I cringed as they both laughed for a bit.
“What about sex?” Balachandra asked. “Does he do that as well, or you …”
Vidya smiled. “He tries, Balachandraji, he tries. But of course, with you …”
The two lovers laughed again, and then resumed their kissing.
Balachandra ran his left hand down Vidya’s side. Vidya seemed to be naked from the waist down (she could be wearing a panty — I couldn’t tell), and Balachandra grabbed her right butt cheek, and massaged it. He dropped his right hand off of her tit for a moment, and squeezed both of her butt cheeks, grinding his crotch into hers as he did. They had stopped kissing for now, and Vidya watched, amused, as this old man expertly kneaded her butt.
Then he grabbed the hem of the shirt she was wearing with both hands, and pulled it up slightly, exposing her white bra, resting the top just above her cups. Balachandra grabbed the bottoms of both of her bra cups, and yanked up. Vidya’s large milky breasts fell out of the cups, and bobbled free.
“Oh, bahu. How I have missed these.” He moaned, as he groped my wife’s bare breasts.
“Oh Balachandraji. I have missed you.”
He leaned down and licked her dark wide areolas, and sucked on her fat nipples. I could see Vidya’s nipples become long and erect as Balachandra licked, sucked, and bit them.
“Ok, bahu. Tell me.” Finally they stopped for a moment, and Balachandra returned to his question. “Why did you want me to get rid of Wasim, and that too — immediately?”
“Balachandraji.” My wife kept her gaze bashfully down. “That man was so disrespectful. He would often make lewd comments about me. He would make them to his friends and he would think I couldn’t hear. And then … one day … he had the audacity to pinch my buttock, Balachandraji.”
I realized my wife was an expert liar. Balachandra seemed to have bought this damsel in distress tale hook, line and sinker.
“So did you tell your husband?” He asked.
“Er …” Vidya made another face. “You know my husband, Balachandraji. For this, I need a real man. So I called you.”
“How did he pinch your buttock, bahu?”
“Well, you know one day, I was at the gate, fumbling in my purse for the fob key. Wasim said no problem, I could go in, and he opened the gate. As I passed by him, he pinched my butt. And in full view of the other guards!”
“So what did you do next?”
“I could do nothing, Balachandraji. The other guards were looking, and wondering what I was going to do. I didn’t feel safe, and it was that time of the afternoon when people were asleep. So I rushed home.”
“And then you told your husband?”
“No, Balachandraji. I knew he would try to deal with it and he will deal with it badly. So I called you, immediately.”
So my wife had called Balachandra the day Wasim had whipped her ass with his belt. And Balachandra, rising to the occasion, had the guard immediately dismissed and exiled from the community. This explained why those other guards, fearing for their own jobs, had suddenly kept to themselves and behaved respectfully with me. And why the construction crew were also keeping their distance. And Feroz. They were all suddenly afraid of Vidya.