“UNGHH!! Sirjee!” Vidya murmured. “I can feel you squirting inside me. Sirjee! It hurts!”
“You like that, eh bitch?” Mr. Sarun snarled.
“Uh huh. UNGHH!! UNGHH!! AAAH! AAH!”
“Get ready for a fuckquake, slut! Who owns your married ass, bitch?”
“UNGHH!! You do, Sirjee.”
Mr. Sarun then turned his face to me, even as his cock remained buried deep inside my wife.
“Rajesh, I have changed my mind. Please leave. Your wife is now being fucked by a real man. I am going to do things to her that she may not want you to see.”
“I … er, yes, Sir.”
The last sound I heard as I shut the door to the den was a sharp smack, and the sound of Vidya whimpering. There followed a few more smacks. As I left, I tried not to think of what he was doing to her.
Vidya later told me that second night was pretty much like the first.
“Except it was much rougher.” She admitted. “The first night almost felt like he was seducing me with all of his sex powers. He had me addicted to his large cock and the highs it was giving me. The second night he brought out his rough side.”
“He was like a kid with a new toy. He wanted me in every which way. He made me parade up and down in his bedroom naked. He slapped me quite a few times. He called me names and insulted me and spat at me. He had me spread my legs apart and fingered me. And what gave him the biggest pleasure? That I was complying with everything he said. I obeyed him instantly, without question. He would suddenly grab me, pin me under his body, and shove his dick in me, and I would not even utter a word in protest. He would then turn me over, so I was lying on my face, and proceed to spank my ass, before fucking my gaand. Another night of intense fucking — I knew he was playing rough, but I couldn’t complain. Despite treating me like a whore, he really was fucking me well. Sorry darling, but it had been a couple of dry months. I hadn’t had a cock that deep in my pussy for a while, and he knew it.”
***
Tuesday morning and afternoon I spent a very busy day at work. Lot of figures to be pored over, lots of calls to be made. Mr. Sarun joined me around an hour into the afternoon, and I tried not to think of how many times he had boned my wife in the morning. When Imtiaz picked us up, it was around 6 pm and it took almost an hour before we reached home due to the traffic.
“Come to my room, Rajesh.” Mr. Sarun commanded, as we entered his house.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Your wife should be waiting in my room. We need to go over the sales figures again, but I need a quick fuck before that.”
“Er … of course, sir.”
Vidya was indeed waiting in his room. If she was surprised at seeing me with my boss, she gave no sign. For all intents and purposes, my wife was now a willing fucktoy and a rakhel of my boss Mr. Sarun. What was more interesting is what she was wearing. Or not wearing.
Vidya was wearing a blouse with just the bottom button closed, and the rest of the buttons were wide open, leaving her humongous tits hanging out. She was wearing nothing else, and was totally naked from waist down. I saw that she had shaved completely, so her pussy was now bare. Mr. Sarun, of course, was fully dressed.