Tag: cheating wife

"Honey, did you wear my panties yet?" Vidya called out. She was in the bedroom, getting ready, while I was downstairs in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner we had prepared for my boss Mr. Sarun. "I had put all the frilly ones and the thongs in your desk drawer.""Um, no, my love." I yelled back. "Just cleaning up the pot roast for presentation.""Oh, babe." I could hear the disappointment in Vidya's voice as she started to walk down the stairs to admonish me in the kitchen. Her quick steps alerted me to the fact that she was taking this seriously."You KNOW Sirjee has ordered that you, my cuckolded husband, to always wear MY panties instead of your underwear during his visits here." Vidya came into the kitchen and scolded me. Her voice carried a hint of amusement, but also concern. "After all, you don't want to anger him. Ever since we have told him ... last week ... that ... I am ... ok to ... to be bred by him ... you know ... that ... he is going to make me pregnant

"Hey Rajesh!"Mr. Sarun's loud voice boomed through my headset speakers as his face filled the laptop's screen. The Zoom call with my CEO was on, and inwardly, I squirmed in my seat. Forget Mr. Sarun being physically present, just the mere authority of his commanding voice was enough to make me feel emasculated. All because, of course, the fact that my wife and I were basically his modern-day slaves. He dominated our lives, and we did whatever we were told to do by him. Despite our marriage, he was fucking my wife at will on a regular basis, and I was helpless to stop it. Not only that, I had to constantly thank him for actually fucking my wife."Sir." I was in my office, seated at my desk, and the door to my office was closed. "How are you, Sir?"Despite everything, despite all my feelings, I had to be nice. I had to be extremely polite to the man who comes to India just to bury his big fat cock in my wife's juicy cunt, and who repeatedly reminds me of that fact that I was a cuckold."I

"Are you sure about the numbers?" My boss Mr. Sarun's brow was furrowed, and over the Zoom call I saw him rub his temples. As the CEO of the company, Mr. Sarun was not immune to taking risks, but I knew this would be a completely new area for the company."Yes, Sir." I replied confidently. "You had the chance to look over them. What do you think?""Hmm." As usual, Mr. Sarun was initially non-committal. "Prediction is always a risky game, Rajesh, especially about the future.""Sir. You have seen my research." I pointed out. "It's very thorough. I also showed you exactly how much these companies are paying currently. It will be very easy to beat those prices, undercut these companies, and enter the market in a dominant position."And, Sir, you should know all about dominant positions, I thought to myself.Mr. Sarun paused for a moment, and then looked at me."I will be honest, Rajesh. It's an excellent idea. And your research is very thorough. But somehow, I am not sure we need to take this

"That was Sirjee." Vidya announced, as she ended her phone call."Yes, I realized that." I replied, immediately getting nervous. "What did Mr. Sarun want?"It was evening, and we were both seated on the couch in the living room, having just finished watching a movie. We were still both snuggled up closely under the one blanket, when Mr. Sarun had called my wife on her cellphone. And then I had to jealously spend the next fifteen minutes sitting and listening to my wife laugh, giggle, smile and occasionally blush (like a schoolgirl talking to her crush) as she had a long talk with this old man.This old man, Sirjee - as my wife Vidya called Mr. Sarun - was of course my big boss and the CEO of the company I worked for. You can also fairly say that Mr. Sarun was our master, and both my wife and I were his mere slaves. The difference was that my wife enjoyed being Mr. Sarun's slave girl and his chattel and his bitch, and for me it was pure emotional torture, given my education and social

My cell phone rang loudly from its holder in the car.It was my big boss, and my wife's master, Mr. Sarun. As I was driving, I tapped the Bluetooth receive call button on the steering wheel."Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun's loud voice boomed through my car's audio system."Sir!" I immediately replied. It was 5.51 pm here in India, and I was heading home, so it must have been 8.15 am for Mr. Sarun in New York."Where are you Rajesh?" He asked. "I hear lots of noise in the background.""I am on the road, Sir." I answered. "I am driving home from the office, Sir.""And I am on the speakerphone?" Mr. Sarun asked."Yes, Sir." I replied, and then quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, Sir. I am here in the car by myself.""Good! And how is my favourite cuckold?" Mr. Sarun asked, taunting me."I am good, Sir." I responded. "Thanks to you, Sir. The new pool has been great for us.""You know, Rajesh, you are different type of cuckold than the ones I usually deal with." My boss told me.I knew my wife was not the only

"Pass me the toast, honey." My wife ordered."Yes, dear." I answered."Did you make the tea?""Yes, dear." I replied. "I didn't add the sugar this time.""Good." Vidya nodded in appreciation. "You need to cut sugar completely from your diet, dear. Your paunch has been growing recently.""Yes, dear."I knew she was right, of course. My wife was always right. Whereas Vidya was the very figure of healthiness and sexiness, I had been growing slightly more rotund recently. With my waist size increasing a little, Vidya decided enough was enough and I had to diet, and exercise."Did you go for a run this morning?" Vidya asked."Yes, dear.""Everyone's husband is fit and healthy, baby. When you are with me, I need you to look presentable as well. No one should say Vidya's husband is fat.""Yes, dear. I am sorry, dear.""You should be!" Vidya retorted. "I know you don't have a big penis, baby, but that doesn't mean you should compensate and have a big belly!""Yes, dear.""As for your small penis, darling,

It took some time for things to be normal after our return back to Pune from Mr. Sarun's house in Kolkata. I mean, Vidya needed two days after our return just to recover some of her strength. My darling wife barely had the stamina on the flight back – I guess after a week of having her pussy or asshole pulverized by my boss's monster sized dick on a near constant basis, she needed a lot of rest.For that first week after our return from Mr. Sarun's home, Vidya and I didn't really get to speak that much. When I would get up for work, she would still be in bed, sleeping. I would make my own breakfast and head to work. I would throw myself into various projects in the office and return late. By the time I was home, it was 10 or even 1030 pm. Vidya had already eaten, and was back in bed, fast asleep. I would have some dinner that she had left out, and watch some TV before going to sleep myself.It was somewhat of a relief not to have to talk – or even to encounter each other. We needed

"Spread your legs, raandi." My boss, Mr. Sarun commanded in an authoritative voice. As a multi-millionaire CEO, he was someone who was used to being obeyed at once."Yes, Sirjee." My wife Vidya complied immediately. Vidya, being a regular gym going woman, had great, shapely legs that she now spread obediently. If being called a prostitute, or "raandi", disturbed her, she never showed it. Mr. Sarun climbed on top of her and positioned himself. With a grunt, he plunged into her."Oh! Oh!" My wife Vidya's mouth shaped into a round "O" as my boss pushed his giant cock deep into her."What a tight cunt you have, bitch." Mr. Sarun told her. "Fuck! You are a great lay, you bimbo!""OOOOH!! UNGGHHH!!" Vidya grunted as my boss pushed himself deeper and deeper into her cavity. "Th-th--thank you ... Sirjee."I watched, my head hanging with shame, as my own boss rocked to and fro against my dear wife, in my presence. Anger, jealousy, vengefulness -- that's what you would think a man would feel when he

I watched the screen, mesmerized. Not only was I alone in my office cabin, but it was lunch hour, and there was no one else on the whole floor -- all the workers had gone for the typical super long Friday lunch. I watched my monitor, with the sound quite low, watching my own house. Or rather, this was the camera in my living room. I was watching what was happening live.Pinned against one wall of the living room was my tall, buxom wife Vidya. Her bright red sari was on the floor in a heap, crumpled. As was her petticoat, lying at her ankles. Her blouse was open. She was not wearing a bra, and her big, full, heavy breasts were helplessly bouncing around, her nipples firm and erect. My attention was drawn to her milky white calves, and the bright red thong that she was wearing. Her fair body glistened in the afternoon light filtering through the windows, and her jet black hair was loose, and fell to shoulders and reached to her waist. She was a sight to behold -- a glimpse of water in a

The world can be so small. If you are not careful, who you can hurt today can easily come back to hurt you tomorrow. I was reminded of this fact personally over the last few months. I guess I better start at the beginning."I don't like that man." My wife Vidya told me as we entered our gated community.I turned to look back at the guard she was pointing out to me.Vidya and I had just returned from a walk. The complex where we had our house, in the outskirts of Pune, was next to a small ravine with a small river below. There was a big sandy area on the banks of that river, which was popular with many of my neighbours. It was busy on the weekends, but during the work week it was hardly occupied. I had a day off, so Vidya packed a picnic lunch and we had an enjoyable couple of hours enjoying each other's company. We held hands, stole kisses, and had a great time. However, since the ravine was outside the gated community, we had to exit our complex whenever we visited, and then reenter on