The Rickshaw Driver's Wife Ch. 03

Author's note: This story contains scenes of a cheating wife, adultery, cuckoldry and humiliation. If that's not your cup of chai, go read something else. And remember, while adultery can be a great source of enjoyment in fantasy and erotica, in real life it damages souls and destroys marriages. Please treat the following story as a fiction and fantasy piece only. It is written to deliver pleasure, and has no other purpose. -- Tarek Zia

Fateh picked me up at 7.20 pm from the main market (I had been late -- he had waited patiently). It was a hot evening, so I was sweating and was hungry. I noticed that Fateh was squirming every time he had to sit on the driver's seat of the rickshaw, and I grinned. My plan was working! Narges must have spanked him, and spanked him hard.

"I say, Fateh," I asked him as he pedaled hard. "Tell me about this debt of yours. Narges was telling me you owe some people a lot of money."

Fateh told me he had a gambling problem some time ago, and owed a lot of people money. To get them off his back, he had borrowed 100,000 rupees from a money lender who had a reputation for organized crime. He had paid off all his creditors, but now owed this one man 100,000 rupees with interest, and he had only a year to pay it. The amount due now was nearly double at approximately 200,000 rupees. The more he delayed paying it, the greater the interest was.

"What happens if you cannot get the money in a year?" I asked him.

"Sahib," Fateh's voice was sad. "If he does not beat me up, I will lose my rickshaw and my house, and Narges and I will be forced to be on the streets."

"Not only that," I continued, "I heard such men don't like losing money. They will make a lesson out of you for others. Either they will really beat you up, or they will kidnap and repeatedly rape your wife."

"Yes, sahib."

I did not say anything after that, but let him ponder on the consequences he knew he was facing, as he ferried me back to his residence. As far as he knew, I was staying for one more night, so Fateh knew after tonight he would get back his wife. Little did he realize my plan! Once I had a taste of Narges, how could I just enjoy her juicy delights for only one more night! Narges was like an intoxicant -- once you had a taste of her unbridled passion, you didn't let go easily.

Narges greeted me with a wet, sloppy, slurpy kiss on the lips, on the doorstep of the house within full view of the neighbours as Fateh squirmed uncomfortably. I had Fateh take my bags to the bedroom. Narges had just taken a bath and smelt like fresh roses. I could see the faint outline of one of the new bras inside her blouse. Still at the door, I grabbed her boobs and pinched her nipple through her blouse, jiggling them for my pleasure, and she laughed. Wrapping my arms around her exposed waist, we walked in.

"My sister Urmila visited me today," She told me, when I asked her if anything was new. "And she forgot her cellphone here. I have to return that tomorrow."

"Hmm. Is Urmila as beautiful as you, or is she even sexier?" I playfully asked her.

"Oh, you!" She playfully swatted at me. I once again grabbed her, and kissed her forcefully on her lips as she melted in my arms. After probing her mouth deep with my tongue, I let her go as she caught her breath. All this time, Fateh watched awkwardly as I enjoyed his wife's charms openly.

I took a bath, and soon, dinner was served. After we had eaten and washed up, I sat down on their new sofa and discussed Fateh's loan with him. I told him his life was ruined and he would be out on the streets in a year. He could probably go to jail, and Narges would then have to fend for herself, if the loan shark didn't kidnap her and ravish her every night. Fateh agreed, and looked hopefully at me. I took my time, before I replied.

"Fateh, you certainly have more than 200,000 rupees in this house."

"I am sorry, sahib, I don't have any such money," Fateh replied, looking at me as if I had gone crazy.

"Fateh, I have already seen the wealth in this house, and if you wish you can clear your debts with the loan shark with that money," I said.

He asked me, "Sahib, where have you seen such money, please tell me! I would be the most relieved person in the world!"

"Narges!" I called out. Narges came from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her sari's pallu. She walked and stood beside me obediently. I got up and walked around to her back. Fateh was watching me keenly as Narges let her hands loose on her side. The sexual tension in the air was palpable. Here was a man, Fateh, who had just watched his wife cuckold him the previous night and then spank him, now hoping expectantly for debt relief from the very same man that had ravaged his wife. And that man, I, was circling the vivacious Narges like a shark circles its prey.

I pressed my dick into Narges's ass cheeks, reached around and cupped her breasts through her blouse.

"Here, Fateh." I rubbed her left breast.

"100,000 rupees."

Then I massaged Narges's right breast.

"100,000 rupees."

Narges giggled, as Fateh looked at me, puzzled, and helpless to stop me from groping his wife's mammary glands. "I am sorry, sahib, I don't understand."

"It's very simple." I continued to knead Narges's boobs, getting no objections from her, or from her cowardly husband. "I am here for the night. You are to allow me to spend the night with your wife and she has to do what I order her to do. If she gives me her body absolutely, then I will loan you 200,000 rupees. You can pay off the money lender, and take your time in paying me back, with no interest."

Of course I could have just gone to bed with Narges, and she would have been my willing fuck toy, but I wanted to drive home the point to Fateh that I would be sleeping with his wife, on his marital bed, with his explicit permission. My cock poked Narges's butt crack.

"Think about it." I told him. "If you say no, your wife will have no recourse but to submit to me anyway, but then you will still owe that money. You may even go to prison! And then who knows who your wife will submit to!"

I pinched Narges's left nipple. It was a signal to her that it was her line now.

"No, dear husband, I will not allow you to go to prison," Narges declared bravely. "I am your wife and your welfare is my concern. You tell sahib that he can have my body for his pleasure, if that's what will satisfy him."

I could again see a bulge grow in Fateh's lungi.

"It will be only for one night and no one will know your wife has slept with another man, and that you were helpless to prevent that," Narges told her husband. "So dear, do what I say; let him enjoy my body and he will loan you 200,000 rupees."

"You wife is very pretty." I told Fateh. "I like her breasts. And her ass. And her lips. And her cunt."

Once again I grabbed Narges's left teat, and held it up. "100,000 rupees."

Then I grabbed her right boob and kneaded it. "100,000 rupees."

I could see Fateh's bulge growing bigger. It was time to close the sale.

"Fateh," I told him in my most authoritative voice. "I want your wife, and no one will know except the three of us. Your honour will remain intact, but if you get arrested, your self-respect will be torn to shreds, and besides, I plan on enjoying her wet loins anyways."

I rubbed Narges's crotch, through all the layers of clothes, and held my hand up.

"She's wet and dripping like a faucet, Fateh. You wife is as turned on as me by our affair."

"Sahib," Fateh croaked. "You are very generous to offer me that money, and my wife is so brave to help me by satisfying you. I agree to your demands for the night, sahib."

"Excellent." I pressed myself more firmly onto Narges, and she could feel my manhood now invade the space between the cheeks of her buttocks. I could feel the dampness of her through her clothes, and she seemed to encourage me by pushing back onto me. Fateh felt defenceless and tried not to stare at me molesting and mauling his buxom wife, cupping her tits and fondling them to my heart's content.

"Let's watch some television." I ordered Fateh to put a cricket match on. "We can sit on this new sofa that I got for you, all three of us."

"Yes, sahib."

"You know, Fateh, you are not man enough to even afford a sofa. You should be glad I am giving you 200,000 rupees for this randi."

"Yes, sahib."

We sat on the sofa and Fateh handed me the remote. I put it to one side as the cricket match came on. Narges came down and sat on my lap. I turned her around so that she was facing me.

"What do you think, Fateh, who will win the match?" I asked him, as Narges pressed her boobs to my face. She was a woman in heat.

"Sahib, hard to say." Fateh hummed and hawed, trying desperately to concentrate on the action on the screen, rather than on the sofa.

I pulled away Narges's pallu, un-hooked the blouse, and pushed her new bra up to expose her large round breasts, the big black areolas standing erect. I put the left nipple into my mouth while I played with the right breast, squeezing and pinching it, rotating the nipple between my thumb and fingers.

"Narges, you are a very attractive woman and I am going to fuck your beautiful firm body," I told her in a loud voice.

"Thank you, Sarun!" Narges replied with a smile. "I will do whatever you ask of me to please you, that's the agreement my husband made with you."

I turned to Fateh. "What do you say Fateh?"

"I ... I..." Fateh was at a loss for words as I pinched Narges's left areola. "Sahib, you have the full right to enjoy her as you wish, tonight."

To demonstrate my power in his household, I mocked, "Who is going to fuck your wife, Fateh?"

"You will, sahib." He replied. "And I remain your grateful slave for your generosity."

"Then you will watch me powerlessly as I violate your wife, Fateh. You are the cause she will be penetrated by another man's penis," I pronounced.

"Yes sahib you such a considerate person and a dear friend that you are most welcome to fuck her anytime you want," Fateh groveled.

Narges was now moaning loudly.

"Oh, husband!" She gasped. "I must satisfy sahib and we must do everything to please him."

"Yes, dear." Her husband feebly agreed.

"Fateh," I instructed Narges's husband. "Your wife is sacrificing her honour and her izzat to another man just for your sake. She is going to lose her chastity and it's all due to you. Show her your appreciation by licking her feet."

"Yes, sahib."

Fateh jumped to his feet and knelt down in front of us, lowering himself on his stomach at Narges's feet. He started to lick and kiss her feet as I tweaked her nipples.

"That's it, Fateh. Pay your respects to your brave wife." I demanded. "Lick her feet like the lowly dog you are. You are the dog and your wife will be my bitch."

"Dear husband," Narges taunted him, "a man is in your house, he has your wife's breasts in his hands, and calls her a bitch, and you grovel at his feet. And look, you have a hard on!"

Poor Fateh had no place to hide. There was a damp spot on his lungi now.

"Husband, stand up!" Narges ordered, and he complied.

"Take off your lungi."

"I ... I ..." Fateh turned to look at me for help, but I was having none of it.

"Do as your wife tells you to do!" I ordered him. "She's helping you out -- the least you can do is be an obedient slave to her!"

"Yes, sahib."

Narges's husband undid the knot, and his lungi fell to the floor. His small dick was now rigid hard.

"Husband, take off your shirt too." Narges ordered, and he complied. Fateh was now standing before us, completely naked.

"Look, Sarun!" Narges told me. "He is hard. My dear husband gets aroused when he sees you enjoy his wife's body."

"Really? How do you know, Narges?"

Narges was getting into her part. "Sarun, I asked him today if he saw us together last night, when you ravaged my body. He said he did."

A visibly humiliated Fateh was turning bright red, standing there butt naked, his small dick erect.

"He said he saw us last night, and did nothing but jack off in that corner." Narges told me. "Even when he was confessing this to me, he could not control himself and came in the bedroom. I had to punish him for that."

"Really, Narges, how?"

"Sarun, I spanked him. If you ask him to turn around, you will notice his ass has red marks!"

Fateh was now trembling. I ordered him to turn around. His embarrassment complete, he faced the other way, and I could clearly see the results of Narges's handiwork on his butts.

"You wife will now punish you, Fateh, when she wills." I told him. "No matter how humiliating it is for you, you deserve to be her whipping boy."

"Yes, sahib."

"Now turn around, and get on your knees."

Fateh turned around, and knelt in front of us. We were still seated on the sofa.

"Apologize to her for putting her in this situation, and humbly beg her forgiveness." I ordered him.

Fateh swallowed what was left of his ego and pride, and began to meekly plead for forgiveness from Narges, who was having none of it.

"Husband," She told him. "I am going to slap you now."

"Yes, dear. I deserve it."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

As if having your own wife violated in your own house wasn't bad enough, Fateh was now a cuckold who was being humiliated by his own wife in front of the bull who was going to fuck her. As I watched Narges slap her husband, I decided it was enough for the time being.

I tapped Narges, and we both stood up. Narges grabbed her clothes, putting on her bra, then blouse, and then moving her pallu in place. I walked up to Fateh and ordered him to stand up. His cheeks were now bright red with the marks of Narges's fingers on him. Whether he was red due to the slaps, or due to the embarrassment of his situation, I didn't know, and didn't care.

"Fateh! We are going to bed now." I informed him. "I want you to remain completely naked through the whole night. If you put on your clothes, I will not give you the money. You are a lowly dog, and dogs don't wear clothes."

"Yes, sahib."

"Also," I continued, "you will remain here in this room while I enjoy your wife on your marital bed. In case we decide to call you, you will come at once. Otherwise, you are to remain out of sight and quiet. You may watch us if you wish through the other side of this partition."

"Yes, sahib." Fateh was relieved. He was afraid he would be sent away and not be allowed to watch.

"Come, Narges." I put an arm around her waist, poking her navel with a finger, and led her to the bedroom. My hands made an unmistakable brush across her hips.

Once in the bedroom, I stripped completely, my cock now rock hard. I sat down on the bed, reached out and pulled Narges down onto my lap and kissed her. She was still dressed, and returned my kisses loudly. My hands wandered over her body and stopped to pay homage at her breasts. If my intentions weren't plain enough, what Narges felt through my shorts as she sat my lap made them abundantly clear.

"Thank you Sarun for helping my husband with the loan." Narges told me, as I unbuttoned blouse. "You are truly an angel." She rubbed her breasts in my face.

"Mmm... your breasts are lovely, Narges. They just cost me 200,000 rupees."

I feel her tits jiggle and bounce in the palms of my hands.

"Ohhhh my goodness! Wonderful!" I sighed, "Ohhhhhhh my goodness. You are a sex goddess, Narges!"

Narges laughed, and allowed my tongue to enter her mouth and her tongue to enter mine. She shivered as my hands reached under her breasts and slowly lifted them up and then down. As we continued our long French kiss I gently bounced her breasts and squeezed them playfully.

Through a reflection in the mirror, I could see her husband watch us through the partition, his pecker in his hand.

My fingers slowly slipped down inside the front of Narges's brassiere. I softly caressed and then cupped one of her breasts, and tenderly lifted it out of the bra. It flopped out to hang free. Narges's other breast was then similarly lifted gently and it too flopped out -- so now both of her enormous breasts hung naked for all to see. The soft flesh on her massive boobs jiggled in waves as she French kissed my mouth before coming up for air. Fateh could see his wife heave a loud sigh as I stared at her with my mouth open, drooling at the sight of her incredible chest.

Lifting a breast in each of my hands, I leaned forward and asked her loudly, "Does your husband appreciate these nice big jugs of yours?"

"No, Sarun, he just undresses my sari and cums quickly."

"Does he suck your tits?"

"No, Sarun. It causes him to cum quickly, so he tries not to."

"Does he like to suck your nipples?"

Without giving her the chance to reply, I then started to suck at her udders.

Fateh's face flushed a deep shade of red as he watched and heard his wife's reaction to me fondling and sucking her breasts. He stiffened and shook each time Narges grunted and squealed as her nipples were bitten and flicked by my tongue.

Releasing one tit from my mouth, I moved to continue to suck and nibble the other one. Then I bounced them gently up and down, looked into the Narges's eyes and asked, "Does Fateh bounce your tits like this while he's sucking them, honey?"

Narges squealed a little girl squeal and replied, "Nooooo."

"FATEH!" I yelled loudly. "Come here!"

Fateh ran into the room, his hands holding his dick, and stood to one side of the bed.

I lifted his wife's breast with one hand, and with the other I grasped the nipple between my thumb and middle finger, rolled it around and asked him, "What do you call these breasts, Fateh? What do you call your pretty wife's great big tits? Melons? Jugs? Boobs? She really has an amazing rack. Come on, what do you call them? Knockers? "

Fateh didn't reply, puzzled at my taunts, as Narges started to moan loudly. I felt a bit of dampness between her legs. Narges's face was now beet red and she was wheezing hysterically as both her breasts were ravished again. She started to groan and buck.

"Look, I am giving your wife an orgasm by just playing with her tits." I told Fateh.

"Yes, sahib. You are a much better man in bed than I can ever be. It's an honour for me that my wife is pleasuring you in bed, sahib."

Narges continued to cum for some time. Both the men in the room, her husband and I, watched her face as she closed her eyes and grimaced. She was on my lap, and her body quivered and trembled uncontrollably in the throes of a passionate orgasm. I could now feel her wetness leak through her clothes and dampen my thigh. When she was done, I told her to stand up.

"Strip her." I ordered Fateh, as Narges stood up and wobbled. Fateh caught her and steadied her. Then he obediently took off her blouse, her bra, and her sari, leaving her in her petticoat. One tug and the petticoat dropped to the floor. Narges wasn't wearing any panties, so she was now completely naked.

"Here she is, sahib, ready for you."

"Step back." I told him. Then I stood up and turned to Narges. "Look, Narges, your husband has undressed you and presented you to me. He has bartered your body, and his respect and manhood and honour, for a measly 200,000 rupees."

"Yes, sahib." Narges moaned. "My husband is not a man like you are!"

Every word reminded Fateh of his inglorious demotion in status in his own house.

I told Narges to open her mouth. She opened big. I gathered my saliva and spit into it. She squealed in delight. I collected more of my hot spit in my mouth and commenced my perverted liquid assault on the Narges's glistening big tits and her pretty face all over again. Laughing and hooting, Narges tried to dodge, and it became a sick contest to see how I can land the biggest wad into her screaming, gurgling mouth.