“Fateh, you certainly have more than 200,000 rupees in this house.”
“I am sorry, sahib, I don’t have any such money,” Fateh replied, looking at me as if I had gone crazy.
“Fateh, I have already seen the wealth in this house, and if you wish you can clear your debts with the loan shark with that money,” I said.
He asked me, “Sahib, where have you seen such money, please tell me! I would be the most relieved person in the world!”
“Narges!” I called out. Narges came from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her sari‘s pallu. She walked and stood beside me obediently. I got up and walked around to her back. Fateh was watching me keenly as Narges let her hands loose on her side. The sexual tension in the air was palpable. Here was a man, Fateh, who had just watched his wife cuckold him the previous night and then spank him, now hoping expectantly for debt relief from the very same man that had ravaged his wife. And that man, I, was circling the vivacious Narges like a shark circles its prey.
I pressed my dick into Narges’s ass cheeks, reached around and cupped her breasts through her blouse.
“Here, Fateh.” I rubbed her left breast.
“100,000 rupees.”
Then I massaged Narges’s right breast.
“100,000 rupees.”
Narges giggled, as Fateh looked at me, puzzled, and helpless to stop me from groping his wife’s mammary glands. “I am sorry, sahib, I don’t understand.”
“It’s very simple.” I continued to knead Narges’s boobs, getting no objections from her, or from her cowardly husband. “I am here for the night. You are to allow me to spend the night with your wife and she has to do what I order her to do. If she gives me her body absolutely, then I will loan you 200,000 rupees. You can pay off the money lender, and take your time in paying me back, with no interest.”
Of course I could have just gone to bed with Narges, and she would have been my willing fuck toy, but I wanted to drive home the point to Fateh that I would be sleeping with his wife, on his marital bed, with his explicit permission. My cock poked Narges’s butt crack.
“Think about it.” I told him. “If you say no, your wife will have no recourse but to submit to me anyway, but then you will still owe that money. You may even go to prison! And then who knows who your wife will submit to!”
I pinched Narges’s left nipple. It was a signal to her that it was her line now.
“No, dear husband, I will not allow you to go to prison,” Narges declared bravely. “I am your wife and your welfare is my concern. You tell sahib that he can have my body for his pleasure, if that’s what will satisfy him.”
I could again see a bulge grow in Fateh’s lungi.
“It will be only for one night and no one will know your wife has slept with another man, and that you were helpless to prevent that,” Narges told her husband. “So dear, do what I say; let him enjoy my body and he will loan you 200,000 rupees.”
“You wife is very pretty.” I told Fateh. “I like her breasts. And her ass. And her lips. And her cunt.”
Once again I grabbed Narges’s left teat, and held it up. “100,000 rupees.”