Mansi was now a pure slut. She was fucked and used well by Ashraful, my Bangladeshi servant, and his friends.. She was ass-fucked, gangbanged and fucked at public places too. She was now a slut and wanted more cocks.

Later that year, I got transferred to Delhi. I had visited Delhi before and knew the place. We rented a small house in Karol Bagh. It was small but spacious, with a balcony too.

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My office was not too far from our rented house. I joined office once we were done with the setup.

One day, while I was getting ready, Mansi looked at me with a quizzed look.

“Amar, I want to learn Photography”, She said, holding my tie.

I was taken a back. I never knew she had a penchant for Photography!

“Wow! I didn’t knew you liked Photography, Mansi”, I said.

“I know..”, She moved closer too me,” I just want to keep myself busy”.

“Alright, do whatever you want”, I said as I was about to leave, “Just be sure to keep your Google Map working. I don’t want you to get lost”.

I smirked.

That day Mansi did a google search for Photography classes / Studios nearby. She found one affordable studio near Ghaziabad. She took an appointment and paid the studio a visit.

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She was there by 11 am. Since Amar wasn’t at home, she had all the time to explore and she wanted to learn photography. The name of the Studio was Jhankar studio. It was located in an old building. The lane leading to it was deserted and only a few shops were open.

“Hello, I am Mansi, I called for the photography lessons”, She said entering the studio.

A middle aged man, sitting behind the desk looked up. He was busy editing a photo on the laptop. It was a semi-nude photo on a girl. Mansi took a quick view and continued.

“Please tell me about the course and fees”.

“Sure”, the man got up and waved at her,” please come in, I’ll let you know everything”.

Mansi followed in.

Inside of the studio was dark, with only a small yellow bulb at one corner. There was a small stage / podium like structure in the middle with umbrella-lights all around it.

“Please sit”, the man said.

Mansi sat on a stool near the podium. The man went and flicked on a switch. The room was now flooding with light. Mansi saw camera equipment and other things all around her.

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“So, tell me Madam”, the man sat near Mansi,” why do you want to learn photography?”.

Mansi gave him a quizzed look.

“I mean, you are more like a Model, you know”, he shrugged,” Why don’t you try Modelling? It pays more and is better than being a photographer”.

“Ahh… I never gave it a thought, sir”, Mansi said.

“Please call me Harish”, the man said as he checked her skin tone with one of this equipment, ” Your skin is perfect for Modeling, Mansi… why don’t you go for a test photoshoot now?”.

The statement was very sudden for Mansi. She had not expected of it.

She stayed silent for a while and then nodded with hesitation.

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be a normal photo-shoot. If you do great, I will teach you photography for free. Plus you get to make more money in Modelling.” Harish said as he stood up and went to the podium.

He arranged the umbrella-lights and adjusted the view.

“Please come”, he motioned Mansi to sit on the podium.

Mansi got up and sat as instructed. She was not afraid of Modelling.

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Her huband promised to send money either to repair her present house where she and her mother stayed, or built a new house of go to the town and buy a new flat and stay there. He asked Shaila to pursue her studies, she was just in Xth standard at the time of marriage. Learn computer science etc where there are chances to get good jobs.

Her husband Iqbal, did not study much. If she studied computer science there will be lot of chances to get jobs. Poor Shaila worked to pass her school exams. and joined a computer institute who taught her basics. Many boys studying with her evinced interest in her. Some tried to talk to her, some invited her to go to the cinema.

She was skilfully managed to keep all such boys away and was concentrating in her studies. By the time she was 18 and developed into a full bloomed woman. They she talked to her husband almost daily all her sexual urges were satisfied in that ten minutes talk. Iqbal cannot get leave to go home annually. He can go once in two years or sometimes once in three years.

His boss was satisfied with him and gave him substantial rise and Iqbal could save quite a lot of money. He bought a flat in the city, Otherwise how long he and his family can stay in the village where there no facilties are available. He called Shaila and told her to shift with all her luggage to the town to flat No. 313 in an apartment complex in the residential area of the town.

She was surprised. When she was returning from the computer class she went and saw the flat. It was closed and she could not go inside. In the evening she asked Iqbal how did be manage to get such a beautiful flat while working in Dubai. He said his friend Amjad only helped him.

He said that the shopping mall is close by and there is a doctor in the neighbourhood who can treat his mother. Shaila was very happy for the foresight of Iqbal. She telephoned Bhasheer and asked him to help her to see the flat purchased by her busband. Basher promised to pick her up in the evening when she comes out of the comp. class.

He came a handsome, tall youngman, with a broad smile on his face. Iqbal and Amjad studied together and when Iqbal went to gulf, Amjad tried his luck locally to do broking of real estate and flats. Shaila sat with him in the front seat. They reached the flat. Bhasheer had the key to the flat. He opened and took Shaila inside. Amjad was stunned at the beauty of Shaila.

He thought Iqbal should be a lucky man to have got a such a beautiful wife. Shaila saw the whole flat was well furnished with sofa settee in the sitting room with TV, master bedroom with a huge cot and mattress, two other rooms also with beautiful double cots, all rooms well ventilated. all rooms with attached bathrooms. Amjad was explaining to her each part of the flat.

Going around and around varius room, she was filled with satis faction and it so happened in one room when she took a sudden turn she dashed against Bhasheer. Amjad held her in his two arms and held her to prevent her from falling. She looked up and saw his smiling face and she did not try to wriggle away from his grip.

Lack sex and lack of masculine company for a long time made Shaila crazy and she seemed to have lost her senses. Amjad took advantage of her position and embraced and kissed her on her cheeks. His hands were swift to run over her, he squeezed her boobs, and then her asses, her narrow waist was just within his arm. He lowered his mouth and kissed her on her mouth.

Shaila meekly succumbed to all his advances, because the touch of his hand was sending a shiver in her body. Shaila was led to her bedroom and Amjad gently pushed her on the bed. He again embraced her and started to unhook her blouse and removed her saree. Shaila asked Amjad to remove his shirt and other pieces of clothing.

Amjad and Shaila were not lovers. But instinctively they both were attracted to each other and in her a sense of gratitude was there for having helped them to get a flat. Amjad was fascinated by her beauty and she was thrilled by his handsomeness. But her lack of sex for such a long time made her to forget reason. She for a moment for got that she was betraying her husband.

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After her first hardcore gangbang with me and my friends all of us fucked Sneha couple more times, though never all together. And I was the common factor in all those sessions. Once when I was returning to Mumbai from Bangalore I thought why not take this bitch with me to Mumbai and have more fun. So, we planned to go together, she would stay for couple weeks and return. I was sure this was going to be more fun than what I have had till now. We left on a Thursday evening in my car. As we were out of city limits I pulled Sneha to my crotch and pushed her face on to it. She immediately got to work. She unzipped me and took my soft cock into her mouth and started sucking like the whore she had become. Fifteen to twenty minutes of that heavenly mouth and I was cumming into her mouth. She gladly swallowed every drop and sucked me clean. She put my dick back in my shorts and sat back in her seat.

As we went on with the journey I wanted to try more things with her. So, I took her boobs out of her shirt and started pressing them with my left hand. Then came the idea that made our journey the most memorable one. I asked her to keep her boobs out and flash for the truck drivers passing by. She had no qualms and rolled down the window and put her beautiful mounds out for display. I made sure to slow down my car to a speed lower than the trucks so that each passing truck would get an eyeful of the beauties on display. I could see the men staring at her like their eyes would almost pop out of the sockets. There were at least 10-12 trucks that passed by before we stopped at a dhaba for supper. When I parked my car and came to the dining area I saw what was pretty much expected. About six of the truck drivers who had seen her had also stopped there, along with their cleaners, all already drunk and by the looks of it talking about the whore who was showing boobs on the road. As we went to occupy our table I could see Sneha ogling at the crowd and getting excited. I was sure she was thinking what I was. As I looked on at the crowd, one of the helpers, probably about 14-15 years of age looked at us and couldn’t take his eyes off the beauty sitting with me.

I signalled him to come over to our table and he immediately was standing in front of me staring shamelessly at Sneha. I asked him if he liked what he saw on the road and he said hell yes. I told him to go ask the others if they all wanted to see more. If they did want they should come to the back of the dhaba in half hour. When the boy went back and conveyed the message to the group they could hardly believe what they heard and they all looked at our table. I just put my hands around my bitch and held out both the boobs over her shirt and squeezed them. Sneha gave a low moan and her trademark seductive smile. The next half hour passed painfully slow as we finished our supper and went behind the dhaba to wait for the men to arrive. After we reached I wanted to ask Sneha if she knew what she was getting into and if she’s ready, but by then the group was already there. Almost everybody with beer in hand looking like they would eat her up tonight. Almost all were physically well built except for the two muslims who could hardly be 15. But they did look big for their age too. There were a total of 10 lust filled cocks straining to get out and fill Sneha in all her holes!

They all watched without batting an eye lid as I put my hands up my whore’s shirt and played with her boobs. She pressed her ass on to my dick and started licking her lips making moaning sounds looking at each and every man in the eyes before checking his crotch. I now slowly raised her shirt up and above her boobs and took it off. The men liked what they saw as they started whistling and even calling her a perfect whore. It appeared like she was in too much heat as she couldn’t wait for me to take off her skirt and pulled it down in no time showing the men probably their first shaved cunt. I put my hand around her pussy pressing her flowing hole hard and told her in the ear “Tonight you have all the fun you want, tomorrow I have bigger plans!” and pinched her nipples as I pushed her towards the men.

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Also we were from different faiths, she being a Christian and I a Hindu. Our families, both hers and mine, were completely against this alliance. But we stood by each other and got married. We cut all formal ties with our families and moved to Mumbai immediately after marriage. Susan, now a 30 year old, has a great body – she is slim with 36B cups and her hips are exceptionally broad. She is a bit on the shorter side and a her skin color cannot be called ‘fair’ – but that just adds to the sexiness about Susan.

She was an object of desire for every male at work before I got lucky. I don’t know what Susan saw in me – as I am physically not well-endowed. I did not carry a great personality either. When I worked under Susan before our marriage, I used to address her as ‘madam’. I actually used to fear her for her seniority – even though I had fallen in love with this beautiful Indian lady. But gradually Susan perhaps began to understand my feelings towards her and one day she herself asked if I wanted to go out with her for dinner.

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I was delighted with the offer and we visited the best Chinese restaurant in the town. Things gradually started moving and in 4 months since that dinner, Susan and I tied the knot. It was not a “Big-Fat-Indian-Wedding”, but a 30 minute appointment at a registrar’s office. The same evening we board a train to Mumbai to start a new chapter in our lives.

We reached Mumbai the following morning. We checked into a hotel and spent the night together. It was my first night with Susan – that too in a new place. I was nervous. Before we got married Susan had honestly told me that she was not a virgin, but I was one. I did not know how to do ‘it’. The moment Susan took off her jeans, I panicked. I told her that I was not prepared.

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Susan just smiled at me and she went to sleep. Things did not progress for the next one week, when we were in the hotel. During those seven days, we joined our respective offices (we did not work in the same organization anymore) and started searching for a house to move into. We finally found one near a slum. The place was not considered safe for ladies, but Susan was a bold character and she insisted we moved into the house. And we did.

On the first night in our new house, Susan asked if I was ready to finally lose my virginity. She slowly took off my clothes and made me stand naked in front of her. I was feeling shy and could not look eye-to-eye with Susan. I tried to cover my penis with both by hands. Susan, who was sitting by the bed, pulled me closer to her and looked closely at my penis. At just two inches, my penis was very small – even smaller than a school boy’s. Susan smiled. She asked me to come to the bed.

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Then Susan gradually took off her clothes and she laid completely naked. I was beginning to sweat.

But Susan said, “Relax Venkat. Don’t worry. You don’t have to do anything. Just press my legs – I am a bit tired.”. I was relieved at the thought that I would not have to appear for the ‘test’ and said, “Yes madam”. Maybe it was due to my nervousness that I addressed Susan as ‘madam’ again after so many months.

Susan giggled and said, “That is cute. You can keep calling me madam.” I started pressing Susan’s legs and she read a magazine.

After sometime, Susan asked me (still reading the magazine),”Venkat! I told you that I had sex before, didn’t I?”

I replied, “Yes madam. You did.”

“I had sex with our driver when I was at school. He was a well-built Muslim man with a huge cock – unlike you. You know he even got me pregnant once and I had to undergo an abortion. After that, my father fired him from his job. But I still miss him. I don’t think I will ever be sexually satisfied by you.”

Surprisingly, this revelation actually got me excited. My penis hardened hearing that my newlywed wife Susan was once impregnated by her driver – that too when she was at school.

“You did not tell me you had got pregnant madam, but I can understand how much you must be missing a real man like him.”, I said and my small penis started to harden gradually.

“I think we should find a real man for my sexual needs. Someone who can fuck me regularly and you can also learn from him.”, Susan said calmly – her eyes still fixed in the magazine while I continued t press her smooth legs.

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“Yes madam.”, I said at a low voice. Without saying anything directly, we were entering into a cuckold and hot wife relationship – and that too me never fucking my wife. Susan turned her head towards me and looked at my penis – which was fully erect by then.

“I knew you would like it. That is why I married you. My lovely husband!”, Susan said, “Now come. Give me a kiss on my toes to express your love.”

I did exactly how Susan ordered.

Susan smiled and said, “And make me a promise. You will remain a virgin all your life.”

“I promise madam.”, I said, again kissing Susan’s toes.

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That night changed our lives forever.

We were both happy – Susan was excited at the fact that she will have the freedom to have sex with any men she wanted and will still have a loving and loyal husband like me at home.

I was also happy with the arrangement as I had understood that I was nothing more than a cuckold and my hot wife Susan deserved better men than me.

Two months later, we bought a car and hired a Muslim driver named Khalid, who used to live in the nearby slum. Khalid was tall, dark and had the physique of a body builder. He was around 40 years old and had three wives and 10 children. Of course when we hired him we knew that we were not hiring him just to drive our car.

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Susan had handpicked him from a few really well-endowed men who had applied for the job. We knew our life was heading towards a really exciting phase.

Almost a month passed by since Khalid was hired. Then came the day that changed everything for us – forever. It was a Sunday. We did not have office and normally on Sundays Khalid was not required on duty. Susan asked me to call Khalid and invite him to have dinner with us. My heart started to beat hard in excitement as I started to speculate what was on store.

I called Khalid and asked him to come over. Khalid was initially hesitant as it is not common in India for people, who are traditionally categorized as low income class, to dine with ‘superior’ classes.

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But when I insisted, Khalid agreed. He came home sharp at 7 PM – dressed much well than he normally did while on driver’s duty. He was wearing a pathan dress. I welcomed Khalid into the living room and he sat down on the sofa. I was in my shorts and a T. Khalid and I started chatting and he thanked me for the wonderful gesture. He said it would be his first meal with people of our stature. We kept talking for about fifteen minutes and then Susan walked into the living room.

I froze the moment I saw Susan. She was wearing a white mini skirt that ended at least 10 inches above her knee – completely exposing her smooth thighs and a sleeveless pink top. In India, that kind of dress is very uncommon and particularly for a man like Khalid, I would not be surprised if it was the first time he had seen a woman in that kind of a dress. Susan walked up to Khalid and gave him a welcome hug thanking him for coming over.

Khalid was probably feeling a bit awkward from within, but he didn’t show anything outside. Maybe these are the things that separate a real man from sissies. Susan sat down next to Khalid and they started chatting.

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She asked him about his personal life and joked how he manages three wives. Every now and then Susan was deliberately touching Khalid’s body – she would casually hold his arms, put her hands on his thighs and even touched his chest once. Khalid too was settling down and he too probably was beginning to understand that he can freely make some advances with Susan without any resistance.

Khalid made his first real bold move when he placed his hand on Susan’s thighs and asked if she was comfortable wearing such a dress in front of her employee. Susan giggled and said that she always dressed like that at home.

Khalid complemented her beauty and then he turned to me and said something that set the tone for our lives until this day.

Khalid said,”Venkat, Please go and arrange for dinner”.

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It was a simple statement, but there were a few things hidden within this –

1. Khalid called me by name, until then he used to call me ‘sir’.

2. In India, normally it is the woman of the house who takes care of food, not the man

3. It was an order, not a request.

“Oh yes. You must be hungry. I will arrange the food – until then you spend some time with Susan.”, saying this I walked into the kitchen.

I heard Susan almost laughing from behind.

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I returned to the living room after around half an hour. And I froze the moment I walked in.

Both Khalid and Susan were completely naked and Susan was sitting on Khalid’s lap. She was rubbing Khalid’s chest and Khalid was fondling her boobs.

His huge cock, at least 10 inches in length was proudly standing erect.

“So the dinner is ready Venkat?”, Khalid asked me.

I looked down on the floor in shame and nodded in affirmative.

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“Look at me Venkat.”,Khalid said. Susan giggled again.

I looked at Khalid. He planted a kiss on Susan’s lips and then he put a finger inside her ass. Susan moaned.

“Your lovely wife told me that you have never fucked her and you are still a virgin. Is that right girl?”, Khalid asked me.

“Yes master Khalid.”, I spontaneously called him ‘master’ and didn’t mind him calling me a girl.

I continued, “It is such a arousing scene to see my wife Susan naked in the arms of a real man like you, master Khalid. Please could you satisfy her the way she deserves?”.

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Saying this I removed my clothes and knelt in front of them. I said, “Master Khalid, i will never be able to fuck Susan with my small penis. Please fuck her. I beg you.”

Both Susan and Khalid laughed when they saw my penis.

Khalid said, “That is the tiniest penis I have ever seen. Even my 10 year old son has a bigger tool than this. You should not call yourself a man. Go and wear a pair of Susan’s bra and panties. Go now.”

Susan busted out laughing – Khalid’s finger was still inside her ass. “Go Venkat. Be a good girl.”, Susan said.

I went back into the bedroom. Picked up a pair of pink bra and panties and put them on. I also applied some lipstick – even though I was not ordered to do that. I was getting into my place in the ‘family’.

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I returned to the living room and this time Susan was kneeling on the floor, between Khalid’s legs, and she was sucking his huge cock.

When she realized my presence, Susan turned to look at me and smiled.

“She is looking so cute, isn’t it Khalid?”, asked Susan.

“You can have lesbian sex with her.”, said Khalid as he busted out laughing.

I also shyly smiled – like a little girl as I watched my beautiful wife suck our black, muscular driver’s dick. After minutes of hungrily sucking Khalid’s cock, Susan climbed onto the sofa and this time she sat on Khalid’s lap crossing her legs around his waist.

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She looked at me, smiled and slowly guided Khalid’s cock into her pussy.

Khalid looked at me and said, “Now you will see how a man fucks a woman. Come closer for a better view.”

I went closer and sat on the floor – between Khalid’s legs and looked at Khalid’s penis fully inside Susan’s pussy.

Khalid slowly started to fuck her and Susan moaned in ecstasy. They passionately kissed each other as I looked on. Gradually Khalid picked up pace and started ramming my wife like a wild stallion.

Susan started screaming in a mixture of pleasure and pain. This went on for at least fifteen minutes and Susan orgasm at least twice during the period. Finally Khalid exploded with a huge cry.

He came inside Susan.

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They both lied in each other’s arms for a few minutes. And then Susan got down and stood in front of me. I was still kneeling down on the floor. Khalid’s cum started to drip out of Susan’s pussy.

I spontaneously licked cum out of Susan. Susan and Khalid looked at each other and smiled. They knew I have fully understood my place.

After that we had dinner together. Susan sat on Khalid’s lap during dinner – both remained naked throughout the evening. They even had food from the same plate and fed each other sometimes.

I looked on with a hardened dick, but I was scared to even ask Susan if I could relieve myself inside her.

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This was just the beginning of a new life for us.

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