Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 8)

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Lets peep into the ordeal of Smrithi from the tow ex-convicts



He had a vice like grip on my body yet I tried desperately to push him back and free myself.  Balvinder suddenly let go off me and I collapsed on the bathroom floor in foetal position, my legs pulled back to my chest and my arms tightly holding them. I was crying my heart out and how things were going from worse to worst. Even if they didn’t kill me, they would definitely bang and beat me.  I would rather die than be banged. My whole world would collapse; the world that I had built over the years. How could I face my husband after this?? how would the society treat me after this? Everything would be over.  I lay there waiting for my fate but instead the men just got back to showering. They were both under the shower, enjoying the hot water, some of it even splashing on me.   Tejpal turned back to me, kneeled down and said, “Yeh sirf tu bhaag na jaye isike liye.” and started laughing and Balvinder joined him.  Tejpal squeezed my ass and slapped it, the smack echoed in the bathroom. He got back to showering. I was on the bathroom floor and the men had their butts facing me. The bathroom door was wide open and I could have made a run for it but how. I was stark naked and if I ran, there wouldn’t be enough time to wear clothes and run out. The only chance was to run out naked.  

Even if I took that chance and someone did come and help me, it would be really difficult to explain being naked with two criminals.  I simply couldn’t allow such dishonour and disrepute to befall my family.  I slowly sat up and moved against the wall. My knees were still close to my chest and my arms were tightly wrapped around it. The men were enjoying their shower, standing buck naked just a few inches away from each other.   I looked up at them and wondered how cold hearted they could be. They were holding  an innocent woman hostage in her own house. They ate and drank the food in my house and now they were taking shower in the same fucking house. Even though a large part of me was scared, there was a tiny bit of me which was furious.  If I showed any resistance, they beat me and if I pushed back too hard, I knew they would kill me. I recalled Balvinder telling Tejpal that they had to get out the town as soon as possible.

Even though they were tough, merciless criminals, I knew they didn’t want any more trouble and neither did I.   I knew that if I didn’t resist, I had a good chance of surviving this ordeal. I had my back against the wall and now with death so close to me, I had to do all I could to survive.  As I was contemplating this, Tejpal turned back at me and pulled me up. He brought me under the shower. Even though my instincts were to push him back, I controlled myself and just went along with it.  I sighed as the hot water fell on my trembling body.   Balvinder handed me the soap and said, “sabin laga.”  I was dumbfounded. This was the last thing I had imagined. I thought I’d be bangd; I’d be killed but giving my killers a bath was the last thing I thought I would do. I watched him for a few seconds, speechless before I gingerly put the soap on his chest and started rubbing it.  I knew the more I co-operated, the better the chance I had to survive. And so, I started rubbing the bar of soap on his chest.



The lathery soap covered my hand as it moved across his muscular chest. My hands moved up to his shoulders and then slid down to his chest. I shivered as I felt his muscular, sculpted chest, his turgid erect nipples. My hands slid down to abdomen; I looked down and I gasped seeing his erect cock.  It was hard and straight, pointing at me. I was standing just a couple of inches away from me and the tip of his cock brushed against my stomach. I trembled as my hand slowly slid down his stomach. I could feel the hardness of his abs, the leanness of his torso as my hands slid along his body.  It was clear what effect I was having on Balvinder but feeling his naked body on my fingertips was having an effect on me too.

I could feel my heart beat faster, my throat run dry and a dab of moistness in my loins.   As much as I battled with the thought that I was doing all this just to save my life, my body was reacting to its own instincts. The battle between my mind and body was tilting in favour of my body.  I stopped just an inch above his pubic bush. I looked at him and I saw him smile as my hands moved back up. He silently turned around and I started soaping his back. I shivered as my hands moved along the scars on his back.  I had never seen a man so lean, so fit, so muscular in my life. I always thought that the idea of an Adonis like man was limited to the world of glamour. I always thought it was only model and films stars who had chiselled bodies but I was shocked into reality when I saw this low life thug who had body any man could die for.  I stopped again at his lean hip. I stared down at his tight round butt contemplating the consequences of moving further down. The battle started again as I wondered what to do. Would I provoke him if I went further? Would I send a signal that I was game? That would make me look like a slut! I thought of my child and husband and how I wanted to see them again. I tried to rationalise my bodily reaction.  

All this while, as I blankly thought about further course of action, Balvinder stood still and silent with his back still facing me. He hadn’t said a word and neither turned or look back after I stopped. After a few moments more, my hand slid down his waist on to his butt.   Both of them laughed out loud as they realised that my will had broken down. Both my hands roamed freely on his butt cheeks, feeling the tightness. The skin of his buttocks was dark, a couple of shades darker than the rest of his body. A deep slit ran down the length of his butt and the curvature was near damn perfect.  Just as I was caressing his butt, I felt Tejpal’s hands on mine. He cupped my butt cheeks in his large hands and gave it a tight squeeze. I whimpered as his nails dug into the soft flesh of my buttocks but soon the pain receded as he gently caressed it.  “Aisi chikni gaand pehle kabhi nahi dekhi bhai..” Tejpal declared as his hands roamed freely on my ass.  “Hmmm…” Balvinder replied.  “iski gand to un kamzor randiyo se bohot hi behtar hai.” Tejpal continued.  “Hmmmmm….” Balvinder said. I wasn’t sure if he was responding to Tejpal or was enjoying me caressing his naked butt.  “Aaiii…” I yelped as Tejpal slapped my wet butt before laughing.  

“Neeche ja aur pairo ko sabin laga.” Balvinder ordered and I followed obediently.  I kneeled behind him and started soaping his feet, slowly lathering my way up. He had large calves like soccer players and above them were his thighs which were muscular as well. It was perhaps years of hard labour in jail that gave him this fantastic body.  As I reached up to his butt, Balvinder turned around abruptly. His cock swung and brushed against my lips. I winced and turned my face away and he laughed.  “Ruk mat…” Balvinder ordered.   I had closed my eyes and turned my face away but when I opened my eyes, his cock was pointing straight at me, just a couple of inches from my mouth. It was hard and erect; its bulbous purple head was swollen. Since the foreskin was absent, the entire glan was exposed and it was thick like a mushroom head. The piss slit was prominent and looked vicious, like a snake about to spew its venom.  The cock head was attached to a long shaft which was thicker than my husband’s but not as thick as Tejpal’s; a thick green vein ran along its length.

The large balls sack hung low and tight. Balvinder’s tool was definitely much better proportioned than Rohan; it was longer, thicker and looked harder than Rohan had ever been.  I was soaping his legs but my eyes were locked to his cock. It was as if it had hypnotised me; it surely had mesmerised me. I dared not to avert my eyes from this one eyed monster. As my hands reached the upper thighs, I looked up at Balvinder. His face bore an expression of absolute authority. He definitely was in charge of the situation. By now I had realised that Tejpal was the subordinate.  As we stared at each other, my hands moved up to his crotch. I lathered up the pubic bush and the loin, being careful not to touch his cock. Balvinder stood still, with his hands on his waist, watching a beautiful wife of another man soaping his crotch.  I thoroughly soaped his loins, his hips and everywhere else I could but it was only so much time I could borrow before I had to do the inevitable. Balvinder stood still looking down at me. He knew I was avoiding touching his manhood but he knew too well that I had no choice. I knew the consequences of resisting, having nearly been choked to death in the kitchen last night.  

His wet glistening, erect cock stood out from the rest of his lathered body. I hesitated to touch it but when I looked up at him, I saw a stern expression of a man in control, not just of himself but of me too.  His firm and resolute face was compelling as I slowly brought my hands up, first cupping his nuts and then slowly extending to the shaft. It twitched as soon as my cold, wet hand touched it. My fingertips moved gingerly along the shaft, feeling the rigidity of the tool. I cupped his balls gently in the palm of my other hand.   Heaviness of his balls was evident from the moment I cupped them. My hand wrapped around the shaft, at first gently and then a little firmly. I gently squeezed the shaft and a thick drop of pre-cum oozed out from the glans.  I thought for a moment that if I could make them cum without them banging me, I think I could make a clean exit out of this mess. All I had to do was lead them on for the moment. These were a couple of horny, lecherous men who had never been in a company of a woman like me. This could be over in a jiffy and then the spent men wouldn’t be too much of a trouble.



But I also ran a risk of leading them on and losing control of the situation.   These aroused men could easily drag me and have their way with me. But that was a risk I had to take. If I resisted now, things could end up worse than they already were. Even now, I had at least some control over them; the fact that they were quiet and I was alive was a sign that there was still some hope for me.  With that thought, I tightened my grip around Balvinder’s cock and slowly started jerking it. I fondled his balls with the other hand. Balvinder instantly sighed out aloud and threw his head back as my hands expertly handled his cock. The plan was working.  My hand moved back and forth fluidly, steadily coaxing him to cum. As much as I tried avoiding it, my mind quickly gauged and compared the cock I had in my hand to my husband’s cock. It was definitely longer and thicker than my husband’s.   I recalled how when I wrapped my dainty fingers around Rohan’s cock, the entire shaft would be engulfed by my hand except for the tip which poked out of my grip. But with Balvinder, my entire hand gripped the cock head and just a couple of inches of the shaft, the rest of it would require the other hand. When I gave Rohan hand jobs, the strokes were short since his length didn’t allow it but right now, the strokes were unusually long and slow.  

I could feel the cock hardening with the clasp of my hand as I stroked my captor. In this vulnerable moment, I could have easily pulled his cock hard and snap it and the thought did come to my mind but I just didn’t have the guts to pull it off; partly because   Tejpal would snap my neck if I did that and partly because, just letting them finish was the smartest way out; that’s what I convinced myself to think. But a deep down inside me, there was a small part of me was mesmerised by the sight of this massive, yet perfect specimen of manhood.   As much as I tried justifying my actions, I couldn’t simply deny that I was perhaps as much into this as the men were. I could have resisted, screamed at the top of my voice, run for it even if I was nude. I knew if I wanted to, I could resist the men, even if it didn’t end on a happy note for me. Balvinder was perhaps aware of this as he was simply standing naked in front of me as   I stroked his erect cock. If he had been even a little apprehensive, he wouldn’t risk letting me handle his manhood. He was in absolute control of not just himself but also me and the situation at large.   These thoughts flooded my mind as I absentmindedly stroked his cock. A sudden rush of warm water from the shower faucet brought me back to reality. I was kneeling in front of him pumping my fist over his cock. Balvinder and I were both under the shower and the flowing water washed the lather down his body pooling into my hands.  

A sheath of soapy water covered his body and it glistened in the light making it alluring than it already was. The glistening body with its muscular cuts and rips looked divine. Even here, as much as I tried avoiding it, my mind did compare it to my husband.  Rohan was an average guy in all aspects. He was lean but not muscular and after all these years of marriage, he had let go of himself a little. Even though he hadn’t blown up like most men do after marriage, he did sport a paunch. Rohan was the only man I had even seen naked, so I had nothing to compare with and neither did I complain. But now that I had seen a fit and ripped man completely naked and from so close, I had something to compare with.  I instinctively switched my stroking hand from right to left. My right arm had started aching from the steady pace and grip it had maintained. Balvinder just stood there watching intently with a smirk of satisfaction on his face. My hand swiped across my face, wiping the water off my face and pushing my hair backwards but my other hand didn’t let go of the cock, not even for a second did I even slow down.  




I was surprised that even after maintaining a tight grip and stroking him at such pace, Balvinder showed no signs of having an orgasm or even getting close to one. He would occasionally sigh or close his eyes when a jolt pleasure surged through him but otherwise he was as steady as a rock.  Through the corner of my eye I saw Tejpal move. He stepped next to Balvinder with his cock pointing in my direction. Without stopping to stroke Balvinder, I looked up to Tejpal who gave me this lecherous, wicked smile. I assumed he too wanted a cut of the action that Balvinder was getting. Balvinder looked at him and smiled.  A lump formed in my throat which I swallowed down with an audible ‘gulp’. Perhaps the notion of me being in control was nothing but an illusion. Balvinder was nowhere close to cumming and now Tejpal stepped in. Perhaps the idea of letting the men cum and save myself wasn’t a plan I had thought through completely and neither did I have the time to think about it.  Tejpal stepped forward and his massive cock was a few inches from my left cheek. Tejpal was a massive burly guy who looked like he had strength of ten men. And in proportion to his massive body, his cock was massive as well.   It was visibly thicker than Balvinder and the girth was incomparable to Rohan. It was perhaps an inch shy in length than Balvinder. Unlike Balvinder, Tejpal had a couple of thick veins running across the length of his tool. The foreskin had pulled back and the giant bulbous cock head poked out.  



He stood there, slowly stroking his cock and staring at me lecherously, waiting for his turn. The two men just stood half a foot away from me with their cocks dangling in my face. I had one cock in my hand which I was stroking while the other craved my attention. I could have never imagined being in such a situation in my worst nightmare.   The day was supposed to end with a round of studying and a night long sleep but now well past midnight, I was in my bathroom, being held hostage by two criminals and pleasuring them.  “Hmmmmmm…” Balvinder grunted and nodded in Tejpal’s direction, commanding me to work on him too.  I convinced myself that this was more or less a part of my plan but a part of me was screaming that things were going out of hand.   Reluctantly I reached out with my left hand and gingerly gripped Tejpal’s cock. As I wrapped my fingers around it I realised that the cock was too thick for my fingers to touch each other. I pulled back the foreskin over the glans and then slowly pulled it back.   Tejpal visibly shivered as my delicate, small hand handled his cock. A drop of thick pre-cum oozed out of his cock and I instinctively spread it over his glans; Shit!! I realised my folly and immediately looked up to them. I just wanted to stroke them and get it over but in the heat of the moment I had taken this small initiative, in a way playing with the cock. Just like me, the men noticed it too which surprised them for a moment before they smiled at each other first and then at me.   I had unknowingly given them a signal that I was getting into this. That their massive cocks were having an arousing effect on me. This might have started with them forcing themselves on me but things were changing rapidly.

Perhaps this was what they called the Stockholm Syndrome.  I stood at a cross road. I had the option of resisting the men even at the cost of my life or I could cower down and let them have their way with me. Either way I knew I’d be violated and defiled. If I fought back, these two men were too much for me; I couldn’t even take on one of them.   My desolate neighbourhood didn’t give me the option to scream for help and even if I did, the two could kill me then and there in panic. Even if I ran for my life, in whichever state I was, there was no one to help me. Resistance of any kind was futile.  I heard Balvinder clear his throat. Lost in my thoughts, I had stopped stroking them and their impatience clearly showed. I don’t know for how long I was gone but the men were as erect as they were before. I stared straight at their cocks which were in level with my eye.   I swallowed down another lump and resigned.  I took a deep breath, raised my hands to hold their cocks and started stroking them simultaneously. The men shuddered as my fists pumped back and forth. Even tough men like them had their vulnerabilities I thought.   I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was a virgin when I got married and in all these years, Rohan’s was the only cock I had even touched, felt and made love to. But all that changed in a matter of hours.



I was kneeling on my bathroom floor, naked and wet, giving hand jobs to men who had barged into my house and had threatened me. This was so wrong, so depraved yet it was arousing.  Balvinder closed the shower faucet but I was still going on. The room was soon filled with squelching of the slick skins of their cocks moving back and forth. And the tinkling of my glass bangles accompanied the rhythmic squelching. In the dead quiet of the house,  these vulgar sounds resonated across the bathroom.  I soon settled in to a rhythm, jerking their cocks expertly. My hands started getting wet and sticky from all the pre-cum that leaked onto them. That provided added lubrication and my hand slipped up and down fluidly. The pungent odour of their leaking cocks was making me heady. These unwashed lowly criminals radiated raw masculinity which was captivating.     I let go off Tejpal and focused on Balvinder for a moment. My right hand continued stroking his cock where as my left hand cradled and fondled his massive balls. Balvinder groaned as my cold, wet, small hand cupped and played with his balls. I stared straight at his cock.

The piss slit on the tip opened up and closed like a blinking eye every time my hand moved up and down. Every time it opened, it oozed out a thick drop of pre-cum which would trickle down to my hand. The entire shaft was wet and sticky from the generous amount of pre-cum that was flowing on to it.  Tejpal shuffled impatiently as he craved my attention. I brought my left hand back to him and fondled his massive ball sack. After fondling his balls for a while, I got back to jerking his cock.  The squelching and the tinkling grew louder as my hands jerked their cocks. If my actions were having an effect on them, it was having an effect on me too. My nipples were now turgid and my cunt was flowing. Even though reluctantly, I had to admit that this was whole situation was arousing. It was a heady mix of fear and arousal. Was I doing this to save my life or was I now doing this because I wanted to was the question that played havoc in my already confused mind.  “Aaaahhh…” I moaned as Balvinder reached down and flicked my erect nipple. It was apparent to him that I too was aroused just like he was. As the men laughed, a deep sense of embarrassment filled me but it was soon washed away by a wave of pleasure as his large hand squeezed my breast.   “Aaaaarrgghhh…” I moaned louder as he squeezed my breast harder, almost to the verge of hurting.   “Aaahhh…” He groaned as my hand gripped his cock harder. Even though the pain was sharp, I hadn’t let go off his cock but simply gripped and stroked it harder.   This mutual pleasure continued as he bent down at the waist, cupped my breasts and squeezed them hard.  Tejpal watched in amazement as I and Balvinder played with each other. While I was stroking Balvinder, my other hand had stopped stroking Tejpal. But soon I realised that even though my hand had stopped, Tejpal was moving his hips back and forth, helping himself.