So, coming back to the present, when Vidya suggested she seduce Gaurav, I looked at her to see if she was joking, or starting another sexual game.
“What are you saying, honey?” I asked her.
“Imagine,” Vidya’s eyes lit up as she considered her plan, “You are so good at those electronics stuff; you could probably fit a few cameras discretely in this house. We could invite Gaurav to watch an IPL, or some other cricket match, here. He doesn’t even know you are trying to uncover proof against him. And once he’s here, you make some excuse and leave, and bam! I seduce him, he fucks me, and we have him by the balls!”
“But … but …” I stammered. “Another man … will be having … sex with you … honey …” I trailed off.
Vidya looked at me, and suddenly she was hugging me.
“Oh my darling! Oh my love! I was only joking! Oh sugar pie, my cream pie! Please forgive me!”
How could I remain mad at her, especially when she was covering me with kisses!
“By the way,” Vidya told me with a twinkle in her eye, “your mind says you don’t like me fucking your boss, but your soldier doesn’t think so.” She pointed at my penis and laughed.
I laughed too. As Vidya had detailed how she would have seduced Gaurav, my “soldier”, as Vidya had put it, “stood at attention”. The thought of Gaurav and Vidya was rapidly turning me on. Vidya smiled and started to stroke my shaft.
“Darling,” She said. “You have a lot on your mind, so let me be your slave fuck tonight.”
Vidya stood up, gave me a little bow, placed her hand on her hips and then continued in her best ‘little-girl’ voice, “Master! What would please you more? Would you like a blowjob, or a quickie fuck, or would you rather shove your thingy into my ass? Or do you want all three?” She licked her lips tauntingly.
Oh God I loved this woman. By the end of the night I was one drained man.
The next day I called work and told them I was sick. I used the time to visit my lawyer. We went over all the documents but in the end — his verdict was the same. Gaurav had me by the balls. All the paperwork pointed it as my fault. I then visited three members from the Board that I knew liked me personally. They all said the same thing.
“Find some proof, and then we will back you up. Without any evidence, we can’t go against the owner’s future son-in-law.”
Dejected, I headed home.
“Babydoll,” Vidya admonished me, as I was getting into bed after dinner. “You haven’t removed your clothes.”
“Oh yes.” I mumbled an apology and started to undress. Ever since Vidya had implemented the CFNM (Clothed Female Naked Male) policy (a term I didn’t even know existed until Vidya pointed it out), I had gotten used to sleeping in the nude. Yet all this work stress was driving me to distraction. Stripping off my underwear, I slipped into the covers in the buff and snuggled against Vidya, burying my face into her ample bosom.
After sometime, we began to make out. I moved into position and started to finger Vidya. To my astonishment, I noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties, and she was dripping like a faucet. Vidya wrapped her hands around my dick and started to tug at it. We were soon locked in a passionate embrace as I rubbed against her.