“Imagine,” Vidya murmured into my ears. “You are sitting on a chair, inside our walk-in closet. There’s a small hole, and you are watching the bed. Your marital bed.”
“Mmmm….” I ran my tongue deep inside her mouth.
I knew what closet she was talking about. Our bedroom had a huge walk-in closet. If you shut the door, you wouldn’t know it was there — it looked just like another cabinet door (or as they call it in India, an “almirah” door). Behind it, however, was a whole room where Vidya stored her bounteous wardrobe.
“Imagine,” Vidya was now stroking the back of my head as I rubbed my penis against her thighs. “You are watching me, secretly, on bed. And I am with Gaurav. I am licking his balls. I take one testicle into my mouth, gently suck on it, then I take the other, before rubbing my tongue across his scrotum.”
Vidya was now panting, sweat forming in beads on her forehead as I slowly got into position to enter her.
She continued, “You can see Gaurav’s body. He is fit, with ripped abs, and he doesn’t have the slight paunch you have. And you can see his dick, hard, turgid, the blood flowing in the veins as I kiss his manhood. And then, I lie on my back, part my legs, look at him in the eye and tell him, ‘take me, Gaurav, let me feel a real man, fuck me’. And he does!”
I slid my penis into Vidya, and slowly started to pump her.
“Imagine,” Vidya’s eyes was shut and her body writhed in spasms of pre-orgasm pleasure. “Imagine his throbbing member sliding deep into me as he nibbles at my neck, while his hands pay homage to my breasts. He’s cuckolding you, on your marital bed, and you are letting him, watching and jacking off while hiding in the closet like a sick little pervert as another man ravishes your wife.”
I was now pumping Vidya furiously. Suddenly, I felt her tap my butt.
“Honey, stop.”
“But, Vidya, I …” I was so close to coming.
“Honey, STOP!”
SPANK!
I felt a sharp smack on my butt. Immediately I stopped moving. My dick, which was burrowed into Vidya’s innermost folds, was rapidly becoming flaccid, and I lay there, panting while Vidya calmly stroked my head.
“Think, honey.” Vidya’s voice was contemplative, in between kissing my cheeks. “This could solve all our problems.”
For a second I held her gaze. She was serious, I recognized. And I want her to do it, I realized that fact as well. Not only can it get us out of the jam, I actually want her to sleep with another man. It’s an incredible turn on for me. I cast my eyes away, ashamed to meet her gaze.
“I know I can seduce him into having sex with me here.” Vidya spoke swiftly. “And you are a smart cookie, I am sure you can fit hidden cameras in the living room and in our bedroom.”
I nodded. In spite of myself, I could feel myself getting hard again.
“This is our only way out.” Vidya told me. “Nothing else will work, and you know it. I am your wife, and our family’s welfare is my concern. For the sake of our family, it is my duty to pleasure your boss, and then we can send the tape to his fiancée.”
As Vidya started to detail her plan, how she would seduce him, what she would wear to look enticing, I started to grind against her. Vidya now knew she had my blessing.