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Finally, we returned to India. Rashmi gradually started to behave normally with me as I began cooperating with them during the trip. I was as obedient as I could be and started to accept the nuances of this kind of relationship. I was naturally submissive, but cuckolding was a different ballgame. The ingrained traditional view of man in society and deviating from that was the hardest thing for me.

I observed some changes in Rashmi. Even though she enjoyed Adnan’s company, she somehow felt he was selfish and crud. She probably kept her desires away from me these many years due to shyness or societal pressure, but now that she had a working set-up, she was open to exploring her desires. As she hinted to me during our trip, she had done things to fulfil her sexual desire behind my back, but now she didn’t have to hide anything from me. She wanted a sophisticated, charming and sexually romantic man as her partner. She liked the rawness of Adnan, but she felt she wouldn’t be able to tolerate it for long. I knew my wife; she didn’t want to be dominated for long. She was now a prisoner of her bodily demands.

The only new development was that Rashmi started Facetime Shaq behind Adnan’s back, and they became good friends. Shaq was a nice guy, and he acknowledged my role. He was clear in his communication that he wanted all of us to be friends. Unlike Adnan, he never humiliated me. Even though he used to flirt with Rashmi in front of me, at the same time, he was respectful.

Over time, Adnan became more dominant, and Rashmi couldn’t do anything about it. His sexual appetite had increased a lot. Rashmi was forced to work from home as Adnan wanted to fuck her two or three times a day. He stopped using condoms completely, which forced Rashmi to begin her contraceptive cycle. There were days when Rashmi was instructed to suck his dick in between her office calls. He continued the tradition of flashing; at least she got comfortable opening the door for delivery persons in a bra. Gradually, but on the flip side, he started to make her wear smaller and more transparent bras.

A month passed, and it was Durga Puja, our biggest festival. On this day, every bakırköy escort year, we used to go together for Puja prayer in the morning and break our fast only after Puja in the afternoon. This was the first Durga Puja with Adnan in our lives. He redefined how we celebrated our most important festival.

I spent almost two lakhs in Puja shopping for both her and Adnan. Unfortunately, Adnan selected only costly western dresses for Rashmi that hardly covered her body. He has taken an iPhone for himself. I requested Rashmi to take some saree for Astami(Most important day for Puja). I always admired her choices; she was spot-on with this saree. She got dresses for Adnan from Pataudi’s, which were very expensive. Adnan gifted her a silver anklet to keep the key to my chastity cage. Did I forget to tell you? I was back in chastity 24*7.

It was Astami morning; she had already bathed and wore her traditional clothing for the celebration. I loved seeing her in such dresses. This time, she demanded this costly saree for Puja; I didn’t mind it at all. After all, she looked stunning in this red and white saree, bangles, and big red bindi. Her diamond nose ring glistened in the morning sunlight, and how she wore her saree made her belly button ring visible, too. She applied sindhoor on her forehead as well. Overall, she was looking like a perfect wife, my dream girl.

I was wearing a traditional kurta, and Puja was about to start in an hour. I grabbed my car key, as the Puja place was close to 10 km away. I wanted to start early due to unforeseen traffic. After getting ready, we came out to the living room.

Adnan was sitting on the sofa; he noticed us, and I knew he would do anything to humiliate me. He looked at Rashmi, and an evil smile sat on his lips.

“Ah, I love Hindu bitches; why didn’t you show up yourself like this these many days; I would’ve fucked you harder.”

“If you really want a good healthy family and prosperity for your husband, come and suck my cock” — Adnan continued.

I could feel Rashmi was irritated, which was visible on her face. She didn’t answer.

“Come my Hindu rand(slut); bahçelievler escort do your job.”

Even though she expressed her love for me during the trip, she never showed it in front of Adnan. She knew Adnan loved being the centre of attention, and today was no different. Adnan was sitting on the sofa; she went near him and sat next to him. He put his hand around her and started to rub her neck. He planted a kiss on her cheeks and proceeded to smooch her later on. Adnan’s lips were ravishing my wife’s delicate lips.

“I love to kiss you babe, but more than that, I love to feel your lips and tongue on my dick” — He whispered.

“I have to do Puja, Adnan” — Rashmi pleaded.

“I am your God babe, worship my dick first; your puja can wait” — an apparent response from Adnan.

Adnan’s hands moved Rashmi’s blouse off her shoulder. Her blue bra strap was visible. He didn’t mind it; he pushed his hand into Rashmi’s bra cup and started to rub her nipple. My wife started moaning hard.

“Beg for more bitch” — Adnan ordered Rashmi.

I never understood Rashmi’s behavior; she loved being dominant but behaved helplessly in front of Adnan.

“Yes, Adnan. What do you want me to say?”

“Say that you are a crazy bitch who can skip Puja to get fucked by me.”

“Yes, Adnan, I am; please fuck me.”

“You would do Puja only after getting fucked by me, with my semen all over you.”

It was enough to humiliate me. I saw my wife nod and agree to everything Adnan said. In front of my own eyes, I saw my perfect wife going down on her knees. In no time, Adnan’s pants dropped on the floor.

I lost the motivation to go for Puja when I saw Adnan’s thick black dick doing rounds inside my wife’s mouth. I have seen her giving blowjob to him as it was a daily scene in our bedroom, but today it was very different; seeing her in traditional wear and doing stuff like this hit differently.

He started to fuck her mouth. His circumcised dick started to shine due to Rashmi’s saliva, and he rubbed her juicy lips hard with his dick. He untied her hair and grabbed it. He began to deepthroat şirinevler escort her afterwards. Her lipstick was destroyed; the kajol of her eyes was smudged, and her hair was ruined.

He made her stand and dropped her pallu. He instructed me to remove her blouse, which I did. She was wearing a beautiful blue bra. He removed her bra completely, made her lie down on the sofa, and climbed on her.

He asked me to squeeze her boobs from both sides while he slid his dick in between them. He was fucking her boobs while I was holding them for him to enjoy. His dick turned so big it almost started to touch her lips.

Rashmi was looking at me helplessly while enjoying it. Almost after 10-15 mins of fucking her ejaculated on Rashmi. The thick cum scattered all over her lips, chin and boobs. I handed over a towel to her, and she started to wipe his thick semen from her clean body. She got up from the sofa and went to the washroom. My wife was anything but sacred for puja.

She came back from the washroom after a while. Her boobs were covered only by the pallu of her saree. She started to pick up her bra and blouse from the floor. Adnan stopped her from doing it and asked me to do it.

I was about to give her the blouse Adnan said- “My bitch would wear only a bra with a saree today”.

I was shocked. “It would be very inappropriate for puja place as her cleavage would be fully visible” — I responded.

“I don’t care; she will wear it and go. Aren’t you getting late, cuck?” — Adnan chucked and responded.

I looked at Rashmi; she rolled her eyes and instructed me not to argue.

Rashmi wore the bra and adjusted her saree to cover as much as possible. Her hair was not as perfect as earlier. Her ruined lipstick shade was still visible around her lips, and the smudged kajol made dark circle-like marks around her eyes. I looked at her for the last time before starting puja; half of her boobs were visible, and she looked exhausted.

She was finishing her touch-up while I was driving. I asked her if she was feeling exhausted. She said she was excited to enjoy Puja with me. This made me very happy, but in the back of my head, I was cursing Adnan for forcing her to dress like this for an important occasion.

By the time we reached the puja place, the puja was about to start. We rushed inside, and in that rush, Rashmi forgot that she wasn’t wearing a blouse. Little did I know that it would open up a new chapter in our relationship.

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