"Tsk tsk! I am going to slap you now, memsaab."
My wife, already in heat, kneeling down on the floor, looked up at Bhola, and nodded.
SLAP!
It was not a hard slap, but not a soft one either. Bhola raised his hand and again calmly struck my wife across her face, this time with the back of his hand.
SLAP!
"Please pay attention, memsaab." Bhola scolded her. "Go back to sucking my cock properly."
SLAP!
"Yes, Bhola. I am sorry, Bhola." My wife nodded, suddenly unable to meet Bhola's gaze. She was blushing furiously as she took her lover's cock again in her mouth, after being slapped like that by her own servant.
From that day on, Bhola would slap my wife every night. It started with one or two slaps, and then three and four, and then Bhola would pretty much slap her at will. I noticed that he did whatever he wanted with her. Neetu would not say no. She was up for anything, so enamoured she was with him.
One night I was watching them do it.
Bhola had just climbed into the bed, spread my wife's legs open and pushed his hard cock into Neetu's pussy. She grunted loudly at the swift invasion.
"Oh memsaab. You are already so wet!" Bhola exclaimed. "It sure feels good stretching your tight little twat! You are a proper slut."
"Oh, I am your slut, Bhola." Neetu answered.
"You talk too much." Bhola grinned. He raised a hand and slapped Neetu twice.
SLAP!
SLAP!
I watched as my wife's legs began to wrap around Bhola's hips and her arms went to his neck.
"I always knew you like it rough, memsaab." Bhola grinned. "You are that Sati Savitri type, but I could see it in your eyes. You like the big, strong types taking you, don't you? You are a proper slut, especially when you get slapped."
SLAP!
SLAP!
Neetu didn't deny it. In reply to the slapping, she was pressing her hips hard at Bhola, and her breathing was coming in loud gasps and moans. She was clinging to him with all of her strength.
SLAP!
SLAP!
I had my cock out, and as my wife began to orgasm, I too started to shoot my own load. It was surreal standing outside every night listening to my wife getting fucked by our servant. And getting the fucking of her life.
"AAAHHHHHH!" I heard Bhola moan. I knew by his grunting that he was now cumming, and Neetu was stroking his back as he enjoyed his orgasm.
Sometimes I wondered if Bhola was stretching my wife's cunt beyond recovery with all that sex. When Neetu and I had sex, she would sometimes jokingly say that she could hardly feel my tiny dick. I mostly worked from home, but whenever I would go to the office, I knew Bhola had his dick buried inside my wife. It kept me turned on all day at work to think of what he was doing to her in my absence. Whenever I was out of the house, it seemed Neetu's mouth and cunt and ass were open for business, however and wherever Bhola wanted them.
One thing about Bhola. He certainly had stamina, energy, and amazing recuperative powers. Every night, he would fuck my wife at least thrice, including once in the ass. Sometimes she would give him a blowjob too. And the time he spent with my wife every night was getting longer and longer, and Neetu started going to his room earlier and earlier. Soon he was fucking my wife, over and over, from 11 at night until the wee hours of the morning.
Despite all that sex, Neetu was not becoming pregnant.
"It's OK, darling." She told me after the third month, when she once again had her period. "These things can take time. I have to keep trying."
Bhola's attitude around the house started to change also. He was becoming more assertive, and less obedient and respectful, towards me. He always seemed to have a smirk on him. It was as if he was enjoying the fact that I was in the house and he was still fucking my wife behind my back, making her cum haplessly all the time.
He would often mock me even as he was fucking Neetu.
"Does sahib make you cum like this, memsaab?" He asked Neetu one night, when she was sitting on his rod, shuddering as her body went through an intense orgasm. In reply my wife wrapped her arms around him and kissed him for a full minute.
"No, my dear Bhola." She answered. "You are so much more of a man than my husband. You do things to me that he can never do."
"I slap you." Bhola grinned. "And I spank your ass, memsaab."
Once again my wife kissed him.
"Bhola." She replied. "As long as you fuck me like this, you can do anything you want to me. I am your slut. Slap me. Spank me."
I even spotted them doing it during the daytime, once or twice. Once I had gone to the kitchen, and I guess they hadn't heard me come down the stairs. I heard some moaning and groaning coming from the kitchen, so I tiptoed and peered in. Neetu was at the sink, her nightie rolled up, and her panties pulled down, and Bhola was shoving his huge erection in and out of my wife's asshole! I stood there, stroking myself, watching my servant take my wife in the butt. She even cleaned his cock with her mouth after he came in her ass!
When the fifth month came and went, Neetu told me that Bhola wanted to expand things in the bedroom.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"He wants to invite his friend to join him. Just for one night, he said. Only for this one night. It's a special occasion for his friend, he said."
"And what did you say?" I questioned her.
Neetu gestured helplessly.
"I said yes." She replied. "I thought, why not? Maybe it will actually help Bhola impregnate me. So that's why I said, why not?"
Why not indeed?
* * *
"Now remember," Neetu reminded me. "You are supposed to be completely knocked out asleep. I told Bhola I have given you a strong dose of sleeping pills and you will be fast asleep."
"Yes, I remember." I replied.
"Aw... you are hard." Neetu placed a hand on the lump in my jeans. "My baby is hard, thinking about his wife getting fucked silly by a servant and his friend."
Neetu giggled as she rubbed me.
"Don't worry, my love, your baby's going to take care of you as soon as she gets back."
"Can I at least stand outside the door and listen, Neetu?" I pleaded.
"Well." Neetu bit her lip as she thought about it. "I don't want any risks. So don't go downstairs, but I guess you can hide near the top of the stairs and listen."
"Yes, dear."
We kissed passionately before Neetu had to reluctantly withdraw.
"Wish me luck, darling. I have no idea who this 'friend' of Bhola is. Or what they are planning to do with me."
"Yes, dear. Relax and enjoy yourself. Just remember to use a condom."
"Yes, my love."
Just for a moment I wondered where we had come in six months. Six months ago, I was the only man my wife had ever been with. Now, I had just permitted my wife to go and get fucked by two horny lower class servant men. Knowing those type, they were probably looking forward to gang banging her, violently fucking such a prime high-class lady (a gori chitti mem) her in all of her holes. And I was telling her, relax and enjoy.
Neetu left the room. She didn't shut the door behind her. A moment later, I slowly tiptoed out of the room and made me way to the stairs.
The house was pitch dark. I stood near the foyer in front of the stairs, flattened myself against the wall in the shadows, and strained my eyes. I could see Neetu at the foot of the stairs, waiting. A hall light came on, and I could see Bhola now walk towards Neetu.
They hugged. I could feel an acute sense of shame as I saw Bhola's hands go around my wife's body and squeeze her fleshy buttocks. He then pressed his lips against my wife's juicy lips and they French kissed for a long time. His hands were now roaming all over her body, paying particular homage to her jiggling breasts.
"So," Neetu playfully asked Bhola once they stopped kissing. "What's the plan, Bhola? What are we doing tonight? Are you fucking me first or we are waiting for your friend? When is this friend coming? Let's go, I am excited!"
Bhola's response shocked me. It must have stunned Neetu as well. He slapped her hard, twice.
SLAP!
SLAP!
The sound of his hand meeting my beautiful wife's cheeks ricocheted through the empty house like pistol shots. Here was my servant, a man who lived in my house and fed on my scraps, treating the love of my life like a two-dollar whore.
SLAP!
"Memsaab!" Bhola roared and slapped her again. "I told you this will all happen my way. Don't think you can order me around now as well after ordering me around all day! You were particularly hard on me all day."
"No, no, I am not." I could see Neetu fighting back tears as she tried to find an excuse. "Of course not, Bhola. I am so sorry, Bhola."
"Come." Bhola wrapped an arm around Neetu's waist, his arm resting on her bare skin. "Let's go. Tonight you will be a proper slut. A kaamwaali bazaari aurat."
"Yes, Bhola."
Bhola was leading my wife to his room. His hand was on her waist, and occasionally strayed down to my wife's butt. Once or twice, he pinched Neetu's butt cheeks slightly. Once they were near his door, he then turned to her.
"Memsaab," He told Neetu, cupping one of her breasts, and getting absolutely no resistance from my wife. "My friend will soon be here. I have told him both you and sahib are away, so he doesn't know you will be here. I told him to come and watch some movie with me, so he has absolutely no idea what we have planned."
"Yes, Bhola." Neetu spoke very deferentially. She already seemed very aroused at the way he was man handling her and his complete and total control of her.
"Now let's go inside. When he is here, I will go get him." Bhola said.
"Do I know him?" Neetu asked.
"I think," Bhola laughed, "You will be surprised also as to who he is."
I watched as the two entered Bhola's room. I wanted to follow them and listen outside their door, but Neetu had expressly forbidden me. Should I go outside the house by the window? It could be dangerous, but I wanted to see!
I decided to take a chance. This 'friend' would come any time through the front door, so I quickly crept to the kitchen, and opened the back door. Making sure there was no one in the yard, I quietly stepped out and gently shut the door. Sticking to the wall and the shadows, I crawled my way towards the side of the house where Bhola's room was, and his window.
"Good, you are there!" I suddenly heard a noise and froze. It was Bhola!
He was talking to someone who was at the front door! Pure good luck that I had decided to exit through the rear door, otherwise I would have been caught. I tried to peer through the bushes and get a good look at the 'friend'.
It was Bashir, the watchman who patrols our neighborhood! He was supposed to be at the gates, and here he was, in our house, meeting our servant.
"Any trouble getting your manager to cover for you, Bashir bhai?" Bhola was asking him.
"Not today." Bashir grinned. "Tomorrow is Halloween, and we have to do double shifts. With all that trick or treating here in the community, and these parties. So today my manager was a little relaxed. As long as I am back in two hours, I should be good."
"Good. Now come inside, Bashir bhai."
The two entered my house, and Bhola shut the front door. I immediately ran, stealthily, to Bhola's window. I didn't want to peer in yet, but curiosity got the better of me. Thankfully it was a cloudy night, with no moon, so it was quite dark. There was a small lamp inside Bhola's room, and it was lit, so I could see inside clearly from the shadows, without them spotting me outside.
Neetu wasn't inside! I rubbed my eyes and looked in again. Where was she? I looked around, and the small exhaust window nearby caught my attention. There was a light in the washroom that Bhola used, next to his room. Neetu must be there. Bhola must have hidden her in the washroom as a surprise for his friend.
Bhola's room had a study table in a corner with a chair. I had given him that to do some studies in his off time, and a small used laptop, which was now on the table. Bashir got in and made himself comfortable on that chair at the table.
"Do you have some fresh porn?" He asked, as he pressed a button to bring the laptop out of the sleep mode.
"I got something even better." Bhola grinned. I saw him at the door, wave to someone - probably Neetu.
I was right.
Bashir was now at the chair, surfing the internet on the laptop, when Neetu entered the room. He jumped up as soon as he saw my wife, and his face was as white as a ghost.
"Memsaab!" Bashir exclaimed. He was shivering, the poor man. "Bhola said that you..."
"Bashir bhai!" My wife was surprised to see him there. "What are you doing here? Are you the friend? I thought..."
Before Neetu could complete her question she felt a hard smack on her buttocks.
SMACK!
Bhola had spanked my wife hard on her bottom.
SMACK!
"Bhola!" Bashir was aghast at seeing Bhola spank Neetu, a housewife in this gated community, and one of the people that paid his salary. "What are you doing? She is your malkin."
Bhola started to laugh. He walked behind my wife and hugged her from behind, his hands resting on top of her blouse, on her chest and squeezing her boobs.
"Hear that, memsaab? You are a very respectable malkin." He laughed while groping Neetu's breasts and patting her buttocks.
Neetu stood still, not knowing what to do even as Bhola continued to molest her.
"You seem puzzled, Bashir bhai." Bhola grinned, as he tweaked my wife's breasts.
"I... I..." Bashir seemed lost for words.
"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola's voice was very dominant. "Turn around and face me. And kneel down on the floor."
"Bhola!" Bashir was once again aghast, seeing Bhola order my wife around like that. To his surprise, my wife nodded and turned around to face Bhola.
"Yes, Bhola." She obediently went down on her knees, and then looked up expectantly, waiting. Bhola patted her cheeks. I knew what was coming.
SLAP!
Bhola had raised a hand and calmly struck my wife sharply across her face.
"Bhola!" Bashir was aghast. "What are you doing?"
Bhola paid him no heed and raised his hand again.
SLAP!
"You see, Bashir bhai, your malkin is a slut. A nice, fine, slut." Bhola answered, as he struck my wife across her face again.
SLAP!
"She pretends to be a high class memsaab when all she is... is a slut. A slut that needs to be fucked every day."
SLAP!
Neetu's cheeks were now very red. She was biting her lip, but gamely she hung on as my servant continued to slap her.
SLAP!
"She has been coming to my bed almost every night." Bhola continued. "For the last four to five months. Pretty much every night."
SLAP!
"And I have been fucking her every night for these months. Even as her husband, the cuckold, sleeps upstairs, unaware of his wife's debauchery."
SLAP!
"She's a married lady, but she has no shame coming here to get fucked properly by me. Her mere servant."
SLAP!
Bhola patted Neetu's cheeks.
"And today... I want to share this slut with you." Bhola then walked over to Bashir. "It's Halloween tomorrow, Bashir bhai, so I am just giving you an advance candy."
Suddenly it was all clear. These people, the servant, and the watchman, who didn't partake in our rich people's festivals like Halloween, was now going to have a party, and my wife was the party treat. The "candy". Neetu was going to be Bhola's gift to Bashir. He, a mere night watchman, was going to have sex with one of the malkins of the community, and that too in her own house.
"Memsaab." Bhola ordered my wife, patting her cheeks again. "Please stand up and get on the bed. And get on all fours. I want you on the bed like a dog."
"Yes, Bhola."
Neetu did as he asked, with her hips pointing towards Bhola and her face towards Bashir.
"Now, Bashir," Bhola said with great fanfare. "Let us unwrap this slutty candy."
Bhola removed his own pants and underwear. His giant cock, half erect, immediately jumped out into view. He seemed to have no qualms about getting naked in front of Bashir, and Bashir didn't seem to be fazed either. It seemed to me that they had done this before - share a woman between them. Except that this time, instead of some hooker, the woman they were sharing was my wife.
Bhola climbed into the bed. He reached below my wife's stomach and undid the knot of the sash that held her nightie together. He then rolled up the nightie, so it was at her waist, showing her small panty and her big ass.
Then Bhola dug the fingers of both of his hands into my wife's panties and pulled them down to her thighs. Neetu's ass and cunt were now exposed, and I could see Bashir was now softly stroking his crotch area, watching his friend strip my wife.
Without a word, Bhola slid his cock into my wife's pussy from the rear.
"She's so wet, the slut." Bhola announced, and I could see Neetu blush. Without further ado, Bhola started to fuck my wife like a dog.
"Oh, Bhola." Neetu murmured helplessly as she started to rock her body in rhythm to our servant fucking her.
Bashir by this time had recovered his sense and stood in front of my wife. His fly was unzipped.
"Memsaab." He commanded. "Pull down my pants."
Even as my wife was getting fucked in the rear, she looked up at the watchman and nodded. With one hand she got his pants down, exposing his penis. It was big and long, but not as long as Bhola's, and nowhere as thick.
Bashir climbed into the bed and knelt in front of Neetu. He then patted my wife on her cheeks, just like he had seen Bhola do. My wife looked up at him.
SLAP!
Bashir had slapped her!
"You will take my cock in your mouth, memsaab." He said and slapped her again.
SLAP!
Neetu nodded quickly. She opened her lips and took Bashir's cock hungrily into her mouth, licking and slurping as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft.
"OOOOOH YES! Memsaab!" Bashir let out a long groan as Neetu started sucking on his cock.
I watched the love of my life getting treated so roughly by two low class men. Usually Bhola stripped her fully nude before fucking her, but this time my wife's nightie was still bunched around her hips and her panties at her thighs. Bhola kept ramming into her cunt and Bashir kept his cock inside her lips. I could see from my wife's shuddering body that Neetu was experiencing an orgasm, but her usual moans and yelps were muffled by Bashir's cock stuffed into her mouth.
Bashir held Neetu's hair in his fist, pulling her head up and down on his erection.
"OOOOH, memsaab! That feels so good." He grunted. "Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm loving it, memsaab."
Neetu's head was bobbing as she sucked Bashir in and out of her mouth. She was moaning with pleasure, but again the noises were muffled since she had his cock in her mouth.
"Her tits are so firm." Bashir exclaimed, as he reached out and roughly tweaked Neetu's breasts.
"And her ass is pretty good too." Bhola said. "Proper memsaab ass."
As Bashir watched, Bhola inserted one, then two, and then a third finger in her anus. He then took them out and raised his hand. As Bashir watched, getting his cock sucked by my wife, Bhola brought his hand down and struck my wife loudly on her buttocks.
SPANK!
I could see Bashir was now beginning to climax as his body started to shudder. It was clear that Neetu's lips were too much for him and he wasn't going to last long.