How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

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CHAPTER 9
I looked across. It was a pretty silky woman in her late twenties, dressed in a vaishya’s outfit. “What?” I asked.

“That’s supposed to be me in there,” the woman said, her tone somewhere between anger and hurt. “It was all planned, and then he went and fetched some bimbo guest!” She sniffed. “Her costume’s not even the right period!”

I followed her gaze...right to the king’s tousled hair and blue eyes. I knew unrequited love when I saw it. I wondered if the guy had any idea...or if he cared. Pretty as she was, the woman wasn’t in the same league as Nandini. Worse, I suspected she knew it. “Bitch,” she almost spat as she looked at my wife. “I hope he damn well leaves marks!”

The raja was raising his hand theatrically high to begin the spanking. My wife started to struggle—or rather non-struggle—anew. “Please!” she begged. “Don’t!” Her eyes had taken on a glazed look. God, she’s really losing herself in it!

“I will give her six,” the raja announced.

His hand descended and even over the roar of the crowd we could clearly hear the sound of it cracking across her ass cheek. Nandini’s eyes snapped wide and she let out a high, shocked cry.

“One!” yelled the crowd.

His hand rose in the air again...and then fell. There was another sharp crack of skin on skin and my wife jumped in pain, her breasts bouncing to the delight of the men in the crowd. “Don’t!” she panted. “Stop!” But her voice was tight and breathy.

“Two!” the crowd roared.

Again the king’s hand flashed down and again my wife jerked. She let out a cry that was almost a moan and her eyes were heavy-lidded now.

“Three!”

The raja had been slightly to the side of my wife, so that he could swing more effectively. Now, though, he moved close in behind her. We couldn’t see exactly what he was doing because the stocks hid our view, but he seemed to be moving his other arm in to touch her....

My wife suddenly gasped, but she didn’t make any sort of protest.

The raja drew back his arm and I saw him lift his hand to look at his fingers. He looked up, searched the crowd, and found me standing by the rope. And he smiled and rubbed the tips of his fingers together.

My stomach seemed to fall a thousand floors. No one else in the crowd would guess what he’d just done, because they didn’t know her panties were missing. But I knew. He’d just reached forward and touched her pussy, running his fingers over her lips. That bastard just touched my wife! It was my dream and my nightmare. I felt my cock stiffen even as anger made my chest go tight. He’s groping her while she’s helpless! And yet he wasn’t. She was no more helpless than I was...she was choosing to stay in the stocks, choosing to along with it. Choosing to let him run his fingers over her most private parts.

And it was more than that. From the way he’d examined his fingers, he’d found her wet. She was loving it…and he knew.

The raja raised his hand again and brought it down. My wife jumped and moaned, her hands twisting in their holes as if she was trying to escape. Her body flexed, her breasts swayed, her mouth was open and panting. She did everything possible to get free...short of simply pulling her hands and head through the too-large holes and standing up.

“Four!” the crowd shouted.

The king’s hand rose into the air. I noticed that his other hand was out of sight again. I couldn’t see what he was doing with it, but I could see my wife’s reaction. Her eyes opened wide and then her eyelids fluttered and finally closed. I looked closer at the raja. The shoulder of the hidden hand was moving. Rhythmically.

I drew in my breath. He was rubbing her. He had his fingers on her or in her, and he was rubbing her while he spanked her.

His hand cracked down again and my wife jerked in the stocks. She let out a long, low moan.

“Five!” shouted the crowd.

The bastard was rubbing my wife’s pussy in front of everyone, and the crowd didn’t even know what they were seeing!

One person was aware, though. One person knew the raja and clearly knew the sorts of games he played. The silky woman next to me was staring at my wife with absolute hatred, tears in her eyes. “Trampy bitch,” she whispered viciously. “She deserves everything she gets!” And she turned and pushed her way out through the crowd.

My wife was gasping and shaking in the stocks as the raja took his time with the final stroke. I could hear her cries getting higher and higher and I realized it was far worse than I’d thought. God, he’s going to make her come! I never agreed to this!

I started trying to force my way through the crowd, to get around to the side of the stocks so that I could speak to my wife, but everyone was gawping and no one wanted to move. I heard Nandini’s breathing change to high little pants, which meant she was close. I’m not going to make it in time!

I imagined his fingers moving faster and faster, maybe rubbing her clit, maybe plunging in and out of her sopping lips. Half of the agony of it was not knowing exactly what he was doing. I’m meant to watch! I’m meant to be there watching it!

Part of me still didn’t believe he’d actually take her over the edge. Someone would guess, I thought desperately. He can’t possibly make her come in public without anyone knowing!

And then I looked around at the crowd and I realized I was being hopelessly naive. The men were all leaning forward, straining to get the best view. They did know, or at least they hoped they were right. They probably loved the idea of a submissive woman orgasming from a spanking. And I could see their wives and girlfriends shrugging and looking away, telling themselves that she was just in pain, or acting, or both. They were all seeing what they wanted to see, and neither group was going to complain about it. I became frantic, pushing people out of the way, trying to get close enough to call to my wife.

Then the raja looked at me, our eyes locking for a second. “Stop!” I mouthed.

I saw him tilt his head to one side, as if considering.

And then he smiled and his arm moved even faster. His other hand rose in the air one final time.

“No!” I moaned.

The king’s hand cracked down against my wife’s ass and she gave a high little squeal that turned into a long, low, breathless groan. I recognized that sound. I’d heard her make it in our bedroom, though never so intensely.

My wife trembled in the stocks and then went limp. The crowd roared. The king’s eyes never left mine for a second, and they shone with victory. I’ve just made your wife come, he was saying.

I wanted to tear his head off. And yet, looking at my wife’s panting, straining body as she’d climaxed for someone else, I’d been harder than I’d ever been.

The show over, the crowd slowly dispersed. I watched as my wife regained her composure and stood up. Just as I’d thought, she didn’t have to wait for the king’s sipahi to lift the top half of the stocks. She simply pulled her hands and head out and straightened up, flipping her lehenga down to cover her. She could have done that at any point. But she wanted it, I thought, outraged. She wanted him to make her come!

As she walked towards me, though, my righteous anger started to waver. I’d got her into all this. I’d wanted to come here, and I’d convinced her to wear the outfit. I’d told her it was okay to have fun with other men.

She took my hand. She was smiling, but I could see the doubt in her eyes. “Wow,” she said. “That was...wow. It...was okay, right? I mean...we’re okay?”

My only mistake was in letting the situation go too far, and in being too far away to tell her to stop. That was my fault, not hers. If I got angry with her now, it would mean the end of all our games. I’d kill the whole thing just as it was getting going. And, ultimately, no harm had been done, except to my pride.

“Yes,” I lied. “Yes, it was fine.” Then, to make it sound more convincing, I added, “I loved it!”

That was too much. Her face lit up and I immediately cursed myself. “Really? Oh, thank God. I thought I’d gone too far.” She blushed. “I...sort of got carried away again.”

The raja chose that moment to walk over and join us. “Well,” he said. “That was fun.” And he gave Nandini’s waist a little squeeze in a way I didn’t like at all.

I wanted to kill him, but I knew that, if I got angry at him, Nandini would think she’d done something wrong. “Yeah,” I said.

“Thank you for letting Nandini play the role,” the raja told me. “It’s great that you’re happy for her to...enjoy herself.”

Nandini blushed. Then, maybe to cover her embarrassment, she said, “Oh, Rishab loves to see me with other men.”

Shit! That wasn’t true! Well, not exactly. Not with in the way she meant it…that sounded like she meant full-blown sex! But it was too late.

“Oh, really?” asked the king, amused. “One of those.” He said it knowingly. One of what?!

“Well, anyway...we should be going,” I said. “The nauchandi will be closing soon.”

“Oh, but you can’t leave yet,” said the raja smoothly. “There’s the closing procession still to come. And I’d like Nandini to be part of it, after she played her role so well.”

Nandini drew in her breath, as if that would be the greatest honor in the world. “Really?!”

I stared at her. Only that morning, she’d still been skeptical of the whole Mughal-e-azam nauchandi idea. But I knew this had nothing to do with the nauchandi itself. This was about him, with his grizzled jaw and blue eyes, with his pecs that stretched out his shirt and his tight pants. And it was about her, and what she’d discovered about herself, the feelings that overtook her when someone tied her hands or held her wrists. I thought of her alone with the king, maybe for an hour or more, while the procession wound its way around the nauchandi.

“No,” I said firmly. “I think I need to spend some time with my wife.”

“That’s no problem,” the raja said. “I’d like you to be part of the procession, too, to thank you for being such a good sport. I even have a costume for you.”

Nandini beamed. “Oh, will you, Rishab ? It’d be great!”

I looked between them. It was ridiculous, but I felt suddenly outnumbered. “We can stay together?” I asked. “Right by her side?”

“Right by her side,” said the king, giving me a slightly patronizing smile. “And afterwards, since you were in the procession, you get to come to the crew party.”

I very nearly said No. There was just something about the king, something cold and cruel in his eyes that I didn’t like. But...despite everything that had gone wrong, the day had been a huge step forward in getting what I wanted. I knew that now, I’d be able to get my wife to dress up and tease men much more easily. And now that I knew about her love of being tied up and made to feel helpless, maybe we could even play some of those games ourselves.

Already, I was starting to rationalize the things that she’d done. I’d never want another man to touch her the way the raja had, but feeling her breasts, maybe kissing...that had been kind of okay. It had gone too far, but it could have been much worse. And I knew that the day had stocked up Nandini’s library of fantasies for years to come—I was even considering trying to buy the vaishya outfit from the costumier so she could wear it for me in the bedroom. Overall, the day was a positive. And I needed Nandini to end it on a high, not a low, so that she would be open to teasing men in the future. The last thing I wanted to do was have her spend any more time with the king, but it didn’t seem like I had any choice.

I’ll be right by her side, I thought. It’ll be fine.

“Okay,” I said.