Wife wants door open while having sex

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Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Myra: The connoisseur.
  
• Sagar: The eager new owner.
  
• Lata: The offering, unveiled.
  
• Kishore: The ghost, weeping.
  

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Scene 13

(The scene opens with Lata on her back, having just turned to face Sagar. He is propped on an elbow, looking down at her, his eyes dark with hunger. Myra is sitting up beside them, an empress watching the games.)

Myra: That's it, little bird. Open your eyes. Look at your Sahib. He has a gift for you.

(Lata’s tear-filled eyes flutter open and meet Sagar’s intense gaze. He doesn't smile.)

Sagar: (his voice is a low, rough command) Show me your tits, Lata.

(Lata flinches and instinctively crosses her arms over her chest, clutching the thin cotton of her uniform.)

Lata: (a terrified whisper) Sahib... please...

Myra: You are not in a position to say please or no, little one. Your Sahib has made a request. You will obey him. I want to see them too. Take it off.

(With a shuddering sob that racks her whole body, Lata’s trembling fingers go to the hem of her top. She slowly, agonizingly, pulls it over her head, revealing a simple, slightly faded cotton bra.)

Myra: (her voice is analytical, like a critic at an art show) Look at that, Sagar. She’s wearing that simple cotton
kameez we give the staff. And underneath… just a plain, cheap cotton bra. Nothing at all like my silks, is it? It's so… functional.

Sagar: I want to see what's under it.

Myra: Of course you do. The bra, Lata. Take it off now.

(Lata reaches behind her back, her fingers fumbling with the clasp. After a moment, it comes undone. She lets the straps fall and slowly removes the bra, her arms staying crossed over her chest.)

Myra: Don't hide yourself. Put your arms down.

(Lata lowers her arms to her sides, exposing her breasts fully for the first time. She squeezes her eyes shut in utter shame. The room is silent for a moment.)

Myra: (a low, impressed whistle) Oh, my. Well now. Look what our little bird has been hiding under that drab uniform. They're magnificent, Sagar. So full and heavy. Those aren't a servant girl's breasts; they're a goddess's. At least a 32DD, wouldn't you say, my love?

(From the doorway, there is a soft, choked groan of pure anguish. It is Kishore.)

Myra: And look at her nipples. They're so dark and puckered. She's terrified, but her body... her body is ready. It knows what's coming.

Sagar: (his voice thick with lust) They are perfect. I want to put my mouth on them.

Myra: Patience, my love. We must unwrap the whole gift before we play with it. Let's see the rest of what we have bought. Lata, the salwar. Take it off.