Adultery The Rickshaw Driver's Wife by spankedboy-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

In less than two minutes, I shot a big load of sperm into Narges's inviting mouth. She knew that she had to swallow every drop of my spunk before she could expect me to take my dick out of her mouth. I continued my in and out motion causing the last vestiges of my seed to dribble into her mouth. Her furious sucking cleaned out the last milky white drop and she let all of it go down her throat.

I pulled my dick out of Narges's mouth and stopped when it was just in front of her face. I looked at her with an evil grin and said, "Clean it off, soniye, and don't leave a speck of anything on it."

Narges quickly started to lick my dick to clean off any remaining traces of my orgasm. She pushed back the foreskin skin of my circumcised dick and used her tongue to clean the area under that protective skin. She deep throated me a couple of times and finally felt that she cleaned off every bit of the mess from my orgasm.

"Good!" I helped her up to her feet and whispered to her ears. "Now go outside and kiss your husband a nice, warm, salty welcome!"

Her mouth filled with my cum, Narges wrapped the pallu around her shoulders and walked outside the house. Fateh had just managed redo his lungi before she discovered him.

"Why, husband, you are back home!"

"Yes, dear.... I .... was...." Fateh mumbled. Narges threw her arms around him as if she was elated to see him, surprising Fateh. He could see a bit of white cum between his wife's lips. Narges kissed him deeply, forcing her sperm filled tongue into his mouth, in full view of all the neighbors. Fateh could taste the residue of my cum and smell his own wife's cunt juices as they permeated through the air.

"My... dear... I" Fateh gasped as Narges let him go. She turned and walked back in without a word, and Fateh followed her in, carrying the produce he had bought from the marketplace. Soon, we were sitting on the floor and enjoying a delicious breakfast of puris, idli, beef, omelet and tea.

"Fateh," I spoke to Narges's husband between mouthfuls. "I have been thinking of gifting your wife some furniture. What do you think?"

"Furniture?" His eyes went big. "Clearly you are very rich and generous, sahib."

"Yes. I have been thinking of getting you a dining table today, with some chairs, so we can sit and eat our meals. And also, a sofa set for your living room. What do you think?"

Clearly Fateh was over the moon. Even if he didn't like the furniture, he knew he could always get rid of it for more money to pay off his debts. He clearly liked my proposal and thanked me profusely.

"Don't thank me, it's for my baby." I turned to Narges who had just entered the room with my tea and had listened in on the conversation. "What do you think, randi?"

Here was I, in his house, eating his food and insulting his wife by calling her a randi(a prostitute), and all Fateh could think of was his furniture.

Narges mulled it over. "Is it needed Sarun, you are already so generous with me, having given me so much happiness last night by just being here."

I noticed Fateh almost choked on his food. I grinned.

"I like you, baby, and I want you to be in comfort." I patted and kneaded her big behind in full view of her husband, and Fateh hastily gulped down a glass of water.

"Sarun is so kind hearted, hai na, husband?" Narges turned and asked her husband, as I continued to grope and squeeze her buttocks.

"Yes, yes, dear." Poor Fateh was almost in tears. I noticed he had a bulge in his lungi too. "Sahib has indeed been very kind with us."

"Yes, husband. We must repay his kindness with our warmth. We may be poor but we have a lot of love to give him."

"Yes, dear, you are right. Sahib is indeed very compassionate to us."

"A dining table and a sofa set." I decided aloud. "Narges, what do you think about the bed? I think the bed is fine, it seemed strong last night, what do you think?"

Narges burst into a snigger, and a very red Fateh just stared at his shoes in shame.

As breakfast was being cleared away, I told Fateh that I wanted him to first take me to the furniture store in the village. Then he could take me to a mall in the city, where I would buy some clothes. I was secretly planning to stay longer than the two nights I had originally planned, and I needed more sets of clothes. Then I told him he had to drop me downtown in the city, where I had some work, and pick me up later. I would have lunch in the city, and return home in time for dinner.

"Yes, sahib." Fateh kept nodding obediently. He went out to pump air into the rickshaw tires.

As I dressed and got ready to go out, and Fateh was away in the yard where he could not hear us, I pulled Narges into the bedroom and asked her in a soft voice about Fateh's loan. A plan was forming in my mind. When Narges replied it was 200,000 rupees, I thanked my lucky stars. That amount of money was a mountain for a rickshaw driver, but pocket change for me. My wife bought saris on a single shopping trip, each trip was worth twice that. Very briefly, I told Narges about my plan, and she giggled like a collegegirl. She agreed to it immediately, as I knew she would. I gave her a kiss on each cheek for being such a sweetheart.

"Fateh, get the rickshaw out." I yelled, appearing at the door. "Let's go."

"Yes, sahib." As Fateh came back stood near the door, I grabbed Narges by her caboose and kissed her as she eagerly opened her mouth for me. I squeezed her ass over the thin sari that she was wearing. Fateh stood like a wimp watching me caress his wife. I gave Narges a parting smack on her trunk and she purred with pleasure.

"Let's go."

Our first stop was the furniture store. I picked out a nice dining table with four chairs. It was small enough to fit their hut, but of good material and expensive. Then I picked out a luxurious sofa set containing a three seater and a love seat, with deep cushions that made you sink in, and dark colours to match Narges's hut. Fateh's eyes bulged at the cash that I casually handed to the cashier. I paid extra to have it delivered that afternoon. It would be there at her house when I returned for dinner. I told the cashier to deliver it to Narges, and under "care of" I put my name, rubbing it in to Fateh that he was not man enough to provide the necessities for his wife.

Then we went to the clothing store where I bought some lungis, t-shirts and underwear for myself. If Fateh wondered why I was buying quite a few change of clothes he kept his mouth shut.

And then we entered the ladies' section.

"Let's buy some more undergarments for your wife." I told him, much to his discomfort. "A beautiful woman like her always needs beautiful lingerie."

"Thank you, sahib," Was all he could muster in reply. "I could never afford to buy her these."

I bought some bras, all the time asking Fateh whether his wife's breasts would fit them or if the bra was too large or too small. He stammered in his replies, once saying, "You know best sahib." I laughed silently.

"I am making sure all the bras we buy are half a size small." I told him. "They would not be uncomfortable for her to wear, but would make your wife's perky breasts stand up and be noticed. She has big breasts, randi, and she should be proud of them."

"Yes, sahib. You are right, sahib. I am also proud of her breasts, sahib."

"I like her nipples best." I told him. "They are quite round."

I made him drop me downtown at the city, and handed him all my purchases and ordered him to put them on the bed.

"And make sure to tell Narges about her gifts." I told him. "She can examine the bras before I return in the evening." Fateh nodded meekly. I gave him some money – much more than he would earn for the day – and told him to pick me up at 7 pm sharp and not to be late.

It was late afternoon when Fateh reached home after working for a shift. The furniture had already been delivered and arranged in their places, and Narges was busy cooking.

"Hungry?" She turned to her husband as he walked in.

"Yes, dear." Fateh's stomach growled. Ever since I had entered his household, he had been a distinct second best at the table. Narges gave him a good meal, and Fateh ate everything. He burped, much to Narges's annoyance.

"Husband, you have bad manners!" She told him. "Sarun would never do that. He is a proper gentleman, you should learn from him!"

Fateh wanted to tell her he knew how much of a gentleman I was when I was slapping Narges's butt at night, but he bit his tongue. Instead, he said, "Oh, that reminds me dear, sahib has purchased some more gifts for you. I put them in the bedroom, on the bed."

"And you tell me now?" Narges scolded him. "Husband, you should have told me this immediately! Now you go clear the table and clean the dishes, and make sure you don't scratch the wood! Look at this table! You could work for a thousand years and never afford this!"

"Yes, dear." Fateh stood up. "Sahib is indeed very liberal with his gifts to us."

Once Narges saw the gifts, she called out her husband to the bedroom.

"Look at this bra, isn't it lovely! I am going to try this on right now!"

She dropped her pallu and popped open her blouse. Reaching around her back, she unclipped her bra and it dropped to the floor. Her boobs sprang out, free. Fateh's cock stirred. Ordinarily he would have rushed to grab those udders but he knew that temporarily, Narges was someone else's property, even though she was his wife. Narges made it a point to try out all the bras.