Dedicated to real life Don
An English wife for Kyrhan
Fay was travelling light : most of her clothes had remained at Shandrakor! Rajeev had led her to a shop selling Indian clothes and she had emerged from it with sarees of any quality, from one fit for a menial worker to another that would probably have suited a princess. She had learned that there was a colour code still in vigor if not officially : as a foreigner, mistakes would be acceptable to a certain limit : a deep red was reserved for Brahmin, one of the top caste, an orange was for religious minded women, white for widows to mark them as outcasts! Fay hadn't realized how weird life in rural India could be for a Westerner!
Rajeev had made her wear the saree for menial workers and she hadn't realized why until the sales clerk handed her in a quite authoritative gesture the bags : she was clearly expected to carry them as she was clad as a mere servant. She complained to Rajeev after they had exited the shop but he told her to shut up :
- In this country, if a master punishes publicly a servant, nobody will really care as long as the punishment is not too severe : I could have caught you shoplifting, stealing money in my bag or trying to seduce a man in the street and everyone would think the punishment quite adequate!
When Preeti arrived to the car, she was wearing a gold embroidered saree that marked her of superior caste in the eyes of the waiter who carried her wallets. He told Fay to put them in the car trunk! She now knew better than arguing. Rajeev sat in the driver's seat but there were just two seats in the back of the old luxury car. The back was completely enclosed in glass windows for air conditioning. Fay was unsure about where she was expected to sit but Rajeev ordered her beside him with just the car hood to protect her from the heat of the sun! Don and Preeti took the back seats with no discussion. Just Don and Fay exchanged a glance! Preeti looked at Fay in what she took as contempt! She pushed a button on the top of the cabin and blinders suddenly fell from the ceiling, forbidding Fay to see anything inside. From the inside, of course Don and Preeti had just to part the shutters to see what Fay was doing! Rajeev smiled at her dismay :
- Don't worry, Fay! Knowing Preeti, they will soon fuck like rabbits and they won't have time to watch us! Ignore them! I would like you to strip naked and lie on the seat on your belly. You'll suck me off but don't make me cum except when the car has stopped!
Fay didn't think for a second to decline Rajeev's wishes. She was just thrilled to be naked in front of her husband, caressed by Rajeev and giving him oral pleasure! She knew also that the truckers on the other side of the road would have a direct view on her naked buttocks! They would surely honk their horns while Fay attended to Rajeev's horn! In a minute, she was totally naked, prostrated on the leather seat with her mouth stuffed by Rajeev's big cock. She had parted her thighs as wide as she could to offer the truckers an un-hampered view on her anus! Most of them honked in approval. She licked Rajeev's cock to keep him hard and ready to enter her! Fay loved to be watched and desired by so many strangers! She was dreaming that Rajeev stopped his car and all her admirers would climb down from their trucks to discuss the fee Rajeev asked to let them fuck her : she was deep in the age old fantasy of many women about prostitution. Fay knew that one of her best friends, a school teacher, visited the rest stops for truckers near her home on her days off. She earned much more money than with her normal job. Many of her customers were superiorly endowed and Evelyn loved to service them!
A few miles further, they run into a traffic jam and Fay immediately took Rajeev's cock in her mouth to the hilt : God, he seemed bigger than usual! She turned her bottom toward the windows behind her, hoping that Don would watch through the blinders and see her naked and her anus offered to him while she was eagerly blowing Rajeev! There were no reactions from inside the cabin even when Rajeev filled Fay's mouth with his thick cum! She was a bit disappointed but she concentrated on the pleasure she was giving to her lover!
Just when they were finally out of the traffic jam, Rajeev stopped his car in front of a booth that proudly announced it was the best coffee shop this side of Mumbai! He switched on the intercom, announcing he was stopping for a drink with Fay and asking whether Preeti and Don wanted a refreshment! They both agreed but replied they would stay in the cabin! Meanwhile, Fay had put on her saree and she followed Rajeev in the booth. There were a dozen customers taking snacks and drinks. Rajeev ordered a fruit juice for him and for Fay without asking her what she wanted, a coca cola and a beer for Preeti and Don. The waiter placed the beer and the Coca Cola on a tray and ordered Fay to take it and serve it to the car occupants! Fay was now accustomed to be seen as a mere servant and she went to serve the drinks to her husband and Preeti. She knocked discreetly at the window and Don opened the door.
- Your drinks, Mr Don and Mrs Preeti!
Don didn't even try to hide the evidence of what he had been doing with Preeti : she was totally naked leaning on the other door, with her legs wide open, a foot still resting on Don's shoulder. Fay could see a white gooey filling Preeti's gaping open twat. Fay presented the tray to Preeti with the burning desire to empty the bottle on the girl's head! Fay waited for the two of them to empty their glasses before returning into the booth! Rajeev was deep in a conversation with several men who had been eating and drinking there. He was pointing regularly toward her but he was speaking in Hindi and she didn't understand at all that language! He finally made a calling gesture! Like a good slave, Fay went toward him, waiting for his orders :
- Fay, I've proposed these fine gentlemen to fuck you for the normal fee for a prostitute in this part of India! Would you like to strip down naked and lie on this table : it will be your work area! Of course, all of them will wear condoms!
Fay's heart was beating madly : Rajeev was going to prostitute her at last! He had carefully chosen her first customers! Fay had told him that Don dreamed to have her fucked by older men ; the youngest of those chosen by Rajeev must be sixty and a pair must be in their seventies!
- Do you like the men I have chosen for you, Fay?
- Of course, master but I would have preferred them to be younger : young men are usually more... more virile!