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It was ten at night and the Holy party of our friends Komilla and Danny was in full swing with everyone having a great time. My wife Nisha, never a great drinker at the best of times, was well gone after three hours of partying and I knew she would suffer for it the next day, but what the hell. Sipping my drink I looked around the room eyeing up the women and comparing them to my gorgeous wife, I may be
Biased, but there was no comparison, Nisha was the most attractive women in the room. Nisha caught my eye as my gaze passed her way and grinned, grinning back I walked over to the group she was with, Mohit, an old friend of our and our host’s, Rasmi, Mohit’s wife, our hostess Komilla and Arjun who I knew, but not well.
As I approached I took stock of my wife’s beauty, she had shoulder length fine blonde hair that shone even in the low light in the room; my eyes moved down to her face, her ice blue eyes sparkled as she laughed at something that was said, her pert nose sat above lush, ripe lips that just begged to be kissed. Letting my eyes rove down over her shoulders, which were all but bare, the only covering being the thin
Straps of her black evening dress. My eyes paused at her bust, for those who like statistics Nisha is 5 foot 5 inches tall and a shapely 34C-26-36 and her breasts were more than a generous handful, even for my large hands. Sighing I let my eyes slide down over her body admiring the cling of her dress to her shapely figure and the swell of her hips, my only lament was that the dress hid most of Nisha’s legs,
But I had the memory of their slender shapeliness. Despite being married to her for over eight years I still felt a surge of arousal just looking at my wife and at 34 I thought she had never looked better.
“Ranjeet,” my wife’s soft lilting voice greeted me as I joined the group, “you just have to see what Arjun found on the Net.”
Arjun grinned as he held out some sheets of paper, raising an eyebrow
I took the pages and glanced at them, then read then more closely. I’m
Not sure why Arjun had brought the printout, but it was a story he’d
Picked up somewhere on the Internet called ‘Nisha’s Choice’ by someone
Calling themselves HILMS. The story was about a guy and his wife at a
Party who get involved in an adult party game, the wife ends up as the
Subject of ‘Dus minute mein Swarg’, which basically meant a man tried
To get her to so excited within ten minutes that she says ‘**** me’.
If she does say this, she has to do whatever the man wants for an
Hour. Though I only skipped over the story I was both amused and a
Little turned on by the concept.
“Interesting, ” I commented with a grin as I handed the pages back to
Arjun, “but a little far fetched.”
“That’s what I said.” Nisha laughed.
“You have to admit though,” Komilla laughed, “the character names are
An amazing coincidence. ”
“A big coincidence. ” Arjun smiled tongue in cheek.
On that note Arjun went off to circulate around the room while the
Rest of us chatted and joked, the story quickly forgotten in the
Exchanges of banter and ribald comments. From time to time I saw Arjun
Showing off his story out of the corner of my eye, but didn’t pay him
Much attention. I guess it was about half an hour later that Arjun
Rejoined our group wearing a huge grin and for a few minutes just
Stood listening to our chat with his grin growing broader.
“Why the huge grin, Arjun?” Komilla eventually asked.
“Oh, nothing really,” Arjun replied, “just a comment someone made.”
I sensed that he was waiting to have the rest of it dragged out of
Him, but I was not going to give him the satisfaction of asking.
Though it seemed my wife was intrigued and asked him about the comment.
“Well since you asked,” he said with his smile turning to a full blown
Laugh, “a couple of guys said they thought that the woman in the story
Wouldn’t have lasted the ten minutes in real life.”
Inwardly I groaned, Nisha was always one for a verbal challenge, but
Especially so when she had been drinking, it was a foregone conclusion
That she would take up the chakravyu that Arjun had laid down.
“Rubbish,” Nisha laughed “if anything the woman would last longer,
Especially if she was resisting the urges.”
“You think?” Arjun grinned back. “I’m not so sure myself.”
Komilla looked at me and rolled her eyes as Arjun and Nisha got into
An animated, but friendly discussion centred on whether or not a
Fictional female would have lasted less than or longer than ten
Minutes. People noticing the conversation and its topic came over to
Join us, some just to listen, but one or two of the men made comments
More or less agreeing with Arjun’s point of view. Of course this only
Made Nisha dig her heels in even more to defend her position.
“Well,” Arjun eventually said, “there’s only one way to prove the
Point, that’s to put your money where your mouth is Nisha.”
Needless to say every male in the room immediately got his drift as
Did a number of the women, but Nisha looked puzzled.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I mean that the only way to settle this” Arjun spoke softly “would be
To put the situation to the test for real.”
“You mean…” Nisha gasped.
“I mean I take the role of the guy and you take the role of the
Woman.” Arjun spoke into the sudden silence in the room. “Same rules,
Same penalty as in the story so the incentives are the same to
Encourage you to hold out or for me break you down. Of course you
Could always admit I’m right and wimp out.”
I cursed under my breath as Arjun threw out the last comment, at the
Same time I began to wonder if Arjun hadn’t been setting Nisha up for
This situation, everyone knew how doggedly she defended a point of
View. What he was proposing was an area Nisha and I had discussed
During sex, but had never considered it as a reality and I quietly
Wished for Nisha to tell him where to stick his suggestion, though I
Did feel a bit of excitement at the idea. Nisha frowned and looked at
Me; one look in her pensive eyes told me that she had drunk more than
Enough to take up the challenge.
“Ranjeet?” she said softly.
“Hey,” Arjun objected, “it’s not up to him; you’re the one so adamant
The woman could hold out longer not Ranjeet.”
I gave Arjun a glare and my wife a shrug to indicate that it was her
Decision; around us everyone seemed to be holding their breath in
Anticipation of Nisha’s answer. My wife thought for a few moments then
I saw her shoulders straighten and knew what her answer was going to be.
“Okay,” Nisha spoke firmly, “you’re on.”
“You understand what I mean?” Arjun said pulling the story sheets out
Of his pocket. “I get to have my way with you for ten minutes.” Here
He read from the paper in his hand. “I can touch or kiss you, but I
Can only use my mouth and hands. If I can get you to say, ‘**** me,’
Before the ten minutes is up, then you must do anything I tell you for
The next hour.”
“Yes, yes, I understand.” Nisha responded.
Arjun grinned almost triumphantly and moved across the room to the
Couch, the couple that were already there quickly got up to give him
Room. Sitting himself in the centre of the couch Arjun looked up at my
Wife with a raised eyebrow as though challenging her to back down.
“Okay, who has a stop watch or timer?” Arjun asked as Nisha crossed
The room to join him.
As Nisha sat beside him one of the men produced a watch with a
Count-down timer on it, Arjun had the man set it for ten minutes then
Appointed Komilla as the time-keeper.
“One thing,” Arjun said as Komilla took the watch, “you don’t start
The time going until after I start.”
“Okay.” Komilla replied.
“And no distractions, ” Arjun added, “the watch has an end of time
Alarm so no need to count out the time.”
“Now just a minute,” Nisha objected “you were the one that wanted to
Do this as it was done in the story, so Komilla should count down the
Minutes like they did in the story.”
“Not feeling so confident?” Arjun smirked. “Don’t you think you can
Resist without the interruptions? ”
“Of course I can.” Nisha replied sharply. “Oh what the hell, do it
Your way.”
“Mind you,” Arjun said slowly, “I should get a bit of a head start
Seeing as the characters in the story were already turned on by having
Been playing a sex game, I mean fairs fair, i’ll be starting from
Stone cold.”
I couldn’t believe the guys gall, not that I could blame him for
Trying for every advantage, but he had been the one that had been so
Adamant about doing things exactly as per the story. Around me there
Were mutters of accent to his comment, it seemed most, if not all
Those watching agreed that Arjun should get a ‘warm up’ period. Nisha
Looked around nervously then her eyes came to rest on me, all I could
Do was shrug.
“How long a head start?” Nisha asked turning to look at Arjun.
“I thought ten minutes.” Arjun grinned, obviously sensing he was about
To gain another concession.
“Sod off,” Nisha said firmly, “that doubles the total time. Two minutes.”
“Hmmm,” Arjun frowned, “hardly a head start. Seven minutes might work;
After all you haven’t been excited by playing a game have you.”
“Maybe not,” my wife responded, “but it’s still too long. Four minutes.”
“Four?” Arjun sighed. “Well make it five and we have a deal.”
“Oh alright, five minutes but,” Nisha agreed, “no touching under
Clothing, on top only.”
“You’re on.” Arjun laughed. “We’ll have a drink first then get at it.
Komilla change the stopwatch to fifteen minutes and yell out when the
First five are up, okay.”
“Okay Arjun.” Komilla replied as she fiddled with the stopwatch in her
Hand.
Drinks were passed to Arjun and Nisha and while they sipped at them
The others chatted and joked about what was about to happen, I heard
One or two of them making bets with each other as to how long my wife
Would last. Komilla was standing right in front of the couple on the
Couch and about three feet away from them and I placed myself at her
Shoulder. From this position I could not only watch events unfold
Clearly I could also keep an eye on the stopwatch. Fixing my gaze on
The couch I noticed that Arjun seemed to be taking a hell of a time
Finishing his drink, Nisha had downed hers in one gulp and was already
Working on another. Then I noticed that Arjun had an arm along the
Back of the couch and that his hand seemed to be resting at the back
Of Nisha’s neck, a slight movement of her hair told me that the crafty
Sod was gently rubbing at the erogenous zone on her neck. I was
Tempted to tell Komilla to start the stopwatch, but held back since
Nisha didn’t seem to be worried about his touching her.
At long last Arjun finished his drink and put the glass aside, I felt
My body tense with both nervousness and excitement as he turned
Slightly in his seat to face my wife. Someone took the empty glass
From Nisha as she licked her lips nervously and watched Arjun turning
To face her, he grinned at her then leant forward until his lips were
A scant few millimetres from hers. Nisha tensed in anticipation of his
Kiss, but Arjun just hovered there letting the tension mount, a glance
To my right told me that Komilla had not yet started the stopwatch;
Clearly she was waiting for the first touch. A minute passed with
Arjun’s lips hovering over Nisha’s he was looking into her eyes and
Though she tried to avoid his gaze her eyes kept flicking back to his
With uncertainty growing in them. Nor was Nisha the only one feeling
The tension, the people around me seemed to hold their breath waiting
For that first touch of skin on skin. When Arjun finally closed those
Few millimetres between his lips and my wife’s he did it so slowly
That the kiss was seconds old before we realised that the seduction
Had begun in earnest. I had to nudge Komilla to start the stopwatch as
A collective sigh seemed to fill the room.
Nisha sat there with his lips pressed softly to hers, her eyes were
Open and looking around as she avoided looking into his eyes. Yet
Despite herself, as though drawn by some magnetism, her eyes drifted
To his and fixed there, when this happened Arjun increased the
Pressure of his kiss a little more. Again, despite herself, Nisha
Began to respond to his kiss, it was only a slight return pressure,
But it was enough of a positive sign for Arjun to move on. Kissing her
More firmly Arjun opened his mouth a little and although I could not
See it I somehow knew that he was pressing his tongue to my wife’s
Lips in a demand for entry. When Nisha’s chin moved I knew that she
Had given way to Arjun’s demanding tongue, I don’t know what my wife
Was feeling, but a tingle of excitement ran through me at this first
Sign of submission. That excitement grew when I saw Arjun put his
Right hand over Nisha’s shoulder, with slow stroking motions he slid
It down onto her right breast which he gently began to rub and squeeze
Through her clothing. A quick glance at the stopwatch in Komilla’s
Hand show that barely a minute had passed.
A pin dropping in the room would have sounded like a cannon going off,
Even the music that had been playing seemed muted to almost nothing
And from where I was standing I could hear Nisha’s breathing
Quickening slightly under Arjun’s attentions. Arjun started to pinch
At Nisha’s nipple through the thin material of her dress which made
Her breathing a little heavier. My mouth went dry when I heard the
Sound of a sudden intake of breath from Nisha as Arjun’s left hand
Moved onto her lap, his fingers pressing into the material over her
Pussy to rub gently at her mound. My eyes flickered from point to
Point as I watched Arjun’s actions with my wife; her eyes were still
Open as they kissed, but they seemed locked to his as though she was
Transfixed by something in their depths; his right hand squeezed and
Teased her right breast and nipple; his left hand pressed more firmly
Into her groin to rub at her pussy. I glanced at the stopwatch
Convinced that more than five minutes had passed, but was surprised to
See that Arjun still had half his warm up time left.
Then I heard Nisha give a gentle sigh and her legs, which up to that
Point had been firmly together began to slowly open giving Arjun more
Freedom to stroke at her pussy. Of course with Arjun being able to
Arouse her pussy with greater freedom meant her legs parted further
And so on, the point came where my wife was sat there with her legs
Spread wide while Arjun rubbed at her through her dress using his
Whole hand. I watched the material of Nisha’s dress dimple to the
Shape of her pussy as Arjun pressed his fingers firmly into her, his
Actions making her breathing heavier and louder. Then I nearly jumped
Out of my skin when the silence was shattered by a soft ‘beep-beep’.
“That’s the five minutes head start,” Komilla spoke barely loud enough
To be heard, “ten minutes left to get Nisha to say the magic words.”
I noticed that while she spoke Komilla had paused the stopwatch,
Though Arjun hadn’t broken his stride at all. For the first time in
More than five minutes Arjun parted their lips and while his hands
Stayed busy at her breast and pussy he leant close to her ear and
Spoke softly to her. In the story the husband had never heard what was
Being whispered, but in the silence that had once again fallen on the
Room Arjun’s words came to me clearly.
“Want to save us all some time and say it?” he crooned in her ear.
Nisha shook her head in the negative and Arjun grinned as he spoke again.
“You won’t make it and you know it,” he said softly, his breath
Puffing against her ear, “especially now that I can get you undressed.
Come on, say it, you’re so hot now after just the warm up, how will
You feel after a few more minutes of serious attention. Say it, you
Know you want to, you know you are going to eventually.”
My wife shook her head again, but I could see the hesitation in her
Movement and the uncertainty in her eyes. With a smile Arjun went back
To kissing Nisha and she returned his kiss within a few seconds of
Their lips touching. Deep down I knew that Arjun was right, my wife
Was not going to be able to hold out for the full ten minutes, already
She was showing all the signs of being fully aroused and much more
Attention would have her on the verge of a climax. Drawing a deep
Breath I glanced at the stopwatch to see how much longer Nisha would
Have to hold out, the damned thing was still paused and I nudged
Komilla who was so enthralled by events she had forgotten to re-start
The timer. When I looked back at the couch Arjun was sliding his right
Hand up to the top of Nisha’s dress, the material stretched as his
Hand slid under it and back onto her breast. Now it was bare skin on
Bare skin and I could see the material moving as Arjun played with my
Wife’s boob and teased her already hard nipple. At the same time his
Left hand slid down Nisha’s leg until it came to rest at the hem of
Her dress, which was a point just above her knee with the way the
Material had already rumpled. Arjun’s hand slid up Nisha’s stockinged
Leg gently rubbing in small circles as it rose up her thigh, the
Material of the dress gathered and slithered up her leg as his hand
Rose higher.
“Hhhhhuuuhhhh. ….mmmm” A stifled gasp from Nisha told me when Arjun’s
Hand had reached her pussy and I had no doubt that under the
Concealment of the material he was rubbing at her pussy in earnest,
Perhaps he even had his fingers under her panties and in her pussy….
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, so wet.” Arjun parted their lips and spoke softly while
Looking deep into Nisha’s eyes. “Sure you don’t want to say it?”
Nisha shook her head and muttered the word ‘no’ so low as to be barely
Audible to Arjun let alone to me. Undeterred Arjun put his lips to
Hers once more while his right hand slid out from under the top of her
Dress, with a gentle yet firm motion he pushed the thin strap from her
Shoulder and down her arm. Nisha bent her arm slightly, surrendering
To the inevitable and the strap flopped loose, and then Arjun’s hand
Was back at the top of her dress. As Arjun pushed the material of her
Dress down to reveal Nisha’s breast to everyone I glanced at the
Stopwatch, a minute and a half had passed; Arjun had eight and a half
Minutes left and I began to feel a little hope that he was moving too
Slowly to achieve his goal. For a few moments Arjun seemed content to
Tease Nisha’s now bare nipple and to press his fingers into her heavy
Boob flesh, but then he parted their lips and his head moved down over
Her chest. I looked up at Nisha’s face as Arjun sucked her nipple into
His mouth, her eyes were wide and fixed on what he was doing to her,
For a brief moment she looked up at me before looking back down to
Arjun. In that brief moment of eye contact my faint hope that Arjun
Was moving too slowly died, Nisha’s eyes had held a look of excitement
Bordering on orgasmic.
For what seemed like ages Arjun sucked and nibbled at my wife’s
nipple, at the same time his left hand seemed to be moving faster
under the material of her dress. His right hand had moved from Nisha’s
breast and was now behind her, I couldn’t see what his hand was doing,
but the gradual loosening of her top told me he was opening the zip at
the back of the dress. Then his right hand came back into view as it
slid onto her left shoulder to push the strap off her shoulder and
down her arm, once again Nisha bent her arm to free the strap and the
whole front of her dress just slithered down to her waist. Arjun’s
head moved to across her body and he sucked in her left nipple while
his right hand came back over her shoulder to her right breast. A
quick glance at the stopwatch in Komilla’s hand showed me that a bare
ninety seconds had passed and my wife was already half naked and
rising to a climax, she could not last another seven minutes. Arjun
suddenly sat up, his hands and mouth leaving Nisha’s body; he grinned
down at her heavy breathing and dreamy eyes and spoke.
“Lift up.” He ordered softly.
As though in a dream Nisha leant up and in one swift motion Arjun
pulled the dress from under her, down her legs and off. I gazed wide
eyed at my wife’s body as Arjun returned his hands and mouth to her
breasts and pussy, now we could all see his hand rubbing and pressing
at her panties, his fingers pushing the material into her slit. Then
his hand moved to the side of her flimsy panties, Arjun’s finger’s
slid under the material pushing it aside as two of his fingers sank
into Nisha’s pussy. Nisha’s reaction to this intrusion was gasp loud
enough to be clearly heard around the room and to arch her lower body
slightly as though to draw his fingers deeper into her. I could tell
from the tension in my wife’s body, the glaze in her now half closed
eyes and the flush of her face and breasts that Nisha was about to
climax and I expected her to cum any second. Arjun must have sensed
this too and it was not part of his plan to let her climax, clearly he
was aware that once she’d peaked there would be a period of calm
before she would be aroused to ecstasy again. Just as Nisha began to
squirm in pre-orgasmic bliss Arjun moved his fingers away from her
pussy, though he continued to gently suck at her nipples and tease her
boobs for a moment before leaning up.
As Arjun looked at my wife as though judging her level of arousal I
glanced at the stopwatch, another minute had passed though I would
have sworn it had been longer. My eyes flicked back to the couple on
the couch as Arjun reached down and tugged at Nisha’s panties, without
hesitation Nisha raised her lower body to allow him to slide the damp
material down her legs and off. Now my wife was dressed in nothing
more than a suspender belt, stockings and high heel shoes, she was a
gorgeous sight that would have had me instantly hard if my cock wasn’t
already rigid. Leaning over Arjun kissed Nisha while his right hand
teased her right nipple and his left rubbed gently at her pussy lips,
and then he parted their lips and put his mouth close to her ear.
“Feels good doesn’t it.” He said softly in her ear.
Nisha responded with a hum of pleasure while pushing her pussy up at
Arjun’s moving hand, her face was flushed and I could see her lower
lip caught in her teeth as she tried to hold back against the
sensations flooding over her.
“It can feel even better,” Arjun carried on, “so much better, all you
have to do is say those two little words. You know you want to. Will
you say them Nisha?”
I don’t think my wife could trust her voice because her response was a
slow hesitant shake of her head in the negative, Arjun smiled at her
response. Then he sank his fingers into her pussy while his mouth went
back to her nipple, I watched him finger fuck her slowly until once
again Nisha was right on the point of coming. With a grin Arjun sat
up, leant over, kissed my wife then slid off the couch to kneel
between her open legs. Nisha was breathing hard and heavy as Arjun
leant forward to plant a kiss on her pussy while his hands slid up her
body to her boobs. A glance told me that another minute had passed,
there was only five minutes remaining and once again I felt a faint
hope that my wife might hold out. My wife groaning drew my eyes back
to what was happening Arjun was gently blowing on her pussy, his warm
breath exciting her, but still not making her climax. Sitting up Arjun
reached up to pull Nisha’s face down to his and their lips locked in a
kiss of pure passion, his body was pressed to her pussy as they kissed
and I could see my wife making little humping motions against him.
Laughing Arjun parted their lips and leant back.
“Oh no,” he grinned down at her while teasing her nipples, “you don’t
get to cum that easy. Not until you say the magic words. Will you say
them?”
Nisha bit her lips and shook her head ‘no’, but her motion was even
more hesitant than before and my faint hope faded once more.
“We’ll see.” Arjun grinned as he lowered his head.
He ran his tongue all the way along Nisha’s slit in a slow,
tantalising motion and she groaned in pleasure, her lower body pushing
up to try and get her pussy tight to Arjun’s mouth. For a moment he
let her push her pussy against his mouth then he moved back so that
just the tip of his tongue was touching her flesh. Arjun’s hands were
busy teasing, tugging and twisting at Nisha’s nipples while he
tormented her with his tongue. With almost a feather-light touch Arjun
circled his tongue around Nisha’s clitoris then passed it over her
sensitive bud.
“OHHHHHHH… .. GGGGGGODDDDDDD. ….!” Nisha groaned out at this.
Other than a brief ‘no’ these were the first words Nisha had spoken
since they had started and I knew it was a sign that her resistance
was fast crumbling. As did Arjun, once again he circled her clit with
his tongue then licked at it a little more firmly which made my wife
groan out again. Her whole body seemed to be trembling as she hovered
on the very edge of an orgasm, an orgasm Arjun was denying her with
consummate skill. My eyes flickered to the stopwatch then back to the
action on the couch as my mind tried to understand how a mere minute
could have felt like five times that long.
“Mmmm, no, no.” Nisha started to intone through her groans of
frustrated pleasure as Arjun teased her clit with his tongue.
There was less than four minutes remaining now and Arjun was playing
my wife like a musical instrument, a touch here, a stroke there, a
lick or a suck and his actions were driving her crazy. So crazy that
she was squirming and writhing to his every touch, desperate to climax
but being denied that release by Arjun’s careful movements. Even when
he let his tongue push into her oozing hole he did it so slowly that
it merely added to the sensations flooding over Nisha without pushing
her over the edge into climax. Leaning back Arjun let a brief moment
pass so that Nisha would edge down the slope of pleasure she was on
then slid a hand down to her pussy. Sliding two fingers into her Arjun
began to finger fuck Nisha with slow, gentle thrusts that pushed her
right to the very edge and each time she trembled on the verge of
cumming he would stop moving.
“Say it.” Arjun whispered to my wife.
Her negative response was barely a single jerk of her head and as she
made this response I looked at the stopwatch, there was only two
minutes left to go, but could Nisha emulate the character in the story
and hold out. Arjun had masterfully kept my wife on the very edge of
climaxing for almost five full minutes and I felt sure that Nisha
would have to crack soon. As I watched Arjun leant forward again to
use his tongue on Nisha’s pussy once again part of me was willing her
to hold on, to suffer the exquisite torture and deny Arjun his
victory, but at the same time part of me was willing her to crack and
say the words ‘fuck me’. Mixed thoughts churned around in my head as I
watched Arjun playing with my wife’s body; watched the effect his
caresses were having on her and listened to her ever louder cries of
passion. Time seemed to be standing still as my eyes flickered between
the scene on the couch and the stopwatch Komilla was holding, there
were ninety seconds left when Nisha gave a low, guttural cry of sheer
frustrated desire. Arjun knelt up, his fingers taking the place of his
tongue at Nisha’s pussy, looking into her glazed eyes he smiled,
finger fucked her firmly for a few moments then held his fingers still
as Nisha responded with a muttered comment none of us could make out.
“What was that?” Arjun asked softly.
I glance at the stopwatch, there was a scant minute left to go, my
eyes went back to my wife’s face which was a picture of ecstatic torment.
“What did you say Nisha?” Arjun asked again.
The breath froze in my chest as I waited in dread and excitement for
my wife to reply to Arjun, my eyes flickered to the stopwatch to see
forty seconds left then back to the tableaux of Arjun and my wife.
Arjun moved his fingers in Nisha’s pussy once, twice then a third time
and my wife cried out.
“Fffffuck me!” she gasped out in a low, trembling voice.
“Louder, so we can all hear you.” Arjun chuckled at Nisha.
“FUCK ME YOU ARSEHOLE FUCK ME!” Nisha cried out loudly.
Komilla had stopped the stopwatch with thirty seconds still remaining of the allotted time, Arjun had won and now Nisha was his to do with as he wished for an hour. My heart raced as my wife’s loss hit me, I felt almost numb at the thought of another man having sex with my wife, but at the same time my cock was so hard it was throbbing at the very same thought. Through my stunned haze I saw Arjun move his hands from Nisha, she began to literally plead with him to fuck her and Arjun laughed as he opened his trousers, pushed them and his pants down to his knees.
“Yes, yes.” Nisha gasped out gazing at Arjun ’s hard cock “Give it to me. fuck me!”
Through my surprise at the desperation in my wife’s voice as she pleaded with Arjun to put his cock in her I vaguely noticed that his cock was more or less average in size, going by looks he had less to offer than I did. Not that this discovery gave me any relief as I stood there and watched this virtual stranger press his cock to my wife’s pussy. Arjun was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat as he pushed just the cap of his cock into my wife, she groaned then tried to thrust up to take the rest of him in, but Arjun had placed his hands at her upper thighs and stopped her motion before it could start.
“Naughty,” Arjun grinned down at Nisha, “now lie still like a good little slut.”
I felt weak at the knees as it hit me that Arjun was not just going to fuck my wife, his use of the word ‘slut’ seemed to hint that he had other plans for her than a simple fuck. For one moment I thought to step forward and put a stop to events, but a hand on my arm stopped me before I could take the first step.
“Nisha went into this with her eyes wide open Ranjeet,” Komilla said softly as I looked at her restraining hand then at her face, “she won’t thank you for showing her up by breaking things up.”
“Christ Komilla ,” I gaped at her, “I can’t just stand by and let her be used like some little fuck toy.”
“Of course you can,” Komilla half smiled, “and you will. Look, Arjun ’s a bastard, but he won’t hurt her, not much anyway.”
“Come on Komilla ,” I protested, “what if it was you there, how do you think Danny would react?”
“He reacted the same way you will once you calm down and just enjoy what happens.” Komilla said softly.
“You …?” I spluttered in surprise.
“Yes, me.” Komilla grinned. “Arjun pulled the same trick on me only I didn’t last half as long as Nisha. Ranjeet, believe me, it made sex between Danny and me much better. It’s only an hour Ranjeet, and an hour you will relish in the future.”
“But what about the others?” I said looking around the room at the half dozen other couples there.
“Of course they’ll screw her, if there’s time and that’s what Bill wants.” Komilla said softly. “Just go with it Ranjeet.”
While Komilla was making her revelations I had been watching Arjun slowly pushing more of his cock into Nisha amidst her pleadings and demands for orgasmic release. Whatever else he was Arjun certainly knew how to keep a woman from cumming, every time Nisha showed signs of going over the edge he would pause in his motions and wait for her to calm a little, then he would press on. By the time he had buried his cock in her to the hilt Nisha was threshing her head and literally crying out for release.
“You know,” Arjun commented as he held his cock still inside my wife, “an hour seems hardly enough to really appreciate a slut like you.”
I could not believe my ears, the man was openly angling to increase the time he had with my wife from an hour to God alone knew how long, nor could I believe that I was going to let him do it. Although this had hit me instantly I was not sure that Nisha was really aware of what Arjun was saying, her whole attention seemed desperately focussed on achieving a climax. When Nisha gave no response to his comment Arjun slid his cock in her pussy slowly until it was all but out of her pussy, Nisha writhed and struggled in an effort to get his cock back into her, but with no success. With a little sob of frustration Nisha lay still and looked up at Arjun , her eyes pleading with him to finish her off, grinning down at the now subservient woman beneath him Arjun slid his cock all the way back into her yearning depths.
“What do you say Nisha,” Arjun spoke softy as his groin pressed to hers, “should we make it longer than an hour?”
“Yes, anything,” Nisha sobbed softly, “only please fuck me properly!”
“Oh I will, I will. You will be well fucked by the time I’m finished with you.” Arjun laughed. “But first let’s talk time. Perhaps we ought to make it 2 hours.”
Nisha nodded a wild yes, her lower lip caught in between her teeth as she struggled to climax.
“I didn’t hear you.” Arjun said.
“Yes, two hours, yes.” Nisha half gasped and half sobbed.
“Hmmm, well I’m not sure,” Arjun mused while making a slow withdrawal of his cock, “can I do everything I want in two hours? I don’t think so. Let’s make it three shall we?”
“Yes, anything, only please fuck me!” Nisha pleaded with him.
“Anything?” Arjun grinned while pushing his cock slowly back into Nisha’s yearning pussy. “In that case how about this. The time is almost twelve thirty; you do whatever I want until seven in the morning, that’s a little over six hours. Still not enough in my view, but I don’t think you could stand any longer. So Nisha, what do you say, will you be my slut until seven?”
I held my breath as I waited for my wife to answer, though deep down I already knew what she would say.
“Yes!” she wailed and I let the air sigh from my chest.
“Yes what?” Arjun asked firmly.
“What you said,” Nisha gasped out, “I’ll do whatever you want until seven in the morning.”
“That’s a good little slut.” Arjun crowed. “And now for your reward.”
With that Arjun began to fuck Nisha in earnest, his cock started sliding in and out slowly, but in a few heartbeats he had picked up the pace and that was all it took to make Nisha climax. Climax was too mild an expression for what hit Nisha as all the pent up excitement crashed over her, it started with a shudder that became violent jerks of her body, at the same time she was almost screaming out the bliss she was feeling. This orgasmic explosion just seemed to go on and on, throughout all this Arjun continued fucking her with hard, heavy strokes that just seemed to make her ecstasy increase even more. Arjun was clearly enjoying the sensation of fucking my wife and seemed to be doing everything he could to draw out that pleasure, but despite himself his thrusts became ever harder and faster until their bodies were virtually crashing together. With a groan Arjun pushed hard into my wife and I watched his buttocks clenching as he came deep inside her, by this time Nisha’s movements had become weak and almost listless but when Arjun ’s seed filled her she gave a yelping cry then shook violently again.
“Oh am I going to enjoy this.” Arjun puffed as he leant back on his heels, his cock slithering wetly from Nisha’s pussy. “Who else wants to fuck this prime little slut?”
Arjun looked around the room as he spoke as did I, nor was I surprised to see four of the men present step forward, including our host Danny . As for those that hadn’t shown a desire to fuck Nisha about the only thing stopping them had been their wives taking their arm and talking stiffly to them, not surprisingly those couples left shortly after that, but not before the first of the other guests took his turn with Nisha. Feeling sick and excited at the same time I watched Nisha responding ever more weakly to the attentions of first our host then three other male guests, each of them taking her hard and fast concerned only for their satisfaction not hers. Nor can I deny that I was also tempted to fuck her, but the thought of my dick surrounded by the sperm of the other men just turned my stomach.
Finally those present were done with Nisha, an hour had passed and she had fucked and sucked five men, including Arjun , more than once and she looked well fucked. My wife’s pussy was oozing sperm, it coated her lips and chin, and some even glistened on her throat and boobs. Panting and shivering in post orgasmic pleasure Nisha lay on the floor where the men had placed her convinced, as was I, that her ordeal was over, but neither of us had reckoned on Arjun actually intending to use her until the last second of the agreed time. Arjun , once again sporting an erection, stood over Nisha, he seemed pleased at the well used look she wore and as she looked up at him questioningly he gave a little laugh.
“You’re not done yet my little slut.” Arjun spoke meaningfully. “There’s one hole that hasn’t been used yet.”
Nisha’s eyes widened as she realised which hole he was referring to, but though we didn’t do it often my wife was not an anal virgin. As the realisation reached her eyes Arjun grinned even more and nodded down at her as though confirming her thought.
“Assume the position like a good little bitch.” Arjun chuckled.
Nisha sighed then moved onto her hands and knees, her bum facing Arjun as she looked over her shoulder awaiting his pleasure.
“Damn you’ve got his slut well trained Ranjeet.” Arjun laughed as he moved closer to my wife.
He stuck his cock in her pussy to gather the juices there then withdrew it, a moment later Arjun was pressing his cock to Nisha’s small puckered anus. As he applied pressure Nisha hung her head between her shoulders and gave a small groan of pain, then she yelped and I saw Arjun ’s cock surging all the way into her back passage. There was nothing gentle about the way Arjun fucked her arse, his thrusts were fast and almost drove her to the floor with their power. Despite this Nisha managed to hold her position and, to my surprise, was soon moaning in pleasure which made Arjun laugh then thrust even harder.
“You like it hard don’t you my little slut.” Arjun commented breathlessly.
“Yes.” Nisha gasped back even though his words had not been a question.
“I bet you never let your husband fuck you hard and mercilessly.” Arjun grunted as he picked up the pace even more.
“No.” My wife responded breathlessly.
I blushed at her reply, even though it was true that I had always treated her lovingly her admission was humiliating and Arjun ’s response even more so.
“Well you sure love having a real man fucking you,” He laughed. “it takes a real man to handle a whore like you. Perhaps we’ll get together again after this just to keep you satisfied.”
Thankfully Nisha made no response, but that may have been simply because she was too busy climaxing to talk. While I thought about his comment that they get together again Arjun began to groan, moments later his cock was thrust deep inside Nisha as he filled her bowels with his cum. For a few moments after cumming Arjun remained still, clearly savouring the sensations of my wife’s arse around his cock, then, after a few idle thrusts he pulled out of her.
“Okay,” he sighed moving away from Nisha, “let’s go get cleaned up.”
I wasn’t too happy to see Nisha and Arjun leaving the room together, but I had little choice in the matter. A few minutes later Arjun returned without Nisha, grabbing his discarded clothing he quickly dressed then headed to the telephone. Around me the rest of the partygoers were saying their farewells to our hosts and no-one noticed me sidling near to Arjun or straining forwards in an attempt to hear his phone conversation. Although I couldn’t make it all out I got enough to realise that Arjun was making arrangements for a group of men to meet my wife somewhere, I couldn’t make out how many or the location. As he finished his call Nisha, still naked, reappeared, the only people left now were our hosts, Danny and Komilla , Arjun , my wife and myself, seeing Nisha Arjun grinned and instructed her to put on her dress.
“Just the dress,” he added, “you won’t need the rest.”
Puzzled Nisha did as instructed then stood there waiting for whatever was to come next and when Arjun spoke I felt my face go white.
“Okay my little whore,” Arjun grinned, “time to earn your keep. We’re going for a little ride, when we get there you will tout your sluttish little body just like any other whore there.”
“Now look here,” I spoke up at last, “that’s going too far.”
“It’s not your decision to make.” Arjun said sharply. “Nisha agreed to do what I wanted; well this is what I want. What about you Nisha, you want to call an end to this?”
“No,” Nisha replied as I went even paler, “I agreed and I’ll see it through.”
Unable to believe that Nisha was willing to prostitute herself for this man I just stared at her, her eyes refused to meet mine and I felt sick to the pit of my stomach at the thought that I was no longer enough for her. Danny and Komilla watched this by-play looking uncomfortable, when Arjun linked his arm through Nisha’s and asked them if they wanted to see the fun they declined. Ominously Arjun didn’t ask me to join them; nevertheless I grabbed up my wife’s remaining clothing and went after them, not even talking to our hosts as I left. As I got into my car I saw Arjun deposit Nisha in the front passenger seat of a BMW, I had my engine going before he was behind the wheel and was right on their tail as he pulled away. Then the BMW went roaring away well over the speed limit, though I tried to keep up both my driving skills and the car weren’t up to the challenge, sickened I realised that Arjun had deliberately lost me.
“Shit!” I swore meaningfully as I cruised along trying to figure out where he had been headed.
All I knew for sure was that Arjun was taking my wife to a regular haunt for prostitutes; my problem was that I hadn’t the first idea where that may have been. Then it came to me that Danny or Komilla would know where he’d taken Nisha, especially if Komilla had been through this too, so I quickly made my way back to their place.
“Ranjeet,” Komilla greeted me when she opened the door to my hammering on it, “what are you doing back here?”
“Trying to find out where that bastard has taken Nisha.” I spoke sharply as I pushed past her into the hall.
Danny appeared from the living room as I spoke, his face flushed with embarrassment as I looked at him then at Komilla .
“Well,” I snapped, “is one of you going to tell me.”
“Uh, look Ranjeet,” Danny spoke hesitantly, “we had no idea Arjun was going to, well, go this far in one night …”
“I don’t give a fuck about that right now,” I cut him off, “all I want to know is where they have gone.”
Komilla answered my question with directions to a local business park explaining that it was near a club area and the car parks were ideal for punters since the area was deserted at night, apart from the whores.
“I don’t think I want to see either of you again after tonight,” I commented as I headed for the door, “I can’t speak for Nisha of course, but assuming we have a marriage left after this I certainly hope she’ll feel the same way.”
With that I ran back to my car and headed for the location Komilla had given me as fast as my car could go, thankfully there were no police about as I ran red lights and speeded the whole way. When I arrived at the place Komilla had said Arjun was taking Nisha I couldn’t see Arjun ’s car or my wife, although I did spot a number of other women who were clearly touting for business. I cruised around the estate ignoring the come-ons from the prostitutes until at last I spotted Arjun’s car, it was parked well back from the road outside an office block and Arjun was inside it smoking a cigarette. Of my wife there was no sign and I could only assume that she was already with a client somewhere, all I could do was sit back anxiously and watch for her return.
Twenty minutes passed in which time two of the girls had been picked up and another had been dropped off, but finally Nisha got out of a car that then sped away leaving her at the side of the road. My first instinct was to go over to her, but then I wondered if I’d even be welcome, then the opportunity was gone as another car pulled up beside my wife, she leant down to talk to the driver then got into the car which drove off. I was going to start the car and follow them when there was a tap on the passenger window, surprised I looked over at the woman peering in at me. Nervously I lowered the window.
“You looking for a good time honey or just looking?” She asked with a wry sort of grin.
“Uh, neither,” I stammered and blushed, “I’m, uh, just waiting for someone.”
The woman looked around then quickly got into the car, I looked at her in surprise wondering what to do next.
“Don’t worry love,” she said softly, “I don’t bite, not unless you pay me to. I guess you’re waiting for Arjun’s new tart to finish up.”
All I could do was nodding an affirmative; she smiled though the smile never touched her eyes.
“Thought so.” She said with a sad tone in her voice “You’ll have a long wait, Arjun makes sure the new girls are busy all the time their first night. Try again tomorrow honey, if you really want her, or you can try me out we’re from the same stable.”
My heart sank at her words, it seemed that Arjun was not only a bastard he was a pimp and the way this woman was talking my wife was going to be working for him on a regular basis. Suddenly I began to wonder about the whole night’s events, especially how fifteen minutes could have seemed like an eternity.
“Shit!” I swore making the woman jump in surprise. “Those bastards set her up; Komilla was stopping the bloody watch so Arjun would win!”
“What are you taking about?” The whore asked.
“Nothing that concerns you.” I answered. “Look I don’t want company, I’m just going to wait until, uh, and the new girl’s free.”
“Suit yourself honey.” She answered brusquely and got out of the car.
Alone again I cursed myself for all sorts of an idiot for not noticing the deception Komilla , Danny and Arjun had pulled off, at the same time I wondered just how he expected to keep my wife working for him. Over the next four hours I watched as Nisha was picked up and dropped off by man after man, in all there were twelve of them and by the time seven arrived she looked exhausted. Right on the dot of seven I watched Nisha make her way over to Arjun’s car, I got out of my car, stretched the kinks out of my back and followed her. She was in the car and talking with Arjun as I got into earshot, neither of them noticed my approach.
“Take me home,” Nisha was saying to Arjun, “I’ve done what you wanted and the time is up.”
“Well now,” Arjun smirked, “you certainly did do what I wanted and I’ll thank you to pass over the money you’ve earned.”
“Now will you take me home?” Nisha said handing over a thick wad of cash.
“Soon.” Arjun laughed waving the cash. “You are a right little earner Nisha, not bad for your first night.”
“First …” She gaped. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you working for me” Arjun grinned, “full time.”
“No way!” Nisha snapped at him. “Now take me home right this instant.”
“Listen up slut,” Arjun snapped grabbing her arm roughly, “you work for me now; the alternative is to find yourself up on charges for prostitution. A couple of those guys you were with are cops and all I have to do is slip them the wink and they’ll have you picked up, charged and splashed all over the local rags so fast you won’t know what hit you. Now let’s talk about this on the way.”
I was so stunned by what I’d heard that Arjun had the engine started and was moving away before I could even react. Shaking off my stupor I ran back to my car and quickly made my way home, surprised to find that I had arrived before them. Inside I waited in the living room watching the street from behind the net curtains my tension growing as time passed until thirty minutes later I was fit to be tied. Then, at long last, Arjun’s car stopped outside the house, a tired and disheveled Nisha got out and as the car moved away she turned to face the house. Moving away from the window I waited for my wife to come in.
“Ranjeet!” Nisha gasped in surprise as she saw me waiting for her in the middle of the living room.
“Have a good time?” I asked cruelly.
Avoiding looking at me Nisha crossed the room to the sideboard, poured herself a drink then went and sat on the sofa.
“No,” she answered after taking a sip at her drink, “I didn’t. I’m surprised you had to ask.”
“Well it’s hard to know” I commented making my way to the sideboard, “after that display at the party. What am I supposed to think when my wife is begging another man to fuck her, especially when she later admits she likes the way that man fucks her better than she does her husband.”
Drink in hand I turned to face my wife, she was frozen with her glass half way to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and dismay at my words. Nisha lowered the glass to her lap as tears trickled down her cheeks.
“Ranjeet,” she said softly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t really know what I was saying; I was so high on sex. You must know I didn’t mean any of that, I was just saying what he wanted to hear.”
“So you say,” I sighed, “but after what I saw and heard tonight I really don’t know what to think. Nisha, I was stunned that you took up the challenge in the first place; I know you were drunk, but I didn’t think you were that far gone. After that I couldn’t believe the things you did with Arjun and the others, then to add insult to injury you went off whoring for him.”
“But I …” she started to respond.
“I hope that wasn’t going to be a denial of the whoring,” I interrupted her, “but despite Arjun making sure I couldn’t follow you I did find you and I saw you being picked up and dropped off time after time.”
“You saw!” she gasped. “Oh God! Ranjeet, I don’t know what it was that came over me, but I just couldn’t seem to say no to him.”
I had a sneaking suspicion that Komilla and Danny had done more than fiddle with time-keeping, but that would have to wait, right now I wanted, needed to know whether my wife had agreed to work for Arjun as a whore.
“And are you now working as his whore?” I asked then went on as her face paled. “I heard part of your conversation in the car before he brought you home.”
“No,” she said firmly, “I’m not working for him. If you heard any of the conversation you know I’m going to be arrested for prostitution, but I’d rather that than do what that bastard wanted of me.”
“Pity you couldn’t have had that attitude earlier in the evening.” I commented.
While we were talking I was also thinking about the events of the night and being honest with myself I had found parts of what had happened very much a turn on. Watching her being played with by Arjun had been one of those turn on events, as had seeing her being fucked by the man, although his deliberate humiliation of me by getting my wife to comment on my sexual prowess had not been. I remembered what Komilla had said about what Arjun did to Nisha would make sex better between us in the future and was forced to agree that she may have had a point to a degree. Then I remembered what had been the worst turn off of the night, watching Nisha fulfilling the role of whore for Arjun , though again, in all honesty, I was not sure whether it had been her playing the whore or playing the whore for someone other than myself that made it such a turn off.
“Ranjeet,” Nisha was saying, “I can’t change what happened, nor can I explain why I acted such a slut for Arjun , I certainly hadn’t wanted to when we started. What I do know is that I love you and don’t want to lose you because of this.”
“Tell me Nisha,” I frowned, “how would you feel if it had been me doing all those things with, for example, Komilla ?”
“Mad as hell.” She sighed. “I’d be jealous and hurt and probably wouldn’t want to talk to you at all.”
“And if I then professed to love you despite what you seen me doing?” I asked.
“I’d have doubts.” She confessed with fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. “What are we … you going to do Ranjeet?”
I had been thinking about that myself, one thing was certain I still loved my wife, the question was could I handle her having been fucked by so many men at the whim of a man who it later turned out had been trying to recruit her as a prostitute. A stirring in my groin gave me an answer, yes I could handle it, not only that I had learnt more about my wife’s sexuality in that one night than in all the years we’d been together and that was something I would certainly enjoy exploring to the full. Looking at Nisha’s pale, tear stained face I found myself thinking about setting her up for another gang bang, perhaps even having her play the whore again. Then I quickly cut off those lines of thought, I was making plans for my wife that she would probably not enjoy or agree to, but the thoughts persisted nevertheless.
“What are we going to do?” I repeated her words with a grin. “Well I for one am going to head for bed to get some sleep.”
“Sleep?” she stared at me in astonishment. “But …”
“Nisha,” I smiled sitting down beside her on the sofa and taking one of her hands in mine, “its confession time. I found most of what happened last night a right turn on. I don’t know about you, but I had never even fantasised about you with other men while I watched, but last night seems to have changed that.”
Nisha’s eyes were widening as I spoke and not solely with surprise while her hand tightened in mine.
“Yes,” I continued, “there were points where I felt humiliated, disgusted and angry, but on the whole I was aroused seeing you being used.”
“Then you forgive me for letting it all happen?” Nisha asked hopefully.
“If there’s anything to forgive,” I replied, “I suspect that we were both set up by our so called friends. I know you were pretty drunk, but I have this feeling that at least one of your drinks held something other than booze and that made you go along with whatever Arjun wanted you to do in the end. All I know was I enjoyed seeing you so damned hot.”
“I see,” Nisha said slowly, but a sparkle was coming back to her eyes, “you liked seeing your wife acting the slut and whore. Well I guess I have to be as honest with you as you were with me, I surprised myself last night, I don’t know if it was something slipped to me or just a me I didn’t know about, but I enjoyed playing the slut. I’m not so sure I liked being a whore for Arjun though, but I think that was because I was being forced to do it by a man I was growing to hate.”
“So if I had you do those things …?” I asked with my cock swelling in my pants.
“Before tonight I would have told you what to do with yourself,” she replied with the first smile since she’d got home, “but now I think I might like it, as long as I’m doing it for and with you.”
“Hmmm,” I frowned, “there might be a problem there. I discovered that the idea of sticking my cock into other men’s sperm makes me feel physically sick.”
“I think Arjun may have felt the same way,” she chuckled, “at least he always made sure he had first fuck at my holes, you could do the same then sit back and watch me getting fucked rotten.”
Then she yawned, smiling I stood up, drew her to her feet and took her upstairs where we showered together then climbed into bed. Within minutes we were asleep, she too fucked to do more and me too tired from tension to want her to.
That night did change our lives and for the better, though there were a tense couple of days as we waited for Arjun ’s police friends to come calling, only it seemed that threat had been a bluff. Sex between us just got better, especially as I now knew that Nisha enjoyed being treated like a slut occasionally, and not only did it get better it got more frequent, way more frequent. As for Danny and Komilla , we eventually wormed the Komilla out of them, they had laced three of Nisha’s drinks with a drug Arjun had provided, Komilla had indeed fiddled with the timing to ensure that Nisha lost the challenge, after that we cut all contact with the pair. I hear some of you wondering if we ever arranged for Nisha to be gang banged again or to play the whore, the answer is yes on both counts and maybe one day the story of those events will be told.