within just the limits of comfort levels of the cuckolds. Good performance review will mean repeat invitations to future parties."

"I see."

"Address Balachandra as 'Sir' or 'Master'." Ravi reminded me. "By the way, you should know Madam Vidya is his favourite from the wives."

"Oh."

"Sadly, his second favourite is my wife - Madam Sheetal."

"I know." I replied. "This is why when he comes here, he stays at your place. And fucks... both our wives."

"Yes ... that's why we are cuckolds." Ravi replied. "Our wives get fucked by another man. With our knowledge and consent."

For a second, no one spoke. Then Ravi gave a shrug.

"Let's not dwell on that. We are here. Now let's pick up a tray each, Rajesh. We have to serve the food to the guests."

"Yes, Ravi."

Ravi turned to me and smiled for the first time that evening.

"You will do fine, Rajesh. Just try to relax. Remember, we do this because we love our wives. It's not that humiliating once we realize this, right?"

"Right. We are happy cuckolds."

* * *

It was just close to midnight. As we walked back towards our house, my mother-in-law and I, I tried to focus my thoughts away from the party, and what Balachandra must be up to with Vidya at this moment. The party had been in full swing, and the games had gotten raunchier and raunchier. Which is when Poonam said she was having a severe headache and wanted to leave. Balachandra was disappointed, of course, but he was a thorough gentleman. I was allowed to get dressed, and now was accompanying her back to our place.

As I walked besides my mother-in-law, my thoughts turned back to this morning, when Poonam had visited my home office room, and her story.

"But Mummy, you are asking me to be a cuckold. Forever." I had indignantly asked her. "Don't you think she will eventually lose respect for me?"

Poonam had taken her time before she replied.

"No... I didn't ... for my hubby."

"WHAT?!"

To say I was shocked would have been an understatement. Poonam had looked at me and smiled.

"Let me tell you a small story, jamai babu."

I swallowed, my jaw returning to its place from the floor where it had dropped to.

"Are you talking about your husband ... my father-in-law ... Vivek ... a cuckold?" I finally managed to ask. "You said ... you had a ... boyfriend ... who was like this ... like me. Not your husband."

Poonam continued to smile.

"You are interrupting again, jamai babu." She said in a sweet voice. "Let me tell my story. It's very short."

"Your father-in-law and I had a great marriage." Poonam began, "And we loved each other. For a long time, we tried for a child, but it didn't happen. You see, jamai babu, Vivek was ... potentially ... impotent. Very low sperm count. He could never be a father, jamai babu."

"Oh." I replied. And then ... once I fully understood the consequences, I couldn't help but utter another 'oh'. Vidya was not Poonam's only daughter, there were three more. Four daughters - all from Vivek and Poonam's marriage, and apparently Vivek couldn't be a father.

"I see that you understand." Poonam recognized the look of realization in my eyes. "Yes, my dear jamai babu. I loved Vivek ... I loved him till the end of his life ... but we both wanted kids. And so ... I had no choice."

"I cuckolded my husband. With his knowledge. Again. And again. And never stopped."

"Mummy." I managed to put together a question. "Does my wife know?"

"Vidya asked a couple of times." My mother-in-law was cryptic in her reply. "I never told Vidya. But I am telling you, so you know. I don't think you should tell Vidya. Although, I think she realizes it at some level, even though she loved her Papa deeply."

"What about her sisters?" I had to ask. "Mummy. I must say something. Your relationship with Vidya ... sorry ... my dear wife ..."

"You really must stop taking her name." Poonam told me in a stern voice.

"I am so sorry, Mummy. But I have to ask. My wife's sisters ... I noticed that you have a special relationship with my beloved wife. A type of relationship that you don't have with her siblings, for example."

It was true. My mother-in-law Poonam's relationship with Vidya was different than the ones she had with all her other children. None of her other daughters, for example, would have invited their mother to a sex party. Poonam would never have talked with any of them about her yoga instructor fondling her butt. Poonam and Vidya were less mother and daughter, and more of friends and sisters. I also felt Poonam was also less inhibited with Vidya when it came to physical touching. They would hug and kiss often.

"It is true that ALL my children are a product of adultery. Of me cuckolding Vivek." Poonam replied. "But Vidya's ... conception ... was special for me."

Something about the way she said "Vidya's conception" wasn't alright. But I let her continue.

"You see ... it was the very first time. My very first time cuckolding Vivek." Poonam said. "And it wasn't just once. For three weeks, I was fucked. Daily. And it wasn't just your normal missionary style sex either, jamai babu. He - Vidya's real, biological, father - was rough with me. He took my cunt. He fucked me in the ass. He made me give him a blowjob. For three weeks I was a total slut. To him ... and his ... um ... friends."

Wow. So not only did she cuckold my father-in-law with one man ... she was part of an orgy. It was a sudden transformation! I did feel there was more to the story than what she was telling, but I didn't know what. Something didn't make sense. I let that slide for now.

"Three weeks?" I finally managed to say with a wry smile. "Er ... Mummy ... once would have been enough, you know! And why so many people? One man is enough!"

"It was tough." Poonam didn't seem to get the joke, nor catch my drift. She seemed to be still lost in her thoughts, and completely ignored what I said. "Those three weeks were the harshest three weeks of my life. Mentally, and physically. I don't think I would have done it if my mother hadn't been there."

It was the second time for my jaw to drop to the floor.

"Naniji! Your mother ... Asin? She was there too?"

Poonam smiled.

"What can I say, jamai babu?" She replied with a grin. "Being a slut, and cuckolding our husbands, and being part of a sex orgy, seems to run in my family in the women - the first-born daughters! First my mother, then me, and now Vidya."

I had no words.

"In any case," Poonam continued, "My whole point of telling you this is to tell you about Vivek. You are worried about losing Vidya's respect? Well, I never stopped loving Vivek, or respecting him."

"But ... Mummy ... in your case ... you wanted kids. I ... can have kids."

Poonam shook her head.

"It wasn't just for kids, jamai babu. For some time after Vidya's birth, we were happy, but then, after some time ... I don't know why, I started to feel ... something ... missing. And Vivek knew it too. I ... was ... planning to remain faithful to him ... but there was a part of me that was changed ... forever. I don't know what it was."

"Naturally, we also wanted more children. And Vivek knew there was only one way to ensure this. And also take care of my ... new ... needs. And that was just the start of our new life, jamai babu."

"From then on, Vivek became my full-time cuckold husband. Slowly and surely, I took charge of the marriage. And I found myself training him ... in many ways ... and now I am training you."

"Er ... what training did you give your husband, Mummy?"

Once again Poonam didn't speak. I respectfully remained silent as my mother-in-law collected her thoughts, before she continued.

"Well ... you ... and all cuckold husbands ... need to completely respect your wife's man friend as the primary lover in her life. And you cannot avoid him. While it may be awkward speaking with the man whom she prefers sexually, make the effort to be friendly and show him you welcome him into your home and your life. You should avoid seeing him as a competition ... because really ... you are not in the same league as him."

"Moreover, you have to make sure your wife is available for him when he wants. There was a school-teacher friend of ours ... who later became district superintendent ... Shaukat ... that I really fancied. Whenever he wanted to see me, Vivek would free up my schedule, so I had the time to bond with him. He would do the household chores and take care of everything I did so I was free."

"Vivek would make Shaukat feel comfortable in our home. He would stock his favorite drinks and offer him one as soon as he walked in. Remember, it was initially awkward for Shaukat as well. So, Vivek would stand to one side, but be ready to offer a refill of his drink if he needed one. Later on, I told him it wouldn't hurt to offer Shaukat a sandwich or breakfast, also, when he would stay the night."

"Wow ... Mummy ... I could never imagine Papa like this."

"Not only did he become like this, he became even more loving." Poonam beamed. "He avoided asking me for sex on nights he knew I had a date. He would often buy me lingerie, knowing I would wear them for other men. And of course, whenever I had someone stay overnight, I ensured he always thanked my lover at the end for pleasuring me in ways that he cannot. It's a bit humiliating for him, but it was an important gesture of respect nonetheless."

Again, there was a small pause as I digested all of this.

"I am telling you now, so you know this is going to become your new norm." Poonam said. "As I said, sluttiness, and cuckolding our husbands, runs in my family amongst the first-born women. So, I wasn't surprised last night."

"JAMIA BABU! JAMAI BABU!"

Suddenly my mother-in-law's loud tone brought me back to the present. We had been walking to our home from Ravi and Sheetal's and were nearly there.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Mummy!" I apologized profusely. "I was lost ... in my thoughts."

I was thinking of our conversation this afternoon.

"Don't worry." Poonam smiled. "I was simply thanking you for walking me home and agreeing to leave the party early to do so."

"It's completely fine, Mummy." I answered. "To tell you the truth, I was also glad to get out of there. I wasn't really enjoying myself; it is not my scene. So, when you said you were not feeling well, and Vidya ... sorry ... my wife ... asked me to take you home, I was happy to do so."

"I am not really unwell." Poonam grinned. "I just made that excuse. I also wanted to leave."

"Oh?"

"You see, my dear jamai babu, I knew how this night would go. At the end of all the shenanigans, most people would go home, and Balachandraji would take me and Vidya to bed. And later, he would perhaps copulate with Sheetal. I know Vidya praises his stamina and his love making, but at this time, I find myself yearning for a younger man. Not someone older than me! I was enjoying myself, don't get me wrong, but I don't want to have sex with Balachandraji. I will find a younger man. I already have someone in mind."

I already have someone in mind. The way she said it ... I suddenly thought of something. But I decided to not say anything, and let it go.

We had reached our house. I unlocked the gates, and then the front door and we walked in. Once I shut the door again, I turned to my mother-in-law.

"I guess Vidya will spend the night there at Ravi and Sheetal's." I noted, and them immediately realized I had once again taken my wife's name.

"Mummy." I pleaded. "I don't think I can avoid taking Vidya's name. It is too difficult for me."

Poonam glanced at me, and then nodded.

"I see. Alright, I will talk to her and relax this rule. But you are also wrong, jamai babu. Vidya will not spend the night there. You see, soon Balachandraji will end the party, and then gallantly walk your wife home here. To this house. Your house."

"How can you say that, Mummy?"

Poonam had the grin of a Cheshire cat.

"You see, my dear jamai babu. Balachandraji is a real man. He knows very well why I left, but he won't accept defeat. Once here, he will hope to have me and Vidya both. But he won't ... because I am not interested. Let me even make a bet with you, jamai babu. That party won't go on for long. I will give him half an hour to an hour max, jamai babu, before he is here."

* * *

Balachandra was seated on the main sofa. Vidya was seated to his left. It was just as my mother-in-law had predicted. Merely 40 minutes after we had entered, Balachandra was here with Vidya at our place. And now I was standing in one corner of the room, trying my best to position my arms to afford myself some dignity.

It was difficult, given that I was standing there completely naked, by his orders, while he and Vidya were clothed. He was very clear - in his presence tonight, I was to remain naked at all times.

"Rajesh." Balachandra's strong voice boomed through the quiet place. "I am thirsty. Do you have some drink ... actually, get me a beer."

"Er ... yes, Sir." I replied. "We probably have some. I will get one right now from the kitchen, Sir."

I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, leaving the man there with my wife. We had some beer in the fridge. I chose a Western one, and then started to rummage through the kitchen drawers for the cork opener.

"It's in the third drawer from the right." I heard Vidya's voice. I turned around sharply. She had followed me to the kitchen.

"I knew you wouldn't know where the cork opener was." Vidya smiled. "You are always a bit clueless about the kitchen."

"Thanks." I smiled back. I got the opener and was about to pop the cork open.

"Rajesh. Darling." Vidya said.

I turned to her.

"Yes, dear."

"I wanted to say ..." Vidya seemed to be selecting her words carefully. "You did well tonight. I mean at the party. You were extremely good. I was very happy."

I beamed, as Vidya smiled back.

"Thank you, darling." I professed. "It makes me glad to hear that."

"Good. I know it wasn't easy. I mean, you were going in without knowing about the rules, and then once there you had to get past your shame and humiliation of being naked in front of everyone. And I know Sheetal must have slapped you a couple of times. At least."

I didn't say anything but nodded.

"Every husband there had been slapped by Sheetal. She, however, told me, how quickly you learned the rules. In the party itself you didn't get disciplined - that's a first! Every husband had been publicly punished, but not you! I remember the first few times - Abhinash used to get spanked all the time! But you were disciplined. And then the games ... you did very well, darling! I was sure you would helplessly cum in the first game itself, when Prakriti was stroking you ... yet you were able to control yourself!"

Vidya was beaming, and I smiled back. It was good to be acknowledged by your wife that you had made her proud.

"And now," Vidya continued, "You are very respectful of Balachandraji. You are not challenging him - even subconsciously. You accepted Balachandraji as the superior man, and you swallowed your own ego, darling. It makes me so proud. You knew your place - that you are a cuckold, and you are not a real man. And I can tell that it made Balachandraji pleased too."

"I ... thank you ... darling."

I popped open the cork and poured the beer into a glass, and then put a couple of ice cubes in it.

"Take a small tray." Vidya suggested. "Put the glass on a tray and present it to Balachandraji."

"Yes, dear."

"Also," Vidya gave me one last instruction. "Be a little more relaxed. You are very uptight and nervous around Balachandrajii. I mean, I know you know he's the superior man, and he is going to go upstairs with your wife and fuck her, but ... try to make small talk, OK?"

"Er ... yes, dear."

"And ... Mama ... she has gone to bed?"

"Yes," I replied cautiously. "She really had a headache."

"Hmm." Vidya didn't say much about that. "Balachandraji would be disappointed. I know he was looking forward to having both me and Mama in bed."

Vidya left the kitchen. A minute later, I followed her out.

"Here you go, Sir." I bent a little forward and presented the tray to him with the glass.

"Thank you, Rajesh." Balachandra took the glass and took a sip. "Wow, it's good."

I returned to the kitchen, placed the tray back in its place, and then went back to the living room. Balachandra had just finished his drink.

"Let me take that from you, Sir." I offered, taking the empty glass.

"Babe." Vidya giggled. "You should ask Balachandraji if he wants a refill."

"Oh, I am sorry Sir." I apologized profusely. Balachandra raised a hand.

"No need. I don't need a refill."

I took the glass from him and turned to leave. And then I turned back.

"Sir," I spoke. "Thank you for allowing me to accompany my wife today to your party."

"You are welcome, Rajesh. I realized you have earned it, after Vidya here has been to a few of my parties without you."

"Er ... thank you, Sir."

My mind was in a whirl. So, Vidya had been to these parties before? Without me?

Balachandra must have seen my confused look and sought to clarify.

"You will have noticed today," He explained, "There were more wives at the party than husbands."

I nodded.

"Yes, Sir. I think there were ten ladies there, but only four of us men. Five actually, Sir, you included."

Balachandra shook his head.

"No, Rajesh. There was only one man there."

He looked at me. I realized my mistake immediately.

"I am extremely sorry, Sir." I apologized again. "There was only one man there, Sir - you. And there were four of us cuckolds there."

"Correct. So ... tell me, why do I have more women than men at these parties?"

I didn't know, so I said nothing.

"It's because those husbands that attend the party ... they have earned the right to be at the party. Not all husbands have the right. Ravi, Abhinash, George ... I have been cuckolding these men for a long time, Rajesh. So, at these parties, I sometimes share some of the wives with these poor men. For example, today, Kalpana was given to George to enjoy."

"Oh." I said. And then I realized the number of times Vidya had gone to these parties without me. I looked at her, remembering her careful selection of words.

It's the first time we as a couple are invited to his cuckold and wives party.

Vidya smiled sweetly back at me. Balachandra saw my look and nodded.

"You are right." He said. "Vidya too had to obey my instructions and give herself to some of the husbands at previous parties. Last party, if I remember right, Vidya was Kumar's prize for the night. Poor guy - he lasted a mere ten seconds inside your wife!"

My wife joined Balachandra as they laughed at the thought of this poor Kumar managing to last only ten seconds inside my wife. Only I remained silent.

"Once a wife is 'won' at least twice, I then allow her husband to come to future parties." Balachandra told me. "Maybe in the next party, you may win another wife. However, it depends on Vidya. She has been very adamant that you are not to be allowed to win any other wife, and I have to respect that. Don't you agree?"

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

"Good. Now please put the glass away and go back to standing in the corner."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now that's a good boy."

As I watched, Balachandra had an arm around my wife's shoulders, and she was caressing the inside of his thigh with one hand. Both were breathing a little heavy and obviously getting turned on. I began to feel the dual feeling I always got when I watched Vidya like this - a gut-wrenching hurt inside my stomach, and a slow arousal in my loins. Suddenly, Vidya turned back to me.

"Babe." She called out. "Why don't you come and sit here, on the floor, next to our feet? Maybe you can learn a few things from Balachandraji."

I watched them kiss for some time before Balachandra turned to me.

"Do you know what you are, Rajesh?" He asked me, and then answered before I could speak. "You're a loser, Rajesh. You got a wife who's a real fine piece of ass, and you can't even fuck her. What a loser!"

Thoroughly humiliated, I kept my eyes down on the floor.

"Ok, Rajesh." Balachandra sneered. "Beg me to fuck this beautiful gori chitti wife of yours."

"P-p-please, S-Sir," I barely found my voice. "P-please f-f-fuck m-my w-wife."

Even as I said this, my cock became even harder. I heard my wife and Balachandra laugh, and she ran a hand down his chest, down his stomach, and then started to caress the huge, hard mound in the front of his pants.

Balachandra pulled away from my wife and removed his shirt, revealing a well-built chest. Of course I had seen him like this before, but on videos. It was different seeing this with your own eyes, in person.

Balachandra turned to face my wife, wrapped his massive arms around her and kissed her, her mouth opening under his, their tongues intertwining before their lips touched. The pallu of Vidya's sari fell down from her shoulders, revealing her blouse a bra straining from her immense, huge breasts. Again, Balachandra pulled my wife to him, smashing her tits against his chest as they continued to kiss. Then they separated, and he looked back at me.

"Take my pants off, Rajesh," He ordered.

"Yes, Sir."

I reached up and unbuckled his belt. Then I unzipped his pants over his rock-hard organ. I unbuttoned the pants and pulled them down, helping him to step out of them. I also removed his socks at his further order. He now stood there, with massive muscular thighs glistening and an enormous cock barely contained by his briefs, before sitting back down on the sofa.

Vidya meanwhile was on her knees, on the floor, facing Balachandra as he was seated on the sofa. She was now gently pulling down his briefs, even as Balachandra played with her hair.

I knew Balchandra was disappointed that Poonam wasn't here; he was hoping to have both mother and daughter tonight. Vidya, sensing that he was still mulling over his disappointment, was now preparing to give him a blowjob to soothe his ego.

"Look how big his cock is, darling." Vidya said, as she pulled out his manhood. I could only nod - I had of course seen it before, in videos.

"He has a big cock, unlike yours darling." Vidya continued to stroke him. "It makes me so happy."

Balachandra had an evil grin on his face as my wife enveloped his penis with her lips.

"Too late to rethink your cuckold fantasies, Rajesh!" He laughed. "Look how beautifully your wife sucks my cock. Now, there's a good girl. Did you get a blowjob by any other woman, Rajesh?"

"Er ... No, Sir." I replied, watching my wife expertly use her tongue to lick and clean Balachandra's testicles. "I was a complete virgin when I married ... um ... Vidya, Sir. She was my first ... blowjob. And my first sex, Sir."

"Good!" Balachandra grinned. "Then you are lucky. You got the best cocksucker as your first. Many girls develop bad habits. They make you cum, but it's a nasty experience. Whereas Vidya ... Now watch your wife here. See how she expertly licks me at the very start."

Vidya by now had carefully licked all of Balachandra's penis and gonads, making certain that he was thoroughly wet with her saliva, under the skin behind the head, in the crack of his ass, and under his balls. She stroked the rapidly hardening man meat once or twice with her hand, before running her tongue lovingly around the head. Then, as Balachandra spread her legs, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and laid him gently on her tongue.

"I had all the wives watch Vidya once." Balachandra proudly announced. "She does everything so well. See how she lets me soak there on her tongue awhile before she begins to blow me. Trust me, that not only feels good, a real experienced man like me knows this is a well-trained cocksucker when she starts out slow this way."

I could see Vidya blush as Balachandra praised her so crudely. He had a firm grasp of her long hair, and he was using it to encourage her to bob her head up and down, raking his great shaft with her lips. After sometime, he patted my wife roughly on one cheek.

"What a first-class cocksucker! Alright, my slut bahu, deep throat me now!"

Vidya pushed her head forward, trying to open her throat and take as much of him as she could down her gullet. Then drawing back she brought the head back to her lips, and just before it slipped from her mouth, she again drove forward, choking on his length, but swallowing a full two thirds of his many inches.

Vidya's head now began to bob back and forth raking her lips up and down the hard-on that filled her mouth. With each down stroke she was able to force that huge head deeper into her throat.

"Yeah bahu, just like that." Balachandra was mumbling. He was also calling Vidya 'bahu', which meant daughter-in-law, something he did from time to time. "That's it, keep sucking it. Run your tongue up around the tip. Oh, bahu!"

I knew that Balachandra could not hold out long in the grip of such a pleasant sensation. No man could. Within only minutes he grabbed my wife by the ears and yanked her to him, forcing her face into his crotch until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.

"OOOOOH VIDYA!"

Balachandra exploded. He kept groaning, and a load of creamy male seed continued to gush out of that long fat prick. His manhood was all the way down my wife's throat, and she swallowed frantically to keep from gagging as his full load went down. This was how I had seen my wife multiple times. On her knees, another man's prick shoved down her throat, she sucking him to completion, and herself climaxing like an animal in heat.

Balachandra took his now soft meat in his hand, and slapped it against my wife's face, leaving a few drops of his semen on her cheek.

"You bitch! Randi! You are the best piece of ass I've ever had! Let's go to the bedroom!"

* * *

It was 2 am. I was standing outside the bedroom door once again to hear my wife and her lover, a habit that had grown in frequency in recent times. But this time, I was here by Balachandra's command.

Since the blowjob, I had been in the guestroom while he and Vidya were in our master bedroom, enjoying themselves. I had just about fallen asleep when Balachandra had called me on my cellphone and told me to come up. He had ordered me to remain outside even as he noisily fucked my wife inside.

"And needless to say, be naked." He had instructed. "You don't deserve to wear clothes in my presence."

As I listened to the sounds, the sense of shame was coursing across my face, distinct and inescapable, as was my arousal. Peering through the small crack in the door, I could see our master bed rocking back and forth, squeaking and creaking. With a dry mouth I swallowed, listening as the love of my life moaned loudly in intense pleasure. He was fucking her from behind. She was on her belly, on the bed, and he was on top of her, riding her ass.

"Oh, Balachandraji!" My wife cooed. "I love your big dick!"

I listened to Balachandra's masculine grunt of satisfaction, even as my wife repeatedly took his name in passion. I could see them kissing fervently.

Time and time again I had tried to think through my unique situation, but it's hard to explain. My wife, just like her mother and her grandmother had apparently did to their husbands, repeatedly cuckolded me. Yet, as I was overcome with the strong embarrassment of this humiliation, my penis was rapidly hardening in excitement as I heard my beloved submit herself, again and again, to our well-hung former neighbour.

Vidya was moaning louder now, Balachandra's thrusting becoming more urgent as their bodies collided together in sexual need. This must have been the third time he was fucking her. I heard her gasp at the pleasure that this man was giving her.

"Oh, Balachandraji! I am cumming. Oh, God! Balachandraji! Please cum in me."

"Now there's a good girl." Balachandra laughed, and within moments, was moving his penis back inside her. I saw Vidya arch her head back in pleasure as she felt him once again stretch her insides. I couldn't tell whether his dick was in her ass or in her cunt. Probably her cunt, otherwise even Vidya would have felt the pain.

"Rajesh!" Suddenly Balachandra called out. "Open the door fully and come inside."

"Er ... Yes, Sir."

Balachandra did not stop fucking my wife even as I opened the door and entered the room. I could see that he was easing his way in and out of her from behind, pumping into her, his large arms grasping onto her waist as he fucked my wife doggy style.

Vidya's face was all covered with sweat and cum trails and red marks across her cheeks. She now lowered her head, her hair falling all over her face, even as her big breasts swayed from Balachandra's thrusting. Her nipples were firm and erect.

She eventually raised her eyes in my direction to look at me, somewhat with pity, even as her lust was evident in her gaze. She smiled lovingly, naughtily in my direction, looking down at the small arousal I had. I was naked, of course.

"You look so radiant and sexy, my love." I said, even as my voice caught in my throat. Then I addressed her lover. "Thank you, Sir, for giving my wife so much pleasure."

SLAP!

Balachandra slapped my wife's bottom, causing her to flinch. He began to increase his tempo, the sounds of their naked skin slapping together becoming louder along with the creaking of the bed frame. He turned to look at me with a scornful look.

"Do you like seeing me fuck your wife, Rajesh?" He asked haughtily.

"I ... yes, Sir." I was really embarrassed and humiliated, but I couldn't help but be honest. "Yes, Sir."

SLAP!

I watched as he pulled Vidya gently by the hair, pulling her head upwards along with it. He slapped her ass forcefully, as he savored her pleasure and domination over her and me. His big balls were now repeatedly clanking against my wife's clit.

"Oh, Balachandraji!" My wife could only moan helplessly. "Your dick is so big! And you know what to do with it!"

Balachandra laughed.

"I am fucking you in front of your useless husband with my dick."

None of us had any reply to that taunt, and Vidya continued to moan and purr, her pleasure building to yet another climax. Suddenly Balachandra withdrew himself completely from her.

"Oh, Balachandraji!" Vidya pleaded. "Please! I need you inside me! Please! Fuck me like a bad bahu, Balachandraji!"

Balachandra laughed. His hard male rod probed and prodded along the crack of my wife's ass, hunting, searching, for the hole of her pussy. Vidya was quivering with excitement. I could see small orgasmic shocks bubbling up though her body even as her lover's penis suddenly found her hole.

"There!" My wife screamed at him as his prick touched the open entrance to her cunt. "Oh, Balachandraji! That is it! You have the spot ... my hole! Oh, Balachandraji! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

I could see Vidya was trembling now. She was already going through one orgasm. With a powerful hunch of his hips, five, maybe six, more inches of man meat forced their way inside my wife's trembling cunt. A second thrust and Balachandra was all the way in.

My wife lay under Balachandra, split open and pegged to the bed by the huge phallus that stretched her female channel to its limit. Her lover's lips nibbled at the nape of her neck. Balachandra's tongue explored her ears, inside and out. I could see that he was fondling her breasts and pinching the areoles of her nipples.

"Oh, baby!" Vidya was mumbling. "He is so much bigger than you, babe. So much better too!"

Vidya was right. I could see that Balachandra not only had a great penis, but he knew how to fully pleasure a woman. Vidya was biting down on the pillow sheet to muffle her screams, even as she was rambling. She was incoherent, even as orgasm after orgasm exploded in her body.

"Rajesh." Balachandra had an evil grin on his face. "I am cumming inside your wife. Again."

I saw Vidya's eyes roll back to her head as she dug her fingernails into the bed spread, her head jerking back as her lover exploded inside her. Balachandra's face continued to strain as he powerfully pumped his cum deep into her womb.

Within moments it was all over. My wife's vagina was overflowing with sticky cum. Balachandra was on top of her. Even as his cock softened inside her, he was kissing her neck and playing with her nipples. Suddenly, he turned to me.

"Rajesh, get out." Balachandra ordered. "Go to your room."

"Yes, Sir."

* * *

It was 4 or 5 in the morning when my cell phone rang. I groggily rubbed my eyes and answered the phone.

"Honey." It was Vidya. "Can you be a dear and come to the bedroom?"

No doubt Balachandra wanted to humiliate me even more.

"Er ... yes, my love." I answered. "Er ... does Sir want me naked, again? Do I enter the room?"

I heard a laugh from my wife's end.

"Darling." She replied. "Balachandraji is no longer here. He went back to Sheetal long time ago. I am calling you now. Time to reclaim your wife, honey. And yes ... come naked."

* * *

"Jamai babu, come in."

My mother-in-law's voice made me freeze as I entered our master bedroom.

"Mummy?" I could only croak. "Um ... where is Vidya?"

"Vidya was very tired after Balachandraji left." Poonam answered. I could see my mother-in-law was lying on the bed, dressed in a smooth silk sari. "I sent her to my room ... the guest room. I told her I will take care of you tonight. Come ... na ... come on the bed."

I will take care of you tonight.

I climbed into the bed, fully conscious that I was naked, getting into bed next to my mother-in-law. Soon she made me comfortable, and we started to discuss various things. After some time, talk drifted to our sex life, and my feelings when Vidya was with another man. Like tonight.

"Often I was not allowed to watch, Mummy." I told Poonam. "I always thought I would be allowed to watch. Even if they humiliate me."

"Look, jamai babu." I could see that Poonam was trying to be delicate in her reply. "It is sensitive for Vidya. You persuaded her to cuckold you and that is so much fun - for both of you. But now she has found lovers ... real men ... who gives her what she needs. And out of respect for these real men, you should understand that they need intimate time alone with your wife."

I must have looked sad, because Poonam gave me a little smile. Then she wrapped her hands around my manhood.

"Jamai babu, you are a cuckolded man." She said, giving my wiener a little rub. "It is demeaning to Vidya and her men if you demand that they let you watch ... all the time. You are allowed to masturbate on your own, right?"

"Er ... yes, Mummy."

"Good! So, if you feel horny when your wife is shacking it up with her lovers, go ahead and masturbate! Go to my daughter's cabinet and wear her pretty little panties if you like. That always got your little willy hard, right?"

I could only help but nod. Poonam maintained a good grip on my penis.

"You had to know this might happen, jamai babu." She laughed. "Even as you cringe at the thought of your wife and another man, this little willy of yours gets rock hard."

"Sasu maa." I called Poonam by a name that I rarely used, rather than the usual 'Mummy'. "You said you always suspected I was a cuckold. Can I ask how?"

Poonam stopped stroking me and looked directly into my eyes. She grinned, and then leaned in and gave me a kiss. Directly on my lips.

We kissed for a bit - I even managed to get some tongue - before she withdrew. Her fingers once again wrapped themselves around my manhood.

"It was right around ... I think ... three years into your marriage." Poonam recalled. "I think ... based on what I know now ... Vidya had either just finished her affair with Gaurav ... or perhaps started to sleep with Ramu."

Ah yes, of course. Gaurav. The first man who had cuckolded me. And of course, it had been my idea as well.

Or ... was it.

A sudden scene suddenly played in my head. It was as if suddenly someone had switched on a video. I was seeing it in my mind as if the scene was acted out in front of my eyes.

I remember ... I was at my wit's end. My asshole of a boss - Gaurav - had made bad deals for the company, taken kickbacks, and was putting all the blame on me - and no one would move against him because he was dating Mr. Sarun's daughter.

With me at my wit's end one night in bed, Vidya had just blurted out, "I should just go to bed with him, and you can tape it and show it to his wife!"

Of course ... I didn't correct Vidya. I remembered just being in shock at her suggestion. Gaurav was merely engaged to the daughter of Mr. Sarun - not yet married. She wasn't his wife.

"What are you saying, honey?" I had asked Vidya, my jaws dropping.

"Imagine," Vidya's eyes lit up as she considered her plan, "You are so good at those electronics stuff; you could probably fit a few cameras discretely in this house. We could invite Gaurav to watch an IPL, or some other cricket match, here. He doesn't even know you are trying to uncover proof against him. And once he's here, you make some excuse and leave, and bam! I seduce him, he fucks me, and we have him by the balls!"

"But ... but ..." I stammered. "Another man ... will be having ... sex with you ... honey ..." I trailed off.

Vidya had looked at me, and suddenly I remembered that she hugged me.

"Oh my darling! Oh my love! I was only joking! Oh sugar pie, my cream pie! Please forgive me!"

The scene was now burnt into my brain. All this while ... all these years ... I thought it was I who wanted this cuckold life style! Yet ... the seed of it was planted in my head ... by my own wife ... six years ago!

"As I was saying," Poonam was still speaking, while still rubbing my dick was now rock hard. "I think Vidya was sleeping with Ramu the milkman at that time. I remember noticing some immediate changes in her, that I hadn't seen previously in her during your married life."

"Er ... changes?"

"Yes. Suddenly I could see her old swagger back. A renewed sense of confidence if you will. She never lost it, but it seemed to have come back with a vengeance. Her dresses, both on her social media posts and what I saw, became bolder - she was showing more skin, and she seemed to be glowing! And I could suddenly sense you also ... were ... happier. I think she started to have more sex with you."

"I guess." I tried to reflect.

My wife's initial affair with Ramu had been a wild, torrid one. He used to fuck her every chance he got, calling her crude names, and sometimes sharing her with his friends. He was her first low class lover. Vidya did things with him that she never came close to doing with me, and she let him do things to her that I could only dream about.

The affair had only ended when Ramu had to go back to his village because of some family crisis, and he wasn't going to return to the city in the near future. My wife Vidya had been Ramu's mistress and sex slave for nearly three months by then. The last day he came to visit her, he had her four times, once cumming in the mouth, once shoving it up her the ass, and twice she did him in the kitchen, taking his monster cock up her cunt for one last, good-bye fuck.

"Vidya has a very high sex drive." Poonam said. "Women naturally have a higher sex drive than men, and for Vidya that was enhanced when she started to cuckold you. Because of all the sex that she was having with Ramu, she was giving you more (and better) sex than you ever had before. That's why even you were happier, and I could see that. That is when I started to think you might be a cuckold."

"I see."

My mother-in-law realized that I was by now quite hard, and could cum any time. She stopped rubbing me, and took her hand off my penis.

"Come here, jamai babu." She instructed. "Let's kiss. You know how to use your tongue."

"Yes, Mummy."

We kissed. I, the hapless cuckolded son-in-law, and she, the dominant but loving mother-in-law. Our lips and tongues met and embraced each other.

As the kiss continued endlessly, Poonam held my cock tight with one hand and pressed my balls with the other. Her soft breasts under the satin blouse were pressed against my naked chest and her soft thighs pressed against my legs. As the kiss finally ended, I became a little bolder, and kissed her neck and ears.

"Oooooh jamai babu!" Poonam mumbled.

I played my tongue on her ears and she softly moaned again.

"Oooooh! Raajesh! Mmmmm!"

I was now desperate to see her body again. With my lips on her cleavage, I started unbuttoning her blouse. At this stage she stopped me.

Looking at my eyes, she pleaded, "Not now, jamai babu."

She was flushed on her face and talked in a husky voice.

"You will have my body, but not yet. Actually ... let me give you a release."

Saying this she quickly climbed off the bed, walked around to where I was seated. Wordlessly she knelt and took my cock in her mouth. As my penis throbbed in the moistness of her mouth, her tongue moved around it. Her tongue had complete domination over my manhood and danced over it rhythmically.

I was helpless and couldn't control myself. Within seconds I erupted like a volcano. Shots of warm liquid came out endlessly. As the stream finally stopped, Poonam took out her mouth. I could see white creamy liquid - my cum - dripping down from the two sides of her lips. She quickly wiped her face and my cock with the pallu of her sari.

"Oh, my, that was a lot of cum, jamai babu." She replied with a grin. I realized that she completely swallowed my load - and seemed to have relished doing so.

"Er ... sorry, Mummy. I ... couldn't control ... myself."

Poonam laughed and resumed her place beside me on the bed.

"This is why I didn't want you in me ... immediately." She replied. "I knew you wouldn't last long. But now ... the second time ... I will have fun."

The second time ...

I already have someone in mind ...

I realized what I had suspected was coming to pass. I knew who my mother-in-law wanted.

Me.

For some time, we both just lay there. My mother-in-law snuggled close against me, placing her hand on my chest and her head on my shoulder. I kissed her forehead. Slowly her hand went down my tummy, and then once again rested on my penis. We kissed again, and then she once again rubbed my dick.

"Tell me, jamai babu." She asked, as she gently played with my balls. "You do worry about Vidya, and your marriage, right? When she sleeps around like this?"

"Er ... yes ... Mummy. How could I not?"

"You don't have to." Poonam tried to reassure me. "My daughter enjoys other men and delights in her freedom to fuck them. But you are the one she comes home too. You are her husband and her cuckold. Other men fuck her but are her pride. You are the one she makes love to. Remember, you get to lick that ass of hers, and you do eagerly, and she cums on your mouth every time. That is heaven to you, and for her. It is where you crave to be."

I didn't say anything, but slowly absorbed her words, as she continued.

"Your wife is hungry with a powerful need. And as she leads men after men to your bed, you know those men are equipped to quench her thirst. And you never will, jamai babu, not with this penis. But ... it ... it is just an animal lust. Do you know what a 'hotwife' is, jamai babu?"

"Er ... what is it, Mummy? Is it a wife who is ... er ... hot?"

Poonam laughed. She gently rubbed the tip of my penis with her forefinger.

"Vidya is a 'hotwife'. She sleeps with other men, but she is your wife. She will always come home to you. And she will come home with a hotwife's loving appreciation for you being the one brave enough to encourage her lifestyle. You are the man who understand her needs and especially the need for her to fuck other men. Not many husbands could do that. But you are unique. You are her cuckold. And you will be rewarded. So don't worry about Vidya ... or your marriage. And remember, this lifestyle has already given you one big benefit."

"Er ... what is that ... Mummy?"

Poonam laughed again.

"Think of the sex, jamai babu. Let's face it, one of the problems with every relationship is sex tends to get boring and routine. We all feel it... but no one wants to talk about it. It's the elephant in the room."

"But you being a cuckold has changed all that. Because Vidya is having sex with new partners, simple biology dictates that's going to be hot, exciting and adventurous sex. So good for her. And the 'naughtiness' of the whole situation only adds to the heat, especially if you the husband is present or listening from the next room. And this also leads to better sex for you."

"Let's face it ... you get a real thrill out of seeing or hearing your wife 'perform' ... and when she gets you back into your own marital bed, the sex between you and Vidya is explosive, because in your mind you want to compete with that man, knowing you never can, fully."

By now I was fully aroused, again. I could see a slow smile on Poonam's lips, as she slowly removed her blouse, and then her petticoat, and then her bra. Her giant boobs burst out, suddenly free of their confines.

"Jamai babu." Poonam's voice was shaking. "Take off my panties."

"Yes, Mummy."

Then it happened. My mother-in-law took my cock and just rubbed the head in between her lips. I could barely control myself. Her pussy was so hot ... it felt like it was on fire. And at the same time, it was so wet. We started to kiss again.

As the kiss ended, my own body was now on fire. I was kissing her whole body wildly, out of control. I kissed her neck and her breasts. I raising her arms and kissed her armpits.

"Oh, you love my armpits, don't you?" She moaned. Her hands pulled my hair and she pressed her crotch on mine.

I bent further down and licked her boobs all over and sucked on her long nipples. I pressed her other boob at the same time.

"Mummy." I looked at her helplessly. "Please. I don't think I can control much longer."

Poonam looked at me and nodded.

She lined up my penis head and aimed it at her pussy. Taking charge, slowly she started to push back as my cock gradually entered her warm vagina.

OH MY GOD!

I was inside my mother-in-law's pussy! I couldn't take it anymore. I reached over and grabbed her hips and pulled her into my cock as deep as I could go.

"Mmmmmmmmm!"

She was now moaning loudly as I pushed my cock deep inside. We were now looking at each other's eyes, fully aware that we were about to commit the ultimate act. I was inside her, and I was going to ejaculate. Her hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips to hers as she kissed me very passionately.

"Oooooh jamai babu!"

My hands glided up her stomach as they made their way to those beautiful pendulous breasts. I groped them, I pinched them, I caressed them, and I couldn't get enough.

I wish I could say I fucked Poonam for the next 20 minutes, but I was no Mr. Sarun or Balachandra. I did fuck her for three full minutes though. It was amazing and no less sensual. Poonam had the most incredible pussy, despite her age and experience. It maintained a vice grip on my penis. I could feel her inner muscles grip my cock as I ploughed into her.

"Oh, Mummy, I can't. Not anymore." I pleaded.

Once again Poonam acknowledged with a nod and a moan.

I exploded inside her vagina. I didn't know it was possible but I just continued to leak cum inside her. Neither one of us wanted it to end, so we relished in the fact that my cock was still inside her, slowly but methodically fucking her.

That night I fucked her twice more.

I was proud of myself. We had stayed in bed for roughly half an hour, talking of this and that. We were like newlywed lovers, unable to get enough of each other. After thirty or forty minutes, I placed my hands on her tits and took one of those huge melons into my mouth and started to suck on it. Poonam was feeling sleeping at that time.

"No... jamai babu ... no..." She had one of her eyes half open as I sucked on her breasts. "Let us sleep."

"Please, Mummy." I begged as I squeezed one boob while sucking the other. "I am ... I need ... you."

My hands were already running down her tummy to her nether regions. I began to finger her clit. I kissed her with passion.

"Ooooh jamai babu."

I could literally feel her resistance melt away.

My dick was quite hard by then, even as I sucked on one breast while fingering her. I could feel Poonam becoming wet slowly as well. I then climbed on top of her and plunged into her.

"Ommmmph!" She cried out as my manhood plowed into her. "Jamai babu!"

My butt moved like a piston as I fucked her furiously.

Poonam could only murmer helplessly as she was overcome by an orgasm. My mother-in-law's body started to move, even as she was convulsing from one orgasm. She was now meeting my thrusts, with equally brutal upward thrusts of her own, onto my penis.

This time I lasted a little longer, before emptying into her.

The third time was early morning, close to sunrise when I opened my eyes. I just moved and parted her legs. Dried, sticky semen combined with her own juices had matted her pubic hair to her skin. I began to kiss her there, ignoring the smell of my own cum. Poonam woke up as well, and saw what I was doing. With a smile, she began to gently stroke me. I became hard in no time, and then climbed her and entered her.

We were both breathing rapidly and sweating profusely. Our bodies were joined once more, crotch to crotch, pubic hair to pubic hair. My mother-in-law grunted as I rode her and pumped her. I was panting. I could not control myself any longer.

"Oh, Mummy." I moaned, as a wave of ecstasy enveloped me and my body shuddered. I let myself go completely.

* * *

It was late in the morning ... almost afternoon ... when I woke up.

After I used the washroom and relieved myself, I made sure to brush properly and then use mouthwash. Finally, I dressed in a Tshirt and shorts, and then walked downstairs.

Both Poonam and Vidya were in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. As I said, it was late - almost 11 in the morning, and I knew I had to finish a work report, but I wasn't bothered. I looked back towards the kitchen, and the sight of two beautiful women - mother and daughter - who were inside. Balachandra had tried so hard to get both and failed. And me - I had succeeded. I could honestly say I was the only man to have slept with both Vidya and her mother Poonam.

I walked behind Poonam and put my arms around her belly and placed my dick between her ass chicks. She just closed her eyes for a moment raised her chin and then open her eyes again. She felt good as I was moving my hands just under her breast teasing them softly. I then slowly kissed her cheeks; she had closed her eyes and enjoying the sensation. But then suddenly she pushed me away.

"Oh, jamai babu." She exclaimed. "We have the whole day and the night for this. But right now ... I am hungry."

I then turned to Vidya.

"Oh, no no no." Vidya giggled. "I am all fucked out, honey. I need to eat too."

I walked over to the dining table waiting for my beautiful mother-in-law and my gorgeous wife to bring the breakfast over. Truth be told, I was hungry too ... but I was not at all interested in food; I was only interested in Poonam now. Even Vidya could sense it, and I was a little worried as to how she might feel. Yes, this was her idea all along, but now that it happened, maybe she didn't want it?

After some time, the ladies came out of the kitchen and served the breakfast. I hastily finished it. Both Poonam and Vida took their own time. All the time I was looking at my beautiful mother-in-law's face. She was now embarrassed.

"Oh, Rajesh!" She complained. "Stop it na! Don't look at me like this, it is embarrassing."

Vidya giggled.

"Oh, Mama! You must excuse my husband. It's the first time for him. I remember him looking at me like this after marriage and following me everywhere with that puppy look!"

"Sorry, Mummy." I managed to utter.

For the next three nights, my life was divine. I don't know how I did it. After dinner, as we would sit on the sofa to relax, both Poonam and Vidya would be all over me. Kissing me. Hugging me. Stroking me. Squeezing me.

Somehow I managed not to cum right then and there. After that I would be stripped naked, and the ladies would amuse themselves by making fun of my cock. Then I would be marched, naked and all, to the bedroom. This is where my tongue would get a starring role.

I always started with Poonam. By the time I was done with her, she would be a quivering mess, blabbering incoherently and shaking with pleasure. After that, I would service Vidya. By the time I was done, Vidya would be just as helpless as her mother.

I would always fuck my mother-in-law first. I would be already hard and Poonam was already wet. It didn't take long before my cock was going in and out of her. I wish I could tell you that I lasted long, but as I said, I wasn't Mr. Sarun or Balachandra.

Then, after a half an hour's break, during which the three of us would just lay on the bed and talk, I would turn and fuck Vidya.

"Oh, babe. I love you so much." I would tell my wife. "Thank you."

Twice in the night and my balls were drained. This continued for the next three nights.

Which now brings me back to the morning of Friday, which is when I started this story.

* * *

Mr. Sarun's voice was apprehensive on the zoom call. I could see that he was intrigued, but cautious.

"I will be honest, Rajesh. It's an excellent idea. But somehow, I am not sure we need to take this risk now. The world is going for a recession, and every company in our sector is barely surviving."

"If we do this, Sir," I pointed out, "It's a whole new segment for our company."

"Yes ... but the risk ..."

"Sir." I leaned forward on my laptop. "When was the last time you backed away from a risk, simply because it was ... a ... little ... risky? Think of the potential, Sir."

You know what I said next, and then my boss laughed.

"You certainly know how to sell a deal, Rajesh. I think you are wasted in technical. I should put you in marketing. You are certainly a useful man"

I laughed.

"Alright." Mr. Sarun seemed to have come to a decision. "You have convinced me. Let's do it. I will put forward the motion to the Board this week, and we will get it approved."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Good work, Rajesh."

Long after the call, I sat there, still not believing what was going to happen.

Our company was going to move into the event security sector. We already were highly dominant in corporate security, but this would be a new market segment. There were a few small companies in India. I knew exactly what they charged. We would undercut them.

Yes, this would mean losses for the first three years, but by then we would have market domination, and could capitalize on that. The few small companies that dared compete with us would go bankrupt and out of business.

Companies like Radin Q Security. Balachandra's company - the one that he invested his life savings in.

I was evil, I realized with a laugh. I was using Mr. Sarun's money to bankrupt Balachandra. And Mr. Sarun wouldn't see a cent of profit for three years. Using one man's money to ruin the other.

I switched on my phone and went to the camera app. For some time I watched the video of him entering my wife. Again and again.

I then shut it off.

You might be fucking my wife, Balachandra, I thought, but soon you will be the one feeling fucked. Just you wait.

I glanced at the calendar. Less than two months to go, Mr. Sarun. The endgame was coming. For you as well.