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How I Became a Little Slut

When Tarun, my husband, and I graduated from Mumbai University, we moved back to his home town Pune where he joined his father’s family business. I knew he would be a success. Tarun had a winning way with people. And I knew *we* would be a success because I planned to manage Tarun, our money, and our family. Managing Tarun included using sex to *bend* him to my ways. Fortunately, Tarun liked pleasing me, so I rarely denied him.

Tarun found us a great duplex to rent at Law College Road. It was larger than an apartment of equal rent and had a nice back yard. The owners, Bhaskar and Anushka, lived in the other unit and were long time friends of Tarun.

When we moved in, Anushka immediately came over to greet us. She brought beer, soft drinks, and a freshly baked cake. She gave me a hearty hug, which I dislike from people I’ve just met, and hugged my husband even harder. She was an earthy, big-breasted, untroubled woman with a broad smile as if she didn’t have a care in the world. I took an immediate dislike to her.

A little before lunch, Bhaskar appeared, bearing pav bhajjis, fries, and soft drinks. He was a big, hearty man. Like his wife, he had a laid back attitude and a big grin. I didn’t like him either. I immediately thought living next to them was going to be a mistake. I did *not* want my husband infected with their relaxed ways.

It was me against them. A war began. A *war* for my dominance over my husband and control of my marriage. I used every trick I knew, every wile I had. But on the fourth Saturday after we moved in, I told Tarun he simply could *not* play teen patti with Bhaskar and two of their other friends. He scowled and walked out without saying a word.

We were having golgappas with Bhaskar and Anushka that night, which we did every Saturday night. We would lounge around in their back yard, talk, and maybe play scrabble or watch a video after dinner. When Tarun came home from playing FIFA about four, I coldly informed him we were not going to Bhaskar and Anushka’s for dinner. He said we were. I told him if he went, I was *leaving* him.

“Maybe that’s for the best. You really don’t give a damn about me,” he said. There were tears in his eyes, but not in mine. I expected him to crater and obey me, but he went out the back door and over to their flat.

I gave him twenty minutes to come back home before I marched over to their unit. I was seething with anger. I threw open their door without knocking and barged into their living room. Bhaskar, Anushka, and Tarun were sitting and talking.

“Tarun, I *insist* you come home this instant,” I said churlishly.

“God, what a *bitch*!” Anushka said.

“What did you call me?” I said. I was completely surprised she had said that.

Anushka sprang off the couch to confront me. She said, “You’re a *bitch*. A spoiled, self-centred, manipulative, bitch!” Her eyes narrowed. “And a bitch gets her sweet ass *spanked* until she realizes the error of her ways.”

“How dare you,” I said. Before the words left my mouth, Bhaskar was behind me. He yanked my arms behind me to hold me in place as Anushka undid my shorts. She yanked my shorts and panties down my legs leaving me naked to their prying eyes.

“Help me, Tarun,” I said. He just smiled. Smiled in a way I’d never seen from him.

In an instant, Bhaskar was sitting down and I was face down over his lap with my naked bottom terribly exposed and vulnerable. Anushka undid my halter and let it drop to the floor. I was completely naked now. Anushka knelt in front of me so she could look me right in the face. She took my wrists in her hands to hold me. I never realized she was so strong.

Bhaskar’s giant paw swatted my bottom. I screamed but he didn’t stop. He swatted me again and again. Tarun was watching me without revealing his emotions. Anushka looked angry. And Bhaskar kept spanking me. He spanked me until tears ran down my face and my poor bottom burned and throbbed. But the burning and throbbing in my pussy seemed even worse. I never knew being spanked was such a turn on.

“Now, Bhaskar,” Anushka said.

Bhaskar’s finger drove up my cunt. Then two fingers. His knuckle pressed against my clitoris.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

He was going to make me *orgasm*, humiliate me with my own needs and desires, as my husband and his friends watched. I knew what was happening, but I could *not* stop myself.

“Stop,” Anushka commanded and Bhaskar’s fingers left me hanging on the edge of blessed relief.

“No! Please. No,” I whined.

“Beg your husband to fuck you,” Anushka ordered me.

“Please, Tarun. I need you to fuck me hard,” I said.

When Tarun stood and dropped his shorts, his hard cock popped into view. I’d *never* seen anything so wonderful. Bhaskar released me and I quickly lay on the floor with my knees up to welcome my husband into me. I came on his first hard, driving thrust up my pussy. And I kept coming. I came until I was exhausted and I felt Tarun’s cock stop, expand, and scald me with his spunk.

Tarun collapsed on me as we both caught out breath. Then he rolled off me but continued holding my hands over my head. I was looking up into his face when I felt a kiss on my pussy. He grabbed my chin, holding my head so I couldn’t see who it was. I could only look into his eyes.

“Just let it happen, Pam,” Tarun said lovingly but with a commanding finality I don’t think I’d heard him use before.

Hands lifted my legs, giving the person eating me better access. Those hands had nails. Long nails. I knew it was *Anushka* slurping Tarun’s spunk and making me tingle.

“She’s going to make me come again, Tarun,” I whispered.

“Good,” he said.

He kissed me, a long, hard but sweet, loving kiss like I hadn’t had in a while. When he broke the kiss, I orgasmed another time. I had *no* idea I could come this much. Anushka slithered up me, dragging her breasts up my body until we were face to face with out pussies rubbing each other. She kissed me. My first kiss from a woman.

“Tomorrow you’re *mine*,” she murmured.

She rolled off and Tarun pulled me to my feet. He jerked me toward the bedroom, hurrying me so much I stumbled. He pushed me on my back in the middle of Bhaskar and Anushka’s queen-sized bed, fell on me, and held my arms over my head. Quickly, Anushka and Bhaskar bound my arms that way. Tarun kissed me again, rolled off the bed, and stood looking down at me.

“Anushka and I are going back to our place for the night. Tonight, you *belong* to Bhaskar. He won’t put up with your manipulation like I have,” Tarun said.

He kissed me again and Anushka kissed me again before I watched them leave. Bhaskar was standing by the bed. I watched as he undressed. I knew he was a big man, barrel-chested with strong arms and legs. I discovered all of him was big. I discovered he didn’t take *no* from a woman. And, thankfully, I discovered he could fuck all night.

When I awakened Sunday morning, I was alone with my hands still tied over my head. My pussy was sore from the pounding it’d taken. My thighs were covered in come. I had four large hickies Bhaskar had given me. And I was more sexually satisfied then I believed possible.

But I needed to pee. “Help!” I called out.

In a moment, Anushka came in. She looked happy and rested. She unfastened my hands and helped me to my feet. I was so sore I could hardly walk. Somehow, I made it to the bathroom and peed. Anushka took my hand and led me outside to the patio. Tarun and Bhaskar were in the hot tub. I groaned as Anushka and the guys helped me enter the hot, swirling water. Tarun gave me a kiss, two aspirins, and a Coke to chase them down. Soon, the water was easing my pain.

“Now isn’t this more fun than manipulating,” Bhaskar asked with his ever present grin plastered on his face.

“Yes, it is,” I admitted. I looked at my husband and said, “I’m too sore to fuck, but I’ll suck you off if you want me to.”

“Tonight,” he replied. “Today you belong to Anushka.”

When I looked at Anushka, I saw she had a chain in her hand. She wrapped the chain around my neck, fastened it with a padlock so I was secure but couldn’t choke, and sat back holding the other end.

“Are you going to spank me again?” I asked Anushka.

“Do you need it?” she asked.

“No, but I might want it,” I said.

She kissed me hard while she mauled my breast. “Be a good little *slut* for me and I’ll do all sorts of fun things to you,” she said.


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