19-04-2019, 10:34 PM
HOW MY WIFE BECAME A WHORE
LAST PART
I had expected the distinguished Dr. Dinesh to be a tall handsome impeccably dressed man. I couldn't believe that he was actually sitting down on our sofa in the living room of our third floor apartment and I was playing the good host. Dr. Dinesh was balding, overweight, sloppily dressed and he had his arms around my lovely sexy wife, Sunanda.
I judged men by their socks. If someone's socks covered feet began to emanate an unmentionable
odor, he definitely got a failing grade. If they had holes, the pair did not match and the elastic that
held it over the ankles were worn out, the score didn't improve. Dr. Dinesh failed miserably in my
test. How did Sunanda stand to be near this man.
"Sunanda is a very sexual woman. You are a lucky man," the doctor said. He munched on a tortilla
chip. I mumbled, "Thank you." It was not the answer I wanted to give. I went to the kitchen to fix
myself a drink. "Such a nice beautiful figure your wife has. I really missed it. The way she was so proud of it
and always willing to please," Dr. Dinesh said as I walked back into the living room. "Isn't that true,
Sunanda?" His hand was massaging her breast right in front of my eyes.
"I did my best to please you," my wife replied. The doctor had arrived just half an hour ago and he was wasting no time. Sunanda seemed to have snuggled closer. She wore a knit top with spaghetti straps sans bra and the doctor took advantage of this. His hand easily slipped inside and his fingers were actually touching and fondling my wife's nipples. My wife looked straight at me as she enjoyed the sensation.
This was all happening too fast. "Dr. Dinesh, would you like to take a shower to freshen up from your long trip?" I asked hoping that he would remove his hand from her tits. I wanted to prolong the inevitable.
Still groping my wife's tits, he said, "That's a wonderful idea, Anoop." To my wife, he said, "Sunanda, we shall bathe together like old times." My wife never mentioned sharing the shower with the doctor while in India. I tried to have eye contact with Sunanda but she looked the other way.
"Forgive my manners," the doctor said to Sunanda. "Please ask your husband to come and watch us."
I stood frozen. Never before have I felt such a loss of control. I wanted my wife to resist this man. I wanted to know that she was still for me. He nudged her to say something. "Anoop, would you please watch me bathe Dr. Dinesh?" she said. She didn't seem to say it reluctantly.
I glared into Sunanda's face. She knew that was all I could do. I mumbled, "OK." I felt powerless. This was going to be a very long week. Like in most apartments, our bathroom was cozy. With another stiff drink in my hands, I put the lid down and sat on the pot.
My wife was giggling in our bedroom. She and the doctor were there together removing their clothes. I kept gulping down my drink. My wife entered first followed by the doctor right behind her. His semi-erect pecker gently poking her young well-formed buttocks as they walked in. As she turned on the shower adjusting the temperature, he groped my wife's smaller than average but perky breasts. She submitted totally to his fondling and even turned slightly so that he could access them better. To my surprise, my wife turned her head up and let out a moan.
"Women are more sensitive to another man's touch than that of their own husband's. No matter how
much they deny, they prefer to have a variety of men," the doctor said. His cock had grown bigger. It was
as long as mine but definitely broader in girth.
My wife had an awesome body but being naked in front of this doctor, she looked enticing. Her flat tummy smoothing its way to the triangular patch was a sight that would bring lust even in the holiest of men.
"Would you like the usual?" Sunanda asked the doctor. She did not pay any attention to me. "Definitely," he spoke with a strong accent pivoting his head from side to side, an affirmative gesture in South Asia. He carefully sat down on the side of the tub and opened his legs. As my wife turned off the shower, I studied the doctor's penis, its veins and its ridges. It looked menacingly at me. That piece of meat had been in my wife's pussy at least fifty times from her accounts. It had shown its ugly head again, literally.
"Dinesh Ji I really love your dick," Sunanda said. She was on her knees, her face inches away from his purplish organ. She held it with familiarity, stroking the underside of the organ with the web between her forefinger and thumb. The other hand cradled his balls while her fingers like tentacles pleasured the skin surrounding the sac including occasional forays into his anal orifice.
I felt dizzy. Sunanda gingerly licked up the oozing precum from the tip of his rod. She held the base of his cock with her hand and began sucking on his rod with enthusiasm that I
had not seen from her. My wife never enjoyed sucking my cock and did it half-heartedly only upon my
persistent requests. "Enough," the doctor said pushing my wife's head from his pecker. My wife got off her
knees, bent forward with her hands against the tiled wall for support. Her perfect ass was waiting for his
well lubricated dick.
Well my wife did mention that the doctor would never let her finish the blowjob. He always wanted to cum inside her pussy. At least that was the truth. Seeing his semen on her lips and chin was a sight I was not prepared for. "Um," my wife mouthed as I watched for the first time another man penetrate his dick into my
wife's pussy. I was frozen. Sunanda was enjoying this too much. He was slipping his wide body jet with
authority, grinding it deep into her hidden flesh feeling its enveloping warmth that was once only for me.
Still I hoped that this was a dream. I was not willing to register what my eyes witnessed and my
ears heard: the grunting from the doctor, the succulent moans from my wife, his balls slapping my
wife's flesh as he thrusted himself in and her willful participation. Like a jackhammer, the doctor pounded my
wife. I poured the rest of my drink down my throat, anxiously waiting for the elusive numbness. I was
determined to survive these next days and to get the doctor ten thousand miles away from my life.
I believed that my wife's moaning was an act to please the doctor, to show him that he was a good
lover. Even that hope was shattered as I realized my wife's body tensed and twisted in a fashion that I had
only seen a handful of times in my 5 years of marriage. My wife had a hard time climaxing and here she was going to do just that in front of my eyes.
"Oh, fuck me. Don't stop," my wife said between her moans. She had never talked dirty to me. Her breasts jiggled deliciously as the pounding from the doctor continued without abatement. Being bent over with her legs slightly apart, her body rippled with convulsions at the moment of truth. I had never felt so inadequate in my life before. The doctor kept pounding away.
I wanted to ask the doctor when will he deposit his seed into my very willing wife. But I kept quiet and waited for this event to take place. I was tired sitting on the pot watching my wife being taken by another man that I was actually glad when Dr.Dinesh finally ejaculated. My wife stayed bent over just to humiliate me further with the sight of his spunk oozing out around her labia.
Anoop, your wife wants to show you how much she has enjoyed herself," Dr. Dinesh said with a
laugh. His penis still erect glistened with Sunanda's juices. "Why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded to
the doctor. My wife had turned on the shower again.
"You are taking this personally, my friend. Sunanda was like a flower waiting to bloom. But she never knew what energy was being imprisoned deep within her soul. You didn't have the key and you were keeping her like a caged animal because you didn't know any better," the doctor said. "We don't need you to save us, especially if it means making my wife into a slut," I countered. Sunanda was in the shower and was beckoning the doctor to come in.
"I am saving her and she wants to be saved," the doctor said as he joined my wife in the shower.
The intimacy displayed in the shower sickened me, my wife's young flawless body caressing the middle-aged body of the doctor. She was washing him with a tenderness she definitely lacked for me. I felt I was a nobody.
"Why are you staying in this marriage?" I asked Sunanda later that evening. She wore her sexiest
and shortest black satin robe and nothing else. The doctor and I were sitting on the sofa while Sunanda
prepared us some hot Indian tea. "Because I love only you and you are the one with whom I want to stay," she replied. Her face looked radiant. It seemed that the good hard fucking from the doctor made her more beautiful.
"Your words and your actions are worlds apart," I said as she handed me the tea. With every
step she took, her well trimmed triangular patch was exposed.
"You really are an engineer. You see everything as either black or white," Dr. Dinesh said. He was relaxed and in high spirits.
"Do you expect me to stick around in this marriage?" I questioned my wife.
She sat down. The thin fabric did not hide her hardened nipples. "I wish you would. I always pray to god for that.
Why? Why? Why? I asked again
Because I love you from my heart" she replied.
"Then why are you being a slut?" I asked.
"Because you don't know what a woman wants," Dr. Dinesh answered for my wife.
"Sunanda, answer me. Why have you become a slut?" I asked again.
"She had found something that she was missing from your marriage and you. I don't think she can explain it to you," Dr. Dinesh interjected again.
"Bullshit” I thought.
“Now tell me what you expect from me now” I asked her calmly.
She smiled a little. But she did not say anything. Just excused herself from there and went to our bedroom for preparing the bed. Dr. Danish started again “Well she expects you to let her fly, and enjoy her newly discovered sexuality. She expects you to understand her enormous sexual needs that you will never be able to fulfill. You should understand her needs for verity…….. I mean her intensions of making love to other potential and strong men. You should know that not every women likes monogamy. As a responsible husband you should give her all your love and tolerance. You may have been average in the sex department, but you can give her something that she will never get from anywhere easily. And that is love. She knows that very well too. I advice you to wait patiently for the time when she will comeback to you for love.
"Bullshit” I shouted. Doesn’t she understand my pain and humiliation?
Dr Danish said “look some women likes to give intense pain and humiliation to their loved one. Sunanda is that type”. Why can’t you suppress your ego and enjoy being a cuckold. Do you know who many men in this world fantasies cuckolding. Do you know how desperate they are to fulfill their fantasy?
With that little speech he went to our bedroom.
It was definitely cramp on our queen size bed. Sunanda dispensed her little piece of lingerie that she was wearing and squeezed herself between the doctor and myself. I was ignored as her naked body gave its full attention to the equally naked doctor. Jolts of jealousy ran through me whenever her smooth body brushed against mine.
"I want to be on top," Sunanda whispered between tender kisses. I wanted to turn away, but I
didn't. I watched as she straddled him. She moved up and down riding his strong cock. With every stride,
she swayed rhythmically, tossing her hair. The sight would have been very erotic, if it wasn't my wife
acting like a pure slut.
"Sunanda's breasts are a joy to fondle," Dr. Dinesh said as he was enjoying my wife's eager moves.
His hands were playing with her mammary glands.
I finally turned away and buried my head under my pillow. I tried to sleep but I may have dozed off a couple of times throughout the night. I counted without enthusiasm three sessions of lovemaking. Surprisingly my wife had an orgasm on all the sessions. At last I started crying silently. I don’t know how long. She must have felt that I was crying. She turned me to her side. I saw Dr. Dinesh was sleeping quietly. She whispered in to my ear “don’t cry darling. He is not going to stay forever”. She then pushed her one breast in to my mouth. Then she whispered again…..suck me baby suck me hard. I felt her tight nipple in my mouth. It was wet with Dineshji’s saliva. I started to suck her nipple madly. “Let me help you to ejaculate, I am ignoring you for last couple of days” she whispered again. She then started playing with my cock. Within a few minutes I started ejaculating my entire load in to her hand. After that I don’t know when I was in deep sleep. When I woke she was cuddling with Dr. Dinesh.
As I left for work, groggy from lack of sleep, I glanced one more time at my sleeping naked wife, cuddling the middle-aged body of the doctor. "Good morning," Dr Dinesh said as I walked out of my bedroom.
The next few days were crucial days in the completion of my employer's multi-million dollar project. Friday I could only get home around 9:00 p.m. I made several calls home to my wife but she would not divulge much about anything. When I did come home, I was certain they had started their activities before I arrived which proceeded well into the night on our queen sized bed.
Spells of depression overwhelmed me everyday. The only thing that held me together was the fact that the doctor was leaving in two more days. Other than that, the fact that my wife was able to reach an orgasm every time she was fucked by the doctor troubled me.
On Friday night, I arrived home earlier. As I turned the key on my apartment door, I heard the animated conversations among men. My stomach turned. As I entered, I immediately noticed two guys sitting with Dr. Dinesh. I didn't recognize them but I immediately categorized as they are someone without the best intentions for me.
" I was relieved to see Sunanda had her clothes on, preparing snacks and drinks in the kitchen. She didn't wear her bra though and the shape of her breasts with the protrusion of her nipples was clearly evident for all to see.
"This is Dr. Gopalan, Sr. heart specialist and he is Dr. Anil Sharma a Sr. Gynecologist." Dr. Dinesh introduced me to them. They are from India and they have landed here last night to attend the same convention. We are all old friends. I shook their hands and sat down on the table with the three men figuring out their intentions.
"Please join us for 'teen pati'," Anil said. His sinister moustache wiggled as he spoke. Anil produced a pack of cards as Sunanda placed three glasses of scotch whiskey with water.
"Dr. Dinesh, would you mind having this game at the hotel they are staying I asked Dr. Danish secretly.
"Sunanda invited my friends here and it would be impolite to have them leave. She knew them from India" Dr. Dinesh said whispering. He was shuffling the cards. "Well, alright," I said. I had no idea why I was not putting a fight. Sunanda had probably twenty orgasms in the last five days and in my two years of marriage; I could only remember giving her that pleasure four times.
"Come, join us," Dr. Dinesh said as he dealt me three cards. I had a drink poured out for me and I
gulped it down. "Come sit here," Gopalji commanded my wife. His hands were patting his thighs. Anil Sharma was studying my face for any reaction as Sunanda sat down on the middle-aged gentleman's thighs. He seemed amused that I had become nothing more than a cuckold.
"You're a good man, Anoop," Anil said. He won the first hand. Gopalji place his hand between my wife's
legs right at her crotch. Sunanda didn't attempt to remove his hand and sat on his lap rhythmically
swaying her buttock over his stiffening rod. I hoped her black polyester boot-cut pants will remain on her
throughout the evening, but I wasn't counting on it. "That feels good," Sunanda moaned as Gopalji's
hands were inside her sheer top feeling her little titties. "Her breasts are very bouncy, nice to hold
and grab," Dr. Dinesh commented. It didn't matter that I won the next two hands. Probably I was the only one concentrating on the game. My face had become contorted into a scowl, a look of humiliation and helplessness. My wife looked vibrant. She tingled with electricity, an excitement that stirred somewhere deep
within her legs. She peeled off her pants and her thong and practically jumped on Anil Sharma. Her pussy and her tight butt have now been exposed to these men and news of what was going to take place would definitely spread far and wide.
Dr. Dinesh and Gopalji helped remove my wife's top for Anil's benefit. "Wonderful," he said
before mouthing a good portion of her breast. His hands roamed up and down her smooth back. She,
meanwhile, grinded herself, like a professional lap dancer.
I was a coward. I allowed my wife to become a slut. I wanted to hide as these men casually
and without fear began enjoying my wife's body. "I cannot wait," Sunanda said as she proudly
walked without a single stitch of clothing into our bedroom with Anil Sharma in tow.
I gulped down my second glass of the potent liquor and played another round of 'teen pati'
with the Dinesh Ji and Gopalji. In the meantime, my wife was allowing Mr. Sharma to fuck her on our bed
and in our bedroom. My wife was moaning loudly so that we could all hear as we sat on the table.
Dinesh Ji had a big smile on his face.
"Anil is very clever in sex. He can get women to have big orgasms. I just don't know how he does it,". Dinesh Ji said. He folded his cards and grabbed a handful of potato chips. He flipped a winning hand on the table. Great! I was losing in the card game, knowing my wife was having sex with a sex-god and worst of all, she was moaning louder than she did even with DineshJi. My world was quickly swallowing me up. I hoped Gopalji was terrible in sex. I couldn't take anymore humiliation today.
"Why don't you go, see and learn something," Dr. Dinesh suggested me. Try to improve your skills of fucking your wife so that you can control her more.
Like a defeated man, I stood up and proceeded to my bedroom hoping that the door was locked. Part of me wanted to see but the rest of me would probably be unable to handle it. The knob turned and I saw my wife on the bed in the midst of passion. Anil was penetrating his monster deep into my wife. She had her calves over his shoulder and her pussy rose for maximum penetration. I stood outside the open door watching my wife stripping every last ounce of dignity left in me.
There was no acknowledgement of my presence. I was just an outsider to them. My head was spinning
and I closed the door softly. Back at the table, I picked up my cards.
For no better word, it was a 'shriek' that emanated from Sunanda's attractive mouth. The hairs in
my body all stood on ends. We all knew that she experienced the ultimate sensation magnified ten-fold.
Worse than that, I expected my neighbors to rush in any moment, wondering what unholy act just took place.
Anil emerged like a triumphant gladiator wrapped in my terry cloth robe. The smirk on his face was an ugly sight to see. "She will take some time to recover," he said.
"Well, I hope she does," Gopalji said. I couldn't figure out whether that was a wise-crack or his selfish concern. The cards were being dealt again. Sunanda emerged in a daze. Her hair was tousled and she walked passed us straight to the sofa. She had nothing on. When she sat, her legs were apart. Spunk like molten lava was creeping its way
to the upholstery. The men ignored her but I kept glancing her way. The men were immersed in the card game. The bets were getting higher. My winnings were getting sporadic. I didn't notice Sunanda was sitting
on Gopalji. Her arms were around his neck. The game went on. "Let's fuck now," Sunanda was whispering.
Gopalji was on a streak. He ignored my wife's sweet requests until he got a couple of losing hands. Then they left together to the bedroom.
I folded. I got the worst cards possible, a two, a three and a five of different colors. My wife's moans weren't as loud as half an hour ago. She was enjoying another man's penis shovings its way into her insides right now and I realized that whatever I said would have made no difference.
"Sunanda will come back to her senses," I said. "She has come to her senses," Dineshji said. There may have been words to say or actions to take. As long as my wife wanted these men, I was powerless. I didn't even have enough dignity to leave my wife. Most dangerous thing is that very slowly I have started to like this cuckolding idea. So I played on while my wife was alternated by Anilji and Gopalji. In the end each of them had taken her two more times and they left satisfied.
"Let's take a shower," my wife said to Dr. Dinesh.
I ended up doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen area. They went straight to our bed
after drying themselves off. When I finished getting the apartment in order, I went to lie down next to my
wife with the doctor on top of her, sliding his prick into her. Soon I managed to fall asleep.
The doctor finally left on Sunday night. Sunanda informed me that before leaving he wants to talk to me in private. We sat on our dining room. Sunanda started to clear the mesh on our bed. Dinesh ji told me “let me first give you some information regarding your wife. She thought you wouldn't be able to handle it, but now I think you are capable enough to handle this information. When your mother in law was released from the hospital, I told Sunanda that she had completed her obligation. I also told her that her mother is almost out of danger and now she could go back to her husband waiting in America. But as you know, your wife had stayed about a month after her mother returned back home from the hospital. In that month, she came back every night to me, to submit her body." She was eager even to go back to my buddies on Friday nights. She likes to be treated as a whore. I want to ask you 3 questions for the betterment of your future. Your wife requested me to ask these questions because she doesn’t want to ask you on her own. I said Ok.
First tell me that do you want to divorce your wife…..I mean do you want her to live with you or not?
I said “ yes….I want divorce………but I think practically that is not possible because I love her to much and I am very much emotionally involved with her.
“Thanks for your honest answer, Dr. Dines replied. Now my second question. Do you fully understand that you will never satisfy your wife’s physical needs? After sleeping with me and my buddies your wife was transformed in to a different woman . she has rediscovered the depth of her sexual desires. Now she knows what she wants sexually. You can’t even satisfy 50 percent of her physical needs. Don’t get intimidated by my comment. It’s not your fault. You are actually an average player in sex games. But your wife deserves a champion”.
I said “yes……I now fully understand what you are saying.”
”Fine………now my last question. You have to understand that your wife is a human being and not a saint. She will definitely bring her other potential mates here to satisfy herself. I mean….she may bring other strong and powerful men to your apartment to enjoy herd sex that will satisfy her fully. She requested me to tell you clearly that she does not like to go to a cheap motel room and enjoy fucking other men behind your back. Instead she wants to bring those men to this apartment. Do you think that you can tolerate the humiliation and pain you may have when she will enjoy hard sex with them in your bedroom with or without your presence. Do you like to be a cuckold?
“Yes…….I think I can tolerate…….I answered quickly”.
Well….then good luck for you. Another thing…… what I did to you for last couple of days, pl… don’t take it personally. You wife requested me to stay with you in this house so that she could check your tolerance level.
I think you have passed with distinction. She was right you love her to much and that’s why she do not wants to leave you. Now allow me to leave and pl. go to your bed room. Your wife is waiting there and she is very nervous about your decisions.
(END)
LAST PART
I had expected the distinguished Dr. Dinesh to be a tall handsome impeccably dressed man. I couldn't believe that he was actually sitting down on our sofa in the living room of our third floor apartment and I was playing the good host. Dr. Dinesh was balding, overweight, sloppily dressed and he had his arms around my lovely sexy wife, Sunanda.
I judged men by their socks. If someone's socks covered feet began to emanate an unmentionable
odor, he definitely got a failing grade. If they had holes, the pair did not match and the elastic that
held it over the ankles were worn out, the score didn't improve. Dr. Dinesh failed miserably in my
test. How did Sunanda stand to be near this man.
"Sunanda is a very sexual woman. You are a lucky man," the doctor said. He munched on a tortilla
chip. I mumbled, "Thank you." It was not the answer I wanted to give. I went to the kitchen to fix
myself a drink. "Such a nice beautiful figure your wife has. I really missed it. The way she was so proud of it
and always willing to please," Dr. Dinesh said as I walked back into the living room. "Isn't that true,
Sunanda?" His hand was massaging her breast right in front of my eyes.
"I did my best to please you," my wife replied. The doctor had arrived just half an hour ago and he was wasting no time. Sunanda seemed to have snuggled closer. She wore a knit top with spaghetti straps sans bra and the doctor took advantage of this. His hand easily slipped inside and his fingers were actually touching and fondling my wife's nipples. My wife looked straight at me as she enjoyed the sensation.
This was all happening too fast. "Dr. Dinesh, would you like to take a shower to freshen up from your long trip?" I asked hoping that he would remove his hand from her tits. I wanted to prolong the inevitable.
Still groping my wife's tits, he said, "That's a wonderful idea, Anoop." To my wife, he said, "Sunanda, we shall bathe together like old times." My wife never mentioned sharing the shower with the doctor while in India. I tried to have eye contact with Sunanda but she looked the other way.
"Forgive my manners," the doctor said to Sunanda. "Please ask your husband to come and watch us."
I stood frozen. Never before have I felt such a loss of control. I wanted my wife to resist this man. I wanted to know that she was still for me. He nudged her to say something. "Anoop, would you please watch me bathe Dr. Dinesh?" she said. She didn't seem to say it reluctantly.
I glared into Sunanda's face. She knew that was all I could do. I mumbled, "OK." I felt powerless. This was going to be a very long week. Like in most apartments, our bathroom was cozy. With another stiff drink in my hands, I put the lid down and sat on the pot.
My wife was giggling in our bedroom. She and the doctor were there together removing their clothes. I kept gulping down my drink. My wife entered first followed by the doctor right behind her. His semi-erect pecker gently poking her young well-formed buttocks as they walked in. As she turned on the shower adjusting the temperature, he groped my wife's smaller than average but perky breasts. She submitted totally to his fondling and even turned slightly so that he could access them better. To my surprise, my wife turned her head up and let out a moan.
"Women are more sensitive to another man's touch than that of their own husband's. No matter how
much they deny, they prefer to have a variety of men," the doctor said. His cock had grown bigger. It was
as long as mine but definitely broader in girth.
My wife had an awesome body but being naked in front of this doctor, she looked enticing. Her flat tummy smoothing its way to the triangular patch was a sight that would bring lust even in the holiest of men.
"Would you like the usual?" Sunanda asked the doctor. She did not pay any attention to me. "Definitely," he spoke with a strong accent pivoting his head from side to side, an affirmative gesture in South Asia. He carefully sat down on the side of the tub and opened his legs. As my wife turned off the shower, I studied the doctor's penis, its veins and its ridges. It looked menacingly at me. That piece of meat had been in my wife's pussy at least fifty times from her accounts. It had shown its ugly head again, literally.
"Dinesh Ji I really love your dick," Sunanda said. She was on her knees, her face inches away from his purplish organ. She held it with familiarity, stroking the underside of the organ with the web between her forefinger and thumb. The other hand cradled his balls while her fingers like tentacles pleasured the skin surrounding the sac including occasional forays into his anal orifice.
I felt dizzy. Sunanda gingerly licked up the oozing precum from the tip of his rod. She held the base of his cock with her hand and began sucking on his rod with enthusiasm that I
had not seen from her. My wife never enjoyed sucking my cock and did it half-heartedly only upon my
persistent requests. "Enough," the doctor said pushing my wife's head from his pecker. My wife got off her
knees, bent forward with her hands against the tiled wall for support. Her perfect ass was waiting for his
well lubricated dick.
Well my wife did mention that the doctor would never let her finish the blowjob. He always wanted to cum inside her pussy. At least that was the truth. Seeing his semen on her lips and chin was a sight I was not prepared for. "Um," my wife mouthed as I watched for the first time another man penetrate his dick into my
wife's pussy. I was frozen. Sunanda was enjoying this too much. He was slipping his wide body jet with
authority, grinding it deep into her hidden flesh feeling its enveloping warmth that was once only for me.
Still I hoped that this was a dream. I was not willing to register what my eyes witnessed and my
ears heard: the grunting from the doctor, the succulent moans from my wife, his balls slapping my
wife's flesh as he thrusted himself in and her willful participation. Like a jackhammer, the doctor pounded my
wife. I poured the rest of my drink down my throat, anxiously waiting for the elusive numbness. I was
determined to survive these next days and to get the doctor ten thousand miles away from my life.
I believed that my wife's moaning was an act to please the doctor, to show him that he was a good
lover. Even that hope was shattered as I realized my wife's body tensed and twisted in a fashion that I had
only seen a handful of times in my 5 years of marriage. My wife had a hard time climaxing and here she was going to do just that in front of my eyes.
"Oh, fuck me. Don't stop," my wife said between her moans. She had never talked dirty to me. Her breasts jiggled deliciously as the pounding from the doctor continued without abatement. Being bent over with her legs slightly apart, her body rippled with convulsions at the moment of truth. I had never felt so inadequate in my life before. The doctor kept pounding away.
I wanted to ask the doctor when will he deposit his seed into my very willing wife. But I kept quiet and waited for this event to take place. I was tired sitting on the pot watching my wife being taken by another man that I was actually glad when Dr.Dinesh finally ejaculated. My wife stayed bent over just to humiliate me further with the sight of his spunk oozing out around her labia.
Anoop, your wife wants to show you how much she has enjoyed herself," Dr. Dinesh said with a
laugh. His penis still erect glistened with Sunanda's juices. "Why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded to
the doctor. My wife had turned on the shower again.
"You are taking this personally, my friend. Sunanda was like a flower waiting to bloom. But she never knew what energy was being imprisoned deep within her soul. You didn't have the key and you were keeping her like a caged animal because you didn't know any better," the doctor said. "We don't need you to save us, especially if it means making my wife into a slut," I countered. Sunanda was in the shower and was beckoning the doctor to come in.
"I am saving her and she wants to be saved," the doctor said as he joined my wife in the shower.
The intimacy displayed in the shower sickened me, my wife's young flawless body caressing the middle-aged body of the doctor. She was washing him with a tenderness she definitely lacked for me. I felt I was a nobody.
"Why are you staying in this marriage?" I asked Sunanda later that evening. She wore her sexiest
and shortest black satin robe and nothing else. The doctor and I were sitting on the sofa while Sunanda
prepared us some hot Indian tea. "Because I love only you and you are the one with whom I want to stay," she replied. Her face looked radiant. It seemed that the good hard fucking from the doctor made her more beautiful.
"Your words and your actions are worlds apart," I said as she handed me the tea. With every
step she took, her well trimmed triangular patch was exposed.
"You really are an engineer. You see everything as either black or white," Dr. Dinesh said. He was relaxed and in high spirits.
"Do you expect me to stick around in this marriage?" I questioned my wife.
She sat down. The thin fabric did not hide her hardened nipples. "I wish you would. I always pray to god for that.
Why? Why? Why? I asked again
Because I love you from my heart" she replied.
"Then why are you being a slut?" I asked.
"Because you don't know what a woman wants," Dr. Dinesh answered for my wife.
"Sunanda, answer me. Why have you become a slut?" I asked again.
"She had found something that she was missing from your marriage and you. I don't think she can explain it to you," Dr. Dinesh interjected again.
"Bullshit” I thought.
“Now tell me what you expect from me now” I asked her calmly.
She smiled a little. But she did not say anything. Just excused herself from there and went to our bedroom for preparing the bed. Dr. Danish started again “Well she expects you to let her fly, and enjoy her newly discovered sexuality. She expects you to understand her enormous sexual needs that you will never be able to fulfill. You should understand her needs for verity…….. I mean her intensions of making love to other potential and strong men. You should know that not every women likes monogamy. As a responsible husband you should give her all your love and tolerance. You may have been average in the sex department, but you can give her something that she will never get from anywhere easily. And that is love. She knows that very well too. I advice you to wait patiently for the time when she will comeback to you for love.
"Bullshit” I shouted. Doesn’t she understand my pain and humiliation?
Dr Danish said “look some women likes to give intense pain and humiliation to their loved one. Sunanda is that type”. Why can’t you suppress your ego and enjoy being a cuckold. Do you know who many men in this world fantasies cuckolding. Do you know how desperate they are to fulfill their fantasy?
With that little speech he went to our bedroom.
It was definitely cramp on our queen size bed. Sunanda dispensed her little piece of lingerie that she was wearing and squeezed herself between the doctor and myself. I was ignored as her naked body gave its full attention to the equally naked doctor. Jolts of jealousy ran through me whenever her smooth body brushed against mine.
"I want to be on top," Sunanda whispered between tender kisses. I wanted to turn away, but I
didn't. I watched as she straddled him. She moved up and down riding his strong cock. With every stride,
she swayed rhythmically, tossing her hair. The sight would have been very erotic, if it wasn't my wife
acting like a pure slut.
"Sunanda's breasts are a joy to fondle," Dr. Dinesh said as he was enjoying my wife's eager moves.
His hands were playing with her mammary glands.
I finally turned away and buried my head under my pillow. I tried to sleep but I may have dozed off a couple of times throughout the night. I counted without enthusiasm three sessions of lovemaking. Surprisingly my wife had an orgasm on all the sessions. At last I started crying silently. I don’t know how long. She must have felt that I was crying. She turned me to her side. I saw Dr. Dinesh was sleeping quietly. She whispered in to my ear “don’t cry darling. He is not going to stay forever”. She then pushed her one breast in to my mouth. Then she whispered again…..suck me baby suck me hard. I felt her tight nipple in my mouth. It was wet with Dineshji’s saliva. I started to suck her nipple madly. “Let me help you to ejaculate, I am ignoring you for last couple of days” she whispered again. She then started playing with my cock. Within a few minutes I started ejaculating my entire load in to her hand. After that I don’t know when I was in deep sleep. When I woke she was cuddling with Dr. Dinesh.
As I left for work, groggy from lack of sleep, I glanced one more time at my sleeping naked wife, cuddling the middle-aged body of the doctor. "Good morning," Dr Dinesh said as I walked out of my bedroom.
The next few days were crucial days in the completion of my employer's multi-million dollar project. Friday I could only get home around 9:00 p.m. I made several calls home to my wife but she would not divulge much about anything. When I did come home, I was certain they had started their activities before I arrived which proceeded well into the night on our queen sized bed.
Spells of depression overwhelmed me everyday. The only thing that held me together was the fact that the doctor was leaving in two more days. Other than that, the fact that my wife was able to reach an orgasm every time she was fucked by the doctor troubled me.
On Friday night, I arrived home earlier. As I turned the key on my apartment door, I heard the animated conversations among men. My stomach turned. As I entered, I immediately noticed two guys sitting with Dr. Dinesh. I didn't recognize them but I immediately categorized as they are someone without the best intentions for me.
" I was relieved to see Sunanda had her clothes on, preparing snacks and drinks in the kitchen. She didn't wear her bra though and the shape of her breasts with the protrusion of her nipples was clearly evident for all to see.
"This is Dr. Gopalan, Sr. heart specialist and he is Dr. Anil Sharma a Sr. Gynecologist." Dr. Dinesh introduced me to them. They are from India and they have landed here last night to attend the same convention. We are all old friends. I shook their hands and sat down on the table with the three men figuring out their intentions.
"Please join us for 'teen pati'," Anil said. His sinister moustache wiggled as he spoke. Anil produced a pack of cards as Sunanda placed three glasses of scotch whiskey with water.
"Dr. Dinesh, would you mind having this game at the hotel they are staying I asked Dr. Danish secretly.
"Sunanda invited my friends here and it would be impolite to have them leave. She knew them from India" Dr. Dinesh said whispering. He was shuffling the cards. "Well, alright," I said. I had no idea why I was not putting a fight. Sunanda had probably twenty orgasms in the last five days and in my two years of marriage; I could only remember giving her that pleasure four times.
"Come, join us," Dr. Dinesh said as he dealt me three cards. I had a drink poured out for me and I
gulped it down. "Come sit here," Gopalji commanded my wife. His hands were patting his thighs. Anil Sharma was studying my face for any reaction as Sunanda sat down on the middle-aged gentleman's thighs. He seemed amused that I had become nothing more than a cuckold.
"You're a good man, Anoop," Anil said. He won the first hand. Gopalji place his hand between my wife's
legs right at her crotch. Sunanda didn't attempt to remove his hand and sat on his lap rhythmically
swaying her buttock over his stiffening rod. I hoped her black polyester boot-cut pants will remain on her
throughout the evening, but I wasn't counting on it. "That feels good," Sunanda moaned as Gopalji's
hands were inside her sheer top feeling her little titties. "Her breasts are very bouncy, nice to hold
and grab," Dr. Dinesh commented. It didn't matter that I won the next two hands. Probably I was the only one concentrating on the game. My face had become contorted into a scowl, a look of humiliation and helplessness. My wife looked vibrant. She tingled with electricity, an excitement that stirred somewhere deep
within her legs. She peeled off her pants and her thong and practically jumped on Anil Sharma. Her pussy and her tight butt have now been exposed to these men and news of what was going to take place would definitely spread far and wide.
Dr. Dinesh and Gopalji helped remove my wife's top for Anil's benefit. "Wonderful," he said
before mouthing a good portion of her breast. His hands roamed up and down her smooth back. She,
meanwhile, grinded herself, like a professional lap dancer.
I was a coward. I allowed my wife to become a slut. I wanted to hide as these men casually
and without fear began enjoying my wife's body. "I cannot wait," Sunanda said as she proudly
walked without a single stitch of clothing into our bedroom with Anil Sharma in tow.
I gulped down my second glass of the potent liquor and played another round of 'teen pati'
with the Dinesh Ji and Gopalji. In the meantime, my wife was allowing Mr. Sharma to fuck her on our bed
and in our bedroom. My wife was moaning loudly so that we could all hear as we sat on the table.
Dinesh Ji had a big smile on his face.
"Anil is very clever in sex. He can get women to have big orgasms. I just don't know how he does it,". Dinesh Ji said. He folded his cards and grabbed a handful of potato chips. He flipped a winning hand on the table. Great! I was losing in the card game, knowing my wife was having sex with a sex-god and worst of all, she was moaning louder than she did even with DineshJi. My world was quickly swallowing me up. I hoped Gopalji was terrible in sex. I couldn't take anymore humiliation today.
"Why don't you go, see and learn something," Dr. Dinesh suggested me. Try to improve your skills of fucking your wife so that you can control her more.
Like a defeated man, I stood up and proceeded to my bedroom hoping that the door was locked. Part of me wanted to see but the rest of me would probably be unable to handle it. The knob turned and I saw my wife on the bed in the midst of passion. Anil was penetrating his monster deep into my wife. She had her calves over his shoulder and her pussy rose for maximum penetration. I stood outside the open door watching my wife stripping every last ounce of dignity left in me.
There was no acknowledgement of my presence. I was just an outsider to them. My head was spinning
and I closed the door softly. Back at the table, I picked up my cards.
For no better word, it was a 'shriek' that emanated from Sunanda's attractive mouth. The hairs in
my body all stood on ends. We all knew that she experienced the ultimate sensation magnified ten-fold.
Worse than that, I expected my neighbors to rush in any moment, wondering what unholy act just took place.
Anil emerged like a triumphant gladiator wrapped in my terry cloth robe. The smirk on his face was an ugly sight to see. "She will take some time to recover," he said.
"Well, I hope she does," Gopalji said. I couldn't figure out whether that was a wise-crack or his selfish concern. The cards were being dealt again. Sunanda emerged in a daze. Her hair was tousled and she walked passed us straight to the sofa. She had nothing on. When she sat, her legs were apart. Spunk like molten lava was creeping its way
to the upholstery. The men ignored her but I kept glancing her way. The men were immersed in the card game. The bets were getting higher. My winnings were getting sporadic. I didn't notice Sunanda was sitting
on Gopalji. Her arms were around his neck. The game went on. "Let's fuck now," Sunanda was whispering.
Gopalji was on a streak. He ignored my wife's sweet requests until he got a couple of losing hands. Then they left together to the bedroom.
I folded. I got the worst cards possible, a two, a three and a five of different colors. My wife's moans weren't as loud as half an hour ago. She was enjoying another man's penis shovings its way into her insides right now and I realized that whatever I said would have made no difference.
"Sunanda will come back to her senses," I said. "She has come to her senses," Dineshji said. There may have been words to say or actions to take. As long as my wife wanted these men, I was powerless. I didn't even have enough dignity to leave my wife. Most dangerous thing is that very slowly I have started to like this cuckolding idea. So I played on while my wife was alternated by Anilji and Gopalji. In the end each of them had taken her two more times and they left satisfied.
"Let's take a shower," my wife said to Dr. Dinesh.
I ended up doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen area. They went straight to our bed
after drying themselves off. When I finished getting the apartment in order, I went to lie down next to my
wife with the doctor on top of her, sliding his prick into her. Soon I managed to fall asleep.
The doctor finally left on Sunday night. Sunanda informed me that before leaving he wants to talk to me in private. We sat on our dining room. Sunanda started to clear the mesh on our bed. Dinesh ji told me “let me first give you some information regarding your wife. She thought you wouldn't be able to handle it, but now I think you are capable enough to handle this information. When your mother in law was released from the hospital, I told Sunanda that she had completed her obligation. I also told her that her mother is almost out of danger and now she could go back to her husband waiting in America. But as you know, your wife had stayed about a month after her mother returned back home from the hospital. In that month, she came back every night to me, to submit her body." She was eager even to go back to my buddies on Friday nights. She likes to be treated as a whore. I want to ask you 3 questions for the betterment of your future. Your wife requested me to ask these questions because she doesn’t want to ask you on her own. I said Ok.
First tell me that do you want to divorce your wife…..I mean do you want her to live with you or not?
I said “ yes….I want divorce………but I think practically that is not possible because I love her to much and I am very much emotionally involved with her.
“Thanks for your honest answer, Dr. Dines replied. Now my second question. Do you fully understand that you will never satisfy your wife’s physical needs? After sleeping with me and my buddies your wife was transformed in to a different woman . she has rediscovered the depth of her sexual desires. Now she knows what she wants sexually. You can’t even satisfy 50 percent of her physical needs. Don’t get intimidated by my comment. It’s not your fault. You are actually an average player in sex games. But your wife deserves a champion”.
I said “yes……I now fully understand what you are saying.”
”Fine………now my last question. You have to understand that your wife is a human being and not a saint. She will definitely bring her other potential mates here to satisfy herself. I mean….she may bring other strong and powerful men to your apartment to enjoy herd sex that will satisfy her fully. She requested me to tell you clearly that she does not like to go to a cheap motel room and enjoy fucking other men behind your back. Instead she wants to bring those men to this apartment. Do you think that you can tolerate the humiliation and pain you may have when she will enjoy hard sex with them in your bedroom with or without your presence. Do you like to be a cuckold?
“Yes…….I think I can tolerate…….I answered quickly”.
Well….then good luck for you. Another thing…… what I did to you for last couple of days, pl… don’t take it personally. You wife requested me to stay with you in this house so that she could check your tolerance level.
I think you have passed with distinction. She was right you love her to much and that’s why she do not wants to leave you. Now allow me to leave and pl. go to your bed room. Your wife is waiting there and she is very nervous about your decisions.
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