My Wife's Experiences with our servant

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"He brushed against me this morning." Neetu told me, her voice hoarse and excited.
It was exactly two years and six months after the first time we had visited the doctor and gotten tested. For the last four months or so my wife and Bhola had become quite close. They were constantly flirting and laughing with each other, so it was bound to happen. I was working at home in the evening, just about to wind down, when Neetu burst into my study, which I used as the home office.
"What do you mean he brushed against you?" I asked her, as she sat down on the sofa, and I shut the door so we could have some privacy.
I looked at my wife. She was very excited, and her voice quite high pitched. Her eyes were sparkling. We have been having sex every night for the past week, so it wasn't due to lack of any action that she was horny. It was whatever Bhola had done to her.
Or, as I would soon find out, was doing to her.
"I was wearing my white nightie." Neetu told me. "This morning. Do you know... the one.. that just comes up to my hips?"
"Yes. The one that shows part of your butt."
Neetu blushed.
"Yes." She nodded. "All morning Bhola's eyes were on me. He even made some comments - 'Memsaab. Your skin is so fair. So smooth.' And the whole time he kept staring at my ass. He didn't even try to hide it. He even told me, 'Memsaab. This dress makes your gaand look nice and shapely.' He used the word 'shapely'!"
"Wow. And how did that make you feel?" I asked my wife. "I mean, here he is, our servant, commenting on your ass. You are the malkin, the boss's wife. He is the low-class servant. And he seems comfortable enough talking to you about your... er... shapely nice gaand. Did you say anything?"
Neetu's eyes were sparkling.
"Darling, I didn't know what to say. I was so wet, my love. I started to have all these naughty thoughts of being used by Bhola as a plaything. I was imagining him fucking me right there with his big cock!" My wife admitted. "And that's when it happened."
Neetu took a small pause before continuing.
"I was on my tiptoes, trying to get a pan from the upper shelf. Bhola saw that I wasn't able to reach the shelf." She explained. "Bhola came and stood behind me and reached for the pan himself. But as he did so, he pressed his body close to mine, and his arm was touching mine. And then he just stayed like that. His body was almost spooning mine, and I could feel his hard cock against my ass. He was... um... very... erect. And big."
I didn't say anything but was trying to picture the scene in my mind. Our servant, fully aroused, rubbing himself against my vulnerable wife.
"His cock was very hard." Neetu continued. "I could actually feel his throbbing manhood against my ass. He didn't move... but just remained there, his cock pressed against my butt crack. I finally said... and this was stupid of me... I said, 'Wow, Bhola'."
"You actually said 'wow'?" I was incredulous. "Just... like... a... 'wow'?"
"Yes." Neetu blushed. "I didn't know what else to say. And then Bhola placed his hand on my ass. He actually squeezed my butt cheeks, darling! He then grabbed my right butt cheek again and pinched me!"
I didn't say anything but listened with rapt attention. My wife was getting molested by the help in her own kitchen!
"I didn't know what to say, so I said, 'Bhola, what are you doing? Your hand is on my butt!'. And Bhola just laughed! After that, he then replied, patting my butt, 'Memsaab. So many ladies in this colony have had the pleasure of my cock. And I work in your house, memsaab. It is time you experienced the real pleasure a man can give a woman.' And after saying this, he actually pinched my ass again, and then spanked it! HE SPANKED MY ASS! Then he rubbed himself against my butt, making sure his penis was way in my butt crack, before he moved away."
"Wow." This time it was all I could say. "Just... like... wow. What are you going to do, Neetu?"
My wife looked at me.
"I have a small confession, darling." She confessed. "This happened a week ago, not this morning."
"WHAT?" Now my jaw fell to the floor. "He brushed against you and copped a feel of your ass - a week ago?"
"Yes." Neetu blushed. "And every day, in the kitchen, he would do something similar. He would raise my nightie or coat and pinch my ass. He will grab a bit of my buttocks and jiggle it or give me a spanking or two. Sometimes he will just next to me and knead my bum as I cut some fruit or chopped some vegetables."
"And you just let him?" I asked.
"I know, I know." My wife shook her head. "This was moving fast, and I didn't know how to deal with it. I mean, he would hold me by the hips, press himself against me and rub against me. And he will proposition me by saying, 'For how long you will deny yourself pleasure, memsaab.' Every day now, for a week, I am being sexually molested like that in the kitchen. Whenever I go there."
And you have been going to the kitchen more often, I thought. I also realized WHY we were having sex every night for the last week. Bhola had been coming on strong to my wife, groping her, and I was the beneficiary.
"So why tell me today, darling?" I asked her. "What happened today?"
"You were in a meeting this afternoon." Neetu told me, her eyes going big as she recollected the incident. "I went to the kitchen to prepare dessert. Bhola was there, mopping. I was dressed just in a blouse and petticoat. No sari."
I waited for my wife to catch her breath.
"I stood next to the sink." Neetu continued. "And Bhola came and stood beside me. He then came and wrapped one of his arms around my waist. I didn't say anything, and soon Bhola's hand was now touching my back all over. He then cupped my ass and gave it a couple of spanks."
I was now listening with full attention, trying to picture the scene in my mind.
"He then told me, 'You have a big gaand, memsaab. A pleasure to touch. Does sahib fuck you often?'. I was surprised by the blunt question, but I replied, 'Not too often, Bhola.'"
"Why did you lie?" I asked my wife. "We are having sex almost..."
"I am not going to discuss my sex life with my servant!" My wife replied almost indignantly. "I am not a slut!"
I mean, here she was, letting her ass get fondled by our servant, but... I decided to let her continue the story.
"He then told me, 'Your husband is an idiot, memsaab. Come to my room tonight. I will show you what a real man is. You will have the best sex of your life.' He then pinched me on each butt cheek. 'Memsaab', He then suddenly told me. 'Memsaab. Place your hands on the counter. Both of them.' It was almost like an order. I don't know why, but I did as he asked, darling."
Neetu paused her story telling, got up and looked around. I knew what she wanted and gave her my water bottle. She took a few sips, and then continued the story.
"I was facing the sink, my hands on the counter, as he asked. Bhola was now behind me. His palms were now on my ass. Both of his hands were now massaging and squeezing my rear end. Bhola carefully caressed my left butt cheek, and then my right. Then he spanked me. Right there, on my ass. Four spanks. And then he once again leaned over and told me to come to his room at night. He would be up."
My wife finished her story telling and then looked at me.
"And what do you plan to do now?" I asked. My heart was beating fast. After talking so much about it, after spending so much time thinking about it, finally it was going to happen. I didn't know yet what to feel.
"I... I... I... I told him I will come to his room tonight." Neetu announced to me, her eyes sparkling. "I told him you have an early meeting tomorrow, so you are going to bed early, and I will be at his room at 1 am in the morning. I am sorry, my love. I... I... just... I don't know what I was doing."
I took her hand and rubbed it in mine.
"Relax, my love." I comforted her. "We have talked about this. Remember why we are doing it."
"I love you, darling." My wife gushed. "But now... I promised him... I will be with him tonight."
"Once you told him that," I asked. "What did he do?"
"He wrapped his arms around me from the back, and again rubbed his hardness against my back. His hands, while playing with my waist, would sometimes go up and cup my breasts. I was helpless as he liberally kissed me on the nape of my neck from behind, squeezed my breasts, while literally dry humping my buttocks. This was... about an hour ago, darling."
There was only one thing we could do.
Neetu and I had sex. Right then, right there. We were both so wound up, and she was so horny and wet, that we couldn't help getting it on fast enough. It was wild, it was loud, it was passionate.
"Oh, my love!" I gushed, as I ejaculated inside her. "Oh, my love."
"Meri jaan." Neetu kept saying. "Meri jaan."
And all I could think of was that later tonight, my wife would be repeating this with our servant. We were finally doing it.
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It was 1 am at night. I stood outside my house. Unknown to my wife and Bhola, I was not in my bedroom. I was outside, just outside Bhola's room, peering in through his window, while keeping to the shadows. My wife had just knocked on Bhola's door and had entered his room. Bhola was in bed, under his duvet.
"Come closer, memsaab." Bhola instructed my wife. "And close the door behind you."
"Er... yes, Bhola." My wife shut the door and walked closer towards the bed.
"Do you want to see it, memsaab?" Bhola asked. He had a confident look about him, as if he already knew my pretty wife's answer.
"Look... I..." Neetu was embarrassed. She suddenly seemed to be having second thoughts. "I don't know... if I should be... here."
Bhola smiled and sat up in his bed.
"I know you want to see it." He said, confidently, as he threw off the covers from his body. "Come here, memsaab. Take a look."
I knew Bhola was right, of course. Neetu couldn't avoid looking at it once Bhola had exposed himself to her, and one look at Neetu's eyes, and anyone would know my wife had never seen a bigger cock in her life. She had of course seen it once before, but that was from half a room away, by the door. This time she was seeing it up in close quarters.
I saw my wife blush, immediately going crimson red. Neetu later had told me that the sight of his beautiful and long penis had immediately dampened her panties - she had started becoming wet immediately, something that almost never happened with her.
I remained hidden outside the window watching my servant complete the seduction of my wife. Thank goodness it was a moonless night, and dark, and summer, so no one would see me from the street. I saw Neetu approach the bed, walking slowly towards Bhola.
"I want you to touch it, memsaab. Stroke it and play with it." Our servant's voice was calm, deliberate, and in control, as he spoke to my helplessly enamoured wife.
"Look... I..." Neetu was still torn between her duty as a loyal wife, and her curiosity and sexual desires as a woman. "My husband is..."
"Memsaab." Bhola asserted. "Your husband is born to be a cuckold. You know it as well as I. I can see it in your eyes."
"Look... I..." Neetu was still slightly hesitant. "I am not sure this is a good idea... I mean..."
"I have seen his little dick." Bhola declared confidently. It was a bit surreal to hear our normally timid, scared, and submissive servant speak in such a dominant tone of voice. "You know memsaab that he can't give you what I can."
As if to underscore his point, Bhola pointed at his cock.
"And I am not just talking about this."
I saw that my wife's eyes narrowed.
"What are you talking about, Bhola?" Neetu asked.
"Oh, come on now, memsaab." Bhola smiled. "I heard you talk with your mother. I heard you talk with... with... sahib... your husband. We all know sahib is lacking a certain... what shall I say... manhood. And he cannot make you what is every woman's ultimate dream. To become a mother. But I can. And of course, make you actually enjoy the process."
Suddenly I saw Neetu give a quick smile. Bhola saw it too. It was as if the last vestiges of Neetu's resistance were slowly melting away. Almost as quickly as she smiled, Neetu quickly stopped the smile. She was still conflicted, but Bhola knew that it was now just a matter of time.
"Just because I want to be a mother, Bhola," Neetu continued, her eyes still transfixed on his cock, "Doesn't mean I should sleep with you, Bhola. Or any man. I am a married lady."
"Think of me as your sperm donor, memsaab." Bhola chuckled. Our servant grabbed his beautiful cock with his hand, tugging at his immense length and drawing my wife's attention even further to it.
"I think, memsaab," He added. "We all know you deserve to be a mother. You deserve all the happiness that being a mother means. And most of all, you deserve the pleasure that... I... can give you."
I could see both arousal and embarrassment across my wife's face. She was still blushing, and yet her eyes had a sort of glazed curious look to them. She was close to the bed now, her eyes fixated on our servant's cock. Bhola decided to take a chance.
He reached out and gently touched my wife's hand.
"Touch it, memsaab." He instructed, stroking her hand.
Suddenly, as if casting off the cloak of modesty that was covering her, my wife reached out with her hand to grab his big penis.
"I can't believe how big it is, Bhola!" My wife exclaimed, completely fascinated by the girth and size of Bhola's manhood. Neetu's fingers were not even able to encircle the full girth of his member. "I have never seen... I mean... I didn't know it can be this big!"
I stood outside the window, watching in stunned silence. My heart was pounding rapidly, both with embarrassment and shame as my wife praised another man's penis, and the arousal of watching my own beautiful wife with our servant. Even though we had both somewhat planned this and brought this along, could this be finally happening for real?
"It is much bigger than your soon to be cuckold husband's." Bhola confidently proclaimed. "You tell me, memsaab. Who is bigger?"
I watched as Neetu's hands cascaded up and down his giant rod, her fingers savoring the sensation of another man's penis. I watched with a lump in my throat, as his huge balls gently flopped up and down, slapping against bedsheet.
"You are right... it's so big!" She commented again, this time smiling at him, while continuing to slowly stroke him. "Much, much bigger than my husband's! Tell me, Bhola, what do you feed it?"
"Married women like you." Bhola replied proudly, which caused another shy smile to appear on my wife's lips.
My wife would later tell me that this statement of his was the one that ultimately broke down her resistance. It showed that he was not only confident of seducing a woman like my wife, but savoured the fact that she was married.
"Not to mention his penis was hot to touch," She would tell me later, "And quite hard. Every vein of his giant penis was radiating heat."
My wife continued to stroke my servant's penis. It was as if she couldn't get enough of it.
"Fuck, Bhola." I saw Neetu bite down on her lip. "I never saw such a magnificent penis! It is so sexy!"
It was clear that Neetu by now was not quite in control of her thoughts and was being driven primarily by lust. For some time, there was no noise from the bed except the gently thud of Bhola's massive balls smacking up and down on my wife's hand. The woman I loved continued to stroke our servant's cock, as if it was the only thing that existed in the world.
"It is getting bigger!" Neetu exclaimed. "Oh, Bhola. What am I getting myself into!"
I saw a grin appear on Bhola's face. He knew right then that he was going to fuck my wife.
"Memsaab." Bhola suddenly said. "Why don't you... kneel down... right here?"
My wife looked at our servant, her eyes curious. Then she began to smile a knowing, naughty, smile.
I then watched, partly in horror, partly with extremely chastening humiliation, and partly with strange erotic arousal, as Neetu began to bend down and kneel. She was going to take Bhola in her mouth! It was a sexual act that she hadn't performed on me in many months, but now Bhola was going to be the beneficiary of my wife's generosity!
"There you go, memsaab." Bhola grinned, and then patted my wife's cheeks. "Let's see how much you can take in, memsaab! Not every woman can take me in fully, but you might!"
My wife cast a defiant look at our servant, as if her femininity had been challenged by him. Neetu didn't say much, but she was now kneeling by the side of the bed, and her head slowly moved downward, her lips parting as she planted her tongue across the head of Bhola's cock. It was only a few seconds until her jaw was stretching around his girth, my wife only able to take a few inches.
I remained transfixed as I watched my wife plant kisses up and down his thick member, running her tongue across his big balls, trying to take as much of him in her mouth as she could manage.
Bhola suddenly reached down and slapped by wife on her butt.
SMACK!
Neetu froze, her lips around his manhood.
"Keep sucking my cock, memsaab." Bhola instructed in a very commanding tone, as he smacked my wife again on her bottom.
SMACK!
"Yes, Bhola."
Neetu began to give him a blowjob in earnest. She used her hands to occasionally stroke him, to give her a little break and some air, before continuing to take him in deeper and deeper. Bhola arched his head back, savoring what had to be the mind-blowing sensation of oral sex from another mans wife.
"Oh memsaab!" He grunted. "You are such a slut! Keeping sucking on my dick!"
I could see Neetu blush again, as Bhola humiliated her by calling her a slut, but she was too enamoured with his penis to care. She didn't even mind as Bhola spanked her bottom again, and again.
SMACK!
SMACK!
My wife continued to suck him for several minutes, kissing up and down his shaft, and from time to time moving her fingers downward to caress and fondle his large testicles.
"Oh fuck, memsaab. OH FUCK! AAAAAAAHHHH!" Bhola suddenly grunted.
A huge wad of semen suddenly exploded into my wife's mouth from our servant's penis. My wife closed her lips around his cock, but not before a lot of cum landed on her bosom and face, coating her cheeks, and the lingerie, with thick splatters of ejaculate. I could see her throat continuing to work, sucking and sucking and sucking, as Bhola continued to pump huge amounts of semen inside her lips.
Finally, eventually, Bhola stopped his orgasmic convulsion, grunting. My wife slowly relinquished her mouth's firm grasp from his tool, and I could see some semen trickle out and fall on to her chest. Neetu swallowed again. Such had been the initial blast that despite swallowing most of his cum, Neetu still had a sizeable amount on her face and on the lingerie near her chest area.
"My... my goodness!" Neetu uttered. "Bhola! That's a lot of cum!"
"You swallowed most of it, memsaab." Bhola commented. "Like a proper slut. I always knew you are a slut, memsaab."
I could see Neetu blush once again as Bhola called her a slut.
"Do you swallow your husband's cum too, memsaab?" Bhola asked.
Neetu didn't say anything, but I saw her shake her head. She still had cum on her face.
"Do you even give your husband a blowjob, memsaab?"
Once again Neetu blushed, and then shook her head. She didn't say anything.
For some time, no one spoke.
"Wait for ten minutes, memsaab." Bhola suddenly uttered. "I will be ready to go again. And this time... I won't waste it on your mouth. You will get what you are here for."
"I need to go... and wash my face." Neetu suddenly said. "And um... clean up."
"Use my toilet." Bhola instructed.
"Er... why, Bhola?"
"Memsaab. My toilet is right next door." Bhola replied. "You don't want the chance of your husband seeing you walk up the stairs with my cum on your face, do you?"
"Er... ok." My wife acquiesced.
"You should pee also." Bhola instructed her. "It will be good for you."
"Er... sure." My wife acceded.
"And after you are done, come straight here to me." Bhola ordered my wife. "I am not done with you yet, memsaab."
Once more I saw Neetu blush, before she stood up.
"I will be back, Bhola."
I watched as my wife exited the room. I was ready to go back inside the house if she was going back upstairs, but Neetu actually turned right... she was going to Bhola's washroom! No doubt she was going to clean and freshen herself.
Bhola and I both waited for nearly ten minutes before we heard the bathroom door open, and my wife softly walking back towards Bhola's room.
"Come here, memsaab." Bhola saw her at the door and ordered, as he patted the area next to him on the bed.
This time my wife didn't even hesitate and started walking towards the bed.
"Yes, Bhola."
I watched my own wife complete her submission to our well-hung man servant. My own penis was awkwardly erect even as shame, humiliation and embarrassment coursed through me. I was almost in a trance, peering through the window, watching as my wife Neetu slipped into bed next to Bhola, her hand immediately again reaching out and grasping at his incredible penis.
"You like it, don't you, memsaab?" Bhola grinned, as Neetu stroked him. "You can't help but touch it now."
"Yes, Bhola." Neetu nodded, her eyes fixed on his once again rapidly hardening cock. It was clear that the giant appendage was now an object of her sexual fascination. "I... I have never seen one so big!"
"It can reach areas inside you that your husband never can." Bhola smirked. Neetu didn't say anything, but blushed once again, and continued to stroke him.
My heart nearly exploded when they kissed. She turned and he pressed his lips onto hers and I saw my wife eagerly suck at his tongue.
"O memsaab." Bhola admitted, as he kissed my wife, first on her lips, and then on her cheeks. "I have been desiring you for a long time. You have been teasing me for a long time, you naughty slut! I can't wait to fuck you and cum in you and make you pregnant."
A shiver seemed to run through my wife.
"Bhola, I am yours." My wife replied, as her lips locked on to his. "Take me."
I watched, almost unable to believe this was happening, as my servant and my wife kissed passionately. This was Neetu - my wife - my beloved... the love of my life, and this was Bhola - a mere lowly servant! And she was telling him - 'take me!'
"Memsaab." Bhola chuckled, as he took a pause from sucking on my wife's tongue. "You have seen me fully naked. But I am yet to get that pleasure from you."
"Oh, Bhola." My wife giggled. "You are so naughty. I am so shy."
Bhola raised a hand. I thought in alarm that he was going to slap my wife, but then he reached for her clothes.
"Time to strip you naked, memsaab." Bhola said, as he reached down to grab the bottom of her lingerie. Neetu laughed, her own fingers wrapped around his manhood, the same penis that had ejaculated into her mouth some time ago.
"Raise your arms, memsaab." Bhola commanded.
Bhola raised the lingerie upwards, and Neetu reluctantly let go of his cock and raised her own arms, as Bhola peeled off her dress. I watched my beautiful wife, dressed now only in lace panties and a bra, in bed with my naked servant.
"Memsaab, you are so pretty, and so fair!" Bhola remarked, as he kissed my blushing wife again. I continued to watch, my own cock now fully erect and rock hard. I had to unzip my trousers, take my cock out and start to stroke it. My heart was beating fast, not only from rage or jealousy but also from lust, knowing that my fantasy, and all our planning, was just about to get realised.
As they continued to kiss, Bhola reached behind her and in one expert move unclasped her bra. Neetu gave a little scream as the bra snapped open, and then giggled as her beautiful large breasts spilled out. Bhola immediately started to squeeze my wife's boobs with his rough hands. I saw Neetu arch her head backwards and moan softly.
"I can't believe this is happening, Bhola." She repeated, looking down as our servant continued to milk her breasts. "My husband always had trouble opening my bra so quickly!"
Bhola seemed to know what to say.
"You are a beautiful woman, memsaab. You have some nice tuttay (breasts). I am sure he was distracted."
Neetu giggled in reply. Bhola then leaned forward and started sucking on each in turn.
"Oh, Bhola." Neetu gasped at the pleasure our servant was giving her. While she pulled on his cock, Bhola released a nipple from his mouth with loud smacking sound.
"Does your husband pleasure you like this, memsaab?"
"Oh, Bhola." My wife was too lost in her sensations to reply properly.
"I guess not," Bhola answered his own question, again taking the nipple back into his mouth and nibbling on it.
"Oh, Bhola!" Neetua gasped again with a gentle moan escaping from her lips. Once more Bhola stopped sucking on her tits and moved his lips towards her.
"I love your breasts, memsaab." Bhola said, as their lips once again collided in lust. As they kissed, he powerfully turned around so that my poor wife was now on her back on the bed, and Bhola on top of her, pinning her down. Neetu giggled again, her tits bouncing with her as she moved on the bed.
"Spread your legs, memsaab." Bhola ordered. "And brace yourself, my lovely slut."
Almost instinctively, shamelessly, without hesitation, Neetu spread her legs.
It was a highly erotic sight. A profound sense of humiliation washed over me as I witnessed my own wife submitting to another man, symbolically and literally opening her legs to her new and young lover.
Bhola touched her between her legs. A shudder seemed to pass through my wife. I saw Neetu close her eyes.
"You are wet, memsaab." Bhola said. It was a factual statement, and I saw Neetu blush once again.
"I am taking your panties off." Bhola told her.
"Please be gentle with me, Bhola." Neetu suddenly pleaded, as our servant pulled her panties down. Another shudder went through her body.
"Not used to a big cock, are you memsaab?" Bhola grinned, watching as waves of pleasure swamped my wife.
Neetu shook her head. Of course, she wasn't - my cock was nowhere near in size to that.
"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola sat up and looked at my wife. "Do you want me to fuck you now?"
Neetu, still trying to deal with the mini orgasmic waves rocking her body, looked at him, puzzled. She bit her lips, and her eyes wandered over to his crotch, before once again looking at Bhola. My wife nodded.
"Not good enough." Bhola shook his head. "I need you to say it, memsaab."
Neetu sighed, and then sat up. She then wrapped her arms around Bhola and kissed him on his lips long and hard. As they kissed, I saw her body shake again.
"Bhola." Neetu then said. "I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Now."
Bhola did not waste any more time. He clutched at her ass and pulled her naked body close to his. As they kissed, Bhola moved so that he was now straddling atop her. His behemoth of a cock was now nestling between her legs.
"Ready, memsaab?" He asked.
"Er... I think so. Please be gentle, Bhola." My wife pleaded.
This was the moment that I remember very clearly. This was the first time another man, a man other than me, was going to fuck my wife's pussy. This was the first time Bhola was doing it. He would do it many times more, but this was the moment that burned itself into my memory.
Bhola aimed his giant rock-hard erect cock at my wife's pussy, and plunged straight in.
"Ooooooh!" My wife gasped, almost in disbelief, as his missile like penis penetrated her body, making her head arch back in pleasure.
Slowly, carefully, inch by inch, Bhola breached a place that only I had been before, his manly length driving deeper into my wife than I ever had, to places that I would never be able to reach. Her pussy stretched, her ass squirming as she experienced a new world of sensations.
"Oh, Bhola, you are in me!" My wife Neetu exclaimed as Bhola straightened his body driving his cock deeper inside of her. "Oh, Bhola, you are in me! So deep! Oh, Bhola, you are in me! So deep!"
It was as if Neetu couldn't believe Bhola was fucking her. She never had a cock penetrated so deep inside her before and Neetu braced herself as Bhola began to fuck her cunt.
"Oooooh! OOOOOH! BHOLA!" Neetu continued to gasp and shudder, her hands clutching Bhola in the back and her nails digging into him as she braced herself. Bhola still wasn't completely inside her.
SMACK!
SMACK!
My servant smacked my wife on the side of her buttocks again, as he gently withdrew, before diving back in.
"OOOOOH! BHOLA!"
"How do you like it, memsaab?" He grunted, clutching into her rear, stuffing more of his member into my wife.
"It's... it is... so... BIG!" Neetu moaned, gasping loudly, her toes curling as her feet twitched. Neetu was so loud, but she didn't care. She was in heaven.
Bhola soon got a rhythm going. They started to fuck with passion, both of them lost to their desire, his heavy testicles slapping into her thigh repeatedly as his dick rammed into her. Neetu was squealing, her vocal pleasure hitting octaves that I didn't know existed within her, all while she bucked along with the conquering male.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
His big testicles thwacked into the clammy skin of her ass, creating a chorus of slapping that joined along with the creaking of the bed. My wife was getting the fucking of her life, and my dick was diamond hard in arousal even as I realized I was not the man giving it to her.
Neetu had fully lost control of her senses, as Bhola was now completely inside of her. She screamed in delight as she locked her legs around his waist, pulling Bhola into her. They kissed passionately as he fucked her.
"Bhola! Bhola! Bhola! Ohhh! Wowww!! Ohhh my G-G-Goddd!"
Their bodies were now moving in a frenzy as Bhola stuffed his cock in and out of her. He was now really beginning to hammer my wife into submission. Neetu's eyes began to glaze over, and her stare became distant. She grunted, breathlessly gasping incomprehensible words as her body experienced something profound.
"OHHHH I am going to cum... BHOLA!" My wife moaned.
A huge explosion rocked my wife. She raised her hand up to cover her own mouth, her arm shaking as she struggled to comprehend the intensity of the waves of pleasure that ran through her. It was almost as if she couldn't believe that her body had produced such a feeling.
Eventually, the room quieted for a moment. Her voice was delicate as she navigated the immensity of what had just occurred. I heard Neetu smack her lips together in recovery, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
"Oh Bhola. I've never cum like that before." She admitted, as she kissed him all over.
"I am not surprised, memsaab." Bhola commented, still continued to pump my wife. "I have seen sahib a couple of times. He has a little dick."
"I love your cock. You are so much bigger than my husband." My wife admitted and kissed him back. It was deeply erotic, and yet emasculating, to hear my wife say those words to another man, all while his massive penis was still embedded deep inside her.
"You still haven't cum, Bhola." My wife noted, her eyes suddenly filled with concern. "You can cum in my pussy if you like. No need to wear a condom."
"Memsaab." Bhola grinned, as he continued to fuck my wife. "That could make you pregnant."
Neetu blushed again.
"Isn't that what we want?" She grinned naughtily. "I won't tell my husband!"
"I want to do you doggy style." Bhola suddenly stated, slowly releasing his manhood from Neetu's pussy. "Don't worry, I will cum in your pussy, memsaab."
My wife nodded, rolling off of him.
"Get on your knees and face away from me, memsaab." Our servant demanded.
"Yes, Bhola." My wife acquiesced immediately, getting onto her haunches, her big ass now pointed back at Bhola.
Bhola got behind my wife and slapped his heavy manhood down onto her ass and pushed her forward so that she was bracing her stance with her forearms.
"Does sahib ever fuck you doggy?" He asked, calmly, while reaching across her back and taking her hair in his hand. It was amazing how dominating he had suddenly become. My wife giggled in response, clearly enjoying a dominant man's sexual assertion.
"Er... no, Bhola." My wife replied.
"Yet you are allowing me to treat you like this. A slut."
Neetu blushed again but remained silent.
Bhola gently pushed her forward so that she rested on her forearms, her heavy tits swinging above the cushion of the mattress. He moved behind her, laying his heavy cock along the curvature of her ass.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Once again, he spanked her, this time fully, and firmly, on her buttocks.
"Does sahib ever spank you on your big gaand, memsaab?"
"Er... no, Bhola."
SMACK!
SMACK!
"Do you like it, memsaab?" Bhola asked.
"Er... not usually, Bhola." My wife replied. "But now you are doing it... I... like it."
As if suddenly cognizant of what she admitted to, my wife blushed immediately. Bhola grinned and raised his hand.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Bhola spanked my wife a few times. I saw her ass slowly become red where he was hitting her.
SMACK!
SMACK!
"Tell me what you want me to do now, memsaab." He commanded, as he paused the spanking, and started to rub his erect dick against her bottom. "If you get it wrong I will keep spanking you."
"Er... yes, Bhola." My wife obediently replied. "I want you to fuck me doggy style with your big dick and cum in my pussy and make me pregnant."
"Very good, memsaab. I will not spank you now." Bhola responded, slapping his shaft up into the folds of her pussy, massaging her lips open, and then slowly penetrating her once again.
"OOOOH BHOLA!" Neetu moaned in pleasure. "I love you."
Even as she said that I saw Neetu blush again. Why would she say, 'I love you'? It must have been in the throes of lust. Even Bhola chuckled, as he continued to fuck her.
"Really, memsaab?" He grinned. "You are a married lady, and I am your servant. And I am fucking you doggy style. Like a bitch. You are a slut, memsaab."
"Oh, Bhola." My helpless wife murmured, as Bhola continued to plough into her. I saw Bhola raise his hand again.
"I do want to spank you, memsaab. You have such a nice ass. I like fucking you like a bitch. And bitches get spanked."
SMACK!
SMACK!
He spanked her a few more times, even as my wife began to rock her body.
"Oh, Bhola." She pleaded. "Please cum in me. Please!"
Bhola pushed her down while still grabbing her hair and began to thrust in and out of her. She groaned in response. He once again slapped her right ass cheek hard.
SMACK!
"Oh yes!" Neetu squealed. "OH YES! SPANK ME! FUCK ME! CUM IN ME!"
Bhola slowly pumped into her, his large arms grasping onto her waist as he fucked my wife from behind. Neetu lowered her head, her hair cascading across her face, her breasts swaying from Bhola's thrusts.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Bhola slapped her rear once more, causing her to flinch in pleasure. He began to increase his tempo, the sounds of their naked skin slapping together becoming louder along with the creaking of the bed frame.
"Oh! Oh! Yess! Yess! FUCK!! I'm going to cum again!!"
SMACK!
SMACK!
Bhola slapped her ass again, pulling her hair back as he once again felt her pussy convulse and tighten down on his cock. Neetu was squealing now, her mouth uttering meaningless phrases as another orgasm rocked her body. Bhola was now fucking her powerfully, their naked skin continuing to slap into one another.
"I love your cock. Oh, Bhola, you are amazing!" Neetu gushed. "Your cock is so much bigger than my husband's. It feels amazing!"
"Sahib and his little dick can't compete with me." Bhola grunted, his heavy balls slapping into my wife's ass at a faster pace, their sweaty skins clinging to one another in heat.
"Of course not!" My wife then uttered the words that would forever be seared into my conscious. "Never. That little dick can't make me cum like you do, Bhola."
"Whose pussy is this, memsaab?"
"It's your pussy, Bhola." My wife replied. "You are the bigger man."
SMACK!
SMACK!
"I am not just bigger than your husband." Bhola said, his balls beginning to slap into my wife's ass with faster pace, as he smacked my wife's ass again. "He can't also fuck you like I can, memsaab."
My wife nodded her head in agreement.
"He could never fuck me like you, Bhola." She replied, her eyes closing as yet another wave of pleasure overwhelmed her.
"He's a loser, your husband." Bhola taunted me, even as he continued to fuck my wife. "He's a real loser. He has a wife who's a real fine piece of ass, and he can't even fuck her properly. What a loser!"
As he continued fucking my wife, Bhola smacked Neetu again on her ass.
SPANK!
SPANK!
"Memsaab. You are now my slut." He hissed. "You are now my woman. You will come to me every night to be fucked."
"Yes, Bhola." My wife nodded. "I'm your married slut. I will be here every night for you to fuck me, Bhola. Fuck your memsaab. Cum in your memsaab's pussy, Bhola."
Suddenly I could see Bhola's veins bulge.
"Memsaab. I am coming. In your pussy."
"AAAAAAHHHHH!"
Neetu's eyes rolled to the back of her head as I saw her fingers claw into the bed spread, her tits slapping together as she bucked back into her lover. Truly spent, she collapsed into the mattress even as she smacked her large ass back into her lover, her beautiful body shuddering in profound pleasure as our servant continued to pump ropes of his cum deep into her womb. Bhola's muscles continued to strain, all while he bucked powerfully, grunting as he finished inside of her.
This would be the first time Bhola had ejaculated in my wife's cunt. It wouldn't be the last.

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