My wife turns into my office’s paid slut — Part 3

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Hi friends, I am back to narrating another experience that my wife, your Bengali boudi, Roshni had to undergo. For those who do not know, Roshni is a 35-year-old dusky, busty boudi of 36-32-38.

Both of us lost our jobs during the pandemic. Later I found a job. She joined my company as a paid prostitute to boost the sales figures.

In the last story, I had narrated how your boudi returned after a night of intense fucking. All of it was recorded on her mobile. I’ll continue the story from where the last one ended and hope you all will like it.

After watching the video, I could not hold my urge to touch and fuck Roshni. But she was so tired and drunk that she barely moved. So, I finally resorted to masturbating a huge load on her big dark ass and started getting ready for office.

Before leaving, I found Roshni still sleeping half-naked, planted a kiss on her forehead, and left for office. As I entered the office, my boss, Pratap sir, summoned me to his cabin.

The moment I entered, he said, “Congratulations, Roshni has cracked her first deal. The client was so satisfied with her that he had signed a Rs 50 lakh deal with us. Keep encouraging your wife to work with the same dedication, and don’t worry about money. I am sure she will soon be buried in notes.”

I smiled and thanked Pratap sir for the job and left his cabin. I went back to my table and started working. Somehow, I could not concentrate as my mind kept traveling to the video. Roshni was behaving like a professional prostitute. I could almost visualize Roshni swinging her ass in front of my eyes!

That huge, dark ass ahhh! How I would love to bang her right now. I was turned on thinking about her. I visited the toilet twice to masturbate and somehow continued with my work.

Around 3 pm, while I was still at work, I suddenly saw Roshni walk into the office in a saree. There was something different in her body language. She was not looking anywhere. Her eyes were fixated at Pratap sir’s cabin. She even passed my table without even talking to me.

I tried to talk to her. But she gave me a ‘not right now’ look and stormed into Pratap sir’s room. I kept gazing in that direction. Within minutes I heard a commotion inside the cabin. I could hear Roshni raising her voice and Pratap sir doing the same.

I wondered what went wrong and why did Roshni start shouting at all? For once, I even stood up to go to the cabin. But then I told myself that come what may, she is an employee too, and she will deal it her way.

The arguments continued for a while. After some time, I saw our office servant Ramesh enter the room. I gulped down a breath. I was reminded of how Ramesh had fucked Roshni with his big, hairy, and smelly tool on the interview day.

Luckily, I saw him leave in a while, and I thanked god. But pretty soon, Roshni, too, left the cabin and started following Ramesh. I tried to talk to her again, but there was hardly any chance. The two walked out of the office floor. I saw them walking down.

In some more time, I saw Pratap sir follow the two outside. I wondered what was going on. I called |Roshni on her phone, but she disconnected it. She didn’t even reply to my WhatsApp texts. I didn’t know what was happening, but I couldn’t concentrate anymore.

I stepped out of the office door and stood at the balcony, and lit a cigarette. While taking puffs, I thought about what could have happened. Why did Roshni storm into Pratap sir’s cabin like that? What were the two fighting about, and where did they all go?

I was thinking all this when I heard a sound of cheering coming from the servant’s quarter. Around afternoon the servants and the drivers are usually free. They often gather at some room for either a round of cards or some cricket and football match.

The cheering was typical, with some shouting while others were whistling. My mind was too preoccupied. I thought I wouldn’t be able to work till I got to know where Roshni was. So I decided to walk down to the servants’ quarters and watch the match with them.

With a few puffs left, I kept dragging the fag and climbing down the staircase. Once on the ground floor, I took a sharp turn towards the left to walk towards the quarters. With every step closer, their cheering seemed to grow louder.

The lot was gathered at Ramesh’s room today. So I straightaway walked into his room. The moment I opened the door, I was stunned at what I saw! And it took me a while to realize what was happening. Once back to my senses, I saw the room filled with all the company’s drivers and servants.

They were 13 of them in total, along with Pratap sir. All of them had two things in common. First, none of them had their pants on, and second, they all had lust in their eyes for a naked woman who was now riding one of the drivers, sucking another and giving handjob to a third.

A fourth, a servant, was poking her asshole and slapping her big ass. The woman was none other than Roshni, my wife! I could not fathom what my eyes were seeing. Before I could realize what was happening, Pratap sir walked up to me.

He kept his hand on my shoulders and said, “What a blessing your wife is, but she doesn’t know how to behave in an office. This is her punishment for shouting at me despite signing a bond where she gave her full consent to be used in any way the company chooses to.”

I was listening to Pratap sir. But my eyes were fixated on my wife who was getting banged by a pack of hungry dogs and swinging her ass in a way a pornstar would. A servant quickly walked up behind Roshni, took some spit on his finger, and applied it to her asshole.

Even before she could adjust her ass to accommodate another cock inside her, the servant pushed his full manhood inside Roshni, leading her to screams. There was no stopping this group. They were all hungry and would destroy each hole of Roshni today.

From where I was seeing, I could see Roshni’s saree strewn on the floor. Her blouse was on a servant’s shoulder. Her bra lifted to make her huge tits hang loose. Her petticoat yanked above her waist to give access to cocks.

Her G-String panty was torn in tatters with its pieces, trying their best to protect her shame, albeit with no use. Pratap sir was standing beside me and stroking his cock. I knew he wanted to go next. In some time, he walked up to the servants and asked them to leave Roshni alone.

All of them obeyed, and he ordered her to sit on his lap facing him. Being the perfect slut, she obeyed and sat on his cock. In no time, Pratap sir took her boobs in his mouth and kept sucking. While Roshni was moving her ass on his cock like a slut, Pratap sir was slapping her huge ass.

After fucking her like that for a while, Pratap sir suddenly told the group of men, who were already stroking their cocks, “Nahi chodna hai iss maal ko? Khade kyu ho? Ek ek kar ke gaand me dalo iss randi ki.”

And in no time, all the drivers and servants lined up behind Roshni to enter her asshole. Some even went in front of her and stuffed their cocks inside her mouth. They took turns at fucking her ass. I could see that with every guy pulling out, her asshole was gaping all the more.

There were cocks of different types. Some were long and thin, some short but fat, while others were bigger, fatter, and stronger than Ramesh’s cock. The room was filled with the stench of sweat. The musk increased every time a man grunted his manhood into Roshni.

They were all hairy, sweaty, and dirty but hungry and had no mood to relent. Roshni, helpless, kept taking one cock after the other. Occasionally, she would also lick a few of the drivers’ and servants’ assholes. The room would fill up with their moans.

After about an hour’s fucking her holes, all the men wanted to cum on her. Pratap sir pulled out and yanked Roshni to the floor and asked the men to take turns in drenching her in cum. Their hairy cocks were all over Roshni’s face.

Their hairy balls were rubbing against her soft face. Some even slapped her and made her lick the sweaty sides of their balls. All this while I stood there like a helpless cuckold.

With each man dropping his thick cum on Roshni, the others burst out in cheers and jeers, and with each man cumming, I could see the inner slut in Roshni coming out all the more. She lifted her tits to take cum from some cocks. She stuck her tongue out for others, and for yet others, she produced her face.

In the end, after all the 13 men were done fucking the slut, Roshni sat in the middle of the room, drenched in cum, dripping hot, sticky semen from every part of her body. The unopened bra and the loosely hugging petticoat were all stained in thick white cumshots.

Roshni was rubbing her hands on her cum-drenched tits, playing with her nipples, and licking her fingers occasionally. I thought that it was all over. But one of the drivers, a fat one with a huge belly and a small limp cock, said he wanted to take a pee.

His bladder was bursting with urine after the intense fucking. He was moving towards the washroom when another driver said, “Madame sperm mein gandi ho gayi hai, tu uske upar muth ke saaf kar na. Waise bhi randi kuch bolti nahi hai, achhe se maze le le.”

And with that, there was another round of cheering, and now everybody wanted to pee on Roshni. I saw Pratap sir clapping in approval and the men once again lining up. I didn’t know what to do except stand there and watch while the dirty servants and drivers took turns peeing on her.

And as the men started showering her with their golden liquid, I could see Roshni leaving behind even the last strand of inhibition and accepting her fate. After the last cock was done drenching her in his piss, Roshni sat in the middle of the room in wet hair and her body glistening in bucket loads of smelly urine.

The servants and drivers now slowly started getting dressed, and one after the other kept leaving the room. Pratap sir was the last to leave.

Before leaving, he told me, “Remind your wife once again that she is now our property, and she has signed a bond. Otherwise, she will be subjected to more brutal gangbangs like this. You would have to come and carry back a piece of shit called your wife back to your home.”

“Just look at her condition. Hadn’t you put sindur on that forehead? The drivers urinated right there and washed the red vermillion in front of you. This will happen again if she fails to obey.” With these words, Pratap sir left the room.

But my mind had a lot of questions. What orders did she not follow? What went wrong that she was punished with 13 cocks? Why did she shout at all? I went near Roshni and knelt before her and asked her what happened and what led to this. What she said sent a cold wave down my spine.

“I took some time to wake up. After I did, I saw a message from Pratap sir. It was a link. When I opened it, I saw it lead to a porn site, and the account had my photo in it. There was also a video that read — Top class office slut fucks old man to crack sales deal.”

“The account’s description read: Welcome to Roshni’s profile, a 35-year-old married unsatisfied Bengali slut wife. Watch her turn into a slut to crack deals for her company in this account. When I clicked on the video, it opened into last night’s encounter with the old man.”

“I was enraged and reached the office to speak to Pratap sir. I told him I would file a case against him. He threw the bond paper on my face and showed me. I had signed a contract and gave my consent to be used in any way the company wanted.”

“Although I kept shut, he was so angry he said I would have to face punishment. Initially, he said he would not pay me for all my client encounters for a week. I then pleaded with him and said I was sorry and that I would not repeat the mistake.”

“Pratap sir then came near me, pressed my boobs, and said he will not cut my salary if I fuck all the drivers and servants in front of him. I didn’t know what to do. So I said okay, and that’s when Ramesh led me to the servants’ quarter.”

I was both baffled and horny at the same time. I wanted to get naked and fuck my smelly wife right then. But then I looked at her condition and left her alone. I asked her when is her next assignment. She said she’d have to leave for an outstation trip for two days tonight.

I could sense my wife slowly slipping out of my hand, but we had no option. We were stuck financially and also enjoying each bit of what was happening. In the next part, I will narrate what happened on the trip of her slutty sex adventure.

Till then, keep wanking those cocks and keep poking those leaking pussies and keep writing to me. Drop me feedback if you liked what you read. Couples, married men, and women may write too. Once again, we are a couple from Kolkata waiting for the feedback at [email protected]

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