After dinner that evening, Naresh informed Meena that his mother would be coming round the following day, and Meena was to go shopping with her for gifts, as his parents were planning a trip to India. This was not a request, and Naresh probably didn't have too much say in the matter either. His mother was a fearsome little woman, shorter than Meena but rounder, with long grey hair, a dark wrinkled face which was held in a permanent scowl. Meena's heart sank – she knew there was no escaping the shopping expedition, and she had no chance of getting away to the building site tomorrow with her mother-in-law watching her every movement.
Thursday came and the old woman arrived on the doorstep bright and early, and announced she would take her grandchildren to school before she and Meena went to the shops. Meena could not say no. She had fantasised when lying in bed that morning about dropping into the site on the way back from taking the children, for a quick visit before the shopping trip, but now even this distant possibility was extinguished.
When the children had been dropped off by their grandmother she and Meena took a bus to the shopping district, and all morning Meena trailed round after her mother-in-law into shop after shop, saying nothing except to agree when it was expected of her. She was modestly dressed as usual in her sari, and looked radiant despite her boredom and frustration.
Around lunchtime they passed a small public park, where there were two gardeners planting a new flowerbed with colourful plants. They were both wearing green overall trousers, but it was a hot day and one of them was stripped to the waist, the other wearing a white vest. They were sweating in the sun, and their hands were dirty with soil. Meena was walking behind Mrs Patel senior, but stopped and watched them working. They noticed her and smiled; Meena blushed and returned their smile demurely, and they returned to their work.
Meena's mind started racing – she was imagining herself undressing for one of them, feeling a rough hand on her breasts, maybe a tongue on her pussy, then a big, hard cock – oh God, she was getting horny. She looked more closely at them – which one would she like inside her? The first one was medium height, maybe early twenties, slim built but with well defined a muscles and a tan. His face was boyish and friendly, with short fair hair and blue eyes. She imagined undoing his trousers and finding his cock, and taking it in her mouth. She imagined it as large, but not as thick as Leon's, so she could suck it more easily, before taking it between her legs.
The other guy was little older, maybe late twenties, and heavier set. He had long dark hair in a ponytail, deep set brown eyes and dark stubble. His naked chest and back were covered in thick dark hair. Meena imagined running her fingers through it, feeling it against her breasts as he lay on top of her, thrusting his cock into her. It would be a tough decision which one to have, if she was in a position to choose. She thought back to yesterday, and her marathon pounding by Leon, followed by Wayne's brief entrance into her vagina. Suddenly it struck her – why not both of them? Maybe both at once? Four hands groping her, probing her, like she had dreamt the other night!
Just as her fantasy lifted to a new level, she heard a shriek in her ear, and felt a bony hand pulling her roughly by the arm. Her mother-in-law had evidently seen her staring at the men, and was absolutely furious. For a moment Meena felt as though the old woman had a caught a glimpse of her fantasy, but soon realised it could not be so. Nonetheless she scolded Meena for five solid minutes as they walked along the busy street, people staring at them as they passed. She started again intermittently throughout the afternoon, reminding Meena of the behaviour expected of a respectable Indian wife. If only she knew, thought Meena.
"I was fucked by four different men this week, as well as your son," she thought as she looked back at her elder. "Rough, dirty uneducated men - one of them old and fat. One of them a beautiful black man with a huge penis. Then a boy who had never been with a woman before. I let them all inside me, and I enjoyed it. What do you think about that?"
Meena realised at that moment, as she half-listened to the continuing lecture about meeting another man's eyes, what she would do tomorrow. She was going back to the building site, and was going to ask for two of the guys at once. Would they agree? As she sat down next to the old woman on the bus home, Meena realised how wet she was and squirmed on the seat. As the bus vibrated and shook, she had a silent climax there and then.
On Friday morning she walked happily onto the site, wearing her sari again since the ground had dried a lot, but with her hair loose. She looked stunning, fresh and perfect. Leon was the first to spot her.
"Heyyyyy – look who's here guys!" They all looked round and grinned when they saw the tiny figure. "We thought you'd maybe had enough when you didn't show yesterday – 'specially after what I gave you Wednesday!"
"No, I had to go somewhere else yesterday." Meena said seriously. "But I am here today" she added superfluously.
"Eric was disappointed yesterday, weren't you mate?" said Mike. "Reckoned you'd promised him one."
"I would like that, Mr. Eric," said Meena to Eric's obvious joy, "but perhaps one of you other boys would like to come too? There were two of you last time, wasn't it? But both together this time." She smiled a sweet innocent smile.
"Fucking hell, she's insatiable!" laughed Mike. "What about you, Dan? Fancy a double header with old Eric?"
He turned to another in the group, who Meena recognised as one of the guys Mike had sent out of the office on Monday. He was probably in his fifties, bald headed and overweight, but not as big as Eric. He had a round red face, with a big bulbous nose and piggy eyes. He was wearing a red check shirt and jeans.
"Um, I don't know, Mike, "he said slowly. Meena got the impression that Dan was perhaps a bit simple. "I shouldn't really. My wife wouldn't like it."
"Come on, Dan," said Mike, "How often do you get the chance to shag something like that? She's got a fantastic little body under there, and the tightest little cunt I ever felt. Mind you, it might not be so tight after Leon's been in there!" The men laughed coarsely. Meena blushed and turned her face away.
"Well, alright then," said Dan after they had finished guffawing, "if you think it will be OK."
"Go for it, Dan!" said Mike.
Meena set off for the site office with Eric and Dan walking behind. Eric seemed to be explaining something to Dan, who was concentrating hard on what he was being told. Meena hadn't thought out in any detail what sex with two men could entail – she simply thought of what happened in her dream, and was already moist with the anticipation of it.
