Lifting a breast in each of my hands, I leaned forward and asked her loudly, “Does your husband appreciate these nice big jugs of yours?”
“No, Sarun, he just undresses my sari and cums quickly.”
“Does he suck your tits?”
“No, Sarun. It causes him to cum quickly, so he tries not to.”
“Does he like to suck your nipples?”
Without giving her the chance to reply, I then started to suck at her udders.
Fateh’s face flushed a deep shade of red as he watched and heard his wife’s reaction to me fondling and sucking her breasts. He stiffened and shook each time Narges grunted and squealed as her nipples were bitten and flicked by my tongue.
Releasing one tit from my mouth, I moved to continue to suck and nibble the other one. Then I bounced them gently up and down, looked into the Narges’s eyes and asked, “Does Fateh bounce your tits like this while he’s sucking them, honey?”
Narges squealed a little girl squeal and replied, “Nooooo.”
“FATEH!” I yelled loudly. “Come here!”
Fateh ran into the room, his hands holding his dick, and stood to one side of the bed.
I lifted his wife’s breast with one hand, and with the other I grasped the nipple between my thumb and middle finger, rolled it around and asked him, “What do you call these breasts, Fateh? What do you call your pretty wife’s great big tits? Melons? Jugs? Boobs? She really has an amazing rack. Come on, what do you call them? Knockers? ”
Fateh didn’t reply, puzzled at my taunts, as Narges started to moan loudly. I felt a bit of dampness between her legs. Narges’s face was now beet red and she was wheezing hysterically as both her breasts were ravished again. She started to groan and buck.
“Look, I am giving your wife an orgasm by just playing with her tits.” I told Fateh.
“Yes, sahib. You are a much better man in bed than I can ever be. It’s an honour for me that my wife is pleasuring you in bed, sahib.”
Narges continued to cum for some time. Both the men in the room, her husband and I, watched her face as she closed her eyes and grimaced. She was on my lap, and her body quivered and trembled uncontrollably in the throes of a passionate orgasm. I could now feel her wetness leak through her clothes and dampen my thigh. When she was done, I told her to stand up.
“Strip her.” I ordered Fateh, as Narges stood up and wobbled. Fateh caught her and steadied her. Then he obediently took off her blouse, her bra, and her sari, leaving her in her petticoat. One tug and the petticoat dropped to the floor. Narges wasn’t wearing any panties, so she was now completely naked.
“Here she is, sahib, ready for you.”
“Step back.” I told him. Then I stood up and turned to Narges. “Look, Narges, your husband has undressed you and presented you to me. He has bartered your body, and his respect and manhood and honour, for a measly 200,000 rupees.”
“Yes, sahib.” Narges moaned. “My husband is not a man like you are!”
Every word reminded Fateh of his inglorious demotion in status in his own house.
I told Narges to open her mouth. She opened big. I gathered my saliva and spit into it. She squealed in delight. I collected more of my hot spit in my mouth and commenced my perverted liquid assault on the Narges’s glistening big tits and her pretty face all over again. Laughing and hooting, Narges tried to dodge, and it became a sick contest to see how I can land the biggest wad into her screaming, gurgling mouth.