Wife wants door open while having sex

[ashuezy2]

Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Myra: The generous host.
  
• Sagar: The obedient performer.
  
• Lata & Kishore: The shocked guests of honor.
  

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Scene 6

(The scene opens with Kishore and Lata frozen in the hallway. After a moment of terrified silence, Kishore nudges Lata forward, and they take a hesitant step into the doorway, framed by the light from the bedroom.)

Lata: (stammering) Madam... we... we didn't mean to...

Myra: (smiling warmly, as if greeting guests at a party) Hush now. Of course you meant to. You were drawn by the sound of pleasure, like moths to a flame. There is no shame in that. Welcome. I'm so glad you came. Please, make yourselves comfortable.

Kishore: Comfortable, Madam?

Myra: Yes. You are my guests for this performance. Now, Sagar, you've kept our guests waiting long enough. Let's not be rude. My nipples are getting cold.

(Sagar, who had been watching the servants with an amused smirk, immediately lowers his head and takes one of Myra's nipples into his mouth again, sucking audibly.)

Myra: (letting out a long, theatrical moan) Ah, yes. Much better. He is very good at this, isn't he? It takes practice.

(She looks directly at Kishore and Lata. Her eyes are glittering with a dark, playful fire.)

Myra: It must be difficult for you both. Just standing there. Watching. Feeling things in your own bodies and being forced to ignore them. That's not fair, is it?

(Kishore and Lata look at each other, then quickly look away, their faces burning with shame.)

Myra: I remember last time, Kishore. You were so excited you almost couldn't control yourself. You had to stop. Such a waste of a good feeling. We can't have that happen again.

(She shifts slightly on the bed, making Sagar groan as he moves to her other breast.)

Myra: So, tonight, I am giving you a gift. There are no rules in this hallway for you. You are my guests, and you must enjoy the show in your own way.

Lata: (a confused whisper) Madam?

Myra: (her voice drops to a seductive, conspiratorial tone) You are free to do what you like. If you want to touch yourselves, you may. If you want to touch each other, you may. Unbutton your clothes. Take out your cock, Kishore. Put your hand down your pants, Lata. Whatever you desire. Your only rule is that you must not leave, and you must not be silent. I want to hear you enjoying yourselves. It will make this so much better for me.

Kishore: (a desperate, quiet whisper to Lata) She means it. Lata... she really means it.

Lata: (whispering back, her voice shaking) We can't, Kishore. It's a sin. Ram Kaka said...

Myra: He is right, Lata. Disobedience is the only real sin in this house.

(Her voice, calm and clear, makes them both jump. Kishore, his face a mask of determination and lust, slowly brings his hand to the button of his trousers.)

Kishore: I'm sorry, Lata. I have to.

(He unbuttons his pants and, his eyes locked on Myra, pulls out his hard cock. He begins to stroke himself, slowly at first.)

Lata: (a choked gasp) Kishore...

Myra: (her voice a pleased hum) Very good, Kishore. Very obedient. Now you, Lata. Don't let him have all the fun.

(Lata looks from Kishore's hand moving rhythmically, to the scene on the bed, to Myra’s expectant eyes.
With a small sob of surrender, she slides her hand under her kameez, her fingers finding her own breast.)

Myra: That's it. That’s my good girl. Now, both of you... I want to hear you. Breathe. Moan. Let me know you're enjoying my gift.

(Kishore’s breathing becomes heavy, his eyes fixated on Myra's chest where Sagar is still lavishing attention.)

Kishore: (his voice is a breathless, awestruck groan) Madam...

Myra: (without taking her eyes off him) Yes, Kishore? Tell me.

Kishore: Your breasts... they are so big. So perfect. The most beautiful things I have ever seen.
(Sagar stops what he's doing and lifts his head, a single drop of saliva clinging to Myra's red nipple. He looks at Kishore with a raised eyebrow.)

Sagar: He's a bold one, my love.

Myra: (laughs, a low, throaty sound of pure triumph) He has excellent taste. Thank you for the compliment, Kishore.

(She looks directly at him, her eyes promising a world of sin.)

Myra: Since you admire them so much... perhaps, if you are a very good boy, I will let you have a taste later.