When she had been getting ready, I had asked her why she was wearing the mangalsutra.
“You are going to seduce Gaurav into bed,” I told her, still not able to say ‘into fucking you’, “So why do you need the mangalsutra? Isn’t it better to be without it for today?”
“You don’t understand.” Vidya informed me confidently. “The mangalsutra will help me. When Gaurav is fucking me, part of the charm will be that he is taking purity of the wife of another man. I am the wife of his employee, someone who is duty bound to obey his orders. The mangalsutra will enforce the fact that he is going to defile me, behind your back, in your house, on your bed, while you will come back and continue to obey his orders … it will add to the enticement.”
I would later learn that Vidya was absolutely correct.
Right now, Gaurav stared and stared at my wife while she came down the stairs to welcome him. As Vidya walked, Gaurav’s eyes remained fixated on her mammary glands, which were seemingly trying to free themselves from the contours of her blouse. If Vidya had noticed Gaurav staring at her boobs she gave no indication. She greeted Gaurav warmly with a kiss on each cheek. He seemed a bit surprised at the Western style of greeting (we Indians are usually quite shy about this) and I could see a bulge forming near his crotch.
We all sat down in the sofa, and Vidya got some juice for all of us. She made sure to bend down sufficiently while serving Gaurav, holding her pose. Gaurav stared unabashedly at her cleavage, before hastily averting his eyes away.
“Vidya,” I told her, “Sir has brought a gift for you.”
“Oh!” Vidya squealed like a little girl. “You didn’t have to, Gauravji! It really is our pleasure to serve you at our house.”
“Nonsense.” Gaurav dismissed her objections gallantly. “It is my culture. When I visit a house for the first time, I always have a gift for the malkin of the house, especially a lady whose beauty knows no bounds.”
It was a small locket with a gold pendant, the type of necklace that could be given as a gift that, while not being expensive enough to cause problems in accepting it, was still expensive enough to be impressive.
Vidya had an idea.
“Why don’t you put it on me, Gauravji? It is your gift; it is only your right.”
“Yes, Sir, please!” I played along. “Why don’t you put the necklace around my wife’s neck? Her beauty would be multiplied ten times with your gift if you put it on her yourself.”
Vidya gave me a quick angry look. Don’t overdo it, she sternly told me with her eyes.
Needing no second invitation, Gaurav got up and stood behind Vidya. Fumbling, he unclasped the necklace and lowered the pendant on to her cleavage. His hands were now resting on top of her shoulders as he adjusted the locket. Was it my imagination or did he gently caress the top of her breasts? I heard Vidya give a small sigh. Gaurav then adjusted the end of the locket and went behind her neck to fasten the clip. I could see a noticeable bulge now in his trousers, and he was now pressing his hardness against my wife’s ass cheeks. My own cock twitched at the erotic scene being played out in front of me. It was almost as if I wasn’t there, and Vidya and Gaurav were playing a sexual game of cat and mouse that would ultimately lead them both to my marital bedroom.