“Yes, Sir.”
Mr. Sarun then started to ask me about the sales figures. I replied, trying to focus as much as I could, while I could see a pool of thick white cum emerge from between my wife’s legs. Mr. Sarun’s own cock was now limp, and glistening with my wife’s cunt juices. Even though it was now soft, it was still way thicker and longer than mine when hard. I felt really small.
And then Mr. Sarun told me to leave, he wanted to fuck Vidya again. He would join me for dinner later. I was being summarily dismissed.
“Yes, Sir.”
Later on Vidya told me that it hand ended up with her lying face down, butt up as Mr. Sarun drilled her anal cavity, before withdrawing and cumming on her face.
“That time he was actually tender. You know that he has a great body, with a dick that’s big and strong.” Vidya recounted. “I think he got his high by leading you to the room and showing you that your wife was readily available to him, naked and willing to please. He had already humiliated you, so he didn’t need to treat me roughly. He told me I was just another married bitch serving him sexually. After you left he put his mouth on my breasts and sucked them. He then went back and forth on each breast, playing with each one until I was begging him to fuck me — to put his cock back into my cunt.”
“He didn’t immediately relent. Mr. Sarun actually started kissing his way down my stomach and then all the way to my pussy. He even licked my pussy. It felt so delicate — I actually felt he cared for me. Finally he positioned me doggy style on the bed and slid his dick into me. He drilled my ass for a while before he had me kneel in front of him. He then ejaculated all over my face, bringing me back to reality. It wasn’t about me — it was about his satisfaction.”
***
Wednesday was another busy day and I was in the office till 6 pm. Mr. Sarun hadn’t showed up all day and I wondered just what he was doing with Vidya. I also realized we were halfway into the week. Just three more days to go before we fly home on Sunday. I returned home (well, Mr. Sarun’s home) famished, and eager to have diner.
It was a strange dinner. For one, there was no Vidya at the table.
“She’s having her dinner in her room.” Mr. Sarun told me when I asked. “She’s displeased me today and I am going to punish her after we finish our dinner.”
“Oh no.” I thought. “I wonder what Vidya has done.”
I pleaded with Mr. Sarun to forgive her for whatever she had done, but he would have none of it. It felt really strange to have to beg another man to not punish your wife, and feel so helpless when he said he was going through with it. I could only hope, for Vidya’s sake, it wasn’t something severe.
Dinner was a somber affair and when it was done, Mr. Sarun had me stand in one corner of the room, along with Imtiaz and Fateh. Rukmani stood at the other end of the room, while Narges was sent to fetch Vidya. It was clear that Mr. Sarun intended to punish Vidya in front of everyone in the household. Later on Fateh would tell me that was common. Whenever Narges or Rukmani displeased Mr. Sarun, he usually spanked or caned them in front of everyone — especially their husbands — just to demonstrate his hold over them.