After a few minutes, Wasim rolled away after flooding my wife’s pussy with the last remnants of his jizz. Vidya was suddenly free, and stood up. I could sense that she wanted to regain some semblance of control and respect in the situation. She stood up and started to put on her clothes that were strewn all over the floor. I could see Wasim sit up on the bed and hungrily watch my wife dress.
Vidya seemed to be taking her time. She couldn’t walk straight from the fucking she had received. Her knees seemed to have gone weak and her body was probably sore and drained of all energy. Finally, after ten minutes, she was completely dressed in her sari.
With a sudden apprehension, I glanced back at Wasim. I realized he was now fully hard. Amazing! He had just cum in my wife merely ten minutes ago after an intense fuck session, and here he was, ready to go again. Suddenly, Wasim stood up.
“Memsaab.” He walked over to my wife. Vidya turned around and faced him defiantly.
“Did I tell you to get dressed?”
“No, but I thought …” Vidya didn’t know what to say.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Three quick slaps sent Vidya reeling to the floor.
“Please stand up, memsaab.”
Warily Vidya stood up, rubbing her cheeks.
“Why … why did you slap me, Wasim?” Vidya asked. “I … I let you … fuck me as you wanted! I obeyed you completely.”
“I didn’t tell you I was done, memsaab.” Wasim replied arrogantly. “Look at my lund. Does it seem done to you?”
SLAP!
SLAP
Vidya stood motionless as Wasim slapped her a few times, and then grabbed the hem of her sari and started to undress her, once again. Off came the sari in a trice. He then unbuttoned her blouse and this time simply ripped the blouse off her body, exposing her bra covered tits. Vidya gasped at the suddenness of his force.
“I also thought it would be a one-time thing where I would fuck you and get it out of the system. But it has only made me lust for you more!” Wasim told her as he fiddled with my wife’s bra strap. He managed to unhook it and pulled it off roughly.
Vidya stood topless, humiliated, as he ogled at her naked tits. He groaned at their sight and grabbed them immediately. Just the fact that he fucked her moments ago didn’t seem to register.
“My God your tits are so delicious. I could play with them all day, memsaab.” He told my wife, squeezing her lemons.
Unable to resist, Vidya moaned softly as his rough hands felt up her boobs and pinched her nipples. She stood there, her petticoat hanging from her hips.
He sat on the bed and asked my wife to remove the dress completely.
“You don’t want me to slap you yet again, memsaab.”
For the second time that night I watched as Wasim proceeded to furiously fuck my wife once again. By the time he was done, Vidya was a blubbering mess.
I sat there and listened to my wife getting fucked by this lowly guard and couldn’t quite decide how I felt about the whole thing — angry, jealous, but also very turned on, very hot.
I could tell by the grunts and moans that Wasim was cumming again. He then rolled off Vidya and grabbed her by the hair.