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Maid’s Husband

“Who could it be?” She thought. Surely the children could not be back so soon and Amit had said that he would be late. She got up and looked through the magic eye, but she saw nobody. Since it was still sunny outside she decided to check out the person who had rung the bell. Perhaps someone playing the prank! As soon as she opened the latch of the door a pair of powerful hands opened the door. It was Bhasu.

“Bhasu, you?”was all that escaped from her lips. Bhasu, the drunkard husband of her maid Lakshmi. Back again. And it was just now that she was feeling relieved to have perhaps seen the last of him.

“Mem Sahib. Please. ”he said closing the door behind him.

“Why have you come here?” she said in the most stern voice she could manage.

“Mem Sahib, you must be very angry with me. Please sit down. ”

He put his hands on her bare shoulders and made her sit on the sofa. Immediately Anita started wishing that she should have put on something more that would not have left her shoulders almost bare but what could be worn in this heat?

Bhasu sat on the floor where her feet were kept. With his eyes focussed on her feet, he started playing with her anklet and started speaking.

“Mem Sahib. I am very sorry for what happened last time. But what could I do? I was helpless. ”

She pulled her feet away from him. “Helpless? How?”

“Mem Sahib. I had told U that your husband fucks my wife. ”

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“What rubbish?” Anita said incredulously and tried to pull her foot further away but he had got hold of it again in his grip. He kept on twirling the anklet round and round her ankle and gradually his hand started moving towards her knee.

“What are you doing, Bhasu? Leave me and go immediately. Anybody may come in any time. ” Anita said.

Bhasu acted as if he had not even heard her.

”Mem Sahib, I don’t like to fuck Lakshmi. You know her hair there are very thick. I like your style. Very pretty. I like to fuck you. ”

Anita blushed. How could she carry on talking to this man when he was so keen to discuss her pubic hair and whose comments were so lewd. His hands were now on her upper thighs.

“You said that you were sorry. ” She reminded him.

“Of course I am but what to do about this?”

He picked her foot and kept its sole on his hardening groin.

“And Mem Sahib, your nail polish is very nice. Please unzip this and play with it. ”

“No, please go. Now. ”

She tried to remove his hand which was at her panty.

“Anita. ”

His voice was suddenly rough.

“Don’t you understand the language of love? Must I always hurt you to make you do things?”

“What do you want? The last time you had said that you would not come back. ”Anita cried.

“What do I want? If you remember the last time I had told you that when I come next I do not want to see any clothes on you. You should have undressed immediately. Do it. Now. No don’t get up just as yet. Bend and unzip the fly first. ”

Grimacing Anita bent down and unzipped Bhasu’s fly.

“Please, Bhasu. Don’t start all this again. Lakshmi told me that you had improved. I……I just do not like this. ” Anita almost begged him.

“You appear to be one of those who respond only after getting hurt. Would you like a similar slap?Now pull it out. Put your hand inside and take out the cock darling. ”

Bhasu said mockingly.

Anita took his cock out. It was as frighteningly dark and thick with the loose foreskin over the hood, as she remembered it to be and was fully erect. She wondered how he managed to get an erection so soon.

“Now while you get rid of your blouse, put your pretty feet on this and play with it. ” Bhasu said.

“Why, oh why? My husband will be coming. Come some other time if you must. ” Anita was in tears.

“Some other time also I will come, darling. Don’t worry. And I know very well who comes when. Will you do it or do I have to tear it off your body?” Bhasu threatened.

As Anita unhooked the blouse, he stared at her breasts clad in the transparent bra. Hesitatingly, she unhooked the bra also and kept it on the sofa besides her. She then complied with Bhasu’s instructions and took his cock between her feet. She started pulling and releasing the foreskin. In the process precum started leaking and smeared her toes. He however kissed her toes and licked them clean.

“Now get up and strip. Don’t look so aghast. You are not a holy person whom I come to visit. I come to fuck you. Should I tell you a secret? I have fucked almost all the women where Lakshmi works. ”

What rubbish! Anita thought. It seems he has lost his bearings, but how to get rid of him.

He paused for a while drinking in Anita’s virtually nude body except for the panty.

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“But, ” Bhasu carried on, “your pussy and your tight buttocks are the sexiest. Here let me help you. ” He pulled the flimsy panty down in one tug.

“Not only is your pussy the sexiest but the tightest. That is why I came back. I knew that you are not fucked regularly. By the way why do all rich women wear panty? It is so small it hides nothing. Just a bit of pussy but nothing at all in the buttocks. Lakshmi does not wear them. And this bra? It is fully netted. I see them hanging in the shops. Even when you were wearing them, your nipples could be clearly seen. You want people to see them, don’t you?”

“This man is crazy. ” Anita thought but she could not help feeling a bit of pride that after ten years of marriage and regular sex she was still tight. But felt ashamed that this praise was from someone like Bhasu.

“If you liked the compliment about your pussy, you can thank me. ” It was as if Bhasu had read her thoughts.

Anita blushed but kept quiet.

Bhasu was still sitting on the floor.

“Get rid of those tears and come closer. ”he said.

He started feeling Anita right from the feet upwards. His face he kept close to her pussy.

“Lovely smell. ” He said “You were expecting your husband or someone else?”

His hands were at her buttocks while his tongue was probing open the lips of her pussy. He tried to shove the index finger of one hand in her ass hole while the other felt her breasts.

“No, not there. ”Anita said resolutely.

“Then where, love? Oh the same lovely tits! Mmmmm! Listen, I do not need to be told what to do and what not to.”

Bhasu said thrusting his tongue inside her pussy.

“Okay turn around and bend now. ”

“No. ”Anita remained firm.

He swiftly caught hold of one arm and twisted it so that she had to bend.

“Now spread your legs and don’t disobey me even once or you will get even more hurt than you did last time. And don’t try this drama. I know that you are enjoying this. Wow what is this? A pretty tattoo! Right on your buttocks. Went to the shop and got it done. There you don’t feel any shame undressing in front of an unknown man. ”

“No, This can be done in the home only. ”Anita protested.

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“Shut up! I do not need any explanation. ” He barked.

With his fingers at the curvature of her feet he started sliding both his hands till her pussy and gave a tight whack on her bottocks.

“You know one of the reasons I come to fuck you is the shape you give to these. ”

Bhasu then pulled the cheeks of her buttocks apart and saw the tiny ass hole. He tried to insert a finger but it was too tight and Anita gasped.

“Today you are not wearing the chain around your waist. Girdle, you said it was. The gold one. It went well with your body. Anyway, go and get some vaseline. ”

“No, please no. You can do it otherwise. You have done it otherwise. Why insist there?” Anita pleaded.

Bhasu laughed.

“Did I say I would do it there? Go and get it. ”

Anita hesitated.

“Come on. Be quick. As it is you walk around nude in the house so why this hestation?” Bhasu said.

She went to the bedroom leaving all her clothes in the drawing room only. As she pulled the drawer of the dressing table she saw that Bhasu was there with all her clothes and alternatively sniffing her panty and bra.

“ You want to be fucked or you want to be left alone? I will do one thing which is quite fair. Give me your finger. Hmm. Very nice” Bhasu said licking it.

Holding her hand with both of his hands he directed it towards her pussy and inserted it for a second before pulling it out. Anita’s finger was wet with her secretions. Bhasu slowly licked it clean.

“See, ” he said “You are all wet and dying to get fucked. So far as the Vaseline is there apply it liberally on your ass hole. Don’t ask me if I will fuck you there or not. It is for your own benefit. ”

“But I have fucked you so often that —— what?”Bhasu stopped.

“Not so often. ” Anita replied firmly. “You did that once and without my consent. ”

“I am so sorry. I should have done it more. Is that what you wanted to say?” Bhasu sneeringly asked.

Anita remained quiet. How could one argue with this man!

“What I was saying was that there should be some conversation between us also. So first tell me is your husband’s cock bigger than mine? Come on now, don’t feel shy. What is there to feel shy now? Or is there?”

He said making a mock attempt to put a finger up her ass hole.