“Please, Wasim …” Vidya tried to beg, but Wasim was in no mood for small talk. He now had the chance to take one of the most beautiful malkins of the neighborhood to bed, and he simply wasn’t going to waste any time. Still grinning with a hungry leer, this tall, burly guard simply picked up my wife and swung her over on to his shoulders! Vidya was now helpless, in his arms, being roughly carried by him up the stairs and to the bedroom.
To OUR bedroom. To our marital bed.
Vidya still tried to wriggle and squirm out of his grasp. She attempted in vain to plead with him.
“C’mon, Wasim. There’s no use in holding a grudge, Wasim. I am perfectly happy to say I was sorry, Wasim. I shouldn’t have reported you. Now please! PUT ME DOWN!”
Wasm sighed, then gently put my wife down so she was now standing at the base of the stairs, facing him. Vidya looked up at him, and tried to smile, in an attempt to ease the tension. Wasim simply stared back at her, and then raised his huge hand.
SLAP!
The sharp sound of his fingers striking my wife’s cheek jolted me. Even Vidya looked at him in surprise, as a sting spread on her face.
SLAP!
He slapped her again.
“I don’t want to slap you, memsaab.” Wasim told her. “But sometimes, as Ramu told us, this is the only way to make you obedient.”
Vidya nodded immediately. I could see that she realized she was not in charge of the situation, and this could end up very badly for her. Suddenly even I didn’t her want to upset this man. I wanted my wife to do exactly what Wasim told her to do.
“Does it hurt, memsaab?” Wasim laughed an evil laugh as Vidya rubbed her cheeks where she had been slapped. My wife could only nod.
“Do you want me to slap you again, randi?” Wasim asked. Vidya quickly shook her head.
“Then you will listen to me and do exactly as I tell you to.”
Vidya nodded immediately, still rubbing her cheeks. She was humiliated, slapped in her own house by the guard.
“Good.” Wasim picked her up and once again swung her over his shoulder as if she was just as light as a pillow. “I would rather be kissing and cumming on that face than slapping it, memsaab, so please behave yourself.”
The commanding way he slapped my wife, and the demure way Vidya seemed to have accepted it, seemed to have given Wasim a fresh license to have his way with her. As he carried her up the stairs on one shoulder, his other hand was on Vidya’s butt, groping and pinching her. This time Vidya lay silent on his shoulder, allowing him to do what he wanted.
Wasim marched into our room as if he owned the place, and dropped Vidya on to our bed and immediately started undressing. My wife sat quietly on the corner of the bed watching the guard as he removed his grey shirt, exposing his brawny and fit torso and hairy chest. He was powerfully built. A shiver ran down my spine as I took in the size of Wasim’s body. This man was huge.
Holding the buckle of his belt, Wasim looked at Vidya and grinned.
“Memsaab, ready to see what will soon go inside you?”
In spite of herself, Vidya nodded. She couldn’t help it. Despite being slapped and humiliated, Vidya, the wife of a respected engineer, was waiting to be fucked by this lowly guard.