23-12-2023, 08:24 PM
They both fell forward onto the bed, fully drenched in sweat, and totally spent.
"Oh wow. Memsaab." Bhola finally uttered. "That was incredible."
My wife smiled, turned around and kissed him deeply.
"Oh Bhola!" She spoke, her lips brushing across his. "You can cum in my pussy, or my ass, any time."
Neetu continued to kiss him tenderly all over his face.
"Oh, memsaab." Bhola chuckled again. "I can see you enjoyed it as much as I did!"
It was clear that Bhola was enjoying the fact that he had sex with my wife, a married woman, and that too his malkin - his boss's wife. And not just that, he had made her cum, and that she was now helplessly slobbering all over him, kissing him profusely.
"Bhola, my husband never made love to me like this!" Neetu confided in him. "And I have never been with another man other than him."
Neetu sat up in the bed. I could see that she now felt a little bit embarrassed from her loss of control and the exertions that followed. She was trying to collect herself now, and her eyes moved around looking for her bra and panties.
"What are you doing, memsaab?" Bhola asked, as Neetu got out of bed. His eyes were still taking in her sight - my wife's beautiful curves, her waist, her long legs, her big breasts, and her ample bottom.
"I... I... I have to go, Bhola." Neetu stammered. "Your sahib... he is in bed... and I don't want him to wake up and wonder... where I am."
"No, no." Bhola scolded her. He also stood up and walked up to her. "You can't go just like this. Are you going to go take a shower now in your bathroom?"
"Er... yes, Bhola."
"Then come and join my in my washroom. We will shower together."
Over my wife's objections, Bhola forcefully took her to the servants' bathroom and turned on the shower. I moved from the window that was overlooking into his room and made my way to the small exhaust window that was the bathroom. I could stand on my toes and make out what was going on inside.
My naked wife Neetu and my equally naked man servant Bhola were now both in the shower. He was washing her all over, while she was washing him, even as both were under the shower. Both of them were soaping each other.
"Oh, Bhola!" My wife gave a small scream as Bhola fondled her tits. "You are so naughty!"
"I can't help it, memsaab." Bhola said, as he then reached down and fingered her cunt. "You are such an item! A proper maal! I want to fuck you again!"
"Oh, Bhola." My wife closed her eyes, even as her own fingers wrapped around Bhola's dick. She soaped him there, and then caressed his balls. All this had its effect on both of them. They were now furiously soaping each other while kissing passionately. I could see Bhola was now very hard (again!), and my wife's nipples were perked up and erect.
"Oh, Bhola!" My wife couldn't hold herself any longer. She turned around, placed her palms on the wall and braced herself. "Please take me."
Bhola did not wait a moment longer, and he entered her from the rear. The combination of my wife's tightness and wetness took him over the moon. Soon once again he was pounding away at my wife and she was pushing back at him as he entered her.
He started squeezing Neetu's breasts and fingering her nipples.
"Oh Bhola." My wife murmured. "How are you so good!"
Bhola kissed her shoulders and her neck as he continued to move in and out of her.
I couldn't control myself anymore. For a long time I had my dick out and had been stroking it. Now I started to cum. Right there, outside my house, in the back lawn, looking at my servant fuck my wife in the bathroom, I started to cum.
Neetu was now muttering incoherent babbles and her body was convulsing as she too was beset by an orgasm. And soon I heard Bhola utter his guttural groan.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" He cried out, as he began to ejaculate in my wife. He humped her a few times to make sure all of his seed went inside her.
I finished cleaning myself up and looked inside. Bhola and Neeta were now kissing deeply, and Neetu had shoved her tongue into Bhola's mouth. She held on to him and would not let him go. Bhola caressed her backside and patted it. Finally, my reluctant wife washed herself again and let go of our servant. Both of them cleaned and wiped themselves and put on their clothes.
I knew it was time for me to go back to my room. Very quickly I ran across to the front door, silently got inside, and got to the stairs before my wife had even come out of the bathroom. Very sneakily, and yet fast, I took the stairs two at a time and made it back to my bedroom. I snuck into bed, covered myself up with the blanket, and waited.
I didn't have to wait long. Almost five minutes later, Neetu walked into the room.
"Darling." She called out softly. "I am back. Are you awake?"
I turned and slowly got up, and stretched, pretending to have just woken up. I then looked at my wife.
Since she had just taken a shower, she looked fresh. Her hair still had some wetness to it that made her even more alluring. Yet as I got up from bed and walked up to her, I could see the telltale signs of sex on her.
There were small bite marks, on her neck and breasts. When she turned around, I saw that her ass was still reddish, where Bhola had spanked her. And of course, she had a glow on her face that only a fulfilling session of sex could produce.
I was now next to her. Neetu was blushing, and I found that she was unable to meet my gaze. Poor girl - she must be feeling so conflicted! I decided to put her at east. Quite suddenly I grabbed her in a tight hug and kissed her, thrusting my tongue into my wife's mouth.
"Oh Gopal" My wife mumbled. "What's gotten into you!"
I then pulled her down to the bed and made her lie down.
"Oh, Gopal." Neetu was still behaving shy with me. "I... I am so conflicted, my love. I don't know what to say."
"My love." I tried to soothe her. "Please don't feel bad. We both agreed on this. You should definitely not feel guilty about it."
For some time, no one spoke. Then Neetu sat up in bed and looked at me.
"You should know that I love you, Gopal." She began. "What happened between me and Bhola... well... it is physical. But it is purely physical. I need him... I need him for a reason. But I have no feelings for him. I love you. You are my husband."
Was she telling me, or trying to convince herself? I didn't say anything to that.
"I love you, my love." I once again leaned in to kiss her lips.
We kissed each other for a long time.
"I have to ask you some questions, Neetu." I told my wife. "I want to know exactly what happened."
"Er... is that wise?" Neetu raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to know every detail?"
"Yes." I nodded. "Please tell me, frankly and honestly. Everything."
"Why, Gopal." Neetu tried to shield me. "I am your wife. It may... be... too much for you... to deal with."
"No." I was firm. I didn't tell her I saw everything, but she had to know there would be no secrets of this affair between us. "Tell me, how was the sex?"
"It was... so-so." Neetu lied. "I mean... he was nervous. I was nervous."
I looked at her.
"My darling." I pointed out. "You were gone for two hours."
Neetu finally broke down.
"Please don't mind me saying this, Gopal." She pleaded before she began. "Don't get me wrong. I love you, and I love having sex with you. But Bhola! It's not even a fair comparison to you, my love. The man has a gift. His penis - it is so... so... so magnificent! So big. So... hard."
I could see Neetu's eyes glazing over even just talking about it.
"How was the sex?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"Honestly?" Neetu asked me. "Why, Gopal? Do you really need to know?"
"Yes, absolutely."
"Honey, I can't even begin to describe the sex." Neetu gushed. "You have never even come close to fucking me as good as Bhola did right now. I mean... I had good sex from you... no doubt... but Bhola was on another level. I had an orgasm so intense that I literally lost control of my body. It was amazing! My goodness, I'm getting soaking wet just thinking about it! I am... sorry, my love. You did want to know."
Whatever I was feeling internally, I gave her a big smile and grinned.
"I am glad you enjoyed it, my love." I said. "Tell me, did you give him a blowjob?"
Neetu cast her eyes down, and then nodded.
"I am sorry, honey." She began. "I know I haven't done that for you for some time. Er... I can give you one right now."
"Did he force you?" I ignored her desperate attempt to pacify me and continued my questioning. "Did he make you do it?"
"Oh no." Neetu quickly defended Bhola. "I just... wanted to. I took his penis in my mouth... I just felt like it. I loved sucking and tasting his erect penis. It was so big!"
Once again with the size!
"Did you have trouble taking him in, since he was so big?"
"Um... at first, yes. It was difficult. There was some pain initially when he first pushed the mammoth penis into me. But later on, I fully lost control. Darling... you don't know how many times I managed to cum... it was so intense!"
Once again, none of us spoke for a bit.
"Did he cum inside your pussy?" I finally asked. "After all.. that's why you were there."
Neetu nodded.
"He ejaculated very deep into me. Almost in my womb. And... um... when he ejaculated, we had an orgasm together. He was almost able to time it so well. And we did it twice. So, I have two loads inside me."
"Neetu." I suddenly said. "I have to fuck you now."
My wife looked at me with surprise, but she didn't say anything, only nodding. As she lay back on the bed, I removed her panty, and placed a finger in her cunt.
"You are wet." I declared, and I saw her blush again. Just talking about Bhola had gotten her wet.
I positioned his own penis at the entrance of my wife's vagina and thrust myself into her.
I fucked her for about three to four minutes. It could... rather it must have been... my imagination, but it almost seemed as if her vagina had suddenly become enlarged, and I wondered if she could even feel me. I was sliding into her very easily, and it wasn't tight at all. After three minutes, I couldn't control myself anymore.
"Neetu, I want to cum."
My wife nodded, almost absent mindedly, as I began to ejaculate into her. I could see her grimace a bit, but she didn't say anything as I humped her. Her poor pussy! It had seen a lot of action that night.
Afterwards, as we laid back, I turned to Neetu again.
"My dear." I told her. "Your cunt really seems to have enlarged after getting fucked by Bhola. Do you wish to continue your affair with him? After all, how long are we talking about for you to get pregnant?"
My wife was silent for some time before speaking.
"My darling." She began. "You know this thing takes time. I may be pregnant already, or it will take a few more. You know... sometimes... it takes a few months to get pregnant, even if the man is virile!"
I raised an eyebrow now.
"A few months?" I repeated. "I... I... I thought it would just be a... maybe a couple of times, and that's it."
"Oh no." Neetu replied. "I may have to go to him every night... for at least two months!"
My wife took my hand in hers and stroked it.
"Is that ok with you, my love?" Neetu spoke in a soft voice. "Remember, I won't do it if you don't agree. I love you very much, and that is most important thing for me."
I smiled and kissed her again.
"It is perfectly fine with me, Neetu." I answered. "I want you to be happy. Let's make you a mother. Just... keep it... discreet, you know. Bhola must never know that... I know."
"Of course, my love." Neetu wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply, rolling her tongue into my mouth. "I am so lucky and so proud to have you, as my husband."
* * *
Four... no, five months have now gone by since that night. It is now the sixth month, and then it would have been three years from the time Dr Das first told us we couldn't be parents.
Five months where almost every other night my wife Neetu would make her way down to my servant's room to get ardently fucked by him for almost two hours straight. And on most of those nights I would be there, unknown to her and her lover, watching them from outside the house. I would masturbate watching them make love. I was taking care of my own cock while my wife was taking care of another man's cock... several times.
It had become almost a routine. We would go to bed, and it would be all so normal. We would snuggle and kiss and make out for a bit. Sometimes we even had sex. We were actually having sex more often. I guess Neetu felt a little bad for me, so I got lot of pity fucks.
However, even when I fucked her, I knew she was really thinking about Bhola. If I have to be honest, any woman would be lucky to have sex with our servant. It wasn't just his giant cock, but the fact that he knew what to do with it. He would play with Neetu the way a violinist plays with his instrument. By the time he was done, Neetu was a helpless wet mess, moving from orgasm to orgasm, and desperately hooked for the next time.
This is why, around 12.30 am in the morning, just past midnight, Neetu would get up. She would freshen up, put on a fresh lingerie, fresh underwear, and then give me a kiss.
"I am off to get pregnant, darling." She would say, laughing a bit, before leaving the room. I would allow her a few minutes, before I too would sneak out. And then stand outside my servant's window, watching him completely ravage my hapless wife for the next couple of hours.
Bhola was becoming more and more assertive as a lover, and strangely Neetu seemed to be loving it. After three weeks of fucking my wife, he made a strange request one night.
"Memsaab." He requested. "I have to slap you please."
"Slap?" My wife was incredulous. "Why do you want to slap me, Bhola?"
"You will like it." Bhola confidently answered. "It will be a playful slap, don't worry. Jyoti memsaab used to love it when I slapped her during our lovemaking. Nausheen baaji also. She used to ask me all the time for it. Bhola, please slap me, she would beg. And I would slap her. Hard too, not soft. Even Komal didi, you know, the maid next door... she likes getting slapped by me too. I used to give her ten slaps at a time, memsaab."
"Er... ok." My wife was still not sure, but she complied. "Lightly, Bhola. After all, you have started to spank me quite hard now."
"And don't you like it?" Bhola countered. "The other day, when I spanked you in the kitchen, you were so wet!"
Neetu couldn't say anything, but she blushed a bright red in reply.
And thus, the following night, was the first time Bhola slapped my wife. She had just gone down to take him in her mouth, and his penis had popped out of her lips for a minute. Bhola patted her on her cheeks.
"Tsk tsk! I am going to slap you now, memsaab."
My wife, already in heat, kneeling down on the floor, looked up at Bhola, and nodded.
SLAP!
It was not a hard slap, but not a soft one either. Bhola raised his hand and again calmly struck my wife across her face, this time with the back of his hand.
SLAP!
"Please pay attention, memsaab." Bhola scolded her. "Go back to sucking my cock properly."
SLAP!
"Yes, Bhola. I am sorry, Bhola." My wife nodded, suddenly unable to meet Bhola's gaze. She was blushing furiously as she took her lover's cock again in her mouth, after being slapped like that by her own servant.
From that day on, Bhola would slap my wife every night. It started with one or two slaps, and then three and four, and then Bhola would pretty much slap her at will. I noticed that he did whatever he wanted with her. Neetu would not say no. She was up for anything, so enamoured she was with him.
One night I was watching them do it.
Bhola had just climbed into the bed, spread my wife's legs open and pushed his hard cock into Neetu's pussy. She grunted loudly at the swift invasion.
"Oh memsaab. You are already so wet!" Bhola exclaimed. "It sure feels good stretching your tight little twat! You are a proper slut."
"Oh, I am your slut, Bhola." Neetu answered.
"You talk too much." Bhola grinned. He raised a hand and slapped Neetu twice.
SLAP!
SLAP!
I watched as my wife's legs began to wrap around Bhola's hips and her arms went to his neck.
"I always knew you like it rough, memsaab." Bhola grinned. "You are that Sati Savitri type, but I could see it in your eyes. You like the big, strong types taking you, don't you? You are a proper slut, especially when you get slapped."
SLAP!
SLAP!
Neetu didn't deny it. In reply to the slapping, she was pressing her hips hard at Bhola, and her breathing was coming in loud gasps and moans. She was clinging to him with all of her strength.
SLAP!
SLAP!
I had my cock out, and as my wife began to orgasm, I too started to shoot my own load. It was surreal standing outside every night listening to my wife getting fucked by our servant. And getting the fucking of her life.
"AAAHHHHHH!" I heard Bhola moan. I knew by his grunting that he was now cumming, and Neetu was stroking his back as he enjoyed his orgasm.
Sometimes I wondered if Bhola was stretching my wife's cunt beyond recovery with all that sex. When Neetu and I had sex, she would sometimes jokingly say that she could hardly feel my tiny dick. I mostly worked from home, but whenever I would go to the office, I knew Bhola had his dick buried inside my wife. It kept me turned on all day at work to think of what he was doing to her in my absence. Whenever I was out of the house, it seemed Neetu's mouth and cunt and ass were open for business, however and wherever Bhola wanted them.
***
"Oh wow. Memsaab." Bhola finally uttered. "That was incredible."
My wife smiled, turned around and kissed him deeply.
"Oh Bhola!" She spoke, her lips brushing across his. "You can cum in my pussy, or my ass, any time."
Neetu continued to kiss him tenderly all over his face.
"Oh, memsaab." Bhola chuckled again. "I can see you enjoyed it as much as I did!"
It was clear that Bhola was enjoying the fact that he had sex with my wife, a married woman, and that too his malkin - his boss's wife. And not just that, he had made her cum, and that she was now helplessly slobbering all over him, kissing him profusely.
"Bhola, my husband never made love to me like this!" Neetu confided in him. "And I have never been with another man other than him."
Neetu sat up in the bed. I could see that she now felt a little bit embarrassed from her loss of control and the exertions that followed. She was trying to collect herself now, and her eyes moved around looking for her bra and panties.
"What are you doing, memsaab?" Bhola asked, as Neetu got out of bed. His eyes were still taking in her sight - my wife's beautiful curves, her waist, her long legs, her big breasts, and her ample bottom.
"I... I... I have to go, Bhola." Neetu stammered. "Your sahib... he is in bed... and I don't want him to wake up and wonder... where I am."
"No, no." Bhola scolded her. He also stood up and walked up to her. "You can't go just like this. Are you going to go take a shower now in your bathroom?"
"Er... yes, Bhola."
"Then come and join my in my washroom. We will shower together."
Over my wife's objections, Bhola forcefully took her to the servants' bathroom and turned on the shower. I moved from the window that was overlooking into his room and made my way to the small exhaust window that was the bathroom. I could stand on my toes and make out what was going on inside.
My naked wife Neetu and my equally naked man servant Bhola were now both in the shower. He was washing her all over, while she was washing him, even as both were under the shower. Both of them were soaping each other.
"Oh, Bhola!" My wife gave a small scream as Bhola fondled her tits. "You are so naughty!"
"I can't help it, memsaab." Bhola said, as he then reached down and fingered her cunt. "You are such an item! A proper maal! I want to fuck you again!"
"Oh, Bhola." My wife closed her eyes, even as her own fingers wrapped around Bhola's dick. She soaped him there, and then caressed his balls. All this had its effect on both of them. They were now furiously soaping each other while kissing passionately. I could see Bhola was now very hard (again!), and my wife's nipples were perked up and erect.
"Oh, Bhola!" My wife couldn't hold herself any longer. She turned around, placed her palms on the wall and braced herself. "Please take me."
Bhola did not wait a moment longer, and he entered her from the rear. The combination of my wife's tightness and wetness took him over the moon. Soon once again he was pounding away at my wife and she was pushing back at him as he entered her.
He started squeezing Neetu's breasts and fingering her nipples.
"Oh Bhola." My wife murmured. "How are you so good!"
Bhola kissed her shoulders and her neck as he continued to move in and out of her.
I couldn't control myself anymore. For a long time I had my dick out and had been stroking it. Now I started to cum. Right there, outside my house, in the back lawn, looking at my servant fuck my wife in the bathroom, I started to cum.
Neetu was now muttering incoherent babbles and her body was convulsing as she too was beset by an orgasm. And soon I heard Bhola utter his guttural groan.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" He cried out, as he began to ejaculate in my wife. He humped her a few times to make sure all of his seed went inside her.
I finished cleaning myself up and looked inside. Bhola and Neeta were now kissing deeply, and Neetu had shoved her tongue into Bhola's mouth. She held on to him and would not let him go. Bhola caressed her backside and patted it. Finally, my reluctant wife washed herself again and let go of our servant. Both of them cleaned and wiped themselves and put on their clothes.
I knew it was time for me to go back to my room. Very quickly I ran across to the front door, silently got inside, and got to the stairs before my wife had even come out of the bathroom. Very sneakily, and yet fast, I took the stairs two at a time and made it back to my bedroom. I snuck into bed, covered myself up with the blanket, and waited.
I didn't have to wait long. Almost five minutes later, Neetu walked into the room.
"Darling." She called out softly. "I am back. Are you awake?"
I turned and slowly got up, and stretched, pretending to have just woken up. I then looked at my wife.
Since she had just taken a shower, she looked fresh. Her hair still had some wetness to it that made her even more alluring. Yet as I got up from bed and walked up to her, I could see the telltale signs of sex on her.
There were small bite marks, on her neck and breasts. When she turned around, I saw that her ass was still reddish, where Bhola had spanked her. And of course, she had a glow on her face that only a fulfilling session of sex could produce.
I was now next to her. Neetu was blushing, and I found that she was unable to meet my gaze. Poor girl - she must be feeling so conflicted! I decided to put her at east. Quite suddenly I grabbed her in a tight hug and kissed her, thrusting my tongue into my wife's mouth.
"Oh Gopal" My wife mumbled. "What's gotten into you!"
I then pulled her down to the bed and made her lie down.
"Oh, Gopal." Neetu was still behaving shy with me. "I... I am so conflicted, my love. I don't know what to say."
"My love." I tried to soothe her. "Please don't feel bad. We both agreed on this. You should definitely not feel guilty about it."
For some time, no one spoke. Then Neetu sat up in bed and looked at me.
"You should know that I love you, Gopal." She began. "What happened between me and Bhola... well... it is physical. But it is purely physical. I need him... I need him for a reason. But I have no feelings for him. I love you. You are my husband."
Was she telling me, or trying to convince herself? I didn't say anything to that.
"I love you, my love." I once again leaned in to kiss her lips.
We kissed each other for a long time.
"I have to ask you some questions, Neetu." I told my wife. "I want to know exactly what happened."
"Er... is that wise?" Neetu raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to know every detail?"
"Yes." I nodded. "Please tell me, frankly and honestly. Everything."
"Why, Gopal." Neetu tried to shield me. "I am your wife. It may... be... too much for you... to deal with."
"No." I was firm. I didn't tell her I saw everything, but she had to know there would be no secrets of this affair between us. "Tell me, how was the sex?"
"It was... so-so." Neetu lied. "I mean... he was nervous. I was nervous."
I looked at her.
"My darling." I pointed out. "You were gone for two hours."
Neetu finally broke down.
"Please don't mind me saying this, Gopal." She pleaded before she began. "Don't get me wrong. I love you, and I love having sex with you. But Bhola! It's not even a fair comparison to you, my love. The man has a gift. His penis - it is so... so... so magnificent! So big. So... hard."
I could see Neetu's eyes glazing over even just talking about it.
"How was the sex?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"Honestly?" Neetu asked me. "Why, Gopal? Do you really need to know?"
"Yes, absolutely."
"Honey, I can't even begin to describe the sex." Neetu gushed. "You have never even come close to fucking me as good as Bhola did right now. I mean... I had good sex from you... no doubt... but Bhola was on another level. I had an orgasm so intense that I literally lost control of my body. It was amazing! My goodness, I'm getting soaking wet just thinking about it! I am... sorry, my love. You did want to know."
Whatever I was feeling internally, I gave her a big smile and grinned.
"I am glad you enjoyed it, my love." I said. "Tell me, did you give him a blowjob?"
Neetu cast her eyes down, and then nodded.
"I am sorry, honey." She began. "I know I haven't done that for you for some time. Er... I can give you one right now."
"Did he force you?" I ignored her desperate attempt to pacify me and continued my questioning. "Did he make you do it?"
"Oh no." Neetu quickly defended Bhola. "I just... wanted to. I took his penis in my mouth... I just felt like it. I loved sucking and tasting his erect penis. It was so big!"
Once again with the size!
"Did you have trouble taking him in, since he was so big?"
"Um... at first, yes. It was difficult. There was some pain initially when he first pushed the mammoth penis into me. But later on, I fully lost control. Darling... you don't know how many times I managed to cum... it was so intense!"
Once again, none of us spoke for a bit.
"Did he cum inside your pussy?" I finally asked. "After all.. that's why you were there."
Neetu nodded.
"He ejaculated very deep into me. Almost in my womb. And... um... when he ejaculated, we had an orgasm together. He was almost able to time it so well. And we did it twice. So, I have two loads inside me."
"Neetu." I suddenly said. "I have to fuck you now."
My wife looked at me with surprise, but she didn't say anything, only nodding. As she lay back on the bed, I removed her panty, and placed a finger in her cunt.
"You are wet." I declared, and I saw her blush again. Just talking about Bhola had gotten her wet.
I positioned his own penis at the entrance of my wife's vagina and thrust myself into her.
I fucked her for about three to four minutes. It could... rather it must have been... my imagination, but it almost seemed as if her vagina had suddenly become enlarged, and I wondered if she could even feel me. I was sliding into her very easily, and it wasn't tight at all. After three minutes, I couldn't control myself anymore.
"Neetu, I want to cum."
My wife nodded, almost absent mindedly, as I began to ejaculate into her. I could see her grimace a bit, but she didn't say anything as I humped her. Her poor pussy! It had seen a lot of action that night.
Afterwards, as we laid back, I turned to Neetu again.
"My dear." I told her. "Your cunt really seems to have enlarged after getting fucked by Bhola. Do you wish to continue your affair with him? After all, how long are we talking about for you to get pregnant?"
My wife was silent for some time before speaking.
"My darling." She began. "You know this thing takes time. I may be pregnant already, or it will take a few more. You know... sometimes... it takes a few months to get pregnant, even if the man is virile!"
I raised an eyebrow now.
"A few months?" I repeated. "I... I... I thought it would just be a... maybe a couple of times, and that's it."
"Oh no." Neetu replied. "I may have to go to him every night... for at least two months!"
My wife took my hand in hers and stroked it.
"Is that ok with you, my love?" Neetu spoke in a soft voice. "Remember, I won't do it if you don't agree. I love you very much, and that is most important thing for me."
I smiled and kissed her again.
"It is perfectly fine with me, Neetu." I answered. "I want you to be happy. Let's make you a mother. Just... keep it... discreet, you know. Bhola must never know that... I know."
"Of course, my love." Neetu wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply, rolling her tongue into my mouth. "I am so lucky and so proud to have you, as my husband."
* * *
Four... no, five months have now gone by since that night. It is now the sixth month, and then it would have been three years from the time Dr Das first told us we couldn't be parents.
Five months where almost every other night my wife Neetu would make her way down to my servant's room to get ardently fucked by him for almost two hours straight. And on most of those nights I would be there, unknown to her and her lover, watching them from outside the house. I would masturbate watching them make love. I was taking care of my own cock while my wife was taking care of another man's cock... several times.
It had become almost a routine. We would go to bed, and it would be all so normal. We would snuggle and kiss and make out for a bit. Sometimes we even had sex. We were actually having sex more often. I guess Neetu felt a little bad for me, so I got lot of pity fucks.
However, even when I fucked her, I knew she was really thinking about Bhola. If I have to be honest, any woman would be lucky to have sex with our servant. It wasn't just his giant cock, but the fact that he knew what to do with it. He would play with Neetu the way a violinist plays with his instrument. By the time he was done, Neetu was a helpless wet mess, moving from orgasm to orgasm, and desperately hooked for the next time.
This is why, around 12.30 am in the morning, just past midnight, Neetu would get up. She would freshen up, put on a fresh lingerie, fresh underwear, and then give me a kiss.
"I am off to get pregnant, darling." She would say, laughing a bit, before leaving the room. I would allow her a few minutes, before I too would sneak out. And then stand outside my servant's window, watching him completely ravage my hapless wife for the next couple of hours.
Bhola was becoming more and more assertive as a lover, and strangely Neetu seemed to be loving it. After three weeks of fucking my wife, he made a strange request one night.
"Memsaab." He requested. "I have to slap you please."
"Slap?" My wife was incredulous. "Why do you want to slap me, Bhola?"
"You will like it." Bhola confidently answered. "It will be a playful slap, don't worry. Jyoti memsaab used to love it when I slapped her during our lovemaking. Nausheen baaji also. She used to ask me all the time for it. Bhola, please slap me, she would beg. And I would slap her. Hard too, not soft. Even Komal didi, you know, the maid next door... she likes getting slapped by me too. I used to give her ten slaps at a time, memsaab."
"Er... ok." My wife was still not sure, but she complied. "Lightly, Bhola. After all, you have started to spank me quite hard now."
"And don't you like it?" Bhola countered. "The other day, when I spanked you in the kitchen, you were so wet!"
Neetu couldn't say anything, but she blushed a bright red in reply.
And thus, the following night, was the first time Bhola slapped my wife. She had just gone down to take him in her mouth, and his penis had popped out of her lips for a minute. Bhola patted her on her cheeks.
"Tsk tsk! I am going to slap you now, memsaab."
My wife, already in heat, kneeling down on the floor, looked up at Bhola, and nodded.
SLAP!
It was not a hard slap, but not a soft one either. Bhola raised his hand and again calmly struck my wife across her face, this time with the back of his hand.
SLAP!
"Please pay attention, memsaab." Bhola scolded her. "Go back to sucking my cock properly."
SLAP!
"Yes, Bhola. I am sorry, Bhola." My wife nodded, suddenly unable to meet Bhola's gaze. She was blushing furiously as she took her lover's cock again in her mouth, after being slapped like that by her own servant.
From that day on, Bhola would slap my wife every night. It started with one or two slaps, and then three and four, and then Bhola would pretty much slap her at will. I noticed that he did whatever he wanted with her. Neetu would not say no. She was up for anything, so enamoured she was with him.
One night I was watching them do it.
Bhola had just climbed into the bed, spread my wife's legs open and pushed his hard cock into Neetu's pussy. She grunted loudly at the swift invasion.
"Oh memsaab. You are already so wet!" Bhola exclaimed. "It sure feels good stretching your tight little twat! You are a proper slut."
"Oh, I am your slut, Bhola." Neetu answered.
"You talk too much." Bhola grinned. He raised a hand and slapped Neetu twice.
SLAP!
SLAP!
I watched as my wife's legs began to wrap around Bhola's hips and her arms went to his neck.
"I always knew you like it rough, memsaab." Bhola grinned. "You are that Sati Savitri type, but I could see it in your eyes. You like the big, strong types taking you, don't you? You are a proper slut, especially when you get slapped."
SLAP!
SLAP!
Neetu didn't deny it. In reply to the slapping, she was pressing her hips hard at Bhola, and her breathing was coming in loud gasps and moans. She was clinging to him with all of her strength.
SLAP!
SLAP!
I had my cock out, and as my wife began to orgasm, I too started to shoot my own load. It was surreal standing outside every night listening to my wife getting fucked by our servant. And getting the fucking of her life.
"AAAHHHHHH!" I heard Bhola moan. I knew by his grunting that he was now cumming, and Neetu was stroking his back as he enjoyed his orgasm.
Sometimes I wondered if Bhola was stretching my wife's cunt beyond recovery with all that sex. When Neetu and I had sex, she would sometimes jokingly say that she could hardly feel my tiny dick. I mostly worked from home, but whenever I would go to the office, I knew Bhola had his dick buried inside my wife. It kept me turned on all day at work to think of what he was doing to her in my absence. Whenever I was out of the house, it seemed Neetu's mouth and cunt and ass were open for business, however and wherever Bhola wanted them.
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