Indian wife is dominated by guard and construction foreman

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Then he grabbed the hem of the shirt she was wearing with both hands, and pulled it up slightly, exposing her white bra, resting the top just above her cups. Balachandra grabbed the bottoms of both of her bra cups, and yanked up. Vidya’s large milky breasts fell out of the cups, and bobbled free.

“Oh, bahu. How I have missed these.” He moaned, as he groped my wife’s bare breasts.

“Oh Balachandraji. I have missed you.”

He leaned down and licked her dark wide areolas, and sucked on her fat nipples. I could see Vidya’s nipples become long and erect as Balachandra licked, sucked, and bit them.

“Ok, bahu. Tell me.” Finally they stopped for a moment, and Balachandra returned to his question. “Why did you want me to get rid of Wasim, and that too — immediately?”

“Balachandraji.” My wife kept her gaze bashfully down. “That man was so disrespectful. He would often make lewd comments about me. He would make them to his friends and he would think I couldn’t hear. And then … one day … he had the audacity to pinch my buttock, Balachandraji.”

I realized my wife was an expert liar. Balachandra seemed to have bought this damsel in distress tale hook, line and sinker.

“So did you tell your husband?” He asked.

“Er …” Vidya made another face. “You know my husband, Balachandraji. For this, I need a real man. So I called you.”

“How did he pinch your buttock, bahu?”

“Well, you know one day, I was at the gate, fumbling in my purse for the fob key. Wasim said no problem, I could go in, and he opened the gate. As I passed by him, he pinched my butt. And in full view of the other guards!”

“So what did you do next?”

“I could do nothing, Balachandraji. The other guards were looking, and wondering what I was going to do. I didn’t feel safe, and it was that time of the afternoon when people were asleep. So I rushed home.”

“And then you told your husband?”

“No, Balachandraji. I knew he would try to deal with it and he will deal with it badly. So I called you, immediately.”

So my wife had called Balachandra the day Wasim had whipped her ass with his belt. And Balachandra, rising to the occasion, had the guard immediately dismissed and exiled from the community. This explained why those other guards, fearing for their own jobs, had suddenly kept to themselves and behaved respectfully with me. And why the construction crew were also keeping their distance. And Feroz. They were all suddenly afraid of Vidya.

“It was my duty to help you, bahu.” Balachandra beamed at my wife. “Especially such a good, and sexy, bahu.”

“And now this bahu will reward you, Balachandraji. I am all yours.”

I noticed now, with Vidya’s shirt pulled way up, that she was wearing a pink panty. Balachandra now reached down and forcefully tugged down on her panty, until it was bunched around her knees. Vidya’s thick bushy pubic hair was exposed. I could hear her give a soft moan.

I realized at that moment that my study was the closest to the street on the second floor. The blinds were all completely open, and if someone was in the neighbouring house, they could peer and see my wife’s exposed breasts, butt, and pussy — all in front of a man who was not her husband.

Vidya stood still, and expectant, for a moment as Balachandra unzipped his pants, and tugged them and his underwear down to his ankles. His cock was long, but hanging down. He then turned to my wife.

“You know what to do, bahu.”

“Yes, Balachandraji. I love this cock, I have missed it.”

Vidya reached down with her right hand, and began stroking Balachandra’s cock. Balachandra in turn reached down and rubbed Vidya’s pussy mound over her bush. In no time, Balachandra was fully erect, sticking straight out. He slid his middle finger into Vidya’s pussy, and began to finger fuck her rapidly. Vidya stroked his cock, her eyes half open and a content expression on her face.

“Okay, bahu,” Balachandra ordered. “Turn around.”

My wife released the cock from her hand as Balachandra slid his finger out of her. She hesitated a moment until Balachandra twirled his finger around, indicating that he wanted her to turn around. She did as ordered, and Balachandra said, “Hands on the desk.”

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