How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

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CHAPTER 15
My wife yelped as she fell, but the grass was soft and she landed unhurt on her back. Immediately, the raja was atop her, one hand pinning her bound wrists to the cool grass, the other tracing the curves of her body.

“What—What do you mean to do to me?” gasped my wife.

“You will betray your friends and give me their location,” he told her with a snarl, “so that I may have the pleasure of watching my sipahi slay them. “Or I will get my pleasure from you another way.”

My wife gasped as if horrified. “No!”

“Yes, my dear. Tell me, or I’ll take you here on the ground like a cheap Randi.”

My wife thrashed her head from side to side on the ground as if lost in inner turmoil. “I—I can’t! I’ll never tell!”

The king’s hands were running down her chest, cupping her breasts through her dress. “Then your body will pay for their freedom!”

My wife non-struggled beneath him, drumming her heels on the ground. “You—You brute!”

The raja laughed cruelly. “I’ll give you one last chance. Talk!”

My wife’s chest heaved…but she stayed silent.

“Very well, then,” said the raja. “Let us see what charms you offer.” And he jerked down the top of my wife’s dress. I watched, open-mouthed, as her breasts were bared, the cool night air or her fervent arousal making the pink nipples stiffen. As my wife thrashed and twisted beneath him, her breasts bounced and shook.

Both the lohar and the dancer gasped in awe. “That,” said the lohar, “was worth waiting for.”

The raja immediately started to fondle her breasts, squeezing them hard, then rubbing at her nipples with his thumbs. My wife moaned in pleasure—helpless pleasure, which I knew was the whole point of this—her head tipping back, her teeth gritted.

“You like this,” the raja told her. “You little Randi.”

My wife bucked and twisted and thrashed under him, although never hard enough as to risk actually throwing him off. I watched as he lowered his face toward her breasts.

No! There was something about that, something about seeing another man lick her there. That had always been one of my favorite things. I couldn’t let him! I tried to stand but, with the heavy arms of the two men pressing down on my back, I didn’t move even an inch.

“Don’t even think about it,” the lohar told me. “You wouldn’t want to stop her fun, would you? Look how into it she is.”

The dancer shook his head and chuckled. “They’re all the same. Powerful in the confenaice room, but they just want to be ravished in the bedroom.”

I shot a look at him. How had he known Nandini was a business executive? And she was all high-powered and commanding in the office. But she’d never shared her submissive side…not with me.

The dancer shook his head wistfully. “Wish it was me licking her tits. Should have just gone ahead and fucked her in the dance tamboo.”

I snapped my head round to look at my wife. The raja was just stretching his tongue out, silhouetted in the moonlight, to taste her nipple. The hatred rose in me as I watched the tip make contact with the hard little nub, then begin to swirl around and around it. And at the same time, I felt something else, something entirely unbidden. A prickling, tightening sensation in my cock.

I was getting hard, watching it. Despite the way they were deceiving her, despite my humiliation, despite my fear at what they might do to her while she was lost in her arousal, the sight of my wife being…ravaged by these men, even if it was only play-ravaging, was turning me on. Part of me wanted the raja to take her. God, no! That’s too far! That’s way too far!

My wife moaned as his tongue started to work at the firm flesh of her breasts, pushing into the soft skin in large circles, spiraling in towards the nipples. Then he crushed her breasts together with his hands, squeezing them into a sumptuous cleavage.

“You have the breasts of a tavern vaishya,” he told her. “Is that what you were, before you Randi yourself out to the daakus?”

“N—No!” His cruel words seemed to be increasing her arousal even more. “I—I am a nobleman’s daughter!”

“A likely story,” said the raja. And his mouth descended on her breasts, taking as much of one into his mouth as possible, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked, his tongue lashing around and around. My wife’s back arched in ecstasy.

When he finally lifted his mouth from her, my wife’s breasts were wetly shining. “No nobleman’s daughter responds like that,” he taunted. “More likely you occupied the upstairs room in a tavern, taking travelers between your thighs for a few coins each.”

“No! I—I lived in a fine house. I would never sell myself!”