How a "BET" change a life of Wife

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"Oh," said Ritika, feeling both their cocks began to move a couple of inches inside her. "So you’re not mad?"

"Fuck yeah I'm mad," said Rajesh. "Duane bet me that he could fuck you before you knew who he was and I hate to lose." 

"Oh," said Ritika again, as they began to fuck her two holes with about half their cocks. 

"Yeah bro, pay up tomorrow," said Duane pulling his black cock out of her ass until just the fat head stretched out her sphincter grotesquely and then slamming the entire length back in. 

"Ohh," moaned Ritika, feeling Rajesh doing the same thing with his cock. "How much did you lose?" 

"One fucking rupee," Rajesh snarled, and then at Ritika's surprised look added, "Never bet on a cock slut to turn down a big dick."

"Ooh, ooooo, fuck me," cried Ritika upset that she was only worth a rupee but enjoying having both her holes stuffed too much to care about it. They were taking turns slamming their cocks into her and Ritika felt her nerves tingling around whichever cock happened to be buried in her at the moment. She cried out in pleasure as the stimulation turned into a series of orgasms that caused her to buck wildly around their cocks. Almost on cue, the men changed their tactics, both pulling out and both ramming their cocks in together and her orgasms grew bigger and continued to come in a series of waves."Ow," she cried, as their cocks began to swell as they approached orgasm. It was like thier big organs were competing for space in her body. Duane lasted longer, probably because he had already cum twice that night already and she felt a thick wad of Rajesh's semen strike her cervix and his giant cock was jumping deep inside her pussy as it continued to spit out wad after wad. Duane's fat black cock began hosing the insides of her rectum before Rajesh had finished his orgasm and she felt her ass filling with his seed. 

The cocks quit jerking after a minute or two and the two men paused to catch their breath, while Ritika just laid there stunned by the feelings she had just experienced. She felt a trickle of cum leak out of her pussy and drip onto the bed. It was soon joined by a trickle from her ass that turned into a stream and then a gusher when Duane slowly pulled his cock out of her rectum and collapsed beside Ritika on her husband's side of the bed. 

Rajesh apparently didn't like having his buddies sperm dripping onto his balls, so he pulled out and threw Ritika off of him. Cum continued to gush out of her holes as she laid between the two men. She'd be sleeping in a big wet spot tonight. 

Later, Ritika laid between the men on her back, gently stroking their long cocks. Duane was softly snoring but Rajesh's cock started to respond. Not wanting to work too hard at cumming Rajesh pushed Ritika's head down towards his cock and soon felt her take the head into her mouth. 

"Ritika," he said grabbing her head to push it up and down his cock. "Duane's going out with me at the end of the week. "He'll be staying here until then." He felt her head bob around his cock enthusiastically and continued. "Call in sick to work the rest of the week, your going to be too busy serving us until were gone and by the way, starting tomorrow morning I want you wearing that sexy maid's uniform for the rest of the week."I didn't like that job anyway," said Ritika as she hung up the phone. They had just fired her for calling out too many times this month and weren't about to let her take off for a whole week. 
Ritika heard the sounds of the men stirring upstairs and her high heels clicked against the kitchen floor as she ran over to the stove to prepare them breakfast. The bacon and eggs sizzled in the pan as she stared down at her proud breasts held upwards by the black push up bra she wore. She continued to look down over her lean tan stomach at the black miniskirt covered by a frilly white apron. Her skirt showed off her shapely legs covered in a black fishnet stocking. I hope the boys like me in this, she thought.

Rajesh and Duane sat at the table after eating. Duane was sipping coffee and Rajesh was reading the sports section of the paper. "Y-you almost done with the paper," said Duane his voice strained. 

"Almost," muttered Rajesh.

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Duane's brow had broken into a sweat and he set the coffee cup onto the table so that he could grip the edge of the table with his hands. He started grunting and his knuckles whitened as he gripped the table tighter. Duane bellowed and fell back in his seat panting. 

"Get me some more coffee first slut," said Rajesh when he felt Ritika kiss the head of his cock under the table. 

Ritika crawled out from under the table, her skirt had flipped up showing off her ass cheeks with the thin black string of her panties between them. She jumped when Duane playfully spanked her cheek just above the black garter. She smiled as she poured Rajesh a fresh cup of coffee, the spanking was all the thanks she'd get. Neither man ever complimented or thanked her. She wasn't even allowed to eat breakfast with them. Ritika set the coffee before Rajesh and crawled under the table again, kissing his cock and starting his morning blowjob. She may not be allowed to join them for breakfast but she was still getting plenty of protein.

Rajesh had mentioned something to Duane about riding to South Beach and partying all day. Delighted, Ritika ran upstairs and changed into her bikini. She heard their motorcycles riding off when she bounced down the steps to join them. Duane had left her a note telling her to wash his clothes for him and that they wouldn't be back for dinner. Dejected Ritika gathered up his clothes and headed to the washer. 

Rajesh returned late that night without Duane and asked for a blowjob. Ritika kissed his cock and buried it in her throat. Rajesh's cock tasted of dried semen and another womans juices. She stopped and looked up at him, a hurt expression in her eyes. 

"Men like Duane and I can never be satisfied with just one woman," he explained as he reached out and began moving her head up and down his cock. "Now do a good job cleaning that dick off." 

Ritika continued to blow him thinking that if that bitch were here now, she'd scratch her eyes out. 

"Besides Ritika," Rajesh added in a rare show of compassion, "Most women only get fucked once by us. I've stayed with you over a month now. You should consider yourself lucky." 

She did. 

The rest of the week went by quickly. She only left the house to buy them beer and food, other then that she spent her time serving their needs and waiting for them to return home. They both fucked a different woman almost every day and were rarely home at the same time. Ritika found herself growing depressed as the week passed. Not because of the way they treated her, but because they'd be leaving soon. This last week had actually been the happiest, most fulfilling week of her life. Most of all she wanted to feel both their cocks in her at the same time again.

The morning of their last day in Goa was here and Ritika found herself bent over Rajesh's bike securing his bags. She didn't feel the least bit self-conscious any more and hadn't given a second thought to wearing her french maid outfit out in the yard. She could feel a gentle breeze blowing on her ass cheeks and she knew that her mini skirt had blown up as she leaned over the bike. She didn't even have to turn and look to know that her neighbor was staring at her bare ass through his binoculars next door. She finished readying their bikes and returned to the bedroom.
Duane was in the shower and Rajesh was lying on the bed naked his erect cock in his hand. Ritika stared at his cock a little surprised that she was still in awe of it. "What will you be requiring for breakfast?" she asked. 

"No breakfast today Ritika," Rajesh said grinning, "We're leaving." He saw the look of despair cross her face and added, "But, not until we both fuck you for a couple of hours. Now strip and come suck my dick." 

Delighted, Ritika stripped naked and crawled into bed with Rajesh. She took his thick cock in one of her little hands and planted what she feared would be her last kiss of submission on it. She licked around his pee slit, then the head, then up and down his entire cock, before swallowing it into her throat. 

Duane finished drying himself and walked into the room, his cock stiffening to full erection at the sight of Ritika sucking on the only cock he knew of, that was longer then his. He got behind her and put his hands on her hips, positioning his cock for entry into her pussy. Duane could see her juices running down over her thighs and as he watched, her pussy lips separated to receive him. He pushed the abnormally large head of his cock up to her pussy and watched as his black cock stretched her out quickly disappearing into her pussy.

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The next three hours were the happiest moments of Ritika's life. The only time she didn't have two cocks buried in one of her holes was when they were switching positions or during their brief rest periods. By the time the men had finished using her body, they had each cum four times and she was covered in their sperm. She put her head down and cried when they stood up off the bed, knowing that they were leaving her. 

"Ritika," said Rajesh and when she looked up he added, "There's some champagne left over from New Years downstairs. Go get it and three shot glasses." 

Still crying, Ritika raced downstairs to get the champagne. She picked up the bottle seeing that it was almost empty. She and Akhil had drank most of it on New Years just before meeting Rajesh at the bar. Hours after drinking this she had become unfaithful to her husband, taking Rajesh's wonderful cock into her mouth for the first time, after losing to him at pool. Ritika grabbed the shot glasses and ran back upstairs. 

"I'd like to propose a toast to Ritika," he said as she set them on their dresser before Rajesh and he took the champagne from her. This was the nicest thing he had done for her all week and she cried with joy and sadness at the compliment. 

He ran out of champagne after pouring the second shot. "Oh Ritika sorry, looks like you don't get any," he said. 

"Come on bro," said Duane snatching up the empty shot glass, "She's gotta drink something." Duane held the glass under his cock and began squeezing out any remaining sperm. He was rewarded by a couple large wads squirting out and falling into the glass. 

Duane passed the shot glass now half full of semen to Rajesh who proceeded to do the same thinking. Milking his cock until a large glob of semen filled it to the rim, mixing with his friends seed. He handed her the sperm shooter and she hesitantly took it into her hands. 

"Heres to Ritika," toasted Rajesh, holding up his drink. "The best damned cock-slut in the world." "Here, here," added Duane and the two men downed their champagne. Ritika looked at the sperm filled glass before her. Light reflected off the semen causing it to sparkle before her eyes. Nothing made sense any more. How can one hand job turn someone from a conservative feminist into a slut who waited on men and drank sperm from a glass. She should throw this into Rajesh's grinning face. If she could do that she could reject what she had become and go back to being a faithful wife who shared the household duties equally with her husband. 

She wanted it to last, so she let their sperm roll over her tongue, tasting them for the last time before swallowing it slowly down her throat. When she finished running her tongue around the insides of the glass to make sure she had gotten it all, she looked up to see that Rajesh and Duane had gone. She hadn't even realized they had gotten dressed and had quietly left the room. She ran to the window in time to hear their motorcycles start up. She gave a scream of despair at what she had lost. Rajesh hadn't even given her a chance to thank him for everything he had done for her. She looked down at the men revving their engines. Rajesh's bike was crowded with his bags, but she noticed an empty spot behind Duane....

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Akhil pulled into his driveway and checked himself in the rear-view mirror. His hair was unkempt and there were bags under his eyes. He sighed and grabbed his bags as he got out of the car and headed towards his house. He set his bags down on the kitchen table and removed something from the suitcase and proceeded to the living room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his brothers things were gone. "Ritika," he yelled. Hearing nothing he proceeded up the stairs yelling once again for his wife. 

He could hear her crying as he entered their bedroom. She was lying on the bed naked, crying into her arms. Her ass was upthrust and he could see sperm dribbling out through her distended anus. Looking down he noticed her labia was separated and oozing semen also. In fact, it looked like some kind of sperm bomb had exploded on her. Wads, splatters, flakes, and trickles covered her back, ass, and thighs. 

She heard him and spun around, a look of joy on her face, which quickly turned into a frown when she saw who it was. "Oh! Hi honey," she said trying to hide her body under the covers. 

Akhil wanted to throw up. Her entire chin was covered in flakes of his brother's dried sperm. Semen even covered her cheeks, like he had pulled it out of her mouth while it was still erupting. Her tears had plowed little furrows through the flakes. "Don't bother trying to cover up you slut," he said throwing the item he was carrying at her. 

She cringed and picked up the video cassette. "What is it?" she asked. "It's a video of my brother fucking your ass on a beach while you suck off some fat man," he paused while she wailed in despair. "I got horny thinking of my faithful wife, the last night in my motel and decided to watch one of the house porn’s. I almost threw myself off the balcony last night when I saw you and Rajesh."

Somewhere between the screaming and the crying that ensued, Ritika told Akhil everything that had happened. He clutched his stomach when she explained the photographer and he sat down heavily on the bed when she got to the part about Duane, which explained her current appearance, no one man could cum that much, not even Rajesh. He looked at her aghast when she got to the part about the sperm shooter. The shot glass were still over on the dresser, though it looked like it had just been washed. 

"One thing, I don't understand Ritika," he asked with his head bowed down, "why didn't you go with them?" 

"They didn't want me," she wailed. "Rajesh said it was time to break in some new pussy." 

Ritika leaned up to hug her husband for comfort and she was roughly pushed away as he stood up, a disgusted look on his face. "I should divorce you," he coldly told her. "No judge will give you anything when he views that tape. You'll get nothing." All are going to know how much sophisticated you are.
He turned to get out from there....

"So sorry Akhil please forgive me please, i will do anything to make it up".
"Shutup slut don't want you any near me"
He turned and left the room. Leaving Ritika in a Shock.....

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