Adultery The Rickshaw Driver's Wife by spankedboy-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Story :- The Rickshaw Driver's Wife

Written by spankedboy


Author's note: While adultery can be a great source of enjoyment in fantasy and erotica, in real life it damages souls and destroys marriages. Please treat the following story as a fiction and fantasy piece only. It is written to deliver pleasure and wank off to, and has no other purpose. -- Tarek Zia

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

It took me some time to track Narges down. Finally, I got the name of a village where she is supposedly staying now. Looking it up on the map, I realized it was about half a day's bus journey away and there was only one bus that went near that village. I would have to take the afternoon bus from Kolkata which would reach a nearby city in the evening. From the bus station there, I would have to be lucky to find a rickshaw to her village -- and hopefully her house. And if I was unlucky that she wasn't there anymore, well, then I would have to find some way back.

One day, after tying up some business in Kolkata, I took the afternoon bus. It was a long and tiring ride, but finally we reached the city that was closest to Narges's village. All along I wondered how Narges would look like now. I was now thirty, so she would now be thirty two. Would she still be chubby and attractive and have a fantastic rack that I had loved to lick? Would she remember me, how she had caught me peeking at her in the shower one afternoon, and had proceeded to slap me, before letting me lick and kiss her feet? Would she recall how one day she made me sit on the couch, and then plonked her butt on my face, and forced me to lick her asshole? Would Narges recall how, one day, pleased at my obedience to her, she finally allowed me to suck and fondle her huge set of jugs, before giving me a blowjob that I had dreamed of ever since I started to ogle and stalk her? My cock tingled slightly at my thoughts, and I hastily decided to sleep on the ride.

It was evening when I reached the city. I didn't have anything on me except an overnight bag with a change of clothes and my laptop, and also a bag containing some gifts for Narges. Immediately I descended and started to look for a rickshaw. There were a couple of empty ones; one driver saw me and approached.

"Sahib, where do you want to go?"

I looked at him; he was an old man, probably fifty or fifty five. He was short, and thin, with a scraggly white beard; but he looked fit enough to pull the rickshaw. I gave him the name of Narges's village and a smile appeared on his face.

"Sahib! That's my village! I live there. It's only 25 minutes away. Let me take you there. My name is Fateh."

We negotiated on a price and were off. As he cycled, my thoughts turned to one evening when I was nineteen. Narges had just baked some cookies for guests we were to have later that night, and I had come home early and tried to sneak one out. She had come into the kitchen and caught me, hand in the cookie jar.

"Now, now, darling, what do we have here?" Narges smiled as I froze. She then caught hold of me by the ear and led me away to my room, and closed the door.

Narges quickly stripped off her sari and petticoat and rolled down her panties, so she was naked waist down. She then grabbed my ears and twisted hard.

"So dear," She said mockingly, "You want cookies, eh? Now you can kiss my big ass and beg for your cookie."

I crawled around her back and planted several wet kisses on her butt cheeks and asking, "Oh Narges! Can I have a cookie please?"

"Not on my bum, you idiot! Kiss my asshole." Narges yelled.

I immediately started pecking at Narges's asshole with my lips as she fingered herself.

"Alright, enough!" Narges commanded. She then pushed me away and sat down on my bed, and parted her legs.

"Lick me, love."

I meekly obeyed her. My cock was sticking straight out and swaying sideways. Narges knew I was so horny; I would do anything she ordered -- which was the usual state of affairs anyway. My only reward was that at the end of it, Narges would allow me to suckle her boobs and give me a blowjob. Throughout my two year affair with Narges, she never allowed me to cum inside her - she had always said she was saving herself for her husband.

Suddenly there was a bump on the road, and my thoughts of my past as the fucktoy of my beautiful maid was broken. Immediately I was brought back to the present.

"Careful!" I ordered the rickshaw driver Fateh. "Go slowly!"

After some time, I asked Fateh, "I am looking for a woman named Narges from your village, do you know where she lives?"

I could see Fateh freeze. "Sahib, what do you need with Narges?"

"Oh, he knows her, perhaps." I thought. Aloud, I replied, "She used to be a maid in the employment of my father, a long time ago. I have come to see how she is."

"Oh!" Fateh resumed pedaling, coughing a sick cough as the road became uphill. "Sahib, Narges is my begum (wife), I am her husband."

A pang of regret immediately flooded me. If Narges was now married, she would hardly agree to return with me to Kolkata to be my maid, and she would surely want to forget her past. I could see my fantasies of Narges and me, alone in a mansion in Kolkata for days, go up in smoke. I didn't say anything, as Fateh cycled on and on until we were standing in front of a hut. He was tired and wheezing when he stopped in front of his residence.

It was a small hut, poorly constructed, made of mud and had a thatched straw roof. Inside were probably just two rooms -- a main room to receive guests and a bedroom for the couple. A small kitchen was adjacent to the hut. Like all village houses, the bathroom was a little bit of walk away, in a stall by itself.

"Sarun!" Suddenly a shout of delight rang through the air as Narges opened the door and spotted me. She straight away ran past her husband and enveloped me in a bear hug. My face was crushed against her boobs as she held my head in her hands and sloppily kissed my cheeks.

"Oh, Sarun, darling! Smooch! Smooch! It's really you. Smooch! Smooch! Oh my goodness, I never thought I would see you again. Smooch! Smooch!" She covered my face with wet kisses and pressed my lips to her chest. I drunk in her smell and sweat in ecstasy as I too hugged her back, wrapping my hands around her waist and giving her butts a squeeze.

Mmm! Her boobs smelled lovely. I drew my head back, giving her a big smile, and then kissed her a big sloppy kiss on each of her cheeks, before giving her ass a pinch. She squealed in delight. I noticed that her husband remained standing on the door steps, silently watching and saying nothing as I now openly groped his wife.

Narges was the same. Her hair had grayed just a bit, but she retained her firm fat figure, her big butts and her ample bosom. With age, her face seemed to have become even more beautiful, though Narges still retained the plump squeezable cheeks. Her breasts were still round, sharp and shapely -- and of course -- huge. Her buttocks seemed to have become even bigger, more fleshy, firmer and absolutely delightful.

She was dressed in a simple cotton sari, worn the way I remembered - loose, clasped to one side exposing her big belly and the navel, with her blouse one size too small, barely able to contain the big melons hiding beneath. Though the pallu of her sari covered her chest, due to their large size, I could see her jugs protruding and juggling beneath her pallu as she bounced about in greeting me.

"Come, come, Sarun, come on inside!" She gave me a little bow and invited me into her house.

"Husband!" Her tone changed to a command one as she turned to her husband. "Get Sarun's bag and bring it in. Don't just stand there!"

"Yes, dear." I noticed her husband meekly respond. Fateh picked up my overnight bag and we followed Narges into her abode. I kept my eyes on her shapely buns, and noticed to my delight that her sari had ridden up her ass crack, just like old times.

It was a very simple dwelling. It was clear that Fateh did not make much as a rickshaw driver, and I noticed several gifts from ours to Narges -- such as curtains and an old television set -- adorning the hut. We sat down on some raised cushions, set on a mat on the floor in the living room. A small partition separated the "bedroom" from the "living room".

"What are you doing here, darling? Are you staying nearby?" Narges asked, as she plonked down next to me.

"I am here for two days," I replied. "I came to this village to see you actually. I haven't yet made any arrangements to stay, so I have to still go and do that..."

"Oh, Sarun, stay here! Two days and you want to go to a hotel! Stay here!" Narges pleaded, jumping forward and clasping my hand. "I don't have much, but I will treat you like a king. Oh, do please say yes, my fuck toy!"

I noticed that Narges hadn't lost her potty mouth in the intervening years.

"Well, I..." I hesitated. I didn't really want to stay in this slum, but then I realized Narges, while holding on to my hand, was gently stroking the underneath with a finger. I looked up to her chubby face and saw a smile. And then she winked at me.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Oh, do stay, Sarun! I promise you two very memorable days! It will be just like old times!"

That did it for me. I liked old times with Narges.

"Oh, why not? Thank you Narges. I will stay with you."

"Perfect." Narges grinned.

I looked around the small place. "But where will I sleep?"

Narges turned around to look at her husband. "Husband! Sarun needs to sleep comfortably. So he and I will sleep on the bed in the bedroom. You will get your stuff and sleep here on the floor in this room. So take his overnight bag and put it in our bedroom, and put your clothes out here."

Fateh started to say something but one glare from Narges shut him up. Instead, he timidly replied, "Of course dear."

Wow, I thought, I must be dreaming. Here was Narges informing her husband that he would be sleeping on the floor of his own house, while his buxom wife would be sleeping with me, in his house, on his marital bed, right in the next room, and he was accepting it. And what did Narges have in mind? I looked at the thin straw partition separating the bedroom from this room. The bedroom wasn't even a different room, just another space behind the partition. There was no door. You would be able to hear everything that went on inside the room.

I felt Narges give my arm another squeeze, and she winked again, before standing up. So did my wiener.

"Husband, where are your manners? You have a guest, we have to give him food and drinks. Get up!" She nudged her husband with a foot, who immediately got up and obediently picked up my bag to place on their bed, before going to the kitchen.

"Darling," Narges turned to me and beamed me a lascivious smile. "Would you like to change?"

"Yes, I would," I answered. "I have a set of clothes in this bag." I stood up too.

"Please go to our room and change your clothes, Sarun. It's your house now, please feel free. And honey," Narges slightly bent forward so I could stare down at her ample cleavage. "Feel free to use anything in this house, dear. Anything. All we have here is yours to use."

As she said "anything" I saw Narges grab her left boob through her blouse and give her the nipple a slight tweak. She stuck out a tongue, winked at me and licked her lips seductively, before disappearing into the kitchen. Damn! Merely ten minutes after meeting Narges, and I already had a huge hard on!

I walked into the bedroom. As I said, it wasn't really a room, just a bed behind a partition. There was a small wardrobe, an old dressing table whose colours were faded with age, on top of which was placed some simple jewellery. A mirror was taped to the wall on one side of the bed. If you sat down on the bed and looked into the mirror, you could see the partition reflected. I could even see into the kitchen if I looked hard enough into the mirror, where Narges was busy running about.

My bag was on the bed. I opened it and changed into a T-shirt and a pair of soft, silky shorts. Tired from my trip, I sat down on the bed. It creaked! I looked at it in alarm, but it was OK. The noise was merely from old joints and a really old mattress with springs that were past their sell by age. Every move on the bed made the springs creak.

"Did you find everything alright?" I saw Narges standing at the entrance to the room, a spatula in her hand. "I am making some kebabs for you."

"Yes," I replied. "Narges, I need to pee. If you can tell me where the bathroom is ..."

"I will show you. Give me a minute." She disappeared into the kitchen, probably to return the spatula to its proper place, and reappeared with a small torch in her hand. "Come," She grabbed my hand, "let's go to the bathroom."

We stepped out from the backdoor. It was now quite dark. It would be a full moon night, but the moon wasn't out yet. As in any village hut, the latrine was a few yards away from the house. It was just a commode surrounded by four walls, and open to the sky. Narges lit the torch and led the way, my hands clasped in hers.

"Here," She opened the door and pointed at the toilet. "Sarun, there is no light here, so I will have to stand here with the torch, with the door open. You don't mind peeing from your wee wee in front of old me, do you?" She grinned.

"Of course not, Narges." I gave her a sudden hug, surprising her. Unable to control myself, I started to kiss her cheeks and paw at her breasts.

"Now, now, darling, control yourself." Narges laughed. "Such a behavior would have definitely NOT gotten you a blowjob in the old days."

"Oh, I love you, you sexy bitch, you!" I gushed out. "I love the old days ..."

"Oh my, calling me a bitch!" Narges raised her eyebrows, before bursting out laughing. "Clearly you need some control, darling!"

She pointed at the commode, and then commanded in a stern voice, "Sarun, pee!"

I walked into to the toilet and got out off my shorts. Narges moved the torch and shone a beam of my light on my penis, giggling. Holding my soldier in my hand, I aimed and started to pee. The urine came out in a long spurt, splashing against the hole on the ground. Narges smiled as she saw what she had seen many a time before -- me standing in front of her, naked, and peeing while she watched. When I was done, Narges showed me where the water was so I cleaned myself, and rubbed my hands on a rag that was hanging. I then put on my shorts again.

Narges suddenly shut off the torch. Immediately it was very, very dark. I felt her press against me, pushing me against the wall. Her breasts were on either side on my face as she crushed me hard. Her hands rubbed against my bulge, going inside my shorts and caressing my manhood. She grabbed my balls and gave me a quick squeeze, making me draw my breath. And then she stepped back.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Smack!

She had slapped me!

It was just like old times. Smack! And then another Smack! I could feel my cheeks stinging, and I blushed deeply in the dark. Smack! Smack!

And just as suddenly, she stepped back and switched on the torch again.

"Come, lover boy, we are getting late for dinner."

A few minutes later we sat down again on the floor, on top of some mats, for dinner. It was evident that there was not much food in the house. I noticed Fateh was "setting the table", placing the dishes on the ground on the mats and bringing out the spoons. Dinner was lentils, some bread and vegetables. For me, Narges made some kebabs, the only meat on the menu.

"The kebabs are for you, Sarun." She announced. I noticed Fateh made no move for the meat. "I know you like these."

"Oh thank you, Narges." I grabbed a couple of the kebabs. "Fateh, why don't you have some as well?"

I noticed Fateh glance at Narges, who shook her head.

"No, sahib, they are for you." He smiled nervously and lied, "I don't eat meat at night."

"Here," Narges poured me more lentils. I realized by now that Narges, while commanding her husband around, never took his name, like any respectful Indian wife, instead referring to him as 'husband'.

"I am sending Husband to the market tomorrow morning for foodstuff." Narges told me. "Is there anything I should get especially for you?"

Fateh turned to his wife. "But, dear," He started hesitantly. "I ... I ... I have to work tomorrow. You know with the debt and all..."

"Husband!" Narges almost hissed at him. "Whether you go to work tomorrow is not for you to decide! My former master is here, and as long as he is here we have to take care of him completely! We have to make his stay COMPLETELY satisfactory! You are to be at sahib's beck and call from now on."

"Yes, dear." Poor Fateh's week just got harder.

"Enough food for you tonight." Narges grabbed his plate which still had half a bread on it. "Go get me some pen and paper. I want to make a list."

"Yes dear." Fateh stood up, washed his hands in the kitchen while Narges ate his bread. I felt bad for him, as he came back with some pen and paper, while I was finishing off the kebabs.

"Good thing he studied till Grade 7." Narges told me, while putting some more bread and lentils on my plate, as Fateh stood to one side like a faithful dog. "At least he can read, and is good for something."

I hunted in my shorts and found some money. I gave it to Fateh -- "for tomorrow", I told him. His eyes bulged -- this was more money than he made in a week. Immediately I noticed his attitude to the whole situation suddenly became less grumpy.

"What a lackey," I thought. "I am going spend the night with your wife on your bed, and the sight of my pocket change makes you happy."

Narges made a list, and I added some more items to it, and she gave it to Fateh.

"Sarun and I will probably not go to sleep until late at night," She informed Fateh, making my dick rise in anticipation as to "what" we would be doing until we went to sleep. "So we may wake up late tomorrow. You are to wake up early, cut the vegetables and onions so we can make our breakfast when we wake up. And then you will go to the market to get this list. Go early so you get the best stuff."

"Yes dear." Fateh promised her. "I would go very early."

"Good, now clear these dishes. Sahib," Narges giggled as she called me by what her husband called me, "Come this way and you can wash up."

Soon, I was ready for bed. I saw Fateh in the bedroom and followed him there. He was picking up a blanket from the cupboard and then his pillow.

"How will I sleep without a pillow?" I told him. "There will only be one pillow left. Surely you don't want me to share the pillow with your wife?" I asked him with a grin.

"Of course not, sahib." He croaked, dropping the pillow back on the bed that I would soon be sharing with his wife. "I will find some clothes to pack into a 'pillow' for me."

"Fateh," I instructed him as he was about to leave. "Why don't you get my overnight bag. There's a packet there. I have some gifts for your wife. Be careful not to scratch the laptop."

Dutifully Fateh took out a polythene packet from my bag.

"Why don't you take the items out and put it on the bed?" I told him. "It's a few items I picked up for your spouse."

"Yes of course, sahib." He was the ever dutiful servant and host.

I continued to watch, laughing silently. Fateh hesitated as he picked out a white brassiere from the bag and put it on the bed. Then he brought out satin lingerie and it too went on the bed. He continued to empty another couple of bras and then a few panties on the bed from the bag.

"What do you think?" I picked up one of the bras and held it out. "Do you think it will fit her?"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I... I... I think so." Fateh stammered, looking extremely uncomfortable.

I stretched out the bra, "Do you think it's too large, Fateh? No ... I don't think so. Your wife does have large boobs, right?"

"I... I.. yes, sahib."

I enjoyed his discomfort, and picked up a panty.

"What about this Fateh? Do you think her butts will fit into these?"

"Y... yes, sahib." Fateh was now sweating. I noticed he had developed a bulge in his lungi.

So my guess was right -- he was a pervert who enjoyed the thought of his wife with another man. Or at least another man talking about his wife's big boobs and butts.

"Hmm," I picked up another bra. "This should go well in contrast with her skin complexion, what do you think? She is a little dark around the nipple..."

What Fateh thought I wouldn't know, as he was saved from answering by Narges squealing in delight as she entered the room and saw the expensive underwears.

"Oh, Sarun! These are for me, oh thank you! Smooch! Smooch!" Narges hugged and kissed my cheeks. "These look great!" She dropped her pallu and her sari soon fell on the floor, so she was just dressed in a blouse and petticoat, her belly and navel exposed for all to see. Fateh gulped as Narges picked up the bra and held it on top of her blouse.

"Oh, it fits perfectly! Thank you darling!" She kissed me again, and then, with her arms around me, turned to chastise her husband.

"Learn from him, husband! He knows how to give proper gifts to a woman! When was the last time you bought me something nice like this?"

"I am sorry dear..." Fateh started to say something, but Narges would not hear it.

"Get out!" She ordered her husband out of their bedroom. "Your sahib and I want to sleep now. Go!"

Fateh left the room to make his bed on the other side of the partition. Narges turned to me. "Sarun, do you want me to wear one of these?" She pointed at my gifts.

I bit my tongue. What was I to say? Let me explain.

For the longest time I wanted to fuck Narges. She was a constant presence in my wet dreams and many a times I had jacked off to her. Yet, while she had been our maid, and we continued to have our sexual trysts, she clearly wore the pants in that affair. I was used strictly for her pleasure. What I got out of that relationship was seeing a beautiful goddess like her in the nude, and having the good fortune to suck on her tittiies and kiss her gigantic ass, and, when she allowed me to, paw her breasts. She always permitted me to cum, and sometimes, when she was in a good mood, even gave me a blow job, but it was always after I had managed to satisfyher.

She would find the slightest excuse to call me names or ridicule me. Whenever my parents were out and we were alone in the house, I knew she would call me to her room. And slap me. Or command me to lick her cunt. Or kiss her feet. I was never, never, never to fuck her. And after she humiliated me and made me lick her or finger her to an orgasm, that's when she would show mercy on me. If I asked, she would stroke me and make me cum in a condom, or gift me a blowjob. But those were rare and it never got further.

A few times while we were in the house, I had gotten bold and had pawed her breasts and hugged and kissed her -- like I did tonight at the bathroom -- but all those times I got punished and slapped -- just like today. So now, the situation seemed uncanny.

Here was Narges, seemingly eager to please me, offering to put on some sexy lingerie. What would I say?

Seeing my silence, Narges grinned. "Oh, don't worry loverboy. We have two nights together. I can wear these tomorrow."

Saying that, she gathered my gifts, walked over to the cupboard and placed them there. Then she turned off the light. The room was suddenly dark, but not completely. The moon had risen now, and cast a soft white glow inside the room. I could clearly see and make out objects close to me.

I jumped into the bed on one side and waited. Narges plugged in a night lamp. It cast a small soft blue glow, enabling me to see Narges's beautiful plump figure as she sashayed to the bed and climbed in. We both lay facing each other, smiling.

"You look beautiful," I told her, and moved forward and kissed her on her lips. I waited for a resounding slap, but it didn't come, so I kissed her again and stepped back.

"Thank you," Narges beamed. "You look great too. You have grown tall, kept in shape, and are now a handsome young man!"

We kissed again, this time hugging each other tightly and I felt her tongue probe deep inside me.

"Narges," I whispered, as we came up for air, "What about Fateh? He is right next door, and can hear everything!" I spoke softly so as not to be overheard.

"Oh, don't worry about him." Narges informed me, as her hands gently stroked my cheek. "Pretend he is not here in this house. My husband will not dare set foot in this room now, sahib."

This was said quite loudly, and I am sure Fateh heard it. I looked at Narges's body, now bathed in the moonlight. Her hair was loose, and lying across her breasts. Her face was a little sweaty from the work she had done in the kitchen, and she hadn't taken a bath before lying down for the night. The pallu had gone to one side and her right breast was protruding from under her white blouse. I stared at her tits and her round figure. Her smell was intoxicating me.

"Oh my maid, my sexy goddess, I want to make love to you." I told her.

"Sarun," She replied. "Don't make love to me. FUCK me."

That did it. I pulled away her pallu, un-hooked the blouse, and pushed her white bra up to expose her large round breasts, the big black areolas standing erect. I played with the right breast, squeezing and pinching it, rotating the nipple between my thumb and fingers, then sucked on it.

"Mmm...mmmm..." Narges began to moan loudly.

I threw my arms around her and again kissed her deeply; she responded by hugging me around my neck and offering me her tongue to suck. Her unwashed body smelt sweaty and was highly intoxicating. I had to fight to control myself to not cum. I kissed and licked her face, eyes, lips, nose, nibbling her earlobes and biting her neck. I unclipped her bra completely and freed her heavy breasts, pinching, biting and sucking on them.

Narges was now moaning loudly, completely lost in throes of passion. As I suckled her boob, a movement in the mirror caught my eye. I grinned. There was a small hole in the partition, and I could see Fateh hiding himself in the shadows, watching me enjoy his wife, with his pecker out. Wanker! I decided we should put on a show for his benefit.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You," I decided to be bold, and took a chance. In a commanding voice, I ordered Narges, "Stand up and lift up your petticoat and show me what colour panties you are wearing."

The bed creaked as Narges got off and lifted her petticoat to her waist, revealing her smooth chubby dark brown thighs and black panty, which had a damp wet patch on the front. I asked her to turn around and kneel on the floor and lower the panty over her bottom, with the pettycoat rucked up over her back.

I marveled at Narges's voluptuous buttocks, and told her to pull her cheeks apart and show me her black hairy cunt and anus. She looked back at me, smiling. My dreams were being realized, finally! Here was the object of my fantasy, the wife of another man, revealing her inner most secrets to me, ready to submit to me the ultimate submission, and completely enjoying herself while being so wanton. I told her to stand again as I stripped her, pulling off the petticoat, blouse, and black panty. Narges now stood in front of me completely naked and vulnerable; I embraced her pushing my crotch against her naked vagina, caressing and squeezing her arse cheeks.

I undressed completely. Living in the US I had made it a habit to go to the gym regularly, and Narges squealed as I revealed my muscular body to her. I was proud of my big dick, and I was now rock hard, with veins in protuberance and my massive balls waiting to hammer against her milky white thighs. Narges's eyes followed my body down until she stopped at my crotch - and a big smile enveloped her lips.

My former maid laid down on the bed on her back as I began licking her hairy pussy, making her shiver and tremble as she experienced her cunt being expertly sucked for the first time in many, many years. Her eyes were closed and she was purring as I squeezed her breasts. Narges arched her back to allow me easier access to pull and twist her nipples, making her wince with pleasure.

I pulled her thighs apart and positioned the thick bulbous head of my cock over her labia. I put the tip of my penis into her, then slowly pressed in a few inches, pulled out then pushed back in a bit further, pulled out again before finally penetrating her fully in one push up to my balls, causing Narges to gasp as the air was pumped out of her body, stretching her cunt fully.

Narges was now mumbling, "Oh sahib! I am a married woman. You have now shamed me. You have taken a married woman on her marital bed. You have taken away my honour. My husband was not man enough to stop you."

I could see Fateh in the shadows, stroking his small weiner faster and faster as his wife called him names while being pounded by my monster cock.

Narges was now sweating profusely, screaming and grunting loudly in time to my pounding. We were now copulating forcefully; my cock fully buried inside her. I was fucking a married woman, on her marital bed, that too in front of her husband. I slammed into Fateh's wife, causing the old bed springs to squeak and groan noisily in rhythm to our hammering.

"Narges, I am going to cum inside you." I told Narges as I humped her.

"Oh, Sarun, it will be an honour and pleasure." Narges murmured. "I want your sperm in me. Fill me, Sarun!"

I grunted as I ejaculated, filling up her vagina with my semen till it overflowed, staining the bed sheets. Narges grasped my balls, squeezing out as much juice as possible. I bit her neck and kept ejaculating for quite some time before finally collapsing with my full weight on her. I remained inside her for almost ten minutes, making sure my seed soaked in. We caressed and kissed before I finally rolled off her, my cock semi erect and still dripping cum.

I looked at my freshly fucked former maid and the object of my wettest dreams, covered in sweat and love bites on her breasts, neck and thighs, my semen oozing out of her vagina down her arse, the room reeking with the aroma of sweat and sex.

"Wow, wow." Was what Narges repeated loudly, several times. "Wow. Now that's what I call a fucking. My husband never fucks me like that, sahib. You know how to satisfy a woman. If I knew you fucked like that I would have let you fuck me a long time ago."

I could only grin at the compliment. Narges's legs were still spread out, and a full ten minutes later cum was still oozing out of her pussy. Narges moved so that she now faced me again, the cum making slosh noises as it dribbled down her thighs.

"Sarun, why did you really come here?" She asked. "Did you really just come to visit me?"

"Oh yes, Narges." I took her face in my arms and kissed her cheeks. "Actually, I have a job offer for you."

"Oh?"

"Yes, Narges. You see, I am now a very rich man. I have a business in the USA. I also do some import work from India, so I have a mansion in Kolkata. My family lives in the USA, but I come every month to Kolkata for ten to twelve days. I need a maid to work for me there, and rather than any maid, I thought of you, my originalkamwaali bai."

There was a pause as Narges digested this. Seeing a little hesitation, I kissed her gently on her eyes, took her hand and placed it on my now erect again cock.

"And I am always ready to be your bitch, Narges."

Narges mulled over something for sometime, then told me softly so only I could hear, "We will discuss this later, darling. I have to talk with my husband. He is my husband you know."

"It's all right." I told her. "You can let me know later."

"Actually," Narges continued, this time raising her voice so that Fateh could hear. "My husband has a huge debt. He is a useless man, really. He gambled and lost and gambled again and lost. Now day and night we work hard to be a little less poor. He is really not a man. He lied to my parents by pretending to be well off when he was always borrowing money and always in debt, and he could never satisfy me in bed, darling."

This was said quite loudly, and I could imagine Fateh in the next room flushing in humiliation.

I responded by placing my hands between her legs, rubbing her clit.

"Sarun," Narges commanded. "Take me again. Fuck me. Enjoy me. Play with me."

"My pleasure, you sexy randi." I told her, ready to mount her again. "You are such a whore!"

It was a bad night for Fateh. He had to sleep in the hall listening to the bed springs creaking all night and his Narges's constant moans and groans. All night he felt helpless and tried to stop himself from watching as I molested and mauled his vivacious wife.

What must have been surprising to him, and he knew it, was that instead of feeling anger he got an erection. He must have known that's why Narges never respected him; she always suspected he was not a complete man. Narges rubbed it in, as she cried out, again and again, "Thank you for the fuck, Sarun. I will do whatever you ask of me to please you. Please fuck me again, Sarun. I can never get enough of you."

I must have woken him up several times. In my wildest dreams I had never imagined Narges to be so playful, and so submissive, and I took full advantage. Once, Fateh peeked and saw me slapping his wife's butts, spanking them hard and watching her rump quiver in the moonlight. The spanks left bright red marks on Narges's butts as I called her a bitch, a slut, a whore, and she purred in delight at the insults. Other times he would wake up to the sounds of her screaming my name so loudly that Fateh felt the whole neighborhood would hear it, as I drilled my manhood deep inside her.

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Throughout the night, I could see Fateh repeatedly jerking off to the sight of his wife completely nude in front of another man, eagerly taking my cock in. Much later on, Narges told me that though Fateh was always a submissive man, and Narges enjoyed dominating him, as she enjoyed dominating anyone, she had never cuckolded him openly. They did talk in bed about another man violating Narges, but that was always said to spice things up. Sometimes, during sex between Fateh and Narges, she would take another man's name, either one of Fateh's friends or the guy who lent him money, and pretend she was submitting to him rather than Fateh. It always made Fateh shoot his load in a hurry.

When I had showed up, Narges's long dormant passions rose up radically, and this time she knew she would give in to her desires and finally cuckold her wimp of a husband. When Narges told Fateh she was going to share the bed with me, and Fateh was to sleep in the next room, she was testing the waters. Narges must never have imagined that her having sex with another man would turn Fateh on so much that he would agree to it so meekly.

"Oh YESSS!! Ahhh! AHHH!! OH Yes!" Narges cried as the bed began hitting the wall. I was fucking her once again. The bedsprings began squeaking furiously as she received my thrusts.

"Oooohhh! slow ...sl..o w...please! Mmmm. Ahhhhh. Nehi!!" The bed began hitting the wall hard and the springs sounded as if they were going to break. Narges was grunting in short bursts as I groped her breasts, calling her a randi and kutti. Her breasts were smacking back and forth as I pushed myself in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out.

Narges let out a tremendous noise as she climaxed on my glistening, thrusting pole. For what was probably the fifth time of the night I was squirting a good quantity of semen into Fateh's wife. Narges let out a long sigh as her orgasm subsided.

Fateh too let out his pole, hardest in life, but now it was only a few drops of semen that hit the hard wood floor. He listened as we fell silent. He knew though, it would not be long before we were at it again. With a groan, he realized Narges had wanted him to wake up early. As the bed springs began to creak once again, Fateh tried to shut out the noise and get some sleep. For me, the night would continue long into dawn as I enjoyed his lovely wife.

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Fateh woke up early the next morning. For a second, he wondered where he was and what he was doing on the floor. Then a warm feeling of shame crept over him as he remembered the events of last night and how his wife Narges had cuckolded him with me. Fateh got up, walked over to the partition and peeked in.

It was merely 6 in the morning, and both Narges and I were fast asleep. I had been tired out after a night of repeatedly fucking Fateh's gorgeous and buxom wife, while Narges was spent after being continuously pounded on all of her holes. Her hair was plastered to her face and there were a few mottled red patches around her neck, throat and breasts. Narges was asleep on her belly, her naked butt exposed for all to see. Fateh stared at the big wide seam of her buttocks hanging over the edge of the bed in the early morning light. Her clothes were all crumpled and lay on the floor to one side of the bed. Even hours after her final fuck, Narges's naked body was sweating and glowing. Her relaxed breathing made her plump derriere rise and fall. Fateh's loins stirred, and he took out his cock and started to rub the tip of it.

He remembered how he hid and watched my forceful pounding of his wife, of Narges's fleshy buttocks quivering and wobbling as she was being continually mounted. The sounds of the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame as she was repeatedly penetrated rang in his ears, as did the humiliation of his wife's unfaithfulness and arousal for other man. What excited Fateh more was that he himself had allowed her, by not stopping her. Both Narges and I, her lover, knew he, her husband, was in the next room, and we didn't care. As Fateh remembered the increasing squeaking of the bedsprings he began to stroke his rigid tool furiously, until he came in his lungi.

Ashamed at his inadequacy, Fateh cleaned the area and began to attend to his tasks. Mindful of Narges's orders, Fateh freshened up, went to the henhouse to collect the eggs, and then chopped up the vegetables and other materials that would be used later by his wife to make me breakfast. He made himself a simple meal of milk and bread, and was off to the market.

I woke up late – it was almost 10 in the morning. Bright white sunlight streamed into the window. I turned over and hugged Narges, who began to stir awake as well. I took in her curvaceous figure, squeezed her big tits and gave her round arse a big smack, making it jiggle. Narges giggled.

"Sarun, we have one whole day. There will be time for my butts later." Saying this, she got up and went to freshen up in the washroom. I also stood up. My cock throbbed; I needed to pee and Narges was in the bathroom. I stormed out of the house, down the back alleyway and to the latrine. The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open and entered.

Narges was naked, squatting on the toilet, peeing. She looked up in surprise, but when she saw it was me, she relaxed and continued to urinate. I waited until she was done. Narges got up and started to dress. I unzipped my shorts. Narges watched as my hot salty piss gushed out, meeting her own urine at the bottom of the commode, two becoming one.

We both walked back to the house. Anyone watching from next door would have seen Narges and another man who was clearly not her husband emerge from the lavatory together. Luckily, there was no one around.

As we entered the house, Narges made a move to the kitchen, but I grabbed her round behind and started to grope and massage her tits and ass. She responded by inserting her hands into my shorts, and playing with my cock and balls. At that moment I noticed that Fateh was coming up the pathway. He had of course heard his wife's wanton noises. Narges moaned uninhibitedly and loudly as I pawed at her breasts. Fateh crept to one window to the side of the house, where he could hide in the bushes and watch. I of course noticed his reflection in one of the mirrors and grinned.

I made Narges kneel in front of me, grabbing her by her hair and pushing her down. As Fateh watched, I lowered my shorts so that it fell to my ankles. I was now naked from the waist down, and rubbed the tip of my prick over his wife's eyes, nose and lips before placing it in her mouth. I bent down and whispered into her ears so only she could hear, "Your husband's watching us from a window, and wanking off."

Her eyes glistened, and she nodded.

"My randi," I asked her loudly. "Who has the bigger cock, Fateh or me?"

"Mmmm ... mmmm" Narges was in heaven as she licked my penis up and down. "Sarun, my husband is at least 2 inches smaller than yours! You are a real man!"

I laughed. ""My tool can reach parts of you that your husband's never been."

Knowing Fateh was silently watching as I was pleasured by his wife, I ordered Narges to give me an early morning blowjob.

"Baby," I told her affectionately, "how about you suck my cock and give me a blowjob before breakfast?"

"Thank you Sarun, I will do as you say. I never give my husband a blowjob." Narges confided to me loudly. "But for you, darling, I will do anything! You are welcome to all of me!"

Narges's big eyes widened as I tried to force my snake down her throat, her dark lips stretching wide, cheeks bulging. Before last night, for the last ten years or so, she had never sucked a cock that large before. She held my manhood and kneaded my balls. Pulling her hair I began fucking her face, "Baby, you make a very nice cum dump, now suck me off."

Narges grabbed on to the base of my cock with one hand and she started to rub my balls with the other. She stroked me and felt my dick get even bigger as I forced it into her mouth one more time. She started sucking on my penis as hard as she could while moving her head back and forth. With each thrust, my dick was able to get a little farther into her mouth and she soon felt it touching the back of her throat. Knowing Fateh was watching, she kept sucking me harder and harder. I knew I would cum any time now.

"Mmmm... mmmmm ..." Narges continued to moan as she sucked me.

She moved her other hand back toward my asshole and rubbed around the rim at first and then tried to push a finger inside. We could hear Fateh's panting as he rubbed his little wiener and jacked off while watching his wife give her lover an expert blowjob. Narges squeezed and jacked my prostrate in time with the movement of my prick into her mouth. Fateh could not understand why, but his wife was giving her former employer the best blow job she ever gave to anyone one, and he seemed to be getting aroused as she continued with her efforts to perform this humiliating act.

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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.

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"Look, husband! Sarun is so clever! He bought it just small, so it smashes my boobs together."

"Yes, dear."

"Do you think he will like me in these?" Narges modeled one black bra and swung her chest about, her boobs juggling beneath the bra.

"I am sure sahib will love it." Fateh replied. "You look lovely in these bras."

"He also likes me without bras." Narges giggled. Then she started to put away the bras, and Fateh made a motion to leave; Narges stopped him.

"Husband!" Narges sat down on one side of the bed and beckoned her husband to come over to her. "Did you sleep well last night?"

Fateh froze. "I ... I .. of course, dear. I slept well."

"Hmm. Husband, you didn't hear any noises last night, or see anything?"

Fateh started to get aroused, but he managed to control his voice.

"Not really, dear. I was very tired."

"Husband, you didn't stand near that spot, that hole in the partition," Narges pointed to the spot, "and watch me and Sarun in bed, did you?"

Fateh remained silent. Narges continued.

"Husband, when I was cleaning today, I saw cum stains on the floor there. Were you, or were you not, watching Sarun ravage my body last night, and jerking off to the sight?"

Fateh knew he was defeated. So far, no one had openly mentioned his cuckoldry to him. Even though I had groped and kissed his wife and enjoyed her body in front of him, he did not say anything about it to me. Narges had not mentioned sex either, and everyone was carrying about as if it was normal to have your houseguest enjoy the hospitality of your wife in bed. Now, Narges was confronting him.

"Yes, dear, I did stand there ... and ..." Fateh began.

"What did you see, husband?"

"I saw... sahib and you ... " Fateh's dick was quite hard now.

"Husband, did you hear Sarun ask about you last night?"

"Yes, dear."

"Husband, did you hear me telling Sarun not to worry that you were in the next room?"

"I.... Yes, dear."

"And you just stayed there and listened to it, husband? Even after Sarun expressed his ardent desire to ... to .... to FUCK me?"

"I am so ashamed, dear."

"Sarun made me his sex slave for the night, and you just let him?"

"I ... I ... I am so sorry, dear."

"How come you so weakly agreed when I said Sarun and I were going to share our marital bed? Do you not have any honour? Your own wife wanted to spend the night with another man, and you let her do it, dear husband!"

"I ... I ... I ...." Fateh was lost for words.

"Husband, did you see your own house guest penetrate and fuck your WIFE last night?"

"Yes, dear."

"Husband, did you not hear me scream his name as he repeatedly plunged his giant cock into my cunt?"

"Yes, I did, dear."

"Husband, did you notice that Sarun had a much larger dick than you? And he could cum more than once in the night?"

"Yes, I did, dear."

"Husband, did you see last night how Sarun put his penis into my mouth and I gave him a blow job?"

"Yes, dear."

"Husband, did you see Sarun fuck me in the ass last night, 'doggy style' as he called it, and call me a 'kutti' and 'bitch' and a 'randi' while furiously slapping my ass?"

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"Yes, dear."

"Darling husband, you saw a young man slap your wife's buttocks until she cried out in pain, and you did nothing. A visitor to your house called her a bitch and a prostitute, and you watched. Sarun plunged his manhood into me and FUCKED me in the ass, and you just watched and jacked off to it? Why did you not rush to save me?"

"I ... I ... I didn't know what to do, dear!"

"And Husband, did you see Sarun order me to give him a blow job this morning, while you so miserably hid in the bush over there and watched my humiliation?"

"I ... Yes, dear."

"Husband, did you feel Sarun's cum in the kiss I gave you this morning?"

"I ... I ... Yes, dear."

"Husband, have I ever given you a blow job or let you fuck me in the ass?"

"Never, dear."

"Husband, then doesn't it bother you that I let him do what he wants with me, while I deny you, my husband, the same enjoyment?"

"I ... I don't know what to say, my dear. It should make me angry, but ...."

Narges knew she had him.

"I am doing this for you, husband dear." Narges answered him in her sweet, seductive voice. "Sarun loves me a lot and he is very rich, dear husband. He can help you with all your debts."

"Really?" Fateh's heart gave a sudden flutter. "Oh, yes, dear, and I remain so grateful to you for making such a sacrifice. I thank you for it."

"I am doing all this for you husband," Narges's voice was dry. "I hope you will still want me after he has dishonoured me but it is my duty to pleasure him for you."

"I will always love you Narges you are my wife", Fateh could not control himself; he had now taken out his cock and was rubbing it. "But I don't understand why watching another man taking you sexually is giving me so much pleasure."

"It's understandable, dear husband." Narges declared. "Sarun is a real man, and you want to see your wife service a real man's cock."

"Yes, dear." Fateh felt sperm rising up his shaft and quickly came, making a mess on the floor.

"Now, look at this!" Narges was angry. "I have to clean this up! Sarun wanted you to stay out of this room, and you made it dirty. You will be punished!"

Narges put her hand on her surprised husband Fateh's back to guide him over her lap, and she spread her thighs apart a little. Fateh was positioned over her knees, face down, his cock between her thighs. To his surprise, he felt Narges's fingers undoing the knot in his lungi, and then pulling it down to his knees. It fell on the floor. Now Fateh's ass was completely naked and totally exposed to be spanked.

Smack! Smack!

Narges started off slowly, cupping her hands and alternating on each cheek.

Smack! Smack!

She had a life time of experience in spanking and Fateh felt his cock stiffening again. Here he was, being punished for watching his wife have sex with another man on her marital bed, and he was getting a woody!

Smack! Smack!

Narges continued her spanking until she felt her old husband couldn't take it any more.

Smack! Smack!

At the end of Fateh's spanking, Narges ordered, "Stand up, dear husband, and don't pull up your lungi, and walk over to the window."

As Fateh stood in the corner, he felt his wife's hands rub his bottom.

"Your ass has turned a nice even red color." She told him. "It will probably feel warm for a few days as you work the rickshaw." She laughed. "Now go and get dressed. You must soon leave for the city to pick up your wife's lover."

"Yes, dear." His ass still smarting, Fateh picked up his clothes and withdrew before Narges could change her mind. His mind was in a whirl. Though Narges had always bossed her husband around, she had never gotten physically dominant with him. And today, she had spanked him!

Fateh decided his life and his relation with Narges was probably going to change forever.

What neither Narges nor Fateh saw at that point was that on the other window, Narges's younger sister Urmila had been standing, watching in amazement as she saw her sister Narges first admit to adultery, then see her brother-in-law Fateh admit to voyeurism, and then getting a spanking from his wife after he had ejaculated at the thought of his wife's infidelity.

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Fateh picked me up at 7.20 pm from the main market (I had been late -- he had waited patiently). It was a hot evening, so I was sweating and was hungry. I noticed that Fateh was squirming every time he had to sit on the driver's seat of the rickshaw, and I grinned. My plan was working! Narges must have spanked him, and spanked him hard.

"I say, Fateh," I asked him as he pedaled hard. "Tell me about this debt of yours. Narges was telling me you owe some people a lot of money."

Fateh told me he had a gambling problem some time ago, and owed a lot of people money. To get them off his back, he had borrowed 100,000 rupees from a money lender who had a reputation for organized crime. He had paid off all his creditors, but now owed this one man 100,000 rupees with interest, and he had only a year to pay it. The amount due now was nearly double at approximately 200,000 rupees. The more he delayed paying it, the greater the interest was.

"What happens if you cannot get the money in a year?" I asked him.

"Sahib," Fateh's voice was sad. "If he does not beat me up, I will lose my rickshaw and my house, and Narges and I will be forced to be on the streets."

"Not only that," I continued, "I heard such men don't like losing money. They will make a lesson out of you for others. Either they will really beat you up, or they will kidnap and repeatedly bang your wife."

"Yes, sahib."

I did not say anything after that, but let him ponder on the consequences he knew he was facing, as he ferried me back to his residence. As far as he knew, I was staying for one more night, so Fateh knew after tonight he would get back his wife. Little did he realize my plan! Once I had a taste of Narges, how could I just enjoy her juicy delights for only one more night! Narges was like an intoxicant -- once you had a taste of her unbridled passion, you didn't let go easily.

Narges greeted me with a wet, sloppy, slurpy kiss on the lips, on the doorstep of the house within full view of the neighbours as Fateh squirmed uncomfortably. I had Fateh take my bags to the bedroom. Narges had just taken a bath and smelt like fresh roses. I could see the faint outline of one of the new bras inside her blouse. Still at the door, I grabbed her boobs and pinched her nipple through her blouse, jiggling them for my pleasure, and she laughed. Wrapping my arms around her exposed waist, we walked in.

"My sister Urmila visited me today," She told me, when I asked her if anything was new. "And she forgot her cellphone here. I have to return that tomorrow."

"Hmm. Is Urmila as beautiful as you, or is she even sexier?" I playfully asked her.

"Oh, you!" She playfully swatted at me. I once again grabbed her, and kissed her forcefully on her lips as she melted in my arms. After probing her mouth deep with my tongue, I let her go as she caught her breath. All this time, Fateh watched awkwardly as I enjoyed his wife's charms openly.

I took a bath, and soon, dinner was served. After we had eaten and washed up, I sat down on their new sofa and discussed Fateh's loan with him. I told him his life was ruined and he would be out on the streets in a year. He could probably go to jail, and Narges would then have to fend for herself, if the loan shark didn't kidnap her and ravish her every night. Fateh agreed, and looked hopefully at me. I took my time, before I replied.

"Fateh, you certainly have more than 200,000 rupees in this house."

"I am sorry, sahib, I don't have any such money," Fateh replied, looking at me as if I had gone crazy.

"Fateh, I have already seen the wealth in this house, and if you wish you can clear your debts with the loan shark with that money," I said.

He asked me, "Sahib, where have you seen such money, please tell me! I would be the most relieved person in the world!"

"Narges!" I called out. Narges came from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her sari's pallu. She walked and stood beside me obediently. I got up and walked around to her back. Fateh was watching me keenly as Narges let her hands loose on her side. The sexual tension in the air was palpable. Here was a man, Fateh, who had just watched his wife cuckold him the previous night and then spank him, now hoping expectantly for debt relief from the very same man that had ravaged his wife. And that man, I, was circling the vivacious Narges like a shark circles its prey.

I pressed my dick into Narges's ass cheeks, reached around and cupped her breasts through her blouse.

"Here, Fateh." I rubbed her left breast.

"100,000 rupees."

Then I massaged Narges's right breast.

"100,000 rupees."

Narges giggled, as Fateh looked at me, puzzled, and helpless to stop me from groping his wife's mammary glands. "I am sorry, sahib, I don't understand."

"It's very simple." I continued to knead Narges's boobs, getting no objections from her, or from her cowardly husband. "I am here for the night. You are to allow me to spend the night with your wife and she has to do what I order her to do. If she gives me her body absolutely, then I will loan you 200,000 rupees. You can pay off the money lender, and take your time in paying me back, with no interest."

Of course I could have just gone to bed with Narges, and she would have been my willing fuck toy, but I wanted to drive home the point to Fateh that I would be sleeping with his wife, on his marital bed, with his explicit permission. My cock poked Narges's butt crack.

"Think about it." I told him. "If you say no, your wife will have no recourse but to submit to me anyway, but then you will still owe that money. You may even go to prison! And then who knows who your wife will submit to!"

I pinched Narges's left nipple. It was a signal to her that it was her line now.

"No, dear husband, I will not allow you to go to prison," Narges declared bravely. "I am your wife and your welfare is my concern. You tell sahib that he can have my body for his pleasure, if that's what will satisfy him."

I could again see a bulge grow in Fateh's lungi.

"It will be only for one night and no one will know your wife has slept with another man, and that you were helpless to prevent that," Narges told her husband. "So dear, do what I say; let him enjoy my body and he will loan you 200,000 rupees."

"You wife is very pretty." I told Fateh. "I like her breasts. And her ass. And her lips. And her cunt."

Once again I grabbed Narges's left teat, and held it up. "100,000 rupees."

Then I grabbed her right boob and kneaded it. "100,000 rupees."

I could see Fateh's bulge growing bigger. It was time to close the sale.

"Fateh," I told him in my most authoritative voice. "I want your wife, and no one will know except the three of us. Your honour will remain intact, but if you get arrested, your self-respect will be torn to shreds, and besides, I plan on enjoying her wet loins anyways."

I rubbed Narges's crotch, through all the layers of clothes, and held my hand up.

"She's wet and dripping like a faucet, Fateh. You wife is as turned on as me by our affair."

"Sahib," Fateh croaked. "You are very generous to offer me that money, and my wife is so brave to help me by satisfying you. I agree to your demands for the night, sahib."

"Excellent." I pressed myself more firmly onto Narges, and she could feel my manhood now invade the space between the cheeks of her buttocks. I could feel the dampness of her through her clothes, and she seemed to encourage me by pushing back onto me. Fateh felt defenceless and tried not to stare at me molesting and mauling his buxom wife, cupping her tits and fondling them to my heart's content.

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"Let's watch some television." I ordered Fateh to put a cricket match on. "We can sit on this new sofa that I got for you, all three of us."

"Yes, sahib."

"You know, Fateh, you are not man enough to even afford a sofa. You should be glad I am giving you 200,000 rupees for this randi."

"Yes, sahib."

We sat on the sofa and Fateh handed me the remote. I put it to one side as the cricket match came on. Narges came down and sat on my lap. I turned her around so that she was facing me.

"What do you think, Fateh, who will win the match?" I asked him, as Narges pressed her boobs to my face. She was a woman in heat.

"Sahib, hard to say." Fateh hummed and hawed, trying desperately to concentrate on the action on the screen, rather than on the sofa.

I pulled away Narges's pallu, un-hooked the blouse, and pushed her new bra up to expose her large round breasts, the big black areolas standing erect. I put the left nipple into my mouth while I played with the right breast, squeezing and pinching it, rotating the nipple between my thumb and fingers.

"Narges, you are a very attractive woman and I am going to fuck your beautiful firm body," I told her in a loud voice.

"Thank you, Sarun!" Narges replied with a smile. "I will do whatever you ask of me to please you, that's the agreement my husband made with you."

I turned to Fateh. "What do you say Fateh?"

"I ... I..." Fateh was at a loss for words as I pinched Narges's left areola. "Sahib, you have the full right to enjoy her as you wish, tonight."

To demonstrate my power in his household, I mocked, "Who is going to fuck your wife, Fateh?"

"You will, sahib." He replied. "And I remain your grateful slave for your generosity."

"Then you will watch me powerlessly as I violate your wife, Fateh. You are the cause she will be penetrated by another man's penis," I pronounced.

"Yes sahib you such a considerate person and a dear friend that you are most welcome to fuck her anytime you want," Fateh groveled.

Narges was now moaning loudly.

"Oh, husband!" She gasped. "I must satisfy sahib and we must do everything to please him."

"Yes, dear." Her husband feebly agreed.

"Fateh," I instructed Narges's husband. "Your wife is sacrificing her honour and her izzat to another man just for your sake. She is going to lose her chastity and it's all due to you. Show her your appreciation by licking her feet."

"Yes, sahib."

Fateh jumped to his feet and knelt down in front of us, lowering himself on his stomach at Narges's feet. He started to lick and kiss her feet as I tweaked her nipples.

"That's it, Fateh. Pay your respects to your brave wife." I demanded. "Lick her feet like the lowly dog you are. You are the dog and your wife will be my bitch."

"Dear husband," Narges taunted him, "a man is in your house, he has your wife's breasts in his hands, and calls her a bitch, and you grovel at his feet. And look, you have a hard on!"

Poor Fateh had no place to hide. There was a damp spot on his lungi now.

"Husband, stand up!" Narges ordered, and he complied.

"Take off your lungi."

"I ... I ..." Fateh turned to look at me for help, but I was having none of it.

"Do as your wife tells you to do!" I ordered him. "She's helping you out -- the least you can do is be an obedient slave to her!"

"Yes, sahib."

Narges's husband undid the knot, and his lungi fell to the floor. His small dick was now rigid hard.

"Husband, take off your shirt too." Narges ordered, and he complied. Fateh was now standing before us, completely naked.

"Look, Sarun!" Narges told me. "He is hard. My dear husband gets aroused when he sees you enjoy his wife's body."

"Really? How do you know, Narges?"

Narges was getting into her part. "Sarun, I asked him today if he saw us together last night, when you ravaged my body. He said he did."

A visibly humiliated Fateh was turning bright red, standing there butt naked, his small dick erect.

"He said he saw us last night, and did nothing but jack off in that corner." Narges told me. "Even when he was confessing this to me, he could not control himself and came in the bedroom. I had to punish him for that."

"Really, Narges, how?"

"Sarun, I spanked him. If you ask him to turn around, you will notice his ass has red marks!"

Fateh was now trembling. I ordered him to turn around. His embarrassment complete, he faced the other way, and I could clearly see the results of Narges's handiwork on his butts.

"You wife will now punish you, Fateh, when she wills." I told him. "No matter how humiliating it is for you, you deserve to be her whipping boy."

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"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.

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Fateh watched as his wife's cheeks and bosoms were filled with the slimy, gray saliva. Narges tried desperately not to swallow but I suddenly pinched her nostrils shut and placed a big hand over her mouth, forcing her to swallow the bubbly swill. Fateh watched as his dazed, naked wife was being hugged and given hot sloppy kisses as if her husband wasn't even there. But he was there. And Fateh felt very defeated and useless. And aroused.

"Fateh, I know what I'd like to do to her.........look at that big, round, beautiful ass." I told him. I then placed Narges on the bed, on her back. She was now lying there, like a woman waiting for her man to mount her. I then climbed over onto the bed, and with one move, plunged into her.

Narges's feverish passion was at a peak as she cried out, "Sarun! Darling! Don't stop, oh please don't stop, fuck me harder, fuck me dear, fuck me now, I love you!"

I plunged into her, and out, and into her, and out. My cock rubbed against the wet damp skin of her clit, ploughing deep into her folds, going where her husband could never hope to go. With her eyes tightly shut Narges hugged me tightly, screaming as she once again had a massive orgasm, cuming for almost a minute. I slowed down and fucked her with long slow deep strokes deep kissing her mouth. Then I looked over and saw that Fateh was masturbating.

I shouted, "See Fateh, that is how to fuck and satisfy your wife, now watch me plant my seed in her unprotected cunt, she is going to be sullied by my semen, her pussy belongs me now."

"Sahib, it will be an honour and pleasure if you deposited your hot sticky sperm into my wife," Fateh said.

Fateh watched as my butt cheeks tightened to form a slit, my face contorted as I bellowed, "Kutti, bitch! Take my sperm into your fertile womb."

I squeezed Narges's massive boobs. She was now blubbering incoherently.

"Yes Sarun fill me up with your seed, put your sperm in my belly, oh my dear come inside me," She screamed as she hugged and kissed me, wrapping her powerful chubby legs around my ass.

I grunted as I ejaculated, filling up her vagina with my semen till it overflowed, once again staining the bed sheets. Narges grasped my balls squeezing out as much juice as possible. I bit her neck and kept ejaculating for quite some time. I then collapsed on top of her, lying there as my dick throbbed, the sperm slowing down to a trickle.

Then I decided I no longer wanted Fateh there.

"Fateh, turn off the lights and get out."

* * *

The next morning (which Fateh thought would be my last day here), both he and I ogled his wife Narges's gyrating fleshy ass and wildly swinging breasts as she happily carried out her duties around the house, humming a Bollywood tune, completely uninhibited about being naked in front of us. Even Fateh seemed to have come to peace with his own nakedness, standing there obediently carrying out mine or his wife's orders as needed. In fact, the only one dressed was now me.

When Narges went in the small washroom outside to take a piss, I told her to wait.

"Fateh", I took her husband with me to the washroom. Narges stood there, naked, ready to pee.

"Yes, sahib?" Fateh was trying desperately, like he had all morning, to hide his hardness.

"Your wife has saved you from being in debt, and perhaps from going to prison," I informed him, "You must show her your gratitude by satisfying her."

"Yes, sahib."

I ordered Fateh to lie down on the dirty wet washroom floor.

"Narges," I turned to his wife. "Squat over to his face, and urinate there."

Narges didn't hesitate at all, and quickly placed her ample thighs either side of Fateh's head and with her cunt over his open mouth, gushed out a salty piss drenching Fateh's face and hair.

"Now rub your ass over his filthy face."

She sat down with her full weight on his head, rubbing her wet pussy and the smelly unwashed anus back and forth over her husband's crestfallen but aroused face. He could almost hardly breathe as Narges began to cum, squirting her pussy juices all over Fateh's face and into his mouth.

I wasn't done humiliating Fateh yet.

As Narges got off Fateh, he could see my zip undone, and my cock dangling over his piss and cum covered face, and his wife Narges was then standing behind me, giggling like a collegegirl while holding my cock.

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I then started to pee. I poured out a hot stream all over Fateh, drenching him from head to foot. Shaking the last drops of pee from my cock, I ordered Narges to lick and clean my cock.

"You are fit to use as a toilet," I told Fateh, "And your wife is my toilet paper, cleaning my dick of pee."

"Yes, sahib." Both husband and wife replied in unison. Their submission to me was now complete.

I smiled. The first of my slaves were now here.

Ever since Narges had come willingly into my arms, leaving her hapless husband watching, I had hatched a plan. I am a rich man with a big business in the USA. I also do some import work from India, so I have a mansion in Kolkata. My family lives in the USA, but I come every month to Kolkata for ten to twelve days. And I usually hire maid servants from a temp agency. Now, I could see myself at the head of a harem. A harem headed by Narges, my chief concubine, with her willing cuckold of a husband as a bonus servant. The first of many, I confidently thought. Seeing the husband and wife, naked, on their knees, submitting to me, was the first step in the realization of that plan. I had to make sure Fateh was a willing slave. If he had the slightest hesitation in this affair, this wouldn't have happened. He enjoyed being a cuckold; he enjoyed the humiliation. I knew I had the slaves I wanted to start my household.

* * *

"Fateh", I told him, once the couple were inside, and cleaned up and dressed. "I have decided to stay a while longer."

"Oh." His crestfallen face betrayed his anxious disappointment. "Sahib, were you not supposed to leave today?"

"Are you telling me to leave?" I thundered.

"Of course not, of course not, sahib!" Fateh hastily tried to pacify me. "I was merely asking, sahib."

"I am going to stay here in your house for some time more, at least a week." I told him and Narges. "While I am here, Narges will be my wife and you will be our servant. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sahib."

"Narges." I turned to her. "Come here."

"Yes, Sarun." Obediently she stood in front of me, overshadowing her husband. "I am glad you are staying a bit longer, dear."

"How can I stop myself from enjoying your lovely body, Narges."

"Thank you, Sarun."

"Now, Narges." I listed my orders for her. "While I am here, you will remain naked or dressed, as I tell you. I will fuck whenever I want and you are to pleasure me before, during and after our copulation, do you agree?"

"Yes, Sarun."

"What about you Fateh?" I turned to the husband. "What do you say?"

Fateh turned to see his wife smiling and surrendered to his fate.

"Yes sahib, I accept fully," he replied.

The next week was utter torture and humiliation for Fateh.

When he was away working on his rickshaw, his mind was on what I was doing to his wife, and it kept him hard all day. He would often arrive home where he would find his wife naked, in bed, serving her master -- me. Sometimes I would make him watch as Narges knelt in front of me and sucked me to hardness, before I had Fateh put my cock inside his wife and watched us fuck. Narges and I were like a freshly married couple on our honeymoon. We didn't care where Fateh was. I loved to grope her all the time and play with her tits and her gyrating buttocks. Sometimes after our lovemaking we would call Fateh and have him masturbate to the sight of us kissing, and laugh at his tiny manhood as he shot his sperm on the floor. Then we would have him clean up, of course.

After seven days were up, I gave Fateh his 200,000 rupees that he gave to his money lender, who was no doubt surprised that this pathetic man was able to cough up the money. What he didn't know, of course, was that Fateh, and more importantly his wife, were now my property. I was heading to Kolkata, but before leaving I gave Narges one quick good bye fuck, and told the couple that they would hear from me shortly. On my next trip to India, I would be the lord of a harem.

The End

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