Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I drove home feeling more satisfied than I had felt in months. Vinay was usually good with his fingers and even with his tongue. But lately, sex between us had been very bare bones. So this was the first time I had been satisfied by a man. I was also surprised at how much I was enjoying the "sport" of blowjobs by the time the third dick entered my mouth. It almost seemed like a challenge, to make that dick spurt as soon as possible.


At home, I kept battling guilt. I brushed my teeth and used almost half the bottle of mouthwash to wash away any trace of semen. And yet that night when Vinay came home and kissed me, I was terrified that he would smell cum and confront me.

As the days passed, one fear of mine proved unfounded. Now that they had gotten me to suck their dicks with such little effort and also seen how I was enjoying it for the most part, I expected my life to be turned upside down. I thought the men would start dropping by, have their way with me, neighbors would find out, then Vinay would find out, and then all hell would break loose. None of that happened.

The men kept their distance. They would still whistle and stare when I walked or drove by. And there would occasionally be a one of them lounging outside my house. But they seemed to be respecting my general constraints of being a married woman. Every time I went anywhere alone, I expected one of the nukkad guys to spring out and take me to a dark room. But nothing of the sort happened.

Not all was hunky-dory though. It was clear that rumors of my dalliances had spread at least a little. Every time I went to the mandi, some of the sellers would have meaningful smiles, although they didn't say anything to me. Sometimes one of them would say something to another seller about the potato storage room. I would blush and they would smile. So among that class, stories about my encounter that day seemed to have spread.

Even in our colony, I started noticing a lot of suppressed smiles and judgmental frowns from neighbors when they passed by. Even when I went to a restaurant or the mall, I felt that I was getting a lot of knowing glances. This was an incredibly tiny town where everyone knew everyone. And everyone loved gossiping. I was just wondering how long it would be before Vinay heard something.

I had now started feeling comfortable enough with the nukkad guys' sense of discretion and honor to walk past them. Clearly, there was an unsaid agreement. They respected my familial constraints and my position in society. Once in a while when I walked by, one of them would walk alongside and proposition me.

"Memsaab, want to have some fun? We can go to the woods again."

or

"Memsaab, I can't wait to play with your tits."

or

"Memsaab, I still dream of how your tongue played with my dick."

I would ignore them or blush and shake my head. Apart from persisting with those proposition, they didn't take any further steps. In the initial days, there was a bit of disappointment from my side. I was sex-starved so a part of me was hoping for more such adventures. But that part was being overruled by the sensible, rational, faithful side. I started feeling relieved that the whole chapter seemed to be behind us.

I also started getting a lot of coding work from my ex-employer. So my mind wasn't really empty enough to be a devil's workshop. I would get up, make lunch for Vinay to take to work, then get ready, and start coding. Other than breaks for food and an occasional yoga work-out at home, I would be busy coding until Vinay returned. Things seemed to have attained a normal, almost mundane equilibrium.

I had no idea how drastically things were about to change.

One Saturday....a rare Saturday when Vinay had the day off.....we got a visit from a painter named Bajwa. Painter as in, house and walls, not Van Gogh. This house that we were living in was an old one. We had bought it as is for a cheap price, but it needed a lot of work. We had enough savings to pay for the house outright. Vinay's financial minded plan was to renovate the house, and then sell it for a profit when we moved back to Bombay.

One thing the house really needed was a new coat of paint. The walls looked like they hadn't been painted since the 80s. After asking around, Vinay learned that this Bajwa fellow was the best of the lot. He was in his 50s, short and pudgy, with a very innocent earnest face and a mild manner. That Saturday, Vinay and I escorted him throughout the house as he looked at the walls and did calculations. We then went to his store and picked out the colors to have our house repainted.

Bajwa gave us the final estimate and said the whole thing would take about a week with two painters working with him. Vinay was delighted at the estimate because it was way cheaper than he had expected. He marveled again at how much cheaper everything was in this town compared to Bombay.

"If you want, you can go to Bombay for a week while they repaint the house. I'll be at work, but you'll have to deal with the smell of fresh paint." Vinay generously said.

"No honey, it's okay. I have a lot of coding work lined up. If I go to Bombay, most of the time will be spent meeting friends and relatives."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

I rewind to this conversation often. Because I keep thinking how differently things would have turned out if I had followed Vinay's suggestion.

The next day, Vinay left for work early as usual. It was an unusually hot day so I was wearing a skirt. At home, I always dressed for comfort. In my interactions with Bajwa, I had noticed how he was one of the few non-creepy guys in this town. He did not steal glances at my chest or my butt. Very decent, very professional. So I did not hesitate wearing a skirt in front of him. At 10 am, I got an SMS from Bajwa saying he was almost here. I went outside the door and stood at the gate to receive him.

A small tempo pulled up in front of the gate with Bajwa's smiling face in the passenger seat window. I smiled back and opened the gate.

"Good morning, memsaab." he said, unloading his pudgy self from the seat.

"Good morning, Bajwaji." I said, smiling.

But that smile disappeared when I saw who got down from the other side of the tempo. It was two of nukkad guys. I knew them well by sight. Neither of them had been with me in the woods or in the mandi. But from the leery smiles on their faces as they followed Bajwa, it was obvious that they knew everything.

"Umm....these guys...." I said, trying to stay calm.

"These are the two guys who will be working with me." Bajwa said, walking past me.

I ran after him, not wanting to be left alone with the two louts. But they followed us in.

As Bajwa talked about the schedule for the week, I studied his face. Did he know? It did not seem so. I am sure most of the town was talking about me, but I detected nothing sinister in Bajwa's demeanor. I followed him around as the two smiling nukkad guys walked behind us, listening to his instructions about the job.

"Memsaab, you can get on with your work." Bajwa said. "We'll just be mixing the paints in the verandah first. If I need anything, I will call you."

"Okay, Bajwaji." I said and turned to leave. As I did, I saw one of the guys snicker a little and wink at me.

I walked away feeling a huge sense of panic. What were these thugs doing here? Even if it had been one of the guys from earlier, I would have felt okay. They seemed to stay within their limits. But these two just seemed more obnoxious. Even earlier when I would walk past the nukkad, these were two of the most foul-mouthed ones. And now they would be in my house for an entire week? I hoped the decent Bajwa's presence would deter them from trying anything.

I went to the bedroom and started working on the latest coding job. But I was too distracted to do any real work. Too many errors were creeping up. I could hear the two men and Bajwa moving around the house and in the verandah. Half an hour passed and nothing untoward happened. I felt thirsty to I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

As I opened the fridge and took out a bottle of cold water, I heard some footsteps. I turned around. It was one of the nukkad guys.

"Namaste, memsaab. Looking delicious today!" he said, staring at my chest.