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AS I WALKED IN 
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by
Mixoscopist
mixoscopist@gmail.com / mixoscopist@cnbindia.com

(c) 2005. All rights reserved

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead,
is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING
EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ
FURTHER.
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I came home unwontedly one hot midsummer morning, and found my wife
fornicating with the servant.

They saw me. They didn't stop. Didn't miss a beat. They just went right
on fucking, feverish and rabid. They actually seemed to enjoy having me
there, the hapless, helplessly watching cuckold, my presence seeming to
spur them. Their cries grew louder, lewder and both looked at me as
their bodies thrashed and heaved and writhed in that frantic, eager,
obscene lust.

There was nothing I could do about it. And I realised, to my horror,
that finally there was nothing I _wanted_ to do about it. Of course,
there was that stunning little pause common in such situations: I froze
at the door to the bedroom, my eyes widening, my mind numbing, my heart
hammering wildly, a sickening hollow wrenching the pit of my stomach.

Vidya lay naked on her back across the width of the bed, her legs spread
wide, her knees forked and raised, her back arched, her gorgeous,
swollen breasts thrust out, her nipples visibly stiff and nut-hard with
excitement, the dark aureoles puckered. Her lovely face was flung back,
almost over the edge of the bed, and it was a vision of lust: her eyes
were wide and glassy, her nostrils were flared, and her mouth was open
in a loud cry of lust that, as she saw me, died on her lips; but only
momentarily. A slavish smile lit her face and I heard her moan again,
now with heightened arousal.

Kneeling between my wife's splayed thighs with his legs folded under his
buttocks, his knees spread wide, his hands under her thighs was our
recently engaged twenty-two year old servant, Ashok. He was a tall,
lean, muscular, handsome youth, with clean-shaven finely chiselled
features: his nose was slim and straight, his eyes were deep and dark,
his black hair was thick, his jaw was rugged. His body was strong, with
broad shoulders sweeping past a deep and well-cleaved chest to a narrow
waist and high hips. His arms and legs were long and sinewy, with thick,
rounded muscles. His belly was flat, rock-hard, with a prominent six-
pack of hard, cobbled muscles. His torso was hairless, even the armpits
shorn.

And then there was that cock of his. It was truly magnificent, bigger
than mine by far, a dream tool. I could see it clearly: at least nine
inches or more in length, over two inches thick, standing out proud and
rigid in front of heavy, low balls. When I came in, his buttocks were
half-flexed, his hips in mid-thrust, hers in mid-rise and his cock was
half-in, half-out of her cunt, its thick, long shaft glistening with
their comingled coital juices. He stopped his thrust when he saw me; his
eyes darted in fleeting panic from my face to hers; saw and gauged her
reaction; and immediately his eyes and face lit with a triumphant,
gloating grin and now, entirely for my benefit, he squeezed his cock
back deeper into my wife's cunt, going in slowly and deeply. She moaned
her lust aloud. The slut.

Physically, sexually, he was everything I was not. I could see why Vidya
found him attractive. And how could he, for his part, have resisted her?
She is one terrific looker, a great piece of ass. She is very lovely,
very sexy, still has the irresistible bloom of youth. Slender and dusky,
she has an elegant face, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, perfect
teeth, a lovely smile and dark, elongated, _kajal_-rimmed eyes. Her
mouth is sexy with a slender upper lip, the lower full and straight. The
chin and jaw are beautifully sculpted and firm. Her shoulder length hair
is dark and silky smooth. She wears small diamond earrings, finger-rings
and toe-rings and a gold chain twinkles around her long and graceful
neck. There are sexy hollows in her throat and shoulders. Her body is
stunningly curved. Her breasts are full and ripe, tipped with dark
aureoles and stubby nipples. Her belly is firm and flat, her hips are
flared, and her buttocks are delectable curves. Her limbs are slender
and well turned with shapely legs and slender ankles and wrists. Her
fingers and toes are long and well shaped. Between her legs, the dark
delta of her pubic hair is neatly trimmed.

And she loves sex. She craves it, hankers for it, demands it, always has
since her early teens. I have never been able to match her appetite. Or
her aptitude. There was just no way could the servant have denied her,
or she him.

Now a slow, lascivious smile creased her lovely face. Without taking her
eyes off my face, she spoke to her lover.

"C'mon, Ashok ... show him. Show him everything you do to me.
_Everything_. Let him see. Let him know! C'mon, fuck me ... fuck me like
a whore ... fuck me hard! _Chul_, Ashok, _dikha usko_. _Sabkuch dikha
usko. Sabkuch. Dekhne doh. Jaanne doh. Chul, chodh mujhe_! _Rundi ki
tarah chodh_! _Jorse_!"

Her hands slid up to her swollen breasts, squeezing them erotically
together, offering them to her servant-lover. Kneeling above her, the
servant grinned, right into my face, then down at her, and flexed his
buttocks and thrust deep into her, making her arch and gasp in pure,
unfaked pleasure.

All I could do was watch numbly.

"Yeh, c'mon ... take it, slut!" Ashok grunted, flexing his buttocks and
driving his cock deep into her cunt. "_Chul, rundi_! _Lele_!"

Beneath him, Vidya gasped as his penis surged into her cunt. Her hips
jerked up at his and her body arched steeply under his. Her head arched
back and her fingers clawed at his sprawling shoulders.

"OHHHH uhh Ohma uhh yes ... c'mon ... do it, baby ... fuck me! Oh that's
so good ... yeh ... ohh uhh yes ... c'mon ... shove your cock right up
my slit, baby ... ahhhh uhh yes ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Fuck me, Ashok!
Fuck me hard! Ohma uh _hanh_ uhhh Ohh Ashok! _Chul_! _Chul_, Ashok,
_chul_! _Chodh mujhe_! _Jorse chodh_!"

He moved masterfully, his muscles rippling like snakes under his taut
skin, his hips rocking to and fro in a beautifully controlled rhythm. I
watched, mesmerized, as his enormous cock ground in and out of her cunt,
appearing and disappearing and shining and glistening with their
consilient coital fluids. Her body jerked and rocked under his thrusts,
her swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing sexily. She moaned and gasped
her joy, digging her fingers into his bulging biceps, squeezing his
buttocks, crushing her own breasts in excitement.

My erection was monstrous.

Grinning at me, the servant unfolded his legs and bend over her on
outstretched arms and knees. He lifted his hips and, his eyes on my
face, with a skewering rush of his hips, his buttocks flexing taut,
thrust deep and hard into my wife's flesh. She cried out sharply,
arching even more steeply, shuddering, her fingers clenching his bulging
biceps. He laughed softly, scarcely out of breath and began moving fast,
fucking her demonically. His hips rocked rapidly up and down, up and
down, back and forth, to and fro, his buttocks flexing and unflexing.
Under him, Vidya's body jerked and snapped with his thrusts, her swollen
breasts bouncing wildly, the gold chain around her neck tossing, her
feet locked in the small of his back. Her cries and lewd love-calls grew
sharper, higher, and louder.

"OH! Ohma uhh OH uh oh yeh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHH uhh OHH uh OH uh
OHHHHH!" she called loudly in broken, staccato gasps. "C'mon, Ashok ...
fuck me ... fuck me ... _chodh mujhe_! Your cock feels so good! C'mon!
Shove it in! Shove it right up my cunt! _Pura ghoosa de tere lavde ko_!"

"Yeh, that's it!" he grunted, really into the act with a vengeance now.
"C'mon, you whoring bitch! Take my cock! _Chul, rundi, chul_! _Lele mere
lund ko_!" He grinned at me. "Your wife's a helluva slut, boss," he
said. "_Teri aurat sachhi rahnd hai re_, boss." I noticed he didn't use
the honorific and more respectful _aap_, just the familiar _tu_. I guess
it made sense, given the circumstances. "_Khup khujli hai uske chuth
mein, aur garma-garam aur ekdum_ tight _bhi_." He laughed softly.
"_Naukron ko chodhna pasand karti hai, rundi_. _Hain na, rahnd_? Loves
fucking the servants, doncha, whore?"

"Yes!" Vidya gasped, feverishly bucking her hips under his. He thrust
deep into her and she arched and cried out and, as he slid out, moaned
in pleasure, her hands sliding down his muscular back, clenching his
buttocks, drawing him back deep into her. "Oh god yes, Ashok yes!
_Hanh_! _Bahut pasand karti hoon_! _Tum sab ko_! I love fucking you! All
of you! OHHH uhhh OHHHH Ashok uhh ohma uh _hanh_ uhh OHHHHH _chul_ uh
ohma uh _hanh_ uh _chul_, Ashok, _chul_! _Chodh mujhe_! _Jorse chodh_!
C'mon Ashok! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" And then, "show him! _Dikha usse_!
Don't stop! _Abhi rok mat_! Show him everything! _Sabkuch dekhne de
usko_!"

The servant winked broadly at me. "_Suna kya_? _Dekh kaise rundi ki
tarah bhik maag rahi hai_! Hear that? See how she begs like a whore!"

He bent his head, his shoulders knotting together, and kissed her hard,
thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Vidya moaned and sucked on his
tongue and lips, her arms wound slavishly about his sprawling shoulders,
her feet hooked behind his knees, her swollen breasts flattening against
his chest. His hips kept rocking up and down, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing. He rose again and now I saw him grit his teeth and arch his
head and groan thickly. He moved faster now, plunging steeply in and out
of her cunt. Her body jerked and rocked under his thrusts, her breasts
bouncing wildly.

As if on cue, they slowed and I realised that this wasn't the first time
they'd been together. They knew each other's moods and desires too well.
He slid smoothly out of her and, unbidden, still gasping and panting,
she rolled slowly onto her front, facing me, raised on her forearms and
knees, her body slanting down away from him. Her breasts hung heavy and
pendulous, her gold necklace swung free. Her face glowed with a soft
radiance of lust. She shuffled her legs apart and turned her face over
her slender shoulder to the servant.

"Fuck me," I heard her groan. "C'mon, Ashok, fuck my cunt. Take me from
behind like a bitch. _Chodh mujhe_! _Pichhese chodh ... kutti ki
tarah_!"

The man chuckled and moved forward on his knees, pressing his cock-head
between the curves of her buttocks. "She loves it like this," he
informed me. "Real bitch. _Sachhi kutti hai_. _Aisehi sachhi pasand
karti hai_."

Now I had my chance. I turned the tables on them. I had my little
vengeance. I stepped past them insouciantly, opened my cupboard and
pulled out my digital video camera. I turned back to them. They were
gaping at me. I grinned, winked and turned on the video camera.

"Go on," I said calmly, even cheerfully even. "She's a real randy bitch.
A total slut. Keep fucking her, my friend. She likes that. Always did.
Ever since she was 17."

I started filming them, moving in front to get a head-on shot. On the
bed, Vidya moaned, her excitement as visible and naked as the rest of
her. She got into the act very quickly and I could see that this new
shift was actually arousing her.

"C'mon, Ashok, _chul_! _Chodh mujhe_! _Kutti jaisi chodh_! Fuck me like
a bitch!"

The servant moved his cock-head to her cunt-lips, wet and unfurled and
quickly squeezed his cock-head into her. She bit her lower lip in
anticipation. He gripped her hips, chuckled, and, in one long,
punishing, piercing stroke, his buttocks flexing taut, his hips jamming
against her buttocks, thrust deep and hard into her. She cried out
sharply, a call of the purest joy, her mouth opening in a wide O, her
head lifting.

"OHHHHH uh OHMA uhhh ohhhh uhh OHHH Ashok uhh OHHH!" she went.

"_Hanh rundi hanh_!" he exulted. "_Chul_! _Lele_! _Le mere lund ko_!
C'mon! Take my cock!"

He started fucking her rapidly with deep, skewering thrust. His hips
swung to and fro, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. In the camera's
viewfinder, I could see his huge cock appearing and disappearing between
the curves of her buttocks, grinding wetly in and out of her cunt. Her
body rocked and jerked under his thrusts, her swollen breasts bouncing,
her gold necklace tossing back and forth. His hands dug into the soft
flesh of her hips as he moved faster, his thighs now slapping loudly
against her buttocks, grunting and calling loud obscenities to her.
Beneath him, she rocked back and forth, her shoulders hunching as her
head sank low. He moved faster and I filmed him thudding into her,
making her breasts bounce violently, her necklace tossing wildly. Her
cries grew higher and her face contorted in lust, and I saw her squeeze
her breasts feverishly, reach back and pull her buttocks further open
for him.

"OHH yes! Oh god yes, Ashok, yes! Oh ma uh _hanh_ uhh OHHH!" she cried.
"_Chodho mujhe_! _Hanh_! _Aise_! Oh yes! Fuck me! Yes! That's it! OH uh
OH uh OH uh OH uh OHHHHH uh OHHHHH!"

He was moving furiously now, his thighs slapping loudly at her buttocks,
caroming off them, his balls pressing to her cunt-lips with each thrust.

"_Hanh chul rundi chul saali kutti_! _Le_! _Lele mere lavde ko hanh_!
Yes c'mon whore bitch yes! Take it! Take my cock!"

He slapped her buttocks sharply and she gasped and he grinned at me,
then bent slowly over her body, pushing his hands under her breasts to
cup and squeeze her turgid breasts. She turned her face over her
shoulder and I watched them kiss, the servant and his _memsahib_, my
wife, deeply and with enormous, visible desire. He slowed his thrusts
for a moment and moved his legs apart and rose into a deep crouch on his
heels astride her hips, his feet on either side of her belly, his
fingers steepled in the small of her back. She was pinned under him and
in this position his cock could drive down into her especially deep. She
sank her torso lower on the bed, her face on one side on the sheets, her
arms spread, whimpering thickly now.

"_Chul, chuti rahnd, chul_! _Lele mere lavde ko, saali kutti, chul_!
_Pura le_! C'mon, cunt, whore, c'mon! Take my cock, you whoring bitch!
Take it all!" He thrust in harder and faster, grunting loudly. "_Bol,
kutti, bol_! _Jorse bol_! _Bol ki accha lagta hai_! _Tere gaandu marad
ko suna teri chahat_! _Suna usko aurat ki aavaz jabh ek sachha marad
usko chodhe_! Talk, bitch, talk! Talk loudly! Tell me you like it! Let
your asshole husband hear your lust! Let him hear a woman's voice when a
_real_ man fucks her! C'mon, whore! _Chul, rundi_!"

It came quickly, eagerly, in loud, rattling, full-throated cries of
ecstasy. "_Hanh ... hanh_ Ashok, _hanh_! _Bahut accha lagta hai_! _Chodh
mujhe_! Please! _Jorse chodh_! _Rundi ki tarah chodh mere chuth ko_!
_Bhar de mere chuth ko_! Ohma uhh _hanh_ uhhh OHHHHH uhhh _aise_! Oh ma
uhh _hanh_ uh _aise_! Oh ma uhhh yes oh god yes, c'mon, Ashok! Fuck me!
Fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt like a whore! Stuff me, Ashok! It feels so
good!"

The servant moved in faster, now pistoning and plunging steeply in and
out of my wife's cunt, jerking her body to and fro under his. The man
was relentless. He just kept going. I could never have lasted half as
long; the servant showed no signs of tiring or losing control. His body
language was aggressive, dominant and demanding. Clearly, he was fucking
my wife for his pleasure now. But there was nothing crude about his
technique. It was a masterful performance: superbly adroit, totally in
charge. It was obvious she loved every second of it, being fucked hard
and rough like this, being treated like a common gutter whore.

From where I stood, facing them, I missed nothing. Vidya's face was
turned to me and the effulgence of lust and excitement on her face said
everything. Her back was arched upward from her shoulders to her raised
hips and thrust-out buttocks. The servant's muscular body straddled hers
and I could see his huge, dark, glistening penis stroking furiously in
and out and up and down, plunging and pistoning like a mechanised trip-
hammer, powering in and out of her wanton flesh, each thrust drawing a
cracked sob of pleasure from her throat.

He slowed his tempo gradually and shuffled his feet back up a bit,
lifted her torso up on her outstretched arms and hands again. She
moaned, her shoulders hunching together, her head bowed, mouth open, her
body jerking and rocking, her breasts bouncing, gold necklace tossing
and swinging. He fucked her with slow, deep, skewering thrusts now,
taking his time, evidently recouping his energy and staving off their
orgasms. He moved his hand to her face and she kissed his fingers,
sucking the fingertips sexily. Reaching down, he cupped her breasts
again, squeezing them, pinching and tugging at her long nipples. She
groaned, squirming her butt in his crotch and lifted and turned her face
again and I watched them kiss again, with lots of tongue.

"Ashok ... please ... fuck my ass," I heard her moan thickly, breaking
the kiss. "_Meri gaand maar_!"

"Hear that?" he crowed, grinning at me. "She even takes it up the ass.
Didn't know that, did ya? _Aur gaand mein bhi leti hai_! _Tujhe maloom
nahin tha, na_? _Laga mujhe_. _Ab dekhna tu, dekhte reh tere biwi ko
kaise ragad ke chodhta hoon, rundi ki tarah_! Hope you're enjoying the
show! Just watch me fuck your whoring wife's ass, man!"

Up the ass? I couldn't believe it. I'd never imagined she'd agree to
that, let alone want it or like it. In all our years together, I'd had
no indication. This I had to see. I watched, my erection bursting as the
servant took his cock in his hand and pressed it to her anus. I saw her
tense fractionally, then relax and yield. She moaned eagerly.

The servant grinned devilishly. "See what I mean?" he said to me.
"_Dekha kya mein bolta tha_? _Ab dekhte reh_! Now just watch!"

A trifle rhetorical, that, I thought sardonically. I wasn't going
anywhere and all three of us knew it. What was happening before my eyes
was much too horrific, compelling, erotic and irresistible. At the
moment, I was struggling to stop creaming in my pants and keep the
camera steady. I had circled around to a side-on shot now.

The servant grinned down at her and nodded once. Slowly, he slid out of
her and instantly she moved her knees further apart and bent forward
steeply again, lifting her buttocks and opening her anus for the
servant's pleasure. He moved away from her and from the small side-table
beside the bed picked up a jar of lubricant I hadn't ever seen before.
Unscrewing the lid, he scooped a gob on one finger and slowly coated her
anus with it, then slid his finger into her, up to the knuckle. Beneath
him, Vidya shivered in pleasure. He lubricated her rear channel
thoroughly with more of the sufficient, then generously salved his cock-
shaft and cock-head.

Satisfied, he moved over her again in a crouch and pressed his cock-head
to her anus. She tensed again, and then yielded and instantly he pressed
inward and his huge cock-head popped into her rear channel. She gasped
once, loudly, tensing, chewing her lower lip, her eyes closed.

My eyes fell on the jar of lubricant. It bore a small label, facing me
now. It said the salve was for 'use during sexual intercourse' and that
it was non-toxic, with no side effects and 'safe for ingestion.' Well,
well.

Back on the bed, Ashok had now thoroughly embedded his huge cock in my
wife's ass. She moaned and gasped feverishly under him, her buttocks
writhing and squirming, her head hanging between her arms, shaking
drunkenly. Pressing his hands into the small of her back, the servant
began sodomising her slowly and deeply and thoroughly. He moved
unhurriedly, lifting his hips, drawing his huge cock-length out till
just the cock-head was inside her, then slowly drilling deep into her
again. She groaned and whimpered with each inward thrust. Gradually, he
quickened the tempo and began moving faster, yet never losing the
rhythm. He bent over her again so that they were now like copulating
canines, his feet on either side of her belly, his knuckles on the bed
outside her hands, his arms outstretched. His hips rose and fell and his
glistening cock stroked steeply up and down and in and out of her rear
channel. Her body jerked and rocked under his and I saw her twist her
shoulder and thrust a hand under her legs and press her finger to her
cunt, arch it inward and start masturbating slowly. Her voice rose in
pitch and volume and the room filled with their cries.

"_Hanh_ uhh _hanh ... chul_ Ashok _chul_! _Maar meri gaand_! _Chodh mere
gaand ko_! C'mon! Fuck my ass!"

"_Hanh rundi chul ... lele mere lund ko_! C'mon, whore! Take my cock!"
he rasped.

Her finger worked her clit and cunt feverishly now and her hips shook
and jerked and rocked under his thrusts as she soared to a wild orgasm.
It hit her hard and she gasped, crying out, her hand flying back to her
buttocks, the fingers of the other hand scrunching the counterpane. The
servant let it come, peak and pass and kept moving, going even faster
now, each thrust making her cry out sharply in an agony of lust.

Her orgasm ebbed and she moaned, turning her face to his, enticing him
to yet another deep, lingering kiss. "I want to suck your cock, Ashok,"
I heard her murmur breathlessly. "_Mujhe tera lavda choosna hai_!"

The servant grinned at her and then up me, mocking me, and slid out of
my wife's anus, making her gasp softly. He turned around and leaned back
on his elbows, bending his knees and spreading his legs wide. His
rampant penis glistened, quivering upright. With a loud moan, she turned
around and buried her face in his crotch, sucking his rampant penis
feverishly, crushing her breasts in her hands. He grunted, one hand on
her head, moving it up and down to suit his pleasure, caressing her
face, feeling her lips on his cock-shaft. She pumped his cock in her
fist, opening her mouth wide, running her tongue around the bulging
cock-head, running her tongue and teeth up and down the thick, vein-
ridged shaft, so recently a welcome guest in her anus, then ducking her
head and sucking his heavy balls, then sucking his cock again, her face
distending with its size and the working of her tongue on it.

"God, I love fucking you," she groaned. "I love fucking all you
servants. I love your cocks."

Servants? Plural? How many others had she fucked, did she fuck? My mind
reeled in shock and amazement.

Ashok chuckled, one eye on me. "C'mon whore ... suck my cock! _Chul
rundi, choos mere lund ko_!" he said. "Suck hard! _Jorse choos_! _Dikha
usse ki tu kitna chahti hai mere ko_! Show him how much you want me!"

She squeezed her breasts over his cock-head, kissing and licking his
belly, rising to suckle on his small, hard, dark nipples, then went down
hungrily again to nuzzle his crotch, caressing her face with his cock.
He pushed her head to his penis again, commanding her to suck him,
watching her as she obeyed, my wife-slut.

"_Ab tere moonh ko thik tarah se chodhunga, rahnd_. _Chul_. Now I'll
fuck your mouth properly, whore. C'mon."

He got to his feet on the bed, legs apart and she rose on her knees
before him, whimpering and moaning. I watched her take his cock in one
hand, pumping it hard, opening her mouth and licking the bulging cock-
head lasciviously. He watched her, head bent, one hand on the back of
her head, his fingers twined in her hair. Slowly, he pushed her head
into his groin and she opened her mouth wide and took him deep into it.

"_Hanh ... choos_! _Jorse choos, rundi_! _Aur jorse_!" he gasped. "Yes!
Suck it! Suck harder, whore! Such harder!"

She obeyed at once, her head moving from side to side, her cheeks
billowing with the thickness of his cock-head in her mouth. The servant
held her face in his hands and moved her head to and fro in his groin,
fucking her mouth. His cock was huge and yet she managed to take it all,
deep into her mouth, sucking feverishly, hungrily, her hands on her
breasts and I realised that her sexual hunger was still unsated, that
she was still in deep rut. How much more, I wondered, how much longer
would she go on, how much more could she take, how much more did she
want? How could I ever have satisfied her? How could I have dared
believe I had ever been able to satisfy her?

On and on she went, begging and moaning, urging him to come in her
mouth. The servant laughed at her.

"_Maag, bhik maag, rahnd_!" he chortled. "Beg, slut, beg! _Dikha tere
marad ko ki tu tere naukar ko kitna chahti hain_! Show your man how much
you want your servant!"

Just for my benefit, to make sure I wouldn't miss a thing, they turned
to me in profile and my wife turned her face to me and laughed at me,
her eyes shining with pleasure and arousal, the servant's pre-cum gunk
shiny on her lips and cheeks. She kissed his cock, moving her face
behind it, looking at me over it, then tilted her lovely dark eyes up at
her servant-lover.

"_Hanh_ Ashok ... _sachh hain_. _Main tujhe chahti hoon_. _Tujhe aur
tere sabh saathi aur doston ko bhi_. _Sabh ke sabh_! I want you. You and
all your pals. All of them!"

The servant laughed and pulled her head back to his crotch and she went
back to sucking him hard. He fucked her face quickly now, pumping his
hips to and fro, gasping and grunting, his cock bloating her mouth.

With a shuddering moan, he came and she groaned and opened her mouth
wide under his cock, jerking his cock feverishly. I saw the servant's
jizz spew thick and heavy and jet into my wife's mouth, splashing on her
cheeks and neck and breasts and dribbling down her body. She moaned,
smiling wantonly, gratefully up at him, and swallowed his cum, scooping
it off her breasts and licking her fingers.

As if on cue, I felt someone by me and Mohan, the other servant rushed
in, breathless, brushing past me.

"_Arre_, sorry, _maaf karo, der hoh gayi_!" he cried.

He saw me, stopped, saw them, understood at once what had happened and
was going on and his handsome face split in a huge grin of delight.
Still grinning, he tore off his clothes, approaching the bed as Ashok
backed away, chuckling. On the bed, my slut-wife laughed softly in
pleasure and stretched her hand out to the second servant.

"_Aur chahiye na_?" Mohan asked. "_Tayar hai tu_? _Jyada thaka toh nahin
ne is bhadve ne tere ko_? You want more? You're ready? This pimp hasn't
tired you too much?"

My beloved wife only shook her head. She went down on her back on the
bed, drawing the second servant over her, spreading her legs under him.
His cock was already hard, almost as big as Ashok's and I saw her
fingers curl lovingly around it.

"_Tere liye toh main hamesha tayar hoon_, Mohan," she murmured and drew
his head down to hers in a lingering kiss. "I'm always ready for you.
Lick my slit? _Chuth chatega_?"

The second servant chuckled softly, winked over his shoulder at me,
turned back to her. He didn't seem to mind that her breasts and lips
were still slippery with the other man's gunk. He moved his head down to
her cum-sticky breasts and nipples, drawing the succulent mounds into
his mouth, nibbling her still stiff nipples.

"_Tu aur teri bahen, dono ek jaise hain, re_. _Janta ko tum dono jaisi
ek nahin milti aur hum logon ko doh_-_doh mili hai_! _Nasib hai re
hamara_! You and your sister, you're like one. Most guys don't get one
like you and we've got two! We're really lucky!"

Her sister, too! I couldn't believe it. I'd always found Rupa very sexy
in a quiet, demure, middle-class housewife way. I loved the colour of
her eyes and skin, her impish grin and wicked sense of humour, the swell
of her breasts in her low cut blouses and what I could see of her body.
She looked ten years younger than she was. But I hadn't imagined her
fornicating and certainly not with a servant. My mind leaped. I'd seen
everything here; now I could look forward to something even more erotic.

I moved to my closet again. Ashok looked at me curiously. On the bed,
Mohan was already eating my wife's slit, his head between her bent
knees. She whimpered softly, caressing her breasts, her head rolling
languorously from side to side, one hand on his head moving it in her
crotch. I saw his tongue flickering in and out of her wet cunt, darting
to and fro, slithering up and down her cunt-lips, probing the soft
flesh.

I handed Ashok a roll of banknotes, perhaps a thousand or more. "Share
it with him," I nodded to Mohan. "Fuck her together. I want to watch the
three of you. And show me Rupa with you and I'll give you more. A whole
lot more if it's two together."

The contempt vanished from his eyes. He kept the money. As I knew he
would.



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