"Oh. Yes. Sir." Sanjana moaned. "Sir... please be gentle. You are so big. Anand... never... fucked my pussy... like this!"
Even as he stood up after finishing inside my wife, Sanjana remained lying on the floor, cum dripping out of her cunt and asshole. My bully had turned my wife into a fuckhole for him to use and abuse. As Waqar put on his clothes, he beckoned at me with his finger and asked me to follow him out of the bedroom.
"Bro. There's no better feeling than cumming in another man's wife." Waqar told me as he opened the front door to leave. "The way I fucked your wife... now I am Sanjana's king, and you are her cuck."
"That is... it... right?" I asked him miserably, even though I knew the answer. "You are gonna leave us alone now, right, Waqar?"
SLAP!
Waqar had slapped me again.
"I am sorry, Sir." I realized my mistake. "I meant... I... I don't know what I meant, Sir."
Waqar laughed and slapped me again.
SLAP!
SLAP!
"Don't think too much, loser." Waqar scoffed at me. "Your wife craves the type of domination that she knows you can't do. Now ever time you kiss her, you will know where her mouth has been. On my cock. On my balls. Licking my asshole."
SLAP!
SLAP!
"Er... yes, Sir."
Waqar looked deep into my eyes and slapped me again.
SLAP!
SLAP!
"You better prepare yourself, cuck. I like to make a cuck husband watch me do things to their wives that they'd never allow him to do." Waqar snorted. "Too bad your wife is a housewife. If she was working... I like to show up at a married woman's workplace and pick her up for a lunch quickee, giving her coworkers something to gossip about as they watch her leave with me. You are lucky she is just a housewife."
At that moment I didn't particularly feel lucky.
SLAP!
SLAP!
Waqar slapped me twice again, in full view of any one in the street. Thankfully no one was there.
"By the way, you couldn't deny it, could you?" Waqar grinned, as he got into his car. "Watching me with your Sanjana - it was the hottest and sexist sight you ever saw, right? Your dear wife, in my arms, as I fucked her in front of you! She had five body quaking orgasms in the last hour alone, you cuck!"
* * *
When I re-entered the house, I found Sanjana cleaning herself up, before turning to the mess that was the bed.
"I... must... say... fucking your... bully... your boss... was a... great... idea." She told me. "Don't you think so, babe? Now he will respect you at work."
Cum was still dripping down her legs as she moved about.
"I... I..." I didn't know what to think. He slept with my wife and still slapped me in my own house.
"My pussy is still tingling... I never felt so dehydrated! Waqar was an abusive fellow, so I did the right thing - confront him and give myself up to him." Sanjana told me. "Someone he could use... and abuse... properly, instead of you. Now he probably won't bully you at work, sweetheart."
... probably...
"You think so?" I wasn't sure. Someone of his nature - they hardly changed. "He just slapped me as he left. For fun."
"Maybe he will stop doing that when he fucks me again."
"Er... again?"
"Of course." Sanjana nodded, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. "He wants to fuck me. He doesn't want to beat you up. I will tell him he can fuck me... as long as he leaves you alone... and even promotes you at work."
"But... but..." I mumbled. "I thought it was a one-time thing."
"Tell me, babe." Sanjana asked me, ignoring my objections. "How was it to watch him fuck me? Be honest."
I had to admit that I was envious of his big cock. The only thing my bully pounded harder than me was my wife's big ass. In the last two hours, he often slapped her on the ass, claiming she would cum much more when her hair is pulled or her ass is slapped.
"It was difficult to watch you really enjoy, being taken by a man much more endowed than me." I confessed. "It's bad enough that he slapped me or beat me. When he was pounding your ass... it completely emasculated me. I wanted to punch him."
"But you didn't." Sanjana laughed. "You are a nerd. Not a jock."
"So... you are going to sleep with him again."
Sanjana looked at me and nodded.
"I will." She exclaimed. "I have never been fucked like this in a long time. No matter how many times he ejaculated, I still wanted more. I just couldn't get enough."
"He didn't even respect my wishes not to cum inside you." I continued to complain. "He slapped me, made me beg, and then still came inside you!"
"I have to confess," Sanjana commented, "When he fucked me on our marital bed - the same bed you and I made love as husband and wife - and then he ejaculated in my pussy, his thick load is so much... and when it started running out of my pussy and all over the bed... it was just so hot!"
"But... you... you also cum so much!" I complained. "Was enjoying yourself really necessary? He kept calling me a cuck, taunting me as he fucked you."
"Oh yes." Sanjana exclaimed. "He is not going to stop calling you a cuck. You better get used to it, darling."
"Why?" I sighed. "I will try to find another job."
"No, you won't." Sanjana told me. "I will ask your boss to promote you... and give you a raise... and not bully you."
I looked at her.
"So... this is happening."
"Oh, yes, my love." Sanjana nodded enthusiastically. "I am doing this for you, my love. After all, we have to stop him bullying you at work, right!"
"Right."
I have a way with men.
If I had dreamed this would be a temporary fling that hope was soon dashed. Waqar was now obsessed with Sanjana and started to come over once or twice a week. He usually dropped in after work, as our house is on the way to his. Sometimes, once he would get in, he would put me in one corner, and command me to stand there, naked. Then he would take my wife Sanjana to another corner of the house and strip her naked. Needless to say, Sanjana had more fun in her corner while I would stand dejectedly in mine.
"Kiss me and own me, Sir." My wife would moan loudly. "While my cuckold husband watches from there."
It both broke my heart and made me hard that Sanjana never once moaned like that with me.
Then Waqar, if he is feeling benevolent, will call me over. After a long day at work, there's nothing Waqar likes more than forcing me to watch my wife swallow yet another big load from his enormous cock.
"How can you last so long?" I once asked Waqar, as he continued to fuck my wife for forty minutes. Waqar laughed.
"I practice by fucking lots of unsatisfied sluts through the year." He boasted. "Hope you are enjoying the show loser."
"Oh, my husband is a good man." Sanjana tried to defend me. "Not a loser."
"No... he's a loser, not a man," Waqar stated, as he kissed her again. "He can't fuck you like a real man, can he?"
My wife thought for a bit and then shook her head.
"Being nice to you doesn't excuse the lack of good fuck or blowing his load too quickly," Waqar grunted, as he pumped her ass. "I last a little bit longer than two pumps, wouldn't you say so, Sanjana?"
"Of course, Sir." My wife then turned to me. "You like that big fat cock going inside me, do you, babe?"
"Er... yes, my dear."
Waqar heard my response, laughed in a derisive fashion, and then turned to look at me.
"Bro this ass is amazing. You are luck you get to fuck this ass at home whenever you want."
"Actually," I had to shamefully confess. "Sanjana never liked anal."
Waqar gave a hearty laugh. He was handling my wife like a dirty whore, pulling her hair and grabbing her ass as he shot steams of sperm up her ass.
"Guess the slut likes it now! Good thing she is on the pill, because the bitch has the perfect body for breeding."
I stood and watched as Waqar pumped another load in my wife's ass.
* * *
I told Ghulam after some time what was happening. Sanjana had been Waqar's mistress for three months by then.
"I told you." He shook his head. "Women like Sanjana Bhabhi can never be trusted to be faithful."
"Look." I tried to defend my wife. "At least Waqar is not bullying me at work anymore. He even promoted me... and gave me a raise... and more responsibilities. I am now managing bigger accounts."
Just that he is using my wife's body as a cum dump.
"Don't do anything foolish now." Ghulam warned me. "We have to wait until your company goes public. After that, you want to divorce her, you can. Not now, when you can be fired. All our moves... we have to do after the company goes public."
"So now... I just... have to tolerate my bully fucking my wife... while I am told to wash his car." I mused.
"Just... be a good... cuckold." Ghulam advised me. "Gain his trust and try not to get fired. Let me plan something."
"I don't want to do anything illegal." I told Ghulam. "Yes, now I have access to these companies and their funds... but I am not stealing anything."
"Oh, you won't be stealing anything." Ghulam laughed. "But... let me think. Just try not to get fired."
Well, firing me was not an option for Waqar. Being my boss was the only leverage he had over me. Waqar was simply infatuated with Sanjana and wanted to fuck her every chance he would get.
When I would be at work, sometimes Waqar would drop in at my place during lunch, and I would get a video on my phone. Waqar, grabbing Sanjana by the hair, plowing her from behind, and grunting as he bred her like his bitch.
"Thank you, Sir." My wife would mutter repeatedly on the video as he assaulted her cunt. I would be tied down with lots of work while he was in my home, trying his best to impregnate my wife. I was stuck in the office, and here my boss was using my wife as a sex doll on my own bed.
Waqar loved to humiliate me, and he often sent me photos or videos to let me know what he was doing to Sanjana. It was my house and my wife, but Sanjana was his whore and her ass was his. All I could do was watch helplessly as my wife was pummelled senseless and brought to multiple orgasms by a superior stud. Sometimes I would go to the bathroom and pump my cock furiously as I watched a video of Sanjana squirting all over Waqar's dick. I didn't need regular porn anymore; I had enough videos of my wife fucking my bully. I was cumming in my hand, and he was cumming in my wife.
"Let's have a size comparison." Once Sanjana called me to stand next to Waqar. We were all naked.
"Look at that beautiful cock." Sanjana exclaimed, running her hands up and down my bully boss's big shaft. "So big. So powerful. So delicious. And look at your tiny, pathetic cock. Unable to satisfy my pussy. This is why your boss fucks me any time he wants. Not you, babe."
"Er... you never complained about size before, my love. You always said size does not matter."
"I lied!" Sanjana laughed. "I had big cocks before! But your boss... it's not just big... it's heavy! Just having this cock rest of my face makes me feel like a naughty teenager! Even now I have trouble fitting all of him in my mouth!"
"It's not just about size." Waqar scoffed. "It's also about attitude, you loser. I have the winning attitude. Once your wife experienced my big dick, and my attitude, she realized what she had with you... was not even sex!"
Waqar had completely stopped bullying me at work, but he denied my vacation request on the day of our marriage anniversary. I had wanted to take Sanjana somewhere nice. Instead, Waqar piled on the work for me.
"Hey shitface, you will be working late again today." He told me, when I came to the office that morning. "We really need those profit numbers up. I gave a promotion... let's see some results!"
"But... Sir." I pleaded. "It's our anniversary."
"I don't give a shit if it's your anniversary. Besides, your wife will be occupied with me anyways. I plan to pop in to wish her. Don't worry, I will tell her you wanted to take her out. Now get back to work."
I went home at 9 pm. Waqar was still there, fucking Sanjana.
"We're back here in the bedroom, baby." Sanjana yelled out, when she heard me enter.
I found them in our bedroom, on our marital bed.
"Hi, sweetheart." Sanjana greeted me. She was sitting astride Waqar who was lying naked on his back. His massive cock was inside her and I had the perfect view of her pussy stretched around his incredibly thick member. Not for the hundredth time, I wondered how on earth she could accommodate such a thing. His saggy balls were enormous too.
"Come on in, cuck. I was just making love to your beautiful wife... although... probably that's a little obvious." Waqar mocked me, making Sanjana giggle. "As you can see, your wife... is a little busy."
"Er... of course, Sir."
"Happy three-year anniversary, cuckold." Waqar laughed. "Do you like the sound of my balls slapping against your wife's ass?"
"Er... yes, Sir."
"Come closer, cuck." Waqar ordered and then turned his focus to my wife. "Aren't you glad you are finally enjoying a real cock?"
"Oh, Sir." My wife gushed. "You have no fucking idea!"
Sanjana's pussy lips were stretched so tightly around his cock they formed a seal. Soon both of them climaxed, and Sanjana's body was still jolting and shaking as my boss had shot jet after jet of his sperm inside her. Waqar wrapped his arms around her tightly, still thrusting into her, gently but deeply. He took hold of her jaw, and their mouths locked together, kissing passionately like long-lost lovers reunited. I must have stood there watching them like that for fifteen minutes. I was oblivious to them as they snogged, Sanjana still working her hips slowly and softly, Waqar thrusting his last drop of semen into her.
"She doesn't love you any less." Waqar told me, after he finished cumming in her and started to put on his clothes, getting ready to leave. It was almost as if he was comforting me. "I just give her something that she needs... that she is not getting from you. If you love her, you need to be okay with that. Now, cuckold, happy anniversary. Take her somewhere nice!"
He actually gave me some cash... sort of a humiliating reward... to take Sanjana out.
"It's the size of his cock." Sanjana told me, as we sat down for dinner at a restaurant that was open late. Even on our anniversary dinner, she was talking about his cock. "The first time when I licked his ass - he smelt a little funky, but you know that sort of stuff just makes me hornier. And when I made him cum just by eating him out, making him drain those big balls on my face, it made me more wet. Just thinking about how good he was going to fuck me... after so long."
"Do you really have to enjoy it?" I asked her in desperation. Sanjana looked at me... somewhat with sympathy.
"My husband was getting bullied at work and at the risk of losing his job." She told me. "I had to do what I am doing to help provide for my family. For you. That fact that I am enjoying it... is irrelevant."
I have a way with men.
"If you really feel strongly about it," Sanjana told me. "Do something so I don't have to fuck him anymore. Otherwise, be content to be a cuckold."
Do something. But what? Maybe Ghulam could help me think of something.
Waqar's fascination with Sanjana showed no sign of lessening. Soon Waqar started staying over at our place at least once or twice a month. With his wife often away on business, Waqar would stay the night, and all night I would hear the sounds of Sanjana's intense orgasms. It was a special kind of humiliating feeling to have Waqar stay over in my house, sleeping in my marital bed, with my wife, while I was relegated to the spare room. He just took my wife as his sex slave, and I had to listen to them fuck all night. I wondered what exactly he was doing to her to elicit such animalistic grunts! Her moaning was so different when she had Waqar's big monstrous cock buried inside of her. They made love like a deeply connected, passionate couple.
"I love fucking him on my marital bed all night long." Sanjana told me, once when I had complained to her about Waqar staying over. "You are a cuck... and you have to sleep in the spare room and listen to my cheeks clap all night long. At least he is not bullying you at work... is he!"
"Er... no... babe."
"Good. Because I wouldn't want that." Sanjana told me. "I drain his balls, and his energy, so he doesn't bully my dear husband. It is all for you, my love. Sometimes... when he is fucking me, all I can think of is how he is better than you, and how I want to tell you every detail later. It's so romantic, don't you think, sweetie? Again, if you love me, do something. Otherwise, be happy that at least I am getting a good fucking."
I had to nod. My wife loved me, I told myself. But she just loved getting fucked by his bigger cock more.
At least that was how I tried to comfort myself.
Sometimes I would kneel next to the bed as they were making love. As the bed would creak and squeak, I could see that Sanjana was too excited, and too active and loud. She would hold him close, and they would make love so hungrily. She would forget I was even in the room. I never saw a woman act like such an obedient slut in my life. Often, before he would ejaculate, Waqar would pull out of her well fucked pussy. In an instant Sanjana would rush to be on her knees and gladly take his thick load on her beautiful face.
"I am marking my property." Waqar would laugh, as he would spurt his cum on her cheeks, eyes, and lips. There was look that Sanjana now had. It wasn't the pity look that she gave me. Rather, when she was with Waqar, it was a look of pure pleasure.
"I love you, my dear." Sanjana once told me. "I love you more than anything in the world. Thank you for letting me experience this. You understand why I have to serve him... so he doesn't bully you, right?"
And all I could do was nod as I sat in the corner of the room watching as my bully made my wife scream and moan with his cock deep in her ass.
Waqar's work started to suffer... simply because he was more interested in slipping to my home and fucking my wife rather than focus on work. So, one day he called me to his office.
"Look, I have all these clients and their deals I have to finalize." He told me. "I need you to pick up my slack, even as I nut in your wife."
I looked at the pile of files. There were at least fifteen companies there.
"This is too much for me." I protested. "It's not even my job!"
Waqar leaned forward and slapped me.
SLAP!
Thankfully his office door was closed and there was no one to see me getting humiliated.
"Look, cuckold." He hissed and slapped me again.
SLAP!
"Just for this, I am going to be spending tonight at your place." He gave me a cruel laugh. "Your wife's tits... man... they are the greatest set of tits I have seen on a broad. I am going to be playing with them all night long and pounding your wife like a dog. You are going pick up my slack. Do you understand?"
SLAP!
"Er... yes, Sir."
I was really afraid if someone outside the office could hear the slaps. I could never hide away from that humiliation.
"Sir..." I tried to reason with him. "These companies... we have to set up files for them. We have to agree on a rate with them and negotiate that. And then once we send over the documents and they sign it... you have to read and sign it... and then I send it back to them."
Waqar slapped me again.
SLAP!
"You handle it." He ordered. "I already had preliminary discussions about the rate... just need to nail the final amount. Bring all papers to me when ready and I will sign. Don't worry, I trust you to do the job."