My name is Rajesh and I am married to my sweetheart Vidya. Soon (in just over a month), we would be celebrating our third wedding anniversary. It was past 10.30 at night, and Vidya was lying on the bed reading, and I was working on my laptop on a project.
“Oh my fat husband,” Vidya called out from the bed. “Leave your laptop and come here. I need you to lick me, and then to fuck me. My pussy is tingling tonight.”
That was one great thing, amongst many great things, I loved about Vidya. Sex with her was very efficient. She was explicit and blunt about her needs. A nymphomaniac by nature, she would tell you exactly what she wanted to you do – no hunting around for “subtle hints”.
“Yes, darling.”
Obediently, I shut my laptop and stood up. Walking over and standing beside the bed, to her left, I started to undress. My shirt came off first, followed by my watch. I then reached down and unbuckled the belt. Rolling down my jeans to my ankles, I stepped out of my pants. Vidya caught hold of the waistband of my underpants, slowly pulling them down. My small penis sprang free and hit her in the face. She laughed, and continued to roll down my underwear until I was completely naked.
You see, one year into our marriage, Vidya had implemented the Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM) policy. It was something she read in an erotic story by her favourite erotica writer, Tarek Zia. Vidya had made me read his stories a few times.
Tarek would write about being a young man in an affair with two maid servants, who would keep him naked in the house all day long. Vidya thought this was a great idea, and implemented this policy in our bedroom.
CFNM for us meant that whenever we would retire for the night, or get into bed for sex, I would have to completely strip before I was even allowed to get into the bed. Vidya, on the other hand, could be wearing whatever she wished. Tonight, Vidya was wearing a pink negligee of translucent material, which covered her till her knees.
Let me briefly describe our physical appearances here. I am your typical average height and built Indian male. Though physically healthy and fit, I have a paunch around my tummy area – that Vidya had recently started to make fun of. She would lovingly call me “Fatty, come here” or “Oh my fat husband, suck my vagina”, and so on. My penis isn’t anything to write home about either – Vidya calls it ‘small, cute and functional’. My wife, of course, has seen and played with much larger cocks than mine. I am a shy, introvert, bookish kind of guy who was a virgin until our wedding night.
Vidya, on the other hand, is my polar opposite. She remained completely physically fit, even after our marriage when Indian women typically get fat. She exercised religiously, and at 5’8″ was taller than most Indian women. When she was without heels, she matched my height. Sometimes she would wear heels just to be a little taller than me, and people would stare at us as we walked in the mall – and not just because they would marvel at how a woman would marry someone seemingly shorter than her.
Vidya was very proud of her curves, her humongous breasts, her wide hips, her broad ass, and her fleshy, milky white, well-toned tummy. And yes, to say she was sexually active before our marriage was understating it – her legs were open to anyone she fancied. Students, professors, janitors, labourers, accountants, and even a pujari – almost someone from every profession had deposited their semen in her cunt.
I snuggled against Vidya and hugged her tightly. My tongue found her lips and we kissed deeply, exploring each other’s mouths with passion. She moved her arms around my back, and slowly, gingerly, caressed my behind. Then she spanked my bum playfully.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I started to slide against her body, slowly going down on her. My face came to her breasts, as I licked each nipple and sucked on them gently. She pushed my head down further as I inserted my tongue into her navel and covered her tummy with kisses. I rubbed my face against her inner thighs as her pubic hair hit my nostrils. She wasn’t wearing panties. My tongue flicked out as I started to lick her clitoris.
“Mmmmm… mmmm…” Vidya grabbed my ears with either hand and started to twist them, as she moaned and writhed with pleasure. “Oh, fatty! Keep doing it, my love, oh my!”
My face was now between into her thighs, and she was gushing like a waterfall. Each lashing of my tongue provoked further moans of ecstasy and secretions of her love juice. My face was now glistening with her dampness. I kept inserting my tongue into the folds of her vulva and swirling it around her love hole. With a final shriek, her body arched and she started to cum.
“OH MY GOD! OH YES! OH YES!” Gripping my head in a vice-lock with her thighs, and holding my ears firmly in her hands, Vidya bobbed up and down in the throes of her orgasm. Finally, after oozing out huge amounts of wetness, she subsided.
“Wow.” She remarked, finally catching her breath. “Good job, fatty. Come here. Let me reward you.”
I crept up her body. She cupped my wet face in her hands and kissed me. While I lay passively there, Vidya licked the base of my mouth and deep French-kissed me, rolling her tongue into me. Bending down one hand, she grabbed hold of my rigid shaft and started to stroke me.
“Ready to put your little dickie into use, darling?” She asked me, with a coy smile.
“Yes, my dear.”
“Would you like to put your small wee wee into my pussy, dear, or my butt?”
“Whatever gives you the most pleasure, darling.”
Vidya seemed to consider my answer for a while, before she slowly raised her hand to my face and gingerly rubbed my cheeks. Grimacing, I got ready for what I knew was coming.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Vidya slapped me again, and again, and again. My cheeks flushed bright red, partly from the pain, partly from shame as my Indian wife, who is supposed to respect her husband, slapped me endlessly. Finally, she decided I had enough, and then she made me slowly suck her nipples. Vidya then grabbed my hand and led it to her love tunnel. She was leaking again! Slapping me had gotten her off. I slowly fingered her to her second orgasm of the night. Writhing, thrashing around, she moaned until the peak of her sexual excitation subsided.
“Oh, honey!” She gushed, covering me with kisses at the exact same spot as where she had slapped me momentarily ago. “You are the best husband I could ever have wanted!”
“Thank you, Vidya.” I swelled with pride. I may have had a small penis, but I kept her happy.
“Most men I have been with have just used me as a piece of ass to pump their meat into.” Vidya was effusive in her praise. “Yet you! You are the most submissive man I could have ever dreamed off. You give me pleasure, the way I want it, and you treat me gently, like a lady, not a slut, and you just obey, no questions asked.”
“Thank you, Vidya.”
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.
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.
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.
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!”
“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?”
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.”
“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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