I was almost done cleaning the kitchen when I saw the white
Mercedes SUV pull up in the driveway. My hands started trembling
a little as I wiped the counter top. I looked around to make sure
that everything was upto Maams satisfaction. She liked things to
be spotless. I could not see anything but I knew that did not
mean it wasn’t.  I tried to focus on finishing up the kitchen but
I could feel her presence in the living room even though that was
two rooms over. I poured a glass of water with four ice cubes
just as she liked it and took it in the nice yellow tray with the
teacups painted on it.
I avoided looking at her as I entered the large living room that
had Moroccon style floor seating for the most part and low rise
sofa where ma’am was seated. Her gaze made me nervous and I had
several times spilled stuff because of that. I tried to look
around but could see she was talking to someone on the cellphone
and making plans for a big party next weekend. That normally
meant a lot of work for me over the next few days and
entertaining her group of friends which could get tricky at
times. She tapped her long pink nails with her other hand on the
sofa top as she kept talking about the menu and the décor for the
party. Being here for an year now, I  had picked up enough
English to understand that the party was going to have  a dress
code of black and gray and something about dogs which I could not
quite make out. She motioned me to place the glass on the table
as she continued talking. I bent on my knees to remove her
sneakers and then her socks. She rested one of her feet on the
top of her head as I started to lick of the sweat from her toes.
I moved my tongue as slowly as I could across the length of her
feet  making sure not to hit my teeth because for one I loved
licking her exquisite fee which were so seductively shaped that I
had reached an orgasm just thinking about them several times but
also because depending on her mood, the punishment could be quite
severe. The feet were really sweaty along the ankles but I
enjoyed every minute of licking that sweat across and around
them. Then she pushed the top of my forehead away which was my
queue for licking the other one.  She did not seem to care what
was going on as she kept conversing with her friend Nicki on the
phone and the two seemed to be sharing something really funny on
the subject of men and dogs.
I was almost done licking her second feet and enjoying myself so
thoroughly and as happens in situations like this accidentally
hit my big front teeth which are misaligned and more in front
than my back on the bases of her toe. And before I knew it, she
kicked me hard with her heel on the top of my head and then
several times across my face as I lay on the floor saving myself
from the onslaught. All this while she was on the phone and I
doubt Nicki on the other line had any idea what was going on.
Finally, she stopped when she saw my lip had started bleeding. Or
maybe it was my pleading gaze, my first look at her since came
home, that made her stop.  She was dressed in her hot  pink
sports bra and a micro mini black shorts. I saw that she had
developed really good biceps in the last few weeks with the
special workouts she had been having with her personal trainer.
Even though I was in so much pain, I could feel my cock swelling
in my chastity belt as I looked at her  flat legs that led to her
flat stomach glistening with sweat. The chastity cage immediately
hurt my cock and it reversed what it was doing.
She motioned me to rest my head on the couch with m y face
upwards as she removed her micro mini shorts and used my face as
a seat. Not that I had any choice but I loved doing what she was
asking me to do.  But she did this to torture me. She knew how
aroused I would be by this and how much that would hurt my cock
trapped inside the chastity cage. Her beautifully shaped ass was
right over me. The cream colored gstring cut right through her
crack. As she lowered her ass over my mouth, the smell of her
sweat from the workout intoxicated me. At first I dug my nose
right in her crack to smell those juices that the gym instructor
had drained out of her after her long workout. She was getting
really strong with the weight training because once she was over
me I could barely move. I slowly started licking her along the
length of her anus. First the taste was fairly salty as it was
quite wet from the sweat. That moisture combined with my saliva
helped my tongue easily penetrate her anus. My tongue hungrily
moved around and licked the walls of the inside of her rectum
trying to search for something I had never tasted but just
smelled. The smell of shit was intoxicating and my cock wanted to
burst out of my cage. But instead it just hurt badly. So badly
did it want to come out. Almost as if she heard me,  my cage was
opened and my cock burst into the free world and started
breathing freely again. It was like a drowning man somehow
cracked over the surface of the water. I could hear her moaning
as my tongue went deeper inside her and I started licking her
feverishly. She used her short but pointy finger nails to scratch
my balls and poke them hard with her finger nails. This was the
most excited I had been in a long time. She dug her nails deeper
inside my scortum warning me not to cum before her and I knew
that if I did there would be hell to pay but this stimulation was
too much. And then I could not hold it any more and my cock
exploded as her nails were rolling over the length of my cock. My
cum splattered all over couch and elsewhere. It was an explosion
I had not experienced ever and I had no idea why I suddenly got
this huge treat from her. But I knew from her expression as law
splattered on the expensive Persian rug with cum on the couch and
the rug, that I would be paying a heavy price. That is if I had
not been paying the same for the last 2 years.
What happened after that was a twist I had not expected.  My life
would take a turn for the worse that I had not expected. Hell
would become worse if that was at all possible. As I lay there
sprawled on the floor worrying about the severity of my
punishment,  we heard my wife’s  mothers footsteps down the
stairs. She was a heavy sleeper and was never up this late. I was
surprised when Nicki instead of sending me to the bathroom to
cover up started yelling at me, ”Saale haraamzaade, tu kya kar
raha hai! Terree itnee himmat . You bastard. Instead of cleaning
up you are making a mess.” And she quickly put her clothes back
on as I lay nude on the floor covering up with my hand. As her
mother came down wearing her deep blue nighty and adjusting her
gold rimmed glasses, I was praying those would fall and break so
I would not have to be embarrassed in front of her. Needless to
say she was shocked at the site of me lying nude on the floor
trying to poorly cover myself up with the prescribed red shorts 
and  tight white vest that I was supposed to wear around the
house (and just red panties when my wife’s  mom was not around).
After my wife explained to her mother about the situation, she
replied,” This is what happens when you don’t keep the help in
check. We brought him here and gave him a life. Tune bahut
freedom di hi isko. It’s time to teach him a lesson that he won’t
forget for the rest of his life. Sab kuch check mein rakhna hota
hai. You have to keep track of everything. That’s why I want
cameras all over the house so he does not steal or try to
escape.”
She, my MIL was a fairly impressive lady. She was over 5 and half
feet and thick in the middle but not overly obese and wore her
thick dark hair in a bun. That hair combined with those gold
specs gave her a really stern look. She had a run a fairly
successful business and owned a couple of motels in the
Louisville area and now had come to live with us to help us out
with our struggling motel and a gas station that could be a doing
a lot better.  She was a former Math teacher who had run a
successful teaching business in which she was notorious for
making the poor teachers work until midnight. She was really sure
of herself in certain ways and that gave her an aura of
dominance. Even though she had been to our gas station only a few
times, the employees were already beginning to show up on time.
The first day she threatened to fire the checkout clerk on the
spot when he kept texting while a customer waited.
My mother in law hugged her daughter as if she had been the one
that had been hurt here. And my wife, the great actress she is
faked a small cry as if she had been traumatized by the whole
event.  I could not understand why my smart sexy wife was letting
her mother in on our secret lifestyle and giving her so much
power. Sheila, my MIL yelled at me,” Who is going to pay for the
rug now? Your or the money that my daughter pays you for the job
that she has given you at the gas station?“ Then she slapped my
face hard and spit on me. My wife was a little taken aback as
well but smiled a little. She was also enjoying my humiliation.
The game had changed now. She had known I was submissive and with
little means when we got married. And she understood I was
willing to be the hen pecked husband she wanted.  As long as she
did not have to lift a finger in the house, she was willing to
indulge me in my fantasies which fit in perfectly with our
situation. Money was no issue due to some of the businesses she
had started with the help of her cousins and a generous
inheritance.
Sheila slapped me again and my face reddened. I could see it in
her face that she was drawing some form of sadistic pleasure from
this. She was not just doing this to teach me a lesson. This was
dangerous territory for me. Then she took away my red short which
I was using to cover up my limp dick. I covered it up with my
hands but then she kicked me hard.  She grabbed my hair hard and
banged my head on the ground. I was shocked how strong this old
lady was.
“Mummy, careful. I don’t want to go to the doctor . We will have
to answer a lot of questions.”
“You idiot. You still want to take this pig to the doctor. Leave
him bleeding in the cold basement.  I have taught many men like
this a lesson. Since you are too busy with parties and buying
clothes, let me handle this. Give me the leather belt from the
drawer.”
My wife reluctantly handed her the thin belt that she always kept
to discipline me. Sheila used her full force to whip my ass. She
seemed to be getting worked up as she saw the red belts on my
back. I screamed in pain since she had a lot more force than my
wife.
“Saale behenchod, you think money grows on trees. I wish I could
castrate your dick right now for ruining my daughter’s expensive
rug. Saala kutta.” And then she turned me over on my chest and
hit the belt across my thighs.  Thin red welts began to appear. I
could see in between my screams that she was getting turned on.
She was sweating profusely as she delivered the cuts across my
legs. My butt was already sore and had welts across it.
“Ab saale nukar chaat too apna gand.” She grabbed my hair hard
and  managed to pluck a little since  I had been losing hair for
a while. She dug her nails in my neck hard till I pleaded with my
wife to make her mom stop. My wife thankfully stepped in and
instead put the dog collar we used normally and attached a chain.
“Lick doggie lick. Pehle mere maa ke per chaat. Acche se.Ab yeh
apna gand” .
Sheila beamed in pleasure when she saw her daughter take charge
like that. When my wife saw I had missed a spot, even she spared
no mercy and hit my with the belt again on my ass. I screamed so
loud that both of them jumped.  Sheila took her fingers and wiped
some of the cum off the couch and made me lick all of it.






















Chapter 2
One’s life can change in an instant. At least that was the
lesson, I had learned in the last 2 months. One minute, I was
working  a lowly government job in an office that had air
conditioning that barely worked and the next I was married to
this sassy, quick witted , sharp tongued woman who had a great
sense of style who was settled a US citizen and was settled in
the greater LA area. Her family owned a gas station and a motel
and they wanted a down to earth Punjabi boy who would not mind
helping out with the business.  A common family friend had
introduced me with Jas’s family and their first conversation had
lasted for a couple of hours. Jas had talked at length about her
extended family and interest in fashion designing and her
complete lack of interest in managing the family motel and gas
station as well as cooking or house work. She was extremely
social and seemed to always have a text to respond to or a friend
to talk to either in US or here.  In fact even on the day they
met for the first time, a local friend had joined her. She seemed
to know a lot of people. But I was completely in awe of her and
the fact that she would even consider someone like me. She had
brown eyes that were intense and piercing. At 5feet 5, she was
skinny , slightly dark and had a pointy nose. The day they met
she wore tight black jeans with a hot pink off the shoulder top
with match sharp pink finger nails. There were a bunch of pimples
across her forehead. I simply loved her confidence and the way
she took charge of any situation even though these were not her
regular surroundings.
They were on their way to her ancestral house in Punjab. Her
father has passed away several years back in a road accident. Her
mom shuttled between Punjab and LA frequently.  On the way, they
talked about a lot of things but Jas mentioned several times how
she wanted  me to take charge of the motel and gas station.
“If I am going to spending time on the motel and station, when
will I start my masters, honey?”, I asked her.
“Whats this rush to study? Eventually you have to earn money only
right. “, Jas replied rather casually while fiddling with her
phone texting someone God knows in which part of the world for
the umpteenth time on the trip.
“But we talked about that. I want to start in the next six
months.”
“That will happen when it happens. Now listen, when you see my
mom, touch her toes. Got it?  Bend all the way. Do not make it a
formality and just give her cursory respect.  And she is very
demanding on keeping the house clean and no moving stuff around
like you do. And for God’s sake brush your hair.” Jas brushed her
fingers through my hair and smiled seductively. I had a hard on
immediately. I could not wait to get over this formality of
meeting her mom and rushing to our honeymoon. We had not had sex
yet and I could not wait to rip Jas’s pants and get inside her.
Her mother greeted us in the driveway of  their pretty large
bungalow in a shaded corner of sector 21.  The house was a pretty
good size and had large trees in the front. One thing odd that I
saw was the windows all seemed to be tinted with a really dark
color. That must make the house really dark inside. And indeed as
I stepped in the house on a later afternoon on a summer day, all
the lights were on even though the bungalow had such beautiful
windows.  And for some reason, the Dhingra family, loved white
tube lights. Instead of the soft lighting that I would expect to
see in a house of this class, there were bright tubelights all
over the place. Even the lamps had smaller tubelights. My wife
had mentioned that her mother hated wasting money and got really
mad when someone did the same. From what I had seen of her mother
so far, she seemed to have a real bad temper. Or one can say a
Jekyll and Hyde kind of personality.  Really sweet when she
needed something done but as I had seen in some of her
interactions with her employees on the teaching academy, a total
bitch if needed.
Sheila entered the room looking, I was almost embarrassed to
admit, sexy.  I had not paid much attention to her during the
wedding ceremonies. I did remember her yelling at the wedding
planner when the flowers she liked were late and yelling again at
the halwais for being slow. But I could not remember how she
looked until now. She was wearing a red halter neck blouse that
accented her long  neck with  saree that was baring midriff a
little too much for someone of her age. She was wearing a deep
red lipstick to match and had her sexy silver glasses resting on
her head. She came and sat by my side and we exchanged
pleasantries.
“So Jas,  your room is ready. Also make sure, you call Harry. He
has phoned twice already wanting to plan an evening with the gang
tomorrow.”, Sheila said talking to Jas in a businesslike manner.
“So, I thought we were leaving tomorrow?”, I asked looking a
little surprised. I thought we would have evening
“Oh honey, I forgot to tell you. My mom was missing me plus I
wanted to catch up on my friends as well. So we will be staying a
few days. What is the hurry anyway?  And in case you are
thinking, Harry is part of my group of friends, I have grown up
with.”, Jas replied looking at me in a teasing way knowing how
insecure I got when I heard her talking to her male friends on
the phone.
I was shocked to say the least of this change in plans. Spending
an evening with her friends, especially Harry who she seemed to
talk with a lot was not my idea of a romantic evening. Jas left
to get a glass of water. Sheila had not spoken to me directly so
far. She seemed a little cross. There was an uneasy tension
between us with none of us saying anything for a few moments.
“It’s a really nice house. I love the long flowing rooms.”
She nodded a little. But still not words.
“Everything OK? You seem a little quiet.”
Now she turned her eyes and gazed straight at me. Her curved eye
lashes made her looked like a fiery nagin(snake).
“Looks like your parents did not teach you to respect elders.”
I was a little taken aback by this and then realized she was
referring to me touching her feet as  mark of respect.
“Oh, I am ssssorry. We don’t do that at our home so it slipped my
mind.” My face got all red as I stuttered through the
explanation.  I got up and walked towards where she was sitting
on the plush red leather couch cross legged with her one foot in
the air. I made a motion to touch her feet with my hand and
looked at her. She did not seem pleased with my effort. I
remember Jas telling me to touch her feet all the way. She rested
the newspaper on the side table and slapped me hard with her hand
right across the face. Before I could even react, she slapped me
hard again across the other cheek. My cheeks were all red and I
had no idea what had happened.
“Saal harramee. Yeh sikhaya hai tere maa baap ne. Theek se per
bhee nahin choone aate. Teree to main chamadi udhe doongee agar
mere aur amerre beti ki tune theek se izzat nahin kee. “
I was completely awestruck. For some weird reason this turned me
on like nothing had. Her mom had an overpowering effect on me. I
just wished in that moment that she would not stop slapping me. I
was humiliated yet excited. I could not explain what was going
on. Her face glowed with anger and sweat glistened on her
forehead.
“Go on you knees and bend your head till you kiss my feet with
you lips, you bastard!”
I did as I was told. She was wearing a silver open toed sandal
and he toe nails were painted a deep red. I put my lips down on
her toes and then I heard her telling me to lick them.
“Saaale chaat. Tu issee layak hai! You are our dog now and you
know you don’t have  a choice. I know you like this. That’s why I
told Jas that you are the kind of guy we want. “
I started licking her feet and toes and  the more I did it, the
more I enjoyed it. Her feet were smooth and white. The red color
of the toes nails made them even more desirable. Then she dug her
nails at the back of my head and lifted my head by pulling my
hair hard. Then she slapped me hard again a few times. Then she
took the tip of her right sandal and dug it in my chin. First a
little hard and then she kept pressing.
“ Now repeat after me. I am your and your daughter’s slave for
life and I will do what you say without questioning. Ever!”
I repeated what she said.
“I will do whatever work is given to me. No questions asked. I
will be the house help, driver, take care of the house, kids if
there are any in the future.”
I repeated the same.
“My wife and her mother’s wishes are my command.”
“yes maam”
“Good doggie! ” She spit on my face. Then she spit on the cement
floor..
“lick it Sammie. That’s your new house boy name”
I bend down and licked the spit from the ground.
“Now strip naked doggie”
I took off my clothes and stood naked in front of her. Jas walked
in and giggled.
“Mom, I love you. You already have done what I thought would take
a few months. You promised me that he would  be the perfect
submissive husband for me and you were right. You are always
right mom. Look how excited he is. ”
She bent down and kissed her mom’s feet as well.
Then jas circled me and ran her nails along my back and grabbed
me by my balls. And dug her nails so hard that I thought she
would rip them. I shrieked loudly.
Both women looked at me and exchanged a joke. They were giigling.
“He is so small mommy. I am going to have to look elsewhere if I
want someone to pleasure me”
Sheila said,   ”Now if my daughter wants to play with someone
else, would you have a problem.”
“Like Harry”, Jas laughed.
I did not repeat.
“Would you have problem, Sammie?”
I did not say anything. Jas slapped me hard. Sheila took  my belt
and whipped me hard.
“Jas will go whereeve she like with whomever she likes. She may
even bring a few friends home. Will you have a problem?”
I did not repeat. This was too much. I could not see my wife with
someone else.
Sheila softly grabbed my ass and then I felt her finger roughly
enter my ass. She grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard. I
shouted as he finger entered my anus and she scratched the inside
with her long nails I screamed until I could take it no more.
“No. I won’t. Please don’t hurt me anymore”





Chapter 3:
Sheila retired to her room but the thought of what just happened
made her terribly excited. This arrangement had turned out even
better than she had expected. Her new son in law was not only as
submissive as she had hoped, he even seemed to be a little
excited at the situation she had put him in. He seemed to enjoy
the humiliation. She could not  wait to invite Jas’s stud college
friends over for the party tomorrow and see how he felt in front
of those brawny dudes. But most importantly, she knew his smooth
hairless body  and long tongue would be as useful for her as for
her daughter.  She could not help thinking of Biju, the young boy
who was their servant many many years ago.
Biju had been sent sheil’s aunt from a small village in Punjab as
a household help. He would live with them and all they had to do
was feed him and let him sleep in a corner in their house. His
day would start at 6AM with making tea for her m the cook lunch
for the kids school and he would slave through the day for 3
meals. He would often get slapped and hit by her. In fact Sheila
was determined to train Jas to become a dominating woman like her
who would never have to suffer at the hands of a man by using
Biju as guinea pig. Often when  Biju would make a mistake ,
normally because he was so tired, she would push him against the
wall and press his head with the palm of her hand. Then she would
ask him to stand with his arms up in the air. Jas would then be
told to slap him because he was a worthless male. Jas would do it
pretty softly most of the times and then Sheila with her heavy
hand would slap the poor boy so hard that his fact would be
swollen and he would have blood on his lips.
“See this is how you treat boys and men in general. They are
worthless imbeciles good for nothing. Keep then under the tip of
your feet otherwise they will stand on your head and  piss all
over you. And always remember that if you want to power over
them, take charge over their little penis. Let me show you.”
She took of Biju’s shorts. And then caressed him like a baby.
Sheila then kissed him all over his face and massaged his little
dick. Biju was so shocked with the love that he relaxed. His
little cock began to swell. Sheila’s long red nails were all over
it and she began to stroke it till the cock had grown fully hard.
“You see this. Now he is totally under my power. I can make him
do whatever I want.” Jas smiled diabolically and said, “Whatever!
“
“Yes dear, whatever.” Sheila continues to stroke Biju’s cock but
then dug her nails in his balls  hard when she felt he might cum.
“What were you thinking?”
“Hmm! Not sure. “
“I will show you. Biju, get on all your fours and bark like a
dog!”
“Woof!!Woof!!”
Both women laughed as Biju walked around the cold cement floor
with his pencil thin hands struggling to hold his body weight.
“Biju, come here and lick my toes. I just painted them for my
school party.  I need a nice shiny gloss on them.”, Jas said.
Sheila beamed with pride. She could not believe her daughter was
behaving just as she had planned.
Biju did as he was told but he was so aroused licking Jas’s sexy
feet that he kept going. Jas had to literally step back because
Biju would not stop. Both women left him on his fours with his
hard on dangling downwards. Biju heard Sheila say,” I think we
have a new puppy dog . And he likes being your slave”
“Oh  mommy! Please!”
Winters would miserable in north india. It would get really cold
and the cement floor really made it hard to get up at night even
to go to the bathroom. The bathroom would be so cold that one
could catch a cold. Of course no one cared about Biju who slept
next to the bathroom with a rug that was barely warm.  Sheila had
a wicked idea. Jas was out for a few weeks at her aunts’ house
and she could use  a little warmth and some convenience at night.
So he was pleasantly surprised when Sheila came to him one cold
winter morning and started patting him lovingly on his head and
massaged his chest with her long nails.
“From today night, I do not want you sleeping near the bathroom.
It is too cold. I cannot have a lovely boy like you falling
sick.” Biju was not sure what was going on. She must be upto
something. He was even more surprised when Sheila asked her to
sleep on the other side of her bed instead of the floor. It was a
pretty large bed and his pillow was on the other side. Sheila was
wearing a hot red nightie and her ample breasts were  showing a
lot of cleavage. Biju had a huge hard on.  He started playing
with his cock when Sheila who was rubbing lotion on her face and
neck said.
“ Biju, chal kaam pe lag. Auntie ko khush kar de. Inaam milega.”
Biju had a confused look on his face. He had no idea what was
going on.
“Come here baby! Do as I say. If not, you will have to sleep in
the cold.”
Sheila came over to Biju’s side and took his clothes off. She
smiled at his hard on and started stroking him till he was about
to cum. His face was all red. Then she lay down and opened her
legs. She motioned him to put his face between her legs and lick
him where it was moist with his tongue. Oh Biju had a long and
nice tongue. Sheila was moaning in ecstasy and pulled his hair
hard as she was about to cum. Biju was shaken violently , his
undernourished body jerked  with Sheila’s as he had a violent
orgasm. Biju, of course had never seen a woman orgasm or seen
someone scream so violently. Something in him triggered. Maybe it
was a smell he had never experienced or her naked body all over
him. But even though he was not that hard , he came all over the
sheet and her dress. Normally his mistress would have mad but she
was so satisfied and relaxed that she did not say anything. In
fact, she opened the box under the bed herself and changed the
sheets while Biju stood naked in fear. He was not sure if she
would start slapping him again. But Sheila just changed the
sheets and asked him to go back to bed.
Biju had not slept like this in a  long time. He woke up with a
raging hard on but his body felt like he had never felt before.
It was so relaxed that for once he did not care that it was past
6 AM and he had to make tea for his mistress. He felt as if he
was floating in air. It was an almost ethereal feeling. He still
remembered licking Sheila’s pussy although he did not know it was
called that and the musky smell with the salty taste. Sheila was
still sleeping on the other side peacefully. He wondered what if
he was to lick it again. Would she get mad? His cock was raging
hard and his senses had stopped working. He knew if she got mad
she would slap him really hard and even punch him like she had
done one time. But he could not think any more and went under the
sheets and pulled her night over his head and started licking.
Sheila started moaning softly at first and then her moans
increased in intensity. They grew louder as Biju furiously tasted
the saltiness of her clit. His tongue went deeper and deeper in
her vagina. She motioned his head to lick the clit instead of
going deeper. Then she pulled him up by his shoulders and
whispered in his ears,” Andar daal, haraamee!(Put in bastard!)”.
Though a virgin, Biju was pretty sure what this meant. He took
his throbbing cock and slid it easily inside her vagina. It took
him only a few thrusts but with each of them Sheila’s moans grew
louder and louder. They were so loud that Biju forgot for a
second that his cock had exploded inside her.  His semen filled
her pussy up and it swelled up. Biju lay motionless face down on
her m mistress’s breasts.  He sucked on them like a little baby
for a while

Chapter 4
Biju’s life changed in a way he could never have imagined. Over
the next few days, he felt more like a lover than a servant to
his mistress. Sheila still made him do the house chores like she
always had but was a lot nicer to him. He even got to ride
several times with her in the fancy white Maruti car like he had
always wanted to. He loved pressing the button next to the window
that made it go up and down. Sheila rarely reprimanded him for
anything anymore. Once he even spilled tea while offering it to
the neighborhood auntie who had called on them for a casual
visit. Jenna looked at Sheila expecting her to slap Biju on the
face or even spank him. But Sheila merely told him to be careful
and asked him to clean up the mess.
Biju could not wait for night time when he got to snuggle next to
her mistress and spoon her. Sheila loved feeling his pointer
brush on his nightie and into her crack. Often she would ask him
to get down and lick her asshole. Biju was not  sure of that to
begin with but now he wanted to do anything his mistress asked.
He would often spot her scratching between her ass and she would
mention how dry she was back there. He would get between her
nightie and wrap his face between her ass and first smell it.
Then he would slowly lick and moisten the rim of her anus. Once
she was all moist he would start licking furiously. Normally
Sheila would be facing the other way and even playing with her
cellphone when he started licking her. He could hear her moaning
as he continued to lick her. Her anus would open up a little more
and he would push his tongue inside but normally it was too tight
from him to push further.  At this point she would ask him to
finger him which would open her asshole wider. That would make it
easier to go deeper inside and explore the sides of her anus.
Biju just loved the exotic smell of her anus. He could not
understand why something so nasty was so appealing to him. There
was something so dark and mysterious about being there. He just
loved burying his face in that mound of flesh. Often Sheila would
sit up and surf on her cellphone as he kept licking her below. 
Once she got fully aroused , her hands would be on his balls and
she would massage his cock furiously as he licked her below. That
would be too much of a turn on for Biju and he would mostly cum
while licking her below. This would often make her mad and she
would take her cum stained fingers, turn around lean over his
with the fingers right in front of his lips. She would barely say
anything and even though Biju hated it he had to lick the cum of
her fingers. As his tongue licked her fingers up and down
starting at the base of the index and middle fingers till it
reached the tip of her long red painted nails, Sheila would
vigorously start to play with her pussy. Often she would simply
cum watching Biju lick the cum of her fingers. She knew what she
wanted Biju to do next. But for that she would have to find a man
who she could trust and be discrete. That was no easy task. But
she had an idea.
				Chapter 5
Back in her bedroom, Sheila was extremely turned on thinking
about Biju. And now she had got someone just as submissive for
her daughter. Sheila started rubbing herself but to her surprise,
the images in her head were getting all mixed up. One second she
would be thinking about Biju’s young lips on her vagina but the
next moment her son in law’s  naked smooth body with the big
boner would appear. How she would have loved to have him right
now sucking her big breasts and sticking that cock in her wet
pussy.  Sheila rubbed herself as she thought of the events of the
day. She imagined Sam licking her toes and rubbing his tongue
right up her leg till it reached her vagina. At that  moment she
orgasmed.

It was almost 7 PM. Jas was getting ready for a night out with
her friends. When I woke up, I was a little stunned and arouse by
what my wife was wearing. I had never seen her dress so hot. She
was wearing  a one piece deep burgundy color body hugging dress
that barely covered her hips. The dress had a plugin neckline and
she was wearing several multi colored necklaces that dangled
between her breasts. As I walked to take a leak in the connecting
bathroom, I saw that that her shoulders were accentuated by the
thin straps of her dress revealing most of her back. Jas was
painting her nails to match her dress. I could not have been more
aroused. I saw that my cloths which was  red satin shirt with
black trousers were lying on the bed. There was also a black bow
tie.
Jas was now putting on mascara and glared at me angrily with her
blood red lips.
“My friends will be here any minute. Get ready quickly.”
“Am i wearing a bow tie? Do you want me to look like a waiter?”,
I asked angrily more at her tone than at the dress. Jas shot back
with a dirty look as if to tell me not to questions her.
We met her friends at a new club that had recently opened. It was
mixed group of late twenty something ready to rock the night. I
understood why my wife had dressed like she had. All the girls in
the group, three of who were her childhood friends were dressed
pretty similarly although none of them had a figure to match
Jas’s.  But it looked like the competition was in dressing
slutty. The dancing in the club was to a lot of Punjabi remix
music with some western numbers thrown in as well. We were
dancing in a group like kids in middle school rather than adults.
 I wanted to get right next to my wife and dance grinding my body
next to her. But no one seemed to be doing that. It was all very
proper even though everyone  was dressed like they wanted to
fuck. For some reason, my wife kept glancing at her cellphone. I
figured she was being her usual social self messaging, tweeting ,
instagraming etc.The club would occasionally release smoke that
would make the place look all mysterious and sexy.
I could not spot Jas and asked her friend if she knew her
whereabouts .Her friend, a short buxom girl named Nikki who was
wearing a dress which was too tight for her breasts said she had
gone out for a bit to meet a friend. I was bored dancing and
asked her if she wanted to have a drink.  We headed to the bar
and ordered a couple of bloody marys. Nikki seemed uncomfortable
carrying  a conversation. She would mostly answer in
monosyllables. It was almost impossible to talk over the loud
music as well. And then I saw  my wife enter the club. But not
alone.  A tall m muscular dude with shirt open half way down the
chest had hands across her shoulders. Jas;s body was side to side
his and she was laughing about something. I was immediately
filled with jealousy. So this was why she had dressed so hot.
Suddenly I realized that this guy must be Harry. Jas did not even
glance towards me. The two went straight to the dance floor and
started dancing pretty close to each other at first and then he
grabbed her from behind and started grinding to the tune of the
next song. I was in a state of shock. I ran to the dane floor and
pushed Harry. I did not realize who big the guy was as he barely
even acknowledged my presence. I could see he had his hands all
over her hips and inside her dress. Finally I grabbed Jas and
pulled her away. Jas pushed me away.  I was shocked that my own
wife was not only dancing with another man but had no shame about
it. She went and whispered something in Harry’s ear. Harry
embraced  my wife and gave her a kiss on her lips. As I
approached Harry yelling at least in my mind, he pushed me away
so hard that i fell at least 10 feet away. Then my wife kicked me
with her strappy open toed sandal. All her friends had gathered
in the corner of the dance club where this was going on. My wife
continued to kick me while her friends giggled. Then she asked
Harry to pick me up and tie pin my arms  behind me. I could not
budge an inch in Harry’s strong grip.I could feel his cock
grinding against my ass. My wife then took the tip of her heel
and ground it against my crouch. Then she stepped back and kicked
me hard on my balls. I shouted in pain and face contorted. I
wanted to fall on the floor but could not even double up since
Harry was holding me so tight. Then she kicked me again.  I could
barely hear the music even though it was so loud. The pain in my
balls was making my head explode. Then she told her friends
something and one by one they started slapping me so hard that at
one time I felt i would be lose consciousness.

When I woke up next, I could barely move my body. As I tried to
turn around, there was a shooting pain in my balls. Suddenly my
mind was flooded with the memory of what happened in the club. I
could barely see anything but soon a realized it was Jas’s
bedroom. I also realized I was lying naked and my hands were
tied. I heard noises outside and Jas entered and to my dismay so
did Harry.  Jas came towards me and kissed me on my face and then
lips. Harry stood there almost in attention. Jas  then whispered
in my ear,” Now be a good boy and do exactly as I say . Otherwise
my mom has recorded you lying naked and will post it all over the
internet. Got it?” I did  no what to say.
Jas went over to Harry and opened his trousers. She dragged me by
a collar on my neck which she must have put while I was sleeping.
She grabbed my hair pushed my face to his cock.I realized what
she wanted and turned away. I would not do that I told my
self.Then my wife tingled my balls with her nails and my cock
started to swell under her fingers.She grabbed my neck again and
pushed my face towards his cock and said,”Get him hard for me.I
can only be satisfied by Harry. Look at your dick. it is so
small. Do you want me to be unhappy?”
Harry’s cock was already getting hard as I started  licking it. I
almost gagged but Jas pushed my face in it. Thankfully after a
few times Harry was hard. My wife laid down on the bed opening
her legs for Harry. The two spent almost an hour fucking as I
watched them tied down next to the bed.