How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

[Givemeextra]

CHAPTER 29
The man behind her was pumping into her hard, now, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back. The one in front of her had finally started to move, stroking just a few inches in and out of her mouth. Their movements made her breasts bounce and sway so alluringly that the men standing around her again reached in and started to stroke and squeeze the lush orbs. I could see Nandini’s body begin to tremble as she built towards another orgasm.

Before she could get there, though, the man behind her suddenly pulled almost all the way out and then rammed all the way in, a single long thrust that ended with him gasping and panting as he came. My eyes were locked on his heavy balls as he emptied what seemed to be a generous load deep inside her. The sight of it must have set off his friend, because he, too, pushed deep…and then clamped her head to his groin as he fired jet after jet of cum down her throat.

They both pulled out of her and she sat back on her haunches, gasping. But almost immediately, another man wanted his turn. He pushed her forward again on her knees, but with her hands bound behind her and no one holding her at the front, she had to lower herself down to rest on her head and shoulders, her face twisted to the side, her cheek on the ground. Her back formed a beautiful, cat-like arch, her ass high in the air. It was a humiliating position to be in, which was no doubt their intambooion.

The man behind her opened his britches and freed his stiff cock. But instead of entering her, he brought out a small, ornate glass bottle. He uncapped it and then poured it at the base of her spine, so that it trickled down the valley between her ass cheeks. My wife cried out in shock as she felt the liquid pool and run down…to coat her puckered, nether hole.

I sat up bolt upright on the bench. No! Not that!

Nandini turned her head as best she could to stare back at the man. “No!” she said in a strangled gasp. “I’ve never done it—there!”

The men laughed at that. “I’ll wager you’ve had a hundred cocks or more in all your holes,” said the one behind her. He placed a finger at her oiled entrance and circled her there.

My wife gasped. “Ahhh! God, no! I’m not—You can’t do this to me!” Again, the role came to the fore to banish her guilt. “You…you beasts! I’m of noble blood! How dare you!” I could almost read her thoughts. If I’m helpless, it’s okay to do it…okay to enjoy it. It sank in that she could have said “Lion.” She wanted this, this forbidden act. She just needed the excuse to try it.

The sipahi behind her plunged his finger into her, drawing a high little cry from her that made the men laugh. He slowly pushed it further and further into her, and I watched her perfect, pale ass clench as she felt herself entered there for the very first time.

“God, no! Please!” she moaned. “I’ve never—” Her pleas were cut off as he started to thrust the finger in and out, replaced with a low moan. That raised more laughter. It occurred to me that they probably really did think she was experienced. They knew she was playing a role, of course, that she wasn’t really a Randi. But they likely presumed that any woman who’d suggest this sort of sex game was a fully-fledged swinger, or active on the BDSM scene. They had no idea they were fucking a shy woman who’d only ever slept with me her entire life. Or that this really was the first time even a finger had entered her in that forbidden place.

The finger was drawn from her, and I saw the sipahi pour some more of the liquid—some sort of oil, I presumed—over his cock, until it glistened and shone. Then he raised himself up on his knees and spread her cheeks.

I saw Nandini draw a deep breath in. Her cheek was to the floor, her wrists tugging at her bonds—but she made no attempt to tap out. “God!” she panted. “Not there! Please not there!” Her face was growing red. “Only—Only Randis and strumpets take it…there!”

“Aye,” said the man behind her, nestling the slippery head against her oiled hole. “They do. And so if you really are a noble woman, then you lose that title…now!” He pushed hard against her and the thick, arrow-shaped head pressed for entrance. I saw her eyes widen at the feeling, her breath coming in quick little gasps. He eased back a little, then pushed again, rocking her forward slightly, and she opened to him a little more, groaning at the feeling of being spread and stretched. On the third push, he kept going. Her eyes opened wider, wider—and then her mouth opened in a wide, dark “O” as she felt him slide inside her.

I sat forward on the bench, worried that he would hurt her. But he went slow, and her face registered no pain, only shock at the new sensations. He was only in her a few inches, but sliding deeper millimeter by patient millimeter.

Another sipahi, though, was less patient. Opening his britches, he sat down on the floor at right-angles to her, lifted her head from the floor and shuffled beneath it so that her head was over his cock. With her wrists bound, she could do nothing but accede to his wishes. She stared down at the throbbing head, her fate inexorable, as he slowly lowered her towards it. “I’m a noble woman,” she panted, non-struggling against his hands. “You can’t treat me like—MMFF!”

The sipahi gave a groan as her lips sank over the head of his cock. Almost immediately, they sealed tight around the shaft and her tongue went to work on him. “If she is a noble woman,” he told the others, “she must have spent all her days on her knees servicing lords. She sucks like a gutter Randi.” I saw my wife’s cheeks flare…and her eyes close in ecstasy.

Behind her, the man continued to sink his cock deeper…deeper. He was half into her before he started to pull out. Immediately, Nandini gave a muffled wail at the unfamiliar sensation, but as he plunged forward again it turned into a moan. He began to thrust, very slowly, and the sight of his thickness disappearing between her cheeks had me harder than I’d ever been in my life. I was trying to reconcile, in my mind, the woman I saw on her knees before me and the shy wife I knew. Had she changed…or had she always been like this, underneath, and I’d been too stupid to see it?