22-05-2024, 01:22 PM
Mr Dhawale - "Aata paasun mala Sir mhanaycha, aani tyacha samor Jee suddha lavaycha " - samazli zavade. From now onwards call me "SIR" and it should be followed by "JEE" as a mark of respect. - understood slut.
"Jee Dhawale jee" - my wife responded.
Again he continued, this time addressing me - "Aani tu bhadvya Bharat - tuzya baiko la naava ni nahi bolvaycha cha, ti mazi Raand aahe, tila madam mhanaycha" kalala. You idiot Bharat, dont call your wife by her name, she is my slave, you must calll her madam. Understood ?
"Jee Dhawale sahab " - I replied.
"What a great pair of titties you have, Richa," Dhawale ji was saying. "Of all my clients, you have the best boobs.
Of all my clients. He had others spread throughout the city. My wife was just a part of his intricate harem.
"Er ... thank you, Sirjee."
"Damn it, Richa. What a fine lady you are! That's it, down on your knees. Lick it. Ahh, that's good. Now take it into your mouth -- mmm! -- fine, fine bitch. That's it, my slut. Suck my dick."
The sound was so clear I could hear muffled groans and slurps. Occasionally I heard sounds that were sharp like a pistol shot.
SLAP!
SLAP!
Mr. Dhawale was slapping my wife. He often loved to slap her when she was giving him a blowjob. I could hear Richa moaning again as she got into it. My heart was thumping like a hammer, beating hundred times faster than normal. Standing there with my ear to the wall I lost all track of time. I heard a loud groan, then Mr. Dhawale's gruff voice again.
"All right, bitch, get on the sofa and open your legs. That's it. What a fine sight. Love that tight pussy of yours. I am going to cum in you good. I am going to make you scream my name."
"I would always like to take your name, Sirjee." I heard my wife say softly. "Even when my cuckold husband is fucking me."
I heard Mr. Dhawale laugh.
"He won't be cuming in you much longer, baby." He drawled. "Just next week, you take him on a holiday and let him fuck you all he wants for two weeks. After that, for the next six months, you are mine."
"Yes, Sirjee. I am looking forward to that, Sirjee. Very much."
"Now lift that pussy. Show it to me. That's it. Easy does it."
I knew Mr. Dhawale was now enjoying himself. After all, Richa's pussy felt so good even on my tiny cock, I can't even imagine how it must feel for a real man. I heard my wife cry out sharply. Then I heard a series of sounds - the bed creaking, my wife squeaking and groaning, and Mr. Dhawale grunting and exclaiming. Occasionally I heard sharp smacking sounds. I knew this time he wasn't slapping her; he was spanking my wife on her buttocks.
It went on for a long time, then I heard him issue commands to my wife.
"Turn around now, slut. Get on all fours like your husband behaves at times. Show me that ass! That's it. Good girl."
There followed more rhythmic sounds accompanied by slaps and occasional cries from my wife. I knew my own penis was now rock hard, wondering at the exact scene of what was going on inside.
Finally ... there was a loud cry from Richa, faster thrusting and then a loud groan from Dhawale ji. Then all fell silent. I was in a daze of disbelief. I suddenly became aware of my own surroundings and feelings. I noticed to my shame that my penis was now fully erect. In fact, it was hard as stone. The most humiliating part wasn't that I had been punished in front of my wife, or that my wife was being roughly taken in her pussy behind that closed door. It was how hard it made my cock.
"Sirjee!" I heard Richa whimper. "I can't wait ... again ... for you to fuck me."
I suddenly felt my penis throb, and then felt the cum spout forth into my thighs. Listening to my wife urging Dhawale ji to fuck her cunt again after he just banged her was too much for my dick to handle.
Burning with confusion and embarrassment, I cleaned myself up as best I could .
Mr. Dhawale ji stood up.
"Come, follow me." He ordered ... both to me and my wife. Then he turned specially to me.
SLAP!
Once again, I hadn't seen his hand move - he was so fast. I was being slapped again by him.
SLAP!
"Get my phone, cuckold." He commanded. "I am going to fuck your wife thoroughly now, and you will record it. I will show it to other clients as well"
"Yes, Sir."
SLAP!
"What will you do, cuck?" Mr. Dhawale ji asked me tauntingly.
"I will ... er ... record you fucking my wife thoroughly, so that you can show it to all your friends and clients Sir."
"Good!"
SLAP!
"Get my phone. Be fast." Mr. Dhawale ji ordered, and then grinned. "You are an expert in cuming fast, aren't you?"
"Er ... yes, Sir."
SLAP!
SLAP!
Just to drive home the point about how dominant a man he was, Mr. Dhawale ji slapped me a few times, while my wife stood there, watching.
And then, about ten minutes later, I found myself recording the scene on his iphone, while my wife and He got busy. Again.
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Uh..... Hmmmmm.. UHMG! UHMG! UHMG!"
I was watching my wife, now stripped of her clothing, completely naked as the day she was born, pant and moan continuously. She was on her belly, on the bed, laying spreadeagled. Dhawale ji, equally naked, was on top of her, ploughing in and out of her.
"Oh God!" My wife yelled. "OH GOD!"
"Ah, you like that, don't you, slut!" Mr. Dhawale ji grinned. "You always love this."
"Oh yes, Sirjee!" My wife murmured. "Unless now you want me in another position. Maybe you want to flip me around
"May be." Dhawale ji replied.
They paused their fucking for a bit. I could see Mr. Dhawale ji withdraw out of my wife, his hard cock making a plunk sound as it emerged. Richa bent her back and hauled herself up. There was a pillow under her belly, that she took out and placed to one side. I was recording all of this on his iphone.
"Oh, you had gone in so deep." My wife laughed, as she turned around to lie down on her back. "That felt so ... filling, Sirjee."
"Babe, you needed a real cock." Dhawale ji grinned, as he positioned himself again. "A real man's cock."
"Oh, this is so beautiful. I am so lucky." My wife replied, before she turned to me. "Bharat, look at his cock dear. It is sooo much bigger and thicker than yours. I simply cannot resist having his baby, my love. My cuckold! Every time Sir jee is done fucking me, I think ... I must experience it at least once again!"
"Er ... yes, ma'am."
"You know who else is lucky?" Richa continued. "YOU. You are lucky, Bharat. That a man this good is fucking your wife, and you are seeing it."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Thank him, cuckold." My wife commanded. "Thank Sir jee for fucking your wife. For doing the job you can't do."
"Yes, ma'am. Er ... thank you, Sir, for fucking my wife. For giving her the pleasure that I can't."
Dhawale ji laughed again.
"Let me explore the world deep inside this slut wife of yours, cuckold." He grunted, as he thrust again into my wife, who started to scream in ecstasy again. "Hey loser. Watch me stretch out your wife."
"Er ... yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir, for letting me watch."
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! Oh, Sir jee!" My wife, oblivious to my humiliation, continued to moan. "UNGH! UNGH!"
Dhawale ji took his cock in and out, letting my wife's pussy once again adjust to his massive girth and size. Finally, his entire cock was buried in the hot snatch of Richa.
"Oh God!" Richa began to moan again. "This feels so good!"
Dhawale ji leaned in and they kissed long and hard, even as he continued to pump into her.
"Oh Richa, you're so tight! It's like you're a virgin! Again!"
"Oh, Sir jee! I've never had anyone as big as you! UMGH! UMGH! UMGH! It feels that good. Oh God your cock feels so good! Now fuck me hard, Sirjee! Give it to me!"
They continued to kiss passionately as they fucked. Dhawale ji had now began ramming hard into my wife, slapping her ass and pinching her boobs as he fucked her like an animal. Richa was screaming in pleasure, thrusting back her hips for his thrusts and moaning for more.
"Oh, Sir jee! Don't stop!" My wife begged. "Harder! Harder!"
He kept on and on, fucking my wife relentlessly. After about 10 minutes of fucking, Richa came violently. But Dhawale ji did not stop, still plunging his cock in and out of her convulsing body. In this way, Richa had three orgasms, one after the other, with Dhawale ji still going strong and fucking her throughout. Then he slowly withdrew from her and sat up in bed.
Oh God! Bharat it is still sooo hard." My wife, delirious and hardly in her senses, wrapped her hands around her lover's shaft. "I must give you a blowjob, Sirjee."
She got down from the bed and went on her knees in front of him and slowly put out her tongue and licked his hard meat.
"Ooooohhh," Dhawale ji closed his eyes and enjoyed my hot wife licking his hard cock. Richa was now sucking his cock in earnest.
"Bharat, you are a lucky man," He remarked. "Your wife has got juicy lips. I am going to enjoying cumming in these."
"Er ... yes, Sir."
"Oh Bharat, Sirjee is so huge." My wife taunted me, as she continued taking his cock in her mouth. "He completely fills my mouth."
Dhawale ji turned to my wife and gave her a tight slap.
SLAP!
"Who are you, Richa?"
If Richa was confused, she didn't show it.
"Sirjee, I am your slut, and your property."
Dhawale ji slapped my wife again, this time a little harder.
SLAP!
"I meant both of you, slut."
"Oh, I am sorry, Sirjee. We are both your slaves, and your property, Sirjee. I am his wife, but your slut. I am soon going to carry your child, Sirjee."
Dhawale ji slapped Richa again, but this time a little more softly.
SLAP!
"Now look into that camera, and tell your husband that you are going to get a face full of cum."
Richa did as she was asked to do. Dhawale ji slapped my wife again.
SLAP!
"And what will happen in a few months, my bitch?"
Richa looked at me straight in the eye and said, "Will you still love me, cuckold, when my breasts and belly starts to swell? My sexy, slim body filling out as another man's baby, a real man's baby, grows inside me?"
"Er ... yes, of course, ma'am." I had to reply. I saw Dhawale ji give a sardonic smile. He slapped my wife again.
SLAP!
"Good! Now continue."
I could see that Richa's eyes, despite her punishment, despite being slapped humiliatingly, was full of lust, as she licked and sucked on He's penis and scrotum with passion.
"Come here, cuck." Dhawale ji turned to me. "Hold your wife's hair. I don't want anything to come in between my cock and her lips."
"Er ... yes, Sir."
I obeyed, and I could see Richa eagerly go down again on He. My wife's expert sucking soon paid off as Dhawale ji moaned, "I'm gonna cum, slut."
Richa was just able to get his monster out of her mouth as he shot his hot cum all over my beautiful wife's face and boobs. Richa looked every inch a slut as she lay there coated in his cum from her face down to her boobs. She looked right at me for an instant, knowing how much this turned me on.
"Oh, so much cum, Sirjee." My wife turned to He and said seductively, as she dipped a finger into the cum on her body and tasted it. "Mmm this tastes so good, Sirjee."
Dhawale ji, finally spent, turned to look at me.
"Did you like the view, cuckold?"
"Er ... yes, Sir."
"Did you get it all on the phone, cuckold?"
"Er ... yes, Sir."
"So ... stop recording now, you idiot. And let go of her hair."
"Er ... yes, Sir."
"Since you are not going to be of any use," Dhawale ji mocked. "Why don't you go and do the cleaning of gym area ? start by sweeping off the floor with broom "
"Er ... yes, Sir."
"Come on, MOVE!" He growled.
Like a trained dog I went to grab the broom. It wasn't like there was anything I could have done. He was an alpha man and he was going to do what he wanted.
"And if you are done and want to come back, stay outside and knock first." Dhawale ji yelled. "I am just getting started with this slut wife of yours."
After sweeping and mopping the floor for next 45 minutes, I went bacl to the reception area.
Dhawale ji stood there, looking mighty pleased with himself. His rock hard athletic body, despite his age, was in firm contrast to my own pudgy figure. As Richa traced one hand up his body, another hand wriggled down to grasp his monstrous appendage.
They were now kissing, again. Richa's arms were wrapped around my boss's back, while his hands were on her ass. As they sucked each other's tongue, his hands groped and cupped her oily buttocks. Then he raised one hand and smacked her butt cheek.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Her left butt cheek quivered as he spanked her, while his other hand continued to squeeze and pinch her right butt cheek.
"Oh, Sirjee!" Richa cried out, as Dhawale ji stopped kissing her. She licked her lips, and then gave him to quick pecks on his cheeks. My boss looked her at her, and then nodded, indicating for her to go down. Richa quickly acquiesced. She went down on all fours, bending over to move her mouth to my boss's giant cock. As she sucked him there, Dhawale ji continued to knead and smack my wife on her caboose.
"Oh, Bharat!" Dhawale ji exclaimed. "What a good cocksucker your wife is."
"I ... thank you, Sir."
"Bharat, go get me a cold drink from a nearby supermarket store."
"Yes, sir."
When I was back with his drink, Dhawale ji had one hand in my wife's pussy, rubbing her there while she continued to suck his penis. Seeing me with the drink, my boss gave my wife a resounding slap on her ass.
SMACK!
"OK, sweet cheeks." My boss told Richa. "Get up. Crawl over to the headstand. Time for you to get fucked in the butt."
"Yes, Sirjee."
My wife stopped what she was doing and crawled over the soga to the headstand. She remained on all fours, waiting. She reminded me of a dog - a bitch - that was faithfully waiting for her master.
Dhawale ji finished the drink and handed me the glass back. He then climbed on the sofa and positioned himself behind Richa.
"Bharat!" He turned and saw me standing and barked an order at me. "Get my phone out of my jacket. Make sure you are recording this."
"Yes, sir."
My boss placed a hand on my wife's buttocks. His phallus, now enlarged and ready, was just behind my wife's pussy. With a grunt, Dhawale ji plunged into my wife Richa.
"OOOOOH!" Richa moaned, as Dhawale ji's manhood ploughed into her. "Sirjee! OOOOH YES!"
"Randi!" Dhawale ji mocked her. "What a piece of meat you are! Having sex with your husband's boss in front of him! Getting fucked in the gaand, no less!"
"OOOH." Richa hardly heard him. Her hands were clutched around the pillows under her as her ass gamely took a pounding from my boss. "AAAAAAH."
I recorded him fucking my wife in the ass. There was something so gloriously beautiful watching my fair skinned wife gamely take a big cock in her ass, especially when she looked up and smiled at me a few times.
They went at it for almost five minutes. His hands were around her waist as he hammered her, while she hung on for dear life. Then, as he slowed down, my wife turned back to look at me.
"Darling." She called out to me, her eyes big and her face lighting up with a smile. "Come closer. I want you to watch. His dick ... he's so big ... he hits spots you never can, darling."
"Yes, dear ... er ... ma'am." I awkwardly replied. "I AM watching."
"Record from a little closer, cuckold." Richa instructed, even as Dhawale ji smacked her bum. "Please. I need the video later to get me off when Sirjee is not here. Your cock won't do it."
"Er ... yes, ma'am."
"You want to put your baby cock into my ass, cuck!" My wife taunted me. "But as you can see, only real men are allowed to do it!"
"Er ... yes, ma'am. I can see that."
Dhawale ji's jaw was set, and he was moaning too, along with my wife, on whose face pleasure was clearly written, even as she was impaled on Dhawale ji's huge cock. Erotic sensations were clearly flowing through her belly, and both the rod pumping into her rectum and Dhawale ji's finger in her clit combined to send a powerful orgasm gushing through her body.
"Oh, fuck!" My wife moaned, before turned to me again. "I can't believe he is still in my ass, babe. He is so big! And look at you ... you are so hard! Just watching us! You love this just as much as me, don't you?"
"Er ... I guess so, ma'am."
My wife then turned her attention fully to her lover. Soon she began to moan and scream very loudly.
"CUM IN ME, SIRJEE! PLEASE! CUM IN MY PUSSY!" My wife was begging my boss now.
Dhawale nodded. There was a large sound as he withdrew from my wife's ass. My wife turned around to face him, even as Dhawale ji spread Richa's legs and entered her pussy.
I stood there, naked, and watched him fuck my wife, this time in her pussy. I almost felt like a girl, standing there next to his enormous cock going in and out of my wife. He was literally lifting her with it.
Because Dhawale had already come once it seemed to take him forever to cum. I watched jealously as he pounded my eager wife, switching positions a few times, and making her scream with pleasure as she came repeatedly. She was completely ignoring my presence, fully engrossed in making love to him.
"What's your fantasy, slut, for later this week?" He asked her, as he continued to pound her.
"Oh... Sirjee." My wife answered with gritted teeth. "I want to continue this session for quite a long time . I would like to be surrounded by men ... UNGH ... covered in their cum ... UNGH ... and watched by my cuckold ... UNGH ... as he stands there ... UNGH ... helpless to intervene ... UNGH!"
"I knew it, you are seriously a bomb, I will make good use of you with all my mates. Just wait and watch you Vyabhicharini ."
"Jee Dhawale jee" - my wife responded.
Again he continued, this time addressing me - "Aani tu bhadvya Bharat - tuzya baiko la naava ni nahi bolvaycha cha, ti mazi Raand aahe, tila madam mhanaycha" kalala. You idiot Bharat, dont call your wife by her name, she is my slave, you must calll her madam. Understood ?
"Jee Dhawale sahab " - I replied.
"What a great pair of titties you have, Richa," Dhawale ji was saying. "Of all my clients, you have the best boobs.
Of all my clients. He had others spread throughout the city. My wife was just a part of his intricate harem.
"Er ... thank you, Sirjee."
"Damn it, Richa. What a fine lady you are! That's it, down on your knees. Lick it. Ahh, that's good. Now take it into your mouth -- mmm! -- fine, fine bitch. That's it, my slut. Suck my dick."
The sound was so clear I could hear muffled groans and slurps. Occasionally I heard sounds that were sharp like a pistol shot.
SLAP!
SLAP!
Mr. Dhawale was slapping my wife. He often loved to slap her when she was giving him a blowjob. I could hear Richa moaning again as she got into it. My heart was thumping like a hammer, beating hundred times faster than normal. Standing there with my ear to the wall I lost all track of time. I heard a loud groan, then Mr. Dhawale's gruff voice again.
"All right, bitch, get on the sofa and open your legs. That's it. What a fine sight. Love that tight pussy of yours. I am going to cum in you good. I am going to make you scream my name."
"I would always like to take your name, Sirjee." I heard my wife say softly. "Even when my cuckold husband is fucking me."
I heard Mr. Dhawale laugh.
"He won't be cuming in you much longer, baby." He drawled. "Just next week, you take him on a holiday and let him fuck you all he wants for two weeks. After that, for the next six months, you are mine."
"Yes, Sirjee. I am looking forward to that, Sirjee. Very much."
"Now lift that pussy. Show it to me. That's it. Easy does it."
I knew Mr. Dhawale was now enjoying himself. After all, Richa's pussy felt so good even on my tiny cock, I can't even imagine how it must feel for a real man. I heard my wife cry out sharply. Then I heard a series of sounds - the bed creaking, my wife squeaking and groaning, and Mr. Dhawale grunting and exclaiming. Occasionally I heard sharp smacking sounds. I knew this time he wasn't slapping her; he was spanking my wife on her buttocks.
It went on for a long time, then I heard him issue commands to my wife.
"Turn around now, slut. Get on all fours like your husband behaves at times. Show me that ass! That's it. Good girl."
There followed more rhythmic sounds accompanied by slaps and occasional cries from my wife. I knew my own penis was now rock hard, wondering at the exact scene of what was going on inside.
Finally ... there was a loud cry from Richa, faster thrusting and then a loud groan from Dhawale ji. Then all fell silent. I was in a daze of disbelief. I suddenly became aware of my own surroundings and feelings. I noticed to my shame that my penis was now fully erect. In fact, it was hard as stone. The most humiliating part wasn't that I had been punished in front of my wife, or that my wife was being roughly taken in her pussy behind that closed door. It was how hard it made my cock.
"Sirjee!" I heard Richa whimper. "I can't wait ... again ... for you to fuck me."
I suddenly felt my penis throb, and then felt the cum spout forth into my thighs. Listening to my wife urging Dhawale ji to fuck her cunt again after he just banged her was too much for my dick to handle.
Burning with confusion and embarrassment, I cleaned myself up as best I could .
Mr. Dhawale ji stood up.
"Come, follow me." He ordered ... both to me and my wife. Then he turned specially to me.
SLAP!
Once again, I hadn't seen his hand move - he was so fast. I was being slapped again by him.
SLAP!
"Get my phone, cuckold." He commanded. "I am going to fuck your wife thoroughly now, and you will record it. I will show it to other clients as well"
"Yes, Sir."
SLAP!
"What will you do, cuck?" Mr. Dhawale ji asked me tauntingly.
"I will ... er ... record you fucking my wife thoroughly, so that you can show it to all your friends and clients Sir."
"Good!"
SLAP!
"Get my phone. Be fast." Mr. Dhawale ji ordered, and then grinned. "You are an expert in cuming fast, aren't you?"
"Er ... yes, Sir."
SLAP!
SLAP!
Just to drive home the point about how dominant a man he was, Mr. Dhawale ji slapped me a few times, while my wife stood there, watching.
And then, about ten minutes later, I found myself recording the scene on his iphone, while my wife and He got busy. Again.
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Uh..... Hmmmmm.. UHMG! UHMG! UHMG!"
I was watching my wife, now stripped of her clothing, completely naked as the day she was born, pant and moan continuously. She was on her belly, on the bed, laying spreadeagled. Dhawale ji, equally naked, was on top of her, ploughing in and out of her.
"Oh God!" My wife yelled. "OH GOD!"
"Ah, you like that, don't you, slut!" Mr. Dhawale ji grinned. "You always love this."
"Oh yes, Sirjee!" My wife murmured. "Unless now you want me in another position. Maybe you want to flip me around
"May be." Dhawale ji replied.
They paused their fucking for a bit. I could see Mr. Dhawale ji withdraw out of my wife, his hard cock making a plunk sound as it emerged. Richa bent her back and hauled herself up. There was a pillow under her belly, that she took out and placed to one side. I was recording all of this on his iphone.
"Oh, you had gone in so deep." My wife laughed, as she turned around to lie down on her back. "That felt so ... filling, Sirjee."
"Babe, you needed a real cock." Dhawale ji grinned, as he positioned himself again. "A real man's cock."
"Oh, this is so beautiful. I am so lucky." My wife replied, before she turned to me. "Bharat, look at his cock dear. It is sooo much bigger and thicker than yours. I simply cannot resist having his baby, my love. My cuckold! Every time Sir jee is done fucking me, I think ... I must experience it at least once again!"
"Er ... yes, ma'am."
"You know who else is lucky?" Richa continued. "YOU. You are lucky, Bharat. That a man this good is fucking your wife, and you are seeing it."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Thank him, cuckold." My wife commanded. "Thank Sir jee for fucking your wife. For doing the job you can't do."
"Yes, ma'am. Er ... thank you, Sir, for fucking my wife. For giving her the pleasure that I can't."
Dhawale ji laughed again.
"Let me explore the world deep inside this slut wife of yours, cuckold." He grunted, as he thrust again into my wife, who started to scream in ecstasy again. "Hey loser. Watch me stretch out your wife."
"Er ... yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir, for letting me watch."
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! Oh, Sir jee!" My wife, oblivious to my humiliation, continued to moan. "UNGH! UNGH!"
Dhawale ji took his cock in and out, letting my wife's pussy once again adjust to his massive girth and size. Finally, his entire cock was buried in the hot snatch of Richa.
"Oh God!" Richa began to moan again. "This feels so good!"
Dhawale ji leaned in and they kissed long and hard, even as he continued to pump into her.
"Oh Richa, you're so tight! It's like you're a virgin! Again!"
"Oh, Sir jee! I've never had anyone as big as you! UMGH! UMGH! UMGH! It feels that good. Oh God your cock feels so good! Now fuck me hard, Sirjee! Give it to me!"
They continued to kiss passionately as they fucked. Dhawale ji had now began ramming hard into my wife, slapping her ass and pinching her boobs as he fucked her like an animal. Richa was screaming in pleasure, thrusting back her hips for his thrusts and moaning for more.
"Oh, Sir jee! Don't stop!" My wife begged. "Harder! Harder!"
He kept on and on, fucking my wife relentlessly. After about 10 minutes of fucking, Richa came violently. But Dhawale ji did not stop, still plunging his cock in and out of her convulsing body. In this way, Richa had three orgasms, one after the other, with Dhawale ji still going strong and fucking her throughout. Then he slowly withdrew from her and sat up in bed.
Oh God! Bharat it is still sooo hard." My wife, delirious and hardly in her senses, wrapped her hands around her lover's shaft. "I must give you a blowjob, Sirjee."
She got down from the bed and went on her knees in front of him and slowly put out her tongue and licked his hard meat.
"Ooooohhh," Dhawale ji closed his eyes and enjoyed my hot wife licking his hard cock. Richa was now sucking his cock in earnest.
"Bharat, you are a lucky man," He remarked. "Your wife has got juicy lips. I am going to enjoying cumming in these."
"Er ... yes, Sir."
"Oh Bharat, Sirjee is so huge." My wife taunted me, as she continued taking his cock in her mouth. "He completely fills my mouth."
Dhawale ji turned to my wife and gave her a tight slap.
SLAP!
"Who are you, Richa?"
If Richa was confused, she didn't show it.
"Sirjee, I am your slut, and your property."
Dhawale ji slapped my wife again, this time a little harder.
SLAP!
"I meant both of you, slut."
"Oh, I am sorry, Sirjee. We are both your slaves, and your property, Sirjee. I am his wife, but your slut. I am soon going to carry your child, Sirjee."
Dhawale ji slapped Richa again, but this time a little more softly.
SLAP!
"Now look into that camera, and tell your husband that you are going to get a face full of cum."
Richa did as she was asked to do. Dhawale ji slapped my wife again.
SLAP!
"And what will happen in a few months, my bitch?"
Richa looked at me straight in the eye and said, "Will you still love me, cuckold, when my breasts and belly starts to swell? My sexy, slim body filling out as another man's baby, a real man's baby, grows inside me?"
"Er ... yes, of course, ma'am." I had to reply. I saw Dhawale ji give a sardonic smile. He slapped my wife again.
SLAP!
"Good! Now continue."
I could see that Richa's eyes, despite her punishment, despite being slapped humiliatingly, was full of lust, as she licked and sucked on He's penis and scrotum with passion.
"Come here, cuck." Dhawale ji turned to me. "Hold your wife's hair. I don't want anything to come in between my cock and her lips."
"Er ... yes, Sir."
I obeyed, and I could see Richa eagerly go down again on He. My wife's expert sucking soon paid off as Dhawale ji moaned, "I'm gonna cum, slut."
Richa was just able to get his monster out of her mouth as he shot his hot cum all over my beautiful wife's face and boobs. Richa looked every inch a slut as she lay there coated in his cum from her face down to her boobs. She looked right at me for an instant, knowing how much this turned me on.
"Oh, so much cum, Sirjee." My wife turned to He and said seductively, as she dipped a finger into the cum on her body and tasted it. "Mmm this tastes so good, Sirjee."
Dhawale ji, finally spent, turned to look at me.
"Did you like the view, cuckold?"
"Er ... yes, Sir."
"Did you get it all on the phone, cuckold?"
"Er ... yes, Sir."
"So ... stop recording now, you idiot. And let go of her hair."
"Er ... yes, Sir."
"Since you are not going to be of any use," Dhawale ji mocked. "Why don't you go and do the cleaning of gym area ? start by sweeping off the floor with broom "
"Er ... yes, Sir."
"Come on, MOVE!" He growled.
Like a trained dog I went to grab the broom. It wasn't like there was anything I could have done. He was an alpha man and he was going to do what he wanted.
"And if you are done and want to come back, stay outside and knock first." Dhawale ji yelled. "I am just getting started with this slut wife of yours."
After sweeping and mopping the floor for next 45 minutes, I went bacl to the reception area.
Dhawale ji stood there, looking mighty pleased with himself. His rock hard athletic body, despite his age, was in firm contrast to my own pudgy figure. As Richa traced one hand up his body, another hand wriggled down to grasp his monstrous appendage.
They were now kissing, again. Richa's arms were wrapped around my boss's back, while his hands were on her ass. As they sucked each other's tongue, his hands groped and cupped her oily buttocks. Then he raised one hand and smacked her butt cheek.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Her left butt cheek quivered as he spanked her, while his other hand continued to squeeze and pinch her right butt cheek.
"Oh, Sirjee!" Richa cried out, as Dhawale ji stopped kissing her. She licked her lips, and then gave him to quick pecks on his cheeks. My boss looked her at her, and then nodded, indicating for her to go down. Richa quickly acquiesced. She went down on all fours, bending over to move her mouth to my boss's giant cock. As she sucked him there, Dhawale ji continued to knead and smack my wife on her caboose.
"Oh, Bharat!" Dhawale ji exclaimed. "What a good cocksucker your wife is."
"I ... thank you, Sir."
"Bharat, go get me a cold drink from a nearby supermarket store."
"Yes, sir."
When I was back with his drink, Dhawale ji had one hand in my wife's pussy, rubbing her there while she continued to suck his penis. Seeing me with the drink, my boss gave my wife a resounding slap on her ass.
SMACK!
"OK, sweet cheeks." My boss told Richa. "Get up. Crawl over to the headstand. Time for you to get fucked in the butt."
"Yes, Sirjee."
My wife stopped what she was doing and crawled over the soga to the headstand. She remained on all fours, waiting. She reminded me of a dog - a bitch - that was faithfully waiting for her master.
Dhawale ji finished the drink and handed me the glass back. He then climbed on the sofa and positioned himself behind Richa.
"Bharat!" He turned and saw me standing and barked an order at me. "Get my phone out of my jacket. Make sure you are recording this."
"Yes, sir."
My boss placed a hand on my wife's buttocks. His phallus, now enlarged and ready, was just behind my wife's pussy. With a grunt, Dhawale ji plunged into my wife Richa.
"OOOOOH!" Richa moaned, as Dhawale ji's manhood ploughed into her. "Sirjee! OOOOH YES!"
"Randi!" Dhawale ji mocked her. "What a piece of meat you are! Having sex with your husband's boss in front of him! Getting fucked in the gaand, no less!"
"OOOH." Richa hardly heard him. Her hands were clutched around the pillows under her as her ass gamely took a pounding from my boss. "AAAAAAH."
I recorded him fucking my wife in the ass. There was something so gloriously beautiful watching my fair skinned wife gamely take a big cock in her ass, especially when she looked up and smiled at me a few times.
They went at it for almost five minutes. His hands were around her waist as he hammered her, while she hung on for dear life. Then, as he slowed down, my wife turned back to look at me.
"Darling." She called out to me, her eyes big and her face lighting up with a smile. "Come closer. I want you to watch. His dick ... he's so big ... he hits spots you never can, darling."
"Yes, dear ... er ... ma'am." I awkwardly replied. "I AM watching."
"Record from a little closer, cuckold." Richa instructed, even as Dhawale ji smacked her bum. "Please. I need the video later to get me off when Sirjee is not here. Your cock won't do it."
"Er ... yes, ma'am."
"You want to put your baby cock into my ass, cuck!" My wife taunted me. "But as you can see, only real men are allowed to do it!"
"Er ... yes, ma'am. I can see that."
Dhawale ji's jaw was set, and he was moaning too, along with my wife, on whose face pleasure was clearly written, even as she was impaled on Dhawale ji's huge cock. Erotic sensations were clearly flowing through her belly, and both the rod pumping into her rectum and Dhawale ji's finger in her clit combined to send a powerful orgasm gushing through her body.
"Oh, fuck!" My wife moaned, before turned to me again. "I can't believe he is still in my ass, babe. He is so big! And look at you ... you are so hard! Just watching us! You love this just as much as me, don't you?"
"Er ... I guess so, ma'am."
My wife then turned her attention fully to her lover. Soon she began to moan and scream very loudly.
"CUM IN ME, SIRJEE! PLEASE! CUM IN MY PUSSY!" My wife was begging my boss now.
Dhawale nodded. There was a large sound as he withdrew from my wife's ass. My wife turned around to face him, even as Dhawale ji spread Richa's legs and entered her pussy.
I stood there, naked, and watched him fuck my wife, this time in her pussy. I almost felt like a girl, standing there next to his enormous cock going in and out of my wife. He was literally lifting her with it.
Because Dhawale had already come once it seemed to take him forever to cum. I watched jealously as he pounded my eager wife, switching positions a few times, and making her scream with pleasure as she came repeatedly. She was completely ignoring my presence, fully engrossed in making love to him.
"What's your fantasy, slut, for later this week?" He asked her, as he continued to pound her.
"Oh... Sirjee." My wife answered with gritted teeth. "I want to continue this session for quite a long time . I would like to be surrounded by men ... UNGH ... covered in their cum ... UNGH ... and watched by my cuckold ... UNGH ... as he stands there ... UNGH ... helpless to intervene ... UNGH!"
"I knew it, you are seriously a bomb, I will make good use of you with all my mates. Just wait and watch you Vyabhicharini ."
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