Gayatri stood in the bedroom mirror, adjusting her red saree. The silk hugged her full hips and heavy tits, the low blouse showing deep cleavage. At thirty-two, she knew she looked fuckable, and tonight her husband Vikram had promised something special. "My friends are coming over," he said earlier. "They've been talking about you for months. You're going to take all of them."
She felt her pussy throb at the thought. Vikram had been hinting at this for weeks, showing her videos of wives getting gangbanged. "You want that, don't you?" he'd asked while fingering her. Gayatri had moaned yes, imagining strange cocks stretching her married cunt.
The doorbell rang. Vikram opened it and five men walked in: tall, muscular guys from his office, all Indian, all staring at her like they wanted to rip the saree off. Rahul, the biggest, grinned first. "Fuck, Gayatri, you look ready to get used."
Vikram didn't waste time. "Strip for them, wife."
Gayatri let the pallu fall. She unwrapped the saree slowly, then unhooked her blouse. Her black bra strained against her 36D tits. When she dropped the petticoat, she stood in just panties, already damp. The men circled her, hands grabbing her ass and squeezing her tits.
"Get on your knees," Rahul ordered. Gayatri dropped and pulled out his thick cock. It was long and veiny, the head already leaking. She sucked it deep, gagging as he fucked her mouth. Another man, Suresh, yanked her panties aside and shoved two fingers into her wet pussy. "This slut is dripping already."
They didn't go easy. Gayatri was passed around, sucking one cock while another slapped her face. Vikram watched from the couch, stroking himself. "That's it, take their dicks. You're my gangbang whore tonight."
They bent her over the dining table. Rahul pushed his cock into her pussy in one hard thrust. Gayatri cried out as he pounded her, balls slapping her clit. Another guy, Anil, fed his cock into her mouth. She choked on it while Rahul stretched her cunt wide. "Fuck, her pussy is tight," Rahul grunted. "Not for long."
They took turns. Suresh fucked her next, slamming deep and calling her a dirty wife. "You like five cocks in your married holes?" Gayatri moaned around the dick in her throat and nodded. Her juices ran down her thighs. They flipped her onto her back on the table, legs spread. One after another they fucked her pussy raw, cum already leaking out before they finished.
Rahul pulled her up and bent her forward again. This time he pressed his cock against her asshole. "No lube, bitch. Take it." He forced it in slow, stretching her tight ring. Gayatri screamed as he buried himself balls-deep in her ass. Vikram stepped up and shoved his cock into her pussy at the same time. Double penetration made her shake. "Oh god, yes, fuck both holes," she begged.
The other men took turns in her mouth and ass. They slapped her tits, pulled her hair, and called her every filthy name. Gayatri came hard, squirting around their cocks. They kept going, switching positions. She rode one while sucking two others. Cum filled her pussy, her ass, and her mouth. She swallowed what she could and let the rest drip down her chin.
Hours later they had her on the floor on all fours. Every man had fucked her at least twice. Her holes gaped, cum oozing out. Rahul pushed her face into the carpet and fucked her ass one last time, shooting another load deep inside. "Good Indian wife," he said, pulling out. "Now clean us up."
Gayatri licked their cocks clean one by one, tasting the mix of her juices and their cum. Vikram finally took his turn, sliding into her sloppy pussy. "You did good, baby. You're our gangbang slut now."
When the men left, Vikram carried her to bed. Her body ached, covered in sweat and cum. She smiled, already thinking about the next time. "More next weekend?" she whispered.
Vikram kissed her cum-stained lips. "As many as you can handle, wife."
