In the 47 years of my life, I was doing this for the first time. I felt pride but also pressure as I had to represent India in the best way possible. At that moment, I was sitting at a dining table surrounded by five English men eating an authentic Indian vegetarian meal cooked by me.
They were five foreigner dudes in their 40s who were big-shot businessmen of Britain. They wanted to invest in new business ventures in India. But first, to understand the market, i.e. us Indians. They had called me here to tell them about our culture.
They couldn’t have picked a better time. In the next six hours, the date was going to be the 15th of August, a very special date for every Indian.
They were filming whatever I said and did for future reference. So they had ensured that I was my best appearance-wise. When I arrived at the farmhouse, they took me straight to the bedroom and showed me what I had to wear.
Putting them on, I felt the prettiest I’d ever been. First, I wore Victoria’s Secret lingerie that hugged my skin perfectly. The colour matched my skin tone, so it appeared as if I was completely naked, even wearing it.
Over it, I wore a shiny blue-green sleeveless deep-neck blouse and an off-white silk sari with a saffron border. There was also a golden pin with a butterfly on it.
“I wonder what this is for?”
Seeing the reference photo on the box, I realized that the pin attached to the blouse kept the pallu, which was supposed to cover my chest, on the side. A heavy golden necklace with red, white, and blue gemstones was resting on my bare chest with a huge visible cleavage.
The stones were arranged in such a way that they resembled the flag of the UK. To match the centrepieces, I wore peacock feather-shaped earrings, a nose ring, and two sets of gold and green-glass bangles. I also tied my long hair in a bun and placed a gajra (a string of flowers) around it.
After wearing all this, when I looked in the mirror, I didn’t feel like me. So I wore one old thing that mattered to me the most, my old mangalsutra. The gold on it was dull, and the centre pendant was small. Fortunately, it was neatly tucked in my tight cleavage.
This complete attire gave me great confidence. I spoke about our culture to the foreigners at the table and the camera. I might have put up a confident face, but I was scared deep down. I was shaking and shivering before uttering every word.
With every deep breath, I took, my chest swelled, and my cleavage tightened. I could see these English men get excited at the sight of my beauty. I don’t think it was a coincidence that they ate with their right hand. Their left was constantly under the table. This was one thing I wanted to avoid.
24 hours ago,
“No! No! No! Absolutely not!” I shouted while exiting our bedroom.
“Anchal. Listen to me. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and a great privilege for us.” said my husband while walking after me.
As I came out, my father was on the couch, meditating. Despite us yelling, he didn’t seem to be bothered by it.
“No, Ranbir. You don’t understand what this is. Nobody pays you 36 lac rupees just to sit and talk.”
“Yes, they do. This presentation is important for them, so they need someone knowledgeable to talk about our culture. Who better person to do it than you? I won’t ask you this for any other reason.”
“I don’t like this. The request isn’t as simple as it seems,” I said to him out loud.
Earlier during dinner, Ranbir told us about this. However, he did not say anything about me doing the presentation. Now that he had, I wanted my father to back me up. So I said out loud, “I am not comfortable doing this.”
“You are asking me to meet them at a farmhouse away from the city. There they will choose what I wear. Also, they want me to do as directed to get the best performance out of me. Doesn’t all this sound a little strange? They specifically asked for a woman who is not only married but also a mother.”
Despite my being loud, my father continued to ignore us. At one point, when I became very loud, he stood up, said, “I’ll go meditate elsewhere,” and left the house.
“Anchal…” my husband said, holding my hands, “Just think about the amount we are getting. It’s far more than the total assets we own right now.”
“So you are okay with pimping me out for that?”
“Yes. No… I mean, even if what you fear is true, would it be so bad?”
“Ranbir! Do you hear yourself? You are asking me to commit adultery. It’s a sin.”
“So what? You fucked other dudes while we were dating.”
“That’s different. Now, we are married. Sex with another man is a taboo, not to forget, a legal crime.”
“It’s not a crime if I ask you to cheat on me. And don’t forget whatever you fear might not even happen.”
Back to the present,
The presentation was over. We were done with our dinner. One of those English guys stood up, switched off the camera, and walked toward me.
“Congratulations, Mrs Vora. You gave a good presentation. I think our board will be very pleased after listening to you.”
He said while holding my hand to help me out of the chair. He smiled while congratulating me, and I smiled back. This man was at least a foot taller than me, so I had to strain my neck to look up. That’s why I didn’t see what came next. He confidently leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.
I tried to free myself, but he was still holding my hands. Seeing me not resist, he rested my hands on his waist. While cupping my boob with one hand, he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. He wrapped his other arm around me as I moved back, arching my back.
While we kissed passionately, I could hear other guys cheer and whistle. Our lips detached with a distinct sound. We both opened our eyes and looked deeply into each other. I saw lust in his eyes, and he probably noticed fear. That’s because I was scared.
He guided me away from the table and to the space in the hall. It was empty, with just a designer carpet laid on the floor. Seeing him lick his lips, I knew he was going for a kiss again. So I shut my eyes in advance while chanting this in my head,
“I am doing this for money. I am doing this for a better future for my family.”
My heart raced as my chest swelled. I felt him press his hand against my right tit to take it out of hiding. That white man massaged it while violating my mouth yet again. This time he kept hitting his tongue against mine to make me tongue wrestle with him.
There was a lot of exchange of saliva. I shouldn’t have, but the kiss was getting me aroused. I felt more hands touching my body. I didn’t dare to open my eyes but could feel they had divided my body equally. Two guys took each of my hands to kiss them while the other two began at my feet.
As I felt their warm breath on my arms and thighs, I could feel my defences shutting down.
“I hope they don’t notice that my pussy has started leaking.”
Those men shamelessly kissed higher and higher up my thighs. I cursed myself for getting waxed just a couple of days back.
“My hairless thighs and pussy area will only invite them to do me more,” I said to myself while I felt those two men pull down my panty. One of them took my underwear and gave a hard sniff.
He spoke in his posh British accent, “She is ready for the next step.”
That instant, they let go of me, got me decent and took a few steps back. I could see them undress me with their eyes. I struggled to maintain eye contact with them. But I also wanted to know what naughty thing they planned to do with me.
I was hoping someone would come and stop these perverts, perhaps my father. I saw my old man sitting with his legs folded on an adjacent couch. I looked at him expectantly, saying, “Help me.”
“I don’t care what others do to you anymore,” he replied.
My father wasn’t actually there. It was something that had happened before.
12 hours ago,
It was early in the morning. As usual, I woke up hearing the meditative chants of my father. I stepped out of my bedroom and walked to where my father sat in meditation. It’s our daily routine which he had skipped for the last week he was away.
As he sat on the floor, I pulled my maxi up and moved my bare hip close to his face. I let him inhale the odour of my vagina to let him know I am there. I hoped he would grab me by my buttocks and shove his tongue inside my love hole. Oddly he didn’t do that.
I rubbed my camel toe on his nose. Still, he did not react. This was very unusual. So I sat on the floor to do what he usually does to me. I opened his dhoti to witness his cock. At that moment, it was soft, small, and just sitting there despite all I did to get him aroused.
Meanwhile, he was in a deep meditative trance. Extending my hand, I touched his penis. I squeezed, stroked it with my fingers, and played around. Still, he didn’t get an erection. This bothered me. I leaned in to suck that thing. Still nothing!
Moving back, I asked, “Father, what is happening?”
He didn’t open his eyes but just spoke, “It’s not getting hard anymore.”
“Since when?”
“Since the last week. Once when you were not around, I pleasured myself. I came very hard, but since then, it is not growing.”
“Is this why you went away for a week?”
“Yes. I was hoping to get it cured. Nothing worked. My doctor said nothing will.”
His eyes were still shut, but a tear came out of his eye and rolled down his cheek.
“Since I can’t satisfy you anymore, I can’t dictate where you get pleasure from.”
“Is that why you didn’t back me up last night?”
He didn’t say anything, just continued to cry silently. “Hopefully, those foreigners with their big white dicks would give you the pleasure I can’t.”
“Please don’t say that.” I, too, started crying and hugged him tightly.
I was going for a kiss on the lips, but he moved his face away. So we hugged instead. Remembering that memory, I opened my eyes to see what nasty things they had planned for me. As I looked, I could see only four in the front. The dude who kissed me was nowhere to be seen.
Then I heard him whisper, “Please don’t take this the wrong way. It’s just a part of our role-playing game.”
Saying this, he dug his hand inside my blouse from behind and ripped it apart in one clean move. Not just the blouse, he broke the bra strap with it. Without them, my back was exposed for the foreigner to feast his eyes and run his fingers from top to bottom.
This was just the beginning. All the men came towards me and then aggressively broke and tore anything still on my body. They made sure that I won’t get hurt. But by the time they were done, some of my jewellery and all of my clothes were in shreds.
Based on what I was told, they were 10 lac worth of stuff on my body destroyed in minutes to get them excited. Excited they were as the two of them popped out their erection and gave them in my hand. I was stripped except for my green bangles, red bindi, sindoor on my forehead, and my old mangalsutra.
Basically, they left all those indicators that would remind them that they are fucking a married woman.
Coincidentally there was a full-length mirror nearby in which I saw a reflection of my naked body. Seeing myself naked and surrounded by foreigners gave me a rush of embarrassment. Instinctively I covered my private parts with my hands.
“I don’t want to do this.”
This is what I said two hours ago when we were on the way to the farmhouse. My husband was driving the car, and I sat next to him.
“This is wrong. This is very wrong, and you know it.”
“Doesn’t matter. We made a commitment. We can’t turn back now. Just think about what they are promising us. They are not just giving us a huge amount of money. You doing this favour will guarantee me a permanent job in the company for life.”
“Vikram won’t allow this. My son won’t allow this. I’m calling him.”
“Don’t bother. He won’t pick up the phone.”
“What makes you say that?”
“That’s because he didn’t go on a college trip. There is no college trip. I gave him some money to spend the long weekend in Goa. So I can say with a hundred per cent guarantee that he is not thinking about his mother right now.”
I felt betrayed by all my three husbands. You would think that having three lovers in the same house would prevent me from seeking lovers outside. But that night, I did. At that point, I had no reason to resist.
Before, I felt I was cheating on my current lovers by having sex with foreigners. But if they don’t care about me, I don’t care about them anymore.
I was thinking about how boldly my son lied to my face. My husband tapped on my thigh, saying, “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I’ll be there watching throughout the presentation.”
My husband was constantly watching, yet he didn’t do anything to stop them. Why would he? Every dick that slapped against my skin guaranteed him; a promotion, salary hike, job security, additional bonuses, and a lifetime of ‘you owe me one’ to his bosses.
The guy who kissed me took the lead. He removed the hand covering my pussy and then gently stuck it in. I must be honest. Compared to Indians, their dicks were bigger. Although this only made them lazy to pleasure me differently during foreplay.
I had surrendered to my urges and was actively participating in the orgy. One man penetrated my pussy and got me off my feet. The only things I had to maintain balance were the two dicks, one in each hand. I was still losing balance while stroking their cocks.
That’s when another guy came from behind and sandwiched me in between. Initially, the one behind rubbed his erections between my butt cheeks. But then he sought an opportunity and went anal. That’s when I screamed out loud the first time.
I was so loud that the fifth guy, far away, just checking his phone, fell off his chair. They got me all hot and sweaty while pleasuring my holes in various positions.
“Be as loud as you want, baby. There is nobody here to disturb us.”
The men took turns and fucked me in till midnight. I didn’t even realize when they turned the camera on again and started filming me. I enjoyed the sex because I didn’t have to worry about being caught. I moaned, screamed, and yelled as I did when I once sat on a roller-coaster.
Throughout the sex, I don’t know why. They called me India. Perhaps they didn’t bother to learn my name. We fucked and fucked and fucked. Then all five of them circled me, staring at their watches. They stroked their cocks in sync while counting down.
Then exactly at the point of climax, they spoke, “At the stroke of midnight, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom.”
I was bathed in their semen, feeling all sweaty and sticky. Although they came, I wasn’t satisfied yet. So I tried grabbing a man’s dick, the only one still hard.
“Look at that. This woman is still horny. You like this kinky stuff, don’t you?”
“I did this for money.”
“Of course,” said the guy whose dick I was holding. This was the same and only guy who kissed me on my lips, “That’s how prostitution works.”
“What! I’m not a prostitute. I did this because my husband asked me to.”
“Wait a minute,” interrupted the other guy, “That guy is your husband?” said he pointing at Ranbir, who was still outside trying to deal with his blue balls situation.
“Yes.”
They were surprised as if it was news to them. Suddenly guy holding me was filled with guilt. He stopped me from stroking his cock and said, “We are sorry you had to go through this. I hope we didn’t make you do anything against your will?”
“No,” I replied. Although that would be a lie had he asked me before we began, I invited them to fuck me by the end. All five surrounded me, blocking the view of Ranbir. They spoke,
“It’s true we asked for a married woman.”
“That’s because we are into MILFs.”
“But we expected a widow or a divorcee who has sex to earn money she desperately needs to run her house.”
“We didn’t think that asshole would pimp his own wife.”
All spoke to me in unison, “We are very sorry.”
At that moment, I did not understand what to think. How could my husband go this low for his selfish gain? I wondered, “Does he even deserve to be my husband?”
“If there is anything we can do to fix the situation?”
“Actually, there is,” I said, looking at them, “The money you promised my husband, can you transfer it to me?”
“Done,” said a guy with a phone in hand, “That’ll be 50 lac, right?”
“Fifty!” I was shocked to hear the amount.
“Yes, that was the decided amount. Send me your account number, and I’ll transfer it immediately.”
The deal was done, and we shook over it. By shook, I mean they made me stroke their cocks a bit before they got dressed. They had to catch their international flight at 5 am. I got the money transferred. Meanwhile, I stayed naked, still soaked in cum.
Before they stepped outside, Ranbir barged in. He confidently said, “With all due respect, sirs, I don’t want your damn money. Not at the cost of my wife.”
“We are not giving you any money,” said a guy walking past my husband.
“All the money goes to Anchal,” said another as he walked out.
“She is an independent woman now, free of your control.”
“You no longer own her.”
The final one simply gave Ranbir the broken mangalsutra that was no longer around my neck. There was nothing else to say.
“Anything else, madam?” asked the final guy.
“I want this house. To mark my independence,” I said confidently.
“Done,” he uttered, simply taking my ex-husband with him.
Once they all were gone, I stepped inside the bathroom for a hot steamy shower. The soapy water rid me of the English cum and sexual excitement that came with it. That’s when a mix of emotions hit me hard. I was angry at Ranbir for using me.
I was sad that my other two husbands betrayed me. I became scared to realize that I was all alone. I couldn’t tell I was crying because the shower water washed them away, even when tears came out of my eyes.
It took a whole year to get a grip on this massive lifestyle change. I suddenly became an independent woman that night and didn’t know what to do with it. Fortunately, I had my British friends to guide me.
They helped me come up with a business idea. They helped me execute it, handle my finances, divorce, and new life.
One day my son Vikram came to me. I was sitting on my lawn, going through some business papers. He begged me to forgive him. He fell on my knees and wouldn’t let go. He cried and cried until I said,
“If you seek forgiveness, then you should earn it.”
He realized what I was talking about but was misguided. He climbed up and went for my lips. Before they touched, I stopped him saying, “No, you need to earn it,” I said, pointing down.
“Really, here, with people around?”
“Is that a problem?”
“Nope,” he said and then quickly crawled inside my sari and started licking my pussy. I won’t lie. It felt good to feel his tongue after a very long time. He continued to pleasure me until my secretary told me I had my next meeting in ten minutes.
“Okay, that’s enough. Leave something for the next time.”
I made him stop and then stand up. Before he left, Vikram looked at me and said, “I’m sorry for whatever happened to you. I just need to tell you something about your rich friends.”
He waited for my secretary to walk away and whispered, “These rich and powerful friends of yours love to ruin long-running marriages using their power. They manipulated your husband just like they manipulated you.”
“He is no longer my husband,” I said to him, “Also, even if what you say is true, it does not change the fact that your father made me do those things that night.”
Looking close, I could see my vaginal juice on his face. “Clean your face before you leave.”
He took a cloth out of his pocket and wiped his face. It was not a handkerchief but my underwear he removed a few minutes back. When he tried giving it to me, I pulled my hand back and said, “Keep it. Next time bring your own.”
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