My wife accepts the challenge


I am 29 years old, 6 feet tall, fair and handsome, having an atheletic body and a six-inch tool. I possess decent personality traits. I believe in making good friends, and love to explore new horizones of life. As far as my interests are concerned, I love to spend time with like-minded people. I love to get into sweet relationships which must me secure and discrete. I always welcome the oppurtunity to meet broad-minded couples and females for regular or one off rendezvous such as 3-some or 4-some. I am always respectful, well-mannered, considerate and familiar with what is safe, sane and consensual. I am not too aggressive, pushy or overbearing. I now relate an incident I was part of.


It was ten at night and the Holi 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 at her, I walked over to the group she was with – Mohit, an old friend of ours and our host’s, Rashmi, 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 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. 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 himsef 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 samarpan’, which basically meant a man tried to get her to so excited within ten minutes that she says ‘Fuck 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’s name is 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 exchange 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, especially so when she had been drinking, it was a foregone conclusion that she would take up the chakravyuha that Arjun had laid down.

“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 myself.”

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 it to test.”

“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 and for me to break you down. Of course, you could always admit that I’m right and back 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 she should have to take up the challenge.

“Ranjeet?” she said softly.

“Hey,” Arjun objected, “it’s not up to him; you’re the one so adamant that the woman could hold out longer and 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, ‘F–k me’ before the ten minute period 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 and 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 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 fair is fair, I will be starting from stone cold.”

I couldn’t believe the guy’s 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 assent 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 to shrug.

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

“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 you?”

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

“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.

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, about three feet away from them and I placed myself at her shoulder. From this position I could not only watch events unfold clearly but 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 showed 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 on 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 sitting 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 of head start,” Komilla spoke barely loud enough to be heard, “ten minutes left to get Nisha to say the magic words.”

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 withdrew lips. 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 what I want?” 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. If you’re so hot 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 say it 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 signs of getting 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. I nudged Komilla who was so enthralled by events that 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 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 his lips and his head moved down over her chest. I looked 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 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.”

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 a 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 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 easily. Not until you say the magic words. Will you say

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.


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. Arjun once again 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.

“Fuck me!” she gasped out in a low and trembling voice.

“Louder, so I can hear you clearly.” Arjun chuckled at Nisha.

“FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD! 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 head 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 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. Arjun will have your wife only for an hour, Ranjeet. And this one hour will change your life.”


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