Wife wants door open while having sex

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Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Myra: The goddess making promises.
  
• Sagar: Her high priest.
  
• Lata & Kishore: The stunned worshippers.
  

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Scene 7

(The scene opens in the immediate, ringing silence after Myra’s shocking offer. Kishore’s hand is frozen on his cock. He stares at Myra, his mouth hanging open, unable to process what he just heard. Lata lets out a small, sharp gasp.)

Kishore: (stammering) A... a taste? Madam? You... you cannot be serious.

Myra: (leaning back into the pillows, the picture of calm authority) I am always serious when it comes to pleasure, Kishore. Sagar is enjoying them. Why shouldn't a true admirer be rewarded for his devotion?

Sagar: (chuckles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand) You've broken the boy, Myra. Look at him. He can't believe his luck.

Myra: It is not luck, my love. It is a reward. A prize to be earned. The night is still young, and I have not yet decided if he has been a good enough boy.

(Hearing this, a fire ignites in Kishore’s eyes. The shock is replaced by a desperate, frantic energy. His hand begins to move again, much faster and harder than before.)

Kishore: (panting, his voice thick with need) I will be a good boy, Madam. I will be the best boy.

Lata: (a shocked whisper) Kishore, stop!

Myra: Let him be, Lata. He is trying to earn his prize. You should be trying to earn one too. Or are you happy just to watch him win?

(Lata looks at Kishore, then at the confident, smiling Myra. A flicker of something – jealousy, desire, desperation – crosses her face. Her own hand, which had stilled, begins to move again under her clothes, more deliberately this time.)

Myra: That's better. A little healthy competition. Now, Sagar, let's give them a proper show to inspire them. Get between my legs again.

(Sagar moves over Myra, and she wraps her legs around his waist. He doesn't enter her, but just hovers over her, their bodies close.)

Myra: That's it. Now, watch, you two. Watch me and my husband. And come for me. I want you both to come right now. Your pleasure is the price of admission.

Kishore: (a loud, guttural groan) I'm close, Madam! I'm so close! Watching you... thinking of your promise...

Lata: (a series of soft, sharp moans escape her lips) Oh... oh... oh...

Myra: Now! Both of you! Come for your Memsahib!

(Kishore cries out, his body arching as he erupts onto his own hand and the floor. A moment later, Lata stiffens, her head falling back with a silent, shuddering gasp.)

(They both stand panting, spent, in the doorway. Sagar slowly lowers himself onto Myra.)

Myra: (her voice is dangerously soft) A very good boy, Kishore. And a very good girl, Lata. You both earned a reward. But there is only one first prize.

(She looks at Kishore.)

Myra: Clean yourself. Then, you may approach the bed.