Chapter 1

So here we are. Let me give you a disclaimer: this is not going to be a story of morals. I suppose human beings aren’t really made based on morality. All it needs is a little, and like Achilles, everyone has their own heels. This was one of mine. I don’t know how it started or when, but it has always been there for as long as I can remember. Now, a disclaimer: more than 90% of this story is a real event, and only certain details have been omitted or modified. I will admit that it’s nowhere near how I imagined it to be when this idea first came to my mind, and it did spiral way out of my imagination. The story is going to follow up in parts because first - it began a couple of months back - and second, it’s an ongoing situation even now, and there are some interesting ongoing events which are yet to be seen depending on how they pan out. Now, I am not going to mention if the names or locations have been changed. I certainly ain’t dumb enough to use real names or information for this story, or am I? So, without wasting any time, let’s begin. Hi, my name is Rohan, and this is the story of how my fiancé, the woman I am certain is going to be my wife, was forced into being a gangbang whore, probably for the rest of our lives.

My fiancée Anju and I have known each other for almost 12 years now. We met in grade 9. You know how it is, right? Those glorious years. You do want to fuck the shit out of girls you see because, well, you have just discovered what life is all about: ‘SEX’. But at the same time, you are too nervous to even talk to them. So yeah, we were in the same grade, barely spoke to each other. I left Delhi after grade 10, and we drifted apart, but fate had other plans. After finishing my engineering, I had this brilliant idea to see the world and to make it on my own because, hey, that’s what we are supposed to do, right? Thus began my journey to Toronto, Canada. I took a software engineering course from a university in Toronto. And on the orientation day, there she was, Anju, still pretty much the same, well, other than certain enhancements which come with age but still pretty much the same face. In hindsight, I pretty much vanished after grade 10, so it wasn’t that upsetting that she didn’t recognise me in an instant. But I did approach her, and we began talking, and soon we were friends. I guess she was always into me. A little bit about Anju: the years had been kind to her, though her height was still pretty much the same, 5’1”. Brown skin, brunette, black eyes, few pimple marks on her face (another glorious miracle of the teenage years that stayed with her), but the highlight was the rest of her 38C-28-34 body, so it wouldn’t be that hard to imagine what the first thing you would notice about her. She still had the same bubbly personality. Coming back to the story, we hit it off instantly, and a couple of months later, both of us were officially a couple. And when I say that she was eager to please, I mean she was eager to please a man. You see, women with low self-confidence and low self-esteem always make the best whores. And so she was, and that was the best part of being with her. I also got to know a lot about her kinky side, how she and her elder sister, who was 3 years older than her, used to shower together and play doctor together, and how they played house together, where they took turns being the husband (that’s what decided who goes on top) and how most of their playtime ended up with their lips on top of each other and their fingers inside each other’s cunt. Now, as a guy, you can only imagine how fucking hot it was listening to all this.

A little bit about me: 5’7”, average build, average looking, nothing glorious. Pretty average in bed, you get the picture. Coming back to the story, we both joined the same supermarket for our part-time jobs. And life was pretty steady. Work, college, home, and so on. But every time we had sex, I would just think of how much of a whore she is and how much fun it would be just to see her being tossed around by a bunch of men. I loved to take pics and videos of her like a whore as well. A lot of times, she would send me pics of her. You see, when life gets tedious, you start running after excitement, and holy fuck, our life got Fucking tedious with the grind. Eventually, we graduated from college and started looking for jobs, and we both joined two different companies. The grind was still there just with a slightly bigger paycheck. The duration between our first job and the one we have now was over a year. Life in between was pretty much the same. Oh, I forgot to mention one key thing: she kept proving how big of a whore she was willing to be and how eager she was to please, but she was pretty adamant on how it was just for me and she would never fuck anyone else, and when it was a no from her on that, it meant a NO. She won’t budge, so my fantasy grew stronger. And I did the only thing I could to satisfy that hunger: I went online and joined a couple of chatrooms to just talk about it and jerk off to it.