Adultery God Save The Devil by strtlr69

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Manoj: "Don't waste time - yours and ours. Go away or open up."

Apathy was the only emotion one could feel for Ajay and Shyamali too.

Shyamali was crying severely as Ajay came near her, to open her clothes.

Shyamali: "What kind of a man are you? You are opening your wife's clothes for these strangers."

Ajay was the one crying now. He opened the top two buttons of her top. Shyamali desperately clutched on to her top, to hide all she could. Ajay pleaded her to co-operate, Shyamali pleaded him to stop. The more she pleaded, the more Ajay went dead inside. The more Ajay went dead inside, the more alive I was. I was once again watching every second of it through the web based CC TV.

Ajay had undone all her buttons. He was now undoing her skirt hook. Shyamali was having a tough time holding her top, crying, pleading and stopping Ajay from opening her skirt. Ajay cried like a baby as he undid her buttons and hook. It was time now to open her top and skirt too. He appeared as if he was a dead man. He tried to show as if Shyamali's pleas were falling on deaf ears but the fact was that his soul was experiencing each and every sob of hers. He begged her to let him open her things so this ordeal was done and over with sooner. He finally removed her top and skirt as well. She stood there in a classy lingerie set, trying to hide as much of herself with her hands - one on the crotch and the other one on the breasts.

Ayub: "She is a classy whore indeed."

Manoj: "I would pay anything to get her out of these bra and panties. How much do you think her rate is?"

Ayub: "I wonder for whom she wears these lovely lingerie set. I am sure she is a whore."

I could see it, on my monitor, that Manoj and Ayub were overdoing it. I sent them a sms - "Stop your cheap comments. It is time for cheap actions, not on Shyamali but on Ajay."

My sms confused both Manoj and Ayub. They were short of ideas on the new twist. I did not want anyone to touch the trophy wife. After all, it was my revenge and I should be the one having her first.

Ayub was the devious one and he got the perfect idea to go ahead.

Ayub: "Now that she has opened her dress, you too open everything you are wearing. By everything, I mean your underwear as well."

Manoj: "Darling, don't just stand their hiding your assets. Be the whore that you are and serve us food. If you hide your body for one instance even, I will open your bra and panties as well."

It took Shyamali many minutes to gather herself and do what Manoj had just asked. She just served them the food. Manoj and Ayub loved it much seeing her in her undergarments. Their excitement was quite visually obvious, their tent poles.

Ayub: "We will not touch you if you follow what we tell you. You can count on our word for that."

Shyamali was much relieved to hear that.

Ayub: "Bring a chilled beer bottle from the refrigerator, open it."

She did as asked.

Manoj: "Now put it on our lips and make us drink it. The sheer idea that you will do so makes me so very excited. Do it, fast."

Shyamali was experiencing the oddest moments of her life. She had done this once with Ajay and there was so much love in that moment. Today she felt nothing, totally numb. Her body, her body smells, her curves, her cleavage were totally exposed in front of these two strangers. They were enjoying it like wolves. She just hoped and wished that they kept their promise of not touching her body.

Ayub: "I wish to drink as well from your hands."

Shyamali had never felt so humiliated in her life. She really felt as if she was a cheap whore serving her clients.

Ajay in the mean time had opened all his clothes and was watching all this happening. He just stood their covering his penis with his hands.

Manoj: "It seems he is a shorty."

Ayub just laughed and they both insulted him all they could as they drank beer from Shyamali's hand.

Ayub: "She smells so nice. I wonder how she tastes."

Manoj: "Not an issue, you will also come to know how she tastes."

Shyamali shuddered hearing this.

Shyamali: "Sir, but you promised me that you will not touch me, force me. Sir, please I beg you."

Manoj: "We will keep our words. We will not touch you."

Ayub: "Then how will you taste her genius?"

Manoj: "Take a big gulp of beer from this bottle and transfer all of it into my mouth. I will not touch your lips but yours can always touch mine."

They both started to laugh, exchanging high fives and all. I was not able to hear what was happening but I was able to see everything. I could sense it from their action that something odd was happening. They had started to rub themselves more as Shyamali took a gulp from the bottle. Making her drink was fine with me but when she started to get close to their mouth - I gave them a ring. I clearly conveyed to them that no one touches her at all.