Adultery Indian Wife & Second Encounter by rupanita-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Things gradually settled down to a normal routine. The event was largely forgotten and if the culprit was not apprehended it was because of Simran. Lakshmi used to take good care of her but to her own surprise Simran did not feel traumatized as perhaps bang victims should have felt. If anything she remembered how he had made her go on all fours and had entered her from behind and that it was not as unpleasant an experience as it should have been. It was a moment that brought back many memories and Simran herself did not go whether to keep it as a pleasant souvenir in her mind or to attempt to banish it altogether.

Bhavdeep was also around smug in the belief that he had been a source of such pleasure to Mem Sahib albeit forcefully and that she would not betray him. After all except for fucking her, he had not hurt her or misbehaved her. He also knew that Simran realized the reason why he had chosen to do what he had done: to humiliate Amit.

One evening Lakshmi said to her, 'Mem sahib, if you don't mind, may I say something?'

'Sure, why not?' Simran replied breezily. She was wearing a short T shirt that highlighted her pierced belly button and a pair of shorts. She was looking so young and attractive that it was difficult to say that she was a married woman.

'Mem Sahib. I had a very strange but erotic dream. Should I tell you what it was?'

'Of course. A dream is a dream. Why should I mind?' Simran replied.

'Mem Sahib, I asked you because you were in it but Sahib was not.'

'What difference does it make? Come on, now. Tell me.' Simran was curious now.

'I dreamt that this birthmark of yours was not there on your thigh. In fact you went to get it tattooed. And when you reached the shop, he asked you to strip. That is natural and you stripped. But instead of tattooing it, he took you to a room where a man was lying. The man asked you to sit on top of the man, so that when the lovemaking would start, he would tattoo you.' Lakshmi replied slowly.

'Forget the dream. If it gave you pleasure, what is the harm whether I was there or somebody else was there?' Simran replied.

'What disturbed me, Mem Sahib was the man. You know who he was?' Lakshmi's tone was conspiratory.

'Who?'

'Bhavdeep, Mem Sahib. You sat atop him and before my eyes, he started making love to you. The man then started tattooing you and you were enjoying the lovemaking so much, you did not even notice the pain.'

'What rubbish! Are you in your senses? Why should your husband make love to me? This is ridiculous.' Simran sounded angry.

'Forgive me, Mem Sahib. I merely told you what I had seen.' Lakshmi said in a small voice. ' Actually Mem Sahib, you are so pretty with and without clothes that I always keep imagining you in all romantic situations.'

Simran felt a strange frisson of excitement. Was Lakshmi a psychic? How had she come to know that it was her husband who had fucked her.

'When you say made love you mean......' Simran left the word unsaid.

'Yes, Mem Sahib. If you want to listen, yes, you climbed on top of the bed and he was fully erect. He did not do anything. How can I imagine that he would do something to you? You guided his erection inside you and sat down with a content expression on your face.' Lakshmi completed the dream.

Simran threw her head back and laughed. 'Okay, so that is it. Anyway. Keep this dream to yourself.'

'Mem Sahib. I...... I was so excited that I told this to Bhavdeep.' Lakshmi replied apologetically.

Oh God! What the hell am I getting into? Simran thought. 'Why did you have to tell him? What will he think? Anyway what is over, is over. Now go and do your work.' Simran snapped.

'Okay, Mem Sahib. Just as you say. But Mem Sahib, just one thing.' Lakshmi said. 'Mem Sahib, I had told you that he has a mark very similar to the mark that you have. If you want, you can see it.'

'What is wrong with you, Lakshmi? You want me to come and ask Bhavdeep to take off his pant so that I can see whether that mark is similar to mine or not?' Simran sounded exasperated.

'No, Mem Sahib. Not at all. How can I think of something so stupid? Mem Sahib, he sleeps nude like you all. I feel shy so I don't. And he sleeps soundly. Very soundly. You can come and see it and he won't even know.' Lakshmi said with a smile.

'I.... I don't think I would like to.' Simran was confused.

'Don't be afraid. Mem Sahib. Just for fun. Please. It will take just fifteen minutes. I will call you when I am sure he is asleep. As it is Sahib has gone out of town, so there shouldn't be any problem.'

'Okay, I'll see.' Simran said. She felt odd. What was happening? First Lakshmi sees an unusual dream and then offers to show her husband nude? How could she tell Lakshmi that not only had she seen Bhavdeep nude, she had been made to suck that cock, forced to swallow the cum and that that very cock had fucked her.

Dinner naturally did not interest Simran much. After dinner she stripped, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was one of the rare women who couldn't find something to dislike about her body. Her hair was dark black and shoulder length. Her arms and legs were a deep golden tan, while her breasts and belly were a pale white. Her skin was unblemished, she had never had a mole, wart, or a pimple. Her pubic hair matched the hair on her head, black and she kept them shaped. Simran had a thin waist, with a smooth, flat belly, except for a slight, sexy bulge under her pierced navel. Her hips were well rounded and they curved out from her waist. She was proudest of her breasts. They were large for her small figure, making her look over-proportioned. They curved upwards proudly capped by her half-dollar sized nipples. Her areola were brown with a pinkish tinge. When erect her nipples poked out half an inch. She quickly showered. Since the massages had started, she was not too bothered about emerging nude from the bathroom. If at all any of the servants did see her nude, so what! It was unlikely that all would be rapists and if they were not, well they would certainly enjoy the sight.