Den Of Debauchery Ch. 03

'Bravo Arti you were great' I said enthusiastically, 'both MD and Swami were very pleased'.

Ignoring me she muttered to herself, 'God even after scrubbing for so long I still feel dirty'.

'Don't worry darling. This feeling will soon go away' I said trying to embrace her.

With eyes blazing with anger she pushed me away saying, 'DON'T. DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME'.

Her violent reaction took me unawares and for a moment rendered me speechless.

Then looking at the sperm stained crumpled bed sheet she murmured, 'God I will never be able to sleep in this bed again' and started to sob softly.

'Come darling I will help you change the sheet' I offered.

'No need. From tonight onwards I will sleep on the sofa and you will sleep on t..t..this bed' she said picking up a pillow and taking out a fresh sheet.

She just wouldn't listen to anything I had to say. There was nothing more to be done than go to bed. Lying in bed I could hear her crying softly. Frankly I was surprised at her reaction. Then consoled myself with the thought that time is a great healer and as the MD had said that within a few days she will get over it. They all did. Dismissing Arti from my mind I turned to more pleasant things like living in the lap of luxury on Harrison Road. With these pleasant thoughts I fell asleep.

Next morning Arti woke me up with a cheerful, 'Good morning Randy. Get up it is quite late' pushing a cup of tea in my hand. 'It didn't take her long to come to terms with last night's episode' I thought smiling to myself. At that point of time I did not realize how wrong I was. Outwardly she was her old self but she still refused to sleep with me or let me touch her in any way.

We decided to shift to the new apartment on the weekend. On Friday when I reached home from office I saw a fifty-year-old man leaving the apartment. Entering I noticed that she was in her nightie and the bed was rumpled.

'Who was the man who just left?' I asked.

'Oh! He is our grocer' she replied nonchalantly.

'Okay! He is the grocer but what was he doing here and why is the bed rumpled?' I asked getting irritated.

'I owed him money for three months supplies' she replied calmly, 'I couldn't leave without clearing his account could I?'

'So' I persisted.

'So I paid his bill with my choot' she replied with a devilish smile.

'YOU DID WHAT?' I shouted.

'Randy, don't shout. You always told me to be careful with money. You should be happy. Today my choot saved you a hell of lot of money' she replied without turning a hair. I was flabbergasted and couldn't say a word. For the first time I regretted forcing her to sleep with the MD.

'What is done is done' I thought, 'Randy now you have to live with this new Arti'.

The apartment on Harrison Road was on the top floor of the tallest building. It was a penthouse and not an ordinary apartment. It was fully furnished with the most modern Scandinavian furniture. It had a foyer, a large sitting room, a separate room for eating, a large kitchen and two spacious bedrooms with attached bath and a large terrace. On the first day I went out on the terrace and took a deep breath. So this is the air the elite breathe' I said to myself, 'yes go on have a good look. Randy has arrived'.

Life settled down to a routine. As Arti would not sleep with me I continued to fuck the three ladies in my department. One afternoon Swami called me to his cabin and pushed a printed form towards me saying, 'Randy fill it out and return it to me today'.

Surprised I stuttered, 'S..s..ir i..it is an a..application form for becoming a member of 'The Country Club'.

'Yes. The MD is very pleased with you and has decided to enroll you as member of the club' Swami said smiling. Happily I filled out the form and returned it to Mr. Swami. Returning home that evening I told Arti the good news. 'Good for you' is all she said.

A month later the MD rang me up and said, 'Congratulations Randy your application for membership of 'The Country Club' has been approved. It is a tradition in the club that the new members and their spouses are invited by the committee members to a small get together to welcome them and get to know them. The party is on Saturday. Don't forget to bring Arti with you'.

'Will Arti go?' I wondered. When I told her she surprised me by saying, 'Of course I will go'.

On Saturday we reached the party at the appointed time. The MD immediately took charge of us and introduced us to his wife and Mrs. Bala. While I was engaged in conversation with the two ladies Arti wandered off on her own. Later I saw that Arti and the MD were moving from one group to the other laughing and joking. When we returned home, I said, 'Nice party wasn't it?'

'Yes very nice' she replied dryly.

Four days later MD called, 'Randy send Arti to the club day after tomorrow at 8 p.m. I will send the car for her'. I gave Arti MD's message adding, 'I don't think you should go to the club alone'.

'Why not I am a big girl now' she countered, 'tell MD that I will be there'.

On the appointed evening Arti wore her prettiest sari and took special care to look her best. As she was leaving I offered to go with her. 'No need MD's car is already here. Oh yes don't wait up for me. I might get late' she said and left.

I lay awake in bed waiting for her to return. She was right it was nearly midnight when she returned. She came over to the bed to see if I was awake. I pretended to be asleep. In the morning she gave me a big bundle of notes saying, 'Put them away in the cupboard. This money is the first earnings of your whore'.

Feeling miserable I wanted to apologize for my earlier behavior but she cut me short, 'Don't you say a word. It is too late now. I don't say anything about your fucking your three assistants do I?'

Surprised I asked, 'Who says so?' then corrected myself to say, 'How did you find out?'

'I know about it since the day we shifted here. I found the pictures when I was looking for my jewelry box, which you had placed in the dickey of your motorbike. I don't mind. You can fuck anyone you like but don't interfere with me. Let me do what I want with my life'.

Shaking my head in sheer frustration I remained silent.

'Randy, tell me one thing. Last night I drank alcohol. I got dizzy but I did not feel the itching and tingling sensation in my choot the way I had felt on that night. Why?' Arti asked. For a moment I hesitated but thought that if I wanted Arti back then it was time I started to level with her.

'Because the coke, in addition to the whisky, was also spiked with an aphrodisiac' I replied truthfully.

'So that is what made me wild with lust' she murmured to her self, 'thank you Randy I will not forget this favor'.

After that day whenever she went to the club, which was twice or thrice in the week, she drank a full bottle of the spiked coke before leaving and returned with big money, which she placed with the rest. This went on for few months. The money in the cupboard kept multiplying.

One evening she gave me a set of keys, 'Congratulations! You are now a proud owner of the car of your dreams'.

Surprised I asked, 'What car?'

'Remember you used to look at a car in the show window and wished that you could afford to own one of them. It is the same car' she said smiling at me after a long, long time.

'B..b..but it is so expensive. Where did you get the money to buy it?' I asked.

'The money you thought you couldn't earn in ten years I earned it with my choot in only few months' she laughed, 'it is a present from me for telling me the truth about the aphrodisiac that day. Remember?'

Yes I remembered. I only wished that I had never lied to her in the first place.

'Randy I would like you to drive me in your new car to the Hotel Bailey tonight' she said, 'I am meeting the MD and Mr. Swami there today'.

'Of course Arti I would love to' I replied.

'Thank god she was thawing a bit' I thought happily. 'Be ready to leave at 8 tonight' she said in her monotone of late.

When we entered the suite both, the MD and Mr. Swami, were waiting for Arti impatiently. 'Oh there you are' MD said then seeing me laughed, 'glad you brought Randy along. It will be like last time'.

Arti went straight to the bar, mixed three whiskies for us, and poured coke for her. 'She knows her way around here quite well' I thought. As if reading my thoughts Arti giggled, 'Randy I have been here so often that I could find my way around this suite blindfolded'.

For ten minutes or so we chatted and sipped our drinks. 'Arti I have heard that you undress in a very novel way. Won't you do it for us? We would love to see it' MD said. Without a word Arti drained her glass of coke and switching on the music started to move her hips.

'Swami, watch her carefully. My friends tell me she is damn good at it'. I was also curious to see what Arti would do.

Swaying with the music she started to take off her clothes in a unique manner. With her left hand she pulled down her pallu. 'Oh pleeease don't do that' she said in her natural voice pulling the pallu over her tits with the right hand.

'Come on darling let me' she said in a gruff voice and removed the pallu again with her left hand. So this is what she is doing. She is pretending that it is her wedding night and her husband is undressing her, with her in both the roles. She was the right hand and the left hand was her husband. It promised to be good and settled myself more comfortably to watch.

With naughty twinkling eyes and a saucy expression on her face she started to undress with slow tantalizing movements of her body, carrying on a conversation between the two till she stood in her bra and panties.

MD and Mr. Swami were sitting on the edge of the sofa panting with lust, with their eyes glued to Arti's body and one hand pressing their erect cocks, which were now sticking out of their pants. 'Go on take off the rest' Swami shouted in excitement. 'Yes, yes go on' the MD concurred.

Then her left hand undid her bra. Catching the bra with her right hand she said, 'Don't take this off, my tits will be exposed'.

'No I must. I want to see your beautiful boobs' said the left hand trying to pull off the bra.

'Oh it is soooo embarrassing' she replied, 'then please switch off the light first'.

'No darling otherwise how will I see your beautiful boobs' insisted the left hand exposing her tits.

Arti's eyes were closed and the nipples of her firm boobs were taut with excitement. 'Oh how pretty they are' the left hand said squeezing and caressing the tits.

'Oh' Arti moaned loudly.

The forefinger of her left hand was hooked in the waistband of her panties, trying to pull them down. Suddenly opening her eyes wide Arti whined, 'Yeh kya kar rahain hain aap? Main bilkul nangi ho jaouingi. Aap kya chahate hain? (What are you doing? I will become absolutely naked. What do you want?)'.

'Teri panties uttarke, tujhe nanga karke, teri choot dekhna chahata hoon (I want to take off your panties, make you naked and see your cunt)' the left hand replied with a devilish smile and lowered the panties.

With a quick movement the right hand pulled them back in place protesting, 'Nahin, nahin (No, no)'.

'Haan, haan' said the left hand pulling them down again. This was repeated a couple of times but each time the panties ended up lower and lower till they lay on the floor and Arti was completely naked.

Now Arti acted as if someone was trying to pull her down on to the floor and she was resisting it. Her resistance was feeble and soon she lay flat on the floor with her legs slightly apart. Her firm tits were heaving with the effort she had made. Her nipples were taut and her swollen clit was peeping out from between her cunt lips.

Her left hand first squeezed her breasts and tweaked her pointed nipples. 'Oh' she moaned. Then the hand caressed her cunt and pressed her excited swollen clit. 'OOOoo' she squealed softly. Her parted legs began to rise and they bent at the knees. With her fingers she separated the cunt lips showing us her red cunt hole.

'Oh darling your choot is beautiful. I am now going to fuck it' the gruff voice announced.

'Oh! Please be gentle. I am a virgin' she pleaded. 'OWWWWAAA' she screamed. Her body moved as if a cock was working inside her. Few minutes later her hips stated to move up and down in fuck motion. 'Oh' 'OH' OOHHH' 'OOOOHHHHH' she moaned and lay still.

'Turn around and get on your knees' the gruff voice ordered. She took her position on her knees. Spreading her ass cheeks she showed us her brown puckered hole.

'Darling how tight your ass hole looks' the man said. 'W...What are you going to do?' Arti asked trembling with fear.

'Darling ab main teri gaand phardoonga (Now I am going to take your ass hole cherry)' replied her tormentor.

'No please not in my aAAAAAAUUUUUIII' she shouted as if in pain.

At this point Mr. Swami could not control himself and with his erect lund in his hand jumped towards her shouting, 'I will show you how a ass hole is fucked'. Unfortunately in his haste he tripped on the center table otherwise he would surely have penetrated Arti's butt hole.

Rolling over Arti quickly stood up. 'Swami! Sit down' she said authoritatively then smiling suddenly she threw her panties at them, 'wipe the pre-cum off, the hotel management will not take kindly to your staining the upholstery'.

'Arti come to the bed room with us' MD panted.

'All right boys let's get down to brass tracks. You want to fuck my cunt?' Arti asked.

'Yeah, yeah' they replied.

'Fuck my ass hole too' she continued.

'Yeah, yeah' both replied eagerly.

'Good! First let us get the financial arrangements straight' Arti said in a business like manner.

'What! You want us to pay you?' MD said surprised.

'Of course. Remember what you told your bald friend few months ago. I quote " Friend there are no free lunches. You want her choot, you pay for it" unquote. So no free lunches. You pay you get choot. No pay no choot. It is that simple' Arti said grinning broadly.

'B...But Arti we did not pay you last time' Swami stammered.

'You have a short memory. You may not have paid me directly but you paid my husband and you are still paying for that privilege each month'.

'Okay how much do you want?' MD said in his best business like tone.

'The same what the others pay. Ten thousand each' Arti replied smiling sweetly.

'I don't have that type of money on me. I will pay you tomorrow. Promise' MD pleaded.

'Me too' Swami said quickly.

'Sorry boys as I said earlier no money no choot. Pay tomorrow fuck choot also tomorrow' Arti said collecting her clothes.

'Wait!' MD shouted, 'I have my cheque book with me. I will give you a cheque'.

'Me too' Swami said taking it out of his pocket.

Arti looked doubtfully at them. 'Are you sure that you have enough money in the bank to cover the cheque' Arti asked.

'Enough I have more than three times the amount in my bank. I checked it today morning only' MD replied proudly.

'But I have only five thousand in the bank. Please Arti take five thousand' Swami wailed.

'Okay Swami but then only choot no gaand' Arti replied.

'No, no I must have her gaand. Sir, please lend me five thousand. I will pay you back in four days'.

'Swami what do you do with all your money? I pay you so well' MD asked.

'I only keep five thousand in the bank for emergency the rest I invest it in the shares of an I. T. company. My investment has multiplied ten times in the last three years' Swami replied proudly and begged, 'I will sell a few shares tomorrow and repay you. Sir, please trust me'.

The MD and Swami made out the cheques and handed them to Arti. Arti scrutinized them carefully. 'If these cheques are not honored by the bank tomorrow then I promise you that will I file criminal charges against you for cheating and ensure that both of you go to jail, even if I have to fuck the whole police department of the city' Arti said menacingly.

'Don't worry they will be honored' MD said oozing confidence.

'Good' Arti said and pouring herself a glass of coke drained it in large gulps.

'Now what is the delay' MD said impatiently.

'Just one minute. I want to say something to Randy' Arti said and taking me to a corner whispered, 'Randy when I am inside with these two bastards then you switch on the TV on the video channel and watch but no sound. Okay?' Without understanding I nodded.

'Randy hold these cheques for me while I earn them' she said loudly and catching both my bosses by their erect cocks pulled them towards the bedroom, 'come on guys it is show time'.

When they were gone for five minutes I switched on the TV as directed. I was surprised to see the MD ramming his cock into Arti's choot while Swami, manipulating his cock, watched them. The picture was so clear and sharp that I could "understand" the words mouthed by Arti.

After two hours Arti emerged from the room leaving the two completely exhausted and fucked out men behind. 'Come Randy let us go home' she said dressing quickly.

On the way home she asked, 'How was the show on TV? Was it clear?' I told her truthfully that it was great and the picture could not be clearer or sharper. 'Good' she said with satisfaction.

'Arti how did you manage to install this equipment without the knowledge of the MD?' I asked.

Arti laughed, 'Randy you underestimate the power of a beautiful woman's choot. At first the general manager objected but when I fucked him, he was like putty in my hands and fell over himself to please me'.

'Why are you doing this, it must have been very expensive?' I queried.

'Yes the equipment was very expensive but as they say easy come easy go' Arti replied laughing then getting serious she added, 'frankly I myself don't know why but my intuition says that it might be useful to me some day to achieve my goal'.

'What is your goal?' I asked.

'What is the hurry you will soon find out' she laughed deflecting my query.

Things returned to, as they were like before only Arti was a little friendlier.

Nearly two months later Arti said, 'Randy, why don't we go home for a short holiday? Your mother has also written to me several times how she misses us. I am also keen to go'.

Thinking that this was a great opportunity to get Arti out of the rut she had got into, I agreed immediately, 'Good idea. Unfortunately because of pressure of work I can't join you but you go ahead. I will make all the arrangements' I said to her.

In the following days we bought presents for every one at home. I personally chose two beautiful chiffon saris for my sisters Ritu and Nitu. A week later Arti left.

Four weeks later Arti returned. I went to receive her at the railway station. When I reached she was already waiting for me. 'Sorry I got caught in a traffic jam' I said apologetically, 'come let us go'.

'Bhaiya (elder brother)' I heard some one shout from behind me. Turning around I saw both Ritu and Nitu smiling at me. I hugged and kissed them. 'Arti I am glad that you brought them with you. I was really missing them' I said.

When they saw my car they whistled, 'Boy what a car' Nitu said, 'I will sit in the front'.

'I don't mind but you will have to ask your bhabi (brother's wife)' I replied. Arti had no objection and both of them sat in the front with me.

'Oh bhaiya what a beautiful apartment you have' Ritu said as she entered it.

'Yes and it has such a nice view too' Nitu remarked. My chest swelled with pride. I decided to take the day off to spend it with my sisters.

They were full of life. For hours we sat and talked or rather they talked while Arti and I listened to them. 'You both have told us about everything and everyone but you have not said a word about one subject' I said smiling.