Series: My Indian Slut Wife Vidya

My name is Rajesh and I am married to my sweetheart Vidya. Soon (in just over a month), we would be celebrating our third wedding anniversary. It was past 10.30 at night, and Vidya was lying on the bed reading, and I was working on my laptop on a project."Oh my fat husband," Vidya called out from the bed. "Leave your laptop and come here. I need you to lick me, and then to fuck me. My pussy is tingling tonight."That was one great thing, amongst many great things, I loved about Vidya. Sex with her was very efficient. She was explicit and blunt about her needs. A nymphomaniac by nature, she would tell you exactly what she wanted to you do – no hunting around for "subtle hints"."Yes, darling."Obediently, I shut my laptop and stood up. Walking over and standing beside the bed, to her left, I started to undress. My shirt came off first, followed by my watch. I then reached down and unbuckled the belt. Rolling down my jeans to my ankles, I stepped out of my pants. Vidya caught hold of the

My name is Rajesh Mathur and I was in deep trouble at work.I was making ends meet, but barely. I work at a large family owned Indian company on the outskirts of Pune that manufactures electronics for security systems. I had recently been made permanent, and given a raise for my 4 years of hard work as an engineer, and immediately after that I had purchased a large house and a bigger car. I knew I was stretched financially with the mortgage and a car loan, but as long as I was employed, I was fine.My company had recently gone global, with offices in Korea and Sri Lanka, and I had worked my way up the corporate ladder and was a valued engineer, so I didn't realize my job would ever be in jeopardy. Now, suddenly, I was in danger of losing my house, my car, everything!It was my asshole of a boss, Gaurav. We were working on a project and Gaurav was the project lead. He was also the Vice President of the company, and he had made a series of bad deals with a foreign collaborator. Parts were