Adultery The Rickshaw Driver's Wife by spankedboy-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Smack!

She had slapped me!

It was just like old times. Smack! And then another Smack! I could feel my cheeks stinging, and I blushed deeply in the dark. Smack! Smack!

And just as suddenly, she stepped back and switched on the torch again.

"Come, lover boy, we are getting late for dinner."

A few minutes later we sat down again on the floor, on top of some mats, for dinner. It was evident that there was not much food in the house. I noticed Fateh was "setting the table", placing the dishes on the ground on the mats and bringing out the spoons. Dinner was lentils, some bread and vegetables. For me, Narges made some kebabs, the only meat on the menu.

"The kebabs are for you, Sarun." She announced. I noticed Fateh made no move for the meat. "I know you like these."

"Oh thank you, Narges." I grabbed a couple of the kebabs. "Fateh, why don't you have some as well?"

I noticed Fateh glance at Narges, who shook her head.

"No, sahib, they are for you." He smiled nervously and lied, "I don't eat meat at night."

"Here," Narges poured me more lentils. I realized by now that Narges, while commanding her husband around, never took his name, like any respectful Indian wife, instead referring to him as 'husband'.

"I am sending Husband to the market tomorrow morning for foodstuff." Narges told me. "Is there anything I should get especially for you?"

Fateh turned to his wife. "But, dear," He started hesitantly. "I ... I ... I have to work tomorrow. You know with the debt and all..."

"Husband!" Narges almost hissed at him. "Whether you go to work tomorrow is not for you to decide! My former master is here, and as long as he is here we have to take care of him completely! We have to make his stay COMPLETELY satisfactory! You are to be at sahib's beck and call from now on."

"Yes, dear." Poor Fateh's week just got harder.

"Enough food for you tonight." Narges grabbed his plate which still had half a bread on it. "Go get me some pen and paper. I want to make a list."

"Yes dear." Fateh stood up, washed his hands in the kitchen while Narges ate his bread. I felt bad for him, as he came back with some pen and paper, while I was finishing off the kebabs.

"Good thing he studied till Grade 7." Narges told me, while putting some more bread and lentils on my plate, as Fateh stood to one side like a faithful dog. "At least he can read, and is good for something."

I hunted in my shorts and found some money. I gave it to Fateh -- "for tomorrow", I told him. His eyes bulged -- this was more money than he made in a week. Immediately I noticed his attitude to the whole situation suddenly became less grumpy.

"What a lackey," I thought. "I am going spend the night with your wife on your bed, and the sight of my pocket change makes you happy."

Narges made a list, and I added some more items to it, and she gave it to Fateh.

"Sarun and I will probably not go to sleep until late at night," She informed Fateh, making my dick rise in anticipation as to "what" we would be doing until we went to sleep. "So we may wake up late tomorrow. You are to wake up early, cut the vegetables and onions so we can make our breakfast when we wake up. And then you will go to the market to get this list. Go early so you get the best stuff."

"Yes dear." Fateh promised her. "I would go very early."

"Good, now clear these dishes. Sahib," Narges giggled as she called me by what her husband called me, "Come this way and you can wash up."

Soon, I was ready for bed. I saw Fateh in the bedroom and followed him there. He was picking up a blanket from the cupboard and then his pillow.

"How will I sleep without a pillow?" I told him. "There will only be one pillow left. Surely you don't want me to share the pillow with your wife?" I asked him with a grin.

"Of course not, sahib." He croaked, dropping the pillow back on the bed that I would soon be sharing with his wife. "I will find some clothes to pack into a 'pillow' for me."

"Fateh," I instructed him as he was about to leave. "Why don't you get my overnight bag. There's a packet there. I have some gifts for your wife. Be careful not to scratch the laptop."

Dutifully Fateh took out a polythene packet from my bag.

"Why don't you take the items out and put it on the bed?" I told him. "It's a few items I picked up for your spouse."

"Yes of course, sahib." He was the ever dutiful servant and host.

I continued to watch, laughing silently. Fateh hesitated as he picked out a white brassiere from the bag and put it on the bed. Then he brought out satin lingerie and it too went on the bed. He continued to empty another couple of bras and then a few panties on the bed from the bag.

"What do you think?" I picked up one of the bras and held it out. "Do you think it will fit her?"