Indian Wife Blackmailed

I’m a happily married, 28-year old wife and mother and

a very successful businesswoman working on my own and

partly for my husband in Bombay. I’m smart,

good-looking, I eat right, exercise, and have a body

that my critical eye says still looks pretty damn good

in a small two-piece swimsuit. In my second life, I am

a wanton slut that will do whatever my young stud

lover wants me to do.

Raj, my lover, is 25 years old and works at our firm

responsible for doing legal jobs of his body is

rock-hard. Brown eyes, beautiful black hair, and the

nicest ass I’ve ever seen on a man.

I am very much the professional in the office, but at

office luncheons, pubs and parties, I am an outrageous

flirt. I just can’t help it. At first, Raj was the

perfect target for my flirting good-looking, young,

single, and very aware of my status and position in

the office. He was always fun to tease, always a good

sport — until a farewell party of one In the holiday

mood and feeling safe with my husband, Sagaar, at my

side, I had been merciless flirting with Raj all

evening. Later in the evening, I was walking out of

the upstairs bathroom when a hand grabbed my arm and

pulled me into a bedroom. It was Raj.

“Come here, you cock teaser.” He hissed, as he closed

the bedroom door behind us. I didn’t say a word

because I assumed he was now kidding me in return, or

maybe he had had just a little too much to drink.

His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them

through the green velvet of my dress. His fingers

found my bra less nipples and they hardened to his

touch.

“No, Raj! What do you think you’re doing? My husband

is downstairs!”

“I’m breaking a cock teaser. In my neighborhood we

know how to deal with cock teasers and you are the

worst I have ever met. When I’m through with you, you

won’t tease me anymore.”

His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of

place, so beyond anything in my experience, so

surprising, I was shocked and had to suppress a

nervous giggle. But at the same time, the whole

situation was turning me on. I didn’t fear for my

safety, because of the setting and that it was Raj,

and I knew he would never hurt me. Still, the

roughness was causing me to respond. Sagaar, always a

gentleman in and out of bed, had never talked to me or

felt me the way Raj was. This was new and exciting. I

fell back almost willingly when Raj pushed me back on

to the bed.

“Raj! Stop it! Are you crazy?” I was protesting, but I

was also keeping my voice low.

Raj ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful,

rigid cock. He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled

down my panty hose and, instead of removing my

panties, he merely pulled the elastic crotch far

enough to the side to slide that wonderful dick into

my already hot, wet cunt and I started the best orgasm

of my life on his second stroke. When he came, he

pulled out and stood up. I sat up and smiled at him,

“Wow! I really can’t believe that happened, Raj. It

was great, but I can’t believe I just cheated on my

husband!” Raj grabbed the back of my head and pulled

me to his still-hard cock, “Shut up, bitch. Lick me

clean.”

I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking

it and then licking our juices from its length. As I

was working on his cock, Raj said, “Do you know why

cock teasers tease? Because they are really sluts and

that’s the only way they know how to ask for it the

way they want it – hard and fast.”

I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay

that much attention to what he was saying. Finally,

when he was clean, he returned his meat into his pants

and zipped up. He walked out of the bedroom without

another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself

and returned to the party, he was gone.

That night was the beginning of my descent into

raunchy sex. I didn’t know it then, but Raj had given

me something I could no longer live without. Until Raj

took me on that bed, I never knew sexual excitement

like that existed. I had never been that aroused, and

I wanted more.

At work the following Monday, Raj followed me to my

car and demanded a blowjob. There was never any

question of doing what he said to do. I vividly

remembered my orgasm, the total release and

satisfaction, and wanted more. I gave Raj his blowjob,

and that became the daily ritual. Every afternoon, I’d

be sucking on my stud’s hot cock as his hands roamed

over and in my body. He’d fill my mouth with cum, and

watch me swallow it, and then I’d lick him clean,

drive home and be the perfect wife and mother. On

Friday afternoon, Raj gave me his address and told me

to be there by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough to

tell Sagaar that I was preparing for a project, which

always entailed extra hours at the office. When I

arrived at Raj’s, he pointed me to the bedroom and

told me to undress. For the next three hours I was

held in the most wonderful state of sexual awareness

in my life! Raj tired this girl out! His hard body and

hard cock were all over and in my body. I became a

slave to his touch. He would tease and play with me

until my release was about to explode, and then back

off – he drove me crazy and into ecstasy. He fucked my

mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin ass hole. He

sucked my nipples and toes and fingers and clit. He

massaged my legs and back and breasts and my pussy.

Sagaar had been the only other man wanted Raj to fuck

me for days. I was dressing to leave, standing on

wobbly legs, hugging Raj around the neck, when he

patted my buns and said, “Same time, next Saturday,

slut.” “I’ll be here.” “See you in the parking garage

after work on Monday, slut.” “I’ll be waiting, Raj.”

It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the

following Saturday was even better than the first! Raj

was so young and strong and aggressive. The more he

demanded from me, the more I responded and enjoyed.

But after that second Saturday, I didn’t want to wait

another long week between Raj’s fucks. Every evening

after work hours I begged Raj to let me visit him.

Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I stayed until

midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed.

Driving home, I admitted to myself, for the first

time, that I was no longer in control of all aspects

of my life — I was physically and sexually addicted

to Raj. On the third Saturday, Raj wasn’t alone when I

arrived. “This is my friend, Amit,” smiled Raj.

I said hello to Amit and the three of us talked for a

while. I couldn’t wait for him to leave, so Raj and I

could get on with the fucking! I get hot just being

close to Raj. Raj patted me on the knee and smiled

again, saying, “I told Amit you’d give him a blow job,

before he left.” “No, Raj, I can’t do that.” I

couldn’t understand why Raj would say that, and

wondered how far he was going to push me. “Well, Babe,

then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck

out of here. No more fun times with me.” I knew Raj

was serious. I’m embarrassed to admit I thought about

it for only a few seconds. I was not prepared to give

up Raj’s pleasures so easily.

“Okay, Raj, I’ll do as you ask.” With a huge grin,

Amit led me into the bedroom and sat on the edge of

the bed. I opened his belt and trousers and pulled

them down to his shoe-tops. I knelt on the floor,

between his legs, and wrapped my lips around his cock,

feeling it grow and harden inside my wet mouth. Before

Amit came, Raj entered the bedroom. He was naked and

seemed to enjoy watching me fuck Amit with my mouth.

His dick was hard and I reached for it with my hand as

Amit exploded in my mouth.

I’m sure you guessed that Amit didn’t leave, and the

next several hours I had both men fucking and sucking

me in turn and at the same time. It became obvious

that Raj’s favorite position was pounding his cock

into me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Amit’s cock. My

body was sore and tired as I drove home from Raj’s

apartment. I couldn’t believe that, up until about 4

weeks ago, only my husband had ever made love to me,

and that day I had been used and abused by two young

studs. I wondered why I didn’t have regrets or more

guilt. The relationship, if that is what this is, has

gotten kinkier and kinkier. I continued to go to Raj’s

place almost every Saturday for the next couple of

months. Most days Raj was alone, but Amit did show up

occasionally and the 3-way was repeated each time.

In late March, Raj told me to get there a little early

and when I did, he handed me an outrageous outfit. It

was a saree very transparent, Blouse with no back and

deep low and wide open in the front. No ghagra just

this two clothes and both very transparent and very

high heels. “Put these on, Chikni Gulbadan. I’m having

some friends over to watch cricket, and you’re going

to be our waitress.” I definitely didn’t like the

sound of that, after my experience with Amit. “Raj,

please don’t make me do this. I don’t want to

entertain your friends — just you. I’ll wear this

saree for you.”

Raj grabbed the clothes from my hand. “No problem,

chikni . You know the rule — you do what I ask, or we

don’t play anymore. It’s that simple. You wear this

for my friends or An hour later, dressed in the outfit

and wearing more makeup than I have since I was 14, I

was serving beer and chips to Raj, Amit and three

friends. My tits, ass and pussy were being grabbed,

tweaked, poked, probed and fingered at every

opportunity. I was pulled down on to laps for feels

and kisses until one of the new guys pulled out his

hard cock and told me to sit on it. Of course, and as

usual, all this mistreatment had really turned me on

and I was only too happy to position myself in his

lap, facing him, pulling my saree, and slowing

lowering my hot, wet cunt onto his cock. He pulled my

top over my head and began to attack my tits with his

mouth and hands. That started the party in earnest.

After that first fuck, I moved from lap to lap,

fucking and blowing the five guys as fast as they

could shoot their load and get hard again. I was

having a ball, but instead of appreciating having an

attractive, willing woman available to take care of

their animal urges, these guys were crude and rude and

gross. One guy had me lie down on the coffee table as

he poured beer on my tits and pussy and lapped it up.

Another guy pulled his cock then lifted each one up to

my mouth so he could watch me lick his cum off my

nipples. Amit lay on his back on the floor and had me

mount his cock. Another guy, Dilip, stood over Amit

and I sucked his prick into my mouth. Within a few

minutes, a third guy walked over and stood watching. I

reached for his erect penis and jerked it off until he

shot his cum all over my face. The sight of the cum

must have been enough for Amit and Dilip, because they

both came within seconds of each other.

For 2 hours, to the hoots, catcalls, cheering and

whistles, I serviced their cocks. They were no longer

men to me, they were only jerking, pumping, and

shooting cocks. And I loved every minute of it.

Raj must have realized how exhausting the whole thing

had been for me, because about 2 hours after starting,

he told me to get dressed and to go home. I left,

blowing kisses to everyone’s moans and groans because

I was leaving. When I got home, the kids were fast

asleep and Sagaar was napping. Thanking my lucky

stars, I stripped and made my way to the shower. I

smelled like a whorehouse next to a brewery. I was

shampooing my hair when the shower door opened and

Sagaar stepped in wearing a smile and a hard-on. My

guess was that he woke from his nap with an erection

and wanted me to do something about it. Without a

word, I leaned back against the wall and let my

husband walk his cock up inside me. When he came, I

thought about him adding one more gooey load to the 10

or 12 loads of cum already filling my cunt, and I had

my most intense orgasm of my action-packed day.

After the party, things got back to “normal” for a

while. Everyday after work, I give Raj a blowjob. He

lets me visit him about one weeknight every two weeks

and almost every Saturday. Amit is usually thereon

Saturdays, and sometimes, Dilip also shows up. It

doesn’t matter to me whether it’s 1 or 2 or 3 — I

service them all — letting them do whatever they want

to me. Last week was the ultimate demand by Raj. After

work, he handed makeup and the contents of the bag. I

told him that it was impossible for me to get out that

late on a Friday night. Raj told me to be there or

else say good bye, and then he walked away.

Lucky for me, Sagaar is a trusting individual. I know

I abuse that trust, but, that night, after dinner, I

told him I was going out with some women from the

office for a bachelorette party. I didn’t know then

how close to the truth I was. I parked outside of

Raj’s and looked in the bag. All that was in it was a

black garter belt, black stockings and black high

heels. It wasn’t easy, but I stripped and put the sexy

stuff on in the car, fixed my extra makeup in the

visor mirror, and put on my overcoat. Music was

blasting through Raj’s apartment door and I had to

knock several times. Finally, Raj opened the door and

held up a finger for me to wait. He turned back into

the apartment and announced, “The entertainment’s

here. Get the groom ready!” More yells from inside

followed. Raj curled his finger for me to step inside.

His living room was full of men. Beer cans were

everywhere and an X-rated video was on the VCR. In the

center of the room was a good-looking guy sitting in a

desk chair, with his hands behind him. Raj took my

hand and led me into the room, “Gentlemen. This is the

Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and know

what I mean. The rest of you — well, hold on to your

balls! “Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Ganesh,

requested that I not get a stripper for the party. It

seems he didn’t want to risk any hanky-panky the night

before his wedding. He wants to remain pure! “I didn’t

think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so

here’s what happens. Ganesh is tied in his chair and

gets to watch what he could have had, because…..”

Raj opened my raincoat and threw it out of the room,

“…the Sex Machine is here!”

For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of the

12 guys there. Everybody except Ganesh had me at least

twice, and every time it was no more than 4 feet from

his bulging eyeballs. It wasn’t long after I started

that Ganesh began to beg to be released. I tempted him

with my tits and ass and snatch, but Raj refused to

release him. Finally, when things slowed down, Raj

asked everyone if Ganesh should be allowed to change

his mind. Most of his friends booed the idea, but Raj

said he’d let Ganesh go if he earned it. We tried

thinking of a challenge for Ganesh, when I felt the

cum dripping down my thighs from my overused and

overflowing pussy. I suggested that before Ganesh

could fuck me, he had to eat me clean. Ganesh didn’t

hesitate. I laid down in the center of the room, where

the men could see their cum over and in my pussy. Raj

untied Ganesh and he fell on top of me, diving into my

cunt. The room burst into cheers as I came and came.

At last, Ganesh dropped his pants and shoved his meat

up inside my sloppy cunt. He came in only a few

strokes and collapsed on top of me. I rolled Ganesh

off and stood on wobbly legs. Raj wrapped my raincoat

around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off, and

said there was a present for me in my pockets. I sat

in the car for a few minutes. My thighs and hips and

cunt felt like I had just given birth. My mouth and

jaw felt like I had spent hours in a dentist’s chair.

My neck and shoulders and tits were sore and showed

teeth marks. I asked myself, “What the hell was I

doing?” When I got home, I dressed downstairs and

started up to the bedroom. All was quiet.

videotape. I couldn’t imagine why Raj would give me a

tape, so I put one in the VCR and hit “PLAY.”

I couldn’t believe it! It was a tape of this evening’s

festivities and I never noticed anyone filming! I

wondered what Sagaar would think if he saw them? I

popped the tape out and hid them in my closet. As I

stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I

resolved to tell Raj no more parties. One-on-one with

him, only. I just don’t know what I’m going to do if

he says “no way, slut.”

Now I will tell you my experience with Nighat. Nighat

is my best friend and her parents are also our

relatives. Nighat always liked me. One fine evening

Nighat came to my house and talked to me. Then she

asked my mom if she could stay with us for two to

three days. My mom gave permission and after taking

dinner we all went in our rooms. Then I said goodnight

to Nighat and went in my room. One of our room was

extra were Nighat was to spend the night. At midnight

Nighat came in my room and told me that she could not

sleep there for some reasons and she wants to sleep

with me. I agreed and we slept together by putting our

arms around each other. Nearly at 2:00 am i heard

moaning voices, I woke up by those voices and saw

Nighat was fingering her pussy. I was amazed to see

all that. I could not control my self and started to

sniff her pussy smell. Nighat shivered from that

reacted and ordered me to suck her pussy, with that

order I quickly rushed in her thighs and started to

suck her pussy lips. She was enjoying a lot and told

me that she always wanted to have such a nice

experience with me. She took off my clothes and held

my huge cock in her hands then she started to suck it.

She ordered we got in 69 position and started to suck

each other.Nighat got her orgasm, I sucked it like a

thristy dog. Then Nighat spread her legs widely and

told me to put my rod in her lovely pussy.My cock’s

head just went inside her and she screamed. She told

me that she is a virgin and she can’t bear my huge

cock. Then i took honey and butter from the kitchen

and applied it on her pussy area and on my cock. I

started to fuck her and after some minutes Nighat

started to enjoy all that and told me that now it’s

not hurting. Then she fully naked and took off her

bra. I started to suck her good smelling bra and

panties. She pulled me on the bed again and told me”IS

KOH KIA CHOOSE RAHE HOO PERI PHUDDI AUR MAMME TUMHAARA

INTIZAAR KAR RAHE HEIN.AAJAAOOOO AUR CHAAT LOO MERE IS

GARAM JISM KOH.ABHI TOH AUR BHI KAAM KARNA HAI

MERA.ITNI MUSHKIL SE HAATH AAE HOO IS TARHAAN KAI SE

CHOOR DOON”

I sucked her erected nipples and bit them one by one.

Then i made her in doggy position and started to fuck

her like a lund(cock) in her pussy and started to pump

my dick. I was feeling my self in heaven. After that

it was a time to have a most enjoyable thing. I

ordered her to sit on my face and then I sucked,

licked her pussy. She pulled my head in her thighs

then she cum in my mouth and on my face many times.

Then I made her in doggy position and came from back

and started to suck her shit hole and pussy. She was

enjoying it soo much. Then I sat on her breast and

fucked her boobs while she made her boobs close to

each other. My lund (dick) was feeling very warmly

between her two sweet boobs.

We enjoyed this night very much and after that night

we fucked many times till now.