Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY SERVANT

(LAST PART)

Anupama kept sobbing as Gopal leered at her lustfully. With one swift violent move of his hand he tore away her blouse exposing her white bra. The sudden jerk made my wife cry out loudly while trying to hold on to the torn blouse. By now, Gopal was sitting on my wife’s pelvic region and had her well bound under him. With both her hands, she was covering her chest and holding the shreds of the blouse. Gopal tried hard but could not manage to push away her hands. He slapped her a few times. I could even hear the ringing sounds of the slaps. She still didn’t let go and Gopal went on hitting her. Each slap brought out loud spasmic cries of pain from my wife. The exhaustion and pain made my wife’s hands go limp as Gopal snatched away the blouse. My wife’s body again jerked up in pain, as he tried to tear away the bra too, without unhooking it.

“Pleaase no, please noooo” my wife managed a weak plea amid her constant crying.

My wife was lying on the bed with ample areas of her waist, stomach and chest exposed, to the gaze of our servant, except the bra covering her breasts. So eager was Gopal’s to get a feel my wife’s breasts, that even without taking off her bra he started pressing them. He would have been pressing quite rough and hard, as more sounds of pain escaped my wife’s mouth. This was the first direct assault on my wife’s body, which she had so far so carefully protected from the gaze, let alone touch of any other person but me. She was known in her family and professional circle as a very dignified and reserved person.

Anupama couldn’t bear the feel of another man touching her like that and she tried to push away his hand from her body, but not with much success. And Gopal seemed to be enjoying Anupama’s resistance and discomfort. He had a devilish smile as he kept pressing her breasts. Helpless, my wife’s sobs turned into loud tearful crying. This seemed to increase Gopal’s pleasure. He brought his face down to my wife’s bra covered breasts and started sucking one of the breasts through the fabric of the bra itself .
My wife tried pushing his head away, but instead Gopal without raising his face from her breasts, pushed her face away with his left hand and kept it pressed against the bed.
Then with a deft movement of his right hand he unhooked her bra and pulled it away. Now my wife’s entire upper body, including her ample fair breasts, was bare naked below Gopal. He quickly removed his own shirt too and placed his entire weight on her body . His bare chest rested on my wife’s semi-naked body crushing her breasts with his body weight. My wife tried to desperately wriggle away, but Gopal was too strong for her. He started rubbing his chest in circular motion on my wife’s upper body. The look on my wife’s face was one of complete revulsion, hate and helplessness. She kept trying to push him off and even punched his back with her hands, but it didn’t seem to make any impact on him. She was crying relentlessly. Gopal dragged himself a little lower and took one of my wife’s nipples in his mouth. This made my wife pull Gopal away holding his hair. It must have hurt him this time as he winced in pain and sat upright. He was glaring angrily at her.

“Sali, kutiya , sali randi” Gopal abused my wife as he slapped her hard on her face. The impact made my wife’s face swing away to the opposite side.

Angrily he tugged at the rest of her clothes. My wife held his hands as he was trying to remove her sari.

“Gopal, main bheek mangti hoon, mukhe chordo” my wife pleaded “please, aisa mat karo. Mera zindagi barbaad mat karo”
(“Gopal, I beg you, please leave. Don’t do this. Don’t spoil my life”)
Gopal was like a predator who was in no mood to leave his prey. Indeed my wife looked like a helpless prey as Gopal pushed away my wife’s hand, but my wife clung on to her sari. Gopal tried hard but she wouldn’t. Irritated, he slapped my wife hard again. The impact of the slap made her loosen her grip on her sari. The slap was hard and she was in a temporary daze. Gopal took advantage of the moment, and pulled her sari down leaving her only in her petticoat. I have to admit that my wife looked very sexy and sumptuous lying like that on the bed. Hurriedly, Gopal tried to pull away her petticoat too, but by then my wife was again resisting our servant’s attempts to strip her.

“Pleeeeaseeeeee Noooo” My wife begged in vain to Gopal

“Haath hataa kutiya, aaj main tujhe apna randi banaoonga” ordered Gopal.
(“Remove your hands bitch, I will make you my whore today”)

“Nooo Noooooo…” Anupama’s pleas were drowned by the ringing sounds of another slap. And another. He slapped her two-three times continuously, leaving my wife shocked, unable to speak, only shaking spasmodically in jerky sobs. She was crying non-stop all through the ordeal.

Despite my curiosity, I was feeling terribly angry with Gopal for handling her so brutally.

Very roughly, Gopal pulled out the petticoat through her legs and feet. The sight of seeing Anupama’s naked smooth fair body, only clad in a panty, seemed to suddenly drive Gopal crazy. He dropped his pants and underwear in a record speed. By the time my wife realized, he was standing in front of the bed totally naked. Anupama tried to get up, but he instantly pushed her back on the bed forcefully, and literally jumped on her. She was buried under him. I couldn’t see her properly, but could hear her muffled crying.
I could see Gopal’s right hand move lower down to his pelvic region. He was gyrating his groin on top of my wife’s and with the help of his hand he pulled her panty down to her knees and with his leg he pushed it further down to her ankle. My wife was absolutely helpless and unseen under Gopal’s body. With a final flick of his toes, Gopal pushed her panty away from her feet onto the bed. Now both Gopal and my wife were stark naked, bodies crushed against each other, and the only sounds heard were of my wife crying. Anupama’s hands were trying to push him away from top of her, but he was much heavier and stronger for her delicate hands.

With a sense of urgency, Gopal parted my wife’s legs with his legs and then arched his pelvic upward, as if to position himself correctly. He lifted the middle of his body in the air and at that moment I saw his penis. I was shocked. It was massive - much bigger than mine, though whole body size wise he was smaller than me. But I was more shocked when I realized he was preparing to enter my wife. Normally during our lovemaking we have a lot of foreplay and that lubricates my wife’s vagina. But I was sure my wife’s vagina must be dry now and will hurt badly, if Gopal tries to enter her unlubricatedly with his massive penis.

While pinning down my wife’s hands with his hands, Gopal lowered his pelvic region back onto her, until his penis was right in front my wife’s vagina. My wife was going on crying fitfully and pleading with a muffled voice. I could sense she had become very weak physically with all the struggle and resistance.

Suddenly with a heavy powerful push Gopal entered my wife, making her scream out in extreme pain. My wife was almost delirious with pain. She was alternating between loud screams of agony and muffled incoherent pleas, as Gopal continued to push deeper into Anupama’s vagina. Tears were trickling down her cheek. I was feeling very sorry for her. I was wondering whether after witnessing the torture of my wife like a mute spectator, would I be able to forgive myself ?

Gopal was merciless and ruthless, as he thrust his cock hard into my wife’s vagina. But it was refusing to go in easily, compelling Gopal to use all his brute force. And each thrust brought out heart wrenching screams from my wife. Gopal didn’t seem to bother much about Anupama’s pain rather he was busy satisfying his animalish lust. When he finally penetrated my wife’s vagina completely, he pulled it out with equal ferocity making my wife gasp. And without a second’s rest he thrust his cock right back into her vagina – with even greater speed and force. Anupama screamed in pain.

It was too late for me to leave for home or call the security officer. And anyway calling the security officer when the deed has been done would serve no purpose but only cause more embarrassment. I kept watching.

Slowly, the speed and frequency of entering and withdrawing his cock from my wife’s vagina kept increasing, like the piston of a steam engine. My wife’s body too was moving up and down the bed with each thrust of his cock. Though her eyes were closed, tears were still trickling down from them. She was tighly holding the blanket on the bed with a clenched fist as she kept crying and groaning in pain.

Gopal’s face was moving up and down over Anupama’s face, as his cock went in and out of her. My wife clinched her fist even tighter as Gopal kept violently ravaging my wife. I was just hoping she wouldn’t faint or anything like that, as for a long time she hadn’t opened her eyes. Her painful groans and pleas were getting more and more muffled whereas Gopal was getting more and more loud and vocal

“Ahhh…uhhhh..oooohhh…ahhhh..uhhh..mmm” Gopal was huffing and puffing as his body movement got into a rhythm

“ahhh, ohhh, Kya choot hai teri, meri randi” he panted out lewdly “kya chudti hai tu…..ooohhhhh”
(“What a pussy you have. How nicely you fuck !”)
“ahhhh…Mazaa aa raha hai naa ab saali ?…. aaahhhh” he asked my wife, who was in no position to reply and just kept her eyes closed.
(“ arent you now enjoying it, bitch?” )

“mmmmm….abey saali bol, mazaa aa raha hai na ? hai tera pati ka inta bara lund?” he went on “ohhhhh…..teri choot ras se kitna bheeg gaya hai”
(“c’mon bitch tell me , aren’t you enjoying it? Do your husband have a big cock like this? You pussy is so wet now !”)

I couldn’t believe my ears. No way could my wife be getting wet by this brute’s fucking. He surely must be just going on an imaginative vicarious trip to satisfy himself.

Not getting a reply, Gopal started pumping his cock even harder, bringing out groans from my wife. Gopal smiled .

“Accha lag raha hai na ?” Gopal asked in between his heavy breaths.
(“arent you liking it ?”)

Gopal just wouldn’t give up. He was mistaking my wife’s groans of pain, as signs of pleasure.

Still getting no reply, Gopal completely withdrew his cock out of her. My wife gasped as Gopal’s massive cock completely moved out of her body. But then something which caught my eye, surprised me. As Gopal’s cock moved out, Anupama’s pelvic region arched upwards trying to not let go off his cock !! At least it seemed so. But, It couldn’t be, I thought. My eyes and Gopal’s words must be playing tricks on me. I watched on
Then Gopal placed the tip of his cock back on the entrance of my wife’s pussy, but instead of entering it he stayed still and waited. But he didn’t have to wait for long, as within a fraction of a second, my wife’s pussy as a reflex action, seemed to push itself upwards towards Gopal’s cock and taking a bit of it inside. Gopal looked very pleased at what happened, but I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it. Was my wife’s body out of her control, was it reacting on its own to Gopal’s cock ? As I was thinking I saw Gopal push the rest of his cock into my wife’s pussy with a single powerful thrust. In an instant his cock completely disappeared into my wife’s pussy, bring out a loud moan from her.

I was dumbfounded by what I saw.

As Gopal increased his pace, Anupama’s moans also got louder and more frequent.

“ahhhhhh,…ohhhhhhhhh..ahhhhh…ohhhhh” my wife kept rambling

“Mera lund kaise lag raha hai ?” Gopal asked with a wicked smile
(“You liking my cock ?” )

I was sure she couldn’t be enjoying such a big cock. It must be tearing her vagina. Gopal is just imagining things in his mind. And moreover, Anupama was never comfortable with even a bit of dirty talking, let alone the filthy lewd language of this illiterate brute.

But when I saw my wife’s pelvic region going up and down to meet each thrust of Gopal’s cock I was unsure. She wasn’t laying still the way she was a few minutes before, but now her body was moving, in rhythm with Gopal’s.
Maybe it’s just the reflex action of her body, I reasoned. I was sure; her mind must be hating it. She must be repulsed by this beast on top of her.

Anupama was holding the blanket very tightly in her fist by now, almost crushing it.

“Memsaab, aankh kholo” Gopal urged my wife.
(“Madam, open your eyes”)

My wife was surprised he used the word ‘memsaab” again and she opened her eyes. Gopal’s face was right on top of her, just a few inches separated them.

Moment her eyes were fully open, Gopal began to thrust his cock harder and faster into her pussy brining out gasps and moans from her. She begin to close her eyes perhaps not comfortable meeting our servant’s gaze.

“Aankh mat band karo memsaab, mai itna vi bad surat nahi hu” Gopal instructed as he pushed hard into her.
(“don’t close your eyes’s madam. I am not that ugly)

I was surprised again when she heeded Gopal’s instruction and kept her eyes open.

Gopal was looking straight into her eyes, but she was avoiding his direct stare.

“ohhhhhh….memsaab….ahhhhhh……. kitna tight ho tum” Gopal gurgled as he thrust hard.
He kept calling out to my wife as “memsaab” and would thrust hard each time he called her so. It became a pattern. Gopal seemed to be enjoying calling my wife so, while fucking her, but astonishingly, it seemed to effect my wife too.

Every time he called her so, Anupama would look at him directly into his eyes. After a point she didn’t take her eyes away at all. As my wife and our servant fucked, they kept staring into each other’s eyes. She had a glazed look, and every time she groaned her mouth would open into an “O” shape. I must confess, seeing her like that was giving me a raging hard on.

Seeing my wife like that, Gopal too got very keyed up. He pulled himself back a bit and raised my wife’s legs on either side of his shoulders. He started ramming his cock into her pussy as fast as he could, while holding her leg up, pointing towards the ceiling.
This new position made my wife squirm and wriggle. Unable to assimilate the new sensations she bit her lips and wound her legs across Gopal’s neck.

She was groaning loudly and by now I was certain those were sounds of pleasure, not pain. I should have felt jealous and angry at seeing my wife enjoying sex with another man, that too with our servant, but instead, I was aroused like hell. I had to masturbate! Making sure that the door to my chamber was locked, I took out my cock and began to jerk off.

By now Gopal had again lowered himself, but didn’t reduce the speed or force of his thrusts. My wife was by now out of control of her senses and shamelessly moaned with pleasure, looking into our servant’s eyes.

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh memsaab” Gopal moaned again “memsaaaaaaab”
(“ohhhhhhhh madam”)

“ohhhhhh…haaaaaan…gopal” my wife responded as she placed both her arms on his shoulders.
(“yesssssss Gopal”)

This was her first words and response to Gopal. My cock stirred and throbbed seeing this sexual union, seeing my wife in the throes of pleasure.
“ohhhhhhhh…memsaab , mera lund se chudna achcha lag raha hai na ?” Gopal asked
(“madam don’t qyou like to get fucked by my cock ?”)

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……haaaaan…” my wife replied in between her heavy moaning and panting
(“ohhhhhhhhh yesssss”)

The depraved conversation was making precum ooze from my cock

“ohhhhhhhhhhhh…..mmmmmmmm memsaab mera ras nikalne wala hai” Gopal announced
("ohhh madam, my semen is about to come out")


“ahhhhhhhh cum in me” Anupama replied in English which Gopal most likely wouldn’t have understood , however I did !

How come my wife was allowing Gopal to cum inside her womb ?? She was not protected! Strange are the ways of lust.

Her permission for Gopal to cum inside her brought me to the brink of my own orgasm !!


“main chod raha hoon tumhe memsaab” Gopal stated the fact to heighten his arousal, and without realizing even my wife’s.
(I am fucking you madam !”)

“Haaannnn….Gopal…… humlog chudai kor rahe hai” Anupama replied but this time in Hindi
(yes Gopal we are fucking)

“tum aj se sirf meri biwi ho, memsaab ?” Gopal asked my wife
(“madam from now on you are only my wife?”)


“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..haan Gopal…. aj se mai suchmuch tumari hu,” my wife replied trying very hard as her own breathing quickened. (Yes Gopal from today I am only your wife)
“Aj se har roj chudenge tume memsab, Thik hai na” Gopal asked her
(We will fuck everyday madam)
“Offffff haaaaa …… fir korungi mai…….ekbar job ho hi gaya hai………….”
(yes… we will do…….when we already started……)
Aaaaaaaaahhhh …… Memsab tumari choot bohut tight hai (you have a very tight pussy)
Ufffffffffffffffffff…..ha gopal……bachcha paida nahi kia na avitak is liya……
(yes….because I have never gave birth)
Meri bachcha paida korogi memsab……gopal asked while humping her very hard.
She did not answer this time.
Gopal again asked “Bolona memsab…… mera bachcha ki ma bonogi???
Haaaa…….Uffffffffffffffffffff……ha baba ….bad me dekhenge soch ke…….
(Yes I will think about it later)
I could see Anupama too was approaching an orgasm. She started breathing very hard
("ohhhhh yess, Gopal")
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mera ras nikal raha haiii..mmmmmm … tere choot ke andar…ahhhhhhhhhhh” Gopal announced his orgasm and held my wife tightly.
(“ my semen is flowing out into you”)

Anupama began to shudder too. Gopal realized he had brought my wife to an orgasm. Very pleased he put his lips on my wife’s and began to kiss her. My wife responded enthusiastically and they both began to kiss, lick , suck, almost devour each other lips, mouths and tongues.

Their bodies were intertwined, his cock inside my wife’s pussy and lips locked tightly. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Even I began to ejaculate cum all over my office table.

Both their orgasms went on and on as they just wouldn’t stop kissing. But eventually their never ending orgasms came to an end too. Gopal just lay still on my wife for a while and then rolled off. I could see Gopal’s semen leaking out of my wife’s pussy.

Gopal spoke first.

“Tumari jaise bore ghor ki gore gore biwia kitna mast hoti hai na?” Gopal asked in his typical crass language. With a naughty smile now he said “mazaa aa gaya teri garma gorom choot marke”
(“high calss wifes are very sexy. I really enjoyed fucking your hot pussy”)

Anupama didn’t say anything, she gave him a sexy smile and just covered her naked body with a blanket.

“Abhi kya sharmati hai?” Gopal said with a laugh “ maine sab dekha bhi ,aur chakha bhi”
(“now why are you so shy ? I have seen everything and tasted everything”)

My wife didn’t reply to this either she was thinking something very deeply laying under the blanket.

I was surprised again. She had suddenly changed after her orgasm. Now she seems to be liking his crass language .

“Kya hua memsaab ?” Gopal asked as he removed her blanket forcefully with a little resistance from her.
(“What happened madam?”)
Anupama tried to hold on to the blanket but she was too late. Once the blanket was removed I could see, my wife lay cuddled up in a foetal position.
Jao avi mujhe tang mat koro……mujhe akela chor do……mujhe kuch sochna hai.
(Don’t disturb me now. I want to stay alone….I want think about something)
Gopal smiled and said “teri bore bore norom norom dudh daba diya…..tere upor chorke tuje chod diya….ab keya sarmana or kaya sochna. Jo hoga dekha jayaga.
(I pressed your big soft breasts, fucked you riding on you…..now there should not be any shame or worry. We will manage what happens to us now.)

“Tume pata hai humne aj keya kiya ?” Tum vul rahe ho ke mai sadi suda hu. (“Oh, Do you know what we have done. Don’t forget that I am a married woman?”)

“Maloom nahin kya ?” Gopal said mockingly “tunhe apne nauker se chudwai !”
(“You don’t know what you did ?!! You got yourself fucked by your servant!”)

Pl mujhe sochne do……mera pati agar jan jayaga to to tume suchmuch hi jel jana parega.
(If my husband knows about it you will have to go jail)
Hum dono ko agar yeah sob hor roj korni hoi tab hamdono ko thora smalke chalna chahia.
(Mera pati ko agar shok ho gaya to muskil ho jayaga. Yad rakho aj ke bad tum kavi mere sath jabardosti mat korna. Mai tume bata dunga kob hum dono fir sex kor sakte hoi. Mouj mostia hum log korenge lakin samaj bujhke. Mai nahi chata ke meri husband mujhe divource de de. Mai use bahut payar korti hu. Uske bagar ji nahi sakta hu mai. Yeah yadh rakhna.
( If you want me to fuck you regularly then you have to promise me that you don’t force me for it again. You have to be very careful about our affair. My husband should not get any kind oh hints. I love my husband very much. To have some extra martial fucking I don’t want to get a divorce from my husband.)
Gopal laughed again. “pehele to randi jaise chudwai , ab sati savitri banti hai!”
(“First you fucked like a whore, now you behave like a saint!”)

Faltu bat mat koro Gopal….. tume agar mere sath sona hai to mai jaise bol rahi hu ayyase hi tume korna parega. (Don’t talk rubbish….if you really want to sleep with me then you have to follow my instructions.)
Achcha baba…..achcha. Ab bolo madam tum keya chahati ho.
(Ok….OK tell me what you want.)
Jab ghar me mera pati rahega tab mere sath tume ayse hi bat karna parega jaise tum pahele korte the. Tum kavi vi unke raite hua mere sarir me hat dalne ki kosis nahi koroge or mujhe kisi taraka isara or fusurfusur nahi cahia.
(when my husband will be in home you have to behave carefully with me)
Or job oh nahi rahega tab? Gopal asked (when your husband will not be in home …then?)
My wife smiled but didn’t say anything.
Bolona madam tob keya hoga?
(Goplal again asked for the answer)
“Tum jaise chate ho…….. mai tumari biwi bonjaoungi or tum mere patidev bonjaoge”.
(My wife shyly answered “you will be my second husband then”)
They started laughing together.

When I returned home from office Anupama acted normally. Like nothing unusual had happened.
I never told her that I have seen everything that happened between them. Now it becomes an addiction to me to watch them remotely from office. Seeing my wife fucking my servant wildly and acting like husband and wife in my absence always makes me very hot.
(END)