How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

[Givemeextra]

CHAPTER 13
My eyes bulged. I dived at the king, but he just laughed and caught me under the arms, throwing an arm around my waist and hauling me along as if I was his buddy. “Come on,” he told the others. “Before she wonders where her husband is.”

We walked as a group: the king, the lohar, the dancer, the madari and me. I struggled frantically, but with my robes covering my bound hands and my hood pulled up, it just looked as if I was drunkenly tottering around. We went back through the flap in the tamboo, around to the back of the dance tamboo and in through the promised rear entrance.

Inside, the party was in full swing. Musician s were jamming together, never fewer than six at a time, and in the confined space you could barely hear someone speak, even right next to you. The pile of cushions was still there, and around the edges of the tamboo were barrels of ale, bottles of mead and tables of food. The center of the tamboo was full of people dancing, all still in costume, and people were already getting more amorous now that the guests had gone.

Almost immediately, I saw Nandini standing by herself on the other side of the tamboo, smiling nervously. I saw her refuse a dance from a hopeful suitor and my hopes rose. Then the madari pranced towards her and, as she saw him, she grinned.

It’s not me! I thought desperately. I shouted as loudly as I could but, between the gag and the music, it was useless. The men held me back by the shoulders, keeping me well out of range. In the shadowy, candlelit gloom, I could have been anyone.

The madari though, was the same height as me and dressed identically to how Nandini had last seen me, and he’d appeared just as she’d expected me to appear. Why wouldn’t she think it was me? I watched as she hugged the madari and tickled his elongated chin.

“Sweet,” the raja whispered in my ear. “What a sweet, naïve little wife you have. You know, Rishab , when I felt her pussy quiver against my fingers out there in the stocks, I knew I had to feel it with my cock. I had to sink it into her and see how warm and tight she was—I just had to. So thank you for letting me—us—have her.” He hesitated. “I was going to say we’ll take good care of her, but…well, it seems Nandini does rather like being tied up, doesn’t she? So I suspect we’ll have to do that—after all, we want her to have a good time. So ‘good care’ doesn’t seem appropriate.”

I was going insane by this point, thrashing and twisting in his grasp, but he held me easily by the waist. While he whispered in my ear, my eyes were locked on Nandini and the madari. He was dancing with her now, rubbing his crotch against her ass, and she was laughing and grinning.

“I could say, ‘we’ll return her as we found her,’” said the raja. “But…that doesn’t sound right, either. I’m not sure she will be quite the same, Rishab .” His voice was dripping with sarcastic concern. “I’m afraid we may just change her forever,” he told me. “Still, I can guarantee that you will get her back.” He slapped me on the back. “That’s something, eh?”

I screamed through the gag and the three men roared with laughter. The dancer fetched a low bench and set it along the wall of the tamboo, facing the pile of cushions but a good distance from it. This was to be my position, I realized. Sitting on the sidelines, too far away to attract her attention but close enough to watch.

“Keep him company,” the raja said to the other two. “I’m going to get her warmed up.”

My stomach lurched. Him taunting me was one thing, but the thought of what he might do with my wife….I bucked and struggled again, but the lohar and the dancer both laid comforting hands on my shoulders, pressing me down into my seat. “There, there,” said the lohar in my ear. “Time to watch how a real man does it.”

I was too far away to hear their words, so the next fifteen minutes were like a silent movie.

First, the raja approached the madari. I saw him asking permission, and the madari look at Nandini questioningly. She bit her lip and I thought, No! Don’t do it! If Nandini said no, then the whole thing would be over.

But Nandini nodded. And the madari made a she’s all yours gesture to the raja. My stomach twisted into knots.

I watched as the raja led Nandini out into the middle of the tamboo and started to dance with her. At first it was just dancing, a semi-formal dance a little like the one we’d done earlier. I noticed, though, how he took the opportunity to press his body against hers whenever they were together, grinding his crotch into her ass, or pressing her breasts to his muscled chest. Even worse than the touching, though, was that Nandini was doing her best to play by the rules. She kept looking at the madari for confirmation, and each time he’d nod his approval.

As the music got faster, the couples started to touch more. Apparently this was some sort of tradition amongst the crew, because I could see them all grinning at one another as partners clasped each other closer and closer, and hands began to leave waists and move to asses and breasts. I watched in horror as the raja pulled Nandini to him, her back against his chest, and slowly ran his hands up her front, passing over her thighs, her waist…and then her breasts. I watched Nandini gasp as the firm flesh was pressed up and together, almost escaping her dress. But the madari was there to nod at her, and she smiled up at the king, clearly aroused. Damnit! With the madari to keep telling her it was okay, she was only going to be limited by her own boundaries…and I had no idea where those lay.

The song ended and the raja led Nandini from the dance floor and over to the pile of cushions. I saw the lohar lean forward eagerly and knew with awful certainty that the raja was going to move things to the next level. I watched him plump down next to her, the pile of cushions so deep that they both actually bounced a little as they landed. He started by putting an arm around her, just talking, probably telling her how beautiful she was. How lucky she was to have a husband who understood her needs, who’d let her have fun. I saw Nandini look adoringly up at the madari and nod.

I was actually shaking with anger. Beside me, the lohar and the dancer had their muscled arms wrapped around my shoulders, pinning me to the bench.

I still couldn’t hear the words, but I saw the conversation get slower and slower, turning into long, meaningful looks and soft, casual touches. They were almost lying on the cushions now, facing each other, the madari behind the raja so that he could nod his approval to my wife. The raja would reach across and brush a lock of hair from Nandini’s face, or she’d touch his arm to make a point, and I could see them both getting more and more worked up, careening towards the inevitable.

And then it happened. The raja leaned forward just a little and my wife was instantly mimicking him, her eyes closing, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. The lohar nudged me hard in the side with his elbow, as if I could possibly have missed it—

They kissed. First tentatively, then long and deep. The king’s hands started to run up my wife’s arms, rubbing in little circles, higher and higher, until they reached her shoulders. Then they tracked down her chest, his fingertips just lightly skimming over her breasts, tracing their shape, until I saw her shift and twist and press herself closer to him. He grinned as he took her breasts in both hands and squeezed.

I noticed that she didn’t open her eyes the entire time. Not until he started to run his hand up her leg, under her lehenga.

The raja leaned forward and said something to her, and I saw her bite her lip and look around, then up at the madari. The madari leaned in close and stroked her arm: the signal that it was okay with “me” to keep going.

Nandini nodded. The raja helped her up and, taking her by the hand, led her out of the rear entrance, the madari following. I thrashed and twisted frantically on the bench. What was going on? Where was he taking her? What had she just agreed to?

“Don’t worry,” said the lohar in my ear. “You’re coming, too.” And he and the dancer hauled me up and followed the raja.