We kissed again.
SMOOCH!
"As I suck his cock," Neetu continued, as she started to stroke me again. "I want to look up and see you in the room. This is what you have craved for also. Yes, I need a real cock, but you also want to see ME enjoy a real man! I will get as much pleasure from Bhola's cock as I will from watching you masturbate and stroke your little peepee, because I know you will feel the joy every cuckold craves. And I long to see that. It is inevitable. I hope you understand. My dear cuckold."
"Darling." I croaked. "Bhola has no idea that I know. If he finds out ..."
"So what?" Neetu shrugged. "Instead of staying back in the bedroom like a pervert and sending your own wife to 'cheat' on you, I want you to get your hands dirty as well. You must own up to his fantasies in front of my bull. It is time you accepted the fact that Bhola is the real man in our married life, and you are just a mere cuckold."
"Really?"
"Yes. Next time, I want you to be there. I want you to masturbate while you watch him fuck me. I want you to see up close how much I love his big cock!" Neetu gushed. "I want you in the room, to hear me moan, to see my toes curl, and watch me cum as I get fucked, over and over again. I want you to see, physically up close, another man put his dick in my mouth. I want you to SEE him cum all over your pretty wife's face."
I couldn't contain myself anymore. I climbed onto her, and with one push I had plunged my hardness into her. I was by now so aroused by our talk, that I knew I wouldn't last long, nor did I try to. A couple of strokes and I exploded in my wife. Neetu casually stroked and caressed my buttocks as I continued to empty my cum into her.
"My love." She asked me again, repeating herself, patting my ass even as I lay there, catching my breath. "It took just a few seconds for you to cum inside me. And it was because you are thinking of Bhola fucking your wife. I think that it is time that you accept Bhola is my bull, and you are my cuckold husband. Tell me ... do you accept him as a superior man?"
"Er ... yes, I do, my love."
"Do you promise to share me, your wife, with Bhola, our servant, and participate in our sexual adventures in India?"
There was only one answer I could give that would make my dear wife happy.
"I do, my love." I replied, not meaning it in the slightest. "I do."
As I slowly found myself getting aroused again, I lifted myself off my wife.
"So," Neetu looked at me, her eyes twinkling. "When are you going to call him? And tell Bhola?"
"Now?" I asked incredulously.
"Why not?" Neetu asked, as she casually brushed my penis with her toes.
"Not now." I pleaded, trying to think. "We might ... I don't know ... scare him off. I can tell him in India. Slowly... naturally ..."
"Hmm." I could see that Neetu wasn't too convinced. "Are you trying to get off the hook and make me the batchalan aurat again?"
"No ... no." I shook my head, lying earnestly. "I promise I will come out to Bhola. Let's go to India first."
"Remember, jaanu," Neetu reminded me gently. "I won't make a move this time without any effort from you. I can control myself from getting pounded by my favorite bull, but will you be able to resist the temptation of watching me be taken by his long, thick cock, my dear cuckold?"
I gulped. This was the moment I realized that our marriage was changing. Again. It was now clear that my wife was now establishing herself as the boss in our marriage and setting new guidelines to our evolving sexual relationship. So why was I agreeing to this?
My wife was a good woman. She made my dick hard, not my life. She knew of my imperfections, and still chose to love me.
"Even after Bhola soils me with his cum," Neetu continued, "Do you promise to reclaim me as your loyal wife? Do you promise to defend my honour even as I am called a fallen woman, a randi, and another man's cum is leaking out from in between my thighs?"
"Yes, my love, I do. I am your cuckold. I love you. I will obey you."
"You realize Bhola may start to openly mock you." Neetu warned me. "He may even decide he wants to share me ... again. Perhaps with ... oh I don't know ... your cousin Manav."
Why did she bring up Manav? Did she know that I knew ... that he fucked her?
"I ... I understand, my dear."
Neetu raised an eyebrow at my lack of reaction to Manav's name being dropped but didn't say anything for a bit.
"Our marriage will now be forever changed on his holiday, Gopal." She finally said after a couple of minutes. "I will never again be just your wife. I will be a slut wife, and you my cuckold husband, and Bhola my bull."
"Er ... yes, my love."
"I am sure Bhola will relish the new role." Neetu murmured, almost to herself. "He will want to take charge. You will be subject to some serious humiliation, Gopal."
Neetu then closed her lips around mine, and we kissed for some time. Surprisingly, in less than twenty minutes, I found myself ready to go again. And so was Neetu. I guess me being a cuckold, and Neetu a cuckold's wife, suited us as a married couple.
At least that is what I told myself. If only I knew what I was getting into.
* * *
"I hope things are comfortable for you two, sahib." Bhola told us, even as his eyes once again glanced furtively at my wife.
It was the first week of June, and it was very hot in Pune. We had just arrived today afternoon from Chennai and Bhola was there to greet us at the condo - the agent had let him in that morning. We have rented this nice condo for out stay here. Bhola had cleaned up and prepared a nice meal for us.
The whole day he had followed Neetu around the apartment like a besotted puppy. Neetu, to my amusement, coldly rebuffed any jokes or innuendo Bhola was making, and seemed to play the role of a chaste housewife busy with unpacking after the trip.
It was now nighttime, and still hot. I had forgotten how hot it could get in Pune in June. We were in our bedroom and Bhola was helping me take a look at the air conditioner unit. We finally got it set up and blasting cool air.
"This A/C will only work in our bedroom, and there is one more in the living room." Neetu complained. "The kitchen will always be hot."
"It's an older condominium complex, memsaab." Bhola replied. "That's why it's so large, but they don't have central air conditioning here. But we can get some fans. At least now you can sleep comfortably."
"Do you have an air conditioner in your room?" Neetu asked Bhola. "Is it working?"
"Yes, memsaab." Bhola nodded, and then added with a subtle emphasis, "It's as comfortable in my bedroom as it is here in yours, memsaab."
"But not in the kitchen." My wife sighed, completely ignoring yet another of his innuendos. "I have to spend the time there the most, and it doesn't have any cooling!"
"Why don't you wear your nightgowns!" I suddenly had an idea. "The satin ones - you know - you wear in our home back in Canada. You brought them, right? They should keep you cool and comfortable, instead of this heavy sari you are wearing. You are at home, babe!"
Neetu made a face at me.
"Those ones!" She scoffed. "They leave nothing to the imagination!"
"Oh, what are you worried about!" I insisted. "Bhola is like our family ... and besides he has surely seen you in those nightgowns before!"
And not to mention, a lot less!
"Maybe I should leave." Bhola coughed. "I have to tidy up in the kitchen."
"No, wait." I turned to my wife. "Remember Neetu, when we lived in India, ten years ago, you used to wear those nighties at home that showed off your beautiful legs? Bhola was with us at that time ... and you didn't mind. And I am sure neither did he!"
Neetu blushed a deep red, and I could see Bhola was a bit uncomfortable too. I carried on.
"You also dressed very comfortably around Bhola when it got hot." I reminded her. "You would wear blouse and a petticoat, and no sari! Your full waist and your navel were exposed in front of Bhola, and none of us cared! I know for sure Bhola didn't complain!"
Once again Neetu blushed even more, and Bhola shuffled uncomfortably.
"Look." I tried to reason with Neetu. "I don't want the heatwave to make you sick. Inside these walls, you don't have to worry about anyone but us, and I am sure Bhola won't mind!"
I turned to Bhola.
"Bhola, tell me." I cornered him. "Will it bother you if your memsaab wore something more comfortable, maybe a bit more revealing, simply because it is too hot here. After all, we don't view you as an outsider. I don't care if my wife wears a lingerie in front of you."
"Er ... Sahib." Bhola croaked. "It is not my decision."
"Just tell me." I insisted. "If your memsaab wears only a blouse and a petticoat, and no sari, do you mind? Or a very small nightie that is very revealing, but also comfortable?"
"Er ... sahib." Bhola stammered. "This is now your house, and I mean ... this is now her house. If she feels comfortable, she can wear whatever she likes. She should be relaxed, after all. Don't worry about me, sahib. I am just your servant."
I turned to my wife. Neetu sighed, and then gave me a knowing smile.
"Alright, my dear, you have convinced me." She tossed her head. "Of course I am comfortable with Bhola. I know at least he won't ogle my big butt when my nightie rides up my huge ass!"
Poor Bhola! He was so unused to this, and I could see a bulge in his crotch as we spoke.
"Memsaab." He croaked. "You don't have a big ass. I always thought ..."
He shut up suddenly, as if afraid he spoke too much.
"You thought what?" I coaxed Bhola. "Don't worry, Bhola. You are family. Say it. I always told Neetu she has a beautiful butt. It's fleshy, and shapely, but not obscenely big. What do you think, Bhola?"
"Sahib." Bhola rasped. "You are a very lucky man. Memsaab is a very beautiful lady."
"But do you think she has a big butt?" I insisted, and then turned to Neetu. "Dear, can you turn around a bit? Let Bhola see your ass, and he can answer."
Neetu gave me an exasperated look, but then grinned and turned around. She was wearing a sari, but it clung to her back, and the sweat made the sari slip into the crack of her ass.
"Bend over a bit." I commanded Neetu. Neetu once again sighed but complied. She bent over slightly, mooning us.
"There," I turned back to Bhola. "I always told Neetu she does not have a big butt, but she is always so conscious of it. What do you say, Bhola?"
"Er, Sahib." Bhola had a puzzled note in his voice, but he now spoke more clearly. "I always thought memsaab had a very nice shape to her body, including her buttocks. She has a very ... um ... good figure. Her ... um ... ass is shapely, as you said, but attractive."
"There you go." I spoke to Neetu now. "No need to be self conscious, honey."
"Good." Neetu, still bent over, gave a sigh. "Now that you two men have ogled me, objectified me, and commented on my buttocks and its shape and size, can I get up now?"
"Oh, yes, dear."
"Sahib, I need to go clean up the kitchen." Bhola told me.
"Yes, you better tidy up in the kitchen and go to bed." I told him. "It's getting late. We need to sleep too."
"Er ... yes, sahib." Bhola was only too glad to leave. I closed the door and turned to look at Neetu.
I was so horny that I didn't even wait for my wife to start stripping. I scooped Neetu up in my arms and began to kiss her lips slowly. Her whole body was pressed against me.
"Oh, my love." She murmured softly as I looked into my wife's eyes and kissed her forehead gently. We kissed again as we both lay down on the bed.
I began to unbutton her blouse and kissed her nipples as they came into view. Neetu closed her eyes, and I could feel her body gently start to hum and shiver. I took off my shirt and straddled myself on top of my wife.
"Oh, babe!" Neetu murmured, as she wrapped her own arms around me, and we kissed passionately. "Meri jaan!"
Soon we were both stark naked, and I was rock hard. We had been making out for almost twenty minutes. I looked deeply into my wife's eyes and pushed myself slowly into her.
"Darling." Suddenly Neetu told me, as I tried to push even deeper into her. "Don't cum inside me, please, babe."
"Er ... why?" To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Neetu had never stopped me from ejaculating inside her. With my sperm count, pregnancy was not an issue.
I kissed her, almost biting at her lips, and she too kissed back eagerly. Her body and her hips were moving, even as I rocked against her. A low moan erupted from her, and I felt her body shudder a couple of times. I once again tried to push inside her deep.
"Gopal." Neetu whimpered, almost battling her own orgasm. "Stop!"
I looked at her, a bit surprised, as things were flowing very smoothly between us.
"I ... I want to ... visit Bhola tonight." Neetu pleaded with me. "Please ... don't cum in me. I ... I want to be ... clean for him. Please. You are the cuckold. Respect my wishes."
"Ugh." I was so close, but still, obeying her, I withdrew from her.
My hips started to buckle, and I orgasmed right there, spilling my seed on her thighs. Neetu let me catch my breath, before hugging me tightly and kissing my cheeks.
"Darling, thank you." Neetu whispered to my ear. "Thank you so much! I love you. You're my everything ... you mean the world to me."
We kissed for a long time, and lay there for a while, before Neetu patted my buttocks.
"Darling. My dear cuckold." She instructed, a smile on her lips. "Please clean me. I need to be presentable before I go to my lover!"
"Er ... clean?"
"Get some tissues and clean me up, babe." Neetu clicked her tongue impatiently. "As a cuckold this is going to be your recurring duty, so you should know how to do it."
"Er ... of course."
Getting some tissues, I cleaned her thoroughly. Neetu then got up and put on her clothes. I watched as she put on the petticoat, the panties, and then the bra, blouse and finally the sari. She then turned towards me.
"Tonight, I just want to enjoy myself with Bhola. I will leave the door open to Bhola's room." She told me. "The lights will be off, but you can stand outside and watch quietly, without him knowing."
As I looked at her, Neetu grinned, and then suddenly wrapped her arms around my balls.
"If you want," My wife told me, gently squeezing my testicles. "You can come into the room too. And be our servant, my dear cuckold."
She was taunting me, mocking me to come out to our servant tonight itself as the cuckold. Without saying much more, Neetu left.
I didn't follow immediately. A lot of thoughts were going through my head, each one crashing into the other, and I just wanted to pause and understand what was happening.
I was one of the world's most international cuckolds, I thought ruefully. I had rented a place in another country, across the oceans, and flown there, so another man could fuck my wife every night. What an idiot I was!
And now, I waited. Waited for almost thirty minutes. Waited for the inevitable.
It took a while, but then, once again, I heard those familiar noises. Noises that had been etched into my brain for a long time. Noises that tormented my nightmares every night.
SQUEAK! CREAK!
SQUEAK! CREAK!
The bed in the next room was rocking.
Once more a deep sense of humiliation, embarrassment, shock, as well as arousal, all flooded my system, as I listened to the noises of the bed in my servant's room shaking to and forth.
Slowly I tiptoed out of our room, without making a noise, and then peered into Bhola's room through the slightly ajar door.
Thanks to the dim light that made its way from outside into the room, I could figure out that Neetu was on her back, her legs spread wide. My wife was completely naked, her clothes on the floor, and her large boobs were bouncing happily. Bhola was on top of her, mounting her, and his large cock was slowly spreading my wife's pussy as he entered her.
I stood there by the doorway, my own cock rock hard, watching my servant Bhola continuing to thrust inside my wife.
"Oh, Bhola!" Neetu was moaning loudly. "Mmmmm!"
As always, it was a sight to behold to watch Bhola majestically fuck my hot wife. Equally impressive was to see how well my wife was taking his monster sized cock in and out of her cunt. Bhola, as I have said before, knew how to fuck a married lady, and he had the stamina to match. Right now, he was almost pulling out of Neetu completely, to the edge of the tip, and then with a grunt pushing himself back into my wife's cunt, right up to the balls, so his giant cock was completely buried inside her, and his testicles slapped against her asshole.
Bhola, who was so deferential and polite in my presence, and so docile when my wife would order him in the kitchen, was now a real animal as he powerfully banged my wife.
"Oh Bhola!" Neetu moaned. "I am going to cum again! Oh, Bhola! You make me so wet! You are an animal, Bhola!"
Bhola's response was to pick up the pace, slamming himself down into her tight pussy, over and over again, as my wife convulsed and spasmed, nails digging into the bedsheets. It seemed like she was now orgasming for the third time, and he was yet to ejaculate. Hell ... I was ready to cum watching him bang my wife. Suddenly I realized what Neetu had been telling me about being a cuckold.
Oh, I would love to kiss her right now, as she is being fucked by another man. To have him mock me, taunt me, as he railed my wife ...
"Memsaab." Suddenly Bhola grunted. "I am ready to cum."
"Please put on a condom, Bhola." Neetu's voice was suddenly very brisque and business like. "As I told you."
"Memsaab, please." It was suddenly surreal to watch the usually dominant Bhola plead to Neetu. "I need to cum. Inside you. It is more fun doing it raw like this."
"Put on a condom, Bhola." Neetu repeated, suddenly her voice ice cold. "I enjoy these sessions, Bhola, but I just had my periods, and I am NOT on birth control, and we can't afford any accidents."
Bhola seemed to want to say something, but then thought better of it. There was a sharp sploshing sound as he pulled out of my wife's hole.
"Oh, my dear Bhola." Even as he fumbled with the condom, Neetu lovingly stroked Bhola's turgid and wet cock, ensuring her lover remained hard. "Let me help you."
Neetu helped put the condom on Bhola's cock, and with a powerful grunt, our servant once again plunged into my wife.
"Ready to cum?" Neetu grinned. "In another man's wife? Inside your favourite randi? Again?"
"Oh, memsaab." Bhola rammed into her. "My slut! I wish I could fill you up!"
SMOOCH!
"Just pretend the condom isn't there, Bhola!" Neetu murmured, as she kissed him on his cheek.
Bhola rammed into her again, pounding her.
"OH BHOLA!" Neetu cried out. His face became contorted, and his ass moved fast as he started to ejaculate, slamming into my wife again and again.
"Mmmmm ... Mmmmmmm ..." Neetu was moaning uncontrollably as yet another orgasm took hold of her. Finally, Bhola's his ass stopped jerking like an out-of-control piston, and the two of them stopped moving and moaning.
"Oh, memsaab." Bhola sighed and kissed my wife loudly on the lips.
SMOOCH!
I watched, jealous, as Neetu and Bhola kissed for a long time. He was still balls deep in my wife as he recovered his strength. After a while he pulled himself out of Neetu and they kissed again.