“It would be best if it’s during the day.” Vidya was thinking ahead. “That way you can leave us for an hour or so — just enough time for him to fuck me once or twice. And the videos we take can be clear too — lots of light.”
I was now humping Vidya with vigour.
“Please don’t think I am doing this willingly.” Vidya declared, as I started to fuck her in earnest. “You know I would rather be faithful to you, my pet. After a long time, I will be seeing, and feeling, another big cock inside me. After a long time, another man will use me as his cum dump. You will watch helplessly while another man violates your wife. And I will have no control of how Gaurav wants to take me. He may rape my pussy or cum in my mouth, or he may decide he wants to drill my ass. I have to serve him in whatever way he wants for our plan to succeed.”
I was now this close to an orgasm. For so long I have only heard of other men copulating with my wife, now there was a good chance I was going to see it.
“However,” Vidya’s voice suddenly grew remorseful, “I only have one worry.”
I stopped pounding her. “What is it, my love?” I asked her, cupping her cheeks with my hand.
“Will you accept me as your wife, even after Gaurav dishonors me? Even after I do everything to please him, even after I commit adultery, will you take me back as your Vidya?”
I exploded in her on the next stroke, flooding her with cum, and Vidya had her answer. She kissed me and made wild passionate love to me all night.
We made our plans quickly. Almost too quickly, I later realized. It was surreal how calmly I was trying to ensure another man would sleep with my wife. The next morning at work, I invited Gaurav to come to my house on Sunday afternoon to watch a cricket game. India was playing Australia in a T20 match.
“Sir, you can please come early,” I told Gaurav, using the respectful term ‘sir’ that we Indians use to address our superiors at work. “We could do lunch and then watch the game.”
There were two dangers to this plan. One — he could invite other guys and two — he could bring his fiancée along. Both actions would, of course, ruin our plans. So I made sure of one additional detail. I told him my wife really wanted to meet my boss in person as she has heard a lot about him from me (this was true!) and no one could make chicken biryani like my wife (this was also true). And then I asked him if he has ever met my wife at any company function. While Gaurav struggled to recall my wife, I took out my smart phone to show him a picture of Vidya — “to help him recall”.
This had been Vidya’s idea — and it was a masterstroke.
The picture was one of the sexiest yet classy pictures of Vidya that we had. She was wearing a designer sari, and the pallu was shifted to one side so her bare waist is seen, along with her navel. She was looking very suggestively at the camera, and her mouth was twisted in an ‘O’ moment. In reality, just as her picture was being taken, I had pinched her fleshy buttocks, and the image snapped had her ‘surprised’ look. But here, to a pervert mind like Gaurav’s, it looked like someone had just drilled his huge fuck rod into her, or she was getting ready to orally serve the cameraman. Either way, it was a picture that while classy enough to be on my smart phone, was also sexy enough to tickle Gaurav’s fancy.