They entered the bedroom, and I could see Gaurav was completely naked. He must have taken off his shirt on the way. I could see his back was just ripped with muscles and he had washboard abs. Vidya was going to enjoy him, I thought. My wife closed the door once they were both in the room. As soon as she shut the door, Gaurav pinned her against the wall.
He quickly tore off her blouse. There was no finesse — just a rip, and the blouse was on the floor in tatters. Gaurav then reached around her, and in a moment he had Vidya’s bra off. My wife was now topless and her large breasts popped into view. I could see that nipples were firm and hard. She was moaning, completely aroused.
Gaurav, for a moment, stood transfixed, gazing at her huge breasts.
“Oh Vidya, those are amazing!”
“Um … thank you, Sir.”
Next came off the sari, which Gaurav deftly opened. Vidya helped him get it off her and it lay rumpled on the floor. A tug, and the strings of her petticoat sprung open, and with a phoosh it too fell to her ankles. Save for the thin string-like thong, and the mangalsutra, Vidya was now completely naked.
“Sir, shall I take off the mangalsutra?” Vida helpfully asked, raising her hands to unclasp the holy necklace.
“No! Leave it there.” Gaurav ordered. “It will remind me that while your husband is attending to my problems in the office, I am attending to his wife at his home!”
They both laughed. It was becoming a pattern now. Gaurav would taunt me, and Vidya would join in, often adding to the insult. She now remained standing in front of him, nude, dressed in only a thong, like a slave girl at a slave market ready to be inspected by her master, from tales of yore. Gaurav was breathing heavily and had a semi-glazed look of pure lust on his face.
He picked up my wife and carried her in his arms to the bed. Plonking her down on the bed, he pulled off her thong, climbed in beside her and the two locked in a passionate embrace. He kissed Vidya on her mouth, on her eyes, on her hair and moved down to her neck. I knew Vidya loved having her neck bitten and I could already see her toes curl. Gaurav tweaked her nipples with his hands, and then bent down further and sucked it gently into his mouth.
Vidya spread her legs to allow him to position his penis. Gaurav got on top of her, and positioned his thick bulbous cock over her labia and rubbed the head on the opening of her cunt for some time. Vidya was pushing up her cunt hoping that Gaurav would enter her, but he kept teasing her, touching the tip of his cock to her labia and then withdrawing.
Finally Vidya could take it no more.
“Gauravji, please, I want you to enter me now, please,” She wailed.
Gaurav laughed.
“Say it more nicely, Vidya. Say that you want your husband’s boss to fuck you.”
“Yes, Sir, please. You are my husband’s boss and I am his slut wife. I want you to fuck me, sir. I am a slut. I am another man’s wife yet I want my husband’s boss to fuck me.”
It was surreal listening and watching as my wife begged for another man to fuck her.