Misc. Erotica Donor Uncle in Apartment

"Yes Sir, I accept fully," he replied.

The next week would be utter torture and humiliation for Santosh, he thought.

When Santosh was away, and working in bank, one of the employees of bank came, and asked Santosh, "Hiiii, Santosh, it seems Pawan Sir has taken leave for two weeks. What happened to him? Is he sick or gone to his native place?"

"Two weeks or one week," santosh asked in an unbelievable and bewildered eyes.

The employee replied, "It is two weeks leave confirmed and approved by Head Office. I have seen the copy of fax lying on Sir's desk in his cabin."

Santosh got stunned and felt everything was reeling around him for a moment.

His mind was on what Pawan Kumar might be doing to his wife and niece. He was more concerned,particularly towards his niece Urmi,the simple and innocent kid girl of 18 years from village who was so ignorant about sex,and what Pawan Kumar might be doing with his huge cock to her...pity on her,and it kept him hard all day.

Santosh would often arrive home where he would find his wife and niece naked, in bed, serving her master,Pawan Kumar. Sometimes Pawan Kumar would make him watch as Urmi knelt in front of Pawan Kumar and sucked him to hardness, afterwards, he would make Santosh put his cock inside his niece and make him watch their fuck. Urmi and Pawan Kumar were like a freshly married couple on their honeymoon. Pawan Kumar didn't care where Santosh was. He loved to grope Urmi all the time and play with her tits and her gyrating buttocks. Sometimes, Pawan Kumar would arrange threesome fucking with Paro and Urmi ,and during this time of their lovemaking, they would call Santosh and have him masturbate to the sight of their kissing, sucking and fucking.

Then they would laugh at his tiny manhood as he would shot his sperm on the floor. Then they would have him clean up, of course. There was another rule,Santosh would be sleeping on the floor of drawing room,but not on cleaned bedsheet. Santosh would use the cum stained bedsheet of theirs. During this two weeks,the three of them made a rule that on waking up in morning,Paro and Urmi would release their first morning pee inside the mouth of Santosh. Santosh would be squatting down on the floor of bathroom,waiting for them to enter,and after consuming their pee up to his satisfaction ,Santosh would use the remaining pee of their for his face washing.

Pawan Kumar had already made a telephone call to Manasi,and informed her that due to some urgent work,he would be out of station for two weeks.

During this two weeks,he fucked Urmi randomly day and night. He had made her boobs larger and heavy,made her pussy widened,and she had a wider ass than before due to repeated fucking of Pawan Kumar. With full satisfaction in his life for the first time,and before his retirement,Pawan Kumar resumed his duty in Bank after two weeks. The employees of Bank found him in more energy and vigourness.

It was from the ages, from the starting of our civilization that a rich and aristocratic person would always treat the common people as poorer and lowest to his or her status. He would feel the class differences always. But in modern times, although that stigma reduced to some extent because of advent of new classes of people who were educated and intelligentsia, their education had lifted them, and made them economically stronger. On the other hand, the old aristocracy of birth and inheritance was being replaced by this new one of wealth and economic power. The intensely class-conscious long-established aristocracy were replaced by these people.

So, now a days there existed only two classes of people in our society, one economically stronger, and others who were not economically stronger due to their poor education or no education at all, and ultimately, they had no option but to do lower job of the society. Now, this so called economically lifted classes regarded themselves rich to these down trodden classes, and looked down them, regarded them as degenerates because they were inferior to them. This was the characteristics of maximum people belonging to economically strong class. A person belonging to this class of economically stronger like Pawan Kumar with power and influence over poor used to develop a sexual interest in women belonging to poor class, wanted to dominate their husbands as he was more powerful than them economically and socially.

Pawan Kumar had already tried this aspect with Santosh and his family, even with Savita, the sweeper of the Bank. Although Pawan Kumar had this characteristic, on the contrary he was not a social evil person at all. He was a kind hearted person, helping them financially. The only evil with him was he wanted to fuck different women and girls from various classes of the society. He wanted sexual thrills, sexual fantasies, and impulses toward the people lower to him.

Someone like Pawan Kumar would more likely to want to be sexual with a poor, and more likely to choose to act on his fantasies and impulses. He wanted to manipulate them. He had fucked so many beautiful women, young virgin girls, but it might be a bizarre thought of him that he also wanted to fuck ugly, nasty, dirty slum women. Because of this bizarre thought only, he fucked Savita, the ugly, black colored slum woman, Savita who was a sweeper, and doing dirty cleaning job of toilets in his bank.

It was a busy day in bank as Auditors from Head office had come to Bank. The Audit work was going on in bank. The Auditors were inspecting all ledgers, records, and files of bank.

Pawan Kumar was in his cabin, and supervising everything from there. Then Savita entered in his cabin, and greeted him. He had not fucked her quite a longtime. The sweeper woman was standing in front of him with a seductive smile. Her poke marked black face was glistening with preparation. Her big boobs were swelling out from her pallu. Pawan Kumar got a hard one. Inspite of fucking a beautiful virgin girl, Urmi for two weeks, he was still attracted towards this ugly slum woman.

"Sahib, I heard that you are going to be retired after few months, I am very unhappy. After your leaving, who will pay attention to poor woman like me? Who will take care of me? Who will help me? Nobody takes care of lower-class woman like us. You are only exception," said Savita in a remorse voice.

"Don't worry, I am not retiring now, another 7-8 months are left. Before my retirement, I will leave you a good amount of money so that you can educate yours kids properly," said Pawan Kumar smilingly.

"Sahib, another request from me. Before you retire, please sanction a cash loan of Rs.20,000/-, and a new Rickshaw for my husband. I have already briefed you everything about my husband," said Savita.

"Done, anything else you want? I can do anything for you, dear Savita," assured Pawan Kumar.

"One thing more, I am missing your big thing. My well is dry, no water," she said shyly.

Pawan Kumar glanced towards her in lust, "Savita, I am also missing your wide cunt, and big boobs. I want to fuck you, but I can't fuck you in the record room of bank as Auditors are working there."

He continued, "Savita, I have never fucked you peacefully. Sometimes in record room, sometimes inside toilet with a fear to be seen or caught by somebody. I want to fuck you whole night somewhere peacefully," said Pawan Kumar.

"Sir, I invite you to my hut in slum. Why don't you come to my hut in coming weekend on Saturday and spend a night?" said Savita, then she remained silent, "Sorry! Sir, just out of emotion, I invited you. I know big people like you cannot step in slum area. It would appear very indecent."

"No...no Savita, you know me very well that I don't believe in difference of classes, otherwise I would not have fucked you. Before my retirement, I also wanted to spend a night in slum. I assure you that definitely in coming Saturday evening, I will visit your hut, and will spend a night. But what's about your husband?" asked Pawan Kumar.

Savita told him not to worry about her husband, and briefed him everything about her plan.

It was evening on Saturday when Pawan Kumar reached the place, the address of which was given to him by Savita. He got down from city bus,it was a place around 3 k.m. before reaching Howrah Bridge. Savita had told him that her husband would be waiting for him with rickshaw to take him to her hut. He closely watched the area,the slum area had started from here,and a narrow road had been stretched towards interior of the slum,and he wondered only god could know where it ended.

He didn't have anything on him except an overnight bag with a change of clothes and also a bag containing some gifts for Savita,and a whisky bottle. He started to look for the rickshaw and Savita's husband. There were a couple of empty ones; one rickshaw puller saw him, and approached.

"Sahib, where do you want to go?

He looked at him; he was an old man, probably fifty or fifty five. He was short, and thin, with a scraggly white beard; but he looked fit enough to pull the rickshaw. Pawan Kumar gave him the name of slum area given to him by Savita, and a smile appeared on his face.

"If I am not wrong, Are you Pawan Sahib?"

"Yes,I am," he said,

"Sahib,I am Shyamlaal,Savita's husband," said he, "Please,sit on the rickshaw."

" That side is my slum, we live there. It's only 25 minutes away. Let me take you there,"said he as he pulled the rickshaw.

He pulled the rickshaw through narrow lane between two long, wide, and open surface drains where city's effluents were being outlet to river Hooghly. The dirty stagnant water, clogged drains, narrow lanes, cramped houses and heaps of garbage welcomed him. The road was bumpy, There were lots of pot-holes and the road was too narrow. There were thick clusters of small, dilapidated mud huts, the roofs and ceilings of which were made of scraps of wood, gunny sacks, metal or some sort of waste material in both sides of drains. The houses there were like tents, and not so steady ones.

Pawan Kumar had never visited such areas ever in his life. There was no street lights,everywhere there was darkness. The lights from small lamps inside the huts of slum could be seen. Pawan Kumar could see people sitting in lines above the drains for open latrines. Both the side of this narrow road were full of garbages,plastic bottles and piles of polythens. The road was dirty and filled with plastic bags, it was stinking and half of the road was a gutter. The sewage water stagnated in open surface main drains, were emitting such a bad and stench smell that Pawan Kumar wanted to vomit, but with much difficulties, he restrained himself, and put his handkerchief in his nostrils. He could see the inhabitants moving and passing near their rickshaw, they wore torn up clothes and the women there were really weak... no food, no home, no money. It was so horrible there that he thought he could hardly stay for 3 minutes more. The smell was so bad that there were flies all over the place.

Then he thought,whether it was a mistake on his part to come here,but it was a decision of his only,no one had compelled him to come here,he only wanted to have an experience of slum life. He cursed himself. Now,he felt as if he was also among them,a slum dweller.

Shyamlaal pulled on and on the rickshaw until they were standing in front of a hut, they reached the hut of Savita. Shyamlaal was tired and wheezing when he stopped in front of his hut. Pawan Kumar got down from the Rickshaw.

"Sahib!" Suddenly a shout of delight rang through the air as Savita opened the door and spotted him. She straight away ran past her husband, and enveloped him in a bear hug. His face was crushed against her boobs as she held her head in her hands, and sloppily kissed his cheeks without being noticed by her husband. Savita ushered him inside. "Come, come, Sahib, come on inside!" She gave him a little bow and invited him into her house.

"Jee!"(Indian wife addresses her husband as jee) her tone changed to a command one as she turned to her husband. "Get Sahib's bag and bring it in. Don't just stand there!"

"Yes, dear." Pawan Kumar noticed her husband meekly responded. Shyam laal picked up his overnight bag and they followed Savita into her abode. Pawan Kumar kept his eyes on her shapely buns, and noticed to his delight that her sari had ridden up her ass crack.

It was a small hut, poorly constructed, made of mud and had a thatched straw roof. Inside were probably just three rooms — a main room to receive guests and a bedroom for the couple, and another room. A small kitchen was adjacent to the hut. Like all village houses, the bathroom was a little bit of walk away, in a stall by itself.

It was a very simple dwelling. It was clear that Shyamlaal did not make much as a rickshaw puller, and Pawan Kumar noticed several gifts from him to Savita,such as curtains and a television set ,and few furnitures,adorning the hut. They sat down on some raised cushions, set on a mat on the floor in the living room. A small partition separated the "bedroom" from the "living room".

Two sons of Savita(They were actually sons of Pawan Kumar) came,and touched his feet. Pawan Kumar blessed them,and presented them two big boxes of chocolates and sweets. He wondered,how these two kids had a striking resemblance with him.

Then Pawan Kumar noticed her firm fat figure, her big butts and her ample bosom. With age, her face seemed to have become even more beautiful, though Savita still retained the plump squeezable cheeks. Her breasts were still round, sharp, shapely, and of course huge. Her buttocks seemed to have become even bigger, more fleshy, firmer and absolutely delightful.

She was dressed in a simple cotton sari, worn in the way, clasped to one side exposing her big belly and the navel, with her blouse too small in size, barely able to contain the big melons hiding beneath. Though the pallu of her sari covered her chest, due to their large size, Pawan Kumar could see her jugs protruding and juggling beneath her pallu as she bounced about in greeting him.

In the mean time,her husband went outside to park the ricshaw in suitable place.

"Oh, Sahib! Smooch! Smooch! It's really you. Smooch! Smooch! Oh my goodness, I never thought that you would visit my house. "Smooch! Smooch!" She covered his face with wet kisses and pressed his lips to her chest. Pawan Kumar drunk in her smell and sweat in ecstasy as he too hugged her back, wrapping his hands around her waist and giving her butts a squeeze.

Mmm! Her boobs smelled lovely. Pawan Kumar drew his head back, giving her a big smile, and then kissed her a big sloppy kiss on each of her cheeks, before giving her ass a pinch. She squealed in delight. Pawan Kumar noticed that her husband remained standing on the door steps, silently watching and saying nothing as he now openly groped his wife.

"I am here for only tonight just to honour your request," Pawan Kumar said.

"Oh, Sahib, we are honoured for your staying here tonight! " Savita obliged, jumping forward and clasping his hand, "I don't have much, but I will treat you like a king."

Pawan Kumar looked around the small place. "But where will I sleep?"he asked Savita.

Savita turned around to look at her husband, "Jee! Sahib needs to sleep comfortably. So he and I will sleep on the bed in the bedroom. You will get your stuff and sleep here on the floor in this room. So take his overnight bag and put it in our bedroom, and put your clothes out here.

Shyamlaal started to say something but one glare from Savita shut him up. Instead, he timidly replied, "Of course dear."

Wow, Pawan Kumar thought, he must be dreaming. Here was Savita informing her husband that he would be sleeping on the floor of his own house, while his buxom wife would be sleeping with him, in his house, on his marital bed, right in the next room, and he was accepting it. And what did Savita have in mind? Pawan Kumar looked at the thin straw partition, separating the bedroom from this room. The bedroom wasn't even a different room, just another space behind the partition. There was no door. You would be able to hear everything that went on inside the room. Ohh...god it was an open invitation infront of her husband.

Pawan Kumar felt Savita give his arm another squeeze, and she winked again, before standing up.

Pawan Kumar asked himself what happened to him. What has gone wrong with him in this month. Why God is creating situations for him to handle all cuckold husbands of this world. Two weeks before,he was handling the cuckold situation at Santosh's house,and now he would handle at Savita's household. He was now sure that Savita's husband was also a cuckold. Ohhh...my god this month could be called as 'Cuckolds Month'.

Then Pawan Kumar got excited when he thought he would also create the same situation here which was created in the house hold of Santosh.

"Jee, where are your manners? You have a guest, we have to give him food and drinks. Get up!" She nudged her husband with a foot, who immediately got up and obediently picked up Pawan Kumar's bag to place on their bed, before going to the kitchen.

"Sahib," Savita turned to Pawan Kumar and beamed him a lascivious smile, "Would you like to change?"

"Yes, I would," Pawan Kumar answered, "I have a set of clothes in this bag." he stood up too.

"Please go to our room and change your clothes, Sahib. It's your house now, please feel free. And Sahib," Savita slightly bent forward so he could stare down at her ample cleavage. "Feel free to use anything in this house, Sahib. Anything. All we have here is yours to use."

As she said "anything" he saw Savita grab her left boob through her blouse and give her nipple a slight tweak. She stuck out a tongue, winked at him and licked her lips seductively, before disappearing into the kitchen. Damn! Merely ten minutes after meeting Savita, and he already had a huge hard on.

Pawan Kumar walked into the bedroom. In fact, it wasn't really a room, just a bed behind a partition. There was a small wardrobe, an old dressing table whose colours were faded with age, on top of which was placed some simple jewellery. A mirror was taped to the wall on one side of the bed. If one would sit down on the bed and would look into the mirror, one could see the partition reflected. He could even see into the kitchen when he looked hard enough into the mirror, where Savita was busy preparing dinner.

His bag was on the bed. Pawan Kumar opened it and changed into a T-shirt and a pair of soft, cotton shorts. Tired from his trip, he sat down on the bed. It creaked! he looked at it in alarm, but it was OK. The noise was merely from old joints and a really old mattress with springs that were past their sell by age. Every move on the bed made the springs creak.

"Did you find everything alright?" he saw Savita standing at the entrance to the room, a spatula in her hand, "I am making some kebabs (one of the cooked meat dishes) for you."

"Yes," he replied, "Savita, I need to pee. If you can tell me where the bathroom is ..."

"I will show you. Give me a minute," She disappeared into the kitchen, probably to return the spatula to its proper place, and reappeared with a small torch in her hand, "Come," She grabbed his hand, "let's go to the bathroom."

They stepped out from the backdoor. It was now quite dark. It was a full moon night, but the moon wasn't out yet. As in any slum hut, the latrine was a few yards away behind the hut above the drain. It was just a commode surrounded by four walls of cardboard and broken wood pieces, and open to the sky. Savita lit the torch and led the way, his hands clasped in hers.

"Here," She opened the door and pointed at the toilet. "Sahib, there is no light here, so I will have to stand here with the torch, with the door open. You don't mind peeing from your that big thing in front of me, do you?" She grinned.

A few minutes later all of them sat down again on the floor, on top of some mats, for dinner. He noticed Shamlaal was "setting the table", placing the dishes on the ground on the mats and bringing out the spoons.

Pawan Kumar said, "Savita,before dinner,I would like to take some pegs of whisky,I think you don't mind."

"Not at all Sahib," she said, "Even,I was apprehending this,so I have arranged fried peanuts and Apples,the food items to be taken along with your drinks."

"Wonderful!" exclaimed Pawan Kumar, "I had no idea that you are so witty. But,I need some company. Could your husband give me a company?"

Hearing this,Shyamlaal was so happy and pleased that his mouth was filled up with saliva. He was like a cat allowed to take cream. But,he was afraid of his wife,and glanced towards her.

"OK,Jee," she turned towards her husband, "You have to give company to Sahib as he is our guest,but I would not allow you to take more than three pegs."

"Shyamlaal,go and pick out the whisky bottle from my bag,and prepare the pegs," ordered Pawan Kumar.

In the mean time,Savita arranged fried peanuts and slices of apple in a plate.

After finishing the drink party,everyone sat for dinner. Dinner was some vegetable curry, Roti(It is a round flatbread native to the Indian subcontinent made from stoneground wholemeal flour, traditionally known as Atta) Egg Tadka(An Indian dish of"tempering." ),and Kebab(cooked meat dishes).

"Oh thank you, Savita." he grabbed a couple of the kebabs, "Shyamlaal, why don't you have some as well?"

Pawan Kumar noticed Shyamlaal glanced at Savita, who shook her head.

"No, sahib, they are for you," he smiled nervously and lied, "I don't eat meat at night."

"Here," Savita served him more kebabs . Pawan Kumar realized by now that Savita, while commanding her husband around, never took his name, like any respectful Indian wife, instead referring to him as 'Jee'.

"I am sending my husband to the market tomorrow morning for foodstuff." Narges told him. "Is there anything I should get especially for your break fast and lunch?"

Shyam laal turned to his wife, "But, dear," He started hesitantly, "I ... I ... I have to work tomorrow. You know with the debt and all..."

"Listen Jee," Savita almost hissed at him. "Whether you go to work tomorrow is not for you to decide! My master is here, and as long as he is here we have to take care of him completely! We have to make his stay completely satisfactory! You are to be at sahib's order and like an attendant from now on."

"Yes, dear." Poor Shyam laal said.

"Enough food for you tonight." Savita grabbed his plate which still had half a roti on it, "Go get me some pen and paper. I want to make a list."

"Yes dear." Shyamlaal stood up, washed his hands in the kitchen while Pawan Kumar ate his roti. Pawan Kumar felt bad for him, as he came back with some pen and paper, while he was finishing off the kebabs.

"Good thing he studied till Grade 7," Savita told Pawan Kumar, while putting some more roties and kebabs on his plate, as her husband stood to one side like a faithful dog, "At least he can read, that is good for something."

Pawan Kumar searched in the pocket of his shorts and found some money. He gave it to Shyamlaal, "for tomorrow", he told him. His eyes bulged; this was more money than he made in a week. Immediately, Pawan Kumar noticed his attitude to the whole situation suddenly became less grumpy.

"What a lackey," he thought, "I am going to spend the night with your wife on your bed, and the sight of my pocket change makes you happy."

Savita made a list, and he added some more items to it, and she gave it to Shyamlaal.

"Sahib and I will probably not go to sleep until late at night," She informed her husband, making his dick rise in anticipation as to "what" they would be doing until they would go for sleep, "So we may wake up late tomorrow. You are to wake up early, cut the vegetables and onions so we can make our breakfast when we wake up. And then you will go to the market to get this list. Go early so you get the best stuff."

"Yes dear." Shyamlaal promised her, "I would go very early."

"Good, now clear these dishes," she said to her husband, "Sahib," Savita giggled as she called Pawan Kumar, "Come this way and you can wash up."

Soon, Pawan Kumar was ready for bed. He saw Shyamlaal in the bedroom and followed him there. He was picking up a blanket from the cupboard and then his pillow.

"How will I sleep without a pillow?" Pawan Kumar told him. "There will only be one pillow left. Surely you don't want me to share the pillow with your wife?" Pawan Kumar asked him with a grin.

"Of course not, sahib." He croaked, dropping the pillow back on the bed that he would soon be sharing with his wife, "I will find some clothes to pack into a 'pillow' for me."

"Shyamlaal," Pawan Kumar instructed him as he was about to leave. "Why don't you get my overnight bag. There's a packet there. I have some gifts for your wife."

Dutifully Shyamlaal took out a polythene packet from his bag.

"Why don't you take the items out and put it on the bed?" Pawan Kumar told him, "It's a few items I picked up for your wife."

"Yes of course, sahib." He was the ever dutiful servant and host.

Pawan Kumar continued to watch, laughing silently. Shyamlaal hesitated as he picked out a pink brassiere from the bag and put it on the bed. Then he brought out satin lingerie and it too went on the bed. He continued to empty another couple of bras and then a few panties on the bed from the bag.

"What do you think?" I picked up one of the bras and held it out. "Do you think it will fit her?"

"I... I... I think so," Shyamlaal stammered, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Pawan Kumar stretched out the bra, "Do you think it's too large, Shyamlaal? No ... I don't think so. Your wife does have large boobs, right?"

"I... I... yes, sahib."he stammered.

Pawan Kumar enjoyed his discomfort, and picked up a panty.

"What about this Shyamlaal? Do you think her butts will fit into these?"he asked.

"Y... yes, sahib," Fateh was now sweating. Pawan Kumar noticed he had developed a bulge in his lungi.

So, his guess was right — he was a pervert who enjoyed the thought of his wife with another man. Or at least another man talking about his wife's big boobs and butts.

"Hmm," he picked up another bra. "This should go well in contrast with her skin complexion, what do you think? She is a little dark around the nipple..."

What Shyamlaal thought he couldn't know, as he was saved from answering by Savita squealing in delight as she entered the room and saw the expensive underwears.

"Oh, Sahib! These are for me, oh thank you! " Savita hugged and kissed his cheeks, "These look great!" She dropped her pallu and her sari soon fell on the floor, so she was just dressed in a blouse and petticoat, her belly and navel exposed for all to see. Shyamlaal gulped as Savita picked up the bra and held it on top of her blouse.

"Oh, it fits perfectly! Thank you Sahib!" She kissed him again, and then, with her arms around him, turned to her husband,

"Learn from him, Jee! he knows how to give proper gifts to a woman! When was the last time you bought me something nice like this?"

"I am sorry dear..." Shyamlaal started to say something, but Savita would not hear it.

"Get out!" She ordered her husband out of their bedroom, "My sahib and I want to sleep now. Go!"

Shyamlaal left the room to make his bed on the other side of the partition.

Then she turned off the light. The room was suddenly dark, but not completely. The moon had risen now, and casted a soft white glow inside the room. Pawan Kumar could clearly see and make out objects close to him.

Pawan Kumar jumped into the bed on one side and waited. Savita plugged in a night lamp. It casted a small soft blue glow, enabling him to see Savita's beautiful plump figure as she came to the bed and climbed in. They both lay facing each other, smiling.

"You look beautiful," he told her, and moved forward and kissed her on her lips.

"Thank you," Savita beamed.

They kissed again, this time hugging each other tightly and he felt her tongue probe deep inside him.

"Savita," he whispered, "What about Shyamlaal? He is right next door, and can hear everything!" he spoke softly so as not to be overheard.

"Oh, don't worry about him," Savita informed him, as her hands gently stroked his cheek, "Pretend, he is not here in this house. My husband will not dare set foot in this room now, sahib."

This was said quite loudly, and Pawan Kumar was sure Shyamlaal heard it. He looked at Savita's body, now bathed in the moonlight. Her hair was loose, and lying across her breasts. Her face was a little sweaty from the work she had done in the kitchen, and she hadn't taken a bath before lying down for the night. The pallu had gone to one side and her right breast was protruding from under her white blouse. He stared at her tits and her round figure. Her smell was intoxicating him.

"Oh my sexy goddess, I want to make love to you." he told her.

"Sahib," she replied, "Don't make love to me. Fuck me."

That did it. Pawan Kumar pulled away her pallu, un-hooked the blouse, and pushed her white bra up to expose her large round breasts, the big black areolas standing erect. He played with the right breast, squeezing and pinching it, rotating the nipple between his thumb and fingers, then sucked on it.

"Mmm...mmmm..." Savita began to moan loudly.

Pawan Kumar threw his arms around her, and again kissed her deeply; she responded by hugging him around his neck and offering him her tongue to suck. Her unwashed body was emitting sweaty smell and was highly intoxicating. He had to fight to control himself to not cum. He kissed and licked her poke marked face, eyes, lips, nose, nibbling her earlobes and biting her neck. He unclipped her bra completely and made free of her heavy breasts, pinching, biting and sucking on them.

Savita was now moaning loudly, completely lost in throes of passion. As Pawan Kumar suckled her boob, a movement in the mirror caught his eye. He grinned. There was a small hole in the partition, and he could see Shyamlaal hiding himself in the shadows, watching him enjoy his wife, with his dick out. Wanker! he decided they should put on a show for his benefit.

"You," he decided to be bold, and took a chance, in a commanding voice, he ordered Savita, "Stand up and lift up your petticoat and show me what colour panties you are wearing."

The bed creaked as Savita got off and lifted her petticoat to her waist, revealing her smooth chubby dark brown thighs and black panty, which had a damp wet patch on the front. Pawan Kumar asked her to turn around and kneel on the floor and lower the panty over her bottom, with the pettycoat rucked up over her back.

He marveled at Savita's voluptuous buttocks, and told her to pull her cheeks apart and show him her black hairy cunt and anus. She looked back at him, smiling. His dreams were being realized, finally! Here was the object of his fantasy, the wife of another man, revealing her inner most secrets to him, ready to submit to him, the ultimate submission, and completely enjoying herself while being so wanton. He told her to stand again as he stripped her, pulling off the petticoat, blouse, and black panty. Savita now stood in front of him completely naked and vulnerable; He embraced her pushing his crotch against her naked vagina, caressing and squeezing her arse cheeks.

Pawan Kumar undressed himself completely. He was always proud of his big dick, and he was now rock hard, with veins in protuberance and his massive balls waiting to hammer against her smooth black thighs. Savita's eyes followed his body down until she stopped at his crotch, and a big smile enveloped her lips.

Savita was lying on her back as he began licking her hairy pussy, making her shiver and tremble as she experienced her cunt being expertly sucked after a long time by Sahib. Her eyes were closed and she was purring as he squeezed her breasts. Savita arched her back to allow him easier access to pull and twist her nipples, making her wince with pleasure.

Pawan Kumar pulled her thighs apart and positioned the thick bulbous head of his cock over her labia. He put the tip of his penis into her, then slowly pressed in a few inches, pulled out then pushed back in a bit further, pulled out again before finally penetrating her fully in one push up to his balls, causing Savita to gasp as the air was pumped out of her body, stretching her cunt fully.

Savita was now mumbling, "Oh sahib! I am a married woman. You have now shamed me. You have taken a married woman on her marital bed. You have taken away my honor. My husband was not man enough to stop you."

Pawan Kumar could see Shyamlaal in the shadows, stroking his small cock faster and faster as his wife called him names while being pounded by his monster cock.

Savita was now sweating profusely, screaming and grunting loudly in time to his pounding. They were now copulating forcefully; his cock fully buried inside her. He was fucking a married woman, on her marital bed, that too in front of her husband. He slammed into Shyamlaal's wife, causing the old bed springs to squeak and groan noisily in rhythm to their hammering.

"Savita, I am going to cum inside you." he told Savita as he humped her.

"Oh, Sahib, it will be an honor and pleasure." Savita murmured. "I want your sperm in me. Fill me, Sahib!"

Pawan Kumar grunted as he ejaculated, filling up her vagina with his semen till it overflowed, staining the bed sheets. Savita grasped his balls, squeezing out as much juice as possible. He bit her neck and kept ejaculating for quite some time before finally collapsing with his full weight on her. He remained inside her for almost ten minutes, making sure his seed soaked in. They caressed and kissed before he finally rolled off her, his cock semi erect and still dripping cum.

Pawan Kumar looked at his freshly fucked sweeper,the low classed woman covered in sweat and love bites on her breasts, neck and thighs, his semen oozing out of her vagina down her arse, the room reeking with the aroma of sweat and sex.

"Wow, wow." Was what Savita repeated loudly, several times. "Wow. Now that's what I call a fucking. My husband never fucks me like that, sahib. You know how to satisfy a woman. If I knew you fucked like that I would have let you fuck me a long time ago."

Pawan Kumar could only grin at the compliment. Savita's legs were still spread out, and a full ten minutes later cum was still oozing out of her pussy.

After sometimes,Savita said, "Sahib,I want to say you something."

"Actually," Savita continued, this time raising her voice so that Shyamlaal could hear, "My husband has a huge debt. He is a useless man, really. He gambled and lost and gambled again and lost. Now day and night we work hard to be a little less poor. He is really not a man. He lied to my parents by pretending to be well off when he was always borrowing money and always in debt, and he could never satisfy me in bed, Sahib."

This was said quite loudly, and Pawan Kumar could imagine Shyamlaal in the next room flushing in humiliation.

Pawan Kumar placed his hands between her legs, rubbing her clit.

"Sahib," Savita requested, "Take me again. Fuck me. Enjoy me. Play with me."

"My pleasure, you sexy randi." he told her, was ready to mount her again, "You are such a whore!"

It was a bad night for Shyamlaal. He had to sleep in the living room listening to the bed springs creaking all night and his wife's constant moans and groans. All night he felt helpless and tried to stop himself from watching as Pawan Kumar molested and mauled his vivacious wife.

What must have been surprising to him, and he knew it, was that instead of feeling anger he got an erection. He must have known that's why Savita never respected him; she always suspected he was not a complete man.

Savita rubbed it in, as she cried out, again and again, "Thank you for the fuck, Sahib. I will do whatever you ask of me to please you. Please fuck me again, Sahib, I can never get enough of you."

Throughout the night, Pawan Kumar could see Shyamlaal repeatedly jerking off to the sight of his wife completely nude in front of another man, eagerly taking his cock in. Much later on,Savita told him that though Shyamlaal was always a submissive man, and Savita enjoyed dominating him, as she enjoyed dominating anyone, she had never cuckolded him openly.

When Savita told Shyamlaal she was going to share the bed with Sahib, and he was to sleep in the next room, she was testing the waters. Savita must never have imagined that her having sex with another man would turn her husband on so much that he would agree to it so meekly.

"Oh Yesss!! Ahhh! Ahhh!! Oh Yes!" Savita cried as the bed began hitting the wall. Pawan Kumar was fucking her once again. The bedsprings began squeaking furiously as she received his thrusts.

"Oooohhh! slow ...slow...please! Mmmm. Ahhhhh. Nehi!!" The bed began hitting the wall hard and the springs sounded as if they were going to break. Savita was grunting in short bursts as he groped her breasts, calling her a randi(slut) and kutti(bitch). Her breasts were smacking back and forth as Pawan Kumar pushed himself in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out.

Savita let out a tremendous noise as she climaxed on his glistening, thrusting cock. For what was probably the second time of the night Pawan Kumar was squirting a good quantity of semen into Shyamlaal's wife. Savita let out a long sigh as her orgasm subsided.

Shyamlaal too let out his small dick, hardest in life, but now it was only a few drops of semen that hit the floor. He listened as they fell silent. Shyamlaal knew though, it would not be long before they would be at it again. With a groan, he realized Savita had wanted him to wake up early. As the bed springs began to creak once again, Shyamlaal tried to shut out the noise and get some sleep. For Pawan Kumar, the night would continue long into dawn as he would enjoy his lovely wife.

It was merely 6.00AM in the morning, and both Savita and Pawan Kumar were fast asleep. Pawan Kumar had been tired out after a night of repeatedly fucking Shyamlaal's gorgeous and buxom wife, while Savita was asleep after being continuously pounded on all of her holes. Her hair was plastered to her face and there were a few mottled red patches around her neck, throat and breasts. Savita was asleep on her belly, her naked butt exposed for all to see.

Shyamlaal woke up early the next morning. For a second, he wondered where he was and what he was doing on the floor. Then a warm feeling of shame crept over him as he remembered the events of last night and how his wife Savita had cuckolded with him. Shyamlaal got up, walked over to the partition and peeked in.

Shyamlaal stared at the big wide seam of her buttocks hanging over the edge of the bed in the early morning light. Her clothes were all crumpled and lay on the floor. Even hours after her final fuck, Savita's naked body was sweating and glowing. Her relaxed breathing made her plump derriere rise and fall. Shyamlaal's loins stirred, and he took out his cock and started to rub the tip of it.

He remembered how he hid and watched forceful pounding of his wife, of Savita's fleshy buttocks quivering and wobbling as she was being continually mounted. The sounds of the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame as she was being repeatedly penetrated by Sahib rang in his ears, as did the humiliation of his wife's unfaithfulness and arousal for other man. What excited Shyamlaal more was that he himself had allowed her, by not stopping her. Both Savita and Sahib, her lover, knew he, her husband, was in the next room, and they didn't care. As Shyamlaal remembered the increasing squeaking of the bedsprings, he began to stroke his rigid tool furiously, until he came in his lungi.

He admitted himself it was humiliating to watch another Man truly satisfying his wife, but that was also playing into his submissive nature quite a long time before. Yes, he was a submissive, yes, his Wife became his Dominating woman long prior to this last night fucking with her boss. He felt ashamed of himself for getting turned on by the thought that he could not sexually satisfy his wife. But there was also another factor that by fucking his wife, her boss would sanction cash loan and a rickshaw to him, which were most essential to him now. Ashamed at his inadequacy, Shyamlaal cleaned the area and began to attend to his tasks. He immediately went to market to collect the things as per list given to him by Savita.

Pawan Kumar woke up late in the morning,and found naked Savita sprawled across the bed. Her naked plump body with big breasts bouncing with her breathing amazed him. He kissed Savita's black poke marked face affectionately, a stench smell was coming inside of her mouth due to accumulation of her saliva overnight,it felt so erotic that he probed his tongue to taste the white cream accumulated on her tongue. Savita opened her eyes when she felt his tongue inside her mouth,and responded by sucking his tongue. Pawan Kumar came downwards near her pussy. The black colored labia were closed in her pussy surrounded by dense of black pubic hairs. He sniffed her pussy,a hard odor was coming inside from her pussy. He probed her tongue inside her pussy, and cleaned the white cream accumulated inside the cunt which had a stench smell like drain. Both of them woke up. He had enjoyed his first night in a slum. He squeezed her fleshy butt,and said, "Savita,I will fuck in your ass hole."

"Certainly sir, there will be enough time for my butts later." Saying this, she got up and went to freshen up.

Savita went to kitchen room for preparing breakfast, and Shyamlaal followed her in, carrying the produce he had bought from the marketplace. Soon, they were sitting on the floor and enjoying a delicious breakfast.

"Shyamlaal," Pawan Kumar spoke to Savita's husband between mouthfuls. "I have been thinking of gifting your wife some furniture. What do you think?"

"Furniture?" His eyes went big. "Clearly you are very rich and generous, sahib."

"Yes. I have been thinking of getting you a dining table today, with some chairs, so we can sit and eat our meals. And also, a sofa set for your living room. What do you think?"

Clearly Shyamlaal was over the moon. Even if he didn't like the furniture, he knew he could always get rid of it for more money to pay off his debts. He clearly liked his proposal and thanked him profusely.

"Don't thank me, it's for my baby." he turned to Savita who had just entered the room with his tea and had listened in on the conversation. "What do you think, randi?"

Here was Pawan Kumar, in his house, eating his food and insulting his wife by calling her a randi(a slut), and all Shyamlaal could think of was his furniture.

Savita mulled it over, "Is it needed Sahib, you are already so generous with me, having given me so much happiness last night by just being here."

Pawan Kumar noticed Shyamlaal almost choked on his food. He grinned.

"I like you, baby, and I want you to be in comfort." Pawan Kumar patted and kneaded her big ass behind in full view of her husband, and Shyamlaal hastily gulped down a glass of water.

"Sahib is so kind hearted, Isn't it my dear husband?" Savita turned and asked her husband, as he continued to grope and squeeze her buttocks.

"Yes, yes, dear." Poor Shyamlaal was almost in tears. Pawan Kumar noticed he had a bulge in his lungi too. "Sahib has indeed been very kind with us,"said Shyamlaal.

"Yes, jee. We must repay his kindness with our warmth. We may be poor but we have a lot of love to give him."said Savita.

"Yes, dear, you are right. Sahib is indeed very compassionate to us,"said Shyamlaal.

"A dining table and a sofa set." he decided aloud. "Savita, what do you think about the bed? I think the bed is fine, it seemed strong last night, what do you think?"asked Pawan Kumar.

Savita burst into a snigger, and a very red Shyamlaal just stared at his shoes in shame.

As breakfast was being cleared away, Pawan Kumar told Shyamlaal that he wanted him to first take him to the furniture store nearby the slum. Actually Pawan Kumar wanted to buy cheap furnitures for these slum people according to their status. They did not deserve costly furnitures.

"Yes, sahib." Shyamlaal kept nodding obediently. He went out for his rickshaw.
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