Wife wants door open while having sex

[ashuezy2]

Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Myra: The director of the play.
  
• Sagar: Her lead actor.
  
• Lata: The captive audience.
  

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Scene 4

(The scene opens with Lata frozen in place, Myra’s question hanging in the air like a guillotine. Tears well up in Lata’s eyes, and a small sob escapes her lips.)

Lata: (her voice breaking) Yes, Madam.

Myra: Yes... what? Speak clearly, child.

Lata: (tears streaming down her face) Yes, Madam. We were... we were watching. Please, Madam, please don't fire us! Kishore didn't mean any harm... I didn't... We just heard the sounds and we were curious. We are so sorry! Please forgive us!

(Myra looks at Sagar, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across her face. She reaches out and gently tilts Lata’s chin up with one finger.)

Myra: Forgive you? My dear girl, there is nothing to forgive. Curiosity is not a crime. And you shouldn't be sorry for wanting to look at beautiful things.

Lata: (confused) Madam?

Myra: You didn't do anything wrong. But hiding in the hallway... that's for children. If you want to watch, you will watch properly.

Sagar: Myra, what are you doing?

Myra: I'm educating her, my love. Now, Lata. You are not to leave this room. You will stand right there, at the foot of the bed. And you will not look away. Do you understand me?

Lata: (trembling) I... I don't...

Myra: Do you understand me?

Lata: Yes, Madam.

Myra: Good girl. Now, where were we, Sagar? Ah, yes. I believe you were about to worship my body. With our guest watching.

Sagar: (a grin spreading across his face) Our guest. I like that. She looks so scared.

Myra: She'll learn. Now, kiss me. Start with my neck. I want Lata to see how your lips feel on my skin.

(Sagar leans over and begins kissing Myra’s neck and shoulders. Myra lets her head fall back, her eyes closing slightly, though she occasionally glances towards Lata to make sure she is watching.)

Myra: That's it... slowly. Now my breasts. Take one in your mouth. Be rough. I want to feel your teeth again.

Sagar: (muttering against her skin) And what about our guest? Does she see?

Myra: (moaning softly) She sees everything. She sees how you make my nipples hard. She sees how my body arches when you bite me. She's learning what a woman wants.

Lata: (a tiny whisper) Please... may I go?

Myra: (her eyes snap open, sharp and cold) No. I told you to stand there and watch. Now be silent. Sagar, I want you on top of me again. But this time, face her. I want her to see your face when you are inside me. I want her to see your eyes.

(Sagar moves, positioning himself between Myra's legs, propped up on his elbows. He is directly facing Lata, who quickly looks down at the floor.)

Myra: Lata. Look up. Now.

(Lata slowly, fearfully, raises her head. She is met with Sagar's intense, dark eyes as he slowly pushes into his wife.)

Myra: (a loud, sharp gasp) Yes! Just like that. Do you see, Lata? Do you see how he fills me? This is what a husband does. This is what a man does. Watch his face. Watch his control. He won't cum until I tell him to.

Sagar: (speaking to Lata, his voice low and steady) You should not be ashamed of watching, little bird. This is life. This is pleasure.

Myra: Don't speak to her. Just fuck me. Let her watch. Harder. Make the bed shake. I want her to feel it in her feet.

Myra: (panting, her voice a commanding cry) That’s it! Harder! Make me scream, Sagar! I want Lata to hear what a real orgasm sounds like!

Sagar: (grunting with the effort) Look at her, Myra... she's not even blinking. Her eyes are so wide.

Myra: She is learning. She is seeing what pleasure looks like. Do you see this, Lata? Do you see the sweat on your master’s back? He is working hard to please me. A man must always work hard to please his woman.

Lata: (a soft, involuntary whimper)

Myra: That's it, little bird. Let the sounds out. Tell me, Sagar, how does my pussy feel? Describe it for our guest.

Sagar: It feels... like hot, wet velvet. It's gripping my cock so tightly... trying to milk me dry.

Myra: And my breasts? Are they beautiful while they bounce?

Sagar: They are perfect. I want to put my mouth on them.

Myra: Not yet. We have to give Lata the full view. Now... I want you to lift my legs up. Put them on your shoulders. Yes, like that. Higher.

(Sagar adjusts, lifting Myra’s legs onto his shoulders, exposing her completely to Lata's shocked gaze.)

Myra: Now you can see everything, can't you, Lata? No secrets. This is where you came from. This is where all pleasure begins and ends. It is not something to be ashamed of. It is something to worship.

Lata: (whispering to herself) Oh my god... oh my god...

Myra: Your gods are not in this room, child. I am the only god in here tonight. Now, Sagar... I want you to cum. But not inside me. I want you to pull out. I want you to spill your seed all over my stomach. I want Lata to see your offering.

Sagar: Are you sure?

Myra: Do it. Let her watch. Let her see the mess we make for pleasure.

(Sagar quickens his pace, his breathing becoming ragged.)

Sagar: Myra... I'm close... I'm so close...

Myra: Do it now! Pull out! Show her!

(He pulls out at the last second, groaning loudly as he erupts over Myra's belly and breasts. They both lie there, panting, covered in sweat and semen. Lata stares, her hand covering her mouth.)

Myra: (after a moment, her voice soft and husky) You see, Lata? It's messy. It's beautiful. It's real. Now... pass me my silk robe from that chair. Your master is tired. Help me cover myself so he can rest.

Lata: Madam... your robe.

Myra: (her voice is a soft purr) Don't just hand it to me, child. Dbang it over me. You can touch me. I don't bite. Unless I'm asked to.

(Lata swallows hard and gently lays the robe over Myra’s body, her fingers accidentally brushing against Myra's semen-slick skin. Lata flinches but Myra just smiles. The robe covers her.)

Myra: There. Thank you. My husband is sleeping now. We tired him out. But you and I are going to have a little chat. Sit.

Lata: On the chair, Madam?

Myra: No. On the floor. Right here, beside my bed. I want to see your face.

(Lata nervously sinks to the floor, tucking her feet under her. She stares at her hands in her lap.)

Myra: Look at me, Lata. The show is over. Now we talk about it. Tell me what you saw tonight.

Lata: I... I saw you and Sahib...

Myra: No, no. Don't be vague. I want details. I want to know what it looked like through your eyes. What was the very first thing you saw when you peeked through the door?

Lata: I saw... Sahib kissing your breasts through the black lingerie.

Myra: And then?

Lata: You... you took it off... and you got on your hands and knees. And he was behind you. I saw him push his... his thing inside you.

Myra: His cock. Say the word, Lata. It is just a word for a part of the body.

Lata: (whispering) His cock.

Myra: Good. What else did you see?

Lata: I saw the sweat on his back. I saw the way your hips moved... back and forth. I heard the noise of your bodies hitting. It was a slapping sound.

Myra: It is a beautiful sound, isn't it? And what about the end? The part just now. Describe that to me.

Lata: You made him... pull out. He came all over your stomach. It was white and thick.

Myra: Yes, it was. Now for the most important question, Lata. How did watching all of this make you feel?

Lata: I was scared, Madam.

Myra: I know you were scared. But what else? Underneath the fear... what did you feel in your body? Down there, between your legs. Tell me the truth.

(Lata is silent for a long moment, tears welling in her eyes again.)

Lata: (ashamed) It was... wet, Madam. I felt wet. And warm. And when you screamed... I felt a shock inside me. It... it was exciting. I am so sorry, Madam, I am a bad girl.

Myra: (leaning forward, her voice soft but firm) No. You are not a bad girl. You are a woman. And you felt pleasure. Never, ever be sorry for that. You did nothing wrong tonight. You looked. You felt. It is natural.

Lata: But... I am a servant.

Myra: In this room, you are a woman first. And I am your teacher. You need to learn about these things. So this is my promise to you, Lata. From now on, the door to our bedroom will always be open.

Lata: (looking up, shocked) Always?

Myra: Always. When you hear us, you do not need to hide in the hallway with Kishore. You are welcome to stand where you can see. You have my permission to watch. Do you understand?

Lata: (her voice full of awe) Yes, Madam. I understand.