KARMA - Part 2

Kapoor returned with a bottle of something. He squirted some of the contents out onto his palm and then massaged his erect cock thoroughly with it.

I saw Diptee shake her head and back away.

Kapoor laughed and said" Ari Diptee. Is sai kutch nahin hota"

"Nahin Sahib" Diptee replied "Is sai board dard hota."

Gopal sahib laughed and said "Acchha Masoom Ram itna masoom nahin hai. Ab ki gaand be marta" (So innocent Ram isn't so innocent...he fucks your ass too).

I waited for Diptee to deny it but she didn't.

Kapoor sahib pulled Diptee into an embrace and hugged her like a loving father would console a daughter. It was almost possible to ignore the fact that they were both naked and Kapoor's lund was up erect and throbbing against my wife's firm brown tummy.

He whispered something into her ear and she nodded and to my astonishment, bent forward with her hands on her knees and her legs parted.

She was quiet as Kapoor sahib poured what I thought must be oil from the bottle over her butt crack.

He smeared it with his fingers and the I saw him poke his index finger into her.

Ari yaar!" Kapoor said to Gopal who was watching the whole operation with great interest. "Ram nai is ki gaand ko pardiya" (Hey Dude. Ram has really busted her ass open).

The news made my knees almost give way under me. I had never entered my wife that way. Yes, I had fucked her from behind many times but always in the pussy never the ass.

Kamal sahib was finishing his screwing of Mrs. Gopal with a series of deep hard thrust that left her sobbing in pleasure, I was sure.

As Kapoor sahib took up position behind her, the whole act was taking place so close to the window that I would have stretched out my hand and squeezed her breast, if it wasn't for the mosquito netting on the window, I had a close view of the whole thing.

The fact that no one noticed me staring through the gap in the curtains showed their confidence in being secluded and also their fixation on what they were doing.

Diptee gasped as Kapoor sahib thrust into her asshole. I could not actually see the penetration but the look on both their faces told me that he was entering her gaand.

"Kapoorji" Gopal said hotly, trying to persuade Diptee to take his lund into her mouth. "Jaldi karo ji. Is ki gaand board mazidaar lugdi" (Hurry up. Her ass looks like a lot of fun)

I watched as Kapoor sahib began to pump Diptee's ass. Slowly at first. Very gently. Whispering sweet words to her as slowly he picked up pace.

He was soon fucking her ass with hard deep thrusts. Each bringing a squeal from Diptee's quivering lips.

"ahhh ahhh Ohhh oooooooooooooooh: Diptee moaned

"Lugda hai kay Ram nay sai tara nahin chauda is ki gaand, Kapoorji" (Looks like Ram has not fucked her ass properly Kapoor) Gopal said squeezing Diptee's tits as she held onto his prick.

Kapoor was really pumping now; Gopal had to hold onto Diptee to stop her falling forward from the force of his thrusts.

"Oooooooooooooooh Sanjuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! "Diptee moaned as Kapoor filled her ass with his lund one last time and came.

My heart skipped a beat. Sanju, my brother, Sanjay's nickname. Why had she called out his name as Kapoor came?

I was not the only one to catch it.

"Sanju?" Gopal asked with a laugh, taking my panting sweating wife in his arms and lifting her up with ease.

"Bol khuria, yeh Sanju korn hai" (Tell me girl, who is Sanju) Gopal asked planting a kiss on Diptee's face.

As Gopal sahib lifted her up I heard Mrs Kapoor giggle and saw that Kamal and Mrs Gopal were busy teasing her and each other as the lay on the bed. Mr Kapoor had gone into the attached bathroom after uncorking his lund from Diptee.

Gopal slapped Diptee's ass playfully and asked her again who Sanju was.

Diptee whispered into his ear and he laughed.

"Yeh do hota hai! Bhai hamaisah upne barbhi ki pechey lugjatae" (That always happens! A brother always gets after his sister-in-law) Gopal said putting Diptee down and turning her away from him, her ass against his prick as he added "Ao Diptee Baji, ab ka Gopal bhai ko be gaand do" (Come on Diptee now give your Gopal brother some ass too).

Gopal sahib asked Diptee if Sanjay had screwed her before her marriage.

"Nahin Sahib! Hum essi-wessi log nahin hai" (no sir! We aren't those type of people) She said waving her hand dismissively.

"Essi Wessi log" (Those people) Gopal said with a laugh of derision.

"Ari chall gaand idhar do meri masoom rani" (Oh come, get your ass into position my innocent queen) Gopal said gently slapping her butt.

Diptee laughed and rubbed her buttocks hard against his Lund saying "Laikin Sanjay nai roz roz meri gaand ko chauda, shaadi sai pehli aur shaadi ki bard." (But Sanjay fucked my ass daily before and after marriage) "Aur Tu nai buri shork sai gaand mariya ainna? "(And you happily gave your ass right?) Gopal said with a tight slap on her ass.

I backed away from the window as Gopal thrust his lund hard and fast into Diptee's ass. I was actually willing him to be rough. I hated my wife. She was not only screwing my employer and his friends but had been butt fucked by my own brother. Who knew how many other men had had her.

As I heard her moan and gasp and heard Gopal abuse her lustfully in Punjabi, My heart though would not harden to her. I made up my mind that I would stay with her. Like I said earlier, there is no honour in starvation. Diptee was just making sure there would be a safety net for us. But she had screwed Sanju and that I was sure had not been a cash transaction. For that I would use her like 'they" used her. She would do what she did with them, with me.

I already decided to find out how fucked her asshole was with a little anal sex of my own.

My wife was a whore. I would now accept my fate and hope that my Karma was better the next time round.

The story begins the next day after Ram has witnessed his wife’s activities with Kapoor sahib and others.

Diptee was her normal self. We ate lunch as usual under the large banyan tree and she talked, like village girls do, of things that made no difference to me and held no interest.

She was unaware of the fact that I had witness both Kapoor Sahib and Gopal sahib butt fuck her the night before. She had no idea that I had heard her unembarrassed confession of pre-martial anal sex with my own brother and naturally did not know that I knew about her side business as a whore to the Kapoors and their friends.

I had spent the afternoon at the temple again and meditated. This was my Karma. I accepted what the GODS had ordained for me in the belief that that acceptance would earn forgiveness from them.

Diptee was bathing when I returned. She was like most south Asian rural folk very particular being clean and smelling nice. In the profession she had chosen with the clients she seemed to be servicing, it would be more important then ever.

She came damp and sweet smelling from the bath shed, her cotton sari (No blouse) clinging to her hot body. As she talked about the afternoon’s events in the house, I pulled my vest off and untied my lungi. Diptee looked a bit surprised to see my hard throbbing Lund at attention and looked at me a moment as I pulled up and down on the shaft, hooding and un-hooding my cock tip with the foreskin of my Lund.

We never fucked in the late afternoon, but I was feeling very hot and also very vengeful.

“Bard mai Jaan” (Later Darling) she said turning away and brushing her long thick silky hair.

I came up behind her and took hold of her hips and said “Nahin Diptee, abhi” (NO Diptee, now). I pressed my hard on against her soft damp ass.

She looked at my face and smiled. ”Tik hai meri jaan.” (Ok my darling)

I watched as she pulled her damp sari quickly off and lay down on the mattress her legs open and her fingers working on her clit to get her choot wet for my entrance. I had never noticed before but, it seemed so cheap and whorish the way she did it

I knelt down and shook my head “Khutti bunjao” (Become a bitch) I said softly.

She smiled and got on her hands and knees, her lovely dark brown buttocks with the deep damp split of her butt crack offered invitingly to my man meat.

I had taken my wife ‘doggy style” many times. She obviously expected me to fuck her like a bitch but, I had other plans. I made her rest her face on the mattress and put her body weight on her elbows and knees. Then as always in the past, I guided my Lund to her hot damp hole where I now knew many Lunds had gone, many times, and entered her.

She sighed and told me to be quick so she could bath again and help in the bungalow with dinner.

‘Yes’ I thought’ I know how you help in the bungalow my sweat, cheating whore wife’

Maybe it was the memory of the previous nights shocking revelations or maybe it was simply a build up of frustration, but her cool words to ‘hurry’ annoyed me. Did I have to hurry because I didn’t pay for the ride?

I had been pumping her a few minutes, getting my hard stiff cock nicely wetted up for the next part of my ride.

I eased out, to her surprise….

“Kya bard hai Jaanu? Tum fareeq nahin houwa” (What’s wrong? You haven’t cum) She said still holding her position.

“Terjao Diptee Jaan. Moka dow!” (Wait Diptee darling. Give me a chance) I said.

She didn’t seem to realise what happened until my cock tip had rammed a place in her anus. She screamed and reared up protesting but I didn’t listen. I held onto her hips and wrapped an arm around her slim waist as I pushed and shoved every inch of my Lund into her rectum. She was howling like I was killing her, but I had seen her take Kapoor and Gopal’s Lunds in her anus the night before and she had admitted to having been frequently butt fucked by Sanju, my brother.

I was in no mood for her drama and acting. I could see that my Lund had really no problem getting into her ass. It was used to the traffic; I could feel and see that fact.

She pleaded and wept, but I was deaf and just thought ‘low khutti! Ciclo lund layli, mere lund be low!’ (Take it bitch! You’ve taken so many cocks take mine too).

I came in a glorious series of ball emptying explosions. I was amazed at my own expenditure of semen. Diptee too seemed shocked because she stopped protesting and said “Oooooooooooooooh Ram ….kitni zada ………..” (Oh Ram! So much)

After I finished cuming, I pulled out of her anus and watched as my semen trickled from the wrinkled orifice of her butt hole.

We both lay panting and sweating on the mattress until Diptee said in a manner that nearly made me laugh out loud

“Aj tum nai meri dusri izzat layliaya. Kitni mazardar tha Jaan.” (Today you took my second virginity. How wonderful it felt) She sighed and said that it had hurt her but she was happy that I had enjoyed it.

“Second Virginity” I thought acidly. What an actress she was.

That night, Diptee didn’t go up to the house again when I was asleep.

The Kapoors were out at the Gopal’s house where I was sure; a fuck session was in full swing. So I fucked Diptee’s asshole again twice, before the sun came up, ignoring her drama queen act and pleas for me to be gentle.

I actually was enjoying myself.

It was then that fate took an unexpected turn.

Sanjay’s wife, Laxmi came to visit. Sanjay was without work and Laxmi was hoping to get a few rupees off of me and Diptee. Diptee and Laxmi never really got along. I now knew why. Perhaps Laxmi knew about Diptee’s affair with her husband or maybe not. Diptee made excuses and quickly left the servant quarter and headed up to the bungalow, leaving me and Laxmi alone.

We sat cross legged facing each other. She was talking and I was imagining what my sister-in-law looked like naked.

Laxmi was worried. I could see and she had lost weight. But she was still quite hot looking. She was wider hipped then my wife with smaller breasts and a slightly darker complexion.

He spoke in soft sad tones about how life was unkind and how Sanjay was lazy and no good. Sanjay was my elder brother by five years. So Laxmi was actually my barbhi.

Laxmi was rather relaxed now that Diptee was gone and spoke freely with me. After all, I was her young brother-in-law. She didn’t know that I was already making plans to avenge myself on my brother Sanjay. The plan would involve her but, I would get a bit of pleasure out of it and so might she.

Finally she got to the point. She asked me for a few rupees to help her out and I agreed to give her what I could spare. She relaxed .Obviously relieved to hear a positive answer.

Laxmi got up and stood waiting for me to hand her the cash. She thought it would be that easy? I stood up, pulled my vest off and un-wrapped my lungi. I stood naked in front of Laxmi’s shocked eyes and said “Paisa chaiye…..paisa kiliyea kutch dehna hai barbhi” (You want money? There is a price sister in law)