Thursday Ch. 02

Benji and I got together every time I had a call at his motel. I even managed to drop by a few times when I was in the area. There were a few times Benji's wife Rina, as I got to know her name, was around. She would just look at me and give a slight smile and nod her head. I never heard her speak a word of English until one day about two months ago.

I got a call on my cell phone and I could tell from the Caller I.D. it was the motel where Benji worked. I answered the phone thinking as usual that it was the owner wanting me to come fix another broken or not working piece of plumbing.

"Hello," I said.

"You come. Fix." said a female voice.

"Huh?" I replied "Do what?"

"You come. Fix" she repeated

Slowly it dawned on me. This is Benji's wife.

Our short conversation didn't give me any additional information, but I concluded that something was in need of repair there at the motel. It was a slow Thursday, and I was about 8-10 miles from the motel so I said "Ok I'll be there shortly." I hung up thinking that this could be a chance to make a little money and also that old Benji's dick was probably due for a good knob polishing.

I hurried over to the motel and parked on the side where the laundry and water systems were located. As I got out of my truck and started to gather my tools I spotted Benji's wife standing in the doorway of their unit. There unit is located about 3 doors down from the laundry room.

Rina was motioning me to come there. She was standing in the open door waving for me to come there with one hand, while pointing inside the apartment with her other hand.

"Oh hell, I thought. The toilet is stopped up or something else is wrong in there."

I hate working residential type plumbing. I try to limit my work to commercial jobs. The pay is better and you don't have to contend with too many weird personalities. Also if you make a mess in commercial work, you just wipe it up and go on. In residential work there are carpets and wooden floors and such to contend with.

I thought "The manager probably told her to call me. I'll just go in here, look at it, then go find the manager and politely decline. I'll explain to him that I don't do residential stuff,"

As I walked up to Rina she began jabbering something I didn't understand. Taking hold of my arm with one hand she was still pointing inside the apartment with her other hand. She started inside while tugging on my arm, all the time running her head about something that sounded important to her. Every so often I would hear the words, "You fix."

I thought "Something must really be screwed up to cause all this commotion. I hope the toilet hasn't overflowed, because I really don't want to see that mess."

Rina led me back into the bedroom where she had first seen me giving Benji a blow job. To my surprise there was Benji sitting on the little couch affair, naked as a Jay-bird, watching the TV. The TV was on some Indian station and Benji was slowly stroking his semi-hard cock. Rina pointed at Benji's cock and said "You fix."

I thought "This is some shit. He got her to call me over for a blow job. What the hell kind of deal is this?"

Rina began tugging at my shirt, all the while yammering something and finally getting across to me that I should remove my shirt. I started taking my shirt off and no sooner had it hit the floor than she was pulling at my belt and pointing at my pants as if to indicate that I should remove them also. I sat down on the bed and as I started to kick my shoes off it hit me that I was wearing another pair of pink lace panties today. I hesitated, but then I remembered that they had already seen me in panties. Hell they had seen me sucking a dick. Why should I get tense about them seeing my panties? So I kicked my shoes off, stood and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, slid my zipper down and slid my jeans down to my knees. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I removed my jeans and dropped them on the floor with my shirt. Rina pointed at my socks and indicated that I should take them off also. My socks soon joined my pants and my shirt. Now I'm sitting on the bed wearing only my wrist watch and a pair of lacy pink panties.

I thought "She must be one of those women who like seeing their husband get a blow job. Well, I guess we've already had some experience with that, so I guess I can accommodate her."

Truth be told it had been over a week since I had sucked on Benji's cock and I was starting to miss it.

I thought to myself "I'll give him a nice slow blow job that will be good for all three of us. I don't care if she watches or not."

I soon figured out that Rina had other plans. Taking my hand and tugging on it she got me to stand up. Then pointing at my panties she gestured for me to take them off and put them with my other clothes.

"Oh shit." I said to myself "She wants me to fuck her while Benji watches and jacks off."

Now right here let me stop and tell you that very few Indian women turn me on. It takes a really good looking, slim, slinky, tall, leggy, sultry looking Indian woman to get my motor going; and Rina is none of these. She's not gross, but as fuck material, she just doesn't do it for me.

"I'll never be able to get a hard on." is what went through my mind as my panties slid down to my feet. "Besides, Benji has a much larger dick than mine. Why would she want my little thing when she could get some enjoyment out of that man-meat over there on the couch?"

As I stepped out of my panties and kicked them over to my little pile of clothes, the thought ran through my head that I suppose some women just like some strange dick just like some men like some strange pussy.

"Yeah, I thought."That's good for her but it doesn't get my dick hard."

Rina reached over to the nearby chest-of-drawers and pulled a piece of string from the top of it. Turning to me she deftly tied a slip knot in one end of the three foot string. I did notice that this was nylon string, such as surveyors, or fishermen use when they need a really strong piece of line, but not too thick.

"Some Indian sex game," I thought "This ought to be interesting. Let's see if she can make my dick hard with that stupid piece of string."

Kneeling before me she reached for my nuts. I looked over at Benji and he briefly took his eyes off of the TV and looked at me for a second or two then turned back to the set. He was still absent mindedly stroking his half hard dick.

Benji said something to his wife without taking his eyes from the TV and she said something back. I don't know what they said to each other but her part was just like when we say in English, "I know what I'm doing. Don't bug me." Rina had slid the slip knotted end of the string over her left hand and then she grasped my balls with that hand. Gently she worked my nuts down low in their pouch. Then with her left hand holding my nuts she used her right hand to slip the string up over her hand and then around my scrotum. Pulling on the free end of the string she tightened the loop till my little peanuts were held in place by the string and the slight pressure she kept on it.

"These are some weird ass people." I thought.