This happened a day prior to new year. We were not having any grand celebrations plan as I had too much of work to cover over that week. We were just planning to go to a resort nearby where they had dinner and DJ planned. Richa wasn’t too happy but she was aware of my work pressure and uncertainty on whether we would be really able to go or not, so she agreed. So I had gone to office that day quite early and Richa too left around 9am. It was a routine day as we had couple of calls and exchange of messages where she was specifically interested in knowing if I would get free tomorrow or not. And I wasn’t any nice to her until late afternoon. She received a call from Imran at around 4pm. Now, his calls really makes her nervous! She almost instantly stepped out of her work area and rushed to break out so she could speak to him. She knew he doesn’t like waiting a lot so she answered the call as she walked over.

Imran: What time are you leaving home today? Need 2-3 hours this evening.

Richa: Hello..umm…nothing planned…maybe will leave around 6pm. Why?

Imran: Good! Tell your hubby you will reach home around 9 and leave the office at 5pm. I will pick you up.

Before Richa could say a word, the phone was disconnected. She felt very annoyed for a second, but only for a second, the next moment her mind was in a trance. She knew there was no option of calling back and negotiate with Imran, he could convince her for almost everything. Part of her was already thrilled as she wanted something interesting in the last two days of the year and I wasn’t any supportive in that. Without spending a moment, she rushed to her desk and started wrapping up her work. She didn’t bother to call me but just sent a message that she would be reaching home late as she is going out with a friend. I was quite occupied to call back or inquire either. So I just responded her to be safe. The hour went past quite quickly for her as she finished her work and rushed to toilet to get ready to leave with the devil. She was in a simple kurta and leggins with inner inside. She wasn’t too sure about how Imran would respond to it but hardly had any option. She didn’t have to think a lot as Imran had reached her office and sent her a text to come down. Richa responded positive and started rushing down. She wasn’t told where they were heading; she had a few nervous moments as the elevator reached the last floor and she stepped out. Imran was in the driver seat in his car. She opened the door and loaded herself in the front seat besides him.

“Hey..thanks for coming! Mr. Patil has asked for you (Patil saab ne bulaya hai tuze)!”, he declared almost instantly as he groped her breasts right in front of her own office. She didn’t react but just tried to cover the view. After all she didn’t want to be seen treated that way in front of her office staff. But Imran was least bothered as he moved closer to her trying to kiss and press her boobs harder. Richa was in really awkward position but could hardly do anything to stop him as he rolled her dress over and loosened her bra. He pinched her nipples hard, really hard until she screamed and then regained his position instantly. Richa hurriedly covered herself and assumed her position. Imran started the ignition and the car gained momentum quickly. It was close to rush traffic hours but the roads were comparatively less crowded with vehicles. Imran didn’t say a word or touched her but just kept driving.

“So where are we going?”, Richa asked to break the frightening silence.

“Mr. Patil’s house (Patil saab ke ghar)”, was the only reply from Imran. Richa was irritated, she wanted to know the details but he didn’t provide any. She so much wanted to ask as to who were coming and was he going to stay or will he just drop her there. What did Patil saab really want? But there was no way to get those answers. She knew Imran didn’t like being questions a lot.

“Is Mr. Patil home today? (Patil saab aaj ghar pe hain kaam pe nahi?)”, she tried to ask something to break the silence.

“Yes, (haan)”, was the only reply from Imran. It frustrated her further but she remained quiet. She spent some time watching the traffic and how Imran was smartly maneuvering his vehicle through it. As they were reaching his house, she was becoming somewhat nervous.

“Would you be aorund? (Aap rukne wale hai kya?)”, she asked Imran. He didn’t answer instantly. When they stopped at a signal, he pulled her closer violently and spitted on her face.

“Don’t ask too many questions. I will pick you up around 8 and drop you home. Do you understand? (Bahot sawal mat puchho. Mein tumhe 8 baje yaahse ghar tak chhod dunga)”, Imran spoke dominantly. My poor wife, she licked the saliva off her face and nodded in agreement. So she was going to be alone with Mr Patil for more than 2 hours. She knew it would be some sex along with kinky things like he did last time around. She was preparing herself mentally. They were few kilimeters away from his home when Imran stopped at another signal. This time he simply pushed his hand inside and kneaded her breasts hard. Richa instantly contracted her body in pain but remained relatively quiet. She could see the guy on the bike next to their car watching with wide eyes the action. He sure seemed excited and kept staring at her even when the car started. They soon reached the complex and the apartment where Mr Patil lived. Imran unlocked the car and indicated Richa to step out.

“I don’t want to hear any complaints! Make sure he is happy! (Muze koi shikayat nahi ani chahiye! Patil saab ko khush rakhna hai, samazi na?)”, Imran spoke as Richa was stepping out. She nodded in agreement and walked towards the apartment lobby. The watchman didn’t recognize her and called up the intercom to confirm letting her go. She had butterflies in her stomach as she reached the floor and was about to ring the bell. For a moment, she felt like running away but then she told herself that Imran wanted this and proceeded with the plan.

“Tringggggggggg”, Richa ranged the doorbell.

The door opened within a minute but what she saw inside literally stunned her. Mr. Patil didn’t open the door, instead there was another man who did and she couldn’t locate Mr. Patil inside the room when she glanced. She was least prepared for this and didn’t know how to react. Her nervousness was visible on her face and her body gesture, she was about to turn back and run away.

“Bola, kon pahije? (Yes? who do you want to meet?)”, the man at the door asked her.

“Patil saab (Mr. Patil)”, my wife barely managed to speak.

“Kya kaam hai? (What do you want?)”, the man asked with relatively calm face.

There was no way Richa could answer that question honestly. She was made to visit a man who she hardly knew anything about. The meeting was set up by another stranger man who didn’t tell her anything than indicating she was going to be screwed there. But she had found herself in front of another man who was asking her the purpose of her visit. Richa knew she was in difficult position but she took a deep breath and then spoke.

“Patil saab ne muze ghar bulaya tha! Unka kuch kaam tha. Imran sir ne muze aisa message diya (Mr. Patil wanted me to visit his home. Mr. Imran Sir told me to visit his place), she spoke calmly.

“Agar wo ghar pe nahi hai to mein baad mein ati hoon (If he is not home, I will come later)”, Richa continued and pulled out her phone to call Imran and tell him about this.

“Ek minute! Aap baitho idhar, mein call karta hoon unko! (Please wait here, I will call Mr. Patil to check)”, the man said while pointing to a chair near his door. Richa waited there just stepping inside but the door was still open. The man already called Mr. Patil from his cell phone and spoke something in a softer tone. Richa could see the devilish smile appearing on his face and she got worried for a moment.

The man proved her fear to be true as he quickly disconnected the phone and moved towards Richa. He put his hand around her and dragged her inside to close the door. Her nervousness only increased when she saw another man stepping out from inside into the living room but Mr. Patil was still not to be seen. Richa was almost shivering when the man (Mr. Tawde as he was introduced later) came forward and grabbed her. He didn’t bother for even a “high or hello” and got into kissing Richa’s face straight away. Although this was more convenient for Richa instead of having that uncomfortable conversation, she was relatively worried of what Imran was turning her into. She was asked by Imran to entertain his friend and instead she was being taken up by that person’s unknown friends. Before Richa could conclude her thinking though, her mouth was spread open by Tawde ji and he started sucking her tongue while Rathod ji (the other man) got busy into pressing her assets downwards. As with most of the other men, Tawde and Rathod were excited to have someone as beautiful and well-endowed liked Richa to have under them. It was quite visible in the first 5 minutes when they were very untidy with her. She was pulled and stretched, mauled and groped, kissed and licked, basically manhandled. She didn’t react but was definitely uncomfortable especially with the way her dressed was pulled off. She had nothing spare with her and she couldn’t offer to undress herself, so she could only pray that they don’t tear her clothes off. And it seems it was heard; as the doorbell rang. She quickly adjusted her clothes before Tawde ji opened the door.

“Ajun chalu nahi zalat tumhi? Kapde pan nahi kadhlet? (How come you haven’t yet started enjoying her body? She is still not naked)”, Patil saab enquired as he entered the house staring at Richa. It didn’t amaze her as she knew what was in store for her. She just wanted it to get over in time and without much damage. The trio burst into laughter as Mr. Patil settled in while Rathod ji moved back close to Richa. He stretched her arms up and started removing her kurta. Richa didn’t protest and was semi naked in front of 3 strangers one more time as he quickly unhooked her bra and pulled her closer. He quickly engrossed in sucking her big melons that were totally exposed. It must have driven him wild as he quickly got into sucking and biting her nipples and kneading her other breast with his hand while his other palm was stretching her mouth open. There was so much force that she couldn’t stand and fell down on sofa. Rathod ji followed her all over destroying her breasts completely. Richa was definitely in pain but couldn’t even moan with his palm stuffing her mouth. Her eyes were pleading but no one bothered to look at her. Mr. Patil quickly changed into a short pant and joined his friends outside while Tawde ji was waiting for him to join.

“Kuthe shodhlis re? ekdum piklela maal ahe! (Where did you find her man? Classy ripped babe!)”, Tawde ji exclaimed to his friend. “Arey tya Imran chya olkhichi ahe, tyane ch anli mazya kade gelya veli. solid maal ahe zavayla! (Imran knows her. he brought her here. Believe me she is a treat to screw!)”, Mr. Patil responded to Tawde ji. They both laughed as Rathod ji nodded in agreement to his comments. Richa could understood their comments but was more worried about the byte marks Rathod ji was leaving in and around her breasts and cleavage. He was tormenting her breasts and Richa didn’t resist thinking it could be too early. It was encouraging him to go harder and she could only hope he melts down. “Ratra bhar ahe ka hee? (Is she going to stay whole night?)”, asked Tawde ji. “Thevun ghe re ek ratra tari! (Man, please make her stay atleast a night!)”, responded Rathod ji in between all the kissing and biting. Mr. Patil smiled knowing that his friends were quite pleased with Richa’s body. “Aan jara tila ikde, vicharu ya tila ch! (Bring her here; let us ask her if she can stay!)”, exclaimed Mr. Patil to his friends. Mr. Rathod quickly acknowledged and dragged Richa over to sofa where Mr. Patil and Mr. Tawde were sitting. She was first passed to Mr. Tawde who gave her a byte just around her waist before passing over to Mr. Patil. “Kadh …chaddi kadh tichi! (Pull her salwars down man!)”, Mr. Patil asked his friend and passed Richa back to him. Tawdeji didn’t waste a minute and untied her salwar first. Richa was now left in the panty only. As soon as her salwar was pulled out, both her butt cheaks were slapped hard. “Hee pan kadhu na? (Shall I take the panty off too?)”, Mr. Tawde asked and quickly pulled her panty down once Mr. Patil nodded. Mr. Tawde was quick to touch her cunt and laughed loudly announcing, “thodi oli ahe re saali…raand ahe pakki! (Damn, she is slight wet guys….no wonder she is a slut!)”. Richa couldn’t help as her body betrayed her.

Mr. Patil now proudly pulled her on his lap. He spread her legs around his legs and made her sit down. “Imran mhanala mala….ek number chi raand ahe ti….kahi hi karu shakta tumhi tuchya sobat! (Imran mentioned to me….she is a big time whore….you can do literally anything and she cooperates!)”, he announced.

“Aahes na raand? (Aren’t you a big time whore?)”, Mr. Patil this time asked my wife in an authoritive tone. Richa could understand his question but couldn’t answer, instead she just lowered her gaze. This time she got a tight slap across her face by Mr. Patil that made her fumble. Mr. Rathod supported her from falling and when she was stepping up again on Mr. Patil’s lap, she was slapped again on her butts by both Mr. Tawde and Mr. Rathod. She moaned a bit in pain when it was repeated equally hard.

“Prashna vicharla ki tyache uttar dyayche….samajla ka raand? (When you’re asked a question…you have to provide an answer. Do you understand that, you whore bitch?)”, Mr. Rathod spoke this time trying to establish his authority. When Richa continued looking down, she was slapped one more time by Mr. Rathod. “To kay bol la te kalale ka?(Did you understand what he said?)”, shouted Mr. Tawde. “Marathi kalta ka re bhadvi la? (Does she understand Marathis?)”, Mr. Rathod asked Mr. Patil. No response from her infuriated Mr. Patil further and he unleashed a second strong slap on the other side of her face and asked her, “Bolnar ki nahi?(Won’t you talk?)”.

“Haan! (Yes!)”, my wife responded fairly quick this time. They all smiled at this. Richa knew it was just the beginning of her degradation for the reminder of time. But she tried to stay calm and composed to ensure there weren’t any complaints to Imran.

“Ata bol….ratra bhar thambnar ka tu? (Tell us if you can stay overnight?)”, asked Mr. Patil.

“Nahi…ghar jana hai….Imran Sir ne bola tha ki wo 8:30 baje yahan se pick karenge. (No. I need to go home. Imran Sir said he will pick me up at 8:30)”, my wife answered instantly.

“kuthun aliye kuthun hee?(Where does she come from?)”, asked Mr. Rathod.

Before Richa could answer, Mr. Patil responded to him. “Imran la bus madhe bhetli ekda. To mhanala ki patkan zavayla tayaar zali. Ani fakta zavat nahi…sagla kahi gupchup karun dete… ek divashi mazya kade gheun ala hota… me zavun ghetla ani nantar gaand vagaire pan chatun ghetli… Aaj mala tiche boche and mummay fodun kadhayche ahet….baghu kiti sahan karte te…. Imran bol la ahe…bindhas foda mhanun. (Imran met her in a bus once while travelling. He said she was an easy prey, agreed to screw easily. He has tried her not just for screwing but a lot of other things too and she cooperates without resistance. When Imran brought her here last time, I first screwed her hard and then had her lick my body, even my asshole and she did well. Today I am going to taste her pain quotient. Imran said I could try anything. I am going to try spanking her bums and breasts.)”. Richa could see both Mr. Tawde and Mr. Rathod was awestruck hearing what Mr. Patil said. But she was more worried knowing his intentions.

Mr. Patil continued, “Rahayla….XXXX madhe ahe…ani changli nokri pan ahe…XXXX madhe….mahit nahi kasha kay randi giri karayla tayar zali….Imran la manle pahije! (She stays in XXXX and has a good job too. She work in XXXX company. I wonder how this sluttiness was discovered. Kudos to Imran!),” Richa could understand it but the laughter that followed Mr. Patil’s words humiliated her even further. The conversation and information about my wife’s background probably encounraged the men more.

Mr. Tawde pushed the center table beside and dragged Richa down to floor and made her sit on her knees facing him. He had poured some water for himself in a glass that he was sipping. He asked Richa, “Mag…jar Imran mhanala tar ratra bhar rahshil na ithe? (So, if Imran asks you to spend the night here. Would you?)”. Before Richa could react he threw the water from his glass onto her face wildly. It struck Richa hard but she managed to answer, “Nahi Sir, mushkil hai. Maine ghar pe bataya nahi hai. (No sir, it would be difficult as I have informed home that I will return by 9)”. As soon as she finished, Mr. Rathod slapped her bums from behind. “Chup saali! (Shut up you bitch!)”, he shouted in a relatively angrier tone. Richa was really getting worried at this but then she was pulled over by Mr. Patil again. He spitted on face and pulled her closer. He started smothering her face with his saliva and spoke, “Jau de salya no. aaj tumhi patkan zavun ghya ani me zodun ghetto. Mag next time Imran la sangu apan…jar aaj mazaa ali tar!(Come on you rascals. Spare her this time. But never mind… we will still cover your screwing and my spanking. We will ask Imran for longer duration next time….offcourse based on how she performs today!)”.

Richa sensed a tough few hours but was much relieved to hear Patil saab.

Richa sensed a tough few hours but was much relieved to know that she was going home. As she tried to settle in Mr. Patil’s lap, he pressed a finger over her clit and then violently pushed it inside her tunnel followed by 2 more fingers. Richa jerked in pain and tried to hold his neck for support but was quickly slapped hard on her butts by both of the other men. She fumbled and slipped from his lap to the floor. She quickly got on her knees facing Mr. Patil. This time Mr. Tawde pushed his hand between her legs from behind and searched her clit. He tried to pull her towards him by using his finger as a hook pressed into her pussy. Richa moved closer to him to avoid being pulled roughly as he continued exploring her tunnel using his thick finger. He too followed his friend and tried pushing more fingers into her while his other hand kneaded her breasts equally rough. As she struggled through his tormenting, she was quickly passed on to Rathod ji. He pulled her legs in his laps and spread them to expose her womanhood and tried to mimic his friends by playing with her clit and pussy. But then he went a bit further and asked his two friends to spread her legs really wide and started giving some strong slaps on her widely opened love triangle. Richa was almost stretched in 120 degrees with her each leg pulled by Tawde ji and Patil saab and she had to support herself by balancing on her hands while her groin was completely at Mr. Rathod’s mercy. These guys were really testing my wife. Richa shuddered and cried in pain as Rathod ji gave her some really strong slaps on her inner thighs, clit and even pussy lips. He too had his 2-3 fingers enjoying the journey of my wife’s love tunnel. After some long 5-10 minutes, they spared her for couple of minutes to allow her gather herself. Richa quickly tried to soothe herself by giving a quick massage but the pain was quite high.