'Okay, Mem Sahib. Just as you say. But Mem Sahib, just one thing.' Lakshmi said. 'Mem Sahib, I had told you that he has a mark very similar to the mark that you have. If you want, you can see it.'
'What is wrong with you, Lakshmi? You want me to come and ask Bhavdeep to take off his pant so that I can see whether that mark is similar to mine or not?' Simran sounded exasperated.
'No, Mem Sahib. Not at all. How can I think of something so stupid? Mem Sahib, he sleeps nude like you all. I feel shy so I don't. And he sleeps soundly. Very soundly. You can come and see it and he won't even know.' Lakshmi said with a smile.
'I.... I don't think I would like to.' Simran was confused.
'Don't be afraid. Mem Sahib. Just for fun. Please. It will take just fifteen minutes. I will call you when I am sure he is asleep. As it is Sahib has gone out of town, so there shouldn't be any problem.'
'Okay, I'll see.' Simran said. She felt odd. What was happening? First Lakshmi sees an unusual dream and then offers to show her husband nude? How could she tell Lakshmi that not only had she seen Bhavdeep nude, she had been made to suck that cock, forced to swallow the cum and that that very cock had fucked her.
Dinner naturally did not interest Simran much. After dinner she stripped, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was one of the rare women who couldn't find something to dislike about her body. Her hair was dark black and shoulder length. Her arms and legs were a deep golden tan, while her breasts and belly were a pale white. Her skin was unblemished, she had never had a mole, wart, or a pimple. Her pubic hair matched the hair on her head, black and she kept them shaped. Simran had a thin waist, with a smooth, flat belly, except for a slight, sexy bulge under her pierced navel. Her hips were well rounded and they curved out from her waist. She was proudest of her breasts. They were large for her small figure, making her look over-proportioned. They curved upwards proudly capped by her half-dollar sized nipples. Her areola were brown with a pinkish tinge. When erect her nipples poked out half an inch. She quickly showered. Since the massages had started, she was not too bothered about emerging nude from the bathroom. If at all any of the servants did see her nude, so what! It was unlikely that all would be rapists and if they were not, well they would certainly enjoy the sight.
Although she slept nude as Lakshmi had rightly observed, she put on a light peach colored nightie, dimmed the lights and switched on the TV. Somehow she felt butterflies in her stomach, though with Lakshmi's presence there did not appear to be any reason for apprehension.
At around 10. when the cook was winding up the kitchen, Lakshmi appeared on the door and beckoned her to come. There was a long passage that led to the servant's quarters. Simran did not question Lakshmi but quickly followed her, their barefooted feet making no noise on the marbled floor. Within minutes they reached Lakshmi's quarters. The door opened noiselessly and they were inside.
'Come, Mem Sahib. Don't be nervous. He sleeps like a dead man and won't wake up.' She said pointing towards the bed where a man lay sleeping covered loosely by a sheet. The room was amply lit and as Simran watched with trepidation, Lakshmi pulled the bedsheet off.
Sure enough, it was Bhavu asleep and nude as Lakshmi had said he would be. His cock was flaccid which was natural. The birthmark which Lakshmi was so eager to show was near the right testicle. Lakshmi caught hold of the cock and testicle with full confidence and showed Lakshmi the mark. It definitely was similar to the one on Simran's thigh though the colour and texture must have been different. Simran was still in the process of examining it when both of them heard the cook calling Lakshmi.
'Why is she coming here? You wait here, Mem Sahib while I go and tackle her.' Lakshmi said and leaving Simran there, vanished. For Simran this was a very peculiar situation to be in. She was alone in a room with a nude man, clad in a skimpy nightie which she could easily push off the shoulder. She decided to caste her inhibitions aside. After all, if last time it was Bhavu who was calling the shots, this time she would do it.
She quickly slipped off the nightie. The erotic tension in the air suddenly increased. What had he done the last time? Yes, fucked her breasts. She gingerly caught hold of his cock and rolled the foreskin back. The pink head seemed to be inviting. With her ears on the alert for any footsteps, she licked the head very lightly and suddenly unable to control herself, engulfed in between her lips and gave it a suck. As if on cue, the cock started hardening between her lips. Suddenly afraid, Simran left him and stood in the shadows, forgetting that she was nude and that her nightie was lying on the floor. Thankfully Bhavu did not wake up.
Simran again ventured back, this time touching the tips of her nipples to the cock, in the process she herself started becoming wet. God, if only there could be a way to fuck a man without his waking up! But surely, she could touch her pussy lips to the cock. Who would know? If at all this was to be attempted, it was to be done quickly. She went to the door and looked into the corridor. Silence!!
She came back quickly with a new resolve, climbed onto the bed, and taking her body weight on her knees, inserted his flaccid cock tip in the warm and wet confines of her pussy lips. However as she felt Bhavu stir she left the bed slowly and gradually. Just as she was putting on the nightie, she realized that a bit of her lipstick had smeared Bhavu's cock. Before she could think of what to do, Lakshmi entered the room grumbling, ' The cook is no good. Always wants my help to clear up the table. I couldn't even tell her that Mem Sahib is with me.'
'Its okay.' Simran said breathlessly. ' I think I'll go back.'
'Of course, Mem Sahib and thank you. Just as I was coming one thought crossed my mind.' Lakshmi smiled. Without any encouragement from Simran she carried on. 'Mem Sahib, I have seen you nude, you have seen Bhavu nude and Bhavu has seen me nude. You have not seen me nude and neither has Bhavu seen you. If he saw you, he would be spellbound; you are so pretty.'
'We'll talk later. I am going.' Simran said as she left the room.
God knows what has come over this woman, Simran thought. This person has seen that person nude! But then she realized that, well, Lakshmi was not that wrong after all. She had not seen Lakshmi nude. But what was the need. And the way Lakshmi was going on and on about the dream, God only knows what she had in mind. Simran wondered what her reaction would be had she come to know the truth. But anyway, tonight's was not a bad experience. She silently muttered a word of thanks to the cook who had called Lakshmi at the right time.
A couple of days passed normally. However she found herself in a state of advanced sexual excitement. After all, now she was armed with the knowledge that Bhavu slept like a log. If at all, she wanted to have a look at his cock she could go there and circumstances permitting, even give him a nice suck. What was particularly enchanting about this thought was the sheer secrecy. Nobody would know. Amit was however in a bad mood constantly. Things had not been going well at the business front. He was shouting at the servants which scared Simran lest anyone else get an idea of taking revenge like Bhavu. Or it was also possible that Bhavu may have told someone of his exploits with Mem Sahib.
Amit left on a tour for two days leaving Simran alone. This was not unusual. However, Lakshmi too informed her the next day that she was going to attend a marriage in the next village and because of some family compulsions, it was not possible for Bhavu to attend the same. The function was at night; she would get delayed but she would certainly be back at the crack of dawn. There would be no inconvenience to Simran so far as household chores were concerned.
