Adultery The Rickshaw Driver's Wife by spankedboy-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Yes, sahib."

"Now turn around, and get on your knees."

Fateh turned around, and knelt in front of us. We were still seated on the sofa.

"Apologize to her for putting her in this situation, and humbly beg her forgiveness." I ordered him.

Fateh swallowed what was left of his ego and pride, and began to meekly plead for forgiveness from Narges, who was having none of it.

"Husband," She told him. "I am going to slap you now."

"Yes, dear. I deserve it."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

As if having your own wife violated in your own house wasn't bad enough, Fateh was now a cuckold who was being humiliated by his own wife in front of the bull who was going to fuck her. As I watched Narges slap her husband, I decided it was enough for the time being.

I tapped Narges, and we both stood up. Narges grabbed her clothes, putting on her bra, then blouse, and then moving her pallu in place. I walked up to Fateh and ordered him to stand up. His cheeks were now bright red with the marks of Narges's fingers on him. Whether he was red due to the slaps, or due to the embarrassment of his situation, I didn't know, and didn't care.

"Fateh! We are going to bed now." I informed him. "I want you to remain completely naked through the whole night. If you put on your clothes, I will not give you the money. You are a lowly dog, and dogs don't wear clothes."

"Yes, sahib."

"Also," I continued, "you will remain here in this room while I enjoy your wife on your marital bed. In case we decide to call you, you will come at once. Otherwise, you are to remain out of sight and quiet. You may watch us if you wish through the other side of this partition."

"Yes, sahib." Fateh was relieved. He was afraid he would be sent away and not be allowed to watch.

"Come, Narges." I put an arm around her waist, poking her navel with a finger, and led her to the bedroom. My hands made an unmistakable brush across her hips.

Once in the bedroom, I stripped completely, my cock now rock hard. I sat down on the bed, reached out and pulled Narges down onto my lap and kissed her. She was still dressed, and returned my kisses loudly. My hands wandered over her body and stopped to pay homage at her breasts. If my intentions weren't plain enough, what Narges felt through my shorts as she sat my lap made them abundantly clear.

"Thank you Sarun for helping my husband with the loan." Narges told me, as I unbuttoned blouse. "You are truly an angel." She rubbed her breasts in my face.

"Mmm... your breasts are lovely, Narges. They just cost me 200,000 rupees."

I feel her tits jiggle and bounce in the palms of my hands.

"Ohhhh my goodness! Wonderful!" I sighed, "Ohhhhhhh my goodness. You are a sex goddess, Narges!"

Narges laughed, and allowed my tongue to enter her mouth and her tongue to enter mine. She shivered as my hands reached under her breasts and slowly lifted them up and then down. As we continued our long French kiss I gently bounced her breasts and squeezed them playfully.

Through a reflection in the mirror, I could see her husband watch us through the partition, his pecker in his hand.

My fingers slowly slipped down inside the front of Narges's brassiere. I softly caressed and then cupped one of her breasts, and tenderly lifted it out of the bra. It flopped out to hang free. Narges's other breast was then similarly lifted gently and it too flopped out -- so now both of her enormous breasts hung naked for all to see. The soft flesh on her massive boobs jiggled in waves as she French kissed my mouth before coming up for air. Fateh could see his wife heave a loud sigh as I stared at her with my mouth open, drooling at the sight of her incredible chest.

Lifting a breast in each of my hands, I leaned forward and asked her loudly, "Does your husband appreciate these nice big jugs of yours?"

"No, Sarun, he just undresses my sari and cums quickly."

"Does he suck your tits?"

"No, Sarun. It causes him to cum quickly, so he tries not to."

"Does he like to suck your nipples?"

Without giving her the chance to reply, I then started to suck at her udders.

Fateh's face flushed a deep shade of red as he watched and heard his wife's reaction to me fondling and sucking her breasts. He stiffened and shook each time Narges grunted and squealed as her nipples were bitten and flicked by my tongue.

Releasing one tit from my mouth, I moved to continue to suck and nibble the other one. Then I bounced them gently up and down, looked into the Narges's eyes and asked, "Does Fateh bounce your tits like this while he's sucking them, honey?"

Narges squealed a little girl squeal and replied, "Nooooo."

"FATEH!" I yelled loudly. "Come here!"

Fateh ran into the room, his hands holding his dick, and stood to one side of the bed.

I lifted his wife's breast with one hand, and with the other I grasped the nipple between my thumb and middle finger, rolled it around and asked him, "What do you call these breasts, Fateh? What do you call your pretty wife's great big tits? Melons? Jugs? Boobs? She really has an amazing rack. Come on, what do you call them? Knockers? "

Fateh didn't reply, puzzled at my taunts, as Narges started to moan loudly. I felt a bit of dampness between her legs. Narges's face was now beet red and she was wheezing hysterically as both her breasts were ravished again. She started to groan and buck.

"Look, I am giving your wife an orgasm by just playing with her tits." I told Fateh.

"Yes, sahib. You are a much better man in bed than I can ever be. It's an honour for me that my wife is pleasuring you in bed, sahib."

Narges continued to cum for some time. Both the men in the room, her husband and I, watched her face as she closed her eyes and grimaced. She was on my lap, and her body quivered and trembled uncontrollably in the throes of a passionate orgasm. I could now feel her wetness leak through her clothes and dampen my thigh. When she was done, I told her to stand up.

"Strip her." I ordered Fateh, as Narges stood up and wobbled. Fateh caught her and steadied her. Then he obediently took off her blouse, her bra, and her sari, leaving her in her petticoat. One tug and the petticoat dropped to the floor. Narges wasn't wearing any panties, so she was now completely naked.

"Here she is, sahib, ready for you."

"Step back." I told him. Then I stood up and turned to Narges. "Look, Narges, your husband has undressed you and presented you to me. He has bartered your body, and his respect and manhood and honour, for a measly 200,000 rupees."

"Yes, sahib." Narges moaned. "My husband is not a man like you are!"

Every word reminded Fateh of his inglorious demotion in status in his own house.

I told Narges to open her mouth. She opened big. I gathered my saliva and spit into it. She squealed in delight. I collected more of my hot spit in my mouth and commenced my perverted liquid assault on the Narges's glistening big tits and her pretty face all over again. Laughing and hooting, Narges tried to dodge, and it became a sick contest to see how I can land the biggest wad into her screaming, gurgling mouth.