“Memsaab.” Wasim sneered. “Looks like your cunt is quite wet for me. Hasn’t your husband been taking care of you, saali?”
Vidya opened her eyes and looked at him. This time I could see that the defiance was real.
“You know very well you and Feroz have been fucking me daily for the last two weeks.” She retorted. “So it’s not a question of my husband’s impotency.”
“Hmm.” Wasim laughed, continuing to finger her. “So you are just a slut and a whore! A bitch whose pussy is wet all the time.”
Humiliated, Vidya did not reply. She could not reply, as what Wasim said was true. Despite being fucked daily by the guards, Vidya’s pussy was now dripping like a faucet. The fact that she was submitting to these lowly men was turning her on. She could not deny it. She was a sex addict — a slut and a nymphomaniac. She also happened to by my wife.
I could see her breath narrowing. She was almost on the verge of an orgasm from all the fingering. Suddenly, without warning, Wasim stopped playing with her twat and withdrew his hand. Vidya’s mouth almost twisted into a pleading “O”. She was on the edge and wanted to cum, but her pride held her back from begging this guard to finish the job. Wasim looked at her, holding out his wet and sticky fingers, grinning.
“Lick them, memsaab.” He ordered, placing his wet and sticky hand against her lips.
Once again there was a momentary flash of defiance in Vidya’s eyes, before she lowered her gaze and obediently opened her mouth. Happy at how he was bullying my wife into submission, Wasim put each finger into her mouth, one by one, and Vidya dutifully licked off her own love juices off his large hand. He then placed his palm against her cheek and tapped her there.
“Please, Wasim.” Vidya suddenly begged. “Please don’t slap me. Please. I am doing what you are asking me to.”
Was she really begging him for mercy, or did she just say it because Wasim loved to hear a high class respectable housewife beg and plead?
“Vidya. Vidya.” Wasim gently, almost lovingly, caressed my wife’s cheek. “It’s not just the fact that you are doing what I am ordering you to. I have yet to see a proper and obedient attitude from you, do you understand, memsaab? Despite these two weeks of fucking you, you still have a false sense of pride and ego when it comes to us guards.”
Vidya nodded, even as Wasim raised his hand.
“Yes, yes, Wasim.” She said, her eyes watching his raised hand warily. “Please, Wasim, don’t slap me. I will be respectful to you. I am your bitch. Your whore. I am another man’s wife, yet I obediently submit my body to you and your friends, without question, daily. Yet every day I get slapped by you. Please tell me why. I will try to improve. I promise!”
Wasim lowered his hands quickly. Vidya flinched, but Wasim wasn’t going to slap her — he was just pretending to. He was playing with her. He softly touched her cheek as Vidya sharply drew in her breath.
“Don’t worry, memsaab. Today, I won’t slap you. At least, not yet.” He gently stroked her soft, rosy cheeks. With his other hand he unbuckled his belt, and his trousers dropped to the floor. “Where else would I find a bitch like you?! You give me for free what 50-rupee-hookers won’t give for 200 rupees! Now you know what to do, memsaab!”