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He dreams of his wife with another man … but is it just a dream?
ON HER BACK on a bed of fallen leaves, under a canopy of trees, their boughs thick with younger leaves and bent with the swollen fruit of a long, hot summer, my wife’s naked body arches. Her breasts thrust upward, as succulent as the green mangoes that hang perilously overhead. Above her, his naked body between her splayed legs, his thickly muscled arms stretched out, the bulging head of his thick, long, dark penis sunk into her flesh, the dark-skinned young man grunts and, flexing his buttocks, drives his hips forward. Beneath him, my wife gasps thickly, her mouth opening wide, her head arching back. Her hands dig into his tough, rounded biceps. Her legs spread wider. Her hips heave eagerly upward. Her feet climb up the backs of his thighs.» more «
A young woman recounts her first sudra naukar experience.
LIKE SO MANY NOW IN OUR GROUP, my first sudra lover was a servant, a naukar. I was just past 18 at the time. I was still a virgin which isn’t uncommon at all in Indian society. If anything, it’s the rest of my life that’s been unusual.
Mum had had an horrific accident five or six years earlier that left her pretty much in a vegetative state. Dad seemed devoted to her and to us — I mean he was always there for her, attended to her every need but I suspected he had his affairs. I didn’t resent him for that.
But it was a quiet and gentle life on the whole. We lived in a quiet neighbourhood in those days, me and my parents and younger sister. Home was a nice large ground floor flat with every convenience and gadget, separate bedrooms for my sister and me, and a lovely little garden that was my joy and passion. I’d worked at it since I was 12 and it looked really pretty. Over time I had put in a little rockery and garden lights hidden in the flower borders and lighting the big fragrant jasmine and frangipani trees, a little garden swing. We had a nice stoop or porch, too, where we’d sit in the evening, Dad with his magazines and newspapers, me with a book and Madhu humming to something on her Walkman. Most days we’d bring Mum out in her wheelchair, too, and converse normally with her. That’s what the doctors had advised, so we followed that, trying to include her in our daily lives.» more «
The household at play
IT JUST WASN’T FAIR.
After that wonderful fuck when she returned from leave, Abhay had gone back to spending more time with his other women than with Kavita. He had fucked her only a couple of times in the month since. Her fellow maid, Kamla, got it every day, and the third, Radha, who was the oldest of the three, at least a couple of times a week. And there were others, Leela and Hansa and Nalini and Kamala, Rajshri and even the washerwoman, Hema.» more «
A maidservant and her sahib
KAVITA HAD LOST WEIGHT, but looked good, very good: the plumpness of soft city life had gone, leaving her trim and slender. The outdoors had darkened her skin noticeably. Her complexion glowed with good health from the fresh air of her village.
She smiled hugely when Abhay took her hand and pulled her onto his lap. He grinned at her in delight. She’d been away a month and he’d missed her.
“How are you?” he smiled.
“Very well, saheb,” she said almost shyly.
He chuckled. “Missed me?”
She blushed and ducked her head. He turned her face to his. She didn’t resist. Her body melted in familiarity and her face tilted up to his. He caressed her face with the back of his hand, stroked her glossy hair, drawn in a thick bun behind her head, held by a dark scrunchie band, gently slid his hand down to her slender waist. He felt the swell of her high, round breasts pressing against his chest.» more «
A lucky servant gets to bed the two daughters of the house …
A THIN RIVULET of sweat started at Kuntal’s throat and trickled slowly between her breasts. She groaned loudly, arching her back slowly, steeply, thrusting her lovely breasts upwards, turning her face to one side.
“Oh ma uhhhhh yes!” she called. “Yes … oh god yes … fuck me! Fuck me, lover … ohhhhh uhhhh yes … OHHHH uhh OHMA uhhhh OHHHH!”
Bent over her on his knees and outstretched arms, the handsome young servant bit his lower lip and slowly sank his throbbing penis into her hot, wet, tight cunt. Deeper and deeper it went and the young girl whimpered, her hips rising to meet his in descent, her head arching back now, radiant with lust. Her cunt convulsed on his erection and the servant gasped, flexing his buttocks and pushing and squeezing his cock deeper still into her soft flesh. Her legs split wider, her feet climbed the backs of his thighs and her fingers dug into the hard, bulging muscles of his biceps.» more «
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