I suppressed the impulse to punch the smug little bastard who had obviously fucked my wife at some time and walked through the door he had indicated. When I stepped into the room where they were all gathered, eight men and Sohini, I was still trying to figure out what I was going to say or do. I just decided to go with the flow. Apart from the European, who was making to leave, everyone was naked. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and in the middle of it all, Sohini was laid on her back, legs wide apart and up in the air with one young guy laid fucking away between them, while another one had his cock in her mouth.

Pradip was the first to see me. "Shit!" he said, causing some of the others to turn and look at me. The lad fucking Sohini didn't stop and nor did she. She was moaning softly around the other man's cock, completely oblivious to the fact that her cuckolded husband was in the room.

"Sohini..." Pradip said softly as I walked towards him, trying to warn her. "Look," he said to me, "I can explain..."

I stopped in front of him, fighting the urge to punch him. Instead, I turned and pushed the guy away that was receiving the blowjob before bending down and grabbing Sohini by the hair. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw me.
"Hey! Wait your turn," said the man who was screwing her. He was so arrogant, and had a really weasel-like face, and again I had to really restrain myself from kicking the little shit in the face.
"It is my turn. It's always my turn," I growled in a tone which I had never heard myself make before. "Now get the fuck off my wife before I break your neck." The little rat-man's eyes open as wide as Sohini's had done a moment before, and he rolled off her quickly. I dragged Sohini to her feet by the hair and shoved her towards the door. The Old Man stepped in front of me threateningly, but I put my both hands on his chest and pushed him out of my way. So hard in fact that he fell over and rolled into the wall beneath the window where I had been watching.

Sohini was sobbing her eyes out as he picked up her dress and undergarments. The European man had made a run for it, but some of the other men were clenching their fists and looking at me dangerously and for a moment I wondered what I had got myself into here, but Pradip’s voice cut through the tense atmosphere.

”Let them go,” he said. “It’s fine. Let them go.”

”But...” said Old Man from the floor but Pradip cut him off with a gesture of his hand. “It’s her husband. Have some respect.”

Have some respect? I almost laughed at the cheek of it. Where was Pradip's respect for me. Feeling incredibly humiliated, I walked back out of the room, pushing a still naked Sohini before me. She had her clothes in her arms, but I wasn't pausing long enough for her to get dressed in case those other men decided to do something with their fists. I was a big enough guy to take some of them on, but I wasn't stupid. I would't be able to take them all on - there was just too many of them.

"Where are you going with her?" said the youngster I had passed in the entranceway. I shoved him out of the way as I had Old Man and we rushed out into the cool night air. Sohini was still crying hysterically as I walked her all the way down the drive and finally got her into my car. As we drove home, I couldn't make myself talk to her, and she didn't say anything to me. She just sat there crying, still totally naked with the bundle of clothes in her lap.

Even when we got home, she didn't dress. She fled the car and rushed into the house, still bare as the day she was born, with just the crumpled garments she had started the night wearing in her arms. I followed her in the house, but didn't join her by going upstairs. I went through into the main room and requested the woman who looks after our children’s to close their door from inside.

Before she close the door I checked in on the kids who were all sleeping nicely. I then joined Sohini in the bedroom. She had got into bed and was curled tightly beneath the covers, still crying gently. The anger in me had gone. I don't even know if it was anger, or just panic at not wanting her to be gang-banged by all those men. I first closed the door and windows of our bedroom tightly, then switched on the AC, undressed down to my boxer shorts and climbed into bed alongside her. She was still naked, and felt very cold so I put my arms around her and pulled her close. She turned and buried her face into my chest.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I'll go tomorrow."

"Go? Where?" I asked gently. "I don't want you to go."

"Aren't you angry?" she sobbed, "I understand if you are. I'm such a slut. I deserve it."

"I don't know what I feel at this precise moment," I confessed. "I'm all mixed up. I didn't expect that."

"How did you find me? Did you already know?" she asked and she looked up at me. Her eyes were red-rimmed and wet, and her make up was smeared all over her face, making her look even more of a slut when combined with the dried cum matted in her hair and plastered across her forehead.

I had to explain it all to her. She already knew how much it had turned me on to know that she was fucking her boss, and how I had wanted to see it for myself so I admitted to finding his address on the internet and then driving to his house early to try and catch a look at them doing it. I told her everything. How I had seen her first with Pradip and then with the Old Man and finally with the European before the new people had turned up.

"You watched through all of that?" Sohini asked, "Why didn't you stop it earlier?"

I confessed that I was enjoying it up to that point, but when I saw all of these other men I panicked and had to stop it because I didn't want her to get gang-banged like that.

"It wouldn't be the first time," she whispered, almost inaudibly.

"What?" I said and Sohini broke down crying again. When she finally stopped, she confessed everything to me.
(TO BE CONTINUED)