Raj’s hands trembled as he gripped the steering wheel, his mind racing with a thousand unpleasant possibilities. The office building loomed ahead, its glass façade reflecting the dimming evening light. He had promised himself he wouldn’t come here again, not after what he’d seen, not after what he’d endured. But something gnawed at him—something he couldn’t ignore. Sachi had been distant lately, her excuses flimsy, her behavior erratic. And now, she hadn’t answered his calls all afternoon.
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He parked in the nearly empty lot, his stomach sinking as he spotted her car still sitting there. Why is she still here? he wondered, his anxiety spiking. He forced himself to breathe, to steady his nerves. Maybe she’s just working late. Maybe this is all in my head. But as he walked into the building, the eerie silence only made his unease grow.
He approached the reception desk, where a young woman was packing up her things for the day. “Excuse me,” Raj said, his voice tense. “Do you know where Sachi Sethi is? She’s my wife.”
The woman hesitated, her eyes darting toward the hallway. “Uh… I think she’s in Ethan’s office,” she said quietly, her tone laced with something Raj couldn’t quite place. “They’ve been in there for a while.”
Raj’s heart lurched. “Thank you,” he muttered, already heading down the hall, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. His mind raced with images he didn’t want to see—images that had haunted him since that first night. Please don’t let it be happening again. Not here.
When he reached Ethan’s office, the door was slightly ajar. His breath caught in his chest as he peered inside, and what he saw made his blood run cold. Sachi was kneeling on the floor, her voluptuous body clad in a skimpy red bikini that left little to the imagination. Her massive breasts spilled out of the top, her cleavage glistening as she pressed them around Ethan’s cock, her hands guiding him between them. Ethan leaned back in his chair, a smirk of pure satisfaction on his face as he watched her worship him.
Raj’s vision blurred, his knees threatening to buckle. “Sachi… what are you doing?” he choked out, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and desperation.
Neither of them seemed to hear him—or if they did, they chose to ignore him. Sachi’s eyes were locked on Ethan’s, her lips parting as she started to chant, her voice soft at first but growing louder with each word. “Big Indian tits need big white cocks!” she declared, her tone almost singsong.
Ethan grinned, joining in as if it were a game. “Big Indian tits need big white cocks!” he echoed, his voice booming through the office.
Raj’s face burned with humiliation, his hands clenching into fists. “Sachi, stop!” he shouted, his accent thicker now, his desperation bleeding into every word. “Please, stop! This isn’t right!”
But they only laughed, their voices rising in unison as Sachi continued to move her breasts up and down Ethan’s shaft. “Big Indian tits need big white cocks!” they repeated, their chant drowning out Raj’s pleas.
The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Raj turned to see a few coworkers peering into the office, their eyes wide with shock—and, worse, amusement. Some stifled giggles, others whispered to each other, but no one stepped forward to stop what was happening.
Raj felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, his voice trembling as he screamed, “Please stop titfucking my wife!” over and over again, his words almost drowned out by the cruel laughter of his coworkers.
Ethan’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he locked eyes with Raj. “I’m titfucking Raj Sethi’s wife!” he shouted, his voice carrying through the office and beyond, loud enough to be heard outside the building. “I’m making her into a big titty Indian slut for white cock!”
Raj’s chest tightened, his humiliation complete as Ethan’s voice echoed around him. He felt powerless, his protests falling on deaf ears as Sachi continued to pleasure Ethan with her body, her movements smooth and deliberate. She looked up at Ethan with a look of pure adoration, her lips parted as she whispered, “Yours… only yours…”
Ethan’s hands gripped her shoulders as his thrusts became more erratic, his release building. “Say it again,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
“I’m yours,” Sachi moaned, her voice loud and unashamed. “Only yours.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Ethan came, his seed erupting in thick, heavy spurts that covered Sachi’s face and breasts. She smiled as she looked up at him, her tongue darting out to catch the droplets that landed on her lips.
Raj’s stomach churned, his humiliation complete as the few remaining coworkers erupted into laughter, their cruel amusement echoing through the office. He felt like a fool, a cuckold, a man who had lost everything—his dignity, his wife, his pride.
And as Ethan leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face, Raj’s voice trembled with a mixture of anger and despair. “Sachi… how could you…”