“Come in.” Balchandra spoke. It was a soft noise, just loud enough to be audible to whoever was outside the door. It was clear that he was expecting her. I thought the affair was over?
Vidya opened the door and let herself in.
“Rajesh is downstairs?” I heard him ask.
“Yes,” Vidya said. “Please be quick. I will have to get back to the guys quickly though, lest people start wondering. And you said our affair was over.”
“One last time.” Balachandra said.
Suddenly the door to the room was shut.
For a moment I was stumped. I didn’t know what to do. I was also disquieted by the calm manner in which she walked into his room, and the fact that he was awaiting her. Clearly, the affair wasn’t quite over.
I walked over to the bedroom. There was of course no key in the key hole. I knelt down and tried to peer in, but it was too dark inside to see what was going on. However, I could listen. I placed my ear on the keyhole.
I heard Balchandra and Vidya talk. They were whispering something, and then there was silence.
“OH YES!”
The sudden loud moaning of Vidya almost jolted me. I could hear a rustle now. They were on the bed, kissing and cuddling. And Vidya was moaning, softly.
“OH YES! Balchandraji, oh YES!”
“You love having your nipples touched like that, don’t you, bahu?”
“OH YES, Balchandraji. YES!”
“Let me take off this sari from you, bahu.”
I heard more noises, and then another silence. I could only imagine that they were now in bed, making out. I could hear the soft squeak of the old bed as the bodies moved around.
“I missed your kisses, Balchandraji.” I heard Vidya say. “You are the best kisser I have kissed.”
“What about your husband, bahu?” I heard Balachandra say in a mocking tone.
“Oh him!” Vidya laughed. My humiliation deepened as her lover joined in her laughter. I could hear some deep smooching sounds. No doubt they were now sharing a very passionate kiss. My host was kissing my wife in his own house, and I was just standing there.
Vidya soon let out another deep sigh, and before long I was listening to her moans every few minutes.
“OH YES! Like that! Eat me! Oh yes! Oh, Balchandraji, I love you! I love you! I love you!”
That was Vidya. I now knew she was being eaten between her thighs. I felt shocked. I would never have pictured this gentlemanly old man to be one who would be open to going down on a woman. And my wife was not only loving it, she just professed her love for him.
For some time I could only hear my wife moaning as she was loving whatever her lover was doing to her. Not for the first time in my life I felt that feeling of arousal as I heard my wife’s erotic faint cries.
Suddenly her moans stopped. There was another sharp series of rustles and whimpers and thuds. From the noises, I could imagine that both of them now were stark naked. I knew it wouldn’t be long now before he was going to enter her.
“Oh, Balchandraji, I love you!”
A warm humiliation came over me as I heard the first of the proper squeaking of the bed springs. I could hear the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame and I had no doubt now that she was being taken. I was certainly a great guest. My host now had his manhood buried deep into my dear wife Vidya.