Priya Kapoor knelt in front of her husband, her eyes filled with a strange mix of jealousy, anger, and burning lust. The sheer black nighty she wore did nothing to hide her hard nipples or the wetness between her thighs.

“I saw everything, Vikram,” she whispered hoarsely. “You’ve turned our daughter into your personal whore… and now you’re sharing her with the Malhotras. I want to see it. I want to watch you fuck her… and then I want you to fuck me the same way.”