How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

[Givemeextra]

CHAPTER 21
“Oh, don’t be so angry,” he said mildly. “You can’t blame me for what’s happening to her. You set all this in motion. I heard how you all but led her by the hand to the lohar’s forge, and how you got all hard watching my friend shove his tongue down her throat.”

A chill crept over me. I’d worked out that they’d targeted her for seduction, but I’d thought it had all been about her…not me.

“Oh, yes, Rishab ,” he told me, reading my surprise. “This is your doing. We saw that you were turned on by your wife with other men”—I shook my head wildly and he laughed—“even if you deny it. That’s the only reason the madari trick works. A normal man doesn’t let his wife fuck someone else—period. But you, Rishab , a nice little cuckold…you would. Or, at least, your wife believes you would, and that’s what counts.”

I wished a thousand horrible deaths on him. But I knew it was true. This was all my fault. In some twisted, horrible way, I’d gotten exactly what I’d wished for.

“Just look at her,” the raja said happily. “She’s getting what she’s always wanted…needed. And she’s so good at it, Rishab . When I was fucking her, I swear she was as tight as a real virgin. What on earth have you been porking her with?” And suddenly, his hands were on my robe, opening the front of it. I fought him, but with my hands tied it was useless. He reached under my robe, jerked my shorts down and pulled my cock out through the front of my robe.

“Oh,” said the raja. “Oh dear. Oh Rishab .” His voice was mockingly mournful. “Not very big, is it? And you’re all hard…”—he indicated the scene in front of us, my wife on her knees sucking the lohar, while the dancer waited his turn—“while watching that. You really are into seeing your wife with others, aren’t you?”

No! I thought desperately. But there was no denying it. My cock was throbbing, aching for me to stroke it. God, is he right? Am I really a cuckold?

The lohar was moving my wife’s head now, sliding her mouth back and forth on his cock. Only an inch or so, but a little more each time.

“Can Nandini deep throat?” the raja asked me.

I shook my head. Nandini didn’t really like giving head, and certainly not something that extreme.

“Well,” said the raja doubtfully. “It appears she’s about to learn.”

I watched as the lohar stepped a little closer to my wife, using one hand to tilt her chin up, making her head and neck lie in one straight line. I don’t think she realized what he was planning, though, until he smirked and ran a finger down the length of her pale throat.

Her eyes widened. She shook her head no, but all of us watched her bound hands carefully and she didn’t attempt to tap out. So the lohar smiled again—

“MMFF!” my wife pleaded.

--and pulled her forward, plunging his cock deep into her mouth. I saw her body jerk as the head pushed to the back of her throat, making her gag, and then he found the angle and was pushing down, down, groaning as her tightness clutched at him. I saw that long, thick cock disappear between her lips, until they kissed up against his groin.

My wife writhed there for a second, but it was a non-struggle, her bound hands thrashing in mid-air between them but making no attempt to actually push herself free.

The lohar stayed there for a second, allowing her to adjust to the feeling, and then he began to move. His cock shone as it emerged from her lips, and he withdrew it less than halfway before shoving it back in to the root, the wet sound of its movement reaching us even by the fire. I wanted to screw my eyes closed to shut it out. This was my wife, and another man was doing things to her that I’d never done myself! But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t close my eyes on the sight of her magnificent breasts bouncing and swaying as he moved her head back and forth, or her wide eyes staring up at him.

We’d all forgotten about the dancer. He’d been kneeling next to them, stroking his cock, and now he shuffled forward. “I’ll wait no longer,” he said with a snarl.

My wife looked up and went to draw the lohar’s cock from her mouth. But the dancer shook his head at her. “Oh, no, my dear. You don’t need to stop. I’ve no intambooion of taking you like a noble lady, on your back. You can serve me the same way all vaishyaes do—on your knees!” And he moved around behind her.

Nandini pulled her mouth free of the lohar’s cock. “I—I can’t!” she gasped. “Not two of you at once!” Her eyes were huge, but her cheeks were flushed with arousal at the idea.