“I told Imtiaz to make sure to give you directions that would lead you to the pool, and to tell his wife to lie naked for me there.” Mr. Sarun told me. “I wanted your wife Vidya to see my cock. It’s always good for women to know what awaits them in bed.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I mean, your wife’s agreed to be my bitch for a week anyways, but it’s nice when a woman is willing, as opposed to reluctant.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I realized my boss was a very cunning and shrewd man. I wondered what else lay in store for the week.
Mr. Sarun suddenly turned and whistled. I followed his eyes.
Vidya had just reemerged from the changing rooms. Gone was her sari, her petticoat and her whole ensemble. She was now dressed in a blue two piece bathing suit that could only be described as … barely there. Her face was slightly red — it was clear she was embarrassed. Later on she would tell me this was actually the most modest attire she could find there. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she walked back to her seat, and the top of her pubic area could be seen peeking out from the flimsy bottom piece.
Wordlessly Mr. Sarun got up and sat next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on her lips. Vidya looked at me like she couldn’t believe at how fast he was doing what he was doing, but I merely turned my eyes away.
“Rajesh.” Mr. Sarun’s voice boomed. “I am now going to kiss your wife.”
“Yes, Sir.” I even had the audacity to smile to indicate my approval that hadn’t even been asked for. Mr. Sarun saw, Mr. Sarun conquered. And I am sure he would cum as well.
Mr. Sarun held Vidya’s head with both his hands and started kissing her in earnest. She had no choice but to comply, and respond in kind. I realized that Mr. Sarun had just started doing what he wanted to do, and neither I nor my wife’s permission had been asked or sought for. It was clear that we were merely his slaves, with no will of our own, here to do his bidding for the week.
Rukmani, her breasts now back inside her blouse, came and stood next to me. Suddenly I felt a hand on my ear, and then a sharp ear twist.
“Perhaps, Rajesh,” She gently whispered to me, as she pulled my ear, “You would like to visit the bathroom.”
“Er, bathroom?”
Rukmani twisted my ear a bit harder.
“It would be wise,” Rukmani smiled and continued to pull my ear and whisper to me, “to leave them alone for a bit.”
“Er, yes, of course, if you think so.”
Rukmani let go of my ear, grabbed my arm and I stood up. Together, we walked to one end of the pool where the washrooms were.
It was rather difficult for me to pee immediately — my cock was actually hard! Second, Rukmani was there — watching me pee! When I had protested, she simply said it was Mr. Sarun’s order. So I had to urinate as the maid watched.
“Now bend down and kiss my foot.” Rukmani said, as I finished, tucked my penis back into my pants and turned around.
“What?” I was still in a bit of a daze, looking at her, with her right foot outstretched.
Rukmani sighed, and then raised her hand. Before I knew it, she moved fast.