Ramu raised a hand and smacked Vidya right on my wife’s bum. As if on cue, she made a cute face.
“Oh, Ramu, stop it naa!”
“The best tatti I have seen.” Ramu said, smacking my wife’s big rear end again.
Vidya stood there as Ramu kept smacking her ass. Then he pinched it, causing her to yelp.
“Vidya, it’s so rude of you not to welcome Wasim just like you welcomed me. What sort of a hostess are you?”
“Er … I am sorry, Wasim.”
This was the moment of truth. I leaned in on my chair, watching my laptop monitor intently. What would Wasim do to Vidya?
Vidya walked demurely to him. She clearly didn’t know what to do and turned to look back at Ramu. He had a grin on his face, and gave her an encouraging nod.
Vidya didn’t have to do anything. Apparently Wasim decided enough was enough — she was a proper maal after all, and if Ramu could have some, why couldn’t he. Revenge is a dish best served as a hot wife. He grabbed Vidya in a hug, and forced his tongue into her mouth.
“Mmmm…” Vidya could only gasp for breath, as she felt his moustache on her face, and his hands grasping her buttocks. After he finished kissing my wife, or rather sucking her tongue, he then reached out and started to maul her breasts.
“What. A. Pair.” He seemed mostly to say to himself. “I can’t believe it.”
Vidya stood there as Wasim completed his assault on her breasts.
“Ramu.” He turned to the milkman. “I am going to enjoy this randi. You can leave now.”
“Yes, brother.” Ramu cheerfully replied. He was glad Wasim and Vidya had a good start, and just like that, nodded curtly at my wife and left, shutting the door behind him.
Even through the small screen of my laptop, I could see Vidya shudder as she realized she was now completely alone in the house with Wasim.
“Come, memsaab.” Wasim had an evil grin on his face. He came forward and cupped Vidya’s chin with his fingers. “Let’s go to your bedroom so we can enjoy this better. I have wanted to wipe off that smug, arrogant look you had on your face for a long time.”
“Wasim.” Vidya pleaded, as Wasim patted her on her cheek. “We barely know each other. Let’s share a drink first.”
I could sense why Vidya was apprehensive. Here was the man she (through me) had complained about to the committee. Wasim nearly lost his job, and had to come personally to our house to humbly grovel and apologize before Vidya. Vidya had insulted him and called him a behenchod. Now here he was, in the same house, and in complete control of the situation, looking forward to fuck the same lady that had complained against him.
I wondered why Vidya was surrendering herself to this man. She did not need to. Perhaps, I realized, she wanted to keep Ramu happy. Ramu had clearly told her he would not fuck her unless she also allowed herself to be fucked by his friends. For not the first time I was seeing my wife surrender to the power of another man’s larger cock.
“I don’t need a drink, memsaab.” Wasim laughed, roughly stroking my wife’s cheek. “I am already high with the thought of what I will do to you, and to this pretty face of yours.”