"There, there... I don't want my little cucky to wet his pants now..." My wife teased, "I think that's enough for now, since I don't want my dear husband to walk out of the booth with his pants strained in the front."
"Oh, come on now, Neetu!" I was on another level right now. I needed to know what other treacherous acts my adulterous housewife had been up to behind my back.
"Please." I begged and pleaded. "Tell me, please."
"You really want to hear more?" Neetu continued to tease me, even as she rubbed my dick, smiling her evil adulterous smile. "Then I want something in return..."
"What?" I asked intently. As she remained silent, I pleaded again, "Anything you want my love..."
"Well, since I have been in the nude so much, thanks to our lovely manservant, I feel the need to wear something, something heavy on my neck." Neetu rubbed my pants as she continued, "I forgot to pack my mangalsutra and left it back in Canada, and Bhola really loves it when I wear some form of jewelry on my neck. Would you buy me this golden mangalsutra with some green emeralds on them? I saw one online the other day. It's available at Rakhee's - the jewellery store down the street from our place. You know, it's been a while since I had jewelry as a gift. The last one was when I gave birth to our son. Would you give it to me? I think Bhola would love it!"
For Bhola, I thought. Really? She really wanted to please this man, making him remember that he has been fucking this married whore, married to his own employer!
"Yes." I acceded. "Now, tell me, please..."
I couldn't hold on any longer.
SMOOCH!
"Well, me dear cucky, you deserve to hear it then." Neetu kissed me on my cheeks and then continued, "Once he is up, Bhola then strips me naked. Fully ... utterly naked. He then drags me by the hair and takes me to his bathroom. You know the servant's bathroom has the Indian style toilet on the floor. I then sit on the floor near the toilet, even as Bhola urinates on my face. Yes, he urinates. On. My. Face."
My jaw must have dropped, as Neetu gently continued to stroke my hardon. I looked at her, and her face, and her soft delicate rosy cheeks. The same cheeks I kiss daily. The same cheeks which Bhola slaps so callously. And the same face on which he urinates every morning.
"I then remain kneeling at his feet, as he slaps me a few times. Quite a few times ... painfully." Neetu continued. "This is my punishment for being a slut and a whore wife. A batchalan aurat. Once he is done slapping me, I open my mouth and take Bhola's cock inside my lips. After I suck him to full hardness, I get up and we both go into the shower. There he takes me from behind and fucks me until he ejaculates inside my asshole. We then finish our shower together. This is every day in the morning for the last few days, my dear. Your wife is your servant's sex toy."
It was all too overwhelming, and I tried hard, but I couldn't control myself. My wife rubbing my crotch while recounting her debaucherous activities with her servant that she had engaged in while being married to me ... it was all too much. As my wife watched with a smile on her face, my penis began to throb.
"Oh dear." I blurted, as my pants became stained with the cum that now gushed out of my dick.
"Here, my dear cuckold." Neetu handed me a napkin she saw on the table to clean up. She continued to smile beautifully at me, looking at me like the real cuck that I was.
"Your wife is your servant's sex toy. You have to accept it and acknowledge it." Neetu finally stated, when I had managed to clean up a little. "After all, I have accepted it. This is why I want you to come out to him, so that everything is out in the open. So ... he can do whatever he wants with me, without having to tiptoe around you."
For some time, I remained quiet.
"I ... I don't know how to do it." I finally confessed.
Once again there was silence for a bit before Neetu smiled.
"I had a feeling you would say that. I knew you were not man enough to do it." She replied. "Don't worry, Gopal. I am sure you will be coming out to him soon. One way or the other. After all, this is the truth. My husband is a cuckold."
* * *
It was Saturday morning. Or rather, Saturday afternoon. The clock had just struck noon. I had woken up about an hour ago. Last night had been busy at work, and there was a server crash (always on a Friday), and I had to deal with it. The problem still wasn't fixed completely, but I had worked late, fallen asleep, and now gotten up late. I had showered, and now finished my breakfast. My wife sat across me on the table and was scrolling through her phone.
"How are the kids?" I asked.
"They are good." She smiled. "You parents sent some pictures. I was just replying to their messages."
Neetu then got up to get my tea. She was wearing a black translucent satin lingerie, which hardly left anything to the imagination. Neetu fetched the kettle and poured out my tea in a cup.
"Here you go, dear." She said, bending down to serve my tea. I could not help but cast an eye at her bouncing bosom. Neetu saw what I was looking at and smiled.
"Like what you see?" She grinned, and then shook her torso, making her boobs jiggle even more.
"Oh, dear." I laughed. "Which man wouldn't?"
Neetu then smiled, and turned her head to look towards the veranda, where Bhola was mopping the floor of the huge terrace.
The implication was clear. Then Neetu turned back to look at me.
"Where is my gift, my love?" She asked.
"Oh, the mangalsutra?" I told her. "I did go to Rakhee's and ordered it. They said it should be here today."
"Can you pick it up this afternoon?" Neetu requested.
"Sure." I told her. "In fact, I will go after my tea and pick it up."
"OK. Enjoy your tea, my love." She smiled. "And remember, today is Saturday. It's been a week since we came here, and I expected you to come out as a cuckold to Bhola on your own by now."
"Er ... look, my dear. It ..."
"Sssh!" Neetu held up her hand. "Finish your tea."
After I finished my tea, I got ready to go and pick up the mangalsutra. As I headed out on the rickshaw, I checked my work messages on my phone. To my despair, the server had crashed again. Which meant I had to work this beautiful Saturday afternoon. Yes, it was good overtime pay, but I wanted to take Neetu out somewhere.
Instead, after I returned home from the jewellery store, with the mangalsutra wrapped nicely in a gift box, I shut myself in my office room and for the next one and half hours, was busy tackling the issue. Around two thirty in the afternoon I finally shut my laptop and stretched.
I better get something to drink, I thought, as I stood up. I then realized I had shut the door to my office. It had been shut this whole time.
Is Neetu and Gopal up to something, I wondered. Slowly, without making any noise, I opened the door.
They were in the terrace. As I said, our condo apartment that I had rented was the penthouse. There was a nice veranda, a big one, overlooking the city. Even though our unit had a built in drier and washing machine, Neetu sometimes used the clothesline on the terrace to hang clothes.
The terrace also had a bed, made out of bamboo and jute cane, with a mattress on it, located right outside the kitchen. It was there to sit in and take in some sun, but as Neetu had told me, she and Bhola had made love even on that bed, out on the terrace.
It was on that bed that Neetu and Bhola were now sitting and talking. I was in the kitchen, and I could overhear them.
"... it's different this time, memsaab." Bhola was saying to my wife. As I listened, it was clear they were discussing sex. My wife was still wearing that sexy lingerie.
"How so, Bhola?" Neetu asked.
Bhola leaned in and planted a wet one on my wife's lips.
SMOOCH!
"I ... you ... you are different this time, memsaab." Bhola confessed, once they stopped making out. "It is not like last time when we were in the village."
"How so?" Neetu gently stroked her lover's arm as they talked and kissed, snuggled in each others' arms.
"I ... last time ... you were a proper slut." Bhola stated. "You were my sex toy, available whenever I wanted. I fucked the shit out of you every day."
"Well," Neetu giggled. "So did Bunty - your brother, Bhola. As well as the village elders like Sabbir anna. And my husband's cousin. And your thirty friends. ALL of them fucked the shit out of me."
"Except your cuckold husband." Bhola said and burst out laughing. To my chagrin, my wife Neetu joined in the laughter.
"Actually, I never intended to cheat on my husband, ever." Neetu admitted, once they stopped laughing. "But now, I am comfortable doing it. I have come to terms with my bodily needs. I enjoy it. You make me feel amazing, Bhola. As soon as your cock enters me, my guilt leaves."
SMOOCH!
They kissed again. It was a long, passionate, steamy kiss.
"Well, Bhola." Neetu looked into our servant's eyes as she brushed his lips with hers. "You are still 'fucking the shit out of me' this time, aren't you? I am still your slut."
"Yes, memsaab." Bhola acknowledged. His left hand went towards my wife's chest. Through her lingerie, he gently squeezed her right boob. "But we both know ... this time it is all happening as per your desires. You are truly the one in charge."
"Bhola." Neetu giggled. "This morning you made me suck your toes before licking your gaand and peechwade. Then you made me kneel in front of you, and then slapped me continuously until my cheeks were crimson red, and then fucked me in my butthole and emptied your cum there. And you say I am the one in charge. You slap me whenever you want!"
"Still, memsaab. You are the one in charge." Bhola reiterated, and then leaned in again.
SMOOCH!
I watched as my wife and my servant kissed and made out for almost full minutes. His hands were on her boobs, squeezing and pinching even as they swapped saliva.
"Oh, Bhola." Neetu panted, when they finally came up for air. "Take me."
Were they going to have sex right now, again, on the terrace?
"Memsaab," Bhola patiently explained, even as my wife looked at him hungrily. "In the village, three years ago, you did whatever I asked you to. The word 'no' was not in your vocabulary. But here, now, it's different."
"How, Bhola?"
"Here, you tell me 'no', and that's it. I slap you, yes, but only because you let me. Here, I fuck you however I want ... but again, only because you want it that way. And still ... you say no ... when ... you know."
"Bhola." My wife sweetly leaned in and kissed her lover's cheeks. "Is this because I don't let you cum inside me? I DO let you cum inside my butt."
"But not in your choot, memsaab."
SMOOCH!
"Bhola. Bhola." My wife kissed him again. "As I said, I don't want to be pregnant. Again."
"Again?" Bhola raised an eyebrow, and then gave a soft laugh. "I ... I always suspected ... memsaab ..."
There was some silence as Bhola digested the news.
"Every time you fucked me without condoms, Bhola," Neetu continued, her eyes and lips now showing signs of her becoming more and more horny. "I became pregnant. The first time ... so many years ago ... and then in the village ..."
"So ... your kids ..." Bhola now had a big grin on his face. "I always KNEW it, memsaab. Those kids ... your kids ... are really my kids. Sahib, that cuckold, as I always thought, is not the father. I am."
"No." The steel came back in my wife's voice. "Gopal is their father. He is a cuckold, yes, but he IS my kids' father. Even if the sperm came from you!"
Bhola looked at my wife for an instant, as if thinking of what to say. Then he again leaned in, and they kissed.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
It was a long kiss, and Neetu involuntarily lay back on the mattress.
"Memsaab." Bhola asked, as he slowly started to finger my hot wife's cunt. "Why didn't you tell me? All this time ... that those kids ... were fathered by me."
"It's irrelevant," Neetu cruelly replied. "You are a sperm donor. Gopal is their father. I don't want you to get any wrong ideas, Bhola."
"Am I just a toy to you ... and your husband?" Bhola finally asked, even as he continued to finger my wife. "Were you just using me to get pregnant, memsaab?"
"If that were so ... Oh Bhola!" My wife gushed. "Why would I stop you from ... oh ... my .... from ... why would I force you to use a condom now? I love you, Bhola. I love being with you."
"Why don't I give you another kid? For your cuckold husband to be a father to?"
"Oh, Bhola." It was clear now that my wife was fighting another orgasm. "Please. Why don't you go get a condom?"
"From where, memsaab?" Bhola continued his assault on my wife's nether regions. "I think I am out of condoms."
He is lying, I knew.
"There ... might be ... some." Neetu panted. "I think ... my husband ... has some ... in his office."
For a moment, no one spoke. No one even moved. Bhola's hand was frozen in between my wife's legs. Even I was stunned.
She is asking him ... to confront me, I realized. This is it. Seeing how I was never going to admit to Bhola, she was making him come to me.
"Are ... you ... sure?" Bhola finally asked, resuming the fingering.
"Oh ... Bhola ... yes." Neetu panted. "Ask your sahib to give you one. Borrow one from him."
"And he will give me a condom. To go fuck his wife!" Bhola laughed. "You are crazy."
"It's either that or I am leaving." Suddenly Neetu's voice was very clear. She suddenly closed her legs, and caught and removed Bhola's hands from there, and sat up.
"Memsaab." Bhola's voice had panic in it. "What will he say!"
"Are you scared?" Neetu taunted her lover. "Are you not the man who treats me like a slut? Why are you now scared of my cuckold husband?"
"I am not scared." Bhola replied, clearly not knowing what to do. "I never ... confronted a man ... like this before. I usually just fuck their wives behind their back."
"Now you will do it in front of him."
"If you say so, memsaab."
"And ask him also to bring my gift. The gift that I asked him."
"A gift?"
At that moment, I knew I shouldn't be in the kitchen. I could have walked out, right now. Instead, I did what a coward would do. I went back quietly to my office and waited.
I could hear Bhola and Neetu still arguing. No doubt Bhola thought it was crazy. He had a good thing going - fucking my wife behind my back. Why ruin it? But in the end, Neetu won out. The lady - who has the pussy - always wins. I now waited for the inevitable.
Almost five minutes later, there was a sharp knock on the door.
"Sahib." It was Bhola, and his voice was shaking slightly. "Can I come in?"
"Yes, Bhola."
We both looked at each other, both of us unsure of what was going to happen.
It was then that Bhola took the plunge.
"Sahib, can you give me a condom please?" He stated, his voice suddenly steady. "Memsaab said it should be in your top drawer in the worktable."
"Oh." Almost wordlessly I reached for the drawer. "Memsaab said?"
"Yes." Bhola waited until I took a condom out and gave it to him. "She said I need to use one. She is not letting me cum inside her without a condom."
His eyes bore into mine, his gaze steady, as he waited for my reaction.
"Ah, I see." My own voice, and my own hands, were shaking. "I guess ... it's a good thing ... there's always the risk ... of pregnancy ... you know."
Bhola looked at me. A mix of emotions - scorn, pity, disgust - passed through his face.
"Memsaab also said you have a gift for her."
"Er ... yes."
Bhola snapped his fingers.
"I am going to fuck your wife on the terrace, sahib." He said, his voice stronger now. "Do you want to come and watch, cuckold?"
There it was. Everything was now tumbling out in the open.
"I ... guess."
"Come after five minutes." Bhola ordered. "Watch quietly and don't make any noise. And bring the gift memsaab had asked you to bring."
"Er ... yes, Bhola."
Bhola looked at the condom I had given him, shook it, and laughed.
"You can stand in one corner and watch as a real man breeds your wife." He told me scornfully. "And no, I don't think I will need this condom, to tell you the truth. Your wife will be taking my cum in her tight married pussy. As she did so many times before."
And so ... saying this, he just left.
I stood there for a moment, my jaw at my knees, agape and astonished at what had just transpired.
Gathering myself up, I stood up. I had to see this. Exactly five minutes later, with the box containing the mangalsutra in my hand, I stepped out on the terrace.
* * *
"Your wife ... Neetu memsaab ... is a great whore." Bhola crowed as he continued to fuck my wife. "You should have ... kept her more satisfied in bed, sahib. Now she is a slut. My slut."
We were on the terrace. The sun shone down brightly on us.
I watched as Neetu lay naked - fully naked - on her back across the width of the bed in one corner of the terrace, her legs spread wide, her gorgeous, swollen breasts thrust out. Between her legs was Bhola, also fully naked, his buttocks moving up and down like a piston, as he drove his magnificent cock deep in and out of my wife. His long shaft was wet with my wife's juices. Every time he squeezed his cock deep into my wife's cunt, Neetu moaned loudly.
Bhola had a triumphant, gloating, grin on his face as he kept on fucking my wife. The fact that I was there, watching them, did not make him miss a beat at all. He was enjoying making rabid and passionate love to my wife in front of me. Neetu, for her part, also seemed to relish having me there, the hapless, helpless, cuckold husband of hers.
I looked at Neetu again. She was moaning. She could see me watching her face, and it was almost as if she didn't care. The feeling of Bhola's giant cock must have been unbearable.
"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu screamed with pleasure as she tightened around his cock for the fourth time, coming hard over his shaft.
"Neetu." I sighed. Now that everything was out in the open, I felt shocked. Embarrassed. Humiliated. Neetu grunted and cast a look at me that was full of pity.
"I am sorry, honey." She mumbled, as Bhola pushed himself even deeper into her. "But I ... I love him, babe. I love him so much."
Suddenly Bhola looked at my crotch.
"You are hard, sahib." He stated it as a fact.
"I ... I ..." I blushed and tried to cover myself up. I heard Bhola laugh loudly.
"You like watching your wife fuck the servant. I don't blame you - she's a great randi. A total cock slut!" Bhola said. A knowing look suddenly passed over his face. "Sahib! You had known all the time!"
"I-er..." I stammered. Each of my secrets were now stumbling out one by one.
"Gopal." Suddenly my wife spoke. "Did you bring my gift?"
"Er ... yes."
Neetu said something to Bhola, and he withdrew from her and sat beside her on the mattress. My wife also sat up. Here I was, standing, watching these two shameless naked people sitting in the bed on the terrace under the open skies in Pune after just engaging in coitus.
"Where's the gift?" Neetu asked again.
I quickly gave her the box she had asked for, containing the mangalsutra. Almost like a young girl excited for a long-awaited Christmas present, Neetu took the box from my hands and unwrapped it right then and there.