My Indian Slut Wife Vidya - Chapter 13
My wife is used for three nights by her 'Uncle'... again - 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 masturbatory pleasure and has no other purpose. - Tarek Zia
"Hey Rajesh!"
Mr. Sarun's loud voice boomed through my headset speakers as his face filled the laptop's screen. The Zoom call with my CEO was on, and inwardly, I squirmed in my seat. Forget Mr. Sarun being physically present, just the mere authority of his commanding voice was enough to make me feel emasculated. All because, of course, the fact that my wife and I were basically his modern-day slaves. He dominated our lives, and we did whatever we were told to do by him. Despite our marriage, he was fucking my wife at will on a regular basis, and I was helpless to stop it. Not only that, I had to constantly thank him for actually fucking my wife.
"Sir." I was in my office, seated at my desk, and the door to my office was closed. "How are you, Sir?"
Despite everything, despite all my feelings, I had to be nice. I had to be extremely polite to the man who comes to India just to bury his big fat cock in my wife's juicy cunt, and who repeatedly reminds me of that fact that I was a cuckold.
"I am good, Rajesh. Are you alone in your office?" My boss cut straight to the point.
"Yes, Sir." I replied. "The door is also locked, Sir."
"Why, are you going to masturbate, you wanker?" Mr. Sarun commented, and then started laughing at his own joke. "Is that why I pay you?"
"Er, no, Sir." I had to laugh awkwardly at my own expense at his joke, and then added, "I wanted to discuss something with you, Sir. Private."
"Oh! What is it, cuckold? Spill it fast, I have to go somewhere. Of course, spilling it fast is what you do in bed all the time, if what your wife says is true! Apparently you can't last more than a few seconds!"
Again, he laughed at his own joke.
"Yes, Sir. That is correct, Sir." I had to humble myself again. "I am so happy you are there to take care of that for my wife, Sir. It is true that I can't last a minute inside her. She is always scolding me for that and telling me to learn from you, Sir. I am always amazed how you manage to last so long, and then do it again and again, Sir. I hope one day I can be like you, Sir."
Mr. Sarun gave a full throated laughter.
"Rajesh... I can do it... It's because I am a man. A real man. Manhood - now it's not something you can just learn, you cuckold. Not everyone can be me, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun mocked. "I am me, a man's man. A ladies' man.
You
, on the other hand, are not a real man. Despite you being Vidya's husband, remember when I am there,
I
am the man who gets to fuck your wife, while you just stand there, naked, and watch me, and serve me, while I give it to your wife. Whenever your wife has an orgasm, she is thinking of me, not you. You are only fit to be her servant. And mine."
"Sir, you know it is my pleasure and honour to be your loyal servant, while you are enjoying my wife's charms and hospitality." I played along as the meek and submissive employee. "My wife really looks forward every month to your visit."
"Of course." Mr Sarun chuckled. "I have ruined your wife, Rajesh. She doesn't need your tiny dick anymore. I make her gush like a waterfall. She can never just go back to you."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I grovelled. "I have seen how wet she gets just thinking about you, Sir. When you are here, I am now happy just to watch you two, Sir. It gives me pleasure when I see your big cock buried fully inside my wife, and your big heavy balls resting on her ass cheeks, with the juices flowing out of her pussy and down her buttocks. It reminds me what I am not, Sir, and what you are. A real man."
"I guess you
are
a man... but a very sick man, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun laughed in a cruel manner. He was taking pleasure both physically and psychologically in that he was fucking a married woman in front of the husband. As if to further demonstrate his hold over my household, Mr. Sarun mocked me and asked, "Are you preparing for my visit in two weeks, Rajesh? To see me fuck your wife, again? And again? And again? And to serve me like a lowly servant while I fuck her?"
"Er... yes, Sir. You are indeed very good to us, Sir." I replied. "I am looking forward to welcoming you again, Sir, and serving you as a servant, Sir. But I will admit, Sir... more than me, my wife is looking forward to your visit, Sir."
"Let me tell you something, you loser." Mr. Sarun was completely in his element now. "I own your wife now. There is NOTHING I would order Viyda to do now, and she wouldn't. Your wife is my total slave and my personal whore, that I lend out to my friends as rewards. She has serviced my dick in ways that she will never for anyone,... and least of all... for you. And it will continue for a long while, Rajesh."
I knew that was true. Mr. Sarun fucked her like that. No fake feelings, no love stories, it was just a big hard cock in her married cunt. In and out, in an out, rinse and repeat. In two weeks, I knew I would be sleeping in the guest quarters, or perhaps even in the servant quarters, and Mr. Sarun would be sleeping with my wife on our marital bed. I would spend the night listening to the bed springs creaking and Vidya whimpering helplessly to his rhythmic thumping.
"Yes, Sir, I am aware of that. I have long ago made peace with the fact that I am a cuckold, Sir."
"Speaking of that slut wife of yours," Mr. Sarun suddenly raised an eyebrow. "I texted Vidya today, your morning time, to send me a nude of her as she was in the washroom, taking a piss. I still haven't gotten it, Rajesh. You know I will spank the slut properly next time I visit for her tardiness."
"Er... yes, Sir. I am so sorry, Sir. I will... um... remind her, Sir." I mentally made a note. I knew Mr. Sarun was serious in his perversion, and Vidya did not want to be spanked by him.
"Now tell me what you want, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun asked. "I am busy. Why did you call me?"
I began to speak.
"Sir, I need a little vacation. About 4 days, Sir. My wife and I were thinking of a mini-getaway, Sir. And I will be having sex with her, Sir. With your permission of course, Sir."
"Oh, I see." Mr. Sarun's eyes narrowed. "Isn't she on her periods?"
"Er... no, next week, Sir." I felt ashamed to discuss my wife's personal details with my boss, but when you have shared your wife's body with the boss, nothing is personal anymore.
"So, when I come the week after..." Mr. Sarun was doing the math in his head.
"Yes, Sir." I politely confirmed. "She should be done her periods by then, and be ready and fully available for you, Sir. And... um... your friends, should you wish."
"Good. Good." Mr. Sarun beamed. "Your wife is the highlight of my India trips, Rajesh. Such a tight pussy. Despite all the fucking we do. And that vixen can suck cock like a vacuum cleaner."
I wisely kept quiet.
"So, you just need a vacation? I am ok with that Rajesh. We don't have anything urgent going on now. I can spare you. And I give you permission to take Vidya with you. You can even fuck her. I will tell her to be generous with you."
"Er... thank you, Sir." I quickly acknowledged his graciousness in allowing my own wife to have sex with me. "Sir, there's also two other minor things, if you may."
"What is it?" Mr. Sarun made an irritated noise. "Be fast, cuckold."
"Sir." I nervously broached the subject. "There is this resort, about 2 hours away from us. I looked at the rates; it really is very expensive. I was wondering... if... somehow... you can... um... help me with the rates, Sir."
Mr. Sarun's eyes momentarily narrowed, and then he burst out laughing in a loud guffaw.
"Are you asking me for a loan, you cuckold?" He chuckled. "Are you not man enough to even pay for a vacation, despite the big salary I give you?"
"Er... no, Sir. And I don't want a loan, Sir." I pleaded. "It is still too much for me, Sir. But I am hoping you can... consider... a gift... for your loyal servant, Sir. And his wife. The lady that... is the highlight of your trip... Sir."
I had trapped him with his own words. I saw Mr. Sarun give a sly smile.
"How much is it?"
I told him the amount. Mr. Sarun thought for a moment, and then nodded.
"Alright, I will ask my secretary to make the booking for you. From tonight, you said? Four nights?"
"Er... yes, Sir."
"Since you asked so nicely, cuckold. Oh, you will tell your slut wife that SHE will be at the airport next month to greet me, AND I will expect a blowjob in the taxi."
"Er... yes, Sir."
"AND I expect her to take a video, not just a picture, of her taking a piss, and send that to me."
"Er... yes, Sir."
"Good. And what's the final thing? Make it quick, you idiot."
"Er... yes, Sir." I stammered. "Sir... last time when you were with my wife, you mentioned to her that you really don't like me fucking her in the ass, Sir."
For the third time Mr. Sarun's eyes narrowed. I wondered if I had gone too far.
"So, Sir... last night, I wanted to take her in the ass." I continued. "And my wife... told me... I have to ask your permission for it, Sir. Before she will allow it."
For the third time Mr. Sarun burst out into laughter.
