“My bitch.” Wasim finally let go of her ass. “Go get me a cup of tea.”
“Yes, Wasim.” My wife expecting much worse, was eager to comply.
She went to the kitchen and in ten minutes had a cup of masala chai ready for him. He was seated on my favourite seat, and had turned the TV on and was flipping the channels as if he owned the house. Vidya handed him the cup of tea, bending as she did so. He looked at my wife’s exposed cleavage and smiled.
“What are you, some savage from Central Africa? You certainly look like that, naked and all.” Once again he guffawed at his own joke, before continuing. “Don’t you have any biscuits or snacks to serve with the tea?”
“I am sorry, Wasim. I will see what I have.”
Vidya returned in a few minutes with some biscuits on a small plate.
As she came out, I saw on the camera that Wasim’s fly was open and his semi-erect dick was poking out.
“Good. Now get on the floor between my legs and start sucking as I have my tea. Leave your mangalsutra on.”
“Yes, Wasim.”
Obediently, my naked wife got on her knees between his legs. I could see her cringe as she opened her mouth and lowered it on his cock. The action was not lost on Wasim.
“You like Feroz more than me, don’t you, randi?” He asked her, as her head bobbed on his dick.
My wife took the cock out of her mouth to answer.
“He is gentler with me than you are, Wasim. He is not cruel with me.”
Wasim laughed.
“And yet, memsaab, I fuck you three or four times a week and he only gets one day with you. What does being gentle get you? Nothing!”
Wasim continued to eat the snacks and have his tea as my wife sucked him. Then he spoke again.
“Sometimes I think I fuck you more than your husband. How often do you have sex, memsaab?”
“We do it once or twice a week.” Vidya answered, after a pause.
“So I do fuck you more than him!” Wasim grinned. “I knew that chutiya wasn’t a proper man! OK, back to my cock, bitch.”
Wasim kept flipping through the many channels at a rapid pace leaning back on the couch as my wife sucked his dick. Vidya was an expert cocksucker, but since Wasim was having his tea, it took a little time before his penis started coming to life, but it eventually stood at full attention.
I noticed that Vidya’s eyes were shut as she sucked his cock. Why was that? Usually she would stare at you and smile as she did so — an incredible turn on. Here it seemed like she just wanted Wasim to get hard quickly and that was it. Wasim too noticed her eyes were shut.
“Hey, memsaab, open your eyes.” He gently tapped my wife on her cheek. “You usually look up at me while you suck my dick.”
My wife ignored him. I guess she was still a bit annoyed and embarrassed at how he had lashed her ass in front of Feroz. She just ignored his command and continued to suck on his cock, which did not please Wasim. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth off his cock, which forced her to open her eyes.
“You aren’t listening to me.” He looked at her.
“Well, I AM sucking you off am I not?” Vidya defiantly replied. “I will still suck you off better than any of the fifty rupee whores you guys go to.”