Chapter 10: The Lunch

After coming home one day, Ram revealed that his boss, Rajesh is going to come to their home for lunch on next Sunday.

Nisha immediately felt herself getting wet. She knew it was a bad idea and tried to think of any reason to tell her husband not to do that. She failed.

So she prepared a game plan. She was going to give the cold shoulder like she has been doing to every guy after her marriage. She wouldn’t smile. She wouldn’t laugh at jokes. Instead she would give neutral nods. She wouldn’t touch him or let him touch her, she wouldn’t not even shake hands. She will just be cold throughout the whole time.

“Hmm ... can you hmmm act a little mature and professional in front of my boss?”, Ram asked Nisha.

Nisha immediately agreed. He had no idea how icy she was going to act.

The moment she opened the door and saw Rajesh, she felt her nipples tighten under her bra and her pussy moistened between her legs. An uncontrollable wave of excitement spread through her. To make matters worse, Rajesh was not subtle at all. He started looking at her like she was ripe fruit. His eyes were devouring her.

His stare was drenching her in between her legs. It was filling her with unbearable thirst.

Be the perfect wife!

She held steady. She remained expressionless. She didn’t laugh at all, she didn’t even smile. She responded to his stares with subtle feigned disgust and indifference.

Soon for some reason he stopped staring like a perverted predator and started acting normal. He even started making family friendly jokes and started praising Ram.

She knew that was an act but she played along. By the time she started serving lunch, the situation was a lot less tense.

While Nisha was plating the food, Rajesh started talking about the company, what it is currently doing, the current market, his vision for the future and so on. She didn’t know why he was telling them these.

“ ... to achieve our target, we need to spend more on marketing. I have already secured the funds to do so in the next quarter. We are looking for models. I was thinking Nisha can be one of our models. She is certainly as beautiful as most of the models we have looked.” he said.

Nisha didn’t have to glance at Ram to know he was horrified. She was too.

And why didn’t she know about it? She had read all the messages. All he had said about the lunch was how he is going to fuck her, how hard and which positions. She knew Rajesh was just teasing her husband because unlike some of other employees he had never molested or raped anyone. Not because he thought it was wrong, he thinks it was wrong that it was illegal. He had sent so many messages and gifs telling how every man should be able to do anything to inferior beings, i.e., women. The only reason he never touched any women without her consent is that he thought they were not worth throwing his life away in prison. He could always pay buttload of money to whores or their pimps to inflict unimaginable pain and torture.

“Ummm. I don’t think it is for me”, she replied. The thought of modeling more him was making her more excited. She knew, later, she was going to make her pussy sore by fantasizing about this.

“Why not?”, he asked.

“No. I am not comfortable with...”, she started to say.

“Don’t worry! We will never ask you to do anything you are not absolutely comfortable with ... plus your husband would be with you at all times. There would be no problem ... trust me.”, Rajesh said, sounding sincere...

She knew his sincerity was absolutely fake and she questioned if her husband could actually do anything. She imagined them forcing her to wear the most revealing lingerie, then using those pictures to degrade her in the group. The thought was making her hungry between her legs.

Be the perfect wife!

She reminded herself of her game plan.

“I am really not...”, she started to say but Rajesh grabbed her hand. It made her heart bounce. Suddenly she wanted him to drag her into his lap and rip her clothes while calling her the dirtiest names.

Rajesh squeezed her hand, looked into her eyes and said “I promise you, it will be okay”

She could barely say anything. Her heart was pounding. Blood was pulsing like crazy and in between her legs, the hunger had become ten fold.

“She is not interested in modelling or working. She just wants to be a good housewife”, Ram said.