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gang banged by multiple men in function–2CHAPTER 4For the next few hours, everything was fine. We took in a comedy show, met a whole host of mughal era characters and I ate a huge amount of barbecued meat. There was ale, too, which I liked and Nandini didn’t, and mead, which she loved and I didn’t care for. We soon both had a buzz going—not actually drunk, but appropriately merry for a nauchandi.Nandini got a lot of attention. Almost every man we passed took his time leering at her cleavage—far too many for her to be unaware of it. She didn’t seem to mind as much as I’d thought she would, though. She seemed different—excitable, like a horse that can sense a storm coming. She seemed to be breathing high and fast, and her eyes were gleaming. Flighty. She seemed flighty.I got some attention, too. Quite a few people, men and women, glanced down at the front of my tights as they passed. I eventually looked down and realized to my horror that my cock was standing erect, its outline clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. You could see I was hard and, worse, you could see my size.I’m not the biggest guy. I mean, I’m not tiny, but I’m not hung. I reddened as I realized that everyone walking towards us had seen me…judged me. And I couldn’t lose my hard-on. The sight of my wife right in front of me, with her tight ass swaying and her breasts bouncing, with all the other men staring at her…I was permanently hard. I had no choice but to walk around like that and suffer the looks from other people. It hit me that the lohar hadn’t been looking at my costume when he’d given me that final sneer. He’d been looking at my erection. I reassured myself that there was no way he could know that it was the sight of him kissing my wife that did it to me.“Do you want to try that?” asked my wife. She was pointing towards a tamboo filled with couples dancing. We could only get a few glimpses through the tamboo mouth because it was pretty dark inside. I wasn’t much of a dancer, but it didn’t look too difficult. A sign outside said “Adults Only, Role Play.” I only had a hazy idea of what role playing was, but I presumed we could figure it out.Inside, the tamboo had been lit with candles and a quartet of musicians with lutes and harps were providing the music. The dance seemed to be some sort of formal, lords and ladies thing where you followed the directions of a caller at the front. Everyone but us was in elaborate embroidered gowns or suits with frilly shirts.I took my wife’s hands and started to dance. God, she looked amazing in the dress, with her long brown hair shining in the candlelight and her smile gleaming as she giggled. I felt like the luckiest man alive. We stepped past each other, turned, linked arms, and turned again, copying everyone else. I held her corseted waist, marveling at her new look. Nandini’s figure was great already, but with the corset exaggerating her hourglass shape she was stunning. And she appeared to be having a good time. For the first time since we arrived, I started to really enjoy the nauchandi as a couple, instead of just thinking about the men staring at her. We should do this again, I thought.Then the caller said to change partners.I had to move one way, towards a red-haired woman, and my wife had to move the other, towards a guy with curly black hair. I could see Nandini blink in surprise, her eyes going wide as the guy closed in on her. She glanced between him and me. Is it okay? she seemed to ask.I nodded quickly. Of course it was fine if she danced with someone else. I mean, it was only dancing.A little voice spoke up in my head. Unless it turns into something more.Which was stupid. I was right there in the tamboo with her. It wasn’t going to turn into anything.But you’d sort of like it if it did, teased the voice.I looked at my wife again. She wasn’t looking at me anymore, but staring up at the guy who was dancing with her. He was big, like the lohar, and was dressed up as some sort of nobleman, with a shirt that was stretched tight over a broad chest. As I watched, he slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close. Something jumped inside me, a mixture of panic, jealousy and lust. It’s fine, I thought. It’s just a dance.“Boy,” the woman standing in front of me said, “Do you care to dance, or not?”I flushed and took her waist, and we began to dance. She was quite pretty, a few years younger than me, with a green low-cut dress that displayed a mouth-watering scoop of pale cleavage. Dancing with her, though, meant I couldn’t keep an eye on my wife. I kept trying to look over the woman’s shoulder, but the room was packed and I couldn’t see Nandini anywhere.The woman twirled around, sending her auburn hair out in an arc, and spun into my arms, her ass pressed up against the bulge in my tights. “Oh my,” she said lightly. “I do believe the stable lad is excited.”I flushed bright red and gave her a sheepish smile. And then, through a break in the crowd, I saw my wife.She was standing in the same position as my partner, with her back pressed up against the man’s chest. Her ass was snugged just as tightly into his groin, but…I swallowed. The guy had tight trousers on and he, too, had a noticeable bulge there. A much bigger one than I had.My eyes tracked upward. He had an arm around my wife’s waist, and she had an arm thrown up around his neck. Her head was on his shoulder, her eyes closed. As I watched, I saw his gaze rake over her exposed cleavage. He grinned to himself.My partner twirled away from me, pulling me to a different part of the dance floor and I lost sight of my wife. Minutes passed before I saw her again. This time she was facing her partner, snuggled up close against him, his hands on her back. Then, as I watched, his hands snaked down and clasped her ass.Something like an electric shock went through me, crackling down through my chest. My own partner was forgotten as I watched his large hands smooth over my wife’s ass and then squeeze.My wife pulled her head back a little, looking shocked, then reached back and lifted his hands off her ass and back to her waist. The guy just grinned, leaned down and whispered something in her ear. I saw her blush, breathing hard for a second—almost panting. The guy then slowly and deliberately put his hands back on her ass.She left them there.The crowd closed up and I lost sight of her. I danced an automatic pilot, only vaguely stumbling through the steps. Inside I was raging, torn between the desire to run over there and drag the man off her and the need to watch. Why was she letting him grope her? Maybe it was just accepted here.I tried it for myself. I slid my hands from my partner’s back down to her ass.She leaned back to look at me and then there was the whistle of something whipping through the air. My head jerked to one side, pain exploding across my cheek, and I realized I’d just been slapped.Everyone around us turned to stare. The music stopped, and it all went very quiet. “How dare you, boy!” the woman said loudly, and everyone laughed. “Do you take me for some strumpet?”I flushed red and released her. “I’m sorry! I thought it was all…part of the dance.”She tossed her hair theatrically and sniffed. “A stable boy shouldn’t even be allowed at this sort of occasion,” she told the woman next to her, who nodded. “He certainly shouldn’t try to besmirch a lady’s honor.”I glimpsed my wife through the crowd again and my jaw dropped. The man she’d been dancing with had scooped her up into his arms and was carrying her. She had her arms around his neck and was staring into his eyes. Her lehenga was rucked up above her knees, and the combination of bare skin and knee-high jooti was alluring.I backed away from my partner, my face stinging, putting my hands up in apology as her friends harangued me for being an “uncouth b**st.” She didn’t seem all that annoyed…in fact, the whole thing felt like an act.And then I remembered the Role Play sign outside and it clicked. She was playing a role, and so was I. Part of the fun was doing things you normally wouldn’t, if the role permitted it. A woman could dress up as a noblewoman and be danced by some dashing prince who wasn’t her husband. A man who had a lowly real-life job could pretend to be rich, and a woman who was a high-powered lawyer in real life could play at being a lowly serving vaishya. It wasn’t that I’d grabbed her ass. It was that a stable boy—a peasant—had grabbed her ass, when she was a lady. No doubt if I’d been dressed as a lord, she’d have accepted güvenilir bahis it. No wonder it’s an adults only event! Everyone was using it as an excuse to hook up!Then I remembered Nandini. She was in a vaishya’s outfit, surrounded by men playing rich, powerful lords.I fought my way through the crowd towards where I’d last seen her. There was a huge mound of silken cushions in one corner of the tamboo where people could flop to take a break. There was quite a bit of kissing going on, but I couldn’t see my wife anywhere.Then, right at the back in the semi-darkness, I saw her. She was sitting on his lap, his arms around her waist, blushing as he muttered in her ear. As I watched, he pulled her a little tighter to him and she gasped.I went to approach them…and then veered off and turned my back, breathing hard. Suddenly, a different idea had popped into my head. What if I didn’t intervene? What if I just watched?It was dark at the back of the tamboo, and if I stayed away from the candles I was almost invisible. I crept closer, until I could hear them.“I told you on the dance floor, vaishya, you will learn to obey me or I’ll have you arrested and strung up. I know your sort, arriving aboard some daaku’s galleon and bringing disorder and ruin to a respectable town.”CHAPTER 5My wife gasped again, and I waited for her to say something like, “Um, this is all very fun, but I should probably be getting back to my husband now.” But instead, in a fair approximation of a Bengali accent, she said, “Sir! You have made a mistake. I’m merely a maiden, not a daaku!” And then she…struggled against him. And when I say struggled, I mean…didn’t really struggle at all. She just sort of writhed against him as if helpless, even though she could have easily got up off his lap. It seemed to be calculated to rub her ass against his crotch and tease him with her hair while doing absolutely nothing to actually free her.My wife was playing along. She was actually acting out her role, even though we’d just wandered into this role play thing accidentally.“Then why do you have a dagger, if not to plunge it into a sleeping man’s heart? Perhaps you mean to kill me in my sleep after I take you?” He reached around her and unbuckled her belt of weapons.“No, no—” said my wife. “Don’t take my weapons! Don’t leave me defenseless!” She did another one of those non-struggles. A real change was coming over her, now. Her mouth was open and her breath was coming in hot little pants. She’s not just playing along, I thought in shock. She’s turned on.“Now,” said her dance partner. “Now that I’ve made you safe, open up those sweet lips to me, or I’ll see you dangle from the gallows.” My wife was leaning back against him and, as I watched in horror, he shifted so that her head lolled back onto his shoulder. He smoothed her hair out of the way. He was about to kiss her!I waited for my wife to say something to stop him.She didn’t.His mouth descended on hers, and just before they connected I saw her soft, pink lips part in welcome. Then he was kissing her, deep and hungry, and within seconds I could tell that his tongue was in her mouth. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, and I saw one breast rub against his upper arm. He was doing something with his other hand, too, on the side of her facing away from me. I craned around for a better look…. Holy shit! He’d yanked her lehenga almost up to her waist on that side, and his hand was sliding along her thigh, upward and inward.I was numb with shock…and at the same time more excited than I’d ever been in my life, my cock almost painfully hard, my heart pounding. That my wife would allow this was unbelievable—at home, she was so shy! Putting on the costume must have unlocked something inside her, and then finding herself in this role play event must have been the final straw. I remembered her dance partner whispering in her ear, out on the dance floor. He must have explained how the event worked, and that she as a vaishya should be subservient to him as a lord. Of course, Nandini would have known full well that she could just walk out at any time—it was only a game. But maybe the role play was just what she needed as an excuse. She’d never kiss another man, of course—she was a hundred percent faithful. But if she “had” to kiss another man to stay in character, if, in her mind, she was a helpless daaku vaishya, in thrall to an evil lord….A bomb went off in my mind. Then she could do anything she wanted!My chest went tight. Maybe I’d been reading my wife wrong, all these years. Maybe she had needs I’d never known about, and had just been too shy to express them. How far would she go, now that she had an opportunity?The man nodded towards the dancers, as if telling her that it was time for them to go and rejoin the action. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear, and she blushed. His hand was under her lehenga—God, was he feeling her up?She blushed again. She had a strange look in her eyes—she was turned on, but it was more than that, more like she was off in her own little world. And then she nodded. He made a sudden motion with the hand that was under her lehenga and she yelped and blushed even more. Then she slid off his lap and he strode off into the crowd.I stepped forward into the light.“Rishab!” She blinked twice and seemed to snap back to her old self, the distant look in her eyes gone. She blushed crimson, glancing at the departing back of her partner. “You…saw that?”I opened my mouth to speak, but I didn’t know what to say. Yell at her, for kissing another guy? But she’d done exactly what I’d secretly wanted her to do—let a guy leer over her and flirt with her and get her alone—and it had been just as much of a turn on as I thought it would.Of course, she’d gone a lot further than I’d wanted…I mean, I’d thought about her kissing someone as a fantasy, but I hadn’t wanted it to actually happen…had I? And she didn’t know that it was a fantasy of mine, so she’d sort of cheated on me.I looked at her face, distraught and on the verge of tears, and I knew that I couldn’t be angry at her. I’d be faking it, making her feel bad just to righteously defend my manhood. Instead, I took her hands, pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “It’s okay,” I told her quickly.“It—It is?” Her eyes were moist.I sat her down on the cushions. “It’s okay. Really. I’m not angry.”She swallowed, looking at me disbelievingly, but seemed to calm down. “I’m sorry!” she said. “I just….” She blushed. “I got kind of…into it, and it just sort of…”“It just sort of happened?” I asked gently.She shrugged guiltily. “Yes…but that wasn’t what I was going to say. It just sort of…turned me on,” she said in a small voice.“Kissing a stranger?” I asked, thinking I understood.She nodded. “Yes, and….”—she looked away, unable to meet my eyes—“He was a lord, and he was going to have me hung as a daaku if I didn’t do as he said. I was…”—she almost whispered it—“helpless.”My jaw dropped. Helpless?! We’d never played around with BDSM. Nandini wasn’t into that…was she? Suddenly, all that non-struggling made a lot of sense. I realized she was still looking at me with big, worried eyes.“Look,” I said. “Honestly, it’s alright.”“But…aren’t you angry?”And there it was. Decision time. Tell her the truth and expose my fantasies, or lie to her and make her feel terrible?It wasn’t any decision at all. My love for her gave me only one choice…and, ultimately, doomed me.“No,” I said softly. “I’m not angry.” I edged closer to her, not wanting anyone else to hear. “Look, I should have said something a long time ago. I…”—I took a deep breath—“I get turned on, seeing other men looking at you. Seeing that guy kiss you was even better.”She stared at me for a long time.“Say something!” I said.“I’m just…are’t you jealous?” she asked.“Yes! Jealous and angry. But turned on as well. More turned on than angry. I mean, being turned on makes it okay.” I sighed. “It’s difficult to explain.”“So you…want me to do things with other guys?” she said slowly.I nodded. “Do you think I’m weird?”For a heart-stopping moment, she said nothing. Then: “No. I mean, I’ve heard of people liking that. It’s just…wow. It’s a lot to take in.” She looked around her at the candles, the lords and ladies. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation here.”“Maybe we had to have it here,” I said. “Maybe this is a good place to…you know. Both come out of our shells a bit.”She glanced back at the cushions where she’d sat on the man’s lap, güvenilir bahis siteleri and blushed. “Maybe.” She thought for a while. “So it wouldn’t be cheating? I mean, you’d really be okay with it?”I had to think about it. I’d lived so long with the fantasy that it was hard to get used to the idea of it becoming a reality. “Yeah. I’d have to be there, though. That’s what would make it not cheating. That I’d be there, and know everything that went on.”She nodded. “How far would you want me to go?”And that was the moment. All I had to say was, “No further than kissing,” which was about how I felt. Or maybe “No clothes come off,” which was definitely my limit. Why didn’t I just say that? My brain was screaming at me to say that. But I still had an image in my brain of Nandini being mounted by her dance partner, his strong body between her legs, and even though I knew it was just a fantasy, knew for certain that I’d never want it to happen in reality, it made me hesitate. What if I drew a line, and then wanted to go just over it? What if I said No further than kissing, but then wanted her to go just a little further and she called a stop to things?And so, fatally, I said, “I don’t think we should set a limit. I’ll be there. I’ll just stop you if it’s too much.”She swallowed and I saw her breathing speed up. “Really?”I nodded slowly. I was still thinking in terms of kissing and groping—I never considered that she might be thinking of much, much more. “Yep.” I stood up. “Now…how about we get out of here?” And I held out my hand to help her up.She smiled and took it, pulling herself to her feet. Then she threw herself into my arms and kissed me. “Thank you!” she said.“For what? For giving you permission?”“For being honest with me.” And she hugged me. As we walked towards the exit, I was elated. I had visions of us having happy adventures together, with her dancing and kissing strangers in bars and me watching from a few feet away, and then fantastic sex afterwards. I thought we’d just taken a huge step forward in our marriage. I had no idea of the mistake I’d just made.Just as we neared the exit, I saw Nandini’s dance partner. He was side-on to us, taking a break at the side of the tamboo and watching the dancers. As I watched, I saw him lift his hand to his face. In his huge palm was a scrap of black, silky fabric from which dangled some thin bands. He raised it to his nose, inhaled deeply, and grinned.I had to turn the image around in my head before I realized that I was seeing a pair of women’s panties with the waistband snapped.Nandini’s panties. He’d torn them off her as part of their scene.I walked Nandini out of there before she saw him, but my brain was already working overtime. Suddenly, I was seeing things in a different light. I could imagine, now, what he’d been doing under her lehenga. He must have had his hand bunched in her panties, stretching them away from her pussy, and whispered something like, “I will take your underclothes as a trophy, you harlot.”And she’d agreed. Not just to giving him her panties, but to having them ripped off. That was way beyond my comfort zone.And then I’d come along and told her that I was fine with the whole thing. She now thought I was okay with far more than I really was.I looked across at her as she strolled happily along. Should I say something? But if I did, she was liable to panic and be upset, and we were only just getting started on this whole new adventure. Best to chalk it up to experience, I figured. She’d gone too far, but nothing like that was ever going to happen again. I’d step in and stop things before it did.CHAPTER 6We explored the rest of the nauchandi, taking in a couple of music acts and watching some live demonstrations. For a few hours, everything was normal. I relaxed enough to begin enjoying myself again, feeling my cock harden each time a guy stared at Nandini’s breasts. But the excitement of that was shot through with the memory of a darker, riskier pleasure. Now that I’d seen her kiss another guy, having them merely look at her was less fun. Part of me wanted more…but I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk my wife getting carried away again, even with the boundaries we’d agreed. It felt as if I was playing with something truly dangerous.The sun was sinking low, setting the sky ablaze with orange and gold, when I saw the man on horseback. He sat tall in the saddle and he was well built, but with an athlete’s powerful muscle, not a bodybuilder’s ugly bulk. He was dressed in an elaborate costume even grander than the nobles I’d seen walking around, and if there could have been any doubt who he was playing, the crown on his head sealed the deal.Nandini had ducked into the tamboo of a self-proclaimed herbalist and was busy cooing over supposed love potions and elixirs of wealth, and I began to hope that she’d stay in there until he’d passed. As he came closer, I saw that he had dark, short hair and the sort of blue eyes that women say are piercing or clear blue pools. A strong jaw, too, shaved but already dark with stubble again, and defined cheekbones. He looked like he belonged in Hollywood. And he was even riding a white horse—he was a Mughal fantasy come true. I just knew that my wife would like him and that should have turned me on. It did, in a way. But something about his eyes sent a deep sense of unease through me. They were too…cold.Weirdly, he seemed to be looking for someone as he rode towards us, checking out everyone in the crowd. People waved to him and stopped to chat and sometimes petted his horse, and he put on a good show of being friendly, but his eyes never stopped searching.And then Nandini stepped out of the herbalist’s tamboo.Within seconds, the raja was riding our way. He rode straight up to us, then past us, and now his eyes were fixed on the horizon. Nandini watched open-mouthed as he passed her, and let out a little sigh that sounded almost wistful.It was only when he’d passed us that the raja glanced idly around and saw Nandini. Immediately, he pulled his horse up short and turned around to walk back to her. Nandini gave a little gasp of astonishment. She’d caught the king’s eye, just like the lowly maiden in the stories.Except I knew that wasn’t what had happened at all. I knew now why he’d been searching the crowd so hard. He’d been looking for her, and now he’d made it look as if he’d happened upon her by chance. That sense of unease rose and grew.“Fair lady,” the raja said in the best Bengali accent I’d heard all day. “A tragedy almost occurred. Another second and I might have ridden right past you and missed the opportunity to compliment your beauty.”Something strange happened to Nandini. She sort of blushed and giggled and pushed a lock of hair back from her face, all at the same time, and then she was sort of crouching, folding her legs under her. It hit me that she was curtsying. She must have picked it up from those cable dramas. “You are too kind, sire,” she told him, slipping straight back into her own version of a Bengali accent.The raja swung a leg over his horse and jumped down to the ground, landing easily. Hell, he was a lot taller than me, or Nandini. “I am not, good lady. Words can do you no insaf. What is your name?”My wife had her eyes downcast, now, just flicking them up to meet his when she dared. “Nandini, sire.”He looked at her clothes. More specifically, he looked at her breasts, pale and firm and offered up to him by the neck of the dress. I suddenly regretted persuading her to wear it. I suddenly regretted a lot of things. What was wrong with me? I knew Nandini wouldn’t cheat on me. We’d agreed that I’d stop her before she went too far, and this—a guy checking her out, clearly lusting after her body—was exactly what I’d wanted all along. So why did I get a sense of creeping dread every time I looked at the king?No, wait. Not every time I looked at him. Every time I looked at the two of them together. That was it. I trusted Nandini…I just didn’t trust her with him. It was like watching a deer nuzzling the hand of a hunter.Even as I thought it, the king’s gaze turned to me. “I see you brought one of your servants to the nauchandi,” he said. “Is he your stable lad?”Nandini reddened on my behalf. “Oh! No, sire. He’s my husband.”The raja made a big show of amazement. “A beautiful blossom like you is married to—” Then he appeared to catch himself. “My pardon. I meant no disrespect. A lady may marry a stable lad, of course, just as a raja may iddaa siteleri bed a vaishya. What he lacks in stature I’m sure he makes up for in other areas.”He was grinning. A few people around us had stopped to listen, and the raja was careful to give me a big wink. It’s all part of the nauchandi, that wink said.And so I laughed, and Nandini laughed too. It was all fine—everyone around us knew that the raja was really a great guy, and he was only playing at offending the poor husband.But under the veneer of fun, it didn’t feel like that at all. There was a cruel gleam in the king’s eyes that everyone but me had missed. He was pretending it was a joke, but he was doing everything he could to make me look like an idiot.Suddenly, he made the “Time out” symbol with his hands. I’d seen a few people do it when they wanted to say something out of character in a scene. He stepped closer to my wife. “Actually,” he said. “You may be able to help me. We’re about to do a public display scene and we need a stand in.”Something about his voice hit me. He hadn’t shifted to an Bihari accent. I realized he actually was Bengali. No wonder he got to be the king! With those looks and that voice, he must be incredibly popular with the Mughal-e-azam scene.“A scene?” Nandini asked. “For the public? Oh, I’m not an actress. We’re just guests.”“I’m sure you’d do it very well. It’s just a capture and punishment scene.”“Capture?” said Nandini, a strange little quiver in her voice.“Punishment?” I asked.The raja smiled wolfishly. “It’s just a bit of fun. We bring a criminal to insaf, put them in the stocks and spank them.”“Spank…?” said Nandini disbelievingly…and, to my amazement, hopefully.“That would be alright, wouldn’t it? You’re the adventurous type.” The king’s eyes twinkled.I actually saw Nandini’s breathing speed up. Her chest started to visibly rise and fall and, with her low-cut dress, the effect was stunning. “I…Yes,” said Nandini. “Wait. No.”The raja grinned again. “Make up your mind,” he said teasingly.Nandini looked at me for a second, then turned back to the raja. “Yes,” she said.It only occurred to me then that she’d been checking I was okay with it. That had been my opportunity to say “No,” and I’d missed it.The raja immediately went back into his role. “You there! Stop! You’re one of the daakus who’ve been threatening my ships!” He advanced on my wife, his size intimidating.Nandini put her hands up in front of her. “N—No, sire! You’ve made a mistake! I’m a simple kisan’s wife!”He grabbed one slender wrist and pulled her to him, and she let herself be drawn tight against his body, her soft breasts pressed against him. “Yet you carry the weapons of an outlaw…or perhaps an assassin!” He unbuckled her belt and it fell to the floor, the sword and dagger clanging loudly.Nandini was actually panting with arousal, now. Just as in the dance tamboo, the feel of being restrained by a strong, dominant man was doing something to her, putting her into a state I’d never seen her in during all our years together. Why did I never know this? I could have done this to her!“N—No, sire!” she pleaded. “I am loyal to the king!” She non-struggled, which just rubbed her breasts against his chest.“Silence! No doubt you have more knives concealed on you. Or perhaps poison to slip into my food!” the raja yelled, his booming, actor’s voice carrying. A crowd had quickly formed around us and everyone was eager to see insaf done.“No, sire,” my wife almost shrieked.CHAPTER 7“Let’s see,” said the raja. I was so shocked that I didn’t pick up on what he was intending until he was actually doing it, and then my jaw dropped in horror.He began to search her. He couldn’t take her clothes off, of course—this was a Mughal-e-azam nauchandi, not a BDSM club. But he could run his hands all over her body to “check for weapons.” I saw him cup her breasts and squeeze, and trace the lines of her corseted waist, and fondle her ass and run his hands up and down her thighs. Of course, my wife writhed and pleaded, her face red. But, just as before, she was careful not to struggle so hard as to break his grasp. And I could see her getting more and more aroused with every touch of his hands. Helpless, she’d said. Something about being helpless.The crowd loved it. The men, especially. And for a second, I was back in the street again, on our wedding anniversary, imagining the guy pulling her to him and running his hands over her body. Wasn’t this exactly what I’d wanted? My cock was hard. I was getting off on it…but along with the arousal there was a burning jealousy. And a jagged edge of fear…I could feel things sliding out of control.“No more weapons,” the raja told the crowd in a loud voice. “Unless she’s carrying a tiny dagger in some secret place. Perhaps I’ll search her more thoroughly, back at the palace.”The crowd cheered and laughed. My initial shock started to pass and I felt white-hot rage swell inside me. Nandini was clearly consenting to all this—in fact, she was loving it—but she was my wife. The raja couldn’t just—couldn’t just—I stepped forward. “Stop, sire,” I said, wishing I could make my voice boom like the king’s.The raja put his hand on my chest and pushed. It wasn’t a very hard push, only designed to send me staggering backward a few feet. Just part of the show. But I wasn’t ready for it and I went tumbling onto my ass.Everyone laughed.“Do not attempt to interfere with insaf, citizen,” the raja told me. He gave me an apologetic look for the benefit of the crowd, but I knew he wasn’t really sorry at all. Nandini looked concerned for a second, but then he pulled her hard against him and she just sort of went limp against, looking up at him with huge eyes.I watched from the ground as he tied her wrists together in front of her with a leather thong. Nandini just stood there and stared at her wrists as he did it, as if it was the most wondrous thing she’d ever seen and I knew from her expression that she must be moistening at the feeling of being tied. The raja climbed up into his saddle, taking Nandini’s belt of weapons with him, then easily swung her up to sit in front of him, her ass pressed against his groin.“But…but she’s my wife!” I said from the ground.“You can see her in the stocks,” the raja told me. “The same as everyone else.” And he urged his horse into a gallop. The crowd cheered again and ran after him, wanting to see the next part of the show.I got slowly to my feet, my eyes locked on the horse and its two passengers. The raja was having to press up against my wife to use the reins, their bodies molded together from groin to shoulder. I wondered if his cock was hard, if she could feel his hardness rubbing against her ass. And then I saw him take the reins in just one hand and snug his other arm around her waist, holding her tightly. Just to ensure she didn’t fall off as they sped through the nauchandi, of course. Except I could see his hand come up to cup first one breast and then the other, and the way she writhed against him in reaction. And I saw him stroke her tummy in small circles, as if relishing her flatness. The sight of it sent crackling bolts of heat straight down to my groin, but at the same time I was becoming more and more afraid.Rattling around my brain was this wasn’t supposed to happen! But Nandini hadn’t broken the rules we set. I hadn’t told her to stop and so she’d gone ahead, and was having the time of her life.I knew now that there was something deep and powerful inside my wife that I hadn’t known about, a need to submit to a dominant man. It had come to the surface when she’d put on the costume—I suddenly remembered how she’d reacted to the feeling of the tight corset. I bet I can’t even run or anything, she’d mused. The final push had been the role play scenes. She was able to immerse herself in a world where a lowly vaishya could find herself helpless at every turn.I didn’t know what that secret urge to submit might make her do. It was an entirely unpredicted variable that could wreak havoc with my careful plan. I’d thought she was shy and timid, that I’d always have to be the one to push her. But all these men had to do was to give her just a hint of that feeling of helplessness and the old Nandini was gone. Lost in her arousal, what might she agree to? Would she go too far?I started to run after the horse, but quickly fell behind. I could feel the fear taking over as my wife disappeared into the distance with a stranger. Stop! I wanted to yell. Stop! She’s not yours!Something the raja had said had been bothering me and, as I ran, it finally clicked home. You’re the adventurous type, he’d said. As if he already knew her…or knew of her.Legs aching, chest burning, I tried to run faster.tbc………………..

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