Indian Wife and the Maid's Husband

Simran hesitated just for an instant before pulling her panty down and stepping out of it fully nude. She was still in her dressing room. She had read about the benefits of massage in a number of newspapers and journals but could perhaps never muster the courage to go to a parlour. All sorts of doubts would appear to cloud her mind. How could she strip fully before complete strangers! And if the masseuse turned out to be a man! God! She would certainly die due to sheer embarrassment. And if she insisted on having a lady to do the job, perhaps the parlour owners would smirk at her prudishness.

However when her maid servant Lakshmi had once mentioned that she too had lived in Kerala and had picked up that art, Simran decided that the time had come to indulge in what she had been wanting to do for so long. For the lady to be seen nude by a maid servant was, well, natural. The only thing was the initial hesitation because till now Simran had only been topless in front of Lakshmi and that too only once. The admiration that was reflected in Lakshmi’s eyes at that time was not lost on Simran. So when she broached the topic of getting herself massaged by Lakshmi, her response was more than enthusiastic.

Lakshmi and her husband Bhavdeep had been with them for almost one year. While Bhavdeep worked as a driver, Lakshmi looked after the kitchen and whatever sundry work was assigned to her. Lakshmi was dark and in her early thirties whereas Bhavdeep, though of a similar age was fairer and looked slightly younger. In fact so fair was his complexion that an ignorant visitor could have been excused for assuming that he was a member of the family.

At 26, Simran had a body that would give many established models a run for their money. Generous and firm 34 B size breasts complimented her 5 feet 7 inches body that was tall by Indian standards. Before stepping out from the dressing room she permitted herself some vanity and admired her nude self. The slender neck, the flawless satin skin, the shapely breasts capped by chocolatish brown nipples with small aerola, the sparse hair in the shaped pussy which did not do much to hide the lips of the labia, the long and lovely legs and the nail polished bare feet. There was a long and black beauty spot not unlike the shape of a heart, that was situated at the top of her right thigh. It had been a matter of some consolation to Simran that the mark was situated so high that it would be visible only if she went nude and the chances of that were remote. Her nude body was a sight that could have stopped anyone in his tracks. A light golden chain in the neck, appropriately designed bangles on her wrists and a cute pair of anklets only served to accentuate her well toned body.

A suitable mat had been spread on the floor. Lakshmi had locked the door and was waiting for Simran with a bottle of oil in her hand. This bottle had been purchased by Simran herself with the fond hope that someday she would be making use of it. That day had finally arrived.

She finally took a deep breath and stepped out of the dressing room. She was feeling very self conscious but had braced herself by telling her own self that if she wanted a massage she had to strip, so it was best to act confident. As Lakshmi saw her Mem Sahib nude for the first time, she just stood mesmerised. If she had found Simran to be beautiful from above the waist, she was absolutely gorgeous from below the waist. Lakshmi also noted that Simran had recently got her belly button pierced and a dainty golden ring there, despite its small size was arousing tremendous passion in whosoever beheld that sight. Lakshmi was fully aware of the employer/employee relations between herself and Simran but she couldn’t help thinking that if the sight of Simran’s nude body could have such a powerful impact on her, what impact would it have on a male?

Simran acted nonchalant as if this was not at all a big deal for her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and lay there ready for Lakshmi to start. The first touch made her jump but she soon relaxed as Lakshmi poured warm oil over her back. The smoothing of the oil on her body was delicious, the firm yet soft hands soothing her, first her shoulders, arms then lower back and when her buttocks trembled slightly under Lakshmi’s touch she felt a sense of letting go... almost a submission to her maid.

‘Mem Sahib. may I say something?’ Lakshmi asked.

‘Yes.’ Simran answered.

‘You are very beautiful.’ Lakshmi said in a husky tone. After all, it was not everyday that one got to work with a beautiful lady and it was even rarer to see her nude.

‘Hmm.’she mumbled not knowing how exactly to respond to a compliment being paid by a maid.

‘Mem Sahib. You are so hairless here. Just this little line of vertical hair looks very pretty.’ Lakshmi carried on pointing to Simran’s shaped pussy with her eyebrows. ‘Sahib must be very happy to see you that you put in so much effort to give it such a proper shape.’

Simran felt that the most appropriate response would be to keep quiet. She felt that Lakshmi was overstepping her limits but the compliments were such that she was actually enjoying listening to them. Her legs and feet were coated with the oil and Simran's body felt so relaxed....so out of her control... that when Lakshmi parted her legs to coat her inner thighs, she moaned softly and felt a familiar wetness beginning to form in her most sensitive spot between her thighs.

‘Mem Sahib. This dark spot that you have right here is very beautiful’ Lakshmi said running her slick fingers over the smooth skin on the inner thigh. Simran knew that in the state of nudity,the spot would be so visible that it would definitely be noticed. ‘Even Bhavdeep has a similar spot.’ Lakshmi continued.

‘Where?’ Simran asked sleepily and regretted it almost immediately. The massage had had a twin impact on her: she had started feeling drowsy and aroused at the same time.

‘Very close to where you have it. It is long and carries on upto where his……. starts.’ Lakshmi said blushing furiously.

Even Simran was blushing. It felt odd to be discussing birthmarks of the maid’s husband situated in private parts. Despite that she felt a tingling in the lips of her pussy and immediately dismissed all erotic thoughts. How could she feel aroused thinking about a maid’s husband?

For a moment the feeling of embarrassment persisted and then faded away. So she relaxed, not bothering to close her legs when Lakshmi had coated them and, with the oil on her body, she couldn't tell what was oil and what was her body's reaction to the hands that stroked her. However, she dreamily thought that it was good that Lakshmi is so adept at her job and it was such a pleasure to be treated like a queen. Lakshmi smiled down at Simran's naked body lying on the table before her and admired the gleaming skin. It had shades of a beautiful golden brown all over except for the pink undersides of her feet. 

Everything appeared to be going dreamily when Simran heard loud noises outside. What on earth could have been going on, she wondered. The voices were that of her husband and he appeared to be very angry.

‘Lakhmi, I must go and see. Amit appears to be very upset.’ Simran said.

‘Okay, Mem Sahib. As you say.’ Lakshmi said winding up the massage by rubbing the remaining oil in Simran’s body by gently pulling her buttock cheeks apart and rubbing her oily fingers in the crack. For a fraction of a second they lingered on teasingly at the entry of her ass and then it was over.

Simran hurriedly put on the gown that she had discarded over her body and emerged from the room. She was quite perturbed and it did not bother her that her ample cleavage could be seen. With Lakshmi close on her heels she proceeded towards the place from where the voice was emanating and were just in time to hear the sound of a resounding slap. Both Simran and Lakshmi were aghast to see that the recipient of the slap was none other than Lakshmi’s husband Bhavdeep.

‘What is going on here?’ Simran asked no one in particular.

‘Ask this man. He is so thankless. We have employed both of them. Not only is he not sincere he answers back.’ Amit bellowed.

Bhavdeep stood transfixed to the ground and did not utter a single word.

‘Whatever the case may be you should learn to keep your temper under control.’ Simran spoke to her husband. She somehow felt bad at this crass display of crude power by her husband and that too in front of Lakshmi. What would a wife feel when she saw her husband being slapped!

‘I am fed up. You also lecture me.’ Amit spoke in an exasperated tone and marched out of the room.

Simran felt like consoling Bhavdeep and just as she approached him, she became conscious that her robe had just been tied with a cord and that under the robe she was completely nude. Her bare legs could be seen through the slit in the gown just as her cleavage. As she was becoming conscious of her state and was contemplating withdrawing, her eyes met that of Bhavdeep. She expected to find a feeling of hurt; instead she found a lusty feeling, a desire that was at the same time scary and endearing. By way of reflex action, Simran looked down at her feet and turning around swiftly walked to the privacy of her room. Somehow she felt a trifle disturbed. What disturbed her even more was that she did not feel contempt for the husband of her maid. This is preposterous, she told herself as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was glowing from the massage and it was hardly Bhavdeep’s fault that he had forgotten all about the insults heaped on him by her husband. Simran shuddered, and peeled off the gown over her slender shoulders. For a while she looked at her bare self in the mirror. As she saw her own birthmark hidden so tastefully by nature, she recalled what Lakshmi had told her about a similar mark’s existence on Bhavdeep’s cock. Even within the solitary confines of her room, Simran blushed and went to the bathroom for a shower.

That night Amit returned very late and was too tired and drunk to do anything. Simran wanted to speak to him but found that there was no point in trying. She expected Lakshmi to be sulking the next day but was pleasantly surprised to find that she was present in the house, in time. Simran was wearing the same gown that she had worn the previous evening. It was a gown that she was very fond of and although her mother-in-law had once or twice made disparaging comments about the fact that it revealed more than it hid, it was still a favourite of Simran.

‘I am sorry about yesterday.’she said in a small voice.

‘Why, Mem Sahib?’ Lakshmi appeared to be quite normal.

‘I mean Amit did not really behave the way he should have.’ Simran elaborated.

‘Oh, that. It is okay Mem Sahib. Bhavdeep is a very nice person. He likes Sahib a lot.’ Lakshmi said. ‘And you too.’ She added.

‘What?’ Simran was surprised.

‘Nothing, Mem Sahib. And you won’t believe what happened. At night, I told him that you are really beautiful and that you too have a birth mark like he does. He asked me how did I know and I told him that I had massaged you, that was how.’ Lakshmi said excitedly.

‘You told him that you had seen me nude?’ Simran was aghast.

‘Yes, Mem Sahib. What is wrong? I am a woman and I thought that it was perfectly okay to tell him that I had seen you nude. Did I do something wrong?’ Lakshmi asked innocently.

Simran did not know as to how to explain things to Lakshmi. First she goes and tells her husband that she has seen Mem Sahib nude, then she also tells him that he and Mem Sahib have a similar birthmark and that too in their private parts.

‘Nothing wrong. But what is the need to say such things?’ Simran said absent mindedly.

The day passed uneventfully. Amit was grumpy all throughout. He hardly had anything for breakfast and was busy throughout the day. He had taken another driver and Bhavdeep was left behind. Lakshmi too therefore went early but returned after two hours saying that since Bhavdeep had gone away because of some important work, she did not know what to do.

That night Simran wanted to please Amit, so she put on her sexiest nightie. It was a peach coloured one brought by Amit from one of his sojourns abroad. She applied erotic perfume on her pussy and underarms and on the back of her knees before wearing a diaphanous bra and G string panty which left little for the viewer’s imagination. She put on a dainty pair of silver anklets which were just right for a nice round of lovemaking, subtle enough to highlight Simran’s feminity. Tastefully applied nailpolish on her toes and hands made her look absolutely ravishing.

Amit did arrive at around 11 at night. He had to attend a party with some colleagues and did not appear to be in the best mood. However seeing his wife in such a lovely attire did lift his spirits a little. He went to the bathroom for a shower and by the time he returned, Simran had slid between the cold and crisp white sheets in anticipation of what should have followed.

Just as Amit was easing himself into the bed there was a sound from the drawing room. This appeared to be strange. The servants lived in the outhouse and there was no reason for anybody’s presence in the house. It could perhaps have been a cat or a mouse. This suspense lasted for barely a minute when Simran was appalled to see a well built man in a mask intruding into the bedroom. Simran was almost nude but thankfully in the bed. The mask was black in colour and hid the entire face except for the eyes and the lips. He was armed with a revolver. 

‘Come to the drawing room. Both of you.’ He said, his voice a menacing whisper.

‘I, well……….’ Simran stammered.

‘Out of the bed. Now.’ he said, his voice absolutely cold. Simran looked at Amit but he offered no advice. Not because he didn’t want to but he did not appear to be in a position to do so. Seeing that there was absolutely no alternative, Simran got out of the bed and saw the pupils of the intruder’s eyes widen as they drank in the sight of her body through the transparent nightie. Somehow they did not seem to be unfamiliar. Neither Amit nor Simran had any choice; so they meekly followed him, both of them too scared to do anything but obey. The fear in the living room was thick and palpable as Amit was made to sit meekly on a straight chair. Amit tried to assert himself but after a hectic day and the liberal pegs of whiskey he was in no position to take on the intruder. He was tied down firmly with a plastic rope brought by the intruder who also slammed down a handkerchief suffused with something on Amit’s mouth which made him even more drowsy within no time. The intruder had obviously done his homework. What exactly he had in mind was beyond Simran. She was however feeling very awkward at being so scantily clad in front of the man.

‘Now take this nightie off nice and slow. Please’ The man’s voice was a whisper. Simran bit her lip as she looked over at her husband and knew she had very little choice in the matter so she hesitantly took off her necklace Amit given her as a birthday present and dropped it on the floor.

‘I'll do whatever you say if you let us go and promise not to hurt me or my husband,’ Simran said, tears falling down her cheeks.

‘Come on, please be quick. We assure you that if you behave you won’t be hurt.!’ The man commanded, his eyes blazing with lust. Simran felt her face flush self-conciously as she tentatively, almost seductively, took her beautiful nightie off. The hungry look in his eyes made her try to cover her glorious bra-covered C-sized breasts, but thought better of it and pulled them away and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor. Her breasts felt nice and free in the open air and her brownish nipples were hard, like bullets from the fear and cold. One thing many guys found attractive about her was the fact her breasts stuck out and didn't bounce as much as most women's did. The only problem was most people that had seen her breasts (which wasn't very many, only other girls), thought that this meant that she undergone some expensive surgery, which wasn't true. As Simran stepped out of the nightie leaving it crumpled on the floor, she felt an odd sensation enter her body. She couldn't describe it beyond knowing that this man, besides her husband, was perhaps the only one who was seeing her virtually nude.

‘I did what you said. Please take what you want and let us be.’ Simran said, afraid that he would force her to take her panties off as well.

‘Not quite yet,’ The man said as he came up to her with a wide cruel smirk. He took the initiative in pulling her lace panties down right to her bare feet exposing her beautifully shaped pussy. It was his casual demeanour that Simran found chilling.

‘Look, this is nothing personal, but it is a fantasy of all rich persons to see their wives have pleasure. All sorts of pleasure.’

‘W..what does that mean?’ Simran asked suddenly terrified.

‘Don’t be afraid.’ He said almost patronizingly. ‘I am sure you know how pretty you are. Surely this beauty needs to be shared with persons who are not as fortunate as he is.’ He said pointing towards Amit.

‘Please, please…….’ Simran burst into tears.

‘You somehow think that I want to hurt you. Not if you cooperate. You,’ he said addressing Amit. ‘Tell her to co-operate and enjoy; if you do not want to get seriously hurt.’

He was so much in command of the situation that he kept the revolver on one side and stepped out of his trouser. He wore no underwear and out sprang an uncircumcised cock that was surprisingly fair and well built. Simran had always imagined that the burglars were always the dark skinned ones but this was to her, even in that state of terror, a surprise. The head looked like a helmet, oozing white stuff that she knew had to be precum. It was the raw power behind it that truly frightened her.

‘Please don't do this to us. If it is money that you are after, we are prepared to let you have whatever you want.’Simran said. Simran's please seemed to have no effect on him, rather it seemed that he was getting a kick out of her discomfiture. Looking over at her husband, still in bondage, Simran was horrified to notice he was now recovering from the effects of the tranquillizer that he had smelt.

‘Please don’t force me to be rough with you. Surely you realize that I can get what I want by being nasty. If that is what you want, so be it. Should I start by breaking his teeth?’ he said in a matter of fact manner while proceeding to switch off the light. ‘It won’t do for others to wonder as to why the light in the room is on at this time of the night but the light that is coming in from your bedroom should keep us going nicely. Now, you well, what does a girl do when she sees a cock? Obviously sucks it. So do it. But wait, I think I need to do you a favour.’

The man knelt between her legs rubbing his own cock which had assumed a full throbbing erection by then. ‘That's nice, God I wish I had a camera at a time like this.’ He laughed quietly at the possible humiliation she would feel. Then he leaned in on her and with one hand squeezed her breasts. He took the other hand to his mouth and put one finger inside it. Once it was properly wet and dripping from his saliva he began sliding it in and out of Simran’s pussy. Just up to the knuckle to get her wet, but she was already wet and he worked in the whole finger and started fucking her with it the other hand teasing her nipples. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back trying to ignore what he was doing to her, but Amit could see Simran bite her lip and start to hump back. He worked in a second finger and got a bit more energetic and she turned her head left and the right taking deep breaths. When he started thumbing her clit at the same time she lost it. No longer could she control what her body was going through. Her chest heaved and both her husband and the intruder saw the ripples run down her abdomen with each contraction. Her thigh twitched and her whole body shook with the power of her orgasm. Before she could think, the man was leaning down on top of her. She could feel his hard-on against her belly and knew it would be inside soon. He worked it against her skin to get used to her body and began searching for her wet pussy. This was not the way she wanted this to happen. She had to stall him somehow.

‘Wait please, don't ... don't.’ was all she could come up with.

‘Do you mean you don't want me to fuck you? You must want to suck my cock first, right?’ He sat up and straddling her waist, leaned in and brought his cock up between Simran's mauled tits. He cupped a tit in each hand and very slowly ran his tongue over her nipples. Although she tried her best to prevent it but the nipples stood perfectly erect as they did when tremendously aroused. Seeing the response of the nipples, he laughed a slow laugh before taking them in between his teeth and biting them almost lovingly.

Seeing that this was again taking Simran to the heights of pleasure and ecstasy, he discontinued that and squeezed both the breasts together to wrap his cock and then started fucking the lovely groove thus formed. Simran didn't know what was going on but thought she should try to bring him off quickly and began rocking to his rhythm. He liked the way she was moving with him now and picked up speed. After a few minutes he opened her mouth with his two fingers and searched out her tongue. Her eyes were closed and when he shifted forward she did not see it until his cock was in her mouth. He held the same pace as with her tits and began fucking her face. Simran could not turn away, he held her in place and drove forward until his cock pushed into her throat. By way of reflex action, Simran opened her mouth in such a way that her teeth would not hurt the intruding cock; the lips were so positioned that they held the foreskin back while allowing the entry of the cock in the mouth. The realization dawned on her that he was using her pretty face as his little fuck toy. It was at that very moment that she opened her eyes and something struck her as very strange. The shaft that was going in and out of her mouth had a black mark at the root. This was what Lakshmi had told her about her husband.

Oh my God! The realization suddenly dawned on her and this was Lakshmi’s husband who was doing this to her. Lakshmi had always said that he was a nice man. Why, then?Oh, he was avenging the humiliation that Amit periodically heaped upon him! As the cock rammed into her mouth, she recalled the scene when she wanted to console him after Amit had hit Bhavdeep. She opened her eyes wider and peered into the eyes of the man. Even in the darkness she recognized those eyes. Struggling to breathe as he picked up his pace, Simran was shocked as his seed shot down her throat the sheer force of discharge rendering her incapable of doing anything else. She choked and tried to turn away but only after a substantial amount of cum had found its way down her throat. Surprisingly the taste was quite similar to the cum of her husband and not unpleasant. In a second he was back between her ripe tits and fucking them harder than before. Each thrust now ended with his sperm shot into her face. She kept her eyes closed and waited it out as Bhavdeep finished his needs.

‘Are you happy now? Can you get off me?’ Simran was glad it was over and she wanted to get out of there. Yes, what Bhavdeep had said was perhaps right. A man may want to imagine his wife having sex elsewhere but being violated in front of his own eyes while he sat there, tied and helpless! The only silver lining was that he had not hurt either Amit or her which he could very well have done had he wanted to.Bhavdeep had other ideas, however.

‘Thank you. That was very nice of you’ He slid back down but still held her pinned to the ground. As he massaged his cum into her breasts he kicked her legs open again and positioned himself between her knees.

‘I feel I owe you one,’ and he dove down into her pussy and immediately found her clit with his tongue. Simran tried to push him away but found her legs squeezing his head in place. One of his hands mauled her tits some more while the other began finger her cunt. She could not resist and her body's desperate instincts took over. She pulled him in with her thighs and her hands now, not wanting any of this to stop and when the wave swept over her for the second time there was no resistance. Her hips humped his face like he had fucked hers. She couldn't tell if she was breathing until she heard her own screams of orgasm. Finally, as it passed, she let him up for air. What Bhavdeep saw as he rose took his breath away and brought his cock back rock hard.

Simran's young well-toned and shaped body, still writhing in ecstasy was laid out spread-eagle before him. Her skin was on fire, blushed red and quivering. Her mouth, still showing his come on her lips was wide open, catching her breath. Her tits rose and fell with each inhale, her nipples still standing erect. Everywhere her skin glistened with the mixed sweat and sperm. As he moved his cock up to her pussy she offered no resistance. Simran lifted her knees and opened herself as much as possible to him. Neither much noticed as the head of his cock touched the moist lips of her pussy. They willingly gave way and the pussy walls eagerly wrapped themselves around the shaft of the cock as the foreskin rolled back with each shove. Bhavdeep would withdraw fully and again thrust his cock back into her so that a steady fucking rhythm was formed. Her body was so aroused and her pussy soaking wet that she took him in all the way, easily. Reaching back he hooked both knees with his elbows and folded her in half. She felt him drive deeper than before and she grabbed onto her own knees tight against her tits now and let him take her. With each thrust she felt her his pubic bone grind against hers She could also hear the clapping sound his testicles were making as they clapped against her perinium. Simran accepted this fuck with another man with quiet resilience. It surprised her that she had given in so easily, but she realized to her surprise and shame that it turned her on incredibly to be forced.

She came twice more beneath the body of Bhavdeep and then he rolled her onto her knees. On all fours he took her from behind, pulling her head back by her long hair and riding her like the animal in heat that she was. With his last desperate strokes he deposited his second load of cum into the sweet pussy of the lovely Mem Sahib, the first having been deposited in her mouth. What made it even harder was how her pussy was starting to adjust to this man's girth and she found her body was betraying her. As his hot rod banged continuously against her cervix, Simran began to feel her fear start to literally melt a way and a new feeling began to enthrall her. A loud moan of pleasure issued forth from deep within her throat and almost against her will, she began to thrust back as a flush began to creep up her fair cheeks. What was she doing? Here she was, bangd and deflowered by a man who wasn't only foul but the husband of an employee, and she was starting to enjoy it! The man did not stay long to enjoy the drowsiness that takes hold of a man after good sex. As Simran lay he kissed/licked her concentrating on her full lips, the nipples, the inner thighs and finally the wet and oozing-with-cum pussy. He then proceeded to blindfold her also but in such a way that it would require just a minute or two for her to open it. By the time she did it, the intruder was gone.

‘I….. I am sorry, Amit.’ She said to Amit the next morning. In a way she was thankful that Amit had returned home drunk. Not only that the tranquilizer that had been given to him had made him drowsy and he had not seen his wife’s hips humping back thrust to thrust.

‘That is okay. What could you have done? Telling the security officer will serve no purpose whatsoever. My honour will be at stake. If only there was some way in which that man could be identified. Some way.’ Amit said speaking through clenched teeth.The servants of the household knew of the incident of last night and all of them were standing outside the house. There were gossips galore. Nobody knew exactly what had happened.

As Amit stormed out of the room, Lakshmi entered.‘Mem Sahib. Whatever has happened has happened. We are not interested in finding out what happened. But we are very happy that both of you have not been hurt. Sahib is so upset. Even Bhavdeep is angry. Mem Sahib, Sahib is right. If you can identify him, we can take care of him. Is that not so, Bhavdeep?’Simran lifted her head and saw Bhavdeep standing in the doorway. She was looking at him when he too lifted his head and their eyes met.

‘Mem Sahib, can you identify him. Anything about him that you may be remembering?’Lakshmi was carrying on.Still looking into Bhavdeep’s eyes, Simran shook her head. Simran was not sure but she thought she saw a playful smile on Bhavdeep’s lips just for a fraction of a second.

 

Things gradually settled down to a normal routine. The event was largely forgotten and if the culprit was not apprehended it was because of Simran. Lakshmi used to take good care of her but to her own surprise Simran did not feel traumatized as perhaps bang victims should have felt. If anything she remembered how he had made her go on all fours and had entered her from behind and that it was not as unpleasant an experience as it should have been. It was a moment that brought back many memories and Simran herself did not go whether to keep it as a pleasant souvenir in her mind or to attempt to banish it altogether.

Bhavdeep was also around smug in the belief that he had been a source of such pleasure to Mem Sahib albeit forcefully and that she would not betray him. After all except for fucking her, he had not hurt her or misbehaved her. He also knew that Simran realized the reason why he had chosen to do what he had done: to humiliate Amit.

One evening Lakshmi said to her, 'Mem sahib, if you don't mind, may I say something?'

'Sure, why not?' Simran replied breezily. She was wearing a short T shirt that highlighted her pierced belly button and a pair of shorts. She was looking so young and attractive that it was difficult to say that she was a married woman.

'Mem Sahib. I had a very strange but erotic dream. Should I tell you what it was?'

'Of course. A dream is a dream. Why should I mind?' Simran replied.

'Mem Sahib, I asked you because you were in it but Sahib was not.'

'What difference does it make? Come on, now. Tell me.' Simran was curious now.

'I dreamt that this birthmark of yours was not there on your thigh. In fact you went to get it tattooed. And when you reached the shop, he asked you to strip. That is natural and you stripped. But instead of tattooing it, he took you to a room where a man was lying. The man asked you to sit on top of the man, so that when the lovemaking would start, he would tattoo you.' Lakshmi replied slowly.

'Forget the dream. If it gave you pleasure, what is the harm whether I was there or somebody else was there?' Simran replied.

'What disturbed me, Mem Sahib was the man. You know who he was?' Lakshmi's tone was conspiratory.

'Who?'

'Bhavdeep, Mem Sahib. You sat atop him and before my eyes, he started making love to you. The man then started tattooing you and you were enjoying the lovemaking so much, you did not even notice the pain.'

'What rubbish! Are you in your senses? Why should your husband make love to me? This is ridiculous.' Simran sounded angry.

'Forgive me, Mem Sahib. I merely told you what I had seen.' Lakshmi said in a small voice. ' Actually Mem Sahib, you are so pretty with and without clothes that I always keep imagining you in all romantic situations.'

Simran felt a strange frisson of excitement. Was Lakshmi a psychic? How had she come to know that it was her husband who had fucked her.

'When you say made love you mean......' Simran left the word unsaid.

'Yes, Mem Sahib. If you want to listen, yes, you climbed on top of the bed and he was fully erect. He did not do anything. How can I imagine that he would do something to you? You guided his erection inside you and sat down with a content expression on your face.' Lakshmi completed the dream.

Simran threw her head back and laughed. 'Okay, so that is it. Anyway. Keep this dream to yourself.'

'Mem Sahib. I...... I was so excited that I told this to Bhavdeep.' Lakshmi replied apologetically.

Oh God! What the hell am I getting into? Simran thought. 'Why did you have to tell him? What will he think? Anyway what is over, is over. Now go and do your work.' Simran snapped.

'Okay, Mem Sahib. Just as you say. But Mem Sahib, just one thing.' Lakshmi said. 'Mem Sahib, I had told you that he has a mark very similar to the mark that you have. If you want, you can see it.'

'What is wrong with you, Lakshmi? You want me to come and ask Bhavdeep to take off his pant so that I can see whether that mark is similar to mine or not?' Simran sounded exasperated.

'No, Mem Sahib. Not at all. How can I think of something so stupid? Mem Sahib, he sleeps nude like you all. I feel shy so I don't. And he sleeps soundly. Very soundly. You can come and see it and he won't even know.' Lakshmi said with a smile.

'I.... I don't think I would like to.' Simran was confused.

'Don't be afraid. Mem Sahib. Just for fun. Please. It will take just fifteen minutes. I will call you when I am sure he is asleep. As it is Sahib has gone out of town, so there shouldn't be any problem.'

'Okay, I'll see.' Simran said. She felt odd. What was happening? First Lakshmi sees an unusual dream and then offers to show her husband nude? How could she tell Lakshmi that not only had she seen Bhavdeep nude, she had been made to suck that cock, forced to swallow the cum and that that very cock had fucked her.

Dinner naturally did not interest Simran much. After dinner she stripped, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was one of the rare women who couldn't find something to dislike about her body. Her hair was dark black and shoulder length. Her arms and legs were a deep golden tan, while her breasts and belly were a pale white. Her skin was unblemished, she had never had a mole, wart, or a pimple. Her pubic hair matched the hair on her head, black and she kept them shaped. Simran had a thin waist, with a smooth, flat belly, except for a slight, sexy bulge under her pierced navel. Her hips were well rounded and they curved out from her waist. She was proudest of her breasts. They were large for her small figure, making her look over-proportioned. They curved upwards proudly capped by her half-dollar sized nipples. Her areola were brown with a pinkish tinge. When erect her nipples poked out half an inch. She quickly showered. Since the massages had started, she was not too bothered about emerging nude from the bathroom. If at all any of the servants did see her nude, so what! It was unlikely that all would be rapists and if they were not, well they would certainly enjoy the sight.

Although she slept nude as Lakshmi had rightly observed, she put on a light peach colored nightie, dimmed the lights and switched on the TV. Somehow she felt butterflies in her stomach, though with Lakshmi's presence there did not appear to be any reason for apprehension.

At around 10. when the cook was winding up the kitchen, Lakshmi appeared on the door and beckoned her to come. There was a long passage that led to the servant's quarters. Simran did not question Lakshmi but quickly followed her, their barefooted feet making no noise on the marbled floor. Within minutes they reached Lakshmi's quarters. The door opened noiselessly and they were inside.

'Come, Mem Sahib. Don't be nervous. He sleeps like a dead man and won't wake up.' She said pointing towards the bed where a man lay sleeping covered loosely by a sheet. The room was amply lit and as Simran watched with trepidation, Lakshmi pulled the bedsheet off.

Sure enough, it was Bhavu asleep and nude as Lakshmi had said he would be. His cock was flaccid which was natural. The birthmark which Lakshmi was so eager to show was near the right testicle. Lakshmi caught hold of the cock and testicle with full confidence and showed Lakshmi the mark. It definitely was similar to the one on Simran's thigh though the colour and texture must have been different. Simran was still in the process of examining it when both of them heard the cook calling Lakshmi.

'Why is she coming here? You wait here, Mem Sahib while I go and tackle her.' Lakshmi said and leaving Simran there, vanished. For Simran this was a very peculiar situation to be in. She was alone in a room with a nude man, clad in a skimpy nightie which she could easily push off the shoulder. She decided to caste her inhibitions aside. After all, if last time it was Bhavu who was calling the shots, this time she would do it.

She quickly slipped off the nightie. The erotic tension in the air suddenly increased. What had he done the last time? Yes, fucked her breasts. She gingerly caught hold of his cock and rolled the foreskin back. The pink head seemed to be inviting. With her ears on the alert for any footsteps, she licked the head very lightly and suddenly unable to control herself, engulfed in between her lips and gave it a suck. As if on cue, the cock started hardening between her lips. Suddenly afraid, Simran left him and stood in the shadows, forgetting that she was nude and that her nightie was lying on the floor. Thankfully Bhavu did not wake up.

Simran again ventured back, this time touching the tips of her nipples to the cock, in the process she herself started becoming wet. God, if only there could be a way to fuck a man without his waking up! But surely, she could touch her pussy lips to the cock. Who would know? If at all this was to be attempted, it was to be done quickly. She went to the door and looked into the corridor. Silence!!

She came back quickly with a new resolve, climbed onto the bed, and taking her body weight on her knees, inserted his flaccid cock tip in the warm and wet confines of her pussy lips. However as she felt Bhavu stir she left the bed slowly and gradually. Just as she was putting on the nightie, she realized that a bit of her lipstick had smeared Bhavu's cock. Before she could think of what to do, Lakshmi entered the room grumbling, ' The cook is no good. Always wants my help to clear up the table. I couldn't even tell her that Mem Sahib is with me.'

'Its okay.' Simran said breathlessly. ' I think I'll go back.'

'Of course, Mem Sahib and thank you. Just as I was coming one thought crossed my mind.' Lakshmi smiled. Without any encouragement from Simran she carried on. 'Mem Sahib, I have seen you nude, you have seen Bhavu nude and Bhavu has seen me nude. You have not seen me nude and neither has Bhavu seen you. If he saw you, he would be spellbound; you are so pretty.'

'We'll talk later. I am going.' Simran said as she left the room.

God knows what has come over this woman, Simran thought. This person has seen that person nude! But then she realized that, well, Lakshmi was not that wrong after all. She had not seen Lakshmi nude. But what was the need. And the way Lakshmi was going on and on about the dream, God only knows what she had in mind. Simran wondered what her reaction would be had she come to know the truth. But anyway, tonight's was not a bad experience. She silently muttered a word of thanks to the cook who had called Lakshmi at the right time.

A couple of days passed normally. However she found herself in a state of advanced sexual excitement. After all, now she was armed with the knowledge that Bhavu slept like a log. If at all, she wanted to have a look at his cock she could go there and circumstances permitting, even give him a nice suck. What was particularly enchanting about this thought was the sheer secrecy. Nobody would know. Amit was however in a bad mood constantly. Things had not been going well at the business front. He was shouting at the servants which scared Simran lest anyone else get an idea of taking revenge like Bhavu. Or it was also possible that Bhavu may have told someone of his exploits with Mem Sahib.

Amit left on a tour for two days leaving Simran alone. This was not unusual. However, Lakshmi too informed her the next day that she was going to attend a marriage in the next village and because of some family compulsions, it was not possible for Bhavu to attend the same. The function was at night; she would get delayed but she would certainly be back at the crack of dawn. There would be no inconvenience to Simran so far as household chores were concerned.

Lakshmi was a person who was fully devoted to the house and Simran did not have the heart to say no. Simran had a few of her friends over for the evening. They made small talk, watched an erotic film on DVD, had wine and winded up at around 10 p.m. Simran bid them goodbye and came back to her room. The movie had again kindled her desire. Oh, only if Amit was there and in a proper frame of mind! What had happened to him. The business tensions, the liasoning with government officials had all but killed his interest in good sex.

As per her habit, she stripped and lay down on the bed. What about tonight? She said to herself. Bhavu too would be there. Alone and asleep. She could go there, have some fun with him. He wouldn't even know that Simran had fun with him. All that she hoped was that Bhavu had not noticed the lipstick mark on his cock. She cursed herself for being so fastidious about the application of lipsticks, nail polishes etc. After having some fun with him she would come back and have fun with an appropriate brinjal; nice and black it was. As soon as she had seen it, she had decided that before going into the cooking pot, it would have to give her satisfaction. Just before the cook had gone to her quarters, Simran had quietly smuggled it into her room.

Soon there was darkness all around. Only the bedside light of Simran was aglow. She decided that it would be inappropriate to walk to Bhavu's room all naked. She opened the cupboard, took out the flimsy nightie, pulled it over her head and opened the door. She contemplated whether to take off her anklets and bangles too. The watchman might wonder the source of these noises since Lakshmi was not there but then she decided against it. Taking off the bangles was not very easy and it was not as if the watchman would be sitting with the ear to the wall of Bhavu's room. As quietly as a cat, Simran made her way to Bhavu's room.

Things appeared to be as they had expected them to be. Bhavu was sound asleep as she could make out from the light snores, emanating from his nostrils. She removed the bedsheet and yes, the object of her desire was there. Flaccid but inviting. Simran could feel herself getting wet. IF, if anybody could see her what would they think. However her conscience was clear. When Bhavu had fucked her, she had not asked him to. If he turned out to be a good fucker, well, she had only enjoyed it. Even now, she had come to please herself; not get fucked by him. As she rolled the foreskin back, she licked the head just as she had done the other day. Very slowly Simran clamped her lips around his cockhead and sucked. To her surprise a little precum oozed into her mouth. That was something Simran did not find unpleasant, so she savoured the taste and inadvertently her eyes found their way to Bhavu's eyes. Simran almost screamed when she saw Bhavu looking at her with a smile on his face. Thankfully she was not naked. She immediately disengaged herself.

'I...... I'll go.' She was at a loss for words.

'Without getting fucked?' Bhavu asked.

'Mind your language. That is not what I came here for.' She said.

'Well, then complete the blowjob at least.' Bhavu appeared to be relaxed.

'Look, Lakshmi told me that you sleep soundly and that is why she had brought me just to show me your.......' She could not bring herself to utter the word 'cock'.

'Cock.' Bhavu completed.' Well, did she also tell you to suck it?'

'I don't know what you mean.' She said suddenly becoming aware that he could see her nude body through the nightie and that her erect nipples were virtually poking out.

'Come on, shed this haughtiness. Surely you don't want an argument here. The watchman takes his rounds just behind this door and I don't think you would like him to listen to a debate on whether you want to get fucked or not. I have to fuck you and you know I will, so why act snooty? Didn't you enjoy it the last time? You did and so you are back.' He said getting up and pulling the the straps of the nightie off her shoulder. It fell into a heap at her feet. He quickly picked it up.

'I am kind of bored fucking Lakshmi right on this bed. Tonight your husband is out of town. I think it would be a good idea to have fun there. The last time it was not too good. Come on, don't look at me like that. I am not a rapist.' He laughed.

Simran knew that there was no way out. And the veiled threat about the watchman was also not misplaced. Like last time, this time she wanted him to do whatever he wanted and do it quickly. He seemed far more confident because she had come to his room. Silly stupid Lakshmi, he sleeps like a log!! My foot!!

They walked back to the room together, both nude, he behind her with his cock nuzzling between her ass cheeks. Once inside he kissed her on the lips and made her lie on the bed.

'You do want it, don't you. You want to feel what it's like to let yourself go completely; to feel yourself free of inhibitions. You want to have multiple orgasms,' Bhavu continued. Pressing his fingers down and in, he soon touched the little wisps of hair of her shaped pussy and could feel the moist, hot treasure right below. 'It feels so good to be free and nude; to be as naked as you are in front of your husband. Is it not exciting for me to be savouring all this again,' he whispered soothingly. 'Doesn't that feel good, Mem Sahib? Feel how your warm, wet vagina is uncovered and open; ready to be touched and kissed. You want that, don't you? You want to be kissed and licked and touched down there with a good fuck being the grand finale? Wouldn't it feel wonderful?' he murmured, lowering his mouth down to the little triangle tuft of dark hair. 'To have the lips of your sex touched and caressed by someone's mouth . . . like this.'

Simran felt his hot breath first and then an electric jolt surged through her every fiber as his lips made contact with her drenched opening. She could barely breath; her mouth and her legs fell open and she groaned softly, feeling him nibble and tease at her most sensitive area. Somewhere in the distance she heard the drone of an auto rickshaw, taking passengers to their destination, but the sound was no match for the thundering beat of her heart echoing in her ears.

Bhavu's hands slid under her thighs and pressed them apart. Then the flat length of his tongue lashed out and danced up and down her slick groove. Her body shuddered and her veins flooded with intense pleasure. She could feel her clit throbbing for attention and she unknowingly sent a prayer that his tongue would find it soon.

Then he saw the brinjal by the bedside and laughed ' I really appreciate your concern for your sexual pleasure but you could have easily called me. Sure, a brinjal is a girl's friend but so are things in flesh and blood.'

He inhaled her musky scent and stabbed his tongue deeper to taste the sweet nectar waiting. Hearing her gasp with approval above him, he spread her glistening vaginal lips open with his fingers while he lapped at her furiously, letting her luscious taste wash over his palate.

Simran gripped and clutched the cushion of the couch. Her aroused body was already stirring with the first tremors of orgasm. His mouth moved languidly on her, almost teasing her by not hurrying. She could feel the little button at the center of her sex throbbing and pulsing, aching for his touch. Finally he gave into her need and swiped his probing tongue directly over the pearl. Skyrockets went off in her head and her entire body went rigid against him.

She felt him moving around and then settling, but all she could concentrate on was the overpowering pleasure radiating out from between her legs. Another great shudder rocked her small frame as he intensified his tongue movements on her clit once more. He reached for and found one of her delicate hands and held it; interlacing their fingers, they squeezed and caressed each other, sharing another contact point of passion. Then he gently guided her hand over until her fingers touched him; first she could feel his wiry hair, then the solid column of flesh brushing against her knuckles and then her palm. His hand left hers just as his mouth and tongue began the final assault to bring her over the edge.

Reflexively she gripped her fingers around him tightly. Somewhere in her foggy mind she knew she held a large cock in her hand; it felt warm and rock hard, throbbing and twitching slightly against her soft palm. Her instincts told her to roll the foreskin back and to pump the velvety sensitive flesh, so she did . . . gliding her fingers up and down and feeling the ridges and contours of the veiny shaft.

His breathing was ragged and his stomach tensed as she jacked the flesh of his cock. He continued to lap between her legs hungrily. One long finger found her soggy opening and pressed deep inside, causing her churning hips to jerk off the cushion. Her hand tightened around his swelling shaft, and the fingers of her other hand tangled in his hair and pressed his head urgently against her squirming mound. Suddenly she cried out, jerking almost completely up off the couch until only the top of her head and her curled toes remained in place. Her tortured sex seemed to explode around his mouth with contraction after contraction sending deep waves of rapture flowing throughout her shaking body.

A soft, low moan escaped her lips and her eyes fluttered shut as she trembled with mounting desire. She could feel the last of her defenses drifting and melting away with his knowing touch and she couldn't help wondering as to how on earth a man like Bhavu had such perfect knowledge about a woman's orgasms.

He listened to her pant and whimper as he touched and prodded her pink folds, knowing she was getting close to going off again. He purposely avoided contact with her neglected clit, challenging himself to make her come without the easy trigger.

Simran's heart pounded and she fought to drag deep breaths into her scalding lungs. The overheated young wife was dizzy and she could feel strong contractions beginning to build up from her very core. Bhavu shifted lower on the couch, but she did not notice. His cock moved down past the cheeks of her perfect bottom and brushed against the back of her smooth thigh. The blunt, helmet-shaped head pressed insistently against her juncture, and her weary legs moved apart.

While one hand continued to stroke and finger her, his other hand reached down and grasped his straining cock. 'You are probably needing some kind of release from the intense sensations you are feeling now, correct?' he asked, as he positioned his pole at her entrance.

She nodded her head dumbly; there was a rushing sound in her ears and she felt almost feverish. Behind her, Bhavu flicked his hips forward and pressed the blunt head between her swollen lips. Simran groaned and pushed back against him to hasten his entry. All pretense of protest were gone now for her. All she desired was to be filled completely and to find the sweet release of her climax.

But Bhavu was not quite ready to give into her. ' Last time I could not give you as much pleasure as possible because sir, your husband, was angry. There is nothing like it if a husband cooperates, the way I do when somebody fucks Lakshmi. Believe me, it is mindblowing. Anyway, feel how partial entry only brings partial relief and makes you or for that matter any female want more,' he commented. Then he pushed only the tip of his thick shaft into her. Pausing there, he listened to her give a little whimper. His fingers continued to tease against her slippery lips, but he still avoided her clit. Gradually he began to move the head of his cock around her opening a little without pushing any farther inside. Simran tried to grind back against him unsuccessfully, and she bit her lower lip softly in frustration. 'Mem Sahib, relax! I just want to prolong your pleasure. Please notice how gradual entry changes your direct response,' he said calmly.

Simran moaned and waited for him to push up into her, but he did not move for a moment. At last he started to slide slowly into her. She held her breath as his thick, round shaft eased forward inch by inch. Her strong inner muscles gripped around him tightly, almost pulling his rod up into her steamy tunnel.

One of his hands reached up and massaged her breast. She could feel the soft, quivering flesh getting wet with her own juices. Arching her back, she crushed her tit against his fingers as they rolled and tweaked her turgid nipple. Her climax continued to build up as he pushed his cock deeper inside, and she wiggled her taut, round bottom back against his flat abdomen.

Finally he was fully inside her, buried to the hilt in her clutching wetness. 'Now that you have again experienced the satisfaction of full entry, I suddenly realized that this is something I shouldn't do.' he said, as he started to pull his length back away from her.

Her eyes flew open when she realized what he was planning. Afraid he was going to take his wonderful cock out of her again, she heard herself say, 'No, please!' With her sphincter muscles, she tried to grip him tighter inside to keep him in place.

'All right, if you insist.' Bhavu chuckled immediately pushing back deep inside her in one motion, then he pulled back partially and slammed back again. Simran threw her head back against his shoulder as the waves of her orgasm continued to crescendo within her. She shook and trembled when he began to thrust in and out with long smooth strokes.

As he fucked her with easy strokes, his fingers at long last pushed down and found the fleshy hood of her throbbing little bud. Grasping the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger, he gently rolled it back and forth, around and around, until she could stand it no longer.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened wide but no sound came out. Blinding light flashed in her head and her petite body convulsed in a series or orgasms, each stronger than the last. She clutched and grabbed desperately at the cushion beneath her, and every sleek muscle seemed to strain and freeze up.

Kneeling behind her, Bhavu began to quicken the pace of his strokes, driving solid and deep each time. A soft sheen of sweat covered both bodies as they rocked together in unison. The moisture caused Simran's hands to become slippery and one particularly vicious thrust suddenly forced her off the bed. Gasping, her eyes snapped open and she clawed out with a rush of adrenaline to break her short fall. Her fingers twisted into the soft carpet and planted there.

Watching and realizing she had recovered from the slip, Bhavu resumed his assault on her frayed senses. His fingers kept up the sadistic little game of tweaking her hypersensitive clitoris, while his hips pounded again and again with increasing speed and power against her rippling buttocks. Each savage thrust plowed his impressive cock deep into her tunnel, pushing the cock up against her cervix.

Holding her by both the breasts, Bhavu helped her come back to the bed, all the while ensuring the cock remained within the tight grip of her pussy.

Her head dropped down and her long, silky hair fanned out across the bedsheet. Simran's swaying breasts and burning nipples scbangd and slid across the soft fabric. Each time Bhavu twisted her secret button she would respond by grinding her ass back against him. Another in a long string of crashing orgasm was quickly building and ready to consume her.

It had been quite some time and Bhavu himself was rapidly approaching his own release. Grunting and sweating, he strained at his pleasurable work. His hard buttocks flexed and hollowed as he hammered away, feeling their slick flesh slap together faster and faster. His bloated balls swung heavy between his legs, ready to spray his molten seed in her furthest depths. He waited until her constant cries rose to the level that he knew could only mean she was having another wild orgasm. Then, while her tunnel pulsed and twitched around his pistoning shaft, he groaned out one last comment to her: 'And this is what we call a shared climax,' he hissed through clenched teeth.

Her eyes flew open and Simran tried to scream out in ecstasy when she felt him grip her hips firmly and slam into her one last time. But there was no sound from her parched throat. White-hot fluid rocketed into her with a powerful blast that triggered yet another numbing orgasm. Gasping, her body fully spent, she collapsed and fell away from him, sliding completely onto the bed. His cock reluctantly slipped from her slit with an obscene, wet smacking sound . . .his come seeped from her opening.

'Now, wasn't that good?' he asked a wicked smile playing on his lips.

Simran remained quiet for a while relishing the mindblowing orgasms she had just been treated to.

'I think you should leave.' She said briefly after a while.

'Sure, Mem Sahib. Why not? You have not been cooperative but your body has behaved very well. Anyway, I will go if you promise to help me live one of my fantasies.'

Simran realized that Bhavu was good only when he was busy fucking; otherwise he was a trifle irritating.

'What is it?' she snapped getting up and without realizing what she was doing, rubbed the cum that was oozing out from her pussy into her thighs.

He too got up. ' I want to fuck you and Lakshmi together.'

'Are you mad?' Simran sneered.

It was as if he did not hear. 'Tomorrow when she massages you, I will knock. Lakshmi will tell me to go away but you will call me in. You will want to see the birthmark. Then you will tell Lakshmi that her dream will come true. And don't bother. I will see to it that you get ample pleasure. I want you to lie on top of her and I want to alternate by taking one stroke in you and one in her. I am sure you will like it if you get rid of your prejudices.'

'Please, why?' she protested.

'Tomorrow or I will be nasty and you will realize that I can be very unpleasant as well. Don't make me threaten you. I don't like it.' He said menacingly and as he was about to leave, he came close to her, caught hold of her ass cheeks with both hands, pulled them up so that she was on her toes. He then ensured that her nick nipples were on his, while his cock brushed against the prickly hair of her pussy lips.

He thrust his tongue inside her and muttered. ' You are really sexy.' His hands all the time kneading her ass and his fingers gradually brushing against her ass hole.

'Actually there is nothing more pleasant than watching your own reflection sucking somebody's cock.' Bhavu said as he led Simran towards the dressing table. ' But before that let me examine you. Okay , stretch your arms overhead. Let me examine you. No hair under the arms, nice, very nice. A Mangalsutra in your neck. Good earrings. A diamond nose pin. A golden girdle around your waist, very expensive, no! But nice. Turn around. Oh nothing in your asshole. All it needs is a tight slap. Turn around again. Glass bangles on one wrist and gold one in the other along with a watch. And a combination of silver anklets and chain along with small toe rings. Nice red nail polish on your hands and toes. Now before I leave I want to give you the pleasure of watching yourself bringing me to orgasm.'

Simran was at a loss for words. This time it was lasting longer than it did the last time. Not only that Bhavu appeared to be far more relaxed. Firstly because she had gone to him; and secondly his wife was not there and neither was her husband.

'Why feel uncomfortable? An added advantage is that you will get to taste your own juices. This dilly dallying is something I don't understand about women' Bhavu sounded exasperated.

'Okay! I will give you oral. You must however not forget our relations. You are married and so am I. My husband will of course not like it and well, I am afraid that Lakshmi might lose the respect she has for me.' Simran said firmly.

Bhavu sniggered ' Never mind Lakshmi. When I fuck both of you together, she will in fact appreciate it. Now don't delay.'

Then, without warning, she opened her mouth wide and first her lips rolled the foreskin of his not-erect cock back and then they gulped the head of his shaft . As Bhavu fondled her sensitive tits and nipples, Simran forced herself to swallow every bit of his cock ,her lush lips brushed against his hairy base while her fingers involuntarily and gently busily played with his balls. Bhavu's happy moans and groans made sweet background music with Simran's lusty slurping sounds. She trembled as excitement engulfed her. What was she doing? It was one thing being fucked forcefully but here she was performing oral willingly.

There was nothing like the sensation of having his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. And she couldn't ignore the exquisite pleasure Bhavu was giving her as he expertly caressed her tits. The big round circle formed by her lips squeezed against the cock as she began moving her head back and forth, keeping in time with the gentle rocking of his hips, moving forwards and backwards a little further each time. His grip tightened as he began fucking her face. Simran nearly swooned with delight as Bhavu's cock nudged the back of her throat. She gulped involuntarily and readied herself for the sweet explosion of his milky cum into her mouth. She started sucking faster, furiously, not really knowing whether she wanted to swallow his heavy load or perhaps let him discharge over her bare breasts. However she was not really given the option to choose because like the last time, his fingers found their head behind her head and as he discharged in spasms, his hand held her head in a tight grip forcing her to swallow whatever his cock spat out.

Looking contented, Bhavu withdrew the cock and wiped it against her nipples.

'That was something, wasn't it?' he asked.

'Yes.' Simran smiled.

'Good that you smiled. Rest assured that my primary interest is in giving myself pleasure. Lakshmi is, good but well, who doesn't like a better pussy? I am not those types who would object to sir, your husband fucking her. When he husband misbehaved, that was a heaven sent opportunity. But while humiliating him, I could notice how you responded to proper stimuli. Be prepared for the day when I fuck the both of you together.' Bhavu seemed genuinely happy.

'I.... I still don't think it is a good idea.' Simran said in a small voice.

'If you don't agree, I will have to spread the word that I fuck you.' Bhavu's voice suddenly turned cold.

'OK.'

'Now here give me a kiss on your pussy.' Bhavu said as he thrust his tongue inside her still wet pussy. ' Ah, my own cum!' he said as he left the room leaving Simran thoroughly exhausted as she slumped in her bed for a long slumber.

The End