My wife turns into my office’s paid slut

 The pandemic has changed everything. While some lost their jobs and lives, I am among those who lost their ethics and wives — to other men!

Let me first introduce ourselves. We are a couple, barely married a few years, and live in Kolkata. Now the most necessary detail — My wife, Roshni, is a 35-year-old dusky, busty woman with assets of 36-32-38.

Before the pandemic, we worked at two different MNCs. Lo and behold! We both lost our plum jobs within a gap of three months. Times were tough, and we had to borrow money from her father. But how much could a retired person give? We were worried but at the same time helpless.

Hapless, we both started looking for jobs. Any kind would do. An education service provider company was looking for a sales manager to take their services to the educational institutions. The salary they offered was a little less than what I was getting at the MNC. But we had no choice, and I joined the company.

The first month went well but then started unrealistic targets. The sales figures were dipping, and the bosses wanted us to do something fast. It was a small company. Everybody, including the owner, 65-year-old Pratap Malhotra, would work as a teammate.

One day, my boss, the owner of the company, summoned me to his cabin. Talking about the sales figure, he told me that my performance in the last month was not satisfactory and I need to buck up. It was not an admonishment but more of advice.

While talking, Pratap sir suddenly asked me about how I am managing my finances now. I had earlier told him that both my wife and I had lost our jobs. I told him that there was a relief after my job but still a huge gap in the earning to meet up.

He then said that he had a job for my wife and asked me if she would join us. I was overwhelmed and asked him about the job role. He said he would discuss it with my wife. I was too happy to ask any further. After going back home, I first hugged Roshni and told her about the good news.

She was happy too, and that night itself, she selected a good saree to wear the next day. The next morning, we both got ready and headed to the office. We straightaway walked into Pratap sir’s cabin, and he invited Roshni inside. I was asked to wait outside. I went to my table and started my work.

The interview went on for long and, much to my anxiety, beyond two hours. What job is Pratap sir offering that is taking such a long time, I wondered. It was almost two hours after Roshni walked out and walked up straight to me.

Her face was red, not like a woman blushing, but more like a bloodshot, the one usual after some rigorous exercise. She barely looked into my eyes. But with an uncomfortable smile on her face, she said she had got the job and would start working from the next day.

I tried to ask her what the job role was. But she avoided it and said she was in a hurry and had to go and buy some clothes and leave. I was in a hurry to finish my work too and didn’t pester. Moreover, I thought no matter what job role it was, more important was that she got a job. I will listen to all details at night.

But as she walked out of the office, I looked at her and saw her walking slightly uncomfortably. She was awkwardly lifting her ass and walking out of the door. A few minutes later, I told myself it could be because of the heels. She was wearing a pretty long pair of heels to make her look attractive.

At night, when I returned home around 8 pm, I saw Roshni was in our bedroom, sitting by the window in dim light. I walked up to her and hugged her from behind. She rested her head on my shoulder. I realized she was boozing and was quite drunk. I was slightly taken aback and asked her if everything was okay.

Roshni nodded and asked, “Don’t you want to see what clothes I bought for the office?”

I said yes, I would love to. She pointed towards the bed and asked me to light a brighter light. I did so, and when I turned my back, I first saw the bed strewn with at least 5 sets of lacey, transparent bra and panty (all G-String), 3 corsets, a couple of stockings, and garters.

I then turned towards Roshni. I saw her sitting on the window sill with her legs spread, clad in a tight, shiny off-shoulder dress without any panty. Roshni was drunk. But I must admit, she looked like a sex bomb, the type you would get if you ordered a call girl.

She then walked up to me and held me tight. She did not speak, and I did not know what to ask. I had a hard-on. She felt it from above my pant and said, “From now, you’ll have to control your urge or satiate your hunger by masturbating. I may not be able to have sex with you.”

I was surprised and asked her what exactly happened! She then made me sit on the chair. She took my head, placed it on her huge bulging breasts, and started telling me everything.

“Have you ever seen an interview going on for more than two hours? This was a special interview where I had to make a choice. Although it didn’t feel right, I had to choose between what I felt was right and what I had to do. Your company’s sales figures are plunging, and it is affecting the revenue.

So your boss wants eye candy that can attract sales and get the company rich profits. Although I would be an employee of the same company, I won’t be sitting at your office. Instead, I would be working from posh hotels where our clients would be brought in to be pampered.”

“My work hours will generally start from the evenings and go on till the mornings. I also have one more thing to tell you,” Roshni stopped.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I signed a bond today that the company will use me in any which way it wants. Make me sleep with any number of clients it wants. I have to satisfy every person in every situation. Right from cam sessions to one-on-one sessions and threesomes to gangbangs with no limit in the number of men.”

“The bond also said I cannot say no if a client wants anal sex or fuck me without a condom. Although I may ask him to drop inside my asshole. If multiple clients want to drop their sperm inside my pussy, I will have to oblige. If any client complains against me, my salary will be cut.”

“The bond also said I will have to be available for all the sales officials of the company. Whenever anybody would require my sex services to crack a deal, I would have to work for him,” she said.

I was stunned and didn’t know what to say. I tried to open my mouth, but Roshni held me tight and said, “I know you are feeling bad. But this is my decision and not a word from you anymore. It is a lot of money, and I know how much it is important for us.”

“I would be getting a salary of Rs 1 lakh plus an incentive for each client who signs a contract. On top of that, the company will pay my maintenance costs such as make-up, parlor sessions, contraceptive pills, and everything else. But I will not have any fixed off and may have to travel outstation if the clients demand it.”

I was listening to every word she was saying. One part of me wanted to kill Pratap sir, while the other was getting horny as fuck. It was always my dream to watch my wife get fucked by other men. But I was yet to understand what took so long inside sir’s cabin, and I asked her.

She said, “Initially, I was against the offer and took some time to think whether I should agree or not. And then after I said yes, I had to,” she stopped again. I asked her what did she have to do. In a low voice, she said, “I had to give a demo of my sex services to your boss.”

“Although he is old, he has a thick cock. He made me suck twice for at least 15 minutes each time. Sir also stripped me naked and dry fucked my asshole for a good 20 minutes at a stretch. He dropped inside my asshole. I was so tired that I almost collapsed on his couch naked.”

“He then gave me some water. I was about to wear the petticoat again when he asked me to prepare for another round. I thought, how can a 65-year-old man have so much stamina to fuck twice in an hour? Anyway, I spread my legs and started playing with my pussy.”

“Then he picked up the phone and asked someone to come. Within two minutes, your office’s servant Ramesh entered. I was shocked and tried to cover myself when sir asked me to relax. He turned towards Ramesh and said,  ‘Madame ko achhe se bina condom ka chodo mere samne aur andar fenko apna maal.’”

“I was shocked and tried to protest. Sir said I have to get used to sleeping with everyone because even a client’s driver may fuck me at times. I could hardly move. Ramesh came in front of me, opened his zip, and took his cock out. It was longer and thicker than sir’s but was completely black and hairy.”

“His cock was stinking from sweat and piss. But without any consideration, he stuffed it inside my mouth. He face-fucked me before slapping my boobs and then making me ride his thick cock. When I started moaning, he opened his brief and stuffed my mouth with that smelly cloth and banged me hard.”

“And all this while your pervert sir was stroking his cock and instructing Ramesh to do things to me. Sometimes he would ask Ramesh to lick my pussy, while other times, he would ask me to give Ramesh a rim job. And yet, in other times, he would tell Ramesh to fuck me hard.”

“Every time Pratap sir said something dirty and nasty about me, Ramesh increased his pace of thrusting his fat and long cock inside my gaping cunt. Initially, I was feeling terrible. After I had two orgasms on his cock back to back, I started enjoying the nastiness I was being subjected to.”

“I was loving the way two men were looking at me hungrily. Little did I realize that I had started grinding my pelvis on Ramsesh’s cock with my eyes shut while playing with my clitoris.”

“Only when Pratap sir said, ‘Arey Ramesh, teri madame to badi pyaasi randi nikli, dekh kaise gaand hila rahi hai aankh bandh karke.’ I realized what I was doing. But it was too late, and I was already in ecstasy. My cunt was leaking as if there was no end to orgasms.”

“I had started jumping on the fat cock with a lot of rigor and speed. After about half an hour, I felt Ramesh’s grip on my waist tightening and his thrusts increasing in speed. I knew what this meant. I knew my womb would be blasted with thick cum in no time.”

“I wanted to ask him to stop and pull out, but not a word slipped out of my mouth. All I could do was helplessly moan on Ramesh’s cock and leak from my pussy like a pathetic whore. Ramesh pulled my hair in some time, and an uncountable number of spurts started cumming inside my pussy.”

“I could feel his hot cum hitting every wall of my womb. With each spurt, Ramesh’s strength with which he was pulling my hair increased. By the time he ended, I was there, sitting on his cock. With my head bent backward and tits out.”

“After the last stroke, Ramesh pressed my boobs one last time and pushed me away. I fell to the ground naked. I didn’t have the strength to lift my body. Ramesh, too, wanted to rest, so he put his leg on my ass, and we were there like that for a while.”

“I wasn’t being able to get up. But sir came near me, kicked my boobs with his boots on. He said, “I can’t sleep there as he has work to do. I told him I was tired. But he asked me to get used to being treated like a prostitute. I somehow managed to get up, got dressed.”

“I managed to put on some lipstick so that nobody outside understands. Once I was dressed, he made me sign a bond. He gave me Rs 50,000 to buy clothes and take contraceptive measures. I then walked out of sir’s cabin, leaking fresh and thick cum from my pussy.”

“When I walked up to you, I thought, what if you understand. But then I told myself that you would have to get used to it. So I didn’t bother to hide that my face was red and that I was walking awkwardly.”

All this while I was listening to Roshni. I didn’t realize when my cock got stiff and started leaking. I didn’t also realize that Roshni was fingering her cunt while narrating what happened. She enjoyed what happened today. But why was she dressed in a skimpy outfit now, I asked.

“My first day at the office starts tonight. Any moment a car will come to pick me up, and I’ll be gone for the night. I had to get drunk after what happened today morning and anticipate what would happen tonight. Please don’t wait for me, dear. I’ll be dropped home tomorrow morning and will tell you what happened.”

I could barely shift a word before a car started honking outside our house. I knew it was time for her to leave. Although I felt like a loser, my cock was hard in anticipation of how Roshni would be fucked tonight.

The car honked, and I was back to reality. It was time for Roshni to leave. The stench of alcohol mixed with the musk emanating from her pussy was maddening.

It indicated that Roshni was ready for the job. Not only for the money that we needed after losing our jobs but also to explore the world of lust.

Roshni pulled out a sexy Kelly bag that matched her silver shining tight dress. She packed a pair of bras and panty in it from among the many lying on the bed. She then poured a large peg of whiskey for herself and gulped it down neat.

I could understand she needed that feeling of being tipsy before confidently walking into a hotel as a paid prostitute of a company. After the last gulp, she smooched me and said, “I know you always wanted me to cuckold you, and I never agreed. Well, at least the financial crisis will realize your dreams.”

With that, she took one last look at herself, adjusted her big breasts inside her dress, and off she went. She slammed the door behind her without even a last look at me. From the window in our bedroom, I saw her confidently walk up to the car’s back seat and enter it.

As I told you earlier, she was not wearing panty. As she entered the car, I could see her shaved pussy glistening with juices. She then shut the car door, and the vehicle sped off with a 35-year-old married wife who was about to turn into a prostitute.

A wife dedicated to her husband, a woman who was always conscious of being traditional, would now be used as a whore, a prostitute, and degraded into a fallen woman. The night was tough for me. I lost count of how many pegs I gulped to tone down my anxiety.

A part of me was worried about Roshni’s safety. While the other was excited to hear all that was done to her the next morning. Was she being loved by some other man or ravaged like a slut? Was she being treated with soft passionate sex or rough animalistic fuck?

All these kept revolving in my mind as the alcohol started playing its role. At around 2 am, I texted Roshni, waited for a while. I don’t know when I passed out. I woke up around 7 am when a car came to a screeching halt in front of our house.

I looked through the bedroom window and saw the same car that came last night to pick up Roshni. Two men, including the driver, deboarded the car, opened the back door, pulled out Roshni, and supported her walk. But my heart skipped a beat.

The silver, shiny, tight dress Roshni was wearing was missing. She was in a tight red transparent bra and a G-String panty. Her nipples were visible through the bra. So were her pussy and the big ass. Roshni looked not only tired but drunker than she was last night. She could barely stand up on her feet.

The two men supporting her were on her two sides. I could see both of them running their hands on Roshni’s barely-covered body, touching her boobs and thighs and pussy as if trying to help her walk.

Roshni was either oblivious that two men were taking advantage of her situation or was enjoying what was happening. I quickly went down to the front door, opened it and the two men handed over my drunk, well-fucked wife to me.

The driver then ran back to the car and brought back Roshni’s tight dress. He told me “Madame puri nangi thi, par yeh nahi pehna paya.” I bade them farewell and carried Roshni to our bedroom. As we entered the room, I hugged her from the front and took my face near her to plant a kiss.

Our lips were about to meet when Roshni pushed me and said while massively slurring, “No nonsense now. What you want is on my phone. Let me sleep.” And with that, she fell on the bed, half-naked, smelling of alcohol and sperm.

After properly settling her on the bed, I opened the Kelly bag she carried and took her phone out. After unlocking, I went to the gallery section and found a video there. I knew I was in for a treat. Roshni had been asked to capture all her sex videos and forward them to Pratap sir for ‘performance review.’

I went with the phone and lied beside my wife and played the video, and now I’ll narrate what I saw in it. The video started with Roshni adjusting the phone at a vantage position in the hotel room. The entire room was visible. Then she walks up to a couch clad in her dress where an old man was sitting.

I obviously didn’t know his age. But he could easily be above 60 years of age. Although Roshni was drunk from all the drinking at home, the man offered her some more, which she gulped. Initially, Roshni was sitting at a distance, and after a while, the man asked her to sit near him.

In no time, the old man started touching Roshni’s thighs. I could see her feeling uncomfortable but did not say a word. While the man kept running his hand on her thighs, Roshni kept sipping her whiskey.

In some more time, Roshni spread her legs. I saw the man slipping his hand between her legs and rubbing her pussy. Roshni was slowly becoming comfortable. I could see her easing out with every sip of whiskey. The old man kept rubbing her pussy.

After a while, he dipped his finger inside Roshni’s pussy and scooped out some of her juices, and thrust his fingers inside her mouth. The man continued this for a while. Then Roshni poured herself a large peg of whiskey and gulped it at one go. She then stood up, and the moment she did so, her step faltered.

My traditional homely wife was now a drunk prostitute. After managing herself, Roshni started stripping in front of the old man. In no time, she was stark naked, pressing her huge tits. From the angle she kept the phone at, her ass, which is already big.

She looked like a BBW pornstar after it got the perfect lift, thanks to the heels she was wearing. The old man said something, and Roshni walked up to her bag. She pulled out her lingerie and headed to the washroom. She took less than two minutes.

While she was at it, I saw the old man sitting and gulping down glasses as if it was his last day on earth. The man wanted a good drunken fuck session. When Roshni came back, the man gestured for her to kneel in front of him. She obeyed, and the man took out his cock.

The man looked like a typical old fat Marwari businessman with a fat physique and a limp cock. Roshni started stroking his cock while the man kept sipping his whiskey. A moment later, something happened, and I missed a heartbeat.

The man finished his glass. After keeping it on the table, he pulled Roshni’s hair. He pulled her head back and spat on her face. He then slapped her hard on her face and forced his cock, which had gained some strength, into Roshni’s mouth.

He was small, so Roshni had no problem in literally gulping his cock at one go. While she was at his cock, the man slipped his hands inside Roshni’s bra and pressed her big boobs. The man was a pervert, but I realized that a while later.

After a good 10 minutes of continuous sucking, the man asked Roshni to stand up and turn around. And while she just stood there with her big as towards his face, the man kept stroking his cock. After at least 10 minutes, he got up, slapped her ass.

He pulled Roshni by her hair and took her to the bed. I could feel how hard her hair was being pulled, almost like a yank. Once at the bed, the man lay down and asked her to mount him. She obeyed and first when on cowgirl position and rode the man for a while.

She then got off and sucked him for some time before going reverse cowgirl. All the while she was jumping on his cock with her tits swinging, the old man kept slapping her ass. For an old man, he had good stamina and fucked her in the two positions for at least 20 minutes.

Then he pushed Roshni out of his cock and then to the floor before cumming all over her face and hair. The man was such a bastard he didn’t even hand over a piece of napkin to her to clean herself. When Roshni stood up and took a napkin to clean the sperm stains, he caught hold of her and pushed her on the bed.

He pointed the finger at her as if asking her not to clean herself. Roshni lay on the bed face up with the sperm on her face for a while. The man went and drank a few more pegs. Once done, he came near Roshni and pushed his cock inside her cunt again, and fucked her like a pig.

The man was dirty. While fucking her pussy, he licked up his cum from Roshni’s face and then spat it all over her face again. I could see the disgust on her face. But she still bore a smile on her face, lest the client slips from her hand.

The man went on for half an hour, sometimes missionary, sometimes in the doggy style. He also fucked Roshni on the couch. This time too, he emptied his balls on Roshni’s face and fell on top of her. A few moments later, the two of them fell asleep.

While the video kept going, I fast-forwarded to a place where I saw some movement in the clip. After a few hours, two men entered the room, and I instantly recognized them. They were the two who dropped Roshni home.

First, they entered the room and tried to wake the old man up. When they failed, they tried to wake up Roshni. Seeing that she was drunk, they spoke among themselves and carried Roshni to the couch.

I thought they would help her out. But instead, they started undressing, and I knew what would happen next. The driver and the other man took out their hard hairy cocks and forced Roshni to suck them. She could barely open her eyes, but she obeyed and followed their instructions.

Then the two took turns to fuck her. Even in that condition, I saw Roshni swinging her ass and enjoying every thrust of their manhood into her well-used cunt. Every time one of the two fucked her, she would suck the other or give a hand job. She even gave the driver’s hairy asshole a good rim job.

After a while, the duo came on her tits from both sides and made her wear the bra and panty. A little later, the driver took Roshni’s dress with him, took her phone. Then the two carried her away out of the room. The video then stopped. I looked down at my cock. I saw it leaking with cum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could sense my wife slowly slipping out of my hand, but we had no option. We were stuck financially and also enjoying each bit of what was happening.