So no Wasim to be seen. Feroz was there, but keeping his distance. The guards and the construction labourers treating me with respect. And now, suddenly, out of nowhere — Balachandra! To say I was deeply puzzled would be an understatement.
The whole morning at work I was eager to see what would happen, but meetings kept me busy till about 2.30 pm. I returned to my office cabin, shut the door, and switched on the laptop.
As the screen cleared, I saw I was not too late.
It was my small study room — or my home office. Balachandra was standing beside my desk. Vidya was standing in front of him. He was dressed smartly in a shirt and pant. Vidya was dressed in one of my oversized shirts. And nothing else. I could see her long, long legs as she stood there, pouting.
“So I got rid of that guy Wasim, as you requested.” Balachandra told her. “Had to call the Board and lean on chairman Hamid sahib to fire that guard immediately. You never told me why, Vidya bahu.”
“Balachandraji.” Vidya coyly walked up to him. “I really don’t want to say why, but I want to thank you, and thank you properly, for doing what I asked you to.”
So Vidya had called Balachandra and asked him to use his influence and get Wasim turfed out! Why? And how? I wanted to know more.
“Bahu.” Balachandra smiled. “Do tell me. Was he bothering you? I know you hinted at something before.”
“Balachandraji.” Vidya rubbed against him. “I am here, ready for you, and you bring up that guard!”
Balachandra grabbed Vidya, turned her around so she was now between him and the desk, and then pressed my wife’s butt against my desk. He roughly pulled her towards him, and while still standing, he started to make out with her.
I noticed them kissing, and a pang of jealousy hit me. Vidya clearly liked Balachandra, and loved having sex with this old man. I knew that she rated him very highly — much higher than any of her lovers. She would become wet just by thinking about him.
Balachandra was retired from the Indian Armed Forces, and still in perfect shape, and when she was with him, Vidya would pretend to be Balachandra’s young trophy wife, and do whatever he asked her to do. She let him dominate her completely, and he adored that fact of hers. They had very good chemistry together, and sometimes I felt Balachandra even knew, or suspected, that I was a willing cuckold. Right now, Vidya had her tongue out, and I could see Balachandra and my wife engaged in full open mouth to mouth kissing and make out.
Balachandra then ran his right hand up Vidya’s waist, and cupped her left breast over the shirt she was wearing. He slowly squeezed the large breast, his hand not able to fully cover her large boob. I saw Vidya’s eyes open wide, and she squirmed a bit, but she said nothing, and continued to enjoy the kiss.
“Oh Balachandraji.” Vidya came up for air and smiled at him. “No one has kissed me like you. No one!”
Balachandra grinned. “Not even your useless husband?”
Vidya made a face, and then grinned. “He tries, Balachandraji, he tries.”