Aditi stood outside the heavy teak doors of Varun’s bungalow, her bare feet shifting on the cold marble porch. The weight of her husband’s words... "Do whatever he asks. He wil lfire me otherwise..." clung to her like the sweat beneath her cotton saree. The door creaked open before she could knock.

Varun leaned against the frame, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the dark trail of hair leading south. His gaze dragged over her, lingering on the swell of her hips, the nervous tremble of her fingers. "You took your time," he murmured, fingers curling around her wrist, pulling her inside.

The door clicked shut.

She expected words, negotiations, some semblance of pretense. Instead, Varun spun her around, her back slamming against the wall as his mouth crashed onto hers. His tongue forced its way past her lips, tasting of expensive whiskey and arrogance. His hands didn’t ask—they took. The pallu no longer protecting her modesty. The mangalsutra a reminder of the sin she was about to commit. His fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as he lifted her, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"Wait-"

He didn’t.

The first thrust tore a scream from her throat. Her nails scraped at his shoulders as he buried himself to the hilt, her body stretching around his thick cock. "This is what your husband sold you for," he growled against her ear, hips pistoning, each snap of his pelvis punishing. "Say thank you."

Tears streaked her cheeks, but her traitorous hips arched into him, her cunt pulsing around his length. "Th-th-" she managed before her brain decided that a moan was more appropriate. A few minutes later, she came, for the first time in her life, that too on her husband's boss's cock. Varun was not done. Spinning her around, bending her over, her shivered thighs did not slow him down. Pushing deeper and deeper into her as her lungs struggled to choose between breathing or moaning. She came. Again and Again.

\------

The laptop was open and the camera showed Varun, dressed in a shirt, smartly conversing with a German supplier. His tone was professional. Aditi wondered if she was doing badly considering she was suckling his balls and her hands were working his cock as he spoke. Under the table, she sat, dressed in a Salwar that was stained in sweat, cum and God knew what else. And yet, she felt more alive than ever before.

As soon as the call ended, she began squeezing his balls. "Please sir.... you havent fucked me enough today." She said. A slap was what she earned in return. And yet, her pussy throbbed more.

"All my life, I had to deal with that good for nothing bastard Kishen's limp dick. Atleast let me have the honor of having your cock in me sir. Please." She wondered if she would have ever said these things before. Before Varun had fucked her silly, 9 times a day for 15 days. And to think there was 15 more days till she went back.

"You really want my cock that bad?" Varun asked. Aditi did not nod. She just crawled out from under the desk and spread her legs. She touched her needy pussy to get some wetness and drew it on her forehead where her sindhoor should have been.

All characters and players in this roleplay are 18+. Open for discussion or play. Few hard limits and Wide Open Kinks.

[M4F] Nine Times a Day: A labourer's wife saves her thieving husband's job the hard and wet way. A 30 day contract to service every need turns her from loyal wife to cock crazed whore. No Feeding. Check Body.