Indian wife is held hostage and ravaged by the CEO

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I made small talk with Imtiaz. My wife Vidya was silent, probably wondering about the week ahead. I found out who made up the household of Mr. Sarun in Calcutta. There was Imtiaz the driver, and Fateh, another man servant who tended to the gardens and the pool. Imtiaz’s wife Rukmani and Fateh’s wife Narges worked as full time housemaids as well. There were a couple of other female servants in the house who only worked part time, and whose names Imtiaz rushed through. Clearly, Mr. Sarun loved to surround himself with women.

We finally reached Mr. Sarun’s house, which could only be described as a palace. Imtiaz showed us to our room, which was a large, luxuriously furnished bedroom with a four poster bed in the middle of the room. I wondered how much time Vidya would be spending on this bed, or would Mr. Sarun be ravishing her elsewhere. Then I felt ashamed for thinking such thoughts.

“Sahib,” Imtiaz addressed the both of us. “After you freshen up, please join saabji for dinner downstairs.”

“Yes, of course.” I told him. “How do I get there? Will we call you?”

“I am afraid I have to go and wash and polish the car.” Imtiaz answered. “If you just go down the stairs, just outside your room, then walk the corridor, and left, and then the third door leads to the living room.”

“OK.” I told him, hoping I remembered the instructions right. A house so big you needed directions to find the living room!

After we freshened up, my wife Vidya dressed in a red, sexy sari. If she was having some apprehension about this whole affair, you couldn’t tell by the way she was dressed. The sari was a thin chiffon one, wrapped perfectly around her firm, fit figure, and the noodle strap blouse holding her beautiful breasts in check, and her navel gorgeously exposed.

“Darling!” I told her. “You look stunning!”

Without a word, Vidya hugged me and locked her lips onto mine. I stood there as she kissed me for a long time. Then Vidya gave me a peck on my cheeks and told me, “Remember dear, whatever happens this week, I will always love you.”

“Yes, dear. I know that. I will always love you too.”

Vidya rubbed off the lipstick smudge on my cheeks and kissed me again.

“Remember, dear, even if I have to act that I am enjoying what your boss is doing to me, I really love you. Remember that.”

“Yes, dear.”

We shut the door to our room and headed down.

“Imtiaz said the third door, right?” I asked, as we faced a hallway with multiple doors.

“Yes.” Vidya acknowledged. “But which side?”

I tried the door which I thought was the correct one, but it was locked.

“This is not right.” Vidya told me as we tried yet another door. “We are maybe in the wrong hall. We are lost.”

“I know.” I tried one more door. “Let’s see where this leads us.”

The door led to a walkway which soon took us outside to a swimming pool. The sun was nearly coming down, but what a crazy sight greeted us!

There was a woman lying down on all fours, beside the pool, her face down on several towels. She was completely naked. I could see her sari, blouse, petticoat and bra lying in a heap beside her on the edge of the pool. I was later to find out this was Rukmani, the wife of the driver Imtiaz, and one of the many maids in the house. Rukmani was from Nepal, so she had slight oriental features and a darker skin. She was petite, and slim. Right now, her arms were outstretched in front of her as she braced herself, on her knees, with her ass high in the air. She was in the prime doggy position, ready to receive.

And right behind her, with his back to us, stood my boss — the billionaire Mr. Sarun. For the first time my wife saw him — a giant of a man, more than six feet tall, athletic, well built with his oiled abs glistening in the sun. Mr. Sarun was completely naked as well, and he spit into his hands and rubbed them on his dick to lubricate it.

And what a giant phallus it was! I have never seen a cock like that in my life! Not only was it long and huge, it was thick as well. Sarun spit once more and rubbed his rock hard manhood. Then, parting Rukmani’s ass cheeks with his hands, he rammed into her.

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