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Now here’s what Diya told me about what transpired during the events yesterday. This part is in Diya’s own words.
Diya: Yes, it’s true, Joey and I were dating during our college days, and we had sex a few times. But it all ended when I accepted the marriage proposal from you. After that, Joey tried to get in touch with me, but I asked him to stay out of my life, and he did that.
Diya: But he came back into my life 4 months back, when we were in deep shit. He helped us, and I felt so indebted to him that I couldn’t keep him out of my life. For the first couple of months, we just met and talked. Though he tried to touch me, kiss me, I refused.
Diya: He often asked me to wear fancy dresses that would reveal my body. But I declined that. Then after we defaulted to pay interest for the 2nd time, Sandhya asked me to meet her in her office. We had a conversation very similar to the one you had with her yesterday.
Diya: She threatened to invoke the contract with her company. She threatened to make me appear in my inners on camera or furnish some collateral security. Joey offered to provide his Bandra flat as security at that time, and I thought the issue had settled there. But I was wrong.
Diya: On the same day, when I was coming back after meeting him and Sandhya, I got a message from Joey.
Joey: It’s heart-breaking that I put my house at stake for you, and you didn’t even say a formal ‘Thank You’ to me in return.
I realised what he was saying was true.
Me: I know. But I didn’t want to be formal, or saying merely thank you wasn’t good enough. So I was thinking of expressing my gratitude in a different way.
Honestly, I didn’t have anything like that in mind. I was trying to defend myself.
Joey: How?
Me: Well, honestly, I haven’t come up with any ideas. But I will come up with something in a couple of days.
Joey: Well, you can take time for that “special thank you.” But don’t you think I deserve a Thank you right now?
Me: Thank you so much for your help.
Joey: I would have accepted that had you said it spontaneously at Sandhya’s place. But not now.
Me: Then you tell me how should I say thank you to you now?
Joey: I haven’t seen those lovely melons in a pretty long time. How about showing them right now.?
Me: Well, I am in a cab right now, and it will take another half an hour to get home.
Joey: Alright. Don’t forget I have just agreed to offer my house as security. The paperwork is still pending.
Me: Please, Joey. I am in a cab. Please don’t embarrass me. It’s a genuine request. I’ll show you everything once I get home.
Joey: You have 10 mins to decide whether to show boobs now or tomorrow in the studio.
And there came my first instance of shamelessness. I unhooked my bra over the kurti I was wearing. I pulled up the kurti above the hips. Kept the mobile camera ready. In a few seconds, I pulled up my kurti and bra with one hand, clicked the pic and pulled the kurti down.
I guess the cab driver saw what I did because I could see him smiling. By the time I reached home, he had demanded some more nude pics. I had to oblige. I clicked many pics showing my boobs, pussy and ass and sent them to him. In return, he sent a pic of his erect dick.
Then he made a video call and asked me to strip again. I did that, and he masturbated seeing me stripping. I felt it to be quite weird. But that’s how it started.
The very next day, he came to our house after you left for the office. As he entered the house, he straightaway started to kiss me. Then after a few minutes, all my clothes were on the floor. My kurti, leggings, bra and panties were taken off. He was freely fondling my boobs, fingering my pussy.
Though I wanted to resist, somehow, I couldn’t resist. And to be honest, I didn’t regret that. I had the best sex of my life in the next couple of hours. We had sex everywhere. We had sex on the couch, then in the bedroom on the bed, and then in the bathroom.
I thought he was done. So I dressed up and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. But he came there, and we had sex in the kitchen on the dining table. From that day, he started to screw me almost every day.
He would visit our house after you leave for the office or ask me to come to his house. Or sometimes to a hotel. And at times, in his office or the car also. Since then, whenever he came to our house, he would bring a maid. She would look after all the work, and we would enjoy fucking.
Then one day, when we were lying in each other’s arms after wild sex, Joey dropped a bomb on me.
Joey: Diya, our MLA Vikas Patil wants to meet you. He wants us to join him for lunch on Friday, i.e. a couple of days from now. I want you to impress him with your beauty, charm, and sex appeal. I must tell you that if he is not impressed, he may misbehave with you or ask you to sleep with him.
Joey: I may not be able to help you at all. Whatever I have today is just because of him. Please do not resist or argue with me over that there. Honestly, Sandhya is a mere puppet. The money you have received is from Mr Patil and not from Sandhya. And he is quite annoyed that you haven’t paid him a single rupee towards interest for the last 3 months.
Me: So basically, you mean I should let him screw me whether I impress him or not. Right?
Joey: No. It’s not that way. If you impress him, I will offer to fuck you, which you can refuse. But knowing Mr Patil, I request you not to turn down his offer straight away. You can keep him teasing for a few days. Still, after that, if you don’t feel like fucking with him, you can refuse. But believe me, if you agree, you won’t regret it. You will benefit a lot from that.
Me: And what if I don’t impress him?
Joey: In that case, he won’t offer to screw you. He will simply force himself on you.
Whatever the outcome of the meeting, I knew I had no choice but to meet Mr Patil and, in all probability, get myself screwed. Then what happened when I met Mr Patil is another long story. That I’ll tell you some other time, but I must tell you, meeting with Mr Patil has changed our lives completely.
I must admit that I have fucked with not only Joey but 3 more men so far. Individually and in a gangbang as well. And yes, I forgot Rinki. So in all 5 men. But the fact remains, I had to become slut because of you, and I wanted to punish you for that.
Further, I am just one step away from getting out of all this financial mess you have created and securing a good future for my son and me. But that will require lots of fucking and every kind of sluttiness. I will also need to spend nights with those guys and some other guys.
I could have continued it without your knowledge. But I don’t want to do this without your knowledge. I want to do it more freely and torment you emotionally by letting you know how many guys I will screw or get myself screwed in front of you regularly.
That’s why I told you this and all the other things that happened last month. But now I have to go. Come to the venue at 6 pm sharp. I’ll reach the venue directly. There are a lot of surprises in store for you.
Diya’s narration ended there.
(Back to the story from Deven’s point of view)
After that, she got ready. She wore a simple kurti and leggings as usual and went. I was sitting at home, completely dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I can’t explain. But somehow, I was keen to know what was more in store for me.
I reached the venue. There were almost around 100 people. Just then, Diya got down from a swanky new Merc. She was wearing a plain pink semi-transparent saree and a maroon sleeveless blouse. The front neck was of V shape, and a good amount of cleavage was visible.
Seeing me staring at her, she turned in style like a model. The blouse was backless. Just a couple of strings at the bottom and near the neck. She wore the saree at least 2 inches below her navel. Her round navel was visible through that semi-transparent saree. She looked hot and stunning.
I was surprised to see her wearing something like that because she had never worn anything like that. But in any case, I have been seeing a brand new Diya since yesterday. She came to me, and we entered the hall. Many people came near us as we entered the hall and congratulated Diya.
I couldn’t understand what it was. A guy came forth and took me to a room adjoining the hall. In that room, Joey, local MLA Vikas Patil and a couple of other guys were already there. As we entered, Joey came and hugged Diya and gave her a big smooch.
MLA: You are looking so hot. Where had you hidden such beauty for so long, Joey. ?
He got up from the couch and kissed her straightaway. Diya was kissing him back passionately. He lifted his saree pallu and started squeezing her boobs. Just then, someone knocked on the door. They stood away from each other. Jaswant Chaddha, a.k.a JC, a billionaire and a real estate tycoon, came in.
He, too, kissed her freely. Then he handed over a file to her, which she handed me and asked me to see if it was okay. In the meantime, she went back to MLA and continued kissing him. JC started untying the knots on the back of the blouse.
Diya: Please, not now. The function will start in 10 minutes.
JC: The function will start when we go out.
He untied all the knots and took off the blouse. My shy housewife was topless in front of 5-6 men. But the contents of the file were even more shocking for me.
Per the papers in the file, Diya was allotted a 2.5% stake in JC Constructions Ltd ( JC’s company). A 5% state in Sapphire Realtors Ltd (MLA and Joey’s Company). Another 10% stake in a township project on the outskirts of Mumbai is to be undertaken in partnership by the two companies and Diya.
As per the agreement, the project’s total cost would be around 1000 crores. The new entity would have 7 directors, 3 directors from each company and one independent director Diya! She was also named CEO of the new entity.
Summarily Diya was the owner of equity worth 150 crores. Something that I couldn’t achieve despite being in business for over 20 years.
No wonder she was letting all those guys screw her freely. But why didn’t she tell me all this earlier? After all, these developments wouldn’t have taken place overnight. And then why did she humiliate me over a 3 crore loan. I am sure that’s a paltry amount considering her equity stakes.
When I looked up, Diya was completely naked now. JC was fucking her from behind, and she was sucking MLA’s cock. Just around that time, MLA cum all over her face. Then JC also stopped fucking and turned her around and cum all over her face. Her face was covered with the thick cum of 2 men.
Diya (Wiping her face with a tissue): You bastards ruined my make-up.
JC: It’s your fault. Why did you wear a dick-raising saree and blouse like that? We had no option.
Diya: Even if I wear a kurta and Jeans, you still get a big boner every time, JC. You are just trying to find reasons to screw me.
Everyone laughed. Diya went inside the washroom. In the meantime, one girl came into the room. Diya came out. She was still completely naked. The girl started helping her to put on the clothes. Then she quickly fixed her hair and make-up and was ready in 10 minutes.
We all went outside. Joey, JC, MLA and Diya sat on the stage with 3 unknown guys. At the same time, I was asked to sit in the front row. Then there was a formal introduction. Then the three partners, i.e. Joey, JC and Diya, signed the agreement and the township project.
Diya Park was formally unveiled, and then Diya gave a brief presentation of the project. To my surprise, she didn’t seem like a newbie. She presented the project as if she had been doing this for years. I was really surprised to see that. Then there were speeches by MLA, Joey and JC. Finally, the programme was over.
After the programme, while other guests were having dinner at the venue, I was taken to the terrace. There were cosy couches to sit on. Joey, MLA, JC and 3 other unknown guys were already there. Diya wasn’t seen after the programme.
All the guys were having drinks. There were no male waiters to serve. Some sexy chicks were serving the guests wearing a fancy bra and panties set. The guys were kissing them, squeezing their boobs and giving them tips by inserting notes into their panties.
It was quite obvious that there was going to be another gangbang session of Diya.
JC: Mr Deven, you are a real idiot. See what your wife has achieved in just two months and what you have achieved in 20 years. If I had a wife like hers, I would have been on the Forbes list of Billionaires by now. But I am sure Diya will make it there very soon. But where’s she?
Just then, Diya arrived. She was wearing a black lacy top. The top was completely transparent, and the black bikini top-like bra underneath it was visible. The bra barely covered her boobs. It barely covered areas around her nipples, and most of the boobs were visible.
And a black mini skirt. The skirt was 8-10 inches long and barely covered her round ass. It was worn below the navel, and her stomach was open in the glory. In that outfit, she looked like a sex goddess. Everyone greeted her with kisses and spanking on the ass.
Once all that was done, the guys sat on the couches, and Diya sat on a chair in front of them. They started discussing some business. Though I couldn’t understand exactly what they were talking about. But just then, one of the girl waiters came near Diya and whispered something in her ears.
Diya: Yes. Please let him in.
I was curious to know who was there. The door opened, and my younger brother Naren came in. Diya stood up and almost rushed to him. She greeted him with a hug, and they were in a liplock. My younger brother was freely kissing and fondling my wife in front of me.
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