My Indian Slut Wife Vidya Ch. 14

"Oh God! Rajesh it is still sooo hard." My wife, delirious and hardly in her senses, wrapped her hands around her lover's shaft. "I must give you a blowjob, Sirjee."

She got down from the bed and went on her knees in front of him and slowly put out her tongue and licked his hard meat.

"Ooooohhh," Mr. Sarun closed his eyes and enjoyed my hot wife licking his hard cock. Vidya was now sucking his cock in earnest.

"Rajesh, you are a lucky man," My boss remarked. "Your wife has got juicy lips. I am going to enjoying cumming in these."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Oh Rajesh, Sirjee is so huge." My wife taunted me, as she continued taking his cock in her mouth. "He completely fills my mouth."

Mr. Sarun turned to my wife and gave her a tight slap.

SLAP!

"Who are you, Vidya?"

If Vidya was confused, she didn't show it.

"Sirjee, I am your slut, and your property."

Mr. Sarun slapped my wife again, this time a little harder.

SLAP!

"I meant both of you, slut."

"Oh, I am sorry, Sirjee. We are both your slaves, and your property, Sirjee. I am his wife, but your slut. I am soon going to carry your child, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun slapped Vidya again, but this time a little more softly.

SLAP!

"Now look into that camera, and tell your husband that you are going to get a face full of cum."

Vidya did as she was asked to do. Mr. Sarun slapped my wife again.

SLAP!

"And what will happen in a few months, my bitch?"

Vidya looked at me straight in the eye and said, "Will you still love me, cuckold, when my breasts and belly starts to swell? My sexy, slim body filling out as another man's baby, a real man's baby, grows inside me?"

"Er ... yes, of course, ma'am." I had to reply. I saw Mr. Sarun give a sardonic smile. He slapped my wife again.

SLAP!

"Good! Now continue."

I could see that Vidya's eyes, despite her punishment, despite being slapped humiliatingly, was full of lust, as she licked and sucked on my boss's penis and scrotum with passion.

"Come here, cuck." Mr. Sarun turned to me. "Hold your wife's hair. I don't want anything to come in between my cock and her lips."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

I obeyed, and I could see Vidya eagerly go down again on my boss. My wife's expert sucking soon paid off as Mr. Sarun moaned, "I'm gonna cum, slut."

Vidya was just able to get his monster out of her mouth as he shot his hot cum all over my beautiful wife's face and boobs. Vidya looked every inch a slut as she lay there coated in his cum from her face down to her boobs. She looked right at me for an instant, knowing how much this turned me on.

"Oh, so much cum, Sirjee." My wife turned to my boss and said seductively, as she dipped a finger into the cum on her body and tasted it. "Mmm this tastes so good, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun, finally spent, turned to look at me.

"Did you like the view, cuckold?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Did you get it all on the phone, cuckold?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"So ... stop recording now, you idiot. And let go of her hair."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Since you are not going to be of any use," Mr. Sarun mocked. "Why don't you go and do the dishes in the kitchen?"

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Come on, MOVE!" He growled.

Like a trained dog I went to the kitchen. It wasn't like there was anything I could have done. My boss was an alpha man and he was going to do what he wanted.

"And if you are done and want to come back, stay outside and knock first." Mr. Sarun yelled. "I am just getting started with this slut wife of yours."

* * *

Early the next morning, I was up at 830 am, preparing breakfast and brewing some hot coffee. As I cut the onions and prepared the eggs, Ashish's conversation came back to my mind.

When Ashish and I had last seen each other, I had asked him what would happen at this Annual Poker party. Ashish had crossed his fingers and taken a serious look at me.

"You better prepare yourself well for this party. There's usually a lot of booze." Ashish had told me. "Obviously, we play poker, and it's usually very high stakes. We play with real cash. And Sarun usually brings in his servant women: Narges, and Rukmani. Rukmani is a favourite of many of the guys because she's young... and I think she's Nepali, so there's that Oriental appeal. But the highlight, as always, remains the wife - the mistress of the house. On this occasion, it will be Vidya."

I had to ask.

"What does that mean, Sir?"

"Simply put... Vidya will be expected to provide sexual favours to EVERYONE at the party. No questions asked. Except you, of course. The husband doesn't get to fuck the wife." Ashish hd explained. "Sarun will provide you a detailed set of instructions. You will not be allowed to even fuck her, for example, a week before that. She must monitor her periods so she is clear on the day of the party. During the game, and then later on during that night, each of us will have our way with Vidya. She can expect some of us to be pretty rough with her. Almost every past poker night has resulted in at least one gang bang, if not several. Your wife will have one sore pussy, and even more sore ass, the next morning. It's going to be a proper orgy, a night of debauchery."

That conversation once again came to my head this morning.

As I began to brew the coffee, I began to lay out my plans. Clearly Mr. Sarun was holding the party at the end of this week, and of course this week he was with my wife, so I was not fucking her. The house already had high-definition cameras hidden, so we would get plenty of footage of these men from the Board having their way with my wife.

... these men from the Board having their way with my wife ...

I just had to prepare myself emotionally. I mean, my wife wasn't cheating on me. There was no dishonesty, mistrust and deceit. In our arrangement, she was being honest and true to herself, and I was being honest and true to myself. My wife had the encouragement of a loving husband who celebrated her pleasure just as my own.

Yeah, right. I could start more on those pathetic thoughts right now.

It was time to take their breakfast to the room, as per Mr. Sarun's instructions last night. I undressed completely, as he had commanded me to be always naked in his presence. I walked up to the bedroom - my bedroom - and knocked.

"Come in, cuck!" Mr. Sarun's voice was gruff.

As I entered the room to bring him and my wife breakfast after their passion filled night, I couldn't help but notice Mr. Sarun's smug expression on his face. It's a bit more cocky than usual. He has a reason for that.

Not only had he slapped me last night, for the first time he had humiliated me by kicking me in my buttocks, that too in front of my wife. I had to even thank him for that. For the first time I was being told that after two weeks, I was cut off from sex with my own wife. Oral would be accepted but from now on, she will fuck only him. My wife was going to carry his baby. It was complete - as far as Mr. Sarun was concerned, he completely owned my wife now, and I was just a servant boy.

As I walked towards the table in the corner, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the two of them lying in bed naked. As always, there was a strong smell of sex and sweat in the room. It had been a long night for her, and their passion was quite loud. It was clear that he had gotten her off repeatedly.

Vidya was resting her head on Mr. Sarun's broad hairy chest and caressing his muscular shoulders and biceps. She had the contented look of a well-fucked woman. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me. I hastily remembered Mr. Sarun's instructions and his strict warning of not looking at my naked wife and glanced away. After all, I didn't want to be punished again.

I needn't have worried. They were so engrossed with each other, that they got busy kissing each other again, completely ignoring me as I placed the breakfast tray with sandwiches and hot coffee on the table in one corner. Mr. Sarun's thick cock was lying across one leg, glistening with my wife's cunt juices. Even when soft, his cock was thicker and longer than mine was when hard. Vidya's legs were soon beginning to spread a little, and I could see a pool of white cum between her legs. She had been freshly fucked, and yet here she was, and Mr. Sarun, ready to go again!

I remained standing in one corner, my eyes cast down at the floor, trying to avoid looking at the amorous couple, especially my wife. When Mr. Sarun finally turned his attention to me, he laughed out loud, and my wife joined in with him.

"Look at that cuckold, trying to avoid looking at his slut wife's big tits and her cunt shamelessly full of another man's cum!" He sneered, even as he tweaked and pinched my wife's nipples.

"Well, Sirjee, he is good at following your orders." My wife laughed, "And all he needed was some tight slaps, and some solid kick to the bum!"

Mr. Sarun laughed, loudly kissed my wife again, and then turned to me.

"Come here, cuckold," He ordered. "Wipe your wife's pussy clean. A pussy that I have just fucked. I give you permission to look."

"Yes, Sir." I replied. As I walked towards them, Vidya couldn't help but taunt me.

"Oh, cuckold, you need to see just how much your boss makes me cum! And he always puts a lot of his cum in me. Soon it will make a baby inside me." My wife said, giggling and eagerly spreading her legs. Cum started to ooze out of her hole like molten lava emerging from a volcano, staining the sheets. It was a lot of cum and I had to stare in shock for a minute. How much was hers, and how much was Mr. Sarun's?

"I have got to be honest, darling." My wife giggled again. "I just cum so much harder with your boss."

"She does because she can do stuff with me that she can never with you." My boss grunted.

"Er ... yes, Sir."

I quickly went to the bathroom to get some tissues and used it to wipe her pussy and thighs. It was still dripping with Mr. Sarun's thick cum which was amazingly still running down her legs. As I cleaned her, I realized I needed more tissues. There was cum on my hands as well when I finally finished. I went to the washroom and washed my hands.

"Come here cuckold." Mr. Sarun ordered. "Be fast, or I will slap you again."

"Er ... yes, Sir." I hastily made my way to them again.

"Now crawl between her legs and start licking Vidya's pussy," Mr. Sarun ordered. "I hear you are quite good at licking pussy."

"Um ... I guess so, Sir."

"Good. And while you are licking her pussy, I want you to hump your wife's leg as you do it, like a dog."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"Remember ... like a dog."

Mr. Sarun made me crawl between Vidya's legs and start licking her pussy. They both laughed hard as I humped her leg while licking her cunt. My cock, rapidly hardening, was rubbing against the smooth skin of her leg and thighs as I kissed and licked her cunt. It was an amazing sensation, and I couldn't control myself. Within moments I felt myself explode and came all over her leg.

"See, I told you, Sirjee." My wife complained. "He doesn't even last one minute."

"Now clean that up!" Mr. Sarun commanded.

I took more tissues and this time wiped my cum off her leg, as my she and my boss continued to talk, completely ignoring me.

"Did it bother you when your husband agreed to be cuckolded the first time?" Mr. Sarun asked my wife. "With his then boss Gaurav?"

"I wasn't shocked when my husband first agreed to be a cuckold." Vidya answered my boss. "With his ... er ... small penis, I knew he only had small dick energy. When he finally became a cuckold, it allowed me to embrace my freedom, have fun with others. That time, Gaurav was his boss. I fucked him ... and then I fucked the milkman. And when I met you, Sirjee, I could finally enjoy the kind of sex that every woman fantasizes about, Sirjee."

I really hoped she was saying this just for Mr. Sarun's benefit. I had no time to ponder on it, as my boss turned to me.

"Now, Rajesh, watch," Mr. Sarun ordered. "And learn a thing or two."

"Er ... thank you, Sir." I mumbed. I was thanking him for allowing me to watch as he fucked my wife! "So may I look at Vidya ma'am, Sir, even though she is ... um ... naked?"

Mr. Sarun laughed.

"You piece of shit!" He scoffed. "Yes, go stand in that place and watch me fuck your own wife... hmmm ... on second thoughts, wait. Actually ... go get me that bottle of olive oil on that dresser."

"Sure, Sir." I went and got him the olive oil, wondering what he wanted it for. I soon found out.

"You, see, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun smirked. "Like I told your wife, and soon to be my baby momma, a woman's not really a slut until she's been well fucked IN THE ASS. Among other things, it teaches the lady who the boss is. And by now, your slut wife knows who the boss is. Don't you, Vidya?"

"Of course, Sirjee." My wife purred. "You are my boss and I am your slave, Sirjee. I may be another man's wife, but even he knows I am your slut. Only yours. I love being fucked by you Sirjee, even in the ass."

"Good. Now Vidya, kneel like I want you to. I am now going to lube you up nice and pretty."

I watched as Vidya knelt on the bed, her back to me. She was completely naked, of course. Mr. Sarun used his hands to flick at the inside of her thighs, making her spread her legs even more. A pillow was placed under her chin and Vidya rested her head on it, face down. She was now positioned on the end of the bed with her legs spread, her ass elevated, and both her pussy and ass holes on display and available for easy access for Mr. Sarun's cock.

Mr. Sarun splashed olive oil over his hands, and into the crack of my wife's ass. He first slid one finger into the pussy before him, and then began to probe into my wife's rectum with his oily fingers. Vidya responded with moans, then shuddered when caught by a small climax.

"Would you look at that, cuckold." Mr. Sarun exclaimed. "I don't even have the bitch open yet and she's cumming already. What a great slut she is! Don't you agree?"

What could I say or do except nod helplessly? My wife was a slut. His slut.

"He fucked me so hard last night, babe." My wife was purring. "I am so glad I will have his children."

His children? Plural? We only talked about one child! And it was supposed to be an act!

Mr. Sarun soon had two fingers in my poor wife's rectum, and then a third. Her moans were louder now, and more shudders came over her from time to time. Mr. Sarun seemed to take a perverse pleasure in prolonging Vidya's agony. My wife had been right - the fact that she had agreed to be bred by him seemed to have made him even more dominant. He was acting as if he was taking full ownership of my wife - his slave girl - and her womb. After poking her for a few more minutes, lathering her insides with more oil, Mr. Sarun finally seemed satisfied, proclaiming Vidya's ass ready for use.

I looked at her. Vidya's butt was glistening with baby oil. Mr. Sarun, by this time, had gotten off the bed and walked around to be standing in front of her, facing her. My wife raised her head off the pillow, and slowly placed a hand on the body of the man standing by the bed, facing her, and started to move up his body.

Mr. Sarun stood there, looking mighty pleased with himself. His rock hard athletic body, despite his age, was in firm contrast to my own pudgy figure. As Vidya traced one hand up his body, another hand wriggled down to grasp his monstrous appendage.

They were now kissing, again. Vidya's arms were wrapped around my boss's back, while his hands were on her ass. As they sucked each other's tongue, his hands groped and cupped her oily buttocks. Then he raised one hand and smacked her butt cheek.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Her left butt cheek quivered as he spanked her, while his other hand continued to squeeze and pinch her right butt cheek.

"Oh, Sirjee!" Vidya cried out, as Mr. Sarun stopped kissing her. She licked her lips, and then gave him to quick pecks on his cheeks. My boss looked her at her, and then nodded, indicating for her to go down. Vidya quickly acquiesced. She went down on all fours, bending over to move her mouth to my boss's giant cock. As she sucked him there, Mr. Sarun continued to knead and smack my wife on her caboose.

"Oh, Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun exclaimed. "What a good cocksucker your wife is."

"I ... thank you, Sir."

"Rajesh, go get me a cold drink. Vodka again."

"Yes, sir."

When I was back with his drink, Mr. Sarun had one hand in my wife's pussy, rubbing her there while she continued to suck his penis. Seeing me with the drink, my boss gave my wife a resounding slap on her ass.

SMACK!

"OK, sweet cheeks." My boss told Vidya. "Get up. Crawl over to the headstand. Time for you to get fucked in the butt."

"Yes, Sirjee."

My wife stopped what she was doing and crawled over the bed to the headstand. She remained on all fours, waiting. She reminded me of a dog - a bitch - that was faithfully waiting for her master.

Mr. Sarun finished the drink and handed me the glass back. He then climbed on the bed and positioned himself behind Vidya.

"Rajesh!" He turned and saw me standing and barked an order at me. "Get my phone out of my jacket. Make sure you are recording this."

"Yes, sir."

My boss placed a hand on my wife's buttocks. His phallus, now enlarged and ready, was just behind my wife's pussy. With a grunt, Mr. Sarun plunged into my wife Vidya.

"OOOOOH!" Vidya moaned, as Mr. Sarun's manhood ploughed into her. "Sirjee! OOOOH YES!"

"Randi!" Mr. Sarun mocked her. "What a piece of meat you are! Having sex with your husband's boss in front of him! Getting fucked in the gaand, no less!"

"OOOH." Vidya hardly heard him. Her hands were clutched around the pillows under her as her ass gamely took a pounding from my boss. "AAAAAAH."

I recorded him fucking my wife in the ass. There was something so gloriously beautiful watching my fair skinned wife gamely take a big cock in her ass, especially when she looked up and smiled at me a few times.

They went at it for almost five minutes. His hands were around her waist as he hammered her, while she hung on for dear life. Then, as he slowed down, my wife turned back to look at me.

"Darling." She called out to me, her eyes big and her face lighting up with a smile. "Come closer. I want you to watch. His dick ... he's so big ... he hits spots you never can, darling."

"Yes, dear ... er ... ma'am." I awkwardly replied. "I AM watching."

"Record from a little closer, cuckold." Vidya instructed, even as Mr. Sarun smacked her bum. "Please. I need the video later to get me off when Sirjee is not here. Your cock won't do it."

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

"You want to put your baby cock into my ass, cuck!" My wife taunted me. "But as you can see, only real men are allowed to do it!"

"Er ... yes, ma'am. I can see that."

Mr. Sarun's jaw was set, and he was moaning too, along with my wife, on whose face pleasure was clearly written, even as she was impaled on Mr. Sarun's huge cock. Erotic sensations were clearly flowing through her belly, and both the rod pumping into her rectum and Mr. Sarun's finger in her clit combined to send a powerful orgasm gushing through her body.

"Oh, fuck!" My wife moaned, before turned to me again. "I can't believe he is still in my ass, babe. He is so big! And look at you ... you are so hard! Just watching us! You love this just as much as me, don't you?"

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

My wife then turned her attention fully to her lover. Soon she began to moan and scream very loudly.