Balachandraji shut the video. I looked at his eyes – they were filled with lust. It was clear what he wanted.
‘You should never have let Ramu take a video of you, bahu.’ He told me. ‘These low class people want to brag about banging a gori memsahib housewife, all the time.’
‘But … but …’ I was still in shock, ‘It was our last week. He just wanted a farewell-‘
Too late, I remembered I just admitted the affair to him.
‘Now, now.’
Balachandraji put his arms around me and hugged me to him. He then squeezed against my body and I felt his hands groping my thighs.
‘Please, Balachandraji, please.’ I tried to wriggle out. ‘I have to go now.’
‘I am going to send this to everyone I know.’ He threatened me with a smile.
I tried begging, and then bargaining with him, and pleading with him, but he wouldn’t budge. He wanted to fuck me. It was then I remembered about your trip to Mumbai.
‘My husband is going to Mumbai for a few days.’ I told him, running to the door. ‘Maybe then.’
‘I will be at the airport!’ He called out, even as I ran away from the house.”
Vidya paused her story telling and looked at me.
“So now you know,” She said, “Why he was at the airport that day when I came to see you off.”
“What a bastard!” I exclaimed. “I thought he was there to meet a friend – or that’s what he said!”
“Well, yah.” Vidya laughed. “He was there to make sure I returned home with him after seeing you off!”
Vidya continued her story.
“I hugged you at the Departure Lounge, and Balchandraji was beside me, watching as I kissed you goodbye. As soon as you were out of sight, he turned to me. One look at his lust filled eyes, and I knew today was the day something would happen.
No sooner had you gone out of sight than he was by my side, his arm around my waist. ‘Hey, my beautiful bahu’, he said. ‘I finally have you all to myself. Your nikamma – useless – husband is gone.’
I couldn’t move. Balchandraji’s hand was caressing my bum, his fingers probing through the crack of my ass. We were still in the airport and any one could see us! I was being mauled right there in public.
‘I am going to strip you right here, bahu.’ He told me, his hands caressing my behind. ‘You are so beautiful, bahu.’
With great difficulty I managed to wrestle myself away from him. ‘Balchandraji’, I told him. ‘Please, let’s go home.’
We walked outside. I tried to walk a little front of Balchandraji, but he was quick, and he grabbed my butt again. I didn’t want to make a scene, so I had no choice but to let him grope me, right there, in public, as we waited at the taxi stand in the airport for a taxi. A couple of those construction workers saw me, and whistled, but Balchandraji wasn’t deterred. He kept kneading and pinching my bum.
“You have such a beautiful butt, bahu.” He kept telling me. “So round, so perfect. So pinchable! So spankable! Such nice mounds!”
Thankfully we didn’t have to wait too long for a taxi. It started to rain as well, so luckily there was a cover at the taxi stand and we didn’t get wet. The taxi driver was a young Sikh guy. As soon as we got into the taxi, Balchandraji wasted no time in assaulting me.