“Um … five years.” She replied.
“And were you always unfaithful to your husband?” Wasim asked.
“Er … no.” Vidya replied, and then lied. “Only with Ramu. And then … you know … with you … all.”
Wasim gently reached out and started to knead one of her breasts. He had the nipple between the forefinger and the thumb and made circular motions as Vidya’s breathing got hard. Then he questioned her again.
“Why do you cheat on your husband, randi?” He asked her. “He seems like a nice guy. Polite, good natured. Even though the bastard complained about me once.”
“I … I don’t know… OH WASIM!” My wife was moaning as Wasim fondled her boobs. “I … I don’t know why I cheat on him.”
“You are a slut.” Wasim declared. “Now turn around. On your face. I want to take you from behind.”
For the next ten minutes I watched a familiar scene. Vidya’s initially docile body, lying face down, legs spread apart. Then Wasim lying on top of her and his engorged penis expertly sliding into her welcoming cunt. The muffled groans of ecstasy from my wife as he started to slid in and out of her. The two bodies rhythmically moving like a well-oiled sex machine.
It was a hot and perverted scene — my wife getting banged by yet another man, a low class man, on our marital bed. After sometime Vidya turned around so she was on her back, and Wasim on top of her. Her legs were locked around his waist as he was banging her in slow deep strokes. She had one hand on the back of his head. And her other hand was covering her mouth so she didn’t make a noise loud enough for the construction men to hear. She seemed to really enjoy getting fucked by him. I could see that she was thrusting back against his thrusts. Occasionally she would kiss him, run her fingers through his hair, feeling his back and chest. I could see Wasim’s naked ass flexing and loosening as he pounded her cunt. And her toes kept curling and uncurling in pleasure. Finally the guard’s ass flexed one last time and for several seconds – he was pumping his seed into her unprotected womb. Again.
I turned the camera off. I had seen what I had wanted to see. I also wanted to decide if I was going to tell Vidya that I knew about this all. She had to know about Wasim’s plans for Sachin. But in the end, I decided I wasn’t going to tell her. At least, not yet. I wanted to see where this was going.
The weekend was relaxing. I guess Vidya was relieved she didn’t have to perform any sexual duties for the guards, but I was a little bit edgy. I wanted sex, but I didn’t want to ask, and Vidya didn’t initiate on her own. So I had to be content with jerking myself off.
By now, I was sure that the construction workers knew something was up. I would see them when I would head to work, or sometimes when I would return, and they would look at me with a funny gaze. Some of them smirked. Others would nod and wink, even as they avoided looking directly at me. There was a bit of whispering once I was past them. They must know what their supervisors were doing during the break.