Adultery Indian Wife and the Maid's Husband by rupanita-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Everything appeared to be going dreamily when Simran heard loud noises outside. What on earth could have been going on, she wondered. The voices were that of her husband and he appeared to be very angry.

‘Lakhmi, I must go and see. Amit appears to be very upset.’ Simran said.

‘Okay, Mem Sahib. As you say.’ Lakshmi said winding up the massage by rubbing the remaining oil in Simran’s body by gently pulling her buttock cheeks apart and rubbing her oily fingers in the crack. For a fraction of a second they lingered on teasingly at the entry of her ass and then it was over.

Simran hurriedly put on the gown that she had discarded over her body and emerged from the room. She was quite perturbed and it did not bother her that her ample cleavage could be seen. With Lakshmi close on her heels she proceeded towards the place from where the voice was emanating and were just in time to hear the sound of a resounding slap. Both Simran and Lakshmi were aghast to see that the recipient of the slap was none other than Lakshmi’s husband Bhavdeep.

‘What is going on here?’ Simran asked no one in particular.

‘Ask this man. He is so thankless. We have employed both of them. Not only is he not sincere he answers back.’ Amit bellowed.

Bhavdeep stood transfixed to the ground and did not utter a single word.

‘Whatever the case may be you should learn to keep your temper under control.’ Simran spoke to her husband. She somehow felt bad at this crass display of crude power by her husband and that too in front of Lakshmi. What would a wife feel when she saw her husband being slapped!

‘I am fed up. You also lecture me.’ Amit spoke in an exasperated tone and marched out of the room.

Simran felt like consoling Bhavdeep and just as she approached him, she became conscious that her robe had just been tied with a cord and that under the robe she was completely nude. Her bare legs could be seen through the slit in the gown just as her cleavage. As she was becoming conscious of her state and was contemplating withdrawing, her eyes met that of Bhavdeep. She expected to find a feeling of hurt; instead she found a lusty feeling, a desire that was at the same time scary and endearing. By way of reflex action, Simran looked down at her feet and turning around swiftly walked to the privacy of her room. Somehow she felt a trifle disturbed. What disturbed her even more was that she did not feel contempt for the husband of her maid. This is preposterous, she told herself as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was glowing from the massage and it was hardly Bhavdeep’s fault that he had forgotten all about the insults heaped on him by her husband. Simran shuddered, and peeled off the gown over her slender shoulders. For a while she looked at her bare self in the mirror. As she saw her own birthmark hidden so tastefully by nature, she recalled what Lakshmi had told her about a similar mark’s existence on Bhavdeep’s cock. Even within the solitary confines of her room, Simran blushed and went to the bathroom for a shower.

That night Amit returned very late and was too tired and drunk to do anything. Simran wanted to speak to him but found that there was no point in trying. She expected Lakshmi to be sulking the next day but was pleasantly surprised to find that she was present in the house, in time. Simran was wearing the same gown that she had worn the previous evening. It was a gown that she was very fond of and although her mother-in-law had once or twice made disparaging comments about the fact that it revealed more than it hid, it was still a favourite of Simran.

‘I am sorry about yesterday.’she said in a small voice.

‘Why, Mem Sahib?’ Lakshmi appeared to be quite normal.

‘I mean Amit did not really behave the way he should have.’ Simran elaborated.

‘Oh, that. It is okay Mem Sahib. Bhavdeep is a very nice person. He likes Sahib a lot.’ Lakshmi said. ‘And you too.’ She added.

‘What?’ Simran was surprised.

‘Nothing, Mem Sahib. And you won’t believe what happened. At night, I told him that you are really beautiful and that you too have a birth mark like he does. He asked me how did I know and I told him that I had massaged you, that was how.’ Lakshmi said excitedly.

‘You told him that you had seen me nude?’ Simran was aghast.

‘Yes, Mem Sahib. What is wrong? I am a woman and I thought that it was perfectly okay to tell him that I had seen you nude. Did I do something wrong?’ Lakshmi asked innocently.

Simran did not know as to how to explain things to Lakshmi. First she goes and tells her husband that she has seen Mem Sahib nude, then she also tells him that he and Mem Sahib have a similar birthmark and that too in their private parts.

‘Nothing wrong. But what is the need to say such things?’ Simran said absent mindedly.

The day passed uneventfully. Amit was grumpy all throughout. He hardly had anything for breakfast and was busy throughout the day. He had taken another driver and Bhavdeep was left behind. Lakshmi too therefore went early but returned after two hours saying that since Bhavdeep had gone away because of some important work, she did not know what to do.

That night Simran wanted to please Amit, so she put on her sexiest nightie. It was a peach coloured one brought by Amit from one of his sojourns abroad. She applied erotic perfume on her pussy and underarms and on the back of her knees before wearing a diaphanous bra and G string panty which left little for the viewer’s imagination. She put on a dainty pair of silver anklets which were just right for a nice round of lovemaking, subtle enough to highlight Simran’s feminity. Tastefully applied nailpolish on her toes and hands made her look absolutely ravishing.

Amit did arrive at around 11 at night. He had to attend a party with some colleagues and did not appear to be in the best mood. However seeing his wife in such a lovely attire did lift his spirits a little. He went to the bathroom for a shower and by the time he returned, Simran had slid between the cold and crisp white sheets in anticipation of what should have followed.

Just as Amit was easing himself into the bed there was a sound from the drawing room. This appeared to be strange. The servants lived in the outhouse and there was no reason for anybody’s presence in the house. It could perhaps have been a cat or a mouse. This suspense lasted for barely a minute when Simran was appalled to see a well built man in a mask intruding into the bedroom. Simran was almost nude but thankfully in the bed. The mask was black in colour and hid the entire face except for the eyes and the lips. He was armed with a revolver.