My Servant’s Fat Dick

A hot scene like one of those porn films was going on.

“harder! Harder! Harder! Ahh!” she screamed. “Uf…Huff…Buff…Felff…So…Nife…”

Here words were all messed up as the man behind pressed her face against the wall. It was a hard rough surface. Still, she did not stop while he fucked her from behind. At that moment, a dark brown-skinned couple was having sex just outside our bungalow, next to the kitchen window.

Simka, the maid, had pulled her sari up to expose her round bum. Meanwhile, her husband Brijeet, our house servant, had his dick deep in her butt hole. He pulled her long hair with one hand while he pressed her back with the other.

He was fucking her so vigorously that tears started coming out of her eyes as she screamed to give her more. To shut her up, Brijeet pressed her face against the wall. As a matter of face, her scream is what caught my attention, and I went to look from our kitchen window.

Never did I catch our house servants hot in action before. They were such a horny couple at that moment that my jaw dropped in shock. Just five minutes ago, Brijeet came into the kitchen and said, “Simka, could you help me load sir’s luggage in the car. It’s too heavy.”

In response, she blushed, looking at him. I naively let her go. It took only five minutes to learn who was loading what.

As I continued to watch, the couple got even more aggressive as Brijeet pressed all of Simka’s body against the wall. He was lifting her by her bottom with every thrust. Good for Simka as I could hear her moan even louder. Sadly it was difficult to see through the window without getting caught.

“Simka! Simka!” a voice called her, interrupting the moment.

She wanted to go, but Brijeet’s dick was deep inside her and hot in action. The more she resisted harder, he pressed her against the wall.

“Simka! Where are you?” this time, the voice got louder. So somehow she managed to escape her husband’s grip and pulling down her sari, she ran away. I, too, was going to walk away, but then I saw something very unusual. Brijeet was still hard, so he decided to relieve himself by stroking his cock.

That was expected. But the thing that was strange was his dick. It was unusually fat. Not big, it must be just 4-5 inches long, but it was fat! He was having difficulty wrapping his one hand around its girth. So he used both his hands to masturbate.

I was amused by the shape of his dick, which is why I watched him until he climaxed. But I didn’t realize it until later that night that I was hypnotized by that part of his body. This happened three weeks ago.”

“Interesting, why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” said my husband, Ramesh.

Me: How could I? This incident happened when you were leaving for a business trip. That was when I last saw you.

Husband: But you could have told me about this on the phone.

Me: What! No… I can’t talk about this on the phone. I don’t want to talk about this now. It is you who asked me straight away, ‘Did you catch our servant fucking?’ as if you knew.

Husband: It was just a joke… I wasn’t…

This was somehow leading to an argument. I felt deeply offended that my husband accused me of keeping this a secret. As if I am some kind of pervert who likes to watch couples having sex. I was getting very angry and was going to shout. But then he calmed me down and asked me just this.

Husband: Do you want me to tell Brijeet to have sex with you?

Me: No. I don’t… how could you…?

Husband: It’s okay if you want to.

Me: Still, no.

Husband: We have talked about this, haven’t we? If you want to have sex with other men, then I am okay with it. I do it too.

Me: You do what? When?

Husband: During my business trips. I told you that these trips can get stressful. So I often hire local prostitutes to blow me off.

Me: What? Really?

Husband: Yes. Don’t I tell you about whenever I returned from my trips?

Me: I thought you were joking. Teasing me while we made love.

Husband: No, I wasn’t. Is that a problem?

Me: No, it’s not. But then what about when you are at home?

Husband: At home, I am not stressed. But if I do feel fatigued, there’s Simka to blow me off.

Me: You fuck Simka!

Husband: Sh! Don’t shout. No sex. She just sucks my cock or jerks me off. I have an agreement with Brijeet, ‘Nothing naughty below her waist.’

Me: Brijeet knows about it?

Husband: Yes. He might be my servant, but I treat him as a friend.

Me: Why didn’t you tell me about this? How did I not know?

Husband: I know you agreed to let me have casual sex with other women. But I sensed it would be uncomfortable for you if I fucked other women in front of you. I didn’t keep this a secret, but I just decided to not tell you until you asked.

Hearing this was not heartbreaking as we had this agreement before marriage. But I always thought it was an occasional thing like once every three-four months when he would meet with one of his ex’s.

Husband: So… did you change your mind about having sex with Brijeet? If so, you have to tell me in advance. Brijeet is too loyal to me to fall for your seduction. So tell me because I can make this happen. Do you want Brijeet to fuck you?

“No,” I said plainly and went to sleep. Meanwhile, he kept on making work notes in his journal, sitting at the desk in a dimly lit room.

‘To be honest, he is not wrong. Since the time I saw Brijeet’s fat dick, I desperately wanted to see it again. For the last three weeks, I tried to be clumsy around Brijeet to catch a glimpse of his erection.

He has a habit of wearing a thin fabric white dhoti. So I hoped that if his pole stood erect, it would be easy for me to spot. At least a dozen times, I spilled water on his dhoti to make it see-through. But that never worked.

Despite all these pervy attempts, all I wanted was to see his erection again or perhaps touch it once. But nothing more. He was out of line to say that I wanted to fuck our servant.’

These were the thoughts going in my head while I pretended to have fallen asleep in the bed. Suddenly I felt him coming close to me from behind.

“Are you asleep?” he whispered in my ear. I did not respond. He then hugged me from behind and started rubbing my thigh. At that moment, I was wearing a baby-pink short sleeveless silk gown. He simply pulled the fabric up to bare my legs completely. I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Listen,” he whispered, placing his cold hand on my warm pussy area. “I know you don’t want it. but the thought of you getting on with Brijeet has made me very horny.”

He slowly slipped his fingers in my pussy. The moment his fingers were inside my vagina, he must have realized that it was moist.

“I know you are too scared to admit, but let me show you how it would feel to have Brijeet’s fat cock inside you,” he said while stretching my pussy from inside. “Meanwhile, I will always be behind,” he said, gently inserting his dick in my butt-hole.

This was not the first time we were doing anal. Rather he preferred that as he had this common practice to prevent getting his many ex-girlfriends pregnant. So I was used to it. I wanted to turn, kiss him, feel his tongue in my mouth. But he didn’t let me.

“Don’t move, just enjoy,” he said while he pleasured both my holes. While fucking, he kept on making fake village accents to mimic Brijeet. “Once you have mine, madam, all other dicks will be too small for you,” said he.

He was practically suggesting a threesome with our servant, but the moment was too hot to resist. Another two minutes of fucking my butt, and he came hard inside me.

“Did you come too?” he asked while gasping for air.

“Yes,” I lied.

Then we both drifted off to sleep.

Wait, let’s pause here. I guess I haven’t told you anything about me yet. My name is Pritha Bhatnu, wife of a rich businessman named Ramesh Bhatnu. It’s been two years that I have been married to him, and life couldn’t get any better.

Before marriage, my parents kept me financially satisfied. But now I have so much money that my husband gets angry if I don’t spend a certain amount of money. I am a beautiful, fair, good looking, and have a hot body.

I have decent sized breasts. That’s all I can say about my body since I am not comfortable sharing my measurements with strangers online. If you have read till now, you might be feeling odd how casual we are talking about cheating on each other.

I was shocked, too, when I had this conversation with Ramesh for the first time. It was during the time when our marriage was being arranged. Ramesh was straight forward about it,

“Listen, Pritha. I don’t want to hide anything from you. We rich people have a different mindset. We don’t mix love with sex. I like you, and I’m sure that soon we will fall in love. But that doesn’t mean I won’t have sex with any other woman after we are married.”

“It’s not just about the men of our family. If you are sexually attracted to any other man, then you have my blessing to sleep with him. To be honest, I hope you do have sex with other guys as it will free me of the guilt of sleeping with other women.”

This was what he said when we talked for the first time. He gave me time to decide. It took me a while, but eventually, I agreed to his conditions. After all, I wasn’t that much interested in having sex. So if he can be honest about having sex with other women ‘occasionally’, then I was okay with that.

While leaving the house with my parents after that first meeting, my father-in-law, who was in a wheelchair, asked me just this, “Do you like ice candy?” I was confused, but I said yes. Later, Ramesh told me that after becoming his wife, I will have to give my father-in-law frequent blowjobs.

“There’s nothing wrong in that.” he said casually while talking about this, “Our housemaid does it daily, you will have to do it once a week.” Fortunately or unfortunately, my father-in-law died just a couple of days before we got married.

Coming back to the story, I wasn’t decently covered when I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was shocked to see Brijeet in front of me, “Good morning, madam. Sir told me to stay here until you wake up.”

My heart was pounding as I tried to calm myself down by keeping my eyes close. He continued to talk about the daily cleaning routine he performed. As I slowly opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of his erection. His dhoti covered most of it, but I could see his pinkish-brown dickhead poking out.

I was aroused and hypnotized yet again, but my female instinct kicked in to check myself. Shockingly my thighs were completely exposed, and a boob had popped out while I was sleeping.

Quickly I got decent and stepped out of bed as I heard my husband Ramesh walk in with Simka. He was eating a sandwich while the maid held the plate. Ramesh was formally dressed and ready to leave.

“I have an urgent meeting at the office,” he said while hugging me. Close to my ear, he whispered, “I’ve talked to Brijeet about what you want…” then he gently squeezed my butt before releasing the hug.

“Brijeet, please help madam with whatever she wants,” Ramesh said after giving a gentle kiss on my lips. In response, I could see Simka blush while Brijeet looked away. Putting on my robe, I walked with others to the car. We waved Ramesh goodbye while he drove away in his car.

“What did Ramesh tell Brijeet?” I kept on wondering while I did all the morning chores. After flashing his dick earlier, I didn’t see him the whole morning. It was afternoon time just before lunch. Simka came to my bedroom.

“Madam, the food is ready and plates on the table,” she said. Meanwhile, I was watching Ramesh’s old photographs. Nothing related to what happened before just felt like doing it. Simka simply stood there waiting for me to be done.

Suddenly she spoke, “Madam, Ramesh sir told us that…That… you watched us having sex, and you liked it.” I was stunned. There was a slight hesitation in her voice, and yet she said it. I looked at Simka, who was looking away while blushing, “Sir said you will like to sleep with my husband.”

I did not know how to respond to that. I stood frozen like ice. She slowly walked to me and placed her warm hands on my shoulder. “I don’t mind you making love with my husband…” she said, slowly massaging my shoulder. “Just don’t leave me behind, watching.”

Suddenly she kissed on my neck. Sliding down my blouse, her lips started covering more area. Soon I was topless as she teased my breasts by slapping them and pinching my nipples. I was aroused and loving the way she touched. Still, I didn’t know if it was appropriate for me to give in.

Pushing me on the bed, she got on top, sucking on my tits. Taking off her blouse too, she started rubbing her tits with mine. We both were almost the same size. While our nipples wrestled each other, she pressed her lips against mine. The moment was too hot to resist.

Placing my arms around her, I let her slip her tongue inside my mouth. Soon we were naked and our warm bodies wrapped with one another in the bed. Cheating felt less guilty when I did it with a woman. So even when we were surrounded by all those photographs, we continued to pleasure each other.

She was really good as she knew how to pleasure a woman. Letting me lay flat on the bed, she had her mouth stuck between my legs.

While she feasted on my pussy, Simka spoke, “I know you want Brijeet instead of me, but he is hesitating. He fears that you might get angry and shout at him.” I was quiet, but I was listening. “Do you mind if he joins us?”

At that moment, I had no clue what was happening to me. Never before did I feel so much pleasure from having sex. I liked my intimate moments with my husband, but that was because I was never physical with anyone else. Now I feel as if Simka is spoiling me.

I simply nodded to let him come. Then all of a sudden, Brijeet stepped inside the bedroom completely naked while stroking his fat cock. Getting me on the edge of the bed, Simka helped to guide his fat dick slowly inside my vagina. He had already put some lubricant on it to go in easy.

Still, I felt a sharp pain when his thick tool stretched my pussy to its limit. I didn’t make eye-contact with Brijeet this first time. Meanwhile, Simka decided the rhythm. She teased my clit while his tool stretched my insides. Soon pain turned to pleasure, and I was getting a strong urge to moan. But I bit my lips hard.

“Don’t resist, madam,” she said, coming to kiss me again. While Brijeet continued to fuck me, Simka was on top as we kissed. I was moaning into her mouth as she moaned with me. There was an exchange of hot breath and saliva as we kissed.

The moment was so exciting that I didn’t make him take his dick out even when I felt it throbbing inside me. But when Simka realized that, he made Brijeet take his dick out and told me to go spray it outside the window while she continued to pleasure me with her fingers.

Simka’s fingers were magic as her skinny things managed to do what Brijeet’s fat tool couldn’t. She made me have an orgasm. I never experienced this before. I believed that the pleasure of sex ends with the man cumming inside you. But now Simka has spoiled me. She licked my pussy dry and helped me get dressed.

Even though I was attracted to Brijeet’s dick, I fell in love with his wife’s body.

For the first time, when we had lunch, I invited them to feast with me as equal. Since I spend a lot of my time with the servants alone in the house. I don’t know where this relationship is going, moving forward. All I was thinking at that moment was whether to say anything about what happened to my husband.

To be continued

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