Wasim lasted almost fifteen minutes, fucking my wife in that uncomfortable position on the couch. When this had begun, Vidya had been crying due to pain and humiliation of being punished with his belt. Now slowly, her tears and muffled grunts of pain slowly morphed to those of pleasure. She was having her orgasm. Again.
Wasim seemed to derive some sadistic pleasure at this.
“You really are a harlot.” He said, spitting at her once again. Vidya could only moan in reply, lost to the sensations of her body.
When Wasim finally climaxed inside my wife, he made sure to pummel his cock deep into her and stay buried inside her for a long time. He wanted to, as he quoted, “give his sperm enough time to fertilize her Hindu belly”.
Wasim got up, but ordered Vidya to remain on the sofa, legs spread apart. He watched his spunk drip down her thighs and fall on her floor. Finally, after a minute, Vidya was allowed to sit up. She did so, groggily. In spite of getting an ass whupping, my wife had cum thrice in that fifteen minutes.
“I will be back on Monday.” Wasim announced, starting to dress. “Tomorrow is Saturday and the weekend, so you will have some time to yourself. And your nikammah husband. And buy that yellow sari.”
Vidya looked at him, but said nothing.
Unknown to Wasim, this would be the last time she would be looking at him like this for a long time.
The weekend came, and Vidya was in a surprising good mood. We even had sex a couple of times. She seemed eager to make me happy, and I even managed to last a whole three minutes. I was a bit puzzled though. I thought she would have been in a bad mood given how Wasim had abused her.
The whole Monday I was expecting my camera app to light up any time, but it didn’t. It seemed as if Wasim or Feroz was too busy to visit their favourite housewife. I was surprised, but didn’t say anything. And then whole of Tuesday passed similarly, once again with no visit. Now I was a bit mystified. What was going on?!
On Wednesday I felt even the construction workers were treating me with some reverence. Or was it even fear? I didn’t know what was happening. I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen Wasim in these three days. Just Feroz. And he was keeping far away from Vidya.
On Thursday morning, as I was about to leave for work, Vidya dropped a bombshell.
“Darling.” She said. “Can you work a little late tonight? I don’t want you home before 8 pm.”
“Oh.” I raised my eyebrows. “What’s the matter?”
“Oh. Balachandraji is visiting.” Vidya replied nonchalantly. “Since it’s been a while, I want to spend some decent amount of time with him. We will probably do it a few times, so just take your time in coming home, OK?”
“Er … of course, dear.”
Vidya gave me a long kiss.
“You are such a sweetheart, dear. World’s best husband!”
“Er, thank you dear.”
“No, thank you, dear husband.” Vidya kissed me again. “You know your wife wants to sleep with another man, and not only are you OK with it, you are going to come home late so your wife gets more pleasure. What a sweetie pie you are!”