John and his mother Sabrina have now pretended to be wife and husband for four years. She had had four children since, two from John, one from Prince Kyrhan when he had officially included her into his virtual harem. He had gathered all the women who had gotten involved with them and had knocked them up one after the other with the ascent of their husbands.
Sabrina's last baby was the result of carelessness on her part. After she had delivered her baby sired by Kyrhan, the girls had taken a one month vacation with partners that had been chosen by the Prince and his wife. John had spent that month with Leena under the sun of Barbados while Sabrina went to Morocco with Dan, Kira's French husband (read Good morning India series to fully understand the plot). Sabrina, whose Indian nickname of Sunita was beginning to stick, had been pleased to get acquainted with Dan at last. Sunita had not bothered to take pills during the whole month, not knowing that women who had just delivered were highly likely to get pregnant again immediately afterward. Too many cuddles were bound to produce a result. Sabrina had finally decided to keep the baby.
After so many events, Sabrina's morality sense had loosened gradually. She now really considered herself as John's wife, enjoying his company and taking care of him, his children and his household. She also held as her duty and pride to keep herself in good shape, exercising seriously in order to keep a very sexy appearance : she was wearing rarely skirts more than twelve inches wide, either at work or when she went shopping. Her skirts were usually of the wrap-around type to facilitate her moves when John was interested by a quickie on the dining table, under a porch or on the floor in their entrance hall. Still in order to please John, most of her skirts were in bright colors : red, pink, orange, light blue, green or white. It was sure to draw attention on the pretty little woman wearing them.
Sabrina wore also either low cut blouses or even transparent silk or similar flimsy fabric tops. Outdoors, she wore a pushup bra underneath but she always took it out at home or when they were partying. For sure, the very pretty Sabrina was invited with her husband to any party in the vicinity. What Sabrina tried to keep less widely known was that if she ostensibly did not wear a bra, she either never wore any underwear at all under her very short skirts, except the long stockings that went up nearly to her crotch. The wrap around skirt allowed her even to flash the lace top of her stockings when she was running of just walking a bit fast.
Her shoes had been chosen with the same aim to be as sexy as possible to please John. She had chosen mostly four or even five inches stilettos in matching colors to her skirts and tops. The only exception in her wardrobe was the numerous sarees she wore often at home or when traveling on plane to some warm weather country, a mute tribute to her submission to Prince Kyrhan.
The wanton exhibition of the treasures of her body was not a vain attempt to show off and focus the attention of any male around her but a deliberate acceptance of the challenge her son had unwillingly forced her to accept : she was seventeen years older than him and she wanted to compete with the girls his age he would meet in town. She would do her best to appear leaner, sexier, prettier and more wanton than any of them.
So far, she had totally succeeded : Just discovering her in some sexy outfit when coming back from work gave him a huge hard on he would immediately use in either of her holes. He loved especially to fuck her deep in her sexy, apple-shaped ass as Kyrhan had advised him to try. Each time, their mating ended with him shooting big wads of sticky and creamy white cum into her bowels. Feeling his sperm splashing again her rectal walls usually triggered her own earth shattering orgasms.
Another event that had had a tremendous effect on her was when they had carefully determined her fertile time and had purposefully gone to bed naked just at the propitious time. They had planned very seriously her breeding and she couldn't have waited longer for him to make her a mother once more. That her own son would sire her grand children in her own womb was not of any importance for her anymore. She felt it was the duty of a loving wife to produce as many babies as her husband required. Their business was blossoming and he was planning a really big family. The only limitation would be the risks to her life after too many pregnancies but her gyn had told her that she had the wide hips of a woman able to produce ten babies or more without problems.
So the future appeared quite rosy for John and Sabrina. They even had occasional rather kinky encounters with Dan, Kira, Kyrhan or any of their friends who always spent a few days with them whenever they visited the States or received them when John and Sabrina were on vacations in France, England or India. These encounters nearly always culminated either in a night of hot wife swapping or in an equally hot threesome or foursome.
Sabrina and John just came back from a very hot week in Kyrhan's palace with Leena and Preeti. Peter was also present. Including Kira, they were four women and three men. Preeti had proposed some sort of a raffle. The girls would be blindfolded, gagged and rendered deaf with earplugs. Their anonymity would be further guaranteed by a hood covering their heads and hair. Their cunt would be also shaved completely : Only Sabrina and Preeti would be concerned but that prevented them to be identified. They would choose a card among four : Those having chosen the King of spades or club would be escorted back to their bedroom by their own husband on a leash attached to a dog collar and tied with a short chain to a foot of their bed to sleep on the carpet naked. Their hands would be cuffed in their back and remain so the next day to prevent them to give themselves the release they desperately needed. It would be their punishment for not having chosen a good card!
The girl having drawn the King of diamond would be offered for the night to the team of twenty three Dalits working to repair the palace under Kira's orders. They would be allowed to fuck her at will without any light, in any holes with the only limitation being that they shouldn't try to know who they had been offered. That measure was meant to protect Kira's prestige as the Dalits worshipped her and she had never dallied with them. After six draws, it would be very unlikely that she would avoid it as she observed it quite calmly.
The girl having drawn the King of Hearts would be led still by her husband to Kyrhan's bedroom and she would entertain the three men all the night. The next day, she would permanently escort Kyrhan, catering for all his needs,
The problem was that a girl could always draw any black king and therefore would never be fucked in a week, an unlikely but possible situation. . . The pressure on a woman accustomed to be well fucked several times a day, knowing her friends were quite casually used and pleasured would be terrible.
The first draw sent the little Preeti to the Dalits' bungalow, Kira and Leena to their bedrooms and Sabrina to the main bedroom. The men had not announced the results of the draw. Kira and Leena got very frustrated when they realized what would be their fate. Kira cried even a little when her wrists were cuffed to the bed post and she was left on the carpet. Preeti understood what would be her fate when she felt the cool outside air. She had never been gangbanged, just been fucked successively by several men and a few times double teamed. Servicing twenty three men in a single night would expand considerably her horizon.
Sabrina had felt she was the lucky one. . . All the men of the group were handsome, resilient, caring and above all were rather well endowed and had considerable staying power. The night would be very long and full of pleasures for her. Someone removed her gag, informing her that her mouth would be put to contribution as she had expected. It was to be immediate as she was pushed down on her knees and a proud cock banged against her lips. She opened dutifully her mouth and engulfed the big dick to the hilt in a single gulp. It was clearly not Kyrhan whose enormous girth she was still unable to swallow completely to her dismay but John and Peter had roughly the same length and thickness. She would never guess who would shoot the first load of the evening in her throat.
When the man had cummed in her mouth, she cleaned him with her tongue and she was helped up. In her blindfolded state, she had to be escorted whenever she had to stand up. They made her sit on a low armchair. Sabrina remembered it from the last time she had been in Kyrhan's bedroom. It was a piece of French furniture Kira had found in Pondichery, called a crapaud (toad) armchair. Kira had shown her husband the many uses it could be put : the woman could either lie on it and slide down to have her back on the edge. It would be quite comfortable for her. The armchair was rather wide so if she rested her ankles on the armrests, her twat would be wide open with her pink flesh inside in full display. Her cunt and ass hole would be just handy to be used.
The girl could be also made to sit on her knees and her head leaning above the low back of the seat, just at the right height to provide a blow job for some lucky fellow. Someone would just have sat on the armchair before she had positioned herself. Her twat would be just above his erect cock. Finally her bottom would be in open view with her buttocks widely parted and her ass hole ready to receive a third visitor. A last advantage of this armchair was that the back of the armchair was at just the adequate height for her breasts to hang freely like apples on their branch, ready to be caressed, kneaded, mauled as her partners chose. That last job could be done by one of the three men fucking her or other ones on the sides of the armchair but women could also join in. Kira had once gone further : she had used her free hands to frig two women while two others kneaded her fun bags. She had thus been able to entertain simultaneously that night four women and four men, the last one wanking in her hair. Such an armchair could just have been made in the eighteenth or nineteenth century in France or in Russia when such rather kinky parties were rather frequent.
