Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. My wife starts working part-time By Bhuralund@gmail.com After being a homemaker for 12 years my wife announced to me one weekend that she had decided to start working. "Honey, maybe just a few hours every weekday won't hurt me," she told me, expecting an affirmative nod. I was busy giving some final touches to my presentation to the Board of Directors on Monday so I half-heard her and nodded yes, "Sure darling, if that is what you want. Do you want me to ask if there is a vacancy for a secretary in my office?" "That won't be necessary," she said, "I found this fitness spa which is looking for someone to look after the place in the afternoons. There permanent receptionist is on maternity leave." I looked up at her briefly and gave one of my encouraging smiles. Which was also equal to me saying, "Okay enough now let me do my work...?" She got the hint and disappeared from my study. A couple of weeks later, after she had already been working for some days, I accidentally saw the name of her fitness spa on an envelope that had her first weekly salary. My eyes opened wide. It was one of those sleazy "fitness spa" that men go in the afternoons for some quick massage - not your normal back massage but that intimate massage which involves a rather long and fat body part that dangles between men's legs. "Ouch," I cursed myself for not probing her the day she asked my "permission" to work. Anyway, she is just the receptionist there; I consoled myself and made a mental note to check out the place myself. Some more weeks passed and one day as my colleague and good friend Kala was entertaining me with one of his sexual adventures, I remembered about checking out my wife's fitness spa. It would have been impossible for me to go there as she would see me upfront. So I asked Kala if he was willing to do this favour for me. "What? Dude, you want me to go and spy on your wife? What do you want me to find out? That she is bored sick of your old cock and is feasting on her client's meat?" he exclaimed and immediately shut up because although we were very close, we had never discussed my wife in a sexual manner. But seeing me remain calm, he smiled after a minute and said, "Yo bro, for you I shall be a discreet detective." That was really the end of the story for me as I forgot about that (although the idea of her sucking strangers' cocks had implanted in my dirty part of the head and I started having visions of her mouthful of cocks and cum). Exactly a week later, Kala stormed inside my room and locked the door behind him. "Yo bro, you busy with some shit?" When I said no, he smiled and sat down in front of me. Kala, let me tell you, is a very likeable fellow even though he is not one of the most attractive men in the world. He is 48 but behaves like a 16 year old geek. He wears glasses and his untidy hair is always tied in a ponytail. He keeps promising to himself to loose weight but only accumulates some more and hence has a considerable beer belly which looks very weird with his 6ft tall body. And of course, like other south Indian men, he is dark like a burnt coal with hair sprouting from every cm of his body. His uncouth appearance is the reason why I have never introduced him to my wife, who abhors unsightly and unhygienic people. "So bro, I went and did what you asked me to," it took me a few minutes to connect his statement to my earlier request to him. It got my attention and I earnestly asked him about what he found out. "Bro, are you sure you want to hear," he teased me with a wicked smile, his gold plated from teeth gleaming. "Oh common, Kala, out with it," I reprimanded him. To which he sobered up slightly and pulled out a CD, "Here, I thought it would be better for me to record my visit so that I don't have to talk nonsense," he said. "Whoa, buddy, you are really free. Aren't you?" I said and took the CD out of its plain white cover. I inserted the CD in my laptop drive and clicked "play" when the dialogue box opened up. "I carried the video camera in a paper bag with a strategic hold and that is why I was able to record everything," he laughed an evil grin and explained, as the movie started rolling. I saw the main door of the fitness spa and realized Kala must have switched on the camera just before entering. Then I saw the reception. It was a nicely designed cozy place with some incense burning in a corner, some dim lights and lounge chairs for waiting and a couple of high society lifestyle magazines lying on the coffee table. There was no one at the reception but there was a bell, waiting to be pressed. Kala's hand pressed the buzzer bell and the melodious sound echoed in the empty hall. Wait, not as empty as I saw a middle-aged suited man sitting in a lounge chair smoking a cigarette. There was a delay of about five minutes an then I heard hurried footsteps. My wife appeared, short of breath. "Sorry, I was in the rest room," she offered an apology before asking Kala how she could help him. "Well, you could help by telling me what services are offered here?" Kala's voice didn't sound uncultured suddenly. My wife, looked at him with sweetness only receptionists can manage, told him that they had a variety of relaxing massages and therapies and handed him a brochure. "Have a seat and let me know what you would like today," she motioned him to the lounge chair besides the other man and added, "And yes, would you like some drink...a beer, wine or something?" I was surprised to hear beer in a fitness spa. Soon Kala's hand held a mug of frothing beer and he approached her, "what exactly is the manhood strengthening therapy?" My wife didn't hesitate, even though the other man's ears perked up and he started looking at her with curiosity. "Sorry, how can I address you? Oh right Kala, yes; this is a very exclusive therapy to rejuvenate a man's sexual organs. It includes many elements infused in oil which is gently massaged in the groin area till all the nutrients are absorbed in the skin and the tissue." "Interesting," Kala said, "Anything similar to this but for the entire body?" "Yes, my dear Kala, we have the Sri Lankan herbal body mask scrub which has a sexual fragrance and once that treatment is done on you, women will be attracted to you like bees to honey. That benefits of that treatment last for a week, and if you don't shower everyday," at this point my wife sniffed, inhaling Kala's musky body odour, "like you, it could even last longer." "Can I see how it is done," when Kala asked, my wife led him to a corridor and they peeked from a small service window inside one room. I couldn't see anything as the camera was still in Kala's hands. But I saw that Kala had somehow managed to put his free hand on my wife's waist to support his weight as he leaned to get a good view. "Fantastic," he said as they moved back, "I will have that, then." There was some activity while my wife processed Kala's payment and all. Then they both walked towards a room. The room was very romantically and elegantly designed. As Kala placed the bag with the camera on one corner stool affording a great view of the entire room, my wife took his jacket off. "Now, Kala, please take off your clothes." Kala hesitated for a minute as he looked towards the camera but then the hesitating turned sleazy and he winked at the camera and at me. In the office, my cock was straining my trousers and Kala, I suddenly realized, was standing behind me, massaging my shoulders gently. Back on the screen, I was shocked and surprised to see by now my wife was standing in front of Kala in her naked glory, and I was shocked even more when I saw that Kala removed his trousers and underwear in one shot and his cock - blacker than the rest of his coal black skin, and fatter than his own wrist, stood at attention. "First," my wife said philosophically, "I will absorb the excess heat from your body." Then she started rubbing skin-to-skin with Kala, covering every inch of his hair black body with her creamy white skin. I could see Kala's monster cock was throbbing and a string of cum was slowly dangling down towards the floor. My wife saw that thick clear liquid oozing from Kala's cock and exclaimed, "Oops, we better make sure the carpet is clean," with that she sat down on folded knees and licked the precum off Kala's uncut cock. Some more precum dribbled out, and my wife promptly lapped it all up. "Oh my god, sir, it is never ending," she looked up at Kala coquettishly and engulfed in black cock inside her mouth in one swift motion. As I saw my wife bob up and down on my colleague's cock, I realized my own precum was forming a big spot in front of my trousers. Kala's hands were now massaging my chest and tweaking my nipples. On screen, my wife guided Kala to a mattress in a corner and made him lie down on his back, and then she started pouring a liquid all over his body. It was the sexual herbs potion. She poured it with one hand and massaged it with the other. Soon Kala was embalmed in that liquid and his fat belly was glistening with sheen. His black monster cock was pointing towards the ceiling and it was constantly oozing thick precum, which my wife, from time to time, was lapping up with her tongue. Kala had, by now, opened my shirt completely and his hands were mauling my bare chest like a beast. And strangely I loved the attention from the man who cock was sucked by wife on screen. There was something else about Kala too that was making me lust after his hands. Then I got it, it must have been the sexual herbs rubbed on his body. I looked at him and realized he was getting horny too watching himself in action with my wife in front of me. On screen, my wife had positioned herself in such a way that her hairy pussy was directly above his face and she was fanning him with an exotic bamboo fan to dry the herbs on his body. After a moment I saw that his pink tongue was flickering and licking my wife's pussy lips. With each lick, my wife was lowering herself on him and soon his tongue was probing inside her visibly wet pussy like a serpent. Once the herbs had dried off, my wife moved over Kala's torso and positioned her pussy right above his black cock. In anticipation of entering a wet creamy pussy his cock throbbed and leaked some more precum. My wife held his thick veiny cock in her small hands and rubbed the cock head along her pussy lips and in one instant her pussy swallowed that monster cock to the hilt. A massive groan escaped my wife's mouth as she worked the cock up and down her pussy. Her fingers were busy rubbing her clit. The fucking continued for full ten minutes and then, Kala pushed her off him. He then roughly pushed her on the mattress like a bitch and mounted her unceremoniously. He started fucking her with all his strength in and out. I could hear splashing sounds as his thick cock hit her very, very wet pussy. In five minutes, Kala increased the speed of his fucking and slammed in one last time. As his fat ass cheeks clenched and unclenched I realized he was pumping his baby-making sperm inside my wife's pussy, probably right at the entrance of her fertile womb. She too climaxed a few times all this while and as Kala pulled his deflated cock (still bigger than mine in erect stage) I heard a loud plop like a champagne bottle had been uncorked. My wife spasmed as if because of the void left in her pussy by Kala's cock. Kala moved to her head and she hungrily licked his cock clean of his remaining cum and her own pussy juices. Just then, the camera flickered and went dead. Probably the battery had died. As I tuned around in my office, filled with Kala's intoxicating musky smell, I came eye to eye with the black one-eyed monster that had just deposited its sperm inside my wife's pussy. It was even thicker and bigger in real life. Involuntarily, I licked my lips and parted them as Kala rubbed his thick folds of uncut cock's tip on my lips, leaving a trail of precum all over. I pinched his foreskinned cock head between my teeth and fucked his pisshole with my tongue. I sucked the black cock that had pleasured my wife's pussy like I was worshipping a god. I prayed for a reward and that thick creamy sticky reward erupted in my mouth within a few minutes. I swallowed every drop and licked Kala's cock clean. And then, as I was delicately tucking it back in his underwear, Kala spoke, "Yo bro, that was something but I must apologise because I forgot to bring the second CD, which I recorded when I brought my three other Indian friends to your wife's spa. I just wanted to be doubly sure that this is really what your wife is doing at the spa." I heard that and without even touching my cock, erupted inside the confines of my trousers.