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I made my way sneakily downstairs towards the servants' quarters, careful not to make any noise. Just like for the past four months, it was something I now found myself doing repeatedly more or less every other night, much to my shame and chagrin. As I approached our man servant Bhola's bedroom, the noises that were coming from behind the door was getting louder and louder.

I began to blush, both with shame and humiliation, but also with distinct arousal. An arousal that I could not explain, but also could not deny, as my penis started to harden. The shame and humiliation, of course, was because of what was happening behind that door. I carefully knelt by the door, swallowed, and put an ear to the keyhole.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

The noises were loud now, and very audible. The old bed in Bhola's room was rocking back and forth, squeaking and its hinges creaking. My servant Bhola was having loud, unbridled, raw, passionate sex, and I could hear his naked skin slapping against someone else's naked skin. The lady that my servant was furiously fucking began to moan loudly, as her pleasure intensified.

"Oh, Bhola!" She murmured. "Oh, my dear Bhola. You are so good!"

A familiar sense of warm humiliation came over me as I heard my wife moan, even as the squeaking of the bed springs became more and more frequent. Yes, the lady that my servant was banging, the lady inside whose cunt Bhola's large dick was ploughing in and out, that lady was the love of my life - my own dear sweet wife of many years, Neetu.

"Oh Bhola! Oh, BHOLA!"

Neetu was unable to control herself, even as waves of pleasure washed over her. She kept taking on our servant's name even as he kept humping her. She was quite loud too, and sometimes I wondered how far the sounds would carry out of the window from Bhola's room. Bhola was on the ground floor, and his window faced the street. Even though we had a fence that covered the house, anyone on the street walking beside the fence could have listened in. Not that anyone was walking at 2 am in the morning, but still.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

The rhythmic creaking of the bed frame added to my humiliation, indicating to me that my wife Neetu was again being deeply penetrated by Bhola, my servant's extremely large dick burrowing into my wife's cunt, and from her moans and murmurs I could make out that she was loving every moment of it. As always.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

The bed was rocking, just like every other night when Bhola fucked my wife.

"Ohh-h B-b-bhola! I love your big dick!" Neetu called out in passion to our hung servant. "Harder! AAAH! Oh, I love you, Bhola."

There was a slight pause, which I later understood was Bhola stopping his fucking and raising a hand.

SLAP!

The noise was sharp, but not too loud. Bhola had struck my wife across her face, but not too hard. He slapped her again.

SLAP!

Recently he was slapping her a lot during their love making.

SLAP!

"Memsaab. You make too much noise!" Bhola, now hardly behaving like a servant, grunted in reply. He then ordered, "Kiss me, memsaab."

"Oh, yes, Bhola. I am sorry, Bhola."

I heard them kiss loudly, my wife slobbering all over him in her passion. Bhola then resumed the fucking as he continued to plough into her.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

"Ungh! Ungh! Oh Bhola!" My wife was moaning louder and louder now, despite the risk of getting slapped again. "I love you!"

Even Bhola began to thrust into her more urgently. I tried peeing though the keyhole, but I couldn't really make out what was happening as the lights were off. I knew lately that Bhola had started to get a little bit rougher with my wife, such as slapping her more and more, but I still couldn't see inside the room.

However, the noises emanating through the keyhole made it crystal clear what was happening inside behind the locked door.

"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu gasped. "Oh my God! It's... so... big! I'm cumming!!"

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

The bed continued to creak as Bhola continued to bang her, even as my wife began her orgasm.

"Aaah! Aaaaah! Oh YES! OH FUCK! Aaaaah!"

Neetu kept grunting. The bedsprings were squeaking furiously as she received Bhola's thrusts. The bed was now hitting the wall hard, and the springs sounded as if they were going to break. Bhola seemed to be fucking my wife hard and fast now.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola spoke. "I am going to cum."

SMOOCH!

I heard my wife loudly and sloppily plant some kisses on our servant.

"Oh, Bhola. Cum in me."

As if he was seeking her permission!

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

The creaking of the bed become louder and louder.

"Oh YESSS!! AAAH! AHHH!!" Neetu was quite vocal now, and loud. "Oh Bhola! I love you, Bhola. Please, cum in me. Oh, Bhola!!

I heard Bhola groan loudly. It was a sound I was familiar with before, having listened to this same scene every night.

"AAAAAAHHHH!"

The bed was now rocking fast.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

No doubt, Bhola was now ejaculating into my wife. My dear wife Neetu's fertile womb was now being filled by seed from a man who was not her husband but our servant Bhola.

Again.

Neetu was silent, occasionally letting out a grunt as Bhola flexed his buttocks from time to time, pumping more and more of his seed inside her. I then heard her kiss our servant again.

SMOOCH!

"Oh, Bhola. Oh, my love." Neetu was moaning, even as Bhola continued to pump his semen into her. "I love you. Oh, that was amazing."

Usually this was the time I made my way back to our bedroom, got into bed and pretended to be asleep. My wife would no doubt make her way back to our bedroom soon. But, as I stood outside, I didn't hear any of them move. Surely, they - Bhola and my wife - weren't thinking of going another round?

They were!

I had to wait nearly twenty-five minutes before I heard the bed move again.

"Bhola, please put on more of the oil." I heard my wife tell her lover. "And remember to be gentle. You have a big cock. Quite big. Much bigger than my husband."

"Yes, memsaab, I know! Anyone who fucks you has a cock larger than your husband, memsaab!"

There was the sound of laughter as both my wife and her lover laughed at my small size. I stood there, embarrassed, humiliated, but also very aroused. Again. Bhola was going to fuck my wife in the ass! That was something she had always said disgusted her, and she never wanted to even try it with me! And here she was, bending over for my servant.

I heard more rustling noises on the bed, and the soft creaking of the springs.

"Gentle. Slow." Neetu was directing our servant, as if instructing him in the kitchen as a boss rather than in the bedroom as a lover.

"Yes, memsaab, don't worry. Your big gaand can take it." Bhola replied, and then he must have raised his hand again, because the next two sounds I heard were him smacking my wife's ass loudly.

SPANK!

"You have such a nice butt, memsaab." Bhola told my wife. "I want to spank you all day!"

SPANK!

"You do spank me all day, Bhola!" My wife replied. "Yesterday, in the kitchen! You made me bend over the counter and then you spanked me while my husband was in the next room!"

SPANK!

"Ah, yes," Bhola laughed. "What an idiot, your husband!"

SPANK!

"Oh, Bhola." My wife crooned. "Please be gentle with me, na! You now slap me, spank me..."

SPANK!

"And I fuck you." Bhola grunted. "In your pussy and your ass, memsaab."

"Yes, Bhola, that you do."

SPANK!

"Why do you let me do it, memsaab?" I heard Bhola laugh. "You are a married woman, from a respectable class and family. And here you are, in your servant's bed, getting fucked in the ass, getting a spanking on your ass from your servant, while your husband sleeps soundly upstairs."

SPANK!

SPANK!

My wife didn't reply as our servant continued to spank her.

"This is because you are slut, memsaab." Bhola told her. "You were always a slut. You just had to get fucked by me to know it."

SPANK!

"I... I...I am a slut. I... I belong to you now, Bhola." My wife finally replied. "My ass... my pussy. Oh Bhola! Please... fuck me now!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

"And I will slap you. And spank you."

Creak! Squeak!

My wife didn't reply. Slowly and slowly, Bhola must have pushed more and more of his dick into her ass and must have started to hump her.

Creak! Squeak!

The rhythmic creaking of the bed frame intensified. This time Neetu's vocalizations were much clearer.

Creak! Squeak!

"Ooooh Bhola!" I heard my wife cry out. "Slower, please. Slower! Aaaah, nehi! Don't get so excited. Please use some more oil, meri jaan!"

"Yes, memsaab, sorry about that."

She called him 'meri jaan', a term of endearment that she usually reserved for me. I heard him spank her again.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Oh, Bhola." I heard my wife utter. "You are so deep inside me now."

"Brace yourself, memsaab." Bhola replied. "You are such a nice slut. Letting your servant screw you in the ass."

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

He was fucking her earnestly now. My wife Neetu was bravely taking it in her butt. The noise of the bed was frantic - I hoped the bed wasn't going to break.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

"Oh, Bhola! Oh, Bhola! Aaaaangh! Aaaaangh!"

Neetu was now moaning... or crying. I could imagine her face contorted, and her breasts slapping back and forth as our servant pushed himself from back in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, of her asshole.

"Oh, Bhola! BHOLA!" Neetu now let out a tremendous noise as she started to climax. "Oh, Bhola."

SPANK!

SPANK!

I knew Bhola wouldn't be able to hold out much longer as he smacked my wife's buttocks loudly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Once again, I heard that familiar guttural sound. My servant was at this moment squirting a good quantity of his semen into my wife's rectum.

"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu could only mumble as her own orgasm subsided. "Oh, Bhola."

* * *

I guess I better start at the beginning.

It was a just a little bit less than three years ago. In fact, I remember the exact date and time. It was just 1230 pm and I was in the office, eating my lunch, when I noticed that I had a new email in my inbox. It was forwarded to me by my wife Neetu. As I read the email, I paused, and then put my sandwich on my table, my appetite temporarily lost.

It was an email from the fertility clinic. We had just visited the famous clinic of Dr. Das in Delhi last week. After years of trying for a kid, we figured we might need a little help. The results were now in front of me.

My wife was perfectly healthy. There was nothing wrong with her at all. When it came to me, however, the report wasn't that good. The technical term was oligospermia, or low sperm count. Apparently, there was a natural chance we could conceive naturally, but it was a very low probability. Something about dilated testicular veins. The treatment was there, but it was expensive, and success was not guaranteed.

I read my wife's note attached to the report.

"I love you, Gopal. Come home tonight, and we can talk about it."

I continued to read the report, especially the sections that my wife highlighted.

Artificial insemination was an option, but this was India, and it was expensive. Very expensive. Not to mention, it was a taboo topic. What it really meant was that I would allow another man's sperm to impregnate my wife. We could have a child, but the offspring would, biologically, not be mine. Was I prepared to deal with that?

I sighed and decided to call my wife. The report had actually been emailed in the morning, and I just happened to look at it now. I needed to talk to her.

"I am looking at the fertility clinic material." I told her. "It's too damn expensive, honey."

For a moment, my wife didn't say anything. If she was beside me, she would have clasped my hand. For a moment, none of us spoke.

"Look, darling." Neetu finally said. "We could go for the treatment. The doctor did say there is a chance we can conceive naturally. Low chance, yes, but a chance."

"I don't know." I was looking at the cost. I was still paying off my car and my student loan, and we had just purchased a house. A rather large house. And I didn't really want to fire our servant. This was India, and you needed hired help in the house.

"We can't get into that sort of expense right now." I spoke. 'Besides, if I go for the treatment, I have to take time off... and I can't really take time out now from my career. I was just promoted, you know."

"What about... what about..." My wife hesitated, and then blurted out, "What about artificial insemination, baby doll? It's expensive too, but not that much. We can afford it."

"Ya, I don't know about that." I mumbled. My wife didn't say anything for a while.

"Look." She finally said. "This is a lot to take in. Why don't you relax, come home in the evening, and we can discuss it."

"Sure." I hung up.

For the next few weeks, I was a little depressed, as you can expect. Initially Neetu didn't say much but comforted me. Slowly, as life returned to normal, and we got busy with day-to-day things, she started to talk about it, and our options.

I knew my wife Neetu talked to her mother Neelam. I mean I kept the news hidden from my side of the family, but Neetu shared everything with my mother-in-law.

"He just needs to eat more nuts." My mother-in-law advised. And thus began an almost weekly dose of some helpful advice that would go on for a couple of months.

"Have him drink milk every day."

"Oh, it must be goat milk, not cow milk."

"Did you visit this particular baba ji or this guru at this ashram? His blessing can cure anything. He's a devotee of Bholenath."

"Are you eating enough meat? Make sure he eats meat."

"You need to have sex on full moon nights."

"What position are you having sex in?"

In fact, soon my mother-in-law was more interested in our sex lives than me! As if I didn't have enough troubles, now every way I wanted to have sex was going to be dictated by her.

Having been married for some time, sex had now become routine for us.

"You need to spice it up." My mother-in-law said. "Then only your sperm will wake up."

Alas, of course, all of my mother-in-law's advice and fanciful theories amounted to nothing, and six months later we were no better off than before. Then one day my wife broached the topic again about alternate treatments.

"Honey, what do you think about artificial insemination!" She asked. "It is now very popular, and no one has to know!"

"I don't know, Neetu." I was honest in my reply. "How can I let someone else impregnate you!"

"It's not really 'someone else'!" She argued. "It's not like I am going to sleep with another man and have him knock me up!"

If only we knew then how foretelling her words would be!

Our situation started to affect our sex life, and our well being. I knew Neetu was unhappy, and though she tried not to blame me for our destiny, at some level there must have been some resentment. I couldn't blame her for it - every woman wants to be a mother.

Then one day a moment happened that really changed everything.

I was picking up Neetu from the grocery store and she was waiting for me outside. As I drove to the entrance, I saw her laughing. She was talking (and playing) with two young girls who were also waiting with their mother. Neetu looked so beautiful, so happy. Sometimes you have these moments that change your perspectives, and that was one of them.

"Hi darling." I said, as she got into the car. Neetu didn't say anything back but nodded. As we parked on our driveway, I turned to her and said, "Let's look into sperm donors."

Her eyes welled up and she immediately began to cry. We kissed a few more times, our hearts finally returning to each other.

"Are you sure?" Neetu asked me. "I was thinking... maybe you prefer to adopt?"

"No." I paused, and then added. "Neetu, I love you. And I want it to be your child. So that you are the mother. I want you to experience the whole experience of motherhood."

Neetu kissed me again.

"Let's go inside, darling." She said, her eyes sparkling. "It doesn't matter who the donor is, in my eyes the father will always be you."

Unknown to us, the father of our future first born was already inside our house.

* * *

"I think," Neetu said, as she brushed her hair, "Bhola has a crush on me."

I still remember that night. I was sitting in our bed, watched my wife Neetu get ready for bed. She was seated on a stool in front of her dressing table, brushing her luscious long locks. She was dressed in a pink nightie, and I could see the outline of her bra inside through the thin material of her nightdress, hiding her sizeable melons.

There was no other way to say it - Neetu was still a gorgeous woman. I was now forty-one, but Neetu was thirty-one, or ten years younger than me. We had been married for almost six years now. It was an arranged marriage, but it made every one of my friends jealous. They would see me, a near middle-aged man, a virgin, with a little potbelly who had remained single till I was thirty-five, and now suddenly I had a bombshell of a wife.

Neetu kept herself in shape by strict exercise and yoga. Even now, crossing thirty-one only recently, she still had a slim figure, big breasts, and a high reservoir of energy. The only thing that she worried about was that her butt that was always a little big. I told her not to worry about it at all - I actually liked women with a little bit in the trunk - but you know women. They worry about the silliest things. Neetu, in my eyes, was one of the most perfect Indian ladies, svelte figure but big breasts, and hips gradually widening leading to nice looking buttocks. Every time I thought of her, I wanted to fuck her.

It had been almost a year since those tests at the fertility clinic. So far we hadn't been able to find a donor, especially due to the cost. I also wanted someone who looked like me, and even the donor's parents to look like me, since I didn't want to ever explain the child's paternity and lineage to anyone. So far we hadn't found a practical match.

Now let me talk about Bhola.

Bhola was our man servant. He was now twenty-two years of age, and a young man from my village. When I had bought the house, my mother had called me to talk about Bhola's family, who were distantly related to us. They had recently lost everything due to a flood, and my mother wanted me to help. We also needed a servant, and I told her I can employ him for a year. He could live with us.

At first Neetu wasn't too happy having another man live in the house, but soon she became used to Bhola. Bhola had his own room and bathroom downstairs, and he was a very good servant. That one year became two years, and then three - and Bhola was still with us.

Neetu (and I) was by now very comfortable having Bhola in the house. Bhola was very obedient - in fact he was always scared and afraid of Neetu's anger. Neetu was of cheerful and smiling nature, but with servants she had always been authoritative. Neetu had the traditional class-oriented thinking - we were the upper class, and the servants were the lower class. Thus, it was their duty to serve and obey us.

Neetu treated Bhola as if he were a child who should listen to everything she says simply because Bhola was the servant. And Bhola did - which is why we grew to trust and like him a lot. From getting up early way before us, having our breakfast ready, especially the tea, to cleaning, cooking, dusting... Bhola did it all. He had really made our lives considerably easier.

Even though he was now twenty-two, Neetu hardly treated Bhola like an adult. An adult who had his own life, hobbies, and desires. Quite often I would hear Neetu reprimanding Bhola, and he would respond to her scolding and berating with lowered head. He never ever spoke back to my wife - something that I appreciated a lot. It was hard nowadays to get a respectful servant like that.

When Bhola had first entered our household, Neetu had dressed conservatively and carefully around him. Even going downstairs sometimes at night to get some water, she would dress in an overcoat, simply because Bhola might be there. Over time, she lost her inhibitions and grew comfortable around our servant. Nowadays she always wore nighties and maxis around the house, sometimes made of very thin translucent material. She would on occasion even not dress up, wearing her lingerie, and going down to the kitchen at night.

When we would be watching TV or simply relaxing in the living room, Neetu would be dressed in a gown that would expose her legs and calves, despite her conservative upbringing. Other times she wore saris very loosely so a lot of her waist or back was exposed, and since it "just Bhola" she wouldn't care. This was the level to which we trusted him and took no note of his presence at home. We all thought of him to be as harmless as a piece of furniture.

So, it was suddenly surprising to see Neetu say Bhola may have a crush on her.

"How do you figure that out?" I asked, curious.

Neetu came to bed and slithered next to me. She surprised me with a long kiss.

"He stares at my ass." Neetu confided. "When my back is turned to him, and he thinks I am not noticing, I have seen him ogling my... butt."

"Darling," I laughed, and kissed my wife again. "When you go out for a walk. Half the city admires your ass. They are the men. And the other half - the women - are jealous of your butt. What a gorgeous bottom you have!"

"You are very naughty." My wife scolded me playfully. We kissed again, and I could see that she was in the mood. "Also, there has been... other... signs."

"Like what?"

"Um... when I talk with him, nowadays, he gets very nervous, and tongue tied. And... I have seen him, try to catch a peek."

"Catch a peek?"

"Uff." My wife let out a sign of exasperation. "The other day I was wearing my low-cut nightie. You know... that one. And he was... his eyes... he couldn't stop staring."

It was too much for me. I found myself unusually excited, my lust for Neetu's body multiplied tenfold. Neetu too seemed to be in a heightened mood, and we had long, loud, passionate, vigorous sex.

Even the next morning, I had to go to work, I didn't want to get out of bed. And though Neetu wanted to get up and brush and freshen up, I didn't let her. We ended up having sex again, before I finally let go of Neetu.

"What happened to you!" Neetu told me later, as we were having breakfast, her tone mischievous. "You are acting as if we just got married!"

"I can't seem to get enough of you." I told her honestly. "You make me feel young."

"Well," Neetu was coy, "There's another young man in the house also apparently crushing on my nowadays."

We both laughed. It showed how casually we took Bhola, and how harmless we thought he was. Even though Neetu knew he was ogling her behind her back, she paid no attention to it. There had been some gossip of one married lady from our community and Bhola, but it soon stopped when her husband came back from Dubai. There was also that story of Mrs. Chadda's maid servant and Bhola, but that too stopped when the maid servant's husband got a job in the city and took her away.

Some weeks passed after that night. Over time, we casually would bring up the topic of Bhola's crush in our bedroom to spice things up and have wild sex. Bhola's behaviour around us didn't change much, but obviously with such a gorgeous lady in the house, his crush, and his attempts to ogle my wife, were understandable.

Around three months later, something else happened.

Neetu was feeling very tired and had retired to bed earlier than usual. It was her time of the month, and I told her I will take care of her tasks. I put away all the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen with Bhola's help.

"Bhola," I told him. "There is a hamper of dirty clothes upstairs, near my study. Go and put those clothes in the washing machine and start it on."

"Yes, sahib."

"I am going to go out for a walk." I told him. "It's a nice weather outside this evening. Make sure the clothes are in the washing machine."

"Yes, sahib."

I cleaned myself up, and then put on a small jacket. I exited the house, fully intending to go for my walk. It was then I noticed that the light to Bhola's room was on.

"Why does he keep his light on all the time!" I thought angrily. "I had warned him about this. Electricity bills are high enough as it is."

I walked around the perimeter of the house from the outside to his window. I had no intention to peep and watch on the sly. I was just curious to know if he was inside the room or not. As I made my way to his window, I saw that the blinds were drawn, but not completely. If I stood to one side, I could see inside without him seeing me.

It was then that I saw a strange sight.

Bhola had brought the hamper of dirty clothes inside his room!

I stood there, my jaw dropping in surprise, and my thoughts of going for a long walk completely forgotten.

Why did Bhola bring the dirty clothes basket into his room?

I stood there and watched, hoping no one would come up by the side street. I wasn't clearly visible unless people peered over the fence and looked, but you never know who was watching from where.

Bhola started hunting for something in the bin basket. What was he up to? I soon found out my answer. Bhola pulled out one of Neetu's used bras, and then two panties, and started smelling them!

It was one of the pink satin bras that Neetu wore when we had sex, and the two panties he had in his hand was expensive as well. Bhola grabbed the three items, and then sat down on his bed.

I stood there in shock, watching the antics of my servant. I had always thought of his 'crush' as harmless, and here I saw what he was up to!

Bhola fumbled with his zipper and soon took off his trousers. And then he pulled down his underwear. As his cock came into view, I let out a gasp. I couldn't help myself... even as a man... a very strictly heterosexual man... I had to marvel at the sight.

Bhola had an impressive cock. It was very thick, and it was very long. It was almost three times my length when I was erect, and Bhola wasn't even fully aroused! It was huge. No wonder there was gossip about some of the married ladies of our community and him! Right then I started to see Bhola in a different light.

I didn't know it then, but one of the married ladies that Bhola would conquer soon would be my own wife Neetu.

Bhola placed the bra and one of the panties on the bed, and then lay down on his stomach on the bed over the bra and panty. Neetu's panty - the one he had placed on the bed - was now just below his groin and her bra was under his chest. Then he took the other panty in his hand and started smelling it, even as he started rubbing his groin against the panty that was on the bed.

I realized what Bhola was doing. He was fantasizing about my wife. With the bra under his chest, he was picturing himself motorboating my wife's large breasts. And as his dick rubbed against Neetu's panties, he was imagining himself fucking her. All the time he was also imagining smelling her pussy with the used panty that was in his hand.

Bhola soon started to cum. He was ejaculating for a long time.

I watched as my servant finished masturbating on my wife's clothes. He got up and held her panty on his hand. It had his thick gooey cum on it. He quickly got dressed again, and then placed the dirty undergarments back in the clothes bin. Picking the basket up, he left the room, possibly to load them in the washing machine.

I quietly made my way back inside the house to our room. I of course didn't tell Neetu what I had seen, but I wondered what else Bhola was up to.

Next morning, at breakfast time, Neetu was scolding Bhola on something, which he just kept timidly nodding yes to. It appeared he had put too much salt in the omelettes, which Neetu hated. I looked at him as Neetu berated him, and Bhola looked so timid and frightened. It was hard to imagine that someone like him could also be engaging in those antics last night, masturbating on my wife's undergarments. Neetu, of course, had no idea about what Bhola had been up to, and continued to scold him.

The next incident happened a few weeks later. It was afternoon, and I was working from home, and Neetu wanted to take a shower. Unfortunately, the hot water geezer in our bathroom was not working.

A sudden idea came to my head. I called Bhola to our room and asked him if his bathroom had hot water.

"Yes, sahib." Bhola kept his eyes on the floor. "My bathroom has hot water. The geezer is working."

"You can go to Bhola's bathroom." I told my wife, hoping she would agree. "The geezer there is working. I will see what is wrong with ours."

"Hmmph." Neetu replied. It was clear she wasn't pleased - Bhola's bathroom wasn't the best. It was a typical servant's bathroom - not that big, not too clean, and not much space. But Neetu didn't have a choice; if she wanted a shower, she would have to use Bhola's bathroom.

"Go and turn the geezer on." I instructed Bhola. "I have some work here to do, and memsaab will be down there momentarily."

"Yes, sahib." Bhola nodded and left the room.

"I really don't want to use his bathroom." Neetu complained. "It's dirty, it's small... and there's no tub, of course. The bathing stall is too close to the commode, and water gets everywhere."

"Darling." I told her. "Be practical. If you want a hot shower, that's the only option we have now."

"Hmmph!"

Neetu took out her clothes from the cupboard and took them along with her as she made her way out of our room, and then downstairs towards Bhola's bathroom. Bhola's bathroom was beside his room - downstairs towards the rear of the house.

I gave Neetu two minutes and then stealthily followed her down the stairs.

It was the middle of the afternoon, and bright sunny one at that, and our house had brilliant sunlight, so it would be hard to stay hidden. Thus, I followed my wife from quite way behind so as not to be seen. She was already downstairs, and I was at the top of the stairs, peering in.

"Memsaab." I heard Bhola say. "The geezer is on, and I tested the water. It is hot."

"Thank you, Bhola." My wife grunted.

My wife entered the bathroom and shut the door. I heard her curse loudly.

"Bhola!" She said, opening the door again. "There is no lock here!"

"Memsaab." Bhola kept his eyes on the floor. "Who comes to my bathroom! I told sahib before, but the lock is broken. It is for some time now."

"Hmmph." Neetu grunted once again, "What if someone opens the door now when I am in! I have to take off my clothes to take a shower, you know."

"Memsaab, there is no one here beside you and me." Bhola tried to soothe my wife. "Sahib is upstairs. You take your bath. No one will enter until you are out. I have some work in the kitchen, I will go there."

"Ugh," Neetu swore again, before going back inside the bathroom and shutting the door. I remained on the top of the stairs, hidden below the railing, peering through the rails.

Bhola, instead of going to the kitchen, remained by the door. He turned and looked around, but I was hidden well. Confident that I was busy in my room, as I had told him, Bhola then knelt down by the bathroom door, and then put his eye through the keyhole, peeping in.

I was shocked to see him so brazenly do this. He was actually trying to see my wife take a shower, in the nude! This had gone beyond a crush now, and he was no longer content with ogling my wife's buttocks or trying to catch a peak of her cleavage. Bhola was actually spying on my wife in the bathroom!

As he intently peered through the small opening, Bhola maneuvered his cock out of his trousers, not taking his eyes of the keyhole even for a moment. His cock came into view, and I saw that he already had a hard on. That was pretty quick considering he had hardly spent a minute in front of the bathroom door.

Neetu must now be fully naked inside and our servant was seeing her like that. Till today he was using only her undergarments, but now he was also seeing her fully naked in real. As I watched my servant watch my wife, and rub his cock in his hands, I too began to get a throbbing erection. Taking out my own cock, I too began to masturbate, seeing our servant do the same as he watched my naked wife take her bath. Neetu was unaware that right now, she was giving pleasure to two horny and perverted men!

It did not take long for Bhola to cum. Neetu must have put on quite the show! Bhola seemed to cum and cum and cum - he had lots of sperm! Bhola then wiped himself against his trousers and went to his room, probably to clean up properly.

The thought of my wife bathing in the nude, and our servant watching her and masturbating, was too much for me, and I too started to cum. Hastily I used my underwear to clean myself up.

After a few minutes, my wife Neetu appeared from the bathroom, looking as fresh and sexy as ever. She of course had no clue what had happened while she was taking her bath. That our servant was watching her in the nude and masturbating. And her husband masturbating watching the servant masturbate.

From that day on, I kept a strict eye on Bhola and his whereabouts, whenever I was working from home. Our geezer also kept "malfunctioning" every other day, forcing Neetu to take her shower in Bhola's bathroom. Bhola peeped in every time, masturbating as he saw my wife naked inside the toilet.

I would also ask him to do the laundry at night, after Neetu would retire to bed. Giving the excuse that I needed a quick night post-dinner walk, I would go outside and then peep into Bhola's room. He would take the dirty clothes bin, take out my wife's undergarments and go to his room.

He was now masturbating every night on her panties and bra, and almost every other day watching her take a bath.

My wife must be really turning him on. And I could see Bhola's lust for Neetu was growing by the day, as evident by the way he hungrily looked at her during the day. Whenever my wife would have her back to Bhola, bending down or squatting to pick up something, he would gaze at her buttocks with wild lust in his eyes, and sometimes even brazenly rub his crotch.

Something had to give, soon.

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I still remember the night when we finally decided to "use" Bhola, and Neetu talked to me about seducing another man to our marital bed. By then, it was almost two years and two months since we had visited the doctor and gotten the fertility clinic's results.
We had gotten the tests done when she was thirty and I was forty. Now two years and two months had gone by, and still we had no prospects of a child. I was forty-two, and as Neetu liked to remind me, she was now thirty-two and getting older. We were still in touch with the clinic, following up, and I got myself tested again recently. My results were still bad, my sperm count low, and all our searches for donor sperm had fizzled out. Neetu's results, as was to be expected, was completely fine.
"Gopal." Neetu suddenly spoke, placing her hairbrush on the dressing table. "I wanted to tell you something."
"Yes, dear?" I asked.
Neetu got up from the stool, walked over to me and sat down beside me on the bed. She took my hand in hers and looked at me.
"I have been thinking about what Dr. Das said." She told me.
"Oh." I replied, my mood dampening a bit. Dr. Das had been the doctor at the fertility clinic we had been consulting.
"I was thinking about the fliers that he gave us." Neetu told me. "Do you remember?"
"IVF? It's terribly expensive." I reminded her. "Much more that what I can afford, sadly. And even then, there's no guarantee of success, you know... because... I..."
"Because you are shooting blanks?" Neetu smiled. "Don't worry, I still love you. But I wasn't talking about IVF."
She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips on mine. We kissed passionately for a long time.
"I have an idea." Neetu said, after a while. She fidgeted with her hands, as if she was nervous to bring up the topic. "As you know, we have been looking for donor sperm, but..."
She left her sentence unfinished.
"I know, darling," I shook my head. "It's just as expensive as IVF, dear. We just might have to wait a bit until it becomes more common place in India, and cheaper."
"Unfortunately, we can't wait. I am not getting any younger." Neetu shook her head, then took a deep breath. "I mean, darling, we never really talked in depth about it. Are you really comfortable with the idea of a donor sperm? Another man's sperm, impregnating your wife?"
I looked at my wife in surprise. She now had a strange expression on her face. It was half timid, half curious.
"Well..." I spoke cautiously.
"There was that one time." Neetu said. "Remember?"
I knew what she was talking about.
Like almost any man, I had thought about experimentation. When you are married to the same woman for a long time, a bit of staleness and familiarity sets in. The known is comforting, but sometimes variety adds to the spice of life. I had of course read about threesomes, foursomes, wife swapping, etc. online. One of the many ways I had kept myself sexually satisfied during my single years was reading a lot of erotica. And in particular the variety known as "cuckold" or "loving wives" stories.
For years, I had rubbed my dick fantasizing about sharing my wife with another man. Seeing her in the arms of another lover, penetrating her and taking her to levels of orgasmic delights previously unknown to her. I had also of course thought about sleeping with other women. But, you know, I had always thought these were fantasies.
Neetu was not a prude by any chance, but she was brought up in India, a conservative society. Education, and marriage, had opened her up to new ideas, but she was still bound by Indian norms. I had once broached the topic with Neetu casually.
Initially she had become quite angry, thinking my idea of a threesome was me wanting to sleep with another girl. Well, it was... but then I told her in fairness she could also sleep with another man. It was just a casual joke.
But Neetu had been very angry. She had almost slapped me but had controlled herself.
The idea was shot down almost immediately, with her saying "and why would you want to raise a bastard child after becoming a cuckold?" I never brought up the topic again. Either me with another woman, or her with another man. And now here she was, asking me the same question. But I had to be cautious - what Neetu was talking about was a medical procedure, NOT a threesome.
"I am not sure." I told her. "I mean... I guess I will be OK... but again, it's very expensive."
"I know it's expensive." Neetu said. "But... what if it wasn't?"
"Um... how?"
"Never mind how." Neetu now spoke quickly. "What if it were, say, almost free, and I got pregnant with a donor sperm. Would you be OK with it? After all, I once scolded you about your cuckold fantasies and a bastard child."
Her hands were caressing my chest and went slowly southwards. She cupped my manhood, feeling my balls through my underwear, and started to slightly rub her finger along my groin.
"You are getting hard." She smiled.
"Well, you are playing with my general." I told her, my spirits rising. Suddenly I wanted to bang her and bang her hard.
"Well, your general feels unusually small tonight darling - did you have a sneaky wank when you were in the shower?" Neetu teased me. She nuzzled up to me, putting her head on my chest while still stroking my manhood between her thumb and forefinger.
"No!" I replied indignantly and tried to make an excuse. "Um... It's cold in here and I've been waiting for you for ages while you were brushing your hair! And you took so long in the bathroom!"
"I was just shaving my pussy darling - it takes a while to do it properly you know. I don't want to miss any bits." Neetu giggled, still continuing to tease me. I immediately tried to reach between her legs.
"Get out of there!" My wife playfully rebuffed me, pushing away my advance. "Only boys with big cocks get to feel my pussy - yours doesn't qualify!"
I laughed, and we both kissed for a long time.
"Darling." Neetu said again. "I asked you if you would like to see me get impregnated by another man's sperm. And you didn't reply, but your cock was very, very hard."
She was right - I was as hard as ever, and she knew it, and I knew it, as I looked down to see my cock standing proudly - a true indication of the effect my wife's words was having on me.
"Remember, you had yourself brought up the topic of an open marriage a couple of years ago." Neetu told me. Her fingers now slid inside my underwear, directly rubbing against my now turgid cock. "You told me of these cuckold stories you read."
"Yes, dear. But you had said no then..."
"So how will a donor sperm be any different? Another man will be making me pregnant, and you have to raise that child. How is it different from a man fucking me?"
"Well... I was just talking about... you know... both of us exploring our boundaries." I explained. "We would be safe, of course. And I..."
"What if we weren't?" Neetu leaned in. I was now very hard.
"I guess..." I replied, after some thought. "I would be OK with you getting impregnated with a donor sperm. But how can we get the procedure for free, as you said?"
I was so stupid. I still didn't get what Neetu had been hinting at.
Suddenly Neetu stopped rubbing me. She withdrew her hand from my underwear and clasped her hands together.
"Neetu, what's wrong?!" I exclaimed, seeing her face. She had a very puzzled and nervous look.
"Well..." She took her time. "I was thinking... perhaps..."
She stopped again.
"Go on!" I urged her. "What were you thinking?"
"Well..." Again, she seemed to take her time. "I mean, just how serious were you with the open marriage thing, Gopal?"
Suddenly it hit me. It was out in the open. The taboo topic.
Neetu was talking about sleeping with another man.
"Oh." I looked at her, trying to see if she was joking.
She wasn't.
"You will become a cuckold." Neetu told me, her face dead serious. "I will go to another man's bed. And he will fuck me. Repeatedly."
My dick started to become hard, something that didn't go unnoticed by Neetu.
I remembered the first time I had masturbated to a cuckold story.
I was quite young and had been surfing on the web looking for an erotic story to read and wank off to, when I suddenly chanced upon a "hot wife" category. I clicked and started to read. Before long, I was sitting on my chair, cock in hand, and extremely aroused - but this time the male protagonist wasn't me in the story in a threesome - it was a stranger. Another man who was fucking my wife, making her moan, making her tremble as she climaxed, making her pussy so wet that her love juices was running down her inner thighs.
It was a strange sensation - the topic of wife swapping was so taboo in Indian circles that the naughtiness of the premise added to my excitement. I had rarely been so aroused while alone as I was then. As I read about my "wife" being so turned on that she was soaking wet and craving cock - any cock. It was such a powerful image that I couldn't hold it any longer.
When I finally came, I brushed it off as a one-time thing. It felt strange to me, to be turned on by this. How could this possibly happen. When I marry, my wife will be mine, I promised myself, and I was the only one who was allowed to taste her pussy and make her cum.
I was hooked into reading those types of stories. When I first read some Indian cuckold stories, I bookmarked them. The fact that it was set in an Indian scene added to the appeal of those stories. I would read them, even after marriage, and every time I sat down to jerk off, I would evoke that story. I imagined Neetu in many scenarios - it ranged from her bent over a desk fucked by her boss, to her being fucked at a party by every man, to her lying in someone else's bed waiting for a lover, and so on. When I would cum, the image in my head was of her soaking wet panties clinging to her smooth pussy, still agape from a good fucking by another man.
At first it troubled me, especially when I got married and there was an actual wife to be represented in my fantasies. Moreover, it is one thing to be a fantasy, and another to be real life. Right now, Neetu was talking about real life. She would sleep with another man, and this is how she would get her "donor sperm".
"You clearly put some thought into this." I finally told her. "About... cuckolding me."
"Yes," Neetu turned to me. "You are not angry, are you, Gopal?"
"No. No." I tried to soothe her fears by kissing her. "I am happy, darling, that you are actually discussing this with me. We have always talked about being a bit more adventurous."
"If Dr. Das's report was different, I never would have considered this." Neetu told me, kissing me back. "But... you know... seeing that you had brought it up once, I wanted to explore every chance. And if you are ok with being a cuckold..."
She left the last part unsaid.
"Quite. Quite." I replied understandingly. Perhaps a little bit too understandingly.
"I know you have fantasized about it before. About being a cuckold." Neetu continued. "Have you thought about the consequences of imagination turning into real life? It is one thing to fantasize about your wife sleeping with someone else. To deal with the practical implications of being cuckolded is a wholly different thing. Especially if I become pregnant."
I didn't say anything. Clearly there was a big difference between fantasy and reality.
"As I said, YOU have to deal with being a cuckold." Neetu continued. "And raising a child that is biologically not yours."
"I know it won't be easy." I finally admitted. "I am still surprised we are talking about it, frankly. But that's a good thing."
"To be honest," Neetu said. "You may think it's hot. You may say now you are comfortable with it. But until it happens, you won't know."
"True."
We both stayed silent for a while. It was now obvious to both of us that my dick was really, really hard. Neetu stole a glance at my bulge and smiled.
It was at that moment - that smile - that we both knew we were doing this. I was going to be cuckolded. My wife was going to be fucked by another man.
We kissed again, our lips exploring each other. It was a different type of kiss. Neetu was giving me a sympathy kiss.
"Do you have someone in mind?" I finally asked. Neetu blushed and didn't meet my gaze. Then she finally nodded.
I let out a sigh as the realization dawned on me. There was really only one option that Neetu had in hand.
"Bhola." I uttered. Neetu blushed again, and then nodded.
"I know he has a crush on you." I continued. "But... how... do you plan to make this... happen?"
"He just doesn't have a crush on me." Neetu took a deep breath and continued. "I discovered he has been masturbating on my panties."
I gasped. I mean, I knew it, but I didn't think Neetu knew it.
"How... do you know that... darling?" I asked cautiously.
"A woman knows." Neetu laughed. "Once or twice, I went to the bin in the laundry room, and I wanted to see if I had something there in the dirty clothes. I put my hand in... and oh my goodness! I had to wash my hands afterwards. My panties were sticky with... cum. Dried cum, but cum. And I knew it wasn't you... because... why would you do that. So, it must be his."
"I see. Darling, that is disgusting. I must confront him tomorrow morning."
"You will do no such thing!" Neetu suddenly replied in a very commanding voice. I looked up at her, surprised.
"I didn't want to tell you immediately, because I didn't know how you would react." Neetu said, her voice softening. "I kept an eye out, and I saw that almost every other day he would masturbate on my clothes."
"Again, that's really disgusting." I pretended to be angry. "Why should we not fire him?"
"If you look at it another way," Neetu grinned. She had a naughty look in her eyes. "That's a lot of cum. The man is cumming every day. Sometimes twice."
I didn't say anything in reply as Neetu looked deep in my eyes.
"He's young, and full of cum. We know he is capable of ejaculating every day, sometimes more than once. His looks and skin colour are similar to yours. He is a distance relative from your village, and we know his whole family. Everyone looks like your family, so no one can question the lineage of the baby. Bhola is perfect, my love. He can be the father of my child. Of OUR child."
I didn't even hide it anymore. I was very, very aroused, and Neetu could see that. We kissed again, loudly, and passionately.
"OK, but what made you finally decide it could be him?" I asked. "After all, if you wanted to sleep with someone, there can be so many people. Someone from the upper class. So why Bhola? He probably smells of sweat in bed too."
I saw Neetu blush again.
"This morning, I was calling for him. After you had left for the office." Neetu explained. "But there was no answer. I thought he went back to his room to take a nap, so I went to his door to knock on it and wake him up. However, the door was slightly open."
I listened with rapt attention.
"The door was open a bit and through that crack I saw... it was amazing. Bhola was lying fully naked on his bed. His legs were spread apart, and he had his penis in one hand. He was masturbating. Again"
"You... you saw him... naked? His penis was out?" I asked.
"Yes." Neetu blushed again. "And darling... my love... it was... SO BIG! It was HUGE! I mean... I didn't get a close look obviously, but it appeared so much bigger than yours! And he was stroking it with one hand, while fondling his testicles. As I said, he was masturbating. And he was taking my name! He was saying, 'Memsaab! I am going to make your pregnant, memsaab! I am going to make you the mother of my baby. AAAAAH!' And then he came!"
Neetu's voice was now hoarse as she was recollecting the story. Her eyes were somewhat glazed. I myself was aroused. We couldn't stop ourselves anymore. I pinned her underneath me, and started kissing her while taking off her clothes, and she too started to rip off my clothes.
"I want you to fuck me!" She murmured hoarsely. "Oh, my cuckold! Meri jaan!"
"Your wish is my command." I replied, as I positioned her below me.
"Oh, Gopal!" She murmured, as I entered her. I was lusting for her body, and she was lusting for mine.
"Oh, Gopal!" Neetu continued to murmur as I pounded at her. "Oh, meri jaan! Cum in me! Now!"
Finally, I ejaculated inside her, and we remained like that for some time.
"Oh, Gopal." Neetu laughed. "What has happened to you? Once again you are acting like a newly married husband! Your behaviour was so different. It was as if you were seeing me naked for the first time! Just like... like... when I first told you Bhola had a crush on me!"
I didn't say anything in reply, so Neetu continued.
"You were picturing me and Bhola, weren't you?" She prodded. "You were imagining me in his bed. You are thinking of another man, pounding your wife, filling my womb with his sperm, and making me pregnant."
I didn't know what else to say, so I countered.
"Well, you were pretty wild too!" I said in an accusing voice. "What were you thinking about?"
Neetu was silent for some time, before speaking.
"Can I tell you honestly?" She asked. "And you won't get mad?"
"Of course, you can tell me, my love." I replied, even though I had an idea what she was going to say.
"I was thinking about Bhola." Neetu admitted. "His penis... his balls... they looked really big. I cannot forget that sight, as he took my name and then he ejaculated. There was so much cum! The thought of his big penis has been on my mind the whole day. This is why... my love... I was so wet now."
We kissed again. It was a long, wet, sloppy kiss.
"Did you speak to him afterwards?" I asked. After all, Neetu spent the whole day in the house with Bhola. "After you saw him masturbating?"
"Not too much." Neetu admitted. "I was too embarrassed to look into his eyes. I just gave whatever orders I had to."
I saw my wife was blushing again. I reached down and placed my hands between her legs. She was wet.
"You are wet, my love." I teased her.
"Of course." Neetu admonished me. "You just came inside me."
By now I had one finger inside her.
"It's not just my sperm." I said, slipping my finger in and out of her vagina, and getting no resistance from her. "You are blushing, Neetu. And you are getting wet. You are still thinking of Bhola, aren't you?"
Neetu kept quiet for some time, before replying.
"His cock is really big, darling. Exceptionally long and thick. Absolutely mammoth. Maybe more than thrice, the size of your organ!"
Once again I hugged my wife and we kissed passionately. Then I teased her again.
"So, my wife, my lovely innocent wife, is very excited at the sight of our servant's cock, because of its huge size!"
Once again Neetu kept quiet.
"Neetu." I told her. "Let's make Bhola the father of our child. Are you ready for that? Do you know what you have to do?"
"Yes." Neetu finally replied. "I have to turn his lust into our reality. I have to seduce him to bed."
... I have to seduce him to bed...
At that moment, none of us really knew the dangerous forces that we were playing with.
* * *
From that night on, Neetu started to change her demeanour with Bhola. First, she started to dress more loosely around the house. Gone were the conservative maxis and nighties she would wear. Now she started to wear small nighties that hugged her body tightly, showing off her main assets - her big ass and her big boobs and her long legs. Rather than hide her ass, she would now slowly flaunt it at every opportunity.
"He keeps looking at me now." Neetu laughed and told me one night when we just finished having sex. "He tries to hide it, but Bhola cannot help it. Especially my legs."
"You have some nice legs, darling." I kissed her foot and looked up at her. "Anyone would be lost in those. I could kiss your feet and suck on your toes all day!"
"You are an idiot." Neetu scolded me good naturedly. "Bhola, I noticed, keeps looking at my ass. Especially when I wear that red nightie. It does make my butt look big."
"Well, Bhola is a young virile man with needs, and it's a natural reaction." I replied. "And you have a nice big ass, my love. I could kiss it all day."
"You... are an ass." Neetu laughed. "Making excuse for another man ogling your own wife!"
"So, when are you seducing Bhola to bed and getting pregnant?" I asked, somewhat brashly.
"Hmm." Neetu would normally be angry at such a comment, but here she just gave me a frown. "Don't get too excited about becoming a cuckold, darling. I am still taking it slow. Let's see where this goes."
Even though she said she was taking it slow, my wife was soon wet again in all the naughty places, and we had sex again. Twice in one night!
Neetu also started to slowly get less modest and more revealing whenever she was wearing Indian attire. The change was very gradual, but soon it was normal on a hot summer day to see her next to Bhola in the kitchen, giving him orders on how to cook a certain dish, while dressed only in a blouse and petticoat. Her full waist, including her navel, was exposed, along with her back if the blouse was a backless one. Poor Bhola could hardly hide his erection, answering in awkward pauses whenever he was spoken to.
"Poor Bhola!" I commented one night. "He must have blue balls all day, standing next to you!"
"I know!" Neetu laughed. "Do you think I am teasing him too much?"
"Well, the blouse and petticoat are OK I guess." I replied. "I mean, you pretty much stopped wear a sari in the house. I am surprised Bhola hasn't said anything yet."
"Well... actually." My wife started to say something, and then hesitated.
"Oh, come on." I prodded her. "What did he say?"
"He said..." Neetu started to blush. "He said... do you remember the pink blouse I wear sometimes?"
I nodded. I knew which one she was talking about. It was a rather smallish blouse, one that was a little tight, so her breasts were very prominent in that blouse. Big and ready to burst out.
"I was wearing that the other day, and that blue petticoat." Neetu recalled. "No sari, so my waist was bare, and my navel exposed. I was in the kitchen, cutting vegetables, while Bhola was busy cutting and cooking the meat. This is when, as we were talking, he suddenly asked me, 'Memsaab, I noticed you are not wearing sari nowadays in the house'."
"I was a little surprised at first, but then I smiled." Neetu continued. "I decided to tease him. 'Why, don't you like me like this?' I asked him, and I actually saw him blush and become tongue tied. He started to say of course he did, and then I asked him what he meant by that. It was so much fun."
"So, what did he say?" I asked.
"Well, in the end," Neetu answered. "I told him that I like dressing like this because I feel comfortable with him, and it's my house and I want to be relaxed. Then he grinned and said, 'memsaab. I am happy you are relaxed around me. If you want to feel even more relaxed, I will be much happier man!' All this, said with a leering grin."
"Wow." So Bhola was actively flirting with my wife now. He was basically insinuating that she would wear even less clothing around him! "What else did our servant say!"
"The other day I asked him if I looked fat." Neetu admitted. "And he actually said no... I look like an 'item girl' from Bollywood. He actually said I look very 'mast mast' and sexy. He actually used the word 'sexy'."
That did it for both of us. Once again we had wild sex that night.
From then on, my wife also started to spend a lot more time in the kitchen, simply talking and conversing with Bhola. She had always remained a little aloof from any servant class, but it became normal to see her and Bhola laugh and talk in the kitchen. They also started to get quite close, and I would sometimes see Neetu lean in and touch Bhola's arm while talking to him. Other times she would laugh and throw her head back, and then stroke his arm afterwards.
"You know, it's true." Neetu told me one night, as we were having sex. "Bhola and Mrs. Gill."
"What? Which Mrs. Gill?" I was surprised. "Jyoti Gill? The lady who lives in the last house on our lot?"
Jyoti was one of our neighbors. She was close to age to Neetu, and her husband worked in a bank here.
"Yes," Neetu nodded, as she positioned herself. I was by now hard and entered her.
"Ugh." Neetu cried out. "Be gentle, meri jaan!"
"Sorry." I apologized. Soon I got a rhythm going as I started to fuck her. Neetu and I were fucking often now.
"It is true - all that gossip." Neetu continued absent mindedly, as I nibbled on her boobs. "Finally, Bhola confessed it to me himself the other day. I was actually asking Bhola why he doesn't get a girl friend, and when he was looking to get married. He surprised me by saying he doesn't want to get married. He likes sleeping around."
"Really? Our Bhola?" I was a little surprised. I knew he went out and about, and we didn't really put any restrictions on him, but still it was surprise to learn that he was a Casanova.
"I told him, 'Surely you can't do that forever.'" Neetu said. "I told him sooner or later the women will want to get married. That's when he said they won't. Because these women were already married. Apparently all of his girl friends were already married women."
"What? That's ridiculous."
"That's what I said." Neetu was talking as I kept pumping into her. "And then you know what Bhola said. He replied, 'Well, the guys that these women are married to, they are real losers. They can't keep their wives satisfied even if their life depended on it. So... memsaab... you see, I am doing everyone a favor by fucking these women.' My jaws were on the floor, I tell you."
"He must be bluffing." I reasoned. "Making a false boast."
"Actually." Neetu was into the story now. "That's when he confessed. When Jyoti's husband was away in Dubai for that whole year, Bhola was having an affair with her. He would go in the afternoon when you were at work, and I was taking a nap, and he would... fuck her."
For some time then on, we didn't say much more, as we focused on our own lovemaking. My penis was going in and out of my wife and I was building up to my orgasm. Bhola was the farthest thing from my mind at the moment. I pressed my lips onto hers and we sucked each other's tongues for a bit, even as I continued to fuck her. I could see that Neetu was slowly starting to warm up to my ministrations.
"And apparently Bhola also fucked our neighbor Nausheen." Neetu continued. "Remember when her husband went to Kuwait for six months? Bhola was fucking her as well. Allegedly he has been with seven women in our colony!"
"Really, he said so. Seven? Sounds a bit exaggerated, don't you think?"
"Not really." Neetu laughed. "You know, I believe him. He told me so many stories in detail - it must be true. Admit it! He has fucked so many married women in our colony, and now his target is your own wife, my love! Imagine me, being girl friends with my own servant, and Bhola fucking me on this very bed!"
"Oh... God." Suddenly the image of Bhola fucking and ejaculating into Neetu's wet cunt was too much for me, and I helplessly started to cum.
"Oh, my love. My love. It's ok. Cum." Neetu kissed me and stroked my back, as I continued to pump my semen into her. Finally, I was done. Neetu kept a hand on my ass, caressing me lovingly, squeezing my buttocks and kissing my cheeks.
"I am so sorry, darling." I apologized to her. "I knew I ejaculated too quickly."
"Sshh. It's ok, my love. I am here for you, my dear."
After some time, when we were relaxed, I turned to Neetu.
"So Bhola slept with all of these women," I pointed out, "Apparently for a long time, and none of them got pregnant?"
Neetu blushed. She knew why I was asking the question.
"Relax, my wanna be cuckold!" Neetu grinned. "Are you saying Bhola is also as infertile as you?"
"But then... how?" I asked. "The whole point of all of this... of him and you... together... is to get you pregnant. If he can't do that, I can't just let him fuck my wife!"
"Relax my love. It's not what you think." Neetu laughed. "Nausheen made him use a condom. And with Jyoti, Bhola said she was on birth control pills. In fact, Bhola was scared about pregnancy, but it was Jyoti who taught him about birth control. Bhola said he learned about this type of contraception from Jyoti. So, after that..."
"Hmm." I wasn't too thrilled with what I had heard, but I let it pass. I know these lower-class men - they don't like to use condoms or other contraceptives. Birth control by the ladies sounded right, but it could carry a risk.
"Besides," Neetu was thoughtful. "Nausheen had a child last year. I always thought her son was a little bit darker than both parents, but I never put much thought into it. Her husband was in Kuwait the year before and only came once every two months to visit her."
"Hmm."
I didn't really think too much about Nausheen and her husband in Kuwait. My thoughts started to turn to my own wife and Bhola. I wondered how long it would take before Bhola and Neetu would also end up in bed.
As it happened, it didn't take that much more time.
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"He brushed against me this morning." Neetu told me, her voice hoarse and excited.
It was exactly two years and six months after the first time we had visited the doctor and gotten tested. For the last four months or so my wife and Bhola had become quite close. They were constantly flirting and laughing with each other, so it was bound to happen. I was working at home in the evening, just about to wind down, when Neetu burst into my study, which I used as the home office.
"What do you mean he brushed against you?" I asked her, as she sat down on the sofa, and I shut the door so we could have some privacy.
I looked at my wife. She was very excited, and her voice quite high pitched. Her eyes were sparkling. We have been having sex every night for the past week, so it wasn't due to lack of any action that she was horny. It was whatever Bhola had done to her.
Or, as I would soon find out, was doing to her.
"I was wearing my white nightie." Neetu told me. "This morning. Do you know... the one.. that just comes up to my hips?"
"Yes. The one that shows part of your butt."
Neetu blushed.
"Yes." She nodded. "All morning Bhola's eyes were on me. He even made some comments - 'Memsaab. Your skin is so fair. So smooth.' And the whole time he kept staring at my ass. He didn't even try to hide it. He even told me, 'Memsaab. This dress makes your gaand look nice and shapely.' He used the word 'shapely'!"
"Wow. And how did that make you feel?" I asked my wife. "I mean, here he is, our servant, commenting on your ass. You are the malkin, the boss's wife. He is the low-class servant. And he seems comfortable enough talking to you about your... er... shapely nice gaand. Did you say anything?"
Neetu's eyes were sparkling.
"Darling, I didn't know what to say. I was so wet, my love. I started to have all these naughty thoughts of being used by Bhola as a plaything. I was imagining him fucking me right there with his big cock!" My wife admitted. "And that's when it happened."
Neetu took a small pause before continuing.
"I was on my tiptoes, trying to get a pan from the upper shelf. Bhola saw that I wasn't able to reach the shelf." She explained. "Bhola came and stood behind me and reached for the pan himself. But as he did so, he pressed his body close to mine, and his arm was touching mine. And then he just stayed like that. His body was almost spooning mine, and I could feel his hard cock against my ass. He was... um... very... erect. And big."
I didn't say anything but was trying to picture the scene in my mind. Our servant, fully aroused, rubbing himself against my vulnerable wife.
"His cock was very hard." Neetu continued. "I could actually feel his throbbing manhood against my ass. He didn't move... but just remained there, his cock pressed against my butt crack. I finally said... and this was stupid of me... I said, 'Wow, Bhola'."
"You actually said 'wow'?" I was incredulous. "Just... like... a... 'wow'?"
"Yes." Neetu blushed. "I didn't know what else to say. And then Bhola placed his hand on my ass. He actually squeezed my butt cheeks, darling! He then grabbed my right butt cheek again and pinched me!"
I didn't say anything but listened with rapt attention. My wife was getting molested by the help in her own kitchen!
"I didn't know what to say, so I said, 'Bhola, what are you doing? Your hand is on my butt!'. And Bhola just laughed! After that, he then replied, patting my butt, 'Memsaab. So many ladies in this colony have had the pleasure of my cock. And I work in your house, memsaab. It is time you experienced the real pleasure a man can give a woman.' And after saying this, he actually pinched my ass again, and then spanked it! HE SPANKED MY ASS! Then he rubbed himself against my butt, making sure his penis was way in my butt crack, before he moved away."
"Wow." This time it was all I could say. "Just... like... wow. What are you going to do, Neetu?"
My wife looked at me.
"I have a small confession, darling." She confessed. "This happened a week ago, not this morning."
"WHAT?" Now my jaw fell to the floor. "He brushed against you and copped a feel of your ass - a week ago?"
"Yes." Neetu blushed. "And every day, in the kitchen, he would do something similar. He would raise my nightie or coat and pinch my ass. He will grab a bit of my buttocks and jiggle it or give me a spanking or two. Sometimes he will just next to me and knead my bum as I cut some fruit or chopped some vegetables."
"And you just let him?" I asked.
"I know, I know." My wife shook her head. "This was moving fast, and I didn't know how to deal with it. I mean, he would hold me by the hips, press himself against me and rub against me. And he will proposition me by saying, 'For how long you will deny yourself pleasure, memsaab.' Every day now, for a week, I am being sexually molested like that in the kitchen. Whenever I go there."
And you have been going to the kitchen more often, I thought. I also realized WHY we were having sex every night for the last week. Bhola had been coming on strong to my wife, groping her, and I was the beneficiary.
"So why tell me today, darling?" I asked her. "What happened today?"
"You were in a meeting this afternoon." Neetu told me, her eyes going big as she recollected the incident. "I went to the kitchen to prepare dessert. Bhola was there, mopping. I was dressed just in a blouse and petticoat. No sari."
I waited for my wife to catch her breath.
"I stood next to the sink." Neetu continued. "And Bhola came and stood beside me. He then came and wrapped one of his arms around my waist. I didn't say anything, and soon Bhola's hand was now touching my back all over. He then cupped my ass and gave it a couple of spanks."
I was now listening with full attention, trying to picture the scene in my mind.
"He then told me, 'You have a big gaand, memsaab. A pleasure to touch. Does sahib fuck you often?'. I was surprised by the blunt question, but I replied, 'Not too often, Bhola.'"
"Why did you lie?" I asked my wife. "We are having sex almost..."
"I am not going to discuss my sex life with my servant!" My wife replied almost indignantly. "I am not a slut!"
I mean, here she was, letting her ass get fondled by our servant, but... I decided to let her continue the story.
"He then told me, 'Your husband is an idiot, memsaab. Come to my room tonight. I will show you what a real man is. You will have the best sex of your life.' He then pinched me on each butt cheek. 'Memsaab', He then suddenly told me. 'Memsaab. Place your hands on the counter. Both of them.' It was almost like an order. I don't know why, but I did as he asked, darling."
Neetu paused her story telling, got up and looked around. I knew what she wanted and gave her my water bottle. She took a few sips, and then continued the story.
"I was facing the sink, my hands on the counter, as he asked. Bhola was now behind me. His palms were now on my ass. Both of his hands were now massaging and squeezing my rear end. Bhola carefully caressed my left butt cheek, and then my right. Then he spanked me. Right there, on my ass. Four spanks. And then he once again leaned over and told me to come to his room at night. He would be up."
My wife finished her story telling and then looked at me.
"And what do you plan to do now?" I asked. My heart was beating fast. After talking so much about it, after spending so much time thinking about it, finally it was going to happen. I didn't know yet what to feel.
"I... I... I... I told him I will come to his room tonight." Neetu announced to me, her eyes sparkling. "I told him you have an early meeting tomorrow, so you are going to bed early, and I will be at his room at 1 am in the morning. I am sorry, my love. I... I... just... I don't know what I was doing."
I took her hand and rubbed it in mine.
"Relax, my love." I comforted her. "We have talked about this. Remember why we are doing it."
"I love you, darling." My wife gushed. "But now... I promised him... I will be with him tonight."
"Once you told him that," I asked. "What did he do?"
"He wrapped his arms around me from the back, and again rubbed his hardness against my back. His hands, while playing with my waist, would sometimes go up and cup my breasts. I was helpless as he liberally kissed me on the nape of my neck from behind, squeezed my breasts, while literally dry humping my buttocks. This was... about an hour ago, darling."
There was only one thing we could do.
Neetu and I had sex. Right then, right there. We were both so wound up, and she was so horny and wet, that we couldn't help getting it on fast enough. It was wild, it was loud, it was passionate.
"Oh, my love!" I gushed, as I ejaculated inside her. "Oh, my love."
"Meri jaan." Neetu kept saying. "Meri jaan."
And all I could think of was that later tonight, my wife would be repeating this with our servant. We were finally doing it.
* * *
It was 1 am at night. I stood outside my house. Unknown to my wife and Bhola, I was not in my bedroom. I was outside, just outside Bhola's room, peering in through his window, while keeping to the shadows. My wife had just knocked on Bhola's door and had entered his room. Bhola was in bed, under his duvet.
"Come closer, memsaab." Bhola instructed my wife. "And close the door behind you."
"Er... yes, Bhola." My wife shut the door and walked closer towards the bed.
"Do you want to see it, memsaab?" Bhola asked. He had a confident look about him, as if he already knew my pretty wife's answer.
"Look... I..." Neetu was embarrassed. She suddenly seemed to be having second thoughts. "I don't know... if I should be... here."
Bhola smiled and sat up in his bed.
"I know you want to see it." He said, confidently, as he threw off the covers from his body. "Come here, memsaab. Take a look."
I knew Bhola was right, of course. Neetu couldn't avoid looking at it once Bhola had exposed himself to her, and one look at Neetu's eyes, and anyone would know my wife had never seen a bigger cock in her life. She had of course seen it once before, but that was from half a room away, by the door. This time she was seeing it up in close quarters.
I saw my wife blush, immediately going crimson red. Neetu later had told me that the sight of his beautiful and long penis had immediately dampened her panties - she had started becoming wet immediately, something that almost never happened with her.
I remained hidden outside the window watching my servant complete the seduction of my wife. Thank goodness it was a moonless night, and dark, and summer, so no one would see me from the street. I saw Neetu approach the bed, walking slowly towards Bhola.
"I want you to touch it, memsaab. Stroke it and play with it." Our servant's voice was calm, deliberate, and in control, as he spoke to my helplessly enamoured wife.
"Look... I..." Neetu was still torn between her duty as a loyal wife, and her curiosity and sexual desires as a woman. "My husband is..."
"Memsaab." Bhola asserted. "Your husband is born to be a cuckold. You know it as well as I. I can see it in your eyes."
"Look... I..." Neetu was still slightly hesitant. "I am not sure this is a good idea... I mean..."
"I have seen his little dick." Bhola declared confidently. It was a bit surreal to hear our normally timid, scared, and submissive servant speak in such a dominant tone of voice. "You know memsaab that he can't give you what I can."
As if to underscore his point, Bhola pointed at his cock.
"And I am not just talking about this."
I saw that my wife's eyes narrowed.
"What are you talking about, Bhola?" Neetu asked.
"Oh, come on now, memsaab." Bhola smiled. "I heard you talk with your mother. I heard you talk with... with... sahib... your husband. We all know sahib is lacking a certain... what shall I say... manhood. And he cannot make you what is every woman's ultimate dream. To become a mother. But I can. And of course, make you actually enjoy the process."
Suddenly I saw Neetu give a quick smile. Bhola saw it too. It was as if the last vestiges of Neetu's resistance were slowly melting away. Almost as quickly as she smiled, Neetu quickly stopped the smile. She was still conflicted, but Bhola knew that it was now just a matter of time.
"Just because I want to be a mother, Bhola," Neetu continued, her eyes still transfixed on his cock, "Doesn't mean I should sleep with you, Bhola. Or any man. I am a married lady."
"Think of me as your sperm donor, memsaab." Bhola chuckled. Our servant grabbed his beautiful cock with his hand, tugging at his immense length and drawing my wife's attention even further to it.
"I think, memsaab," He added. "We all know you deserve to be a mother. You deserve all the happiness that being a mother means. And most of all, you deserve the pleasure that... I... can give you."
I could see both arousal and embarrassment across my wife's face. She was still blushing, and yet her eyes had a sort of glazed curious look to them. She was close to the bed now, her eyes fixated on our servant's cock. Bhola decided to take a chance.
He reached out and gently touched my wife's hand.
"Touch it, memsaab." He instructed, stroking her hand.
Suddenly, as if casting off the cloak of modesty that was covering her, my wife reached out with her hand to grab his big penis.
"I can't believe how big it is, Bhola!" My wife exclaimed, completely fascinated by the girth and size of Bhola's manhood. Neetu's fingers were not even able to encircle the full girth of his member. "I have never seen... I mean... I didn't know it can be this big!"
I stood outside the window, watching in stunned silence. My heart was pounding rapidly, both with embarrassment and shame as my wife praised another man's penis, and the arousal of watching my own beautiful wife with our servant. Even though we had both somewhat planned this and brought this along, could this be finally happening for real?
"It is much bigger than your soon to be cuckold husband's." Bhola confidently proclaimed. "You tell me, memsaab. Who is bigger?"
I watched as Neetu's hands cascaded up and down his giant rod, her fingers savoring the sensation of another man's penis. I watched with a lump in my throat, as his huge balls gently flopped up and down, slapping against bedsheet.
"You are right... it's so big!" She commented again, this time smiling at him, while continuing to slowly stroke him. "Much, much bigger than my husband's! Tell me, Bhola, what do you feed it?"
"Married women like you." Bhola replied proudly, which caused another shy smile to appear on my wife's lips.
My wife would later tell me that this statement of his was the one that ultimately broke down her resistance. It showed that he was not only confident of seducing a woman like my wife, but savoured the fact that she was married.
"Not to mention his penis was hot to touch," She would tell me later, "And quite hard. Every vein of his giant penis was radiating heat."
My wife continued to stroke my servant's penis. It was as if she couldn't get enough of it.
"Fuck, Bhola." I saw Neetu bite down on her lip. "I never saw such a magnificent penis! It is so sexy!"
It was clear that Neetu by now was not quite in control of her thoughts and was being driven primarily by lust. For some time, there was no noise from the bed except the gently thud of Bhola's massive balls smacking up and down on my wife's hand. The woman I loved continued to stroke our servant's cock, as if it was the only thing that existed in the world.
"It is getting bigger!" Neetu exclaimed. "Oh, Bhola. What am I getting myself into!"
I saw a grin appear on Bhola's face. He knew right then that he was going to fuck my wife.
"Memsaab." Bhola suddenly said. "Why don't you... kneel down... right here?"
My wife looked at our servant, her eyes curious. Then she began to smile a knowing, naughty, smile.
I then watched, partly in horror, partly with extremely chastening humiliation, and partly with strange erotic arousal, as Neetu began to bend down and kneel. She was going to take Bhola in her mouth! It was a sexual act that she hadn't performed on me in many months, but now Bhola was going to be the beneficiary of my wife's generosity!
"There you go, memsaab." Bhola grinned, and then patted my wife's cheeks. "Let's see how much you can take in, memsaab! Not every woman can take me in fully, but you might!"
My wife cast a defiant look at our servant, as if her femininity had been challenged by him. Neetu didn't say much, but she was now kneeling by the side of the bed, and her head slowly moved downward, her lips parting as she planted her tongue across the head of Bhola's cock. It was only a few seconds until her jaw was stretching around his girth, my wife only able to take a few inches.
I remained transfixed as I watched my wife plant kisses up and down his thick member, running her tongue across his big balls, trying to take as much of him in her mouth as she could manage.
Bhola suddenly reached down and slapped by wife on her butt.
SMACK!
Neetu froze, her lips around his manhood.
"Keep sucking my cock, memsaab." Bhola instructed in a very commanding tone, as he smacked my wife again on her bottom.
SMACK!
"Yes, Bhola."
Neetu began to give him a blowjob in earnest. She used her hands to occasionally stroke him, to give her a little break and some air, before continuing to take him in deeper and deeper. Bhola arched his head back, savoring what had to be the mind-blowing sensation of oral sex from another mans wife.
"Oh memsaab!" He grunted. "You are such a slut! Keeping sucking on my dick!"
I could see Neetu blush again, as Bhola humiliated her by calling her a slut, but she was too enamoured with his penis to care. She didn't even mind as Bhola spanked her bottom again, and again.
SMACK!
SMACK!
My wife continued to suck him for several minutes, kissing up and down his shaft, and from time to time moving her fingers downward to caress and fondle his large testicles.
"Oh fuck, memsaab. OH FUCK! AAAAAAAHHHH!" Bhola suddenly grunted.
A huge wad of semen suddenly exploded into my wife's mouth from our servant's penis. My wife closed her lips around his cock, but not before a lot of cum landed on her bosom and face, coating her cheeks, and the lingerie, with thick splatters of ejaculate. I could see her throat continuing to work, sucking and sucking and sucking, as Bhola continued to pump huge amounts of semen inside her lips.
Finally, eventually, Bhola stopped his orgasmic convulsion, grunting. My wife slowly relinquished her mouth's firm grasp from his tool, and I could see some semen trickle out and fall on to her chest. Neetu swallowed again. Such had been the initial blast that despite swallowing most of his cum, Neetu still had a sizeable amount on her face and on the lingerie near her chest area.
"My... my goodness!" Neetu uttered. "Bhola! That's a lot of cum!"
"You swallowed most of it, memsaab." Bhola commented. "Like a proper slut. I always knew you are a slut, memsaab."
I could see Neetu blush once again as Bhola called her a slut.
"Do you swallow your husband's cum too, memsaab?" Bhola asked.
Neetu didn't say anything, but I saw her shake her head. She still had cum on her face.
"Do you even give your husband a blowjob, memsaab?"
Once again Neetu blushed, and then shook her head. She didn't say anything.
For some time, no one spoke.
"Wait for ten minutes, memsaab." Bhola suddenly uttered. "I will be ready to go again. And this time... I won't waste it on your mouth. You will get what you are here for."
"I need to go... and wash my face." Neetu suddenly said. "And um... clean up."
"Use my toilet." Bhola instructed.
"Er... why, Bhola?"
"Memsaab. My toilet is right next door." Bhola replied. "You don't want the chance of your husband seeing you walk up the stairs with my cum on your face, do you?"
"Er... ok." My wife acquiesced.
"You should pee also." Bhola instructed her. "It will be good for you."
"Er... sure." My wife acceded.
"And after you are done, come straight here to me." Bhola ordered my wife. "I am not done with you yet, memsaab."
Once more I saw Neetu blush, before she stood up.
"I will be back, Bhola."
I watched as my wife exited the room. I was ready to go back inside the house if she was going back upstairs, but Neetu actually turned right... she was going to Bhola's washroom! No doubt she was going to clean and freshen herself.
Bhola and I both waited for nearly ten minutes before we heard the bathroom door open, and my wife softly walking back towards Bhola's room.
"Come here, memsaab." Bhola saw her at the door and ordered, as he patted the area next to him on the bed.
This time my wife didn't even hesitate and started walking towards the bed.
"Yes, Bhola."
I watched my own wife complete her submission to our well-hung man servant. My own penis was awkwardly erect even as shame, humiliation and embarrassment coursed through me. I was almost in a trance, peering through the window, watching as my wife Neetu slipped into bed next to Bhola, her hand immediately again reaching out and grasping at his incredible penis.
"You like it, don't you, memsaab?" Bhola grinned, as Neetu stroked him. "You can't help but touch it now."
"Yes, Bhola." Neetu nodded, her eyes fixed on his once again rapidly hardening cock. It was clear that the giant appendage was now an object of her sexual fascination. "I... I have never seen one so big!"
"It can reach areas inside you that your husband never can." Bhola smirked. Neetu didn't say anything, but blushed once again, and continued to stroke him.
My heart nearly exploded when they kissed. She turned and he pressed his lips onto hers and I saw my wife eagerly suck at his tongue.
"O memsaab." Bhola admitted, as he kissed my wife, first on her lips, and then on her cheeks. "I have been desiring you for a long time. You have been teasing me for a long time, you naughty slut! I can't wait to fuck you and cum in you and make you pregnant."
A shiver seemed to run through my wife.
"Bhola, I am yours." My wife replied, as her lips locked on to his. "Take me."
I watched, almost unable to believe this was happening, as my servant and my wife kissed passionately. This was Neetu - my wife - my beloved... the love of my life, and this was Bhola - a mere lowly servant! And she was telling him - 'take me!'
"Memsaab." Bhola chuckled, as he took a pause from sucking on my wife's tongue. "You have seen me fully naked. But I am yet to get that pleasure from you."
"Oh, Bhola." My wife giggled. "You are so naughty. I am so shy."
Bhola raised a hand. I thought in alarm that he was going to slap my wife, but then he reached for her clothes.
"Time to strip you naked, memsaab." Bhola said, as he reached down to grab the bottom of her lingerie. Neetu laughed, her own fingers wrapped around his manhood, the same penis that had ejaculated into her mouth some time ago.
"Raise your arms, memsaab." Bhola commanded.
Bhola raised the lingerie upwards, and Neetu reluctantly let go of his cock and raised her own arms, as Bhola peeled off her dress. I watched my beautiful wife, dressed now only in lace panties and a bra, in bed with my naked servant.
"Memsaab, you are so pretty, and so fair!" Bhola remarked, as he kissed my blushing wife again. I continued to watch, my own cock now fully erect and rock hard. I had to unzip my trousers, take my cock out and start to stroke it. My heart was beating fast, not only from rage or jealousy but also from lust, knowing that my fantasy, and all our planning, was just about to get realised.
As they continued to kiss, Bhola reached behind her and in one expert move unclasped her bra. Neetu gave a little scream as the bra snapped open, and then giggled as her beautiful large breasts spilled out. Bhola immediately started to squeeze my wife's boobs with his rough hands. I saw Neetu arch her head backwards and moan softly.
"I can't believe this is happening, Bhola." She repeated, looking down as our servant continued to milk her breasts. "My husband always had trouble opening my bra so quickly!"
Bhola seemed to know what to say.
"You are a beautiful woman, memsaab. You have some nice tuttay (breasts). I am sure he was distracted."
Neetu giggled in reply. Bhola then leaned forward and started sucking on each in turn.
"Oh, Bhola." Neetu gasped at the pleasure our servant was giving her. While she pulled on his cock, Bhola released a nipple from his mouth with loud smacking sound.
"Does your husband pleasure you like this, memsaab?"
"Oh, Bhola." My wife was too lost in her sensations to reply properly.
"I guess not," Bhola answered his own question, again taking the nipple back into his mouth and nibbling on it.
"Oh, Bhola!" Neetua gasped again with a gentle moan escaping from her lips. Once more Bhola stopped sucking on her tits and moved his lips towards her.
"I love your breasts, memsaab." Bhola said, as their lips once again collided in lust. As they kissed, he powerfully turned around so that my poor wife was now on her back on the bed, and Bhola on top of her, pinning her down. Neetu giggled again, her tits bouncing with her as she moved on the bed.
"Spread your legs, memsaab." Bhola ordered. "And brace yourself, my lovely slut."
Almost instinctively, shamelessly, without hesitation, Neetu spread her legs.
It was a highly erotic sight. A profound sense of humiliation washed over me as I witnessed my own wife submitting to another man, symbolically and literally opening her legs to her new and young lover.
Bhola touched her between her legs. A shudder seemed to pass through my wife. I saw Neetu close her eyes.
"You are wet, memsaab." Bhola said. It was a factual statement, and I saw Neetu blush once again.
"I am taking your panties off." Bhola told her.
"Please be gentle with me, Bhola." Neetu suddenly pleaded, as our servant pulled her panties down. Another shudder went through her body.
"Not used to a big cock, are you memsaab?" Bhola grinned, watching as waves of pleasure swamped my wife.
Neetu shook her head. Of course, she wasn't - my cock was nowhere near in size to that.
"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola sat up and looked at my wife. "Do you want me to fuck you now?"
Neetu, still trying to deal with the mini orgasmic waves rocking her body, looked at him, puzzled. She bit her lips, and her eyes wandered over to his crotch, before once again looking at Bhola. My wife nodded.
"Not good enough." Bhola shook his head. "I need you to say it, memsaab."
Neetu sighed, and then sat up. She then wrapped her arms around Bhola and kissed him on his lips long and hard. As they kissed, I saw her body shake again.
"Bhola." Neetu then said. "I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Now."
Bhola did not waste any more time. He clutched at her ass and pulled her naked body close to his. As they kissed, Bhola moved so that he was now straddling atop her. His behemoth of a cock was now nestling between her legs.
"Ready, memsaab?" He asked.
"Er... I think so. Please be gentle, Bhola." My wife pleaded.
This was the moment that I remember very clearly. This was the first time another man, a man other than me, was going to fuck my wife's pussy. This was the first time Bhola was doing it. He would do it many times more, but this was the moment that burned itself into my memory.
Bhola aimed his giant rock-hard erect cock at my wife's pussy, and plunged straight in.
"Ooooooh!" My wife gasped, almost in disbelief, as his missile like penis penetrated her body, making her head arch back in pleasure.
Slowly, carefully, inch by inch, Bhola breached a place that only I had been before, his manly length driving deeper into my wife than I ever had, to places that I would never be able to reach. Her pussy stretched, her ass squirming as she experienced a new world of sensations.
"Oh, Bhola, you are in me!" My wife Neetu exclaimed as Bhola straightened his body driving his cock deeper inside of her. "Oh, Bhola, you are in me! So deep! Oh, Bhola, you are in me! So deep!"
It was as if Neetu couldn't believe Bhola was fucking her. She never had a cock penetrated so deep inside her before and Neetu braced herself as Bhola began to fuck her cunt.
"Oooooh! OOOOOH! BHOLA!" Neetu continued to gasp and shudder, her hands clutching Bhola in the back and her nails digging into him as she braced herself. Bhola still wasn't completely inside her.
SMACK!
SMACK!
My servant smacked my wife on the side of her buttocks again, as he gently withdrew, before diving back in.
"OOOOOH! BHOLA!"
"How do you like it, memsaab?" He grunted, clutching into her rear, stuffing more of his member into my wife.
"It's... it is... so... BIG!" Neetu moaned, gasping loudly, her toes curling as her feet twitched. Neetu was so loud, but she didn't care. She was in heaven.
Bhola soon got a rhythm going. They started to fuck with passion, both of them lost to their desire, his heavy testicles slapping into her thigh repeatedly as his dick rammed into her. Neetu was squealing, her vocal pleasure hitting octaves that I didn't know existed within her, all while she bucked along with the conquering male.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
His big testicles thwacked into the clammy skin of her ass, creating a chorus of slapping that joined along with the creaking of the bed. My wife was getting the fucking of her life, and my dick was diamond hard in arousal even as I realized I was not the man giving it to her.
Neetu had fully lost control of her senses, as Bhola was now completely inside of her. She screamed in delight as she locked her legs around his waist, pulling Bhola into her. They kissed passionately as he fucked her.
"Bhola! Bhola! Bhola! Ohhh! Wowww!! Ohhh my G-G-Goddd!"
Their bodies were now moving in a frenzy as Bhola stuffed his cock in and out of her. He was now really beginning to hammer my wife into submission. Neetu's eyes began to glaze over, and her stare became distant. She grunted, breathlessly gasping incomprehensible words as her body experienced something profound.
"OHHHH I am going to cum... BHOLA!" My wife moaned.
A huge explosion rocked my wife. She raised her hand up to cover her own mouth, her arm shaking as she struggled to comprehend the intensity of the waves of pleasure that ran through her. It was almost as if she couldn't believe that her body had produced such a feeling.
Eventually, the room quieted for a moment. Her voice was delicate as she navigated the immensity of what had just occurred. I heard Neetu smack her lips together in recovery, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
"Oh Bhola. I've never cum like that before." She admitted, as she kissed him all over.
"I am not surprised, memsaab." Bhola commented, still continued to pump my wife. "I have seen sahib a couple of times. He has a little dick."
"I love your cock. You are so much bigger than my husband." My wife admitted and kissed him back. It was deeply erotic, and yet emasculating, to hear my wife say those words to another man, all while his massive penis was still embedded deep inside her.
"You still haven't cum, Bhola." My wife noted, her eyes suddenly filled with concern. "You can cum in my pussy if you like. No need to wear a condom."
"Memsaab." Bhola grinned, as he continued to fuck my wife. "That could make you pregnant."
Neetu blushed again.
"Isn't that what we want?" She grinned naughtily. "I won't tell my husband!"
"I want to do you doggy style." Bhola suddenly stated, slowly releasing his manhood from Neetu's pussy. "Don't worry, I will cum in your pussy, memsaab."
My wife nodded, rolling off of him.
"Get on your knees and face away from me, memsaab." Our servant demanded.
"Yes, Bhola." My wife acquiesced immediately, getting onto her haunches, her big ass now pointed back at Bhola.
Bhola got behind my wife and slapped his heavy manhood down onto her ass and pushed her forward so that she was bracing her stance with her forearms.
"Does sahib ever fuck you doggy?" He asked, calmly, while reaching across her back and taking her hair in his hand. It was amazing how dominating he had suddenly become. My wife giggled in response, clearly enjoying a dominant man's sexual assertion.
"Er... no, Bhola." My wife replied.
"Yet you are allowing me to treat you like this. A slut."
Neetu blushed again but remained silent.
Bhola gently pushed her forward so that she rested on her forearms, her heavy tits swinging above the cushion of the mattress. He moved behind her, laying his heavy cock along the curvature of her ass.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Once again, he spanked her, this time fully, and firmly, on her buttocks.
"Does sahib ever spank you on your big gaand, memsaab?"
"Er... no, Bhola."
SMACK!
SMACK!
"Do you like it, memsaab?" Bhola asked.
"Er... not usually, Bhola." My wife replied. "But now you are doing it... I... like it."
As if suddenly cognizant of what she admitted to, my wife blushed immediately. Bhola grinned and raised his hand.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Bhola spanked my wife a few times. I saw her ass slowly become red where he was hitting her.
SMACK!
SMACK!
"Tell me what you want me to do now, memsaab." He commanded, as he paused the spanking, and started to rub his erect dick against her bottom. "If you get it wrong I will keep spanking you."
"Er... yes, Bhola." My wife obediently replied. "I want you to fuck me doggy style with your big dick and cum in my pussy and make me pregnant."
"Very good, memsaab. I will not spank you now." Bhola responded, slapping his shaft up into the folds of her pussy, massaging her lips open, and then slowly penetrating her once again.
"OOOOH BHOLA!" Neetu moaned in pleasure. "I love you."
Even as she said that I saw Neetu blush again. Why would she say, 'I love you'? It must have been in the throes of lust. Even Bhola chuckled, as he continued to fuck her.
"Really, memsaab?" He grinned. "You are a married lady, and I am your servant. And I am fucking you doggy style. Like a bitch. You are a slut, memsaab."
"Oh, Bhola." My helpless wife murmured, as Bhola continued to plough into her. I saw Bhola raise his hand again.
"I do want to spank you, memsaab. You have such a nice ass. I like fucking you like a bitch. And bitches get spanked."
SMACK!
SMACK!
He spanked her a few more times, even as my wife began to rock her body.
"Oh, Bhola." She pleaded. "Please cum in me. Please!"
Bhola pushed her down while still grabbing her hair and began to thrust in and out of her. She groaned in response. He once again slapped her right ass cheek hard.
SMACK!
"Oh yes!" Neetu squealed. "OH YES! SPANK ME! FUCK ME! CUM IN ME!"
Bhola slowly pumped into her, his large arms grasping onto her waist as he fucked my wife from behind. Neetu lowered her head, her hair cascading across her face, her breasts swaying from Bhola's thrusts.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Bhola slapped her rear once more, causing her to flinch in pleasure. He began to increase his tempo, the sounds of their naked skin slapping together becoming louder along with the creaking of the bed frame.
"Oh! Oh! Yess! Yess! FUCK!! I'm going to cum again!!"
SMACK!
SMACK!
Bhola slapped her ass again, pulling her hair back as he once again felt her pussy convulse and tighten down on his cock. Neetu was squealing now, her mouth uttering meaningless phrases as another orgasm rocked her body. Bhola was now fucking her powerfully, their naked skin continuing to slap into one another.
"I love your cock. Oh, Bhola, you are amazing!" Neetu gushed. "Your cock is so much bigger than my husband's. It feels amazing!"
"Sahib and his little dick can't compete with me." Bhola grunted, his heavy balls slapping into my wife's ass at a faster pace, their sweaty skins clinging to one another in heat.
"Of course not!" My wife then uttered the words that would forever be seared into my conscious. "Never. That little dick can't make me cum like you do, Bhola."
"Whose pussy is this, memsaab?"
"It's your pussy, Bhola." My wife replied. "You are the bigger man."
SMACK!
SMACK!
"I am not just bigger than your husband." Bhola said, his balls beginning to slap into my wife's ass with faster pace, as he smacked my wife's ass again. "He can't also fuck you like I can, memsaab."
My wife nodded her head in agreement.
"He could never fuck me like you, Bhola." She replied, her eyes closing as yet another wave of pleasure overwhelmed her.
"He's a loser, your husband." Bhola taunted me, even as he continued to fuck my wife. "He's a real loser. He has a wife who's a real fine piece of ass, and he can't even fuck her properly. What a loser!"
As he continued fucking my wife, Bhola smacked Neetu again on her ass.
SPANK!
SPANK!
"Memsaab. You are now my slut." He hissed. "You are now my woman. You will come to me every night to be fucked."
"Yes, Bhola." My wife nodded. "I'm your married slut. I will be here every night for you to fuck me, Bhola. Fuck your memsaab. Cum in your memsaab's pussy, Bhola."
Suddenly I could see Bhola's veins bulge.
"Memsaab. I am coming. In your pussy."
"AAAAAAHHHHH!"
Neetu's eyes rolled to the back of her head as I saw her fingers claw into the bed spread, her tits slapping together as she bucked back into her lover. Truly spent, she collapsed into the mattress even as she smacked her large ass back into her lover, her beautiful body shuddering in profound pleasure as our servant continued to pump ropes of his cum deep into her womb. Bhola's muscles continued to strain, all while he bucked powerfully, grunting as he finished inside of her.
This would be the first time Bhola had ejaculated in my wife's cunt. It wouldn't be the last.

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They both fell forward onto the bed, fully drenched in sweat, and totally spent.

"Oh wow. Memsaab." Bhola finally uttered. "That was incredible."
My wife smiled, turned around and kissed him deeply.
"Oh Bhola!" She spoke, her lips brushing across his. "You can cum in my pussy, or my ass, any time."
Neetu continued to kiss him tenderly all over his face.
"Oh, memsaab." Bhola chuckled again. "I can see you enjoyed it as much as I did!"
It was clear that Bhola was enjoying the fact that he had sex with my wife, a married woman, and that too his malkin - his boss's wife. And not just that, he had made her cum, and that she was now helplessly slobbering all over him, kissing him profusely.
"Bhola, my husband never made love to me like this!" Neetu confided in him. "And I have never been with another man other than him."
Neetu sat up in the bed. I could see that she now felt a little bit embarrassed from her loss of control and the exertions that followed. She was trying to collect herself now, and her eyes moved around looking for her bra and panties.
"What are you doing, memsaab?" Bhola asked, as Neetu got out of bed. His eyes were still taking in her sight - my wife's beautiful curves, her waist, her long legs, her big breasts, and her ample bottom.
"I... I... I have to go, Bhola." Neetu stammered. "Your sahib... he is in bed... and I don't want him to wake up and wonder... where I am."
"No, no." Bhola scolded her. He also stood up and walked up to her. "You can't go just like this. Are you going to go take a shower now in your bathroom?"
"Er... yes, Bhola."
"Then come and join my in my washroom. We will shower together."
Over my wife's objections, Bhola forcefully took her to the servants' bathroom and turned on the shower. I moved from the window that was overlooking into his room and made my way to the small exhaust window that was the bathroom. I could stand on my toes and make out what was going on inside.
My naked wife Neetu and my equally naked man servant Bhola were now both in the shower. He was washing her all over, while she was washing him, even as both were under the shower. Both of them were soaping each other.
"Oh, Bhola!" My wife gave a small scream as Bhola fondled her tits. "You are so naughty!"
"I can't help it, memsaab." Bhola said, as he then reached down and fingered her cunt. "You are such an item! A proper maal! I want to fuck you again!"
"Oh, Bhola." My wife closed her eyes, even as her own fingers wrapped around Bhola's dick. She soaped him there, and then caressed his balls. All this had its effect on both of them. They were now furiously soaping each other while kissing passionately. I could see Bhola was now very hard (again!), and my wife's nipples were perked up and erect.
"Oh, Bhola!" My wife couldn't hold herself any longer. She turned around, placed her palms on the wall and braced herself. "Please take me."
Bhola did not wait a moment longer, and he entered her from the rear. The combination of my wife's tightness and wetness took him over the moon. Soon once again he was pounding away at my wife and she was pushing back at him as he entered her.
He started squeezing Neetu's breasts and fingering her nipples.
"Oh Bhola." My wife murmured. "How are you so good!"
Bhola kissed her shoulders and her neck as he continued to move in and out of her.
I couldn't control myself anymore. For a long time I had my dick out and had been stroking it. Now I started to cum. Right there, outside my house, in the back lawn, looking at my servant fuck my wife in the bathroom, I started to cum.
Neetu was now muttering incoherent babbles and her body was convulsing as she too was beset by an orgasm. And soon I heard Bhola utter his guttural groan.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" He cried out, as he began to ejaculate in my wife. He humped her a few times to make sure all of his seed went inside her.
I finished cleaning myself up and looked inside. Bhola and Neeta were now kissing deeply, and Neetu had shoved her tongue into Bhola's mouth. She held on to him and would not let him go. Bhola caressed her backside and patted it. Finally, my reluctant wife washed herself again and let go of our servant. Both of them cleaned and wiped themselves and put on their clothes.
I knew it was time for me to go back to my room. Very quickly I ran across to the front door, silently got inside, and got to the stairs before my wife had even come out of the bathroom. Very sneakily, and yet fast, I took the stairs two at a time and made it back to my bedroom. I snuck into bed, covered myself up with the blanket, and waited.

I didn't have to wait long. Almost five minutes later, Neetu walked into the room.
"Darling." She called out softly. "I am back. Are you awake?"
I turned and slowly got up, and stretched, pretending to have just woken up. I then looked at my wife.
Since she had just taken a shower, she looked fresh. Her hair still had some wetness to it that made her even more alluring. Yet as I got up from bed and walked up to her, I could see the telltale signs of sex on her.
There were small bite marks, on her neck and breasts. When she turned around, I saw that her ass was still reddish, where Bhola had spanked her. And of course, she had a glow on her face that only a fulfilling session of sex could produce.
I was now next to her. Neetu was blushing, and I found that she was unable to meet my gaze. Poor girl - she must be feeling so conflicted! I decided to put her at east. Quite suddenly I grabbed her in a tight hug and kissed her, thrusting my tongue into my wife's mouth.
"Oh Gopal" My wife mumbled. "What's gotten into you!"
I then pulled her down to the bed and made her lie down.
"Oh, Gopal." Neetu was still behaving shy with me. "I... I am so conflicted, my love. I don't know what to say."
"My love." I tried to soothe her. "Please don't feel bad. We both agreed on this. You should definitely not feel guilty about it."
For some time, no one spoke. Then Neetu sat up in bed and looked at me.
"You should know that I love you, Gopal." She began. "What happened between me and Bhola... well... it is physical. But it is purely physical. I need him... I need him for a reason. But I have no feelings for him. I love you. You are my husband."
Was she telling me, or trying to convince herself? I didn't say anything to that.
"I love you, my love." I once again leaned in to kiss her lips.
We kissed each other for a long time.
"I have to ask you some questions, Neetu." I told my wife. "I want to know exactly what happened."
"Er... is that wise?" Neetu raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to know every detail?"
"Yes." I nodded. "Please tell me, frankly and honestly. Everything."
"Why, Gopal." Neetu tried to shield me. "I am your wife. It may... be... too much for you... to deal with."
"No." I was firm. I didn't tell her I saw everything, but she had to know there would be no secrets of this affair between us. "Tell me, how was the sex?"
"It was... so-so." Neetu lied. "I mean... he was nervous. I was nervous."
I looked at her.
"My darling." I pointed out. "You were gone for two hours."
Neetu finally broke down.
"Please don't mind me saying this, Gopal." She pleaded before she began. "Don't get me wrong. I love you, and I love having sex with you. But Bhola! It's not even a fair comparison to you, my love. The man has a gift. His penis - it is so... so... so magnificent! So big. So... hard."
I could see Neetu's eyes glazing over even just talking about it.
"How was the sex?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"Honestly?" Neetu asked me. "Why, Gopal? Do you really need to know?"
"Yes, absolutely."
"Honey, I can't even begin to describe the sex." Neetu gushed. "You have never even come close to fucking me as good as Bhola did right now. I mean... I had good sex from you... no doubt... but Bhola was on another level. I had an orgasm so intense that I literally lost control of my body. It was amazing! My goodness, I'm getting soaking wet just thinking about it! I am... sorry, my love. You did want to know."
Whatever I was feeling internally, I gave her a big smile and grinned.
"I am glad you enjoyed it, my love." I said. "Tell me, did you give him a blowjob?"
Neetu cast her eyes down, and then nodded.
"I am sorry, honey." She began. "I know I haven't done that for you for some time. Er... I can give you one right now."
"Did he force you?" I ignored her desperate attempt to pacify me and continued my questioning. "Did he make you do it?"
"Oh no." Neetu quickly defended Bhola. "I just... wanted to. I took his penis in my mouth... I just felt like it. I loved sucking and tasting his erect penis. It was so big!"
Once again with the size!
"Did you have trouble taking him in, since he was so big?"
"Um... at first, yes. It was difficult. There was some pain initially when he first pushed the mammoth penis into me. But later on, I fully lost control. Darling... you don't know how many times I managed to cum... it was so intense!"
Once again, none of us spoke for a bit.
"Did he cum inside your pussy?" I finally asked. "After all.. that's why you were there."
Neetu nodded.
"He ejaculated very deep into me. Almost in my womb. And... um... when he ejaculated, we had an orgasm together. He was almost able to time it so well. And we did it twice. So, I have two loads inside me."
"Neetu." I suddenly said. "I have to fuck you now."
My wife looked at me with surprise, but she didn't say anything, only nodding. As she lay back on the bed, I removed her panty, and placed a finger in her cunt.
"You are wet." I declared, and I saw her blush again. Just talking about Bhola had gotten her wet.
I positioned his own penis at the entrance of my wife's vagina and thrust myself into her.
I fucked her for about three to four minutes. It could... rather it must have been... my imagination, but it almost seemed as if her vagina had suddenly become enlarged, and I wondered if she could even feel me. I was sliding into her very easily, and it wasn't tight at all. After three minutes, I couldn't control myself anymore.
"Neetu, I want to cum."
My wife nodded, almost absent mindedly, as I began to ejaculate into her. I could see her grimace a bit, but she didn't say anything as I humped her. Her poor pussy! It had seen a lot of action that night.
Afterwards, as we laid back, I turned to Neetu again.
"My dear." I told her. "Your cunt really seems to have enlarged after getting fucked by Bhola. Do you wish to continue your affair with him? After all, how long are we talking about for you to get pregnant?"
My wife was silent for some time before speaking.
"My darling." She began. "You know this thing takes time. I may be pregnant already, or it will take a few more. You know... sometimes... it takes a few months to get pregnant, even if the man is virile!"
I raised an eyebrow now.
"A few months?" I repeated. "I... I... I thought it would just be a... maybe a couple of times, and that's it."
"Oh no." Neetu replied. "I may have to go to him every night... for at least two months!"
My wife took my hand in hers and stroked it.
"Is that ok with you, my love?" Neetu spoke in a soft voice. "Remember, I won't do it if you don't agree. I love you very much, and that is most important thing for me."
I smiled and kissed her again.
"It is perfectly fine with me, Neetu." I answered. "I want you to be happy. Let's make you a mother. Just... keep it... discreet, you know. Bhola must never know that... I know."
"Of course, my love." Neetu wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply, rolling her tongue into my mouth. "I am so lucky and so proud to have you, as my husband."
* * *
Four... no, five months have now gone by since that night. It is now the sixth month, and then it would have been three years from the time Dr Das first told us we couldn't be parents.
Five months where almost every other night my wife Neetu would make her way down to my servant's room to get ardently fucked by him for almost two hours straight. And on most of those nights I would be there, unknown to her and her lover, watching them from outside the house. I would masturbate watching them make love. I was taking care of my own cock while my wife was taking care of another man's cock... several times.
It had become almost a routine. We would go to bed, and it would be all so normal. We would snuggle and kiss and make out for a bit. Sometimes we even had sex. We were actually having sex more often. I guess Neetu felt a little bad for me, so I got lot of pity fucks.
However, even when I fucked her, I knew she was really thinking about Bhola. If I have to be honest, any woman would be lucky to have sex with our servant. It wasn't just his giant cock, but the fact that he knew what to do with it. He would play with Neetu the way a violinist plays with his instrument. By the time he was done, Neetu was a helpless wet mess, moving from orgasm to orgasm, and desperately hooked for the next time.
This is why, around 12.30 am in the morning, just past midnight, Neetu would get up. She would freshen up, put on a fresh lingerie, fresh underwear, and then give me a kiss.
"I am off to get pregnant, darling." She would say, laughing a bit, before leaving the room. I would allow her a few minutes, before I too would sneak out. And then stand outside my servant's window, watching him completely ravage my hapless wife for the next couple of hours.
Bhola was becoming more and more assertive as a lover, and strangely Neetu seemed to be loving it. After three weeks of fucking my wife, he made a strange request one night.
"Memsaab." He requested. "I have to slap you please."
"Slap?" My wife was incredulous. "Why do you want to slap me, Bhola?"
"You will like it." Bhola confidently answered. "It will be a playful slap, don't worry. Jyoti memsaab used to love it when I slapped her during our lovemaking. Nausheen baaji also. She used to ask me all the time for it. Bhola, please slap me, she would beg. And I would slap her. Hard too, not soft. Even Komal didi, you know, the maid next door... she likes getting slapped by me too. I used to give her ten slaps at a time, memsaab."
"Er... ok." My wife was still not sure, but she complied. "Lightly, Bhola. After all, you have started to spank me quite hard now."
"And don't you like it?" Bhola countered. "The other day, when I spanked you in the kitchen, you were so wet!"
Neetu couldn't say anything, but she blushed a bright red in reply.
And thus, the following night, was the first time Bhola slapped my wife. She had just gone down to take him in her mouth, and his penis had popped out of her lips for a minute. Bhola patted her on her cheeks.
"Tsk tsk! I am going to slap you now, memsaab."
My wife, already in heat, kneeling down on the floor, looked up at Bhola, and nodded.
SLAP!
It was not a hard slap, but not a soft one either. Bhola raised his hand and again calmly struck my wife across her face, this time with the back of his hand.
SLAP!
"Please pay attention, memsaab." Bhola scolded her. "Go back to sucking my cock properly."
SLAP!
"Yes, Bhola. I am sorry, Bhola." My wife nodded, suddenly unable to meet Bhola's gaze. She was blushing furiously as she took her lover's cock again in her mouth, after being slapped like that by her own servant.
From that day on, Bhola would slap my wife every night. It started with one or two slaps, and then three and four, and then Bhola would pretty much slap her at will. I noticed that he did whatever he wanted with her. Neetu would not say no. She was up for anything, so enamoured she was with him.
One night I was watching them do it.
Bhola had just climbed into the bed, spread my wife's legs open and pushed his hard cock into Neetu's pussy. She grunted loudly at the swift invasion.
"Oh memsaab. You are already so wet!" Bhola exclaimed. "It sure feels good stretching your tight little twat! You are a proper slut."
"Oh, I am your slut, Bhola." Neetu answered.
"You talk too much." Bhola grinned. He raised a hand and slapped Neetu twice.
SLAP!
SLAP!
I watched as my wife's legs began to wrap around Bhola's hips and her arms went to his neck.
"I always knew you like it rough, memsaab." Bhola grinned. "You are that Sati Savitri type, but I could see it in your eyes. You like the big, strong types taking you, don't you? You are a proper slut, especially when you get slapped."
SLAP!
SLAP!
Neetu didn't deny it. In reply to the slapping, she was pressing her hips hard at Bhola, and her breathing was coming in loud gasps and moans. She was clinging to him with all of her strength.
SLAP!
SLAP!
I had my cock out, and as my wife began to orgasm, I too started to shoot my own load. It was surreal standing outside every night listening to my wife getting fucked by our servant. And getting the fucking of her life.
"AAAHHHHHH!" I heard Bhola moan. I knew by his grunting that he was now cumming, and Neetu was stroking his back as he enjoyed his orgasm.
Sometimes I wondered if Bhola was stretching my wife's cunt beyond recovery with all that sex. When Neetu and I had sex, she would sometimes jokingly say that she could hardly feel my tiny dick. I mostly worked from home, but whenever I would go to the office, I knew Bhola had his dick buried inside my wife. It kept me turned on all day at work to think of what he was doing to her in my absence. Whenever I was out of the house, it seemed Neetu's mouth and cunt and ass were open for business, however and wherever Bhola wanted them.

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One thing about Bhola. He certainly had stamina, energy, and amazing recuperative powers. Every night, he would fuck my wife at least thrice, including once in the ass. Sometimes she would give him a blowjob too. And the time he spent with my wife every night was getting longer and longer, and Neetu started going to his room earlier and earlier. Soon he was fucking my wife, over and over, from 11 at night until the wee hours of the morning.

Despite all that sex, Neetu was not becoming pregnant.
"It's OK, darling." She told me after the third month, when she once again had her period. "These things can take time. I have to keep trying."
Bhola's attitude around the house started to change also. He was becoming more assertive, and less obedient and respectful, towards me. He always seemed to have a smirk on him. It was as if he was enjoying the fact that I was in the house and he was still fucking my wife behind my back, making her cum haplessly all the time.
He would often mock me even as he was fucking Neetu.
"Does sahib make you cum like this, memsaab?" He asked Neetu one night, when she was sitting on his rod, shuddering as her body went through an intense orgasm. In reply my wife wrapped her arms around him and kissed him for a full minute.
"No, my dear Bhola." She answered. "You are so much more of a man than my husband. You do things to me that he can never do."
"I slap you." Bhola grinned. "And I spank your ass, memsaab."
Once again my wife kissed him.
"Bhola." She replied. "As long as you fuck me like this, you can do anything you want to me. I am your slut. Slap me. Spank me."
I even spotted them doing it during the daytime, once or twice. Once I had gone to the kitchen, and I guess they hadn't heard me come down the stairs. I heard some moaning and groaning coming from the kitchen, so I tiptoed and peered in. Neetu was at the sink, her nightie rolled up, and her panties pulled down, and Bhola was shoving his huge erection in and out of my wife's asshole! I stood there, stroking myself, watching my servant take my wife in the butt. She even cleaned his cock with her mouth after he came in her ass!
When the fifth month came and went, Neetu told me that Bhola wanted to expand things in the bedroom.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"He wants to invite his friend to join him. Just for one night, he said. Only for this one night. It's a special occasion for his friend, he said."
"And what did you say?" I questioned her.
Neetu gestured helplessly.
"I said yes." She replied. "I thought, why not? Maybe it will actually help Bhola impregnate me. So that's why I said, why not?"
Why not indeed?
* * *
"Now remember," Neetu reminded me. "You are supposed to be completely knocked out asleep. I told Bhola I have given you a strong dose of sleeping pills and you will be fast asleep."
"Yes, I remember." I replied.
"Aw... you are hard." Neetu placed a hand on the lump in my jeans. "My baby is hard, thinking about his wife getting fucked silly by a servant and his friend."
Neetu giggled as she rubbed me.
"Don't worry, my love, your baby's going to take care of you as soon as she gets back."
"Can I at least stand outside the door and listen, Neetu?" I pleaded.
"Well." Neetu bit her lip as she thought about it. "I don't want any risks. So don't go downstairs, but I guess you can hide near the top of the stairs and listen."
"Yes, dear."
We kissed passionately before Neetu had to reluctantly withdraw.
"Wish me luck, darling. I have no idea who this 'friend' of Bhola is. Or what they are planning to do with me."
"Yes, dear. Relax and enjoy yourself. Just remember to use a condom."
"Yes, my love."
Just for a moment I wondered where we had come in six months. Six months ago, I was the only man my wife had ever been with. Now, I had just permitted my wife to go and get fucked by two horny lower class servant men. Knowing those type, they were probably looking forward to gang banging her, violently fucking such a prime high-class lady (a gori chitti mem) her in all of her holes. And I was telling her, relax and enjoy.
Neetu left the room. She didn't shut the door behind her. A moment later, I slowly tiptoed out of the room and made me way to the stairs.
The house was pitch dark. I stood near the foyer in front of the stairs, flattened myself against the wall in the shadows, and strained my eyes. I could see Neetu at the foot of the stairs, waiting. A hall light came on, and I could see Bhola now walk towards Neetu.
They hugged. I could feel an acute sense of shame as I saw Bhola's hands go around my wife's body and squeeze her fleshy buttocks. He then pressed his lips against my wife's juicy lips and they French kissed for a long time. His hands were now roaming all over her body, paying particular homage to her jiggling breasts.
"So," Neetu playfully asked Bhola once they stopped kissing. "What's the plan, Bhola? What are we doing tonight? Are you fucking me first or we are waiting for your friend? When is this friend coming? Let's go, I am excited!"
Bhola's response shocked me. It must have stunned Neetu as well. He slapped her hard, twice.
SLAP!
SLAP!
The sound of his hand meeting my beautiful wife's cheeks ricocheted through the empty house like pistol shots. Here was my servant, a man who lived in my house and fed on my scraps, treating the love of my life like a two-dollar whore.
SLAP!
"Memsaab!" Bhola roared and slapped her again. "I told you this will all happen my way. Don't think you can order me around now as well after ordering me around all day! You were particularly hard on me all day."
"No, no, I am not." I could see Neetu fighting back tears as she tried to find an excuse. "Of course not, Bhola. I am so sorry, Bhola."
"Come." Bhola wrapped an arm around Neetu's waist, his arm resting on her bare skin. "Let's go. Tonight you will be a proper slut. A kaamwaali bazaari aurat."
"Yes, Bhola."
Bhola was leading my wife to his room. His hand was on her waist, and occasionally strayed down to my wife's butt. Once or twice, he pinched Neetu's butt cheeks slightly. Once they were near his door, he then turned to her.
"Memsaab," He told Neetu, cupping one of her breasts, and getting absolutely no resistance from my wife. "My friend will soon be here. I have told him both you and sahib are away, so he doesn't know you will be here. I told him to come and watch some movie with me, so he has absolutely no idea what we have planned."
"Yes, Bhola." Neetu spoke very deferentially. She already seemed very aroused at the way he was man handling her and his complete and total control of her.
"Now let's go inside. When he is here, I will go get him." Bhola said.
"Do I know him?" Neetu asked.
"I think," Bhola laughed, "You will be surprised also as to who he is."
I watched as the two entered Bhola's room. I wanted to follow them and listen outside their door, but Neetu had expressly forbidden me. Should I go outside the house by the window? It could be dangerous, but I wanted to see!
I decided to take a chance. This 'friend' would come any time through the front door, so I quickly crept to the kitchen, and opened the back door. Making sure there was no one in the yard, I quietly stepped out and gently shut the door. Sticking to the wall and the shadows, I crawled my way towards the side of the house where Bhola's room was, and his window.
"Good, you are there!" I suddenly heard a noise and froze. It was Bhola!
He was talking to someone who was at the front door! Pure good luck that I had decided to exit through the rear door, otherwise I would have been caught. I tried to peer through the bushes and get a good look at the 'friend'.
It was Bashir, the watchman who patrols our neighborhood! He was supposed to be at the gates, and here he was, in our house, meeting our servant.
"Any trouble getting your manager to cover for you, Bashir bhai?" Bhola was asking him.
"Not today." Bashir grinned. "Tomorrow is Halloween, and we have to do double shifts. With all that trick or treating here in the community, and these parties. So today my manager was a little relaxed. As long as I am back in two hours, I should be good."
"Good. Now come inside, Bashir bhai."
The two entered my house, and Bhola shut the front door. I immediately ran, stealthily, to Bhola's window. I didn't want to peer in yet, but curiosity got the better of me. Thankfully it was a cloudy night, with no moon, so it was quite dark. There was a small lamp inside Bhola's room, and it was lit, so I could see inside clearly from the shadows, without them spotting me outside.
Neetu wasn't inside! I rubbed my eyes and looked in again. Where was she? I looked around, and the small exhaust window nearby caught my attention. There was a light in the washroom that Bhola used, next to his room. Neetu must be there. Bhola must have hidden her in the washroom as a surprise for his friend.
Bhola's room had a study table in a corner with a chair. I had given him that to do some studies in his off time, and a small used laptop, which was now on the table. Bashir got in and made himself comfortable on that chair at the table.
"Do you have some fresh porn?" He asked, as he pressed a button to bring the laptop out of the sleep mode.
"I got something even better." Bhola grinned. I saw him at the door, wave to someone - probably Neetu.
I was right.
Bashir was now at the chair, surfing the internet on the laptop, when Neetu entered the room. He jumped up as soon as he saw my wife, and his face was as white as a ghost.
"Memsaab!" Bashir exclaimed. He was shivering, the poor man. "Bhola said that you..."
"Bashir bhai!" My wife was surprised to see him there. "What are you doing here? Are you the friend? I thought..."
Before Neetu could complete her question she felt a hard smack on her buttocks.
SMACK!
Bhola had spanked my wife hard on her bottom.
SMACK!
"Bhola!" Bashir was aghast at seeing Bhola spank Neetu, a housewife in this gated community, and one of the people that paid his salary. "What are you doing? She is your malkin."
Bhola started to laugh. He walked behind my wife and hugged her from behind, his hands resting on top of her blouse, on her chest and squeezing her boobs.
"Hear that, memsaab? You are a very respectable malkin." He laughed while groping Neetu's breasts and patting her buttocks.
Neetu stood still, not knowing what to do even as Bhola continued to molest her.
"You seem puzzled, Bashir bhai." Bhola grinned, as he tweaked my wife's breasts.
"I... I..." Bashir seemed lost for words.
"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola's voice was very dominant. "Turn around and face me. And kneel down on the floor."
"Bhola!" Bashir was once again aghast, seeing Bhola order my wife around like that. To his surprise, my wife nodded and turned around to face Bhola.
"Yes, Bhola." She obediently went down on her knees, and then looked up expectantly, waiting. Bhola patted her cheeks. I knew what was coming.
SLAP!
Bhola had raised a hand and calmly struck my wife sharply across her face.
"Bhola!" Bashir was aghast. "What are you doing?"
Bhola paid him no heed and raised his hand again.
SLAP!
"You see, Bashir bhai, your malkin is a slut. A nice, fine, slut." Bhola answered, as he struck my wife across her face again.
SLAP!
"She pretends to be a high class memsaab when all she is... is a slut. A slut that needs to be fucked every day."
SLAP!
Neetu's cheeks were now very red. She was biting her lip, but gamely she hung on as my servant continued to slap her.
SLAP!
"She has been coming to my bed almost every night." Bhola continued. "For the last four to five months. Pretty much every night."
SLAP!
"And I have been fucking her every night for these months. Even as her husband, the cuckold, sleeps upstairs, unaware of his wife's debauchery."
SLAP!
"She's a married lady, but she has no shame coming here to get fucked properly by me. Her mere servant."
SLAP!
Bhola patted Neetu's cheeks.
"And today... I want to share this slut with you." Bhola then walked over to Bashir. "It's Halloween tomorrow, Bashir bhai, so I am just giving you an advance candy."
Suddenly it was all clear. These people, the servant, and the watchman, who didn't partake in our rich people's festivals like Halloween, was now going to have a party, and my wife was the party treat. The "candy". Neetu was going to be Bhola's gift to Bashir. He, a mere night watchman, was going to have sex with one of the malkins of the community, and that too in her own house.
"Memsaab." Bhola ordered my wife, patting her cheeks again. "Please stand up and get on the bed. And get on all fours. I want you on the bed like a dog."
"Yes, Bhola."
Neetu did as he asked, with her hips pointing towards Bhola and her face towards Bashir.
"Now, Bashir," Bhola said with great fanfare. "Let us unwrap this slutty candy."
Bhola removed his own pants and underwear. His giant cock, half erect, immediately jumped out into view. He seemed to have no qualms about getting naked in front of Bashir, and Bashir didn't seem to be fazed either. It seemed to me that they had done this before - share a woman between them. Except that this time, instead of some hooker, the woman they were sharing was my wife.
Bhola climbed into the bed. He reached below my wife's stomach and undid the knot of the sash that held her nightie together. He then rolled up the nightie, so it was at her waist, showing her small panty and her big ass.
Then Bhola dug the fingers of both of his hands into my wife's panties and pulled them down to her thighs. Neetu's ass and cunt were now exposed, and I could see Bashir was now softly stroking his crotch area, watching his friend strip my wife.
Without a word, Bhola slid his cock into my wife's pussy from the rear.
"She's so wet, the slut." Bhola announced, and I could see Neetu blush. Without further ado, Bhola started to fuck my wife like a dog.
"Oh, Bhola." Neetu murmured helplessly as she started to rock her body in rhythm to our servant fucking her.
Bashir by this time had recovered his sense and stood in front of my wife. His fly was unzipped.
"Memsaab." He commanded. "Pull down my pants."
Even as my wife was getting fucked in the rear, she looked up at the watchman and nodded. With one hand she got his pants down, exposing his penis. It was big and long, but not as long as Bhola's, and nowhere as thick.
Bashir climbed into the bed and knelt in front of Neetu. He then patted my wife on her cheeks, just like he had seen Bhola do. My wife looked up at him.
SLAP!
Bashir had slapped her!
"You will take my cock in your mouth, memsaab." He said and slapped her again.
SLAP!
Neetu nodded quickly. She opened her lips and took Bashir's cock hungrily into her mouth, licking and slurping as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft.
"OOOOOH YES! Memsaab!" Bashir let out a long groan as Neetu started sucking on his cock.
I watched the love of my life getting treated so roughly by two low class men. Usually Bhola stripped her fully nude before fucking her, but this time my wife's nightie was still bunched around her hips and her panties at her thighs. Bhola kept ramming into her cunt and Bashir kept his cock inside her lips. I could see from my wife's shuddering body that Neetu was experiencing an orgasm, but her usual moans and yelps were muffled by Bashir's cock stuffed into her mouth.
Bashir held Neetu's hair in his fist, pulling her head up and down on his erection.
"OOOOH, memsaab! That feels so good." He grunted. "Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm loving it, memsaab."
Neetu's head was bobbing as she sucked Bashir in and out of her mouth. She was moaning with pleasure, but again the noises were muffled since she had his cock in her mouth.
"Her tits are so firm." Bashir exclaimed, as he reached out and roughly tweaked Neetu's breasts.
"And her ass is pretty good too." Bhola said. "Proper memsaab ass."
As Bashir watched, Bhola inserted one, then two, and then a third finger in her anus. He then took them out and raised his hand. As Bashir watched, getting his cock sucked by my wife, Bhola brought his hand down and struck my wife loudly on her buttocks.
SPANK!
I could see Bashir was now beginning to climax as his body started to shudder. It was clear that Neetu's lips were too much for him and he wasn't going to last long.
"Oh, memsaab, you're good!" Bashir grunted. "Keep that up, now. Oh, yeah. Now, listen, you slut! I'm getting ready to cum and I want you to swallow every drop of it. Do you understand?"
Neetu looked up at Bashir and quickly nodded. Meanwhile Bhola spanked my wife again.
SPANK!
Even as Bhola kept assaulting her rear, Neetu realized that Bashir was soon going to cum in her mouth, so she opened wider, and raised one hand to hold on to the watchman's waist.
SPANK!
Bhola kept spanking my wife even as Bashir started to fill her mouth with his cum. His hips started to jerk and stiffen up as he had his orgasm. I could see Neetu's throat working as she swallowed his cum.
"OOOH THAT WAS SO GOOD!" Bashir exclaimed as he finished emptying his load into Neetu's mouth.
No sooner had Bashir finished, Bhola too began his orgasm, and started flooding my wife's cunt with his jism.
"AAAAAAHHH!" He groaned.
Bhola stopped spanking Neetu and gripped her waist as he deposited his huge load in my wife's quim. When he was finally done, Bhola pulled his cock out of her rear and climbed off the bed. Bashir too climbed down from the bed, leaving my wife who now plonked down on the bed on her belly, her eyes glazed, and her buttocks very red, looking exhausted.
"Thank you, Bhola." Bashir, still looking as if he couldn't believe this had just happened, was muttering. "Thank you so much."
Bhola laughed and gave my wife's ass a resounding slap, leaving a small red mark.
"Bashir bhai, we are just getting started." Bhola grinned. "Memsaab is a fine piece of ass, and you still have one hour and thirty minutes left. I am going to show you exactly what this married slut is capable of. Let's go out for a quick smoke."
They were going to exit for a smoke!
I decided I had enough. Neetu was right, I didn't need to see this. It was too risky, and I could get caught as these men were exiting the room. I had to move quickly. Making my way very carefully but promptly into the house, I took the stairs two at a time, and climbed up to the second floor and rushed into my room. And not a minute too soon. I heard voices as Bashir and Bhola exited the house to smoke outside.
After freshening up in the bathroom, I decided to go to bed and wait for Neetu. I wasn't planning to go to sleep, but somehow my eyes shut and before I knew it, I was asleep.
It was nearly three hours later that I was awakened by the sound of the door to our room opening. Since I had fallen asleep, I had no idea how much time had passed until much later. The door opened and Neetu walked in.
"Neetu!" I stood up in alarm. "Are you all right?"
Neetu was a mess. Her hair was dishevelled. Her lipstick was smudged, and her makeup was smeared. She was stark naked, her nightie or her bra or panties nowhere to be seen. Love bites covered all of her body. Her face had red marks, as if she had been slapped, and her buttocks too were bright red, usually the result of a good spanking from Bhola.
"Don't worry, I am fine." Neetu entered the room and shut the door. "I need to freshen up. Take a shower."
Once Neetu had taken a shower and cleaned herself up properly, she came to bed where I begged her to recount what had happened to her.
"It's not much to tell." Neetu told me. "His friend was Bashir the watchman. I was basically used like a sex toy by them. For the last three hours, they took turns. Whatever they wanted to do to me, they did, and I let them. Don't worry... Bashir wore a condom."
Neetu briefly recounted the scene that I had seen from outside Bhola's window, but without some details. For example, how Bhola had slapped her. The fact that she was slapped was never shared by her to me.
"Bhola fucked me in my pussy, but doggy style." Neetu recalled. "And then I gave Bashir a blowjob. Once they had both cum, we took a little break. The boys went out for a smoke and then returned."
"Bhola told Bashir, 'Memsaab has the greatest pair of tits I have ever seen on any woman. Her nipples and areolas are of the perfect size.' Neetu recollected, blushing. "And Bashir then agreed. 'Memsaab's breasts are perfect,' He said. 'My own wife has big tits, but her nipples are also quite big which I don't like much but memsaab's ones are just too perfect. I could suck them all night.' As they continued to crudely discuss my body, I was again becoming wetter and wetter."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"I told them, 'You can suck on them. They are all yours.' And Bashir practically jumped on me."
"Bashir bent down and basically sealed his lips over my nipples. Bhola didn't do anything but watched us. I was moaning with pleasure and threw my head back as I felt Bashir's tongue flicking my nipple. I had to put my hand at the back of his head and pull him closer. He kept sucking one boob and then the other, even as I grabbed his cock with my left hand and started jerking it. Soon we were both so turned on, again, and this time, he fucked me."
"He pushed me on to the bed." Neetu described. "I lay down on the bed and opened my legs wide. With my fingers I spread open my pussy lips for Bashir to see. He whistled and licked his lips. And then he got up and positioned himself over me, and... well.. you can imagine."
"Was he good?" I asked. "Bashir, I mean?"
My wife looked at me, and then nodded.
"He wore a condom, as I said, thankfully." She said. "He started slow - pushing his cock inside. Once the head was inside, he started shoving his full cock inside my pussy. It took just a couple of shoves to bury his cock completely inside me. He slowly drew his cock out right up to the edge of my pussy and again slowly inserted it. He fucked me with steady strokes, with decent speed. Long and slow. Bashir was taking his time fucking me. When he finally came, I had already orgasmed twice."
"Then Bhola pulled me over into his embrace and started pawing me all over, playing with my tits, my nipples, and rubbing my pussy. I also fondled and kissed and licked his sweaty body." Neetu told me. "Then he told me he wanted to fuck my ass. So, I spent about five minutes with him in my mouth, bringing him back to an erect state. I felt Bhola was now ready. I got on all fours. He lined up his dick and the pounding started. Soon that room was filled with the sounds of our skins slapping. Bashir watched as Bhola came in my ass."
Neetu looked at me.
"Do you want me to continue, darling?"
"You can summarize." I finally replied. "I... I don't need the full details."
"They took a little break." Neetu continued. "Then for the next hour or so, they had their way with me. They took turns to fuck me, cum in my mouth, or even double penetrate me. Finally, they said as a punishment for being a slut, I must walk back naked to my bedroom. They were not giving me back my nightie. As far as they know you are knocked out anyways, so it wouldn't matter. I begged and begged, but they wouldn't. So, I am now here. I am guessing Bashir took my nightie and my panties home as a souvenir."
* * *
Despite the antics of the previous night, Neetu woke up early the next morning. It was a Friday, and I was dropping her off at her mother's place. She was going to spend the whole day with her before I picked her up again in the evening.
Neetu was taking an unusually long time in the bathroom. Finally, I knocked on the door.
"Everything ok, darling?" I asked.
The door suddenly opened. Neetu looked at me. She was dressed in just her bra and her panties. She had a sudden bemused expression on her face.
"Darling!" I became a little alarmed. "What happened?"
Neetu's face broke into the most beautiful smile I had ever seen on her. She suddenly showed me something in her hand.
It was a pregnancy test.
It took me some time to understand that there were two lines there. It was a positive test.
My Neetu was pregnant!
We hugged. Neetu was crying now with happiness, and I was gently stroking the back of her head. We were finally going to be parents!
We kissed for a long time, before Neetu finally turned to me.
"I was late this month." She admitted. "I should have had my period almost ten days ago. So... I always suspected. But today... this proves it."
"So Bhola is definitely the father." I told her. "Not because of what happened last night. And you also said Bashir used a condom."
Neetu blushed and kissed me again. It was long kiss.
"Darling." She told me, softly. "I want you to know one thing. Even if Bhola is the sperm donor, I want you to know that I will always consider this baby to be your child. As far as I am concerned, you are the dad. Bhola is just a sperm donor."
"Of course, my love. We both wanted this."
I was a little bit silent, still absorbing the news, and how it would change our life. Neetu noticed my silence.
"My jaanu." She said, her voice shaking and nervous. "Is... the... fact that this is not your sperm... is this going to be an issue?"
I looked at her. Then leaned over and gave her a kiss. A prolonged kiss.
"This is my child, and my wife is pregnant. Today is a day to celebrate!"
"Oh, babydoll." Neetu gushed, throwing her arms around and kissing me deeply. "My darling!"
We held each other's hands and kissed again. We continued to kiss until I couldn't take it anymore. Neetu realized this and put her hand on my pants. She unzipped me and inserted her fingers into my underwear.
"Darling." I croaked. "If you continue..."
"Hush, babydoll." Neetu said, softly continuing to stroke my manhood and kiss me. I couldn't take it anymore and erupted in her hand.
"Darling." Neetu went to wash her hands in the sink. "You know... about Bhola... now we have to do what we planned."
"Yes, dear, I know." I replied. "Let me drop you to your mother's, and then I will deal with Bhola."
* * *
Poor Bhola never saw it coming.
Neetu and I had made this plan a long time back when she had started to fuck Bhola. We knew that if she became pregnant, it would be risky for Bhola to be in our lives. He should not even know that she is pregnant.
So, after I had dropped off Neetu, I called Bhola to my study. He came in, all smug and smirky.
"Ji sahib?" He said, as if my servant was doing me a favour by coming to my study when I had called him.
As usual, whenever I dealt with him, I had a confused and convoluted mix of feelings inside me. This ordinary low-class servant had actually fucked my wife almost every other day for the last half a year and had finally made her pregnant. I had to deal with a man who had been fucking my wife on a regular basis, with a larger cock, in my own house, behind my back. Neetu did things with him that she never came close to doing with me, and she let him do things to her that I could only dream about. Bhola was quite rough at times with her, and Neetu willingly went along with him.
Now, however, Bhola was going to feel the full effect of my power as his boss.
"Bhola." I was blunt and straight to the point. "There is a bus this afternoon, in about three hours, heading to our village. I want you to be on it."
His face fell. I never saw a man before so shocked in his life.
"Sahib, what is the matter?" He immediately climbed down from his high horse; all smugness gone.
"Your memsaab and I are going abroad for three months." I lied to him, using the story I had carefully rehearsed with Neetu. "We are going for some treatment, and so this house will be on rent."
"Oh." I could see Bhola was trying to process all of this, but I didn't give him time.
"We finalized everything this morning." I told him. "I am going to give you three months salary as a bonus, for all the years you have been with us, as well as salary for this month, even though it's not fully done. Please start packing everything of yours so you can be on that afternoon bus."
Once I had shown him that tantalizing carrot of the extra money, Bhola didn't say much, but went off to pack. He didn't have anything of his own except for his clothes and a few personal items - most of the things in his room such as the furniture etc. all belonged to us. Thus, he could fit everything in two suitcases very easily.
"Sahib," He came to me later. "Will you hire me back when you are back here in three months?"
I gave him a long look.
"I don't know, Bhola." I told him. "Honestly, things are very uncertain. I might even sell this place and move elsewhere. You keep looking for a job. If you find one, take it. I have given you three months salary, so you should not worry. Use that time to look for another job."
Bhola was gone within a couple of hours, and I called Neetu.
"Can you talk?" I asked. "Is saasu maa around?"
"I can talk." My wife answered. "Mama just stepped out to the grocery for a bit. And I also took the time to visit Dr. Das. I just returned actually, so I am alone in the house."
"Oh. Good that you got to see Dr. Das. What did he say?"
"He was surprised, of course. He thinks it's yours." Neetu giggled. "But initial check up is good. He now has some follow up appointments for me. They also did ultrasound. It looks like I conceived two weeks ago."
"Oh, wow. So almost half a month done already."
"Yes." Neetu then took a deep breath. "So far so good. But the first trimester, you know. He said I may soon start getting morning sickness."
"What did saasu maa say?" I asked.
"She was very happy." I could almost hear Neetu's grin over the phone. "I mean, she didn't ask too many questions, so she thinks it's one of her ideas that worked. I also told her we visited a guru. Guru Bhola."
We both laughed. The Neetu's voice turned serious.
"Everything taken care of?" She asked me. "With respect to our Bhola?"
"Yes." I told her. "Did he try to call you?"
"Yes." Neetu laughed. "I had put my phone on silent, so it went to voice mail. Poor guy."
"Are you sure you will be ok, my love?" I asked Neetu. "After all, you were with him every other night, and sometimes... during the day..."
There was a bit of silence, before I heard Neetu give a small, embarrassed laugh.
"You saw us, I take it, in the kitchen, a few times?" She asked.
"You could say that." I replied.
"He was incorrigible." Neetu clarified. "He simply couldn't get enough of me. He would come up to me in the kitchen and say, 'Memsaab, bend over'. And I would, even though I knew you were in the next room. He would lift my dress and pull down my panties, and then spank my butt a few times. Then he would finger me until I was wet. And then he would enter me from behind."
"I have seen that, a few times." I admitted. "I thought I told you to be discreet."
"I know, I know." Neetu sighed. "But... he made me go into a strange headspace. Sometimes, we would be in the dining room, and you were watching TV next room. He would make me go down and giving him a blowjob. Right there. And then, with his cum inside my mouth, I would go to you and say, 'come, darling. Dinner is served.' He got some strange fun out of that."
"Not the dining room?" I was shocked. That was quite out in the middle of the house. I could have seen them any time.
"Once we even did it on the dining table." Neetu confessed. "I was wearing a shirt that day. Just the shirt. Bhola came from behind me and grabbed me. His hands automatically went to my breasts as he pushed me face down on the dining table. So, there I was, bent over the table, wearing only a shirt but with my bum naked, wet, and ready to be taken. Bhola dropped his pants, pulled out his prick and started to fuck me all in seconds. It happened so fast!"
Neetu suddenly stopped talking. I felt there was something she wanted to say to me, but she was holding back. I decided to ignore that for now.
"This is why I am asking will you be ok?" I repeated. "You will go from sex all the time with Bhola to suddenly hardly any sex, even with me."
"Darling." Neetu gushed. "What was with Bhola was purely physical. I enjoyed, yes. I will not deny. But I had a purpose - to get pregnant. Now that it's done, I have already put him out of my mind."
I talked with her for a few more minutes, and then hung up. I now had the whole day to myself before heading in the evening to my mother-in-law's place.
"I am going to be a father!" I realized.
The next few hours flew by as I took care of a few chores around the house, watched a movie, went to the gym, and then showered. Finally, it was time to pick up Neetu. As I headed out, I decided to stop by the pharmacy. It was at Iqbal's pharmacy, and this was the one we used for all our medicines and drugs all the time.
"Sahib, how are you?" Iqbal the pharmacist greeted me.
"I am good, Iqbal. I am good." I told him what I needed. "I need some vitamins, Iqbal. Those pregnancy vitamins. My wife is pregnant, and I know you have those supplements you give to pregnant women."
"Of course, of course." Iqbal was beaming. "And congratulations, sahib! May this child be full of good news and blessings for you!"
"Thank you. Thank you." I felt happy. "We are married for a long time, so finally."
Iqbal smiled at me as he handed me the vitamin boxes.
"You are very lucky, sahib." He exclaimed. "Bhabhi stopped the pills just last month, and already you are blessed with good news. For some couples, it takes months."
It took a moment for what he said to sink in.
"Er... pills?" I asked. "What pills?"
As far as I knew, Neetu was not on any medicine.
"Oh, the birth control pills." Iqbal replied nonchalantly, as he went back to behind the till to ring me up. "You know... Neetu Bhabhi told me last month when she came... she said... to no longer keep the birth control pills for her. She said you guys were now trying to have a family. She used to take those pills every month. And now, a month later, just a month after stopping, you already have good news!"
"Yes... yes. Of course." I murmured slowly. My head seemed to spin as I paid for the vitamins. I was still moving very slow as I bid Iqbal good-bye and headed out of the store towards my car. As I sat in the car, I started to process what he said.
So, Neetu had been taking birth control pills! She had been taking them all this time, for months, and only stopped last month! No wonder she had become pregnant only now... it was because she had stopped taking those pills.
So why was she on birth control, even though we were trying to get her pregnant with Bhola? And did Bhola know?
As I started the car towards my mother-in-law's house, I began to laugh. Neetu's words came back to me.
Darling. What was with Bhola was purely physical. I enjoyed, yes. I will not deny. But I had a purpose - to get pregnant.
Like any new thing, Neetu was fully enamoured with Bhola, and addicted to sex with him. She wanted it to continue and continue, so she had wisely gone on birth control. If she wasn't pregnant, she could keep having sex with him. But once the novelty of having passionate taboo sex with the servant had worn off, she didn't lose focus of her original intention. So hence she stopped the birth control and gotten pregnant.
I laughed to myself again. I will be fine. My wife will be fine. She had a temporary fascination with Bhola, but it was now gone. And Bhola was now gone, and she was good with that. For all of Bhola's smugness, Neetu had calmly used him, and then discarded him when it was no longer convenient. She knew she was my wife, and she was now focused on becoming a mother to my child.

It is time I started to focus on becoming a father as well.
We were going to have a baby.
I love my wife....

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"Honey! Babe! Darling!" My wife Neetu looked at me with her beautiful big eyes wide open. Her face indicated she was serious. Even though we were now in bed, and the lamp was still turned on, and I could see a curious look in her eyes.

"Yes, dear?" I tried to smile.

"There's something bugging you." Neetu snuggled closer to me. "All day long I have noticed it. Now that Sahil is asleep, you can tell me what is on your mind."

She pressed her lips against my cheeks and then my lips, kissing me hard.

SMOOCH!

"Ah... nothing, darling." I lied. I knew I would have to talk about this sooner or later but right at that moment I didn't want to. Neetu, however, wasn't going to back down.

SMOOCH!

"There IS something." She said, kissing me again. My wife was now rubbing her whole body against me, and her left hand had already made its way inside my boxers. My nuts were now in her hands, her fingers deftly stroking my rapidly hardening manhood.

"My love! It's nothing really." I tried to reason, but Neetu wasn't listening. She was fumbling with my boxers and the small buttons, and suddenly my cock sprang free. Neetu expertly grasped my penis and started to stroke it.

"You are going to get a Neetu special today." Neetu grinned at me, while stroking my penis. "What every man wants. A blowjob from Neetu."

I could no longer hold myself. I was like putty in my wife's expert hands.

"My love ... I ..." I was mumbling. "There is a wedding ... my Tau's daughter ... my cousin Rashmika ... in the village ... end of December."

Neetu looked at me with a triumphant grin, and then expertly flicked my cock with her tongue.

"I thought so! Go on." She nodded, her voice in a commanding tone. She then put her tongue on my balls and slowly started to kiss them. I was in heaven. It has been a while since Neetu had given me a blowjob.

"My dear." I croaked, as Neetu opened her mouth wide and slowly started to take my cock in. "I know we have avoided going to our village in these last seven years, but ... my family ... is insisting ... we attend ... my ... cousin's ... wedding."

Neetu did not say anything. Her hands had wrapped around my hips, and one of her fingers went in my ass, as I drove my cock even deeper into her mouth. Her tongue was dancing on my shaft, and of course I knew could not hold out for long.

My wife Neetu knew exactly how to trigger me, and she also knew how I wanted a blowjob to end. As she continued to suck on my dick, one finger was in my asshole, while the other was expertly caressing my balls.

I surrendered to my sensations. As a man, and as the husband of a vivacious wife like Neetu, I wanted to last long, but Neetu gave me no chance. She mercilessly kept touching my balls with the tip of one finger, while the other played with my asshole, and her tongue and lips gnawed on my pecker.

"Oh dear." I muttered, as within two minutes my hips began to buckle, as I started to helplessly ejaculate inside my hungry wife's mouth. Neetu kept her finger firmly on my ass, her throat muscles working continuously as she swallowed my whole load, her nose almost brushing against my pubic hair. Finally, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and took a deep breath. She had a smile on her face, like the cat that ate the canary, and yet there was not a drop of cum on her lips. My slutty wife had not only made me cum within two minutes, but also swallowed every drop of my cum.

"Was that so hard, my love?" She asked as she licked her lips, and then kissed my penis. "Are you that worried about me reacting to having to finally go to your ancestral village, that you needed a blowjob to ... pardon the pun ... spill the beans?"

"Oh boy." I was still exhausted and catching my breath. I loved my wife. "That was ... wow. Thank you, babe."

"You don't need to thank me!" Neetu grinned and kissed my now gradually softening penis. "You are my husband. I love you. And I love this little dick of yours."

"Little dick". It had been sometime since she had used that phrase. Almost six and half years.

Almost as if she knew what this meant.

I looked at Neetu. She had a sly grin on her face, even as she gently touched my penis.

There was no other way to say it - my wife Neetu, despite her age, was still a beautiful curvaceous woman. Neetu had become pregnant when she was thirty-three, and now our son Sahil was six years old, and Neetu a forty-year-old woman. Yet, if you didn't know this, and ignored the two gray hairs she had, you would guess she was still in her thirties.

Neetu had put on a few pounds since her pregnancy, but it made her more alluring in my eyes. Yes, there was some love handles, but Neetu always wore her sari, showing her belly and her waist, which only made her love handles even more attractive. I just wanted to kiss and suck on her waist and tummy all day long.

Some of the weight had gone to her buttocks, making them slightly more protruding. Her sari always clung firmly to her ass, and I could not help myself but spank her on her plump buttocks every time she walked past me. She did pretend to be offended and always chastised me, but I knew she liked it.

As she did seven years ago when someone else did it to her all the time.

My wife's breasts seemed to have grown a size larger since she had become a mother, which gave her now a busty look. Neetu however still maintained a regular exercise regime, with morning yoga, and followed a proper diet. That meant that despite the increase in pounds and her buttocks, she still had a svelte vivacious figure with big breasts, and hips gradually widening leading to nice looking buttocks that jiggled with every step she took. She was the proper sexy Indian aunty that you would love to take to bed - what I call the "Mrs. Jenny Kakkar" look.

Of all the mothers who dropped their kids off to college in the morning, it was my wife who still managed to turn heads every time she walked. Every sway of her big ass and every bounce of her big jiggling boobs attracted hungry attention from desperate men eager to check out her svelte figure, even if she was fully clothed in a winter jacket. Fathers, teachers, janitors, drivers, engineers - they all lusted after Neetu. I have seen many a man involuntarily turning to ogle, almost by reflex, when my wife walked past them.

Even though ours was an arranged marriage, I only had one thought when I first saw Neetu - I wanted to fuck her. Even when she was a young woman, she had that "Oh Sir please do me now look". And now, as a forty-year-old woman and a mother, that look was only amplified. Every time I thought of my wife, I wanted to bang her.

And we fucked often. Neetu was a dutiful wife, and she treated it as her religious obligation to indulge me whenever I wanted sex. Just like now ... she went ahead with a blowjob. Which Indian wife would do this?

Sometimes I wondered what Neetu really thought of me now.

I was ten years older than her and had just celebrated my fiftieth birthday recently. I had a more pronounced pot belly than before, and my hair was gradually thinning. Sometimes when we went to restaurants, Neetu was often mistaken as my daughter, even though we are only ten years apart. I tried to do yoga with her, or stick to her diet, but found it tough.

I am what I am. Her fat, older, husband who loved every bit, every pound, of her.

As Neetu snuggled to me and we both laid back on the bed, she caressed my chest.

"My love." She spoke softly, her hand on my belly. "We always knew we had to return to that village one day. After all, how long can we make excuses?"

I knew she was right. When Sahil was born, it was understood we wouldn't go to the village because he was a young baby who could get sick. As he grew up, we made my work and the long distance an excuse, especially after we moved to Canada. But now it was winter holidays, with Christmas and New Year, and my office was closed for three weeks. Sahil was six years and healthy. It was pleasant weather in our South Indian village, not too hot or too cold, and there was no excuse for not attending the wedding of my cousin Rashmika, the daughter of my father's older brother. The whole family would be there, and as Rashmika's oldest cousin, I was expected to be there as well.

"Do you think he will be there?" Neetu asked me.

He could only be one man. The main reason we had avoided visiting our village for the last seven years.

Seven years ago, when we lived in India, we lived in a big two storey detached house in the suburbs. We had a manservant called Bhola who had been with us for more than three years, and he lived in his own room downstairs. Seven years ago, when Bhola was just a twenty-two-year-old lad, and he and my wife Neetu began a torrid and passionate steamy love affair that lasted for five months.

For those five months, almost every other night, my wife Neetu would make her way downstairs to our servant Bhola's room and ardently get bonked by him for almost two to three hours straight. And on most of those nights I would be there, unknown to my wife and her well hung lover, watching the two have sex, standing outside the house like a loser, peeping in through a small crack on Bhola's window. I would masturbate watching my own wife and my lowly servant make love. I should be mad at the situation, but watching my young wife service her well hung lover's cock was a huge turn on. I was taking care of my own cock while my high-class wife was taking care of a low-class man's cock ... several times.

I had to admit - Bhola was God's gift to women. In addition to my wife, he had successfully seduced and gone to bed with several other married women in our colony. When Mrs. Jyoti Gill's husband was in Dubai for one year, our servant Bhola was soon fucking the young and horny Mrs. Gill in the afternoons. When our neighbour Nausheen's husband had a stint in Kuwait, she too succumbed to Bhola's cock. In fact, Nausheen's son who was born sometime later was of a different complexion than both of his parents, and I suspect that Bhola was the true father. In all, from my knowledge, my servant Bhola had apparently seduced and fucked seven women in that colony.

My wife became the eighth, and the one with whom he had the longest affair, and the woman he fucked the greatest number of times. It was easy since he lived with us, and my wife was his Malkin, so he had easy access to her. He fucked Neetu in his own bed in his room, and then later in our kitchen, and then in the dining room, and on some rare occasions when I was away ... on our own marital bed. In fact, I think he had fucked my wife in every room in our house.

Bhola certainly had a talent - he was hung like a horse, he had incredible stamina, and he very much enjoyed fucking another man's wife, especially in her own house. It wasn't just his giant of a cock, but the fact that he knew what to do with it. Women, especially other men's wives, were like putty in his expert hands.

His sex sessions with my wife were wild, loud, passionate, and rough. He would play with Neetu the way a violinist plays with his instrument. He was insatiable, getting ready to go again merely ten minutes after ejaculating. By the time he was done, Neetu was a helpless wet mess, progressing from orgasm to orgasm, and desperately waiting for yet another fuck from the servant. In one night, he would fuck Neetu 5 or 6 times, regularly giving my wife 2-3 orgasms for each one he unloaded in Neetu's pussy or mouth. And many times, her ass. Neetu never liked getting fucked in the butt, but she had no restrictions with Bhola.

There was one thing, however, that was different about Bhola's affair with my wife, and all his other affairs with other wives.

Unknown to Bhola was the fact that Neetu and I had carefully planned this little affair of hers. Yes! My wife was cuckolding me with my full knowledge and permission. We needed a donor sperm to get my wife pregnant since my own swimmers weren't up to the task. I was dutifully handing my own wife over to another man to be impregnated.

This is why just past midnight, every other night, Neetu would freshen up, put on a fresh lingerie, fresh underwear, and then give me a kiss.

"I am off to get pregnant, darling." She would say, laughing a bit, before leaving the room. I would allow her a few minutes, before I too would sneak out. And then stand outside my servant's window, watching him completely ravage my hapless wife for the next couple of hours. In some ways it was pathetic of me; I was standing outside in a puddle of my own cum, watching a lowly servant use my wife as a sex toy to fulfill his deepest and most perverted sexual fantasies. And mine.

For those of you who had cuckold fantasies - and I was one - it can be surreal when your wife is finally having sex with another man. For me, it seemed to happen so fast. It seems like a minute ago Neetu and I were talking about a sperm donation the natural way and within a short amount of time, I am standing outside my house watching him confidently mounting my wife. The first time I watched as his manly cock entered her and Neetu began moaning to his virility is forever etched into my brain. Neetu never screamed like that with me, and I know she never will.

Bhola simply did whatever he wanted with my wife. Neetu would not say no. She was up for anything, so enamoured she was with him - and his cock. Bhola would regularly fuck her in the butt, and then Neetu even cleaned his cock with her mouth after he came in her ass! Bhola would even slap her, hard, on her face, making her cheeks red, and Neetu would let him and then show him the other cheek! By the end of their affair Bhola was slapping her quite often.

Despite the promise of being completely honest with me about her affair, Neetu kept certain things from me. For example, she never shared the fact with me that Bhola regularly slapped her, in fact, and slapped her hard.

Bhola would also spank her roughly on her fleshy buttocks, making them crimson red, and she would remain bent over, allowing him to spank her again and again. Bhola would call her names, like randi, slut, and others, and Neetu was up for it. Even this she never told me - of how he spanked her - but I have seen that she would let him do anything - anything - even share her with a friend of his.

One night, Bhola and his friend Bashir the guard basically used my wife like a sex toy. For over three hours, they took turns to roughly bonk my wife, cum in her mouth, or even double penetrate her. Whatever they wanted to do to Neetu, they did, and she let them completely have their way with her. She was their whore. So dominant were they that after they were done, they sent her back to bed completely naked, keeping her clothes as some sort of souvenirs. Neetu had to crawl upstairs to our bedroom fully in the nude.

That was the last time Bhola had fucked Neetu. Bhola and Neetu's affair lasted five months. The morning after, Neetu announced to me that she was pregnant. And then, of course, Neetu and I carried out the second part of our plan.

That very morning of the day we found out about Neetu's pregnancy, I immediately fired Bhola. I did not even give him a full day, but just a few hours, to get out of my house and return to the village. I did give him three months extra salary, and Bhola departed that very same day. He had no knowledge that Neetu had stopped taking birth control pills and was now carrying his child.

Neetu moved in temporarily with my mother-in-law Neelam, and she was there for the first trimester. In the meantime, I sold off our house and bought another place close to my office. I worked mostly from home, but on the days that I had to get to work, the commute was now much better. This also allowed us to cut ties from our old colony, and any women who may also have had affairs with Bhola. It also stopped us from seeing Bashir the guard. As for our former neighbors, we hardly kept in touch.

Neetu and I were now fully devoted parents to be. When Sahil was born nine months later, we had pretty much forgotten Bhola, Bashir and the whole saga. The one thing we didn't want to do was return for any visit to our ancestral village.

You see, Bhola was from my village. In fact, his family was distantly related to ours. It was my mother who had first asked me if I could employ Bhola, when he was just 19 years of age, since his family had lost everything due to a flood, and whatever income Bhola could send back home would help them. It was perfect timing - we also needed a servant, and I told my mother I can employ Bhola for a year. He could live with us.

That one year became two years, and then three - and then Bhola and Neetu had their affair. Soon after Neetu's pregnancy and our move, I got a job in Ottawa, Canada, and it was too good of an offer to refuse. Sahil was one year old when we immigrated to Canada from India.

I was on work permit for a year, and then we applied to become permanent residents of Canada. Just last year we all took our citizenship oath - we were now Canadians.

Ever since we had moved to Canada, we had somehow managed to avoid returning to our village, since there was a chance, we could run into Bhola. Whenever we visited India from Canada, we always stayed in Chennai, and I booked some hotels or resorts where my parents, or Neetu's mother, could join us. I also had the grandparents come over to Ottawa to spend time with their grandson on long visit visas. Thus, there wasn't any pressure on us to visit our ancestral village.

However now there was a wedding, and the whole family (my side) would be there. We simply had no excuse to avoid the visit.

"Do you think he will be there?" Neetu repeated. I took a deep breath.

"He will probably be there." I reasoned. "He is family, however distant, and on weddings you invite all the relatives, especially the poor ones. Bhola's parents are too old to travel, but I am sure Tauji will invite Bhola and his younger brother Bunty."

"Bhola has a brother?"

"Yes. Bunty must be what ... like ... 23 now. And Bhola must be ... 29. Or thirty."

"Hmm." Neetu didn't say anything much. I am sure she was thinking about what had happened seven years ago between her and Bhola.

"Why did you wait this long to tell me?" Neetu finally asked. "I mean, it's already November, and our December holidays start in a month. Tickets will be expensive now."

"I know." I admitted. "I was trying to think of an excuse, or something. But today Papa called me and said Tauji would mind terribly if we didn't come."

"Hmm." Neetu once again snuggled close to me and kissed my neck, while slowly shutting her eyes and relaxing. "I guess we can go. It's been nearly seven years after all. Is it because of Bhola that you were hesitating?"

"Yes." I was honest. "Do I want to run into the man who had wild animal sex with my own wife in every room of my own house for five months? Not really."

Neetu laughed and stroked my chest again. Her hands then went towards my manhood.

"You are getting hard just thinking about it, my love." She stated.

"If we do run into him, what will you do?" I asked, ignoring her statement and the truth it contained. "I am sure he must ... I mean I would ... he must want to pick things up ... from where they had ended. Will you again sleep with him?"

"Hmm ... darling. How crude you are!" Neetu answered lazily, fingering my balls. "Do you have any faith in your wife, babe? I am not some whore of Baylon. As you yourself admitted, I was getting the fucking of my life every night. I gave that ALL up so I can have a kid and family, with YOU."

"I know, my love." I kissed my wife. That much was true.

"Then again ..." Neetu naughtily continued. "If you think Sahil now deserves a brother or a sister, I could cuckold you again ..."

I kissed my wife on her lips. I don't know why I did that then. Suddenly the talk was too erotic, and I felt I had to kiss her.

"My dear wife." I told Neetu. "You know I love you so much."

My wife, somewhat surprised with my sudden declaration of love, kissed me back.

"Yes, my love." She replied, and then added, "So ... do you we should try for a second kid? After all, Bhola may be there ... and I know you would love being a cuckold again. You ... with your little penis!"

We fucked again.

It was a wild, passionate, steamy fuck that left us breathless at the end. There was also no doubt as to why we fucked. All though the sex Neetu was teasing me about doing it with Bhola. Again.

Later, as my wife drifted off slowly to sleep in my arms, I remained awake. I was trying to think of what exactly could happen in case we ran into my wife's old lover. Would Bhola want to renew their affair? After all, he was of the servant class and my wife was a memsaab. There was every chance he would look to fuck my wife again. As I said, if I was him, I would.

And what about Neetu? Would my wife actually want to rekindle their passionate affair, again? That time she needed to get pregnant, but what excuse would she give if she wanted to go to bed again with him?

If you think Sahil now deserves a brother or a sister, I could cuckold you again ...

In my mind, there was no doubt that Neetu would want to fuck him again. Yes, my wife did love me and my family, but she would not be able to resist a holiday fling with Bhola. He had that kind of pull on her. She would justify to herself, and to me, that it was just sex, and I was OK with it before.

So, more importantly, did I want that to happen? As I shut my eyes, I had to honestly admit to myself - I didn't know. Did I want to be a cuckold, again?

It scared me. I realized I had to take control of the situation, otherwise a scandal could backfire spectacularly on us. After all, my whole extended family would be there.

I made a mental note to make some calls to India in the morning.

I snuggled against Neetu and hugged her tightly. We had about a week left for our India trip, and most of the packing (and some of the shopping) had already been done. Our accommodations in the village hadn't been fixed yet, but I wasn't too worried. Some last-minute adjustment would be made by my cousin Manav, the bride Rashmika's brother. I had already spoken to him on the phone - he was the main organizer and planner of the wedding. If we couldn't stay in the main complex where others were staying, we could stay in some hut nearby rented from a villager in the village. Our son Sahil was very excited of course, and so were we. Going on a holiday, especially halfway around the world, is always thrilling.

My tongue found my wife's lips and we kissed deeply, exploring each other's mouths with passion. Neetu moved her arms around my back, and slowly, gingerly, caressed my behind, cupping one of my butt cheeks.

"Oh, my love!" She moaned, as I started to slide against her body, slowly going down on her. I knew she loved that.

My face came to her breasts, as I licked each nipple and sucked on them gently. She pushed my head down further as I inserted my tongue into her navel and covered her tummy with kisses.

"Oh, baby." Neetu crooned as I pulled down her panties, stripping my wife completely naked. "You just know how to get me going!"

"I am making you ready for India." I grinned, as I rubbed my face against her inner thighs.

"Oh, my love." Neetu moaned. "What you are doing to me now ... I will follow you anywhere."

My wife's pubic hair hit my nostrils as my tongue flicked out. She hadn't shaved for some time, I realized, and her bush was quite thick now. This was unlike Neetu, who would shave regularly. Still, I didn't care. I now started to lick her clitoris, something that I knew was guaranteed to push her off the edge.

"Oh ... my ... Gods." Neetu was mumbling now, her body rubbing against mine as she writhed with pleasure. "O Siva! Babe!"

My face was now between into her thighs, and Neetu was gushing like a waterfall. I knew she couldn't hold out for long. Each lashing of my tongue provoked further moans of ecstasy and secretions of her love juice. Soon my face was glistening with her dampness. I kept inserting my tongue into the folds of her vulva and swirling it around her love hole. With a final shriek, Neetu started to cum.

"OH MY GOD! O SIVA! OH YES! OH YES!" Gripping my head in a vice-lock with her thighs, and holding my ears firmly in her hands, Neetu bobbed up and down in the throes of her orgasm. Finally, after oozing out huge amounts of wetness, she subsided. She also let go of my ears, which by now were stinging.

"Wow." She remarked, finally catching her breath. "Wow ... just like a ... wow."

"You are the wow." I told her. "So beautiful. So elegant."

Neetu laughed at my corny joke and beckoned me for a kiss. I slow crept up her body. My wife cupped my wet face in her hands and kissed me, despite her own slime on my lips. We French-kissed deeply, rolling our tongues into each other's mouth. Neetu reached down with one hand and grabbed hold of my rigid shaft. Slowly, sensuously, she started to stroke me.

"Ready to put your little dick into use, darling?" She asked me, with a coy smile.

"Yes, my dear."

Again, that term. It's been almost seven she had used the term 'little dick', I thought. And now she was using it everyday. It was almost as if she was preparing me for being a cuckold.

"When we go to India, my love." As if reading my mind, Neetu brought up the topic, as she continued to stroke me, "We will meet Bhola. The man who had made you a cuckold. Seven years ago."

There was no mistaking the sudden twitch in my cock as Neetu recounted the incident of her affair.

"Er ... yes, my love." I replied. "I know."

"He will want to fuck me ... your wife." Neetu gently mouthed the words as she blew a kiss towards my dick. Her hand maintained a firm hold on my hardness.

"I ... guess ..." I mumbled, as I started to get more and more aroused. "Which man who meets you does not want to fuck you, my love?"

"But Bhola is special." Neetu grinned, as she continued to stroke me. "This slutty wife of yours has already been unfaithful to you with him, and I don't think I can say no if he comes on to me again. He will want to make me his slut, and I ... will be ... his slut."

"I ... guess ..." I mumbled again. There was something definitive in the way she said it.

"He goes so far inside me, my love, that I can hardly feel you afterwards." Neetu continued to tease me. "He refers to you as a 'cuck' when he is fucking me. He shoots his seed deep inside me. He makes me feel like doing things with him I could never do with you. Oh, your little dick is getting hard again thinking of me and Bhola! You are enjoying this!"

"Um ... not really ..." I tried to lie. "Do you really need to sleep with him again, my love?"

"Yes. Unlike you, Bhola can fuck me several times in one night. I just cum so much more with him." Neetu continued to tease me, as she nibbled at my ear while stroking me. "Our last affair was very exciting for him too, of course. He was your servant, but still he was using your wife as a fuck toy and a cum dump. His own malkin!"

"Oh, my love." I couldn't contain myself anymore. I climbed onto her, and with one push I had plunged my hardness into her. I was by now so aroused by our talk, that I knew I wouldn't last long, nor did I try to. A couple of strokes and I exploded in my wife. Neetu casually stroked and caressed my buttocks as I emptied my cum into her. She was smiling - she knew now that I was vulnerable, and I found the notion of her dalliance with Bhola arousing. If Neetu really wanted to sleep with Bhola, she now knew that she was going to get her wish.

Finally, as I was catching my breath, we both lay on our back, Neetu resting her head on my shoulders, with the smell of cum everywhere in the room. I then got the courage to ask my wife the question. A question to which I already knew the answer.

"Will you sleep with him, babe, if he comes on to you?" I asked. "Assuming we run into Bhola, of course."

Neetu didn't immediately reply.

"My darling," She finally said, her hand caressing my chest. "I don't know. I really don't ... but ... I am pretty sure I would."

It was an honest answer.

"Is he really that good?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. "So that you will be unfaithful to me? Again?"

Neetu sighed.

"Sweetie, there is no easy way to say this." She began. "He is by far the best man I have ever been with in bed. There is simply no comparison between you and him, babe ... and I say this gently. You are good ... but he ... Bhola makes me cum so many times in one night. His stamina is just amazing. He keeps on going ... and ... you know. A girl likes that kind of thing."

"Hmm." I mumbled. "I guess."

"His cock!" Neetu continued. "My love ... you don't know how big he is! You are not even ... I would say ... one third his size!"

"Yes, you told me before."

"Does it bother you?" Neetu questioned me. "Please be honest. About me and Bhola."

"I would be lying if I said it didn't." I gave her my honest reply. "After all, you are my wife. I expect you to be faithful to me. And here you are ... my wife ... talking about sleeping with this low-class servant of a man. Cuckolding me - your loyal husband."

Neetu raised herself and kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine, and we kissed for a long time.

"Darling." She finally commented. "When I was rubbing you, right now, talking about this ... you were very aroused. You cannot deny it. Even ... seven years ago ... when this all happened ... you loved the idea of being a cuckold."

I sighed.

"I know, my love." I admitted. "But that time ... we wanted a child."

"That was just an excuse, my dear." Neetu grinned. "You know you love being a cuckold. Right now ... just the thought of another man cumming in my pussy was enough to make you cum."

"Yes, but ... we were trying to get you pregnant." I helplessly repeated. "We needed a child."

"We can have another child now also." Neetu insisted. "After all, it is not just sex. I want to be a mother, again. If ... and I am saying if ... things come to pass, and we meet Bhola, and there is an opportunity, can you not give me a hall pass? Just for this vacation? Sometimes your wife just needs a good hard pounding. That's what these servants are for. Please, my love. I am forty. I may not get the chance to be a mother again."

My wife then kissed my cheek.

"Darling," Neetu said. "I know why you find it arousing. As your wife, I understand why you didn't mind being a cuckold for me seven years ago. Even as I was trying to get pregnant."

"Really? Um ... why, my love?"

"The arousal of me being with another man ... due to your failure in impregnating me ... can be hot." Neetu explained. "So now, I am just asking you - let us both enjoy. I get to enjoy some proper sex, and you can ... enjoy ... being a cuckold. Again. Just for this vacation. After we return to Canada, I am all yours. Again. And I may be a mother one more time!"

I knew I couldn't deny her request. I had to remind myself that it was just sex, and I should be happy Neetu was being honest with me.

"Yes, my love." I agreed. "But my whole family will be there. I will depend on you ... to be discreet ... again."

Neetu smiled like the cat who had just swallowed the cream.

"Thank you, my love! Some husbands will just talk and fantasize but not you. You walk the walk, my love. And I love you for it."

"Just ... for this holiday." I repeated. "And ... you have to be discreet."

"Yes, yes." Neetu nodded. "And, my sweet love, as a cuckold husband you should realize it will just be sex. Nothing else. I love you, my love. But ... about being discreet ..."

"Yes, my love?"

"We will have to find a way ... you must help me ... unless you want everyone to hear me moaning as I bounce around on his cock!"

We fucked again. The situation and our conversation were just too hot. This time I came even quicker. And this time there was no doubt that I found it arousing, and Neetu was GOING to do it with Bhola.

As we snuggled and slowly drifted to sleep, I knew we were playing with fire. After all, Neetu would be a woman possessed once she had a taste of Bhola's cock. The last time, seven years ago, she was supposed to sleep with him only a few times - just to get pregnant. Neetu used birth control pills and dragged out the affair for five months. This also she never told me about; I had found out by chance. And just like the other things she had kept from me; I also never confronted her about this.

Sometimes I wonder if there are other things Neetu had kept from me that I don't know about.

One thing was clear.

After seven years, Neetu was now once more lusting after Bhola's cock, and she wasn't going to exercise proper judgement once we were in India. As such, I couldn't really depend on her being discreet. I am sure if Bhola wanted to fuck her in the open field in the centre of the village in front of everyone, she would say yes. It was up to me - I had to ensure somehow ... my second time being a cuckold ... that too in my family's ancestral village with everyone being present ... went on smoothly.

... you must help me ... unless you want everyone to hear me moaning as I bounce around on his cock ...

Maybe it would be a great idea if we stayed somewhere apart from the rest of the family after all.

* * *


Manav, my cousin Rashmika's younger brother, came to pick us up from the Chennai airport. He had someone else with him, a man who looked to be about 65 - so fifteen years older than me.

"This is Sabbir anna." Manav introduced the older man. "He in in our village council, and he also had some work in Chennai, so he came with me to pick you all up."

"Sabbir anna!" I shook hands with him. "Thank you for taking the trouble."

"No trouble at all!" Sabbir replied. "After all, your family, especially Manav's father, and yours ... both are such big benefactors to our village! The donations they made for our temple last year!"

We were now in a van, travelling on a 4-hour trip from Chennai to our village. It had been long journey, to say the least.

From Ottawa we had taken a short flight to Toronto. And then after 3 hours in the airport, it was 14 hours to Dubai. And then another 5-hour layover, and then a 5-hour flight to Chennai. And now, after all this time, another 4 hours before we reached our village. It was tiring, and Sahil was cranky. Right now, he was sleeping in Neetu's arms, who was a bit cranky herself.

"We almost thought you guys weren't going to come to India." Manav said. As the bride's younger brother, in addition to being the chief planner and organizer, he was also the one in charge of running all the errands. Such as picking NRI folks up from the airport 4 hours away.

"After all," Sabbir continued, "You never seem to want to come to India, let alone the village."

"True, but we couldn't miss Rashmika's wedding." I replied. "And coming here to India from Canada is not cheap! I am seeing you, Manav, after what ... four years!"

"Yes." Manav smiled. He was younger to me by about ten years. Manav had been an errant and mischievous boy growing up, but now he was a responsible family man, managing Tau's business and looking after all their property.

"How's your wife Sheila?" Neetu asked. "And your kids ... you have two, right?"

"Kids are well, Bhabhi." Manav replied. "Yes, I have two. And Sheila is well too."

Here I should mention that all my younger cousins called my wife Bhabhi, even though in our mother tongue we called the wife of an older brother Anni. This was out of respect for Neetu's culture, where the term 'Bhabhi' was used. Moreover, even though Manav and Neetu are the same age, he calls her 'Bhabhi' out of deference since I am older than him.

"However, Sheila is not going to come here until two days before the actual wedding ceremony itself, Bhabhi." Manav continued. "Actually, she may not come at all. Her mother - my mother-in-law - is not doing well, so Sheila and the kids are still in Chennai, looking after her."

"Tell me, Manav." I was curious. "Why is Rashmika getting married in our ancestral village, and not in Chennai, where you guys live?"

"Papa wanted a traditional wedding for his only daughter." Manav answered. "Full of traditional customs and culture. He wanted everyone in the extended family, rich or poor, to be part of it, rather than our elite circle back in Chennai. Rashmika seems to agree."

"I see. So, it's a large wedding, with hundreds of guests."

"Yes, but don't you worry about it. Tonight, once we reach the village, you relax." Manav told me. "You probably will be suffering from jet leg anyways. You are the last folks to come. And pretty much the last NRI folks to confirm."

"The village hasn't seen a wedding like this in years." Sabbir remarked. "A full-fledged Tamil wedding, with all the functions, with lots of people, and guests!"

"What days are the functions?" Neetu asked from the backseat, stifling a yawn. "And how many are there?"

"Bhabhi, tomorrow night is the Nichayathartham, or the engagement." Manav answered. "We will have the pooja worship ceremony at a Ganesh temple, and then there will be food at the community centre in the village."

"So, we basically have one night to get rid of our jet lag." I yawned. "I could fall asleep right now."

"You should stay up." Neetu advised from the backseat, while stifling another yawn of her own. "We need to struggle somehow till the night, then we can sleep. That way our internal body clock will be in sync with local time."

"Maybe." I yawned again. "Manav, what are the ceremonies again?"

"Well, the day after tomorrow is the bamboo pole ceremony, or the Pandha Kaal Nadudhal." Manav grinned. "This is where both families plant a decorated bamboo pole outside their house, signifying an upcoming marriage ceremony."

"Wow, Tauji is going full out on tradition." I marvelled. "I mean, who does that nowadays! We never did. No one I know did."

"Rashmika seems to love all of this." Manav shrugged. "Then we will have four days till the Gauri Puja - the other prayer ceremony. But that's only on our side since we are the bride's side. And then, two days later, the Haldi ceremony."

"Neetu." Sabbir asked my wife. "Do you know about all these Tamil customs?"

"Yes, anna." Neetu replied. "I know the Gauri Puja was devoted to the goddess Parvati. She is believed to be the sign of purity and every South Indian ***** bride wants a blessing from her."

"Yes." Sabbir nodded. "There will also be some elaborate customs with rice husks, as rice is also the symbol of prosperity and fertility for us."

"When is the Haldi?" I asked. Manav told me the date.

The Haldi ceremony was usually performed a couple of days or so before the actual wedding, when yellow turmeric paste was applied to the skin of the bride and groom. Each occasion had songs and dances performed by relatives.

"Sahil will have an eye opening about our traditional customs." Even Neetu was amazed at the length my uncle was going for his daughter's wedding. "In our wedding we skipped straight to the Haldi and then Sangeet, before the actual wedding."

"Well, ours wasn't a strict South Indian wedding." I reminded my wife. "I mean, we had your customs also. And both of us wanted a small wedding, unlike Rashmika."

"I don't even think I brought that many dresses, Manav!" Neetu complained. "I will look like an old hag, repeating the same sari!"

"Bhabhi!" Manav grinned. "If all old hags looked like you, this world would be a better place!"

Neetu laughed, as did I. Wisely, Sabbir kept quiet.

"See ..." Neetu poked me from the back. "This is how you compliment your wife. Not like you ... making corny jokes ... 'you look like a wow' and all that."

I ignored my wife's good-natured ribbing then turned back to Manav. "How many more festivities, Manav?"

"All that I said - that's just the first week, and now we are on to the day of the wedding." Manav laughed again. "On the morning of the wedding, we have the Mangal Snaanam, or the purification bath. Some of the village elderly ladies will apply some special oil and turmeric on Rashmika and give her a bath. This is ladies only thing. Of course, then in the afternoon will be the wedding ceremony at the main temple of the village."

This was the highlight - the actual wedding, and of course why we were here. The wedding would be a festive one, a grand one, with over a thousand attendees, many of them poor villagers and relatives. There would be the Kashi yatra (where the groom departs for the temple to get married), the garland exchange, and finally the Kanyadanam. The Kanyadanam is where the bride will be seated on the lap of the father and dedicated to goddess Laxmi and Lord Vishnu. The bride symbolizes the goddess and the new groom the god Vishnu. As the daughter is seated on the father's lap, the father offers her as a sacrifice to the god - her new husband. The priest will recite some verses and pour milk and holy water on Rashmika's hands and onto her father, my Tauji.

Many modern women did this part differently - after all thinking of yourself as a sacrifice to a god had some issues - but I knew my Tauji was a traditional man, and his daughter wasn't the one to raise a fuss.

So far everything is technically pre-wedding. After all this, the groom then ties the Mangal Sutra, or a necklace symbolizing their wedding, and this means the wedding is now final. This is the wedding moment in our culture. The final act of the wedding would be the Saptapadi, or the vows around the holy fire.

All of this would have taken us to the ninth day of our stay in the village. Two days after the wedding would be a dinner hosted by the groom's side. Coincidentally, the date for that function would be December 31st. The last day of the year, and the last function for Rashmika's wedding.

The next day many people would depart, including us. We had a small three-day holiday planned in Goa, before returning to Canada.

"Bhabhi." Manav cast me a look and then addressed my wife, while keeping an eye on the road. "We had some trouble arranging accommodations of everyone - there are so many guests. And especially because you guys confirmed at the last minute."

"Oh?" Neetu didn't say much, waiting for Manav to continue. "And where are you putting this old hag and her husband?"

"As you know, there is one main big building we have - the zamindar residence." Manav said. "It has thirty rooms for the guests, and I put most of our guests there. All rooms have air conditioning, as well as geezers and private bathrooms. Gopal's parents are there in one of the rooms. I was thinking your son Sahil can stay there with his grandparents. I have already talked to them, and they are fine with it."

"But why?" Neetu was puzzled. "Why can't Sahil stay with us?"

Manav once again shared a look with me before continuing.

"I had to put you two in a villager's hut." Manav's tone was apologetic. "Father rented out some huts from the villagers for the other guests. Actually, Sabbir anna helped us get those huts."

"Each hut has two bedrooms," Sabbir stated. "And one common bathroom and a small kitchenette. No air-conditioning, and you must heat the water in the kitchenette and take to the bathroom for hot water for your bath. And the toilet is Indian style, not Western."

"Oh." Neetu's mind was racing. "And we have to stay like this for how many days?"

"I am so sorry, Bhabhi." Manav again apologized. "It was so late when you confirmed. Usually, all our ... well ... NRI guests were already settled in the zamindar residence. And we were lucky we found some villagers who had huts to rent out. These people would be going somewhere else, so they were glad to rent out their own homes to us. These are very basic living conditions, so Sahil is better off with his grandparents. And you will be staying there for the whole trip."

"I see, I see." Neetu nodded. I knew she would understand; she knows village life is not one of comfort, but I knew she was hoping we could have been accommodated in the zamindar residence. "After four days I am sure I will come and give you some tight slaps, Manav! An Indian style toilet! I have to squat! After so many years!"

"I am so sorry, Bhabhi." Manav again apologized. "On the flip side, you will have more time to yourselves. These huts are a bit away from everyone, so more privacy."

"Speaking of privacy," Neetu sighed. "You mentioned these huts have two rooms. So, we will be sharing our space with someone else?"

"Yes." Manav smiled. "In fact, you know the person you will be sharing your hut with."

As we both waited, Manav gave us the name.

"It will be your old servant, Bhola, and later on, his brother." Manav said. "I thought it would be good for you. They can take care of you and serve you and make things easy for you. Heat the water for the bath, keep the toilet clean, and so on."

The look on my wife's face was priceless. We couldn't talk in front of Manav, but I bet she was thinking the same thing.

What were the chances? We avoid Bhola for all these years, and now we will be sharing the same hut for two weeks!

What she didn't know was that I had known about this arrangement all along. When I had talked to Manav, I only asked him not to tell Neetu until we were in India, and never to let slip the fact that I knew.

Moreover, it had been my idea that the extra room be given to Bhola and his brother, something that Manav agreed to as well. After all, it solved an accommodation issue for him, and gave us a servant for our stay.

What I didn't realize at that moment was that this would leave to Neetu spending most of her time in his bedroom, used like a whore and thrown around the bed like a rag doll, before being sent back to my bed, her innards full of another man's cum.

It was just after dinner when we finally made our way back to our hut. We had dropped off Sahil at the zamindar residence and then dropped off our luggage in our hut. Bhola was there, waiting for us.

He hadn't changed much. He was just entering his thirties, though his face was more tanned and had a weather-beaten look. He had become even more muscular, if that was possible.

"Sahib! Memsaab! How nice to see you all again!" He kept on saying, as he touched my feet with respect. "It will be my pleasure to be of service to you, again! After all these years!"

Sure! I remembered how he had serviced my wife all those years ago!

"When Manav sahib asked me to stay here, I told him I will be happy to help look after you both!" Bhola was beaming. "I never thought I would see you again, sahib. And you, memsaab."

"We are also happy to meet you again, Bhola." I replied drily.

After some pleasantries, I asked Bhola what he had been up to.

"I was in Dubai for a bit, sahib!" Bhola answered.

His eyes, even while talking to me, could not help glance at Neetu every other second. He was openly ogling my wife even as he talked to us. "And I also worked with one of your former neighbours ... Mrs. Gill ... if you remember."

"I guess so." I was unpacking and getting ready for a bath. "She was the Punjabi lady in ... what ... 37B?"

"Yes, sahib." Bhola nodded. He then turned to Neetu.

"Memsaab, you have become even more beautiful than what I remember." He openly praised her lavishly in my presence. "Sahib is indeed a lucky man."

"Oh Bhola." Neetu tried to shrug it off. "You need to get your eyes checked! I am an old hag now."

"You have a very beautiful and welcoming smile, memsaab." Bhola continued. "I always thought it was one of your best characteristics. Shows the goodness of your heart."

"You are too much, Bhola." Neetu grinned. "I am now fat. And big."

"Oh no!" Bhola insisted. "You are still the beautiful young memsaab I remember!"

Even as he made my wife blush, Bhola turned back to me.

"Sahib, I have just boiled some hot water for the bucket. If you or memsaab want to take a quick bath." He then added, "If you find the water too cold, let me know. I am here to help you, sahib."

He was being nice, but for some reason I detected a smirk in his voice. Almost as if he was telling me, "Hey cuckold. Try not to be too humiliated when your wife starts screaming out my name in ecstasy."

I shook my head. I was imagining things, of course.

"I will go first." I announced. "Bhola, you can boil some more water for your memsaab."

I went in the bathroom and shut the door. It was a steel door with a latch. However, there was no shower in the bathroom, just a bucket of cold water and a bucket of hot water. You had a mug; you mixed the two and took a bath.

"Memsaab, it's been so long." I heard Bhola tell my wife outside, even as I poured water over myself. "Seven years?"

"Yes, Bhola." I heard Neetu reply cautiously.

"I thought about you all those years, memsaab." Bhola continued. "Our time together was special, wasn't it, memsaab?"

"Yes, it was, Bhola." My wife agreed. "But that was seven years ago. I am a mother now."

"I heard." Bhola replied. "Somehow ... I always thought ... I would be the one ... making you a mother, memsaab."

Poor Bhola! If only he knew!

"I ... your sahib ... we ..." I heard Neetu stammer, even though we had this speech prepared. "We went to the USA ... Bhola. He got ... some treatment. Thankfully, now we have Sahil."

"Yes, memsaab." Bhola said. "But ... perhaps ... do you think ... it is time ... your son ... would need some siblings?"

It was hot. It was outrageous. It was bold. He was hitting on my wife, propositioning her, and I was in the bathroom with just a wall and a door between us, taking a bath.

"I ... Bhola." Neetu replied nervously. "What we had, Bhola, it was a good memory. I always cherish those days."

"Memsaab. You have now become even more beautiful. I simply cannot stop looking at you! And oh ... your boobs!"

"Bhola." Neetu gave another nervous laugh. "We are staying here for two weeks. You can't be saying those things to me. Please, my husband is here."

"We will talk when he is not here, memsaab." Bhola replied boldly. "Tonight, come to my room. Just like old times. I will do more than just talk about your boobs. You know what I can do to you, memsaab."

"Bhola, please." My wife pleaded. "Not now. My husband is right here."

"Your husband is a little dicked cuck, memsaab." Bhola stated. "The only cock that should go inside you ... is mine ... and my friends ... memsaab. And you know it. Yet, seven years ago, memsaab ... you disappeared so suddenly. I couldn't even give you a proper good-bye fuck!"

"Bhola ... please."

"This time, I am fully prepared, memsaab." Bhola declared. "Your last night with us is Dec 31, the last night of the year. Me, and my friends, will be prepared. We will make it a night to remember for you, memsaab."

He was coming along very strong. I thought it was time I put a stop to their banter.

"Neetu," I called out loudly, "I am done. Get ready."

When Neetu was done her bath, and we both put on some fresh attire, we then went back to the zamindar residence. It was more fun time ... to meet more relatives and engage in more revelry. I met Sabbir there, and a few other important men from the village council, as well as some of their underlings. My Tauji was well connected.

Neetu and I finished our dinner there, met even more relatives, and now, barely able to stand on our feet, we were back in our hut. I was asleep within two minutes of hitting the bed.

What I didn't know at that time was that my currently running seven-year-old streak of being Neetu's only man in bed was about to come to an end. There was a reason Bhola came on too strong. He knew what Neetu liked in him. Wanted from him.

I should have known. As Bhola greeted us back, the look in my wife's eyes should have alerted me to the fact that she was about to cuckold me.

Again.

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It must have been sometime around two or three in the morning when my eyes opened. You know how jet leg is, you become wide awake at weird hours of the night.

As I turned around, I realized Neetu wasn't beside me!

Slowly my senses cleared, and I became fully awake, and I also became aware of conversation happening outside the room, from the common area. The hut had two bedrooms beside each other, and a small common lavatory. There was a common area with one dining table and a kitchenette, along with a few chairs. Very simple village living.

Neetu was talking with someone there.

It was Bhola. It must be Bhola. I thought I recognized his voice. I knew if I got up and walked over to the door, I could hear properly. Or I could just go out and make my way there. But somehow, for some reason, I remained on the bed, lying there.

After about ten minutes, I heard the creak of the chair. Both Neetu and Bhola must have stood up. I heard some more talk, and then silence.

And then I heard some rustling sound. What was happening?

SMOOCH!

She was actually kissing him! They were kissing! My wife, the mother of our son, and our former servant. They were kissing!

I could not believe it!

I heard more voices, and then a door being shut.

Neetu had actually gone in with Bhola to his room!

"Oh, Bhola!" I heard Neetu murmur. "How I missed you!"

SMOOCH!

I sighed. I knew it could happen, I knew it would happen, but to actually have it happen on our very first night back in the village itself! How easy it had been for Neetu to simply give in!

I was now in our bedroom, on the bed, alone. The small fan whirred noisily, blowing hot air through the room. I was lying on the bed, my hand in my boxers, my cock hard and erect, and reaching upward, my heart racing fast as I strained my ears to listen to the noises emanating from the next room.

Creak! Squeak!

There was a noise as my wife and Bhola got into bed. No doubt, he was busy stripping Neetu of her clothes, while taking his own off, as fast as he could.

"Oh, your boobs, memsaab." I heard him mutter. "I had forgotten how perfect they were. Now they are even bigger!"

He was already handling her boobs! He had picked off right where they had left seven years ago, exactly as I knew he would.

Creak! Squeak!

"They have become bigger after my pregnancy." Neetu replied, somewhat shyly. "Oh, Bhola! You know ... you know ... just what to do! Even my husband loves my breasts ... but you ... the way you touch ..."

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"I missed you so badly, Bhola."

"Boobs like this aren't meant for your husband, memsaab. He is a little dicked cuck."

"Oh, Bhola."

The sounds of rapid kissing came through the walls. For some time, there was no other sound, no words, as the long-parted lovers kissed each other passionately upon reuniting again after seven years.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"You know how to kiss me so nicely, Bhola." My wife was murmuring. She seemed to be having a small orgasm already. Soon I knew she was going to get her brains fucked out.

The noises were loud now, and very audible. I just hoped they didn't go beyond the hut. A village night could be a very quiet one, and loud noises tended to carry far. It will be a big scandal if anyone found out what was happening in that room at this instant.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

There it was! After so many years ... here was this noise once again! The noise of the bed squeaking as another man ... penetrated ... my own wife.

My dear wife! My own sweet Neetu! Jealousy and arousal, the deadly combination, was once more a familiar feeling as I listened to the sounds of my wife's latest extramarital affair.

"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu moaned. "Oh, my dear Bhola. How I have missed you all these years! Oh, how deep you go inside me!"

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

The unabashed sounds of my wife's excited and sometimes frantic voice coming from the adjacent room through the thin walls indicated that she had now taken her lover's large cock inside her.

"Oh Bhola!" Neetu moaned. "You are so deep inside me."

A familiar sense of warm humiliation came over me as I heard my wife moan, even as the squeaking of the bed springs became more and more frequent.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

"After seven years ... aren't you glad you are once again getting fucked by a real man?" Bhola taunted my wife, even as he had his pecker buried deep inside her. "How does it feel, memsaab? Whose cock do you like better, memsaab? Mine, or your husband's?"

"Oh, Bhola, there is no competition!" Neetu grunted. "You make me feel so good. I am so glad I ... I ... cuckolded my husband years ago ... with you!"

"I have some plans for you memsaab this time." Bhola ominously told my wife as he continued to fuck her. "We will make up for lost time, my dear slut! As soon as Manav sahib told me I was sharing the hut with you, I made those plans, my dear memsaab!"

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

The rhythmic creaking of the bed frame added to my humiliation, indicating to me that my wife Neetu was again being haplessly penetrated by Bhola, and from her moans and murmurs I could make out that she was now having an orgasm.

"Oh Bhola! Oh, BHOLA!"

Neetu's voice got louder and more excited, and then stopped for a few minutes. I heard some rustling on the bed.

"Memsaab, get ready."

SLAP!

The noise was sharp, but not too loud. Bhola had struck my wife across her face, but not too hard. He slapped her again, as he liked to do.

SLAP!

It was déjà vu. He was slapping my wife, just like old times. A lowly servant man was slapping my wife, and she was just letting him, and I was helpless to do anything. He was probably fucking my wife bareback, and I couldn't do anything either. He now slapped my wife harder.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

After giving my wife a few tight slaps, Bhola then resumed the fucking as he continued to plough into my wife.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

He was humping her fast now as Neetu gamely hung on.

"Ungh! Ungh! Oh Bhola!" My wife was moaning louder and louder now. "Cum in me, Bhola! Please! I beg you!"

Creak! Squeak!

The bed continued to creak as Bhola continued to bang her, even as my wife began yet another orgasm.

"Aaah! Aaaaah! Oh YES! OH FUCK! Aaaaah!"

Neetu kept grunting. The bedsprings were squeaking furiously as she received Bhola's thrusts. The bed was now hitting the wall hard, and the springs sounded as if they were going to break.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola spoke. "I am going to cum. I am going to make you pregnant. Again."

SMOOCH!

I heard my wife loudly and sloppily plant some kisses on our servant.

There was silence. I reasoned that Bhola was now cumming inside my wife. Again, I wondered if he wore a condom - probably not. He was balls deep inside my wife, ejaculating into her womb. I wondered where in the menstrual cycle Neetu was.

If you think Sahil now deserves a brother or a sister, I could cuckold you again ...

Neetu was now silent, letting out the occasional grunt as Bhola flexed his buttocks from time to time, pumping more and more of his seed inside her. I then heard her kiss our servant again.

SMOOCH!

"Oh, Bhola. Oh, my love." Neetu was moaning, even as Bhola continued to pump his semen into her. "I love you. Oh, that was amazing. Even after all these years, no one fucks me like you do."

"Wait until your holiday is over, memsaab." Bhola laughed. "I will make sure you forget about your husband's little dick ... forever! What a cuckold! Sleeping in the next room blissfully while I fuck his slut wife here on my bed! Oh, I am going to enjoy these two weeks with you, my randi!"

"Oh Bhola!" My wife moaned. "I love you! I love you ... so ... so much!"

Neetu did not immediately return to our room. My jet lag meant I was now wide awake, and it was a long night.

Three more times over the next two hours, I waited patiently on the bed while hearing my dear wife's yells of passionate struggle and pleasure. The sounds of one orgasm blended into the next. Oh, how I wish I was the one whose cock was inside her, holding Neetu tightly as she squirmed under me! But I wasn't the one with my cock inside Neetu. It was Bhola, and who could blame him! For so long Neetu had enjoyed romantic sex with me. Now Bhola was giving her the rough sex that she really craved for.

Despite her age and being a mother and all the extra weight, my wife Neetu was still one spunky lady, and anyone who could fuck her was a lucky man. For so long I was the only man with that luck. Now Bhola was with her, and no doubt this villager was fucking my high-class Canadian wife senseless by now, taking full enjoyment from my wife's body.

I did not know when I fell asleep again, my own cum soiling my boxers. Neetu was still not back when I had gone back to dreamland. I had to wonder if I would get to fuck my own wife during this vacation. It was déjà vu. Another man was cumming inside my wife. I was cumming on my hand.

The next morning I woke up late - around 11 am. My sleep cycle was all messed up. I got up and looked beside me. Neetu wasn't there.

Suddenly the door to our room opened, and my wife walked in.

She looked divine. She had just taken a shower, and her hair was still wet, and wrapped in a towel, and she was trying to rub and dry the hair. She was wearing a blouse and a petticoat, with her tummy and waist bare and exposed.

"Good morning sleepyhead." She smiled at me, still fluffing her hair with the tower. "Or should I say, good afternoon, my love."

"If you greet me like that," I said, taking in the sight of my sexy wife, "Every day is a good morning!"

"Oh, you!" Neetu laughed. "You need to get up and take a shower. Hurry up, because your mother just called. We must go to the zamindar residence - they still have breakfast waiting for us. Soon it will be time for lunch!"

"Oh, ok." I got up and stretched. Grabbing my toothbrush, I headed to the toilet. As I walked by Neetu, I gave her a firm squeeze on her waist, pinching her love handles.

"Ouch!" Neetu yelped. "What's gotten into you, babe?"

"Are you not wearing the sari, my love?" I asked. "After all, Bhola could be outside. And here you are, dressed in just a petticoat and blouse."

"He is outside, my dear husband," Neetu grinned and turned around and blew me a kiss. "And don't forget, he has seen a lot more of your wife than this."

"Well, still ..." I tried to insist.

"Oh ... one more thing." Neetu gave me a mischievous smile. "He had me. Already. Last night. He fucked me ... um ... actually ... um ... several times."

I looked at her, pretending to be shocked, and my jaw dropping. Of course, I knew what she had done last night, but here she was, shamelessly admitting it. At least she was an honest slut. Neetu walked towards me and stroked my crotch.

"You are hard." She stated. "Being a cuckold turns you on, my love."

I cast my eyes down, humiliated and ashamed. She was right, of course.

"My pussy is going to belong to him this vacation, my love." My wife grinned, as she continued to stroke me. "Wow ... you are getting harder. I guess you want me to go to bed again with him? Be his slut?"

I remained standing there, unable to say a word.

"I can't wait for tonight." Neetu grinned, as she caressed my manhood. "I can do things to him ... I love the feeling of being used by him. He is just so different from you. He was fucking me right next door, and you were sleeping in this room ... oh it felt so naughty ... and it was so good! Oh, my goodness! You are rock hard, babe!"

There was no denying it. I was fully aroused.

"Does it turn you on?" Neetu grinned. "To think of all the things I did with him."

"Err ..." I had nothing to say.

"My love." Neetu kissed my cheek, while still rubbing me. "Go and take the shower. We will talk about this later. Try not to be too humiliated tonight as he fucks me again."

It was so cruel; she had fired me up and now was leaving me with some blue balls.

"Yes, my dear."

As I stepped out of the room, I knew I would have to meet (and talk with) Bhola. I heard him whistling in the small kitchen. He turned around when he heard the door close to our room.

"Sahib! Good morning!" Bhola greeted me as soon as he saw me. "I already boiled some water and put it in the bucket, so the water is hot and ready for your bath."

"Thank you, Bhola." I replied.

My emotions and feelings were confused as I talked with him, now with the knowledge that this man had actually (again) fucked my wife all night. He must have emptied his cum into her pussy at least three times last night, giving her orgasm after orgasm as I laid in my bed, rubbing my own cock. My wife still had that dreamy well fucked look on her face. And Bhola? He had a smile that seemed to be fixed on him for the rest of the day.

"How long were you in Dubai, Bhola?" I asked him.

"Almost immediately after I left your employment, sahib," Bhola told me. "I was in Dubai for around three years. It was very hot, sahib, I had to work outside in the fields. And I lived in the labour camp, sahib. Outside the city. All men."

"So, no women?" I grinned, as I gathered my materials for my bath. "Must have been a boring three years for you, Bhola."

Bhola gave me a strange look.

"Well, sahib. I needed the money." He remarked. "But eventually I returned to India ... and then I worked at Mrs. Gill's for some time."

So Bhola had gone back to Mrs. Gill. I wondered what sort of "work" he did for her.

"And then I was in Kolkata for some time." Bhola continued. "And now back in our village, resting for a bit. I have some money saved ... and you know Manav sahib ... he gave me some money too. His family is very generous, sahib. They helped my younger brother with his studies too. Sabbir anna, and some other villagers, they also helped when I was in Dubai, looking after my family here."

"So now that you are back in the village, what are you planning to do?" I asked, and then almost added, "Besides my wife, that is."

"I am thinking of opening a shop here." Bhola answered. "Maybe a small convenience store ... or a dhaba."

"Good for you, Bhola." I told him. "I am glad you are making something of your life, despite your lack of education."

"Manav sahib's family is very generous, but it is also due to you and memsaab, sahib." Bhola said. "You both took care of me when I needed, right after the flood. And your wife - memsaab - also showed so much love and affection towards me. It is she who gave me the confidence. She always encouraged me to achieve more that what I thought was possible."

"No, it is your hard work, Bhola." I replied. "We can only help so much."

"Sahib, it is you and the kindness of memsaab." Bhola insisted. "She took such good care of me. I was a young man when I started working at your place, and memsaab treated me like family. I never felt like a servant in your house. She showed me great love, an openness, and gave me confidence."

Was it my imagination or did Bhola have a smug look of arrogance as he made small talk with me, especially when he talked about Neetu? Maybe he was showing me up - he was telling my indirectly that my wife was his and he was her man, and I could do nothing about it. Or maybe I was reading too much into his smile.

I quickly ended the conversation and entered the bathroom to take the shower.

Bhola had made his intentions clear. He intended to fuck my wife every night, and Neetu was up for it. He also planned for some friends of his to fuck her, all in that room next door. I just had to plan it properly, so it was discreet. That meant going to bed early and staying there the whole night. This way my wife's adultery could be restricted to our hut, and no one would find out.

After the shower, I found Bhola had already left. He was needed at the main house for servant duties. I went to my room to get ready; we had to go there as well for breakfast. As I got ready, I asked my wife to recount what happened last night.

"Do you really want to know, babe?" Neetu asked. "Isn't it enough to know he just ... had ... me? Why must I torture you further with the details of how your servant banged your wife? It makes me feel ... cheap."

"I need to know." I asserted. "We ... are ... doing things that are risky. Once again. There must be complete openness ... between us."

"Very well." Neetu wasn't convinced, but she knew when not to argue. Another good quality of her. She was a good wife, even if she was slutty.

"I had gotten up last night to pee." She began her story. "I don't remember the exact time ... maybe 1 or 1.30 in the morning. After urinating ... and it was a long pee ... oh my goodness ... I decided to go to the kitchen and see if there is something to eat. I walked out and saw Bhola. He had also gotten up and was getting a glass of water."

Neetu sat on the edge of the bed, clasped her hands together and continued.

"Bhola insisted on making me tea. He also made a cup for himself. I had freshened up by then, so we both sat there, having our tea, and just talking. We were reminiscing, of course, of old times."

"What exactly did you talk about, when you say, 'old times'?" I asked, somewhat drily.

"Well, idhar udhar ki baate, you know. Yada yada yada." My wife gave me a look and sighed. "And yes, we did talk about sex. I mean, I had to tell him I missed him. He asked about Sahil. I was very careful ... I told him you had a treatment in USA and Sahil was our child - me and yours."

So Bhola was once again enquiring about Sahil, I realized. Maybe he was putting two and two together. What did he tell Neetu last night?

I am going to cum. I am going to make you pregnant. Again.

"Did you tell him you were on birth control when you were having an affair with him?" I asked Neetu. That was another thing she was supposed to tell Bhola.

"Yes, I did." Neetu nodded. "I told Bhola that I was on birth control when I was with him. Then he asked me if I was on birth control now."

My eyes narrowed. "And what did you say?"

"That's when ... when I looked at the clock, I realized a whole hour had gone by." Neetu replied. "So, I didn't really answer him. I wanted to go back to bed and try to sleep again, so I stood up. This is when Bhola asked me if he could give me a kiss, for old time's sake."

"He wanted to kiss you?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, he asked if he could kiss me." Neetu repeated. "I thought for a bit, and said, why not. After all, I thought he just wanted to give me a peck on the cheek. I was surprised when he hugged me tight and pressed his lips against mine. I didn't say anything, because after all he did ask my permission. As he kissed me, his hands moved all over my back, before finally resting on my buttocks."

Of course, her buttocks.

"Some kiss." I muttered, but Neetu ignored me.

"He told me, 'Memsaab'." She continued. "He was squeezing my butt cheeks as he said, 'Memsaab, your buttocks have grown a little bigger. You have put on a little weight, but it looks good on you.' I blushed and didn't know what to say. He kept on kissing me and I responded. I couldn't help it - he's a great kisser. My tongue was in his mouth when I felt him unbutton my blouse from the back. I then immediately froze and asked him to stop."

"Did he?" I asked.

"He did, but only just. 'Memsaab, please.' He was pleading." Neetu answered. "He praised my breasts, saying 'You have the most perfect breasts I remember. Now they seem to be bigger; I must see them!' I didn't know what to do, so I let him do what he wanted as he kissed me again and he took off my blouse. And he was kissing and sucking me just under my chin. You know how much I like it. Before I knew it, my bra was on the floor and I was there, standing, breasts out. He was playing with my tits and making me moan."

"What happened then?" I asked. My wife gave a shrug.

"He took my hand." She replied. "We both knew what was going to happen, so none of us said anything. He took me to his room and closed the door. We hugged and kissed again, and this time my hand was inside his pajamas, playing with his penis, squeezing and stroking it. He was hard and erect. As he kissed me, I couldn't help but murmur, 'Oh Bhola! How I missed you!' He knew, of course."

Neetu paused. Her breathing was becoming rapid now. It was clear that even recounting last night's incidents was turning her on.

"He kept on praising my boobs." She said. "He would say, 'Oh, your boobs, memsaab. I had forgotten how perfect they were. Now they are even bigger!' We were soon naked, both of us, and got into bed. He was pressing and squeezing and kissing me all over. He just knew what to do. I think I was having my first ... or second ... orgasm by then. And he kept praising me! My beautiful tits! And you know how I love his compliments ... and so ... then we ... made ... love. He had me. He took me. Completely. Fully."

"If you have sex with anyone who compliments you ..." I remarked drily.

"Oh, honey!" Neetu rolled her eyes. "You know it's not like that. It's Bhola. And ... he was good. As before. I ... I really didn't know ... how to stop. We just had sex ... and it was very good. He made ... cum ... so many times, and he just kept going. Still ... he has that stamina of old! I don't remember how many times he fucked me last night!"

Neetu carefully omitted how Bhola had called me a "little dicked cuck". She also omitted, as she used to always, the fact that Bhola slapped her.

"Did you make him wear a condom?" I asked. Neetu shook her head.

"No, my love." She admitted. "I ... I wanted to ... feel him inside me. And ... I know I asked you for a one-time fling hall pass ... but this will be every night, my love. I want his sperm. I want him to fill me up. You know ... we decided ... maybe it's time ... Sahil had a younger sibling ... maybe ..."

When did WE decide that?

Her voice trailed off. I glanced at my watch.

"We better get going." I commented, still in a huff. "Or we will miss breakfast."

"Ah, my cuckold is jealous." Neetu teased me. "Don't worry, my love. It's only a couple of weeks. Try to go to bed early, my darling. That way ... you don't have to listen to another man fuck your wife ... all night long!"

* * *


It was three nights later.

Sometime around 3 or 3.30 am, I woke up. I was in my bed. I turned around to see that Neetu was no longer beside me. I got up. It was pitch dark, but slowly my eyes got used to the darkness. I glanced towards the side table.

In the drawer of the side table, I knew there was a capsule there. It was a capsule of sleeping pills. Bhola had given them to Neetu. She was supposed to feed me one in my evening cup of tea every day. That way, every night, I would have a sound sleep and would not be a bother to whatever Bhola was planning to do with Neetu.

Of course, Neetu had laughingly told all this to me. Since I was, in her words, a "willing cuckold", I didn't need the pills.

"Honey, just make sure you stay in the room and don't bother us, ok?" She had instructed me. I had nodded understandingly. I did not want to 'bother' her at all.

Right now, curiosity got the better of me. Not heeding my wife's instructions, I gently, very quietly, opened the door to our room and got out into the common hallway. Bhola's room's door was not fully closed also, and I could hear the noises coming from there. I walked over, very quietly, to his door.

This was our fourth night in the village.

The day after the first night, the festivities of Nichayathartham, or the engagement, had been a blast. Everyone had a great time. We spent the day with Sahil and my little boy was enjoying the colours and the sounds and the food. The small temple for the prayer ceremony was close by, and afterwards there was dinner and a small music session.

The Pandha Kaal Nadudhal or the bamboo pole ceremony had gone well also. Now we had two days till Gauri Pooja, and then another two days for the Haldi. We were really enjoying the vacation - especially on the days when there were no events. All of us cousins went out exploring the village, having fun swimming at the pond, or by the river side, and of course the food was great, as always.

Neetu was always a bit tired, of course, yawning from time to time.

"What's the matter, Bhabhi?" Manav asked once. "Are you still suffering from jet lag?"

"Oh yes." Neetu gave me a look and then answered Manav. "This time it's really bad."

"Hmm." Another of our older cousins, Sita, suddenly gave us a look and burst into a grin. "Or maybe Gopal is ... bothering ... her a little bit too much at night."

"What are you saying!" I blushed bright red, as did Neetu, and my other cousins teased us even more.

"Oh, come on." Sita laughed. "Your son is at your parents, you two have the hut to yourselves, far from us ..."

"So that's why when I put them in the hut, they didn't complaint too much!" Even Manav joined in the fun. "Smart couple!"

"You are funny." I tried to shrug it off, even as others laughed. Neetu was blushing a deep crimson red. My wife always blushed easily.

Of course, Sita was right.

Someone was "bothering" my wife at night, but it wasn't me.

Right now, it was pitch dark outside, but I stood outside the door to Bhola's room, which was slightly ajar. I could have stayed in my room and listened over there - the walls were quite thin, but I wanted to hear better. The last two nights my wife and Bhola had made love rather quietly, which was unusual for Neetu, but I had a feeling tonight she was going to be a bit more vocal.

"Memsaab." I had heard Bhola comment to my wife earlier in the day when I was in the bathroom. "Tonight, I am going to tear up your ass. Gaand phatunga randi teri."

"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu had just giggled. "Make sure you have lots of oil!"

Just the fact that right now she was there with another man in the room was making me as hard as steel. I had to come to grips with myself - another man was fucking my wife, perhaps in the ass, and that was making me hard. I mean, in a way, one can argue it was a healthy marriage - I was allowing my wife to explore her sexual fantasies in an open, honest, and loving relationship. Then again, would you let your wife be used by another man like this? Each time they kissed I felt I was shredding a bit of my manhood.

Soon I heard the quite rumple of the blankets and some whispered voices and giggles from Neetu. It was clear that Bhola and my wife were in the early stages of sex. Bhola was playing with my wife's boobs while Neetu was stroking his huge cock.

"Oh, memsaab!" I heard Bhola moan.

I heard a few slurping noises from Neetu.

"That's good, memsaab!" Bhola grunted. "Suck it deep, my slut!"

"I want to kneel here and suck your cock forever, Bhola."

It was clear that my wife was giving him a blowjob. The Neetu special. Bhola must have been standing up beside the bed, and my wife on the floor on her knees, and he was face fucking her. I could only listen as Bhola reached places in my wife's throat I could never get to.

"Mmm." I heard a sharp sound as Bhola must have taken his cock out of my wife's lips. "Get ready, slut."

I waited to see what would happen next, although I had an idea.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Bhola slapped my wife, harshly, quite a few times, not all respecting her status as his memsaab.

"Alright, phoohad besalika, get on the bed!" Bhola ordered her roughly.

"Yes, Bhola."

As my naked wife lay on the bed, Bhola placed a hand on her pussy.

"You are wet, memsaab." Bhola stated. My wife could say nothing, but I knew she must have been blushing with shame.

"And your pussy hair is not shaved." Bhola declared. "Why, memsaab?"

"I ... er ..." I could hear Neetu nervously stutter. "I kept it like this so you can shave it, Bhola!"

"You are such a slut, memsaab!" Bhola laughed. "Keeping your pussy unshaved just so this lowly servant can shave it!"

"Just like old times, Bhola!"

Old times? When had Bhola shaved Neetu's pussy before? I must have missed it. Another secret Neetu had kept from me.

SLAP!

It was a hard slap, and the sound was like that of a pistol going off.

"Remember when I had to talk you into letting me slap you, memsaab?" Bhola taunted my wife, as he slapped her again.

SLAP!

"Er ... yes, Bhola."

SLAP!

"And you were so hesitant before, memsaab!"

SLAP!

"I remember, Bhola. I am so sorry, Bhola."

SLAP!

"I told you that you would like it. And now you do like it, memsaab."

SLAP!

"Yes, I do, Bhola."

SLAP!

"Why, memsaab? Why do you like being slapped by me?"

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Er ... because I am a slut, Bhola. I am YOUR slut. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

SLAP!

"And now," Bhola told her after giving her a good final slap, "I want to fuck my slut. You are slut because you are a married woman, and your useless husband is sleeping in the next room, and here you are ... spreading your legs for your lowly servant!"

I could hear the bed creaking as they changed positions, and then a low moan from Neetu as Bhola obviously penetrated her. He must have mounted my wife, and was thrusting slowly, his entire body probably resting on top of her.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

There was that sound again as the bed then began to creak in a slow rhythm, with continual gasps and moans from Neetu. A sound that reminded me that another man was fucking my wife, steps away from where I stood, unable to stop him.

My wife was moaning softly now, Bhola's constant humping having the desired effect. Again, I didn't know how long they had been fucking till this point, but from the noises I could tell Neetu was already showing signs of orgasm. I recognized my wife's moans, which were far more intense than anything I could ever hope to elicit from her.

Their fucking began to get faster and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the continued refrain from the bed filled the room.

"Oh, yes! O Siva! Oh Yes!" Neetu screamed loudly.

I knew what was going to happen next. Bhola didn't like it when Neetu was a little loud.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

As expected, Bhola's slaps had the opposite effect, making Neetu even more aroused.

"Oh YES! OH YES! OH GOD! O SIVA! BHOLA!"

Neetu began to moan loudly as she reached her climax.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

By now, these were familiar sounds to me.

The sound of the springs and the squeaking of the bed. The moaning of my wife. The headboard banging against the wall as Bhola and Neetu made love passionately.

"OH BHOLA!" Neetu screamed loudly. "That was so ... fucking ... good! OH BHOLA!"

After a bit, things then began to quieten down for a moment. Neetu's orgasm must have been intense.

"You should record a video of us having sex." Bhola teased her, as he continued to play with her boobs. "And then show it to your husband."

"Oh, Bhola." Neetu giggled. "Why would I do that?"

"Well, first ..." Bhola continued. "He should know his is a cuckold. And second, sahib should understand just how inferior he is in bed. The moment he sees you, memsaab, having a body shaking orgasm with my cock in your wet pussy, he will understand his place in your marriage. He is arrogant man, your husband."

"Oh, Bhola."

SMOOCH!

Rather than counter him, my wife kissed her lover on the lips.

SMOOCH!

They were now kissing each other. And kissing passionately.

"Memsaab." Bhola told my wife. "I would love for your husband to know he is a cuckold. You need to stop letting him fuck you often. All he needs to do is watch you cum on a superior man's cock to understand why he doesn't get to fuck you as frequently as he used to."

"Oh, Bhola."

SMOOCH!

Once again, rather than come to my defence, my wife continued to kiss Bhola.

SMOOCH!

"Memsaab." I heard Bhola say in between the kisses. "Do you know about the ritual of Attai-Niyoga?"

"Er ... no ... Bhola." My innocent Neetu replied. "Attai-Niyoga! What is that?"

"In our culture, when a young virgin man is about to get married, some older, experienced woman takes this young man to her bed." Bhola answered. "She teaches him how to pleasure a woman, so he is not inexperienced on his wedding night. This ritual is the Attai-Niyoga."

"I never heard of this custom, Bhola!" Neetu was astonished. "So ... some older woman has sex with the ... the ... groom ... to teach him ... how to make love?"

SLAP!

Bhola slapped Neetu again.

SLAP!

"You make it sound so crude, memsaab." He complained, slapping my wife again. "The older woman is doing a solemn religious duty. Not ... just ... having sex."

SLAP!

"I am sorry, Bhola." Neetu's tone was apologetic, even as Bhola slapped her again. "Please forgive me. But I am unfamiliar with this ritual."

SMOOCH!

"It is an ancient custom." I heard Bhola insist, as he kissed her again on the lips. "Attai-Niyoga was usually done by an older aunt of the boy, usually the older uncle's wife - hence the term Attai. Nowadays ... of course ... like all ancient Vedic customs ... we have become too modern ... and too prudish ... for it."

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

I heard them loudly kissing again, and it was clear that Bhola was now preparing my wife for round two.

"Why did you bring up this custom ... this Attai-Niyoga ... Bhola?" My wife asked, in between of having her tongue sucked by her lover.

"I will tell you, memsaab." Bhola answered. "You would be the perfect woman to do this. I have a young man in mind, and you will be the woman to do Attai-Niyoga with him. Yes ... you are the Bhabhi ... or as we say in our language ... the Anni ... and not the aunt. But that's fine. What is more important is that you are my slut and you do as I say."

"Oh, Bhola. I am YOUR slut." My wife declared. "If you want me to be this ... Attai ... I will."

"You don't even know who this young man is that I want you to sleep with!" Bhola laughed. "And you are ready for the Attai-Niyoga ritual!"

"I will sleep with whoever you tell me to, Bhola." My wife replied. "I am your slut."

"Good!" I practically heard Bhola grin, if that was possible. "But right now, memsaab, I feel like slapping my slut ... for being so slutty. Please show me your cheeks, memsaab."

"Er ... yes, Bhola. Please slap me. I am your slut."

SLAP!

Bhola showed no hesitation as he slapped my wife hard, again and again.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"You are such a slut, memsaab! Now let's change positions."

I could hear them moving about on the bed, changing positions this time. From the initial sounds I guessed they had been fucking in the missionary position, but now it seemed Bhola wanted to do my wife from behind. As he had promised her this morning.

There was some more rustling, and then I heard Bhola grunt again.

"Bend over the bed, memsaab." He ordered. "Get ready to be fucked in the ass."

"Bhola, please put on more of the oil." I heard my wife instruct her lover. "And remember to be gentle. I am not used to such a big cock for years, Bhola."

"You are a slut, memsaab." Bhola laughed cruelly. "Sluts don't deserve mercy. Especially one that left me so suddenly seven years ago. You will pay for that, memsaab."

With that it sounded like Bhola just pushed himself straight up my wife, ignoring her pleas to 'go easy' and he was 'too big'. I felt a little sorry for Neetu now, being ass fucked by such a huge cock, but my sympathy was short lived as I heard them pick up speed again as Bhola rammed himself into Neetu.

"Please be gentle, na!" I heard Neetu beg Bhola, who paid her no heed.

SPANK!

Their fucking was then punctuated by more sounds as Bhola began to spank Neetu.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"I had forgotten what a nice butt you have, memsaab." Bhola told my wife. "You should be spanked all day, every day!"

"Please, Bhola!" Neetu begged. "Be gentle!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

The spanks sounded hard and Bhola was spanking her and fucking her ass at the same time. He ignored my wife's pleas for mercy and continued to ram hard into her.

"Ok, slut!" He grunted. "I am going to cum."

"Er ... yes, Bhola."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

Poor Neetu! Her ass fucking ended with a flurry of sharp spanks and a satisfied groan as Bhola pumped load after load of cum deep inside my wife. I could hear them both breathing hard from their exertions, and then a long groan from Neetu as Bhola must have pulled out followed by another sharp spank.

SPANK!

"What a good fuck you are, memsaab!" Bhola laughed. "But ... slut ... I think it's time you cleaned up and went back to your useless cuckold of a husband. What an idiot. Sleeping next door, dosed on pills, while I fuck his slut wife."

"Yes, Bhola." Neetu replied, and then added, "I will miss you when we return to Canada, Bhola. Oh Bhola ... I can't even stand straight ... after you fuck me like this!"

I quickly went back to my own room. It was clear that my wife and her lover were done for the night. He had just thrust his load down her ass. Tonight, I hoped my wife would allow me to also cum inside one of her holes.

"How was it?" I asked Neetu, once we were in bed and she was snuggling against me. We spoke softly, as I knew that the voices would carry.

"Good, as always. But ... he is a getting bit rougher with me." Neetu admitted, also in a whisper. "I like it, though."

"Ha! I can tell. You seem to have a glow on you, dear."

"I want to get more naughty with him, babe. He told me about his friends ... two or three of his friends also wants to fuck me ... and I must let them fuck me, Bhola said." Neetu confessed. "It will be just like that Bashir night. I may be your wife this holiday, my love, but I am also Bhola's slutty fuck toy. Him and his friends'."

"Hmm."

"If only you can see his cock, my love." Neetu was blabbering on. "You will know what he has that you don't. He is always reminding me of that fact."

"I see." We kissed deeply. "I love you, Neetu. What else does he say?"

"He also taunts you slightly, babe."

"Really?" I pretended to be disinterested, even though I knew what she was talking about. "Only slightly?"

"Yes," Neetu nodded, her hands finding their way to my shorts and inside. "Well ... he keeps telling me, 'My penis can reach parts your husband's never been.' And it's true, of course. When he drives his dick deep into me, I do mean deep. You have never been penetrated me so far inside and I have to brace myself as Bhola lunges in and out."

"You seem to like it." I commented drily, even as Neetu started to stroke me. "The sounds carry, you know."

Neetu blushed.

"Did you listen to him as he fucked me my love?" She asked, as her fingers slowly caressed my balls. "He just knows what to do to me. His hands are playing with my breasts, taking each one and squeezing and pinching my nipples, and his tongue is everywhere, licking and kissing, and his thrusts make me feel I died and gone to heaven. It felt so good to have his huge cock sliding in and out of me, darling."

"Do you want to take him back to Canada?" I asked, somewhat irritably.

"Haha ... you are funny." My wife grinned. "I am now forty years old, and a mother. A holiday fling is enough for me."

"Why?" I laughed. "I could set up a video camera in our house and watch you get fucked every day when I am at work."

"Don't worry, my love." My wife repeated. "You know I would rather cuckold you openly rather than have an affair behind your back. And Bhola is ... just ... too much. Once in seven years seems the fine balance. And ... speaking of you ... and your little fella ... you are very hard, my love. Can I help take care of it?"

I did not say a word, nor did I give my wife any warning. I caught the hem of her petticoat and rolled it up to her tummy. Almost as quickly, I put a finger insider her panty and yanked it sharply.

"Ouch!" Neetu yelped, as I roughly ripped her panty in half.

"Babe!" Neetu gasped in surprise as I moved myself up on top of her, positioning the tip of my hard cock to her soaking hole and pushing forward. Her freshly fucked pussy was completely drenched both inside and out. I could feel the juices inside of her flowing past my shaft and out of her. Was it her juice, or Bhola's cum? I had no way of knowing, nor did I want to know. Without much warning, or even warming her up, I began fucking my wife hard and fast.

You like it rough, don't you, I thought. Too bad I can't bring myself to slap you, but I WILL fuck you roughly.

Neetu was definitely not expecting me to move that fast, and immediately started to moan with pleasure. Her legs began to tighten around my pelvis.

I wanted to channel my inner Bhola and last a long time, but alas! It did not take long for me to cum. The action of the night, the taste of my wife's cum soaked pussy, the feel of her sweet wet walls; any one of which could easily set me off, but all combined was too much.

"Oh, baby!" I groaned. "I am going to cum."

Neetu patted my ass.

"Yes, my love. I already have three loads inside me. You can give me my fourth."

I blew my load deep inside of her, adding my cum to the loads that she had already taken from Bhola. I grunted loud as shot after shot of cum erupted from me. Out of breath and out of sperm, I finally rolled off her and lay on the bed next to her, panting deeply. Neetu softly stroked my chest.

"I love you, Gopal." She said, finally taking my name. "I really love you. Thank you for ... letting me ... do this. Thank you ... for ... Bhola."

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We met Bhola's younger brother Bunty on the evening of the Haldi ceremony. He was a young man, around 23 years of age, and was tall and lanky. His face had the innocence of youth, but like Bhola, his eyes betrayed a far more intelligent person behind that naive demeanour.

"Bunty is an engineering graduate!" Bhola told us proudly. "He is the reason I went to Dubai - to earn money for his education. He is the first in our family to have a degree."

"You must be very proud of him." I remarked, and it was an honest remark. From the family background, the poverty, and the lack of opportunity, it was a remarkable achievement by Bunty to have not only gone to a prestigious university, but graduate with good marks.

"And this is my memsaab!" Bhola introduced my wife to Bunty. "I have worked in so many places, Bunty. But for me, Neetu memsaab will always be the only true memsaab! Of all the ladies I have ... um ... served, she is special."

"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu chided him. "You always know how to flatter."

"My brother always speaks highly of you, memsaab." Bunty told my wife. Initially Bunty kept his eyes downward in respect as he spoke to my wife, before finally looking up at her. "And now I can see why he always speaks so highly of you. I have always wanted to meet you."

"And now you have met me." Neetu smiled. "What do you think?"

"Sahib," Bunty gave me a quick smile. "You are lucky to have a beautiful wife like memsaab. I can see my brother was right when he said Neetuji is THE memsaab. She could give any heroine in the film industry a run for her money! You are very lucky, sahib."

"Well ... I like to think so." I could hardly know what to say. These two lads were flirting with my wife openly in front of me. "My wife also had a soft spot for your brother, Bunty. I mean ... Bhola was with us for three years."

"Ah yes." Bunty nodded. "My brother told me of all the good times he had when he was servicing you, sahib. And memsaab, of course."

"Of course."

I wondered how much Bunty knew of how Bhola had actually serviced my wife. I stepped away to get a drink, while the brothers continued to chat and flirt with my wife. They were relentless, making Neetu blush and giggle. As I headed back, I overheard a bit of their conversation.

"You definitely don't look like a forty-year-old mother of one, Neetuji." Bunty was telling her. "Most women let themselves go after becoming a mother. You are still very well put together!"

I could see my wife glowing with the praises.

"Maybe next year she will be a forty-one-year-old mother of two!" Bhola told his brother with a wink, even as he nudged my wife. Neetu blushed again.

"Oh, stop it you two." She said good humouredly. "Oh, look. They are starting to play some Hindi songs. Finally. Songs I understand."

"Memsaab can dance very well too." Bhola told his brother. "She is a woman of many skills. Let me tell you about the Neetu Special."

"You are incorrigible." Neetu shoved Bhola good naturedly. "Remember we are not in our hut anymore."

"See?" Bhola laughed and looked at his brother. "Memsaab is one special lady."

"You really are different from all other women I have encountered, Neetuji." Bunty told my wife. "I know you are forty ... but there is a vitality in you ... a spark ... that is often missing in others of your age."

"Enough about me. Let's talk about you. Do you have a job lined up?" Neetu asked Bunty, as she enjoyed the music at the Haldi. "You have graduated now."

"Yes, Neetuji." Bunty answered. "I will join a firm in Mumbai a week after the New Year. Although ... Neetuji ... I really want to study more and do a masters. But I know I have to earn now."

"Don't tell you want to go to Canada?" Neetu laughed. "Like every other young man in this country! Canada is no longer a great place to move ... costs are very high."

"I do plan to go to Canada for my studies." Bunty remarked. "A proper university with scholarship. And then ..."

"Studies ... rubbish. I am telling him it's time to get married." Bhola interrupted. "But Bunty is shy. He is a virgin, you know, memsaab!"

"Bhola!" My wife admonished him playfully. "Don't embarrass your brother!"

I could see this time it was Bunty who was blushing.

"Look around in the party, Bunty." Neetu told him good humoredly. "Find a lady, and then soon you won't be a virgin anymore."

"Oh, he doesn't need to." Bhola grinned. "I already have someone in mind for him. Tonight."

Suddenly it was Neetu again who was forced to blush.

... He is a virgin ...

... I already have someone in mind for him ...

... Tonight ...

I now understood why Bhola had brought up the ancient custom of Attai-Niyoga a couple of nights ago. He wanted my wife to be the Attai ... she was to take Bunty to bed and teach him sex ... by having sex with him. Bhola was going to share my wife with his younger brother so she could take his virginity.

Needless to say, that same very night my dear sweet innocent wife became very familiar with the custom of Attai-Niyoga.

It was 2 am in the morning.

In this last week, I realized something about the bed and the hut and our room.

If I stood up in our room on the bed, beside the wall that separated our room and Bhola's, I could see there was a little space between the top of the wall, and the tin that made up the roof. It was just a couple of finger spans wide, and I had cleared the cobwebs from it in the morning. Now I stood up on the bed and peered in.

My wife was there in Bhola's room, on the bed, with Bunty. She had gone sometime ago, and I could hear Bhola pace impatiently in the common area. Normally I would be there, peering in, but now I couldn't, so I had to be content standing on my own bed, trying to catch a peek. There was some light filtering in through the open windows in Bhola's room, and I could see the bed.

My wife was on the bed, and her sari was on the floor. She was wearing her blouse and a petticoat. Bunty had his arms wrapped around my wife, and his lips pressed against hers.

SMOOCH!

As they kissed, a smile lit up Neetu's face.

"Oh no, Bunty." She giggled. "That's how you kiss your mother. Or your aunty. Not your lover."

"Er ... what am I doing wrong, Neetuji?"

"Well ... for starters, you need to use more tongue." Neetu explained, puckering her lips. "Here, try again."

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"Oh, Bunty!" Neetu giggled again. "That was better ... but remember! You are not a dog, lapping on my lips! Here, try tongue wrestling with my tongue. Yes, you heard me!"

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

This time I could see that Bunty was kissing her ... and kissing her well too. I saw Neetu move slightly, and there was a change in her demeanour. She was definitely getting more turned on.

"Neetuji." Bunty stopped the kiss and looked at her. "How long?"

"You need to feel it." Neetu scolded him. "I was just getting into the kiss, Bunty. You were doing good. Now kiss me again. Probe my lips. Suck on my lips."

"Yes, Neetuji."

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

They kissed for a long time. I felt a stirring in my loins as my cock hardened, watching this young man enjoy the charms of my wife.

"Now put your hand on my boob ... this one." Neetu directed him softly. "Remember, for a woman, the boob is the gateway to an orgasm. Always start with the boob."

"What do I do?"

"Oh Bunty!" Neetu clicked her tongue, showing a little bit of impatience. "Have you never seen any porn? Put your hand on my boob. Slowly caress it, massage it. But gently! It's not a hooter on a bicycle that you go honk honk!"

"Yes, Neetuji."

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

Bunty continued to kiss my wife while his right hand played with her breast. Soon I could see that my wife was moaning slightly. Not very noisily, but she was getting there.

"Now gently take one of my boobs out of my bra." Neetu directed. "Some women prefer you take off the bra, others like their boobs out before you work the bra. You have to see what your lady likes. I like one of my boobs to be out before you work the blouse and the bra."

Bunty slowly slid one finger inside her blouse, and then bra, and scooped out her right boob. It came out with a sudden noise and was now hanging out of the bra.

"Yes, that's it." My wife nodded. "Remember, be gentle, and keep your hands moving all the time."

"Like this?"

"Ouch! I am very sensitive in the nipples!" Neetu scolded her young lover again.

"Oh, I am so sorry."

"Don't worry, try again. Now kiss me. And then my breasts. Be gentle."

"Yes, Neetuji."

Bunty, belying his inexperience, now showered my wife's breasts and lips with his kisses as his hands slowly worked underneath her blouse. I watched my wife as she shut her eyes as Bunty managed to unclasp her blouse buttons. Within no time Bunty unhooked my wife's bra and exposed Neetu's both big breasts.

"Oh Neetuji!" He exclaimed, as he admired her uncovered boobs.

Neetu opened her eyes and saw Bunty staring at her chest. She managed to blush.

"Oh Bunty, stop it na!" She implored. "You are making me feel cheap."

"Neetuji, your tuttay ... they are so nice!" Bunty couldn't help himself. "Your nipples ... and areolas ... they are of the perfect size! I could suck on them all night."

"Oh Bunty." Neetu blushed again. "They are all yours. You can kiss them or suck on them. But please be gentle."

"But my brother was telling me you like it wild," Bunty asked. "And here you are telling me to be gentle."

Neetu suddenly looked at him and smiled. It was an evil grin.

"Come here, Bunty." She said, beckoning him to come close to her. She then raised her hand.

SLAP!

"Do you know what that was for?" Neetu grinned asked Bunty, as he rubbed his cheek where my wife had slapped him.

"I am so sorry, Neetuji. If I have upset you in any way, please forgive me."

"Don't compare how you will fuck me to how your brother fucks me." Neetu gave Bunty his first life lesson. "I am teaching you how to make love to your lady. To your wife or girl friend. When your brother is fucking me, he is fucking his rakhel. His slut. There's a big difference."

"Yes, Neetuji."

"Now, let's get back to where we were. You will kiss me on my boobs."

"Yes, Neetuji."

"Now, slowly, kiss me. The way I have taught you ... use your tongue too."

Bunty immediately latched on to her breasts. He flicked his tongue all around her areoles, sucking one boob after another. For a man who had never been with a woman, he now seemed very comfortable playing with the breasts of a woman like my wife. I knew nipples are one of my wife's erogenous zones - she loves it when I play with her nipples.

Bunty was really working on her boobs as my wife lovingly played with his hair.

"Oh, Bunty. Oh wow. I am so turned on."

"That is a good thing, right, Neetuji?"

Neetu was moaning now, not bothering to answer him. It was clear that she was on the threshold of an orgasm. Her feet were starting to curl and I knew she wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

"Oh, Bunty, come here."

Not able to take Bunty's onslaught on her breasts any more she pulled him for a passionate kiss. She took the lead in this kiss as she devoured his mouth, probing it with her tongue. Bunty meanwhile wasted no time, squeezing my wife's big butt and trying to work the drawstring of her petticoat.

"Bunty, wait."

Neetu suddenly broke the kiss. Seated on the sofa, she turned her head back and glanced towards the wall that separated Bhola's room and ours.

"We can't do this right now." She said. "My husband could wake up soon, and I know your brother also wants to ... wants to ... sleep with me."

"Oh, Neetuji." Bunty pleaded. "We will have time. My brother is keeping watch on your husband's door. Your husband was drinking a lot at the party. He is sound asleep."

"No." Neetu replied. "I know my husband. I forgot to give him those pills today! He could wake up soon. After you, I have to be with Bhola. I cannot have my husband catch us!"

I wondered why Neetu was making me an excuse. She knew I wouldn't interrupt her.

"Neetuji." Bunty begged. "I can't take it anymore. I am so hard. I have to have you now!"

"No." Neetu was firm. "We have to do it some other time. Not now."

"Oh, Neetuji." The sadness in Bunty's voice was almost funny. It was clear that he was going to have a severe case of blue balls. Not to mention, he finally thought he was going to lose his virginity, and was now being denied.

"Let me do something for you." Neetu suddenly told him. "So, you will remember me."

I strained my eyes through the darkness to see what Neetu was going to do.

My wife moved her hand inside his pajamas. I could see that she was now massaging his dick.

"Oh, Neetuji." Bunty sighed. "Your touch ... it feels heavenly."

"Shh." Neetu hushed him and laughed. "Don't cum yet, Bunty. You are so cute!"

Neetu got off the sofa to stand up. As Bunty watched her, eyes wide, she knelt down in front of him, to get into a more comfortable position. I watched as my wife started at Bunty's bulge. It did look like a decent bulge, and Neetu seemed eager to unpack it.

Neetu turned her head again to glance at the wall.

"These walls are thin. The voices can carry to our room, so be quiet." She instructed Bunty, who nodded fervently, almost holding his breath.

Neetu stroked Bunty's groin area over his pajamas as he moaned softly. She gave it a gentle squeeze before moving her hands towards his waistband. Without much ado she pulled down his pajamas to reveal Bunty's underwear. She once again stroked him over the underwear, prolonging is agony, and smiling at him cruelly.

"Oh, Neetuji, don't delay please." Bunty pleaded.

Neetu, laughed, and then pulled down his underwear, revealing his cock.

Bunty had definitely something to be proud of. His cock wasn't as large as Bhola's but it was still something to marvel about. I would have to say he was just more than twice my size, whereas Bhola's prick was three times as large as mine, and much thicker too.

Neetu, who had only seen Bhola's dick other than mine on this trip, was still staring at his equipment with awe. She had wrapped her fingers around him and still there was almost half of his prick showing. His penis had some precum leaking from the foreplay earlier.

"You have a good sized lund, Bunty." My wife praised his penis. "You will be making many women very happy."

Neetu then started jacking him very slowly. She deliberately prolonged her touch and took it slow as Bunty was now very hard.

"Neetuji, if you continue ..." Bunty's voice was now breaking, and I could see that he was trying hard to control himself.

Neetu looked up at him and nodded. She tentatively leaned forward and gave a small kiss on his dick. Bunty's hand was playing with her hair, and he was now urging her to take more of him in her mouth, begging and pleading with her. Neetu gave in.

She kissed him again and again on his dick, and it became wetter and wetter. Soon she just decided to open her mouth, even as her hands massaged his testicles.

"Oh, Bunty, you have some nice balls." Neetu moaned, as she licked his scrotum.

His testicles were much larger in size than I had expected. Having sucked on his large testicles Neetu moved her attention back to his penis and this time she proceeded to give him a full-fledged blowjob. Gradually her head started bobbing on his dick.

"Oh, Neetuji." Bunty moaned, as more and more of his dick disappeared into my wife's mouth. He was now slowly humping her mouth. He held her head while he inserted his penis in and out of her mouth, all the while trying to push more of his dick in her. In only a few strokes, it was clear that he was about to ejaculate. Sensing his approaching orgasm, Neetu sucked on him even more fervently.

"Oh, Neetuji. OH NEETUJI!"

Bunty couldn't survive my wife's final onslaught and erupted with his penis inside her mouth. I could see Neetu's lips and throat fervently working to suck him off as he ejaculated, letting him finish completely in her mouth.

"Oh, Neetuji."

Bunty was in heaven as Neetu let him completely empty himself inside her. She kept on sucking his prick, ensuring that she lapped up every drop of his cum. My wife continued to clean Bunty's dick until it was spic and span. Only after that she excused herself.

"You must go now, Bunty." She said, as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, his cum still on her throat. "Oh man! I feel like the whore of Tamil Nadu. Your brother still has to fuck me. After that, I must clean up before I go back to bed to my husband. You should go now."

"Yes, Neetuji. Thank you, Neetuji." Bunty was extremely grateful. "When can I see you again?"

"I am not some hooker that you make an appointment with!" Neetu suddenly replied indignantly.

"No, of course not, Neetuji, of course not! I am so sorry. I didn't mean that." Poor Bunty was terrified of losing access to my wife and was apologizing profusely. "Please don't be offended, Neetuji."

I could see Neetu give another cruel smile.

"Kiss my feet." She ordered.

Immediately Bunty, without any hesitation, bent over, prostrating and kissing my wife's feet. Neetu let him pay homage to both her feet before she snapped her fingers.

"Ok, Bunty." She said. "You should go now. I promise you ... the next time I will take you to bed, I will make a man out of you."

"Yes, Neetuji. Thank you so much."

Neetu smiled again to herself, before turning around to put on her bra, blouse, and petticoat. She wanted to be dressed for Bhola.

Bunty wasted no further time. Quickly putting on his clothes, Bunty left the room. I heard him talk softly for about five minutes to Bhola, and then I heard the sound of the front door being unlatched. It was clear that even though he was to stay here, for tonight Bhola wanted him out of the way.

"You didn't fuck my brother, slut?" Bhola spoke softly, as he entered his room and shut the door. "Just a blowjob?"

"No, Bhola, I didn't fuck him." Neetu shook her head. "I felt shy with you next door. Tomorrow, can you stay somewhere else? Send Bunty to me. I will spend the whole night with him. I will make a man out of him."

Bhola seemed to think about what my wife said for a minute, before turning to look back at her.

"A slut shouldn't have any shame, memsaab."

"I am sorry, Bhola." Neetu insisted. "I am your slut. But it's hard to be with Bunty like this. I am not his slut."

"Hmm ... ok I will think about it." It was clear that Bhola was not happy. "When I bring my friends over, how will you fuck them?"

"Your friends are different, Bhola." My wife pleaded. "With your brother ... I felt shy."

"Hmm ... ok ... Now ... are you ready for me, my slut?"

"Er ... yes, Bhola. I am always ready to be your slut."

"Good. Memsaab, please stand beside the bed." Bhola ordered.

"Yes, Bhola."

My wife obeyed our former servant's command without hesitation. Neetu knew she was going to be ravaged, and just stood there beside the bed, anticipating what Bhola was going to do to her. I remained standing on the bed, trying to peer in, hoping the light coming in through the window was enough to continue letting me see what happened inside. My cock was very hard now in anticipation.

Bhola came and sat down on the bed.

"Come, sit on my thighs, memsaab." He ordered. As my wife obeyed, Bhola positioned Neetu on his lap with her legs close to each other, hanging over his own thighs. He then wasted no time in starting to strip my wife naked.

"A slut like you should not be clothed in my presence." He said, as he pulled down her blouse, and then unclasped her bra. Neetu blushed as her luscious boobs sprang free, bared, and Bhola feasted his eyes on them. She was now topless.

"Of all the women I have fucked, your boobs are the most perfect, memsaab." He said, as he tightly grabbed both her breasts with his hands and started pressing them roughly. He pinched her nipples slightly causing Neetu to squeal with pleasure in his lap.

"Oh, please be a little gentle, na, Bhola!" Neetu pleaded.

Bhola's answer was to do to my wife what he always did whenever she complained or protested. He raised a hand and slapped her, without even thinking about it.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Oh, Bhola." Neetu couldn't help but murmer. "I let you slap me. Something I will never let my husband do. Or any other man"

Bhola gave a small laugh looking at how Neetu was reacting to his sexual prowess and his toughness. He then hit her on her cheeks even harder.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"You are such a slut!" He remarked, as he slapped my wife again. "This toughness and roughness actually turns you on. You love letting me use you like a two-rupee hooker."

"For you," My wife declared. "I am a submissive whore. A hooker. A slut. A randi."

Her lover laughed and slapped her again. Bhola loved subjecting Neetu to such things and then see her womanly reactions.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Stand up, memsaab." Bhola ordered. "Stand here in front of me."

"Yes, Bhola."

After spending a few minutes enjoying her boobs and nipples Bhola then made my wife stand in front of her. I could see that Neetu was getting hotter by the minute as evident from the now damp patch visible on her petticoat. Juices must be flowing abundantly from her hairy pussy. Bhola then came forward and without saying anything pulled down her petticoat, and then yanked down her panties. In just a moment, my wife went from nearly naked to being completely naked.

Neetu stood there, blushing, without as much as a thread on her body, completely under his mercy, her head hung due to shyness and humiliation of being a high class housewife and yet being totally naked in front of a low-class labourer.

"Your pussy is very hairy." Bhola commented, looking at her up and down. "As I said, it needs to be shaved."

Neetu didn't say anything, but just nodded.

"I need you to lay down on the ground." Bhola told my wife.

"Can you put some cloth on the ground." Neetu requested. "It's going to be cold and untidy otherwise."

Bhola stood up. I wondered if he would slap my wife again, but Bhola looked around for a small bedsheet. It was clear that he knew when she wanted to be slapped, and when she was making a genuine request. A sign of a man who was a good lover.

A small bedsheet was placed on the ground, and Neetu then dropped herself on it, laying on her back, let legs spread apart.

Bhola took out a fresh razor from a new pack.

"Look, memsaab." He said, as he opened the pack and took the razor. "New razor, completely fresh."

"Yes, Bhola." Neetu blushed again, as Bhola then took out shaving gel.

"Now spread your legs, randi."

It took about five minutes. Within five minutes my wife's snatch was completely bare, as Bhola removed every pubic hair on her pussy. I now knew why my wife had stopped shaving her pussy ever since I told her we were coming to India. She was anticipating this moment - this particular moment.

After about 5 mins of careful work Bhola glowed with his achievement. Looking at his own handiwork he grinned at my wife's bald pussy.

"You don't know what I have planned for you, memsaab." He laughed, even as he ran both his hands over my wife's cunt. "You are a slut, and you are completely mine for the next week and I plan to do anything I want with you. I am going to make you pregnant again."

His big fat cock stood rock hard at attention as he played with my wife.

"Yes, Bhola." My wife replied, her body shuddering as Bhola's fingers lingered on her lady parts. "I am completely yours. I am your slut. Do what you want with me."

"Behenchod tere ko mai pura din chodunga. I am going to fuck you all day." Bhola grunted. "And then my friends will fuck you all night! For now, get back on the bed, memsaab!"

"Yes, Bhola."

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

Soon the familiar sounds of the bed creaking in a slow rhythm filled my ears, as did the sounds of continual gasps and moans from my wife. Bhola was now fucking her intensely.

"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu couldn't help keeping her voice down as she shuddered with a thunderous orgasm, the first one of the night with him. "Oh, Bhola! Keep pounding my pussy! Oh YES! O Siva! OH YES!"

I really wished Neetu could be quieter. Yes, Bhola might have believed that I was knocked out after drinking a lot, but the rest of the village had ears. Sounds carried a long way in a quiet village night. Neetu was now moaning loudly, occasionally grunting and screaming as Bhola fucked her like he would fuck a whore in a cheap whorehouse.

"You are such randi, such a slut, memsaab." He said, as he slapped my wife again. "Bhose di ke!"

SLAP!

SLAP!

Bhola usually slapped my wife when she made too much noise, but that had no affect now. My wife was once again going through another orgasm, and she was taking her lover's name quite loudly.

"Oh, Bhola! Keep fucking me! Oh, this feels so much better than my husband, any day! OH MY CUNT!!"

SLAP!

"Behenchod tere ko mai pura din chodunga. I am going to fuck you all day." Bhola repeated, as he continued to hump her helpless cunt, and slap her whenever he felt like it.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

I was listening to a real man fuck her properly - the way a woman should be fucked. Yet, something he said, stuck with me.

... Maybe next year she will be a forty-one-year-old mother of two ...

... I am going to make you pregnant again ...

Did Bhola now believe he was the biological father of our son? I had no way to find out.

"Is this what you needed? Someone to properly take your ass and put you in your place?" Bhola taunted Neetu. "You realize you belong to me, memsaab!"

"Oh Bhola." My wife helplessly replied. "No one ever makes me feel like this, ever, Bhola! Sometimes you make me cum so much ... I almost pass out!"

As Bhola pounded my wife, Neetu lifted her legs off the bed to better align herself to him. They stop kissing for a bit and Neetu cocked her head back, I could clearly see her tense up as she reached yet an orgasm.

"Oh, Bhola! OHHHH BHOLA! Mmmmmmm."

SLAP!

SLAP!

Bhola gave her a couple of tight slaps and then began to pick up the pace even more. He was pounding her even as she was in the middle of her orgasm, her legs wrapping around him to hold Bhola in place, not letting his cock escape her. She was cumming. Again. And again.

"OOOOH BHOLA! OOOH YES! MMMMM." Neetu was beyond caring, loudly moaning her orgasm.

Finally, after about fifteen minutes, Bhola could hold out no longer. He began to shudder, and I could see his buttocks flex. Neetu too must have felt the change deep inside her pussy as his semen started to flow into her. My wife wrapped her legs around him tightly and pulled him into her.

"Oh, memsaab!" Bhola grunted.

I saw the expression on Neetu's face change, as she hugged his buttocks tightly, as Bhola's cock burst forth his cum, sending jets of his warm liquid deep into my wife. Our old servant was now cumming in my wife's cunt after furiously fucking it for the last fifteen minutes. He kissed and licked my wife's face even as he deposited his full load inside her.

"Slut." Bhola commented, as he finished inside her. "When you go back to your sissy husband, kiss him on the lips for me. Poor idiot. Doesn't even know his wife is draining my balls in the next room!"

"Yes, Bhola."

For the next couple of hours or so, I watched as Bhola had his way completely with my wife. He fucked her again, quite roughly, ending with him cumming in Neetu's mouth. After some time, he made her lie on the bed, face down, as he spanked her on her buttocks, again and again, until they were crimson red. Then Neetu spent a few minutes with his dick in her mouth, making him erect again. I saw my wife then climb back on the bed, this time on all fours. Bhola stood behind her, and I saw him apply some petroleum jelly generously on her asshole. He then lined up his penis behind her, and pretty soon the room was filled with the sound of his skin slapping against hers. Neetu moaned as Bhola came violently in her ass.

I thought that would be it, but Bhola had one final attempt remaining in him. After chatting with my wife softly for quite some time, interspersed with him kissing her gently and softly, Neetu lay on her back and spread her legs. Bhola got on top of her, mounting her swiftly, and then plunged into my wife.

He started slow - pushing his cock fully inside her in a couple of shoves. Then he slowly drew his cock out right up to the edge of my wife's pussy and again slowly inserted it. I could see him fucking Neetu with steady strokes. Long and slow, taking his time. By the time he ejaculated inside her, Neetu had nearly passed out with multiple orgasms.

And yet my wife wasn't done, as I now lay in bed waiting for her.

"Are you up, my dear?" My wife asked, as she got into bed with me. She had just taken a quick bath after her sojourn with Bhola and smelled lovely.

"Um ... yes, dear." I pretended to have just woken up, as Neetu snuggled against me.

"Let's quickly make love, my love." My wife whispered, as she started to stroke me. "I can still feel Bhola inside me, and I want to show you. Thank you so much for sharing me with him, my love!"

"You are becoming a hungry sex crazy woman, aren't you?" I told my wife, while kissing her cheeks. "Two guys today - two brothers!"

"O my darling!" Neetu moaned and snuggled more against me, rubbing her body against mine, even as her hands played with my cock. "I have five loads of cum inside me, darling. Want to give me number 6?"

"I am sorry I cannot get it up again that fast." I apologized, even as she stroked me. "I masturbated once already, listening to you."

"Don't worry, my love." Neetu kissed me on the lips. "I will find a way to get you hard. And don't worry about satisfying me. Just take pleasure from me today. For my own pleasure, I still have Bhola. I am so glad you were ok with him fucking me, honey."

Even as she took his name my cock gave a little twitch. The effect wasn't lost on Neetu as she grinned.

"I am sure Bhola will want the full details of what I did to Bunty." Neetu said as she stroked my cock. "And then want to take me even more harshly, since tomorrow he won't be here."

There was no doubt, I was now definitely getting harder. Neetu smiled again.

"I just sucked both Bunty's cock, and Bhola's cock, my dear cuckold." My wife grinned. "Do you want to taste them on my lips? Do you want to kiss the same lips that were just wrapped around another man's cock?"

"Yes, my dear." I kissed her on her lips, even as I felt completely ashamed for doing so.

"I love giving Bhola, and his brother, blowjobs." Neetu continued. "Bhola is a dominant male, and it turns me on to get on my knees and worship his beautiful cock. He is so harsh with me when I give him the Neetu special. Does it feel good knowing another man lubricated my pussy with his cum before you?"

Neetu once again touched my cock. This time I was hard, very hard.

"Babe, I know I have been having sex with Bhola a lot. I mean, 3 times a night is enough to make any cuckold husband jealous." Neetu admitted. "But ... it's just this holiday, you know? Soon we will be back in Canada, and you and I will be alone again. Thank you so much for bearing with me."

"I love you, honey, and your happiness is my happiness." I said, even as Neetu continued to stroke me to almost a point of no return. "My role is to support you."

I then climbed over and mounted my wife.

"Aaaaah!" Neetu groaned, as I plunged into her. Soon I started to fuck her with rhythmic strokes.

"Bhola has planned a special night for me ... ahh ... on new year's night." Neetu panted, as I humped her. "He ... uhh... and his brother ... and ... aggh ... their friends. I am supposed to ... aaaah ... give you a strong sedative ... aaaah ... that night."

"New Year Eve?" I asked, as I fucked her. "So, this ... night ... will be after the wedding ... the same night. On New Year's Eve."

"Yes, my love." Neetu stroked my cheek tenderly. "I know it's New year and all, and I do want to spend the night with you, but you know it will be a special night for Bhola. It's his friend's birthday, and he has a special night planned for his friend with me. And then some other friends ... he said. So that means I will be with Bhola, his brother, his friend ... and then more ... getting gang banged ... and you will have to spend the night alone."

"An ass like yours," I grunted, as I fucked my wife, "Is meant to be shared, babe. I don't mind. As long as you tell me afterwards."

"You are ... aaah ... the best husband, babe. Thank you so much, my love. And oh, I am not a complete slut. I don't do everything Bhola tells me to do."

"Really?"

"Yes." Neetu nodded, even as she knew I was getting close to the point of no return. "Do you know Bhola once made Nausheen remove her panties in the park, in public? He gave me a similar dare this time. And I told him no! I am your wife, here amidst your family! What will anyone think!"

I could not stop myself. The whole picture was too much, and soon I was helplessly ejaculating inside Neetu.

"That's it, baby! Keep cumming." Neetu softly stroked my back. "It feels good when you picture me with Bhola, doesn't it?"

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True to her word, Neetu made a man out of Bunty the next night.

Bhola was away for the whole night, and she had Bunty to herself. The first time Bunty came quickly inside her, wearing a condom. He actually cried after that, even as he apologized to Neetu for not being able to control himself. Neetu made all the right noises and soothed him and told him it was fine. It was his first time, so it was to be expected.

Then she got him hard again. It was clear that Bunty had his brother's recuperative powers. This time he showed he had the stamina as well.

Neetu coaxed him and guided him. This time he remained hard enough for Neetu to complete two orgasms before Bunty came in her.

The Attai-Niyoga was complete. Bunty was now a man.

The days and nights began to pass in a blur.

In the daytime Neetu was the well-behaved Bhabhi to everyone, greeting elders respectfully and having a good time with my cousins, while being a dutiful mother to Sahil. The wedding events were fun and colourful. We made some side trips to the village market, or some sightseeing here and there, and we had fun.

In the night I became used to standing on the bed in the dark, watching in dim light as brothers, especially Bhola, trash talked about me while having their dicks buried in my wife's cunt. Bunty would have her first. It seemed to be some arrangement between the brothers. Bunty would spend about an hour with Neetu, before leaving the hut and staying somewhere else, and after that she would spend the remainder of the night with Bhola, before coming back to me around 3 am or so.

Bunty became quite the lover in just a few sessions with Neetu. I often saw Neetu with her legs in the air, and a young Bunty pounding into her, even as Neetu encouraged him, while her face was flushed, and her eyes were closed. He usually fucked her twice, before Neetu rewarded him with a blowjob.

With Bhola, Neetu was like putty in his hands. I often saw her on her knees with Bhola's enormous cock in her mouth, servicing him, while he slapped her carelessly. One night he had Neetu bent over the bed as fucked my dear wife from behind. He was treating her more and more like the slut she was, and even telling her that.

"Your pussy is always wet, memsaab." He told her once as he fucked her. "Looks like your husband doesn't have staying power. He cums too quickly in you, and this is why you enjoy other men."

"You are right, Bhola." Neetu acknowledged, even as Bhola pummelled into her again and again. "I am glad you are here."

She started to moan soon as those deep and powerful thrusts started to hit their mark. I knew he was stretching her with his massive cock. The way his girth really filled Neetu's pussy. The way her cunt gripped that huge cock.

"Oh, memsaab!" Bhola grunted. "I am trying to be gentle with you, but your pussy is making me crazy!"

"Oh, Bhola!" My wife moaned. "You are making me crazy."

She was trying to keep it quiet, but soon Neetu lost that battle as Bhola bellowed out, thrust deep and filled my wife full of his seed.

Both brothers were fascinated with Neetu's boobs. They would play with them and tease Neetu constantly.

"Such big breasts you have, memsaab." Bhola would say. "But they are so perfectly proportioned! They don't look obscene or ugly. They are just perfect, and your areoles and nipples are just ... perfectly sized."

"Your husband is a lucky man." Bunty would tell her, as he would massage her breasts. "Neetuji I envy him."

I didn't feel that lucky standing there watching another man fondle my wife's melons, but what could I say! My only relief was masturbating furiously in my room.

Although the door to Bhola's room would be closed shut, or sometimes just left very slightly ajar, I would still watch them pathetically and listen in, standing on my bed or outside their door, as Bhola and Neetu fucked noisily. After some time, I would go back to bed and relieve my frustrations with a quick masturbation session, even as I could hear the bed squeak from the Bhola's bedroom where my wife was being taken repeatedly by this servant.

There was one thing about Bhola. He still had the stamina from seven years ago. I would watch jealously as he would pound my eager wife like a jackhammer, switching positions a few times, and making her scream with pleasure as she would cum repeatedly. Only after Neetu was fully exhausted from her orgasms did Bhola start to ejaculate inside her. He would remain inside her for a long time before withdrawing.

Neetu was enjoying the constant sex, and it showed. She was being fucked six or seven times every night, including me, and there was a certain glow on her face that was hard to miss.

I had to appreciate Neetu as a wife. She was clearly having the best sex of her life, as she did all those years ago. Bhola, and even Bunty, was teaching her so many things about her own body. Yet she had given all of that up and remained with me, faithfully, for seven years since her affair. I just hoped this time too she would be fine giving all of this up and returning to Canada with me.

* * *


The wedding was a grand affair. Finally, after so many days, the reception was done. As Sahil, Neetu, and I sat watching the happy couple take the blessings of the elders, Neetu leaned in and kissed me.

"It's New Years' Eve my love." She whispered to me, as she kissed me again. "Wow, how late is it!"

"It's almost midnight." I exclaimed. "And that's how long it took for the festivities to wind up. And we have to leave tomorrow ... at 11 sharp!"

"Kiss me again." Neetu prompted me, even as our son looked away with a smile. "Happy New Year, my love."

I kissed her again, on the lips.

I got the first kiss from my wife as the new year began.

But I knew that the first cock in any of her holes this year wouldn't be mine.

"I will be a naughty girl tonight." Neetu whispered to me as we all got up to return to our rooms and huts. "You don't mind, do you?"

"As long as you tell me all about it after." I replied.

"Do you need to take that sedative?" Neetu grinned.

"I will be a good boy." I told her. "I will sleep in my room and won't bother you."

I was true to my word. I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed. It had been a long and tiring day.

* * *


Neetu's loud noises woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at my phone. It was 2.30 am - still early in the night. I rubbed my eyes harder, attempting to shake away the sleep that clung to me like a thick fog. I cleared my head and tried to think.

Who was fucking my wife right now? Was it Bunty? Or Bhola? Or that friend whose birthday it was? Or the other friends?

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

I listened to the familiar sounds of the bed creaking in a slow rhythm. Neetu's loud moans also wafted through the walls. Whoever was fucking her, was fucking her intensely.

My head really seemed have a huge fog inside. I knew I didn't take any sleeping pills, but it almost seemed I did. I must have drunk much more alcohol than I usually did ... I had a headache and I just wanted to go back to sleep. Still, I wanted to see who was fucking my wife.

I stood on our bed and peered in through the gap. It was very dark inside Bhola's room. Even though they hadn't drawn the blinds, there was no light coming in from outside. The moon must be behind some clouds.

I could see - whoever it was - was fucking my wife in the missionary position. I saw her lover's ass ... and his balls were continuously slapping against her thighs.

"Mmmm ..." Neetu continued to moan. "Mmmmmm... you are so good ..."

It must be someone else, I realized. Not Bhola or Bunty. Someone I hadn't seen yet. Humiliated, ashamed, yet I still slowly pulled my dick out of my pants and started stroking. It was hot - whoever was fucking my wife - he was doing a thoroughly good job, and I had to masturbate. The way he was fucking her was almost taunting me.

Be a good boy and watch from the other room, it was as if he was telling me as he continued to fuck Neetu. Your wife needs a real man.

Neetu's man suddenly pulled from her and lay on his back. I tried to peer through the darkness but the light coming through the window now fell on my wife's face ... and the cock she had started to suck.

My wife is such a good cocksucker, I marvelled, as I watch Neetu literally devour that cock. She continuously waved her long hair away from her face as she concentrated on her lover's penis. She was sucking a cock that had just been inside her cunt - something she never wanted to do with me.

The man whispered something to my wife's ears. I tried to listen, but it was in vain - he had spoken very softly. I saw Neetu look at him and then nod.

The man fucking my wife sat up on the bed and grabbed Neetu by the hips. Neetu chuckled, and then slowly grinded against him, before sitting down on his cock.

"OOoooooooh!" My wife moaned, as his hard penis re-entered her love canal.

The mystery lover held my wife by the waist as she bounced on his dick.

"Mmmmmm." Neetu was moaning again, quite loudly. I wish I could ask Neetu to be quiet. I really hoped there was no one gathering around the window, watching them.

Neetu then got up and turned around, and the sat again on her lover's dick. She groaned as his cock went up her insides again. This time her back was facing towards me, and she was face to face with her lover, kissing him, and once again I could not make out who it was.

Whoever it was ... it seemed Neetu was comfortable with him. Almost as if she was familiar with him. I wondered if he had fucked Neetu previously, so relaxed did Neetu appear to be with him, even as he was grinding against her.

My wife is so hot, I said to myself, as I continued to rub my cock and watched her have sex. Neetu had one nice juicy ass, which the man occasionally spanked. As he fucked her, he would also occasionally nibble or play with her big boobs, which kept bouncing around with her.

Her lover said something to her, and for a moment they stopped fucking. He wrapped his arms around her and she around him, and they kissed.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

It was a long kiss.

Neetu then got up and laid down on the bed on her back, her legs spread apart. Her lover positioned himself on top of her, once again in missionary position, ready to impale her again. It aroused me more, and I started stroking faster. He then inserted his penis inside her with one hard stroke.

Neetu then screamed his name.

Time stopped.

It was at this moment that the moonlight also brightened for a bit, and I got to see who her latest paramour was.

As if Neetu taking his name wasn't enough.

"OOOOH MANAV!" Neetu screamed, as he plunged into her. "OOOOH BABY!"

My hand almost stopped stroking my cock.

Almost.

It was my cousin Manav.

The one who was one of my closest relatives in India.

The one to whom I had asked to specifically put us away from everyone in a hut of our own.

The one who was now using that privacy and fucking my wife.

My own cousin.

The bride's brother Manav.

Manav was now fucking Neetu like a wild stallion.

"Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmmm. MANAV!" Neetu was now moaning quite loudly, not even caring that I was in the next room.

Manav was now ejaculating inside her. My wife was now muttering incoherently, her arms wrapped around my cousin, kissing and hugging him, as he emptied his seed inside her.

For about five minutes, they lay together, arms intertwined, bodies entangled with each other, as Manav and Neetu kissed. From time to time I saw Manav flex his buttocks, until the last of his sperm was inside my wife. Finally, he laid back on his back, relaxed.

"Oh, Manav!" My wife gushed, stroking his now flaccid dick. "That was wonderful."

There was no condom.

SMOOCH!

They kissed again.

"I have wanted to fuck you for so long, Bhabhi!" Manav remarked, in between sucking my wife's lips. "Ever since I first saw you with Gopal, you have always been in my fantasies!"

"Oh, Manav!" My wife blushed. "Now that you ... have ... fucked me ... I hope I was able to live up to your fantasies!"

"Oh, Bhabhi!" Manav smiled. "I am in heaven. I never thought ... you know ... I would ... and here I am."

SMOOCH!

They kissed again.

"Tell me, Manav." My wife urged, while still rubbing his dick. "When Bhola told me he wanted a friend to fuck me on New Year's Eve, a friend who was celebrating his birthday, I never even thought it would be you!"

Of course! I now remembered. Manav's birthday was January 1!

"Bhabhi!" Manav kissed my wife again, before continuing. "My family ... as you know ... my father ... he is always helping our poor relatives. I continued that practice. I always helped out Bhola and his family, time to time."

"You are very generous, I heard." My wife remarked.

"Yes, I helped his brother with his tuition through university." Manav explained. "Even though Bhola was in Dubai, it wasn't enough ... what he earned. Now Bunty is going to be well settled. So Bhola was always in my debt, you know."

They paused the conversation for a bit, as their kissing became heated. After some time Manav continued again.

"I heard rumours, of course, of Bhola and his ways with married men." He expounded. "Some villagers told me he was romancing housewives when he worked in the city. There were even rumours that he had an affair with you, Bhabhi, because apparently Gopal was impotent. That was the rumour."

Neetu listened quietly but did not say anything. I wondered how those rumours came back all the way to the village. Must have been Bhola's doing. He must have boasted to some people who told other people and so on.

"I never believed those." Manav continued. "Even though I always had it at the back of my mind. Then Bhola came and settled in the village, and again there were talks of him and some farmer's wife. So then one day I confronted Bhola and asked him point blank. Was there any truth in all these rumours, and more specifically, did he sleep with you."

"What did he say?" Neetu asked.

"He admitted that he had slept with you." Manav answered. "That he seduced you over a long period of time and finally you came to his bed one night. And that from then on, you were his mistress apparently for over half a year."

"Five months, actually." Neetu corrected Manav. "We were lovers for only five months."

"He told me he even shared you with another friend." Manav continued. "The things he said he did with you ... it was too unbelievable. Apparently, he treated you like ... in his words ... a slut ... he slapped you. And he did other things to you ... he said."

Once again, the conversation was paused as it got too heated, and Manav and my wife made out for about five minutes straight. I noticed my wife cleverly did not accept what Bhola said about their affair, but neither did she deny.

"I didn't know whether to believe Bhola or not." Manav confessed, after they finished kissing. "But an idea started to develop in my mind. If Bhola could share you with his friend, and you were willing, then maybe he could share you with me. When it came time to give accommodations for you ... and I had to put you and Gopal in the hut with Bhola ... I told him that I wanted to sleep with you. One night ... and it would be enough. I asked him if he could make that happen. Especially on my birthday."

"And Bhola ... in your debt ... agreed." Neetu put two and two together. "When initially he said a friend of his would sleep with me ... I thought it was Bashir ... his old friend. I never thought ... it would be you. Happy birthday, Manav."

Manav reached out and held my wife by wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulled her close to him and they started to kiss again. This time there was no break from the kissing, but soon their breathing became heavy again. It was clear that round two had begun.

For the next one hour I masturbated, and watched, as Neetu and Manav did it twice more. I watched as first he pounded her for a good twenty minutes in missionary style, before lying flat on his back. My wife then climbed on him, riding his dick, bouncing her big bubbly ass up and down. Her buttocks constantly jiggled as she rode him. Once more they flipped positions, before Manav again emptied himself into her. Thankfully, this time, I noticed her putting a condom on him before he ejaculated inside her.

Once more they talked for a good twenty minutes. Manav asked her if I had any suspicion about her affairs. Neetu sidestepped the topic by saying she wouldn't worry about me - I was sleeping soundly in the next room and ignorance was bliss. Manav laughed, and my wife joined in his laughter.

Even as I also started to cum, and ejaculate into my palm, I didn't know how to feel. With Bhola and Bunty, I knew who were sleeping with her. Manav was a complete surprise, and I felt cheated and embarrassed and emasculated and betrayed and excited and aroused - all at the same time. I mean, Manav behaved extremely respectful towards us ... even touching Neetu's feet the first time he had greeted us at the airport. And here he was, fucking my wife like a whore.

"Manav, it's almost three thirty." My wife suddenly glanced at the clock. "Soon I will have to go back to my own room."

"And Bhola still has six men who want to fuck you." Manav told her.

Six men?

Neetu groaned.

"Six?" She was incredulous. "Why did I ever agree to this?"

"I am almost done, but how about a blowjob, Bhabhi?" Manav asked my wife as casually as someone would ask for change for fifty rupees.

"Um ... sure." Neetu replied, getting up from the bed.

Manav sat up on the bed, even as Neetu got out and knelt by his side. He spread his legs a little bit as Neetu bent forward and started to lick and kiss his cock. Within moments Manav was hard.

Without another word, he grabbed Neetu firmly by the hair and tapped her cheeks. As Neetu opened her mouth in an 'O', Manav shoved his cock in her mouth.

"Mmmmm. Mmmmm." Neetu started to moan and choke and Manav started to practically face fuck her. His huge dick went in and out of her mouth, which was wide open and drooling.

It didn't take long. This was the fourth time for Manav, and he was soon emptying his balls inside my wife's mouth. Neetu swallowed every drop and sucked his flaccid dick clean. As she then stood up, Manav spanked her on ass as she started to gather her clothes, making my wife giggle.

I quickly stepped down from my watching place. It was clear that Neetu was done with him for the night. I quietly went back my position on the bed, gathered the blanket around me, and gently lay down. I heard the door to the hut open and shut, and then the water in the bathroom start to run. Neetu was freshening up before the next man came. Soon she was back in Bhola's room, fully dressed, waiting in bed, when the door opened.

I wondered who the next man would be.

"Sabbir anna!" Neetu gave a loud incredulous gasp when she saw who it was. "You?"

My head reeled in horror. So now this 65-year-old village elder was going to fuck my wife?

"You are a shameless woman, Neetu." I heard Sabbir laugh. "Giving sedatives to your husband so you can engage in sex with your servant next door! And of course, don't you know how much help I ... and others from the village ... have given Bhola over the years, especially taking care of his family when he was in Dubai. And when Krishna heard you and him ... of course ... I told him ... he must share his slut with us."

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

Soon the noises began again. And they continued to come from the room next door for a long time.

For two hours, I listened as men after men entered, one by one, and sometimes in twos and threes, making the trip to Bhola's bedroom, taking turns to fuck, and do whatever else they wanted, with my wife. The men were rough with her, not hesitating to slap her across her cheeks or spank her on the buttocks, calling her names and so on. I remained in my bed, unwilling to witness the debauchery going on inside. Neetu's moans, her groans, and her cries continued to filter through the walls. She was in constant action, with at least one dick in one of her holes, getting fucked constantly.

It was clear that Bhola had told a few friends in the village, including some from the village council, about his affairs, especially with Neetu. Now these men were here, fucking my wife and using her as a cum dump and sex toy in exchange for their silence.

I remembered something Bhola had told Neetu earlier this week.

Sluts don't deserve mercy. Especially one that left me so suddenly seven years ago. You will pay for that, memsaab.

Now I understood. Bhola was taking his revenge. He was making my wife pay.

He was punishing my wife for abandoning him so suddenly all those years ago - by making her the village slut. She would never be able to show her face here again. Other than Manav, it was mere ordinary low-class villages who were now fucking her. She was no longer a high class memsaab. She was a whore pimped out by Bhola to repay people he had some sort of debt with. My high-class wife was being used as local village hooker by the villagers.

It was a shame Neetu - and I - would have to bear forever. I didn't know of it then, but there would be another way Bhola would take his revenge.

It was around 530 in the morning when Bhola entered the room. Everyone else had gone by then. I heard him come in and talk harshly with my wife, so I stood up on the bed to watch.

Bhola was standing by the bed, his pants at his ankles. Neetu, fully naked, bite marks all over her body, was on her knees, sucking Bhola's cock. Her make up had been completely smudged, and her cheeks were red, and her hair ragged.

After about a couple of minutes, Bhola stopped fucking my wife's mouth and pulled out his cock.

As Neetu remained kneeling in front of him, Bhola calmly raised his hand.

SLAP!

"You are a slut, memsaab. Getting fucked by almost half the village tonight!"

SLAP!

"How do you manage to keep your shenanigans hidden from your useless husband is a wonder, memsaab. What an idiot he is! And what a slut you are!"

SLAP!

"All these men will forever remember the whore from Canada, memsaab."

SLAP!

I just stood on the bed, watching feebly, as Bhola continued to slap my wife, insulting her and shaming her for being an adulteress.

"Ok, memsaab." Bhola ordered. "I want you to lie on the bed, on your back, your legs spread out like the randi you are."

"Yes, Bhola. I am your randi."

Bhola made Neetu lie naked on the bed, on her back. I could see, even through the dim light, that Neetu's pussy was glistening with her own juices. Bhola stripped his own clothes and soon joined my wife on the bed, kissing her on the lips and squeezing her boobs.

"Oh Bhola." My wife moaned. "Please fuck me."

After all that, she still wanted him!

"Get ready, slut." Bhola barked.

As she rushed to comply with his order, Bhola's hard male rod probed and prodded along Neetu's thighs, hunting, searching, for the hole of her pussy. I could see that Neetu was quivering with excitement. She had been fucked all night, and he was not even inside her, yet just the mere thought of Bhola's cock entering her was sending small orgasmic shocks bubbling through her loins!

Soon, the tip of Bhola's big round cock wedged its way between Neetu's pussy lips. Then came a powerful hunch of his hips, and four, maybe five, more inches of man meat forced their way inside my wife's trembling cunt. A second such thrust, and he was all the way in.

"Whose pussy is this, my slut?" He asked my wife, as he fucked her.

"Oh Bhola! Oh Bhola!" All my wife could do moan and scream his name as this lowly servant continued to fuck her, and each stroke of his cock bringing her orgasms, making her toes curl with pleasure.

"It is yours. Ungh! Yours! I belong to you. Please keep fucking me!"

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

The sounds of the bed and Neetu's loud grunts and guttural noises of her orgasm continued, until even in the next room I could almost feel the bed shudder as Bhola reached his climax.

"You like that big cock, don't you, memsaab?"

"Oh yes, Bhola! I love it. I need it. I am your bitch, Bhola!"

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

"OK, slut, I am coming." Bhola announced.

Bhola had been pacing himself, but he had a limit - he could no longer stop it. A couple of thrusts and then he started to come in her pussy with a loud howl that rang through the hut.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! WHAT A PUSSY!!!!"

If I had been asleep, that howl should have woken me up. Bhola seemed to have no such thoughts, as he continued to ejaculate into my wife. His ass shook, and in fact the whole bed shook as he violently pumped his seed deep into my wife's pussy. When he was finally done, they both collapsed on the bed. Neetu rolled over with her legs spread eagled. Her own body was still shaking, almost violently, as she lay beside him, attempting to catch her breath after the torrid fucking she had received.

I couldn't help it. A tear or two flowed down my eyes.

What was happening to me?

I quickly rubbed them away and quietly made my way back on the bed. Yes, I had allowed my wife to have the affair, but right now it was getting too much for me. Bhola had been out of control.

I need to sleep.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. If you thought I would have trouble falling asleep, you would be wrong. Suddenly I felt very sleepy.

Bhola must have drugged my tea, I realized. He wanted to make sure I would be asleep.

As sleep started to slowly come back, I heard the squeaking of the bed again.

Creak! Squeak!

Creak! Squeak!

I thought it would be hard, but soon, even as Neetu and Bhola started their next round of debauchery, I was fast asleep.

Neetu woke me up as she got into bed. It was around 630 in the morning. We were supposed to wake up two hours later to get ready to leave for Goa.

"Please, Gopal, I need you in me," She begged.

My wife wanted me to fuck her. After all that had happened last night. Perhaps she had some remorse, and she wanted to cleanse herself again.

So ... I did.

It was a quick fuck.

"Oh ... my ... love. You are the best."

Even after how Neetu felt after having been fucked by all those men, she later told me nothing topped that night on how she felt as to when I started to ejaculate inside her. She felt whole again. She felt like a wife again.

I had to believe her.

* * *


It was about two weeks later. We were back in Ottawa, Canada. Our lives had settled back into routine. Our son was in college. I rejoined my office, mostly working from home. Neetu also started her work, again mostly working from home.

She was definitely late. Her monthly cycle meant she should have had her period ten days ago. There were no signs of her period, and she was usually never late. We took a pregnancy test.

It was positive. Sahil was going to have a brother or a sister.

"Bhola." Neetu told me that night, as we started to fuck. "He was the only one I allowed to cum inside me, without a condom. Everyone else wore a condom."

Another lie, I thought to myself. I knew Manav had cum in her once, at least, without a condom.

"I see."

"Thank you letting me be a slut on the holiday, Gopal," Neetu kissed me on the lips, even as my cock plunged again inside her.

"Well, you seemed happy, and what could I say?" I countered.

"You could have said 'no'." Neetu replied.

"Would it have stopped you, Neetu?" I asked, as I paused my thrust.

Neetu looked deep into my eyes and kissed me again.

"I don't know." She mumbled. "I am just glad you didn't say it."

"Bhola is still good, isn't he?" I asked.

"He is the best." Neetu stated. "I ... I don't want to hurt you ... Gopal ... but those two weeks in India ... they were the best sex I had in seven years. Some nights ... when you fucked me after ... after he had fucked me ... I couldn't even feel you inside me."

"Oh Neetu." I started to thrust harder into her.

"Does it turn you on, my love," Neetu continued, "To know that Bhola stretched my pussy so good those two weeks that your little cucked dick felt like nothing was inside me? Does that thought make you cum, my love?"

"Oh baby!"

"Wow, honey. You are so turned on! The fact that I am your wife, and yet my pussy belonged to another man whenever he wanted it ... it turns you on!"

I couldn't help it. I started to helplessly ejaculate inside my wife.

We continued to fuck regularly for a few months until Neetu became too big. But I knew something was off between the two of us, especially in bed. It wasn't the same. Neetu was still the loving wife ... but she felt a bit ... distracted. It was as if she was confused over something, but she didn't know how to verbalise it. She didn't know what she was confused about.

I knew. It was Bhola's final act of revenge.

Those two weeks in India had changed something in Neetu, permanently. Something that Bhola wasn't able to do the last time he had an affair with my wife ... he was successful in doing it this time. He made sure he did it.

He had made Neetu addicted to sex with a big cock, addicted to powerful orgasms, and addicted to being taken roughly.

Bhola had his revenge, and I had overplayed my hand in indulging my cuckold fantasy. I could see that Neetu was now permanently changed. She didn't realize it immediately, but I knew it was only a matter of time that she figured out that she was a curvy woman and my dick wasn't going to be enough for her from now on. She needed a big cock in her from time to time. The question is - what would she do once she realized that fact.

There was one truth in our marriage. I masturbated while Bhola impregnated. There was going to be no turning back now.

I wondered if it would be seven years before Neetu would cuckold me again. Something told me it would happen a lot sooner.

I really hope I am wrong.

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