We quietly withdrew and this time found our way to the main palatial living room. I almost had to drag Vidya away. Rukmani’s moans followed us all the way back as she gamely tried to match the thrusts of her employer. We heard her gasp as Mr. Sarun’s butt muscles clenched. No doubt he was at this moment ejaculating a huge load of cum into her rear hole.
We both sat down on one of the sofas. Vidya quickly moved close to me, and deftly slid her hand into my pants, inside my underwear, and with confidence bred of familiarity, wrapped her hand around my tiny cock.
“I knew your mini-dick would be hard, darling!” She announced with a cute smirk on her face.
“And how did you know?”
“That was very sexual, Rajesh.” She told me, stroking my manhood. “You were thinking of what that cock could do to me, right? Admit it! You were picturing me with your boss.”
She knew me too well, of course. My cock (or as Vidya called it, “mini dick”) was rock hard. As Rukmani’s grunts and moans came back to me, I couldn’t really decide how I felt about Vidya being in her place. I knew I was angry that she brought it up, jealous that she was thinking about it, and yet I was also completely turned on, and very hot.
“Wow.” Vidya remarked. “I guess I was wrong. Your old boss is going to be a handful after all.”
“Yes, dear.” I thought miserably.
Almost twenty minutes later, Mr. Sarun greeted us formally. He had taken a shower, and was now dressed impeccably in a dress shirt and pants.
* * *
Mr. Sarun was the perfect gentleman over dinner. He commented on how beautiful my wife looked, without becoming crude, and lavished praises on me for my work for the company. As the servants busily served the tastiest dishes, he made small talk with Vidya. He asked her about her mother, and sympathized with her when she told him about Poonam’s arthritis, and helpfully suggested the recipe of a shrimp dish Vidya liked. I could see Vidya becoming slowly at ease with his presence. No doubt the knowledge that this man had a huge appendage that would soon be drilling into her was also helping.
Over dinner Mr. Sarun introduced us to Rukmani and Narges, his two “main maidservants” and “helpers”, as he labeled them. I could see them both blush when Mr. Sarun spoke very highly of them. Rukmani of course was now fully clothed, and I could not get the image of her shapely swinging buttocks out of my mind, and the vision of Mr. Sarun’s cock invading that ass. I wondered if Imtiaz knew about his wife’s affair with his boss. Perhaps I was not the only cuckold in the house. Narges was an older maid, plump, shapely, with a big buxom chest and a big ass. Her hair had greyed significantly, but it wasn’t hard to imagine she had been a pretty woman in her youth. However, she looked stern, and I could see Rukmani defer to her. Narges’s husband Fateh was an older man.
After dinner, Mr. Sarun suggested that we retire to the poolside. It was a beautiful summer evening, and both Vidya and I had no problems with that suggestion.
“Narges!” Mr. Sarun ordered. “Please clear the table and make sure the bedrooms are clean and tidy.”