SLAP!
“We can upload all those videos on the internet, but so far we haven’t done so. Do you know why, memsaab?”
SLAP!
Vidya still did not say anything, but continued to glare at him. Her cheeks were now bright red, and must have been burning. Wasim sighed and started to head back to the living room.
“Be a good girl and come with me.” He ordered. “Before I have to slap you again, Vidya.”
For a moment it seemed as if my wife would disobey him and bolt for it, but she then meekly walked behind him to the living room. She followed him like a meek little slave who had just been punished for her insolence. Her cheeks, as I said, were now flushing red. Whether that was the sting from the guard’s slaps, or the embarrassment at having been slapped by him, I don’t know.
Wasim was now seated on one of the sofas.
“Sit here, memsaab!” He ordered, slapping his left thigh.
I could see Vidya cringe, but she obeyed him, placing her big posterior on his thick thigh, like a little girl sitting on Santa’s lap. Immediately his hands went around her waist.
“I love the way you wear your sari.” He said, running his hand over her bare navel. “Leaving your slender waist and tummy exposed, like a proper Indian rakhel.”
Vidya sat there on his lap as he grabbed at her tits and groped her. He then put one hand behind her head and pulled my wife’s face close to his. I thought he was going to kiss her. But instead Wasim started licking her tender cheek with his thick raspy tongue. He then lowered his lips and bit Vidya’s exposed neck.
“Ouch!” Vidya cried out, but otherwise remaining still. Her cheeks were still red.
“Don’t worry, memsaab.” Wasim grinned. “I won’t leave a mark. The redness of your rosy cheeks will go away soon. Your husband will be just as clueless as he is as long as you play nice. THIS is why no one tells your husband, Vidya. It is because in the end you let us have our way with your body. As long as your choot remains open, our mouths remain closed.”
They kissed for a while. I could see that Vidya, visibly stiff at the start, was now slowly relaxing. As they kissed, his hands continued to pay homage to her breasts. Soon he had her blouse open, and his hands went inside her bra. He was now directly playing with her udders. I saw him grab one tit and pull it out of the bra, before repeating the action with the other. As they continued to kiss, Wasim was pinching and kneading her nipples, and softly massaging each boob. By the time he withdrew his lips from hers, my wife looked a little flustered. She did not want to, but this type of rough treatment was arousing her, and she was now fully turned on, despite her reservations. She tried to adjust herself as she slipped down on the thigh. I could see a bulge in Wasim’s jeans.
“So you like having your boobs hanging out like that, eh?” Wasim grinned. Vidya could not reply, but I saw her blush and look down. She was embarrassed that Wasim had caught that little detail. Wasim had forced his way into her house, kissed her, slapped and punished her, and Vidya was feeling horny because her boobs were out. She was flustered.