It was a beautiful choice, I had to admit. The mangalsutra was an exquisite necklace was an, adorned with shimmering green emeralds, radiating a timeless elegance, symbolizing love and marital bliss in Indian Hindu tradition. Usually married Hindu women wore such a necklace, and as the sun reflected on each emerald, I was reminded that this jewel was a verdant symbol of prosperity and harmony, and the necklace is supposed to represent everlasting love and grace between the lady and her man.
"Isn't this beautiful, my love?" Neetu turned to Bhola and asked him. "You wanted to give me something like this, didn't you?"
Bhola could only manage to nod. Neetu suddenly handed him the necklace.
"Here, jaan." She said. "Please put it on me, Bhola."
With trembling hands, Bhola put the necklace on my wife's neck and tied it behind her.
As I took in the sight of my wife and her mesmerising beauty, adorned with the new mangalsutra that her lover had put on her, Neetu blew a kiss at Bhola.
"Now do you feel like you are going to fuck a married woman, Bhola?" She chuckled. "Or do I still feel like a batchalan aurat to you?"
"Memsaab." Bhola took in a deep breath and let out a small laugh. "You will always be my batchalan aurat ... my slut. Except now ... I know ... that your husband is not just some pathetic man who doesn't know. He knows... that he is a cuckold."
"Of course." Neetu then turned to me. "My dear husband, this is your cue. Tell your servant to fuck your wife."
"Er ... I ..." Some how the words were not coming to me. I remained mute, looking at the gaze.
"Gopal!" My wife's voice was stern. "Do it!"
"Er Bhola ..." I turned to our servant. "Fuck ... my ... wife."
"Say please." Neetu scolded me. "After all, you are getting a front row seat. Bhola is going to do in front of you that he has done behind your back all this time."
As Bhola cruelly laughed, I found the strength to do as my wife commanded.
"Bhola ... please." I pleaded. "Please fuck my wife. In front of me."
"Sit down, sahib." Bhola suddenly took a commanding tone and nodded towards a chair opposite the bed. "Sit down and watch how a real man fucks your slut wife."
With that, he started pumping my wife again. Dejected, I sat down on the chair he indicated.
Yes, we were on the terrace, but ours was the tallest building nearby. Unless someone was watching us with a binocular from the high rises far away, I doubt anyone could see the two of them having sex, even though we were out on the veranda, in the late afternoon, under open skies.
"Maybe you will actually learn something, sahib." Bhola taunted me as he railed my wife's pussy harder. Neetu gasped as his penis surged deeper into her cunt. Her hips jerked up at his and her body arched steeply under his. Her head arched back, and her fingers clawed at his sprawling shoulders.
"Such a nice and juicy cunt, memsaab has!" Grinning at me, Bhola once again lifted his hips, and his eyes staring at my face, his buttocks flexing taut, thrusting once more, deep, and hard, into my wife's snatch.
"OH BHOLA!" Neetu cried out sharply, arching even more steeply, shuddering, her fingers clenching his bulging biceps. Bhola was moving faster now, plunging steeply in and out of her cunt. My wife's body jerked and rocked under his thrusts, her breasts bouncing wildly.
I noticed that Neetu was building up to yet another orgasm. She suddenly started to cum without any warning, her body writhing and wriggling. She gritted her teeth as her pussy somehow found even more juices to coat Bhola's cock with.
"Tell him you love my cock." Bhola continued fucking her through her orgasm. "Tell him you love my cock, randi."
"Oh Bhola." Neetu moaned, and then looked at me. "I am so sorry, Gopal. I truly am. I love his cock. I just love it. I cannot go back to a life where I don't have this. Please understand. I want to be with him. ALL THE TIME!"
Was she leaving me?
"I love having his cock, dear." Neetu repeated. She moaned as he plunged into her, her little body quivering under his big toned one. "You love watching it too, don't you, my dear husband?"
Neetu seemed to be waiting for an answer from me as to the defilement that was now happening in front of me. However, I could only gaze in astonishment as Bhola's massive shining cock moved in and out of my wife's eager pussy. His balls slammed repeatedly into her little cunt.
"Well, now that you have a front row seat, how does it feel, my love?" Seeing no answer from me, Neetu continued to mock me. "Why don't you come here, jaanu. I know you are getting hard seeing your wife getting pummeled by your servant. Come here and show me your little cock."
Almost in a trance, I walked closer to the amorous couple. Despite getting the banging of her life, Neetu had enough strength and control to unbuckle my pants and pull down my underwear, revealing my raging hardon.
"This is why your memsaab has to run off to her servant's bedroom every night to take care of her needs, Bhola." Neetu mocked me, holding my willy with one hand while getting plundered by Bhola's massive schlong. "Do you know Bhola ... your sahib actually loves playing with his little peepee when you take me to heaven with your massive lund ... tell him dear... You said, you would come clean!"
My wife now held me, her husband, by my balls, even as Bhola fucked her under the open skies with his big dick, right in front of me.
"Yes, dear." I said, simply letting go of my pride. "Yes Bhola ... I love it when you take care of my wife's needs like that."
"Specify what needs dear," Neetu cooed.
"When you fuck her pussy with your big cock, Bhola."
"What else?" Neetu again teased me by stroking my cock twice and stopping.
"When you fuck her ass like the way she deserves it."
Neetu smiled at my remarks as she gripped my balls hard. I could sense she was nearing her orgasm, but then she said, "What else, dear?"
I took one deep breath and continued, "The way you manhandle her, slap her like the whore she is, cane her and then punish her for being the slut that she is."
My words had that affect. Bhola picked up even more speed somehow. It was like he was trying to destroy my wife's body, well, he had already succeeded in doing that. Neetu let go of my genitals as she started to tremble yet again. By now, I had lost count how many times my wife was having an orgasm.
"Memsaab. I am going to cum." Bhola declared confidently. "Do we need the condom?"
Neetu looked at me.
Please, I mouthed silently. Neetu continued to look at me, and then grinned.
"Bhola, you put a mangalsutra on me. In front of my husband. What does that make me?"
Bhola looked at her. A knowing smile appeared on his lips as he understood her context.
"Memsaab. You are not the cheating slut I thought you were." He commented. "You are the perfect hotwife, who is doing everything with her pathetic cuckold husband's approval."
"So ... not just any batchalan aurat anymore?"
"No, memsaab. You will still be a randi. My randi. Now tell me randi ... do I need the condom?"
"No, Bhola." Neetu replied. "You don't need a condom anymore. After all, I am your woman. You put the mangalsutra on me."
"My love ... I ..." I croaked. "It's merely days after your period, and you are ..."
"Gopal." Neetu looked at me angrily. "Cuckold. Do we need a condom?"
Her voice was firm, commanding. Bhola glanced at me, his look full of scorn.
"Er ... no, my love." I sat back, dejected. "As you wish, my love."
"Ask Bhola to cum in me." Neetu ordered. "Now, cuckold!"
"Er ... yes." I turned to Bhola. "Bhola. Please cum inside my wife."
"I will make your wife pregnant, sahib." Bhola taunted me. "Again."
"Er ... yes, Bhola." I continued dejectedly. "Make my wife pregnant please, Bhola."
"Oh, memsaab!" Bhola grunted.
The feeling of my wife's pussy pulsing around his cock was too much for him and I saw him slam himself deep inside Neetu.
"I am cumming, slut." Bhola groaned, as he unleashed a large jet off cum into my wife's unprotected womb, making Neetu squeal with absolutely bliss. His cum must have been hot and filled her up. He pumped Neetu a few more times, making the cum spread through my wife's pussy before pulling out and pushing her legs down.
Unbelievably he still had more cum left inside him.
Bhola positioned himself over my wife's stomach, one knee on the bed, one of the floor, as he let out another three or four jets of baby making juice. The first couple landed over Neetu's big tits. The last two hit her square in the face with a splat, mixing with Neetu's own saliva as it ran down over her lips.
"Oh Bhola!" Neetu was delirious, as she ran her hands over her boobs and licked off the cum on her lips. "Your cum ... you taste as good ... as your cock feels inside me. Oh my love! You are amazing!"
Bhola grinned.
"You are amazing too, memsaab."
"No Bhola, you are." Neetu gushed. "You are so thick. So hard. And your balls... so big. And your cum ... so much cum!"
Neetu wasn't even trying to humiliate me. She was just being so matter of fact. Her face was glowing, and she had a big smile on her lips.
"Sahib." Bhola suddenly turned towards me, his voice full of authority. "Please leave. We need some privacy. Go to your office room and wait there. I will be there shortly."
He was asking for privacy even as he fucked my wife openly on the terrace under the Pune skies. And here he was, now ordering me about. There was only one thing I could say.
"Yes, Bhola. As you say, Bhola."
As I left, I heard the two start to talk. One phrase flew in the air and caught my attention.
"This is how it will be from now on." Bhola was saying. "I want the cuckold ..."
I left before I could hear more.
* * *
Thirty minutes later Bhola walked into my home office room. He was completely naked, his large penis hanging limply, as he entered. I was seated at my work desk, my laptop opened in front of me. There was a bed in the room, and a sofa to one side. Bhola walked and sat down on the sofa, spreading his legs. I looked at him warily.
"What do you want, Bhola? Why don't you go put on some clothes!" I asked. "And where is Neetu?"
"She is coming here, sahib." Bhola replied cockily, not making any move to get up at all. "I am going to show you just how much of a slut your wife is, sahib."
I looked at him, a little bit scared.
"You just had sex with ... and then came inside my wife." I complained. "Now ... again ... right in front of me ... you say you are going to show me what a slut my wife is? Are you going to ... make love ... to her again?"
"Yes, sahib." Bhola gave me a smug look. "You are a cuckold, sahib. That's what your life will now look like! And it's not sex ... or making love. Please! It's fucking. FUCKING! I fuck your wife. I don't make love to her, nor do I love her. I just fuck her. And yes, I will be fucking memsaab ALL the time. And you ... you are nothing but a pathetic cuckold, sahib. You should accept this."
Neetu walked into the room, avoiding my gaze. She also was fully naked, not bothering to even put on a dupatta as she walked from the terrace back into the apartment, her gelatinous buttocks swinging wildly as she stepped into the room.
"Isn't this better, my jaanu?" Neetu told me as she came into my presence. "You now have a front row seat... No longer do you need to secretly peek through the open door, ever since the first time Bhola took me. Gone is all the pretense and performing like a married couple as we had been doing so long."
"Memsaab." Bhola pointed at my wife and snapped his fingers. "Kneel. Here. Now."
"Yes, Bhola."
"And my cock. Take it in your mouth."
"Yes, Bhola."
I watched as my beautiful wife Neetu knelt in front of the sofa where our servant was seated, and dutifully went down on Bhola, sucking on his dick like it was a precious lollypop. Bhola kept a firm hand on her hair, guiding her as he fucked her mouth with his giant cock. Amazing ... despite just having cum in my wife half an hour ago, he was already hard.
"Watch her suck my cock, sahib." Bhola boasted. "That's what your wife - and the mother of your kids - is. A slut. A very good cock sucking slut."
There was a slight snigger in his voice as Bhola said "your" kids. He knew, and he knew I knew.
Neetu continued to take our servant's long penis in her mouth, trying to get as much of it as possible in her throat. Bhola remained seated calmly, looking at me smugly as if nothing was happening. He moved his eyes slightly lower to glance towards my crotch and grinned again. I turned bright red with embarrassment - it was clear that my cock was now rock hard seeing my wife sucking our servant's cock right there in front of me.
"Sahib, come here." Bhola suddenly snapped his fingers authoritatively. "Sit here beside your cock sucking slut of a wife."
Even as my mind tried to resist his order, I found myself getting up, walking towards the two of them, and kneeling down beside a naked Neetu, even as she had Bhola's cock in her mouth.
"Kiss your randi wife's right cheek." Bhola ordered.
I turned to look at my wife. Her eyes were closed, and she was still sucking his cock. I leaned in and pressed my lips against her right cheek.
"Do you feel my cock, sahib?" Bhola boasted, as he continued to fuck my wife's mouth.
I recoiled back in horror. Yes, as I kissed Neetu's cheek, I could feel Bhola's dick press against her cheek from the inside of her mouth. He was rock hard.
Suddenly Bhola withdrew his cock from my wife's lips. There was a sharp sound as his penis, dripping with my wife's saliva, slid out of her mouth.
"Bhola?" Neetu looked at him quizzically. "What happened?"
"You don't question me, slut." Bhola replied to her, and then raised his hand.
SLAP!
SLAP!
As I knelt there, beside my wife, I watched in silence as my servant slapped my wife with impunity.
"Your wife is a slut." Bhola told me. "And sluts need to be kept in line. Do you understand, sahib?"
"Er ... yes, Bhola."
"And I like to keep my sluts in line by slapping them. Do you understand, sahib, that I will be slapping memsaab whenever I want, caning her, or spanking her, if she displeases me? For you ... she is your wife ... but to me ... memsaab is just one more slut I get to fuck. And slap."
"Er ... yes, Bhola."
"Good. Now, slut," Bhola turned his attention back to my wife. "Show me your right cheek again, randi."
Even though she had just been slapped a few times, my wife obediently presented her right cheek to my servant as instructed.
SLAP!
SLAP!
"Good. Now, memsaab." Bhola ordered, after slapping her a couple more times. "Kiss the tip of my dick."
"Yes, Bhola."
Obediently my wife kissed and licked the head of Bhola's large cock.
"Now kiss your cuckold husband on his lips." Bhola commanded.
"Yes, Bhola."
Perfunctorily Neetu then turned and kissed me on the lips. As we smooched, I realized that these lips had just seconds ago been on another man's dick. Bhola then adjusted himself, so he was now even more laid back on the sofa. I could see that he had raised his hips slightly, and I could see the beginning of his anus.
"Memsaab." Bhola grabbed my wife's hair and pulled it firmly. "You know what to do?"
"Yes, Bhola."
"Good."
SLAP!
SLAP!
Once more he quickly slapped her a couple of times, before letting go of her hair.
Neetu looked me in the eyes as she once again began to kiss his hard cock. Then she started to lick his balls, and then her lips wandered over to his anus. His balls rested on her nose and his huge cock on her forehead, as my wife's tongue went into my servant's asshole. Bhola relaxed even more and raised his hips more, as more of his buttocks came into view.
His cock is so much bigger than mine, I realized, as I was looking at him in close proximity. Anyone who says size does not matter ... well, glancing at my wife, I knew it was a lie. Those beautiful lips of hers that I passionately kissed ... they were now sliding over our servant's butt crack.
"My favourite part, sahib," Bhola suddenly spoke, as Neetu went back to kissing his penis, "Of fucking a married woman, is when she admits I am bigger than her husband. In your case, sahib, I don't think there was any contest, was there?"
"Er ... no, Bhola." I had to admit. "You are much larger than me in size."
It was obvious how large he was, even as my wife's lips wrapped around his manhood. To be honest, Neetu's lips never looked sexier. Not even on our marital night when she had kissed me for the first time after taking our vows. They way they looked so good sucking on Bhola's cock - it was as if this was how Neetu's lips were meant to be.
"Memsaab, stop." Bhola suddenly ordered my wife. Obediently Neetu stopped and looked up at him. He slapped her sharply again.
SLAP!
SLAP!
"Now go kiss your husband on the lips again, memsaab."
"Yes, Bhola."
Once again, I was kissed on the lips by my wife. She rubbed her lips against mine ... the very same lips that moments ago had been on my servant's asshole.
"Was it fun to kiss me, my dear?" Neetu asked me, even as she licked my lips with the same tongue that had licked Bhola's ass.
"Er ... always, my love."
Bhola now sat up properly on the sofa.
"Memsaab." Bhola snapped his fingers. "Turn around so your back is to me, and then bend over, my slut."
SMACK!
SMACK!
Her ass quivered as Bhola smacked her on the rump.
"Such a nice ass your wife has, sahib." Bhola crooned. "Ok, memsaab. Time to go on the bed. I don't think we have yet fucked on this bed ... the one in your cuckold husband's office."
He grabbed her by the hair and led her to the bed. Neetu and Bhola were both acting as if they were the only ones in the room. As if I wasn't even there. I watched as my sweet little wife started bouncing up and down all over his big fat cock. I knew I should be mad, should have been mortified, should have stopped that from happening, but all I could think of was her good her ass looked.
It was clear that Neetu loved to feel his body tight against hers. There was a sense of dominance and ownership Bhola had over her.
Suddenly, just for a moment, Bhola stopped fucking her, and Neetu turned to look at me straight in the eyes.
"You are just going to sit there, right, hubby?" She smiled. "You are going to sit and watch your servant fuck me, and shoot me full of cum."
"Er ... yes, I guess, my love."
"The first time I was fucked like this, it was painful." Neetu recounted. "Now ... it's the emptiness when he is away that is most unbearable."
"I make your wife happy, sahib." Bhola boasted, as he resumed fucking Neetu.
"He is reaching in your wife places you can only dream of reaching, cuckold." Neetu groaned, as she started rocking with him. "I love him."
"Er ... I know, jaan."
"Let's give your cuckold husband a better view." Bhola suddenly said, as he stopped fucking her. He got up, and then made Neetu get on all fours facing me.
"Spread your legs a bit more, bitch."
As Bhola went behind her and started to penetrate her, Neetu glanced at me defiantly, smiling, before she closed her eyes closed and she bit her lip.