“Oh memsaab!” Ramu exclaimed, after pulling out of her. I could see oodles of semen gush out from between her thighs as he did so. “You are my best fuck. I fucked many housewives, but no one is like you, Vidya!”
That was Sunday.
For the next four days, Ramu made my house his home. He wore my clothes, used my perfume, ate my food, drank my whiskey, slept in my bed and of course, fucked my wife.
I was busy working all day, but my mind would be thinking about what my wife and her milkman was up to. All day while I was busy with spreadsheets, I was sure she was busy in the sheets. I could hardly wait to get back to my hotel room and watch the videos.
He fucked her often. Vidya hardly cooked, except for making tea, and ordered in home delivered meals while Ramu sat on the sofa like a king. When he wasn’t fucking her, he was spanking her, or they cuddled and watched movies. They truly felt like newlyweds who had just discovered the pleasures of sex. It was hot when he would give my wife a bare ass spanking. But it always blew my load when she would be on her knees giving him a blowjob.
Ramu had a particular fascination with placing my wife in servile positions and taking pictures on his cellphone. He would sit on the sofa, and Vidya would be on her knees, between his legs with his cock in her mouth and he would take a selfie. He had quite a few pictures of Vidya giving him a blowjob. Or he would spank Vidya until her butt was crimson red, and then take a picture of her from behind, with Vidya on all fours, looking back at the camera and her red ass. I knew my wife was enjoying herself, but those pictures worried me. Vidya wasn’t that careful at all — what if those pictures found their way to the net?
Thursday evening I had to work late. I was back in my hotel room at 10 in the evening, after I had dinner outside with some company folks. After freshening up, I fired up my laptop.
Vidya and Ramu were in bed. They were naked (of course!) but it looked like they hadn’t had sex yet. They were talking, so I bumped up the volume.
“So, when is this friend of yours coming?” Vidya asked. “We have been having so much fun that I forgot you were pimping me out like a whore to settle your debt.”
“Well, memsaab.” Ramu leaned in and gently nibbled on one of Vidya’s breasts. “You ARE a whore, Vidya. You are MY whore. You are my bitch. Remember that.”
They kissed for some time.
“My friend will come tomorrow.” Ramu told her. “I told him to come in the evening. That way I get the whole Friday morning and afternoon with you. And he’s done his work and then when he gets here, he can then spend some time with you. Be sure to make him happy, and obey him!”
“Hmm.” Vidya made a face. “So he will be here for just one night right?”
“Well.” Ramu had a guilty face. “I sort of told him your husband is not here for a while. So he may want some repeats.”
“Well. OK.” Vidya was clearly not amused, but clearly Ramu had left her no choice. “We can talk about it when he’s here. Right now, I need you to fuck me.”