01-05-2019, 08:18 PM
The days progressed as did the road work. Jamal's attitude towards me kept changing as the third and final week of the work rolled along. I think the experience taught him something about himself too. He had taken great pleasure in starting off our dalliance by just blackmailing me into sex to stripping me of my dignity to finally breaking me completely. But now that his perverted conquest for complete, he seemed to miss the challenge as well.*
He was the one who had felt resentful of me enjoying myself even in the humiliation. But now that my emotional spine had been snapped, he seemed to lose interest. Soon the frequent wardrobe changes stopped. He started coming over less often and focusing more on the work. The trash talk and the insults also lessened. There was no more sodomy or torture.*
I don't think the monster was capable of guilt or remorse. But he certainly did seemed to be feeling a sense of monotony in the proceedings.
One evening, I was watering the plants when Vinay came home early by his standards. Jamal's recent lassitude meant that I was now dressed in just jeans and a t-shirt without seeking his approval. He was standing across our gate writing something in a notebook when Vinay's car pulled up. My husband walked towards the gate looking up and down the road.
"Wow, I was pretty skeptical but the road really looks a lot better now." he said standing by the gate.
"I suppose." I said.
"Hello, Mr. Jamal?" Vinay waved him over.
"Yes, sir?" he walked over.
"You guys have done a great job. The road looks good." Vinay said shaking his hand.
"Thank you, sir." Jamal sounded genuinely flattered. "To be honest, it's mainly because of the hardworking laborers. They don't tire and they do their work very diligently."
"Really good." Vinay said and reached for his wallet. He handed Jamal some money. "Please give this to the guys as a baksheesh."
"That's very kind of you, sir."
"By the way....you are the contractor, right?"
"Yes."
"We have this back wall that is just a complete mess. I am impressed with the work you've done here. Would you be interested in repairing it?"
My heart sank. I knew the wall he was talking about. It did need work because a lot of the portions of it had worn off. There was a barbed wire fence on top for safety. But it looked really ugly. Vinay had his heart set on renovating the house and selling it for a good profit before we left. And I knew the work would eventually need to be done. I had no idea he would offer it to Jamal though, and continue my ordeal even further.
Jamal smiled and glanced at me. He saw the expression on my face. Then his smile vanished.
You could've knocked me down with a feather when he said,
"That's a very kind offer, sir. But my schedule is completely packed for the next few months."
"Oh, I see." Vinay said.
"But I will be happy to recommend someone."
"Sure sure." Vinay said. "Again, great job."
That evening was the first time I felt any real positive emotion in a long time. Jamal had been handed the opportunity on a platter to continue his presence in my life. In fact it was one step up, since this work would be on our property. And yet, he had turned it down. Was his schedule really busy? Was he just bored of me? Or did the wan expression on my face make him change his mind?*
The next morning, Jamal came around at his usual time. I was in my underwear and robe, ready for the usual routine. I knew he always liked to start the day in the kitchen so I went there. He was quiet this time.
Instead of pushing me over or against some surface and sticking his dick in me, he walked to the window and just stood there. The Bangalis were there, just watering the road. Looking at the house every few seconds. Hoping to catch a glimpse of me. The wife who happily fucked their boss as soon as her husband left for work. Jamal watched them work for a couple of minutes as I just stood there.
"Come here." he said.
He made me stand in front of the window and bend over. He flipped up my robe and pushed down my panties. His hand went inside the front of the robe and squeezed my boobs. Soon the fucking started. I stared at the men. They stared back at me, knowing from my motions that I was being fucked hard by their boss.
"Very hardworking guys." Jamal said between grunts.
"Hmmm." I replied.
"Your husband tipped them generously."
"Yes."
"You like them don't you?" he asked.
"I don't know them." I said.
"But you like how they look at you. Get excited. Rub their lungis."
I didn't say anything. Just grunted involuntarily with the thrusts in my cunt.
"Today is their last day on this job. In fact it's their last day in this town. Tomorrow they will be going to Gwalior to start work on a building site there."
"Okay." I didn't understand why Jamal was suddenly talking about mundane things.
He suddenly started thrusting into me harder and deposited his cum inside me. The men were watching. They knew what had happened when my chest stopped heaving.
"Would you also like to tip them for their hard work? Give them a bonus?" he asked zipping his pants.
"I'll have to go to the ATM." I said. "I am almost out of cash."
"That's not what I am talking about."
A couple of hours later. It was lunch break for the men. Even now, Jamal didn't want the men slacking off in work hours. It had to wait till the lunch break.
I stepped out of the house with a tea tray feeling very conscious. Thankfully, Sarita and her family were out of town. I walked to the gate opened it and stepped onto the newly paved road. For the first time in over a week, a sense of excitement, a sense of adventure returned to my mind. And an eager tingling returned to my lions. And the humiliation I was feeling seemed delicious, not soul-shattering.*
As per Jamal's instructions, I was dressed in a way that would be considered risque not only in that cowbelt small town but even in the most liberal of European capitals. I had on a tight tank top without a bra on. The top ended a couple of inches below my tits My nipples, already erect for excitement were poking against the fabric visibly. Below the waist, I was wearing a skirt so short that I had only bought it to wear at home to entice Vinay in the early years of our marriage. It ended literally at the groin, and in the back, the bottom of my ass-cheeks were visible. Underneath, I was wearing a thong. And in my feet, my tallest high heels. I was also wearing my darkest lip stick and mascara.
As I walked towards the men eating their lunch sitting on the footpath with Jamal, I saw their eyes grow really big. They had seen me in various states of undress, seen me in my underwear, but they had never me dressed in such an aggressively revealing and provocative manner. The high heels made my hips sway naturally and I found myself exaggerating the sway on my own. Jamal smiled as he saw the men squirm and rub the fronts of their lungis. He also smiled at my discomfort and seemed to be glad to see that my expression wasn't the morose one I had been wearing for the last several days, but one that actually showed some emotion. I was displaying shame, the good kind.
"Tea?" I said, bending down with the tray.
He was the one who had felt resentful of me enjoying myself even in the humiliation. But now that my emotional spine had been snapped, he seemed to lose interest. Soon the frequent wardrobe changes stopped. He started coming over less often and focusing more on the work. The trash talk and the insults also lessened. There was no more sodomy or torture.*
I don't think the monster was capable of guilt or remorse. But he certainly did seemed to be feeling a sense of monotony in the proceedings.
One evening, I was watering the plants when Vinay came home early by his standards. Jamal's recent lassitude meant that I was now dressed in just jeans and a t-shirt without seeking his approval. He was standing across our gate writing something in a notebook when Vinay's car pulled up. My husband walked towards the gate looking up and down the road.
"Wow, I was pretty skeptical but the road really looks a lot better now." he said standing by the gate.
"I suppose." I said.
"Hello, Mr. Jamal?" Vinay waved him over.
"Yes, sir?" he walked over.
"You guys have done a great job. The road looks good." Vinay said shaking his hand.
"Thank you, sir." Jamal sounded genuinely flattered. "To be honest, it's mainly because of the hardworking laborers. They don't tire and they do their work very diligently."
"Really good." Vinay said and reached for his wallet. He handed Jamal some money. "Please give this to the guys as a baksheesh."
"That's very kind of you, sir."
"By the way....you are the contractor, right?"
"Yes."
"We have this back wall that is just a complete mess. I am impressed with the work you've done here. Would you be interested in repairing it?"
My heart sank. I knew the wall he was talking about. It did need work because a lot of the portions of it had worn off. There was a barbed wire fence on top for safety. But it looked really ugly. Vinay had his heart set on renovating the house and selling it for a good profit before we left. And I knew the work would eventually need to be done. I had no idea he would offer it to Jamal though, and continue my ordeal even further.
Jamal smiled and glanced at me. He saw the expression on my face. Then his smile vanished.
You could've knocked me down with a feather when he said,
"That's a very kind offer, sir. But my schedule is completely packed for the next few months."
"Oh, I see." Vinay said.
"But I will be happy to recommend someone."
"Sure sure." Vinay said. "Again, great job."
That evening was the first time I felt any real positive emotion in a long time. Jamal had been handed the opportunity on a platter to continue his presence in my life. In fact it was one step up, since this work would be on our property. And yet, he had turned it down. Was his schedule really busy? Was he just bored of me? Or did the wan expression on my face make him change his mind?*
The next morning, Jamal came around at his usual time. I was in my underwear and robe, ready for the usual routine. I knew he always liked to start the day in the kitchen so I went there. He was quiet this time.
Instead of pushing me over or against some surface and sticking his dick in me, he walked to the window and just stood there. The Bangalis were there, just watering the road. Looking at the house every few seconds. Hoping to catch a glimpse of me. The wife who happily fucked their boss as soon as her husband left for work. Jamal watched them work for a couple of minutes as I just stood there.
"Come here." he said.
He made me stand in front of the window and bend over. He flipped up my robe and pushed down my panties. His hand went inside the front of the robe and squeezed my boobs. Soon the fucking started. I stared at the men. They stared back at me, knowing from my motions that I was being fucked hard by their boss.
"Very hardworking guys." Jamal said between grunts.
"Hmmm." I replied.
"Your husband tipped them generously."
"Yes."
"You like them don't you?" he asked.
"I don't know them." I said.
"But you like how they look at you. Get excited. Rub their lungis."
I didn't say anything. Just grunted involuntarily with the thrusts in my cunt.
"Today is their last day on this job. In fact it's their last day in this town. Tomorrow they will be going to Gwalior to start work on a building site there."
"Okay." I didn't understand why Jamal was suddenly talking about mundane things.
He suddenly started thrusting into me harder and deposited his cum inside me. The men were watching. They knew what had happened when my chest stopped heaving.
"Would you also like to tip them for their hard work? Give them a bonus?" he asked zipping his pants.
"I'll have to go to the ATM." I said. "I am almost out of cash."
"That's not what I am talking about."
A couple of hours later. It was lunch break for the men. Even now, Jamal didn't want the men slacking off in work hours. It had to wait till the lunch break.
I stepped out of the house with a tea tray feeling very conscious. Thankfully, Sarita and her family were out of town. I walked to the gate opened it and stepped onto the newly paved road. For the first time in over a week, a sense of excitement, a sense of adventure returned to my mind. And an eager tingling returned to my lions. And the humiliation I was feeling seemed delicious, not soul-shattering.*
As per Jamal's instructions, I was dressed in a way that would be considered risque not only in that cowbelt small town but even in the most liberal of European capitals. I had on a tight tank top without a bra on. The top ended a couple of inches below my tits My nipples, already erect for excitement were poking against the fabric visibly. Below the waist, I was wearing a skirt so short that I had only bought it to wear at home to entice Vinay in the early years of our marriage. It ended literally at the groin, and in the back, the bottom of my ass-cheeks were visible. Underneath, I was wearing a thong. And in my feet, my tallest high heels. I was also wearing my darkest lip stick and mascara.
As I walked towards the men eating their lunch sitting on the footpath with Jamal, I saw their eyes grow really big. They had seen me in various states of undress, seen me in my underwear, but they had never me dressed in such an aggressively revealing and provocative manner. The high heels made my hips sway naturally and I found myself exaggerating the sway on my own. Jamal smiled as he saw the men squirm and rub the fronts of their lungis. He also smiled at my discomfort and seemed to be glad to see that my expression wasn't the morose one I had been wearing for the last several days, but one that actually showed some emotion. I was displaying shame, the good kind.
"Tea?" I said, bending down with the tray.
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