Narges was now moaning loudly.
“Oh, husband!” She gasped. “I must satisfy sahib and we must do everything to please him.”
“Yes, dear.” Her husband feebly agreed.
“Fateh,” I instructed Narges’s husband. “Your wife is sacrificing her honour and her izzat to another man just for your sake. She is going to lose her chastity and it’s all due to you. Show her your appreciation by licking her feet.”
“Yes, sahib.”
Fateh jumped to his feet and knelt down in front of us, lowering himself on his stomach at Narges’s feet. He started to lick and kiss her feet as I tweaked her nipples.
“That’s it, Fateh. Pay your respects to your brave wife.” I demanded. “Lick her feet like the lowly dog you are. You are the dog and your wife will be my bitch.”
“Dear husband,” Narges taunted him, “a man is in your house, he has your wife’s breasts in his hands, and calls her a bitch, and you grovel at his feet. And look, you have a hard on!”
Poor Fateh had no place to hide. There was a damp spot on his lungi now.
“Husband, stand up!” Narges ordered, and he complied.
“Take off your lungi.”
“I … I …” Fateh turned to look at me for help, but I was having none of it.
“Do as your wife tells you to do!” I ordered him. “She’s helping you out — the least you can do is be an obedient slave to her!”
“Yes, sahib.”
Narges’s husband undid the knot, and his lungi fell to the floor. His small dick was now rigid hard.
“Husband, take off your shirt too.” Narges ordered, and he complied. Fateh was now standing before us, completely naked.
“Look, Sarun!” Narges told me. “He is hard. My dear husband gets aroused when he sees you enjoy his wife’s body.”
“Really? How do you know, Narges?”
Narges was getting into her part. “Sarun, I asked him today if he saw us together last night, when you ravaged my body. He said he did.”
A visibly humiliated Fateh was turning bright red, standing there butt naked, his small dick erect.
“He said he saw us last night, and did nothing but jack off in that corner.” Narges told me. “Even when he was confessing this to me, he could not control himself and came in the bedroom. I had to punish him for that.”
“Really, Narges, how?”
“Sarun, I spanked him. If you ask him to turn around, you will notice his ass has red marks!”
Fateh was now trembling. I ordered him to turn around. His embarrassment complete, he faced the other way, and I could clearly see the results of Narges’s handiwork on his butts.
“You wife will now punish you, Fateh, when she wills.” I told him. “No matter how humiliating it is for you, you deserve to be her whipping boy.”
“Yes, sahib.”
“Now turn around, and get on your knees.”
Fateh turned around, and knelt in front of us. We were still seated on the sofa.
“Apologize to her for putting her in this situation, and humbly beg her forgiveness.” I ordered him.
Fateh swallowed what was left of his ego and pride, and began to meekly plead for forgiveness from Narges, who was having none of it.
“Husband,” She told him. “I am going to slap you now.”
“Yes, dear. I deserve it.”
SLAP!
SLAP!