Adultery Indian Wife's Descent by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The camera showed a simple living room captured through what seemed like a camcorder kept in a corner. A couple of couches were visible as was the front door. Sitting on a couch was a tall lean and handsome black man who I guessed to be Eric. A few seconds went by and the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Eric yelled out, got up and came close to the camera. He brought his face very close to it and said, "Hey Ramon, wait till you see who walks in that door."

Then he went and opened the door. And there was Yashodhara, standing there in her woolen coat, boots, gloves and a woolen cap.

"Come on in. Found the place easily?" Ramon said letting her in.

"Yes, it was no problem. But it's snowing so hard outside." Yashodhara said taking off her gloves and coat. Underneath, she was dressed in a denim skirt and a sweater. She looked, as always, astonishingly hot.

"Yeah, the weather's a bitch." he said, taking her coat, gloves and cap and putting them on a stand. He then put his arm around her and led her to the couch saying, "I am so glad you came. trust me, this is a night you will not forget."

"Hehe, anything will better than the bar bathroom, Eric." Yashodhara said, sitting next to him on the couch and in her arms. The contrast of her petite white-skinned body next to his tall black self seemed all the more stark as he hugged her.

"Now, do you want something to drink? How about a margarita? There's some in the kitchen." Eric said.

"Sure, that sounds good. Should I go get us some?" Yashodhara asked, starting to get up, but Eric pulled her back down and said,

"No need for that." he then yelled, "Jojo! Get us two margaritas you bitch!"

Yashodhara sounded as surprised as I was to learn that there was someone else in the house.

"Yes, Master." said a female voice on the distance.

"Who's Jojo? And why is she calling you master?" Yashodhara asked.

"You'll see." Eric said with a wry smile.

In a few seconds, Jojo appeared on the screen carrying a tray, and I almost flew off my seat. Jojo was a tall hispanic-looking woman with striking features and a very voluptuous body. She was at least 5 ft 10, if not taller. A beautiful olive-skinned face with a body to match. And she had a big build. Not fat, because there was no flabbiness anywhere. Just wide shoulders, wide hips, long muscular legs and huge massive boobs, easily size DD, with big pointy nipples.

I knew how the nipples were because I could see them. No, she was not naked, but everything vital was on display. She was wearing a black leather teddy, made up of straps rather than a contiguous material. There was a gap for the boobs to hang out, and the teddy was also crotchless. Her shaved pussy was visible through a triangular hole in the teddy. And she turned, I saw that the back only had a few leather straps and her ass was completely naked.

Apart from that, she was wearing back leather boots, much like Yashodhara's, and in her neck, she wore a black studded collar with a leash hanging from it. On her face, she was wearing dark make-up with a black lipstick, which matched well with her jet black hair, and gave her a very gothic look.

"Your margarita, Ma'am". she bent down and brought the tray in front of a shocked Yashodhara, who was staring at her with her mouth agape. Yashodhara absent mindedly took a margarita, and then looked away, not wanting to stare too much.

"For you, Master." Jojo said to Eric and he took his glass.

"Good job, Jojo. Come, sit next to me." Eric said.

Jojo kept the tray on the coffee table, and walked behind the couch. I was surprised, like Yashodhara seemed to be too, when Jojo, instead of sitting in the empty space on the couch next to Eric, sat down on the floor on bent knees. Eric looked at her approvingly, put his hand on her head and said,

"Nice bitch. isn't she a nice bitch, Yoyo?" he turned towards Yashodhara.

"Yoyo?" Yashodhara on the screen and I sitting in the room said at the same time in a similar tone of voice.

"Yes, I'd like to call you Yoyo. Jojo, meet Yoyo. Yoyo, meet Jojo.' he said.

"Good evening, Yoyo." Jojo said in a deferential voice.

"Okay what the fuck is this, Eric?" Yashodhara said, getting off the couch and putting her margarita glass on the table.

"Here's what the fuck it is. Jojo here is my sex slave. For a couple of days. She does whatever I tell her to, wears what I tell her to, and fucks whenever I tell her to. And then Sunday morning, she takes off her slave uniform, puts on her regular clothes, and goes back to her regular life." Eric explained.

"Are you blackmailing her or something?" Yashodhara asked.

"Haha, not at all. She does it because she enjoys being a slave. Don't you, Jojo?"

"Yes, Master. I love being your slave." Jojo replied.

"She enjoys it because she is a natural submissive. She craves to be dominated sexually. She gets sexual pleasure out of being my slave. And from what I saw of you that night in the bar, you enjoy being dominated too." Eric said.

"What nonsense." Yashodhara said, but not in a very convincing tone of voice.

"I know a submissive when I see one.... and fuck one. So here's the deal. If you want to be with me tonight and maybe even tomorrow, you have to become Yoyo, my other slave. Do what I say without answering back or protesting. And I promise you that you, me and Jojo here will have a great time together." Eric said.

"You're insane!" Yashodhara said and then looking at Jojo said, "and you're insane. Both of you. This is way too creepy for me. I am leaving."

And Yashodhara started walking to the door.

"Sure, go ahead and leave if you want. No one's got a gun to your head. The best submissives are the ones who voluntarily submit. Like Jojo here." Eric said. "make sure you lock the door on the way out."

Yashodhara went to the stand and took her coat and cap from it. As she was doing that, Eric got up and stretched his arms. Then he reached for the leash, held it in his hand and yanked it hard saying,

"Get off the floor, you bitch."

Jojo got off the floor at once. He then pushed her towards the couch, and she feel forward. Her knees were on the couch, her stomach was against the backrest and her face and boobs were hanging over the top of the backrest. Eric spanked her ass really hard a couple of times and that big naked ass jiggled like jello. Eric then started walking towards Yashodhara who had frozen like a statue in the middle of putting her coat on.

The look on her face showed that she was worried Eric would manhandle her too. But instead he ignored her presence, walked to a cabinet next to her, opened a drawer and took out what looked like handcuffs with leather loops. Without a word to Yashodhara, he turned around, and strode to the couch. Once there, he roughly grabbed both of Jojo's hand, pulled them behind her back and cuffed them together. Without her elbows supporting her, Jojo's body fell forward, and there was a small thump as her stomach hit the backrest hard. Her huge boobs swayed back and forth like a pendulum.

Yashodhara stared as Eric then got on his knees sideways on the couch next to Jojo. He raised his right hand, looked towards Yashodhara, smiled and brought it down really hard. There was a loud smack as Eric's big strong palm spanked Jojo's substantial ass, and Jojo let out a yelp. he then spanked the other ass cheek, producing another loud smack and yelp. He kept spanking her ass cheeks one after the other, harder and harder, until all that was heard was smacks and yelps.

After a minute or so he stopped, and there were red palm prints on both of Jojo's asscheeks. She seemed to be sobbing softly with the pain. Eric then got off the couch stood behind her and roughly inserted two fingers into her cunt which seemed to be wet. Jojo really was enjoying this. He then pushed his thumb against her asshole and it effortlessly slid in, and soon he was grabbing her crotch by the two holes like someone holds a bowling ball.