“Er, yes, Sir.” I replied. What else could I say? “Of course, Sir.”
“Good! And for the rest of the week, while she may remain your wife, but she will be my raakhel, my whore. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Throughout this whole exchange, Vidya had never even been asked about what she thought about being Mr. Sarun’s slave girl. And now she was being called a whore, and Mr. Sarun had described in graphic terms what he was going to do to her, yet not a word of protest from Vidya. The power of the cock!
“Go ahead, slut.” Mr. Sarun turned to my wife. “Touch it.”
He was already addressing her as a slut and whore, and she didn’t seem to mind in the slightest!
Vidya gently touched, and then stroked my boss’s giant manhood. It wasn’t even hard, and it was huge. Suddenly Mr. Sarun told Vidya to stand up. Then he told Rukmani to come and stand on his other side. I now looked at him, my boss — a giant of a man, naked from the waist down and a huge cock hanging with enormous balls swinging in the wind — and a woman on each arm. He had his arms wrapped around the waist of Vidya on one side, and Rukmani on the other. Both women looked at him adoringly, and Vidya’s hands were still on his cock.
Mr. Sarun paraded the women on his arm. Rukmani and Vidya.
“Rajesh! Some men collect coins, some stamps.” He boasted. “Me? I collect other men’s wives.”
Both Rukmani and Vidya laughed with him. He then let them go and patted both women on their behind. “Wives are the ultimate objects to collect, don’t you think so, Rajesh?”
“Er, yes sir.”
“You wouldn’t know though.” Mr. Sarun laughed. He then again grabbed both women on either arm. He turned to Rukmani and kissed her passionately. Then he turned to Vidya and did the same. Both women were like putty in his arms.
“Wives are so nice to collect — other men’s wives.” Mr. Sarun laughed. “I get the mind blowing sex from them while the husbands get the nagging.”
Once again Mr. Sarun kissed Rukmani, before turning around and kissing Vidya full on the lips. Through the thin material of her bikini top, I could see that Vidya’s nipples were now quite hard, and erect. Whenever Mr. Sarun was kissing Rukmani, I could see Vidya’s lips pout, while she waited. She was clearly aroused, and in heat.
Mr Sarun then turned to me.
“Who is going to fuck your wife tonight, Rajesh?”
“Sir, you, Sir.” I replied.
“And who will fuck her for the whole week, Rajesh?”
“Sir, you are most welcome to her for the week, Sir.” I practically groveled.
Mr. Sarun then let go of Rukmani’s waist, turned around and pinched Vidya’s buttocks. She yelped, and my boss laughed.
“You wife Vidya will be lot of fun, Rajesh.” He told me. “A new toy for me. Haven’t played around with a new pussy in a while.”
He then turned to my wife.
“Mrs. Vidya Mathur, ready to take this to the bedroom?”
“Sirjee.” Vidya hesitated. “I left all of my clothes in the lockers.”
Mr. Sarun laughed heartily, and then sharply spanked Vidya on her buttocks. “You won’t need clothes tonight dear!”
***
I put my ear to the door. My boss and my wife had gone into his bedroom and had shut the door. Rukmani had already gone to the servant’s quarters. I was told to quietly go to my own room, but I waited here for a while, trying to listen to what’s going on inside.