Wife wants door open while having sex

[ashuezy2]

Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Myra: The Queen on her throne.
  
• Sagar: The King, making a proclamation.
  
• Lata: The offering on the altar.
  
• Kishore: The ghost at the feast.
  

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Scene 11

(The scene opens with Lata’s finger moving hesitantly inside Myra. Myra is breathing in short, sharp gasps, her eyes closed.)

Myra: Yes... just like that. You learn so fast, Lata. But you are too far away. I want to feel your warmth. I want you next to me.

Lata: (her voice is a monotone, devoid of will) Next to you, Memsahib?

Myra: On the bed. Climb up now. Lie beside me. Don't stop what you are doing.

(Kishore, from the doorway, lets out a sound that is half a gasp, half a sob. He watches in utter disbelief as Lata, moving like a sleepwalker, pulls herself onto the massive bed.)

Myra: Here. In the middle. That's right. Now, give me your hand again. Find me.

(Lata settles onto her side between Myra and Sagar, who moves to make room for her. She slips her hand between Myra's legs again and resumes her task. Sagar moves up close behind Lata, his body spooning hers.)

Sagar: (his voice a low rumble, right by Lata’s ear) She fits perfectly, my love. As if this space was always waiting for her.

Lata: (flinches as she feels Sagar's warm breath on her neck)

Myra: Shhh, little bird. Don't be frightened. Sahib is just saying hello.

(Lata feels a single finger begin to trace a line from her shoulder, down her arm. She shivers.)

Sagar: Her skin is so smooth. She trembles like a leaf. I wonder... is she enjoying this? Let's find out.

(His finger drifts to the hem of her kameez and slips underneath, tracing a line up her back. Lata gasps as his fingertip makes contact with her bare skin.)

Myra: She is very sensitive. We will have to be gentle with her. At first.

Sagar: She feels so good, Myra. So new. She learns whatever you teach her. A perfect student. A perfect toy.

(His hand moves to her hip, his thumb stroking her waist.)

Sagar: May be we can have her.

(Myra is silent for a moment, the only sound being her own quickening breath as Lata’s finger continues its shy exploration. Then, she lets out a low, triumphant laugh.)

Myra: Have her, my love? What a wonderfully greedy thought. I think... looking at her right now, lying in our bed, with her finger inside of me and your hand on her... I think we already do.