Message-ID: <33052asstr$1003864204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20011023071233.73764.qmail@web10006.mail.yahoo.com> From: nuj baf MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 00:12:33 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} New Story - A Daughter's Sacrifice - Part 2 (wife, M/F) Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 15:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it. A Daughter's Sacrifice - Part 2 (wife, M/F) I had expected the distinguished Dr. Dinesh to be a tall handsome impeccably dressed man. I couldn't believe that he was actually sitting down on our sofa in the living room of our third floor apartment and I was playing the good host. Dr. Dinesh was balding, overweight, sloppily dressed and he had his arms around my lovely sexy wife, Kamal. I judged men by their socks. If someone's socks covered feet began to emanate an unmentionable odor, he definitely got a failing grade. If they had holes, the pair did not match and the elastic that held it over the ankles were worn out, the score didn't improve. Dr. Dinesh failed miserably in my test. How did Kamal stand to be near this man. "Kamal is a very sexual woman. You are a lucky man," the doctor said. He munched on a tortilla chip. I mumbled, "Thank you." It was not the answer I wanted to give. I went to the kitchen to fix myself a drink. "Such a nice beautiful body your wife has. I really missed it. The way she was so proud of it and always willing to please," Dr. Dinesh said as I walked back into the living room. "Isn't that true, Kamal?" His hand was massaging her breast right in front of my eyes. "I did my best to please you," my wife replied. The doctor had arrived just half an hour ago and he was wasting no time. Kamal seemed to have snuggled closer. She wore a knit top with spaghetti straps sans bra and the doctor took advantage of this. His hand easily slipped inside and his fingers were actually touching and fondling my wife's nipples. My wife looked straight at me as she enjoyed the sensation. This was all happening too fast. "Dr. Dinesh, would you like to take a shower to freshen up from your long trip?" I asked hoping that he would remove his hand from her tits. I wanted to prolong the inevitable. Still groping my wife's tits, he said, "That's a wonderful idea, Anoop." To my wife, he said, "Kamal, we shall bathe together like old times." My wife never mentioned sharing the shower with the doctor while in India. I tried to have eye contact with Kamal but she looked the other way. "Forgive my manners," the doctor said to Kamal. "Please ask your husband to come and watch us." I stood frozen. Never before have I felt such a loss of control. I wanted my wife to resist this man. I wanted to know that she was still for me. He nudged her to say something. "Anoop, would you please watch me bathe Dr. Dinesh?" she said. She didn't seem to say it reluctantly. I glared into Kamal's face. She knew that was all I could do. I mumbled, "OK." I felt powerless. This was going to be a very long week. Like in most apartments, our bathroom was cozy. With another stiff drink in my hands, I put the lid down and sat on the pot. My wife was giggling in our bedroom. She and the doctor were there together removing their clothes. I kept gulping down my drink. My wife entered first followed by the doctor right behind her. His semi-erect pecker gently poking her young well-formed buttocks as they walked in. As she turned on the shower adjusting the temperature, he groped my wife's smaller than average but perky breasts. She submitted totally to his fondling and even turned slightly so that he could access them better. To my surprise, my wife turned her head up and let out a moan. "Women are more sensitive to another man's touch than that of their own husband's. No matter how much they deny, they prefer to have a variety of men," the doctor said. His cock had grown bigger. It was as long as mine but definitely broader in girth. My wife had an awesome body but being naked in front of this doctor, she looked enticing. Her flat tummy smoothing its way to the triangular patch was a sight that would bring lust even in the holiest of men. "Would you like the usual?" Kamal asked the doctor. She did not pay any attention to me. "Definitely," he spoke with a strong accent pivoting his head from side to side, an affirmative gesture in South Asia. He carefully sat down on the side of the tub and opened his legs. As my wife turned off the shower, I studied the doctor's penis, its veins and its ridges. It looked menacingly at me. That piece of meat had been in my wife's pussy at least fifty times from her accounts. It had shown its ugly head again, literally. "Doctor, sahib. I really love your dick," Kamal said. She was on her knees, her face inches away from his purplish organ. She held it with familiarity, stroking the underside of the organ with the web between her forefinger and thumb. The other hand cradled his balls while her fingers like tentacles pleasured the skin surrounding the sac including occasional forays into his anal orifice. "Stop," I said. It came out as a squeeky croak. "Stop it, for God's sake." The doctor, sitting naked on my tub, laughed. "My dear Anoop. Your wife is doing this with her own free will. There is nothing to stop," he said. My voice hadn't recovered. "That's a lie," I said. My palms were clammy. Kamal was still facing the doctor's erect penis. It seemed she wanted to get back to her task, waiting for the interuption to pass. "I gather Kamal hadn't told you certain things. She thought you wouldn't be able to handle it," the doctor said. "When your mother in law was released from the hospital, I told Kamal that she had completed her obligation. I told her that she could go back to her mother and to her husband waiting in America. But as you know, your wife had stayed about a month after her mother returned back home from the hospital. In that month, she came back everynight to me,to submit her body." "Kamal, what is the doctor saying?" I asked. "She was eager even to go back to my buddies on Friday nights. She was treated like a whore and loved it," the doctor spoke. "That's not true," I mumbled half-heartedly. I felt dizzy. Glad that the interuption was over, Kamal gingerly licked up the oozing precum from the tip of his rod. She held the base of his cock with her hand and began sucking on his rod with enthusiasm that I had not seen from her. My wife never enjoyed sucking my cock and did it half-heartedly only upon my persistent requests. "Enough," the doctor said pushing my wife's head from his pecker. My wife got off her knees, bent forward with her hands against the tiled wall for support. Her perfect ass was waiting for his well lubricated dick. Well my wife did mention that the doctor would never let her finish the blowjob. He always wanted to cum inside her pussy. At least that was the truth. Seeing his semen on her lips and chin was a sight I was not prepared for. "Um," my wife mouthed as I watched for the first time another man penetrate his dick into my wife's pussy. I was frozen. Kamal was enjoying this too much. He was slipping his wide body jet with authority, grinding it deep into her hidden flesh feeling its enveloping warmth that was once only for me. Still I hoped that this was a dream. I was not willing to register what my eyes witnessed and my ears heard: the grunting from the doctor, the succulent moans from my wife, his balls slapping my wife's flesh as he thrusted himself in and her willful participation. Like a jackhammer, the doctor pounded my wife. I poured the rest of my drink down my throat, anxiously waiting for the elusive numbness. I was determined to survive these next days and to get the doctor ten thousand miles away from my life. I believed that my wife's moaning was an act to please the doctor, to show him that he was a good lover. Even that hope was shattered as I realized my wife's body tensed and twisted in a fashion that I had only seen a handful of times in my two years of marriage. My wife had a hard time climaxing and here she was going to do just that in front of my eyes. "Oh, fuck me. Don't stop," my wife said between her moans. She had never talked dirty to me. Her breasts jiggled deliciously as the pounding from the doctor continued without abatement. Being bent over with her legs slightly apart, her body rippled with convulsions at the moment of truth. I had never felt so inadequate in my life before. The doctor kept pounding away. I wanted to ask the doctor when will he deposit his seed into my very willing wife. But I kept quiet and waited for this event to take place. I was tired sitting on the pot watching my wife being taken by another man that I was actually glad when Dr. Dinesh finally ejaculated. My wife stayed bent over just to humiliate me further with the sight of his spunk oozing out around her labia. "Anoop, your wife wants to show you how much she has enjoyed herself," Dr. Dinesh said with a laugh. His penis still erect glistened with Kamal's juices. "Why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded to the doctor. My wife had turned on the shower again. "You are taking this personally, my friend. Kamal was like a flower waiting to bloom. But she never knew what energy was being imprisoned deep within her soul. You didn't have the key and you were keeping her like a caged animal because you didn't know any better," the doctor said. "We don't need you to save us, especially if it means making my wife into a slut," I countered. Kamal was in the shower and was beckoning the doctor to come in. "I am saving her and she wants to be saved," the doctor said as he joined my wife in the shower. The intimacy displayed in the shower sickened me, my wife's young flawless body caressing the middle-aged body of the doctor. She was washing him with a tenderness she definitely lacked for me. I felt I was a nobody. "Why are you staying in this marriage?" I asked Kamal later that evening. She wore her sexiest and shortest black satin robe and nothing else. The doctor and I were sitting on the sofa while Kamal prepared us some hot Indian tea. "Because I love you and you are my dear husband," she replied. Her face looked radiant. It seemed that the good hard fucking from the doctor made her more beautiful. "Your words and your actions are worlds apart," I said as she handed me the tea. With every step she took, her well trimmed triangular patch was exposed. "You really are an engineer. You see everything as either black or white," Dr. Dinesh said. He was relaxed and in high spirits. "Do you expect me to stick around in this marriage?" I questioned my wife. She sat down. The thin fabric did not hide her hardened nipples. "I wish you would. I love you dearly," she replied. "Then why are you being a slut?" I asked. "Because you don't know what a woman wants," Dr. Dinesh answered for my wife. "Kamal, answer me. Why have you become a slut?" I asked again. "She had found something that she was missing. I don't think she can explain it to you," Dr. Dinesh interjected again. "Bullshit," I replied. It was definitely cramp on our queen size bed. Kamal dispensed her little piece of lingerie that she was wearing and squeezed herself between the doctor and myself. I was ignored as her naked body gave its full attention to the equally naked doctor. Jolts of jealousy ran through me whenever her smooth body brushed against mine. "I want to be on top," Kamal whispered between tender kisses. I wanted to turn away, but I didn't. I watched as she straddled him. She moved up and down riding his strong cock. With every stride, she swayed rhythemically, tossing her hair. The sight would have been very erotic, if it wasn't my wife acting like a pure slut. "Kamal's breasts are a joy to fondle," Dr. Dinesh said as he was enjoying my wife's eager moves. His hands were playing with her mammary glands. I finally turned away and buried my head under my pillow. I tried to sleep and I may have dozed off a couple of times throughout the night. I counted without enthusiasm three sessions of lovemaking. Surprisingly my wife had an orgasm on all the sessions. As I left for work, groggy from lack of sleep, I glanced one more time at my sleeping naked wife, cuddling the middle-aged body of the doctor. "Good morning," Dr Dinesh said as I walked out of my bedroom. The next few days were crucial days in the completion of my employer's multi-million dollar project. I could only get home around 9:00 p.m. I made several calls home to my wife but she would not divulge much about anything. When I did come home, I was certain they had started their activities before I arrived which proceeded well into the night on our queen sized bed. Spells of depression overwhelmed me everyday. The only thing that held me together was the fact that the doctor was leaving in three more days. Other than that, the fact that my wife was able to reach an orgasm every time she was fucked by the doctor troubled me. On Friday night, I arrived home earlier. As I turned the key on my apartment door, I heard the animated conversations among men. My stomach turned. As I entered, I immediately noticed Anil Sharma sitting with Dr. Dinesh. The other man, I didn't recognize but I immediately categorized as someone without the best intentions for me. "Anoop, my friend," Anil said. "I didn't know you were acquainted with Dr. Dinesh. Did you know that we go a long way back?" His grin was evil. "I am not surprised," I responded. I was relieved to see Kamal had her clothes on, preparing snacks and drinks in the kitchen. She didn't wear her bra though and the shape of her breasts with the protrusion of her nipples was clearly evident for all to see. "This is Mr. Gopalji," Dr. Dinesh introduced me to the other man. "He runs a very successful mail order business right here in San Diego." I shook his hand and sat down on the table with the three men figuring out their intentions. Anil Sharma, I knew was no good. His acclaim to noteriety was well known among our small circle of Indians living in San Diego. After all the abuse she took, no one understood why Anil's wife had stayed so long before leaving her husband. "Please join us for 'teen pati'," Anil said. His sinister moustache wiggled as he spoke. Anil produced a pack of cards as Kamal placed three glasses of scotch whiskey with water. "Dr. Dinesh, would you mind having this game at Mr. Anil's residence or Mr. Gopalji's residence?" I asked. I didn't want Anil Sharma to know the activities that has happened in this apartment these last five days. "Kamal invited my friends here and it would be impolite to have them leave," Dr. Dinesh said. He was shuffling the cards. "Well, alright," I said. I had no idea why I was not putting a fight. Kamal had probably twenty orgasms in the last five days and in my two years of marriage, I could only remember giving her that pleasure four times. "Come, join us," Dr. Dinesh said as he dealt me three cards. I had a drink poured out for me and I gulped it down. "Come sit here," Gopalji commanded my wife. His hands were patting his thighs. Anil Sharma was studying my face for any reaction as Kamal sat down on the middle-aged gentleman's thighs. He seemed amused that I had become nothing more than a cuckold. "You're a good man, Anoop," Anil said. He won the first hand. Gopalji place his hand between my wife's legs right at her crotch. Kamal didn't attempt to remove his hand and sat on his lap rhythmically swaying her buttock over his stiffening rod. I hoped her black polyester boot-cut pants will remain on her throughout the evening, but I wasn't counting on it. "That feels good," Kamal moaned as Gopalji's hands were inside her sheer top feeling her little titties. "Her breasts are very bouncy, nice to hold and grab," Dr. Dinesh commented. It didn't matter that I won the next two hands. Probably I was the only one concentrating on the game. My face had become contorted into a scowl, a look of humiliation and helplessness. My wife looked vibrant. She tingled with electricity, an excitement that stirred somewhere deep within her legs. She peeled off her pants and her thong and practically jumped on Anil Sharma. Her pussy and her tight butt has now been exposed to these men and news of what was going to take place would definitely spread far and wide. I knew I will be the laughing stock of our tight knit society in San Diego. Dr. Dinesh and Gopalji helped remove my wife's top for Anil's benefit. "Wonderful," he said before mouthing a good portion of her breast. His hands roamed up and down her smooth back. She, meanwhile, grinded herself, like a professional lapdancer. I was a coward. I allowed my wife to become a slut. I wanted to hide as these men casually and without fear began enjoying my wife's body. "I cannot wait," Kamal said as she proudly walked without a single stitch of clothing into our bedroom with Anil Sharma in tow. I gulped down my second glass of the potent liquor and played another round of 'teen pati' with the doctor and Mr. Gopalji. In the meantime, my wife was allowing Mr. Sharma to fuck her on our bed and in our bedroom. My wife was moaning loudly so that we could all hear as we sat on the table. Dr. Dinesh had a big smile on his face. "Anil is very clever in sex. He can get women to have big orgasms. I just don't know how he does it," Dr. Dinesh said. He folded his cards and grabbed a handful of potato chips. "I know. There is this oriental lady that is always waiting for Anil outside his home wanting to get fucked. He is always telling her to get lost," Gopalji said. "I would imagine that Kamal would keep going back to Anil," Dr. Dinesh said. He flipped a winning hand on the table. Great! I was losing in the card game, knowing my wife was having sex with a notorious man and worst of all, she was moaning louder than she did even with Dr. Dinesh. My world was quickly swallowing me up. I hoped Gopalji was terrible in sex. I couldn't take anymore humiliation today. "Why don't you go, see and learn something," Dr. Dinesh suggested. Like a defeated man, I stood up and proceeded to my bedroom hoping that the door was locked. Part of me wanted to see but the rest of me would probably be unable to handle it. The knob turned and I saw my wife on the bed in the midst of passion. Anil was penetrating his monster deep into my wife. She had her calves over his shoulder and her pussy raised for maximum penetration. I stood outside the open door watching my wife stripping every last ounce of dignity left in me. There was no acknowledgement of my presence. I was just an outsider to them. My head was spinning and I closed the door softly. Back at the table, I picked up my cards. For no better word, it was a 'shriek' that emanated from Kamal's attractive mouth. The hairs in my body all stood on ends. We all knew that she experienced the ultimate sensation magnified ten-fold. Worse than that, I expected my neighbors to rush in any moment, wondering what unholy act just took place. Anil emerged like a triumphant gladiator wrapped in my terry cloth robe. The smirk on his face was an ugly sight to see. "She will take some time to recover," he said. "Well, I hope she does," Gopalji said. I couldn't figure out whether that was a wise-crack or his selfish concern. The cards were being dealt again. Kamal emerged in a daze. Her hair was tousled and she walked passed us straight to the sofa. She had nothing on. When she sat, her legs were apart. Spunk like molten lava was creeping its way to the upholstery. The men ignored her but I kept glancing her way. The men were immersed in the card game. The bets were getting higher. My winnings were getting sporadic. I didn't notice Kamal was sitting on Gopalji. Her arms were around his neck. The game went on. "Let's fuck now," Kamal was whispering. Gopalji was on a streak. He ignored my wife's sweet requests until he got a couple of losing hands. Then they left together to the bedroom. "Do you want me to come over or would you rather have Kamal come to my home?" Anil asked. He was shuffling the deck of cards. "What are you talking about?" I said. My voice sounded squeeky. "Kamal will need me and I don't want to make things difficult for her," he replied. I folded. I got the worst cards possible, a two, a three and a five of different colors. My wife's moans weren't as loud as half an hour ago. She was enjoying another man's penis shovings its way into her insides right now and I realized that whatever I said would have made no difference. "Kamal will come back to her senses," I said. "She has come to her senses," the doctor said. There may have been words to say or actions to take. As long as my wife wanted these men, I was powerless. I didn't even have enough dignity to leave my wife. So I played on while my wife was alternated by Anil Sharma and Gopalji. In the end each of them had taken her three times and they left satisfied with promises of further sessions. "Let's take a shower," my wife said to Dr. Dinesh. I ended up doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen area. They went straight to our bed after drying themselves off. When I finished getting the apartment in order, I went to lie down next to my wife with the doctor on top of her, sliding his prick into her. Soon I managed to fall asleep. The doctor finally left on Sunday. I didn't know what to say or do with her anymore. Kamal wore a little short skirt that beautifully accentuated her thighs. I used to love when other men became jealous of my having such a beautiful wife but now I felt it was a curse. It was strange now to be alone with her in the apartment. We ate dinner in silence. I did the dishes. Kamal broke the silence. She had a handbag strapped to her shoulders and the car keys in her hands. "I'm going to Anil's house. Don't wait for me," she said. The End. For more of my stories, visit www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/nujbaf/www Your feedback at nujbaf@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make a great connection at Yahoo! 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