Just then it hit me. This was like a suhaag raat, when the first time an Indian couple has sex after marriage, along with the ceremonial glass of milk. Balchandraji wanted to treat me as a husband going to his wife for the first time. It didn’t matter that I was already married to you.
I did as he asked. I was sitting on the bed, with the anchal of my sari over my head, waiting like a shy Indian wife for my husband. The glass of milk was beside me on the bedside table. Balchandraji entered the room and gave a low whistle.
‘Oh, my bahu!’ He gushed. ‘My bahu is ready for me on my bed!’ His voice was full of lust and he was barely controlling himself from jumping on to the bed. He walked around and took a few sips from the glass of milk.
‘You are no longer my neighbor.’ He told me. ‘From now on you are my unofficial biwi – my wife. When Rajesh is here, you will be his biwi. But when he is away, you are my biwi. You will serve two men as wife, Vidya. You are a randi, a slut and this is what you are good for.’ His words were having an effect on me. Already I knew I was wet from his assault on me in the taxi, now he was almost making me cum already by his words.
He jumped into bed and lifted the anchal that I was using as a veil, and started to kiss me. He treated me a little roughly, unlike the careful and deferential way you treat me, Rajesh. He was sucking on my tongue, and biting me on the lips. Despite my initial reluctance, I could slowly feel my resistance crumbled. No one had kissed me like that in a while, Rajesh. I am sorry, but sometimes, a woman needs to be taken a little roughly. Balchandraji was an expert kisser. He knew when to probe and when to sit back. Besides, he kept his hands busy, mauling my breasts or pinching my bottom or rubbing me in between my thighs. I didn’t know what move to expect from him and started to enjoy being kissed like that.
Then he started to strip me. I tried to slow him down, as this would be the first time I would be naked in front of another man other than my husband in a long while, but Balchandraji had his way with me. He pulled away the pallu of my sari and pretty soon my sari lay crumpled on the floor. He then pulled the string on my blouse, unbuttoned it from the front and told me to raise my arms. I tried being a little coy, and shook my head. Before I knew it, he raised a hand and slapped me.
My cheeks were stinging as I looked at him, surprised. He slapped me again.
Then, very calmly, Balchandraji told me, ‘Bahu, I don’t want to slap you one more time.’ I immediately raised my arms. Balchandraji grinned and told me as he took off my blouse, ‘Now that’s a good Indian wife. Listening to her husband. Bahu, trust me, once I fuck you one time, you will become my sex slave. You will forget Rajesh completely.’ I nodded again. I didn’t want to be slapped again. I wanted to be fucked.
I was also eager to see if he would back up his boast.
Balchandraji undid my bra. My breasts leapt out, freed from the constraints of clothing. They were big, they were bouncy, and they were free for another man to ravage them, and ravage them he did. My nipples were pinched, pulled, sucked on and kissed in quick succession, and I could see Balchandraji knew what he was doing. He made my nipples erect and pointed in no time. You see, Rajesh, you hardly pay attention to my boobs when you are humping me. You mostly think your job is done when you finger or lick me to an orgasm, so my boobs haven’t been paid attention like that in a while. Right now, at that moment, my breasts were in love with Balchandraji.