Arun, a 28-year-old software engineer in Bangalore, was crazy about his wife, Monika, a drop-dead gorgeous 27-year-old who made every guy’s dick twitch. They’d been married for 18 months, together for three years before that, and Arun still drooled over her like a horny teenager. Her beauty was unreal – long black hair, fair skin, and a curvy body that screamed “fuck me.”
Arun loved showing her off, dreaming of other guys lusting after her, their cocks hard for his wife. Monika knew about his kinky cuck fantasies even before marriage and played along, teasing him in bed about which of his friends would fuck her tonight or getting railed by strangers while he watched. She too started enjoying these, her pussy wet as they fucked and whispered such dirty talk.
Monika was a petite 5’2” stunner, her perky C-cup tits perfect, always making other women jealous. Her skin was so fair you could see faint blue veins on her hands, thighs, and deep cleavage, like a map to her hot body.
Her curvy hips and tight ass made heads turn, and her shaved pussy, barely hidden by tiny thongs, drove Arun wild. She loved attention and often wore tight, slutty outfits to feed his fetish, smirking when guys stared, knowing it got Arun’s dick throbbing.
Tonight, they were headed to a Diwali party thrown by Arun’s boss, Raj, at a fancy farmhouse outside Bangalore. Monika spent the afternoon getting ready, and fuck, she looked like a walking wet dream.
Monika stood naked in their bedroom, the mirror reflecting every inch of her fuckable body. Her long black hair fell past her shoulders, brushing her perky C-cup tits, the perfect pink nipples hard from the AC’s chill. Her fair skin glowed under the soft light, veins faintly visible.
She ran her hands over her flat stomach, fingers trailing to her curvy hips, feeling her butter-soft skin. Her ass was wide enough to grab and fuck hard. Her shaved pussy was smooth, lips pink and already a little wet, thinking about the party. Her clit was peeking out like it was begging for a tongue.
She turned, checking her tight ass in the mirror, the cheeks round and firm, perfect for spanking. “Arun’s gonna lose his shit,” she thought, smirking, “and every guy there will want to fuck me.”
She picked a red dress, slutty and tight, the top hugging her curves like a second skin. The deep V-neck showed off her C-cup cleavage, her tits bouncing with every step, veins faintly visible under her fair skin, screaming for hands to grope.
The dress’s bottom was flowy, and its short hem ended hardly 5 inches below her ass, and she slipped on a black thong, the thin strip riding up her crack, ready to flash if she moved too fast.
She slid into black heels, making her legs look longer, thighs begging to be spread. She dabbed perfume on her neck and between her tits, the sweet scent mixing with her natural musk, a smell that’d make any guy’s cock hard.
Her makeup was bold – red lipstick, dark eyeliner, making her eyes pop like she was ready to suck dick or get fucked. She twirled, the dress lifting to show her thong-clad ass, and grinned, knowing she could tease the hell out of Arun tonight, ensuring he comes back like a hungry beast later to fuck her when they are back.
And she was right, the moment Arun saw her, he got an instant hard-on. Monika knew Arun well by now and noticed his hard-on.
She cheekily went up to Arun, grabbed his cock over his pants to squeeze and tease him, pointing her eyes to her own dress and cleavage, “It’s not for you, hubby… it’s for your colleagues and boss.”
She had no idea her innocent tease to Arun would soon be her reality.
They pulled up to the farmhouse, a lavish place glowing with Diwali lights. The cold Bangalore wind was blowing through the open lawn. The setup was rich – bars with whiskey and cocktails, tables loaded with food, and colorful lanterns swaying in the breeze.
The lawn was adorned with multiple small tent-like setups made of semi-transparent white cloth for folks to chat away from the noise.
In the excitement of the party, Monika forgot that the party was outdoors and she would need a jacket. She shivered, her nipples poking through the thin red dress, the cold air hitting her bare thighs.
“Fuck, should’ve brought a coat,” she thought, but Arun’s hungry stare told her she looked too hot to cover up.
Inside, the crowd was Arun’s coworkers, seniors, his boss Raj, and other office wives like Meena and Nisha with their husbands. Soft music played, and the cocktail bar got everyone loose.
For the first 30 minutes, people mingled, chatted, and exchanged the customary greetings. Monika’s dress hugged her tits and ass, every step making her curves bounce, guys stealing looks at her cleavage and thighs.
Arun felt his cock twitch, loving how his wife drew eyes, but he was nervous too – Raj was there, and that guy was bad news.
Raj, Arun’s boss, looked like a charming bastard – good-looking, smooth-talking, but a total snake. Everyone knew he fucked around, banging the wives of managers to keep them in line. Play ball, you got promoted; say no, you got fired.
His latest toy was Anchal, his hot 22-year-old secretary, whom he fucked in the office almost daily, her moans loud enough to hear through the walls. Anchal was bold, her tight ass and B-cup tits always on display.
As the music got louder, the vibe shifted. Drinks flowed, and people hit the dance floor. Arun and Monika joined in, her body grinding against his, her dress riding up occasionally to flash her thong, the black strip teasing her ass cheeks.
Guys watched, cocks stirring as she moved, her tits bouncing, cleavage glistening with sweat. The cold wind blew through the open lawn, making her shiver, her nipples hard as fuck, poking through the dress. Arun’s dick throbbed, but jealousy crept in as he saw guys eyeing her.
The dance got wilder, couples swapping partners. Vikram, Arun’s coworker, grabbed Monika, pulling her close, his hands on her curvy hips. He whispered something double-meaning and she giggled, sipping the strong drink he gave her. The booze hit hard, warming her body, loosening her up.
Vikram’s hands slid lower, brushing her ass, fingers grazing her thong through the dress, sending shivers up her spine. Her pussy got wet, the schlick of her juices faint as she moved.
“Fuck, this is hot,” she thought, glancing at Arun, who looked torn – jealous but hard as hell.
While she had teased a lot of guys with provocative dressing, it was the first time she felt the hands of another man on her bare ass skin.
More guys cut in. Sanjay, another coworker, pulled Monika tight, grinding his hard cock against her from the front, his hand cupping her ass, squeezing the firm cheek. She moaned softly, the booze melting her inhibitions, her body pressing back, pussy throbbing.
The dress rode up, flashing her thong and ass, the whoosh of wind making it worse, guys staring as her curves jiggled. Arun watched, his cock aching, wanting to stop it but too turned on, his head spinning from too many drinks his colleagues kept offering him.
He too briefly danced with Meena, Nisha, Anchal, and a few others, but his eyes stayed on Monika, whose body passed around like a prize at the party.
Arun stumbled to the bar, dizzy as fuck, and bumped into Raj. Raj grinned, grabbing his shoulder. “Chill, Arun… you’re wasted,” he said, laughing. “Take this pill, it’ll help.”
Arun, blurry and out of it, swallowed it, not thinking. Raj clapped his back.
“Sit down, enjoy the show.”
Arun slumped into a chair, head heavy, eyes locked on Monika. She was dancing with another guy, her dress slipping up as guys deliberately twirled her around to steal glimpses of her spotless ass.
Arun’s cock throbbed, but the pill hit, making him woozy. His vision blurred, and he passed out, Monika’s moans echoing in his head as she was led toward the back rooms by a group of guys, her dress half-off, hair wild. He didn’t understand if it’s real or his mind running wild.
The party was buzzing with drunk laughter, dance, and Diwali lights. Raj, the boss, stepped up, his grin eyes scanning the crowd like a predator.
“Alright, you horny bastards… let’s play a game!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the music, making heads turn.
Raj laid out the rules, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on Monika.
“Here’s how it works,” he said, sipping his drink, his voice dripping with sleaze. “All the men go to these little tents. When the music stops, every woman picks the closest room and walks in. No hesitating, ladies.”
The men grinned, dicks already twitching in their pants, eyeing the women’s curves. Among the girls and women who agreed to play, most had already been fucked by Raj. Some for their promotion, some for their husband’s.
“Each guy gets 100 tokens,” Raj went on, holding up a shiny gold coin, tossing it in the air with a clink. “Girls, you gotta convince the men to give you as many as possible. And trust me, they’ll want favors. You know what I mean.”
He winked, and the crowd laughed, low and dirty, the women’s faces flushing, some licking their lips.
Monika shifted, not sure what to make of it, and decided to go with the flow. The men’s eyes locked on her, hungry, knowing they’d make her work for those tokens – kissing, touching, maybe more.
The air stank of lust, mixed with the sour sweat of horny guys and the sweet perfume of the women.
Raj leaned in, his voice lower, teasing.
“When the music starts again, you get a 10-second countdown to collect tokens.” He paused, letting it sink in, the crowd buzzing with excitement.
Meena adjusted her top, showing more cleavage, while Nisha swayed her hips, both ready to play – Raj had fucked them into submission before. Anchal tossed her hair, her eyes saying, “I’ll outfuck all of you bitches.”
Monika’s heart raced, her pussy wet, caught between fear and the thrill of being wanted.
“And the prize?” Raj grinned, raising his glass. “The woman with the most tokens wins a fully paid couple’s trip to Bali. Fuck, maybe you’ll screw on the beach!”
The crowd roared, cheering, the men clapping, already imagining the women begging for their tokens. The women giggled, some nervously, others with a glint in their eyes, their past fucks with Raj making them eager to please.
The clink of glasses and horny cheers filled the room, the cold wind blowing harder, making Monika’s nipples poke through her dress.
Arun, high as fuck and dizzy from Raj’s pill, sat slumped in a chair, his head spinning but his cock hard. He saw through the game’s bullshit – it was a trap to take advantage of Monika and the other ladies. What he didn’t know was that Raj and his sleazy buddies planned this shit just a little earlier, plotting to gang up on Monika’s hot body, her perky tits, and tight pussy, their real prize.
Round 1:
The music started and the ladies started moving around, swaying their bodies, making seductive gestures as they passed in front of the tents. As the music cut off, Monika’s heart pounded as she slipped into the nearest tent.
Inside, there was a couch and a dim light, the tent’s cloth showing blurry shapes of the party outside, like a voyeuristic show. Rahul, Arun’s junior colleague, stood there, eyes burning with lust, his cock bulging in his tight pants.
Rahul stepped close, his breath hot, reeking of whiskey.
“Damn, Monika, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he growled, pulling her against him, his hands slow and teasing on her curvy hips.
His fingers traced her back, grazing the sides of her perky tits, her nipples stiffening, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her pussy got wet, her fair skin tingling under his touch.
“This is so wrong, but fuck, it’s hot,” she thought, glancing at the tent’s cloth, knowing their shadows are visible to people outside.
Rahul’s fingers slid lower from her back, brushing the hem of her dress, teasing just under it, inches from her thong.
“You want this, don’t you?” he whispered, his lips close to her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She whimpered, her body arching, pussy throbbing, but the 10-second countdown hit, a voice yelling “Time’s up!”
Monika pulled back, heart racing, her clit pulsing with need. Rahul smirked, tossing her 5 tokens with a clink.
“Next time, I’m tasting you,” he teased, eyeing her cleavage.
Arun watched from his chair, faking a blackout from Raj’s pill, his cock throbbing in his pants. Seeing Monika slip into Rahul’s tent sent a jolt of jealousy and horny excitement through him.
“My wife’s letting him touch her,” he thought, picturing Rahul’s hands on her soft tits, her ass jiggling. He wanted to stop it, save her, but his dick ached, loving her naughtiness. His heart pounded, torn between love and his cuck fetish, the whoosh of wind outside matching his heavy breaths.
Round 2:
The music started again, and Monika danced, her dress swirling, flashing her thong with every twirl. When it stopped, she stumbled into another tent, her heels clicking, heart racing.
Vikram, Arun’s coworker who’d been eye-fucking her all night, grinned wickedly. The tent’s dim light made her fair skin glow, the semi-transparent cloth showing their shadows to the crowd outside.
Vikram pulled her close, his hands bold, sliding over her dress, tracing her delicious-looking boobs, thumbs brushing her hard nipples through the thin fabric.
“Fuck, Monika… these tits are perfect,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her, his tongue hot and greedy, exploring her mouth with a wet kiss.
Monika, buzzed from booze, melted into him, her fingers running through his hair, a soft moan slipping out as her pussy soaked her thong.
Vikram’s hands slid lower, teasing the edge of her dress, moved his hands under the skirt and then grabbed her thong and ripped it off with a sharp snap, leaving her pantyless, her shaved pussy bare under the flowy hem.
The crowd outside gasped, catching glimpses of their silhouettes.
Vikram’s fingers grazed her pussy, slick with juices, and he whispered, “You’re so fucking wet, Monika. You love this, don’t you?”
She moaned, husky and needy, “Please, Vikram, touch me more,” her body arching, clit throbbing under his teasing fingers.
He pushed her to her knees, unzipping his pants, his hard cock springing free, the musky scent hitting her nose.
“Suck it, baby, show me you want it,” he growled.
Monika’s lips wrapped around his shaft, tongue swirling, her slurp loud in the tent, her moans vibrating as she sucked, his hands tangling in her long hair.
Vikram groaned, “Fuck, that’s good,” thrusting gently, her lips glossy with pre-cum.
The countdown hit, “Ten seconds!” and Monika tried to pull back, but Vikram held her head tight to his crotch and in one or two more thrusts, he came in her mouth.
Vikram tossed her 25 tokens, the clink echoing, smirking, “I’m gonna cum in all your holes next time.”
Arun, in his corner, eyes wide, watched Vikram’s hands on Monika’s tits, his heart racing with jealousy and lust.
“He’s touching her bare pussy,” he thought, imagining her wet lips under Vikram’s fingers, her mouth on his cock. When her thong ripped, a wave of shock and excitement hit him, his cock so hard it hurt.
He wanted to stop it, but he was glued to the chair, picturing himself in Vikram’s place, Monika’s warm mouth sucking him off.
“She even swallowed his load,” he thought. The tent’s shadows showed every move, driving his cuck fetish wild, the thud of his heart loud in his ears.
Round 3:
The game got hotter. The music stopped, and Monika, pantyless, her dress barely covering her wet pussy, slipped into another tent, her heels clicking, thighs slick.
Sanjay, Arun’s senior colleague, waited, his eyes smug, knowing what Vikram got. He guided her to her knees with a grin, unzipping his pants, his hard cock popping out, the musky smell strong.
“You know what to do, Monika,” he said, voice low and dirty. She did, her lips wrapping around his shaft, tongue swirling, hands cupping his balls, the slurp of her sucking filling the tent.
Her moans vibrated against him, her pussy dripping, the drip of her juices hitting the ground as she worked him.
Sanjay groaned, “Fuck, you’re good, slut,” his hands gripping her hair, thrusting gently.
In just 20 seconds, he came, hot cum flooding her mouth, catching her off guard. She gulped it down, a few drops spilling, trickling down her chin with a drip, her red lipstick smudged.
Sanjay tossed her 15 tokens.
Arun’s cock ached, watching Monika suck Sanjay off, the shadows showing her head bobbing, her lips wet with cum.
“She’s swallowing another load,” he thought, jealousy burning, but his dick throbbing, imagining the salty taste on her tongue. He wanted to stop it, but his cuck lust kept him frozen, the whoosh of wind outside matching his ragged breaths.
He noticed Raj step out, giving a sly nod to the music guy, a signal that something dirtier was coming, but Arun was too high, too horny, to figure it out.
The music started, but this time dragging on longer, the farmhouse pulsing with drunk lust. Monika swayed with the other ladies, her red dress barely clinging, flowy hem flashing her bare pussy – thong ripped off by Vikram earlier. Her nipples strained against her red bra, clit throbbing with the heat inside her, fighting with the cold wind she could feel on her bare pussy every.
The music stopped as she stood right in front of Raj’s tent, Arun’s sleazy boss. Her heart hammered, whispers of Raj’s dominance echoing in her head. She hesitated, then stepped inside, heels clicking, the dim light casting their shadows on the semi-transparent tent cloth, a filthy show for the crowd outside.
Raj loomed, tall and commanding, eyes glinting with raw hunger, his musky cologne choking the air.
“You’re mine, Monika,” he growled, yanking her close, hands gripping her curvy hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh with a squeeze.
His hard cock pressed through his pants, grinding against her bare pussy under the dress’s hem, her juices dripping with a drip. Monika gasped, pussy throbbing, fair skin flushing, veins faintly visible under candlelight.
“This is so fucked up, but I’m soaked,” she thought, shame battling her arousal.
Raj ripped her dress’s strap, yanking it down to her waist, leaving her in just her red bra, her tits barely contained, ass exposed.
The crowd outside that didn’t play the game gasped, muttering bets, “Fuck, she’s naked!”
“Raj’s gonna ruin her!”, their voices sharp through the tent’s cloth.
He lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist, grinding his bulge harder, the thud of his hips against her slick pussy echoing.
“Beg for my cock.”
Monika whimpered, pussy gushing, the schlick loud as his fingers slid under her dress, teasing her swollen lips, circling her clit.
“Please, Raj, fuck me,” she moaned, voice shaky, hating herself but craving it.
He unzipped his pants, his thick, veiny cock springing free, pre-cum glistening, musky scent hitting her nose. With a wicked grin, he pushed her against the couch, yanking the dress up, her bare pussy and tight asshole fully exposed to his gaze, the crowd’s cheers louder outside.
Raj thrust into her pussy, hard and deep, the thwack of his hips against her ass ringing out, her wet walls stretching around his shaft.
Monika cried out, nails digging into the couch, the creak of fabric mixing with her moans.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Raj growled, pounding her, his cock hitting deep, her pussy gushing with each thrust, juices dripping to the floor with a splash.
Her mind spiraled, “Arun’s okay with teasing, but this? His office will destroy him – everyone’ll know I’m Raj’s slut,” her shame fueling her arousal, pussy clenching tighter.
The tent shook, shadows showing her ass jiggling, the crowd roaring, “Fuck her harder, Raj!”
He spun her around, bending her over, her hands gripping a tent pole, ass up. He took a large load of his saliva and mixed it with the already flowing juices of Monika on his dick and slammed it right into her ass. His cock stretched her tight hole, her screams raw as he pounded, his fingers rubbing her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
Raj’s pace quickened, his groans filling the tent, the slap of his balls against her ass relentless.
“You’re my whore now, too,” he taunted, leaning in, tongue licking her neck, tasting her sweat and perfume, his kiss swallowing her moans.
Monika’s body shook, orgasm building, pussy and ass stretched to the limit. After five minutes of hard fucking, Raj came, hot cum flooding her ass with a gush, dripping down her thighs, mixing with her juices.
He gave a thumbs up, and the countdown finally hit, “Ten seconds!”
As Monika tried to recover, he tossed her 40 tokens, “You’re the best slut yet, Monika. Go win it.”
He shoved her out, dress torn at her waist, bra barely holding her tits, bare pussy and cum-dripping ass flashing as she stumbled into the cold wind, the crowd’s gasps and cheers deafening, her mind a haze of lust and shame.
Arun watched, cock harder than ever, cumming in his pants without touching, the load soaking his boxers.
“My wife’s fucked raw by Raj, bare for everyone,” he thought, jealousy and lust crashing, picturing her stretched holes, cum leaking down her thighs.
His eyes blurred, mind fading from the pill, but his dick stayed hard, cuck fetish screaming as the tent’s shadows burned into his brain, the crowd’s taunts – “She’s Raj’s now!” – echoing.
To be continued…
Note: I highly encourage couples to read this story together and spice up their nights.
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