“Don’t worry.” Wasim replied nonchalantly. “Those are my men. They will never disclose your secret to anyone. Don’t worry.”
Suddenly I saw my wife open her mouth and inhale sharply as she felt Wasim’s fingers dig into the waistband of her panty.
“Please, Wasim.” She begged one last time, as she felt the panties being gradually lowered to around her knees. “Anyone can walk by and if they look up, they will see me.”
“You have such a nice, big, gorgeous ass, memsaab.” Wasim commented, ignoring her completely.
It was a highly erotic scene. Wasim pushed my nude wife (save for the bra and the necklace) from behind, so her elbows were on the ledge and she was bent over. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop, and then lowered his underwear, springing out his monstrous cock, which was by this time hard and eagerly waiting to mount my wife. And I guess from my wife’s comments, there were construction men working on the street just outside the kitchen. The kitchen was a bit up, so those men wouldn’t immediately see Vidya’s face as she was fucked from behind. But if they looked up, they might see an Indian housewife, wearing next to nothing, standing and peering at them from the window sill.
Would those men think that Vidya was a housewife from a good family, or did they know about the sordid activities of this “memsaab”? Would they guess that not only was she just wearing a bra, but that was the only thing she was wearing, and she was naked otherwise? Would they guess from the expression on her face when Wasim would rub the thick sticky head of his dick against her ass cheek that there was someone else behind her?
As a prelude to fucking her, Wasim ran his fingers down her butt hole. Vidya moaned and closed her eyes as she felt his fingers run down her ass crack and reach her pussy.
“My dear memsaab.” Wasim laughed. “You are so wet already! Didn’t your husband fuck you enough while you went away with him?”
Vidya said nothing as Wasim continued to finger her. I had noticed that Wasim always liked to taunt me whenever he was fucking my wife. As if my wife submitting to him was not enough!
Vidya was truly a wanton slut. Here she was, being degraded and humiliated by this man, and yet she was getting aroused at what Wasim was doing to her. By now the guard had slipped two fingers inside her now wet cunt and started gradually finger-fucking her. Slowly, surely, Vidya began to lose her inhibitions and her moans became louder.
“Oh, Wasim. Oh, Wasim!”
Suddenly Wasim stopped fingering her. He withdrew his hand and then raised it. Before Vidya could fathom what was going on, that hand came down sharply on her left butt cheek.
SPANK!
“Ow!” Vidya cried out softly, but otherwise made no further sound.
SPANK!
A small red mark appeared on her butt cheek. Vidya grunted with each spank but said nothing.
SPANK!
Vidya still said nothing. She was a proud woman. She also knew better than to anger Wasim further.
SPANK!
Vidya bore the beating quietly. She also did not want to draw any attention from the men below.