There was an awkward silence for almost a couple of minutes as Sreelekha sobbed in her loving husband’s embrace. Moloy patted her back to assure her….. and waiting anxiously for his wife to give a response, while hoping against hope for a ‘Yes’ from her.
Finally, she said a quiet reluctant, “Yes….. I’ll do it for you….. you’re my husband….. my living God….. I can’t disobey you. I can’t live a moment without you and want our marriage to go on without Selim hanging over us.” She burst out in tears as her husband wiped the tears from her eyes continuosly with his handkerchief.
Moloy was elated….. his joys knew no bounds, and also aroused by the prospect which had just emerged. He then began to tell her about the requirements Selim had ordered him to follow strictly. He also told her that he would love her more than ever for doing it for him and their family.
“What does he want?” Calming down from her high pitched sorrowful emotion, she queried.
“He wants not only you to have sex with him, but I would have to present there as well while you would make love with him.” Moloy told her elaborately in which her eyes widened realising her servant’s kinky desire. But with her great amazement, she could suddenly feel it was exciting her too….. just like her husband.
“Actually I’m going to help him get as much pleasure from your body as he could. I’m going to be joining you….. even touching, kissing, licking and sucking you…. and sometimes him too, so that he would be pleased. He is going to do whatever he asks of him and you both.” Moloy said looking at his wife’s eyes expectantly….. feeling horny at the same time.
“Oh God, I don’t believe I’m going to do this in front of you.” Her eyes widened in excitement….. realising all those which her husband would have to comply…. while she would make love with their servant.
Moloy then told her the most touchy part. “Sree, he wants you like a newly wed bride…. means you’ve to wear that red Benarasi which you had worn in our ‘Fulsajjya’ twenty-three yrs ago and without anything under it. Along with that you’ve to decorate yourself with all the golden ornaments you have. Another thing, I must have to mention, he doesn’t want to use a condom so that he could cum inside you bare back.”
“But dear I’m now fertile…. so there’s a huge possibility of getting me pregnant with his child….. OMG! A Muslim’s baby! It’s beyond my imagination!” Sreelekha gasped in utter disgust…. but at the same time hearing her servant’s naughty proposal a shiver quickly ran through her body…. and she trembled in sheer excitement.
“Don’t worry Sree…. I wouldn’t mind to raise his child. So, you’re going to be taking his Muslim semen into your body….. and I’m really glad, he’s going to become a part of our family, just as I’m. Most probably he’s going to ‘Knock you up’ that day, and you’re going to ‘Know’ him in the most intimate and personal way, honey.”
Sreelekha then looked solemn, and didn’t say anything….. but feeling her pussy moistened….. anticipating to become pregnant at this age by their Muslim servant. And noticing her passive opinion Moloy immediately informed Selim that all he would have to do was name the time and place. Instantly Selim replied that soon he’d come over to their house…. and that it all would take place in their marital bed.