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.