Yesterday, 07:45 PM
Title: The Open Door Policy
Characters:
Scene 1
(The scene opens in a lavish bedroom. Myra is on the bed, drɑped in a sheer black piece of lingerie. The door is closed. Sagar enters, stops dead in his tracks, his briefcase dropping to the floor with a thud.)
Sagar: Holy... Myra? What is this? I thought I had a meeting summary to read.
Myra: (patting the silk sheets beside her) The meeting has been moved. To this room. And you're the only attendee.
Sagar: (walking closer, his eyes devouring her) You are going to be the death of me. I can see everything. Every perfect curve. The shadow between your legs. Your nipples are so dark... so hard.
Myra: I was hoping you'd notice. Are you going to just stand there and stare, or are you going to close that deal?
(Sagar practically lunges for her, kissing her deeply. He rips off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt with frantic hands.)
Sagar: You have no idea what you do to me. I was in a boardroom full of people, and all I could think about was coming home to you. And now this... It's like you read my mind.
Myra: I have my ways. Now, lose the clothes. All of them. I want to feel your skin against mine.
(He complies, his expensive suit falling in a heap. He climbs onto the bed, his hands exploring the sheer fabric covering her.)
Sagar: This feels like sin. I want to tear it off you.
Myra: Not yet. I want you to appreciate the packaging before you unwrap the gift. Kiss me. No, not my lips. Lower.
(He trails kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, his mouth finally closing over one of her breasts through the transparent material.)
Myra: (gasping) Yes... just like that. Suck it. Harder. I want to feel your teeth.
(As he gets rougher, Myra's hands go behind his head, pulling him closer. Her legs wrap around his waist. He moves between them, rubbing his erection against her.)
Sagar: I can't wait anymore, Myra. I need to be inside you.
Myra: Wait.
(She pushes him back gently. He looks at her, confused, his breathing heavy.)
Sagar: What? What's wrong?
(Myra smiles, a wicked, playful glint in her eyes. She slides off the bed, her body a perfect silhouette against the light. She walks to the bedroom door and clicks it open, leaving it ajar by several inches.)
Sagar: Myra! What the hell are you doing? The servants... Ram, Kishore, Lata... anyone could walk by!
Myra: (walking back to the bed, her hips swaying) I know.
Sagar: Have you gone crazy?
Myra: (climbing on top of him, straddling his hips) Crazy for you. Now, listen to me.
Sagar: This is insane.
Myra: Sagar, from now onwards we will make love, but the door will remain open.
Sagar: You and your kinky games... you get excited if someone is watching.
Myra: Yeah, it is so exciting that someone may come in. Now, are you going to argue with me, or are you going to fuck your wife?
(Sagar stares at her, then past her at the open doorway, a sliver of the brightly lit hallway visible. A thrill of fear and excitement shoots through him. He grabs her hips.)
Sagar: You're going to get us caught.
Myra: I'm counting on it. Now, be quiet and slide inside me. Slowly. I want to feel every inch.
(He pushes into her, and she lets out a loud, deliberate moan.)
Sagar: (hissing) Myra, keep it down!
Myra: (grinding on him) No. I want them to hear. I want them to wonder what their mistress is doing. I want Ram to be polishing the hallway floor and hear me screaming your name.
Sagar: You're unbelievable.
Myra: Louder, Sagar. Tell me how good I feel. I want the whole house to know how much you want me.
Sagar: You feel so fucking tight... so wet...
Myra: (moaning loudly) Yes! Again! Sagar! Oh, god!
(She starts riding him faster, her head thrown back, her large breasts bouncing. Her eyes are locked on the open door.)
Myra: What if Kishore comes to ask about dinner? What will he see, Sagar? Tell me.
Sagar: He'll see your tits... he'll see me buried deep inside you... he'll see his boss's wife getting fucked with the door wide open.
Myra: (gasping) Don't stop. I think... I think I heard something. A footstep.
Sagar: (freezing) Shit.
Myra: (laughing breathlessly) Keep going. Don't you dare stop. Let them watch. Let them all watch. Turn me over. I want to be on my hands and knees... facing the door.
Characters:
- Myra: A 34-year-old wife with big breasts with a taste for exhibition.
- Sagar: Her 36-year-old husband, drawn into her games.
Scene 1
(The scene opens in a lavish bedroom. Myra is on the bed, drɑped in a sheer black piece of lingerie. The door is closed. Sagar enters, stops dead in his tracks, his briefcase dropping to the floor with a thud.)
Sagar: Holy... Myra? What is this? I thought I had a meeting summary to read.
Myra: (patting the silk sheets beside her) The meeting has been moved. To this room. And you're the only attendee.
Sagar: (walking closer, his eyes devouring her) You are going to be the death of me. I can see everything. Every perfect curve. The shadow between your legs. Your nipples are so dark... so hard.
Myra: I was hoping you'd notice. Are you going to just stand there and stare, or are you going to close that deal?
(Sagar practically lunges for her, kissing her deeply. He rips off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt with frantic hands.)
Sagar: You have no idea what you do to me. I was in a boardroom full of people, and all I could think about was coming home to you. And now this... It's like you read my mind.
Myra: I have my ways. Now, lose the clothes. All of them. I want to feel your skin against mine.
(He complies, his expensive suit falling in a heap. He climbs onto the bed, his hands exploring the sheer fabric covering her.)
Sagar: This feels like sin. I want to tear it off you.
Myra: Not yet. I want you to appreciate the packaging before you unwrap the gift. Kiss me. No, not my lips. Lower.
(He trails kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, his mouth finally closing over one of her breasts through the transparent material.)
Myra: (gasping) Yes... just like that. Suck it. Harder. I want to feel your teeth.
(As he gets rougher, Myra's hands go behind his head, pulling him closer. Her legs wrap around his waist. He moves between them, rubbing his erection against her.)
Sagar: I can't wait anymore, Myra. I need to be inside you.
Myra: Wait.
(She pushes him back gently. He looks at her, confused, his breathing heavy.)
Sagar: What? What's wrong?
(Myra smiles, a wicked, playful glint in her eyes. She slides off the bed, her body a perfect silhouette against the light. She walks to the bedroom door and clicks it open, leaving it ajar by several inches.)
Sagar: Myra! What the hell are you doing? The servants... Ram, Kishore, Lata... anyone could walk by!
Myra: (walking back to the bed, her hips swaying) I know.
Sagar: Have you gone crazy?
Myra: (climbing on top of him, straddling his hips) Crazy for you. Now, listen to me.
Sagar: This is insane.
Myra: Sagar, from now onwards we will make love, but the door will remain open.
Sagar: You and your kinky games... you get excited if someone is watching.
Myra: Yeah, it is so exciting that someone may come in. Now, are you going to argue with me, or are you going to fuck your wife?
(Sagar stares at her, then past her at the open doorway, a sliver of the brightly lit hallway visible. A thrill of fear and excitement shoots through him. He grabs her hips.)
Sagar: You're going to get us caught.
Myra: I'm counting on it. Now, be quiet and slide inside me. Slowly. I want to feel every inch.
(He pushes into her, and she lets out a loud, deliberate moan.)
Sagar: (hissing) Myra, keep it down!
Myra: (grinding on him) No. I want them to hear. I want them to wonder what their mistress is doing. I want Ram to be polishing the hallway floor and hear me screaming your name.
Sagar: You're unbelievable.
Myra: Louder, Sagar. Tell me how good I feel. I want the whole house to know how much you want me.
Sagar: You feel so fucking tight... so wet...
Myra: (moaning loudly) Yes! Again! Sagar! Oh, god!
(She starts riding him faster, her head thrown back, her large breasts bouncing. Her eyes are locked on the open door.)
Myra: What if Kishore comes to ask about dinner? What will he see, Sagar? Tell me.
Sagar: He'll see your tits... he'll see me buried deep inside you... he'll see his boss's wife getting fucked with the door wide open.
Myra: (gasping) Don't stop. I think... I think I heard something. A footstep.
Sagar: (freezing) Shit.
Myra: (laughing breathlessly) Keep going. Don't you dare stop. Let them watch. Let them all watch. Turn me over. I want to be on my hands and knees... facing the door.
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