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Wife fucked by Servant and his two friends

Kirti spotted me in the side yard, right after returning home from visiting a neighbor in the colony. I saw her give a huge smile through the window, then she literally burst out of the door and ran over to me, shedding her shawl as she moved. It was a welcome sight, since the cotton, sleeveless kameez she was wearing under the shawl was thin and tight, and showed off her full, shapely breasts to perfection.

Why she insisted on covering up her delightful body whenever she was around anyone but me was rather frustrating. We were in Delhi not some small village where tongues would wag. Women in the colony jogged in sports bras and tight yoga pants, went swimming in western-style bikinis. Yet, that liberalization that had come to India hadn't opened my wife. Of course, she had been brought up in a high-class Brahmin family, where she had been brought up to believe that her large breasts were a curse that drew the wrong kind of attention. Her figure was to be hidden, not paraded around like some low-caste item girl. She was taught that her looks did nothing but give otherwise pious and good men lewd thoughts. Of course, my behaviors probably just reinforced that idea. Even after five years of marriage, I couldn't help but ogle her even when she was wearing a simple cotton top.

Ironically, she loved sex. No, not just sex, but fucking. She had been shy and demure on our wedding night. A virgin with a stranger she had just been arranged into marriage with. Even on that night, she had open up and even shocked herself at how easily she was aroused. Over the early months of the marriage, as she became even more comfortable with me and secure in our relationship, she became more secure in her sexuality, but only in the safety of our bed. When she drank - a rarity - her sexual inhibitions totally disappeared, and she delighted in seeing how hard she got my cock. But only me. Despite a few suggestions for her to drink in company, to dress a little more provocatively when we met with friends was also met with a frown and the reminder that I had married a good girl.

The poor woman. Unfortunately for her, she had married a pervert with deviant fantasies. I didn't just want to show her off. It was more than that. Much more and things I would never tell her. One of my regular fantasies was her in a sari. I loved her in saris. But in this fantasy, it was tied low on her hips, revealing the long expanse of her flat abdomen. The top is cut small and tied with mere strings in the back. It reveals far more than it hides. She actually has a sari like that, but she seems to think its supposed to be paired with a long shawl. I imagine her without the shawl, her large breasts stretching the top taut, nipples hard, so that every man's eyes are on her. I've imagined more as well. Not just men taking her with their eyes, but actually taking her. I picture her stroking another man's cock. Sucking it like she sucks mine. Being used in front of me. Her covered with another man's cum. As I said, she married a pervert.

"I was walking by the Chopra's by the park, and I saw a few men working outside on her place, so I stopped in to see her," Kirti said excitedly breaking my reverie. Sometimes, when she talks, I can barely listen. She thinks I'm just ignoring her. In reality I tend to get lost when I look at those large brown eyes. That constantly enthusiastic smile. Even now, partly because of the fantasy and partly because I am again drowning in her innocent sensuality, my cock begins to stir. I swallow when she frowns and snaps a finger to get my attention.

"Pay attention! Apparently, they're replacing the entire outside wall of their house with natural stone, and from what I saw of it, they're doing an amazing job. Jivanti said they have been doing a really good job for her and so cheap! So I asked one of them if they would come over and we can talk to them about getting the garden wall fixed."

My arousal subsided as finally attended to what she was actually saying. She was clearly excited. And I agreed that it would be good to have the work done. It was always hard to find good laborers that weren't too expensive.

The three men came over at the end of the day, and after introductions all around, we took them out to the garden to see what we wanted done. One of the men was older, grey haired Jagu. He was clearly in charge, while the other two were young and fit in that natural way of men who worked with their hands all day - all bone and wiry sinew. And, given the heat, they were dressed in thin white t-shirts that contrasted with their dark skin. The youngest of the three gave his nickname - Tiger. He was all muscle and gladly showed it off in the tightest of t-shirts and stained shorts. A bright grin against dark skin. Probably the handsomest of the three. The third was Dev. He wasn't much to look at but the tan kurta and ill-fitting slacks he wore left little to the imagination and even I couldn't help but notice the size of his package. He wasn't even hard, and it was hard to avoid. I was surprised he hadn't gotten in trouble by some of the more prudish ladies in the colony for dressing so lewd.

When the outside examination of the yard was done Jagu began to quote us a price that was relatively cheap and they said it would be finished in less than a week. It was clear that Hindi was not his first language and he spoke with a heavy southeastern accent.

"That sounds great," my wife gushed. "We accept. When can you start?"

"Well, that's the problem," Dev interjected before Jagu could speak. "We are very busy, madam. We probably wouldn't be able to start until after the summer. At least four months.'

"Four months!" exclaimed Kirti, annoyance coloring her tone. In addition to conservative values, her Brahmin heritage also made her rather privileged, and she wasn't used to being told no by laborers. "Why do we have to wait when you took the Chopra's job just last week?"

"Well," Dev said slowly looking at his companions. "That's because we sometimes make special arrangements with special clients. And, Mrs Chopra is one of them. That is why we started in the evening. To fit her in after other work."

"Well, I'm sure if you can make a special arrangement with Mrs. Chopra, then you can make a special arrangement with us as well."

Negotiating for an increased rate was rather typical. He would have preferred if they just asked what they wanted rather than starting with an enticing low quote.

"Well, we were going to go home for the summer, but if you make it worth it for us, madam, we can do what we can. We can stay. You could become another special client." Dev looked at his companions with a grin on his face. "We work hard, madam. And, when we take extra work, we have to try to make it good for us. Pleasant so the next day is good -"

Tiger, with equally accented Hindi, took over: "Understand, sir. Madam. For us, a special client isn't about money. It is about how they treat us. How they respect us. How they care for us while we work with them."

I frowned. What the hell was he on about? Was this some sort of caste pride thing? Kirti's expression shifted between confusion and irritation.

Dev, turning to look at me and make everything clear, took over again, as if they had rehearsed this speech before. "Just as with our other special clients, we would stay on your property. In the yard. It makes it easier to start work and finish work without worrying about going anywhere."

That didn't sound too absurd. Dev continued as he looked at Kirti. Then I saw it. His tone was obsequious, but his expression. His expression held lust as his eyes raked over my wife. "More than that, though, Sir, we wish to be treated with respect. We take pride in our hard work and we want to be rewarded with more than just paisa. That is how we decided whether a client is special. Whether they are someone we think would treat us with respect."

Kriti replied, "Well, I treat everyone with respect. Of course, that is a given."

Tiger smiled. "That is good, Madam. You do seem like a special and kind woman. But, there is more to it. We would like you to share some time with us after our work is done. Not as just laborers, but as respected guests. Not every night. But some nights. And, we would share a drink together."

Kirti frowned. I looked over at Kirti. She hadn't registered Dev's earlier look. This could be interesting. Kirti may be a conservative dresser in public, but she got incredibly horny when she drank. My mind began to race with the possibilities that even the three men had not thought out. My cock stirred.

"That's a rather odd condition for work," Kirti said slowly, but before she could continue, I interrupted. "But, no problem at all. I think it is very reasonable."

My wife looked at me, but added, "Well, okay. I am sure my husband would be happy to have a drink with you.

"Oh, madam. Not you?" Dev asked.

"Well, I don't really drink."

Dev nodded as if in understanding and then continued. "Madam. Sir. There is one more thing."

The three men turned to look at my wife as he continued. "Tiger here has just gotten married. And, we have all been away from our wives for too long. That is why we were going to stop work and head home. We decided to stay because Ms. Chopra is a special client. You see, she helps us forget our loneliness."

I clenched my jaw to avoid grinning. Kriti's expression darkened. "What do you mean by that?"

Tiger stepped in, giving her what he considered his most winning smile: "Oh, nothing bad madam! Nothing like that. It is just that, well, she dressed nicely for us. It is a good motivator. We can focus on our work instead of thinking of our wives all day. So, we think you should do that as well. When we drink together, you should dress nice for us."

"What? That's ridiculous! And how dare - "

"You are the one who needs this work done. As you said it is hard to find such good work. And we are so very cheap. Do you not think that we should have some payment for being away from our wives and families for so long. All the time we spend away from our women? You must have noticed how nicely Mrs. Chopra was dressed for us."

My wife's haughtiness came to the fore as she raised an eyebrow, completely oblivious to the effect of her crossed arms and the slight smile on my face. "You expect me to dress to entertain you? This isn't some brothel!"

"Please, madam." He looked at me and put his hands together in obsequious apology, though there was clearly nothing apologetic about his tone. "Sir. Don't be insulted. Don't be angry. We are just telling you what we need for us to take this job. If you are not happy, we will humbly leave."

"Look, wait. We need this work done, but I don't think I can do that. There must be some other way we can do this. What if we double your payment?"

"No, madam. That is very generous of the good lady, but there's no other way. We don't need extra money. As I said before, we wished to be paid in respect and something to help forget our loneliness. We have needs that must be met and cannot while we are away from our homes."

"No, I can't do that."

"I understand, madam. Please, do not be offended. You are a very beautiful, high-class lady. We did not mean to offend you." He looked at me. "And, not you either, good sir. We think it is good to let you know what we need before beginning the work. So, there is no confusion. No anger, later. We'll be on our way then." And the three of them turned and started to head out of the garden.

"Wait!" Kirti called as they opened the gate to leave. She looked at me questioningly. I gave her a little nod. "OK, we'll give it a try. But if I don't like it, we stop and you leave."

"Of course, madam. We would never want you to do what you do not want to do. We are simply humble men with needs." Jagu said, speaking for the first time. He scratched at his heavy beard. We are finished with Mrs. Chopra in two days and then will come here."

"Huh!" Kirti said to me, shaking her head in disbelief at what she had agreed to. As for me, I just smiled to myself. My wife had agreed to let other men see her. The three men had been bold making such a proposition to a woman of her status. She could have had them arrested, but they had clearly done this plenty of times before and knew who could be approached with such ridiculous demands. A part of me hoped that boldness would take things even further. My cock was twitching.

The men arrived two days later, earlier than promised. They glanced around for my wife, gave me a brief nod, and then headed into the garden with their tools. It was a warm humid day, but when Tiger immediately peeled of his t-shirt, I had the impression that he would have done the same even in the coldest night of winter. There was a charming vanity to youth. My hand went to my own midriff as I considered the young man's chiseled torso and defined plane of his abdomen. A momentary twinge of jealousy made me wonder if I really did want my fantasy to come true. For the rest of the day, they worked hard and it is obvious they genuinely took pride in their work.

The sound of the night birds and insects signaled the end of the day just as the sky turned from its dark blue to night black. They had worked the last half hour with lanterns and then used buckets of cold water to cleanse themselves. Kirti was delighted with the work they had done. They didn't make demands that evening. Jagu left to pick up some food and drink for them. They made their

The began just after dawn the next day. And, again, worked hard with brief breaks for water and tea breaks. A small meal was had. That night, though as the work was finished, they washed up and came into the home. Dev reminded us of their request. So, I poured them the promised drinks and we chatted about the impressive progress they had made. Just as they were finish their first pegs of imported whiskey, Kirti came down. She had dressed in a simple yellow sari. She had tied it typically high on her waist and the blouse was a thick embroidered number. Aside from her bare abdomen, it was relatively conservative. Yet, my cock immediately stirred and from the intake of breath and shifting of the other three men, she had a similar effect on them. She was a naturally sensual woman and I couldn't imagine how they would have reacted if she accentuated that sensuality with proper clothes.

"Is this what you were wanting?" She asked. Underneath her rather haughtiness, I found an undertone of vanity. It was difficult to not have some sense of gratification when you realized men were willing to be at your beck and call just for a glimpse. And, with a sudden mischievous smile, she added, "Better than Mrs. Chopra, I hope."

"Madam. You are so very beautiful." Dev said. He held his glass in his hand, mesmerized. I had always told my wife that she would have that effect on men if she ever bothered to dress even minutely seductive. "Sir. You are a very lucky man. Very lucky."

I raised my glass in acknowledgement. After a hesitant glance at me, she looked at the glass of wine I had poured for her. Then, much to my delight, she actually picked it up. The conversation continued as we drank and, by the time she was on her third glass of wine, my wife was languidly leaning into me, her face flushed, and eyes half lidded. The change was welcomed by us four. As the three men continued to look at me, I wrapped my arm around her waist, resting it on her flat abdomen just above the hem of her sari. Locking eyes with them, a grin on my face, I caressed that caramel brown skin. As if forgetting who was there, a slight sigh of pleasure escaped her lips.

The three men had to adjust themselves. Dev shifting uncomfortably, trying to avoid a lewd gesture that would scare my wife. Jagu and Tiger were less considerate. Jagu grinned as he shifted his erection, while Tiger stroked himself through his pants. It was too much, and my wife's eyes grew wide. She pulled away from me and pulled the pallu of her sari to cover the bare skin.

"I'm sorry." She said to the men, before turning a glower toward me. "I forgot myself."

"It is quite alright, madam. It is what we needed for such a hard day's work."

The moment lost, the drinks were finished in quick gulps and the men headed out to sleep on the back veranda. Dev was muttering something to Jagu and Tiger in a fast clipped eastern dialect that may as well not have been an Indian tongue, but from his tone and the glance he turned toward my wife as we waved them off made it clear what he thought of their overt lewdness.

The next two evenings of work went without incident. The laborers were making good progress and regardless of their rather indiscrete request, they clearly took pride in their work. And, the men had learned their lesson, much more careful in their behaviors to keep from scaring Kirti. They had realized that I was amenable to whatever they had in mind. In fact, they didn't even come into the house, sharing a drink with me on the veranda. Kirti joined us. They accepted her conservative dress. I was glad they were playing the long game. We still had time before the wall was finished.

On the fourth night, my wife wore a long kurta that fell to just above her knees but left off the salwar that would normally go with it. Though less revealing than the sari, the occasional glimpse of toned legs was enough to satisfy the men. The fifth night, she opted for a pair of tight yoga pants and a sports bra. It was far more revealing than the sari and the tight material left little to the imagination. She was gong to go for a night jog with her friend, so had decided to kill two birds with one stone. On both nights, though, she was far more careful with the wine, much to all our disappointment.

The fifth night was Friday and as the men started to put away their tools and clean up, music from a nearby house started. Someone was having a party. Jagu was the first to walk in, carrying a large metal jug and a grin on his face.



"What - "

"You will see, sir." He grinned, putting his fingers to his lips.

He was followed by Tiger, once again shirtless and his head bobbing to the music.

"I love this song." And, he began to sing the lyrics in his own dialect. I didn't recognize his version, but it was chart topping Bollywood song so easily recognizable.

The music was loud and as Kirti came out of our bedroom, whoever was playing the music changed it to a Bollywood item number. She was dressed in another pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. She looked amazing, but to my surprise when Dev came in he wore a frown on his face.

"Madam. Please, Madam." He shook his head like a disappointed uncle. "What is this? You wore something like this already. And listen to the good music."
"What!?" Kirti looked confused and irritated.
"It is Friday. Listen to that music! You should wear something desi. Something sexy to go with the music." He did a little jig.
Kirti looked at me. I looked at Kirti and merely shrugged. "You look gorgeous, but maybe something else? I mean it is Friday. And, they've done a great job on the wall."
"Yes, madam!" Tiger said, swaying to the new music. "You look very very hot. But, something with a little masala."
With a final glance toward me and an acquiescent shrug, she went back into the bedroom. She didn't emerge for some time, and we passed the time with some more whiskey. I found that I actually enjoyed the men's company. Even with the language barrier, jokes and stories translated well enough. And, when Kirti still hadn't emerged, Jagu tired of the whiskey and drew five steel cups and poured out a milky white drink that smelled of saffron and rose from the jug. My eyes grew wide - bhang!
I hadn't had bhang since a holi festival over six years ago, just before Kirti and I had gotten married. And, I was certain, Kirti had never had it. Her family was far too rigid to try cannabis.

Eventually, she emerged from the room and from the looks on the three men's faces, the wait was worth it. She had chosen a sari again, remembering the reaction she had gotten the first day. But it was far different this time. It was like had always known my lewd fantasy. It was a light blue thing that she hung so low on her hips that her hip bones were visible. The white blouse was cut in a modern style and was off a rather thin material that accentuated the fullness of her breasts and left a broad expanse of her torso visible. Not meant to be worn with a bra, the outline of her nipples added to the sensuality. My mouth gaped open. I hadn't even known she owned a sari like that. What had she been saving it for? She accentuated it all with a simple gold pendant that drew eyes to her cleavage and a matching gold waist chain that dropped to draw eyes to the place between her legs. Her heavy black hair was tied up in a bun to reveal her long neck and the curves of her face. She was a beautiful woman and when she made an effort like this, like a starlet walking out of a Bollywood film. I couldn't find any words, but my cock stirred in response. The other three men were as struck.
"So, is this what you wanted?" She asked breaking the silence, spinning around a little for us. The back of the blouse was nothing more than laced strings, revealing her bare back. Her breasts swayed with the move. Though it held the same challenge as her voice had on the first day, today there was a huskiness that I had never heard before. First the sari and now this. What had come over Kirti? Was this out of spite? Not that I was complaining!
"Hai Ram! You look like a Bollywood star, madam!" Tiger voiced our thoughts, taking a quick swallow of the Bhang as he walked up to admire her more closely. Behind him, Jagu was gulping down his own glass, while his other hand was in his pant pocket, clearly stroking a hardened cock.
"Remarkable, madam," Dev said approvingly. "What do you think Jagu?"
"I like," Jagu said. "But I would like even better if she took a drink and had some fun with us." He held out the steel cup of the milky liquid.
"I guess I could do that," Kirti said doubtfully as she took the drink. She sniffed and smiled. "That smells so good. What is it?"

Jagu and Dev looked at each other and then to me. Tiger was just grinning, now swaying to another thrumming Bollywood song. His dark chest was covered with a sheen of sweat.

"Just a drink, my love." I said. Did she really not know what bhang was? I locked eyes with the two men and smiled conspiratorially. I hoped they understood where I wanted this to go. "You will like it."

Kirti took another sniff, then a slight swallow. Her nose wrinkled at the stranger aftertaste but then, looking at us over the cup, she took it all down. When she put the cup down, some had dribbled on to her chin. She wiped it away with her thumb. A simple gesture but laden with sensuality that drew a twitch from my cock.

"That's actually pretty good." Kirit smiled.

"Very nice. Very nice indeed," Jagu said. He poured himself another cup and then filled Kirti's as well. She finished the cup. And this time, as he handed my wife her third cup, his other hand fell to the massive bulge in his pants, and he began to openly stroke himself.

"Oh my!" Kirti said, staring at the older man's growing outline of a hard cock in his pants even as she took a gulp of the drink. Her eyes were languid and distant as she took a smaller sip from the cup.

"Yes, madam. Please don't be offended. Jagu can be a little forward. He did not learn any manners." Dev grinned. "He is very horny for such an old guy. How often do you jerk off, Jagu?"

"I have to get release at least once a day, madam." Jagu said, still stroking himself. "A yogi once told me it is good for the body." He spread his legs so they could clearly see the outline of his cock. "Sometimes these pants can be much too tight."

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Kirti didn't say anything, taking another gulp of the drink.


With a glance toward me and then a sly smile to Kirti, he deftly unzipped his pants to release his heavy, rock-hard cock. Actually, rock hard didn't begin to describe it. His cock was like a veiny steel rod. He ran his fingers slowly along the length of it, pausing as he felt the swollen purple head of his penis.


"Oh my," my wife repeated, staring at his throbbing manhood. Her nipples had begun to harden beneath her blouse, and her face was starting to flush. She shifted slightly backward more out of surprise than fear. She was holding her breath.


She looked at me intently for a second, but when I said nothing, her eyes returned to Jagu. She swallowed and then rasied the milky drink to finish it. More spilled down her chin and on to the wide space between her breasts.


If Jagu's cock was hard before, it was throbbing and swollen now. One wouldn't have expected such a sinewy old man to have so endowed. Maybe that yogi was on to something. The broad mushroom head looked engorged with blood, and angry. Behind him, Dev had pulled out his own manhood and was stroking it languidly, watching the scene unfold before him.


"You have gorgeous body, madam." Jagu said in his broken hindi, as he started stroking his cock more often.


Kirti's eyes seemed glued to his hard cock. Her nipples had become rock hard, and bigger than I'd ever seen them before, stretching the blouse taut and visible against its pale material. She turned to me, as if for assurance, and I nodded to her. While Jagu continued to simply stroke himself, Tiger took the initiative and stepped forward. With a grin toward the old man, he wrapped his hands around my wife's waist and pulled her in to him. When she didn't resist - her desire or merely the bhang -he leaned into her and pressed his lips against her's. For a moment there was no reaction and then, she opened herself to him. His hands went along the small of her back and down to cup her ass. The other drifted along her side to rest on a breast. I felt my breath catch. This was really going to happen.


"You are too beautiful, madam." He said, squeezing a breast, rubbing a thumb over a pebble hard nipple. They swayed together with the music. My wife didn't move, but she didn't resist either. Tiger's kiss became fiercer as he forced her lips apart and drove his tongue into her mouth. She seemed to melt into him, giving into what was happening.


Kirti said nothing when he began a trail of kisses down along her neck to the drying bhang between her breasts. Her head fell back, and, to my surprise, she released a sigh of pleasure. She turned and looked at me with half-lidded eyes. Had my wife always secretly wanted something like this? Careful not to break the spell as the two swayed together, I took the empty steel cup from her hand.


Jagu stared at the two of them and said something in his own language. I could imagine it was something lewd. He continued to stroke himself. As he began to grunt, Kirti looked at the man. He was stroking himself furiously. Then, the grunt turned to a growl and curses in his strange dialect as his prick started to explode cum. A ropy string of jizz rocketed out of his cock, splattering on the marble counter and floor. A second, even larger jet of cum issued out of his swollen cock, only to hit the floor nearby. The third and then fourth spurt of cum. It seemed endless. Finally, the jets of sperm stopped, although his cock continued to pulse as it oozed more and more cum out of his dick and onto his hand. It was impressive. And, surprisingly, the cock remained hard. I needed to speak to this yogi of his.


And clearly, Kirti was as impressed, since her eyes remained glued to Jagu's spurting member the whole time. I knew my wife and her ragged breathing told me she was in the depths of her arousal. She ignored Tiger when he reached behind her to drop her pallu and tugged at the threads of her blouse. He stepped back. She didn't even respond when he peeled down blouse to reveal her naked firm breasts. He stepped back to admire my wife with a lewd grin. For her slender frame. Kirti had been gifted with large breasts that were still firm. The dark brown nipples were thick and rigid. Her chest heaved with her arousal. She looked at each of us in turn, not moving, swallowing in anticipation of what we all knew was going to happen.


Tiger smiled, then reached over and took each breast in hand, weighing and caressing them. He kneaded the pliant flesh, drawing a soft mewling sound. He flicked a thumb across each engorged nipple before taking them between thumb and forefinger. He leaned in and took one on his mouth. Suckling and tweaking her breast. Kirti let out a soft sigh of pleasure, and half shut her eyes while her nipples hardened up even more.


With a grin, he reached down and quickly unbuttoned his shorts, letting them drop. His throbbing cock twitched and bounced in its freedom. It was hard, veins pulsing along the long shaft. But what really drew a gasp from my wife was the size of his cockhead. Half covered by the dark foreskin, the glistening mushroom head was massive. Not ill-proportioned enough to be grotesque, but shockingly impressive. I watched as my wife licked her lips. Maybe he went to the same Yogi.


"Do you like my cock, madam?", Tiger asked, stroking the length of his hardened shaft with his hand.


Kirti just nodded.


"Touch it, Kirti." I said, keeping my tone neutral. I leaned against the kitchen counter with an air of casual encouragement. She needed to know I was perfectly fine with her getting fucked by three men.


Kirti glanced toward me and nodded. She put her hand forward slowly towards his penis, a look of awe, nervousness and lust combined on her face. Gently she wrapped her hand around his stiffened cock. Tiger let out a little gasp of pleasure, then thrust his cock more firmly into her hand. Kirti started to gently stroke his cock with her hand, paying particular attention to his massive cock head. Pre-cum started to leak out of the head, which she rubbed gently with her thumb. Tiger groaned again.


"I like you feeling my cock, madam", he said as he started kneading her breasts, his palms scouring her nipples. Her squeal matched his moans.


Kirti shifted her body slightly to get a better hand on Tiger's cock, spreading her legs as she did so. Then, to my shock - it had to be the Bhang - Kirti reached to the waist of her sari and tugged at the pleated fold that kept it in place. It feel to the ground in a pale blue pool. I swallowed hard and the other two men drew in deep breaths. Not only had she not worn the typical petticoat but not even panties. She stood before the four of us in her glorious nakedness. My wife had an amazing body. Her full breasts led to the flat plane of her abdomen which in turn swelled into just enough curve of hip and then long, toned legs. And, between those legs, a patch of coal black hair that did little to hide the enflamed red lips of her pussy. Her enflamed pussy glistened. And, then, one hand fell to that space as she began to touch herself. Tiger looked down and it turned him on even more. He started tugging on Kirti's nipples and told her to rub his cock faster.


"You're going to make me cum, madam. Do you want to see me cum?"


"Yes," Kirti said quietly continuing to stroke his cock with one and pressing her other hand deep into her pussy. Her legs tensed and she arched slightly. A long moan escaped her lips. She was going to cum soon too.


"Oh, yes -- I'M CUMMING!" Tiger shouted, and his huge mushroom cock head spurted a thick wad of cum that covered my wife's torso. She continued to stroke him. The next load added another coat. And then two more loads splattered onto the sari on the ground.


I had pulled out my own cock and was slowly stroking myself as I watched my wife continue to pump the young man's cock. Her eyes never left his prick. But her free hand picked up speed, pressing deeply into her pussy, her legs spread to maintain her balance. Her chest was heaving as she drew in ragged breaths. She was not being subtle.


Then a low growl turned into a guttural moan as she started shuddering with the orgasm that claimed her body. Her entire body spasmed repeatedly as she came, and her cock-stroking hand moved from Tiger's now-depleted prick to her breasts, where she mindlessly kneaded cum onto the pliant flesh.


We all stood quietly for a minute, just absorbing the lewd scene we'd just seen. Kirti took in a deep languid breath and Tiger stepped back from her. A sheen of sweat coated both their bodies. Then Jagu, his cock once again hard, stepped forward.


"What would your yogi say now, Jagu?" Kirti asked as she stepped up to meet him.


Dev also stepped forward between them. He was the boss and was too aroused to wait now. Unlike the other men, he had managed to strip naked. And, if the others had impressive cocks, it became clear why he was the leader. The dark-skinned man with his sinewy frame had a massive, heavy cock. A long, thick shaft led to an engorged bulbous head. As Dev strode forward hands at his side, the cock stood straight up at a sharp angle like a police officer's latti. It twitched and swayed. The head glistened. Kirti turned to look at him. She couldn't keep her eyes off it. She was transfixed.


Slowly, reverently, Kirti wrapped her fingers around the thick, pulsating shaft. The fingers looked small, fragile in comparison to the engorged cock. Dev grinned and then nodded to Jagu and Tiger. The two men stepped forward, Jagu coming to stand behind Kirti, the other to her side.


I watched as my wife squeezed lightly and seemed to feel his dick throb back against her. His engorged cock was obscene in its girth. Her fingers didn't even close around it. But Kirti seemed entranced; so big, so hard, so powerful. She slowly pumped upwards, watching the wet hole at the tip gape open as a large drop of precum oozed forth. I wanted to cum as I watched the pornographic tableau before me. But, I slowed down my strokes. I wanted this to last.


"Ah, mere jaan. You are doing very good," Dev moaned, as he stood there, arms at his sides and a grin plastered on his face. As if on cue, Jagu reached around to cup my wife's breasts, pressing his cock against her cleft of her ass. My wife was tall and he was well placed to lick at the sweat that glistened in the space just below her neck. She shivered in unexpected pleasure.


Kirti leaned back into Jagu, encouraging his rough pawing of her breasts. Tiger kneeled down as if in worship as one hand cupped an ass cheek and thee other came to finger the pubic curls. Then, a moment later, he placed two fingers on her pussy, spreading the lips, slathering them with her juices. She spread her legs encouraging him as well as she turned from Dev's cock to look at me. Her lips parted as she released a deep moan of desire that turned into my name.


Tiger, slipped a finger into her wet cunt. Then a second. And, when she moaned in pleasure, a third. Soon he was sliding his fingers in and out in rhythm. The music had changed to a slower Indian pop song. A perfect accompaniment.


She continued to gently stroke Dev's cock, instinctively matching Tiger's rhythm. The dark skinned leader's moans added to the sexual pattern. Precum was flowing steadily out of the tip of his penis now, drooling down in a long viscous string. Kirti attention returned to the engorged cock in front of her, and I heard her breathing becoming short and raspy as he pleasure built. Tiger leaned forward and began to flick his tongue against my wife's hard clit. She mewled in ecstasy. It didn't last long, though as Jagu, no longer able to control himself, grabbed his cock and slid it between my wife's open legs.


He gave Tiger an order in their language. The younger man moved back and taking Jagu's manhood, slipped it into my wife's wet cunt. The old man filled her and soon began to piston in and out of her. One hand still wrapped around Dev's cock, she placed the other on Tiger's shoulder to brace herself as she arched back onto Jagu. Her breasts shuddered with the old man's pumping.


She moaned in pleasure.


"Fuck me," she said. She said it quietly, but she said it. We all heard it. "Fuck me," she said again louder.


Dev took that as a cue. He nodded to Jagu as he pulled her hand off his cock. She mewled in protest. Jagu grinned at his boss and pressed down on Kirti's back until she was bent over, her face above Dev's twitching mass. Jagu grabbed her arms to brace her in place. She didn't resist when he pressed the head against her lips, slowly opening them. The massive cock slowly slid into her mouth. I watched as it kept going. Inch by thick inch.


And, then, my wife - the conservative daughter of a Brahmin household was getting fucked by two coarse men. With practiced ease, the two men found rhythm as they used her. Jagu pistoned into her pussy, while his friend buried himself in her mouth. Her moans of pleasure were lost in moments of gurgling as each stroke drove the cock into her throat. Her heavy breasts swayed with each double stroke.


The seemed to use my wife for an eternity before suddenly coming to its climax. She was moaning and grinding against Jagu. Her body becoming tense, the legs quivering in sign of her impending. Dev understood and started a new, slower rhythm. He drew out the cock until only the head remained and then slowly, oh so slowly, slid it back in. Again. And then again. Jagu stopped his pistoning and kept his hard cock inside her, letting Dev's movements push her onto him. Her body quivered as her breathing became ragged around Dev's cock. At some point in the fucking, Jagu had released my wife's arms. She clawed at Dev's waist to steady herself. Then, her back arched as every muscle seemed to tense. The, a series of shudders became quivering legs before becoming rock still as he orgasm burned through every fiber of her body. As she regained some semblance of control, her body started to become limp.


The two men were not done, yet. They held her in place and began their pumping again. Jagu was the first to come. The old man tensed and curled over my wife as he thrust deep into her one final time. She squealed. Grinning at me, at the last moment he pulled out his cock with a pop and let a thick stream of cum spray my wife's back from her neck to the dimples of her lower back. Dev was not far behind. Second later, he pulled away from my wife and as she rose in relief, he gripped the thick shaft to let jets of cum cover her throat and torso. One. Two. Three. Three thick spurts of cum covered my wife's body, dribbled down her torso and splattered on the floor. The cum glued her waist chain to her body.


Her breathing was ragged, and her chest heaved with exertion as she slid to her knees on the ruined sari. The two men stepped away, admiring their work. My wife was covered with cum. Her bun had come loose in their abuse of my wife, hair now in disarray around her face. And, yet, she looked gorgeous. I squeezed my cock, enjoying the agonized tension of my own pent up hunger. She turned to look at Tiger, sitting on the floor, stroking his cock.


"Do you want a turn?" she said quietly. When he nodded, she crawled to him, pushed him down, and moments later was riding him hands braced against his hard chest. He grabbed her swaying breasts as her body rose and fell in lewd rhythm. She groaned and mewled in pleasure with every rise and fall.


The grin still on his face, Jagu took the jug of bhang and raised it above my wife. Even as she tilted her head and opened her mouth, her poured the remnants over her. She gulped some down while most of what remained poured down her chin and splattered her breasts.

It was too much and soon Dev was hard again. With his rough, calloused hands, Dev grabbed my wife's hair and turned her head toward his glistening cock. Aside from the yelp of surprise, she didn't resist as he shoved his massive erection into her mouth. A few strokes and he released her toward Jagu. The old man took his turn with my wife's mouth. This continued until the two established a new pattern in sync with her movement on Tiger's cock.

Soon, she was grunting, the pistoning faster on his shaft. Up. Down. Up Down. The cocks in her mouth. In. Out. In Out.


Her sweat mingled with the cum on her body. The room was filled with the scent of Bhang and sex.

Jagu was the first to come. This was the third time for the old man. His body tensed as he announced himself. This time, he left his cock inside my wife's mouth, taking a handful of hair to keep her in place. Then, with a grunt, he released himself inside her.

When he pulled away, cum dribbled out of her mouth. Kirti wiped some remnants of his cum off her cheek but didn't slow her movements on Tiger's cock. The young man had his eyes closed in absolute ecstasy.

Dev took her head and again thrust his cock into her mouth. No longer needing to share, his strokes were slow and deep as his massive beast of a cock stretched my wife's mouth.


"I am going to cum again, madam." He growled. Then, as with Jagu, his body tensed as he released his load into my wife's willing mouth. He didn't pull back, though, holding the head in place. Making her swallow his cum. When he was satisfied, he stepped back. Without a word, Kriti returned her attention to Tiger.


We watched as her own orgasm started to build. Moaning turned to panting as her rhythms became faster. She shifted upward, back arching so that her breasts were thrust forward. She ground her pussy down on the young man's cock. Then, nothing. The panting cut off by clenched teeth. Body quivering into an absolute stillness.

She let out a soft growl as her body shook. The growl became a yelp of absolute bliss. Her body spasmed as the wave of pleasure reached its peak and then crashed.

Kirti collapsed on the young man, and he took over grinding in her. Youth had its privilege and he continued until she was mewling with pleasure again as another, gentler orgasm built and crashed.

"I am going to cum, madam" Tiger said softly. He pulled out his cock just as wads of cum spurted up and onto her ass.

My exhausted wife lay on Tiger. My wife fucked by three men. My not so innocent wife.


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