The Iyer Family

The Intro

My wife is a spoilt bitch. That's the least of her descriptions. She comes from an extremely well to do IAS family. Both her parents are in the IAS, and she has grown up as a single child in the absolute lap of luxury. She has had servants around her for her every single command, and she has grown up used to being in power.

Her parents are both often in different cities, and she has grown up in both houses. When I met her parents for the first time, it was separately. Her dad came across as a total overlord. The servants in house were instructed to wash my feet every time I came from outside and press my legs every day, for the four days I stayed at their forest house. I saw her father walk around in his undies amidst the servants and call them freely to give him an oil massage on weekends. His daughter, at that time my girlfriend, did not find anything odd in this which left me wondering.

When I met her mother in their defense establishment cantonment, it was similar. On seeing her mother, I knew where my babe inherited both her ass and tits, as well as her extremely abusive nature. If her father wielded power by his stature, her mother was physically abusive to the servants. She would slap them or hit them with anything nearby if they did not do what she wanted, and in my 3 day weekend there, I noticed her doing this frequently. Once when she was literally slapping and pulling the ear of a maid, I happened to catch her eye, and she looked at me sternly, and gave the maid two more tight slaps and pulled her to the ground by her hair and spat on her, and left. My then girlfriend again was extremely calm about this, and found nothing odd.

It was clear her parents were also equally abusive of their professional titles, and the family had wealth beyond my limited imagination. Multiple houses, acres and acres of land, tons of cash and gold, their richness seemed endless. So when Ramya (their daughter) wanted to marry simple old me, they were surprised. And I was not sure how to convey that I was the right person for their daughter. After all, I was an abandoned orphan, I would imagine that a very super smart high iq woman had sex with a Greek God physique guy, and they left their love child outside the orphanage. The reason I used to imagine so was that I was wildly successful academically, and was really well built. And I was hung. At 9 inches long and an easy 3.5 inches round, I had what porn would call a monster cock. And Ramya was a slut.

For all her shenanigans of domination and beating up servants which she also indulged in, in bed she needed to be tamed. I did not realize this initially. But when she started to kiss me violently on our first date, and reach for my cock, a change came upon her immediately on feeling it. She changed from an aggressive bitch to a submissive slut, and began to slobber and babble while giving me a blowjob and fingering herself. Soon her sub nature was clearer. She was a loud screamer too. Loud moans and noisy orgasms were her prerogative, where she would try and transition back from the sub to the bitch, but her itch for sex brought her back to being a sub, and after multiple orgasms over extended sex sessions, she would fall asleep and wake up to being the bitch she was.

And therefore, the only way I thought I could prove my worth to her parents, was to make them realize why she liked me. I knew they were asking her what she saw in me, and offered to get her married to some hot shot Industrialist or IAS from their circle, but Ramya was adamant. And with good reason. She had fucked around a bit, but it was I who noticed the sub in her and fucked her so, while most others were intimidated by her and would fuck her in a calm and docile manner. But I raped this bitch. I dominated her by fucking every hole of hers, and treating her like a roadside whore when in bed; and yet by day, I was courteous and played the quiet enabling boyfriend, while she was back to her bitch self.

So it was first her fathers house, Mr Vasu Iyer. Chief of the forestlands of a state in India. And on the first day, during the morning, I saw Vasu Iyer being serviced by the men and women in his palatial bungalow, getting him water, massaging his body, pressing his feet and what not. I did not detect active sex but I had a feeling this was not off limits. Ramya of course, played dumb and acted as if all was normal. And in the three nights we were there, Ramya made sure we slept in different rooms each night. Once it was the room above the servant rooms, and they sure heard us fuck even if the noise did not carry to her dad. The second night was the room directly above her dad's, and she was even more noisy and that made me fuck her harder. The third and final night was in the room right next to her fathers, where she was her abusive best while being fucked in the ass by me, and I was in no mood for mercy. The bitch wanted her fuck all parents to know why she loved me - this was it. Damn Good Sex. Period.

Each of the next mornings, she behaved normally - which involved barking orders at the servants and slapping them. In front of her dad, she was a spoilt bitch as always, with her father always taking out multiple bundles of notes from any of the nearby safes and asking her to have a good time. I felt odd that he knew I had done his daughter, but he seemed impressed. In fact in the final day, when I had pounded Ramya's ass all night, she woke up late. Mr Iyer was up and in the kitchen, Ganga the maid and her sister Champa the cook were both at his service. On seeing me he peeked behind to see the closed door to our room and asked "She's still sleeping?" and I nodded. Mr Iyer looked at both the women and smiled, and they all giggled as though there was a private joke. I knew this man was fucking them both, at that instant. To make it more obvious, Mr Iyer said, "Look, even if you guys do not get married for some reason, feel free to come here anytime and spend time in the forest. Ganga and Champa are big fans of yours", and while Ganga blushed and said "Kya Saheb, aap bhi"; Champa was more direct "Haan bade saaheb, chote saheb aayenge toh aapke saath inka bhi full body massage kar doongi" and they all laughed.

Meanwhile my wife woke up, and we left in the day. She was back to being dominant and said "My dad is impressed by you. Next month long weekend we meet my mom". That's all she said and got on her phone in the return flight. On landing, we reached her ladies hostel, but in the car she got horny. Despite it being an airport cab, she pushed me back in the backseat, took out my cock and gave me a sloppy noisy blowjob and made me cum and drank all my cum. And she quietly left. The driver was baffled but I had got used to these sudden desires of Ramya, and we continued till he dropped me off at my place. The next month in her moms house was different.

Ramya's own figure was a 36C chest, with black nipples. She had a 38 inch ass. But her mom was a straight 38DD for sure, with a 42 inch ass no less. And she was not fat but just large. Her breasts sagged because of their weight but her ass did not, and would jut out. And when we met, Ramya's mom, Sandhya, hugged me and said "Ramya has not told me much but Vasu has said a lot about you". And in this hug, she leaned in and whispered the above into my ear, "I can't wait to see how good you are" and with a definite pause, she said "to Ramya", and giggled. My penis was rapidly growing and I was sure she felt it poker her navel.

Unlike her dad's house, this time, in the night, Ramya kept the door half open. I was not sure but she threw caution to the wind and had me fuck her bad. Like really bad. This time she was screaming shit like "bite me, make me bleed, mark me" and was just wild. More than once I felt I saw a shadow at the door watching us fuck. At one point I was sure because the cigarette smoke smell was stronger as if it was nearer and not the sofa, and many times I saw smoke near the door. It was clear that Sandhya was watching us fuck and smoking leisurely, while I pounded the shit out of her daughter.

The next morning, all roles were reversed. Sandhya was even more dominant that Ramya in being a bitch and that extended to Ramya as well. Post lunch, Sandhya openly told Ramya that "You stupid idiot, can't you keep your voice down in the night?", to which Ramya replied "Mom, he's sooo good, I just forget everything". This was with me sitting right at the same table! And the servants Mary and Sangeeta right next to us. Sandhya smiled and looked at me and said "Well young man, that's my happy daughter. Keep her happy and you will have nothing to complain in life. Did Vasu invite you over without Ramya?" I did not know how to answer this and Sandhya giggled and said "Well, you are welcome here for sure. Ramya - tell him". To which Ramya meekily replied "Yes mom. Siva - you should listen to my parents and come when they call you". I noticed the different wording. That night Ramya went wilder.

The next morning, Sandhya was in tights doing Yoga when I came out. Her body was on display. Literally. She stared at me staring at her, and my spent cock seemed to rise again to hardness. I could do nothing to control it. She saw the tent form. A wet patch appeared. Mary and Sangeeta came in from the kitchen. Their nighties were transparent and it was clear they were naked beneath it. Sandhya stared at my growing cock. Her nipples grew harder. Sandhya then ordered "Siva, go and be with Ramya. Now. Mary - call Ahmed and Rafiq, and ask them to come immediately. Both of you dress properly. Sangeeta, get the hot oil and come to my room" and after barking these orders, we all moved in different directions. I fucked Ramya senseless for another hour. She was spent and unconscious. When I walked out, I saw Sangeeta at the end of the corridor. She said "aap abhi baahar mat aana". That was an instruction. I heard sounds of abuse and sex from a distance. A woman was abusing saying "gaand chaat haram khor" and "tujhe paani nikalne ki himmat kaise hui, followed by the distinct sounds of slaps. I recognized the voice as Sandhya's and saw that behind Sangeeta, Mary was standing guard at the entrance of the corridor to Sandhya's room. Both women giggled and smiled at each other. And Sangeeta said "Jaiye Ramya ke paas vaapas".

On the return flight, Ramya said "My mom likes you. We get married when she finds a muhurth." That was it.

The story really began 4 weeks later, when we got married and Ramya came home with Shanti and Lakshmi, two full time maids from her home town. Now there are stories there. And then when Sandhya came to visit her daughter and check on her. A few tales there. And then when Ramya was pregnant, and Sandhya invited me to join Vasu as he visited her house in the Cantt. A lot of stories there. And finally when Vasu and I went out with our wives, and a lot of it all became clearer, in the final tales of the Iyer family.