I decided I could project power, for once, in front of my wife and at the same time appear to be magnanimous.
“It’s not me you should apologize to.” I told him, even as he was on the floor, groveling. “It is my wife you should ask forgiveness from.”
Wasim literally fell at her feet, touching her toes and humbling himself. Vidya at first wasn’t buying it.
“I heard your comments the other day.” She replied haughtily. “What did you describe me as to Feroz, your fellow guard? An item? A maal?”
“I am very sorry, memsaab. It was just in jest. Please, I assure you.”
“You behenchod!” My wife swore. Behenchod is a slang which meant sister fucker and is an insult. When the mood struck her, Vidya could swear like a drunken sailor. And right now she was pissed at Wasim.
“You think, behenchod,” She railed on him, “Just because we wear sleeveless blouses or call our husbands by our name, we are some type of bazaari aurat that you can pass lewd comments on?”
Wasim continued to plead for forgiveness and grovel on our floor. In the end, Vidya snootily dismissed him.
“Go.” She told him. “Jao tumko maaf kiya. You are forgiven. Just be on your best behavior around me. In fact, I want you to salute me every time I walk by.”
“Yes, memsaab.”
After Wasim left, I shut the door and turned to my wife.
“See?” I told her. “I CAN handle a man like Wasim.”
For some time Vidya looked at me. Then she broke into a smile.
Vidya has a beautiful smile that can light up a room. A woman can be pretty, but she is really drop dead sexy when she smiles and is a jolly person to be around. Seeing my wife seated on the sofa, regal, elegant and like a Queen, I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on her rosy cheeks. I really wanted to kiss her feet, but I had just projected strength in front of her for the first time so I didn’t want to ruin it.
“I’m getting dressed and heading out.” I told her. “Already I’m late for work.”
Vidya had some other plans. She immediately grabbed my shorts, much to my surprise.
“Rajesh, I need to reward you with a blow job.”
“I … I …” I spluttered.
My wife stood up. I was now DEFINITELY getting late for work, but what the hell! I threw my arms around her and started to grope and massage her tits and ass. I loved my wife’s tits. Well, to be honest, so did other men! Vidya had nice tits, just like her mother.
My wife inserted her soft hands into my pants, and started to play with my cock and balls.
“Such a small penis you have, dear.” She told me, even as I kissed the nape of her neck. “I can hardly tell if you are hard or not!”
I grunted. Vidya was careful not to stroke me too much lest I started to cum. I was pawing her breasts now, and Vidya made some slightly encouraging sounds. I then kissed my wife on each of her luscious cheeks again. Vidya decided it was time.
Vidya knelt down like a good wife and lowered my shorts so it fell to my ankles. I, the helpless, devoted soul before this ravishing beauty, was now naked from my waist down, and undoubtedly hard. My little picker was glistening with precum. My hot wife gently kissed the tip of my manhood before placing it in her mouth. She began to lick my penis up and down its small length. I caught hold of her by my hair and tugged at it.