My Indian Slut Wife Vidya Ch. 07

I won't need her tonight.

Maybe, like Rukmani, Narges was also a comfort girl for Mr. Sarun. This was a proper harem.

"Imtiaz." Mr. Sarun thunderous voice broke my thoughts as my boss turned to the driver. "In about half an hour, go and pour some expensive French wine and bring it out to the pool."

"Yes, saabji."

I noticed that Imtiaz also did not take Mr. Sarun's name, calling him saabji out of respect, unlike his wife Rukmani, who had no trouble calling him "Sarun" when he had been porking her ass.

"Good." Now Mr. Sarun turned to Rukmani. "Come with us to the pool."

"Yes, Sarun."

My boss led the way, and like his minions, Rukmani, Vidya and I followed him outside to the pool.

***

The pool had big deck chairs one could lounge in. As I said, it was a warm summer evening, and the air was still humid. Mr. Sarun told us to sit, so I took one chair and lay down, as did Vidya. My boss remained standing.

"I hope you don't mind," He turned to Vidya and told her, "If I get a little massage from Rukmani here. It has been a long day, and I need to unwind."

"No, of course not, Sirjee." Vidya replied. I saw that she was now starting to call him Sirjee out of respect.

"Thank you."

Mr. Sarun then proceeded to unbutton and take off his shirt. He stood there, his muscles glistening, and his broad shoulders flexing as he stretched. My wife could not but help gasp.

"My, my!" She remarked. "You certainly take care of yourself well, Sirjee."

Was it my imagination or was she actually flirting a little with my boss?

"Of course!" Mr. Sarun laughed. "That's what happens when you have smart guys like your husband working for you. I have him do all the grunt work so I get richer, meanwhile I am free to work out and enjoy life."

"Yes, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun laid down on his face on one of the lounge chairs. Immediately Rukmani, who had a small bottle of oil in her hand, poured a bit of it across his shoulders and started to massage his back.

We watched as she expertly pressed his shoulders, rubbed his back, and ran her elbow down his spine. After sometime, Mr. Sarun had enough. He sat up, and then facing us, he beckoned Rukmani to stand closer to him.

Without any other word, as we watched, Mr. Sarun's fingers traced their way to Rukmani's blouse, and he started to pop open the buttons one by one. Rukmani just stood there with a smile on her face, as if being denuded in front of Mr. Sarun's guests was a common occurrence with her. Within minutes, Rukmani's blouse and bra were undone, and her tits were now hanging out for all to see. Mr. Sarun grabbed one breast and started to squeeze it.

"Vidya, I always had a thing for young Nepali boobs." He told my wife. "Very firm, and at the same time, supple."

"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya could only nod. She had a slight amused smile on her face, as did Rukmani, who said no words in protest as her boss groped her openly. Clearly, Vidya was amazed at this brazen display of authority by Mr. Sarun.

Suddenly we heard footsteps. It was Imtiaz, Rukmani's husband, who had brought out a tray which had a few glasses and a bottle of wine. I noticed he didn't say anything as he put down his tray on the table. Here was his wife, with her tits exposed to all, being fondled and getting her boobs stroked by his boss, and Imtiaz kept his head and eyes down and continued with his work. I noticed that he did not also meet his wife's gaze, who continued to laugh at Mr. Sarun's jokes and encourage his roving hands. My boss pinched his maid servant's areole, before turning to her husband.

"Imtiaz," He ordered. "Come here."

"Yes, saabji."

Imitiaz now had to look up and walk to his boss, who had his hands on his wife's breasts. Imtiaz kept his eyes down. It was the ultimate display of power, control and humiliation, and Mr. Sarun reveled in the situation. Here was Imtiaz, being forced to be submissive and respectful to a man who was groping his wife in front of all.

"I won't be needing you anymore tonight." He told Imitaz. "Have dinner and go to bed."

"Yes, saabji."

"I will send your wife to bed once I am done with her." My boss continued. "No Nepali pussy needed tonight, when I have desi maal here."

"Yes, saabji."

I could see Vidya blush slightly when Mr. Sarun mentioned "desi maal" (or domestic product). It was now my turn to be humiliated as a cuckold. Mr. Sarun was openly saying to one cuckold that he didn't need his wife for the night, and then telling the other cuckold he was going to fuck his wife instead.

Imtiaz turned around, bowed slightly to Mr. Sarun, and left. After he departed, my boss spoke to me.

"As you can see Rajesh, you are not the only cuckold in this house."

I gulped. There it was, out in the open. My boss had just called me out as a cuckold, and in front of my wife. The implications for Vidya were now apparent.

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun turned to Vidya.

"My dear, would you like to change into something more comfortable? This is a pool. You should really be wearing a very revealing swim suit that showed off your voluptuous body."

My wife Vidya actually had the audacity to blush again.

"I am sorry, Sirjee." She demurred. "I didn't bring any with me."

"No problem." Mr. Sarun pointed at the change rooms on the other side of the pool. "I keep my lockers well stocked. I am sure you will find your size there."

Wordlessly, Vidya stood up. We all followed her sashaying figure as she walked over to the change rooms. As far as I was concerned, my cuckoldry had begun.

***

My boss continued to tweak Rukmani's nipples as he then turned to me and asked, "So, did you see me take Rukmani's ass this afternoon?"

I gasped and turned bright red. Then I admitted that yes, we did see him and Rukmani have sex by the pool. Mr. Sarun laughed.

"I told Imtiaz to make sure to give you directions that would lead you to the pool, and to tell his wife to lie naked for me there." Mr. Sarun told me. "I wanted your wife Vidya to see my cock. It's always good for women to know what awaits them in bed."

"Yes, Sir."

"I mean, your wife's agreed to be my bitch for a week anyways, but it's nice when a woman is willing, as opposed to reluctant."

"Yes, Sir."

I realized my boss was a very cunning and shrewd man. I wondered what else lay in store for the week.

Mr. Sarun suddenly turned and whistled. I followed his eyes.

Vidya had just reemerged from the changing rooms. Gone was her sari, her petticoat and her whole ensemble. She was now dressed in a blue two piece bathing suit that could only be described as ... barely there. Her face was slightly red -- it was clear she was embarrassed. Later on she would tell me this was actually the most modest attire she could find there. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she walked back to her seat, and the top of her pubic area could be seen peeking out from the flimsy bottom piece.

Wordlessly Mr. Sarun got up and sat next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on her lips. Vidya looked at me like she couldn't believe at how fast he was doing what he was doing, but I merely turned my eyes away.

"Rajesh." Mr. Sarun's voice boomed. "I am now going to kiss your wife."

"Yes, Sir." I even had the audacity to smile to indicate my approval that hadn't even been asked for. Mr. Sarun saw, Mr. Sarun conquered. And I am sure he would cum as well.

Mr. Sarun held Vidya's head with both his hands and started kissing her in earnest. She had no choice but to comply, and respond in kind. I realized that Mr. Sarun had just started doing what he wanted to do, and neither I nor my wife's permission had been asked or sought for. It was clear that we were merely his slaves, with no will of our own, here to do his bidding for the week.

Rukmani, her breasts now back inside her blouse, came and stood next to me. Suddenly I felt a hand on my ear, and then a sharp ear twist.

"Perhaps, Rajesh," She gently whispered to me, as she pulled my ear, "You would like to visit the bathroom."

"Er, bathroom?"

Rukmani twisted my ear a bit harder.

"It would be wise," Rukmani smiled and continued to pull my ear and whisper to me, "to leave them alone for a bit."

"Er, yes, of course, if you think so."

Rukmani let go of my ear, grabbed my arm and I stood up. Together, we walked to one end of the pool where the washrooms were.

It was rather difficult for me to pee immediately -- my cock was actually hard! Second, Rukmani was there -- watching me pee! When I had protested, she simply said it was Mr. Sarun's order. So I had to urinate as the maid watched.

"Now bend down and kiss my foot." Rukmani said, as I finished, tucked my penis back into my pants and turned around.

"What?" I was still in a bit of a daze, looking at her, with her right foot outstretched.

Rukmani sighed, and then raised her hand. Before I knew it, she moved fast.

SLAP!

She had slapped me! As I stood there, stunned, she moved her hand again.

SLAP!

"I said," Rukmani repeated, with a little bit of sneer, "I want you to bend down, prostrate and kiss my foot."

I don't know why, but wordlessly I did as she had asked. I went down on my hands and knees, and pressed my lips on to her ankles, kissing her foot.

Rukmani had a smile on her face as I stood up again. I found myself blushing, unable to meet her gaze. She raised her hand and gave my cheeks a slight pat.

"Do you want to be slapped again, cuckold?" She asked me.

I shook my head.

"Good." Rukmani caught hold of my ears and gave them a sharp tug. "Do you love your wife, cuckold?"

Wordlessly I nodded. Rukmani smiled and let go of my ears.

"Then for the next few days, do not interrupt her fun. Sarun can take a woman to heights she never knew possible, and your wife will be conflicted and torn between enjoyment and guilt. Try to be supportive. Do you understand?"

Again I nodded. Rukmani laughed and patted my cheeks again.

"You are a good slave, cuckold." She told me. "Now let's go back."

When we returned to the pool area, Mr. Sarun had picked Vidya up and placed her on his lap, and he was still kissing her deeply. My wife had her eyes closed and her mouth open. His tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his arms.

I watched as he held her head with one hand, and put his other hand under her top to caress her breasts. I could tell that my wife was very excited and she seemed to tremble at his touch. I am sure in my absence Mr. Sarun had plied her with more wine; Vidya actually seemed giddy with excitement, and eagerly opened her mouth again as he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue. I could see a huge bulge in Mr. Sarun's crotch area.

Vidya's hands too soon dropped to his tented pants and it was Mr. Sarun's turn to smile. Taking a break from squeezing her breasts through her bikini top, Mr. Sarun smoothly lowered his zipper and pulled out a magnificent beast of a cock. He then placed Vidya back on the seat, away from his lap, and stood up. Vidya's eyes were now transfixed on his huge appendage. Mr. Sarun held it up using both hands, which did not reach all the way around it, and still had at least another hand or two of shaft left swaying in the open air. He now dropped his pants to the floor and his heavy and swollen balls swung freely. His penis was a monster and I knew now the source of his extreme confidence.

"Go ahead." He told my wife. "It's time you held a real man's cock. Go ahead, touch it, flop it around. See how heavy it is."

"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya then cast an eye on me. Mr. Sarun quickly intercepted her gaze.

"Don't worry about your husband," He told her. "He's going to sit quietly over there, like the good little wimp he is. Aren't you, Rajesh?"

"Yes, Sir."

"In fact, Rajesh, I am going to soon take your wife to my bed and treat her like the whore she is. Any problems?"

"No, Sir."

"Good. Her choot (pussy) is mine, her hoton (mouth or lips) is mine, her gaand (ass) is mine. Is that clear?"

"Er, yes, Sir." I replied. What else could I say? "Of course, Sir."

"Good! And for the rest of the week, while she may remain your wife, but she will be my raakhel, my whore. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

Throughout this whole exchange, Vidya had never even been asked about what she thought about being Mr. Sarun's slave girl. And now she was being called a whore, and Mr. Sarun had described in graphic terms what he was going to do to her, yet not a word of protest from Vidya. The power of the cock!

"Go ahead, slut." Mr. Sarun turned to my wife. "Touch it."

He was already addressing her as a slut and whore, and she didn't seem to mind in the slightest!

Vidya gently touched, and then stroked my boss's giant manhood. It wasn't even hard, and it was huge. Suddenly Mr. Sarun told Vidya to stand up. Then he told Rukmani to come and stand on his other side. I now looked at him, my boss -- a giant of a man, naked from the waist down and a huge cock hanging with enormous balls swinging in the wind -- and a woman on each arm. He had his arms wrapped around the waist of Vidya on one side, and Rukmani on the other. Both women looked at him adoringly, and Vidya's hands were still on his cock.

Mr. Sarun paraded the women on his arm. Rukmani and Vidya.

"Rajesh! Some men collect coins, some stamps." He boasted. "Me? I collect other men's wives."

Both Rukmani and Vidya laughed with him. He then let them go and patted both women on their behind. "Wives are the ultimate objects to collect, don't you think so, Rajesh?"

"Er, yes sir."

"You wouldn't know though." Mr. Sarun laughed. He then again grabbed both women on either arm. He turned to Rukmani and kissed her passionately. Then he turned to Vidya and did the same. Both women were like putty in his arms.

"Wives are so nice to collect -- other men's wives." Mr. Sarun laughed. "I get the mind blowing sex from them while the husbands get the nagging."

Once again Mr. Sarun kissed Rukmani, before turning around and kissing Vidya full on the lips. Through the thin material of her bikini top, I could see that Vidya's nipples were now quite hard, and erect. Whenever Mr. Sarun was kissing Rukmani, I could see Vidya's lips pout, while she waited. She was clearly aroused, and in heat.

Mr Sarun then turned to me.

"Who is going to fuck your wife tonight, Rajesh?"

"Sir, you, Sir." I replied.

"And who will fuck her for the whole week, Rajesh?"

"Sir, you are most welcome to her for the week, Sir." I practically groveled.

Mr. Sarun then let go of Rukmani's waist, turned around and pinched Vidya's buttocks. She yelped, and my boss laughed.

"You wife Vidya will be lot of fun, Rajesh." He told me. "A new toy for me. Haven't played around with a new pussy in a while."

He then turned to my wife.

"Mrs. Vidya Mathur, ready to take this to the bedroom?"

"Sirjee." Vidya hesitated. "I left all of my clothes in the lockers."

Mr. Sarun laughed heartily, and then sharply spanked Vidya on her buttocks. "You won't need clothes tonight dear!"

***

I put my ear to the door. My boss and my wife had gone into his bedroom and had shut the door. Rukmani had already gone to the servant's quarters. I was told to quietly go to my own room, but I waited here for a while, trying to listen to what's going on inside.

I could hear a conversation and some whispers. Probably my wife was asking for permission to use the washroom to freshen herself up. No doubt she wanted to look properly presentable to my boss. I marveled at how quickly my haughty wife was becoming accustomed to her role as the latest slave girl of my boss's harem. She never asked me permission for anything!

I heard some laughter, and then a loud smack. I grimaced -- I could very well imagine what happened. My wife must have turned around to head to the washroom, and my boss, unable to contain himself at the sight of my wife's bubble butt in a barely-there thong, smacked her on her ass. Vidya's behind must have quivered at the slap, and she must have a red handprint on her butt. I could imagine her smiling flirtatiously as my boss smacked her bum again, and again, before she disappeared into the toilet. I could imagine my boss Mr. Sarun flexing his arms, walking over to the bed and sitting down, awaiting his latest prize filly -- my wife's -- arrival.

I waited for some time, and then I heard a door open. It must have been the washroom, and my wife was emerging. I heard a wolf whistle -- Mr. Sarun's -- admiring the sight of my now must-be-naked wife. I could imagine Vidya marching, somewhat haughtily, somewhat self-consciously, trying to cup her boobs in one hand and cover her lady parts down there with the other. Her hair must be falling lusciously to her shoulders as she walked to the bed.

"Look at you, saali!" I heard him exclaim. "You fill out properly in the nice places, babe!"

I heard a couple of smacks to her bum again, and then ... silence.

"Damn!" I heard him say. He must have been groping Vidya now, first squeezing her tits, then probably asking her to turn around so he can examine her butt. He was likely patting her butt, and then rubbing his hands all over her tummy, before pinching a nipple.

"Are these real?" I could hear him ask that to my wife, who would just nod and grin as Mr. Sarun continued to suck on her areole.

"What size are they again, Vidya?"

"Um ... 28DD I think, Sirjee?"

"Damn! They are much larger than 28DD, Vidya. DD is cup size, which is essentially how round the breasts are, 38 is what they measure with a tape around the chest. 28 is tiny. You are much, much, much larger, Vidya. What fucking breasts you have -- they are giant melons!"

"Er, thank you Sirjee."

"Your husband is one lucky bastard, babe. Too bad he's such a pussy. You need a real cock in your choot."

"Er ... yes, Sirjee."

Then there was more silence which I could only image was them both kissing. Vidya was a great kisser, no doubt flicking her tongue expertly at my boss's mouth, and I could hear her moans and ahhs and oohs come through the door.

"You have a big ass too, Vidya. Let's see your gaand, stand up, now crouch down. Good. I like a raandi who knows how to listen and obey her master."

I could hear some smacks and more oohs and aahs as Mr. Sarun was no doubt groping (and spanking) her buttocks. He would have her twerk, and as her butt cheeks jiggled as she twirled, he would kiss and squeeze Vidya there, followed by a spank. I myself was never allowed to spank Vidya, but everyone from Gaurav to Ramu to Wasim to Balachandra to Feroz (and now Mr. Sarun) had spanked her. I felt a huge sense of shame and inadequacy. Here was my beloved wife being spanked on her buttocks by another man on the other side of the door, and all I could do was try to listen in, and try not to get caught in the act.

"Why don't you bend over the bed?" I heard Mr. Sarun order her. Vidya complied, I am sure, spreading her arms and lying face down on the edge of the bed, her ass hanging out. Mr. Sarun -- like all of Vidya's lovers -- seemed to be fascinated with her ass. I heard a pop -- which I understood was the sound of a bottle cap opening. I later found out this was baby oil -- Mr. Sarun had her spread her legs so he could oil her buttocks. Vidya continued to shake her bum as Mr. Sarun oiled, smacked, groped, pinched and kissed her butt.

Soon enough, the bed squeaked in jumble as they stepped in it. Vidya let out a deep sigh and before long I was listening to her moan every two or three minutes. I knew my boss was now likely fingering her between her thighs. He definitely knew how to pleasure a woman. Soon I heard a sound which I only knew was the sound Vidya made when she started to have an orgasm.