“It’s all right.” I told her. “You can let me know later.”
“Actually,” Narges continued, this time raising her voice so that Fateh could hear. “My husband has a huge debt. He is a useless man, really. He gambled and lost and gambled again and lost. Now day and night we work hard to be a little less poor. He is really not a man. He lied to my parents by pretending to be well off when he was always borrowing money and always in debt, and he could never satisfy me in bed, darling.”
This was said quite loudly, and I could imagine Fateh in the next room flushing in humiliation.
I responded by placing my hands between her legs, rubbing her clit.
“Sarun,” Narges commanded. “Take me again. Fuck me. Enjoy me. Play with me.”
“My pleasure, you sexy randi.” I told her, ready to mount her again. “You are such a whore!”
It was a bad night for Fateh. He had to sleep in the hall listening to the bed springs creaking all night and his Narges’s constant moans and groans. All night he felt helpless and tried to stop himself from watching as I molested and mauled his vivacious wife.
What must have been surprising to him, and he knew it, was that instead of feeling anger he got an erection. He must have known that’s why Narges never respected him; she always suspected he was not a complete man. Narges rubbed it in, as she cried out, again and again, “Thank you for the fuck, Sarun. I will do whatever you ask of me to please you. Please fuck me again, Sarun. I can never get enough of you.”
I must have woken him up several times. In my wildest dreams I had never imagined Narges to be so playful, and so submissive, and I took full advantage. Once, Fateh peeked and saw me slapping his wife’s butts, spanking them hard and watching her rump quiver in the moonlight. The spanks left bright red marks on Narges’s butts as I called her a bitch, a slut, a whore, and she purred in delight at the insults. Other times he would wake up to the sounds of her screaming my name so loudly that Fateh felt the whole neighborhood would hear it, as I drilled my manhood deep inside her.
Throughout the night, I could see Fateh repeatedly jerking off to the sight of his wife completely nude in front of another man, eagerly taking my cock in. Much later on, Narges told me that though Fateh was always a submissive man, and Narges enjoyed dominating him, as she enjoyed dominating anyone, she had never cuckolded him openly. They did talk in bed about another man violating Narges, but that was always said to spice things up. Sometimes, during sex between Fateh and Narges, she would take another man’s name, either one of Fateh’s friends or the guy who lent him money, and pretend she was submitting to him rather than Fateh. It always made Fateh shoot his load in a hurry.
When I had showed up, Narges’s long dormant passions rose up radically, and this time she knew she would give in to her desires and finally cuckold her wimp of a husband. When Narges told Fateh she was going to share the bed with me, and Fateh was to sleep in the next room, she was testing the waters. Narges must never have imagined that her having sex with another man would turn Fateh on so much that he would agree to it so meekly.