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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated
as such.  The following story is for the entertainment
of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories
upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it is illegal
in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it.

A Daughter's Sacrifice - Part 1 (wife, M/F, M+F, mmF)

         "I have to tell you something, Anoop," my
wife, Kamal, said.  She sat across from me over
breakfast.  Bright sunlight streamed through the
apartment window behind her back.  Kamal looked
stunning as always.  She wore just a flimsy chemise
and her cotton panties.  That was one thing I liked
about her.  She always seemed to be in a state of
semi-undressed.

          "Uh-huh," I said.  My head was buried in the
morning paper.  I was following up about the story of
the two missing teenage girls.  The police had no
clues as yet.

          "This is a very serious matter that I want
to tell you.  Please put the paper down," Kamal said. 
Her silky black shoulder length hair accentuated her
pretty features as I gave her my attention.

          "OK.  Tell me," I said folding the
newspaper.

          "I did something and I want your forgiveness
and understanding," Kamal started.  She clasped her
hands on the table.

          My first reaction was that this was going to
cost me money.  I braced myself for a substantial
dollar figure accompanied by a no win story.

          "When I went to India for Mama's bypass
surgery, Dr. Dinesh was the only doctor who had the
facility and the expertise to handle the operation. 
Her chances for making it through was non-existant
with any other heart specialist.  Each day the chances
for recovery worsened and it took me three days of
pushing the right buttons just to see the doctor," my
wife said.  She gulped down the rest of the orange
juice and proceeded.  "When I finally met him, he told
me that he couldn't take any new patients for the next
six months as his calendar was full."

          Since my mother in law did have the surgery
and is recovering, I braced myself to hear how my wife
had given the doctor some exorbitant amount of money
to get my mother in law under the knife immediately. 
My second thought was that if my wife had given the
respectable doctor a handsome monetary inducement, how
come I wasn't aware of it.

          "I was just quiet...sitting in the doctor's
office," Kamal continued.  "I couldn't believe my
mother had to die because the doctor was just too
busy.  Her situation was so precarious, she couldn't
even travel.  Then the doctor said that if I was
willing to give him sexual favors, he will..."

          "Wait a minute," I said.  "Is that what the
doctor said.  Why didn't you slap that bastard's
face."

          "Let me finish," my wife said.  "He said
that he will have my mother's illness immediately
taken care of.  However he warned me that since the
whole operation and recovery would take a month, that
I must reside in his house and to be ready to service
him or whoever else upon his instructions."

          I studied my twenty-three years old wife and
I couldn't imagine her sleeping with the aged doctor
or anybody else in that case.  "So how did you manage
around that proposition?   How much money did you
promise the doctor?" I asked.  My wife believed that
money grew on trees.

          "There was no money exchanged.  He didn't
want money.  He wanted my body and I had no choice.  I
agreed.  For twenty-six days and nights he had me,"
Kamal said.  She brushed her hair off her face.

          I chose my words carefully.  "We are not
talking about what you had for dinner last night," I
said.  I slammed my fist on the table.  "How could you
do this?  How the hell could you even consider it."

          "Look it wasn't easy doing it but I had no
choice," Kamal said.

          "There are always choices.  Couldn't you
even have tried other options.  Checked the hospitals
in other cities.  I cannot believe that you were duped
so easily," I said.  I felt sick in my stomach.

          "My mother has only me to take care of her. 
Even now that she is recovering, there is really no
one to take care of her.  I begged her to come to San
Diego but she would not leave.  We have people taking
care of her but it is not the same," Kamal said.

          "How could you have given your body so
easily.  At least you could have consulted with me
first?" I said.  The energy in my body seemed to have
drained out.

          "Sure, I could have given you a call and
said, 'Anoop, I have to fuck the doctor so that he
will operate on my mother,'" Kamal said.

          "You should be apologizing and instead you
are raising your voice.  I should be slapping your
face right now.  God dammit!  Do you know this changes
everything," I said.  

         "I wouldn't have told you this if I didn't
believe we could overcome it," Kamal said.  She leaned
back on her chair lazily playing with her bowl of
cereal.

          "How would you feel if I had an affair?" I
asked.  Although it was getting warm, I didn't move to
open the window.

          "This is different.  This is called doing
what you had to do.  It is called accepting the hand
that you are dealt with," my wife spoke.

          "Well it is not possible for me to accept
this situation.  I cannot accept the fact that my wife
has been doing who knows what with this so called
respectable surgeon," I said.

          "I will tell you everything that happened,
otherwise I don't think we could ever get back to some
kind of normalcy," my wife suggested.

          "I don't think I want to hear it," I said. 
"Even then how would I know you have told the whole
truth."

          "When you hear it, you will know that I have
told you everything," she said.

          On that Saturday morning my wife narrated to
me with a lot of graphic details the events that took
place in her twenty-six days as a slut in Dr. Dinesh's
domicile.  I was surprised, mesmerized, turned-on and
disgusted by her narration.

           I became irritated as she chatted away with
a certain sense of eagerness as to what transpired
during her time at the doctor's house.  I couldn't
stop her as I wanted myself to hear everything.  I
needed to hear all the gory details.

          "Dr. Dinesh came to me with lust that first
night.  He practically ripped off my clothes, had his
greedy mouth on mine and just shoved his dick into me.
 He was just fucking me like an animal.  It was
painful.  I thought to myself that what did I get
into.  But I kept brave for my mother's sake," she
said.

          "You are not getting any sympathy from me,"
I said.

          She ignored my comments.  "His hands would
grab my breasts.  He was very rough with them.  He
pulled at my nipples.  His greedy mouth sucked on them
hard.  His fingers played with my pussy.  He knew
where my clit was and played with it.  That first
night, he did it to me four times.  The worst part is
the way he looked deep into my eyes everytime he
pushed his dick into me.  I couldn't stop thinking
that this man would be my father's age and he was
fucking me."  My wife's nipples became more pronounced
underneath the chemise as she continued talking.  "At
that point, I didn't like the doctor.  Then he left
for work and I got some sleep.  When I woke up, I had
no idea where my clothes were kept.  Then one of the
maids came, gave me a robe and showed me where they
were.  I went downstairs for my breakfast where I
bumped into his son."

          "He had children?" I inquired.

          "Just one son," she said.  "He was my age
but he was very rude.  He just stared at me angrily. 
Didn't say a single word."  Kamal stretched her arms
making her nipples still more pronounced.  "My mother
was in the intensive care unit that first week right
after the surgery.  I couldn't get to see her much but
I still stayed at the hospital all day.  That second
night was pretty much the same as the first.  He was
like a kid with a new toy.  He wanted me in every
which way.  He made me parade up and down in his
bedroom naked.  He had me spread my legs apart.  He
sat there staring at it.  Then he would grab me, pin
me under his body, and shove his dick in me.  Another
night of intense fucking."

            "Looks like you were enjoying yourself," I
said.

          My wife ignored my remarks again.  "Dr.
Dinesh left early as usual.  I slept on as I was too
exhausted.  Then the sheets got pulled away and I
began shouting at the idiot maid who couldn't see that
I was sleeping.  I wasn't wearing anything but I
couldn't care less until I opened my eyes and saw
Rajiv, the son, just staring at my body with an evil
grin," my wife narrated.

          "Don't tell me you had sex with the son,
too," I said.  I could feel the acid in my stomach
churning.

          "Everyday after his father left for work,"
Kamal answered my question.  "After he pulled the
sheets out, he took his clothes off and got on the
bed.  He has a great body.  His dick was big and
strong.  He put his mouth on my breasts and sucked
them.  He went back and forth on each breast, then he
started kissing his way down my stomach all the way to
my pussy.  He licked my pussy.  His own father's semen
was dripping out and he was licking it up.  It felt
strange.  Finally he positioned me doggy style on his
father's bed and slid his dick into me.  After he
ejaculated, he left."

          "Why didn't you have sex with all the relatives while
you are at it.  The son had nothing to do with the
agreement.  You could have resisted," I said.

          "If I resisted, I would have been raped
anyway.  The police would side with the influential
doctor, not with me," Kamal said.  "Anyway, the son
fucked me every morning after his father left home. 
He told me not to tell his father and I didn't, but I
think his father knew anyway."

          "So you slept with the father and the son.  What
else?" I asked.

            "Looks like you want to hear all the
details," she said.

           "Don't I deserve to," I replied.  I knocked
the salt shaker down, spilling a few granules on the
table.

          "You're right," my wife said.  She had that
certain expression that made her so irresistable. 
"One day, a week later, I waited in bed as I did every
morning for Rajiv, but to my surprise he wasn't alone
that morning.  He had come with his two cousins who
were just teenagers.  He pulled out the sheet to show
them my body.  I was so embarrassed.  They were
staring at my pussy and my breasts.  After that
initial embarrassment, I just let them stare.  I could
see they all had a bulge in their pants.  They were
all hard for me. So I stood up."

          "You stood up naked in front of them?" I
asked.  I felt myself getting an erection.  If I stood
up, she could see it through the thin fabric of my
pajamas.

          "I don't know what happened.  It felt good
to be naked and to be watched.  So I walked among them
and asked them to feel me up.  Rajiv had his hands
over me first to show his cousins how it was done. 
They'd never seen a live naked woman and it felt
unbelievable as they touched me.  They were exploring
me," Kamal said.  She stood up and placed her cereal
in the fridge.  She sat back down and asked, "Do you
want to hear more?"

          "I must hear everything," I replied.  "Did
you fuck the teenage cousins?"

          "Not that first day with them," she
answered.  "After they felt me up, Rajiv told them to
take off their pants.  He asked them if they would
like to have their penises put into my mouth.  He
assured them that it would feel very nice.  Those kids
were ready to spurt anytime.  Their young cocks were
oozing with pre-cum.  I got on my knees on that
hardwood floor and grabbed the older one's balls in my
hand.  I licked off his pre-cum.  With just two
strokes, he practically flooded my mouth.  It was all
over my chin.  There were huge globs on my breasts and
lots more on the floor.  I got a bunch of paper towels
and cleaned up the mess while they watched me.  The
younger one was so excited with anticipation, his cock
was twitching every which way.  As I approached his
cock and started to feel it in my hands, he just
spurted all over the place.  Rajiv was laughing and
the young boy was so embarrassed that he had
ejaculated with just my touching his dick."

          "What else did the doctor do to you," I
asked.  I had a raging hard-on.  I dared not stand up.
 My wife exciting those teenage boys had a certain
effect on me.

          "Eventually it had become pretty much a
routine.  He would fuck me once or twice every night. 
He would watch me take a shower first.  He would have
a glass of Johnie Walker in his hands and sip on his
drink as I soaped myself.  Usually I would start the
evening by sucking his dick and then before he comes
into my mouth, he would plunge his hard dick into my
pussy."

          "Thanks for being so descriptive," I
muttered.  I was having serious doubts about my
marriage lasting.  "You mentioned that the doctor also
included other men that you had to perform sexually
with."  I couldn't use the word 'fuck'.

          "Oh... Yes.  The doctor invited his three
friends every Friday night for 'teen pati'. They would
drink their scotch with water, munch on spicy cashews
and play cards," Kamal said.

           "Were you the prize?" I asked.  'Teen pati'
was the Indian version of poker played with three
cards instead of five.

          "Oh. No.  I was the entertainment," my wife
replied. "I had to remove all my clothes in front of
them.  They would whistle, cheer and call me a whore
and other unmentionable things.  I had to play with
them while they played cards.  I sat on their laps and
grinded my butt into their erections.  They put their
hands on my tits and their fingers in my pussy.  Then
when one could not hold any longer, he would take me
to the bedroom, put on a condom and fuck me like a
whore.  The others would continue playing.  Then we
would return back to the card table.  He would resume
playing and I would get fingered and groped all over
again."

          "How many times were you taken to the
bedroom," I asked.

          "About eight or nine times and that was just
his three buddies.  They treated me like a whore.  All
three of them offered me money in private to have sex
with them at other times," she answered.

          "Did you accept their offers?" I asked.

          "No way.  I did what I did for my mother and
not for money," Kamal replied.   She stood up to open
the window behind her.  The way her little panties
hugged her tight smooth buttocks made me jealous of
all those uncouth men who had taken advantage of
Kamal.

          "Why did you fuck the cousins?" I asked.  I
finally used the f-word.

          "Rajiv came back with his cousins during the
last days of my stay.  He wanted them to experience
this ultimate act that would make them into men.  I
obliged," my wife said.

          "Is that all you want to say?" I asked.  A
slight breeze brushed my face.

          "Yes," she replied.

           "You had sex with seven different men and
you want my forgiveness and acceptance," I said.

          "I am hoping that you can understand the
circumstances that made me do this.  I didn't go out
and do this because I wanted to," Kamal countered.

          I spoke loudly.  "Let me tell you something.
 If I was forced into a situation like you were, I
would not actively participate or reciprocate in these
sex acts.  I expected you to resist by not
participating.  You could have lied down submissively
and let them do what they wanted.  But golly from what
you told me, you actually wanted to fuck around." 

          "It is not that simple.  I had no choice. 
If I didn't reciprocate, they would have treated me
worse and made me do humiliating and hedious things,"
my wife responded.

          I had to ask the question that gnawed at me
all morning.  "Why are you telling me this?  I would
have never known."

          "Well...Dr.Dinesh is coming to San Diego for
a conference," Kamal said.

          "So what has that got to do with us."

          "He expects to stay with us," Kamal said. 
She twirled her ring around her finger.

          "Have you told him that would not be
appropriate?"  I asked.  I stared at her well
manicured nails.

          "No, because he is still monitoring my
mother and carefully adjusting her medication for her
recovery," my wife replied.  She glanced away from me.

          "So where would we put up the distinguished
doctor?" I asked.

           "He expects to sleep in our bed with me,"
she replied.

          "You're kidding me right!" I shouted.  I
thought my veins would pop.   "I am sure you happily
agreed to this arrangement.  Well, I'm sorry but I am
not going to allow it."

          "He put it plainly that if my mother doesn't
receive the proper medication, she would not recover. 
He expects full cooperation from you and me," my wife
replied.

          "So while you fornicate, I sleep on the
couch outside.  Is that the arrangement he planned?" I
questioned.  Morning had turned in afternoon.

          "Not exactly.  He expects you to be in the
bedroom and watch," replied my wife.

.... to be continued.

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