Adultery MY INDIAN SLUT WIFE

[Sr. Diablo]

Hey guys, It's me, Senor Diablo,

Disclaimer :

This story is pure fiction. The characters in the story are people from real life and most of the surroundings are very much real. However, nothing that transpires between them in the story is real; even if it was they would have never admitted it.

This a cuckold story. A cuckold is a husband who receives vicarious pleasure from his partner having sex with other men. If this is not your thing, please stop offending yourself and move on.

By reading this story, you are committing an act of perversion and there are no better or worse kinds of perversions, only the ones that you like and the ones that you don't like.

This story explores the husband-wife-and-another-man-or-men relationship where the husband is not equal of the wife in the relationship and the wife gravitates to other man (or men) for sex. Wife prefers having deep, intimate bond with other man (or men) for prolonged periods of time and gives it more importance than her relationship with the husband. If this is not your thing, please stop offending yourself and move on.

You have been warned!

 

[Sr. Diablo]

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[Sr. Diablo]

UPDATE - 1​

I get into trouble at work, and my wife Vidya has sex with my boss to save me.........


My name is Rajesh Mathur and I was in deep trouble at work. I was making ends meet, but barely. I work at a large family owned Indian company on the outskirts of Pune that manufactures electronics for security systems. I had recently been made permanent, and given a raise for my 4 years of hard work as an engineer, and immediately after that I had purchased a large house and a bigger car. I knew I was stretched financially with the mortgage and a car loan, but as long as I was employed, I was fine.

My company had recently gone global, with offices in Korea and Sri Lanka, and I had worked my way up the corporate ladder and was a valued engineer, so I didn't realize my job would ever be in jeopardy. Now, suddenly, I was in danger of losing my house, my car, everything!
It was my asshole of a boss, Gaurav. We were working on a project and Gaurav was the project lead. He was also the Vice President of the company, and he had made a series of bad deals with a foreign collaborator. Parts were ordered and paid for, but the quality delivered was below par. There were also rumours that Gaurav took kickbacks to seal that deal.

However, the deal was for engineering equipment, and as the senior engineer on this project the order had my authorization on it (not his), and now he was going to put all the blame on me. And even though everyone in the head office knew whose fault it really was, no one would come to my aid -- because Gaurav, my boss, was also engaged to Devika Sarun, the daughter of the owner of the company, Mr. Hemant Sarun himself.
No one would publicly go against the owner's daughter's fiancé. One of the Board of Directors who liked me took me into confidence and urged me to find a solution quickly. If I could find proof of the kickbacks, he told me, I was safe.

If I thought my wife Vidya was not going to be happy when I would break the news to her, I underestimated the situation. She was furious.

"How could you have put us into this situation?" She screamed at me. "I can't believe you would sign papers without knowing what your turd shit of a boss was doing!"
"Honey, please calm down. I will try to find a solution."
"How?" Vidya knew our financial situation. "Our savings are close to zero and we are living essentially hand-to-mouth. Everyone in your company will kiss Gaurav's ass and you will be the one put on the firing line. And with this huge mortgage, even if I get a job it will never match what you earn now."
I knew what she said was correct.
Vidya was a housewife. She wasn't employed, and until recently, with my salary, there was no need for her to work. She did run a small home business of designing and selling inexpensive jewellery and accessories for women through the internet, but that was more of a hobby than any serious employment.
"Honey," I tried to pacify her. "Devika, the daughter of the owner, Gaurav's fiancée, thinks he's an angel. If only I could find some way to expose Gaurav to her and her father, then he would be gone, and they would be forced to keep me to repair the damage. It's an engineering project and they need me."
"Hmm," was Vidya's terse reply.

I spent the next few days trying to figure out how to expose Gaurav. I knew I had to do it without any help from the Board of Directors. I went over all the deals, but there was no legal proof of his involvement or of any kickbacks. Every night Vidya would force me to recount all of the happenings of the day, and I would have to confess to her of my futile efforts. It wasn't looking good.

I also tried to find evidences of Gaurav's philandering. We all knew he fancied himself a ladies man, and during the company trip to Goa when his fiancée couldn't join us, there were rumours of two or three girls in his room at night. However, no one would testify to anything and the matter died there. Nevertheless, even this was an exercise in uselessness. Gaurav was simply too careful, and he had too much on the line, to leave any evidence of his infidelity lying around.

After the fifth night, with me at my wit's end and Vidya unable to sleep, she just blurted out, "I should just go to bed with him, and you can tape it and show it to his fiancée!"

I froze, and gazed at my wife to see if she was joking.

Here, I should pause and take a few minutes to tell you about my wife Vidya.

I feel very lucky to have a beautiful goddess like Vidya as my wife. At 5'8", Vidya stood taller than most Indian women. She was my height, and that too without heels. She kept herself fit with regular exercise. Her breasts were slightly bigger than average, and she had wide hips and a broad ass. When she walked past any construction site, she always attracted whistles and catcalls, and when we went clubbing, men often hit on her, sometimes in front of me, asking her out for a "sexy time".

When she wore a sari, Vidya could rival any Bollywood actress. Since Vidya was voluptuous, she loved to wear tight clothes that showed off her curves. Vidya usually wore a flimsy almost see-through blouse with no bra, and thin chiffon saris that left her ample midriff bare. She loved to flaunt her toned tummy and her navel. Several times this factor has gotten us better service at restaurants as waiters would rush to serve us, just to catch a glimpse of her fabulous boobs constrained against a tight blouse, or the sight of a perfect milky white belly. When I would go shopping with her, sometimes I let her walk ahead, just so I could catch other men checking her out, their gaze fixated lustfully on her sashaying buttocks which her sari would tightly cling to.
I knew Vidya was no virgin when we got married, whereas I was (Vidya is my one and only). Ours was a quick courtship -- we dated very briefly -- yet Vidya made sure I knew what I was getting into. In her own words, she was a prime slut and a "randi" (crude Hindi for 'slut') at college.


"I probably had more guys deposit their cum in me in a week than most women have in their whole lives." She once told me, when I had asked. "In college my legs were open to many. I loved to fuck and had a string of lovers, and I was used by everyone -- from the students to some of professors to even a couple of the night time security guards."

Sometimes, when we would meet up with her old friends, in particular her best friend Lata, new tales would emerge of the legendary Vidya Sharma (her maiden name) and her sexual exploits at college.

Of how once, when partying after exams, in a shady night club, a Pathan guy Lata had been seeing for a week had alleged that he had the biggest dick amongst all students on campus, and how no girl had ever managed to take it all in her mouth at once. Vidya had immediately challenged him, and in front of her friend Lata had not only gone down on him then and there, she managed to swallow his monster cock completely (Vidya could deep throat like no one else -- she was a born cocksucker). Not only did she blow him, and suck every drop, but cheered on by Lata, Vidya had immediately turned around, pulled down her pants and bent over, presenting her bum to him. The Pathan (and three of his friends) spent the night with her and Lata, fucking them in the ass (and other holes) all night.

These stories, and many others, I had gotten from Lata, and from Vidya herself. For example, there was Vidya's college cricket team. Vidya had invited all these guys who were on the cricket team when she was in college -- all fifteen of them -- to our wedding. When we were standing on the dais for a group photo, Vidya had leaned in and whispered to me, "Take a good look at all these guys, honey. Each of these guys knows my pussy better than you!"


My jaw must have dropped, for Vidya grinned, discretely pinched my butts and continued, "In my last term in university, there was this big final match. I was seeing the coach at that time. He promised the team that I would be the celebratory fuck if the team would win -- and they did! After the victory party, every one of these boys lined up to get a blow job from me, and the guy who was Man of the Match had the first use of my pussy. Say hello to the guys who have fucked your wife before you, honey."

It was quite surreal as each guy shook my hand to congratulate me, and gave a beaming Vidya a peck on her cheeks, to know that each of them knew Vidya's intimate folds, and I, her husband, was still not granted that privilege.

So that was my Vidya. However, in our two and half years of marriage, she has been the ideal wife. She was polite and dutiful to my parents, loving and respectful to my family, a real fun person to be around with friends, and a real wild tigress in bed.

Mrs. Vidya Mathur.

I still could not believe I had landed such a hot desi maal as my wife.
I have no shame in admitting that Vidya controls every aspect of my life -- and I happily let her. What man would mind, knowing that such a sex goddess was awaiting him in bed every night? Vidya wanted sex, and she wanted it often. I was clumsy at first, and used to cum quickly, but she patiently trained me to build up my stamina and staying power. Vidya knew all the tricks and she wasn't afraid of trying new things. Recently we started experimenting with light BDSM, and so sometimes Vidya would spank me in bed, and other times she would have me lick her feet. I was simply happy to do whatever I could to give her pleasure.

Vidya had developed one strange fetish one year into our marriage -- that I was only too happy to indulge -- she would insist I undress completely before I came to her. Unless I was completely naked, she would not even take off a stich of her clothes.

She used to read erotica, It was about a boy who was treated as a slave boy by his maid servants in his own house, and who used to be kept pretty much naked around the house by his maids. Since then, Vidya decided she too would like me to be naked in the bedroom at all times.

"It gives me pleasure to have a naked boy toy to play with." She would tell me, rubbing my phallus as I stood naked before her. Usually Vidya would "inspect" me, playing with my balls and slightly patting my bum. After that I would get into bed and we would cuddle and make out, and then I would finger Vidya to an orgasm. Only then, and not before, was I was allowed to mount her. I didn't mind -- I liked being naked while she was still in her clothes, it added to my sense of giving her complete pleasure. And Vidya would reciprocate by giving me mind blowing sex.

In these two and half years, Vidya had also remained faithful to me and our marriage. I admit at first I was worried when I found out about Vidya's exploits. How could I satisfy such an insatiable woman? It's not that she didn't get a chance to -- if she wanted she could commit adultery every day. As I said, men hit on her all the time. Vidya however herself put all my doubts to rest.

"Why would I have an affair, honey?" She told me on our first anniversary, when, after treating her to a romantic dinner, I thanked her for remaining faithful. "The day I married you, I gained a lover who is content in pleasing me. You listen to me, you obey me, you serve me, and you give me pleasure. Why would I throw it all away?"

"But," I countered, "All those ... guys ... who made love to you ..."

"You mean all those guys who fucked me?" Vidya was blunt. I could see a twinkle in her eye.

"Er ... yes. And you yourself told me they were ... er ... quite larger than me. Don't you miss that?"

"Honey!" Vidya had leaned over the table and kissed me deeply, before continuing, "It's true that your penis is very small, and I have had larger. However, all those years I used to do what others wanted me to do. I derived my pleasure from their pleasure. Now, at last, I have a man who is intent on giving me pleasure, who derives his satisfaction from satisfying me. Honey, I love you, and I would never betray you."
We abandoned our dinner, returned to our house and had mind-blowing sex.

Later that night, as we lay on the bed (and as usual, I was completely naked while Vidya still had her bra on), my wife turned to me and asked, "Rajesh, what would you do if I did stray from our marriage?"

"I ... I ...." I was temporarily at a loss for words.
"Let's say," Vidya turned to me, moved her hand gently down my body and started to knead my balls. "Let's say you come home early from work one day, unannounced, and enter the house to give me a surprise. You hear strange noises coming from the bedroom."

"Go ... on." I managed to croak as Vidya started to rub her fingers gently on my penis.

"Someone is moaning, grunting, and as you approach the door, you hear the bed creaking." Vidya was now stroking my dick, which was fully turgid. "And now, Rajesh, you fear the worst. Someone has gotten into the house, is with your wife in the bedroom, and ... well you know, so you creep to the door, ready to burst in."

Vidya paused her story to take off her bra. She then parted her legs and asked me to move into position and start licking her. That was another great thing about sex with Vidya. It was efficient -- there was no time spent trying to understand what she wanted via "subtle hints". Vidya knew what she wanted, and she would tell you. Right now it was "Lick my cunt, honey."

As I started to lap at her glistening cunt, and rub my throbbing hardness against her foot, Vidya continued her story.

"What would you do Rajesh, when you slowly open the door and find me lying on my back on the bed, eyes closed with ecstasy, legs up in the air, and a dark skinned brawny guy between my legs, thrusting his manhood into me, again and again?"
"I ... I don't really know, Vidya ... why do you ask?" I moved up and started to suck her nipples.

"Imagine," Gently twisting my ears, Vidya continued, "A big, dark rod going in-and-out, in-and-out, into my pussy. You know your puny little dick is no competition to this giant. And all the while I am being fucked by this guy, I am shouting, 'Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oh yes! OH MY GOD! You are so much bigger than my husband! You are reaching deeper into me than he can ever do! OH YES! This is what a real cock feels like!'"
I was breathing hard now, and so was Vidya. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up so that our mouths met in a deep, long, wet kiss. My hard penis slid into her well lubricated pussy. I was now thrusting deep and hard into her while she buckled under my pounding.

"Oh, yes! Oh yes! What would you do Rajesh? Would you be man enough to step in and pull your wife's secret lover away from her? Or would you stand in the doorway and watch, while you wank yourself? Would you continue to watch while my lover pushed himself as deep as he could into me? Would you continue to jack off as this man cuckolds you, his balls slapping against me as he fucks me harder and harder? The moment when he finally deposits his load further into me than you can ever do? OH YES!"

We both exploded simultaneously for twenty seconds of raw, intense, violent frenzy. I just came and came. It was pretty much the best sex we ever had. From then on, Vidya would occasionally use her "cheating scenario" to spice up our sex life. Sometimes when we would be having sex, she would pretend some other guy (with a larger appendage, obviously) was fucking her. Other times, she would take the name of Mohan. I knew Mohan was the guy in Vidya's college who had the largest sized dick, according to her. So when I would be thrusting into her, Vidya would tell me what Mohan used to do to her, getting more and more specific, until I would explode in her.

So, coming back to the present, when Vidya suggested she seduce Gaurav, I looked at her to see if she was joking, or starting another sexual game.
"What are you saying, honey?" I asked her.

"Imagine," Vidya's eyes lit up as she considered her plan, "You are so good at those electronics stuff; you could probably fit a few cameras discretely in this house. We could invite Gaurav to watch an IPL, or some other cricket match, here. He doesn't even know you are trying to uncover proof against him. And once he's here, you make some excuse and leave, and bam! I seduce him, he fucks me, and we have him by the balls!"

"But ... but ..." I stammered. "Another man ... will be having ... sex with you ... honey ..." I trailed off.
Vidya looked at me, and suddenly she was hugging me.

"Oh my darling! Oh my love! I was only joking! Oh sugar pie, my cream pie! Please forgive me!"
How could I remain mad at her, especially when she was covering me with kisses!
"By the way," Vidya told me with a twinkle in her eye, "your mind says you don't like me fucking your boss, but your soldier doesn't think so." She pointed at my penis and laughed.

I laughed too. As Vidya had detailed how she would have seduced Gaurav, my "soldier", as Vidya had put it, "stood at attention". The thought of Gaurav and Vidya was rapidly turning me on. Vidya smiled and started to stroke my shaft.
"Darling," She said. "You have a lot on your mind, so let me be your slave fuck tonight."

Vidya stood up, gave me a little bow, placed her hand on her hips and then continued in her best 'little-girl' voice, "Master! What would please you more? Would you like a blowjob, or a quickie fuck, or would you rather shove your thingy into my ass? Or do you want all three?" She licked her lips tauntingly.

Oh God I loved this woman. By the end of the night I was one drained man.
The next day I called work and told them I was sick. I used the time to visit my lawyer. We went over all the documents but in the end -- his verdict was the same. Gaurav had me by the balls. All the paperwork pointed it as my fault. I then visited three members from the Board that I knew liked me personally. They all said the same thing.

"Find some proof, and then we will back you up. Without any evidence, we can't go against the owner's future son-in-law."
Dejected, I headed home.

"Babydoll," Vidya admonished me, as I was getting into bed after dinner. "You haven't removed your clothes."
"Oh yes." I mumbled an apology and started to undress. Ever since Vidya had implemented the CFNM (Clothed Female Naked Male) policy (a term I didn't even know existed until Vidya pointed it out), I had gotten used to sleeping in the nude. Yet all this work stress was driving me to distraction. Stripping off my underwear, I slipped into the covers in the buff and snuggled against Vidya, burying my face into her ample bosom.
After sometime, we began to make out. I moved into position and started to finger Vidya. To my astonishment, I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties, and she was dripping like a faucet. Vidya wrapped her hands around my dick and started to tug at it. We were soon locked in a passionate embrace as I rubbed against her.


"Imagine," Vidya murmured into my ears. "You are sitting on a chair, inside our walk-in closet. There's a small hole, and you are watching the bed. Your marital bed."

"Mmmm...." I ran my tongue deep inside her mouth.

I knew what closet she was talking about. Our bedroom had a huge walk-in closet. If you shut the door, you wouldn't know it was there -- it looked just like another cabinet door (or as they call it in India, an "almirah" door). Behind it, however, was a whole room where Vidya stored her bounteous wardrobe.

more updates are coming, stay tuned..........

 

[Sr. Diablo]

UPDATE - 2​

"Imagine," Vidya was now stroking the back of my head as I rubbed my penis against her thighs. "You are watching me, secretly, on bed. And I am with Gaurav. I am licking his balls. I take one testicle into my mouth, gently suck on it, then I take the other, before rubbing my tongue across his scrotum."
Vidya was now panting, sweat forming in beads on her forehead as I slowly got into position to enter her.

She continued, "You can see Gaurav's body. He is fit, with ripped abs, and he doesn't have the slight paunch you have. And you can see his dick, hard, turgid, the blood flowing in the veins as I kiss his manhood. And then, I lie on my back, part my legs, look at him in the eye and tell him, 'take me, Gaurav, let me feel a real man, fuck me'. And he does!"

I slid my penis into Vidya, and slowly started to pump her.

"Imagine," Vidya's eyes was shut and her body writhed in spasms of pre-orgasm pleasure. "Imagine his throbbing member sliding deep into me as he nibbles at my neck, while his hands pay homage to my breasts. He's cuckolding you, on your marital bed, and you are letting him, watching and jacking off while hiding in the closet like a sick little pervert as another man ravishes your wife."
I was now pumping Vidya furiously. Suddenly, I felt her tap my butt.

"Honey, stop."
"But, Vidya, I ..." I was so close to coming.
"Honey, STOP!"
SPANK!

I felt a sharp smack on my butt. Immediately I stopped moving. My dick, which was burrowed into Vidya's innermost folds, was rapidly becoming flaccid, and I lay there, panting while Vidya calmly stroked my head.

"Think, honey." Vidya's voice was contemplative, in between kissing my cheeks. "This could solve all our problems."

For a second I held her gaze. She was serious, I recognized. And I want her to do it, I realized that fact as well. Not only can it get us out of the jam, I actually want her to sleep with another man. It's an incredible turn on for me. I cast my eyes away, ashamed to meet her gaze.

"I know I can seduce him into having sex with me here." Vidya spoke swiftly. "And you are a smart cookie, I am sure you can fit hidden cameras in the living room and in our bedroom."

I nodded. In spite of myself, I could feel myself getting hard again.
"This is our only way out." Vidya told me. "Nothing else will work, and you know it. I am your wife, and our family's welfare is my concern. For the sake of our family, it is my duty to pleasure your boss, and then we can send the tape to his fiancée."
As Vidya started to detail her plan, how she would seduce him, what she would wear to look enticing, I started to grind against her. Vidya now knew she had my blessing.

"It would be best if it's during the day." Vidya was thinking ahead. "That way you can leave us for an hour or so -- just enough time for him to fuck me once or twice. And the videos we take can be clear too -- lots of light."
I was now humping Vidya with vigour.

"Please don't think I am doing this willingly." Vidya declared, as I started to fuck her in earnest. "You know I would rather be faithful to you, my pet. After a long time, I will be seeing, and feeling, another big cock inside me. After a long time, another man will use me as his cum dump. You will watch helplessly while another man violates your wife. And I will have no control of how Gaurav wants to take me. He may rape my pussy or cum in my mouth, or he may decide he wants to drill my ass. I have to serve him in whatever way he wants for our plan to succeed."

I was now this close to an orgasm. For so long I have only heard of other men copulating with my wife, now there was a good chance I was going to see it.
"However," Vidya's voice suddenly grew remorseful, "I only have one worry."

I stopped pounding her. "What is it, my love?" I asked her, cupping her cheeks with my hand.

"Will you accept me as your wife, even after Gaurav dishonors me? Even after I do everything to please him, even after I commit adultery, will you take me back as your Vidya?"
I exploded in her on the next stroke, flooding her with cum, and Vidya had her answer. She kissed me and made wild passionate love to me all night.
We made our plans quickly. Almost too quickly, I later realized. It was surreal how calmly I was trying to ensure another man would sleep with my wife. The next morning at work, I invited Gaurav to come to my house on Sunday afternoon to watch a cricket game. India was playing Australia in a T20 match.

"Sir, you can please come early," I told Gaurav, using the respectful term 'sir' that we Indians use to address our superiors at work. "We could do lunch and then watch the game."


There were two dangers to this plan. One -- he could invite other guys and two -- he could bring his fiancée along. Both actions would, of course, ruin our plans. So I made sure of one additional detail. I told him my wife really wanted to meet my boss in person as she has heard a lot about him from me (this was true!) and no one could make chicken biryani like my wife (this was also true). And then I asked him if he has ever met my wife at any company function. While Gaurav struggled to recall my wife, I took out my smart phone to show him a picture of Vidya -- "to help him recall".

This had been Vidya's idea -- and it was a masterstroke. The picture was one of the sexiest yet classy pictures of Vidya that we had. She was wearing a designer sari, and the pallu was shifted to one side so her bare waist is seen, along with her navel. She was looking very suggestively at the camera, and her mouth was twisted in an 'O' moment. In reality, just as her picture was being taken, I had pinched her fleshy buttocks, and the image snapped had her 'surprised' look. But here, to a pervert mind like Gaurav's, it looked like someone had just drilled his huge fuck rod into her, or she was getting ready to orally serve the cameraman. Either way, it was a picture that while classy enough to be on my smart phone, was also sexy enough to tickle Gaurav's fancy.

Yes, he would come to my house on Sunday. And no, his fiancée would not be able to make it, she's not really into cricket and would get bored. He examined the picture for a long time, zooming in and out of her face, ("to see if it jogs my memory", he said) and reluctantly gave me my phone back.
"Thank you, Sir. Your visit to my humble home will only increase our honour." I exited his office, elated.

I called Vidya immediately and informed her about Gaurav. Then I got to work. Carefully I called a bunch of our suppliers for some equipment. I took off from work early, picked up my merchandise, went home and got to work. I installed a close circuit camera system in my living room (which had the huge television and multiple sofa sets for the viewers) and another in my bed room. I used high definition sound activated cameras that could all be controlled wirelessly from my iPad. Calling upon a lifetime of experience engineering and designing electrical systems, I carefully concealed the multiple cameras behind walls, picture frames, flowerpots and cupboards. We had three days to the weekend, and Vidya and I thoroughly tested the system. I fucked her on the sofa, I slapped her butts, I fucked her at the entrance to the bedoom, I called her a 'randi' and 'chudail', I fucked her on our marital bed, I made her give me a blow job in the living room -- all likely scenarios with my boss -- and the cameras recorded all of them perfectly.


On Sunday, Gaurav arrived right on time. I opened the door and welcomed him.
"Welcome, Sir, welcome to my lowly abode."
"Thank you, Rajesh. Here, I brought something for your lovely wife, since it is my first time here."
"Why, thank you, Sir!"
It was a little pouch, and I told Gaurav he can give it himself to my wife when he meets her.
It's easy to see why Gaurav was considered a ladies' man. He was over six feet tall, easily towering over me. He was built -- he went to the gym to lift weights regularly and it showed. He wore clothes that fit him well, and he had the money to splurge on expensive clothes. He had a handsome face, with hair well groomed, and an easy demeanor. He was a little fair skinned for Vidya's taste (my wife preferred her men darker), but he knew how to lay on the charm when needed.

We went and sat in the living room sofa, and I switched on the TV. Gaurav was uneasy, and he kept looking around.
"Is your beautiful wife not here, Rajesh?" He finally asked me. "I was hoping to meet the two of you."
You will notice how he was already describing my wife as 'lovely' and 'beautiful', to my face. He knew I was his boss and I would just accept it and not say anything.

"Yes, sir, she is here. She is getting ready." I told him, "It is her first time meeting my boss, so I think she wanted to take proper time to look presentable. Why, there she is!"

Both of us turned to see Vidya descend down the stairs. She looked like an Indian man's wet dream. She wore a low cut blue sleeveless blouse (with noodle straps) that barely contained her breasts. The blouse had a plunging neckline, giving anyone an abundant view of her cleavage. She had chosen a yellow chiffon sari, of thin, translucent material, to complement the blouse, with sequin designer patterns on the border. Her hair was flowing loose to her hips. The pallu of her sari was shifted over to one side, and Vidya had tucked her sari an inch below the navel. This gave a great view of her fleshy, milk white belly. Her large eyes had a look of innocence in them, and a smile was ever present on her thick, luscious, pouting lips. I also knew that Vidya's undergarments were chosen with great care -- underneath her blouse she was wearing a flimsy bra that hardly covered her areoles, while her panty could be best described as a thong. She had gold earrings on, a small bindi on her forehead, and her mangalsutra (a necklace all married women wear in India).

When she had been getting ready, I had asked her why she was wearing the mangalsutra.
"You are going to seduce Gaurav into bed," I told her, still not able to say 'into fucking you', "So why do you need the mangalsutra? Isn't it better to be without it for today?"

"You don't understand." Vidya informed me confidently. "The mangalsutra will help me. When Gaurav is fucking me, part of the charm will be that he is taking purity of the wife of another man. I am the wife of his employee, someone who is duty bound to obey his orders. The mangalsutra will enforce the fact that he is going to defile me, behind your back, in your house, on your bed, while you will come back and continue to obey his orders ... it will add to the enticement."

I would later learn that Vidya was absolutely correct. Right now, Gaurav stared and stared at my wife while she came down the stairs to welcome him. As Vidya walked, Gaurav's eyes remained fixated on her mammary glands, which were seemingly trying to free themselves from the contours of her blouse. If Vidya had noticed Gaurav staring at her boobs she gave no indication. She greeted Gaurav warmly with a kiss on each cheek. He seemed a bit surprised at the Western style of greeting (we Indians are usually quite shy about this) and I could see a bulge forming near his crotch.

We all sat down in the sofa, and Vidya got some juice for all of us. She made sure to bend down sufficiently while serving Gaurav, holding her pose. Gaurav stared unabashedly at her cleavage, before hastily averting his eyes away.


"Vidya," I told her, "Sir has brought a gift for you."
"Oh!" Vidya squealed like a little girl. "You didn't have to, Gauravji! It really is our pleasure to serve you at our house."
"Nonsense." Gaurav dismissed her objections gallantly. "It is my culture. When I visit a house for the first time, I always have a gift for the malkin of the house, especially a lady whose beauty knows no bounds."
It was a small locket with a gold pendant, the type of necklace that could be given as a gift that, while not being expensive enough to cause problems in accepting it, was still expensive enough to be impressive.
Vidya had an idea.
"Why don't you put it on me, Gauravji? It is your gift; it is only your right."
"Yes, Sir, please!" I played along. "Why don't you put the necklace around my wife's neck? Her beauty would be multiplied ten times with your gift if you put it on her yourself."


Vidya gave me a quick angry look. Don't overdo it, she sternly told me with her eyes. Needing no second invitation, Gaurav got up and stood behind Vidya. Fumbling, he unclasped the necklace and lowered the pendant on to her cleavage. His hands were now resting on top of her shoulders as he adjusted the locket. Was it my imagination or did he gently caress the top of her breasts? I heard Vidya give a small sigh. Gaurav then adjusted the end of the locket and went behind her neck to fasten the clip. I could see a noticeable bulge now in his trousers, and he was now pressing his hardness against my wife's ass cheeks. My own cock twitched at the erotic scene being played out in front of me. It was almost as if I wasn't there, and Vidya and Gaurav were playing a sexual game of cat and mouse that would ultimately lead them both to my marital bedroom.

We had lunch, with Vidya taking particular care of Gaurav. She would listen to everything he had to say as if she was fascinated, and often complimented him with "that's so funny, Gauravji."
"Oh, don't call me Gauravji." Gaurav told her, flustered. We Indians add 'ji' to someone as a mark of respect. "I am here as a friend; there should be no formalities."
"But you are my husband's boss," Vidya replied in her innocent voice. "You are his superior. He obeys you and answers to you. I have to call you ji."
After lunch, I was helping Vidya clean up in the kitchen while Gaurav watch the TV in the living room. I asked her if she was still willing to go through with it.
"Oh, absolutely." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "When he put the necklace on me, did you see him trying to cop a feel of my tits? He was as hard as a rock, I could feel him against my buttocks."

"I see," I answered helplessly. "Anything I can do, dear?"
Vidya smiled.

"Nope, darling. You do what I instructed you to do. Just get out of here quickly and let me handle the sex part."
There was still some time left for the start of the match, so Vidya and I joined Gaurav on the sofa in the living room. My boss by this time was quite besotted with Vidya. He complimented her on her cooking, he complimented her looks and her fashion sense and the decoration of the house, and Vidya was lapping it up.


She brought some sweets and drinks and placed it on the table in front of the sofa. She was careful to lean in front of Gaurav when she served him, giving him a good look at her barely covered assets. She then sat down on the sofa beside us. In the order of seating it was me, Gaurav and Vidya. Gaurav's eyes went back to Vidya's bust, as she heaved her bosom from being tired from the kitchen work. Once again he complimented her on keeping herself fit, and Vidya smiled and replied as a wife that was her basic duty -- to look good for her husband. Just then, my cell phone rang.


It was all planned, of course. I had set it on a timer, and it just played a tune. To someone not in the know, it would appear that my phone was ringing. I "picked it up" and pretended to have a conversation with someone on the other end.

"Bad news, Sir," I told him, "ending" my phone call. "I'm needed at the office right away. A new shipment has come from Korea, and they again have quality issues. I have to go take a look immediately."
"Oh, I'll come with you." Gaurav also stood up.
"I ... I ..." I was frozen in panic. Our jig was up. There was no call, there was no shipment.
It was Vidya's quick thinking that saved the day.
"Rajesh, is the problem an engineering one?" She asked me.
"Yes, dear."
"Then you should be able to handle it on your own without your boss being present, right?" When I nodded in the affirmative she continued, "After all, Gauravji is our guest here, and it is our duty to entertain him properly. Also, I need someone to explain all these complicated cricket rules to me."
"That's right," I told Gaurav. "It's a simple thing to take care of, Sir. I will go, and I should be back in a couple of hours. Besides, Sir, you can give my wife company."


Gaurav took one look at a seductively pouting Vidya, and decided I was smart enough to handle the problem on my own.
"You are right." Gaurav spoke to my wife, ignoring me completely. "If my lovely hostess has done so much for me today, it is only right that I give her company now while her husband has to deal with this issue."

With that, I was dismissed. I bid them adieu. I tiptoed to the main door, opened it, and shut it loudly so as to create the appearance that I had left. While Vidya kept my boss distracted with idle chit chat, making sure he didn't see me, I walked back into the kitchen. I shut off my cellphone so no one could ring me.

My iPad was there and I switched on the camera app program. I could see that Vidya and Gaurav were talking on the sofa. He said something that made Vidya throw her head back and laugh. Her pallu kept falling across one shoulder, and Vidya would adjust it while giving Gaurav ample opportunity to check her out. Occasionally his hands would slide down and rest on her thigh as he made a point in the conversation -- and I noticed Vidya would ignore the hand completely. After sometime, Gaurav got bolder and moved a little closer to Vidya, one arm on her thigh and another holding her hand.


I checked that the sound was being recorded, and then decided to creep to the edge of the room so I could see with my own eyes what was going on.
"You have kept yourself in fine shape, Vidya." Gaurav told her. This time, he purposefully moved his eyes across her whole body, from top to bottom, stopping for just a bit at her bust; letting her know in no uncertain times that he was ogling her.
"Thank you, Gauravji. You are also in remarkable shape. Much better than my husband!"
"Who, Rajesh?" Gaurav laughed. "He is no comparison to me. Have you seen his paunch?"
"Ah, yes, Sir!" Vidya helpfully answered. "He eats too much!"
Both of them laughed, and I cringed in mortification.
"My fiancée is also becoming fat." Gaurav became a little blunter. "She does not exercise and she is hardly into sex anymore."
"Oh," Vidya played the shy, demure lady for a minute, before hesitatingly volunteering, "I know how you feel, Gauravji. Even my husband Rajesh is like that now. All the time he is busy with work. Work, work, work. He hardly has time for me. He had to work so hard on the Korea deal for a month and ever since that ..." Her voice trailed off.


"Korea?" Gaurav was incredulous. "I am the real brains in this company, Vidya. Your husband just signs some papers when I tell him to. When I say jump, your husband jumps. When I say sit, Rajesh sits."

Gaurav slid over a little closer to her on the couch.

"Vidya, if I were your husband," he announced, "I'd be all over you all the time! I'd NEVER leave you alone with another man! I would tie you to a bed and have sex with you day and night."
"Thank you, Gauravji." Vidya had the good sense to blush. "I guess Rajesh doesn't find me attractive anymore."
"Nonsense! He's out of his mind. You are one hell of a sexy woman."
"Thank you Gauravji. See, you are making me blush."
"Vidya, ever since I saw you today, I've thought of nothing else but making love to you!"

Suddenly he leaned forward and kissed my wife on the mouth. A sudden pang of jealousy hit me as I realized this was starting -- my loyal wife would soon be another man's play thing. Gaurav kissed her long, and he kissed her hard. For a second, Vidya melted in his arms. Then she pulled back, feigning shock.
"Oh, no! I can't! We shouldn't, I..." Vidya put on a confused look, but Gaurav now had her in a tight embrace. His tongue probed her lips and she slowly responded to him. He raised his hand and squeezed her breast.

A warm sense of humiliation came over me as I realized another man, in my house, was now pawing my wife's breasts and sucking her tongue, and instead of getting angry at it, I was getting hard. This was happening -- my wife was with another man, she was kissing him, and in a few minutes, she would be going to bed with him. And worse, this was all with my consent.

Gaurav continued kissing Vidya while massaging her breast. I could see that any resistance she had was slowly evaporating away. My boss started to kiss her all over her face, then he started letting his hands roam over her thin blouse. I heard her grasp as he squeezed her breasts in his large hands. Then Vidya pushed back.

"No, Gauravji, this is wrong." She tried to adjust her hair and clothes, and was panting hard. "I am the wife of your employee."
"Vidya, Vidya." If Gaurav was angry, he didn't show it. Instead, he laid out a full charm offensive. "We are just two lonely people who both have other halves that don't care about us. In your case your dumb husband doesn't know what a bombshell his wife is. In my case my fiancée is a dull fat cow of a woman who doesn't appreciate my skills."
"But, Gauravji, I ..."
"Opportunity has now presented itself to us," Gaurav firmly lectured her, "and we mustn't be arrogant to shun it. A woman as beautiful as you should never feel unappreciated, and should never feel neglected."
He started to run his hand up and down her thighs.
"Gauravji," Vidya panted, with deeper and deeper breaths. "My husband; he is a loyal worker of yours, and you want to take his wife in his own house!"
"Vidya," My boss started to let his alpha male personality speak for him, "in my office your husband has no respect, and usually is always getting shouted at by me. I am the real brains in the operation -- I did the whole foreign deal in Korea. And you don't worry, my love, I will take full care of you. This necklace is nothing compared to the gifts I will bestow upon you. Now come here, you sexy woman, you!"
With that, he once again embraced her in a tight hug, and whatever resistance I saw Vidya had at the man who threatened her family's security and wellbeing, melted away.
"Oh, Gauravji." Vidya started to moan. "I have never been with another man, I ..."
"Then, my dear," My boss magnanimously announced. "I will show you what you have been missing all these years."
He stopped kissing her, took her hands and placed them on the bulge in his jeans. Vidya's eyes became big.
"Is that ... Gauravji ... your ...." She stammered.


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[Sr. Diablo]

UPDATE - 3​

Gaurav smiled. "Why don't you find out for yourself, Vidya? Damn, I love your sexy cheeks!"

He lifted her completely from the sofa and ordered her to sit on his lap. Vidya plonked her ass on his swollen crotch as he embraced and kissed her deeply. His hardness was now grinding against her buttocks. She responded by turning around, hugging him around his neck and offered him her tongue to suck. By now, her inhibitions were almost gone. Gaurav kissed and licked her face, eyes, lips, nose, nibbling her earlobes and biting her neck.
"God! Vidya, you are one hot piece of ass!" Gaurav was now a kid who had just been given a new toy. And the new toy was my beloved wife. He was pawing and mauling Vidya all over her body. I was feeling jealous but at the same time my prick was nearly busting out of my pants.

Gaurav made her kneel down in front of him. He then stood up and unclasped his belt. My boss's pants dropped to the floor. A huge, noticeable bulge was evident in his briefs.

"Open it." He ordered Vidya. It was noticeable how quickly he had stopped being the polite guest and started to take charge, and how quickly Vidya had slipped into a submissive role, obeying his commands.

Carefully, slowly, Vidya unbuttoned his briefs, and his cock sprang free. It was big and thick! My boss's manhood was long and thick and was throbbing like a wild animal, with the veins protuberant, and the balls were huge and dangled beneath his massive penis. It was as big as those I have seen in the porn movies, and definitely way, way, way much bigger than mine. Vidya seemed enthralled by the sight of this monster. Timidly she reached out her hand and grasped his cock, then started massaging it slowly.

"Mmmm, that feels wonderful, Vidya. C'mon, baby, put your other hand on my balls and massage them!"
Vidya did as she was told.
My heart almost skipped a beat when I heard my lovely wife say to my boss, "You've got a nice big dick, Gauravji. I have never seen a lund so much bigger. My husband is nothing compared to you."
"Your husband," Gaurav declared, "Is only fit enough to lick my boots, Vidya. You deserve to be fucked by a real man, and you will, tonight."
"Oh, Gauravji."
Observing Vidya wantonly licking Gaurav's balls and joining my boss's taunting of me should have made me angry; instead what I had was a raging hard on. I could have stopped this if I wanted to; but for some weird reason I wanted to see Vidya get pounded by this monster.
Now on her knees, Vidya slipped her hands over my boss's hips and pushed the back of his briefs down, while her hungry mouth kissed and sucked at his pole. As she pulled his underpants off, her lips and tongue were busy on his cock, licking the entire length of the shaft and planting soft, wet kisses on his balls. She grasped the base of his shaft with one hand and his ass cheek with the other. Her fingers barely closed around his thick cock. Her hand slid up the shaft, and as it neared the top a large drop of clear pre-cum formed on the head of his prick. I realized by then I had unzipped my pants and had my own cock out that I was now stroking while watching the action in the living room.


Vidya opened her mouth wide and placed the head of his immense prick to her lips. She had both of her hands on his ass cheeks now, and had to stretch her mouth open even more to get the massive head into her mouth. I was reminded of the Pathan story and how Vidya had been determined to get his whole dick in her mouth.
Gaurav by now had clasped hold of her hair, and started to fuck her mouth.
"Vidya, oh Vidya, oh Vidya!"
Vidya kept her fingers on Gaurav's ass, driving his huge cock deeper into her mouth. She still had several inches left when her head was pushed back by the head of his prick hitting the back of her mouth. She pulled it out slightly and started panting through her nose again. She lifted her ass higher and worked her knees back away from my boss, making a straight line for his cock to slide down her throat, and with a few final deep breaths, once again pulled his ass towards her face.

The sight was incredible! Watching as inch after massive inch disappeared into her open mouth. Vidya once again took a deep breath, and again she sucked him all in, this time without a pause as she took it straight down her throat. Her body arched again as she gagged on the last few inches, but still didn't stop until her nose was pushed flat against Gaurav's pubic hair. His knees started to buckle, and he grabbed the back of her head and started ramming his massive tool into her open mouth. She gagged on every stroke, but never tried to stop him. With one final, long thrust, Gaurav buried his entire cock into Vidya's available mouth and held it there, bucking as he started to cum down her throat. I watched as Vidya, too, stopped moving, and saw her throat muscles moving rhythmically as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. Finally, after drinking what must have been gallons of cum, Vidya pulled the cock out of her mouth and took a deep breath.

I too was on the verge of coming, but I had restrained myself to ensure the recording was taking place properly. I could see Vidya had a huge smile on her face, and not a drop of cum on her lips. She had swallowed every drop. Both of them relapsed back into the sofa, temporarily exhausted. I noticed that my boss had only his shirt on, with his pants and underwear on the floor, and minute drops of cum leaking from the tip of his penis. Vidya still had all of her clothes on, however she was completely disheveled. I took this chance, while they were both catching their breath, to tiptoe up the stairs. Entering the bedroom, I moved across to the walk in closet, entered the huge space and shut the door. Inside, I had placed a stool previously so I could sit and watch the action. It was dark, and the only light was through a small crack on one side of the door. I had fit a camera there. I could see the bed through the crack; however I had the iPad so I could watch (and hear through my earphones) all actions throughout the house.

"Vidya, that was amazing!" My boss was telling my wife. "No one has ever sucked my cock like that before."
"Er ... thank you, Gauravji," Vidya blushed, duly acting like a shy Indian housewife who had just done something naughty. "I never knew a man could have this big lund, Sir."
"Your husband Rajesh isn't this big?" Gaurav taunted.
"Sir, not only is Rajesh much smaller, he would never have lasted as long as you did, Gauravji."
"Yes, yes." Gaurav leaned forward and started to play with Vidya's boobs through her blouse.
"But how come," Viday continued, "your girlfriend doesn't do this for you?"
"My girlfriend?" Gaurav laughed. "That cow only knows about designer shoes and purses. No clues about sex. She wouldn't even give me a blow job! Imagine that!"
"But, surely, you must have had other girls do it for you then?"
"Oh yes." My boss was boasting. "My fiancée doesn't know how many girls I have on the side. But Vidya, none of those 50-rupee whores can suck dick like you -- you were incredible!"
"Thank you, Gauravji." Vidya gave a shy smile. So now my wife was being compared to a 50-rupee-whore, and she was lapping up the praise. "I ... I ... I never did this before, Sir, but I wanted to with you!"
"Vidya, can you stand up and come here?" My boss raised a finger and beckoned her.
"Of course, Gauravji."
Vidya raised herself to her feet and walked over to stand in front of my boss. He grabbed her by her waist and positioned her so she was facing away, slightly bent forward with her butts sticking out at his face. Raising a hand, Gaurav spanked her ass!
SPANK!
"Ow!" Vidya immediately rubbed her behind with her hands. "Gauravji, why did you hit me? Did I do something to displease you?"
"Oh no, Vidya!" Gaurav raised a hand to spank her again. "I had always wanted to spank a woman with as sexy, fleshy butts as you. Did it hurt? I am going to spank you again."
"Well, Sir, if it gives you pleasure, I will not refuse." Vidya acquiesced reluctantly. "But only a few more, Gauravji. I have a very tender butt."
"Yes, yes." Gaurav didn't even wait for her to finish.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
He spanked her derriere again, and again.
Sitting in the bedroom, I could only watch helplessly as this man hit my wife on her ample trunk repeatedly. I could see Vidya grimace, but she gallantly bore the pain. There was now no decorum, no more charm offensive. Gaurav was now using my wife as an object of his pleasure.
"Vidya!" My boss stood up. "Get out of that sari. Let's see your hot, sexy body."

I could see Gaurav's cock rise. Amazing! He just had dumped a gallon of cum in Vidya's mouth, and here he was, ready to go again!
Vidya saw his rising member and murmured, "Not here, Sir, let's go to my bed." Vidya was rubbing a damp spot on her crotch area. It was clear she was eagerly anticipating of what was soon going to be pumping deep inside her.

Gaurav got up and Vidya took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. As they disappeared from the camera there, I unzipped my jeans and unbuckled my belt, letting my pants fall to my ankles. Holding my cock in my hand, I took my seat in the closet and waited for them to begin. I was fully hard. I couldn't believe I was eagerly waiting for my wife to get well and truly fucked by another man. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me.
They entered the bedroom, and I could see Gaurav was completely naked. He must have taken off his shirt on the way. I could see his back was just ripped with muscles and he had washboard abs. Vidya was going to enjoy him, I thought. My wife closed the door once they were both in the room. As soon as she shut the door, Gaurav pinned her against the wall.

He quickly tore off her blouse. There was no finesse -- just a rip, and the blouse was on the floor in tatters. Gaurav then reached around her, and in a moment he had Vidya's bra off. My wife was now topless and her large breasts popped into view. I could see that nipples were firm and hard. She was moaning, completely aroused.

Gaurav, for a moment, stood transfixed, gazing at her huge breasts.
"Oh Vidya, those are amazing!"
"Um ... thank you, Sir."
Next came off the sari, which Gaurav deftly opened. Vidya helped him get it off her and it lay rumpled on the floor. A tug, and the strings of her petticoat sprung open, and with a phoosh it too fell to her ankles. Save for the thin string-like thong, and the mangalsutra, Vidya was now completely naked.

"Sir, shall I take off the mangalsutra?" Vida helpfully asked, raising her hands to unclasp the holy necklace.
"No! Leave it there." Gaurav ordered. "It will remind me that while your husband is attending to my problems in the office, I am attending to his wife at his home!"

They both laughed. It was becoming a pattern now. Gaurav would taunt me, and Vidya would join in, often adding to the insult. She now remained standing in front of him, nude, dressed in only a thong, like a slave girl at a slave market ready to be inspected by her master, from tales of yore. Gaurav was breathing heavily and had a semi-glazed look of pure lust on his face.

He picked up my wife and carried her in his arms to the bed. Plonking her down on the bed, he pulled off her thong, climbed in beside her and the two locked in a passionate embrace. He kissed Vidya on her mouth, on her eyes, on her hair and moved down to her neck. I knew Vidya loved having her neck bitten and I could already see her toes curl. Gaurav tweaked her nipples with his hands, and then bent down further and sucked it gently into his mouth.

Vidya spread her legs to allow him to position his penis. Gaurav got on top of her, and positioned his thick bulbous cock over her labia and rubbed the head on the opening of her cunt for some time. Vidya was pushing up her cunt hoping that Gaurav would enter her, but he kept teasing her, touching the tip of his cock to her labia and then withdrawing.
Finally Vidya could take it no more.

"Gauravji, please, I want you to enter me now, please," She wailed.
Gaurav laughed.
"Say it more nicely, Vidya. Say that you want your husband's boss to fuck you."
"Yes, Sir, please. You are my husband's boss and I am his slut wife. I want you to fuck me, sir. I am a slut. I am another man's wife yet I want my husband's boss to fuck me."
It was surreal listening and watching as my wife begged for another man to fuck her.
"Because you have been such a very good hostess, Vidya, and asked so nicely," Gaurav sneered, "You will now see what a real cock feels like for the very first time."
Gaurav raised his body and slowly started to enter her.
"Ooomph!" My wife exclaimed as inch by inch Gaurav pushed into her. He rocked his body slightly, and giving her ample vaginal stimulation, and it caused her to moan softly and turn her head sideways. Finally, he pressed deep into her, and Vidya gasped as her cunt was being stretched out fully. She closed her eyes and her mouth opened as she groaned with pleasure.
I could see that my boss was a good lover, who knew exactly how to pleasure a woman with sex. Vidya sweated, moaned, screamed, and clawed him as she flowed from the peak of one orgasm to another.

"Oh God! Oh God!" Vidya was now screaming and grunting loudly in tune with his pounding. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh Sir! Fuck me!"
I felt my balls tighten and my own cum began to shoot as I watched the couple before me. I watched his prick as he pushed it into my wife, stretching her, filling her up, as he entered her. Then he started to fuck her faster and faster. I could hear his balls slapping hard against my wife's thighs as he pounded her. It was truly stunning watching my wife enjoy being powerfully fucked by my boss. He thrust into her forcefully like a man possessed, trying to split her with his massive cock, while I watched and masturbated. I could see his cock buried fully inside her and his big heavy balls resting on her legs, the juices flowing out of her pussy and down her thighs. I could hear her gasping and begging him to push into her harder. Gaurav's body stiffened and he thrust himself as deep as he could into Vidya.

"Vidya, I am going to cum."
"SIR!" Vidya tried to stop him. "Not in my pussy! Please!"
Gaurav paid her no heed. He ignored her wails as he continued to fuck her. My wife too seemed to go into a daze as he moved his penis, in-an-out, in-and-out, of her pussy. Suddenly his face contorted as he started to ejaculate. I knew he was depositing another load in places much deeper than I ever had.
He remained inside my wife for almost five minutes, as his body continued to throb and deposit his cum into her. They caressed and kissed before he finally rolled off her. I saw their combined juices, thick and white, on the shaft of my boss's cock as pulled out. I looked at my freshly fucked wife covered in sweat and love bites on her neck, my boss's semen oozing out of her vagina, the room reeking with the aroma of sweat and sex.
"Gauravji, you must go now." Vidya suddenly sat up in bed. "My husband can return any minute."
"But Vidya," Gaurav was beyond caring. "I still have to fuck you in the ass."
"Sir, not now." Vidya stood up, a look of panic in her voice. She certainly knew how to act! "Please, Gauravji, you must leave now. I need to clean up this room, and the room downstairs, and take a shower before my husband returns."
"No, I want your ass, Vidya."
"Sir, please, can you come tomorrow? My husband will be at work, and you can ... fuck my ass."
Gaurav stood up and took Vidya into his arms and French-kissed her for a long time. Then he broke away and told her, "I will see you again, tomorrow, Vidya. I cannot have enough of you."
"So, Sir, you will cheat on your fiancée for me? What will she say?"
"She doesn't need to know!" Gaurav laughed. "If it wasn't for the money, I would have left that bitch long ago."
"Sir!!"
"Vidya," Gaurav turned to her as he was leaving. "Tomorrow, I will send Rajesh on some work out of town for a few days, and I will visit you at home. I will stay here with you for a week and we can spend much longer time together."
"Yes, Gauravji, I would like that very much, but you must leave now."
After I heard Gaurav leave and the front door slam shut, I came out of the walk in closet. Vidya was lying, naked, on the bed, legs spread, and her hands rubbing her vulva. She was stroking herself.
"Oh, Rajesh!" She gushed. "That was incredible. He was so good. I haven't been pounded like that in a loooooong time."
"Yes, dear, but I ..."
"Sshhh!" Vidya shut me up with a finger to her lips. "Come here and fuck me. I haven't been fucked by two guys one after another in a long while."
Without another word, I got in bed and began to kiss her gently, planning to slowly work my way up her body. Vidya was having none of it. She grabbed my ears harshly and pulled me up to her lips. My wife had the aroma of a freshly fucked female. I plunged deep into her cunt, putting my penis up her love tunnel where she had just taken another man's cock. Her vagina was completely wet, and as I went into her, I could hardly feel her sides, so stretched she was by Gaurav's giant dick. There was a feeling of wetness on my wiener; a wetness I realized was because her hole was full of cum -- another man's cum. Her thighs were sticky; she was still leaking Gaurav's love juices as I fucked her with my rigid tool. I exploded in Vidya within seconds.
"Mmmm..... Mmmmm .... " Vidya was still mewing.
She hardly felt me pull out, and continued to insert her hand into her wetness and masturbate herself. After what seemed like ages, her orgasms finally subsided. Vidya crept and snuggled against me in bed, her pussy still leaking cum all over the bed.
"Darling." I stroked her head. "I think we got all we needed to on the cameras. Why did you tell Gaurav to come here again tomorrow?"
"We haven't gotten everything." Vidya answered. "He has to admit on camera that he fucked up the Korean deal, that he has set you up for a fall, and that he took kickbacks to seal the deal. Only then can we ensure you are out of the woods."
"But ... but ..." I was puzzled. "We have him on tape, with ... you. And ... we can show that to his fiancée and she can ... give him the boot. You know, her father will fire him."
"We don't know that." Vidya seemed to have made up her mind. I wondered for a moment if I was going to lose her. The moment she was impaled on Gaurav's giant appendage seemed to have woken up something that had lain dormant in her these last two and half years.
"He can claim I was a one-time fuck." Vidya explained. "He can tell his fiancée he just strayed once, with me, and ask for forgiveness. I know if you fucked me like he fucked me, I could forgive you having a one night fling."
"I see." I cringed as she relived the feeling of having a monster in her cunt.
"No!" Vidya decided. "I will fuck him tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after. I will wear different clothes so we can show it's more than one time that he had sex with me. And I will make him admit that you were nothing more than a mere obedient servant in his Korean deals and he took kickbacks."

The next morning, true to his word, Gaurav put me on an urgent project in another part of the country. With a sinking feeling, I realized I would have to stay there for the next 4-5 days. I flew out straight from the office, using the company helicopter. The project kept me busy till evening every day, so I could hardly check through my iPad what was going on in the house. All day at work my mind was on what Gaurav was doing to my wife, which kept me hard.
As I had feared, Gaurav spent the work week (five days) at my house while I was away. During this whole period, he had my wife serving him at his beck and call. At night when I was in my hotel room, I would log in and replay the scenes, or see a live view as they shamelessly fucked like rabbits on our marriage bed. Gaurav had made my house (and my wife) completely his.

Vidya and my boss were like a newly married couple. She would wake him up every morning with a blowjob. Gaurav seemed besotted with her. He had ordered Vidya to remain completely naked around the house while he was there. My wife would carry out her daily tasks, in the buff, completely uninhibited, shamelessly flaunting her gyrating buttocks or her big, pendulous breasts at my boss while he sported a permanent hard on. He was always hugging or kissing her, or having a quick fuck. Gaurav continuously would make fun of me and Vidya would join in the laughter. Whenever she would pass him by, he would grab her and would always be groping and squeezing her tits and ass, and having her play with his cock and balls.

Several times he would pin her down on the floor, face down, get on top of her and fuck her in the ass. I could hear Vidya scream, "No, Sir! My asshole! Please be gentle, Gauravji!" He paid her no heed, pumping furiously into her buttocks and dumping cum all over her back.
Gaurav seemed to have a particular fascination with her ass. He would fuck her doggy style, or spank her behind with frenzy. During the third day he put Vidya over his knees and punished her like a naughty school girl.

I would lie awake in my hotel room listening to Gaurav and my wife having the time of their lives. She moaned and groaned and grunted and sighed and screamed in pleasure, time after time after time. It seemed there was no room in the house they did not have sex in.
Gaurav had to reluctantly leave the next Saturday, since I was returning from out of town. Vidya put on clothes for the first time in a week and greeted me in the airport with a kiss. She asked me if I had seen her and Gaurav through the iPad's camera app. I replied I had. We rushed home and had a wild fuck session.

I spent the weekend editing the videos and printing a few pictures. We made a package and sent it anonymously to the daughter of the owner of the company -- Gaurav's fiancée. Next thing we know, he was fired.

One of the Board of Directors later took me aside and told me that Gaurav had claimed it was a set up, and it was Vidya in the video. I told him that I knew I was having marital issues, and I loved my wife and would like to go to counseling with her. That was the end of that chapter. As I predicted, I was asked by the company to fix his mess. I did a great job and made myself even more valuable to the company.

Vidya still occasionally misses Gaurav's lovemaking. It's been over for almost half a year now, and she has not strayed from our marriage ever since, although she will use the incident from time to time to taunt me in bed and make me hard and spice up the sex. Sometimes, we would watch the unedited videos before having mind blowing orgasms.

I knew I got to witness my wife being so thoroughly fucked -- but I knew it was a one-off situation that was forced on us. Vidya told me that while she misses the sex, she loved me and she would never cheat on me -- unless of course a similar opportunity once again presented itself. For my sake, and for hers, I hope it does, soon.

more updates are coming, stay tuned..........

 

[Sr. Diablo]

UPDATE - 4​

My name is Rajesh and I am married to my sweetheart Vidya. Soon (in just over a month), we would be celebrating our third wedding anniversary. It was past 10.30 at night, and Vidya was lying on the bed reading, and I was working on my laptop on a project.

"Oh my fat husband," Vidya called out from the bed. "Leave your laptop and come here. I need you to lick me, and then to fuck me. My pussy is tingling tonight."

That was one great thing, amongst many great things, I loved about Vidya. Sex with her was very efficient. She was explicit and blunt about her needs. A nymphomaniac by nature, she would tell you exactly what she wanted to you do – no hunting around for "subtle hints".
"Yes, darling."

Obediently, I shut my laptop and stood up. Walking over and standing beside the bed, to her left, I started to undress. My shirt came off first, followed by my watch. I then reached down and unbuckled the belt. Rolling down my jeans to my ankles, I stepped out of my pants. Vidya caught hold of the waistband of my underpants, slowly pulling them down. My small penis sprang free and hit her in the face. She laughed, and continued to roll down my underwear until I was completely naked.

You see, one year into our marriage, Vidya had implemented the Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM) policy. It was something she read in an erotic story by her favourite erotica writer,. Vidya had made me read his stories a few times. writer would write about being a young man in an affair with two maid servants, who would keep him naked in the house all day long. Vidya thought this was a great idea, and implemented this policy in our bedroom.
CFNM for us meant that whenever we would retire for the night, or get into bed for sex, I would have to completely strip before I was even allowed to get into the bed. Vidya, on the other hand, could be wearing whatever she wished. Tonight, Vidya was wearing a pink negligee of translucent material, which covered her till her knees.

Let me briefly describe our physical appearances here. I am your typical average height and built Indian male. Though physically healthy and fit, I have a paunch around my tummy area – that Vidya had recently started to make fun of. She would lovingly call me "Fatty, come here" or "Oh my fat husband, suck my vagina", and so on. My penis isn't anything to write home about either – Vidya calls it 'small, cute and functional'. My wife, of course, has seen and played with much larger cocks than mine. I am a shy, introvert, bookish kind of guy who was a virgin until our wedding night.
Vidya, on the other hand, is my polar opposite. She remained completely physically fit, even after our marriage when Indian women typically get fat. She exercised religiously, and at 5'8" was taller than most Indian women. When she was without heels, she matched my height. Sometimes she would wear heels just to be a little taller than me, and people would stare at us as we walked in the mall – and not just because they would marvel at how a woman would marry someone seemingly shorter than her.

Vidya was very proud of her curves, her humongous breasts, her wide hips, her broad ass, and her fleshy, milky white, well-toned tummy. And yes, to say she was sexually active before our marriage was understating it – her legs were open to anyone she fancied. Students, professors, janitors, labourers, accountants, and even apujari– almost someone from every profession had deposited their semen in her cunt.

I snuggled against Vidya and hugged her tightly. My tongue found her lips and we kissed deeply, exploring each other's mouths with passion. She moved her arms around my back, and slowly, gingerly, caressed my behind. Then she spanked my bum playfully.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I started to slide against her body, slowly going down on her. My face came to her breasts, as I licked each nipple and sucked on them gently. She pushed my head down further as I inserted my tongue into her navel and covered her tummy with kisses. I rubbed my face against her inner thighs as her pubic hair hit my nostrils. She wasn't wearing panties. My tongue flicked out as I started to lick her clitoris.
"Mmmmm... mmmm..." Vidya grabbed my ears with either hand and started to twist them, as she moaned and writhed with pleasure. "Oh, fatty! Keep doing it, my love, oh my!"

My face was now between into her thighs, and she was gushing like a waterfall. Each lashing of my tongue provoked further moans of ecstasy and secretions of her love juice. My face was now glistening with her dampness. I kept inserting my tongue into the folds of her vulva and swirling it around her love hole. With a final shriek, her body arched and she started to cum.

"OH MY GOD! OH YES! OH YES!" Gripping my head in a vice-lock with her thighs, and holding my ears firmly in her hands, Vidya bobbed up and down in the throes of her orgasm. Finally, after oozing out huge amounts of wetness, she subsided.

"Wow." She remarked, finally catching her breath. "Good job, fatty. Come here. Let me reward you."

I crept up her body. She cupped my wet face in her hands and kissed me. While I lay passively there, Vidya licked the base of my mouth and deep French-kissed me, rolling her tongue into me. Bending down one hand, she grabbed hold of my rigid shaft and started to stroke me.
"Ready to put your little dickie into use, darling?" She asked me, with a coy smile.

"Yes, my dear."

"Would you like to put your small wee wee into my pussy, dear, or my butt?"

"Whatever gives you the most pleasure, darling."

Vidya seemed to consider my answer for a while, before she slowly raised her hand to my face and gingerly rubbed my cheeks. Grimacing, I got ready for what I knew was coming.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Vidya slapped me again, and again, and again. My cheeks flushed bright red, partly from the pain, partly from shame as my Indian wife, who is supposed to respect her husband, slapped me endlessly. Finally, she decided I had enough, and then she made me slowly suck her nipples. Vidya then grabbed my hand and led it to her love tunnel. She was leaking again! Slapping me had gotten her off. I slowly fingered her to her second orgasm of the night. Writhing, thrashing around, she moaned until the peak of her sexual excitation subsided.

"Oh, honey!" She gushed, covering me with kisses at the exact same spot as where she had slapped me momentarily ago. "You are the best husband I could ever have wanted!"

"Thank you, Vidya." I swelled with pride. I may have had a small penis, but I kept her happy.

"Most men I have been with have just used me as a piece of ass to pump their meat into." Vidya was effusive in her praise. "Yet you! You are the most submissive man I could have ever dreamed off. You givemepleasure, the way I want it, and you treat me gently, like a lady, not a slut, and you just obey, no questions asked."

"Thank you, Vidya."

Vidya continued to rub my penis up and down before answering, "Right now, as your reward for pleasuring me, you will get to fuck me, darling. Then,ifyou can get it up again, my husbandji ... hehe ... my ass is open for business."

"Thank you, dear."
Vidya sat up in bed. "Fatty, I will be right back."

"Yes, dear." I wondered what was up as Vidya got out of bed and walked over to the cabinet. As she opened the cabinet door, she wriggled her body so that her negligee slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor. Now the only piece of cloth remaining on her firm, juicy body was her bra.
I looked at her butt. Her big, beautiful, jiggling butt. So round, so fleshy, so smooth, so big and so tight. Was there anything about this lady that was not perfect? How lucky a man was I?

"Honey, let's watch this movie. You can cum in me after that." Vidya had grabbed a DVD and inserted it into the player. She grabbed the remote and switched on the TV before flopping down next to me on the bed. "It's the G and V show."

"Oh," I realized which DVD she had put in. "Is this the edited or the unedited one?"

Vidya grinned. "Uneditted." She snuggled against me, one hand around my neck and one hand on my prick, and the video started to play.

A naked woman came on screen, her back to the camera. The view focused on her gyrating, fleshy buttocks. I knew who that woman was, of course. I have seen this video hundreds of times. It was Vidya, from six months ago.

The onscreen Vidya was now dancing to some music, swinging her expansive hips to the tune. The camera then showed a man, sitting on the bed, watching her. He was naked too. I also knew who this man was – he was my former boss, Gaurav.

Gaurav sat on the bed, in the buff, with a drink in his hand, watching my equally naked wife dance. We could see him stroke his hard, rigid, monster cock with one hand. He then leaned forward and smacked Vidya on her butt. It was a resounding smack, and the slap left a red handprint on Vidya's left butt cheek. Non-plussed, she continued to dance.

"He really loved spanking my ass." Vidya told me, as she nibbled my ear while we watched her get spanked, again and again and again, on the video. "Gaurav fucked me several times daily, and almost every time we had sex he would spank my buttocks. Oh, he was not gentle with me at all, unlike you, darling. Your boss was very rough with your slutty wife, dear."

On screen, Vidya was now gingerly rubbing her very sore, and very red, ass. She then turned back to look at the man who had just thrashed her ass – and manage a smile. Gaurav laughed cruelly and told her to get in position again – the spanking wasn't over.

"He loved using me as a 50-rupee-whore." Vidya told me, stroking my hardness, as her onscreen version lay over Gaurav's knees while he raised a hand and struck her butt cheeks, again and again. "It was very exciting for him that you, his employee, was away working for him, he was in your house, in your bed – using your wife as a fuck toy and cum dump. Oh, the things he made me do in those 5 days!"

On screen, Gaurav finished his drink, put the glass away, pulled Vidya sharply to him and made my wife sit on his lap. His hands went to her breasts, pinching and kneading them, while he rubbed his hardness against her clit.

"Look how rough he was with me." Vidya told me, "You are so tender, so gentle, and you listen to me and obey me. Whereas your boss pretty much used me like a rag doll, to serve him as he wished. If he wanted to spank me, I would bend over and present my bottom. If he wanted a blow job, he would snap his fingers and I would be at his feet, on my knees, taking his cock in my mouth. And if he wanted to fuck me, he just grabbed me and did it – whether it was my cunt or my ass, he was a brute – a real man's man."

As she spoke, Vidya turned herself around. Her mouth was now on my dick, while her pussy was in front of my face. It was a classic 69 position. I kept licking herchoot(cunt) as she sucked my member into rigid hardness. Vidya was now cumming again. We both kept an eye on the video.

Gaurav now had Vidya on the bed, on her hands and knees, as he got behind her. He was going to ride her, doggy style. Once again, with her buttocks on display, he couldn't help himself, and Vidya got a couple of sharp slaps to her ample derriere. The camera showed her grimace, but she held her position.

"If I moved, that was extra slaps." Vidya told me, as her own screen version's ass had crimson marks across it. Gaurav laughed, and then used his hands to part Vidya's buttocks so that her asshole was clearly visible. He then spit into her ass a couple of times.

The man who used to be my boss then spit on his own hands and rubbed his monster dick. He was using his own saliva as a lubricant as he positioned the bulbous head of his cock against Vidya's ass. Slowly, he started to push his huge rod inside her.
"Oh, Sir! Mygaand!Ooooh, it hurts, Sir! Aaaah!" Vidya cried out as Gaurav, with a firm grip on her buttocks, pushed his dick, inch by inch, into her ass. He repeatedly thrust in and out of her while Vidya continued to moan, half in pain, half in pleasure.

"Sir, please Sir, cum in me, oh Sir!"
Finally, I could see Gaurav's butt cheeks clench, as emptied his cum into her.

Vidya got off my body, paused the video to a shot that showed her on screen version screaming in pain, turned around to face me and asked, "Hubby, ready?"

"Yes." I answered her, my cock erect.

Vidya lied down on her back and spread her legs. I climbed over her, and in one move plunged my hardness into her. I was completely aroused seeing Gaurav maul her butts, so a couple of strokes and I exploded in her.

As I laid back and caught my breath back, Vidya hugged me tightly and whispered, "That scene always makes you so hot, doesn't it?"
"Yes." I admitted. "The way he used you, and ripped you apart with his huge prick, and you begged for more; I loved watching that part."
Vidya nodded. "Darling, he used your wife like a real man – something you can never do. It's bound to turn someone like you on."
Someone like me.I knew what Vidya meant by that. A cuckold.

Vidya had never cheated on me – except that one time. It was six months ago, and it was with my (former) boss Gaurav. It had been a one-off situation where she had to go to bed with him to save my job. For a week she had been his sex toy, fucked in every hole and used in every way sexually as possible. I had kept my job. Now Gaurav was gone, and I was promoted at work, and it had all turned out well. I then blurted out something that I would soon regret.

"Vidya, sweetheart, I would love to watch you again with someone."
Shit!I thought,what am I saying?

We both knew that the idea of someone else fucking my wife turns me on. But, save for a desperate situation with Gaurav, Vidya has never cheated on me, and now I was telling her I would love to see her screw around with another man, where there was no need to do so.
For a minute, Vidya was quiet. Was she angry?

"Are you ... sure?" She finally asked. She wasn't angry! I thought I detected a curious (and hopeful?) tone in her voice.

"I ..." I decided to come clean to Vidya. That was one of the advantages of being a submissive husband. I could tell her any time what's on my mind. I didn't have any ego or false bravado to live up to – Vidya knew I was no macho man and I didn't have to pretend. I could just surrender to her completely, and let her make the decisions. It was very liberating.

"You know I love you completely, Vidya." I told her, as she nodded and kissed me in acknowledgement. "I could never bear the loss of losing you; of not having you in my life. But sometimes, when I think of what Gaurav did to you, that whole week, and sometimes, when you tell me about your previous boyfriends, I really ... have this urgent desire... I don't know why ... I want to see you again with ... another man."

"I see." Vidya had now taken my flaccid member in her hand and was gently rubbing it, knowing I was now in a vulnerable position. "Go on, my dearest."

"So I was thinking, if you ... if you ... did it with someone ..."

"Darling!" Vidya interrupted me. "Do you even realize what you are saying? I mean, I understand the video got you all horny and all, but WHAT THE FUCK! I am YOUR WIFE!"

"Forget it." I realized it was a bad idea, seeing Vidya's anger. "Please forgive me. I don't know what came over me."

"When I married you," Vidya said, still somewhat angry, "I knew what I was getting into. And I love you and I love the idea of being married to you. Other men loved me for my body, but you love me forme. And you want to see me happy, and that makes me love you even more, darling. Now why would you want me to be unfaithful to you?"

"I am really sorry, darling." I apologized humbly. "I really didn't realize what I was saying. I shouldn't be having these thoughts. What you did with Gaurav ..."

"What I was FORCED to do with Gaurav." Viday reminded me. "There's a difference. And now here you are, telling me you would LOVE to see another man fuck your wife's married pussy. Have your wife commit adultery."

"I am sorry darling. I really am sorry. Please forget what I said."

"Yes, yes. It's better to forget it." Vidya seemed lost in thought for some time. Then she turned her attention to another matter. "Let's get you up again, fatty. My ass still needs a cock – no matter how small. And how pathetic."

"Yes, dear."

Vidya forwarded the video to a section where Gaurav was eating her out on the sofa, before slapping her buttocks several times, and finally giving her a good fuck. A few minutes later, I was hard enough to cum in Vidya's buttocks. Vidya often let me cum in her ass, as my small dick did not cause her much pain. After kissing each other good night, with the smell of semen all over the room, we both fell asleep.

I forgot our conversation as work kept me busy, and Vidya too was involved with a jewellery designing course she was taking from home. She had a small home business in that and it kept her busy. I was glad as well that she did not raise the topic ofthatconversation again. I tried to question myself as to what even made me say such a thing. Vidya was my loving wife and here I was asking her to whore herself out to another man. Again. I was just lucky, I decided, that she still loved and respected me after that.

I wanted to plan a weekend getaway for our anniversary, but surprisingly my wife wanted to stay home. She told me to leave all planning to her; she would pick out a nice restaurant and so on. I gratefully acquiesced.

Soon, it was the day of our anniversary. It was a Tuesday, and I was at work. Around 10.30 in the morning, just when I was having my coffee break, Vidya called me.

"Honey!" She was panting. "Can you take the rest of the day off and come home?"

"Vidya! Is everything OK? Why are you panting?"
"No ... no ... everything is fine." Vidya gasped. "I am just ... masturbating."
"Oh." Was the only comment I could make at my wife's behavior.

"So, this is what I want you to do." Vidya instructed me. "Come home around 12 sharp. I will be going out soon, visiting my mother." Vidya's widowed mother lived just down the street, and every other morning Vidya dropped in at her place before she would go to the gym.
"And so the house will be empty." Vidya continued, breaking my thought. "Do you understand?"
I was the lead engineer of a multinational firm on important projects, so of course I understood this simple instruction.
"Yes, dear. I will go to our house at 12 noon sharp and it should be empty."

"Good. Now fatso, listen to me carefully." Vidya's voice almost dropped to a whisper. "You will enter the house, and go up to our bedroom. Remember the huge walk in closet you were hiding in pathetically and watching uselessly as Gaurav pounded me, again and again, with his giant cock? Good! You will hide there, close that door. Take your iPad with you too – the one that has the camera app."

"Yes, dear." I wondered what elaborate scheme Vidya was planning. She sometimes had this sexual role play games that she made me participate it,
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Harder! Harder! Ah!" Vidya was now screaming into the phone. No doubt, she was fingering herself to an orgasm.

"Ok! Where was I?" Catching her breath, Vidya continued. "So yes, you will remain hiding in that closet like the little fucking pervert you are."
My dick was rising at the condescending tone Vidya was using towards me, and at the noises of her orgasm.

"Now, listen to this, honey. This is important. NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, YOU WILL REMAIN INSIDE THE CLOSET until I specifically, remember, SPECIFICALLY, ask you to come out. Do you understand?"

"Yes, dear." My cock was now erect, wondering at the "no matter what happens" part. What did Vidya have in mind?

Soon, I took half the day off work and left, timing it so that I came home just around noon. Vidya was nowhere to be seen. The house was freshly cleaned (Vidya could be a finicky cleaner when in the mood), and our bedroom was also properly made up. I took my iPad with me, grabbed a stool and entered the huge walk-in closet of our bedroom. Placing the stool so I could sit and watch the bed through a crack on the closet door, I sat down and turned on my iPad.

In addition to viewing the bed through that crack, I could also see it on my iPad. Six months ago I had installed secret cameras in our master bedroom and in the living room, and they were all wirelessly connected to my iPad. Those cameras helped me tape Vidya and Gaurav's affair, which we edited and gave anonymously to Devika – Gaurav's fiancée – the daughter of the owner of the corporation I worked for. Our plan worked perfectly – Gaurav was fired and I became a lead engineer. I switched on the iPad now, plugged in my headphones so I could listen, and switched to our living room camera.

more updates are coming, stay tuned..........

 

[Humiliationmonster]

Amazing story

 

[Sr. Diablo]

Amazing story

thank you, keep reading sir, more updates are coming.

 

[Sr. Diablo]

UPDATE - 5 ​

After about ten minutes of patiently waiting, I could hear a voice. Yes, Vidya had just entered our home, and someone seemed to be with her. I could hear a man's voice! Vidya soon came into the living room, and thus on my screen. I could see she was wearing a simple blue sari, wrapped nonchalantly around her body, with her waist and navel exposed. Her blouse was a small, low cut one, giving anyone a good view of her ample cleavage. Her hair was rolled up in a bun at the top of her head. Vidya's guest followed her into the living room. My jaws dropped in shock.

It was our doodhwaala Ramu! Our milkman! Ramu was a low-class labourer who went door to door on our street every morning delivering fresh milk to the housewives. What was he doing here? His delivery time should have been in the morning, I thought.

Ramu was a Tamil, and from the South of India, and thus very dark, as was typical. He could almost be called black, so dark was his complexion. He was slightly taller than Vidya, and I could see that he was built – lugging around heavy cans of milk up all those flights of stairs was a physically demanding work. Ramu was wearing an old shirt that fit him tightly, and I could see his ripping muscles. His bright white shirt contrasted brilliantly with his ebony skin, and he wore a lungi (think of a lungi as a full length kilt that reached to your ankles – it was a dress worn by the lower class outside as it was cheap).

Ramu followed Vidya into the living room, and I was surprised to see him sauntering in as if it was his house. And then Vidya turned, and they embraced! A pang of jealousy hit me as I saw his hands roaming all over her ass and squeezing her buttocks, while she hugged and kissed him, with her tongue deep inside his mouth. My surprise turned to arousal as Ramu reached up and squeezed Vidya's tits. He unbuttoned her blouse and made Vidya raise her arms. The blouse was soon on the floor, with Vidya's bosom hidden only by a small bra. My wife only threw back her head and purred as this lowly milkman continued to grope her chest. He then worked all over her, turning her around and kissing her buttocks, before playfully spanking them as Vidya laughed.

Watching the amorous couple make out, I realized they were very comfortable with each other. Ramu didn't call Vidya the usual respectable 'memsaab' but was referring to her by name as he aggressively mauled her. Vidya also seemed very familiar with Ramu's touch. As my dick surged, I realized they must have been having this affair for some time now. I wondered how many times they had done it on our bed.
What's the matter with me, I scolded myself. My wife is making out with the milkman, and here I was, thinking about how many times he has fucked her. Instead of getting angry, I was getting aroused.

Finally, Vidya and Ramu took a breather.

"I will get you some tea, Ramu." My wife offered.

"No, you vyabhichaarinee." Ramu told her. He was actually insulting her in shuddh Hindi! "Vyabhichaarinee" actually meant a loose woman, or an adulteress. Ramu said it in a mocking manner. Then he reverted to a more crude term.

"Saali bhos (you cunt), I want you." He grabbed at her boobs. Vidya playfully slapped his hands away.

"Later, Ramu. Let me go get some tea for you. I want to have some tea as well."

Vidya left for the kitchen, and Ramu sat down on my sofa, picked up the remote, and switched on the TV. Here was my doodhwala, a guy whose social standing was way below mine, and he was sitting in my house, watching my television, while having just enjoyed the charms of my wife.
My mind was in a shock. What was happening? Was Vidya really having another affair? Why had she not told me about this?
Vidya soon returned with the tea.

"Milk?" She asked, bending over to pour some sweetener into the tea.

"Hold on." Ramu lurched forward and grabbed her boobs. "Let this doodhwaala milk his favourite cow."

He reached into her bra, fumbled, and gently popped out one of her breasts. He repeated the action with her other one, as Vidya froze in position, bent over, remaining still. Her boobs were now hanging out of her bra, swinging pendulously. Ramu squeezed one tit, and then the other one. He pretended to milk her breasts as one would milk a cow. I had my dick out of my pants and was rubbing myself as I watched the scene through my iPad.
So there was my wife, bent over, with her bare boobs being fondled by our milkman, and he was calling her a cow, pretending to 'milk' her, while she was laughing and enjoying (even playfully making "moo" sounds).

Ramu finished his tea as Vidya sat beside him, watching him and enjoying her cup of tea as well. She made no move to make herself respectable and place her breasts back inside her bra, and they now hung out. She and Ramu made small talk, mostly about politics and the weather. Occasionally, while drinking tea, Ramu would reach out and squeeze one of her nipples, and Vidya would squeal with glee.

Ramu finished his tea, put down the cup and looked at Vidya.

"Vidya, this morning I had coffee at Tina memsaab's place. Then I have tea here. Now I will have you."

"Yes, Ramu!" Vidya reached her arms around her back, and unhooked her bra, and threw it across the room. The pallu of her sari fell from her shoulders. She was now topless, locked in a passionate embrace with my milkman.

"Oh, Ramu!" Vidya was now stroking a big bulge in Ramu's lungi with her hands. Ramu had by then unwrapped the sari off Vidya, so she only had her petticoat and panties on. Soon the petticoat was violently ripped off her body, and I could see that Vidya's panty was really a thong, so thin that it slipped into the crack of her butts, leaving the round globes of her ass in full view. This was a complete reversal of our situation, where it would be I who would be naked and Vidya clothed. Here, Vidya was completely exposed to our milkman, while he still had all of his clothes on.

"Ramu, pick me up, and take me to our room." Vidya urged him. She was now very horny, her voice hoarse with desire.
"Yes, memsaab."

Laughing, he picked up my wife easily. Vidya threw her arms around his neck, and her legs wrapped around his waist, essentially straddling him. I could see that Ramu had no trouble keeping his balance and walk, so strong was he, as Vidya remained attached to him. His hands supported her buttocks, and he would slap and spank at her ass while she continued to kiss him on his eyes, his ears, his nose, and of course, his mouth. My wife was now moaning as Ramu groped and squeezed and played with her butt cheeks, and he was carrying her out of the living room, and thus out of my view.
I could hear him walk up the stairs and soon they were in our marital room. Vidya's ass was now quite red from Ramu's spanks. It was her fault really, she had straddled him, leaving his hands free and her bare butts exposed and vulnerable – and Ramu had taken advantage.

Vidya slipped out of her thong and lay down on the bed, completely naked, with her long legs spread wide open, giving Ramu a perfect view of her already wet pussy. Ramu sat on the bed and started to kiss her. They kissed long and hard while his hands continued to massage and pinch her boobs.
Ramu then stood up and untied the knot that held his lungi together and it dropped to floor.

I gasped as I saw his erect tool – he was hung like a horse. His cock was really big. I had thought Gaurav had a big dick, but here I could see that Ramu eclipsed Gaurav easily. I almost came at the thought of this monster penetrating my beautiful wife's thighs.

Next came off Ramu's shirt. He had a washboard stomach and a beautiful chest. In the words Vidya would later use to describe him, he was a hard working dark skinned stud.

A great pang of inadequacy hit me, as I realized this blue collar worker, who could be working for years to earn what I earned in a day, was soon going to fuck my wife. And I was powerless to stop it, hiding in the closet and wanking off to the sight of my married wife's pussy getting a good old fashioned pounding by a stud.

Vidya had her hands wrapped completely around his tool and was giving him a thorough hand rub. She needn't have bothered as Ramu was as hard as a rock. His penis looked like a huge weapon, ready for action. Ramu made Vidya sit up and he himself went down on his knees and started to lick her pussy. After a bit he pushed two big fingers inside her pussy and started finger fucking my wife. I could see the sunlight glistening in her hole as she was totally wet by then. Vidya was by now moaning loudly, begging Ramu to take her.

Ramu pushed himself against Vidya. He moved his hips up and pressed the head of his giant cock at her opening. He pushed forward and Vidya pushed back. She was so wet that in one motion, Ramu slid the entire length of his cock into her pussy. He soon had a rhythm going. I could hear the loud "thop" "thop" "thop" "thop" "thop" pumping sound, with my wife Vidya matching her lover thrust for thrust.

I realized that I was now, for the second time in my life, watching another man take my wife in our bedroom. With my full consent, my wife was now being penetrated by another well hung stud, a bull, while I massaged my dick in the closet. And what's more, Vidya knew I was there – she was the one who told me to be there!

A message from Vidya suddenly lit up my iPad, breaking my thoughts. I realized Vidya had sent a timed sms to me, pre-programming her phone to send me this message at a specific time. Ignoring the loud moans from the bed, I clicked to read her message.

"CUCKOLD (noun) – a man whose wife has committed adultery, often regarded as an object of scorn."
So there it was, my wife was telling me in no uncertain terms what she thought of me, at the same time as our milkman was exploring her innermost depths. The words made me flush red with shame, as I realized her description was true – she was getting a thorough fucking by our milkman and I was incapable of stopping her, and she was scorning me. I was a cuckold.

As he pumped her, Ramu was complimenting Vidya on her breasts, taking them in his hands and squeezing them up to lick each nipple in turn. He then told her, "Look at you, Vidya, moaning like a cheap prostitute, getting a fuck from me, your milkman. Doesn't your husband satisfy you like this?"
"Mmm...mmm ..." Vidya was in her own zone. "My husband has a small cock, Ramu. It's not even fit to be called a cock."
"Then I," Ramu declared with an evil smile as he drilled her, "am reaching parts of you that your husband has never been."
"Oh yes! Oh yes!"

I came in my pants, shooting into my hand, at the same time as Ramu ejaculated in her. Vidya was in heaven as Ramu pumped, and pumped, and pumped, his seed into her. As his balls slapped against her thighs, he kept calling her all types of names – randi (prostitute), chudail (witch), chutiya (pussy), kutti (bitch), bhos (cunt) and so on. Vidya, the wife of a respected employee of a global Indian company, was lapping it all up, as she writhed around on the bed in ecstasy. Our milkman was insulting her with the vilest of insults, and she was content to be impaled on his monster tool. Ramu's hips buckled as he continued to ejaculate into her womb.

Afterwards, as they remained on bed entangled in each other's arms, with his cum running down my wife's thighs, Ramu ran his fingers through her hair and asked her, "Vidya, what will happen if your husband finds out I have been fucking his wife for the last couple of weeks?"
"Nothing." Vidya answered. "He will realize how a proper man fucks his wife."
Ramu grinned. "So you are going to tell him?"

"Oh no! He will never find out!" Vidya adamantly replied, knowing full well I was watching them from within ten feet away. "I have no intention of telling him."

"Yes, but what if I tell him?" Ramu had a sinister smirk. He moved his body slightly, and his dick came out of my wife with an audible plop sound.
"No, you ... won't ... please tell me you won't." Vidya pleaded with him, while starting to rub his now limp phallus. "Please don't."
"Why not?" Ramu was enjoying my wife begging him, and giving him a gentle hand rub while doing so. "I have seen how he behaves with me – as I don't exist! I want to hold him by the collar and tell him, I am man enough to fuck your wife in your house, over and over, for many days! Oh he will like that!"
"No, please don't do that." Vidya was now licking his cum soaked member and cajoling him. "Please. He's a nice, kind man and I don't want to hurt him. Please."

"Then I won't fuck you again, randi." Ramu decided. "I am not going to be your little toy coming here every day for your amusement."
"No, no, no! Ramu, please don't!" My wife tried to stop him as he stood up, his cock half erect. I marveled at his power, he had just dumped a gallon of cum in Vidya's vagina, and here he was – Vidya's sucking had managed to get him ready to go again. She was still pleading with him. "Please don't say you will leave me, Ramu." She started to cry. "I need your cock in me. Please."

"Ok, kutti." Ramu sat back down on the edge of the bed and caught hold of a crying Vidya. Holding her firmly by her hair, he made her get down from the bed and kneel down in front of him. Vidya chocked back her sobs and looked up at Ramu in apprehension. Her mouth was now level with his cock. She gave it a small kiss.

I admired Ramu's position. He was just an ordinary milkman, who in his life probably never had fucked someone as fair skinned or as high class a woman as Vidya. And here he was, with admirable self-control, having a woman like Vidya at his mercy, begging with him, cajoling him, all to get laid.
SLAP!
SLAP!
Without warning, Ramu slapped my wife hard, twice. I was surprised to see him do that, but Vidya didn't even flinch. It looked like she was used to being used as a mere object of pleasure by this blue collar man, and she was relishing it.

"Admit it, saali," He told her roughly, slapping her again and again. "You are a slut and you need my manhood."

"Yes. Sob! I need you in me, Ramu. Sob! I need a real man's meat inside me. I am a slut."

"OK." Ramu decided, "I won't tell your husband, and I will keep you on as my rakhail (mistress). But rakhails have to do what their master tells them to do."

He slapped her a few more times, leaving dark red marks across her cheeks. Then he roughly pulled her up and positioned her on the bed, face down, with her butt up. Ramu's cock was now completely hard. I was astonished at his recovery powers –this was the second time he would be fucking my wife Vidya today in a manner of minutes.

He rubbed some saliva onto his dick, as Vidya cocked her head back to look expectantly. With a grunt, he plunged his hardness into the welcoming, fleshy cushions of her ass, this time penetrating her anally. I could hear Vidya gasp as he ploughed his way through, and no doubt she could feel the beginning of another orgasm.

Mixed emotions ran rampant through me as I watched my wife's ass slide up and down his wet cock. The look of pleasure and pain on my wife's face as her buttocks were being pounded by her lover's hard, throbbing cock nearly made me cum again.

Ramu proceeded to fuck her ass hard and fast as if he had a train to catch. He had grabbed Vidya's hips with either hand and pulled her closer to him, thrusting deeply into her. Vidya was now crying out with what could only be the cries of pain combined with unbelievable pleasure. With each thrust, he slapped her ass and they jiggled with the blow. Ramu suddenly went stiff and let out a primal howl as he started to cum in her rear tunnel. When he was finally through, Ramu pulled out and rolled onto his side, leaving a trail of semen across my wife's caboose.

"Vidya, madam, I am leaving. I still have to visit a few more houses to deliver milk."

"Yes. Yes." Vidya was still moaning, her eyes shut, cum oozing out of her every orifice. "When will you come tomorrow again, Ramu?"
SLAP!
SLAP!

Ramu sharply slapped my wife a couple of times.

"I will come when I will come." Ramu told her, putting his clothes back on. He then pinched her playfully on her buttocks twice. "You will remain home all day to wait for me."
"Yes, Ramu." Vidya was still lying on the bed, her hand rubbing her crotch area. "I am your rakhel. I will be ready for you all day."

I heard the main door shut and Ramu leave. I wanted to come out of the closet, but Vidya had asked me to wait.

"Oh my fat cuckold, are you there?" Vidya asked me in a sing-song voice. "Come out now."

I opened the door of the closet and walked out. I was now wearing only my underwear and a T-shirt. And what a sight greeted me. It was the vision of my wife, her face glowing, fresh from fucking another man, with the room reeking of his sweat and cum.

"Did you wank off, my little cuckold?" Vidya asked me, turning around and sitting up. As she did so, more cum leaked out of her openings.
"Yes, dear, once. The first time when he entered and started to cum in you today."

"So honey, how do you like my leaking pussy? It's really very slippery down here. Your milkman has left quite a mess."
I nodded, hardly able to talk as I took in the sight.

Vidya then asked me to undress and come to bed. I complied meekly. Once I was in bed, Vidya grabbed my ears.
"Now that I had my fun, dear, do you want to hear about how our affair started?" She asked.

"Yes, dear."

"Well, since you just wanked off, you will need time to recuperate. After all, you are not Ramu. So I'd better tell you how a milkman got to fuck his malkin, and perhaps that will get you going again, eh, hubby darling?"

"Yes, dear."

Vidya then slapped me, hard.

SLAP!

"You are nothing but a cuckold!"
"Yes, dear."

SLAP!

"All you wanted was to see another man fuck your wife. You are not a real man."
"Yes, dear."
SLAP!
"And now, you want to know how your wife started to be the rakhail of an ordinary milkman."
"Yes, dear."
SLAP!
"And now, because of you, a lowly milkman has his way with me while you hide in the closet."
"Yes, dear."
SLAP!
"I am treated like an ordinary whore by Ramu, because my husband's cock can't satisfy me in bed."
"Yes, dear."
SLAP!
"This rough, low class, rude man slaps your wife and insults her, and all you do is ask for more."
"Yes, dear."
SLAP!
"I have become a saali, a rakhail, a bhos, a chuttiya, a raandi – all because of you."
"Yes, dear."
SLAP!
I was now breathing hard, as was my wife. With each slap my cock rose up just a little. Vidya started her story.
"You remember, darling, the conversation we had the other day, about a month ago, when you rather shamelessly admitted you wouldn't mind seeing me with another man in bed?"
"Yes, dear."
SLAP!

"That got me thinking. I mean, sex with you is, I admit, pleasurable. And you do manage to make me cum. But it's a lot of work on my behalf. Ever since Gaurav, I missed having someone just, you know, take me. Use me. Fuck me. I missed having a REAL dick in my pussy."
"Yes, dear."
SLAP!

"So, next morning, since you seemed open to the idea, I started to think who could fuck me, who would I grant the privilege of making you a cuckold – again! At first I thought of your friends, but they are all like you – fat, geeky, shy. Not a real man. Then I thought of my old boyfriends, particularly Mohan. But I realized part of the thrill I was getting was that I needed to feel a new dick."
"Yes, dear."
SLAP!
"And then, the doorbell rang. I knew it was Ramu, who had come to deliver our milk. A thrill ran through my legs as I realized that Ramu could be my next lover. He was dark skinned, which I like, and I could see he had a ripping physique. And I have heard these lower class labourers can be pretty handy between their legs. And now we know he was good, eh?"
"Yes, dear."
SLAP!

"I actually felt more comfortable with the idea of letting a 100-rupee-a-day labourer fuck me like a street side whore, than to let one of your middle class friends insert his dick into my married pussy." Vidya confessed. "Does that make sense?"
"Yes, dear, it sounds cheap but it's making me more excited."
SLAP!

"That's because you are not a real man, darling. That's why Ramu can cum in me as he wants, while you need help."
"Yes, dear."

In addition to constantly slapping me for being a cuckold, Vidya also kept rubbing my dick, which was getting harder and harder. In particular, I was now eagerly awaiting the story of how Vidya seduced Ramu, once she decided on him.
"You remember, darling, my bathrobe, the one that just comes up to my hips?" When I nodded, Vidya continued. "I decided to ditch my saris, and wear that. So, wearing just this flimsy bathrobe, and a small thong, I opened the door."
"He must have gotten a shock," I commented.

"Yes." Vidya confirmed. "Ramu's eyes were wide open as he stared at me. I then asked him to follow me to the kitchen to put the milk in the fridge. I could tell his eyes were on my ass, and my shapely legs, as I led him to the kitchen. As I bent over and opened the fridge door, I am sure he must have gotten a good look at my panty covered moist pussy."
I could picture it in my mind. An average milkman would have certainly thought of nothing else the whole day after Vidya had flashed him.
"Does that excite your little wee wee, darling?" Vidya asked.

"Yes, dear."
SLAP!
"That shows you are not a real man, darling." Vidya told me. "Ever since I flashed Ramu, I started to be very wet down there. I started to have all these naughty thoughts of being used by two or three of these labourers as a plaything. I wanted Ramu to fuck me with his big cock and then make you lick my pussy. These thoughts kept coming to me daily. That's what you put in my head, darling, with that talk of yours. That's what you made me think of all the time now – a big cock!"

"I am sorry, darling."
SLAP!

"This continued for a few days." Vidya went on with her story. "I would tease him with different clothes. Once I wore your dress shirt, and nothing else. Then one day, I tried to get a glass from the top shelf and Ramu saw me unable to that. He had gotten a bit bolder by this time, so he decided to help me and reached for the glass. But while doing so, he pressed his body close to mine, and his arm was touching mine. My hand was already shaking and he pressed his hand onto mine. And then he just stayed like that. His body was almost spooning mine, and I could feel his hard cock against my ass. I could tell he was a giant there, and I knew I made the right choice."

"Were you scared?" I asked her.
"A little." Vidya laughed. "I wanted things to move but at my own pace. Not too fast."
She laughed again, and I cringed at the thought how quickly I had become used to the idea of my wife seducing another man.
Vidya then continued, "Ramu stayed like that, and so did I, for a few seconds. I think he was testing my limits. I didn't push him off or scold him, and so he stepped back reluctantly. Remember, I was just wearing a shirt, so his hardness was actually rubbing against my bare clitoris."
"Wow, that must have been something for him." I remarked.

"Yes, but more importantly, I could feel his throbbing manhood." Vidya answered. "I was so wet, I almost wanted to rip his lungi off and ask him to fuck me there. But I knew this had to go on at its own pace or it would backfire. It was all I could think of that night. Remember that was the night I made you lick me several times to an orgasm before I allowed you to cum in me?"
"Yes, dear."

SLAP!
"That was because I could think of nothing but Ramu's strong body. His powerful legs. I could picture his heavy testicles. His strong buttocks. His big penis. And oh, his dark skin against my fair skin. I didn't even think of you once as you fucked me."
"Er ... I see, darling, I understand."

"The next day, I asked him to stay for tea. I was wearing one of your old T-shirts that day. Ramu, who was a bit apprehensive whether I would be upset, lit up into a smile when I asked him for tea. So there I was, dressed just in a loose T-shirt that barely covered my butts, making tea for our milkman, when out of the blue, he grabbed my right butt cheek and pinched me."
"Wow, he certainly moved fast!" I was, once more, amazed at Ramu's audacity.

"Yes," Vidya replied. "But even then, I didn't do anything, just glare at him and continued to make him tea. The next two days, the same thing happened. He would pinch or spank my ass, and then actually knead my bum, before I would give him tea. Remember, this was my bare bum he was playing with. I don't think Ramu ever thought he would be spanking a gori mem like me on her butt and she would allow him to do so without repercussions. I think letting him have his way with my ass now made him now quite bold. However, this was nothing compared to what happened the next day. Things moved really fast."

Vidya had stopped slapping me now. She ran her hand up and down my shaft. I was now very hard. The story of Vidya's teasing and eventual succumbing at the hands of Ramu was making me very horny. Vidya continued her tale.

"The next day, I had very little on. I wore one of your big, dress shirts, with few buttons unbuttoned to give Ramu a good view of my cleavage. Ramu arrived on time, and this time he said he needed money. I had completely forgotten that it was that time of the month, when we paid him for a month's milk and cleared the tab. I told him to come to the kitchen while I got the money. I was really enjoying the hungry looks he was giving my butt as we walked to the kitchen. He smacked my bum a couple of times as we walked through the hallway. I even froze and let him knead my bare ass cheeks with his rough hands, before we proceeded to the kitchen. However, after looking around the kitchen for a bit, and while he followed my chest with his eyes, I told him I didn't have any money on me. I couldn't find enough change. Ramu then asked me if I would like to, in his words, 'pay another way'."
"We all know what he meant." I said drily.

"Yes," Vidya replied with a smirk. "With that, he suddenly made his move. I guess I had been teasing him enough and Ramu decided to hell with the consequences – he would have me. He came from behind me and grabbed me. His hands automatically went to my breasts as he pushed me face down on the kitchen table. So there I was, bent over the kitchen table, wearing only a shirt but with my bum naked, wet from all my teasing, and ready to be taken."

I whistled. It was some mental image. Vidya continued, "Ramu dropped his lungi, pulled out his prick and started to fuck me all in seconds. It happened so fast! I wanted to mock scream in anger and indignation, but his pounding and oh, how he fucked me!"
Vidya paused as she vividly recollected the scene in her mind.

"Darling, it was an amazing feeling as he drove his penis deep inside me." Vidya recounted. "And honey, when I say deep, I mean deep. I had never been penetrated so far and I had to brace myself as he lunged in and out. Well, except for Mohan. You know, I have often talked about my old boyfriend Mohan, and how he had a huge dick?"

I nodded. I knew all about Mohan, and the various sex positions he used on Vidya.

"Now imagine Mohan's size, given how huge Ramu was. Of, if only Mohan was here now, and he and Ramu fucked me together ..." Vidya began to rub her clit as she started to fantasize being taken by two monster cocks. After a while, rather grudgingly, she went back to her story.
"After a few strokes of his meat, my anger and indignation turned to a huge craving, and I began to beg Ramu to fuck me as hard and as deep as he could. I was beyond caring, I was shouting! In that one moment, I went from being mildly curious about an affair with Ramu to being an addict of his cock!"

"And then suddenly," Vidya continued, "I could feel him stiffening, and his knees going weak. And then he came all over me! I couldn't stand up, my knees were buckling at his fucking, and he had deposited a gallon of cum inside me! He didn't even ask for a condom; he didn't even tell me he was going to cum – he just filled me up! It trickled down my legs on to the floor – everywhere! Afterwards, as I lay there, Ramu slapped me. I looked up at him in a daze. I was still numb from the fuck. Ramu slapped me again, and then told me to get up and make him tea. He was ordering me about! And somehow, I don't know why, the idea of this low class man slapping me and ordering me about made me wet! I would never allow you to treat me like that, darling, and here I was getting slapped by the milkman! And of course I made him tea, and boy did he smack my behind whenever I walked past him in the kitchen."

"You do have a very nice ass, darling." I told her.

"Why thank you." Vidya smiled. She ran her lips on my dick, helping it become more rigid, and continued her tale. "Even though he liked my ass, I would find out later Ramu was more fascinated with my boobs. I guess, coming from a lower class background, the women he has screwed don't wear bras, so their breasts lack support. Mine are big, full, perky, bouncy, and no doubt I am much fair skinned than he is used to. He just can't stop squeezing them!"

"You do have wonderful boobs, darling." I acknowledged her busty rack.

Vidya then lied down on her back, and told me to mount her. Her cunt was completely wet, and Ramu's cum was sloshing around in her cavity as I plunged into her.
"I can hardly feel you darling." Vidya told me, as I started to grind against her, feeling another man's cum in my wife's vagina. "That Ramu has stretched my cunt like anything. Did you see how I was riding his cock, baby? That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
I nodded and continued to grate against Vidya.

"Anyways," Vidya continued, hardly even feeling my movements. "So as I was saying, after he had his tea, he told me to get ready, again. I was amazed at how fast he was up again. I then told him. 'Let's move this into the bedroom.' I fucked Ramu twice more that morning. And he has been coming back, every day, since then."

"How long will you continue to see him, darling?" I asked Vidya, as she moved her hips in tune to my thrusts.

"Honey!" Vidya laughed. "You saw the size of Ramu's monster. Do you have to ask? I thought that's what you wanted? You think you can pretend you don't want me to see him anymore, but that tiny dick of yours that's so hard now inside my clit isn't lying, my little cuckold. He's huge, and when that cock goes inside your wife, she becomes a different person, dear. I want him."
I must have made a face, for Vidya then taunted me, "Awww, what's wrong honey? You look so scared and sad ... hehe ... I know, I know, baby, it's tough to see me with a real man's dick. I know it looks like you could never please me again, but that's why I wanted you to watch, sweetie."
That did it. Vidya's taunts put me over the edge. With a grunt, I started to cum in her. When I was finally done, I collapsed on her, drained.
Vidya gently cupped my cheeks, kissed me a deep, long, loving kiss.

"Happy anniversary, darling." She said, hugging me tightly. "I love you. I hope you loved your present. You are not mad, are you, darling? Please? Talk to me, sweetie."
"Oh no! I loved my gift, dear! Happy anniversary, sweetheart." I gushed, grateful for a hot, slutty wife like Vidya. "I LOVED IT!"
"Really?" Vidya's eyes lit up. She kissed me again and again. "I was so worried. I was so nervous as to how you would take it. I am so glad to have you as my husband, darling, I really am a lucky woman!"

We kissed several times as we made wild love all day.

The next morning as I left for work, I ran into Ramu at the gate. He greeted me with a polite smile and a nod. My emotions and feelings were confused as I answered and headed out, now with the secure knowledge that this ordinary milkman had actually fucked my wife every day for the last 2 weeks, several times daily, and moreover, was heading up to do the same again in my absence. What really turned me on was that my wife was being penetrated by a guy with a huge penis, much larger than mine, and he was fucking my wife in my house, on my own bed. Vidya did things with him that she never came close to doing with me, and she let him do things to her that I could only dream about. Ramu was quite rough at times with her, and Vidya willingly went along with him.

Sometimes I wondered if Ramu was stretching my wife's cunt beyond recovery with all that sex. When she asked me (sometimes) to fuck her at night, she complained that she could hardly feel my tiny dick. Every time I had to leave town for a business, I knew he kept her bed warm, and her pussy warmer. Ever since our marriage, she's never been fucked so hard and so deep for so long. And it kept me turned on all day at work to think of what he was doing to her in my absence. Once I came home and found Vidya applying some cream to her very red buttocks. When I asked her about it, she simply told me with a smile, "Oh, I was a naughty girl today, and I was punished for it."

This continued until Ramu had to go back to his village because of some family crisis, and he wasn't going to return to the city in the near future. My wife Vidya had been Ramu's mistress and sex slave for nearly three months by then. The last day he came to visit her, he had her four times, once cumming in the mouth, once shoving it up her the ass, and twice she did him in the kitchen, taking his monster cock up her cunt for one last, good-bye fuck. When I came home, I found her sleeping on the sofa, covered in love bite marks and dried cum, her butt covered with red crimson welts from Ramu's spanking.

Both of us are glad that our lives are now back to normal. Vidya says she misses her lover, but it was just a nice distraction in our daily lives, and I have nothing to worry about from her. Sometimes though, in the middle of the night when I would be into her, she would take his name. Or Mohan's. And I would wonder just how long it would be before I encouraged her to find yet another lover.

more updates are coming, stay tuned..........

 

[Adam WarlocK]

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