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When I opened my eyes, it was 9 am. The night finally ended but not my ordeal. There was none in the drawing-room. I went to our bedroom. Joey was sleeping, completely naked.
I heard some sounds from the bathroom. So, I opened the door and saw Rinki screwing Diya in the shower from behind. I could understand Diya submitting herself to Joey. That was completely my fault. But what made her fuck with Rinki?
I took my boxer shorts, wore them, and went to the kitchen to make tea for myself. After almost an hour, all, i.e. Diya, Rinki and Joey, came out. All were fully clad. Diya was wearing a pyjama and t-shirt, but it was evident that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.
Rinki first hugged and then kissed Diya. Then Joey. Joey’s hug and kiss lasted much longer than that of Rinki. He lifted her t-shirt and fondled her boobs. Diya broke the kiss.
Diya: Now you go. Else you will be late for your meeting at 11 am.
Joey: Today. I am not in the mood to work. Instead, I want to fuck today.
Diya: Darling, you did that just 5 minutes ago.
Joey: So what? And he pulled her pyjamas down and started fingering her pussy. But Diya pulled his hand away and pulled up her pyjamas.
Diya (mischievously): You bastards have fucked me 10-12 times since last night. So nothing now. Now you go.
But I guess Joey didn’t take it that lightly.
Joey: How dare you say no to me?
Joey unzipped his pants and took out his hard erect cock. And before Diya could do anything, he pulled her pyjamas down and inserted his tool from her behind. After fucking her from behind for almost 10 minutes. He stopped and turned her around, and made her sit down.
As she sat down, he started to fuck her mouth. And in a couple of minutes, he covered her face with his cum. And then he left. Diya almost fell on the couch. As she was lying on the couch, Rinki came forth, unzipping his pants.
Diya: Rinki. No.
Rinki didn’t pay any attention to her. He calmly took off his pants. And came near Diya.
Diya: I have let you fuck me quite a few times. Far more than what was agreed upon. So now, leave. Else in the evening, it will be your ass screwed by Deven.
Rinki (spreading her legs): I won’t mind if I get to screw a horny bitch like you.
And he straightaway penetrated.
Diya screamed, “You bastard. You sonofabitch. You motherfucker.”
Rinki got more excited by her abuse, and he continued to screw her. After screwing her pussy for 10-15 minutes, he made her stand up and turn around.
Rinki: You are going to get my ass screwed, right? Alright, first save your ass. And he inserted his cock right into her asshole. Thrusting her ass repeatedly and Diya was hurling all the abuses at him. Finally, he creampied her ass. And almost threw her on the couch. He wore his pants and left.
Diya lay on the couch, exhausted and panting. After some Diya went inside, and she came out wearing a white nightie as usual. And started preparing breakfast.
Me: Diya, we need to talk.
Diya: I know what you want to talk about. I’ll narrate the whole thing, but not now. I need to hurry because there’s a grand function at greenwood lawns in the evening followed by a dinner party.
Diya: I wish you should come with me formally dressed. There’s a surprise for you. But before that, I have plenty of preparations. Rahul will reach here at any moment.
Me: Rahul? Who? One more fucker?
Diya: Well, there was no intention to have sex with me. But now I will fuck him in front of you.
I wanted to see if she fucks him or not, so I decided to stay at home. In 15 minutes, 2 guys came. Diya greeted one guy with a hug and another one with a handshake. As they entered, Diya introduced me to Rahul, the guy she hugged.
He was an average guy with ordinary looks. He was the chief fashion designer for JD fashions, Joey’s company. The assistant with him was tall and well built.
Diya: Would you like to have some tea or coffee?
Rahul: No, Diya darling, we’ll have it some other day. Let’s get to the work as I need to finish this dress in just a few hours, right?
Diya nodded positively. Then Rahul took out his phone and showed a design to her.
Rahul: Joey has selected this one for you.
Diya: No way. I can’t wear something like this.
Rahul: Well, better talk to Joey then.
And he called Joey and put the phone on speaker.
Rahul: Joey, Diya hasn’t liked the design you selected. She says she can’t wear it.
Joey: Is Diya there?
Diya: Yes. I am. The phone is on speaker
Joey: Okay. Listen. Just give the measurements to Rahul and get the dress ready.
Diya: But how can I wear something like that evening’s function?
Joey: Just listen to me and let Rahul take measurements and ask him to get it ready and deliver it to you by 5.
Diya: No. I won’t.
Joey (sternly): Can’t you understand what I am saying? Just cooperate with him, and I’ll talk to you later.
And he disconnected the call.
Rahul: Alright, should we start with measurements?
Diya: Yes, boss.
The assistant opened the bag and took out a measuring tape and a notebook. The assistant started with her shoulders, then her arms. Then he moved towards my waist. But as he took measurements and wrote in the book. Rahul shouted at him
Rahul: Randy, you are making a mistake. See, we don’t have time for initial stitching, trials, final fittings, etc. We have to make the full and final. So take the measurements perfectly and not a little gross that we usually do.
The assistant and I were not getting exactly what he meant by perfect measurements. So he stood up and went near Diya and took the waist measurement. It was 30.
Rahul: Darling, which size jeans do you normally wear?
Diya: 28.
Rahul: see. I told you. This would have been so loose around her waist. Darling, will you please remove the nighty.
He bent down and started to lift her nighty from the bottom. He lifted to her neck. To the surprise of all the three men, she was wearing only a black thong inside. Her huge melons were displayed to all the guys.
Diya: Stop this now. How dare you touch my nighty?
Rahul left my nighty. But it was above her melons, so her boobs were still directly visible to the two men who were delighted with the sight of her boobs.
Rahul: Joey wants a perfect dress, and that too on such short notice. Do you want me to inform Joey that you are not cooperating with measurements?
Diya stood speechless. And ignoring her protest, he pulled it out of her neck and threw it on the floor. The very next moment, he pulled down her panties too. She was completely naked in front of two outsiders. She tried to cover her boobs with one hand and pussy with the other.
Now Rahul was taking measurements, and the assistant was only writing down. He asked her to spread he hands wide. He measured her waist, under the boobs, exactly over the boobs. He measured the distance between two nipples. He also squeezed the boobs from the side and saw the visible cleavage line.
Then took measurements of over hips. Then her thighs. And then he measured the distance between her neck and my ass crack. And he declared he was done with measurement. She was still naked.
Now both Rahul and Randy were looking at her nude body just like a kid looks at chocolate. And somehow, I was enjoying that.
Rahul: Darling, you don’t know how difficult it is to make a dress that will enhance the charisma of such a sexy body, beautiful face, and dick-raising figure.
Diya: Rahul, do you have any ciggie?
Rahul: No. Do you want one? Which brand?
Diya: Yes. Marlboro Lights.
Rahul: Okay. Randy, will you please do the needful?
Rahul handed over some money, and Randy left.
Going to the nearest shop where he would get Marlboro lights and coming back would take at least 20-25 minutes. I was pretty sure something was cooking in her mind.
Diya: Let’s get inside, and I’ll show you my collection.
Me: You guys continue. I’ll have to go and be back in some time.
In hardly 5 minutes I came back and opened the door with the key. They were already in the bedroom. Diya deliberately kept the door open and asked him to sit on the chair with his back to the door. So that I could peep in, I could see what was going on inside.
Diya: Rahul, this is what you always dreamed of, right? You and I are alone in the house, and I am completely naked in front of you.
Rahul: not really. I mean, yes, I do admire your beauty. But that’s it. How can I forget you are my friend’s gf?
Diya: C’mon, don’t lie to me. See, I am still naked before you when I could have my clothes back. Because I trust you, you can trust me too. And what do you think, I needed a ciggie? (she showed him a pack of cigarettes in the drawer.) Tell me the truth, and I promise I won’t tell Joey.
Rahul: No. Seriously. I mean what I said. I think you misunderstand me.
Either Rahul turned out to be a complete coward, or Diya’s plan to seduce him has failed miserably.
Diya: If I am your friend’s gf, then wishing to see her nude and unnecessarily making her nude, touching her private parts unnecessarily is not just unprofessional but morally a crime, right?
Rahul: No. No. That was indeed necessary. Now Rahul seemed to be tense. He didn’t seem to be confident at all about what he said.
Diya: see, I have many custom-made designer dresses. And except one or two, all of them fitted perfectly in the trial and required no further alteration. Yet none of the designers or tailors made me nude under the pretext of taking measurements.
Diya: I don’t know what’s cooking in Joey’s mind overdress. But I know that when Joey asked me to cooperate with you. It didn’t mean he allowed you to fulfil your lusty desires in his absence. Now you think what will happen if I tell all this to Joey?
Rahul understood he was caught. But somehow, he got some courage.
Rahul: Do you think Joey will believe what you tell him?
Rahul was sweating now. But still tried to act smart to cover up himself.
Rahul: see, Diya. Yes, you are right. I wanted to see you naked. I wanted to see your true beauty in its purest form. So, I felt I had the opportunity, and I took that. I know very well that you are Joey’s whore rather than his gf. Almost everyone in Joey’s office knows what kind of fallen woman you are.
Despite being called a whore and a fallen woman, Diya was calm. She opened her cupboard, brought out a file, and showed it to Rahul. Rahul saw that. And he was terrified. He stood up from the chair and held her feet.
Rahul: Please forgive me, Diya darling. I beg you.
Diya (in a stern voice): Shut up, you bastard. I am not your darling. I am your boss. So call me ma’am.
I sensed that she had some sinister plans for him. She simply put her foot on his head.
Diya: So do you agree to do whatever I tell you to do?
Rahul: Yes, of course. Anything you say.
She handed over her cellphone to him.
Diya: Now record your confession here on my mobile and also record, ‘Madam, now I am your dog, and I will do whatever you tell me.’
Rahul recorded it.
Diya: Now show me your dick. Then I’ll decide what to do with you.
Rahul opened his pants. His dick was too small. Hardly 3 inches. Diya started laughing.
Diya (still laughing): You were dreaming of fucking me with such a tiny cock?
Rahul: Yes. Give it a try, and you won’t regret it.
Diya: But if you don’t make me cum with that little tool, you will regret it. Are you ready?
Diya started licking his tiny cock. She was playing with his ball with one hand. In a few minutes, he cum in her hand. She wiped all the cum off his shirt.
Diya: You didn’t last even a few minutes. And that’s bad news for you. Debu darling, why don’t you just come in.
I entered the room. Diya made Rahul stand on his four legs, and then she spanked his ass quite a few times. While she was spanking his ass,
Diya: Debu, why don’t you give your sausage to this dog.
I took out my pants and gave my dick into his mouth. He started sucking my cock. While he was sucking my cock, Diya poured some hair oil on his ass and started fingering his ass. Then she went out of the room. Rahul stopped sucking my cock.
After a long humiliation last night, I found someone to vent my frustration. As he stopped sucking, I slapped him hard. I went to the backside and started fucking his ass. While assfucking him, I spanked his ass very hard. He was crying. I felt pity for him because I was in that position just yesterday.
So I left his ass and came back to his mouth. Then I cummed in his mouth. She took him to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the commode with her legs spread apart.
Me: Now lick it. Finger it and make me cum.
Rahul started licking it. In between, he inserted his finger. He teased her clit. And in 5-7 minutes, she reached the climax. And she squirted all over his face. Followed by a warm golden pee all over his face. During the peeing, she asked him to open his mouth.
He did that, and she peed directly into his mouth like she had peed in my mouth yesterday. Just then, the doorbell rang. Diya hurriedly wore a bathrobe and went to open the door. It was Randy. Randy handed over the cigarette packet to her. She opened it and lit one ciggie from it.
Just then, Rahul came out of the bedroom and both left. After the two went, Diya looked at her phone.
Diya (to herself): Oh shit. So many missed calls.
Then she started calling people. Most of the people were completely unknown to me. She made at least 15-20 calls. To most callers, she said, “Thank you so much. I need your support in future as well.” or “See you in the evening.” etc. I was completely baffled. Then she came to me.
Diya: alright, so you want to know how your shy, homely wife became a slut overnight?
And then she started.
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