I initially thought Vidya liked being treated roughly by Ramu simply because he was a lowly milkman, but even in her affair with Balachandra she played the same submissive, obedient role. Balachandra would punish her often, slapping her, or making her stand humiliatingly in a punishment pose, often naked, while he had his way with her. Yet I never enjoyed my wife in a similar manner.
I remember the day when Ramu told my wife he had to leave for his village, and wouldn’t be back in the city for a long time. She had been his mistress for a few months then. Oh, how she had moped and cried. And how he had humped her, four times that last day, once cumming in the mouth, once shoving it up her ass, and twice ravaging Vidya in the kitchen, my wife taking his monster cock up her cunt for one last, good-bye fuck. When I had come home that evening, I had found her sleeping on the sofa, exhausted, covered in love bite marks and dried cum, her butt covered with red crimson welts from Ramu’s rough spanking. I had just looked at Vidya and started to cum in my pants at the sight of my well used wife!
So, back to my story. I had been sleeping. It was a Wednesday, and I was leaving on Saturday to go for a business meeting, and would be away for two weeks. I had taken the Wednesday afternoon off to do some packing, as well as relax. My office, sympathetic to my frequent travel requirements for work, was understanding. Once at home, I packed for some time. Vidya then gave me a nice massage, ending with a hand job, and after that I was fast asleep.
I didn’t know when I woke up, so glanced at the clock. It was 6 in the evening. I had been sleeping for nearly two hours. I put on some clothes and walked towards the kitchen.
Vidya had been sitting at the kitchen table, making some jewellery. This was a pet hobby of hers, and she even sold some online. Her hands were sticky with glue, so when her cellphone rang, she simply put it on speaker. I was just outside the kitchen, so I stopped walking and listened in on the call.
“Memsaab!” Ramu’s beaming voice greeted her. “How’s my little rakhel?”
It took Vidya a minute to place the voice. I could see her momentary shock, and then a huge smile lit up her face just from hearing that voice. Not to mention Ramu referring to my wife as his mistress — a rakhel.
“Little?” Vidya feigned a little indignation, and I heard him laugh. “Ramu! Is that you? Wow it’s been a long while. I am good, Ramu. How are you? I missed you.”
“I am sure you did, memsaab. I missed you too. Or to be more truthful, I missed your choot and your gaand and your mummay, madam!”
Hearing him grossly describe my wife’s body parts — her cunt, her ass and her breasts — while respectfully calling her madam, made me go weak in the knees. I softly stroked my manhood through my shorts, while taking care not to make a sound as I eavesdropped on the conversation.
“My choot, my gaand, my mummay are all available for you any time, Ramu, you know that.” Vidya told him. “If you are back in town, that is.”