The Rickshaw Driver's Wife - Part 02

My name is Fateh. I am a fifty-two-year-old poor Indian man who drives a rickshaw for a living.

You may have read the stories involving my buxom wife Narges, our master Sarun, and I in the series "The Rickshaw Driver's Wife". Yes, I am that Rickshaw Driver, the cuckolded husband, and it is my wife Narges who is the eponymous Rickshaw Driver's Wife.

Our master, the young Sarun, wrote the first three chapters of that series. If you haven't read his stories, I suggest you read those chapters before reading this. First of all, not only does he write much better than me, but he completely details how I, and my wife Narges, become his slaves, and how he ends up pretty much fucking my wife at will, in front of me, in my own house, in my own bed. I had a big debt, and Sarun is a very rich man. The moral of my life is that if you don't have the money, don't gamble. You will end up losing everything.

Our master Sarun has ordered my wife and I to pen the next couple of chapters. As he explained it to me, he wanted me to write about how I felt about my wife's debauchery, and my own humiliation, in my own words. As he explained to me, my life of humiliation as a cuckolded husband was just about to begin. He wanted me to fully detail all of my thoughts and experiences as I began this new phase of my married life. Our master Sarun also ordered my wife Narges to write about her feelings about our dramatic situation and make them a part of this story, so she will also pick up part of the narration.

I will try to be faithful to our master Sarun's request, although I do not have the skills with words as he evidently has, in addition to all of his other skills, as my wife would no doubt say, taunting me. That was what my life has become nowadays - being mocked continuously by my wife, and sometimes even being physically punished by her. That is what happens when you are no longer the man in your wife's life, when you cannot provide for her, and protect her. You become her servant. My wife never lost an opportunity to remind me of that fact.

Not only does Sarun have a much bigger dick than you, my wife would say, he knows what to do with it. You... you are only good at masturbating. Even then, I doubt you give yourself too much pleasure!

It had been a surreal first week with our master Sarun in our house. Yes, I was a poor old rickshaw driver, but at least I was the man of my own house. All that had changed that fateful evening when I picked up what I thought was just another young passenger. This young man was looking for a woman called Narges who happened to be this man's former maid servant.

This man was now my master, and our master, Sarun, and the woman he was looking for - Narges - was my wife... and now Sarun's besotted mistress, sex slave, cum dump, and married slut.

I have to applaud Sarun's chutzpah and confidence.

Of course, I am calling him Sarun here in my story, just for ease of flow of the words. In his presence I was only allowed to call him either "sahib" or "master". I remember two days before he left, I had just returned from working all day driving the rickshaw. I entered the house and wondered where my wife and our master were. I needn't have worried - the loud sounds of the bed springs squeaking immediately told me where they were and what they were doing. Heaving a sigh of sadness, but also unexplainedly getting a little aroused, I exited the house and walked to the lavatory in the backyard. As I urinated, washed, and freshened up, I constantly heard my wife repeatedly cry out noisily in the throes of several fervid orgasms.

We are very poor, and our houses had very thin walls, and I could hear them having sex from out in the backyard inside the lavatory. I wondered how many of the neighbours had similarly heard my wife have orgasms all day all this week. Certainly, some of them had been giving me strange looks this week. Even now, as I had stopped my rickshaw on our front yard and gotten out, one of the neighborhood ladies put a hand on her mouth to cover her giggles, and she was smirking when she saw me. I heard a few of the ladies talk behind my back when I went out in the morning. No doubt, it was now an open secret on our street what was happening in my house.

I had completely freshened up and re-entered the house. I went to the kitchen and washed all the dirty dishes I saw in the sink. Finally, as I sat waiting in the living room sofa, the new sofa that Sarun had bought for us, he called for me.

"Fateh, are you home, you cuckold? Get in here, you idiot."

"Ji, sahib." I said, which you can translate as "Yes, Sir."

As I walked in, I saw the two of them lying in bed, completely naked, completely shameless. My 32-year-old beautiful, plump, buxom, sexy wife Narges, and her thirty-year-old virile strong and muscular lover Sarun. As always, there was a strong smell of sex and sweat in the room. Narges was resting her head on Sarun's broad hairy chest and caressing his dark muscular shoulders and biceps.

I looked jealously at Sarun. Evidently the man wasn't just some lazy young rich man who didn't take care of himself. Sarun must be going to the gym regularly. Looking at them just after copulating together, I felt old. Already I was twenty years older than my wife, but looking at the two young lovers, in bed, together, I was distinctly aware of my older age, lack of manhood, and my cuckolded status.

My wife's huge breasts had tiny bite marks around the nipple and as I went around the bed, I saw that her large rotund ass had bright, red marks. She had been spanked... and spanked well. Yet despite the spanking, Narges had the contented look of a well-fucked woman. A look that I was never able to give her. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me. This man was not only spanking my wife, but also fucking her well, and in my own house, on my own bed! And my wife seemed to be loving it.

The spanking AND the fucking!

Narges's legs were spread a little, and I could see a pool of gooey, white cum between her thighs. Sarun's giant cock was lying across one leg, glistening with Narges's cunt juices. To my dismay, I realized that Sarun was still not using condoms. He had NEVER used condoms throughout the whole time he had been fucking my wife. Given that Sarun was thirty, and my wife was thirty-two, they were both in the prime of their youth. I wondered if he had already succeeded in impregnating my wife. I hoped he had given her those pills he said he would give, one he said would prevent pregnancy. We were too poor to afford such pills. I had hoped against hope that he would also use condoms, but Sarun didn't seem to care much.

Moreover, given the expertise with which Sarun had simply taken charge of my wife, I wondered if there were other men whose wives' pussies had been penetrated by that cock. After watching him with Narges for so many days, I realized her certainly knew how to pleasure a woman until she was crying out helplessly for mercy. A big part of that success was his huge dick. Even when soft, his penis was thicker and longer than mine was when hard.

I must have been staring at that monster because Sarun caught me looking, and he laughed out loud, and much to my chagrin my wife Narges joined in with him.

"What are you staring at, Fateh?"

"Er... nothing, sahib." I lied.

"Ever seen a lund this big?" Sarun boasted, even as my wife wrapped her fingers around his soft member and stroked him. "Do you think your cock has a chance against mine?"

What could I say? This man was emasculating me in every way.

"Er... of course not, sahib."

"Good! Now strip! You shouldn't be wearing clothes in our presence, especially when I am not!"

I gasped, but I was not about to argue. I did not want to be spanked again by my wife. Or peed upon. I took off my shirt, and then my lungi. I was now standing completely naked in the presence of my wife and her dominating lover. Yes, we were all now naked, but there was no question about who was in charge here.

Our master Sarun.

"Good, Fateh. You are getting better at obeying." Sarun praised me. "Now do one thing. I have fucked your wife, and Narges has made a bit of a mess on the bed. She cums a lot - your wife! And I don't like a messy bed. So go get some tissue and wipe your wife's pussy clean. I would ask you to lick it clean, but Narges told me that might be too much for you."

"Ji, sahib."

I got a tissue paper box from the kitchen and returned to the bedroom. Narges giggled, and helpfully spread her legs. I started to wipe her pussy and thighs. It was dripping with Sarun's cum which was running down her legs. Even as I wiped her cunt clear, more spunk would ooze out of her hole. By the time I was done, I had used up quite a lot of tissue papers. We usually didn't use them because of the cost, and used old clothes and rags, but Sarun was adamant about hygiene.

"Husband!" Narges ordered, when I had thrown the tissues in the waste. "Come stand here. Next to me."

So far Narges was still calling me "Husband", and not taking my name, except once or twice. She still had that built in respect for me. I wondered how long that would last.

"Yes, Narges."

As our master Sarun watched, Narges took my penis in her hand. It twitched as she touched it, making her giggle and Sarun laugh. My little penis looked tiny compared to his huge monstrous giant cock which seemed about to burst all the time.

"Do you have a tape measure in this house?" Sarun asked me.

"Ji, sahib." I nodded.

"Go get it. And measure your... thing," Sarun ordered.

Narges let go of my penis. I got a tape measure from her dresser and measured my penis.

"Er... 1 inch long and half inches around, sahib." I said, and they both laughed as if I told them a joke. Sarun then kissed my wife on the lips. I stood there, humiliated, as they kissed for a long time before Sarun turned again towards me.

"Now, Fateh." Sarun said. "I have been monopolizing your wife, and it's not fair. After all, she IS your wife, so it's just fair you also have a turn with her."

I looked at him in surprise, and in hope. I hadn't expected to have sex with Narges while Sarun was in the house, but I would gladly do it if he permitted. All those days of watching him use my wife as his personal fucktoy had made me really horny. Alas, that was not what he had in mind.

"Crawl between Narges's legs." Sarun ordered. "And start licking her pussy. The pussy that I had just cum in."

I did as he asked. I positioned myself between my wife's legs and started to lap at her cunt. I realized that I was licking the same place another man had just dumped his own cum in. In fact, my wife's cunt had a strong smell, and tasted different - I realized I was tasting the residue of another man's cum - or to be correct, I was having sloppy seconds.

"Now start humping her leg." Sarun ordered. "Like a dog."

I obeyed, and rubbed myself on Narges's leg as I licked her pussy. Sarun and Narges laughed harder as I humped her leg and licked her cunt. After about ten humps I felt myself explode and came all over her leg.

"See." Narges told Sarun triumphantly. "I told you he wouldn't last even a minute!"

Sarun made a disgusted noise.

"Yuck! Clean that up, Fateh!"

"Yes, sahib."

I wiped my cum off her leg. Sarun then ordered me to stand back. I noticed he was now fully hard - again! It was impossible! I had just heard him fucking my wife and ejaculating inside her merely fifteen minutes ago! And he was ready to go again!

Sarun took his time spreading Narges's legs apart and brazenly fingering her cunt. My wife lay there, shamelessly spreading her legs, as this man touched and fingered her innermost private parts. With a swift move, Sarun positioned himself on top of her and plunged into my wife's pussy.

I basically stood there, naked, cum dripping from my limp cock, watching Sarun fuck my wife - again. Because he had already come once it seemed to take him forever to cum. I watched jealously as he pounded my eager wife, switching positions a few times, and making her scream with pleasure repeatedly. The bed squeaked, the sheets rustled, my wife screamed, Sarun grunted, and finally I could see his ass muscles tighten as he began to dump yet another load of cum into my wife.

Bareback. No condoms. He was ejaculating directly inside her womb. Sarun then turned to me and snapped his fingers.

I was ordered to clean Narges up yet again. After I had done so, Narges ordered me to come beside her on the bed and kneel on the floor. As she lay on the bed, having just been pounded by Sarun, I was naked, kneeling on the bare stone floor, watching her face.

Narges sat up slightly, reached out and caressed my cheek with her hand.

"We made some ground rules for you going forward, dear husband." Narges told me, patting my cheek. "I hope you agree to them."

Did I really have a choice? I had a feeling these 'rules' had been worked out by both of them in between their love making.

"I will do what you ask me to do, Narges." I replied.

"Narges." Sarun suddenly interjected. "Slap him."

SLAP!

Before I could even think of what was happening, my wife had sharply slapped me, obeying her lover.

"I... I am sorry, Narges." I mumbled. I wondered what I had done.

Sarun looked at Narges and nodded again. Once more my wife raised her hand.

SLAP!

It was another sharp slap, this time on my other cheek with the back of her hand and left my cheeks stinging.

"Here's the first important rule, cuckold." Sarun told me. "From now on, you will NEVER call Narges by name. It will always be 'my dear wife'. Or 'dear' for short."

"Er... ji, sahib."

So now I couldn't take my wife's name!

"Second, you will always address me as 'sahib' or 'master'. Is that understood?" He continued.

"Yes, sahib."

The rules continued.

"You are now a slave." Sarun told me. "When I am here, you belong to me, otherwise you are Narges's slave. You are not her husband anymore, but a slave."

"Yes, sahib."

SLAP!

SLAP!

As if to indicate my new lowly status, I was slapped again, twice, by my wife.

"Finally, this is now MY house, and Narges is now my rakhel - my property. Whenever I am here, you will be our mere servant. You will do whatever we both ask of you."

"Yes, sahib."

"Now stand up and get us both some cold juice."

"Ji, sahib."

Then, two days later, Sarun had finally left. He took the morning bus, and I dropped him off at the bus station on my rickshaw. All along the way, he told me how he had tremendously enjoyed our hospitality and he would be back in a month or so, again to fuck my wife.

When I had returned to the house later that evening, Narges called me to the bedroom. I stepped in and noticed a briefcase on the bed.

"Do you know what is in this briefcase, husband?" She asked me.

"Er, no, Narges." I replied.

I didn't even see Narges's hands move. One minute she had been talking to me, and the next...

SLAP!

The slap had been sudden, and my cheeks stung. Narges raised her hand and slapped me again.

SLAP!

"What was rule no. 1, Husband?" Narges taunted, asking me, while rubbing her hand on my cheek that she had just slapped.

"Er... I... I am not supposed to call you by name."

My wife slapped me again.

SLAP!

"Good! You remember. Now let's try this again. Do you know what is in the briefcase, husband?"

"Er... no, my dear. I don't."

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Good. Good. You learn fast." Narges continued to pat my cheek in between the slaps. "Inside this briefcase is 200,000 rupees."

My jaws must have dropped, for I heard Narges chuckle. Then she continued, "It is for our loan for Wasim bhai."

"Er, yes, dear."

SLAP!

"Now we have this loan because YOU... YOU had those gambling debts."

SLAP!

"And because of you, I had to whore myself out to Sarun for 200,000 rupees for a week."

SLAP!

"I am sorry, dear." I mumbled.

SLAP!

"Now call Wasim the money lender." Narges ordered. "And then pay this off. And if I ever hear that you are gambling again..."

SLAP!

SLAP!

"We have dreamt a long time about being debt free, Husband!" Narges told me. "But this dream has come at a cost. Now, you should realize, nothing will ever be the same between us, ever again!"

That had been a month ago. I had paid a surprising visit to Wasim and paid off the whole loan. The look on his face was something else to see. But he could do nothing - all the money was there.

Life had gone somewhat back to routine. I still drove my rickshaw - but Narges made sure I gave her all of my daily earnings, and she then gave me a small allowance. She also allowed me to fuck her - once... a pity fuck - in the interim. We hadn't heard anything from Sarun after he had gone.

Let me now turn over the narration to my dear wife Narges.

* * *

Hello, my name is Narges.

Yes, I am the batchalan adulterous wife - the Rickshaw Driver's Wife - that you have been reading about. If you read Sarun's stories, you must have read of how I had initially seduced Sarun when he was a young man, and I was working in his parents' house.

It was a long time ago - over a decade has gone since I used to work at his parent's place.

At that time, he was 19, and I was 21. He was a horny young man, and I was a horny young woman. Yet I was the maid, and hence taboo for him. True, I was a little chubby, but I used to fill out all the right places. Sarun loved to lick my breasts and my ass. Oh, the number of times I had made him lick my ass and my asshole! I used to love slapping him, and he used to let me - all because in the end I would... I might... give him a blowjob!

I used to allow him to lick my cunt on occasion - he had seen me naked from the waist down enough times - but I never allowed him to cum in me. I was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself and make me pregnant, which would complicate matters. Besides, then no one would marry me.

On hindsight, I should have let him cum in me! All those two years that I worked for his family, all Sarun had done was lick my ass, suckle my boobs, and kiss my feet, and sometimes lick me to an orgasm. In return I had slapped him often, and twisted his ears, and from time to time, rewarded him with blowjobs. I thought I was saving myself for my husband! My real true love.

What a waste!

Suddenly it had all come crashing down. Sarun's family had gotten the visa, and they sold most of their properties and moved to the USA. I was suddenly out of a job. I tried working as a maid in the city for other families, but it was hard getting stable employment with a good family. Sometimes the lady of the house was a bitch, and other times the man was a lecher, or they overworked you and underpaid, and so on.

Besides, there was a full-blown recession, and many middle-class families could no longer afford a full-time live-in maid. The rich had their own already. With no steady work, soon I had to return to the village to my parental home.

My marriage was fixed with Fateh. My father had four daughters, and Fateh seemed to be a good prospect. He had his own rickshaw, which he drove. He had his own house that he owned. And to top it all off, he didn't want that much in dowry.

"But father," I had tried to argue, "He is 15 years older than me!"

"So?" My dad had argued back. "I am twenty years older than your mother!"

And so, I was married to Fateh. Not that I had too much choice, but I was willing to give it a go. After all, he seemed like a decent man, and he was going to provide for me, so I didn't need to work.

It only took a few weeks to find out Fateh had lied about pretty much everything.

He wasn't fifteen years my senior; he was twenty. Right now, I was thirty-two, and he was fifty-two. When we had married, I was 23, and he was 43, though he claimed to be 38. While Fateh did own his rickshaw and house, both had heavy liens on it. In fact, he was deeply in debt. He had a huge gambling problem, and every time he tried to wipe it off with more gambling, thinking he would win. And he would lose.

He then borrowed from a money lender called Wasim, and paid off the others, but the interest was crippling. He now owed 200,000 rupees to this man, a local mobster, and there was no way he was going to get this type of money. At least I think it was 200,000. Could have been 2,000,000... I might be missing a zero somewhere. I was never that good at numbers.

A couple of days ago, I had run into Wasim, the money lender. I was shopping for vegetables in the marketplace in the afternoon, when suddenly I felt a hand on my bum. My ass.

"Well, if it isn't the beautiful Narges, the young wife of the loser gambler Fateh." Wasim sneered, as his hands brazenly groped my buttocks.

"W-w-wasim B-b-bhai!" I mumbled. I could do nothing. I just stood there, as this man squeezed and caressed my bottom in front of everyone.

No one would do anything. It was a small village, and everyone knew who Wasim Bhai was. He owned the local pub, behind which was the gambling den. He was a local gunda (gangster), and no one wanted to cross his path. Besides, he had a couple of his minions with him. Wasim Bhai was fondling me openly, publicly, and everyone just watched. I was so ashamed, I was blushing red with embarrassment, and yet I could do nothing.

"Your husband now owes me a lot of money." He said, as his hand went deep into the crack of my ass. "When is the loser planning to pay me back?"

"Soon, Wasim bhai." I managed to croak. "He is working day and night to get the money. Just give us some more time, please."

"I have been generous enough. I have already given him a year." Wasim said. He patted my rump, and then his hands went to my waist. I was wearing a sari, so my waist and tummy was exposed, as always. As the vegetable vendors watched, Wasim put a finger in my navel.

"You have a beautiful body, Narges." Wasim taunted me, stroking my tummy. "It would be a shame if your husband had to settle his debts using you as the payment."

"Please, Wasim bhai." I begged. "I am a respected married woman."

Wasim snorted and then laughed. His hands went upwards, and in full view of everyone nearby, he squeezed my left boob, and then my right boob. A tear rolled down my right cheek, but Wasim didn't care.

"I have given him a year," Wasim repeated, as he continued to play with my big breasts in full view of everyone. "But soon I will need the first interest payment. And he has to tell me HOW he is going to pay the whole loan back."

"Please give us some time, Wasim bhai." I pleaded. Wasim placed a hand on the button of my blouse, as if to unbutton it, but then he laughed.

"Two months, Narges." He said, suddenly letting go of my tits, and then smacking me on my ass.

SMACK!

My face blushed a bright red as I was smacked loudly on my bottom in so public a fashion.

SMACK!

"Two months, Narges." Wasim repeated, as he pinched my buttocks. "If it's not paid, I will come to your house, and YOU will be the first installment."

SMACK!

I had just been publicly molested, embarrassed, and humiliated, and all because of my husband! After Wasim left, I still had to continue my shopping. None of the shop keepers spoke much to me, and all of them averted their eyes as they dealt with me. I also couldn't speak much! I was now a marked - and fallen - woman.

Afterwards, later that night, I told my useless husband about the incident. I told him how I was felt up and assaulted in public, and how I was helpless to act as this man touched and pinched my ass, caressed my waist, and squeezed my boobs, and spanked my ass. In public, in front of everyone. All my husband could do was beg for forgiveness and mumble about how he was saving money and would soon pay it off.

"Can you pay the interest in two months?" I asked him.

My husband looked away. Our situation was dire. That is also when I realized that he had given himself to the idea that I would be the payment for his loan. In his mind, he had already accepted the fact that Wasim would be using me, and my body, as the payment.

I knew how it would work. There were two options. First, Wasim could just tell the police about the loan. He owned the local police anyways. That would mean Fateh would go to jail. After that, I would have to fend for myself. In all likelihood, Wasim's men would kidnap me, and I would be raped ravished every night, as a lesson for other defaulters.

The second option was for Fateh to come to some arrangement with Wasim. Again, my body was going to be the payment.

Next to Wasim's pub and gambling den were two five floor apartment buildings. Each apartment inside had a couple of bedrooms. And in each bedroom was a girl.

A whore. A hooker.

That area was known as the red-light district area. People - men - from surrounding villages would throng that area. Mostly truck drivers, day labourers, and sometimes young men from nearby schools. Most of the women who worked there were also day labourers or girls from poor families, now destined for a life as a prostitute. Yet, the top floor of each of these buildings was special.

Inside were women whose father or husband or brother had defaulted on loans to Wasim. These were special women, and the rate was higher. After all, fucking a married woman was much more expensive. I knew that in a year, which could be my fate - working as a lowly hooker - a married woman - to pay off my husband's debts. My destiny. Who would save me?

And that is when, that very week, just a couple of days later, destiny threw Sarun into my lap. Literally and figuratively. Now you know why I jumped at the chance destiny had tossed my way.

I knew Sarun's parents had done well for themselves back in the USA. Even in India, they still owned a share of their family business. In USA, they had started a new business, and it was doing very well. This I knew because at the time of my marriage, Sarun's mother had sent some very expensive gifts for me. She was no longer my employer, she was in another country, and yet she did that for me - a former maid servant who had worked for her. I had the chance to speak with Sarun's mother on the phone for a little while during my wedding, and she made dua for me, and gave me some encouraging words - and she told me her family would always be there for me.

Thus, as soon as I saw Sarun on my doorstep, surprised as I was, I made a quick decision.

I wanted Sarun to help me out, to bail us out, and in return I would do anything for him.

Anything.

I knew that growing up, Sarun had a crush on me. A man does not lick his maid servant's asshole if he doesn't fancy her. And even though I had given him a blow job, I had always denied him the ultimate pleasure.

Now, I didn't know what his plans were. Was he married? Would he... still want to... fuck me? A lower-class woman, a former maid servant, and now wife of a rickshaw driver? Did he just want me to see me, give me some gifts and be on his way? No... I decided I would have to seduce him. And if he wanted to cum in me, hell ya... I would let him. Unprotected. No point in saving myself for anyone now.

It worked. That very first night, I managed to seduce him into bed. I didn't need to do much, to be honest, he was horny enough, but I coaxed him into staying with us, and then into fucking me at night even as my inept husband was present just in the next room.

If you remember what Sarun wrote... this is his words...

"You look beautiful," I told her, and moved forward and kissed her on her lips. I waited for a resounding slap, but it didn't come, so I kissed her again and stepped back.

"Thank you," Narges beamed. "You look great too. You have grown tall, kept in shape, and are now a handsome young man!"

You see what I, Narges, was up to. Before, when I used to work as a maid at their house, every time that Sarun used to take a chance and kiss me on my lips or cheeks, I would slap him. And make him kiss my butt. Now, I was opening myself to him. He was going to plant his flag, so as to speak, on the forbidden territory. I was going to do anything for him.

And I didn't even have to lie as to how handsome he had become. Gone was the skinny, scrawny lad. He was now well built, tall and muscular. And oh, how he could fuck! He must have had a good American girlfriend or two to teach him sex... oh, how well he fucked me!

He always had a big dick. I would so many times fantasize about his dick when my own pathetic husband was fucking me with his small penis. I remember that when I used to suck Sarun off as a 19 and 20-year-old, I would struggle to take him in completely in my mouth. But now, this Sarun - he knew how to use his big dick - and use it well!

He didn't just start plunging into me and fucking me. Given his size, even that would have been good, but no... Sarun took his time. Expertly.

First, he played with my breasts, squeezing, and caressing until I was moaning passionately. He kissed me all over, licking my face, eyes, lips, nose, and nibbling on my earlobes and biting my neck. I was already a helpless wet mess when he unclipped my bra completely and freed my heavy breasts, and continued to pinch, bite and suck on them.

That is when he took charge. This was the moment I knew I was forever going to be Sarun's slave. Previously, it had always been I who was in charge. From now on, it was going to be different.

He made me stand up and bend over, and then completely stripped me naked, removing my petticoat, blouse, and panties. As I stood in front of him, naked and vulnerable, he hugged me, pushing his hardness against my wet vagina, and squeezing my ass.

If you have read Sarun's first chapter, you know what he did next, and how he took me.

My former maid laid down on the bed on her back as I began licking her hairy pussy, making her shiver and tremble as she experienced her cunt being expertly sucked for the first time in many, many years. Her eyes were closed and she was purring as I squeezed her breasts. Narges arched her back to allow me easier access to pull and twist her nipples, making her wince with pleasure.

I pulled her thighs apart and positioned the thick bulbous head of my cock over her labia. I put the tip of my penis into her, then slowly pressed in a few inches, pulled out then pushed back in a bit further, pulled out again before finally penetrating her fully in one push up to my balls, causing Narges to gasp as the air was pumped out of her body, stretching her cunt fully.

To be honest, I don't remember much. Sarun might be angry that I am reusing his words, but I couldn't really recount. All I knew was that I was lost in my ecstasy, as he fucked me, again and again, that night.

Every time, all I could utter was a helpless mumble.

"Wow." I would repeatedly say, and it was the truth. "Oh Sarun! Now that's what I call a fucking. My husband never fucks me like that. You know how to satisfy a woman. If I knew you fucked like that, I would have let you fuck me a long time ago."

Sarun, of course, did not use protection. He was cumming in my unprotected womb, and I let him. I didn't care. I don't remember when he exactly proposed to me, but sometime, as he was fucking me again, probably for the fifth or sixth time, he told me what he wanted from me.

"You see, I am now a very rich married man." He was telling me, even as his penis drilled into me. "I have this mansion in Kolkata. My family lives in the USA, but I come every month to Kolkata for a week, sometimes ten to twelve days. I need a maid, Narges. I need you."

Over the next few days, as I continued to be Sarun's plaything, the exact nature of this job was starting to become clear. Even the very next morning after our first night, Sarun made me give him a blowjob in the kitchen while my husband watched. As I sucked him off, he kept calling me his 'cum dump'.

Then he continued to show his dominance over us by kneading and squeezing my big behind in full view of my husband as I served him breakfast. Fateh became his servant, attending to him at his beck and call, and taking him around the city on his rickshaw. Sarun bought some furniture for us, displaying his wealth and taunting Fateh, and then buying me some sexy underwear as my poor husband watched.

And in the night, as Fateh would sometimes watch, Sarun would fuck me in countless number of ways. Sarun would tease me mercilessly, playing with my cunt and tits until I was a helpless wet mess, and then he would have his way with me. I was fucked in my pussy, fucked in my ass, spanked (and spanked well until my ass was red), fucked in the mouth. He slapped me. He made me kneel on the floor and lick his scrotum and then he ejaculated on my face and tits. You name a sex act - Sarun did it to me.

My poor husband! Fateh had to listen to me moan incoherently and loudly all the time. I was getting the fucking of my life. Time and morality lost all sense to me. All I could think of was Sarun's big dick. In the morning, I couldn't even walk properly, and yet I wasn't safe from Sarun. Every time he took my name, I started to become wet. The man really knew how to pleasure a woman. I was ready to give my all to him any time.

Over the few days, my husband had to confront the fact that he was now a cuckold, and Sarun was now our master. When Sarun wasn't there, I would taunt him.

"Oh, my dear husband." I would tell him. "You saw a young man slap your wife's buttocks until she cried out in pain, and you did nothing. Sarun called me a bitch and a prostitute, and you watched. Sarun plunged his manhood into me and FUCKED me in the ass, and you just watched and jacked off to it? What type of man are you?"

As I would taunt him, I started to slap him. I was taking out my frustrations of life on him.

SLAP!

"Does it feel good knowing another man had lubricated my pussy with his cum?"

SLAP!

"I am your wife. But I belong to him. Does it feel good to sit quietly and watch as he takes what is his?"

SLAP!

"I can't think of a single reason why I would remain faithful to you, after the orgasms he has given me. Can you?"

SLAP!

"Sarun is finally giving me what you never have - a good hard fucking, with a cock that I can actually feel deep inside me."

SLAP!

And Fateh had no answer to my taunts. Or my slaps. He just sat timidly aside every time Sarun fucked me, shamelessly masturbating to the sight of another man fucking his wife.

And my useless husband had especially no answer when Sarun made him the offer.

I knew exactly what we were getting into. Sarun had made it abundantly clear to me one night as he was fucking me.

He had placed me on the bed, on my tummy. I was naked, of course, and very, very wet. I could hear my husband in the next room, cleaning and dusting. Poor guy.

"You are a beautiful lady, Narges." Sarun announced. "Look at that big, round, beautiful ass!"

"Oh, Sarun." I purred. "Remember how you used to lick and kiss that ass!"

"Oh, yes." Sarun laughed. "I may still do that, Narges. But this time, my bitch, it will be on my terms!"

He was calling me names, and I was letting him.

I lay there, shamelessly, waiting for the man to mount me. Sarun poured out more lubricant and applied generously on my butt cheeks.

"Oh, Sarun!" I moaned, half in heat, half in nervous anticipation. "Please be gentle!"

Sarun climbed on me, and in one move, inserted his huge rod into my ass and thrusted into me.

"Ahhhhh!" I cried out, clasping the bedsheet and grimacing as Sarun plunged deep inside my rectum.

Sarun fucked me like "a bitch", to use his own words, for about 5 whole minutes. Then he withdrew, and using his strong arms, lifted and flipped me around, so I was now lying on my back, rather than my tummy. Sarun didn't need to pour any lubricant on my pussy. I was leaking like an open tap. He again climbed in between my thighs and shoved his manhood straight into me. Without even cleaning it.

"My dear Narges," He started to say, as he commenced pumping into me again, "Once you are in Kolkata, in my mansion, you should know what you are in for. You should be fully aware before taking on the job."

"Oh, Sarun." I panted, as I tried to match his thrusts. "I am yours. I am ready for whatever you want from me."

"You will be my slave." Sarun was blunt. "Whenever I want, I will call you. And you will do what I want. If I want you to give me a blowjob, you will kneel and give me one. If I tell you to bend over and show me your ass, you will. I will fuck you whenever I want, HOWEVER I want. In front of WHOever I want."

"Oh, Sarun." For some reason, his words made me even wetter.

"I will punish you as I see fit. I have already spanked you. I will also cane you if I feel like it."

My body started to shake. His words were making me hornier.

"Oh, Sarun!" I cried out. "Oh please. Fuck me harder, fuck me dear, fuck me now, I love you!"

Sarun plunged into me, and out, in and out. His cock rubbed against the wet damp skin of my clit, ploughing deep into my folds, going where my husband could only dream of going. You might wonder why I was agreeing to Sarun's demands, but I was in the middle of another massive orgasm. I was hugging him tightly and leaking for almost a minute.

Sarun recognized this and slowed down, fucking me this time with long slow deep strokes, and kissing me on my mouth.

"Do you agree, my love?" He asked. "Do you want to be my sex slave? My bonded woman? My cum dump? My rakhel?"

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" I could only mumble back.

"Good!"

My response seemed to have pushed him over the edge. He grunted as he ejaculated, filling up my vagina with his semen till it overflowed, once again staining the bed sheets. I caressed his balls as he continued to cum. Sarun was now nibbling my neck, still ejaculating. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, lying there as his dick throbbed, the sperm slowing down to a trickle.

You will be my slave. Whenever I want, I will call you. And you will do what I want. If I want you to give me a blowjob, you will kneel and give me one. If I tell you to bend over and show me your ass, you will. I will fuck you whenever I want, HOWEVER I want. In front of WHOever I want.

I will punish you as I see fit. I have already spanked you. I will also cane you if I feel like it.

After Sarun left our place, I thought long and hard about our future. It was easier to think clearly when a giant dick was not constantly in your pussy, giving your massive orgasms. Something I hadn't experienced before this week for a long time.

The loan to Wasim had been repaid. We were now in no danger from Wasim or his men. Even though he was a gangster, Wasim still operated by a set honour code. Once a loan was repaid, you don't trouble the borrower. This encouraged others to repay their loans too.

There was no record of Sarun paying us the money, so if we wanted to, we could completely ignore Sarun. He was rich, yes, but he wasn't someone that could threaten us in any way. He was a young man expanding his US business back in India. So, nothing could force us to go and work as his servants. Or as he said, be his "slave".

Still, I wanted to go. I wanted to work in his house as his slave woman.

My husband and I argued a lot about it, but I was firm.

"He has a huge house." I told Fateh. "He is not there half the time, so the house is fully ours to use. We don't ever have to worry about money, and food. We will be eating, and living, well. Why should we not go?"

I knew the answer, of course. Half the time Sarun was not there. That meant, the other half - he was there.

And when he was there, I would be his slave girl, and Fateh his servant. He would have watch, and do nothing, as Sarun had his way with me, his wife. For some reason, that actually made me want to go and be Sarun's slave girl even more.

"My dear," Fateh tried to reason with me. "You are my wife. I am your husband. How can I stand and let another man... do that to you?"

SLAP!

I slapped him, hard. Nowadays I was slapping him a lot. All those years of frustration with Fateh was taking its toll.

SLAP!

"You didn't seem to have any problem last week!" I retorted sharply. "Or when Wasim played with my boobs in front of everyone in the marketplace! And yet... it is my boobs that has now saved you from Wasim!"

SLAP!

Fateh's face fell. He knew what I meant, of course. It was the night when Sarun had made the offer to Fateh.

Sarun had stood behind me, pressed his hardness against my ass, and then had cupped my left breast.

"100,000 rupees." He had told my husband, while holding my left tit. And then he massaged my right breast.

"Another 100,000 rupees."

The offer was cruel from Sarun, but he knew Fateh had no choice.

"It's very simple." Sarun had said, continuing to knead my boobs, and getting no objections from me, or from my cowardly husband. "I am here for the night. You are to allow me to spend the night with your wife and she has to do what I order her to do. If she gives me her body absolutely, then I will loan you 200,000 rupees. You can pay off the money lender, and take your time in paying me back, with no interest."

So now we owed Sarun the money.

"We don't really need to pay him back, my dear wife." Fateh tried to reason with me. "There is no documentation, and really... he cannot do anything to us."

I slapped him again.

SLAP!

"You are an idiot." I told him. "Do you really think such a rich man is without any power? No, the correct thing now is to work for him. As we work from him every year, soon we will work off our loan."

"But..." Fateh was at a loss for words. "This means... he will use... you... and us... as his slaves. Do we really know what we are getting into?"

Did I even know what I was getting into, I wondered. Sarun - he's not the same Sarun as I knew him before. He was now rich... very, very rich. And very, very... dominating. He wanted things his way, and he knew how to get it. I knew he was married, but that didn't stop him from banging me like a 100-rupee whore almost continuously for a week.

And I had seen a bit of his cruel streak. Not only in how he spanked me or fucked me. That I had accepted. He would snap his fingers and I would bend over, presenting my buttocks to him. He would spank me until my ass was stinging with pain, and crimson red with his handprints. He also told me that back in Kolkata, I should be ready to be whipped, or caned, or lashed with a belt, should he fancy.

I had also been slapped a few times until my cheeks were stinging red. Often, I would be on my knees in front of him, and just before I would go down on him, he would grab my hair in a tight fist, and pull up, and then pat my cheeks as he held me firmly. A couple of tight slaps to my cheeks, before I would open my lips and start sucking on his cock.

I had accepted this physical domination and cruelty as the price to pay for being his sex slave. Sarun also told me he would use the whip or the cane on Fateh, should my husband displease him. So, I knew that both of us were making ourself subject to being physically punished if we went to work for him.

But Sarun's true cruelty was in how he taunted and mocked and made fun of my husband Fateh, fully flaunting his dominance over us.

He would often, to demonstrate his power in our household, mock my husband as he fucked me.

"Who is fucking your wife, Fateh?" Sarun would taunt Fateh as he had his rod inside me, poking and prodding me, while I was shamelessly having another loud orgasm.

"You are, sahib." My husband had to abjectly reply. "And I remain your grateful slave for your generosity, sahib."

"I will fuck her whenever I want, Fateh. She is my cum dump."

"Yes, sahib you such a considerate person and a dear friend that you are most welcome to fuck my wife anytime you want." Fateh had to grovel.

And I remembered the morning where he made Fateh accompany him and I to the toilet.

Both my husband and I were naked. I had been ordered to remain in the nude while carrying out all household duties, while Fateh was also ordered to strip. There we were, husband and wife, fully naked, while serving Sarun who remained clothed. Then he ordered both of us to the toilet.

We had to walk naked from the house, through our yard, to the lavatory. Any of our neighbours could see us if they peered over the small fence. Or were watching from their house.

"Fateh," Sarun ordered. "Lie down on the washroom floor."

My poor husband, completely naked, had to lie down on the cold, wet, dirty washroom floor.

"Narges," Sarun then turned to me and commanded. "Squat over to his face and urinate there."

I don't know why I simply obeyed Sarun, blindly. I didn't even hesitate - not for one second. I simply did as told, nay... as ordered, placing my thighs either side of Fateh's head, and my cunt over my husband's open mouth, and began to urinate. Soon I had covered poor Fateh's face and hair completely with my yellow urine.

"Now rub your ass over his filthy face." Sarun commanded.

Again, I did as told. I sat down with my full weight on his head, rubbing my pussy and anus back and forth over my husband's face which was drenched with my own piss. I was aroused, and soon I began to cum, squirting my pussy juices all over poor Fateh's face and into his mouth.

And yet, Sarun wasn't done humiliating Fateh yet. He pulled me to one side, and made me kneel in front of him, and take out his cock. He himself then urinated on my husband, drenching him from head to foot, before commanding me to lick his dick clean.

"You are fit to use as a toilet," Sarun told my husband Fateh, "And your wife is my toilet paper, cleaning my dick of pee."

All I could reply was, "Yes, sahib."

I, the Rickshaw Driver's Wife, was his toilet paper, and my husband Fateh was the toilet.

"Now, Narges." Sarun held my hair again firmly in a tight fist and made my role very clear. "While I am here, you will remain naked or dressed, as I tell you. I will fuck you whenever I want and you are to pleasure me before, during and after our copulation."

I was the slut wife. I was his slave girl. I was his cum dump.

"Yes, Sarun."

No wonder Fateh didn't want to go to Kolkata. But, in the end, he was a cuckold, he was in Sarun's debt, and he had a wife who wouldn't accept no... and so I won.

Why did I so badly want to be Sarun's sex slave? When I knew he could be a cruel master?

I guess it was a combination of many things. Years of living in poverty, with a husband who was much older than me, who couldn't satisfy me in bed at all. Years of living in fear of thugs and hoodlums to whom my husband was in debt and had no plans on paying back. Years of sexual frustration combined with resentment towards my husband... and then out of nowhere the sheer timing of Sarun, his thick big cock and his money, arriving as my rescue angel.

No wonder I cuckolded my poor husband. He deserved it.

I am going to now turn the story and narration back to my husband, Fateh. He will continue to story of when Sarun came back to our house, and then our journey forward.

* * *

This is Fateh again. The Rickshaw Driver. The cuckold.

At this stage in the story, you might wonder why I, as a man and husband, am willingly allowing another man to fuck my wife. Why I am taking the abuse from my wife and her lover. Or more importantly, why I am willing to go on with this, even after my debt has been paid.

Well, leave aside the fact that the look on Narges's face as she was penetrated by his cock was something else. I mean, I was willingly going to become a slave to a man who was going to fuck my wife. Which other man would be an ultimate loser by allowing his own wife to take on a lover?

I tried to think about it, and I could only think of one perverted reason.

I knew I had a small dick. I knew I was way older than my wife. And I knew she had a strong sex drive. Unfortunately, all of these meant that I felt less of a man when compared to Sarun, and somehow that humiliation made me very much aroused. Watching Narges get fucked and hearing her scream in throes of an orgasm turned me on. I cannot explain it.

Without any real good reason, the sight of my own dear wife sucking another man's cock, sliding his spit-wet cock in her dripping pussy, riding his cock, bending over doggy and looking at me as he entered her, talking dirty to him and complimenting his cock and body, fucking him till she was screaming out in orgasm, and sucking him again till he came inside her, or swallowing his seed while looking at me drove me wild.

The very thought goes against everything conscience and instinctual.

You might think I don't love my wife anymore. That is not true. I do love Narges. I love her a lot. And I got really jealous when she went to bed with Sarun. Insanely jealous. When Narges was with him, for that whole week, the emotional torture within me raged like a furnace. I was jealous. I was angry. And I was helpless. Nothing compared to this emotional torture... this tormented tearing of my soul as my wife let another man ejaculate inside of her and knowing that I cannot stop it.

Yet, it was the most perfect combination of emotions I have ever felt. I guess... in short... my wife was right. I was a loser. I was not a real man. Now that there was a real man in her life, someone with lots of money, someone giving her lots of gifts, someone giving her lots of off the charts sex, I had no choice but to accept it.

My master Sarun did want me to write about my feelings, so I hope he appreciates this little detour from the story. So... alright... let me get back to what happened next.

Dear reader, almost two months had passed since our master Sarun was here, fucking my wife and paying off my loan. Finally, last night, he had unexpectedly called and said he would be here today by late afternoon. He talked mostly to my wife, making her giggle and blush like a schoolgirl talking to her crush. He only briefly spoke to me.

"Remember our rules, cuckold." He warned me with disdain. "Be on good behaviour when I am there so your wife doesn't have to punish you. So that I don't have to punish you. I have a belt that would love to meet your ass."

"Er... I will do my best to please you, sahib."

"And be prepared to soon move to Kolkata."

"Yes, sahib."

This morning I couldn't drive my rickshaw. My wife had me running errands, such as getting groceries so she could prepare Sarun's favourite food, and then I spent the rest of the morning cleaning the house and bedroom and moving some of my stuff out of the bedroom.

It was now the afternoon, and I was on my knees in the living room, begging my wife.

"My dear, please." I pleaded. "You know I need the release, and you promised me, my dear."

I badly needed to cum, but since last week, my wife had expressly forbidden me to masturbate without her permission. It was yet another addition to her list of rules.

"Why?" My wife looked at me. "I gave you a hand job last week!"

"I'm sorry my dear," I begged again. "With sahib here, you know I will need some release before he comes. You know I won't get any release when he is here with you."

Narges made a face.

"You are so pathetic." She scoffed. "Why can't you control your perverted urges like real man!"

"Please, my dear." I implored. "Allow me to masturbate, please."

Narges raised a hand and slapped me. Nowadays she often slapped me as a punishment.

SLAP!

"Alright, Husband. I am going to let you ejaculate," She snarled, "It's more than you deserve, though."

"Thank you." I meekly replied.

SLAP!

"Where are your manners?!" Narges raised her voice.

"I'm sorry, thank you, my dear, sweet wife!" I grovelled.

SLAP!

"Go to the lavatory. Take your clothes off once inside, and don't even think about touching yourself until I join you." Narges ordered.

"Yes, my dear wife."

Soon I was in the lavatory in the backyard, fully naked. As I was waiting for Narges, I was feeling intensely aroused. My erection began to throb in anticipation of its first ejaculation in nearly seven days. It took all my will power not to touch myself, but I knew that any deviation from her instructions would only cause me further denial.

Narges entered after ten minutes. She was wearing her sari, which left quite a lot of her navel and waist exposed, as was the norm in our culture. Her clothes, the sari, clung snugly against her ass. Ever since the last two months, she was looking even more radiant than usual. It appeared that being fucked day and night by a man like our master Sarun had done my wife a world of good.

"Alright, Husband." She looked with disdain down at my manhood. "Let's see this pathetic excuse of a cock you have! A penis like this doesn't even deserve to ejaculate."

"I am sorry, my dear."

"Because you are my Husband, I still love you, so I will allow you a release."

Narges spit generously into her hand, wiped the precum off the tip of my penis, and used that and her own spit for lubrication as she began stroking me. Oh, how it felt so good to have my penis attended to! I knew I wasn't going to last very long.

"You know, Husband." Narges continued to stroke me. "You disappointed me this morning. You know Sarun is going to come, and yet you were tardy in going to the market, and getting sloppy with the cleaning, and now wasting time with... this."

"I am sorry, my dear." I croaked. "But... but... I also have some needs, my dear wife."

"And what did you try and argue with me this morning?" Narges completely ignored my excuse and carried on. "Why do you want Sarun to wear condoms?"

"My dear." I tried to make my case while keeping my voice in check, even as my wife increased her pace of stroking me. "He is just... cumming... in you. He's a young man, and you are a young woman. He can make you pregnant."

"Well," Narges grinned. She stopped stroking me for one minute, before resuming again. "You should have thought about that before you gambled our future away."

Her comment almost made me cum. I knew I couldn't last for much longer as Narges continued to rub my penis while continuing to humiliate me.

"My dear." I begged. "You are only thirty-two. At the prime of your fertility. When is your next period due, my dear?"

Narges laughed. Once again, she stopped stroking me for a minute, raised her hand and patted my right cheek. I knew what was coming next.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Giving me two tight slaps, Narges grinned at me, before starting to stroke my manhood again.

"Well, my period was about two weeks ago, and I felt a little cramp this morning so I might be ovulating." She chortled. "You know Sarun cums a lot. I am sure that there is an egg in me to be fertilized. This month I am sure his ample semen will hit the mark."

The last statement almost pushed me over the edge. I could feel my orgasm steadily building. So could Narges, and she immediately slowed the pace of her hand job.

"You need to now accept that I am Sarun's slut, and you are his sissy. Accept it." She said, as she continued to stroke me. "Let's be honest. You get turned on when he fucks me. And I would allow him to fuck me even if you didn't like it. What will you do to get us to stop? Nothing."

"I am sorry, my dear." I mumbled. "I love you."

"You love me? You LOVE it when he degrades you, don't you?" My wife had a smile on her lips. "You know what... I LOVE it too. Serves you right for cheating me all those years out of a good life. You lied to me, you gambled our money, and now my body belongs to another man. Today, he is going to fuck me again, on our bed, in our house, in front of you. And soon, I will be carrying his child."

The combination of her taunting, the stroking, the jealousy I felt as a man, and the arousal I had as a cuckold was more than I could take, I was about to explode my load. When I reached the moment of no return, Narges cruelly stopped stroking me, and with an evil smile squeezed my balls tightly, effectively abandoning my penis and denying me stimulation at the most critical point in the orgasm.

"Ungh! Umgg! Aaaah." I moaned as a very subdued orgasm took over. My cum slowly arrived at the urethral meatus and spilled over my cockhead. I could feel the urethral muscles move the ejaculate to the tip but in the end, it did not feel very intense.

Still, I had cum, and I had my release as my semen dribbled over to the lavatory floor. Narges made a face as she looked at me.

"Clean up and come inside quickly." She said, wiping her own hands on to the pallu of her sari. "Sarun will soon be here, most likely in an hour or so. We need to be ready."

"Just how much ready do we need to be for him?" I grumbled. "I've already moved my clothes to the living room and changed the bed sheets. What more does that stupid man need!"

Narges looked at me, stunned.

"You will NOT call him that." Narges warned me with a tone that I had never heard her use before. "Sarun is not just MY lover, but he is OUR master. And your duties just don't end because you changed the bedsheet. Remember the rules... you are a mere servant."

"My dear wife." I tried to plead. "My love. Isn't it enough that he gets to... um... go to bed with you? Does he have to rub it in with all these rules for me?"

Narges came forward until she was standing in front of me. I knew I was going to get slapped again. It was Narges's way of reminded me of my failure as a man.

SLAP!

"Awww." My young wife mocked me. "Is your little dick making you jealous, husband?"

SLAP!

"Listen up, husband! These were the rules YOU agreed to. It should make it easier for you to submit to him gracefully."

SLAP!

"And let's be honest - we both know you enjoy it!"

SLAP!

"Try, dear husband," Narges continued. "It's best if you wouldn't provoke him."

SLAP!

"Sarun is a young man. Strong. Physically fit. Do you understand what will happen if you provoke him?"

SLAP!

I knew I was defeated.

"Yes, dear wife."

"Now look here, husband." Narges's voice was suddenly soft. She changed her tone, trying to reason with me. "It's not just about him. Or you. This is about me. I'VE chosen him as the man of my heart. He will be the man of the house. So, it's better that you just accept your position."

"My position?" I asked with indignation. "I am your husband!"

My wife grew visibly frustrated with my attitude and once again decided to be tough with me.

SLAP!

This time the slap was much harder.

"Where was this husband when Wasim was squeezing my boobs in the market?"

I had no answer to that. I had to lower my gaze in shame.

SLAP!

"Where was this husband who couldn't pay his loan, and subjecting me to ridicule and shame?"

SLAP!

"Yes, you are still my husband, but you should know your position! You are my little bitch, you are OUR little bitch, and you will do what you're told!"

SLAP!

"It is your gambling that has placed us in this SITUATION... and you in your POSITION."

SLAP!

"Maybe you'd prefer to wait until Sarun gets here. Then all of us can 'discuss' this again. Do you want that?"

SLAP!

"Er... no." I shook my head, fully defeated. I understood my 'position', and I did not want to discuss anything with Sarun at all. He was the master, after all.

* * *

There was a knock on the door.

Our master had arrived.

Sarun was still the handsome thirty-year-old young man he was last month when he had stormed into our lives, and my wife greeted him with a very wet kiss on the lips and a passionate hug at the front door. I knew our neighbours could see them, and I could do nothing. I just stood there awkwardly while Sarun grabbed my wife's right tit roughly. In full view of anyone on the street that time of the day, they kissed for about a couple of minutes, and he continued to play with her breast, before he entered our house and my wife shut the door.

"Hey Fateh, how are you?" Sarun asked me, as he hung up his expensive coat and removed his shoes. Even though he was a super rich young man, he still had the decent upbringing and class to remove his shoes on entering a house. "How are you doing, cuckold?"

"Good, I guess." I replied. What else could I say to the man who had come here to my house to fuck my wife?!

"My husband was feeling a bit angry today at you." My wife spoke up. Her eyes sparkled as she looked to Sarun to gauge his reaction. "He was complaining about all the rules he has to follow."

"I see." Sarun's change in tone was subtle, but I detected a note of quiet arrogance. "Well, now... is that going to be a problem, cuckold? Do I need to take out my belt?"

"Er... no, sahib, there is no problem at all." I tried to explain. "I was merely... asking."

"Why don't you follow us to the living room, Fateh?" Sarun told me. His voice said this was not a suggestion, but an order. "I will decide if I need to use my belt on you."

"Ji sahib." I replied as I reluctantly followed the couple to the living room, where Sarun sat down on the sofa.

"Fateh. Stand there by the corner," Sarun ordered. "I will show you how a real man fucks your wife."

Was he going to fuck my wife already? Having just gotten here?

"Er... of course. Ji sahib."

My wife was wearing a dark blue sari, while her blouse and petticoat were light blue. Sarun made her sit next to him, and then leaned forward and kissed my wife on the lips. It was a passionate kiss between two lovers. He immediately moved a hand towards her pussy, and over her sari and clothes, started to rub her over her clitoris in a circular fashion.

"Mmmm... Sarun. That is so nice." My wife commented smuttily, as they kissed again.

"Narges. Pull down my pants." Sarun ordered. Clearly, he wasn't wasting time.

"Yes, Sarun."

Narges reached over to Sarun and removed his belt. To my surprise, and alarm, Sarun picked up the belt, looked at me, and then gave a cruel grin, before folding the belt in double and placing it by his side.

My wife unzipped Sarun's pants and slowly helped him out of them. Sarun was wearing a pair of boxer briefs and it was obvious there was a large penis within them. My wife massaged his member through his underwear.

"Mmmm Sarun!" She exclaimed. "This cock! Let me take it out, Sarun! My husband needs to be reminded of what it really takes to please his wife."

"In a moment, my slut." Sarun replied. He continued to kiss her on the lips.

Soon Sarun removed his shirt revealing his impressive muscular physique. He seemed to have become even more muscular in the last couple of months. As Narges started caressing his chest and abs, obviously impressed by these masculine features, Sarun kissed her firmly again, while massaging her tits. My wife's chest was now heaving, and Narges was breathing heavily as Sarun continued to play with her breasts, even though she was still wearing her blouse.

"Stand up, Narges." Sarun ordered. "Time for you to strip. The slut must always strip before the master."

"Yes, Sarun."

True to his words, my wife was then stripped completely naked.

First came off the sari. Then the blouse. The petticoat soon followed, all of them at her ankles, as my wife stood there in just her bra and panties. Sarun wrapped his hands around her hips, and with one finger, raised and expertly clipped off her bra, and it flew off, freeing her huge breasts to pop into view.

"Turn around and bend over." Sarun ordered, as he pulled down my wife's panties, making her completely naked, exposing her now very wet pussy and her gelatinous buttocks.

"Yes, Sarun."

We all knew what was coming. As my wife turned around and bent over, exposing her bare buttocks to him, Sarun raised his hand.

SPANK!

SPANK!

I could see that the spanking was not soft by any means; he was really lashing my wife's buttocks with his hand with full power.

SPANK!

SPANK!

Yet Narges gamely took him on, and even as her ass cheeks reddened, she maintained her smile.

SPANK!

SPANK!

Sarun sat back on the sofa and snapped his fingers. Like a trained slut, my wife turned around, and knelt down in front of him. After a moment of enjoying his athletic body, she went toward his member which was the ultimate goal. Soon my wife removed his underwear, revealing his large, monstrous, semi-erect penis.

It is impossible to appreciate just how large Sarun's cock was unless you saw it in person. I can tell you it is at least 8 inches but that might not be accurate from me. I can only say it was huge. It was gigantic and Sarun wasn't even fully erect.

Narges immediately started licking the tip of this powerful cock and stroking the shaft. When Sarun became fully engorged, his penis now looked enormous. My wife continued to suck his penis, taking him deep into her throat while simultaneously using a free hand to masturbate her own clitoris.

I could tell that she was getting close to orgasm as her own body started to spasm and Sarun's breathing too became heavy.

"Sarun, please." My wife suddenly begged. "Please fuck me now, Sarun. I want to feel your seed deep inside me."

I felt incredibly jealous at that moment. This whole last month I had been begging my wife for sex and just this morning she ridiculed me for trying to even masturbate. And here she was, begging another man to fuck her unprotected, without condoms, right after she had sucked him.

Sarun turned to cast a triumphant arrogant glance at me.

"You see, cuckold." He taunted. "When you are real man, women actually need your cock. They are helpless. I am a real man, and you are not. Thus, as you can see, your slut wife is actually begging me for my cum."

He smiled, and I hated him all the more. But I could do nothing.

"Sahib, you are a real man, no doubt. I have a lot to learn from you."

I had to reply in such an abject and submissive manner. This man had paid off all my debts, and I still needed him to pay off more. There were extra debts that Narges had no idea about. Little did I know that Sarun already knew about it and was about to divulge it soon.

Sarun stood up, and Narges got on the sofa. Both of them were now fully naked, devoid of all clothing, and sweating heavily, and breathing hard. My wife lied down on the sofa on her back, and Sarun climbed on her in the missionary position. Once more he cast a triumphant glance at me, this time mixing it with a look of pity.

"I am going to enjoy fucking your wife, Fateh." He said, chuckling.

"Yes, sahib." I replied meekly. "My wife is for you to enjoy, sahib. After all, you have done so much for us."

"True." Sarun laughed. "And that's why... your wife is now my bitch, Fateh. I own her."

"Yes, sahib. You are our master."

In full view his giant cock easily slid into my wife's soaking wet pussy. I could see her labia minora stretch to accommodate his girth and she moaned in approval. Sarun started with a few slow stokes and my wife's helpless body started to respond.

"Oh, Sarun!" Narges was moaning. "I belong to you now. In every sense of the way. Oh, Sarun!"

My wife's body began to shake signalling she was approaching her first orgasm.

"What about your husband, Narges?" Sarun taunted her, as he plowed into her again and again.

"UNGH! My... husband! UNGH! I boss him around like a little bitch, Sarun." My wife answered in between the thrusts. "UNGH! Feel free to boss him around too, Sarun!"

As Sarun fucked her, Narges thrust her hips in perfect time with his thrusts maximizing her own stimulation. My wife reached up and massaged her own nipples adding to the sensations she was already experiencing.

I could see that her eyes were closed and as the first wave her orgasm swept over Narges, she yelled, "Oh Sarun! OH MY GOD! Sarun! Your cock feels so good!"

Narges convulsed violently as each swell of orgasm overwhelmed her nervous system. My wife actually got overwhelmed and slipped into a momentary period of unconsciousness. At that moment I could see the wetness at her groin grow confirming the authenticity of this orgasm. Sarun was still fucking her at a leisurely pace when my wife finally reoriented herself after what was clearly a powerful orgasm.

She looked at our master with passionate eyes and told him, "I love you, Sarun."

At that moment I was once again rocked with powerful and conflicting emotions. Sarun was obviously more than a good fuck for my wife. Yet here I was, watching my wife in the throes of an orgasm with another man, and getting humiliated, and still aroused. Narges was my wife, yes. But it was clear now who she really belonged to.

Narges reached up to Sarun's hips and pulled him into her. She was encouraging him to fuck her harder and he responded in kind. My wife moaned with each thrust as his member massaged her g-spot and other sensitive vaginal areas.

"What a slut!" Sarun commented. "Bitch! I am going to make you pregnant right her in front of your husband!"

"Oh, yes! OH YES! OH YES! Sarun!" My wife begged. "Do it! Harder! Harder! Oooooh! I feel my orgasm coming, Sarun. Cum in me please. Fill my pussy with seed. Make me pregnant!"

Sarun needed no encouragement, and he picked up the pace.

"Look at your husband, bitch!" He ordered. "And tell him you are going to get a pussy full of my cum."

Narges, in the throes of yet another violent orgasm, could hardly respond.

"H-h-husband!" She mumbled. "I... UNGH! I... am going.... UNGH! To get a pussy! UNGH! UNGH! Full of cum!"

I felt like a girl standing there next to his enormous cock. As he fucked her, he was even lifting my wife with it. How could I compete with him? I was so humiliated, my wife was fully ignoring me, making love to Sarun in front of me, completely not caring about my feelings.

"Oh, Narges, I'm going to cum." Sarun declared. "Cuckold! I am going to cum in your wife!"

"Yes, sahib. I am honoured that a real man like you is cumming inside my wife."

It wasn't like there was anything I could have done. Sarun was an alpha man, and he was going to take what he wanted. He didn't stop until he shot his seed deep inside my wife's guts. He always seemed to ejaculate a lot of cum.

I could almost see Sarun's cock spasm as I was intently watching him penetrate my wife again and again. My wife's body began to convulse, once again, as her second tidal wave orgasm of the evening overwhelmed her body. She arched her back and collapsed on her elbows as this powerful orgasm weakened her arms. I could see her vaginal muscles involuntarily contract around Sarun's cock giving him the pleasure I was completely denied this morning and encouraging the movement of his semen into her fertile uterus.

It was incredible, watching as he bellowed out, thrusted deep, and continued to fill my wife full of his seed.

After what seemed like an eternity Narges's orgasm eventually subsided. After several minutes, Sarun was sufficiently flaccid and removed his penis from my wife's wet cunt. I could see a large gob of his semen at her cunt and my wife could feel that it was there also. She and Sarun sat back together on the sofa enjoying their afterglow. They cuddled like experienced lovers and Sarun gently pecked her neck. Narges had that dreamy, well fucked look, on her face.

"Oh, that was so good, Sarun!" My wife gushed. "So intense!"

"I enjoyed it too." Sarun grunted. "A cunt like yours isn't built for little dicks, Narges! What you need is a real man to smack your ass and put you in your place."

"Yes, of course, Sarun." My wife laughed, and then finally turned to look at me.

"I still love you, Husband." She declared. "But Sarun here gives me earth shattering orgasms. And he is rich!"

"Yes, my dear." I replied. "I understand. Sahib is a real man. His cock is so much bigger than mine and he stays hard very long."

Both of them laughed.

"Hear that Sarun?" My wife grinned as she kissed her lover again. "My husband wants to watch you pump me full of your cum."

"Yes, my slut." Sarun massaged her tit. "Soon you will be in my mansion in Kolkata. I will fuck you in every room."

They kissed for a while, before Narges turned back to me.

"You say you understand who a real man is," My wife continued. "But we still have your insolence of this morning to deal with, husband."

I sighed and glanced at my foot. What else could I say!

My wife lazily stood up. She then walked towards me, and her hands reached up to grab my ear.

"Come." She said, giving my ear a firm twist. "Let's go to the corner."

Leading me firmly by the ear, my wife dragged me to stand in the corner. She unbuttoned my pants and lowered them down to my ankles, and then yanked my underwear down.

"Put your hands behind your head." She ordered.

I stood there half naked as she walked away. I heard some whispering and giggling and what sounded like the two of them making out again on the sofa. After about 10 minutes, she beckoned to me.

"Come over here, husband, and keep your hands behind your head."

I hated the position of being so exposed in front of my wife and her lover. I trudged over carefully to the sofa where they sat snuggled up next to each other. I was red in the face standing in front of them.

She reached over to and held my balls in her hand.

"Do these balls sexually satisfy me, husband?" She asked with a smirk.

I took a deep breath.

"No, my dear. I'm not able to sexually satisfy you."

"That's right. You're not man enough. Your little weenie can hardly fill me up, and you can't last for more than a minute." Narges giggled. "That's why I have Sarun here."

Sarun smiled as he fondled by wife's breasts and kissed her on the mouth.

"Yes, I understand," I replied.

"Again, you say that you understand, but then your attitude and behavior say otherwise. We're going to have to correct that, husband."

My wife stood up, and once again held me firmly by the ear. She led me to the dining table, leaving her man to relax on the sofa.

"Bend over the table, husband, assume the position." She ordered.

I bent over with my hands reaching across the table. I was going to get spanked by her, again.

At that moment, Sarun entered the room as well. I turned red in embarrassment as he watched my wife pat my bare buttocks.

"The cuckold is ready for a spanking, I see." He commented, and my wife laughed. I heard them kiss again.

"Husband." My wife grinned, as she caressed my ass. "Sarun is our master. In addition to fucking me, do you know what else he gets to do as the man of the house?"

I gulped.

"Er... I don't know, my dear."

My wife chuckled.

"Think about it, husband." She spoke. "When you behave badly, what does the master of the house have to do to enforce the rules?"

For the first time I felt a sense of terror, as well as flutters in my stomach, as I realized that she was talking about Sarun also punishing me. At the same time, I noticed Sarun had his belt in his hand.

His own belt, from his pants, that my wife had pulled down.

"My dear cuckold." Sarun grinned, as he swung the belt, while walking around to join my wife and standing beside her. "Do you know what I found out? About this house? About your rickshaw?"

I gulped again.

"Er... no... sahib."

"You are lying again, husband." Narges told me. "Sarun will punish you now."

My wife walked and stood in front of me, looking straight at me in my helpless state. I was not expecting this, but my little penis grew hard even as my buttocks throbbed.

"So, cuckold." Sarun's loud voice booked behind me as he raised his hand. "You always claimed you own this house and your rickshaw."

"Er... yes, sahib."

WHACK!

The sound of the leather of the belt on the bare skin of my buttocks sounded like a rifle shot in the silence of the jungle. Immediately the pain of a thousand watts of electricity stung my bottom as I yelped.

WHACK!

Sarun hit me again.

"You are lying. Or not being fully honest."

WHACK!

"Sahib, I am so sorry, please forgive me."

WHACK!

Sarun hit me again. The lashing was very painful. I could barely stand it and I started to fidget and tear up.

WHACK!

"You have more loans." Sarun said. "Did you not think I would find out? You have put your rickshaw AND the house as collateral. And the loan is in fact far, far more than they are worth."

WHACK!

"I am so sorry, sahib." I whimpered. "Please forgive me. I was going to get the money."

WHACK!

"You have no way of getting the money." Sarun declared. "What I am going to do... is give your house and the rickshaw to the lenders. And then pay out of my own pocket to finally settle your debt. Fully this time."

WHACK!

"T-t-t-thank you, sahib."

WHACK!

"In return, you will come to Kolkata next week. You and Narges. Ready to be my full-time slaves."

"Yes, sahib."

Narges then asked me to stand up. My buttocks were on fire and felt too tender to touch. It would be several days before I would be able to sit down, and over two weeks before the soreness was gone.

But something else was there that wouldn't be gone in two weeks. It would take a lifetime.

My status as a cuckold and slave to Sarun.

My wife's status as Sarun's sex slave.

We were now a slave couple in moder day India.

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Hello. It is I, Fateh. The unfortunate fifty-two-year-old rickshaw driver, and husband of the beautiful, vivacious, thirty-two-year-old young woman called Narges. Yes, my wife Narges is younger to me by twenty years, and she is the eponymous Rickshaw Driver's Wife.

There is a reason why gambling is considered a vice in so many religions. I had been addicted to gambling my entire life, and my debts just kept on getting bigger and bigger. Finally, it all came to a head that my life, my wife, my property - I was in danger of losing everything. Here I continue the story of how I got out of debt, but at a very high cost.

My master Sarun has ordered both of us to continue the narration of how my wife Narges and I came to Kolkata to serve him as slaves and servants at his palatial house. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I do encourage you to read them to familiarize yourself with our predicament.

At the end of the last chapter, I had told you, dear reader, of how our master Sarun had returned to our lives. He had disclosed more of my debts to my wife Narges, which I had been hiding from her. This led to Narges angrily punishing me, and Sarun joining in the punishment.

This is an excerpt from the last chapter.

"Husband." My wife grinned, as she caressed my ass. "Sarun is our master. In addition to fucking me, do you know what else he gets to do as the man of the house?"

I gulped.

"Er ... I don't know, my dear."

My wife chuckled.

"Think about it, husband." She spoke. "When you behave badly, what does the master of the house have to do to enforce the rules?"

For the first time I felt a sense of terror, as well as flutters in my stomach, as I realized that she was talking about Sarun also punishing me. At the same time, I noticed Sarun had his belt in his hand.

His own belt, from his pants, that my wife had pulled down.

Thankfully I have not been punished again by Sarun since then. That was to change today.

A couple of weeks had now gone by since I had gotten that spanking by Sarun and Narges. During these last fourteen days, Sarun had treated my wife like one would treat a common street whore. Narges wasn't just a woman - she was there as a chattel, existing only to serve Sarun's each and every sexual desire. Sarun's fat big cock was constantly buried in my wife, spraying his seed deep inside her womb. He was a fit young man, and constantly horny. If his dick wasn't buried in her cunt, it was immersed in her asshole, or he was busy ejaculating in her mouth. Sarun treated us both as his bonded servants, and in particular my wife as his personal sex slave, and just did to her whatever he wanted.

And when I say WHAT ever ... I do mean whatever. He fucked her in the pussy, he fucked her in the ass, he spanked her on her ass, he slapped her across the face on her cheeks, he caned her on her buttocks, he ejaculated into her mouth, and so on. Whatever he would want, he would get. All he had to do was just order my wife. And of course, my wife willingly, compliantly, fully let him have his way with her.

For example, this morning, after a sumptuous breakfast. Sarun simply walked over to stand behind my wife and patted her on her big buttocks.

"Narges." He ordered, caressing my wife's large bum. "I want your ass. On this table. Right now. Bend over."

"Er ... yes, Sarun." My wife immediately acquiesced, but she had something to say. "I was just clearing the table, Sarun."

Sarun then turned to me.

"Cuckold." He commanded. "Clear this table. Now."

"Yes, sahib."

My wife, now bent over the table submissively for our master, watched with a chuckle on her face as I immediately obeyed and moved the plates and cups and glasses away from the table, knowing I was doing so for another man - our master - to sexually enjoy my own dear wife's rear end.

"All clear, sahib." I said, and Sarun nodded. He had a cruel smirk on his face, as he had made me, the husband of the woman he was about to fuck, meekly obey his commands like an ordinary servant. Over the years that I would serve this man, I would become very familiar with this trait of his. Not only was he not just content with fucking a man's wife in front of him, but he had to rub the poor husband's nose in it and constantly humiliate him.

Sarun then gently patted my wife again on her bum.

"Get ready, slut."

"Yes, Sarun."

Sarun then rolled up my wife's sari and petticoat, and in one swift move pulled down her panties. Narges was now bent over the table, helpless, her big rotund ass exposed to us.

"What an ass. Don't you think so, cuckold?" Sarun commented, and I had to agree. Narges did have an amazing bottom.

"Narges." Sarun continued. "From now on, you will not wear panties. You should realize that I may want you at any time."

"Yes, Sarun."

SPANK!

Sarun raised his hand and smacked my wife across her butt cheeks.

"That's for wearing panties."

SPANK!

Again and again, Sarun spanked her.

SPANK!

Narges just remained in that position, accepting the beating on her ample derriere. It was not the first time she was being spanked or caned by Sarun, and it wouldn't be the last.

SPANK!

"What an ass!" He commented again. "Bounces so nicely. Don't you think so, cucky?"

"Er ... yes, sahib."

I had to stand there helplessly watching this man spank my semi nude wife.

SPANK!

Sarun then unzipped his trousers, whipped out his rock-hard erect penis, spit on it a few times to give some lubrication, placed it next to my wife's butt cheeks, and like the boss he was, he took what he wanted.

"UNGH!" My wife cried out, as his penis entered her shitter. "UNGH! UNGH!"

As he fucked my wife, in the ass, hard from behind, my wife's expression said it all. It was as if Narges was born to please him. She was taking pleasure even through the pain of taking it in the ass.

"Oh, don't stop Sarun!" She murmured as the dining table started to shake violently.

"Oh bitch." Sarun grinned, caressing her buttocks. "We just got started!"

I watched as this powerful rich man continued to penetrate my wife's hindquarters again and again.

"UNGH! UNGH!" My wife groaned through the pain. "Oh, Sarun!"

"What an ass you have, my dear." Sarun grunted as he continued to fuck my wife in the bum, and his hands were now tweaking my wife's boobs through her blouse. "And some nice udders too."

"UNGH! Sarun ... UNGH! ... Do you want to finish in my mouth again?" My wife asked, as Sarun thrust into her, again and again. Incredible! She was getting fucked hard in her butt hole and she still wanted to take that dirty cock in her lips!

Sarun didn't say anything loudly but continued to tweak her boobs as he fucked her. He then bent closer to her ear and whispered something to her. I saw Narges nod, and then my wife looked up at me.

"Husband! Do ... UNGH ... do you know ... UNGH ... why I cheat on you with Sarun?" My wife asked me, even as Sarun buried his pecker deeper and deeper inside her rectum. "Look ... UNGH ... look at him! He makes me happy, and ... UNGH ... his dick is giant, and ... UNGH ... you can't even say a word in front of him! Even as he ... UNGH ... takes your wife's ass in front of you!"

What could I say! This man was paying off all my debts that were several times more than my net worth.

"Yes, dear." I could only abjectly respond. "I am so grateful to sahib for all his help with our debt."

"Our debt? Say ... with your debt!" Narges sneered. "Idiot! For this debt of yours, I am being fucked in the ass! Try not to cum in your lungi again as he fucks me! Like you did last night!"

I could only stare at the ground in shame and embarrassment as my own wife taunted me.

"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"

Sarun continued to fuck my wife in the ass. I could see from his expression that he was close to climaxing. Sarun saw me watching him and spoke out.

"I have fucked many a pussy, cuckold." He declared. "But married pussy is just better, Fateh. Especially this one. What a slut, your wife! One of the best. You are so lucky. Such a great pussy."

Well, you are not fucking my wife's pussy but her ass, sahib. I nearly said that. But I didn't. Of course, I couldn't. Sarun liked to show his dominance over us, especially me, but his money was what was allowing me ... us ... to get out of crippling debt. So, when he said my wife's pussy was one of the best he has fucked, there was only one correct reply.

"Ji, sahib." I grovelled. "It is my honour, and I am so grateful for your help, sahib. Please fuck my wife whenever, however, you wish, sahib. You can enjoy my sexy wife's amazing pussy at your pleasure, sahib. Or her ass."

As you are doing now!

"I am, and I plan to continue to fuck your wife whenever I want, Fateh." Sarun gave a cruel laugh. "Her pussy and her ass!"

"Yes sahib, we are your servants."

"Oh, Sarun!" My wife suddenly moaned. I couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or pain. Perhaps both.

"Fateh." Sarun turned to me, even as he continued to bonk my wife. "Since Narges now has no need for her panties, from today I want you to wear your wife's panties at all times. You will not wear men's underwear, but women's' panties, just to remind you that you were not man enough to keep your own wife happy."

"Er ... ji sahib."

Narges, despite getting rammed in the ass, gave a small laugh when she heard that. I turned red with shame. I felt like such a wimp, watching this rich man powerfully thrust in and out of my wife's rear end, even as he was telling me to wear panties from now on.

"Oh, Narges!" It was now Sarun's turn to groan. "Your breasts and buttocks are so large and exciting. For so long ... so long ... I have fantasised about how your cunt would look and feel like. Now I can't believe that your own useless husband stands aside so I can fuck you. As he said - whenever I want! Your pussy and your ass!"

"I love you, Sarun." My wife declared for what must have been the umpteenth time. "Please fuck me. Please cum in me. Whenever you want, my love."

"Bitch! I am going to cum."

Sarun started to ejaculate. The table shook, and I could see him grimace and his buttocks clench as he shot his seed into my wife's rear end. He remained inside Narges for some time until he was fully done.

"Fateh! I just dumped another load in your wife." He announced triumphantly, as he withdrew his cock from my wife's ass. "I love how wet she gets even if I am not fucking her in the pussy!"

"Er ... yes, sahib. Only you can do that to her, sahib. Make her wet all the time, sahib."

I had to pathetically praise the man who just painfully fucked my wife in the gaand.

"I need some ass after breakfast, usually." Sarun grinned as he bent and picked up my wife's panties, and then used it wipe the slime off his cock. He then patted my wife again on her right ass cheek, and Narges stood up. Her sari, so far bunched up around her hips, now rolled down to cover her lower body fully.

"Thank you, sahib, for fucking my wife in the ass, and showing me how to do it." I continued to demean myself as both my wife and Sarun laughed cruelly. He then tossed the slimy panty towards me.

"Here." He ordered. "You can wear this before you go out."

"Er ... yes, sahib."

I reached out from under my lungi and rolled down my underwear. Then, taking a deep breath, I stepped into my wife's panties. Sarun and Narges laughed as I grimaced as soon as the silky-smooth panty touched my butt skin. I could actually feel Sarun's wet slime against my skin.

It was time for me to go to work. My final few days with my rickshaw.

"Sahib." I said, my voice in fully begging note, as Sarun zipped up his pants. "Can I make one request? You have already helped me so much, but I have one more thing, sahib."

Sarun looked at me curiously and nodded.

"Go ahead, cucky. What do you want?"

"Is it possible to save my rickshaw?" I pleaded. "I know my debts are high. But you are very generous, sahib. Please save my rickshaw."

Sarun laughed. It was an unkind laugh.

"What will you do with the rickshaw?" He asked me.

"Sahib, I will give it to my younger brother." I answered. "He has to rent a rickshaw to make a living, sahib. It will help him."

Sarun walked up to me.

"You have a wife, who also has a younger unmarried sister. You yourself have a younger brother." He snarled. "Yet you have wasted all your money on gambling, not caring about your family at all. So much so, that you are now dependent on a man's generosity ... me ... a man who is fucking your wife!"

I looked down at the floor. What could I say?

SLAP!

Sarun slapped me hard, even as my wife watched stoically.

"You abjectly thank me after I just humiliated you. I just fucked your wife's butt, causing her a lot of pain, and you just stood there, thanking me. You masturbate at night as you sneakily watch me treat your wife Narges like a bazaari aurat. What kind of a man are you!"

I was not even given a chance to respond, as Sarun slapped me again.

SLAP!

"I WILL save your rickshaw, but you need to learn that actions have consequences." Sarun thundered. "You are a man. Your main responsibility should have been to provide for your wife and family."

"Ji, sahib."

He said he would save my rickshaw!

SLAP!

"Yet, what have you done! Yes, I WILL save your rickshaw, but you need to be punished. I need you to take off your lungi ... NOW ... AND that panty that you just wore ... so you are naked from the waist down."

"I am sorry, sahib."

I tried to beg for his forgiveness. I knew he was going to punish me, and I knew I had to take that punishment if I wanted to save my rickshaw, but I also wanted to appeal to his better nature.

I did not even see his hand move.

SLAP!

He had slapped me, again.

"Take off your lungi, Fateh." Sarun told me, again. His voice was firm, unwavering. "Your wife needs to learn what a pathetic man she married. She knows ... but she doesn't know just HOW pathetic you are! I am going to show her now."

Embarrassed, and utterly humiliated, with both Sarun and my wife watching, I unceremoniously took off my lungi.

Sarun stepped forward until he was standing just in front of me.

SLAP!

It was a hard slap that sent me reeling back.

"Get on your knees, cuckold."

I had no choice but to kneel, semi naked, on the floor.

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

I had no choice again but to comply. I would learn, much later, that this was something Sarun did with all cuckold husbands. He loved to humiliate them every way he could. As if fucking their wives in front of the husbands wasn't enough. Almost all husband at some point had been naked, kneeling on the floor, only to be kicked in the ass by Sarun.

WHAM!

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

WHAM!

WHAM!

I was kicked a couple of times more. I remained like that, on all fours, on my haunches, half naked. Throughout this whole ordeal my wife said nothing. She even seemed to have a slight smile and a look of approval as she watched her lover bully her husband like this. I then hear Sarun unclip his belt from his pants.

LASH!

A sharp pain, like that of a sudden electric shock, suddenly rang through my buttocks as Sarun swung his belt.

LASH!

LASH!

"Stand up, cuckold." Sarun ordered.

Even though the pain, and the shame, I obeyed, but also decided to take the initiative in thanking him for the punishment.

"Thank you, sahib, for kicking and punishing me." I mumbled, as I got to my feet. "Thank you again also for agreeing to save my rickshaw."

My abject submission did not please him. I was slapped again.

SLAP!

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

"Thank you ... sahib ... for ... showing my ... wife ... what a pathetic loser I am." I mumbled loudly. "Thank you ... for kicking me ... sahib. And for using the belt on me."

SLAP!

SLAP!

I was slapped again by Sarun, twice.

"You forgot to thank me for slapping you."

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

SLAP!

SLAP!

Mr. Sarun slapped me again, twice.

"Thank you, sahib, for slapping me." I repeated. "And thank you, sahib, for saving my rickshaw."

Sarun turned towards Narges.

"What do you think of your husband, Narges?"

In reply, my wife came and wrapped her arms around Sarun. She kissed him on the lips, and then turned to look at me with a sneer on her face.

"He is a loser, Sarun. A pathetic loser."

Sarun laughed, and then addressed me again.

"Before you head for Kolkata," Sarun told me. "You can go give the rickshaw to your brother, with the caveat that you tell him ... this rickshaw BELONGS TO ME! If, at any time, I am unhappy with you, I will take it back from him."

"Er ... yes, sahib. Thank you very much again, sahib."

Despite the humiliation he had just doled out to me, my gratefulness towards him for allowing me to save the rickshaw was genuine. It would make a big difference for my brother and his savings.

Sarun turned to my wife, who had just straightened out her clothes and was fixing up her hair and whispered something to her. Narges, now looking nothing like a woman who had been furiously fucked in the butt just a few moments earlier, nodded and turned to me.

"Put on your lungi, and then come with me to the bedroom, husband." She ordered.

"Yes, dear."

Forbidden to take my wife's name, I just had to say that. I nodded, and quickly put on my lungi, and followed my wife to our small bedroom. Narges pointed at the untidy bed, the result of a whole night's debauchery.

"You have seen his huge cock, husband." She snapped her fingers. "Now go get the bed ready for us. Sarun may want to fuck me later, after you leave."

"Er ... yes, dear." I nodded. "Um ... what do you want me to do?"

My wife made a disgruntled noise.

"Take the bedsheets and put them outside near the lavatory. I will wash them later. They are full of cum stains. His and mine."

"Yes, dear."

There was no hiding the damp areas on the bed that were dried cum. After every fucking, massive amounts of cum would leak out of my wife - Sarun dumped huge loads into her every time he ejaculated. He still wasn't using condoms. My wife had spent all night getting fucked while I had spent it standing outside jacking off as I watched.

"And you can put a chair in this corner." Narges seemed to read my thoughts. "That way, when you come back at night, you can jerk off while watching a real man satisfy your wife. You don't need to stand."

"Er ... yes, dear."

I hated the fact that I was like that - watching my own wife get fucked made me hard. Again, my wife seemed to read my thoughts.

"I still find it funny that watching me with Sarun gives you both pain and lust." She laughed. "I know last night, when we were watching TV and I was giving him a blowjob, your cock was hard. It is surreal to see how he bosses you around. I love that he's strong enough and that you don't bother putting up a fight."

I nodded. I knew what she was saying. Last night, as Narges was taking his cock in her mouth, Sarun had ordered me to fetch him a cold beer.

"Open it," Sarun commanded when I had returned. He took the can from me and took a sip as his cock stiffened in my wife's mouth. Narges had to stretch her lips wider to accommodate his thickness. He groaned again.

Sarun did not thank me for the beer. He didn't even look at me. He was enjoying the fact that a married woman was sucking his cock in front of her husband.

That was last night.

As I quietly made the bed, Narges started to tidy up a few other things. I cast a sorrowful look around the room. Pretty soon, in a week, we would have to leave this place. My home for the last twenty years.

"Do we have to go?" I suddenly blurted out, even though I was aware that Sarun was in the next room. "Can we not make some arrangement with ... um ... sahib's help ... and stay here?"

"What do you mean?" Narges asked. "And what arrangement?"

"I ... I can work the rickshaw." I stammered. "And ... um ... sahib can come and stay with us ... whenever he wishes. And um ... do what he wants."

Narges looked at me for a minute, and then burst out laughing.

"You want to stay here and pretend we are a married couple." She sneered. "Even though pretty much everyone on the street by now knows you are a cuckold. And even though you accept Sarun can come here any time, and fuck me, and do everything with me ... your wife ... as he pleases."

I knew I was losing the argument, yet I nodded.

"Please." I begged. "You are my wife. This is my home. Our home. I love you."

For a second, I thought I saw some pity ... some love ... in my wife's eyes. Her voice softened.

"Look, husband." She spoke. "I do also love you. But not in the same way anymore. I mean, look between your legs and be realistic about what you can do. Do you understand?"

I remained silent.

"It's not your fault. Not really. You can't control how quickly you cum. In a way, it's flattering to me. I am just so sexy that you blow your load in less than a minute." Narges laughed. "You can understand my frustration though, right? You cum so quickly that I don't get anywhere near finishing. And it's not that you compensate with other things. You are poor. You are broke. You are in debt. You are bad in bed. You gamble. All of this ... just isn't tenable. A solution was needed and needed long ago."

I again remained silent.

"Look." Narges continued. "I still care for you. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. You are my husband, and I am fine with being known as your wife. But I am sorry ... you are no longer the main man in my life. You could not protect me from being sexually molested by other men, especially that Wasim bhai. You could not provide things for me, nor could you earn enough for me - even though my wants were very little. And now ... even now, you are ready to accept another man having his way in the bedroom with me. You are my husband, but you don't act like one!"

I knew she was right.

"So why should I not care for Sarun ... for this other man who is giving me money, giving me so much sex that I cannot walk afterwards, and will be a good protector for me?" My wife continued. "And you want him to come here, rather than us go to his place and serve him? You want him to take the train and the bus and rickshaw to visit our poor village ... when we are the slaves, and he is the master?"

"I ... I ... I am your husband." I stammered. "I love you, my dear."

"Does that mean you own my pussy? Or my heart? You have fucked me twice in the last two months." Narges pointed out. "He has fucked me five times since last night. I think we both know who owns my pussy now. As for my heart ... yes, you are there, but now so is he. I am his whore now, and he is my master."

"I do accept him as our master." I admitted but continued stubbornly. "My master and ... yes ... your master. Please ... I am accepting that he can use you - my wife - and your body ... as he wishes. Even though you are married to me. But can we not stay here? This ... is OUR home."

"If he is our master," My wife replied, "Then we slaves must go where he is. HIS home is our home. Besides, our home will soon be used to pay back your debts, you pathetic loser."

"You have changed," I told her frankly. "I didn't think it was every going to be like this, with you loving another man more than me, and letting me be humiliated this much by him."

"I did not let him humiliate you." My wife pointed. "You did that yourself. With your gambling."

I remained quiet. After all, she was right. What could I say!

"As for loving him more ... well, after being with Sarun, and talking to him, and getting fucked by him all the time," My wife continued, raising an eyebrow. "I have decided that I can obey only one man, and you know that Sarun comes first. Besides, it's for our own good. We don't want him to suddenly back out of paying off your debt, do we?"

"Er ... no, my dear," I said, suddenly alarmed.

I knew I was defeated, but I had one final request.

"My dear." I asked. "Is it possible for you to at least close the doors and windows and curtains when you ... I mean ... please ... I know our neighbours know ... but people are starting to talk."

Once more Narges laughed. Then she walked up to me.

"Is it embarrassing for you?" She asked.

I nodded, even as I saw my wife raise her hand.

SLAP!

"Embarrassing?"

SLAP!

"Husband, you just watched a man cum in your wife's asshole."

SLAP!

"That same man just kicked you on your ass."

SLAP!

"And slapped you."

SLAP!

"And lashed you with his belt. In front of me - your wife!"

SLAP!

"I think we are way past 'embarrassing' now."

"Yes, dear."

SLAP!

"Sometimes when he fucks me, I think about how you were helpless to prevent the moneylender Wasim from molesting my butt. And now, my pussy AND my ass belong to someone else. It's ironic, don't you think?"

"Er ... I don't know, dear. I am so sorry ..."

SLAP!

"I think it's time for you to get to work. I need Sarun to myself. He's all I can think about right now."

"Yes, dear."

SLAP!

"And when you come back home, IF we are fucking ... YOU close the doors and windows and curtains."

"Yes, dear."

Within a few minutes, I was on the road on the rickshaw, heading for the main bus station. It was time to start working for the day, and hoping I would soon get my first fare. Now, before I turn the narration over to my wife, you might wonder why I am going through with all this. I mean, why allow myself to be cuckolded like this, and to tolerate this type of a relationship.

Well, the only thing I can say is, at the moment we have settled into a lifestyle that works for all of us. I was really in crippling debt, and to powerful people who could do nasty things to me and my wife. That issue was now resolved. I really didn't have to worry about goons and thugs and gangsters anymore.

Yes, I would lose my house ... and my wife was already lost ... but ... Narges now gets all the cock she needs. She seems to be happy to have become Sarun's little plaything. She has not kicked me out - so I still get to be her husband. I get to serve my wife and her lover and know that a real man is servicing my wife and providing her with something I never can - proper sexual satisfaction. Sarun gets to have the best of both worlds; a great lady to fuck at will, and a devoted servant like me. For him, with his riches, it only cost him a measly amount to pay off my debt.

Let me now turn the narration over to my dear wife Narges, who I had left in the house with Sarun.

* * *

"Sarun! Oh my! Sarun! Oh my!" It was all I could mutter, as I lay on the bed on my back, my head resting on my pillow. My chest heaved continuously, my big breasts bobbing up and down, as I caught my breath. "Oh my! Oh my God!"

I was naked, of course, and my legs were shamelessly spread on the bed ... as my own juices, mixed with Sarun's semen, kept on oozing out of my cunt. It just kept on oozing out ... there was so much cum he had deposited inside me!

"Oh my!" I murmured again, exhausted, before turning to Sarun with a love-struck look. "Oh my goodness, Sarun! Three times!"

Sarun had a relaxed but triumphant smile on his face as he rested his head on the pillow. It was the confident look of a man who not only was skilled in bed, but KNEW he was skilled in bed. A man who knew he had just fucked another man's wife ... THREE TIMES ... and made her scream every time.

"I must be tired, Narges." He joked. "That is why I could only do it thrice!"

"Oh, Sarun!" I could only murmur. "I love you. You don't know how much I love you."

It was just after lunch. My husband Fateh was of course out, driving his rickshaw and making a pitiful living, but I was home with Sarun. Throughout the morning, Sarun had been working on his laptop (you must remember these were the days before today's slim laptops - his one was quite bulky), making some phone calls and in general, attending to his business. I cleaned the whole house, and then continued our packing. It was surreal that I had to reduce a decade of living into four suitcases, but that was what we had to do.

I served Sarun tea and snacks as and when required. We just had a light lunch when Sarun had suggested a quickie. Feeling somewhat naughty myself, and wondering why he had waited this long, I immediately agreed.

That "quickie" turned out to be a two-hour marathon. For the first forty minutes, Sarun made me cum three times before he climbed onto me and ejaculated inside me. Then, with just a little break, he flipped me around and fucked me again, this time in the ass. Having already been fucked in the ass in the morning, I was a little sore, so Sarun took his time (and lots of Vaseline), before cumming in me.

Then we took a little break and once more, to my amazement, he wanted to fuck me again. At that point, I had already had seven orgasms ... SEVEN! ... but Sarun wasn't done. By the time he had dumped his third load in me, I was a mess. I could hardly feel my legs and the bed sheets desperately needed changing. Again.

"How are you so good?" I asked him, as I snuggled against him and kissed him on the lips, my hands stroking his penis that was still slimy with our cum. "I love you so ... so much, Sarun! I wish ... sometimes ... my husband had even a little bit of your size ... or one hundredth of your skill! You are just so good!"

Sarun laughed.

"From now, Narges," He said, "I think your sex with your husband will be very limited. Maybe once or twice a month, when I am not there in Kolkata. Just a pity fuck, really, for his sake."

"Yes," I nodded, still somewhat lost in my post-coital bliss. "Sarun, I feel sorry for him now. That's why ... I am glad ... you didn't completely order me to cut him off."

"I am not a cruel man. Fateh is still your husband." Sarun grinned. "He should have some access to your pussy. After all, that's what makes it fun for me. And him."

I kissed him again.

"Tell me something, Narges." Sarun asked a question back, as he kissed me on my lips and sucked on my tongue. "You were so loud now, my dear. Aren't you afraid the neighbors will start asking questions? This is a village in India after all."

"Mmmm." I continued to enjoy Sarun's kisses - that man knew how to kiss - as I pondered my reply. "Sarun ... By now our whole street knows what is happening. I am your slut. Your married slut. The windows are open. Anyone walking on the street can peer in and see ... anything. I am sure the ladies are gossiping about me even as we speak."

"Really?"

"Yes." I nodded. "Remember yesterday afternoon I went to the market? I ran into Muskan di. She lives two houses away. She gave me a smile and said, 'From all the noises in your house, I am surprised to see you can still walk to the market.' Then Anushka bhabhi ... she is from the opposite house ... she was teasing me as well. She asked me, 'so who is your guest? Introduce him to the rest of us also.' And Anjali, the young lady who is across the house, she told me 'aap ka guest aap ko bohot pareshan karta hain kya? Aap to hamesha Khuda ka naam lete hain.' (Does your guest 'bother' you a lot? You seem to take God's name all the time!)"

"I see." Sarun nodded and grinned.

"I laughed and pretended not to know what they were talking about." I continued. "But yes ... they know. And I know they know. And they know I know they know ... you know?"

"Oh. My. God. And that ... all this ... doesn't bother you?"

I reflected for a moment, before answering.

"No, Sarun. I have stopped caring, especially because I know how much this is humiliating for my husband. Don't get me wrong - I still love him. But he has lied to me for a long time and made me suffer in silence." I was honest in my answer. "For now, JUST for now ... I want him to feel everyone's eyes on him as they look at him with disgust and shame. Everyone in this village has seen the money lender fondle and abuse me in the market. When that money lender had his hand on my bum, fondling me so openly ... and all because of my husband ... that is when I lost all respect for him as a man. Right now, I want everyone to know he is a cuckold - and that too a pathetic lover and husband. And that another man is making me scream with pleasure and desire."

"Hmm." Sarun didn't say much, as he took in my response, and we kissed again. He then reached out and tweaked my nipple.

"I love your breasts, Narges." Sarun exclaimed. "So nice and big and perky! Even though you are not a mother ... your breasts seem full of milk! I need to get you some more nice bras. Ones that show your big boobs nicely!"

"Thank you, Sarun." I kissed him again gratefully. "You have already given me so much. Clothes. Jewellery. And of course ... sex."

Oh, it felt so nice not to have to worry about money. It felt nice to wear nice clothes. It felt nice to wear expensive lingerie! It felt nice to know that whatever you wanted, you could buy. And of course ...

It felt so nice to have a large dick inside you, pleasuring you. It felt nice to have a handsome young stud compliment your body! I loved him ... a man who was not my husband ... and a man who treated me like a cum dump. Honestly, I didn't even care any more that I was married - I knew I wanted Sarun. He owned me, and I will give him whatever he wanted, and he knew it. Oh, what a penis Sarun had! And why would I think about going back to my husband, when I could have this wonderful penis all the time!

It was now no longer about sex. Even though my body was now used to the intense orgasms, one after another. It was now my mind and soul that were his. We didn't just have sex. We made love. My body responded in ways to him that it never did to my husband and his small penis.

I felt a small stirring inside my loins, and wondered if Sarun would like a fourth round. At that moment I just wanted him to grab my hips and shove his big dick all the way inside me ... and keep fucking me until I cream all over that penis. It's more than simple lust ... I have no words to describe it. The feeling of having this man - my virile young lover - go so deep inside me.

As if sensing my thoughts, Sarun pulled me in closer to him. We again kissed for some time.

"Tell me," I looked dreamily at his eyes. "What are you thinking about, Sarun?"

Sarun's reply stunned me.

"Narges. I am thinking about your younger sister." He answered. "Urmila."

For a moment I had no words.

"Er ... Urmila?" I finally murmured. "What about her?"

"It was nice to meet your sister again last night." Sarun told me. "She does visit you every evening, Narges? Tell me, Narges, is Urmila single? Married?"

"Oh Sarun." I tried to dismiss the conversation with a joke as I casually stroked his cock. "Am I not enough for you? Or must you fuck all the women of my family? Shall I bring my mother also along with Urmila?"

"Depends." Sarun replied thoughtfully. "I want to know if she is still married or not."

I suddenly realized he was serious. A plethora of feelings suddenly swept through me. Anger, protection, jealousy.

"Sarun." I spoke slowly as I continued to stroke his penis. I didn't want to jeopardize anything; after all Sarun was my lottery ticket out of poverty, as well as the treasure trove of orgasms, but this was my young sister. "Why did you ask about Urmila? What are your plans?"

For some time, Sarun didn't reply. He continued to tweak my nipples. I could feel them slowly becoming hard again, and suddenly I felt a familiar sense of wetness in my loins. He was making me wet again, even as we were talking about my sister! As my body started to process this confusing state of affairs, Sarun continued.

"Your sister is young right now." Sarun said. "What is she ... twenty? Twenty-one? And she is working as a labourer at a construction site, cutting and carrying bricks all day ... and staying at the labourer's camp, where she has to share a dirty lavatory and bath area with twenty other women. At any time, she is at risk of being sexually assaulted by the men who also live there. Her work is hard, and the hours are long. Especially during the summer."

"Yes, Sarun." I knew what he was saying was true. Urmila couldn't even stay with me and Fateh, because then it would take her three hours every day to get to work, and back. And there were some men staying in the camp next to her. Men who would love to molest her if they got the chance. Jobs were hard to find in these economic times, so she had to bear all of that.

"She is young and beautiful now," Sarun continued, "But continuous drudging hard work extracts a toll from the body. Soon her smooth and supply skin will become tight, and sun beaten. Her eyes will have wrinkles even at a young age, her hands will become rough, her beautiful tits will start to sag, and all this ... for so little money."

Again, I knew what he was saying was true. I had told my sister this many times, but what could we do. We were very poor, and my father could no longer work as he did due to his age, and the family desperately needed money.

Sarun suddenly gave my nipples a good pinch, and then his one hand caressed my tummy, before slowly going downwards. I gulped and drew in a breath, as one of his fingers found my cunt.

"You are a beautiful woman, Narges." Sarun gave me a smile.

"Oh Sarun!" I gasped as he inserted finger.

"Look, Narges." He said, as his finger slowly went in and out of my hole. "I am giving your sister an opportunity. Tell her to join you ... and come work for me as my maid. Both of you will be living in the same house. My house in Kolkata. And remember, half the time I am not even there, so you have it all to yourself. You will live comfortably, and I will pay both of you well. Your sister can save the money that I will pay her, or she can send it to your father."

As Sarun continued to fuck me with his finger, I thought about his proposal.

"But Sarun," I said, "She is a virgin. In our family, we save ourselves till marriage. Besides, if she ... if she joins us ... she will know ... about us ... about you and me."

Too late, I realized I had already conceded the argument to Sarun.

"She already knows, Narges." Sarun gave me a smile, even as my lips formed an O in shock. "You think she doesn't know? When I met her ... when she visited ... I could tell ... by her smile and her looks. That she knew. How, I don't know, but she knows. And she knows I know."

"Oh. My. God. I ... I ..." I was at a loss for words. Learning that my sister was now aware of her older sister's adultery - and I was supposed to be a role model for her - was giving me weird, conflicted feelings.

Sarun suddenly took my hand and placed it on his phallus.

"Stroke me." He ordered.

"Yes, Sarun." My fingers wrapped obediently around his manhood.

I know my husband has written a lot about Sarun's large penis. He should know - his own is so small! I guess I should also write about Sarun's cock ... especially as I am the one having to take it in! Sarun's manhood is really huge. Not only is it long, but also thick. No wonder the man was so confident and arrogant.

For so long I was used to Fateh's tiny dick. He also did not last for very long. A few thrusts and he was done. When my husband used to fuck me, I could hardly feel him ... and then it was over so quickly. Now here I was, at the mercy of this giant organ, which would burrow its way into my internal depths previously untouched.

"I want to fuck you now." Sarun declared. That is how it was now ... he just ... decided. I had no say ... I was his slave. Nor did I want any say. With such a penis, he could fuck me at any time he wanted.

"Yes, Sarun." Obediently I laid back and parted my leg. "Shall we discuss my sister later?"

Sarun didn't say anything, but climbed up on my body, and then let go.

"UNGH! AAAAH!" I cried out, as Sarun's giant organ pierced through my opening, spreading my cervical ring far apart, widening it for the massive length to come.

"OH SARUN!" I gasped.

As my body surrendered to him, I could only stare at him with full love and ecstasy. With one powerful and violent thrust, Sarun slammed the rest of his penis all the way through my cervix, into my womb, until his testicles slammed up against my moist vaginal lips. I could not help but give a small scream of joy.

"UNGH! OH SARUN! I LOVE YOU!"

I knew the windows were open. I knew the neighbours could hear. I didn't care!

Within a few minutes, a pleasurable sensation began to develop deep inside me. As he thrust again and again, I kissed his lips, his eyes, his nose.

"We can talk about your sister now." He said, as he continued to fuck me. "Imagine, her living with you. Yes, I know she is a virgin now. Or so she tells you. But think ... she can have this much pleasure ... with me."

I could feel the swollen, throbbing, head of his enormous penis tickle the most sensitive lining of my cunt. My nipples became erect and stood straight. Both of us started to breath rapidly. I started to match his thrusts.

"Oh Sarun!" I moaned, hardly caring about my sister at all. "Harder! Harder!"

Soon Sarun was slamming into me like a madman, leaving me in a delirious state of ecstasy.

"I will fuck your sister like this." Sarun said, as he bore into me. "I will fuck both of you together in bed. I will have her suck your big breasts and have you lick her down there. Both of you will be kissing and licking my balls and sucking my dick."

"OH SARUN!"

I paid no attention to what he was saying. All I could feel was my orgasm building up.

"It is better for your sister to lose her virginity to me than to some random man who is lying about love to her." Sarun reasoned, as he raised his hips, lifting himself up, before slamming into me. "When the time come, I will arrange for her marriage. And then I will fuck her on her wedding night. And later in front of her husband."

Sweat was pouring out from both of us. Both of us were panting.

"Ungh! Ungh! Harder!" I moaned, as my orgasm built up to a crescendo. "Oh, Sarun!"

I let myself go completely. Sarun went on viciously pumping in and out of my vagina, when I was having my orgasm, making it more intense for me. I was completely out of breath. I threw my arms around his neck, groaned deeply, then thrust my lips on his, to kiss him.

"Oh Sarun!"

I kissed him loving on his lips. On his cheeks. On his eyes.

He continued to thrust into me. Again, and again, and again. I knew what was coming now.

After a few more violent thrusts, I could feel the head of his penis swell, all the more. I moaned deeply and groaned, as it spread me even wider apart. Sarun grabbed my waist and heaved into me, with one last brutal thrust. And then the moment came! I knew that he was now going to ejaculate into me.

"Oh, randi! My slut!" He bellowed. "AHHHH!"

It was pure chaos.

As I felt him shoot into my womb, my own senses were triggered as he kept pumping and pumping. The huge volume and force of his manliness hitting me seemed to trigger another wave of pleasure. Sarun went on ejaculating into my womb for a very long time.

We held each other closely, lips locked, and tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, each simply overcome by the force of what we were feeling. After the frenzy, both our orgasms began subsiding gradually. Emptying himself into my womb, he collapsed on top of me.

We regained our breath after a very long time. Sarun with drew his huge penis from my vagina. Though he had just ejaculated into me, amazingly, it was still semi-erect. As it came out of me, huge volumes of his semen and my own secretions flowed out of my vagina. I was still panting.

For some time, we just lay there, taking in the total ecstasy of what had just happened. Then I spoke.

"Alright, my love, my master, you win." I told him. "I ... we will talk to my sister when she visits me this evening. It will be good to have Urmila with me ... with us ... in Kolkata."

"Do you realize, Narges ..." Sarun remarked intelligently. "Your sister lives an hour and half away by bus, and you told me she only visited you once a week. But now, this last week, and thr week before, she has been visiting you every night?"

* * *

"Wow, nice earrings, didi." Urmila said, when I opened the door. It was early evening, and Urmila was visiting me.

"Yes, they are." I smiled and flaunted my latest gift from Sarun. "Very expensive, too!"

Urmila whistled.

"Who gave it to you?" She asked, her eyes big. "I know jiju didn't."

Jiju is a term Indians use for older sister's husband. This is the term Urmila called my husband.

"No, not your jiju." I laughed. "He can never afford this. He is still out on the rickshaw trying to earn a meagre living. My guest Sarun did. He gifted me these earrings."

"Oh, sahib is still here?" Urmila stepped in and took off her shoes. "I am surprised jiju lets another man stay here with you, didi, when you are alone, and also give you expensive gifts."

Was I mistaken, or was there a slight smile on her lips as she said this, and a twinkle in her eye? Was Sarun correct, in that Urmila most likely knew of our affair? Or was I just making a wild assumption.

"Er ... ya." I giggled. "Sarun likes to spoil me with gifts, and you know your jiju. He won't say no to expensive stuff."

"I guess so. Maybe he loves it more than you! The gifts, I mean."

This time there was no mistake. There was definitely a mischievous smile on Urmila's lips.

"Well, your jiju is very understanding." I replied. "I am an adult woman and if someone wants to give it to me ... I mean give me gifts ... your jiju will not interfere."

"Hmm." Urmila grinned. "As long as you are enjoying yourself, didi."

"Ah, Urmila, there you are." Sarun stood up as we both entered the main living room area. He was on the sofa and had been watching TV, but now shut off the TV and had stood up.

"Sahib." Urmila did a little namaste and bowed her head slightly. "Good to see you here."

Sarun then did something I never thought he would do. He walked over to Urmila and suddenly grabbed her in a bear hug. Before my sister could realize what was happening, he had one hand around her hips, another grasping her firmly by the butt, and he had planted his lips squarely on hers.

As I watched in stunned silence, Sarun kissed my sister for a full minute before withdrawing and turning to me.

"Narges." Sarun issued his order, while his hand was still roughly groping my sister's buttocks, and she had a dazed look on her. "I want to talk now privately with Urmila. Please leave us alone. And ... as you leave, please draw the curtains. I want you to make some tea for us. When you are done, you will stand outside the room at a distance, so you are not listening. Only enter when I call for you."

"Er ... yes, Sarun."

If my sister was surprised at how my 'guest' was ordering me around, she didn't show it. She still seemed in shock at the sudden sexual assault. I promptly got up and left for the kitchen, drawing the curtains as instructed.

As I prepared the tea, I wondered what conversation Sarun was having with my younger sister. How can you just start a talk where you want the other person to become your sex slave?

Hi. I am a rich man, and I can give you lots of wealth. In return, I expect your pussy and your ass to always be open and available for me.

Then again, he had just forcefully grabbed her and kissed her, planting his lips on hers. Maybe that was exactly how he was phrasing it.

I finished making the tea, added some biscuits, and placed them all on a tray. I brought the tray to the dining area and placed them all on the dining table. Ours was a small place really, so there were no doors that separated these areas, but curtains. I stood outside the living room area, waiting for Sarun to call me back in.

I had to wait for almost five more minutes before I heard my name.

"Narges." Sarun called. "Come here."

"Yes, Sarun."

Sarun was seating on the sofa. Urmila was seating on a chair opposite him. Both turned to look at me.

There was pin drop silence as I entered the room and placed the tea and biscuits on one of the small side tables. I saw that my sister Urmila had a big smile on her face as she was watching me, and Sarun also had a small grin on his face.

"Narges, come here." Sarun snapped his fingers. "Remain standing beside me please."

"Yes, Sarun."

Obediently I walked and stood in front of him.

"Narges!" Sarun ordered. "Turn around so your back is to us."

"Er ... yes, Sarun."

With a sinking feeling, I realized what Sarun might want me to do. He was not a man to waste time on niceties. He straight away wanted to show Urmila what she would be getting into, no matter how humiliating or embarrassing it would be for me. It was confirmed when I felt Sarun's hand on my bum.

"Narges." Sarun commanded. "I want you to pull up your sari and bend over. Show us that big ass of yours."

I heard a small gasp from my sister, but she didn't say anything else. I could feel my own face turning beet red, flush with embarrassment, but I wasn't going to disobey my master. No matter how humiliating it was, I was going to obey and do what I was told to do.

I bent down to grab at the hem of my sari, and then rolled it all up so it was up to my waist, exposing myself to my younger sister and Sarun. I then bent over at the waist, mooning my own sister, my ass on display for her (and Sarun) to see. I remained motionless in this demeaning position, awaiting Sarun's further instructions, but I knew what he wanted Urmila to see.

Across my shapely buttocks were a half dozen or so red streaks, the welts of the cane that burned like fire last night when Sarun had caned me.

Sarun was now standing right beside me. He placed a hand on top of my buttocks.

"You see, Urmila." He spoke. "Take a look at your sister's big ass. You see ... I demand absolute, total obedience from my girls. I love your sister Narges, but I do punish her when I want ... however I want. Last night, she displeased me, so I caned her. And if you are part my household, you too will be punished when I want. This is something you have to accept."

"Er ... yes, sahib. I understand." I could hear Urmila timidly reply. "I will try not to displease you, sahib."

"Narges, spread your legs a little bit so they are further apart."

"Yes, Sarun." I complied, trying to balance myself with my hands on my knees so I wouldn't fall over, further exposing myself.

"You see how your sister is not wearing panties." Sarun continued, this time stroking me just below my rectum. "These are my general orders. No female servant is to wear panties in the house ... so I can have her at a moment's notice if I wanted to. You will always be available to me ... the boss ... at all times. Do you understand, Urmila?"

"Er ... ji ... yes, sahib." Once again, I heard Urmila's stammering reply. "I too will stop wearing panties once I am in your house, sahib."

I felt Sarun pat me on the ass. It was the pat of a master pleased with his slave.

"OK Narges. You can stand up now and roll down the sari to cover yourself again."

Thankful for the chance, I stood up straight, so the sari now fell from my hips and covered my bottom. As I sat down beside Sarun, I found myself unable to look Urmila in the eye. My younger sister, however, had a huge grin on her face.

"Sit down, Narges."

"Yes, Sarun."

"Urmila." Sarun said, as he also sat down and took a sip of his tea. "In two days, I will head out to Kolkata. I have some business there for a week before I return here. So ... in two days ... you will be coming with me to Kolkata."

"Ji, sahib."

"Tomorrow you can tell your workplace you are leaving and will be leaving the residential labour camp in two days." Sarun told her. "I will pick you up and we will take the bus to Malda, and then the following day's bus to Kolkata."

"Yes, sahib."

Sarun turned to me. This time his instructions were for me.

"Narges. I will return in a week, and then this house and all things in it, will go to your husband's lenders. You ... and your husband ... will then come with me to Kolkata."

"Yes, Sarun. I am looking forward to that very much."

Sarun turned back to Urmila.

"Urmila." He ordered. "Why don't you tell your sister when you first found out she was my sex slut?"

"Er ... yes, sahib." Without any hesitation or embarrassment, Urmila turned to me. "I think, didi, it was a couple of months ago? I think ... when sahib was first here. I had come to visit you one afternoon, but I heard angry voices. So ... I went to the window and looked in."

I realized Urmila must have been talking about the morning after the very first night that Sarun had visited us.

"You were talking to jiju." Urmila continued. "You were asking jiju if he stood all night outside your bedroom watching you in bed with ... with sahib here. You were taunting jiju about being a ... a .. cuckold ... while sahib enjoyed you in bed. You told him how sahib had a much larger dick than him."

"I ... I remember that." I replied, a little shocked. So, our voices, and all noises inside this house, did carry outside to the street!

"And then ... once you had scolded jiju, saying you were doing all of this so sahib can pay off his debts, I saw you strip jiju naked, make him go over your lap, and spank him!"

I nodded. It must have been an extreme surprise for Urmila to see that!

"And ... at the end of jiju's spanking," Urmila continued, "You made him stand up and walk over to the window. You didn't know that I was just outside, watching. You had commented, I remember, on how jiju's ass had turned a nice even red color. And then you had ordered him to go get dressed to pick up, in your words, his wife's lover."

My mind was in a whirl. So that is how my younger sister had always known! She had seen me - her older sister - admit to adultery, and then she had seen her brother-in-law Fateh admit to voyeurism, and then getting a spanking from his wife after he had ejaculated at the thought of his wife's infidelity.

I turned to Sarun.

"How did you realize," I asked, "That Urmi knows?"

Sarun grinned.

"I am a good judge of character." He replied. "And women. And ever since you introduced me to Urmila, not only did I recognise that she knew, but I also realized if you are going to be my slut no. 1, Urmila would be a good candidate for slut no. 2."

"Besides," Sarun continued. "When a girl who normally shows up once a week starts 'showing up' every day, wearing more and more revealing saris, flirting with me, laughing at every comment I make ..."

Sarun laughed, and Urmila laughed with him. I shook my head in amazement.

My own little sister. She had seen the rich Sarun, she had seen the gifts he was giving me, and she then planned for this.

My co-slut.

* * *

This is Fateh. I am picking up the narration again. The is the final part of our story to becoming Sarun's live in slaves.

Narges had told me that Urmila was going to join us in Kolkata. My humiliation was now going to be doubled - my sister-in-law would not only see what a cuckold her jiju (sister's husband) was but get to enjoy rubbing it in as she stayed with us.

Sarun had left us alone for a few days, and then returned a week later. It was to be our last night at my house. After having dinner, and then taking my wife to bed and fucking her well, I was called into the bedroom.

"Cuckold!" Sarun yelled. "Come here."

"Ji sahib."

As I entered the room, I could see that Narges, though covered by a blanket, was still recovering from her orgasm. She was still panting, and her chest and bosom still heaving. Sarun, sitting up, was in full command.

"Tomorrow late afternoon, cucky, we head out." Sarun told me. "We have a long bus ride to Malda, where we will reach around 8 at night, and then stay for the night at an inn. And then the next day we will take another bus ride to Kolkata."

"Ji sahib."

My first thought was relief that he wouldn't be able to "use" my wife for during the day since we would be riding the bus. Oh, how wrong I was!

"I just did this last week with Urmila." Sarun continued. "So ... I am familiar with the route. Unfortunately, the morning bus is full of labourers, and the afternoon one is a more expensive but luxurious coach with better class of people, so afternoon it is."

"As you wish, sahib."

"In my house, I told you about Nandini." Sarun continued. "She is an older lady. A housekeeper. She is supposed to retire and leave for her village in three months. So, you both will learn everything from her on how to take care of the house. Along with Urmila. From cleaning, cooking, and so on."

"Yes, sahib."

"Fateh, you will do more of the manual stuff outside the house. I do have a gardener, but I expect you to take care of the swimming pool. Nandini will show you what to do."

"Yes, sahib."

"And when I am there in the house, Narges will serve me in every way. Like now. As a cuckold, you just need to remind yourself that you should be happy your wife is actually enjoying herself."

"Er ... yes, sahib."

The next day was a sad affair as I bid farewell to my house where I had lived for the last twenty years, including almost eleven years with Narges. The whole morning was spent with various people the lenders had sent, and me signing whatever papers Sarun put in front of me. My brother had come early morning and taken the rickshaw. Finally, around 3 pm, we were standing outside the house, with 4 suitcases, and watched as the door was locked by someone else. I turned around. This was no longer my home.

"Get a rickshaw, cuckold." Sarun ordered. "Two, in fact. We need to get to the bus station."

"Yes sahib."

In the first rickshaw sat Sarun and my wife. His hand was around her waist. As she was wearing a sari, his hand was actually on her bare waist, rubbing her skin. From time to time, he would fondle her buttocks. All our neighbors saw us leave. They saw Sarun and Narges get into that rickshaw, and me being ordered into the second one. They all saw how Narges was being ravaged by Sarun. As they saw me leave, none of them came up to me to bid me goodbye. Instead, many of the women came and talked to Narges, while casting pitiful glances back my way, some of them putting a hand to their face to cover their giggles and laughter. Narges told me later that a couple of the ladies even told Sarun bluntly that they too are available to "work as servants" for him if he wants. It must be nice - to be rich and good looking and be skilled in bed, and all the women competing to be your sex slave girls.

In the rickshaw that I was sitting in, I had two of the suitcases at my feet, one beside me, and one I was carrying on my lap. No one said anything to me, not even a single word, as both the rickshaws started to move.

Soon we were in the village square at the bus terminal, where we boarded the Malda bus. If anyone didn't know us, they would never think that I was with my wife and her lover. Narges and Sarun were closer in age, and his hand was constantly on her waist. Anyone would think they were a couple. If anyone thought I was with them, they would think I was simply a servant of theirs. In a way, that wouldn't be far off the truth.

It was a big modern bus, a coach really as Sarun said, with superb air conditioning. Our suitcases were stowed in the baggage area under the coach seating. Sarun stowed his own little satchel on the overhead rack above our seats. He made Narges sit in one seat by the window and sat down beside her. I had to sit with someone else one row in front of them but on the other side of the bus. I was on the window side, and this other guy was on the aisle. Still, if I turned my head slightly, I could see Sarun and Narges.

As I said, anyone would think he was with her, and she was his wife, not mine. Soon the bus started to move. It was to be a long journey. Around an hour into the drive, I glanced at the couple.

Sarun had taken a small chador (a type of sheet or blanket) and covered the blanket over his and my wife's legs. I then saw him lean over and kiss my wife on the lips. I could see his hand under the blanket, snaking up my wife's thigh.

"Oh Sarun!" I saw my wife quietly murmur, before giving a smile and then helping him by quietly rolling up her sari just a bit. Sarun broke into a grin and appeared to caress my wife's bare thigh for a bit, then move his hand up even further.

As the bus continued on its journey, Sarun whispered something to Narges, and my wife spread her legs even wider. Hidden by the chador, Sarun casually played with my wife's pussy on the bus, while chatting with her and looking out through the window, but he paid no heed to me or anybody else. I wondered if he was just touching her crotch over her panties, or if he was getting under the panties to her pussy. What I didn't realize at the moment was that my wife was not wearing panties at all, so Sarun was actually tickling her bare vagina! No wonder Narges squirmed from time to time!

"Oh Sarun." I heard her whisper. "Do stop it, naa. People will start to see us! It's not dark yet."

The couple kissed again, and Sarun then took out a book, and started to read. Narges, apparently tired, put her head on Sarun's shoulder and closed her eyes. I hoped that was the end of their shenanigans, but again ... how wrong I was!

As the sun began to set, Sarun and Narges both dozed off for some time. The bus stopped for a bit, and the driver was changed, and then we continued moving for an hour before I saw Sarun wake up. We had been travelling for almost five hours by now. Narges had her head on his shoulder. His hands were now back under the blanket, and I could see Narges stir. She was now awake, and I realized my wife was again spreading her legs apart. Sarun was once again playing with her pussy.

"Quite an amorous couple there, naa?" Suddenly the man seating beside me turned to me and whispered. I looked at him. He was an older man, middle aged, probably an engineer or some other middle-class profession, travelling back to the city.

"Er ... yes." I had to nod. He had seen me watching Sarun and Narges and their activities.

"I wonder if she is his wife." My companion wondered, whispering very quietly to me. "Or a whore he picked up. He certain looks rich. Do you know them?"

"Er ... not really." I lied.

I glanced at the small digital clock at the front of the bus. Another hour to go before we reached Malda. Both my travelling companion and I surreptitiously watched as Narges had her eyes closed, a smiling expression on her face, as Sarun played with her bare pussy. A couple of times the blanket slipped, and I could see my wife's bare left thigh with her sari hiked way up high, and Sarun's hand on her crotch.

"Definitely a whore." My companioned winked at me, as we watched them make out. "An Indian wife, no matter what her social class, will not be so shameless."

"Mmm hmm." I tried to be non-committal. "Maybe they are a modern couple. You know how these modern-day women are."

Many minutes of fondling later, Sarun leaned in and whispered something to my wife. Narges smiled again and then pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. Her eyes and lips seemed to be offering a challenge to Sarun, who appeared up for it. Up slid Sarun's right hand under the blanket, over her chest, until it clearly found her right tit. I watched him fondle my wife's breast over her blouse and bra. He moved from her left breast to right, kneading and caressing, as Narges tried to scrunch lower in her seat.

"His hands are on her titties now." My companion remarked. "Isn't that shameful! Even if she is his wife, this is a public place."

I couldn't help but agree.

It was a relief when suddenly the bus conductor announced that we were ten minutes away from the Malda bus terminal. I saw Narges quickly mouth something to Sarun, and she appeared to be straightening up her clothing. Soon the chador was removed, and I saw that my wife was once again respectable.

* * *

We took a taxi from the bus terminal and soon reached our inn in Malda. It was a decent place, and where we would spend the night and travel next morning for another 7 hours until we reached Kolkata. The room that Sarun had booked was a big one, with two double beds. There was one bathroom, which appeared fairly big as well, and the room had a large window overlooking the city.

"Close the curtains, Fateh." Sarun ordered.

"Ji, sahib." I went and closed the curtains on the window, thankful that Sarun wasn't going to display my wife's charms to the public unlike the bus journey.

"Narges, my slut." Sarun turned to my wife. "Why don't you go shower?"

"Yes, Sarun." Narges was taking out a nightie from her bag. "It was a long journey, and I must stink of sweat."

"I love your sweat. And ... um ... Narges ... leave the bathroom door open." Sarun ordered. "I will join you later."

"What have I to hide from you two." Narges smiled. "This is my husband ... who has seen me naked ... and didn't know what to do with me ... and you are my master ... to whom my pussy now belongs!"

Sarun laughed and playfully spanked my wife on her ass.

SPANK!

"Get going, slut."

I watched as my wife entered the bathroom. She didn't close the door. There were mirrors all over the bathroom wall, which made it possible for both of us to see Narges from every angle as she stripped her clothes off. The blouse, the bra, the petticoat and finally the panties, all were soon off and hanging on the hangers from the wall. Narges stood there, stark naked, as she started the shower water. Then she turned and sat down on the commode.

"Something sexy about watching your wife pee." Sarun remarked, as the sounds of her urine hitting the commode reached us. "Don't you think Fateh?"

"Er ... yes, sahib."

"When she was a maid in my house, and I was a younger man," Sarun confessed. "I used to secretly watch her pee. There was a hole in the door of the servant's washroom, and I used to peep on her. I would dream of fucking those big pussy lips of hers one day. You are a lucky man, Fateh, that you got to fuck her first and take her virginity. That is something you have, and I will never have."

I hardly felt lucky now, but I wasn't going to contradict our master.

We both watched as my wife urinated unabashedly for a minute. She knew we were watching and didn't care. When she was done, Narges stood up and cleaned herself. She then reached into the shower, felt the water temperature, and adjusted the tap. Sarun and I both watched her nude body bending over at the waist. As soon as Narges climbed into the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed, Sarun walked into the bathroom.

Sarun stripped quickly. I could see him then stand and pee, and then wipe himself, before he too climbed into the shower. Narges gave a small gasp when she saw Sarun entering the shower right along with her.

"Oh Sarun!" I heard her giggle. "You still have a little bit of urine left on your cock. Here, let me lick that off you."

There was a light above on the ceiling above the shower, so I could see from the shadows on the curtain what was going on. Besides, they were pretty loud. After licking his cock, my wife took some lather of soap and rubbed Sarun all over, especially on his cock. Sarun then returned the favour, taking a good amount of bodywash, rubbing soap all over my wife's body, especially all over her tits.

"Oh, Sarun!" I heard her giggle again, as he rubbed soap in her pussy and butt crack. Narges turned around, and he soaped up her ass and legs.

"Oh, Sarun!" This time I saw them kissing. Or rather, the silhouette of them kissing. Then I heard Sarun bark an order.

"On your knees, slut."

"Yes, Sarun."

My wife was on her knees, her lips inches away from Sarun's cock. I saw Sarun raise his hand.

SLAP!

He had slapped Narges! And my wife was just letting him.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Each slap was hard and sounded like a rifle shot. Narges's cheeks must have stung, but she gamely bore on.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Then I heard Sarun snap his fingers and bark an order.

The silhouette of my wife now showed her on her knees, and her bobbing head as she furiously sucked Sarun's cock. Then Narges stood up and placed her hands on the wall just under the showerhead. Sarun got behind her and entered her from behind and humped her as he played with her bobbling tits.

"Oh YES! Oh YES!" Narges was screaming, as Sarun ejaculated inside her.

It was the start of what would be a very long night.

Sarun ordered some pizza. After we had dinner and watched some TV (Sarun wanted to watch the late-night news), he was ready for us to go to bed.

"You will sleep on the floor, Fateh." He ordered, turning to me. "Take the comforter and pillow from the bed and make yourself some space on the floor over there."

Even though there were two double beds in the room, Sarun wouldn't let me sleep on one while he fucked my wife on the other.

"Yes, sahib."

From the floor, I watched as both Sarun and Narges undressed. Sarun climbed into bed and lay on his back, his hard pole standing up firm and erect. He then turned and snapped his fingers. My nude wife climbed into the bed with him as ordered. She also lay back on the bed, and stroked Sarun's penis as he kissed her and fondled her breasts.

I climbed under the covers of my bedding on the floor, merely a few feet away from where my wife and my master shared the bed. The whole days shenanigans had made me quite hard, and I now took out my cock from my lungi.

Soon I heard the slurping sounds from the bed.

Sarun was eating her pussy out. Despite being rich, despite being the dominant man, and our master, and the alpha in our marriage, Sarun had no hesitation in giving my wife this type of oral pleasure. I personally had never licked her down there, nor had she ever asked me to. Now I realized what I had missed out on doing - it seemed Narges was really enjoying this. I could see her big boobs bobbling on her chest.

"Oh Sarun." My wife moaned. "Fuck me."

Sarun by now was quite hard. He slid up onto my wife and inserted his cock into Narges. She wrapped her big legs around him and put her arms around his bare back.

Sarun humped her slowly, gyrating his hips side to side as my wife whimpered with pleasure.

"Oh, Sarun!" She moaned. "Oh ... that feels so good!"

I grabbed my cock and stroked it, trying not to be obvious about it.

Sarun started humping my wife faster. I could hear his flesh slapping against hers.

"OH, MY LOVE!" Narges grunted. "OH SARUN!"

My wife grabbed our master tightly. The rickety old bed was shaking now, and Sarun got Narges's big bum bouncing pretty good. The man certainly had talent; he could play my wife like a maestro plays a violin.

I kept watching and kept stroking. Suddenly I lost control, and came into my bedding, my cock pumping more and more of my seed into the sheets. Still my wife and her lover weren't done.

"Oh Sarun!" Narges was crying now. It was tears of pleasure as Sarun kept up his thrusts, his pelvis repeatedly slapping against my wife's. They changed positions a few times, my wife having more than one orgasm. Finally, it seemed Sarun was ready to finish.

"Oh.... Sarun." Narges was moaning softly now.

Sarun couldn't control himself anymore and started to ejaculate, his bum shaking violently as he pumped his seed into my wife. He'd certainly made my wife his own, fucking her into orgasmic bliss.

As the couple lay on the bed, savouring the post coital bliss, I started to feel my eyelids closing. It had been a long day, and soon I fell asleep.

It was late into the night when I suddenly I woke up, hearing some noise. I looked over at the bed where my wife was in bed with my master. For some reason the curtains were now open, and there was bright moonlight flooding into the room.

In that light, as I peered towards the bed, I could see that Narges was on top of Sarun. She was straddling him, and they were fucking.

Again.

She was riding him, leaning forward on her hands, and he was humping up into her. Her bare ass was bucking down into his cock. Her big jugs dangled down. Sarun reached up and played with her tits. He leaned up and suckled the hanging udders.

I closed my eyes, falling back into sleep, as I heard him start to discharge inside her again. At the back of my mind was my concern about him ejaculating inside her, without protection, again and again, but I hoped he had put her on the pill like he said he would. I had no way to verify. I really did not want her to become pregnant.

Sometime later I woke up again, this time to see that my wife was on her knees, and Sarun was mounting her from behind. At first, I thought he was doing her doggie style, but then I realized he was taking her ass ... yet again. Anal sex was something I didn't dare ever initiate with her. But here she was, obediently serving up her ass to our master. Again.

I started to stroke myself.

As Sarun drilled into her, I could see her big butt cheeks visibly shaking, as her massive boobs swung around wildly. I stroked myself harder.

"Oh, Sarun." She was crying again. I could see Sarun start to shudder and grunt. He was climaxing inside her again.

I exploded inside my lungi yet again.

This time Sarun heard me and looked my way. He had an irritated look on his face. He then gave me a smirk and continued fondle my wife's buttocks. His lips silently mouthed one word.

"Cuckold."

I hoped he wasn't going to order me to leave and play with myself elsewhere. He didn't. He knew he was the man that my wife needed, and I didn't matter. He stepped back, and my wife stood up and faced him.

"Narges." He grinned. "The cuckold is up. He is watching us. How do you feel about one more round?"

In reply, my wife wrapped her arms around him and kissed him gently. She caressed the back of his neck with her hand. Her wedding band - the simply iron ring I had gifted her when we got married - was visible as she gripped his firm ass. She, married to me, wasn't even thinking a single thought of me, even though I was right there, in that room, on the floor, watching her and Sarun.

Soon the sounds started again.

The wet slurping sounds, grunts, and moans as she sucked a cock that's not mine. My own cock being stroked by my own hand.

I just watched as they got into bed and she mounted him, and all I could do was smile ruefully. She worshipped his cock; in fact, she was now begging him to fuck her. A long time ago, when I had married her, friends warned me about marrying a lady twenty years younger than me. Now, I could see they were right. My younger wife has now opened her heart - and her thighs - to another man. As Sarun pushed inside her, I saw her face. She never looked more alive.

"Oh Sarun!" She cried out in the throes of her passion. Nothing else mattered to her at that point - not me her husband, nor our decade old marriage. Narges thrust her hips up, trying to get Sarun as deep inside as possible, filling her hole completely.

"Cum in me!" She pleaded desperately. "Please. Please!"

There were no further words. Just a desperate gasp as her body climaxed with Sarun still deep inside her, filling her fertile womb with his seed. Narges crossed her toes as Sarun pumped his semen deep inside her.

Narges belonged to him. She may let me watch and masturbate, but her body is his to do as he pleases. She will do whatever Sarun wants, whenever he wants it. If I wanted to remain with her as her husband, I had to accept that.

Narges finally cast a pitiful look at me.

"You still looking, husband?" She taunted. "Oh, my pussy is so destroyed by this man! I hope he has made me pregnant!"

* * *

We reached Kolkata and then Sarun's mansion by afternoon on the next day. I cannot describe that house ... that palace. It had about fifteen rooms, each ornately furnished. There was a swimming pool, there was a garden, and there was a big garage.

The housekeeper, Nandini, was an old lady. She must have been around sixty or so. She showed us to our room. Urmila was also there to welcome us before she disappeared towards the kitchen.

"You are on the same floor as Sarun's master bedroom." Nandini said as we both entered our room.

"Wow." Narges whistled. "Look, husband! This bedroom ... our bedroom ... is bigger than the whole house we lived in for so many years!"

"Er ... yes." I had to admit this was true.

"Of course," Nandini continued. "Here is a bell. Fateh da, when it rings, your wife has to go to Sarun's room ... to ... um ... see what he needs."

"Um ... yes, Nandini didi." I replied, my eyes on the floor, unable to suddenly meet her gaze.

... to ... um ... see what he needs ...

It was clear what was being implied here.

"There is a gardener who comes once a week." Nandini continued. "There is no driver yet because Sarun doesn't have a car yet in India. As for other tasks, it will be distributed between you, Urmila, and Narges. I will teach you everything before I leave."

"Yes, Nandini didi."

We showered, arranged our clothes in the room, and then Nandini showed us around the house. Soon Narges went to join her and Urmila in the kitchen to prepare lunch. I was given some tasks, mostly clean up and dusting, and then I went to the kitchen to have lunch. After that, Nandini told me to go and wait in the bedroom and take some rest.

I followed her advice. I slept for two hours, and then got up and freshened up. My timing was just right, because as soon as I had emerged from the toilet there was a knock on the door.

It was Nandini. It must have been around 5 or 6 in the evening.

"Fateh da!" She said, as she entered. "Sahib is calling you."

"Oh."

I was wondering when Sarun would be calling for me. Readying myself for more humiliation, I nodded to Nandini.

"He is in his study." Nandini informed me, her eyes averted from mine. "And ... um ... Narges is already with him."

"Oh." I momentarily stopped, and then shrugged. "I wonder what he wants from us."

"Fateh da." Suddenly Nandini came and clasped my hand. "Be strong. The first night ... is always ... the hardest."

"Oh." For a moment, I was surprised. What did Nandini mean?

Then it dawned on me. Nandini knew what we were here for ... but she didn't know that Narges had ... already been taken by Sarun. She thought it was going to happen now.

"Um ... thanks." I mumbled, before getting out and making my way to the study. By now I had gotten fairly used to the big house and could navigate my way around.

"Fateh, my favourite cuckold!" Sarun's strong voice boomed as I opened the door to the study. Grimacing, and steeling myself for however he wanted to degrade me, I entered the room.

"Sahib." I nodded deferentially in respectful greeting. "I am here."

Sarun was seating on a sofa in his study. He looked like a king seated on his throne, his legs spread apart, and his tall powerful, muscular, athletic body portrayed an air of arrogant command over us. My wife Narges was already in the room, standing to his right.

With a small sigh, I noted that Sarun's hand was already on my wife's behind. He was squeezing and caressing the small of her lower back, and Narges stood there, a happy smile on her face. She was standing there like a slut as her rump was being shamelessly groped.

"Do you know why I called you here, Fateh?" Sarun asked.

"Sahib." What could I say? His finger was inside my wife's ass crack, and he was asking me if I knew why I was here. Still, I had to be humble.

"You know best, sahib." I added. "I am here as your servant. Your slave."

Sarun patted my wife on her buttocks.

"I love this nice thick ass that your wife has, Fateh." Sarun remarked. "Fleshy, and bouncy. I am going to take full pleasure tonight as I fuck her. Perhaps I will have anal with her first."

"Yes, sahib." I grovelled. "She is my wife, but she is also your slave, sahib. Her pussy and her ass belong to you, sahib."

"Have you ever had anal sex, Fateh?" Sarun asked me, as he continued to finger my wife's butt crack.

"Er ... no, sahib."

"Pity. Tell you what," Sarun grinned, as he resumed tweaking my wife's butt cheeks. "I hear you are a gambling man, Fateh."

"Sahib, I have given up gambling. You know, because of the debt, and all."

"We will see about that." In a swift motion, Sarun stood up. On his feet, this tall man dwarfed both me and Narges. There was a pronounced bulge in his crotch, and I could see Narges also steal a look at that.

I glanced at my wife. Clearly, she was lost in the moment, and she was anticipating their reunion tonight. I was no match, either in physique or in capability with this man.

"I am going to make you an offer." Sarun said. "If you take it, you might even win."

"Sahib?" I, again, didn't know what to say.

With a laugh, Sarun once again sat down. He then patted his left thigh.

"Narges, my dear slut." He ordered. "Sit."

"Yes, Sarun."

Immediately, shamelessly, my wife rushed to obey. She was oozing sexuality, dressed in her sari that wrapped tightly around her body, and her small blouse making her breasts prominent. Her movements were of complete compliance and trust towards our boss. Narges immediately sat on his lap and nudged herself into a comfortable position, making it easy for Sarun to touch her inappropriately.

As if he wasn't doing that before.

"You see." Sarun moved his hand towards my wife's blouse. "You now owe me a big sum. Your house, the cost of your rickshaw ... all the furniture inside your house ... even the brand-new ones I had gotten you ... all has been given over to your creditors, and still there was more loan to be paid back. Which I paid out of my own pocket. Now ... how long do you think you will have to work here for me, Fateh, before you pay back my loan?"

"Er... Sahib." I tried not to watch, but couldn't help myself stare, as Sarun casually unbuttoned my wife's blouse, getting no resistance at all from Narges. "A long time."

"How long?" Sarun had now fully opened her blouse, and his hands were on her right tit, squeezing her boob.

"Sahib ... about 8 to 10 years. Maybe 12."

"I see." Sarun inserted a finger into my wife's bra, and Narges's right boob popped out. He immediately took her areole between his forefinger and thumb and started to tweak her nipple.

"Oh, Sarun." My wife couldn't help but moan as he played with her breast. Sarun was right - my wife was a slut. His slut.

"40. It's going to take something like 40 years. Not 12, but 40." Sarun told me. "And I am not even charging you the interest. And I am paying your salary to be a servant here. So, in essence, I am ... again ... helping you pay off your loan ... to me!"

Forty years!

"I am eternally grateful to you, sahib." I grovelled. "You have helped us from a bad situation."

That much was true. The people I owed the money too were dangerous people.

"I am going to help you more. I am going to make you a wager." Sarun said, as he continued to fondle my wife's bosom. "The result of this wager will be all up to your slutty wife Narges. The odds may well be in your favour."

I should have been repulsed by my wife being so openly groped, and her absolute compliance and non-resistance to Sarun's advances, but surprisingly (or rather, not so surprisingly) I felt a stirring in my loins.

"Er ... sure, sahib."

I had no idea what Sarun implied, but what did I have to lose?

"Good." Sarun once again tweaked her nipple and to my dismay she once again let out a moan. "As I said, I am going take your slutty wife to bed tonight. All she has to do tomorrow is lie and say that she didn't enjoy the damn good fucking I'll give her. That's it. Then you are all free from your obligations. And you don't need to work here and can go back ... to wherever you want."

I didn't know what to make of it. I mean, I KNEW for a fact that Narges would enjoy it. But Sarun wasn't saying that. He was saying she would not lie and say she didn't enjoy it. A simple lie that would allow us to go free.

"Sahib." I chose my words carefully. "I know my wife will enjoy her time with you. You can satisfy her in many ways that I cannot, sahib."

"Really? She said that, or is that your observation, cuckold?"

"Er ... both, sahib." I answered. "I know she has trouble standing up in the morning after spending the night with you. And I have seen how ... um ... big you are ... and um ... how skilled."

"And Narges, what about you?" Sarun asked my wife, even as he was playing with her boob.

"Sarun, you are a true man." My wife declared uninhibitedly. "It even turns me on to get on my knees and worship your beautiful penis. I get so wet simply pleasuring you with my mouth, and it's not like that with my husband at all. Sarun, you make me say things and do things I never did to or said to anyone before. I want to be your slave, Sarun."

"Do you love your husband, Narges?"

My wife snorted.

"I guess I still do ... at some level. But I need your cock in me, Sarun. I am used to having orgasms now ... I can't give that up! Please don't tell me ... now ... we have to go!"

Sarun didn't immediately reply to her comment. He simply popped out my wife's other breast. Now both of her boobs were shamelessly out, exposed, and she was being openly groped and fondled by Sarun. He was smirking at me as he fondled my wife's large breasts, enjoying his hold over me and my wife. Narges was also writhing in heat and started to massage his crotch. I quickly realized that this was a sight I was going to have to get used to seeing.

"Let me tell you, cuckold. There is no catch." Sarun answered my question, vigorously kneading my wife's big tits. "I am allowing your wife the chance to lie and leave tomorrow morning with you, cancelling forty years of debt. However, I am betting she is a perverted slut and she would love to stay here for those years, getting fucked by me on a daily basis when I am here. And I am betting you will love staying here too. You can't lie to me ... as long as life is good ... you enjoy being a cuckold."

... as long as life is good ... you enjoy being a cuckold ...

He certainly had me there.

"Sahib." Once again, I chose my words carefully. "You are offering us to finish our debt in one night, simply to prove that I am a cuckold, and my wife is a slut?"

"Yes." Sarun laughed. "Here is your beloved wife. And she is enjoying what I am doing to her breasts."

I tried to stay focused.

"If tomorrow my wife said that she did enjoy going to bed with you," I asked. "What happens?"

Sarun stopped squeezing my wife's boobs. As Narges sighed, he turned to me.

"Then you both will work for me until I say your payment is done." He announced. "Remember, I have your signed and notarized affidavits."

I had no choice. Whatever I said, I would be a loser. I could already see my wife writhing on his lap, impatient at the delay.

"Yes, sahib." I replied, defeated. "I accept your bet."

Sarun grinned.

"Good." He said. "Now go to your room and wait. This is your first day, so I don't want to give you too much work. Rest. Relax."

"Yes, sahib."

* * *

A couple of hours later, I was in my room, lying on the bed, when once again Nandini knocked and entered.

"Fateh da. When that bell rings," She pointed out, "If Narges is not here, you will proceed to Sarun's room ... to see what he needs."

"Er ... yes, Nandini didi."

"Good. Now go to the master bedroom, where you are being summoned."

As I made my way to the master bedroom, I saw Narges standing outside the room by the door.

"I was in the kitchen." Narges told me, answering my curious look. "Let's go inside the room."

Narges and I opened the bedroom door. This was the master bedroom, and the one Sarun stayed in when he was here. It was the epitome of luxury - with a four-poster king sized bed, large windows letting in the light, and all. My own little house - or my house that I used to own - was way smaller than this bedroom.

As we stepped in the room, we heard our names being called.

"Narges! Fateh!" Sarun's voice boomed. "I am here in the bathroom. Come here."

We both turned to a door. This must be the bathroom.

Oh, what a bathroom!

It was a giant bathroom, magnificently built, and it had a step-in bath in the middle, which must have also been a Jacuzzi. Sarun was in the Jacuzzi, and I saw Urmila was beside him in the water. This was the first time I was seeing my sister-in-law fully in the nude. Or rather, the top half - since the she was waist deep in the water. Urmila was in the bloom of her youth - slender hips, but big breasts like her older sister. As we entered, I saw Urmila blush slightly, but she appeared untroubled being naked in front of us.

Sarun's arms were around the young vixen, with one hand happily playing with one of her tits while the other in the water, and I could tell he was fingering her pussy. Urmila, while behaving shyly, had a smile on her face as Sarun slowly fingered her to an orgasm.

"You should lower your gaze." Narges hissed at me. "I am just tolerating you here, seeing my sister naked, and having a moment of passion, because Sarun asked us to be here."

"Er ... yes, my dear." Hastily I lowered my gaze, while still taking in the sight through the corner of my eyes as Urmila gasped. Sarun saw us and turned up to look at us.

"Come, Narges." He told my wife, picking himself off a still panting Urmila and seating at the edge of the tub, raising himself so that now only his legs were in the water. "Strip, and then get in the tub, my big slut. The water is nice and bubbling."

"Yes, Sarun." If my wife had any inhibitions of undressing in front of her younger sister, she didn't show it. Obediently my wife Narges stripped completely. Her sari, blouse, and petticoat soon came off, and then her panties. She turned and handed them all to me. Even fully naked, she oozed authority over me.

"Fold my clothes and put them on top of the dresser there." She ordered.

"Yes, my dear."

As I obeyed her commands, I saw Narges climb into the tub, her big body splashing lot of water around as she clumsily got in.

"I am here only for a week, so you are now going to teach your younger sister how to suck cock." Sarun told Narges. "As we are all here, you can start imparting your knowledge right now. Here, both of you crawl up close between my legs. Narges ... you can start by showing Urmila how to soap and wash my penis properly, especially the ridge around the head. I want my dick to always be clean and sanitary."

"Yes, Sarun." My wife replied compliantly.

"And you, little slut." He turned to Urmila, "Watch and learn so you do it right next time, so I don't have to spank you again. See how your big slutty sister washes me before laying me out on her tongue. You should learn from her the ways of being a good slut."

"Yes, sahib." Urmila timidly replied. All of this was still somewhat new to her, and she still had the look of a girl who couldn't believe the situation she found herself in. Being naked in a jacuzzi with another man and her older married sister, while her jiju looked on.

I remained there, standing awkwardly, not knowing what to do or why I was called there. In somewhat of a trance, I wandered over to the steps of the hot tub, watching the bubbling waters. My wife was already stroking Sarun's large cock, completely disregarding any thoughts I might have of the situation, knowing that I was a thoroughly cuckolded man ... and also ... shamefully ... that a part of me also wanted to see this happen.

Narges's face was flush red, and her eyes were hazy as she focused on Sarun's manhood, oblivious of her nakedness in front of her sister, or her sister's nudity. Only one thing mattered - Sarun's cock. Using his strong and dominant personality, coupled with attractive masculinity, and of course the massive cock, Sarun had completely seduced my wife, and my sister-in-law, to put them both under his spell.

"I still can't believe how big it is." Urmila whispered at her sister. "Even though I have seen it before. Can I touch it again now?"

Narges nodded at her sister, and Urmila reached out and took Sarun's giant penis in her hand. Urmila, being slender and thinner, had fingers that were not even able to encircle the incredible girth of Sarun's member.

I watched as her small hands cascaded up and down his towering flesh, her feminine fingers savoring the sensation of his masculinity.

"What do you feed it, sahib?" Urmila giggled, slowly stroking his incredible length. Narges also stroked Sarun's balls as I watched with a lump in my throat.

"Married women, mostly." Sarun chucked, nodding at Narges as he spoke to Urmila. "Women like your sister."

A shy, timid, smile appeared on my wife's lips as she blushed. Sarun then turned towards me.

"Fateh!" Sarun boomed. "Ever have your cock sucked by your wife before?"

"Er ... no, sahib." I replied. I was lying, of course. Narges had sucked me off a few times ... during the early years of our marriage. But I didn't need to tell him that.

"Pity." Sarun replied. "She's a good cock sucker, your wife. I am going to bust a nut in her."

"Er... thank you, sahib."

Sarun laughed and turned to Urmila.

"That's your jiju. Letting me use his wife's mouth as a cum dump and then thanking me for it."

I went red as both the women joined in Sarun's laughter.

Narges cupped her hand into the water of the Jacuzzi and poured it over Sarun's monster cock. She then carefully soaped his penis and gonads, making certain that he was clean under the skin behind the head.

The only sounds were the subtle jets of the tub, water bubbling, and the sexual noise of Sarun's massive balls smacking up and down. The woman I loved continued to stroke this other man's cock, as if it was the only thing that existed in the world. Then Narges used her hand to pour more water on it and wiped him under his balls. She then rinsed him clean, jacking the flaccid man meat once or twice with her hand, before running her tongue lovingly around the head. Then, taking her cue from Sarun's hint of what he wanted next, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and placed her tongue gently on his manhood.

"Watch your wife, Fateh." Sarun instructed. "And you too, Urmila."

"Yes, sahib." We both replied in unison.

"The sign of a good cocksucker," Sarun commented, as Narges ran her tongue up and down his rigid cock. "Look how she wets me with her tongue before she begins to blow me."

As Narges pushed her head forward, trying to open her throat and take as much of him as she could down her gullet, Sarun turned to me.

"Whose monster cock is down your slutty wife's throat, Fateh?"

"Your, sahib." I replied.

"Who's going to fuck your slutty wife's mouth with his cock, Fateh?"

"You will, sahib."

"Who's going to flood your slutty wife's throat with his sperm, Fateh?"

"You will, sahib."

"You wife is my property, Fateh." Sarun remarked, as Narges's mouth engulfed his penis. "She's my property - a property with a cunt - who has to do as she's told by me while her husband watches."

"Yes, sahib."

Sarun turned to Urmila.

"What a pathetic man your jiju is." He told my sister-in-law. "He can't prevent his own wife from becoming another man's sex slave."

Urmila turned to give me a pitiful look before sneering.

"Jiju is nowhere close to being a man like you, sahib." She told Sarun. "I am glad that my sister ... and I ... have become your slaves."

Sarun arched his head back, savoring what had to be the mind-blowing sensation of oral sex from another mans wife. Slowly at first, and then faster, Narges's head began to bob back and forth raking her lips up and down the hard-on that filled her mouth. With each down stroke she was able to force that big plum head deeper into her throat. Sarun grabbed her by the ears and yanked her to him, forcing her face into his crotch until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.

"OOOOOOOH YEESS!" Sarun exploded. His penis was all the way down my wife's throat, and she swallowed frantically to keep from drowning as his full load went down. "You bitch! You cunt! Randi! Chuttiye! What a cock sucking natural you are!"

Both Urmila and I watched as Sarun finally finished ejaculating inside my wife's throat. Finally, eventually, Sarun stopped his orgasmic convulsion, grunting. My wife slowly relinquished her grasp on his tool, which bobbed powerfully in the nights air as if it was hungry for more.

"Oh, Sarun. That's a lot of cum." Narges smiled. As she finished and wiped off her lips with the back of her hand, Sarun reached out and patted her on the cheek.

"Cumming in your mouth is sweet." He said. "But cumming in your pussy is even more sweet. You are pretty much the best piece of ass I've ever had."

Narges smiled.

"Thank you, Sarun." My wife replied. "You are the best sex I ever had."

Sarun turned towards me.

"Fateh!" He boomed. "My shirt and pants are hanging there, along with my underwear. Please bring them to me."

Sarun returned to the soothing hot water of the Jacuzzi where his two slave women scrubbed his back, washed his cock, balls and ass, before drying him and helping him dress in the pants and shirt that I had now fetched for him. As he got dressed, I took in the sight of the two naked women - my wife and my sister-in-law - helping him put on his clothes. Looking at Sarun, I was reminded of how an ancient Sultan might have felt, being attended to by his prized sexy concubines in his harem.

The night was just beginning.

* * *

Around 8 am the next morning I was up, helping Urmila and Nandini in the kitchen making breakfast. I cut onions, chilli and tomatoes for the omelettes, and Urmila fried the parathas, while Nandini prepared the tea. Finally, Nandini put everything on a big tray and beckoned to me.

"Fateh da." She ordered. "Take this, carefully, to the master bedroom. Please don't spill anything - Sarun doesn't take kindly to carelessness."

"Er ... yes, Nandini didi."

Carefully balancing the tray, I walked up to the master bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Enter." I heard Sarun say. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

I didn't know really what I expected to find. I knew the whole night Sarun had probably spent using Narges like a cheap bazaari aurat. As I opened the door and walked in, I saw the two of them lying in bed naked.

Narges and Sarun.

There was a strong smell of sex and sweat in the room. They were both awake. And stark naked, of course. Narges was resting her head on Sarun's broad hairy chest and caressing his muscular shoulders and biceps. She refused to look at me and kept her gaze focused on our master's chest.

The contrast between her fair skin and his dark one was a striking one. My wife had the contented look of a well-fucked woman. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me.

"Sahib. I have breakfast for the both of you." I announced, putting the food on one of the tables in the room.

Narges spread her legs a little, and I could see a pool of white cum between her legs. As she moved, more cum oozed out of her orifices. Sarun's giant cock was lying across one leg, glistening with my wife's cunt juices. Even when soft, his cock was thicker and longer than mine was when hard. From the look of the couple, it seemed as if they had just fucked. Which they probably did.

"Good." Sarun looked at me. "Did you eat your breakfast yet?"

"Er ... no, sahib."

This time, suddenly Narges spoke.

"Husband." She spoke. "Thanks for bringing the breakfast here. Now go back to the kitchen and eat. Then wait for us in Sarun's study."

"Er ... yes, dear."

Sarun then caught hold of my wife's chin and leaned in to kiss her on the mouth. As I watched, the two began to kiss in earnest. I could see my wife's hand gently stroking our master's thick cock, which was rapidly becoming hard.

Again.

I left the room and gently shut the door behind me, before heading back downstairs. I had my instructions.

* * *

Narges entered the study two steps behind Sarun. It was a calm and serene morning. The birds were chirping, and the brilliant sunlight was flowing into the opulent study through the big windows.

I noticed my wife was not wearing the clothes she had worn last night. Our master Sarun had given her a new sundress that Narges had put on now. It was semi translucent, and I could see she was wearing a pink bra and a small ping thong underneath.

Once Sarun was seated, he turned to me.

"Did you have a good night's sleep, cuckold?" He asked me.

There were so many things I wanted to say to him.

Bastard! Evil man! Ruining families!

Instead, I nodded.

"Yes, sahib. The bed is very comfortable."

Sarun, however, seemed to have read my mind.

"You probably are wondering why I am here to ruin your life. Your married life." He chuckled.

I was shocked and stunned. This was a very intelligent man. I said nothing, however.

"You have destroyed your own life, Fateh." Sarun continued. "Well, actually your own greed and your gambling has placed you in this situation. If you want someone to blame, then blame yourself."

Suddenly I felt a little flutter of anger.

"Narges." I softly uttered. "Let's go from here. Just tell him you didn't enjoy it last night at all."

"How dare you take my name, husband? That was the rule ... you will NEVER take my name." My wife remained where she was, standing right beside Sarun. "Who are you to order me like that! After all I have done for you. I have whored myself for you! It is your gambling and your debts and you lying to my family that got me in the arm of this ... this ... wonderful man."

Right then I knew she was not going to lie, and I was going to lose.

"We can put everything behind us and start over." I pleaded. "This ... thing ... is over."

"No, it's not over. I have become a slut, and nothing can change that." Narges declared. "Everyone of our neighbours know the truth."

"You are not a slut." I bravely tried to argue. "This is just an unfortunate situation which we can now put behind us. Let's start our life anew. Somewhere else. A new city."

Narges laughed. It was a cruel laugh.

"With you?" She sniggered, and then pointed towards my crotch. "And how will you satisfy me the way Sarun has? I want nothing more than to serve Sarun and to be his slave. I have never felt so whole in my life."

Narges then softened her voice. This time, her eyes had some empathy in them as she spoke to me.

"I know it hurts, husband, when you are cuckolded." She stated. "And especially now that I am going to spend the rest of my life with Sarun as his sex slave. But it's a good hurt for you. The hurt that shows you regret your mistake, but you still love me. You love me so much so that my needs and pleasure now take priority over yours."

There was a smug look on Sarun's face.

"So, it would appear that I have won." He declared. "You two will be working for me for a long time."

"Wait a minute! My wife hasn't answered the question yet!" I abjectly tried to stall the inevitable.

"Fateh! Cuckold!" Sarun sighed. "Why do you wish to humiliate yourself! The writing is on the wall. Accept it and get on with your life."

Sarun was talking to me as if explaining something very obvious to a child. I, however, clung on to the faintest of hopes.

"Sahib, you have to ask her." I pleaded. "My wife has to tell us what is her answer."

For a moment no one spoke. I could see that even Narges was silent, contemplative. She was probably sad for me. Sad for her husband still trying valiantly to save our relationship. But she was done with me and the life I had conned her into after marriage.

"Narges." Sarun asked her. "Did you enjoy yourself with me last night?"

"Sarun." Narges had no hesitation. "It was the best night of my life."

There. It was done. My wife and I were now Sarun's slave. Forty years.