Erotica INNOCENT DIVYA'S DEGENERATION

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"You're a natural cocksucker." he said.

Divya blushed and just sucking his dick hungrily.

Mayank felt the food and drink in his stomach welling up as he watched his wife's young lips wrapped around the cock as it went in and out of her warm mouth. He saw the obscene sight of the blowjob from all four angles. As if to magnify Mayank's disgust, Musa pressed a button and all four screens zoomed in on Divya's face as it got fucked by the old man's huge dick.

"I need to puke!" Mayank got up, putting his hands on his mouth and rushed to the bathroom.

Musa smiled and shook his head as he heard retching sounds of the cuckolded husband coming from the bathroom. Musa turned his attention back to the screen and watched how the gorgeous young Indian was enthusiastically pleasuring his employer. Musa hoped that he too would get a blowjob from Divya as he often did from the other wives that had been completely degraded by his sheikh. Bashir would order them to pleasure Musa, occasionally even fuck him, and the wives were to much in his control to not follow the orders.

"Cough! Cough!" Mayank came out, and saw that the scene hadn't change much. Except that now, Divya was also sucking Bashir's huge balls, occasionally spitting out a pubic hair or two.

"Your wife is very talented." Musa said, admiring her technique. "You have taught her well."

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Mayank looked completely beaten. He was struggling with a cocktail of emotions. He felt humiliated, emasculated, but also turned on to see his beautiful young wife suck the old man's dick like a professional whore.

In the bedroom, Divya sucked the cock for a good ten minutes until it was completely hard and wet with her spit. She then felt ready to move on to the next stage. She got up and started unraveling what remained of her sari.

Mayank felt like his marriage was unraveling with every layer of the sari that came off. He could scarcely recognize the woman who then deftly unknotted her petticoat letting it fall to the floor. The sight of his wife in only her panties lasted barely a second as she peeled them off and got on the bed on her back.

Musa marveled at how this always seemed to be how things went. Later, Bashir would be very dominant and aggressive, but for the initial seduction, he always waited for the wives to make the first move. And they invariably did, mesmerized by his cock.

The sheikh got up and slipped his robe off, standing naked except for the kuffiyah on his head. His erect monster cock curved slightly upward, seeming like another limb jutting out of his crotch.

He stood and surveyed his latest conquest, the gorgeous young Indian who was now naked on her back on his bed, with her legs open, her hips shuddering and her mouth whimpering in anticipation.

Divya was feeling randier than she ever had. All the pent up sexual energy that had barely been spent in 6 months of being faithful to Mayank, was bursting at the seams. Her pussy was wet and waiting. She needed this magnificent cock inside her and she needed it now.

As a gesture to Bashir to enter her, she put two fingers inside her cunt and then licked them. Mayank was unable to comprehend how slutty his demure wife was being.

"I wonder if she'll be able to take it. Judging by the size of the tent in your pants right now, I don't think she has ever been stretched too much." Musa said, unaware that Divya had taken bigger dicks.

Mayank realized that he was indeed rock hard at the sight of his wife being seduced by the old man. It had stopped being about the money for any of them now. Divya and Bashir were just entranced in an animalistic dance of sex. And Mayank was too fascinated to look away.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"Feel free to pleasure yourself if you want. Don't let my presence stop you." Musa said.

Mayank shook his head as Bashir got on the bed on his knees. The wiry Arab then bent forward in his waist and positioned the tip of his huge dick at Divya's cunt entrance. Mayank didn't know about Chad and the others, so was surprised at how easily his wife's labia parted and accommodated the huge dong.

"ARRHHHHHHHHHH" Divya grunted, sounding like an animal as her starving pussy finally got some real meat.

Bashir was pleasantly surprised at how easily this young woman accommodated his huge cock. With most other women, it would take him about five minutes of gentle rocking to get it in. Divya's cunt had enveloped him within seconds.

He bent forward until his kuffiyah was covering Divya's face and then he started fucking the young woman in deep deliberate strokes.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!" Divya hungrily said, and wrapped her legs around the Arab's naked waist and pulled him in deeper.

"How about that? She took it easily. I didn't peg your wife to be so experienced." Musa said.

"She's not. She was a virgin when she married me." Mayank bitterly said.

Musa was about to say that then she must have been sleeping around after marriage, but decided against it.

Both men stared at the screen with rapt attention as the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Divya moaned and grunted at every stroke, and Bashir kept stepping up the pace of the fucking until his ass was a blur pounding against Divya's crotch.

"Should I turn it off?" Musa asked holding the remote.

"What?" Mayank asked absent-mindedly, looking at how the curve of his wife's buttocks on the bed parted and showed her asshole being touched by Bashir's balls.

"Do you really want to keep watching?" Musa asked.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"Yes." Mayank said.

"As you wish."

Musa could never understand why the husbands kept watching their wives getting fucked in detail even after the initial seduction had happened.

He stayed silent and watched with Mayank as Bashir fucked the young woman in rapid hard strokes.

Mayank marveled at how long Bashir was able to keep fucking his wife at such a rapid pace without cumming. He himself barely lasted 5 minutes. A part of him said that his wife was actually getting the good proper fucking that a gorgeous woman like her deserved. But another part, while turned on, still felt resentful about it.

After fifteen minutes of fucking in that position, Bashir took his dick out.

"On all fours, bitch." he said, slapping Divya's ass.

The young Indian housewife had just had the most incredible fucking in the last few months. Even as she got fucked and revelled in the pleasures of carnal bliss, her brain was also parallel processing the realities of who she was. No matter how much she tried to control herself, she was essentially just a slut.

She obediently got on her knees and ankles, swaying her big round white ass in her lover's face. Bashir got behind her, looked at one camera and smiled evilly as he put his hands on her waist and entered her gaping cunt again.

Mayank watched horrified as his wife's big tits rubbed back and forth against the bed sheet at this doggy style assault. His eyes fell on the mangalsutra that he had tied around her neck being squelched under her tits. She was moaning and groaning with pleasure, clearly enjoying what was happening.

After a few minutes, Bashir moved one hand to her hair and pulled her head back with a hard jerk, making her cry in pain. With his other hand, he grabbed her ankle and lifted one leg up until it was sideways along her torso And then he resumed his assault on the young woman's cunt, lowing it with everything he had.

"FFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKK!! I AM CUMMINGGGGGGGGGG!!" Divya hollered and started quaking.

Mayank watched what for him was a new sight. Although Divya had had countless orgasms with other men, none of them were with Mayank. So for him, the very fact that she could have an orgasm was a revelation. The sight of her actually hollering and convulsing through it was too much for him to handle.

"Uhhhhhhhh." Mayank said as his balls emptied a decent amount of semen into his underwear. He had achieved simultaneous orgasm with his wife. It just so happened that someone else was doing the fucking.

Musa looked at the young Indian man's wet crotch. He had seen this happen before too. Husbands spontaneously orgasming while they watched Bashir ravish their wives.

"You can clean yourself up." Musa helpfully said.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Mayank walked back to the bathroom in a daze. Five minutes later when he came out, the fucking was still in progress, but in a different position. Bashir was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs on the ground. Divya was riding him facing away from him, her massive tits flopping up and down in the same rhythm as her mangalsutra. Her big round ass looked so obscene bouncing up and down on the old Arab's slim thighs.

Mayank slumped on the bed defeated and stared at the screen. For the next fifteen minutes, he watched his wife holler through three more orgasms as she and her geriatric lover tried different positions. The one Mayank found the most obscene was when Bashir pummeled her cunt holding her by the legs on the floor while she supported herself on her palms, like a wheelbarrow.

After what seemed like an eternity, Bashir finally shot his load into his wife's well fucked cunt, leaving her whimpering and slobbering on the bed with the juices running down her thighs.

Mayank watched defeated as his wife lay there with half closed eyes, staring at the ceiling, with an obviously blissful look on her face.

"Should I turn it off?" Musa asked.

"Leave it on. I want to see what else my slut wife is capable of. I will need to document it all in the divorce filing." Mayank said angrily.

"For your own sake, I advise you don't watch anymore. It will be even more unpalatable."

"What do you mean?"

"She is not the first woman the sheikh has bedded this way and she won't be the last. I can tell you exactly what will happen next if you keep watching."

"What?"

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"She is exhausted, so she will go to sleep naked, cuddling with the sheikh. But he has woken up an animal inside her. What will happen next is that in an hour, maybe two, she will wake up refreshed. And then she will be the one initiating the sex. Do you think you could handle that?"

"That won't happen." Mayank said, trying to convince himself.

"It will. Regardless, my job here is done. So I am going back to my quarters. If you need anything. call the night staff by hitting zero. I will see you in the morning."

Musa left as Mayank sat on the bed watching as Bashir climbed on the bed and cuddled with his wife, just as Musa had predicted. They fell asleep soon. Mayank however couldn't sleep at all. And kept staring at the screens.

Mayank was passed out drunk when Musa came to wake him up in the morning.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"The sheikh would like you to join him and his concubine for breakfast." Musa said, opening the curtains.

It took Mayank a few seconds to realize that he was talking about his wife.

"She is not his concubine. She is still my wife." he said testily.

"So did you keep watching?" Musa asked.

"Yes."

"And was I right?"

Mayank didn't say anything.

"How did she wake him up when she initiated sex? With her hands or her mouth?"

"With her mouth." Mayank angrily said. He had watched horrified as Divya woke up, got on all fours, and started sucking Bashir's dick. He then woke up and fucked her again in several positions for an hour, making her cum multiple times.

After that when Divya went to the bathroom, Bashir had picked up a remote and turned the cameras off. Mayank didn't know what had happened since but he had fallen asleep for a couple of hours.

Mayank got ready and followed Musa to the dining room. Bashir was sitting at the head of the table with a plate setting in front of him.

"You asshole." Mayank angrily lunged at him, but was easily restrained by Musa who forced him to sit down at the other end of the table. Musa stood by him with a firm hand on his shoulder to prevent any more outbursts.

"Where is my wife?" he angrily asked.

"She is getting us breakfast." Bashir calmly said. He was dressed in his traditional garb again. He slipped an envelope across the table. It came to a stop at Mayank's fingertips.

"What is this?" he asked.

"The price of your integrity. A banker's check for 50 million USD as promised." Bashir said.

Mayank tore the envelope open and looked at the check. It seemed genuine. At least he had gotten the money he had made this hellacious trip for. Now all that remained was to fetch his slutty wife, take her home and divorce her cheating ass.

"There she comes." Bashir said.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Mayank's eyes almost popped out of their socket when he saw his wife. He tried to get up from the seat but Musa easily held him down.

The woman who walked in with a tray in her hand looked like Divya. But seemed like a completely different person. She was wearing a black hijab wrapped around her head, with only her face showing. the hijab ended at her shoulder. Under that, she was wearing only a skimpy red apron. And was naked other than that. Her naked ass was in full view of everyone, including Musa and a couple of other servants milling around. And half of each breast was spilling out from the front of the apron.

Without making eye contact with Mayank, she put a plate of meat and eggs in front of Bashir. Then, staring at the floor, walked towards her husband and placed a plate of vegetable sandwiches in front of him.

"DIVYA!! WHAT NONSENSE IS THIS? GET DRESSED AND COME HOME!!"

Divya kept her eyes on the floor and walked back to where Bashir was. Then taking her apron off, and fully naked except for the hijab, she sat on his lap. Her ample buttocks spilled over the side of the sheikh's thighs and parted, exposing even more of her to the servants.

"She is home, Mr. Vyas." Bashir said. "She was lost until now."

"Divya, I am warning you." Mayank said, seething under Musa's grip. "Get off that man's lap and come here. And take off that ridiculous scarf."

Divya still couldn't make eye contact. She whispered something in Bashir's ear. He nodded and slipped another envelope, a bigger one, across the table.

"What the fuck is this now?" Mayank asked, opening the envelope.

"Divorce papers." Bashir calmly said.

The revelation hit Mayank like a ton of bricks. She was the one who had cheated on him. He was the one who should be divorcing her, not the other way round.

"What????"

"You yourself told Musa that you'd be filing for divorce. This just makes things easier."

Mayank sat there, processing everything. His naked wife with a hijab on this old Arab's lap. The fifty million dollar check. The divorce papers. He put his hand on his throbbing head and said,

"Is he forcing you to do this?" Mayank asked.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Divya didn't say anything.

"ANSWER ME, YOU WHORE!!" Mayank thumped his fist on the table.

"NO!" Divya loudly said and looked up and met her husband's gaze.

"But...why?"

"What do you care? You have your money." Divya finally found the voice to talk back to her husband.

"But Divya...I...he...he tricked me! And you! He told me that..."

"Yes, I know everything. He came clean in the morning. He showed me a tape of the conversation you had with him in the study. And then told me that you had watched the whole thing on cctv last night."

"Divya...I tried to..."

"Yes, Musa told me you tried to stop it all. But it was too late, Mayank. Once you decided to whore your wife out for money, you can't take it back."

"And what about you? Didn't you do the deed initially for money, you slut?" Mayank spat out the last word.

Divya looked at Mayank with a sad smile.

"You mean it as an insult. But you have hit upon the truth. I am a slut. That's the epiphany I have had today. I have been denying who I am for ages. I thought I could deprive myself of my needs for the sake of this marriage. For the sake of a loving husband. But if the husband himself decides to be like Yudhishthir betting his wife for monetary gains...then what was I even fighting for?"

Mayank was shocked to hear his wife talk in such clear and concise terms. Here he had come planning to dump her. And she was dumping him. And saying the most incredible things.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"Divya...come on...you're not thinking straight." he said, second guessing his original anger. "This isn't you. He manipulated us. And one night spent with him for the sake of the family doesn't make you a slut."

"You're right. It doesn't. Giving naked blowjobs to the net cafe owner back in India was what first made me a slut."

"WHAT??"

"Remember that snorkeling trip? While you were out exploring the reef, I was getting fucked by the boat captain. And loving it."

"Nooooooo..." Mayank felt a deep gorge forming in his stomach.

"After your drunken night in the casino, I had a threesome with Chad and Kelly on the beach. Then walked back naked in the view of dozens of guests. If you hadn't cut our trip short, who knows how many others would have mounted me like a randy bitch." her voice was so calm.

"Divya...you're lying just to hurt me."

"I was lying, Mayank. Lying to myself when I thought I could reform and make it work after coming to Texas. But you know who fucked me here before I even met Sheikh Bashir?"

"..." Mayank had no words.

"Your driver Jose."

"Nooooooo..." Mayank's head was spinning at these revelations.

"And Patel, the grocery store owner who fucked me in his store room while I sucked off half a dozen of his employees."

Mayank covered his face with his hands and started crying.

"Stop." he finally said.

There was silence in the room except for Mayank's sobs for the next few minutes. Finally he picked up the divorce papers and started signing them.

"So what now...you're his new wife?" he bitterly asked.

"Not necessarily." Divya said, putting her arm around Bashir's neck. Her huge breasts swayed elegantly.

"And what's with the hijab? You're converting?"

"No. This was just something for a roleplay." Divya unraveled the hijab and threw it on the table making her thick hair fall around her tits.

"You're not welcome back once you realize what a huge mistake you're making." Mayank said, signing all the sheets of paper and getting up.

"I realize that."