Indian businessman enjoys Indian maid while husband watches

Please complete the required fields.
Thank you for taking the time to report this Report submission to the webmaster. Please let us know why you are choosing to report this Report submission and then click the submit button at the bottom of the page



“Yes dear.” Fateh stood up, washed his hands in the kitchen while Narges ate his bread. I felt bad for him, as he came back with some pen and paper, while I was finishing off the kebabs.

“Good thing he studied till Grade 7.” Narges told me, while putting some more bread and lentils on my plate, as Fateh stood to one side like a faithful dog. “At least he can read, and is good for something.”

I hunted in my shorts and found some money. I gave it to Fateh — “for tomorrow”, I told him. His eyes bulged — this was more money than he made in a week. Immediately I noticed his attitude to the whole situation suddenly became less grumpy.

“What a lackey,” I thought. “I am going spend the night with your wife on your bed, and the sight of my pocket change makes you happy.”

Narges made a list, and I added some more items to it, and she gave it to Fateh.

“Sarun and I will probably not go to sleep until late at night,” She informed Fateh, making my dick rise in anticipation as to “what” we would be doing until we went to sleep. “So we may wake up late tomorrow. You are to wake up early, cut the vegetables and onions so we can make our breakfast when we wake up. And then you will go to the market to get this list. Go early so you get the best stuff.”

“Yes dear.” Fateh promised her. “I would go very early.”

“Good, now clear these dishes. Sahib,” Narges giggled as she called me by what her husband called me, “Come this way and you can wash up.”

Soon, I was ready for bed. I saw Fateh in the bedroom and followed him there. He was picking up a blanket from the cupboard and then his pillow.

“How will I sleep without a pillow?” I told him. “There will only be one pillow left. Surely you don’t want me to share the pillow with your wife?” I asked him with a grin.

“Of course not, sahib.” He croaked, dropping the pillow back on the bed that I would soon be sharing with his wife. “I will find some clothes to pack into a ‘pillow’ for me.”

“Fateh,” I instructed him as he was about to leave. “Why don’t you get my overnight bag. There’s a packet there. I have some gifts for your wife. Be careful not to scratch the laptop.”

Dutifully Fateh took out a polythene packet from my bag.

“Why don’t you take the items out and put it on the bed?” I told him. “It’s a few items I picked up for your spouse.”

“Yes of course, sahib.” He was the ever dutiful servant and host.

I continued to watch, laughing silently. Fateh hesitated as he picked out a white brassiere from the bag and put it on the bed. Then he brought out satin lingerie and it too went on the bed. He continued to empty another couple of bras and then a few panties on the bed from the bag.

“What do you think?” I picked up one of the bras and held it out. “Do you think it will fit her?”

“I… I… I think so.” Fateh stammered, looking extremely uncomfortable.

I stretched out the bra, “Do you think it’s too large, Fateh? No … I don’t think so. Your wife does have large boobs, right?”

“I… I.. yes, sahib.”

I enjoyed his discomfort, and picked up a panty.

“What about this Fateh? Do you think her butts will fit into these?”

“Y… yes, sahib.” Fateh was now sweating. I noticed he had developed a bulge in his lungi.

So my guess was right — he was a pervert who enjoyed the thought of his wife with another man. Or at least another man talking about his wife’s big boobs and butts.

“Hmm,” I picked up another bra. “This should go well in contrast with her skin complexion, what do you think? She is a little dark around the nipple…”

What Fateh thought I wouldn’t know, as he was saved from answering by Narges squealing in delight as she entered the room and saw the expensive underwears.

“Oh, Sarun! These are for me, oh thank you! Smooch! Smooch!” Narges hugged and kissed my cheeks. “These look great!” She dropped her pallu and her sari soon fell on the floor, so she was just dressed in a blouse and petticoat, her belly and navel exposed for all to see. Fateh gulped as Narges picked up the bra and held it on top of her blouse.

“Oh, it fits perfectly! Thank you darling!” She kissed me again, and then, with her arms around me, turned to chastise her husband.

Please follow and like us:
3.7 10 votes
Story Rating
Pages ( 5 of 9 ): « Previous1 ... 34 5 67 ... 9Next »
Subscribe
Notify of
0 Comments
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments
0
Would love your thoughts, please comment.x
()
x