She Hadn't a Clue

Amala was one of the few people who didn't have a problem with Victoria's pompous attitude toward her fellow human beings. The young Indian girl was one of those rare women who were naturally meek and easy-going, readily accepting her new friend's domineering nature and becoming her faithful companion both in and out of work; always agreeing to whatever the older woman required from her with never even a whisper of dissent.

The newly-married Indian couple had soon discovered during the early days of their marriage, that Amala was a total 'submissive' in the bedroom, - or, for that matter, in any other room her husband wanted to have sex - actually enjoying control of her body being taken away from her and becoming the obedient sex-slave who pandered to her husband's every kinky whim. Sanjiv quickly realised that the more he demanded sexually from his chubby young wife, the more she responded. With her magnificent breasts, hairy pussy, and big backside always available for his pleasure, they easily settled into a loving, dominant and submissive, relationship within the confines of their sex life together.

Outside their bedroom, and in the eyes of anyone who knew them, they were just a normal, happily-married couple who worshipped the two children they'd had together during the first five years of their union. They did all the usual things young families do together, enthusiastically joining in their children's school activities as well as socialising with their many friends and family whenever the opportunity arose and quickly became well-respected 'pillars of the community' in the eyes of anyone who ever met them.

In the privacy of their own little world however, Sanjiv and Amala Chopra were a sex-mad couple who were willing to use any means they could to reach levels of, often depraved, carnal pleasure rarely experienced by normal folk.

* * *

Just few months into their marriage, Jiv and Ami had been relaxing after a particularly lustful exchange. Passion temporarily sated, Amala was laying on her front whilst her husband gently rubbed a mild analgesic cream onto her tender bottom. Mischievously pushing his index finger deep inside her anus, he slowly masturbated the tight orifice, smiling at the dribble of his cum that trickled out of her and coated his intrusive digit.

"Do you not feel cheated, my little dove? Knowing I have had many ladies before I met you, and yet you have known no-one's cock other than mine in your tight, little holes..."

Head on her hands, blissfully enjoying her husband's manipulations of her nether regions, Amala smiled. This wasn't the first time the naughty man had brought up the subject of her lack of sexual experience, indeed it had become their most intoxicating fantasy during their frequent bouts of sexual reverie. Turning onto her back, allowing her large breasts to settle and flatten slightly against her chest, she smiled up at her husband, moaning sensually as his fingers found their way into her cum-filled pussy.

"Not cheated, my love. Maybe a little curious. I think I WOULD like to sample another big cock in my holes... just so I can compare how good yours feels, you understand."

Sanjiv grinned at his wife's gentle chiding. His fingers left her groin and painfully pinched her thick, rubbery nipple, twisting and pulling the hard nub until she moaned and pulled his lips down to meet hers, their tongues mashing together as their lust for each other rapidly built to another demand for sex. Pulling her on top of him, he positioned his erect cock at her entrance, and with one thrust, impaled her sloppy cunt with his 9inches of throbbing manhood whilst twisting and pulling both her nipples as hard as he could.

Amala gasped, both in pain and pleasure. The excitement of his thick cock surging into her was equally matched by the exotic pain that shot from her nipples down to her bubbling sex; wave upon wave of carnal lust flowing through her body and sending her senses into overdrive. She rode him like an animal, the pain in her nipples almost disappearing; converted to feelings of depraved lust as their climaxes rushed unhindered to their sweaty loins and bubbled over in a mixture of sticky womanly fluids and thick, viscose man-cum...

* * *

It wasn't too many weeks later, that their frequent fantasising about Amala being taken and used by other men had provoked Sanjiv into taking her to a BDSM club he'd read about in a men's magazine - in the days before the internet, reading about things was how a person would look up a subject they were interested in. Their first night there, the couple had merely watched. They had wandered about the club looking into the various dimly-lit rooms and observing the diverse kinky goings-on that were being indulged in by other patrons. Over the couple of hours they were there, their excitement increased to almost unbearable levels, causing Amala's vagina to leak her arousal so much the insides of her fleshy thighs were soaked with her secretions, sticking together uncomfortably while she walked around, whilst Sanjiv had an ever-increasing wet stain in the front of his chinos.

Amala being nervously unwilling to take the plunge and have sex in public for the first time, the couple had eventually fucked each others brains out on the back seat of their SUV before they'd even left the club car-park, recklessly not giving a damn if they were discovered or not. Driving home afterwards with her skirt still above her waist and exposing her hairy, leaking cunt to anyone who had the opportunity of looking down into their vehicle, the excited young wife had gently stroked her husbands sticky cock back to full erection whilst enthusiastically agreeing that she would fully participate in anything he wanted her to do the next time they visited such a place

Over the next few years, they became regular visitors to the club, - and others like it - gradually participating more and more in the activities as Amala's initial nervousness dissipated and manifested itself as enthusiastic longing. On their second visit, Sanjiv had made her strip naked, then tied her face down over a wooden hobby-horse designed for that very purpose. That first time, he'd just allowed her to be spanked as hard as anyone wanted to, ignoring her tears of pain, whilst she in turn spurned any opportunity of crying out her 'safe-word', lustfully enjoying her backside being turned bright red and actually cumming several times whilst receiving her chastisement.

On subsequent visits, men were allowed to fuck her; use any of her orifices without any consideration of her enjoyment, or not. She was taken many times, her cunt and arsehole filled with cum (these were the days before Aids became a problem), whilst she swallowed everything that was deposited in her ever-willing mouth. Her exotic heritage; her sexy, brown, womanly body; made her extremely popular amongst the other patrons (both men and women), always resulting in her slumped in her seat like an over-used whore when they drove home afterwards. Each and every visit, her night's debasement and humiliation would finish with her tear-filled eyes gazing lovingly up at her husband, eagerly sucking and swallowing his big cock down her throat whilst some stranger or other roughly plundered her cunt or arsehole. Her orgasms during these final acts of degradation, were invariably her most energetically intense of the whole night, her body slumping with exhaustion signalling to all that this wonderful, depraved, submissive woman, had had enough...

Sanjiv himself was not averse to sampling the erotic delights of other female club patrons. It didn't take many visits before he began leaving his wife to her own devices, trusting the other patrons to abide by club rules of not going beyond Amala's limits and obeying her safe-word if she ever used it. He fucked and spanked many women of all races, frequently in the company of their husbands. His good looks, unusual Asian exoticism, and much larger than average cock, all combined for white women in particular to thoroughly enjoy his fucking of their various orifices. Husbands especially seemed to enjoy the contrast between their wives lily-white bodies and the brown skin of the big-cocked Indian gentleman, often seeking him out in the club and inviting him to come over and "fuck the shit out of my wife."

Over the years, they became friendly with some of the other couples who frequented the clubs. These relationships eventually resulting in nights of wife-swapping debauchery at various parties at each others houses. All very enjoyable and exciting for the young couple - and all kept very secret from family and their so-called vanilla, friends...

* * *

It was a couple of years into their work relationship with Victoria, that Sanjiv and Amala, decided they should try socialising with their senior partner and her husband. Amala, of course, knew George slightly, having met a few years before at some hospital or other, but the two men had never met each other. Fortunately, they all got along very well from the beginning. George's gentle chiding of his wife's snobbish behaviour was soon picked up on by the Indian couple, and surprisingly accepted by Victoria without even a murmur of dissent.

Victoria's stern look, her conservative dressing at work, couldn't hide from Sanjiv that beneath her stuffy exterior, the older woman had a body that was made for fucking. A classically beautiful face atop a body that had large firm breasts and a backside that rippled delightfully beneath her dress, had many a time induced a semi-erection in his large cock as she inadvertently presented her spank-able rear-end when she bent over in front of him.

Sanjiv had wondered for a while as to what sort of sexual relationship Victoria had with George. Her acceptance of her husband's genial mocking of her attitude toward other people was instantly picked up on by the 'Dominant' Indian. Maybe she was a 'submissive'? Now that would be a turn up for the book, wouldn't it?

Her husband's secret lust for his work-colleague was no surprise to Amala. They had frequently discussed Victoria as they lay in bed, idly teasing each other as a build up to another bout of torrid sex. The older woman had actually exposed her naked breasts to her young colleague a while ago, having to change her shirt and bra after a young child had thrown up all down her front while being examined by the doctor. That sighting of Victoria's firm white tits, topped with their small dark brown nipples - of which she'd teasingly told her husband as she played with his soft cock that night - was something he would repeatedly question her about whenever his fantasy of spanking his surgery-practice partner before fucking her tight white arse with his thick cock was being used by the married couple as a prelude to Amala being fucked in her wrinkled little arsehole herself.

Determined to delve further into Victoria's predilections, Sanjiv instructed his wife to try and get the other woman to open up to her about what her and George favoured in bed. Although Amala did try, her steering of any conversation between the two women toward anything of a sexual nature, was firmly met by a look of haughty displeasure by the older woman. His wife's failure to unearth any evidence of sexual debauchery, resulting in a night of delicious punishment for her bottom, did nothing to deter Sanjiv's desire to know for certain what he could only surmise - that Victoria Chadderton-Frazer, snobbish, stuck-up, wife and mother, was secretly an obedient sexual submissive to her husband...

Although, not a natural 'Dominant', George had gradually become quite the expert at recognising a person's submissive nature within just a few minutes of meeting them for the first time. That inert skill was never more apparent than the first time he'd met Dr. Amala Chopra. A junior doctor at the same hospital, she'd immediately given off an aura of availability whenever they'd worked together, being confirmed a few years later by her husband during a dinner party at George and Victoria's home. Probably as a result of too much alcohol being consumed by the foursome, their conversation had eventually veered toward sex and its powerful influence on society, when, much to the poor woman's embarrassment, Sanjiv Chopra casually stated that his wife loved having her fat arse spanked before sex when the conversation had wandered into society's changing attitudes toward sexual behaviour.

Victoria's shock at how her work colleague could so openly divulge what should have been his and his lovely wife's bedroom secrets, was horrifyingly compounded by her own husband, George, laughing loudly and affirming that, she, the puritanical snob, also loved nothing more than being subjected to humiliation and punishment as a prelude to wild, uninhibited sex...

It was Sanjiv, much more the 'Dominant' than George, who'd instigated the foursome's first foray into wife-swapping. At another dinner party, this time at his and Amala's house, during another discussion that he'd deliberately steered toward sadomasochistic behaviour in modern society, he'd abruptly ordered his wife to lift her skirt and bend over the table in order to make her 'fat arse' available for their guests to use as they felt fit.

Victoria immediately felt a chilling shudder flow through her. She knew, from discussions with George about their own sexual peccadilloes, that her husband would not be averse to having his wife taken and used by another man as part of her sexual humiliation. Sure enough, a smugly-grinning George, after stroking the bent-over Amala between the legs for a while, and giving her ample backside a few hard swats with the palm of his hand, wordlessly walked around the table, took his wife's hand and lifted her to her feet. Pulling her chair away from her, he gently pushed her upper body down until she was bent over the table in the same submissive position their hostess had obediently placed herself in.

Shaking with embarrassment, and yet incredibly turned-on too, Victoria gasped and closed her eyes as she felt her skirt being lifted above her silk-clad bottom. Her black panties were slowly lowered down her legs until she obediently lifted each foot in turn to allow the flimsy garment to be removed completely. Hands roughly pulled her legs wider apart, then delved between her thighs and crudely spread her rapidly-moistening labia. The first slap, on her left cheek, was almost immediately followed by the sound of Amala crying out in pain as her brown buttocks were given the same treatment.

Victoria was angry, very angry, at the fact that her husband had exposed their private kink to people who knew them well; embarrassed and humiliated that her work colleagues - her partner in the practice and his junior doctor wife no less - were watching her behaving like a submissive slut and seeing the outward veneer of superiority that she'd cultivated so well over the years disappear in the face of her husband's absolute domination and command of her body. Hurt, humiliated, and absolutely crushed, her submissive nature took over her mind and body, willing her to perform any disgusting sex act her husband thought fit. Her brain lost all control of her body, her obscenely-spread sex seeming to leak her love-juice by the bucketful. She didn't want this, didn't want the shame that would surely follow. She hated the thought that now, not only her husband, but Sanjiv would know how to control her, how to discipline her. Hated it, but also loved it. Craved it, in fact. The thrill of another person being in control of her sexual gratification not just exciting her, but sending wave after wave of lustful energy to her flooding cunt.

The two women silently watched each other, blushing with embarrassment and with tears running down their cheeks as they obediently accepted their husbands harshly spanking their reddening backsides. Maybe ten or more slaps on each buttock later, both wives felt a cock fiercely thrust into their sopping pussy. They were given no say, no choice, when the two men swapped places and began fucking the other's wife, their sopping cunts submissively, and willingly, accepting a strange cock into their wet depths...

* * *

For the rest of the night, the two wives were used by their husbands in every way imaginable. Ordered to undress, first their husbands, then shockingly for Victoria, each other, before being told to kiss and caress the other wife in a first-ever detour into lesbian sex for the mature Englishwoman, the two physically diverse women were subjected to both physical and verbal abuse of their bodies whilst their husbands revelled in their humiliation. Although she did find their treatment shameful and demeaning, Victoria was also incredibly turned-on by this new and exciting descent into sexual depravity, experiencing many tumultuous orgasms in the space of a few hours of new and disgusting carnal experimentation.

After that that first time together, the two couples became a regular sexual-foursome. The men agreed between themselves, that each would have sexual domination over the others wife, able to command them to misbehave however they saw fit. Although protesting vehemently to her husband, Victoria found that having Sanjiv, as well as George, in control of her sexual behaviour, was not only humiliating, but incredibly exciting too; whilst Amala was just happy to please her husband in any way he wished - and enjoy her own sexual satisfaction as a bonus.

Sanjiv's favourite outrageous task for his lover and colleague seemed to be for him to deviously wait until a few minutes before evening surgery was due to start, then go into her room, order her to remove her panties and masturbate herself to an orgasm in front of him. He would then leave her to see her patients, without knickers, and her excited cunt leaking and filling the room with the scent of her womanly arousal. Quizzical looks from patients, usually the female ones who recognised the aroma of another woman's excited sex, prompted the embarrassed Victoria to disobediently keep a can of air-freshener in her drawer - an act that got her an extra-hard pummelling on her bare arse when her husband eventually found out.

Amala, for her part, would frequently be told to go into Victoria's room and bring the older doctor to an orgasm using her tongue and fingers. George would usually be on the telephone to his wife during these secret sex sessions between her and their female lover, enjoying Victoria nervously having to tell him exactly what Amala was doing to her while her legs were spread wide apart over the arms of her office chair. Maintaining his domineering humiliation of his wife's mind and body, even when he wasn't actually in the room with her, he would tease and torment her over the phone; forbidding the embarrassed and desperate woman from cumming until he gave her permission.

As senior partners in the practice, Victoria and Sanjiv were able to keep their dirty little sex-games away from the other members of staff without much difficulty, Sanjiv and his cohort, George, being careful to only force their wives to perform their deviant commands when it was safe to do so without much possibility of being discovered. There was always that small chance though. Even with a 'Do not disturb - meeting in progress' sign on the door, maybe one of the nurses, or other doctors, would try to enter the locked office when they knew Victoria or Amala, or both, were inside. That chance of discovery, the unforeseen exposure of their sexual kinks to other members of staff, inevitably added greatly to the humiliating fear - and exciting, provocative arousal - suffered by the two submissive sex-slaves as they obeyed their 'masters' commands...