SLAP!
She had slapped me! As I stood there, stunned, she moved her hand again.
SLAP!
“I said,” Rukmani repeated, with a little bit of sneer, “I want you to bend down, prostrate and kiss my foot.”
I don’t know why, but wordlessly I did as she had asked. I went down on my hands and knees, and pressed my lips on to her ankles, kissing her foot.
Rukmani had a smile on her face as I stood up again. I found myself blushing, unable to meet her gaze. She raised her hand and gave my cheeks a slight pat.
“Do you want to be slapped again, cuckold?” She asked me.
I shook my head.
“Good.” Rukmani caught hold of my ears and gave them a sharp tug. “Do you love your wife, cuckold?”
Wordlessly I nodded. Rukmani smiled and let go of my ears.
“Then for the next few days, do not interrupt her fun. Sarun can take a woman to heights she never knew possible, and your wife will be conflicted and torn between enjoyment and guilt. Try to be supportive. Do you understand?”
Again I nodded. Rukmani laughed and patted my cheeks again.
“You are a good slave, cuckold.” She told me. “Now let’s go back.”
When we returned to the pool area, Mr. Sarun had picked Vidya up and placed her on his lap, and he was still kissing her deeply. My wife had her eyes closed and her mouth open. His tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his arms.
I watched as he held her head with one hand, and put his other hand under her top to caress her breasts. I could tell that my wife was very excited and she seemed to tremble at his touch. I am sure in my absence Mr. Sarun had plied her with more wine; Vidya actually seemed giddy with excitement, and eagerly opened her mouth again as he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue. I could see a huge bulge in Mr. Sarun’s crotch area.
Vidya’s hands too soon dropped to his tented pants and it was Mr. Sarun’s turn to smile. Taking a break from squeezing her breasts through her bikini top, Mr. Sarun smoothly lowered his zipper and pulled out a magnificent beast of a cock. He then placed Vidya back on the seat, away from his lap, and stood up. Vidya’s eyes were now transfixed on his huge appendage. Mr. Sarun held it up using both hands, which did not reach all the way around it, and still had at least another hand or two of shaft left swaying in the open air. He now dropped his pants to the floor and his heavy and swollen balls swung freely. His penis was a monster and I knew now the source of his extreme confidence.
“Go ahead.” He told my wife. “It’s time you held a real man’s cock. Go ahead, touch it, flop it around. See how heavy it is.”
“Yes, Sirjee.” Vidya then cast an eye on me. Mr. Sarun quickly intercepted her gaze.
“Don’t worry about your husband,” He told her. “He’s going to sit quietly over there, like the good little wimp he is. Aren’t you, Rajesh?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“In fact, Rajesh, I am going to soon take your wife to my bed and treat her like the whore she is. Any problems?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good. Her choot (pussy) is mine, her hoton (mouth or lips) is mine, her gaand (ass) is mine. Is that clear?”