That did it for both of us. Once again we had wild sex that night.
From then on, my wife also started to spend a lot more time in the kitchen, simply talking and conversing with Bhola. She had always remained a little aloof from any servant class, but it became normal to see her and Bhola laugh and talk in the kitchen. They also started to get quite close, and I would sometimes see Neetu lean in and touch Bhola's arm while talking to him. Other times she would laugh and throw her head back, and then stroke his arm afterwards.
"You know, it's true." Neetu told me one night, as we were having sex. "Bhola and Mrs. Gill."
"What? Which Mrs. Gill?" I was surprised. "Jyoti Gill? The lady who lives in the last house on our lot?"
Jyoti was one of our neighbors. She was close to age to Neetu, and her husband worked in a bank here.
"Yes," Neetu nodded, as she positioned herself. I was by now hard and entered her.
"Ugh." Neetu cried out. "Be gentle, meri jaan!"
"Sorry." I apologized. Soon I got a rhythm going as I started to fuck her. Neetu and I were fucking often now.
"It is true - all that gossip." Neetu continued absent mindedly, as I nibbled on her boobs. "Finally, Bhola confessed it to me himself the other day. I was actually asking Bhola why he doesn't get a girl friend, and when he was looking to get married. He surprised me by saying he doesn't want to get married. He likes sleeping around."
"Really? Our Bhola?" I was a little surprised. I knew he went out and about, and we didn't really put any restrictions on him, but still it was surprise to learn that he was a Casanova.
"I told him, 'Surely you can't do that forever.'" Neetu said. "I told him sooner or later the women will want to get married. That's when he said they won't. Because these women were already married. Apparently all of his girl friends were already married women."
"What? That's ridiculous."
"That's what I said." Neetu was talking as I kept pumping into her. "And then you know what Bhola said. He replied, 'Well, the guys that these women are married to, they are real losers. They can't keep their wives satisfied even if their life depended on it. So... memsaab... you see, I am doing everyone a favor by fucking these women.' My jaws were on the floor, I tell you."
"He must be bluffing." I reasoned. "Making a false boast."
"Actually." Neetu was into the story now. "That's when he confessed. When Jyoti's husband was away in Dubai for that whole year, Bhola was having an affair with her. He would go in the afternoon when you were at work, and I was taking a nap, and he would... fuck her."
For some time then on, we didn't say much more, as we focused on our own lovemaking. My penis was going in and out of my wife and I was building up to my orgasm. Bhola was the farthest thing from my mind at the moment. I pressed my lips onto hers and we sucked each other's tongues for a bit, even as I continued to fuck her. I could see that Neetu was slowly starting to warm up to my ministrations.
"And apparently Bhola also fucked our neighbor Nausheen." Neetu continued. "Remember when her husband went to Kuwait for six months? Bhola was fucking her as well. Allegedly he has been with seven women in our colony!"
"Really, he said so. Seven? Sounds a bit exaggerated, don't you think?"
"Not really." Neetu laughed. "You know, I believe him. He told me so many stories in detail - it must be true. Admit it! He has fucked so many married women in our colony, and now his target is your own wife, my love! Imagine me, being girl friends with my own servant, and Bhola fucking me on this very bed!"
"Oh... God." Suddenly the image of Bhola fucking and ejaculating into Neetu's wet cunt was too much for me, and I helplessly started to cum.
"Oh, my love. My love. It's ok. Cum." Neetu kissed me and stroked my back, as I continued to pump my semen into her. Finally, I was done. Neetu kept a hand on my ass, caressing me lovingly, squeezing my buttocks and kissing my cheeks.
From then on, my wife also started to spend a lot more time in the kitchen, simply talking and conversing with Bhola. She had always remained a little aloof from any servant class, but it became normal to see her and Bhola laugh and talk in the kitchen. They also started to get quite close, and I would sometimes see Neetu lean in and touch Bhola's arm while talking to him. Other times she would laugh and throw her head back, and then stroke his arm afterwards.
"You know, it's true." Neetu told me one night, as we were having sex. "Bhola and Mrs. Gill."
"What? Which Mrs. Gill?" I was surprised. "Jyoti Gill? The lady who lives in the last house on our lot?"
Jyoti was one of our neighbors. She was close to age to Neetu, and her husband worked in a bank here.
"Yes," Neetu nodded, as she positioned herself. I was by now hard and entered her.
"Ugh." Neetu cried out. "Be gentle, meri jaan!"
"Sorry." I apologized. Soon I got a rhythm going as I started to fuck her. Neetu and I were fucking often now.
"It is true - all that gossip." Neetu continued absent mindedly, as I nibbled on her boobs. "Finally, Bhola confessed it to me himself the other day. I was actually asking Bhola why he doesn't get a girl friend, and when he was looking to get married. He surprised me by saying he doesn't want to get married. He likes sleeping around."
"Really? Our Bhola?" I was a little surprised. I knew he went out and about, and we didn't really put any restrictions on him, but still it was surprise to learn that he was a Casanova.
"I told him, 'Surely you can't do that forever.'" Neetu said. "I told him sooner or later the women will want to get married. That's when he said they won't. Because these women were already married. Apparently all of his girl friends were already married women."
"What? That's ridiculous."
"That's what I said." Neetu was talking as I kept pumping into her. "And then you know what Bhola said. He replied, 'Well, the guys that these women are married to, they are real losers. They can't keep their wives satisfied even if their life depended on it. So... memsaab... you see, I am doing everyone a favor by fucking these women.' My jaws were on the floor, I tell you."
"He must be bluffing." I reasoned. "Making a false boast."
"Actually." Neetu was into the story now. "That's when he confessed. When Jyoti's husband was away in Dubai for that whole year, Bhola was having an affair with her. He would go in the afternoon when you were at work, and I was taking a nap, and he would... fuck her."
For some time then on, we didn't say much more, as we focused on our own lovemaking. My penis was going in and out of my wife and I was building up to my orgasm. Bhola was the farthest thing from my mind at the moment. I pressed my lips onto hers and we sucked each other's tongues for a bit, even as I continued to fuck her. I could see that Neetu was slowly starting to warm up to my ministrations.
"And apparently Bhola also fucked our neighbor Nausheen." Neetu continued. "Remember when her husband went to Kuwait for six months? Bhola was fucking her as well. Allegedly he has been with seven women in our colony!"
"Really, he said so. Seven? Sounds a bit exaggerated, don't you think?"
"Not really." Neetu laughed. "You know, I believe him. He told me so many stories in detail - it must be true. Admit it! He has fucked so many married women in our colony, and now his target is your own wife, my love! Imagine me, being girl friends with my own servant, and Bhola fucking me on this very bed!"
"Oh... God." Suddenly the image of Bhola fucking and ejaculating into Neetu's wet cunt was too much for me, and I helplessly started to cum.
"Oh, my love. My love. It's ok. Cum." Neetu kissed me and stroked my back, as I continued to pump my semen into her. Finally, I was done. Neetu kept a hand on my ass, caressing me lovingly, squeezing my buttocks and kissing my cheeks.
