I pressed my dick into Narges’s ass cheeks, reached around and cupped her breasts through her blouse.
“Here, Fateh.” I rubbed her left breast.
“100,000 rupees.”
Then I massaged Narges’s right breast.
“100,000 rupees.”
Narges giggled, as Fateh looked at me, puzzled, and helpless to stop me from groping his wife’s mammary glands. “I am sorry, sahib, I don’t understand.”
“It’s very simple.” I continued to knead Narges’s boobs, getting no objections from her, or from her cowardly husband. “I am here for the night. You are to allow me to spend the night with your wife and she has to do what I order her to do. If she gives me her body absolutely, then I will loan you 200,000 rupees. You can pay off the money lender, and take your time in paying me back, with no interest.”
Of course I could have just gone to bed with Narges, and she would have been my willing fuck toy, but I wanted to drive home the point to Fateh that I would be sleeping with his wife, on his marital bed, with his explicit permission. My cock poked Narges’s butt crack.
“Think about it.” I told him. “If you say no, your wife will have no recourse but to submit to me anyway, but then you will still owe that money. You may even go to prison! And then who knows who your wife will submit to!”
I pinched Narges’s left nipple. It was a signal to her that it was her line now.
“No, dear husband, I will not allow you to go to prison,” Narges declared bravely. “I am your wife and your welfare is my concern. You tell sahib that he can have my body for his pleasure, if that’s what will satisfy him.”
I could again see a bulge grow in Fateh’s lungi.
“It will be only for one night and no one will know your wife has slept with another man, and that you were helpless to prevent that,” Narges told her husband. “So dear, do what I say; let him enjoy my body and he will loan you 200,000 rupees.”
“You wife is very pretty.” I told Fateh. “I like her breasts. And her ass. And her lips. And her cunt.”
Once again I grabbed Narges’s left teat, and held it up. “100,000 rupees.”
Then I grabbed her right boob and kneaded it. “100,000 rupees.”
I could see Fateh’s bulge growing bigger. It was time to close the sale.
“Fateh,” I told him in my most authoritative voice. “I want your wife, and no one will know except the three of us. Your honour will remain intact, but if you get arrested, your self-respect will be torn to shreds, and besides, I plan on enjoying her wet loins anyways.”
I rubbed Narges’s crotch, through all the layers of clothes, and held my hand up.
“She’s wet and dripping like a faucet, Fateh. You wife is as turned on as me by our affair.”
“Sahib,” Fateh croaked. “You are very generous to offer me that money, and my wife is so brave to help me by satisfying you. I agree to your demands for the night, sahib.”
“Excellent.” I pressed myself more firmly onto Narges, and she could feel my manhood now invade the space between the cheeks of her buttocks. I could feel the dampness of her through her clothes, and she seemed to encourage me by pushing back onto me. Fateh felt defenceless and tried not to stare at me molesting and mauling his buxom wife, cupping her tits and fondling them to my heart’s content.
“Let’s watch some television.” I ordered Fateh to put a cricket match on. “We can sit on this new sofa that I got for you, all three of us.”
“Yes, sahib.”
“You know, Fateh, you are not man enough to even afford a sofa. You should be glad I am giving you 200,000 rupees for this randi.”
“Yes, sahib.”
We sat on the sofa and Fateh handed me the remote. I put it to one side as the cricket match came on. Narges came down and sat on my lap. I turned her around so that she was facing me.
“What do you think, Fateh, who will win the match?” I asked him, as Narges pressed her boobs to my face. She was a woman in heat.
“Sahib, hard to say.” Fateh hummed and hawed, trying desperately to concentrate on the action on the screen, rather than on the sofa.
I pulled away Narges’s pallu, un-hooked the blouse, and pushed her new bra up to expose her large round breasts, the big black areolas standing erect. I put the left nipple into my mouth while I played with the right breast, squeezing and pinching it, rotating the nipple between my thumb and fingers.
