Adultery Indian Social Worker and the Bully by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Hmmm...nice expensive imported booze."

He picked up a bottle of cognac and took a big swig from it. I stood tentatively for a few seconds looking at him, then walked towards the couch.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting dressed." I said.

"Did I say you could get dressed?" he asked in a menacing voice.

"No." I whispered in fear.

"Come here."

As I walked towards him with uncertain steps, he snapped a few more pictures with his phone between swigs of my expensive brandy. He was drinking that refined flavorful liquid like it was country hooch.

"Have some." he pushed the bottle towards me.

"No thanks, I'm fine."

"You stupid whore, do you like getting hurt? When will you realize that what I say to you are commands, not requests. Why don't you save yourself pain by just complying?"

I sighed, took the bottle and had a small sip.

"Big sips. Biiig sips, that's it." he said while taking pictures of me naked with the bottled tipped at my mouth. "I don't know why you're being so coy about it. When I grabbed you outside, you were clearly drunk. So it's not like you're some nun or sadhvi. I know you get drunk and whore around every night."

"Not every night." I protested.

"Haha, so you admit that you whore around?" he laughed maniacally about catching me in a verbal corner.

My throat burned with the chugs of the cognac. It was my husband Anup's. He was the one with the interest in brown liquors. I was more into wine and sweet cocktails. So the swigs of the strong booze started making me feel warm and also a little tipsy right away.

"This is what I hate about you rich people who pretend to care about social work and all that. In your office, you're like a Mother Teresa, being smug and lecturing people and telling poor people nasty things. But then you come home and wear these slutty clothes and buy expensive booze and that makes you modern."

I stayed quiet. It didn't seem like he was looking for a reply anyway. He was ranting.

"Lallan spends hundred rupees on some country booze and he is an evil monster his wife should leave. Shikha memsaab spends thousands of rupees on booze and she is posh."

"Wasn't about drinking." I muttered. I had been standing there naked for a while and by now had lost an sense of self-consciousness about my nudity.

"What did you say?"

"Parvati leaving you. It wasn't about drinking. It was about the beating. You drank and you beat her up until she was badly hurt."

"So what? It was just a little playful slapping around. Besides, why single me out? All men hit their wives sometimes when the wives misbehave. I am sure your chocolate hero there has slapped you around." he pointed towards a picture of Arun and me on the mantle.

"No. Never." I defiantly said as he pushed the cognac bottle back in my hand and started opening a tequila.

"Don't lie. I'm not the security officer. You can be honest." he chuckled.

"I am serious."

"Well then he is a wimp. Has no balls. No wonder you hollered so hard while cumming twice from my fucking. You needed a real man."