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There’s nothing quite as erotic as eating another man’s cum off your wife’s body and from her cunt. And when the other man is a naukar, it’s sexier still.

Mala and I don’t fuck much any more: that’s all reserved for the special occasion when no one else is permitted to intrude. For the most part she fucks other men and I other women although the frequency in my case is significantly less than in hers. I think I’ve explained this before but when it’s just the two of us, we’re actually making love; when either of us is with another partner, it’s always only fucking. That might sound like a distinction without a difference, but it’s not—it’s quite fundamental really. But more of that some other time.

I got home late one night last week after a long stint of travelling on work—something I’ve grown to hate more and more, incidentally—and found my wife in our bed with another man. That’s not unusual in itself; but I didn’t know him, at least not then, though I did get to know him rather better in the days that followed.

There was no doubt that he was a naukar, a domestic servant, the hired help. He wasn’t one of ours, at least not that I knew of, unless Mala had hired additional help in my absence. Not that that would have been a first either. As it turned out, he was substituting for one of our regular servants who was on leave and Mala had obviously had a part in deciding who she would accept as a sub. I had no idea of how good he was at domestic chores, but there was absolutely no doubt about his skills in the department that most interested my wife.

I guessed him to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He was dark, tall and good-looking in a rough-hewn, even coarse, sort of way. His body was terrific, broad in the shoulder, narrow at the waist with high hips and taut, firm buttocks, a well cleaved chest and a hard belly. His arms and legs were rounded with long, lean muscle. His torso was smooth, the dark skin firm and taut with no visible body hair; even the armpits had been shorn clean. His cock was huge, too, at least seven inches long if not more, and correspondingly thick.

From the look of it, they’d been fucking for some time. The man’s body glistened with sweat. Rivers of it ran down his broad, dark back and splintered off his body onto hers, which also shone with perspiration. She lay naked on her back with her hips at the edge of the bed and his body was angled over hers, his body between her splayed legs, his powerful arms outstretched, his hands on the bed supporting his weight. His hips swung rhythmically up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. I could see his massive cock grinding in and out of her cunt, unhurried and piercing deep.

She was loving every bit of it. Her face was radiant with a wanton lust. Her body jerked with his thrusts, every inward plunge making her roll onto the small of her back. Her full breasts, visibly swollen and turgid, bounced sexily with their movements. The nipples stood out long in areoles puckered with excitement. Her arms were bent along his, her hands clenching his thick biceps. Her legs were spread and curled around him, her heels resting on the backs of his thighs.

She moaned and whimpered, goading him to keep fucking her, to take her harder. “Oh God, yes!” she gasped. “Oh god yes oh yes oh god yes … fuck me! Fuck me hard, Ashok! Fuck me! Oh fuck yes oh god yes oh yes! God your cock’s so good in there! Chodh mujhe Ashok! Jorse chodh! Tera lund bahut accha lagta hai re mere chuth mein!” In the vernacular, the words were even more lewd, and considerably more erotic.

Her hips heaved and bucked eagerly under his. From where I stood, I could see the dark mass of his cock, glistening with their coital fluids, pistoning remorselessly in and out of her cunt. Even over their loud grunts and gasps I imagined I could hear the faint wet squelch of his cock going into her cunt.

They saw me. I was too close to them, not a few feet from their heaving bodies, for them to have missed me. They carried on, not missing a beat.

Those are the rules.

This is their time, inviolate.

I am but a part of the furniture, until they choose to bring me into their circle. Of which they had no immediate intention.

I settled down in an armchair nearby, biding my time and struggling to contain my own enormous, and almost painful, arousal. I found the sight before me inordinately erotic. Mala is at her loveliest at such times, in deep rut and being deeply pleasured by a man of her choosing. I watched as she moaned and whimpered and gasped her pleasure, her body jerking and heaving under the thrusts of the servant. His words mingled with hers, equally obscene.

“Yeh, c’mon! Take it, slut! Take my cock, you whorin’ bitch! Hanh … chul … chul, rundi, chul … le! Lele mere lavde ko! Pura le! Oh fuck yes! C’mon! That’s it! Take my cock, whore! Take it all!”

They went on and on, seemingly untiring, apparently unable to get enough of each other. He began to take her deeper and harder and faster, and her body bowed under his even and her cries grew sharper and higher. His hips snapped cruelly now with each savage downthrust that sent his cock plunging deep into her flesh. Her voice grew ragged and hoarse.

At last they slowed. I watched as the servant smiled down at her, and saw her own slavish smile in response. She curled a slender arm around his neck and pulled his head down to hers. I watched them kiss, and it was like watching lovers, with wide open mouths and lots of tongue-play. He bent his head and lapped lazily at one breast, then nibbled the nipple of the other. She moaned and arched against him.

“Had enough?” I heard him say. “Bas hua?”

“What do you think, hero?” she giggled, her eyes dancing. “You should know better than that by now! Tujhe kya lagta hai? Ab tak toh tujhe maloom hona chahiye!”

He chuckled softly. “Bitch, you’ve got a real fire in your cunt, haven’t you? Kutiya, sachhi tere chuth mein aag lagi hai na?”

“So they tell me,” she laughed softly. “Sabh wahi kehte hain. Tere toh naseeb lag gaye samaj! And that makes you the lucky one, doesn’t it?”

“Hanh, hanh! Abhi tak tere se koi shikayat nahin sooni mainne! Yeah, right … haven’t heard you complaining so far!”

I heard no protest from her at his language, and didn’t expect any. She has always loved this kind of hard-hitting, coarse banter in sex. She says it turns her on. In the early days, it surprised and even shocked me, for I’d been accustomed to thinking that women abhorred being spoken to like this, till she explained that that was merely a matter of being conditioned thinking (“brainwashing” is the word she used), and that there was no universal truth to it.

“It makes me feel wanted,” she said. “And in just the most basic, elemental way. Sexually, like a sex object. And that’s just what I am to them, these bulls and naukars who fuck me, and they’re the same to me, too. Sex objects, mutually and by mutual consent. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”

Indeed not.

Mala laughed and pushed at her naukar-lover. Chuckling, he rolled over onto his back, taking her astride him, kneeling over his lap. She reached for his cock and moved it between her legs and swiftly lowered her cunt onto it with a loud groan of pleasure. She smiled wantonly down at him, her dark silken hair cascading over his face. He slid his hands up to cup her big, swollen breasts. She murmured softly and bent over him, her heavy breasts flattening on his broad chest. I watched them kiss, my wife and my servant. Their mouths were wide open. Her tongue moved erotically in and out of his mouth. His big hands moved down to her buttocks and squeezed them. I saw him press his fingertip to her anus.

“Teri gaand bhi marega aaj,” he said. “Ragad-ragad ke! I’m going to fuck your ass! Gonna fuck it hard!” She moaned in excitement, moving forward and pressed one of her breasts to his mouth. He sucked on it hard, chewing on her nipple. She moaned. Her hair swept over his face. I saw him push his middle finger deeper between her buttocks. He began moving it in and out. He was finger-fucking her ass! She gasped, arching her head, her hips writhing ecstatically, her butt pushing back at his hand. He sucked harder on her breast and jammed his finger into her ass right up to his knuckle. She gripped his head to her chest and flung her face up.

“Oh fuck yes!” she moaned. “Ohhh uhh hanh, Ashok hanh!”

He slid the finger out of her butt and pressed it to her lips. She sucked his finger lasciviously.

“Put it back in,” she gasped. “Phir se andar daal!”

“Oh you whore, you whore,” he chuckled. “Saali rahnd kahin ki!”

He pushed his finger back into her anus and she moaned and raised her torso upright and thrust her chest out, flinging her head back. Her arms pressed down on her calves behind her. I saw her pushing her butt and hips down deeper.

“Oh fuck that’s so good, you motherfucker,” she gasped. “Madarchod bahut accha lagta hai re!”

The servant laughed at her obscenity. She moaned again, now running her tongue lasciviously across her upper lip. Fingers splayed, her hands slid sexily up her body to her breasts. She squeezed them hard and then rolled her palms over her nipples.

“Chodh mujhe!” she gasped. “Jorse chodh re, jorse chodh! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

Lifting one breast, she lapped at her own nipple, then the other. The naukar grunted. She flipped forward over him again, her arms outstretched, her elbows slightly bent. He pulled his finger from her anus and pushed it into her mouth. Sucking it, she began rocking heavily up and down on his cock. I watched as her cunt slid back and forth along the length of his cock.

“Oh yes … oh baby yes … hanh … ohhma uh hanh uhh ohhh uhhh ohhh uhhh OHHHHHH!” she gasped, her face turned up, her eyes closed. Her breasts and gold necklace swung over his face. “Oh fuck oh fuck yes oh god yes fuck me fuck me fuck me … chodh mujhe chodh mujhe Ashok chodh mujhe!”

His hips bucked heavily up and down beneath her. His big thick cock appeared and disappeared between the curved lobes of her buttocks. They moved faster and faster and now he began striking her buttocks with his open palm, hard. She shrieked, tossing her head back and jamming her cunt greedily down onto his cock, lifting her torso. The servant laughed at her and whipped his hand across her breasts, hard, open palm, then back of his hand. She screamed. Her face twisted in agony. Laughing loudly now, the naukar hit her breasts harder and harder with his right hand. I saw welts across her breasts. Her areoles and nipples reddened. Now he jammed the middle finger of his left hand deep into her anus. The breath shot from her throat. Her body tensed. Her fingers clawed at the sheets. Her body jerked and bucked violently on his lap.

“OH FUCK OH FUCK OHHHHH UH OH GOD YES OH YES OH GOD FUCK YES OH YES OH GOD YES YES YES OHMA UH HANH HANH HANH HANH UHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHH UHH OHMA UHH HANH UH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed.

The orgasm hit her hard. “OH uh oh uh OH uh OH uh Ohhh uhhh OHH uhh OHH uhh yes oh fuck yessss uhhhhhh OHHHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHHH!” she gasped.

He didn’t give her time to finish. She was in mid-orgasm when he heaved her off his lap and shoved her roughly onto her front. They were in a three-quarters profile to me, their bodies angled away from where I sat. Their loins were less than an arm’s length from mine. I could smell them: their sweat, his cum, her cunt-juices. The air reeked of their animal muskiness.

I looked at her reflection in the mirror at the foot of the bed. She was on her forearms and knees, her arms angled slightly inward, clenching the edge of the bed, gasping and panting heavily. Her mouth was open, her nostrils flared.

“Fuck me,” she moaned drunkenly. Her speech was slurred. Her voice was ragged and hoarse. “C’mon Ashok … fuck me! Chodh mujhe Ashok!

Kneeling behind her, the naukar turned and sneered down at me. “Suna? Sunh, sunh … teri is rundi-biwi ki zubaan sunh! Listen to your whore-wife! Listen to her beg for my cock! Sunh kaise mere lund ke liye taras rahi hai! Kaise bhik maag rahi hai!”

He splayed her buttocks open with the fingers of one hand and moved his cock between the twin globes. She tensed. He grinned.

“Yaaaaaa lele rundi le mere lund ko!” With a loud cry, throwing his head back, he rammed his cock deep into my wife’s cunt. “Take my cock!”

“OHMAUHOHGODUHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed, her head snapping up, her face, in the mirror, contorting as the huge mass of his cock drove into her like a cattle prod.

He buried himself deep inside her, paused briefly to adjust his position, gripped her hips and, without warning, began ram-fucking furiously. His hips rocketed back and forth. His thighs slammed against her buttocks. I could hear the loud slapping of flesh on flesh. She fell forward, her shoulders on the bed now, her arms bent, fingers desperately clinging onto the edge of the bed. Her body jerked savagely back and forth under his. He began slapping the sides of her buttocks now, hitting them hard. I saw his fingers leave angry red welts on her flesh.

“Ya! Le! Le rundi le! Le mere lund ko! Take it! Take it, whore! Take my cock!” he bellowed, striking her again and again without respite. “Is … rahnd … ko … aise-heech … jorse … ragad-ke … chodhna … padta … hai … saali … kutiya … ye-heech … chahti hai … this … whore … needs … to … be … fucked … hard … just … like … this … the … bitch … wants … it … hard!” he gasped.

He twisted his hand in her hair and jerked her head back up, rocking her body back against his as he drove in and out of her faster and harder. Her swollen breasts swung heavily, bouncing back and forth. I could even hear them slapping together. Her gold necklace hung free, tossing with their motions.

“Oh fuck oh fuck yes oh god yes yes oh god yes c’mon fuck me … fuck me … fuck my cunt you fucker oh you fuck yes oh fuck yes … chodh mujhe hanh chul saale bhadve chodh mujhe aur jor se … harder!” she shrieked.

The servant grinned at me. “Ab dekh. Dekh mein kaise teri is rundi biwi ki gaand marta hoon! Now watch … watch me fuck your whore-wife up the ass!” He slid his cock out of her. “Abbé chul, rahnd. Gaand khol mere liye! C’mon, whore! Open your ass for me!”

Gasping and moaning, she obeyed like a real slut. I watched as she bent further forward, her shoulders on the bed, her face turned on one side—facing me, of course—and, stretching her arms behind her, pulled her buttocks open for the naukar. He laughed softly, both at her and at me.

The servant licked four fingers of one head and smeared them on my wife’s anus. It was utterly obscene, and incredibly erotic.

I watched in horrified, intensely aroused fascination as he pressed his huge, bulging cock-head between her buttocks. He prised them apart with his thumbs, holding her firmly, and flexed his buttocks. His cock slid forward. She cried out, her head snapping back and mouth tearing open. The naukar grunted; his cock was still not fully inside her ass; just the cock-head. He looked at me and his lip curled in a sneer. I saw him crease her buttocks further apart. I could now see his cock plugging her ass, stretching the puckered flesh. Beneath him, she sobbed softly, her buttocks writhing. She twisted an arm behind her and pressed her hand to his hard belly.

“Yes!” I heard her gasp softly. “Oh god yes … Do it … fuck me … fuck my ass … c’mon you … fucker … fuck my ass … chodh mere gaand ko!”

Still looking at me, still sneering, and with calculated slowness, the naukar crushed his cock into my wife’s ass. I saw it drill deeper and deeper inward, disappearing inexorably between her buttocks into her flesh. Beneath him, she went frantic, thrashing wildly, her arms slapping feverishly on the bed, clutching the sheet, her cries getting louder and higher.

“Oh god oh god oh god yes oh god yes oh yes oh yes oh god you mother … fucker … madar *… *chod hanh … chodh … chodh mujhe … maar meri gaand … hanh uhhhh hanh uhhh hanh uhhh OHHHHHHH!” Deeper still he went till finally his cock was buried fully in her ass, his balls jammed against her cunt-lips. With excruciating slowness, he began the backward slide, drawing his cock out. She cried out again and now her buttocks and hips rose higher, in unfaked eagerness.

“Phir se!” she gasped. “Phir se ghoosa de tera lund mere gaand mein! Again! Shove your cock into my ass again! OHHHHHuhOHMA uhhh OHHHHH!”

I watched, mesmerized, as the servant sodomized my wife slowly and deeply and thoroughly. He didn’t rush it. He savoured every minute of it.

And he never took his eyes off me. I saw the cruel condescension in his eyes at my stricken look. He knew I couldn’t bear not to look, to turn away, to leave.

He hit a rhythm now, a slow, measured in-and-out, pushing his cock deeply in with each thrust, drawing out, then sliding in again. She moved with him, panting and whimpering and moaning her lust, her buttocks trembling and hips swaying eagerly. I saw her thrust a hand down between her legs and bend a slender finger up into her cunt. Her cries grew and now he grunted thickly, calling her a whore.

“Hanh … chul, rundi, chul … le! Le mere lavde ko! Yeh! Take it, whore! Take my cock! Bol … jorse bol tu kitna chahti hain mere se gaand marvana … jorse bol … tere hijde marad ko sun-ne de! Bol, kutiya, bol! Speak up, bitch! Let your wimp husband hear how much you like being fucked in the ass by me!”

Of course she obeyed. She wouldn’t refuse him anything, not in the state she was in. She flipped her head, facing me now.

“Dekh … dekh,” she said to me. “Dekh tera naukar kaise meri gaand maar raha hai … bahut accha lagta hai … uska lavda … meri gaand mein! Look … see how your servant’s fucking me up the ass … god … it feels good … his cock … in my ass …”

He was moving faster now, and her cries, which had dwindled to guttural moans, now rose again, higher and louder till, as he rocked steeply in and out of her, she was shrieking her lust. His thighs bounced off her buttocks. His cock pounded in and out of her ass. Her finger plunged up into her cunt, running rapidly in and out. I could see her cunt-juices flowing down her finger onto her palm.

The naukar flung his head back and cried out, growling like a beast. He slammed down into her hard once, twice, three times and then jerked his cock out of her ass and lurched to his feet, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up with him. She winced and cried out but turned with him. He held her hair and jerked it forward into his crotch.

“Abbé saali rundi! Choos!” he shouted. “Jorse choos saali rahnd kahin ki! C’mon you whore … bitch … suck it! Suck my cock! Ahhhh uhh hanh uhh … jorse chutiya rahnd … jorse choos … harder, cunt! Suck harder!” Holding her head in both hands, he fucked her mouth savagely, rocking her head back and forth between his legs, pumping his hips to and fro. I could see his cock distending her mouth. She took it all, sucking feverishly. Her eyes were glassy.

He flung his head back and growled and began to groan loudly. It sounded like an animal in the wild. He shoved her head back and held her mouth open with one hand and jerked his cock with the other.

“Le!” he gasped. “Moonh mein le! Take it! Take it in your mouth!”

His load was huge. The cum shot from his cock-head and spurted in a seemingly endless stream. I watched, dazed. It seemed to be happening in slow motion. I could see his face, the ecstasy on it; his throbbing cock erupting; the jets of cum spurting out in sticky white arcs; his cum spattering her eyelids, her hair, her cheeks, flooding her mouth, dribbling down her chin, splashing between her breasts and on her nipples, on her arms and in her hands and on her naked shoulders.

The torrent ended at last. He grinned down at her. She smiled slavishly up at him and opened her mouth wide and showed him the flood of cum in it. Her tongue slid out with cum on it, and then she pulled it back in and I saw her swallow it and lick her lips. He laughed softly and scooped his cum from her cheek and pushed it between her lips. She sucked it lovingly. He smeared his cum across her face and neck and breasts, under her arms, and pushed his first two fingers back into her mouth. She sucked them clean. Moaning softly, she took his cock in her mouth again, sucking him gently till his erection died.

The naukar turned and stepped off the bed. He clapped me on the shoulder, chuckling.

“Your wife’s a whore, man,” he said. “Teri biwi rahnd hai, rahnd.”

She looked adoringly after him and then turned to me.

“Come,” she said. “Clean me. With your tongue.”

My legs trembled as I got up and moved up onto the bed on my knees. She held my face and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

“Taste him,” she breathed into my mouth. “Taste your servant’s cum.”

She broke the kiss and rose on her knees, pushing her cum-sticky breasts to my lips. I licked and sucked on one mound. I could taste the naukar’s seed on her skin, and her sweat and his. She moaned softly and moved my head to the other breast. Slowly, she went down on her back, spreading her legs wide.

“Lick it all up,” she moaned. “All of it. From everywhere …”

Behind me, I heard the naukar snort with laughter, and there was unmistakable derision in it. She pushed my head down her body. I parted her cunt-lips and moved closer. Her cunt smelled rich — of her cunt-juices and his cum.

“Lick it!” she snapped, bending her head. “Lick my pussy clean, chutiya! Chaat mere chuth ko! Saaf kar!”

The naukar was back on the bed now. Lifting my eyes, I saw him kissing my wife. Her mouth was wide open. His tongue slid deep into her mouth. His hand was on her breast, fondling her nipple which had stiffened again. He saw me and put his hand on my head and shoved it into her crotch.

“Abbé gaandu, suna nahin kya? Chaat usko, bhadve! Asshole! Didn’t you hear what she said? Lick her cunt, pimp!” He grinned. “Yeah. Gonna fuck your whore-wife again. More cum for you to lick up! Phir se chodhega main tere is rundi-biwi ko! Aur tu phir se mere beej ko chaat le! What else can you do, wimp? Tu aur kar bhi kya sakta hai, hijde?”

He was on his knees now and, as I watched, he straddled her face on his knees, facing me, and pushed his dark cock back into her mouth. I heard her loud muffled moan as she started sucking his cock again. Under my face, her hips began to writhe and buck slowly. I slid my tongue deeper into her pussy. My nostrils filled with the smell of her cunt and his cum. I could taste it again, strong and meaty, very distinctly his, the naukar’s cum.