The three of them fucked all night. Sometimes it was all of them. Sometimes just two of them. But in almost all combinations Laxmi, the maid, the teacher was present. That explained how she found herself alone, asleep and the house empty. Both Seema and Lokesh left in time for their college classes.
Both of them were grateful to Laxmiamma for the all the love, the pleasure, the education and the care she had shown. It was in that sense that they felt she should be left alone. Lokesh and Seema did not share notes with each other about the one-on-one time they later had with Laxmiamma. But they kind of knew.
There were occasions when Lokesh awoke and wanted Laxmiamma's undivided attention. At other times, it was Seema who wanted that. And at least once during the night there was a merry-go-round of sucking and fucking as a trio.
It explained Laxmi's exhaustion that she woke up so late; normally she was an early riser. But she had been drained from the afternoon before through the night. If she was not sucking, she was fucking or being fucked. She had been filled by Lokesh several times. And then Seema had wanted to learn how to suck as well as return that favor.
Orgasms were both exhilarating and draining. She was on a high when she awoke; but that was only after being well-rested. It was after both Lokesh and Seema left that she got a few hours of uninterrupted sleep during which she was lost to the world
As she lay on the bed, her first realization was that her body was bare. She had absolutely no clothes on. Then the memory of where she was and all that happened. Then the realization that she was late for all the other houses that she was to have reached by this time.
She got up with a start. She found her clothes all over the house. The kitchen, the hall and in the bedroom under the bed she found her bra, blouse, petticoat and saree. She dashed out of the house. As she left she noticed a man approaching. It became apparent that he was going to Jayashree madam's house. And that man seemed to know she had just come out of that house: both turned and looked at each other.
In all the years of work there, Laxmi did not particularly remember having seen him visit. But he did have a key to let himself in so he had to be someone known to the family.
She reached the houses where she had to work hopelessly late to face angry housewives. Each of them said the same thing to her: "Because we agreed to adjust our schedules because you had to go that other lady's house you are taking us for granted!"
She managed the day with some effort not just because of the timings but also because she kept remembering the wild times. After some time, there was a constant ache inside her for more of that passion. She had strong urges and carving for lust in her loins all day long.
She hastened back to Jayashree auntie's house promising to make up for shortfalls in work the next day.
And thus, a couple of days went by. Food, which to Lokesh's mother had been the principal reason for asking to Laxmi to be around became secondary to the boy himself. In fact, he had started to buy food on his way home so that Laxmi had little else to do than teach him how to pleasure a woman and to be pleasured himself.
The elevation of the maid to the status of worshipped teacher was quick. And worship her, he did.
It must have been the third day or the fourth when the man she had bumped into previously showed up at the door of the apartment. She may have been better able to remember after how many encounters with the two youngsters. But that too was a muddle of memories and events. She was surprised when the doorbell rang for it was much before the time for Lokesh to return.
She recognized him instantly as the person she had seen before. He, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly whom to find here. He walked in authoritatively, past Laxmi and marched to the middle of the hall, announcing that he was in fact Jayashree madam's cousin brother.
"She had asked me to check on Lokesh every now and then," he said and then turned to face Laxmi.
All of this was true. His name was Nagaraj and he had in fact visited the family on several occasions.
It was then that Laxmi could put some context to the face. "Yes sir! I know you. I have seen you on family occasions," she said, smiling. "But Lokesh is not here yet. It will take a couple of hours. Lunch will be ready in another half an hour if you wish to have some," she said, extending courtesies normal for extended family members.
"Yes, yes, I know all that," he said, waving it all off. "I like the way you are taking care of things. And I want you to render the same services to me, as well," he said.
"Well, it is a very packed schedule, but what kind of housework do you need done?" asked Laxmi. It was normal for families to network and find domestic help which was so hard to get in the cities nowadays.
"I think you can easily find time. And I am willing to pay handsomely, but not for the housework," said the man guardedly.
"Yejamaanre (my lord / sir) I know only housework," said Laxmi, her face quite blank and uncomprehending. "it is about all the special things you do for Lokesh," said Nagaraj.
"Well, normally I do not take up cooking assignments but I am doing this only for Jayashree madam in the circumstances," said Laxmi. She sensed that the thrust of the point that Nagaraj was making was elsewhere. But she preferred to let him take the long route rather than make anything a simple giveaway.
"You know very well which service I mean," he said and instantly knew he had hit the target when she turned deep scarlet, which for her color also meant a deeper tinge of brown. "not the one that Jayashree madam organized for him." He completed, leaving her in no doubt.
"I am willing to pay handsomely for it," he said pulling a wad of notes to tempt Laxmi.
Laxmi's temper flared up. It was an attempt to cover her tracks with a show of anger. But she also knew that he had spotted her doing something which he not to have seen.
And that was true. The other day when Nagaraj saw Laxmi leaving late in the morning he had at first thought that she was just finishing up on her chores. But the moment he entered the house, he could smell the aroma of sex.
Laxmi had woken up late and had no time to smoothen things out as she was a rush to make it to the other houses. She also expected to be back before the young man Lokesh returned from college and so time was on her side for tidying up.
Crumpled sheets, stained with all manners of fluids of sexual release, the odors of semen and cum having dried within that shut space -- all of them indicated that something was different. The clincher was the panties that Seema had been unable to trace at all.
In the heat of the moment when Laxmi peeled off the young woman's undergarment and flung it fell in a narrow space between the mattress and the footboard of the bed. Nagaraj spotted it. Its twisted, rolled up state caused him to imagine these being peeled off a woman -- in his mind Laxmi. That such an expensive one might not be worn by a working-class woman did not cross his mind, ill-equipped as a man is on such matters.
He had laid out a plan to catch the woman red-handed if she was engaged in some sort of activity designed to entrap his nephew. Sex, yes, for sure: but what was she docking him for? He needed to find out. After all his sister had given him some responsibility to keep an eye on Lokesh.
He found a well-located cigarette stall at the time he knew Lokesh was expected to return from college. Aware that Laxmi had been retained to prepare lunch for the young man, he gave it enough time for them to get started with whatever it was they were indulging in. He then slipped into the apartment using his key.
The first thing he noticed was the air of wild abandon in the house. Lokesh's things were strewn at will in an otherwise neat space. And a trail of clothes -- his and hers -- led him to the room where wild fucking was in progress.
Even without that visual cue, a person could have found the way by the sounds and smells.
What threw him off completely was her body, beautifully sculpted by years of exercise through the kind of work she did. What made him forget his original plan was the way that body was on display. She was on top of his nephew, impaled on his cock, bouncing up and down with not a care for the young man's needs.
He could not have known it but Laxmi was focused on herself because she had spent the first round of sexual energy tonguing and sucking his ever-erect cock. It seemed to her that he had not lost a moment of erection in days now. He lay back and let her kiss him in the deepest recesses between his legs and up the pillar of his cock and twirl the head in that marvelous way she did... and on, and on and on.
Till she wanted some in return. Then too, he lay back and let her take -- not doing too much other than taking his pleasure in whatever form she gave it. It was at this point that Laxmi decided to focus on her own bodily needs. It during this bout of feverish fucking and moaning and screaming that nag raj chanced upon them. She was on top, touching and caressing her own nipples and quite simply just using him under her.
'They are a mismatched coupled," he had thought while reflecting on what was happening in this instance, sitting at the cigarette stall.
And yet when he actually saw them together, Laxmi's fabulous body, very pretty face and bubbling warmth seemed to match the sexual needs of the young man with surging hormones. She really is pretty; uncommon in the working class. His own nephew's good looks were only to be expected. Such thoughts all evaporated.
All could see was a fabulous woman who, if she was fucking his nephew, could also satiate his pent-up needs.
"you think I am doing this for money?" she burst out in only partially feigned rage. "I brought him over the years and now he is a man and he has needs. I just..." she waved her hands to show that she merely done what was logical.
"look I don't know!" argued Nagaraj, unwilling to be put off. "you cannot do it for affection for you hardly know me. You won't do it for money. Maybe you will do it for the pleasure of it?" he reasoned.
He distinctly remembered what looked like a very selfish bout of sex. If she was into her own pleasure, then maybe this angle would work.
And then he took the biggest chance with her. it was something he had never ever done before but with Laxmi he sensed that it was a make or break moment. Laxmi had her back to him and he thought this was the right time to share his problem with her.
