Fucking Politics – Part 3 (Threesome With My Wife And Her Boyfriend)

Room 609, Velvet Pleasures hotel, Goa.

“I am sorry Disha. I am really sorry for the humiliation you had to endure in the last couple of hours.” I said seeing my wife lay naked on the floor bathed in cum. She was drowsy and almost unconscious. That’s because I drugged her before she got fucked by four horny old men.

I carried her to the bathroom to clean her. Resting her by the wall I took the handheld shower and started cleaning the cum off her chest. Suddenly I had the urge to slap her breasts. So I did. Disha’s breasts weren’t as big as her mother’s jugs to jiggle. Still, it was fun.

“Bad girl!” I said slapping her tits. She didn’t react. So I pinched her nipple hard. “You have been a very naughty girl Disha. A careless one too. You agreed to marry me and yet you didn’t tell me about your lover whom you invited to our honeymoon.”

Rubbing my hand over her flat belly I then shoved two fingers inside her pussy. Fingering her cunt I continued to talk to her.

“My parents were murdered on a highway. My mother was brutally raped until she died of embarrassment. Their killer, motherfucker Ganga Singh, was caught but then set free by the court because he has strong political contacts. In that situation, you agreed to marry me but then you go on to cheat on me, why? Why would you do this to me?”

I was done cleaning her, so I carried her and threw her on the bed. Damn right, I was pissed! Fair flawless skin, cute round face, C-cup breasts, hourglass figure, and that sweet hairless pussy. Seeing my bitch wife lay naked on the bed, I was tempted to mount her.

Getting on top I tried shoving my dick inside her pussy, but it kept on slipping. My penis was struggling to get a hard-on. Disha was still unconscious. With hopes to get an erection, I kissed her lips hard. So much so that blood came out of her lower lip.

I sucked her lip until the blood dried out. Still no arousal. At that moment I was very stressed. I felt guilty for letting Disha be fucked by four desperate politicians just so I can get their support.

Out of them, one was Gandharv Sinha (62). He was one of the founding members of the SRP political party and Disha’s father Dhanagiri’s good friend. He knew my wife very well since she was a baby. Still, he didn’t hesitate even once to defile her body.

The ruthless beast drilled Disha’s mouth hole so that she couldn’t say anything to get Gandharv emotional.

But somewhere I felt she deserved it. A couple of days ago we met Gandharvji at a temple in Goa. He invited us to the bungalow that he owns. We went there together but Disha felt like walking on the beach. So while I conversed with this respectable person, Disha went out for a walk.

The next day Gandharvji called me saying this,

“Rishi beta (son). I heard two gardeners gossiping about a couple kissing on the beach the other day you came to my place. They claimed that the woman they saw kissing was Disha. I know it can’t be true so I fired both of them. Still, I feel like you should know this.”

Maybe Disha did deserve to be violated by a couple of barbaric politicians. But I guess four was too much. I can’t forget how Disha moaned and screamed while the men rammed her pussy and butt-hole at the same it. Her body is so tiny and delicate. I feared that they might break her in desperation.

She would have been in excruciating pain during the act had I not drugged her earlier. Maybe I went too far and I feel bad about doing that. Disha was still naked and passed-out out of exhaustion. So I made a couple of phone calls and then sat next to the bed holding her hand.

She didn’t respond but I know she was listening. “The only thing I care to achieve in my life is to avenge the death of my parents. For that, I must become the biggest and worst fucking politician this country has ever seen.” I grunted while squeezing her hand.

Disha was in a deep sleep but I hope she heard all I had to say. A couple of hours later Disha woke up with a shock.

“What are you doing here? Stop! What if Rishi finds out!” she shouted pushing him away. At that moment there was a man, naked, resting on Disha, kissing her flat belly. While Disha slept I arranged for someone to pleasure my wife’s body to heal her scars of a gangbang.

“Abhay please stop kissing!” said she. Meanwhile, the guy had spread her pussy lips to play with her clit. “Ahh,” Disha resisted at first but then gave in to her cravings.

Abhay Virkrant is Disha’s boyfriend with whom she had been fooling around on the beach during our honeymoon. She was in a relationship with this prick before her marriage. But I didn’t know back then.

I could see her gasp, moan even grunt while her lover worked her pussy. Her body reacted to every kiss he landed on her bare breasts. Her shoulder or her neck. I had given strict instructions to not kiss her on her lips. He then went on to stuff his 8-inch dick inside my wife’s baby-making hole.

She blushed like a virgin bride and moaned with every thrust. It was the first time I was seeing my wife enjoy sex. She didn’t let him cum inside her pussy. Instead, she made him fill her mouth. Disha seemed thoroughly satisfied as she lay in his arms cuddling.

She tried kissing his lips but this obedient guy wouldn’t let her. Maybe because I threatened Abhay with the help of Jagdish Churi, the owner of this hotel and a former gangster. FYI Jagu dada was one of the dicks who was earlier inside my wife’s pussy.

“Why are you not kissing me?” she asked.

“Because I told him not to.”

I broke my silence and walked out from behind the window curtain. I too was naked at the moment and had a bit of erection. But seeing a superior dick in the vicinity made my penis shrink to half of its size. Disha was shocked to see me. She tried to knock Abhay off the bed. But I stopped her.

“Abhay right?” I said to the guy, “You did a marvelous job pleasuring my wife. I might need your assistance in the future.”

Still, Disha panicked.

“Honey I can explain. I’m sorry Rishi, I won’t do it again.”

Disha was finally back to her senses. I could see genuine guilt in her eyes. “No, you should,” I said hinting Abhay to start pleasuring Disha again. He got on top of her and started kissing her body, neck to toe.

Walking close to Disha I said, “I know my 5-inch dick will never be enough to satisfy you. That doesn’t bother me. I will make sure you are sexually satisfied by someone if not me. All I care about is to become a politician. And since you are my wife now, you have to play the role of a politician’s wife. I hope I can expect at least that.”

Finally, Disha had calmed down letting Abhay pleasure her body. As I stood next to her, Disha turned over and Abhay started playing around with her butt, shoving his face in the cleavage of her butt cheeks. She continued to listen to me.

“I don’t know how much Manda Ma (mother-in-law) had told you about being a ‘politician’s wife’. But it comes with a lot of responsibility. You just can’t carelessly fuck around with your secret lover in public.”

She was listening to me carefully while her eyes set on my penis. Then extending her arm she gently held my penis in her palm.

“I understand,” she replied.

Disha pinched my foreskin, then pushing it back she stroked my dick to get it hard. Her touch didn’t have much effect.

“Think about my mother,” said Disha. “Like you did during our first night.” Apparently, Disha knows about our little secret. The secret that I have hots for my mature mother-in-law. I hope she doesn’t know anything more.

Meanwhile, I kept on spilling out my guilt. “All the four guys that I made you fuck had seen you with this stupid lover of yours. There was nothing I could do.”

“It’s okay honey. I can understand. You don’t have to say another word,” she said pulling me close so that she could suck my cock. Swallowing it whole she sucked on my cock while fondling my balls. I simply closed my eyes and pictured Disha’s mother blowing me as she did countless times in the past.

In just a couple of minutes, I was close to the climax. When I came, I could get only a couple of droplets semen out. They were barely noticeable when they landed on her face.

That day I fucked my wife in the shower. I masturbated watching her being fucked by four dudes. I masturbated yet again when I saw her having sex with her lover. So please don’t judge me if I couldn’t generate enough load when she sucked my cock.

Unfortunately that jerk Abhay saw that and gave a sly smile. Confidently he climbed on Disha’s back and pulling her butt cheeks to the side. He stuffed his monster cock inside her butt-hole. On the first thrust itself, Disha screamed at the top of her voice.

A hotel attendant came to check. So I had to go tell her that everything is fine. I heard her giggle having caught a glimpse of my shrunken penis.

“Don’t feel bad, oh husband!” said she while she was being pounded. By then Abhay had Disha rested against the wall and was fucking her in missionary pose.

“Just as your dick isn’t as big as I would like, my tits aren’t as big as you would love. In a way we both are imperfect which makes us perfect for each other. Come join us,” she said inviting me for a threesome.

Most of the time, I was just kissing her lips with a lot of tongue action while her boyfriend stretched her pussy. I regained my erection 20 minutes later. Still, I was the first to cum.

It was four in the evening so I got dressed and walked out of the room. I had a meeting to attend in the hotel’s restaurant. Meanwhile, those horny fuck-bunnies continued to make love.

In the restaurant, I was supposed to have an early dinner with a top local politician Kesav Romaka and his wife. He is the local in-charge of my father-in-law’s political party SRP. FYI he is one of the guys who fucked my wife earlier that morning.

We were already seated at the table and chatting while having the starters. Then suddenly Kesav got distracted and said, “Ahh, Dishaji,” he gave a seductive moan.

“Ya, sorry. She won’t be joining us for dinner,” I replied. Both of them were confused and then they smiled.

When I turned I saw a hot woman, wearing a sparkly black sari with a black sleeveless low-cut blouse, approach our table. I noticed that she had stuffed her push-bra to show off as much cleavage as possible. Tying her long black hair in a bun made look more like her mother than before.

“That’s my wife Disha,” I said casually introducing her. I was surprised to see my wife join us for dinner despite the fact that I gave her a green signal to be with her boyfriend.

The rest of the dinner went great. Disha was being very charming. She has this ability to seduce people with words. She was able to impress them at the dinner table that evening and later that night in bed.

The couple took us to their bungalow by the beach, where all four of us slept together. Both of us men were laying on the bed while our wives swapped and on top, riding our cocks.

The politician Kesav had my wife. She seemed to be enjoying riding an older man. Meanwhile, I had a cute chubby milf named Kanika. She was like my mother-in-law. Voluptuous with big tits and at the moment naked on top of me moving her hips as fast as she could.

Obviously she couldn’t match the pace of my young athletic wife. Still, she tried. Seeing me distracted she grabbed my face, “Don’t worry beta. Your wife is in good hands and so are you.” She said and then kissed me on my lips. She even slipped me her tongue.

Apparently, wife swapping is an old tradition in politics. They call it ‘A Politician’s Promise’.

The night went well, having sex. After which Disha and I went for some skinny dipping in the water. Her idea! Fortunately, the beach was empty that late in the night. We ended up having sex there. I was shocked to see this transformation in Disha.

The sex we had on the beach was the first time she was being truly romantic with me. As surprised and happy I was that night, more surprises followed in the remaining days of our honeymoon.

Not only did she manage to convince other top politicians to support me in my political career, but she also put a lot of effort into making our honeymoon as romantic as possible. And as a bonus, that 8-inch prick Abhay was nowhere to be seen for the rest of our trip to Goa.

By the time we were ready to leave, I had the votes of four key members of the SRP party. “Now your father can’t stop me from joining SRP,” I told my wife on our return journey. The reason I say that is because something he said to me earlier.

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A couple of days after the wedding I had a chat with my father-in-law. He said to me, “It seems that you are taking some interest in politics. Don’t!” I was taken aback by his suggestion. He didn’t even let me explain my side.

“I want my daughter as far away from politicians as possible. That’s why I agreed to let her marry a simple engineer.”

I didn’t say anything but I was determined to enter politics. Nobody and I mean nobody can stop me from achieving this goal. Fortunately, after the honeymoon, my wife Disha was on my side.

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I know what you guys must have thought after reading the previous chapter. ‘This is the same typical story of a cheating wife turned into a cheap slut.’ But that isn’t my case. Why does it always have to be?

People say ‘Behind every successful man is a woman.’ But what is she doing behind me? Most of the time she is in front facing me, sometimes I am behind her, sometimes she is on top, sometimes I am on top.

The key to success (derived from an ancient word ‘suck-sex’) is just this – ‘A lot of sucking and a lot of sex.’ and my beautiful wife Disha did both of that, for me, just to see me someday be successful in the field of fucking politics.

To be cunt-i-nude.

In the next part.
The newlywed return from the honeymoon. Now Rishi has to reveal his desire of joining politics to his father-in-law. What will happen then? Also, will Rishi’s wife and his mother-in-law openly stand by his side?

I know it has been a very long time since I posted the last chapter ‘Fucking Politics’. Hopefully, this next chapter is worth the wait. I promise to post future chapters of this series sooner if you guys are interested. So please do tell me via email to [email protected].

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