Misc. Erotica My Mistake and My Wife’s Gangbang on Our Honeymoon

[chodn_khanki]

My Whore’s Live Show… and My Own Humiliation

I sat in the dimly lit room, opened my laptop again to check the live feed of Chaitali’s degradation. One of my friends already watched the live show. My cock was hard, my mind fucked up with a mix of shame, arousal, and sick fascination. I had just watched my wife—no, my whore—get fucked, humiliated, and broken in front of thousands. And now, Rajesh Sir had a new plan for me.

The phone rang. It was him.

"Sun, kutte," Rajesh Sir’s voice was cold, commanding. "Tujhe ek kaam karna hai. WhatsApp pe apne friends ko call kar. Aur phir… unko dikha de ki tu kitna kamina hai."
My stomach twisted. "Sir, main…"

"Chup. Karna padega. Nahin toh Chaitali ko main bhari bazar main nangi ghumayanga, Samjha?"

I swallowed hard. I had no choice.

I opened a group video call with my closest friends—guys I’d known for years. My hands shook as I angled the camera to show my face, my expression a mix of fear and sick excitement.

"Yo, bhai! Kya ho raha hai?" one of them laughed. "Itne serious kyun ho?"

I took a deep breath. "Dekho… maine kal raat Chaitali ko… bech diya."

Silence. Then—

"WHAT?!"

"Bhai, tu pagal hai kya?"

"Arre, yeh kya bakwas hai?"

I zoomed the camera out, showing them the laptop screen—the recording of Chaitali’s live show, her screams, her begging, her getting fucked by strangers.

"Dekh lo. Yeh sab sacch hai. Aur ab… Rajesh Sir ne mujhe bhi istemal karne ko kaha hai."

My friends were stunned into silence, their eyes glued to the screen as they watched my wife—their friend’s wife—get used like a public toilet.

"Bhai, yeh toh…" one of them muttered, his voice thick with shock and arousal.

"Ab maine unki ek demand poori karni hai," I said, my voice trembling. "Chaitali ko aur degrade karna hai. Live."

I switched the camera to Chaitali, who was still naked, collared, and on her knees in the adjacent room. Rajesh Sir stood behind her, grinning like a demon.

"Namaste, sabko," Chaitali whispered, her face flushed with shame. "Main aap sabki… sasti rand hoon."

My friends lost it.

"BHOSDIKE, YEH KYA HO RAHA HAI?!"

"Arre, Chaitali, tu… tu yeh sab kar rahi hai?!"

"Bhai, yeh toh porno se bhi zyada wild hai!"

Rajesh Sir laughed, then grabbed a bowl of dog food and a glass of warm, yellow piss. "Chaitali, khana shuru kar. Aur tum," he looked directly into the camera at me, "apne friends ko dikha ki tu kitna kamina husband hai."

Feeding the Whore Like a Dog

Chaitali whimpered as Rajesh Sir shoved the bowl of dog food in front of her. The dry kibble smelled rank, but she didn’t hesitate. She dug in with her hands, stuffing the hard pellets into her mouth, chewing like an obedient bitch.

"Mmm… bohot tasty hai, Sir," she moaned, licking her fingers clean. "Main toh bas aapki kutti hoon."

My friends were speechless, their dicks visibly hard through the camera.

"Arre, bhai, yeh toh…" one of them groaned. "Tujhki biwi ko dekh ke toh mera lund khada ho gaya!"

I felt a sick thrill run through me. "Dekho ab," I said, my voice shaking with humiliation. "Ab usko peshab pilana hai."

Rajesh Sir grabbed Chaitali’s hair, tilting her head back as he poured the glass of piss down her throat. She gagged, some of it dribbling down her chin, but she swallowed every drop, her eyes watering.

"Aapka peshab… bohot achha lagta hai, Sir," she gasped, licking her lips. "Main aur chahungi."

My friends exploded.

"MAADARCHOD, YEH KYA HO RAHA HAI?!"

"Bhai, tu ne apni biwi ko itna giraya hai?!"

"Arre, yeh toh mere dream scene hai!"

I couldn’t look away. My cock was rock hard, my mind a mess of shame and lust.

My Own Degradation

Rajesh Sir wasn’t done.

"Ab tera number hai, kutte," he said. "Apne friends ko batana ki tu kitna kamina hai. Aur phir… apni biwi ko bolna ki tu uske saath kya karna chahta hai."

The call connected. My friends were still on the WhatsApp video, watching as I stammered, my face burning with shame.

"M-main…" I swallowed hard. "Main Chaitali ko… bas ek rand samajhta hoon. Aur main chahta hoon ki sab usko choden. Sab uski chut faden. Sab uski gand maren."

Silence. Then—

"BHOSDIKE, TU TOH PAGAL HO GAYA HAI!"

"Arre, bhai, tu ne toh apni hi biwi ko bech diya!"

"Par… yeh toh bohot hot lag raha hai," one of them admitted, adjusting his cock.

Chaitali moaned, her fingers slipping into her pussy as she watched me humiliate myself. "Haan, mere pati… main toh bas aap sabki rand hoon. Aap sab mujhe jaisa chahe, use kar sakte hain."
Rajesh Sir grinned. "Ab sabko pata chal gaya ki tum donon kitne kamine ho. Chaitali, ab in sabko dikha ki tu kitni geeli ho jaati hai."

A Whore’s Orgasm on Demand

Chaitali spread her legs wide, her fingers working furiously on her soaking cunt as my friends watched in shock and arousal.
"Dekho, sab… main kitni geeli hoon," she moaned, arching her back. "Mujhe bas chodne ki zarurat hai. Please… koi mere chut mein ungali daalo."

One of my friends—my best friend—couldn’t take it anymore.

"Bhai, yeh toh…" he groaned, his cock fully out now. "Tu kaha hain, main kaal hi aata hoon. Tujhki biwi ko main khud chodunga."
Rajesh Sir laughed. "Aao. Sabka swagat hai. Lekin pehle, is kutte ko apni biwi ko bolne do ki wo kitni sasti hai."

I looked into the camera, my voice breaking.

"Chaitali… tu ek dam sasti rand hai. Tu bas sabki chudail hai. Aur main… main bas tera kamina pati hoon, jo tere istemal hone se khush hai."

Chaitali came instantly, her body shaking, her moans filling the room as my friends watched, stroked themselves, and made promises to come and fuck her in person.

Rajesh Sir ended the call with a satisfied smirk.

"Kal subah, yeh sab yahan aayenge. Aur tab… Chaitali ko sab milkar chodenge. Aur tu?" He looked at me. "Tu bas dekh sakta hai. Kyunki tu bas ek kamina husband hai."

No Going Back

I sat in silence, my cock still hard, my mind a wreck. I had just humiliated myself in front of my friends. I had watched my wife become a public slut. And now, there was no turning back.

My phone buzzed. A message from the group chat:
"Bhai, kal 10 baje. Rajesh Sir address bhej, kaal hum log flight pakad ke aata hun. Chaitali ko hum sab milkar chodenge. Tu bas dekh sakta hai. Aur haan… apni biwi ko bol de ki wo taiyar rahe. Hum sab usko dog ki tarah treat karenge."

I didn’t reply. I didn’t need to.

Chaitali crawled to me, her body still trembling from her orgasm. She licked my ear, her voice a whisper.

"Mujhe bohot maza aaya, pati. Kal aur bhi maza aayega."

And as I stroked my cock, watching the recordings of her degradation, I knew one thing for sure:
We were both lost. And we loved it.