“He can claim I was a one-time fuck.” Vidya explained. “He can tell his fiancée he just strayed once, with me, and ask for forgiveness. I know if you fucked me like he fucked me, I could forgive you having a one night fling.”
“I see.” I cringed as she relived the feeling of having a monster in her cunt.
“No!” Vidya decided. “I will fuck him tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after. I will wear different clothes so we can show it’s more than one time that he had sex with me. And I will make him admit that you were nothing more than a mere obedient servant in his Korean deals and he took kickbacks.”
The next morning, true to his word, Gaurav put me on an urgent project in another part of the country. With a sinking feeling, I realized I would have to stay there for the next 4-5 days. I flew out straight from the office, using the company helicopter. The project kept me busy till evening every day, so I could hardly check through my iPad what was going on in the house. All day at work my mind was on what Gaurav was doing to my wife, which kept me hard.
As I had feared, Gaurav spent the work week (five days) at my house while I was away. During this whole period, he had my wife serving him at his beck and call. At night when I was in my hotel room, I would log in and replay the scenes, or see a live view as they shamelessly fucked like rabbits on our marriage bed. Gaurav had made my house (and my wife) completely his.
Vidya and my boss were like a newly married couple. She would wake him up every morning with a blowjob. Gaurav seemed besotted with her. He had ordered Vidya to remain completely naked around the house while he was there. My wife would carry out her daily tasks, in the buff, completely uninhibited, shamelessly flaunting her gyrating buttocks or her big, pendulous breasts at my boss while he sported a permanent hard on. He was always hugging or kissing her, or having a quick fuck. Gaurav continuously would make fun of me and Vidya would join in the laughter. Whenever she would pass him by, he would grab her and would always be groping and squeezing her tits and ass, and having her play with his cock and balls.
Several times he would pin her down on the floor, face down, get on top of her and fuck her in the ass. I could hear Vidya scream, “No, Sir! My asshole! Please be gentle, Gauravji!” He paid her no heed, pumping furiously into her buttocks and dumping cum all over her back.
Gaurav seemed to have a particular fascination with her ass. He would fuck her doggy style, or spank her behind with frenzy. During the third day he put Vidya over his knees and punished her like a naughty school girl.
I would lie awake in my hotel room listening to Gaurav and my wife having the time of their lives. She moaned and groaned and grunted and sighed and screamed in pleasure, time after time after time. It seemed there was no room in the house they did not have sex in.
Gaurav had to reluctantly leave the next Saturday, since I was returning from out of town. Vidya put on clothes for the first time in a week and greeted me in the airport with a kiss. She asked me if I had seen her and Gaurav through the iPad’s camera app. I replied I had. We rushed home and had a wild fuck session.