Imtiaz was in no hurry and he settled into a slow rocking motion. Vidya’s clitoris swelled along with her vagina lips. Then she felt her womb tighten and vagina wall constrict. She lifted her legs high and whispered, “Push, Imtiaz! Push it all in me!”
This time her orgasm lasted well over six minutes. She came again just before Imtiaz drained his dick into her. Later that night, as Mr. Sarun alternated between fucking her thoroughly and spanking her severely, Vidya would reflect that she just had one day — Saturday — left before she was flying home on Sunday.
“Actually,” Vidya told me after I had typed up the above statement, “that afternoon wasn’t the only time the servants fucked me.”
“Oh.” I replied. “What other time?”
“Actually, they had sex with me again later that same evening,” Vidya recounted. “Remember, Imtiaz usually picked you up around 6 or 7 pm. But that evening, both you and Mr. Sarun were at work, and you called and told Imtiaz to pick you both up at 9.30 pm.”
“Yes, I do remember.” I recalled. “We were just finishing up the project.”
“Yes.” Vidya replied. “So anyways, after the afternoon fucking, I slept for a bit. I woke up around 5 pm, refreshed and ready for the evening (and night). I was actually glad that my body, and my poor vagina and my poor ass, was getting a break from Mr. Sarun. I freshened up, and had just put on my dress. Actually, let me correct that. What I had on was my bra, with my blouse on top, and my petticoat (no panties, of course, as per Mr. Sarun’s instructions). I was just about to put on my sari when there was a knock on the door.”
I could picture the scene — my wife, looking sexy in her blouse and petticoat, her midriff bare and her navel and tummy exposed — answering the door.
“It was the servants — Fateh and Imtiaz.” Vidya continued. “I was surprised; I certainly wasn’t expecting them.”
“Imtiaz barged in and immediately apologized. ‘Memsaab,’ he said. ‘I … we were wondering if you will allow us to fuck you again.’ I was shocked, to say the least. The man was blunt and crude.”
“So I immediately asked, ‘Isn’t Mr. Sarun home? Aren’t you going to pick up my husband, Imtiaz?’ He then replied that you had called and said to pick both of you up at 9.30 pm, so we had some time.”
“Hearing that, I couldn’t really find a reason to say no, and they could see it. They pushed themselves into the room, and shut the door. I guess I could have said no, but I wondered if they would have listened. They had that hungry wild look in their eyes. Besides, I had been told by your boss to satisfy his servants. And also, darling, I wanted them to fuck me. Something about being used as a chattel by two servants turned me on completely. And let’s face it, darling, they may not have Mr. Sarun’s cock, but they were still bigger than my husband.”
“They pushed me to a sofa in the room and immediately their hands were on my blouse. ‘Let’s get these babies out, memsaab!’ said Imtiaz, and soon one of them undid my blouse buttons and it was on the floor. I guess it must have been Imtiaz; he took the lead and Fateh was happy to follow. Then one of them unclipped my bra, and my puppies sprang free.”