The front door is unlocked, I would scream at the monitor, as I would see Vidya simply passed out on the couch. But of course ours was a gated community and quite safe.
Right an hour after Ramu left, 4 pm, was when Wasim would start his shift. He worked from 4 pm to midnight. Vidya was still a new fuck for him, and he was fascinated with her body. He would show up at the house during his “breaks” and have his way with her. Almost every other hour, he would come and do to her as his heart pleased. Throughout his shift, for the next week, my wife was fucked hard, made to suck his dick, her boobs were pinched and squeezed, her nipples bitten and groped as Wasim took full enjoyment from her. Vidya was often spanked hard on her nice round big ass during every visit.
Wasim was rough with her. It was clear he still held a grudge about Vidya’s complaining of him early on, and he wanted to make her pay. He slapped her on almost every visit, often for the flimsiest of reasons. Being in that helpless subservient position seemed to tickle that submissive instinct deep inside Vidya. Wasim would stand over her as she was naked on her knees, and spray his seed all over my wife’s face. Then he would order her to keep it like that until it dried. It was only several minutes later that she was given “permission” to clean it up, before being fucked again.
I am ashamed to admit that as much as I hated everything he did to Vidya, a big part of me enjoyed it too. I stroked myself to a handful of orgasms throughout the day as I watched their antics. It was hard to keep my mind on my job when I went to work, knowing what videos were waiting for me!
It was once again Friday evening. Almost a week had elapsed of Wasim and Ramu taking turns with Vidya. I would be returning home in a couple of days. That evening, after I returned to the hotel, I took a shower and then had dinner. It was 9 pm by the time I was ready to see what Vidya was upto. I switched on my laptop. A small blinking icon near the top of my app told me there was a livestream right now. I clicked it on.
Suddenly I froze. I could hear multiple voices. Multiple! There must have been at least four to five men’s voices. And Vidya! As the video cleared up and began to buffer, I tried to make out what was going on.
It was our living room. There were four, no, five guys sitting there. All of them laughing. I could see Ramu, and Wasim. Wasim now stood up. He seemed to be the one in charge, with Ramu the second-in-command.
Vidya. I could see her. She was standing, somewhat nervously, in the centre of the room. Wasim walked up to her.
“What a slut.” Wasim smacked her bum hard, in front of everyone. “You have certainly made everyone’s lund quite erect, memsaab!”
Everyone laughed as he said memsaab. At that moment, I was sure Vidya felt anything but a memsaab. Here she was, impeccably dressed in an expensive chiffon sari, yet I am sure she felt like a whore. Our guard was openly slapping her butt in front of his low class colleagues.