My Indian Slut Wife Vidya - Part 12

"Hey Rajesh!"

Mr. Sarun's loud voice boomed through my headset speakers as his face filled the laptop's screen. The Zoom call with my CEO was on, and inwardly, I squirmed in my seat. Forget Mr. Sarun being physically present, just the mere authority of his commanding voice was enough to make me feel emasculated. All because, of course, the fact that my wife and I were basically his modern-day slaves. He dominated our lives, and we did whatever we were told to do by him. Despite our marriage, he was fucking my wife at will on a regular basis, and I was helpless to stop it. Not only that, I had to constantly thank him for actually fucking my wife.

"Sir." I was in my office, seated at my desk, and the door to my office was closed. "How are you, Sir?"

Despite everything, despite all my feelings, I had to be nice. I had to be extremely polite to the man who comes to India just to bury his big fat cock in my wife's juicy cunt, and who repeatedly reminds me of that fact that I was a cuckold.

"I am good, Rajesh. Are you alone in your office?" My boss cut straight to the point.

"Yes, Sir." I replied. "The door is also locked, Sir."

"Why, are you going to masturbate, you wanker?" Mr. Sarun commented, and then started laughing at his own joke. "Is that why I pay you?"

"Er, no, Sir." I had to laugh awkwardly at my own expense at his joke, and then added, "I wanted to discuss something with you, Sir. Private."

"Oh! What is it, cuckold? Spill it fast, I have to go somewhere. Of course, spilling it fast is what you do in bed all the time, if what your wife says is true! Apparently you can't last more than a few seconds!"

Again, he laughed at his own joke.

"Yes, Sir. That is correct, Sir." I had to humble myself again. "I am so happy you are there to take care of that for my wife, Sir. It is true that I can't last a minute inside her. She is always scolding me for that and telling me to learn from you, Sir. I am always amazed how you manage to last so long, and then do it again and again, Sir. I hope one day I can be like you, Sir."

Mr. Sarun gave a full throated laughter.

"Rajesh... I can do it... It's because I am a man. A real man. Manhood - now it's not something you can just learn, you cuckold. Not everyone can be me, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun mocked. "I am me, a man's man. A ladies' man. You, on the other hand, are not a real man. Despite you being Vidya's husband, remember when I am there, I am the man who gets to fuck your wife, while you just stand there, naked, and watch me, and serve me, while I give it to your wife. Whenever your wife has an orgasm, she is thinking of me, not you. You are only fit to be her servant. And mine."

"Sir, you know it is my pleasure and honour to be your loyal servant, while you are enjoying my wife's charms and hospitality." I played along as the meek and submissive employee. "My wife really looks forward every month to your visit."

"Of course." Mr Sarun chuckled. "I have ruined your wife, Rajesh. She doesn't need your tiny dick anymore. I make her gush like a waterfall. She can never just go back to you."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I grovelled. "I have seen how wet she gets just thinking about you, Sir. When you are here, I am now happy just to watch you two, Sir. It gives me pleasure when I see your big cock buried fully inside my wife, and your big heavy balls resting on her ass cheeks, with the juices flowing out of her pussy and down her buttocks. It reminds me what I am not, Sir, and what you are. A real man."

"I guess you are a man... but a very sick man, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun laughed in a cruel manner. He was taking pleasure both physically and psychologically in that he was fucking a married woman in front of the husband. As if to further demonstrate his hold over my household, Mr. Sarun mocked me and asked, "Are you preparing for my visit in two weeks, Rajesh? To see me fuck your wife, again? And again? And again? And to serve me like a lowly servant while I fuck her?"

"Er... yes, Sir. You are indeed very good to us, Sir." I replied. "I am looking forward to welcoming you again, Sir, and serving you as a servant, Sir. But I will admit, Sir... more than me, my wife is looking forward to your visit, Sir."

"Let me tell you something, you loser." Mr. Sarun was completely in his element now. "I own your wife now. There is NOTHING I would order Viyda to do now, and she wouldn't. Your wife is my total slave and my personal whore, that I lend out to my friends as rewards. She has serviced my dick in ways that she will never for anyone,... and least of all... for you. And it will continue for a long while, Rajesh."

I knew that was true. Mr. Sarun fucked her like that. No fake feelings, no love stories, it was just a big hard cock in her married cunt. In and out, in an out, rinse and repeat. In two weeks, I knew I would be sleeping in the guest quarters, or perhaps even in the servant quarters, and Mr. Sarun would be sleeping with my wife on our marital bed. I would spend the night listening to the bed springs creaking and Vidya whimpering helplessly to his rhythmic thumping.

"Yes, Sir, I am aware of that. I have long ago made peace with the fact that I am a cuckold, Sir."

"Speaking of that slut wife of yours," Mr. Sarun suddenly raised an eyebrow. "I texted Vidya today, your morning time, to send me a nude of her as she was in the washroom, taking a piss. I still haven't gotten it, Rajesh. You know I will spank the slut properly next time I visit for her tardiness."

"Er... yes, Sir. I am so sorry, Sir. I will... um... remind her, Sir." I mentally made a note. I knew Mr. Sarun was serious in his perversion, and Vidya did not want to be spanked by him.

"Now tell me what you want, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun asked. "I am busy. Why did you call me?"

I began to speak.

"Sir, I need a little vacation. About 4 days, Sir. My wife and I were thinking of a mini-getaway, Sir. And I will be having sex with her, Sir. With your permission of course, Sir."

"Oh, I see." Mr. Sarun's eyes narrowed. "Isn't she on her periods?"

"Er... no, next week, Sir." I felt ashamed to discuss my wife's personal details with my boss, but when you have shared your wife's body with the boss, nothing is personal anymore.

"So, when I come the week after..." Mr. Sarun was doing the math in his head.

"Yes, Sir." I politely confirmed. "She should be done her periods by then, and be ready and fully available for you, Sir. And... um... your friends, should you wish."

"Good. Good." Mr. Sarun beamed. "Your wife is the highlight of my India trips, Rajesh. Such a tight pussy. Despite all the fucking we do. And that vixen can suck cock like a vacuum cleaner."

I wisely kept quiet.

"So, you just need a vacation? I am ok with that Rajesh. We don't have anything urgent going on now. I can spare you. And I give you permission to take Vidya with you. You can even fuck her. I will tell her to be generous with you."

"Er... thank you, Sir." I quickly acknowledged his graciousness in allowing my own wife to have sex with me. "Sir, there's also two other minor things, if you may."

"What is it?" Mr. Sarun made an irritated noise. "Be fast, cuckold."

"Sir." I nervously broached the subject. "There is this resort, about 2 hours away from us. I looked at the rates; it really is very expensive. I was wondering... if... somehow... you can... um... help me with the rates, Sir."

Mr. Sarun's eyes momentarily narrowed, and then he burst out laughing in a loud guffaw.

"Are you asking me for a loan, you cuckold?" He chuckled. "Are you not man enough to even pay for a vacation, despite the big salary I give you?"

"Er... no, Sir. And I don't want a loan, Sir." I pleaded. "It is still too much for me, Sir. But I am hoping you can... consider... a gift... for your loyal servant, Sir. And his wife. The lady that... is the highlight of your trip... Sir."

I had trapped him with his own words. I saw Mr. Sarun give a sly smile.

"How much is it?"

I told him the amount. Mr. Sarun thought for a moment, and then nodded.

"Alright, I will ask my secretary to make the booking for you. From tonight, you said? Four nights?"

"Er... yes, Sir."

"Since you asked so nicely, cuckold. Oh, you will tell your slut wife that SHE will be at the airport next month to greet me, AND I will expect a blowjob in the taxi."

"Er... yes, Sir."

"AND I expect her to take a video, not just a picture, of her taking a piss, and send that to me."

"Er... yes, Sir."

"Good. And what's the final thing? Make it quick, you idiot."

"Er... yes, Sir." I stammered. "Sir... last time when you were with my wife, you mentioned to her that you really don't like me fucking her in the ass, Sir."

For the third time Mr. Sarun's eyes narrowed. I wondered if I had gone too far.

"So, Sir... last night, I wanted to take her in the ass." I continued. "And my wife... told me... I have to ask your permission for it, Sir. Before she will allow it."

For the third time Mr. Sarun burst out into laughter.

"So, you... na-mard," He replied scornfully, "You are asking me for permission to fuck your own wife in her ass, is it?"

"Er... yes, Sir." I answered nervously. "Vidya was quite... strict about it, Sir. When I insisted, she slapped me quite hard, Sir... twice. And she told me to first clear it with you, Sir. So... Sir... I am asking you for permission, Sir. Please allow me, Sir, to fuck Vidya - my own wife - in the ass."

Mr. Sarun furrowed his eyebrow for a bit, and then had the cruellest of all grins on his face.

"No, Rajesh. I am not giving you permission." He stated. "I know you and Vidya will have sex when I am not there, and frankly I am ok with that... for now. She is your wife after all. But I want her ass to be mine. For the most part, I don't allow even the men I share her with to fuck her in the ass. So, of all people... you... will NOT fuck her ass. And if I heard from her that you tried, you will be punished thoroughly. Thoroughly. Do you understand, cuckold?"

"Y-y-yes, Sir. I am sorry for asking, Sir."

"Good, now I have to go. My secretary will book the resort shortly. Consider it a gift."

"Thank you so much, Sir. I remain your-"

CLICK.

Phew!

The call ended. I took off my headphone, and then picked up my cell, and called my wife.

"Hi, darling!" Vidya's cheery voice greeted me. "All done with Sirji?"

Sirji is what she called Mr. Sarun.

"Yes, my love."

"Did he pay for the resort?"

"He will, honey. His secretary is booking it. He was very magnanimous about it. Although..."

"Although... what?"

I told Vidya what Mr. Sarun had asked in return.

"He wants you to be at the airport next month to greet him," I said, "And he said he will expect a blowjob in the taxi."

I could hear Vidya laughing on the other end.

"What an idiot!" She exclaimed. "As long as he is paying for our trip."

What an idiot.

My jaw almost fell.

This was the first time in a long while I had heard my wife talk derogatively about Mr. Sarun. The man who made her cum all the time he was with her - so it was rather surprising to hear her refer to him as an 'idiot'. Still, wisely, I didn't say anything.

I was a cuckold after all. And despite everything she said, Mr. Sarun was still fucking her. And making her cum.

"He also said one thing." I reminded Vidya. "Apparently, you are supposed to send him a nude picture of you in the washroom? Now... he wants a video... of you.... Urinating."

"Ya, I forgot. Shit." I could hear Vidya swear on the other end. "OK, I will do it now. I like a spanking or two, but Mr. Sarun can be sadistic. My ass can only take so much."

That never stopped you from enjoying it, I thought to myself, but again I kept quiet.

"And did you ask him about the other thing, my love?" Vidya continued. "Did you ask for his permission to fuck me in the ass with your little peepee?"

Again, my wife giggled as she talked about my penis.

"Um... er... yes." I replied. "But... um, I don't know why you wanted me to ask that, darling. You know I rarely ask for that... um... and you never said... no."

"Shhh... dear." Vidya cooed and silenced my objections. "Don't worry about it. What did he say?"

"He said no. I am NOT to fuck you in the ass."

"Of course, he will say no." Vidya laughed again. "He is, as usual, trying to pull a power move. Don't worry, darling. I wanted him to walk away from your call with some victory. He thinks prohibiting my own husband from fucking my ass is a victory, even as he pays for our trip! Not to mention the fact that... unknown to him... some other guy is going to be fucking me. Not you."

"Er... I guess so, my love."

"And don't worry what Sirji says, my darling." Vidya softened her tone and addressed me. "Oh, my dear jaanu, my true love! My ass, my whole body, is always open to you. Always... well... except when I am with another man, of course. So... anyways, come home quick today, my love. We need to get started."

"Yes, dear."

"And don't forget to call the resort and confirm our booking when it's done. Text me immediately, so I can also let Ashish know."

"Of course." I replied. "See you soon, darling."

If you had followed our story by now, you know that Ashish was a member of the Board of Directors, and another older man who my boss sometimes shared my wife with, as a reward.

Here's the surprise - Ashish was going to be the man who was going to fuck my wife tonight in the resort. And for the next two nights, for a total of three nights.

Not me.

I wasn't going to fuck Vidya in the ass. Or anywhere. She was planning a secret tryst with Ashish and getting Mr. Sarun to pay for it. My wife was scheming something, as usual, and I was there for the ride. To serve her, and Ashish.

We were staying at the resort for four nights. For the first three of them, it would be Ashish would get to enjoy my wife. After that, Ashish would be gone, and I would have a single night with my own wife.

"I love you babe." Vidya's sweet voice was still on the line. "Drive safe."

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

I ended the call Vidya and pondered on my workload at the office. Ah, what the heck. Work can wait. I wanted to get home.

All I could think of was - a few more weeks, and the shares are ours. And then, my wife should be my own. Fully. Exclusively.

At least in theory. Knowing Vidya, and Mr. Sarun, I could only hope.

* * *

As I entered the house, I could hear my wife Vidya, and her mom Poonam, talk loudly. They were having an animated conversation in the kitchen, and I don't think they had heard me walk in. I wondered when Poonam had come. She was back at her place, her renovations finished, so she must have been visiting for lunch.

"You worry too much, Vidya." Poonam was saying to my wife. "If your husband wants you to bed other men, it's not because he doesn't care."

"Are you sure, Mama?" I heard Vidya ask - not in her usual confident and sassy voice, but one that was a bit pensive and tense.

"I am sure!" Poonam pooh-poohed her daughter. "In fact, quite the opposite! Rajesh loves you so much he puts your pleasure above all else. It doesn't mean he is not attracted to you."

"I know he loves me." Vidya repeated. "And I really love him, Mama."

"Your husband - it's a fact that he is devoted to you, and his fantasies revolve around you and your pleasure."

They were talking about our marriage, and the fact that I was a cuckold. For a moment, I revelled in the fact that Vidya was slightly insecure, and that she really, really loved me. It was important to her that I loved her back - and I really, really did. But again, for the first time in a long while, I had heard her feeling insecure.

"But, as I told you many times, Vidya," Poonam continued. "This cannot go on for ever. At some point, you must put a stop to this. You are his wife, and he is your husband. You need to start a family, and I want grand children. This... arrangement... has to stop."

"I know, Mama. I am hoping for that too."

"And it looks like jamai babu is learning a few things from those men." Poonam grinned. "He was very good last two times in bed. Still has trouble lasting long, but he is improving!"

"I know, Mama!" Vidya laughed. "I have got you to thank for that! Who knew that after years of being married to someone like me, what he needed to fuck my mother to get his mojo running!"

"Men are like that!" Poonam laughed. "And jamai babu is so polite! It's fun having him kiss and lick my ass."

I decided to enter the kitchen.

Both my mother-in-law and my wife warmly greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheeks.

"So, jamai babu." My mother-in-law grinned. "Ready to take my daughter, and your wife, away to meet her lover?"

I knew she was teasing me, so I grinned back.

"That's all I do nowadays, Mummy." I laughed. "I am a cuckold, remember?"

"Oh, you are not so bad." Poonam wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips onto mine. I kissed her back and permitted my hands to gently grope and cup her buttocks. Vidya watched us, amused, as we made out like teenagers.

"Hmm." I drew in a big breath, once we finished kissing, and turned to Vidya. "Maybe, darling, you can visit Ashish, and I can spend the time here with your Mama!"

I groped my mother-in-law's buttocks again.

Poonam kissed me a couple of times, and then promptly put in my place.

"No, jamai babu." She said, letting go of me. "You... are a cuckold. You should go with your wife. Remember, your boss Mr. Sarun should think Vidya is with you, and not with another man. No one must know that Vidya is actually meeting Ashish."

"Er... yes, of course, Mummy. I was joking."

"You are a smart man with a successful marriage." Poonam reminded me. "As far as your dick goes, you let other men take care of your wife's wants. As for the tongue, why, you are good for eating pussy daily. Vidya is kept satisfied with other men's dicks and your tongue. Wife happy, you happy."

I smiled somewhat awkwardly even as Vidya and Poonam laughed.

"Well," Poonam turned to Vidya. "I better get going. I know you want to leave as early as possible. It's a bit of a drive."

"Oh, Mummy, stay till dinner." I pleaded, as I groped her ass again, but Poonam wasn't interested.

"No, you guys head out." She answered. "I will see you in a week."

A week?

"No, four days." I corrected her. "We will be back Friday morning."

"Oh, I see." Poonam raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything else, she had clearly thought we were going for a week. She then turned back to me.

"Give me a good hug, jamai babu." She ordered. "And this time, hands above my ass."

"Er... yes, Mummy."

I wrapped my arms around her waist, but this time kept them respectfully above her ass.

Both Vidya and Poonam laughed.

"OK. You can go ahead and touch my ass, jamai babu." Poonam relented. "I know you want to."

I put my hands on her ass. It was a big ass, very meaty, bouncy, and jiggled every time she moved. I squeezed her left ass cheek. Encouraged by her, I allowed myself to grope, pinch, squeeze, pat, caress and play with Poonam's nice big ass. Finally, after a couple of minutes, my mother-in-law snapped her fingers.

"Alright jamai babu, that's enough. Hands off my ass." She grinned. "I can almost... almost... feel your hardness poking me though the front!"

It was then Vidya's turn to kiss her mother goodbye.

Once her mother left, my dear wife Vidya turned to me.

"Why don't you go upstairs and take a shower, my love?" She suggested. "I will come up and put your clothes out. We can then have a quick dinner and head out."

* * *

The shower was nice. I loved the feeling of hot water on my body and the steam and the soap. Once I was done, taking my own sweet time, I fully dried myself with the towel, and then walked out of the bathroom, dressed in nothing but a bathrobe. When I came back into the bedroom, I saw that Vidya was already sitting on the bed.

"Here, put on this shirt." She said, tossing me a nice dress shirt. "So... you don't catch a cold. We need to talk."

"Yes, my love." I took off my bathrobe, and fully conscious of my total nudity in front of my beautiful wife and put on the shirt. I then saw Vidya beckoning me with her finger.

"Come here, my darling." Vidya ordered.

"Yes, my love. Do you want me to kneel and kiss your feet?"

I always kissed her feet. Respect, obedience, devotion, submission and love - all in one simple gesture.

Vidya smiled and shook her head.

"No, my jaanu. There will be time for that later. Just come here for now."

I stood there in front of her, and Vidya nonchalantly reached out and wrapped her arms around my penis. She looked so dominant, so confident, so beautiful. I loved her. I felt so proud she was my wife. At that moment, I knew I would do anything for her.

"Are you nervous, honey?" She asked. "I know you get a little timid around my lovers, especially when it's Ashish. Him being much older and all, making me cum so much..."

"Well," I replied, trying to sound a little confident, "Don't you always tell me, my love, that it's just physical, and I have nothing to worry about in this open marriage of ours?"

I knew immediately that was the wrong thing to say, and I had managed to piss off my wife. Vidya looked at me and stopped smiling. She then stopped stroking my penis and stood up. Swiftly her right hand wrapped around my left ear, and she gave it a firm twist.

"Let... me... spell it for you... baby." Vidya whispered to me as she firmly twisted my ear. "We are not in an open marriage, darling. We are not swingers. I... am the one fucking other people."

I said nothing as Vidya puled my ear firmly.

"You... are just a cuckold." She repeated.

"Yes, er... I know... my love."

Vidya kept holding my ear in a vice like grip.

"Just because I shared you with my mother... doesn't... mean... ANYTHING!!! I will always share you with my mother. But NO OTHER WOMAN! You are mine. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, darling."

"Good." Vidya finally let go of my ear, and then slapped me twice, firmly.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Do you know what those slaps were for, darling?" She asked me.

"Er... no, my love."

SLAP!

SLAP!

"It's because you said the word 'open marriage'. It's because I don't want you getting any wild ideas. My mother and I are the ONLY ladies you will ever get to fuck. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my love."

SLAP!

SLAP!

Vidya slapped me twice more for using the phrase "open marriage", and then she sat down and resumed stroking my penis, which had now sprung fully into life.

"You are mine." Vidya declared. "I will never allow any other lady to come into our life."

Even though I knew I had fully deserved those slaps, and I was a little embarrassed to be punished thus, I also felt a small sense of pride in how Vidya was possessive, and jealously guarding, of me. For some time, I remained quiet, as Vidya continued to play with my manhood. Then I felt I had to say something.

"My dear," I finally asked something that was on my mind. "With these men... Ashish... Balachandra... Mr. Sarun... Have you ever thought of using condoms?"

"Why? I want them to fill me up with their cum." Vidya looked up, surprised. "Besides, you know I am on the pill. So... I can't get pregnant. And they are so much older."

"Still," I mumbled, even as Vidya continued to stroke me. "It will be safer. Even if they are older. And perhaps not as virile."

Vidya didn't say anything, even as she continued to rub me.

"I guess Ashish is the oldest, so it's ok." I conceded.

"He always cums a lot." Vidya spoke up. "I can feel him squirting and squirting when he climaxes."

I didn't say anything, but let her continue, even as she carried on stroking me.

"He loves to ALWAYS cum inside me." Vidya commented. "Uncle doesn't like to cum on my tits or face. He wants to finish inside me. Sirji likes to spank me, slap me... and often cums on my face or my ass. Sometimes my tits. Not Uncle. He is just interested in sex. Good and plain old sex. Missionary style. But he does it so well!"

'Uncle' was of course Ashish. Ashish had a weird fetish where he wanted Vidya to call him Uncle, while he called her 'beti', which meant daughter or niece.

"There will be no condoms, darling." Vidya decided. "I want Ashish's sperm. I want him to fill me up. Do you understand?"

"Er... yes, dear."

Vidya must have noticed the worried look on my face. She leaned over and patted my cheek.

"Rajesh, honey! You don't ever have to worry about losing me to anyone... let alone Ashish! Babe, you're the love of my life. When I play around with other guys it's just physical. You know that, don't you? You are the only man that has my heart."

I nodded.

"Vidya," I asked. "Why are we meeting Ashish in secret? I mean... why did you say yes when he wanted this little tryst to be kept a secret from Mr. Sarun? Is there something I am not getting?"

Vidya looked up at me again. Her eyes were shining mischievously.

"Wow honey. You are hard!" She commented. "I have not seen you this turned on in a while! You are asking all these questions, but I guess your little penis is ok with driving me over to see him? To fuck him?"

"Er..." I knew she was right. "I know Ashish makes you happy. And that makes me happy, darling. I am a cuckold, my love."

"That you are, jaanu." Vidya laughed. "And it's date night for me, so you get to do all the things a cuckold likes to do on a hot wife's date night!"

I remained quiet, as Vidya continued to speak, all the time stroking my cock.

"When we get to the hotel, you will shave my pussy before I take a shower." Vidya said. "I know Uncle likes a woman who doesn't shave down there, and he likes me to come to him before taking a bath, but I have certain standards, you know!"

"Yes, dear."

"Then you will pick my lingerie and my dress." Vidya continued. "There's a few things Uncle gifted me, and I will pack them, so you can select which one I should wear. When he gets there, you need to be properly obedient, and an attentive servant. Ask him if he wants a drink, for example. In short, be the cuck that you are."

"Yes, my love."

"Afterwards, we may need you for cleaning duties." Vidya grinned. "I definitely will need my cum filled pussy to be wiped a few times. And for the next three days, you may have to be doing these many times. Will you be a good little boy and a good hard-working cuckold, my love?"

I nodded. Vidya gave a little smile, and then rubbed the tip of my rock-hard penis.

"Wow, honey. You are really turned on." Vidya smirked. "Whenever I talk about my pussy belonging to Ashish, you get so hard! Are you looking forward to this trip, honey?"

"Er... I guess so."

Vidya rubbed my rock-hard penis again.

"Do you need a hand job, honey?" She asked. "You are a good little man, and I love you. Do you need to cum?"

"Er... yes, please. Thank you, dear."

"Actually... forget the hand job. I will do one better." Vidya chuckled. "Let me give you one for the road."

Vidya got up from the bed and then knelt down on the floor in front of me. She grabbed hold of my manhood and rubbed the tip of my prick over her eyes, nose and lips before placing it in her mouth.

"Oh, Vidya!" I groaned.

My wife's eyes widened as she took my cock in her mouth. She gently held my manhood as her lips engulfed around it, and she continued to knead my balls. I start to gently fuck her face, gradually picking up steam. After a bit, Vidya gently let go and my dick plopped out.

Vidya then grabbed on to the base of my cock with one hand and she started to rub my balls with the other. She stroked me again, and I felt my dick get even bigger. Once more I inserted it into her mouth. She started sucking on my penis as hard as she could while moving her head back and forth. With each thrust, my dick was able to get a little farther into her mouth. I knew I would cum any time now.

"Oh, Vidya." I moaned again as she continued to suck me. The irony was not lost on me. Usually during sex, my wife took the name of her lovers, while I took her name.

"Oh, Vidya!"

In less than four minutes, I shot a big load of sperm into my wife's inviting mouth. It seemed to be a lot of cum! Her furious sucking cleaned out the last milky white drop and she let all of it go down her throat.

"Oh, my love!" I collapsed on the bed, fully spent. Vidya licked her lips and grinned at me as she stood up.

"Did you notice one thing, darling?" Vidya commented, as she adjusted her sari. "You lasted ten minutes without ejaculating as I continued to rub your dick. Even as we talked about Uncle. And then... now... I was giving you a blowjob, you lasted a whole three to four minutes!"

"Oh... is that a good thing, babe?"

"Of course." Vidya laughed. "You have improved yourself as a lover tremendously in the last few months. Even Mama said so! She is training you well... something clearly I couldn't do."

"Maybe, very soon," I said, somewhat hopefully, "I will be so good that you won't need other men!"

Vidya laughed.

"I really love you, darling, but do you really think you could give me the sort of earth-shattering orgasms I have with Uncle, for example?"

"Er... I guess not, babydoll."

"I know... it's a pity. You must accept that I must sleep with other men to get satisfied.... Now get dressed, we must get going."

As Vidya left the room, and I got dressed, I realized she hadn't really answered any of my questions I had asked about tonight. As in... why are we meeting Ashish secretly?

* * *

The resort was a good three hours drive away from Pune. We would reach there around 1030 pm, at night. The distance wasn't far, but the roads weren't that great, and you couldn't really drive at high speed on them, unlike the roads to Navi, Mumbai from Pune. I had to constantly keep my eyes on the road, and watch for other vehicles straying into our path, along with the usual crowd of peddlers, cows and even the odd monkey.

For the first hour, we drove in almost complete silence, each of us wrapped in our own thoughts. After some time, I felt Vidya stroking my shoulder as I worked the stick shift.

"You are not saying much, darling." She cooed. "What's on your mind, jaanu?"

Vidya continued to stroke my shoulder. My wife had a unique talent with her fingers. She knew when to touch someone, where and how. It was a very sensual skill to have for a woman.

"Oh, nothing much, my love." I replied. "I am... just wondering... why... all of a sudden... we are meeting Ashish."

"My beloved." She didn't directly answer my question. "Do you remember how this all started?"

"Um... this?"

"You know... this lifestyle of ours, jaanu." Vidya giggled. "Where you drive me three hours away so I - your wife - can get fucked by another man... while you - my husband - can watch this other man dump his cum inside my body."

"Oh." For a sudden I thought back about Gaurav, the first man to cuckold me. And how, it had been Vidya's suggestion, not mine.

"Yes, my dear." I nodded. "I remember. Gaurav. What was it... three years ago?"

"Yes. Three years ago. Gaurav - the first man I cheated on you with."

"Yes, my love."

"You knew I was no virgin when I married you, honey." Vidya reminded me. "You know how much of a slut I was. But... my love... when I married you, I fully intended to keep my vows. I never wanted to cheat on you. I never imagined I would become this... a cock slave girl."

Is it really cheating if you are fucking someone WITH my consent, I thought. I didn't say anything, however, but waited for my wife to continue.

"When the Gaurav situation happened," Vidya recalled. "I remember... I really thought it would be so hard to make love to another man, other than you, my husband. Yes... I knew we needed to do it... at that time... for your job and all. I remember telling myself it was just this one time. And I really thought I would find it difficult to do it with Gaurav. To let him fuck me. I love you SOOOOO MUCH! But, you know, honey, I will admit, as soon as I took out his huge cock from his pants, suddenly... cheating on you... it was... as if... it was the most natural thing in the world for me to do!"

I cast a quick glance sideways at my wife. Even though Vidya's one arm was on my shoulder, the other was now slowly going between her legs. She was gently rubbing herself.

"When I gave him that first blowjob... the feeling of his cock, pulsating in my mouth. It made my pussy so wet, darling! And he was so excited too! I knew I had to swallow... otherwise I was going to gag on his cum - there was so much!" Vidya said. "It's pretty hot. I still get wet when I just think about it. That first time."

For a while there was silence as I drove. None of us spoke. I remembered how Vidya had initially justified that affair.

"This is our only way out." She had told me. "Nothing else will work, and you know it. I am your wife, and our family's welfare is my concern. For the sake of our family, it is my duty to pleasure your boss."

I remember agreeing with her. It didn't help that we had been fucking while she had laid out her plan. A man will agree to anything to be allowed to cum.

"Please don't think I am doing this willingly." Vidya had told me, even as I had started to fuck her in earnest. "You know I would rather be faithful to you, my pet. After a long time, I will be seeing, and feeling, another big cock inside me. After a long time, another man will use me as his cum dump. You will watch helplessly while another man violates your wife. And I will have no control of how Gaurav wants to take me. He may rape my pussy or cum in my mouth, or he may decide he wants to drill my ass. I have to serve him in whatever way he wants for our plan to succeed."

She was right. I had to helplessly watch, out of sight, as my then boss had first seduced, then made out with, and finally fucked my wife repeatedly in my own house. Gaurav has sent me on a project away in another part of the country, just so he could have my wife completely to himself for those days.

Vidya and my boss were like a newly married couple. She would wake him up every morning with a blowjob. Gaurav had ordered Vidya to remain completely naked around the house while he was there. My wife would carry out her daily tasks, in the buff, completely uninhibited, shamelessly flaunting her gyrating buttocks or her big, pendulous breasts at my boss while he sported a permanent hard on. When he was not hugging her or kissing her or fucking her, Gaurav continuously would make fun of me and Vidya would join in the laughter.

Gaurav seemed to have a particular fascination with her ass. He fucked her doggy style often. I remembered being awake in my hotel room, watching the camera app, listening to Gaurav and my wife having the time of their lives. She moaned and groaned and grunted and sighed and screamed in pleasure, time after time after time. It seemed there was no room in our house they did not have sex in.

I could hear Vidya's deep breath as she slowly calmed down from that memory. My eyes remained focused on the road.

"I was faithful to you for a while after that." Vidya giggled. "And then you put Ramu on me."

"I... put?" I couldn't help by give a snort of indignation.

"Oh yes, my love." Vidya smiled. "Don't you remember! Our third anniversary was coming up. I think it was... what... six months or so... after Gaurav. We were watching one of those videos we had taken of him."

... One of those videos...

Suddenly Vidya stopped speaking and looked at me. Her eyebrows were raised, and she had a curious look on her face.

"Yes, the videos." I answered nonchalantly. "What about it?"

"Um... we were watching one video." Vidya replied, after staying silent for a while. "After we watched Gaurav fuck me on the screen, I had you fuck me in the bed. And then you said, something like, 'The way he used you, and ripped you apart with his huge prick, and you begged for more; I loved watching that part'. If I remember right."

"That does sound like something I would say." I admitted. "I am a cuckold, after all."

"Well, at that time it had just been Gaurav." Vidya responded. "And when you said that, then I had teased you, saying 'Darling, he... meaning Gaurav... used your wife like a real man - something you can never do. It's bound to turn someone like you on.' Do you remember?"

"Yes... I think that's what you had said." I nodded, while keeping my eye on the road. "I remember you saying that."

"And then... that was when," Vidya interjected. "That's when... YOU said to me... your own wife... you said, 'I would love to watch you again with someone'. I distinctly remember that."

"I would love to watch you again with someone." That whole phrase had changed my life.

Yes, I remember that too, although I wasn't going to admit it. So Vidya was right. While Gaurav had been a one off, it was ME who gave the idea that this could be our new lifestyle.

Me.

"And that was when Ramu entered our lives." I conceded.

"Yes." Vidya giggled again. "It was fun with him, was it not? Most of the time you would be in the closet while he fucked me. You were watching me while I was screaming another man's name, and an intense orgasm ripping through my body... it was so hot."

"He was a good lover." I had to agree. "And those days were fun."

"He was a real low-class man." Vidya laughed. "That's what made the situation so much fun. This milkman was so thrilled to have access to me - a high class gori memsaab, and he found interesting ways to fuck me. Trying out ALL of his fantasies with me! I remember this one time... him bending me over the edge of the bed, pounding me from behind. He was turned a little to the side, grabbing my one ass cheek and just pounding me good. O boy... was I begging for him to cum!"

"He was a strong man." I commented. "All that physical hard work."

"Yes. A hard working dark skinned stud with washboard abs." Vidya giggled. "And he used to call me all types of names. I remember 'vyabhichaarinee' - a loose woman!"

"That affair lasted for some time." I remembered. "Until he had to go back to his village or something, right. He used to fuck you every day. He would make detours from his route just to cum inside you."

"He used to say my mouth and pussy are amazing." Vidya chuckled. "Apparently, I was the first woman to suck him off that good... and he would shoot his load deep down my throat. He was a heavy cummer. He was a good fuck. Even though he used to get physical at times. Some tight slaps he used to give me!"

Vidya was right. I remembered this one time Ramu had proceeded to fuck my wife's ass hard and fast as if he had a train to catch. He had grabbed Vidya's hips with either hand and pulled her closer to him, thrusting deeply into her. Vidya had been crying out with what could only be the cries of pain combined with unbelievable pleasure. With each thrust, Ramu used to slap her ass and they jiggled with the blow.

I remember the moment of ejaculation. Ramu had suddenly gone stiff and let out a primal howl as he started to cum in her rear tunnel. When he was finally through, Ramu pulled out and rolled onto his side, leaving a trail of semen across my wife's caboose.

"Vidya, madam, I am leaving. I still have to visit a few more houses to deliver milk." He had announced.

"Yes. Yes." Vidya was still moaning, her eyes shut, cum oozing out of her every orifice. It was a wild scene. "When will you come tomorrow again, Ramu?"

That was when he had slapped her.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Ramu had sharply slapped my wife a couple of times.

"I will come when I will come." Ramu had replied as he started to put his clothes back on. "You will remain home all day to wait for me."

"Yes, Ramu."" Vidya was still lying on the bed, her hand rubbing her crotch area. "I am your rakhel. I will be ready for you all day."

That was Ramu.

A fox suddenly came on the road, and I blasted the horn. It escaped back into the woods and we continued on driving.

"Do you know where he is now, Vidya?" I asked her. "Ramu?"

"Not really." Vidya shook her head. "The last text I have from him was months ago. He got married over a year ago... I think... has a kid too. I haven't spoken with him... for months."

Again, there was silence for a bit, before Vidya brought up an uncomfortable topic.

"Darling, let me ask you something." Her tone suddenly got serious. "I just realized this as we were talking about Gaurav's videos. Those cameras... you never really took them out, did you? They are still there?"

I sighed. I knew someday this would come up. Finally, after all this time, Vidya realized that I had never removed those cameras.

"Yes, my love, they are still there." I admitted. "Not only are they there, but I have also upgraded both the hardware and the software and moved the storage to the cloud."

"Oh." Vidya seemed to stare out at the road. I realized her hand was no longer on my shoulder. "Then, my love... you know... everything."

Again, I sighed. And then I nodded.

"Yes, darling. I have seen all the videos."

"So..." Vidya continued. "You knew about Balachandraji... before I told you about him."

"Yes. Some time after Ramu, I suspected you were having an affair for a while, so I checked. And then I saw the cameras."

"Makes sense." Vidya nodded, almost to herself. "And you must have seen that guard Wasim... and Ramu. And their friends. Gangbanging me."

I didn't say anything but nodded. It was now clear to Vidya that I knew everything.

"I remember that gangbang vividly." Vidya spoke, almost to herself. "Ramu. Wasim. The other guard Feroz. Jeet - the guy who runs the dhaba down the street. And Mithun - that garage mechanic. Wasim really bossed me that night. He slapped me in front of them - and I was so humiliated, my face flush with embarrassment. I was treated like some bazaari aurat, a woman of the street. They all fucked every hole of me that night, and then for the next two nights. For those three days, I was used... and abused... I was at their beck and call."

Once again, we continued to drive on in silence, before I spoke.

"I saw how Wasim... and Feroz. How they treated you after." I told my wife. "You never said anything, and I thought you liked it... so I didn't do anything either."

I mean, my wife was getting regularly banged by a few low-class dirty labourers, but somehow that wasn't my concern. Strange marriage, ours.

Vidya remained silent for a bit, before concurring.

"I guess the fault is mine." She confessed. "At first it was thrilling. Wasim stopped by from time to time when you were at work, just for a quick fuck, sometimes accompanied by his friends. Ramu managed to bang me whenever he was in town. I was happy, but then Wasim became a bit too much to handle. Too rough. I mean I like a little BDSM, but not that much. And he began to get brazen."

I said nothing, as Vidya continued.

"He used to tell me, 'When your husband's away, you are my little bitch'. And he treated me like one. He would fuck me in the living room but leaving the main door open, so anyone could walk in. Every time he would slap me, he would taunt me. Do you like it memsaab, he would ask. A high class gori memsaab like you being slapped like a fifty rupee whore, and by a low class worker like me? Do you like it, Vidya? And I had no choice but to take the slaps and beg for more. He had videos of me... videos where I was sucking their dicks. Videos of me on all fours, taking it in my gaand. Of me being passed around, from dick to dick. So I had no choice."

"Vidya." This is where I became a little serious. "You know when we started all this... I just had one condition. Be discreet. And... you have failed in that regard, jaan."

"I know, I know, jaanu." Vidya was apologetic. "I guess... sometimes... I got a little careless... and carried away. And Wasim took full advantage. He would fuck me against the window, and any one walking on the street could see that I was getting taken from behind. Finally... that one time... he crossed the limit. I had to take Balachandraji's help to get Wasim fired."

"Yes. I know that."

Wasim and his friend Feroz had been in our house. Wasim was angry that Vidya wasn't wearing a yellow sari. So, he had Feroz strip my wife naked, leaving only the panties on. After that, Vidya was made to go down on the floor on all fours, on her haunches, with her big butt in the air. Wasim had then pulled her panties down, exposing her buttocks, and then taken off his belt.

For the next ten minutes Vidya was lashed mercilessly with his belt until her buttocks were covered with red crimson welts. Then she was paraded naked to one of the construction workers at the door, before she was punished again. Wasim had made her get on the couch, bent over on the sofa, buttocks out waving in the air, her hands on the cushion. Once again, he had unbuckled his belt and made a strap.

Once again for the next ten minutes she was lashed powerfully with the belt, before Wasim cruelly fucked her in the cunt, before fucking her again missionary style. When Wasim finally climaxed inside my wife, he made sure to pummel his cock deep into her and stay buried inside her for a long time. He wanted to, as he quoted, "give his sperm enough time to fertilize her Hindu belly".

Wasim had gotten up, but had ordered Vidya to remain on the sofa, legs spread apart. He watched cruelly his spunk drip down her thighs and fall on her floor. Finally, after a minute, Vidya was allowed to sit up. She did so, groggily. In spite of getting an ass whupping, my wife had cum thrice in that fifteen minutes.

Unbeknown to Wasim, that was the last time he would fuck my wife.

"That was a dark chapter in our married life." I said. "But then... no Wasim... no anyone... for quite a while."

Vidya nodded, and then smiled.

"And then... after that brief break... of course, I... your wife... became your boss Mr. Sarun's whore. And both of us are now his slaves."

Again, we drove on for silence, before I brought up another uncomfortable topic.

"Vidya." I spoke in a grave tone. "Shall we talk about the pool construction?"

This time it was my wife who sighed.

"I was wondering when you would bring it up." She said. "Not only Jawed and Asghar, but those labourers. How they had their way with me in the pool outhouse. And then the way they... fucked me... again... and again... and again... inside the house. I am like a birthday cake. Everyone gets a piece of me."

"That was the first time I thought of calling the police." I said. "They were raping you."

It had started at the pool outhouse. The small shed by the pool had a bed inside it, and my wife had been waiting there. One by one, each of the construction workers had entered that poolhouse, and then proceeded to roughly, thoroughly, fuck my wife. Each man had fucked her like a prized hussy - slapping her, taming her, pinching her, groping and fondling her all over, before cumming deep inside her married pussy.

One by one, all eight men had enjoyed the lady of the house. But they weren't done.

From the pool they had all carried my wife inside the house, where she was taken to the bedroom and tied to the bed. And then what followed was an hour of debauchery as 8 men took turns roughly gangbanging my wife on our bed, attacking each of her orifices. Or should I say, gangraping my wife.

"It was rape... at first." Vidya admitted. "But... then it wasn't."

She laughed.

"I think I have a problem, my jaanu." She giggled. "When those pool labourers were raping me... all I could think of was... three big dicks inside me all the time, and still I wanted more. I am now a spoiled wife, my dear husband. Remember when we first discussed this lifestyle. Do you remember what I had said back then? It won't be easy for you, and I will have a lot of fun fulfilling this fantasy of yours."

I nodded. I remembered having that conversation... or something like it.

"I still have the contact numbers for Jawed and Asghar." Vidya admitted. "Do you know they wanted to take me... as a gift... to some gunda... some gangster... called Sachin bhai? Sachin would fuck me, and in return Jawed and Asghar would get some construction contracts."

"What happened with that?" I asked.

"I said no, of course." Vidya replied. "I like being a slut, that's a gangster! And besides... my mother is on my case now. She wants us to... become... normal."

"And?" I turned to her for a brief moment. "What do you think?"

Vidya took her time before replying.

"Soon, baby." Vidya sighed. "Soon, I promise. Let's get those shares first. With Mr. Sarun now seriously wanting to impregnate me, we have enough to worry for now."

"What's going to happen with that?" I asked her. "I think Mr. Sarun is serious about breeding you. He really wants you to bear his child."

Again, Vidya took her time before replying.

"I think... we will have to... string him along. I am thinking of saying yes to him. Even after we get the shares. By the time he figures out... I am hoping we can be rid of him from our lives."

For some time, we drove on quietly, before my wife spoke again.

"Now you want to know why we are meeting Ashish." Finally Vidya brought the conversation back to my original question. "First, I think... he may be a solution to our Sarun dilemma. I have a feeling Ashish may provide a way out for us. And second... in a way, you can chalk it to me being a slut, my love."

"Er... I don't understand."

"I am a slut for Ashish, my love. I want to squeeze your hand while I orgasm with him. I want you to watch each and every thrust and hear the sounds of my wet pussy as you stand next to me while he fucks me." Vidya continued. "Tell me something, jaanu. Do you always think of someone else fucking me when you jerk off, babe?"

I thought for a bit, and then nodded.

"Most of the time, dear."

"I know." Vidya giggled. "OK, that was a carnal answer. The real answer, jaanu, is the first one. I really think that Ashish might just hold the ticket for us to... escape from the clutches of Mr. Sarun. I know that time - that year I agreed to be his whore - is almost up. But you know Mr. Sarun, he won't give me up that easily. Ashish... he is my backup plan. This little meeting with him... let's take it one step at a time, my love. Trust me."

Trust me. That was where Vidya had a hold me. I had to trust her. I had no choice.

"Vidya." I asked. "Tell me... between Balachandra, Mr. Sarun, and now Ashish. Who do you enjoy the most?"

Vidya thought for a while before replying.

"Each man is different, my love. Balachandraji buries his cock balls deep inside me. I think if I were to rank, he is the best sex I ever had."

... he is the best sex I ever had...

"When you watch me with him, you can always tell by the sounds I make." Vidya continued. "With Mr. Sarun, it's mostly about power and submission. Of the three, he has the largest cock, and he is the richest, and he is the most powerful. He makes me want to submit to him. Whenever he fucks me, you will see me eagerly thrust my hips down on his huge cock. He makes me so wet that he can slide all the way inside me with ease."

"And... Ashish?"

Once more Vidya stroked my shoulder.

"Ashish... uncle... is different, my love." She said. "For him, you will see that I completely spread my legs wide. I have surrendered to him totally. We kiss with passion, and he doesn't fuck me. He makes love to me."

"I... I don't understand Ashish." I admitted. "He is not as fit as Balachandra. He is not as big as Mr. Sarun. Yet..."

"He pleasures me in a way the other two can't. In a way even you cannot, honey." Vidya confessed. "My body responds naturally to him. I have so many orgasms with him... they blend into one continuous orgasm. With him, I am in a constant state of erotic bliss. When he cums, he produces so much... I have no choice, my love. I think... what I have with him... Ashish... is an emotional connection. A mental... sync. So, if I had to... rate... I actually would rate Ashish the highest."

"Is that what you love most about him?" I asked.

Vidya's eyes sparked.

"Sometimes when he fucks me, I think about how much I will miss this once I stop seeing him."

"Hmm." Somehow that answer didn't reassure me.

Vidya saw my discomfort and stroked my arm.

"Don't worry, my jaanu. You are my husband, and you are my true love. Trust me."

Yes, no choice. I must trust you, Vidya.

* * *

Our hotel room - or rather, our hotel suite - was nicely decorated. There were fresh flowers everywhere, and it was huge. There were two massive rooms - and each room had a giant bathroom with a jacuzzi. There was a common kitchenette and a common living room. There were three huge pools on the resort grounds, and the beach wasn't far away. On site was also tennis, badminton, ping pong, and couple of other amenities. Not to mention, all inclusive food all you can eat and drinks, and room service was complimentary.

I had shaved my wife's pussy, as she had wanted. I had read that every slut wife is different, but they all require some service of their cuckold husbands that might be demeaning to other men. But as a cuckold, let me tell you that we are a different breed of men. I, for example, adapt to whatever role my wife desires for us.

And when Vidya grins down at me and offers verbal encouragement while I am doing that task... like shaving her pussy? That is heaven to a man like me.

After my 'task', I went to shower again. I always showered after a road trip. While the drive had been tiring, I also felt refreshed, in a way. It was nice to talk about our life, just the two of us. From Vidya's words, and her idea of Ashish being a way to get out of Mr. Sarun's grasp, I finally had the feeling that Vidya was tiring of this lifestyle. Perhaps... maybe... soon it will just be the two of us again.

I had to trust Vidya. Meanwhile I was here in this suite, waiting for my wife's lover. Of course, I had taken the smaller of the two giant rooms, and Vidya took the main master bedroom. After some time, I heard her call for me.

"Darling?" She said as I entered the master bedroom. I realized she was still in the bathroom. "Can you pick out some clothes for me to wear? I realized I will need a little more time in the bathroom, before finishing my bath."

"Yes, my love." I opened her small carryon and started to go through her clothes.

Picking a sari and blouse and petticoat wasn't too difficult, but this time I wasn't picking a sari or a blouse. I was going through her underwear and picking out which ones would right for her to wear for Ashish! I had to choose which bra she will wear, which panties she will wear, as she meets the guy who will take them off her. In the end, I chose a very sexy black nightdress, and matching light blue silk panties and bra, and laid them out on the bed.

"Nice choice. I think Uncle will like these," I heard Vidya say. She had just emerged from the bathroom, and she was grinning. "I'll be sure to tell Ashish that you chose them."

Soon she was dressed in that very sexy black nightdress.

"Am I looking great, honey?" She asked, as we waited for Ashish.

"Oh, you are looking divine, my love." I was honest. "Any man would be lucky to have you. And I am lucky to be your husband."

"And I am so happy to be your wife." Vidya replied with a twinkle in her eye. "Especially on occasions like this!"

We both laughed (I did a little nervously) as we glanced at the clock on the wall. Ashish should be here soon. He had been staying at a hotel about thirty minutes away, where his conference was.

"When Uncle is here," Vidya instructed me, "Please, please, be extra respectful. And be extra submissive. Remember he is an older man, so you should praise him and say 'My wife deserves better than me. She deserves you, Sir.' Give him lots of encouragement and show how much of a servant you are to him. To us. Make him feel good and pump up his ego. Show how committed you are to being a mere cuckold while he is the big boss man."

"Was there any doubt?" I asked. "I am here serving both of you, and he is here, being the big boss man, fucking my wife in my hotel room in front of me, isn't he?"

That came out a little too strong. Vidya shook her head.

"No. No. Uncle is not like Sirji." She warned. "Sirji's whole nature is built on masculinity, on conquest, on dominance. He loves to dominate me... and you. Whereas... Uncle... he loves being with me. I daresay, babe, that in his own way, he is actually in love with me."

"Oh." My face must have betrayed how I felt, because Vidya immediately started to soothe me.

"Don't worry, babe." She said. "I... I like him. I can only love you. Trust me! YOU KNOW IT! And I know he knows it. But as long as you are a cuckold, there's nothing wrong with just him loving me, and being in love with me, is there?"

I didn't have time to answer this complicated question because suddenly there was a firm knock on the door.

Ashish was here, on time. He was dressed, as usual, in his very expensive silk shirt and an equally expensive looking dhoti. He still had his white handle bar moustache, but he was now growing a full beard, and that was equally white as well. After all, the man was a senior citizen, somewhere between 65 and 70 years old. Not to mention... fat.

However, more prominent than his big paunch was the huge bulge in his dhoti as I opened the door and greeted him. Clearly he... and his giant cock... was anticipating this meeting with my sexy wife.

"Welcome, Sir."

Ashish had a smile on his face as I took his carry on. I couldn't really blame him. That cocky smile of his clearly communicated to me that he dicked my wife down good every time he was with her. He knew I was a cuck, and he was the bull, and soon my wife would be his, and taking his name. He had that triumphant grin as he entered.

"How are you, cuckold?" Ashish made the perfunctory greeting. "All is well?"

"I am good, Sir." I answered, as I closed the door after he got in. All these men - the members of the Board who knew of my situation - nowadays addressed me as cuckold. "My wife Vidya is in the main bedroom, Sir. Waiting for you."

"Good. Anticipating the return of a real man into her bed, no doubt." Ashish laughed. "I am going to have some fun for these three nights, Rajesh. I am going to show your slut wife what a real man can do to her. And you can have her after that, if she wants you. I know she might give you a nice pity fuck."

"Thank you, Sir." I meekly nodded. "Thank you for making my wife happy, and keeping her satisfied. It also helps my married life, Sir."

"You talk too much!" Ashish made an expression with his face showing how disgusted he was to be in my presence. "Now move! Let me go to my woman. My slut. My beti."

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

I stepped aside, and then followed him meekly as he walked towards the master bedroom to conquer my wife and make her his.

The two did not squander any time. Ashish had a limited amount of time to spend with Vidya and he wasn't going to waste a second of it.

"You are wearing the dress I got you, beti!" Ashish remarked, as he hugged my wife tightly and kissed her flush on the lips. "Do you like this dress, beti?"

"Yes, Uncle. I love it Uncle! Do you like the way I look?"

"O beti, I love it! Thank you for taking the effort."

"I hope you still find me sexy, Uncle!"

"Oh, beti! I have fucked a few high end sluts in my life. None can hold a candle to you, beti!"

The two had already started to make out like teenagers. My young, hot and sexy wife, and this man old enough to be her grandfather, which a white beard and all. It was both erotic, humiliating, and repulsive at the same time.

"My hubby has made me ready for you, uncle. He selected this dress for me to wear!"

"Is that so, beti? He has helped you get ready to be fucked by me?"

"Oh yes, Uncle. Rajesh also said he wants to see you pump me full of your cum."

Ashish laughed and turned to look at me.

"Is that right, cuckold?"

Damn! Ashish seemed to come on a little stronger than usual. He must be picking up lessons from Mr. Sarun! Very quickly, I remembered what Vidya had said.

"Yes, Sir." I answered. "I am so happy for my wife. My wife deserves so much better than me. She deserves a real man... a proper man... like you, Sir. I... just want to... see..."

"Cuckold." Ashish looked scornfully at me. The bulge in his expensive dhoti was now very prominent. "Do you know what a cuckold is, Rajesh?"

"Er... yes, Sir."

I could hear Vidya giggle as Ashish continued to mock me.

"What is it?" Ashish asked again. "What is a cuckold? Give me the definition. And be prompt, you idiot!"

"Er... yes, Sir." Like I had done many times, I recited by rote, "Cuckold: A man with an unfaithful wife."

Ashish then turned fully to look at me, with disdain.

"Get naked, cuckold. I want you to strip. A man like you does not deserve to wear clothes in my presence. You are to be an object of humiliation and scorn. You will remain naked while I am here."

"Oh." For a second I was surprised. Ashish looked a little bit angry.

"Why are you not stripping already? Didn't I give an order, you IDIOT!"

"Oh, I am sorry, Sir."

My wife gave a little giggle as I apologized. She was now used to seeing her lovers scold and berate me in her presence. Humbled, humiliated, helpless, I began to undress myself. Moments later, my pants, shirt and underwear were all folded and kept in one corner, and I stood there, fully nude, as the lovers looked disdainfully at me.

"Look at that tiny, tiny, penis." Ashish mocked. "No wonder I am here."

"It is rather insignificant... next to yours, Uncle." My wife agreed. "I am so glad you are here, Uncle. Otherwise... three nights with that... ugh!"

I stood there, mortified and ashamed, blushing with embarrassment as Vidya joined Ashish in laughing loudly at my predicament.

"Rajesh." Ashish said. "I know I have a big paunch, but I also have a big dick. I know how to use it. You on the other hand... you only have a huge beer gut. It has got to go. You need to put in some effort for your beautiful and lovely wife."

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

"Next time, I may not even want you in the room, at all, when I am fucking your wife. Or even in the house... you disgust me. So... work out and get fit. Or you will have to get out... and STAY OUT."

"Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir. I will do my best, Sir."

Ashish turned back to kissing Vidya on her lips. The two sucked on each other while he mauled her tits. I stood there awkwardly, naked, watching them. At least I was allowed to watch my own wife... for now. Lately Mr. Sarun had been very strict - I was not allowed to watch or look at Vidya when he was with her. I had to keep my eyes down and not look at her nudity, or else I would be punished.

"Oh beti," Ashish gushed, as he groped my wife's big breasts. "You have some huge ones."

Vidya smiled.

"Uncle!" She replied shyly. "And you have a big something I like too, Uncle! Unlike my husband over here!"

Ashish turned back to me.

"Rajesh." He barked. "Feel free to play a bit to get yourself aroused. Maybe your wife can show you a bit of a boob to help you along."

Very gently, without undressing my wife at all, Ashish expertly raised enough of her blouse and bra so that a nipple peeked out from underneath. It also demonstrated how fully this old man - a senior citizen - was in command of the situation, and my young wife.

"Hon." Vidya giggled. "I think it's time to stand and stroke that little cock of yours, and watch me while I fuck a real one!"

In spite of those humiliating words, I started to rub myself. In a few moments, I had my diminutive phallus fully erect.

Ashish stopped kissing my wife, turned to looked at me, and laughed.

"You see, cuckold? Is that all you can do? The largest you can get? I can do more damage to Vidya while I'm still soft. Not to mention, I'm way thicker too. My cock is what your wife needs to be able to orgasm with her man inside her. These three days, you will see my manhood inside her... again and again."

"Er... yes, Sir."

Vidya had put a hand to her mouth, muffling a guffaw at her my expense. She was really enjoying my humiliation... a little too much, I thought.

"When I fuck your wife," Ashish said, "It's an erotic experience not just for her, but for you too, cuckold. You see a side of your wife you rarely see at home - a wanton, sexual being, free from her normal boring housewife life. I will fuck her multiple times, she will have many, many orgasms, and all the time ALL you will do is jerk off your pathetic penis."

"Er... yes, Sir."

Ashish and Vidya resumed kissing. I watched them go at it passionately, his tongue in her mouth. After some time, they withdrew for air, and then Vidya turned to me.

"My dear, you were asking me why him." She said with a smile. "Look at him! It's not just sex. It's an emotional release of a different scale. He romances me, seduces me, and treats me like a sexual goddess. I am so comfortable being intimate with him."

"Yes, my love. I understand. I will watch and try to learn."

By now, Ashish had enough of me.

"You will do no such thing now, cuckold!" He thundered. "Leave the room now. You will stand outside the door. Leave the door only very slightly open so you can hear, and maybe see. But I want Vidya to myself for now."

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

"If you so far as set foot in the room without my permission, I will throw you out of this suite."

"Er... yes, Sir. I understand, Sir."

"And remember, you are to be fully naked ALL THE TIME until I leave in three days."

"Er... yes, Sir."

"If you are a good servant, maybe I will let you watch inside the room... later. As I fuck YOUR wife."

"Er... yes, Sir. Thank you so much, Sir." I humbly thanked him, and then added, as per Vidya's instructions, "I request you to fully pump your semen inside my wife, Sir. I know that makes her very happy."

Ashish made a dismissive noise with his throat.

Soon I found myself banished to standing outside the main bedroom, trying to peer in and make the shapes in the dim light inside from the small space left open by the slightly open door.

"Oh, Uncle!" Vidya was whispering. "Thank you for sending him out of the room, Uncle."

"I know! He is such an idiot, blabbering all the time. I was missing you, my love. My beti!"

"I was missing you so badly too, Uncle."

Ashish was hugging Vidya from the back, kissing the nape of her neck.

"You know how to kiss me so nicely, Uncle. I am so sensitive there." Vidya was murmuring. She seemed to be having a small orgasm already.

"O beti, you are sensitive everywhere." Ashish grunted back. He raised his hand and very gently smacked my wife on her buttocks, before groping her bottom.

"OOOOOOH! You know me so well, Uncle." Vidya gushed. "I love it when you cup my ass and spank my ass like that, Uncle."

"I know, beti. Unfortunately, I can't spank you the way Sarun does. He doesn't love you the way I love you, beti."

"I love you too, Uncle. I don't want you to be like Mr. Sarun. He has his ways. I love yours. You are my true love, not him!"

... You are my true love...

Mr. Sarun once more smacked her on the ass.

"An ass like this isn't meant for your husband, beti. He is a little dicked cuck."

"He is, Uncle. You are soooo much bigger than him, Uncle." My wife agreed instantly. "I love you sooooo much, Uncle. And soon, Uncle... not even Mr. Sarun. Only you, Uncle."

They kissed again.

"You are so wet, beti. Your panties are soaking!"

They had now moved to the bed, rapidly getting undressed.

"That's a nice bra, beti. Don't tell me your husband picked it out as well!"

"Er... yes, Uncle."

"What an idiot, your husband. He must have thought I would like this bra on you. I do." Ashish chuckled again. "Nice and considerate of the cuckold. Standing outside the room while I am fucking his wife inside the room."

"Must we talk about my husband, Uncle?" Vidya suddenly made a face. "I am here. Your beti is here for you. My pussy and my gaand are ready for you. I love you, Uncle. Let's forget my husband for now. I just want you to make love to me."

"Oh... beti. I love you too. How I wish I could have you live with me every day. I love you, beti."

"Oh, Uncle! Having you make love to me daily... oh how I wish! Now... strip me fully. This beti is ready for a good fuck, Uncle!"

The sounds of rapid kissing filled the air. Of all the men Vidya fucked, she kissed Ashish the most. I was so surprised at how often they kissed and kissed passionately, and how often they declared their love for each other. Ashish was now motorboating her as she lay on her back.

"Oh, Uncle take off your shirt. Let me see your chest too. And your fat paunch!"

They were laughing.

"Oh, you are so hard, Uncle." Vidya giggled. "You can take an eye out with your pole!"

"I was waiting a long time for you, my beti." Ashish grunted.

"Oh Uncle!" Vidya cooed. "You just had me a few weeks ago on that boat in Goa!"

"Each day I am apart from you, beti, is a day too long!"

For some time there was silence as the lovers kissed each other passionately.

"Oh, Uncle!" Suddenly Vidya gushed. "I wish my husband was even half as big as you, Uncle."

I could hear the excitement in my wife's tone as she got ready to service the huge dick in front of her face. Vidya was down on her knees, and she started to suck Ashish's cock. She spit on it a few times.

"Oh yes."

"Don't gag, beti."

I heard my wife give a quick scream.

"Oh, Uncle. You are so naughty!"

Ashish was now fully naked and rapidly getting harder.

"Oh, slap my face with your dick, Uncle."

"Oh yes!!!!"

He held her by the hair as she continued to go down on him.

"Oh, beti."

Vidya was now sweating, as was Ashish.

"Uncle." Vidya managed to mumble in between sucking on her lover's dick. "It looks like you haven't had a blowjob in a while!"

"Oh, beti. I can't hold it anymore! I am so sorry!"

Ashish had said the truth. The excitement was too much for him, and he lost control as he started to helplessly cum on my wife's face.

He loves to ALWAYS cum inside me, Vidya had told me earlier today. Uncle doesn't like to cum on my tits or face. He wants to finish inside me.

Yet right now, Ashish had just cum on her face. It was evident that I didn't know the full truth of her burgeoning relationship with Ashish. And it wasn't like there was anything I could do about it too.

What I knew for sure was that this was just round 1. I knew that the next round, Ashish was going to shoot his fertile seed deep inside my wife's guts.

* * *

Round 2 began in about 20 minutes.

"Rajesh!" Ashish barked out loudly. "Come in here, cuckold!"

I was called into the room and made to stand in one corner. The lights were completely dimmed. I was naked, of course, as per Ashish's instructions.

Everyone in the room was by now fully naked as well, obviously. My wife was on her haunches, on the bed on all fours, as Ashish entered Vidya from behind. He spanked her ass a couple of times.

"Oh, Uncle." Vidya cried out, as Ashish continued to enter her. I found myself rubbing my hard penis. Suddenly, to me shock and dismay, I started to ejaculate.

Vidya turned to give me a look of pity as Ashish laughed scornfully.

"Oh, you are done already, baby?" My wife was stating the obvious. "We have just begun! Uncle is barely inside me."

I could only nod helplessly, blushing with shame, completely humiliated, even as my legs and thighs were now covered in my own cum.

Soon Ashish was humping her in earnest. I could see this time that Ashish was a lot rougher than usual with her, though definitely not anywhere on the same scale as Mr. Sarun.

Sirji likes to spank me, slap me... and often cums on my face or my ass. Sometimes my tits. Not Uncle, Vidya had said. He is just interested in sex. Good and plain old sex. Missionary style.

I saw Ashish spank Vidya on the ass a few times, and sharply tweak her nipples.

"Oh, beti." He mumbled, even as he continued to pork her.

"Oh Uncle, spank me more! I love you, I love you so much, Uncle!"

He was humping her fast now as Vidya gamely hung on.

"Oh Uncle! Cum in me. Please, I am going to pass out if you don't cum in me." Vidya begged. "Please!"

Ashish paid her no heed, and instead actually pulled out of her, much to her surprise. He kissed her and fondled her breasts for another 15 minutes before finally pushing her on her back. They snuggled and continued to make out.

After some intense kissing and fondling for the next ten minutes, during which Vidya seemed to have yet another orgasm, Ashish again mounted my wife. I watched as he completely ignored my presence; he didn't even bother looking at where I was. There was no taunting and no mocking. He simply mounted my wife and began pumping into her. Again.

"Whose pussy is this, beti?" Ashish asked.

"Ughhh. Yours... unghhh..." My wife grunted. "Always yours, Uncle... keep... fucking me."

Vidya was moaning loudly now as Ashish alternated between furious and leisurely strokes. My wife was moaning and grunting loudly as her elderly lover penetrated her, again and again. Ashish may be old, dark, and fat with a large paunch, but he knew how to satisfy a woman in bed. I could have sex with Vidya all her life and still not give her the pleasure Ashish would from a single fuck.

I noticed that he sometimes put one finger into her asshole as he fucked her. Vidya seemed to love it, no doubt relishing the stimulation while getting a big penis in her cunt. I noticed Ashish's hips beginning to buckle. He was cumming again.

He was balls deep in her, this time ejaculating inside my wife's womb.

Finally.

The rest of their lovemaking that night, and the next morning and afternoon, was a complete blur to me. I seemed to be doing clean up duties every so often. I can't tell you how many times my wife cried out that she was cumming. I only know it was far more than she ever came with me. The sounds of one orgasm blended into the next, and in fact, she told me days later that she reached a point in the morning at which she just kept on cumming, and eventually passed out.

* * *

It was noon the next day, and I was out on the beach, walking, dressed in shorts and a loose T-shirt. Ashish and my wife were still in our room. It didn't look like they had any intention to step out of bed, even.

It was hot, and I was walking for some time, when my cell rang. It was Poonam, my mother-in-law.

"How's it going?" She asked, after we chatted for a bit. "How's my daughter and her lover?"

"He is humiliating me more this time, Mummy." I confessed. "He will call me to the room and say go to your spot. The corner. He will tell me I have two jobs - watch, and clean. And maybe learn a thing or two. He seems more assertive this time, Mummy, especially after Vidya admitted how much she loves being with him."

"Hmm." Poonam pondered for a bit. "If it makes you anxious, jamai babu, maybe just ask for permission to wait outside until they are done? I mean... you don't HAVE to watch, you know!"

"I know." I admitted. "I mean... I acknowledge it's hot to watch them. Especially when he is grunting, and then stops his thrusts. I can see Ashish's balls are still pumping, and Vidya is accepting his seed."

Poonam laughed.

"What a good cuckold you are! At least you are in a hotel." She pointed out. "If he was at home, you probably would have had to thank Ashish as he left, walking him to his car, and get praised as a good cuckold while being his servant in your own home."

"I know." I knew she was right, not to mention that after Ashish would have left, I would have to lick Vidya's asshole while she drew a bath, before being ordered to change the sheets. At least we had room cleaning service here.

"I am glad they are not going out of the room, in a way, Mummy." I told her. "Everyone will know she is not his wife but mine, yet no one will say anything as he will kiss her and grope her in public."

Again, Poonam laughed.

"It's called the 'cuckold spectacle', jamai babu. Very few ever object. Everyone loves to watch the cuckold lose his wife. But... on the good side... he is leaving in two more days. Think of it this way. At least you will be the second guy in line to fuck your own wife this time. Not the fifth or sixth."

"I guess."

Poonam's tone suddenly became serious.

"Let me tell you something else, jamai babu. You must have noticed, in between the slaps and the punishment Vidya gives you, you two have become quite close and loving. As her mother, and as someone who knows what she is going through, I can tell you that your wife loves how close and intimate you both have become... as a cuckold couple."

"Er... I guess."

"She has her lovers who sees to all her sexual needs which sort of alters what your sexual practices as a couple are now." Poonam continued. "Remember, you lick her pussy to amazing orgasms. You may not fuck like a man, but you lick like a cuck. She has her lovers to fuck anyway. You accept who you are as her cuck and that's great. She accepts you too. This is why you two are so happy."

"Um... I guess... yeah."

"Do you know what a hotwife is? A slutwife?" Poonam suddenly asked, and the continued without waiting for my reply. "A Hotwife is... A wife who has her husband's permission to engage in sexual activities with other men. Vidya is one such wife. In your relationship all her extra marital activities are approved by you. She trusts you, and you trust her. You... MUST... trust her. Because.... trust, respect, and the couple's love for each other are central to a cuckold relationship."

"Yes, Mummy, I know."

I have no choice. I have to trust her.

* * *

On the second night of our stay, sometime around 3 or 3.30 am in the morning, I woke up. I was in my bed. Hearing noises from the other room, I decided to tip toe and see what's going, although I did have a good idea. The door was still slightly open, and although the lights were off, I could make out what was going on with some of the moonlight that was flooding the room via the massive floor to ceiling windows.

Ashish had mounted my wife, and was thrusting slowly, his entire body resting on top of her. I once again marvelled at how my wife could handle the weight of this huge stallion, who was 6'4" tall, obese, and must have weighed over a 120 kg (roughly 240 lbs). And this man was telling me to lose my beer gut?! Next to my wife he was a huge old giant!

Vidya was moaning softly now, Ashish's constant humping having the desired effect. Again, I didn't know how long they had been fucking till this point, but she was already showing signs of orgasm. I recognized her moans, which were far more intense than anything I could elicit from her. Ashish may be old, but he sure had stamina. It's not easy to make a woman like my young and attractive wife Vidya moan constantly, and yet Ashish was giving her orgasm after orgasm, despite being a senior citizen.

"Oh, beti." Ashish was telling her as he humped her. "I love you so much! You are such a beautiful, dynamic, nubile young woman!"

"OOOH" Vidya grunted as he ploughed deep into her. "I love you too, Uncle. I love you sooo much!"

They kissed for a long time.

"What do you see in me, beti." Ashish asked, "I am an old man. A fat old man."

"A fat old rich man." My wife giggled, teasing him. "With a biiiiig cock!"

Ashish laughed, and they kissed again.

"It's not... unnngh... difficult to understand, Uncle." Vidya stated, as he resumed fucking her, bonking her roughly. "You... unnngh... know how to please a woman. You... unnngh... have a giant cock and you... unnngh... know how to use it on a girl. Such men... unnngh... captivate women like me. You can give... unnngh... me what my husband cannot, and... unnngh... you have what Sirji doesn't.... unnngh... A genuine love for me. I... unnngh... love you, Uncle. I love... unnngh... sex with you, and I love... unnngh... being with you."

It seemed too much for Ashish, and I could see his hips buckling. He was once again helplessly ejaculating inside her, again, and my wife seemed to be climaxing with him.

I was now very tired, and I didn't want to walk back to my room. Spotting the sofa in the common area, I sat down, intending to take a small break. Instead, very soon I drifted off to sleep, even as the bed springs continued to squeak in the master bedroom.

* * *

"I'm madly in love with you, beti," Ashish's sharp voice woke me up. "I wish I could have you live with me, so I could fuck you any time. Always."

They were talking, and I could hear them from the sofa. Rousing myself awake, I got up and crept to their door again. They were fucking again. I didn't know what round it was. Or what time it was.

Ashish was lying on his back and Vidya was on top of him, riding him as his cock went deep inside her pussy. I heard a couple of spanking noises as he continued to gently hit her on her buttocks.

"Don't rush, Uncle." Vidya instructed. "I want you to take your time, my love. We have all night."

"Night is almost over, beti." Ashish replied, as Vidya continued to ride him while they talked.

My love, she had called him, "my love".

Something that she only called me.

I was envious of the chemistry Ashish had with my wife. Even though Mr. Sarun had been fucking my wife for almost a year, I felt that Ashish had made a lot more progress in charming her in a much shorter period. My wife only liked the sex with Mr. Sarun. But she liked Ashish as a person... in addition to the sex.

"Mmmmmm.... I love you so much, Uncle. So much, my jaan! Mmmmm.... And I love the way you fuck me."

"I guess so does your cuckold husband. He loves the way I fuck you too! His own wife!"

As they laughed, Vidya was also moaning quietly. She enjoyed being on top, kissing Ashish deeply. I wondered at how older men like Ashish or Balachandra or Mr. Sarun could elicit such a primal response from my wife even which I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried.

They soon changed positions. Ashish was now on top, and my wife lying on her back. Almost immediately, the familiar sounds began.

The sound of the springs and the squeaking of the bed. The moaning of my wife. The headboard banging against the wall as they made love passionately. My dear wife Vidya taking another man's name on her lips as he brought her to the cusp of yet another orgasm. These sounds I am now used to as a cuckolded husband.

What I wasn't prepared for was the deep kissing they were continuously engaged in between his deep thrusts, or the way she moaned differently when she is with him.

As he mounted her again, for a moment, Vidya and my eyes suddenly met. Her eyes grew wide with surprise. My wife saw that I was up, standing outside the room, naked, aroused, and watching them. Giving me a quick smile, she turned her attention back to Ashish.

"OOOOOOOOH Uncle!" She mumbled, as Ashish ploughed into her. "Oh, Uncle, I love you!"

"Beti. Beti." Ashish grunted. "Whose pussy is this, beti?"

"Ungghh... yours. My pussy is yours. All yours, Uncle. Please keep fucking me, Uncle."

As I watched helplessly, unable and unwilling to interfere, she spread her legs wide and gripped his ass to pull him into her. All the way Ashish's giant pecker was buried insider her, even as she pleaded for him to go deeper.

"Oh, Uncle. Deeper. Harder, Uncle."

"You like this cock, don't you, beti."

"Oh.... Uncle... ungh...."

They both couldn't help control themselves much longer. I watched as Ashish bellowed out, thrusted deep and filled my wife full of his seed. The queen of my heart was another man's sex doll, and he was once again ejaculating inside her, even as she too climaxed.

Even as they shared an orgasm, they continued to kiss. My wife cast one more pitiful look at me, and then turned back to her lover.

"Oh Uncle. My jaan. Oh Uncle. I love you, my jaanu. I love you so much, Uncle. You don't know how much I love you, Uncle! So... so much!"

As she said these words, to my horror, I realized I was starting to cum as well. With a grunt, I shot my cum all over myself and the floor and the door.

* * *

It was the third day.

Around 830 in the morning, I heard Ashish call out for me.

"Rajesh! Cuckold." His voice was firm. "Come here and stand in the corner. Watch as I fuck your slut wife. You may learn something."

"Yes, Sir."

I hastily got up from the bed. I was still naked, not having worn clothes once inside the room since the first night, as per Ashish's orders. Slowly I made my way to the master bedroom. The door was slightly open, so I pushed it and walked in.

My wife was in the middle of another hot orgasm, getting pounded intensely by Ashish.

They both saw me, just paused for the briefest of moments, and then I was completely ignored. They just went right on fucking, feverish and rabid, not even missing a beat. I quietly walked over to the corner - which Ashish had dubbed the "cuckold's corner" - and kept on watching.

Vidya actually seemed to enjoy having me there, the hapless, helplessly watching cuckold husband of hers, while my presence seeming to spur Ashish on as he began to pump my wife even harder. Their cries grew louder, lewder and both looked at me with disdain as their bodies thrashed and heaved and writhed in that frantic, eager, obscene lust.

Vidya lay naked on her back across the width of the bed, her legs spread wide, her knees forked and raised, her back arched, her gorgeous, swollen breasts thrust out, her nipples visibly stiff and erect with excitement. Her very face screamed ecstasy, while her eyes showed a bit of heaviness due to the constant night of broken sleep intermixed with wild sex. Her lovely face was flung back, almost over the edge of the bed. She was beginning another one of her orgasms - her nostrils were flared, and her mouth was open in a loud groan of lust. I heard her moan again and again, now with heightened arousal.

"Mmmmmm... mmmmmmm...OOOOH Uncle! Uncle!"

Kneeling between my wife's splayed thighs with his legs folded under his buttocks, his knees spread wide, his hands under her thighs was big stout figure of Ashish. When I had entered the room, his buttocks were half-flexed, his hips in mid-thrust, hers in mid-rise and his cock was half-in, half-out of her cunt, its thick, long shaft glistening with their comingled coital juices. He now looked at me with a triumphant, gloating grin and now, entirely for my benefit, he squeezed his huge cock back deeper into my wife's cunt, going in slowly and deeply. She moaned her lust aloud.

"Oh Uncle!" Vidya moaned. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore! Oh, Uncle!"

"Oh, beti." Ashish slid his hands to my wife's breasts, squeezing them erotically together. Kneeling above her, Ashish turned to me again and grinned.

"Your wife can't get enough of me, cuckold." He boasted, before turning his attention back to Vidya. Ashish flexed his buttocks and thrust deep into her, making her arch and gasp in pure, unfaked pleasure.

All I could do was watch numbly, and nod.

"Beti, you are such a slut." Ashish taunted her, flexing his buttocks and driving his cock deep into her cunt.

"Uncle! Jaanu! I love you! I love you so much!"

Beneath him, Vidya gasped as his penis surged into her cunt. Her hips jerked up at his and her body arched steeply under his. Her head arched back and her fingers clawed at his sprawling shoulders.

"Mmmmmm!" Vidya was now moaning uncontrollably. "Uncle! I love you! I love you! I love you!"

I watched, mesmerized, as Ashish's large cock ground in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing and shining and glistening with their consilient coital fluids. He moved masterfully, his hips rocking to and fro in a beautifully controlled rhythm. My wife's body jerked and rocked under his thrusts, her breasts jiggling and bouncing sexily. She moaned and gasped her joy, digging her fingers into his shoulders, squeezing his buttocks in excitement.

Ashish soon began moving fast, fucking her demonically. His hips rocked rapidly up and down, up and down, back and forth, to and fro, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. Under him, Vidya's body jerked and snapped with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing wildly, the gold mangalsutra chain around her neck tossing, her feet locked in the small of his back. Her cries and lewd love-calls grew sharper, higher, and louder.

"UNGH! UNGH!" Vidya was in heat. "Uncle! I love you! I love you! I love you!"

I watched them kiss, the old man and the young woman, my wife, deeply and with enormous, visible desire. He slowed his thrusts for a moment and moved his legs apart and rose into a deep crouch on his heels astride her hips, his feet on either side of her belly, his fingers steepled in the small of her back. She was pinned under him and in this position his cock could drive down into her especially deep. She sank her torso lower on the bed, her face on one side on the sheets, her arms spread, whimpering thickly now.

Ashish was now plunging steeply in and out of my wife's cunt, jerking her body under his. The man might have been old and fat, but he was relentless. He just kept going. I could never have lasted half as long. It was a masterful performance: superbly adroit, totally in charge. It was obvious Vidya loved every second of it, being fucked hard and rough like this.

With a thundering roar, Ashish started to cum inside my wife. His cock, buttocks and hips jerked feverishly as I saw him erupt. Soon I could see thick and heavy semen emerge from my wife's hole, even as his penis was buried deep in her. He was seemingly emptying gallons and gallons of cum inside my wife's womb.

* * *

It was 10 in the morning. The sun was up, and it was getting quite hot. Vidya was in the shower, and Ashish was drinking his tea in the kitchenette. He was dressed in a bathrobe, seated at the dining table. I was standing - where else - in one corner of the kitchenette.

Naked.

Soon Vidya joined him. She too was dressed in a bathrobe, and looked regal, having just finished her shower. She completely ignored me, poured out her tea, and joined Ashish at the dining table. For some time, there was no talk. Both lovers, dressed in their robes, were enjoying their tea. And I remained standing there, naked, humiliated, and servile.

"Does he at least eat you out with his tongue?" Ashish finally broke the silence, asking my wife nonchalantly, while gesturing at me scornfully.

"Er... oh, yes, Uncle. My husband is very good with his tongue. The best, actually."

"Ah, there, you have a good married life, Rajesh." Ashish turned to me with a mock smile. "You eat pussy daily, and let real men take care of beti's other wants and needs."

"Er... yes, Sir." I nodded, and then once again remembered my wife's last-minute instructions.

"Now honey, remember what we talked about." She had said. "I want you to thank Uncle specifically about shooting his sperm into my womb."

"Sir." I stated. "Thank you so much for these last three nights, Sir. Especially for ejaculating inside my wife all the time. I know she loves that about you."

Ashish couldn't help but give a triumphant smile.

"I know Vidya loves it." He stated. "She loves being with me because she can do stuff with me that she can never with you."

I remembered Mr. Sarun saying something very similar.

"Vidya loves to be leashed, cuffed, slapped, and dominated. Just not by you. She always needed someone to smack her ass and put her in her place. There's plenty of sex in your marriage. It just doesn't involve you!" Mr. Sarun had taunted me.

"I never saw such an obedient slut in my life. She is so eager to please!" Mr. Sarun had gone on and on. "In the instant I pulled out of her well fucked pussy, she rushed to her knees and gladly took my thick load to her beautiful face. She milked me until the last drop. She told me she wanted to kneel here and suck me forever. Most women can't handle how big I am."

I looked back at Ashish, and then at Vidya. My wife couldn't stop smiling at him. She was looking at him with a special look.

I know that my boss Mr. Sarun would have no problem holding her by the hair and slapping her across her face a few times. He always fucked her like that. No fake feelings, no love stories. As I said, just a big hard cock in her married cunt.

Ashish was different, and it seemed like my wife was now falling for him as well.

"Your wife does love you, but she also loves big cocks." Ashish suddenly spoke, as if sensing my thoughts.

"Oh... er... yes, Sir. I always ask her about you. She says it cannot be put to words."

Vidya smiled, and then turned to face me.

"Oh babe, I don't know if you want me to tell you about it." She purred. "Sex with Uncle is always pretty intense. I do things with him I never do with you, darling. He makes me say things I never say to you. But you watched us... before. You know how it's like."

"Er... yes... and on this... vacation... I have seen... enough...."

"Ah yes! I love.... vacation... sex." Vidya suddenly beamed. "Especially with Uncle! A virile and good lover who gives me sweaty, steamy, sessions and deep, emotional orgasms. You do understand why I say I love him, don't you, babe?"

"Um... yes, I guess so, my love."

"Last night you did exhaust me, beti." Ashish admitted, cutting in. "Thankfully, my boner was back this morning."

Vidya turned back to look at Ashish.

"Oh Uncle, you are so modest!" She grinned. "How many times did you take me last night?"

Both laughed.

"Yes, I guess it was a lot!" Ashish admitted.

"Are you hungry, Uncle?" Vidya asked. "Should we get breakfast?"

"Yes." Ashish nodded. "I am tired of room service though. There's this perfect deli down the street."

Vidya smiled.

"We have a servant, you know."

Both of them laughed, turning to look at me, while I chortled with humiliation.

"My babe." My wife crooned. "I am hungry. Go get us some breakfast. You know the deli Uncle was talking about."

"Er... of course. I... need to put on my clothes."

Both Ashish and Vidya laughed again.

"Cuckold. Go put on your clothes." Ashish waved a hand dismissively. "And then go to the deli and get some food. I don't want room service when we have you. You know what I like for breakfast."

"Er... yes, Sir."

"And oh, darling..." My wife interjected again. "And oh, close the door behind you and take your time in returning with the breakfast. I really need to spend some time with Uncle in private. Thanks for understanding."

* * *

I returned almost an hour later with the food. I entered the suite and found the main living area empty. I placed all the food containers on the kitchenette counter.

"Rajesh." I heard Ashish call me from the bedroom. "Come here and watch. Again. Maybe you will learn something new from last time."

"Er... yes, Sir."

This time, in full daylight, before my eyes, Ashish and my wife had sex. Again.

The windows were open, and a brilliant sunlight of 11 am flooded the room. We were on the third floor overlooking the pool, and Ashish and Vidya stood right there in front of the window. They kissed each other deeply.

The kiss - even as I type now about it - a chill just ran down my spine. It wasn't just the kiss. Even as they kissed, their hands lovingly, adoringly, wandered over each other's clothing... gently touching, caressing. He was wearing a shirt and a dhoti, and she was dressed in a sari.

His hands were running over her breasts, between her legs, and then caressing her ass. My wife's hands spent most of their time rubbing the bulge in his dhoti, even as she kept giggling. Finally, he began to unbutton her blouse; as he did, he whispered something in her ear. She smiled and looked right at me the whole time he was unbuttoning and removing her blouse.

"My husband." Vidya uttered with a smile. "Look what Uncle is doing to me. Another man is stripping me. In front of my husband."

"Er... yes... my love." I could mumble back, complete humiliated.

"See how he takes his time, my dear cuckold husband. He doesn't rush, and this makes me so wet. Another man knows how to make your wife very wet, my dear."

I could see that. Ashish spent some time playing with Vidya's nipples through her bra. The same bra that apparently, he had gifted her. I could see how hard her nipples were, even though she still had her bra on.

Ashish whispered something in her ears again, leading to another smile from my wife. Slowly and methodically, he began to undress her, even as the bulge in his dhoti continued to grow. My wife was being stripped, right in my presence, as she had taunted. Soon Vidya stood there, clothed only in her skimpy underwear, in front of this fully clothed much older hulk of a man.

They kissed again, deeply. His lips were on hers, and their tongues wrestled with each other.

"I love you, beti." Ashish told her for what seemed to be like the millionth time.

"I love you so much, Uncle." My wife replied, kissing and sucking on his lips. "You make me feel so good... in a way no one else can, Uncle."

Ashish began to run his fingers between her legs, never going inside her panties. She responded by moving in rhythm with his strokes; gently at first, then harder. All of a sudden I recognized the movement. Her panties were white... and a small patch of wetness began to appear near her crotch. I realized what was happening. Even as I did so, my wife started to moan loudly.

She was having an orgasm, and then they kissed again. It was a lovers' kiss. Ashish had made her cum with his mere touch, and now she kissed him the way lovers kiss after an ejaculation. With a start, I suddenly realized my own penis was now rock hard. Ashish turned to look at me.

"What did I tell you, cuckold?" He barked at me. "In my presence, you will be naked. Always."

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

Within seconds I was stripping off my clothes, and then walked over to the corner to stand. I wanted to touch myself, but I dared not to. I knew that perhaps the slightest touch might set me off; I was so aroused.

As her spasms subsided, Ashish stripped my wife completely nude. Once again, he whispered something into her ear. Vidya gave a small laugh, and then to my surprise turned to me.

"My darling cuckold." She said. "We are going to fuck now. Again. Try not to touch yourself. If you have to cum, do it quietly. Do not disturb us. Otherwise, Uncle will send you out of the room and you will not be able to watch. Do you understand, cuckold?"

My wife had never called me 'cuckold' so many times in front of any one else.

"Er... yes, my dear."

"Look how hard he is, Uncle." Vidya told Ashish. Ashish looked at me and laughed.

"I am just grateful to you, Sir." I replied. "I am happy that a man like you is the one fucking my wife, Sir."

"Good, you know your place, cuckold."

"Er... yes, Sir."

And then... I was cuckolded once more. I watched as my wife helped Ashish off his clothes, and soon they were both in bed, doing the nasty. After almost twenty minutes of foreplay, during which she seemed to cum again and again, Ashish was ready to enter her.

Vidya laid back and spread her legs. Ashish took aim, and as I watched, he slid his penis into her. With one slow, gentle stroke, he buried his whole cock in my wife's pussy. As he entered, her legs flew up into the air, then locked themselves around his back.

"OOOOH UNCLE!" She moaned loudly, as he began to fuck her.

I could not control myself anymore.

As Ashish popped his penis into my wife's body, right in front of my eyes, my penis jerked, and I started to cum. No one touched me, no one looked at me, and I didn't even have to touch my dick.

Usually, when I cum, the semen drips down around my cock; this time, without any help, it seemed to shoot halfway across the room.

"The cuckold has already cum." I heard Ashish whisper to Vidya, who was just finishing her own orgasm. "And I am just getting started."

I had to blush with shame as both Vidya and Ashish shared in the laughter.

This is when Ashish began to fuck Vidya properly. He began slowly, pulling his cock nearly all the way out, then smoothly slipping it all the way in. It was so exciting to see his cock each time, as if he was showing me what was going inside her. Every deep kiss was followed by a deeper thrust.

By this time my wife, lying splayed in front of me, resembled an animal. A bitch in heat. There was no dignity, no manners, no thoughts of anything except the cock stuffed into her pussy. The noises were, honestly, inhuman; her body looked like an animal's, bucking, and rutting to get Ashish's cock further into her.

You might wonder, how can any man watch this? How can any man watch his own wife with another man like this. I too wondered that, even as I listened to her grunt, and watched her jerk.

I don't know what to tell you.

Yes, I can honestly say I was very turned on. I was so completely aroused, as I was watching my wife get laid. Yet, on the other hand, I was very nervous, very insecure, and very jealous.

Even as he fucked her, I could hear my wife mumble, "I love you, Uncle!"

With every thrust, my wife was proclaiming her love for this older man.

What a wonderful thing being a cuckold was, I had to tell myself repeatedly. This is what I wanted.

My wife was enthralled with this older fat man, and was enjoying getting fucked by him, with me watching. She needed the cock. Ashish was certainly enjoying my young wife's pussy, as well as giving her what she needed. And I... standing off to the side... having masturbated quietly so as not to interfere in my wife and her lover's much needed intimacy.

Yes, I told myself. This is a win-win for all involved.

Ashish was coming close, pun intended. I could see his old ass cheeks contract as he tried to push even deeper into her. As I watched helplessly, Vidya spread her legs wider and groped his ass. She was pulling him into her all the way.

"Deeper. Please, Uncle!" She begged. "Deeper! Oh God! I love you Uncle! Please cum... I need your cum!"

All of a sudden Ashish stopped and turned to me, even as Vidya begged and pleaded for him to continue.

"Cuckold." He addressed me. "Your wife is such a good woman to fuck, I can't even describe to you. Look at her! She's wrapped around me like a snake. Now tell me, do you want me to cum inside your wife?"

There was only one answer.

"Yes," I said, in a very small voice.

"Not good enough," Ashish laughed. "Beg, cuckold."

"Yes, Sir." Deeply chastened, I replied. "Please... please cum inside my wife. I beg of you, Sir."

"Please, uncle." Vidya also began to plead. "I need your cum, Uncle."

"Yes, beti."

They had now switched position, so Ashish was lying on his back, and Vidya was on top like a cowboy, riding his hard dick. As a cuck I watched in awe as Ashish started to fuck my wife again, even as she was on top. Literally he was taking her to heights I could only dream of. To say she has enjoyed the last hour doesn't do justice to what I had witnessed. He was not only fucking her; he was rocking her world.

"Uncle, please." Vidya, ravaged by multiple orgasms, could only mouth weakly, even as Ashish reached up to tweak her breasts. "I need you to cum now."

"Yes, beti."

And so... Ashish began to cum, emitting a guttural growl which came from his groin; his ass cheeks collapsed inward, and I watched all the muscles in his legs, his back and his ass contract together to drive his semen into her.

"Oh uncle! Oh uncle!" Vidya continued to moan. "Oh, fill my pussy! Fill my pussy with your cum!"

His hand held her by the waist firmly, and she had twisted her next to glance down, even as he continued to thrust in and out of her. I saw his body pump into her, like a machine, for what must have been a full minute.

It was a deeply emasculating minute.

"Oh, give it to me. Oh yea! OHHHH!" She was mumbling.

Something else happened.

I had already cum once before. Now, less than fifteen minutes later, I was ejaculating again. Once again, I had managed to cum, without anyone touching me at all.

They did not pay me any attention at all, except Vidya just cast me one look. It was a look that was filled with pity, scorn and a little bit of sadness. She knew at this moment, even as her lover was finishing inside her, that I also wanted to kiss her, and I loved her deeply. Then she turned her attention back to Ashish. I could see that Vidya's ass was moving up and down, up and down on his cock as Ashish continued to spurt into her.

As he finally pulled out of her, there was a thunk! sound, and I could see some oodles of cum dribble out of her pussy onto Ashish's belly, right above his groin area. My wife continued to sit on Ashish's paunch, catching her breath, even as more cum oozed out of her hole.

Then she did something I haven't seen her do often. She quickly moved to his side, and crouched down so her face was close to his groin, where a lot of the cum had dribbled down to. Vidya stuck out her tongue, and quickly started to lick the cum off Ashish's body. Ashish (and I) watched my wife as she licked all across his navel and then down to his still semi hard cock, cleaning all the cum off his body. Vidya then caught hold of his dick and gave the tip of his penis a good, long kiss.

"Oh, my love." She whispered at Ashish, as she continued to kiss his hardness, before moving to snuggle next to him.

I looked at them, lying on the bed. Vidya seemed exhausted; after all for the last three days she had been having constant sex, often with little breaks in between. Ashish had been fucking her in a way she hasn't been fucked in a long time, even with Mr. Sarun.

There was a strong smell of cum and sex in the room. Cum trails were clearly visible on my wife's thighs, and as she moved, more cum spilled down from in between her leg. Her lover had clearly done his job, and the red marks on her buttocks showed his conquest of my wife. Multiple orgasms were had by Vidya when Ashish fucked her, and in her eyes, that truly marked him as a better man than me. I knew it, and I knew he knew it.

Finally, after what must have been a while, I saw Vidya open an eye and turn to me.

"My dear husband." She said. "I can't believe I came so hard... in front of you. I am still so wet. I have just got to be honest - I just cum so much harder with Uncle. My hubby... do you still love me?"

"Of course, my dear. I could never stop loving you."

"Good!" Vidya laughed. "Now, go set up the breakfast please, cuckold. And close the door behind you please. Uncle has to leave soon... so I want to be... alone with him. I am going to need this amazing cock again."

"Er... yes, my dear."

It was time for me to leave them alone. I knew Ashish had to leave soon, and I had just watched them have loud and passionate sex. Yet, I had a feeling they were going to have sex again, and soon. She was reveling in her time in bed with a proper man and wanted to have Ashish there with her as long as he could stay, and this time she wanted to be alone again with him.

I knew this was also a little bit of teasing on her part. Vidya seemed to now relish her hotwife status, and a virile man such as Ashish was giving her full enjoyment. I knew how much my wife now enjoys the power of cuckolding me, and every day she was becoming more comfortable in her dominance of me. I was just happy to have seen this one session - it was super hot. I just hoped that after Ashish left, she would let me enjoy her body too, despite being tired. Afterall, a cuck needs sex too.

As I closed the door, I heard my wife giggle, and then let out a small squeal. No doubt, they were beginning again. I knew my place. I began to set up the breakfast. It might get cold, but there was always the microwave.

* * *

"Are you there, cuckold." Ashish called for me, as he buttoned up his shirt. His expensive silk shirt, and his even more expensive silk dhoti, the Rolex watch, the gold chain he wore around his neck, and the couple of expensive rings he had on, all pointed to a very successful man.

"He is here, Uncle." My wife Vidya spoke before I could reply. She was wearing one of the bathrobes of the hotel. I, as I had been instructed, was still naked, standing in one corner of the room. They had just finished breakfast, and then Ashish had freshened up before getting dressed to leave.

"I am here, Sir." I stepped forward. Ashish turned and looked at me scornfully.

"Did you call for my taxi?" He barked.

"Yes, Sir." I nodded. "I told them to come in half an hour, as you had requested."

"Good." Ashish turned back to the mirror as he adjusted his shirt. "Now, cuckold, go get dressed. You and I are going for a walk. We will have a good talk until my taxi comes. I want to talk to you about Vidya."

"Er... yes, Sir."

Wondering what he wanted to talk about, I went to my room to get dressed. As I was putting on my pants, I heard Vidya squeal, and then laugh. No doubt she was saying her goodbyes to her lover.

I emerged from my room, fully dressed. I could see Vidya and Ashish were kissing. As I approached, they pulled apart.

"I am going to go take a shower, Uncle." Vidya's eyes were shining as she blew a final kiss to Ashish. "Take care and safe travels, Uncle."

"I will miss you, beti."

"I will miss you too, Uncle." Vidya then turned to me and exclaimed, "Oh honey. You don't know how badly I need to take a shower. Uncle fucks me so much deeper... so much more than you ever can. There's just so much cum he has left inside me! He must have shot a gallon of cum inside me! I hope it doesn't leak for hours. Oh... such a nice fucking!"

She almost seemed to be in her own world.

"Er... that's so nice of Sir." I turned to Ashish. "Thank you, Sir, for fucking my wife so well."

"Any time, cuckold." Ashish laughed. "You like it, don't you, Rajesh? My huge cock inside your wife, stretching her out, while she bounces up and down on my manhood..."

"... he fucks me from orgasm to orgasm." My wife added. "How deep he comes inside my pussy!"

Once again, I had to humbly thank my wife's lover for giving to her what I couldn't, even as both of them laughed.

As Vidya left for the washroom to take her shower, Ashish turned his full focus on me.

"Rajesh, bring my carry on." He ordered. "We will check it at the reception, so they hold it until the taxi comes. You and I can then go for a walk by the pool. They have nice drinks at the bar there."

"Yes, Sir."

* * *

"I loved fucking your wife this time, even more than before." Ashish told me. We were seated by the pool, on one of the lounge chairs, and Ashish had a margarita in his hand. I had a Pepsi.

"I am sure she enjoyed it also, Sir." I replied. "Thank you again for making the time to meet us on such a short notice, Sir. You have made my wife really happy."

"How do you take it so easily?" Ashish was curious. "Standing there, watching, while I cum in her, again and again? She loves me as a proper man, which she knows you are not. When I ejaculate in her mouth, she doesn't hesitate to take my cum down her throat. And then, when I cum in her, she licks me clean after. Your own wife."

"Er... I urged her to enjoy other men, and she has decided to do that." I admitted. "Your cock, Sir, is so much bigger than yours and you manage to stay hard also. You are a real man, no doubt about it. I just love to see my wife happy and satisfied, Sir. And her... my wife loves sex with you, Sir."

"The way Vidya licks my balls, and the way she cleans me up after sex... no other lady I have fucked... does that. Your wife is truly a first-class slut. If she is even one tenth the slut with you as she is with us, you are a lucky man, Rajesh."

"Er... thanks, Sir. I... um... also... enjoy with her... Sir."

"You need to be confident." Ashish laughed as he continued to taunt me. "I am an old guy, approaching my seventieth birthday soon... but I am confident of my abilities. This is why your young wife submits to me. I have a beautiful granddaughter your wife's age, and Vidya doesn't care."

... I have a beautiful granddaughter your wife's age...

Suddenly, the way he called my wife 'beti' seemed to make a lot of sense.

"Sir, you are a real ladies' man." I stated. "You have a big dick and you know how to use it, Sir. My wife loves me, but I know she also loves big thick cocks, Sir."

"Hmmm."

There was a pause as Ashish worked on his drink, and I downed my Pepsi.

"Tell me again why Sarun is fucking your wife." He asked.

"It's those shares." I told him, once again recounting the small story of how my wife and I became slaves to one of the richest NRIs (non-resident Indian) in the world. "Just a few weeks more, and Mr. Sarun will be giving over some of his preferred share stock to us."

"Then you will be a proper owner of a share of the company, with voting rights, a guaranteed source of income, and will be eligible for a position on the board!" Ashish nodded. "Or rather, Vidya... because the stocks are in her name."

"Yes." I replied. "Mr. Sarun had transferred 5% of the company to Vidya's name (not mine). When he did so, he said the preferred shares wouldn't mature for a year. That year is now almost up... coming up in a few weeks. That meant that at any time, the stocks could be cancelled if the rest of the Board saw fit to do so. But Mr. Sarun guaranteed us that wouldn't happen... and now the time is nearly there."

"The Board has been very patient with Sarun." Ashish replied. "We know about his lifestyle, and his philandering, but we overlook it because the company does so well. Even when he made Vidya the owner of 5%, there were some rumblings. But then you know how Sarun controls the Board."

"Yes, Sir." I nodded. "I was present in Goa, remember, during the Devika crisis last month? I saw how Mr. Sarun corralled the votes."

"Yes, yes." Ashish waved that away. "That is one example. Sarun also has connections with a gangster... Anwar. He uses Anwar to control some of the corporate partners on the Board."

I didn't say anything. I didn't know if Ashish knew how Mr. Sarun had sent Vidya and me out to Anwar Bhai, and how Anwar Bhai and his hoodlums had used - and abused - Vidya. To secure more votes on the board.

"I don't know if you realized this." Ashish continued. "Sarun and I don't usually see eye to eye. We are not friends, but we respect each other. He's a damn good industrialist. Built a company from practically nothing. I am on the boards of a few companies, and I have a good network, so I can give a lot of business to my companies. This is why Sarun includes me in his inner circle on the Board. The WhatsApp group."

Ah yes, the famous WhatsApp group called "Sarun's Leaders". There were 12 people in that group, including myself. I knew a few of the others: Kumar, Ashish, Kabir. These were influential men of the board of the company.

"It may shock you to know... that... Vidya is not the only company whore." Ashish made a surprising revelation. "Mrs. Munni Kakkar from Accounting in our Amritsar office - she's another one. She's a married lady. Her husband knows - he's a cuckold like you, Rajesh. Sarun has a few of these... company whores... spread throughout. Whenever he needs to favour someone, he will call up the lady and instruct what is to be done. I myself have slept with Munni a couple of times, while her husband would sleep on the floor in the living room. She's a nice... chunky... Punjabi lady... but no one can hold a candle to Vidya. And of course, the best company whore that Sarun sleeps with nowadays... the only one he has given some shares to... is your wife."

I wondered why Ashish was telling me all of this. Ashish seemed to have read my mind.

"You might be wondering why I am telling you all this." He said. "I just want to let you know that Sarun's time in charge of the company might be coming to an end."

For a second my jaw dropped. Ashish saw that and grinned.

"Don't worry, we are not going to move until you get your shares. Or actually... until Vidya gets her shares. She is going to play an important role, actually."

For a second I didn't speak. Then I asked, "Who's the 'we', Sir? You said, 'we are not going to move'."

"It's myself and a couple of the members that represent the banks." Ashish told me. "They usually do what that gangster Anwar tells them to, but I have a plan to deal with him as well. I know that on the Board, there are few members who are relatives of Sarun. Such as Kumar and Hiren. They will never vote to remove him. But, as I said, I have a plan. Do you know about the Annual Poker party of the Board?"

Again, I shook my head. It seemed there was a lot I didn't know.

"OK, let me tell you how this is all going to work." Ashish glanced at his watch, just to make sure he wasn't running late. "In a few weeks, your... I mean Vidya's... preferred shares will mature and she becomes owner of 5% of the company. This is a huge deal, but Sarun must apply to the Board at that point to let Vidya join the Board. Now, do you think Sarun will do it? Or more importantly, can Vidya convince him to do it?"

I thought about it and nodded.

"Yes, Sir." I said. "I am very sure we can convince Mr. Sarun to apply for my wife to join the Board. She will be eligible then, so there will be no reason to say no."

"I am sure she alone can convince him too." Ashish replied wryly. "Probably in a more appealing manner to Sarun."

"And I was thinking she will stop being the... company whore... after she gets the stocks." I said. "That was our agreement with Mr. Sarun too."

Ashish shook his head.

"No. She must continue to be Sarun's whore for at least three months after that." He announced. "I will tell you why. About three months after she becomes the owner of those shares, and hopefully joins the Board, there will be an annual general board meeting. I think it's scheduled in April. In Goa... that same resort we were all in. This is when we will move to remove Sarun from his position as CEO and Chairman. So, until that time... Sarun must be distracted... with Vidya."

I realized what Ashish was planning. Vidya must continue to be a slut to Mr. Sarun - and his friends - so they remain diverted, and Ashish's little plan goes under the radar. I wondered how he was going to convince the rest of the people on the Board to go along with him. I asked him that.

"This is where Vidya again comes in." Ashish grinned. "Every year, as I said, we have an Annual Poker Party. The people from the WhatsApp group. The party is usually at the house of a couple... one of these... company whores. At the poker party, we all let loose. We play, we gamble, and we bang the wife - the mistress of the house. All night long. This year Sarun has decided the party will be at your place."

"Oh." I realized what this meant. I also realized Mr. Sarun hadn't told us this yet.

"Sarun told me the party will happen just before he transfers the shares to Vidya. So... in a way... it will be a farewell gangbang of Vidya for the Board... before Vidya becomes one of them."

"Sir." I had to ask. "What will happen at this party?"

Ashish crossed his fingers and took a serious look at me.

"You better prepare yourself well for this party. There's usually a lot of booze." Ashish replied. "Obviously, we play poker, and it's usually very high stakes. We play with real cash. And Sarun usually brings in his servant women: Narges, and Rukmani. Rukmani is a favourite of many of the guys because she's young... and I think she's Nepali, so there's that Oriental appeal. But the highlight, as always, remains the wife - the mistress of the house. On this occasion, it will be Vidya."

"What does that mean, Sir?"

"Simply put... Vidya will be expected to provide sexual favours to EVERYONE at the party. No questions asked. Except you, of course. The husband doesn't get to fuck the wife." Ashish continued. "Sarun will provide you a detailed set of instructions. You will not be allowed to even fuck her, for example, a week before that. She must monitor her periods so she is clear on the day of the party. During the game, and then later on during that night, each of us will have our way with Vidya. She can expect some of us to be pretty rough with her. Almost every past poker night has resulted in at least one gang bang, if not several. Your wife will have one sore pussy, and even more sore ass, the next morning. It's going to be a proper orgy, a night of debauchery. Do you understand?"

"Er... yes, Sir." I shrugged. "It is what I expected. But... how does this... if I may ask... help you with your plan?"

Ashish then took out his cell phone.

"This is Kumar." He said, showing me a photo. "He is the husband of Mr. Sarun's cousin sister, and an influential member of the board. Do you know him?"

"Er... yes, Sir." I nodded.

When the tape of Vidya and Gaurav first leaked (by me, of course), it was Kumar who had first taken me aside, and told me it was Vidya in the video. Of course, he had thought I didn't know, and he was sympathetic. I had to pretend, and I told him we were having some marital troubles and had gone for counselling.

"His wife is the owner, but she has no interest in the company, and doesn't attend Board meetings, and he attends as her proxy. Now, this is Hiren."

Again, Ashish showed me another photo. I shook my head; I didn't know this man personally.

"I had some dealings with him, Sir," I said. "But never met him one to one."

"You are lucky." Ashish gave a sly smile. "Hiren is another distant relative of Mr. Sarun, and another member of the board. Let me tell you, Rajesh. Hiren isn't a pleasant man, and I had dealt with him a couple of times only, and both times had not been good encounters."

I knew that, of course. Hiren had a reputation as a philander, despite being married, and of being a rough and brute of a man. Many had wondered why his wife had not left him after all those years of marriage. As for me, I avoided the man during company outings.

"Hiren has been talking about Vidya for some time." Ashish said. "During this party, you can expect him to spank Vidya. Last year we were hosted by the D'Souzas. Poor Mrs. D'Souza! By the time Hiren was done, her buttocks looked redder than two ripe tomatos!"

I shuddered.

Ashish showed me a third picture.

"This is Kabir." He said, and I nodded. I knew Kabir.

He was a fat, big fellow, loud mouthed and obnoxious. He usually handled our Arab clients. Dark skinned, with pearly white teeth, he had a reputation as a poker player and someone that loved to drink.

"Kabir's wife's father and Sarun's father were friends, and he invested in Sarun's company. When he died, he left everything to his daughter who married Kabir. So, the shares really belong to Kabir's wife, but she is more interested in kitty parties and TV serials, leaving Kabir to take care of the Board duties."

Ashish put his phone away and looked at me.

"Now, I want you to set up cameras in your bedrooms. Hidden." He said. "Like you did with Gaurav. I want to record the infidelity of these men. They are very vulnerable because it's their wives who own the company shares, not them. Once I have few videos of them cheating on their wives with Vidya, I will make my move. Therefore, Vidya is so important to my plan."

A lot of questions started to come in my mind. I tried to clear my thoughts and focus.

"Sir." I said. "If this matter is leaked, what about your marriage? I presume you are going to blackmail these men, and they will vote with you, and then Mr. Sarun will be fired as CEO and Chairman. But he also has videos of you... fucking... Vidya. What if he releases them?"

Ashish laughed.

"I have been very careful, Rajesh." He said. "I never recorded myself, nor did I send any videos on that chat. At most, I had said some dirty things in WhatsApp. Even last month, on that cruise in Goa, when everyone was fucking your wife on the deck, and Sarun was videoing, I pretended to be seasick and went to my room. In fact, your wife came to my room, where I fucked her. No one can prove that I was part of that debauchery."

Ashish obviously did not know that I already had cameras set up in my house, or about the camera in Vidya's mangalsutra. I kept that to myself as he continued.

"I need you get proper HD cameras, and record in good detail." Ashish said. "After the party, I and my accomplices will get to work. In April, at the AGM, Sarun will no longer be the head of the Board. I will be. By then, you guys will be rich, but I will suitably reward you. And of course, Vidya can stop being Sarun's slut after that."

A chime sounded on his cell. The taxi was here.

"Rajesh." Ashish said, as he stood up. "Whatever I said to you today, keep it confidential, of course. Talk it over with Vidya. This is for your benefit, so Sarun doesn't continue to hold your wife captive."

"Yes, Sir."

"By the way," Ashish smiled. "I have extended your stay here. I have paid for two extra nights. So... you can stay till Sunday, before returning home."

"Oh, thank you so much, Sir!"

"Don't mention it. Just consider it... my love for my beti. And a sweetener... for April. Have fun with your wife... and my slut... the company whore... Vidya."

* * *

It was evening and the sun had just set. For me and Vidya, it didn't make a difference. We were in bed, naked, and I was trying to get it inside her ass.

"Oh, baby!" Vidya cooed. "I was fucked in my ass so hard, baby. You need to go easy on me, but I need you to make me yours again."

I kissed her, and then slowly and gently, started to enter her ass.

"Oh, baby!" Vidya moaned. "Oh, Rajesh! My Raj!"

I began to hump her. I knew I wouldn't be able to last for long. I kissed the nape of her neck.

"Oh, babe." Vidya murmured. "Thank you so much for being a real man. Thank you for sharing me with others. Thank you for this. I think more men have cum inside me since I have been married, then when I was single, babe. You are the best husband."

I couldn't control myself any longer. Her words, her body, it all culminated as I began to ejaculate inside my wife's asshole.

"That's it, baby. Keep cumming." Vidya encouraged me. "It feels so good, does it not. I love you. My jaanu. My REAL jaanu."

After I finished, I just lay like that, my penis gradually shrinking inside her gaand. After some time, I pulled out. Cum flowed out of my wife's ass cheeks.

After Ashish had left in the morning, I returned to the room, hoping to have a little quickie with Vidya. She however immediately put any such notions I had to rest.

"Not now, my love." She demurred. "I am so tired. Uncle's dick was really big and I was fucked all night long. Let's do it in the evening."

We both dressed properly and went out for lunch. Then we went to the beach, where we stayed till almost sunset. After that, we returned to our room and began to make out, which culminated in me fucking my wife in her ass.

"Oh. Babe!" Vidya giggled as she turned around to face me. "Remember Mr. Sarun forbade you from fucking my butt!"

Both of us laughed.

"Well, what he doesn't know can't hurt him." I replied. "He still thinks Ashish is somewhere else attending a conference!"

It was surreal to hear my wife taunt Mr. Sarun like this.

"Were we loud, honey?" Vidya asked, after some time. "Uncle and I? I mean... I knew it was a little loud, but I couldn't help myself."

"Um..." I laughed again. "You were so loud, honey. I kept getting woken up by your screams. I don't think I slept full night's sleep without getting woken up at least a few times by your noises."

Vidya actually had the good sense to blush.

"Well, Uncle has such a big cock, and he literally kept fucking me all night long." She said. "I really couldn't help it. He would stuff his whole cock inside me, and there would still be three inches left out! But I know you loved it too, my love. I saw you a couple of times by the bedroom, watching us."

"Well," I tried to play it cool. "Last night I jerked off three times, I won't lie. My cock was so sore from watching you and Ashish."

"I am glad... I am also sore... my pussy... so it's only fair. I was always so wet.. and so desperate for his cum!" Vidya chuckled. "Tell me, how jealous were you, watching me with him. Him fucking me. Me saying 'I love you' to him. Did it... bother you?"

There she was... again... insecure. For the first time in a while.

"Darling." I carefully chose my words. "The squeaking of the bed. The moaning of my own wife... with another man. The sound of him pounding you. This was all I could hear, all night long. Oh, I was totally jealous, so jealous! But.... but... it was so hot... hearing you... and then... watching you... and him. I didn't want you guys to stop."

Vidya gave me a beautiful smile.

"I like that. I love you, my love. My sweetest jaanu. My real jaanu. The only I time I actually mean it when I say it."

I was honest. It was incredible watching Ashish as he bellowed out, thrust deep and filled my wife full of his seed.

We drew ourselves to each other and began to kiss again.

"So... shall we discuss what Ashish said?" I finally brought him up. "Do you know about this Poker Party?"

Vidya made a face.

"I didn't know about this. I guess Sirji - Mr. Sarun - was going to tell me about it when he visits us in two weeks. What an ass - he really wants me to be the company whore! Tell me, my dear. You tell me... what do you think? Do you want me to fuck all these men in our house? These are all men... old enough to be my grandfather. Sixties or seventies. Old and some of them are fat. And yet... I have to service them. All night long. What do you say, my love?"

Did we really have a choice?

I thought about it for a while. In spite of myself, my cock started to rise, a fact not lost on Vidya.

"I guess... my sore dick... is saying yes." I answered.

"And my sore pussy says yes too." Vidya snickered. "It will be our last hurrah. Before we get the votes."

Once again we kissed for a bit.

"I love you, darling." I told her.

"I love you too, baby." Vidya licked my nose and replied. "And... I love my life, honey. A husband with a huge heart, and three lovers with huge dicks. One of whom wants to breed me, yes, but we will not let him. Come here, my love. Fuck me again."

* * *

For the next two days I hardly left the bed, let alone the bedroom, except to use the washroom. For close to forty-eight hours, Vidya kept me in bed, fully naked. I was either servicing her, pleasuring her, or cumming helplessly either in her hands or in her mouth or her cunt. Vidya ordered room service for the food and cancelled the housekeeping so that we wouldn't be disturbed.

I lost count of the number of times we had sex. I personally didn't even know I was capable of cumming that many times, and yet my sex goddess of a wife Vidya made it happen. She had some magic inside her, and she knew all the tricks.

There was one time when I had just finished licking her to an orgasm, and then she had me mount her and cum inside her. Afterwards, as we lay together in post-coital bliss, Vidya got up.

"Wait here, jaanu." She said, with an impish grin on her face as she went to the kitchenette. Soon she was back with something in her hand.

"Whipped cream." She said, her eyes flashing mischief. "Lie on your back, dear. I want to splash some on your little penis."

I thought the cream would feel cold on my balls, but surprisingly it wasn't. Vidya sprayed some, and before I could sense what was happening, she was busy licking my manhood.

"Mmm... tasty!" She mumbled, as she slurped on my testicles. "Let me spray some more."

She was fondling my balls and getting the cream all over my genitals. Soon I couldn't help myself.

"Oh, Vidya." I helplessly mumbled, as I began to erupt in her hands. Vidya smiled at me as she milked me dry. And then she used her tongue to clean the whole gooey mess of cum and cream all over my legs, while maintaining eye contact with me all the time.

It was so sexy.

We both knew we would have to discuss our plans with Mr. Sarun, and Ashish's plans for him, at some point. But that could wait until we got home.

Sure, Mr. Sarun would give us the shares in a month's time, but we still needed him to put Vidya on the board. That meant... at least another four months to five months of Vidya being his slut. And I had a feeling Mr. Sarun wasn't going to let go of us very easily. After all, if Ashish was to be believed, Mr. Sarun loved to have married ladies be at his beck and call throughout India, especially if the said lady's husband knew about the affair. It made things much easier.

Mr. Sarun had a good thing going with us. Whenever he was in India, my wife had been taking care of him. After a good long night of fucking, my sexy young wife is waking up cuddling with him getting him hard again. In no time, he would be fucking her again. And again.

I, the husband, was a bonus. I behaved in a restrained fashion and was the perfect cuck. Mr. Sarun hated husbands who hovered around as he slept with their wives, but I knew my place. When he wanted, I stayed away in another room, giving him intimate privacy with my wife. When he ordered, I would come into the room and watch as he mounted my wife. I tolerated his insults and humiliation with good grace, and I knew what to say.

It can be an angst driven thing seeing how much my wife craved for Mr. Sarun in her bed. My worry had been about Vidya falling in love with Mr. Sarun, and especially the way he dominated her. She would really miss him after he would fly back to USA. He did things to her I would never hope to do. He's equipped as a man. I lick a good game but that's it.

But all that changed once she met Ashish, and then Vidya made me sleep with her mother. For the first time in a long while I felt confident. For the first time in a long while, I could see the light at the end of a tunnel.

I knew that soon, one way or another, Mr. Sarun was going to be a footnote in our lives.

The only question was how it would happen.

I just had to trust my wife.