Somehow I have to take half a day off tomorrow.
* * *
I managed to do it. I finished all my Friday’s work and was in my hotel room by 2 pm.
I got the shock of my life when I turned on my laptop. There were three people in our living room.
Vidya.
Ramu.
And his friend, Wasim.
Our guard. The one Vidya had called a behenchod.
Clearly, this wasn’t in Vidya’s plan. I wondered what was going to happen. Did Ramu know?
He clearly didn’t seem to know that Vidya and Wasim were already known acquainted to each other and was speaking to both of them, oblivious to the situation.
Vidya clearly wasn’t happy, but she was going along with it. For now.
Ramu turned to look at a smug, smirking Wasim. I didn’t like the looks he was giving my wife.
“See! This is your memsaab.” Ramu said. “Didn’t I tell you she’s a first class maal?”
“I know.” Wasim replied ominously. “And I am going to treat her like the maal she is.”
“This is Mrs. Vidya Mathur.” Ramu laughed. “Her husband, Mr. Rajesh Mathur, doesn’t know what a first class slut this woman is.”
By now I realized that Vidya had been told, probably this morning, that Wasim was going to show up. She was now trying to prepare herself for what she knew was going to be a tough few days. Wasim, the man she had humiliated some time ago, was now going to take his revenge.
Vidya suddenly blushed a deep, humiliating red as Ramu abruptly began to knead her butt cheeks in full view of Wasim.
“An asli item, this randi is.” Ramu continued. “She’s a complete slut, my little married whore. A fucking sex slave of mine that I used to enjoy every day when I worked here. The saali can suck your cock like a vacuum cleaner, and knows how to use her tongue. A proper lund choos.”
As he praised my wife’s so-called sluttiness, his hands went around her and landed on her breasts. Vidya stood there, red-faced, as this milkman openly groped my wife in my own house in front of the guard and talked about her depravity.
“Vidya is not just an expert with the mouth, Wasim. Her choot is so tight, and so wet. She’s the best fuck you will have.”
Ramu was clearly trying to make sure Wasim would wipe off whaever debt Ramu owed him. He was pimping my wife hard.
“She knows how to use her body too.” Ramu continued. “If you push her over on her hands and knees and slip it to her from behind, she’ll give you a slow grind for a while, as long as her hot little pussy can take it slow. Then, when her hot box really gets excited she’ll start really moving her ass. She has a way of whipping her ass up and down, really moving it on a hard dick … it’ll drive you wild.”
I could feel myself slowly getting warm. Something about the way Ramu so casually described sex with my wife was having an effect.
“And if you think her cunt’s tight, just wait until you slip your cock in her ass.” Ramu still wasn’t finished. “This saali’s got the hottest gaand I’ve ever been in. She can really let go when she’s taking it in her tight hole, she slings her ass, hunching it up and down until your poor cock just can’t hold out any longer … in short, she’s the best ass fuck you’ll ever have.”