My Indian Slut Wife Vidya - Part 14

"UNGH! Oh, jamai babu! Oh, Rajesh!" My mother-in-law Poonam moaned, as I plunged my hardness into her. "You are so hard!"

I passionately kissed my mother-in-law's lips.

"Of course, Mummy." I groaned, as I smashed against her again. "Which man wouldn't be, when he is with you! Oh, I love you so much, sasu maa!"

SMOOCH!

We kissed again. I loved kissing my mother-in-law's fulsome lips. I pressed deep against her again, burying my cock inside her, and then kissed her again.

SMOOCH!

"You know how to use your tongue when you kiss me, jamai babu." Poonam giggled and tousled my hair. "Vidya has taught you well. Now, beta, don't cum immediately, ok?"

"Yes, Mummy." I told her, even as I continued to fuck her. "I now last a bit longer, you know."

"Of course, jamai babu." Poonam giggled. "Of course."

SMOOCH!

My mother-in-law kissed me again.

"When should I cum, sasu maa?" I asked, even as I plunged again and again into her cunt.

SLAP!

I was given a good tight slap by my mother-in-law.

"Shut up, jamai babu. I am... enjoying myself! Don't you dare cum now! Not... until I... mmmmph... slap you again!" Poonam moaned. "That is... aaaah... when your thingie... when... aaah... you can cum!"

I continued to stroke my cock inside my mother-in-law's by now very wet and slimy pussy. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into my cock as deep as I could go.

"Mmmmmmmmm! OOOOH JAMAI BABU!"

She was now moaning very loudly as I pushed my cock deep inside. We again kissed passionately. I kissed her all over... her arm pits, her cheeks, her boobs. Finally, I couldn't control myself anymore and Poonam knew it. She looked at me, and her hands moved.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Two more tight slaps, and I couldn't control myself anymore. I just exploded inside her vagina. I had been fucking her for a good fifteen minutes, and I simply burst my nut into my mother-in-law.

"Oh, Mummy! Oh, sasu maa!" I groaned, as I ejaculated for a long time inside her. We lay together, my cock buried balls deep inside her, sliding against my own cum in her love canal, before we finally moved.

"Oh, jamai babu," Poonam patted my butt. "Now, please move to this side... and off me."

"Yes, Mummy." Obediently I did what she asked. Poonam snuggled against me, and we remained like that for some time.

SMOOCH!

"You are becoming quite a good lover, jamai babu." Poonam kissed me and then commented. "Do you remember the first time we made love?"

"Yes, Mummy." I recalled that night. It had been the night of Balachandra's cuckold and bull party. So many months ago!

"That night, I was rubbing your cock while I was talking with you, and you nearly managed to cum!" Poonam giggled. "Remember, I had to give you a blowjob to give you some release, before we actually... had sex? And still... you only lasted three minutes. With that small cock of yours!"

Poonam giggled again even as I cringed. She saw me blush and rubbed my dick.

"Oh, jamai babu! You now last a bit longer than three minutes." She chuckled. "Maybe my daughter doesn't need to cuckold you anymore."

"Oh, Mummy!"

"But of course your dick is still tiny." Poonam giggled. "So, there is that. So maybe Vidya will need to cuckold you from time to time."

"Oh, Mummy!"

"See." Poonam laughed. "Your little cock grows harder when I talk about your wife cuckolding you!"

"I..." I was at a loss for words.

"So, tomorrow." Poonam finally said what had been on my mind. "Your boss... the CEO... is coming... for three weeks. And you will be again needed to stand aside and watch Vidya have some real sex."

"Yes, Mummy." I acknowledged. "Normally Mr. Sarun stays for a week, maybe ten days. This time... three weeks."

"Well, beta." Poonam shrugged. "As a mother, I am happy my daughter Vidya will be getting to enjoy some nice slutty sex, and it is good that you are still being a supporting husband and not causing problems for her, which is typically what Indian husbands do."

"Mummy." I kissed her again. I couldn't help myself. My mother-in-law, just like my wife, was so sexy. "You know that I have always been a supportive cuckold. Even now, as Mr. Sarun humiliates me, and... nowadays... he regularly slaps me. Last time... he even kicked me... on my buttocks."

"It's OK." Poonam gently stroked my cock. "A man with a small penis such as you, and a gorgeous wife like Vidya, needs to park his ego. If your wife's lover wants to slap you, you show him your cheek. When you married her, you must have realized at some level that she agreed to take you as her lawfully wedded cuck."

Not really, but what could I say?

"Er... yes, Mummy."

"Even after this episode with Mr. Sarun is over, jamai babu." My mother-in-law cautioned me. "Vidya will try and remain faithful to you. She will. But you should know that your cock is just so damn tiny that she will need to feel a big one every now and then."

"Um... I guess, sasu maa."

"Actually, show me your cheek." Poonam suddenly told me. "I want to slap you, jamai babu."

"Er... of course, Mummy."

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Even though you now regularly fuck me, you should know your status." Poonam told me. "You are my daughter's cuckold husband."

"Yes, Mummy."

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Never forget that Vidya is your Queen." Poonam continued. "You should be glad she allows you to remain with her and call yourself her husband."

"Yes, Mummy."

SLAP!

SLAP!

"There. See... you get hard when I talk about Vidya cuckolding you." After giving me some tight slaps, Poonam once again resumed stroking me. "From what I understand... from what Vidya told me... this is only for one time more, and then no more... this is the last time she is planning to spend with Mr. Sarun... so you have to grin and bear it, eh! After all, as a cuckold for your wife, you must accept inferiority."

"Yes, Mummy."

SLAP!

SLAP!

"I mean, it's easy for you. You stay in your room, you masturbate, while a real man fucks your wife in your marital bed." Poonam said, once again slapping me a couple of times before resuming stroking my cock. "You are a born cuck, so it is only right that another man turns your wife into his fucktoy."

"Yes, Mummy."

"Besides, with this small cock," Poonam fingered my penis, "Your boss, from what I hear, is quite hung and very virile who gives Vidya everything she needs in bed. My dear jamai babu, it is your own lack of girth that fueled your cuckold wish, and my daughter's eventual acceptance of it."

"Er... yes, Mummy."

Poonam raised her hand and slapped me again.

SLAP!

"And even though this might be the last time for Mr. Sarun, you know he is going to fuck your wife way better than you ever have, or ever can." Poonam continued. "What you should know is that Vidya loves you, and only you. He just fucks her better. Being with Mr. Sarun gives Vidya an opportunity to escape the confines of being married to you and lets her natural libido free to be enjoyed by those that truly deserve it."

"Yes, Mummy."

SLAP!

"And you know you love the sight of her, sleeping, tired, after hours of getting nailed by your boss."

"Er... yes, Mummy."

SLAP!

"Good. Now, jamai babu." Poonam's eyes naughtily shone. "I think I need my buttocks licked expertly by you. You can start now, jamai babu, by flipping me over. Start and then work your way into my asshole."

"Er... absolutely, Mummy."

Wordlessly, without any protest, I obeyed. I placed one hand on each of her ass cheeks and then slowly, gently pressed them apart, and buried my face into the crack of her ass. The aroma of her buttocks filled my nostrils as my tongue flicked out, licking around her rectum. My mother-in-law let me literally suck ass for a few minutes before she turned around to kiss me again.

"Let's fuck again, jamai babu."

Poonam was in heat, and I was going to be a busy son-in-law that night. No wonder Vidya had told me to go to the guest room with her, and she herself was going to take a good night's rest before he arrived.

* * *

"There it is." Vidya pointed at the noticeboard. "His flight is landing. He is here, darling."

He could only be one man. The man who owned us - both husband and wife - as his slaves. The CEO of my company, Mr. Sarun.

I sighed. I knew that for the next three weeks I would spend the nights listening to the bed springs creaking in the master bedroom - MY marital bedroom - and my own wife Vidya whimpering helplessly to his rhythmic thumping.

"Did you test all the cameras, my love?" My tall voluptuous buxom wife asked me, as her eyes scanned for my boss.

"Yes, my dear." I replied. "You know all morning I was busy testing and loading all those programs and updating the bio and-"

"Rajesh!" Vidya giggled, as she slightly tugged at my ear in admonition. She gave it a gentle twist and then rebuked me. "You know that you are supposed to call me ma'am from now, don't you? Especially in his presence?"

"Er... yes. I am sorry, ma'am." I apologized, blushing a bright crimson red even as my wife continued scold me loudly and twist my ear in public. "It won't happen again, I promise you, ma'am."

"Good." Vidya smiled and let go of my red ear. "For the next three weeks, you will be a complete servant boy to both of us. To our master Mr. Sarun and to me. It is better you accept and slip into your role completely as quickly as possible. So... he doesn't suspect ANY thing."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Even as he pleasures me in ways you never can, you don't want him punishing you again, do you, darling?"

"Er... no, ma'am."

"Even though," Vidya giggled, "I think you will probably end up getting punished anyway, right?"

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

"You are a cuckold." Vidya leaned in and whispered into my ear, "And your boss is a strong man who is bedding your wife, so it is only right that he punishes you too."

"Yes, ma'am."

By now, I was very familiar with Mr. Sarun's cruel streak and how he often punished my wife, and recently... me. Let me take you to what happened this morning.

* * *

It was earlier in the morning, and I was seated at my desk. I knew today in the afternoon we would have to pick up Mr. Sarun from the airport. Poonam had just left. She was an early riser like me, and we had breakfast together, and then one more quickie session, before she left. Vidya was still far asleep. No doubt she knew she would get very little sleep once Mr. Sarun was here, so she was just resting up.

It had been three and half months since we - Vidya and I - had returned from a brief holiday to Sri Lanka. It was not just a holiday, but we also had some work to do in Sri Lanka - but more on that later.

A week after that, we had to travel to Mumbai to meet with my company's lawyer. Vidya's friend Lata, who was acting as our lawyer, accompanied us as well.

In Mumbai, the company lawyer and then Vidya signed some papers - and that was it. The company shares - the 5% that had been promised to us for a year in return for Vidya's "services" - were now Vidya's. It was a done deal, and Mr. Sarun (and the Board) could never back out of it now. We were now part owners of the company. We were rich.

There was really no reason for us to continue to be Mr. Sarun's slaves. The agreement between Vidya and Mr. Sarun had been for a year. For a whole year my wife was to be at his disposal, be his slave girl, to be fucked at will by him - and anyone he chooses.

I still remember Vidya cautioning me about this deal.

"If you say yes, then in this house, in YOUR house, on YOUR marital bed, your honour will be taken by your boss. I am your honour, your izzat, and what you are agreeing to is my body being at his mercy for the rest of the year, once a month. IF NOT MORE."

We were now at the "IF NOT MORE" part. As I said, there was really no reason for us to continue to be Mr. Sarun's slaves. Yet this week we spent the time cleaning the house and preparing the master bedroom for Mr. Sarun, and I tested all the secret cameras and uploaded the firmware. I knew that for the next three weeks, all night long (and probably during the day as well) the sounds of him making love to my wife would fill the house - and be recorded on those cameras.

I didn't know why we were continuing this -two months after the shares had been transferred to Vidya. Yet... she had some plan, along with Ashish, the other member of the Board, to remove Mr. Sarun as the CEO in the April Board Meeting - which was in three weeks' time. And so... Vidya had continued to be my boss's slut, all in an attempt to keep his attention diverted while Ashish went to work on getting the votes to remove Mr. Sarun as CEO.

In a surprising twist of facts, for close to just under four months now, we had not seen Mr. Sarun. Ever since the infamous Annual Poker Party, in fact. Mr. Sarun regularly talked to Vidya, especially about impregnating her - he called it 'breeding' her as if she was some cattle - and as per our plan my wife had agreed. After our Sri Lanka holiday, as far as Mr. Sarun knew, Vidya was going to be off birth control, and she was going to get impregnated by him and carry his baby to term.

Yet Mr. Sarun did not have the chance to visit India in the last three and half months. First, it was his wife who had fallen sick, and then him. And then there was a family wedding in Dubai, and once again he had fallen ill. Now, after four months, he was finally visiting us, and I knew that for the next three weeks, my wife Vidya would be a very busy woman.

"Your slut wife is born to suck my cock, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun had taunted me on a phone call. "So, prepare yourself, cuckold."

"Yes, Sir." I had meekly replied. "Sir, just a small request. When you... make love... to her... please take it easy on her for the first time. She hasn't had a big penis in her for over three and half months now."

"I am looking forward to that!" Mr. Sarun had laughed out loud. "I will take her somewhere between earth and heaven! And when she is fully fucked out, I will make her pregnant."

So, this morning when I had woken up early, and after Poonam had left, I wanted to check some old recordings.

I was stark naked, of course. It's been a while that my wife Vidya had expanded the CFNM (Clothed Female Naked Male) rule to cover the whole upstairs of the house, and a rule that even her mother Poonam helped her enforce with glee.

If you remember from my earlier chapters, one year into our marriage, Vidya had implemented the CFNM policy. It was something she had read in an erotic story by her favourite erotica writer, Tarek Zia. Vidya had made me read Tarek's stories a few times.

Tarek would write about being a young man in India living with two maid servants. Those ladies would keep him naked in the house all day long. Vidya thought this was a great idea and initially implemented this policy in our bedroom.

In the beginning that meant that whenever we would retire for the night, or get into bed for sex, I would have to completely strip before I was even allowed to get into the bed. Vidya, on the other hand, could be wearing whatever she wished. As time went on, Vidya would sometimes punish me if I didn't follow that rule properly or forgot about it. Those punishments, while it was rare, started with some slaps at first, and soon evolved into spanking, and occasionally, some caning. I took care that whenever we went to bed at night, I was completely naked.

But ever since I had slipped into being an abject cuckold, especially after Mr. Sarun, Vidya decided it made no sense for me to wear clothes at home anymore. After all, I was often kept naked full time when Mr. Sarun was visiting us, fucking Vidya. I wasn't allowed to wear clothes, not even my wife's thongs, to "remind me about my place", and often had to play the role of a servant to my wife and her lover, either Mr. Sarun or Ashish, fully in the nude.

Vidya decided that it is better I forgo wearing clothes at all, just to make it easier.

"Honey." She told me gently some time ago, while twisting my ear. "Men from your company's Board don't even take your permission anymore. They just fuck me, your wife, in front of you. In your own house. While you remain naked, wanking your little penis as they fuck your wife with their big one."

"Yes, baby. I am sorry, baby."

"Even though I am the one they treat as a whore, it is you who has no respect in their eyes." Vidya continued. "Even as they cum in me, it is you they look at with pity and contempt."

"I know, baby. I am sorry about that, my love."

"Mr. Sarun. He just comes and fucks my big bubble butt like he owns it." My wife said, giving my ear a good solid pull. "And all this time, to remind you of your inability to prevent your boss from banging your wife, his rule is you must remain mostly naked in his presence. So why wear clothes when he leaves?"

So nowadays, I only dressed when I was going downstairs because some of the big windows in the living room face the driveway onto the street, or when I go to the backyard. Right now, I was in my upstairs office, so there was no need of clothes. Our house was a modern one in India, so even in winter there was heating, and, in the summer, there is cooling. Currently, it was March in Pune, and the house was hot and humid.

It was early morning, as I said. Vidya was still asleep. I was using my laptop, looking through the videos of last year's debauchery at our place. The infamous Board Poker Night.

I finally found the video I was looking for.

The video was from the camera in our dining room. Mr. Sarun was standing at the head of the table, dressed in his expensive bathrobe. His face was sullen, and it was clear that something had angered him. Rukmani, his younger Nepali maid, was beside him.

Narges, his chubby older maid, walked in, and she had Vidya by the ear, leading her firmly towards Mr. Sarun. Vidya was dressed in a flimsy thin blue lingerie, and her face was bright red with embarrassment and shame. My wife was blushing crimson with humiliation as Narges led her, by the ear, like a naughty schoolgirl, to the edge of the dining table. I saw Narges twist and pull my wife's ear before letting Vidya stand.

"Please bend over the edge of the table, slut." Mr. Sarun ordered my wife. "Spread your arms and hold yourself steady, Vidya."

"Yes, Sirjee."

I knew I was watching the right video. Almost four months ago, on a Friday night, it was the Poker Night where Vidya serviced all the Board Members. The day before, Thursday morning, when I had been at work, Vidya had been caned as a punishment. I wanted to see that, and why. Even as I watched the video, I realized I was getting hard.

Vidya bent over the table and gripped its sides for support. Narges bent down and pulled her nightie up, exposing her big bare buttocks. My wife had lovely bubble buttocks.

"Rukmani." Mr. Sarun turned to his other maid. "Go get the cane. The long one. It's in my travel suitcase."

"Yes, Sarun." The younger maid disappeared at once, and promptly returned with the cane.

"Narges." My boss indicated to his older maid. "Take the cane."

"Yes, Sarun."

As Vidya remained bent over humiliatingly on the table, Mr. Sarun walked over to stand beside her. I started to rub my penis.

"Vidya. Vidya." Mr. Sarun's voice was calm as he gently patted my wife's big ass cheeks. "I told you that I don't like any insolence or disobedience from my slaves. Particularly my married sluts. You should know your place."

Vidya gulped.

"Yes, Sirjee." She mumbled. "I am so sorry."

I strained to hear. This is why I played the video. I wanted to see why Vidya was punished.

"Earlier this week, I slapped your husband when he disobeyed me." Mr. Sarun continued. "I made him strip naked, get on his knees, and then I kicked his hindquarters. I embarrassed him by punishing him in front of his spouse. Do you want me to do the same to you, slut?"

"Er... no, Sirjee. I am so sorry, Sirjee." My wife apologized profusely. "Please forgive me."

Even as I recalled my humiliation by Mr. Sarun in front of Vidya, my cock gave a little twitch. Why am I like this?

"Vidya, the people on the Board of my company are very dear to me." Mr. Sarun continued. "I expect that you, as my slut and slave, will give them the respect and honour that they deserve. Any insolence from you or displeasure caused by you would result in a swift punishment by me. You know that!"

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

"I could not believe when Rukmani told me the comments you made about Kabir and Ashish. So disrespectful!"

Vidya glowered at Rukmani, who gave her an evil smile.

"Sirjee!" Vidya tried to protest. "I didn't mean for her to say that to anyone else. It was just a conversation between us girls."

WHACK!

Vidya's whole delicate body quivered and shook as Mr. Sarun brought down his powerful hand, hitting her square on her buttocks, and making a sharp, resounding noise. I heard my wife whimper quietly at the pain, but she didn't utter a word.

"You will not say ANY thing negative about these men to ANYONE!" Mr. Sarun barked. "You are my slut! You are a married woman who is my slut! Do you understand your lowly position you slut?!!"

WHACK!

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

WHACK!

"And what do you mean 'us girls'?" Mr. Sarun thundered. "Just because I fuck both you and Rukmani, or that both of your husbands are wimpy cuckolds, doesn't make you the same!"

"I know. I am so sorry, Sirjee."

WHACK!

"Rukmani is my dear servant girl. You are my slave and a married slut."

WHACK!

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

WHACK!

Mr. Sarun then turned to Rukmani.

"Repeat for me what this slut said about Kabir."

"Yes, Sarun." Rukmani again gave that evil smile. It was clear she was delighted to have gotten Mr. Sarun's favourite slut wife in trouble, and at the same time demonstrate she was superior to Vidya in the eyes of our boss. "Vidya said Kabir has a smaller dick, and he doesn't remain as hard for as long, and he doesn't cum as much."

WHACK!

WHACK!

"And what did the slut say about Ashish?"

"Vidya said Ashish is fat and old and only fucks in missionary style, giving her no pleasure."

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Mr. Sarun hit my wife again and again. Even as I watched my dear wife get a beating, I was getting harder and harder.

"When Kabir visits tomorrow," He warned my wife. "You will tell him just how much you LOVE his cock. Do you understand, slut?"

WHACK!

"Yes, Sirjee. I understand. I will tell him that. I am so sorry, Sirjee."

WHACK!

"You will praise his hardness and make him happy. You will fuck him MORE than others."

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

WHACK!

"And I am really very angry at your comments about Ashish. He is very important to our firm. When he comes, you will lavish attention on him. You will make no comments about his weight. Or his style of fucking."

"Yes, Sirjee."

WHACK!

Mr. Sarun turned to Narges.

"Give her fifteen strikes with the cane." Mr. Sarun announced, and then turned back to my wife. "Count them out, Vidya."

"Yes, Sirjee."

WHOOSH!

Narges wasted no time and struck my wife firmly on her buttocks with the swinging cane.

"One!" Vidya gamely counted. "I am sorry, Sirjee."

WHOOSH!

"Two!"

Narges continued to cane my wife like a delinquent schoolgirl, and she caned her hard.

WHOOSH!

"Three!"

WHOOSH!

"Four!"

WHOOSH!

"Five!"

And so, it continued. After fifteen strikes, Vidya's ass was bright red and smarting, and she was shivering, her eyes stained with tears and her voice whimpering.

Mr. Sarun then came forward and stood directly behind her, his crotch touching her red smarting ass. Then he unzipped and pulled out his rock-hard pecker. With a grunt, he pushed his giant dick into my wife's anus.

"Mmmph!" Vidya could only grunt as Mr. Sarun started to fuck her butthole. He absolutely used no lubrication, and it must have been extremely painful. Both the maids watched as Mr. Sarun roughly took my wife's ass right there on the dining table. The table shook as Mr. Sarun violently hammered a limp Vidya, his cock penetrating her anal cavity again and again. After about a few minutes of mauling my wife like this, suddenly, with a loud groan, Mr. Sarun started to ejaculate. When he was done, he wiped his dick against her negligee, zipped up and then went to our master bedroom. Just before leaving, he turned around, snapped his fingers, and harshly ordered my wife to follow him.

"Come, slut."

Vidya was in a daze. She stood up, her hair tousled, and her face tear stained, and her ass a brilliant crimson red with cane marks. Spunk dribbled down her legs as she painfully walked, or rather hobbled, and then demurely followed my boss down the hallway and up the stairs. He was going to fuck her again, and everyone knew it.

I couldn't help it. I also started to cum. Again.

Ten minute later, I had cleaned up, shut off the video, and had a lot of thoughts going through my head.

First, this explained why my wife had been extra vocal with Kabir during the Annual Poker Night. Especially when Kabir had been fucking my wife near the window, Vidya was constantly saying, "Oh how I love your dick, Kabir Sir! I love men with giant dicks. Like you. Oh, Kabir Sir. Cum in me. You are filling me in so much. You are so hard!"

Second, I was amazed at my wife's cunning. It was almost Machiavellian in its evilness. She deliberately told Rukmani that Ashish was fat, and she did not like having sex with Ashish, knowing very well Rukmani was going tell Mr. Sarun this, and Vidya would be punished for it. Vidya bravely took on the punishment, but they both played right into her hands. Both Mr. Sarun and his maid thought Vidya did not care at all for Ashish, whereas the reverse was true. My wife cared very deeply about Ashish, even if he was fat and old.

I still remembered what she had told me about Ashish last month during our rendezvous with him.

"Ashish... uncle... is different, my love." My wife had told me about this old and fat lover of hers. "For him, you will see that I completely spread my legs wide. I have surrendered to him totally. We kiss with passion, and he doesn't fuck me. He makes love to me."

Ashish was fat, and definitely not as fit at Mr. Sarun or any of the other men, nor did he have the biggest cock, but he definitely had a hold on my wife. Every time she touched his cock, she told me it felt like she was holding a coveted trophy.

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

I knew that. Ashish would cum deep inside my wife and wouldn't pull out for a long time. He would just lay there, cuddling with her, his cock and cum still deep inside her. I had never seen Vidya happier than after a good fuck session with Ashish.

Yet Mr. Sarun had no inkling of this connection between my wife and Ashish. All due to Vidya's cunningness. And how innocently she had acted in the video! As if she was so shocked that Rukmani had betrayed her confidence to Mr. Sarun, when in fact she had been counting on this very fact!

Suddenly I heard a sound. It was from our bedroom, and it was Vidya. She must have gotten up and gone to the bathroom to freshen up. Very quickly I closed off the camera video viewer apps and switched on Excel to load up a spreadsheet. I didn't want Vidya to know I was watching an old video of her and Mr. Sarun and wanking off to that.

"My love, you are up early." Vidya walked into my home office room, looking like a million bucks. "Did mama leave?"

Vidya was wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe. Her full breasts pushed out against the bathrobe, and her silky jet-black hair was flowing down to her hips.

"Yes, my love. We had breakfast together before she left."

"Good." Vidya tousled my hair lovingly. "Did you have fun with her, jaanu?"

"Er... yes. Thank you, Vidya."

Vidya laughed and knelt down in front of me, her head just inches in front of my penis. She flicked out her tongue and licked the head of my cock.

"Mmm... tastes like fresh cum." She smiled at me. "Did she just leave?"

"Er... yes." I lied. I wasn't going to tell her I wanked off to a video of Mr. Sarun abusing her. "We... er... you know... before she left."

"Oh, my love." Vidya engulfed my penis with her mouth, completely taking it in. Her tongue ran up and down my shaft even as my whole dick was inside her lips. She quietly sucked my penis for a minute before taking it out.

"Now we have to get ready for Mr. Sarun, my dear." She told me. "Tell me, my love. How do you feel about it, honestly."

"Well, we already got the shares, honey." I started, even as Vidya once again took my cock in her mouth. "I really don't understand why we have to host him again. Yes... I know... that plan. But honestly, does it even matter?"

"Hmmm." Vidya continued to suck on my manhood for a bit before once again popping it out. "Tell me what is exactly bugging you, jaanu."

"I am a proud Indian man." I told Vidya. "Yet now I will have to watch my boss violate my wife's body in all sorts of ways. I will be powerless to help you as he spanks you or canes you, or slaps you, or you have your pussy or asshole pounded by his humongous dick on a near constant basis. You will be his personal cum dump."

It was all coming out of me in one rant. I guess I had a lot of bottled-up feelings inside me. A therapist would mint gold if they had me.

"And now he punishes you as well." Vidya softly added. I sighed and nodded.

As if a man calling me a cuckold and fucking my wife in front of me was not enough punishment. In my own house, I had nowhere to hide. I had to feebly watch as my wife submitted herself to this other man in the full sense of the word. And now, he would slap me and cane me if he felt I wasn't obeying him enough.

Yes, I realized Vidya had it worse.

He would often slap Vidya in the middle of sex. He would ask her a question even as she was having an orgasm.

Don't delay in answering my questions, Mr. Sarun would instruct her, before slapping her, and Vidya would meekly apologize and ask for forgiveness from him even as she was slapped again. All this time while still going through her orgasm.

"I... your wife... am his personal slave girl." Vidya spoke, as if reading my mind perfectly. "You know... this last year... I had no dignity left of my own. I was stripped naked, spanked and then fucked in front of the others. I was at your boss's beck and call."

But you like it that way, I almost wanted to say. But I didn't.

"Honey." My wife gave my now hard penis a lick before continuing, "You are a cuckold. You have that cuckold fetish. You have watched as men after men had their way with me. Sometimes openly, in front of you, and other times behind your back. Why is your little dick getting all jealous now? Why is this different now?"

"Well, we don't have to do it anymore, right?"

Vidya didn't say anything for some time. She continued to suck on my rock-hard dick.

"Mr. Sarun. He owns me, and when he is here, he will be my absolute master." Vidya looked up at me and explained. "Whatever he says, I will do. If he wants me to slap you, I will slap you. If he wants me to piss on you, I will piss on you. I will be his absolute slave girl when he's here. I will still love you, but I will be his. And you know him - he will try to humiliate you and undermine your manhood the best way he can."

Vidya was telling me in no uncertain terms that she expected my total compliance and co-operation for the next three weeks.

"Yes, dear."

"Mr. Sarun is a real man, and you are a cuck." Vidya carried on. "He's a strong man. If he decides he wants to cane you... trust me... as someone who has been caned by him... it will hurt. So, try your best to obey all instructions. You know he wants you in my panties... and only my panties. So... this time... remember that."

"Yes, my love."

"Do you know why he wants you dressed in a woman's panties?" Vidya asked me.

I gulped.

"It reminds me that I am the cuckold." I answered. "It helps me keep my male ego in check and remind me that I am not man enough for my wife. It makes me accept that he is the one and only man of the house."

"Good. And as the man of the house, what does he get to do?"

"Er... you."

Vidya paused for a moment and gently stroked my penis.

"Your dick is hard." She commented.

"Well, my love." I replied. "You are stroking it!"

"It is hard, yes." Vidya murmured, and then looked at me with a naughty expression. "But not as hard as when you see another man fuck me, my love!"

"Er... sure." I managed a grin, albeit uncomfortably.

"The very first time I cucked you," My wife told me, continuing to gently rub my manhood. "It felt so strange. I have never said this before, my love, but it was so different to be looking at Gaurav... at another man... who was not my husband, and knowing he was soon going to fuck me. I don't say this often, babe, but I really, really, love you. And the very first time I... made you... a cuckold... it felt so dirty. I... I felt like I had fallen far from my own standards. I was a slut before marriage. I didn't want to be one after."

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

"Then, we made it into a lifestyle, you and me. A cuckold and hotwife lifestyle." She continued. "When I fucked Ramu, I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying it, but also how much you were enjoying it."

"Yes, babe."

"We were built for each other." Vidya continued. "You are a cuckold, and I am a slut. And we had fun... we continued... and then Mr. Sarun happened. He treats me as his sex toy... making me do perverse things... and I do it. I want to desperately stop it, but my body keeps betraying me. I want to go back to being your faithful wife."

Once more I said nothing, and let Vidya continue.

"Honey, I know the shares are now ours." Vidya continued. "But if he remains a CEO, he holds a position of power over us. All the time, even if I say I am not sleeping with him anymore. I don't want that, my love. This is why, even if the chance is small, I have to help Ashish. If, somehow, he can remove Mr. Sarun..."

"What if Ashish doesn't have the votes?"

"That's on Ashish." Vidya tossed her head and went back to my penis. "And if not, we will always have our backup plan we hatched in Sri Lanka. And... the other backup."

As I said, more on what we did in Sri Lanka later.

"Yes, my dear."

"Now, my love. Stop thinking of Mr. Sarun. And cum in my mouth."

I couldn't help it much longer. Vidya had been sucking me for ten minutes now and talking about how I was a cuckold. I erupted in her mouth. Vidya continued to lick and suck until I was done fully ejaculating inside her.

"Remember, you are not a sissy. You are my true love." Vidya told me, as she swallowed completely and then wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "I absolutely love you because you give me the freedom to experience all the passion, pleasures and fantasies I ever could have. You are mine and I am yours and nothing can change that. Thanks for being so supporting, my love. Just three more weeks. Then after that... we can enjoy just being with each other. Forever."

I had to trust her. I had no option.

"Yes, my love."

* * *

"There he is!"

My wife's excited squeal broke my thoughts. I could see the giant muscular figure of Mr. Sarun make his way through the crowd. A smile lit his face as he spotted my wife and me. With an inwards groan of jealousy, I realized Mr. Sarun still looked years younger than his actual age, all due to his extensive workout, wealth, healthy eating and physical fitness. And I, Vidya's husband, stood beside her, trying to suck in my growing pot belly.

This whole morning Vidya was on pins and needles, like a bride who was both excited and scared for her honeymoon night. Even after two years of being cuckolded, I still found it hard to believe when I saw my beautiful wife getting ready for another man, knowing that I will be spending the next few nights all alone while another man will use my dear wife as a fucktoy. On the half hour long ride to the airport, Vidya squirmed and fidgeted in her seat, and there was a wild hungry look in her eyes. Or maybe that was my imagination on overdrive.

"Vidya!" Mr. Sarun put down the luggage and embraced my wife in a tight bear hug, his hands going around her waist and squeezing her on her big buttocks. They kissed, his lips locking onto hers. Nervously I glanced around the airport to see if anyone we knew was there. I am sure someone was there, and they would be surprised to see this older man grope and kiss my wife like this.

"Rajesh." My boss turned to me. His hands were still around my wife's waist, holding her tightly, and she rubbed her body against him. "Get my luggage, idiot."

"Yes, Sir."

"And lead the way to your car. Move fast, you piece of shit. Why are you standing there!"

"I am so sorry, Sir."

Vidya giggled as Mr. Sarun scolded me. By now my wife was used to seeing my boss humiliate me in multiple different ways, especially in front of her.

"He's nervous, Sirjee." Vidya grinned. "After all, he will now have to watch a real man have real sex with his wife."

Mr. Sarun laughed and turned towards me.

"I am just so happy to be here, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun beamed. "I am so looking forward to fucking this lovely wife of yours."

"And I am looking forward to you fucking my brains out, Sirjee." Vidya added.

Not so loud, guys, someone could hear you, I desperately wanted to say.

"Err... yes, Sir. We are also happy to see you." I replied instead, blushing with embarrassment.

I took his hand luggage and his one heavy suitcase and started to walk towards the parking area. I could hear my wife, and my boss, walk behind me, talking and laughing animatedly. Sometimes I would hear Vidya squeal and gently admonish my boss, either for pinching her ass or for groping her boobs and remind him that they were in public, and this was still India. Mr. Sarun would laugh and nonchalantly smack her on her buttocks, and they continued their conversation. Even as I groaned at the fact that someone that we know could perhaps see us, a side of me found that idea tantalizing. As I said, I was a complex character.

Finally, thankfully, we were at the car, and I loaded the luggage in the back.

Vidya and Mr. Sarun got in the back, and I got into the front seat as the driver. The rearview mirror had already been adjusted so I could view the entire back seat.

"Welcome to Pune, Sir." I said, as I started the car. "Let me know if the temperature is comfortable for you."

Mr. Sarun was already playing with my wife. Vidya was wearing a sari, and Mr. Sarun had already removed the pallu.

"Take the Marine Drive Road, cuckold." Mr. Sarun ordered me, as he fingered the buttons on Vidya's blouse. "While I take good care of my favourite slut."

"Sir." I told him. "That will take around twenty minutes longer."

"Of course, you idiot." Mr. Sarun laughed. "I want you to take the longer route!"

Vidya's little laughter told me what I had so stupidly missed. Of course, Mr. Sarun wanted me to take the longer route. It would give him more time in the backseat with Vidya, especially since I had tinted windows. Dejectedly, I started the car and headed out on the road. As I drove along the crowded road, occasionally tried to take in what was happening in his back seat from the rear-view mirror.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

Vidya and Mr. Sarun were kissing. By now my boss had my wife's blouse (and bra open), and her massive tits were hanging out. As they kissed, Mr. Sarun played with my wife's boobs, caressing and pinching her nipples. I knew this was one quick way to immediately turn on my wife. He then stopped kissing her lips and locked his mouth around her left tit.

"Oooh Sirjee!" I heard my wife moan as Mr. Sarun went on sucking her boob. By now her petticoat had been bunched up towards her waist, and Mr. Sarun reached down with his hand to part her thin panties. Vidya's muted moans shifted into a high pitch as my boss must have expertly fingered her cunt while continuing to suck her nipple.

"Oooh, I love you so much, Sirjee!"

I was just glad the traffic wasn't moving very fast. I had to focus on not crashing the car even as I paid attention to the road while also keeping an eye on the action in the back seat. Mr. Sarun was now licking my wife's other boob, while still playing with her clit. Vidya's eyes were closed, her back was arched and her whole body was shaking. I knew she was on fire and having the first of her orgasms as Mr. Sarun continued to expertly fuck her with his finger.

"OOOOOOH SIRJEE!" She came violently on his fingers, gushing out liquids of her juice as her climax took full control of her body. My dear darling wife, a mature intelligent woman, was powerless in front of her own body's desires as she writhed and convulsed, with waves of orgasm washing through her. I could smell her shamelessly ejaculate as Mr. Sarun expertly held his fingers deep inside her cunt. He waited until my wife was finished, her orgasm finally fading away, and her helpless moans becoming a whimper, before pulling out his finger and holding it in front of her face.

"Suck it, my slut." He ordered. "Lick your juices clean."

Without any hesitation, Vidya opened her lips and Mr. Sarun inserted the wet finger that had just been in her cunt, into her mouth. Vidya sucked and licked it clean. Mr. Sarun took it out, and gently patted my wife's cheeks. He then raised his hands and slapped her hard across her face.

SLAP!

"Oh, I missed your sweet lips." He said, as he raised his hand again. "And these cheeks of yours."

"And I missed you, Sirjee. Please slap me again, Sirjee."

SLAP!

"You are such a slut. You are the most sex crazy married woman I know."

"I love you, Sirjee. I am crazy only for you. You can do anything to me."

SLAP!

"I know! I will have great fun breeding you and making you pregnant, Vidya." Mr. Sarun told my wife, even as he continued to slap her on her cheeks.

"I will have great fun carrying your child, Sirjee." Vidya replied. "I am so turned on... and intimidated... at the same time, Sirjee!"

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Vidya." Finally, after slapping my wife a few times, Mr. Sarun ordered her. "Time for you to suck on something else."

"Oh yes, Sirjee." Ever eager to please, my wife's eyes shone enthusiastically. She reached out and began to undo the buckle of Mr. Sarun's belt and pull down on his zipper. From the rear-view mirror, I could see my wife's eyes widen. She gushed with delight when she unearthed my boss's huge erect cock from inside his pants. Vidya brought her face close to it, smiling.

"Oh, what a beautiful cock, Sirjee!" Vidya gushed, giving Mr. Sarun's penis a wet kiss. "I missed it so much!"

Then suddenly Vidya caught my glance in the mirror.

"Keep your eyes on the road, honey!" She mumbled. "Drive carefully."

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

"Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun boomed. "You are now going to get used to the sight of your wife with my cock inside one of her holes at all times from now on!"

"Yes... Sir." I mumbled, as I focused on the road. "I am a cuckold, Sir. I know this is how it's going to be."

"Sex is so much better," Mr. Sarun grinned, and turned to my wife. "When it's with another man's wife, Mrs. Vidya Mathur!"

Soon I heard the familiar sounds as my wife Vidya went down on the floor of the car to take Mr. Sarun's cock properly in her mouth. I could see in the mirror the outline and shape of Mr. Sarun's giant cock as he moved it around inside her mouth.

God, I love this lady! I thought to myself. Vidya's lips never looked sexier than with his penis in her mouth. Not even on our marriage day when she kissed me. I love her cuckolding me like this!

Suddenly I realized I was sad. Sad! Why? Sad that soon my life as a cuckold would be over! What was wrong with me.

"Ah! Aaaaah!"

I heard my boss's moans become louder and louder.

"Slut." He suddenly announced. "I am about to cum. Swallow every drop."

As I pulled into the beginning of my neighborhood, I heard Mr. Sarun began to ejaculate into my wife's lips. Mr. Sarun suddenly grunted, and Vidya started swallowing frantically, making tiny little sounds of contentment as she milked his sperm, swallowing his entire load. His balls must've been full because it took a long time.

Vidya kept her mouth planted on his cock, sucking him all the time. Mr. Sarun grunted and pressed her head down on him as he continued to empty his huge load of semen into her mouth. My wife dutifully licked every semen drop off his shaft until his balls were empty, and when she was done, gave his cock a smooching kiss then returned it into his pants. She sat up next to him and straightened out her dress. Her hand went to touching the bulge in his crotch. The look of desire in her eyes was all for him. It was the look a girl would give her first love who had succeeded in completely seducing her. I never get that look - not even after fucking her - and here she was, giving that look, after sucking another man's cock.

It's just an act, I tried to comfort myself. Vidya is playing him for a fool.

Yet, a nagging thought continued to bug me. What if it was not an act? By now, Vidya was just so comfortable letting another man do anything to her in front of me, that I just didn't know what was real anymore.

"Good timing, cuckold." Mr. Sarun's sharp voice cut through my thoughts, as he straightened his pants. "Can't wait to go to bed and fuck this slut wife of yours properly."

"Er... of course, Sir." What else could I say? My wife had just swallowed his load, and I would have to swallow my pride.

I parked the car and opened my door.

"Get Sirjee's suitcase, will you?" My wife commanded me, as we both alighted from the car. "Be careful with your back; it looked a little heavy as you were putting it in the boot."

"Yes, ma'am." I replied, and I saw Vidya nod approvingly. We both knew that now that we were in Mr. Sarun's presence, I could no longer address her as dear or babe or darling. I then turned to my boss as I grabbed his suitcase.

"I didn't get to talk much on the drive back, Sir." I commented politely. "How was the flight?"

"It was good, cuckold." Mr. Sarun was gruff as he entered my house. "I am thirsty. Vidya always makes me thirsty when she milks me dry. Do you have something to drink?"

It was clear that Mr. Sarun wasn't interested in making small talk with me. I was just a servant, here to be commanded.

"Yes, Sir." I closed the front door and turned to face him again. "Let me take your coat, Sir. There is beer in the fridge, or I can get you some chilled fruit juice. Please take a seat on the sofa, Sir, and let me know how I can prepare your drink."

"Cold beer." Mr. Sarun grunted. "And listen, for the first day or so, I don't want you in the bedroom. You will stay out here and listen, if you like, to us fucking. When we are both ready to have you in the room, I will call for you."

"Er... yes, Sir."

"Now, tell me," Mr. Sarun asked me as he made his way inside the foyer. "What are you wearing inside your pants, cuckold?"

"Er... my wife's panties, Sir."

"Good that you are. It's good to see you obey my commands and be dressed in your wife's panties." Mr. Sarun chuckled as he made his way to the living room. "I didn't want to slap or kick you again like last time, especially in front of your pretty wife. At least, not yet."

"Er... yes, Sir." I gulped. "I had learned my lesson, Sir."

"I am sure I will get to punish you at some point." Mr. Sarun continued ominously. "Cuckolds like you need to be put in your place. You need to be reminded that you are not man enough to take care of your wife."

"Er... yes, Sir."

"Our cuckold is a good boy who will see to our every need, won't you, my love!" My wife giggled as she followed her lover to the living room. "My husband is here to take care of our needs, Sirjee. He is to obey all our commands... especially yours, Sirjee. He is a natural cuck. He's so sweet, bringing another man home to his wife!"

As they laughed, I dragged Mr. Sarun's heavy suitcase upstairs to the master bedroom. Then I went to the servant room and stripped, until I was just dressed in a pair of pink panties. Then I rushed downstairs again to the kitchen. As Mr. Sarun indicated, he usually liked a cold beer after a blowjob, so I quickly got one and went back to the living room.

"Here you go, Sir." I knelt down and presented the beer to him. I remained kneeling as Mr. Sarun gulped down the beer quickly even as I stood far away. Mr. Sarun then placed the empty beer can on the side table and then glanced at me.

"Cuckold!" Mr. Sarun barked. "Come here."

I immediately scampered to stand beside him. Mr. Sarun got up from the sofa. He was a hulk, towering over me.

"Take me to the washroom." He ordered. "There's one on this floor, isn't there?"

"Er... yes, Sir. This way."

Mr. Sarun followed me as I walked towards the bathroom that was on the lower floor beside the study. I stood outside the door as Mr. Sarun walked in. To my surprise, he turned back to look at me.

"Come inside with me."

"Er... yes, Sir." I gulped. What did he want with me inside the washroom? I was soon to find out.

"I am going to pee." He stated. "You will kneel, take my penis out of my pants and hold it as I urinate."

"Er... yes, Sir."

Somewhat puzzled, I knelt next to the toilet as Mr. Sarun stood in front of it. I then reached from his fly, finding his zipper.

I had never done something like this, and to tell you the truth, I didn't like it. I had no homosexual tendencies, and this was something that I didn't find kinky at all. Still, Mr. Sarun was the boss.

I unzipped him and reached inside. I then extracted the beautiful dark big cock that I knew my wife was addicted to. Holding his powerful manhood in my hand, I aimed it at the toilet water. I felt it swell a bit just before the first spurt of urine came. A mighty stream followed. When it ended, I gave it a shake and then with a tissue paper I wiped away the last little drops from the tip.

"Sir, I know I have said this before," I remarked. "But your penis is magnificent."

"Thank you, cuckold." Mr. Sarun grunted. "Your wife, and many other wives, love this cock. Being fucked like this, from time to time, is the only thing keeping them from leaving their husbands, you know?"

"Er... I guess, Sir."

"Vidya told me how boring you are in bed." Mr. Sarun laughed. "You should be thanking me for keeping her satisfied."

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

"Women are sexual creatures, even if they don't want to admit it." Mr. Sarun continued. "I once had a secretary. Mrs. Shilpa Aurora. Very conservative, married, mature with grown kids. One hour into a meeting in my chamber, she was on her knees, tits out, and I was cumming in her mouth."

"It is all because you have a real man's cock, Sir."

"Good." Mr. Sarun laughed. "Now put my cock back inside and zip me up, will you?"

Following that strange episode, we both emerged from the washroom.

* * *

It took Mr. Sarun four days before I was punished physically by him. I knew it was just a matter of time before he would do it. Mr. Sarun was a man's man, and I was a cuckold. It was only a matter of time before he would exert his dominance over me, and this time it took him four days.

Those four days he was completely besotted with Vidya. My dear wife! It was almost as if he had never met her before, and he was fucking her for the first time. The master bedroom door remained mostly closed throughout the day. Each day he fucked my wife multiple times, and each session was a long marathon session.

My poor Vidya! As he had told me the moment he had stepped into the house, I was generally not allowed into the room to watch them, but I could hear the sounds of their bodies banging, the bed squeaking, and interspersed with those was the sound when he let his violent streak out.

He would slap Vidya often, and once I heard him cane her for an hour straight, before they had anal sex. As I listened through the door, I felt a huge sense of shame and inadequacy. Here was my beloved wife being mercilessly caned, and then fucked on her buttocks by another man on the other side of the door, and all I could do was try to listen in and try not to get caught in the act.

And masturbate.

Another man had turned my wife into his own fucktoy and cum dump, and that made me hard! What was wrong with me! He was taking my own wife in front of me, and all I could do was cum in my pants!

"He fucked me those four days like an animal in heat." Vidya would later tell me. "He rubs his cock and balls all over my face before he fucks me - he says that it makes me wet, and it shows what I am - a cock slut! And he wasn't wrong! Sirjee must have had me in every position. He slapped me often, and then would have me give him a blowjob. In short, he used me, and my holes, quite thoroughly."

Mr. Sarun remained true to the promise he had made to me when he had visited my house for the very first time.

"I am going to fuck your wife's brains out, Rajesh. I just love cute, married Indian ladies who know how to stay in shape, with a great ass, and who are ever ready to please. And that's your wife."

Vidya hardly came out of the bedroom, and I saw her only a couple of times outside the room in those four days. Once to get some water from the kitchen and another time to get something to eat. Both times she was naked, her makeup smeared, and there were red lash marks on her buttocks, and dried spunk on her thighs and even on her boobs. We didn't talk... she just gave me a tired smile, blew me a kiss, then took what she had to, and returned to the bedroom. Each time she reentered the room, I saw the same look in her eyes. A subtle mix of admiration, fear, anticipation, and sheer horniness at what was about to happen behind that door.

After the second day Mr. Sarun ordered me to prepare and serve all their meals to them in bed.

Of course, I, dressed in only my wife's thin pink panties, would have to keep my eyes lowered as I walked in with the trays of food and drinks, making sure I wasn't looking at the nude body of my own wife. Sometimes I would knock and then be asked to come in, even as they were engaged in coitus. I would deftly and quietly place the trays down on the dressing table and make my way out, even as Vidya's moans and screams made their way to my ears. Out of the corner of my eye I would see my own wife lying on the bed, spread eagled, shameless, panting like an animal in heat, and Mr. Sarun's cock stuffed deep into her pussy, cum leaking out of her holes.

Every time he fucked her, every time he thrust inside her, I could hear my wife mumble, "I love you, Sirjee!"

"What about your husband?" Mr. Sarun once taunted her.

"He will take care of me when I get old, Sirjee!" Vidya replied. "Right now, I need more. Fuck me however you want. Use me. Own me with your big cock. I love being your whore. I am so looking forward to carrying your child, Sirjee."

"I am enjoying breeding you, slut."

"Oh, yes, Sirjee."

It was the sound of complete ecstasy. Her complete fulfillment. Her pleasure was undeniable and that was what made that moan of hers so memorable. Yes, this all might be a plan of ours, but there was no doubt that Vidya was enjoying every moment of being taken like this.

Then, on the fifth day, today, I was late with the dinner, and Mr. Sarun finally decided to punish me. That too, in front of my wife.

That was over two hours ago.

Since then, I had been standing for over two hours outside the bedroom door. My wife's pink panties were at my ankles, and I dared not move, even though I could hear Mr. Sarun roughly fuck my wife inside the bedroom and I knew he wasn't going to come out and see me change my position.

My ass hurt. Not only because there was a giant butt plug in my rectum that made me squirm every minute with discomfort, but because of the caning I had received from my boss earlier. I had never been punished like that, and it stung so much more than I could have imagined. Mr. Sarun had made me bend over the dining table, and then used a cane to spank me for over half an hour, all the time as Vidya watched silently.

Mr. Sarun was a good disciplinarian. He didn't rush to get his cane, but instead took his time, even as I waited at the dining table. I was given plenty of time to get into proper position, with my (wife's) panties pulled down, my hands resting on the table as I held myself in a bent over position with legs spread slightly and back slightly arched. I had plenty of time to hold still and allow the dread to build. It felt like an eternity before Mr. Sarun reappeared with the cane.

My buttocks were blistering, and I was crying as stroke after stroke hit their mark. I was an abject cuckold, being given a dose of discipline by the bull... who was now the master of the house, and my wife.

When he was done, Mr. Sarun made Vidya insert a butt plug inside me and told me to stand outside the bedroom door, facing the wall. Now it's been over two hours as I had stood there, trying to bear my pain, while hearing my wife being thoroughly fucked inside the bedroom.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

I heard Mr. Sarun slap her five times in quick succession. From the last four days, I knew this was often before he would start to ejaculate. Vidya too seemed to know it - she was used to the way he manhandled, or rather abused, her.

"FUUUCCCK! OOOOH SIRJEEE!"

I heard her moan in a drawn out in breathless female ecstasy. She was having yet another orgasm. And soon, following the five slaps, I heard Mr. Sarun grunt loudly as he started to ejaculate inside her.

There was a strange silence for a few minutes.

"Cuckold!" I suddenly heard Mr. Sarun bark. "You piece of shit! Come in here."

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun was seated on the bed by the side, fully naked, his penis now limp, but still showing some wetness. My wife was lying on the bed, the blanket covering her up to her waist, leaving her big boobs out. I could see kiss marks and hickeys on her neck. Her cheeks were red from where she had just been slapped.

"Kneel."

"Yes, Sir."

I knelt quietly on the floor at Mr. Sarun's feet, my head lowered.

"How does it feel to know, cuckold," Mr. Sarun's loud voice boomed, "That your wife... maybe... is being impregnated... right in front of you? She will carry my child."

"Er... thank you, Sir, for the honour, of my wife carrying your child."

"I want you to get a cock cage, cuckold." Mr. Sarun commanded. "When Vidya soon flaunts her pregnant belly to you, you will get hard knowing your wife is carrying my child. But you can't get hard... because of the cage."

"Er... a cock cage, Sir?"

"I am thinking Vidya should deliver the child in the States. That way, my kid can be an American citizen." Mr. Sarun continued. "That way, if she moves to the States, I can also keep fucking her whenever I want."

"Um... Sir, what about me?"

"You?" Mr. Sarun cast a look of pity at me and laughed. "You should just be happy I am fucking your wife. You should look at her pregnant belly and masturbate."

I didn't know what to say, so I kept silent and didn't say anything in reply.

"Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun's voice boomed. "Don't you find it thrilling to see and hear your wife cum like this? I mean -- here is this woman you love -- just completely, totally opening herself, with her mind and body, to another man -- your boss. Even as I breed her."

"Er, yes, Sir. It is very arousing Sir." I admitted. "You can satisfy her sexually far better than me, Sir."

"You know it's true, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun gently cupped one of Vidya's tits. "Look at the slut, Rajesh. Look at your wife, you cuckold. She is basking in sheer sexual joy. A large, hard cock -- a real penis. One that touches her in places where she is not used to being touched. Aren't you glad to see how much she enjoys it?"

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun cast another pitiful glance at me.

"How is your ass feeling, sissy?" My boss asked.

"I have been better, Sir." I muttered an honest reply.

"You're going to learn to never be late, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun stated, and then raised his hand. "You are my servant, and you need to be punctual. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

SLAP!

Mr. Sarun moved his hand quickly and I felt a sharp sting on my cheeks.

"By now, a cuckold like you should know this."

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Sir."

"You served dinner almost twenty minutes late!"

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Sir."

"It's still an hour to midnight." Mr. Sarun commented. "You may take off the butt plug then, and not a minute sooner."

Inwardly I groaned. I had thought my punishment was going to be over now. Rather, I was to suffer for another hour.

"Yes, Sir."

SLAP!

He slapped me again, this time quite harshly.

"Even now, as you came in, I caught you looking at your wife's tits." Mr. Sarun scolded me. "Vidya is now not just your wife, but my slut! I told you that you are only allowed to look at my slut when I say so."

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Sir."

SLAP!

"Do you want to be caned again, cuck?"

"Er... no, Sir."

SLAP!

"Good." Mr. Sarun then turned to my wife. "Vidya, do you have something to say to your cuckold?"

"Babe. My dear cuckold." Vidya finally spoke. Her eyes shone with a mixture of pity and contempt. "I am glad you have accepted your new position in our marriage. To be a servant to us, and especially to Sirjee. It's for the best."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Please don't interrupt me, cuckold." Vidya admonished me in a haughty tone. "You just got slapped and caned by Sirjee. You have to learn how to obey him and be punctual. Do you understand?"

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

"Good!" Mr. Sarun cut in. "Now, Rajesh, go and make us some sandwiches. Sex with your wife makes me hungry."

"Yes, Sir."

About an hour later, Mr. Sarun and Vidya had wolfed down all the sandwiches I had made. My boss then looked at me.

"I am going to fuck your wife again." He spoke. "You can come inside and watch if you like. I am going to fuck her harder than anyone ever has. I am going to fuck her mouth, her pussy and her ass. You can watch."

"Er... thank you, Sir."

"You can remove the butt plug." Mr. Sarun laughed. "I am going upstairs now. Come in ten minutes."

"Yes, Sir."

"You will be fully naked. You are a cuckold, so I don't want you to have any dignity. You are a shameless creature whose wife is fucked by everyone, so you don't get to wear clothes in my presence."

"Yes, Sir."

"You will stand in the corner. And watch. No noise."

"Yes, Sir."

So, ten minutes later, I was standing quietly in one corner of my own bedroom, watching the bed.

My wife was on our marital bed, lying shamelessly down on her belly, her head up, looking straight at me, fully naked. Mr. Sarun was lovingly stroking Vidya's chin with his hand.

Vidya then took his hand in hers and pressed her lips on to his hand. She was kissing his hand.

I watched as my wife kissed my boss's palm, and then sucked on his thumb. When she was done, Mr. Sarun then patted her cheeks.

"Oh, my love!" My wife uttered. "Oh, Sirjee! I am here for you."

Mr. Sarun continued to pat her cheek. I knew what was going to happen next. We all knew.

SLAP!

My boss raised his hand and calmly slapped my wife on her cheek. He then let his hand rest on the part of the cheek which he had just struck. My wife calmly took the hand in her hands again, and kissed it all over, before once again sucking on his thumb. Mr. Sarun then pulled it out of her mouth, raised it and slapped her again.

SLAP!

Kiss.

SLAP!

Kiss.

SLAP!

Kiss.

Each time he would strike her, my wife would kiss his hand again, murmuring something. After a couple more slaps, Mr. Sarun let her kiss his hand all over. Not for the first time, I wondered why Vidya was so submissive to him. Why did she get turned on when he... slapped her!

You know the answer, my subconscious told me. You get turned on when SHE slaps YOU!

"You are so hot, my randi." Mr. Sarun told my wife. "I can't wait to fuck you. Again!"

My wife's face lit up like a thousand watts of light as she smiled.

"Thank you, Sirjee. I love it when you say that."

Mr. Sarun, also fully naked, climbed on the bed and laid down on his back. My wife snuggled close to him and grabbed hold of his face with her hands. She then started to kiss him all over his face.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

I watched as my wife kissed him on his cheeks, on his forehead, on his nose, on his eyes and ears. She licked the base of his neck and then circled back to his eyes. I watched her as she rubbed her face against his, cheek to cheek. I then watched as she pressed her lips against his, and I could almost see their tongues wrestle with each other. The French kissed for a long time, only coming up for air every so often.

"Oh... Oh...." My wife was continuously moaning.

"You are so hot. I can't get enough of you." My boss repeated his comment, leading to my wife smiling again.

I could see Mr. Sarun was now quite hard. He made my wife lie down on her back beside her and wrapped his arms around her. She too wrapped herself on him, and I could see her spread her legs a bit, as she put on leg on his. They kissed again and again as Vidya tussled Mr. Sarun's hair. He sucked on her breasts for a bit before going back to nuzzle at the nape of her neck.

"Oh, Sirjee!" Vidya uttered.

Mr. Sarun then climbed on top of her. His hands were now on hers, pinning her down. Vidya's legs were totally spread open, and she had then wrapped around her lover's body. Her breasts were smashed against his chest, and I could see her eyes tight shut, while her mouth was open. My boss's dick was at the entrance of her vagina, and he started to enter her.

"Oh!" She managed to utter. "Oh! Sirjee! Ah!"

My boss was now inside her, his pecker buried deep in her love canal.

"Keep watching, babe." My wife gave me one look - a glance of pity - and uttered. "This is how real sex is."

Mr. Sarun fucked her like this for quite some time. It was a sight to see; his dark body against her fair one, writhing, moving. He was banging her while holding her pinned down tightly. I was watching my wife being humped like a whore.

Any man that can fuck her like this deserves to cum inside her, my mind kept telling me.

After a while they changed positions so that she was now on top, riding him like a cowgirl. Whenever she would bend down to kiss him and suck on his lips, her ass would be exposed, and Mr. Sarun would pat my wife's big round buttocks lovingly before smacking it.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

No lover of Vidya could resist her ass. In the words of my former boss Gaurav, Vidya had the most "spankable ass". I watched my wife's flesh quiver as Mr. Sarun spanked her again and again on her rump. All the time she continued to ride him. From her expression, I knew she was having an orgasm.

Soon they changed positions again. This time he was on top, and even though he was still inside her, they hugged and kissed for long periods of time.

"Oh, my love. Sirjee!" Vidya would utter. "I love you. I love you."

"You are going to make me a pretty baby, Vidya." Mr. Sarun replied.

He was ploughing into her, fucking her again. For ten minutes I watched as he fucked her hard and fast. He was using his big cock like a weapon, impaling her and pinning her down, until she was gasping for breath. Soon Vidya was continuously screaming his name. She was in the middle of her third orgasm. Or was it fourth?

They changed positions again. This time she was on top, and he had his hand on her hair. He was pulling her head by the hair, so her body was arched back, her big bosom jutting out, heaving as he fucked her with big, deep strokes.

As he thrust in and then out of her, with his other hand he alternated between kneading her boobs or spanking her on the butt.

"Oh Sirjee! Oh Sirjee!" Vidya was now screaming. "Please cum in me! Please cum in me!"

"I want to cum on your face." Mr. Sarun announced.

If Vidya was disappointed, she didn't show it. The lovers unwrapped themselves from each other, and then Mr. Sarun stood up, followed by Vidya. Mr. Sarun grabbed a fistful of my wife's hair and yanked it downwards. Obediently, like a slave, my wife went down on the floor and knelt down in front him. His rock-hard penis was now in front of her face. Slowly my wife started to lick up and down his shaft.

"Oh babe." Mr. Sarun murmured. He was getting close to the edge now.

My wife was now rubbing his manhood with her hands, giving him a fast handjob. Mr. Sarun raised one hand and swiped it across her face.

SLAP!

"Take it in your mouth, Vidya."

"Yes, Sirjee."

SLAP!

I watched as his big, long, hard cock slowly invaded her mouth. My wife had her hand wrapped around my boss's hips, placing them on his behind, even as he was slowly fucking her face with long strokes. She chocked and gagged a little as he went deeper, but gamely continued on. My boss continued to hold her by the hair.

"I am going to cum." Mr. Sarun suddenly announced, and rapidly pulled out of her mouth.

A big glob of semen suddenly hit my wife square on her face. More heavy jets of cum squirt out of his cock, covering her eyes, nose, lips and cheeks. I watched as Mr. Sarun continued to ejaculate onto my wife, covering her hair, her neck and her breasts with this cum. Finally, after what seemed like ages, his penis finally stopped expelling semen onto my wife.

"Lick me clean." Mr. Sarun ordered.

"Yes, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun then turned towards me.

"As you can see, cuckold, a real man cums on another man's wife's face. While her husband cums in her panties."

"Er... yes, Sir."

"Now, cuck," Mr. Sarun ordered. "Leave."

"Yes, Sir."

My boss wanted to knock up my wife on our bed, and I wasn't allowed to watch.

* * *

The next morning, I woke up late. It was already 10 when I got up from the bed in the servants' quarters. I brushed and freshened up, put on my wife's panties, and then made my way to the downstairs, aware that Mr. Sarun might be up already, and I would again by punished by not having breakfast ready. Hoping he was still asleep; I entered the kitchen.

No such luck. Mr. Sarun was seated at the table, eating freshly cooked eggs with toast. His back was to me as I entered, so he hadn't seen me yet.

Vidya must have gotten up and made breakfast for him, I realized. But where was she?

And then I spotted her.

Vidya was on her knees, under the big dining table in the kitchen, with Mr. Sarun's huge dark cock throbbing in her mouth. My wife was wearing a sari, but her blouse was unbuttoned, and she wasn't wearing a bra, so her big boobs were bouncing happily as her head disappeared onto my boss's lap. It was surreal to watch Mr. Sarun sit nonchalantly, happily eating his eggs and biting his toast, while my wife continued sucking on his big strong dick.

It was amazing to always watch Vidya give head. She fully immersed herself into a blowjob, intending only to pleasure the cock that was in her mouth. As I moved, Vidya saw me first, and even from under the table she gave me a brief smile, before going back to gagging on my boss's monster shaft. Mr. Sarun saw me a moment later as I walked around the table.

"Good morning, cuckold." He grunted at me, even as my wife's lips remained wrapped around his cock. "You are late."

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

"Come, kneel here. Your wife is giving me my morning blowjob."

"Er... yes, Sir."

I walked over to beside the table and knelt on the floor. Right to my left, under the table, was Vidya. The only sound that was now present in the room was the regular sound of his cock going deeper and deeper into my wife's mouth.

"You are late, cuckold." Mr. Sarun repeated again. "YOU are supposed to make breakfast for us. Not Viyda. She is here only to be fucked."

"I am sorry, Sir." I replied, while, out of the corner of my eye, I was watching his dick disappear into Vidya's mouth repeatedly.

"Why are you looking at her, cuckold!" Mr. Sarun thundered. "Eyes down, look at the floor!"

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

I remained there, kneeling, thoroughly chastised, even as Vidya continued to give my boss a blowjob.

"I need Vidya to give me a blowjob before every board meeting." Mr. Sarun was almost talking to himself. "Take out all the stress."

After some time, Mr. Sarun reached down under the table and started pulling her onto his cock faster. I knew Vidya loved it when he forced her to gag on his cock - it reminded her of how slutty she was.

"I am going to cum, bitch." He told my dear wife, who nodded. Mr. Sarun held Vidya forcefully by the hair, fucking her lips roughly with his rock-hard dick. Finally, he couldn't control himself, so he pulled out of my wife's mouth, and started to cum all over her face. Vidya ended up with long ropes of sperm coating her from her forehead to her neck, and all over her hair.

"Go, give your cuckold a kiss." Mr. Sarun ordered, laughing to himself.

"Yes, Sirjee."

My wife crawled over, cum on her face, and pressed her lips against mine. I tried to ignore the stench of my boss's ejaculate, even as I kissed my wife back and pressed my lips against hers. Mr. Sarun then got up. His pants fell down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. He was now walking around, naked from the waist down. Slowly he walked over to where Vidya was, and harshly caught hold of my wife by the hair, again.

"Come, slut." He said, firmly hauling her to her feet by giving her hair a painful tug. "Sex in the morning is always good... especially with another man's wife!"

I watched as they disappeared towards the stairs, no doubt going back up to bed. I heard a couple of sharp sounds, certainly of him spanking her buttocks. As for me, it was time to clean up the mess they had made in the kitchen, make my own breakfast, and then head to work.

* * *

As I drove out of my driveway onto the street, I saw some moving vans outside one house. On an impulse, I stopped at the house to watch the movers shift the packed furniture onto the truck. There was a couple there, supervising the movers, looking glum. I got out of the car and walked over to greet them.

"Good morning, Ravi." I greeted the husband, and then turned to the wife. "Good morning, Sheetal."

The couple mumbled a reply out of politeness. They were a young couple - Ravi was now 35 and Sheetal was 30 - and they lived as tenants in Balachandra's house. The same Balachandra who had been one of Vidya's former lovers.

"It's finally here." Sheetal turned to me and spoke. Her eyes had pain in them, and it was clear she had been crying. "We have to move."

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"For now, back to her mother's place." Ravi answered. "We are storing the furniture in a warehouse. But we have to find some place... cheap... soon."

Sheetal was a long distant relative of Balachandra. Ravi had a job that didn't pay much. The only way they could afford to live in Pune in such a nice neighborhood was because Balachandra had offered them his place... rent free... with a caveat. Whenever Balachandra would visit the city, he would stay at their... meaning his... place. Ravi and Sheetal would host him, and Sheetal and take care of all of his needs.

All of his needs.

Just like me, Ravi was another cuckold whose wife was getting fucked, and fucked repeatedly, by this perverted old man Balachandra. But no longer.

"Is the house sold?" I asked Sheetal this time.

"Yes," Sheetal wiped her tears again and nodded. "Poor Balachandraji! His company went into so much debt... there was no choice. Someone bought the house... and they don't want tenants. And we can't even afford it... so... we have to move."

"What about Balachandraji?" I asked, without much concern. "Where is he staying?"

"He is still with his son in New Delhi." Ravi answered. "But even that place is now up for sale. Poor man... he is fully bankrupt."

As I drove away to work, I had to afford myself a chuckle. Poor Balachandra! He would never know who was responsible for bankrupting him. I had used Mr. Sarun to invest against Balachandra's company... and move into the same sector... undercutting him. Now Balachandra was gone... fully bankrupt... and if Ashish was successful, soon Mr. Sarun would be out of the picture as well.

Sometimes... the cuckold wins. I just hoped it would work out with Mr. Sarun too.

* * *

I was in the office, and it was lunch time. Everyone had gone out to enjoy a beautiful day, and I was alone in my cabin, thinking about my strange marital situation. Meanwhile, I shuddered to think what Vidya was up to. Or what was up in her.

RING! RING!

My cell phone ringing suddenly broke my thoughts. I had recently put a retro telephone ringtone on my cell and now someone was calling. Shaking myself off my thoughts, I glanced at who the caller was.

It was Ashish. Yet another lover of Vidya's.

"Ashish Sir!" I whispered into the phone. We had to be careful, even when I was alone. After all, we were hatching a plot for a coup d'etat against the CEO and Chairman of the Board.

"How are things, Rajesh?" Ashish was similarly soft spoken. "Is Sarun staying with you? I trust your wife is... attending to her... er... duties?"

"Er... yes, Sir." I swallowed. "Vidya is taking care of Mr. Sarun completely, Sir."

"Good, good." Ashish laughed. "I can see that. Sarun used to reply to his emails promptly. Now he takes hours to get back."

"Er... but he still checks his phone and all, Sir." I told Ashish. "So... you know..."

"Yes, I know." Ashish was curt. "I don't expect him to completely cut of all contact just because of a pussy, Rajesh. He is a businessman, after all. Now matter how much enjoyment that pussy gives."

These powerful men were describing my wife just as a 'pussy'.

"Your wife gave me my best sex, Rajesh, my dear cuck boy." Ashish continued. "Ever since I fucked Vidya beti for the first time, I can't stop thinking about her. And what a gaand she has! Every time she bends over, I want to drill her. And the way she sucks cock!"

"My wife always praises you, Sir." I confessed to Ashish. "She says of all the men she had to fuck recently, she loves you the most, Sir. She tells me you make her wet just by being there."

Ashish laughed.

"She may be your sweet wife, cuck," He taunted me. "But Vidya beti is built for cocks like ours. You fuck and cum in her in 2-3 minutes, and to you she's an angel. I fuck her for hours like a whore. And let me tell you, she loves being our whore much more."

"Er... yes, Sir."

"I can't wait until this is done," Ashish said, "And then I can spend some time with Vidya beti."

"Oh." I blurted out, and then held my tongue.

Ashish, Vidya is planning to go back to being a faithful wife, I almost said. So, no more beti for you.

"I like to eat her out." Ashish continued. "And she is so beautiful, your wife! You are a lucky cuckold."

"Thank you, Sir." I then ventured to ask. "Sir... please tell me... do you have the votes?"

I heard the dreaded sigh from the other end.

"Hiren and Akash are still uncertain." Ashish replied. "Without them, I don't think I have the votes."

"They don't care about the videos?" I was shocked. "The ones that show them... with Vidya... and Rukmani... and what if their wives know?"

"The do care." Ashish replied cautiously. "But I think first... they think I am not serious. After all, I too might be implicated, and my own marriage might suffer. Second... I think they are going to blame AI and deepfakes and other reasons to get out of it."

That had been my fear. After all, nowadays you can blame anything on AI.

"So... are you still going forward, Sir?" I asked. After all, he didn't know of Vidya's little backup plan. Or the other backup plan. All Ashish knew, and had, were the videos. But if he didn't bring the motion to a vote, all our other plans were useless.

"Yes, I am." Ashish replied decisively. "In fact, I can't delay it because word will reach Sarun. He will know one way or another that I am moving against him. It is unavoidable... so, I am going to call for a vote tomorrow. We will know where everyone stands. That's why I called you now... to warn you."

"Tomorrow?" I was shocked. "Sir... this was supposed to be a couple of weeks from now."

"Tomorrow." Ashish told me. "You should be happy. Tonight... will be Vidya's final night with Sarun."

As I ended the call and hung up, a lot of thoughts went through my mind. I had to make a call. If I didn't, nothing would happen tomorrow. And Vidya would still be with Mr. Sarun.

Let it go, a small part of my brain said. You know you are born to be a cuckold. You know you can never satisfy a woman like Vidya. Don't do it.

It is amazing sometimes how such a thought can suddenly give you clarity. Faced suddenly with the notion that I would no longer be a cuckold, spurred me into action. The most important was of course our own little plan. It was such a short notice. Very quickly I called another number.

"Yes, tomorrow." I spoke quickly. "Can you be ready?"

I heard some swearing from the other side.

"Here are the meeting details." I recounted where and when the board meeting will be, and once again went over the plan. There was some more swearing, but thankfully we could still proceed.

"OK, see you tomorrow." I said and hung up.

Now... to somehow let Vidya know when I got home.

* * *

I was punished again that night.

First, Mr. Sarun made me stand naked in the corner in the living room.

"Vidya," He ordered. "Pull his panties down."

"Yes, Sirjee." Ever the obedient slut, my wife came and yanked my panties down to my ankles.

Correction. My wife's panties - that I was wearing. No longer. Then I suddenly felt Vidya's hands on my right ear.

"Put your hands behind your head, babe." She ordered, giving my ear a sharp tug, leaving me standing there, facing the wall, now fully naked.

"Yes, ma'am."

Soon I heard them whispering and giggling on the sofa, and before long, I could make out Vidya's soft moans.

"Oooooh Sirjee!"

Mr. Sarun was fingering her, and she was soon having one orgasm. After some more time, I heard Mr. Sarun murmur something to her, and then I heard her murmur an assent before she turned to me.

"Come here, dear." Vidya ordered. "And don't pull up your panties. We want you fully naked."

"Yes, ma'am."

I hated the position of being so exposed in front of my wife and my boss, but there was nothing doing.

One more night, I told myself. One more night.

Glumly I trudged towards the sofa and stood in front of them. Mr. Sarun cast a triumphant glance at me.

"Look at that cock." He sneered. "That's the penis of a pathetic loser. You should be happy I am here, fucking your wife."

"Thank you... Sir... for fucking my wife." I mumbled. "And showing her what a true man is, Sir."

"Your attitude this evening, when I asked what happened at work, was not pleasant." My boss grunted. "And then, after you freshened up, I wanted a drink prepared, and you were five minutes late. And now, once more, dinner is late."

"I am very sorry, Sir." I started to mumble. "The toaster over wasn't working properly, and I-"

"I don't want excuses." Mr. Sarun raised a hand and cut me off. "I always want results. Over... get by the table now. Vidya, darling, can you get me my cane?"

"Yes, Sirjee."

What followed was a painful horrible spanking, first with a cane, and then with a belt. Vidya stood and watched the full punishment as I was beaten by Mr. Sarun in front of her, and she didn't even utter one word of sympathy. It was the longest hour of my life. My ass was on fire. I had never been punished like that before, that too in front of my wife.

* * *

I had watched my wife Vidya get fucked by Mr. Sarun before, many, many times. Yet, each time, I never got tired of seeing them go at it. They were like two supreme sexual beings, each at the peak of their sexual potency and power, full of raw, passionate energy, going at each other full throttle. This is why men like Mr. Sarun loved to fuck Vidya. He had good stamina and endurance, but he also needed his partner to match that vigor and passion. In Vidya, he had finally found an equal. As Ashish had pointed out, Vidya was built for cocks like these.

Mr. Sarun was a man who had the proper aura of a bull. It's something that is hard to describe, but he is a confident man and projects himself as such. He's a real man's man.

If it had been surreal watching my wife give a blowjob to my boss in the kitchen early morning, it was entirely another experience, again, to watch the two of them make love on our marital bed. This was my bedroom, my space with my wife, and yet it was Mr. Sarun who was enjoying himself and not me. As for me, I was relegated to the corner, standing there, fully naked, allowed graciously by Mr. Sarun to watch him fuck my wife.

Again.

"Darling." My wife, dressed in her sari, had come up to the servants' quarters, where I had been getting ready to go to bed. "Sirjee wants you to come and watch us in the bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am." I got up and then quickly cast a glance at the door. "Is Sirjee in his room?"

If Vidya was surprised by my question, she didn't show it.

"Yes."

Very quickly I recounted my conversation with Ashish to her.

"So, tomorrow." Vidya spoke, almost whispered, to me. "Did you call-"

"Yes, I did." I cut her off before she could take the name. "Everything is set."

"Good." Suddenly Vidya tossed her head, and once more she became the hot wife she was. "Now, Sirjee and I plan to stay up all night as he breeds me. You, cuckold, are invited to watch for some time."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Don't make any noise, otherwise Sirjee will throw you out."

"Yes, ma'am."

"How's your ass, cuckold?"

"Er... ma'am... it's still stinging."

"Good." Vidya gave me a naughty smile. "Remember that, when you are in the room. After all, you wouldn't want to get caned again, would you, cuck?"

"Er... no, ma'am."

"Good. Because Sirjee is going to absolutely ravage me tonight."

And so... here I was.

By now, Mr. Sarun had gotten rid of my wife's blouse and bra and was kissing and tweaking her nipples. His hands roughly groped her tits, and my wife helplessly continued to murmur something as Mr. Sarun once again pinched her areoles. Vidya's body shivered sporadically, and from the spasms I could understand she was experiencing another small orgasm.

Mr. Sarun turned towards me.

"I bet you have never seen her this excited for your little dick, eh... cuckold?" He taunted me.

"Er... you are right, Sir." I answered, while stroking my cock.

"The size of my cock," Mr. Sarun boasted, "Makes women forget about their worries in their life."

Before long Vidya was fully naked, writhing and pressing her body against my boss. They kissed and groped each other, and by now Mr. Sarun was dressed only in his boxers. I could see his cock, hard, was threatening to burst out of his briefs. Mr. Sarun once again turned to look at me.

"Come here, cuckold." He ordered.

I found myself walking towards the amorous couple. I could already see Vidya's chest heaving and falling, her nipples erect, and some juices forming around her pussy lips.

"Take down my underwear." My boss ordered.

"Yes, Sir."

I leant over by the side of the bed and grabbed his underwear. Mr. Sarun raised his hips slightly, allowing me to pull them down over his ankles. As I stood there, holding the unmentionables of the man about to fuck my wife, Mr. Sarun raised a hand.

SPANK!

SPANK!

I saw some red marks appear on my wife's buttocks.

"Get down on your knees, bitch." He ordered my wife. "Turn to your cuckold husband and tell him what you are."

I watched as Vidya dropped immediately to her knees, her boobs wobbling.

"I am a slut, Sirjee. A whore and a bitch."

Mr. Sarun raised a hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"You are forgetting something." He was smiling, fully enjoying this. "Just who's whore, who's slut, and who's bitch, are you, Vidya?"

"I'm yours Sirjee. I am your whore, your bitch, your slut," My wife looked up at my boss and then me, and then back at him. "I am yours to serve you, Sirjee. And you can do anything you what to your whore, Sirjee. I belong to you."

"Why, slut?"

"Sirjee!" Vidya's eyes shone as she took in his cock. "Look at your cock! It is so perfect! No weird shape... so straight, so erect! It's just perfect! The balls are nice... proportionate. The cock... So big... so majestic! All one colour! So perfect!"

Vidya's reward for praising my boss's cock was a few more slaps.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

He then made her lie down on the bed, on her back, and positioned himself on top of her.

"UNGH! UNGH!" My wife cried out, as the head of Mr. Sarun's dick entered her hole. I went back towards my corner, watching them. My wife wrapped her arms around Mr. Sarun's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

SMOOCH!

"Oh, Sirjee! You are so big!" She murmured, and then turned to me. "Isn't his cock beautiful, babe? Big, thick, virile, and powerful!"

"Er... of course, ma'am."

For the next twenty minutes I watched as Mr. Sarun thoroughly fucked my wife. The look on her face as he plunged in and out of her. How she always looked up at him with love and respect. How Vidya gently kissed him, caressing the back of his neck with her hand. I could see her small mangalsutra flapping about, but she wasn't thinking of me - even though I was right there. Her legs were open... all the time. There came a point where it stopped being mere sex, and I could see her body go into a series of orgasms, one after another.

Nothing seemed to matter to Vidya. Her hips were up, and she was trying to get him in as deep inside her as possible, filling her completely.

"Cum in me, Sirjee..." She was whispering. "Cum in me!"

In the end, there were no words to describe... just a desperate gasping as her body climaxed with her lover deep inside, feeling her belly with his virile seed. Her toes were crossed, her hair damp with sweat, her body in throes of a wild orgasm, as he pumped his sperm deep inside her. The sound of ecstasy. I will always remember this particular orgasm of hers.

Meanwhile, there I was, shooting my own load into the palm of my hand.

For the next half an hour, I remained standing in the corner as I watched Vidya and Mr. Sarun snuggle against each other, talking, and occasionally kissing. A bull is often referred to as the third person in a marriage, but as I watched the two of them, I couldn't help but feel as if I was the third person.

Suddenly Mr. Sarun whispered something into my wife's ear.

Vidya giggled and turned towards me.

"I think it's time for you to go to your room, babe," My wife told me. "After all, you have work tomorrow."

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

"And let the door be slightly ajar when you leave. We like the... the... ventilation."

Both of them laughed again.

"Yes, ma'am."

I now stood outside the bedroom, and tried to listen in. Even though the door was slightly open, it was impossible to see anything in the darkness, so all I could do was try and make out what was happening through the sound. They were now kissing, more passionately, and I could hear Vidya moan loudly. Then I heard a series of loud slaps.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

I started to jerk my dick again as I heard the noises on the bed. The bed was now creaking and the bed springs making their usual torturous sound. There was the odd spank and Vidya's moans steadily kept increasing in volume.

I better go to bed, I realized. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.

Yet sleep was hard. My bedroom was further down the hall, and still the sounds of sex coming from our marital bedroom drifted through the walls. There was often the sound of the headboard banging and the bedsprings going. Vidya's loud screams of delight seemed to completely consume the house.

I must have fallen asleep around 1 am. My dreams were filled with images of Mr. Sarun's huge dick penetrating my wife from behind, her loud groans rhythmically accompanying the sound of his hips slapping her large bubbly buttocks. In my dream, I was in the room, and Vidya was looking at me, smiling, even as she was getting fucked from behind, Mr. Sarun ramming her mercilessly.

"My love. My cuck." Vidya taunted me in the dream. "You think I am putting on an act? No... my dear husband. My mouth belongs to Sirjee. My boobs belong to Sirjee. My pussy belongs to Sirjee. My ass belongs to Sirjee. And soon... my baby... our baby... will belong to Sirjee!"

Mr. Sarun then flipped her, and in my dream, I was kneeling by the side of the bed as I saw Mr. Sarun's cock enter her cunt.

"Oh, Sirjee! I belong to you, Sirjee!" Vidya was moaning, even as her big tits bound hard while my boss fucked her missionary style. "Please cum in me, Sirjee! My husband thinks I am lying to you, and I am on birth control. I am not, Sirjee! Please make me pregnant, Sirjee!"

I woke up, breaking out in a sweat. I glanced at the clock by the bed. It was 4 am. I struggled to make out what had been a dream, and what was reality. Closing my eyes, I fell asleep again.

Yet around 6 or 7 in the morning, once more the noises of sex work me up. Even as I got up and made breakfast, I could hear the bed squeaking upstairs and Vidya's moans emanating through the house.

"Oh, Sirjee! Please cum in me! I belong to you, Sirjee!"

This time it was no dream. Sighing, I got dressed and headed out for work.

It's ok, Rajesh, it's ok. I told myself. Today, 2 pm. Showdown.

Vidya must have a plan, I told myself. I have to trust her. Yes, Vidya had kept Mr. Sarun up all night. He was going to be groggy, sleepy, and off his game. That was her plan.

I had no choice but to trust her.

2 pm.

The final showdown.

* * *

Things moved quickly in the morning. It was almost too fast - and I am trying to recollect it as vividly as possible, yet many things are a blur. Around 11 am, I got a call on my mobile. It was Mr. Sarun.

"Cuck." Mr. Sarun spoke loudly. "Where are you?"

"I am in the office, Sir." I answered. I strained to hear any other background noise - what exactly was happening in my home?

"Cuck." Mr. Sarun repeated. "Did you get the email about the board meeting?"

"I just got it, Sir." I told him. Was that a creak I heard? Some squeaking? Was he still fucking my wife in our bed?

"It's... that... motherfucker... Ashish!" Mr. Sarun swore. "I heard from Hiren he was trying to buy votes to oust me."

SQUEAK!

CREAK!

There was no doubt in my mind now. Even as he was talking to me, he was banging my wife.

"What are you going to do, Sir?" I asked.

SQUEAK!

CREAK!

"I... have... to... attend... it." Mr. Sarun grumbled. "I am trying to... call... Hiren... but I am not... able to get... in touch... with him."

SQUEAK!

CREAK!

I heard a slight moan.

"Ooooh Sirjee! You are so good."

That was Vidya.

"Can you get in touch... with... Hiren?" Mr. Sarun ordered. "I want to see what Ashish has on him."

"Er..." I wondered how much exactly Mr. Sarun knew. "Sure, Sir."

The bedsprings were now louder, and Vidya's moans also started to become more audible.

"Sir... do you think Ashish has videos... that you sometimes send... of you... and um... ma'am... and others?" I ventured. "After all, in that WhatsApp group... you are all... very free."

"One minute, cuck." Mr. Sarun suddenly cut me off. "Your wife is cumming."

SQUEAK!

CREAK!

SQUEAK!

CREAK!

"Oh God I am going to cum, Sirjee!" I heard Vidya mumble. She let out a sudden scream, and her moaning increased in volume until my boss fucked my wife to an orgasm. I heard another loud gasp and scream even as I imagined Mr. Sarun plough into her, balls deep, as my wife came hard.

For a minute, there was no noise, except some rhythmic soft sound that I realized was my wife panting.

"Ready, bitch?" Suddenly I heard Mr. Sarun say to Vidya.

"Yes, Sirjee."

There was a rustling sound.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

After slapping my wife a few times, I heard a gagging sound. Vidya must have now taken my boss's cock in her mouth.

"Ok, cuck, listen." Mr. Sarun turned his attention back to me. "The meeting is at 2 pm. I will bring Vidya with me. She's a board member now, so at least I will have one vote for me, and Hiren and few others. Try to find out what Ashish is doing, and if you know, text me."

"Yes, Sir."

"And you be also there at the board room at 2. I want you in the meeting as an attendee."

"Yes, Sir."

There was a click, and Mr. Sarun had ended the call. My mind was filled with visions of my beautiful wife with Mr. Sarun's huge cock in her mouth, happily sucking on the thick dark Tamilian meat.

This was it. There was no turning back now. Soon Mr. Sarun would figure all of this out.

I decided to get into action. My first call was to Ashish.

"Sir." I told him when he answered the call. "Mr. Sarun knows you are trying to oust him. Hiren told him but Mr. Sarun doesn't know yet what hold you have on Hiren and others. He has asked me to find out."

I heard a sigh from the other end.

"You can ignore his calls." Ashish said. "Say you were unable to get hold of Hiren, and your cell was dead."

"Do you have the votes, Sir?" I asked him again.

I heard another sigh.

"I don't know, Rajesh." Ashish confessed. "I may or I may not. It all depends on Hiren and Akash."

"Sir. You miscalculated." I grimly told him. "You thought those videos and a bit of threat would be enough. But these peoples' loyalty to Mr. Sarun goes beyond their marriage. They would stand by him."

"But... but... it's their wives who own the shares, really!" Ashish tried to find an excuse. "You would think..."

"Sir." I cut him off. "Vidya and I have a plan. We sort of thought you may not have the votes."

"Go on." Ashish replied. "What is the plan?"

"I cannot tell you exactly, Sir. Whatever Vidya does, you will support her in the Board meeting." I told Ashish. "You have to trust us, just as we trusted you."

There was some silence.

"What do you mean?" Ashish finally said. "The plan was that I replace Mr. Sarun as the Chairman of the Board. What does Vidya intend to do if I don't the votes?"

"You will support her." I told him firmly. "Since you have officially declared war on Mr. Sarun, the first task is to oust him. Vidya will corral the votes - you just have to support her when she proposes the motion."

"And then?" Ashish didn't get distracted. He had noted that I clearly did not say anything about his desire for the Chairman of the Board position.

"And then the Board will choose a new Chairman." I told him.

"If you are thinking Vidya can be the Chairman... or Chairperson..." Ashish began, but once again I cut him off.

"Vidya has no desire for that." I told him clearly. "We just want to see Mr. Sarun gone. You will support her in that. After that, who becomes the Chairman, or Chairwoman... it's up to the Board. And let me tell you, Vidya has ZERO desire for that. We just wanted the shares."

My quiet and firm tone seemed to have placated Ashish.

"Ok, Rajesh. I will trust my beti."

I then placed another call.

"Remember, 2 pm." I told the person. "You be there."

Finally, I called Hiren.

"Rajesh!" He was surprised to get my call, and his voice betrayed that emotion instantly. "I didn't expect you to call me."

"You must have gotten the videos." I told him. "Ashish must have already given you the spiel."

"Look. I don't know what's your end game." Hiren kept his voice calm. "Those videos... you can never prove it's true, with AI and all! Kumar... myself... Akash... our first loyalty is to Sarun. I have seen so many pretenders to his throne. You will get tossed out today."

"I don't care about any of that." I told him bluntly. "All we wanted was the shares and we have it. This game between Ashish and Mr. Sarun... we don't care."

"So..." Hiren was cautious, but yet curious. "How did he get all the videos of the Poker night? Who made those videos? It must have been you and Vidya. I have been trying to get hold of Sarun, but I just can't reach him."

And you can't, because Vidya has blocked your number on his cell when he was in the washroom on our first night, I wanted to tell him, but of course I didn't.

"I have no idea of that." I lied. "But... it wasn't us. Why would we do that, and risk everyone in our friends knowing about our... unique... lifestyle?"

There was a pause. I could almost hear the gears in Hiren's brain working. What I said made some sense... if you didn't think too deeply about it.

"How do you know Ashish tried to blackmail me with videos of Poker night?" He suddenly asked. "I told no one except Akash. And then I found out Ashish tried to blackmail Akash also. No one else knows."

"Because." I lied with the best Poker voice I could. "He tried to blackmail us too. He said he would send the videos to my parents and to her mother. And to our friends."

"And how did you know he was blackmailing me?"

"He told us." I lied again. "Ashish said you were falling in line and voting against Mr. Sarun."

"You must think I am a fool to believe such nonsense." Hiren laughed. "I don't know what games you are playing, but you will not succeed."

It seemed my gambit has failed. So, I tried one last lie. Just to give him something to think about.

"As I said, Hiren," I told him. "We don't care about the vote. We have our shares. Kumar's position is there because it's his wife who owns the share. Same as Kabir's wife. Do you think they will risk their marriage, and their lucrative board position, if they knew Mr. Sarun was bound to be ousted anyways? Ashish will also vote against Mr. Sarun. Now if Vidya votes against Mr. Sarun, that leaves you and Akash."

"You don't have the votes." Hiren laughed again. "Don't you think I did all this calculation already?"

"You are assuming Akash will vote with Mr. Sarun." I told him, mustering up the coolest tone of voice I could. "And you are assuming Akash is not in cahoots with Ashish. And you are ignoring the fact that it was probably Akash who really took those videos."

This time the pause was longer, and when Hiren finally spoke, gone was the aura of confidence in his voice.

"You are... lying." He mumbled.

"Good day, Hiren."

I ended the call.

* * *

2 pm.

I was outside the central board meeting room. This was where the Board met if they were meeting in Pune. Our office headquarters.

"Hiren. Kumar." I nodded as those two came by the elevators and walked towards the room. "Please come inside. The bank and trust fund representatives are already here, except for Ashish."

"What are you doing here Rajesh?" Hiren sneered. It was clear he was still upset at how I had ended the conversation. "You are not on the Board!"

"I am here as an attendee. By Mr. Sarun's request." I told him.

Hiren raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything else. He went inside the room and took a seat by the big table. The conference room had glass walls, so I could see inside. Hiren made small talk with the other board members who were there. Kumar didn't say anything to me but walked inside as well.

The elevator dinged again, and Ashish and Kabir walked out.

"Rajesh." Kabir was surprised to see me. "You are not on the Board!"

"I am here as an attendee. By Mr. Sarun's request." I repeated.

"I also want him there." Ashish interjected. "He is the Lead Project Manager of Operations. I want him as attendee as well."

The elevator dinged again. We all turned to see who it was.

It was Mr. Sarun and my wife Vidya. They were sharing a laugh. Mr. Sarun was dressed in full business attire, and my wife was similarly dressed in a smart blue Western dress, looking very chic. Both Mr. Sarun and my wife Vidya looked as if they were a power couple, walking towards us.

"Ashish." Mr. Sarun's voice boomed. "What are you trying to do!"

He was arrogant, cocky. It was clear that Ashish didn't have the votes.

"Why don't we go inside?" Ashish replied, his eyes staring back firmly at Mr. Sarun. Ashish figured out his brave gambit was likely to fail, and he was a defeated man, but Ashish wasn't going to cow down.

"You forget I have a secret asset. With a great ass." Mr. Sarun laughed, and then pinched my wife in the butt.

Things moved very fast after that.

SLAP!

Mr. Sarun's jaw fell, and his eyes grew big with surprise as he realized what had just happened. My wife Vidya had slapped him.

"What the-" he started to say, but Vidya had raised her hand again.

SLAP!

As Kabir and Ashish watched, uncomfortably, Vidya slapped Mr. Sarun again.

SLAP!

The rest of the Board members seated inside the room could also see through the glass walls what was happening. Everyone was stunned.

SLAP!

"That should be enough for now, Mr. Sarun." My wife then said, a cold smile appearing on her lips. "You should know how to behave properly with fellow board members. Is groping my butt an appropriate behaviour for the Chairman of a Board, and the CEO of a corporation, Mr. Sarun?"

"Er... I..." Mr. Sarun was still in shock.

Vidya turned to the other members.

"Shall we get this meeting under way, gentlemen? What do you say, Kabir? Ashish?"

"Er... of course, Vidya beti." Ashish immediately responded. "Please, let's go in."

Mr. Sarun was the last one to get inside. I could see that he was still in shock.

The meeting began, and soon descended into chaos when it was clear that the main agenda was to get rid of Mr. Sarun as both the Chairman of the Board, and the CEO. Mr. Sarun was still angry about being slapped by Vidya and turned towards us.

"You low life imbeciles." He thundered. "You think you can get rid of me!"

"Sir... I..." I began. "I am here-"

"You cannot fire me!" Mr. Sarun thundered. "Santosh! Kabir! Throw this slut and her cuckold husband out of the room."

No one said anything. Mr. Sarun, red in the face, turned towards the others.

"Hiren! Kumar! What are you standing there for!"

"Actually... Sarun..." Ashish was the first one to respond. "I want Rajesh here as an attendee. As Board member, I have the right to demand that. And about Vidya, well... Vidya beti has as much right to be in the room as you. She is owner of 5% of the company. Same as Hiren, for example. Or Kumar."

"And I own 10%!" Mr. Sarun roared. "What I say, goes!"

"Not really." It was Kabir's turn. "All of us own altogether 40%. The rest of the company is now public, so those shares belong to the bank, the trust funds and so on. And Ashish here represents them."

It was now clear that Kabir was fully supportive of Ashish. Suddenly I could see Hiren thinking.

"So... actually... dear Sarun," Ashish smiled sweetly. "What I say, goes. Not you."

"You... you..." Mr. Sarun could not believe his ears. "You don't OWN anything! I will call the banks tomorrow and have you replaced with someone else on the board!"

"That," Ashish continued to smile sweetly, "Can only happen tomorrow. And ONLY if you are still on the board."

"You are out of your mind." Mr. Sarun laughed. "I OWN 10% of the company. My position is secure on the board."

"Not really." This time it was Vidya who spoke, and she spoke in a very cold and ruthless tone. It almost scared me to listen to her. "You see, Mr. Sarun, you personally don't own the 10%. Your family does. Your family is you, your wife, your kid. And as far as my lawyer, Lata, checked, the shares belong jointly to you and your wife... and your offspring."

"You slut!" Mr. Sarun hissed. "My wife will never go against me."

"Are you sure about that?" Vidya continued to smile.

For the first time I saw fear in Mr. Sarun's eyes. For the first time the wheels started to go in his head. I could almost hear the gears start to work in his mind as he began to realize this was not going the way he wanted.

"I vote to remove Mr. Sarun from the Board of our company, as well as from his position of CEO, effective immediately." Vidya turned to the rest of the board and repeated her motion. "He will be replaced by another member of his family."

This was the moment we needed Ashish's support - we needed him to trust us. Ashish had no idea who we were talking about, who this family member was... but he had to trust us.

Ashish raised his hand.

"I second the motion." He announced, after a moment. "All those in favour?"

This was what it came down to. All the wheeling and dealing. All the plans. All our effort. It all depended on the next one minute.

Kabir was the first to raise his hand.

Kumar followed.

Santosh, after a brief hesitation, also raised his hand.

Hiren watched, stunned. Mr. Sarun was his distant relative, and he did not want to offend him in any way, but at the same time if Mr. Sarun was stripped off his powers, Hiren did not want to be on the wrong side. I could see him calculate the votes again and again in his mind. So far, the ayes had 5 - Vidya, Ashish, Kabir, Kumar and Santosh. Obviously, Mr. Sarun was going to vote nay. If Hiren supported him, they needed three more just to break even. That would mean the Chairman of the Board, i.e. Mr. Sarun, would have the deciding tie breaking vote. We would lose.

Hiren kept his hand down.

All eyes turned to Akash. He was our final hope. I had no leverage on the other two members who were not in the Whatsapp Group, neither had they been to our house. They would not vote for us. It all came down to Akash.

Akash gulped, and then raised his hand.

I could see Mr. Sarun suddenly slump in his chair. Almost immediately, Hiren raised his hand as well.

"The ayes are 7, the nays are 3." Ashish announced. "The ayes have it. Mr. Sarun, you are no longer a member of this Board, and you are no longer the CEO of the company. Please leave this room, and then go to your office and collect your belongings. I will arrange a security escort for you."

"Wait." Mr. Sarun's eyes still rolled with anger. "Who from my family is going to replace me on the Board?"

"Not just the Board." Vidya announced. She had a triumphant smile on her. "She will also replace you as our new CEO."

"She?" Mr. Sarun echoed. "My wife?"

"No." Vidya shook her head, her beautiful smile never leaving her lips. "Your daughter. Devika."

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter!" Vidya gave her assent.

The door opened, and in walked a young lady.

Devika.

Daughter of Mr. Sarun, and formerly engaged to Gaurav, my former boss (from a very long time ago - you know the story, read the first chapter if you don't).

Now let me tell you the little part about our Sri Lanka trip that I had been teasing about. Devika was the person we had visited in Sri Lanka, where she had been on holiday the same time as us. I had met her in her luxurious hotel suite, where she was staying by herself.

It took a long time to convince her to help us out - after all, I was asking her to go against her own father. In the end, I had to bring women, feminism and her own mother into it.

"He's cheating on your own mother." I had told her, "She has accepted it, because she is of the generation that had no choice. But why are you accepting it? You are a young American born and educated woman!"

"Look, I know he's a cheater." Devika had said. "This is why I stay away from him... ever since... the Gaurav incident. I have my own life here in the USA, and I don't want anything to do with him, or India, at all. And how did you find me here? No one knows I was supposed to holiday in Sri Lanka."

I ignored that question. After all, no need to tell her how Vidya, through her lawyer friend Lata, had engaged the services of a detective agency to discover that fact.

"Your father is blackmailing my wife... and me." I told her. "Vidya is being forced to have sex with him... and his perverted friends. We want out."

"Your wife is a slut." Devika told me point blank. "I am sorry, but she is. She slept with my former fiancée Gaurav, and broke my hear. I saw the videos. And now this slut is sleeping with my father. Either you are a willing partner, or you are a stupid man. You should leave her. I am sorry, but I don't want to help you. You disgust me. I want nothing to do with you... or with my father."

I had one card up my sleeve left to play.

"Even if he gives away your inheritance, completely?"

That got her attention.

"What do you mean, cuckold?" Devika narrowed her eyes and asked. I decided to ignore the insult.

"He has already given 5% of the company to Vidya." I told her. "And soon he will give more. To her. To his maid Narges that he is also fucking. To his driver's wife Rukmani, that he is also... wait for it... fucking."

"He only has 15% of the company!" Devika exclaimed. "He cannot be giving it away like that!"

Ah, that got her attention!

"No, you are wrong." I told her. "He has 10% now. Remember, he gave Vidya 5%. All to just fuck her."

"I will verify with my lawyer." Devika told me.

I shrugged.

"You will find I am right. He may be an astute businessman, but sometimes he thinks with his dick. I have no doubt that he will give up more of his shares to my wife, or to his maid servants. And since my wife has no choice but to continue to submit to him, I will make sure she milks him for every percent of his shares."

Devika remained silent, so I continued.

"Your father still has absolute voting power, due to the preferred shares, but that is because of his position on the Board and being the CEO." I replied. "However, if you... let's say... replace him on the Board, and be the CEO, he will then be powerless. Those shares will go to you."

"I am not sure. The shares are jointly owned by him and Mum." Devika was thinking out aloud. "Actually... you are right. The shares belong to the family. I guess... also... to me."

"Yes," I added. "So, if you replace him as CEO, and then assign the shares to your mother only, he is powerless. You will ONLY have this power if the Board replaces you in place of him. Of course, if your Mum then wants to divorce him, because of his cheating, he will lose most of his other wealth too."

Devika stared at me for some time.

"You really have thought this out, haven't you?" She asked. "You want to destroy my father completely. Tell me, what if I don't play ball? What if I tell my father?"

This was a pivotal moment. I could not afford for her to see how vulnerable I was. All I did was shrug.

"In that case, we will take our 5%, retire, and be happy." I replied nonchalantly. "Your dad will continue to fuck my wife. And Vidya will demand more and more. Once your father squanders your inheritance, we will take over the Board at some later time. Only this time, YOU won't be there. Maybe Rukmani the maid servant will be the new CEO. Or maybe... Vidya."

Devika had stared at me for a long time. Then, finally, she stretched out her hand.

"OK cuckold. I am in."

And now she was here.

She was the person I had spoken to repeatedly on the phone last week. And she was the person who had to move her schedule and come early to Pune, much earlier than expected, because Ashish had moved up the meeting date.

* * *

The meeting ended quickly. The Board voted to strip Mr. Sarun of all of his powers completely, and transfer the powers of the CEO to Devika, and even called the dumbfounded lawyer to put the order to immediate effect. The IT security guys were called into the office, much to their shock, and they immediately got to work on shutting off Mr. Sarun's access to any of the company's information. Mr. Sarun, with a sullen face, got up and left the room after that.

"We need to send out a press release." Devika told the room. "Immediately."

"Um..." I stepped forward with a paper in hand. "Vidya already had one drafted. Here it is. If you approve, we will have your secretary - yes you have one - send it out immediately."

The Board also voted for the Chairman of the Board position - and to no one's surprise, it went to Ashish. He assumed his seat, put all the decisions taken today to official record, and then called for the meeting to end.

For some time after the meeting, the members remained, some contemplating in silence, some talking animatedly with each other. I noticed Vidya, Ashish, and Kabir having a spirited conversation. Slowly, as the various Board members slowly dispersed, Vidya walked up towards me.

"Ready to go home, my love?" She asked me, her face shining with joy.

"Yes, babe." I told her. "I have taken the rest of the day off. Let's go."

"Where are you parked?" Vidya asked me.

"I parked outside. Main lot, section B2." I told her. "It'll be a five-minute walk."

"Darling." She told me, her eyes sparkling, as she glanced at Ashish. "Today is a big day, and Uncle has done so much for us. Is it ok if we invite him back to our place now for a 'celebration'? I... I... actually... I sort of already invited him over."

"Er... of course, my love."

Celebration? What celebration?

I can't wait until this is done, Ashish's words came back to me. And then I can spend some time with Vidya beti.

I was soon to find out if that was his plan. And Vidya's.

"I have my own car," Ashish told us, walking up to where we were talking. "I will join you shortly... you guys go ahead."

"Darling." Vidya turned to me. "You go to the car. I will use the ladies' room and meet you there."

"Yes, my love."

I got one more surprise when I reached my car. Mr. Sarun was waiting for me.

* * *

"Why?" Mr. Sarun asked. "Why did you do it, cuckold?"

He was a towering presence. Tall, muscular, and brooding. And he was standing right by the driver's side of my car.

"Why did you stab me in the back, cuckold?" Mr. Sarun repeated. "Is it because I was fucking your wife?"

I didn't say anything, but I was quietly evaluating the situation. The parking lot, while being out in the open, was inside the company grounds. Right now, it wasn't end of the day for most workers, so there was no one in the lot other than me and him. The entrance to the building, and the security guard there, was three minutes walking distance from us, and hidden by a tree. There was no one around.

"I fucked your wife." Mr. Sarun continued. "I had her in every way possible. Even this morning. She probably still has my cum in her ass. And her cunt. Even if Vidya has betrayed me, she will know that I was always her best fuck."

"Actually," I found my voice. "You are not."

For the first time, the look of confidence that Mr. Sarun always used to have seemed to leave his face. It was amazing - the guy was broken, going to be bankrupt, and here he was, intrigued because the lady he fucked all the time was saying he was not her best.

"It is Ashish. It was always him." I grinned. "He may be fat, he may be old, but he sure knows a few tricks you don't. And he not only fucks women. I would say... he has now fucked you over pretty well too!"

Mr. Sarun looked at me with cold eyes.

"You think you have won, don't you?" He threatened. "I will go to court... and I have few other contacts up my way too. And you... you are nothing but a cuckold."

Having uttered that ominous threat, Mr. Sarun turned around and left. I watched him go, and then got into my car, and then let out a sigh of relief I wasn't even aware that I was holding in.

* * *

"Darling," I asked Vidya, as we got onto the main highway. "Why is Ashish coming home with us?"

"My love." Vidya's tone was a little apologetic. "I am sorry I didn't get the chance to tell you... you know... what with Sirjee constantly cumming inside me all the time and all. But I didn't want Ashish to have any bad feelings about today."

"Why should Ashish have any bad feelings? He is now the Chairman of the Board!"

"I think Uncle wanted to be the new CEO too." Vidya answered. "But we could not have ousted Sirjee without Devika's support. Her becoming the new CEO will make the transition easy and leaves no option for Sirjee. If we had followed Ashish's plan perfectly, Sirjee would still be on the Board, with all those shares, and just not be the Chairman or CEO. This way, we not only get Sirjee to leave his position, but he is no longer on the Board, and he has no control on the shares."

I noticed Vidya was still referring to Mr. Sarun as Sirjee.

"Yes, I understand, but Ashish is the new Chairman of the Board. I just don't see why he should be upset." I repeated. "And why would he be upset with us?"

"We brought in Devika without telling him." Vidya answered. "And we know we had to keep that a secret to prevent any type of leaks. Still, I am hoping Uncle doesn't mind us doing so... this is why I invited him back to our place."

"And what exactly, my love," I asked, keeping my voice steady, "Are you planning to do with him... to 'celebrate'?"

Vidya moved her hand and placed it on my thigh. She rubbed my leg gently.

"I hope you don't mind, my love." She kept her voice apologetic. "Uncle was telling me and Kabir how much he missed being at the Poker party, so I told him I will make it up to him. Er... you don't mind, do you, my dear?"

Vidya continued to stroke my thigh. Even as we drove on, it was apparent to both of us why I suddenly had a bulge in my groin.

"Er... of course not, babe." I croaked. "Whatever makes you happy, my dear."

"Good. And... my love... just to let you know... Kabir promised Ashish uncle support... for a price."

"And." I asked, even though I knew the answer. "What is that price, my love?"

Vidya put a hand on my groin. My bulge was now prominent and there was no way to hide my hardness.

"You already know, my dear cuckold."

* * *

It was like a bad dream.

I was once more hiding in our bedroom closet. My pants were on the floor at my ankles, and I was naked from waist down. Shamelessly, I had my tiny pecker in my hands, stroking myself while listening to the rhythmic creaking of the bed springs and the loud, orgasmic moans of pleasure from my darling wife Vidya, as she was pounded again and again by Ashish.

I thought my cuckold days would be over. I was wrong.

Once again, Ashish was taking my wife's body on our marital bed in my house, and I was merely an observer. Through a small crack in the closet door I watched Vidya, the love of my life, curl her toes as the as Ashish - the much older, more obese, almost bald man - shoved his monster cock, again, and again, and again, into her most intimate folds. Vidya could only gasp as the new Chairman of the Board mounted her and pumped the air out of her.

"Oh, Uncle!" Vidya moaned. "I missed you!"

I could watch, and only admire. Ashish may be old, Ashish may be fat with a protruding belly, but he had two things which made Vidya very happy. A good-sized cock, and the knowledge of how to use it. He was going to fuck and cum in my wife while I was jerking off in the closet.

"Beti!" Ashish grinned, as he tweaked her nipples. "You are so wet!"

Ashish and Vidya had a rhythm together that was a pleasure to watch. It wasn't the frenetic wild passionate dominating fucking that Mr. Sarun engaged in with my wife. This was more like smooth jazz. Ashish was playing her as a maestro plays the violin, making my wife scream and moan as he willed.

Vidya was now lying on her back on the bed, and Ashish, the big fat man, was on top of her. When he wasn't mauling her huge breasts or kissing and licking her cheeks or boobs, Ashish used his arms to raise and lower his waist as he thrust his huge manhood in and out of her. Vidya now had her legs wrapped around his pelvis; her nails pressed deep into his back. Her eyes were shut as the new Chairman's big balls slapped repeatedly - thunk! thunk! - against the flesh of her thighs.

"Where did you send your husband?" Ashish asked her, as he pressed deep against her. Little did he know I was less than six feet away, taking in the sight like the coward I was!

"Mmmm.... mmmm." Vidya was too lost in her thoughts and could only moan as her cunt was being stretched apart by the huge cock. "I sent him to get some drinks, Uncle. I know you get thirsty after."

Once again, I had to admire Vidya's talent. She was in the throes of pleasure, yet she could lie so effortlessly! She knew I was in the closet... after all, it was her idea for me to hide and watch!

"What a useful cuckold!" Ashish continued, "Although I am sure he would have liked to watch us also. He could have learned a thing or two! I would have given him a nice lesson by fucking his wife in front of him."

"Oooh, Uncle!" Vidya crooned as Ashish once more pushed into her. "Must we talk about my husband! He's a cuckold. He will never fuck me as good as you! I love you, my jaanu!"

The words stung. A warm feeling of inadequateness and humiliation came over me as I realized my wife Vidya was too engrossed in her pleasure to come to my defense. The sounds I could hear were the squeaking of the springs of the bed, the familiar guttural sound of raw, unabashed sex, and the moans of pleasure from a woman. The woman who had exchanged vows of chastity and faithfulness with me. And who was now unashamedly, brazenly getting her holes pumped by another man. And the taunts of that man who was cuckolding me. And I had thought all of this would have been in the past.

"Oh, God! Oh Gooooddddddd!" Vidya cried out. A shiver ran through me as I realized she was having yet another orgasm. She started to hump Ashish harder, moving her lower abdomen to match his thrusts. He kept on pounding, with a grin on his face. It was clear he was completely in control and savouring the fact that he was making such a young lady climax.

From my vantage point in the closet, I could now see Ashish's big old naked butt moving up and down frantically. It was a sight to see... and a sight that I had seen many times before. The fair voluptuous body of my wife Vidya being ploughed by a man with a much bigger penis than mine.

Vidya's long hair was now completely disheveled. Her lovely breasts swaying with every thrust of her old lover. Her eyes were closed. From my closet, I could get a glimpse of Ashish's big cock as he sometimes withdrew completely before plunging back. His manhood was so thick and long. The frequency of the creaking sound coming from the bed mixed with screaming sound of Vidya and Ashish was now reaching a crescendo.

"Beti." Suddenly Ashish spoke in a deep voice. "I am going to cum."

Vidya looked at this old man, and the look in her eyes was that of pure love - that is the only way I can describe.

"Yes, Uncle. Of course." She nodded.

Ashish's body stiffened as he pushed his long tool forcefully inside my wife. Suddenly I could see his buttocks clench as Ashish started to cum in my wife. He groaned loudly as he thrust his member into Vidya, depositing gallons of his juice between her legs and into her baby canal. Vidya gave a muffled cry as she also climaxed with him.

Ashish kept pumping his semen into her for what seemed like ages. Hearing him call my wife 'beti', which mean daughter, while ejaculating inside her, did it for me, as I jerked and started to cum into my hand in spurts. I was done in seconds, but Ashish was still continuing when I was finished. He took his time before he and Vidya lay on the bed in a heap, his dick still buried into her. As for Vidya, she was still panting, sweating, her eyes still shut. She was still in the throes of her fifth or sixth orgasm, brought about by this old man and his huge prick.

Ashish then collapsed on her body, lay there motionless for some time. He laid down beside her and was fondling her big breast. Vidya moaned softly as he withdrew his dick. I could see his cum dripping out and her lips quiver.

For some time, the two lay there, simply enjoying each other's company in a post-coital bliss. Then Ashish leaned in and said something in Vidya's ear. She laughed, and then kissed him back, and nodded.

I saw Ashish get up and slowly go towards the bathroom. As soon as he was inside, Vidya gestured for me to come out.

"Hmm... judging by the way you seem to have masturbated, you enjoyed seeing this." Vidya's eyes shone naughtily as she whispered to me.

"Er... babe."

"Quick, go outside." Vidya motioned at me. "And then knock on the door to ask permission to come in. In about fifteen minutes."

"Er... isn't he done?"

Vidya laughed.

"My dear. Uncle is in some mood today. He's going to cum in your wife at least twice. If not more."

* * *

"You can come inside." Ashish told me, standing in front of my bathroom door, looking at me with a mixture of pity and contempt. Vidya was already inside. It was about thirty minutes later. Ashish was naked, of course.

"I am fine with you standing in one corner and looking." Ashish continued. "As long as you remain quiet, of course."

"Yes, Sir."

"You can come in after five minutes." Ashish told me. "As a cuckold, you know the protocol, Rajesh. I don't want a stich of clothing on you."

"Yes, Sir."

Ashish entered the bathroom. I followed five minutes later.

It was our master bedroom bathtub, that we had recently upgraded to a Jacuzzi. My wife, naked as usual, just stepped into the bathtub. There was some water and some bubbles there already, and I knew my wife loved it like that.

Ashish, already fully naked, climbed into the bathtub. Vidya smiled and made space for him. As he got in, he leaned and kissed her on the mouth.

SMOOCH!

Once they settled in, my wife crept closer to him. She put his arms around his neck and started to kiss him earnestly.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

I watched as they French kissed for a long time, his hands tweaking her nipples, making her occasionally cry out. My wife then turned around and positioned herself, so they were spooning in the bathtub while sitting in it. Ashish's hands were all over her body, holding and squeezing her bosom. My wife continued to rub against him and caress his strong hands as he pinched and groped her. I couldn't hear properly, but I could see that he was whispering something in her ear, and she was smiling - she was loving what was said to her. She hardly paid any attention to me. Ashish also kissed the nape of her neck. They were there for some time, enjoying the warm water and each other's company, kissing and cuddling.

After some time, I could see Vidya's eyes were shut, and her body was quivering. She was shaking. I couldn't see Ashish's hands due to the bathtub walls, but I realized he was fingering her. Under the water. And she was responding to his touch.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! OOOOOH YES! UNCLE!!!" My wife cried out as she came violently. Ashish had masturbated my wife Vidya shamelessly in front of me.

"OH YES!"

It took around two to three minutes before my wife calmed down. Ashish kissed her cheeks, and she smiled and gave a loud laugh.

"Oh, that was good, Uncle! I love you, Uncle!"

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

They kissed for quite some time now. It was now time for Vidya to return the favour. As she got up from the water, Ashish kissed her lips and her cheeks, before grabbing hold of her breasts. He tweaked, squeezed and pinched them before putting his mouth on her tits. He sucked each nipple noisily. My wife continued to smile and stroke his arms and back as he enjoyed her.

The new Chairman of the Board then leaned back as my wife climbed higher. She then positioned herself, straddling him, and sat down again.

"Ahhh!" Vidya cried out, as Ashish's hardness entered her.

They fucked like this for a long time. He would alternate between kissing and groping her and fucking her. The water in the Jacuzzi sometimes spilled over. I could hear the thrashing sound of the mini waves inside the tub as he continued to bang her.

"AAAAAAHH!" Vidya was having another orgasm.

I watched as my wife shamelessly gave in to her body and climaxed while humping Ashish's rod. When she had once again finished, Ashish made her stand up.

This time she got up, turned around and positioned herself on all fours. Ashish got up and ploughed into her from the rear.

It was a hard and furious fucking. He grabbed her by the hair as he bonked her, and Vidya's big tits flayed all around as she was drilled into by him.

"Oh Uncle!" My wife cried out, as my new boss made her bend over the bathtub wall while he fucked her ass. She was spanked quite a few times as Ashish gave it to her good, until he finally ejaculated inside her.

If I thought he was done, I was wrong.

I was sent to get some take-out food. Ashish spent the whole night fucking my wife intermittently, and only reluctantly left the next morning.

* * *

Eight months later.

Mr. Sarun was a broken man. He had built this company from scratch and had written himself at the centre of it. The shares assigned to his family were always under the control of the Board Chairman, who could only be from his own immediate family. He never thought that position would go to anyone but him. The fact that his own daughter could go against him never crossed his mind. He was from a generation that never cared much about women and neglected the women of his own family - now to his peril.

Devika had persuaded her mother to divorce him. In these eight months, the ongoing lawsuits took most of his wealth. In the end, he was allowed to retain his mansion in Kolkata, and a small salary paid monthly to him, in exchange for settling out of court. Devika's mother got all his shares. Last time I heard, Mr. Sarun was in his Kolkata house, still fucking Narges and treating her husband Fateh in a wretched fashion. Now that he was living full time there, the poor man was the constant servant of his wife Narges and Mr. Sarun. As for Rukmani and Imtiaz, Devika had told me the couple were no longer there - present whereabouts unknown.

Eight months on, I was a happy man. Devika had appointed me as the Vice President of the company. My big promotion at work meant I was constantly at Devika's side, helping her as in her capacity as the CEO of the company. Money was now not a concern at all - and this salary was in addition to my earnings (dividends) from our shares, as well as other bonuses and commissions. Not to mention, our huge stock portfolio that had been built up on the side with Mr. Sarun's advice when he had been fucking Vidya.

Ashish soon stopped seeing Vidya. Or rather, it was Vidya who stopped seeing Ashish. I knew it broke her heart, because she truly loved him in a different way, but in the end, her love for me won over. Two or three months after Devika's appointment, Vidya had gently told Ashish that she wished to start a family with me, and she wanted to leave her old lifestyle behind.

With his blessing, of course. And one last good buy fuck. It was a grand affair, and included Ashish, Kabir, and a couple of other guys. Vidya was at their beck and call all night long, and I was the servant.

Ashish was magnanimous, and he kept his word. It took some time, but with Poonam's help, Vidya and I made the transition to a normal lifestyle. Slowly. Steadily.

I still fucked Poonam from time to time, but Vidya remained faithful only to me.

And on our eighth anniversary, Vidya told me she had one more gift for me.

For a moment my thoughts went back to Ramu.

Or Ashish.

The previous "gifts" that my wife had given me.

Then I cleared my head and smiled.

"What is it, honey?"

Vidya's eyes shone. Her brilliant smile could light up a thousand lamps. She was genuinely beaming.

"My sweetipoo! My jaanu. I am pregnant!"

Oh.

Oh!

For a moment I was stunned.

And then I was elated.

We had sex. It was one of the most passionate, most genuine, most enthralling sex I ever had with my wife. I managed to last quite a while too, before I had to cum.

Vidya was smiling throughout and taking my name.

Only my name.

For a moment, I had a small pang of regret.

Oh well, I guess that is the end of my wife's whoring ways.

Then I thought, never say never. Maybe she will again...

Hell, no! I again shook my head. This was it.

This WAS it.

Or was it?

No... it has to be.