rhythmic thumping.
"Did you test all the cameras, my love?" My tall voluptuous buxom wife asked me, as her eyes scanned for my boss.
"Yes, my dear." I replied. "You know all morning I was busy testing and loading all those programs and updating the bio and-"
"Rajesh!" Vidya giggled, as she slightly tugged at my ear in admonition. She gave it a gentle twist and then rebuked me. "You know that you are supposed to call me
ma'am
from now, don't you? Especially in
his
presence?"
"Er... yes. I am sorry, ma'am." I apologized, blushing a bright crimson red even as my wife continued scold me loudly
and
twist my ear in public. "It won't happen again, I promise you, ma'am."
"Good." Vidya smiled and let go of my red ear. "For the next three weeks, you will be a complete servant boy to both of us. To our master Mr. Sarun and to me. It is better you accept and slip into your role completely as quickly as possible. So... he doesn't suspect ANY thing."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Even as he pleasures me in ways you never can, you don't want him punishing you again, do you, darling?"
"Er... no, ma'am."
"Even though," Vidya giggled, "I think you will probably end up getting punished anyway, right?"
"Er... I guess so, ma'am."
"You are a cuckold." Vidya leaned in and whispered into my ear, "And your boss is a strong man who is bedding your wife, so it is only right that he punishes you too."
"Yes, ma'am."
By now, I was very familiar with Mr. Sarun's cruel streak and how he often punished my wife, and recently... me. Let me take you to what happened this morning.
* * *
It was earlier in the morning, and I was seated at my desk. I knew today in the afternoon we would have to pick up Mr. Sarun from the airport. Poonam had just left. She was an early riser like me, and we had breakfast together, and then one more quickie session, before she left. Vidya was still far asleep. No doubt she knew she would get very little sleep once Mr. Sarun was here, so she was just resting up.
It had been three and half months since we - Vidya and I - had returned from a brief holiday to Sri Lanka. It was not just a holiday, but we also had some work to do in Sri Lanka - but more on that later.
A week after that, we had to travel to Mumbai to meet with my company's lawyer. Vidya's friend Lata, who was acting as
our
lawyer, accompanied us as well.
In Mumbai, the company lawyer and then Vidya signed some papers - and that was it. The company shares - the 5% that had been promised to us for a year in return for Vidya's "services" - were now Vidya's. It was a done deal, and Mr. Sarun (and the Board) could never back out of it now. We were now part owners of the company. We were rich.
There was really no reason for us to continue to be Mr. Sarun's slaves. The agreement between Vidya and Mr. Sarun had been for a year. For a whole year my wife was to be at his disposal, be his slave girl, to be fucked at will by him - and anyone he chooses.
I still remember Vidya cautioning me about this deal.
"If you say yes, then in this house, in YOUR house, on YOUR marital bed, your honour will be taken by your boss. I am your honour, your
izzat
, and what you are agreeing to is my body being at his mercy for the rest of the year, once a month. IF NOT MORE."
We were now at the "IF NOT MORE" part. As I said, there was really no reason for us to continue to be Mr. Sarun's slaves. Yet this week we spent the time cleaning the house and preparing the master bedroom for Mr. Sarun, and I tested all the secret cameras and uploaded the firmware. I knew that for the next three weeks, all night long (and probably during the day as well) the sounds of him making love to my wife would fill the house - and be recorded on those cameras.
I didn't know why we were continuing this -two months after the shares had been transferred to Vidya. Yet... she had some plan, along with Ashish, the other member of the Board, to remove Mr. Sarun as the CEO in the April Board Meeting - which was in three weeks' time. And so... Vidya had continued to be my boss's slut, all in an attempt to keep his attention diverted while Ashish went to work on getting the votes to remove Mr. Sarun as CEO.
In a surprising twist of facts, for close to just under four months now, we had not seen Mr. Sarun. Ever since the infamous Annual Poker Party, in fact. Mr. Sarun regularly talked to Vidya, especially about impregnating her - he called it 'breeding' her as if she was some cattle - and as per our plan my wife had agreed. After our Sri Lanka holiday, as far as Mr. Sarun knew, Vidya was going to be off birth control, and she was going to get impregnated by him and carry his baby to term.
Yet Mr. Sarun did not have the chance to visit India in the last three and half months. First, it was his wife who had fallen sick, and then him. And then there was a family wedding in Dubai, and once again he had fallen ill. Now, after four months, he was finally visiting us, and I knew that for the next three weeks, my wife Vidya would be a very busy woman.
"Your slut wife is born to suck my cock, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun had taunted me on a phone call. "So, prepare yourself, cuckold."
"Yes, Sir." I had meekly replied. "Sir, just a small request. When you... make love... to her... please take it easy on her for the first time. She hasn't had a big penis in her for over three and half months now."
"I am looking forward to that!" Mr. Sarun had laughed out loud. "I will take her somewhere between earth and heaven! And when she is fully fucked out, I will make her pregnant."
So, this morning when I had woken up early, and after Poonam had left, I wanted to check some old recordings.
I was stark naked, of course. It's been a while that my wife Vidya had expanded the CFNM (Clothed Female Naked Male) rule to cover the whole upstairs of the house, and a rule that even her mother Poonam helped her enforce with glee.
If you remember from my earlier chapters, one year into our marriage, Vidya had implemented the CFNM policy. It was something she had read in an erotic story by her favourite erotica writer, Tarek Zia. Vidya had made me read Tarek's stories a few times.
Tarek would write about being a young man in India living with two maid servants. Those ladies would keep him naked in the house all day long. Vidya thought this was a great idea and initially implemented this policy in our bedroom.
In the beginning that meant that whenever we would retire for the night, or get into bed for sex, I would have to completely strip before I was even allowed to get into the bed. Vidya, on the other hand, could be wearing whatever she wished. As time went on, Vidya would sometimes punish me if I didn't follow that rule properly or forgot about it. Those punishments, while it was rare, started with some slaps at first, and soon evolved into spanking, and occasionally, some caning. I took care that whenever we went to bed at night, I was completely naked.
But ever since I had slipped into being an abject cuckold, especially after Mr. Sarun, Vidya decided it made no sense for me to wear clothes at home anymore. After all, I was often kept naked full time when Mr. Sarun was visiting us, fucking Vidya. I wasn't allowed to wear clothes, not even my wife's thongs, to "remind me about my place", and often had to play the role of a servant to my wife and her lover, either Mr. Sarun or Ashish, fully in the nude.
Vidya decided that it is better I forgo wearing clothes at all, just to make it easier.
"Honey." She told me gently some time ago, while twisting my ear. "Men from your company's Board don't even take your permission anymore. They just fuck me, your wife, in front of you. In your own house. While you remain naked, wanking your little penis as they fuck your wife with their big one."
"Yes, baby. I am sorry, baby."
"Even though
I
am the one they treat as a whore, it is
you
who has no respect in their eyes." Vidya continued. "Even as they cum in me, it is
you
they look at with pity and contempt."
"I know, baby. I am sorry about that, my love."
"Mr. Sarun. He just comes and fucks my big bubble butt like he owns it." My wife said, giving my ear a good solid pull. "And all this time, to remind you of your inability to prevent your boss from banging your wife, his rule is you must remain mostly naked in his presence. So why wear clothes when he leaves?"
So nowadays, I only dressed when I was going downstairs because some of the big windows in the living room face the driveway onto the street, or when I go to the backyard. Right now, I was in my upstairs office, so there was no need of clothes. Our house was a modern one in India, so even in winter there was heating, and, in the summer, there is cooling. Currently, it was March in Pune, and the house was hot and humid.
It was early morning, as I said. Vidya was still asleep. I was using my laptop, looking through the videos of last year's debauchery at our place. The infamous Board Poker Night.
I finally found the video I was looking for.
The video was from the camera in our dining room. Mr. Sarun was standing at the head of the table, dressed in his expensive bathrobe. His face was sullen, and it was clear that something had angered him. Rukmani, his younger Nepali maid, was beside him.
Narges, his chubby older maid, walked in, and she had Vidya by the ear, leading her firmly towards Mr. Sarun. Vidya was dressed in a flimsy thin blue lingerie, and her face was bright red with embarrassment and shame. My wife was blushing crimson with humiliation as Narges led her, by the ear, like a naughty schoolgirl, to the edge of the dining table. I saw Narges twist and pull my wife's ear before letting Vidya stand.
"Please bend over the edge of the table, slut." Mr. Sarun ordered my wife. "Spread your arms and hold yourself steady, Vidya."
"Yes,
Sirjee
."
I knew I was watching the right video. Almost four months ago, on a Friday night, it was the Poker Night where Vidya serviced all the Board Members. The day before, Thursday morning, when I had been at work, Vidya had been caned as a punishment. I wanted to see that, and why. Even as I watched the video, I realized I was getting hard.
Vidya bent over the table and gripped its sides for support. Narges bent down and pulled her nightie up, exposing her big bare buttocks. My wife had lovely bubble buttocks.
