“I’ll get you the money soon,” Akshara said. “Do you want some water first?”
The man looked at me again, as if he needed my permission. I nodded. He sat down opposite me while Akshara skipped over to the kitchen.
“What’s happening, sir?” the man said in a whisper. “She is…”
I grinned at him.
“You’re a lucky man,” I told him. “Don’t be shy.”
“Shy?”
Before either of could say anything more, Akshara entered the room again, a glass of water in her hand. She went close to him again, closer than before, and because he was seated, her cleavage and the tops of her breasts were right in his face. The man flushed even more as he took the glass and glugged the water down. The whole time, his eyes remained on the exposed skin of my wife’s chest. Akshara played along, not backing away after he took the glass from her. She remained close by, smiling down at him in a sexy way.
“Thank you, Madam,” the man said after he set the glass down. “I should be going now.”
“So soon?” Akshara put on a face of faux disappointment. “You’ve only just arrived.”
The man looked at me and I raised my eyebrows at Akshara.
“Maybe you should give him an incentive to stay,” I said.
Akshara put her fingers to her chin, as if she was thinking deeply about this question. Then she placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. He almost jumped out of the chair.
“How about you give me a kiss right here?”
She pointed at her chest, right above the pendent of her mangalsutra. The delivery man gulped.
“Go ahead,” I said. “You can’t say no to her now, can you?”
Akshara moved her hand from his shoulder to his thick neck and leaned towards him. The man puckered his lips but didn’t move forward, too afraid still. Slowly, keeping him in suspense until the very last moment, my wife moved enough for his lips to touch her skin.
She gasped and the man pulled back, his lips making a wet, sucking sound as they came away from her chest.
“Are you okay, Madam? I’m so sorry.”
“Okay? That was so wonderful. I must thank you for it.”
The man gaped at her. Akshara moved her hand further up until she cupped his fat cheek. I was hard by now under the table and when Akshara looked at me briefly, I could see that she knew this too.
“Can I ask for one more kiss?” she asked.
“Of course,” the man said, looking less flustered now.
This time, before Akshara had moved, the man himself leaned forward and pressed his wet lips onto her skin, right on her breastbone. She sighed and the man took this as a sign to linger for a while longer, his eyes shut as he focused on his kissing. I caught Akshara’s eye again over his head and the two of us exchanged a look hot with meaning.
When the man stopped at last, I could see a trace of his saliva on my wife’s chest. Akshara breathed hard. She kept her hand on the man’s cheek as she leaned forward and planted a kiss herself on his forehead. The mangalsutra swung in front of the man’s face.
“You’re married, Madam?” he asked.
Becoming a little bold, he reached out and touched the pendent without asking her. Akshara let him examine it.