SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
After giving my wife a few tight slaps, Bhola then resumed the fucking as he continued to plough into my wife.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
He was humping her fast now as Neetu gamely hung on.
"Ungh! Ungh! Oh Bhola!" My wife was moaning louder and louder now. "Cum in me, Bhola! Please! I beg you!"
Creak! Squeak!
The bed continued to creak as Bhola continued to bang her, even as my wife began yet another orgasm.
"Aaah! Aaaaah! Oh YES! OH FUCK! Aaaaah!"
Neetu kept grunting. The bedsprings were squeaking furiously as she received Bhola's thrusts. The bed was now hitting the wall hard, and the springs sounded as if they were going to break.
Creak! Squeak!
Creak! Squeak!
"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola spoke. "I am going to cum. I am going to make you pregnant. Again."
SMOOCH!
I heard my wife loudly and sloppily plant some kisses on our servant.
There was silence. I reasoned that Bhola was now cumming inside my wife. Again, I wondered if he wore a condom - probably not. He was balls deep inside my wife, ejaculating into her womb. I wondered where in the menstrual cycle Neetu was.
If you think Sahil now deserves a brother or a sister, I could cuckold you again ...
Neetu was now silent, letting out the occasional grunt as Bhola flexed his buttocks from time to time, pumping more and more of his seed inside her. I then heard her kiss our servant again.
SMOOCH!
"Oh, Bhola. Oh, my love." Neetu was moaning, even as Bhola continued to pump his semen into her. "I love you. Oh, that was amazing. Even after all these years, no one fucks me like you do."
"Wait until your holiday is over, memsaab." Bhola laughed. "I will make sure you forget about your husband's little dick ... forever! What a cuckold! Sleeping in the next room blissfully while I fuck his slut wife here on my bed! Oh, I am going to enjoy these two weeks with you, my randi!"
"Oh Bhola!" My wife moaned. "I love you! I love you ... so ... so much!"
Neetu did not immediately return to our room. My jet lag meant I was now wide awake, and it was a long night.
Three more times over the next two hours, I waited patiently on the bed while hearing my dear wife's yells of passionate struggle and pleasure. The sounds of one orgasm blended into the next. Oh, how I wish I was the one whose cock was inside her, holding Neetu tightly as she squirmed under me! But I wasn't the one with my cock inside Neetu. It was Bhola, and who could blame him! For so long Neetu had enjoyed romantic sex with me. Now Bhola was giving her the rough sex that she really craved for.
Despite her age and being a mother and all the extra weight, my wife Neetu was still one spunky lady, and anyone who could fuck her was a lucky man. For so long I was the only man with that luck. Now Bhola was with her, and no doubt this villager was fucking my high-class Canadian wife senseless by now, taking full enjoyment from my wife's body.
I did not know when I fell asleep again, my own cum soiling my boxers. Neetu was still not back when I had gone back to dreamland. I had to wonder if I would get to fuck my own wife during this vacation. It was déjà vu. Another man was cumming inside my wife. I was cumming on my hand.
* * *
The next morning I woke up late - around 11 am. My sleep cycle was all messed up. I got up and looked beside me. Neetu wasn't there.
Suddenly the door to our room opened, and my wife walked in.
She looked divine. She had just taken a shower, and her hair was still wet, and wrapped in a towel, and she was trying to rub and dry the hair. She was wearing a blouse and a petticoat, with her tummy and waist bare and exposed.
"Good morning sleepyhead." She smiled at me, still fluffing her hair with the tower. "Or should I say, good afternoon, my love."
"If you greet me like that," I said, taking in the sight of my sexy wife, "Every day is a good morning!"
"Oh, you!" Neetu laughed. "You need to get up and take a shower. Hurry up, because your mother just called. We must go to the zamindar residence - they still have breakfast waiting for us. Soon it will be time for lunch!"
"Oh, ok." I got up and stretched. Grabbing my toothbrush, I headed to the toilet. As I walked by Neetu, I gave her a firm squeeze on her waist, pinching her love handles.
"Ouch!" Neetu yelped. "What's gotten into you, babe?"
"Are you not wearing the sari, my love?" I asked. "After all, Bhola could be outside. And here you are, dressed in just a petticoat and blouse."
"He is outside, my dear husband," Neetu grinned and turned around and blew me a kiss. "And don't forget, he has seen a lot more of your wife than this."
"Well, still ..." I tried to insist.
"Oh ... one more thing." Neetu gave me a mischievous smile. "He had me. Already. Last night. He fucked me ... um ... actually ... um ... several times."
I looked at her, pretending to be shocked, and my jaw dropping. Of course, I knew what she had done last night, but here she was, shamelessly admitting it. At least she was an honest slut. Neetu walked towards me and stroked my crotch.
"You are hard." She stated. "Being a cuckold turns you on, my love."
I cast my eyes down, humiliated and ashamed. She was right, of course.
"My pussy is going to belong to him this vacation, my love." My wife grinned, as she continued to stroke me. "Wow ... you are getting harder. I guess you want me to go to bed again with him? Be his slut?"
I remained standing there, unable to say a word.
"I can't wait for tonight." Neetu grinned, as she caressed my manhood. "I can do things to him ... I love the feeling of being used by him. He is just so different from you. He was fucking me right next door, and you were sleeping in this room ... oh it felt so naughty ... and it was so good! Oh, my goodness! You are rock hard, babe!"
There was no denying it. I was fully aroused.
"Does it turn you on?" Neetu grinned. "To think of all the things I did with him."
"Err ..." I had nothing to say.
"My love." Neetu kissed my cheek, while still rubbing me. "Go and take the shower. We will talk about this later. Try not to be too humiliated tonight as he fucks me again."
It was so cruel; she had fired me up and now was leaving me with some blue balls.
"Yes, my dear."
As I stepped out of the room, I knew I would have to meet (and talk with) Bhola. I heard him whistling in the small kitchen. He turned around when he heard the door close to our room.
"Sahib! Good morning!" Bhola greeted me as soon as he saw me. "I already boiled some water and put it in the bucket, so the water is hot and ready for your bath."
"Thank you, Bhola." I replied.
My emotions and feelings were confused as I talked with him, now with the knowledge that this man had actually (again) fucked my wife all night. He must have emptied his cum into her pussy at least three times last night, giving her orgasm after orgasm as I laid in my bed, rubbing my own cock. My wife still had that dreamy well fucked look on her face. And Bhola? He had a smile that seemed to be fixed on him for the rest of the day.
"How long were you in Dubai, Bhola?" I asked him.
"Almost immediately after I left your employment, sahib," Bhola told me. "I was in Dubai for around three years. It was very hot, sahib, I had to work outside in the fields. And I lived in the labour camp, sahib. Outside the city. All men."
"So, no women?" I grinned, as I gathered my materials for my bath. "Must have been a boring three years for you, Bhola."
Bhola gave me a strange look.
"Well, sahib. I needed the money." He remarked. "But eventually I returned to India ... and then I worked at Mrs. Gill's for some time."
So Bhola had gone back to Mrs. Gill. I wondered what sort of "work" he did for her.
"And then I was in Kolkata for some time." Bhola continued. "And now back in our village, resting for a bit. I have some money saved ... and you know Manav sahib ... he gave me some money too. His family is very generous, sahib. They helped my younger brother with his studies too. Sabbir anna, and some other villagers, they also helped when I was in Dubai, looking after my family here."
"So now that you are back in the village, what are you planning to do?" I asked, and then almost added, "Besides my wife, that is."
"I am thinking of opening a shop here." Bhola answered. "Maybe a small convenience store ... or a dhaba."
"Good for you, Bhola." I told him. "I am glad you are making something of your life, despite your lack of education."
"Manav sahib's family is very generous, but it is also due to you and memsaab, sahib." Bhola said. "You both took care of me when I needed, right after the flood. And your wife - memsaab - also showed so much love and affection towards me. It is she who gave me the confidence. She always encouraged me to achieve more that what I thought was possible."
"No, it is your hard work, Bhola." I replied. "We can only help so much."
"Sahib, it is you and the kindness of memsaab." Bhola insisted. "She took such good care of me. I was a young man when I started working at your place, and memsaab treated me like family. I never felt like a servant in your house. She showed me great love, an openness, and gave me confidence."
Was it my imagination or did Bhola have a smug look of arrogance as he made small talk with me, especially when he talked about Neetu? Maybe he was showing me up - he was telling my indirectly that my wife was his and he was her man, and I could do nothing about it. Or maybe I was reading too much into his smile.
I quickly ended the conversation and entered the bathroom to take the shower.
Bhola had made his intentions clear. He intended to fuck my wife every night, and Neetu was up for it. He also planned for some friends of his to fuck her, all in that room next door. I just had to plan it properly, so it was discreet. That meant going to bed early and staying there the whole night. This way my wife's adultery could be restricted to our hut, and no one would find out.
After the shower, I found Bhola had already left. He was needed at the main house for servant duties. I went to my room to get ready; we had to go there as well for breakfast. As I got ready, I asked my wife to recount what happened last night.
"Do you really want to know, babe?" Neetu asked. "Isn't it enough to know he just ... had ... me? Why must I torture you further with the details of how your servant banged your wife? It makes me feel ... cheap."
"I need to know." I asserted. "We ... are ... doing things that are risky. Once again. There must be complete openness ... between us."
"Very well." Neetu wasn't convinced, but she knew when not to argue. Another good quality of her. She was a good wife, even if she was slutty.
"I had gotten up last night to pee." She began her story. "I don't remember the exact time ... maybe 1 or 1.30 in the morning. After urinating ... and it was a long pee ... oh my goodness ... I decided to go to the kitchen and see if there is something to eat. I walked out and saw Bhola. He had also gotten up and was getting a glass of water."
Neetu sat on the edge of the bed, clasped her hands together and continued.
"Bhola insisted on making me tea. He also made a cup for himself. I had freshened up by then, so we both sat there, having our tea, and just talking. We were reminiscing, of course, of old times."
"What exactly did you talk about, when you say, 'old times'?" I asked, somewhat drily.
"Well, idhar udhar ki baate, you know. Yada yada yada." My wife gave me a look and sighed. "And yes, we did talk about sex. I mean, I had to tell him I missed him. He asked about Sahil. I was very careful ... I told him you had a treatment in USA and Sahil was our child - me and yours."
So Bhola was once again enquiring about Sahil, I realized. Maybe he was putting two and two together. What did he tell Neetu last night?
I am going to cum. I am going to make you pregnant. Again.
"Did you tell him you were on birth control when you were having an affair with him?" I asked Neetu. That was another thing she was supposed to tell Bhola.
"Yes, I did." Neetu nodded. "I told Bhola that I was on birth control when I was with him. Then he asked me if I was on birth control now."
My eyes narrowed. "And what did you say?"
"That's when ... when I looked at the clock, I realized a whole hour had gone by." Neetu replied. "So, I didn't really answer him. I wanted to go back to bed and try to sleep again, so I stood up. This is when Bhola asked me if he could give me a kiss, for old time's sake."
"He wanted to kiss you?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, he asked if he could kiss me." Neetu repeated. "I thought for a bit, and said, why not. After all, I thought he just wanted to give me a peck on the cheek. I was surprised when he hugged me tight and pressed his lips against mine. I didn't say anything, because after all he did ask my permission. As he kissed me, his hands moved all over my back, before finally resting on my buttocks."
Of course, her buttocks.
"Some kiss." I muttered, but Neetu ignored me.
"He told me, 'Memsaab'." She continued. "He was squeezing my butt cheeks as he said, 'Memsaab, your buttocks have grown a little bigger. You have put on a little weight, but it looks good on you.' I blushed and didn't know what to say. He kept on kissing me and I responded. I couldn't help it - he's a great kisser. My tongue was in his mouth when I felt him unbutton my blouse from the back. I then immediately froze and asked him to stop."
"Did he?" I asked.
"He did, but only just. 'Memsaab, please.' He was pleading." Neetu answered. "He praised my breasts, saying 'You have the most perfect breasts I remember. Now they seem to be bigger; I must see them!' I didn't know what to do, so I let him do what he wanted as he kissed me again and he took off my blouse. And he was kissing and sucking me just under my chin. You know how much I like it. Before I knew it, my bra was on the floor and I was there, standing, breasts out. He was playing with my tits and making me moan."
"What happened then?" I asked. My wife gave a shrug.
"He took my hand." She replied. "We both knew what was going to happen, so none of us said anything. He took me to his room and closed the door. We hugged and kissed again, and this time my hand was inside his pajamas, playing with his penis, squeezing and stroking it. He was hard and erect. As he kissed me, I couldn't help but murmur, 'Oh Bhola! How I missed you!' He knew, of course."
Neetu paused. Her breathing was becoming rapid now. It was clear that even recounting last night's incidents was turning her on.
"He kept on praising my boobs." She said. "He would say, 'Oh, your boobs, memsaab. I had forgotten how perfect they were. Now they are even bigger!' We were soon naked, both of us, and got into bed. He was pressing and squeezing and kissing me all over. He just knew what to do. I think I was having my first ... or second ... orgasm by then. And he kept praising me! My beautiful tits! And you know how I love his compliments ... and so ... then we ... made ... love. He had me. He took me. Completely. Fully."
"If you have sex with anyone who compliments you ..." I remarked drily.
"Oh, honey!" Neetu rolled her eyes. "You know it's not like that. It's Bhola. And ... he was good. As before. I ... I really didn't know ... how to stop. We just had sex ... and it was very good. He made ... cum ... so many times, and he just kept going. Still ... he has that stamina of old! I don't remember how many times he fucked me last night!"
Neetu carefully omitted how Bhola had called me a "little dicked cuck". She also omitted, as she used to always, the fact that Bhola slapped her.
"Did you make him wear a condom?" I asked. Neetu shook her head.
"No, my love." She admitted. "I ... I wanted to ... feel him inside me. And ... I know I asked you for a one-time fling hall pass ... but this will be every night, my love. I want his sperm. I want him to fill me up. You know ... we decided ... maybe it's time ... Sahil had a younger sibling ... maybe ..."
When did WE decide that?
Her voice trailed off. I glanced at my watch.
"We better get going." I commented, still in a huff. "Or we will miss breakfast."
"Ah, my cuckold is jealous." Neetu teased me. "Don't worry, my love. It's only a couple of weeks. Try to go to bed early, my darling. That way ... you don't have to listen to another man fuck your wife ... all night long!"
* * *
It was three nights later.
Sometime around 3 or 3.30 am, I woke up. I was in my bed. I turned around to see that Neetu was no longer beside me. I got up. It was pitch dark, but slowly my eyes got used to the darkness. I glanced towards the side table.
In the drawer of the side table, I knew there was a capsule there. It was a capsule of sleeping pills. Bhola had given them to Neetu. She was supposed to feed me one in my evening cup of tea every day. That way, every night, I would have a sound sleep and would not be a bother to whatever Bhola was planning to do with Neetu.
Of course, Neetu had laughingly told all this to me. Since I was, in her words, a "willing cuckold", I didn't need the pills.
"Honey, just make sure you stay in the room and don't bother us, ok?" She had instructed me. I had nodded understandingly. I did not want to 'bother' her at all.
Right now, curiosity got the better of me. Not heeding my wife's instructions, I gently, very quietly, opened the door to our room and got out into the common hallway. Bhola's room's door was not fully closed also, and I could hear the noises coming from there. I walked over, very quietly, to his door.
This was our fourth night in the village.
The day after the first night, the festivities of Nichayathartham, or the engagement, had been a blast. Everyone had a great time. We spent the day with Sahil and my little boy was enjoying the colours and the sounds and the food. The small temple for the prayer ceremony was close by, and afterwards there was dinner and a small music session.
The Pandha Kaal Nadudhal or the bamboo pole ceremony had gone well also. Now we had two days till Gauri Pooja, and then another two days for the Haldi. We were really enjoying the vacation - especially on the days when there were no events. All of us cousins went out exploring the village, having fun swimming at the pond, or by the river side, and of course the food was great, as always.
Neetu was always a bit tired, of course, yawning from time to time.
"What's the matter, Bhabhi?" Manav asked once. "Are you still suffering from jet lag?"
"Oh yes." Neetu gave me a look and then answered Manav. "This time it's really bad."
"Hmm." Another of our older cousins, Sita, suddenly gave us a look and burst into a grin. "Or maybe Gopal is ... bothering ... her a little bit too much at night."
"What are you saying!" I blushed bright red, as did Neetu, and my other cousins teased us even more.
"Oh, come on." Sita laughed. "Your son is at your parents, you two have the hut to yourselves, far from us ..."
"So that's why when I put them in the hut, they didn't complaint too much!" Even Manav joined in the fun. "Smart couple!"
"You are funny." I tried to shrug it off, even as others laughed. Neetu was blushing a deep crimson red. My wife always blushed easily.