My Indian Slut Wife

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Vidya continued to rub my penis up and down before answering, “Right now, as your reward for pleasuring me, you will get to fuck me, darling. Then, if you can get it up again, my husbandji … hehe … my ass is open for business.”

“Thank you, dear.”
Vidya sat up in bed. “Fatty, I will be right back.”
“Yes, dear.” I wondered what was up as Vidya got out of bed and walked over to the cabinet. As she opened the cabinet door, she wriggled her body so that her negligee slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor. Now the only piece of cloth remaining on her firm, juicy body was her bra.
I looked at her butt. Her big, beautiful, jiggling butt. So round, so fleshy, so smooth, so big and so tight. Was there anything about this lady that was not perfect? How lucky a man was I?
“Honey, let’s watch this movie. You can cum in me after that.” Vidya had grabbed a DVD and inserted it into the player. She grabbed the remote and switched on the TV before flopping down next to me on the bed. “It’s the G and V show.”
“Oh,” I realized which DVD she had put in. “Is this the edited or the unedited one?”
Vidya grinned. “Uneditted.” She snuggled against me, one hand around my neck and one hand on my prick, and the video started to play.
A naked woman came on screen, her back to the camera. The view focused on her gyrating, fleshy buttocks. I knew who that woman was, of course. I have seen this video hundreds of times. It was Vidya, from six months ago.
The onscreen Vidya was now dancing to some music, swinging her expansive hips to the tune. The camera then showed a man, sitting on the bed, watching her. He was naked too. I also knew who this man was – he was my former boss, Gaurav.
Gaurav sat on the bed, in the buff, with a drink in his hand, watching my equally naked wife dance. We could see him stroke his hard, rigid, monster cock with one hand. He then leaned forward and smacked Vidya on her butt. It was a resounding smack, and the slap left a red handprint on Vidya’s left butt cheek. Non-plussed, she continued to dance.
“He really loved spanking my ass.” Vidya told me, as she nibbled my ear while we watched her get spanked, again and again and again, on the video. “Gaurav fucked me several times daily, and almost every time we had sex he would spank my buttocks. Oh, he was not gentle with me at all, unlike you, darling. Your boss was very rough with your slutty wife, dear.”
On screen, Vidya was now gingerly rubbing her very sore, and very red, ass. She then turned back to look at the man who had just thrashed her ass – and manage a smile. Gaurav laughed cruelly and told her to get in position again – the spanking wasn’t over.
“He loved using me as a 50-rupee-whore.” Vidya told me, stroking my hardness, as her onscreen version lay over Gaurav’s knees while he raised a hand and struck her butt cheeks, again and again. “It was very exciting for him that you, his employee, was away working for him, he was in your house, in your bed – using your wife as a fuck toy and cum dump. Oh, the things he made me do in those 5 days!”
On screen, Gaurav finished his drink, put the glass away, pulled Vidya sharply to him and made my wife sit on his lap. His hands went to her breasts, pinching and kneading them, while he rubbed his hardness against her clit.
“Look how rough he was with me.” Vidya told me, “You are so tender, so gentle, and you listen to me and obey me. Whereas your boss pretty much used me like a rag doll, to serve him as he wished. If he wanted to spank me, I would bend over and present my bottom. If he wanted a blow job, he would snap his fingers and I would be at his feet, on my knees, taking his cock in my mouth. And if he wanted to fuck me, he just grabbed me and did it – whether it was my cunt or my ass, he was a brute – a real man’s man.”
As she spoke, Vidya turned herself around. Her mouth was now on my dick, while her pussy was in front of my face. It was a classic 69 position. I kept licking her choot (cunt) as she sucked my member into rigid hardness. Vidya was now cumming again. We both kept an eye on the video.
Gaurav now had Vidya on the bed, on her hands and knees, as he got behind her. He was going to ride her, doggy style. Once again, with her buttocks on display, he couldn’t help himself, and Vidya got a couple of sharp slaps to her ample derriere. The camera showed her grimace, but she held her position.
“If I moved, that was extra slaps.” Vidya told me, as her own screen version’s ass had crimson marks across it. Gaurav laughed, and then used his hands to part Vidya’s buttocks so that her asshole was clearly visible. He then spit into her ass a couple of times.
The man who used to be my boss then spit on his own hands and rubbed his monster dick. He was using his own saliva as a lubricant as he positioned the bulbous head of his cock against Vidya’s ass. Slowly, he started to push his huge rod inside her.
“Oh, Sir! My gaand! Ooooh, it hurts, Sir! Aaaah!” Vidya cried out as Gaurav, with a firm grip on her buttocks, pushed his dick, inch by inch, into her ass. He repeatedly thrust in and out of her while Vidya continued to moan, half in pain, half in pleasure.
“Sir, please Sir, cum in me, oh Sir!”
Finally, I could see Gaurav’s butt cheeks clench, as emptied his cum into her.
Vidya got off my body, paused the video to a shot that showed her on screen version screaming in pain, turned around to face me and asked, “Hubby, ready?”
“Yes.” I answered her, my cock erect.
Vidya lied down on her back and spread her legs. I climbed over her, and in one move plunged my hardness into her. I was completely aroused seeing Gaurav maul her butts, so a couple of strokes and I exploded in her.
As I laid back and caught my breath back, Vidya hugged me tightly and whispered, “That scene always makes you so hot, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” I admitted. “The way he used you, and ripped you apart with his huge prick, and you begged for more; I loved watching that part.”
Vidya nodded. “Darling, he used your wife like a real man – something you can never do. It’s bound to turn someone like you on.”
Someone like me. I knew what Vidya meant by that. A cuckold.
Vidya had never cheated on me – except that one time. It was six months ago, and it was with my (former) boss Gaurav. It had been a one-off situation where she had to go to bed with him to save my job. For a week she had been his sex toy, fucked in every hole and used in every way sexually as possible. I had kept my job. Now Gaurav was gone, and I was promoted at work, and it had all turned out well.
I then blurted out something that I would soon regret.
“Vidya, sweetheart, I would love to watch you again with someone.”
Shit! I thought, what am I saying?
We both knew that the idea of someone else fucking my wife turns me on. But, save for a desperate situation with Gaurav, Vidya has never cheated on me, and now I was telling her I would love to see her screw around with another man, where there was no need to do so.

 

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For a minute, Vidya was quiet. Was she angry?

“Are you … sure?” She finally asked. She wasn’t angry! I thought I detected a curious (and hopeful?) tone in her voice.
“I …” I decided to come clean to Vidya. That was one of the advantages of being a submissive husband. I could tell her any time what’s on my mind. I didn’t have any ego or false bravado to live up to – Vidya knew I was no macho man and I didn’t have to pretend. I could just surrender to her completely, and let her make the decisions. It was very liberating.
“You know I love you completely, Vidya.” I told her, as she nodded and kissed me in acknowledgement. “I could never bear the loss of losing you; of not having you in my life. But sometimes, when I think of what Gaurav did to you, that whole week, and sometimes, when you tell me about your previous boyfriends, I really … have this urgent desire… I don’t know why … I want to see you again with … another man.”
“I see.” Vidya had now taken my flaccid member in her hand and was gently rubbing it, knowing I was now in a vulnerable position. “Go on, my dearest.”
“So I was thinking, if you … if you … did it with someone …”
“Darling!” Vidya interrupted me. “Do you even realize what you are saying? I mean, I understand the video got you all horny and all, but WHAT THE FUCK! I am YOUR WIFE!”
“Forget it.” I realized it was a bad idea, seeing Vidya’s anger. “Please forgive me. I don’t know what came over me.”
“When I married you,” Vidya said, still somewhat angry, “I knew what I was getting into. And I love you and I love the idea of being married to you. Other men loved me for my body, but you love me for me. And you want to see me happy, and that makes me love you even more, darling. Now why would you want me to be unfaithful to you?”
“I am really sorry, darling.” I apologized humbly. “I really didn’t realize what I was saying. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. What you did with Gaurav …”
“What I was FORCED to do with Gaurav.” Viday reminded me. “There’s a difference. And now here you are, telling me you would LOVE to see another man fuck your wife’s married pussy. Have your wife commit adultery.”
“I am sorry darling. I really am sorry. Please forget what I said.”
“Yes, yes. It’s better to forget it.” Vidya seemed lost in thought for some time. Then she turned her attention to another matter. “Let’s get you up again, fatty. My ass still needs a cock – no matter how small. And how pathetic.”
“Yes, dear.”
Vidya forwarded the video to a section where Gaurav was eating her out on the sofa, before slapping her buttocks several times, and finally giving her a good fuck. A few minutes later, I was hard enough to cum in Vidya’s buttocks. Vidya often let me cum in her ass, as my small dick did not cause her much pain. After kissing each other good night, with the smell of semen all over the room, we both fell asleep.
I forgot our conversation as work kept me busy, and Vidya too was involved with a jewellery designing course she was taking from home. She had a small home business in that and it kept her busy. I was glad as well that she did not raise the topic of that conversation again. I tried to question myself as to what even made me say such a thing. Vidya was my loving wife and here I was asking her to whore herself out to another man. Again. I was just lucky, I decided, that she still loved and respected me after that.
I wanted to plan a weekend getaway for our anniversary, but surprisingly my wife wanted to stay home. She told me to leave all planning to her; she would pick out a nice restaurant and so on. I gratefully acquiesced.
Soon, it was the day of our anniversary. It was a Tuesday, and I was at work. Around 10.30 in the morning, just when I was having my coffee break, Vidya called me.
“Honey!” She was panting. “Can you take the rest of the day off and come home?”
“Vidya! Is everything OK? Why are you panting?”
“No … no … everything is fine.” Vidya gasped. “I am just … masturbating.”
“Oh.” Was the only comment I could make at my wife’s behavior.
“So, this is what I want you to do.” Vidya instructed me. “Come home around 12 sharp. I will be going out soon, visiting my mother.” Vidya’s widowed mother lived just down the street, and every other morning Vidya dropped in at her place before she would go to the gym.
“And so the house will be empty.” Vidya continued, breaking my thought. “Do you understand?”
I was the lead engineer of a multinational firm on important projects, so of course I understood this simple instruction.
“Yes, dear. I will go to our house at 12 noon sharp and it should be empty.”
“Good. Now fatso, listen to me carefully.” Vidya’s voice almost dropped to a whisper. “You will enter the house, and go up to our bedroom. Remember the huge walk in closet you were hiding in pathetically and watching uselessly as Gaurav pounded me, again and again, with his giant cock? Good! You will hide there, close that door. Take your iPad with you too – the one that has the camera app.”
“Yes, dear.” I wondered what elaborate scheme Vidya was planning. She sometimes had this sexual role play games that she made me participate it, which were quite detailed. Usually something she read online. I wondered if she was planning something similar to those.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Harder! Harder! Ah!” Vidya was now screaming into the phone. No doubt, she was fingering herself to an orgasm.
“Ok! Where was I?” Catching her breath, Vidya continued. “So yes, you will remain hiding in that closet like the little fucking pervert you are.”
My dick was rising at the condescending tone Vidya was using towards me, and at the noises of her orgasm.
“Now, listen to this, honey. This is important. NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, YOU WILL REMAIN INSIDE THE CLOSET until I specifically, remember, SPECIFICALLY, ask you to come out. Do you understand?”
“Yes, dear.” My cock was now erect, wondering at the “no matter what happens” part. What did Vidya have in mind?
Soon, I took half the day off work and left, timing it so that I came home just around noon. Vidya was nowhere to be seen. The house was freshly cleaned (Vidya could be a finicky cleaner when in the mood), and our bedroom was also properly made up. I took my iPad with me, grabbed a stool and entered the huge walk-in closet of our bedroom. Placing the stool so I could sit and watch the bed through a crack on the closet door, I sat down and turned on my iPad.
In addition to viewing the bed through that crack, I could also see it on my iPad. Six months ago I had installed secret cameras in our master bedroom and in the living room, and they were all wirelessly connected to my iPad. Those cameras helped me tape Vidya and Gaurav’s affair, which we edited and gave anonymously to Devika – Gaurav’s fiancée – the daughter of the owner of the corporation I worked for. Our plan worked perfectly – Gaurav was fired and I became a lead engineer. I switched on the iPad now, plugged in my headphones so I could listen, and switched to our living room camera.
After about ten minutes of patiently waiting, I could hear a voice. Yes, Vidya had just entered our home, and someone seemed to be with her. I could hear a man’s voice! Vidya soon came into the living room, and thus on my screen. I could see she was wearing a simple blue sari, wrapped nonchalantly around her body, with her waist and navel exposed. Her blouse was a small, low cut one, giving anyone a good view of her ample cleavage. Her hair was rolled up in a bun at the top of her head. Vidya’s guest followed her into the living room. My jaws dropped in shock.

 

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It was our doodhwaala Ramu! Our milkman! Ramu was a low-class labourer who went door to door on our street every morning delivering fresh milk to the housewives. What was he doing here? His delivery time should have been in the morning, I thought.

Ramu was a Tamil, and from the South of India, and thus very dark, as was typical. He could almost be called black, so dark was his complexion. He was slightly taller than Vidya, and I could see that he was built – lugging around heavy cans of milk up all those flights of stairs was a physically demanding work. Ramu was wearing an old shirt that fit him tightly, and I could see his ripping muscles. His bright white shirt contrasted brilliantly with his ebony skin, and he wore a lungi (think of a lungi as a full length kilt that reached to your ankles – it was a dress worn by the lower class outside as it was cheap).
Ramu followed Vidya into the living room, and I was surprised to see him sauntering in as if it was his house. And then Vidya turned, and they embraced!
A pang of jealousy hit me as I saw his hands roaming all over her ass and squeezing her buttocks, while she hugged and kissed him, with her tongue deep inside his mouth. My surprise turned to arousal as Ramu reached up and squeezed Vidya’s tits. He unbuttoned her blouse and made Vidya raise her arms. The blouse was soon on the floor, with Vidya’s bosom hidden only by a small bra. My wife only threw back her head and purred as this lowly milkman continued to grope her chest. He then worked all over her, turning her around and kissing her buttocks, before playfully spanking them as Vidya laughed.
Watching the amorous couple make out, I realized they were very comfortable with each other. Ramu didn’t call Vidya the usual respectable ‘memsaab’ but was referring to her by name as he aggressively mauled her. Vidya also seemed very familiar with Ramu’s touch. As my dick surged, I realized they must have been having this affair for some time now. I wondered how many times they had done it on our bed.
What’s the matter with me, I scolded myself. My wife is making out with the milkman, and here I was, thinking about how many times he has fucked her. Instead of getting angry, I was getting aroused.
Finally, Vidya and Ramu took a breather.
“I will get you some tea, Ramu.” My wife offered.
“No, you vyabhichaarinee.” Ramu told her. He was actually insulting her in shuddh Hindi! “Vyabhichaarinee” actually meant a loose woman, or an adulteress. Ramu said it in a mocking manner. Then he reverted to a more crude term.
“Saali bhos (you cunt), I want you.” He grabbed at her boobs. Vidya playfully slapped his hands away.
“Later, Ramu. Let me go get some tea for you. I want to have some tea as well.”
Vidya left for the kitchen, and Ramu sat down on my sofa, picked up the remote, and switched on the TV. Here was my doodhwala, a guy whose social standing was way below mine, and he was sitting in my house, watching my television, while having just enjoyed the charms of my wife.
My mind was in a shock. What was happening? Was Vidya really having another affair? Why had she not told me about this?
Vidya soon returned with the tea.
“Milk?” She asked, bending over to pour some sweetener into the tea.
“Hold on.” Ramu lurched forward and grabbed her boobs. “Let this doodhwaala milk his favourite cow.”
He reached into her bra, fumbled, and gently popped out one of her breasts. He repeated the action with her other one, as Vidya froze in position, bent over, remaining still. Her boobs were now hanging out of her bra, swinging pendulously. Ramu squeezed one tit, and then the other one. He pretended to milk her breasts as one would milk a cow. I had my dick out of my pants and was rubbing myself as I watched the scene through my iPad.
So there was my wife, bent over, with her bare boobs being fondled by our milkman, and he was calling her a cow, pretending to ‘milk’ her, while she was laughing and enjoying (even playfully making “moo” sounds).
Ramu finished his tea as Vidya sat beside him, watching him and enjoying her cup of tea as well. She made no move to make herself respectable and place her breasts back inside her bra, and they now hung out. She and Ramu made small talk, mostly about politics and the weather. Occasionally, while drinking tea, Ramu would reach out and squeeze one of her nipples, and Vidya would squeal with glee.
Ramu finished his tea, put down the cup and looked at Vidya.
“Vidya, this morning I had coffee at Tina memsaab’s place. Then I have tea here. Now I will have you.”
“Yes, Ramu!” Vidya reached her arms around her back, and unhooked her bra, and threw it across the room. The pallu of her sari fell from her shoulders. She was now topless, locked in a passionate embrace with my milkman.
“Oh, Ramu!” Vidya was now stroking a big bulge in Ramu’s lungi with her hands. Ramu had by then unwrapped the sari off Vidya, so she only had her petticoat and panties on. Soon the petticoat was violently ripped off her body, and I could see that Vidya’s panty was really a thong, so thin that it slipped into the crack of her butts, leaving the round globes of her ass in full view. This was a complete reversal of our situation, where it would be I who would be naked and Vidya clothed. Here, Vidya was completely exposed to our milkman, while he still had all of his clothes on.
“Ramu, pick me up, and take me to our room.” Vidya urged him. She was now very horny, her voice hoarse with desire.
“Yes, memsaab.”
Laughing, he picked up my wife easily. Vidya threw her arms around his neck, and her legs wrapped around his waist, essentially straddling him. I could see that Ramu had no trouble keeping his balance and walk, so strong was he, as Vidya remained attached to him. His hands supported her buttocks, and he would slap and spank at her ass while she continued to kiss him on his eyes, his ears, his nose, and of course, his mouth. My wife was now moaning as Ramu groped and squeezed and played with her butt cheeks, and he was carrying her out of the living room, and thus out of my view.
I could hear him walk up the stairs and soon they were in our marital room. Vidya’s ass was now quite red from Ramu’s spanks. It was her fault really, she had straddled him, leaving his hands free and her bare butts exposed and vulnerable – and Ramu had taken advantage.

 

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Vidya slipped out of her thong and lay down on the bed, completely naked, with her long legs spread wide open, giving Ramu a perfect view of her already wet pussy. Ramu sat on the bed and started to kiss her. They kissed long and hard while his hands continued to massage and pinch her boobs.

Ramu then stood up and untied the knot that held his lungi together and it dropped to floor.
I gasped as I saw his erect tool – he was hung like a horse. His cock was really big. I had thought Gaurav had a big dick, but here I could see that Ramu eclipsed Gaurav easily. I almost came at the thought of this monster penetrating my beautiful wife’s thighs.
Next came off Ramu’s shirt. He had a washboard stomach and a beautiful chest. In the words Vidya would later use to describe him, he was a hard working dark skinned stud.
A great pang of inadequacy hit me, as I realized this blue collar worker, who could be working for years to earn what I earned in a day, was soon going to fuck my wife. And I was powerless to stop it, hiding in the closet and wanking off to the sight of my married wife’s pussy getting a good old fashioned pounding by a stud.
Vidya had her hands wrapped completely around his tool and was giving him a thorough hand rub. She needn’t have bothered as Ramu was as hard as a rock. His penis looked like a huge weapon, ready for action. Ramu made Vidya sit up and he himself went down on his knees and started to lick her pussy. After a bit he pushed two big fingers inside her pussy and started finger fucking my wife. I could see the sunlight glistening in her hole as she was totally wet by then. Vidya was by now moaning loudly, begging Ramu to take her.
Ramu pushed himself against Vidya. He moved his hips up and pressed the head of his giant cock at her opening. He pushed forward and Vidya pushed back. She was so wet that in one motion, Ramu slid the entire length of his cock into her pussy. He soon had a rhythm going. I could hear the loud “thop” “thop” “thop” “thop” “thop” pumping sound, with my wife Vidya matching her lover thrust for thrust.
I realized that I was now, for the second time in my life, watching another man take my wife in our bedroom. With my full consent, my wife was now being penetrated by another well hung stud, a bull, while I massaged my dick in the closet. And what’s more, Vidya knew I was there – she was the one who told me to be there!
A message from Vidya suddenly lit up my iPad, breaking my thoughts. I realized Vidya had sent a timed sms to me, pre-programming her phone to send me this message at a specific time. Ignoring the loud moans from the bed, I clicked to read her message.
“CUCKOLD (noun) – a man whose wife has committed adultery, often regarded as an object of scorn.”
So there it was, my wife was telling me in no uncertain terms what she thought of me, at the same time as our milkman was exploring her innermost depths. The words made me flush red with shame, as I realized her description was true – she was getting a thorough fucking by our milkman and I was incapable of stopping her, and she was scorning me. I was a cuckold.
As he pumped her, Ramu was complimenting Vidya on her breasts, taking them in his hands and squeezing them up to lick each nipple in turn. He then told her, “Look at you, Vidya, moaning like a cheap prostitute, getting a fuck from me, your milkman. Doesn’t your husband satisfy you like this?”
“Mmm…mmm …” Vidya was in her own zone. “My husband has a small cock, Ramu. It’s not even fit to be called a cock.”
“Then I,” Ramu declared with an evil smile as he drilled her, “am reaching parts of you that your husband has never been.”
“Oh yes! Oh yes!”
I came in my pants, shooting into my hand, at the same time as Ramu ejaculated in her. Vidya was in heaven as Ramu pumped, and pumped, and pumped, his seed into her. As his balls slapped against her thighs, he kept calling her all types of names – randi (prostitute), chudail (witch), chutiya (pussy), kutti (bitch), bhos (cunt) and so on. Vidya, the wife of a respected employee of a global Indian company, was lapping it all up, as she writhed around on the bed in ecstasy. Our milkman was insulting her with the vilest of insults, and she was content to be impaled on his monster tool. Ramu’s hips buckled as he continued to ejaculate into her womb.
Afterwards, as they remained on bed entangled in each other’s arms, with his cum running down my wife’s thighs, Ramu ran his fingers through her hair and asked her, “Vidya, what will happen if your husband finds out I have been fucking his wife for the last couple of weeks?”
“Nothing.” Vidya answered. “He will realize how a proper man fucks his wife.”
Ramu grinned. “So you are going to tell him?”
“Oh no! He will never find out!” Vidya adamantly replied, knowing full well I was watching them from within ten feet away. “I have no intention of telling him.”
“Yes, but what if I tell him?” Ramu had a sinister smirk. He moved his body slightly, and his dick came out of my wife with an audible plop sound.
“No, you … won’t … please tell me you won’t.” Vidya pleaded with him, while starting to rub his now limp phallus. “Please don’t.”
“Why not?” Ramu was enjoying my wife begging him, and giving him a gentle hand rub while doing so. “I have seen how he behaves with me – as I don’t exist! I want to hold him by the collar and tell him, I am man enough to fuck your wife in your house, over and over, for many days! Oh he will like that!”

 

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“No, please don’t do that.” Vidya was now licking his cum soaked member and cajoling him. “Please. He’s a nice, kind man and I don’t want to hurt him. Please.”

“Then I won’t fuck you again, randi.” Ramu decided. “I am not going to be your little toy coming here every day for your amusement.”
“No, no, no! Ramu, please don’t!” My wife tried to stop him as he stood up, his cock half erect. I marveled at his power, he had just dumped a gallon of cum in Vidya’s vagina, and here he was – Vidya’s sucking had managed to get him ready to go again. She was still pleading with him. “Please don’t say you will leave me, Ramu.” She started to cry. “I need your cock in me. Please.”
“Ok, kutti.” Ramu sat back down on the edge of the bed and caught hold of a crying Vidya. Holding her firmly by her hair, he made her get down from the bed and kneel down in front of him. Vidya chocked back her sobs and looked up at Ramu in apprehension. Her mouth was now level with his cock. She gave it a small kiss.
I admired Ramu’s position. He was just an ordinary milkman, who in his life probably never had fucked someone as fair skinned or as high class a woman as Vidya. And here he was, with admirable self-control, having a woman like Vidya at his mercy, begging with him, cajoling him, all to get laid.
SLAP!
SLAP!
Without warning, Ramu slapped my wife hard, twice. I was surprised to see him do that, but Vidya didn’t even flinch. It looked like she was used to being used as a mere object of pleasure by this blue collar man, and she was relishing it.
“Admit it, saali,” He told her roughly, slapping her again and again. “You are a slut and you need my manhood.”
“Yes. Sob! I need you in me, Ramu. Sob! I need a real man’s meat inside me. I am a slut.”
“OK.” Ramu decided, “I won’t tell your husband, and I will keep you on as my rakhail (mistress). But rakhails have to do what their master tells them to do.”
He slapped her a few more times, leaving dark red marks across her cheeks. Then he roughly pulled her up and positioned her on the bed, face down, with her butt up. Ramu’s cock was now completely hard. I was astonished at his recovery powers –this was the second time he would be fucking my wife Vidya today in a manner of minutes.
He rubbed some saliva onto his dick, as Vidya cocked her head back to look expectantly. With a grunt, he plunged his hardness into the welcoming, fleshy cushions of her ass, this time penetrating her anally. I could hear Vidya gasp as he ploughed his way through, and no doubt she could feel the beginning of another orgasm.
Mixed emotions ran rampant through me as I watched my wife’s ass slide up and down his wet cock. The look of pleasure and pain on my wife’s face as her buttocks were being pounded by her lover’s hard, throbbing cock nearly made me cum again.
Ramu proceeded to fuck her ass hard and fast as if he had a train to catch. He had grabbed Vidya’s hips with either hand and pulled her closer to him, thrusting deeply into her. Vidya was now crying out with what could only be the cries of pain combined with unbelievable pleasure. With each thrust, he slapped her ass and they jiggled with the blow. Ramu suddenly went stiff and let out a primal howl as he started to cum in her rear tunnel. When he was finally through, Ramu pulled out and rolled onto his side, leaving a trail of semen across my wife’s caboose.
“Vidya, madam, I am leaving. I still have to visit a few more houses to deliver milk.”
“Yes. Yes.” Vidya was still moaning, her eyes shut, cum oozing out of her every orifice. “When will you come tomorrow again, Ramu?”
SLAP!
SLAP!
Ramu sharply slapped my wife a couple of times.
“I will come when I will come.” Ramu told her, putting his clothes back on. He then pinched her playfully on her buttocks twice. “You will remain home all day to wait for me.”
“Yes, Ramu.” Vidya was still lying on the bed, her hand rubbing her crotch area. “I am your rakhel. I will be ready for you all day.”
I heard the main door shut and Ramu leave. I wanted to come out of the closet, but Vidya had asked me to wait.
“Oh my fat cuckold, are you there?” Vidya asked me in a sing-song voice. “Come out now.”
I opened the door of the closet and walked out. I was now wearing only my underwear and a T-shirt. And what a sight greeted me. It was the vision of my wife, her face glowing, fresh from fucking another man, with the room reeking of his sweat and cum.
“Did you wank off, my little cuckold?” Vidya asked me, turning around and sitting up. As she did so, more cum leaked out of her openings.
“Yes, dear, once. The first time when he entered and started to cum in you today.”
“So honey, how do you like my leaking pussy? It’s really very slippery down here. Your milkman has left quite a mess.”
I nodded, hardly able to talk as I took in the sight.
Vidya then asked me to undress and come to bed. I complied meekly. Once I was in bed, Vidya grabbed my ears.
“Now that I had my fun, dear, do you want to hear about how our affair started?” She asked.
“Yes, dear.”
“Well, since you just wanked off, you will need time to recuperate. After all, you are not Ramu. So I’d better tell you how a milkman got to fuck his malkin, and perhaps that will get you going again, eh, hubby darling?”
“Yes, dear.”
Vidya then slapped me, hard.
SLAP!
“You are nothing but a cuckold!”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“All you wanted was to see another man fuck your wife. You are not a real man.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“And now, you want to know how your wife started to be the rakhail of an ordinary milkman.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“And now, because of you, a lowly milkman has his way with me while you hide in the closet.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“I am treated like an ordinary whore by Ramu, because my husband’s cock can’t satisfy me in bed.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“This rough, low class, rude man slaps your wife and insults her, and all you do is ask for more.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“I have become a saali, a rakhail, a bhos, a chuttiya, a raandi – all because of you.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
I was now breathing hard, as was my wife. With each slap my cock rose up just a little. Vidya started her story.
“You remember, darling, the conversation we had the other day, about a month ago, when you rather shamelessly admitted you wouldn’t mind seeing me with another man in bed?”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“That got me thinking. I mean, sex with you is, I admit, pleasurable. And you do manage to make me cum. But it’s a lot of work on my behalf. Ever since Gaurav, I missed having someone just, you know, take me. Use me. Fuck me. I missed having a REAL dick in my pussy.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“So, next morning, since you seemed open to the idea, I started to think who could fuck me, who would I grant the privilege of making you a cuckold – again! At first I thought of your friends, but they are all like you – fat, geeky, shy. Not a real man. Then I thought of my old boyfriends, particularly Mohan. But I realized part of the thrill I was getting was that I needed to feel a new dick.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“And then, the doorbell rang. I knew it was Ramu, who had come to deliver our milk. A thrill ran through my legs as I realized that Ramu could be my next lover. He was dark skinned, which I like, and I could see he had a ripping physique. And I have heard these lower class labourers can be pretty handy between their legs. And now we know he was good, eh?”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“I actually felt more comfortable with the idea of letting a 100-rupee-a-day labourer fuck me like a street side whore, than to let one of your middle class friends insert his dick into my married pussy.” Vidya confessed. “Does that make sense?”
“Yes, dear, it sounds cheap but it’s making me more excited.”
SLAP!
“That’s because you are not a real man, darling. That’s why Ramu can cum in me as he wants, while you need help.”
“Yes, dear.”
In addition to constantly slapping me for being a cuckold, Vidya also kept rubbing my dick, which was getting harder and harder. In particular, I was now eagerly awaiting the story of how Vidya seduced Ramu, once she decided on him.
“You remember, darling, my bathrobe, the one that just comes up to my hips?” When I nodded, Vidya continued. “I decided to ditch my saris, and wear that. So, wearing just this flimsy bathrobe, and a small thong, I opened the door.”

 

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“He must have gotten a shock,” I commented.

“Yes.” Vidya confirmed. “Ramu’s eyes were wide open as he stared at me. I then asked him to follow me to the kitchen to put the milk in the fridge. I could tell his eyes were on my ass, and my shapely legs, as I led him to the kitchen. As I bent over and opened the fridge door, I am sure he must have gotten a good look at my panty covered moist pussy.”
I could picture it in my mind. An average milkman would have certainly thought of nothing else the whole day after Vidya had flashed him.
“Does that excite your little wee wee, darling?” Vidya asked.
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“That shows you are not a real man, darling.” Vidya told me. “Ever since I flashed Ramu, I started to be very wet down there. I started to have all these naughty thoughts of being used by two or three of these labourers as a plaything. I wanted Ramu to fuck me with his big cock and then make you lick my pussy. These thoughts kept coming to me daily. That’s what you put in my head, darling, with that talk of yours. That’s what you made me think of all the time now – a big cock!”
“I am sorry, darling.”
SLAP!
“This continued for a few days.” Vidya went on with her story. “I would tease him with different clothes. Once I wore your dress shirt, and nothing else. Then one day, I tried to get a glass from the top shelf and Ramu saw me unable to that. He had gotten a bit bolder by this time, so he decided to help me and reached for the glass. But while doing so, he pressed his body close to mine, and his arm was touching mine. My hand was already shaking and he pressed his hand onto mine. And then he just stayed like that. His body was almost spooning mine, and I could feel his hard cock against my ass. I could tell he was a giant there, and I knew I made the right choice.”
“Were you scared?” I asked her.
“A little.” Vidya laughed. “I wanted things to move but at my own pace. Not too fast.”
She laughed again, and I cringed at the thought how quickly I had become used to the idea of my wife seducing another man.
Vidya then continued, “Ramu stayed like that, and so did I, for a few seconds. I think he was testing my limits. I didn’t push him off or scold him, and so he stepped back reluctantly. Remember, I was just wearing a shirt, so his hardness was actually rubbing against my bare clitoris.”
“Wow, that must have been something for him.” I remarked.
“Yes, but more importantly, I could feel his throbbing manhood.” Vidya answered. “I was so wet, I almost wanted to rip his lungi off and ask him to fuck me there. But I knew this had to go on at its own pace or it would backfire. It was all I could think of that night. Remember that was the night I made you lick me several times to an orgasm before I allowed you to cum in me?”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“That was because I could think of nothing but Ramu’s strong body. His powerful legs. I could picture his heavy testicles. His strong buttocks. His big penis. And oh, his dark skin against my fair skin. I didn’t even think of you once as you fucked me.”
“Er … I see, darling, I understand.”
“The next day, I asked him to stay for tea. I was wearing one of your old T-shirts that day. Ramu, who was a bit apprehensive whether I would be upset, lit up into a smile when I asked him for tea. So there I was, dressed just in a loose T-shirt that barely covered my butts, making tea for our milkman, when out of the blue, he grabbed my right butt cheek and pinched me.”
“Wow, he certainly moved fast!” I was, once more, amazed at Ramu’s audacity.
“Yes,” Vidya replied. “But even then, I didn’t do anything, just glare at him and continued to make him tea. The next two days, the same thing happened. He would pinch or spank my ass, and then actually knead my bum, before I would give him tea. Remember, this was my bare bum he was playing with. I don’t think Ramu ever thought he would be spanking a gori mem like me on her butt and she would allow him to do so without repercussions. I think letting him have his way with my ass now made him now quite bold. However, this was nothing compared to what happened the next day. Things moved really fast.”
Vidya had stopped slapping me now. She ran her hand up and down my shaft. I was now very hard. The story of Vidya’s teasing and eventual succumbing at the hands of Ramu was making me very horny. Vidya continued her tale.
“The next day, I had very little on. I wore one of your big, dress shirts, with few buttons unbuttoned to give Ramu a good view of my cleavage. Ramu arrived on time, and this time he said he needed money. I had completely forgotten that it was that time of the month, when we paid him for a month’s milk and cleared the tab. I told him to come to the kitchen while I got the money. I was really enjoying the hungry looks he was giving my butt as we walked to the kitchen. He smacked my bum a couple of times as we walked through the hallway. I even froze and let him knead my bare ass cheeks with his rough hands, before we proceeded to the kitchen. However, after looking around the kitchen for a bit, and while he followed my chest with his eyes, I told him I didn’t have any money on me. I couldn’t find enough change. Ramu then asked me if I would like to, in his words, ‘pay another way’.”
“We all know what he meant.” I said drily.
“Yes,” Vidya replied with a smirk. “With that, he suddenly made his move. I guess I had been teasing him enough and Ramu decided to hell with the consequences – he would have me. He came from behind me and grabbed me. His hands automatically went to my breasts as he pushed me face down on the kitchen table. So there I was, bent over the kitchen table, wearing only a shirt but with my bum naked, wet from all my teasing, and ready to be taken.”
I whistled. It was some mental image. Vidya continued, “Ramu dropped his lungi, pulled out his prick and started to fuck me all in seconds. It happened so fast! I wanted to mock scream in anger and indignation, but his pounding and oh, how he fucked me!”
Vidya paused as she vividly recollected the scene in her mind.
“Darling, it was an amazing feeling as he drove his penis deep inside me.” Vidya recounted. “And honey, when I say deep, I mean deep. I had never been penetrated so far and I had to brace myself as he lunged in and out. Well, except for Mohan. You know, I have often talked about my old boyfriend Mohan, and how he had a huge dick?”
I nodded. I knew all about Mohan, and the various sex positions he used on Vidya.
“Now imagine Mohan’s size, given how huge Ramu was. Of, if only Mohan was here now, and he and Ramu fucked me together …” Vidya began to rub her clit as she started to fantasize being taken by two monster cocks. After a while, rather grudgingly, she went back to her story.
“After a few strokes of his meat, my anger and indignation turned to a huge craving, and I began to beg Ramu to fuck me as hard and as deep as he could. I was beyond caring, I was shouting! In that one moment, I went from being mildly curious about an affair with Ramu to being an addict of his cock!”
“And then suddenly,” Vidya continued, “I could feel him stiffening, and his knees going weak. And then he came all over me! I couldn’t stand up, my knees were buckling at his fucking, and he had deposited a gallon of cum inside me! He didn’t even ask for a condom; he didn’t even tell me he was going to cum – he just filled me up! It trickled down my legs on to the floor – everywhere! Afterwards, as I lay there, Ramu slapped me. I looked up at him in a daze. I was still numb from the fuck. Ramu slapped me again, and then told me to get up and make him tea. He was ordering me about! And somehow, I don’t know why, the idea of this low class man slapping me and ordering me about made me wet! I would never allow you to treat me like that, darling, and here I was getting slapped by the milkman! And of course I made him tea, and boy did he smack my behind whenever I walked past him in the kitchen.”
“You do have a very nice ass, darling.” I told her.
“Why thank you.” Vidya smiled. She ran her lips on my dick, helping it become more rigid, and continued her tale. “Even though he liked my ass, I would find out later Ramu was more fascinated with my boobs. I guess, coming from a lower class background, the women he has screwed don’t wear bras, so their breasts lack support. Mine are big, full, perky, bouncy, and no doubt I am much fair skinned than he is used to. He just can’t stop squeezing them!”
“You do have wonderful boobs, darling.” I acknowledged her busty rack.
Vidya then lied down on her back, and told me to mount her. Her cunt was completely wet, and Ramu’s cum was sloshing around in her cavity as I plunged into her.
“I can hardly feel you darling.” Vidya told me, as I started to grind against her, feeling another man’s cum in my wife’s vagina. “That Ramu has stretched my cunt like anything. Did you see how I was riding his cock, baby? That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
I nodded and continued to grate against Vidya.
“Anyways,” Vidya continued, hardly even feeling my movements. “So as I was saying, after he had his tea, he told me to get ready, again. I was amazed at how fast he was up again. I then told him. ‘Let’s move this into the bedroom.’ I fucked Ramu twice more that morning. And he has been coming back, every day, since then.”
“How long will you continue to see him, darling?” I asked Vidya, as she moved her hips in tune to my thrusts.
“Honey!” Vidya laughed. “You saw the size of Ramu’s monster. Do you have to ask? I thought that’s what you wanted? You think you can pretend you don’t want me to see him anymore, but that tiny dick of yours that’s so hard now inside my clit isn’t lying, my little cuckold. He’s huge, and when that cock goes inside your wife, she becomes a different person, dear. I want him.”
I must have made a face, for Vidya then taunted me, “Awww, what’s wrong honey? You look so scared and sad … hehe … I know, I know, baby, it’s tough to see me with a real man’s dick. I know it looks like you could never please me again, but that’s why I wanted you to watch, sweetie.”
That did it. Vidya’s taunts put me over the edge. With a grunt, I started to cum in her. When I was finally done, I collapsed on her, drained.
Vidya gently cupped my cheeks, kissed me a deep, long, loving kiss.
“Happy anniversary, darling.” She said, hugging me tightly. “I love you. I hope you loved your present. You are not mad, are you, darling? Please? Talk to me, sweetie.”
“Oh no! I loved my gift, dear! Happy anniversary, sweetheart.” I gushed, grateful for a hot, slutty wife like Vidya. “I LOVED IT!”
“Really?” Vidya’s eyes lit up. She kissed me again and again. “I was so worried. I was so nervous as to how you would take it. I am so glad to have you as my husband, darling, I really am a lucky woman!”
We kissed several times as we made wild love all day.
The next morning as I left for work, I ran into Ramu at the gate. He greeted me with a polite smile and a nod. My emotions and feelings were confused as I answered and headed out, now with the secure knowledge that this ordinary milkman had actually fucked my wife every day for the last 2 weeks, several times daily, and moreover, was heading up to do the same again in my absence. What really turned me on was that my wife was being penetrated by a guy with a huge penis, much larger than mine, and he was fucking my wife in my house, on my own bed. Vidya 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. Ramu was quite rough at times with her, and Vidya willingly went along with him.
Sometimes I wondered if Ramu was stretching my wife’s cunt beyond recovery with all that sex. When she asked me (sometimes) to fuck her at night, she complained that she could hardly feel my tiny dick. Every time I had to leave town for a business, I knew he kept her bed warm, and her pussy warmer. Ever since our marriage, she’s never been fucked so hard and so deep for so long. And it kept me turned on all day at work to think of what he was doing to her in my absence. Once I came home and found Vidya applying some cream to her very red buttocks. When I asked her about it, she simply told me with a smile, “Oh, I was a naughty girl today, and I was punished for it.”
This continued until Ramu had to go back to his village because of some family crisis, and he wasn’t going to return to the city in the near future. My wife Vidya had been Ramu’s mistress and sex slave for nearly three months by then. The last day he came to visit her, he had her four times, once cumming in the mouth, once shoving it up her the ass, and twice she did him in the kitchen, taking his monster cock up her cunt for one last, good-bye fuck. When I came home, I found her sleeping on the sofa, covered in love bite marks and dried cum, her butt covered with red crimson welts from Ramu’s spanking.
Both of us are glad that our lives are now back to normal. Vidya says she misses her lover, but it was just a nice distraction in our daily lives, and I have nothing to worry about from her. Sometimes though, in the middle of the night when I would be into her, she would take his name. Or Mohan’s. And I would wonder just how long it would be before I encouraged her to find yet another lover.

 

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Indian wife and husband discuss her taking on other lovers
My wife and I discuss her taking on other lovers …


My mother-in-law was visiting us for the evening. She lived nearby, not too far from where we had purchased our house some time ago. In fact, one of the factors that made us purchase this house was its proximity to Poonam.


Poonam Sharma, my mother-in-law, was a fifty plus year old Indian lady, widowed just prior to our marriage. She lived by herself, and Vidya dropped in at her place almost daily or every other day in the morning, right after I left for work. Vidya would spend some time with Poonam, before heading to the gym. Sometimes my mother-in-law would also join her using Vidya’s guest pass.


It wasn’t that Poonam really needed to join the gym – unlike other older Indian ladies she had managed to keep herself in decent shape. Just like Vidya, she always used to watch what she ate (not easy with the lavish use of ghee in many of our Indian dishes!), and even at her age she would regularly go for a run early morning in the neighborhood. Yes, her big boobs were now starting to sag, and there were some slight wrinkles on her face, and her hair wasn’t completely black any more, but Poonam still looked at least ten to fifteen years younger than other women her age. I was very proud of my mother-in-law.


Her daughter Vidya, my wife, had inherited Poonam’s good looks and her healthy habits. Like her mother, Vidya kept herself quite fit and athletic as well, despite marriage. Vidya often used to tell me that her mother was her inspiration.


We had all just finished our evening tea, and were sitting in the living room.


“Mama! Look at your butt!” Vidya suddenly told Poonam, after she reached for the samosa plate again. “It’s bulging!”


“It’s not!” Poonam indignantly stood up and turned around to look over her back. “I have a nice butt.”


“No, mama!” Vidya shook her head dismissively. “You need to hit the gym again. You don’t want to let yourself go, like my dear fatty here.”


Vidya giggled as she poked me in my tummy. I could only grin meekly.


“Ok, honey, guilty as charged!” I laughed nervously, patting the slight pudge around my waist.


“C’mon, jamai babu!” Poonam turned to me. “You are only slightly healthy.”


“Jamai babu” is what Indian mothers-in-law often called their sons-in-law out of respect.


Poonam then stood up, and turned around so her back was to me, and bent over. She then turned her neck slightly and asked, “Do you think I have a big butt, jamai babu?”


I nearly chocked on my samosa. I blushed bright red as I looked at my mother-in-law bent over, her butt right in front of my face, and then at my wife, Vidya, who had a naughty smile on her lips.


“Oh, mama, you are embarrassing Rajesh.” Standing up, Vidya came close to her mother, and gave her mother’s butts a squeeze. “That’s a lot of meat, mama. You are joining me in the gym tomorrow.”


“Well, OK, dear, if you want an old woman with you.” Poonam replied, as Vidya continued to squeeze her butt cheeks. “I would slow you down at the gym.”


“You are no old woman, mama.” Vidya made Poonam stand up straight, hugged her and gave her a quick kiss on her cheeks.


SMOOCH!


SMOOCH!


Then Vidya turned back to me. Poonam giggled and once again bent over, jiggling her butt in front my face. Vidya laughed.


“Well, dear husband, you didn’t answer mama’s question. Does she have a big butt?”


As she said this, Vidya raised her hand. Poonam was still bent over, her butt thrust out at me. Vidya brought her hand down sharply.


SMACK!


My wife spanked her mother’s butt playfully. “What do you think, hubby?”


SMACK!


“Mummy …” I managed to croak. “You look quite fit … to me.”


“No … but what about her butt?”


SMACK!


“Um … darling … her butt … looks quite good.”


“Why thank you, jamai babu.” Poonam wriggled her butt playfully before standing up straight. Vidya winked at her and nudged at me. I was now trying to discreetly place a cushion over my pants, trying to hide the bulge of my raging boner.


“Alright, beti.” Poonam laughed at my blushing face as she took her seat back. She then turned to her daughter. “I will join the gym, but on one condition. You will find me a handsome fitness instructor there.”


Vidya laughed. “OK mama. Done! You can have mine if you want.”


Vidya sat down beside me and wrapped her arms around my neck. After kissing me on the lips, Vidya then swiftly snatched the cushion away from my hands, exposing the rising hump in my pants to all.


“Did mama’s butt make you all excited, dear?” She asked, giving me a kiss on my cheek.


“Um …”


Both mother and daughter laughed as I blushed with acute embarrassment.


My mother-in-law Poonam’s relationship with her daughter (and my wife) Vidya was different than the ones she had with all of her other children. None of her other daughters, for example, would have grabbed their mother’s butt, let alone have the audacity to spank it. Vidya alone had the sass to nudge and wink at her at my futile attempt to hide a boner. Poonam and Vidya were less mother and daughter, and more of friends and sisters. I also felt Poonam was also less inhibited with Vidya when it came to physical touching.


Two days ago it had been us who were visiting her, and after dinner we were watching some TV.


“Vidya,” Poonam suddenly told her, turning around to face her. “I think I am beginning to sag. I wanted you to take a look.”

 

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“Sure, mama.” Vidya responded, as if it was no big deal. “Let me see. Please stand up, and go over there by the mirror.”

“Yes, beti.”
Vidya then turned to me.
“Darling, would you please stand up and go by the door?”
“Yes, dear.”
I obediently stood up.
“Good,” Vidya smiled at me, before issuing her order, “Now please turn around so your back is to us, dear.”
“Yes, darling.”
I slowly made my way out of the room.
“I am always amazed as to how obedient my jamai babu is, Vidya.” I heard Poonam tell her daughter. “Unlike other Indian men who might be chauvinistic or have an ego when it came to listening to their wives, Rajesh humbly does whatever you ask of him.”
“Yes, mama.” Vidya replied. She was probably smiling triumphantly at her mother’s characterization of me as obedient. “Rajesh simply adores me.”
I now stood near the door, my back to the women, awaiting further instructions.
“No peeking, OK, dear?” Vidya yelled at me. “I am going to check up on mama’s boobies.”
“Umm…” I was quite hot under my collar. “Yes, dear.”
I just realized there was another mirror in the hallway. It was positioned just in the right place so I could actually see, if I turned my face slightly, what was happening inside the room.
Vidya came up close to her mother and stood across her. She raised her hands and gently cupped Poonam’s breasts.
“Hmm.” Vidya mused aloud. She squeezed her mother’s right breast, and then the left.
“They appear firm, mama.” Vidya gently pinched the tip of Poonam’s right nipple, and then the left. “Do you want me to take a closer look?”
“Would you, dear?” My mother-in-law asked her. “I was wondering if I should change my bra size or get a different type of bra for support.”
“Sure, mama.” Vidya started to unbutton her mother’s blouse.
“No peeking, husband!” She suddenly called out, even though I hadn’t moved. “I am taking off mama’s blouse!”
“Er … of course, dear! Yes, dear.”
I wondered if they knew I could see it all. I was now quite hard, and started to gently rub myself over my pants.
Once Poonam’s blouse was unbuttoned, she raised her arms and Vidya took off the blouse. Then Vidya went around her back and unhooked the bra. It fell to the floor and my mother-in-law’s boobs fell free.
 
I had to practice the utmost self control to not start ejaculating right there. My mother-in-law had massive breasts, with big areoles and nipples to match. It was clear where Vidya got her genes from. Wow!
“Ah, I forgot how big your breasts are, mama!” Vidya exclaimed.
“You have big ones yourself, beti!” Poonam replied, smiling. “And all the problems of big breasts along with it!”
Vidya cupped her mother’s bare naked right breast and started to grope her.
“I don’t know, mama.” She bit her lip as she kneaded Poonam’s breasts. “My boobs have always made me a favourite of the guys, you know!”
“Yeah well.” Poonam’s body gently swayed as her daughter pressed her puppies. “Try jogging with these. You are a young woman! I can’t find a sports bra for me and can’t exactly wear a tank top when I go jogging, and they bounce around all the time!”
“Sometimes I have trouble sleeping.” Vidya confessed, as she switched her attention to Poonam’s left boob. “But then I get your jamai babu to suck on them and I sleep fine!”
Both the ladies laughed. Vidya then stood back.
“No, mama. You are not sagging.” She declared. “And no lumps either, you’ll be glad to know.”
“Thanks, beti!” Poonam bent down and started to put on her bra again. “It’s a relief.”
“Speaking of relief …” Vidya giggled. “I’d better go and give my husband some!”
Such was the open relation Poonam had with Vidya. It just evolved into that type of mother-daughter bond. I had once asked Vidya how she was so free with Poonam.
“It must be due to the first time she caught me,” Vidya had answered after some thinking, “When I was in high school, I was fooling around with the neighbour’s son in my room. Rather than beat me or punish me, my mother sat down with me, and taught her all about sex, and safety.”
“Really?” I was surprised. “That was mighty progressive of her!”
“Yup!” Vidya replied. “She always told me, ‘Be safe! Don’t let the boys do what they want; rather you be in charge.’ And I have always followed that.”
“You have a personal fitness instructor? A man?” Poonam asked, bringing my thoughts back to the present. “And jamai babu doesn’t mind?”
“Ah, Rajesh.” Vidya threw her head back and laughed. She then embraced me and gave me a passionate kiss, with her tongue going down my throat.
I just sat there, letting Vidya have her way with me. Her hands slightly caressed me down there, even as she pressed her lips against mine. My mother-in-law watched, amused.
“My husband loves me.” Vidya told her mother, grinning, after finishing the kiss. I had by now given up all attempts to decently hide my erection. “He doesn’t mind another man being with me, as long as I tell him, hehe.”
Once again mother and daughter had a good laugh.
“Oh jamai babu.” Poonam grinned at me. “You are unlike all Indian men. Vidya is lucky to have found someone like you.”
“No, mummy.” I looked adoringly at my beautiful wife. “I am lucky to have found someone like your daughter.”
Later that night, I got into bed. I was completely naked, while Vidya was in a two piece lingerie. I started by kissing Vidya’s toes.
“OOOH yes.” Vidya murmered. “Do that. Suck on my toes, darling.”
I nibbled each of her toes, before licking the bottom of my feet. Vidya then turned over so she was lying on her belly.
“Kiss my bum, Rajesh.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Kiss it good, honey. I am your mistress and you should want to please me.”
“Yes, dear.”
Vidya’s bottoms left nothing to the imagination – the thin g-string panty exposing her round fleshy bums. I pressed my mouth to her ass and placed lots of gentle kisses on her ample behind. I made sure to suck on her big booty, placing my lips on the flesh of her rear and smooching for all I was worth. I slid my tongue down her rectum and made her rear canal all wet. Vidya loved it when I abased myself like that.
“Spank me, darling.” She suddenly commanded.
I raised my hand and spanked her buttocks. Her flesh shook like jelly as I hit her, gently, again and again.
“OOOH YES.” Vidya then turned around and smiled.
“You spank me so gently. My other lovers used to spank me hard, and rough.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Now come here, sweetie!”
We were cuddling and kissing. Vidya kissed me quite passionately, her hands moving down to my manhood. I was quite hard, and close to my edge.
“Darling.” Vidya suddenly told me. “I feel I owe you an apology.”
“An apology?” I looked at her, puzzled. “What for?”
“This evening. You know. When I told mama that you wouldn’t mind me with my gym instructor if I told you about it.”
“Oh that!” I tried to laugh it off. “What’s that to apologize for?”
“No.” Vidya shook her head. “You are my husband and you deserve respect from me. I should be more discreet about my affair.”

 

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Oh yes, The Affair.

It’s been almost five months since my darling wife’s torrid affair with Ramu the milkman had ended. Ramu, the tall, dark, well built, low class labourer who had his long pecker buried deep into my fair, gori wife Vidya on an almost daily basis for months.
Ramu had to go back to his village for some emergency, and although he promised to come back, Vidya hadn’t heard anything back from him since. I am sure she missed him – and his huge cock – but our marital life has since gone back to normal. I mean, for a change, I wasn’t the other man in my own marriage any more.
Even though it had been my idea for her to have an affair, I had been worried that Ramu was stretching my wife’s cunt beyond repair. After the affair had ended, I fretted about whether I could truly satisfy my wife. It turns out I needn’t have worried.
Vidya was once more playing the role of my perfect gorgeous trophy wife. She would get up early every morning to make me breakfast, and give me a good, wet, sloppy kiss before I left for work. She would be rubbing my groin all the time as we kissed on the doorstep, giving me a terrific hard-on that would remind me of her the whole day. Once she had reached the gym, in between breaks of her workout, Vidya would go to the bathroom and take pictures of her buttocks clothed in tight spandex and send them to me via Snapchat, just to titillate me. I knew for sure what all the other guys working out in the gym must be ogling at when Vidya was working out – her big buttocks!
After Vidya was done, she would return home and later in the day, start making dinner just in time for me to come home and enjoy. And later at night, depending on Vidya’s mood, we would have sex.
Of course when I say we have sex, it’s mostly me carrying out Vidya’s orders to satisfy her as she wished, and in the end Vidya allowing me to cum (sometimes inside her). I didn’t mind of course, I loved to obey and serve my goddess Vidya as she wanted me to. I mean, one has to only look at her! I was the envy of all of my friends, and I am sure behind our back their wives would question how I managed to land a bombshell like Vidya. My wife was tall by Indian standards; she was 5’8″ and kept in very good shape. Her gorgeous curves emphasized her humongous breasts, which she made no effort to hide (thank goodness!).
With her wide hips, and what was once described by my former boss Gaurav as a “very spankable ass”, Vidya could give any guy an instant hard on. She was a sex goddess, and she was my wife. Why wouldn’t I be just happy to be with her, sharing the same bed as her, licking her foot, sucking her gaand (ass) or depositing my cum into her?
It helped that I knew my place. I wasn’t really well built, and I had a very small penis. Vidya had laughed on our wedding night when she had pulled down my underwear. She wrapped her hands around my penis and her hands completely engulfed my manhood – and then she burst out laughing.
“I am sorry, darling, I…” She was apologizing in the midst of her laughter. I was croaking as Vidya examined my flaccid cock and continued to say, “I am sorry, darling.”
“No, I am sorry.” I told her. “I know I don’t have a large penis, and I know I can never measure up to your standards, so I am sorry.”
“Oh, no, don’t be, darling.” Vidya had placed a hand on her mouth to muffle her laughter. “I am sorry I shouldn’t have laughed. But don’t worry; I knew exactly what I was getting into. I always figured you had a very small penis.”
We had dated for some time before marriage, but Vidya never allowed me to have sex with her. As she told me, she was ‘saving me for marriage’. I was a virgin, and she wanted to take my virginity on our marriage night. I of course was under no illusion; I knew she had been a promiscuous lady. When we made our wedding list, Vidya pointed out the names of various men on her side of the list and told me so-and-so had butt fucked her, and so-and-so had taken her pussy, and there was also a list of men who had gotten a blowjob from her. It made me deeply aroused, and emasculated, to know that many of the guests at my wedding had managed to penetrate my wife and I hadn’t yet.
After our marriage Vidya then proceeded to train me in sexually satisfying her.
It took some time of course. I am ashamed to admit I didn’t last long on our marriage night. Who could, with a woman like Vidya rubbing her dainty finger nails across your scrotum? Just to see her walk from the bathroom to our bed was enough to make me cum. Vidya’s swinging buttocks as she sashayed like a model could leave any man breathless. She did not hide the fact that my penis was small – she called it “small, cute, and functional”. And so gradually she instituted a few ground rules for the bedroom; rules that I was only too happy to follow, since it gave her pleasure, and giving her gratification allowed me to have pleasure.
I knew I could never give her full satisfaction with my small appendage, so I learned how to finger her and lick her to orgasms, and how simple things, like kissing her toes, or presenting my cheeks to be slapped, or even following her Clothed Female Naked Male rule (which stated that once we retired for the night to bed I was to completely strip, and Vidya would remain clothed as she wished) gave her delight.
Thus, depending on Vidya’s mood, I would be naked, kissing the bottom of her feet, and then slurping her asshole, before flicking my tongue at her crotch. Other times she would then have me finger fuck her to an orgasm, and then I would present my bum to her. A few smacks, before she would tell me to turn around. She would then proceed to slap my face.
Slapping me gave her a lot of joy. At first I had flinched at her slaps, but now I have gotten used to it. She would slap me until my cheeks were bright red and she would feel another orgasm coming. After that, she would hold me by the ears and pull them tight, and then tell me to climb onto her. Fully wet, her vagina would then be easy to slide into as she would then tell me to cum. I would cum quickly following all of this, emptying my seed into her, before thanking her and kissing her for a very enjoyable time. She would laugh every time I thanked her for sex. It was now an unwritten rule in our life that I would have to thank her every time she allowed me to cum. After all of this, cuddling together, we would then spoon and go to sleep.
So I am one husband who is not ashamed to say I have no problems with letting my wife Vidya be the boss in our marriage – I was just glad to be along for the ride. I just couldn’t believe a guy like me was having a gorgeous sex goddess like her all to myself to enjoy.
Well, not all to myself, if I have to be completely truthful.
When we married, Vidya had no intention of straying. As she put it, her slutty days were over, and she wanted a marriage on her terms – where I would provide for her, serve her, obey her and in return she would be the virtuous Indian wife of my wettest dreams. Fate, we later realized, had other ideas. Some women are born not to be ever caged.
Of course, and I am embarrassed to admit it, there were some good moments about her affair with Ramu. It’s not easy to be a man and admit that your gori (fair) wife being fucked by the dark, lowly labour class milkman gives you the thrills, but the fact that Vidya was being regularly pounded by a man with a much bigger cock than mine, a man who could last several times longer than me, and whose recuperative powers were phenomenal had its benefits.
For one, Vidya was in a very good mood the whole time she was having the affair. I guess that having a cock that went deep into one`s pussy for a change can put any woman in a good mood.
Second, whenever Vidya was getting pounded by Ramu, she would taunt me and my manhood, much to Ramu’s pleasure. Afterwards when I would return from work, she would recount the day’s action to me, while slapping me as a punishment for being a willing cuckold. Then she would give me a mind blowing sex with her as a reward for letting Ramu hump her. Never once did she say no to me for sex during the affair. I guess she felt some pity for me, and even though all I was getting was scraps of pity sex, I was grateful for that.
Of course even as she would spread her legs for me, and I would wiggle my tiny penis around inside of her, I knew she could feel the difference between my little weenie and a real baby maker like Ramu’s. Still, I was just glad she was allowing me to deposit my cum in her at all, even as she had access to a monster cock.
Later on, as I would lie in bed, my balls completely drained, Vidya would snuggle, give me a deep kiss and tell me that I was the best husband in the world. It would make my day just to hear her say that.
That had been five months ago, and our life had gone back, as I said, to some semblance of normal. For a change, I was the only one enjoying my wife in bed. Yes, sometimes Vidya did take Ramu’s name during sex, and at other times she confessed sometimes when the doorbell would ring she would hope it was Ramu, but overall she was content to just be my wife and a one-man-woman for a change.
“I am sure your mother thought you were only joking.” I told Vidya, in response to her apology. “She’s not going to think you actually have affairs and I am cool with it.”

 

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 “Only one affair.” Vidya corrected me. “You talk sometimes as if I was part of a gangbang.”

“I am sorry darling. I didn’t mean it that way.” I apologized immediately, tactfully neglecting the fact that Vidya had also slept with my boss Gaurav.
“And remember,” Vidya reminded me, somewhat angrily. “It was you … my own husband … who thought it would be cool to see another man fuck his wife.”
“I am sorry, darling. I swear I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Yes …” Vidya was seemingly lost in thought, before she shook her head again. “Nevertheless, I shouldn’t have said it. I don’t want my mother to think you are some sort of na-mard, or a cuckold.”
“It’s OK, darling.” I told her. Vidya’s mood changed immediately. She beamed, and gave me a wet kiss.
After sometime, as we hugged, I asked her, “Do you miss Ramu, darling?”
“Hmm.” Vidya gently stroked my dick. “Do you want me to tell the truth, darling, or pump your ego?”
We both laughed. Vidya wrapped her hands around my penis.
“Such a cute penis you have, dear.” She giggled. “Look! It’s almost as big as my pinkie. Are you hard, honey?”
“Er … almost.” I admitted.
“Hmm.” Vidya chuckled. “Sometimes I can’t tell.”
I noticed that Vidya hadn’t answered my question on whether she missed Ramu.
“Darling.” I asked her another question. “Do I satisfy you?”
Vidya stopped stroking me and looked at me, surprised.
“What sort of question is that?”
“No, I mean it.” I told her with all urgency. “Do I satisfy you? Is our sex life pleasurable for you?”
“Darling … I …” Vidya started to say something, but then stopped. “Why are you asking me all of this now, sweetie?”
“Well …” I didn’t know what had suddenly come into me, but I wanted to get something off my chest. “Sometimes when we are having sex, I do feel I am not enough for you, darling. Do you actually enjoy our sex?”
Vidya was silent for a few moments.
“Yes.” She replied. “I do enjoy our sex, darling. It’s … different from my other lovers, for sure, but I do get pleasure out of you, dear husband.”
“Oh.” I was happy to hear that. “Then you don’t miss Ramu, do you?”
Once again, Vidya was silent for some time.
“I do miss him.” She admitted. “You are not exactly big, my dear husband. So I miss my lover. But … only sometimes.”
“But …” I pointed out to her, “You did say you enjoyed sex with me.”
“Yes,” Vidya sighed, perhaps getting tired of my questions. “I do. I enjoy sex with you. But … I enjoyed the sex with Ramu more. Size does matter, darling, at least for me.”
I gulped. I had something to say to her. It’s been something that had been on my mind for the last month or so.
“Vidya.” I told her. “I am so sorry I am not able to completely satisfy you in bed.”
“But honey …” My wife started to say something but I cut her off.
“I am really sorry you don’t get from me what you really need. If you want to have another affair …” I trailed off.
Vidya was silent for a while. Then she leaned in and kissed me. It was a deep kiss, her lips locking on mine, her tongue probing deep into my throat. Her hands swiftly stroked my turgid manhood.
SMOOCH!
Her kiss was long and sensuous.
“Are you sure, honey,” Vidya said, “You want me getting fucked by other guys on a regular basis? Their big dicks deep inside me, or in my mouth, cumming all over my body, or in my pussy if I let them? And then me coming home to you smelling of sex with my pussy all stretched out and giving you sloppy seconds?”
“I love you honey.” I told her truthfully. “If you really need a bigger dick from time to time, I will understand, honey. As long as you … you still cherish and respect me, honey.”
SMOOCH!
“Oh, darling! I do, I do! I remember when it was with Ramu, I felt so grateful to you for being secure enough in our love and sharing me with another man.”
“Thank you darling.”
SMOOCH!
“We are special.” Vidya told me. “Not like other couples who live by boring rules. But yes, you are a cuckold.”
I couldn’t hold it any more. I started to cum. My dick jerked and twitched as it spurted out cum onto her hands, my legs and the bed.
Vidya said nothing, but continued to kiss me, and stroke me with her hand, until my dick became flaccid.
“Oh babydoll.” She gushed, smiling. “Just the mere thought of another man humping your slutty wife’s pie hole has made you cum this time! This must be a new record.”
I said nothing, embarrassed.
“Don’t worry, darling. I love you.” Vidya continued to rub me, her hand sticky with my cum. “I will tell you something. I am not interested in other men. No, really! I love you! An affair is nice and all, but you take care of me so well, Rajesh.”
I looked at her. I had tears in my eyes.
“Thank you, Vidya. I really appreciate it.”
We both kissed for some time. Vidya gently kneaded my balls. It was clear that she was trying to get me hard again.
“Of course …” Now Vidya started to say something. “Do you really want me to have an affair, sweetie?”
“I …” I bit my lip. “I love you, Vidya, I want you to be happy in our marriage.”