Then I grabbed her right boob and kneaded it. “100,000 rupees.”
I could see Fateh’s bulge growing bigger. It was time to close the sale.
“Fateh,” I told him in my most authoritative voice. “I want your wife, and no one will know except the three of us. Your honour will remain intact, but if you get arrested, your self-respect will be torn to shreds, and besides, I plan on enjoying her wet loins anyways.”
I rubbed Narges’s crotch, through all the layers of clothes, and held my hand up.
“She’s wet and dripping like a faucet, Fateh. You wife is as turned on as me by our affair.”
“Sahib,” Fateh croaked. “You are very generous to offer me that money, and my wife is so brave to help me by satisfying you. I agree to your demands for the night, sahib.”
“Excellent.” I pressed myself more firmly onto Narges, and she could feel my manhood now invade the space between the cheeks of her buttocks. I could feel the dampness of her through her clothes, and she seemed to encourage me by pushing back onto me. Fateh felt defenceless and tried not to stare at me molesting and mauling his buxom wife, cupping her tits and fondling them to my heart’s content.
“Let’s watch some television.” I ordered Fateh to put a cricket match on. “We can sit on this new sofa that I got for you, all three of us.”
“Yes, sahib.”
“You know, Fateh, you are not man enough to even afford a sofa. You should be glad I am giving you 200,000 rupees for this randi.”
“Yes, sahib.”
We sat on the sofa and Fateh handed me the remote. I put it to one side as the cricket match came on. Narges came down and sat on my lap. I turned her around so that she was facing me.
“What do you think, Fateh, who will win the match?” I asked him, as Narges pressed her boobs to my face. She was a woman in heat.
“Sahib, hard to say.” Fateh hummed and hawed, trying desperately to concentrate on the action on the screen, rather than on the sofa.
I pulled away Narges’s pallu, un-hooked the blouse, and pushed her new bra up to expose her large round breasts, the big black areolas standing erect. I put the left nipple into my mouth while I played with the right breast, squeezing and pinching it, rotating the nipple between my thumb and fingers.
“Narges, you are a very attractive woman and I am going to fuck your beautiful firm body,” I told her in a loud voice.
“Thank you, Sarun!” Narges replied with a smile. “I will do whatever you ask of me to please you, that’s the agreement my husband made with you.”
I turned to Fateh. “What do you say Fateh?”
“I … I…” Fateh was at a loss for words as I pinched Narges’s left areola. “Sahib, you have the full right to enjoy her as you wish, tonight.”
To demonstrate my power in his household, I mocked, “Who is going to fuck your wife, Fateh?”
“You will, sahib.” He replied. “And I remain your grateful slave for your generosity.”
“Then you will watch me powerlessly as I violate your wife, Fateh. You are the cause she will be penetrated by another man’s penis,” I pronounced.
“Yes sahib you such a considerate person and a dear friend that you are most welcome to fuck her anytime you want,” Fateh groveled.