Baljeet: India Story, Part Five
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Baljeet can't decide which man to marry so she marries them both!


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This is the fifth story I've posted in my "India" series. The first four
stories were "India Story", "Kareena, the Avenging Angel", "Chris and Kareena
Make Love" and "Aadhya: Another India Story". This story is about Kareena and
Aadhya's sister Baljeet and her two husbands. I hope you like it.

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Baljeet was sitting in a lounge chair by her swimming pool behind her mansion
enjoying the morning sun. At her feet were two men with handsome faces and
very fit bodies on their knees painting her toenails. In other words, it was
a typical morning for Baljeet.

"Be careful not to get any polish on my toes," Baljeet instructed.

"Yes, Goddess," replied Sunil.

"Yes, Goddess," Kiran echoes.

Sunil and Kiran were Baljeet's husbands. Sunil was one of India's finest
professional cricket players and Kiran was one of India's finest professional
soccer players. Baljeet didn't care much for sports herself, but she'd always
had a thing for athletes. As to why two proud, handsome and athletic men were
both married to the same woman? Well...it's complicated.

Or maybe it's not all that complicated. The short answer is because that's
the way Baljeet said it would be, and both of her husbands were much too
afraid of Baljeet to argue with her.  

The reason they were afraid of her was related to the reason why she insisted
on being called "Goddess" by them. Simply put, Baljeet was the descendant
of a Hindu goddess known as Goddess Durga. Because of this, Baljeet and all
the women in her family possess superhuman strength. Baljeet has an older
sister Aadhya and a younger sister Kareena.

Of the three sisters, Baljeet is the middle in age as well as strength and
height. Her younger sister Kareena is the strongest, followed by Baljeet and
Aadhya respectively. In terms of height, Aadhya is the tallest at 5'6",
Baljeet is next at 5'5" and Kareena is the shortest at 5'4".

All three of the sisters are beautiful with soft, long, flowing black hair,
dark alluring, hypnotic eyes and dark olive skin. They all possessed the
beautiful faces and figures of goddesses. Of the three, Baljeet is the most
voluptuous and has the softest curses. She is not what you would call fat
(especially if you wanted to stay healthy); she just possesses a very pleasing
roundness.

A major factor of her roundness came from her 42DD breasts. This is one way
in which she surpassed both of her sisters. However, her softness was also
somewhat deceiving because even though Baljeet was only the second strongest
sister, she had the biggest muscles. However, her muscles were only apparent
when she flexed them. The rest of the time she simply looked like an
exquisitely and delicately beautiful young woman.

Baljeet met Sunil and Kiran only a few days apart about two-and-a-half years
ago. She met Sunil first, but due to circumstances beyond either of their
control went out with Kiran first. She enjoyed her first date with Kiran very
much. In fact, she could feel herself starting to fall in love with him
almost right away. However, she didn't see that as any reason not to go out
with the handsome cricket player the next day when he called her.

She continued dating both of them separately for about two months. They each
knew about the other. First, they knew of each other because they were both
famous athletes, but they also both knew that Baljeet was dating the other.
Of course, they both pledged their love for Baljeet and begged her to dump
their rival. 

Baljeet assured each one of them separately that she had fallen in love with
them which was true. However, whenever pressured to stop seeing the other,
she would change the subject. Most of the time she would engage them in some
sort of sexual activity which would drive any other thoughts right out of
their heads. Baljeet was very good at sex.  

Sunil and Kiran gave in to this because they were so in love with her.
Neither one had ever met a woman as beautiful or as captivating as Baljeet.
She meant the world to them, and both feared forcing the issue too soon for
fear of losing her. However, both men were also proud with competitively
hearts. Each one told themselves that they would not put up with this
situation much longer.

As far as Baljeet was concerned, she could not see why she should be asked to
choose between them. It wasn't as if she hadn't dated more than one boy at a
time before. Actually, dating multiple boys at the same time was the norm for
Baljeet. In fact, normally she didn't just date more than one boy at a time;
she usually had two or more boys on her dates at the same time.

She acquired her first two boyfriends, Akbar and Jeff when she was thirteen.
They were a year older than her. She decided that she liked them, and one day
simply informed them that they were to be her boyfriends. When they
protested, she quickly showed them the error of their ways. Within a couple
of minutes she had them on their knees begging her to let them be her
boyfriends.

As far as Baljeet was concerned, it was silly for her to confine herself to
just one man. She believed that her divine beauty and incredible strength
entitled her to more than one man if that's what she wanted. Her record for
most boyfriends at one time was six, but she found that it was too hard to
keep up with that many. Over the years, she decided that two or three was
sufficient.

To tell the truth, Baljeet felt that she was being generous to Sunil and
Kiran. So far she only dated one at a time and gave her undivided attention
to whichever one she was with. She didn't make either one of them share her
in bed even though one man was hardly enough to satisfy her gigantic sexual
needs. No one man was ever able to fully satisfy her because even the
healthiest man would pass out from exhaustion after giving her only eight or
ten orgasms.

So after dating each of them separately for a few months, Baljeet decided it
was time to bring her two lovers together and tell them what she had decided.
She invited them both to her apartment but didn't tell them that she had
invited the other. She told them to be at her place a 7PM sharp, and they
both showed up right on time.

In the hall outside her apartment Sunil asked Kiran, "What are YOU doing her?"

"I have a date with Baljeet tonight," Kiran replied with a fair amount of
indignity.

"That's strange because so do I," said Sunil, "She told me to be here at 7."

Kiran checked his watch. "She told me the same thing."

"Well, one of us is obviously going to have to go. See ya," said Sunil.

"Why should I have to go?" said Kiran, "Why don't you leave?"

"Now listen, Bub, this has gone on long enough. Baljeet is MY woman. She
told me that she loves ME," said Sunil.

"Who are you calling 'Bub', Bub? Anyway, she's told me the same thing," Kiran
informed his rival.

"Well, that's just too bad," said Sunil, "Because Baljeet is MINE."

As stated earlier both men were star professional athletes - Sunil in cricket
and Karin in soccer. So they had athletic talent and their mutual love for
Baljeet in common, but not much else. Sunil was born in one of Mumbai's
poorer neighborhoods. His excellent cricket skills allowed him to win a
scholarship to a prestigious boarding school in India, but he didn't like it
much.

He hated the rich, snobbish boys who looked down on his lower middle class
background and yet cheered him on the cricket field. He hated being treated
like a trained circus animal. As a result he got in a lot of fights with the
rich, spoiled boys he went to school with. Kiran reminded him of those boys.

Despite Sunil's athletic ability, he was not a very big man. Even as an
adult, he was only 5'9" and weighed 154 pounds. Still, he won most of his
fights at school - even with boys who were much bigger than him. He was known
for his tenacity.

Kiran grew up in an upper middle class neighborhood in Mumbai. He was not one
of the upper class twits Sunil so despised, but he certainly grew up around
some of them. Kiran played on organized youth league soccer teams throughout
his childhood and was the star of his school's soccer team.

He was handsome and popular and off the soccer field he hadn't really had to
fight for much of anything. Ironically, Kiran was a fan of Sunil's right up
until the time when he discovered that they were both dating Baljeet. Under
nearly any other circumstances he would have looked forward to meeting Sunil.

Even the fact that they were both in love with the same woman wasn't a deal
breaker with Kiran. He was the sort that would have shaken Sunil's hand and
wished him luck if Baljeet had chosen Sunil over him. However, he was enough
of a competitor and enough in love that he was not going to give Baljeet up
before that time.

In addition to Sunil resenting Kiran for his patrician good looks, he resented
that Kiran was 5'10" and 168 pounds and therefore slightly bigger than he
was. That was okay with Sunil however, he'd fought bigger men than Kiran. He
was starting to double up his fists when Baljeet opened her apartment door.

"I thought I heard the two of you out here. What are you doing standing
around in the hall? Get in here," she demanded. Both men complied.

This is one aspect of their parallel relationships with Baljeet that neither
man fully understood - their willingness to take orders from her. Yes,
certainly she was beautiful, and her sexy, supple body made it hard to say
no. However, there was something deeper that made it practically impossible.

It was almost as if she had some kind of aura about her that made them both
want to go out of their way to please her. It wasn't intimidation due to her
terrible strength. They both knew that she was strong for a woman at this
point, but neither of them had any idea just how strong Baljeet really was.
They would soon find out.

This was also the greatest indication that Baljeet really did love Sunil and
Kiran. Revealing her superior strength is usually the first thing she did
when she began dating a new man. She liked it when men were intimidated as
well as attracted to her. She liked it that the men in her life knew that she
was in charge and why.

With Sunil and Kiran things were different. Baljeet wanted to make sure that
they really loved her for her and not just out of fear. Besides, she found
that she could get her way on most things through the power of her extreme
beauty alone. She liked knowing that. It made her feel twice as powerful.

When the two men were in her apartment, Baljeet sat both of them down. "I
have come to a very important decision regarding the two of you," she said.

They were both happy and also a little nervous to hear this. They were happy
because they assumed that she had finally decided to choose between them.
They were also both more than fifty percent sure that she would choose them.

On the other hand, now that they'd seen the other, they were a little more
nervous than either cared to admit. Sunil didn't realize before just how
handsome Kiran was with his preppy good looks. Kiran did not know how
appealing Sunil was with his rugged, "bad-boy" charm. He knew that a lot of
women loved the bad-boys.

As was his way, Sunil thought that it might be to his advantage to get out in
front of the situation. "It's about time, Babe, I was sure getting tired of
putting up with this situation," he said.

Baljeet arched her left eyebrow. "Is that so?" she asked with clear
irritation in her voice.

Though his face didn't show it, Sunil's heart began to flutter. He feared
that he'd overplayed his hand. Ironically, it was Kiran who bailed him out.
"I have to say, Baljeet my sweet, I quite agree. We certainly can't keep
going like this forever."

"Why not?" asked Baljeet.

"Why not?" asked Kiran, "Well...because sooner or later you're going to have
to choose between us."

"Why should I?" she asked.

Kiran was visibly taken aback by Baljeet's question. "Because, Darling,
that's the way things are done; those are the rules."

"Oh poo," said Baljeet, "That's silly! Besides, the rules don't apply to me.
I make my own rules." She said this with such self assurance that Sunil and
Kiran could almost feel their heads nodding in agreement.

However, Sunil quickly snapped to. "Okay, Baljeet, that's enough. Which one
of us is it going to be?"

"That's just it. That's what I've decided; I'm going to marry both of you!"
she giggled.

"Please, Darling, be serious," said Kiran.

"I am serious," said Baljeet, "One hundred percent serious."

"In that case you're daft," said Sunil, "What makes you think I'd ever agree
to something like that?"

Anger flashed in Baljeet's eyes. "Agree? Let's get one thing straight. I
don't care whether you agree or not. From now on the two of you are going to
do whatever I say. My word is the law as far as you're concerned. Is that
clear?"

"You're daft!" Sunil repeated.

"I wouldn't put it so crudely," said Kiran, "But you do seem to be somewhat
out of control, Darling."

Baljeet walked calmly over to her two future husbands, extended both her arms
and said, "But that's just it; from now on I'm in complete control. Give me
your hands."  Sunil placed his left hand in Baljeet's and she clasps right
hands with Kiran.

"There's something I should have shown you months ago. When I give an order,
you both have to do what I say. I haven't really pressed this point since
you've both been pretty much letting me call the shots. But now you want to
defy me in the thing I want the most. I simply can't let you get away with
that. You WILL become my obedient slave-husbands."

"Now see here, Darling" Kiran began. That's as far as he got however, because
suddenly it felt as if his right hand was being squeezed in a mechanical vice.

"Slave-husbands? Are you crazy?" Sunil asked. He also stopped speaking when
it felt his left hand being crushed in Baljeet's powerful grip.

"Let go of my hand, Darling, please, you're hurting me," Kiran urged his
girlfriend. He was trying hard to maintain his manly reserve.

"Oooww, let go of my hand," Sunil implored, "You're crushing it."

"On your knees - both of you!" Baljeet demanded. They were both determined to
resist so Baljeet increased the pressure slightly. Their determination
quickly dissolved, and both men fell to their knees.

Baljeet released their hands. "That's better," she said, "You're on your
knees where you belong." Sunil started to try to get up, but Baljeet placed
her hand on his head and applied light pressure. Much to his surprise, Sunil
discovered that he was bolted to that spot.

"There's no point in either one of you trying to resist me," Baljeet explained
calmly, "I'm much, much stronger than the two of you put together. I could
hold you both with one finger if I wanted to."

"B-but how can that be?" asked Kiran. It was then that Baljeet explained that
she was a descent of Goddess Durga. Sunil and Kiran seemed very skeptical at
first so Baljeet decided to give some demonstrations of her strength.

First, she challenged them to an arm wrestling match, but it wasn't an
ordinary arm wrestling match. "First of all, I'm going to take on both of you
at the same time," she explained. Baljeet sat down at the small table she had
in her kitchen. She instructed her future husbands to sit opposite her. She
rested her elbow on the table and stuck out her index finger. "Now, you two
grab my finger with both of your hands and try to pull my arm down."

"But we'll break your finger," Kiran protested.

Baljeet giggled and said, "Just do as you're told." Reluctantly the two men
place their hands on top of each other's until all four of their hands were
wrapped around Baljeet's right index finger. "Remain standing and start
pulling my finger when I tell you to," she instructed.

The men both looked very reluctant. "The two of you pulling together won't be
able to move my finger," she said. "If it makes you feel better, just start
off pulling lightly. If your pulling starts to hurt, I promise I'll let you
know." Baljeet could hardly keep from laughing at this last part.

Sunil and Kiran did as she suggested. They began very carefully just pulling
gently on her finger. Just as she predicted her finger wouldn't budge.
Gradually they increased the amount of tension they put on her finger. Within
a couple of minutes, they were both pulling with all their might.

They dug their feet into the floor and were pushing back stiff legged as if
they were competing in a tug-of-war. Still using all the strength of their
entire bodies, two grown men of 5'9" and 5'10" with a combined weight of 322
pounds could not move the finger of a 5'5", 130 pound woman. What's more,
while they were obviously straining their muscles, breathing hard and sweating
profusely from the effort, Baljeet sat there smiling and showing no apparent
effort at all.

After several minutes of this, Baljeet said, "Okay, I'm going to pull back
with my arm now. Get ready because here...I..." She pulled her arm forward
pulling both men along with enough force to almost lift them off their feet.
"Go!" Baljeet slammed their four hands on the table and threw the two
professional athletes so off balance that they were almost thrown to the
floor.

"J-just h-how strong are you?" asked Kiran.

"Sit down in those two chairs," Baljeet said. By now neither man was inclined
to argue. They sat down on two kitchen chairs. Baljeet stooped down and
grabbed a leg of the two chairs in each hand. When she stood up, she lifted
both chairs with the men still sitting in them. She lifted them both easily
and held them aloft. "I'm strong enough to hold the two of you like this all
day if I want to." She then lifted them higher so that their heads were
bumping up against the ceiling.

Baljeet gently set the chairs back down. "Now do you see why you have to do
whatever I say?" she asked.

Sunil argued, "Just because you're stronger than us doesn't mean-"  

Baljeet placed her hand on his shoulder and once again drove him to his knees
against his will. "Doesn't mean what? That I get to tell you what to do? I
think it does. Do you want to argue with me?"

"Let me up, dammit," Sunil demanded. Baljeet applied more pressure to his
shoulder driving him even further down. He went from his knees down to all
fours. Baljeet kicked off the sandals she was wearing under her sari.

"Kiss my feet," she ordered. Sunil hesitated. She applied slightly more
pressure. I said, "Kiss my feet!" 

"Ooowww, Baljeet let me go; please, you're going to break my collarbone,"
Sunil pleaded.

"Kiss my feet," Baljeet repeated. Hesitantly, Sunil began to kiss his
mistress's feet. At first he was tentative about it, but as he was kissing
Baljeet's feet, he began to think about how easily she overpowered him and
Kiran with just one finger. He thought how she picked them both up with one
hand. He remembered how beautiful she was and what a tigress she was in bed.
Combined with her incredible strength, she suddenly seemed ten times as sexy
and alluring to him.

As he continued kissing her feet, his dick began to get hard. The harder his
dick got the more passionately he kissed her feet. He began to put in a few
licks between the kisses.

"That's right, my love, kiss your mistress's feet like you really mean it.
Lick my feet with your moist tongue," Baljeet demanded.

Meanwhile, Kiran was watching as another man worshipped the feet of the woman
he loved. He listened to her refer to him and "my love." A red-hot wave of
jealousy swept over his entire body. "HEY!" he shouted.

Baljeet looked at Kiran sympathetically. "Come here, my other lover," she
said. He walkup up beside her and leaned over. He began to kiss her neck and
he slid easily behind her. He pressed the front of his body to her back and
continued kissing her neck and sucking on her earlobe.

Baljeet extended her tight, round ass and ground it seductively into Kiran's
rock hard penis. He could feel it pressed into the groove of her ass crack.
Baljeet reached back with her left arm and pulled Kiran's head tighter into
the crook of her neck as he continued to kiss it and nibble on her earlobe.
He reached his hands around in front of her and began massaging her large
breasts in his hands.

THIS is what Baljeet wanted. She wanted both of the men she loved and that
loved her to adore her. She wanted to be able to have them separately when
she wanted or together when that was her mood. She wanted them to worship the
power of her strength as well as the power of her beauty. She knew in this
moment with Kiran kissing her neck and massaging her breasts and Sunil
worshipping at her feet that she had what she wanted. The idea of ever
letting it go was unthinkable.

"Luckily I have the power to take whatever I want and to hold on to it," she
thought.

Baljeet ordered her two love-slaves to stand in front of her. She picked them
both up with their butt resting on her powerful arms and carried them into her
bedroom. She tossed them both on her bed and began to do a seductive dance in
front of them as she slowly began to peel off her sari.

She shimmied in a way that would make a dancing cobra green with envy. Her
two lovers became so turned on watching her that they were almost in a
trance. As Baljeet erotically removed layer after layer of clothing, her men
found themselves unconsciously removing their own clothes.

Just as Baljeet had planned it, all three found themselves naked at the same
time.  "On your knees in front of me," Baljeet commanded. This time there
was no protest. There was no hesitation. There were only two spellbound men
on their knees in front of the most beautiful, enchanting woman they could
imagine.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," they answered almost perfectly in unison.

"Do you desire me?"

"Yes, Mistress," they replied.

"What is it about me that makes me so special?" she asked.

Their thoughts and tongues were so in sync now that it was hard to determine
where one voice ended and the other began. "You're so beautiful, and sweet,
and sexy, and adventurous, and alluring, and smart and...and....

"And what?" she asked with a confident smirk.

"Strong!" Sunil blurted out, "Mistress, we adore your incredible
super-strength"

"Yes, Mistress, we worship your sexy super-strength," agreed Kiran.

"Hmmmmmm, you worship my strength? Then perhaps I should make you address me
as 'Goddess'."

"Yes, Goddess," said Kiran.

"Anything you say, Goddess," said Sunil.

When Baljeet heard "Anything you say," coming out of the Sunil's mouth, she
knew that she had here lovers right where she wanted them. She knew that they
would not defy her any longer. She felt the strong desire to reward them, and
she knew something they both liked very much. While they were still on their
knees before her she said, "Gaze at my body - my toned body with its flat
tummy, and smooth olive skin and full, round tits and stroke your cocks for
me."

Kiran and Sunil didn't have to hear this command twice. Baljeet turned her
back to them and said, "Notice the sublime curve of my lower back and the
silky roundness of my tight, full ass, and keep stroking those cocks!"

She turned back around and lifted up her arms and did a double bicep flex.
Sunil and Kiran were shocked to at the size of the lovely feminine muscles on
her arms. They'd never seen anything as sexy as the big, hard muscles
exploding off the arms of a woman as gorgeous and feminine as Baljeet. Their
dicks were as hard as steel rods.

"I love to watch the two of you stroking your hard cocks for me," she said,
"And from now on I'm going to fuck the two of you whenever it pleases me. I
promise that it will please me to fuck you often and hard."

"Oh, Goddess," Kiran moaned.

"Oh, Goddess," Sunil echoed.

"Keep stroking those cocks," Baljeet insisted, "Don't either of you dare cum
without my permission." After sating this, Baljeet went and got a chair and
sat it down in front of the two men. She sat down and extended her long,
shapely legs and began rubbing Sunil's and Kiran's cocks with her soft, sexy
feet.

"How does that feel?" she asked. The only reply they could muster was to moan
and groan at the ecstatic feeling they derived from the feeling of Baljeet's
soft, dainty and yet impossibly powerful feet moving up and down their long,
hard cocks. Every third stroke or so, Baljeet would take her toes and lightly
jiggle their balls with them.

Baljeet could tell by the looks on their faces that Kiran and Sunil were close
to exploding. "Remember, don't cum without my permission," she said.

"But, Goddess, it's hard," whined Kiran, "I feel like my balls are about the
burst."

"It IS hard," said Sunil, "I don't know how much longer I can hold out!"

"You two don't want me to punish you do you? You saw how I overpowered both
of your big strong bodies with just one finger. I could have done the same
thing with just my pinkie finger, if I wanted. My strength is so much greater
than yours. The two of you together are nothing but two little weaklings
compared to MY awe-inspiring power."

Hearing Baljeet talk this way, even with the implied threat - maybe a little
BECAUSE of the implied threat - while she stroked their cocks with her soft
yet powerful feet was driving the two men mad with desire.

"Please, Goddess, I'm begging you, I can't hold out much longer," said Kiran.

"I like it when you beg," said Baljeet.

"P-p-p-pleeeeeese, Goddess" pleaded Sunil.

Suddenly Baljeet stood up and said, "Quickly, my two lovers, stand up and jump
into my arms." Kiran and Sunil sprung up from their knees and into the air in
one smooth motion. Baljeet snatched them out of midair and hugged them into
her naked upper body. When they felt their huge cocks come into contact with
Baljeet's large, soft-but-firm tits, they exploded into the most incredible
orgasms either one of them had ever had.

Baljeet's breasts were entirely covered with their cum. She placed them back
on the floor on shaky legs and said, "Both of you go to the washroom and bring
back warm, damp towels."

When they got back to the bedroom they found Baljeet in bed with all the
covers thrown back. She was lying on the top sheet fully exposed, her amazing
tits still covered in their mingling spunk. "Use those towels to clean off my
tits."

As Sunil and Kiran sat of each side of Baljeet, gently, lovingly cleaning the
sperm off her spectacular tits, they reflected. They both concluded that they
loved her and could not live without her. If sharing her this way was the
price they had to pay to be with such an incredible woman, then they were
reluctantly willing to do so.

After that, Baljeet spent the rest of the night fucking one of her athletic
lovers until he passed out from exhaustion. Then she would do the same to the
other. She went back and forth like that all night until both her lovers were
fucked, sucked and fucked again. The next morning her men were both
dehydrated to the point of almost needing medical care.

Not long after that Baljeet married Kiran and Sunil. Their three-way marriage
is not strictly legal in India, but the subcontinent does have a tradition of
such arrangements. In the past, multi-husband marriages usually took place in
areas where there was a shortage of women, and the husbands were usually
brothers who agreed to share one wife.

Of course, Sunil and Kiran were not brothers, and they didn't exactly agree to
share Baljeet, but after over two years of marriage, they seemed to be making
the best of it. Make no mistake, Sunil and Kiran would rather have the other
one out of the picture. Their favorite times with Baljeet are when the other
one's sport is in season and that one is on the road part-time.

And yet, if you really pinned them down and asked at the right moment you
might get them to admit that sometimes it's a relief having the other one
around to share some of the chores. Baljeet can be a very demanding and
exhausting woman.

Baljeet's mother does not fully approve of her being married to two husbands,
but she accepts that her daughter is all grown and must live her own life. If
her father has an opinion, he has never expressed it. That's normal since his
super-strong wife makes all of his decisions for him. Baljeet's sisters
Aadhya and Kareena haven't weighed in on the issue.

In the end, Sunil and Kiran have settled into a kind of tolerable working
relationship. They are like two co-workers that get along well enough to get
the job done. They don't get into arguments very often, and they've never
gotten into a fight.

Of course, the reason for this is because Baljeet has forbidden it, and they
are much too frightened by their super-powerful wife to risk displeasing her.
She keeps them in line by reminding them frequently that she is at least ten
times stronger than they are. For example, being professional athletes they
have a home gym where they work out. Even though she has no interest in
working out herself, Baljeet will go in sometimes while they are lifting
weights and order them to load a barbell with something like nine hundred or a
thousand pounds. She will then lift the barbell over her head with one hand
just to show them that she can. She also makes a point of reminding them that
this is light for her.

Things like this put Sunil and Kiran in an awkward position because she
usually performs feats of strength like this while wearing lingerie or a
string bikini which is her normal attire around the house. As a result, they
are terrifically aroused and terrifically intimidated at the same time. The
cumulative effect of this is that they now associate desire for Baljeet with
fear and vice versa.

In addition, the longer they are married, the more Baljeet seems to enjoy
dominating and humiliating her husbands. Making them address her as "Goddess"
is only the tip of the iceberg.

At first she only made them call her Goddess at home, now she makes them call
her this in public as well. She also likes to do things like giving Kiran
long, passionate kisses whenever Sunil's cricket buddies are around. She does
the same thing to Sunil when Kiran's with his soccer cronies.

Another thing she likes to do in public is to press her strong, sexy form into
one of her husband's bodies and kiss him a great deal of passion. The feel of
her tongue invading his mouth combined with the feel of her big tits and hard
muscles pressed against him will always induce an instant erection. She will
then lean in to whichever husband she happens to be pressing against and
whisper something like, "When I get you home I'm going to use all my strength
and all my passion to ravage your sexy body. By the time I'm through with you
you'll be begging for more and begging for mercy with the same breath." She
usually follows this with a playful nibble on the ear.

She has her men so well trained and constantly on the edge of arousal that
they will have a spontaneous orgasm right then and there. Then, while the
stain in the front of the pants of the first husband is still expanding, she
will turn to the other and do the same thing.

She loves people knowing that she is married to two of India's most popular
athletes at the same time. Kiran and Sunil put up with it because they love
her. Besides, they are afraid that if they complain she will make them get on
their knees and grovel at her feet in public. They know that she easily
could.

Of course, when it comes to groveling at Baljeet's feet, Kiran and Sunil do a
lot of it in the privacy of their home. Baljeet simply loves the feeling of
lips and tongues on her feet. This works out fine because ever Sunil and
Kiran love being dominated by their strong wife almost as much as she loves
dominating them.

That brings us back up to the present. Baljeet is sitting in a lounge chair
by the pool behind her mansion that her slave-husbands bought for her but that
is in her name only. This is another aspect of their relationship. Both
husbands earn a lot of money playing sports, but Baljeet controls the
finances. Kiran and Sunil get a weekly allowance from Baljeet that is not
terribly generous. If they need more money, they have to ask her for
permission and tell her what it's for.

Kiran and Sunil were busy painting Baljeet's toenails. She was sitting there
with her beautiful flowing black hair shining in the sunlight. She was
wearing and extra skimpy string bikini that made her look even more
scrumptious that usual. Her big tits looked like they were struggle with the
material of her bikini to be free and that any second now, her tits would win.

Baljeet's divinely, exquisitely beautiful face was the very essence of
boredom. Without even bothering to look down towards her feet she asked, "Are
you two almost finished with my toenails?"

"Yes, Goddess," they replied.

"Good, then you can start massaging my feet."

Neither Kiran nor Sunil had a problem with this because they absolutely adored
Baljeet's sexy feet. They loved the feel of them in their hands, and they
especially loved the feel of them massaging their cocks. They even loved the
taste of Baljeet's feet. That's the reason why while they were massaging them
they began to throw in the occasional little kiss or lick to her feet.

This inevitably led to more kissing and licking. The squirming that these
licks and kisses produced in Baljeet's miraculously desirable body told the
men that they were on the right track. Before long, they each had Baljeet's
delicate, little toes in their mouths. They were sucking and licking as if
their lives depended on it.

Baljeet's low, satisfied moans grew into more savage, insistent groans of
pleasure. Kiran and Sunil began to slowly move up her leg, first cherishing
her ankles with their mouths, next moving up to her calves, then the sensitive
spot behind the knee caps. The feeling of their lips and tongues worshipping
her legs was almost too delicious. Baljeet loved knowing that her husbands
adored her. She wanted to adore them back a little, but first she wanted to
exert her dominance.

She sat up and demanded, "On your knees, Slaves!" Kiran and Sunil complied
immediately. "I'm going to fuck the two of you like you've NEVER been fucked
before," she promised. When they heard this, Kiran and Sunil's stomachs began
to flutter and their hearts began to pound! While Baljeet might bend the
truth to suit her desires about some things, they knew that she'd never lie
about that.

"But first we must decide which one I'm going to fuck first." While Baljeet
sometimes fucked both of them at the same time and Kiran and Sunil understood
that it was entirely up to her, she usually took them on one at a time. She
did so because she loved her two spouses and most of the time she preferred to
lavish her full attention first on one and then the other.

Baljeet effortlessly scooped up her two lover-slave-husbands in her strong
arms and carried them inside the house. Kiran and Sunil thought she was
carrying them to the bedroom. Instead, she carried them to their home gym.
"I've decided that you two are going to compete for my love today. We're
going to have a little contest to see which one of you can bench press 250
pounds the most times."

While 250 pounds was a ridiculously light weight for Baljeet, for Sunil and
Kiran it was a lot. Sunil only weighed 154 pounds, so 250 was roughly 162% of
his total body weight. Kiran had a slight weight advantage over Sunil so 250
pounds is only about 149% of his body weight. Still, lifting that large a
percentage of one's own body weight is a feat usually reserved for only the
most elite weight lifters.

(For the record, the greatest weight Sunil and Kiran had ever witnessed their
super-powerful wife lift was a car that weighted approximately 4000 pounds.
Given that she did that with little apparent effort and ONE HAND (!) it is
fair to assume that she can press at least 8000 pounds. At 130 pounds, that
is more that 6,153% of her bodyweight! Besides, Baljeet could lift a lot more
if she wanted.)

When they got to the weight room, Baljeet had Kiran and Sunil set up the
barbell with the appropriate combination of plates. Then she picked up the
barbell and placed it on bench press rack. "Kiran will go first," she
announced.

While he was getting into position, Baljeet picked up the weight again and
casually tossed it up and down a few times. Then she tossed it from one hand
to the other. She began to taunting her men. "Are you sure this is 250
pounds? It feels almost like a feather," she laughed.

"It's hardly a feather," Sunil protested, "That's more than one-and-a-half
times my body weight."

"Yes, well, I weigh less than you, and it feels like a feather to me," Baljeet
replied.

Kiran sat up. "But, Darling, that's hardly a fair comparison," he
interjected, "After all, we don't have your goddess DNA."

Baljeet looked at Kiran with a puzzled expression. Usually when she taunted
her husbands about their relative weakness it was the more hotheaded Sunil
that took the bait. This usually gave Baljeet the opportunity to demonstrate
her complete physical superiority over him by inflicting mild physical
punishment and intimidation.

She was surprised to hear Kiran coming to Sunil's defense like this. He was
usually the more cautious of the two. To tell the truth, Kiran was a little
shocked to hear himself coming to Sunil's defense as well. Could it be that
he was fonder of his brother-husband that he realized?

Baljeet dropped the barbell on the floor. "What is this? Are you two
disagreeing with me?" she asked.

"N-not exactly," replied Kiran who suddenly wished that he'd kept his mouth
shut. "I-I w-was t-t-trying to p-point out that being a g-g-goddess, that of
c-course your m-much more p-powerful that w-w-we are."

Baljeet considered this for a few seconds and finally said, "Okay, I guess I
can accept that...as long as you both admit that you're a pair of little
weaklings compared to me."

"Oh yes! Absolutely! Compared to you we are a pair of little weaklings,"
Kiran readily agreed.

Even the proud Sunil could not really disagree with that. "Well, yes,
compared to you we're weaklings, but so is the strongest man in the world."

"That's true," Baljeet said, matter-of-factly, "But I'm much more fun to look
at." As she said this she gave a sexy little shimmy which made her big, round
tits jiggle in her bikini top in a most pleasing way.

"No argument there," said Sunil lustfully.

Kiran lay back down on the weight bench. Baljeet held the 250 pound barbell
over him with one hand. He straightened out his arms and took hold of the
bar. "Ready?" Baljeet asked. Kiran nodded.

Kiran had benched pressed this much weight once or twice before, but never
more than one at a time. He doubted if he could do it more than once now.

He slowly lowered the bar to his chest and raised it back up. Taking a deep
breath, he lowered it again. With the great weight sitting on his chest, he
strained to fully extend his arms a second time. Then with all the resolve he
could muster, he lowered the bar to his chest again. This time he could
really feel the pressure of the weight like he'd never felt it before. He
gathered up every reserve of strength and willpower he could summon and
somehow lifted the barbell a third time. When his arms were fully extended he
said to Baljeet, "Please, grab the bar."

She, of course, easily took it off his hands with only one hand.

Now it was Sunil's turn. As mentioned already, he was at a disadvantage being
slightly smaller than Kiran. However, in previous tests of strength, Sunil
had managed to win a fair number of times. Despite Kiran's size advantage,
Sunil had a tenacity that sometimes managed to prevail.

His first two lifts were very similar to Kiran's. On the third lift, his arms
were visibly shaking. Baljeet could see that he was ready to give up. She
kneeled down beside him and whispered in his ear, "Come on, Baby, I know you
can lift that weight one more time for you're hot, sexy wife." Then as added
incentive she said, "If you lift it one more time I'll flex my big biceps for
you and let you kiss and lick them for as long as you want. Then I'll let you
fuck my feet after you cover them with your saliva. I'll let you worship my
whole, sexy, super-strong body for as long as you like."

With incentive like this, Sunil managed one last surge of adrenalin and
lowered and lifted that bar one last time. It took all the energy he had, and
he must have sweated a couple of gallons of sweat, but he did it.

When he was finished, Baljeet leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.
"That was impressive, Sweetie." Then she turned to a dejected looking Kiran
and said, "Come on, soccer-boy, I've decided I'm going to fuck you first!"

Kiran looked surprised but pleased by this turn of events. Sunil bolted
upright on the weight bench. "But you said that the one who did the most
bench presses would get to go first," he cried.

"Did I? Well...I've changed my mind. Do you have a problem with that?"

Sunil started to argue, but then he remembered how he'd lost every argument
he'd ever had with Baljeet. Sometimes he'd lost painfully. He bowed his
head. "No," he replied.

"That's what I thought," she said. But then she added cheerfully, "Don't
worry, cricket-boy, you'll get your turn. I promise that it'll be worth the
wait, so rest up and try to regain your strength."

Pointing at Kiran she said, "You! Come with me!"

As usual both men did exactly what Baljeet told them to do.

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