I turned to leave. Even as I walked down the pathway back to the house, it was impossible to ignore Vidya and Mr. Sarun becoming increasingly vocal as they built towards a simultaneous climax.
Vidya, especially, was totally uninhibited, shouting out, “Oh God, what a cock … I’ve never felt so filled, Sirjee. Please keep fucking me … Oh yes! Go, go, go, go … shoot your juice into me, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! UNGHH!! UNGHH!!”
Mr. Sarun, of course, wasted no time in slamming his meat into her. I stood and turned back, fascinated, and watched. At this point, I could see Mr. Sarun’s legs tense as he started to cum deep in my wife’s unprotected womb. Vidya was humping him back and trying to take him in as deep as she could. As their climax subsided, Mr. Sarun patted Vidya on her side. She obediently stood up, as did Mr. Sarun.
They French-kissed for a few minutes, even as cum-trails were clearly leaking down her legs. Then Mr. Sarun pushed her down to kneel in front of him so that she could suck on his cock for a while. He was already hard again! But he clearly did not want to cum in her mouth. Mr. Sarun then turned Vidya round to kneel over the deck chair, and slammed into her cunt from behind, and very soon they were going at it like two rabbits, unconcerned about who could see them. In minutes, Mr. Sarun’s buttocks tensed as he shot yet another of his seed up into my wife’s evidently very willing pussy.
It was a quiet moment, but I didn’t miss it. I watched as my wife’s lover froze atop her, her eyes shut as if in a dream, even as their bodies twitched in unison, as his massive manhood started to pump huge volumes of baby making cum deep inside her belly. I left, but even if I was there, they seemed oblivious to my presence. Vidya’s eyes were so glazed that I’m not sure she even realized I was there.
***
Friday morning both Mr. Sarun and I were at work. It was the final day of contract negotiations with the foreign company, and not even Vidya could tempt Mr. Sarun away. We slaved away the whole day, and Imtiaz picked us up at around 930 pm.
Let me tell you what happened to Vidya that afternoon.
She had slept the whole morning, free from the amorous attacks of my boss who was with me. At around eleven she had woken up, taken a shower and then had breakfast. Sharply at noon, there was a knock on her door. It was Narges.
“Memsaab.”
“Yes, Narges?”
“Do you know that you are to serve Imtiaz and Fateh today?”
Vidya nodded. My boss has told her this morning that she was to gift herself to Imtiaz and Fateh in the afternoon.
“Those two cuckolds,” Mr. Sarun had laughed. “They lead a wretched life. Whenever I am here I fuck and treat their wives like chattel in front of them, and they have to smile and endure it because I support their needy families back in the village. The least I can do is share my new maal with them.”
“Yes, Sirjee.” Vidya had said. Mr. Sarun had just called her a “maal”, or a product, and like all good products, she was to be shared. So Vidya now told Narges that yes, she was ready for them.