“Good.” Narges said. She turned to leave, but something made her turn back.
Then she beckoned Vidya to approach him. She did so and Narges told her to bend down.
“Get on all fours. Yes, like that. Good!” Narges approved of how quickly Vidya was obeying her now. “Now turn so that your ass points to the door. Now crawl back so that you are just a few feet from the door.”
Vidya did as she was told. Her butt was pointing to the door.
Narges then opened the door slightly.
“My husband Fateh will come here in about twenty minutes. Keep this door open and be in this very position when he enters. Be completely naked. I don’t want to hear that he saw a stich of clothing on you.”
“Yes, Narges.”
In about twenty minutes, Vidya had stripped so that she was now completely naked. She went down on all fours, just as Narges had ordered, and crawled back until her butt was a few feet away from the door. There she remained, like a dog, until Fateh opened the door.
“Very nice, Madam, very nice,” Was all he said.
“Thank you,” Vidya replied meekly. That was all the conversation they were to have.
Fateh squatted on the ground and brought his face close to Vidya and kissed her. Vidya was getting a little tired remaining on all fours, but she returned his kisses with enthusiasm. After all, Mr. Sarun had ordered her to completely satisfy the staff.
Fateh didn’t speak. He stood up and removed his clothes one by one. His penis was small, and as Vidya knew, Fateh was old — and his penis looked it. Still it was thick, waiting for some action. It was evident that he was looking forward to fucking Vidya — he was already aroused. After stripping completely, he started licking Vidya’s cunt lips furiously. Vidya began to moan.
This went on for about a minute, and then, Fateh walked around to stand behind her and entered Vidya’s cunt from behind, and commenced fucking her furiously. Even Vidya started to push her ass back into him. Pretty soon, Fateh had a good rhythm going and was porking my wife violently. With his second hand, he kept spanking Vidya’s ass cheeks. It was clear he had learnt a few things from watching Mr. Sarun.
Then suddenly, he removed his dick from her cunt and pressed it on her anus. There had been no lubrication, and Vidya feared he would hurt her — but Fateh was no Mr. Sarun. He pushed and pushed and soon he was completely in, his pubic hair brushing against her butt.
Finally, Fateh began to spurt semen and dump his cum into my wife. While he didn’t flood her insides like Mr. Sarun, the amount of cum he ejaculated was respectable. He pulled at her waist and held hard as he emptied his load into her gut. Then he withdrew. Vidya was in a delirium as she sank to the floor. As wordlessly as he had fucked her, Fateh left the room.
Imtia, being the younger man, was more adventurous.
“Here to fuck you, memsaab,” He announced as he entered the room.
Vidya by this time had gotten up, taken a shower and put on a bathrobe. Imtiaz reached for the sash of her robe and pulled. With the sash untied, her robe opened, displaying Vidya’s body from her huge breasts to her neatly shaved pubic area. As she reached behind her to regain the sash ends, Imtiaz slid the robe off her shoulders, which effectively locked her arms at her side. He put his arms around her and gave her a kiss. He then carried her to the bed, and rolled her on to it. She was now face down, with her arms still constrained by the partially open robe. Imtiaz by then had his own clothes off, and his cock was at full erection. Rolling her over and after running his cock up and down her slit, Imtiaz thrust his member into her.