Jagan’s delight multiplied when Bela voluntarily slid down to her knees and started unbuttoning his pants. A reasonably impressive dick sprang out. Definitely more sizeable than Shyam’s. She locked eyes with him like I had taught her, opened her mouth and swallowed as much of his dick as she could. She had to spring back and cough because it was bigger than expected. But she gamely went back to it and Jagan was getting a blow job in the middle of the day in the middle of the living room from my wife.
“Ohhh..memsaaaab… you really are a whore. The rumors are true.”
Bela took his dick out of her mouth and I first thought she would be upset that he called her a whore. Instead she said,
“Rumors?” she simply asked, gripping his shaft in her right hand.
“I mean, there’s been a buzz for a while now that you are a chaalu type woman. This is not the big city. It’s a small rural area. People talk.”
“What do they talk?” she asked.
“I will tell you, but you first go back to what you were doing.” he put both his hands on her head and pulled her mouth over his cock again.
Bela put her hands on his hips and obediently resumed the blowjob locking her eyes into his. I realized that my wife had never really disobeyed a man who pursued her. I could take a lot of the blame or credit for that. But that old servant Chandan was well before me and she’d been easily played by him too. My wife, I realized, was just a natural submissive who liked sex. It was not in line with our social norms, but that’s what it was.
“There was this electrician guy who said he banged you and got caught by saab so he ran away. No one really believed his story cos you seem like such a simple lady. We thought maybe he tried something and Saab sent him packing. He has a lecherous reputation anyway.”
“We?” Bela pulled back and asked.
Jagan pulled her mouth back and started fucking it.
“Shush. I’ll tell you everything. So we thought that was just him lying. But then the rumors about Shyam sir started. We drivers started noticing that he kept taking off from work very often with some fake excuses. Once he said he had to book train tickets but we knew the window was closed that day because of a local holiday. So we thought maybe Shyam sir is visiting the brothels because he is alone. But then one day, Kamran happened to be passing by your homes and from a distance, he saw you step out of the house with Shyam sir, kiss him and go home.”
“Alllgggogggdd” Bela let out a strange groan of sorts and started sucking his dick harder.
“Don’t worry. Nobody will tell saab that you have an extra appetite. Nothing wrong with it, between consenting adults.”
He let go of her head and Bela pulled back and inhaled deeply a couple of times, staring at him. If she was upset at these revelations, she wasn’t showing it.
“So a lot of people know?” she simply asked.
“Not too many. And only I have definite proof. Don’t worry.”
The thing is, Bela didn’t look very worried. In fact she was about to take his dick back in her mouth when Jagan pulled her to her feet and started pulling off her kameez. She raised her hands to let him. Her salwar came off next. There were no panties underneath. Which I found interesting because I’m pretty sure I saw her put panties on in the morning.
There she stood, in one of Shyam’s favorite bras, a green one with slits all over, including for the nipples.
“Oh wow…” Jagan grabbed her gorgeous looking almost naked body, as if unable to believe his luck and fearful it might run out.
Grabbing her naked body under her arms he pulled her up. Jagan was a young tall strong man who apparently was into wrestling. He had no trouble lifting the petite curvy Bela. In fact, her hourglass waist gave him the perfect grip.
“Ooh.” Bela giggled as his dick pushed at her cunt from below. No one had ever taken her in this position.
She put one arm on his ribs to get traction and moved her round plump butt in a way that aligned their genitals. She was an equal participant in this, not a reluctant one being blackmailed.
“Ohhhhhh faaaaaaack.” Bela let out a rare loud long squeal as the driver-wrestler’s thick dong penetrated her and her ass made a slapping noise against his waist. She had taken it all in, just one thrust. My wife was getting fucked by yet another man as I watched.
And then I saw her turn towards the camera and give me a half-smile.
What was I thinking and doing during all this? I was spooked at the revelations that Bela was known pretty much as the company slut by now. Obviously, I was the one who had brought out her slut so I had no moral problems here.
Even as I watched Jagan masterfully fuck her hard standing up, I felt happy for my wife. Shyam had improved by the end but let’s be real, he was no stallion. Here, she was getting a good proper banging. I can honestly say, better than mine.
But the rumors. I wondered who else might just show up at the door like this. Maybe it was time to send Bela back to our family home. But those decisions could wait. For now, I was going to focus on this incredible sex happening in my house.
“Oh God ..oh God…so…biiiig….Ohhh…aaah.”
Jagan was drilling his cock into my wife so hard and rapidly that her shrieks kept getting louder and I wondered if the neighbors would hear them and come running. This was the most vocal she had been. This was also the biggest cock she had taken.
He kept going like that, drilling her hard, my headphones full of the sounds of Bela’s euphoric grunts and the slapping sounds of her butt against his waist. She kept whining in delight in between.
And then it started. Her telltale orgasm moan. Jagan realized what was happening and pulled her into a tighter embrace and kept drilling into her harder. And she started hollering and shivering.
I was impressed as well as jealous because even I had never managed to get her to cum this fast and I’m no slouch in bed.
Jagan’s wrestler paws grabbed Bela by each ass cheek and held her quavering shouting body tight with his dick buried in her. I wondered if he was shooting his semen inside her. Oh fuck, in this excitement, I had not noticed that he was fucking her bareback!
Bela came long and hard and when she gave a long final sigh, Jagan slowly let her down. Her knees buckled and she slipped down to her ass in the ground, still shivering a little. She lay there purring in pleasure as her latest lover, my driver, beamed at his easy conquest.
Nothing was leaking from her cunt and Jagan’s dick was still rock hard and he was about to bend down and resume the fucking when Bela said,
“Wait, wear a condom.”
He ignored her and held her legs apart.
“Jagan, wear a condom.” Bela urgently said, resisting him for the first time.
“I don’t do condoms.” he arrogantly said. “Trust me. I’m clean. And I won’t come inside you.”
“But…”
Bela started saying when they were interrupted by incessant ringing of the doorbell accompanied by Asha’s voice yelling
“Bhabhiji, are you okay? We heard screams. Are you okay?”
“Oh shit.” Jagan said, reaching for his clothes.
Bela moved with surprising speed.