“Yes, Sirjee! Please! Fuck me harder! Harder! Oh yes, OH YES! UNGHH!! UNGHH!!”
Vidya now let out a tremendous roar as she started to climax on his glistening, thrusting pole. No doubt he too was going to soon empty his huge balls into her.
I heard a couple of very loud smacks. Later on, Vidya had told me that this was Mr. Sarun slapping her cheeks, not hard, but not softly either. Vidya had been slapped by many men before, most recently Balachandra and Feroz, but none of Vidya’s previous lovers had ever slapped her face DURING sex. Mr. Sarun however loved his power and he loved to humiliate — Vidya was his whore and she would have to take it. Over the next few days, my wife would be slapped often, and slapped hard.
I had heard enough. I decided to retire for the night. I felt tired, and drained. The love of my life was getting the fucking of her life, and not from me. Right now my boss’s balls were emptying their juice into my wife’s wet and willing cunt. I struggled to sleep, both because it was a new place and a new bed, and also at the thought of what was happening to my wife Vidya at this very minute.
Later on, I had asked Vidya as to how many times exactly had Mr. Sarun fucked her that first night.
“Oh, I don’t really know, darling.” She admitted. “At one time, I actually passed out, but I am sure he continued to hump me. He could really recover fast. He fucked me like an animal. His fingers were always playing with my pussy. I could not but help be constantly aroused, and it was tiring. He knew where my clit was and played with it. The worst part was the way he looked deep into my eyes every time he pushed his huge dick into me. I couldn’t help but think that this man would be my father’s age and he was fucking me. And fucking me so well. Sigh.”
***
The next morning, we all had breakfast at around 8 in the morning. I was seated at one end of the table, and Mr. Sarun at the other. My wife Vidya was seated right beside him. She was wearing a nightie (it was more of a negligee — of a very thin material and the shoulders exposed). I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and no doubt she wasn’t wearing a panty either. The maid servants had prepared a tasty breakfast that I finished quickly. After we finished our tea, Mr. Sarun suddenly turned to me.
“Rajesh, please stand up.”
“Yes, Sir.” I hastened to obey.
“Can you please stand there, in that corner? Good! Imtiaz and Fateh, please go and stand beside Rajesh.”
His servants rushed to comply. So now there were three of us men standing nervously in one corner of the room.
“Vidya? Please get up and stand in this corner. Rukmani! Narges! Go and stand beside Vidya.”
Mr. Sarun had placed all the cuckolds on one side and their wives in the other. At this point I was assuming even Fateh was a cuckold and his wife Narges was Mr. Sarun’s toy as well. In the very next minute I was proven right.
“Narges!” Mr. Sarun now bellowed. “Come here!”
Narges walked over ponderously to stand next to her boss Mr. Sarun.
“Narges!” Mr. Sarun ordered. “Turn around so your back is to us. I want you to pull up your sari and bend over. Show us that big ass of yours.”