* * *
The next morning, I woke up late. It was almost lunch time, and it was a Monday in India. I knew tonight I had to work from 7 pm to about 3 am, so I could synchronize with Ottawa's Tuesday working hours. Gopal was in the kitchen with my wife, and he was busy chopping some carrots.
"Bhola." I said, as I walked into the kitchen. "This afternoon can you make the bed in my office room."
"Yes, sahib."
The third bedroom in the condo was the one I was using as the home office. It had a desk on which I had set up my laptop and home office stuff, and also a bed.
"I am going to be working with my office till about 3 am," I told Bhola. "I might just sleep there instead. My wife will be sleeping in our master bedroom and I don't want to disturb her. So ... I want you to clean and dust the office room properly."
"Yes, sahib."
Neetu was also in the kitchen, near the oven, stirring some dal. She was wearing a sari again. Clearly, she still didn't want to wear lingerie or nighties at home, for some reason. I walked up to behind her and hugged her from behind.
"Oh." She grunted, as I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pressed myself against her back, and kissed the nape of her neck. "Someone had a good night's sleep."
I continued to kiss her, even as my hands went upwards to her boobs.
"Oh Gopal!" Neetu sighed, even as I tweaked a nipple.
"Sahib." Gopal coughed uncomfortably. "Why don't I go and make your bed now in your office!"
"Bhola!" I ordered. "Continue chopping your carrots. Haven't you seen a man kiss his wife before?"
Or grope her boobs.
"Er ... as you say, sahib." Bhola croaked.
I continued to kiss the nape of my wife's neck and fondle her boobs. Neetu was now moaning rather loudly. I knew she was very sensitive about being kissed in the nape, and of course very receptive to her boobs being fondled. Through the corner of my eyes I saw that Bhola was watching us, even as he worked.
"You are wearing a blouse, Neetu." I commented, as I touched my wife's nipple. "And a bra."
"Well, duh, babe." Neetu murmured in reply.
"It's so hot in the kitchen." I commented. "Your boobs are sweaty, my love. I don't want you getting a rash."
"How can I wear a sari without a blouse and bra!" Neetu laughed.
"Bhola." I momentarily turned to Bhola. "Isn't it common in India for women not to wear a blouse or a bra? And just drape the sari over their breasts?"
"Er ... yes, sahib." Gopal was watching me curiously as he answered. This time he didn't stammer as much. I guess he was growing comfortable with me flaunting my wife around to him.
"Darling." I turned back to Neetu. "If you want to wear a sari, you can't wear a blouse or bra."
"Gopal!" Neetu exclaimed in mock horror.
My hands were on my wife's boobs. Very quickly, I flicked a couple of times, and the buttons on the blouse popped open. As I was behind Neetu, I simply caught hold of her arms and pulled the blouse downwards from the back. Helpless, Neetu could just stand there as I took off her blouse completely.
"Here, Bhola, catch." I tossed the blouse at my servant, who caught it.
"Now, your bra." I turned back to my wife.
"Please, babe." Neetu pleaded. "It's so embarrassing. Not in front of Bhola."
"It's ok." I told her. In one move I flicked open her bra from the back. "As Bhola said, women in India often just wear the sari, drawing it over their bosom. No blouse, no bra."
The bra fell to the floor. I bent down and picked it up and tossed it to Bhola.
"Put them in the washing machine." I ordered him. "And you," - I turned back to Neetu - "From now on ... if you are wearing a sari, no bra, no blouse. I don't want you to get any rash."
As Bhola watched, I patted my wife on her buttocks, and then pinched her ass and gave them a slight jiggle.
"Understood, Neetu?"
"Er ... yes, my dear."
* * *
The day passed rather uneventfully. Neetu worked around the house dressed only in the sari, as I had instructed her. Several times I saw Bhola try to catch a peek of her cleavage, especially from the side. Given that my wife's boob size was generous, especially after the two pregnancies, if you now stood beside her and glanced at her, a lot of side boob was now visible. Neetu however took care to tuck in the sari around her bosom, always trying to make sure her breasts were covered. Well, as modestly as she could while wearing no bra or blouse. I think she got comfortable in the end, especially because it was so hot in the kitchen.
After lunch we watched a movie, and then had tea on the terrace. Later in the week, we had plans to go out and explore the city, but today, we were taking it easy. After tea, Neetu suggested to me to go to our bedroom.
No sooner had we closed the doors we rushed towards each other. We could hardly keep our hands off each other, and very soon we were both naked and fucking. It was wild and passionate, and when I was ready to cum inside her, this time Neetu didn't stop me. I ejaculated inside my wife and remained inside her for a long time.
Who knew this would be the last time I would ejaculate inside her for a long time!
* * *
The sound of a rooster crowing loudly woke me up. I slowly rubbed my eyes and took a look at my cell phone for the time.
It was 8 am. I had worked till about 4 am in the morning and then had fallen asleep on the bed in my office room. I had barely the energy to walk back to our bedroom, and I expected to sleep till at least noon. And yet, the stupid rooster had woken me up.
I better go to the loo and then go back to sleep, I thought. I wonder if Neetu and Bhola had hooked up last night.
I knew that Bhola had gone to bed by around midnight, same as Neetu. Even as I worked, they both had gone to their respective rooms, and soon Neetu was fast asleep. Poor Bhola was going to be disappointed if I worked late every night - which I was going to - because of North America's time zones.
I got out of bed, stretched, and slowly opened the door.
"Mmm ... Bhola."
I froze. The sound of the words, uttered by my wife Neetu, suddenly stung at me and pierced my heart. It was early morning, and she was in Bhola's room, in his arms! The door to his room was open, and I could hear them both inside. Slowly, my sleep now completely gone, I tiptoed towards my servant's room and peered in.
SMOOCH!
Both of them were lying on the bed, and they were kissing. The covers were pulled up to their waists, but I could tell that they were both naked. As Bhola kissed my wife, his one hand squeezed a boob, while the other went inside the covers and smacked Neetu on her ass.
SMACK!
SMACK!
"Oh, Bhola!" My wife purred.
"You are such a slut, memsaab!" Bhola rebuked her. "Do you know in our village in Chennai, we still talk about you?"
He was talking about my ancestral village that we had visited for the wedding.
SMOOCH!
They kissed again.
"Tell me, Bhola." My wife murmured. "What do they say about me in your village in Chennai? Neetu ... the batchalan aurat!"
Bhola was now stroking and rubbing her everywhere.
"No one names their daughter Neetu in the village anymore." He told my wife. "Everyone knows about that night, and your name is now synonymous with being a slut, a whore, memsaab."
"Oh." Neetu murmured. I could see that she was very aroused now, even as they kissed again. "That sounds ... so ... dirty!"
SMOOCH!
"We have whorehouses there in the red-light area." Bhola continued, even as his hands played with my wife's breasts. "They now give something called 'the Neetu experience'. Which means 8 to 9 men can pay the madam to gangbang a young local hooker together. That is 'the Neetu experience', named after you, memsaab."
"Oh, Bhola. You are kidding."
"No, I am not." Bhola grinned, as he began to tweak my wife's nipples while squeezing her buttocks at the same time. "Back in the village, if a woman is dressed immodestly, we say she is being a 'Neetu'. Many of our streetside prostitutes now call themselves Neetu, memsaab! You are quite famous, my slut. Even now some of the villagers ask me if ever the Canadian randi memsaab will visit the village again."
"Oh, Bhola." Neetu sighed. I could see that she was getting heavily aroused by all this talk. "What will happen if I ever visit the village again?"
"The village panchayat will just pick you up from the street, memsaab." Bhola chuckled. "You will be locked up in some room, away from all the ladies, until every man in the village has ravaged you and had his way with you."
"Every man in the village? Oh Bhola! You are making me so horny."
As one of Bhola's hands continued to grope Neetu's huge breasts, while the other rubbed her between her legs, my wife started to cum right there.
"OOOOH Bhola!"
Bhola waited until my wife was done before he leaned in and calmly raised a hand.
SLAP!
He slapped my wife. Again and again. And she let him.
SLAP!
"You are such a slut, memsaab."
SLAP!
"Your poor husband has no idea what a batchalan aurat you are!"
SLAP!
"You are a married lady, and yet you are here on your servant's bed, fucking him."
SLAP!
"You should be ashamed of yourself! Getting aroused at the thoughts of being gangbanged by old villagers."
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
I could see Neetu's fair skinned cheeks now bearing the red streaks of a dozen slaps. Bhola sat up in bed and pushed Neetu's heads towards his knees. My wife knew immediately what her lover wanted. She pulled the covers down until Bhola's huge cock sprang out and hit her on the face. Neetu smiled eagerly and opened her lips.
I watched as my dear wife started to suck our servant's giant cock. Slowly at fast, and then more frequently. Bhola held her firmly by the hair, even as she continued to deep throat his cock.
SLAP!
Bhola slapped her again.
"Do my asshole, slut!"
"Yes, Bhola."
I saw Bhola turn around until he was lying on his tummy, his buttocks now up. To my surprise, my wife buried her face between his ass cheeks!
"That's it, saali." Bhola crooned, as he spread his legs. "Lick my asshole."
For almost ten minutes I watched as my wife shamelessly rimmed my servant, running her tongue up and down his rectum.
"Ok, randi." Bhola finally commented, turning around and once more patting Neetu's cheeks. "Time for your morning fuck. But before that ..."
SLAP!
SLAP!
I could see that Bhola was now very hard. Neetu grabbed a condom from the side table, tore open the packaging and put it on his throbbing hardness. Bhola then positioned my wife on the bed so that she was now on her back, her legs spread eagled. My servant stretched his arms, looked at my eager wife, and with a grunt, he quickly mounted her. In one smooth move, Bhola plunged all of his hardness into her.
"OOOOH BHOLA!" Neetu cried out, as she was penetrated deeply. "AAAAH!"
It did not matter that Bhola was wearing a condom - it was clear that my wife was already having an orgasm, a powerful one. Bhola was now plowing in and out of her, bucking his hips wildly, slamming into her again and again.
"Oh yes! OH YES! OH YES!" Neetu continued to moan as our servant pummeled into her.
Suddenly Bhola stopped fucking her. My wife, her orgasm just ending, looked at Bhola in surprise.
"Get ready, my bitch." Bhola told Neetu, calmly raising his hand again.
SLAP!
"You are a batchalan aurat - a cheating whore."
"Oh yes, Bhola. I am."
SLAP!
"You are a married woman who defiles her own marital bed with her servant!"
"I am a slut, Bhola."
SLAP!
"Your husband worked hard all night, and now is sleeping, not knowing his slut of a wife is banging the servant."
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
He slapped her again quite a few times, leaving dark red marks on her cheeks, insulting her, and shaming her, as I watched, rubbing my own hardness with my hand. Then, with a grunt, Bhola started to cum in her, inside the condom.
Neetu's eyes were closed as she was in the wild throes of an orgasm herself. I could see her toes were fully curled and her nipples erect. Bhola continued to grunt and flex, ejaculating in the condom. Finally, after what must have been at least a minute or two, their bodies both stopped moving and laid still.
I knew I couldn't go to the washroom now. The noise would give me away. I had to wait until Neetu was back in her own room. Somewhat slowly I started to walk back towards the office room.
* * *
Three days later, I woke up near about lunch hour. If you were keeping track, this was Thursday. It was less than a week since we had landed in Pune, even though a lot seemed to have happened.
After freshening up, I went to the kitchen. My wife was there, dressed in only a sari - no blouse, no bra! She was busy marinating chicken, while Bhola was peeling some onions.
"Hi, dear." I told her, getting behind her and slipping my arms around her.
"Hey, babe." My wife wriggled her body, trying to get out of my grasp. "Had a good sleep?"
"Oh yes." I was puzzled. Even as I tried to kiss my wife's neck, she moved out of the way and continued to marinate the chicken. It was clear that while for the last few days she had been ok with my attentions, today she wasn't as receptive.
"What are you making today?" I said once again pressing myself against her back and this time moving my hands forcefully to her hips.
"I am making chicken biryani." Neetu answered. Even as I kissed her neck, she remained stiff, almost reluctant.
"OK, that sounds good." I said, giving up trying to have my way with her, and walking to the fridge. "What can I get for some breakfast?"
"Bread is there, you can make toast." Neetu answered. "Bhola can make you an omelette."
"Ok."
Somewhat puzzled at her cold behaviour, I sat down at the dining table in the kitchen, even as Bhola started to make my omelette and chai.
Of course! I realized. Neetu was still upset that I hadn't 'come out' to Bhola.
Earlier this week I had removed her blouse and bra in front of Bhola and displayed her cleavage in a sexy manner to our servant, so she had ignored the fact that I had gone another day without telling Bhola I knew he was banging my wife. But a couple of days ago, as Bhola had recounted how the village treated the word 'Neetu' as a shameful word, and stories of her wanton ways was prevalent in our village, my wife was once again reminded that she was the cheating wife, and the villain, and I the poor simpleton. So today she wanted her pound of flesh - for me to 'come out' to Bhola.
Unless I played another sexual game with her, of course.
Soon Bhola served me my breakfast, and I tucked into it with relish.
"I am going to take a shower." Neetu coldly told me as I took a sip of my cup of tea. For a second, I grappled with the idea of just tugging her pallu and pulling the sari away from her bosom, so just exposing her breasts to Bhola in my presence, but perhaps that would be too much.
"Memsaab." Bhola asked. "Do you want to sort the pantry today, as you wanted?"
"No, Bhola." My wife answered. "I am just feeling so tired. Every part of my body is paining. Some other day, perhaps."
Of course she was tired. Non-stop sex with a stud for a few days will do that to you.
I watched as my wife walked away from the kitchen towards our bedroom.
An idea suddenly popped into my head as I finished my tea.
"Bhola." I said, standing up. "I feel our bedroom is getting a little dusty. I want you to clean and then mop the floor."
"Yes, sahib."
Leaving aside the onions, Bhola washed his hands and went to get the sweep and the mop and the bucket. I walked towards our bedroom.
My wife was inside the attached bathroom, taking a shower. I could see her clothes on the bed. A new sari, and panties, all laid out on the bed. I walked to her closet and opened it. Bhola by this time appeared in the room and started to sweep the floor.
After looking around the closet for some time, I took out a satin negligee for Neetu to wear. The dress was quite small, coming to just above her knees, and quite translucent, not to mention body hugging. I then picked up the sari that she had placed, folded it, and placed it back in the cupboard.
Bhola by this time had finished sweeping the floor and started to mop it. This was when Neetu, dressed in only a towel wrapped around her body, opened the bathroom door to re-enter the bedroom.
"I ... Bhola ... eek!" Neetu gave a little scream and rushed back into the bathroom. Bhola looked at me.
"Sahib, maybe I better come back after memsaab has dressed herself." He told me.
"No, wait." I told him. "This is ridiculous. It's just you, Bhola."
I walked up to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Neetu, my love, what happened?"
"Can you ask Bhola to leave?" Neetu spoke.
"No, he's cleaning." I told her. "It's just Bhola, my love. Just come out and get your dress."
There was a small pause, and I could almost hear the wheels and gears grinding in my wife's head. Then I saw the doorknob turn, and the bathroom door open.
She came out, wrapped in the towel, almost defiantly. She glanced around the bed for her sari, and saw that it was not there, but the lingerie was. Looking at me with a smile, she grabbed the negligee, and disappeared back into the bathroom.
"Bhola." I turned to my servant. "You are ok with your memsaab walking around the house in a negligee, are you?"
"Er ... sahib." Bhola smiled, somewhat nervously. "I am just your servant, sahib. Who cares what I think?"
"Still." I laughed. "You are a man working here and living with us, so I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
"Sahib!" Bhola answered. "I have worked in households where the wives wore even less than this, so don't worry!"
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Less than that flimsy negligee?"
"I am just a servant, sahib." Bhola shrugged. "Many people I have worked for just think of me as a piece of furniture. I have had wives even change in front of me without hesitation. Fully nude, sahib."
"Hmm." Suddenly I had another idea to deal with Neetu's tiredness. "Bhola, seeing that you are comfortable with women ... and ... um ... nudity ... I wonder if you will do something for me. For Neetu, that is."
I stopped speaking because Neetu just emerged from the bathroom, wearing her negligee. She looked like a dream. The nightdress clung to her body, accentuating her ample bosom and her shapely hips. The dressed finished just above her knees, showing us a lot of the milky white flesh of her thighs. Neither Bhola nor I said a word as we just watched her emerge, walk confidently towards her dressing table and grab a hairbrush. As she turned around, we could see just a little bit of her bum as she bent over and then straightened up. Neetu brushed her hair for a couple of minutes, applied a little make up, and then glanced at us. Giving us a smile she then left the room. The whole time no one spoke.
"Sahib." Bhola finally spoke. "I am definitely ok with memsaab dressed like this."
"She is definitely a beautiful and a sexy woman, isn't she?" I crowed. "And her gaand ... I am such a lucky man, Bhola."
Bhola gave me a look and then nodded.