The short 2 hour flight was uneventful. Vidya and I just had a carry on each, and as per Mr. Sarun's secretary's instructions, I was to have all my stuff in my carryon, and Vidya was to have all of her stuff in hers. Our flight had been first class, and my wife had drunk more than a few glasses of wine, no doubt to calm her nerves. She mostly slept through the second hour of the flight, and we landed in Calcutta around a couple of hours before sunset.
We were picked up at the VIP lounge of Calcutta airport by Imtiaz, a male servant who worked in the household of Mr. Sarun. He grabbed both of our carry-ons and led us to a shiny new Mercedes in the parking garage. We were soon on our way, chauffeured by Imtiaz.
I made small talk with Imtiaz. My wife Vidya was silent, probably wondering about the week ahead. We had left our son with his grandmother Poonam, making the excuse of a sudden holiday. I found out who made up the household of Mr. Sarun in Calcutta. There was Imtiaz the driver, and Fateh, another man servant who tended to the gardens and the pool. Imtiaz's wife Rukmani and Fateh's wife Narges worked as full time housemaids as well. There were a couple of other female servants in the house who only worked part time, and whose names Imtiaz rushed through. Clearly, Mr. Sarun loved to surround himself with women.
We finally reached Mr. Sarun's house, which could only be described as a palace. Imtiaz showed us to our room, which was a large, luxuriously furnished bedroom with a four poster bed in the middle of the room. I wondered how much time Vidya would be spending on this bed, or would Mr. Sarun be ravishing her elsewhere. Then I felt ashamed for thinking such thoughts.
"Sahib," Imtiaz addressed the both of us. "After you freshen up, please join saabji for dinner downstairs."
"Yes, of course." I told him. "How do I get there? Will we call you?"
"I am afraid I have to go and polish the car." Imtiaz answered. "If you just go down the stairs, just outside your room, then walk the corridor, and left, and then the third door leads to the living room."
"OK." I told him, hoping I remembered the instructions right. A house so big you needed directions to find the living room!
After we freshened up, my wife Vidya dressed in a red, sexy sari. If she was having some apprehension about this whole affair, you couldn't tell by the way she was dressed. The sari was a thin chiffon one, wrapped perfectly around her firm, fit figure, and the noodle strap blouse holding her beautiful breasts in check, and her navel gorgeously exposed.
"Darling!" I told her. "You look stunning!"
Without a word, Vidya hugged me and locked her lips onto mine. I stood there as she kissed me for a long time. Then Vidya gave me a peck on my cheeks and told me, "Remember dear, whatever happens this week, I will always love you."
"Yes, dear. I know that. I will always love you too."
Vidya rubbed off the lipstick smudge on my cheeks and kissed me again.
"Remember, dear, even if I have to act that I am enjoying what your boss is doing to me, I really love you. Remember that."
"Yes, dear."
We shut the door to our room and headed down.
"Imtiaz said the third door, right?" I asked, as we faced a hallway with multiple doors.
"Yes." Vidya acknowledged. "But which side?"
I tried the door which I thought was the correct one, but it was locked.
"This is not right." Vidya told me as we tried yet another door. "We are maybe in the wrong hall. We are lost."
"I know." I tried one more door. "Let's see where this leads us."
The door led to a walkway which soon took us outside to a swimming pool. The sun was nearly coming down, but what a crazy sight greeted us!
There was a woman lying down on all fours, beside the pool, her face down on several towels. She was completely naked. I could see her sari, blouse, petticoat and bra lying in a heap beside her on the edge of the pool. I was later to find out this was Rukmani, the wife of the driver Imtiaz, and one of the many maids in the house. Rukmani was from Nepal, so she had slight oriental features and a darker skin. She was petite, and slim. Right now, her arms were outstretched in front of her as she braced herself, on her knees, with her ass high in the air. She was in the prime doggy position, ready to receive.
And right behind her, with his back to us, stood my boss - the billionaire Mr. Sarun. For the first time my wife saw him - a giant of a man, more than six feet tall, athletic, well built with his oiled abs glistening in the sun. Mr. Sarun was completely naked as well, and he spit into his hands and rubbed them on his dick to lubricate it.
And what a giant phallus it was! I have never seen a cock like that in my life! Not only was it long and huge, it was thick as well. Sarun spit once more and rubbed his rock hard manhood. Then, parting Rukmani's ass cheeks with his hands, he rammed into her.
"Ow! Ow! Sarun, please be gentle!" Rukmani begged, as Mr. Sarun started to plough into her.
I noticed that the woman, who I would later know to be just a lowly maid, had called the master of the house by name. Mr. Sarun of course showed no mercy as he shoved into her again and again. I could see him push deep into her, and then pull out, and then plough his dick back into her buttocks, again and again, with increasing frequency.
Rukmani's wails now could be heard all over the house. She was now screaming, not just with pain, but ecstasy.
"Oh, gentle, please Sarun! Please be gentle! OOOOOOH YES!"
And that's when I felt Vidya grasp my arm.
"Oh my God, Rajesh! Look at that cock! That's a monster!"
"Yes, dear, I think ..."
"How is she taking it? Oh my God! HOW IS SHE taking it?!! WHAT A COCK!"
"Dear, do you think we should go to another place?" I was nervous. "Clearly we aren't supposed to be here."
"Just look at him, Rajesh! Just look at that enormous cock!"
Watching Vidya's reaction to the sight before us, I could see that she was completely turned-on. If I had any doubts about whether she would be a reluctant participant in whatever debauchery Mr. Sarun had planned for us, they were now laid to rest. I knew then, right at that moment, that I would lose my wife to Mr. Sarun and his monstrous manhood. Shamefully, I realized that the thought was also making me hard. While both Gaurav and Ramu had been well endowed, I have never even imagined a cock the size of the one that was now invading Rukmani's ass. Vidya and I have seen more than a few porn videos, and the meat I was watching on Mr. Sarun was bigger than any I had ever seen, even on the famous professional porn stars.
We quietly withdrew and this time found our way to the main palatial living room. I almost had to drag Vidya away. Rukmani's moans followed us all the way back as she gamely tried to match the thrusts of her employer. We heard her gasp as Mr. Sarun's butt muscles clenched. No doubt he was at this moment ejaculating a huge load of cum into her rear hole.
We both sat down on one of the sofas. Vidya quickly moved close to me, and deftly slid her hand into my pants, inside my underwear, and with confidence bred of familiarity, wrapped her hand around my tiny cock.
"I knew your mini-dick would be hard, darling!" She announced with a cute smirk on her face.
"And how did you know?"
"That was very sexual, Rajesh." She told me, stroking my manhood. "You were thinking of what that cock could do to me, right? Admit it! You were picturing me with your boss."
She knew me too well, of course. My cock (or as Vidya called it, "mini dick") was rock hard. As Rukmani's grunts and moans came back to me, I couldn't really decide how I felt about Vidya being in her place. I knew I was angry that she brought it up, jealous that she was thinking about it, and yet I was also completely turned on, and very hot.
"Wow." Vidya remarked. "I guess I was wrong. Your old boss is going to be a handful after all."
"Yes, dear." I thought miserably.
Almost twenty minutes later, Mr. Sarun greeted us formally. He had taken a shower, and was now dressed impeccably in a dress shirt and pants.
* * *
Mr. Sarun was the perfect gentleman over dinner. He commented on how beautiful my wife looked, without becoming crude, and lavished praises on me for my work for the company. As the servants busily served the tastiest dishes, he made small talk with Vidya. He asked her about our son, and sympathized with her when she told him about her grandmother's arthritis, and helpfully suggested the recipe of a shrimp dish Vidya liked. I could see Vidya becoming slowly at ease with his presence. No doubt the knowledge that this man had a huge appendage that would soon be drilling into her was also helping.
Over dinner Mr. Sarun introduced us to Rukmani and Narges, his two "main maidservants" and "helpers", as he labeled them. I could see them both blush when Mr. Sarun spoke very highly of them. Rukmani of course was now fully clothed, and I could not get the image of her shapely swinging buttocks out of my mind, and the vision of Mr. Sarun's cock invading that ass. I wondered if Imtiaz knew about his wife's affair with his boss. Perhaps I was not the only cuckold in the house. Narges was an older maid, plump, shapely, with a big chest and ass. Her hair had greyed significantly, but it wasn't hard to imagine she had been a pretty woman in her youth. However, she looked stern, and I could see Rukmani defer to her. Narges's husband Fateh was an older man.
After dinner, Mr. Sarun suggested that we retire to the poolside. It was a beautiful summer evening, and both Vidya and I had no problems with that suggestion.
"Narges!" Mr. Sarun ordered. "Please clear the table and make sure the bedrooms are clean and tidy."
"Yes, Sarun." Narges replied. I noticed that she too called Mr. Sarun by name.
"Fateh." Mr. Sarun turned to her husband. "Go to the servants' quarters after you are done your dinner. I don't need you for the day anymore. And you can take your wife with you as well. I won't need her tonight."
"Yes, saabji." Fateh said. I immediately realized that unlike his wife, Fateh did not take Mr. Sarun's name, but called him saabji out of respect.
"Imtiaz." Mr. Sarun turned to him. "In about half an hour, go and pour some expensive French wine and bring it out to the pool."
"Yes, saabji."
Imtiaz also did not take Mr. Sarun's name, calling him saabji out of respect, unlike his wife Rukmani, who had no trouble calling him "Sarun".
"Good." Now Mr. Sarun turned to Rukmani. "Come with us to the pool."
"Yes, Sarun."
My boss led the way, and like his minions, Rukmani, Vidya and I followed him outside to the pool.
***
The pool had big deck chairs one could lounge in. As I said, it was a warm summer evening, and the air was still humid. Mr. Sarun told us to sit, so I took one chair and lay down, as did Vidya. My boss remained standing.
"I hope you don't mind," He turned to Vidya and told her, "If I get a little massage from Rukmani here. It has been a long day, and I need to unwind."
"No, of course not, Sirjee." Vidya replied. I saw that she was now starting to call him Sirjee out of respect.
"Thank you."
Mr. Sarun then proceeded to unbutton and take off his shirt. He stood there, his muscles glistening, and his broad shoulders flexing as he stretched. My wife could not but help gasp.
"My, my!" She remarked. "You certainly take care of yourself well, Sirjee."
Was it my imagination or was she actually flirting a little with my boss?
"Of course!" Mr. Sarun laughed. "That's what happens when you have smart guys like your husband working for you. I have him do all the grunt work so I get richer, meanwhile I am free to work out and enjoy life."
"Yes, Sirjee."
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Mr. Sarun laid down on his face on one of the lounge chairs. Immediately Rukmani, who had a small bottle of oil in her hand, poured a bit of it across his shoulders and started to massage his back.
We watched as she expertly pressed his shoulders, rubbed his back, and ran her elbow down his spine. After sometime, Mr. Sarun had enough. He sat up, and then facing us, he beckoned Rukmani to stand closer to him.
Without any other word, as we watched, Mr. Sarun's fingers traced their way to Rukmani's blouse, and he started to pop open the buttons one by one. Rukmani just stood there with a smile on her face, as if being denuded in front of Mr. Sarun's guests was a common occurance with her. Within minutes, Rukmani's blouse and bra were undone, and her tits were now hanging out for all to see. Mr. Sarun grabbed one breast and started to squeeze it.
"Vidya, I always had a thing for young Nepali boobs." He told my wife. "Very firm, and at the same time, supple."
"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya could only nod. She had a slight amused smile on her face, as did Rukmani, who said no words in protest as her boss groped her openly. Clearly, Vidya was amazed at this brazen display of authority by Mr. Sarun.
Suddenly we heard footsteps. It was Imtiaz, Rukmani's husband, who had brought out a tray which had a few glasses and a bottle of wine. I noticed he didn't say anything as he put down his tray on the table. Here was his wife, with her tits exposed to all, being fondled and getting her boobs stroked by his boss, and Imtiaz kept his head and eyes down and continued with his work. I noticed that he did not also meet his wife's gaze, who continued to laugh at Mr. Sarun's jokes and encourage his roving hands. My boss pinched his maid servant's areole, before turning to her husband.
"Imtiaz," He ordered. "Come here."
"Yes, saabji."
Imitiaz now had to look up and walk to his boss, who had his hands on his wife's breasts. Imtiaz kept his eyes down. It was the ultimate display of power, control and humiliation, and Mr. Sarun reveled in the situation. Here was Imtiaz, being forced to be submissive and respectful to a man who was groping his wife in front of all.
"I won't be needing you anymore tonight." He told Imitaz. "Have dinner and go to bed."
"Yes, saabji."
"I will send your wife to bed once I am done with her." My boss continued. "No Nepali pussy needed tonight, when I have desi maal here."
"Yes, saabji."
I could see Vidya blush slightly when Mr. Sarun mentioned "desi maal" (or domestic product). It was now my turn to be humiliated as a cuckold. Mr. Sarun was openly saying to one cuckold that he didn't need his wife for the night, and then telling the other cuckold he was going to fuck his wife instead.
Imtiaz turned around, bowed slightly to Mr. Sarun, and left. After he departed, my boss spoke to me.
"As you can see Rajesh, you are not the only cuckold in this house."
I gulped. There it was, out in the open. My boss had just called me out as a cuckold, and in front of my wife. The implications for Vidya were now apparent.
"Yes, Sir."
Mr. Sarun turned to Vidya.
"My dear, would you like to change into something more comfortable? This is a pool. You should really be wearing a very revealing swim suit that showed off your voluptuous body."
My wife Vidya actually had the audacity to blush again.
"I am sorry, Sirjee." She demurred. "I didn't bring any with me."
"No problem." Mr. Sarun pointed at the change rooms on the other side of the pool. "I keep my lockers well stocked. I am sure you will find your size there."
Wordlessly, Vidya stood up. We all followed her sashaying figure as she walked over to the change rooms. As far as I was concerned, my cuckoldry had begun.
***
My boss continued to tweak Rukmani's nipples as he then turned to me and asked, "So, did you see me take Rumani's ass this afternoon?"
I gasped and turned bright red. Then I admitted that yes, we did see him and Rukmani have sex by the pool. Mr. Sarun laughed.
"I told Imtiaz to make sure to give you directions that would lead you to the pool, and to tell his wife to lie naked for me there." He told me. "I wanted your wife Vidya to see my cock. It's always good for women to know what awaits them in bed."
"Yes, Sir."
"I mean, your wife's agreed to be my bitch for a week anyways, but it's nice when a woman is willing, as opposed to reluctant."
"Yes, Sir."
I realized my boss was a very cunning and shrewd man. I wondered what else lay in store for the week.
Mr. Sarun suddenly turned and whistled. I followed his eyes.
Vidya had just reemerged from the changing rooms. Gone was her sari, her petticoat and her whole ensemble. She was now dressed in a blue two piece bathing suit that could only be described as ... barely there. Her face was slightly red - it was clear she was embarrassed. Later on she would tell me this was actually the most modest attire she could find there. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she walked back to her seat, and the top of her pubic area could be seen peeking out from the flimsy bottom piece.
Wordlessly Mr. Sarun got up and sat next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on her lips. Vidya looked at me like she couldn't believe at how fast he was doing what he was doing, but I merely turned my eyes away.
"Rajesh." Mr. Sarun's voice boomed. "I am now going to kiss your wife."
"Yes, Sir." I even had the audacity to smile to indicate my approval that hadn't even been asked for. Mr. Sarun saw, Mr. Sarun conquered. And I am sure he would cum as well.
Mr. Sarun held Vidya's head with both his hands and started kissing her in earnest. She had no choice but to comply, and respond in kind. I realized that Mr. Sarun had just started doing what he wanted to do, and neither I nor my wife's permission had been asked or sought for. It was clear that we were merely his slaves, with no will of our own, here to do his bidding for the week.
Rukmani, her breasts now back inside her blouse, came and stood next to me.
"Perhaps, Rajesh," She gently whispered to me, "You would like to visit the bathroom."
"Er, bathroom?"
"It would be wise," Rukmani smiled and continued to whisper to me, "to leave them alone for a bit."
"Er, yes, of course, if you think so."
Rukmani grabbed my arm and I stood up. Together, we walked to one end of the pool where the washrooms were.
It was rather difficult for me to pee immediately - my cock was actually hard! When we returned, Mr. Sarun had picked Vidya up and placed her on his lap, and he was still kissing her deeply. My wife had her eyes closed and her mouth open. His tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his arms.
I watched as he held her head with one hand, and put his other hand under her top to caress her breasts. I could tell that my wife was very excited and she seemed to tremble at his touch. I am sure in my absence Mr. Sarun had plied her with more wine; Vidya actually seemed giddy with excitement, and eagerly opened her mouth again as he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue. I could see a huge bulge in Mr. Sarun's crotch area.
Vidya's hands too soon dropped to his tented pants and it was Mr. Sarun's turn to smile. Taking a break from squeezing her breasts through her bikini top, Mr. Sarun smoothly lowered his zipper and pulled out a magnificent beast of a cock. He then placed Vidya back on the seat, away from his lap, and stood up. Vidya's eyes were now transfixed on his huge appendage. Mr. Sarun held it up using both hands, which did not reach all the way around it, and still had at least another hand or two of shaft left swaying in the open air. He now dropped his pants to the floor and his heavy and swollen balls swung freely. His penis was a monster and I knew now the source of his extreme confidence.
"Go ahead." He told my wife. "It's time you held a real man's cock. Go ahead, touch it, flop it around. See how heavy it is."
"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya then cast an eye on me. Mr. Sarun quickly intercepted her gaze.
"Don't worry about your husband," He told her. "He's going to sit quietly over there, like the good little wimp he is. Aren't you, Rajesh?"
"Yes, Sir."
"In fact, Rajesh, I am going to soon take your wife to my bed and treat her like the whore she is. Any problems?"
"No, Sir."
"Good. Her pussy is mine, her mouth is mine, her gaand (ass) is mine. Is that clear?"
"Er, yes, Sir." I replied. What else could I say? "Of course, Sir."
"Good! And for the rest of the week, while she may remain your wife, but she will be my raakhel, my whore. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
Throughout this whole exchange, Vidya had never even been asked about what she thought about being Mr. Sarun's slave girl. And now she was being called a whore, and Mr. Sarun had described in graphic terms what he was going to do to her, yet not a word of protest from Vidya. The power of the cock!
"Go ahead, slut." Mr. Sarun turned to my wife. "Touch it."
Vidya gently touched, and then stroked his giant manhood. It wasn't even hard, and it was huge. Suddenly Mr. Sarun told Vidya to stand up. Then he told Rukmani to come and stand on his other side. I now looked at him, my boss - a giant of a man, naked from the waist down and a huge cock hanging with enormous balls swinging in the wind - and a woman on each arm. He had his arms wrapped around the waist of Vidya on one side, and Rukmani on the other. Both women looked at him adoringly, and Vidya's hands were still on his cock.
Mr. Sarun paraded the women on his arm. Rukmani and Vidya.
"Says some men collect coins, some stamps." He told us. "Me? I collect wives."
Both Rukmani and Vidya laughed with him. He then let them go and patted both women on their behind. "Wives are the ultimate objects to collect, don't you think so, Rajesh?"
"Er, yes sir."
"You wouldn't know though." Mr. Sarun laughed. He then again grabbed both women on either arm. He turned to Rukmani and kissed her passionately. Then he turned to Vidya and did the same. Both women were like putty in his arms.
"Wives are so nice to collect - other men's wives." Mr. Sarun laughed. "I get the mind blowing sex from them while the husbands get the nagging."
We watched as she expertly pressed his shoulders, rubbed his back, and ran her elbow down his spine. After sometime, Mr. Sarun had enough. He sat up, and then facing us, he beckoned Rukmani to stand closer to him.
Without any other word, as we watched, Mr. Sarun's fingers traced their way to Rukmani's blouse, and he started to pop open the buttons one by one. Rukmani just stood there with a smile on her face, as if being denuded in front of Mr. Sarun's guests was a common occurance with her. Within minutes, Rukmani's blouse and bra were undone, and her tits were now hanging out for all to see. Mr. Sarun grabbed one breast and started to squeeze it.
"Vidya, I always had a thing for young Nepali boobs." He told my wife. "Very firm, and at the same time, supple."
"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya could only nod. She had a slight amused smile on her face, as did Rukmani, who said no words in protest as her boss groped her openly. Clearly, Vidya was amazed at this brazen display of authority by Mr. Sarun.
Suddenly we heard footsteps. It was Imtiaz, Rukmani's husband, who had brought out a tray which had a few glasses and a bottle of wine. I noticed he didn't say anything as he put down his tray on the table. Here was his wife, with her tits exposed to all, being fondled and getting her boobs stroked by his boss, and Imtiaz kept his head and eyes down and continued with his work. I noticed that he did not also meet his wife's gaze, who continued to laugh at Mr. Sarun's jokes and encourage his roving hands. My boss pinched his maid servant's areole, before turning to her husband.
"Imtiaz," He ordered. "Come here."
"Yes, saabji."
Imitiaz now had to look up and walk to his boss, who had his hands on his wife's breasts. Imtiaz kept his eyes down. It was the ultimate display of power, control and humiliation, and Mr. Sarun reveled in the situation. Here was Imtiaz, being forced to be submissive and respectful to a man who was groping his wife in front of all.
"I won't be needing you anymore tonight." He told Imitaz. "Have dinner and go to bed."
"Yes, saabji."
"I will send your wife to bed once I am done with her." My boss continued. "No Nepali pussy needed tonight, when I have desi maal here."
"Yes, saabji."
I could see Vidya blush slightly when Mr. Sarun mentioned "desi maal" (or domestic product). It was now my turn to be humiliated as a cuckold. Mr. Sarun was openly saying to one cuckold that he didn't need his wife for the night, and then telling the other cuckold he was going to fuck his wife instead.
Imtiaz turned around, bowed slightly to Mr. Sarun, and left. After he departed, my boss spoke to me.
"As you can see Rajesh, you are not the only cuckold in this house."
I gulped. There it was, out in the open. My boss had just called me out as a cuckold, and in front of my wife. The implications for Vidya were now apparent.
"Yes, Sir."
Mr. Sarun turned to Vidya.
"My dear, would you like to change into something more comfortable? This is a pool. You should really be wearing a very revealing swim suit that showed off your voluptuous body."
My wife Vidya actually had the audacity to blush again.
"I am sorry, Sirjee." She demurred. "I didn't bring any with me."
"No problem." Mr. Sarun pointed at the change rooms on the other side of the pool. "I keep my lockers well stocked. I am sure you will find your size there."
Wordlessly, Vidya stood up. We all followed her sashaying figure as she walked over to the change rooms. As far as I was concerned, my cuckoldry had begun.
***
My boss continued to tweak Rukmani's nipples as he then turned to me and asked, "So, did you see me take Rumani's ass this afternoon?"
I gasped and turned bright red. Then I admitted that yes, we did see him and Rukmani have sex by the pool. Mr. Sarun laughed.
"I told Imtiaz to make sure to give you directions that would lead you to the pool, and to tell his wife to lie naked for me there." He told me. "I wanted your wife Vidya to see my cock. It's always good for women to know what awaits them in bed."
"Yes, Sir."
"I mean, your wife's agreed to be my bitch for a week anyways, but it's nice when a woman is willing, as opposed to reluctant."
"Yes, Sir."
I realized my boss was a very cunning and shrewd man. I wondered what else lay in store for the week.
Mr. Sarun suddenly turned and whistled. I followed his eyes.
Vidya had just reemerged from the changing rooms. Gone was her sari, her petticoat and her whole ensemble. She was now dressed in a blue two piece bathing suit that could only be described as ... barely there. Her face was slightly red - it was clear she was embarrassed. Later on she would tell me this was actually the most modest attire she could find there. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she walked back to her seat, and the top of her pubic area could be seen peeking out from the flimsy bottom piece.
Wordlessly Mr. Sarun got up and sat next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on her lips. Vidya looked at me like she couldn't believe at how fast he was doing what he was doing, but I merely turned my eyes away.
"Rajesh." Mr. Sarun's voice boomed. "I am now going to kiss your wife."
"Yes, Sir." I even had the audacity to smile to indicate my approval that hadn't even been asked for. Mr. Sarun saw, Mr. Sarun conquered. And I am sure he would cum as well.
Mr. Sarun held Vidya's head with both his hands and started kissing her in earnest. She had no choice but to comply, and respond in kind. I realized that Mr. Sarun had just started doing what he wanted to do, and neither I nor my wife's permission had been asked or sought for. It was clear that we were merely his slaves, with no will of our own, here to do his bidding for the week.
Rukmani, her breasts now back inside her blouse, came and stood next to me.
"Perhaps, Rajesh," She gently whispered to me, "You would like to visit the bathroom."
"Er, bathroom?"
"It would be wise," Rukmani smiled and continued to whisper to me, "to leave them alone for a bit."
"Er, yes, of course, if you think so."
Rukmani grabbed my arm and I stood up. Together, we walked to one end of the pool where the washrooms were.
It was rather difficult for me to pee immediately - my cock was actually hard! When we returned, Mr. Sarun had picked Vidya up and placed her on his lap, and he was still kissing her deeply. My wife had her eyes closed and her mouth open. His tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his arms.
I watched as he held her head with one hand, and put his other hand under her top to caress her breasts. I could tell that my wife was very excited and she seemed to tremble at his touch. I am sure in my absence Mr. Sarun had plied her with more wine; Vidya actually seemed giddy with excitement, and eagerly opened her mouth again as he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue. I could see a huge bulge in Mr. Sarun's crotch area.
Vidya's hands too soon dropped to his tented pants and it was Mr. Sarun's turn to smile. Taking a break from squeezing her breasts through her bikini top, Mr. Sarun smoothly lowered his zipper and pulled out a magnificent beast of a cock. He then placed Vidya back on the seat, away from his lap, and stood up. Vidya's eyes were now transfixed on his huge appendage. Mr. Sarun held it up using both hands, which did not reach all the way around it, and still had at least another hand or two of shaft left swaying in the open air. He now dropped his pants to the floor and his heavy and swollen balls swung freely. His penis was a monster and I knew now the source of his extreme confidence.
"Go ahead." He told my wife. "It's time you held a real man's cock. Go ahead, touch it, flop it around. See how heavy it is."
"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya then cast an eye on me. Mr. Sarun quickly intercepted her gaze.
"Don't worry about your husband," He told her. "He's going to sit quietly over there, like the good little wimp he is. Aren't you, Rajesh?"
"Yes, Sir."
"In fact, Rajesh, I am going to soon take your wife to my bed and treat her like the whore she is. Any problems?"
"No, Sir."
"Good. Her pussy is mine, her mouth is mine, her gaand (ass) is mine. Is that clear?"
"Er, yes, Sir." I replied. What else could I say? "Of course, Sir."
"Good! And for the rest of the week, while she may remain your wife, but she will be my raakhel, my whore. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
Throughout this whole exchange, Vidya had never even been asked about what she thought about being Mr. Sarun's slave girl. And now she was being called a whore, and Mr. Sarun had described in graphic terms what he was going to do to her, yet not a word of protest from Vidya. The power of the cock!
"Go ahead, slut." Mr. Sarun turned to my wife. "Touch it."
Vidya gently touched, and then stroked his giant manhood. It wasn't even hard, and it was huge. Suddenly Mr. Sarun told Vidya to stand up. Then he told Rukmani to come and stand on his other side. I now looked at him, my boss - a giant of a man, naked from the waist down and a huge cock hanging with enormous balls swinging in the wind - and a woman on each arm. He had his arms wrapped around the waist of Vidya on one side, and Rukmani on the other. Both women looked at him adoringly, and Vidya's hands were still on his cock.
Mr. Sarun paraded the women on his arm. Rukmani and Vidya.
"Says some men collect coins, some stamps." He told us. "Me? I collect wives."
Both Rukmani and Vidya laughed with him. He then let them go and patted both women on their behind. "Wives are the ultimate objects to collect, don't you think so, Rajesh?"
"Er, yes sir."
"You wouldn't know though." Mr. Sarun laughed. He then again grabbed both women on either arm. He turned to Rukmani and kissed her passionately. Then he turned to Vidya and did the same. Both women were like putty in his arms.
"Wives are so nice to collect - other men's wives." Mr. Sarun laughed. "I get the mind blowing sex from them while the husbands get the nagging."
Re: my wife vidya balan - Indian sex story
Once again Mr. Sarun kissed Rukmani, before turning around and kissing Vidya full on the lips. Through the thin material of her bikini top, I could see that Vidya's nipples were now quite hard, and erect. Whenever Mr. Sarun was kissing Rukmani, I could see Vidya's lips pout, while she waited. She was clearly aroused, and in heat.
Mr Sarun then turned to me.
"Who is going to fuck your wife tonight, Rajesh?"
"Sir, you Sir." I replied.
"And who will fuck her for the next week, Rajesh?"
"Sir, you are most welcome to her for the next week, Sir." I practically groveled.
Mr. Sarun then let go of Rukmani's waist, turned around and pinched Vidya's buttocks. She yelped, and my boss laughed.
"You wife Vidya will be lot of fun, Rajesh." He told me. "A new toy for me. Haven't played around with a new pussy in a while."
He then turned to my wife.
"Mrs. Vidya Mathur, ready to take this to the bedroom?"
"Sirjee." Vidya hesitated. "I left all of my clothes in the lockers."
Mr. Sarun laughed heartily, and then sharply spanked Vidya on her buttocks. "You won't need clothes tonight dear!"
***
I put my ear to the door. My boss and my wife had gone into his bedroom and had shut the door. Rukmani had already gone to the servant's quarters. I was to quietly go to my own room, but I waited here for a while, trying to listen to what's going on inside.
I could hear a conversation and some whispers. Probably my wife was asking for permission to use the washroom to freshen herself up. No doubt she wanted to look properly presentable to my boss. I marveled at how quickly my haughty wife was becoming accustomed to her role as the latest slave girl of my boss's harem. She never asked me permission for anything!
I heard some laughter, and then a loud smack. I grimaced - I could very well imagine what happened. My wife must have turned around to head to the washroom, and my boss, unable to contain himself at the sight of my wife's bubble butt in a barely-there thong, smacked her on her ass. Vidya's behind must have quivered at the slap, and she must have a red handprint on her butt. I could imagine her smiling flirtatiously as my boss smacked her bum again, and again, before she disappeared into the toilet. I could imagine my boss Mr. Sarun flexing his arms, walking over to the bed and sitting down, awaiting his latest prize filly - my wife's - arrival.
I waited for some time, and then I heard a door open. It must have been the washroom, and my wife was emerging. I heard a wolf whistle - Mr. Sarun's - admiring the sight of my now must-be-naked wife. I could imagine Vidya marching, somewhat haughtily, somewhat self-consciously, trying to cup her boobs in one hand and cover her lady parts down there with the other. Her hair must be falling lusciously to her shoulders as she walked to the bed.
"Look at you, saali!" I heard him exclaim. "You fill out properly in the nice places, babe!"
I heard a couple of smacks to her bum again, and then ... silence.
"Damn!" I heard him say. He must have been groping Vidya now, first squeezing her tits, then probably asking her to turn around so he can examine her butt. He was likely patting her butt, and then rubbing his hands all over her tummy, before pinching a nipple.
"Are these real?" I could hear him ask that to my wife, who would just nod and grin as Mr. Sarun continued to suck on her areole.
"What size are they again, Vidya?"
"Um .. 28DD I think, Sirjee?"
"Damn! They are much larger than 28DD, Vidya. DD is cup size, which is essentially how round the breasts are, 38 is what they measure with a tape around the chest. 28 is tiny. You are much, much, much larger, Vidya. What fucking breasts you have - they are giant melons!"
"Er, thank you Sirjee."
"Your husband is one lucky bastard, babe. Too bad he's such a pussy. You need a real cock in your choot (cunt)."
"Er .. yes, Sirjee."
Then there was more silence which I could only image was them both kissing. Vidya was a great kisser, no doubt flicking her tongue expertly at my boss's mouth, and I could hear her moans and ahhs and oohs come through the door.
"You have a big ass too, Vidya. Let's see your gaand, stand up, now crouch down. Good. I like a raandi who knows how to liste and obey their master."
I could hear some smacks and more oohs and aahs as Mr. Sarun was no doubt groping (and spanking) her buttocks. He would have her twerk, and as her butt cheeks jiggled as she twirled, he would kiss and squeeze Vidya there, followed by a spank. I myself was never allowed to spank Vidya, but both Gaurav and Ramu (and now Mr. Sarun) spanked her, and not a word of protest from Vidya. I felt a huge sense of shame and inadequacy. Here was my beloved wife being spanked on her buttocks by another man on the other side of the door, and all I could do was try to listen in, and not get caught in the act.
"Why don't you bend over the bed?" I heard Mr. Sarun order her. Vidya complied, I am sure, spreading her arms and lying face down on the edge of the bed, her ass hanging out. Mr. Sarun - like all of Vidya's lovers - seemed to be fascinated with her ass. I heard a pop - which I understood was the sound of a bottle cap opening. I later found out this was baby oil - Mr. Sarun had her spread her legs so he could oil her buttocks. Vidya continued to shake her bum as Mr. Sarun oiled, smacked, groped, pinched and kissed her butt.
Soon enough, the bed squeaked in jumble as they stepped in it. Vidya let out a deep sigh and before long I was listening to her moan every two or three minutes. I knew my boss was now likely fingering her between her thighs. He definitely knew how to pleasure a woman. Soon I heard a sound which I only knew was the sound Vidya made when she started to have an orgasm.
"Oh yes! Sirjee! Oh, you are too good! OH YES!"
Mr. Sarun hadn't even put his cock to use, and already Vidya had an orgasm.
"Every woman," I heard Mr. Sarun say, "loves the touch of a man other than their husband."
After about a few minutes of silence, they moved around some more and in no time I heard my boss let out an "ahhhhh." Vidya must have just enveloped his manhood with her fingers, perhaps taken his penis into her mouth. Not for the first time in my life I felt the electric mix of shock, jealousy, humiliation and, most importantly, arousal as I pictured my wife sucking the cock of yet another lover. I realized I had subconsciously put my hands into my pants and was now stroking myself. I was picturing my wife's breasts and hair flipping back and forth as she continued to suck Mr. Sarun. Finally he let a sharp cry.
"OOOO FUCK! WHAT A COCK SUCKER YOU ARE, BITCH! FUCK!"
A few more choice words followed, before he ordered, "Viyda! Make sure to clean every drop!"
Mr. Sarun was now presumably busy ejaculating into her throat, and onto her face. This was the first of many loads he would put into my wife through one of her holes.
It was nearly ten minutes before I heard something again. A warm humiliation came over me as I heard the first of the squeaking of the bed springs. I began to fondle myself in earnest. I had to admit that the humiliation of my wife's unfaithfulness was stirring me in my loins. I could hear from the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame that Vidya was being penetrated.
"Oooooh! Sirjee!"
Her cry was a sharp stab into my wounds. I wonder how I would have felt if I could have seen exactly what was happening. That massive cock, the one that Vidya had been lusting after ever since seeing it go inside Rukmani, was now finally making its way through her love canal.
"Oh YESSS!! Ahhh! AHHH!! SIRJEE!" Vidya began to cry out louder and louder as the bed began hitting the wall. The bedsprings were now squeaking furiously as she received my boss's thrusts.
"Oh yes! OOOH YES! Sirjee, PUSH!"
The bed began hitting the wall hard and the springs sounded as if they were going to break. Vidya was now grunting in short bursts. I imagined that her breasts must be slapping back and forth as my boss pushed himself from back in and out, in and out, in and out of her pussy.
"Yes, Sirjee! Please! Fuck me harder! Harder! Oh yes, OH YES!"
Vidya now let out a tremendous roar as she started to climax on his glistening, thrusting pole. No doubt he too was going to soon empty his huge balls into her.
I heard a couple of very loud smacks. Later on, Vidya had told me that this was Mr. Sarun slapping her cheeks, not hard, but not softly either. None of Vidya's previous lovers had ever slapped her face, but Mr. Sarun loved his power and he loved to humiliate - Vidya was his whore and she would have to take it.
I had heard enough. I decided to retire for the night. I felt tired, and drained. The love of my life was getting the fucking of her life, and not from me. Right now my boss's balls were emptying their juice into my wife's wet and willing cunt. I struggled to sleep, both because it was a new place and a new bed, and also at the thought of what was happening to my wife Vidya at this very minute.
Later on, I had asked Vidya as to how many times exactly had Mr. Sarun fucked her that first night.
"Oh, I don't really know, darling." She admitted. "At one time, I actually passed out, but I am sure he continued to hump me. He could really recover fast. He fucked me like an animal. His fingers were always playing with my pussy. I could not but help be constantly aroused, and it was tiring. He knew where my clit was and played with it. The worst part was the way he looked deep into my eyes every time he pushed his huge dick into me. I couldn't help but think that this man would be my father's age and he was fucking me. And fucking me so well. Sigh."
***
The next morning, we all had breakfast at around 8 in the morning. I was seated at one end of the table, and Mr. Sarun at the other. My wife Vidya was seated right beside him. She was wearing a nightie (it was more of a negligee - of a very thin material and the shoulders exposed). I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and no doubt she wasn't wearing a pantie either. The maid servants had prepared a tasty breakfast that I finished quickly. After we finished our tea, Mr. Sarun suddenly turned to me.
"Rajesh, please stand up."
"Yes, Sir." I hastened to obey.
"Can you please stand there, in that corner? Good! Imtiaz and Fateh, please go and stand beside Rajesh."
His servants rushed to comply. So now there were three of us men standing nervously in one corner of the room.
"Vidya? Please get up and stand in this corner. Rukmani! Narges! Go and stand beside Vidya."
Mr. Sarun had placed all the cuckolds on one side and their wives in the other. At this point I was assuming even Fateh was a cuckold and his wife Narges was Mr. Sarun's toy as well. In the very next minute I was proven right.
"Narges!" Mr. Sarun now bellowed. "Come here!"
Narges walked over ponderously to stand next to her boss Mr. Sarun.
"Narges!" Mr. Sarun ordered. "Turn around so your back is to us. I want you to pull up your sari and bend over. Show us that big ass of yours."
Narges turned beet red, and I could see her face flush with embarrassment, but she wasn't going to disobey her master. In front of everyone in the room, including her own husband Fateh, she did as she was told. She bent down to grab at the hem of her sari, and then rolled it all up so it was up to her waist, exposing her to ourselves. She was not wearing any panties, and I could see a thick bushy layer of pubic hair covering her shame. Vidya told me that was the general orders of Mr. Sarun - no female servant was to wear panties in the house - so Mr. Sarun could have her at a moment's notice if he wanted to. They were all always available to the boss at all times.
Turning around quickly, Narges then bent over at the waist, as if "mooning" us. Her ass was now on display for us to see. Narges remained motionless in this position, awaiting Mr. Sarun's further instructions.
Across Narges's shapely buttocks were a half dozen or so red streaks. I don't know too much about corporal punishment, but these looked like they were welts of a cane that must have burned like fire when they were fresh. For the first time, I understood the absolute sadistic mind of my boss Mr. Sarun. He demanded absolute, total obedience. I comprehended the consequences of my wife's slavery, and it frightened me.
Mr Sarun then turned to me.
"Who is going to fuck your wife tonight, Rajesh?"
"Sir, you Sir." I replied.
"And who will fuck her for the next week, Rajesh?"
"Sir, you are most welcome to her for the next week, Sir." I practically groveled.
Mr. Sarun then let go of Rukmani's waist, turned around and pinched Vidya's buttocks. She yelped, and my boss laughed.
"You wife Vidya will be lot of fun, Rajesh." He told me. "A new toy for me. Haven't played around with a new pussy in a while."
He then turned to my wife.
"Mrs. Vidya Mathur, ready to take this to the bedroom?"
"Sirjee." Vidya hesitated. "I left all of my clothes in the lockers."
Mr. Sarun laughed heartily, and then sharply spanked Vidya on her buttocks. "You won't need clothes tonight dear!"
***
I put my ear to the door. My boss and my wife had gone into his bedroom and had shut the door. Rukmani had already gone to the servant's quarters. I was to quietly go to my own room, but I waited here for a while, trying to listen to what's going on inside.
I could hear a conversation and some whispers. Probably my wife was asking for permission to use the washroom to freshen herself up. No doubt she wanted to look properly presentable to my boss. I marveled at how quickly my haughty wife was becoming accustomed to her role as the latest slave girl of my boss's harem. She never asked me permission for anything!
I heard some laughter, and then a loud smack. I grimaced - I could very well imagine what happened. My wife must have turned around to head to the washroom, and my boss, unable to contain himself at the sight of my wife's bubble butt in a barely-there thong, smacked her on her ass. Vidya's behind must have quivered at the slap, and she must have a red handprint on her butt. I could imagine her smiling flirtatiously as my boss smacked her bum again, and again, before she disappeared into the toilet. I could imagine my boss Mr. Sarun flexing his arms, walking over to the bed and sitting down, awaiting his latest prize filly - my wife's - arrival.
I waited for some time, and then I heard a door open. It must have been the washroom, and my wife was emerging. I heard a wolf whistle - Mr. Sarun's - admiring the sight of my now must-be-naked wife. I could imagine Vidya marching, somewhat haughtily, somewhat self-consciously, trying to cup her boobs in one hand and cover her lady parts down there with the other. Her hair must be falling lusciously to her shoulders as she walked to the bed.
"Look at you, saali!" I heard him exclaim. "You fill out properly in the nice places, babe!"
I heard a couple of smacks to her bum again, and then ... silence.
"Damn!" I heard him say. He must have been groping Vidya now, first squeezing her tits, then probably asking her to turn around so he can examine her butt. He was likely patting her butt, and then rubbing his hands all over her tummy, before pinching a nipple.
"Are these real?" I could hear him ask that to my wife, who would just nod and grin as Mr. Sarun continued to suck on her areole.
"What size are they again, Vidya?"
"Um .. 28DD I think, Sirjee?"
"Damn! They are much larger than 28DD, Vidya. DD is cup size, which is essentially how round the breasts are, 38 is what they measure with a tape around the chest. 28 is tiny. You are much, much, much larger, Vidya. What fucking breasts you have - they are giant melons!"
"Er, thank you Sirjee."
"Your husband is one lucky bastard, babe. Too bad he's such a pussy. You need a real cock in your choot (cunt)."
"Er .. yes, Sirjee."
Then there was more silence which I could only image was them both kissing. Vidya was a great kisser, no doubt flicking her tongue expertly at my boss's mouth, and I could hear her moans and ahhs and oohs come through the door.
"You have a big ass too, Vidya. Let's see your gaand, stand up, now crouch down. Good. I like a raandi who knows how to liste and obey their master."
I could hear some smacks and more oohs and aahs as Mr. Sarun was no doubt groping (and spanking) her buttocks. He would have her twerk, and as her butt cheeks jiggled as she twirled, he would kiss and squeeze Vidya there, followed by a spank. I myself was never allowed to spank Vidya, but both Gaurav and Ramu (and now Mr. Sarun) spanked her, and not a word of protest from Vidya. I felt a huge sense of shame and inadequacy. Here was my beloved wife being spanked on her buttocks by another man on the other side of the door, and all I could do was try to listen in, and not get caught in the act.
"Why don't you bend over the bed?" I heard Mr. Sarun order her. Vidya complied, I am sure, spreading her arms and lying face down on the edge of the bed, her ass hanging out. Mr. Sarun - like all of Vidya's lovers - seemed to be fascinated with her ass. I heard a pop - which I understood was the sound of a bottle cap opening. I later found out this was baby oil - Mr. Sarun had her spread her legs so he could oil her buttocks. Vidya continued to shake her bum as Mr. Sarun oiled, smacked, groped, pinched and kissed her butt.
Soon enough, the bed squeaked in jumble as they stepped in it. Vidya let out a deep sigh and before long I was listening to her moan every two or three minutes. I knew my boss was now likely fingering her between her thighs. He definitely knew how to pleasure a woman. Soon I heard a sound which I only knew was the sound Vidya made when she started to have an orgasm.
"Oh yes! Sirjee! Oh, you are too good! OH YES!"
Mr. Sarun hadn't even put his cock to use, and already Vidya had an orgasm.
"Every woman," I heard Mr. Sarun say, "loves the touch of a man other than their husband."
After about a few minutes of silence, they moved around some more and in no time I heard my boss let out an "ahhhhh." Vidya must have just enveloped his manhood with her fingers, perhaps taken his penis into her mouth. Not for the first time in my life I felt the electric mix of shock, jealousy, humiliation and, most importantly, arousal as I pictured my wife sucking the cock of yet another lover. I realized I had subconsciously put my hands into my pants and was now stroking myself. I was picturing my wife's breasts and hair flipping back and forth as she continued to suck Mr. Sarun. Finally he let a sharp cry.
"OOOO FUCK! WHAT A COCK SUCKER YOU ARE, BITCH! FUCK!"
A few more choice words followed, before he ordered, "Viyda! Make sure to clean every drop!"
Mr. Sarun was now presumably busy ejaculating into her throat, and onto her face. This was the first of many loads he would put into my wife through one of her holes.
It was nearly ten minutes before I heard something again. A warm humiliation came over me as I heard the first of the squeaking of the bed springs. I began to fondle myself in earnest. I had to admit that the humiliation of my wife's unfaithfulness was stirring me in my loins. I could hear from the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame that Vidya was being penetrated.
"Oooooh! Sirjee!"
Her cry was a sharp stab into my wounds. I wonder how I would have felt if I could have seen exactly what was happening. That massive cock, the one that Vidya had been lusting after ever since seeing it go inside Rukmani, was now finally making its way through her love canal.
"Oh YESSS!! Ahhh! AHHH!! SIRJEE!" Vidya began to cry out louder and louder as the bed began hitting the wall. The bedsprings were now squeaking furiously as she received my boss's thrusts.
"Oh yes! OOOH YES! Sirjee, PUSH!"
The bed began hitting the wall hard and the springs sounded as if they were going to break. Vidya was now grunting in short bursts. I imagined that her breasts must be slapping back and forth as my boss pushed himself from back in and out, in and out, in and out of her pussy.
"Yes, Sirjee! Please! Fuck me harder! Harder! Oh yes, OH YES!"
Vidya now let out a tremendous roar as she started to climax on his glistening, thrusting pole. No doubt he too was going to soon empty his huge balls into her.
I heard a couple of very loud smacks. Later on, Vidya had told me that this was Mr. Sarun slapping her cheeks, not hard, but not softly either. None of Vidya's previous lovers had ever slapped her face, but Mr. Sarun loved his power and he loved to humiliate - Vidya was his whore and she would have to take it.
I had heard enough. I decided to retire for the night. I felt tired, and drained. The love of my life was getting the fucking of her life, and not from me. Right now my boss's balls were emptying their juice into my wife's wet and willing cunt. I struggled to sleep, both because it was a new place and a new bed, and also at the thought of what was happening to my wife Vidya at this very minute.
Later on, I had asked Vidya as to how many times exactly had Mr. Sarun fucked her that first night.
"Oh, I don't really know, darling." She admitted. "At one time, I actually passed out, but I am sure he continued to hump me. He could really recover fast. He fucked me like an animal. His fingers were always playing with my pussy. I could not but help be constantly aroused, and it was tiring. He knew where my clit was and played with it. The worst part was the way he looked deep into my eyes every time he pushed his huge dick into me. I couldn't help but think that this man would be my father's age and he was fucking me. And fucking me so well. Sigh."
***
The next morning, we all had breakfast at around 8 in the morning. I was seated at one end of the table, and Mr. Sarun at the other. My wife Vidya was seated right beside him. She was wearing a nightie (it was more of a negligee - of a very thin material and the shoulders exposed). I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and no doubt she wasn't wearing a pantie either. The maid servants had prepared a tasty breakfast that I finished quickly. After we finished our tea, Mr. Sarun suddenly turned to me.
"Rajesh, please stand up."
"Yes, Sir." I hastened to obey.
"Can you please stand there, in that corner? Good! Imtiaz and Fateh, please go and stand beside Rajesh."
His servants rushed to comply. So now there were three of us men standing nervously in one corner of the room.
"Vidya? Please get up and stand in this corner. Rukmani! Narges! Go and stand beside Vidya."
Mr. Sarun had placed all the cuckolds on one side and their wives in the other. At this point I was assuming even Fateh was a cuckold and his wife Narges was Mr. Sarun's toy as well. In the very next minute I was proven right.
"Narges!" Mr. Sarun now bellowed. "Come here!"
Narges walked over ponderously to stand next to her boss Mr. Sarun.
"Narges!" Mr. Sarun ordered. "Turn around so your back is to us. I want you to pull up your sari and bend over. Show us that big ass of yours."
Narges turned beet red, and I could see her face flush with embarrassment, but she wasn't going to disobey her master. In front of everyone in the room, including her own husband Fateh, she did as she was told. She bent down to grab at the hem of her sari, and then rolled it all up so it was up to her waist, exposing her to ourselves. She was not wearing any panties, and I could see a thick bushy layer of pubic hair covering her shame. Vidya told me that was the general orders of Mr. Sarun - no female servant was to wear panties in the house - so Mr. Sarun could have her at a moment's notice if he wanted to. They were all always available to the boss at all times.
Turning around quickly, Narges then bent over at the waist, as if "mooning" us. Her ass was now on display for us to see. Narges remained motionless in this position, awaiting Mr. Sarun's further instructions.
Across Narges's shapely buttocks were a half dozen or so red streaks. I don't know too much about corporal punishment, but these looked like they were welts of a cane that must have burned like fire when they were fresh. For the first time, I understood the absolute sadistic mind of my boss Mr. Sarun. He demanded absolute, total obedience. I comprehended the consequences of my wife's slavery, and it frightened me.