Wife wants door open while having sex

[ashuezy2]

Characters:

• Kishore: A young male servant.
  
• Lata: A young female servant.
  
• Ram: The older head servant.
  

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Scene 2

(The scene opens on the ground floor, in the large, spotless kitchen. Ram is polishing silverware. Kishore is chopping vegetables, and Lata is kneading dough. Faint, rhythmic moans drift down from the floor above.)
Lata: (pausing, her hands covered in flour) Do you hear that?
Kishore: (stops chopping) Hear what?
Lata: That noise. From upstairs. Is Madam okay? It sounds like she is... in pain.
(The sound comes again, louder this time, a clear moan of pleasure.)
Kishore: That is not pain, Lata.
Ram: (without looking up from his work) That is none of your business. Keep your eyes on your work and your ears closed.
Kishore: I'm going to look.
Ram: You will do no such thing! Do you want to lose your job? Have you lost your mind?
Ram: Fools. You are both fools. When Sahib throws you out on the street, do not come crying to me.
Kishore: He won't throw us out. He won't even know. Let's go.
(Kishore and Lata sneak out of the kitchen and tiptoe towards the grand staircase. Ram shakes his head and resumes his polishing.)
(Upstairs, the hallway is quiet except for the sounds coming from the master bedroom. Kishore and Lata creep up the final steps, their hearts pounding.)
Lata: (whispering) Kishore, I'm scared.
Kishore: (whispering) Shhh! Look. The door... it really is open. I can see inside.
Lata: What do you see?
Kishore: Oh my gods... Lata... look.
(They huddle together, peeking through the gap in the doorway. Inside, Myra is on her hands and knees on the bed, her sheer lingerie doing nothing to hide her body. Sagar is behind her, his hands gripping her hips, thrusting into her.)
Myra: (loudly, clearly enjoying herself) Harder, Sagar! Fuck me like you mean it! I want the servants to hear!
Lata: (gasping, covering her mouth) She knows!
Kishore: She wants us to hear... Look at her... she is looking at the door! She is looking right at us!
Lata: She can't see us. It's too dark out here. Oh, Kishore... look at them. Sahib is completely naked.
Kishore: And Madam... that black thing she is wearing... you can see right through it. Her breasts are so big.
Sagar: (groaning) You're so tight, Myra... they can probably hear us all the way in the kitchen.
Myra: Good! Let them listen. Let them imagine their beautiful memsahib being taken like an animal! Slap my ass, Sagar!
(Sagar smacks her backside, the sound echoing in the hall. Lata flinches.)
Lata: He hit her!
Kishore: She told him to. Look at her face... she is smiling. She loves it.
Lata: Her body... it's so white. And her hair is all messy. She looks so... wild. Not like the Madam we see downstairs.
Kishore: This is what rich people do. Look at the bed... the silk sheets are all tangled.
Myra: I'm close, Sagar! I'm so close! Don't you dare stop! I want to come so hard that Lata feels the whole house shake!
(Lata and Kishore look at each other, their faces a mixture of terror and arousal.)
Lata: She said my name.
Kishore: She knows we're here. She has to know. This is a game for her.
Lata: What do we do? Should we run?
Kishore: No. Don't move. Just watch. Look at how he holds her hips... how he pushes into her again and again.
Lata: I feel dizzy. It's... it's too much.
Kishore: But you can't look away, can you?

Myra's moans are getting louder and higher-pitched. Sagar is grunting with effort. Kishore and Lata are still pressed against the wall, peeking through the open door.

Myra: (screaming) I'M CUMMING, SAGAR! OH GOD, I'M CUMMING! FILL ME UP!
Sagar: (roaring) MYRA!
Lata: (whispering, shaking) Kishore, their sounds... I've never...
(She turns to look at him and sees his hand moving at his crotch, outside his pants.)
Lata: Kishore? What are you doing with your hand?
Kishore: (breathing heavily, his eyes glued to the scene) I can't... I can't help it, Lata. Look at her. Just look.
Lata: Stop it! That's not right! We shouldn't be here, and you shouldn't be... doing that!
Kishore: I can't stop.
(He unbuttons his pants with his free hand. The sound of the zipper is loud in the quiet hall. He pulls out his erect penis.)
Lata: (gasping, her eyes going wide) KISHORE! Put that back! Are you crazy? What if Ram Kaka comes up? What if they come out?
Kishore: (stroking himself slowly) Shhh. They won't come out yet. Look... Madam is still shaking.
(Inside, Myra is collapsed on the bed, her body trembling. Sagar is still inside her, breathing hard.)
Myra: (panting) Did you hear me? I hope the whole neighbourhood heard me.
Sagar: (kissing her sweaty back) They heard you in the next city, my wild girl.
Lata: (staring at Kishore's hand moving on his penis) You have to put it away. Please.
Kishore: Just... just watch them with me. It feels so good. She is so beautiful.
Lata: It's wrong. We are servants.
Kishore: She wanted us to see. She said your name, Lata. She wanted you to see her like this.
Lata: Why are you doing this?
Kishore: Seeing her... like an animal... it makes me feel like an animal too.
(His hand moves faster. Lata can't tear her eyes away from his hand, then his face, then back to the couple in the room.)
Myra: (her voice recovering) Again, Sagar. I want to go again.
Sagar: Myra, I need a minute. You've drained me.
Myra: No. Pull out. I want to feel you on my skin. I want you to cum all over my back. Let the servants see it.
Lata: (a small whimper escapes her lips) Oh, god.
Kishore: (groaning) He's pulling out... Lata, look.
(Lata looks. Sagar withdraws from Myra and positions himself behind her again.)
Lata: What is he doing now?
Kishore: He's going to... to spill his seed on her. Like a farmer in a field.
(Kishore starts stroking himself much faster, his hips moving slightly.)
Myra: Do it now, Sagar! Now!
Lata: (looking at Kishore) It's... it's so big. I've never seen one before.
Kishore: (panting) I'm... I'm close, Lata. I am going to...
Lata: Here? You can't! The floor...
Kishore: I can't hold it!
(Inside, Sagar groans loudly, his body tensing. At the same moment, Kishore lets out a muffled cry, his own body convulsing. He spills his semen onto the marble floor of the hallway.)
Lata: (frozen in shock, staring at the white puddle on the floor) You made a mess.
Kishore: (breathing hard, leaning against the wall for support) I... I'm sorry.
(From inside the room, Myra's voice comes, clear and amused.)
Myra: Did you hear that? I think one of our little mice got a little too excited.
(A moment of dead silence in the hallway. Then, Sagar's low chuckle.)
Lata: (grabbing Kishore's arm, her eyes wide with terror) They know. They heard you. We have to go! NOW!