SMOOCH!
Even as they made out, I could see Neetu lovingly stroke Bhola all over, her hands caressing his back and his bum.
"What's up with that cuckold husband of yours, memsaab?" Bhola suddenly asked.
"Why? What happened?" Neetu asked lazily, as she continued to caress her bull.
"This evening. When he was asking me about your butt. And whether I mind seeing you in a nightie." Bhola laughed. "What an idiot! If only he knew I have FUCKED his wife in the butt!"
"Must we talk about him!" Neetu asked, again lovingly stroking Bhola's cheeks. "He's a cuckold. Let's let it at that!"
"Well." Bhola was thoughtful. "He never ... um ... displayed you like that before!"
"It's something he has been doing for a while now." Neetu remarked. "He is proud of me ... and my figure ... and the fact that I am his wife."
Once again, I was amazed at how smoothly my wife could lie. This was the first time I had done something like this, and only with Bhola, and here Neetu was, insinuating this was a common thing.
"Really?" Bhola was incredulous.
"Yes," Neetu nodded. "He will tell his friends, back in Canada, look how gorgeous my wife is. Or he will grab and kiss me in front of others. And then comment on how sexy I look. Or how lovely ... and um ... shapely ... my butt is."
"He's a pathetic cuckold." Bhola declared. "I should just go wake him up now and tell him I am fucking his wife."
"Maybe ..." Neetu murmured. "You should, Bhola."
Was she really considering it?
"No, it's more fun fucking you behind his back." Bhola laughed. He seemed to chicken out of his own idea of telling me about it. "It is amazing that your cuckold husband is still asleep. You made quite the din, memsaab, as I fucked you! I had to cover your mouth at times!"
"Oh, my husband and his sleep!" Neetu laughed. "He could sleep through a storm! You could fuck me beside him, and he wouldn't wake up!"
"And we left the door open too. You wanted it that way." Bhola reminded my wife. "I was puzzled, because I know how loud you can get, randi. And still your husband is asleep!"
I knew why left the door open, I thought. She wanted me to watch.
"Is that why ..." Neetu teasingly nibbled at Bhola's ear. "You were a little gentle with me today, Bhola? Because you are ... afraid ... of waking my husband? Are you ... scared ... of what Gopal will do? Remember ... as you said, he's a pathetic cuckold! A loser!"
"Oh, and you are such a slut, memsaab!" Bhola grinned at her and patted her cheek. "Show me your cheeks, saali! Time for me to punish you the way a slut should be punished!"
Neetu laughed, and playfully jutted out her cheeks at him. I knew what Bhola was going to do next.
SLAP!
SLAP!
Bhola slapped her a few times, hard and fast. My wife gamely hung on, even as her cheeks became red.
SLAP!
SLAP!
"Oh, Bhola." My wife murmured. "You are the only man I allow to slap me. Why do I do this, my love?"
She was again calling him 'my love'.
"Because memsaab, you are a married woman who is a slut, and you are MY slut." Bhola laughed and slapped her again.
SLAP!
SLAP!
"Ok, slut, let me throw this condom in the bin and I will be back." Bhola smirked at her. "Time for round 2. Turn around and show me that big bouncing ass of yours."
* * *
An hour later, as Neetu got into our bed, she gently poked at me.
"Darling, are you awake?" She asked.
I opened my eyes. Neetu kissed me.
SMOOCH!
"Yes, my love, now I am fully awake." I looked at my wife. "Had fun?"
"Oh, babe!" Neetu gushed and kissed me again. "He was as amazing as ever! Thanks for hiring him again! Did you watch?"
I nodded, unable to verbalize that yes, I watched her have sex with Bhola.
"Did you like the view, hubby?" Neetu continued. "Did you jack off as you watched a real man pound the shit out of your wife?"
I nodded again, unable to talk. Neetu, realizing this, leaned in to kiss me again.
SMOOCH!
"You would rather watch a real man fuck me than fucking me yourself!" Neetu commented. "When I asked you to not cum in me, you obliged. Admit it! You prefer knowing I am about to get properly fucked by Bhola, to actually fucking me yourself, don't you?"
Once again, humiliated and embarrassed, I couldn't say anything, but just nod helplessly at my wife's taunts.
"I know this is hard for you, hun." She told me. "You are feeling jealous, hurt, or even emasculated. I thought you liked feeling those things by now, my cuckold. From today, you are just going to have to accept the fact that Bhola is my number one lover. My bull. My man."
"Yes, my dear." I then ventured a question, finally getting the strength to form words. "You told him to use a condom, my love. Usually, you let Bhola cum inside you."
"We talked about this, babe." Neetu replied, and then she kissed me again. "You know we can't afford any accidents. Two kids are what we can afford now."
"Thank you for remembering this; my love." I told her, really appreciating that she had that self control. "I was afraid you would let him cum inside you again."
"Well," Neetu had a mischievous grin. "You could have come and stopped us."
"I ... I ..." I stammered. "I still need a little time to come out, my dear."
"Hmm." Neetu thought of something to say, and then seemed to discard her thoughts. She leaned in and kissed me again.
SMOOCH!
We made out for some time.
"Want to fuck?" I asked, somewhat hopefully. "I ... I need to cum."
Neetu looked me. Her eyes seemed to have some type of look ... pity? Scorn? Sympathy? I couldn't make it.
"Not now, my love." She said, leaning in to kiss me again. "I ... um ... I don't feel very clean now. Haven't taken a shower ... and a little bit tired, honey. Also, I am really sore from his much bigger cock. I promise I will make it up to you later. Can we just go to sleep now?"
"Um ... sure, babe." I had a question for her though. "Um ... my love ... I saw what ... what Bhola ... did to you ... after."
Neetu sighed, clicking her tongue in annoyance.
"You mean ... you saw him slap me?" She asked in an irritated tone. "What of it? Are you upset that he slapped me, or that ... I let him, do it to me?"
I again nodded, unable to verbalize the fact that I had watched another man slap my wife and didn't do anything. Worse, I personally had known this for years, but this was the first time I was confronting her about it, and still, I couldn't speak properly to her on it.
"You could have come in and confronted him." Neetu reminded me. I nodded, once again unable to find the words.
"Darling." Neetu gently patted my cheeks. "You are not man enough to confront Bhola. Go to sleep. Bhola has always done this to me, and worse ... and I enjoy it. Don't think about it too much, my cuckold. There are some things you, as my husband, will never get. Sometimes a wife just needs a good hard pounding. That's what bulls are for. And if said bull wants to slap me, why not? I like it. I WANT him to slap me. That should be enough for you."
"But ... it looked ... painful!"
"Again, don't worry about it, babe. As a cuckold, just be happy your wife is enjoying it. And getting the pleasure that you are unable to give. Now ... I am tired. And you are boring me, my dear. Let us just go to sleep."
... you are boring me, my dear ...
In a matter of minutes, Neetu was sleeping soundly next to me, in the nude, clearly happy and content after the hard fucking she had received from Bhola. For me ... I could hardly sleep due to a mix of arousal and excitement and humiliation at my wife's taunts. When I eventually managed to get some sleep, my dreams were plagued with the images of Bhola's thick giant cock stretching my wife apart, her moans and the look on her face as she had him ejaculate inside her.
* * *
Around 4 am there was a sudden call on my cell phone. I quickly rubbed my eyes and grabbed my cell, even as Neetu continued to sleep soundly.
"Hello?"
It was my office back in Ottawa. Even in my sleep I tried to quickly surmise the time there. It was must have been 6 pm there. It was a Sunday though ... no one should be in the office. Or working from home.
"Gopal." It was my manager. "We have an issue."
One of our applications in production was down. The site was running on the backup server, but without many of the features enabled. This is why my manager was calling me.
"I am unable to get hold of the company." He grumbled. "They are actually based out of Pune."
This was the bane with outsourcing from Canada to India. You hired a team out of India to develop mission critical sites and when things went wrong, it was hard to get hold of them because ... it was India.
"Can you go to their office?" My manager asked me. "I know it's a Sunday ... but if you get the problem resolved ... you can take tomorrow ... your night ... off."
"OK, I will do it first thing in the morning." I told him. "My morning. Should be straight forward."
That turned out to be a big understatement. First of all, the company was surprised to see someone from Canada show up in their Pune office, that too on a Sunday morning. They were open because they had other departments serving other companies every day of the week. The receptionist called the manager responsible for our account and I told him to come to the office at once. He tried to deflect and make excuses, but I wasn't having any of it. Our company was a big account for them, so they had to listen to me. Finally, when their full development team was called, I sat with them to work through the problem.
It took pretty much the whole day. Finally, around 8 pm (yes, pm) the site was back up and running smoothly, and I was happy. I drove back and reached home around 930 pm. It had been a long day. My very first remote workday in Pune.
Neetu was angry.
"Where were you the WHOLE day?" She burst out at me as I sat down to eat some dinner. "I called you several times, sent you text messages, but you only replied once."
"Darling." I tried to pacify her. "I was really busy."
"Hmmph!" Neetu made a face. "Some people would take five minutes out of their busy schedule to talk to their wife. But not you."
She was angry.
After dinner, I took a hot shower. When I got out, to my surprise, my wife, dressed in a pink and black lingerie, was already in bed, covers drawn.
"My love." I nudged her, as I got into bed beside her. "You are angry."
Neetu turned towards me, pouting.
"Tell me, my love." I leaned into her, attempting to kiss her. "What happened?"
To my surprise, my wife stopped me, and then reached out and grabbed my ear.
"Tell me, Gopal." She said, twisting my ear hard, and pulling me firmly by the ear towards her. "Even today ... a whole day has passed ... still you have not come out to Bhola."
"My love ... my darling." I tried to soothe my angry wife even as she painfully pinched my earlobes. "I was so busy ... all day ... I really didn't have the time."
"What about now?" My wife asked, as she held me by the ear. "You are here now. Bhola is in here room. Go on ... Gopal ... you promised."
"My love." I tried to make an excuse. "Please. I am so tired today. And it's late at night. Maybe tomorrow."
"Maybe. Hmmph." My wife finally let go of my stinging ear. "I am thinking, Gopal, you are not going to tell him. If I am going to continue this illicit affair by myself, I might as well leave tomorrow and go visit my mother."
"Err ... no ... no ... why?" I was perplexed. "Don't you ... aren't you ... enjoying yourself?"
My wife rolled her eyes.
"That is NOT the point!" She murmured. "I like what happened today ... but ..."
"So ... something DID happen today!" Suddenly I got excited and had a grin on my face. "Tell me, what happened!"
Neetu looked at me and shook her head angrily.
"You don't get it ... do you, Gopal?" She asked, exasperated. "Yes ... of course we fucked! What do you think will happen? The whole house was empty ... we were alone ... I was helpless ... Bhola took advantage completely! The moment we were alone he attacked me ... I was powerless ... he fucked me nonstop ... everywhere in the house ... multiple times! The bedroom ... the kitchen ... the bathroom ... even out on the balcony, on the terrace, under the open skies and the sun!"
"Oh, wow." I exclaimed, before I could help myself. "Even on the terrace!"
"I am this close to slapping you, Gopal." Neetu told me, narrowing her eyes. "A man fucks your wife on the terrace, and you get excited! You ... you promised to SHARE the experience this time! Instead, once more I am the cheating whore, being fucked by my servant, while my husband is the poor cuckold that doesn't know about his fornicating wife!"
"Look." I pleaded. "This is not easy for me. Just give me ... a few days ... please. I will come out to Bhola ... honest!"
"A few days!!!" Neetu suddenly got up from the bed.
"Yes, please, my love." I begged. "You think it's easy to just go an admit to someone that yes, I want him to fuck my wife?"
Neetu looked at me for a couple of minutes.
"I am giving you a few days. You better deliver." Neetu told me, standing up. "Even Bhola taunts me as a cheating whore, Gopal. I will not play the villain this time. I am a whore, yes, but I am not cheating. So ... either you confess to Bhola, or I will go to my mother's. And you can explain to YOUR parents why you are living alone in Pune."
"Where are you going now?" I asked my wife, as she headed for the door.
"Well ... since I am branded as a cheating whore ..." For the first time I saw a smile on Neetu's lips today. "I might as well be one."
"I ... I ..." I mumbled. "I thought we would get to ... you know ... enjoy a bit ourselves ... before ..."
"You are a cuckold, my love." Neetu laughed and repeated. "You get to enjoy being a cuckold. You can listen to us. And masturbate."
"Are you going to leave the door open again?" I asked, somewhat hopefully.
"Hmmm. Maybe." Neetu grinned. "And ... my love ... if you want to use ear plugs, I won't mind. I am going to be very loud. You are going to hear things. Things you will never hear when we are sleeping together. Things that may change your conception of what it means to be a cuckold."
Neetu left.
For some time, I didn't get up and go to the door to watch. I didn't have to. Soon the loud noises were carrying over to my room. Neetu wasn't kidding when she had said I should wear ear plugs.
CREAK! SQUEAK!
CREAK! SQUEAK!
The bed was rocking quite loudly, and sure enough there was Neetu's moans, and the sounds of the slapping of skin. Even after allegedly fucking her nonstop all day, Bhola hadn't had enough of Neetu. No doubt by now he had pinned down my helpless wife on the bed and was busy recklessly pounding into her. I took out my dick and started to stroke myself.
CREAK! SQUEAK!
CREAK! SQUEAK!
As Bhola's bed started to creak more and more, and I could hear the raw guttural sounds of sex waft through loud and clear.
"Oh Bhola!" My wife screamed. "Fuck me harder. Make this pussy yours."
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
There was a lot of slapping, and sure enough my wife was getting quite the beating. Bhola was going to town on Neetu, treating my high-class wife as if she was nothing. He was calling her names, slapping her, spanking her, and fucking her. I couldn't help myself and started to cum helplessly as I stroked my cock.
Bhola had no such limitation. The noises went on for nearly an hour. Occasionally they would stop completely as the two rested, but they would restart again before too long. Neetu must had had four orgasms by the time Bhola was ready to ejaculate.
"Memsaab." I heard Bhola grunt. "Put the condom on me. I need to cum."
"Yes, Bhola."
I then heard Bhola give a raucous roar as he once again inserted his cock inside my wife and stared to cum.
"Oh, Bhola." Neetu moaned. "Your big dick feels so good in me. I can't get enough of it. I can't stop cumming with you!"
For some time there was silence as the two caught their breath. Then I heard Bhola bark his order.
"Memsaab." He instructed my compliant wife. "Stand up and get me the cane."
Cane?
"Yes, Bhola." I heard the bed creek as my wife got up.
"Good. Now stand by the chair. And bend over there. As I have taught you."
"Yes, Bhola."
What was happening? What had he "taught" her?
SWISH!
It was the sound of the cane coming down through the air and hitting something. Probably my wife's buttocks.
SWISH!
Bhola was caning my wife!
I slowly got up as I heard Bhola cane her a few times more. This I had to see.
However, I was completely naked. Hastily I put on some clothes and tiptoed into the dark to stand outside Bhola's room. The door was open only a very slight crack, and I peered in.
Bhola, completely naked, was standing near the centre of the room, sweat dripping on his muscular body. My eager wife, also shamelessly naked, was on her knees on the ground in front him, enthusiastically taking his huge manhood into her mouth. Bhola was big, and Neetu was trying to cram every inch of his monster cock down her throat, and my lovely wife was gagging, coughing, and spluttering all over it.
Bhola however wasn't interested in ejaculating into her mouth. Even as she deep throated him, almost reaching his balls, he kept calling her randi and slut and giving her the occasional sharp slap to her cheeks.
Neetu's pretty face was covered in saliva by the time she was roughly pulled to her feet by Bhola.
"Come, gaandi aurat." He told her, grabbing her by the hair and hauling her up harshly. Bhola sat down on the edge of the bed, and Neetu slowly lowered herself back onto his dick. She started riding him, first taking him in a few inches, then a few more, then to the base. I took out my own dick from my pants and started to rub it again.
I could only see Neetu's back and ass, but her head was thrown back in pleasure as she rode. Every now and then Bhola would spank her ass cheeks hard.
SMACK!
SMACK!
I was so transfixed by the sight of this man spreading my wife's pussy with his giant cock that I almost came there. Only, by sheer force of will, I stopped myself from having another orgasm. The noise would have given me away.
After some time Bhola made my wife stand up and turn around. This time he made Neetu place her hands on the bed, bending down so she could take his cock again. Bhola spit lavishly on his cock, got behind her and started to fuck her from the back.
"Oh Bhola! Oh Bhola!" Neetu continued to moan. "Gently. Please!"
Bhola had a big grin on his face as he railed my wife. I realized he was actually drilling her ass hole, and not her cunt.
"You are my slut!" He whispered to my wife, who nodded happily.
"Oh yes, Bhola. I am your slut."
"I fuck you better than your husband." Bhola continued. He spanked her loudly on her buttocks.
SPANK!
"Oh, yes, Bhola." My wife murmured.
Bhola then sharply pulled Neetu back by the hair and let out a silent groan. He was cumming in her ass. Neetu had a pained look on her face as she took his cum inside her rectum. Finally, the couple detached, and I saw a lot cum falling down my wife's thighs.
It was time for me to go back to my room.
And wonder how I was ever going to get out of my promise to my wife that I would come out to Bhola as a cuckold.