23-12-2023, 08:26 PM
One thing about Bhola. He certainly had stamina, energy, and amazing recuperative powers. Every night, he would fuck my wife at least thrice, including once in the ass. Sometimes she would give him a blowjob too. And the time he spent with my wife every night was getting longer and longer, and Neetu started going to his room earlier and earlier. Soon he was fucking my wife, over and over, from 11 at night until the wee hours of the morning.
Despite all that sex, Neetu was not becoming pregnant.
"It's OK, darling." She told me after the third month, when she once again had her period. "These things can take time. I have to keep trying."
Bhola's attitude around the house started to change also. He was becoming more assertive, and less obedient and respectful, towards me. He always seemed to have a smirk on him. It was as if he was enjoying the fact that I was in the house and he was still fucking my wife behind my back, making her cum haplessly all the time.
He would often mock me even as he was fucking Neetu.
"Does sahib make you cum like this, memsaab?" He asked Neetu one night, when she was sitting on his rod, shuddering as her body went through an intense orgasm. In reply my wife wrapped her arms around him and kissed him for a full minute.
"No, my dear Bhola." She answered. "You are so much more of a man than my husband. You do things to me that he can never do."
"I slap you." Bhola grinned. "And I spank your ass, memsaab."
Once again my wife kissed him.
"Bhola." She replied. "As long as you fuck me like this, you can do anything you want to me. I am your slut. Slap me. Spank me."
I even spotted them doing it during the daytime, once or twice. Once I had gone to the kitchen, and I guess they hadn't heard me come down the stairs. I heard some moaning and groaning coming from the kitchen, so I tiptoed and peered in. Neetu was at the sink, her nightie rolled up, and her panties pulled down, and Bhola was shoving his huge erection in and out of my wife's asshole! I stood there, stroking myself, watching my servant take my wife in the butt. She even cleaned his cock with her mouth after he came in her ass!
When the fifth month came and went, Neetu told me that Bhola wanted to expand things in the bedroom.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"He wants to invite his friend to join him. Just for one night, he said. Only for this one night. It's a special occasion for his friend, he said."
"And what did you say?" I questioned her.
Neetu gestured helplessly.
"I said yes." She replied. "I thought, why not? Maybe it will actually help Bhola impregnate me. So that's why I said, why not?"
Why not indeed?
* * *
"Now remember," Neetu reminded me. "You are supposed to be completely knocked out asleep. I told Bhola I have given you a strong dose of sleeping pills and you will be fast asleep."
"Yes, I remember." I replied.
"Aw... you are hard." Neetu placed a hand on the lump in my jeans. "My baby is hard, thinking about his wife getting fucked silly by a servant and his friend."
Neetu giggled as she rubbed me.
"Don't worry, my love, your baby's going to take care of you as soon as she gets back."
"Can I at least stand outside the door and listen, Neetu?" I pleaded.
"Well." Neetu bit her lip as she thought about it. "I don't want any risks. So don't go downstairs, but I guess you can hide near the top of the stairs and listen."
"Yes, dear."
We kissed passionately before Neetu had to reluctantly withdraw.
"Wish me luck, darling. I have no idea who this 'friend' of Bhola is. Or what they are planning to do with me."
"Yes, dear. Relax and enjoy yourself. Just remember to use a condom."
"Yes, my love."
Just for a moment I wondered where we had come in six months. Six months ago, I was the only man my wife had ever been with. Now, I had just permitted my wife to go and get fucked by two horny lower class servant men. Knowing those type, they were probably looking forward to gang banging her, violently fucking such a prime high-class lady (a gori chitti mem) her in all of her holes. And I was telling her, relax and enjoy.
Neetu left the room. She didn't shut the door behind her. A moment later, I slowly tiptoed out of the room and made me way to the stairs.
The house was pitch dark. I stood near the foyer in front of the stairs, flattened myself against the wall in the shadows, and strained my eyes. I could see Neetu at the foot of the stairs, waiting. A hall light came on, and I could see Bhola now walk towards Neetu.
They hugged. I could feel an acute sense of shame as I saw Bhola's hands go around my wife's body and squeeze her fleshy buttocks. He then pressed his lips against my wife's juicy lips and they French kissed for a long time. His hands were now roaming all over her body, paying particular homage to her jiggling breasts.
"So," Neetu playfully asked Bhola once they stopped kissing. "What's the plan, Bhola? What are we doing tonight? Are you fucking me first or we are waiting for your friend? When is this friend coming? Let's go, I am excited!"
Bhola's response shocked me. It must have stunned Neetu as well. He slapped her hard, twice.
SLAP!
SLAP!
The sound of his hand meeting my beautiful wife's cheeks ricocheted through the empty house like pistol shots. Here was my servant, a man who lived in my house and fed on my scraps, treating the love of my life like a two-dollar whore.
SLAP!
"Memsaab!" Bhola roared and slapped her again. "I told you this will all happen my way. Don't think you can order me around now as well after ordering me around all day! You were particularly hard on me all day."
"No, no, I am not." I could see Neetu fighting back tears as she tried to find an excuse. "Of course not, Bhola. I am so sorry, Bhola."
"Come." Bhola wrapped an arm around Neetu's waist, his arm resting on her bare skin. "Let's go. Tonight you will be a proper slut. A kaamwaali bazaari aurat."
"Yes, Bhola."
Bhola was leading my wife to his room. His hand was on her waist, and occasionally strayed down to my wife's butt. Once or twice, he pinched Neetu's butt cheeks slightly. Once they were near his door, he then turned to her.
"Memsaab," He told Neetu, cupping one of her breasts, and getting absolutely no resistance from my wife. "My friend will soon be here. I have told him both you and sahib are away, so he doesn't know you will be here. I told him to come and watch some movie with me, so he has absolutely no idea what we have planned."
"Yes, Bhola." Neetu spoke very deferentially. She already seemed very aroused at the way he was man handling her and his complete and total control of her.
"Now let's go inside. When he is here, I will go get him." Bhola said.
"Do I know him?" Neetu asked.
"I think," Bhola laughed, "You will be surprised also as to who he is."
I watched as the two entered Bhola's room. I wanted to follow them and listen outside their door, but Neetu had expressly forbidden me. Should I go outside the house by the window? It could be dangerous, but I wanted to see!
I decided to take a chance. This 'friend' would come any time through the front door, so I quickly crept to the kitchen, and opened the back door. Making sure there was no one in the yard, I quietly stepped out and gently shut the door. Sticking to the wall and the shadows, I crawled my way towards the side of the house where Bhola's room was, and his window.
"Good, you are there!" I suddenly heard a noise and froze. It was Bhola!
He was talking to someone who was at the front door! Pure good luck that I had decided to exit through the rear door, otherwise I would have been caught. I tried to peer through the bushes and get a good look at the 'friend'.
It was Bashir, the watchman who patrols our neighborhood! He was supposed to be at the gates, and here he was, in our house, meeting our servant.
"Any trouble getting your manager to cover for you, Bashir bhai?" Bhola was asking him.
"Not today." Bashir grinned. "Tomorrow is Halloween, and we have to do double shifts. With all that trick or treating here in the community, and these parties. So today my manager was a little relaxed. As long as I am back in two hours, I should be good."
"Good. Now come inside, Bashir bhai."
The two entered my house, and Bhola shut the front door. I immediately ran, stealthily, to Bhola's window. I didn't want to peer in yet, but curiosity got the better of me. Thankfully it was a cloudy night, with no moon, so it was quite dark. There was a small lamp inside Bhola's room, and it was lit, so I could see inside clearly from the shadows, without them spotting me outside.
Neetu wasn't inside! I rubbed my eyes and looked in again. Where was she? I looked around, and the small exhaust window nearby caught my attention. There was a light in the washroom that Bhola used, next to his room. Neetu must be there. Bhola must have hidden her in the washroom as a surprise for his friend.
Bhola's room had a study table in a corner with a chair. I had given him that to do some studies in his off time, and a small used laptop, which was now on the table. Bashir got in and made himself comfortable on that chair at the table.
"Do you have some fresh porn?" He asked, as he pressed a button to bring the laptop out of the sleep mode.
"I got something even better." Bhola grinned. I saw him at the door, wave to someone - probably Neetu.
I was right.
Bashir was now at the chair, surfing the internet on the laptop, when Neetu entered the room. He jumped up as soon as he saw my wife, and his face was as white as a ghost.
"Memsaab!" Bashir exclaimed. He was shivering, the poor man. "Bhola said that you..."
"Bashir bhai!" My wife was surprised to see him there. "What are you doing here? Are you the friend? I thought..."
Before Neetu could complete her question she felt a hard smack on her buttocks.
SMACK!
Bhola had spanked my wife hard on her bottom.
SMACK!
"Bhola!" Bashir was aghast at seeing Bhola spank Neetu, a housewife in this gated community, and one of the people that paid his salary. "What are you doing? She is your malkin."
Bhola started to laugh. He walked behind my wife and hugged her from behind, his hands resting on top of her blouse, on her chest and squeezing her boobs.
"Hear that, memsaab? You are a very respectable malkin." He laughed while groping Neetu's breasts and patting her buttocks.
Neetu stood still, not knowing what to do even as Bhola continued to molest her.
"You seem puzzled, Bashir bhai." Bhola grinned, as he tweaked my wife's breasts.
"I... I..." Bashir seemed lost for words.
"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola's voice was very dominant. "Turn around and face me. And kneel down on the floor."
"Bhola!" Bashir was once again aghast, seeing Bhola order my wife around like that. To his surprise, my wife nodded and turned around to face Bhola.
"Yes, Bhola." She obediently went down on her knees, and then looked up expectantly, waiting. Bhola patted her cheeks. I knew what was coming.
SLAP!
Bhola had raised a hand and calmly struck my wife sharply across her face.
"Bhola!" Bashir was aghast. "What are you doing?"
Bhola paid him no heed and raised his hand again.
SLAP!
"You see, Bashir bhai, your malkin is a slut. A nice, fine, slut." Bhola answered, as he struck my wife across her face again.
SLAP!
"She pretends to be a high class memsaab when all she is... is a slut. A slut that needs to be fucked every day."
SLAP!
Neetu's cheeks were now very red. She was biting her lip, but gamely she hung on as my servant continued to slap her.
SLAP!
"She has been coming to my bed almost every night." Bhola continued. "For the last four to five months. Pretty much every night."
SLAP!
"And I have been fucking her every night for these months. Even as her husband, the cuckold, sleeps upstairs, unaware of his wife's debauchery."
SLAP!
"She's a married lady, but she has no shame coming here to get fucked properly by me. Her mere servant."
SLAP!
Bhola patted Neetu's cheeks.
"And today... I want to share this slut with you." Bhola then walked over to Bashir. "It's Halloween tomorrow, Bashir bhai, so I am just giving you an advance candy."
Suddenly it was all clear. These people, the servant, and the watchman, who didn't partake in our rich people's festivals like Halloween, was now going to have a party, and my wife was the party treat. The "candy". Neetu was going to be Bhola's gift to Bashir. He, a mere night watchman, was going to have sex with one of the malkins of the community, and that too in her own house.
"Memsaab." Bhola ordered my wife, patting her cheeks again. "Please stand up and get on the bed. And get on all fours. I want you on the bed like a dog."
"Yes, Bhola."
Neetu did as he asked, with her hips pointing towards Bhola and her face towards Bashir.
"Now, Bashir," Bhola said with great fanfare. "Let us unwrap this slutty candy."
Bhola removed his own pants and underwear. His giant cock, half erect, immediately jumped out into view. He seemed to have no qualms about getting naked in front of Bashir, and Bashir didn't seem to be fazed either. It seemed to me that they had done this before - share a woman between them. Except that this time, instead of some hooker, the woman they were sharing was my wife.
Bhola climbed into the bed. He reached below my wife's stomach and undid the knot of the sash that held her nightie together. He then rolled up the nightie, so it was at her waist, showing her small panty and her big ass.
Then Bhola dug the fingers of both of his hands into my wife's panties and pulled them down to her thighs. Neetu's ass and cunt were now exposed, and I could see Bashir was now softly stroking his crotch area, watching his friend strip my wife.
Without a word, Bhola slid his cock into my wife's pussy from the rear.
"She's so wet, the slut." Bhola announced, and I could see Neetu blush. Without further ado, Bhola started to fuck my wife like a dog.
"Oh, Bhola." Neetu murmured helplessly as she started to rock her body in rhythm to our servant fucking her.
Bashir by this time had recovered his sense and stood in front of my wife. His fly was unzipped.
"Memsaab." He commanded. "Pull down my pants."
Even as my wife was getting fucked in the rear, she looked up at the watchman and nodded. With one hand she got his pants down, exposing his penis. It was big and long, but not as long as Bhola's, and nowhere as thick.
Bashir climbed into the bed and knelt in front of Neetu. He then patted my wife on her cheeks, just like he had seen Bhola do. My wife looked up at him.
SLAP!
Bashir had slapped her!
"You will take my cock in your mouth, memsaab." He said and slapped her again.
SLAP!
Neetu nodded quickly. She opened her lips and took Bashir's cock hungrily into her mouth, licking and slurping as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft.
"OOOOOH YES! Memsaab!" Bashir let out a long groan as Neetu started sucking on his cock.
I watched the love of my life getting treated so roughly by two low class men. Usually Bhola stripped her fully nude before fucking her, but this time my wife's nightie was still bunched around her hips and her panties at her thighs. Bhola kept ramming into her cunt and Bashir kept his cock inside her lips. I could see from my wife's shuddering body that Neetu was experiencing an orgasm, but her usual moans and yelps were muffled by Bashir's cock stuffed into her mouth.
Bashir held Neetu's hair in his fist, pulling her head up and down on his erection.
"OOOOH, memsaab! That feels so good." He grunted. "Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm loving it, memsaab."
Neetu's head was bobbing as she sucked Bashir in and out of her mouth. She was moaning with pleasure, but again the noises were muffled since she had his cock in her mouth.
"Her tits are so firm." Bashir exclaimed, as he reached out and roughly tweaked Neetu's breasts.
"And her ass is pretty good too." Bhola said. "Proper memsaab ass."
As Bashir watched, Bhola inserted one, then two, and then a third finger in her anus. He then took them out and raised his hand. As Bashir watched, getting his cock sucked by my wife, Bhola brought his hand down and struck my wife loudly on her buttocks.
SPANK!
I could see Bashir was now beginning to climax as his body started to shudder. It was clear that Neetu's lips were too much for him and he wasn't going to last long.
"Oh, memsaab, you're good!" Bashir grunted. "Keep that up, now. Oh, yeah. Now, listen, you slut! I'm getting ready to cum and I want you to swallow every drop of it. Do you understand?"
Neetu looked up at Bashir and quickly nodded. Meanwhile Bhola spanked my wife again.
SPANK!
Even as Bhola kept assaulting her rear, Neetu realized that Bashir was soon going to cum in her mouth, so she opened wider, and raised one hand to hold on to the watchman's waist.
SPANK!
Bhola kept spanking my wife even as Bashir started to fill her mouth with his cum. His hips started to jerk and stiffen up as he had his orgasm. I could see Neetu's throat working as she swallowed his cum.
"OOOH THAT WAS SO GOOD!" Bashir exclaimed as he finished emptying his load into Neetu's mouth.
No sooner had Bashir finished, Bhola too began his orgasm, and started flooding my wife's cunt with his jism.
"AAAAAAHHH!" He groaned.
Bhola stopped spanking Neetu and gripped her waist as he deposited his huge load in my wife's quim. When he was finally done, Bhola pulled his cock out of her rear and climbed off the bed. Bashir too climbed down from the bed, leaving my wife who now plonked down on the bed on her belly, her eyes glazed, and her buttocks very red, looking exhausted.
"Thank you, Bhola." Bashir, still looking as if he couldn't believe this had just happened, was muttering. "Thank you so much."
Bhola laughed and gave my wife's ass a resounding slap, leaving a small red mark.
"Bashir bhai, we are just getting started." Bhola grinned. "Memsaab is a fine piece of ass, and you still have one hour and thirty minutes left. I am going to show you exactly what this married slut is capable of. Let's go out for a quick smoke."
They were going to exit for a smoke!
I decided I had enough. Neetu was right, I didn't need to see this. It was too risky, and I could get caught as these men were exiting the room. I had to move quickly. Making my way very carefully but promptly into the house, I took the stairs two at a time, and climbed up to the second floor and rushed into my room. And not a minute too soon. I heard voices as Bashir and Bhola exited the house to smoke outside.
After freshening up in the bathroom, I decided to go to bed and wait for Neetu. I wasn't planning to go to sleep, but somehow my eyes shut and before I knew it, I was asleep.
It was nearly three hours later that I was awakened by the sound of the door to our room opening. Since I had fallen asleep, I had no idea how much time had passed until much later. The door opened and Neetu walked in.
"Neetu!" I stood up in alarm. "Are you all right?"
Neetu was a mess. Her hair was dishevelled. Her lipstick was smudged, and her makeup was smeared. She was stark naked, her nightie or her bra or panties nowhere to be seen. Love bites covered all of her body. Her face had red marks, as if she had been slapped, and her buttocks too were bright red, usually the result of a good spanking from Bhola.
"Don't worry, I am fine." Neetu entered the room and shut the door. "I need to freshen up. Take a shower."
Once Neetu had taken a shower and cleaned herself up properly, she came to bed where I begged her to recount what had happened to her.
"It's not much to tell." Neetu told me. "His friend was Bashir the watchman. I was basically used like a sex toy by them. For the last three hours, they took turns. Whatever they wanted to do to me, they did, and I let them. Don't worry... Bashir wore a condom."
Neetu briefly recounted the scene that I had seen from outside Bhola's window, but without some details. For example, how Bhola had slapped her. The fact that she was slapped was never shared by her to me.
"Bhola fucked me in my pussy, but doggy style." Neetu recalled. "And then I gave Bashir a blowjob. Once they had both cum, we took a little break. The boys went out for a smoke and then returned."
"Bhola told Bashir, 'Memsaab has the greatest pair of tits I have ever seen on any woman. Her nipples and areolas are of the perfect size.' Neetu recollected, blushing. "And Bashir then agreed. 'Memsaab's breasts are perfect,' He said. 'My own wife has big tits, but her nipples are also quite big which I don't like much but memsaab's ones are just too perfect. I could suck them all night.' As they continued to crudely discuss my body, I was again becoming wetter and wetter."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"I told them, 'You can suck on them. They are all yours.' And Bashir practically jumped on me."
"Bashir bent down and basically sealed his lips over my nipples. Bhola didn't do anything but watched us. I was moaning with pleasure and threw my head back as I felt Bashir's tongue flicking my nipple. I had to put my hand at the back of his head and pull him closer. He kept sucking one boob and then the other, even as I grabbed his cock with my left hand and started jerking it. Soon we were both so turned on, again, and this time, he fucked me."
"He pushed me on to the bed." Neetu described. "I lay down on the bed and opened my legs wide. With my fingers I spread open my pussy lips for Bashir to see. He whistled and licked his lips. And then he got up and positioned himself over me, and... well.. you can imagine."
"Was he good?" I asked. "Bashir, I mean?"
My wife looked at me, and then nodded.
"He wore a condom, as I said, thankfully." She said. "He started slow - pushing his cock inside. Once the head was inside, he started shoving his full cock inside my pussy. It took just a couple of shoves to bury his cock completely inside me. He slowly drew his cock out right up to the edge of my pussy and again slowly inserted it. He fucked me with steady strokes, with decent speed. Long and slow. Bashir was taking his time fucking me. When he finally came, I had already orgasmed twice."
"Then Bhola pulled me over into his embrace and started pawing me all over, playing with my tits, my nipples, and rubbing my pussy. I also fondled and kissed and licked his sweaty body." Neetu told me. "Then he told me he wanted to fuck my ass. So, I spent about five minutes with him in my mouth, bringing him back to an erect state. I felt Bhola was now ready. I got on all fours. He lined up his dick and the pounding started. Soon that room was filled with the sounds of our skins slapping. Bashir watched as Bhola came in my ass."
Neetu looked at me.
"Do you want me to continue, darling?"
"You can summarize." I finally replied. "I... I don't need the full details."
"They took a little break." Neetu continued. "Then for the next hour or so, they had their way with me. They took turns to fuck me, cum in my mouth, or even double penetrate me. Finally, they said as a punishment for being a slut, I must walk back naked to my bedroom. They were not giving me back my nightie. As far as they know you are knocked out anyways, so it wouldn't matter. I begged and begged, but they wouldn't. So, I am now here. I am guessing Bashir took my nightie and my panties home as a souvenir."
* * *
Despite the antics of the previous night, Neetu woke up early the next morning. It was a Friday, and I was dropping her off at her mother's place. She was going to spend the whole day with her before I picked her up again in the evening.
Neetu was taking an unusually long time in the bathroom. Finally, I knocked on the door.
"Everything ok, darling?" I asked.
The door suddenly opened. Neetu looked at me. She was dressed in just her bra and her panties. She had a sudden bemused expression on her face.
"Darling!" I became a little alarmed. "What happened?"
Neetu's face broke into the most beautiful smile I had ever seen on her. She suddenly showed me something in her hand.
It was a pregnancy test.
It took me some time to understand that there were two lines there. It was a positive test.
My Neetu was pregnant!
We hugged. Neetu was crying now with happiness, and I was gently stroking the back of her head. We were finally going to be parents!
We kissed for a long time, before Neetu finally turned to me.
"I was late this month." She admitted. "I should have had my period almost ten days ago. So... I always suspected. But today... this proves it."
"So Bhola is definitely the father." I told her. "Not because of what happened last night. And you also said Bashir used a condom."
Neetu blushed and kissed me again. It was long kiss.
"Darling." She told me, softly. "I want you to know one thing. Even if Bhola is the sperm donor, I want you to know that I will always consider this baby to be your child. As far as I am concerned, you are the dad. Bhola is just a sperm donor."
"Of course, my love. We both wanted this."
I was a little bit silent, still absorbing the news, and how it would change our life. Neetu noticed my silence.
"My jaanu." She said, her voice shaking and nervous. "Is... the... fact that this is not your sperm... is this going to be an issue?"
I looked at her. Then leaned over and gave her a kiss. A prolonged kiss.
"This is my child, and my wife is pregnant. Today is a day to celebrate!"
"Oh, babydoll." Neetu gushed, throwing her arms around and kissing me deeply. "My darling!"
We held each other's hands and kissed again. We continued to kiss until I couldn't take it anymore. Neetu realized this and put her hand on my pants. She unzipped me and inserted her fingers into my underwear.
"Darling." I croaked. "If you continue..."
"Hush, babydoll." Neetu said, softly continuing to stroke my manhood and kiss me. I couldn't take it anymore and erupted in her hand.
"Darling." Neetu went to wash her hands in the sink. "You know... about Bhola... now we have to do what we planned."
"Yes, dear, I know." I replied. "Let me drop you to your mother's, and then I will deal with Bhola."
* * *
Poor Bhola never saw it coming.
Neetu and I had made this plan a long time back when she had started to fuck Bhola. We knew that if she became pregnant, it would be risky for Bhola to be in our lives. He should not even know that she is pregnant.
So, after I had dropped off Neetu, I called Bhola to my study. He came in, all smug and smirky.
"Ji sahib?" He said, as if my servant was doing me a favour by coming to my study when I had called him.
As usual, whenever I dealt with him, I had a confused and convoluted mix of feelings inside me. This ordinary low-class servant had actually fucked my wife almost every other day for the last half a year and had finally made her pregnant. I had to deal with a man who had been fucking my wife on a regular basis, with a larger cock, in my own house, behind my back. Neetu did things with him that she never came close to doing with me, and she let him do things to her that I could only dream about. Bhola was quite rough at times with her, and Neetu willingly went along with him.
Now, however, Bhola was going to feel the full effect of my power as his boss.
"Bhola." I was blunt and straight to the point. "There is a bus this afternoon, in about three hours, heading to our village. I want you to be on it."
His face fell. I never saw a man before so shocked in his life.
"Sahib, what is the matter?" He immediately climbed down from his high horse; all smugness gone.
"Your memsaab and I are going abroad for three months." I lied to him, using the story I had carefully rehearsed with Neetu. "We are going for some treatment, and so this house will be on rent."
"Oh." I could see Bhola was trying to process all of this, but I didn't give him time.
"We finalized everything this morning." I told him. "I am going to give you three months salary as a bonus, for all the years you have been with us, as well as salary for this month, even though it's not fully done. Please start packing everything of yours so you can be on that afternoon bus."
Once I had shown him that tantalizing carrot of the extra money, Bhola didn't say much, but went off to pack. He didn't have anything of his own except for his clothes and a few personal items - most of the things in his room such as the furniture etc. all belonged to us. Thus, he could fit everything in two suitcases very easily.
"Sahib," He came to me later. "Will you hire me back when you are back here in three months?"
I gave him a long look.
"I don't know, Bhola." I told him. "Honestly, things are very uncertain. I might even sell this place and move elsewhere. You keep looking for a job. If you find one, take it. I have given you three months salary, so you should not worry. Use that time to look for another job."
Bhola was gone within a couple of hours, and I called Neetu.
"Can you talk?" I asked. "Is saasu maa around?"
"I can talk." My wife answered. "Mama just stepped out to the grocery for a bit. And I also took the time to visit Dr. Das. I just returned actually, so I am alone in the house."
"Oh. Good that you got to see Dr. Das. What did he say?"
"He was surprised, of course. He thinks it's yours." Neetu giggled. "But initial check up is good. He now has some follow up appointments for me. They also did ultrasound. It looks like I conceived two weeks ago."
"Oh, wow. So almost half a month done already."
"Yes." Neetu then took a deep breath. "So far so good. But the first trimester, you know. He said I may soon start getting morning sickness."
"What did saasu maa say?" I asked.
"She was very happy." I could almost hear Neetu's grin over the phone. "I mean, she didn't ask too many questions, so she thinks it's one of her ideas that worked. I also told her we visited a guru. Guru Bhola."
We both laughed. The Neetu's voice turned serious.
"Everything taken care of?" She asked me. "With respect to our Bhola?"
"Yes." I told her. "Did he try to call you?"
"Yes." Neetu laughed. "I had put my phone on silent, so it went to voice mail. Poor guy."
"Are you sure you will be ok, my love?" I asked Neetu. "After all, you were with him every other night, and sometimes... during the day..."
There was a bit of silence, before I heard Neetu give a small, embarrassed laugh.
"You saw us, I take it, in the kitchen, a few times?" She asked.
"You could say that." I replied.
"He was incorrigible." Neetu clarified. "He simply couldn't get enough of me. He would come up to me in the kitchen and say, 'Memsaab, bend over'. And I would, even though I knew you were in the next room. He would lift my dress and pull down my panties, and then spank my butt a few times. Then he would finger me until I was wet. And then he would enter me from behind."
"I have seen that, a few times." I admitted. "I thought I told you to be discreet."
"I know, I know." Neetu sighed. "But... he made me go into a strange headspace. Sometimes, we would be in the dining room, and you were watching TV next room. He would make me go down and giving him a blowjob. Right there. And then, with his cum inside my mouth, I would go to you and say, 'come, darling. Dinner is served.' He got some strange fun out of that."
"Not the dining room?" I was shocked. That was quite out in the middle of the house. I could have seen them any time.
"Once we even did it on the dining table." Neetu confessed. "I was wearing a shirt that day. Just the shirt. Bhola came from behind me and grabbed me. His hands automatically went to my breasts as he pushed me face down on the dining table. So, there I was, bent over the table, wearing only a shirt but with my bum naked, wet, and ready to be taken. Bhola dropped his pants, pulled out his prick and started to fuck me all in seconds. It happened so fast!"
Neetu suddenly stopped talking. I felt there was something she wanted to say to me, but she was holding back. I decided to ignore that for now.
"This is why I am asking will you be ok?" I repeated. "You will go from sex all the time with Bhola to suddenly hardly any sex, even with me."
"Darling." Neetu gushed. "What was with Bhola was purely physical. I enjoyed, yes. I will not deny. But I had a purpose - to get pregnant. Now that it's done, I have already put him out of my mind."
I talked with her for a few more minutes, and then hung up. I now had the whole day to myself before heading in the evening to my mother-in-law's place.
"I am going to be a father!" I realized.
The next few hours flew by as I took care of a few chores around the house, watched a movie, went to the gym, and then showered. Finally, it was time to pick up Neetu. As I headed out, I decided to stop by the pharmacy. It was at Iqbal's pharmacy, and this was the one we used for all our medicines and drugs all the time.
"Sahib, how are you?" Iqbal the pharmacist greeted me.
"I am good, Iqbal. I am good." I told him what I needed. "I need some vitamins, Iqbal. Those pregnancy vitamins. My wife is pregnant, and I know you have those supplements you give to pregnant women."
"Of course, of course." Iqbal was beaming. "And congratulations, sahib! May this child be full of good news and blessings for you!"
"Thank you. Thank you." I felt happy. "We are married for a long time, so finally."
Iqbal smiled at me as he handed me the vitamin boxes.
"You are very lucky, sahib." He exclaimed. "Bhabhi stopped the pills just last month, and already you are blessed with good news. For some couples, it takes months."
It took a moment for what he said to sink in.
"Er... pills?" I asked. "What pills?"
As far as I knew, Neetu was not on any medicine.
"Oh, the birth control pills." Iqbal replied nonchalantly, as he went back to behind the till to ring me up. "You know... Neetu Bhabhi told me last month when she came... she said... to no longer keep the birth control pills for her. She said you guys were now trying to have a family. She used to take those pills every month. And now, a month later, just a month after stopping, you already have good news!"
"Yes... yes. Of course." I murmured slowly. My head seemed to spin as I paid for the vitamins. I was still moving very slow as I bid Iqbal good-bye and headed out of the store towards my car. As I sat in the car, I started to process what he said.
So, Neetu had been taking birth control pills! She had been taking them all this time, for months, and only stopped last month! No wonder she had become pregnant only now... it was because she had stopped taking those pills.
So why was she on birth control, even though we were trying to get her pregnant with Bhola? And did Bhola know?
As I started the car towards my mother-in-law's house, I began to laugh. Neetu's words came back to me.
Darling. What was with Bhola was purely physical. I enjoyed, yes. I will not deny. But I had a purpose - to get pregnant.
Like any new thing, Neetu was fully enamoured with Bhola, and addicted to sex with him. She wanted it to continue and continue, so she had wisely gone on birth control. If she wasn't pregnant, she could keep having sex with him. But once the novelty of having passionate taboo sex with the servant had worn off, she didn't lose focus of her original intention. So hence she stopped the birth control and gotten pregnant.
I laughed to myself again. I will be fine. My wife will be fine. She had a temporary fascination with Bhola, but it was now gone. And Bhola was now gone, and she was good with that. For all of Bhola's smugness, Neetu had calmly used him, and then discarded him when it was no longer convenient. She knew she was my wife, and she was now focused on becoming a mother to my child.
It is time I started to focus on becoming a father as well.
We were going to have a baby.
I love my wife....
END.
Despite all that sex, Neetu was not becoming pregnant.
"It's OK, darling." She told me after the third month, when she once again had her period. "These things can take time. I have to keep trying."
Bhola's attitude around the house started to change also. He was becoming more assertive, and less obedient and respectful, towards me. He always seemed to have a smirk on him. It was as if he was enjoying the fact that I was in the house and he was still fucking my wife behind my back, making her cum haplessly all the time.
He would often mock me even as he was fucking Neetu.
"Does sahib make you cum like this, memsaab?" He asked Neetu one night, when she was sitting on his rod, shuddering as her body went through an intense orgasm. In reply my wife wrapped her arms around him and kissed him for a full minute.
"No, my dear Bhola." She answered. "You are so much more of a man than my husband. You do things to me that he can never do."
"I slap you." Bhola grinned. "And I spank your ass, memsaab."
Once again my wife kissed him.
"Bhola." She replied. "As long as you fuck me like this, you can do anything you want to me. I am your slut. Slap me. Spank me."
I even spotted them doing it during the daytime, once or twice. Once I had gone to the kitchen, and I guess they hadn't heard me come down the stairs. I heard some moaning and groaning coming from the kitchen, so I tiptoed and peered in. Neetu was at the sink, her nightie rolled up, and her panties pulled down, and Bhola was shoving his huge erection in and out of my wife's asshole! I stood there, stroking myself, watching my servant take my wife in the butt. She even cleaned his cock with her mouth after he came in her ass!
When the fifth month came and went, Neetu told me that Bhola wanted to expand things in the bedroom.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"He wants to invite his friend to join him. Just for one night, he said. Only for this one night. It's a special occasion for his friend, he said."
"And what did you say?" I questioned her.
Neetu gestured helplessly.
"I said yes." She replied. "I thought, why not? Maybe it will actually help Bhola impregnate me. So that's why I said, why not?"
Why not indeed?
* * *
"Now remember," Neetu reminded me. "You are supposed to be completely knocked out asleep. I told Bhola I have given you a strong dose of sleeping pills and you will be fast asleep."
"Yes, I remember." I replied.
"Aw... you are hard." Neetu placed a hand on the lump in my jeans. "My baby is hard, thinking about his wife getting fucked silly by a servant and his friend."
Neetu giggled as she rubbed me.
"Don't worry, my love, your baby's going to take care of you as soon as she gets back."
"Can I at least stand outside the door and listen, Neetu?" I pleaded.
"Well." Neetu bit her lip as she thought about it. "I don't want any risks. So don't go downstairs, but I guess you can hide near the top of the stairs and listen."
"Yes, dear."
We kissed passionately before Neetu had to reluctantly withdraw.
"Wish me luck, darling. I have no idea who this 'friend' of Bhola is. Or what they are planning to do with me."
"Yes, dear. Relax and enjoy yourself. Just remember to use a condom."
"Yes, my love."
Just for a moment I wondered where we had come in six months. Six months ago, I was the only man my wife had ever been with. Now, I had just permitted my wife to go and get fucked by two horny lower class servant men. Knowing those type, they were probably looking forward to gang banging her, violently fucking such a prime high-class lady (a gori chitti mem) her in all of her holes. And I was telling her, relax and enjoy.
Neetu left the room. She didn't shut the door behind her. A moment later, I slowly tiptoed out of the room and made me way to the stairs.
The house was pitch dark. I stood near the foyer in front of the stairs, flattened myself against the wall in the shadows, and strained my eyes. I could see Neetu at the foot of the stairs, waiting. A hall light came on, and I could see Bhola now walk towards Neetu.
They hugged. I could feel an acute sense of shame as I saw Bhola's hands go around my wife's body and squeeze her fleshy buttocks. He then pressed his lips against my wife's juicy lips and they French kissed for a long time. His hands were now roaming all over her body, paying particular homage to her jiggling breasts.
"So," Neetu playfully asked Bhola once they stopped kissing. "What's the plan, Bhola? What are we doing tonight? Are you fucking me first or we are waiting for your friend? When is this friend coming? Let's go, I am excited!"
Bhola's response shocked me. It must have stunned Neetu as well. He slapped her hard, twice.
SLAP!
SLAP!
The sound of his hand meeting my beautiful wife's cheeks ricocheted through the empty house like pistol shots. Here was my servant, a man who lived in my house and fed on my scraps, treating the love of my life like a two-dollar whore.
SLAP!
"Memsaab!" Bhola roared and slapped her again. "I told you this will all happen my way. Don't think you can order me around now as well after ordering me around all day! You were particularly hard on me all day."
"No, no, I am not." I could see Neetu fighting back tears as she tried to find an excuse. "Of course not, Bhola. I am so sorry, Bhola."
"Come." Bhola wrapped an arm around Neetu's waist, his arm resting on her bare skin. "Let's go. Tonight you will be a proper slut. A kaamwaali bazaari aurat."
"Yes, Bhola."
Bhola was leading my wife to his room. His hand was on her waist, and occasionally strayed down to my wife's butt. Once or twice, he pinched Neetu's butt cheeks slightly. Once they were near his door, he then turned to her.
"Memsaab," He told Neetu, cupping one of her breasts, and getting absolutely no resistance from my wife. "My friend will soon be here. I have told him both you and sahib are away, so he doesn't know you will be here. I told him to come and watch some movie with me, so he has absolutely no idea what we have planned."
"Yes, Bhola." Neetu spoke very deferentially. She already seemed very aroused at the way he was man handling her and his complete and total control of her.
"Now let's go inside. When he is here, I will go get him." Bhola said.
"Do I know him?" Neetu asked.
"I think," Bhola laughed, "You will be surprised also as to who he is."
I watched as the two entered Bhola's room. I wanted to follow them and listen outside their door, but Neetu had expressly forbidden me. Should I go outside the house by the window? It could be dangerous, but I wanted to see!
I decided to take a chance. This 'friend' would come any time through the front door, so I quickly crept to the kitchen, and opened the back door. Making sure there was no one in the yard, I quietly stepped out and gently shut the door. Sticking to the wall and the shadows, I crawled my way towards the side of the house where Bhola's room was, and his window.
"Good, you are there!" I suddenly heard a noise and froze. It was Bhola!
He was talking to someone who was at the front door! Pure good luck that I had decided to exit through the rear door, otherwise I would have been caught. I tried to peer through the bushes and get a good look at the 'friend'.
It was Bashir, the watchman who patrols our neighborhood! He was supposed to be at the gates, and here he was, in our house, meeting our servant.
"Any trouble getting your manager to cover for you, Bashir bhai?" Bhola was asking him.
"Not today." Bashir grinned. "Tomorrow is Halloween, and we have to do double shifts. With all that trick or treating here in the community, and these parties. So today my manager was a little relaxed. As long as I am back in two hours, I should be good."
"Good. Now come inside, Bashir bhai."
The two entered my house, and Bhola shut the front door. I immediately ran, stealthily, to Bhola's window. I didn't want to peer in yet, but curiosity got the better of me. Thankfully it was a cloudy night, with no moon, so it was quite dark. There was a small lamp inside Bhola's room, and it was lit, so I could see inside clearly from the shadows, without them spotting me outside.
Neetu wasn't inside! I rubbed my eyes and looked in again. Where was she? I looked around, and the small exhaust window nearby caught my attention. There was a light in the washroom that Bhola used, next to his room. Neetu must be there. Bhola must have hidden her in the washroom as a surprise for his friend.
Bhola's room had a study table in a corner with a chair. I had given him that to do some studies in his off time, and a small used laptop, which was now on the table. Bashir got in and made himself comfortable on that chair at the table.
"Do you have some fresh porn?" He asked, as he pressed a button to bring the laptop out of the sleep mode.
"I got something even better." Bhola grinned. I saw him at the door, wave to someone - probably Neetu.
I was right.
Bashir was now at the chair, surfing the internet on the laptop, when Neetu entered the room. He jumped up as soon as he saw my wife, and his face was as white as a ghost.
"Memsaab!" Bashir exclaimed. He was shivering, the poor man. "Bhola said that you..."
"Bashir bhai!" My wife was surprised to see him there. "What are you doing here? Are you the friend? I thought..."
Before Neetu could complete her question she felt a hard smack on her buttocks.
SMACK!
Bhola had spanked my wife hard on her bottom.
SMACK!
"Bhola!" Bashir was aghast at seeing Bhola spank Neetu, a housewife in this gated community, and one of the people that paid his salary. "What are you doing? She is your malkin."
Bhola started to laugh. He walked behind my wife and hugged her from behind, his hands resting on top of her blouse, on her chest and squeezing her boobs.
"Hear that, memsaab? You are a very respectable malkin." He laughed while groping Neetu's breasts and patting her buttocks.
Neetu stood still, not knowing what to do even as Bhola continued to molest her.
"You seem puzzled, Bashir bhai." Bhola grinned, as he tweaked my wife's breasts.
"I... I..." Bashir seemed lost for words.
"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola's voice was very dominant. "Turn around and face me. And kneel down on the floor."
"Bhola!" Bashir was once again aghast, seeing Bhola order my wife around like that. To his surprise, my wife nodded and turned around to face Bhola.
"Yes, Bhola." She obediently went down on her knees, and then looked up expectantly, waiting. Bhola patted her cheeks. I knew what was coming.
SLAP!
Bhola had raised a hand and calmly struck my wife sharply across her face.
"Bhola!" Bashir was aghast. "What are you doing?"
Bhola paid him no heed and raised his hand again.
SLAP!
"You see, Bashir bhai, your malkin is a slut. A nice, fine, slut." Bhola answered, as he struck my wife across her face again.
SLAP!
"She pretends to be a high class memsaab when all she is... is a slut. A slut that needs to be fucked every day."
SLAP!
Neetu's cheeks were now very red. She was biting her lip, but gamely she hung on as my servant continued to slap her.
SLAP!
"She has been coming to my bed almost every night." Bhola continued. "For the last four to five months. Pretty much every night."
SLAP!
"And I have been fucking her every night for these months. Even as her husband, the cuckold, sleeps upstairs, unaware of his wife's debauchery."
SLAP!
"She's a married lady, but she has no shame coming here to get fucked properly by me. Her mere servant."
SLAP!
Bhola patted Neetu's cheeks.
"And today... I want to share this slut with you." Bhola then walked over to Bashir. "It's Halloween tomorrow, Bashir bhai, so I am just giving you an advance candy."
Suddenly it was all clear. These people, the servant, and the watchman, who didn't partake in our rich people's festivals like Halloween, was now going to have a party, and my wife was the party treat. The "candy". Neetu was going to be Bhola's gift to Bashir. He, a mere night watchman, was going to have sex with one of the malkins of the community, and that too in her own house.
"Memsaab." Bhola ordered my wife, patting her cheeks again. "Please stand up and get on the bed. And get on all fours. I want you on the bed like a dog."
"Yes, Bhola."
Neetu did as he asked, with her hips pointing towards Bhola and her face towards Bashir.
"Now, Bashir," Bhola said with great fanfare. "Let us unwrap this slutty candy."
Bhola removed his own pants and underwear. His giant cock, half erect, immediately jumped out into view. He seemed to have no qualms about getting naked in front of Bashir, and Bashir didn't seem to be fazed either. It seemed to me that they had done this before - share a woman between them. Except that this time, instead of some hooker, the woman they were sharing was my wife.
Bhola climbed into the bed. He reached below my wife's stomach and undid the knot of the sash that held her nightie together. He then rolled up the nightie, so it was at her waist, showing her small panty and her big ass.
Then Bhola dug the fingers of both of his hands into my wife's panties and pulled them down to her thighs. Neetu's ass and cunt were now exposed, and I could see Bashir was now softly stroking his crotch area, watching his friend strip my wife.
Without a word, Bhola slid his cock into my wife's pussy from the rear.
"She's so wet, the slut." Bhola announced, and I could see Neetu blush. Without further ado, Bhola started to fuck my wife like a dog.
"Oh, Bhola." Neetu murmured helplessly as she started to rock her body in rhythm to our servant fucking her.
Bashir by this time had recovered his sense and stood in front of my wife. His fly was unzipped.
"Memsaab." He commanded. "Pull down my pants."
Even as my wife was getting fucked in the rear, she looked up at the watchman and nodded. With one hand she got his pants down, exposing his penis. It was big and long, but not as long as Bhola's, and nowhere as thick.
Bashir climbed into the bed and knelt in front of Neetu. He then patted my wife on her cheeks, just like he had seen Bhola do. My wife looked up at him.
SLAP!
Bashir had slapped her!
"You will take my cock in your mouth, memsaab." He said and slapped her again.
SLAP!
Neetu nodded quickly. She opened her lips and took Bashir's cock hungrily into her mouth, licking and slurping as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft.
"OOOOOH YES! Memsaab!" Bashir let out a long groan as Neetu started sucking on his cock.
I watched the love of my life getting treated so roughly by two low class men. Usually Bhola stripped her fully nude before fucking her, but this time my wife's nightie was still bunched around her hips and her panties at her thighs. Bhola kept ramming into her cunt and Bashir kept his cock inside her lips. I could see from my wife's shuddering body that Neetu was experiencing an orgasm, but her usual moans and yelps were muffled by Bashir's cock stuffed into her mouth.
Bashir held Neetu's hair in his fist, pulling her head up and down on his erection.
"OOOOH, memsaab! That feels so good." He grunted. "Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm loving it, memsaab."
Neetu's head was bobbing as she sucked Bashir in and out of her mouth. She was moaning with pleasure, but again the noises were muffled since she had his cock in her mouth.
"Her tits are so firm." Bashir exclaimed, as he reached out and roughly tweaked Neetu's breasts.
"And her ass is pretty good too." Bhola said. "Proper memsaab ass."
As Bashir watched, Bhola inserted one, then two, and then a third finger in her anus. He then took them out and raised his hand. As Bashir watched, getting his cock sucked by my wife, Bhola brought his hand down and struck my wife loudly on her buttocks.
SPANK!
I could see Bashir was now beginning to climax as his body started to shudder. It was clear that Neetu's lips were too much for him and he wasn't going to last long.
"Oh, memsaab, you're good!" Bashir grunted. "Keep that up, now. Oh, yeah. Now, listen, you slut! I'm getting ready to cum and I want you to swallow every drop of it. Do you understand?"
Neetu looked up at Bashir and quickly nodded. Meanwhile Bhola spanked my wife again.
SPANK!
Even as Bhola kept assaulting her rear, Neetu realized that Bashir was soon going to cum in her mouth, so she opened wider, and raised one hand to hold on to the watchman's waist.
SPANK!
Bhola kept spanking my wife even as Bashir started to fill her mouth with his cum. His hips started to jerk and stiffen up as he had his orgasm. I could see Neetu's throat working as she swallowed his cum.
"OOOH THAT WAS SO GOOD!" Bashir exclaimed as he finished emptying his load into Neetu's mouth.
No sooner had Bashir finished, Bhola too began his orgasm, and started flooding my wife's cunt with his jism.
"AAAAAAHHH!" He groaned.
Bhola stopped spanking Neetu and gripped her waist as he deposited his huge load in my wife's quim. When he was finally done, Bhola pulled his cock out of her rear and climbed off the bed. Bashir too climbed down from the bed, leaving my wife who now plonked down on the bed on her belly, her eyes glazed, and her buttocks very red, looking exhausted.
"Thank you, Bhola." Bashir, still looking as if he couldn't believe this had just happened, was muttering. "Thank you so much."
Bhola laughed and gave my wife's ass a resounding slap, leaving a small red mark.
"Bashir bhai, we are just getting started." Bhola grinned. "Memsaab is a fine piece of ass, and you still have one hour and thirty minutes left. I am going to show you exactly what this married slut is capable of. Let's go out for a quick smoke."
They were going to exit for a smoke!
I decided I had enough. Neetu was right, I didn't need to see this. It was too risky, and I could get caught as these men were exiting the room. I had to move quickly. Making my way very carefully but promptly into the house, I took the stairs two at a time, and climbed up to the second floor and rushed into my room. And not a minute too soon. I heard voices as Bashir and Bhola exited the house to smoke outside.
After freshening up in the bathroom, I decided to go to bed and wait for Neetu. I wasn't planning to go to sleep, but somehow my eyes shut and before I knew it, I was asleep.
It was nearly three hours later that I was awakened by the sound of the door to our room opening. Since I had fallen asleep, I had no idea how much time had passed until much later. The door opened and Neetu walked in.
"Neetu!" I stood up in alarm. "Are you all right?"
Neetu was a mess. Her hair was dishevelled. Her lipstick was smudged, and her makeup was smeared. She was stark naked, her nightie or her bra or panties nowhere to be seen. Love bites covered all of her body. Her face had red marks, as if she had been slapped, and her buttocks too were bright red, usually the result of a good spanking from Bhola.
"Don't worry, I am fine." Neetu entered the room and shut the door. "I need to freshen up. Take a shower."
Once Neetu had taken a shower and cleaned herself up properly, she came to bed where I begged her to recount what had happened to her.
"It's not much to tell." Neetu told me. "His friend was Bashir the watchman. I was basically used like a sex toy by them. For the last three hours, they took turns. Whatever they wanted to do to me, they did, and I let them. Don't worry... Bashir wore a condom."
Neetu briefly recounted the scene that I had seen from outside Bhola's window, but without some details. For example, how Bhola had slapped her. The fact that she was slapped was never shared by her to me.
"Bhola fucked me in my pussy, but doggy style." Neetu recalled. "And then I gave Bashir a blowjob. Once they had both cum, we took a little break. The boys went out for a smoke and then returned."
"Bhola told Bashir, 'Memsaab has the greatest pair of tits I have ever seen on any woman. Her nipples and areolas are of the perfect size.' Neetu recollected, blushing. "And Bashir then agreed. 'Memsaab's breasts are perfect,' He said. 'My own wife has big tits, but her nipples are also quite big which I don't like much but memsaab's ones are just too perfect. I could suck them all night.' As they continued to crudely discuss my body, I was again becoming wetter and wetter."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"I told them, 'You can suck on them. They are all yours.' And Bashir practically jumped on me."
"Bashir bent down and basically sealed his lips over my nipples. Bhola didn't do anything but watched us. I was moaning with pleasure and threw my head back as I felt Bashir's tongue flicking my nipple. I had to put my hand at the back of his head and pull him closer. He kept sucking one boob and then the other, even as I grabbed his cock with my left hand and started jerking it. Soon we were both so turned on, again, and this time, he fucked me."
"He pushed me on to the bed." Neetu described. "I lay down on the bed and opened my legs wide. With my fingers I spread open my pussy lips for Bashir to see. He whistled and licked his lips. And then he got up and positioned himself over me, and... well.. you can imagine."
"Was he good?" I asked. "Bashir, I mean?"
My wife looked at me, and then nodded.
"He wore a condom, as I said, thankfully." She said. "He started slow - pushing his cock inside. Once the head was inside, he started shoving his full cock inside my pussy. It took just a couple of shoves to bury his cock completely inside me. He slowly drew his cock out right up to the edge of my pussy and again slowly inserted it. He fucked me with steady strokes, with decent speed. Long and slow. Bashir was taking his time fucking me. When he finally came, I had already orgasmed twice."
"Then Bhola pulled me over into his embrace and started pawing me all over, playing with my tits, my nipples, and rubbing my pussy. I also fondled and kissed and licked his sweaty body." Neetu told me. "Then he told me he wanted to fuck my ass. So, I spent about five minutes with him in my mouth, bringing him back to an erect state. I felt Bhola was now ready. I got on all fours. He lined up his dick and the pounding started. Soon that room was filled with the sounds of our skins slapping. Bashir watched as Bhola came in my ass."
Neetu looked at me.
"Do you want me to continue, darling?"
"You can summarize." I finally replied. "I... I don't need the full details."
"They took a little break." Neetu continued. "Then for the next hour or so, they had their way with me. They took turns to fuck me, cum in my mouth, or even double penetrate me. Finally, they said as a punishment for being a slut, I must walk back naked to my bedroom. They were not giving me back my nightie. As far as they know you are knocked out anyways, so it wouldn't matter. I begged and begged, but they wouldn't. So, I am now here. I am guessing Bashir took my nightie and my panties home as a souvenir."
* * *
Despite the antics of the previous night, Neetu woke up early the next morning. It was a Friday, and I was dropping her off at her mother's place. She was going to spend the whole day with her before I picked her up again in the evening.
Neetu was taking an unusually long time in the bathroom. Finally, I knocked on the door.
"Everything ok, darling?" I asked.
The door suddenly opened. Neetu looked at me. She was dressed in just her bra and her panties. She had a sudden bemused expression on her face.
"Darling!" I became a little alarmed. "What happened?"
Neetu's face broke into the most beautiful smile I had ever seen on her. She suddenly showed me something in her hand.
It was a pregnancy test.
It took me some time to understand that there were two lines there. It was a positive test.
My Neetu was pregnant!
We hugged. Neetu was crying now with happiness, and I was gently stroking the back of her head. We were finally going to be parents!
We kissed for a long time, before Neetu finally turned to me.
"I was late this month." She admitted. "I should have had my period almost ten days ago. So... I always suspected. But today... this proves it."
"So Bhola is definitely the father." I told her. "Not because of what happened last night. And you also said Bashir used a condom."
Neetu blushed and kissed me again. It was long kiss.
"Darling." She told me, softly. "I want you to know one thing. Even if Bhola is the sperm donor, I want you to know that I will always consider this baby to be your child. As far as I am concerned, you are the dad. Bhola is just a sperm donor."
"Of course, my love. We both wanted this."
I was a little bit silent, still absorbing the news, and how it would change our life. Neetu noticed my silence.
"My jaanu." She said, her voice shaking and nervous. "Is... the... fact that this is not your sperm... is this going to be an issue?"
I looked at her. Then leaned over and gave her a kiss. A prolonged kiss.
"This is my child, and my wife is pregnant. Today is a day to celebrate!"
"Oh, babydoll." Neetu gushed, throwing her arms around and kissing me deeply. "My darling!"
We held each other's hands and kissed again. We continued to kiss until I couldn't take it anymore. Neetu realized this and put her hand on my pants. She unzipped me and inserted her fingers into my underwear.
"Darling." I croaked. "If you continue..."
"Hush, babydoll." Neetu said, softly continuing to stroke my manhood and kiss me. I couldn't take it anymore and erupted in her hand.
"Darling." Neetu went to wash her hands in the sink. "You know... about Bhola... now we have to do what we planned."
"Yes, dear, I know." I replied. "Let me drop you to your mother's, and then I will deal with Bhola."
* * *
Poor Bhola never saw it coming.
Neetu and I had made this plan a long time back when she had started to fuck Bhola. We knew that if she became pregnant, it would be risky for Bhola to be in our lives. He should not even know that she is pregnant.
So, after I had dropped off Neetu, I called Bhola to my study. He came in, all smug and smirky.
"Ji sahib?" He said, as if my servant was doing me a favour by coming to my study when I had called him.
As usual, whenever I dealt with him, I had a confused and convoluted mix of feelings inside me. This ordinary low-class servant had actually fucked my wife almost every other day for the last half a year and had finally made her pregnant. I had to deal with a man who had been fucking my wife on a regular basis, with a larger cock, in my own house, behind my back. Neetu did things with him that she never came close to doing with me, and she let him do things to her that I could only dream about. Bhola was quite rough at times with her, and Neetu willingly went along with him.
Now, however, Bhola was going to feel the full effect of my power as his boss.
"Bhola." I was blunt and straight to the point. "There is a bus this afternoon, in about three hours, heading to our village. I want you to be on it."
His face fell. I never saw a man before so shocked in his life.
"Sahib, what is the matter?" He immediately climbed down from his high horse; all smugness gone.
"Your memsaab and I are going abroad for three months." I lied to him, using the story I had carefully rehearsed with Neetu. "We are going for some treatment, and so this house will be on rent."
"Oh." I could see Bhola was trying to process all of this, but I didn't give him time.
"We finalized everything this morning." I told him. "I am going to give you three months salary as a bonus, for all the years you have been with us, as well as salary for this month, even though it's not fully done. Please start packing everything of yours so you can be on that afternoon bus."
Once I had shown him that tantalizing carrot of the extra money, Bhola didn't say much, but went off to pack. He didn't have anything of his own except for his clothes and a few personal items - most of the things in his room such as the furniture etc. all belonged to us. Thus, he could fit everything in two suitcases very easily.
"Sahib," He came to me later. "Will you hire me back when you are back here in three months?"
I gave him a long look.
"I don't know, Bhola." I told him. "Honestly, things are very uncertain. I might even sell this place and move elsewhere. You keep looking for a job. If you find one, take it. I have given you three months salary, so you should not worry. Use that time to look for another job."
Bhola was gone within a couple of hours, and I called Neetu.
"Can you talk?" I asked. "Is saasu maa around?"
"I can talk." My wife answered. "Mama just stepped out to the grocery for a bit. And I also took the time to visit Dr. Das. I just returned actually, so I am alone in the house."
"Oh. Good that you got to see Dr. Das. What did he say?"
"He was surprised, of course. He thinks it's yours." Neetu giggled. "But initial check up is good. He now has some follow up appointments for me. They also did ultrasound. It looks like I conceived two weeks ago."
"Oh, wow. So almost half a month done already."
"Yes." Neetu then took a deep breath. "So far so good. But the first trimester, you know. He said I may soon start getting morning sickness."
"What did saasu maa say?" I asked.
"She was very happy." I could almost hear Neetu's grin over the phone. "I mean, she didn't ask too many questions, so she thinks it's one of her ideas that worked. I also told her we visited a guru. Guru Bhola."
We both laughed. The Neetu's voice turned serious.
"Everything taken care of?" She asked me. "With respect to our Bhola?"
"Yes." I told her. "Did he try to call you?"
"Yes." Neetu laughed. "I had put my phone on silent, so it went to voice mail. Poor guy."
"Are you sure you will be ok, my love?" I asked Neetu. "After all, you were with him every other night, and sometimes... during the day..."
There was a bit of silence, before I heard Neetu give a small, embarrassed laugh.
"You saw us, I take it, in the kitchen, a few times?" She asked.
"You could say that." I replied.
"He was incorrigible." Neetu clarified. "He simply couldn't get enough of me. He would come up to me in the kitchen and say, 'Memsaab, bend over'. And I would, even though I knew you were in the next room. He would lift my dress and pull down my panties, and then spank my butt a few times. Then he would finger me until I was wet. And then he would enter me from behind."
"I have seen that, a few times." I admitted. "I thought I told you to be discreet."
"I know, I know." Neetu sighed. "But... he made me go into a strange headspace. Sometimes, we would be in the dining room, and you were watching TV next room. He would make me go down and giving him a blowjob. Right there. And then, with his cum inside my mouth, I would go to you and say, 'come, darling. Dinner is served.' He got some strange fun out of that."
"Not the dining room?" I was shocked. That was quite out in the middle of the house. I could have seen them any time.
"Once we even did it on the dining table." Neetu confessed. "I was wearing a shirt that day. Just the shirt. Bhola came from behind me and grabbed me. His hands automatically went to my breasts as he pushed me face down on the dining table. So, there I was, bent over the table, wearing only a shirt but with my bum naked, wet, and ready to be taken. Bhola dropped his pants, pulled out his prick and started to fuck me all in seconds. It happened so fast!"
Neetu suddenly stopped talking. I felt there was something she wanted to say to me, but she was holding back. I decided to ignore that for now.
"This is why I am asking will you be ok?" I repeated. "You will go from sex all the time with Bhola to suddenly hardly any sex, even with me."
"Darling." Neetu gushed. "What was with Bhola was purely physical. I enjoyed, yes. I will not deny. But I had a purpose - to get pregnant. Now that it's done, I have already put him out of my mind."
I talked with her for a few more minutes, and then hung up. I now had the whole day to myself before heading in the evening to my mother-in-law's place.
"I am going to be a father!" I realized.
The next few hours flew by as I took care of a few chores around the house, watched a movie, went to the gym, and then showered. Finally, it was time to pick up Neetu. As I headed out, I decided to stop by the pharmacy. It was at Iqbal's pharmacy, and this was the one we used for all our medicines and drugs all the time.
"Sahib, how are you?" Iqbal the pharmacist greeted me.
"I am good, Iqbal. I am good." I told him what I needed. "I need some vitamins, Iqbal. Those pregnancy vitamins. My wife is pregnant, and I know you have those supplements you give to pregnant women."
"Of course, of course." Iqbal was beaming. "And congratulations, sahib! May this child be full of good news and blessings for you!"
"Thank you. Thank you." I felt happy. "We are married for a long time, so finally."
Iqbal smiled at me as he handed me the vitamin boxes.
"You are very lucky, sahib." He exclaimed. "Bhabhi stopped the pills just last month, and already you are blessed with good news. For some couples, it takes months."
It took a moment for what he said to sink in.
"Er... pills?" I asked. "What pills?"
As far as I knew, Neetu was not on any medicine.
"Oh, the birth control pills." Iqbal replied nonchalantly, as he went back to behind the till to ring me up. "You know... Neetu Bhabhi told me last month when she came... she said... to no longer keep the birth control pills for her. She said you guys were now trying to have a family. She used to take those pills every month. And now, a month later, just a month after stopping, you already have good news!"
"Yes... yes. Of course." I murmured slowly. My head seemed to spin as I paid for the vitamins. I was still moving very slow as I bid Iqbal good-bye and headed out of the store towards my car. As I sat in the car, I started to process what he said.
So, Neetu had been taking birth control pills! She had been taking them all this time, for months, and only stopped last month! No wonder she had become pregnant only now... it was because she had stopped taking those pills.
So why was she on birth control, even though we were trying to get her pregnant with Bhola? And did Bhola know?
As I started the car towards my mother-in-law's house, I began to laugh. Neetu's words came back to me.
Darling. What was with Bhola was purely physical. I enjoyed, yes. I will not deny. But I had a purpose - to get pregnant.
Like any new thing, Neetu was fully enamoured with Bhola, and addicted to sex with him. She wanted it to continue and continue, so she had wisely gone on birth control. If she wasn't pregnant, she could keep having sex with him. But once the novelty of having passionate taboo sex with the servant had worn off, she didn't lose focus of her original intention. So hence she stopped the birth control and gotten pregnant.
I laughed to myself again. I will be fine. My wife will be fine. She had a temporary fascination with Bhola, but it was now gone. And Bhola was now gone, and she was good with that. For all of Bhola's smugness, Neetu had calmly used him, and then discarded him when it was no longer convenient. She knew she was my wife, and she was now focused on becoming a mother to my child.
It is time I started to focus on becoming a father as well.
We were going to have a baby.
I love my wife....
END.