My Wife Seduced Pt. 03

The morning was calm, yet a storm was raging inside me. Kajal was busy with her everyday kitchen chores. Events over the past few days had unfolded so fast that I hadn't even had a moment to think. The due of Raj and Mishra had completely ensnared my wife and Mishra's wife was actively aiding them in this.

After finishing up in the kitchen Kajal brought two cups of tea and sat beside me.

"Here, have some masala chai," she said. I took a sip of the tea though my mind was elsewhere.

"So what have you decided?" she asked.

"About what?" I stammered.

"About my relationship with Raj and Mishra." I lowered my gaze as I was unable to speak but then managed to say,

"The 'friendship' with Raj was supposed to be just about sex yet you started acting like his wife," I could not hide my disappointment.

"Look, when you started encouraging me regarding Raj I began to get carried away and started fantasizing about being intimate with him. But then Mishra saw me bathing and I felt restless all day. That night when I went to Mishra you didn't stop me from going to him," she said placing her hand on my shoulder.

She weighed her words carefully before continuing, "Mishra took full advantage of the situation but then what about Raj, actually he was the one I had chosen. I wasn't a whore who would just sleep with anyone. So when Raj proposed a 'wedding night' treating me as his wife it brought me a deep sense of peace."

I looked at her trying to process it all.

"Don't take this the wrong way, you are my husband and I never do anything without asking you. If you forbid it, I will stop no questions asked and we can just move to a different house." She looked at me inquiringly.

I didn't know what to say. "What do you want," I asked.

"I'll stick to whatever your decide."

Images of Kajal having sex with Mishra and Raj flashed through my mind like a movie reel. I was the one who had led Kajal to this point and I had seen how much she enjoyed it. Stopping her now without a valid reason didn't feel right to me.

"I will look for another house but until we move, if you wish, you can continue having relations with Mishra and Raj." A faint smile appeared on Kajal's face and then faded, leaning against my chest she said,

"You are so good, I love you."

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"Just look after Mini I'm going to market," Kajal said.

She was dressed up in a Punjabi salwar-suit. When I learned that she was going shopping with Mishra it felt like an electric shock.

"What... why... why..."

"Well, Mishra wants to splurge a bit," she said with a laugh. "He said he'd take me to pick out some clothes."

My heart sank this Mishra was starting to take complete control over my wife. I felt a sharp pang of betrayal but Kajal just said "bye" and left. Holding Mini in my arms I watched from the window and saw Kajal with Mishra they were walking side-by-side heading off together. I felt like I was losing my wife to Mishra even neighbors would see my wife heading off with Mishra. I sank heavily onto the sofa.

I busied myself playing with Mini and just then Aunty swung by.

"Kajal is out wandering the market with Mishra everyone will see them," I said feeling hurt. "The neighbors will start gossiping."

"Oh, they'll look just like a father-daughter duo," she said with a laugh.

"Mishra has found a young girl so let him splurge a little what difference does it make to you?" I seethed inwardly.

When Kajal returned from the market two or three hours later she looked happy and was carrying several bags of shopping. She excitedly showed me the clothes she'd bought a saree, a salwar suit and even a set of panties and a bra. She also told me that they'd had ice cream at the market too. I couldn't help but wonder how she felt no shame buying lingerie with a man old enough to be her father. I wondered what the shopkeeper must have thought. Just then Mishra arrived as well.

"Kajal why don't you try these clothes on and show us," he said and Kajal immediately went into the other room to change. Mishra sat down right next to me. He seemed like a monster to me a predator who had come to devour my sweet innocent wife.

"She's so lovely isn't she," he said to me but I ignored him.

"You still haven't relaxed, you still view me as an enemy," he remarked and I looked away. "Suit yourself," he smirked.

Just then Kajal emerged wearing the salwar suit the kurta was tight against her body clearly revealing her figure. She twirled around like a model to show it off and from behind her ass looked stunning accentuated by the tight fit of the kurta.

"Wow! you look absolutely beautiful," he praised her. Kajal was delighted and went back inside to try on another outfit.

"Now show me how you look in that bra and panty set," Mishra said loudly.

"Hush you rascal," Kajal replied peeking from the doorway causing Mishra to burst into loud laughter.

"Your wife is hot milky-white, firm tits and an ass that looks like two papayas," he said in an arrogant manner. Kajal was still inside when Mishra stood up and started heading towards the room.

"Where are you going, Kajal is changing her clothes," I said startled.

"Exactly," he said with a wink and walked right in. I could only watch feeling restless and agitated.

"Hey... hey... where are you coming," I heard Kajal's voice.

"This is where the real goods are," Mishra said with a lecherous chuckle.

"No... get out... hey... no, don't... you're such a rascal... please go out," Kajal's playful protesting voice continued but Mishra held his ground. Sounds of Kajal laughing and playful scuffling drifted out followed by a sudden silence.

I kept playing with Mini while she kept saying "Mummy, Mummy" and pointing toward the door but I managed to distract her. I wondered what might be happening inside and after sending Mini over to Aunty I walked up to the door.

Filled with apprehension I peeked inside and was momentarily stunned. Although I had expected Mishra to be all over Kajal seeing it still made my heart sink. They were both completely naked Kajal was sitting on the bed with her back against the wall and Mishra was thrusting his cock into her mouth. He was holding her hair to control her head while thrusting his member in and out. With her eyes closed Kajal was trying her best to suck his thick sturdy cock.

"Aak... aauk... agg..." Strange sounds were escaping Kajal's mouth as Mishra held her hair and kept fucking her mouth. Wriggling and struggling Kajal grabbed Mishra's buttocks and clawed at them.

"Puch... puch... suck like that a little longer and then I'm going to cum... Ahh... well done, keep going--use your tongue and suck," he kept guiding her.

I stood there rooted to the spot watching him pound away at Kajal's mouth. After a while seeing the look on his face I realized he was about to climax yet he didn't slow down. Kajal gripped his buttocks tightly and Mishra began filling her mouth with his load.

"You're dirty... you're so dirty," Kajal gasped as he pulled his cock out. His semen dripped from the corners of her lips landing on her milky breasts. Mishra stepped back laughing.

Kajal ran into the bathroom while Mishra still naked and stroking his cock walked over to me. Even though it was going soft his cock still looked massive and I found myself staring at it despite myself.

"That was good," he said placing a hand on my shoulder.

"My brother-in-law is coming over soon and I needed to keep Kajal's pussy fresh for him... heh heh... so I had to fuck her mouth instead."

After that, he got dressed and left leaving me sitting there for a long time. When I finally came out Kajal was wandering around the house humming to herself.

"Oh you took so long your tea has gone cold," she said acting as if nothing had happened and as if she were completely unaware of my sissy behavior. I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes and I said that I was going for a walk and stepped out of the house.

I wandered the streets aimlessly for quite a while. By the time I returned dusk was falling and I saw Raj's motorcycle parked outside. When I entered the house Aunty was playing with my daughter Mini but there was no sign of Kajal. I didn't ask Aunty anything either. A short while later Raj emerged from Aunty's bedroom and waved at me casually as if running into a neighbor while out for a stroll. He then greeted his sister and left. Moments later Kajal stepped out too she was wearing only a petticoat and bra with the rest of her clothes in her hands.

"You should have at least put your clothes on," Aunty called out with a laugh.

"Oh who want to wears a saree now. I just take a bath and put on a gown now," she said darting quickly into the bathroom.

"She's become so shameless," Aunty continued laughing. "What if there had been another man in the house. Would she run around naked in front of him too?"

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My mind wasn't on office work and I kept thinking about Kajal. Was she getting fucked by Mishra at home or was Raj banging her. The day passed in this state of restless speculation. When I got home in the evening Kajal was bustling about cheerfully.

I busied myself playing with Mini. After dinner we went to bed and once Mini had fallen asleep Kajal snuggled up to me.

"How is work going," she asked slipping into my arms. As I gathered her velvety body into my embrace a surge of desire rose within me and I planted a flurry of kisses on her lips and cheeks.

"Haha... you're really fired up today," she said with a laugh.

"Yes, holding your body close gets me aroused. But you must be wondering what kind of man I am, the sort who gives his wife permission to get fucked by other men."

"No, that's not it," she said kissing my lips. "I don't think anything untoward. I know how open hearted you are and how much freedom you've given to me."

"The truth is I just wanted to see you happy to see you fully enjoying your youth," I said.

"Then leave everything else aside and focus on these," she said taking my hand and placing it on her breasts. That night after a long time I was finally able to live like a husband with my wife.

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Days passed and I noticed that both of them had started treating Kajal almost like a second wife. She would go to the market and watch movies with them.

One day I ran into Shukla Aunty from the neighborhood. She looked at me with a pitying gaze.

"How are you doing. It seems like you never get any time off from office work," she said.

"No, that's not true I do get time off," I replied.

"Oh, really. Poor Kajal always has to go to the market with Mishra," she said feigning sympathy though I understood exactly what she was implying.

"You live here as a tenant after all you could move houses anytime," she added dropping a hint.

That night when we were alone in bed I told Kajal what Shukla Aunty had said. She scoffed and replied,

"That woman is a real bitch she used to make passes at Mishra herself. I couldn't care less about people like her."

I warned Kajal to be careful so that gossip wouldn't start spreading in the neighborhood but I didn't feel like she paid much heed to it.

A few days later Mishra and his wife planned a trip to their village and persuaded Kajal to join them. However, they didn't invite me along. I wasn't in favor of Kajal going alone with them but it was becoming increasingly difficult to reason with her. Besides she spent her days alone with them anyway and had become quite close to Mishra and Raj. She too wanted to visit the village with Mishra.

"How are they going to introduce you the relatives and others in the village," I asked.

"Auntie calls you 'Bhaiya' [brother], so I'm the wife of Auntie's brother," she said laughing. "And since Raj is also Auntie's brother in that sense too I'm Auntie's brother's wife and Mishra's sister-in-law."

"Well if you've already figured it all out what was the need to ask me," I said making a face.

"Oh don't get angry. I don't hide anything from you I tell you everything every night," she said. "I'll tell you all about the village trip also once I'm back."

So the four of them Mishra, Aunty, Kajal and Mini set off for the village. Raj didn't go with them. I spent two days and two nights just thinking about Kajal. When they returned on the third day Kajal looked quite exhausted.

I picked Mini up and started playing with her while waiting for a chance to talk to Kajal. I asked Kajal why she looked so tired and she said it was just travel fatigue.

That night when I got a moment alone with her I started asking Kajal everything about what had happened in the village.

"Oh man I was absolutely bored in the village. We got there after a bumpy bus ride and stayed with Mishra 's family. We visited the temple and walked around the fields a bit that was it," she said.

"So just that for two days. I was wondering if anything sexual happened too," I asked.

"Well the only 'sexual' thing was that Mishra was on top of me both nights," she said with a laugh.

"Oh so Mishra had a good time all night long," I said. Then she started telling me about her nights with Mishra.

"So all in all you really were bored for those two days," I said and she nodded in agreement. I don't know why but listening to her I felt like she wasn't telling the whole truth however, I didn't press her for more details.

A few days later I returned home from the office in the evening and ran into two men as they were leaving the house. Both were dressed in kurta-pajamas and looked like villagers. They appeared to be around Mishra's age. I entered through the boundary gate just as they were stepping out. They smiled at me and we exchanged greetings.

"You live in this house don't you?" one of them asked.

"Yes," I replied, "in the back portion as a tenant."

"I see... I see... that's great... you've become quite close to Mishra," he said with a laugh.

"Yeah... it's alright... and you are..." I looked at them inquiringly.

"We're from Kurauni village Mishra's village," he said and I nodded in acknowledgment.

"Just a few days ago your wife visited the village with Mishra," the second man said and I nodded again.

"She's a wonderful woman," he remarked and both of them walked away. As they left I noticed a faint smile on their faces which made me feel uneasy.

When I reached my part of the house and didn't see Kajal I went toward the courtyard. Auntie was there with Mini while Kajal emerged from Auntie's bedroom wearing only a petticoat while her other clothes were in her hands and she quickly ducked into the bathroom.

I looked at Auntie and asked, "Has Raj been here."

"Yes he was here he left a little while ago," Auntie said quickly.

"But I just saw two villagers leaving when did Raj go?"

"Raj left just before them," she said. But the whole situation felt odd to me Kajal being undressed in Auntie's bedroom and the smiles on those men's faces. If Raj was at home and Kajal was with him did that mean they were in the bedroom together even while those two villagers were present in the house.

"Kajal tell me the truth were you in the bedroom with those two villagers." I asked as soon as she came out of the shower and she was visibly flustered.

"No... no... Raj had just left."

"Kajal I've never stopped you from doing anything but it would really hurt me if you hid something from me," I said and she looked on the verge of tears.

"I didn't want to hide anything from you but I just couldn't bring myself to tell you," she said sobbing.

Seeing Kajal sob made my heart sink with worry. I immediately took her in my arms and tried to comfort her.

"There's no need to cry Kaju, if you've been intimate with anyone else you can tell me," I said and she clung to my chest sobbing. I comforted her for a while and then she began to tell me everything. She poured it all out to me in bed late into the night. It would be best if I recounted it here in her own words.

Kajal's Account

We had set out for Kurouni village early in the morning. I had prepared breakfast and lunch for Ravi and he can cook a little something for himself for dinner. Mishra and Aunty had told me so much about the village the canal, the old temple, the fields and their relatives living there, that I was eager to explore the place. On top of that Mishra had said that for two nights I would be staying there as his wife.

Despite his age Mishra was better at fucking than Raj. Within just an hour he would stoke such a fire within me that I would writhe and moan. His rock-hard rod-like cock would penetrate deep inside reaching places I didn't even know existed and send waves of pleasure coursing through me. The mere thought of spending the entire night with Mishra sent shivers of anticipation through my body.

The village wasn't far we reached it within an hour by bus. Mishra had his ancestral home there a house that was nothing short of a Haveli. His younger brother lived in one section with his family while the other section belonged to Mishra. It usually remained locked but it had been opened and cleaned up in anticipation of his arrival.

As soon as we entered the village Aunty made me cover my head with the end of my sari (pallu). She said that since it was a village it was proper to keep one's head covered and respect the local traditions and she did the same herself. Upon reaching the house, Aunty's sister-in-law and her children gathered around us. Mishra 's younger brother arrived as well. When I was introduced I was described as the wife of Aunty's brother. Initially everyone assumed I was Raj's wife but it was later clarified that I was the wife of their tenant though I was considered part of the family and my husband regarded Aunty as a sister and so on.

The day flew by before we knew it. We visited the temple, dipped our feet in the canal and then settled down to rest in Mishra 's section of the house. Mishra went off to meet some of his childhood friends.

Mishra couldn't resist bragging to his friends and ended up telling them about me. Four of his friends were particularly close old cronies who had heard his stories before. So they showed up at the house that night wanting to meet his new "sister-in-law" and brought along food and drinks.

Aunty grimaced when she saw them. "These people have nothing better to do than drink," she remarked.

They set up their gathering in the back room and began drinking and eating. However their real motive was to meet me and find out if what Mishra had been saying was actually true. So Mishra called me over under the pretext of bringing some food.

"Here take these roasted potatoes," Aunty said handing me the plate with a giggle.

"What's there to laugh about?" I asked.

"I'm laughing because Mishra insisted that Kajal specifically had to bring the snacks. He is showing you off to his friends," she said.

"Oh... showing me off, how," I didn't quite understand.

"Well showing off that he has such a young beautiful sister-in-law who is smitten with him."

"Oh stop it," I said, blushing instantly. "So I'm supposed to be put on display in front of all these old men."

"They're all lecherous old men," Aunty said. "Mishra keeps close company with them so make sure you cover your head with your pallu when you go in."

My heart began to race and I felt a thrill of excitement when I realized Mishra wanted to show me off. I was wearing a saree Mishra had bought for me and the blouse had a very low-cut neckline, styled that way at his specific request. I had draped the saree low below my navel as I had been waiting for him. Anyway, I covered my head with my pallu and entered the room where everyone was drinking alcohol.

"Look brothers... the roasted potatoes are here now the real fun begins," someone said.

"Come on in... come on in," Mishra said and I walked in with a shy demure air to place the potatoes on the center table.

"Hey who is she, I've never seen her before," someone said feigning ignorance. I noticed everyone was ogling me.

"She's my brother-in-law's wife it's her first time in the village," Mishra said.

"Man... even that fellow Raj manages to land such beautiful girls," one of them said and everyone burst out laughing. I noticed that the speaker was a man of about fifty with a thick bushy mustache.

"She isn't Raj's wife," Mishra clarified drawing questioning glances from everyone. He then explained that she was our tenant's wife.

"But she's just like family," he said. "She considers us her own, don't you?" He looked at me meaningfully and I nodded in agreement.

"So, your husband didn't came," asked the man with the big mustache.

"No he had work at office," I replied politely.

"That makes you Mishra's sister-in-law then," one of them remarked and I nodded again.

"Wow! That makes you a sister-in-law to all of us too. So why do you have your head covered with your pallu. That's a custom meant for the village elders," said a man sitting in the corner.

"Well you're an old man of the village too, aren't you?" Mishra teased him and everyone burst out laughing.

"I'm a year younger than you."

They kept up this playful banter and urged me to remove my pallu, Mishra then asserted his authority and gently took it off my head.

"There that's better," he said.

Immediately the others started cheering, "Wow! Look at that! You're so beautiful, Mishra is lucky fellow."

Seeing men of that age behaving like rowdy youths made me feel a strange sense of pride. Mishra too puffed out his chest acting like the village bigwig. After a few more such remarks I returned inside.

Back with Aunty she had already put Mini to sleep and was yawning herself.

"So you're done showing yourself off," she asked looking at me. "Come on, sit quietly now."

"How long will their drinking session go on," I asked.

"Who knows, Mishra will probably show up completely wasted," she said. "Are you itching to get fucked or something."

"No, no, nothing like that."

"Alright I'm going to sleep. If they ask for anything else you handle it," Aunty said. I felt annoyed because I had been looking forward to spending the night with Mishra.

A little later Mishra came, he looked absolutely hammered.

"How much have you had to drink," I asked irritably.

"Heh heh... well... I even had a few puffs of pot along with it," he said.

"Oh so you didn't miss a single vice, did you?"

"Heh heh, come on sit with us for a while," he said.

"Why?"

"Oh these bastards are going crazing just looking at you heh... heh... and they simply don't believe that you're so close to me," he said with a wink.

"Oh so are you going to fuck me right here to prove you've hooked a young girl," I asked.

"Heh... heh... listen to you! Just being with me for a while will make those bastards burn with envy."

His words stirred a thrill within me. I realized that the night I had imagined with Mishra wasn't going to happen so I decided to have some fun teasing these old men instead.

He brought me into the room and everyone was delighted to see me.

"She's a city girl not some village woman who'd hide behind a veil and stay cooped up in a room," Mishra said beaming with pride. "She's very open-minded." He placed his hand on my shoulder and made me sit beside him. Seeing this everyone started grinning sheepishly and Mishra began to boast even more, "I consider her my own sister-in-law and a sister-in-law is called half a wife." He laughed loudly and the others joined in with snickering laughter.

"You are absolutely stunning this Mishra has really hit the jackpot. I find it hard to believe that you'd let him get away with any liberties," one of them remarked. I realized this was a ploy to egg Mishra on. I looked at the man he looked every bit the cunning rogue.

"Why wouldn't she?" Mishra said swaying slightly and placed his arm around my waist to pull me close. My sari was draped low below my navel leaving my midriff bare. When his hand touched my exposed waist I felt shy. The others stood agape then erupted into loud boisterous cheers.

"Lucky you Mishra, you're having the time of your life."

I began to feel embarrassed as everyone stared at me wide-eyed without a shred of decorum. When I tried to get up they all shouted in unison, "Sit, sit! Don't leave just yet." Lust was evident on their faces and I began to derive a strange twisted pleasure from tantalizing them.

"If only I had a sister-in-law like you," one said with a sigh prompting laughter from the others.

"Hey Mishra's sister-in-law is like a sister-in-law to us too, isn't she?" said a cunning looking man whose name, I later learned was Gajodhar. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Does she respect you though. Does she touch your feet or does she only let you put your arm around her waist," asked another Ramasrey, a man just as mischievous as the rest. Everyone laughed again.

"Yes... yes... she touches my feet too," Mishra said.

"Really, we're brothers-in-law too but she hasn't touched our feet," Ramasrey said stoking the fire. Mishra looked at me. I shot him a sidelong glare but he insisted that I touch everyone's feet.

Annoyed, I stood up and pulled my pallu over my head to cover myself. I stepped forward to touch their feet.

"What's the need for the pallu, it was already taken down earlier," Pandey said with a smirk.

"Now... you can either treat me like a sister-in-law and joke around or treat me like a daughter-in-law and have me touch your feet. But if I'm to be the daughter-in-law, I'll have to cover my head with my pallu," I said standing tall and defiant.

"Oh you've got angry," said the fourth rogue, Ganga Prasad.

I stood defiantly between them irritated by this whole charade of feet-touching. Just then Gajodhar got up and came over to me.

"You look even more beautiful when you're angry," he said. "But let go of the anger and forget about touching feet we were just teasing you a little." He reached out and moved the pallu off my head.

"Come sit with me too are you always going to sit next to this Mishra," he asked grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the wooden bed where he had been sitting. I tried to pull my hand away and glanced toward Mishra.

"Why are you looking at him, he's not going to object," he said coaxing me gently. I noticed Mishra raised no objection. I still hesitated a bit but he pulled me onto the bed to sit beside him.

"Girls in the city use to have a peg or two will you have some," he asked gesturing toward the liquor.

"Ew... no... I don't drink that stuff," I said wrinkling my nose in disgust.

"Haha... and here he was saying you were very open-minded," Ramasrey said sitting down on my other side. Now I was hemmed in between the two of them.

"Being open-minded doesn't mean I have to start drinking alcohol."

They had both pressed in close on either side of me and I didn't like the look of things. Just then Gajodhar placed his hand on my waist and caressed my bare midriff.

"What... what?" I started to jerk upright but neither of them would let me rise. "Let go... what are you doing?"

"Hey, I'm also like Mishra to you. I too have some rights," he said grinning shamelessly. Before I could complain to Mishra, he spoke up himself,

"Hey Mishra tell her that she can sit with me like she sits with you."

Mishra started chuckling. I realized that Mishra wasn't going to do anything to stop them and that these men might subject me to even worse indecency. He began stroking my navel saying, "You're as smooth as butter."

I struggled violently to break free but he kept a tight grip on my waist.

"Hey Gajodhar move the saree away from her belly... let us see that 'butter' too," Pandey said.

"No... absolutely not," I thrashed about desperately. "Mishra, look your friends are misbehaving."

"Heh heh, these guys have been dying to see you since evening... tsk tsk... just let them have a look," Mishra said and with that all my hopes vanished. I realized these bastards weren't going to stop at just a bit of groping they were capable of anything. My heart began to pound and I glanced at each of their faces in turn. Lust was clearly visible on all of them. Just then Gajodhar dug his finger into my navel making me yelp in surprise. The others let out suggestive groans and egged him on. Seeing their faces flushed with lust, stirred something deep within me.

I squirmed but he easily moved my saree aside exposing my waist and midriff. My breathing quickened as they all sighed appreciatively at the sight of my bare stomach. Comments began to fly: "She's smooth as butter," "Pure cream," "That bastard Mishra hogged all the cream for himself."

I kept breathing heavily while Gajodhar ran his palm over my stomach moving from the hem of my blouse down to the waistband of my sari. The other three scoundrels surrounded me and Gajodhar pressed my back against his chest holding me in a tight embrace. I could feel their eyes boring into me.

"Now undo the blouse," Ganga said staring at me with a ravenous look.

"No... no," I struggled in Gajodhar's grip and looking at Mishra I said, "Look, enough with the teasing and fun tell them to let me go now."

But before Mishra could say anything Ram Aasre spoke up, "Mishra, you must have seen these milky mounds..." He sighed as he ran his hand over my neck and traced the cleavage of my breasts peeking out from my blouse.

"Come on don't pester the girl too much," Mishra said suddenly taking charge. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from where I was sitting. I had just taken a step to leave when Mishra grabbed me and sat me down on his lap.

"Wait what's the rush," he said. My breathing was rapid yet I felt somewhat more at ease with Mishra.

"Your friends are very ill-mannered," I said, "let me go."

"Sit for a while look at the state you've left everyone in," he whispered in a husky voice. I noticed all four of them gazing at me with longing eyes. Seeing their faces flushed with lust made a fire rise within me.

"Undo her blouse Mishra," Ganga repeated his demand and I glared at him.

"Shall I undo it?" Mishra whispered.

"No," I protested.

"She's saying no," Mishra said teasing his friends.

"No... no... show us... show us...," several voices chimed in at once.

Ramasrey stepped right in front of me and grabbed my blouse and I squirmed in resistance.

"Let him undo it," Mishra whispered. "His eyes will pop out when he sees those melons of yours."

These perverse acts were affecting me now and I was becoming aroused. Ramasarey began unbuttoning my blouse and I gazed at him with half-closed eyes. The four of them had surrounded me and I was sitting in Mishra's lap like a little girl.

When he took off my blouse I heard everyone's ahh ohh sounds. The hook of my bra opened and Ramasarey threw it out of my arms and my tight milky breasts and tout nipples were exposed to everyone.

"She is a very cute girl," someone said. The very next moment Ram put one of the breast in his mouth and started sucking. He sucked both my breasts for a minute and then held me and made me stand. I was completely naked from waist above.

Gajodhar caught hold of me and Ram started taking off my saree and petticoat. The next moment I was present among them completely naked. Gajodhar kept holding me and I felt someone's hand on my pussy.

"The girl is ready and willing," he said after feeling my wet pussy and I closed my eyes out of shame.

Surrounded by these four I had now mentally accepted defeat. I had understood that these four would not agree without fucking me today. Lust started stirring inside me. Many hands started moving simultaneously on my body. Someone would crush my breasts and someone would scratch my ass.

"You motherfuckers... will you all fuck together?" Mishra was heard growling, "get in line, you bastards." I had never heard Mishra using abusive language before.

Gajodhar had caught hold of me so he was the first to take me aside. When I looked with half-opened eyes everyone else was looking at me.

"Uhhh... ummm," indistinct sounds started coming out of my mouth. Gajodhar quickly brought me to the adjacent room and made me sit on the bed. I looked at his face with thick moustache. There was a 3-4 day old beard growing on his face and half of the hair on his head was gone. He quickly took off his kurta and pajama and got naked. His penis was not as big as Mishra's but was still quite thick and long. It was standing erect amidst his legs. He lifted both my legs and pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me.

The teasing drama that was going on for so long and all four of them having fun with me had the effect that now I was very excited. As soon as he came on top of me I forgot everything and held him in my arms.

"You are a good girl you have less tantrums," he whispered and placed his mouth on my neck and his hot lips started burning mine. I started caressing his body and scratching his back. As soon as his hot lips came on mine my whole body shuddered and I opened my mouth and started licking his tongue.

Suddenly everything flashed before my eyes for a moment. I saw my loving husband and my daughter Mini and then all the events started passing before my eyes like a reel. How I got trapped in Mishra's affair and how Raj fucked me and now I am lying here naked in a small room of this small village with these old men of my father's age. I felt guilty but in this perverted state I started feeling more aroused and started sucking Gajodhar's lips.

I felt his thick penis pricking my pussy and then in the next moment it started slipping inside my wet pussy.

"Aah... aah... Ma," moans of arousal escaped my lips. Gajodhar's mustache was digging into my face as he kissed my lips voraciously. At the same time he began squeezing and playing with one of my breasts. When rapid forceful thrusts began pounding into my pussy, stars seemed to dance before my eyes. I climaxed within just two or three minutes and clung tightly to him. Even after I had orgasmed he kept fucking me and I listened to the sounds of his animalistic grunts. Finally he released his load deep inside me.

As the wave of passion subsided I began to reflect on what was happening and realized that the others will also have their way with me.

Gajodhar slung his kurta and pajamas over his shoulder and walked out of the room naked and Ramasrey entered immediately. He was already naked stroking his erect cock a lewd grin playing on his face. I lay naked on the bed suddenly overcome with shame. With nothing nearby to cover my body I tried to shield myself by squeezing my legs together.

When he climbed onto the bed and tried to grab me I shrank back trying to make myself disappear.

"Why are you recoiling like a shy delicate flower," he growled. "Just few minutes ago you were howling loud while you cum in you very first round," he laughed. He grabbed my legs and yanked them wide apart.

"Let me tell you something, in our village when a guy gets newly married the elders advise him that if his wife gives it up willingly and lovingly then its ok. But if she plays hard to get or acts coy, then you strip her naked, lay her down on a bare wooden cot without any mattress and fuck her hard just once. Her back and ass will get so raw and chafed that she'll never pull those stunts again for the rest of her life," he said.

He climbed on top of me and giving my cheek a light slap and asked, "Should I remove the mattress from under you." Seeing the stern look on his face I didn't think he was joking my head instinctively shook 'no'.

"Sweet girl," he said as he kissed me and squeezed my breasts hard.

"Ah... ouch."

He began kissing and licking my cheeks and lips. His rough cheeks felt like they were scraping against my soft ones.

"You're going to give it up lovingly," he whispered, "just because you've climaxed doesn't mean you can just lie there like a corpse with your legs spread... understand? Only whores lie there like corpses."

"You aren't a whore."

When he said that I looked at him with a hurt expression.

"Don't take offense, I was just telling you to enjoy yourself and let me enjoy too... You aren't a little girl anymore who needs to be taught how to please a man."

The way he dominated me filled me with a strange restlessness. I felt like cursing him out, yet at the same time a thrilling sensation was coursing through my body. He started sucking and biting my lips and cheeks and squeezing my breasts causing moans to escape my lips as I wrapped my arms tightly around his back. He took one of my hands and guided it to his cock. I began stroking it without needing to be told. His thick cock filled my entire palm.

After just a little friction aroused moans escaped me and I started kissing his lips while vigorously stroking his cock.

"Ease up a bit are you trying to make me cum just by jerking me off," he said making me laugh.

"You're laughing, huh?" he said squeezing my nipples. "Don't you want it inside your cunt."

"I do," I blurted out immediately.

"So grab my cock and press it against your pussy."

With a single thrust he drove it in all the way to the hilt and I let out a loud breathless moan. My second round of fucking that night began and I started climbing toward climax once more. After about ten or twelve minutes of intense thrusting I began to cum and almost simultaneously he also unloaded his load deep inside my pussy.

After he left Ganga Prasad and Pandey took turns fucking me. By the time they were all done I was utterly exhausted. I drifted off to sleep right there lying naked.

I hadn't slept long before I woke up. I was lying naked and my clothes were in the outer room. Everyone was still out there drinking. I hesitated for a moment wondering what to do but seeing no other option I peeked into the other room.

All four of them were sitting there but Mishra was nowhere to be seen. I called out to get their attention.

"So, you're up," Pandey said.

"Yes please hand me my clothes," I said.

"What do you need clothes for," Gajodhar said with a laugh. "Come and get them."

I glared at him angrily but it had no effect. I kept asking for my clothes but when no one handed them over. So I gave up and walked naked into the outer room. I started walking right through their midst to get to my clothes.

I was halfway across burning with shame when Ramasrey grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto his lap.

"It's not time for you to put your clothes on yet," he said.

I tried to break free pleading with him to let me go but I couldn't escape his grip. They started rubbing and kneading me all over again and this time they sandwiched me between them in pairs.

They positioned me in the middle like a bitch, one guy's cock went into my pussy while the other's went into my mouth and they started double teaming me.

"This Mishra forbade us from fucking your ass otherwise we would have deflowered that hole today too," Gajodhar said. All four of them took another round with me some came in my mouth others in my pussy.

○Now they occasionally come here to our house and fuck me. For instance Ramasrey and Pandey were here today. They left just as you were arriving.

After finishing her story Roshni snuggled up against my chest. Hearing her tale had made my cock hard and I didn't know what to do. This Mishra had made my wife a slut and had her fuck four of his friends.