Dutifully Fateh took out a polythene packet from my bag.
“Why don’t you take the items out and put it on the bed?” I told him. “It’s a few items I picked up for your spouse.”
“Yes of course, sahib.” He was the ever dutiful servant and host.
I continued to watch, laughing silently. Fateh hesitated as he picked out a white brassiere from the bag and put it on the bed. Then he brought out satin lingerie and it too went on the bed. He continued to empty another couple of bras and then a few panties on the bed from the bag.
“What do you think?” I picked up one of the bras and held it out. “Do you think it will fit her?”
“I… I… I think so.” Fateh stammered, looking extremely uncomfortable.
I stretched out the bra, “Do you think it’s too large, Fateh? No … I don’t think so. Your wife does have large boobs, right?”
“I… I.. yes, sahib.”
I enjoyed his discomfort, and picked up a panty.
“What about this Fateh? Do you think her butts will fit into these?”
“Y… yes, sahib.” Fateh was now sweating. I noticed he had developed a bulge in his lungi.
So my guess was right — he was a pervert who enjoyed the thought of his wife with another man. Or at least another man talking about his wife’s big boobs and butts.
“Hmm,” I picked up another bra. “This should go well in contrast with her skin complexion, what do you think? She is a little dark around the nipple…”
What Fateh thought I wouldn’t know, as he was saved from answering by Narges squealing in delight as she entered the room and saw the expensive underwears.
“Oh, Sarun! These are for me, oh thank you! Smooch! Smooch!” Narges hugged and kissed my cheeks. “These look great!” She dropped her pallu and her sari soon fell on the floor, so she was just dressed in a blouse and petticoat, her belly and navel exposed for all to see. Fateh gulped as Narges picked up the bra and held it on top of her blouse.
“Oh, it fits perfectly! Thank you darling!” She kissed me again, and then, with her arms around me, turned to chastise her husband.
“Learn from him, husband! He knows how to give proper gifts to a woman! When was the last time you bought me something nice like this?”
“I am sorry dear…” Fateh started to say something, but Narges would not hear it.
“Get out!” She ordered her husband out of their bedroom. “Your sahib and I want to sleep now. Go!”
Fateh left the room to make his bed on the other side of the partition. Narges turned to me. “Sarun, do you want me to wear one of these?” She pointed at my gifts.
I bit my tongue. What was I to say? Let me explain.
For the longest time I wanted to fuck Narges. She was a constant presence in my wet dreams and many a times I had jacked off to her. Yet, while she had been our maid, and we continued to have our sexual trysts, she clearly wore the pants in that affair. I was used strictly for her pleasure. What I got out of that relationship was seeing a beautiful goddess like her in the nude, and having the good fortune to suck on her tittiies and kiss her gigantic ass, and, when she allowed me to, paw her breasts. She always permitted me to cum, and sometimes, when she was in a good mood, even gave me a blow job, but it was always after I had managed to satisfyher.