“Vidya, I always had a thing for young Nepali boobs.” He told my wife. “Very firm, and at the same time, supple.”
“Yes, Sirjee.” Vidya could only nod. She had a slight amused smile on her face, as did Rukmani, who said no words in protest as her boss groped her openly. Clearly, Vidya was amazed at this brazen display of authority by Mr. Sarun.
Suddenly we heard footsteps. It was Imtiaz, Rukmani’s husband, who had brought out a tray which had a few glasses and a bottle of wine. I noticed he didn’t say anything as he put down his tray on the table. Here was his wife, with her tits exposed to all, being fondled and getting her boobs stroked by his boss, and Imtiaz kept his head and eyes down and continued with his work. I noticed that he did not also meet his wife’s gaze, who continued to laugh at Mr. Sarun’s jokes and encourage his roving hands. My boss pinched his maid servant’s areole, before turning to her husband.
“Imtiaz,” He ordered. “Come here.”
“Yes, saabji.”
Imitiaz now had to look up and walk to his boss, who had his hands on his wife’s breasts. Imtiaz kept his eyes down. It was the ultimate display of power, control and humiliation, and Mr. Sarun reveled in the situation. Here was Imtiaz, being forced to be submissive and respectful to a man who was groping his wife in front of all.
“I won’t be needing you anymore tonight.” He told Imitaz. “Have dinner and go to bed.”
“Yes, saabji.”
“I will send your wife to bed once I am done with her.” My boss continued. “No Nepali pussy needed tonight, when I have desi maal here.”
“Yes, saabji.”
I could see Vidya blush slightly when Mr. Sarun mentioned “desi maal” (or domestic product). It was now my turn to be humiliated as a cuckold. Mr. Sarun was openly saying to one cuckold that he didn’t need his wife for the night, and then telling the other cuckold he was going to fuck his wife instead.
Imtiaz turned around, bowed slightly to Mr. Sarun, and left. After he departed, my boss spoke to me.
“As you can see Rajesh, you are not the only cuckold in this house.”
I gulped. There it was, out in the open. My boss had just called me out as a cuckold, and in front of my wife. The implications for Vidya were now apparent.
“Yes, Sir.”
Mr. Sarun turned to Vidya.
“My dear, would you like to change into something more comfortable? This is a pool. You should really be wearing a very revealing swim suit that showed off your voluptuous body.”
My wife Vidya actually had the audacity to blush again.
“I am sorry, Sirjee.” She demurred. “I didn’t bring any with me.”
“No problem.” Mr. Sarun pointed at the change rooms on the other side of the pool. “I keep my lockers well stocked. I am sure you will find your size there.”
Wordlessly, Vidya stood up. We all followed her sashaying figure as she walked over to the change rooms. As far as I was concerned, my cuckoldry had begun.
***
My boss continued to tweak Rukmani’s nipples as he then turned to me and asked, “So, did you see me take Rukmani’s ass this afternoon?”
I gasped and turned bright red. Then I admitted that yes, we did see him and Rukmani have sex by the pool. Mr. Sarun laughed.