My Indian Slut Wife Vidya Ch. 10

Chapter 10

My wife is given as a reward to a Board member -- Rajesh

Author's note: This is a story of a cheating wife, of adultery, of cuckoldry and small penis humiliation. If that is not your thing, skip this story. And remember while adultery can be a great source of enjoyment in fantasy and erotica, in real life it damages souls and destroys marriages. Please treat the following story as a fiction and fantasy piece only. It is written to deliver pleasure, and has no other purpose. -- Tarek Zia

My cell phone rang loudly from its holder in the car.

It was my big boss, and my wife's master, Mr. Sarun. As I was driving, I tapped the Bluetooth receive call button on the steering wheel.

"Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun's loud voice boomed through my car's audio system.

"Sir!" I immediately replied. It was 5.51 pm here in India, and I was heading home, so it must have been 8.15 am for Mr. Sarun in New York.

"Where are you Rajesh?" He asked. "I hear lots of noise in the background."

"I am on the road, Sir." I answered. "I am driving home from the office, Sir."

"And I am on the speakerphone?" Mr. Sarun asked.

"Yes, Sir." I replied, and then quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, Sir. I am here in the car by myself."

"Good! And how is my favourite cuckold?" Mr. Sarun asked, taunting me.

"I am good, Sir." I responded. "Thanks to you, Sir. The new pool has been great for us."

"You know, Rajesh, you are different type of cuckold than the ones I usually deal with." My boss told me.

I knew my wife was not the only wife Mr. Sarun kept as a mistress.

"Er ... how, Sir?"

"Usually when I am banging a married woman, her husband doesn't know." He said. "I like fucking a married woman if her husband has no idea. It's great knowing I can convince her to cheat on her marital vows."

"I see, Sir."

"I like the first time a married woman sees my cock and tells me that I'm bigger than her husband." My boss was boasting. "Shagging a married woman is great. I don't have to deal with her baggage, her nagging, her kids or her mother. No family problems. Married women are horny when they come to you. The sex is always a sure thing and usually great. After I fuck them they always leave."

"Er ... I guess so, Sir."

"But with you, and your slut wife Vidya, it's a little different."

My slut wife ...

"Er ... how so, Sir?"

"First, I love fucking a wife in their marriage bed. I can do that with Vidya. I don't have to take her to a hotel. But it's even better having you there as our servant."

I knew what answer I had to give then. I was by now a well-trained cuckold.

"Sir, it is an honour for me to serve you while you make love to my wife, Sir. You can keep her happy; something I cannot do in bed, Sir. Whatever I can do to help, I do, Sir. I love my wife, Sir."

"You are a good trained servant, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun gave me that rare praise. Usually for the last few weeks all I had from him was scolding and taunts, as we were on a very stressful project.

"I like it when the husband thanks me for fucking his wife." Mr. Sarun continued. "And I like that I can send you to get me a beer or something while your sexy slutty wife sucks on my cock."

"Er ... thank you, Sir."

Boy, I was really glad I was alone in the car! I was being humiliated like anything!

"Do you know why I sometimes cum on your wife Vidya's face, Rajesh?"

Because you are a fucking pervert and so is my wife, Sir.

"Er ... no, Sir."

"I always like cumming on a married woman's face knowing she has to clean up before she can return to her husband, and I like cumming in her mouth knowing her husband will kiss her later. You, Rajesh, have to kiss Vidya knowing I had used her mouth as a cum dump. And sometimes -- as a place to pee."

I knew once more what answer I had to give then. Vidya had really trained me well as a cuckold.

"Sir," I replied, "It is an honour for me to kiss that same mouth, Sir. The same mouth that had taken your cum, or your urine. I know my place, Sir."

"You know what else I like doing with your wife Vidya, Rajesh?"

I know exactly what you do to my wife, Sir. I have it all recorded.

"Er ... you tell me, Sir."

"I like to treat her like my property. She is my slave. And I like giving her to a friend to use and treat her like a cum dump. Your wife Vidya loves that kinky shit."

So Mr. Sarun had shared Vidya with a friend or two! I always suspected that, but Vidya never admitted that to me. It must have been when he had taken her on one of his business trips. Vidya usually avoided gang-bangs, but the scene of her taking on those pool workers was still fresh in my mind.

"It's a privilege for my wife and I to be of service to a real man like you, Sir." I abjectly continued my humiliation. "We are both looking forward to you joining us next week here in India at our home, Sir. Vidya is really awaiting your arrival, Sir. She has even got a new swim suit for you, Sir. And I am ready to serve you and my wife while you are here, Sir."

"That will have to wait, cuckold. I will not be fucking your wife next week."

"Um ... Sir?"

Mr. Sarun then dropped the bombshell.

"That's why I called you, Rajesh." He said. "I won't be coming to India this month."

"Oh? Vidya ... will be so disappointed, Sir."

"Yes ... well ... one of my dear friend's daughter is getting married here in the USA. I have to go to LA for the ceremony. I cannot make time to fly to India this month, and overall there's not much in terms of business that I need to take care of."

"I see, Sir."

Inside, I was extremely elated and happy. No Mr. Sarun this month! I know Vidya would be disappointed, but I would not have to share her with another man for those seven to ten days! Moreover, our anniversary was coming up, so I could actually have my dear wife to myself on our anniversary!

My joy and relief, however, would quickly come crashing down.

"Cucky! Do you know the sale we made to Nathaliya Mall Group last week?" Mr. Sarun suddenly asked.

I know when Mr. Sarun was just talking to me, he would often address me as 'cuckold' or 'cucky' or 'cuck'. There's no real Hindi translation for that word, so often he would just use the English term. I just hoped he wasn't going to call me a 'cuckold' in front of others.

Nathaliya Mall Group was a large consortium that owned several mid-sized shopping malls in India, Malaysia and UAE. Our company had managed to sell a large range of products and services to them recently, concluding the sale last month. Monitoring devices such as sensors, security devices such as cameras, software and support, and so on. It was worth crores of rupees over several years, and ensured we would be heading into the next quarter on a solid financial footing.

"Ashish worked really hard to get us that deal." Mr. Sarun said.

"Yes, Sir. He was Sir. I didn't think he would do it, but he pulled it off, Sir."

Ashish was an influential member on the board of our company. His main strength was contacts. He knew people everywhere. It was through one such connection that our company secured that mega deal. I had severe misgivings about the deal, thinking it wouldn't go through. I had even mentioned it at a meeting once -- but Ashish had argued with me at that meeting. By his position as member of the board, the company went for the deal. And Ashish ensured it happened and went through without any last minute hitch.

Ashish was also a member of the WhatsApp group called "Sarun's Leaders". It was a small group of 12 people, including me. Other than me, the rest of the men in that group were influential people on the board of our company. Kumar, Ashish, Kabir -- these were a few of the names I recognized on that chat. All these men knew that I was a cuckold, and Mr. Sarun was banging my wife, as Mr. Sarun would share some raunchy snaps of Vidya in this group.

Some of those videos were in fact recorded by me, as ordered by him, while he was screwing my wife in my presence. All the men in the chat would chuckle and pass raunchy comments on all of Vidya's pictures or videos that Mr. Sarun shared, many a time taunting me. I knew I was put in that group to be ridiculed, and I would play that part to keep Mr. Sarun happy.

Bring Bhabhi over sometime, one of them would comment. And then leave her with me.

I would reply, "It would be an honour, Sir, if Mr. Sarun gives us permission."

Bhabhi has nice big tits, another would write. Imagine just how big they will get if she becomes pregnant?

I would then have to answer, "Thank you for the comment, Sir. I will tell my wife. She is very proud of her breasts, Sir."

And so on. Even though these men would pass the most vulgar comments on my wife, I had to remain respectful and address each of them as 'Sir'.

Ashish would always comment on how sexy my wife was, or how good she must be in bed.

"I am thinking of rewarding Ashish." Mr. Sarun continued. "He deserves that -- just for getting us in the loop with that company. And then on to working to make sure the deal happened."

"Yes, Sir." I replied. "But, Sir, are we allowed to give monetary compensation to a Board member who is not on the staff?"

Mr. Sarun guffawed.

"Moron! I am not talking of a monetary reward, you idiot!" He pronounced. "I am talking about Vidya. Since I won't be coming next week, I told Ashish he could take my place."

Oh! My wife was to be the reward!

"And it worked out very well." Mr. Sarun continued. "Ashish's wife Rehana will be visiting her parents with the kids, so he will be all alone for a few days from next week. I told him he can say he has to go to Pune to work on a special project. He will be staying at your place, Rajesh, so make sure you welcome him just as you would welcome me."

"Er ... yes, Sir."

"I don't want any complaints from Ashish, do you understand, cuckold?" Mr. Sarun sternly reminded me. "Neither about you, nor about Vidya. I know Vidya will show him a good time, but you must treat him absolutely like a revered guest, just like you would respect me, do you get it? Be a very good servant when he is there."

"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir."

"Ashish is very important to me, and to our company. He has been going on about Vidya for a long time, and now he deserves this reward."

He was talking as if he was discussing a bonus, and not letting another man fuck my wife!

"Yes, Sir."

"And let Vidya know. I don't have the time right now, but I will also call and speak to her later."

"Yes, Sir."

As Mr. Sarun hung up, I glanced at the date.

Four more months, Mr. Sarun, four more months. Then the year is up, and my wife returns to me.

* * *

It was very late at night; almost 11.30 pm. Vidya already in bed, in just a bra and a panty. I approached her slowly. I knew she was feeling quite horny; thinking about the fun she would have with Mr. Sarun always made Vidya horny. I haven't told her yet of my boss's call.

"Strip, cuckold." My wife ordered.

"Yes, my love."

Even my wife would now regularly address me as "cuckold" or "cuck".

Once fully naked, I jumped on the bed, and it didn't take me long to get rid of her bra and panty. We were now kissing madly, smooching as hard as we could while caressing each other's bodies. I buried my face in her cleavage while alternately sucking her nips and areolas. She was looking so nicely worked up that I couldn't help but kiss and lick her entire torso front and back. She was responding perfectly to my aggression and allowed me to topple and flip her to let me kiss and lick her entire body, including her bum and asshole.

After about ten minutes of animalistic passion I slowed down and lay down on the bed on my back, pulling her closer. She realized that I couldn't carry on much longer, and that it was now her turn. She started to kiss my nips and licking around my neck.

Vidya then started to kiss me deep, and then proceeded towards my face, licking my shoulders and chest. I don't think she spared any centimeter of the upper half of my body. Believe me, there is no better feeling than having your woman making love to your body. I was on cloud nine as she kept pleasing me and it accentuated when she moved further down. I was obviously turned on and my member was prominently standing. She started slowly massaging it while looking at me.

"Baby, don't cum yet, ok?" She requested me. "I want you to cum inside me, today."

I nodded, though not knowing how long I could hold out. She was still stroking me. The last two times that had happened I had cum prematurely.

Her seductive eyes were making my manhood stretch to the edge. Vidya took a little break, lying down beside me with her legs stretching to me. I couldn't help but grab her thighs in excitement. I didn't want to wait. I flipped her so she was now on her back, and then I climbed on top of her and mounted her. In one swift move I entered her.

"UNGH!" My wife exclaimed as my penis went inside her fully.

I was fucking her. I was fucking my wife. Vidya was now actively grinding against me, and there was a distinct sound as my balls slapped against her clit. My body moved, smashing against her. I knew I couldn't last much longer. No man could!

"Oh, fuck! Darling, I am going to cum." I managed to announce. Vidya looked at me.

"Wait, cuckold." She told me, and then snapped her fingers.

I knew what she wanted. Ever since Vidya and I began our cuckold relationship one of the many things that made us closer as a couple was our improved communication skills. She doesn't have to utter a word and I know what she wanted from me.

I presented my right cheek to her.

SLAP!

My wife slapped me. Hard.

And again as I presented the other cheek.

SLAP!

Each slap was hard, and stung.

SLAP!

As did the word she called me.

"Cuckold".

SLAP!

We both knew it was true.

SLAP!

"Ok, cuckold. You can now cum inside me."

Vidya's slaps, her taunting words, and her physical lovemaking put me over the edge. With a guttural roar, I quickly started to cum, and flooded my wife's love tunnel with my semen.

"Go on, babe!" My wife lovingly encouraged me. "Let it all out!"

As I came, I was now pounding her, pulling her close to my body. Our naked bodies rocked together, as if they were glued to each other.

"Oh baby!" I finally managed to utter. "Darling! You are such a fantastic fuck, Viyda!"

"Thank you, babydoll." Vidya smiled. "I am glad you managed to cum inside me, for once!"

For some time I just lay there, exhausted, cuddling with Vidya. She cooed and aahed and rubbed her hand all over my body. She stroked my now flaccid penis for a bit, kneaded my balls, and then patted my buttocks.

"Baby." She said, as she rubbed her own body against mine. "We need to talk about something."

"Oh." What did she want to talk about? Had Mr. Sarun already called her?

My tone must have betrayed my sudden trepidation, as Vidya soothingly stroked my penis again.

"Don't worry, darling. But it's important." She said.

"I'm sorry, Vidya." I began to apologize.

Vidya patted my buttocks and raised an eyebrow.

"What for, my darling?"

"I mean, I lasted only a minute, barely more, inside you." I humbly acknowledged my failure. "I know you said you wanted me to cum a little later, but ..."

Vidya laughed. She lovingly patted my buttocks again, and then leaned in to kiss me. We kissed for some time.

"Oh my husband!" She gushed. "Why do you apologize for that, you idiot man!"

She kissed me again, and then stroked my now rapidly hardening member.

"Whenever we are fucking, I don't really care when you cum, darling." She said. "You know that. I love you and when you are fucking me, I want you to enjoy, stress free. When I need a good fuck, I have Mr. Sarun. And others. It is their job to satisfy me -- not yours. When you fuck me, just relax and enjoy. I am your wife -- take full pleasure out of me!"

We both remained silent for some time, enjoying each other's closeness. I knew what Vidya said was true. She didn't really mind me cumming early, or not getting the full enjoyment. For that, she had her lovers. Men who did things to her that I could only dream about.

Vidya patted me on my ass again.

"I missed spanking you today." She said, rubbing my bottom. "Something sexy about your big red fat ass, especially when you are lying across my lap!"

She laughed. I gave a nervous giggle.

My wife has embraced her dominance over me since she began cuckolding me in earnest. Our relationship was slowly evolving into even more of a femdom relationship, and I noticed her zeal for that power was growing day by day. I should say nowadays I get a spanking almost daily before we retire to bed. Sometimes it is light, and Vidya just whacks my naked buttocks a few times with her bare hands before giving me a pity fuck. Other times it can be serious, when I am made to bend over a chair, and Vidya uses either a cane, or my belt, and my ass is lashed quite a few times until there are red, crimson marks. I am not sure I enjoy it fully, but it seems to give her pleasure, and that is good enough for me.

Vidya makes it very clear during my spanking as to why I am being spanked.

SPANK!

"You are a cuckold, my dear husband."

"Yes, dear."

SPANK!

"You like it when other men are cumming in your wife's naked virile pussy, babe."

"Yes, my love."

SPANK!

"Your wife gets fucked in her own house by other men, and you can't do anything, darling."

"Yes, my darling."

SPANK!

"I am a slave girl to your boss, and he treats me like a cum dump. All with your permission, jaanu."

"Yes, dear."

SPANK!

"Do you get aroused when other men feel up my tits and pinch my buttocks, honeypoo?"

"Yes, honey."

Perhaps she wanted to spank me now, right after we had fucked.

"Baby." I asked nervously. "Do you want to spank me now?"

I was offering myself to her. Again, for her pleasure.

Vidya patted and squeezed my buttocks absent mindedly, lost in her own thoughts.

"Not now my love ... maybe later."

I gave a sigh of relief. As I said, I was still getting used to the spanking.

"So ... um ... baby, what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Oh yes." Vidya wrapped a finger around my penis.

"Darling," She gave my manhood a little stroke and began, "You know that I have been seeing your boss Mr. Sarun for 8 months now."

"Er ... yes, dear."

"Seeing" was an understatement. My wife was Mr. Sarun's slave girl. His rakhel. His mistress. His concubine. His cum dump. Whatever he asked her to do, she would willingly do.

"He has really kept me well satisfied," Vidya continued, "Treating me like the bitch I am, and fucking me well like a hussy with that big cock of his."

"Er ... if you say so, my dear."

"Oh my goodness." Vidya gave a little laugh as she continued to stroke my penis. "Why do you always get so hard when I tell you how big his cock was?"

"No ... not really." I croaked. "You are stroking me, my love."

"No, I have noticed." Vidya gave a gentle tug on my ball sack. "Whenever I mention his size, or whenever I talk even about Balachandra's stamina, you get hard. You like the idea of these strong, well hung men, fucking your wife, don't you!"

I could only blush with embarrassment, as Vidya laughed.

"Darling!" She stroked me again. "It turns you on to know that other men, better men than you, have had your wife, doesn't it?"

Once again I had no response. Vidya grinned as she noticed my discomfort.

"Just imagine," She whispered to me, "Just imagine, you could have kept your fantasies to yourself, and this pussy would have been yours alone. And now it belongs to your boss."