Hello friends, my name is Rohan, and I work in a software company in Mumbai. I’m 30 years old, average-looking, and hardworking. Two years ago, I married Priya, a stunningly sexy girl. At 28, she’s 5.7 feet tall, fair, with a figure of 32-28-34 that can drive anyone crazy. We loved each other deeply, and our life was full of joy. But one incident turned everything upside down, and I’m sharing this painful story with you today because it’s weighing heavy on my heart.
It was December 31st, and my office was hosting a big New Year’s Eve party. All employees’ families were invited. Around 7 PM, we started getting ready. Priya wore a black saree, so thin it hugged her curves perfectly. Her deep-neck black blouse showed off her back and cleavage, making her look irresistibly hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I felt proud but also a bit jealous, thinking everyone would stare at her. I brushed it off, telling myself she’s my wife, and I should feel lucky.
We reached the party around 8 PM. The place was buzzing—lights, music, and people laughing and chatting. I introduced Priya to my colleagues, then took her to meet my department boss, Nitin. Nitin, 35, tall and cunning, is the kind of guy who always has a dirty eye on women. I never liked him, but as my boss, I had to deal with him. When I introduced Priya, his eyes lit up. He started showering her with compliments, saying, “Wow, Priya, you’re so beautiful. Your smile could stop anyone in their tracks.” Priya blushed, giggled, and said, “Thank you, sir, you’re quite charming too.” Her response annoyed me, but I stayed quiet.
Soon, a colleague called me over to talk. I left Priya there and went to chat. From a distance, I saw her laughing and talking with Nitin, tossing her hair and smiling brightly. It pissed me off. She was getting too comfortable with him, and Nitin was eating it up, laughing loudly at her every word. I controlled my anger, knowing he’s my boss, but the jealousy was burning inside. After a bit, I called Priya over, and we went to eat. I noticed she was unusually happy, her eyes sparkling. I asked, “What’s up? Why are you so happy? What was Nitin saying?” She laughed it off, “Nothing, just random stuff. He was joking around.”
We ate, had some drinks, and I kept an eye on Nitin. He was constantly staring at Priya, his eyes lingering on her saree, tracing her curves. It made my blood boil. By midnight, the New Year began, and everyone was wishing each other, dancing to loud music. Priya said, “I’m going to the washroom.” I nodded, “Okay, come back soon.” Ten minutes passed, and she didn’t return. I got worried and went to look for her. She wasn’t in the washroom or anywhere else. Then I spotted her on the dance floor, dancing with Nitin. They were close, her hand on his shoulder, both laughing like old friends. I was furious.
I marched over and said, “What are you doing here? I was looking everywhere for you, worried sick. Why didn’t you come back to me?” Priya giggled, “Relax, Rohan. Nitin sir asked me to stay. We were just dancing.” I snapped, “Let’s go.” She didn’t get why I was upset. A few minutes later, she followed me. I said, “I want to go home.” She agreed, and we left.
At home, she asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you so angry? What did I do?” I said, “Why were you so cozy with Nitin? Dancing and laughing like that?” She rolled her eyes, “What’s the big deal? You have a problem, you should’ve said earlier. Why are you overreacting?” I said, “Fine, do whatever you want.” We fought, and she said, “Rohan, you’re making a fuss over nothing. Nitin sir was just being friendly.” I didn’t buy it but dropped it and went to bed.
The next day at the office, Nitin called me to his cabin. He asked, “Hey, is Priya okay?” I said, “Yes, sir.” He smirked, “Your wife is stunning, man.” I was annoyed but said, “Thanks, sir.” He laughed, “You’re one lucky guy, Rohan. Not everyone gets a wife like that.” His tone felt off, like he was hinting at something dirty. I left, feeling uneasy.
Back home, I noticed Priya’s behavior had changed. She wasn’t her loving self anymore. She snapped at me over small things and was always glued to her phone. I thought maybe she was busy looking for a job, so I didn’t think much of it. One day, she called me at work, excited, “Rohan, I got a job!” I was thrilled and asked, “Where?” She said, “In a company.” I didn’t press for details, just congratulated her.
But soon, she changed completely. She became distant, barely talking to me. One Saturday, I said, “Let’s go watch a movie.” She replied, “Not today, let’s go tomorrow. I’m going shopping with a friend.” I said, “Fine.” As she got ready, I picked up her phone and saw a message: “Baby, come quick, I’m waiting.” It was from someone named Neetu. I asked, “Who’s this?” She laughed, “Oh, that’s my friend. Don’t worry.” I laughed it off, but something felt wrong.
The next day, Sunday, we went to watch a movie. She seemed happy but distracted. On Monday, back at the office, Nitin called me again. He said, “Rohan, don’t mind, but can I take Priya to a movie someday?” I was stunned. “What are you saying, sir?” He smirked, “Straight talk, I like your wife. I want her. I’ll make you senior manager and double your salary in return.” I was livid. “Enough, sir. I’m your employee, not your servant. Don’t even think about my wife.”
He laughed loudly. “Chill, Rohan. You know what? Priya works at my friend’s company. She likes me a lot. She satisfies me. She’s been mine several times. If you want proof, come to my farmhouse tomorrow evening. I’ll show you.” I grabbed his collar, “Don’t talk shit about my Priya. I’ll kill you.” He said, “Stop the drama. Come tomorrow, see her true colors.” I said, “Fine, I’ll come. If this is a lie, it’ll be your last day, Nitin.”
I was torn between anger and doubt but didn’t tell Priya anything. The next day, she went to her office, and I stayed home. At 5 PM, Nitin called, “Come to my farmhouse. Watch your wife get fucked.” I thought he was trying to trap me, but I went. The farmhouse was a bit outside Mumbai. I reached by 6 PM.
Nitin opened the door and said, “Go to the garden, look into my room from there.” I went to the garden, heart pounding. The room was empty. Nitin made a call, probably to Priya. Ten minutes later, she walked in. My eyes filled with tears. She sat on Nitin’s lap. He said, “My darling, you look so sexy today. I’m gonna eat you up.” Priya laughed, “Nitin sir, you’ve been eating me for three months. When will you stop?” My mind went blank.
Nitin said, “You naughty slut, got a 60,000 salary and became my wife. You give me your pussy whenever I want. Your body is fucking amazing.” Priya blushed and giggled. He pushed her onto the bed, started kissing her lips hungrily. Priya, as if drunk on lust, tore off his shirt. Nitin pulled off her top, then her jeans. She was in a black bra and panties, her curves glistening under the dim light. He unhooked her bra, and her boobs bounced free. He slapped them lightly, making them jiggle. Priya moaned, “Aahhh… oohhh… sir, I’m your randi. Slap me harder… please…”
I stood outside, frozen, watching my wife. Nitin kissed her mouth, pulling her hair. Priya licked his chest like a wild animal. Then his phone rang. Another man walked in—Jay. Priya laughed, “Jay sir, you’re here?” Nitin said, “Jay, your randi was missing you.” Priya burst out laughing. I realized Jay, Nitin’s friend and the company owner, was also fucking her.
Jay ripped off her panties. Priya was fully naked now. Nitin grabbed her boobs, sucking and biting her nipples. Priya moaned, “Oohhh… Nitin sir… bite them harder… make my nipples red…” Jay knelt down, his tongue sliding over her pussy lips. He licked slowly, teasing her clit, then pushed his tongue deep inside. Priya screamed, “Uff… Jay sir… my choot is so wet… lick it more… aahhh…” Jay sucked her pussy like a starving man, making loud slurping sounds. Priya’s legs trembled. Nitin squeezed her ass, slapping it hard. She gasped, “Yes… spank my gaand… make it red… oohhh…”
They devoured her body. Her boobs, nipples, neck, stomach, and pussy were covered in bite marks and red from their roughness. Jay made her kneel. Both dropped their pants. Their cocks were hard, about 7 inches, thick and veiny. Priya grabbed Nitin’s cock, sucking it like a lollipop. “Mmm… sir, so thick… aahhh…” She stroked it, then moved to Jay’s cock, sucking it deep. Jay groaned, “Suck it, you slut… take it all in…” Nitin fingered her pussy, “Look, Jay, this bitch is dripping wet.”
Priya was in a frenzy, “Please… don’t tease me… put your cock in my choot… oohhh… I can’t take it…” Nitin pinched her boobs, Jay fingered her ass. She screamed, “Aahhh… fuck my gaand too… both of you fuck me…” Nitin laid her on the bed, rubbing his cock on her wet pussy. Priya begged, “Put it in, sir… please… my choot is burning…” He thrust hard, his cock sliding deep. Priya screamed, “Aahhh… uff… so big… tear my choot…” The room filled with thap-thap sounds as he fucked her hard. Her pussy was so wet, it made squelching fap-fap noises. Jay shoved his cock in her mouth, “Suck it, randi… take it deep…”
They switched positions. Jay made her bend over like a doggy. He rubbed his cock on her tight asshole. “Your gaand is so tight, slut.” He pushed in slowly. Priya cried, “Oohhh… aieee… Jay sir, slow… my gaand will tear…” He thrust harder, thap-thap-thap echoing loudly. Nitin fingered her pussy from below, “This bitch loves it.” Priya moaned, “Harder… fuck my gaand… I’m your randi… aahhh…”
Nitin lifted her, fucking her pussy while she sat on his lap, bouncing wildly. “Uff… so deep… my choot’s gonna burst… oohhh…” Jay pinned her against the wall, fucking her standing up. Her legs shook, “Please… harder… make my choot a bhosda…” Nitin sucked her boobs, biting her nipples till they were red. Priya was drenched in sweat, exhausted but lost in lust.
Finally, Nitin came in her pussy, Jay in her ass. Priya lay naked between them, panting heavily. It was 9 PM. Nitin signaled me to come inside, but I couldn’t. My heart was shattered. I quietly left, my mind numb. I reached home, but nothing made sense. I started hating Priya. But she didn’t care about my anger or silence. She drifted further away from me.