From Maid on Terrace to Mom on Bed

Sometimes events take a turn for the good especially if you have a live-in, young, recently married maid. I am, Vijay, a lone child, 19 years of age and studying in my final of college

We lived in Pune, in the entire top floor apartment of a building, where most of the flats were unoccupied, except for two ground floor flats. They were occupied on rent, by an Air Hostess and a Banker, who were more at work then at home. My father is an Engineer and is posted in the Middle East, since the last many years. My family consisted of my mother, around 38 years, who worked as a Manager for a firm and our live in maid Sunita, who had been with us since she was a child.

Sunita came from a very poor family, who was happy to keep her with us, where she could get security, two square meals a day and a roof over her head. My mother left for work in the morning and returned only in the evening. I had my classes in the morning and returned for lunch. In the evening I went to play with my friends. Sunita would cook and maintain the house. She had the freedom to enter any of our rooms at any time. She was very clean and neat in her work as well as her hygiene. She was very open with us and whenever the chance came, shared a laugh with us.

Cousin Anita

 I am Naveen a well-educated man well settled in life with my own business. I had fair amount of sex in my life but still till last week I had an unfulfilled fantasy that I had been having over for almost 20 years. I have entertained myself on numerous occasions where she played the starring role in my masturbatory fantasies. In fact Anita (my cousin) is a walking, talking, living wet dream.

I had met her couple of times in my childhood as her family lived in another city but I got to know her better when her father was transferred to our town and they started staying near to our house. It's hard for me to remember exactly when I started looking at Anita in a way other than just as younger sister (she is 2 year younger to me).

In a conservative society of India 25 years back I knew it would never become a reality, also I didn't have the nerve to even attempt to make it happen. Despite all this as she grew my desire for her grew, by the time Anita was 21 Years she seemed to develop all the physical attributes. She had great legs and very well developed thighs, a very pretty face with big beautiful eyes. Over all this her biggest assets were very big bobs and a very tight, nice ass.

Look Who's Peeking

"He's doing it again." It was the first thought that came to my mind as I peeked inside my son's room.

Inside the room, my son Kanan was laying spread eagle on his big double bed. I observed my handsome son as he slowly stripped off his clothes. He removed his t-shirt, then his shorts tossing them carelessly on one side. Then he propped his head on the pillows and stared at the screen of his laptop on his side that showed a porn movie in progress.

I had seen him before in that state. In fact, for the last one week, I had been spying on my son...watching him discreetly while he masturbated.

It began a couple of nights ago. I'm an early sleeper, but that night, I was finding it hard to sleep. I decided to take a walk in the backyard. So I left my bedroom, went to the kitchen, opened the door at the back. It opened in the backyard. I pushed the doors noiselessly and slipped outside.

It was a moonlit night. I took a deep breath and began to walk in my backyard garden moving to and fro from one side of the fence to the other side of fence. I was lost in my thought and didn't notice the lights in my son's bedroom. Only when I decided to return to my room I saw the lights.

My Wife Sohini And Her Boss

For ten years since leaving college I had a great job at a local law farm, fantastic hours and even better money but when they let a lot of staff go, I lost my job and suddenly realized that I was in big trouble. I had a wife and two lovely kids, a big house with a big mortgage, a nice Maruti car and all the other financial concerns that go with being part of a family.

Even though I was only in my mid-to-late twenties I had difficulty getting another job as I didn't really have any particular skills, apart from administration and I had to settle for a simple office job where the wages were only half of what I had been on before.

My wife Sohini, who was two years younger than me at 25 decided to find a job to help out financially as my earnings just weren't enough to cover all of our outgoings, and this worked out okay as our youngest child had just started school. It was only an office job again, for a marwary chattered farm and they didn't pay all that well as she could only work hours when the kids were at school but we were that broke that every single rupee helped.

We managed for a while, but soon it became apparent that we were still struggling. We had a couple of furniture sales and sold some electronic stuff on eBay which earned us a little bit more money but it was only a short-term fix. Our banks loan manager called me one day to say we had gone too far into our overdraft, and that if didn't do something soon, our mortgage might be in danger.

It was time to work something out. We couldn't move into a smaller house because of the children and all their stuff, so it was crunch time. Did we get rid of the car? The problem that gave us was that Sohini's job was quite a distance away. I had been letting her use the car, while I jumped on the bus as my job was only around the corner. I cut down on my life insurance and pension scheme payments, and we made other savings in other areas with our cable TV and such things but we were still coming short by quite bit of money each month.

I kept looking around for a better job, but without any particular specialized training it was difficult. I couldn't go back to any technical institutes because we couldn't afford it, so I just kept hunting and keeping my fingers crossed that something better paid would come up. The worst thing about it was seeing Sohini so worried. My beautiful wife tried to put a brave face on it, pretending that everything was fine but I could tell that she was no longer the lovely carefree girl that I had met 8 years ago. The final straw came when I found her crying alone in the bedroom one night. Several unpaid bills were scattered across the bed, and a bank statement was in her hand.

I felt such a failure, like I was letting her and my family down. The next day I pulled by boss and explained the situation to him. At first I asked for a pay rise, but when he told me that there wasn't any spare money in the business for that, I asked him for a loan. Again, he flatly refused even though he sympathized with my situation. There weren't any extra hours to be had or any other ways that he could help me out. I went to work that day full of hope and determination, but came home completely flat and disappointed.

I had told Sohini of my plans, and it was crushing when I came home and had to explain that my boss had said no to all of my requests. I expected her to start crying, but she just smiled a sad-looking smile at me.

"Don't worry, sona," she took my hand in hers, "We'll be fine... Somehow."

"I don't know," I said disconsolately, "I think we'll have to sell the car."

Sohini scratched her head, ruffling her black hair and looked at me. "But what about..."

I interrupted her. You'll have to get the bus, same as me. Think of the money we'll save on insurance and everything, as well as what we'll get for it."

Her light brown eyes gazed into mine for a moment, but she saw the reality of what I was saying. "Okay, I might be able to get a lift home anyway."

Sohini had mentioned to me before that Pradip Agarwal, her boss, lived quite close to us. He had offered her lifts home before, but she didn't feel comfortable taking him out of his way. She especially didn't want to risk upsetting him or taking him for granted for fear of endangering her job. If we lost her income we would be in even bigger trouble than we already were.

"Will Pradip be okay giving you a lift home?" I asked.

"I don't know," Sohini admitted, chewing her lip. "I'll let him know that we've had to sell the car, and we'll see if he offers again. If I let him know we're struggling, then he might even listen to me if I ask him for a rise."

"Do you think there's a chance?" I said hopefully, "You haven't been there all that long."

Sohini shrugged her shoulders. "I can try," she said and then gave me a small smile before speaking again. "He's quite fond of me, if you know what I mean." She went very quiet as she said the last part, and I noticed a blush come across her cheeks.

"He fancies you?" I said. It was more a statement than a question, but Sohini nodded gently, her face now bright red with embarrassment. "That's why he offered you the lifts home?"

Sohini nodded but placed her hand on my arm reassuringly. "Don't worry, he knows I'm happily married. I told him right away when he asked me out."

"He asked you out!" I spluttered and Sohini's expression of embarrassment turned into one of indignation.

"Why wouldn't he?" she said, hands now on her hips and a dark look on her face. "I'm still attractive, you know!"

I stared at her, and then sighed in agreement. She was still attractive, far too good-looking for me if I was totally honest. Sohini was a similar height to me, average for a woman at 5' 6" whereas I was shortest for a guy. However, she was much thinner than me, and had a great figure for a woman that had given birth to two kids. I had put on a bit of weight after getting married and settling down, but Sohini was still just a size 6 and had a body shape that most women would kill for. Her breasts were a 36c but looked bigger on her smaller frame, and from her narrow waist she flared out at the hips with a great ass and then lovely slim legs. Almost the perfect hour-glass figure. I knew how lucky I was. Whenever we went on holiday, I would always see guys giving her the once over when she was on the beach with her small dresses. So why wouldn't her boss fancy her?

I said as much to Sohini, and she calmed down and then coyly ran a hand through her shoulder-length black curls and asked me if I really still thought she was attractive.

"Of course I do!" I told her, and with that she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. The children were at my mother's house, so we had the place to ourselves for an hour or two. She closed the windows, and then lay on the bed.

"What exactly do you find attractive?" she said, invitingly undoing the buttons of her white blouse.

"Everything I always have," I joined her on the bed. "These, especially," I said as I helped her take off first her blouse and then her bra. Her breasts were still full, if not quite as pert as when she was when I first met her, back when she was 18. Sohini had only ever slept with one guy back then, although she had played about with a couple of others. Her only ex was a kid she went to school with, and I don't think he had much experience either because Sohini was still pretty inexperienced when we first had sex. She had no idea how to give a blowjob or much else to be honest, and looking back she wasn't that great in bed at first. She was shy, but she turned out to be a diamond-in-the-rough. As her confidence grew and she discovered how to please a man as well as herself, she became better and better in bed, and was a real tiger by the time we got married, two years later.

I was pleased about that because I had slept my way through many girls in our locality (despite being pretty chubby now, I was quite good looking when I was younger) and had enjoyed some great sex along the way. I always had a high sex drive, and saw good sex as being important in a relationship. I sometimes wondered if Sohini still fancied me, but if I had any doubts right then they were washed away when Sohini slipped off her petticoat and panties and told me to make love to her. I did, and for the next hour we had the best sex we had enjoyed in some time.

Afterwards, relaxing together and enjoying the brief time we had before the kids came home, I found myself curious about her situation at work. I ran a finger across her bare breasts, stroking a still-erect, big black nipple and asked her when her boss had her asked out.

"I'd only been there a few days," she confessed. "I told him I was married and showed him this," she wiggled her left hand at me and her golden ring twinkled in the dim light filtering in through the closed bedroom windows. "He was fine about it and apologized."

"That was ages ago," I pointed out. "Is he fine with you now?" I knew Sohini worked closely with her boss. They were a small company, with only around 20 employees, so if you didn't get on with someone, working could be difficult. I also knew that sometimes men, especially wealthy or powerful men, didn't take rejection well.

"Oh yeah, Pradip's fine with me," Sohini giggled, "I think he tries it on with all the girls. It's just part of the course." There were only 5 girls there, compared to 15 guys, and Sohini had told me in the past that they had quite a high staff turnover. Girls didn't last long there, and now I thought I could understand why. A lot of women didn't like the boss trying it on, especially if he was trying to use his position to influence them. Luckily, Sohini was a pretty strong character and so she had found it easy to rebuff his advances.

"You said he was sort of fond of you?" I phrased her earlier statement as a question. If his asking her out was so long ago (several months) then why would she think he was still 'fond of her?'

Sohini paused for a moment, considering me with those brown eyes of hers before replying.

"Well he still flirts with me a little, but that's all it is. Just flirting." She drew my wandering hand down across her navel and down on to her lightly furred mound. Against the current fashion, Sohini didn't shave her pussy but it wasn't very hairy anyway. Her pubes were a slightly brownish, slightly lighter than the hair on her head, and they were quite sparse and fine, so it wasn't a huge bush or anything. Despite having two kids, her pussy was still quite a nice, neat slit, if not quite as tight as when we first met.

"That's yours - nobody else's," she reassured me as I started to run my fingers through her pubes, and down to her sensitive clit. Unfortunately, she stopped me when I got there and reminded me that the kids would be home soon. I sighed in mock disappointment as we got up and got dressed. Nothing else was said about her boss after that, but we had somehow agreed that Sohini could flirt with him a little, if it means getting that all-important rise.



The next day we got up for work and kissed each other goodbye without saying anything further on Pradip and her situation at work, but all day my mind burned with the thoughts of what might be going on. When I finally got home that night, Sohini told me that she had spoken to him about our financial problems, and the fact that we might have to sell the car. Pradip had repeated his earlier offers of a lift home, which was great but said that he would have a think on what he could offer her in the way of a rise, if anything. Sohini said that he had promised her an answer on Friday of that week.

I asked her if she had flirted with him at all, and she rolled her eyes at me. "No! Well, no more than all the girls flirt with him. No more than normal, anyway," she said, trying to relax me.

I held my hands up in surrender. "Just checking, that's all!"

Sohini smiled at me and then promised to tell me if anything was said but as the week went along, she didn't tell me that anything untoward had happened, until Thursday night. While we were washing the dinner pots, she admitted to me that Pradip had noticed her bra strap sticking out of the shoulder of her kameez. Sohini always wore nice underwear and today's bra had been a black lacy number. Pradip had cheekily asked her if she had matching panties on.

"What did you do?" I asked her, quite taken aback.

Sohini looked around to make sure the children weren't in earshot before replying. She told me that she lifted the back of her short kameez with one hand, and with the other pulled down the waistband of her salwar just under her ass.
“I just showed him my panties for few seconds and then pulled back my salwar quickly." She chuckled at my raised eyebrows. "That's all. Don't worry. Remember, I've got a meeting with him tomorrow, so it doesn't hurt to have him on my side."


I arranged for the sale of the car on Friday, and got a fairly good price for it. Today was the last day that Sohini would have the use of the car, as it was going to be picked up on Sunday afternoon, so I hoped that even if today's meeting didn't go as well as hoped, she would still be okay for the rides home. Her office was a long way to catch the bus in the morning, let alone the nights. It was late in the year now, and the nights were coming in earlier.

When I got home that evening, I was quite anxious to hear how she had got on with her pay request, and when we had finished our meal and the kids had gone off to their room, we sat down to talk. Sohini explained that she didn't have anything concrete to tell me, we did have some encouraging news.

"Pradip's been thinking of taking on a personal assistant," she told me. "He can't make any promises, but he thinks I would be ideal for the position and he's going to give me a formal interview on Monday. I'd have a bit more responsibility but its much better wages!"

It was excellent news, and I was really pleased for her personally as well as for us. Monday came around, and I was pretty nervous as to the outcome of her interview. She was much later getting home because of having to wait for her lift, and so I had to do the dinner for the kids, but when she did finally get in, she was full of smiles.

"Did you get it?" I asked her as she came bouncing into the kitchen.

"Sort of," she beamed, "I'm on a week's trial, but I'm confident that I'll get it permanently!" As we hugged, Sohini whispered into my ear, "I need to speak to you later though." I looked at her, and the joyous smile had gone, replaced by one which looked slightly nervous. I wasn't sure but I thought I saw her wipe a tear from her eye as she went upstairs to get changed. Luckily the children didn't pick up on it, and when she came back downstairs she was back to the normal Sohini.

When the kids had gone to bed, we sat on the sofa and asked her what she wanted to talk to me about. Sohini put her hand on my knee, and asked me if I really loved her. I replied that of course I did, and asked her to tell me what had happened.

Sohini explained that Pradip had interviewed her formally, and promised her a decision by the end of the day. She had met him at the end of the day for her promised lift and he told her that they would speak during the drive home. Pradip told her as they drove that he was very impressed with her, both by her work and by her as a person, but he didn't tell her his decision until they were nearing home. He pulled up at the road before ours, and asked Sohini how serious she was about wanting this job. Sohini told him she really, really wanted it. Then Pradip put his hand on her knee.

She had changed into a pair of pajama’s and a t-shirt since, but I remember what Sohini was wearing when she came in that evening. She had a navy button-up blouse on and a matching knee-length skirt. I gently pressed her to tell me more. She had been flirting with Pradip for a while now, surely a feel of her knee wouldn't have got her so upset.

"He wanted to know what color underwear I was wearing today," Sohini said quietly, "but he didn't ask. He ran his hand up my thigh and then pulled my skirt up to have a look."

"What did you do?" I was surprised, this was more than I had expected. I knew he was a flirt, but this was tantamount to sexual assault. He had put his hands on my Sohini.

"I didn't do anything," Sohini sighed. "I told him they were white, but he raised my skirt and looked anyway."

"You didn't stop him?"

"No, I didn't want to upset him or anything, plus I was quite surprised. It was a bit out of the blue, you know?" I nodded and Sohini continued. "He pulled my skirt up so he could see my panties, and then after a minute or so, he felt my thigh again. His hand got to the top of my thigh and he tried to touch me there, but then I did stop him."

I was stunned with the forwardness of Pradip. He was Sohini's boss and he had her in a powerful position. He knew how much she wanted - no, needed - this new job, but I didn't expect it to go this far. "Was he okay when you stopped him?"

Sohini nodded. "He said I had lovely legs," She was blushing, and I felt her hand squeeze mine tightly as she continued. "And he told me he would do anything to spend nights with me. I reminded him that I'm married, and he apologized."

"That's it?" I asked Sohini when she finished speaking, and she nodded.

"I start a week's trial tomorrow, if that's okay with you?" Sohini squeezed my hand again.

"We need the money," I told her, and I saw Sohini finally relax.

We did need the money - that was true. But how far was her boss going to push her?

So Sohini started the next day and everything went great for the rest of that week. When I asked her about Pradip, she said that he was still flirting heavily with her but he hadn't tried anything on. The most he had done was comment on her figure, complimenting her lips and ass but that was it.

When the week was done I asked Sohini if she felt she had done enough to get the job permanently and she told me that she would be finding out Monday one way or another, but that personally she was quite confident. That was the first inkling I had that something might be going on that I wasn't aware of. An inkling that would prove to be correct.

The weekend dragged by, as I was nervous of Monday's decision, but after it had come and gone I felt a sense of confidence during Monday as Sohini seemed really positive and didn't show any nerves at all as she left for work that morning.

She had been home from work late a couple of times during her weekly trial, but I assumed she was just putting in a bit of extra time to make a good impression. Monday night she was over an hour late though, but just as I was starting to worry, she burst through the door with a huge smile on her face and I knew straightaway that she had got the job.

"I got it!" she squealed and she ran into my waiting arms. I smelled a bitter smell on her neck as I spun her around, like a man's cologne but I never got a chance to question it as she hit me with a huge, long, lingering kiss which blew my mind.

"Everything will be great," she beamed at me, "My wages are nearly double what they were before. Just think of the money!" When she told me that, it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. All the financial pressure that had been such a burden was gone. We could get a new car! New Year was just around the corner and now the kids would be able to have the presents they wanted.

"That's great!" I said as Sohini took her saree and blouse off, "Does the pay rise start immediately? When can we celebrate?"

Sohini winked at me and with a naughty smile answered quietly so the kids couldn't hear. "The pay is back dated to the beginning of last week. And we can celebrate tonight - in bed, if you like?"

I was so happy that the after-shave smell on her neck went right out of my mind just then, but after we had finished having great sex that night in bed, the memory of it came back to me. I was going to ask her about it, but Sohini had fallen asleep. She had been particularly horny, wanting to do it with me in every position conceivable but I just put it all down to her being so happy. I was happy too, and didn't want to spoil anything by voicing my forming suspicions so I put it down to me being paranoid and insecure because I was no longer the main bread winner.





The following week went much as usual. I was being kept busier at work, and managed to get some extra hours, so things were really looking up for us. Sohini was so much happier in herself both at home and at work because she really enjoyed the new job. She quite often worked an extra hour or so but I didn't mind because her pay packet more than justified it.

Everything changed though, one evening in early December. It was a Tuesday night which was a day that Sohini regularly worked an hour or so late, but after two hours I called her to see if she was ok. She didn't answer straightaway but when she did there was a lot of background noise, so I wondered where she was.

"Hi sona," I said. "You're working late tonight?"

"I'm sorry," she said over the high pitched music in the background. "Some of the girls were going out for a birthday celebration of one of our colleague Nisha and asked me if I wanted to join them. I didn't realize how late it was. I won't be long though."

"Ok." I bit back a feeling of annoyance. I would love to be able to go out with my buddies after work, but because I finished work early I was always the one who had to get home for the kids. I swallowed back the resentment though. "Have fun. Just don't be too late."

"I might be an hour or so. Love you!" Sohini said and I hung up the phone. She had sounded like she was having fun, and it was a long time since she had gone out and let her hair down, so I couldn't begrudge her a night out really but I did decide to phone some of my old friends that weekend and sort myself a night out too. They were all up for it, and we made plans to hit the town that weekend. Besides some great sex, Sohini and I really hadn't celebrated overcoming our money worries, so I figured that the two of us did deserve some fun.

My mood lifted, I put the kids to bed and sat and watched a DVD while I waited for Sohini to get home. I hoped that she might be a bit drunk so that another wild romp might be a possibility but I wasn't expecting her to be as absolutely blind drunk as she was when she finally staggered through the door, over two hours since our phone call.

She was not in a right state. Her make-up was smudged, her lipstick smeared and she looked as though she had fallen through a bush or something. Her clothes were crumpled and she generally looked disheveled and a real mess. My first feeling was one of concern and I jumped up off the sofa and helped her lock the door.

"Don't worry, I'm fine... I'm fine!" Sohini hiccoughed and then collapsed laughing onto the sofa. "I had a great time... Hic!"

"I think you're ready for bed," I suggested, feeling annoyed again. This time I was fed up because by the looks of it she was too drunk to do anything, let alone the energetic, crazy sex I had been hoping for. "What have you been up to? Look at the state of you!"

I didn't mean to upset her, but I guess my tone of voice was slightly sharper than I had intended, because she suddenly shut up and stared at me. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she blubbed. "I was just trying to socialize with Nisha and her friends and have a good time. I haven't had a drink for ages and..."

I sat down next to her and took her in my arms as she sobbed into my shoulder. She was mumbling something incomprehensible as I smelled that familiar smell on her neck again, like some sort of male cologne. I decided to ask her about it.

"So, you've been out just with the girls then?" I tried to make the question seem innocuous and not too suspicious sounding. "I guess you deserve to enjoy yourself. I've made plans to go out with Sushil and Dipak this weekend, if that's okay? And I thought we could go out and officially celebrate next week. A nice meal or something?"

Sohini pushed me away and rubbed at her eyes but the tears only smeared her mascara even more. She looked at me with her panda eyes and I noticed that her hands were trembling. What had she been up to?

"I'm so sorry," she mumbled to me, her eyes suddenly downcast. "I've done something bad."

"Don't be silly," I said but my heart was sinking because I had a gut feeling about what she was going to say. "Let's go to bed and forget about it."

"I fucked him again," she said and my heart stopped. Again? What did she mean 'Again?' And 'him' was...?

"Who? Pradip? You... fucked... him?" Fuck wasn't even a word that Sohini normally used, but she was drunk.

"Yes, Pradip. I've been - doing it - with him. He said..." Sohini burst into tears again and despite the hundreds of different conflicting emotions that were running through me at that moment, I took her into my arms again and she buried her face into my shoulders and cried her heart out.

When she finished, I asked her gently what had happened but I couldn't follow most of what she was telling me. She was drunk and slurring her words, over the top of bouts of crying, and my mind was whirling at what she was saying so most of it went in one ear and out of the other. What I did manage to gather before we went upstairs was that she had been a willing participant and that Pradip hadn't raped her as I first suspected, but I think that he had probably used his influence and her desire for job to take advantage of her. Anger welled up inside me at him, but then a sense of pity and love for my beautiful wife replaced it. She had sacrificed this for us, for our family's well-being and security.

Then another word came into my head. Whore. I dismissed that word from my mind as soon as it appeared. Sohini wasn't a whore. She had only been with one man before me, and he had just been some kid. This had probably been incredibly difficult for her, and now she was confessing everything to me which was probably equally if not even more difficult.

"Don't leave me," she mumbled as I undressed her and put her into bed.

"I'll never leave you," I promised and put a finger to her lips to quiet her as she was about to speak again. She shut up and just stared at me, water still welling in her big brown eyes. She looked like a whore, laid there in just her pale blue petticoat, her hair all messed up and her face paint smudged like a tramp. I noticed a mark on her shoulder, which looked like a hickey. What had he done to her?

As I undressed I realized I had a huge erection. At first I thought it was just the way she looked, so cheap and slutty, that was turning me on but I came to realize as I got in bed next to her that it wasn't just that. As she snuggled up to me, still apologizing all the while, images coursed through my mind. Imaginary pictures of Pradip and her, in his car, at his house, in his office chamber where he had fucked her tonight and every single thought turned me on.

Was this natural? Surely, the thought of another man screwing my wife should make me jealous. Angry. Hell, it should make me want to kill him. And her! But it didn't. It drove me wild and I didn't know why. I turned my head to see Sohini looking at me.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," I said as I slipped my hand under the sheets, and into the lace of her petticoat. At first she objected, but when I said that I wanted my turn, she soon relented. Then as I climbed on top of her and was about to enter her, she stopped me again.

"He - finished - inside me," she said hesitantly but it didn't stop me.

"So?" I said as I slid myself into her. I wasn't disgusted by the cool wetness of her cum-filled pussy like I should have been. It felt great and again I felt myself unusually turned on by what should have been a complete turn-off. I looked down at my little whore of a wife as I started to fuck her like the slut that she was. I pounded her hard and fast before slowing down. What was I thinking? Sohini was no whore. I pushed the word out of my mind again and tried to 'make love' as we usually did but I couldn't help it. She just looked so slutty that I ended up fucking her roughly again and I was so aroused that I came inside her within seconds.

I collapsed onto the bed next to her, trying to catch my breath and apologizing for being so rough, but Sohini just giggled and said that she liked it like that - when I was rough with her. She liked it? What had Pradip done to my wife?

I lay there thinking for a while and when I rolled onto my side Sohini had fallen asleep. My mind was clear again now, the angry red mist of lust was lifted and now she looked like an angel again, albeit one with a dirty face. As I stared at her, my eyelids grew heavy and before long sleep claimed me and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Sohini woke me up the following morning. She had already been in the shower and was dressed and ready for work. I could tell she didn't feel well as there were dark circles under her eyes and she looked pale and weary.

"Hung over?" I asked, and Sohini nodded. She was quiet and avoiding eye contact with me so I tried to reassure her about last night. "It's okay, you know? I still love you."

Sohini just nodded. "I need to go work," she said simply. "We should talk tonight, I suppose." She looked so miserable that I really felt for her, even though she had effectively cheated on me.

"Really. It's all right. We'll get through this," I told her. "Why don't you take the day off? I'm sure Pradip will understand, and I'll throw a sickie. We can talk when the kids have gone to school."

Sohini shook her head. "I need to go in. Pradip might be mad with me being off with a hangover. Plus, I don't want him knowing that anything is up. If he knows that I've told you, he might panic and get rid of me and we can't afford for me to lose this job."

new year was looming and a picture of the us enjoying holidays in a sea beach popped into my head. I really wanted that. Sohini was happy; we needed this job, no matter what the cost. At least until New Year.

When she had left, I got the kids up and off to school, while trying to behave as normally as I possibly could. The last thing I wanted was for them to sense anything was wrong. They had been somewhat worried about the whole money issue as well. Not much gets past children, does it? One thing I was grateful for was that they hadn't seen their mother in the state she was in last night.

Sohini came home that day on time, and she too acted as normally as possible while the kids were around. To the casual observer, you wouldn't have noticed that anything was out of the ordinary but as soon as we found ourselves alone, our normal day-to-day faces disappeared and we sat down to have a serious talk.

Sohini started out apologizing, and I sat and let her talk for a while. It all poured out then. She confessed to sleeping with Pradip regularly over a period of time and then she qualified her actions by explaining what I already knew, that she had done it for us. At first it had just been flirting, teasing him and leading him along to get him to consider her for the job, and then it had led to touching his hand under the table, discussing about our private sex life openly and then to his first kiss, which was what had landed her the week's trial. I just sat there and listened. There were a million and one questions that I wanted to ask, but I thought it best if I just let her get it all out first. Then, when I had chance to digest it all, I would ask my questions and let her know how I felt.

But could I tell her how I felt? The truth was that while I did harbor feelings of jealousy, betrayal by my wife and best friend and undercurrents of anger towards Pradip, other feelings were swimming along the surface. Feelings of arousal and excitement at what she had done. All through her confessions I was sat there with a huge hard-on, and at times I almost wasn't listening, but just looking at my wife and imagining what she was describing in my mind. I would have to suddenly block out the images, push back the desire to just fuck her right there on the sofa, and then ask her to repeat what I had just missed.

When she finally finished, she just sat there with her head bowed and her hands clasped in her lap, waiting for my reaction. What should I say? Should I make out that I was the furious husband as she probably expected, or should I be the understanding gentleman? Would that make me out to look like a wimp? If I was angry, would I upset her further than she already was? I didn't want either of those options, so should I confess to being the dirty pervert that I really was? A man who was getting unnaturally excited at the thought of his wife being a secret slut.

"Could he tell?" were the words that finally tumbled out of my mouth. Sohini looked at me confused. "Pradip-" I explained, "Could he tell that anything was wrong? Is your job still safe?"

Sohini nodded, an odd look coming across her face. "Everything's fine at work, don't worry. You don't want me to leave then? Aren't you mad?"

I put on a stern face, trying to appear angrier than I really was. "I'm angry, yes, but I understand why you did it and I understand." Sohini opened her mouth to say something but I carried on. "We need the money, so as long as you come back to me every night and it doesn't affect our sex life, then I want you to keep working there."

There it was. I had said it. Sort of, anyway. Not quite a confession about my perverted, dirty thoughts, but I was still saying that it was okay for her to keep fucking him. I wanted her to keep fucking him, I realized in that moment. Wow. I must be fucked up in the head, or something.

Sohini nodded again, clearly not getting the reaction she expected. "Okay," she said finally. "I promise it won't affect our sex life. Well, only as much as it has done already." She left it hanging, but I knew what she meant. She had been much more tigerish in bed since starting the job, and now I knew why.

"Do you enjoy it?" I asked, cagily so as not give away how much I was enjoying this. "The sex with Pradip, I mean?"

Sohini took a while to answer, giving me a long, considering look before finally nodding. "I suppose I do... well yes, okay. I enjoy it. There, I've admitted it. I'm sorry. I do enjoy sex with you as well. Just as much, it's just... different with Pradip." The words just poured out of her again, tumbling over each other and then she took a deep breath and waited for the question that she must have known was coming.

"Are you going to keep sleeping with him?"

"I don't have to, if you don't want me to." Sohini looked me straight in the eye and I could see that she was being sincere. "I could hold the job down, I think, without having to sleep with him."

"Do you sleep with him because you want to? Or because he'll fire you if you don't?" That was what I needed to know. What I wanted to know. Deep inside me, the pervert husband wanted her to say yes to the former. And she did.

"A bit of both." Sohini swallowed as she admitted the truth. "I guess I kind of enjoy it. I haven't been with anyone else except you, well apart from my boyfriend at school, so it all seemed so exciting at first."

"And now?" I prompted her to carry on.

"Okay, okay..." Sohini's shoulders slumped in resignation. I guess she thought I was going to dump her now, so she might as well tell all.
"I enjoy it, okay? He's a very attractive man, a perfect match against a beautiful woman like me. He is rich, smart, sexy and with his 6 foot 3 inch height and broad chest he is really a great fuck. Best I've ever had. And his dick's bigger than yours as well." She spat the last sentence out at me. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" she said with a mixture of spitefulness and self-loathing.

I didn't answer for a moment as I couldn't find the words to express how I felt. When I did, it wasn't what I would have expected to find myself saying. "B... B... Bigger than me?" I was stuttering, though whether it was from excitement or humiliation, I wasn't sure. My cock wasn't big, but at 5 inches I wouldn't have called it small either. I was always told that 5 to 6 inches was the national average, and I had never had any complaints in the past about my size.

"I'm sorry," Sohini started to apologize again; the heat in her voice was gone. "I don't know what's wrong with me." I knew how she felt on that score. "He has got a giant dick, and yes he is awesome in bed. I am not saying you’re not good in bed, but he is extraordinary. It’s just something special and exciting with him, that's all. He's rough with me, and I like it. I'm sorry. "

We sat there in silence for a moment, both wrestling with our emotions. I couldn't begin to imagine what Sohini was going through, but I was grateful for her honesty and I felt a certain admiration for her, it must have took a lot of guts for her to admit all of this. I myself was fighting down a hundred conflicting feelings - anger, hurt, humiliation and above all arousal. Not only was I imagining my wife with Pradip, but now I knew that he had given her a really good fucking. I pictured Sohini writhing underneath him as he screwed her with his massive cock. How could I ever measure up again? There was only one way to find out.

"I love you," Sohini whispered to me again. “Come to me. I know you are angry, I know you are jealous and hart. Come inside me please”. She spread her legs slightly giving me the signals for coming in. And that was it. I couldn't hold back any longer.
I pushed her back on to the sofa and practically tore her top off in my haste to get her naked. Our lips touched she gave me a welcoming smile.

I tugged her nighti down as she did the same to me, and then I literally ripped her panties off and pushed her legs apart as wide as I could.

"Fuck me," she whispered, "Please just fuck me as hard as you can. Come in me, I am sure it is the only way to cool your down. Tell me it's all okay."

"It's all okay," I said as I shoved myself roughly inside her surprisingly wet pussy. "We're going to be okay. Now shut up." I held her legs apart while I fucked her as hard as I could. If this was how she liked it, then this is how she was going to get it. Sohini's eyes closed in response, and her arms clung on to my hips, pulling me inside her as I screwed her the best I could. Her 36C breasts bounced with every thrust and I imagined them doing the same when Pradip fucked her the same way.

She had described more or less everything to me in her confession. The first thing they had done together was Sohini allowing Pradip to sniff around her neck and inside her under arms in his car on just their second ride home together. He was pretty insistent it seemed, and that was just after he had mentioned the possibility of finding a way to help out with her wages, so she had relented. Every night in the car that week she had to molest his hard cock on his request while Pradip enjoyed sniffing her body smell. He also forced her to tell him about all the intimate and private moments of our sex life like how often I fuck her, how long I do her, what is the size of my dick and even how thick my come is. On that Friday it culminated in him mentioning the possibility of him taking on a PA.

The 'formal' interview that happened on the Monday basically involved some light lip kissing and showing him her naked motherly breasts in his office. Pardip earlier confessed to her that he gets very very excited when he plays with breasts those have been used to feed babies before. Afterward on the way home he had asked if he could make love to her. "I nearly told you," Sohini had told me and I remembered her telling me about him wanting to touch the front of her panties. She had stopped him that time and just ended up giving him another hand job but that was the start of it all. "I really wanted to tell you, but I couldn't do it. I was too scared of losing you," she had said. My mind just reeled at the pictures she had painted in my mind's eye.

Of course, the hand job and allowing him to molest her motherly breasts that she used to feed my children’s before, had only got her a week's trial and she knew that he wouldn't give up trying to fuck her. Sohini said that she didn't do anything the first couple of days, but those extra hours my wife had spent after work that week trying to 'impress' her boss had involved her giving him a hand-job one night, then allowing him to suck on her breasts next. It also involved him stripping her topless and fulfilling his wish to force Sohini to suck on his giant dick. That had annoyed me again. She rarely allow me to put my cock in her mouth, but this bastard had got it first time!

I fucked while thinking about all of this, over and over again in my mind, and unsurprisingly it wasn't long before I came. I plunged myself as deep into her as I could before letting myself shoot into her pussy. Not as deep as Pradip had shot his load probably, but as far in as I could manage. We lay on the settee together afterward, both deep in thought and I went over in my head what she had told me about the first time he had fucked her.

She had done her best to 'impress' him that week, but he still wanted more. I recalled her saying after the final day of her trial that she was confident of getting the job and now I knew why. That very day she had finally promised him that she will allow him to fuck in her married pussy as long as she got the job. Monday came around and when Pradip gave her the good news that she was his new PA, she had to come good on her promise. I remembered that she was late home that night, and that was the first time I had smelled cologne on her.

Sohini explained that it really wasn't easy for her to do it. Up to that point she had only played with him and sucked him, which she didn't consider being truly unfaithful in today's day and age. She had thought long and hard about it that weekend, and almost didn't go to work that Monday, but she had decided that the future and welfare of our family was more important than her pride and dignity, and had elected to go with it on Monday and do what she had to do.

When I questioned her on where our marriage vows came into it, Sohini said that the whole time he was taking her clothes off in front of Pradip that first time, in the office again at work, she was thinking of our wedding and the promises we had made to each other. She broke down in tears at that point as she related the story to me, but for some sick reason I was still torn between feeling betrayed and feeling aroused.

I asked if his larger cock had made the decision to sleep with him any easier, and Sohini went bright red before wiping away her tears and honestly answering "Yes," in a quiet and embarrassed tone of voice. It was a curiosity, she explained. The first time he had exposed himself to her, in his car during one of those lifts home she had been shocked at the size of it. Sohini was only used to my modest cock, and the only guy she had slept with before me had been even smaller.

She had played around with a few lads while at school and college and had seen one or two larger dicks but she had never seen one like Pradip's, almost 9 inches when fully erect. "I did wonder how it would feel," she admitted. When they were both fully naked he had licked her married pussy to get her ready for him before turning her around and screwing her roughly over his desk. "And it felt magnificent," she admitted.

Sohini had thought it would just be the one time, and that with her 'out of his system' Pradip would leave her alone. Of course that was never going to happen. Because the sex had been so exciting and so electrifying, Sohini had let him have her a second time in the car on the way home the following night, and then that had led to a third time in the office a day or so later, eventually leading to it becoming a regular thing.

"I did want to tell you," she had sobbed. "But every time I got close to saying something, I panicked and changed my mind."

We fell asleep together on the sofa, wrapped in each others arms. We were lucky that one of the kids didn't wake up and come downstairs to catch us naked. When we woke up, we said very little to each other but not from anger - it was almost as though we were closer in some strange way and didn't need to talk. We had some supper and a drink and went to bed where we made the most incredible love yet again before an exhausted Sohini fell into a deep sleep.

I stayed awake for a while, pondering where this would go from here. We had come to an agreement that she would stay working with Pradip, and sleeping with him if she had to, but somehow we had also silently agreed that she could fuck him even if she just wanted to.

How could I begrudge her some fun? She was a very beautiful woman and she deserved much more fun than a normal house wife does. I had enjoyed many women before settling down, and I guess I felt guilty for making her settle down so young, before she had time to play around like most beautiful and gorgeous women does. Still, where did we go from here? Where would this take us?

It would lead to me finding out more and more about my beautiful Sohini, though I didn't know it at the time, she had a very dark side to her which I would never have imagined existed. This affair with Pradip had livened up our sex life, opening up a Sohini's desires and turning her from an acceptable lay into a real wildcat between the sheets. At the same time, it had opened my eyes to a new fetish which had been hidden in my subconscious until now - I enjoyed my wife fucking other men.

Now I just wanted to see it happen, in front of my own eyes. But how? If I could just find a way.

It was incredibly strange, watching your wife go to work every morning knowing that her boss would be not only flirting with her, but possibly having sex with her. Every day while I was at work myself, I would find myself wondering if she was doing it at that moment, and if so what exactly they were doing. Where were they? In what position? A thousand visions would run through my mind every single day, and then when she got home at night I would ask her if they had done it today. Sometimes she would say no, they didn't do it today, but at least twice a week she would report yes, and then that night in bed I would get the full details.

Sohini knew it turned me on now. It was several weeks since she had first confessed to screwing Pradip, her boss and while I had never actually said out loud how it excited me, it was obvious from my the huge erection I got every time she gave me the dirty details. She would tell me everything I wanted to know - when and where and how - and then we would always have great sex straight afterwards.

That was the best thing about it. Since she had started this mini-affair with Pradip, our love life had taken off. Sohini had always been a decent lay, I wouldn't have married the girl if she wasn't, but she had become a real tiger between the sheets now. Especially when she had been with Pradip that day. She would become super-horny as she recounted the details of today's extra-marital fuck to me in bed, and quite often she would slip a hand down beneath the covers and play with my hard-on as she gave me the details. By the time she had finished, we were always both raring to go and the night would end with us ravaging each other like never before.

The fact that her hairy brown pussy had been used earlier that day by another man only served to turn me on further, as did the fact that he was much bigger downstairs. I was 5" and in the lower realms of average but Pradip was packing serious meat, according to Sohini. Her pussy wasn't quite as tight on the days where he had screwed her, but maybe that was my over active imagination.

Sohini's extra wages had been an absolute boon. It was two weeks before new year and we had managed to get the kids every present they wanted for the first time ever. The festive period in our household was shaping up to be one of the best ever!

But while I was blissfully happy with our domestic life, I yearned to take our naughty secret further. Imagining Sohini and Pradip was one thing, but I wanted to actually see it with my own eyes. Even imagining it was difficult really as I had never seen or met Pradip, so I decided that the first step was to see him. Sohini had described him to me of course, but to know what he looked like would serve to make my fantasies even more real. Maybe then, I wouldn't ache to see them fucking quite so much. My fantasies might be enough.

I asked Sohini if we should invite him over to dinner, or maybe all go out together one evening but she was horrified at the idea, saying she wouldn't feel comfortable with that at all and that it would 'interfere' with our happy little set-up. Instead I suggested that I pop in to her work one day, to perhaps take her out for her lunch hour and Sohini thought that was a much better idea so the following day I squeezed out of my job for a couple of hours and arrived at Sohini's place of work at bang on her lunch time.

I was feeling a touch of nerves for some reason. Sohini had described Pradip to me in detail, tall, good looking and quite broad, I suppose I was just feeling a little worried at what he might think to me, or maybe how he might react.

I needn't have worried. He looked just as Sohini had described, and was nothing short of charming when I introduced myself. Pradip was a good 6 or 7 inches taller than me, much broader and muscular. A man who took good care of himself, I could see why Sohini might be attracted to him. You could almost smell the wealth on him, and he had that aura around him that powerful men always seem to have, that women are inevitable drawn towards. He had a firm grip, and looked me right in the eyes as we shook hands. The cheeky bastard, he was fucking my wife!

The offices were very luxurious. I identified his personal office, marked by a golden plaque on the door marked 'Pradip Agarwal', a quite common name. The door was ajar and through it I could see a large leather-topped oak desk. The desk that Sohini had been fucked over and on top so many times.

Sohini looked nervous and uncomfortable the whole time I was there, fidgeting and wringing her hands until we left to head to the restaurant where I had booked us a table. As I drove, my imagination went in overdrive, re-picturing and re-imagining all the things that Sohini had described to me, but with the figure of Pradip now painted in fully and accurately.

"I thought you were going to say something," Sohini finally spoke as we sat down to eat.

"Why would I? I don't want to spoil anything," I assured her. "I just wanted to see what he looked like."

"And?" Sohini looked at me with an odd look on her face.

"He looked really handsome like you said."

"Okay," Sohini continued to look at me strangely. "You don't need to worry. I do love you. Really, really love you. I'm not going to leave you for him or anything. He's said since day one that this is all strictly no-strings fun, and that it's got to stay that way."

Sohini had told me all this before, to allay my initial fears about her developing feelings for him, but it was only now that I felt a little bit better about it. I realized that subconsciously I had possibly been worrying about losing my beautiful Sohini to the much richer, taller, smarter, broader, more exciting and well hung Pradip.

When I dropped her off back at work I was tempted to go in with her again, but she skipped off through the front doors of her office before I even had time to get out of the car, and I was running a bit late to get back to my work so I left it there. The first thing I did when I did get back into my office was to go straight into the toilet and beat one out furiously while imagining my wife being ruthlessly screwed over Pradip's leather and wood desk.

I sat at my desk with my laptop in front of me, and idly typed his name into Google. Pradip Agarwal. A very common name and surname at all, so I wondered it will be hard for me to find out about him. But I was able to locate him. I was surprised how much information there was on him. I found out that he co-owned two other companies besides the one that Sohini worked for. I found several business profiles and biographies about him, articles written about him and even a list of his various qualifications and business history. I guess it's hard to be anonymous when you have so much money and such a high status in the city. I even found his home address, so I looked up his home and found pictures of it on an estate agency website. I sat there in envy as I clicked on the pictures of it, a sprawling mansion like something out of an ‘NDTV GOD TIME’S Real Estates shows.

I was quite shocked at just how much information there was. If I was a criminal, or a different sort of person I could have done all sorts of things with it, but I wasn't that way inclined. Still, I filed away his information in my laptop's address book, just in case I ever needed it.

That night Sohini was late home, so I knew that they were having a 'romp day'. It had fallen into a bit of a pattern. They would quite often have sex on a Tuesday and then again on the Thursday or Friday, so that it fitted in with Pradip's life outside work. He wasn't married, but he did have several girlfriends and often went out with his buddies who were probably rich playboys too.

That night however she was very late. She did call to tell me, so I was never worried but I did wonder what the hell she was doing. I told the kids that mummy was working late, but they were in bed by the time she finally got home. She was rather drunk, and staggered in with a huge smile on her face, whispering apologies for being so late and asking if the kids were okay and in bed.

I assured her they were and asked her if she had a nice time tonight. "Where have you been?" It wasn't unusual for Sohini to be quite late, but this was the latest yet.

"Pradip took for me for something to eat and then to a hotel," she bragged. "It was great."

"A hotel?" That was a first. "Wow! What did you get up to?"

"I'll tell you later," Sohini said with a wink. "But, you'll have to be gentle with me tonight because I'm a bit sore, you know? Down there?"

"Sore! Woah... What did he do to you?" I chuckled. I couldn't wait to hear about this one.

"Well," Sohini hesitated which was also a first. Usually, she couldn't wait to tell me everything. "He was just a bit more physical. You know? And we did it twice." The last sentence sounded tacked-on and I could tell that she was holding back on something, but I didn't care. I knew I would find out that night.

When we were laid in bed, she explained in detail to me how he had softened her up with wine at some posh restaurant before taking her to an equally expensive hotel where he had the a honeymoon suite booked for the evening. Sohini told me that the 'physical' stuff consisted of him handcuffing her to the four-poster bed before having all-out, no holds, no barred sex with her in every way and every position possible.

"It was amazing," she gushed. "He even wanted me to do it up the bottom, but I didn't let him. He's getting so naughty!" I practically leapt on top of her, then calmed myself down screwed her gently like she had told me to, while she told me the rest of the story. Apparently, room service had almost caught them, and Sohini had to hide under the sheets until the fellow had gone.

She felt very wet and loose, much more so than usual, so I imagined that Pradip had really given her a good seeing to tonight.

The thought made me add my cum to his fairly quickly again, and then I laid down to get some much-needed sleep. Sohini soon dropped off, but my over-active mind kept me up until the early hours, filled with images of what she had described. Something about Sohini's story tonight didn't quite seem true, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. There was just a hesitancy about her that wasn't usually there. Obviously he had done something even ruder than she had described, something she was a bit embarrassed to confess to but I knew I would find out in time. It was probably the anal sex, I put it down to that for now anyway. I suspected he had fucked her up the arse, something she had never let me do in all our years together, and so she felt too guilty and maybe too embarrassed to tell me. I would let Sohini tell me in her own time.

It was the run into New Year, and I got my invite to the works New Year party. I was looking forward to taking Sohini with me like every year but her party night was on the same date, so we agreed to just go to our respective parties on our own. Sohini did offer to come to mine and forget about hers, but I told her it really didn't matter. Secretly, I really didn't want her to miss out on a good sex session with Pradip, which was inevitable considering the circumstances. There was bound to be high spirits and alcohol, and I was sure they were bound to have some great sex after the party, which I would then get the fun of hearing about.

In the week leading up to the parties, Sohini and Pradip had their usual Tuesday and Thursday time together, and the Thursday was like the week before, a very late one. Sohini got in at almost midnight, again explaining that Pradip had taken her out. This time they had been for a meal, a drink and then to Pradip's house for a drunken fuck. Pradip had paid for her to get a taxi home as they were both pretty drunk this time.

"Did you have anal again?" I cheekily inquired, trying to take advantage of her inebriated state and bluff the truth out of her. Sohini just looked at me puzzled, and shook her head.

"No way!" she slurred. "And don't ask - you're not getting any either. I'm a bit sore again," she complained as she went to the bathroom to get showered and ready for bed.

I did get some. Of course I did, I'm quite a persuasive person when I want to be but it was slow, gentle sex again. I was desperate to hear exactly what she had been up to and was a bit disappointed when Sohini was a bit reticent to share tonight's experience.

"Don't you get bored?" she asked me as I slowly fucked her, while trying to coax out the dirty details. "It was just the same as always, but in his bed this time."

"Yes, but what exactly did you do?" I continued to chip away at her.

"Just the same as always," Sohini repeated and went on to describe how they had undressed each other, then done the usual oral foreplay and finished up making lough in his bed.

"That's it?" There had to be more. Was she holding out on me? Sohini just said no and then shook her head and I gave up, making up for my disappointment by screwing her steadily until I came into her again very loose and already cum-lubricated pussy.

The night of the New Year parties came around, and we were both pretty excited. Sohini of course was looking forward to partying with her friends, and then a private party with Pradip afterwards. I was just looking forward to hearing all about it. I did have a plan in place though, a devious little plan which hopefully would fulfill my fantasy of seeing Sohini and Pradip together. Sohini had explained that Pradip had asked her if she wanted to stay at his house after the party, but Sohini said she really wanted to go home, so I offered to stay sober and pick her up from wherever she was. The plan was in place - I was going to turn up early and hopefully cop an eyeful of whatever it was she was up to.

At 11pm I got a call from Sohini to say that Pradip and her were leaving the party now and going to his house for a bit of a 'private dinner.' She said that she would call me after they were done and then she would give me the address so that I could drive over and pick her up. Little did Sohini know that I already had Pradip's home address on my PC, so the moment I put the phone down, I made my apologies to my work colleagues, jumped in the car and set off to stake out Pradip's house.

I had no idea what to expect, and I swallowed down a whole chunk of disappointment when I headed up his road. Every house on the road was huge, and every single one had a perimeter wall or fence, all with tall wooden or iron gates at the bottom of their entrance ways. I pulled up a few doors short of Pradip's place and pondered what to do next. I was no cat burglar, in fact I probably wouldn't be able to climb over the shortest fence here and Pradip's was twice as tall as that.

Feeling slightly glum, I decided to stick around for a while. There was no point in heading home only to have to make the return drive in an hour or however long they might take to have their Private dinner. I put the mobile-radio on and was sat tapping my hands on the steering wheel when a car came up the road from the opposite direction. It was a large silver Bolero, a cool beast indeed and to my delight it stopped right in front of Pradip's black iron gates. Was this them? It must be. I had beaten them here!

I held my breath as the gates opened and the car drove through them and out of sight. The gates were still open and I counted to 30, still holding my breath the whole time. They were still open, so I started the car, creeping it forward until I was in a position where I could see up the driveway. The drive went straight in side a grassy garden for maybe 50 yards before bending to the right and out of sight. The bolero was nowhere to be seen and the gates were still open. Maybe in his haste to get my Sohini into his bed, Pradip had forgotten to close them?

Offering a silent prayer to Lady Luck, I decided to take a chance and reversing my car back to its original position, I got out and walked the short distance to Pradip's house. I paused for a moment before heading up the drive, looking around for any security cameras. I didn't want to be arrested for trespassing or anything. Satisfied that I wasn't being watched, I pushed down the mixed feelings of nervousness and anticipation and headed up the driveway.

As I rounded the bend in the road, the house came into view; a modern two-story stone building set before a large round grassy garden, complete with pond and fountain. Most of the many windows were dark but two of the ground floor windows were illuminated. That was lucky - there wasn't any trees I could climb to peek in through the upper storey windows. I ran as stealthily as I could across the grass lawn towards the lit part of the house when I heard a dog bark.

I froze. Did Pradip have guard dogs? Warily I looked around but saw nothing and then I hard the same bark again, this time further out. I exhaled in relief. The dog must belong to one of his neighbors or something. As I made my way towards the house, a light came on in one of the previously darkened windows and I could see straight into the room beyond as the curtains weren't closed. I tiptoed into the shadows that lined the walls, out of the glow of the outdoor spotlights and my breath caught as I saw Sohini cross the window, followed by Pradip. They were both fully dressed, but for how long?

Sohini came into view again, standing right in front of the window. She was saying something to Pradip but I couldn't hear anything. She looked beautiful tonight. She was still wearing what she had gone out in - a figure hugging black dress that dipped down at the front to show some cleavage. She had had her black hair done at the hairdressers' especially for tonight, curly ringlets of all put up onto the top of her head in an elegant bun that showed off the curves of her neck, but as I watched she reached up and pulled out the clips that were holding it up and then sexily shook her head so that it bounced loose around her shoulders.

That was a teasing thing Sohini did sometimes for me, because she knew I loved her with her hair down and tousled, so I guessed that Pradip must like it too. Then I jumped as Sohini turned towards the window, staring straight at me, but she mustn't have seen me because she didn't start or jump at all as she drew the curtains closed. It was very dark outside and the area where I was standing was completely in shadow. I moved right up to the window and tried to look through but she hadn't left a gap at all. Annoyance and frustration surged through me for a moment, and then the light turned off so I assumed they were at it - and I was missing out!

In desperation I wondered if the room had a window around the other side, and I walked around the house to find out. At the rear of the building was the silver Bolero, along with a fleet of other cars including a Fiat and a Tata Sumo and a couple of more ordinary cars which I guessed must be his everyday or work vehicles. How much money did this guy have?

There were two windows with light glowing from them, but both were covered by curtains. I stepped in closer to the first one but all hope disappeared when I found that one also had the curtains drawn tightly shut. The second window however had a thin crack of light running vertically down the center, where the curtains were ever so slightly apart. I crossed my fingers and carefully peered through.

There they were! I couldn't see a great deal, until I crouched a little lower to where the curtain gap was at its widest point. Sohini was sitting on a white leather sofa with a glass of sparkling wine in her hand. Then again, with it being Pradip it was probably Champagne. Pradip came into view as he sat next to her. They clinked their glasses together before taking a drink but it didn't take long before the glasses were set down and they started kissing.

Even just watching them kissing got me incredibly turned on. By the time Pradip's hand started wandering up Sohini's thigh and under the hem of her knee length dress, my cock was so hard it was painful. I looked around me. There wasn't anyone around, and none of the other houses were in view of me, so I undid my zip and released my aching penis, stroking it gently as I continued to watch the show which my pretty little wife was unknowingly putting on for me.

Pradip's hand reappeared from under her skirt, pulling her black panties down. Sohini still had her black high heeled shoes on and Pradip pulled her shoes and then he pushed her willing legs open and ran his hand back up her thigh and out of view beneath her dress once more. His glass was on the table by the sofa, and Sohini took a long swig from hers and then placed the glass beside his. While their kiss was broken, Pradip took the opportunity to pull the straps of her black dress down off her shoulders, bringing her cleavage and the cups of her lacy black bra into full view.

I had slow down pulling on my cock because I was close to cumming. This was unbelievably erotic, seeing my wife with another man, even more so than I had imagined. Pradip's hand was working beneath her skirt once more as they continued to kiss passionately and I could see Sohini's hips moving slightly in response to whatever he was doing under there, presumably fingering her or rubbing her clit. Finally Pradip flipped up the front of her skirt, bringing her little brown bush into view. Pradip's beefy hand covered most of her mound but I could see his fingers rubbing on her clit and I could see the wetness in and around her pussy lips.

Again, they broke off kissing for a moment and Pradip stood up and unbuckled his trousers. His back was turned to me so I couldn't see anything but he stepped in close to Sohini, standing between her legs so that his cock must have been right in front her face. I saw Sohini's hands come around and hold on to his hips as she leaned in towards his cock. My view was blocked as Pradip was facing the wrong way but I could tell Sohini was sucking him off by the rocking of her upper body. Pradip had his head tossed back in appreciation and one hand was in front of him, presumably holding on to the back of her head.

I felt a ripple of jealousy run through me. How I wished that it was Sohini's warm and wet mouth around my cock right now rather than my hand. Pradip reached down and picked up his glass, necking the remainder of his drink before refilling both glasses from the bottle which had been on the table also. Then he stepped back, and I got to see his cock for the first time. It was big, just as Sohini had described. It was huge, a couple of inches longer and significantly thicker than mine. The end of his cock was uncut, and rock hard as it was, his angry purple end looked bulbous and almost eager to fuck my wife. I was certainly eager to see it fuck her.

Things got better. Pradip sat down on the sofa this time, Sohini got off to kneeling on the floor beside him so that she could lean over and take him in her mouth. She pulled his trousers down to his ankles as she began running her tongue around the tip of his cock, then she engulfed it in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down its length. I didn't blink as I didn't want to miss a second of this. It was such a thrill to see. Sohini could get maybe two thirds of the way down his length, then she would lift her head until just the very tip was in her mouth before sucking down his shaft once more. Pradip's hand went to the back of her head again, pushing her further down gradually with each stroke, until she was eventually taking almost his complete length in her mouth. That must have felt wonderful, it certainly looked wonderful.

Pradip's hands went to the front her dress and he pulled it further down, then dragged the cups of her bra down so that her motherly breasts spilled free. He took one breast in his hand, kneading it quite firmly while she sucked him. His ministrations got faster, and Pradip's eyes closed in pleasure. Would he cum now, in her mouth? I wanted to see her get screwed by his impressive penis. Surely he would fuck her? She had mentioned a Private dinner, which I interpreted as full sex, not just a blowjob.

I got my wish. A few minutes later, Pradip lifted Sohini's face up from his groin and kissed again, even more passionately than before, while kicking his trousers and socks off. Sohini climbed up onto the settee from the floor while he stood up to throw his shirt off so that he was standing naked before her. I had to admit Pradip had an impressive body. He obviously worked out. His muscles were defined if not massive like a body builder and there wasn't an inch of fat on him. His torso and abs looked like they were carved from a rock face and he was shaved all over, apart from a little bit of hair around his dick. Altogether he made a quite impressive specimen, when you included his sizable member, cut body and height. I felt a touch of envy again. No wonder Sohini enjoyed having sex with him, when compared to my average height, podgy frame and smallish penis.

Sohini didn't take her dress off. Her 34B breasts were in full view already; her bra was around her waist almost, along with most of the dress. She hitched the skirt up further around her hips and lying on the settee, she opened her legs so that one was resting on the back of the sofa and the other one splayed out off the edge of the seat. Pradip didn't waste any time, holding his sizable dick in his hand he laid on top of Sohini, looking down and guiding himself into her brown-furred hole. Again, I didn't have the best of views from where I was, but I was enjoying it nonetheless.

They resumed kissing, and Pradip's arse began to move up and down between Sohini's thighs. Her hands came around his back, sliding down until they were on his backside, and then holding on tight as Pradip began to pump into her harder. Then Pradip broke off the kiss, lifting himself up on his arms so that he had better leverage with which to fuck her. He was looking down between her legs to watch his cock slide in and out of her. I wished I had the same view. From where I was I could only see them from the side. I could see her breasts bouncing with the impact of his groin against hers, but I couldn't see any penetration.

Pradip was building into a steady rhythm, and Sohini was obviously enjoying it. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip in a look of pure pleasure. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My wife was being screwed right in front of me by another man, and I was loving every second. I should have been angry and jealous, but all I felt was arousal, lust and the overriding desire to join in and stick my cock in her mouth or something. I didn't though. I just stood there outside the window, entranced by the scene unfolding in front of me.

They changed position, Pradip sitting down on the settee and Sohini clambering on to his lap. Finally I had a good view, and again I had to stop playing with myself before I came as Sohini reached down and slid herself on to Pradip's pole. She was leaning forwards on to him, and the angle gave me a terrific view of his cock parting her pussy lips and sliding inside her. It took her a moment to fully impale herself down his shaft, and then she started to ride him with gusto. I had never seen Sohini in this light before. She was tossing her black hair around, bucking her hips as she fucked him, and although I couldn't hear anything through the glass window, I could imagine the sounds she was making.

Pradip's hands were on Sohini's hips, lifting her up and down in rhythm to his own upward movements. His head was out of view, buried in her chest, presumably sucking and kissing her nipples. I decided to try and get her to repeat the same sexual activities with me when we got home, so I could fully appreciate what it looked like for Pradip. I would have to be subtle though, I didn't want Sohini to know that I had watched. She would think that was a bit creepy. I suppose it was, but I really didn't give a fuck at that moment.

Pradip's head came into view as he leaned to the side all of a sudden. Sohini leaned the same way, the pair of them pausing in their movements for a second while they both laughed at something to their left, my right, something I couldn't see. I guessed it was the television or something. My field of view just about encompassed the sofa they were sat on, but not much else of the room so I had no idea what else was in there. It looked like the living room, but I couldn't be sure. A house this size might have several lounges and living rooms.

Then I got the shock of my life. Another man, I didn't recognize him, walked into the space that I could see and stood at the side of Sohini and Pradip. He was short and chubby, more so than me, and when he turned around I also saw he was quite old, perhaps in his late 50s or even his early 60s. His hair was still dark, but streaked with gray and was receding badly. Who was this guy? What was he doing there? And most importantly, why wasn't Sohini screaming in alarm?

Sohini and Pradip were both talking to him, and laughing at whatever it was he was saying to them. I had presumed that they were looking at the television but now I knew what it was. It was probably this old guy walking into the room that had gotten their attention. I couldn't understand Sohini's reaction though. She wasn't moving and riding Pradip now, but she was still sat there with him inside her. Her breasts and arse were still exposed, in clear sight to this balding senior man, and Sohini didn't seem bothered at all. In all the time I had known her, Sohini had relatively conservative about exposing her body. She had gone topless only in front of me only. I couldn't believe her reaction here. She seemed completely relaxed, even though she was having sex with someone other than her husband and all in the company of another, much older man.

Was this old fellow going to join in as well? My cock twitched with excitement. I wasn't sure if I wanted this or not, but the thought of seeing Sohini in a threesome was even more exciting than what I had already witnessed. The three of them were just talking but the elderly chap was staring at Sohini's breasts the whole time. The only time his eyes moved were when they switched from staring at her tits to gazing at her peachy bottom instead, but Sohini didn't look fazed by his leer at all.

She seemed quite comfortable with it all, which made me begin to wonder if this had happened before. Had she slept with this old guy as well?

Finally Sohini turned her attention back to Pradip, and they began to kiss again. He began to push upwards into her once more, and she resumed moving up and down on his cock, which I could see was wet with her juices. After a minute they were having vigorous sex once more, like the old guy wasn't there. He just stood there watching them and I could see a bulge forming in the front of his grey trousers. Then something else unexpected happened - the back of Sohini's dress fell down, covering her backside for a moment. Old Man bent and lifted it again, I thought so he could see her bottom but it wasn't just for that. He brought the other hand across and smacked her ass. Hard enough to leave a mark. Not bright red, but red enough for me to see from where I was.

I clenched my fists in anger. Who did this old bastard think he was, laying hands on my wife? I was about to bang on the window, or race around to the door and storm the place when he hit her again, this time on the other ass cheek, making my anger boil even hotter. The reason I didn't move though was that Sohini didn't turn around and say anything. She carried on fucking Pradip's big cock as though nothing had happened. In fact, she hadn't even flinched. Another spank, and this time Sohini did turn to look at Old Man, but she just smiled at him and then blew him a kiss.

I know she said that she liked it rough, but spanking? Since when had she liked being spanked? Old Man hit her again, and Sohini tossed her head back in pleasure. This was getting weird, but again my only reaction was one of arousal. It wasn't just that she was in this kinky threesome but the fact that the new participant was such a different guy to the good looking Pradip. He was a scruffy looking old man, who I'm sure no woman would look at twice. For some reason I found that erotic.

Another surprise was to follow though. All three of them seemed to jump at something to my right and out of view again. Sohini clambered off Pradip, hitching her dress and bra up to cover her tits and pulling down the front of her dress. She sat next to Pradip, who hurriedly grabbed his trousers to cover his erection. Someone else had obviously entered the room, someone who maybe wasn't as welcome as Old Man.

I remember the fleet of cars and turned to look at them. Perhaps they didn't all belong to Pradip. Maybe some of them belonged to these other people, or maybe these other people had been in the Bolero when I saw it arrive. It was dark and because I was parked a distance away I hadn't been able to see how many people were inside. Old Man was smiling and talking to this new unseen person, so it was obviously someone he knew. Pradip seemed comfortable also, but although Sohini was also wearing a friendly open smile, I could sense that she looked a little bit nervous.

Finally the new visitor came into view. He was of average height and build, but different to the other two in that he was a European. He was quite smart and presentable but very young, perhaps 19 or 20 at most. He was talking to Old Man and Pradip but he was staring at my gorgeous wife out of the corner of his eye the whole time. I didn't blame him - she did look gorgeous if somewhat slutty, sat as she was with her dress all crumpled and her hair tousled loose across her face and around her shoulders. I saw that European fellow's eyes flicker and a little smile crossed his face briefly before he resumed talking to Old Man.

What the hell was going on here? It was very surreal, but also erotic and intriguing all at the same time. All I had hoped for was to see Sohini making love to Pradip, so this was completely unexpected. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I intended to stay here and find out. I wondered if the Old Man was one of Pradip and Sohini's work colleagues as they seemed perfectly at ease but I had no idea who the white skinned European was. Perhaps some client that they had invited to their little party?

Sohini stood up then, and disappeared from view a moment before returning with a couple more wine glasses. She filled all four glasses, and passed them around before returning to Pradip's side but as she made to sit down, Old Man put his arm around her and pulled her towards the European who took her hand and kissed the back of it very gentlemanly. Sohini blushed and smiled at him, then jumped slightly as Old Man grabbed and squeezed her ass. She turned to him and laughed, and the European joined in, obviously in on the joke.

Pradip said something from the sofa then, and Old Man turned Sohini around. She complied without protest, so that her back was to the European and then as Old Man pushed between her shoulder blades and she bent over at the waist. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Old Man flipped the back of Sohini's dress up over her waist, so that her backside was exposed to the European, then slapped her hard enough to leave a light mark again. The European studied her backside for a moment, then took a turn to smack her as well, although not as hard as Old Man had.

I looked at Pradip to see his reaction to all of this, but he was just sitting there drinking his Champagne, his trousers tented but loosely covering his still erect cock. He had a smile on his face, and was saying something that I wish I could hear, probably encouraging the European to spank her again. Was the mother of my children just going to let some strange guy spank her like this? She certainly didn't seem bothered at all, she looked over her shoulder at him with a smile as the European slapped her bottom again. Then the European knelt down, so that his face was just inches from her bottom, and Old Man kicked Sohini's feet apart so that her legs were spread. I realised the European was looking at her pussy! He seemed to study her for a moment, then Sohini stood up and pulled her dress down before going back over to the sofa and sitting down next to an amused Pradip.

Pradip said something to Sohini who shrugged in response, then he pulled down first her top and then her bra, so that her pale breasts were exposed to the two men standing in front of them. The European and Old Man shared some comment, probably talking about how much they liked her tits and then Old Man started to undress. He stripped off his shirt to reveal a very hairy chest and a paunch which hung over the front of his trousers. They came off next to reveal an equally hairy bottom half, and a surprisingly long semi-hard cock. It was half-erect, so was flopping around as he undressed. I stared in disbelief; it was as big as Pradip's was fully hard, although quite a bit thinner. It was also surrounded by wiry black pubic hair. Naked, Old Man looked even less attractive than he did dressed, with his hairy back and big belly hanging out. Was Sohini going to do something with him? I really couldn't believe she would stoop so low.

The European walked over to Sohini, and sat on the other side of her from Pradip. She looked at him and smiled as he put a white skinned hand on to the breast nearest him, cupping and squeezing tit before moving over to the other tit and doing the same. His whitish red hands looked so strange against Sohini's creamy pale Asian skin as he gently stroked and then pinched her nipples between his fingers, using both hands now. While that was happening, Pradip lifted the skirt of her dress and Sohini's legs opened in response. One of the European's hands slid down over her belly to her pussy, and his dark fingers ran through her fluffy brown pubes to her slit. Sohini shivered in pleasure and she leaned sideways to kiss Pradip as the European began to slide his fingers in and out of her.

The Old Man walked towards the settee where the three of them were sitting, tugging on his long, thin cock. Sohini broke off the kiss to Pradip and sat forward as he approached. Pradip got up and still holding his discarded trousers over his erection he vacated the seat to the older fellow and wandered off to my left and out of view. As Old Man sat down, Sohini leaned over him and took his hairy dick into her mouth. I was aroused yet again, but also slightly disgusted with her for sucking off some one so much older than her.

After a minute or two, Old Man began to get fully hard and Sohini pulled her head back for a moment. She held his cock in her hand, which only covered half the length of his shaft, which must have reached 9 inches or so. Sohini tugged up and down on it for a moment but then Old Man grabbed her head and quite roughly pushed her head back down on to his dick. With his hand tangled in her hair, he bobbed her head up and down his cock quite fast, making Sohini gag a couple of times as he shoved his entire length into her mouth. When she coughed, he laughed as did the European who was watching while still playing with her pussy. Old Man did let her up for a moment to catch her breath, and then he would shove her back down there again.

If I felt that Sohini wasn't enjoying it, I would have broken the window and jumped through, but every time she did break free for a breather she would smile and laugh and then go back down onto his cock with no complaints. Her hand had crept to Old Man's hairy balls and she was stroking and caressing them as she blew him. Pradip came back then, now fully naked, with a fresh bottle of bubbly in his hand and he proceeded to top up the glasses on the table before saying something to the European, who moved so that Pradip could take his place.

Old Man was at one end of the settee, sat upright and Sohini was in the centre, laid on her side and sucking his cock. Pradip knelt on the sofa, lifted her uppermost leg upright and stuck his cock inside her. I had a wonderful view as he began to fuck her while the mother of two kids continued to suck the fat hairy old man on the other side of her. I was watching my wife being spit-roasted at either end and it looked fantastic. European man was the next to take his clothes off. He was much slimmer than the other two, but quite hairy, if not so much as Old Man. His cock however, was a massive disappointment. Mine was the shorter end of average, but the European's was just short and stubby, fatter than mine, but maybe only 4 inches long at the most. It was rock-hard though, and stuck up towards the ceiling like an arrow jutting from his course reddish pubic hair.

When Pradip and the Old Man changed ends, I actually felt a twinge of concern for Sohini. Old Man's cock was fully hard, and though it was still thin, it looked really long. It curved upwards too, almost as much as a banana and I really wondered if Sohini would be able to take it inside her without it hurting her. She wasn't the tallest, biggest or most robust of women and Old Man's cock really looked like it could do her damage. I needn't have worried though, she never even flinched as Old Man bent her over the arm of the settee and rammed his tool into her from behind. Pradip was kneeling on the sofa still, and Sohini took him in her mouth so that she was facing the other way to before, with the guys at the opposite ends of her now.

Old Man grabbed her hips tightly and rammed himself in and out of her hard and fast. He would stop now and again, to smack her backside but Sohini never took her mouth from Pradip's dick to complain. When Pradip stepped aside to let the European onto the settee, Old Man gripped her hair once more, pulling her head back savagely and absolutely pounded her mercilessly for several minutes until I saw her back arch and an orgasm ran through her. Only when she had finished quaking, and she relaxed once more did Old Man release his hold on her head, so that she could take the kneeling European's stumpy little cock into her mouth.

This was amazing, but incredibly difficult to believe. Here was my seemingly conservative and homely wife, who was the mother of my Childs, and now she was taking on three at a time! I remembered Sohini coming home late the last few times, all roughed up and in a mess and I wondered if she had done this before. The European's eyes were closed as she gave him an expert blowjob, kissing up and down his shaft and then licking his balls before taking his length back into her mouth. I knew how good that felt. My dick was aching in my hand, and I wished I was the recipient of that blowjob instead of the European.

Old Man was back to pounding her mercilessly from behind, when he suddenly stepped back. He grabbed Sohini by the hair, pulling her away from the European and turning her around roughly so that her face was in front of his long, hairy, banana shaped cock. I knew what he was going to do. He tugged once, twice, three times on his shaft and then gobbets of cum flew from the end of his cock, spraying into Sohini's hair and across her face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth like a porn star but most it landed across her forehead or down her cheek. Once he had finished, Pradip stepped in and wanked himself off also until he came. Sohini looked up at him adoringly and opened her mouth again as he shuddered with his orgasm. His aim was much better and his cum flew straight between her waiting lips. She swallowed it down, and then took his wilting cock into his mouth to give it a final suck and kiss.

There was just the European to see to now. He was sat on the arm of the sofa, watching Sohini so she got up and sat on the sofa, then opened her legs right in front of him. It was an incredible sight. Her black dress was bunched around her waist, tangled with her bra, so that her breasts were completely exposed. She was still wearing her black high-heeled shoes and her lacy black panties were hanging from one ankle. She looked like a complete whore as she spread her legs obscenely and waggled her hips at the European who was just staring at her fluffy blonde pussy, with his mouth open and his tongue almost hanging out.

One of Sohini's hands slid down and rubbed her clit. This was another first. Getting Sohini to masturbate for me had always proven to be impossible and yet here she was, fingering herself in front of a complete stranger! Her other hand pointed towards the European, and beckoned him forward. How could he resist? Almost in a trance he joined her on the sofa, and she pulled his head down towards her pussy. Hesitantly he placed his face between her thighs, giving her pussy a lick and then she drew him upwards, so that he was laid over her.

This was Sohini taking control now.

What had come over her? I saw the European settle his weight on her, and Sohini's legs wrapped themselves around him as they started to move. He must be inside her now, I couldn't see from where I was. His back and buttocks clenched as he thrust into her, and Sohini's hands dug into his bottom as she tried to pull him deeper. After having Pradip's and the Old Man's cocks up her, I wondered if she could even feel the European's stumpy dick.

The European's pumps became more and more urgent and I saw his entire body clench as he came inside her. Just as that happened, the garden behind me was suddenly bathed in light. I panicked and ran, hiding behind some bushes just in time as two more cars pulled up alongside the others. Putting my dick back into my trousers and zipping myself back up, I watched as five men got out of the cars and walked around the side of the house towards the entrance. Were they here to have a go as well? This couldn't happen. Up until that point I had been enjoying it, but I didn't want my wife to be gang-banged like this. Something had changed. Perhaps it was the shock of the cars turning up that snapped me out of it, but hot arousal had changed to cold anger. Maybe I was reading too much into it though. When all of the men were out of sight around the corner, I stepped back to the window.

Sohini was completely naked now, except for her shoes. The dress, bra and panties were on the floor next to where she was, on the floor on her hands and knees, sucking the Old Man's flaccid cock while he spanked her once more. The European had dressing himself, and Pradip was sat on the sofa drinking his Champagne. When was this going to end. Were they going to fuck her all night?

Then the first of the new arrivals walked in. Sohini looked up at him and said something which looked like 'Hello' before resuming trying to suck Old Man's soft cock back into life. The new comer, a professional-looking smart guy, maybe in his thirties, started to undress as did another two who had joined him. The others were probably there as well, just out of my field of vision. I had to stop this. It was going to far.

I rushed around to the side of the house where I had passed the main entrance earlier. I pushed against the door and to my relief, it wasn't locked. As it swung open though, I got a bit of a fright as there was a youngish looking fellow stood just the other side, smoking a cigarette. I stared at him, wondering what the hell to say or do. I hadn't thought about this at all. I was just acting on impulse.

"Hi," he said. "The others are through there. Tell them I'll be in a minute. I'm just having a cig." I looked at him. He must think I was one his group. He winked at me. "First time? I've never seen you before. She's dynamite, I tell you. She'll fuck your brains out. Get in there and have a look."

I suppressed the impulse to punch the smug little bastard who had obviously fucked my wife at some time and walked through the door he had indicated. When I stepped into the room where they were all gathered, eight men and Sohini, I was still trying to figure out what I was going to say or do. I just decided to go with the flow. Apart from the European, who was making to leave, everyone was naked. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and in the middle of it all, Sohini was laid on her back, legs wide apart and up in the air with one young guy laid fucking away between them, while another one had his cock in her mouth.

Pradip was the first to see me. "Shit!" he said, causing some of the others to turn and look at me. The lad fucking Sohini didn't stop and nor did she. She was moaning softly around the other man's cock, completely oblivious to the fact that her cuckolded husband was in the room.

"Sohini..." Pradip said softly as I walked towards him, trying to warn her. "Look," he said to me, "I can explain..."