maintaining the house, keeping the garden clean, watering the plants and flowers, cleaning the house, washing the clothes, washing the dishes, and everything else. It’s just too tiring, and if I have this kind of sex on a daily basis, then it’s not going to be long before I die.
I gave this speech to them, and they said they would help me out with the housework, and I was happy and slept well that night.
I don’t know where my husband slept or what Sagar did after I went to sleep.
The next day was a break from sex. I wore my panty after so long, I just wear them on my periods, I also wore some more clothes on me, and I tried not to be sexy or anything. I didn’t want anything to do with it. I did all the work, and they both helped me very well. That night they both decided to drink some alcohol. We had a huge stock of it, and my husband and Sagar both drank, but I had them under control for the last month. But Sagar said to choose between alcohol and my pussy, and I said alcohol was my only choice here. I wasn’t able to get my pussy fucked again.
So that I made some snacks for them, pakora and papad, and I gave them only 1 bottle, and that’s it, I said. They wanted one more, but I insisted, and they both agreed.
I was really considerate, and I sat with them in front of them. I felt like if my husband got drunk, he might fight with Sagar regarding me, and I was thinking something like that, so I had to keep them away from each other when they got drunk. After about half the bottle was empty, my husband started to show some signs. He wasn’t angry or anything, he was very controlled and collected. I told him to stop now, that’s enough, but Sagar said shut up and let us drink, and I stayed quite. Not a single word came out of my mouth then.
My husband was drunk now, fully giving up. He was talking to Sagar alone, and they were laughing and playing with each other. I never understood what he said; he wasn’t speaking clearly. And I was scared to go closer to them. Sagar ordered me to bring another bottle right away, which shocked me as I was zoned out just trying to understand my husband. He said, “Go fast,” and I went and brought another bottle for him. I pleaded with him just to drink half of it. He said okay and took the bottle from my hands.
He gave my husband ¼ and he drank ¼; at the half-bottle line, I asked for the bottle, saying that’s enough, and Sagar sincerely gave it to me.
I went in the kitchen to keep the bottle, and when I returned, I was devastated to see Sagar face-fucking my husband. It was a terrifying scene. I ran to him and begged him to stop or he would throw up, and my husband put his hand on me and said to stay behind. I was still telling him to stop, and he didn’t bother me; he said that my husband requested it, and he gave it to him.
I asked my husband and grabbed him as Sagar was deep-throating him. It was so hard to see, and I was so sad and crying. Soon, Sagar came into his mouth, and my husband started throwing up. It was the grossest thing I have ever seen. All over the couch, I grabbed my husband and pushed Sagar out of the way. Sagar fell on the other sofa and sat there masturbating, and I started to rub my husband’s back; he was vomiting so much. All the alcohol was getting out of him, so I let him throw up and then took him to the bathroom to clean him up. He was very drunk; it had been a while for him to drink, and I think I made a mistake by letting him drink suddenly and in such large amounts. It was so depressing to see this happen and be unable to do anything to help yourself or your loved one.