Den of Debauchery 06
'What do you think about it? You want it, don't you?' Swami said taking the letter back from me.
'Yes sir very much' I replied eagerly.
'Then you will have to earn it' MD said. I didn't understand what he meant.
My head was already reeling I said, 'I will do anything you want me to do to earn it.'
'Randy, I envy you, you are a very lucky guy' MD said, 'you are able to see Arti naked, fondle her shapely tits and fuck her choot every night. I bet her choot is quite a clipper.'
Nonplused I stared at him.
'Not to forget her firm ass sir. It is sooo beautiful' Swami drooled, 'Randy, I do hope you are making full use of her gaand by fucking it often.'
The conversation had taken quite a different turn. I did not appreciate the way they were talking about Arti but was scared that if I protest too loudly then I might lose my raise. 'Sir please you are talking about my wife' I protested mildly.
Changing the subject abruptly MD said, 'Randy I understand that your present accommodation is very cramped. How would you like to live, rent free, in a company flat on Harrison Road?
'M...me living on Harrison Road? The poshest locality of the city' I said excitedly, 'yes sir, yes sir I would love it.'
'Randy listen. Both the raise and the flat can be yours if you will only do MD a small favor' Swami said.
'M..me do MD a favor? If it is within my power then sir, I am prepared to do anything you command' I replied taking a big gulp.
'Swami fill up Randy's glass' MD said, 'Randy the truth is that since I saw your wife Arti the other night I have not been able to sleep. I just dream of her. I want you to deliver a willing Arti to me. If you do that then you will not only get the raise and the flat but I will help you in many other ways also.'
'To us sir' Swami corrected hastily.
'Yes to both of us' MD confirmed.
To put it mildly I was shocked beyond words. I picked up my glass and nearly emptied it in one go. 'God they had designs on my wife. They wanted to fuck her' I thought angrily and the visions that I had seen a few minutes earlier of rubbing shoulders with the elite of the city started to fade rapidly.
'WHAT ARE YOU SAYING SIR' I started loudly but scared finished in a whimper, 'y...you w...want to f...fuck m..my w...wife?'
'See sir I told you that Randy is an intelligent man. Yes Randy we want to fuck Arti, your wife' Swami said with a satanic smile.
'NO I CAN"T DO THAT' I shouted sobering up rapidly, 'She is conservative and old fashioned. She is God fearing and believes in the sanctity of marriage. She will never agree.
'We are also God fearing' Swami laughed.
'Randy, think with a cool mind. With the raise you can live in luxury and living on Harrison Road will make you one of the elite' MD advised.
Closing my eyes I thought, 'God what have I got myself into?'
The devil in me said, 'Randy don't hesitate. Say yes. So many women in the world cheat on their husbands but the husbands never find out because there is no change in their choot. Her cunt will remain the same and you can still enjoy her as before. Imagine living in the lap luxury on Harrison Road. I say go for it. SAY YES.'
My good angel advised, 'Don't listen to the Devil. He is trying to mislead you. You must not do it. Remember the husband wife relationship is sacred. Say no. Yes RANDY SAY NO.'
'Sir she will never consent. I know it' I replied hesitatingly.
'You said she is conservative and old fashioned. You are her husband and if you order her then she is bound to obey you' Swami reasoned logically.
Unconvinced I said, 'I don't know...'
Randy are you a man or a mouse?' Swami said aggressively.
'Swami, back off. Have you shown Randy the photos you have in your bag?' MD asked.
Swami threw a bunch of photographs in front of me. I was shocked to see them. They were dated pictures, before and after my marriage, of the three ladies and me in different poses of fucking. 'H..how did you get them? Who told you?' I asked confused.
'No one told me. I am the MD, it is my business to know what is going on in my company' MD replied smiling.
My mind was in turmoil. If Arti sees these snaps she would leave me. 'What are you going to do with them' I asked.
'This depends on you' MD said, 'okay here is the deal. You persuade Arti to let us have our will with her and you can have the raise, the flat and these pictures along with their negatives otherwise you don't get anything and these snaps will be delivered to your wife first thing in the morning. Now you decide.'
Here my resolve to earn the good things in life by hard work went for a six and my basic instinct of self-preservation and greed took over. 'Randy if you were to work hard for ten years then may be, just may be you might earn the offered salary but you will never be able to afford to live on Harrison Road, not in this life time at least. You are a persuasive man and you will surely be able to convince Arti to cooperate' reasoned my alcohol soaked mind.
Sitting up straight in the chair I said, 'Sir I will do it.'
'Bravo' shouted Swami excitedly, 'we knew that you will come around.'
'Randy are you sure you can to do it?' MD asked.
'Yes sir I am confident. Just tell me when and where?' I confirmed with false bravado.
With a sigh of relief, sticking his hand out the MD said, 'Okay Randy it is a deal. Let us close it with a handshake.' I grabbed his hand and shook it warmly.
'Now this is what we will do. Next Saturday at eight we both will come to your house, ostentatiously for drinks but will go on to enjoy your wife' MD said and with a smirk added, 'it will be more exciting to fuck Arti in her own bed than here in the hotel. Swami what do you think?'
'Great idea sir' Swami gushed, 'very nice touch.'
'Randy don't worry you will have minimal of expense. Swami will arrange for the drinks etc.' MD said.
When we were leaving MD said softly but with undisguised menace, 'Randy if you disappoint me then not only the pictures will reach your wife but I promise I will also fire you' then turning to Swami added, 'Swami, Randy is not fit to ride his motorbike. Better you drop him home. We don't want him to have an accident, do we? At least not at this juncture.'
Next morning when I got up I thought, 'God Randy you have landed your self in real big shit. There is no way out of it now. You will have to go through with it. But how was the million-dollar question?.'
'Darling what was your meeting about?' Arti asked interrupting my thoughts.
'She has given me an opening. Shall I tell her? I thought but failed to summon enough guts replied, 'Oh the same usual business things. Boring stuff.'
'You came home pretty late didn't you' she asked.
'Yes it went on and on. Another thing sweetheart before I forget, I have invited the MD and Mr. Swami for drinks on Saturday. They will be here at eight.'
'Why did you do that? You know I don't like them' Arti said making a face.
'Come on darling they are my bosses, we have to be nice to them' I replied.
'God this makes things even more difficult. She even hates their coming here. How will she consent to get in bed with them? Anyway today is only Monday there is ample time to tell her.'
On Thursday the drinks were delivered. 'What is this?' Arti said pointing to the carton containing two bottles of scotch and four large bottles of coke, 'your bosses think we can't afford to serve them drinks.'
'No darling it is not so. The scotch MD drinks is so expensive that it will burn such a big hole in our pocket that our finances would not be able to recover for weeks' I said laughing.
'But to send bottles of coke is the giddy limit. If they think that we can't even afford offering them coke then I think they should pay you more' Arti getting annoyed.
'They will my dear if you cooperate' I thought to myself but could not tell her.
Inclusion of coke had surprised me also and when I asked Swami about it he laughed, 'It is not the normal coke. To get the girl in the right frame of mind for our purpose, a friend of the MD bottles it especially for him. So make sure to use it only.' I found out later that in addition to normal coke it contained whisky and an aphrodisiac.
The whole week went by but I just couldn't tell Arti the real purpose of their visit. Leaving things in the able hands of God, I opened the door when they arrived at eight on Saturday evening. 'Welcome sir' I said.
'Namaste sir' Arti said with folded hands.
'Namaste Randy, Namaste Arti' MD reciprocated, 'Arti you are looking very pretty tonight.'
Arti, with her hair tied neatly in a bun behind her head and dressed in a sky blue sari with matching blouse, was really looking ravishingly beautiful
Blushing and with downcast eyes Arti said, 'Thank you sir. Come in and be seated. I will bring some snacks.'
'No hurry' Swami said, 'please join us.'
We all sat down. The MD and Swami sat on the three-seat sofa and we sat opposite them on the two single sofa chairs. Both MD and Swami kept staring at Arti's bosom. I could see that Arti was not feeling comfortable. Turning on some slow romantic music, I mixed drinks for the guests and myself.
'Arti won't you also join us in a drink' MD asked.
'No thank you sir. I don't drink alcoholic beverages' Arti replied politely, 'but I will take a coke.' I handed her a full glass of the special coke.
'Cheers' I said raising my glass, 'welcome to our humble abode sir.'
Arti took a couple of sips and said, 'I will get some snacks' leaving for the kitchen.
When she was out of earshot, Swami whispered anxiously, 'Randy have you told her? Has she agreed?'
'No I haven't but I will' I replied nervously.
'You know what will happen to you if you disappoint me' MD warned.
'I assure you that you will not be disappointed' I replied getting more jittery.
Just then Arti came in with a plate of kebabs. 'Try these sir I have made them myself' Arti said.
She bent low to offer the kebabs to them, her pallu (part of her sari draped over her breasts) slipped. As both her hands were occupied she could not stop it from falling to the floor. Ignoring the kebabs, both the MD and Swami tried to peer into her cleavage.
Seeing what they were doing Arti blushed and placing the plates on the table pulled her sari back into position.
'Oh it is so hot today' she murmured and dabbing her face with the pallu drained the coke in one large gulp.
We three stared at her to see the reaction. Her face flushed beads of perspiration formed on her forehead and she shook her head vigorously trying to clear the fog forming in it. 'Excuse me' she said I will join you in a minute' she said and walked towards the kitchen with unsteady steps.
Few minutes later we heard her calling, 'Randy can you come in here for a minute.'
When I entered the kitchen I saw her swaying slightly. 'Tell me Randy what is going on? What did you mix in the coke?' she asked looking at me with bloodshot eyes.
'You are imagining things. How could I mix something in the coke? You saw me open a fresh bottle in front of your own eyes?' I replied innocently.
'I know something is going on. I can feel it in my bones. Randy, place your hand on my head and swear that nothing is going on' she insisted.
It was time that she knew the truth I thought. 'Relax. There is no need to be so melodramatic' I said picking up enough courage, 'I will tell you everything. You remember I went to attend a company meeting last Sunday...
'Randy mujhe chukker aa rahe hain (God Randy I am feeling dizzy)' Arti said interrupting me, 'I am sure there was more than just coke in the glass' and leaned on the kitchen table to steady herself.
'Well, I promised to tell you everything then I might as well tell you that the coke was spiked with whisky' I said. I did not mention the aphrodisiac, as it was not necessary.
'But how? I saw you open a fresh bottle in front of my own eyes' Arti asked incredulously.
'The whisky was mixed while it was bottled' I replied, 'Swami told me that a friend of the MD, who owns a bottling plant, bottles it specially for him'.
'Bastard. The filthy bastard' Arti said, 'what were you saying before I interrupted you'.
'As I was saying, you know that on Sunday I went to attend a company meeting. On reaching the venue I found out that there was no meeting. The MD and Swami wanted to talk to me alone. First they plied me with drinks and then waved a letter, sanctioning me a considerable raise, under my nose. The raise was so large that I had visions of living in luxury for the rest of our lives'.
'Randy do you want this raise?' they asked.
'Of course I want it' I told them.
'You will have to earn it' they said.
'I was so keen to get the raise that I promised to do anything they desired'. Now they came out with the real purpose of the so-called meeting.
The MD said, 'Randy your wife Arti is so beautiful. I can't get her out of my mind. I want to enjoy her sexy body and your job is to convince her to cooperate. If you can do that, then this raise is yours'
'And like a stupid idiot you agreed?' Arti said in a sad tone.
'Of course not. I refused and protested strongly at their unwarranted behavior' I lied smoothly.
'Phir kya hua? (What happened then?)' Arti inquired.
'When they saw that I was not going to agree they changed the subject and forced me to drink more. Later to sweeten the deal they dangled a rent-free, fully furnished company flat on Harrison Road in front of my eyes. Imagine Arti us living on Harrison Road, the most posh area of the city' I said enthusiastically.
'This offer bowled you over and you agreed to hand your legally wedded wife to them for their pleasure' Arti said with tears in her eyes.
'No Arti, do you think that I am like that. You seem to have very little faith in your husband. No sir, I remained adamant and told him to stuff the carrots he was dangling in front of me up their ass and forget about fucking you. But they were not finished yet' I said.
'Now what more did they bribe you with' Arti said wiping away her tears.
I saw Arti rubbing her choot vigorously. 'What is the matter with you?' I asked. I knew that the aphrodisiac was taking effect.
'I don't know. My choot is itching like hell. It has never itched like this before' Arti replied distressed.
Suppressing a smile I said, 'Maybe it is the effect of the alcohol in the coke. You had it for the first time. Don't worry it will pass'.
'Yes I suppose so' Arti said still scratching her cunt, 'what were you saying? Sorry I interrupted you again?'
'They then threatened me with prison' I lied, 'they said that if I don't do as they say then they will have me arrested for embezzling company's money and send me to jail'.
'I am sure they were bluffing' Arti replied scornfully.
'No, no it was not a bluff. I had heard a story earlier that they did the same thing to a female employee, who did not let them have their will with her. The poor thing is still in jail' I explained.
There was no need to tell her about their blackmailing me with the compromising photographs I thought.
'Phir tum maan gaye aur unhain mujhe chodene ke liye yahan bula liya (Then you agreed and invited them here to fuck me)' Arti said getting annoyed.
'Yes Arti I agreed. What should I have done? I didn't want to go to jail. Arti please cooperate. Otherwise they will send me to jail' I begged.
'No I will not do it. I am your wife, not a whore?' Arti replied getting angry.
This was not working so I decided to change tactics. 'Yes, you have to do it. As you said you are my wife and as my wife you must obey me. Remember your marriage vows' I said sternly.
'Don't remind me of my marriage vows you weakling. Remember your own vows for a change. You promised to protect me from all evil and here you are throwing me to these dogs to satisfy their lust for my body' she said looking at me with lewd eyes.
'God instead of subsiding it is getting worse' she said raising her sari and scratching her cunt through her panties.
Her face was flushed and she was breathing harder. I had never seen her like this ever before. She was getting horny. 'Ah the aphrodisiac has taken over' I thought smiling to myself.
'If this is your final answer then be prepared to explain to the world that you were responsible for sending me to jail. Okay I will go in, tell them, and take my medicine like a man' I said but made no effort to do so, as I wanted the aphrodisiac to take a firmer grip on her.
'Wait. This reminds me of another of my marriage vows. I had also promised that I will not do or say anything that might harm my husband' she said with open lust in her eyes, 'I will do it. You want me to be a whore? Then I will be a whore. I will give these two bastards the time of their lives. But Randy remember one thing, I will never forget what you are forcing me to do' undoing the top buttons of her blouse.
'What can she do? It is nothing but an empty threat. She will soon get over it' I said to myself. Grinning I said aloud, 'I will go in and tell them that you are ready to cooperate'.
'No you won't. I will tell them myself. Now go. I will join you in five minutes' she said and pushed me out of the kitchen.
Happy at my success in persuading her I entered the room and grinning broadly gave them the thumbs up sign. They heaved a sigh of relief and pressed their cocks happily. Swami wanted to say something but I quickly motioned him to remain silent. They were getting impatient. Squeezing his hard on the MD pointed to his watch and with a gesture inquired how long, silently mouthing the words "when will she come". I replied by raising my hand and mouthed back "five minutes".
The time seemed to stand still. These five minutes were like five years. Precisely five minutes later Arti entered. Her long hair was no longer done up in a bun but was open and her eyes were red. Apparently she had been crying. For a moment she swayed but then collecting herself she walked to her chair with measured steps.
As she sat down, she let her pallu slide to the floor. Both the MD and Swami literally jumped out of their seats and tried to peek into her partly open blouse. Ignoring them, Arti filled her glass with coke and in one long draught emptied it.
Then looking them in the eye said, 'Achcha aaj tum dono haraami mujhe chodene ke liye aaye ho. Main tayyar hoon. Ab der kiss baat ki? Shuru ho jao (So today you bastards have come here to fuck me. I am ready. What is the delay? Get started)'.
Shocked at her brazenness both my bosses gasped in amazement. I was also taken by surprise. I did not expect her to be so direct. This promised to be real good and I settled down more comfortably to enjoy it. The MD jumped up from his seat and pulling Arti to her feet embraced her tightly. While kissing her face wildly he pressed her ass against his hard on with both his hands. They swayed in rhythm of the music as I turned up the volume.
At first Arti tried to avoid MD's kisses but a few minutes later she grabbed MD's head and pulled his lips down on hers. For a long time they kissed passionately. Initially I felt pangs of jealousy but I drove the thoughts out of my mind thinking of all I was getting in exchange for her choot.
'God I can't wait' Swami said loudly and caught Arti's boobs from the rear and rubbing his hardness in between the divide of her ass, kissed the exposed portion of her neck and back. Moaning loudly all three moved in step to the music with Arti's pallu trailing after them on the floor.
As they came near me I pushed my fingers in the waistband of Arti's petticoat and locating the knot of the string tying her petticoat pulled it open. Her sari along with the petticoat fell to the floor. In the meanwhile the experienced Swami, while kneading Arti's boobs, had undone the buttons of her blouse and pushed up the bra exposing her shapely tits.
Both the men were highly excited. They dropped their trousers and stepped out of their drawers. MD's cock was big but not as large as Swami's. I noted with satisfaction that Swami's cock was smaller than my lund. I quickly hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and in one swift movement pulling it down, helped her to step out of it.