Adultery Indian Wife Gone Bad by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Sorry, we don't have any ice." she said and pushed the glass towards me I didn't touch it.

"Could we get on with it, please?" I said impatiently.

"Alright," she said opening the file, "first let me tell you about our standard disclaimer. We can not reveal the sources we got our information from, or how we got them. But rest assured, that no one knows that there was a detective agency snooping around, or that you were looking for some information on your wife. So when I tell you something and you ask, who told me this, I can't answer that question. I do have evidence for some things. But not for all. It's up to you whether to take it as true or rumors."

I nodded.

"Okay, I'll start with information relevant to whatever you told me when you came here last week." she said, flipping through some pages and reading carefully. "Your wife did indeed have an affair with Mr. Balram during the last couple of months. The affair started after he started coming to your house daily to model for a portrait. For the first couple of days, she worked on the portrait. But then, according to my sources, she discovered she wasn't able to paint it too well, and got worried about completing it in time. On approximately the 4th or 5th day, a Mr. Tariq started coming to your house too."

"Tariq?" I said, wondering why the name seemed familiar.

"Yes, Mr. Tariq teaches the painting course your wife was taking." Salma said.

"Oh yes, her teacher. Tall old man?" I asked. Salma checked the paper, and said,

"Yes. Mr. Tariq, age 62, 6 ft 2, white hair, medium built. Instead of your wife, he started doing the portrait. Apparently so that your wife could submit it and complete the course."

"What? Why?" I said dumbfounded. Shilpa always complained about how strict and demanding Tariq was. I wondered why he would help Shilpa cheat on the course. But even as I thought about it, I knew the answer.

"Mr. Tariq and your wife have been having an affair for almost a year now." Salma said reading from the file "Their meetings would happen right before or after the class. And a few times, he also came to your house when you weren't there. And, from the information I have..... had you gone on a week long trip to Singapore four months ago?"

"Yes I had. For a sales training conference." I answered.

"During that time, your wife and Mr. Tariq went to Goa for a few days. They stayed at the D'Costa Resort in Vagator. Here are some pictures we were able to obtain." Salma said, sliding a some papers in my direction. I picked up the papers and looked at them.

They were color printouts of a few pictures. The first two showed Shilpa, dressed in a bikini with a leather strap around her neck, lying down on the beach and waving at the camera. The next two were of Tariq and Shilpa, hugging each other. The next one had them kissing. The next one showed her lying on the sand, face down with just her bikini bottoms on. And in the next two, she had turned on her side, displaying her boobs to the camera. As shocking as these pictures were, the next two were the ones that really blew my mind. The first one showed her on her knees, topless, with three white men standing around her with erect dicks. She had one dick in her mouth and the two others in each of her hand. The last picture showed her completely naked spread-eagled on her back, with Tariq's dick about to enter her, as she had another man's dick in her mouth. In all these pictures, Shilpa was wearing the leather strap in her neck, even when she was fully naked.

"Bitch!" I said, shocked at the pictures.

"I am sorry, Mr. Arun. It turns out that Mr. Balram is not the first man your wife cheating on you with." Salma said in a sympathetic voice. "Should I continue, or have you heard enough?"

"Please continue." I said, reaching for the glass of scotch and taking a sip.

"So back to how the affair with Mr. Balram started." Salma said, looking down at the file again. "Mr. Tariq came for a few days and painted the basic portrait, and Mr. Balram would pose for it. From what I know, and I have no solid proof for this, just based on what a single source said" she flipped a page, "Mr. Tariq....gave your wife an order to seduce Mr. Balram."

"An order?" I asked.

"Yes, just a second." she flipped back to the previous page and read for a few seconds. "As the leather ornament in your wife's neck in those pictures indicates, your wife was in a ....... subservient relation with Mr. Tariq."

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, confused.

"Well.... they weren't so much boyfriend and girlfriend as..... master and slave." she said shaking her head. "The kind of sexual perversions on comes to know of in this business, Mr. Arun, are just.... unimaginable."

"What do you mean, master and slave?" I asked.

"Well, I believe the lifestyle it called.....BDSM? Where a person, often a woman, willingly accepts to act like a slave...often sexual slave.... to a master, usually but not always, a man. Do you want me to google it and show you?" Salma asked pointing at her computer.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"No, that's OK. I understand." I said "Please continue."

"So Mr. Tariq ordered your wife to seduce Mr. Balram, and she did it. By wearing increasing fewer clothes, from what we know. Apparently, Mr. Balram initially resisted, because of his ties to your family. But in a couple of days, he could not resist your wife's......" she paused "machinations, and gave in."

"I see. So she was lying till the very end." I said picking up the glass and emptying the whole drink down my throat. Salma pushed the bottle closer to me and I poured myself another drink.

"After a few days, Mr. Tariq completed the basic outlines of the portrait, from which point your wife could continue further. And he stopped coming to your house. But the affair with Mr. Balram continued. After a couple of days, your maid, a Ms. Savitri, accidentally walked in on them having sex. Your wife had forgotten to lock the door and the maid was late that day. She walked in, assuming the door had been left open for her. And when she went to the room your wife paints in, she saw Mr. Balram and your wife engaged in copulation."

"I see." I said, taking a big swig of the scotch.

"Now it seems that Ms. Savitri and Mr. Balram had previously had sexual relations. After she saw your wife and Mr. Balram together, Ms. Savitri got very agitated. She attacked your wife in rage and they fought for a while. Eventually, your wife subdued Ms. Savitri with the help of Mr. Balram, and managed to eject her from the premises. But Ms. Savitri threatened to make your wife pay for her ways."

"This just keeps going deeper and deeper." I said, slurring a bit.

"Mr. Arun." Salma said, "I can stop whenever you wish."

"No, please, continue." I said, sipping some more scotch, bracing myself for the next revelation.

"According to my sources, that encounter left Mr. Balram rather shaken. He was already ridden with guilt because of his family connections with you. Now this encounter with Ms. Savitri further complicated the situation. He was also worried by Ms. Savitri's threat. He suggested to your wife that they should stop their affair, and tell you everything. Your wife refused. They argued, and he left. So that day, he came to your house for tea, hoping to tell you everything regardless."

"He wanted to tell me everything?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, according to my sources." Salma said.

"Who are your sources exactly?" I said, slurring and raising my voice.

"Now, now, Mr. Arun. I already told you." Salma said, "I can not reveal that. I am just telling you the information we gathered. Whether to believe it or not is up to you."

"That's not fair!" I said. "Anyway, he wanted to tell me, then?"

"Your wife was vehemently opposed to the idea. She used many means to stall him and manipulate him. For instance, when you were all seated at the dining table, she apparently kept playing with Mr. Balram's organ under the table. She threatened him saying she would report him for bang. And other things. That day, Mr. Balram finally changed his mind and gave in to your wife's wishes." Salma said.

"However, he told your wife that he would not come over for the portrait any more. The next day, when he did not arrive as planned, your wife called him up. But he did not answer her calls. So she went over to his house. His servant, a Mr. Mangal, whom you saw in that video clip you told me about, had been given orders by Mr. Balram to not let her in even if she came. So he stopped her from entering, and which point..." Salma turned another page and read, "your wife started disrobing at the door."

"She what??" I asked, unsure of what I had heard.

"She started disrobing at the door. Mr. Mangal, unaccustomed to a woman of her beauty and social standing exposing herself to him, gave in to her wiles. What ensued was sexual intercourse between your wife and Mr. Mangal. Mr. Balram heard the noises, and unable to resist the erotic scene he saw, joined in. And......" Salma paused and looked at me, and then continued. "The next day..."

"Who whoa, wait! The next day? You were just talking about what happened with Balram and Mangal. Did you skip something" I asked.

"Yes. It is.... not important, Mr. Arun. Just lurid details." Salma said.

"Read the whole thing!" I shouted, and Salma continued,

"Mr. Balram heard the noises and unable to resist the erotic scene he saw, joined in. And your wife had sex with both of them simultaneously. Mr. Balram penetrating her in the.....conventional manner and Mr. Mangal....." she paused and took a deep breath, "sodomizing her at the same time."

I closed my eyes and imagined the scene. Shilpa, my exquisitely beautiful wife, sandwiched between the fat old man Balram and his stick thin servant. Balram fucking her in the cunt, and Mangal fucking her in the ass. Whenever I had suggested anal sex, she had always dismissed it right away. And here she was, going around getting buggered by random servants?

"Now we come to the matter of the video clips." Salma said.

"Video clips? More than one?" I asked.

"Yes, the clip you saw was just one of the several taken that day. It is also the only one in which her face is not visible. In all the other clips, her face is visible. And.... the sex has been captured on the camera in great detail." Salma said.

"Oh fuck!" I said, realizing why the news of video clips circulating had made Shilpa run away. The other clips were out there too! For the world to see and identify my wife engaged in a sordid threesome.

"One thing though. All the other clips are....private." Salma said.

"What do you mean private?" I asked.

"I mean, they are not in circulation like the one you saw. As far as we know. We checked all websites where such clips and routinely uploaded, and none of the other clips have appeared there. The clip you saw, with her face hidden, is the only one circulating among the general public, as far as we know." Salma.

"Well, hurray!" I said sarcastically.

"The next day" Salma continued, ignoring my comment, "things got a little more complicated. Mr. Balram was at your house, posing for the picture. By this stage, we are told, your wife would routinely paint in the nude. There was very little painting actually. Mostly sex. That is when Ms. Savitri paid a visit to your house again. And she was accompanied by.." she flipped the page, "...four more men."

"Four men? Four? What men?" I asked.

"According to the information we have.....Mr. Shambhu who runs a paan shop on Maruti Road, Mr. Gurmeet who is a postman, Mr. Shyam who is a waiter in a restaurant, and a Mr. Pinku who is unemployed and homeless. Ms. Savitri directed the men to have sex with your wife as they pleased. There was a scuffle. Mr. Balram was manhandled by the four men and forced to cooperate. Your wife resisted their advances."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Hah! That's the first I have heard her resist advances from anyone but me." I said bitterly.

"Your wife resisted their advances for a while, but then was sufficiently aroused to cooperate. What ensued was an orgy in your living room, being directed by Ms. Savitri, in which your wife was ravaged by the men for the whole afternoon. Ms. Savitri also eventually joined in with Mr. Balram, and by the end of the whole incident, there was rapprochement between your wife and Ms. Savitri." Salma said.

"Any videos or pictures of that?" I asked.

"No." Salma said flatly and continued, "An understanding was reached between the two ladies, in which they would share Mr. Balram's company. Subsequently, your wife continued having relations with Mr. Balram and Ms. Savitri, and on other occasions with the other four men that Savitri had brought along."

"How often?"

"On a daily basis. And that is pretty much all the information we have on the events of the past few weeks." Salma said.

"Did she continue to sleep with other men in our house after I caught her and Balram together?" I asked.

Salma looked at the file and said,

"Yes, I am afraid so. According to the timeline we have pieced together, she had at least one of them men visit her for sex during the day, right until the day you came to me with this case. And the next day, she left you house and went to Mr. Tariq's farmhouse."

"Err...what?" I asked, sitting up straight.

"Yes, about a week back, the day after you gave us the case, early in the morning one of my men had just taken his position outside your house to keep an eye on your wife, when he saw her walk out of the house. She took an auto-rickshaw and he started following her on his scooter. He followed her to a farmhouse on the outskirts of the city. A farmhouse that we later found out belonged to Mr. Tariq. That is where she has been for the last many days."

I sat there, with my hand on my head. She wanted a break to think, she had said. And she was spending it with her lover.... or her master.

"What has she been doing there?" I asked wearily.

Salma picked up the phone and spoke in it,

"Rosie, did Johnny drop off the DVDs? Okay, bring them in."

Then she turned to me and said,

"I am not sure exactly what she has been doing there. My man hasn't written out his report yet. But he has managed to gain access to the farmhouse and taken some pictures and videos with a hidden camera. He burnt them into DVDs and was about to submit them with a written report when we spoke yesterday and you said you didn't want to know anything. So I told him not to bother."

That's when Rosie walked in with 3 DVDs and handed them to Salma.

"Then today when you called, I asked him to drop off these DVDs. They have pictures and clips from the farmhouse, and also the private clips from the time your wife had relations with Mr. Balram and Mr. Mangal. Here, they are yours." Salma said sliding them towards me. "You can watch them and get an idea what your wife has been up to for the last week. Frankly, I am sick of this whole case."

Salma closed the file, slid it towards me and got up.

"That is all, Mr. Arun. This file has the whole report in detail. It is yours. And please, don't bother paying me the rest of the amount."

"No, no, Ms. Salma" I slurred, getting up, "I insist. You worked hard."

"No, really, Mr. Arun, it's okay." Salma said.

I got up to thank her and leave, but I had trouble standing straight. I had drunk a little too much scotch, I realized. Salma also realized it.

"Mr. Arun, did you come by car?" she asked.

"Yes." I said, holding the chair for support.

"You are in no position to drive." Salma said and picked up the phone "Rosie, is Johnny still around? Good, send him over."

In a few seconds, the door opened, and a young non-descript looking man, whom I presumed to be Johnny, walked in.

"Johnny, this is Mr. Arun. Drive him home, and then come back." Salma said to him.

"Yes, Madam." Johnny said.

A few minutes later, I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car, almost ready to pass out, as Johnny drove the car. He drove the car silently for a while, until the fresh air coming in from the window sobered me up a little. I sat up and asked him,

"So you shot the farmhouse videos in these DVDs?"

He nodded.

"How bad are they?" I asked.

He kept quiet.

"Tell me how bad are they?" I asked again.

"Sir.... don't mind me saying this." he said politely "but your wife is the most sick depraved woman I have ever seen in my life. If my wife was even 1% as sick as her, I would have divorced her long back."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I am the stupid cuckolded by his disgusting wife." I said.

He drove in silence for a while more and said,

"I am sorry, Sir."

"Why are you sorry, man?" I asked. "She is the sick one. I am the cuckold. What's there for you to be sorry about?"

"Because..... I also fucked her, Sir. At the farmhouse." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Please understand, Sir. I didn't have a choice. It was an invitation only sex-club type thing. I had to gain entry to gather evidence. And once I managed to get an invitation through Salma Madam's contacts, I.....well...I had to do whatever or...whoever everyone else was doing." he said apologetically.

"Hmmmm." I said. "How was she?"

"Excuse me?"

"How was she? My wife? Was she a good fuck? You are the first man I am actually talking to who has fucked my wife. Well, about fucking my wife anyway."

"Sir....please....." he said hesitantly.

"Just answer me, dammit!" I yelled.

"She is...well, god has made her just for fucking men, Sir. She is a natural. And very talented. Does things with her mouth and cunt that I never thought possible. And her stamina...... that night I was.... probably the 20th man she was with. And yet, she was as enthusiastically involved as if I were the first." he said and stopped.

"Well, I am glad you got to taste my wife too. All men who have fucked my wife should form a voting bloc, I tell you. The number must be big enough to turn elections!" I said angrily.

Johnny kept quiet. In a few minutes, we reached my home. Johnny parked the car in the garage and escorted me to the door. He handed me the file and the DVDs and was about to go when I said to him,

"Give me directions to the farmhouse."

Johnny turned around and said,

"Let it go, Sir. Just forget her. Divorce her."

"Just give me directions to the farmhouse. Where exactly is it?" I growled.

"Sir, even if you go there. No one will let you in. It has tight security. You need invitation cards to enter." he said.

"Give me yours." I said.

"Sir, please, just let it go." he said.

I caught hold of his collar with both hands, pulled him close to me, and yelled,

"Give me the directions and the card, or I swear I'll kill you."

I felt a hard punch land in my stomach and I immediately let go of his collar. He kicked me a few more times in the stomach and I sank to the ground in pain.

"You asshole!" he shouted "How dare you lay a hand on me? I know you are in shock so I won't do anything more to you, but the last guy that tried to manhandle me now wishes he still had his hands."

Johnny spat at me, turned around and started walking away. He then turned back and walked towards me. I cowered, thinking he was going to kick me again, but instead he stopped in front of me. He took something out of his pocket and threw it at me.

"Here. This is the invitation card. The address and directions are on the back. I still think you are an idiot to want to go there. But go if you want. It's your funeral!"

I grabbed the invitation card with both hands and watch him walk out of the gate.


NOTE- Taking a break from my "Indian Wife Gone Bad" series for a few days. Writer's block of sorts. No point in continuing the story for the heck of it, if the quality falters, right?


At this point the author stopped story so

THE END

[cutiesri]

Wish it was continued.

[georgemercy]

Wish it was continued.

yes

[georgemercy]

I have 3 more parts of this story (not completely)  may I upload Ramesh_Rocky

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I have 3 more parts of this story (not completely)  may I upload Ramesh_Rocky

Yes please go-ahead

[pcirma]

aurelius1982 was one of the best writers.
Repped you.

[georgemercy]

Part 7

I sat on the ground in front of my door for a few minutes. Then I picked up the file, the DVDs, the invitation card to the farmhouse, and went inside the house.

 I was still groggy from the scotch and I felt a strong headache coming on. So I went to the kitchen and started making some coffee. A few minutes later, I was sitting on the couch, drinking coffee. In front of me on the table were the DVDs. I picked them up and looked at the covers. They were the usual blank DVDs with the standard cover. On the top of them were titles. One said "Shilpa Balram Mangal Clips". The second one said "Farmhouse 1 - Outdoor". The third said "Farmhouse 2 - Inside". 

I picked up Farmhouse 1, took out the disc, put it in the DVD player and turned on the TV.

 A grainy image filled the screen. This shot was clearly taken from a fair distance away. The farmhouse was visible, with a fence around it. Then the camera zoomed into the side of the farmhouse. To a window. And I saw Shilpa standing there, completely naked from the waist up. Nothing visible from the waist down. She was standing there, with a cigarette in her hand, smoking. I had never known Shilpa to smoke, so this was a surprise. Of course, compared to the massive earthquake-like shocks I had gotten from her recently, her smoking should barely register on the richter scale. 

She stood there smoking and staring out of the window into nothingness for a few minutes, and then someone joined her. The picture was grainy, but the man was clearly Tariq, her teacher...or should I say, her Master. He whispered something in her ear and she smiled. Then he reached around and grabbed her beautiful tits, and she rested her head on his shoulders. They were like that, talking for a few minutes. And then Tariq disappeared. Shilpa finished smoking her cigarette, stubbed it on the window-sill and threw it out of the window.

 As soon as she did that, she turned back suddenly, as if someone had called her. Tariq re-appeared again, but this time grabbed her hair and shook her head, pointing outside the window. From her lip movement, she seemed to be saying sorry. He pulled her back, and she disappeared from the view. The camera stayed focused on the empty window for a while more and then moved to the side of the wall. 

From there, appeared Shilpa, completely naked, except that now she seemed to have a black leather belt around her neck. Hooked to the belt was a leash, which Tariq emerged holding. He was dressed in jeans, but was shirtless, showing off his slim but chiselled torso. They walked to the backyard, and stopped at a point. Tariq yanked the leash hard, making Shilpa fall to the ground. The camera then zoomed in on her and showed her picking up the cigarette but she had thrown, using her lips. With the cigarette butt in her lips, she turned around, and walked back to the house, Tariq behind her. The clip got over. 

The next clip started. This seemed to be the front entrance of the farmhouse. There was a man standing there at the gate with a basket of fruits, looking at the door. The door opened and out came Shilpa. She was dressed in the tiniest and tightest black leather shorts. So tiny, that an inch shorter and it would be called leather underwear. On top she wore the skimpiest top...if you can call it a top. It was like the top of a string bikini, except it seemed to be made of leather too. The straps were thin. And the patches were big enough to only cover her nipples. And of course, the leather belt in her neck.

 The fruit seller seemed to be standing very still, probably surprised to see her. Shilpa walked to him very nonchalantly, and started picking out fruits from his basket and handing them to him, which he then put in a plastic bag. She paid him, took the fruits and went inside the house. The fruit-seller lounged around a bit, maybe hoping for another glimpse of my hot slut of a wife. But no one came out the door. So he left. And the clip ended.

 The next clip, a very long one, shocked me even in that state. Even after all this, I had not considered Shilpa capable of what I saw her doing. The camera was now on what seemed like the back of the farmhouse. The back door opened, and she walked out, wearing just a t-shirt (and of coruse the leather strap in her neck). She was completely naked from the waist down. Tariq was close behind, with some ropes in his hand. Shilpa opened the back gate of the fence and walked out and Tariq followed her. 

She then walked along the fence, and came to a point where a plank was missing from the wooden fence. Tariq pointed to it, and Shilpa immediately got on her knees and put her head through the fence. Her beautifully round butt jutted out at the camera, and Tariq could not resist spanking it a few times. She then put her hands through gaps in the fence, and Tariq began tying her hands to the plans in the fence. He tied both her hands tightly, pulled them to make sure they wouldn't come off. He then took a tube out of his pocket (probably lubricant), and smeared it all over her pussy and asshole. He then walked back inside the compound. 

Shilpa was left there, her head inside the fench, her torso covered by a t-shirt, but her butt, and of course her pussy wet and exposed in the daylight for anyone to see. Tariq who head walked back inside the house, now came out with some more stuff. He walked towards her head, on the inside of the fence. He took out a roll of tape and put it on her mouth, covering it completely. He then took a blindfold (the kind they give on planes to help you sleep), and put it over her eyes. And then he quietly turned around, and went back inside the house.

 The clip showed Shilpa just tied to the fence in that position for a long time. I took the remote and fast-forwarded it. Until I saw someone else on the screen. An old woman, with a basket of vegetables on her head approached Shilpa. She looked around, and seemed to be asking Shilpa something. Shilpa just wiggled her ass in response. The old woman hung around for a few more minutes and then walked away. 

She re-appeared a couple of minutes later, this time accompanied by the fruit-seller I had seen in the previous clip. She pointed at Shilpa, and they talked about something for a few minutes. Finally, the fruit-seller pointed in a direction and the old woman started walking towards it. He kept looking in that direction for a few minutes. Then he seemed to shout out something, probably calling her name. Waited for a response, and probably got no response.

 Almost instantly, he untied the knot of his pajama, and lowered it. He also lowered his underwear, and an average sized cock, fully erect, sprung out. He immediately got on his knees behind Shilpa and started fucking her. All the while, he kept looking in the direction the old woman had gone. In just a few minutes, he seemed to be done. He got up, spanked Shilpa's ass a few times, got dressed and left. 

In ten minutes, two more guys, also dressed like rural folks, like the first guy reached the spot. The speed with which they reached there suggested that the fruit-seller had told them that a great piece of ass was there for fucking. They both fucked her, and then left. 

Then came the really shocking part. A dog appeared out of nowhere. A dirty mongrel dog. Then came the really shocking part. A dog appeared out of nowhere. A dirty mongrel dog. 

He was sprinting by when he noticed Shilpa's butt and stopped. Slowly he went towards her and started sniffing her butt and pussy. Even in this grainy picture, it was obvious that Shilpa's pussy was leaking with the juices of all the men that had just fucked her. The dog poked her nose closer to the pussy, almost into it, and kept sniffing. He then walked away, and seemed to be barking, hopping from one side to another for a while. Then sniffed the pussy again. 

Shilpa clearly knew what was happening. Her eyes and mouth were closed, not her ears. But from her body language, she did not seemed worried by the dog's presence at all. In fact, when the dog moved away, she would wiggle her butt, poke it out, almost cajoling the dog to come back. The dog would get enticed, sniff her butt and pussy again, and then hop around again. 

I watched spellbound as this game between the dog and Shilpa continued, wondering where it would go next. Could it? Could she? I had read some stories and seen some porn videos many years ago about bestiality, but the thought of my young hot wife indulging in it seemed equally revolting and erotic. 

Finally, Shilpa made a move, so to say. When the dog was sniffing her pussy for the umpteenth time, she raised her right knee, which had been on the ground. She stretched her leg backwards. What this did was give the dog even greater access to her pussy which now opened up and more jizz started dribbling out. The dog bent is head and started sniffing further. In a second I realized that Shilpa's intention behind stretching her leg was not to give him greater access to her privates.... but give her some access to his. The leg stretched back and curved tentatively, as she touched the dog's sides with her dainty foot. 

And then...... the foot went below the dog's belly. And started poking at his dick, which was starting to come out of its furry sheath. As soon as the dog felt her foot touch his dick, he jumped back startled. Shilpa brought hen knee back to the ground next to the other knee and arched her back, making her butt jut out. 

By now, Shilpa's juices and her foot play had had an effect. I watched surprised as the dog's dick kept growing and advancing out of its sheath. And the dog did what its animal instinct told it to do when that happened. He tried to mount and hump the first thing he saw. Which was of course, Shilpa.

[RonitVyas]

Sexy piece of work!! Lovely!!

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[anjali]

Please continue the story

[georgemercy]

Part 8
The mongrel raised its front paws and put them on Shilpa's tshirt covered back...... and it suddenly hit me why Tariq had tied her there with a t-shirt on and not completely naked. He knew she would get fucked by a dog, and he did not want the dog's nails to scratch her body. Which made me
wonder..... how regularly had Shilpa been fucked by dogs too? On screen, the dog was humping, but unable to find the pussy to drill his dick into. His dick kept hitting her thighs or her butt. After about a minute of futile attempts, the dog finally met with success. And I saw Shilpa's legs and buttcheeks quiver as the dog cock entered her. 


Anyone who has seen dogs doing it on the street knows that they don't believe in starting off slow. The dog was hammering Shilpa's pussy hard, and she seemed to be liking it. Meanwhile the camera moved. Whoever was doing the recording, presumably Johnny, moved to the side to get a better view. And a better view it was, because it showed the actions sideways. 


The dog was pounding away at Shilpa really hard, his paws now next to her side, and her lovely boobs were swaying rapidly like two fleshy pendulums. I always loved looking at Shilpa's tits move when we had sex, but the speed with which they were moving no was uncomparable to anything else. The only thing this video wasn't able to show was Shilpa's face, which was on the other side of the fence. But I am sure it had the most primal and lustful expressions on it.


 After about ten minutes, the dog started fucking her even harder, and I noticed the knot in his cock expanding. He was cumming in her! Shilpa's cunt, which had already played host to more men than I could keep count of, was now being sprayed by dog cum too. Finally, the dog was done shooting his seed in her. And was stuck to her. He moved his paws to one side of Shilpa, and stayed knotted like that, one leg resting on her butt and the other on the ground. After a few more minutes, he brought the other leg over her butt too, and was able to turn around. 


Imagine the sight. My wife.... my supposedly sophisticated, artistic and loving wife, was stuck butt-to-butt with a stray mongrel dog, out in the open. The dog occasionally tried to pull away, but the knot had not shrunk yet. Finally, after about fifteen minutes or so, when the dog pulled, his dick came out of Shilpa's pussy. And a lot of his semen poured out of her cunt. 


The whole scene had been too erotic, and I realized I had a hard on. I grabbed the remote, and hit the rewind button to the point where the dog first appeared. And then, with my cock out, I started masturbating. I watched the whole scene again, jacking off my cock. Right from the dog sniffing her cunt, her enticing him, his mounting and fucking her rapidly, to their being stuck butt to butt. I started shooting a big loan of semen, and it sprayed all around....on my shirt, on the couch, on the table. It felt good.


 I continued watching the scene. It lasted for half an hour more, during the course of which, two more dogs fucked her. Now that her cunt reeked of dog semen, she was considered one of them, so there weren't the initial sniffing games like with the first dog. When the third dog was stuck butt-to-butt with her, three men came. They seemed agitated. Hearing the commotion, Tariq came out and started talking to them.


 Obviously, I could not hear the conversation, but it was kind of funny how the men and Tariq kept discussing something even as Shilpa was tied down there on her knees, stuck to a dog. At the end of the discussion, Tariq untied Shilpa, and opened her blindfold and removed the tape over her mouth. Rubbing her wrists, and her pussy turn by turn, she nonchalantly walked past the men, and entered the gate. She walked towards the door and the scene ended.


 And the next scene began. 


The next scene had taken place at night. It took place in the backyard lit by two light bulbs on the wall. With the already grainy quality of the picture and the dim light, things were not very visible. What I could make out though was that Shilpa was tied to the fence again. This time she was inside the fence. And she was not on her knees, but on her feet, bent over, and dressed in a leather teddy. And some guy was fucking her from behind as about four other guys sat on lawn chairs nearby, but Tariq wasn't one of them. As I paid more attention, I noticed that there was a gag ball in Shilpa's mouth, her eyes were closed, but the look of pleasure on her face, even in that dim light, was unmistakable.


 The guy got done fucking her and stepped back. I expected someone else to start fucking her, but instead, all four men got up and came towards Shilpa. They all had something in their hands. Two men had paddles, and two others had thin canes. They took positions all around her and started paddling and caning her ass. Really hard. I knew Shilpa liked to get spanked, but the force with which the men were hitting her was almost brutal. The camera zoomed in on her face, and tears were streaming down her eyes. But even though she was crying, I could tell that she was enjoying the punishment. 


The guy who had just finished fucking her sat on the chair for a while, watching the other men beat my wife's ass black and blue. And then he got up, moved to the front so he was next to her, and took the gag ball out of her mouth. He started speaking to her and she started replying. She was still crying, but whatever she was saying, did not seem to be a cry for help based on her expressions. The conversed for a while and then he moved to the back. He took the cane out of one guy's hand, and that guy moved to the front. 


He bent under Shilpa's body and then stood up facing her, between her tied hands and in the fence. He then grabbed hold of her hair and pushed her head down. From the angle the camera was at, I couldn't see her face, but it was clear that she was sucking his dick. 


Finally after a few more minutes, the men stopped paddling and caning her ass and got to fucking her one by one. I sat there on the couch, watching my leather-clad wife getting abused by four men, and I did not realize when I drifted into slumberland. 


The next morning, I had taken a day off from work. I was in my car, speeding towards the farmhouse to confront Shilpa and Tariq. I had the invitation on the seat next to me. At first glance, it seemed like a normal party invitation. But reading it made clear what it actually was.


 It said -


 "For seven days and seven nights - an exquisite female slave at your service to be used as you please. Entry by invitation only. Please display this card to the security at the entrance. The card will admit you and you alone. No other men. Only companions allowed are females younger than 40 and dogs. Address and directions below." 


That's what had been happening? Tariq's invitees were getting to fuck Shilpa, spank her, whip her, paddle her....do anything with her they please. And people were allowed to bring their dogs? I was sure that no matter what I had imagined to be happening at the farmhouse, the reality was more perverse and depraved than it. 


At about 10 a.m. I pulled up in front of the farm house. There were a handful of cars parked outside. As I opened the gate and walked in, I saw two burly men in blue uniforms standing in front of the door. As I walked up to them, one of the men said,


 "Invitation card?" 


I fished out the card from the pocket and handed it to him. He looked at it carefully, gave it back to me, and opened the door. As I was walking in, he said to me, 


"You should hurry, because she usually sleeps in an hour or so." 


I nodded and entered. In front of the door was a wall making up a small passageway. I walked along it and entered a big living room. The scene I saw was very erotic. A reasonably attractive woman who was not Shilpa, was dressed in a leather teddy, blindfolded and was on all fours. A man, completely naked except for a leather mask, was fucking her from behind. And in front of her was a casually dressed man slapping the woman. As I walked in, the two men looked at me for a moment and went back to abusing the woman. 


Across the room were two doors. I walked towards them, trying to locate my wife. I poked my head inside one door and saw an empty dining room. The other door opened into another passageway which had a few more doors. I opened the first two and peeked inside, but they were empty. I tried to open the the third door, but it seemed locked. I jiggled the knob, but it wouldn't open. Just as I was about to knock on it, a voice said 


"Don't disturb them." 


I turned around and saw the voice belonged to Tariq, standing at the end of the passageway. He was dressed in a plain red bathrobe, and had a cup in his right hand. As our eyes met, a look of recognition shone on his face and he smiled at me, 


"Arun! How nice of you to drop by!" he said. I looked at him. The last time I had met this man was when I had gone to pick Shilpa up from her class. He had been standing outside and Shilpa had introduced the two of us. 


"You bastard!!" I yelled, running at him with my clenched fist raised. He stared at me as I got closer, and just as I was about to punch him in the face, he rapidly ducked at the last second. My fist hit empty air, and I suddenly felt a hard punch land in my solar plexus instead. Tariq had punched me instead. I reeled at the impact and bent over. That's when I feel another punch land on my neck and then a chop in the back of my head. I felt the light fade from my eyes and I passed out. 


When I woke up, I was on a bed in on of the rooms I had earlier poked my head into. I sat up, holding my neck which still hurt. I got up and tried to open the door, but it was bolted from outside. I banged on the door and shouted for a while, but no one responded. That's when I heard a phone ringing. It was a small phone on the wall. I stared at it for a few seconds and then picked up the receiver and put it to my ear silently.


 "Arun?" Tariq's voice said. 


"Let me out of here, you son of a bitch!" I yelled into the phone. 


"I want to do that, Arun. And I will. But first I need an assurance." he said. 


"Open the fucking door!" I yelled. 


"I will. But first I want your assurance that you will not get violent. Let's talk like adults. If you assure me of that,


 I will let you out." he said calmly. I


 stayed silent, fuming.


 "If you do get violent, just remember how easily I knocked you out. I didn't do you any permanent damage, because I can understand your being upset. But the next time you attack me, I will break some bone in your body. So what do you say, Arun? Can we talk like adults without getting worked up?" 


"Fine." I said.


 "I need your solemn word." Tariq said. 


"I give you my solemn word that I won't get violent." 


The phone clicked and went silent. A few seconds later, the door opened.

[ezeekay]

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[pcirma]

I have 3 more parts of this story (not completely)  may I upload Ramesh_Rocky

Good Collection.
Repped you.
Please post the 3rd part.

[georgemercy]

Good Collection.
Repped you.
Please post the 3rd part.

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[georgemercy]

part 9 Last part 

 Tariq stood there, still dressed in the bathrobe a... Tariq stood there, still dressed in the bathrobe and nothing else, smiling and asked me to follow him. I got up and walked behind him as he lead me to a room which seemed like some sort of a study. There were shelves full of books, a table with a computer and some stationery, and some furniture. He sat in an cushioned oak chair and asked me to sit on another identical chair in front of him. "Where is Shilpa? I want to talk to her." I said. "Shilpa is busy right now. That closed door you knocked on before you attacked me? She is in there with a friend of mine and his wife. I have told her you are here, and she will join us after they are done with her." Tariq said. "What are they doing with her?" I asked. Tariq smiled, turned his head sideways and said, "What do you think they are doing with her?" I stayed silent. "Now, I want you to know something. And I hope you believe me." Tariq leaned forward in the chair and looked into my eyes. "I have been against hiding this from you from the very beginning." "Yeah, sure." I said, scoffing. "No, I am serious!" Tariq said sincerely, "When I collared Shilpa.... you know what collared means?" I shook my head, although I had some idea. "Collaring someone means officially making them your slave. That's what I did to Shilpa almost a year back." Tariq explained. "Anyway, right when I did it, I told her I'd prefer it if she just told you the truth. Explain to your her urges, her submissive instincts, and her rare needs that you could not satisfy. I said that she should tell you and leave the decision up to you. But she did not agree. I always believe in transparency." "So you If she is your slave, why didn't you just order her to tell me then?" I asked, speaking through my teeth. Tariq sighed and shook his head. "That's not how it works, Arun." he said. "My collaring her and making her my slave is limited to certain aspects of her lifestyle only. I don't tell her how to run her life in other ways. She is my slave only when she is wearing my collar. The rest of the time, she is free to do what she wants. I can only give suggestions. For example, her art." "What about her art?" I asked. "If it were up to me, I would have ordered her to give up these dreams of becoming an artist. I told her that in the first month she started taking lessons. She does not have the eye, the talent or the special gift to become an artist. She was just wasting your money and her time by continuing the lessons." Tariq said. This was news to me. I always considered Shilpa to be talented. But then, I was just a layman when it came to art. "Anyway, coming back to the point. I have always been of the opinion that you should know everything. And it might surprise you to learn that even whatever you know now, is thanks to me." Tariq said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, Arun.... this detective agency business...who do you think gave them all this information?" Tariq said with a genial smile on his face. "I did. That guy snooping around the house...Johnny? I spotted him right away on the first day. Caught him. Made him talk. And then told him the whole story." "What???" I asked, shocked. "Yeah. You think it is so easy to get into this house and take all the videos you must have seen? He could take those videos with his ridiculous "hidden" camera, only because I allowed him to. I am the one who gave him pictures of Shilpa and me from the trip to Goa. I am the one who told him everything that happened when that old neighbor of yours came over." Tariq said. "But....why?" I asked. "Because, like I said Arun, I want you to know." Tariq said. "You are a nice guy, who just happened to get unlucky. Who did not fully recognize what sort of woman he was marrying. Women like Shilpa..... they can never be satisfied with just a normal life, Arun." I stared at him questioningly. "This need that she has, this want, this hunger... to be dominated, ordered around, sexually used." Tariq continued "This is something she can not get rid of. She may suppress it for a while. But sooner or later, Arun, it was bound to get out. She had kept it in for too long. And when someone like me, experienced in these matters, came along, she was going to get into it. If it wasn't me last year, it would have been someone else two years from now." he said. "Okay...." I said, trying to completely digest and make sense of what I was hearing. "Not just that. I am not her first master, but her second one. She had a master before." Tariq dropped another bombshell. "What??? Who?? When??" I asked. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, this was a few years before she even met you. But it was not formally a master-slave relationship. She didn't know about the BDSM lifestyle and neither did he. I was just a "de facto" submissive relationship. Which lasted barely a month, and then ended when her parents found out." Tariq said. "Who was it?" I asked. Tariq clucked his tongue and said, "Not important. Ask her later. The point is, she had already recognized the thrill she got out of being submissive. And that part of her was always hiding in her, waiting to be stoked. And when I came along and recognized it, well, she became very easy for me to collar." "Alright." I said. "So I am glad it is out in the open. And I want to tell you my views on the situation. But before that, do you have any questions?" Tariq asked. I sat there staring at him. The 62 year old man, with completely white hair, old enough to be my father.... or even Shilpa's father. Just a few days back, I thought of him as the genial art teacher. And yet here he sat, wielding so much power. Sitting there in just a bathrobe in a stylish den, he seemed like one of those sophisticated villains from 70s Bollywood movies. Like Ajit or Pran. And my beautiful wife was his slave. Sleeping with others at his orders. How had things become to complicated, I wondered. "How did it all start?" I asked. "How did what start?" "How did you make Shilpa your slave?" I asked. Tariq got up and went to the table. He picked up a box of expensive looking cigars and offered me one. I declined. He took one out, lit it, and came back to the chair with an ash tray in another hand. Taking a puff from the cigar and inhaling it, he said, "Shilpa always had problems in the class. She was one of the worst students. And she always had trouble with the simplest of assignments. So I often had to scold her, or criticize her in front of the class. Now of course, it was a class of adults, so I would never scold them too severely. But with Shilpa, i was beginning to lose my patience. So my rebukes of her got stronger and stronger, when she showed no signs of improvement." "After a few weeks" Tariq continued, "I noticed something. She almost seemed to enjoy my berating her in public. She would stand there with a sad look on her face, looking down at her feet. But from the way she fidgeted and something blushed, I started suspecting that she liked being told off. That's when it first struck me - maybe she is a closet submissive. So once, just to test out my theory, when she made a mistake, I really yelled at her in front of everyone. I called her stupid, talentless, retarded, someone who should not even be allowed to touch a brush, much less paint. She started crying in front of everyone and rushed out of the class." As much as Shilpa had shown herself to be a degraded slut, the thought of a stranger insulting my wife in public still got me a little upset. "My reasoning was.... if she isn't submissive, she can just quit the class and never come back. Or at least complain about my insulting her to the college. But if she is submissive, she will not do anything. And that's what happened. She did nothing. Turned up to class the next day as if nothing had happened. I decided to take one more step. I told her that because of her mistakes the previous day, I had a punishment for her. She had to hold her ears and do ten squats in front of the whole class. And she quietly did it. Which proved it to me. This woman likes being humiliated and dominated." Again, the thought of my wife doing squats like some errant college kid bugged me. But like Tariq said, she had an option to just walk out. "Now here's the thing. She was taking my public insults and punishments gladly, but others in the class started getting uncomfortable. Two women and a man spoke up, saying I was being too hard on Shilpa. And this was not some military college. They also said that if this humiliation of her continued, they would report it to the college. So I went all contrite, apologized for crossing the line, apologized to Shilpa, and kept mum." Tariq said. "After that, mindful of the other students, I toned down my rebuke of her. Even if she made mistakes, I would quietly point them out and that was it. Often I would just ignore her mistakes. And I saw a curious pattern emerge. Her mistakes got more and more glaring, and more and more frequent. It was almost as if she was begging to be yelled at or punished. often she would call me over to her easel and show me her work and it was clear that the mistake had been made on purpose. Even an artist as bad as Shilpa could not have made them." "So what did you do next?" I asked. "I decided I had to test her limits. But I could not do it in class. So one day, I asked her to meet me the next day half an hour before the class in my office. She reached ten minutes before I asked her to come. She knocked on the door, and I asked her to come in and close the door behind her. She did, without any hesitation. immediately, without any preface, I started scolding her about her mistakes, and she kept saying sorry. I said sorry does not cut it any more. I would have to punish her." "Then came my first test of her limits. I asked her to bend over the table. She did. I took a ruler and started spanking her ass, over the jeans she was wearing. She did not object. I spanked her about 20 times, and stopped. She stayed bent over. I asked her to get up and leave. And I said if she kept making mistakes, I would punish her even more. She nodded and left, and I started preparing for the class." "She made more mistakes, didn't she?" I asked. "Bingo!" Tariq said, stubbing out his cigar "That next day she made the kind of mistakes even someone with arthritis wouldn't make. She was begging for more punishment. Again, I told her to come to my office the next day. This time, I noticed she wore a knee length skirt. She hardly ever wore skirts to class before. It was almost always jeans. Again, I asked her to close the door, and went over the mistakes she had made, calling her stupid, useless and idiotic. She kept staring at the floor silently, as if waiting for things to move forward." "So I took them forward. I asked her to come and lie down on my lap, face down. Obediently, she did. I lifted her skirt up, and noticed, not very surprised, that she had worn a thong. Another sign of her wanting more. Since she had done such a great job of baring her ass to me, I spanked her using my hand, and on her ass cheeks. And I spanked her. She winced and yelped, but they were clearly yelps of pleasure and pain. After spanking her for about a minute, I noticed a distinct wetness being visible at her pussy." "After that, these spanking sessions became very regular for a few days. Often, she would come to my office even if I hadn't told her to come. And without saying anything, either bend over the table, or lie down in my lap. And always, she would get wet. After about a week of this spanking, I decided to test her limit further. I asked her to come home with me after class. And she readily agreed, although she did say she'd have to leave in time for her to be home when you got back. When we got to my home...my home in the city, not this farmhouse.... I told her to take off all her clothes. She readily did." "And then?" I asked.

[KevinSkywalker]

super update, thanks for the 3 updates

[tweeny_fory]

super erotica story
one of the best enjoyed one

[tarred]

excellent

[xbiilove]

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