Author's note: 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
Hello. It is I, Fateh. The unfortunate fifty-two-year-old rickshaw driver, and husband of the beautiful, vivacious, thirty-two-year-old young woman called Narges. Yes, my wife Narges is younger to me by twenty years, and she
is
the eponymous Rickshaw Driver's Wife.
There is a reason why gambling is considered a vice in so many religions. I had been addicted to gambling my entire life, and my debts just kept on getting bigger and bigger. Finally, it all came to a head that my life, my wife, my property - I was in danger of losing everything. Here I continue the story of how I got out of debt, but at a very high cost.
My master Sarun has ordered both of us to continue the narration of how my wife Narges and I came to Kolkata to serve him as slaves and servants at his palatial house. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I do encourage you to read them to familiarize yourself with our predicament.
At the end of the last chapter, I had told you, dear reader, of how our master Sarun had returned to our lives. He had disclosed more of my debts to my wife Narges, which I had been hiding from her. This led to Narges angrily punishing me, and Sarun joining in the punishment.
This is an excerpt from the last chapter.
"Husband." My wife grinned, as she caressed my ass. "Sarun is our master. In addition to fucking me, do you know what else he gets to do as the man of the house?"
I gulped.
"Er ... I don't know, my dear."
My wife chuckled.
"Think about it, husband." She spoke. "When you behave badly, what does the master of the house have to do to enforce the rules?"
For the first time I felt a sense of terror, as well as flutters in my stomach, as I realized that she was talking about Sarun also punishing me. At the same time, I noticed Sarun had his belt in his hand.
His own belt, from his pants, that my wife had pulled down.
Thankfully I have not been punished again by Sarun since then. That was to change today.
A couple of weeks had now gone by since I had gotten that spanking by Sarun and Narges. During these last fourteen days, Sarun had treated my wife like one would treat a common street whore. Narges wasn't just a woman - she was there as a chattel, existing only to serve Sarun's each and every sexual desire. Sarun's fat big cock was constantly buried in my wife, spraying his seed deep inside her womb. He was a fit young man, and constantly horny. If his dick wasn't buried in her cunt, it was immersed in her asshole, or he was busy ejaculating in her mouth. Sarun treated us both as his bonded servants, and in particular my wife as his personal sex slave, and just did to her whatever he wanted.
And when I say WHAT ever ... I do mean whatever. He fucked her in the pussy, he fucked her in the ass, he spanked her on her ass, he slapped her across the face on her cheeks, he caned her on her buttocks, he ejaculated into her mouth, and so on. Whatever he would want, he would get. All he had to do was just order my wife. And of course, my wife willingly, compliantly, fully let him have his way with her.
For example, this morning, after a sumptuous breakfast. Sarun simply walked over to stand behind my wife and patted her on her big buttocks.
"Narges." He ordered, caressing my wife's large bum. "I want your ass. On this table. Right now. Bend over."
"Er ... yes, Sarun." My wife immediately acquiesced, but she had something to say. "I was just clearing the table, Sarun."
Sarun then turned to me.
"Cuckold." He commanded. "Clear this table. Now."
"Yes,
sahib
."
My wife, now bent over the table submissively for our master, watched with a chuckle on her face as I immediately obeyed and moved the plates and cups and glasses away from the table, knowing I was doing so for another man - our master - to sexually enjoy my own dear wife's rear end.
"All clear,
sahib
." I said, and Sarun nodded. He had a cruel smirk on his face, as he had made me, the husband of the woman he was about to fuck, meekly obey his commands like an ordinary servant. Over the years that I would serve this man, I would become very familiar with this trait of his. Not only was he not just content with fucking a man's wife in front of him, but he had to rub the poor husband's nose in it and constantly humiliate him.
Sarun then gently patted my wife again on her bum.
"Get ready, slut."
"Yes, Sarun."
Sarun then rolled up my wife's sari and petticoat, and in one swift move pulled down her panties. Narges was now bent over the table, helpless, her big rotund ass exposed to us.
"What an ass. Don't you think so, cuckold?" Sarun commented, and I had to agree. Narges did have an amazing bottom.
"Narges." Sarun continued. "From now on, you will not wear panties. You should realize that I may want you at any time."
"Yes, Sarun."
SPANK!
Sarun raised his hand and smacked my wife across her butt cheeks.
"That's for wearing panties."
SPANK!
Again and again, Sarun spanked her.
SPANK!
Narges just remained in that position, accepting the beating on her ample derriere. It was not the first time she was being spanked or caned by Sarun, and it wouldn't be the last.
SPANK!
"What an ass!" He commented again. "Bounces so nicely. Don't you think so, cucky?"
"Er ... yes,
sahib
."
I had to stand there helplessly watching this man spank my semi nude wife.
SPANK!
Sarun then unzipped his trousers, whipped out his rock-hard erect penis, spit on it a few times to give some lubrication, placed it next to my wife's butt cheeks, and like the boss he was, he took what he wanted.
"UNGH!" My wife cried out, as his penis entered her shitter. "UNGH! UNGH!"
As he fucked my wife, in the ass, hard from behind, my wife's expression said it all. It was as if Narges was born to please him. She was taking pleasure even through the pain of taking it in the ass.
"Oh, don't stop Sarun!" She murmured as the dining table started to shake violently.
"Oh bitch." Sarun grinned, caressing her buttocks. "We just got started!"
I watched as this powerful rich man continued to penetrate my wife's hindquarters again and again.
"UNGH! UNGH!" My wife groaned through the pain. "Oh, Sarun!"
"What an ass you have, my dear." Sarun grunted as he continued to fuck my wife in the bum, and his hands were now tweaking my wife's boobs through her blouse. "And some nice udders too."
"UNGH! Sarun ... UNGH! ... Do you want to finish in my mouth again?" My wife asked, as Sarun thrust into her, again and again. Incredible! She was getting fucked hard in her butt hole and she still wanted to take that dirty cock in her lips!
Sarun didn't say anything loudly but continued to tweak her boobs as he fucked her. He then bent closer to her ear and whispered something to her. I saw Narges nod, and then my wife looked up at me.
"Husband! Do ... UNGH ... do you know ... UNGH ... why I cheat on you with Sarun?" My wife asked me, even as Sarun buried his pecker deeper and deeper inside her rectum. "Look ... UNGH ... look at him! He makes me happy, and ... UNGH ... his dick is giant, and ... UNGH ... you can't even say a word in front of him! Even as he ... UNGH ... takes your wife's ass in front of you!"
What could I say! This man was paying off all my debts that were several times more than my net worth.
"Yes, dear." I could only abjectly respond. "I am so grateful to
sahib
for all his help with our debt."
"
Our
debt? Say ... with
your
debt!" Narges sneered. "Idiot! For this debt of yours, I am being fucked in the ass! Try not to cum in your
lungi
again as he fucks me! Like you did last night!"
I could only stare at the ground in shame and embarrassment as my own wife taunted me.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
Sarun continued to fuck my wife in the ass. I could see from his expression that he was close to climaxing. Sarun saw me watching him and spoke out.
"I have fucked many a pussy, cuckold." He declared. "But married pussy is just better, Fateh. Especially
this
one. What a slut, your wife! One of the best. You are so lucky. Such a great pussy."
Well, you are not fucking my wife's pussy but her ass, sahib
. I nearly said that. But I didn't. Of course, I couldn't. Sarun liked to show his dominance over us, especially me, but his money was what was allowing me ... us ... to get out of crippling debt. So, when he said my wife's pussy was one of the best he has fucked, there was only one correct reply.
"
Ji, sahib
." I grovelled. "It is my honour, and I am so grateful for your help,
sahib
. Please fuck my wife whenever, however, you wish,
sahib
. You can enjoy my sexy wife's amazing pussy at your pleasure,
sahib
. Or her ass."
As you are doing now!
"I am, and I plan to continue to fuck your wife whenever I want, Fateh." Sarun gave a cruel laugh. "Her pussy
and
her ass!"
"Yes
sahib
, we are your servants."
"Oh, Sarun!" My wife suddenly moaned. I couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or pain. Perhaps both.
"Fateh." Sarun turned to me, even as he continued to bonk my wife. "Since Narges now has no need for her panties, from today I want you to wear your wife's panties at all times. You will not wear men's underwear, but women's' panties, just to remind you that you were not man enough to keep your own wife happy."
"Er ...
ji sahib
."
Narges, despite getting rammed in the ass, gave a small laugh when she heard that. I turned red with shame. I felt like such a wimp, watching this rich man powerfully thrust in and out of my wife's rear end, even as he was telling me to wear panties from now on.
"Oh, Narges!" It was now Sarun's turn to groan. "Your breasts and buttocks are so large and exciting. For so long ... so long ... I have fantasised about how your cunt would look and feel like. Now I can't believe that your own useless husband stands aside so I can fuck you. As he said - whenever I want! Your pussy
and
your ass!"
"I love you, Sarun." My wife declared for what must have been the umpteenth time. "Please fuck me. Please cum in me. Whenever you want, my love."
"Bitch! I am going to cum."
Sarun started to ejaculate. The table shook, and I could see him grimace and his buttocks clench as he shot his seed into my wife's rear end. He remained inside Narges for some time until he was fully done.
"Fateh! I just dumped another load in your wife." He announced triumphantly, as he withdrew his cock from my wife's ass. "I love how wet she gets even if I am not fucking her in the pussy!"
"Er ... yes,
sahib
. Only you can do that to her,
sahib
. Make her wet all the time,
sahib
."
I had to pathetically praise the man who just painfully fucked my wife in the
gaand
.
"I need some ass after breakfast, usually." Sarun grinned as he bent and picked up my wife's panties, and then used it wipe the slime off his cock. He then patted my wife again on her right ass cheek, and Narges stood up. Her sari, so far bunched up around her hips, now rolled down to cover her lower body fully.
"Thank you,
sahib
, for fucking my wife in the ass, and showing me how to do it." I continued to demean myself as both my wife and Sarun laughed cruelly. He then tossed the slimy panty towards me.
"Here." He ordered. "You can wear this before you go out."
"Er ... yes,
sahib
."
I reached out from under my
lungi
