07-06-2022, 09:22 PM
The drive back is similar to the onward journey, and again it is Swati driving. Traffic is relatively thin this morning. Perhaps the morning commuter rush has abated, or maybe a sign of the holidays. Christmas was yesterday and there’s a week before the new year. Also, it is Thursday.
Ashok is drowsing again.
He drank too much at the Christmas dinner last night and of course he is hungover.
She limited herself to two drinks, and those too were spread apart over hours. She knew this would happen—she would have to drive, and therefore the relative abstention.
Swati is looking forward to the next week that she has off. She might have to do a couple of calls with foreign clients, but it shouldn’t take up too much of her time. She plans to spend time with Dhruv, some time to herself, perhaps a spa treatment. There’s a book she has meant to read for the longest time, and that too will be in the plans. Abhi too is off, so perhaps they will do a short trip, perhaps a date night. It has been a very long time since they’ve had one of those.
It isn’t the sex so much as the intimacy she misses.
The last couple of days and nights—from the day before Christmas, the day itself and the night that followed have mostly been in the character of a sex slave, a harem girl. Everyone, understandably, woke late on Christmas morning, and they were delighted to find small gifts for each of them under the tree that had magically materialized in the drawing room, complete with a lit fireplace. Mostly the gifts were sex toys or gag gifts, but it was fun nevertheless. The feeling the gifts evoked was of home and childhood, even though most if not all of them had ever had such a childhood. She supposed it was from reading all that western literature.
The morning, or what was left of it, was spent getting the feast together—mostly the womenfolk. They were all in the same harem style clothes they had started the previous evening. No servants were about. Presumably they had the day off or something.
As the women milled about in the kitchen, one or the other of the men would come in and pinch buttocks or cup breasts, sometimes sucking on exposed nipples, all in good fun of course. The previous night had been controlled debauchery, with most of the men getting together with most of the women at some point. Or so it seemed to Swati. So this was the lifestyle. Not too bad as things went.
At one point, Swati remembered Aparna bending over to take something out of the oven, and Baldev walkeds in. He was clad only in a pair of shorts—the house was centrally heated— and his muscles bulged under a generous matting of hair. He wasn't the hairiest man Swati had seen, but not by much.
Baldev walked over to Aparna and held her by the waist. In one swift motion he pulled aside her pants, exposing her nether regions. Swati was a little surprised to realize the pants had a generous slit in the back, and she checked it on her own clothes. Sure enough, there was a large slit there. A lot of material yes, but there was an opening where it mattered.
In the meantime, Baldev had dropped his shorts, a loose pair of boxers, and plunged his rampant cock into his sister-in-law’s cunt. She screamed a little, but then accommodated him, the pie in the oven forgotten. Swati went to the couple and squatted down between them, watching the action up close. She experimentally gave Baldev’s cock a few licks as it exited Aparna’s cunt, but she had to be quick because Baldev was going at a furious pace. IT seemd to her that all he wanted was to come. He was merely using Aparna as a cum dump, an easily available hole.
The remaining women went about their chores as though this was a daily occurrence, nothing to gawk at. But Swati saw Menaka and the others take peeks at the action from time to time. They must all have been exhausted from the nonstop sex last night, and yet here was Baldev for more.
Baldev pulled out from Aparna’s cunt and without ceremony pushed into Swati’s mouth. She was surprised but game and gave him a blowjob as well as she could, given his large size. She tried to deep-throat him, but it was impossible.
“Guk…guk…guk...” She went each time Baldev hit the back of her throat, and soon she was drooling all over his member.
“What a whore this girl is,” said Aparna as she watched the action, no doubt feeling a little left out.
Swati of course was in no position to reply.
Sudha from last night walked over and watched with interest. She caressed Baldev’s ass and fondled his large, low-hanging balls, and he grunted in pleasure.
Menaka said, “Man, these guys are insatiable,” and went on cutting her salad. Knives and sex don’t mix. Usually.
Last night, Swati, Pravin and Baldev had tried very awkwardly to fit her into a double penetration, and after trying for a while they had achieved the required configuration. The problem, it turned out, wasn’t Swati’s inability to accommodate the cocks. Rather, it had been Pravin whose erection failed. Swati had to coax him with her mouth and once he had regained his erection, they had made it possible.
She had felt fuller than ever before, mostly because of Baldev, but she had been double penetrated before, admittedly with a cock and a toy, but DP’d to be sure. She wasn’t sure if it counted or not. But there she was, getting a good reaming of her ass and cunt at the same time.
As she kneeled in the kitchen, blowing Baldev with Aparna occasionally getting into the action, her cunt started to lubricate again, and the insatiable itch hit her.
“Fuck me Ballu!” She gasped the words out and rose, grasping the kitchen island with both hands and presenting her backside to him, her holes framed enticingly between her round white buttocks. Aparna mimicked her action, and in a trice Baldev had two cunts or assholes to choose from for his pleasure. Four for the price of one.
That’s when Ashok and Abhi walked in to get refills of their whiskey and the situation devolveed into a free for all, right there in the kitchen.
A long honk startles her back to the present. There is a truck with Jai Mata Di written on it that wants to pass her, and she has inadvertently been blocking it. She shifts lanes—not that anyone drives in lanes here—and the truck overtakes her.
The driver, a heavily bearded Haryanvi from the looks of him, leers at her as he passes, and she is powerfully reminded of Baldev.
She is aware that her pussy is wet again.
Ashok is drowsing again.
He drank too much at the Christmas dinner last night and of course he is hungover.
She limited herself to two drinks, and those too were spread apart over hours. She knew this would happen—she would have to drive, and therefore the relative abstention.
Swati is looking forward to the next week that she has off. She might have to do a couple of calls with foreign clients, but it shouldn’t take up too much of her time. She plans to spend time with Dhruv, some time to herself, perhaps a spa treatment. There’s a book she has meant to read for the longest time, and that too will be in the plans. Abhi too is off, so perhaps they will do a short trip, perhaps a date night. It has been a very long time since they’ve had one of those.
It isn’t the sex so much as the intimacy she misses.
The last couple of days and nights—from the day before Christmas, the day itself and the night that followed have mostly been in the character of a sex slave, a harem girl. Everyone, understandably, woke late on Christmas morning, and they were delighted to find small gifts for each of them under the tree that had magically materialized in the drawing room, complete with a lit fireplace. Mostly the gifts were sex toys or gag gifts, but it was fun nevertheless. The feeling the gifts evoked was of home and childhood, even though most if not all of them had ever had such a childhood. She supposed it was from reading all that western literature.
The morning, or what was left of it, was spent getting the feast together—mostly the womenfolk. They were all in the same harem style clothes they had started the previous evening. No servants were about. Presumably they had the day off or something.
As the women milled about in the kitchen, one or the other of the men would come in and pinch buttocks or cup breasts, sometimes sucking on exposed nipples, all in good fun of course. The previous night had been controlled debauchery, with most of the men getting together with most of the women at some point. Or so it seemed to Swati. So this was the lifestyle. Not too bad as things went.
At one point, Swati remembered Aparna bending over to take something out of the oven, and Baldev walkeds in. He was clad only in a pair of shorts—the house was centrally heated— and his muscles bulged under a generous matting of hair. He wasn't the hairiest man Swati had seen, but not by much.
Baldev walked over to Aparna and held her by the waist. In one swift motion he pulled aside her pants, exposing her nether regions. Swati was a little surprised to realize the pants had a generous slit in the back, and she checked it on her own clothes. Sure enough, there was a large slit there. A lot of material yes, but there was an opening where it mattered.
In the meantime, Baldev had dropped his shorts, a loose pair of boxers, and plunged his rampant cock into his sister-in-law’s cunt. She screamed a little, but then accommodated him, the pie in the oven forgotten. Swati went to the couple and squatted down between them, watching the action up close. She experimentally gave Baldev’s cock a few licks as it exited Aparna’s cunt, but she had to be quick because Baldev was going at a furious pace. IT seemd to her that all he wanted was to come. He was merely using Aparna as a cum dump, an easily available hole.
The remaining women went about their chores as though this was a daily occurrence, nothing to gawk at. But Swati saw Menaka and the others take peeks at the action from time to time. They must all have been exhausted from the nonstop sex last night, and yet here was Baldev for more.
Baldev pulled out from Aparna’s cunt and without ceremony pushed into Swati’s mouth. She was surprised but game and gave him a blowjob as well as she could, given his large size. She tried to deep-throat him, but it was impossible.
“Guk…guk…guk...” She went each time Baldev hit the back of her throat, and soon she was drooling all over his member.
“What a whore this girl is,” said Aparna as she watched the action, no doubt feeling a little left out.
Swati of course was in no position to reply.
Sudha from last night walked over and watched with interest. She caressed Baldev’s ass and fondled his large, low-hanging balls, and he grunted in pleasure.
Menaka said, “Man, these guys are insatiable,” and went on cutting her salad. Knives and sex don’t mix. Usually.
Last night, Swati, Pravin and Baldev had tried very awkwardly to fit her into a double penetration, and after trying for a while they had achieved the required configuration. The problem, it turned out, wasn’t Swati’s inability to accommodate the cocks. Rather, it had been Pravin whose erection failed. Swati had to coax him with her mouth and once he had regained his erection, they had made it possible.
She had felt fuller than ever before, mostly because of Baldev, but she had been double penetrated before, admittedly with a cock and a toy, but DP’d to be sure. She wasn’t sure if it counted or not. But there she was, getting a good reaming of her ass and cunt at the same time.
As she kneeled in the kitchen, blowing Baldev with Aparna occasionally getting into the action, her cunt started to lubricate again, and the insatiable itch hit her.
“Fuck me Ballu!” She gasped the words out and rose, grasping the kitchen island with both hands and presenting her backside to him, her holes framed enticingly between her round white buttocks. Aparna mimicked her action, and in a trice Baldev had two cunts or assholes to choose from for his pleasure. Four for the price of one.
That’s when Ashok and Abhi walked in to get refills of their whiskey and the situation devolveed into a free for all, right there in the kitchen.
A long honk startles her back to the present. There is a truck with Jai Mata Di written on it that wants to pass her, and she has inadvertently been blocking it. She shifts lanes—not that anyone drives in lanes here—and the truck overtakes her.
The driver, a heavily bearded Haryanvi from the looks of him, leers at her as he passes, and she is powerfully reminded of Baldev.
She is aware that her pussy is wet again.
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