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I m 29 yrs, i m 6 feet tall, i m fair and handsome, 32″waist,
72 kg…athletic shaped body stature and 6″ tool and
thick…. Possess decent personality traits. I believe
in making good friends. And loves to explore new horizons
of life… As far as my fantasies r concerned. I love to spend
time with like minded people. How loves to get in to a sweet
relationship which must me secure and discreet. I would
welcome the opportunity to meet BM and like minded cpls
and females for casual or one off scenes such as 3 some or
5 some I m always respectful mannered and considerate and
Familiar with what is safe sane and on sensual m not too aggressive
pushy Or over bearing. I assure u complete secrecy and expect
the same.

It was ten at night and the Holy party of our friends Komilla
and Danny was in full swing with everyone having a great
time. My wife Nisha, never a great drinker at the best of
times, was well gone after three hours of partying and I
knew she would suffer for it the next day, but what the hell.
Sipping my drink I looked around the room eyeing up the women
and comparing them to my gorgeous wife, I may be Biased, but there was no comparison, Nisha was the most
attractive women in the room. Nisha caught my eye as my gaze
passed her way and grinned, grinning back I walked over
to the group she was with, Mohit, an old friend of our and
our host’s, Rasmi, Mohit’s wife, our hostess Komilla
and Arjun who I knew, but not well.

As I approached I took stock of my wife’s beauty, she had
shoulder length fine blonde hair that shone even in the
low light in the room; my eyes moved down to her face, her
ice blue eyes sparkled as she laughed at something that
was said, her pert nose sat above lush, ripe lips that just
begged to be kissed. Letting my eyes rove down over her shoulders,
which were all but bare, the only covering being the thin
Straps of her black evening dress. My eyes paused at her
bust, for those who like statistics Nisha is 5 foot 5 inches
tall and a shapely 34C-26-36 and her breasts were more than
a generous handful, even for my large hands. Sighing I let
my eyes slide down over her body admiring the cling of her
dress to her shapely figure and the swell of her hips, my
only lament was that the dress hid most of Nisha’s legs,
But I had the memory of their slender shapeliness. Despite
being married to her for over eight years I still felt a surge
of arousal just looking at my wife and at 34 I thought she
had never looked better.

“Ranjeet, ” my wife’s soft lilting voice greeted
me as I joined the group, “you just have to see what Arjun
found on the Net.”

Arjun grinned as he held out some sheets of paper, raising
an eyebrow I took the pages and glanced at them, then read then more
closely. I’m Not sure why Arjun had brought the printout, but it was a
story he’d Picked up somewhere on the Internet called ‘Nisha’s
Choice’ by someone Calling themselves HILMS. The story was about a guy and
his wife at a Party who get involved in an adult party game, the wife ends
up as the Subject of ‘Dus minute mein Swarg’, which basically
meant a man tried To get her to so excited within ten minutes that she says
‘**** me’. If she does say this, she has to do whatever the man wants
for an Hour. Though I only skipped over the story I was both amused
and a Little turned on by the concept.

“Interesting, ” I commented with a grin as I handed
the pages back to Arjun, “but a little far fetched.”

“That’s what I said.” Nisha laughed.

“You have to admit though, ” Komilla laughed, “the
character names are An amazing coincidence. ”

“A big coincidence. ” Arjun smiled tongue in cheek.

On that note Arjun went off to circulate around the room
while the Rest of us chatted and joked, the story quickly forgotten
in the Exchanges of banter and ribald comments. From time to time
I saw Arjun Showing off his story out of the corner of my eye, but didn’t
pay him Much attention. I guess it was about half an hour later that
Arjun Rejoined our group wearing a huge grin and for a few minutes
just Stood listening to our chat with his grin growing broader.

“Why the huge grin, Arjun?” Komilla eventually asked.

“Oh, nothing really, ” Arjun replied, “just a comment
someone made.”

I sensed that he was waiting to have the rest of it dragged
out of Him, but I was not going to give him the satisfaction of asking.
Though it seemed my wife was intrigued and asked him about
the comment.

“Well since you asked, ” he said with his smile turning
to a full blown Laugh, “a couple of guys said they thought that the woman
in the story Wouldn’t have lasted the ten minutes in real life.”

Inwardly I groaned, Nisha was always one for a verbal challenge,
but Especially so when she had been drinking, it was a foregone
conclusion That she would take up the chakravyu that Arjun had laid

“Rubbish, ” Nisha laughed “if anything the woman
would last longer, Especially if she was resisting the urges.”

“You think?” Arjun grinned back. “I’m not so sure

Komilla looked at me and rolled her eyes as Arjun and Nisha
got into An animated, but friendly discussion centred on whether
or not a Fictional female would have lasted less than or longer
than ten Minutes. People noticing the conversation and its topic
came over to Join us, some just to listen, but one or two of the men made
comments More or less agreeing with Arjun’s point of view. Of course
this only Made Nisha dig her heels in even more to defend her position.

“Well, ” Arjun eventually said, “there’s only
one way to prove the Point, that’s to put your money where your mouth is Nisha.”

Needless to say every male in the room immediately got his
drift as Did a number of the women, but Nisha looked puzzled.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean that the only way to settle this” Arjun spoke
softly “would be To put the situation to the test for real.”

“You mean…” Nisha gasped.

“I mean I take the role of the guy and you take the role of
the Woman.” Arjun spoke into the sudden silence in the room.
“Same rules, Same penalty as in the story so the incentives are the same
to Encourage you to hold out or for me break you down. Of course
you Could always admit I’m right and wimp out.”

I cursed under my breath as Arjun threw out the last comment,
at the Same time I began to wonder if Arjun hadn’t been setting
Nisha up for This situation, everyone knew how doggedly she defended
a point of View. What he was proposing was an area Nisha and I had discussed
During sex, but had never considered it as a reality and
I quietly Wished for Nisha to tell him where to stick his suggestion,
though I Did feel a bit of excitement at the idea. Nisha frowned and
looked at Me; one look in her pensive eyes told me that she had drunk
more than Enough to take up the challenge.

“Ranjeet?” she said softly.

“Hey, ” Arjun objected, “it’s not up to him; you’re
the one so adamant The woman could hold out longer not Ranjeet.”

I gave Arjun a glare and my wife a shrug to indicate that it
was her Decision; around us everyone seemed to be holding their
breath in Anticipation of Nisha’s answer. My wife thought for
a few moments then I saw her shoulders straighten and knew what her answer
was going to be.

“Okay, ” Nisha spoke firmly, “you’re on.”

“You understand what I mean?” Arjun said pulling the
story sheets out Of his pocket. “I get to have my way with you for ten minutes.”
Here He read from the paper in his hand. “I can touch or kiss
you, but I Can only use my mouth and hands. If I can get you to say, ‘****
me, ’ Before the ten minutes is up, then you must do anything I
tell you for The next hour.”

“Yes, yes, I understand.” Nisha responded.

Arjun grinned almost triumphantly and moved across the
room to the Couch, the couple that were already there quickly got up
to give him Room. Sitting himself in the centre of the couch Arjun looked
up at my Wife with a raised eyebrow as though challenging her to
back down.

“Okay, who has a stop watch or timer?” Arjun asked as
Nisha crossed The room to join him.

As Nisha sat beside him one of the men produced a watch with
a Count-down timer on it, Arjun had the man set it for ten minutes
then Appointed Komilla as the time-keeper.

“One thing, ” Arjun said as Komilla took the watch,
“you don’t start The time going until after I start.”

“Okay.” Komilla replied.

“And no distractions, ” Arjun added, “the watch
has an end of time Alarm so no need to count out the time.”

“Now just a minute, ” Nisha objected “you were the
one that wanted to Do this as it was done in the story, so Komilla should count
down the Minutes like they did in the story.”

“Not feeling so confident?” Arjun smirked. “Don’t
you think you can Resist without the interruptions? ”

“Of course I can.” Nisha replied sharply. “Oh what
the hell, do it Your way.”

“Mind you, ” Arjun said slowly, “I should get a bit
of a head start Seeing as the characters in the story were already turned
on by having Been playing a sex game, I mean fairs fair, i’ll be starting
from Stone cold.”

I couldn’t believe the guys gall, not that I could blame
him for Trying for every advantage, but he had been the one that
had been so Adamant about doing things exactly as per the story. Around
me there Were mutters of accent to his comment, it seemed most, if
not all Those watching agreed that Arjun should get a ‘warm up’
period. Nisha Looked around nervously then her eyes came to rest on me,
all I could Do was shrug.

“How long a head start?” Nisha asked turning to look
at Arjun.

“I thought ten minutes.” Arjun grinned, obviously
sensing he was about To gain another concession.

“Sod off, ” Nisha said firmly, “that doubles the
total time. Two minutes.”

“Hmmm, ” Arjun frowned, “hardly a head start. Seven
minutes might work; After all you haven’t been excited by playing a game have

“Maybe not, ” my wife responded, “but it’s still
too long. Four minutes.”

“Four?” Arjun sighed. “Well make it five and we have
a deal.”

“Oh alright, five minutes but, ” Nisha agreed, “no
touching under Clothing, on top only.”

“You’re on.” Arjun laughed. “We’ll have a drink
first then get at it. Komilla change the stopwatch to fifteen minutes and yell
out when the First five are up, okay.”

“Okay Arjun.” Komilla replied as she fiddled with
the stopwatch in her Hand. Drinks were passed to Arjun and Nisha and while they sipped
at them The others chatted and joked about what was about to happen,
I heard One or two of them making bets with each other as to how long
my wife Would last. Komilla was standing right in front of the couple
on the Couch and about three feet away from them and I placed myself
at her Shoulder. From this position I could not only watch events
unfold Clearly I could also keep an eye on the stopwatch. Fixing
my gaze on The couch I noticed that Arjun seemed to be taking a hell
of a time Finishing his drink, Nisha had downed hers in one gulp and
was already Working on another. Then I noticed that Arjun had an arm
along the Back of the couch and that his hand seemed to be resting at
the back Of Nisha’s neck, a slight movement of her hair told me
that the crafty Sod was gently rubbing at the erogenous zone on her neck.
I was Tempted to tell Komilla to start the stopwatch, but held
back since Nisha didn’t seem to be worried about his touching her.

At long last Arjun finished his drink and put the glass aside,
I felt My body tense with both nervousness and excitement as he
turned Slightly in his seat to face my wife. Someone took the empty
glass From Nisha as she licked her lips nervously and watched
Arjun turning To face her, he grinned at her then leant forward until his
lips were A scant few millimetres from hers. Nisha tensed in anticipation
of his Kiss, but Arjun just hovered there letting the tension
mount, a glance To my right told me that Komilla had not yet started the stopwatch;
Clearly she was waiting for the first touch. A minute passed
with Arjun’s lips hovering over Nisha’s he was looking
into her eyes and Though she tried to avoid his gaze her eyes kept flicking
back to his With uncertainty growing in them. Nor was Nisha the only
one feeling The tension, the people around me seemed to hold their breath
waiting For that first touch of skin on skin. When Arjun finally
closed those Few millimetres between his lips and my wife’s he did
it so slowly That the kiss was seconds old before we realised that the
seduction Had begun in earnest. I had to nudge Komilla to start the
stopwatch as A collective sigh seemed to fill the room.

Nisha sat there with his lips pressed softly to hers, her
eyes were Open and looking around as she avoided looking into his
eyes. Yet Despite herself, as though drawn by some magnetism, her
eyes drifted To his and fixed there, when this happened Arjun increased
the Pressure of his kiss a little more. Again, despite herself,
Nisha Began to respond to his kiss, it was only a slight return
pressure, But it was enough of a positive sign for Arjun to move on.
Kissing her More firmly Arjun opened his mouth a little and although
I could not See it I somehow knew that he was pressing his tongue to my
wife’s Lips in a demand for entry. When Nisha’s chin moved I knew
that she Had given way to Arjun’s demanding tongue, I don’t
know what my wife Was feeling, but a tingle of excitement ran through me at
this first Sign of submission. That excitement grew when I saw Arjun
put his Right hand over Nisha’s shoulder, with slow stroking
motions he slid It down onto her right breast which he gently began to rub
and squeeze Through her clothing. A quick glance at the stopwatch in
Komilla’s Hand show that barely a minute had passed.

A pin dropping in the room would have sounded like a cannon
going off, Even the music that had been playing seemed muted to almost
nothing And from where I was standing I could hear Nisha’s breathing
Quickening slightly under Arjun’s attentions. Arjun
started to pinch At Nisha’s nipple through the thin material of her dress
which made Her breathing a little heavier. My mouth went dry when I
heard the Sound of a sudden intake of breath from Nisha as Arjun’s
left hand Moved onto her lap, his fingers pressing into the material
over her Pussy to rub gently at her mound. My eyes flickered from
point to Point as I watched Arjun’s actions with my wife; her eyes
were still Open as they kissed, but they seemed locked to his as though
she was Transfixed by something in their depths; his right hand
squeezed and Teased her right breast and nipple; his left hand pressed
more firmly Into her groin to rub at her pussy. I glanced at the stopwatch
Convinced that more than five minutes had passed, but was
surprised to See that Arjun still had half his warm up time left.

Then I heard Nisha give a gentle sigh and her legs, which
up to that Point had been firmly together began to slowly open giving
Arjun more Freedom to stroke at her pussy. Of course with Arjun being
able to Arouse her pussy with greater freedom meant her legs parted
further And so on, the point came where my wife was sat there with
her legs Spread wide while Arjun rubbed at her through her dress
using his Whole hand. I watched the material of Nisha’s dress dimple
to the Shape of her pussy as Arjun pressed his fingers firmly into
her, his Actions making her breathing heavier and louder. Then
I nearly jumped Out of my skin when the silence was shattered by a soft ‘beep-beep’.

“That’s the five minutes head start, ” Komilla
spoke barely loud enough To be heard, “ten minutes left to get Nisha to say the magic

I noticed that while she spoke Komilla had paused the stopwatch,
Though Arjun hadn’t broken his stride at all. For the
first time in More than five minutes Arjun parted their lips and while
his hands Stayed busy at her breast and pussy he leant close to her
ear and Spoke softly to her. In the story the husband had never heard
what was Being whispered, but in the silence that had once again
fallen on the Room Arjun’s words came to me clearly.

“Want to save us all some time and say it?” he crooned
in her ear.

Nisha shook her head in the negative and Arjun grinned as
he spoke again.

“You won’t make it and you know it, ” he said softly,
his breath Puffing against her ear, “especially now that I can get
you undressed. Come on, say it, you’re so hot now after just the warm up,
how will You feel after a few more minutes of serious attention.
Say it, you Know you want to, you know you are going to eventually.”

My wife shook her head again, but I could see the hesitation
in her Movement and the uncertainty in her eyes. With a smile Arjun
went back To kissing Nisha and she returned his kiss within a few seconds
of Their lips touching. Deep down I knew that Arjun was right,
my wife Was not going to be able to hold out for the full ten minutes,
already She was showing all the signs of being fully aroused and
much more Attention would have her on the verge of a climax. Drawing
a deep Breath I glanced at the stopwatch to see how much longer
Nisha would Have to hold out, the damned thing was still paused and I
nudged Komilla who was so enthralled by events she had forgotten
to re-start The timer. When I looked back at the couch Arjun was sliding
his right Hand up to the top of Nisha’s dress, the material stretched
as his Hand slid under it and back onto her breast. Now it was bare
skin on Bare skin and I could see the material moving as Arjun played
with my Wife’s boob and teased her already hard nipple. At the
same time his Left hand slid down Nisha’s leg until it came to rest at
the hem of Her dress, which was a point just above her knee with the
way the Material had already rumpled. Arjun’s hand slid up Nisha’s
stockinged Leg gently rubbing in small circles as it rose up her thigh,
the Material of the dress gathered and slithered up her leg
as his hand Rose higher.

“Hhhhhuuuhhhh. ….mmmm” A stifled gasp from Nisha
told me when Arjun’s Hand had reached her pussy and I had no doubt that under the
Concealment of the material he was rubbing at her pussy
in earnest, Perhaps he even had his fingers under her panties and in
her pussy….

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, so wet.” Arjun parted their lips and
spoke softly while Looking deep into Nisha’s eyes. “Sure you don’t
want to say it?”

Nisha shook her head and muttered the word ‘no’ so low
as to be barely Audible to Arjun let alone to me. Undeterred Arjun put his
lips to Hers once more while his right hand slid out from under the
top of her Dress, with a gentle yet firm motion he pushed the thin strap
from her Shoulder and down her arm. Nisha bent her arm slightly,
surrendering To the inevitable and the strap flopped loose, and then
Arjun’s hand Was back at the top of her dress. As Arjun pushed the material
of her Dress down to reveal Nisha’s breast to everyone I glanced
at the Stopwatch, a minute and a half had passed; Arjun had eight
and a half Minutes left and I began to feel a little hope that he was
moving too Slowly to achieve his goal. For a few moments Arjun seemed
content to Tease Nisha’s now bare nipple and to press his fingers
into her heavy Boob flesh, but then he parted their lips and his head moved
down over Her chest. I looked up at Nisha’s face as Arjun sucked
her nipple into His mouth, her eyes were wide and fixed on what he was doing
to her, For a brief moment she looked up at me before looking back
down to Arjun. In that brief moment of eye contact my faint hope
that Arjun Was moving too slowly died, Nisha’s eyes had held a look
of excitement Bordering on orgasmic.

For what seemed like ages Arjun sucked and nibbled at my
wife’s nipple, at the same time his left hand seemed to be moving
faster under the material of her dress. His right hand had moved
from Nisha’s breast and was now behind her, I couldn’t see what his
hand was doing, but the gradual loosening of her top told me he was opening
the zip at the back of the dress. Then his right hand came back into
view as it slid onto her left shoulder to push the strap off her shoulder
and down her arm, once again Nisha bent her arm to free the strap
and the whole front of her dress just slithered down to her waist.
Arjun’s head moved to across her body and he sucked in her left nipple
while his right hand came back over her shoulder to her right breast.
A quick glance at the stopwatch in Komilla’s hand showed
me that a bare ninety seconds had passed and my wife was already half naked
and rising to a climax, she could not last another seven minutes.
Arjun suddenly sat up, his hands and mouth leaving Nisha’s
body; he grinned down at her heavy breathing and dreamy eyes and spoke. “Lift up.” He ordered softly. As though in a dream Nisha leant up and in one swift motion
Arjun pulled the dress from under her, down her legs and off. I
gazed wide eyed at my wife’s body as Arjun returned his hands and
mouth to her breasts and pussy, now we could all see his hand rubbing
and pressing at her panties, his fingers pushing the material into her
slit. Then his hand moved to the side of her flimsy panties, Arjun’s
finger’s slid under the material pushing it aside as two of his fingers
sank into Nisha’s pussy. Nisha’s reaction to this intrusion
was gasp loud enough to be clearly heard around the room and to arch her
lower body slightly as though to draw his fingers deeper into her.
I could tell from the tension in my wife’s body, the glaze in her now
half closed eyes and the flush of her face and breasts that Nisha was
about to climax and I expected her to cum any second. Arjun must have
sensed this too and it was not part of his plan to let her climax,
clearly he was aware that once she’d peaked there would be a period
of calm before she would be aroused to ecstasy again. Just as Nisha
began to squirm in pre-orgasmic bliss Arjun moved his fingers away
from her pussy, though he continued to gently suck at her nipples
and tease her boobs for a moment before leaning up. As Arjun looked at my wife as though judging her level of
arousal I glanced at the stopwatch, another minute had passed though
I would have sworn it had been longer. My eyes flicked back to the
couple on the couch as Arjun reached down and tugged at Nisha’s
panties, without hesitation Nisha raised her lower body to allow him to slide
the damp material down her legs and off. Now my wife was dressed in
nothing more than a suspender belt, stockings and high heel shoes,
she was a gorgeous sight that would have had me instantly hard if
my cock wasn’t already rigid. Leaning over Arjun kissed Nisha while his
right hand teased her right nipple and his left rubbed gently at her
pussy lips, and then he parted their lips and put his mouth close to her
ear. “Feels good doesn’t it.” He said softly in her ear.
Nisha responded with a hum of pleasure while pushing her
pussy up at Arjun’s moving hand, her face was flushed and I could
see her lower lip caught in her teeth as she tried to hold back against
the sensations flooding over her. “It can feel even better, ” Arjun carried on, “so
much better, all you have to do is say those two little words. You know you want
to. Will you say them Nisha?” I don’t think my wife could trust her voice because her
response was a slow hesitant shake of her head in the negative, Arjun smiled
at her response. Then he sank his fingers into her pussy while
his mouth went back to her nipple, I watched him finger fuck her slowly
until once again Nisha was right on the point of coming. With a grin
Arjun sat up, leant over, kissed my wife then slid off the couch to
kneel between her open legs. Nisha was breathing hard and heavy
as Arjun leant forward to plant a kiss on her pussy while his hands
slid up her body to her boobs. A glance told me that another minute had
passed, there was only five minutes remaining and once again I felt
a faint hope that my wife might hold out. My wife groaning drew my
eyes back to what was happening Arjun was gently blowing on her pussy,
his warm breath exciting her, but still not making her climax. Sitting
up Arjun reached up to pull Nisha’s face down to his and their lips
locked in a kiss of pure passion, his body was pressed to her pussy as
they kissed and I could see my wife making little humping motions against
him. Laughing Arjun parted their lips and leant back.

“Oh no, ” he grinned down at her while teasing her nipples,
“you don’t get to cum that easy. Not until you say the magic words. Will
you say them?” Nisha bit her lips and shook her head ‘no’, but her motion
was even more hesitant than before and my faint hope faded once more.
“We’ll see.” Arjun grinned as he lowered his head.
He ran his tongue all the way along Nisha’s slit in a slow,
tantalising motion and she groaned in pleasure, her lower
body pushing up to try and get her pussy tight to Arjun’s mouth. For
a moment he let her push her pussy against his mouth then he moved back
so that just the tip of his tongue was touching her flesh. Arjun’s
hands were busy teasing, tugging and twisting at Nisha’s nipples
while he tormented her with his tongue. With almost a feather-light
touch Arjun circled his tongue around Nisha’s clitoris then passed
it over her sensitive bud. “OHHHHHHH… .. GGGGGGODDDDDDD. ….!” Nisha groaned
out at this. Other than a brief ‘no’ these were the first words Nisha
had spoken since they had started and I knew it was a sign that her resistance
was fast crumbling. As did Arjun, once again he circled
her clit with his tongue then licked at it a little more firmly which made
my wife groan out again. Her whole body seemed to be trembling as
she hovered on the very edge of an orgasm, an orgasm Arjun was denying
her with consummate skill. My eyes flickered to the stopwatch then
back to the action on the couch as my mind tried to understand how a mere
minute could have felt like five times that long. “Mmmm, no, no.” Nisha started to intone through her
groans of frustrated pleasure as Arjun teased her clit with his tongue.
There was less than four minutes remaining now and Arjun
was playing my wife like a musical instrument, a touch here, a stroke
there, a lick or a suck and his actions were driving her crazy. So
crazy that she was squirming and writhing to his every touch, desperate
to climax but being denied that release by Arjun’s careful movements.
Even when he let his tongue push into her oozing hole he did it so slowly
that it merely added to the sensations flooding over Nisha without
pushing her over the edge into climax. Leaning back Arjun let a brief
moment pass so that Nisha would edge down the slope of pleasure
she was on then slid a hand down to her pussy. Sliding two fingers into
her Arjun began to finger fuck Nisha with slow, gentle thrusts that
pushed her right to the very edge and each time she trembled on the verge
of cumming he would stop moving. “Say it.” Arjun whispered to my wife. Her negative response was barely a single jerk of her head
and as she made this response I looked at the stopwatch, there was
only two minutes left to go, but could Nisha emulate the character
in the story and hold out. Arjun had masterfully kept my wife on the very
edge of climaxing for almost five full minutes and I felt sure that
Nisha would have to crack soon. As I watched Arjun leant forward
again to use his tongue on Nisha’s pussy once again part of me was
willing her to hold on, to suffer the exquisite torture and deny Arjun
his victory, but at the same time part of me was willing her to
crack and say the words ‘fuck me’. Mixed thoughts churned around
in my head as I watched Arjun playing with my wife’s body; watched the
effect his caresses were having on her and listened to her ever louder
cries of passion. Time seemed to be standing still as my eyes flickered
between the scene on the couch and the stopwatch Komilla was holding,
there were ninety seconds left when Nisha gave a low, guttural
cry of sheer frustrated desire. Arjun knelt up, his fingers taking
the place of his tongue at Nisha’s pussy, looking into her glazed eyes
he smiled, finger fucked her firmly for a few moments then held his
fingers still as Nisha responded with a muttered comment none of us could
make out. “What was that?” Arjun asked softly. I glance at the stopwatch, there was a scant minute left
to go, my eyes went back to my wife’s face which was a picture of
ecstatic torment. “What did you say Nisha?” Arjun asked again. The breath froze in my chest as I waited in dread and excitement
for my wife to reply to Arjun, my eyes flickered to the stopwatch
to see forty seconds left then back to the tableaux of Arjun and
my wife. Arjun moved his fingers in Nisha’s pussy once, twice
then a third time and my wife cried out. “Fffffuck me!” she gasped out in a low, trembling voice.
“Louder, so we can all hear you.” Arjun chuckled at
Nisha. “FUCK ME YOU ARSEHOLE FUCK ME!” Nisha cried out loudly.

Komilla had stopped the stopwatch with thirty seconds
still remaining of the allotted time, Arjun had won and
now Nisha was his to do with as he wished for an hour. My heart
raced as my wife’s loss hit me, I felt almost numb at the
thought of another man having sex with my wife, but at the
same time my cock was so hard it was throbbing at the very
same thought. Through my stunned haze I saw Arjun move his
hands from Nisha, she began to literally plead with him
to fuck her and Arjun laughed as he opened his trousers,
pushed them and his pants down to his knees. “Yes, yes.” Nisha gasped out gazing at Arjun ’s hard
cock “Give it to me. fuck me!” Through my surprise at the desperation in my wife’s voice
as she pleaded with Arjun to put his cock in her I vaguely
noticed that his cock was more or less average in size, going
by looks he had less to offer than I did. Not that this discovery
gave me any relief as I stood there and watched this virtual
stranger press his cock to my wife’s pussy. Arjun was
grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat as he pushed
just the cap of his cock into my wife, she groaned then tried
to thrust up to take the rest of him in, but Arjun had placed
his hands at her upper thighs and stopped her motion before
it could start. “Naughty, ” Arjun grinned down at Nisha, “now lie
still like a good little slut.” I felt weak at the knees as it hit me that Arjun was not just
going to fuck my wife, his use of the word ‘slut’ seemed
to hint that he had other plans for her than a simple fuck.
For one moment I thought to step forward and put a stop to
events, but a hand on my arm stopped me before I could take
the first step. “Nisha went into this with her eyes wide open Ranjeet, ”
Komilla said softly as I looked at her restraining hand
then at her face, “she won’t thank you for showing her
up by breaking things up.” “Christ Komilla , ” I gaped at her, “I can’t just
stand by and let her be used like some little fuck toy.”
“Of course you can, ” Komilla half smiled, “and
you will. Look, Arjun ’s a bastard, but he won’t hurt
her, not much anyway.” “Come on Komilla , ” I protested, “what if it was
you there, how do you think Danny would react?” “He reacted the same way you will once you calm down and
just enjoy what happens.” Komilla said softly. “You …?” I spluttered in surprise. “Yes, me.” Komilla grinned. “Arjun pulled the same
trick on me only I didn’t last half as long as Nisha. Ranjeet,
believe me, it made sex between Danny and me much better.
It’s only an hour Ranjeet, and an hour you will relish
in the future.” “But what about the others?” I said looking around
the room at the half dozen other couples there. “Of course they’ll screw her, if there’s time and
that’s what Bill wants.” Komilla said softly. “Just
go with it Ranjeet.” While Komilla was making her revelations I had been watching
Arjun slowly pushing more of his cock into Nisha amidst
her pleadings and demands for orgasmic release. Whatever
else he was Arjun certainly knew how to keep a woman from
cumming, every time Nisha showed signs of going over the
edge he would pause in his motions and wait for her to calm
a little, then he would press on. By the time he had buried
his cock in her to the hilt Nisha was threshing her head and
literally crying out for release. “You know, ” Arjun commented as he held his cock still
inside my wife, “an hour seems hardly enough to really
appreciate a slut like you.” I could not believe my ears, the man was openly angling to
increase the time he had with my wife from an hour to God alone
knew how long, nor could I believe that I was going to let
him do it. Although this had hit me instantly I was not sure
that Nisha was really aware of what Arjun was saying, her
whole attention seemed desperately focussed on achieving
a climax. When Nisha gave no response to his comment Arjun
slid his cock in her pussy slowly until it was all but out
of her pussy, Nisha writhed and struggled in an effort to
get his cock back into her, but with no success. With a little
sob of frustration Nisha lay still and looked up at Arjun
, her eyes pleading with him to finish her off, grinning
down at the now subservient woman beneath him Arjun slid
his cock all the way back into her yearning depths. “What do you say Nisha, ” Arjun spoke softy as his groin
pressed to hers, “should we make it longer than an hour?”
“Yes, anything, ” Nisha sobbed softly, “only please
fuck me properly!” “Oh I will, I will. You will be well fucked by the time I’m
finished with you.” Arjun laughed. “But first let’s
talk time. Perhaps we ought to make it 2 hours.” Nisha nodded a wild yes, her lower lip caught in between
her teeth as she struggled to climax. “I didn’t hear you.” Arjun said. “Yes, two hours, yes.” Nisha half gasped and half sobbed.
“Hmmm, well I’m not sure, ” Arjun mused while making
a slow withdrawal of his cock, “can I do everything I want
in two hours? I don’t think so. Let’s make it three shall
we?” “Yes, anything, only please fuck me!” Nisha pleaded
with him. “Anything?” Arjun grinned while pushing his cock
slowly back into Nisha’s yearning pussy. “In that
case how about this. The time is almost twelve thirty; you
do whatever I want until seven in the morning, that’s
a little over six hours. Still not enough in my view, but
I don’t think you could stand any longer. So Nisha, what
do you say, will you be my slut until seven?” I held my breath as I waited for my wife to answer, though
deep down I already knew what she would say. “Yes!” she wailed and I let the air sigh from my chest.
“Yes what?” Arjun asked firmly. “What you said, ” Nisha gasped out, “I’ll do whatever
you want until seven in the morning.” “That’s a good little slut.” Arjun crowed. “And
now for your reward.” With that Arjun began to fuck Nisha in earnest, his cock
started sliding in and out slowly, but in a few heartbeats
he had picked up the pace and that was all it took to make Nisha
climax. Climax was too mild an expression for what hit Nisha
as all the pent up excitement crashed over her, it started
with a shudder that became violent jerks of her body, at
the same time she was almost screaming out the bliss she
was feeling. This orgasmic explosion just seemed to go
on and on, throughout all this Arjun continued fucking
her with hard, heavy strokes that just seemed to make her
ecstasy increase even more. Arjun was clearly enjoying
the sensation of fucking my wife and seemed to be doing everything
he could to draw out that pleasure, but despite himself
his thrusts became ever harder and faster until their bodies
were virtually crashing together. With a groan Arjun pushed
hard into my wife and I watched his buttocks clenching as
he came deep inside her, by this time Nisha’s movements
had become weak and almost listless but when Arjun ’s
seed filled her she gave a yelping cry then shook violently

“Oh am I going to enjoy this.” Arjun puffed as he leant
back on his heels, his cock slithering wetly from Nisha’s
pussy. “Who else wants to fuck this prime little slut?”
Arjun looked around the room as he spoke as did I, nor was
I surprised to see four of the men present step forward,
including our host Danny . As for those that hadn’t shown
a desire to fuck Nisha about the only thing stopping them
had been their wives taking their arm and talking stiffly
to them, not surprisingly those couples left shortly after
that, but not before the first of the other guests took his
turn with Nisha. Feeling sick and excited at the same time
I watched Nisha responding ever more weakly to the attentions
of first our host then three other male guests, each of them
taking her hard and fast concerned only for their satisfaction
not hers. Nor can I deny that I was also tempted to fuck her,
but the thought of my dick surrounded by the sperm of the
other men just turned my stomach. Finally those present were done with Nisha, an hour had
passed and she had fucked and sucked five men, including
Arjun , more than once and she looked well fucked. My wife’s
pussy was oozing sperm, it coated her lips and chin, and
some even glistened on her throat and boobs. Panting and
shivering in post orgasmic pleasure Nisha lay on the floor
where the men had placed her convinced, as was I, that her
ordeal was over, but neither of us had reckoned on Arjun
actually intending to use her until the last second of the
agreed time. Arjun , once again sporting an erection, stood
over Nisha, he seemed pleased at the well used look she wore
and as she looked up at him questioningly he gave a little
laugh. “You’re not done yet my little slut.” Arjun spoke
meaningfully. “There’s one hole that hasn’t been
used yet.” Nisha’s eyes widened as she realised which hole he was
referring to, but though we didn’t do it often my wife
was not an anal virgin. As the realisation reached her eyes
Arjun grinned even more and nodded down at her as though
confirming her thought. “Assume the position like a good little bitch.” Arjun
chuckled. Nisha sighed then moved onto her hands and knees, her bum
facing Arjun as she looked over her shoulder awaiting his
pleasure. “Damn you’ve got his slut well trained Ranjeet.”
Arjun laughed as he moved closer to my wife. He stuck his cock in her pussy to gather the juices there
then withdrew it, a moment later Arjun was pressing his
cock to Nisha’s small puckered anus. As he applied pressure
Nisha hung her head between her shoulders and gave a small
groan of pain, then she yelped and I saw Arjun ’s cock surging
all the way into her back passage. There was nothing gentle
about the way Arjun fucked her arse, his thrusts were fast
and almost drove her to the floor with their power. Despite
this Nisha managed to hold her position and, to my surprise,
was soon moaning in pleasure which made Arjun laugh then
thrust even harder. “You like it hard don’t you my little slut.” Arjun
commented breathlessly. “Yes.” Nisha gasped back even though his words had
not been a question. “I bet you never let your husband fuck you hard and mercilessly.”
Arjun grunted as he picked up the pace even more. “No.” My wife responded breathlessly. I blushed at her reply, even though it was true that I had
always treated her lovingly her admission was humiliating
and Arjun ’s response even more so. “Well you sure love having a real man fucking you, ”
He laughed. “it takes a real man to handle a whore like
you. Perhaps we’ll get together again after this just
to keep you satisfied.” Thankfully Nisha made no response, but that may have been
simply because she was too busy climaxing to talk. While
I thought about his comment that they get together again
Arjun began to groan, moments later his cock was thrust
deep inside Nisha as he filled her bowels with his cum. For
a few moments after cumming Arjun remained still, clearly
savouring the sensations of my wife’s arse around his
cock, then, after a few idle thrusts he pulled out of her.
“Okay, ” he sighed moving away from Nisha, “let’s
go get cleaned up.” I wasn’t too happy to see Nisha and Arjun leaving the room
together, but I had little choice in the matter. A few minutes
later Arjun returned without Nisha, grabbing his discarded
clothing he quickly dressed then headed to the telephone.
Around me the rest of the partygoers were saying their farewells
to our hosts and no-one noticed me sidling near to Arjun
or straining forwards in an attempt to hear his phone conversation.
Although I couldn’t make it all out I got enough to realise
that Arjun was making arrangements for a group of men to
meet my wife somewhere, I couldn’t make out how many or
the location. As he finished his call Nisha, still naked,
reappeared, the only people left now were our hosts, Danny
and Komilla , Arjun , my wife and myself, seeing Nisha Arjun
grinned and instructed her to put on her dress. “Just the dress, ” he added, “you won’t need the
rest.” Puzzled Nisha did as instructed then stood there waiting
for whatever was to come next and when Arjun spoke I felt
my face go white. “Okay my little whore, ” Arjun grinned, “time to
earn your keep. We’re going for a little ride, when we
get there you will tout your sluttish little body just like
any other whore there.” “Now look here, ” I spoke up at last, “that’s going
too far.” “It’s not your decision to make.” Arjun said sharply.
“Nisha agreed to do what I wanted; well this is what I want.
What about you Nisha, you want to call an end to this?”
“No, ” Nisha replied as I went even paler, “I agreed
and I’ll see it through.” Unable to believe that Nisha was willing to prostitute
herself for this man I just stared at her, her eyes refused
to meet mine and I felt sick to the pit of my stomach at the
thought that I was no longer enough for her. Danny and Komilla
watched this by-play looking uncomfortable, when Arjun
linked his arm through Nisha’s and asked them if they
wanted to see the fun they declined. Ominously Arjun didn’t
ask me to join them; nevertheless I grabbed up my wife’s
remaining clothing and went after them, not even talking
to our hosts as I left. As I got into my car I saw Arjun deposit
Nisha in the front passenger seat of a BMW, I had my engine
going before he was behind the wheel and was right on their
tail as he pulled away. Then the BMW went roaring away well
over the speed limit, though I tried to keep up both my driving
skills and the car weren’t up to the challenge, sickened
I realised that Arjun had deliberately lost me. “Shit!” I swore meaningfully as I cruised along trying
to figure out where he had been headed. All I knew for sure was that Arjun was taking my wife to a regular
haunt for prostitutes; my problem was that I hadn’t the
first idea where that may have been. Then it came to me that
Danny or Komilla would know where he’d taken Nisha, especially
if Komilla had been through this too, so I quickly made my
way back to their place. “Ranjeet, ” Komilla greeted me when she opened the
door to my hammering on it, “what are you doing back here?”
“Trying to find out where that bastard has taken Nisha.”
I spoke sharply as I pushed past her into the hall. Danny appeared from the living room as I spoke, his face
flushed with embarrassment as I looked at him then at Komilla
. “Well, ” I snapped, “is one of you going to tell me.”
“Uh, look Ranjeet, ” Danny spoke hesitantly, “we
had no idea Arjun was going to, well, go this far in one night
…” “I don’t give a fuck about that right now, ” I cut
him off, “all I want to know is where they have gone.”
Komilla answered my question with directions to a local
business park explaining that it was near a club area and
the car parks were ideal for punters since the area was deserted
at night, apart from the whores. “I don’t think I want to see either of you again after
tonight, ” I commented as I headed for the door, “I
can’t speak for Nisha of course, but assuming we have
a marriage left after this I certainly hope she’ll feel
the same way.” With that I ran back to my car and headed for the location
Komilla had given me as fast as my car could go, thankfully
there were no police about as I ran red lights and speeded
the whole way. When I arrived at the place Komilla had said
Arjun was taking Nisha I couldn’t see Arjun ’s car or
my wife, although I did spot a number of other women who were
clearly touting for business. I cruised around the estate
ignoring the come-ons from the prostitutes until at last
I spotted Arjun’s car, it was parked well back from the
road outside an office block and Arjun was inside it smoking
a cigarette. Of my wife there was no sign and I could only
assume that she was already with a client somewhere, all
I could do was sit back anxiously and watch for her return.
Twenty minutes passed in which time two of the girls had
been picked up and another had been dropped off, but finally
Nisha got out of a car that then sped away leaving her at the
side of the road. My first instinct was to go over to her,
but then I wondered if I’d even be welcome, then the opportunity
was gone as another car pulled up beside my wife, she leant
down to talk to the driver then got into the car which drove
off. I was going to start the car and follow them when there
was a tap on the passenger window, surprised I looked over
at the woman peering in at me. Nervously I lowered the window.
“You looking for a good time honey or just looking?”
She asked with a wry sort of grin. “Uh, neither, ” I stammered and blushed, “I’m,
uh, just waiting for someone.” The woman looked around then quickly got into the car, I
looked at her in surprise wondering what to do next. “Don’t worry love, ” she said softly, “I don’t
bite, not unless you pay me to. I guess you’re waiting
for Arjun’s new tart to finish up.” All I could do was nodding an affirmative; she smiled though
the smile never touched her eyes. “Thought so.” She said with a sad tone in her voice “You’ll
have a long wait, Arjun makes sure the new girls are busy
all the time their first night. Try again tomorrow honey,
if you really want her, or you can try me out we’re from
the same stable.” My heart sank at her words, it seemed that Arjun was not only
a bastard he was a pimp and the way this woman was talking
my wife was going to be working for him on a regular basis.
Suddenly I began to wonder about the whole night’s events,
especially how fifteen minutes could have seemed like
an eternity. “Shit!” I swore making the woman jump in surprise.
“Those bastards set her up; Komilla was stopping the
bloody watch so Arjun would win!” “What are you taking about?” The whore asked. “Nothing that concerns you.” I answered. “Look
I don’t want company, I’m just going to wait until,
uh, and the new girl’s free.” “Suit yourself honey.” She answered brusquely and
got out of the car. Alone again I cursed myself for all sorts of an idiot for
not noticing the deception Komilla , Danny and Arjun had
pulled off, at the same time I wondered just how he expected
to keep my wife working for him. Over the next four hours
I watched as Nisha was picked up and dropped off by man after
man, in all there were twelve of them and by the time seven
arrived she looked exhausted. Right on the dot of seven
I watched Nisha make her way over to Arjun’s car, I got
out of my car, stretched the kinks out of my back and followed
her. She was in the car and talking with Arjun as I got into
earshot, neither of them noticed my approach. “Take me home, ” Nisha was saying to Arjun, “I’ve
done what you wanted and the time is up.” “Well now, ” Arjun smirked, “you certainly did
do what I wanted and I’ll thank you to pass over the money
you’ve earned.” “Now will you take me home?” Nisha said handing over
a thick wad of cash. “Soon.” Arjun laughed waving the cash. “You are
a right little earner Nisha, not bad for your first night.”
“First …” She gaped. “What the hell are you talking
about?” “I’m talking about you working for me” Arjun grinned,
“full time.” “No way!” Nisha snapped at him. “Now take me home
right this instant.” “Listen up slut, ” Arjun snapped grabbing her arm
roughly, “you work for me now; the alternative is to find
yourself up on charges for prostitution. A couple of those
guys you were with are cops and all I have to do is slip them
the wink and they’ll have you picked up, charged and splashed
all over the local rags so fast you won’t know what hit
you. Now let’s talk about this on the way.” I was so stunned by what I’d heard that Arjun had the engine
started and was moving away before I could even react. Shaking
off my stupor I ran back to my car and quickly made my way home,
surprised to find that I had arrived before them. Inside
I waited in the living room watching the street from behind
the net curtains my tension growing as time passed until
thirty minutes later I was fit to be tied. Then, at long last,
Arjun’s car stopped outside the house, a tired and disheveled
Nisha got out and as the car moved away she turned to face
the house. Moving away from the window I waited for my wife
to come in. “Ranjeet!” Nisha gasped in surprise as she saw me waiting
for her in the middle of the living room. “Have a good time?” I asked cruelly. Avoiding looking at me Nisha crossed the room to the sideboard,
poured herself a drink then went and sat on the sofa. “No, ” she answered after taking a sip at her drink,
“I didn’t. I’m surprised you had to ask.” “Well it’s hard to know” I commented making my way
to the sideboard, “after that display at the party. What
am I supposed to think when my wife is begging another man
to fuck her, especially when she later admits she likes
the way that man fucks her better than she does her husband.”
Drink in hand I turned to face my wife, she was frozen with
her glass half way to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock
and dismay at my words. Nisha lowered the glass to her lap
as tears trickled down her cheeks. “Ranjeet, ” she said softly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t
really know what I was saying; I was so high on sex. You must
know I didn’t mean any of that, I was just saying what he
wanted to hear.” “So you say, ” I sighed, “but after what I saw and
heard tonight I really don’t know what to think. Nisha,
I was stunned that you took up the challenge in the first
place; I know you were drunk, but I didn’t think you were
that far gone. After that I couldn’t believe the things
you did with Arjun and the others, then to add insult to injury
you went off whoring for him.” “But I …” she started to respond. “I hope that wasn’t going to be a denial of the whoring, ”
I interrupted her, “but despite Arjun making sure I couldn’t
follow you I did find you and I saw you being picked up and
dropped off time after time.” “You saw!” she gasped. “Oh God! Ranjeet, I don’t
know what it was that came over me, but I just couldn’t
seem to say no to him.” I had a sneaking suspicion that Komilla and Danny had done
more than fiddle with time-keeping, but that would have
to wait, right now I wanted, needed to know whether my wife
had agreed to work for Arjun as a whore. “And are you now working as his whore?” I asked then
went on as her face paled. “I heard part of your conversation
in the car before he brought you home.” “No, ” she said firmly, “I’m not working for him.
If you heard any of the conversation you know I’m going
to be arrested for prostitution, but I’d rather that
than do what that bastard wanted of me.” “Pity you couldn’t have had that attitude earlier
in the evening.” I commented. While we were talking I was also thinking about the events
of the night and being honest with myself I had found parts
of what had happened very much a turn on. Watching her being
played with by Arjun had been one of those turn on events,
as had seeing her being fucked by the man, although his deliberate
humiliation of me by getting my wife to comment on my sexual
prowess had not been. I remembered what Komilla had said
about what Arjun did to Nisha would make sex better between
us in the future and was forced to agree that she may have
had a point to a degree. Then I remembered what had been the
worst turn off of the night, watching Nisha fulfilling
the role of whore for Arjun , though again, in all honesty,
I was not sure whether it had been her playing the whore or
playing the whore for someone other than myself that made
it such a turn off. “Ranjeet, ” Nisha was saying, “I can’t change
what happened, nor can I explain why I acted such a slut for
Arjun , I certainly hadn’t wanted to when we started.
What I do know is that I love you and don’t want to lose you
because of this.” “Tell me Nisha, ” I frowned, “how would you feel
if it had been me doing all those things with, for example,
Komilla ?” “Mad as hell.” She sighed. “I’d be jealous and
hurt and probably wouldn’t want to talk to you at all.”
“And if I then professed to love you despite what you seen
me doing?” I asked. “I’d have doubts.” She confessed with fresh tears
rolling down her cheeks. “What are we … you going to
do Ranjeet?” I had been thinking about that myself, one thing was certain
I still loved my wife, the question was could I handle her
having been fucked by so many men at the whim of a man who it
later turned out had been trying to recruit her as a prostitute.
A stirring in my groin gave me an answer, yes I could handle
it, not only that I had learnt more about my wife’s sexuality
in that one night than in all the years we’d been together
and that was something I would certainly enjoy exploring
to the full. Looking at Nisha’s pale, tear stained face
I found myself thinking about setting her up for another
gang bang, perhaps even having her play the whore again.
Then I quickly cut off those lines of thought, I was making
plans for my wife that she would probably not enjoy or agree
to, but the thoughts persisted nevertheless. “What are we going to do?” I repeated her words with
a grin. “Well I for one am going to head for bed to get some
sleep.” “Sleep?” she stared at me in astonishment. “But
…” “Nisha, ” I smiled sitting down beside her on the sofa
and taking one of her hands in mine, “its confession time.
I found most of what happened last night a right turn on.
I don’t know about you, but I had never even fantasised
about you with other men while I watched, but last night
seems to have changed that.” Nisha’s eyes were widening as I spoke and not solely with
surprise while her hand tightened in mine. “Yes, ” I continued, “there were points where I
felt humiliated, disgusted and angry, but on the whole
I was aroused seeing you being used.” “Then you forgive me for letting it all happen?” Nisha
asked hopefully. “If there’s anything to forgive, ” I replied, “I
suspect that we were both set up by our so called friends.
I know you were pretty drunk, but I have this feeling that
at least one of your drinks held something other than booze
and that made you go along with whatever Arjun wanted you
to do in the end. All I know was I enjoyed seeing you so damned
hot.” “I see, ” Nisha said slowly, but a sparkle was coming
back to her eyes, “you liked seeing your wife acting the
slut and whore. Well I guess I have to be as honest with you
as you were with me, I surprised myself last night, I don’t
know if it was something slipped to me or just a me I didn’t
know about, but I enjoyed playing the slut. I’m not so
sure I liked being a whore for Arjun though, but I think that
was because I was being forced to do it by a man I was growing
to hate.” “So if I had you do those things …?” I asked with my
cock swelling in my pants. “Before tonight I would have told you what to do with yourself, ”
she replied with the first smile since she’d got home,
“but now I think I might like it, as long as I’m doing
it for and with you.” “Hmmm, ” I frowned, “there might be a problem there.
I discovered that the idea of sticking my cock into other
men’s sperm makes me feel physically sick.” “I think Arjun may have felt the same way, ” she chuckled,
“at least he always made sure he had first fuck at my holes,
you could do the same then sit back and watch me getting fucked
rotten.” Then she yawned, smiling I stood up, drew her to her feet
and took her upstairs where we showered together then climbed
into bed. Within minutes we were asleep, she too fucked
to do more and me too tired from tension to want her to. That night did change our lives and for the better, though
there were a tense couple of days as we waited for Arjun ’s
police friends to come calling, only it seemed that threat
had been a bluff. Sex between us just got better, especially
as I now knew that Nisha enjoyed being treated like a slut
occasionally, and not only did it get better it got more
frequent, way more frequent. As for Danny and Komilla ,
we eventually wormed the Komilla out of them, they had laced
three of Nisha’s drinks with a date drug Arjun had
provided, Komilla had indeed fiddled with the timing to
ensure that Nisha lost the challenge, after that we cut
all contact with the pair. I hear some of you wondering if
we ever arranged for Nisha to be gang banged again or to play
the whore, the answer is yes on both counts and maybe one
day the story of those events will be told.

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damn i couldnt let my wife be fucke dlike that