"Yes, sahib. Whoever is her man," He replied cryptically. "He is lucky indeed."
* * *
It was 1 am and I just ended another office call. The North Americans were just preparing for lunch, and here I was getting prepared for something else. I clicked a small video on my laptop, and raised the speaker volume, so it sounded like was still on a call. Then I slowly opened the door to my home office room slightly and peered out.
It was dark in the hallway, but soon I saw the doors to both the master bedroom and Bhola's room opened. My office room was on the opposite side of the condo to those rooms, so I could see across the living room to those bedrooms. Neetu and Bhola both emerged out into the hallway.
I watched as Neetu jumped into Bhola's arms.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
They were kissing each other hungrily. A small pang of jealousy erupted in my stomach as I saw how passionately they kissed each other's lips and sucked on each other's tongues. Bhola's back was pressed against the wall outside his room, and I saw his hands wrap around my wife's back and go down towards her bum. Neetu was wearing the lingerie, which finished just over her buttocks, so he was squeezing and mauling her ass cheeks even as they kissed.
"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu murmured as she came up for air. "I can't wait for you to fuck me. All day today I missed you."
"Oh, memsaab." Bhola grinned, as he gently tweaked and squeezed my wife's breasts. "Your cuckold husband actually spoke to me. He wants me to do something special for you today."
"Yea." Neetu nodded. "Did he finally admit to you that he wants you to fuck me?"
"Um ... not that." Bhola laughed. "The cuckold wanted me to do something else!"
"Wait." Neetu was puzzled, even as Bhola continued to molest her. "What does he want you to do to me?"
She was so convinced I had outed myself to Bhola, I realized. She thought I had asked Bhola to fuck her!
"He wants me to give you a massage." Bhola said, as he continued to play with my wife's breasts.
"What?" Neetu was surprised, even as Bhola started to caress her ass again. "Why?"
"Because." Bhola kissed Neetu on the cheeks and continued, "He thinks you have been working too hard and needs a relaxing massage. And I told him how I am expert in giving housewives a massage. I used to give many-"
"Wait, wait." Neetu raised an eyebrow. "Am I not getting sex from you tonight then?"
"Oh, of course!" Bhola moved to reassure her. "Your husband just wanted me to give you a massage. And of course, memsaab, I will give you the sex."
"Hmm."
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
They kissed each other hungrily again, and then Bhola ushered my wife towards his room, patting her on the buttocks. He almost held her by the ass cheek as they entered his room.
I waited until they had both entered Bhola's room, and then slowly tiptoed towards his door. As instructed, he had left it slightly open.
"Why should I leave me door open, sahib?" Bhola had asked me this afternoon, when I suggested he should massage my wife, and massage her on his bed rather than the master bedroom.
"My wife is very picky about oil on the bedsheet in our room." I replied, lying. "So, I want her to relax, and that's why I want you to massage her in your bedroom. And the door should be open, so she feels relaxed and not shy."
And, I thought, I could peer in.
And now here we were.
"Wow, this is nice." I heard Neetu exclaim from inside the room. "Did you set this up?"
"The relaxing candles and the towels for your massage? Yes." Bhola laughed. "Now, memsaab, lie down on the bed on your tummy."
"Let me take my clothes off." Neetu said.
"Well, there is no need-" Bhola started to say, but my wife was already starting to disrobe. With no hint of shame or hesitation, Neetu quickly stripped in front of our servant Bhola. As Bhola watched, a smirk on his face, my wife, now fully nude, stepped up to walk towards him. Bhola stood up and grabbed my wife in a bear hug, his hands firmly on her butt cheeks, and they kissed again.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"The cuckold was worried about you being shy getting a massage from me." Bhola laughed. "If only your husband knew what else I do to you!"
Holding Neetu by the hips, and gently caressing her boobs and buttocks, Bhola guided her towards the bed, and made her lie down on the bed on her tummy.
"Oh, I am so wet already Bhola." Neetu told him, even as he started to press her back. "You could fuck me like a dog now."
"First, a massage." Bhola replied.
He was true to his word. For almost an hour, he massaged my wife, and massaged her well. I could see that Neetu was enjoying it thoroughly.
"Your hands are so good. Oh, you are sooooo good!" Neetu finally murmured. "Although ..."
"Although what?" Bhola leaned in and asked.
"The rest of your body is also great." Neetu grinned. "I would love to feel that too."
"Feel what?" It was now Bhola's turn to grin.
"Oh, come on Bhola. Fuck me!" Neetu pleaded. "I had the massage, now I want the sex!"
As Bhola leaned in to kiss my wife again, Neetu wrapped her arms around his neck.
I stepped back from the door, heading back towards my home office. It was now clear that massage time was over, and Bhola was going to fuck my wife now.
Soon the familiar sounds started to waft through to where I worked.
"Oh, yes!"
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
"Oh, YES!"
"Oh, YES!"
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
"Oh, YES! YES! YES!"
* * *
"Good morning sweetie." My wife greeted me with a smile and a kiss as I walked into the kitchen. "Or rather, I should say good afternoon. Did you manage to work last night?"
She had a slight grin as she said the last sentence.
"Er ... you mean, about you and Bhola ..." I began. "You guys were very noisy!"
"Oh, he has so much stamina!" Neetu gushed. "He fucked me ... for ... it must have been two hours straight! And that was after one hour of massaging me so thoroughly! I was so wet ... even when he began! I think only at 4 am or so ... I got my last load of cum! Do you want to guess where he finished?"
"Er ..."
Neetu laughed, turned around and pointed at her butt.
"No condoms there." She grinned.
"I am glad you enjoyed the ... massage ... honey." I told her.
"He is ruining me, honey." Neetu had an evil smile on her face. "Time for you to face that truth. The quicker you admit it to him, the better it is for all of us, dear. Do you know ... he actually asked me if I let you fuck me now."
"Really?"
"Yes ... I think he wants me to restrict it to hand jobs for you now." Neetu looked at me. "I told him ... even that ... will be too much reward for you."
"Darling ... I ..." I crocked. "We are both enjoying this ... and I ..."
"You still have not admitted anything to him, my love." Neetu's voice suddenly became sharp. "I don't want to wait. You KNOW you will soon HAVE to admit everything to him. I want you on your knees, begging him to allow you to have sex with me. His cock ... and your submission ... that will make me happy, babe."
Suddenly I knew Neetu was not joking any more.
"Do you really want this, my love?" I asked in a very small voice.
"Yes." Neetu was firm. "Bhola is my real man now. I love his dominance and the sense of ownership he has over me. My dear husband, you could never compare to him. I want to look back at you, as you stand in a corner of the room, ashamed, and watch me have sex with him, as you watch me bouncing and riding on his big dick ... I want to see you watching and jerking off. You will stand in the corner, like a shameless cuckold, and watch Bhola fuck me, and shoot me full of cum."
I didn't know what to say any more, so I just continued to stare at my feet in shame.
"He fucks me really well, babe." Neetu continued, as if attempting to explain why she wanted to change our marital terms. "He is so big and rough with me. I don't know how else to say it. I cum so many times before he ejaculates into my pussy."
"I know, my love. I will try ... I will talk to him."
Neetu sighed, and then decided to switch topics.
"Remember you and I are supposed to go this evening to the Docks." Neetu reminded me. "A romantic evening stroll by the seaside with my hubby, and dinner at a nice restaurant!"
Neetu leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on my lips, even as I wondered where those lips had been last night. Even as she turned and walked away, all I could think of was how good her ass looked, and how good it looked last night as she was bouncing off Bhola's cock.
Perhaps Neetu was right. It was time for me to come out to Bhola.
* * *
"Remember that night when I asked if you wanted the sedative?" Neetu asked me, as she sipped her drink.
We were dining at Maharani, a very expensive restaurant by the beach in Pune. We were in an exclusive booth, with complete privacy, and halfway done with our meal, and enjoying the drinks.
My thoughts went back to that New Year's night, three years ago, in Chennai.
"Yes." I nodded. "But I didn't take it. I remember you asking me about it, and Bhola suggesting it to you, but I never interfered with your ... er ... amorous activities."
Neetu laughed, and then nervously shook her head.
"I crushed one tablet." She admitted. "I had slipped it into your drink at dinner. I didn't know what was going to happen that night, and I wanted to protect you."
For some time, I said nothing and just looked at my wife.
"Oh, my love." I finally sighed. "Why didn't you tell me? You kept this to yourself, all these years ..."
"I didn't know how you would react." Neetu's eyes were defensive. "After all ... we were playing with fire already. And then ... I want to tell you more of what happened that night, my dear. You should know the full details."
I could see that Neetu wanted to unburden herself. She had been keeping the secret for a long time, close to three years, and it was a weight on her soul. As for me, I had sort of suspected that night I had been given some sort of sedative or a sleeping pill. I still remembered having a fog in my mind, and a huge headache, which took a lot of time to clear. Even as I had laid down on the bed, listening to Neetu's antics from the next room, a part of me just wanted to go back to sleep.
"Neetu." I took my wife's hands in my own and clasped hers tightly. I looked around - there was no one within listening distance - and continued, "My darling. Please feel free to be honest with me. After all, I am a cuckold, as you know. I won't judge you. I just want you to be happy."
"I slept with your cousin Manav." Neetu's words tumbled out. "He was the first man to fuck me that night. It was his birthday."
"I see." I said, keeping a straight poker face and not betraying the fact that I already knew about it. "Um ... how was he?"
"He ..." Neetu seemed to be at a loss at my lack of reaction. "This was Manav ... your cousin, Gopal. He ... he fucked me first ... I think ... in the missionary position. Then ... I remember ... he made me suck his cock. It was as if he was making me do all the things his wife wouldn't do for him ... using me to complete his fantasies."
"I knew Manav was having some issues with his wife." I remarked, my hands still holding Neetu's. "But I never thought he would be unfaithful to her ... with my wife!"
"He ... apparently ... he had a crush on me for a long time." Neetu once again tried to defend Manav. "And Bhola owed him some favours. He ... Manav ... he fucked me like a stallion that night, babe."
A stallion, I reflected on her choice of words. Manav - a man who behaved so respectfully when I was around, touching Neetu's feet out of reverence - fucked her repeatedly like a whore that night. Or, in her words, 'like a stallion'. I felt cheated and embarrassed and emasculated and betrayed and excited and aroused - all at the same time.
"How many times?" I asked her, clasping her hands firmly. "How many times, Neetu?"
"At least three times." Neetu made a face as she tried to remember. "I was with him for quite some time, my dear. He was constantly kissing me, rubbing my clit, and making out with me."
And one of those times he didn't use a condom, I remembered. Something you are still not telling me.
"I cannot believe my own cousin fucked my wife!" I uttered, finally giving Neetu the reaction she expected. "Alright, who else?"
"Do you remember Sabbir anna?" Neetu sighed, as she spat out his name.
"That village council guy ... that 65-year-old?" I asked, carefully keeping my voice neutral.
"Yes." Neetu nodded. "He scolded me, first, for being a shameless woman. Then he fucked me. And he fucked me in a very dirty manner, my dear husband. He made me do things ... things ... I wouldn't normally do. But ... I did it."
I softly stroked the underside of Neetu's palms, as I waited for her to continue.
"He made me lick his asshole." Neetu admitted. "He slapped me, quite a few times, telling me I was a batchalan aurat, and I needed to be punished. And then he ordered me rim him. And I ... I happily obeyed him ... darling. I kissed and licked the outer edge of his anus. And afterwards, he ... he fucked me until he came. Inside me ... without a condom."
For the first time my poker face fell.
"Without a condom?" I asked, shocked. It wasn't enough that my wife performed analingus on him, but she allowed him to ejaculate inside her?
"By that time, I knew I was pregnant from Bhola." Neetu confessed. "So ... that night ... I wasn't very careful. Some of the men used. Some didn't."
"I ... I ..." I kept my voice steady. "I always thought you only didn't use condom with Bhola. Not with others."
"I know, my love. I am sorry."
Neetu then detailed the rest of the night to me. Some of it, I knew, but others ... I didn't.
"I was used by almost thirty men that night." She acknowledged. "Bhola had initially told me it would be five or six ... but it was more like thirty. At least."
Thirty. Once again, my poker face cracked. I had no idea it was this high. That was pretty much most of the village men!
"First, it was mostly the village council ... pretty much all three of them." Neetu told me. "They came one by one and fucked me like Sabbir anna did. I was slapped, I was spanked, I was called names, and I was made to do all sorts of degrading stuff like kissing their feet, sucking their toes, and licking their penises and their assholes. In addition to being fucked of course. And all this time, I ... I happily went on with whatever I was asked to do. It was like ... something had taken hold of me. I was too much into the depravity."
"There are so old, Neetu!" I made a disgusted expression. "How ... can you ..."
"I don't know!" Neetu helplessly replied. "It's like ... with you given the sedative, something went on inside me that day. I was a total slut. I was up for anything. And they took full advantage ... the village elders."
"Village elders!" I spat out. "Elders, Neetu ... 60+ year olds! Those old fags ... they got to fuck my wife!"
For some time, I didn't say anything.
"Ok, tell me about the thirty men." I finally commented.
"I know ... and honestly, the rest of the men were a blur." Neetu confessed. "I think they were just some friends of Bhola's. Mostly young men. Some older. With lots of stamina and large phalluses. It was a gangbang. Very rough sex too! There were two or three guys in the room at all times. For almost two hours, I think ... yes ... two hours straight or maybe three ... the guys were at it. I had a cock in my mouth, or my cunt, or my ass ... sometimes all at the same time. They were so rough with me, slapping me, spanking me, caning me ... while using me as a cum dump. They were laughing and joking, even as they fucked me ... calling me a whore ... taking videos and pictures on their phones. I am so sorry!"
I took Neetu in my arms and hugged her. She was crying softly. It was clear that the night had been a burden on her for a long time. She didn't know how much I knew, and she kept it a secret for all of these three years, and it had been tearing her down. I gave her a kiss on each of her cheeks as she finally wiped away her tears and smiled at me.
"It is such a relief to confess to you, my love." Neetu's eyes shone with happiness. "That night ... while being a stain on my soul ... was also ... one of the most ... enjoyable nights ... for me. If that makes sense. And ... I am so happy ... I have a husband ... who understands this. Every wife has sex fantasies, but not every wife has a husband like you."
"Yes, my love."
SMOOCH!
Neetu leaned in and kissed me on my lips.
"You are hard." She commented, as her hand suddenly reached down under the table and rubbed my crotch.
"Er..." I gulped hard as I tried to keep my composure, even as she continued to stroke me over my pants. "I ... I ... I love you, Neetu. I love that you decided to come clean to me. It must have been overwhelming."
"Yes, it was." Neetu smiled. She rubbed my pulsating dick over my pants as she kissed me and continued, "I was the batchalan aurat that every man in the village got to fuck, and you get hard thinking about it. Now, my dear, since I have a husband like you, I think I no longer deserve to be the batchalan aurat anymore ... what do you think?"
I looked at her, grinning a beautiful grin. She was clearing hinting at her earlier request, or rather command, for me to come out to our servant at home.
It was time for me to ask the important question.
"Do you still want me to come out to Bhola, my dear?" I asked my wife. "After all, he had no hesitation in pimping you out to his low-class friends. He turned you, a high-class respectable wife, into a local village hooker ... to be fucked by anyone ... willy nilly. I can understand him fucking you ... or even his brother ... or a close friend. But ... anyone? I am just happy you didn't catch a disease! After all this ... do you still want me to come out to Bhola?"
Neetu softly stroked the underside of my palm. She had a slight smirk on her face.
"Oh, my dear cuckold husband." She replied. "You should get it by now. I am not just your wife. I am a slut ... and I am Bhola's slut. I will do whatever ... and I mean whatever ... he asks me to do. It doesn't matter what he did to me that night."
"Really?"
"Yes. I can't get enough of him, my love. I want to devour him. He can do whatever he wants with me." Neetu admitted. "He could tell me to walk naked down the street right now ... and I would."
"Really?" I was shocked.
"Yes." Neetu nodded. She then leaned in and kissed me hard.
SMOOCH!
"As a matter of fact," Neetu grinned an evil grin again, "Do you know what these lips ... that you just kissed with yours ... have been doing for the last couple of days?"
She continued to tease me, testing the cuckold angst that burned inside me hard.
"What?" I finally asked.
"For the last 3 days, in the morning when you were asleep after a night of work, I woke my lover up with a special long smooch on his rectum." She answered. "Yes ... your respected wife ... your Mrs ... I am that slut that goes to her servant's room, rolls up his lungi, and licks this servant's buttocks and rectum to wake him up, nice and slow. My lips meet his sweaty gaand ka chhed."
Neetu laughed and licked her lips as if recounting how delirious it had been and then smooched me again as she rubbed my dick, which was almost on the verge of ejaculating right in my pants.