Hi, my name is Rajesh (27M). This is my story of how my wife was made a whore by my boss and used however he wanted.
My wife Vidhi (F23) and I were childhood sweethearts. We went to the same school, the same college and even ended up working in the same city. She left work after we got married and has been a housewife since then. We had an excellent sex life, where I could last for about 15 minutes at best.
Everything was fine, she never complained about our sex life until one day when she asked me, “Do all men last for such a short time?” I had no answer to this. I felt as if she attacked my manhood. I stopped talking to her and also stopped having sex altogether.
She knew she asked something wrong and was crying and asking about what hurt me. It did hurt me. I was amazed at how my petite wife of 5’3 and brown complexion with a skinny, tight figure of 32-30-34 would ever complain about me lasting in bed.
She was very active when we had sex, moaning my name and also twisting her pussy when my 6-incher was inside her. That night instilled something in me that would wreck our future in the upcoming months.
I got ready and left for my office before she woke up. I was thinking about the sentence she said to me that night. I was getting aroused thinking about men lasting hours with their wives. How could they do it? I could barely hold myself for more than 10 minutes.
Vidhi would use her fingers on my balls while my dick was deep inside her pussy. My wife also gave amazing blowjobs. She was a natural. She could slop your dick and make you cum in a minute if she started using her tongue on your pink top dick.
Ahh, I was horny at 8 am, and I forgot I had a presentation to be done today in the office. Due to all of these incidents, my presentation went very badly. The only thing I could think of was Vidhi.
Suddenly, my telephone rang on my desk, “In my office now!” The voice was that of my boss, Pratap Singh.
Pratap Singh was the ceo of my company and also a member of the board of the company. He was a tall (6’0), balding man with a French beard and had a bulky demeanour. He had biceps bigger than my face and was a strong man who would hit the gym 3 hours a day in the office complex.
Every woman in my company was drooling over him. One thing about him was his aggression. He was one of those guys who could hurt you and get away with it. Vidhi had met him once, but he was too drunk to remember my wife.
I approached the office with shaky legs. As soon as I entered, he stared at me with angry eyes. “Sit here,” he commanded. I said, “I know my mistake, sir. I should have been more compelling with my presentation. I will…”
“Shut up,” he cut me mid-sentence. He continued, “That is your nature, you are one of the most underperforming Assets of my company. I have to keep you because you are a nice guy, and you never say no. But this is enough, I am done with your mediocrity, resign today and leave.”
I had worked hard to be in the company, and my world shook when he demanded my resignation. I went on my knees and started pleading, “Please don’t kick me out, sir. I don’t have any other assets to take care of my family and wife. I can barely pay the EMI of my house. Please don’t kick me.”
Pratap got embarrassed and said, “Stop creating a scene here. Do one thing, I will come by your house today and take an undertaking from you for an outstation project. If you fuck that up, you are done.”
I got relieved. I stood up, kissed his knees, and said he was a very great and good man. He demanded, “You are married, right? I like eating homemade food. Tell your wife to prepare good food tonight, preferably mutton would do well. I’ll bring my own tonic too. Let’s eat at your house today, loser!”
I did not like him calling me a loser and chuckling. But then again, I was one, nothing to deny here. The problem was that I came from a vegetarian background, and mutton was a big no-no for me. But I couldn’t anger my already angry boss.
So I decided to order food from him from a very famous restaurant. It was the first time something like that had come to my house. I told Vidhi to dress up nicely with modesty. I did not want to leave any opportunity to impress him.
At around 9 pm, my bell rang. It was him. “What a pathetic society, how do you guys live here, feels like I’m in a bloody randikhana, hahaha.” He was already drunk when I received him at the door. He came in with a bottle wrapped in newspaper.
“Wow, nice house, but small. Where is your wife?” He asked, Vidhi came out of the room in a salwar tight as fuck. Her firm and small boobs were popping out of the cleavage, and her waist was literally zero. She looked like a Latina model with dusky skin. Pratap saw her and let out a small moan.
“Ah, so this is your wife, bloody rascal, why did you not introduce her to me before?” he said all of this in my ear while grabbing me by my collar. He left my collar and held my wife’s hand, giving her a kiss on the hand.
“Hello, gorgeous. I am Pratap, Pratap Singh, the owner of Pratap Enterprises, your husband’s boss. It is so nice to meet you.” The whole time, his eyes were dead inside my wife’s boobs. He was making my blood boil, but I also felt a little horny. It was something I had never experienced before in my life.
“So, let’s dine and wine, where is the food?”
We sat at the table. Pratap offered some alcohol to my wife. She denied, but I kicked her legs, and she said yes. I did not want him to be angry or rejected today. My wife, a teetotaller, had the first drink of her life with my boss.
Pratap ate like a monster. He would tear the mutton with his teeth like a lion feasting on its meal. My wife was in awe of him, as he had rolled his shirt, and his massive arms were visible. He was noticing all of this.
“So, how is your life, Rajesh?” Pratap asked me. “Pathetic,” Pratap said, not even letting me answer. He started laughing out loud along with my wife. The humiliation continued with him making jokes about my salary, my body and my small house, how I had to pay EMI for this thing.
“What about sex? How good are you guys in bed?” he asked with a serious tone.
“I wouldn’t want to answer that,” I replied, making a face.
“Come on, don’t be shy, we are friends here. Okay, Vidhi, you answer how he is in bed?”
“He’s fine, I mean, he’s just good like I can manage,” said Vidhi in a very low tone. She was drunk anyway. The room was silent; the silence was loud.
“Why don’t you open the salwar? It’s so tight you must be feeling very hot right now, go change, we’ll drink some more after that,” said Pratap to my wife and let her go
“Vidhi,” he called her back.
“Could you wear something more revealing? I love this figure of yours and want to see you in a full goddess Avatar, please?”
I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. I was shocked by this demand of his. If not for my contract today, I would have killed him. When I saw my wife, she smiled back at him, “As you wish, sir,” she said and left for the room.
“What are you doing, Pratap? What was that? How the hell did you demand something like that?” I asked furiously
Pratap replied, “Rajesh, listen to me carefully. I have been deprived of love and sex for a very long time now. Vidhi has something in her eyes, something very demanding and pure. It just wants me to be with her, even if it can be for one night. I know it’s a stretch, but look at her, I can’t stop myself at this stage. The best is that I could make a deal with you”
“What deal?” I asked.
“I’ll pay you a lakh if you let her with me for an hour,” Pratap took out a whole bundle from his back pocket and placed it on the table.
I could not say no, I needed the money, but to pimp my wife was that the way? Obviously, no, it was the lack of manhood. The night when she questioned my ability to satisfy her, she invoked something primal in me. I wanted to see the extent to which my wife could be fucked and how she would bear it.
The thought made me so excited that I just said, “Sir, you could do whatever you want with her, but just please let me watch.”
“Are you mad? No way am I letting you near my bed,” said Pratap.
“Sir, just put your phone inside with the camera on and let me watch it from my phone. I won’t let you touch her if I can’t watch it,” said Rajesh.
“You are a weird mother fucker, bhadwa hai sale tu apni biwi ka,” (You are your wife’s pimp.) said Pratap and started laughing out loud. He walked up, opened his shirt, and sat outside on the sofa like a king with his legs spread apart.
Vidhi walked out of the room. All in her red bikini, my favourite piece of her undergarment. She was looking like a piece of red velvet cake with her boobs popping out of the bra and her ass all out of the thong.
She put dark red lipstick on her lips, had a nose pin and wore eyeliner. It makes her look like a high-end escort. My dick was so hard that it could pop out anytime.
She walked out, sat in Pratap’s lap, and drank the whole glass in one shot.
“You know what’s going to happen next?” asked Pratap.
“Be the man of this house today, Pratap. I want you teach the men in this house a lesson, a very good, hard lesson,” said Vidhi, looking deep into my eyes. She was more than ready.
“On your knees, Rajesh,” said Pratap
“What?” I asked
“On your knees, bhenchod, do you not understand, or should I make you?” Said Pratap in an angry voice.
“Why should I be on the knees?” I asked calmly.
Pratap got furious and got up, pushing Vidhi on the sofa, and came and held me by my collar. He pushed me down and made me kneel, all this while Vidhi was laughing out loud.
Pratap said, “This motherfucker has pimped you out, Vidhi. I will pay him a lakh to fuck your tight little ass tonight. Also, this fucker wants to watch me cum in your pussy”
“Haw, I knew you were into cuckolding a long while ago, but even selling your wife’s pussy that’s a new low. You know what, Pratap? Leave him, let’s make unforgettable love tonight,” Said Vidhi, scratching her nipples out of the bra.
Pratap smirked, pushed me hard and went straight to kiss my wife. He put his tongue above her tongue and sucked her lips hard, and was biting her lips. He bit her lips so hard that they started bleeding. It was as if the dark red lips were oozing out the dark red Elixir of love.
The scene was so hot, Pratap’s eyes were red and shot dark. He was aroused on a different level. He was going to show no mercy on my wife and was going to go raw inside my wife. He picked her up like a baby and slammed the door. He threw her on the bed, came to close the door.
He said to me, “Good night, loser, hope you sleep tight tonight,” and banged the door. I got a video call from him inside. He placed the phone in front of the bed.
I connected the thing to my TV and connected my earphones to it.
The night was about to begin. For a good 20 minutes, they were making out, with Pratap sliding his hands over my wife’s boobs and ass. He was pinching her nipples over the bra and slapping her ass repeatedly.
He opened Vidhi’s bra and started sucking her rock-hard nipple. He pinched them, bit them, and sucked her hard. He was circling her areola, making her cum right from the nipples. Vidhi was already in a different state. I could never make her cum from her pussy.
Here, he did it in 20 minutes, that too from her nipples. He was on another level. It was like watching the god and goddess of sex having an act together. He then made my wife open up his pants. It was time for the big reveal. His dick came out like a fucking gun.
A solid 8-inch-long, 6-inch-broad, thick dick, which was equal to my wife’s one arm, was ready to tear my wife apart. That dick would make my wife feel like she was a virgin teen again. “Suck the tip only,” demanded Pratap. The dick was so fat that Vidhi could not even suck the top properly.
Pratap took her face and slapped her so hard her specs fell. She started laughing, and Pratap took her by her chin and said, “Suck properly, or I will punch and break your nose.”
Vidhi got scared and even more aroused and started getting his tip little by little in her tiny mouth. Pratap felt ecstasy on another level. He took her mouth and pushed his dick deep within her. Vidhi couldn’t breathe and choked hard on his dick.
He kept it like that for 10 secs and took her mouth out and threw her on the bed.
Her face was red. She was breathing heavy. Pratap made an evil smile, tore her thongs apart and started eating her pussy. My wife’s pussy was divine. It smelled like oranges.
It had a perfect stitch, like it was the most beautiful pussy ever. Pratap was so mesmerised that he thought it was not even real and put his whole tongue inside. Vidhi started twirling and twisting, and she let out loud moans.
“Ah, FUCK, oh please stop, I’m going to cum, stop please,” Vidhi cum in 1 minute; this was her second orgasm of the night. It felt as if I was watching a professional pornstar. Pratap continued licking and fingering her pussy.
“Fuck, I have fucked so many prostitutes and so many colleagues of mine, I could never feel any pussy like yours. This is the best pussy of my life. I will destroy this and own it like my own. He pulled his fingers out and started to eat her out again. He would pinch her nipples while licking and eating out her pussy.
She came five times in a row in the next 20 minutes. It was time already. I knocked on their door and said, “Time’s over, an hour. Pratap came out of the room. I could see Vidhi from the door crack, she was lying almost fainted, and the whole bedsheet was wet from sweat, cum and blood.
Pratap came out, handed me another 2 lakhs, and said, “Do not disturb me for 2 hours, you pathetic loser cuck. Can’t you see your wife happy, be a good husband and make good coffee for her and me, go on ”
I made coffee and went inside to give it to them. Pratap sat on the chair, smoking his cigar and texting someone on the phone. He clicked a picture of Vidhi lying almost fainted, just twisting her nipples and letting out little moans, “Ah, wow, I’m thirsty.”
She was so high on the orgasms that she had no idea I was there. I kept the cups there and was about to leave. Pratap called me from behind, “Hey, Bhadwe, can you record a video for me?” He handed me the phone, took a cup of coffee, dipped his dick in the coffee and made Vidhi suck it all.
He made Vidhi drink the whole coffee, and she got some sense after drinking it. The night was far from over. I sat outside again. This time, Pratap was even more energetic. He held Vidhi by her waist and kissed her again. He threw her on the bed, got on top of her, and pressed his chest on my wife’s boobs.
He took his dick and started circling my wife’s clit with it. He would slowly and steady make his dick rub on the labia. Vidhi was getting hornier every second. She knew once this went inside, her husband would be forgotten forever. That dick would be useless.
She was looking right into his eyes. He took Vidhi’s head from behind and kissed her hard, biting her lips. With a sudden push, I went straight inside my wife’s pussy. Vidhi could not let out even a proper moan. He had eaten all of her mouth inside and slowly started to push in and out of my wife.
He did not leave her lips and also fingered her ass from behind while fornicating my wife’s pussy. My wife was in a different space. She wasn’t here; she felt as if the soul had left her body. The dick was so thick and juicy, and the spots it was hitting in her vagina were all so good.
She had tears rolling out her eyes. She felt as if satisfying Pratap was the sole purpose she was sent on earth. It went on for about 20 minutes. He was pushing in on her in missionary. He then let out his dick and also stopped kissing her.
Here was the love of my life, lying with swollen lips and moans, with a gaping pussy and cum flowing out of it. Pratap flipped her over and made her on all 4. This time, he told Vidhi, “Let all of your moans out with this one.” He pushed his dick from the back and started stroking inside her again.
This time, Vidhi let all of her moans out and was shouting like a cheap whore. She did not stop moaning, “Ahh, fuck me harder. Make me cum harder.” Her hands clenching on the bedsheet, she was done, made a whore. The whorification of my wife went on till 5 am.
I slept in between and had cum like 10 times already. When I woke up at 5, I saw my wife tied to the bed with her bra and her panties in her mouth, both legs on Pratap’s shoulders, and he was stroking his dick inside my wife. He had already surpassed my 15 minutes with his 8-hour-long fuck fest.
Vidhi’s face was swollen her eyeliner had melted due to her cries. Her voice was gone; she was moaning on mute. Pratap had some more left in him, which he was determined to push. My wife’s whole body was filled with scars and marks. Her boobs were all violet with the bites from last night.
Her ass was whole red due to the hard spanks. Her neck had finger imprints due to the choke; her whole body felt like someone had beaten the shit out of her last night. Yeah, my wife was used like a cum dump. Not once did he use a condom or any protection. He fucked her as if it were his own wife.
Morning, 11 am, I woke up again. Pratap was sitting naked on the sofa smoking another cigarette. He saw and told me to make breakfast for him. I prepared breakfast for him and went inside the room. He was already ready for the day after pumping the shit out of my wife for 8 hours.
Vidhi was sleeping like a small baby inside the blanket cover. She was not going to do anything for about a week.
“I would not fake to you that I’m not coming back ever again. I will be here again someday. Your wife is my wife now. Think of it like joint ownership. I destroy her, you make her again. Don’t worry about money, I’ll pay you and Vidhi well. It will all be worth it for you, and I might even bless you with a child soon. Be happy and keep my personal whore ready for the next time.”
He gave me a little tap on my cheek. He woke Vidhi up and said it was time to say goodbye for now, “Bye, love. I will never forget this night for a lifetime. Hope you remember me too. I know we are bonded for life now. I hope you crave for my dick day and night.” He kissed her on her lips and left my house.
Vidhi was completely broken physically. But mentally, she had already achieved her inner femininity. Those orgasms made her feel like a woman for the first time.
“Rajesh, I know you took this decision out of your heart, but I want to choose this life now. I will keep on loving you, but Pratap is the one that I yearn for now. I haven’t felt like this in my entire life. Please understand this,” said Vidhi, and started crying.
Her face was glowing differently today. She was never this beautiful. I took her and kissed her lips, and she lay down on the bed and fell asleep from tiredness.
Her pussy was wide open. I knew she was done for me. It was Pratap’s pussy. I was there for the world to see as a proxy husband.
That thought made my dick hard again.
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