“Look, husband! Sarun is so clever! He bought it just small, so it smashes my boobs together.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Do you think he will like me in these?” Narges modeled one black bra and swung her chest about, her boobs juggling beneath the bra.
“I am sure sahib will love it.” Fateh replied. “You look lovely in these bras.”
“He also likes me without bras.” Narges giggled. Then she started to put away the bras, and Fateh made a motion to leave; Narges stopped him.
“Husband!” Narges sat down on one side of the bed and beckoned her husband to come over to her. “Did you sleep well last night?”
Fateh froze. “I … I .. of course, dear. I slept well.”
“Hmm. Husband, you didn’t hear any noises last night, or see anything?”
Fateh started to get aroused, but he managed to control his voice.
“Not really, dear. I was very tired.”
“Husband, you didn’t stand near that spot, that hole in the partition,” Narges pointed to the spot, “and watch me and Sarun in bed, did you?”
Fateh remained silent. Narges continued.
“Husband, when I was cleaning today, I saw cum stains on the floor there. Were you, or were you not, watching Sarun ravage my body last night, and jerking off to the sight?”
Fateh knew he was defeated. So far, no one had openly mentioned his cuckoldry to him. Even though I had groped and kissed his wife and enjoyed her body in front of him, he did not say anything about it to me. Narges had not mentioned sex either, and everyone was carrying about as if it was normal to have your houseguest enjoy the hospitality of your wife in bed. Now, Narges was confronting him.
“Yes, dear, I did stand there … and …” Fateh began.
“What did you see, husband?”
“I saw… sahib and you … ” Fateh’s dick was quite hard now.
“Husband, did you hear Sarun ask about you last night?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Husband, did you hear me telling Sarun not to worry that you were in the next room?”
“I…. Yes, dear.”
“And you just stayed there and listened to it, husband? Even after Sarun expressed his ardent desire to … to …. to FUCK me?”
“I am so ashamed, dear.”
“Sarun made me his sex slave for the night, and you just let him?”
“I … I … I am so sorry, dear.”
“How come you so weakly agreed when I said Sarun and I were going to share our marital bed? Do you not have any honour? Your own wife wanted to spend the night with another man, and you let her do it, dear husband!”
“I … I … I ….” Fateh was lost for words.
“Husband, did you see your own house guest penetrate and fuck your WIFE last night?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Husband, did you not hear me scream his name as he repeatedly plunged his giant cock into my cunt?”
“Yes, I did, dear.”
“Husband, did you notice that Sarun had a much larger dick than you? And he could cum more than once in the night?”
“Yes, I did, dear.”
“Husband, did you see last night how Sarun put his penis into my mouth and I gave him a blow job?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Husband, did you see Sarun fuck me in the ass last night, ‘doggy style’ as he called it, and call me a ‘kutti’ and ‘bitch’ and a ‘randi’ while furiously slapping my ass?”