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Chapter 101
With that Samina got up and simply walked out of the room, leaving me moaning, panting, and cupping my balls, as I tried to nurse them into normalcy. Fortunately ballbusting was not something Samina enjoyed doing often, but I had several sessions a year. I will only share the more memorable ones, ones that I think the audience will enjoy hearing about. And one of them, was....well... lets just say it was shocking to say the least, and it took place just about a year later!
After that one ballbusting session we went into a hiatus of sorts. Well actually it life that forced us into one. Firstly I had to travel a fair bit for business. Samina made another trip to Pakistan, and then on her return started to supervise some additions and improvements to our home. The basement was incomplete when we had bought the place and Samina wanted to have that completed along with getting the kitchen and bathrooms updated. So that occupied her completely. And sorry to report, she did not get it on with the workers. All she wanted them to do, was a great job on our house, nothing else! Well all the work was done to her total satisfaction by the time I returned.
The holiday season was upon us and as usual there were parties galore. First one at Samina's company, then several others, and finally one at my company. At that party, Samina, and I shared a table with Bernie and his wife, Babs. It had to be the lowest status table in the whole banquet hall. We were in a dark corner, across the room from the executive table, right by an exit. Samina and I sat facing the wall. Bernie and Babs at least were facing the room and could see what was going on. About the only good thing about the table was that we were so far away from the band that we could actually hold a conversation.
"Don't count on that Senior Directors job," Bernie was saying. "Vikas has it locked up."
"Vikas." Samina literally spat the word out. "I hate that man." Samina had developed an instant dislike for Vikas when she had first met him a while back. I was not sure why, but he really seemed to push all the wrong buttons with Samina. Which was fine with me, if she had liked him, well who knows how far she would have let her liking take her, and I did not relish the thought of a work colleague, a rival at that, knowing about my status in our marriage!
I nudged her with my leg and caught her eye in a silent warning. I was afraid she would make an indiscreet comment. Earlier when we found out our seating assignments, I had warned her that Bernie was solidly in Vikas's camp. Anything we said that was out of line would be reported to senior management. One mistake and any chance I had for the promotion would be gone
"Oh, Vikas's not so bad," Babs said. "He got Bernie a nice raise last year." He should have, I thought. Bernie had taken the heat for Vikas's screw up on a huge job -- a job I should have had, and could have done right.
Bernie smiled at Babs remark. "Robert and Vikas are old rivals, Honey. Whoever gets the Senior Directors job will be able to push our technology to a new level. And get a nice promotion."
That was the problem -- technology. Vikas was a politician. All he wanted was the promotion. He couldn't design, and his management style sucked. If he got the job, there wouldn't be any new technology, just a mess! I was actually worried about that. Now, a word on Vikas, he is a real chameleon, able to change colors depending on the company he was in. He had a real gift for making the bosses feel important, acting subservient, and agreeing with everything, without looking obsequeious or unctuous. In fact looking intelligent doing it. He used that fact that he was of Indian descent, to his advantage, playing on the stereotype that was generally associated with Indians i.e that they must be good with technology. Vikas read just enough to know a few buzz words, which he dropped judiciously in any conversation with the big bosses to make it appear that he really knew his stuff. He was lucky that the big bosses never seemed to dig deeper. With his subordinates he was the hard assed boss, who had them do everything, only to take credit for every success and pass on every failure as their fault. The bosses loved him, the subordinates hated him. And he had made his way up the corporate ladder that way.
Those of us who were his colleagues, at the same level as him, knew him to be a total moron technologically speaking, he knew little. The thought of having him as my boss, really gave me the creeps. Besides he and I had this rivalry going in the company for a while now. But I had enjoyed my successes based on hard work, and making sure that the right people on my team got the credit, and taking their failures my own. The result was that my bosses felt I was not as brilliant as Vikas, even when my team loved me.
The light darkened even more as someone approached the table. It was Vikas. "Merry Christmas, Bernie," he said as he shook Bernie's hand. "Babs, how nice to see you again." But instead of shaking her hand, he brought it up to his lips.
I would have felt corny doing something like that, but Vikas could get away with it. He was a tall Indian man that kept in good shape. And he was so immaculately dressed in an expensive suit that he looked like an exec. Probably that was why he was sitting near them. That was not a good sign! I wondered if the execs had already decided to promote him and the seating near them was just an unofficial signal.
But I wasn't fooled, when he bent over Babs' hand, I saw him checking out her cleavage. “Omer" he said as he extended his hand. "Having a good time, I hope."
I smiled as we shook. "Yeah, good party.” “I am so glad you brought along Samina!” Vikas smiled at my wife, not bothering to hide looking her over.
I had to smile back at him and nod appreciatively at his backhanded politeness. That was the thing. You had to be polite, even in the lower levels of management. And especially when your rival is kissing your wife's hand and making it obvious that he is looking down her dress.
"A pleasure," he said to Samina then looked over to Babs. "Bernie, you have to let me dance with Babs."
After he led her away, Samina leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Did you see the way he looked at me. I wondered for a moment if I was naked."
"He's just trying to get me mad so I'll do something stupid."
Samina looked at me with an amused smile then nudged me then and nodded over to Bernie. He was oblivious to us. Instead he stared rather anxiously at the dance floor. Well, I thought, I'd be worried too if Vikas had my wife.
A few minutes later Bernie's smile signaled the return of Vikas and Babs. "Omer," Vikas said, "I would love a dance with Samina too."
"Sure, just remember where you got her." I said softly. The fact was there was not much I could do to stop him. It was normal at these parties for men to dance with the wives or husbands of other employees. My turn to worry. But fortunately, Bernie took Babs for a dance too, leaving me all alone so I was able to turn around and watch without, I hoped, looking like a nervous husband. I had a distinctly uncomfortable feeling. The moment Vikas had walked over and kissed Samina's hand, I had seen a fleeting look in her eyes. One which I did not like. Her intense dislike of Vikas seemed to have been vanishing!
However, I should have stayed facing the wall. It was a slow dance and Vikas kept Samina at the edge of the floor where I could see them. He did it deliberately too because I saw him glance over at me, and when he saw me watching, he tried to pull her close. I swear I thought I saw him wink at me! The bastard.
At first Samina resisted but as he turned her, she too saw me watching. That was my big mistake because teasing me is Samina's favorite game. She let him pull her close, and on the next turn Vikas smirked at me as his hand drifted down onto Samina's ass. She lifted his hand back up to her waist, but she was still smiling when he turned her enough so that she could again look at me. After that, the two of them really got into the game, taking turns watching me and getting increasing bold with every turn. On the next turn, Vikas watched me as he put his hand back on her ass. Samina left it there which encouraged Vikas to get even bolder. He moved her around so they were dancing in a half open position, with one boob against his chest and the other out a little way from him. Since they were dancing almost side by side, they both watched me on the next turn as Vikas put his paw on her breast.
When Samina starts a game, she plays hard. For the rest of the dance, she let Vikas openly fondle her boob and rub her ass while they both laughed at me. I didn't know what to think. It was humiliating, to say the least!. Yet it was exciting too! The only thing that saved us from a major scandal at the company, was that Vikas seemed to have enough sense to only make his moves on the part of the turns where I was the only one who could see. Nonetheless, I was relieved when the dance ended and they returned to the table. Eventually someone had to notice.
"I'll get the next round," Vikas announced as he seated Samina. "What's everyone drinking?" However, Bernie and Babs excused themselves, saying that it was late and that they had to get the baby-sitter home.
So after Vikas left to fetch the drinks, Samina and I were left sitting alone. Samina slipped her hand under the table and felt my crotch. She laughed at my discomfort, “well sweetie, I think these must have recovered by now!”
"Damn, Samina," I said. "How do you expect me to compete with a man that's had his hands all over my wife?"
She gave me a quick kiss. "Relax. We've done more than this with friends. Just think about how much fun you'll have later!”
I wondered what she meant by that. Asking her would have been pointless, as she would just have told me to be patient and watch. Besides, Vikas had returned with our drinks.
"Here we go." Vikas's return interrupted our conversation. He sat the drinks down and pulled Bernie's chair around so he could sit next to Samina. Immediately one arm went around her, and as he leaned forward to speak to me, he used his free hand to start fondling her breast again. "So Omer, nice wife you have. I really like these boobs." The cheeky bastard!
And Samina didn't make it any easier -- under the table, she tightened her hand around my balls. It sent a thrill through me as I stared at his hand. It was cupped around her boob while he rubbed at her nipple with his thumb. I glanced up to see them both grinning at me, waiting to see what I would do. I had to speak up. "That's my wife you've got your hands on." I stammered, trying to get some control of the situation.
"Yes, but we all know you're not going to make a scene. Are you?"
"Well no... But take it easy. Neither of us can afford a scandal." I really hoped no one could see or hear us.
"You worry too much. Let's have some fun." He leaned Samina forward to unzip her dress and unhooked her bra. Then he sat her back and slipped the dress and bra straps over her shoulder and made her slip her arms from the sleeves. As the material fell to her lap, he pulled her face to his. They kissed while his hand roamed over the bare flesh of her boobs.
I was shocked to say the least, not only at Vikas's brazeness, but also the fact that Samina had so easily let him do it, nary a word of protest, or even a half-hearted attempt to stop him. Samina had become a brazen slut herself, and did not seem to care anymore. Damn. He had my wife half naked in public. But we were okay. I glanced quickly around the room and saw that no one was staring at us. Besides we were seated in corner or a poorly lit room. I believe the lighting is called soft lighting. And Samina's body was shielded from view by her coat dbangd over the back of her chair. But this was dangerous as hell. If anyone bothered to look they would see them kissing. And if anyone came over, we were dead.
"Damn, Vikas, you're going to get us fired." I tried to make them see reason. He broke of the kiss to look at me as he thought it over.
"Okay," he said. "Let's take her up to my room." Vikas had rented a room at the hotel for the night, no doubt quite sure that he would be scoring with someone woman at the ball. So best to be prepared.
"No way!" Playing around was one thing, but if he got her up to his room, he would fuck her for sure.
"Up to you," he said. He pushed Samina's dress, panties, and panty hose down off her hips and past her knees, then helped her extract her feet. The clothing went into my lap to deal with as he leaned her back into the seat. Except for her shoes and jewelry, Samina was completely naked and she giggled. This time as they kissed, he spread her out, putting one leg across mine and the other across his. I could see his hand snake down to her pussy and felt her stiffen as he slipped a finger into her. I was torn between fear of getting caught and fear of what would happen in his room. Fear of getting caught won out.
"Okay," I said. "You win. Let's take her to your room." I felt that no matter what I said or did, Samina and Vikas were going to end in bed, so we might as well move to his room sooner, rather than later, before someone even got a hint of what was going on.
"All right," he said. "Be a good boy and I'll let you watch me fuck her."
"No way you're not...." I started to say ,but when I looked at Samina, her head was slightly back, her mouth half open with passion. Damn, I thought, she was actually going to let him do it. What happened to all her hate and dislike of Vikas? But I would have to deal with that later. For now, I had to get her out of here. "Come on," I said. "You can have plenty of fun without fucking her. Let's get her clothes on."
Vikas overruled me. "I want her naked. We'll just put her coat on." His voice was full of a confidence that implied he knew of my status as Samina's husband. I was sure Samina had told him a few things while they were dancing, there really was no other explanation of why he was behaving so flagrently confident and cocky. He knew I really had no say in the matter. At least he had agreed to move. So while he helped Samina get her arms into the coat sleeves, I folded up her clothes. Then they stood up and walked out with their arms around each other while I tailed along behind them. The coat was too short. It barely covered her ass. And it didn't help that Vikas pulled it up a little with the arm he had around her waist. I could see several of the waiters, staring at her exposed ass cheek as we left.
With that Samina got up and simply walked out of the room, leaving me moaning, panting, and cupping my balls, as I tried to nurse them into normalcy. Fortunately ballbusting was not something Samina enjoyed doing often, but I had several sessions a year. I will only share the more memorable ones, ones that I think the audience will enjoy hearing about. And one of them, was....well... lets just say it was shocking to say the least, and it took place just about a year later!
After that one ballbusting session we went into a hiatus of sorts. Well actually it life that forced us into one. Firstly I had to travel a fair bit for business. Samina made another trip to Pakistan, and then on her return started to supervise some additions and improvements to our home. The basement was incomplete when we had bought the place and Samina wanted to have that completed along with getting the kitchen and bathrooms updated. So that occupied her completely. And sorry to report, she did not get it on with the workers. All she wanted them to do, was a great job on our house, nothing else! Well all the work was done to her total satisfaction by the time I returned.
The holiday season was upon us and as usual there were parties galore. First one at Samina's company, then several others, and finally one at my company. At that party, Samina, and I shared a table with Bernie and his wife, Babs. It had to be the lowest status table in the whole banquet hall. We were in a dark corner, across the room from the executive table, right by an exit. Samina and I sat facing the wall. Bernie and Babs at least were facing the room and could see what was going on. About the only good thing about the table was that we were so far away from the band that we could actually hold a conversation.
"Don't count on that Senior Directors job," Bernie was saying. "Vikas has it locked up."
"Vikas." Samina literally spat the word out. "I hate that man." Samina had developed an instant dislike for Vikas when she had first met him a while back. I was not sure why, but he really seemed to push all the wrong buttons with Samina. Which was fine with me, if she had liked him, well who knows how far she would have let her liking take her, and I did not relish the thought of a work colleague, a rival at that, knowing about my status in our marriage!
I nudged her with my leg and caught her eye in a silent warning. I was afraid she would make an indiscreet comment. Earlier when we found out our seating assignments, I had warned her that Bernie was solidly in Vikas's camp. Anything we said that was out of line would be reported to senior management. One mistake and any chance I had for the promotion would be gone
"Oh, Vikas's not so bad," Babs said. "He got Bernie a nice raise last year." He should have, I thought. Bernie had taken the heat for Vikas's screw up on a huge job -- a job I should have had, and could have done right.
Bernie smiled at Babs remark. "Robert and Vikas are old rivals, Honey. Whoever gets the Senior Directors job will be able to push our technology to a new level. And get a nice promotion."
That was the problem -- technology. Vikas was a politician. All he wanted was the promotion. He couldn't design, and his management style sucked. If he got the job, there wouldn't be any new technology, just a mess! I was actually worried about that. Now, a word on Vikas, he is a real chameleon, able to change colors depending on the company he was in. He had a real gift for making the bosses feel important, acting subservient, and agreeing with everything, without looking obsequeious or unctuous. In fact looking intelligent doing it. He used that fact that he was of Indian descent, to his advantage, playing on the stereotype that was generally associated with Indians i.e that they must be good with technology. Vikas read just enough to know a few buzz words, which he dropped judiciously in any conversation with the big bosses to make it appear that he really knew his stuff. He was lucky that the big bosses never seemed to dig deeper. With his subordinates he was the hard assed boss, who had them do everything, only to take credit for every success and pass on every failure as their fault. The bosses loved him, the subordinates hated him. And he had made his way up the corporate ladder that way.
Those of us who were his colleagues, at the same level as him, knew him to be a total moron technologically speaking, he knew little. The thought of having him as my boss, really gave me the creeps. Besides he and I had this rivalry going in the company for a while now. But I had enjoyed my successes based on hard work, and making sure that the right people on my team got the credit, and taking their failures my own. The result was that my bosses felt I was not as brilliant as Vikas, even when my team loved me.
The light darkened even more as someone approached the table. It was Vikas. "Merry Christmas, Bernie," he said as he shook Bernie's hand. "Babs, how nice to see you again." But instead of shaking her hand, he brought it up to his lips.
I would have felt corny doing something like that, but Vikas could get away with it. He was a tall Indian man that kept in good shape. And he was so immaculately dressed in an expensive suit that he looked like an exec. Probably that was why he was sitting near them. That was not a good sign! I wondered if the execs had already decided to promote him and the seating near them was just an unofficial signal.
But I wasn't fooled, when he bent over Babs' hand, I saw him checking out her cleavage. “Omer" he said as he extended his hand. "Having a good time, I hope."
I smiled as we shook. "Yeah, good party.” “I am so glad you brought along Samina!” Vikas smiled at my wife, not bothering to hide looking her over.
I had to smile back at him and nod appreciatively at his backhanded politeness. That was the thing. You had to be polite, even in the lower levels of management. And especially when your rival is kissing your wife's hand and making it obvious that he is looking down her dress.
"A pleasure," he said to Samina then looked over to Babs. "Bernie, you have to let me dance with Babs."
After he led her away, Samina leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Did you see the way he looked at me. I wondered for a moment if I was naked."
"He's just trying to get me mad so I'll do something stupid."
Samina looked at me with an amused smile then nudged me then and nodded over to Bernie. He was oblivious to us. Instead he stared rather anxiously at the dance floor. Well, I thought, I'd be worried too if Vikas had my wife.
A few minutes later Bernie's smile signaled the return of Vikas and Babs. "Omer," Vikas said, "I would love a dance with Samina too."
"Sure, just remember where you got her." I said softly. The fact was there was not much I could do to stop him. It was normal at these parties for men to dance with the wives or husbands of other employees. My turn to worry. But fortunately, Bernie took Babs for a dance too, leaving me all alone so I was able to turn around and watch without, I hoped, looking like a nervous husband. I had a distinctly uncomfortable feeling. The moment Vikas had walked over and kissed Samina's hand, I had seen a fleeting look in her eyes. One which I did not like. Her intense dislike of Vikas seemed to have been vanishing!
However, I should have stayed facing the wall. It was a slow dance and Vikas kept Samina at the edge of the floor where I could see them. He did it deliberately too because I saw him glance over at me, and when he saw me watching, he tried to pull her close. I swear I thought I saw him wink at me! The bastard.
At first Samina resisted but as he turned her, she too saw me watching. That was my big mistake because teasing me is Samina's favorite game. She let him pull her close, and on the next turn Vikas smirked at me as his hand drifted down onto Samina's ass. She lifted his hand back up to her waist, but she was still smiling when he turned her enough so that she could again look at me. After that, the two of them really got into the game, taking turns watching me and getting increasing bold with every turn. On the next turn, Vikas watched me as he put his hand back on her ass. Samina left it there which encouraged Vikas to get even bolder. He moved her around so they were dancing in a half open position, with one boob against his chest and the other out a little way from him. Since they were dancing almost side by side, they both watched me on the next turn as Vikas put his paw on her breast.
When Samina starts a game, she plays hard. For the rest of the dance, she let Vikas openly fondle her boob and rub her ass while they both laughed at me. I didn't know what to think. It was humiliating, to say the least!. Yet it was exciting too! The only thing that saved us from a major scandal at the company, was that Vikas seemed to have enough sense to only make his moves on the part of the turns where I was the only one who could see. Nonetheless, I was relieved when the dance ended and they returned to the table. Eventually someone had to notice.
"I'll get the next round," Vikas announced as he seated Samina. "What's everyone drinking?" However, Bernie and Babs excused themselves, saying that it was late and that they had to get the baby-sitter home.
So after Vikas left to fetch the drinks, Samina and I were left sitting alone. Samina slipped her hand under the table and felt my crotch. She laughed at my discomfort, “well sweetie, I think these must have recovered by now!”
"Damn, Samina," I said. "How do you expect me to compete with a man that's had his hands all over my wife?"
She gave me a quick kiss. "Relax. We've done more than this with friends. Just think about how much fun you'll have later!”
I wondered what she meant by that. Asking her would have been pointless, as she would just have told me to be patient and watch. Besides, Vikas had returned with our drinks.
"Here we go." Vikas's return interrupted our conversation. He sat the drinks down and pulled Bernie's chair around so he could sit next to Samina. Immediately one arm went around her, and as he leaned forward to speak to me, he used his free hand to start fondling her breast again. "So Omer, nice wife you have. I really like these boobs." The cheeky bastard!
And Samina didn't make it any easier -- under the table, she tightened her hand around my balls. It sent a thrill through me as I stared at his hand. It was cupped around her boob while he rubbed at her nipple with his thumb. I glanced up to see them both grinning at me, waiting to see what I would do. I had to speak up. "That's my wife you've got your hands on." I stammered, trying to get some control of the situation.
"Yes, but we all know you're not going to make a scene. Are you?"
"Well no... But take it easy. Neither of us can afford a scandal." I really hoped no one could see or hear us.
"You worry too much. Let's have some fun." He leaned Samina forward to unzip her dress and unhooked her bra. Then he sat her back and slipped the dress and bra straps over her shoulder and made her slip her arms from the sleeves. As the material fell to her lap, he pulled her face to his. They kissed while his hand roamed over the bare flesh of her boobs.
I was shocked to say the least, not only at Vikas's brazeness, but also the fact that Samina had so easily let him do it, nary a word of protest, or even a half-hearted attempt to stop him. Samina had become a brazen slut herself, and did not seem to care anymore. Damn. He had my wife half naked in public. But we were okay. I glanced quickly around the room and saw that no one was staring at us. Besides we were seated in corner or a poorly lit room. I believe the lighting is called soft lighting. And Samina's body was shielded from view by her coat dbangd over the back of her chair. But this was dangerous as hell. If anyone bothered to look they would see them kissing. And if anyone came over, we were dead.
"Damn, Vikas, you're going to get us fired." I tried to make them see reason. He broke of the kiss to look at me as he thought it over.
"Okay," he said. "Let's take her up to my room." Vikas had rented a room at the hotel for the night, no doubt quite sure that he would be scoring with someone woman at the ball. So best to be prepared.
"No way!" Playing around was one thing, but if he got her up to his room, he would fuck her for sure.
"Up to you," he said. He pushed Samina's dress, panties, and panty hose down off her hips and past her knees, then helped her extract her feet. The clothing went into my lap to deal with as he leaned her back into the seat. Except for her shoes and jewelry, Samina was completely naked and she giggled. This time as they kissed, he spread her out, putting one leg across mine and the other across his. I could see his hand snake down to her pussy and felt her stiffen as he slipped a finger into her. I was torn between fear of getting caught and fear of what would happen in his room. Fear of getting caught won out.
"Okay," I said. "You win. Let's take her to your room." I felt that no matter what I said or did, Samina and Vikas were going to end in bed, so we might as well move to his room sooner, rather than later, before someone even got a hint of what was going on.
"All right," he said. "Be a good boy and I'll let you watch me fuck her."
"No way you're not...." I started to say ,but when I looked at Samina, her head was slightly back, her mouth half open with passion. Damn, I thought, she was actually going to let him do it. What happened to all her hate and dislike of Vikas? But I would have to deal with that later. For now, I had to get her out of here. "Come on," I said. "You can have plenty of fun without fucking her. Let's get her clothes on."
Vikas overruled me. "I want her naked. We'll just put her coat on." His voice was full of a confidence that implied he knew of my status as Samina's husband. I was sure Samina had told him a few things while they were dancing, there really was no other explanation of why he was behaving so flagrently confident and cocky. He knew I really had no say in the matter. At least he had agreed to move. So while he helped Samina get her arms into the coat sleeves, I folded up her clothes. Then they stood up and walked out with their arms around each other while I tailed along behind them. The coat was too short. It barely covered her ass. And it didn't help that Vikas pulled it up a little with the arm he had around her waist. I could see several of the waiters, staring at her exposed ass cheek as we left.
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