16-04-2026, 10:19 PM
It must have been sometime around two or three in the morning when my eyes opened. You know how jet leg is, you become wide awake at weird hours of the night.
As I turned around, I realized Neetu wasn't beside me!
Slowly my senses cleared, and I became fully awake, and I also became aware of conversation happening outside the room, from the common area. The hut had two bedrooms beside each other, and a small common lavatory. There was a common area with one dining table and a kitchenette, along with a few chairs. Very simple village living.
Neetu was talking with someone there.
It was Bhola. It must be Bhola. I thought I recognized his voice. I knew if I got up and walked over to the door, I could hear properly. Or I could just go out and make my way there. But somehow, for some reason, I remained on the bed, lying there.
After about ten minutes, I heard the creak of the chair. Both Neetu and Bhola must have stood up. I heard some more talk, and then silence.
And then I heard some rustling sound. What was happening?
SMOOCH!
She was actually kissing him! They were kissing! My wife, the mother of our son, and our former servant. They were kissing!
I could not believe it!
I heard more voices, and then a door being shut.
Neetu had actually gone in with Bhola to his room!
"Oh, Bhola!" I heard Neetu murmur. "How I missed you!"
SMOOCH!
I sighed. I knew it could happen, I knew it would happen, but to actually have it happen on our very first night back in the village itself! How easy it had been for Neetu to simply give in!
I was now in our bedroom, on the bed, alone. The small fan whirred noisily, blowing hot air through the room. I was lying on the bed, my hand in my boxers, my cock hard and erect, and reaching upward, my heart racing fast as I strained my ears to listen to the noises emanating from the next room.
Creak! Squeak!
There was a noise as my wife and Bhola got into bed. No doubt, he was busy stripping Neetu of her clothes, while taking his own off, as fast as he could.
"Oh, your boobs, memsaab." I heard him mutter. "I had forgotten how perfect they were. Now they are even bigger!"
He was already handling her boobs! He had picked off right where they had left seven years ago, exactly as I knew he would.
Creak! Squeak!
"They have become bigger after my pregnancy." Neetu replied, somewhat shyly. "Oh, Bhola! You know ... you know ... just what to do! Even my husband loves my breasts ... but you ... the way you touch ..."
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"I missed you so badly, Bhola."
"Boobs like this aren't meant for your husband, memsaab. He is a little dicked cuck."
"Oh, Bhola."
The sounds of rapid kissing came through the walls. For some time, there was no other sound, no words, as the long-parted lovers kissed each other passionately upon reuniting again after seven years.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"You know how to kiss me so nicely, Bhola." My wife was murmuring. She seemed to be having a small orgasm already. Soon I knew she was going to get her brains fucked out.
The noises were loud now, and very audible. I just hoped they didn't go beyond the hut. A village night could be a very quiet one, and loud noises tended to carry far. It will be a big scandal if anyone found out what was happening in that room at this instant.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
There it was! After so many years ... here was this noise once again! The noise of the bed squeaking as another man ... penetrated ... my own wife.
My dear wife! My own sweet Neetu! Jealousy and arousal, the deadly combination, was once more a familiar feeling as I listened to the sounds of my wife's latest extramarital affair.
"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu moaned. "Oh, my dear Bhola. How I have missed you all these years! Oh, how deep you go inside me!"
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
The unabashed sounds of my wife's excited and sometimes frantic voice coming from the adjacent room through the thin walls indicated that she had now taken her lover's large cock inside her.
"Oh Bhola!" Neetu moaned. "You are so deep inside me."
A familiar sense of warm humiliation came over me as I heard my wife moan, even as the squeaking of the bed springs became more and more frequent.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
"After seven years ... aren't you glad you are once again getting fucked by a real man?" Bhola taunted my wife, even as he had his pecker buried deep inside her. "How does it feel, memsaab? Whose cock do you like better, memsaab? Mine, or your husband's?"
"Oh, Bhola, there is no competition!" Neetu grunted. "You make me feel so good. I am so glad I ... I ... cuckolded my husband years ago ... with you!"
"I have some plans for you memsaab this time." Bhola ominously told my wife as he continued to fuck her. "We will make up for lost time, my dear slut! As soon as Manav sahib told me I was sharing the hut with you, I made those plans, my dear memsaab!"
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
The rhythmic creaking of the bed frame added to my humiliation, indicating to me that my wife Neetu was again being haplessly penetrated by Bhola, and from her moans and murmurs I could make out that she was now having an orgasm.
"Oh Bhola! Oh, BHOLA!"
Neetu's voice got louder and more excited, and then stopped for a few minutes. I heard some rustling on the bed.
"Memsaab, get ready."
SLAP!
The noise was sharp, but not too loud. Bhola had struck my wife across her face, but not too hard. He slapped her again, as he liked to do.
SLAP!
It was déjà vu. He was slapping my wife, just like old times. A lowly servant man was slapping my wife, and she was just letting him, and I was helpless to do anything. He was probably fucking my wife bareback, and I couldn't do anything either. He now slapped my wife harder.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
After giving my wife a few tight slaps, Bhola then resumed the fucking as he continued to plough into my wife.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
He was humping her fast now as Neetu gamely hung on.
"Ungh! Ungh! Oh Bhola!" My wife was moaning louder and louder now. "Cum in me, Bhola! Please! I beg you!"
Creak! Squeak!
The bed continued to creak as Bhola continued to bang her, even as my wife began yet another orgasm.
"Aaah! Aaaaah! Oh YES! OH FUCK! Aaaaah!"
Neetu kept grunting. The bedsprings were squeaking furiously as she received Bhola's thrusts. The bed was now hitting the wall hard, and the springs sounded as if they were going to break.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola spoke. "I am going to cum. I am going to make you pregnant. Again."
SMOOCH!
I heard my wife loudly and sloppily plant some kisses on our servant.
There was silence. I reasoned that Bhola was now cumming inside my wife. Again, I wondered if he wore a condom - probably not. He was balls deep inside my wife, ejaculating into her womb. I wondered where in the menstrual cycle Neetu was.
If you think Sahil now deserves a brother or a sister, I could cuckold you again ...
Neetu was now silent, letting out the occasional grunt as Bhola flexed his buttocks from time to time, pumping more and more of his seed inside her. I then heard her kiss our servant again.
SMOOCH!
"Oh, Bhola. Oh, my love." Neetu was moaning, even as Bhola continued to pump his semen into her. "I love you. Oh, that was amazing. Even after all these years, no one fucks me like you do."
"Wait until your holiday is over, memsaab." Bhola laughed. "I will make sure you forget about your husband's little dick ... forever! What a cuckold! Sleeping in the next room blissfully while I fuck his slut wife here on my bed! Oh, I am going to enjoy these two weeks with you, my randi!"
"Oh Bhola!" My wife moaned. "I love you! I love you ... so ... so much!"
Neetu did not immediately return to our room. My jet lag meant I was now wide awake, and it was a long night.
Three more times over the next two hours, I waited patiently on the bed while hearing my dear wife's yells of passionate struggle and pleasure. The sounds of one orgasm blended into the next. Oh, how I wish I was the one whose cock was inside her, holding Neetu tightly as she squirmed under me! But I wasn't the one with my cock inside Neetu. It was Bhola, and who could blame him! For so long Neetu had enjoyed romantic sex with me. Now Bhola was giving her the rough sex that she really craved for.
Despite her age and being a mother and all the extra weight, my wife Neetu was still one spunky lady, and anyone who could fuck her was a lucky man. For so long I was the only man with that luck. Now Bhola was with her, and no doubt this villager was fucking my high-class Canadian wife senseless by now, taking full enjoyment from my wife's body.
I did not know when I fell asleep again, my own cum soiling my boxers. Neetu was still not back when I had gone back to dreamland. I had to wonder if I would get to fuck my own wife during this vacation. It was déjà vu. Another man was cumming inside my wife. I was cumming on my hand.
The next morning I woke up late - around 11 am. My sleep cycle was all messed up. I got up and looked beside me. Neetu wasn't there.
Suddenly the door to our room opened, and my wife walked in.
She looked divine. She had just taken a shower, and her hair was still wet, and wrapped in a towel, and she was trying to rub and dry the hair. She was wearing a blouse and a petticoat, with her tummy and waist bare and exposed.
"Good morning sleepyhead." She smiled at me, still fluffing her hair with the tower. "Or should I say, good afternoon, my love."
"If you greet me like that," I said, taking in the sight of my sexy wife, "Every day is a good morning!"
"Oh, you!" Neetu laughed. "You need to get up and take a shower. Hurry up, because your mother just called. We must go to the zamindar residence - they still have breakfast waiting for us. Soon it will be time for lunch!"
"Oh, ok." I got up and stretched. Grabbing my toothbrush, I headed to the toilet. As I walked by Neetu, I gave her a firm squeeze on her waist, pinching her love handles.
"Ouch!" Neetu yelped. "What's gotten into you, babe?"
"Are you not wearing the sari, my love?" I asked. "After all, Bhola could be outside. And here you are, dressed in just a petticoat and blouse."
"He is outside, my dear husband," Neetu grinned and turned around and blew me a kiss. "And don't forget, he has seen a lot more of your wife than this."
"Well, still ..." I tried to insist.
"Oh ... one more thing." Neetu gave me a mischievous smile. "He had me. Already. Last night. He fucked me ... um ... actually ... um ... several times."
I looked at her, pretending to be shocked, and my jaw dropping. Of course, I knew what she had done last night, but here she was, shamelessly admitting it. At least she was an honest slut. Neetu walked towards me and stroked my crotch.
"You are hard." She stated. "Being a cuckold turns you on, my love."
I cast my eyes down, humiliated and ashamed. She was right, of course.
"My pussy is going to belong to him this vacation, my love." My wife grinned, as she continued to stroke me. "Wow ... you are getting harder. I guess you want me to go to bed again with him? Be his slut?"
I remained standing there, unable to say a word.
"I can't wait for tonight." Neetu grinned, as she caressed my manhood. "I can do things to him ... I love the feeling of being used by him. He is just so different from you. He was fucking me right next door, and you were sleeping in this room ... oh it felt so naughty ... and it was so good! Oh, my goodness! You are rock hard, babe!"
There was no denying it. I was fully aroused.
"Does it turn you on?" Neetu grinned. "To think of all the things I did with him."
"Err ..." I had nothing to say.
"My love." Neetu kissed my cheek, while still rubbing me. "Go and take the shower. We will talk about this later. Try not to be too humiliated tonight as he fucks me again."
It was so cruel; she had fired me up and now was leaving me with some blue balls.
"Yes, my dear."
As I stepped out of the room, I knew I would have to meet (and talk with) Bhola. I heard him whistling in the small kitchen. He turned around when he heard the door close to our room.
"Sahib! Good morning!" Bhola greeted me as soon as he saw me. "I already boiled some water and put it in the bucket, so the water is hot and ready for your bath."
"Thank you, Bhola." I replied.
My emotions and feelings were confused as I talked with him, now with the knowledge that this man had actually (again) fucked my wife all night. He must have emptied his cum into her pussy at least three times last night, giving her orgasm after orgasm as I laid in my bed, rubbing my own cock. My wife still had that dreamy well fucked look on her face. And Bhola? He had a smile that seemed to be fixed on him for the rest of the day.
"How long were you in Dubai, Bhola?" I asked him.
"Almost immediately after I left your employment, sahib," Bhola told me. "I was in Dubai for around three years. It was very hot, sahib, I had to work outside in the fields. And I lived in the labour camp, sahib. Outside the city. All men."
"So, no women?" I grinned, as I gathered my materials for my bath. "Must have been a boring three years for you, Bhola."
Bhola gave me a strange look.
"Well, sahib. I needed the money." He remarked. "But eventually I returned to India ... and then I worked at Mrs. Gill's for some time."
So Bhola had gone back to Mrs. Gill. I wondered what sort of "work" he did for her.
"And then I was in Kolkata for some time." Bhola continued. "And now back in our village, resting for a bit. I have some money saved ... and you know Manav sahib ... he gave me some money too. His family is very generous, sahib. They helped my younger brother with his studies too. Sabbir anna, and some other villagers, they also helped when I was in Dubai, looking after my family here."
"So now that you are back in the village, what are you planning to do?" I asked, and then almost added, "Besides my wife, that is."
"I am thinking of opening a shop here." Bhola answered. "Maybe a small convenience store ... or a dhaba."
"Good for you, Bhola." I told him. "I am glad you are making something of your life, despite your lack of education."
"Manav sahib's family is very generous, but it is also due to you and memsaab, sahib." Bhola said. "You both took care of me when I needed, right after the flood. And your wife - memsaab - also showed so much love and affection towards me. It is she who gave me the confidence. She always encouraged me to achieve more that what I thought was possible."
"No, it is your hard work, Bhola." I replied. "We can only help so much."
"Sahib, it is you and the kindness of memsaab." Bhola insisted. "She took such good care of me. I was a young man when I started working at your place, and memsaab treated me like family. I never felt like a servant in your house. She showed me great love, an openness, and gave me confidence."
Was it my imagination or did Bhola have a smug look of arrogance as he made small talk with me, especially when he talked about Neetu? Maybe he was showing me up - he was telling my indirectly that my wife was his and he was her man, and I could do nothing about it. Or maybe I was reading too much into his smile.
I quickly ended the conversation and entered the bathroom to take the shower.
Bhola had made his intentions clear. He intended to fuck my wife every night, and Neetu was up for it. He also planned for some friends of his to fuck her, all in that room next door. I just had to plan it properly, so it was discreet. That meant going to bed early and staying there the whole night. This way my wife's adultery could be restricted to our hut, and no one would find out.
After the shower, I found Bhola had already left. He was needed at the main house for servant duties. I went to my room to get ready; we had to go there as well for breakfast. As I got ready, I asked my wife to recount what happened last night.
"Do you really want to know, babe?" Neetu asked. "Isn't it enough to know he just ... had ... me? Why must I torture you further with the details of how your servant banged your wife? It makes me feel ... cheap."
"I need to know." I asserted. "We ... are ... doing things that are risky. Once again. There must be complete openness ... between us."
"Very well." Neetu wasn't convinced, but she knew when not to argue. Another good quality of her. She was a good wife, even if she was slutty.
"I had gotten up last night to pee." She began her story. "I don't remember the exact time ... maybe 1 or 1.30 in the morning. After urinating ... and it was a long pee ... oh my goodness ... I decided to go to the kitchen and see if there is something to eat. I walked out and saw Bhola. He had also gotten up and was getting a glass of water."
Neetu sat on the edge of the bed, clasped her hands together and continued.
"Bhola insisted on making me tea. He also made a cup for himself. I had freshened up by then, so we both sat there, having our tea, and just talking. We were reminiscing, of course, of old times."
"What exactly did you talk about, when you say, 'old times'?" I asked, somewhat drily.
"Well, idhar udhar ki baate, you know. Yada yada yada." My wife gave me a look and sighed. "And yes, we did talk about sex. I mean, I had to tell him I missed him. He asked about Sahil. I was very careful ... I told him you had a treatment in USA and Sahil was our child - me and yours."
So Bhola was once again enquiring about Sahil, I realized. Maybe he was putting two and two together. What did he tell Neetu last night?
I am going to cum. I am going to make you pregnant. Again.
"Did you tell him you were on birth control when you were having an affair with him?" I asked Neetu. That was another thing she was supposed to tell Bhola.
"Yes, I did." Neetu nodded. "I told Bhola that I was on birth control when I was with him. Then he asked me if I was on birth control now."
My eyes narrowed. "And what did you say?"
"That's when ... when I looked at the clock, I realized a whole hour had gone by." Neetu replied. "So, I didn't really answer him. I wanted to go back to bed and try to sleep again, so I stood up. This is when Bhola asked me if he could give me a kiss, for old time's sake."
"He wanted to kiss you?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, he asked if he could kiss me." Neetu repeated. "I thought for a bit, and said, why not. After all, I thought he just wanted to give me a peck on the cheek. I was surprised when he hugged me tight and pressed his lips against mine. I didn't say anything, because after all he did ask my permission. As he kissed me, his hands moved all over my back, before finally resting on my buttocks."
Of course, her buttocks.
"Some kiss." I muttered, but Neetu ignored me.
"He told me, 'Memsaab'." She continued. "He was squeezing my butt cheeks as he said, 'Memsaab, your buttocks have grown a little bigger. You have put on a little weight, but it looks good on you.' I blushed and didn't know what to say. He kept on kissing me and I responded. I couldn't help it - he's a great kisser. My tongue was in his mouth when I felt him unbutton my blouse from the back. I then immediately froze and asked him to stop."
"Did he?" I asked.
"He did, but only just. 'Memsaab, please.' He was pleading." Neetu answered. "He praised my breasts, saying 'You have the most perfect breasts I remember. Now they seem to be bigger; I must see them!' I didn't know what to do, so I let him do what he wanted as he kissed me again and he took off my blouse. And he was kissing and sucking me just under my chin. You know how much I like it. Before I knew it, my bra was on the floor and I was there, standing, breasts out. He was playing with my tits and making me moan."
"What happened then?" I asked. My wife gave a shrug.
"He took my hand." She replied. "We both knew what was going to happen, so none of us said anything. He took me to his room and closed the door. We hugged and kissed again, and this time my hand was inside his pajamas, playing with his penis, squeezing and stroking it. He was hard and erect. As he kissed me, I couldn't help but murmur, 'Oh Bhola! How I missed you!' He knew, of course."
Neetu paused. Her breathing was becoming rapid now. It was clear that even recounting last night's incidents was turning her on.
"He kept on praising my boobs." She said. "He would say, 'Oh, your boobs, memsaab. I had forgotten how perfect they were. Now they are even bigger!' We were soon naked, both of us, and got into bed. He was pressing and squeezing and kissing me all over. He just knew what to do. I think I was having my first ... or second ... orgasm by then. And he kept praising me! My beautiful tits! And you know how I love his compliments ... and so ... then we ... made ... love. He had me. He took me. Completely. Fully."
"If you have sex with anyone who compliments you ..." I remarked drily.
"Oh, honey!" Neetu rolled her eyes. "You know it's not like that. It's Bhola. And ... he was good. As before. I ... I really didn't know ... how to stop. We just had sex ... and it was very good. He made ... cum ... so many times, and he just kept going. Still ... he has that stamina of old! I don't remember how many times he fucked me last night!"
Neetu carefully omitted how Bhola had called me a "little dicked cuck". She also omitted, as she used to always, the fact that Bhola slapped her.
"Did you make him wear a condom?" I asked. Neetu shook her head.
"No, my love." She admitted. "I ... I wanted to ... feel him inside me. And ... I know I asked you for a one-time fling hall pass ... but this will be every night, my love. I want his sperm. I want him to fill me up. You know ... we decided ... maybe it's time ... Sahil had a younger sibling ... maybe ..."
When did WE decide that?
Her voice trailed off. I glanced at my watch.
"We better get going." I commented, still in a huff. "Or we will miss breakfast."
"Ah, my cuckold is jealous." Neetu teased me. "Don't worry, my love. It's only a couple of weeks. Try to go to bed early, my darling. That way ... you don't have to listen to another man fuck your wife ... all night long!"
* * *
It was three nights later.
Sometime around 3 or 3.30 am, I woke up. I was in my bed. I turned around to see that Neetu was no longer beside me. I got up. It was pitch dark, but slowly my eyes got used to the darkness. I glanced towards the side table.
In the drawer of the side table, I knew there was a capsule there. It was a capsule of sleeping pills. Bhola had given them to Neetu. She was supposed to feed me one in my evening cup of tea every day. That way, every night, I would have a sound sleep and would not be a bother to whatever Bhola was planning to do with Neetu.
Of course, Neetu had laughingly told all this to me. Since I was, in her words, a "willing cuckold", I didn't need the pills.
"Honey, just make sure you stay in the room and don't bother us, ok?" She had instructed me. I had nodded understandingly. I did not want to 'bother' her at all.
Right now, curiosity got the better of me. Not heeding my wife's instructions, I gently, very quietly, opened the door to our room and got out into the common hallway. Bhola's room's door was not fully closed also, and I could hear the noises coming from there. I walked over, very quietly, to his door.
This was our fourth night in the village.
The day after the first night, the festivities of Nichayathartham, or the engagement, had been a blast. Everyone had a great time. We spent the day with Sahil and my little boy was enjoying the colours and the sounds and the food. The small temple for the prayer ceremony was close by, and afterwards there was dinner and a small music session.
The Pandha Kaal Nadudhal or the bamboo pole ceremony had gone well also. Now we had two days till Gauri Pooja, and then another two days for the Haldi. We were really enjoying the vacation - especially on the days when there were no events. All of us cousins went out exploring the village, having fun swimming at the pond, or by the river side, and of course the food was great, as always.
Neetu was always a bit tired, of course, yawning from time to time.
"What's the matter, Bhabhi?" Manav asked once. "Are you still suffering from jet lag?"
"Oh yes." Neetu gave me a look and then answered Manav. "This time it's really bad."
"Hmm." Another of our older cousins, Sita, suddenly gave us a look and burst into a grin. "Or maybe Gopal is ... bothering ... her a little bit too much at night."
"What are you saying!" I blushed bright red, as did Neetu, and my other cousins teased us even more.
"Oh, come on." Sita laughed. "Your son is at your parents, you two have the hut to yourselves, far from us ..."
"So that's why when I put them in the hut, they didn't complaint too much!" Even Manav joined in the fun. "Smart couple!"
"You are funny." I tried to shrug it off, even as others laughed. Neetu was blushing a deep crimson red. My wife always blushed easily.
Of course, Sita was right.
Someone was "bothering" my wife at night, but it wasn't me.
Right now, it was pitch dark outside, but I stood outside the door to Bhola's room, which was slightly ajar. I could have stayed in my room and listened over there - the walls were quite thin, but I wanted to hear better. The last two nights my wife and Bhola had made love rather quietly, which was unusual for Neetu, but I had a feeling tonight she was going to be a bit more vocal.
"Memsaab." I had heard Bhola comment to my wife earlier in the day when I was in the bathroom. "Tonight, I am going to tear up your ass. Gaand phatunga randi teri."
"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu had just giggled. "Make sure you have lots of oil!"
Just the fact that right now she was there with another man in the room was making me as hard as steel. I had to come to grips with myself - another man was fucking my wife, perhaps in the ass, and that was making me hard. I mean, in a way, one can argue it was a healthy marriage - I was allowing my wife to explore her sexual fantasies in an open, honest, and loving relationship. Then again, would you let your wife be used by another man like this? Each time they kissed I felt I was shredding a bit of my manhood.
Soon I heard the quite rumple of the blankets and some whispered voices and giggles from Neetu. It was clear that Bhola and my wife were in the early stages of sex. Bhola was playing with my wife's boobs while Neetu was stroking his huge cock.
"Oh, memsaab!" I heard Bhola moan.
I heard a few slurping noises from Neetu.
"That's good, memsaab!" Bhola grunted. "Suck it deep, my slut!"
"I want to kneel here and suck your cock forever, Bhola."
It was clear that my wife was giving him a blowjob. The Neetu special. Bhola must have been standing up beside the bed, and my wife on the floor on her knees, and he was face fucking her. I could only listen as Bhola reached places in my wife's throat I could never get to.
"Mmm." I heard a sharp sound as Bhola must have taken his cock out of my wife's lips. "Get ready, slut."
I waited to see what would happen next, although I had an idea.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Bhola slapped my wife, harshly, quite a few times, not all respecting her status as his memsaab.
"Alright, phoohad besalika, get on the bed!" Bhola ordered her roughly.
"Yes, Bhola."
As my naked wife lay on the bed, Bhola placed a hand on her pussy.
"You are wet, memsaab." Bhola stated. My wife could say nothing, but I knew she must have been blushing with shame.
"And your pussy hair is not shaved." Bhola declared. "Why, memsaab?"
"I ... er ..." I could hear Neetu nervously stutter. "I kept it like this so you can shave it, Bhola!"
"You are such a slut, memsaab!" Bhola laughed. "Keeping your pussy unshaved just so this lowly servant can shave it!"
"Just like old times, Bhola!"
Old times? When had Bhola shaved Neetu's pussy before? I must have missed it. Another secret Neetu had kept from me.
SLAP!
It was a hard slap, and the sound was like that of a pistol going off.
"Remember when I had to talk you into letting me slap you, memsaab?" Bhola taunted my wife, as he slapped her again.
SLAP!
"Er ... yes, Bhola."
SLAP!
"And you were so hesitant before, memsaab!"
SLAP!
"I remember, Bhola. I am so sorry, Bhola."
SLAP!
"I told you that you would like it. And now you do like it, memsaab."
SLAP!
"Yes, I do, Bhola."
SLAP!
"Why, memsaab? Why do you like being slapped by me?"
SLAP!
SLAP!
"Er ... because I am a slut, Bhola. I am YOUR slut. Please slap me again."
SLAP!
SLAP!
"And now," Bhola told her after giving her a good final slap, "I want to fuck my slut. You are slut because you are a married woman, and your useless husband is sleeping in the next room, and here you are ... spreading your legs for your lowly servant!"
I could hear the bed creaking as they changed positions, and then a low moan from Neetu as Bhola obviously penetrated her. He must have mounted my wife, and was thrusting slowly, his entire body probably resting on top of her.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
There was that sound again as the bed then began to creak in a slow rhythm, with continual gasps and moans from Neetu. A sound that reminded me that another man was fucking my wife, steps away from where I stood, unable to stop him.
My wife was moaning softly now, Bhola's constant humping having the desired effect. Again, I didn't know how long they had been fucking till this point, but from the noises I could tell Neetu was already showing signs of orgasm. I recognized my wife's moans, which were far more intense than anything I could ever hope to elicit from her.
Their fucking began to get faster and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the continued refrain from the bed filled the room.
"Oh, yes! O Siva! Oh Yes!" Neetu screamed loudly.
I knew what was going to happen next. Bhola didn't like it when Neetu was a little loud.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
As expected, Bhola's slaps had the opposite effect, making Neetu even more aroused.
"Oh YES! OH YES! OH GOD! O SIVA! BHOLA!"
Neetu began to moan loudly as she reached her climax.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
By now, these were familiar sounds to me.
The sound of the springs and the squeaking of the bed. The moaning of my wife. The headboard banging against the wall as Bhola and Neetu made love passionately.
"OH BHOLA!" Neetu screamed loudly. "That was so ... fucking ... good! OH BHOLA!"
After a bit, things then began to quieten down for a moment. Neetu's orgasm must have been intense.
"You should record a video of us having sex." Bhola teased her, as he continued to play with her boobs. "And then show it to your husband."
"Oh, Bhola." Neetu giggled. "Why would I do that?"
"Well, first ..." Bhola continued. "He should know his is a cuckold. And second, sahib should understand just how inferior he is in bed. The moment he sees you, memsaab, having a body shaking orgasm with my cock in your wet pussy, he will understand his place in your marriage. He is arrogant man, your husband."
"Oh, Bhola."
SMOOCH!
Rather than counter him, my wife kissed her lover on the lips.
SMOOCH!
They were now kissing each other. And kissing passionately.
"Memsaab." Bhola told my wife. "I would love for your husband to know he is a cuckold. You need to stop letting him fuck you often. All he needs to do is watch you cum on a superior man's cock to understand why he doesn't get to fuck you as frequently as he used to."
"Oh, Bhola."
SMOOCH!
Once again, rather than come to my defence, my wife continued to kiss Bhola.
SMOOCH!
"Memsaab." I heard Bhola say in between the kisses. "Do you know about the ritual of Attai-Niyoga?"
"Er ... no ... Bhola." My innocent Neetu replied. "Attai-Niyoga! What is that?"
"In our culture, when a young virgin man is about to get married, some older, experienced woman takes this young man to her bed." Bhola answered. "She teaches him how to pleasure a woman, so he is not inexperienced on his wedding night. This ritual is the Attai-Niyoga."
"I never heard of this custom, Bhola!" Neetu was astonished. "So ... some older woman has sex with the ... the ... groom ... to teach him ... how to make love?"
SLAP!
Bhola slapped Neetu again.
SLAP!
"You make it sound so crude, memsaab." He complained, slapping my wife again. "The older woman is doing a solemn religious duty. Not ... just ... having sex."
SLAP!
"I am sorry, Bhola." Neetu's tone was apologetic, even as Bhola slapped her again. "Please forgive me. But I am unfamiliar with this ritual."
SMOOCH!
"It is an ancient custom." I heard Bhola insist, as he kissed her again on the lips. "Attai-Niyoga was usually done by an older aunt of the boy, usually the older uncle's wife - hence the term Attai. Nowadays ... of course ... like all ancient Vedic customs ... we have become too modern ... and too prudish ... for it."
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
I heard them loudly kissing again, and it was clear that Bhola was now preparing my wife for round two.
"Why did you bring up this custom ... this Attai-Niyoga ... Bhola?" My wife asked, in between of having her tongue sucked by her lover.
"I will tell you, memsaab." Bhola answered. "You would be the perfect woman to do this. I have a young man in mind, and you will be the woman to do Attai-Niyoga with him. Yes ... you are the Bhabhi ... or as we say in our language ... the Anni ... and not the aunt. But that's fine. What is more important is that you are my slut and you do as I say."
"Oh, Bhola. I am YOUR slut." My wife declared. "If you want me to be this ... Attai ... I will."
"You don't even know who this young man is that I want you to sleep with!" Bhola laughed. "And you are ready for the Attai-Niyoga ritual!"
"I will sleep with whoever you tell me to, Bhola." My wife replied. "I am your slut."
"Good!" I practically heard Bhola grin, if that was possible. "But right now, memsaab, I feel like slapping my slut ... for being so slutty. Please show me your cheeks, memsaab."
"Er ... yes, Bhola. Please slap me. I am your slut."
SLAP!
Bhola showed no hesitation as he slapped my wife hard, again and again.
SLAP!
SLAP!
"You are such a slut, memsaab! Now let's change positions."
I could hear them moving about on the bed, changing positions this time. From the initial sounds I guessed they had been fucking in the missionary position, but now it seemed Bhola wanted to do my wife from behind. As he had promised her this morning.
There was some more rustling, and then I heard Bhola grunt again.
"Bend over the bed, memsaab." He ordered. "Get ready to be fucked in the ass."
"Bhola, please put on more of the oil." I heard my wife instruct her lover. "And remember to be gentle. I am not used to such a big cock for years, Bhola."
"You are a slut, memsaab." Bhola laughed cruelly. "Sluts don't deserve mercy. Especially one that left me so suddenly seven years ago. You will pay for that, memsaab."
With that it sounded like Bhola just pushed himself straight up my wife, ignoring her pleas to 'go easy' and he was 'too big'. I felt a little sorry for Neetu now, being ass fucked by such a huge cock, but my sympathy was short lived as I heard them pick up speed again as Bhola rammed himself into Neetu.
"Please be gentle, na!" I heard Neetu beg Bhola, who paid her no heed.
SPANK!
Their fucking was then punctuated by more sounds as Bhola began to spank Neetu.
SPANK!
SPANK!
"I had forgotten what a nice butt you have, memsaab." Bhola told my wife. "You should be spanked all day, every day!"
"Please, Bhola!" Neetu begged. "Be gentle!"
SPANK!
SPANK!
The spanks sounded hard and Bhola was spanking her and fucking her ass at the same time. He ignored my wife's pleas for mercy and continued to ram hard into her.
"Ok, slut!" He grunted. "I am going to cum."
"Er ... yes, Bhola."
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
Poor Neetu! Her ass fucking ended with a flurry of sharp spanks and a satisfied groan as Bhola pumped load after load of cum deep inside my wife. I could hear them both breathing hard from their exertions, and then a long groan from Neetu as Bhola must have pulled out followed by another sharp spank.
SPANK!
"What a good fuck you are, memsaab!" Bhola laughed. "But ... slut ... I think it's time you cleaned up and went back to your useless cuckold of a husband. What an idiot. Sleeping next door, dosed on pills, while I fuck his slut wife."
"Yes, Bhola." Neetu replied, and then added, "I will miss you when we return to Canada, Bhola. Oh Bhola ... I can't even stand straight ... after you fuck me like this!"
I quickly went back to my own room. It was clear that my wife and her lover were done for the night. He had just thrust his load down her ass. Tonight, I hoped my wife would allow me to also cum inside one of her holes.
"How was it?" I asked Neetu, once we were in bed and she was snuggling against me. We spoke softly, as I knew that the voices would carry.
"Good, as always. But ... he is a getting bit rougher with me." Neetu admitted, also in a whisper. "I like it, though."
"Ha! I can tell. You seem to have a glow on you, dear."
"I want to get more naughty with him, babe. He told me about his friends ... two or three of his friends also wants to fuck me ... and I must let them fuck me, Bhola said." Neetu confessed. "It will be just like that Bashir night. I may be your wife this holiday, my love, but I am also Bhola's slutty fuck toy. Him and his friends'."
"Hmm."
"If only you can see his cock, my love." Neetu was blabbering on. "You will know what he has that you don't. He is always reminding me of that fact."
"I see." We kissed deeply. "I love you, Neetu. What else does he say?"
"He also taunts you slightly, babe."
"Really?" I pretended to be disinterested, even though I knew what she was talking about. "Only slightly?"
"Yes," Neetu nodded, her hands finding their way to my shorts and inside. "Well ... he keeps telling me, 'My penis can reach parts your husband's never been.' And it's true, of course. When he drives his dick deep into me, I do mean deep. You have never been penetrated me so far inside and I have to brace myself as Bhola lunges in and out."
"You seem to like it." I commented drily, even as Neetu started to stroke me. "The sounds carry, you know."
Neetu blushed.
"Did you listen to him as he fucked me my love?" She asked, as her fingers slowly caressed my balls. "He just knows what to do to me. His hands are playing with my breasts, taking each one and squeezing and pinching my nipples, and his tongue is everywhere, licking and kissing, and his thrusts make me feel I died and gone to heaven. It felt so good to have his huge cock sliding in and out of me, darling."
"Do you want to take him back to Canada?" I asked, somewhat irritably.
"Haha ... you are funny." My wife grinned. "I am now forty years old, and a mother. A holiday fling is enough for me."
"Why?" I laughed. "I could set up a video camera in our house and watch you get fucked every day when I am at work."
"Don't worry, my love." My wife repeated. "You know I would rather cuckold you openly rather than have an affair behind your back. And Bhola is ... just ... too much. Once in seven years seems the fine balance. And ... speaking of you ... and your little fella ... you are very hard, my love. Can I help take care of it?"
I did not say a word, nor did I give my wife any warning. I caught the hem of her petticoat and rolled it up to her tummy. Almost as quickly, I put a finger insider her panty and yanked it sharply.
"Ouch!" Neetu yelped, as I roughly ripped her panty in half.
"Babe!" Neetu gasped in surprise as I moved myself up on top of her, positioning the tip of my hard cock to her soaking hole and pushing forward. Her freshly fucked pussy was completely drenched both inside and out. I could feel the juices inside of her flowing past my shaft and out of her. Was it her juice, or Bhola's cum? I had no way of knowing, nor did I want to know. Without much warning, or even warming her up, I began fucking my wife hard and fast.
You like it rough, don't you, I thought. Too bad I can't bring myself to slap you, but I WILL fuck you roughly.
Neetu was definitely not expecting me to move that fast, and immediately started to moan with pleasure. Her legs began to tighten around my pelvis.
I wanted to channel my inner Bhola and last a long time, but alas! It did not take long for me to cum. The action of the night, the taste of my wife's cum soaked pussy, the feel of her sweet wet walls; any one of which could easily set me off, but all combined was too much.
"Oh, baby!" I groaned. "I am going to cum."
Neetu patted my ass.
"Yes, my love. I already have three loads inside me. You can give me my fourth."
I blew my load deep inside of her, adding my cum to the loads that she had already taken from Bhola. I grunted loud as shot after shot of cum erupted from me. Out of breath and out of sperm, I finally rolled off her and lay on the bed next to her, panting deeply. Neetu softly stroked my chest.
"I love you, Gopal." She said, finally taking my name. "I really love you. Thank you for ... letting me ... do this. Thank you ... for ... Bhola."
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As I turned around, I realized Neetu wasn't beside me!
Slowly my senses cleared, and I became fully awake, and I also became aware of conversation happening outside the room, from the common area. The hut had two bedrooms beside each other, and a small common lavatory. There was a common area with one dining table and a kitchenette, along with a few chairs. Very simple village living.
Neetu was talking with someone there.
It was Bhola. It must be Bhola. I thought I recognized his voice. I knew if I got up and walked over to the door, I could hear properly. Or I could just go out and make my way there. But somehow, for some reason, I remained on the bed, lying there.
After about ten minutes, I heard the creak of the chair. Both Neetu and Bhola must have stood up. I heard some more talk, and then silence.
And then I heard some rustling sound. What was happening?
SMOOCH!
She was actually kissing him! They were kissing! My wife, the mother of our son, and our former servant. They were kissing!
I could not believe it!
I heard more voices, and then a door being shut.
Neetu had actually gone in with Bhola to his room!
"Oh, Bhola!" I heard Neetu murmur. "How I missed you!"
SMOOCH!
I sighed. I knew it could happen, I knew it would happen, but to actually have it happen on our very first night back in the village itself! How easy it had been for Neetu to simply give in!
I was now in our bedroom, on the bed, alone. The small fan whirred noisily, blowing hot air through the room. I was lying on the bed, my hand in my boxers, my cock hard and erect, and reaching upward, my heart racing fast as I strained my ears to listen to the noises emanating from the next room.
Creak! Squeak!
There was a noise as my wife and Bhola got into bed. No doubt, he was busy stripping Neetu of her clothes, while taking his own off, as fast as he could.
"Oh, your boobs, memsaab." I heard him mutter. "I had forgotten how perfect they were. Now they are even bigger!"
He was already handling her boobs! He had picked off right where they had left seven years ago, exactly as I knew he would.
Creak! Squeak!
"They have become bigger after my pregnancy." Neetu replied, somewhat shyly. "Oh, Bhola! You know ... you know ... just what to do! Even my husband loves my breasts ... but you ... the way you touch ..."
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"I missed you so badly, Bhola."
"Boobs like this aren't meant for your husband, memsaab. He is a little dicked cuck."
"Oh, Bhola."
The sounds of rapid kissing came through the walls. For some time, there was no other sound, no words, as the long-parted lovers kissed each other passionately upon reuniting again after seven years.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"You know how to kiss me so nicely, Bhola." My wife was murmuring. She seemed to be having a small orgasm already. Soon I knew she was going to get her brains fucked out.
The noises were loud now, and very audible. I just hoped they didn't go beyond the hut. A village night could be a very quiet one, and loud noises tended to carry far. It will be a big scandal if anyone found out what was happening in that room at this instant.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
There it was! After so many years ... here was this noise once again! The noise of the bed squeaking as another man ... penetrated ... my own wife.
My dear wife! My own sweet Neetu! Jealousy and arousal, the deadly combination, was once more a familiar feeling as I listened to the sounds of my wife's latest extramarital affair.
"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu moaned. "Oh, my dear Bhola. How I have missed you all these years! Oh, how deep you go inside me!"
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
The unabashed sounds of my wife's excited and sometimes frantic voice coming from the adjacent room through the thin walls indicated that she had now taken her lover's large cock inside her.
"Oh Bhola!" Neetu moaned. "You are so deep inside me."
A familiar sense of warm humiliation came over me as I heard my wife moan, even as the squeaking of the bed springs became more and more frequent.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
"After seven years ... aren't you glad you are once again getting fucked by a real man?" Bhola taunted my wife, even as he had his pecker buried deep inside her. "How does it feel, memsaab? Whose cock do you like better, memsaab? Mine, or your husband's?"
"Oh, Bhola, there is no competition!" Neetu grunted. "You make me feel so good. I am so glad I ... I ... cuckolded my husband years ago ... with you!"
"I have some plans for you memsaab this time." Bhola ominously told my wife as he continued to fuck her. "We will make up for lost time, my dear slut! As soon as Manav sahib told me I was sharing the hut with you, I made those plans, my dear memsaab!"
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
The rhythmic creaking of the bed frame added to my humiliation, indicating to me that my wife Neetu was again being haplessly penetrated by Bhola, and from her moans and murmurs I could make out that she was now having an orgasm.
"Oh Bhola! Oh, BHOLA!"
Neetu's voice got louder and more excited, and then stopped for a few minutes. I heard some rustling on the bed.
"Memsaab, get ready."
SLAP!
The noise was sharp, but not too loud. Bhola had struck my wife across her face, but not too hard. He slapped her again, as he liked to do.
SLAP!
It was déjà vu. He was slapping my wife, just like old times. A lowly servant man was slapping my wife, and she was just letting him, and I was helpless to do anything. He was probably fucking my wife bareback, and I couldn't do anything either. He now slapped my wife harder.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
After giving my wife a few tight slaps, Bhola then resumed the fucking as he continued to plough into my wife.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
He was humping her fast now as Neetu gamely hung on.
"Ungh! Ungh! Oh Bhola!" My wife was moaning louder and louder now. "Cum in me, Bhola! Please! I beg you!"
Creak! Squeak!
The bed continued to creak as Bhola continued to bang her, even as my wife began yet another orgasm.
"Aaah! Aaaaah! Oh YES! OH FUCK! Aaaaah!"
Neetu kept grunting. The bedsprings were squeaking furiously as she received Bhola's thrusts. The bed was now hitting the wall hard, and the springs sounded as if they were going to break.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola spoke. "I am going to cum. I am going to make you pregnant. Again."
SMOOCH!
I heard my wife loudly and sloppily plant some kisses on our servant.
There was silence. I reasoned that Bhola was now cumming inside my wife. Again, I wondered if he wore a condom - probably not. He was balls deep inside my wife, ejaculating into her womb. I wondered where in the menstrual cycle Neetu was.
If you think Sahil now deserves a brother or a sister, I could cuckold you again ...
Neetu was now silent, letting out the occasional grunt as Bhola flexed his buttocks from time to time, pumping more and more of his seed inside her. I then heard her kiss our servant again.
SMOOCH!
"Oh, Bhola. Oh, my love." Neetu was moaning, even as Bhola continued to pump his semen into her. "I love you. Oh, that was amazing. Even after all these years, no one fucks me like you do."
"Wait until your holiday is over, memsaab." Bhola laughed. "I will make sure you forget about your husband's little dick ... forever! What a cuckold! Sleeping in the next room blissfully while I fuck his slut wife here on my bed! Oh, I am going to enjoy these two weeks with you, my randi!"
"Oh Bhola!" My wife moaned. "I love you! I love you ... so ... so much!"
Neetu did not immediately return to our room. My jet lag meant I was now wide awake, and it was a long night.
Three more times over the next two hours, I waited patiently on the bed while hearing my dear wife's yells of passionate struggle and pleasure. The sounds of one orgasm blended into the next. Oh, how I wish I was the one whose cock was inside her, holding Neetu tightly as she squirmed under me! But I wasn't the one with my cock inside Neetu. It was Bhola, and who could blame him! For so long Neetu had enjoyed romantic sex with me. Now Bhola was giving her the rough sex that she really craved for.
Despite her age and being a mother and all the extra weight, my wife Neetu was still one spunky lady, and anyone who could fuck her was a lucky man. For so long I was the only man with that luck. Now Bhola was with her, and no doubt this villager was fucking my high-class Canadian wife senseless by now, taking full enjoyment from my wife's body.
I did not know when I fell asleep again, my own cum soiling my boxers. Neetu was still not back when I had gone back to dreamland. I had to wonder if I would get to fuck my own wife during this vacation. It was déjà vu. Another man was cumming inside my wife. I was cumming on my hand.
The next morning I woke up late - around 11 am. My sleep cycle was all messed up. I got up and looked beside me. Neetu wasn't there.
Suddenly the door to our room opened, and my wife walked in.
She looked divine. She had just taken a shower, and her hair was still wet, and wrapped in a towel, and she was trying to rub and dry the hair. She was wearing a blouse and a petticoat, with her tummy and waist bare and exposed.
"Good morning sleepyhead." She smiled at me, still fluffing her hair with the tower. "Or should I say, good afternoon, my love."
"If you greet me like that," I said, taking in the sight of my sexy wife, "Every day is a good morning!"
"Oh, you!" Neetu laughed. "You need to get up and take a shower. Hurry up, because your mother just called. We must go to the zamindar residence - they still have breakfast waiting for us. Soon it will be time for lunch!"
"Oh, ok." I got up and stretched. Grabbing my toothbrush, I headed to the toilet. As I walked by Neetu, I gave her a firm squeeze on her waist, pinching her love handles.
"Ouch!" Neetu yelped. "What's gotten into you, babe?"
"Are you not wearing the sari, my love?" I asked. "After all, Bhola could be outside. And here you are, dressed in just a petticoat and blouse."
"He is outside, my dear husband," Neetu grinned and turned around and blew me a kiss. "And don't forget, he has seen a lot more of your wife than this."
"Well, still ..." I tried to insist.
"Oh ... one more thing." Neetu gave me a mischievous smile. "He had me. Already. Last night. He fucked me ... um ... actually ... um ... several times."
I looked at her, pretending to be shocked, and my jaw dropping. Of course, I knew what she had done last night, but here she was, shamelessly admitting it. At least she was an honest slut. Neetu walked towards me and stroked my crotch.
"You are hard." She stated. "Being a cuckold turns you on, my love."
I cast my eyes down, humiliated and ashamed. She was right, of course.
"My pussy is going to belong to him this vacation, my love." My wife grinned, as she continued to stroke me. "Wow ... you are getting harder. I guess you want me to go to bed again with him? Be his slut?"
I remained standing there, unable to say a word.
"I can't wait for tonight." Neetu grinned, as she caressed my manhood. "I can do things to him ... I love the feeling of being used by him. He is just so different from you. He was fucking me right next door, and you were sleeping in this room ... oh it felt so naughty ... and it was so good! Oh, my goodness! You are rock hard, babe!"
There was no denying it. I was fully aroused.
"Does it turn you on?" Neetu grinned. "To think of all the things I did with him."
"Err ..." I had nothing to say.
"My love." Neetu kissed my cheek, while still rubbing me. "Go and take the shower. We will talk about this later. Try not to be too humiliated tonight as he fucks me again."
It was so cruel; she had fired me up and now was leaving me with some blue balls.
"Yes, my dear."
As I stepped out of the room, I knew I would have to meet (and talk with) Bhola. I heard him whistling in the small kitchen. He turned around when he heard the door close to our room.
"Sahib! Good morning!" Bhola greeted me as soon as he saw me. "I already boiled some water and put it in the bucket, so the water is hot and ready for your bath."
"Thank you, Bhola." I replied.
My emotions and feelings were confused as I talked with him, now with the knowledge that this man had actually (again) fucked my wife all night. He must have emptied his cum into her pussy at least three times last night, giving her orgasm after orgasm as I laid in my bed, rubbing my own cock. My wife still had that dreamy well fucked look on her face. And Bhola? He had a smile that seemed to be fixed on him for the rest of the day.
"How long were you in Dubai, Bhola?" I asked him.
"Almost immediately after I left your employment, sahib," Bhola told me. "I was in Dubai for around three years. It was very hot, sahib, I had to work outside in the fields. And I lived in the labour camp, sahib. Outside the city. All men."
"So, no women?" I grinned, as I gathered my materials for my bath. "Must have been a boring three years for you, Bhola."
Bhola gave me a strange look.
"Well, sahib. I needed the money." He remarked. "But eventually I returned to India ... and then I worked at Mrs. Gill's for some time."
So Bhola had gone back to Mrs. Gill. I wondered what sort of "work" he did for her.
"And then I was in Kolkata for some time." Bhola continued. "And now back in our village, resting for a bit. I have some money saved ... and you know Manav sahib ... he gave me some money too. His family is very generous, sahib. They helped my younger brother with his studies too. Sabbir anna, and some other villagers, they also helped when I was in Dubai, looking after my family here."
"So now that you are back in the village, what are you planning to do?" I asked, and then almost added, "Besides my wife, that is."
"I am thinking of opening a shop here." Bhola answered. "Maybe a small convenience store ... or a dhaba."
"Good for you, Bhola." I told him. "I am glad you are making something of your life, despite your lack of education."
"Manav sahib's family is very generous, but it is also due to you and memsaab, sahib." Bhola said. "You both took care of me when I needed, right after the flood. And your wife - memsaab - also showed so much love and affection towards me. It is she who gave me the confidence. She always encouraged me to achieve more that what I thought was possible."
"No, it is your hard work, Bhola." I replied. "We can only help so much."
"Sahib, it is you and the kindness of memsaab." Bhola insisted. "She took such good care of me. I was a young man when I started working at your place, and memsaab treated me like family. I never felt like a servant in your house. She showed me great love, an openness, and gave me confidence."
Was it my imagination or did Bhola have a smug look of arrogance as he made small talk with me, especially when he talked about Neetu? Maybe he was showing me up - he was telling my indirectly that my wife was his and he was her man, and I could do nothing about it. Or maybe I was reading too much into his smile.
I quickly ended the conversation and entered the bathroom to take the shower.
Bhola had made his intentions clear. He intended to fuck my wife every night, and Neetu was up for it. He also planned for some friends of his to fuck her, all in that room next door. I just had to plan it properly, so it was discreet. That meant going to bed early and staying there the whole night. This way my wife's adultery could be restricted to our hut, and no one would find out.
After the shower, I found Bhola had already left. He was needed at the main house for servant duties. I went to my room to get ready; we had to go there as well for breakfast. As I got ready, I asked my wife to recount what happened last night.
"Do you really want to know, babe?" Neetu asked. "Isn't it enough to know he just ... had ... me? Why must I torture you further with the details of how your servant banged your wife? It makes me feel ... cheap."
"I need to know." I asserted. "We ... are ... doing things that are risky. Once again. There must be complete openness ... between us."
"Very well." Neetu wasn't convinced, but she knew when not to argue. Another good quality of her. She was a good wife, even if she was slutty.
"I had gotten up last night to pee." She began her story. "I don't remember the exact time ... maybe 1 or 1.30 in the morning. After urinating ... and it was a long pee ... oh my goodness ... I decided to go to the kitchen and see if there is something to eat. I walked out and saw Bhola. He had also gotten up and was getting a glass of water."
Neetu sat on the edge of the bed, clasped her hands together and continued.
"Bhola insisted on making me tea. He also made a cup for himself. I had freshened up by then, so we both sat there, having our tea, and just talking. We were reminiscing, of course, of old times."
"What exactly did you talk about, when you say, 'old times'?" I asked, somewhat drily.
"Well, idhar udhar ki baate, you know. Yada yada yada." My wife gave me a look and sighed. "And yes, we did talk about sex. I mean, I had to tell him I missed him. He asked about Sahil. I was very careful ... I told him you had a treatment in USA and Sahil was our child - me and yours."
So Bhola was once again enquiring about Sahil, I realized. Maybe he was putting two and two together. What did he tell Neetu last night?
I am going to cum. I am going to make you pregnant. Again.
"Did you tell him you were on birth control when you were having an affair with him?" I asked Neetu. That was another thing she was supposed to tell Bhola.
"Yes, I did." Neetu nodded. "I told Bhola that I was on birth control when I was with him. Then he asked me if I was on birth control now."
My eyes narrowed. "And what did you say?"
"That's when ... when I looked at the clock, I realized a whole hour had gone by." Neetu replied. "So, I didn't really answer him. I wanted to go back to bed and try to sleep again, so I stood up. This is when Bhola asked me if he could give me a kiss, for old time's sake."
"He wanted to kiss you?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, he asked if he could kiss me." Neetu repeated. "I thought for a bit, and said, why not. After all, I thought he just wanted to give me a peck on the cheek. I was surprised when he hugged me tight and pressed his lips against mine. I didn't say anything, because after all he did ask my permission. As he kissed me, his hands moved all over my back, before finally resting on my buttocks."
Of course, her buttocks.
"Some kiss." I muttered, but Neetu ignored me.
"He told me, 'Memsaab'." She continued. "He was squeezing my butt cheeks as he said, 'Memsaab, your buttocks have grown a little bigger. You have put on a little weight, but it looks good on you.' I blushed and didn't know what to say. He kept on kissing me and I responded. I couldn't help it - he's a great kisser. My tongue was in his mouth when I felt him unbutton my blouse from the back. I then immediately froze and asked him to stop."
"Did he?" I asked.
"He did, but only just. 'Memsaab, please.' He was pleading." Neetu answered. "He praised my breasts, saying 'You have the most perfect breasts I remember. Now they seem to be bigger; I must see them!' I didn't know what to do, so I let him do what he wanted as he kissed me again and he took off my blouse. And he was kissing and sucking me just under my chin. You know how much I like it. Before I knew it, my bra was on the floor and I was there, standing, breasts out. He was playing with my tits and making me moan."
"What happened then?" I asked. My wife gave a shrug.
"He took my hand." She replied. "We both knew what was going to happen, so none of us said anything. He took me to his room and closed the door. We hugged and kissed again, and this time my hand was inside his pajamas, playing with his penis, squeezing and stroking it. He was hard and erect. As he kissed me, I couldn't help but murmur, 'Oh Bhola! How I missed you!' He knew, of course."
Neetu paused. Her breathing was becoming rapid now. It was clear that even recounting last night's incidents was turning her on.
"He kept on praising my boobs." She said. "He would say, 'Oh, your boobs, memsaab. I had forgotten how perfect they were. Now they are even bigger!' We were soon naked, both of us, and got into bed. He was pressing and squeezing and kissing me all over. He just knew what to do. I think I was having my first ... or second ... orgasm by then. And he kept praising me! My beautiful tits! And you know how I love his compliments ... and so ... then we ... made ... love. He had me. He took me. Completely. Fully."
"If you have sex with anyone who compliments you ..." I remarked drily.
"Oh, honey!" Neetu rolled her eyes. "You know it's not like that. It's Bhola. And ... he was good. As before. I ... I really didn't know ... how to stop. We just had sex ... and it was very good. He made ... cum ... so many times, and he just kept going. Still ... he has that stamina of old! I don't remember how many times he fucked me last night!"
Neetu carefully omitted how Bhola had called me a "little dicked cuck". She also omitted, as she used to always, the fact that Bhola slapped her.
"Did you make him wear a condom?" I asked. Neetu shook her head.
"No, my love." She admitted. "I ... I wanted to ... feel him inside me. And ... I know I asked you for a one-time fling hall pass ... but this will be every night, my love. I want his sperm. I want him to fill me up. You know ... we decided ... maybe it's time ... Sahil had a younger sibling ... maybe ..."
When did WE decide that?
Her voice trailed off. I glanced at my watch.
"We better get going." I commented, still in a huff. "Or we will miss breakfast."
"Ah, my cuckold is jealous." Neetu teased me. "Don't worry, my love. It's only a couple of weeks. Try to go to bed early, my darling. That way ... you don't have to listen to another man fuck your wife ... all night long!"
* * *
It was three nights later.
Sometime around 3 or 3.30 am, I woke up. I was in my bed. I turned around to see that Neetu was no longer beside me. I got up. It was pitch dark, but slowly my eyes got used to the darkness. I glanced towards the side table.
In the drawer of the side table, I knew there was a capsule there. It was a capsule of sleeping pills. Bhola had given them to Neetu. She was supposed to feed me one in my evening cup of tea every day. That way, every night, I would have a sound sleep and would not be a bother to whatever Bhola was planning to do with Neetu.
Of course, Neetu had laughingly told all this to me. Since I was, in her words, a "willing cuckold", I didn't need the pills.
"Honey, just make sure you stay in the room and don't bother us, ok?" She had instructed me. I had nodded understandingly. I did not want to 'bother' her at all.
Right now, curiosity got the better of me. Not heeding my wife's instructions, I gently, very quietly, opened the door to our room and got out into the common hallway. Bhola's room's door was not fully closed also, and I could hear the noises coming from there. I walked over, very quietly, to his door.
This was our fourth night in the village.
The day after the first night, the festivities of Nichayathartham, or the engagement, had been a blast. Everyone had a great time. We spent the day with Sahil and my little boy was enjoying the colours and the sounds and the food. The small temple for the prayer ceremony was close by, and afterwards there was dinner and a small music session.
The Pandha Kaal Nadudhal or the bamboo pole ceremony had gone well also. Now we had two days till Gauri Pooja, and then another two days for the Haldi. We were really enjoying the vacation - especially on the days when there were no events. All of us cousins went out exploring the village, having fun swimming at the pond, or by the river side, and of course the food was great, as always.
Neetu was always a bit tired, of course, yawning from time to time.
"What's the matter, Bhabhi?" Manav asked once. "Are you still suffering from jet lag?"
"Oh yes." Neetu gave me a look and then answered Manav. "This time it's really bad."
"Hmm." Another of our older cousins, Sita, suddenly gave us a look and burst into a grin. "Or maybe Gopal is ... bothering ... her a little bit too much at night."
"What are you saying!" I blushed bright red, as did Neetu, and my other cousins teased us even more.
"Oh, come on." Sita laughed. "Your son is at your parents, you two have the hut to yourselves, far from us ..."
"So that's why when I put them in the hut, they didn't complaint too much!" Even Manav joined in the fun. "Smart couple!"
"You are funny." I tried to shrug it off, even as others laughed. Neetu was blushing a deep crimson red. My wife always blushed easily.
Of course, Sita was right.
Someone was "bothering" my wife at night, but it wasn't me.
Right now, it was pitch dark outside, but I stood outside the door to Bhola's room, which was slightly ajar. I could have stayed in my room and listened over there - the walls were quite thin, but I wanted to hear better. The last two nights my wife and Bhola had made love rather quietly, which was unusual for Neetu, but I had a feeling tonight she was going to be a bit more vocal.
"Memsaab." I had heard Bhola comment to my wife earlier in the day when I was in the bathroom. "Tonight, I am going to tear up your ass. Gaand phatunga randi teri."
"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu had just giggled. "Make sure you have lots of oil!"
Just the fact that right now she was there with another man in the room was making me as hard as steel. I had to come to grips with myself - another man was fucking my wife, perhaps in the ass, and that was making me hard. I mean, in a way, one can argue it was a healthy marriage - I was allowing my wife to explore her sexual fantasies in an open, honest, and loving relationship. Then again, would you let your wife be used by another man like this? Each time they kissed I felt I was shredding a bit of my manhood.
Soon I heard the quite rumple of the blankets and some whispered voices and giggles from Neetu. It was clear that Bhola and my wife were in the early stages of sex. Bhola was playing with my wife's boobs while Neetu was stroking his huge cock.
"Oh, memsaab!" I heard Bhola moan.
I heard a few slurping noises from Neetu.
"That's good, memsaab!" Bhola grunted. "Suck it deep, my slut!"
"I want to kneel here and suck your cock forever, Bhola."
It was clear that my wife was giving him a blowjob. The Neetu special. Bhola must have been standing up beside the bed, and my wife on the floor on her knees, and he was face fucking her. I could only listen as Bhola reached places in my wife's throat I could never get to.
"Mmm." I heard a sharp sound as Bhola must have taken his cock out of my wife's lips. "Get ready, slut."
I waited to see what would happen next, although I had an idea.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Bhola slapped my wife, harshly, quite a few times, not all respecting her status as his memsaab.
"Alright, phoohad besalika, get on the bed!" Bhola ordered her roughly.
"Yes, Bhola."
As my naked wife lay on the bed, Bhola placed a hand on her pussy.
"You are wet, memsaab." Bhola stated. My wife could say nothing, but I knew she must have been blushing with shame.
"And your pussy hair is not shaved." Bhola declared. "Why, memsaab?"
"I ... er ..." I could hear Neetu nervously stutter. "I kept it like this so you can shave it, Bhola!"
"You are such a slut, memsaab!" Bhola laughed. "Keeping your pussy unshaved just so this lowly servant can shave it!"
"Just like old times, Bhola!"
Old times? When had Bhola shaved Neetu's pussy before? I must have missed it. Another secret Neetu had kept from me.
SLAP!
It was a hard slap, and the sound was like that of a pistol going off.
"Remember when I had to talk you into letting me slap you, memsaab?" Bhola taunted my wife, as he slapped her again.
SLAP!
"Er ... yes, Bhola."
SLAP!
"And you were so hesitant before, memsaab!"
SLAP!
"I remember, Bhola. I am so sorry, Bhola."
SLAP!
"I told you that you would like it. And now you do like it, memsaab."
SLAP!
"Yes, I do, Bhola."
SLAP!
"Why, memsaab? Why do you like being slapped by me?"
SLAP!
SLAP!
"Er ... because I am a slut, Bhola. I am YOUR slut. Please slap me again."
SLAP!
SLAP!
"And now," Bhola told her after giving her a good final slap, "I want to fuck my slut. You are slut because you are a married woman, and your useless husband is sleeping in the next room, and here you are ... spreading your legs for your lowly servant!"
I could hear the bed creaking as they changed positions, and then a low moan from Neetu as Bhola obviously penetrated her. He must have mounted my wife, and was thrusting slowly, his entire body probably resting on top of her.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
There was that sound again as the bed then began to creak in a slow rhythm, with continual gasps and moans from Neetu. A sound that reminded me that another man was fucking my wife, steps away from where I stood, unable to stop him.
My wife was moaning softly now, Bhola's constant humping having the desired effect. Again, I didn't know how long they had been fucking till this point, but from the noises I could tell Neetu was already showing signs of orgasm. I recognized my wife's moans, which were far more intense than anything I could ever hope to elicit from her.
Their fucking began to get faster and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the continued refrain from the bed filled the room.
"Oh, yes! O Siva! Oh Yes!" Neetu screamed loudly.
I knew what was going to happen next. Bhola didn't like it when Neetu was a little loud.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
As expected, Bhola's slaps had the opposite effect, making Neetu even more aroused.
"Oh YES! OH YES! OH GOD! O SIVA! BHOLA!"
Neetu began to moan loudly as she reached her climax.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
By now, these were familiar sounds to me.
The sound of the springs and the squeaking of the bed. The moaning of my wife. The headboard banging against the wall as Bhola and Neetu made love passionately.
"OH BHOLA!" Neetu screamed loudly. "That was so ... fucking ... good! OH BHOLA!"
After a bit, things then began to quieten down for a moment. Neetu's orgasm must have been intense.
"You should record a video of us having sex." Bhola teased her, as he continued to play with her boobs. "And then show it to your husband."
"Oh, Bhola." Neetu giggled. "Why would I do that?"
"Well, first ..." Bhola continued. "He should know his is a cuckold. And second, sahib should understand just how inferior he is in bed. The moment he sees you, memsaab, having a body shaking orgasm with my cock in your wet pussy, he will understand his place in your marriage. He is arrogant man, your husband."
"Oh, Bhola."
SMOOCH!
Rather than counter him, my wife kissed her lover on the lips.
SMOOCH!
They were now kissing each other. And kissing passionately.
"Memsaab." Bhola told my wife. "I would love for your husband to know he is a cuckold. You need to stop letting him fuck you often. All he needs to do is watch you cum on a superior man's cock to understand why he doesn't get to fuck you as frequently as he used to."
"Oh, Bhola."
SMOOCH!
Once again, rather than come to my defence, my wife continued to kiss Bhola.
SMOOCH!
"Memsaab." I heard Bhola say in between the kisses. "Do you know about the ritual of Attai-Niyoga?"
"Er ... no ... Bhola." My innocent Neetu replied. "Attai-Niyoga! What is that?"
"In our culture, when a young virgin man is about to get married, some older, experienced woman takes this young man to her bed." Bhola answered. "She teaches him how to pleasure a woman, so he is not inexperienced on his wedding night. This ritual is the Attai-Niyoga."
"I never heard of this custom, Bhola!" Neetu was astonished. "So ... some older woman has sex with the ... the ... groom ... to teach him ... how to make love?"
SLAP!
Bhola slapped Neetu again.
SLAP!
"You make it sound so crude, memsaab." He complained, slapping my wife again. "The older woman is doing a solemn religious duty. Not ... just ... having sex."
SLAP!
"I am sorry, Bhola." Neetu's tone was apologetic, even as Bhola slapped her again. "Please forgive me. But I am unfamiliar with this ritual."
SMOOCH!
"It is an ancient custom." I heard Bhola insist, as he kissed her again on the lips. "Attai-Niyoga was usually done by an older aunt of the boy, usually the older uncle's wife - hence the term Attai. Nowadays ... of course ... like all ancient Vedic customs ... we have become too modern ... and too prudish ... for it."
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
I heard them loudly kissing again, and it was clear that Bhola was now preparing my wife for round two.
"Why did you bring up this custom ... this Attai-Niyoga ... Bhola?" My wife asked, in between of having her tongue sucked by her lover.
"I will tell you, memsaab." Bhola answered. "You would be the perfect woman to do this. I have a young man in mind, and you will be the woman to do Attai-Niyoga with him. Yes ... you are the Bhabhi ... or as we say in our language ... the Anni ... and not the aunt. But that's fine. What is more important is that you are my slut and you do as I say."
"Oh, Bhola. I am YOUR slut." My wife declared. "If you want me to be this ... Attai ... I will."
"You don't even know who this young man is that I want you to sleep with!" Bhola laughed. "And you are ready for the Attai-Niyoga ritual!"
"I will sleep with whoever you tell me to, Bhola." My wife replied. "I am your slut."
"Good!" I practically heard Bhola grin, if that was possible. "But right now, memsaab, I feel like slapping my slut ... for being so slutty. Please show me your cheeks, memsaab."
"Er ... yes, Bhola. Please slap me. I am your slut."
SLAP!
Bhola showed no hesitation as he slapped my wife hard, again and again.
SLAP!
SLAP!
"You are such a slut, memsaab! Now let's change positions."
I could hear them moving about on the bed, changing positions this time. From the initial sounds I guessed they had been fucking in the missionary position, but now it seemed Bhola wanted to do my wife from behind. As he had promised her this morning.
There was some more rustling, and then I heard Bhola grunt again.
"Bend over the bed, memsaab." He ordered. "Get ready to be fucked in the ass."
"Bhola, please put on more of the oil." I heard my wife instruct her lover. "And remember to be gentle. I am not used to such a big cock for years, Bhola."
"You are a slut, memsaab." Bhola laughed cruelly. "Sluts don't deserve mercy. Especially one that left me so suddenly seven years ago. You will pay for that, memsaab."
With that it sounded like Bhola just pushed himself straight up my wife, ignoring her pleas to 'go easy' and he was 'too big'. I felt a little sorry for Neetu now, being ass fucked by such a huge cock, but my sympathy was short lived as I heard them pick up speed again as Bhola rammed himself into Neetu.
"Please be gentle, na!" I heard Neetu beg Bhola, who paid her no heed.
SPANK!
Their fucking was then punctuated by more sounds as Bhola began to spank Neetu.
SPANK!
SPANK!
"I had forgotten what a nice butt you have, memsaab." Bhola told my wife. "You should be spanked all day, every day!"
"Please, Bhola!" Neetu begged. "Be gentle!"
SPANK!
SPANK!
The spanks sounded hard and Bhola was spanking her and fucking her ass at the same time. He ignored my wife's pleas for mercy and continued to ram hard into her.
"Ok, slut!" He grunted. "I am going to cum."
"Er ... yes, Bhola."
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
Poor Neetu! Her ass fucking ended with a flurry of sharp spanks and a satisfied groan as Bhola pumped load after load of cum deep inside my wife. I could hear them both breathing hard from their exertions, and then a long groan from Neetu as Bhola must have pulled out followed by another sharp spank.
SPANK!
"What a good fuck you are, memsaab!" Bhola laughed. "But ... slut ... I think it's time you cleaned up and went back to your useless cuckold of a husband. What an idiot. Sleeping next door, dosed on pills, while I fuck his slut wife."
"Yes, Bhola." Neetu replied, and then added, "I will miss you when we return to Canada, Bhola. Oh Bhola ... I can't even stand straight ... after you fuck me like this!"
I quickly went back to my own room. It was clear that my wife and her lover were done for the night. He had just thrust his load down her ass. Tonight, I hoped my wife would allow me to also cum inside one of her holes.
"How was it?" I asked Neetu, once we were in bed and she was snuggling against me. We spoke softly, as I knew that the voices would carry.
"Good, as always. But ... he is a getting bit rougher with me." Neetu admitted, also in a whisper. "I like it, though."
"Ha! I can tell. You seem to have a glow on you, dear."
"I want to get more naughty with him, babe. He told me about his friends ... two or three of his friends also wants to fuck me ... and I must let them fuck me, Bhola said." Neetu confessed. "It will be just like that Bashir night. I may be your wife this holiday, my love, but I am also Bhola's slutty fuck toy. Him and his friends'."
"Hmm."
"If only you can see his cock, my love." Neetu was blabbering on. "You will know what he has that you don't. He is always reminding me of that fact."
"I see." We kissed deeply. "I love you, Neetu. What else does he say?"
"He also taunts you slightly, babe."
"Really?" I pretended to be disinterested, even though I knew what she was talking about. "Only slightly?"
"Yes," Neetu nodded, her hands finding their way to my shorts and inside. "Well ... he keeps telling me, 'My penis can reach parts your husband's never been.' And it's true, of course. When he drives his dick deep into me, I do mean deep. You have never been penetrated me so far inside and I have to brace myself as Bhola lunges in and out."
"You seem to like it." I commented drily, even as Neetu started to stroke me. "The sounds carry, you know."
Neetu blushed.
"Did you listen to him as he fucked me my love?" She asked, as her fingers slowly caressed my balls. "He just knows what to do to me. His hands are playing with my breasts, taking each one and squeezing and pinching my nipples, and his tongue is everywhere, licking and kissing, and his thrusts make me feel I died and gone to heaven. It felt so good to have his huge cock sliding in and out of me, darling."
"Do you want to take him back to Canada?" I asked, somewhat irritably.
"Haha ... you are funny." My wife grinned. "I am now forty years old, and a mother. A holiday fling is enough for me."
"Why?" I laughed. "I could set up a video camera in our house and watch you get fucked every day when I am at work."
"Don't worry, my love." My wife repeated. "You know I would rather cuckold you openly rather than have an affair behind your back. And Bhola is ... just ... too much. Once in seven years seems the fine balance. And ... speaking of you ... and your little fella ... you are very hard, my love. Can I help take care of it?"
I did not say a word, nor did I give my wife any warning. I caught the hem of her petticoat and rolled it up to her tummy. Almost as quickly, I put a finger insider her panty and yanked it sharply.
"Ouch!" Neetu yelped, as I roughly ripped her panty in half.
"Babe!" Neetu gasped in surprise as I moved myself up on top of her, positioning the tip of my hard cock to her soaking hole and pushing forward. Her freshly fucked pussy was completely drenched both inside and out. I could feel the juices inside of her flowing past my shaft and out of her. Was it her juice, or Bhola's cum? I had no way of knowing, nor did I want to know. Without much warning, or even warming her up, I began fucking my wife hard and fast.
You like it rough, don't you, I thought. Too bad I can't bring myself to slap you, but I WILL fuck you roughly.
Neetu was definitely not expecting me to move that fast, and immediately started to moan with pleasure. Her legs began to tighten around my pelvis.
I wanted to channel my inner Bhola and last a long time, but alas! It did not take long for me to cum. The action of the night, the taste of my wife's cum soaked pussy, the feel of her sweet wet walls; any one of which could easily set me off, but all combined was too much.
"Oh, baby!" I groaned. "I am going to cum."
Neetu patted my ass.
"Yes, my love. I already have three loads inside me. You can give me my fourth."
I blew my load deep inside of her, adding my cum to the loads that she had already taken from Bhola. I grunted loud as shot after shot of cum erupted from me. Out of breath and out of sperm, I finally rolled off her and lay on the bed next to her, panting deeply. Neetu softly stroked my chest.
"I love you, Gopal." She said, finally taking my name. "I really love you. Thank you for ... letting me ... do this. Thank you ... for ... Bhola."
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