"Er... sure, Waqar." I was so nervous, looking at this man, in my own house. "I will get you a can."
"That won't be necessary." Waqar chuckled. "You have a Pepsi in your hand. I will just have this one."
"Uh... sure." I handed over the drink can to him. "Don't worry, Waqar. I haven't opened it yet."
"I can see that, you loser." Waqar looked sternly at me. "And Anand... you will now call me Sir. I am your boss... and you need to call me Sir, you loser."
"Seriously, Waqar?" I tried to assert myself. "We are not at work. You are in my house."
Waqar suddenly stood up and in a trice was there in front of me. Surely... he wasn't going to beat me up! We were not in university anymore! Suddenly his hand moved in a blur and contacted my left cheek.
SLAP!
"Once a loser, always a loser." Waqar towered over me.
"What the hell?!" I exclaimed. "You can't do this!"
SLAP!
"Hey!" I was completely caught off guard. I was not prepared for this.
SLAP!
"Waqar. Please, stop, please!"
SLAP!
"What do you call me, dipshit!" Waqar asked me, this time even more sternly.
"Sir!"
SLAP!
"LOUDER!"
SLAP!
"SIR!
I was very frightened at this point.
"What a pussy." Waqar laughed. "Now get out of that chair. I need to sit."
SLAP!
Wordlessly I got up, and Waqar sat down in my place, laughing.
"Now kneel here, beside me."
Without missing a beat, I kneeled down as Waqar got comfortable in the chair I was sitting in. I was just praying Sanjana hadn't heard anything from the kitchen of this humiliating ordeal Waqar was putting me though. My hopes of my wife not knowing about my helpless situation was soon to be dashed, however.
Waqar reached out and slapped me again.
SLAP!
"Do you know you have a beautiful wife?" He asked me, as he caught sight of a picture frame on the mantle. It was my wife and her mother. Two beautiful ladies, hugging each other laughingly, looking at the camera.
"Er... yes... Sir."
Suddenly Waqar handed me the Pepsi can.
"You know what, loser." He grinned. "Go get me a new can. I don't want what was in your hand before. And send your wife here. A slut like her is supposed to greet me and welcome me at the door!"
A slut like her?
"Er... yes, Sir."
* * *
Sanjana was still laughing over something Waqar had said when I returned with his Pepsi. It was surreal - almost as if she was under a spell. She was quite enamoured with him. They were seated beside each other, on the big sofa, their bodies touching.
"There you are, Anand." Waqar grinned and took the drink from my hands. "Now be a good boy and go kneel over there."
Waqar was making me kneel... on the floor... with my wife watching. I saw his hand twitch as I hesitated, and immediately I rushed to comply. I didn't want him to slap me in front of Sanjana. Still... it was embarrassing to kneel on the floor.
Humiliated, I went over to the corner in the living room and knelt, facing the couple. Sanjana had a very stoic look as she watched me take my place. Waqar then took a sip from the drink, leaned in and mentioned something to her, and once more she threw her head back and laughed.
"You are a grown ass adult, and I am the one having to deal with your bully." Sanjana turned her attention to me. "If you only had some balls, I wouldn't need to do this."
I am the one having to deal with your bully.
"Er... I am sorry, my dear." I was puzzled. "What do you have to do?"
"Let him kneel there like a loser." Waqar laughed this time. "I will enjoy his wife, and he will remain on his knees."
Enjoy my wife?
As if to suddenly prove his point, Waqar reached out, and touched Sanjana's right boob over her blouse. My wife said nothing, and she had a small smile on her face, as Waqar played with her boob.
"I am groping your wife now. You are a pussy." Waqar scoffed at me. "Bullying you is the best thing I ever did!"
I remained rooted to my spot, unable to believe what was going on. Waqar then snapped his fingers.
"Hey, cuck, come here." He ordered.
Cuck! He was calling me a cuck!
Wordlessly I got up and walked towards him.
"I left my phone in my car." Waqar said, tossing me his car keys. "I don't like to be without my phone for long. Go and get it."
"Er... yes, Sir."
I didn't want to leave my wife alone with my unscrupulous boss, but clearly, I had no choice. I exited the house and got to his car on the driveway. I found his phone after a bit of searching - it had fallen in between the seat and the centre console. I picked it up, locked the car, and then walked back into the house. I paused near the entrance to the living room and looked in.
Waqar had his arms around my wife and was kissing her. In fact, he was clearly working his tongue inside Sanjana's mouth and making her return his French kissing. Waqar's right hand was up inside Sanjana's blouse and pawing her left breast. I stood for a bit as I watched this unscrupulous man fondle my wife and make out with her in my own house.
"Ah, there you are, Anand." Waqar saw me and then let go of my wife. "Did you get my phone?"
"Er... yes, Sir."
He took his phone and then told me once again to go kneel in the corner.
"I was thinking of sending you to another room." Waqar told me. "But then I thought... you should watch. See what a real man is like with a slutty woman like your wife."
This was all happening too fast for me.
"You know," Waqar commented to Sanjana, licking his lips as he glanced at the picture on the accent table. "What I would do to fuck you and your mother together! You both have great potential to help your poor husband's career here!"
"Well, it's just me for now, Sir." Sanjana responded. Much to my surprise, she didn't display any anger at this vulgar comment directed at her mother. Waqar instructed her to stand up and then turned towards me.
"Hey, Anand, you cuck!" He snapped his fingers. "Come over here and take off your wife's blouse and bra for me."
Sanjana, now on her feet, standing at his side, turned towards me and waited.
I have a way with men.
Gulping, I stood up, gingerly approached her from behind and asked her, "Are you sure about this, honey?"
"Yes, babe." Sanjana nodded. "Do it."
I still hesitated. Waqar, losing his patience, walked towards me, motioning Sanjana to step aside and give him space. Obediently, almost deferentially, Sanjana stepped aside and let Waqar come closer to me. I saw him raise his hand.
SLAP!
"She is sure, you sissy." He barked, as he slapped me, this time in front of her. "She knew when she married you... that she married a cuckold."
"Er... I... am... sorry... Sir."
SLAP!
"Now you are wasting my time, Anand. Time I could spend fucking your wife, instead I am having to slap you."
SLAP!
"Strip your wife! I want to see her boobs."
"Er... yes... Sir!"
SLAP!
My wife had a look of pure disdain on her face as she watched Waqar humiliate me. I walked in and stood behind her and unclipped her blouse from the back. Then I pulled down the pallu of her sari, and her blouse fell down to the floor.
"Unclip her bra." Waqar commanded. "Don't make me slap you again."
"Er... yes... Sir!"
I unclipped the bra, and within a second, Sanjana's huge boobs popped out in the open.
I heard Waqar unzip his trousers. He then put his hand on my wife's breasts and tweaked them a little.
"I will play with these in a bit, dear." He stated. "Now... kneel down, Sanjana. Start sucking. I assume a slut like you knows how to give a blowjob."
"Yes, Sir."
I watched as my wife, now topless, obediently knelt down at Waqar's feet. Sanjana fumbled with Waqar's zip, and then his underwear. I knew what her comment would be as soon as Waqar's manhood was denuded.
"Oh, my goodness!" My wife exclaimed. "Sir! No way! You are so big! Too big!"
"Bigger than your husband?" Waqar gloated.
"Oh yes, Sir!" Sanjana answered. "Much bigger than my husband! This is a real cock! I don't know if I can fit it all inside me, Sir!"
"You will get used to it, darling. I am going to make you one happy woman." Waqar chuckled. "Now start sucking."
It was surreal to watch my wife take this man's cock in her mouth. The same mouth that I kissed so many times. The same mouth that had mouthed, "I do" to me. Sanjana suddenly turned to me, her lips around the tip of Waqar's penis.
"Wow, babe." She mocked me. "You really are a cuckold. And a coward. I never thought I would be sucking another guy's cock right in front of you."
Me too, I silently worded. I never thought I would see my own wife, her mouth wide open, taking another man's dick inside her like a true slut, waiting for him to cum.
"Oh NO. This cock," My wife declared, "Will ruin me. Look at him, my love. He's a real man. And his dick... feels so big."
"How does it feel, cuckold." Waqar mocked me. "To watch your wife like this? Now she has my dick in her mouth. Wait until you see my cock in her pussy. Once you watch another man cum inside your wife's mouth, you will never be able to kiss her again without thinking about the thick load I will put in there."
I remained kneeling in the corner, no words coming to my mouth, as Waqar continued to taunt me.
"Your wife looks so beautiful with my cock on her face." He laughed.
Waqar continued to fuck my wife's mouth for some time. Then he made her stand up and turn around.
"Undress." He commanded.
My wife complied. She was now fully naked, bent over on the sofa, her ass up facing him. Waqar slid his middle finger into my wife's pussy.
"Ooooh." Sanjana moaned, as Waqar continued to finger her. "Sir! My pussy."
"She is a slut. Look how wet she is." Waqar laughed, as he withdrew his fingers from her, and held them up towards me. I could see her juices glistening on his fingers in the sunlight. Waqar again inserted his middle finger inside my wife, and finger fucked Sanjana rapidly. Almost in a daze, Sanjana's hands reached back and stroked his cock, her eyes half open, and a strange expression on her face. Waqar had that self-satisfied smirk that I hate so much.
"Oh, Sir." Sanjana moaned. "Please... I need... this cock. Please, Sir."
"Since you asked so nicely," Waqar grinned. "You are going to take this fully in your cunt, right?"
"Oh, yes, Sir!" Sanjana murmured. "Please, Sir. I am so... wet."
"Let's move this to the bedroom, bitch." Waqar declared. "I am the man of the house now and I am taking what is rightfully mine."
"Yes, Sir!" Sanjana gasped as Waqar withdrew his middle finger and spanked her sharply on her ass. "Let's go, Sir. This way."
* * *
"Soon." Waqar gloated. "Anand... you will see exactly how deep your wife's pussy is."
"Er... yes, Sir."
"His cock feels so good, babe." Sanjana was moaning. "So good!"
I had to admit it was erotic to watch, as I saw Sanjana completely succumb to her desires with him. At first, she was using her hand to stop him from going in too deep. It wasn't long before she took her hand away and allowed him to plunge his whole manhood into her. It was something to watch my wife's pussy stretch as she slid down on his huge cock.
"OH YES! OH YES! Pound my married pussy!" Sanjana screamed loudly. Her sound was raw, and I could see that her body was shaking. Waqar was almost three times my size, and he was railing my wife brutally on our bed in front of me. After what must have been her third orgasm, Sanjana stopped pretending that she wasn't enjoying it.
"She can't help it." Waqar cast me a triumphant grin. "You should be thanking your wife. Not many wives would help pacify their husband's bully like this!"
"I... I..." I was lost for words.
"Oh, don't take it too personally." Waqar laughed, even as he continued to pump my wife. "Your wife is a woman that needs to fuck other men. She just needs a variety of cocks to satisfy her. Look at the way her tits are jiggling as I fuck her!"
Sanjana, now on top, with Waqar's cock deep in her cunt, turned over her shoulder to glance pitifully at me. I was still on my knees by the bed.
"How does it look from there, babe?" She taunted me. "Does it look as good as it feels to me, hon? He is so much bigger, so much stronger, and lasts so much longer than you!"
"Er... I can see that, dear."
Waqar continued to fuck her roughly.
"Say, you are a cheating whore." He hissed at her. "You need a proper man to fuck you."
"I am a cheating whore." Sanjana replied without a moment's hesitation. "I need a man... no... I need you... Sir... to properly fuck me."
"You are a good slut." Waqar's hand slapped her buttocks even as he continued to drill into her.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Sanjana was now mumbling. Her body was once again trembling, as she succumbed to yet another orgasm. Then she turned to look at me.
"I think he's about to cum in me, my love!" My wife told me. "Your boss is going to cum in me."
She was right. His balls were now furiously thrashing against her cunt.
"You stay on your knees, Anand." Waqar ordered me. "While a real man does your job, cuck."
My wife simply laughed, as my boss then turned to her.
"Now, spread your legs, cunt." Waqar suddenly ordered my wife.
"Yes, Sir!" Sanjana complied and spread her legs, so I saw how deeply she was penetrated. The full length of his huge cock was inside my wife. Then Sanjana turned to me.
"Your boss deserves this pussy, Anand." She taunted me. "A man that can still kick your ass... deserves to fuck me."
Waqar thrust into my wife again and again, a few times, before slowing down and speaking to her.
"Now, Sanjana, I will give you a choice." Waqar continued, smoothly continuing to fuck my wife as he talked. "Tell me to pull out and shoot on your stomach, and I will. But say nothing, and I know I will cum fully inside you... which you so desperately want. Your choice, slut."
Sanjana looked at me and again looked away, moaning in submission to him and his dominating cock.
"Please... Waqar... Sir." I begged. "Please don't cum in her."
Waqar snapped a finger at me and beckoned me to stand up and come to him. All the time while he still kept on fucking my wife.
"What did you say?" Waqar asked me, as I stood up and walked to stand next to the bed where they were engaged in coitus.
"Please... Waqar... Sir." I begged again. "Don't cum in her. She is my wife."
SLAP!
Waqar reached out and slapped me.
SLAP!
"What did I tell you about calling me by name?" Waqar thundered, as he slapped me again. "Now go back, kneel, and beg me again not to cum inside your wife."
Fully chastised, with my wife looking on mockingly, I went back to where I was, knelt, and looked at my boss again. His cock was still inside her.
"Please... Sir... don't... please." I begged. "Please don't cum inside her, Sir. This is my wife. I love her."
Waqar looked at me, gave a final triumphant laugh, and roared as he began to fill my wife with his cum.
He did not pull out. Not at all.
Right in front of me, boldly matching my gaze, Waqar emptied his balls in my wife.
Sanjana was crossing her toes as Waqar pumped his sperm deep inside her. At that moment, she was not my wife - she belonged to him. She simply spread her legs even further, grasped his ass firmly and pulled him into her all the way. From that moment, I knew that she might let me watch her, or jack me off, but her body was his to do with as he pleased. It seemed my bully knew it. It seemed me begging Waqar not to cum inside Sanjana actually triggered an even bigger orgasm from her. She screamed as she climaxed.
"Look at the expression on her face, cuckold." Waqar mocked me. "Do you think you could ever make her feel like that!"
Sanjana looked at me after Waqar, my boss and bully, had forced himself on her, but I remained kneeling on the floor, too scared to help. For one second her eyes locked with mine, as if challenging me to go and pull Waqar off her. She knew I wouldn't.
"Are you OK?" Waqar turned to Sanjana. "That was some scream, slut!"
"That was incredible, Sir!" Sanjana finally exclaimed. "I... I... I don't think I will be able to feel Anand ever again! I... I... I never knew sex could be like this!"
Waqar looked at me.
"You married the right lady... you cuck!" He sniggered. "Your slut wife's cunt is so fucking tight! You must have a small dick - she is almost like a virgin. Fuck... I am going to stretch that cunt of hers. If she wasn't on the pill, I would be fucking a baby into her!"
For the next two hours, Waqar used my wife in every which way, fucking Sanjana in the bedroom (again) and in the kitchen, in the living room, and more. When he fucked her in the ass, I knew it obviously hurt her, but she wasn't going to say anything to Waqar. I decided to be braver.
"Er... Sir." I mumbled from the spot where I was still kneeling. "Please go easy on her. It looks like you are hurting her."
"Shut up, cuck." Waqar scolded me. "You have no idea what she likes. Just listen to her moans!"
She was getting railed without mercy, and yet... she was moaning and groaning loudly. It seemed like she was now used to his size. Waqar's breathing got heavier, but... I had to admit Waqar was right... it was Sanjana whose panting got more audible, punctuated with the occasional, "Ungh! Ungh!"
Soon Waqar was slamming into her harder, and faster. I have never tried anal except a couple of times early on in our marriage. Sanjana wasn't a big fan of it, and I respected her. Here, as Waqar lay on top of her, fucking her ass, it reminded me of two humping dogs. Sanjana had a nice big butt, as Ghulam liked to point out, and as my bully drilled into her, my wife's butt cheeks shook faster and made loud slapping noises that could possibly be heard out in the street. She had basically turned to jelly in the presence of his dominating cock.
Waqar leaned back and threw his head back, his eyes opening and closing, always with that obnoxious smirk on his face. He occasionally looked back at me, but mostly he was admiring Sanjana's ass and her gyrating body. As he fucked her asshole, he would often slap her butt cheeks - they were soon red with the beating. He also kept one fist on her hair, holding it firmly as he drilled into her.
Sanjana's grunting got louder.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
Finally with one last scream, Sanjana spasmed rapidly, circling her butt, in what was unmistakably yet another orgasm. And a BIG one.
They took a little break.
"My dear husband." My own wife now callously mocked me. "Your boss... Sir... is smarter than you, stronger than you, and he makes your little penis seem like a clit. Why don't you go to the kitchen and make him... and me... a sandwich! I have already done all the prep work, so it should be easy for you. Even you can do it."
As I dejectedly stood up and walked towards the kitchen, I heard them laugh.
I made them a couple of sandwiches, which they devoured quickly, and gulped down the drinks I served them. Then they began again.
Watching my wife kiss this man, my bully, as he gave her orgasm after orgasm, I knew she was his now. If Waqar ever kept a harem, my wife was going to be part of it, to warm his cock as needed. As he fucked her mercilessly, Waqar looked at me straight in the eye, taunting me. I couldn't believe that my wife was seduced by a guy who was making her lick his balls, before he climbed on top of her.
"You like that, you bitch, don't you?" Waqar grunted at Sanjana, even as his big dick kept tearing her up. He was on top of my wife. My wife's arms were around his neck, and her legs around his waist, holding him tight, even as his ass flexed and buckled as he pumped her.