Chapter 10
My wife is given as a reward to a Board member -- Rajesh
Author's note: This is a story of a cheating wife, of adultery, of cuckoldry and small penis humiliation. If that is not your thing, skip this story. And remember while adultery can be a great source of enjoyment in fantasy and erotica, in real life it damages souls and destroys marriages. Please treat the following story as a fiction and fantasy piece only. It is written to deliver pleasure, and has no other purpose. -- Tarek Zia
My cell phone rang loudly from its holder in the car.
It was my big boss, and my wife's master, Mr. Sarun. As I was driving, I tapped the Bluetooth receive call button on the steering wheel.
"Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun's loud voice boomed through my car's audio system.
"Sir!" I immediately replied. It was 5.51 pm here in India, and I was heading home, so it must have been 8.15 am for Mr. Sarun in New York.
"Where are you Rajesh?" He asked. "I hear lots of noise in the background."
"I am on the road, Sir." I answered. "I am driving home from the office, Sir."
"And I am on the speakerphone?" Mr. Sarun asked.
"Yes, Sir." I replied, and then quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, Sir. I am here in the car by myself."
"Good! And how is my favourite cuckold?" Mr. Sarun asked, taunting me.
"I am good, Sir." I responded. "Thanks to you, Sir. The new pool has been great for us."
"You know, Rajesh, you are different type of cuckold than the ones I usually deal with." My boss told me.
I knew my wife was not the only wife Mr. Sarun kept as a mistress.
"Er ... how, Sir?"
"Usually when I am banging a married woman, her husband doesn't know." He said. "I like fucking a married woman if her husband has no idea. It's great knowing I can convince her to cheat on her marital vows."
"I see, Sir."
"I like the first time a married woman sees my cock and tells me that I'm bigger than her husband." My boss was boasting. "Shagging a married woman is great. I don't have to deal with her baggage, her nagging, her kids or her mother. No family problems. Married women are horny when they come to you. The sex is always a sure thing and usually great. After I fuck them they always leave."
"Er ... I guess so, Sir."
"But with you, and your slut wife Vidya, it's a little different."
My slut wife ...
"Er ... how so, Sir?"
"First, I love fucking a wife in their marriage bed. I can do that with Vidya. I don't have to take her to a hotel. But it's even better having you there as our servant."
I knew what answer I had to give then. I was by now a well-trained cuckold.
"Sir, it is an honour for me to serve you while you make love to my wife, Sir. You can keep her happy; something I cannot do in bed, Sir. Whatever I can do to help, I do, Sir. I love my wife, Sir."
"You are a good trained servant, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun gave me that rare praise. Usually for the last few weeks all I had from him was scolding and taunts, as we were on a very stressful project.
"I like it when the husband thanks me for fucking his wife." Mr. Sarun continued. "And I like that I can send you to get me a beer or something while your sexy slutty wife sucks on my cock."
"Er ... thank you, Sir."
Boy, I was really glad I was alone in the car! I was being humiliated like anything!
"Do you know why I sometimes cum on your wife Vidya's face, Rajesh?"
Because you are a fucking pervert and so is my wife, Sir.
"Er ... no, Sir."
"I always like cumming on a married woman's face knowing she has to clean up before she can return to her husband, and I like cumming in her mouth knowing her husband will kiss her later. You, Rajesh, have to kiss Vidya knowing I had used her mouth as a cum dump. And sometimes -- as a place to pee."
I knew once more what answer I had to give then. Vidya had really trained me well as a cuckold.
"Sir," I replied, "It is an honour for me to kiss that same mouth, Sir. The same mouth that had taken your cum, or your urine. I know my place, Sir."
"You know what else I like doing with your wife Vidya, Rajesh?"
I know exactly what you do to my wife, Sir. I have it all recorded.
"Er ... you tell me, Sir."
"I like to treat her like my property. She is my slave. And I like giving her to a friend to use and treat her like a cum dump. Your wife Vidya loves that kinky shit."
So Mr. Sarun
had
shared Vidya with a friend or two! I always suspected that, but Vidya never admitted that to me. It must have been when he had taken her on one of his business trips. Vidya usually avoided gang-bangs, but the scene of her taking on those pool workers was still fresh in my mind.
"It's a privilege for my wife and I to be of service to a real man like you, Sir." I abjectly continued my humiliation. "We are both looking forward to you joining us next week here in India at our home, Sir. Vidya is really awaiting your arrival, Sir. She has even got a new swim suit for you, Sir. And I am ready to serve you and my wife while you are here, Sir."
"That will have to wait, cuckold. I will not be fucking your wife next week."
"Um ... Sir?"
Mr. Sarun then dropped the bombshell.
"That's why I called you, Rajesh." He said. "I won't be coming to India this month."
"Oh? Vidya ... will be so disappointed, Sir."
"Yes ... well ... one of my dear friend's daughter is getting married here in the USA. I have to go to LA for the ceremony. I cannot make time to fly to India this month, and overall there's not much in terms of business that I need to take care of."
"I see, Sir."
Inside, I was extremely elated and happy. No Mr. Sarun this month! I know Vidya would be disappointed, but I would not have to share her with another man for those seven to ten days! Moreover, our anniversary was coming up, so I could actually have my dear wife to myself on our anniversary!
My joy and relief, however, would quickly come crashing down.
"Cucky! Do you know the sale we made to Nathaliya Mall Group last week?" Mr. Sarun suddenly asked.
I know when Mr. Sarun was just talking to me, he would often address me as 'cuckold' or 'cucky' or 'cuck'. There's no real Hindi translation for that word, so often he would just use the English term. I just hoped he wasn't going to call me a 'cuckold' in front of others.
Nathaliya Mall Group was a large consortium that owned several mid-sized shopping malls in India, Malaysia and UAE. Our company had managed to sell a large range of products and services to them recently, concluding the sale last month. Monitoring devices such as sensors, security devices such as cameras, software and support, and so on. It was worth crores of rupees over several years, and ensured we would be heading into the next quarter on a solid financial footing.
"Ashish worked really hard to get us that deal." Mr. Sarun said.
"Yes, Sir. He was Sir. I didn't think he would do it, but he pulled it off, Sir."
Ashish was an influential member on the board of our company. His main strength was contacts. He knew people everywhere. It was through one such connection that our company secured that mega deal. I had severe misgivings about the deal, thinking it wouldn't go through. I had even mentioned it at a meeting once -- but Ashish had argued with me at that meeting. By his position as member of the board, the company went for the deal. And Ashish ensured it happened and went through without any last minute hitch.
Ashish was also a member of the WhatsApp group called "Sarun's Leaders". It was a small group of 12 people, including me. Other than me, the rest of the men in that group were influential people on the board of our company. Kumar, Ashish, Kabir -- these were a few of the names I recognized on that chat. All these men knew that I was a cuckold, and Mr. Sarun was banging my wife, as Mr. Sarun would share some raunchy snaps of Vidya in this group.
