Sweet Cuckold : Dharmesh watches his wife getting fucked

Subscribe in a reader I'd just finished my Master's degree in Political Science and was desperate for a job. I'd done nothing except go to school since I was 3 years old, including most summers taking AP classes and such.

So here I was, 27 years old, 6 feet even, lean, and (so I'm told, and who am I to disagree?) handsome. Hung, too. No brag, plain fact. A little over 9 inches and thick. Now, I know this is no big deal in the world of porn but in normal life, I've only had one woman who didn't tell me I was the biggest she'd ever touched.

So I took a job as political advisor, consultant, general-purpose right hand man to the Mayor of a medium-sized city near Delhi who was building a power base with an eye toward higher office.

Dharmesh looked like a model. 6 feet 2 inches, black hair, striking blue eyes, sharp chin, straight nose, the guy was gorgeous. Ripped from working out at least 5 days a week, endless stamina, wonderfully cheerful personality. War hero from the Kargil war, Master's degree, old family money, intelligent as anything. And that's just scratching the surface. He was 34 when I started working for him and had the world spread out at his feet.

His wife Amisha is a Kashmiri immigrant. They met when she was a flight attendant and he was traveling. She's tall, 5'9" or so, Aryan icy blue eyes, flawless complexion. So white she's almost translucent. Brilliant dancer/swimmer legs, muscular and almost disproportionately long. Round, hard butt and one of the things I like best, a teensy little waist. Is there anything sexier than a woman's hips flaring outward under a small waist? Yummy. I came to find out that Amisha was almost completely flat-chested when they met and Dharmesh had given her a boob job as a wedding gift. They're superb, big and full and well-shaped and really, really, really natural-looking. She's also gifted with a razor-sharp intellect.

So we hit it off right from the jump. Politically, we were in total agreement on just about everything. I was paid well and given the use of a condo in a nice development that belonged to Dharmesh's uncle. I thought it was a dream job and it got better and better as time passed. I became so close to Dharmesh and Amisha that people started referring to us as the Three Musketeers.

So I was invited to a pool party at their place one Saturday afternoon. To my surprise, nobody else was there. I had a key for taking care of the place when they were out of town and I let myself in and walked through and saw not one single guest.

Amisha was lying on a chaise beside the pool and I could barely breathe when I saw her. She'd tanned that summer and looked a vision lying there. She was wearing a yellow bikini that consisted of three tiny triangles that covered her nips and snatch.

"Hello, darling," she said as I walked up. I bent to kiss her cheek and had to turn sideways to conceal the boner I'd sprung. I got a gin and tonic and made one for her at the outdoor bar.

"I have something serious to speak with you about," she said, patting the chaise beside her for me to sit. I did. Who could refuse.

Amisha was a little older than Dharmesh, I think she was about 36 then. She told me that she and her husband liked certain things that they had to keep discrete and couldn't indulge with just anybody. They needed somebody who could be trusted to the deepest extreme.

Someone like me, she said. I fairly glowed with pride at having these fine people think so highly of me.

Then she matter-of-factly told me that Dharmesh wasn't enough for her sexually and they'd decided to take me as her lover.

I sat still for a few moments, wondering how half a gin and tonic could make me so drunk that I thought she was coming on to me.

But it wasn't just the extra-marital sex that demanded discretion, she said. It was more than that. Was I interested?

Was I? I'd have crawled through blood, puke, and broken glass to kiss her ass. She stood and took my hand and led me into the house to the master bedroom.

There sat Dharmesh. In an easy chair. Naked. Hands and feet cuffed, a ball gag strapped tight into his mouth.

"See my little girl?" Amisha laughed. "She has almost no pee-pee."

It was true. Dharmesh was totally hard and his cock was about the size of your average adult's middle finger. Amisha flicked it with her fingernails and he moaned.

"We have to show her what it's like when a real man fucks a real woman, my darling."

She untied her top and bottoms and let them fall and I came within an inch of throwing a giant heart attack. She stepped to me and took off my shorts and T-shirt and smiled at my dick.

"Now, Dharam darling," she said to Dharmesh, "THIS is a cock."

She licked the head and I almost had a stroke to go with my heart attack. I sat down on the bed and watched the most attractive woman I'd ever known go down on me. She kept my rod very wet and stroked with her hand. Great head, just the best ever. THe sensations running through my body were almost more than I could bear.

"My darling is about to cum, Dharam," Amisha said to Dharmesh. "Come here, darling."

She led me over to stand in front of Dharmesh and stroked my cock faster and faster and I started to spurt, right on Dharmesh's face. I hadn't cum in several days and had a hell of a load built up and Amisha laughed delightedly as I sprayed her husband's face.

I lay back and watched Amisha having such a grand time humiliating Dharmesh. She was sooooooo fantastic, I wanted to burn this scene into my memory because I knew that life would never be better than this.
Amisha's little triangles of untanned flesh were so much lighter than the skin surrounding them that they damn near glowed. She waxed her pussy and I just don't have the words to say how hot she looked.

Amisha stood in front of Dharmesh where he sat cuffed to the chair and laughed at him as my cum dripped down his face. It didn't take more than a minute or two until I was stone fucking hard again.

"OH, look, my darling little girl," Amisha said to Dharmesh. "This is a COCK, my sweetie. Come here, my darling man."

I came over and she moved me around until I was straddling the chair and my ass was in Dharmesh's face.

"I'm going to have some more cock in my mouth, Dharmeshna," Amisha laughed, "and you're going to make love to my lover's asshole with that girlie tongue of yours."

Dharmesh flung his head side to side in refusal but I was becoming aware of the dynamic and knew that this was a part of the game. Amisha unstrapped the ball gag and he started to protest but she shoved me backward and his face was buried in my ass. LOL It was great!!! The whole scene had my rod vibrating like a tuning fork. Amisha bent down in front of me and took my rod into her wondermouth again and I groaned.

"You see, Dharmeshna?" Amisha said. "That's the sound a MAN makes when a little girl licks his shit hole. Do it good. Is he doing it good, my love?"

"He's not doing it at all, Amisha," I said.

'YOU MUST OBEY, YOU LITTLE WHORE!" Amisha declared and I looked down to see her take Dharmesh's little dick in her hand and twist it hard. He bucked against the chair and Amisha laughed delightedly. Dharmesh screamed loudly but it was muffled by my ass in his face. LOL What fun.

Amisha twisted Dharmesh's little prick hard until he started tongue-fucking my asshole and it was the best rimming I'd ever had.

"Oooooh," I said, getting into the game, "Amisha, your little girl is loving my butthole very well indeed."

"Good girl," Amisha said and started in giving me more of that world-class face fuck. They had me going a mile a minute, I'll tell you.

"Do you have another load for me, lover?" she asked as she took her mouth off my cockhead.

"Better believe it," I grunted. I took her head between my hands and started fucking in earnest, shoving my shit hole back hard onto Dharmesh's tongue. I thought I might be getting a little too rough but Amisha seemed to like it. I was massaging the back of her throat when I came again, so hard and intense, so hot, so fucking deep and total. I screamed aloud and Amisha took in every drop.

She stood straight and motioned me to the side, keeping her mouth shut around the mouthful of cum I'd just blasted. She made motions for Dharmesh to open his mouth and he refused.

"No, Amisha, not that, please," he whined. She pinched his nose shut until he had to open his mouth to breathe and then she spat my cum into his mouth and held it closed until he swallowed.