Indian Housewife Helpless Ch. 02

Dear Readers,

This story is written by Shailee and I have edited it. I am submitting it on her behalf. Shailee is known in this site by user hornybeauty

Hi this is Shailee Sharma again, continuing from the first part. After I turned off the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror and composed myself. Then I wiped myself with the towel and came out to the bedroom with the towel wrapped around my body. The good part about our bedroom is it has long sliding windows on two sides, one overlooking the garden behind our building and the other facing the bedroom of our neighbors. This gives a feeling of openness to the room. Also we have tinted glass put up on all the windows, ensuring our privacy. I walked up to my cupboard and took out my clothes and threw them on the bed. As I was about to remove my towel, I saw a figure sitting at the opposite window. I recognized it to be Mr. Patel, our 65-year-old neighbor. He could, may be see the outline of my body even through the tinted glass as the lights were on. So I reached out for the switchboard and switched off the light. This came as no surprise to me. I had seen him staring at our window many times before. In the darkness, I threw my towel on the bed and wore my clothes, thinking of how many times I had told my husband about the bastard. But my husband never believed how such a respected resident could do such a thing. Mr. Patel was a retired police officer and now worked as a social worker, especially fighting for women's rights. He lived in the house alone after his wife died and daughter got married. I too knew that nobody would believe me if I said that he was a voyeur and a peeping tom. I had no option but to ignore him.

I wore a simple white cotton panty (I wore the bikini panties outside only on my husband's insistence, though I felt really comfortable in these). Over it I wore a white loose slip with thin shoulder straps and came up to my upper thighs (I never wore bras at home). And finally wore a long white housecoat tying up the waistband. It was almost 8:00 p.m. so I decided to cook myself a small meal and watch some TV. But just then the doorbell rang. I was a bit surprised, as I was not expecting anyone. I was really surprised to find my husband standing at the door. He immediately hugged me and gave me a small kiss on the lips, and then explained how he arrived earlier than expected. When I was making tea for him, he hugged me from behind and squeezed my breasts. He ran his hands through my wet hair and turned around my face and smooched me passionately, with his hands running down to my waistband. I knew he was really horny. He did not have sex for 3 days now. When at home he fucked me every single night. He undid the waistband and opened the robe. His hand palmed my crotch as he continued to kiss my neck. Soon he had his hand inside my slip, pinching my nipples. He then made me sit on the kitchen platform and pulled out my panty. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled out his erect tool and entered me. In less than a minute, he erupted in me and I too let out a loud grunt, faking an orgasm. Immediately he withdrew and said the lovely words, " get me the tea quickly."

At this point let me describe to you my husband. He is as you can say, a typical Indian male. He really cares for me and is very understanding in all matters but sex. He believes that a wife must do whatever a husband wants in bed. When my in-laws were alive, they too held the same belief. During the first year of our marriage, my husband used to fuck me at least twice daily. It would be really embarrassing for me when he would call me up to the bedroom in the middle of the day and have sex with me, even as his parents sat in the other room knowing what transpired in our room. Even after 20 years of marriage, he still is the same. When I confronted him with my inability to reach an orgasm regularly, he got angry and said that I was trying to blame on him for my inability to get excited and asked me to masturbate whenever I did not climax. Since that day I have been doing the same. He rolls over to sleep immediately after sex. It is then that I go to the bathroom and rub myself. Also he likes to consider me like a showpiece, which he takes along to parties. He has a personally selected collection of clothes for me to be worn at such parties. His attitude at such cocktail parties is:

"I have the thing you all want".

I do not like this but have to bear it. Coming back, after he left the kitchen, I wore my panty and adjusted the slip, tucking in my tits and then served him tea. He sat on the couch watched the news when his cell phone rang. It was his boss on the line. After talking to him my husband said,

"Come on honey, boss has invited us to the party he has at his house. We must go"

He took a quick bath and got dressed. As it was a ritual, I had to strip fully. Then he selected my undergarments and all my clothes. Today he made me wear a red bikini panty. Then he made me wear a black petticoat, under the navel. Then I wore a black short-sleeved blouse having just two strings at the back, which meant no bra. The neckline was really round and low. The tight blouse always made my breasts push sideways. Then I wore a black silk sari in Gujarati style with the pallu coming from behind to front. I left my long straight hair open and put on bright red lipstick. No make up for me. He personally sprayed perfume on my belly, armpits and even on my cleavage. I knew I looked like a sex object in the dress. I was happy that my daughter wasn't around. I felt really embarrassed wearing such dresses to public parties. I have never been able to talk to her about it, but my husband always says the you will understand when you grow up line to her quizzical looks when she saw me dressed sexily, going to late night parties. But I think now she has grown up and understands her father. Then I wore his favorite 3-inch high-heeled silver sandals and soon we were in the car.

His boss's name was Mr. Rajan Saxena. He is 55 years old, bald, slightly overweight, but really tall (about 6.5") and really strong. He is a foreign educated person and extremely intelligent. He is really polite and sweet spoken. He has a knocker as his wife. Alice is only 32 years old and a perfect 10 figure. She was the daughter of an army colonel. He has a 20-year-old son from his first marriage, which ended with a divorce over his affair with the present wife. He studied in the U.S. Their house was on the outskirts of the city. It was a big bungalow with lawns on the front and back and also a pool at the back.

We reached the house by about 9:00 p.m., we were instructed by the watchman to park the car in the lane, as the parking was full. So we parked the Esteem and entered the house, to be greeted by Alice. She was wearing a golden colored party gown, with two thin straps on the shoulder and a cut up to her right thigh. The dress was of some kind of a satin material, accentuating her figure. I could notice that she did not wear any bra, as her pointed nipples were visible too. Her shoulder length hairs were left open. Her flawless face was covered with light make-up. She wore a diamond pendant with some diamond earrings. She smiled at us and welcomed us saying,

"Hello Mr. Sharma, hi Shailee. We've been waiting for you guys. We thought you would come with your daughter", leading us to the back of the bungalow.

It was when she turned around that we got a view of her plunging back, which exposed her back fully. The back lawn was filled with about 50-60 people. Some were from my husband's office, but many were strangers to me. They were all couples. The pool was empty due to the chilly weather. But there were plenty of people on the lawn and the wooden platform on the right side corner used as the dancing floor. There were a few bonfires lit on the lawn. As we greeted Merry Christmas to the guests, I saw my husband stealing a few glances at Alice. I knew he always lusted for her. He himself had once told me the rumor that did rounds in their office, that Alice was an insatiable bitch, and that she slept with both her husband and her stepson. He also mentioned about the time when she entered her stepson's pool party dressed in a bikini. They believed that the only reason she married Rajan was that he too was really good in bed, and could satisfy her urges, even at this age.

We talked to many people. Alice called us in to the house. Inside Rajan sat with his personal friends and their respective wives on a large circular couch. The room had the full view of the party outside through a floor to ceiling and wall-to-wall glass. Rajan greeted us and introduced us to all his friends. As we settled down on the couch, I noticed Alice responding to my husband's stares by smiling at him. Soon the men were drinking champagne and the women had gin. We drank for almost an hour. We all soon shifted out to the lawns. I noticed Ved, Rajan's son with some of his friends dancing on the dance floor. By about 11:00 p.m. many people had left. Now maybe the number was around 20. I stood alone in a corner. Rajan approached me and asked me for a dance. I looked around for my husband. He was nowhere to be seen.

"Don't think about your hubby. He is doing some serious business"

Saying so he led me to the dance floor, which had three other couples dancing to a soft romantic track. Immediately he pulled me in his arms and put his right arm on my waist. As we danced to the soft music, I was feeling really tired with the day's occurrences and I also was a little tipsy. So I rested my head on Rajan's chest and closed my eyes. As soon as I did this, Rajan pulled my body close to his. I felt his erection on my stomach while his hand went down to squeeze my ass.

"No please Mr. Saxena, I am really very tired….people must be watching" I said.

But he continued his caressing of my ass cheeks. I started to feel a little giddy. This was surprising, as I only had taken a gin and couple of champagnes. I felt a strong suspicion that something was mixed in my drinks as I felt a pulse hitting me in the head. I felt really weak in the legs. I felt like I would fall.

"Hold me around my neck Shailee", said Rajan, taking my hands from around his waist and placing on his shoulders.

I tightened my grip around his neck to stop from falling. Seeing me in this state, he made his move. He caught hold of my sari pallu from behind and slowly pulled it off my shoulders. I could hear whistles and claps as my backless and low-neck sleeveless blouse was exposed. I opened my eyes with some difficulty and looked around. To my shock, we were the only ones on the dance floor. Everybody else was standing in a circle around the floor. I could still not find my husband. As I was looking around, Rajan grabbed my long open hair and smooched me roughly. His tongue probed my mouth and his hand squeezed my boobs. I heard more whistles and catcalls. But what followed was really outrageous. Rajan put his hand into my waist, undid the knot of my petticoat and loosened it fully. Within a second, my sari and petticoat were around my silver high heels. I was standing in the arms of a stranger and between about 15 men and women in only my black short-sleeved and backless blouse without any bra underneath and a skimpy red bikini panty with the silver shoes.

"Hey Rajan, we cant see the bitch's ass. Could you move her hair or should I help?", said a voice.

This was followed by laughter all around. As Rajan moved aside my hair, I heard catcalls and comments like,

"Look at that ass, I'll lose all my money for that butt, take off that panty and show us the globes".

Rajan laughed and replied, "have some patience guys, the bitch is totally stoned and under our control. It's only 11:20, the night is young."

Saying so he patted my ass and wiggled my ass cheeks. I heard a man say

"Look at the flesh in her butt, my wife doesn't have that much on her chest."

Then Rajan caught hold of my open hair and placed them on his shoulders exposing my backside fully to the ogling crowd. Imagine the sight they must have got with my body in only a two-string blouse and a bikini panty. He then grabbed my face and smooched me again.

Then came a voice, "enough of this nonsense Rajan, lets get down to business."

So Rajan grabbed me by my waist and moved me to near the pool, to be followed by the eager crowd. When I looked around, I found Rajan behind me, making me lean over a poolside armchair. As I balanced myself holding the armrests Rajan pushed my hair over my head, and spread it around blocking almost my entire view. Just then I felt his hand pulling my panty sideways over my ass-cheek. His fingers ran over my pussy lips as "Oooooooohs" and "Aaaaahs" could be heard. I felt a finger enter my cunt and run in and out for some moments. I started to get wet. This was followed by a brief halt. But then I felt an electrifying feeling as his dick entered my wet slit. He seemed really fat, making me gasp. After he had entered me fully he remained that way for some time. Then started the jerking. I grabbed the armrest firmly as he thrust into me violently. Within a couple of minutes I felt his hot semen spurt into my cunt. I tried to get up as Rajan withdrew. But I felt a hand putting pressure on my shoulders.

"Not so fast bitch. You know how many dicks you have made hard tonight?" someone said

This was followed by my vagina being ravaged by 8 dicks of all sizes and thickness, one after the other, without any break. At the end of it all I felt a mixture of my as well as their juices running down my thighs. As I lost the grip of the armrest, I fell on the back cushion of the chair.

"She is tired and needs refreshment", said a familiar voice.

I turned around and was shocked to see Jayesh Patel, my husband's immediate subordinate. He picked me up in his arms and walked up to the pool and threw me in the water. The water was very cold, almost freezing. In the semi-conscious state I swam to the shallow end of the pool, which had steps to get out. The cold water seemed to counteract the effect of the drug mixed in my drink. I got out of the pool and fell to the floor. I looked towards the group. They were looking towards me and laughing. I looked around to find my husband. He was still not to be found anywhere. Jayesh Patel shouted,

"Hey bitch, don't you want your clothes?", holding my sari and petticoat in his right hand with his left hand on his semi erect dick. This made me realize about the situation I was in. The drunken men could easily fuck me again. I could not understand how other women could stand and watch the men force themselves on me, and also why the men selected only me. Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Ved, Rajan's son. He looked at my shivering body and said,

"Shailee, you must be dying of cold. Let's go inside and get some heat." Saying so he grabbed me by my stomach and put me on his shoulder. He was really strong. As he did this, there were cheers from the other end of the pool.

"Dad can I take her in?" shouted Ved to Rajan.

"Go ahead son, she is one hell of a bitch", shouted Rajan.

As I struggled to get away, he tightens his grip on me. Simultaneously his other hand patted my ass. As we entered the living room, he said,

"Mom what the hell is you doing. This is the living room. Take that man to the bedroom." Saying so he turned around and started to walk away upstairs.

As he turned around, I was shocked to see Alice in only her black thong and high heels, running her hand through my husband's hair. He was totally naked and his dick was hanging proudly at full length. He stood on all fours licking Alice's feet, as she had her other hand caressing her own boobs.

Before I could recover from the sight, I entered a bedroom. Ved dropped me on to a bed and immediately turned me around, making me sleep on my stomach. He sat on my back and tied my hands with two scarves to the bed rest. Then I heard him closing the door and putting on some music.

"Please don't do it Ved. I am of your mother's age. And you saw what the men did to me downstairs. I am really tired", I said.

I heard him smile and say, " Shut the fuck up bitch. I have always lusted for your body. I have talked to my dad about it many times, but he has refused to use his control over your husband to set this up. Tonight I took advantage of him being drunk. Anyway your husband is fucking my step-mom downstairs, so I must do the same to you." Saying so he put a velvet blindfold on my eyes. Almost immediately, I felt his fingers getting inside the waistband of the wet panty. In a single swift motion, he peeled off the wet undergarment from my body. I instinctively closed together my legs, covering my already exploited cunt. But for some time I lay on the bed alone, with him not around. I almost got a shock when his hand pulled apart my legs with a jerk and positioned himself between them. He lifted my lower body holding my knees and repositioned my legs. Now I could distinctly feel his hardness on my ass. My abdomen was resting on his knees. He moved back slightly and then with a thrust, pushed his erection into my pussy, which was filled with the sticky sperm of the 9 men. He let his tool slide in fully and stayed that way. His manhood was really long, but thin. It was longer than any I had felt inside my body before. He stretched forward and squeezed my breasts over the wet blouse. Muffled "No"s came out of my mouth. He kept mauling my breasts. Maybe this was after a long time that he was with a woman. His dick was throbbing inside my pussy. He the stopped the mauling and moved back. Then I felt his hand undoing the knots of the strings on the back of my blouse. As the two strings were opened up, he put his hands inside my blouse and caressed my hanging boobs. Keeping his hands cupping my breasts, he started stroking his dick. After some time, he removed his hands over my breasts and caught my waist. Within a couple of minutes he was spurting inside my pussy. He then withdrew and I heard him opening some door. Soon I could hear the shower. I lay in that state for some 10 minutes. He came out of the bathroom and removed my blindfold. I turned around my head to see him standing wet and naked. His 20-year-old body was perfectly chiseled and hairless. He even had a shaven crotch. His limp tool was more then 6 inches long. He got into a T-shirt and shorts and coming to me he said,

"You are wonderful Shailee. You can come to me anytime you want. You know you can get any man you want anytime. Thanks for this wonderful time." Saying so he smooched me.

As he was about to open my hands, there was a knock on the door. So Ved opened the door slightly. It was his friend Aziz. Ved tried to turn him away, but he managed to get into the room. Looking at my nude body, he pleaded Ved to let him have me. He said he didn't want Alice's dirty panties anymore. So as it had to happen, Ved left the room and another 20-year-old boy, in the missionary position, fucked me. He was definitely a virgin. He left me in the room soon after sex. I dozed off sometime.

I woke up in the morning due to the sun falling on my body. I looked around and found myself alone in the room. My naked body was partially covered with a sheet. I was hurried to cover up my nudity as the maid enters the room. She stole glances at me as she started cleaning up.

"Where is Ved?" I asked her.

"There is nobody in the house. Everyone has left for a Christmas vacation to Australia. Don't you know?"

I kept quite, looking for my clothes and at the same time covering up my breasts with the sheet. She may be understood my problem and said,

"Madam, you wait here. I'll get some of my madam's old clothes for you before the house keeping men come to clean up the house."