H!ndu wife turned into whore for Muslim by husband Part 02

I was surprised to feel my dick jump with excitement at the thought. I found myself becoming turned on by the idea of seeing my wife in a roomful of Muslim Men while some of them were with a hard on or even having sex with a lap dancer.

“Well then maybe I should go get a job there and let all those men see what you’ve got at home”.

She was only teasing, she had no idea that I had fantasized over and over about watching her flaunt her body to other men. She was surprised by my reaction. We had great sex. She decided to apply the very next day. She made an appointment and I told her I wanted to go with her just to make sure things went all right. She was not happy with the idea, saying that it would be difficult for me and embarrassing for her.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Seeing those men looking at me like that,” she said.

I refused to listen to reason and she finally agreed to let me come.

When the time came, Pooja disappeared into the bathroom for two hours preparing herself. When she was finally ready I was stunned. She had obviously been shopping and bought the right outfit. She looked devine. She stood before me, sluttish tight fitting see-through top that stopped above her belly button, a micro red mini skirt and high heels that accentuated her welcoming legs and showed off her body. From the way her hard nipples stuck out through her tight fabric, I guessed that she had not put on a bra. She might as well have been naked. I could just about see everything.

I was shocked that she would choose such revealing and vulgar clothes.

Her make up was heavy, cheap and vulgar with bright red lipstick, long false eyelashes, blue mascara and glossy red nail varnish. She appeared a different person. I could hardly believe that this was my wife dressing up like a bargirl! I felt my virility harden at the thought of her showing herself in public like that for all the men to admire her body. I tried to kiss her on the lips but she giggled some and pushed me off.

“We’re going to be late if we don’t get going.” she moaned.

The place was light up , noisy with blaring disco music and packed with middle aged men who stared at the scantily dressed women who served the drinks and danced and stripped on stage. The bouncer let us after I explained that we had an appointment with the manager.

Pooja strutted up to a table, wearing her tight short outfit, and I followed her. Her entrance was greeted by the interested looks of more than one man. I spotted a couple of Muslim guys passing the bar and saw their heads turn to check out Pooja’s beautiful backside. Heart pounding in my chest, I froze in his tracks, wondering what Pooja would do if the two men made a pass at her. With the bar filled except for the space saved for him, I saw the two men reluctantly make their way over to a booth. Calming down a bit, I rejoined my beautiful wife. As she sat down, she could not help but reveal everything for one short moment. I sat down beside her.

I could tell from her flushed look that she was turned on by the interest she was attracting in the club.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest once again, wondering just how she would have reacted if the two Muslim men had tried to hit on her. but then I began to fantasize about my lovely wife being accosted by them. I wondered just how Pooja would react to having a big Muslim cock forcing its way up between her long sexy white legs. My cock twitched and throbbed in my pants at the thought of seeing a big muscular Muslim stud spreading Pooja’s beautiful legs apart to shuffle up between them.

“Do you like sharing me like this – with these men? My friend says that a lot of times the men start feeling up the boobies of whatever girl is near them. Do you like me turning on these handsome studs? Sometimes they even pull them onto their lap and try to stick their cocks up inside them too! Are you sure you’re okay with this? You won’t mind if one of these cute guys is feeling up my boobies or trying to stick his cock up inside me? You won’t get mad at me right, if this kind of thing happens to me? I’m making his so hot.”

Her talk aroused me incredibly, but at the same time I was shocked that my wife could behave like this and even consider being mounted by a stranger.

“Sounds like great fun!” I exclaimed “Pooja honey, I love it when you show off for me. You’re so sexy and I get so turned on seeing you.”

Just then a waitress came to take our drink order and I realised she could see my wife’s open legs and everything in between.

She spoke with Pooja a few minutes, asking some basic questions, “The job is simple. You arrive at 6 p.m. and work until 3 am. You wait tables and you are very polite to the foreign customers. We will teach you to walk, talk and dress.”

She asked her if she were interested.

“Yes. How much will I earn?” Asked Pooja.

“Some girls are earning $500 to $1000 a day,” said Aarti. “But basic starts at $150 a day for waiting on tables.”

Pooja didn’t know what to say to this. What would they expect someone to do for money like that? To sell herself, to have sex with strangers? She shuddered at the thought. She felt totally responsible for mess and she knew the money help hew get out and away.

I was just about to tell her to forget the whole idea when she said: “I’ll wait on tables, for now.” She added.

Aarti smiled politely and told her she was hired, starting immediately. She stood up next to me and leaned over and kissed me on the lips and said: “Wish me luck.”

She got up and followed Aarti.

I watched her ass wiggle as she made her way across the floor walking in between the people who were dancing out on the floor. I kept an eye on my wife until she disappeared behind some of the people who were dancing and the waitress returned with a drink.

“For now, you will just follow me and do exactly as I say,” said the attractive but ageing woman. “You will work with me until you know the ropes. The only skills you require are charm and imagination. You can start serving, but remember, most of our regular customers come here for the sexual extras, hands jobs, blow jobs etc… What you choose to do or not is up to you. The rules are table charge for the house, then 50% split on anything above. Most men are looking what extras she did and what she charged for them was up to her with a few exceptions. I assume that was your husband or boyfriend?” She asked.

“Yes. I’m married. But as you can see, my husband doesn’t mind my working here,” said Pooja.

Aarti nodded in approval.

“Okay, you can start Tomorrow night, then,” she said with a neat smile.

Pooja came back to the table and kissed me, excited.

“I’ve got the job! . **

The next evening we went back to the bar. Pooja was immediately sent off to take an order. I’m sure that the man had a hard-on even before she reached his table.

As she walked up and down between the tables, she drew glances of appreciation from the males and some of the men would rub her arse when she walked. Pooja was not very talkative about her work and when I asked her how things were she just shrugged and said fine. I noticed however that she poured herself a stiff drink. Before, she would never touch a drop of alcohol. Now she was drinking spirits. Ever now and again she would stay out all night. I guessed that she was still seeing Javed on the side. My suspicions were confirmed when one evening he phoned when he phoned me and asked to speak to her. I replied: “She’s not here just now.”

He retorted: “Then I’ll tell you. She’s here on the floor between my legs and she’s sucking my cock. I know she doesn’t suck your cock, and I just wanted to tell you, she’s one heluva cocksucker.”

He put down the phone. I guess some men would react differently than I did, getting all jealous, but I got a hard-on visualizing that my wife was busy being Javed’s wanton slut for the night doing things for him she had never done for me. This final confirmation that my wife was still actively sucking and fucking another man drove me wild that night and I jacked-off several times before she returned home from her “shopping trip”.

I went to see her a two days later at the club and found her completely fitting in to her element, fully at ease. When I arrived I found her sharing a drink with a customer. He put his hand on her thigh and told her how hot she looked. She thanked him and made no move to remove his hand. he began fondling her firm tits, feeling her hard nipples!

Pooja had those little upturned breasts with nipples pointing upwards. No man could have resisted sucking on them and ravishing those beauties. Pooja was in ecstacy. He was pressed right up against her, grinding his cock against her round arse. Pooja was on this man’s lap gyrating her torso as hands mauled her sensitive breasts.

He moved his hand up her thigh, under her skirt. She parted her legs wide for him to have easier access. Her skirt was so short that it rode up high enough to reveal her bushy mound. She pulled it up to her waist. He leaned over and kissed her passionately as his hand reached the wetness of her cunt. He pushed a finger into all the way into her wet pussy and began to finger fuck her right there at the table.

She proved that she couldn’t be trusted. I stood there, turned on, and watched as he continued to dip his finger into her wet pussy, while she rubbed his cock through his pants. They kissed while he used his other hand to grab and rub her big tits.I wanted to see her broken hearted and crying on the ground, his cum seeping from her cunt, as the realization of what she’s thrown away sank in.

I had started towards her and instead sat down again to wait for her. After a moment, she got up to fetch the guy a drink. Pooja jumped off his lap not caring to cover her exposed. Her hitched up skirt was so short that it rode up high enough to see her arsehole and her pussy just fine as she walked. I could see guys there looking up her legs.

She went to the bar and I went to the men’s room. When I returned, Pooja was standing at the bar again and the guy was standing behind her, this time with both arms around her slender waist and his hands up the front of her blouse, fondling her tits! He was pressed right up against her, grinding his cock against her round arse through the fabric! They were laughing. I was angry, frustrated and terribly aroused.

I watched her bend over the table and gather up some glasses. The guy slipped a fifty dollar bill in her top and began to stroke her thigh through the stockings.

I was angry but incredibly aroused by her wanton behaviour. I had seen my wife who just a few weeks ago had been my loving and faithful bride, indecently fucked before my eyes!

Thinking about what Pooja was doing was making my poor abused dick hard. The feelings of betrayal and hurt were making way for lust. I felt guilty about being so turned on by my wife’s new life

I didn’t want to lose Pooja. I loved her. But I feared that she would decide that whatever she was getting outside of our marriage was better than what she was getting at home. I thought about trying to guilt her into telling me that she had done something and use that as an opening to convince her to stop. That didn’t seem very likely, though.

I would stop matters there and then. The next morning, I produced the famous tapes and played one for her. It started with her naked on the bed, with the guy’s cock buried in her pussy from behind, as he fucked her. She froze in place. The colour drained from her face. Then she glanced at me. I couldn’t help but wonder what she saw in my face at that moment.

I said: “You must be pretty sore between your legs. I believe you have entertained several so far. They have a film of all your moans and groans, your cries and screeches and you did a pretty good job. That’s probably the first time in your life that you were fucked that well.”

She blanched and said: “Oh God,” and hid her face in her hands and she burst into tears.

She told me the whole story, how Javed was blackmailing her and had threatened to send the tapes of her sexual escapades to me and sell them to stores so that people would know what a cum-sucking slut she was. Her only choice was to do what he wanted and agree to prostitute herself. She said Javed had made her spread her legs for them, taking their cocks and letting them fuck her.

“From the tapes it really appears that you got into it,” I said with reproach.

I asked her how she expected me to stay married to a girl that was being a slut and a whore.

She looked up and we froze in place. Our eyes locked in an unspoken agreement. I still don’t understand exactly how, but in that moment there was a lot communicated between us. Hurt, anger, jealousy, acceptance, forgiveness, sorrow, love, and intense lust flew back and forth in that space of time.

With a moan that bordered on a growl, Pooja crushed her mouth on mine. Her tongue was in my mouth probing and licking. We were pawing at each other’s clothes, tugging and pulling on anything between us while we mouth fucked.

I told her how, in spite of the anger I felt when I first saw them, I was very turned on. She seemed almost offended and said: “You mean you got your rocks off watching Muslim man fuck your wife’ on video?”

I said: “Yes, I guess you could say that.”

Oddly if felt disappointed when I figured that Pooja probably was passed her “fertility window.”

I was shocked, I wanted her pregnant, pregnant by Muslim man.The more those thoughts bounced around in my mind the more I realized I wanted Pooja to get knocked up not by an by a Muslim lover. I also wanted to watch them in action, I wanted to see his huge Muslim cock plunging into her blond pussy, fucking like a dog right in front of me. When she popped all would see that it contained her lover’s baby and that it would not look at all like me . Maybe I would arrange it. Then I wanted to see her belly grow.

“He fucked me for hours. I was his slut. He used every hole and made me beg for more.”Pooja said

“Maybe you should strip down and show all those men your firm tits!” Sameer said

“You would like that wouldn’t you, humiliating me like that to teach me a lesson after what I have done behind your back?”, she said meekly “Do you want other men to see your wife naked? Do you want me to fuck around with them and make their cocks nice and hard? Do you? I acted like a whore so you want those men to see me for what I am. They make me feel dirty and degraded and wet between my legs. Would you like it if I fuck another man. Do you want to can see them sticking their big cocks up my cunt? I can dance on their lap with their hard cock stuck inside my pussy. You can see them feeling up my boobies and fucking me on their laps. Would you like that? ”

“Yes, Pooja I want you to put on a real hard core sex show for me and fuck other men.” I encouraged her Pooja seemed subdued and upset. I soothed her and assured her that I still loved her and always would.

The next few evenings when she had to go to work she seemed more distant and reserved, Her drinking was increasing and from the telltale signs I suspected she might be using drugs.

I had phoned up my pimp and the owner had told me that he had already had had a frank conversation with her two nights ago and that she had he had not waited for my permission to start selling her arse. She was already had men poking at her and screwing her on and off all night. She had serviced eleven new cocks. He had seen to that. She had really enjoyed it. It was clear to his that she was a natural whore… He had told her either she stepped up and worked fully, or he would have to let her go.

When he had called her in, and asked if she was still married. Pooja told him she was and he had asked what her husband thought about her working at a men’s club. She told him I encouraged her to apply and was excited by the whole thing.. They also operated an escort service and a girl could make good money going out with several men each night.

“I want you to wantonly flirt and arouse the customers. No more pussy footing around. I want you to tease their cock until they want to screw your lovely Hindu pussy so they will be hot and order even more drinks,” said my pimp. “And if they want to screw you and ask you to do some things one can expect only from a whore, that’s okay by me too. Let them fuck your brains out for all I care just as long as they pay. You can make some real big money doing shows and some call-girl. I will fix you up now.”

“But what if I don’t want to do that? Are you calling me a whore?” She responded.

“You are a whore now. I don’t care what you feel, bitch! You listen to me and do as you’re told or I will cut up that pretty face of yours, you hear? You are going to shut up and take your clothes off for them. If you don’t like the guy, just pretend and scream like a slut as long as you give them their money’s worth. I want to see strange Muslim dicks disappearing into your hot Hindu pussy and money rolling in. Muslim Men will pay good hard cash for you, huh. You can earn $200 just to get laid. Do you want that sort of money?”

My wife nodded silently. The manager smiled like a shark.

“Of course, Sweety, you are a whore now.”

It was in that moment that she realised that soon she would be regularly stuffing her pussy with strange Muslim cock and working as a whore! My stunning, beautiful, Hindu wife was about to become a prostitute and fuck for money! Only a slut would meet clients and fuck for money.

“Don’t worry, my darling.” He continued in a sweet voice. “I have just the sort of medicine to help it go better.”

His hand disappeared behind the counter and came up with some white powder. Sniff some of this and you will feel marvelous.

She brought it up to her nose reluctantly.

“Sniff.. hard!” He ordered, and obediently she inhaled the white crystals.. seconds later the first rush hit and her eyes rolled.

He asked her how she felt. Pooja suddenly had no problem with it. He then went into specific sex acts and asked if she had performed or would she be willing to perform them. Pooja’s pussy started to tingle as he asked. Hand jobs, blow jobs, fucking, allowing herself to be eaten, ass fucking, etc. After about 15 minutes of talking my pimp asked if Pooja could take off her clothes and show them what she had. This would be the first time Pooja would have another man’s rod inside her in money for sex. It was usually the moment of truth. These women had no idea about that initial penetration and how they would join into the sisterhood of sluts after that.

My pimp(kadir) told me that two evenings ago she turned her first trick. The crack gave her a tremendous rush and a feeling of self confidence and heightened sexual arousal.

“You fuck whoever and whenever I say,” My pimp said. “I don’ care for that husband of yours. I’m pimping your cute arse. Do you understand?”

She told him that she understood.

“Good,” he said. “Get your ass up there then.”

She was instructed to go upstairs with a Muslim man. She knew that she was safe, that its it was all right that she get fucked by his client. Somehow it all appeared normal.

Still dressed in her sexy tight outfit and heels, she dropped to her knees, opened his zipper and took his already-hard cock into her mouth. Although this had always disgusted her before, the drug now made it feel great. She began to swallow his hard shinny ebony dick, licking and sucking loudly, feeling her own arousal grow and the tingling moistness increasing between her legs. His cock was red swollen and glistening as she sucked on it.

He started moaning that he was going to cum. His cock started pulsing and then she felt his hot load shoot right into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. The man shot his cum into her mouth in a surprisingly short time. She swallowed a massive amount of cum. When he had left, she took the money and straightened her skirt. This made her feel more like a hooker than ever before in her life.

One night she was lead into a back room where she was tied lying on her back to a four poster bed. Her arms and legs splayed apart Pooja was an open invitation to one and all.

The men had her fuck for three hours on her back, then untied her, turned her over, retied her and let the assault on her ass begin. Pooja gave herself an orgasm when she got to the part of the men fucking her virgin ass hole. She said it hurt like hell at first but by the time the fifth cock was shoved up her butt she was loving every minute of it. A couple of hours later they untied her, let her go to the bathroom and stretch a little, then bent her over a bench so both her pussy and ass hole were easily accessible, retied her and let the men take their choice of pussy, ass hole or both. She was tied up at the pool hall for six or seven hours, when she was untied, led back out to the car and driven to a whorehouse.

For the next five hours my wife was used as a common whore, but instead of the usual charge of 50, 100, and 200, the pimp charged five bucks for a blow job, ten for a fuck, and twenty for around the world. An ass fuck was fifty, with pussy and mouth thrown in at no charge, and customer’s choice of what hole to cum in. Needless to say Pooja was the most used whore in the place, which led to some pissed off regular whores.

From there it was just a short trip to giving full service. The following night, another Muslim gave her $200 dollars and they went round back. She took a sniff and then French kissed for a short time as he felt her all over. She took hold of his slimy oozing cock while she felt the fellow’s hand inside her crotch, fingering her vagina and clit.

Pooja was on her back with only her high heels her leg spread open. Deliberate and slow, the labia pulled itself apart to allow the pulsating organ its rightful entrance. The guy climbed on top of her and she groaned out with lust as he thrust his cock into her.

“Oh my god, yes! …oh fuck …oh fuck me harder darling. With your lovely Muslim cock! Oh yes… oh my Muslim stud!’ She squealed with delight.

There was absolutely no resistance from her wet slippery pussy lips. He pumped vigorously at her for fifteen minutes, spreading the thighs with his hands. What a spectacle my little housewife was debasing herself with the muscular young stud whose magnificent prick was now the centre of her lust-inflamed universe.

Pooja groaned as the Muslim humped in and out of her now juicing slit, his crotch bumping up against her ass with each thrust.

“Oh, GOD NOOO! Don’t let me feel anything but disgust!” She prayed as her cunt muscles involuntarily began to squeeze around the throbbing cock within her.

Feeling her cunt muscles clasp and unclasp around his pulsating cock, the Muslim taunted my beautiful young wife:

“You’re a Hindu bitch, aren’t you? And I’m going to fuck your sexy body like the bitch you really are!”

Suddenly, he groaned and came.

Even though she had just come, her hips began to move again as the drug gave her the energy to satisfy the whore that this talented young cock had managed to bring out of my hindu wife.

He dropped to his knees and moved behind her. He eased his knob into her soft cunt with a grunt of pleasure. Her body wriggled to accommodate him as he moved into a steady fucking rhythm.

She began to cry out as she came. This time the guy didn’t even pause but continued to shaft her steadily through her climax.

She was such a beautiful slut.

She had become a call girl, a woman who fucked for money and she got a thrill out of it.

She had obviously decided to keep this secret from me. How could she explain that she had become a whore? My perfect wife had not only committed adultery, but was now being paid to have sex with other men. The owner phoned me up and three tapes arrived at my hotel with a bill. For the next couple of days I pretended it was not happening,.

I did not want to think about it or about those guys fucking her pussy, sodomising her in the arse, in the mouth. Pinching, pulling, kissing, caressing, biting, fingering, licking and entering her cunt with a variety of cocks. Or the constant stream of video tapes. That evening when she returned, her eyes seemed tired, her make-up a mess. She seemed fulfilled but used. To me however, she was still just as attractive. Sex for money was so easy that she wondered why she hadn’t thought of it before yet inside I knew that the beautiful woman lying next to me was a hindu slut who had fucked hundreds of strange muslimmen for cash and cock. That somehow made her more desirable to me.

**

The next evening she refused when I wanted to accompany her to the club so I came alone anyway. My curiosity got the better of me.

I parked the car and went inside. I had to pay a $5 cover charge to the big bouncer at the door. I walked inside and took a table against the wall. I looked around and saw several woman in various forms of undress milling around.

As I sat in a dark corner, my eyes rested on Pooja. She was entertaining a Muslim punter. She was standing over his legs, her hands on his shoulders, gyrating her pelvis above the stranger’s rigid dick. I found myself getting angry and jealous, yet completely interested and somewhat excited. As my wife spread her legs and straddled him, she seemed to look incredibly attractive, her soft skin, her breasts seems larger, her lips full her eyes sexy. My wife was sitting awfully high on his lap and she was laughing as she leaned back into him. The man was feeling her up, doing something under her skirt and my wife gasped softly.

When I glanced over toward my wife I noticed that the man staring at and openly massaging my wife’s tits. It looked like she was enjoying it as she was leaning back into him, and she offered no resistance at all. My wife’s eyes were closed and she had a sort of dreamy look on her face. The man had a huge grin as he continued to feel up her tits and play with her pink puffy nipples. After a moment, she smiled at him, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and stood up, straightening her skirt. As she gave the guy his goodbye kiss, it was clear the guy was feeling up my wife and finger-fucking her.

A big guy waved a hundred dollar bill and she went up to him smiling. I did not hear what he said, but she nodded and began dancing sensuously, humping to the beat. She put her arms around him and they started dancing. She was pressed tightly against and he leered down t her breasts. After a moment they began kissing mouth to mouth. I could see her tongue lick him then disappear down his throat as she rubbed her body against his hard erection. She reached down and extracted his hard erection. As they kissed her hand moved up and down his long tool. He had opened her blouse and was fondling her lovely breast.

I approached and the man suddenly let go of her breasts and moved back. She looked at me angrily, still holding his cock firmly and asked me firmly to return home. I backed away and the guy sat down on a footstool. Pooja was right in front of him not a foot from his face when she turned around and began wiggling her firm round ass at him and then reached back and slowly lifted the back of her skirt till he had a perfect view of her almost naked ass.

The stranger grinned and stroked his cock through his pants and my wife I was a bit alarmed at how far she was taking this. My own cock was painfully hard and as I looked around the room I could obviously see that all the men had huge hard ons from watching my wife’s slutty performance. As she swayed, he grabbed her and pulled her down onto his lap. She sat down and spread her legs as far apart as she could, her slit clearly visible. I was shocked. My wife was dressing up and acting like a whore.

He started feeling her up and kissing her. I was humiliated, but it was strangely erotic to watch her being handled that way in front of other men. He put one hand on her thigh and gradually moved it up to her cunt. He separated the shirt and squeezed one of her breasts with his other hand. She was humiliated but enormously aroused.

As the next song started playing, he began touching her everywhere, playing with her butt, her tits, pulling on her nipples. I couldn’t believe my eyes, yet at the same time I wanted it to continue. I maliciously wanted to encourage her to screw this stranger and get her cunt filled with his cock. I had wanted to see her fucked by someone else now for ages and realized it.

My cock was so hard. I watched as her grinding became more frantic, faster to the music. Here was my wife, open and naked pussy, sitting on a strangers lap French kissing him with his cock inside her. I don’t know how much more I could take. She was so beautiful, sexy, and exciting. It was such a thrill seeing her dance and shared the sight of my beautiful, young wife’s fantastic, sexy body with the other men in the room.

He was pumping my wife full with his cum and his dick was practically in her womb! She groaned and climaxed on the man’s thrusting virility as his sperm struck her cervix in yet another blast of spunk. It seemed like he would never stop but he finally gave one last shudder and collapsed in total exhaustion.

After she had finished, she straightened her dress to cover her nudity then suddenly noticed me.

She came right up close to me.

“I might have gotten a little carried away” Pooja confessed ” Your not mad are you? You said that I could let them feel my tits and fuck me a little bit. So I did it for you, to give you a sexy show. I even let my boss do what he wanted with me. I had his thick cock in my soaking cunt.

I was stunned at what happened next. She approached a guy, whispered something into his ear. He smiled. She took his hand and led him out back. I was absolutely astounded at my reaction, my cock was standing straight out in front of me. I just stood there dumbfounded as she led him to a private room. I sat and waited. My imagination running wild. I could just picture my pretty wife sucking his cock. Then laying back with her legs spread to accept his hard cock. I could almost hear her cries of pleasure as he pounded his hard cock into her waiting pussy. Finally after about 30 minutes I came to my sense. I could stand it no longer.

I got up and followed her but I was stopped by the bouncer. He asked me where I was going. I told him that there was a dancer waiting for me. He got on the phone, nodded, and said I could. I started to walk past him when he stopped me again. “That will be $20 to cover the cost of the room.” I started to protest, but realised it wouldn’t so any good, so I paid the money and went to Room 3.

I paused at the door for a few moments. Not sure if I would be able to handle what I would see when I opened it. My heart was pounding. I was angry and jealous. But most of all, I was turned on. Turned on so much that my cock ached. I didn’t remember doing it but I had my cock out and was wanking myself furiously. Finally I opened the door and saw my wife with another guy. The strange Muslim man with a huge cock was about to fuck my Hindu wife right before my eyes. And my wife was more than ready for him too. She turned to look at me as I came in and she nearly died on the spot when she saw me standing there. I started to walk towards her but was pulled back by a pair of large Muslim hands. The bouncer.

“Not yet, Mister. This one hasn’t finished. She’s going to be fucked.” My wife looked at the large guy who had been fingering her pussy.

“I can’t now, dear, my boyfriend is here.” The guy just grinned and shook his head, pleased.

“You want a proper fucking with a big Muslim dick? Want your Hindu cunt widened?” he stroked the cock in front of her eyes. Pooja’s eyes bulged. It was her first good look at it. She could not hide her excitement at the sight of it.

I stood there in silence, perfectly still, my cock hard in my pants, watching the guy take advantage of my wife. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My wife of was being used like a common whore, and I was totally enjoying viewing the stiff cock penetrate her whore body.

When he had finished he began to dress. My eyes fell on the bed stand. The condom! He had fucked my wife without any protection! My cock which was on its way down rose again. I was surprised over my reaction. My god! Another man had just fucked my wife without any protection and I was getting horny! I wanted to fuck my wife at once but that not there.

“I have two friends who I think would like to have sex with your wonderful wife too,” the Muslim declared.

I didn’t have to think about it for long. The sight of his ebony cock between her white legs, glistening in her red juicy pussy was magnificent.

“OK. But just the two of them.”

The man went back into the bar to get his Muslim friends. He left her laying there on the bed, exposed her legs spread.

His friends turned out to be Muslim too and Pooja was as welcoming with them.

Bending over, facing the back of the room and looking right up me, her so-called loving husband, she felt the large hands caressing her arse. A shiver of fear ran throughout her body as Pooja had never been butt-fucked before. Reaching forward with one hand, she found exactly what she was looking for, my hardon! I watched, mouth agape, as she unzipped my trousers and fished out my throbbing cock.

The Muslim correctly guessed that I had never had my cock up my wife’s pretty arse as she looked so tight. The Muslimman just loved tight little arses and knew his busting through a cherry arse would bring about a piercing scream if not muffled. Stroking his cock, he was excited at the prospect of getting his very first cherry white arse.

Getting his cock into position, the Muslim grasped my beauty’s trim white hips as he prepared to sodomize her. Looking ahead, he saw that I had followed his instructions and was holding my wife’s blonde head down to my crotch.

“Yeahhhhh, baby!” The Muslim let out as he charged ahead, slamming his big Muslim cock up into the tight cherry white hindu ass.

She let out a loud yelp of pain with the painful intrusion into her arse as she let the first big Muslim bastard shove his fucking pole up her unused arse. The Muslim just laughed and chuckled. I guess she thought I didn’t care, especially after I had watched the other Muslim give her the screwing of her life!

She must have been aware that neither of the two Muslims had used any rubber and this made her even hotter. She had her coming like crazy while the first guy fucked her in the arse. When the first Muslim had bucked and pumped his cum inside her arsehole, he withdrew and we both watched the second Muslim take his sloppy turn and thrust his long ebony cock between her thighs. The two men smiled and thanked me and complimented me on my beautiful, fuckable wife.

They left Pooja a mess! Cum was running down between her spread legs and soaked the sheets. Her pussy gaped open and was full of grey glistening cock-sauce. Swollen and puffy and the hair was matted with half-dried cum.

“Oh, darling! Come to me! Come! Fuck me! Oh Darling it was the best!”

I went over to her and standing there looking down at her well fucked pussy I let my clothes fall on the floor.

“The money first,” she said firmly. I looked at her astounded.

“I’m at work now. You have to pay to fuck my pussy.” She explained patiently.

I handed her the cash. Then I lay on top of her and sank my rock hard cock into the fold of her very sloppy, wet cunt.

I went home to our hotel apartment to gather my senses. Sitting in the living room area I thought about our marriage, the years of trust gone. I felt responsible. If I hadn’t arranged everything none of this would have happened, I tried to tell myself. Still why would Pooja cheat on me after all these years, regardless. I guess I had just taken our sex life for granted, it was my own selfishness that caused her to stay and do this. I knew I would just have to forgive her for it, after all she was doing it for the money, right?

**

The next evening she told me that the manager had asked her to put on a sex show. That it would pay $500. I grew angry and told her that I refused. She shouted at me that it was none of my business and that she needed the money. For drugs I guessed. She was already addicted. I grew very worried and fell silent but that evening I again went with her to the club. After about an hour the stage went silent and they announced the show.

I was seated up front, biting my nails, angry and disgusted. Pooja appeared, each hand holding a man. She appeared drugged, in a daze, and naked. The two men were also naked and well hung. One was blond, the other dark.

It was going to be a very simple act. Pooja knelt down before the man and taking his offered cock in her hand, looked up at him briefly, smiling stupidly. The drugs had started to work. She closed her eyes and smiled a moment, enjoying the effect of the drugs, making her feel horny. She took the chunky unsheathed cock to her lips and slowly began licking the head until it started to stiffen.

I was speechless as her tongue flicked up and down, licking his hairy balls and his veiny shaft as she sucked his bone to hardness. His tool shone as her saliva oiled it and trickled down the cock. She was rubbing it with her fingers as she sucked and caressed the giant with her tongue. The blond began feeding it quicker and deeper into her throat. My wife opened her mouth and he pushed his rod down her throat. His helmet was touching the back of her throat.

I saw her reach between her legs and finger her pussy, rubbing her clit. The dark fellow who had been watching the couple, masturbating, moved behind her and taking his cock positioned himself behind her rump. She was on her hands and knees, on all fours, her perfect tits hanging down sexily. Working his cock over her wiry haired pubes, he rubbed the tip across the moist groove of her vaginal lips and pushed inside her open labia. She groaned with bliss as his long thick cock sunk slowly and deeply into my wife’s belly.

Pooja clung on to the Muslim stallion as he sawed in and out of her. I saw my wife’s eyes, all glazed over from the drugs as she gazed into the man’s eyes with a wanton animalistic lust.

She shuddered with pleasure. I watched her being serviced by a well hung lover. She enjoyed fucking him. I could tell from her cries of pleasure. The drugs made it okay, I guess. I stroked my own cock as the two guys thrust their cocks into her. I watched my wife as she was taken by two cocks, one at each end. The whore! I knew it would never be the same again.

My wife was nude with the two men deep in her. One in her cunt and another in her mouth. All of a sudden the guy she was sucking ejaculated. Her other mate pumped his load of semen deep into her womb. She came, moaning like crazy and starting to buck against his cock. For a full thirty seconds I could see his arse contracting while he grunted pumping his load up my wife’s womb,his cock buried in her well-fucked hole.

The audience went wild, clapping and cheering. She smiled, got up, bowed and left the stage. I went behind stage and she looked up as I entered.

“Did you like the show?” She asked sardonically.

She was still naked and messy with cum from the two guys who had fucked her.

I grabbed her angry, then drew her close. Suddenly I felt myself aroused beyond belief. I kissed her open mouthed, tasting sperm. She returned my kiss like a slut.

“Pay me, then fuck me, here and now. Before I wash out my cunt,” she said.

I looked down at her wet patch and then pushed her onto her back.

. She spread her legs and I pumped her dilated sperm filled pussy.

**

The following night she went again to work. She gave a good service to all her clients and relished the fact that they were, on the whole, bigger and better than me. I knew that things would never be the same between us again. I still loved her madly and she loved me in her own way but she made it quite clear that I could no longer interest her sexually. I could always get a hard on knowing that she was being fucked and I could wank off when I was licking her out after she’d been with a client but at other times, I struggled to get an erection. So I looked forward to her continued infidelity…

The holiday was at an end. My wife told me that she was staying on for a while. I was shocked.

“Pooja, I want you to get away from that man,” I commanded. My voice was more shrill-like than forceful.

Pooja remained where she replied: “How dare you talk to me like that. After all I have done for you. It is your stupidity that got me into this in the first place. Now is your time to pay up.”

“Ok so the damage is done now. Come with me now so we can finish up with this unfortunate episode,” I said putting his hand out to his wife.

She shook her head slowly.

“My pimp(kadir) has already given me an address of a massage place back home. I wants me continue to work for him escorting there. I can’t leave now. So you see the episode is not over. I have become a slut and nothing can change that now,” Pooja said.

“You are not a slut! This is just an unfortunate situation which we can now put behind us. Don’t be stupid. You can’t throw your life away. We can be done with our obligation. Let’s start our life anew,” I said. “Pooja, don’t you want to lead a normal, safe and happy life again? Or do you want to be owned body and soul soul by this man?” I said.

“Sorry. I can’t stop now. I enjoy the sex and I am happy. I signed a six month full-time contract. If I back out I will owe him one hundred thousand dollars. He threatened me. I’m sorry, I had no choice. There is no turning back now, Anyway, I don’t want to give up now. I have never felt so whole in my life.”

She had also found out about the tapes I was still receiving. Pooja looked at my crotch. My cock was sticking up through my boxers.

“Well look at you,” she said. “This is turning you on. You’re excited seeing your wife being gang fucked, aren’t you?”

There was no denying it. I had a hard. I nodded.

On the way back to India my wife informed me that she was moving to full time. The money was better, she explained. Not to mention that she would be getting the pleasure of being fucked by half a dozen Muslim cocks each day.

When she got back home she contacted her pimp and was explained the rules and given her patch to work. I was worried and said I would come out with her on her first day. Reluctantly she had agreed. She had put on her make-up and red lipstick and ultra mini skirt. I was both aroused and sick,

We drove into the seedy part of town and pulled up in front of a bar Pooja was familiar with. A variety of cars, trucks and pick-ups where parked outside and I noticed a couple of working girls doing the trucker rounds. Dressed as she was, my new wife looked the part of a hooker too,

“This is where the action is on a Thursday night. It’s neutral territory so independents can work it when they need to,” she said, as if this was enough of an explanation.

We entered the smoky bar, loud country music blared out and some coupled revolved on the dance floor dancing tightly or speaking. We went up to the bar. I saw the guy staring at my wife’s great legs. Dressed like that in her very sexy short tight outfit she was highly desirable. My cock grew hard as I saw the guy watching her thighs. I realized she was conscious of the effect she created and that she was enjoying it. Her bra-less breasts were visible through material of her blouse and I could see that her nipples were erect and poking up.

“Are you really going to do this?” I asked her in disbelief.

She looked me straight in the eye and said: “Do you want me to?”

My thoughts were in turmoil. I felt very jealous, that it would be wrong. But I knew I wanted to see Pooja with this man and I could not get the vision of his huge bulk squashing my wife with just her slim white arms and legs visible, out of my mind. I thought that, no matter what I thought it would happen. When I said nothing, she smirked and said, “Don’t worry, after my work I can be really wild in bed after, especially if they have been generous.”

I knew she was planning on coming home with a pussy full of other Muslim men’s cum.

She began to swing her leg, in cultured boredom. Unable to resist any longer, the guys got up, approached our table and offered her a drink. He began chatting her up and she flirted with him. I noticed his hand disappear under the table.

Pooja relaxed her legs and parted them a bit, allowing the searching hand further access. “Mmmmmm, mmmmmm!” she moaned softly, not wanting me to know that the man next to her had slipped his middle finger up under the leg band of her panties and had it inserted into her slick juicing slit.

Holding my wife’s hand, eyes glued to the movement under her dress, I knew that the guy was more than just touching Pooja’s leg at this point. I could sense that Pooja’s stiffening in her seat as she clutched my hand tightly, along with her stifled moans, were telltale clues that she was being finger fucked. Then the sudden shuddering of her body as Pooja clutched my hand even tighter, I correctly suspected that the man had just finger fucked my wife to a climax.

He asked if I minded him inviting Pooja for a dance. She looked at me hard as I hesitated for a moment then I told them to go ahead. I watched with frustration as they evolved together on the floor. I caught sight of her through the crowded room and noticed that they were dancing much closer, I noticed that his hands were wandering up and down her back. My heart skipped a beat,

As she danced, Pooja asked Rashid (that’s him) what he was going to do now. He replied that he would go home, take a shower. It was late in the evening. Pooja asked him if he would like to go out with her instead, somewhere more private, just the two of them. Rashid didn’t need to be asked twice, he said: “If it’s all right with your boyfriend.”

Pooja replied: “Oh he doesn’t mind,” she said,” he wants me to enjoy myself with other men.”

I understood that the guy was waiting to fuck her and my heart raced as my cock grew even stiffer.

She approached me very closely. I could feel her breath on my skin, it gave me goose pimples as she asked: “Do you want me to go outside?”

Her tongue flicked over my ear lobe and I shuddered.

“Yes, I do…” I managed controlling my immense swelling jealousy, frustration and desire.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief and said: “See you soon…”

I saw them get up to leave. I tried to think of every thing I could other than the fact my wife was with this man who were doing anything he wanted with her. I was both aroused and frustrated at the same time. I could see him, imagine him fucking her like a dog in the back of his car or truck. I felt tempted to go outside but could not gather the courage to do so.

I waited, it seemed for a long time. Finally, Pooja entered the bar. She made her way towards me. As she approached, I noticed that her dress appeared hastily adjusted, her hair was undone and her make was smeared on one cheek. She sat down beside me and drank thirstily from my beer. She leaned close so as to be heard over the noise and the music and whispered into my ear: “He was hung like a horse and fucked me long and hard. He made me feel like a virgin again, I came as he thrust inside me. I felt a lump in my throat, my cock was bursting to get out.

I was angry and jealous.

She squeezed my cock and said: “Can you imagine, whether you like it or not, your wife has just been unfaithful to you and fucked a complete Muslim stranger! I climaxed four times like a alley slut on that stud’s thick cock. I hope you appreciate all I’m doing for you and your wife. I do care for you, you know.”

I was disgusted.

“I’m going to get another beer,” I said.

She was not there when I returned two minutes later. I was about to go and look for her in the lounge when I heard her voice from behind a door marked “Employees Only”. Gingerly, I pushed it open and stuck my head around the corner. I was nearly struck down. I had indeed found her. There was Pooja bent over, her dress pulled up, and this Muslim guy I’ve never seen before in my life fucking her for all he’s worth. The muscles in my body couldn’t even move. I couldn’t even breathe. He was just fucking her. His enormous shinny ebony pole slid in and out of her juicy vaginal lips. That shaved pussy that I had kissed and adored and maybe even worshipped was now open like a mature flower for this stranger. She moaned. I looked back at Pooja’s face, her breathing now short and sharp as she gasped for air. I became mesmerised by her beauty, her flushed cheeks.

Quietly, I slid left and returned to my seat. Ten minutes later she was back, having finished her second trick. She said nothing, just smiled enigmatically. Placing a hand discretely on my dick through my trousers, she felt my hard erection and gave me a mischievous grin.

“I’m horny too, Darling. See that handsome tall Muslim guy ,I’m going to ask him if he is feeling lonely tonight. You think he’s looking for a fuck?”

She asked me if I was willing to let him take her. Of course I was.

she had got up, left the table and joined the guy. I saw them speaking then he took her to the dance floor and they began to dance. A slow song started, and I saw her cup her my hands around his arse, pulling him close to her. they went to get a drink at the bar near me. I saw him kissing her and feeling her tits right there in the bar. She whispered something in his ear, he nodded, took out his wallet and checked his cash then pointed outside at his truck. She nodded and they left together I could see the truck from where I was sitting and I guessed that she wanted to take this guy out. I watched them approach the truck.

He set her up on his trunk and they began an episode of passionate kissing. I could hear gasps, moans, and thumps. I couldn’t believe it as she allowed him to pull her top down. He quickly freed her breasts free from her bra and began to kiss and suck on my wife’s breasts bare to the public like a wanton slut. Some of the people walking by watched and whistled at their performance. I watched her lean her head back and enjoy his mouth and hands groping and sucking her tits, at that point I could take no more, I immediately went outside myself.

I snuck up on the dark side of the truck where she had finally climbed in and caught a reflection in the side mirror. I arrived just in time to see them kissing and fondling. I put my hand on my cock and stroked it to hardness as I watched. I watched as she undid his zipper and broke their kissing so that she fall on to her knees and lower her mouth onto his hard wet cock. She started by kissing and licking around it, while glancing at me with a wicked smile.

She suddenly turned around and spread her legs. I saw the guy quickly yank off his pants. He had a nice large sized cock that was standing straight up and glistening from my wife’s licking. He roughly grabbed her hips, pushed his hard cock into her wet pussy from the rear. As he began stroking his cock in and out of my wife’s pussy I could hear Pooja making little moaning sounds in the back of her throat. I was really getting turned on by this, watching another Muslim man’s cock slide in and out of my Hindu wife’s freshly shaved pussy.

I couldn’t believe how horny she was. She was bucking like an animal as he fucked her hard. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he thrust his manhood deep within her. Her sweaty hair was to the side of her face and their lips were locked in a deep, passionate kiss. She opened her eyes and looked right at me as she climaxed – one of a dozen I witnessed that night. I couldn’t take it. In a few strokes I shot a load of cum all over the truck next to me.

Suddenly the Rashid picked up the pace of his thrusting and then I noticed his buttocks clench tight as he began to spew his semen deep inside my beautiful bride. I heard the guy groaning and knew he was injecting my horny wife with a load of his own. As the first hot blasts of the Rashid’s cum hit Pooja she began to convulse in an orgasm of her own.

I moved away from the truck thinking maybe they were done. The next thing I knew I saw the truck begin rocking again. When I moved in close again, I saw they had switched position and my wife now was spread wide with her feet pushing on the dashboard. The guy was grinding away into her pussy and sucking on her tits. I beat off again watching this incredible scene. By now the bar was starting to empty out.

After five more minutes I saw her wipe herself between her legs and straighten up. I quickly disappeared under the truck.

As she climbed out of the tall cab of the truck clutching her small red hand bag, her tight skirt rode up her thigh. The trucker passed next to them whistled at her.

“Come here baby, I have something for you to look at.” He said with a lewd grin. She approached, batted her eyelids, and called up to the man in the cab: “That’s one hundred and fifty dollars, for full service?”

He shook his head and asked: “What about anal?’

“Fifty dollar discount, just for you tonight, baby.” She replied.

He grinned and opened the door. I saw her climb in. I had difficulty making my way round to the other side. I had to be quiet climbing up to look in so that he wouldn’t see me. I slowly raised my head and peeked through the partially visible window. The stranger was on top of Pooja, fucking away. My view was unimpeded and I could see his huge cock gliding in and out of her tight arsehole, glistening with their juices. Her teeth were gritted and every now and again she winced or smiled.

Suddenly he groaned: “Oh God Pooja, I’m cumming! Where do you want it baby?”

“Fill my cunt!” She groaned.

With a painful moan, he pulled out in extremis and plunged his throbbing cock rod into the hole beneath. I noticed his balls tighten and he began thrusting extra hard as he shot his cum into my wife’s hungry cunt. She let out a little cry of orgasmic delight as the trucker shot his sperm all the way up her cunt and into her sacred womb. After a few moments, she kissed him briefly and began to dress. I moved away from the truck. Straightening her skirt, she climbed out of the truck. As she walked up to me half staggering and half strutting there was no doubt in my mind that she had enjoyed herself and the first thing she said to me was that she was afraid that he might have worn her out. She threw her arms around me and kissed me affectionately.

I grabbed my wife and kissed her ravenously on the mouth. She took hold of my face and pulled me hard against her. I could taste those men on her warm wet lips

When we broke away she was breathing hard, almost rasping.

“Sameer, you won’t believe it, but I was thinking of you every minute I was getting fucked,” she said and melted against me, “it makes it all worth it. And I know you like it, your sweet little Hindu bitch-wife being filled by pumping big Muslim cocks while you wait obediently. You have been cuckolded and from the way this went, I’m sure you will want more. My freshly fucked pussy is all stretched out and full of cum for you.” She teased, smiling wickedly at me.

I realised that she had been the bitch and I had been the cuckold by Muslim. Willingly, I had let my wife get fucked by several other Muslim men.

“Lets go home, Sameer. I really want you,” she said.

We reached the apartment and as soon as we got in I took her into the bedroom.

“Did you like those big dicks in you?” I asked.

“Mmmm. But of course, Darling. Are you sure you really want to really do this?” She asked. “I haven’t had time to clean up since those four men sheathed their cocks in me.”

My cock grew three times harder as I buried my face into my wife’s sloppy cum filled pussy. Her pussy sure did taste good and I told her that as long as she kept this up she could bet on a cunnying when she got home.

**

The following day was uneventful but when I came home from work that evening, my wife met me at the door in her long raincoat. She wouldn’t let me see under the coat so I figured that something was up, maybe she would go out with me with nothing on but the raincoat .Needless to say I was thinking we were going to have a good night of sex and I suspected that she would be on the game again, hooking perhaps at a trucker stop. Little did I know how good it would be.

I asked her where we were going, but this time again she instructed me to just drive. So I drove. I could see the tops of her nylons when I glanced at her. I knew she had nothing under her coat.

Her cell phone rang and she spoke into it talking to some women at the “agency”. I asked who had called? She said I would find out. She told me to drive around back. She got out and we went in through the back. When she got to the top of the stairs, she turned around and her coat was open, she pulled me to her pussy and said that tonight she was going to give me something she knew I had always wanted. My heart began to race, I did not know what it was but guessed. She had never done anything like this before but it did not need a genius to understand what was about to happen.

She proceeded to a room and knocked. A male voice said to come in, which she did. Her coat was still open. To my surprise there were four men not one, and all of them were naked. She went to the middle of the room, where she was met by two of the men. Abdul, their leader, came up behind her, the other, a Muslim named Latif, in front. I was flabbergasted when the one in front pulled her coat over her shoulders The man in front started to play with her tits and pussy, while abdul was rubbing his cock on her arse. She was really getting into it.

She leaned over, letting her huge breasts hang down toward him. He began to fondle her breasts and butt.

I stepped up and said: “Let’s call it a night. I really don’t think she wants to this to go any farther.”

Pooja got down on her knees in front of Latif, looked up at him, and said: “Please, sir, may I suck your big Muslim dick?”

Latif chuckled and said to me: “I guess you thought wrong.” Then he said to Pooja: “Yeah, slut, suck my dick.”

Pooja wrapped her lipstick-painted lips around his dick and began to suck him. Latif said: “This slut sure loves your Muslim dick.”

She looked up at him, kissed the tip of his dick, and said: “I love your big Muslim boner much better than my husband’s.”

Latif said: “Good, then you suck my dick while looking at your husband.”

My wife looked straight into my eyes, smiled, and devoured Latif’ cock deep into her throat while abdul continued to fondle her from behind. She bent over, her wet pussy was right in front of abdul’s face. She bent over, with her legs a little bit apart, her hands on her ankles, and looked between her legs and said: “Fuck my pussy!”

Needless to say, abdul wasted not time. These two big, Muslim guys were fucking my beautiful wife in her mouth and her are. What a sight!!!!!! They are going at it hard. Pooja was grunting. I loved the sight of that large Muslim cock slide in and out of my blue-eyed, blonde wife’s pussy as she squirmed with delight from the pleasure of the Muslim organ pumping deep inside her.

she had sucked all four of the guys. This is when I noticed a fifth man who had come out of the bathroom. My wife introduced him and said he was going to be the cameraman for the evening, that way I could consecrate the moment and even show the film to Pooja when she got back. Pooja went over to the cameraman and knelt in front of him. She took his cock in her mouth, it was a most exciting sight.

Then she did something that really startled me. She got up and came over to me. With her lips still covered with their juices she kissed me on my lips before saying: “Everyone will know that the babies are not yours. Does that bother you?”

It was very unusual to taste another man’s cum on her lips, but it seemed to really turn her on. It kind of got me excited too.

abdul lead her over to the bed and after he had moistened her pussy with his tongue Pooja straddled his dick with her pussy. I was forced to watch helplessly as the guy used his chunky cock to deflower my wife’s not so long ago virgin pussy with his big prick. I was really getting turned on by this, watching another man’s cock slide in and out of my wife’s freshly shaved pussy. She motioned one of the other men over and the newcomer pulled her head toward him and she started to suck his cock. She had one cock in her pussy, the other in the mouth. When I thought that she could do nothing more to further degrade herself, Pooja looked over to me and said: “Get my arse ready baby, I want one of these big fucking cocks in my arse.”

The three men fucked her like this for several minutes.. The sex sounds were so loud that it almost hurt your ears. Then the man beneath her picked up the pace and was soon started cumming and unloading deep inside her pussy. This caused the two other men to cum in her too.

When abdul pulled out, the thick white cum began to run out of her pussy. She asked me if I liked what I saw and I said yes, then she said I should take a closer look. I got on the bed and put my face between her legs, she grabbed my head and pulled it to her pussy. For the second time and not the last I got the taste of another man’s cum, on a part of my wife’s body. It was incredibly sexy and it really turned her on. This went on for the rest of the night as all the men took turns fucking her. Each timee I would get between her legs and lick her clean.

The five of them proceeded to violate and fill every one of the other orifices on her beautiful body. No sooner had one finished filling her with spunk than another guy took his place and fucked her. I lost count of how many time as those Muslims fucked her and pumped hot spunk into her body. My wife seemed to be enjoying the whole experience although it was clear that she was in a daze. Many loads of cum were pumped into her pussy as well as her tight ass. Their abuse of my bride ended with them cumming in her mouth and all over her beautifully firm young tits.

In the end my wife told all the men to gather around her, there was one in her mouth and one on each side of her and one in her pussy. They began to fuck and jack off and get sucked. When they were done she had cum all over her tits, her face and her pussy. The men then left. I was sitting there looking at her when she kissed me with the cum still on her face. I proceeded down her tits where I licked all the cum off of them. For dessert I cleaned her pussy one last time. She asked if I enjoyed myself, I told her it was great and asked her when we could do it again. She said soon, because she was sure the film would sell well. She called it an experience of a life time.

The strange thing about it was when the DVD did came out and I watched it a few months later, Pooja starred in it with another set of Muslims. I watched the film with growing surprise. On the bed was my naked wife, surrounded by half a dozen equally naked Muslim boys. Two of them held my wife’s legs wide apart as their friend pounded his cock in and out of her pussy like there was no Tomorrow.

I asked Pooja to quit the game, but she evaded the question and said that we needed the money. When she left one evening, “to visit a friend”,

My wife was on the game pulling cocks and stuffing her pussy with every male who wanted.. I can tell by the way Pooja dresses in short tight clothes and the way she acts.

Now she literally walks into our house, no kiss, no conversation, and grabs my hair and pushes my face into her slimy crotch so I can get the full taste of her present, a snatch filled with creamy. Patty grabbed my hair and directed my mouth to her slimy crotch. I love it when her snatch is just oozing cum. I’ve often been aroused by the thought of cumming in Pooja and then eating her out but after I cum my body usually just gives out. Once I’m on the couch she forces me to lie down and eat her – her pussy is already soaked – after she pulls her skirt up. She can come twice, not letting me up for air for at least half an hour. This allows her to ‘wash’ herself of her day’s work. Pooja says that knowing I will eat her cream filled pussy makes sex with her male friends all that much better. She also loves having me eat her when she is filled with cum because, as she says, my face just glides across her pussy.

My sucking her is a form of natural birth control and I think being a good cuckold husband is an art that has to be practiced.

She has started taking her work home. I have come back repeatedly to find her fucking some Muslim in our bed, finding spent condoms or sperm on the bed. Meanwhile Pooja had gone back to full time work. She insisted on having as many Muslim cocks between her legs as she could manage. She is a real hard working girl, fucking sometimes six to ten times in the evening. I have told her not to take her work home but that does not seem to have any effect.

END

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