My name is Arjun Sharma, and I graduated with top honors from my high school in Delhi. Coming from a modest family, I relied on a partial scholarship and significant student loans to attend the prestigious National Law School of India University in Bangalore. I excelled there, topping my class with a focus on criminal law, and soon after, I started a practice with a classmate in my hometown of Jaipur.

In my first three years, I built a reputation for winning high-profile criminal cases. At twenty-eight, I married my beautiful wife, Priya, who was twenty-five. She was a talented event planner, her work often featured in local newspapers with her photographs. My earnings were respectable, but not enough to quickly clear my thirty-lakh-rupee student loans.

Being Recruited to Manchester

After our marriage, a prestigious law firm in Manchester reached out to recruit me, insisting Priya accompany me for the interview. I was hesitant to leave Jaipur, but I decided to hear them out.

The firm presented itself as a close-knit family. I interviewed in the morning with a mid-level associate, Vikram; a junior partner, Sanjay; and the senior partner for criminal matters, my potential boss, Colin, an older British expatriate. Priya was shown around the firm’s thirty-story building by Vikram’s and Sanjay’s wives, Meera and Anjali, including a tour of the office and residential areas.

At lunch, Priya and I joined Vikram, Sanjay, their wives, Colin, and the firm’s founder and managing partner, Benjamin, in the executive dining room. Benjamin, whom we were asked to call Ben, was a striking Black man in his early seventies, tall and fit with a commanding presence, deep voice, and closely cropped silver hair. His dark eyes held a mix of authority and melancholy, and he was particularly attentive to Priya, rarely looking away.

I couldn’t fault Ben for his attraction to Priya. She was stunning—five feet six inches tall, sixty kilograms, with a radiant dusky complexion, long black hair, and deep brown eyes. Resembling Priyanka Chopra, she had a curvaceous figure, a shapely backside, and full 34DD breasts that accentuated her beauty.

Lunch stretched for nearly two hours, the atmosphere warm yet intense as they probed our fit within the firm’s culture. They had clearly researched our lives, knowing the answers to many questions. Afterward, Ben excused the others to speak with us privately, explaining why Priya was shown the residential areas.

Ben’s charm was undeniable, though his eyes carried a hidden sadness. Gazing at Priya, he said, “Your work speaks for itself, Arjun, and I’m confident you’ll excel here with high-profile criminal cases. We’ll clear your student loans and offer you a junior partnership with a starting salary of two crore rupees annually, plus potential bonuses of equal value.”

He paused, seeing our shock, then continued, “Living in Manchester is costly, so we’re offering a rent-free, spacious apartment on the twenty-fifth floor of this building. We’ll also handle the sale of your Jaipur home at full market value, commission-free. I trust you found the accommodations satisfactory, Priya?”

Priya, barely containing her excitement, replied, “My goodness, Ben, those apartments are larger than our home in Jaipur, with breathtaking views.”

Ben smiled, his dark skin catching the light. “We’ve read about your event planning success, Priya, and we’re offering you a role here with an annual salary of one crore rupees. Our partners host numerous events, and we need your expertise. I’ll also require your personal assistance with special client relationships and administrative tasks.”

The role for Priya seemed unusual, and I was about to ask for clarification when she said, “That’s incredibly generous, Ben, but I hope I’ll still have time to support Arjun’s work.”

Ben replied, “Arjun will be working long hours, and this role will keep you engaged. You’ll receive a generous allowance to remodel and furnish the apartment to your taste. So, will you join our family?”

I felt uneasy about Ben’s intense focus on Priya, reminiscent of a film plot, though I didn’t think he was malicious. I said, “This is very generous, Ben. Could you excuse us to discuss privately? This is a major life change.”

Ben agreed, and in a small conference room, I said to Priya, “This is incredible, but are you comfortable uprooting our lives? I’m getting an odd vibe from Ben, especially how he looks at you, and there’s a sadness in him.”

Priya replied, “We can’t pass this up, Arjun. Don’t worry about Ben—he’s just an older man with a crush. I’ve dealt with men staring since college. We’ll live in luxury in one of India’s priciest cities. I noticed his melancholy too, but we’ll learn more in time.”

Ben was thrilled when we accepted, and three weeks later, after wrapping up cases in Jaipur, we returned to Manchester. We stayed in a guest apartment while ours was remodeled, with Priya overseeing the architects and decorators while I began work on a major corruption case.

Priya Gets to Know Ben

After settling into our apartment, Priya started planning events and working closely with Ben, often in his penthouse. Three months in, I asked, “How’s it going with the big boss, Priya?”

She described events and tasks, then said, “Ben’s quite down when not in public. He told me his wife, Teresa, died five years ago. She was his best friend and the love of his life. He regrets that she was infertile, unable to bear him a child.”

I said, “He’s really opening up to you.”

Priya smiled conspiratorially. “I think I know why he’s drawn to me. His apartment is filled with Teresa's photos, and I look strikingly like her when she was younger. Anjali resembles her too, but not as closely. I wonder if…”

I urged, “What are you wondering?”

She continued, “Don’t think I’m crazy, but Ben mentioned reading articles about my work, all with my photos. What if my resemblance to Teresa influenced his decision to recruit you? You’re exceptional, but maybe I’m part of the appeal.”

It seemed far-fetched, but intriguing. I asked, “Has he done anything else to suggest that?”

She replied, “He’s unusually deferential for such a powerful man and shares a lot about his life. It’s like he wants me to feel his pain. I feel a strange attraction to him, maybe sympathy, despite his age. He almost treats me like his wife.”

That caught my attention. “What do you mean?”

Priya explained, “He said I’d plan events for many partners, but I’ve only done four with others. I’m with Ben almost daily. Since you work late, he has me attend his events, not as a planner, but as his date. At a dinner last week, he didn’t clarify who I was, and the client, noticing my resemblance to Teresa, likely assumed I was his partner.”

She added, “He’s gotten casual. At first, he was in business attire, but now he’s often in a bathrobe or just out of his hot tub with a towel. He’s very comfortable with me, like I’m his wife.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I asked.

“You’ve been so busy,” she replied. “I saw no harm in an old man reminiscing. It’s flattering, and I didn’t want to jeopardize our lifestyle here.”

I asked, “Where do you see this going? Are you okay with him seeing you as a stand-in for Teresa?”

She laughed. “I think it’ll fade. Ben said Anjali used to help with my tasks, but that stopped when we arrived. Why don’t you talk to Sanjay? It might ease your mind.”

Sanjay Fills in the Blanks

I didn’t know Sanjay well, as he focused on corporate law, but he wasn’t surprised when I invited him to lunch at a quiet restaurant. I shared my conversation with Priya.

Sanjay listened calmly and said, “I’m surprised it took you this long to reach out. I’ll tell you everything, but don’t tell Ben I spoke. I was thrilled when I met Priya, seeing her resemblance to Teresa, and knew you’d likely join the firm.”

He explained, “I was recruited similarly, and Ben was drawn to Anjali. She learned about Teresa, and Ben treated her like he does Priya. He’s patient, and after months, he revealed his true desire.”

“Ben’s grief over Teresa is immense, and he regrets not having a child. He wanted Anjali to be a surrogate and bear his child—not through IVF, but by sleeping with her repeatedly. He wanted to treat Anjali as his wife, involved in our lives as we raised his child until his death. He offered us thirty crore rupees, on top of our existing compensation.”

“I was against it, but Anjali considered it. The money would secure our future, and she wasn’t opposed to raising his child. We agreed, just as HR found you and saw Priya’s photos. Ben paid us the thirty crore anyway and guaranteed my job, though he withheld a senior partnership.”

I was stunned. “How close was Anjali to going through with it?”

“We told him on a Wednesday, planning for the first time that weekend,” Sanjay replied. “I was relieved when you and Priya came along. Now you face the same choice. Anjali saw his soft cock once, post-hot tub, and said it’s massive.”

“He mentioned psychological impotence from Teresa's death and medication, but despite ED, he has hyperspermia. His psychiatrist said I’d need to be intimately involved each time he slept with Anjali. I’m not sure what that means, but it’s a heads-up.”

I asked, “When did Ben make the proposal to Anjali?”

Sanjay said, “It progressed from business attire to hot tub towel moments. One day, as she approached him post-hot tub, he dropped the towel. She was shocked but admitted his huge cock aroused her. I’m well-endowed at eight inches, but she said his was bigger. Her reaction—staring and saying, ‘Ben, cover that up, or you’ll tempt me to cheat’—gave him the courage to propose days later.”

“So her reaction triggered it?” I asked.

“Yes,” Sanjay replied. “If she’d been offended, it would’ve ended, possibly my career. Whatever you decide, I won’t judge. Given Priya’s resemblance to Teresa, Ben might not settle for just a payout. Anjali might be jealous, but our shared knowledge could make us friends.”

He added, “If you proceed, I’d love to know what the psychiatrist meant, unless it’s too embarrassing.”

Naïvely, I asked, “What do you suspect?”

Sanjay whispered, “Since his ED is psychological, maybe he needs his cock sucked to get hard, and you’d have to do it to keep Priya ‘pure’ for Teresa's memory. It could excite him knowing the husband of the woman he’s impregnating fluffed him.”

Shocked, I said, “That’s wild, Sanjay. I’ve never had interest in men.”

He laughed. “If it happens, let me know, unless it’s too awkward.”

Breaking the News to Priya

That evening, after a late dinner of biryani and wine, Priya and I went to bed. As she opened her novel, I said, “Put that down, Priya. You won’t believe my conversation with Sanjay.”

As I recounted everything except Sanjay’s suspicions, Priya cuddled close, stroking my seven-inch, uncut cock, which hardened as I fondled her breasts. She was clearly aroused.

When I finished, I asked, “Does this turn you on? Anjali was ready to sleep with Ben unprotected.”

Priya sucked my cock briefly before saying, “I’ve grown close to Ben, and if he charmed Anjali like he does me, I understand her falling for him. He’s a sexy older man, and Sanjay agreed. Anjali mentioned Ben’s huge cock, and I’m curious after being with only you.”

I said, “It sounds like you’d consider it.”

Stroking me, she said, “Maybe it’s because I’m comfortable with Ben. We’d be set for life, and he might leave more in his will for his child. Would it be so bad to carry his baby?”

Surprised, I asked, “Are you saying you’d agree if he offered?”

She sucked me again, dodging a direct answer. “Let’s not jump ahead. Sanjay might be lying, but I don’t see why. I’ll decide if he exposes himself like he did to Anjali.”

For three weeks, Priya was unusually horny at night. When asked, she said, “Knowing Sanjay’s story makes me wonder if Ben will propose. I stare at him in his bathrobe, hoping to see his cock, and it keeps me on edge.”

The Exposure

In the fourth week, Ben exposed himself. Priya came home excited, saying, “You won’t believe it, Arjun. By the hot tub, Ben dropped his towel. His cock and balls are massive. I stared for ten seconds before he said, ‘Like what you see, Priya? You’ve been staring long enough.’”

“I stammered, ‘Oh, Ben, I’ve never seen such a… maybe cover up before I do something I regret.’”

“He laughed and said, ‘Nothing to regret about fulfilling fantasies, but I’ll cover up.’”

I asked, “How did he look?”

“His dark skin glistened, making his cock look huge—uncut, thick as a deodorant can, eight inches soft, with thick veins and a plum-like head. His lemon-sized balls hung low, swinging as I stared. My pussy got wet imagining it inside me.”

I asked, “What happened next?”

“He dressed, and we didn’t mention it,” she said. “But I’m sure he got the reaction he wanted.”

I said, “It seems you’ve decided if he offers. Are you sure about letting him impregnate you?”

She replied, “Let’s see what happens.”

Getting the Offer from Ben

The next Wednesday, Ben called me to his office, saying, “I invited Priya this morning. Join me for dinner at 7:00 pm in my penthouse. I have a personal matter to discuss, and my psychiatrist will be there.”

I accepted, knowing from Sanjay what was coming. Priya and I dressed for dinner, nervous. The catered meal featured butter chicken and naan, paired with wine. Afterward, we sat in Ben’s living room, Priya and I on one couch, Ben and the doctor on another.

Ben began, “Arjun, I’m not sure how much Priya shared, but I’ve been in therapy since Teresa's death. Priya resembles her strikingly, and I’m thrilled to have you both—Arjun for your legal brilliance, Priya for reminding me of Teresa.”

He continued, “Teresa's infertility is my deepest regret. My grief and medication cause erectile dysfunction. My doctor thinks a surrogate mother resembling Teresa could bring me joy. Priya, you’re perfect. I’m asking you, with Arjun’s blessing, to bear my child and be my companion, sharing time with Arjun and me. I’m offering five crore rupees and a senior partnership for Arjun, with a larger apartment on the twenty-ninth floor.”

I asked, “Would Priya be impregnated via IVF?”

Ben blushed. “No, I want to function sexually again and would be intimate with Priya.”

Feigning surprise, I asked, “Doesn’t ED affect your virility?”

The doctor explained, “No, Ben has hyperspermia, producing excessive semen and sperm.”

Priya asked, “If you have ED, how will you get an erection?”

The doctor said, “Arjun’s involvement is key. Ben needs to see Arjun’s commitment by physically preparing Ben, not with hands.”

I blurted, “Are you saying I’d have to fluff Ben? I’ve never had homosexual thoughts.”

Ben replied, “I never disrespected Teresa with that, and I want to keep Priya pure to her memory.”

The doctor added, “This isn’t about homosexuality but bisexual play in intimate settings. Supporting Priya could be rewarding.”

Ben said, “I sensed Priya’s interest when I exposed myself. I love Teresa and want to be with her through Priya. Take time to think. Your job is secure either way.”

Priya and I Decide

We discussed it late into the night. Priya was eager, but I hesitated about sucking Ben’s cock. She argued, “It’s not a big deal. I love sucking your cock and swallowing your cum. You’d only fluff him, and if you taste his cum, it’d be cleaning me, which you do anyway. In bed, with my wet pussy, sucking him will feel natural.”

She added, “I care for Ben and want to fuck him. His smile as he ejaculates, thinking of Teresa, would be beautiful. If you do this, my body is yours forever, except when Ben needs me.”

I worried, “Will this alienate your love for me?”

She admitted, “I have feelings for Ben, but this is new. It’s an incredible opportunity.”

Exhausted, I agreed. Priya would tell Ben, and we expected to start Friday night.

Ben Breeds My Wife for the First Time

Friday night was awkward, but Ben welcomed us warmly, his dark skin glowing under the penthouse lights. “Let’s have wine and talk to ease our nerves. I’m hoping the doctor’s right about my performance.”

After chat, Ben said, “I’m so grateful, Arjun and Priya, for making me happy. I want your help with my child and to recapture Teresa's love.”

“I’ll call you Tess, my nickname for Teresa, when it’s just us. Arjun, I’ll treat Priya as my wife, even ignoring you at times.”

He added, “During impregnation, you and Priya must refrain from sex to keep her pure for me, except for cleaning her after. If you need companionship, I’ll arrange a suitable lady, perhaps resembling Priya.”

Priya said, “I’ll embody Tess. Arjun will agree, given the compensation.”

Ben invited Priya to sit beside him, and they kissed passionately, his dark hands contrasting with her skin. I was aroused watching. Ben led her to the bedroom, saying, “Stay clothed, Arjun, and watch until we call you.”

Priya looked stunning naked, and Ben’s lean, muscular body and massive soft cock impressed me. They kissed and fondled, until Ben said, “Oh, Tess, I love you and want your child. Let me inside you.”

He looked at me. “It’s time, Arjun, to prepare me for Tess.”

I moved between them, facing his huge cock. Hesitating, Ben guided it to my lips, saying, “Do it for Tess.”

His precum-soaked cockhead tasted good, and I sucked, enjoying the texture. After five minutes, it hardened to over ten inches, stretching my mouth. He pushed me off and entered Priya, her moans intensifying as he filled her. She said, “Ben, you’re filling me completely. Give me more.”

They fucked wildly, and after eight minutes, Ben came, his cock throbbing as he flooded her. He soaked in her, cum oozing out. He rolled off, saying, “Clean Tess, then me.”

I sucked Priya’s cum-filled pussy, loving the taste, then cleaned Ben’s cock, enjoying it despite the humiliation. He kissed her as I sucked, making me feel like a third wheel.

Afterward, Ben said, “That was perfect, Tess. I want you to live with me as my wife while Arjun stays in your apartment. The new apartment will be ready soon. Arjun can come to prepare me and clean. I’ll arrange a companion for him.”

I said, “If Priya’s okay, I’ll manage, but I need relief soon.”

Ben smiled. “I’ll motivate Sanjay’s wife, Anjali, to comfort you. I’ll speak with them tonight.”

Getting My Relief with Anjali and Sanjay

Leaving Priya with Ben felt degrading, but the compensation helped. Anjali, resembling Priya, was appealing. Sanjay called at 11:00 AM Saturday, saying, “Ben called last night. Come over at noon to discuss.”

It was awkward, but Sanjay said, “Tell me what the psychiatrist meant.”

I admitted, “I had to fluff Ben to fuck Priya.”

They laughed, and Anjali said, “You sucked his cock? Did you suck him off?”

“No, but I cleaned Priya’s pussy and his cock,” I replied. “What’s Ben’s new deal?”

Sanjay said, “He offered ten crore rupees for Anjali to be with you while he’s with Priya. We agreed, but I’m adding that you suck my cock whenever I want, even after Priya returns. My eight inches should be easier.”

I protested, “That wasn’t Ben’s deal.”

Sanjay replied, “If you want Anjali, you’ll do it. Start now, as Anjali wants to watch.”

I reluctantly sucked Sanjay’s six-inch soft cock, enjoying it as it hardened. He came in three minutes, and I swallowed, savoring it. I sucked his balls, then said, “I’m horny, Anjali. Let’s go to bed.”

Anjali’s body was stunning—slightly smaller breasts than Priya’s, a hairy vulva. We kissed, I sucked her breasts and pussy, then fucked her as Sanjay watched. They laughed as I ate her cum-filled pussy.

We planned for Anjali to sleep over sometimes. Sanjay added, “Fluff me before I fuck Anjali, and clean us after.”

The Weeks Ahead and Priya’s Transformation

Not having Priya was strange, but I saw her daily to fluff Ben and clean them. Ben’s commanding presence, his dark skin contrasting with Priya’s, made every encounter intense. Fucking Anjali and sucking Sanjay was fun. Our new apartment was ready in a month, easing visits to Ben.

Priya and Ben grew closer, worrying me. One evening, Priya revealed a new tattoo—a bold Queen of Spades on her lower back, a symbol of her devotion to Ben, his Black heritage, and their intimate bond. She looked radiant, her hand on her slightly rounded belly. “I love you, Arjun,” she said, “but I’m falling for Ben. He treats me like a princess. I got this tattoo to honor him. I’m pregnant, due in eight months. He doesn’t need you to fluff anymore, but I’ll miss watching you suck him.”

Panicked, I asked, “Are you leaving me?”

She kissed me. “No, I’m with Ben to raise our child as long as he lives. Anjali’s taking care of you, and you’re sucking Sanjay. You’re free to fuck Anjali or others and explore more cocks.”

I asked, “How long was Ben’s deal with Sanjay and Anjali?”

Priya laughed. “No time limit. Anjali loves fucking you and your cleanups. You’re handsome, Arjun. You can find another woman or suck more cocks. The firm’s attorneys might appreciate quick relief.”

Thus began my new life. I found two partners eager for regular blowjobs, one sharing his wife for my services, as I navigated this strange, intoxicating world Priya and Ben had crafted.