Indian wife is held hostage and ravaged by the CEO

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“I … yes, Narges. I will be your bitch.”

SLAP!

Narges’s fingers left bright red marks on my wife’s cheek even as her face flushed with shame.

SLAP!

Once more her hands flashed across Vidya’s cheeks, as she treated her like the lowly slave girl Vidya had become. Vidya was someone to do her bidding, to be beckoned at will, and to be slapped as Narges saw fit.

“I trust you have got the message, memsaab.” Narges said, as she slowly lowered her hands back to her sides.

“Yes, Narges,” Viyda muttered as her cheeks started to sting. My wife kept her eyes down, unable to meet the gaze of this woman who had just disciplined her as if she was a young naughty girl, not someone older, a married woman and a high society lady, worthy of respect. This morning had taught Vidya that she had to learn to accept this humiliation. Vidya’s face burnt with shame as Narges smiled at her hold over my wife.

“I had just come to give you a message.” Narges said, placing the cane on the bed. “Your husband and Sarun has gone to the office, but Sarun will be back soon. You are now to take a shower, and then dress in the expensive embroidered sari you will find in the cupboard.”

“Yes, Narges.”

“Be ready for your master when he returns. Please him, otherwise he will use this cane on you.” Narges turned to leave, but then she turned around with a smile.

“We may all be Sarun’s slaves, but you are also my bitch. Remember that, memsaab.”

* * *

I spent the whole day at work. There was a new foreign collaboration project. Even Mr. Sarun was there till the afternoon before heading for home. I tried not to think of what was happening to my wife Vidya, and tried to concentrate on the work. When Imtiaz picked me up, it was 7 pm and already getting dark.

Dinner was a quiet affair. I had freshened up in my room and headed down. My wife and Mr. Sarun were already seated, and for all intents and purposes they looked the husband and wife, and I the guest. Mr. Sarun talked to me about work, and Vidya tried to avoid my gaze. I knew she was embarrassed. I remembered Rukmani’s advise, and tried to pretend I didn’t know what was going on, just to put her mind at ease, and conversed with my boss on our project. After dinner was done, Mr. Sarun asked Vidya and me to join him in what he called his den.

It was a big room — a sort of man cave — with a giant TV in one wall and sofas and tables scattered throughout. Mr. Sarun sat down on one the sofas and then beckoned Vidya to him. Rukmani had come into the room and placed some scones and cake and some tea on a table, before departing.

“Your wife loves to suck cock, Rajesh.” Mr. Sarun told me, as Vidya obediently knelt down, keeping her eyes on the floor. “I have never had a whore suck me dry so completely as this little raandi of yours.”

“I … thank you, Sir.”

I knew that Vidya did indeed love to suck cock. She never said no to me when I sometimes requested a blow job, and I am not the most well-endowed man she knew (and that’s a hoot). With the huge monster that Mr. Sarun had, I had no doubt that Vidya would be addicted to giving him blowjobs on demand.

I watched as she knelt before him and took out his manhood. She struggled to wrap her dainty fingers around his massive member and lowered her mouth onto it. If she was feeling inhibited by my presence there, she gave no sign. Seeing your wife kneel before another man, and letting him fuck her mouth — I felt a whole gamut of emotions. There was the jealousy, of course, and then there was the helplessness — but the strongest (and I am ashamed to admit it) was one of arousal.

There was the visual contrast of the darker skin of my boss against the fair and lighter skin of my wife, particularly enhanced when she took his chocolate colored cock in her mouth. Vidya liked to maintain eye contact with Mr. Sarun when giving him a blowjob. To me, it signified the fact that Vidya was focused on my boss’s pleasure. She knew she was doing it for me, for us, and she wanted to do a good job. She liked to see Mr. Sarun’s face as he enjoyed the sensations of her mouth on his cock.

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