Sardar of Bric Iln

It is not necessary to go through the first part of this story, to enjoy the current part. But to understand better, it is recommended to read the first part.

Briefly speaking, my young and horny wife, Mansi got sexually involved with the Sardar of the brick kiln, Bhim Prasad. She was interested about him after watching the outline of his massive boner on his loincloth. I encouraged her to give her fantasy a try and created conducive situation for both Mansi and Bhim to come closer. On the eve of a Holi, after drinking the drink made of bhang, we lost all inhibitions and Mansi shamelessly surrendered to Bhim. I watched and enjoyed their illicit relationship. That night and following morning we enjoyed threesome sex and later I returned home leaving Mansi with Bhim at his den. Though neither me nor my wife had any physical deficiency, Mansi was unable to conceive. We thought, Bhim could help her by impregnating her with his sperm. I thought that once Mansi would conceive her relationship with Bhim would come to an end. With that confidence I didn't bother to leave her at Bhim's place anticipating their relationship not to continue beyond certain period. In this part I will tell you why and how my assumption went wrong and the way things actually rolled on.

When I came away from Bhim's den near the brick kiln, I knew that Bhim and Mansi would resort to lustful games of unbridled passion. Watching them becoming one physically in my presence I knew the extent to which both were horny.

For next two days and nights, Bhim kept my wife with him. On the first evening I rang Mansi to ask her if I need to carry some clothes for her as she stayed back with Bhim without any previous preparation. Mansi told me to deliver a few sets of her undergarments and skimpy western wears there. So after the dusk on return from duty, I went to Bhim's den with the things that Mansi wanted.

However, my appearance didn't please Bhim. He bluntly told me that when he was with his mistress I should ask him before visiting them. I had to swallow the humiliation. When I told him that Mansi wanted her dresses to be delivered, Bhim took me to his bedroom to meet Mansi and I was actually shocked to see her. My wife was all bare on her upper part. Her lower part was covered by a loincloth of Bhim, which instead of covering exposed her nudity more prominently. In front of me, Bhim scolded her for asking me to bring her clothes. He said to Mansi, "Now that you've surrendered to me, I will decide what you will wear and when."

Bhim didn't stop there. He made me sit on the pucca make shift bed of his bedroom and invited Mansi to sit on his lap in front of me. Mansi hesitated slightly and for this Bhim roughly said to her, "What's there to hesitate? I have laid you in front of him and it was with the consent of you both that you enjoyed with me."

As he said those words, he roughly pulled her towards his lap. His boner was already revolting under his loincloth. He pulled Mansi in such a way that she was made to sit on his lap with her ass crack just above his cock and then looking at me, Bhim started kneading her already bare boobs. As Mansi's nipples grew stiff, Bhim said to me, "Just see, how she is enjoying. I am sure she is already wet between her legs."

And in front of me, he untied the loincloth that somehow kept her triangle covered. He parted her legs to show me her juicy spot and he was right. Mansi was already moist there. He then pointed my erection to Mansi and said, "Look baby, there's nothing to hesitate. Your husband is already hot to watch us."

Mansi didn't answer but kept her gaze lower as Bhim teased her nipples and mounds. After a silence of few seconds Bhim said to Mansi, "Can you feel what I want?"

As Mansi nodded, Bhim ordered, "Free the lion from its cage, it's hungry again."

Mansi started removing his dhoti and untied his loincloth. Bhim's hard and erect cock sprang out. Mansi took his cock in her palm, leaned her body slightly and planted a kiss at its tip. Bhim said to me, "I taught her to greet it with a kiss whenever it appears before her."

To be frank, I felt slightly jealous to watch Mansi holding his hard swollen manhood in her palms and at the same time I was turned on feeling tightness in my jeans as my boner started growing in size. As if feeling my reaction, Mansi looked at me and stretching her tongue out of her mouth started licking Bhim's cock like a cheap slut. Bhim moved his hand to caress her bare boobs and said to me, "Your wife has a soft tender body. I like her stiff nipples that are inviting me to suck them."

His face lowered and one of her nipples disappeared in his mouth while his fingers played with the other. As he sucked her nipple hard, I could see Mansi shutting her eyes in delight and moaned in arousal. Oblivious of my presence, Mansi and Bhim engaged in violent love making in front of me. I decided to leave them alone and without telling them anything left his place. Mansi stayed that night and the day after at his den.

When she returned home, Mansi looked exhausted that was obvious the way she and Bhim enjoyed passionate physical intimacy. But her face had an exceptional glow that revealed the level of her satisfaction. For about a week, there was no further physical contact between Mansi and Bhim. During those days I and Mansi had physical intimacy only once but I noticed a marked change in her behaviour. As I penetrated inside her and was plumbing her tunnel, she pleaded for hard and rapid thrusts. I accelerated both the speed and vigour of ploughing her tunnel but she craved for more, and at one stage I was feeling tired and found that I couldn't do it faster and harder as Mansi anticipated. However, we had a mind blowing orgasm and ended up highly satisfied.

On the tenth night, at around 9, Bhim arrived at our place and he didn't hide his desire to spend the night with Mansi. What took me by surprise was Mansi's frank admission, "I was longing when you would come."

Mansi told these words to Bhim in my presence without any hesitation. We were about to take our dinner. So Mansi invited him to dine with us. Bhim refused to take dinner and instead brought out a drink and said without slightest reservation, "Let him take his dinner, me and you will taste this special drink and shall have our dinner with each other's jism (flesh) on the bed."

Mansi giggled at his words without slightest objection on her part and got busy to serve dinner to me. I was not happy at Bhim's presence but couldn't tell anything. After all, I had lured both of them. As I took my dinner, Mansi and Bhim were sipping the drink that the latter had brought. Before my dinner was finished, I saw Bhim had pulled Mansi's hand on his crotch over the dhoti he was wearing while his had cupped one of her boobs. Mansi didn't object rather it seemed she knew what was expected of her. She smartly pushed her hand inside his dhoti and smartly undid the loincloth and freed pushing Bhim's monstrous cock and was playing with it. His cock was already hard like a demon and under the ministration of Mansi it jumped now and then like an angry cobra.

By the time I completed my dinner, Bhim had slipped the straps of Mansi's sleeveless nighty from her shoulders exposing her beautiful mounds covered by her bra. I disliked the growing physical intimacy between them though I had nothing to say or protest. By the time I came after washing my mouth, Bhim had already taken away the nighty out of her body. My dear wife was just in her bra and panty and Bhim had taken her on his lap and was carrying her towards the bed. To my utter shock, Bhim asked me, "Will you like to be with us? In case you wish, we three can be on your marital bed. Otherwise, I will retire with her to the guest room."

Before I could say anything, Mansi replied, "Let him be with us, dear. He will certainly enjoy to be a part of the game. After all, it is for him that we learnt to enjoy with each other."

Everything was decided by them and I had no role to play. Bhim carried her on his lap to the bed, his hard dick dangling shamelessly as his dhoti and loincloth were lying on the floor. On the bed, Mansi was made to sit just on his hard cock and it was between her ass crack. Bhim asked me to put vermilion on her forehead and the furrow of her hair. At home, Mansi rarely used ornaments like chains on her neck and bangles. But Bhim asked me to put the mangalsutra (the chain worne by married Hindu women) around her neck. He said that vermillion and the mangalsutra excite him as they serve to remind him that he was enjoying with someone else's wife. I applied vermilion on her forehead and on the furrow of her hairs like an obedient husband even though Bhim was squeezing her bra-clad mounds with the passion of a bull. I had expected Mansi to blush but she had shut her eyes and was enjoying getting kneaded by Bhim. Obeying Bhim's command I also put the mangalsutra around her neck.

Bhim looked at half naked Mansi with lustful glances and said, "Now looks like someone's wife."

Bhim then turned to me, "I've seen this sexy bitch nude on several occasions. But tonight I want you to take away her bra and panty and display her treasure to my longing eyes."

I unclasped her bra and pulled it out of her body. Mansi's well shaped boobs were bare. Bhim wanted me to turn Mansi on his lap so that she would sit on his lap facing him. Mansi was too eager to change that position and spread her legs around the waist of Bhim. Bhim pulled her towards him so that they hugged each other tightly. Bhim's hard rod was pressing just above her slit from over the panty. The thin fabric was the only thing that separated their genitals from touching each other.

As the two sat face to face, Bhim started kissing and caressing her. Soon her face got smeared with the vermilion on her forehead. Marks of vermilion could also be seen on the face of Bhim. Bhim asked me, "Doesn't she look like a ravished woman? Ravished of her chastity? I like her in this appearance. She too is enjoying it, just check it yourself by putting your hand inside her panty. She is all wet in her hole and I could feel the warm sensation on my tool. Her panty fails to hide her discharge. Am I not right?"

Last sentence was aimed at Mansi. In a muffled voice Mansi replied, "Darling you caress like a naughty boy. How can I remain dry with your robust tool pricking continuously?"

Bhim let out a lecherous smile of pride and satisfaction as he commanded Mansi, "Now stand up on the bed, your husband will show me the beautiful and hot triangle hidden under the panty."

As Mansi stood up, I pulled down her panty. Without hesitation Mansi lifted her one leg after another to pull out the panty out of her body. I could see her thighs wet as strings of her discharge flowed down along her thighs. Bhim's eyes sparkled in lust as he saw her overflowing pussy with parted lips. His hand went between her legs, grabbed her pussy lips most violently and teased her labia lips making her shiver. Bhim and Mansi played like a pair of hot dog and a bitch kissing and sucking each other without bothering about my presence and moaned without any shame. After sometime, Bhim brought his loin cloth and blindfolded Mansi. Mansi seemed to enjoy getting blindfolded and opened her mouth. It was clear that my wife was anticipating a hot, swollen, throbbing and smelly muscle to be inserted in her mouth. Bhim gestured me to push my hard cock in her mouth. I was actually hot and pushed my hard dick in Mansi's mouth. She went on giving oral care to my aroused dick while Bhim kept groping her boobs, asses and quim. I was too aroused to see my wife enjoying with two horny males without knowing about the humiliation that awaited me. The first humiliation came when after caressing my dick for a few minutes in her mouth, Mansi pushed it out and in a most sexy voice said, "I want to taste the bigger one, it fills my mouth like nothing else."

Without least delay, Bhim took his position near her face and his massive tool started making entry inside her mouth making her to stretch her mouth to the extreme to accomodate his tool. She began to suck it lovingly and licked its entire length starting from the swollen brownish glan to the base where his balls were hanging. After a long foreplay, Bhim positioned blindfolded Mansi on the bed, spreading her legs wide apart. Mansi was highly aroused and like a perfect whore seductively moved her slender thighs giving us a clear view of her hot tunnel. She was ready to welcome Bhim's huge and hard meat baton inside her. But Bhim decided to tease me and said, "Why don't you give her oral caress to arouse her more? I will made entry only when it becomes unbearable for her to take more and pleads to you to ask me to fill her tunnel."

Though I felt insulted, I obeyed his command and started applying my tongue and lips on her quim that was already dripping in her juice and emanated a very damp sexy smell. Her power of enjoying oral caress amazed me. I almost grew tired using my lips and tongue on her. She moaned irresistibly while I performed on her and Bhim roughly kneaded and squeezed her melons. I wished her to plead to let Bhim penetrate her. But it was nearly half an hour's oral service by me that Mansi grew crazy to get her tunnel pounded and shamelessly said to me, "Beg to him(Bhim) to fill me up."

I was much relieved that once she got engaged with Bhim, I could take some rest. So I gestured Bhim to mount on Mansi. But Bhim wanted me to say loudly to him. Hot and aroused that Mansi was, she insisted that I request Bhim promptly. So I uttered the words asking Bhim to fill my wife's tunnel. Bhim wanted to tease me more explicitly and said, "Tum aapne biwi ko mujhse chudwana chahte ho? Shali ko puri tarah ready kya?" (You want to get your wife fucked by me? Have you prepared her perfectly?)

I lowered my head and glances and nodded. Bhim looked at me and said, "You're exhausted preparing her for me. There's leftover wine in the bottle, you drink it and take rest while I cool down the heat in her cunt so that she could bear a child."

I got busy with the wine while Bhim got busy with my wife. I didn't recall how long their mating session continued as the strong wine had its effect on me but so long I was in my sense, I heard my wife scream in pleasure and pain as Bhim pounded her like a bitch.

When I was back to my normal self next morning, Bhim was gone and Mansi was lying nude and exhausted on the bed. Her physical appearance, the vermillion marks were smeared on her face as if she came out of a tempest. But there was a glow and radiance of satisfaction on her face. Later that day I said to her, "I don't know if you would get pregnant but I think it's becoming too much, the way he uses you and humiliates me."

Mansi looked at me with surprise and said, "Do you mind my physical intimacy with him? I told you at the beginning but you insisted to give it a try. I knew our relation won't be the same once we tread the prohibited area."

"But don't you think we should not repeat this or at least avoid it to the extent possible?" I asked her.

I was not expecting Mansi to reply in support of my suggestion but I did not expect her answer to destroy me either. Mansi looked at me and with a sullen smile said, "You should have thought of this before you suggested me to give a try with him. I was enjoying sex with you very much. But once I got with Bhim, I felt like a real woman. He made me realise what it means to be filled by a meat, what robust and merciless thrusts could make a woman stretch and enjoy. With him I scream like a possessed woman and crave for more. I still love you, but I don't feel it the same way as I do with him. The way he kneads my body make me arch in passion. Don't mind my dear, I think he satisfies me more than you could."

There was nothing left to be said after that. I accepted to myself that it was my foolish decision to encourage her to fulfill her fantasy with Bhim. After that Mansi's sexual intimacy with Bhim became a regular affairs. Sometimes she enjoyed with Bhim in our house, sometimes she went to his den. But strangely, though they always had unprotected sex, Mansi never got pregnant. Mansi too got desperate and shamelessly enjoyed with Bhim. To my awe, she almost regularly enjoyed getting blindfolded by his loincloth while getting fucked.

Nearly eight months lapsed since Mansi got involved with Bhim and during this period Bhim used her like his mistress and yet Mansi did not conceive. On the ninth month, Bhim came with a bizarre proposal. He wanted to keep Mansi at his den for a month to live as a couple. Though I didn't like the idea, Mansi was too interested to live in his den and enjoy unlimited sex with Bhim. To our neighbours we told that Mansi would be going to her paternal home though she was actually living in the den of Bhim as his slut, getting fucked at any hour of the day. Towards the end of the month, one evening Bhim invited me to his den to watch something special. I knew it would be some special fucking episode. Bhim told me to drink wine before visiting his den as it was going to be a special celebration.

On that evening, I drank as advised and went to his den. Before I even made my entry inside, I knew from the moans and laughter that Bhim and Mansi were already in the game. But peeping inside, I was shocked at what I saw. As expected, Mansi was on the bed, all naked, and she was blindfolded as usual. However, Bhim was standing at a distance. On the bed facing her mouth was kneeling naked Santa Prasad, the owner in whose house I and Mansi stayed on rent. Santa Prasad was in his mid-fifties and Mansi was of his daughter's age, and yet the old man was grabbing Mansi by her hair and his big hard rod was in her mouth. His other hand was groping her youthful curves. It seemed from her gestures that she was enjoying the game without being aware that it was not Bhim but another person with whom she was enjoying.

Bhim looked at me and smiled and said, "How does she look? You wanted to make her a slut of mine, so I turned her a real slut."

I shouted in anger, "This is not fair. Mansi, do you know with whom are you enjoying?"

My voice startled Mansi and she removed by one hand the loincloth that blindfolded her and she was shocked to see that she was made to strip in front of a stranger and was sucking his dick. Mansi tried to disengage from the act in violent reaction but Santa Prasad caught her roughly and said, "Shali randi, kyun sharma rahe ho? Tune ne apne pati ke samne Bhim se chudwa sakte ho, toh apne pati ke samne mujhse bhi chudwana padegi. Aaj tere pati ke samne tu mera randi banegi. (You slut, why are you ashamed? You can fuck with Bhim in front of your husband, then you must fuck with me in front of your husband too. I will make you my whore tonight in front of your husband.)

More Mansi tried to escape from his grip, more did Santa's grip tightened on her. Meanwhile scuffle ensued between me and Bhim. But soon with his athletic stature, Bhim managed to outpower me. Moreover, I was under the impact of wine. He spoke to me very roughly, "Why are you so bothered to see your wife with another man? Didn't you send her to my bed yourself? Didn't you tempt me to abandon those working women of the brick kiln and village women nearby and instead enjoy with Mansi? You wanted me to impregnate her since she did not conceive by your seeds."

I knew Bhim was telling raw truth. Angrily I told him, "Even a bull like you failed to impregnate her. That doesn't mean you send her to someone else."

On the bed a similar scuffle was going on between Mansi and Santa Prasad as embarrassed Mansi tried to escape from him, though the latter was in no mood to let her go after enjoying the sensuous service of her mouth on his boner. Though quite aged, Santa was physically strong and stout and pinning her down on the bed he hissed, "If you keep resisting, I am going to rape you here in front of your husband."