"Oh ... my ... goodness!" Neetu murmured again, as Bhola started fucking her hard from behind. I could see her large tits swinging as he banged her. "He is so good, my love, my cuckold! I am going to cum again."
Bhola pulled her sharply by the hair, forcing her head up to look straight at me.
"I am going to cum inside your wife again." He declared, as he continued to bang her.
"Yes, Bhola."
Soon I watched as he again filled my wife with his seed. I looked down and found my own seeds dripping from my dick, a dick that had been put aside by my wife.
They rested for about twenty minutes, Bhola still balls deep in my wife. It took him another ten minutes to recover. This time he fucked her in the butt, doggy style. Neetu continued to moan throughout the session, even as she was spanked, slapped and fucked.
* * *
Evening tea, and later dinner, was a strange affair. I still had to work, and my wife Neetu and servant Bhola excused themselves from my office. I heard them in the kitchen, working, and laughing. I hoped they finally put on some clothes.
My wife brought me some tea and biscuits, and I finally finished the project an hour before dinner time. I went and watched some TV, and some news, but I couldn't really focus, as my mind was completely distracted.
My wife called me to the table for dinner. I knew Neetu still had Bhola's cum inside her while we ate so it was hard not to get aroused. We spent the whole dinner pretending nothing had happened. Afterwards, Neetu even joined me on the sofa as we watched an episode of a comedy show.
Around eleven I got up and decided to go to bed.
"Where are you going, honey?" Neetu asked me sweetly, as I started to head towards our bedroom.
"Er ... to bed, my love." I told her.
"That is the master bedroom, my dear." Neetu looked at me and smiled. "Do you think you deserve to go to the master bedroom, my dear cuckold?"
"Er ..." I looked at her, and then at Bhola, puzzled.
Neetu decided enough was enough and stepped forward.
"My dear cuckold husband." She ordered. "From now you will sleep in the bed in your office. If you need to use the toilet, you will use the servant's toilet. The master bedroom and my bedroom are off limits to you."
"Oh." Very rapidly this holiday was getting out of my control.
"If you need to fetch something from, or enter these rooms, you will seek my permission." Bhola now spoke up. "Mine only ... not your wife's. This is all as per memsaab's instructions."
"Er ... yes, Bhola."
Bhola smiled and shared a look with Neetu. It was clear they were both amused as to how quickly I had accepted my demoted position in this household.
"Can I fetch some things for the night?" I looked at Neetu despairingly. My wife shook her head.
"Honey, you need to leave to your office room now." Neetu ordered. "And close your door when you enter. I want to be alone with Bhola and I don't want to be disturbed."
"I understand, my dear."
As she pulled Bhola in for a kiss I realized that this was no longer just about sex. He was her lover. He was her man.
* * *
Stunned and speechless, I watched Bhola start to unload his balls in my wife's pussy.
"Honey, he is hard and about to cum." Neetu ordered. "Be a good cuck and pull down my panties."
It is now three years later.
Three years after our events in Pune, where Bhola finally took charge, and I was forced by my wife to come out openly as a cuckold.
The rest of the Pune holiday had gone just as you could imagine. Bhola took full advantage that now everything was out in the open, and Neetu was fucked at will.
They never wasted a moment and marked every single corner of the house with their intense love making or rather the debasement of my wife by her lover. The majority of the time, Neetu made sure I was always there to spectate as Bhola degraded my wife to the cheapest whore on the market. She wanted me there, to be part of their "baby making" process.
"Honey, you have to support Bhola since he is doing so much for us. He feels guilty when you are not there, and he performs better when you are there as a spectator. After all, he is giving you the ultimate gift as a father."
Bhola smirked as he would fill up her pussy with his powerful seed and I had to be the one who would have to help my wife hold her legs up high after each encounter so that his seed didn't go to waste. After each romp, I had the duty of cleaning her up, sometimes even after she had been drenched with his urine that she now loved to swallow.
"Even his urine tastes so sweet dear... Gives me the energy to spread my legs for him." She would tell me, even as she kissed me as I bathed and cleaned her for her lover.
Many times, during this cleaning process, Bhola would just barge into the shower, and I had to step aside so that he could press her against the wall and pound her into her ass that he loved with his big cock, bringing her to countless orgasms as he did.
A couple of times, he finished in her ass instead of her pussy and I was the one my wife would give a proper scolding.
"You should have asked him to fill up my pussy, instead of my ass!" She would berate me, holding me by the ear and giving it a proper painful twist. "You know the poor man was too horny to think right. You have to be more attentive, dear!"
In addition, I also had to do all the chores around the house so that Bhola could be rested and be ready to mount her again and again. I was also in charge of choosing and shopping for different lingerie that Bhola would turn to mere rags after their session together.
"That was a 30,000-rupee babydoll set, my dear!" I complained after one such session.
"It's your way of keeping Bhola interested in your wife, and I think you are doing a great job, jaanu!" Neetu soothed me, as she kissed me with the same lips that, a few moments earlier, had been busy licking off sweat from her lover's asshole.
At night, it was more of a private affair between them, as I had been banished from the master bedroom. Bhola was now truly the master, and I was the ultimate cuckold while he slept with my wife or rather kept her awake throughout the night. Although they slept late, I didn't have that luxury since I had to wake up early and bring their breakfast to bed, many a times, cleaning the dried crusts off her pussy with the torn lingerie he had ruined the night before, while I watched her service his morning wood and stick her tongue along his dark crevices to wake him up. All this, in addition to working, of course.
In the final week of our stay, Neetu wanted to spice things up for Bhola as she feared things were getting too 'vanilla' between them.
"You know, I have read an article where men perform better whenever there's competition." She told me. "I have an idea that I think you will like."
"I think you are already pregnant, my sweet dear wife," I tried to reason with her, "Bhola has been pounding you day and night for days now!"
"For your kind information, it's just been two weeks. I think if we bring him some friends and family, it will definitely boost his morale." Neetu took out my cock from my pants and started to stroke it. "Um ... Have you masturbated today, my dear?"
"Er ... no." I shook my head, even as I continued to get hard. "You told me ... not to ... so I could improve my concentration."
Neetu grinned.
"You didn't like me punishing you for masturbating yesterday, did you?" She asked me.
"You didn't have to punish me in front of Bhola!" I complained.
"I had to." Neetu grinned, as she rubbed a finger down my shaft. "I had explicitly told you last week to remain in chastity, but I caught you ... playing with yourself ... yesterday. So ... I had to teach you a lesson."
"You slapped me in front of Bhola." I grumbled. "And pulled my ear. And made me go stand in the corner ... while ... you ... he."
"It is for your own good." Neetu murmured. "You are now a cuckold. You should do as you are told. Next time I catch you, my jaan, I will give you even more humiliating punishments. Or maybe have Bhola cane you."
"So ..." I asked her, eager to change the topic from my punishments, especially by Bhola. "Who did you want to invite? You said friends ... and ... family?"
"Honey, it's our last week in India next week, and who knows when I will see Bhola again, so I think we should invite some special people over to celebrate." She pointed out as she fondled my now rock-hard cock. "Perhaps, you could even have a proper release..."
Immediately, seeing a glimpse of hope to get a release from this enforced chastity, I readily agreed to her idea.
So, on the last week of our stay in India, Bhola was joined by his brother Bunty and my cousin Manav. They entered the house with a cake - for our farewell party.
"You know, I have been ordered to remain naked and ready by Bhola" Neetu told me, as she flaunted her naked body around me, only wearing selected jewelry and the mangalsutra on her. "This will be a party to remember."
Well, it was one to remember, as all of the pictures taken were of my naked wife busy on her knees in front of the guests, while I cut the cake alone. For a week I had to watch these men, sometimes by themselves, other times in twos and threes, take my wife to bed. They took turns to fuck her continuously and do whatever else they wished with her. I was the servant, preparing the meals, cleaning the bed, while also doing my work, while they used Neetu as a sex toy and cum dump.
The very last night at the apartment I was given a phone and told to record as the three men took turns to fill each of Neetu's holes one by one with their sperm, as if to facilitate who had left the baby making the largest spunk inside my wife.
After we had returned to Canada, to no one's surprise, Neetu was once again pregnant. Neetu had one more surprise for me.
"Darling." She told me. "My mother's papers have come through. I had applied to sponsor her into Canada three years ago."
Neetu's mom joined us six months later. Initially she stayed with us, and after some time, Neetu got her a condo nearby. My mother-in-law is young at heart, and very entrepreneurial, and soon she was running her wedding planning agency. When Neetu finally delivered, my mother-in-law was a big help in taking care of the kids (both old and new), and helping Neetu recover.
Three months ago, Neetu had another surprise for me.
"Bhola got accepted as a student at the trade college here." She told me. "He is going to come to Ottawa as a student, and already he spoke with a friend of his who has his own trucking firm. Bhola will work as a trucker while he finishes his two-year course."
"Oh." That was my reaction.
There is no way Bhola qualified on his own, I thought to myself. He must have had a helping hand.
"It is working out so nicely." My wife was very happy. "Bhola's timing coming to Canada. I was just thinking that we should now try for a fourth kid."
My son Sahil was now twelve, and daughter Sunita is five years old. Sahil and Sunita were in school. The youngest boy, Samar, was two years old, and at the moment was in daycare.
As Neetu said, we were now trying for a fourth kid. And when I say "we", it is really my wife and Bhola. For the last two months, every morning after the kids were dropped off in school and daycare, my wife is getting his cum in her pussy every single day, while I get to cum in my hand. That was our daily ritual even before breakfast.
My wife is cuckolding me every single day. Sometimes, if she wishes, I get to see her impaled on his huge cock. Sometimes I even get to kiss her while she is having an orgasm on his cock. I have learned to like that. Other times my wife just wants me out of the way. When Neetu is in the mood for a good banging, she hates it when I hover nearby.
"It disturbs me." She complained, "And I just want it to be between me and Bhola."
As a cuck, I know I have to respect her wishes and give them the privacy they deserve. It, and it sounds strange, I love to watch them both do it. She's just so expert in the art of pleasuring a man! I especially love it when she gives him a casual blowjob. Even as Neetu builds up to an ejaculation in her mouth, it makes me cum as well.
After Bhola ejaculates in her mouth, she looks up lovingly at him, and he at her. If she ever looks at me, the gaze is filled with pity, scorn and a sad disgust. I have also learned to love that look of hers. He is giving her what I can't.
Life is different now. I am no longer her main man, but her cuckold. Sometimes she will call me to the bedroom and spread her legs. It doesn't mean now what it used to before. Now, when her legs are spread for me, it is my duty to go down on her and lick her pussy until she is squirting helplessly from an orgasm. I give her the best tongue - and she knows it.
Bhola comes over often now. His classes are going well, and he was promoted as a scheduling manager of his friend's trucking company. His PR application is also on the way.
Bhola lives nearby, and prides himself as a Casanova, with many women listed as fuck buddies on his roster, but Neetu is, and always has been, his favourite hot wife. Not only does he love to fuck her senseless with huge orgasms, but he also laughs an evil laugh when he watches me stand in the corner rubbing my little prick at his command, as I watch them do it.
Nowadays, after a good long session, he often makes me lick my wife's well fucked pussy. Even as Neetu is gazing at Bhola with deep love in his eyes, he will be smirking at me, watching me act like the cuckold I was. Neetu will soon be ready to go again, and she will keep going until Bhola is exhausted.
To no one's surprise, Neetu became pregnant for the fourth time.
* * *
Four years later, Bhola's brother Bunty moved to Canada as well. Somehow, I knew he would move to Ottawa. To be close to Bhola.
And Neetu.
Neetu and I are now the proud parents of four kids.
Sahil was now sixteen, and soon he would be ready for university. He was growing up to be a bright, intelligent, and handsome young man. His younger sister Sunita was now nine years old and becoming quite the mischievous girl. Samar was now six, and the youngest boy, Suresh, had just turned three.
One day I had to go to work and returned home a little early. Neetu opened the door. Her hair looked dishevelled, and there were red marks on her cheeks.
"Hi Darling, did you leave work earlier today?"
"Er ... yes, my love. What happened? You are panting."
"Well," Neetu giggled. "As you can see, Bunty and Bhola are here, and they are already fucking me for three hours straight. I am so hungry! Could you kindly make something to eat for all of us?"
I didn't even have time to reply, as Bhola walked into the room. He was fully naked. And aroused.
"Memsaab." He turned and snapped his fingers. "On your knees."
I didn't even notice how compliantly my wife simply turned and went down on her knees. If I was honest, I must confess I think she even forgot I was in the house. Bhola, and his big cock, had her complete attention.
And mine.
Seeing his dick so completely buried in her mouth made me so hard.
This had started as a fantasy that only happened on holidays in India. Now it was only painfully real. And constant. And here in Canada.
"Your woman was born to be on her knees." Bhola turned to me and smirked. "Do you understand, sahib?"
"Yes, Bhola." I replied sadly.
"Here it comes." Bhola turned to my wife. "Randi! Open your mouth completely and swallow fully what I give you."
My wife whimpered in anticipation and desire. She was hungry for his hot white juice. She wanted to please him so very much. When he started shooting into her sucking mouth, she didn't miss a single drop.
* * *
"There they come, cuckold. Now remember the drill?" Neetu informed me, keeping an eye on the door. The older kids were in school, and the youngest one had been dropped off at Neetu's mom's place.
"Yes, dear." I replied.
"You greet them on your knees, and politely ask if they want anything to eat. If they want something, you make it." Neetu instructed. "Otherwise, you go out and wash Bunty's new car. He is doing well in Canada. Must be fucking the right women."
"Yes, dear."
"And if we are in the bedroom, don't come inside without knocking. Actually, don't come inside unless you are called."
"Yes, dear."
Half an hour later I entered my home again after washing Bunty's new car. Our new home was in a more secluded part of the town, and our backyard, which included a big pool, led into a ravine. With a tall fence, and no neighbour on either side for a mile, we had complete privacy, especially at the pool. As Bhola, Bunty and Neetu were on the pool deck, I made my way upstairs.
I was now in the master bedroom, upstairs, which had a large window facing the backyard. From the comfort of my bed, I rolled my pants down, and then my underpants, and took my cock in my hand. From the window, I watched the pool deck where the sun shone brightly. There were three people there. My wife Neetu, and the two brothers - Bhola and Bunty - who had come to visit her.
I started to rub my penis.
Neetu was wearing a small skimpy two-piece bathing suit that I knew wasn't going to be on her for long. Even now, as she lay back on the lounge chair by the pool, both brothers stood beside her, their own pants down by their ankles. My wife Neetu was busy taking turns, sucking off their cocks to hardness, while lying back on the chair.
Suddenly my cell phone rang. I glanced at it. It was Neetu's mom.
"Hello?" I answered the call, my bliss and masturbation session rudely interrupted. "Mama?"
It was actually my youngest, Suresh, calling me from his grandmother's phone.
"Papa." Suresh spoke. He was soft spoken, and while he had learned to speak early as a kid, his still formulated his words slowly. "Where is mummy?"
A lump formed on my throat.
"She is busy, my son." I replied, as my eyes glanced back to the backyard. "We have some visitors."
"Is it those two uncles?" Suresh asked. "Bhola uncle and Bunty uncle?"
"Yes, son." I answered.
"They are here often." Suresh commented.
"Yes," I answered. "They are very important close family members, my son."
"What is mummy doing?" Suresh asked.
I watched from the window as Bunty and Bhola began to spit roast my wife.
"She is ... er ... serving our guests." I perfunctorily replied. My eyes then fell to a big portrait that hung in our bedroom, above the bed's headstand.
We had visited the Parliament last month. There, Neetu had made me take a picture of her, the kids, along with Bhola and Bunty. The time had been late afternoon, and the picture came out really nice.
Bhola. Bunty. Neetu. Hugging and enjoying each others' company. The kids - Sahil, Sunita, Samar, and Suresh in the stroller. All of them resembling each other. Sahil now had Bhola's jawline and his eyes. Sunita had his hair. Samar and Suresh had Bhola's eyes and good features as well. All of them were looking at the camera, smiling together with the perfect synchronization. It was the perfect family picture.
Without me in it.
This was the picture that Neetu had blown up to a big size, framed, and now it was hanging in our bedroom.
"Why do you want to hang it here, above our bed, my love?" I had asked Neetu.
"So that whenever I let you fuck me, Gopal," Neetu told me, "And admittedly which is now not that often, you can keep on looking at the picture, just to remind you that you are, and always will be, a cuck!"
So that is my life now.
A cuckold.
I didn't want it like that. I just wanted my wife to be pregnant. And to watch.
And that is how it started.
And here I am.
Take it as a warning. It is how it will always end.
Your wife says she will love you. But in the end, the bigger cock will win.
Sometimes, if you are lucky, she will leave you.
Other times, she will remain with you ... but her heart ... and her pussy ... belongs to another man.
And you will be a cuckold.
Like me.