How a "BET" change a life of Wife

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Ritika set the beer down in front of her husband Akhil with a hard thud. She was really pissed off at him. She was pissed, that it was Deewali and her best present had been some sexy new lingerie, which she hated because it objectified women. She had reluctantly agreed to try it on for him tonight and here he was ignoring her, playing Teenpati with his brother. She was pissed off that Akhil had drank a little too much and that he had gotten carried away, betting part of their rent money. She was also pissed that his good-for-nothing brother had been living with them for the last month, rent free. 

Ritika hated Rajesh with a passion. He represented everything she found reprehensible about men. Rajesh always expected her to wait on him hand and foot, bringing him beer while he watched cricket, doing his laundry for him, and all other things that he considered woman's work. Ritika always refused which seemed to shock the hell out of her brother-in-law. Ritika and Akhil on the other hand shared every household chore, like married people should. She considered herself a liberated woman and loathed Rajesh as a typical male chauvinist pig. 

Akhil and Ritika had been married for two years. They had been introduced by their parents at relative wedding. Akhil had stared in awe at the beautiful young woman standing before him. She had long curly black hair that reached down to her firm, oversized, twenty year old breasts. Her thin waist and large hips gave her the perfect hourglass figure. She wore a tasteful, conservative blue dress that reached her ankles. The beautiful young woman's buxom figure seemed to strain at her dress demanding freedom from the confining clothes. 

Ritika may have been a conservative, intellectual, feminist at heart but her body was that of the hottest pornstar and Akhil sensed there was a caged wild animal just waiting to be released underneath her bulky clothes. Akhil had pursued her and eventually she agreed to go out with him. Ritika was taking women's studies at college and they were only able to see each other on weekends. They had been dating a year when she found out he had a brother. Akhil's mother had just rolled her eyes and explained how Rajesh had always been the black sheep of the family. He had joined the INDIAN ARMY for short period and after that spent his time to traveling around the country on his motorcycle doing odd jobs here and there, never staying in one place long, a typical wanderer.

Akhil and Ritika got married two years after meeting each other. Rajesh had strolled on the day of the wedding, surprising everyone. Ritika couldn't believe that Rajesh was related to her husband. Akhil was 5'6" and really skinny. He didn't have an ounce of fat on his body, but then he didn't have any muscles either. She loved him because he understood that marriage was a partnership and he treated her as an equal in every way. Rajesh on the other hand was a giant. He rippled with muscles and towered over everyone at the wedding reception. His skin was browny from being outdoors on his motorcycle and her friends giggled over his rugged good looks. Akhil had introduced her to Rajesh and her new brother-in-law had openly eyed her body and whistled as he shook her hand. She found his behaviour to be inappropriate, primitive, and offensive, causing her to immediately dislike him. 

Akhil had taken Ritika's virginity on their wedding night and ever since then he had been trying to loosen her up in bed. Akhil couldn't get enough of her body and wanted sex constantly, which was a shame because she didn't seem to enjoy sex very much and could take it or leave it. His dreams were of oral and anal sex, but he could never get her beyond plain old intercourse under the sheets with the lights turned out. Akhil had bought a couple of adult movies, hoping that they would turn her on and give her a few ideas. She had sat through the first complaining about how it treated women as objects and how offensive it was.

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He noticed she had shut up during a scene in which a stud with a large seven inch penis was getting a blow job from a slutty big breasted blonde. He glanced over at his wife and found her staring at the screen, her mouth hanging open in amazement. She had left for bed after that and Akhil followed later, after finishing the film. He had climbed on top of her and inserted his skinny five and a half inch penis into her vagina finding her to be soaking wet. They had some of the best sex of their marriage that night, but all his hopes of a wilder, kinky wife never materialized.


They had been married a year when Rajesh made his second visit. He asked to stay with them and though he was typically rude and obnoxious, Ritika put up with him because it was only for a couple of days. On his last day in town Rajesh asked if Akhil had any porns and since Ritika was sleeping, Akhil got them out and popped one into the player. He hit play and the screen immediately lit up with the image of the large dicked man getting a blowjob from the blonde. Rajesh laughed and asked if this was Akhil's favorite scene. Akhil blushed and replied that he must not have rewound it all the way. They finished the movie and he put another one in. The screen showed a black man with the largest penis Akhil had ever seen, having anal sex with a well built white girl. His black rod must have been 8" long and extremely thick to boot. Rajesh had laughed at him again and Akhil blurted out that his wife must be watching them. Much to Akhil's embarrassment Rajesh told him that his wife must have a thing for big cocks, since she wasn't getting one at home. The day before Rajesh had walked in on Akhil, when he was changing and had laughed at the little worm dangling between his brother's legs. Akhil had been so ashamed, that he suppressed his memory of the incident. 

Rajesh showed up again a year later on November and asked to stay through January if he could find a job. Rajesh wanted to save up enough money to head out from Goa. Ritika was furious but relented when he agreed to pay for his share of the bills. They had been struggling to make ends meat for the past year. Akhil had a fairly decent job as an accountant and Ritika had discovered that women's studies hadn't exactly opened up a lot of career opportunities for her and she was waiting tables at a nearby diner, much to her displeasure. 


Akhil looked at the pot. There had to have been at least ? 80,000 there. He glanced at his cards for the hundredth time, three Ten’s. His cocky brother had just raised him another ? 5000, money that Akhil didn't have. The game had gotten out of hand, with each brother throwing in money until the stakes had gotten this serious. Akhil looked up at his brother; Rajesh was staring back at with a huge grin on his face as he waited for Akhil's bet. Akhil glanced over at his wife. She was holding another beer bottle for him and staring at the money on the table. They could sure use the extra cash as they were a little strapped for the holidays. 

"I don't have enough," he said. 

"Well then," said Rajesh triumphantly, "I'll just have to take all this cash." 

He was reaching out for the money when his brother interrupted him. 

"Maybe, I can offer you something else," Akhil said. Akhil couldn't pass up this much cash just because he was short a little money. He had three-of-a-kind, playing one on one with his brother at Teenpati. What were the odds of Rajesh having a better hand? 

"What you offering?" Rajesh asked. 

Akhil asked, "What do I have that you want?" 

Rajesh's eyes immediately went to Ritika standing there with a beer in her hand. "How about a blowjob from that sexy wife of your’s?" Akhil stared at his brother in shock and heard Ritika gasp and then the sound of the beer bottle shattering as it hit the floor. 

"You filthy pervert," she said in disgust and went to get a broom and towel to clean up the beer and broken glass. 

"I can't do that Rajesh," said Akhil. "For one thing I don't own her to bet with and for another thing it's adultery and that's a sin. He heard Ritika return and stand behind him looking at his three Ten’s. 

Rajesh said, "It's not adultery according to me, but I'll make you a deal. If you win you keep the money and if I win, I keep half the money and your wife has to jerk me off. You can keep the other half of the cash." 

Akhil had opened his mouth to reply, "no way" when Ritika interrupted and said she do it. He looked up at her in surprise and she pulled him into the kitchen.

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Ritika told her husband that there was no way that Rajesh could beat three-of-a-kind and that they couldn't afford to lose half their rent money, even if he did have a better hand. Ritika added that they could sure use all the money in the pot and that Rajesh owed them anyway for letting him live there rent free. They argued for a minute and they returned to Rajesh, after Akhil reluctantly gave in to her. 

"Alright, it’s a bet," said Akhil holding his cards confidently, while his wife stood behind him. 

"Ok," replied Rajesh with a grin. "On one condition. Ritika has to wear that sexy pair of bra and panties you gave her, when she does it." 

Ritika clenched her teeth with rage. She was furious at her husband for putting her in this position and for showing his big jerk of a brother, the sleazy lingerie Akhil had given her. Decent women simply didn't wear outfits like that in front of men, including their husbands. She gave Akhil a look that told him he would be paying for this later on, after they won the money. "Let’s just get this over with," she said, her heart thumping in her chest from nervousness. 

Rajesh smiled and said, "Let’s see what you got." 

Akhil spread his cards out revealing his three Ten’s and he and Ritika both shouted in delight at the look of surprise on Rajesh's face. Akhil was reaching out to gather up his money when Rajesh stopped him and spread out his cards, three queens. Akhil was crestfallen and Ritika just gasped in shock. 

"Rajesh, you’re not really planning on making Ritika go through with it or you?" Akhil asked. 

Rajesh looked at Ritika, she was staring at him hopefully. He openly looked down her incredible figure and felt his cock stir. It looked like her body was straining to be free of her clothes. The only women he had seen with figures like hers were porn stars and their bodies were usually half fake. "A bets a bet bro," Rajesh said still staring at Ritika. "You were going to keep all the money if you won right? Now Ritika you run upstairs and change into that sexy outfit and bring back some Vaseline with you." 

Akhil looked at his wife. She was looking at his brother with both anger and disgust written all over her face. "Honey, you don't have to do it if you don't want to," he told her. "Rajesh can keep all the money and I'll pick up some extra hours at work to cover the rent."

Ritika shot her husband a look filled with just as much disgust as she was giving his brother. "No dammit, serves you right for getting me in this mess." She turned and angrily stomped off upstairs to change. 

Akhil dejectedly watched his brother divide up their money. At least he got to keep half, not needing to worry about the rent now, and all Ritika had to do was tug on Rajesh's penis a couple times. Akhil saw his brother breathing heavily with excitement as he waited for Ritika and Akhil suddenly remembered something a little unnerving. Akhil was thirty and Rajesh was eight years older so they didn't have the same friends. Even so, rumors about what a stud his brother was had trickled down to Akhil's class. Rajesh had a reputation for being extremely well hung and he had apparently nailed dozens of women before leaving for the Indian Army. Akhil on the other hand, only had one blowjob and been jerked off once before losing his virginity with Ritika. He remembered the girls coming on really strong, but they had seemed disappointed with his little penis. 

They never returned his phone calls after the first date. Had his brother's reputation caused them to hit on him? Akhil suddenly remembered the incident with the videos from Rajesh's last visit. Ritika apparently had a fascination with big penises and if the rumors were true, she was about to see one in person. Surely, Rajesh had forgotten about that incident also? Hadn't he? Ritika's clothes hit the floor and she sighed in relief as the cool air caressed her body. She always felt so hot and claustrophobic wearing such heavy dresses, but she endured it since intelligent, decent women always covered up their bodies. She was surprised to see her nipples were hard and jutting out about half an inch. She pinched her nipples and moaned softly in pleasure at their sensitivity. She attributed it to the cold from the air conditioner and went back to changing. Ritika put the box on the bathroom sink and removed the little red panties. She slid them on, the thong running up between her butt cheeks

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. The bra matched the panties and she put it on, noticing that her areolas were visible through the thin material. Her long nipples stretched the thin material out even further. Surprisingly, the outfit felt very comfortable. It seemed to caress her body and she found herself wishing that she could wear this little all the time so that she wouldn't feel so constrained. She looked at herself in the mirror. It was hard not to feel proud for looking this good, despite being so conservative. Her looks and figure were better than the sluts in Akhil's porno movies and she shivered as she thought about the big fake penises in his movies, especially the unreal black penis being rammed into that one whore’s ass. She had never confessed to liking Akhil's movies as she considered them undignified, but there was no denying how much they excited her when she secretly watched them.

 Ritika spun around seeing her bare ass and realized she was about to show off more of her body to her brother-in-law then anyone including her husband had ever seen. She grabbed the Vaseline, put on her robe and headed down stairs. Ritika knew that this was as much her fault as it was Akhil's and felt that the humiliation would be punishment enough for both of them. Besides, it would be all over in a couple minutes. 

Rajesh had a smug, superior look on his face when Ritika entered wearing the short robe. "Alright Ritika," he said. "Let’s see what you've got." 

Ritika flashed her brother-in-law a nasty look that spoke volumes, and with a resigned shrug, she opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. She braced herself for the whistles and catcalls, but they never came. What did surprise her was the reaction she was getting from the two men. Akhil was staring at her lustfully and she could see the outline of his erect penis beneath his jeans. Rajesh on the other hand had stood up straight and looked like he was about to bang her right on the spot. She shivered in fear as she looked up at him towering over her. Ritika was both surprised and disappointed in herself for finding that the experience was actually arousing her. Here she was a strong, intelligent woman getting turned on by showing off her body before her husband and a man that she despised with a passion.

Happy “Fucking” Deewali, thought Rajesh as he eyed Ritika dressed as a sexy Pornstar. He knew she had been hiding a hot body under all those clothes, but he never imagined it was this perfect. How did my wimpy little brother score a babe this hot, he thought? "Let's see a little more," said Rajesh as he made a circling motion with his fingers. 

Ritika was ready to slap him, but just gritted her teeth and spun around, showing off her bare rear end and the rest of her body. "Come on Rajesh let’s get this over with," she said. "Take it out." 

Rajesh shook his head no. "You get to do the honors," he said as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head. 

She found herself staring at his bare chest and she couldn't help but be impressed with his physique, despite her feelings for him personally. She looked down at his pants and reached out to unbuckle his belt. She was reaching for his buttons, when she felt him put his hands on her shoulders and push her down to her knees. She tried to resist, but he was just to strong and she relented, kneeling before his crotch. His pants were really stretched out in the front and she assumed they must be too big for him. She wanted to get this unpleasant experience over with and quickly unbuttoned his pants pulling the zipper down. She tugged at his jeans and struggled to get his tight pants down over his hips. When she had them down around his ankles he stepped out of them and she reached up to yank off his white briefs and stopped. 

The bulge contained under his briefs was simply immense. Ritika was confused and shook her head in denial. She had always thought that her husband had a nice sized penis and that the large ones in the porn’s were fake. He must have stuffed a sock or three in there, she reasoned. She grabbed the waist band of his underwear and jumped back in surprise as his massive penis leaped out at her and rested half erect against her right cheek. His penis must be at least 10" long she thought to herself in shock. His giant penis rubbed against her cheek and then started to rise up the side of her face and it came to rest against her forehead. Ritika found herself looking down the underside of his massive shaft at the big vein underneath, pulsing with power. It had grown another inch and she realized that it had to be just short of a foot long at full erection. Rajesh's penis was close to three times the length of her husband's and twice as thick. Even his testicles are bigger then Akhil's she thought as she stared at his big hairy balls.

 She felt Rajesh pull back a little and his penis slowly slid down her face over the bridge of her nose and the fat head came to rest on her parted lips. She was still staring ahead in a state of shock and as she felt it on her lips she glanced down its length and then up Rajesh's hard, muscular body and she saw his face grinning down at her. Ritika spent the next couple of days wondering why she reacted the way she did, but as she thought of herself kneeling half naked before such a strong, powerful man with his super-sized penis resting against her mouth, without thinking, she pursed her lips and kissed its plump head. Ritika quickly came to her senses and pulled back so that his penis hovered before her face horrified at what she had done. She briefly worried about Akhil but, he was behind her and hopefully hadn't seen her do it.

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Rajesh had seen it of course, and he laughed. "What's a matter Ritika," he said. "I thought you were in a hurry to jack off my cock." 

Ritika was offended by his course language. She was in a hurry to get this over with, but the size of his shh…penis had shocked her. Never taking her eyes off his incredible shhh.. penis, she reached up and grabbed the Vaseline. She put a glob on her hand and then thinking that it would take a lot more to cover such a large cock, she scooped up a larger glob. Ritika reached out her Vaseline covered hand and for the first time in her life grabbed a cock other than her husband’s. Rajesh's cock was so much bigger then her husband’s little penis that she gathered up even more Vaseline on her other hand. She covered the head with Vaseline and ran her hand down to the base, lubricating it thoroughly and she measured him with both hands to see how big it was. It took four of her hands to cover the shaft and his cock's fat head was still peaking out at her. Her fingers couldn't touch as they encircled it and she could feel it throbbing in her hands. Akhil's erections were always soft and bendable but Rajesh's cock was so hard that you could hammer nails with it. 

Ritika was both awed and shocked by Rajesh's cock. She began tugging on it with both hands and then she began running her hands up and down his foot long shaft, stopping only to put on more Vaseline. Ritika never took her eyes of Rajesh's cock as she stroked it. She became memorized by the rhythmic movement of her hands gliding up and down his shaft and entered a strange dreamlike state. In her dreams, her hands turned into lips and she was impossibly swallowing all twelve inches of his rod down her throat. Then her lips grew hairy and his cock was pounding into her vagina, no her vagina was for her husband. Rajesh was fucking her pussy. His massive shaft darkened, turning dark brown to black and then she was the blonde slut in the video taking his black cock up her ass. She dreamed she was Rajesh's slut and all three of her holes were filled at once by three 12" cocks. She moaned softly at the thought of having all her holes stuffed full of cocks that large. 

Akhil moved around to the side to get a better view. He heard his wife moan and realized that his worst fears had come true. She was completely enthralled by his brother's gigantic penis and after seeing it for himself he couldn't blame her. Akhil was both worried, ashamed, and surprisingly, excited at the same time. If these two had been strangers, he would be observing the most erotic sight of his life. He wasn't used to seeing Ritika dressed so sluttily and it was easy to pretend she was some porn goddess stroking off the penis of some well hung stud. Akhil's little penis was so hard it ached under his pants and he yearned to release it. 

Ritika's tired arms brought her out of her dream and she hated herself for the thoughts that had gone through her mind. She didn't want to take her eyes off that beautiful cock, but she managed to glance at the clock. Then she glanced back, she must have been confused about the time, because she could swear she had started jerking him off fifty minutes ago. Impossible, she thought, it should have been over in five minutes, but then why were her arms so tired? She glanced up at her brother-in-law and found he was still staring down at her an arrogant smirk on his face. There was sweat on his brow and he was breathing heavy. She felt his cock throbbing under her hands, and she returned her attention to his shaft. The head was swelling up even bigger and its eye was opening and closing with each stroke of her hand. She started stroking it faster now. 

The power she felt at knowing she was about to make him orgasm giving her arms the strength to finish. Ritika brought her head down to get a better view of the drops of semen that were about to trickle out of the pee slit. The hood just continued to swell even larger and just when she thought Rajesh was going to last forever, she saw the eye open wide and then his hot white seed was spraying her face. Her mouth opened wide as she pulled back in horror and she saw a long strand of his cum blast from the head of his cock and it flew into her mouth, striking the back of her throat. Ritika gulped as she tried to scream and swallowed his hot cum down before she had time to think. More strands of semen hit her face and breasts soiling her red bra. She fell back trying to escape his sperm bath and even more of his semen splattered on her belly and abdomen. Ritika scurried to her feet and ran up the stairs crying.


She could barely see herself in the bathroom mirror through her tears and wiped her eyes. The beautiful woman she had been proud of an hour ago was gone, replaced by a sperm covered slut from one of her husband's porno’s. She saw her soiled new lingerie, splattered with semen and she stripped naked, throwing the stained bra and panties into the trash. She stood there panting heavily watching her large breasts rising and falling with each breath. Ritika was very confused. She had read somewhere that the male orgasm normally only filled up a tea spoon, yet Rajesh's cum could fill up at least three shot glasses. Some sperm was dripping down over her left nipple and she went to wipe it up with her finger, but instead found herself rubbing his semen around her hard nipple, moaning as the pungent aroma of so much cum overwhelmed her sense of smell, intoxicating her with it's smell. 

She still could taste him in her mouth as she brought up her cum coated fingers and began to lick them. She found herself scooping up his semen and shoveling it into her mouth trying to taste more. Ritika became a ravenous animal and couldn't get enough, licking around her lips trying to get it all. She then eyed the sperm on her nipple and she bent her neck and pushed her breast up, licking one long nipple clean. Ritika was out of control, scooping a glob of his seed out of her belly button and quickly sucked it off her finger.

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The only semen left untouched, was on her abdomen and it was trickling down onto her pubic hair. She scooped it up and was about to bring her finger up to her mouth, when her hand reversed course and pushed her cum covered finger into her vagina, trying to push his seed deep into her womb. Ritika's legs grew wobbly as she fingered her hungry pussy. She collapsed to her knees, then she fell forward on her shoulder before the toilet, with her ass thrust up in the air as she rapidly fingered herself. She moaned softly and opening her eyes saw the light reflect off another glob of semen on her red bra hanging out of the trash can before her. Resting her weight on her shoulder, she reached out her free hand and scooped it off the bra. She stared at it shining on her fingertip for a couple of seconds before bringing her hand up over her rear end. 

She pushed her cum covered finger into her rectum, pushing his remaining sperm deep into her ass. Ritika was trembling and moaning softly as she moved her fingers in and out of her two holes. It was a strange, fulfilling experience, and she felt an unfamiliar, but incredible feeling growing deep within her belly and then it erupted spreading waves of pleasure throughout her body. Her ass clenched her finger tight and she felt her pussy expand and contract as the finger in it got soaked by her juices. The powerful feeling frightened her at first, until she realized that she must of had her first orgasm, while pushing another man’s sperm into a place only her husband’s had gone and another place no man's cum had ever been, until now. 

Ritika felt another one coming and tried to fight it, whispering "I hate him. I don't want that big cock," over and over again, but she shook and almost screamed as the second orgasm overwhelmed her and the pleasure caused her to pass out to dreams of being dominated by her brother-in-law's giant cock. 

She awoke soon afterwards to a pounding on the door and she pushed herself to her hands and knees, her head hanging before the toilet. 

Akhil stuck his head in and said "You ok there honey?" 

Ritika nodded and pointed at the toilet like she was going to throw up. 

"Yell, if you need anything," he said. "And Ritika I'm sorry about all this." Akhil saw his wife look at him sadly without saying anything and he said, "I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom." Akhil closed the door a little relieved. She wasn't as covered in his brother's cum as he thought. If she was sick to her stomach she probably wouldn't have had time to clean it off. So, he reasoned, it must have looked a lot worse than it had been. Akhil felt a little better, as he stripped and got into bed. 

Ritika threw herself into the shower. The strange urges that had overwhelmed her were gone and she was filled with self loathing as she tried to scrub all traces of his sperm off her body. She spent thirty minutes rubbing soap everywhere his cum had touched her and she still didn't feel clean. She finally got out of the shower when the hot water turned cold. There were tears in her eyes as she brushed her teeth, at least five times, rinsing out her mouth with mouthwash after each one. She looked at the toothbrush and threw it into the trash on top of her ruined lingerie. She could by a new toothbrush tomorrow. 

Ritika hated Rajesh more than ever now. No decent man would ever make her do what he did. Why didn't he warn her about the size of his orgasms? She was disgusted with her husband from not stopping her from going through with it and for not being a man and throwing his brother out of their house, but most of all she hated herself for reacting the way she had. 

Akhil lay in bed waiting for his wife. He was hornier then he had ever been in his life and was worried she would be too pissed off or sick to her stomach to make love to him. He needn't have worried; Ritika practically threw herself on him. She spread her legs and ground her pussy against his pubic hairs trying to get him deep inside her as she rode him up and down. She was trying to kiss him but all he could think of was his brother's semen shooting into her mouth and he kept turning his head away from her.


Ritika felt her husband squirming underneath her to avoid kissing her mouth, and she figured he must think she had vomited. She forcefully grabbed his head and kissed him on the lips slipping her tongue in and out of his mouth. He resisted at first and then kissed her back. She needed the familiar taste and smell of her husband to cover up her memory of Rajesh. Typical of Akhil, she felt his penis swell up and ejaculate inside her after five minutes. His small load didn't even penetrate as far as her finger had and did little to stop the invading sperm of his brother. Still, it was the best sex they had ever had and she collapsed beside him, exhausted. 

They lay side by side panting and Akhil yawned saying, "Rajesh sure is well hung, isn't he?"

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"I had no idea there were cocks that big," she whispered back, staring at the roof, eye wide open at the memory. 

Akhil's eyes narrowed, "What did you say?" 

Ritika caught her mistake and replied, "I said, I didn't know penises got that large." 

"Oh" said Akhil closing his eyes, "I love you Ritika," 

"I love you too." she replied thinking about Rajesh's cock. Ritika laid awake all night thinking of the foot long monster waiting on the couch downstairs. Exhausted, she finally fell asleep about dawn. 

Rajesh slowly stroked his cock all night waiting for Ritika to come to him. No woman had ever been able to resist his penis once they had seen it. The sun was coming up, when he realized she probably wasn't coming and he was both surprised and delighted to think that he had a challenge on his hands.
Akhil finished combing his hair and headed downstairs while Ritika was still in the shower. He hadn't slept well as he kept having disturbing dreams about his wife and brother all night long. He kissed his wife good morning and noticed she looked exhausted, like she hadn't slept very well either. 

He went down to the kitchen and poured some coffee, Rajesh was sitting at the table reading the sports section of the morning paper wearing only his sweat pants. Rajesh's eyes were blood shot, showing that no one had gotten any sleep that night.

Akhil sipped his coffee and looked out the sliding glass door, out over the neighbors houses. He adjusted the glasses on his nose and summoned his courage drawing himself up to his full height, which was still a foot shorter then Rajesh. Akhil turned and looked at his brother quietly reading the paper. "Rajesh," he said. His brother just grunted in reply, not taking his eyes off yesterdays scores. 

"I want you to know, that I consider your behavior last night to be disgusting and immoral. If you ever so much as attempt to do anything like that again, I'm going to ask you to leave." 

Rajesh couldn't believe his ears. The wimp had actually stood up to him and for a split second he was proud of his little brother. Akhil was clearly quite nervous and was shaking as he reprimanded his much bigger sibling. Rajesh never regretted anything he had ever done and he tried to imagine what being remorseful felt like. When he thought he had it, he got a sad, apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry Akhil. I know I can be a jerk and last nights behavior was way out of line. It was just that I was drunk, and I hadn't gotten laid in three days, so I was horny as hell. I know Ritika doesn't like me and I promise I'll show her more respect from now on."

Akhil sighed in relief when Rajesh didn't kill him. He thanked his brother for understanding his position and left for work. He walked out onto the deck and was heading to his car when it hit him. That had been only three days worth of cum, yet it had been more sperm then his own balls produced in a year. What if it had been a week since Rajesh had gotten off? A year? Akhil briefly pictured Ritika drowning in a pool filled with his brother's semen and shuddered in horror at the thought. 

Rajesh watched his brother drive away and promptly removed his sweats, throwing them out into the living room on the couch. He sat there clad only in his tight white briefs from last night and as he had a good hard morning erection, it showed off his bulge superbly.

Ritika was also trying to drum up the courage to face Rajesh. Everywhere she looked were reminders of his big, thick, cock, from her can of hair spray to the curtain rod in the shower. She finished putting on her bulky, waitress uniform and went down into the kitchen, knowing Rajesh would be there.

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She suppressed a gasp when she saw him sitting at the table practically naked. His legs were spread wide showing off the enormous bulge beneath his underwear as he sat there quietly reading the paper. She tried to suppress the memory of last night as she got a bowl of cereal out of the cupboard. Ritika opened the refrigerator and found herself staring at a large fat cucumber. She ran her hand down the hard, rough skin of the cucumber and grabbed the bottle of milk behind it. After filling up her bowl, she saw three long bananas sitting on the counter and thought that one would taste pretty good in her cereal, so she grabbed the biggest one and peeled off the skin. She looked at the long white fruit and decided she didn't want to cut it up to put in her bowl for some reason and stared at it lying on the counter as she ate her cereal. Ritika was uncomfortable with Rajesh in the room and she wanted to get moving. She looked up at the clock on the wall and realized she was running late.


She grabbed his meat out of the freezer and threw it into their cook pot, to let it slow cook all day. It was Akhil's turn to make dinner that night and he would finish it when he got home. She was relieved to think that it would just be her and her husband as Rajesh would be bartending until late. She grabbed her purse and the banana and walked out to the garage to her car. She sat in her car in the driveway for a couple minutes and thought about Rajesh. Just thinking about him made her mad and she was growing angrier by the minute. Why had he ignored her? She had braced herself to be humiliated and teased by the man she hated and all she had gotten was silence. Why hadn't he thanked her getting him off? She didn't even know if he had enjoyed it and for some reason she hoped he had, but did he throw so much as a kind word in her direction. She even wished he had laughed at her when she came into the kitchen, anything but ignoring her. Oh how I hate that arrogant bastard, she thought.

Ritika was thinking of Rajesh's hard body as she looked at herself in the rear view mirror. She brought the banana up to her mouth to take a bite and rested it on her lips, seeing it in the mirror. A horrible, foreign thought popped into her mind and she pictured herself crawling under the kitchen table and pulling down Rajesh's briefs, she had to know what it was like. Ritika watched her mouth open and instead of biting, she pushed the banana in deep. She saw her cheeks bulging out as she took the long banana further into her mouth. She thought how natural it looked having something that large in her mouth and pictured how good the slutty blonde in the porno looked stuffing that laughable little seven inch penis down her throat. She was curious as to how much she could take and pushed the banana in deeper until she gagged, crushing the pulp. Like a starving animal she shoved the rest of the banana into her mouth, swallowing most of it without chewing. Ritika was still hungry and thought about running inside for another banana, but then remembering she'd have to pass by Rajesh to get it, so she started the car and left for work. 
 
The rest of the week’s went by without incident much to Akhil's relief. Rajesh had announced that he would be leaving by the end of January and Ritika seemed a lot happier knowing he'd be out of their house soon. She avoided him whenever possible, but when he was around she seemed to make every effort to get along with him, from picking up after him to doing his laundry without complaint. She even seemed to anticipate when he wanted a beer and she would bring it out to the living room for him before he asked for one. She still complained in private to Akhil, telling him she couldn't wait until he was gone.


The three of them were getting along so well that Rajesh invited them to come out to the bar he worked at, to ring in the New Year. Rajesh told his brother that he'd hook them up with drinks as he'd be quitting soon and didn't care if he got caught and fired. Rajesh fed them free beers and shooters all night and they were quite drunk by the time midnight rolled around.

"Three...two...one....Happy New Year," everyone shouted and the noise makers went off as the crowd downed the traditional glass of champagne.  Ritika turned to her husband and gave him a quick kiss. Then seeing Rajesh had no one to kiss, she leaned across the bar, smiling and puckered up. She felt Rajesh grab the back of her head and he held her lips to his as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. She wanted to fight it and resisted at first, but then she began kissing him back. Ritika could practically hear her nipples pop out under her bra as Rajesh gave her a kiss that curled her toes. She pulled away from him breathing heavily her face flushed, caught between wanting to slap him or begging him for another kiss. She stared at him for a moment before turning back to her husband, he was out of it and hadn't seen anything. Rajesh just nonchalantly returned to his bar tending duties like nothing had happened.

[Givemeextra]

Ritika told Akhil she was ready to go and realizing that they were both too drunk to drive home, she asked Rajesh to call them a cab. He told her that he'd be off soon and would drive them home. They could take him to pick up his bike in the morning. Ritika agreed as Rajesh hadn't been able to drink too much while working and seemed sober. 

Ritika was really wound up and wide awake. She wanted to keep celebrating as she sat next to Rajesh in the front seat of their car. Akhil on the other hand had passed out in the back seat. She glanced over at Rajesh driving. He was wearing khaki Trouser and a tight blue tank top that showed off his biceps well. She couldn't resist glancing down at his crotch and was excited to see the large outline of his cock underneath his Trouser. She glanced away before he could catch her staring at him. 

Rajesh pulled into their driveway, shook Akhil awake, and asked, "Anybody up for some pool?" 

Both Akhil and Ritika said, "Yes" and they left the car and went into the garage. Akhil had an old, beat up pool table in there and they grabbed some pool sticks and got ready to play. "Ritika go get us three beers," Rajesh said as he racked the balls. 

Ritika was half way to the kitchen before she realized he hadn't even said please. Who the hell does he think he think he is? Just because he's got a big dick and can kiss like Casanova doesn't mean he can order me around like his servant. Then she paused in thought, he had been ordering her around all week’s and she had waited on him willingly, craving his attention. He had practically ignored her and she was dying to be acknowledged in some way for jerking him off. Her cheeks flushed with anger at herself and her brother-in-law. I'm an educated, liberated woman, she thought, but why am I behaving this way? She grabbed three beers and stomped back to the garage. 
Akhil had done a poor job breaking, in his drunken state and gave up saying he couldn't see the balls as they were moving around too much. He told his wife to play Rajesh and collapsed heavily on the steps and his chin fell forward, resting on his chest.

Ritika was a good pool player and easily ran the table. She felt triumphant beating her arrogant brother-in-law at something and laughed at the surprised look on his face. "What's the matter, Rajesh," she teased. "Don't you like being beaten by a girl." 

"One more game," he growled. "and go get us a couple more beer, while I rack." 

"Loser gets the beer," she said grabbing the rack from him." She returned his glare with a smile and flushed with pride at seeing him storm off to the kitchen. 

Rajesh returned and stepped over a comatose Akhil lying uncomfortably across the steps. "I'll be right back," he said throwing his brother over his shoulder. Rajesh carried Akhil into the house and deposited him on the couch in the living room. Rajesh walked back to the garage and Ritika easily won the second game. Rajesh got two more beers and returned to a smug Ritika waiting to break the balls. 

"You're very good," he told her. 

"Thanks, my Granddaddy was a professional pool player and taught me a lot of tricks." 

"Well I know some tricks of my own." he said. "I bet I can win this next game." 

"I bet you can't," she replied without thinking. 

"Alright, if I win, you have to jack me off again." 

She glared at him thinking how much she'd like shove that cocky attitude down his throat. "Rajesh, I'm never going anywhere near your cock again." 

"Oh come on Ritika, It felt great the other night and I haven't cum since then. That was the best hand job in my life and besides you only have to do it if you lose." 

Ritika was prepared to slap him. What she wasn't prepared for was the feeling of satisfaction she got knowing that she had pleased him and that he wanted her to do it again. She felt a strong urge to fall to her knees and jack him off right then, but she resisted the urge, ashamed of herself for even thinking it. She gave in to his pleas, thinking there was no way he could beat her. "Alright Rajesh but, if I win you have to pack your bags and leave my house within two days," she said almost regretting her words at the hurt look on Rajesh's face.

[Givemeextra]

"Hold on there Ritika, that's pretty serious stuff there. Those kinds of stakes should be worth a blow job at the very least."

She looked at him in disgust, “There no way I'm putting anything a man pees from, in my mouth and especially not your thing." Ritika said shivering at how cold and clammy her soaking wet panties felt against her thighs.

Rajesh reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. "These are my tips from tonight. There's about around ? 20,000 here. If you win, you get the money and I'm gone tomorrow, but if I win you have to strip naked and suck on my cock until I cum." 

Ritika shivered as she pictured herself naked sucking on his big cock just likes, her had the banana earlier in the weeks. She forced herself to concentrate and thought of all the things she could do with an extra money. Ritika also thought how pleasant it would be to have Rajesh out of her hair a month sooner than expected. She accepted the bet on the condition that he'd give her plenty of warning so she wouldn't have to swallow his cum. She also made him promise that he'd point his cock away from her this time when he ejaculated. Rajesh readily agreed to her terms. Ritika broke and immediately sank three balls. 

She was lining up the fourth when Rajesh said, "I didn't know you hated me so much Ritika." 

"Can't stand you," she replied moving her stick back to shoot. 

"You sure seemed to love my cock though" 

Ritika missed her shot and stood up all flustered. "I don't...It was....You’re just..." 

"I especially liked that little kiss you planted on its head." 
“It was just so big and impressive," she finally blurted out immediately horrified at what she had said. If he was arrogant now think how full of himself he'd get knowing she thought his cock was impressive. 

"Thank you," he said bowing his head at the compliment. "Think how big and impressive it's going to feel stuffed in your mouth." 

She resisted an impulse to crack the pool stick over his head. 

Rajesh was studying the pool table. She had left him with no shots. He was worried about losing his money; he needed it to cover his expenses when he took off for Mumbai. Ritika had turned out to be much better than he had thought and though he had been holding back during the first two games, he realized she still could win. He was saved by the sound of Akhil falling to the floor in the living room.Ritika went to check up on her husband and found him stumbling around the living room. She helped him upstairs to their bedroom, to put him in bed. 

Rajesh watched Ritika slowly going up the stairs, her husband hanging on her. He noticed Akhil's camcorder was sitting on the desk, attached to the computer. He quickly ran over and pointed it at the couch and pressed record. 

When Ritika returned to the garage, Rajesh was holding the pool stick between his legs, chalking the end of it. He looked like he was polishing the head of a skinny four foot long penis and she suppressed a laugh as she imagined herself using his foot long penis to shoot pool. She watched Rajesh bend over to shoot and he easily ran the table winning the game. It was over so fast, her mind didn't even have time to register the consequences of his victory and she felt Rajesh grab her hand and drag her inside the house to the couch.

[Givemeextra]

Rajesh positioned Ritika in front of the video camera, she was staring blankly at his chest in a state of shock. He untucked her shirt and started unbuttoning her blouse. He grew impatient and ripped her blouse open revealing her large, fair breasts contained by a lacy blue bra.Ritika wasn't prepared for the feelings that overwhelmed her when he ripped off her top and started taking off her long denim skirt. She was horrified to think that she was about to cheat on Akhil, for there was no doubt in her mind that oral sex was sex and what made it worse was that she had always refused to do it to her husband, telling him it was dirty and immoral, though she had wanted to try it ever since watching his porno’s. Despite her feelings of guilt for what she was about to do her body was betraying her. Her nipples were so hard she felt they were going to stretch out her bra until the elastic snapped and her panties felt so damp, she thought they would slide down her legs from the extra weight. It was like her body was conspiring against her, trying to force her to appear nude before this dominant male.

Rajesh kneeled before her and she trembled thinking how close his head was to her panty covered crotch. He grabbed her calves and had her step out of her shoes leaving her in only her underwear. She once again felt relief at being out of her confining clothes, wishing that she could wear this little all the time. She watched him stand up and kick his shoes off, as he pulled off the tank top. "Stop Rajesh, please don't make me do this," she begged."Stop Rajesh, please don't make me do this," she begged. 

Rajesh just grinned as he deftly unhooked her bra causing her breasts to jump out as they were freed from their prison. No man but, Akhil had ever seen her bare breasts before and she held her arms across her chest to hide them. "Nnnoo, Rajesh, please stop now," she cried. She felt Rajesh's hand grab her panties and she moaned as his knuckles ran across her pubic hairs as he reached inside them. She heard him laugh when he felt how wet they were and she blushed with shame. Rajesh grabbed them tight and she moaned louder as they twisted and slid into her pussy, parting her vaginal lips. He yanked on her panties pulling her into his arms. Ritika used her dainty little hands to catch herself against his chest and she ran them across the muscular ridges in his chest and abs. His body was as hard as a brick wall, as hard as his cock had been the other night. Her nose took in his strong masculine odor and she inhaled deeply. Her legs went weak, and she would have fallen to the floor at his feet but he still held her up by her panties.


Rajesh encircled his arm around her and leaned down so that he could push her panties down to her knees. He stood back up and used his foot to push them all the way down to the floor. 

She was now naked before this handsome giant, ready to suck on his foot long cock. Rajesh steadied her on her feet and reaching out, he rolled her nipples between his fingers causing her to moan again. Despite the waves of electricity emanating out from her sensitive nipples she gritted her teeth and said, "Ohhh, your not, ahh-llowed to touch." 

Rajesh held her up for a second looking down at her full breasts and at her vagina just below a beautiful flat, fair belly. He put his hands on her shoulders and met little resistance as he pushed her down to her knees. 

Ritika knelt before her brother-in-law and stared at his Trouser bulging out from the pressure of his mighty cock. She reached out a trembling hand and grasped his zipper pulling it down slowly. Then she brought her other hand up and unbuttoned his Trouser. His pubic hairs were visible through the open area on his Trouser and she realized he wasn't wearing underwear. Ritika reached up and grabbing the waist band of his Trouser she slowly began pulling them down, holding her breath in anticipation as his cock slowly revealed itself to her for the second time in a week. She exhaled when the fat head of his cock popped out of his Trouser, still in awe over his size. It dangled down about eight inches and she could see the large vein on his cock pulsing with power. 

With each pulse, it grew a little longer, a little thicker, until it was at full erection pointing directly at her mouth. Her hand reached out and hefted it feeling its weight again. Ritika leaned forward and poised her mouth about an inch away from the throbbing head. She looked at the pre-cum oozing from his pee slit, thinking it was as much as Akhil came in a regular orgasm. It must take an awful lot of lubrication to cover this monster completely she reasoned while watching a drip travel down the head to dangle underneath.

[Givemeextra]

She looked up his incredible body and locked eyes with him. Never breaking eye contact she leaned forward and planted a lingering kiss on the head of his cock. Rajesh acknowledged her gesture of submission and nodded down at her as Ritika kissed his cock again. He nodded again in the direction of the kitchen. 

Never taking her lips of his cock, Ritika turned her head to look in the direction he was nodding and saw their reflection in the full mirror on the back of the door. She saw her lips attached to the end of his penis and thought how beautiful and natural it made her look to be worshipping such a large cock. She watched her tongue come out and lick the pre-cum off the tip and she saw herself lick around his fat head. She opened her mouth wide and took his cock into her mouth watching its head push out her cheeks in the mirror. 

"God Ritika, I've wanted this since the day I first saw you in your wedding dress." 

The mention of her wedding dress brought her back to reality and reminded her that what she was doing was wrong. She was a strong-willed, intelligent woman, not some mindless bimbo at the mercy of a man's desires. She made a half hearted attempt to get him off, taking his cock head into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down rapidly as she stroked his shaft with her hands, desperately trying to make this disgusting act over as soon as possible. She grunted as Rajesh grabbed the hair on the top of her head and forcing her head back so that she found herself looking up at his angry face.


"You really suck at this you worthless bitch, You're gonna do a good job or I'll make you do it again till you get it right." 

Ritika trembled with fear as she looked up at him, her head at an awkward angle to avoid any pain from him pulling on her hair. He released her and she vigorously attacked his cock trying to please him. She began licking it all over and even ran her tongue down its underside and licked his hairy balls. She ran her mouth back up and engulfed his cock swallowing four inches before gagging. 

"Damn bitch, you ain't good for nothing."

She tried harder and was able to deep throat another inch. She bobbed her head on his cock rapidly while looking up at him to see if he was pleased with her. 

"I guess your just too stupid to do this right so, I'm going to have to show you how its done." 

Ritika was so ashamed of herself she started to cry around his cock. She was stupid and worthless. She didn't know anything about pleasing a man. When Rajesh started to teach her she listened attentively following his instructions closer then she had any of her women's studies professors at college. 

He told her to breath through her nose and relax her throat muscles. Rajesh had her arch her head, lining up her throat with her lips and he pushed his cock in as far as her tonsils and he began fucking her face. Thankfully he seemed satisfied with only eight inches buried in her mouth. 

"Yeah baby, now your doing me right." 

If his cock hadn't been so deep in her throat she would have beamed in delight at the compliment. Knowing he was pleased with her caused her to redouble her efforts. She was proud of herself for being such a good learner. Ritika could only handle about seven penetrations before she had to catch her breath and to keep him happy she licked and slurped around his cock head until she was ready to deep throat him again. This developed into a pattern and time lost all meaning to her as she alternated between taking his cock down her throat and licking along the end.

"Tighten up your lips baby," he said, getting into it. He was making little thrusts with his crotch every time her mouth came down close to the base. This was turning into the best blow job of his life and it really hadn't been that bad to began with, he just needed to keep reminding her who was in control here. This wasn't just a stupid bet, Rajesh wouldn't be satisfied until she had willingly submitted to him both her body and her mind.

[Givemeextra]

Ritika felt his cock swell up in her mouth and the head seemed to grow impossibly large. On her next breather she licked around the charged head and teased his pee slit with her tongue. "Are you getting close," she gasped. 

"Not yet, baby, keep going," Rajesh lied. He was real close. He had no intention of warning her as he wanted his new slut to swallow his cum while it was still hot. 

Ritika felt his cock grow even bigger and it started to tremble in her mouth. She came up for air again. "Tap me on the shoulder when your ready," she said and buried his cock in her mouth again. His cock began shaking in her mouth like a volcano getting ready to blow and she instinctively knew he was ready. 

Ritika began to retreat and was almost in the clear, with just the head in her mouth when she felt it jump and his hot semen sprayed the back of her throat and quickly filled her mouth. She gulped for air and swallowed most of it, feeling his hot juice slide down her throat. The second stream hit her in the face. "You bastard," she screamed at him.
His cock had jumped up against his hard stomach, when she released it and a third blast erupted from the end splattering on Rajesh's muscular stomach. It really did resemble a volcano she thought quickly. It fell back down aimed at her face, ready to cum again. 

She could taste his cum on her tongue and the pungent aroma of so much semen filled Ritika's nose, intoxicating her with its scent. All rational thought left her brain and she once again became the cum crazy slut she had been in the bathroom after she had given him the hand job. 

Ritika saw the eye open as she was racing to take his cock back into her mouth, and fearing she might miss tasting more of his semen, she stuck her tongue out catching it as it flew out again. She engulfed his cock again catching the rest of his load in her mouth. There was another burst that filled her mouth and caused his semen to spill out onto her chin. Then the pressure was gone and there was just a constant stream of sperm filling her mouth and she gulped it down as fast as he came. 

When he was done cumming, he collapsed back onto the couch weak in the legs and his cock popped out of her mouth as he fell. She scrambled forward and kneeling between his legs, she began cleaning his dick off with her tongue. When she finished,she saw the pool of his semen liquefying on his belly and she moved up to lick it off the hard muscles on his stomach. She pursed her lips over his navel and sucked most of his semen out, licking the rest out with her tongue. Satisfied she had cleaned him up, she turned her attention to her sperm covered face when Rajesh stopped her. 

"Leave it on," he commanded. 

Ritika laid at his feet and rested her head on his knees as they caught their breath. The clock indicated she had spent about forty minutes sucking on his dick and they had been the most exciting minutes of her life.Rajesh had stopped panting and looking down at her he asked, "Want to play another game?" 

She looked at him with a confused look on her face and replied, "Why not, I'm not the least bit tired." 

That's because of all the caffeine pills I put into your drinks tonight, he thought. She was bending over to get dressed when he stopped her. "Leave 'em," he said as he grabbed her hand and dragged her back to the pool table. 

She entered the garage and realizing the garage door was still open she ran naked to the door and pulled it down, shivering with excitement at the thought that if any of her neighbors were looking out their windows they would see her nude body outlined against the light. 

She enjoyed playing the next couple of games with Rajesh, winning a few and losing a few. Rajesh had tried to get her to bet again, wanting to fuck her this time and though her body screamed yes, her mind made her inform him that Akhil would be the only man to ever penetrate her pussy. Ritika had never felt as liberated as she did at that moment playing pool naked with her brother-in-law. She loved the freedom that came from not wearing clothes.

"Maybe we should play strip pool in reverse and put our clothes back on when we lose," he jokingly said.

[Givemeextra]

Ritika laughed, thinking that as long as no one else could see her she'd love to stay naked forever. She had noticed his cock rising up again as he watched her bending over to make her shots and she thought that maybe she'd jack him off one last time before saying goodbye to it forever. After tonight, her New Years resolution was to stay as far away from Rajesh as possible until he was gone. She found it hard to concentrate with his cock staring at her over the pool table, but she managed to win anyway, her third game in a row. "I still can't believe you beat me that game," she said shaking her head. 

"Actually, I didn't," he said and when she turned to look at him questioningly, he continued, "I lined up the balls when you were helping Akhil upstairs so that I could win." 

Ritika's face slowly took on an expression of sheer horror as she thought of the sin she had just committed. All the disgust and self loathing she had felt after jacking him off returned. He had cheated to get her to blow him and worse, she had enjoyed it. She felt so cheap and used, that she wanted to crawl under the pool table and hide. Instead, Ritika found herself attacking the man who had tricked her to get himself off. She swang the pool stick at him, which he easily side-stepped and disarmed her before pulling her into his arms. Ritika felt his hard cock pressing into her stomach as she futilely beat her hands against his chest. It was like hitting a cinder block and she was hurting herself more then she was hurting him. "You bastard, I hate you, it's not fair, I should have won and then you'd be gone.""If you think I would have actually left, you are stupid," he said pushing her back towards the pool table. "I'm not going to leave until I want to leave." 

"I wish I could take it back," she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. 

"I'll let you take it back," 

She looked up at him confused. How could she take back giving him oral sex? Rajesh lifted her by the hips and he set her down on the pool table. He moved forward, his cock aimed straight at her pussy and she could swear her vagina was opening up to welcome it when his cock was still a foot away. 

Rajesh stopped his cock from penetrating her at the last minute and grinning evilly he pushed her to her back, after knocking pool balls out of the way. Then he was gone.

Ritika held her head up looking for him and jumped as something flicked along her labia. She looked down between her breasts and saw Rajesh staring up at her, his mouth on her pubic mound. As their eyes held, Rajesh leaned forward and kissed her pussy causing her whole body to jump. His was not a kiss of submission. but one of power. He chuckled and attacked her pussy again. 

Ritika's clit was engorged as he nibbled and licked around it. She raised her hips to meet the thrusts of his tongue and she reached out for something to hang on to, her hand came to rest on two pool balls. Here was her salvation. All she had to do was lean up and bang him over the head and he'd stop, but she didn't want him to stop, she thought as the orgasms started coming. His tongue was thrusting in and out of her and she swore it felt bigger and better then her husband's penis. "Aaagh, I'm cuummming," she screamed as her first orgasm with a man erupted from her body. She had four more quick ones before she felt a giant orgasm growing in her belly. Her hips rose up to meet his tongue and they stayed up trying to push him in deeper. Then she felt something squirting and Ritika found her whole body flopping around like Rajesh's cock does when he cums.
Ritika was in a daze as she recovered from her orgasm. She was completely satisfied but at the same time craving more. Rajesh had stood back up grinning at her his face was dripping with her juices. "Oh my god, I peed in your face," she said in disgust. 

"That's not piss, that's your cum, you stupid bitch," 

Ritika knew there was no way her blow job could of felt that good to him and she wanted to reward him. "Rajesh you can put your cock in me" 

Rajesh rested his penis on her mound so that it was pointing at her head as she looked down her body to watch him enter her. "I thought you said your pussy belonged to Akhil." 

"Not tonight, tonight I'll let you have sex with me," she moaned as Rajesh began rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit. "Rajesh put it in now." 

"Tell me you want me." 

"Ooo I want you. I want your big cock inside me." 

"What do you want me to do to you."

[Givemeextra]

Ritika gritted her teeth from the intense need she felt for his cock. "I want you to Fuck me. Please fuck me with that big cock." She felt his penis enter her for the first time and she had a small orgasm that made her cry out with pleasure. Surprisingly, Rajesh didn't feel much bigger then Akhil and she looked down her body and saw that he had only pushed a finger inside her. "Rajesh quit teasing me, I need you to fuck me right now." 

Rajesh's cock was covered in her juices as he ran it along her slit while fingering her. "Tell me you love me, he said" 

"No you bastard," 

"Tell me or I won't fuck you." 

Her face was red with fury as she said, "I love you." 

"Say it again." 

Ritika was still angry but her eyes softened. "I love you." 

"Would you still love me if I told you I grabbed the third queen from the deck when you and Akhil were arguing in the kitchen." 

"Just stick it in me you fucking bastard." "

Your pussy's mine whenever I want it, slut." Rajesh said his cock sliding down her pussy as he slowly backed away from her. "And tonight I don't want it."

She looked at him in desperation as he backed out the door.The last thing she saw was his cock, all shiny with her juices, disappear around the corner She screamed in fury and threw a pool ball after him. It harmlessly bounced off the wall and rolled back into the garage. Ritika needed to cum again. She grabbed the first thing at hand. The pool stick was too awkward so she unscrewed it and used the end. "yes, god yes," she moaned as she shoved the pool stick in and out of her, wishing it was fatter. Her orgasm never materialized and after ten minutes she threw the pool stick against the wall in frustration. 

Ritika laid on the pool table crying for a while before gathering her clothes and heading upstairs. She passed Rajesh snoring on the couch and she found she hated him more now then she ever had before, he had cheated both at Teenpati and pool. 

Rajesh watched her go under his partially closed eyelids, then he jumped up and ran to the kitchen. He was so horny he had almost masturbated for the first time since discovering pussy at age fifteen. He grabbed some ice cubes and held them against his throbbing cock. By the time they had melted his cock had only gone down an inch and he moaned in frustration. It had taken a lot of will power not to shove his cock into her, but Ritika needed to realize that her pussy wasn't hers to give any more, it was Rajesh's to take. 

Ritika climbed into bed at dawn and woke Akhil up. He groaned and forced his eyes open. 

"God, Ritika you look as bad as I feel."

"What do you mean?" 

"Your cheeks are all puffy and it looks like you drooled all over your chin last night." She felt like throwing up. She had forgotten she was still covered in Rajesh's cum. 

"Whew your breath smells weird too," said Akhil as he leaned over to kiss her. 

"Yours ain't so fresh either."

"Happy New Year Ritika. I love you"

[Givemeextra]

"Happy New Year," she said turning away from him.

Akhil and Ritika finally stumbled out of bed around noon on New Years Day. Ritika had managed to get a few hours sleep since climbing into bed at dawn, but most of the time she had spent tossing and turning from sexual frustration. Akhil was getting out of bed, when Ritika jumped up and raced him to the bathroom. Her husband had noticed his brothers dried sperm on her chin, luckily he thought it was drool, and she wanted to wipe it off before he got a better look at her face. Her chin was caked with her brother-in-law's seed and there were traces of it all over the rest of her face. Ritika felt like puking in disgust until she remembered the feeling of his cock spasming in her mouth, his hot seed flowing over her tongue, swallowing several blasts of his cum and the disgust was gone, once again replaced by arousal. 

Ritika had wet the wash cloth and was bringing it up to her face never taking her mind off the way she had craved every last bit of his seed. She had licked every little bit of it up and was trying to shove the cum all over her face, into her mouth when Rajesh had said, Leave it on. Ritika sat down on the toilet and thought about Rajesh while she peed. He had given her the best sex of her life without even penetrating her with anything other then his tongue and finger. He had changed her mind about how boring sex was. He had even changed her vocabulary and way of thinking. She had never used the words cock, pussy, or fuck until this week and now she was even thinking in those terms. The big ass had even made her beg him to fuck her and then he had walked away saying he wasn't ready. Well, he had lost his chance. Ritika still wanted his cock in her pussy more then anything else, but she made up her mind to resist him. She was a proud, intelligent woman capable of resisting anything, though her thoughts had been in turmoil ever since Rajesh had baptized her face and mouth with his sperm a week earlier. She would avoid him like the plague and try to appear as unattractive as possible when he was around, that was her only hope. 

Akhil was begging to use the bathroom and she yelled that she'd be done in just a minute. Ritika flushed the toilet and then went to check her face in the mirror on last time. She looked at her reflection and was headed for the door to let her husband in when she did a double take. Her face was still coated with Rajesh's sperm. How had she forgotten to wash it off? Like a maniac she scrubbed her face to remove all traces of her defilement and when she was satisfied, she let Akhil in, kissing him on her way out. 


Akhil had just left the shower and she could hear him laughing with Rajesh downstairs over how drunk he had been last night. Ritika got in the shower and spent an extra long time trying to clean everywhere Rajesh had touched her. When she was satisfied she was clean, Ritika fixed her hair up into a mess on her head and picking out her baggiest clothes to wear, she went downstairs to face her brother-in-law. Rajesh and Akhil were sitting at the table sipping coffee. Akhil was waiting for Ritika for they were off to take advantage of the New Years Day sales at the mall and thankfully Rajesh would be watching cricket before going to work that night. Hopefully she could get through the day without seeing him again and then she'd only have 28 more days to go. She and Akhil were almost out the door when Rajesh said something that made her shiver as a chill went down her back. 

"Care if I tag along," he said. 

Ritika didn't talk much throughout the ride to the mall. She just sullenly shrank down into her seat and let Rajesh and Akhil talk about cricket. "What do you need at the mall so bad that it can drag you away from the Rose bowl anyway?" Akhil asked his brother. 

"Oh, I got this hot babe I'm trying to break in," replied Rajesh with a grin. "She's stacked but, doesn't really know how to show off her body so I'm going to buy her some new threads." 

Akhil looked over his shoulder at his brother in the back seat. Rajesh was sitting behind Ritika so that she couldn't see him and he was cupping his hands before his chest, indicating she had big breasts in the universal language of men. Upon hearing the news that Rajesh had another woman, Ritika was immediately overcome with jealousy until she realized it might be herself he was talking about. She felt a momentary surge of joy before her brain kicked in and she was once again filled with despair and guilt."Must be pretty serious, if your passing on cricket to buy woman’s clothes." Akhil commented. 

"Actually, I haven't even slept with her," Rajesh said moving his fist before his face to show Akhil that he had gotten a blow job. 

Akhil sighed, thinking about the one and only blowjob he had ever gotten back in high school. He was envious of his brother, getting blow jobs and buying sleazy clothes for women he just met. Here was Akhil married to the hottest girl in South Goa and he had barely even seen her naked in a lit room, let alone ever dreamt of her giving him a blow job. 

"I'm going to nail her tomorrow," Rajesh said confidently.

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Akhil cringed, that was just the kind of statement that usually caused Ritika to blow up. He glanced at her but she was staring out into space, not paying any attention to them. She was as white as a ghost and he feared she might be getting sick. He thought of his brother's mighty penis plowing into some large breasted woman dressed up as a slut and mouthed the words, "Good luck," to Rajesh who just winked in reply.
Ritika couldn't stand to be around Rajesh so she told Akhil she wanted to shop alone and quickly headed off in the opposite direction. The two brothers watched her go and immediately raced opposite to her.

As the two men sifted through the teddies, baby dolls and camisoles, Akhil found he was actually enjoying spending time with his brother. Rajesh was still a jerk, but he was the kind of jerk that all men fantasized about being at least once in their lives. Akhil pictured himself riding a motorcycle, cross country, deflowering virgins, seducing married women, and having women begging him for sex. Half of his brothers stories couldn't possibly be true but they still made good fantasy. 

Rajesh had picked out a couple peek-a-boo teddies, garters, and thongs when he noticed his brother eyeing an outfit he liked. 

Akhil was holding a French maid costume, imagining how good Ritika would look in it. The costume seemed tailor made to fit Ritika's buxom figure. It had your typical fish net stockings, a thong under a black mini skirt, push-up bra, little hat, and a feather duster. Ritika would detest this as standard male chauvinistic crap. His wife's figure was clearly wasted in all the baggy clothes she always wore. Thankfully though, if more men had been aware of Ritika's hot body, there was no doubt in Akhil's mind some better looking guy would have snagged her long before he had met her. With a sigh, Akhil was returning the outfit to the rack, when Rajesh snatched it out of his hands. 

"Perfect," he said.

He quickly fingered through the other fantasy costumes and pulled out a sleazy nurses outfit. This one had white garters, bra, panties, and a little white jacket that reached down to just above the hips and hung open in the front. A little red cross hat, completed the look. 

"I still can't believe that there are women out there who'll wear this sort of stuff," said Akhil.



"You'll find it hard to believe, but when your cock is as big as mine, women will do whatever you tell them," Rajesh replied casually. 

Picturing Ritika running her little hands up and down Rajesh's rod, Akhil just nodded in reply. He didn't find it hard to believe at all. 

Rajesh shopped around in some other stores, and had bought some halter tops and mini skirts, by the time they had to rendezvous with Ritika. Ritika had found herself wandering around aimlessly in a daze and had bought nothing, much to her husbands delight. She heard Akhil ask her what was wrong and she replied she wasn't feeling too good. He told her to switch with Rajesh and sit in back to lay down for the ride home. Rajesh had set the packages right by her and she felt her stomach turn as she peaked at their contents. They dropped Rajesh off at his bike and he speed off to work leaving them alone for the night. Akhil wanted to know what was taking his wife so long in the bathroom. They had enjoyed a nice romantic dinner and Akhil had indicated he wanted to have some fun in the bedroom a little later on. Ritika had told him she'd be ready after taking a bath and had been in the bathroom for over an hour. He saw that the door wasn't completely closed and pushed it open. Ritika was wearing one of his shirts and nothing else, which was pretty daring for her. A razor beside her, indicated that she had just finished shaving her legs and she was bent into the mirror applying lipstick. Akhil watched her for a while and when she was fixing her hair for the third time, he cleared his throat to get her attention and his wife jumped.

"Oh, Akhil," she said, "you startled me." 

Akhil pushed his glasses up his nose and said, "Hot date tonight?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"You've been primping in front of that mirror for the last fifteen minutes." 

"I do not primp," she assured him. "I just wanted to look good for you tonight and I guess I lost track of time."

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"Well it was time well spent, cause you sure do look good," he said taking his wife into his arms. Akhil reached out and started unbuttoning her shirt. He was startled, when she didn't stop him and haul him into the dark bedroom and not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth he quickly finished and opened her shirt. Akhil gasped at the site of his wife's naked body. They had been married two years and this was the first time she had ever let him look at her nude without quickly covering herself up. He shook his head in wonder that this incredible woman had agreed to marry a little nerdy guy like himself.

He ran his hands down her breasts, gently caressing them and tweaking her nipples to hardness. She was trembling as his hand moved down her belly and across her pubic hairs. Both of them gasped when his finger encountered her wetness. Ritika was never ready for sex like this. He always had to lubricate his penis before penetrating her. Not wanting to waste an opportunity like this, Akhil pulled his wife to the bedroom. Ritika was very active during sex and Akhil being used to her lying passive while he made love to her, wished this night could last forever. Unfortunately, forever to him was seven minutes. 

Ritika lovingly clung to her husband after he orgasmed and in a few minutes she was listening to him breathe steadily indicating he was asleep. She got out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. Normally Ritika would get a tissue and wrinkle her nose in distaste as she cleaned Akhil's small load out of her vagina. Tonight, she just reached in a finger and scooped it up. She looked at the small glob of semen liquefying on her finger and without a second thought plopped it into her mouth. Her husbands sperm tasted as good as Rajesh, just the amount was so small, like an unfilling appetizer before a main course. Definitely better warm and straight from the source she thought, as the cold gooey cum slid down her throat. Ritika looked at herself in the mirror and spent the next fifteen minutes fixing her hair and makeup before returning to bed. She snuggled up to her husband and laid there trying to fall asleep. Around three in the morning, she heard Rajesh's motorcycle pull up and her brother-in-law entered the house. She heard him sit heavily down onto the couch and then she heard the sound of his boots hitting the floor. She shivered excitedly knowing that he was stripping for bed. Ritika fell asleep shortly thereafter. Ritika awoke to the sound of the alarm going off and she heard Akhil groan as he turned it off. She grabbed him as he was leaving the bed. "Stay with me," she begged. 

Akhil smiled and shook his head. "Love to honey but I'm running late." 

"Call in sick and we'll spend the day in bed," she said patting his side of the bed. 

Wow, he thought, I must have really gotten her juices flowing last night. "I wish I could honey,but I'm up for a raise and we need the money." He kissed her on the forehead and went into the bathroom to get ready for work. 

After dressing, Akhil leaned over, kissed her again and then he left the room. She heard his car start up and then it slowly pulled out of the driveway. Ritika jumped up and went to the bathroom to pee. When she was done she checked her hair and make-up once again without even realizing it. Still nude she returned to the bed and got under the covers. Ritika was like a child who was afraid of monsters, constantly eyeing the closet. She just stared at the door waiting for Rajesh to come for her. Was that him moving around downstairs? Did she just hear a creak on the stairs? She stared at the door for an hour before getting up and walking over to the window.

Rajesh's motorcycle was gone! If she could make it to her car, she would be safe. Ritika quickly threw on some plain old underwear, covering that with her baggy sweats. She had to go to work later and she grabbed her uniform figuring she could change at work. She snatched her keys and made a run for the car. Ritika was outside and on the deck when she ran into Rajesh. She nearly screamed in frustration when she saw him and glanced behind him at her car. Her salvation was only ten feet away. 

"Where you off to in such a hurry," he asked? 

"I...I have some errands to run," she answered nervously. She eyed Rajesh he was wearing tight biker Trouser and a small tank top that showed off his massive arms and he was carrying a small package. 

"Bitch, I didn't give you permission to leave," he said threateningly. "Get inside that house now." 

Ritika was inside before she realized it shaking with fear. 
"I forgot to buy you this yesterday, he said handing her the package. "Put it on we're going to the beach." 

She opened the package and saw a teeny blue bikini. The cups were a little bigger then eye patches and the bottom was a thong. Ritika was horrified at the thought of wearing something that skimpy in public. She even refused to wear a one peice bathing suit. "Rajesh, I c-can't w-wear this," she told him drawing herself up proudly, "and I'm not going to sleep with you, I hate you." 

"You we're begging me to fuck you the other night." 

"I was drunk and I wasn't thinking straight that night."

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"We need to come to an understanding, because I'm sick of playing games with you," he said grabbing her arm. Rajesh roughly dragged her to the couch and forced her to sit down in front of the tv. He hit play on the remote and sat back to watch her reaction. The tv screen showed some slut bobbing her head up and down a super-sized cock. Her eyes widened with recognition, then shock, then wider in horror when she realized it was a videotape of her blowing Rajesh. Ritika felt sick to her stomach as she watched herself sucking up his sperm like a wild animal. 

"Here's the deal," he said to her. "For the next four weeks, your going to do everything I tell you to do or I show this video to your husband, mother, and I'm also prepared to send copies to those fucked up college professors you seem to be so fond of." 

Ritika felt the tears pouring out of her eyes and collapsed sobbing. The girl in the video was exactly the kind of girl her feminist professors were always raving against. Real woman didn't perform oral sex on men and they certainly didn't get pleasure out of it.

Rajesh in an unusual show of compassion leaned over and patted her on the head. "Don't worry about it Ritika, everything you've done or are going to do with me, you've either been tricked or forced into. It's not your fault." 

Ritika nodded between tears. He was right it wasn't her fault. She was still the strong independent woman she had been a week before. He had lied and cheated to get her to perform disgusting sex acts on him and then he had done something to her. He had drugged her or he had hypnotized her with his cock, forcing her body to respond to him against her will. Yes, that was the only possible explanation. 

"Ritika go change into your bikini." When Ritika didn't move but just sat there sobbing, Rajesh grew angry. "Now go put your bikini on Bitch, and don't make me tell you again or there will be pictures of you sucking me off all over the internet within an hour." Rajesh, his patience at an end, watched her jump up off the couch and run up the stairs after grabbing the box containing her new bikini. Why do they always have to get so emotional, he thought. 

Ritika ran into the bathroom and quickly stripped off her clothes. She lifted her leg and stepped into the panties, pulling them up and feeling the string slide between her ass cheeks. She put the top on noticing how little of her breasts were covered by the flimsy top. She tied the one string around her back and the other around her neck. She looked at herself standing sideways in the mirror. 

In college, one of her professor had brought in a men's magazine to illustrate how men thought of women as mere sex objects or servants. She had pointed out a cartoon of a typically over proportioned blonde girl with big lips cooking dinner for a man laying on the couch watching tv. The girl had been wearing a flimsy see-thru negligee and had overly large breasts and an upturned ass that arched upwards behind her. Ritika's bikini clad body resembled that cartoon girl. Ritika had always been shy and conservative but when she had first seen the cartoon girl's resemblance to her three years ago, she had immediately tried to cover her assets up with large baggy clothes so that men wouldn't think of her as just a sex object. Now Rajesh was about to make her show off her body in front of hundreds of complete strangers. Ritika left the room, her eyes downcast, she slowly walked downstairs and up towards a beaming Rajesh."It's too small," she complained. 

"Of course," he replied. "I checked your measurements off your underwear and picked a bikini a size smaller. Now its perfect." Rajesh grabbed a towel and some suntan lotion and said, "Call in sick to work, I'll be waiting by my bike and don't dawdle." 

Ritika watched him go and did as she was told, telling work she had come down with the flu. She was completely nude except for the string bikini, no shoes, no towel, not even any money to get home in case of an emergency. She slowly walked over to the door, still open from when Rajesh had left. If she went outside, she would be completely exposed to the world and dependant on her brother-in-law to get her home. The sun was shining through the door warming her skin and a cool, fresh smelling, breeze blew inside, caressing her body. The old man next door was mowing his lawn and stopped to ogle her as she stepped across the threshold and into a new world. 

Ritika clung to Rajesh's back as he speed down 1-95 and took an exit towards beach. She had been nervous at first getting behind him on the bike, then scared when he took off down the street. Now, it felt exhilarating. She had never felt such an overwhelming sense of freedom before, then from speeding half naked down a highway, wind blowing through her hair, other drivers ogling her body as she zipped past them. She could understand why Rajesh had never settled down and spent all his time traveling across country.