The Maid's Husband Returns

It was August end and the heat was still unbearable. Anita’s husband Amit had to go on official tour for two days. She had just finished packing the clothes for him. Amit just could not do anything on his own. All throughout the afternoon she had been busy with the packing. Everything had to be kept vests, underwears, handkerchiefs, which shirt to wear with which trouser. Not only that it had to be explained to him as well. He had said that he would come late, have dinner and leave by the Rajdhani Express at 11 p. m.

It was now evening. After sending off the children Vipin and Varsha to play along with the neighbour’s 14 year old daughter, she heaved a sigh of relief. She stripped and had a bath, letting the cold water cool her shapely body. There was nobody in the house, so she emerged nude from the bathroom and looked at herself in the full length mirror. This was among the few vanities she permitted herself.

She was fair, slim and despite two children her breasts were still firm. A thin waist, shapely pubic hair and long hairless legs. She admired her gold necklace with the heart shaped pendant; a present from Amit. Pretty it was! Gold bangles! Four on one wrist. She had taken off the Omega watch for the bath which she usually wore on the other wrist. That was also a gift from Amit. Anklets! Yes, silver but she was thinking of buying a golden chain for them and Amit had promised her those as well. She had deliberately got very dainty toe rings made so that they would not hurt whenever she went for the morning jog with Amit. Being barefooted in the house was no problem.

Not bad at all, she said to herself. Suddenly she shuddered. The Bhasu incident! God! That was a real tough one. Thankfully he had not returned. At times she still felt that it was a nightmare. That man had violated her in the span of one hour as could not be imagined. Immediately after the incident she had thought of dismissing Lakshmi but then she had thought that Lakshmi was as much of a sufferer at the hands of her husband Bhasu as she herself had suffered so why penalize the poor lady. She opened the almirah, sprayed perfume under the arms and in the pubic area, slipped on a pair of bra and panty. She sat under the fan for a while, then got up draped a light blue cotton saree along with a matching sleeveless blouse. Anita again went to the mirror, picked up a comb and straightened her hair. She looked at her manicured hands. The nail polish was intact. No need to apply it again. She thought of applying a pinch of sindur in the parting of her hair;then thought she sould do it late. Picking up the latest issue of “Cosmopolitan” she went into the drawing room and sitting on the sofa started browsing through it.

After barely five minutes, the doorbell rang.

“Who could it be?” She thought. Surely the children could not be back so soon and Amit had said that he would be late. She got up and looked through the magic eye, but she saw nobody. Since it was still sunny outside she decided to check out the person who had rung the bell. Perhaps someone playing the prank! As soon as she opened the latch of the door a pair of powerful hands opened the door. It was Bhasu.

“Bhasu, you?”was all that escaped from her lips. Bhasu, the drunkard husband of her maid Lakshmi. Back again. And it was just now that she was feeling relieved to have perhaps seen the last of him.

“Mem Sahib. Please. ”he said closing the door behind him.

“Why have you come here?” she said in the most stern voice she could manage.

“Mem Sahib, you must be very angry with me. Please sit down. ”

He put his hands on her bare shoulders and made her sit on the sofa. Immediately Anita started wishing that she should have put on something more that would not have left her shoulders almost bare but what could be worn in this heat?

Bhasu sat on the floor where her feet were kept. With his eyes focussed on her feet, he started playing with her anklet and started speaking.

“Mem Sahib. I am very sorry for what happened last time. But what could I do? I was helpless. ”

She pulled her feet away from him. “Helpless? How?”

“Mem Sahib. I had told U that your husband fucks my wife. ”

“What rubbish?” Anita said incredulously and tried to pull her foot further away but he had got hold of it again in his grip. He kept on twirling the anklet round and round her ankle and gradually his hand started moving towards her knee.

“What are you doing, Bhasu? Leave me and go immediately. Anybody may come in any time. ” Anita said.

Bhasu acted as if he had not even heard her.

”Mem Sahib, I don’t like to fuck Lakshmi. You know her hair there are very thick. I like your style. Very pretty. I like to fuck you. ”

Anita blushed. How could she carry on talking to this man when he was so keen to discuss her pubic hair and whose comments were so lewd. His hands were now on her upper thighs.

“You said that you were sorry. ” She reminded him.

“Of course I am but what to do about this?”

He picked her foot and kept its sole on his hardening groin.

“And Mem Sahib, your nail polish is very nice. Please unzip this and play with it. ”

“No, please go. Now. ”

She tried to remove his hand which was at her panty.

“Anita. ”

His voice was suddenly rough.

“Don’t you understand the language of love? Must I always hurt you to make you do things?”

“What do you want? The last time you had said that you would not come back. ”Anita cried.

“What do I want? If you remember the last time I had told you that when I come next I do not want to see any clothes on you. You should have undressed immediately. Do it. Now. No don’t get up just as yet. Bend and unzip the fly first. ”

Grimacing Anita bent down and unzipped Bhasu’s fly.

“Please, Bhasu. Don’t start all this again. Lakshmi told me that you had improved. I……I just do not like this. ” Anita almost begged him.

“You appear to be one of those who respond only after getting hurt. Would you like a similar slap?Now pull it out. Put your hand inside and take out the cock darling. ”

Bhasu said mockingly.

Anita took his cock out. It was as frighteningly dark and thick with the loose foreskin over the hood, as she remembered it to be and was fully erect. She wondered how he managed to get an erection so soon.

“Now while you get rid of your blouse, put your pretty feet on this and play with it. ” Bhasu said.

“Why, oh why? My husband will be coming. Come some other time if you must. ” Anita was in tears.

“Some other time also I will come, darling. Don’t worry. And I know very well who comes when. Will you do it or do I have to tear it off your body?” Bhasu threatened.

As Anita unhooked the blouse, he stared at her breasts clad in the transparent bra. Hesitatingly, she unhooked the bra also and kept it on the sofa besides her. She then complied with Bhasu’s instructions and took his cock between her feet. She started pulling and releasing the foreskin. In the process precum started leaking and smeared her toes. He however kissed her toes and licked them clean.

“Now get up and strip. Don’t look so aghast. You are not a holy person whom I come to visit. I come to fuck you. Should I tell you a secret? I have fucked almost all the women where Lakshmi works. ”

What rubbish! Anita thought. It seems he has lost his bearings, but how to get rid of him.

He paused for a while drinking in Anita's virtually nude body except for the panty.

“But, ” Bhasu carried on, “your pussy and your tight buttocks are the sexiest. Here let me help you. ” He pulled the flimsy panty down in one tug.

“Not only is your pussy the sexiest but the tightest. That is why I came back. I knew that you are not fucked regularly. By the way why do all rich women wear panty? It is so small it hides nothing. Just a bit of pussy but nothing at all in the buttocks. Lakshmi does not wear them. And this bra? It is fully netted. I see them hanging in the shops. Even when you were wearing them, your nipples could be clearly seen. You want people to see them, don’t you?”

“This man is crazy. ” Anita thought but she could not help feeling a bit of pride that after ten years of marriage and regular sex she was still tight. But felt ashamed that this praise was from someone like Bhasu.

“If you liked the compliment about your pussy, you can thank me. ” It was as if Bhasu had read her thoughts.

Anita blushed but kept quiet.

Bhasu was still sitting on the floor.

“Get rid of those tears and come closer. ”he said.

He started feeling Anita right from the feet upwards. His face he kept close to her pussy.

“Lovely smell. ” He said “You were expecting your husband or someone else?”

His hands were at her buttocks while his tongue was probing open the lips of her pussy. He tried to shove the index finger of one hand in her ass hole while the other felt her breasts.

“No, not there. ”Anita said resolutely.

“Then where, love? Oh the same lovely tits! Mmmmm! Listen, I do not need to be told what to do and what not to. ”

Bhasu said thrusting his tongue inside her pussy.

“Okay turn around and bend now. ”

“No. ”Anita remained firm.

He swiftly caught hold of one arm and twisted it so that she had to bend.

“Now spread your legs and don’t disobey me even once or you will get even more hurt than you did last time. And don’t try this drama. I know that you are enjoying this. Wow what is this? A pretty tattoo! Right on your buttocks. Went to the shop and got it done. There you don’t feel any shame undressing in front of an unknown man. ”

“No, This can be done in the home only. ”Anita protested.

“Shut up! I do not need any explanation. ” He barked.

With his fingers at the curvature of her feet he started sliding both his hands till her pussy and gave a tight whack on her bottocks.

“You know one of the reasons I come to fuck you is the shape you give to these. ”

Bhasu then pulled the cheeks of her buttocks apart and saw the tiny ass hole. He tried to insert a finger but it was too tight and Anita gasped.

“Today you are not wearing the chain around your waist. Girdle, you said it was. The gold one. It went well with your body. Anyway, go and get some vaseline. ”

“No, please no. You can do it otherwise. You have done it otherwise. Why insist there?” Anita pleaded.

Bhasu laughed.

“Did I say I would do it there? Go and get it. ”

Anita hesitated.

“Come on. Be quick. As it is you walk around nude in the house so why this hestation?” Bhasu said.

She went to the bedroom leaving all her clothes in the drawing room only. As she pulled the drawer of the dressing table she saw that Bhasu was there with all her clothes and alternatively sniffing her panty and bra.

“ You want to be fucked or you want to be left alone? I will do one thing which is quite fair. Give me your finger. Hmm. Very nice” Bhasu said licking it.

Holding her hand with both of his hands he directed it towards her pussy and inserted it for a second before pulling it out. Anita’s finger was wet with her secretions. Bhasu slowly licked it clean.

“See, ” he said “You are all wet and dying to get fucked. So far as the Vaseline is there apply it liberally on your ass hole. Don’t ask me if I will fuck you there or not. It is for your own benefit. ”

“But I have fucked you so often that ------ what?”Bhasu stopped.

“Not so often. ” Anita replied firmly. “You did that once and without my consent. ”

“I am so sorry. I should have done it more. Is that what you wanted to say?” Bhasu sneeringly asked.

Anita remained quiet. How could one argue with this man!

“What I was saying was that there should be some conversation between us also. So first tell me is your husband’s cock bigger than mine? Come on now, don’t feel shy. What is there to feel shy now? Or is there?”

He said making a mock attempt to put a finger up her ass hole.

“Look, if you remain quiet you will get into trouble. Did I not tell you what Lakshmi’s pussy is like. Like a jungle. And yours is like a well maintained garden. So you should also tell me about your husband’s cock. So what is his cock like?”

“ Same as yours. ”Anita mumbled.

“Not like that. Say that both our cocks are similar. But the colour must be different. Right?”

God! This time he had planned humiliation. Well, if that has to be, so be it.

“Yes, your cock and my husband’s cock are similar except for the colour. 'she replied with a straight face.

“Good. Then you can very well imagine that he is fucking you when I get down to it. Does he fuck you daily? If you want you can also ask me whether I fuck Lakshmi daily. ”

Anita again remained quiet.

“Come on! ”Bhasu persisted.

“Not daily but every alternate day. 'she replied truthfully.

“Say, my husband fucks me every alternate day. And look at poor me. What is my fault? Why should I get to fuck you so rarely? Is it fair?Look what a shame for a pretty lady. The cock is losing its erection. Get down to sucking it immediately. ”

There was absolutly no way out. Last time he did the job and got away. This time he has hundreds of queries in addition to the fucking part.

As she bent down, Bhasu said “First tease it with your nipples. They are so erect I just don’t feel like ignoring them. Lakshmi’s are all black but yours are so chocolatey in colour. ”

This constant comparison with Lakshmi was getting on Anita’s nerves. She bent and made her nipples touch his cock briefly and before he could say much she took the head in her mouth. After the previous incident she had got over her inhibitions about sucking and getting the discharge in her mouth. Even Amit had been surprised. Pleasantly.

“Yes, that is better. ” He caught hold of her hair with one hand and started the rhythm. She too cooperated hoping that he would discharge soon and go away. Without her knowledge he had smeared his fingers and the thumb with the vaseline that she had brought. Slowly he took his index finger of the other hand at the tip of her ass hole and suddenly thrust it in slightly.

Anita started to get up but her hair were in his hand.

“See, no problem, whatsoever. This hole has also been given for men to insert their cocks. For instance at times there may be two men wanting to fuck you at the same time. And you can oblige them. But if you don’t like this I will do something else. Leave the cock or would you like to carry on sucking it?Lie on the bed, fold your legs, the soles of your feet should be in the air, the knees close to your tits, arms apart. If you move your arms I will break your teeth. Don’t think I have come here to fool around. ”He said threateningly.

Bhasu placed himself between her legs, his cock at the entry of her pussy. He then started licking the nape of her neck, right upto her ear. After that he thrust his tongue inside her ear, brought it over her lips, licked the upper lip very slowly, sucked the lower lip, then pried open her mouth with his tongue and thrust his tongue inside. This time he appeared to be an expert in titillating Anita.

“Give me your tongue. ”he whispered.

Anita’s body was on fire. She was wondering why Bhasu was not doing what he had come to do. Why was he not fucking her? Why this tease? Did he want her to beg? Oh God, what did he want?

She did not have to be told to give him her tongue. They both sucked at each other’s tongues wildly. This time he did not taste all that foul either. All the while his hands were at her armpits, gently pulling the sparse hair. Now he focussed his attention on to her nipples. First he blew at them and then encircled the aerol with his tongue alternating between one nipple and the other. He kept on doing this till the nipples were fully erect. Even now he gently flicked his tongue over them but did not take them in his mouth.

Anita wanted to move her hands, pull his head on to her nipples but when she attempted he repeated the warning. She desperately wanted him to suck them. They were aching with anticipation and with constant teasing. All the realisation that he was Lakshmi’s husband was forgotten. His cock was still where it was: with leaking precum at the entry of her pussy.

Suddenly Bhasu got up.

“Last time I had fucked you. This time you are at liberty to fuck me. I will lie on the bed. You will sit on me. Yes, you can take the cock in your pussy, bend and tease me with your nipples. ”

Anita was in a dilemma. Should she sit on his cock? She again saw it. It was dark and reddish. She herself was fair and pink. He had already fucked her. Did once more make any difference? As it is she was dying to be fucked. On the other hand what about the vows that she and Amit had taken together?Should she knowingly and willingly get fucked by another man and that too a maid's husband. If it was forcible sex it could be condoned but could she herself take it inside her pussy. That was the right of only Amit.

“Come on, come on. I don’t have all evening even if you do. All the other Mem Sahibs get fucked immediately and you are acting so pricey. Don’t tell me that you have not been fucked before by anybody else. I know these rich types. Lakshmi herself told me that she has seen photographs of you almost nude on the beach where there are so many people. ”

God! Lakshmi had seen the album when at Amit’s insistence she had worn that bikini that had been purchased from Mumbai. She had been extremely self conscious initially but gradually had enjoyed being the cynosure of all eyes. Even Amit was very happy.

She sat on his stomach and bent to offer him her nipples. Her cock was near her stomach and since it was at full erection it was touching her belly button.

“Place your feet in my armpits. I like to feel pretty feet near me and yours are so pretty. Nail polished, anklets and toe rings. You wear toe rings because you are married? Good girl! I thought so. See how lousy Lakshmi is! Who can get an erection with her by the side?”

Anita could feel the precum leaking from his cock and sticking to her stomach right down to her pubic hair. He again did not take the nipple in his mouth, but kept on nibbling lightly at the nipples.

A phone call disturbed them. Anita picked up the cordless phone to answer it. As she said “hello” he bit her nipple. As Anita gasped, he tried to lift her hips up with both his hands. Their eyes met and somehow an unsaid agreement was reached. She did not resist but went along with the pressure applied by Bhasu and cooperated in lifting her hips. He aimed his cock at the pussy and left her. She sat down on it and it slipped in so smoothly that Anita felt as if a tremendous burden had been lifted off her. Due to her weight it went deep inside her and almost touched the cervix. Anita gasped. She disconnected the phone without even listening as to who was at the other end and experienced an orgasm even without the strokes. This was sheer bliss.

“Don”t squeeze my cock. ”

Bhasu said mockingly. He caught hold of both of her breasts and squeezed them. With the pressure of his hands he made her take a few strokes by rising and falling on his cock in which she cooperated by picking her pussy away and falling on him. This made a plonk noise and embedded his cock fully inside her pussy each time she came down on it. It was a wonderful sight in the mirror. His thick dark tool virtually disappearing in the folds of Anita’s creamy pussy.

He again dislodged her, made her lie down, kept one foot on his shoulder and thrust his cock again into her slippery pussy.

“Know why I did this? So that you can also see in the mirror how my cock disappears inside you. Like it? Think it is dark? Doesn’t matter. You like it. I am sure your husband has a fair cock. And you don’t like it? Oh you do, okay? When I said you were tight I meant that your pussy unrolls my foreskin and permits the cock only. In loose ones the entire thing goes. ”He kept on rambling.