‘What do you mean, Balachandraji?’ I asked, curious as to he was hinting to what I thought he was hinting.
‘Oh, these women,’ He replied, ‘They are married to real wimps. Complete pussies. They can never satisfy their wives even if they tried their best, which many of them don’t. Typical hard working programmers! So you see, I am doing both husband and wife a favour by fucking the wife!’
I was now speechless. It was clear that there was more to Balachandraji than it met the eye.
‘Just three days ago,’ He continued, ‘I was visiting this woman in Dhayari. I met her online – so this was my first time meeting her in real life. She actually was in this swinger group with her husband. Very hush hush, as you can imagine – this is India after all. This husband had a fantasy about an old man fucking his wife in front of him, so I said I would do it. He also wanted the two of us to make fun of him and humiliate him. Strange, no? It was good though. He got what he wanted, I got to screw a beautiful lady, and she got to experience a beautiful gigantic cock for the first time in her life.’
I gasped at the last part, and then laughed.
‘Oh, come on now, Balachandraji, surely you are pulling my leg!’
‘Well,’ He said. ‘Why don’t you check it out, bahu?’
I decided the flirting had gone on long enough, and stood up. ‘I really have to go now, Balachandraji.’ I said.
I don’t know what happened, but the next thing I knew, I was on the floor. I realized that while turning to head out, I had suddenly caught my foot and stumbled on the carpet, and fallen face first on the floor. Luckily I had landed on the rug, but the tea cup was in pieces on the floor. My elbows and my knees had hit the floor hard, and I was shaken.
‘Let me help you up, bahu.’ Without waiting for my reply, Balachandraji rushed to pick me up. I felt him roughly grab me by the waist and haul me up. As he did, his hands brushed against my breasts. Rather than excuse himself, his hands lingered there.
‘Hey!’ I told him. ‘What are you doing, Balachandraji?’
‘Bahu, you have quite the tits.’ Balachandraji was now openly fondling me, as I stood there unsteadily. ‘Big ones. What a maal – an item – you are, bahu!’
‘Please stop it!’ I cried out, taking his hands and forcing them away from me. ‘I am a married woman!’
‘Why?’ He grinned. ‘That didn’t stop you from whoring yourself out to Ramu the milkman!’
There was pin drop silence there for a minute as he said that. I look at his face, wondering if he was joking.
‘What … what do you mean?’ Finally I asked him, my voice shaking.
‘Oh, c’mon, bahu.’ Balachandraji took out his cell phone. He fiddled with it for a bit and then put on a video. My eyes widened in shock as I saw it.
It was a video of a naked girl. She was on her knees, taking a huge dark cock in her mouth and licking it. Often she would take it out and kiss it.
I stood there riveted as I watched, breaking out in a cold sweat. That naked girl on Balachandraji’s phone was me! It was a video of me and Ramu!
On the video, I was looking up at Ramu and telling him, ‘Why do you have to go to your village, Ramu? You will go and fuck some village belle. But what about your memsahib? Who will fuck her?’