My Indian Slut Wife Vidya - Part 13

"Honey, did you wear my panties yet?" Vidya called out. She was in the bedroom, getting ready, while I was downstairs in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner we had prepared for my boss Mr. Sarun. "I had put all the frilly ones and the thongs in your desk drawer."

"Um, no, my love." I yelled back. "Just cleaning up the pot roast for presentation."

"Oh, babe." I could hear the disappointment in Vidya's voice as she started to walk down the stairs to admonish me in the kitchen. Her quick steps alerted me to the fact that she was taking this seriously.

"You KNOW Sirjee has ordered that you, my cuckolded husband, to always wear MY panties instead of your underwear during his visits here." Vidya came into the kitchen and scolded me. Her voice carried a hint of amusement, but also concern. "After all, you don't want to anger him. Ever since we have told him ... last week ... that ... I am ... ok to ... to be bred by him ... you know ... that ... he is going to make me pregnant ... he made all these new rules for you."

"Yes, I know." I nodded, sighing. "I am going to go change in a few minutes."

"He can be here any moment. Don't forget Sirjee likes you to keep your legs shaved as well," Vidya said, perhaps with a hint of humiliating teasing in her voice, but also concern.

"Yes dear." I replied. "I did shave this morning."

"Good. Now please go put on my panties." Vidya urged. "After all, I don't want him punishing you ... like ... you know ... slapping you, or worse ... you know. I have been caned by him ... as you know ... and spanked ... and slapped ... and it's ... not pleasant, jaanu. If you make him angry, my love, I cannot protect you from his wrath."

"He is not going to cane me!" I retorted. "You know the way he humiliates me ... is ... you know."

"Yes, my jaanu, my love." My wife replied. "I know. He makes love to me, your wife, in front of you, and mocks you. But, babe, this time it's different. He is no longer just my lover, jaanu. He thinks he will be the father of my child."

I knew what Vidya was saying was correct. A lot was different for this visit of his. For one, Vidya had called him and told him that she was agreeing to his proposal to 'breed' her. She wanted to get pregnant with him and carry his child. In return he would make her a Board member, in addition to giving her the shares that was due to her at the end of this month. He was also going to send us both on a vacation for a couple of weeks to a resort in Sri Lanka. It would be the last time I would be alone with her before Vidya was to go off the pill and get the breeding process started. A process that would end up with her bearing his child.

Mr. Sarun also gave me some new rules to follow. Once Vidya had done speaking with him, she had put me on the call.

"Rajesh, you cuck." He taunted. "It's time you realized the bitter truth about your marriage. What do you bring to the table in your marriage? Nothing! Zilch! Zero! Vidya can get all the attention, praise, and satisfaction she wants from much better guys than you. She doesn't need a husband to provide a living for her. She is still young enough that she can take on rich and power lovers ... lovers like me. I will happily give her all the gifts, clothes, food, shelter, fun and company she needs. Soon, when she gets the shares later in the month, she is also going to be rich for life, all on her own."

"Er ... yes, Sir." I mumbled, wondering where this was leading. "It's why, Sir, I said yes to the ... er ... breeding proposal, Sir."

Mr. Sarun laughed.

"It's good that she agreed to have my kid. You had nothing to do with it, you cuck! I told her that if she wants to have kids, even if not with me, there are plenty of successful, attractive, and virile men who would line up for that. You, her cuckold husband, are incapable of satisfying her sexually. So why would she ever want to satisfy you, or have your kids who might grow up to be weaklings like you?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"The fact is that she had to endure a lot of trouble because of you ... her loser husband ... and she made the best of it. No real guy would let that happen to his wife. This is why Vidya has lost all respect for you, and that's why she is now humiliates you, her cuckold husband, more and more, when I am there."

"Er ... I guess so, Sir. I still love her, Sir. And I think she loves me."

Mr. Sarun laughed again.

"She loves you? All that's left in your relationship is maybe some attachment and concern for each other's well -being. Rajesh ... you are not really her husband anymore, except maybe on paper. It's time you realized this isn't a marriage of equal partnership. Vidya carries all the weight and power. You are in fact now more dependent on her. It is Vidya who is the man of the house."

I remained silent. I knew in part what he was saying was true. Vidya was a strong woman, and if her mother was any indication, she can fend for herself, and she won't have any difficulty finding lovers when she grows older, and Mr. Sarun was no longer on the scene. I knew that the dynamics of our relationship are very different now. Perhaps we can never go back to what they were. I wonder if I had, by giving in to my fetish, have truly fucked himself into a no-win scenario.

"A man who wants his wife to sleep with other men is not a real man. You don't deserve to be treated like a man, and certainly not as a husband." Mr. Sarun scoffed. "I have ordered Vidya that from now on, she should start treating you, her husband, like the spineless sissy you are. You should not be allowed to even touch your wife anymore. Forget having a child with her, you shouldn't even get to fuck her, or even kiss her. You should not be allowed to address her by name or even call her as YOUR wife. You should not even look straight into her eyes when you are alone. You should be totally owned by Vidya and should only get a pity fuck from Vidya when I allow it. She agreed whole heartedly to this."

"Er ... yes, Sir." I gulped. "I ... I accept, Sir."

Even as I mumbled my acceptance, I wondered what Vidya really thought about this new arrangement. I knew I was lucky to have a wife like Vidya. It was true what Mr. Sarun said - she could any day get much better than me, but she was still my loving wife and she still gets worried on the thought of losing me. She has saved my job by being Mr. Sarun's fucktoy, and even got me a nice raise and a promotion.

She still cared for me and had sex with me, while I timidly let her get gang banged, slapped, caned, raped, and passed around like a cheap whore. Good thing that it was in her nature to enjoy this type of sex. And just like now, she still tries to save me from her lover's wrath and humiliation all the time. Hell, she even let me fuck her mother!

Honestly speaking, I knew ... I knew ... I deserved all the humiliation I got and more. I knew I could never do better than Vidya ever, and I love her with a love I cannot explain. This is why I had to continue to trust her ... and continue being the submissive cuckold no matter what happens.

"From now on," Mr. Sarun's voice had broken my thoughts. "I am going to humiliate you more. Because you deserve it. From now on, you are going to wear your wife's panties. Is that clear?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"It's a great way to keep you in 'your place', even as I fuck your wife. I have found that making husbands wear their wife's panties in front of the wife is doubly effective. You are a cuck and deserve no less."

"Er ... I guess, Sir."

"I am thinking of having you actually pose in your wife's thongs in front of us, for our viewing pleasure." Mr. Sarun laughed. "Previously I have had a couple of husbands actually pose and model different pairs of panties to heighten their humiliation. One wife seeing this began laughing and began fingering her husband's little penis in his panties making humiliating comments about his lack of girth and how it was 'fitting' he was wearing panties at that moment. That guy came in seconds. I wonder how long you will last."

"Er ... I am improving, Sir."

Mr. Sarun laughed again.

"This husband, he was more experienced than you, and still ... he ejaculated in mere seconds." He said. "His wife was slapping his ass after fingering his little wiener. They were actually my first regular couple and this was early on in my affair with his wife. From then on, I always made the husband wear bikini panties. His wife made sure he continued wearing them while we fucked."

"My wife and I are your slaves, Sir." I replied in a meek voice. "I will wear what you want me to wear, Sir. When you are ... er ... fucking my wife."

"While I am fucking your wife ... I am not sure if I want you to wear anything." Mr. Sarun interjected. "You should be forced to display your lack of manhood while your wife is bedding a real man with a large cock who will do things to her you never can. I have seen how hard you get ... with your little wee-wee, even as my monster cock plunges into Vidya. By the way, cuck, Vidya tells me that you eat pussy very well?"

"Er ... yes, Sir. I have been told I am very good at that."

Mr. Sarun laughed yet again.

"Do you know what I love to make cucks like you do while I fuck their wives?" He asked. "Sometimes I make the cuck eat the wife out while she sucks me off and sometimes while I'm fucking the wife. I am thinking of having you do a 69 with Vidya on top and I mount her doggy. That way you get a very nice view of me fucking your wife good."

The call soon ended, and since then I had mentally prepared myself for a week of total and abject humiliation. After all, I tried to comfort myself, soon it will be all over.

During pretty much all of his previous visits, I personally was left alone. Mr. Sarun was here to fuck my wife. After all, that's what he was here for. So, when Mr. Sarun humiliated me, it was being called into the room where he was fucking my wife, and insulting me. Making me naked and measuring my dick while fucking my wife. Or comparing my size to his as he was fucking my wife. Or making me watch as he made my wife get orgasm after orgasm while fucking her. Or record them going at it, record him fucking my wife, so he could share videos of my naked wife getting banged, with his friends.

"Still ... There's always a first time with him." Vidya again cautioned me. "And my love, you know ... I won't be able to help you if he gets into the mood."

"I know." I sighed. "He makes you lose control. I know ... I have seen it."

"You don't know half of it." My wife cautioned me. "It's ... it's an addiction. There was that time ... he was licking every inch of me. He was sinking his teeth into my soft flesh and making me cry out. It was both pleasure and pain. My darling ... I wanted him to ... to ... to destroy me. My cunt was so fucking wet! I was begging him to fuck me. At that moment, I'll let him have whatever he wants. I just needed him to fill me up tight."

"Yes, dear."

"Still, after so many months, I get wet every time I think about him. He knows what I like. He just knows, my love. He just does what he wants, jaanu. He ties me to the bed and allows me to watch as he does. Sometimes, he blindfolds me, heightening all my other senses. The darkness makes my cunt twitch. I don't know what's to come. And that makes it even hotter."

I knew what she was saying was true. I had sometimes been on the other side of the door, hearing her animalistic noises escape her body while Mr. Sarun pounded her over and over. Sometimes I had been inside the room to watch, as my wife's cum washed across him. Over and over. Until her body finally stopped vibrating.

"Honey, I understand that this is going to be tough." Vidya admonished me. "Seeing me fucked like that by him will make you horny, and I guess it's now close to two years that you are a cuckold. One year almost as Mr. Sarun's slave. I understand you still get jealous when you see me getting fucked by bigger cocks. But here's the thing - when Mr. Sarun will be here, I am a different woman. I won't care about you. So please ... put on my panties."

For some time after that, we didn't speak. Vidya had come down to do the final dusting and cleaning up. She knew she had a little more time than me, even if Mr. Sarun knocked on the door right at this minute. Usually Mr. Sarun would be shown in by me into the house, and Vidya would be upstairs, changing properly and getting herself ready, before she would come down. I, on the other hand, had to be ready to receive him as soon as he knocked.

Suddenly, after finishing the dusting, my wife walked towards me, and out of the blue, gave me a hug.

"My dear, sweet husband! My jaanu." She cooed, as she repeatedly ran her hand through my hair, and stroked my cheek. "My poor, dear cuckold."

We kissed for a bit. It was so nice to press my lips against my wife's supple ones. I knew that for the next week or so, those lips would be barred for me.

"My jaanu." My wife lovingly said. "You know this week, as Mr. Sarun stays with us, will be tough for both of us."

I didn't say anything but nodded.

"Mr. Sarun is going to use me - your wife - as his wretched slave girl. There's no way to mince words, my love. I am his bitch. I am his cum dump. I am his slave. I am powerless when he visits - I do what he tells me to do. And my love, so do you."

"I know dear, I ..."

SLAP!

Vidya raised a hand and slapped me, hard.

"Hush, darling! I told you to be quiet when I talk!"

SLAP!

"I am so sorry dear."

SLAP!

Vidya slapped me again. It was her way of asserting her control over me. Earlier today, I had been beaming with pride because I gave her a good oral pussy licking session which resulted in Vidya having several orgasms. I had been slapped then also.

"My darling." Vidya gave me a little kiss on my cheek. "Remember, you are a cuckold. I know nowadays you get joy from licking my pussy and worshipping my ass, but I want you to know your place. Especially with Mr. Sarun. Know what you are to me, and what he is. You suck me, other men fuck me. Especially him."

"Yes, my dear." I mumbled, as my wife succinctly put me in my place.

"Do you like it when Mr. Sarun degrades you? Calls you a cuck or a sissy?"

I shook my head.

"So, as I was saying," Vidya gave me another little kiss on my right cheek and continued, "It will be tough on you. You will have to watch as your boss will fuck me, spank me, slap me, cane me, and abuse me. Every one of my holes will be used for his service. Nowadays, my love, he doesn't even allow you to watch me naked. You will be totally and utterly humiliated as long as he is here."

"I know, my love."

As a cuckold who loves my wife, and her high libido, I have long accepted her need for more than just my cock. Some men just have the capacity to ignore everything just to be in love with a particular woman, and I guess I was one of those men. I loved that my wife has found men she felt comfortable with and enjoys having sex with. Yet Mr. Sarun, or Sirjee as my wife called him, was a very different type of lover.

My wife slapped me again.

SLAP!

"My love." She said. "You will just have to stand and watch your boss do what he wants to me. You know we have settled into a lifestyle that works for all of us. I get all the cock I need, having become Mr. Sarun's plaything, and you get to serve us, and while knowing that a real man is servicing your wife and providing her with something you never can."

"Yes, dear."

What I didn't say was, the real winner was Mr. Sarun. He gets to have the best of both worlds; a devoted employee and servant, and a great lady to fuck and abuse.

SLAP!

"Jaanu." My wife kissed my cheek again after slapping me, and continued, "As you know, the Sex between me - your wife and Mr. Sarun - your boss, is pretty intense. And now, on top of this, we have told him that I have agreed to be bred by him. He is like a bull, and I am one of the cows he is going impregnate. I will carry his child inside me for 9 months, and you - a thoroughly cuckolded man - will have to bring up another man's child as your own. Do you know how much of a power trip this will give him?"

SLAP!

My wife slapped me again.

"Jaanu, why give him more reasons to humiliate you? Go upstairs and put on my panties as he has instructed. That way, you will lessen some of the punishment you are going to get, and I am going to get, this time."

"Yes, my love."

I knew what she was saying was correct. Alas, there was no time. Suddenly we both heard the bell ring. My wife and I looked at each other, and Vidya sighed.

"Ok, my poor husband, I pity you." Vidya gave me a good long kiss on the lips. "Let's survive this week. Just don't question Mr. Sarun, babe. Just let him have his way, and he will leave us when he's done. Hopefully."

She headed upstairs to change. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the door.

* * *

"Ah, there's my favourite employee." Mr. Sarun remarked boisterously, as he entered my house. "Get my bag, will you?"

Not only was he rubbing it in my face that he was here to fuck my wife, but he was treating me as his servant as well.

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

I promptly picked up his big suitcase and brought it in, before shutting the main door. Mr. Sarun, by now of course very familiar with the layout of my house, given that he was here almost every month for the last year fucking my wife, had made his way to the living room where he sat down on the main sofa.

It's easy to see why, at more than fifty years of age, Mr. Sarun was still considered a ladies' man. He was over six feet tall, easily towering over me. Even at his age, he was well built - years of going to the gym amidst a worry-free rich life. His clothes fit him well and he knew how to lay on the charm when needed.

"The flight was tiring. Get me a drink, will you, Rajesh." My boss ordered. "Vodka, chilled."

"Yes, Sir."

It took me a minute to prepare his drink. As I brought it back to him on the living room, Mr. Sarun put down his phone. He had been checking some email or message on it.

"Sir, Vidya will be down any moment." I told him, handing him his drink. Mr. Sarun nodded and took a sip.

"Rajesh, I am looking forward to this week." He spoke. "First, of course, it's been a while. I am looking forward to fucking your wife, putting my big cock in her wet pussy. She will orgasm with me, multiple times, and all you can do is perhaps watch. And learn. And know that you can never ever give her the satisfaction that I can."

"Yes, Sir."

"It was a pleasant surprise for me, Rajesh," Mr. Sarun continued. "When Vidya called me and said you and her had agreed to my proposal. That she would go off the pill, monitor her cycles, and allow me to impregnate her. I had always treated her like a prize filly, and talked about breeding her, but I never thought she would agree to it. All she wanted was for me to pay for a two-week holiday for you two in Sri Lanka next week, which is the last time you will have sex with her. After that, she is going to go off the pill. And carry my child in three month's time."

"It would be an honor, Sir." I completely lied about it. "For her ... for my wife ... to carry your child in her womb, Sir. She only gets her pleasure from you, Sir. I ... am just her husband. It is you ... who is the man in her life, Sir."

"It's time, Rajesh, that you started masturbating more." Mr. Sarun could not help himself. He was constantly smirking. "After your vacation next week, when I start my breeding plan for Vidya, you won't be allowed to have sex with her. For the next three months as she becomes pregnant. It is only me who will be having sex with her."

"Er ... yes, Sir. I realize that Sir."

"I mean, it won't be much different for you now. As you admitted, your wife already enjoys the sexual pleasure of sex ... REAL sex ... without any physical contact from you. She gets it from me. All that will matter is that YOU also don't get to enjoy her cunt. How do you feel about that?"

"I understand that, Sir." I replied. "I love and support my wife, Sir. As I said, for Vidya to become pregnant by your seed ... and carry your child ... will be my honor, Sir."

Mr. Sarun took another chug of his drink and then glanced at me. It was a glance that was a mixture of contempt, arrogance and pity.

"You enjoy seeing Vidya become sexually aroused, don't you, you cuckold? Even by another man?"

"Er ... Yes, Sir. I love her. She is so ... beautiful ... and sensual. It excites me to see her receive pleasure, and I love her, no matter what."

Mr. Sarun laughed. It was a laughter of an arrogant man, confident of his own abilities.

"Good. I know you have jacked off many times watching her have sex with me. Her legs in the air, moaning in lust, taking my name, while you cum uselessly on the floor. And she cums too, over and over, on my big cock. She is an incredible fuck, your wife. Of all the sluts I have been with, of all the wives I have fucked, she is unique."

"Yes, Sir. I ... um ... will take your word for it, Sir."

Mr. Sarun took another sip and grinned.

"In a way, you are the perfect couple. When I impregnate her, you will support her. It will make her happy, and during my breeding of her, her orgasms with me will be more intense. My built, my manliness, my physique, is much more than you can ever imagine it to be. Your wife is lucky you are a cuckold. She deserves to be bedded by a man like me."

"Yes, Sir."

"I am going to enjoy fucking the shit out of your wife later tonight."

"Er ... Yes, Sir. She is also ... um ... looking forward to it, Sir."

"Why, there she is!"

Both of us turned to see Vidya descend down the stairs. It was a scene repeated many times throughout last year. I humbly serving drinks to the big man who was going to fuck my wife. Vidya, coming down the stairs, looking like every Indian man's wet dream.

Right now, she was wearing her favourite blue sleeveless blouse, the one with noodle straps, which almost always struggled to contain her breasts. Mr. Sarun loved that blouse, as it had a plunging neckline, giving anyone an abundant view of her cleavage.

She had chosen a pink chiffon sari to complement the blouse. Her hair was flowing loose to her hips. The pallu of her sari was shifted over to one side, and Vidya had tucked her sari an inch below the navel. This gave a great view of her fleshy, milk white belly. On her neck was the mangalsutra. Vidya also had sindoor (vermillion that also only married Hindu ladies wore) on her forehead.

As she walked past me, I could see that the back of her sari clung to her buttocks, and the contour of her rump was apparent with every step she took. Her boobs and her ass cheeks jiggled delightfully as she sauntered across the room to where my tall and strapping boss had now stood up, waiting for her.

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

His hand was massaging her breast through her thin blouse, and his other hand was groping her butt while his mouth was firmly pressed on hers. Mr. Sarun finally stopped kissing my wife and turned to me.

"Rajesh." He ordered, while his hand remained clasped on my wife's buttocks. "Let's see your thong. I did order you to be wearing your wife's underwear, didn't I?"

A chilling silence seemed to descend on the room.

"Er ... Sir." I stammered. "Please excuse me. I was ... meaning to ... but ... err..."

Mr. Sarun's eyes narrowed.

"You mean to say, you didn't follow my orders? After I had explicitly asked you to?"

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

My wife stood beside Mr. Sarun, looking at me with a mixture of concern, and disappointment. And somewhere there, a little big of anger.

After all, she had warned me. Several times. I chose to ignore it, and now here we were.

"Strip completely, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun ordered. "I don't want a single stich of clothing on your body. You don't deserve respect after disobedience to me."

"I am sorry, Sir." I tried to beg his forgiveness. I had been naked in front of him before, but this time I had the feeling it was leading to some punishment. "Please forgive me, Sir. It won't happen again."

"I see." Mr. Sarun replied. He was now standing right in front of me, towering over me.

I did not even see his hand move.

SLAP!

He had slapped me!

... "After all, I don't want him punishing you ... like ... you know ... slapping you, or worse ... you know. I have been caned by him ... as you know ... and spanked ... and slapped ... and it's ... not pleasant, jaanu." ...

This was the first time ever a man had slapped me. It was a hard and powerful blow. I was somewhat in a shock. As the shock cleared, I saw even Vidya had a stunned look on her face - if only for a moment. It was almost instantaneously replaced with a stoic "I-told-you-so" look.

"Strip, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun told me, again. My boss's voice was firm, unwavering. "You will not disobey me again."

Embarrassed, and utterly humiliated, with both my boss and my wife watching, I unceremoniously took out my T-shirt, and then my jeans. I put them on the sofa. Then, sighing, I stepped out of my boxers.

Mr. Sarun stepped forward until he was standing just in front of me. His hands moved fast again.

SLAP!

He had slapped me yet again!

"I didn't want discipline you in front of Vidya, Rajesh." He spoke. "Several times in the past I had wanted to punish you, but I didn't, since Vidya was here. Whatever morsel of dignity you had left in you, in front of your wife, I wanted you to have it. Even when I was fucking your wife, I didn't want to beat you in front of her."

SLAP!

"But I hate disobedience." Mr. Sarun hissed and raised his hand again.

SLAP!

"I'm afraid," Mr. Sarun continued, his eyes narrowing, "This hot good-looking slut wife of yours is going to have to see what a pathetic loser she's married to. Now ... get on your knees, cuckold."

"Please, Sir." I whimpered. "Please don't ... not in front of my wife, I am begging you."

SLAP!

"ON YOUR KNEES! I won't tell you again, Rajesh."

SLAP!

The slaps were utterly humiliating and left me stunned. I had no choice but to kneel, naked, on the floor, not just in front of my angry boss but also my sweet wife, who was sporting a little worried look. Just a little.

"Good", Mr. Sarun remarked. "Now get on all fours so I can kick your ass."

I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes.

SLAP!

He slapped me yet again. I had no choice but to comply. All the time, my wife did not say a thing.

"Vidya." My boss turned to my wife. "Did you remind this cuckold any time before my arrival that he was to wear panties, as per my instructions, and not men's' underwear?"

"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya did not even hesitate to answer, even as she knew her answer was going to lead to greater humiliation for me. "At least a couple of times the cuckold was reminded. He was even warned about being punished."

... At least a couple of times the cuckold was reminded ...

"I see." Mr. Sarun remarked, as he walked around me, so he was standing behind me. "So, he disregarded your warning."

"Yes, Sirjee. The cuckold completely chose to ignore the warnings."

"I see."

WHAM!

Suddenly I felt a sharp kick on my buttocks. It wasn't a hard kick or a brutal one, but fast, and it made me lurch forward and lose balance.

WHAM!

WHAM!

I was kicked a couple of times more. I remained like that, on all fours, on my haunches, naked.

"Stand up." Mr. Sarun ordered. "And ... You should thank me for the kicks."

"Thank you, Sir, for kicking me." I mumbled, as I got to my feet.

"Say it louder. Say 'thank you Sir for showing my wife what a pathetic loser I am'." Mr. Sarun instructed. "Say it, cuckold!"

"Thank you ... Sir ... for ... showing my ... wife ... what a pathetic loser I am." I mumbled loudly. "Thank you ... for kicking me ... Sir."

SLAP!

SLAP!

I was slapped again by Mr. Sarun, twice.

"You forgot to thank me for slapping you."

"Er ... yes, Sir." I stammered. "Thank you, for slapping me, Sir."

SLAP!

SLAP!

Mr. Sarun slapped me again, twice, before he turned to Vidya.

"Vidya, my darling, I was going to have a nice dinner and move to the bedroom with you afterwards, at a leisurely pace. I was going to give you pleasure before starting to ravage your body." He spoke. "But now, because of this fucking cuckold's stupidity, I am irritated. I am angry. I need your pussy to calm me, right now!"

It took Vidya only a moment.

"This way, Sirjee." She smiled and linked her arms with my boss. "I believe you know the way to our bedroom. After all, Sirjee, you are the only man, a REAL man, who has been there!"

* * *

Standing naked outside the master bedroom, which was shut with the thick door, I could only rub my aching bum and my smarting cheeks and listen through the door as to what was going inside with my wife. I could only hope Mr. Sarun wasn't too rough with her.

"What a great pair of titties you have, Vidya," My boss was saying. "Of all my sluts, you have the best boobs.

Of all my sluts. He had others spread throughout US and India. My wife was just a part of his intricate harem.

"Er ... thank you, Sirjee."

"Damn it, Vidya. What a fine lady you are! That's it, down on your knees. Lick it. Ahh, that's good. Now take it into your mouth -- mmm! -- fine, fine bitch. That's it, my slut. Suck my dick."

The sound was so clear I could hear muffled groans and slurps. Occasionally I heard sounds that were sharp like a pistol shot.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Mr. Sarun was slapping my wife. He often loved to slap her when she was giving him a blowjob. I could hear Vidya moaning again as she got into it. My heart was thumping like a hammer, beating hundred times faster than normal. Standing there with my ear to the wall I lost all track of time. I heard a loud groan, then Mr. Sarun's gruff voice again.

"All right, bitch, get on the bed and open your legs. That's it. What a fine sight. Love that tight pussy of yours. I am going to cum in you good. I am going to make you scream my name."

"I always take your name, Sirjee." I heard my wife say softly. "Even when my cuckold husband is fucking me."

I heard Mr. Sarun laugh.

"He won't be cuming in you much longer, baby." He drawled. "Just next week, you take him on a holiday in Sri Lanka and let him fuck you all he wants for two weeks. After that, for the next three months, you are mine."

"Yes, Sirjee. I am looking forward to that, Sirjee. Very much."

"Now lift that pussy. Show it to me. That's it. Easy does it."

I knew Mr. Sarun was now enjoying himself. After all, Vidya's pussy felt so good even on my tiny cock, I can't even imagine how it must feel for a real man. I heard my wife cry out sharply. Then I heard a series of sounds - the bed creaking, my wife squeaking and groaning, and Mr. Sarun grunting and exclaiming. Occasionally I heard sharp smacking sounds. I knew this time he wasn't slapping her; he was spanking my wife on her buttocks.

It went on for a long time, then I heard him issue commands to my wife.

"Turn around now, slut. Get on all fours like your husband did some time ago. Show me that ass! That's it. Good girl."

There followed more rhythmic sounds accompanied by slaps and occasional cries from my wife. I knew my own penis was now rock hard, wondering at the exact scene of what was going on inside.

Finally ... there was a loud cry from Vidya, faster thrusting and then a loud groan from my boss. Then all fell silent. I was in a daze of disbelief. I suddenly became aware of my own surroundings and feelings. I noticed to my shame that my penis was now fully erect. In fact, it was hard as stone. The most humiliating part wasn't that I had been punished in front of my wife, or that my wife was being roughly taken in her pussy behind that closed door. It was how hard it made my cock.

"Sirjee!" I heard Viyda whimper. "I can't wait ... again ... for you to fuck me."

I suddenly felt my penis throb, and then felt the cum spout forth into my thighs. Listening to my wife urging my boss to fuck her cunt again after he just banged her was too much for my dick to handle.

Burning with confusion and embarrassment, I cleaned myself up as best I could, then rushed to the living room.

* * *

Dinner was a sober, quiet affair. It was clear that Mr. Sarun was still upset with me, despite that fact that I had gone upstairs and put on one of the thongs Vidya had given me from her collection. Right now Mr. Sarun and Vidya were seated at the dining table, fully dressed, eating, while I stood at one said, waiting, dressed in only the thong.

"You knew the new rules I had laid out for you, cuckold." Mr. Sarun told me once he had finished his plate. "You are not to call your wife by name. No 'Vidya', you will only refer to her as 'ma'am'. You are not to see her in a state of undress unless I allow it, or she commands you. You are to wear ladies' underwear, not men. Keep your legs and balls shaved. Amongst other things. I had told you all this before, you idiot. You piece of shit!"

"Er ... yes, Sir." I replied gloomily.

"I will now add one thing, you loser. In our presence," Mr. Sarun continued, "You will remain naked. Fully, completely, without a stich of clothing. Not even that thong you are wearing, you pathetic fuck face."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Later this week, I am calling my friends over here. The ones from the Board. We will have a party night. It will be our Annual Poker Night. And your wife ... will be the entertainment."

"Er ... I ... um... yes, Sir."

This was the infamous Annual Poker party that Ashish had warned me about.

"Every year, as I said, we have an Annual Poker Party. The people from the WhatsApp group." Ashish had said. "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. 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."

Mr. Sarun stood up.

"Come, follow me." He ordered ... both to me and my wife. Then he turned specially to me.

SLAP!

Once again, I hadn't seen his hand move - he was so fast. I was being slapped again by him.

SLAP!

"Get my phone, cuckold." He commanded. "I am going to fuck your wife thoroughly now, and you will record it."

"Yes, Sir."

SLAP!

"What will you do, cuck?" Mr. Sarun asked me tauntingly.

"I will ... er ... record you fucking my wife thoroughly, Sir."

"Good!"

SLAP!

"Get my phone. Be fast." Mr. Sarun ordered, and then grinned. "You are an expert in cuming fast, aren't you?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

SLAP!

SLAP!

Just to drive home the point about how dominant a man he was, Mr. Sarun slapped me a few times, while my wife stood there, watching.

And then, about ten minutes later, I found myself in my own master bedroom, while my wife and my boss got busy. Again.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Uh..... Hmmmmm.. UHMG! UHMG! UHMG!"

I was watching my wife, now stripped of her clothing, completely naked as the day she was born, pant and moan continuously. She was on her belly, on the bed, laying spreadeagled. Mr. Sarun, equally naked, was on top of her, ploughing in and out of her.

"Oh God!" My wife yelled. "OH GOD!"

"Ah, you like that, don't you, slut!" Mr. Sarun grinned. "You always love this."

"Oh yes, Sirjee!" My wife murmured. "Unless now you want me in another position. Maybe you want to flip me around."

"May be." Mr. Sarun replied.

They paused their fucking for a bit. I could see Mr. Sarun withdraw out of my wife, his hard cock making a plunk sound as it emerged. Vidya bent her back and hauled herself up. There was a pillow under her belly, that she took out and placed to one side. I was recording all of this on his phone.

"Oh, you had gone in so deep." My wife laughed, as she turned around to lie down on her back. "That felt so ... filling, Sirjee."

"Babe, you needed a real cock." Mr. Sarun grinned, as he positioned himself again. "A real man's cock."

"Oh, this is so beautiful. I am so lucky." My wife replied, before she turned to me. "Rajesh, look at his cock dear. It is sooo much bigger and thicker than yours. I simply cannot resist having his baby, my love. My cuckold! Every time Sirjee is done fucking me, I think ... I must experience it at least once again!"

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

"You know who else is lucky?" Vidya continued. "YOU. You are lucky, Rajesh. That a man this good is fucking your wife, and you are seeing it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank him, cuckold." My wife commanded. "Thank Sirjee for fucking your wife. For doing the job you can't do."

"Yes, ma'am. Er ... thank you, Sir, for fucking my wife. For giving her the pleasure that I can't."

Mr. Sarun laughed again.

"Let me explore deep inside this slut wife of yours, cuckold." He grunted, as he thrust again into my wife, who started to scream in ecstasy again. "Hey loser. Watch me stretch out your wife."

"Er ... yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir, for letting me watch."

"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! Oh, Sirjee!" My wife, oblivious to my humiliation, continued to moan. "UNGH! UNGH!"

Mr. Sarun took his cock in and out, letting my wife's pussy once again adjust to his massive girth and size. Finally, his entire cock was buried in the hot snatch of Vidya.

"Oh God!" Vidya began to moan again. "This feels so good!"

Mr. Sarun leaned in and they kissed long and hard, even as he continued to pump into her.

"Oh Vidya, you're so tight! It's like you're a virgin! Again!"

"Oh, Sirjee! I've never had anyone as big as you! UMGH! UMGH! UMGH! It feels that good. Oh God your cock feels so good! Now fuck me hard, Sirjee! Give it to me!"

They continued to kiss passionately as they fucked. Mr. Sarun had now began ramming hard into my wife, slapping her ass and pinching her boobs as he fucked her like an animal. Vidya was screaming in pleasure, thrusting back her hips for his thrusts and moaning for more.

"Oh, Sirjee! Don't stop!" My wife begged. "Harder! Harder!"

My boss kept on and on, fucking my wife relentlessly. After about 10 minutes of fucking, Vidya came violently. But Mr. Sarun did not stop, still plunging his cock in and out of her convulsing body. In this way, Vidya had three orgasms, one after the other, with Mr. Sarun still going strong and fucking her throughout. Then he slowly withdrew from her and sat up in bed.

"Oh God! Rajesh it is still sooo hard." My wife, delirious and hardly in her senses, wrapped her hands around her lover's shaft. "I must give you a blowjob, Sirjee."

She got down from the bed and went on her knees in front of him and slowly put out her tongue and licked his hard meat.

"Ooooohhh," Mr. Sarun closed his eyes and enjoyed my hot wife licking his hard cock. Vidya was now sucking his cock in earnest.

"Rajesh, you are a lucky man," My boss remarked. "Your wife has got juicy lips. I am going to enjoying cumming in these."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Oh Rajesh, Sirjee is so huge." My wife taunted me, as she continued taking his cock in her mouth. "He completely fills my mouth."

Mr. Sarun turned to my wife and gave her a tight slap.

SLAP!

"Who are you, Vidya?"

If Vidya was confused, she didn't show it.

"Sirjee, I am your slut, and your property."

Mr. Sarun slapped my wife again, this time a little harder.

SLAP!

"I meant both of you, slut."

"Oh, I am sorry, Sirjee. We are both your slaves, and your property, Sirjee. I am his wife, but your slut. I am soon going to carry your child, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun slapped Vidya again, but this time a little more softly.

SLAP!

"Now look into that camera, and tell your husband that you are going to get a face full of cum."

Vidya did as she was asked to do. Mr. Sarun slapped my wife again.

SLAP!

"And what will happen in a few months, my bitch?"

Vidya looked at me straight in the eye and said, "Will you still love me, cuckold, when my breasts and belly starts to swell? My sexy, slim body filling out as another man's baby, a real man's baby, grows inside me?"

"Er ... yes, of course, ma'am." I had to reply. I saw Mr. Sarun give a sardonic smile. He slapped my wife again.

SLAP!

"Good! Now continue."

I could see that Vidya's eyes, despite her punishment, despite being slapped humiliatingly, was full of lust, as she licked and sucked on my boss's penis and scrotum with passion.

"Come here, cuck." Mr. Sarun turned to me. "Hold your wife's hair. I don't want anything to come in between my cock and her lips."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

I obeyed, and I could see Vidya eagerly go down again on my boss. My wife's expert sucking soon paid off as Mr. Sarun moaned, "I'm gonna cum, slut."

Vidya was just able to get his monster out of her mouth as he shot his hot cum all over my beautiful wife's face and boobs. Vidya looked every inch a slut as she lay there coated in his cum from her face down to her boobs. She looked right at me for an instant, knowing how much this turned me on.

"Oh, so much cum, Sirjee." My wife turned to my boss and said seductively, as she dipped a finger into the cum on her body and tasted it. "Mmm this tastes so good, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun, finally spent, turned to look at me.

"Did you like the view, cuckold?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Did you get it all on the phone, cuckold?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"So ... stop recording now, you idiot. And let go of her hair."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Since you are not going to be of any use," Mr. Sarun mocked. "Why don't you go and do the dishes in the kitchen?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Come on, MOVE!" He growled.

Like a trained dog I went to the kitchen. It wasn't like there was anything I could have done. My boss was an alpha man and he was going to do what he wanted.

"And if you are done and want to come back, stay outside and knock first." Mr. Sarun yelled. "I am just getting started with this slut wife of yours."

* * *

Early the next morning, I was up at 830 am, preparing breakfast and brewing some hot coffee. As I cut the onions and prepared the eggs, Ashish's conversation came back to my mind.

When Ashish and I had last seen each other, I had asked him what would happen at this Annual Poker party. Ashish had crossed his fingers and taken a serious look at me.

"You better prepare yourself well for this party. There's usually a lot of booze." Ashish had told me. "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."

I had to ask.

"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 hd explained. "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."

That conversation once again came to my head this morning.

As I began to brew the coffee, I began to lay out my plans. Clearly Mr. Sarun was holding the party at the end of this week, and of course this week he was with my wife, so I was not fucking her. The house already had high-definition cameras hidden, so we would get plenty of footage of these men from the Board having their way with my wife.

... these men from the Board having their way with my wife ...

I just had to prepare myself emotionally. I mean, my wife wasn't cheating on me. There was no dishonesty, mistrust and deceit. In our arrangement, she was being honest and true to herself, and I was being honest and true to myself. My wife had the encouragement of a loving husband who celebrated her pleasure just as my own.

Yeah, right. I could start more on those pathetic thoughts right now.

It was time to take their breakfast to the room, as per Mr. Sarun's instructions last night. I undressed completely, as he had commanded me to be always naked in his presence. I walked up to the bedroom - my bedroom - and knocked.

"Come in, cuck!" Mr. Sarun's voice was gruff.

As I entered the room to bring him and my wife breakfast after their passion filled night, I couldn't help but notice Mr. Sarun's smug expression on his face. It's a bit more cocky than usual. He has a reason for that.

Not only had he slapped me last night, for the first time he had humiliated me by kicking me in my buttocks, that too in front of my wife. I had to even thank him for that. For the first time I was being told that after two weeks, I was cut off from sex with my own wife. Oral would be accepted but from now on, she will fuck only him. My wife was going to carry his baby. It was complete - as far as Mr. Sarun was concerned, he completely owned my wife now, and I was just a servant boy.

As I walked towards the table in the corner, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the two of them lying in bed naked. As always, there was a strong smell of sex and sweat in the room. It had been a long night for her, and their passion was quite loud. It was clear that he had gotten her off repeatedly.

Vidya was resting her head on Mr. Sarun's broad hairy chest and caressing his muscular shoulders and biceps. She had the contented look of a well-fucked woman. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me. I hastily remembered Mr. Sarun's instructions and his strict warning of not looking at my naked wife and glanced away. After all, I didn't want to be punished again.

I needn't have worried. They were so engrossed with each other, that they got busy kissing each other again, completely ignoring me as I placed the breakfast tray with sandwiches and hot coffee on the table in one corner. Mr. Sarun's thick cock was lying across one leg, glistening with my wife's cunt juices. Even when soft, his cock was thicker and longer than mine was when hard. Vidya's legs were soon beginning to spread a little, and I could see a pool of white cum between her legs. She had been freshly fucked, and yet here she was, and Mr. Sarun, ready to go again!

I remained standing in one corner, my eyes cast down at the floor, trying to avoid looking at the amorous couple, especially my wife. When Mr. Sarun finally turned his attention to me, he laughed out loud, and my wife joined in with him.

"Look at that cuckold, trying to avoid looking at his slut wife's big tits and her cunt shamelessly full of another man's cum!" He sneered, even as he tweaked and pinched my wife's nipples.

"Well, Sirjee, he is good at following your orders." My wife laughed, "And all he needed was some tight slaps, and some solid kick to the bum!"

Mr. Sarun laughed, loudly kissed my wife again, and then turned to me.

"Come here, cuckold," He ordered. "Wipe your wife's pussy clean. A pussy that I have just fucked. I give you permission to look."

"Yes, Sir." I replied. As I walked towards them, Vidya couldn't help but taunt me.

"Oh, cuckold, you need to see just how much your boss makes me cum! And he always puts a lot of his cum in me. Soon it will make a baby inside me." My wife said, giggling and eagerly spreading her legs. Cum started to ooze out of her hole like molten lava emerging from a volcano, staining the sheets. It was a lot of cum and I had to stare in shock for a minute. How much was hers, and how much was Mr. Sarun's?

"I have got to be honest, darling." My wife giggled again. "I just cum so much harder with your boss."

"She does because she can do stuff with me that she can never with you." My boss grunted.

"Er ... yes, Sir."

I quickly went to the bathroom to get some tissues and used it to wipe her pussy and thighs. It was still dripping with Mr. Sarun's thick cum which was amazingly still running down her legs. As I cleaned her, I realized I needed more tissues. There was cum on my hands as well when I finally finished. I went to the washroom and washed my hands.

"Come here cuckold." Mr. Sarun ordered. "Be fast, or I will slap you again."

"Er ... yes, Sir." I hastily made my way to them again.

"Now crawl between her legs and start licking Vidya's pussy," Mr. Sarun ordered. "I hear you are quite good at licking pussy."

"Um ... I guess so, Sir."

"Good. And while you are licking her pussy, I want you to hump your wife's leg as you do it, like a dog."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Remember ... like a dog."

Mr. Sarun made me crawl between Vidya's legs and start licking her pussy. They both laughed hard as I humped her leg while licking her cunt. My cock, rapidly hardening, was rubbing against the smooth skin of her leg and thighs as I kissed and licked her cunt. It was an amazing sensation, and I couldn't control myself. Within moments I felt myself explode and came all over her leg.

"See, I told you, Sirjee." My wife complained. "He doesn't even last one minute."

"Now clean that up!" Mr. Sarun commanded.

I took more tissues and this time wiped my cum off her leg, as my she and my boss continued to talk, completely ignoring me.

"Did it bother you when your husband agreed to be cuckolded the first time?" Mr. Sarun asked my wife. "With his then boss Gaurav?"

"I wasn't shocked when my husband first agreed to be a cuckold." Vidya answered my boss. "With his ... er ... small penis, I knew he only had small dick energy. When he finally became a cuckold, it allowed me to embrace my freedom, have fun with others. That time, Gaurav was his boss. I fucked him ... and then I fucked the milkman. And when I met you, Sirjee, I could finally enjoy the kind of sex that every woman fantasizes about, Sirjee."

I really hoped she was saying this just for Mr. Sarun's benefit. I had no time to ponder on it, as my boss turned to me.

"Now, Rajesh, watch," Mr. Sarun ordered. "And learn a thing or two."

"Er ... thank you, Sir." I mumbed. I was thanking him for allowing me to watch as he fucked my wife! "So may I look at Vidya ma'am, Sir, even though she is ... um ... naked?"

Mr. Sarun laughed.

"You piece of shit!" He scoffed. "Yes, go stand in that place and watch me fuck your own wife... hmmm ... on second thoughts, wait. Actually ... go get me that bottle of olive oil on that dresser."

"Sure, Sir." I went and got him the olive oil, wondering what he wanted it for. I soon found out.

"You, see, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun smirked. "Like I told your wife, and soon to be my baby momma, a woman's not really a slut until she's been well fucked IN THE ASS. Among other things, it teaches the lady who the boss is. And by now, your slut wife knows who the boss is. Don't you, Vidya?"

"Of course, Sirjee." My wife purred. "You are my boss and I am your slave, Sirjee. I may be another man's wife, but even he knows I am your slut. Only yours. I love being fucked by you Sirjee, even in the ass."

"Good. Now Vidya, kneel like I want you to. I am now going to lube you up nice and pretty."

I watched as Vidya knelt on the bed, her back to me. She was completely naked, of course. Mr. Sarun used his hands to flick at the inside of her thighs, making her spread her legs even more. A pillow was placed under her chin and Vidya rested her head on it, face down. She was now positioned on the end of the bed with her legs spread, her ass elevated, and both her pussy and ass holes on display and available for easy access for Mr. Sarun's cock.

Mr. Sarun splashed olive oil over his hands, and into the crack of my wife's ass. He first slid one finger into the pussy before him, and then began to probe into my wife's rectum with his oily fingers. Vidya responded with moans, then shuddered when caught by a small climax.

"Would you look at that, cuckold." Mr. Sarun exclaimed. "I don't even have the bitch open yet and she's cumming already. What a great slut she is! Don't you agree?"

What could I say or do except nod helplessly? My wife was a slut. His slut.

"He fucked me so hard last night, babe." My wife was purring. "I am so glad I will have his children."

His children? Plural? We only talked about one child! And it was supposed to be an act!

Mr. Sarun soon had two fingers in my poor wife's rectum, and then a third. Her moans were louder now, and more shudders came over her from time to time. Mr. Sarun seemed to take a perverse pleasure in prolonging Vidya's agony. My wife had been right - the fact that she had agreed to be bred by him seemed to have made him even more dominant. He was acting as if he was taking full ownership of my wife - his slave girl - and her womb. After poking her for a few more minutes, lathering her insides with more oil, Mr. Sarun finally seemed satisfied, proclaiming Vidya's ass ready for use.

I looked at her. Vidya's butt was glistening with baby oil. Mr. Sarun, by this time, had gotten off the bed and walked around to be standing in front of her, facing her. My wife raised her head off the pillow, and slowly placed a hand on the body of the man standing by the bed, facing her, and started to move up his body.

Mr. Sarun stood there, looking mighty pleased with himself. His rock hard athletic body, despite his age, was in firm contrast to my own pudgy figure. As Vidya traced one hand up his body, another hand wriggled down to grasp his monstrous appendage.

They were now kissing, again. Vidya's arms were wrapped around my boss's back, while his hands were on her ass. As they sucked each other's tongue, his hands groped and cupped her oily buttocks. Then he raised one hand and smacked her butt cheek.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Her left butt cheek quivered as he spanked her, while his other hand continued to squeeze and pinch her right butt cheek.

"Oh, Sirjee!" Vidya cried out, as Mr. Sarun stopped kissing her. She licked her lips, and then gave him to quick pecks on his cheeks. My boss looked her at her, and then nodded, indicating for her to go down. Vidya quickly acquiesced. She went down on all fours, bending over to move her mouth to my boss's giant cock. As she sucked him there, Mr. Sarun continued to knead and smack my wife on her caboose.

"Oh, Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun exclaimed. "What a good cocksucker your wife is."

"I ... thank you, Sir."

"Rajesh, go get me a cold drink. Vodka again."

"Yes, sir."

When I was back with his drink, Mr. Sarun had one hand in my wife's pussy, rubbing her there while she continued to suck his penis. Seeing me with the drink, my boss gave my wife a resounding slap on her ass.

SMACK!

"OK, sweet cheeks." My boss told Vidya. "Get up. Crawl over to the headstand. Time for you to get fucked in the butt."

"Yes, Sirjee."

My wife stopped what she was doing and crawled over the bed to the headstand. She remained on all fours, waiting. She reminded me of a dog - a bitch - that was faithfully waiting for her master.

Mr. Sarun finished the drink and handed me the glass back. He then climbed on the bed and positioned himself behind Vidya.

"Rajesh!" He turned and saw me standing and barked an order at me. "Get my phone out of my jacket. Make sure you are recording this."

"Yes, sir."

My boss placed a hand on my wife's buttocks. His phallus, now enlarged and ready, was just behind my wife's pussy. With a grunt, Mr. Sarun plunged into my wife Vidya.

"OOOOOH!" Vidya moaned, as Mr. Sarun's manhood ploughed into her. "Sirjee! OOOOH YES!"

"Randi!" Mr. Sarun mocked her. "What a piece of meat you are! Having sex with your husband's boss in front of him! Getting fucked in the gaand, no less!"

"OOOH." Vidya hardly heard him. Her hands were clutched around the pillows under her as her ass gamely took a pounding from my boss. "AAAAAAH."

I recorded him fucking my wife in the ass. There was something so gloriously beautiful watching my fair skinned wife gamely take a big cock in her ass, especially when she looked up and smiled at me a few times.

They went at it for almost five minutes. His hands were around her waist as he hammered her, while she hung on for dear life. Then, as he slowed down, my wife turned back to look at me.

"Darling." She called out to me, her eyes big and her face lighting up with a smile. "Come closer. I want you to watch. His dick ... he's so big ... he hits spots you never can, darling."

"Yes, dear ... er ... ma'am." I awkwardly replied. "I AM watching."

"Record from a little closer, cuckold." Vidya instructed, even as Mr. Sarun smacked her bum. "Please. I need the video later to get me off when Sirjee is not here. Your cock won't do it."

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

"You want to put your baby cock into my ass, cuck!" My wife taunted me. "But as you can see, only real men are allowed to do it!"

"Er ... yes, ma'am. I can see that."

Mr. Sarun's jaw was set, and he was moaning too, along with my wife, on whose face pleasure was clearly written, even as she was impaled on Mr. Sarun's huge cock. Erotic sensations were clearly flowing through her belly, and both the rod pumping into her rectum and Mr. Sarun's finger in her clit combined to send a powerful orgasm gushing through her body.

"Oh, fuck!" My wife moaned, before turned to me again. "I can't believe he is still in my ass, babe. He is so big! And look at you ... you are so hard! Just watching us! You love this just as much as me, don't you?"

"Er ... I guess so, ma'am."

My wife then turned her attention fully to her lover. Soon she began to moan and scream very loudly.

"CUM IN ME, SIRJEE! PLEASE! CUM IN MY PUSSY!" My wife was begging my boss now.

Mr. Sarun nodded. There was a large sound as he withdrew from my wife's ass. My wife turned around to face him, even as Mr. Sarun spread Vidya's legs and entered her pussy.

I stood there, naked, and watched him fuck my wife, this time in her pussy. I almost felt like a girl, standing there next to his enormous cock going in and out of my wife. He was literally lifting her with it.

Because Mr. Sarun had already come once it seemed to take him forever to cum. I watched jealously as he pounded my eager wife, switching positions a few times, and making her scream with pleasure as she came repeatedly. She was completely ignoring my presence, fully engrossed in making love to my boss.

"What's your fantasy, slut, for later this week?" He asked her, as he continued to pound her.

"Oh... Sirjee." My wife answered with gritted teeth. "I want to be surrounded by men ... UNGH ... covered in their cum ... UNGH ... and watched by my cuckold ... UNGH ... as he stands there ... UNGH ... helpless to intervene ... UNGH!"

There had been a few times recently when my wife had said I made her cum, but watching her as she had non-stop orgasms on Mr. Sarun's cock, I wondered if she had been faking it with me every single time.

"Slut." Mr. Sarun grunted as he continued to thrust into my wife. "When you finally become a mother to my child, how are you going to explain my dark Tamil child and your not-so-dark non-Tamil husband to everyone?"

"Oh, Sirjee!" My wife was now in the throes of her passion, her legs up in the air. "Ungh! Ungh! I don't care, Sirjee! Just give it to me. OOOOH Sirjee! Please cum in me."

Mr. Sarun didn't want to come immediately, and continued to pump my wife. However, Mr Sarun, despite being the man he was ... even he couldn't last forever, and within ten minutes he shot his wad into Vidya's pussy. Mr. Sarun held my wife to him for a long time while continuing to kiss her passionately, delighting in the feel of her breasts and nipples against his chest, and her warmth on his softening cock as it soaked inside her velvet cunt.

When he was finally done, my wife turned to look at me.

"Honey," She said, contempt dripping from her voice. "A real man wouldn't agree to his wife to carry another man's baby. He wouldn't stand to one side while another man fucks his wife. But you are not a real man, are you, hun?"

"Er ... I guess not, ma'am."

"That's right." She scoffed. "You are a cuckold. Did you put the breakfast in the tray?"

"Yes, ma'am. And both of your coffees too."

My wife turned to my boss.

"Thank you for fucking me like that, Sirjee." She said. "My husband needed to see just how good that makes me cum. Now ... please order my husband to leave, Sirjee."

"Rajesh." Mr Sarun nodded and turned to order me. "Leave. Go to the office."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

I left with my head held low in angst. Mr. Sarun had just demonstrated his total domination of my wife. In the early days of my marriage, I used to think Vidya only liked slow romantic sex, and not rough sex. Of course, now I knew otherwise.

I was also a little hard - so I needed to wank before I headed out, and so I returned to my room for that. Breakfast had been served.

* * *

For the rest of the week, every day was pure torture for me. Even though Vidya was still on the pill, and her breeding wasn't starting yet for a month, Mr. Sarun seemed to be on a mission to as if to impregnate her. He treated her like a total sex slave - nothing but eat, sleep and cum, on repeat, for my wife. She was having so many orgasms that she later confessed she was starting to lose her grip on reality. Mr. Sarun was constantly cumming inside her pussy, leaving her screaming with ecstasy. My boss was in my bedroom, and in my wife, pretty much the whole time

Every morning I left early for work and returned late. Whenever I was home, I was humiliated and scolded by my boss. I was slapped and kicked by Mr. Sarun in front of Vidya. Mr. Sarun seemed to have convinced Vidya that I was now completely useless, and the way Vidya taunted me, I could swear that she had lost any remaining love or respect for me - her husband.

I just hoped, really hoped, that it was all an act for Mr. Sarun's benefit, and not her lust or admiration for my powerful boss that was talking. I, of course, went along with it, pretending to just have accepted my fate, even as my boss kicked me on my bum.

After all, at the end of every fling with Mr. Sarun, Vidya always came home to me. She got a thrill from telling me all the details - how rough Mr. Sarun had treated her ... how he took her like a whore ... how it hurt because his cock is so big, and how she begged him not to stop. She knew it turned me on to hear how he used her wife like a fuckdoll.

Fucktoy

Cockwhore

Property

Kitten

Pet

Baby girl

Cumdump

Good girl. Good cocksucker

Fuckmeat

Sweetchicks

Babydoll

Bimbo

Skank

These are just some of the terms he had for her. And now, in addition to humiliating her, he was also humiliating me.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"You are a cuckold." Mr. Sarun would taunt me, as he slapped me. "A cuckold should be completely humiliated, stripped of all dignity, and you should give up any hope of EVER having a kid with Vidya or ever even getting your wife back. You should spend the rest of your life fulfilling your cuckold duties."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

Not just content with slapping me, Mr. Sarun also punished my wife, spanking her a few times. Once, after sex, he ordered her to kneel on her knees in front of him as he raised his hand.

SLAP!

"I am not happy that you actually took the time to think about getting bred by me." He said, as he slapped her hard.

SLAP!

"You are my slave girl and I should just demand that you get off the pill."

SLAP!

"My slave, my slut, my womb."

SLAP!

"You should have jumped at the opportunity."

SLAP!

And of course, after that, he fucked her again.

* * *

On Thursday, just as I was about to leave the office and head home, I got a call on my cell. It was Ashish.

"Hey, Rajesh." His voice was crisp and business like. "All set for tomorrow?"

"Yes, Sir." I replied. Even though I was alone in my office and the door was closed, I still lowered my voice. "I have tested and retested all the equipment. Everything should be ready for tomorrow night, Sir. As you wanted."

"Good." Ashish's tone was measured. "I am not going to make any move until your wife gets those shares, don't worry. After that, get her on the Board, and I will also make my approaches once I have the videos."

"Yes, Sir."

"And Rajesh, are Narges and Rukmani at your place?"

Narges and Rukmani worked as maid servants at Mr. Sarun's palatial home in Kolkata. Narges was the older woman, and she was married to an older man named Fateh, another servant of Mr. Sarun. Narges was plump, shapely, with a big buxom chest and a big ass. While her hair was now quite grey, it wasn't hard to imagine she had been a pretty woman in her youth. She always had a stern demeanor and all the other maids in the house deferred to her.

Rukmani was the younger maid, and the wife of Mr. Sarun's driver Imtiaz. She was originally from Nepal, so she had slight oriental features and a darker skin. Being young, she was petite, and slim.

And just like my wife, both Narges and Rukmani served Mr. Sarun in every way. His house was a proper harem, and every woman living in that house was his comfort girl. Poor Fateh and Imtiaz had to live being cuckolded every day when Mr. Sarun would visit from USA. Just like me.

"Yes, Sir." I answered Ashish's question. "Both Narges and Rukmani flew in this morning. They are at my place now."

"They won't discover the cameras, will they?"

"Er ... no, Sir. I am very confident I have hidden them properly."

"Good."

Click.

The call was over.

As I walked to my car, I wondered about that momentous first night when Mr. Sarun had demonstrated his power over other men's wives. If you remember the story, we were at his palatial house in Kolkata. It was nighttime, and we were by the pool.

Vidya was seating on Mr. Sarun's lap, dressed in just a two piece swimming suit, and they had been kissing. Rukmani had initially dragged me away by the ear to give them some privacy, and now on our return, we saw that my wife had her eyes closed and her mouth open. My boss's tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his arms.

Soon Mr. Sarun was standing, his zipper open, and his monster cock exposed. My wife wanted to touch his member but looked at me with hesitation.

"Don't worry about your husband." Mr. Sarun comforted my still hesitant wife. "He's going to sit quietly over there, like the good little wimp he is. Aren't you, Rajesh?"

It was to be the first of a year long series of my humiliation at his hands.

"Yes, Sir."

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

"No, Sir."

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

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

Pretty soon my wife was gently touching and then stroking my boss's giant manhood. I remember thinking, it wasn't even hard, and it was huge.

Suddenly Mr. Sarun had told Vidya to stand up. Then he had ordered Rukmani to come and stand on his other side. This was how I remembered that scene, my boss -- a giant of a man, naked from the waist down and a huge cock hanging with enormous balls swinging in the wind -- and a woman on each arm. He had his arms wrapped around the waist of Vidya on one side, and Rukmani on the other. Both women looked at him adoringly, and Vidya's hands were still on his cock.

Mr. Sarun continued to parade the women on his arm. Rukmani and Vidya.

"Rajesh! Some men collect coins, some stamps." He boasted his famous boast. "Me? I collect other men's wives."

.. Me? I collect other men's wives ...

Both Rukmani and Vidya laughed with him. He then let them go and patted both women on their behind. "Wives are the ultimate objects to collect, don't you think so, Rajesh?"

"Er, yes sir."

"You wouldn't know though." Mr. Sarun laughed. He had then again grabbed both women on either arm. He turned to Rukmani and kissed her passionately. Then he turned to Vidya and did the same. Both women were like putty in his arms.

"Wives are so nice to collect -- other men's wives." Mr. Sarun laughed. "I get the mind-blowing sex from them while the husbands get the nagging."

All those thoughts and images came flooding to my mind as I walked to the car. And of course, the final taunts of Mr. Sarun that night.

"Who is going to fuck your wife tonight, Rajesh?"

"Sir, you, Sir." I had replied.

"And who will fuck her for the whole week, Rajesh?"

"Sir, you are most welcome to her for the week, Sir." I had practically groveled.

As I drove towards home, I started to think about Narges and Rukmani. Unlike Vidya, who was planning to betray Mr. Sarun after getting her shares, Narges and Rukmani were Mr. Sarun's most loyal sluts. While Narges and Rukmani were allowed to call Mr. Sarun by name, my wife Vidya was not even allowed that luxury. She still called him 'Sirjee', while they called him 'Sarun'. This was rewarding their years of loyalty.

I had to be careful of what I said, and did, around them. Under no circumstances must they suspect I had ulterior motives for the Annual Poker Night, except to live out my ultimate cuckold fantasy. I was also glad it was just those two who had come, and not their husbands. I knew sometimes Mr. Sarun would make Vidya have sex with Imtiaz and Fateh.

"Those two cuckolds," Mr. Sarun had once laughed, referring to the husbands of Narges and Rukmani. "They lead a wretched life. Whenever I am here I fuck and treat their wives like chattel in front of them, and they have to smile and endure it because I support their needy families back in the village. The least I can do is share my new maal with them."

That "new maal" of course was my wife. All those thoughts came to my head as I pulled into my driveway.

As I knocked on the door, I was in for a surprise. Vidya opened the door. She was dressed in a purple nightie.

"Sirjee, I mean Mr. Sarun, is not here." She told me. "He had to go attend to something and will be back later tonight. Maybe around 11 or so."

"I see." I nodded and entered. It was now 830 pm. I wondered what was that 'something' he had to attend to.

"Please freshen up and come to the living room quickly." Vidya told me. "Narges wants to say something to both of us."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Narges is not in the best of moods." Vidya warned me. "I have already been caned today once, and I don't want that to be repeated."

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

Around twenty minutes later, both Vidya and I were waiting in the living room, along with Rukmani. Soon Narges entered. She was dressed in the simple sari of a maid. To our surprise, we saw that Narges was carrying a cane in her hand, and I saw Vidya stiffen. I knew that Narges had caned her today, and I hoped none of us were going to get caned this time.

"Namaste, memsaab." Narges greeted my wife, giving a sardonic smile, before turning to me. "Good evening, cuckold."

"Hi, Narges." Both my wife and I returned her greetings. Narges tapped the edge of the cane against the palm of her hand.

"I have some instructions for both of you."

Suddenly she looked at me sharply.

"Cuckold. Why are you not naked?"

"Er ..." I stammered.

Narges quickly walked up towards me.

SLAP!

Narges's fingers left bright red marks on my cheek even as my face flushed with shame. Once again I was being slapped in front of my wife.

SLAP!

"In our presence, cuckold, you are to be naked." Narges ordered. "We will give you a break tomorrow for the party, where you may be clothed, but otherwise ..."

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Narges." I apologized. "I didn't realize ..."

SLAP!

As my wife watched me stoically, Narges continued to slap me.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

After about seven more slaps she stopped.

"Strip." She ordered.

"Yes, Narges."

This time there was no hesitation. I took off my shirt, my trousers, and then the thong of Vidya's that I had been wearing. I folded them all and placed it on the sofa, and then remained standing. I could see both Narges and Rukmani had a smile on the corner of their lips as I was humiliated once again in front of Vidya.

Narges turned to Vidya.

"Ready to have some fun tomorrow, dear?" Narges asked. "You are going to be the main source of entertainment tomorrow for sex starved middle aged men!"

"Er, yes, Narges." Vidya hesitated before replying. "I guess I am up for it. I have been with these men before, so I know their ... tastes."

"Good! Then you will be on your best behavior, right, memsaab? You will show them all a good time?" Holding the cane in her right hand, Narges tapped the end of the cane against the palm of her left hand. "After all, you don't want Sarun to complain, and then me to cane your ass. Again!"

"Er, no, Narges. I don't want that." Vidya answered sincerely. "And any advice for tomorrow? Please tell me all I have to do, and I plan to obey."

"You will be obedient and follow my instructions?"

"Yes, Narges. I will. You know that. I will be your bitch. I am Sirjee's slut."

"Good."

Narges then gave some detailed instructions to both of us. What type of food to order. Where the food was to be served, and when. What type of drinks were needed. What type of dress Vidya and Rukmani were to be wearing. And so on. She spoke for almost half an hour, giving us comprehensive directions. When she was done, Narges glanced at her watch.

"Sarun had called me earlier." She said. "He will be back in an hour. I suggest you all finish your dinner; he has already eaten. When he comes back, Rukmani and Vidya ... you both will accompany him to bed."

Narges then turned to me.

"Take your stuff from the guest bedroom to the servant bedroom, cuckold." She ordered. "I will be sleeping in the guest room, and you in the servant quarters."

"Er ... yes, Narges."

* * *

It would be a long night for both Rukmani and Vidya. Mr. Sarun had apparently completed yet another business deal - a takeover - on his terms, and he was extremely pleased with himself, and full of energy. Energy whose only outlet he could think of was in ravaging these women - one of them my wife. And the other was the wife of his driver. Two slutty women who were ready to give in to every demand of his.

Mr. Sarun lay in the middle of the bed with a slut wife on each side. An arm around each of their necks pulled them close to him, and each lady cooperated by pressing her soft feminine body against his broad muscular manly body.

Vidya had later told me that she had dozed off first, exhausted from having sex all day, while Mr. Sarun got busy with Rukmani. She later said it must have been around three or four in the morning when she was awakened by the sound of moaning and movement in the bed.

Shaking the cloud of drowsiness from her mind, Vidya saw that Mr. Sarun was just getting on top of Rukmani. She had been sucking him for a while, so he was now fully erect and ready. Rukmani was lying on the bed, spread eagled. In a single powerful thrust, Mr. Sarun drove all of his monster cock into that tender pussy, all the way to the hilt. Soon he was fucking his maid in earnest.

"Mmm. MMM. Mmmm!" Rukmani continued to moan as her master thrust into her again and again. Mr. Sarun then turned to look at my wife.

"Oh good, slut, you are awake." Mr. Sarun saw that Vidya was now up and watching them. "Come here."

All this, I am writing, based on Vidya's recollections later, of course. Vidya mumbled something and moved closer to the fornicating couple.

"Oh Sarun! Oh Sarun! Oh Sarun!" Rukmani was constantly moaning. "Cum in me. Please!"

Mr. Sarun, however, had other plans.

At the crucial moment of his climax Mr. Sarun pulled his member out of poor Rukmani's cunt, and straddling my surprised wife, he ejaculated on to Vidya's face. One spurt landed across her lips up past her nose. Another across one eye and a third on her forehead. The final spurts came with less force and landed on her breasts.

"Alright Rukmani." He turned back to the equally surprised maid, who was still shaking from her orgasm. "Go ... lick off my cum from this slut's face and tits."

"Yes, Sarun."

My boss watched as one of his slave girls made her way over to the other and started to nibble and suck on her breasts. My wife couldn't help but moan softly as Rukmani licked and slurped at her breasts and then her lips and cheeks, licking each and every drop of Mr. Sarun's precious cum.

Then it was my wife's turn to be fucked.

"Lick me hard, Rukmani." Mr. Sarun ordered, taking a cruel grip in her hair and yanking her to where she was nose to nose with his cock. "Nice and slow."

It took longer this time, but gradually Mr. Sarun became erect again. He laid my wife face down with a pillow under her hips, her buttocks raised, and her legs spread eagled.

"Take a video." He ordered Rukmani. As she rushed to comply with his order, Mr. Sarun's hard male rod probed and prodded along the crack of Vidya's ass, hunting, searching, for the hole of her pussy. As my wife described it later, she was quivering with excitement. He was not even inside her, yet small orgasmic shocks came bubbling up thru her loins from the erotic tension of this extraordinary night.

Soon, the tip of his big round cock wedged its way between her pussy lips. Then came a powerful hunch of his hips, and four, maybe five, more inches of man meat forced their way inside my wife's trembling cunt. A second such thrust and he was all the way in.

As Rukmani cheered them on, my wife lay under her master and at his mercy, split open and pegged to the bed by a huge phallus that stretched her female channel to its limit. As Mr. Sarun rode her, his chest pressed against her back, weighing her down, holding her prisoner. His lips nibbled at the nape of her neck. His tongue explored her ears, inside and out. His arms and hands, jammed between her torso and the bed, fondled her tits and pinched her nipples. Helpless, defenseless, my wife was now shuddering as each orgasm after orgasm ravaged her body.

All my wife could do was bite down on the sheet to muffle her screams as Mr. Sarun continued to fuck her, and each stroke of his cock bringing her orgasms that exploded in her belly like artillery fire.

"OK, slut, I am coming." Mr. Sarun announced.

And then like the lightening flash of a summer storm, it was all over. My wife's vagina overflowed with sticky cum. Mr. Sarun remained on top of her, kissing her neck and back, while under her his big hands continued to play with her tits and nipples. For a very long time they remained like that, almost lovers rather than master and slave, hooked together by a softening cock soaking in female pussy juice and male semen.

Usually, I would have spent half the night outside the master bedroom door, trying to listen in to the sounds and imagine what was happening inside, but tonight I was tired, and I knew I needed strength for Friday. Besides, Narges was sleeping in the guest bedroom, and I was relegated to the servant's quarter. I didn't want to risk getting seen by Narges, so I had slept.

The next morning, I knocked and entered the master bedroom with the breakfast tray. As I put it on the side table, I saw Mr. Sarun emerge from the shower and into the bedroom, where Rukmani and Vidya scrubbed his back, washed his cock, balls and ass, before drying him and helping him dress in the pants and shirt that Narges had brought for him.

I was dismissed from the room. Knowing I had a long day ahead, I got dressed and headed to work.

It was Friday, the day of the Annual Poker Night.

* * *

Around 2 pm, I got a call from Vidya while I was at work.

"Hi darling." She said, her voice betraying no mention of the fact of what was going on in our lives.

"Hi, ma'am." I answered perfunctorily. "How's everything?"

Even though I was not at home, I called her ma'am just out of force of habit.

"Oh, same old same old." Vidya giggled, and then sighed. "I got a good old fashioned ass caning from Narges this morning. Again. You won't believe how red my ass is right now. Something I did to upset her and Sirjee."

"Oh."

"Anyways, darling, I called to let you know all our guests are confirmed for this evening."

"Er ... yes, I know." I gulped. "I wanted to tell you all arrangements are done, ma'am."

All arrangements - meant not only the food and drinks, but the cameras that Ashish wanted set up and tested to record all the debauchery.

"These are important people." Vidya informed me. "So ... Mr. Sarun wants you to come home later ... around 8 or 9 pm. The guests will be here around 7 pm, so this will give them time to become familiar and comfortable before you come."

I loved Vidya's euphemisms.

... this will give them time to become familiar and comfortable before you come ...

"Familiar and comfortable" meant fucking my wife at least a couple of times. And they didn't know that everything would be recorded.

Great! My life just got even more complicated.

* * *

I arrived home around 8 pm. As I turned the key on my apartment door, I heard an animated conversation taking place in the dining room. Voices! That too of many men! My stomach turned. Even though I had been preparing myself for this eventuality, I was still a bit apprehensive.

In a way, I was completing full circle. I first became a cuckold when Vidya had slept with my boss Gaurav. We had set him up and got him fired, and then I had got a promotion. Now, Vidya was going to sleep with the Board, and once again we were setting them all up for another betrayal. I really hoped we had all our arrangements in place.

And of course, I had to trust Vidya. I had to trust Ashish. I had to trust ... myself.

Taking a deep breath, I entered my own house, and took a quick check as to who had already come by then.

The first was Kumar. He was the husband of Mr. Sarun's cousin sister, and another member of the board. In fact. It was Kumar who had first taken me aside, after we had leaked Gaurav's video, and told me it was Vidya in the video. Of course, he had thought I didn't know, and he was sympathetic. I had of course pretended and told him we were having some troubles and had gone for counselling. Now here he was, with full knowledge of Vidya's slutgiri, so as to speak. Kumar's wife was one of the real shareholders of the company, but she had no interest in business, so Kumar was the one who attended all the Board meetings.

The second was Hiren, another distant relative of Mr. Sarun, and another member of the board. Hiren wasn't a pleasant man, and I had dealt with him a couple of times only, and both times had not been good encounters. I usually avoided him during company outings. He had a reputation as a philander, despite being married, and also 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 per Ashish, he loved to fuck women in the ass, especially my wife.

The third was 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 Mr. Sarun's father were friends, and he invested in Mr. 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.

And then there were a few others. I counted three. I didn't know them personally, but I knew they were Mr. Sarun's well-connected friends, and they must have been on the Board. Probably they were the representatives of the banks. All part of the Whatsapp group. Only Ashish was missing, with the excuse that he suddenly had fallen sick.

* * *

The whole dinner was seemed to be unreal to me. We were all talking about our office work, and various projects, and discussing negotiation strategies with our multinational clients, while at the same time the men would openly grope or pinch my wife' buttocks whenever she came to serve them food or drinks or refill the plates. They would just carry on the conversation as if nothing was happening, while their hands were patting or squeezing on my wife's big bottom. Vidya would remain still, a smile or a giggle on her face as the men had their way with her, and then they would pat her on the rump to let her know they were done. She would then move on to the next guest who beckoned at her.

At the same time our guests would look at me with a smirk and a derisive look on their face, while my eyes would be downcast, ashamed, unable to meet their gaze even if I had to make small talk with them while they were enjoying my dear wife's charms.

After dinner was over, mercifully, Mr. Sarun asked me to help my wife and Narges clear the table as they went to the living room.

"Oh my buttocks!" Vidya exclaimed, as soon as we were in the kitchen. "My poor bum!"

"Why, what happened?" I foolishly asked.

Before Vidya could reply, Narges answered on her behalf.

"She was spanked this morning by Sarun, and then me." Narges said. "And now she is being groped and pinched by your guests. What do you think, cuckold?!"

I couldn't say anything else. Ashamed, I helped the ladies clear the table and load the dishwasher, and then carried the drinks to the living room for the men.

* * *

Soon the party was in full swing. After dinner, most of the men were playing poker. One or two, who had no interest in cards, was spending time talking with Vidya and Rukmani. And when I say talking, they were on the couch, making out. I was busy, serving drinks and small snacks. I saw one of them take my wife to one of the rooms. I pretended to ignore it, and the noises soon emerging from that room, and went back to the cards table.

About an hour into the game, suddenly Mr. Sarun stood up. All of a sudden, all activities stopped. Everyone looked at him expectantly.

"Where is Vidya?" He turned to me and asked.

"Er ... I think she is in the kitchen, Sir." I mumbled. Vidya had just returned into the main room and had gone to the kitchen, probably to adjust her clothing and makeup after the latest round with whoever had fucked her.

"Call her." Mr. Sarun ordered.

A brief moment later Vidya entered the living room. When she saw all of us staring at her, in a circle, a sudden look of fear came over my beautiful wife's lovely face. Mr. Sarun had her stand before all the guests and then he told her to strip.

"I want you out of that dress, Vidya." Mr. Sarun ordered. "Strip ... NOW."

Vidya was almost in tears as she looked first to me, then to my boss, hoping for some kind of help from the plight she now found herself faced with.

"Mr. Sarun ... Sirjee ... please ..." She begged. "Please, not in front of everyone else. Please."

My boss calmly raised a hand.

SLAP!

"I don't like being disobeyed, Vidya." He stated with great composure.

"Sirjee, please." Vidya begged. "You know I am ready to do ..."

SLAP!

SLAP!

As my boss clouted my wife, I saw a few of the attendees cast a glance at me, to see how I would react, or whether I would defend my Vidya. I remained rooted to the spot, my eyes cast downwards in shame, unable to take any action. I heard a few scoffs and some sneers.

"Vidya, Vidya, Vidya." My boss sighed. "Do you want even more punishment, after what you went through this morning. Everyone here knows about you and me, and everyone here not only wants to see you fucked right now, but will also get to fuck you later in the evening. Some have already done so. So, I suggest you get busy, you bitch, or else do you want everyone here to pounce on you right now?"

"No ... no," My wife answered, her head lowered, now seemingly resigned to her fate. "I will do it myself, Sirjee."

We all watched as my luscious wife began to remove her clothing, slowly and with shame. First off came the sari, followed by the blouse, and then the petticoat. Then off came the bra, and the final piece to come off was her panties. Some who had not been with her yet gasped slightly to see the red streaks on her buttocks and thighs. It was obvious she had been caned and spanked recently. If there was any doubt as to my inability to protect my wife from Mr. Sarun, they must have been gone by now.

My cock was as hard as it ever been when Vidya's inviting cunt hairs came into view. It was a sight for sore eyes to see Vidya standing there, humiliated, teary eyed, stark naked. All eyes were on her large, perfect tits, and the pink pert nipples looked already hard to me.

Maybe she really DID like being used like this, I realized, as Mr. Sarun rose from the sofa and went to where Vidya stood like a waiting doll before him. She tried to cover herself as best she could, but she only had two arms and so much of her was exposed. I could hear all the people talking about her, standing there naked and my embarrassment was even more intense as I heard some discuss openly what a cuckold I was.

"Vidya ... if I wanted you to cover up, I would have let you keep your clothes on." Mr. Sarun remarked drily. "Now show everybody what you got, you bitch. Put your hands at your sides and give everybody a good look."

Everyone in the room was now laughing. It was clear that within this elite circle, this type of humiliation was common. I wondered how many other couple, and other men's wives, had to go through similar humiliation with Mr. Sarun and his friends. Everyone in the gathering of people who watched her humiliation was excited by what was happening to my wife. I could see several of our guests sport an erection.

My boss then walked up to my wife.

He swept her into his massive arms, and she just stood there helplessly as he fondled her ass, then her lush breasts. We all watched. We could all do nothing but watch. We all could hear her begin to moan, sigh and gasp aloud as Mr. Sarun touched her almost everywhere. He kissed my wife long and deep, and that had her panting loudly. She was gasping for air by the time Mr. Sarun was done kissing her. Then he ordered her to her knees.

SLAP!

SLAP!

He slapped her a few times, hard. Red streaks appeared on her rosy cheeks. Once again a few looks glanced my way, and I heard some derisive laughter and chuckle sounds.

"Undo my belt and get my cock out, bitch," Mr. Sarun demanded, and she meekly obeyed.

Mr. Sarun let his pants fall about his ankles and Vidya tugged down his boxer shorts until they too were around his ankles. My. Sarun's huge monster cock came into view. Even though I had seen this scene before, I still watched in awe as Vidya closed her eyes and that massive black prick began to slide its way inside the confines of her sexy mouth.

My wife was greedily consuming almost the entire length of his oversized dark dick and the fingers of both her hands were playing fondly with his extremely large balls. Mr. Sarun had one hand of his holding her head in place, though I doubted she would try to get away from that humongous shaft, and his other hand rested on his hip as he looked down and watched her suck him off. After just a few minutes of this, Mr. Sarun pulled backwards and withdrew his cock from her mouth. She looked up at him, as if waiting for his next command, and it soon came. He ordered her to get on the sofa, face him and spread her legs, and she did so swiftly and shamelessly. We all watched eagerly as Mr. Sarun mounted her and rammed his giant fuck pole up her wet cunt. Everyone at this party knew I had done something to make my boss mad. So, he was now going to fuck my wife in front of everyone just to show everyone who was the boss.

Mr. Sarun's cock slid into my wife's pussy a little easier than I thought it would, mostly because Vidya was obviously very moist by now after the cock-sucking she'd done. Mr. Sarun was thrusting in and out of her like a wild man, and Vidya was moaning in obvious delight as his rod penetrated her like a well lubed piston. Her pretty clad legs were wrapped tightly around Mr. Sarun's backside, and her arms were flaying wildly as he fucked her relentlessly and with skill that only he had.

"Oh ... OOOOOOOH ... ooooh... Sirjee ..." My wife was moaning. Mr. Sarun began to thrust in earnest, and my wife started to slowly move her hips in unison to his thrusts. Mr. Sarun raised his hand again and slapped her, again.

SLAP!

SLAP!

To which Vidya just moaned still more, and still louder, as Mr. Sarun continued fucking her beautiful cunt with even more gusto.

I figured Vidya had climaxed more than three times while Mr. Sarun was fucking her. Each time that she screamed out in a voice that was unlike her own, I knew she was experiencing still another orgasm. Again, I counted more than three.

When Mr. Sarun finally emptied his load of fuck juice deep in Vidya's womb, he groaned like a wounded bear. Then he collapsed on top of her. Her own body was still shaking, almost violently, as she lay beneath him, attempting to catch her breath after the torrid fucking she had received. I just stood by, next to where they lay, and stared at them. I didn't know what else to do. Neither did anyone else. We all just stood there, watching the intense scene in front of us.

Mr. Sarun began to rise a few moments later, and I could hear a distinct popping, squishing sound as his fat cock left the confines of Vidya's well-fucked cunt hole. As Mr. Sarun brought himself to his feet, I couldn't help but fix my eyes on Vidya's cum soaked pussy region. Cum was everywhere in that area, and also on the expensive sofa. Mr. Sarun sat on the edge of the sofa, leaving his slavegirl - my wife - to rest on her back on the sofa. He looked up at me.

"Well, Rajesh, my boy," He smirked, "did you enjoy the show?"

Everyone laughed out loud. It was one of the most humiliating sounds I had ever heard.

* * *

I was sent for more drinks. By the time I returned, Kumar had Vidya on her feet. He grabbed his drink from me, as well as the glass of wine Vidya was drinking. He then followed my naked wife's jiggling butt cheeks as she crossed the living room and headed to the stairs.

When they came back down, some twenty minutes later, Hiren stood up. I saw him go towards Vidya.

"Come," he told her, wrapping an arm around her waist. They walked towards the servants' bedroom. The room where I was staying nowadays.

"Where are they going?" I turned to Mr. Sarun and asked. "That's ... that's where I am staying."

"Oh." Mr. Sarun poured a drink and chuckled. "I thought they would be more comfortable having sex in a bed rather than a sofa. And he didn't want to do it on the bed in the master bedroom, and Narges sleeps in the guest bedroom, so your room it was."

Kumar, Kabir, Mr. Sarun and I sat in the living room, drinking. Few others were playing poker. I had watched as my wife was led by Hiren to my room, and then the door shut. That room was merely a few steps away from the living room. As we sat, drinking, and Mr. Sarun and Kumar talking about some business strategy, I heard the bed frame starting to squeak.

"He's a monster in bed." Mr. Sarun remarked. "We have shared many a married woman between us. These wives - they always love to please. When we are done with them, they are a mess. They never go back to their husbands. Come Rajesh, join the game. Let's play some poker."

Kumar found another deck of cards, shuffled and dealt them out. There were now two games of poker going on. My hands held my cards, I was playing, but my mind was elsewhere. I was listening to the sounds coming from the room.

Vidya's moans were loud and audible now. I wondered what exactly was happening inside. In the meantime I had actually won a couple of hands, but I was not even concentrating on that. Suddenly Vidya's moans stopped. What was happening?

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

The noises coming were now unmistakable. Hiren was spanking my wife. I could hear some soft noises, no doubt Vidya whimpering in pain as her poor buttocks was being beaten, again, and again.

"Your turn." Kumar suddenly remarked. I realized it was my turn to play. I looked at my cards and folded. There was no way I could win this hand.

SPANK!

SPANK!

Suddenly there was silence again. I badly wanted to get up and see what was happening, but I couldn't.

A warm humiliation came over me as I heard the rhythmic squeaking of the bed springs. Hiren was fucking her now. My wife Vidya was being penetrated by this man.

"AAAAHHHH!" Came the loud screams of my wife Vidya as the bed frame began to hit the wall. "OOOOOOH!"

We had all stopped playing our game now as all of us listened to the shameful noises being uttered by my wife.

"AAAAH! Harder! OOOOOH YES! YES!"

The sounds of the bed and Vidya's loud grunts and guttural noises of her orgasm continued, until we could almost feel the bed shudder as Hiren reached his climax. He was no doubt now pumping huge amounts of semen into my wife's innermost folds. I could hear Vidya utter a loud sigh as her own orgasm subsided.

"This is probably the end for you, man." Kabir looked at me and tauned. "You have been cucked by superior men. Your wife will never ever see you as a real man again."

I couldn't say anything, and just glanced at the floor in shame.

A few minutes later, when Hiren was done with her, the door opened and he emerged. He was pulling up his trousers and straightening his shirt.

"What an ass that was." Hiren was mumbling, as he finished dressing. I remembered Ashish's warning on how Hiren liked to fuck women in the ass with his big cock.

"My turn." Kabir said, standing up. "I think I need a blowjob for luck. Here, Hiren, take over my cards."

As Kabir stood up, he glanced at me.

"Cuck." He smirked at me. "If you want to watch, come. Stand outside the room and don't make a noise."

"Yes, Sir."

"We heard you don't fuck her right. Tonight, you will learn."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

I meekly put my cards on the table and stood up and followed him towards the bedroom. I stood outside as he went in. After a minute, I peered in.

Vidya was naked, of course, and kneeling on the floor as Kabir remained standing. His pants and underwear were at his ankles, and his big monstrous cock glistening with my wife's saliva. He was getting harder and harder.

"I could kneel here and suck your cock forever, Sir." I heard my wife say.

I watched Vidya play with and then put Kabir's cock in her mouth. I had to admire how gentle and playful my wife was with his cock, touching it in a sensuous manner, knowing that this giant beast will soon be slamming down her throat. The excitement in my wife's face was humiliatingly obvious.

Vidya noticed me standing the doorway, as Kabir started to violently fuck her mouth. I could just stand and watch, knowing he was reaching places in my wife's throat that I could never reach.

Even as she continued licking and sucking at his cock, and he was increasingly holding on to her hair in a rough manner, Vidya gave me a small grin, before turning her attention back to Kabir. The man's face indicated he was close to cumming, and he was barely able to control himself. My wife, who liked to give head for a long time, realized this, and flicked a finger or two on his scrotum.

"Please give me your cum, Sir." She requested.

It was enough to trigger Kabir.

With a grunt, the man busted in my wife's mouth. He continued to erupt, holding on firmly to her hair and patting her cheek as he emptied himself in Vidya's throat.

"Oh, that was something!" Kabir grunted, as he pulled out. He noticed me watching, and gave an evil grin.

"Enjoyed that, cuck?" He snorted. "Your wife gives good head."

"Er ... yes, Sir." I mumbled.

"Your wife loves to be slapped, collared, dominated, and fucked." He taunted. "Just not by you."

As Vidya stood up, more cum dribbled down from the side of her mouth. Both of them sniggered at me as they watched me watch them.

"Sir." My wife moaned. "You have fucked me more times in the last few months than my husband! When are you going to fuck me tonight?"

"Soon. I am going to fuck you soon." Kabir announced, and then turned to me. "Once I recover slightly. When I do that, you Rajesh are welcome to stand outside the bedroom and listen, cuck."

"Er ... thank you, Sir."

"I know she is your wife and all but believe me when I say her cunt is ours." He continued to taunt me. "You are good for cleanup duties, cuck."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"You don't know what to do with her." Kabir continued to mock me. "This is why it's good you are letting real men take over, and letting her pussy experience some fat, mature cocks.

I noticed a naked Vidya go back to the living room, and soon I watched as she and Kumar walked back up the stairs, this time to the master bedroom. I wasn't playing cards anymore, but just standing there, watching the on goings. I had lost track of how many times she had been fucked tonight, and with whom. I knew the guys were keeping some sort of score between them, but watching Vidya's proud glow, it was clear that she was the real winner.

Now I understood why my wife had initially decided against pursuing sexual freedom within our marriage. For the longest time she had tried to remain faithful to me. Even after Gaurav, it was I who sort of nudged her to have an affair with Ramu. And even after that, it was I who had to coax her into this lifestyle.

My wife demurred in pursuing her sexual freedom for a reason. My cuckold fetish was always enticing to her. But she feared nights like tonight. She feared letting loose, unleashing those sexual demons that can overtake her, rendering her helpless as cock after cock was stuffed inside her.

Why, oh why did I push for this? Deep inside, I knew the reason, but I still wondered. It might be inevitable, but I knew being her cuck was my path to happiness and even for her. We both needed this. For now.

Not to say I hadn't been warned. Even Vidya herself had warned me. Even before she took our old neighbour Balchandra to bed. Not that I wasn't prepared when I had seen her and Gaurav have sex. The way those men satisfied my wife, the wanton way she lusted for their cock, and how manfully and aggressively they treated her, and how submissive she was to them! Men crave woman like my wife in bed. For someone like me, cuckoldry was my path, and for someone like Vidya, being a slut and a hot wife was her destiny. At least for now.

I watched now as Vidya, and then Kumar, emerged from the room, after almost half an hour of fucking. The sex must have been good, judging by her moans that the whole house could hear. They both emerged from the bedroom beaming. She just couldn't stop smiling. Kumar was putting on his pants, and my wife was still naked, standing there shamelessly as she watched Kumar get dressed. She kissed him before he joined the game. Vidya, however, had no time to relax, as Hiren approached her again, grabbing her by the buttocks. I heard Vidya scream gleefully, even as Hiren smacked her on her caboose before they went inside the bedroom.

Knowing Hiren, he was probably going to again fuck Vidya in the ass. For a second how I wished it was me in there, pounding in and out of my wife's tight hole ... although I must admit, I don't think she would have enjoyed it as much with my little cock. I walked to the edge of the bedroom and tried to peer in. They hadn't fully shut the door so I could see inside in the shadows, given that the light was switched off.

Hiren was indeed fucking my wife in the ass. Vidya was gamely trying to hand on, even as Hiren fucked her faster and faster, shaking the bed back and forth into wall, sending my wife's tits flying. His legs slapped into my wife's big ass cheeks again and again, making them and her thighs jiggle with each thrust. White froth began to form on Hiren's cock and around Vidya's pussy as the speed of his thrusting began to whip up her pussy juices.

I could see that Vidya's hands were stretched out to the side, and she was gripping at the bed sheets, trying to push herself up the get Hiren's cock even deeper inside her asshole, even as she whimpered and moaned and began to scream, biting down onto her pillow to muffle her cries.

"Fuck, bitch, your ass is so tight." Hiren grunted, thrusting even faster now, my wife gasping for air and nearly passing out from pure pleasure. I saw Hiren's balls begin to pull up in his sack, and he gave one last massive thrust into Vidya's buttocks, getting his cock as deep into my wife's rectum as he could.

He grunted and twitched as he came deep into my wife's anus. Vidya continued to moan and tremble as Hiren slowly began to slowly pull out his massive slimy cock. As the tip of his cock left my wife's anal orifice, I watched in fascination as a gallon of thick white cum came dribbling out of her buttocks, running down her ass cheeks and onto the bed sheets below.

And so it continued. Until nearly 3 am, one by one, and later in twos and threes and fours, these rich middle-aged men took turns making trips to the master bedroom to fuck and do whatever else they wanted with my wife. Most of the time the door remained shut, and I was unable to witness the debauchery going on inside. Every time the door opened I tried to see more but failed, hearing just a few more moans. I could only imagine what Mr. Sarun or in fact any of the other men were doing to my wife in that dark room.

Around 3, with only two men and Mr. Sarun left, I saw the door to the master bedroom open. For the last four hours, my Vidya had been in constant action, getting continuously fucked like a pornstar. Imagine a gang of men all in their late 50s and early 60s, acting out their deepest fantasies with a submissive woman in front of her husband. I decided to go in and take a look. Even though the lights were out, the windows had their curtains open, and the brilliant moon cast a pale light inside.

I heard my wife moan again. I heard Mr. Sarun and Kabir breathing heavily. Mr. Sarun was on top of my wife, and cumming deep inside Vidya, while Kabir was cumming in her throat. I could see Vidya's lips move as she gulped all of his semen down.

Mr. Sarun finished ejaculating inside her womb and rolled over. Everyone was sweating, and I could see they had all been drinking, and pretty much wasted. Vidya was now fully drained of energy. She did not even realize her face, her cheeks, her boobs, her body - they all had cum on it, and bite marks and other red streaks. The room stank of alcohol and sweat and cum. There were stains all over the bed sheets.

Kabir stood up. He was still somewhat in his senses.

"Rajesh." He boomed. "I have fucked many a slut, but no one is as good as your wife. She's full of naughty kinks. Don't mind ... hahahaha ... but she's going to be our favorite fuck toy for some time, even when she's on the Board. Board meetings will be fun now."

I could only nod.

"You like that big cock, don't you, slut?" He turned to my wife.

"Oh yes, Sir." My wife eagerly nodded. "I am so happy to be your bitch, Sir."

"I know, slut. Deep down, Vidya, you knew you always wanted this lifestyle. Someone to fuck you and put you in your place."

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun asked me to get some water and snacks. The two men then started to walk back towards the living room, not caring the least about their nudity.

When finally, I had to call taxis for the remaining folks, and all the guests finally left, Mr. Sarun walked up the stairs, went to the master bedroom room and almost shut the door, before he called out at me.

"Cuck! Come up in five minutes. You may come inside and watch." Mr. Sarun said. He then laughed.

"Isn't that your favourite sex position, cuck?" Mr. Sarun taunted me. "Standing at the door, watching me fuck your wife?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Good. See you in five minutes. And remember, you need to get naked. Now that it's just us, you don't deserve to wear clothes. Do you understand?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"You don't want me to slap or kick you again, do you?"

"Er ... no, Sir."

"Good. Come in 5 minutes."

After five minutes, I entered the master bedroom.

Mr. Sarun had just stopped fucking my wife's mouth and pulled out his cock. This gave Vidya a chance to get a full breath of air. I could see Mr. Sarun's enormous cock and his big balls swinging in mid-air, dripping with my wife's saliva. As Vidya remained kneeling in front of him, Mr. Sarun calmly raised his hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

He continued to slap my wife, calling her names, and berating her for being a slut, and a shame to all women. I just stood there feebly as he continued to punish and abuse my wife, not daring to intervene. Finally Mr. Sarun had enough and snapped his fingers.

"Get to bed, slut. And open your legs like the slut that you are." He ordered my wife onto bed and she obeyed without question.

As Vidya spread her legs, I could see that fluids were now dripping from her pussy. She was just waiting to fucked. Mr. Sarun mounted her like a bull mounts a cow and slowly pushed his dripping wet cock into her pussy.

"Ooooooh! Sirjee!!!" My wife screamed in a soft voice, as my boss continued to plunge into her. He pulled out, and then went in again, deeper the second time. Again and again he repeated until again his cock could go no further. I could see his giant balls, swollen with sperm, swinging between her legs.

"OOOOH MY LOVE!" My wife continued to moan. "I love you, Sirjee! I so want to have your baby, Sirjee! Fill me, my love."

Mr. Sarun began to pump into her harder after every stroke, his thighs hitting hers causing her ass to ripple with every slapping sound and the bed began to creak as the headboard thumped off the wall.

Vidya was making louder and louder noises now that I am sure were echoing through the house, audible to all - Narges and Rukmani if they were still up.

"Fuck me, Sirjee, fuck me!" Vidya was now yelling, even as Mr. Sarun grabbed her by the hair. "OOOOOH Sirjee!"

He had my wife pinned down, his huge cock deep inside her. Mr. Sarun now started to grunt as he pounded her harder and harder. It went on for another half hour until eventually my wife let out a squeal like no other.

"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"

Vidya had by now cum and squirted her juice all over my boss's balls and drenched both of their legs which only made the slapping sound louder. My boss could no longer control himself. A few moments later he too came in her pussy with a loud howl that rang through the house.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH YES!!!"

It was always a sight to watch Mr. Sarun ejaculate into my wife. His ass shook, and in face the whole bed shook as he violently pumped his seed deep into my wife's pussy. When he was finally done, they both collapsed on the bed. Vidya rolled over with her legs spread eagled.

"OOOH THANK YOU SIRJEE!" She was still delirious. "Wow, 3rd load in a row, Sirjee! See, I knew you had it in you! I can tell when you're in need to unburden yourself. You can cum in me any time, Sirjee!"

They kissed passionately for some time.

I thought that was it for the night, but my torture wasn't over. I was not allowed to leave but was ordered to and had to stand in that corner - the cuckold's corner - for the next two hours. The sounds are now permanently etched into my brain.

The squeaking of the bed.

The domineering voice of Mr. Sarun as he hurled insults and names at my wife.

The sound of the headboard banging against the wall.

The moaning and whimpering of my wife as she went through orgasm after orgasm.

I had to listen to Mr. Sarun fuck Vidya for at least two more times, before thankfully they both were just too tired, and fell fast asleep.

* * *

It was a Monday morning. Mr. Sarun had left last night. I had taken the day off work and was seated in our bedroom, on the bed, with the laptop. I was going through all the recordings, seeing the quality, and what we material we had on each of the men.

My wife emerged from the bathroom. She had just taken a shower, and Vidya's hair was still partially wet, and her skin glistened in the afternoon sun which shone through the windows. She was wearing a thin pink nightie.

"Do I still smell of dick?" She giggled, as she sat down beside me. "This is the fifth time I am taking a shower in the last twenty-four hours!"

"No, honey, you smell lovely, as always." I replied honestly. Vidya giggled again and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. God! I love her so much!

She then turned to see my laptop as a particular scene came up on the screen.

It was dark, and it was my master bedroom. Vidya, naked, was on the floor on her knees. She had a blindfold on. A man - it was Hiren - similarly naked, was standing there, his dick erect, and brushing my wife's lips. I saw two other men, Kabir and Mr. Sarun, standing nearby, similarly naked and erect.

"They had put a blindfold on me." Vidya explained. "I think it was Hiren's handkerchief. I had to guess which dick was in my mouth based on size and taste of their cum."

"Oh." Was all I could comment.

"If I got it right, I was slapped only once or twice." Vidya clarified. "If I got it wrong, I was slapped about four times. What to do, darling! These men all like to dominate, and they easily awaken the submissive side of me."

I forwarded a few clips. There was another gang scene, with Hiren, Kabir and couple of the other men surrounding my wife. Surprisingly, Vidya was not naked, but wearing an orange sundress. The men in the room were also dressed, although I could see many of them were already sporting erections through their trousers. I saw Mr. Sarun enter the frame. He came close, and then Mr. Sarun started to gently kiss my wife on her on her neck and cheeks.

I realized this was our master bedroom.

"Time for you to get on board ... with the Board!" Mr. Sarun punned. I could hear a slight drunken note in his voice. "Do you want to sit on the staff, Vidya? My staff."

There was a collective laughter around the room, and even my wife giggled.

"I am always ready to sit on your ... staff ... Sirjee!"

"Well ..." Mr. Sarun continued. "We are all horny old perverts, Vidya, and now you will have to show us what assets you bring to the table!"

"My assets - are my ass and my tits, Sirjee!" My wife was equally raunchy.

"Haha... alright! Ok everyone." Mr. Sarun said. "Let's all grab a tit! And go!"

"Wow more than eight handfuls!" My wife muttered, as the men all jumped in.

Soon I was watching as every man was callously mauling my wife's massive breasts through her sundress.

"This is some nice married titties, gentlemen!" Mr. Sarun commented. "So nice and squeezable! What size are these, Vidya?"

"Er ... I think 38 double ds, Sirjee."

"And they weigh?"

"3 pounds each, I think."

"Wow."

Once again, every guy in the room was giving her tits a tweak, as if verifying her words.

"Let's get rid of her dress, slowly." Someone in the room, I think it was Kabir, suggested.

Mr. Sarun untied her sun dress form the back.

Her dress was lowered. Everyone gave a collective gasp as vidya's massive areoles and nipples became exposed.

"Oh Sirjee!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Ok stand up, randi." Mr. Sarun ordered. My wife was given a couple of spanks on the ass.

"Yes Sirjee."

"Shake your boobs."

"Yes Sirjee."

I watched as my wife twerked and then shook her chest, so her massive yams could swing from side to side.

"Ok turn around." Mr. Sarun commanded. "Let's see if she is wearing panties. Are you wearing panties, Vidya?"

"No sir!"

"I didn't think so."

Vidya was then quickly and unceremoniously stripped naked.

She was now standing completely nude in the centre of the room. Mr. Sarun placed a hand on her buttocks.

"What a nice ass! That's a world class ass."

There were murmurs of assent throughout the room.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"I could have been a cheerleader, Sirjee," Vidya murmured, as she was being spanked, "If I was in the USA!"

"With that ass, for sure! What kind of cheerleader would you have been Vidya?"

"Whatever you want me to be, Sirjee!"

"That would be the best!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Do you know what is going to happen now, Mrs Mathur?"

"Yes Sirjee. I am going to be spanked by everyone."

Soon my wife was now lying bent over a chair, her ass up in the air.

"Who wants to go first?"

SPANK!

SPANK!

After almost twenty minutes of being spanked by everyone in the room, my wife stood up, wobbly on her feet. With her ass now crimson red, my naked wife sat down on Mr. Sarun's lap. As he played with her chest, they kissed again.

"You are surrounded by men with clothes." Mr. Sarun told her. "That has to change, right? You know what we are all going to do now, right?"

"Oh yes, Sirjee. I am ready whenever you all are!"

"Let's do it gentlemen."

I watched as my wife dropped to her knees, and men surrounded her from all sides.

She was reaching out, unzipping the man in front of her, and taking out his cock, before going on to the next. Every man was laughing as my wife undressed their manhood, and they had drinks in their hand. Soon my wife was surrounded my stiff penises from all sides.

"She wants everyone's cock!"

"Oh, I do want everyone!"

Soon she was sucking one cock, while playing with another with a free hand, as yet a third cock was rubbed against her neck. I watched as Vidya expertly moved from man to man, or rather from cock to cock. She would suck one cock for some time, while her hand would play with the cock of the man next to the one whose cock she was sucking. Then she would let go with her hands and her lips, and move to the next man, and take his cock in her mouth, as her hands would now move to the third man. And so on in a circle.

I watched as the scene became rowdier and rowdier. The cocks were becoming harder, and some of the men were becoming more involved. Vidya was slapped a few times, which she took in her stride. Someone was always playing with her hair, and she was now making lots of moaning noises.

Oh, my goodness!

I just realized what this was. What was happening.

It was a Bukkake.

I had seen it before in pornographic videos, mostly involving Asian actresses. A bukkake is a sexual activity where a group of people masturbate over and ejaculate on another person. The aim of bukkake is to cover the person's body with as much seminal fluid as possible, although it may also refer to ejaculating on a person's face or in their open mouth.

And right now, my wife was on her knees, staring at almost a dozen penises, erect and rock hard, ready to erupt.

Soon one of them started to cum on her face, covering her eyes, lips, and cheeks with white sticky fluid. He was soon followed by the next. Before long, all of them had cum on my wife's face and body and hair. As Vidya, now covered in oodles of cum, looked on helplessly at them, they started to laugh.

"We love how slutty and horny you can get, Mrs. Mathur! Doesn't your husband take care of you properly?" It was Hiren, who was taunting my wife.

Vidya mumbled something, while wiping the cum off her eyes, and Hiren laughed again.

"Oh no! he was actually a virgin when we met! And that's why his wife is now our sperm bank."

Everyone laughed again.

"You are acting so demure now." One of the other guys said. "Have you ever had this many horny men around you at the same time, Mrs. Mathur?"

"Oh no." Vidya answered. "Not since ... our last time!"

Again, everyone laughed.

"I love our Board meetings now that Vidya will be there to ... um ... take notes!" Kabir grinned. "Alright, Vidya, go to the washroom for cleanup. We will join you soon. After all, there is only one correct way to clean up a bukkake, isn't there?"

"Yes, Kabir Sir." My wife replied. "Thank you for cumming on me, everyone."

I wonder what the "correct" way was to clean up after a bukkake. I would soon find out.

Vidya stood up and walked towards the washroom. To my surprise, four or five of the men quickly followed her, including Mr. Sarun. I quickly found out how they planned to "clean" her.

Vidya was in the tub, and Mr. Sarun stood next to her and pointed his penis at her. Soon his hot piss erupted from his dick and onto my wife's face. Vidya remained seated in the rub, on her knees, as my boss urinated on her, drenching her with his piss.

He was followed by Kabir. And then Hiren. And soon every man who had ejaculated on her had now finished urinating on her.

"I think," It was Hiren again, "Mrs. Munni Kakkar from Accounting in our Amritsar office will have to do something really special next year to make us forget tonight."

Again all the men laughed.

"It's a good thing her cuckold husband gets turned on by his wife acting like a slut." One of the bankers remarked. "Because she would be like this even if he wasn't into this. What is he going to do, ask her politely to stop?"

Once more everyone was laughing, at my expense.

I forwarded that clip. After scrolling through a few videos, I paused at one and hit play.

It was our living room, and Vidya was bent over on the windowsill, and Kabir was banging into her, from behind.

"Oh yes. OH YES. Oh Kabir Sir!"

Kabir had his hands around her hips, as he repeatedly fucked her, and my wife was making unintelligible moaning noises.

"Ungh!! Ungh!! Ungh!! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh!! Yes! Oooooh!! Yes!"

Soon they moved to the sofa, where he laid down on his back and she straddled him. I could see pussy stretch as she took him on.

"Oh yes oh yes." Vidya was moaning. "Oh how I love your dick, Kabir Sir!"

"I love your boobs, Vidya."

"Ungh ungh ungh!"

"What a cuckold your husband is. You are so horny, Vidya."

"I am a slut, Kabir Sir! I am a whore. And I love men with giant dicks. Like you."

They were now kissing as they hugged, pushing their bodies in closer.

"I love your buttocks, Vidya. Has anyone told you that?" Kabir asked.

"Just all the men who fuck me, Kabir Sir." Vidya replied. "I wish my husband could see us now. Such a big, lovely cock. How it will please me! Please cum in me, Sir. I need you."

"Beg for it, slut."

"Fuck me please Kabir Sir. Fuck me."

His hands were constantly mauling her big tits. She now started to ride him hard.

"Oh, my goodness you are so good Vidya. You are squeezing my cock."

"Oh, Kabir Sir. Cum in me. You are filling me in so much. You are so hard!"

I finally shut the laptop and looked at Vidya.

"I think we have videos on everyone, my love." I said, while inwardly marveling at the euphemism. The 'videos' were of each of these men fucking my wife and doing so many other things to her. Many times.

Vidya suddenly wrapped her arms around me, and then pressed her lips against mine.

We kissed for a long time.

"I want to tell you one thing, my love." Vidya said, looking deep into my eyes, once we stopped kissing. "It is important you know that."

"Yes, my love?"

"Know this. My husband isn't a cuck or sissy. He is my true love whose greatest desire is to give me the freedom to experience all the passion, pleasures and fantasies his wife can." Vidya declared. "I am his fantasy, and I will do anything he desires to fulfill them because I am his and he is mine and nothing can change that."

"Oh?"

We kissed again.

"I love you like this. Staying away from me, full of lust for me." Vidya told me. "I love the fact that you want to share me. That you want me sexually fulfilled and satisfied. It's hot that you wanted your boss and colleagues to do it. Even better that they all have massive cocks, far bigger than you."

"Well, my darling." I mumbled, as Vidya kissed me again. "The bigger the better. I want to hear you screaming moan as you cum on those big fat cocks."

Vidya looked at me and smiled.

"Thank you for sharing me with so many other men, babe." She said. "I love you."

We had sex. I am not going to bore you with the details because you have already read about Vidya's sex with all these men, far better in bed than me. Suffice it to say, by the time I came, I was a blubbering mess. Vidya smiled as I thanked her for letting me cum in her.

"So, babe, what happens now?" I asked her, as I finally caught my breath. "And why did you want us to have a holiday in Sri Lanka? That also for two weeks?"

"Tell me something," Vidya questioned me back. "These videos. Do you think Ashish's plan will work?"

"Er ..." I didn't know what to say.

"The week after we return from our Sri Lankan holiday," Vidya continued, "We have to go to Mumbai to the lawyer's office where Mr. Sarun will officially give me those shares and appoint me on the Board."

"Yes, and two months after that," I said, "Is the board meeting where Ashish will try and depose of Mr. Sarun."

"Yes, he is hopeful these videos will successfully blackmail Kabir, Hiren and others." Vidya was thoughtful. "But I think it is important to have some backup. After all, anyone can make realistic videos with deep fake and AI nowadays. Even though I purposely goaded everyone during sex to say their wives' name and how much they love cheating on their wives ... these men can call claim the videos are fake."

"Um ... so ... how are we going to do this?"

Vidya smiled again.

"I have a backup. Do you remember the gangster Anwar bhai, and his hold on some of the men?"

"Yes. I remember Anwar bhai very well. But ... how ... he is loyal to Mr. Sarun. He will never force anyone to vote against him!"

Vidya laughed.

"There are some people who can force Anwar bhai to do what they want." Vidya chuckled. "For example, I happen to know people, who know Anwar bhai's boss."

"Er ... who?"

"I found out Anwar bhai's boss is the dreaded gangster Sachin bhai."

"Um ... my love ... how are you going to get in touch with Sachin bhai and convince him to order Anwar bhai to do what we want? Not to mention, Sachin bhai is a dreaded and dangerous gangster."

Vidya grinned again.

"You need to trust me, hubby."

"I do trust you, my love. I am ... just ... worried."

"Don't worry." Vidya said. "Remember Jawed and Asghar, the pool construction foremen? Do you know they wanted to take me ... as a gift ... to Sachin bhai? Sachin would fuck me, and in return Jawed and Asghar would get some construction contracts. I just have to ... rework ... the terms of that agreement."

"So Sachin bhai ... will ... um ... fuck you ... but ... instead ..."

"Instead, he will tell Anwar to force some of these men to vote against Mr. Sarun." Vidya declared.

"Was it wise to go to a gangster and get ... um ... fucked, my love?" I asked. "After all, they are not exactly honourable men."

Vidya grinned.

"I already have been with Anwar bhai and his men. Don't worry, babe. It will be fine."

I decided to change track.

"Oh. And um ... Sri Lanka? Why are we going there for two weeks?"

"You just have to trust me, my love." Vidya said. "I don't want you to worry too much. Just enjoy yourself in Sri Lanka."

Yes, of course, I trusted my wife. I had no option but to.

I loved her.

And she loved me.

We started this together.

We were going to finish this together.