Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mast669-

Awesome awesome shiprat, great going get sheetal banged by jamal other old age friends who had never tasted a high class housewife, make sheetal fulfilling old horny men's carnal desires make her their maid for a week and sex all over the house, Keep on writing... Make her more humiliated but sheetal enjoys being treated like this way...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

lonely.lady32-

I second Lolobionda! Humiliation doesn't go with this story. The way you described sheetal from the beginning, it should like a dream for every guys to get her. I also request you to refrain from humiliation going forward. Thanks & love as always!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

vasusapana-

I agree its a work of fiction.... But its going very illogical.. There should be some basic logic behind fantacy. Every thing happened in this story is monotonous & illogical
& of course as usual some '.s banging & taking advantage of a ***** lady with mangalsutra on. Disgusting.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

mahmoodvale-

Awesome!
You are going great Shiprat...The story is going good and we all are looking forward to your updates...It is entirely your prerogative and opinion to take the story where u wish to take it to....we can only request to make it juicy and erotic...whether u incorporate humiliation, sadism, exhibitionism, voyeurism, soft porn, hard porn, rich woman with poor man of different religion, poor woman with rich man of her own religion, rich woman with multiple men of different religions is a percolation of author's creativity. And this is a forum for erotic stories...fantasies included. Anyone looking for logic and sense are free to start their own thread and infuse as much sense and logic as they want to...All I wish to say is...Don't Stop! PM me if you wish to share any ideas to take the story forward.

Regards,
Mahmoodvale

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mast669 -

Hey mahmood buddy we are still waiting for you further updates of Indian wife plays with construction workers, would really appreciate if you can continue where you left.
Also agree with you on the thought that people should start their own thread if they don't like the story simply stop reading it atleast don't demotivate the author. Shiprat you are doing an awesome job continue the good work with more juicy updates

Mahmood bro I am fan of your writing as well hope you will continue your story someday

[Ramesh_Rocky]

shiprat -

To those who are writing words of praise and appreciation, thank you for your continued attention.

To those who are finding aspects of this story not to their tastes, look at the top of the browser. You'll Find an X button. Click on it and have a nice day.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

needhot-

Hi shiprat ji,

Its nice you come with another great n long length story. I am ur biggest fan of erotic words and conversations, you are one of the greatest erotic writer.

I have read " The night at seema lodge " n number of times here n also in literotica and requested u personally to continue that, I thought why such a great writer is not writing long length stories.

But now u fulfilled my desire with such long length story within 4 days it reached 18th page and i can see almost update in every page hats off to u shiprat ji

Just today afternoon i noticed this thread and read completely with in 2-3 hrs and now waiting for next update.

Don't take suggestions from other update the story what u have in mind and otherwise their ideas will spoil the great story.

I read all ur stories . In between this story u mentioned u wrote stories by using different ID's. So please tell those ID's, i want to read all ur stories.

Thanks in advance

[Ramesh_Rocky]

jpink2010-

Great Going
Its a great story....People are getting updates at very fast pace.. don't know if that is bothering them... But my suggestion to other readers like me is to refrain from reacting on criticism if any. I know its difficult to hold back some times but It may also create unnecessary 'chit chat' on this thread. Its only the writer's right to comment upon those. In fact Shipra has already done that quiet politely .

For me this one is the best at the moment and i wait eagerly for every episode.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

bdrew86-

Woowwwww....

Excellent Work Shipra...You've toppedy your work.

Thanks for mentioning me in the first line of your story.

You story is long but it is also direct. The build up isn't too big like mine which keeps the reader interested.

I love the story and I hope that you continue with it. However, I also hope that you don't give into pressure by members to carry on and dilute the story. This has made many promising stories boring.

Good Luck.

XoXo

Bdrew86

[Ramesh_Rocky]

This routine continued over the next few days. I was to answer the door in my underwear when he came. Like clockwork, the men would be standing at the gate, waiting for their morning dose of the voluptuous memsaab's bare flesh. The men would get a good look at me before going back to work. Jamal would then stride in for his morning fuck, always fucking me really rough, either bent over near the window or spread-eagled on the dining table, or standing against the fridge, or sometimes doggy style on the floor. He took great pleasure in exposing me to the men in various states of undress, sometimes displaying my dancing tits, at other times my bare back. But he never showed them anything too much below the waist.


"I don't want those men to get too greedy." he explained one day in the window as he turned me around after stripping my panties off. "They need to remember their place in society. Unwashed, uneducated peasants from Bangladesh need to remember that we are doing them a favor. They can't be encouraged into thinking that they really have a shot at a high class beauty like you. They don't deserve you. Let them be content with the whores in the red light area."

I said nothing, but wondered if Jamal saw the irony in what he was saying. By his logic, he, an old ugly working class man, didn't really deserve a young educated high class married woman like me either. But that didn't stop him from treating me like his fuck toy. His behavior didn't indicate that he thought me any different than those poor laborers who did his bidding. And it went beyond just sex. He kept trying to lord over me and show he was boss in many different ways.

I often felt like I was an adult model on display as he sometimes made me change my clothes several times a day. He'd start me off in something western like tank tops,skirts, shorts, cocktail dresses, summer dresses, and so on. Once he made me wear my business suit. Then around lunch he would lead me to the bedroom and get me to change into something Indian - usually a sari or a low cut and tight salwar kurta. The saris were to be worn as low on my hips as possible and when I was displayed in that state, I noticed that the laborers liked it the most. And the only blouses I was allowed to wear with the saris were sleeves and/or backless.*

"When you wear normal blouses, you look like a normal decent middle class woman. But we both know that is not true. You are a trashy slut, and you should look like a trashy slut." he had said.

He went really crazy with delight when he came across a particularly skimpy blouse that was sleeveless and only had strings in the back. I had bought it for one of our anniversary parties, and it had made Vinay so horny that he had fucked me four times that night after the guests left. I had never imagined that it would end up serving the same purpose for Jamal, who made me wear it often, even if it didn't match with the sari.*

"What kind of a characterless harlot buys something like this?" he had sarcastically asked me when I first put that blouse on at his demand.

"I guess someone like me." I had learned that Jamal's rhetorical questions were not really rhetorical and I was expected to give subservient answers. When I had given sassy replies once or twice, he had promptly bent me over and whipped me with his belt. Although I had grown to enjoy the whippings, I was scared that if he got carried away, he might leave bruises that could reveal everything to Vinay.

"Why did you buy this? Tell me the truth." he asked.

"For an anniversary party."

"Hmmm....so even on the day celebrating your marriage, you wanted all the other men to see your bare flesh and get hard?"

"Yes. I got really turned on when all the men at the party saw my bare back and got horny." That really hadn't been the reason, but by now, Jamal had "trained" me well and I knew the responses he'd approve of.

"Did any of them fuck you on the side?"

"No."*

"Did you want them to?"

"No." There was a limit to how much I would lie for him. There was no way I was going to say to him that I wanted the males at the party, which included just relatives and good friends, to have sex with me.

"You're lying. I know what a slut you are." he had cackled.

Then there were the accessories. He had always shown his fetish for my mangalsutra and it progressed to even kinkier levels. He routinely wrapped the mangalsutra around his dick when he made me give him a blowjob. Sometimes he looped it and made me wear it around my forehead, the locket portion banging against my nose with every thrust of his dick inside my cunt. While rummaging through my closets, he had discovered that I had three other mangalsutras, and they all got defiled. One day he rolled one up and shoved it inside my cunt and ordered me to leave it in there all day. It felt really uncomfortable.

There was other jewelry like my earrings, necklaces, brooches, anklets, bangles, nose rings, toe rings, and even a gold belly chain that Vinay had bought me from the gulf. Jamal loved that belly chain. He once had me parade around him in just my bra and that belly chain and fucked me in front of a mirror, his fingers pulling the chain tight into my skin. Almost every piece of my jewelry got splashed with his cum as the days passed.

"What's with the sindoor?" Vinay asked me one Sunday. That was the only day he got off from work and spent at home. I was thankful that Jamal and his men also had that day off and my tormentor had the decency to stay away and give me a break from the humiliation.

I was taken aback by the question. He had been so busy with work that he had never noticed even the tiny clues around the house that something odd was going on, like how many of my clothes were always in the laundry basket, or why I always seemed so exhausted when he got back. But he had noticed the tiny box of sindoor.

"What do you mean?" was all I could come up with.

"Since when do you wear sindoor? I have never seen you wear it."

It was a valid question. Our community did not have the tradition of married women wearing sindoor in their hair. It was more of a North Indian thing. But that's probably why Jamal had insisted that I buy some and put it on when he was around. In addition to my mangalsutra, it was another symbol that reminded him that I was a married woman that he was using as his fuck toy. I would put some on when he came, and wash it off before Vinay got home.

"Just bought it on a whim. All the women here wear it." I said.

"That's weird. You have always been such a feminist and so critical of these patriarchal symbols. Strange to see you flirt with this sign of female subservience." Vinay smiled.

I wanly smiled back. If only you knew, my dear husband, how subservient your wife has been recently.

When Jamal returned on Monday, he seemed extra anxious to make up for the lost day. He was in a particularly sadistic and dominant mood that day. After the morning fuck he didn't leave but sat in front of the TV. I headed to take a bath but he ordered me to come to him.

"Get on all fours in front of me."*

I did as was told, naked except for my mangalsutra and the belly chain. Was he going to make me suck him off?

"Move a little that way."

And then he raised his feet and put them on my ass.*

"Good girl. I feel like raising my feet a little." he said.

There was a perfectly good ottoman he could have used. But in using me like that, naked on my hands and knees, just as a foot rest, was yet another way he wanted to humiliate me and show me that he was boss. He kept me like that for half an hour, before taking his feet off and making me suck his dick before letting me go.

How much lower was he going to make me sink, I wondered.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

One morning, I was dressed in a robe with my underwear underneath, seeing Vinay off. The Bangali laborers were there working down the street, but Jamal had not turned up yet. At the gate, Vinay turned around, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a kiss. The workers paused in their work and stared, with looks of disdains on their faces and saying something to each other.


"Look at those guys staring." Vinay whispered. "People in this town are so old-fashioned. It's like they have never seen a man kiss his wife before."

"Ignore them." I said.

"Yeah, I will, but seriously, such blatant stares. It's like they are stripping you with their eyes." he sounded a little annoyed.

The last time Vinay got upset about unwanted attention from men in town, I had been made to pay. I really hoped he wouldn't do something stupid again. Luckily, he just got in his car and drove off.

I stood at the gate looking at the men. They were staring at me without any pretense now. Where was the need for the pretense anyway? I could also see barely concealed disgust on their faces. In their minds, I was probably a conniving nympho who acted all pristine and loving towards her husband. But when the husband was away at work, earning a living, I was a willing sex slave for their boss. If they felt disgust towards me, it was understandable.

In some ways, it was true. But I really didn't think of myself as Jamal's sex slave. Once his "reign" had started, the only way for me to deal with all the ignominy was to tell myself that even if he acted like he owned, my ass, it was only because I took pleasure in it. I had recently begun to understand the depths of my own depravity and in my mind, Jamal was just an enabler who was in the right place at the right time.*

Jamal also had an odd psyche. Even though he frequently kept reminding me how I was just a worthless characterless slut who would open her legs for any man who tried, he didn't seem to like it if I showed any signs of enjoying myself.*

Once he was fucking me doggy style on top of the dining table. The men were standing across the compound wall watching. Jamal, still intent on enforcing some limits in what he showed the men, had me topless, but had made me keep a skirt on. So the skirt hid my ass and pussy as his erect dick pummeled me. I had my hands on the table, grimacing and grunting as Jamal banged me hard and fast with his hand on my waist grabbing the belly chain, like he usually did. I was feeling particularly randy that day.*

I looked up and out the window towards the men, making eye contact. They were fidgeting and watching, and I saw the mixture of disgust and lust in their eyes. I smiled. One of them smiled back. Such nice lean guys, getting teased on a daily basis. They probably got blue balls with all the teasing. I felt a little bad for them. So to give them a tiny reward, I took one hand off the table and moved it to my side. Slowly, I pulled at my skirt. It moved up my ass, exposing my pulsating round white cheeks to the men for the first time. Their eyes grew big as they saw how big and round my butt was. How the skin on my hips shivered with each stroke. How hard Jamal was ramming me.

That sent a big surge of pleasure through my entire beings. Suddenly I felt like I was a performer, putting on a show to entertain those poor men. Having pulled my skirt all the way up to my waist, I felt so turned on that I started ramming my ass back into Jamal's waist, feeling his big tummy rub against my skin. He was fucking me and now I was fucking him back, in a delirious state of arousal with the audience getting to see something new. I even tightened my cunt muscles around his dick, something I never really did with him.

"What the fuck?" Jamal suddenly noticed what was happening. I had moved my hand back to the table, and he probably had his eyes closed so he didn't realize that I was the one showing my ass to the men gladly. He pulled my skirt back. But I was still staring into the men's eyes and in a different zone. I kept pounding my ass back into his hips.

Jamal seemed annoyed at this change. Usually I was a passive player, not responding because I was disgusted by his very existence. But now I was enthusiastically fucking him back, staring at his underlings, acting like I actually had agency in this whole situation. He did not like that. He also seemed annoyed at the fact that my actions had made him start cumming faster than usual.

He pulled my hair hard making it hurt and started pounding me through his orgasm, as I started having one too. I even laughed a little as the men stared at my swaying naked tits and were smiling.

I knew that the sadistic man would not let this go unpunished. When he finished dumping his seed into my cunt, he slid off the table and closed the window.

"Off the table." he growled, and I obeyed.

I stood there, staring into his eyes defiantly as seething rage was visible on his face. He was trying to decide how to punish me. Then he smiled sadistically.

"Stay here." he said, and pulled up his pants.

Cracking the window open a little, I watched as he walked out of the house and strode towards the men purposefully. I saw him yelling at them for a few seconds while they cowered. Then he walked towards the tempo which had their equipment. When he walked back in the house, he was carrying a roll of jute string. I stared at it, wondering what he had in mind.

"You're getting too big for your panties." he scolded me. "You need to be taught a lesson."

He started unrolling the string and said,

"Put your bra back on, and take off your skirt."

I did as was told.

"Sit!" he pointed to a chair.

I saw no point in resisting as I sat in the chair, naked except for my bra and the belly chain and of course, my mangasutra. He used the string to tie my hands behind the chair really tight. The rough fibers dug into my wrist. Then he ran the string through the belly chain and fastened my waist to the chair. Then, spreading my legs apart, he tied my ankles to the back legs of the chair, making my thighs ache. Out came his smelly old handkerchief and my mouth was gagged tight. And then I was surprised when he went a step further, blindfolding me with a kitchen rag.*

"You fucking bitch, you think you are so smart. I will teach you a lesson."

With my eyes completely shut, my mouth gagged, and my limbs tied so securely to the chair, I felt like a prisoner. I guessed this was my punishment. To be bound painfully tight for a long time. I didn't really mind. I had started reading a lot about BDSM sinc this dalliance with Jamal started and I intended to defy him by deriving pleasure from whatever he inflicted on me.

But I had underestimated how sadistic that asshole was. As I was wondering why he had made me put the bra back on instead of tying me up naked, I soon got an answer to that question.

I heard the fridge door open. And a few seconds later, his wet fingers pulled the right cup of bra.

"unkkkkkkk." was the only semi-guttural sound I could make as I felt 3 cold cubes of ice being inserted into the bra cup. I tried to struggle, but there was no way for me to even move. He then did the same to my other bra cup.

And then laughed maniacally as I shook as much as possible, feeling the deadly cold ice pressed against my nipples and my breasts. This really was not something I could derive pleasure out of.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

essgee-

Fabulous
Yet again a fabulous writing style Ms T Awesome Narration open minded High Class woman as described no inhibitions just raw carnal sex make it more saucier and spicier with Raza getting back in. Ohh infact you would know the best as to how it unfolds further

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jamal, the sadistic asshole, seemed to be the one deriving all the pleasure in seeming me squirm in discomfort as the cold ice in both my bra cups rendered my nipples painfully hard. It is not easy to describe how horrible such prolonged exposure to a freezing object feels to your bare skin. Even as the ice melted, it soaked my bra making it cold, and some of the water trickled down my stomach and pooled around my pussy.*


I felt like crying out to vent my frustration, but the fucker had gagged my mouth really well, so even my cries were muffled. Add the blindfold and I felt just so helpless and utterly humiliated. I was crying and the blindfold was soon soaked with tears. I was an educated accomplished woman from a good family. Why was I being made to suffer this ignominy. Jamal in the meanwhile kept laughing, and saying insulting things. As he spoke, I realized that much of what he was doing had less to do with me personally and his own deeper biases and insecurities.

"Look at you shaking and quaking. You people think you are so superior to us, you think your education and standard of living means you run things and we are just servants doing your work. You think we are subhuman. Look at you now. High and mighty big titted memsaab, sitting here in just her bra, shaking like a leaf. You people think we are all low class and immoral. What about you? You have a nice husband and yet you go around shaking your ass at half the men around. Just to tease us? To take advantage of us? You are such a trashy useless animal that even when I whip your ass with a belt, you enjoy it. Yes, you don't think I've noticed? I am showing you off to those Bangalis and you enjoy even that. I am sure that if I wasn't here, you would have taken them into your bed as well. Kept cheating on your husband. You piece of filth."

He stopped talking. I thought he was done berating me but he had just stopped to go to the fridge. The monster had seen that the ice cubes had all melted and he was about to refill them. Even though my breasts were cold and my nipples were painfully hard, the new insertion of ice did not seem any less unpleasant.

"You think I am here to satisfy your sexual needs, don't you? You think all this is still happening by your plans? For your enjoyment? Well, slut, I am not Raza. I have been very nice to you, because I am basically a good man. But don't confuse my niceness for my weakness. The earlier you accept that you are a trashy animal and stay in your place, the better it will be for you."

He kept going on and on like that for an hour or so, repeating himself on the same theme - about how I was the disgusting worthless person here and he was somehow the hero. I kept squirming under the torture as Jamal didn't stop with it until he had used up all the ice in my freezer.

I then heard him unzip his pants. I was so angry at him that I couldn't bear to have his dick inside me again. But at least he would have to untie me, I naively thought. No such luck.

I felt the chair being moved and then pushed forward. My head landed on the table as the chair, bent forward at 45 degrees, stayed propped against the table. I felt Jamal untie the string tying the belly chain to the waist. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me back until my naked ass was hanging out of the gap between the back and the seat.

"You have no idea how nice I have been to you and how much better I have treated you than you deserve. But that ends now."

How much worse could he treat me, I though, my face laying sideways on the table. I soon got my answer. I felt the bulbous head of his circumcised dick push itself between my asscheeks and find my anus.*

"I should have done this on the first day." he said as the dick, without any lubrication, invaded my anus. My tears started flowing anew, with the pain.

I was not really a stranger to anal sex. I had experimented with it in my younger days with one of my kinkier boyfriends. But Vinay didn't really like it. So I had no recent experience. Although Raz loved shoving his fingers in my ass during sex, he had never really proposed or tried anal sex. Maybe because he knew how big and wide he was.

Jamal's dick, although not as sizeable, still sent waves of pain shooting through my posterior as he kept pushing his dick in without an concern for my well-being. What hurt even more than the pain was the fact that this despicable monster was the one putting me through this experience.*

I had no option but to just grimace and feel his dick invade my insides. Once he penetrated my asshole completely, he just stayed like that for a few seconds. Although he liked the symbolic impact of buggering my ass, I don't think he particularly enjoyed the sexual aspect of it. Because he wasn't grunting in pleasure as much as he used to when he fucked me in the conventional way. Staring at the kitchen wall, I took his anal pounding for the next few minutes until the additional friction made him deposit his load inside my ass a lot quicker than usual.

He pulled the chair back to the normal position. I could feel the cum oozing out of my ass every time I clenched and unclenched. It was oozing down to the floor. I had run out of tears by now. I just sat there with shoulders slumped, utterly defeated and broken.

"Now sit here and think about what I have been saying." he said before walking off.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

I had been so utterly humiliated and mentally destroyed by Jamal's punishment that I couldn't even think straight. I sat in my own kitchen, cum oozing out of my ass, my bra cold and wet, and my brain in a state of chaos. The shame of my predicament, the anger at Jamal, the feeling of submission that went beyond just the sexual realm and touched my self-esteem. I was traumatized. Soon it all got too much for my brain to handle and it just switched off.*


I went into a fugue state. Hours passed that I still have no recollection of. I have no idea how long I was kept tied to that chair, naked except for my bra. I have no idea of what Jamal said or did to me in all that time. Absolutely no memory.*

The next thing I knew I was curled up on the couch, still clad in a bra, next to Jamal who was watching TV. I raise my head to look at the clock. It had been almost 6 hours. I stirred and put my feet on the ground.

"Are you okay?" there was actual concern in Jamal's voice.

I nodded, sitting straight. My asshole still hurt. I had no idea if it was from earlier in the day or if the sadistic bastard had buggered me more times since then, even in my fugue state. At least my bra was dry. My wrists and ankles still felt sore from the jute string, although there were no marks.*

"I was getting a little worried, hehe." he nervously said.

I stayed silent. I couldn't even bear to look at him. I laboriously got up and staggered towards the bathroom. In the mirror, I couldn't believe how trashy I looked. There was dried cum all over my face and in my hair, so that gave me some hints of what had happened. There was dried cum all around my asshole and my thighs. I washed my face, trying to think. I put on a bathrobe and walked out, my thighs still hurting.

"I have to get going." Jamal said, standing by the door. "I hope you learned your lesson."

Difficult as it is to believe, Jamal seemed to have been affected by that day's proceedings as well. Over the next few days, his behavior towards me still remained dominant and demanding, but he seemed to have dialed down the sadism a lot. Maybe even he felt a sense of shame in how far he had gone. Or maybe it was just my utter and complete submission to him. I didn't offer any resistance or reluctance whatsoever, be it by words or deeds or even looks. I also became like a robotic doll just dancing to his commands. If he had meant to break my will completely, he had.*

I felt no anger, no shame, no joy, no disgust, nothing. Food felt tasteless and I ate only for survival. Movies, TV shows just blared in front of my eyes without me registering anything. I tried to hide it as much as possible from Vinay, but even he kept asking me what was wrong. I couldn't tell him that his wife had been utterly owned by someone else.

It also broke something else inside me. Earlier, I would try to derive pleasure from the rough sex and the humiliation and the exhibition. But now, even that completely stopped. I was just going through the motions. Jamal would still come over, make me wear different clothes, fuck me 3-4 times a day, and leave. But something had changed. I was now, well and truly, his sex slave.*

I became like a prisoner who has been sentenced to solitary confinement and lost all hope.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

foogy -

Quick comments:
taking her mind away to some distant world has its own appeal in terms of the depths of sinking down.
However, the real exciting parts of this story had been the constant inner struggle of needs/desires/moralities which goes back and forth.
One reason when she went back to the city and her mind restored to the way it was and how she was drawn back was interesting.
It somehow seems that the story is towards coming to a close which I hope is not, as the possibilities left to be explored is way too many .. hoping to see the next update soon. Aurelius is a great writer, however sometimes he does end stories with lot to be desired. I am not holding that against, its the prerogative of the author and I respect that.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The days progressed as did the road work. Jamal's attitude towards me kept changing as the third and final week of the work rolled along. I think the experience taught him something about himself too. He had taken great pleasure in starting off our dalliance by just blackmailing me into sex to stripping me of my dignity to finally breaking me completely. But now that his perverted conquest for complete, he seemed to miss the challenge as well.*


He was the one who had felt resentful of me enjoying myself even in the humiliation. But now that my emotional spine had been snapped, he seemed to lose interest. Soon the frequent wardrobe changes stopped. He started coming over less often and focusing more on the work. The trash talk and the insults also lessened. There was no more sodomy or torture.*

I don't think the monster was capable of guilt or remorse. But he certainly did seemed to be feeling a sense of monotony in the proceedings.

One evening, I was watering the plants when Vinay came home early by his standards. Jamal's recent lassitude meant that I was now dressed in just jeans and a t-shirt without seeking his approval. He was standing across our gate writing something in a notebook when Vinay's car pulled up. My husband walked towards the gate looking up and down the road.

"Wow, I was pretty skeptical but the road really looks a lot better now." he said standing by the gate.

"I suppose." I said.

"Hello, Mr. Jamal?" Vinay waved him over.

"Yes, sir?" he walked over.

"You guys have done a great job. The road looks good." Vinay said shaking his hand.

"Thank you, sir." Jamal sounded genuinely flattered. "To be honest, it's mainly because of the hardworking laborers. They don't tire and they do their work very diligently."

"Really good." Vinay said and reached for his wallet. He handed Jamal some money. "Please give this to the guys as a baksheesh."

"That's very kind of you, sir."

"By the way....you are the contractor, right?"

"Yes."

"We have this back wall that is just a complete mess. I am impressed with the work you've done here. Would you be interested in repairing it?"

My heart sank. I knew the wall he was talking about. It did need work because a lot of the portions of it had worn off. There was a barbed wire fence on top for safety. But it looked really ugly. Vinay had his heart set on renovating the house and selling it for a good profit before we left. And I knew the work would eventually need to be done. I had no idea he would offer it to Jamal though, and continue my ordeal even further.

Jamal smiled and glanced at me. He saw the expression on my face. Then his smile vanished.

You could've knocked me down with a feather when he said,

"That's a very kind offer, sir. But my schedule is completely packed for the next few months."

"Oh, I see." Vinay said.

"But I will be happy to recommend someone."

"Sure sure." Vinay said. "Again, great job."

That evening was the first time I felt any real positive emotion in a long time. Jamal had been handed the opportunity on a platter to continue his presence in my life. In fact it was one step up, since this work would be on our property. And yet, he had turned it down. Was his schedule really busy? Was he just bored of me? Or did the wan expression on my face make him change his mind?*

The next morning, Jamal came around at his usual time. I was in my underwear and robe, ready for the usual routine. I knew he always liked to start the day in the kitchen so I went there. He was quiet this time.

Instead of pushing me over or against some surface and sticking his dick in me, he walked to the window and just stood there. The Bangalis were there, just watering the road. Looking at the house every few seconds. Hoping to catch a glimpse of me. The wife who happily fucked their boss as soon as her husband left for work. Jamal watched them work for a couple of minutes as I just stood there.

"Come here." he said.

He made me stand in front of the window and bend over. He flipped up my robe and pushed down my panties. His hand went inside the front of the robe and squeezed my boobs. Soon the fucking started. I stared at the men. They stared back at me, knowing from my motions that I was being fucked hard by their boss.

"Very hardworking guys." Jamal said between grunts.

"Hmmm." I replied.

"Your husband tipped them generously."

"Yes."

"You like them don't you?" he asked.

"I don't know them." I said.

"But you like how they look at you. Get excited. Rub their lungis."

I didn't say anything. Just grunted involuntarily with the thrusts in my cunt.

"Today is their last day on this job. In fact it's their last day in this town. Tomorrow they will be going to Gwalior to start work on a building site there."

"Okay." I didn't understand why Jamal was suddenly talking about mundane things.

He suddenly started thrusting into me harder and deposited his cum inside me. The men were watching. They knew what had happened when my chest stopped heaving.

"Would you also like to tip them for their hard work? Give them a bonus?" he asked zipping his pants.

"I'll have to go to the ATM." I said. "I am almost out of cash."

"That's not what I am talking about."

A couple of hours later. It was lunch break for the men. Even now, Jamal didn't want the men slacking off in work hours. It had to wait till the lunch break.

I stepped out of the house with a tea tray feeling very conscious. Thankfully, Sarita and her family were out of town. I walked to the gate opened it and stepped onto the newly paved road. For the first time in over a week, a sense of excitement, a sense of adventure returned to my mind. And an eager tingling returned to my lions. And the humiliation I was feeling seemed delicious, not soul-shattering.*

As per Jamal's instructions, I was dressed in a way that would be considered risque not only in that cowbelt small town but even in the most liberal of European capitals. I had on a tight tank top without a bra on. The top ended a couple of inches below my tits My nipples, already erect for excitement were poking against the fabric visibly. Below the waist, I was wearing a skirt so short that I had only bought it to wear at home to entice Vinay in the early years of our marriage. It ended literally at the groin, and in the back, the bottom of my ass-cheeks were visible. Underneath, I was wearing a thong. And in my feet, my tallest high heels. I was also wearing my darkest lip stick and mascara.

As I walked towards the men eating their lunch sitting on the footpath with Jamal, I saw their eyes grow really big. They had seen me in various states of undress, seen me in my underwear, but they had never me dressed in such an aggressively revealing and provocative manner. The high heels made my hips sway naturally and I found myself exaggerating the sway on my own. Jamal smiled as he saw the men squirm and rub the fronts of their lungis. He also smiled at my discomfort and seemed to be glad to see that my expression wasn't the morose one I had been wearing for the last several days, but one that actually showed some emotion. I was displaying shame, the good kind.

"Tea?" I said, bending down with the tray.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The three men looked petrified, confused, and turned on as I bent in front of each of them, giving them tea as well as a long look at my cleavage. From a distance, they had seen my boobs naked many times. But from this close, it was still a novel and exciting sight. The three of them were sitting in a circle so as I moved to sere each of them, whoever was behind me also got a look at my partly exposed ass cheeks and the thin strip of the thong covering my pussy.


I could imagine what they were thinking. They had already seen the high class memsaab being banged daily by their boss and exposed in the house through the windows. That could still be dismissed as the boss's doing. But here she was, voluntarily, dressed like a whore, her nipples poking through her top, her cleavage shoved in their face, and her ass partly on display.*

I served them the tea and stood there on the uncomfortably tall heels, holding the tray against my stomach. Jamal started speaking in Hindi, occasionally adding a Bengali word for clarification.

"You guys know my friend Sheetal memsaab. Her husband, who is very happy with your work, gave me that money to generously tip you. Memsaab here is also very happy with your work. And she wants to tip you in her own way on your last day here."

The three men all opened their mouths in surprise. They had seen enough over the past three weeks to understand what that meant. They looked like they were in shock. My cheeks also went red with embarrassment as Jamal said that. I knew what he had in mind, but still, being offered that way to the men was a different sort of humiliation.

"So I have given my permission for her to do that." he continued. "I have to go to the office for some paperwork. I will be back in an hour. Memsaab will be happy to do whatever you want for that hour. Isn't that right, memsaab?"

I was feeling really shy so was looking at my feet but nodded, my cheeks still red.*

"Now you guys obviously understand that you can't go into the house. You are all sweaty and filthy. So you will have to make do with the outhouse. Is that acceptable?"

It was a ridiculous question. They would have said yes even if he had offered them the opportunity to do it all right there on the street. The men, still too shocked to speak, nodded eagerly.

Soon Jamal walked away leaving me with the men. They were halfway through their lunch. I started walking back towards the house. The men, still probably suspecting this might be some kind of cruel practical joke, just sat there, with the tea cups in their hand. I stopped at the gate and turned to look at them. For the thousandth time, our eyes looked into each others. I opened the gate and gestured with a nod for them to come in. The men finally got up, still a little nervous.

As they walked, I could see the tents formed in front of each of their lungis. I walked to the side of our compound and to the outhouse where we kept a lot of extra stuff and a lot of things left behind by the old owners that we had never gotten around to throwing out. The men, sporting their lungi tents, walked in. I closed the door and bolted it.

I looked at the three of them one by one. They were practically indistinguishable. They were young men with lean short bodies, about 5 ft 2 or so. All had mustaches and week long stubbles. They were dressed in discolored and stained baniyaan vests that might at one time have been white, or maybe even brown. Their shoulders and arms were cakes in dust, and given that it was a hot day, streams of sweat were flowing down their bodies. They were all wearing checkered lungis that went to their knees, below which were taut calves. It didn't look like either man had even a gram of extra fat on their bodies.*

As I stood in the outhouse looking at the men, I felt a surge of that old funny feeling that I had feared Jamal had completely stomped out of me. That same sweet tension I had felt with Bajwa and his men, with Raza, with the nukkad guys in the forest and in the mandi returned. After being a rude entitled fat old man's private slave for weeks, I was now back in a position of dallying with young fit men.

One of them said something to the others in rapid Bengali, which I didn't get. The others also responded equally rapidly. The tone of their voices kept rising as if they were arguing. And then one of them loudly uttered something, whose meaning seemed to be "Oh what the hell!" and lunged at me. The other two men soon joined me.

Suddenly I was mobbed by the three Bengali men in my own outhouse as they kept saying incomprehensible stuff in their language. I was already half a foot taller than them. Add the long heels and I felt like I was a tree on which a bunch of guys were trying to climb. I put my hands on their sweaty dusty shoulders and felt the toned hard muscle built after years of hard labor. That made me feel the moistness grow in my pussy.

The men themselves had been very busy with their hands. One hand on either side of me had pushed down the shoulder straps of my tank tops and rough sweaty palms were now rubbing my naked tits hard. Another Two more hands were behind me, under my teeny tiny skirt, feeling my bare thonged ass cheeks. One hand was rubbing the insides of my thighs and the last one was poking a finger inside my navel making me giggle. That last bit reminded me of an old boyfriend who also loved playing with my navel. All this while, their erections were poking against various parts of my thighs through their lungis.*

As the four of us jostled together inside that muggy hot outhouse, I started sweating too. One guy licked the sweat streaming down my neck before it made it to my boobs. The whole scene was a busy and hectic one, with all our hands exploring various parts of each others bodies. I had slipped one hand inside a baniyaan and felt a chest and put the other lower to feel their erections over the lungis one by one. They all seemed reasonably well-endowed.*

Finally one guy randomly broke away from our huddle, and I craned my neck to see where he was going. He was looking around the room and spotted a couple of empty jute sacks. He picked one up and then walked to a corner where there were a bunch of steel trunks. He put the sack on one of the trunks and said something loudly. The two men still playing with me looked up. Then they each grabbed me by the arm and started walking towards their friend.*

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The men had started off nervous and tentative but with each passing second, their confidence was growing. They had been teased by my body for weeks. From my behavior, they had probably already decided that I wasn't some respectable married woman but a slut of the highest order. Who knows how many times they had jacked off thinking of me in their fantasies? All the while wishing that somehow they might also get so lucky. And their lucky day had come.


For my part, I was feeling an exhilaration from the renewal of my mojo, so to speak. These petite lean men, smelling of sweat and dirt, with small but hard muscles, wearing filthy unwashed clothes, and from a foreign land barely speaking my language. It was the most primal and carnal an encounter I could have. I tried to not appear too eager, but at the same time, did not want to hold back. The men had only an hour with me, and tomorrow they would be gone to a different city. I almost felt obliged to show them a good time.

Once we reached the trunk, the men started unraveling their lungis. My hand reached for my skirt and pushed it down. The tank top was already rolled around my waist. I pushed it down too, stepping out of the two garments together. The men sighed in chorus as I stood there in just my thong, my huge tits heaving with my breathing. I put two fingers in my thong to take it off too but one of the men shook his head and said something that I took to mean that I should leave it on. The poor penniless men had probably never seen a woman in a thong, much less a tall fair skinned voluptuous memsaab. I could understand their delight as they spent a few seconds just staring at me in that thong. How the back of the garment was practically non-existent and my round melon like ass hung out. And how in the front, the triangle covered my pussy in a very elegant manner.

I had expected the men to have such blue balls after all those weeks that I thought they would just start rutting me like a goat. But they seemed aware that this hour might be the most memorable hour of their lives. So they played it slow. I was pushed towards the sack covered trunk on which I got on all fours. The men then crowded behind me, squatting on the floor with their dicks hanging from their torso. All were dark black dicks, circumcised, and roughly 5 inches long. Not too thick, not too thin. Like the rest of their bodies and their faces, indistinguishable.

One guy put his finger in the back of my thong and moved it to the side over my left ass cheek. They all sighed as they saw my shaved pussy for the first time. Jamal had so far kept all the exposure within limits. Naked boobs were okay and walking around in panties was okay, but he had never shown them anything below my waist.

I felt several fingers start playing with my nether regions. A few fingers reached for my labia and held my pussy apart, as if they were examining my pink insides. Other fingers were scratching and pinching my bare ass cheeks. A couple of fingers brushed against my recently defiled anus but they were still respectful enough not to invade that. The thong I was wearing was relatively unused so its tensile nature kept making the back slip into place, which they patiently kept moving to the side.

"Ohhhhhh hmmmm!!!" I moaned as a couple of fingers started rubbing my clit. How did these young men from the poorest sections of a repressed society know enough about sex to play with my clit, I wondered. But then i realized it had not been intentional. They were just like eager explorers, feeling and touching every part of a heavenly body.

All through this loving and detailed examination of my crotch, the men had been uttering short comments, presumably of praise, presumably insulting, about me. I wished I could understand what they were saying. Finally their utterances turned into short sentences. And then they all got up, leaving me on all fours, leaking like a faulty faucet. All their fingerplay had made me unbelievably horny and for the first time in days, I was actually eager to be fucked.

Finally one guy got behind me. He slid the back of my thong aside again and gradually put the tip of his dick as my cunt entrance. I moaned in anticipation. He heard it and groaned happily, thrusting it all the way inside. He put both feet on the trunk and climbed up, and with his palms on both my ass cheeks, started fucking me in deep but slow strokes. I guess he wanted to make that experience last as long as possibly.

Another guy walked towards my front. I could see his dick swinging up and down. I expected him to shove it in my mouth, but I think his servitude-attuned nature made him feel like that would be too much. He just stood there playing with my boobs with one hand as the other hand gently played with his dick. I felt a surge of admiration for his sweetness and politeness. So I opened my mouth wide and moved it towards his dick.

He jumped back like he was being attacked by a dog and looked at me surprised. With his buddy now fucking me at a harder pace, I looked up at him with my lips wide open and moved my tongue. Maybe he was afraid that I would vengefully bite his dick off or something. Maybe he had never had his dick sucked. As I tried to convey with my eyes and my seductively wagging tongue that he was welcome to put his erect member inside my mouth, he looked at the third guy who had now moved to my other side. Finally he took a couple of steps next to me.

He seemed satisfied by what I thought were my come-hither looks and stepped forward. I took his shuddering dick inside my mouth and started gently sucking it. He laughed happily and started playing with my boobs. The third guy meanwhile was standing there playing with my boobs too and stroking his own ass. I felt bad for him so with one hand I started jacking him off. Now I was servicing these three Bangali laborers simultaneously. The one banging my cunt was pacing himself admirably. My cunt started responding to his pounding, and as it sank in how I was being fucked by three men together, I had a small orgasm.

I moved my other hand off the trunk too and started playing with the balls of the guy I was sucking off. I then took his dick out of my mouth, turned the other way and started sucking his buddy's dick. He was so thrilled that he held his hand up and the other guy high fived him. They started laughing and saying stuff which at least to my ear, felt like "what a hot slut". or that's what I imagined they were saying as I was on my knees nearly naked in my own outhouse, getting fucked as I bent forward alternating between sucking and jacking off two guys.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

And I wasn't just sucking and jacking them off half-heartedly. Now the hungry slut inside me, dormant since that fugue state experience, had well and truly woken up and she was ravenous. I was almost attacking both dicks with my mouth and my hands, making all kinds of obscene noises, moaning with the strokes of the guy inside me, and shaking so much that my boobs swung like crazy. The sight of me acting like such a total tramp finally proved too much for the guy in my quim and he started spurting his juice inside me with a loud grunt.


There was a break in the action as both guys in front of me raced to replace him. I felt amused at their childlike eagerness and straightened. They watched as I turned around and lay down on my back. I wanted to see the face of whoever fucked me next. He promptly got between be parted thighs and shoved his dick inside me cum-filled cunt, not even bothering to clean his friend's deposit. I looked into his eyes, smiled wickedly and grabbing his baniyaan, pulled him forward until his hairy face was right on top of mine. He seemed taken aback when I pulled him into a kiss. He almost seemed at a loss to react as my tongue enthusiastically invade his mouth and sought out his tongue. I finally finished the kiss with a loud smack and an ahhh sound. The guy then started fucking me and I pushed my hips back, clenching my cunt muscles to increase his pleasure.

The guy who had lost the race meanwhile kneeled down next to me and I immediately wrapped my hand around his dick. I played with it gently though. I didn't want him to shoot his seed anywhere but inside me. The guy who had cum inside me meanwhile squatted on the other side, his arms on his knees, just staring at me with a dazed expression on his face. I guess he was trying to convince himself that he wasn't dreaming and he really had just fucked such an unattainable beauty in an orgy with his friends.

As the guy on top fucked me, I rolled up his baniyaan and he moved his arms to take it off. I pulled him closer and felt my jiggling boobs rub against his lean chest. My nipples brushed against his. Our eyes had been locked in a gaze throughout, and I didn't care that his drool kept dribbling on my face. Finally he came inside me after a rapid set of strokes.

The guy in my hand immediately stood up. I sat up too. For a moment he seemed disappointed. I think he thought I was done being fucked. It took me a little while to explain him that I wanted a change of positions. I wanted him to lie down on the sack as I rode him. Partly because riding him would allow me to control the pace and tempo of the fucking and partly because my back was feeling sore being rubbed against the rough sack.

I watched as he understood what I was signaling and got on the trunk. As he moved past me, I saw the concave pit on the side of his ass and again noted just how thin and devoid of excess fat these men were. He looked so happy when I first pulled his baniyaan off and then straddled him, lowering myself onto his erect shaft. The other two guys were both squatting next to each other, alternating between staring at my randy expressive face and my boobs as I started riding their friend slowly, grinding my hips back and forth.

I kissed him many times, licked his sweaty beard, nibbled his mustache, and ran my fingers up and down his chest as I rode him. I tempered the pace and thrust of my motion to make him last as long as possible. Whenever his dick shuddered, signaling that he was near climax, I slowed down, occasionally even lifting my cunt off his dick. Suddenly I was overcome with the whim to lick the guy and I felt the sweat and mud with my tongue. I was sweating heavily by now as well. The outhouse was not really ventilated, and none of us had bothered to open the sole tiny window. I wondered what my latest lover felt about my sweat dripping on his body the way his friend's sweat had been dripping on mine.

Like two eager teenagers, we fucked and grunted, rubbing our thighs together. My control of the pace made him last well longer than his friends, but not as long as I would have liked. Soon I couldn't delay the inevitable any longer and he shot his load up into my cunt, but not before I had skillfully brought myself to an orgasm by rubbing my clit against his pubes.*

Slightly tire and breathless, I flopped down on top of the guy. He seemed delighted by it and wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. We lay there on the trunk regaining our breaths and the two friends watching us got up. I stayed on top of my young lover as the guys launched into another discussion. Maybe they were discussing if the hour was up. None of them were rich enough to own watches or phones. Finally the consensus of the discussion seemed to me that they should make the most of the time until Jamal returned.

The other guys sat down on the trunk next to us. I was signaled to get up and was moved to the lap of one of the guys. They had seen me on Jamal's lap many times and maybe wanted to experience the masterful feeling that comes from having a hot naked woman in that state. My thong had been riding all around my ass crack so I took it off before sitting on the lap of the guy who had first fucked me.*

For the next several minutes, I was passed from lap to lap. My boobs were felt up, my neck was licked and bitten, my flooded pussy fingered, and my ass pinched and grabbed. I was not passive either. I felt up their unfamiliar taut bodies to my satisfaction too. The men were very attuned to sharing because no one hogged me. Every few minutes, I was gently tapped on the ass with the signal to move to the next guy.

On the third such rotation, I was happy to note something hard pushing against my inner thigh. One of them seemed ready to go again. I wrapped my fingers around his dick. he asked me something that sounded like permission to fuck me again. I responded by getting off his lap , turning to show him my ass and then sitting on top of him to get fucked reverse cowgirl style. I noticed that this friends' dicks were also starting to come to life again. That was the benefit of having such young lovers. They get ready to go again so fast.

Having seen how eager I was, the men were relatively more assertive in the second round of fucking. My hair got pulled, my ass got spanked, and my cheeks got pinched a lot more. The third guy was fucking me standing up as I bent over the trunk when there was a knock on the door. One of the guys went and opened it and in walked Jamal. My boobs were almost slapping against my chin as I was bent over and getting rammed hard. The outhouse was filled with sounds of skin slapping. I looked at my tormentor. The roles were now reversed. He was watching as the laborers fucked me.

"You may not believe this, memsaab." Jamal said walking towards me. "But it really is nice to see a smile back on your face."

I looked away. If he thought I was going to be somehow grateful and let bygones be bygones, he was sorely mistaken.