How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

[Givemeextra]

CHAPTER 19
“You—You bastard,” whispered my wife.

The raja frowned, surprised. He exchanged a glance with the lohar and the dancer. But he put on his raja voice. “What did you call me?” he boomed.

“Bastard,” breathed my wife. She was looking up at him, eyes gleaming. “You—You did your worst, but I didn’t talk. My friends are safe, and some day—Some day they’ll return and do what I could not: stab you through the heart in your sleep!”

The raja looked a little thrown, but then a slow smile spread across his face. He leaned down to her and, in his normal voice, asked, “Are you asking for more?” And he looked meaningfully towards the fire where the lohar and the dancer sat.

My wife followed his gaze and breathlessly nodded. Only then did she think to check with the madari…but he stroked her arm. If it’s what you want, he was telling her, then it’s alright with me.

Meanwhile, by the fire, my insides were twisting in fear. God, she can’t be asking for…not another man. God, please! I can’t watch this!

The raja smiled and straightened up. Back in character, he said. “You think it’s over?”

My wife snapped straight back into character as well. “You—You’ve done everything you can to me,” she said, a haughty tone in her voice. “There’s nothing more you can take from me.”

“Oh, you poor, naïve thing,” said the raja. “I’ve barely started.” He crouched down beside her. “If you don’t tell me where your ship is, I’ll let more men enjoy you.”

My wife made a big show of looking horrified. “W—Who?” she said.

The raja looked towards the fire. “I hear a big brute of a lohar kissed you in the village today. How about him? I’m sure I could wake him from his slumber at the forge and summon him here. Or perhaps that ‘uncouth beast’ who you claim took your underclothes at the formal dance. You sent him home with a mere token when I’m sure he longed for more. I wonder if he’d like to sample your charms now that you’re not in a position to refuse him.”

Nandini’s eyes gleamed and her breathing quickened. “N—No!” she told him. “No! You can’t!”

“I’ll let you choose,” he told her. “Who shall it be? Who would you rather have between your thighs…the muscled thug or the evil gentleman?”

My wife opened and closed her mouth a few times. She was more turned on than I’d ever seen her. “I—I—” She suddenly turned her head to the side, refusing to look at him. “I won’t give you the satisfaction,” she told him. “I won’t choose my own fate!”

The raja smirked. “If you won’t choose,” he said, his voice like poisoned syrup, “I’ll have to summon them both.”

My wife turned her head and stared at him for a second. Her wonderful breasts were rising and falling as she panted. The moment drew out…and then she turned her head firmly to the other side, refusing to answer.

My God! She wants both of them at once! This can’t be my wife!

But I knew it was. I knew that she’d always been like this, that I’d made a terrible, terrible mistake. All those years, I’d misjudged my wife. I’d thought she was shy when she was really just ashamed of her fantasies. I’d sat at my PC night after night feeding my hunger while she’d consumed endless historical Mughal novels to feed hers, neither of us brave enough to tell the other. Now, in finally indulging her fantasies, she was taking very real risks—she could very well wind up pregnant—and it was all my fault, because I wasn’t there to protect her!

I heard the raja approaching and looked up to see him looming over us. “What did I tell you?” he said to the lohar and dancer, his voice too low for Nandini to hear. “I said we’d all get a piece of her, once this irritating jerk was out of the way, and I was right.” He smiled down at me. “Your wife is a piece of work. I thought that she’d fuck me, that maybe these two would get a blow job. But not this!” He shook his head. “Your woman is hungry for it! What have you been doing: keeping her in a dungeon?”

I glared up at him, knowing it was useless to shout and rage.

“You two go ahead,” he told the lohar and the dancer. “I’ll watch hubby. Did you bring condoms?”

They both nodded, and my heart lifted.

“You won’t need them,” said the raja. “She’ll take it bareback.”

I let out a muffled howl of horror.

“Oh,” said the raja. “Does your path not like that idea?”

“She’s not on the pill,” said the lohar thoughtfully.

I hoped for a second that this might make them pause, but it had the opposite effect.