Ridima, my wife is an easy-going woman. She mixes up with most of the people, laymen as well as sophisticated. Succulent lips, silky hair, big vivacious eyes, broad smile, and being full of energy make her a woman of every man's desires. She owns a sharp brain with a beautifully carved body. Well grown bust and protruding rump are the most sensual features of her.
That day, we were out for lunch. She was craving for it and was insisting for the last 4-5 days. She was fond of this restaurant and we used to come here to dine often. This was one of the best luxury restaurants in the town. We liked its ambiance. Also, its food was native to our taste buds. Moreover, the cooks here could cook to order by customizing to our liking or instructions. I remembered last time Ridima instructed the cooks, and in fact, worked with them for minutes on a delicacy in their kitchen. I still cherished that taste as it was like the dish from my village.
The waiter came as soon as we sat in the dining room. The waiters and cooks here have a good rapport with Ridima. She ordered our dishes and advised some customizations.
"Madam, can you please talk to the chef about this. I will tell them to come to you. Though they can take a few minutes because they are busy in the kitchen." said the waiter.
"Then, I am coming to the kitchen." She said and left the table.
While I was waiting alone there, my work site called me on phone. The discussion engrossed me and took longer. It was only after around 25 minutes I realized that I was in a restaurant and my wife had gone to the kitchen.
I waited for some more time. Finding her not coming back, I roamed towards the kitchen area. This was a large kitchen having 3 compartments each with glass doors. The compartments opened into each other through interconnecting doors.
I went near the first door. Two waiters were standing there near the door. I avoided traversing through them. There was another door on the garden side that seemed slightly opened. I went near it and tried to open it. But it seemed bolted from inside. I tried to peek inside and could see two men in chefs' uniforms standing near the chopping table. I could not see Ridima there although. I was curious, though not worried, about not finding Ridima in this part of the kitchen too.
I circled the kitchen hall and found another door partially opened. I entered and found that this way led to the same area where the two chefs were earlier visible. Walking through the tunneled threshold I was about to reach the open area when I heard some noises; maybe three or four people. Searching the voices with ears and eyesight, I found three white-uniformed men; two looked the same chefs. They were standing near the central platform, normally used for chopping and washing for the preparation of dishes.
When they moved a little, suddenly I saw Ridima between them sitting on the platform. Her upper arms were gripped by the chefs; one on each side. I lunged two quick steps towards them but stopped when heard them talking.
Ridima said, "No, how can you do this?"
"Madam, allow us to do at least something please. You are beautiful. We want you for a few minutes only. We cannot resist the temptation."
One of them said, "Madam, you didn't allow us last time too. We know you love this. We wouldn't leave you this time."
Ridima repeated, "No, you cannot do this."
But they looked adamant. With lust in their bodies, they looked hungry for her.
There was no uneasiness or anxiety on her face though. She was dealing with them calmly.
