“Ah! Ah! Raj, help me! Please, help!” Pooja, my wife, was screaming from the bedroom.
It was agony, a sound that would forever be in my memory. Her screams were high-pitched, dropping to the low, suggesting nothing but a man on top of her.
Pooja: “It’s too much! Oh, God, Suresh, please… slowly! Please, fuck me slowly, Suresh!”
It all started on the cold night of January. My name is Raj. I am a 30-year-old fat man, so fat that anyone looking at my chest thinks I am a woman.
My life has always been a humiliation from my boss, and from the neighbour’s kid about my fat body. The mindless actions led to me paying a heavy price. I managed to land a job as a municipality manager through a web of third-party contracts.
It was a tiring, stinky job, but it allowed me to earn enough money for my minimum expenses of life.
As my age was increasing, my family arranged for me marry a woman. Her name was Pooja. She was 23, a stunning vision of youth and beauty that was out of my range.
She had a slim waist that my hands could almost circle, skin colour of fresh cream, and eyes that held a spark I knew I could never ignite. We married in a small ceremony. I brought her home to our apartment, knowing that I am a useless king in his castle of lies.
Our wedding night became a disaster. I know from my late 20’s that I could never satisfy a woman. I had a girlfriend, and when we tried to make out, I cum as soon as I entered her because of the soft, heavenly pussy of my Girlfriend. But later I tried some medicines and was excited for the moments.
My wife, smelling of jasmine and innocence, pulled me close and wrapped her long, slender legs around my waist. I felt the familiar, humiliating surge. I came instantly in my pants. A damp spot spreading on my trousers, a shudder of release, and then nothing.
I saw the flicker of confusion, then disappointment, in her eyes. “It’s okay, Raj,” she whispered, but it wasn’t okay. It never was. My 4-inch cock barely made an entrance, disappearing into her tight folds. Later on, she confessed that she wasn’t even sure if my cock had entered her.
Her pussy was pink and a perfectly fresh blossoming flower. She was 23 years old, any man in the world would want her, but I was unlucky enough to get her. So, at least I thought to make her happy by giving jewels and riches.
My professional life was a perfect mirror of garbage. My job involved seeing garbage collection contracts, gathering the garbage collection people, and paying them wages. But I saw an opportunity when I paid the wages. I could alter the ledge’s book and keep the extra money.
This happened for a month or 2 happily. I can see my wife was not happy with sex, but she never complained.
One day, due to overconfidence in not being caught, I made a big blunder by leaving my ledger book on the site. Suresh, the head of the garbage collectors, who himself is a garbage cleaner, saw the book. Though he was a man in his late 40s, he knew the numbers, and he knew I was lining my pockets.
Suresh was walking dirty, his clothes stained with grime and sweat. He drinks cheap alcohol. But he was broad-shouldered and thick-limbed.
“So, Raj, I think my mouth stays silent when some good alcohol goes in. And some of that hotel biryani. I won’t say anything.”
I paid, as it will cost me my job and may put me behind bars. But it was just the beginning. Suresh opened my desk with a tampered key and saw the amounts I was making. His greed began to grow. He gathered evidence—photographs of documents.
“Raj, why don’t we have a drink at your place. Bring something costly.”
Me: Are you mad? I can’t do such things
Suresh sent me a video of the evidence that I was tampering with the ledges.
Me: ok fine, and I shared my address
One evening, he came to my house. I was expecting another demand for cash or liquor. I opened the door, and there he was, reeking of his day’s work, and a foul stink smell came.
Suresh: Where is the bathroom? Let me take a bath, and by the time I come, fix the peg.
Me: On the right, angrily.
Suresh came out in my single stan rob. He started drinking and discussing the amount to be split, and she screamed for biryani and chicken.
My wife, Pooja, bought the chicken and biryani from the kitchen. She was wearing a simple salwar kameez, but on her, it looked like silk. The moment Suresh’s eyes landed on her, I saw a shift. The greedy calculation was replaced by something else, something else hungry.
He was a 40-year-old man who probably hadn’t touched a woman in years. Here was my wife, who made him forget all about the money. “I want her,” he said, his voice a low growl, his eyes never leaving Pooja’s face.
Me: WTF are you talking about? I will kill you, you stink bag, how dare you! Get out of my house, you filthy animal!
Suresh: Do you want to know what will happen if I post this video on Instagram?
My entire life, my carefully constructed house of cards, was in his dirty hand. I turned to Pooja, my fat body trembling.
“Please, Pooja,” I begged, my voice cracking. “Just… do what he says. Please. For us.”
Pooja was stunned. Her mouth was slightly agape, her breathing shallow. She couldn’t take what she heard. By the time Pooja reacted, Suresh grabbed her by the neck and dragged her into my bedroom and closed the door.
“No, please wait, I don’t want to do it, I am still a virgin,” she gasped.
Even though my cock entered her, I can understand what she meant. A few minutes later, I hear a loud scream,
Suresh: Ah, you are so tight, you whore.
Pooja: Ah, it’s so big, I can’t take it. Raj, please tell him to stop.
It was a 20-minute non-stop screaming; I understood that my wife was not able to take that monster. The door opened.
Suresh: What a pink flower, after years, this was like heaven, Raj, go and clean her, her pussy is crying, I guess this was her first time.
I went inside, and the room was completely smelling like foul, rotten garbage. Semen all over my wife’s body and bite marks. I gave her a bath, fed her, and put her to sleep. I could not look her in the eye, nor seek her.
The next day, Suresh, banging at the door, came for another session.
Suresh: Get me my whore, Raj.
He saw Pooja in the kitchen. While I pleaded with him to leave, he threw the dress and walked naked in front of me. This was the first time Pooja and I looked at his massive 6-inch fat, vein-throbbing cock.
Even though Pooja had sex, I guess she never dared to look. Pooja’s eyes were stuck on his cock. I never imagined him to have that fat cock.
He held my wife in his arms, picked her up like a pillow, and went into the bedroom. But this time he did not close the door. He never did any foreplay; he directly entered her, tearing her dry, even though my wife screams out of pain.
“Fuck, she is dry all in her pussy, Raj, bring some oil, don’t you want to watch how I am wiggling her pussy?”
I went inside and gave him the oil. I saw my wife resisting him. Suresh pulls out the half-entered cock and asks me to apply oil on his cock
Me: Please don’t make her cry, she has nothing to do with this
Suresh does not listen, and he tries to enter her his half cock goes in and out of my wife’s pussy.
Pooja: Aah, Suresh, please, I am not an animal.
Suresh doesn’t listen, and he rams up for 20 minutes. He keeps on having 2-3 sessions continuously, my wife’s legs get tumbled and she is agonised by the rough sex.
Pooja lay on the bed, a mess of sweat, tears, and his cum. She was trembling, her legs still weak. She didn’t look at me. She just curled into a ball and wept. I stood there, broken, not knowing what to do.
I request Suresh to leave us alone, and I will give all the money, but he did not listen, instead
Suresh: Fine, fine. I will leave. Give me the money.
I gave him a bag full of money, expecting him to leave. A week passed, I thought Suresh left, but on Sunday morning, I heard a doorbell.
“Suresh, you promised,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
Suresh: Promises are for rich people. My friend, Dev, wanted to meet the pretty wife.
Dev was a 38-year-old guy who stayed in the slums.
Pooja came out of the bedroom. She was wearing a simple nightie. When she saw there were two of them, she froze. The shock was evident on her face. This was not part of the deal. This was a new line being
Dev: We want you to taste some real slum raw cock. In your mouth.
Pooja backed away, shaking her head. “No… please, no.”
“Now, before we begin,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He turned his attention to me. “Let’s see what the husband has.”
Suresh forced me to get naked
“This?” he bellowed, pointing at my crotch. “This is what you’ve been giving her, a 4-inch sissy cock, which is smaller than my little finger?”
Suresh: Really pooja, you were resisting me for that cock?
They were on her in an instant. Dev grabbed the front of her blouse.
Dev: Such soft, nice, fluffy boobs, just like you said, Suresh.
With a violent rip, the fabric tore, the buttons popping off and scattering across the floor. He tore it open, exposing her plain white bra. Suresh started by kissing Pooja hard on the lips, his mouth tasting of tobacco and stale food, forcing his tongue inside.
Pooja: Hmmm, I am not able to breathe.
Dev then pulled her bra aside and began sucking her boobs, taking her nipple into his mouth and gnawing on it roughly with his teeth. Pooja opened her eyes and felt a different current flowing in her body
Dev slid his hand and started fingering her pussy, pushing one thick finger into her wet hole.
Dev: I think you never experienced such rough sex
Pooja screamed as Dev entered her dry pussy
Pooja: please, please its hurting me
Pooja’s eyes rolled as they both started to suck her boobs. They were fingering and eating her big melons, and kissing her at the same time. I can see that Pooja’s body is getting defiled, her screams are turning into moaning
Suresh unzipped his pants and started rubbing his cock on her face. Pooja unknowingly starts eating his balls and licks them
Suresh: Oh, finally, she is getting into the mood
Pooja comes back to her senses and stops what she is doing, and her face is full of guilt; she does not dare to look at me.
Dev undid his trousers, and the stench smell hit me even from where I stood. It was a foul, unwashed smell of sweat. He pulled out his cock it was all hairy bush. But it was the same as Suresh, big, fat, and 6 inches.
I couldn’t help her. I was useless. I saw the conflict in her, the war between her morals and her body’s unwilling pleasure. I did the only thing I could. I crawled over to her, taking her hand. “Stop resisting,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Just… let it happen.”
Pooja looked surprised and grateful at the same time, with a small tear flowing down her face and a small smile on her lips. She looked at Suresh and, she spread her legs wider for him, a clear invitation. Suresh laughed and thrust his cock into her, going deeper than before, hitting a new place inside her.
A loud, long moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure pleasure I had never heard from her, nor could I ever make her scream. Her body stopped fighting and started moving.
Her hips thrusting back to meet his pace and speed, her ass slapping against his dirty body. The balls hitting the pussy floor while the cock dug deeper.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Deeper! Fuck me deeper! Suresh,” she screamed with lust.
Suresh: Finally, this bitch is getting what she craved for ages
Pooja: “Harder! You feel so good! Don’t stop!”
Her moans became a constant, desperate song. “Ugh! Yes! Right there! Oh, fuck, my pussy! It’s so full!”
Dev, seeing her complete surrender, put his dirty, stinking balls on her face.
Without hesitation, Pooja started licking his sweaty sack, taking each ball into her mouth and sucking on it greedily.
Pooja: “Mmm! Dev Yes! I love it! Your balls taste so good!”
Suresh was pounding her relentlessly from behind, and with every thrust, she moaned louder.
Pooja “Ugh! Yes! Right there! Oh, fuck, my pussy! It’s so full!”
Her whole body arched as she screamed, her orgasm came through her while she still had Dev’s balls in her mouth.
Pooja: Oh, yes fucker, that’s how a real man should make me cum
She looked at me, her eyes glazed with lust, and smiled as Suresh continued to fuck her through her orgasm.
“My turn,” he grunted, spitting on her asshole
He forced his thick, dirty cock into my wife’s tight ass, making her cry out. But this time it was a sound of pained pleasure.
Pooja: “Oh my ass! It’s so big! Are you guys really 40 and 38 years old?”
Dev slapping against her cheeks, “Take it, bitch! Take my cock in your dirty ass!”
Pooja was moaning like a whore, pushing back against him.
Dev: What are you watching, cuck?
Dev pulled his cock out of her ass. It was covered in my wife’s filth. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged my face to his cock. “Open up, cuck,” he ordered.
Dev: “Taste it! Taste her ass on my cock! You like that, don’t you?”
I gagged, but he held my head, forcing me to suck it clean. My wife was shocked to see it. She did not have any words. Suresh grabbed me by my hair next.
He pulled his cock out of my wife’s dripping pussy, and drove it straight into my throat. I choked as he held my nose closed, blocking my air.
“You’re going to drink it all,” he said, and then he started pissing.
My wife’s cum mixed with Suresh’s piss gave me a different arousal, and my tiny cock got hard. They laughed as they used me.
Dev: Pooja, I know you want to hit that bastard for not giving a proper cock and ruining your married life, hit him hard in his balls
Pooja: No, I have said that I was not happy, please don’t make me do it to my husband
Suresh: You bitch, you listen to us, and he slapped her hard
Pooja could not do anything and kicked me hard in the balls, for which I cum in front of them and collapsed. Finally, they pushed me aside and went back to my wife. They took turns, one fucking her pussy and the other her mouth.
Suresh is burying his cock deep inside her.
Pooja: I am cumming again.
Suresh: Me too.
Suresh left his seed deep in her and rested on his back, while my wife fell, crushing her boobs on his chest. Then Dev took his turn, fucking her hard one last time from behind
Pooja: Please cum fast, I don’t have any strength in me to hold you
Dev ramped him up and down as she lay on Suresh’s broad chest, and finally, with a loud scream cum inside her and collapsed on my wife’s back
Pooja: Even though I did this initially for you raj, unknowingly, this was the best gift that you gave me. Thank you
Say that she slept. They were sandwiching her, while their cum leaked out of her, a completely broken and satisfied mess.
Weeks passed, and neither Suresh nor Dev showed up. My wife still loves me, and we still try to have sex, but she prefers vibrators nowadays. After a month, a letter from Suresh, my wife’s eyes lit up like sparkles
Letter: Dear Pooja, knowing that you are having unsatisfactory sex, I am sending my son as he got a seat in B.Tech at your place. Please take care of him, and he will take care of you.
My wife’s face turned red and shy, waiting for his son.