I saw Wasim pat her on the ass, signaling that it was time for her to get up.
“Wasim,” My wife pleaded, still remaining seated on his lap. “Can we not do it today? I was having my period these last few days and I am still a bit sore.”
“You are lying, memsaab.” Wasim replied, nonchalantly reaching up and playing with one of her boobs. “I know you went to that luxurious resort with your husband on the weekend for your anniversary. You wouldn’t do that if you were having your period.”
Vidya gasped. I guess she didn’t realize there wasn’t much that Wasim didn’t know about the going on in this community. Vidya must have spilled that news of our little escapade to someone, and that someone to someone else, and Wasim learned of it as it spread.
“You just lied to me, memsaab.” Wasim once again patted her on the ass. “Please stand up.”
Once my wife stood up, Wasim stood next to her and started to completely unbutton her blouse. It was soon on the floor, along with her bra. Wasim grabbed the pallu of her sari and soon even that was on the floor in another pile. Wasim grabbed at the drawstring that held Vidya’s petticoat together, and tugged. The petticoat fell to the floor at her ankles. My wife stood there, topless, wearing only a small panty, and the mangalsutra necklace. I saw her shiver slightly.
I guess I should have been more sympathetic to her, as she was now subject to the whims of this brute, but I was eager to see what would happen, and slightly angry at her for keeping this a secret, so I didn’t feel too sorry.
“Let’s go by the kitchen window.” Wasim said. “You can look outside at the scenery while I fuck your gaand, memsaab.”
“Please.” Vidya begged. “If you have to, please fuck me here, Wasim. Or in the bedroom. Someone can see me by the kitchen window.”
“You lied to me, memsaab.” Wasim said again, this time a little angrily. “I am going to punish you for it. Now if you don’t want me to leave marks on your face, I suggest you listen to me.”
Vidya sighed and turned around to head for the kitchen. Wasim followed her closely behind. Once they were in the kitchen, Vidya turned to Wasim.
“Please, Wasim. I am sorry for lying to you.” She implored again. “Please don’t fuck me in the kitchen. Someone can see me. Please do it back in the living room. Or why don’t we go to the bedroom? We will be more comfortable on the bed.”
“No! Look saali… wait, take this!” Wasim went back quickly to the living room, picked up her bra, returned to the kitchen and now handed it to her, as if he was doing her a huge favour. “Put this on. It will cover your big tits partly. Now turn around.”
Vidya helplessly stood by the kitchen window and leaned on the ledge with her elbows. I couldn’t see what she was seeing from the window, the camera didn’t cover that angle, but I could see her protest.
“Wasim, I can see the street!” She pleaded. “I can see the men are working on that side street!”
“Just don’t scream too loudly then.” Wasim answered with a laugh. Then they won’t look here!”
“Wasim, please. If they just look up, they can see us!”