I’m Rahul (38), my wife’s name is Shruti (30). We got married 7 years ago in an arranged marriage. We are both from conservative families. We live in an independent villa. We are blessed with a boy who stays mostly at my parents’ house nearby.
Coming to my wife she is a typical southern Indian woman. She’s 5’4 tall and fair in complexion with very long and thick black hair till her buttocks. She often wears flowers for her hair and dresses modestly.
Her measurements are 36-25-35, and she has a bra size of 36 G. She mostly wears sarees, Punjabi dresses, and nighties when she sleeps.
We have a driver named Abdul (32) who started working for my house a few months after my wedding. Soon, my servant, Mohammed (29), joined a few months later. They have been working with us for more than 6 years now.
For a few days, there were instances of robbery in my colony. I was worried, so I also installed CCTV cameras around and inside the house. Just to be careful. This was done when my wife was in her hometown. I forgot to mention the cameras to her. I thought it was not a big deal.
Just like every day, I was getting ready to go to work. My wife was preparing breakfast while getting help from my servant Mohamed. The driver, Abdul, was ready with the car.
My wife was dressed in a light green saree with a black blouse. Jasmine had flowers in her hair, tied up in a bun. She looked so beautiful. She waved bye, and the driver drove me to my office and went back home.
Today’s schedule was light work. It wasn’t as busy of a day as it used to be normally. So I was on my phone a lot, scrolling through reels. While scrolling through my phone, I looked at the home security camera device app. It allows me to check the cameras anywhere I want.
I never tried it once after the cameras were installed in the house. Out of curiosity, I opened the app and checked the outside cameras. Nothing special happened. I’ve decided to check the inside cameras. The bedrooms and halls were empty.
I finally clocked on the kitchen camera and what I saw etched in my mind permanently. My wife, Shruti, was getting hugged by the servant Mohamed from behind around her waist, and she didn’t seem to mind. She kept cutting the vegetables like this was a daily thing to her.
They were talking about something. I couldn’t hear because there was no microphone. They were giggling a lot. Slowly, Mohamed moved his hands towards my wife’s breasts. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My innocent and traditional wife was getting groped in her house, and she was not flinching.
He reached her mounds and started massaging them gently. She liked it. Her expression conveys it. She hinged forward a bit so that her round butt would press against his groin. He nibbled on her neck while he squeezed her boobs with force. After a while, he turned her around and started kissing her.
They both locked their lips real hard and pressed each other’s tongues in each other’s mouths. It was a super sloppy French kiss. Then he broke the kiss, grabbed her neck and said something. She nodded sexily and kneeled in front of him. He removed his shirt.
He had a lot of aft but was muscular, too. My wife then proceeded to open his pants and pull out his dick. It was big, at least two times mine, 10 inches long and 3 inches thick. It was circumcised. My wife grabbed his cock with her tiny hands.
She placed a kiss on his dick head. She looked sexily at her lover and proceeded to suck him down. My gosh, that was pornstar-level sucking. She was sucking as if she had been doing it for many years. It was sloppy. The precum mixed with her saliva was drooling around her mouth and chin.
Keep in mind that she was still completely dressed. She wore her mangalsutra and jewellery like bangles, toe rings, and sindoor. After some 20 minutes of intense sucking, he finally made her stop and made her stand. Her mouth was covered with his precum, and she just licked it away.
Then they engaged in another French kiss. They broke again, and Mohammed removed his pants. My wife threw her pallu away, inviting him to plunder her assets. Her cleavage was visible. The mangalsutra on her breasts made it even sexier. He started massaging her boobs again while kissing her.
He slowly unhooked her blouse. Her boobs sprang out into freedom. She was not even wearing a bra. Her boobs were made in heaven. Perfect round shape with perfect areolas and grape-sized nipples. Any man would give his life away to suck those melons.
Mohammed continued his assault by sucking her left breast while fondling the other. She hugged him tightly around her neck. After some time, he stopped. Her boobs became red as tomatoes because of all the love they received. He then lifted my wife and placed her on the kitchen counter.
He lifted her saree and bunched it around her waist. She was not even wearing a panty. She started licking and kissing and slobbering her love hole. I think he was hitting all the right angles as she was getting overwhelmed with pleasure. It appeared that she was moaning very loudly.
He pulled her down and made her lean against the counter, and placed his dick at her pussy entrance. Is this really happening? Is my wife going to allow a servant, a Muslim, to defile her? His dick in her was just a few centimetres away from her pussy hole.
Suddenly, he pushed it right in with all his might. My wife jerked up and let out a scream. But surprisingly, his huge tool went inside without much obstruction. So this was not their first time. He slowly increased the speed and started to defile my lovely traditional wife with his circumcized dick.
My wife turned her head towards him and started kissing him. He grabbed her left boobs and started squeezing it while he penetrated. It was a sight to withhold. My traditional wife was getting back shots by my Muslim servant in our kitchen when I was gone.
He continued to pound her in that position for some time. He lifted her like she weighed nothing and brought her to the sofa. He sat on her sofa and was rubbing his dick softly. My wife understood the cue and got up. She bunched her saree around her waist and squatted on his dick.
She started bouncing on it. Her boobs were dancing along with her mangalsutra while Mohammed feasted on her tits. It’s been half an hour already, and he didn’t cum yet while she came at least 3 times. Then, they shifted to doggy style. He was pounding her. He untied her hair and let her hair loose.
He grabbed her hair and pounded her with immense lust. Suddenly, someone opened the door. A tall man entered the house. It was my driver, Abdul. He had left me in the office and came back home. He walked towards my wife and Mohammed. He grabbed my wife’s chin and lifted it.
My wife gave me a sexy smile. He put his hand in his pants and pulled out his dick. It was just as huge as Mohammed’s. It was 11 inches long and 3.5 inches thick. Without any delay, my wife took his huge dick in her soft mouth and started sucking it.
She was not just serving one but two Muslim guys at the same time. I was helpless as my wife was getting spit-roasted by two guys in my own house. I’ve already seen this ordeal thrice, and they don’t seem to stop anytime soon. After some time, they changed positions.
Now Mohammed was getting his dick sucked while Abdul was fucking my wife. Abdul pulled her saree off completely. All three were buck-naked. Mysteriously, my wife still didn’t even remove her mangalsutra to show any sign of respect for me.
Abdul was spanking her ass roughly, which seemed to entice her even more. Unlike Mohammad, Abdul was very brutal while fucking her. He was pounding her like it was his last day. All this fucking and sucking made her boobs jiggle along with her mangalsutra.
Then Abdul lifted her and took her to the bedroom, OUR BEDROOM. Abdul made her sit on his dick in a cowgirl position and started riding him. Mohammed stood beside them and put his lollipop inside her mouth. They both kept on exchanging their positions till the afternoon.
They fucked continuously for 3 hours. While my wife was on her knees, both Abdul and Mohammed jerked it in front of her and came on her face. Her face was covered by their Muslim cum. My wife scooped every drop of it and swallowed it like a cheap slut.
After that, they cleaned themselves and got dressed. My wife and Mohammed were in the kitchen preparing lunch. Abdul was watching TV like he owned this house. Mohammed was constantly touching my wife in between. I had to get back to work. I couldn’t even believe what I saw.
I worked like a cog in a machine, like a robot. After an hour or so, I quickly checked what was happening again. To my surprise, all three were in my bedroom again. All were naked again and having sex. I have to agree that these guys have incredible stamina.
My wife was an incredible slut to get fucked by them for so long. It was two in the afternoon. I saw them both taking turns in her pussy and mouth till it was 5. Then Abdul fucked her hard like a bull and pulled his cock outside. I came on her back while she was still sucking Mohammed.
Abdul dressed up and came out to pick me up. Mohammed then crawled back and started sucking her pussy. Abdul greeted me with full respect at my office doorstep. He behaved as if he didn’t just fuck my wife like a rabid dog a few minutes ago.
I watched my wife cleaning herself and getting dressed while I was on my way. I reached the house, and everyone behaved as if nothing happened. My wife looked fresh, just like in the morning. That night, I couldn’t sleep at all. I ordered microphones, and they arrived the next morning.
I placed them in every corner of the house, including bathrooms. I can’t place a camera in the bathroom. In the morning, Just like every day, she served food to me and went to the kitchen where Mohammed was waiting for her. I saw him groping her and squeezing her boobs on my phone.
Damn they don’t even care that I’m still in the house. I called Abdul to get the car ready. Immediately, Abdul informed me that he had sent the car for maintenance. Fucking hell! Now I have to go to the office by taxi. I booked my cab, and I was on my way.
I immediately opened the app and started spying on them. As soon as I left, my wife Shruti ran towards Mohammed and started French kissing him. I could hear all their noises. The sounds were very erotic.
“My stupid husband left, fuck me like you always do. Make me feel special.” Pleaded my wife.
“Bitch, I will quench your thirst with my Muslim cock. By the way, it’s Friday, and you know what it means.” He replied.
“Oh, then let me get ready for that. In the meantime, Abdul will also come,” she said.
Get ready? For what? I was curious. She went inside the bedroom. Mohammed was dressed in a proper Muslim outfit. Soon Abdul was home with almost the same outfit. I had to take a business call so that I couldn’t spy on my wife.
When I returned and checked on her, she was wearing a green saree, our wedding saree. She wore flowers and proudly displayed her mangalsutra. I noticed her waist had a waist chain. She looked like a bride. “Come in!” she screamed. They both entered the room and were awe-struck.
“Even if we fuck you daily, we wait eagerly for today. Today, we will show you the might of superior genes. Let’s see who will make you pregnant this time. Me or him? ” Abdul said.
What? My son is not mine? So, I was lied to throughout my whole marriage? That was shocking.
“I’ll just claim that our child is his. My stupid husband will believe it without batting an eye,” My wife said.
Abdul pulled his bride, i.e. my wife, closer and kissed her. Mohammed went back and grabbed her behind and started feeling her from behind. “I will cum inside you multiple times and have you raise my kid,” Abdul said. My wife smiled seductively.
Mohammed grabbed her pallu, pulled it out, and threw it on the ground. Her huge cleavage was now visible to the monsters who were going to destroy her. Both of them were squeezing her mounds.
Mohammed grabbed her blouse hooks from behind and removed them one by one. Let her milk tankers out into freedom. Abdul latched on to them.
“Abdul, you know why this bitch still wears her mangalsutra when we fuck her?” Mohammed asked.
“Why?” he replied. “It’s because she knows well fuck her even harder when we see her mangalsutra dangling when we fuck her,” he said
All three of them laughed. My wife knelt in front of them and took their dicks out of their pyjamas, and started sucking them. She kept sucking their dicks like lollipops for 15 minutes. Their pre cum and her saliva were dripping on her boobs and even on her mangalsutra.
Abdul ordered her to spit out the cum from her mouth and apply it to the mangalsutra. She did it without hesitation. Mohammed lifted and peeled her saree off completely except for her waist chain, mangalsutra, and other jewellery. They got naked except for their skull caps.
They made her stand on all fours. Abdul was pounding her pussy, and Mohammed was getting his dick sucked. They both continued to splitroast her for an hour. Then the unthinkable happened. Abdul was pounding her pussy in a cowgirl position facing him.
Mohammed slowly positioned his dick at her asshole and grabbed her. She realized that something was off. He then shoved it inside her asshole. She screamed, but it went surprisingly easily.
“It’s been a while since we fucked your ass, bitch,” Mohammed said.
“You should have warned me, at least.”
“Oh, should I take it out then,” Mohammed said sarcastically.
“No, please, pound me harder,” my wife replied.
They continued to pound her till four. They both came inside her holes multiple times, with the majority of the cum in her pussy being of Abdul. I watched everything from my office. I watched as they both used my wife’s holes as if she belonged to them.
They cum inside her married pussy and ass. They realized it was time for me to come home, and they had their last session. I didn’t know why I did that, but I called her. She lifted after some time. She started talking to me while they were having their way with her holes.
” Yes, darling,” she said.
“Hey, I’m going to my mom’s house. I’m going to stay with them along with our son today,” I said as I saw Abdul pounding her from behind and Mohammed sucking her tits.
“Oh, that’s ok. Bye, honey,” she replied.
I said bye and cut the call. “My stupid husband isn’t coming home tonight,” she announced. All three were happy. “Today, we will fill you till you explode,” they said. The whole night, they fucked in every corner of the house.
Sometimes, my wife and Abdul, sometimes my wife and Mohammed and most of the time, all three. They fucked in the bedroom, kitchen, dining table, bathrooms. They even made food for themselves and ate it while being completely naked.
Then proceeded to fuck till the next morning at 4 o clock. They all slept in my bedroom. My wife was in the middle and was completely wasted.
By the time I came home, they had left. My wife opened the door, looking all saintly and sanskari. Like she didn’t get destroyed by two Muslim men while her husband was away, from that day onwards, I saw her getting railed almost every day by them.
On Fridays, they used to cum inside her to get her pregnant. Later, I realized that she gave consent to them to get her pregnant again after my first child. Every Friday, she used to dress up like a sanskari woman. They used to fuck her brains out.
A few months have passed. My wife told me that she was pregnant and claimed it was mine. Everybody in the house knows that it’s not mine. Because of her pregnancy, her hormones changed a lot. She was horny almost every time, and it was a feast for Mohammed and Abdul.
Her boobs grew even bigger and were filled with milk. It was a milk party for Mohammed and Abdul every day. After a few months, she gave birth to a baby girl. They all conducted a DNA test and discovered that it was Abdul’s. He was happy. Though the frequency has reduced, they still were fucking.
One day, while my wife was in the kitchen, Abdul hugged her behind. He said, “Shruti, I was happy when I made you pregnant. I want you to be my baby machine. I want to have as many kids as possible with you. I want to spread my genes.”
My wife slowly unhooked her blouse and said, “My sanskari pussy wants to be bred by you. Please fill me up and make me yours again.”