When we got home, Alex helped me take my clothes off and then guided me into a nice bubble bath. It felt so good to have my main man scrubbing my body. I asked him, "Do you still love me after I just fucked six guys?"

He asked, "Six? I thought you said four!"

I replied, "I did. There was a last minute change in plans."

He said, "I'm so sorry."

I responded, "It's all on me. I was the foolish one that wanted the special mortgage. At least they applied three thousand dollars to the loan."

He said, "That's something."

I kept dozing off while he dried my freshly shampooed hair. We didn't bother with a nightie. I went to bed nude. I was glad Alex didn't try to reclaim me, as I wouldn't have been able to give him much of a response.

The next morning was completely different. In spite of some residual soreness, I was horny and horny for Alex in a big way. My horniness fortunately coincided with his morning wood, and we went after each other like wild animals.

I thought we were drifting back into something like a normal life when Ishaan called me Friday morning. He informed me that Saturday afternoon and possibly into Saturday evening, I would be entertaining at his house. He was throwing a party for employees, friends, and clients, and I should come without any underwear under my dress. I could bring my hubby or not, but he wouldn't be allowed to watch me perform.

Alex dropped me off at two pm at Ishaan's palatial mansion. Over the course of the party, I was directed by Rakesh or Ishaan to entertain four different clients at random times. At the end of the evening Rakesh gave me a receipt for a two thousand dollar loan payment. Alex picked me up around eleven. On the way home Alex calculated that if I continued at this rate it would be less than two years to pay off the loan. I hoped that by that time, I would be getting tired of this routine. I felt disloyal to Alex and ashamed to admit even to myself that I liked fucking a variety of guys, even though I had no doubts of my love for Alex.

Alex

After the first night she didn't seem to have been so badly used while performing. We didn't talk much about it but she seemed to have adjusted to being fucked randomly by both known and unknown guys. We seemed to be in something of a routine with Shani having to perform two or even three times a week. After a while she became comfortable with driving herself to her assignments.

Then, Rakesh called me. He explained, "This is a short notice opportunity which is why I want to handle it differently. We want you to act as a limo driver using your Lexus as the limo. You will need to wear a dark suit and tie and I will provide you with a driver's cap. You will need to drive Shani and me to the airport to pick up a major potential client. You will drive Shani and me to the airport to pick up the client. After that we will possibly be going to his hotel, a restaurant, and a club or bar, in some order based on what the client wants. Your duties will be to drive, open doors, handle luggage, and wait for further instructions, which could be as long as two hours at a time. In exchange for your time and the use of your car, we'll add five hundred dollars to Shani's loan payment receipt. If it ends up being a long night we'll pay even more.

The client was due to arrive at the airport at two pm. Shani and I left home shortly after one and drove to Rakesh's place. He directed Shani to join him in the back seat and they made out on the way to the airport. Shani seemed to be enjoying Rakesh's attentions. At the airport, Rakesh stayed with Shani in the car while I went to find the client carrying a sign provided by Rakesh. Presumably I would carry the client's luggage. A little over forty minutes had elapsed by the time I returned to the car carrying the luggage with the slow-walking client in tow. Shani was busying herself with straightening her clothes, brushing her hair, and re-applying makeup and lipstick. It appeared that while I was gone, Rakesh had done more than passively wait. The client was a little older and bulkier than Rakesh but seemed to like Shani immediately. Rakesh introduced him to Shani as Bill Decker, real estate investment manager. All I got from Rakesh was, "Drive on, driver!"

The client wanted steak; Rakesh directed me to a Brazilian steakhouse. On the way to the restaurant, both of them took the opportunity to make out with Shani while I drove. I waited almost two hours while the three of them ate in the restaurant.

Then I drove them to the client's hotel. I waited for them a little over two hours while they did whatever in the hotel. When they finished their business in the hotel, they returned to the car they all looked very satisfied. For the second time in the evening, Shani had a 'just been fucked' look about her. From the elapsed time, I assumed that both of them had had her at least twice each. On the way to our next destination, Shani was again straightening her clothes, brushing her hair, and re-applying makeup and lipstick.

I was directed to drive them to a Mexican restaurant-bar. I waited a little over two hours, munching a sandwich, chips, and water that I had packed earlier. When they came out, none of the three seemed to be feeling any pain, although the client appeared to be the most tipsy of the three. Again, the guys molested Shani while I drove to a lakeside honkytonk. Rakesh had the 'I'm having so much fun with your wife' smirk. At least the client didn't know she was my wife, or so I thought. This time I waited about three hours.

All three seemed quite happy. The client was particularly adventurous with Shani's buttocks. Driving back to the client's hotel was difficult for me in several ways. The client insisted that Shani sit on his lap. Apparently his manhood had escaped the confines of his pants. At any rate, she first showed a look of surprise on her face. Then she began bouncing up and down on his lap. After a while her skirt climbed higher and revealed that indeed he was penetrating her. Apparently I was the only one surprised by this. Meanwhile Rakesh had pulled both his slacks and his boxers down almost to his knees. After about fifteen minutes, things seemed to reach a climax, or more properly two climaxes and both the client and Shani expressed satisfaction with their smiling faces.

Shani then straddled Rakesh's thighs facing him. I wasn't surprised when she guided Rakesh's manhood into her love channel without complaint; I was surprised when she began passionately kissing him. This surprised me as I had been thinking it was only fucking, and when she started kissing him like that, it began to appear more like making love.

He ordered me to drive around until he finished. After they both had demonstrable climaxes, I dropped the three off at the hotel and waited for them. About thirty minutes later, Rakesh and Shani returned. Rakesh informed me that Shani would be spending a few hours at his place and that I should go home. When he was finished with her he would bring her home. I didn't wait up for her, but she woke me up when she came in around two the next morning. She told me she didn't want to talk about anything until she had slept, Fortunately, her regular job shift didn't start to nine, so she should be able to get in about six hours of sleep. I was thinking that she might need to cut back on her regular job or even quit. That would be better than for her to have a nervous or physical breakdown due to the strain of being a mortgage whore. The downside of that would be that if she quit that job it would slow our accumulation of the funds necessary to pay off the mortgage and release her from her indenture as a virtual sex slave.

I was surprised that Ishaan personally delivered the receipt for our efforts on the previous night in the amount of seven thousand dollars. There was no itemized breakdown, but it seemed reasonable payment for Shani's and my efforts if you didn't consider my mental anguish from watching two pricks stick their pricks in my wife. Ishaan was very happy that a deal with the client seemed to be in the works and concerned that Shani's health was holding up. He suggested maybe she should cut back on her daytime job. I pointed out that would increase the period of Shani's servitude to him. He said at the rate she was earning providing special services, the earnings from her daytime job weren't that significant. He seemed genuinely concerned about Shani's well-being, and he was right about her regular job earnings compared to her special job earnings; however, I still felt his motivations were different from mine and Shani's.

The next night I had a long talk with Shani.

I asked, "How do you feel you're holding up doing one full-time job plus a demanding part-time job?"

She said, "I'm strong enough to do both. To me, the worst part of what I have to do for Ishaan is it's taking a lot of my time away from you. I'd prefer to be spending that time with you."

Good answer. Next was an even harder question, "It seems like you're getting along very well with Rakesh. Are you beginning to feel something for him?"

She replied, "Not really. I enjoy fucking him, but not as much as I enjoy being with you. He did make me come a lot last night, but I'd still rather be with you. Personally, I think he's an asshole. He's the main motivator behind my fucking clients and potential clients. I don't like being forced to be a slut and a whore. I don't hate all the guys I've had to fuck, but I hate him."

I responded, "I'm so sorry you have to do this. I wish I could do something to take you away from all this mess."

She told me, "The hardest part is knowing it was my own arrogance that put us into this position. I'm so sorry, honey."

I kissed her. She kissed me back. Soon we were making love. It seemed just as good if not better as it had ever been. Afterward, we hugged and cuddled just like we had been doing almost since we first met. I knew I loved her. I just hoped our love would survive this terrible mess that we had gotten ourselves into.

I hated everything about Ramaswamy & Associates, but most of all, I hated Rakesh. I also worried a little that Shani didn't really seem to mind the physical aspects of providing special services. Both Daksha and Shani continued to provide special services, only one night a week for Daksha, but two or three nights a week for Shani. I didn't like it but decided I could tolerate it as long as I didn't have to watch. The big change took place Rohan's birthday party. Rohan was a large guy that we saw from time to time; he was Ishaan's bodyguard and enforcer. What was different was that Vihaan and I had to attend as well as Shani and Daksha.

The party started at eight on a Friday night. Everything was fine for the first couple of hours. First, we had a large birthday cake, sang happy birthday and congratulated Rohan on his fortieth birthday. We started drinking and dancing. My only concern was that Shani and Daksha were the only women there and there were around ten Ramaswamy executives, employees, and friends, including Ishaan and Rakesh. I knew that at least some of them were married and the absence of their wives did not bode well for Shani and Daksha.

Around ten, Rakesh announced that it was time to open up some of Rohan's presidents. He then asked Rohan to sit down in a chair.

He next directed, "Shani, could you come over here?"

She did as he asked, standing between Rohan and Rakesh.

His next request was, "Shani, take your clothes off!" She gave me a look of mild dismay, and then proceeded to take her clothes off, folding them and stacking them on a nearby table.

He then told her, "First, suck his organ, then take care of business!"

She gave me another slightly sad look and then began untying the drawstring holding his pants up. She then pulled his pants and undergarment down over his knees and off his feet. She knelt down between his knees and after a few licks of his large cock took the end of it in her mouth. She seemed to be licking it while holding it between her lips. After a few long moments of this, she stood up, and straddling him, guided his seven-inch-plus prick into her waiting cunt. I assume that the stripping in public and sucking his dick, had made her wet enough to easily slip his thick love organ into her vagina. She began thrusting herself onto and off of his manhood, verbalizing her enjoyment with a series of moans and groans. She seemed to be feeling the bittersweet pleasures of wantonness and humiliation, as her arousal was indicated by a series of "Oh's" and "Ah's" and finally by "I'm coming." She resumed the repetitions of impalement and withdrawal and soon her groans were joined by Rohan's growling as both their bodies shook in the ecstasy of orgasm. Her head fell onto Rohan's chest as she seemed overcome by the strength of her climax. After a few moments, she disengaged herself. She walked over to me, kissed me lightly on the lips, and whispered, "I love you." I think every man there was fully aroused by her performance. However, Ishaan grabbed her by the arm and said, "That comes later, it's my turn now!"

His seven inches of masculinity had escaped his underpants, as he had removed his pants during Shani's performance and he penetrated her in the standing prison guard position. He began pounding her as she showed her excitement by her moans and groans. It took a few minutes before they both shuddered in the rapture of climax. Many of their admirers applauded.

Rakesh stepped forward and kissed Shani, telling her in tones intelligible to the assemblage, "It's my dance now!"

He lifted her leg to obtain better access and violated her in the ballroom dancer position. It was disgusting to watch him kiss her and pound her. At times, they licked each other's faces. At times, it appeared that if anything their tongues were seeing more action than her pussy and his prick, as he rammed her and caressed her to two more convulsive climaxes before they both came as he filled her up. He then led her to another chair, and guided her into his lap, where he continued to hold her and intermittently kiss her.

Ishaan announced, "We have another birthday gift for Rohan. Step forward, Daksha!"

I had watched Daksha intermittently through Shani's degradation and could tell that she was shocked as she hung on Vihaan's arm. His expression betrayed his fear of what was to come. Reluctantly, she took her place between Rohan and Ishaan.

Ishaan instructed her, "You know the drill, Daksha! Take everything off."

She gave Vihaan a look of despair, a few tears running down her face.

Ishaan encouraged her, "Come on, Daksha. You know what you have to do. Rohan is waiting."

Slowly and reluctantly, she began to remove her clothing. She followed her sister's lead in that upon the removal of each garment, she folded it and laid it in a neat pile on the table. When she was completely naked, Ishaan ordered her, "Turn around! Let Rohan see what he's getting!"

She slowly turned around, almost but not quite making eye contact with first Vihaan, and then myself. I felt sorry for her, but I knew there was nothing I could do for either sister, although Shani seemed to be bearing her burden much easier than Daksha. I could also see Shani sitting in Rakesh's lap, as he rubbed her boobs and they joked and smiled with each other, like two lovers often do.

Ishaan continued, "Now, Daksha! Get on your knees and suck Rohan. You need to make sure he's hard and wet for when you ride him."

The look Daksha gave Ishaan would have killed him if looks could kill. Nevertheless, she got on her knees and at least took the head of Rohan's mighty cock in her mouth. I could tell from his smirk that he was enjoying both the sensuous pleasure of her lips and tongue stimulating her, and the humiliation and degradation of both Daksha and Vihaan.

Ishaan explained to Rohan, "You're going to have to work a little for this one." Then, to Daksha, "Honey, present your pussy to Rohan's mouth."

She gave a look of desperation to Vihaan, and then with one leg on each side of Rohan's lap, she approached his mouth. He had to bend down to reach her but started licking her pubis just like it was his favorite-flavored ice cream cone. She began breathing heavily and then started moaning, as Rohan was clearly reaching her in a very lascivious way. She braced herself with her hands on his head, and in a few minutes, cried out, "Oh, Oh, Ohmigod!" Clearly, she orgasmed. Her neck was red with embarrassment.

Rohan told her, "Turn around, bitch!" As she turned around I could see that her face was also red. She differed from Shani in that she was humiliated at coming with so many watchers. With one meaty hand he pulled her down, while with the other hand he guided his monstrous organ into her slit. It didn't yield at first, but when it did, she gasped and then moaned.

Rohan ordered, "Do your thing, slut!" Unwillingly she began to thrust herself up and down on his cock. It would be hard to exaggerate her feelings of humiliation and degradation as she involuntarily fucked her way to two orgasms with more than a dozen observers including her husband. I couldn't turn away as even for me it was arousing, even though I knew it was horribly embarrassing for both my friends, Daksha and Vihaan.

It was so stimulating to Rohan that he came on her second climax. She thought her ignominious torture was over but worse was still to come.

Ishaan took control again, moving a chair to the center of the room. "Come here, Vihaan!"

Sheepishly, Vihaan moved closer to the chair.

Ishaan ordered, "Sit down, Vihaan, and kindly remove your pants and underpants."

Shamefacedly, Vihaan did as he was told, revealing a flaccid three-to-four inch weewee.

Ishaan explained, "It's time to reclaim your Daksha! Daksha, get over here and help your man get ready."

Poor Daksha removed herself from Rohan's lap and knelt down between Vihaan's legs. She easily took his whole penis in her mouth and began doing her magic erection things. After three or four minutes of steady work, Ishaan commanded, "Let's see what you have done!"

She released him from her mouth. His business now might be a little over four inches but was clearly not hard enough to support penetration. My heart went out to them as most of the audience started chuckling and laughing. Even Shani smiled at their predicament.

Ishaan showed some measure of compassion by announcing, "Maybe later, Vihaan. We'll get you a real cock, Daksha, just as soon as your sister gets reclaimed by her hubby. It's your turn in the hot seat, Alex."

As I replaced the disgraced Vihaan in the central chair, it seemed that Shani was a little reluctant to leave Rakesh. Nevertheless, she quickly knelt between my knees and quickly sucked me to a fully erect, well-lubricated state. She then impaled herself in my lap and began thrusting herself against my pelvis while alternating kisses, and whispered, "I love you"s several times. It only took a couple of minutes for us both to get off. I felt insulted at the applause for simply fucking my own wife, but I greatly preferred that over the tittering that Vihaan and Daksha had received, when Vihaan was unable to perform..

Ishaan then took Shani by the arm and guided her off my lap to a standing position. He signaled Charan, a loan clerk, and Mahesh, a home salesman, to move a coffee table to the central position. He then instructed my wife, "Get on your hands and knees, Shani; Rakesh has something for you!"

I knew what was coming, and I'm sure Shani did, too, as Rakesh approached her buttocks with a tube of K-Y at the ready. She seemed to be enjoying herself as he applied it both internally and externally to her anus. After applying a generous portion to his eight inches of female joy, he began probing her asshole, gradually going deeper and deeper. My sweet wife seemed to be thoroughly delighted by this attention and seemed to be pushing back helping him obtain greater penetration. Her moaning confirmed that she found this pleasureful. He bottomed out and then began stroking her, gradually increasing the pace and strength of his strokes. Her moans became groans and then became verbal expressions of her joy as he pounded her to an orgasm. She told him, loud enough for all to hear, "Oh, God, Baby! That was so good!"