My wife and I attend a board meeting in a resort - 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
In terms of disclosure, there is one scene in this story that pays homage to a favourite classic cuckold story of mine - "Cuckold in a wheelchair".
"That was Sir
jee
." Vidya announced, as she ended her phone call.
"Yes, I realized that." I replied, immediately getting nervous. "What did Mr. Sarun want?"
It was evening, and we were both seated on the couch in the living room, having just finished watching a movie. We were still both snuggled up closely under the one blanket, when Mr. Sarun had called my wife on her cellphone. And then I had to jealously spend the next fifteen minutes sitting and listening to my wife laugh, giggle, smile and occasionally blush (like a schoolgirl talking to her crush) as she had a long talk with this old man.
This old man, Sirj
ee
- as my wife Vidya called Mr. Sarun - was of course my big boss and the CEO of the company I worked for. You can also fairly say that Mr. Sarun was our master, and both my wife and I were his mere slaves. The difference was that my wife enjoyed being Mr. Sarun's slave girl and his chattel and his bitch, and for me it was pure emotional torture, given my education and social standing, and the fact that he was banging my wife.
As those of you who are reading my stories know, for the last eight months Mr. Sarun has been fucking my wife at will, while treating me as a mere servant whenever he was here at my house. I am an object of ridicule as he humiliates me while he repeatedly cuckolds me, often fucking my wife in front of me. Or in front of his servants. Or having his servants fuck my wife.
Mr. Sarun was in India every month, visiting from USA, and my wife was his local cum dump and his loyal whore and smitten slave girl. I don't know if it was his big cock, or his vast wealth, or his tall and dark good looks, or his athletic body, or his skills in bed, but my wife let Mr. Sarun do WHATEVER he wanted to her.
With some of her other lovers, Vidya
did
seem to have SOME limits, but Mr. Sarun enjoyed a full pass. He would fuck her in any of her holes - stretching her pussy, or cumming violently in her ass, or having her swallow as he ejaculated gallons of cum down her throat.
He would often spank her harshly, leaving her milky white buttocks cherry red and bruised. He would cane her callously, with her ass and thighs often bearing the marks of his strap, his belt or his cane. He regularly loved to slap her until her cheeks were flushed, especially she was sucking him off - and my wife was tolerant and willing to obey his every whim. Even though he was old enough to be her father, he did whatever he wanted to my wife. Often in front of me, knowing I was powerless to intervene.
And it wasn't just him fucking or using my Vidya under our arrangement. Last month I had found out that Mr. Sarun even had other men occasionally fuck my wife. There were times Mr. Sarun had asked Vidya to travel to a resort rather than him visit my house, and I had found out last month that in those resorts, Vidya would often spend the entire week being repeatedly gangbanged by Mr. Sarun's friends and associates.
Just two weeks ago, if you recall my last writing, it was the turn of our Board member Ashish to enjoy my hospitality at our house - and ravish my wife's body.
For close to a week this old man Ashish stayed at our place, and in my bedroom, and
in
my wife. For seven days Ashish was constantly making love to my wife. He made Vidya call him 'uncle', and she was his '
beti
'. All this time, Ashish treated me like a mere servant, and sometimes called me in to "watch and learn" as his large cock was constantly in and out of my wife. Despite his age, and his paunch, Ashish made my wife cum time after time, and she was constantly moaning and taking his name as she got fucked.
What really got me worried ... and aroused ... was the number of times she told him, "I love you."
It was now two weeks since Ashish's departure. And just last week my wife had started her period. She just finished yesterday. Vidya did not let me fuck her on her periods, so I was kept happy with a couple of handjobs and one blowjob. I was looking forward to resuming normal conjugal relations with her, again, just like I had after Ashish had left, when Mr. Sarun had called.
"What did he want?" I nervously asked, as Vidya hung up, wearing a smile on her lips.
"He has ordered us to go to Goa tomorrow." Vidya announced. "For a week! His secretary will be emailing us the flight details soon."
"Goa?" I was curious. "What's going on there? Is Mr. Sarun coming to India?"
"There's an emergency board meeting." Vidya said. "Apparently, it's all secretive, so the rest of the company doesn't know, but the Board is meeting this week in Goa due to a sudden crisis. All week long! And Mr. Sarun wants us to be there also. Us. Both you and me."
I wonder what the crisis was that I, as a senior employee in the company, didn't know. An all-week long Board meeting!
"But what will we do there?" I asked. "We are not on the Board. At least ... not until we got those shares."
"I know." Vidya smiled. "Four more months to go for that."
That was one of the reasons why we were Mr. Sarun's slaves. There were still four months before the shares he made into Vidya's name matured, and she became a legitimate partner in the company's ownership.
"Yes. Four more months." I repeated her words. "So ... what are we doing there? And does he want us for the WHOLE week?"
Vidya grinned. It was the grin of a woman who knew a secret that her husband didn't.
"Darling. Sirj
ee
will be spending a week in Goa while his wife is back in the US. Do you really have to ask why he wants ME there?"
"Oh."
Of course! How stupid I was! I now understood.
"He will have meetings during the day. He wasn't planning to come to India this month, but now he has to. For a week." Vidya told me. "So ... I guess ... he decided the Goa resort was a good place to have the meetings. Nice weather on the beach. And later ... in the evening and in the night ... he can ... um ... enjoy the time with me. Good thing my period just ended."
...
enjoy the time with me
...
That was my wife's euphemism for saying she would be his slut for the duration, engaged in adultery and debauchery all week. She would be sucking his cock, licking his ass, giving him a blow job, a rim job, or taking it up in her ass, along with getting fucked in her pussy. She would be slapped, spanked, caned or whipped - as I said, Mr. Sarun had pretty dark tastes in bondage. And not just Mr. Sarun.
If previous trips and what Ashish said was true, Vidya would also be servicing other men, as and when my boss demanded. She was the prize - the bait - that was sometimes used to get a crucial Board vote, or a show of support, or reward. I knew that my wife - and her pussy and ass - was going to be in a lot of demand for the next week. So much for my plans of having her to myself.
"But why does he want me there?" I repeated my question.
Vidya shrugged.
"Darling." She commented. "He didn't ask if you
wanted
to go. He was
ordering
you to go."
"Oh. Still ..." I was a bit hesitant. "Did he
really
want me to come?"
"Do you want me to repeat his exact words?" Vidya asked.
I took a deep breath and nodded. I knew it was probably going to be something demeaning and insulting, and mentally prepared myself for the humiliation.
"Well," My wife took a deep breath of her own, "He told me, 'Vidya, my bitch, pack your sluttiest lingerie and your smallest bikinis and swimsuits. And tell that pathetic cuckold husband of yours he is to come as well. For the whole week. I need a servant to take care of us, and that incompetent cuckold is perfect for the role.' That's what he said, darling."
"Oh." I swallowed. "I guess that's it then. I will have to go. I am a pathetic and incompetent cuckold after all."
Vidya snuggled closer to me and flashed me a beautiful loving smile, which momentarily obscured her concerned look as I remained troubled.
"Are you sure you want to go on this trip, darling?" She asked me sympathetically. "Shall I call and beg Sir
jee
