“Not on my bum, you idiot! Kiss my asshole.” Narges yelled.
I immediately started pecking at Narges’s asshole with my lips as she fingered herself.
“Alright, enough!” Narges commanded. She then pushed me away and sat down on my bed, and parted her legs.
“Lick me, love.”
I meekly obeyed her. My cock was sticking straight out and swaying sideways. Narges knew I was so horny; I would do anything she ordered — which was the usual state of affairs anyway. My only reward was that at the end of it, Narges would allow me to suckle her boobs and give me a blowjob. Throughout my two year affair with Narges, she never allowed me to cum inside her – she had always said she was saving herself for her husband.
Suddenly there was a bump on the road, and my thoughts of my past as the fucktoy of my beautiful maid was broken. Immediately I was brought back to the present.
“Careful!” I ordered the rickshaw driver Fateh. “Go slowly!”
After some time, I asked Fateh, “I am looking for a woman named Narges from your village, do you know where she lives?”
I could see Fateh freeze. “Sahib, what do you need with Narges?”
“Oh, he knows her, perhaps.” I thought. Aloud, I replied, “She used to be a maid in the employment of my father, a long time ago. I have come to see how she is.”
“Oh!” Fateh resumed pedaling, coughing a sick cough as the road became uphill. “Sahib, Narges is my begum (wife), I am her husband.”
A pang of regret immediately flooded me. If Narges was now married, she would hardly agree to return with me to Kolkata to be my maid, and she would surely want to forget her past. I could see my fantasies of Narges and me, alone in a mansion in Kolkata for days, go up in smoke. I didn’t say anything, as Fateh cycled on and on until we were standing in front of a hut. He was tired and wheezing when he stopped in front of his residence.
It was a small hut, poorly constructed, made of mud and had a thatched straw roof. Inside were probably just two rooms — a main room to receive guests and a bedroom for the couple. A small kitchen was adjacent to the hut. Like all village houses, the bathroom was a little bit of walk away, in a stall by itself.
“Sarun!” Suddenly a shout of delight rang through the air as Narges opened the door and spotted me. She straight away ran past her husband and enveloped me in a bear hug. My face was crushed against her boobs as she held my head in her hands and sloppily kissed my cheeks.
“Oh, Sarun, darling! Smooch! Smooch! It’s really you. Smooch! Smooch! Oh my goodness, I never thought I would see you again. Smooch! Smooch!” She covered my face with wet kisses and pressed my lips to her chest. I drunk in her smell and sweat in ecstasy as I too hugged her back, wrapping my hands around her waist and giving her butts a squeeze.
Mmm! Her boobs smelled lovely. I drew my head back, giving her a big smile, and then kissed her a big sloppy kiss on each of her cheeks, before giving her ass a pinch. She squealed in delight. I noticed that her husband remained standing on the door steps, silently watching and saying nothing as I now openly groped his wife.