French Heat : Lust is in the Air
Korben Hunter
French Heat
Lust is in the Air
Korben Hunter
© Sultry Publications, 2023
Table Of Contents
Introduction
Series Info
Chapter 1 – Private Flight to Paris
Chapter 2 – Welcome to Paris
Chapter 3 – Suite, Not Sweet
Chapter 4 – Family Chat
Chapter 5 – Aditi at His Service
Chapter 6 – Rohan Receives TLC
Chapter 7 – Sonal Reports for Duty
Chapter 8 – Dinner with Family
Chapter 9 – Nushrat is Ready
Chapter 10 – Madhuri Acts with Boldness
Chapter 11 – Madhuri Sleeps in the Small Room
Chapter 12 – Manushi Shows Her Love
Chapter 13 – Madhuri Gets What She Deserves
Chapter 14 – A Bet Between Mother and Daughter
Chapter 15 – Nushrat Has a Craving
Chapter 16 – Nene Has an Interesting Morning
Chapter 17 – Nushrat Fully Becomes His Secretary
Chapter 18 – Sonal Comes Prepared
Chapter 19 – Sonal Starts Earning Her Place
Chapter 20 – Manushi Breaks Nushrat
Chapter 21 – Sonal Falls for Her Boss
Chapter 22 – Plan for the Day
Chapter 23 – Samantha is Anxious
Chapter 24 – Samantha on a Business Call
Chapter 25 – Aditi Makes a Promise
Chapter 26 – Samantha is Ready for Him
Chapter 27 – Samantha Meets Rohan
Chapter 28 – Samantha Negotiates
Chapter 29 – Samantha Welcomes Rohan
Chapter 30 – Angira Helps Her Boss
Chapter 31 – Samantha Has Lunch with the Client
Chapter 32 – Rohan Works with Samantha
Chapter 33 – Rohan Addresses the Staff
Chapter 34 – Rohan Acquires a CEO
Chapter 35 – A Moment for Rohan
Chapter 36 – Aditi Gives a Tour
Chapter 37 – Nikesha Wants the Story
Chapter 38 – Rashmika Comes with a Plan
Chapter 39 – Rashmika Reports to Him
Chapter 40 – Rashmika Tries to be Useful
Chapter 41 – Nayantara is Worried
Chapter 42 – Breaking Rashmika Mandanna
Chapter 43 – Rashmika Craves Him
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Disclaimer
All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. Rohan is a fictional character, his world is fictional, the businesses he owns are a figment of the author’s imagination, and the people he interacts with are fictional. This is a story written purely for entertainment and all the elements in this are fictional, created for the purpose of making the story interesting and enjoyable. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, shall be considered a coincidence for which the author and the publisher shall not be responsible.
It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.
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Adult Content Warning
Please be advised that this is a very adult story, what would be called X-rated in the US content rating system and XXX by the internet rating. There are a lot of sexual situations and graphic descriptions of sexual acts between men and women contained in this story.
This story includes a lot of sexual language including many hard core terms. This is a story written for entertainment and the situations as well as the actions performed by the characters are not real nor is it advised to follow their example in real life. The story includes many examples of polygamy, polyandry, cheating, cuckolding and some elements of BDSM. This is a story from fantasy and is not meant to be followed in real life.
Readers are advised to exercise discretion while reading the story and not get immersed in it to the point that it blurs the boundaries between real and fantasy. This is meant to be fun, read it purely for enjoyment. The description of any acts in this story is not an indication that they are endorsed by the author or the publisher.
There are many sexual situations and activities described in this book where creative licence has been taken to exaggerate reality for erotic effect. Readers are cautioned to not follow anything in this book and always practice safe sex in their lives. This book is fantasy, these characters do not come to harm other than as imagined by the author but the same things can be harmful and dangerous if followed in real life. Please do not take your guidance for sexual activities from this fantasy book.
It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any person, group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.
Introduction
By now you must know my love-hate relationship with spin-off’s. I don’t like to write them as they acquire a life of their own and introduce complications in my life. Each spin-off is a timeline branch that I have to manage and although this is erotica not serious literature, sometimes it feels like I am writing time travel in the way I have to retrofit situations and characters into a timeline. It doesn’t always work seamlessly.
Still, I do like to write spin-off’s as they give me a play area to play with new characters and also with new situations for the old characters. Most of the time, I write a spin-off because I get an idea and can’t get rid of it. This story which is set in the Power Player universe was just such an idea.
Here I can’t go into the details of how this whole spin-off idea developed, read my subreddit BollywoodStories for that. In short though, this was an idea that two of Rohan’s girls have a birthday in the same month one day away from each other. He wants to do something special for their birthdays. At the same time he is negotiating a deal to buy a TV station in Paris. What could be more romantic than taking them to Paris for their birthdays and do the business at the same time?
From there the plot just wrote itself. Some of the roles were easy to select and for some I had freedom to choose new characters. By now having done several spin-off’s in the Man of Power universe I am a bit aware of the pitfalls of writing a spin-off timeline. It has to be a timeline in the future because if it was something that happened in the past then it would have already been covered in a previous book. The future timeline creates two problems – one, there would be spoilers, two, fitting events into timeboxes.
Let me take an example, if the last book in the main timeline finished at time point A, and the spin-off starts at time point B, then everything that happens between A and B must fit in that time. I have a plot, there is cause and effect relationship between things so I can’t just take things out. I avoid this problem in this spin-off by not mentioning how long is the time period between A and B. I have also tried to keep this a relatively short period.
This story starts at a point where Rohan and Manushi have just formally been engaged, but I don’t mention how long it was from the last book (Power Player 4) to their engagement or how long it is from the engagement to the Paris trip. This gives me some room to play with. I can write ten books after Power Player 4 before Paris spin-off 1 starts if I need to.
However, the spoiler problem is a bit more complex. I have tried to avoid it by moving the story out of India so that some of the characters and situations are not touched by it but there is a limit to how much you can isolate the story. There is only one exception to that and that is the Rashmika Mandanna character. I deliberately brought her in even though I didn’t have to because she is my favourite girl and a favourite of the fans as well. She brightens up the story.
One thing you should keep in mind, all the interpersonal relationships would have evolved slightly since you last met these characters. If you think something is out of character, consider many of the things that would have happened in the meantime.
Let’s hope you enjoy this story as a welcome tangent from the main story line.
Series Info
Don’t ask me if you can enjoy this story in itself without reading Power Player and I won’t have to tell you any lies. No, this story completely depends on the Power Player universe and you need to have read all four of those books before you pick this one up otherwise you would be lost.
Yes, I know it’s only erotica but sex in my stories is based around a lot of situations and relationships. Most of those for this book are already set up in the Power Player books. There are some new characters that you will meet in this book for the first time, those are not dependent on the other books.
To summarise, Rohan Oberoi is a dashing, young businessman who has moved to India from US to start a variety of businesses in India. He meets Manushi who is a beautiful middle-class girl and a business student. He falls for her and she for him. When their relationship progresses, she introduces Rohan to her family and he falls just as hard for Manushi’s mother Madhuri, an enchantingly beautiful ex-Miss India, as he had for Manushi herself.
Being the kind of guy he is and the kind of relationship he has with Manushi, Rohan takes her mother in his possession as well. All that and more happened in the main timeline. Now in this story Rohan takes his fiancée and her family to Paris. Here he will meet Samantha who is a gorgeous woman who owns a TV station in Paris.
More than that, I should let you find out in the story itself but talking about the series, Rohan is in Paris for two weeks and the way I write with every little detail described, it can’t be covered in just one book, so you will be invited to come along with Rohan to Paris again.
Happy reading!
Chapter 1 – Private Flight to Paris
“Did you know there’s all kinds of fruit in the kitchen?” Kartik said as he took his seat next to Tara “That tall, sexy airhostess said she will make me a fruit salad.”
Tara laughed “That girl is the Head of Hospitality and General Manager of Rohan’s hotel – Hotel Maharaja.”
“What?” Kartik Aryan’s jaw dropped “Are you kidding?”
“No,” Tara laughed again “her name is Deepika Padukone.”
“But....but...then why is she working as an airhostess on this flight?”
“Well, Rohan is the top boss and he is flying the plane.” Tara pointed out.
“No, no, this is his plane, it’s not the same thing.”
“I don’t know what the real reason is but I think she likes to serve him personally, if you know what I mean.”
Kartik shook his head “I don’t know what you mean.”
Tara rolled her eyes “Kartik! You are such a dumbo. She works under him. She is his girl.”
“But he is engaged to...” Suddenly Kartik’s eyes got big with shock “you mean Rohan fucks her?”
Tara shrugged her shoulders “I don’t know from my own knowledge but I think yes.”
“No, yaar,” Kartik shook his head “she is so smoking hot. Wo Rohan ko kyon degi? She is like a filmstar level hottie.”
[Why would she spread for him?]
“And he is her boss.” Tara said “Sab ladkiyan boss ko deti hain.”
[All the girls spread for their boss.]
Deepika came over with a tray and opened a table in front of Kartik and Tara’s sofa. She placed the tray on the table.
“Here is your fruit salad, Sir.” She said. The tray held a bowl of fruit salad and a little fork.
“Are you really the general manager of Rohan’s hotel?” Kartik asked.
Deepika smiled. She was a tall, gorgeous woman and she was wearing an outfit that was making Kartik lick his lips. her top was a sparkly halter top with a deep, wide cleavage showing her full, heavy tits in a mouthwatering display. There was no back to the top other than the straps. Her while silk miniskirt was tied low on her hips to show off her flat midriff and her navel. It was quite short reaching down only to her midthigh on her right and open on the left leg, baring her leg all the way to her thigh joint. She was wearing 7” mules on her feet.
“Yes, I manage the Maharaja Oberoi hotel.” She said.
“But then, why are you....?” Kartik didn’t know how to ask the question.
“When boss said he is going to Paris with family,” Deepika answers his unasked question “he asked me to assign two trusted airhostesses. Kriti Sanon and I were both airhostesses before, and we both wanted to serve him personally.”
“You left the hotel to come and be an airhostess for him?” Kartik said.
“Mhmmm.” Deepika smiled “My boss likes the best, so I could not give this task to anybody else. Kriti works under him at the office anyway so while he is not there, she didn’t need to be there as well.”
“But you are the manager.” Kartik said.
“Yes, but my assistant manager is very experienced and professional.” Deepika said “She will manage easily without me for two weeks.”
Kartik was still trying to understand this “You came to be become airhostess, just to serve him personally?”
“Well, I had not been to Paris for a while.” Deepika gave him her golden jubilee smile “I love Paris.”
It seemed that Kartik ran out of questions.
Deepika turned to Tara and said “Would you like something, Miss Tara?”
“No, thank you.” Tara smiled “But that skirt of yours, is it approved by jiju? It looks too long.”
“Yes, he approved it.” Deepika smiled back “It’s because it’s open on this side.”
“But from that side, I can see your panties peeking out,” Tara said “and jiju doesn’t approve of panties.”
Deepika grinned “I know what he likes and I don’t wear panties even in my daily life so how can they peek out?”
“Ah, my bad.” Tara said.
“No problem.” Deepika smiled again.
She went and asked other family members if they wanted anything.
Tara smiled at Kartik “See? She doesn’t wear panties?”
“And that’s such a short skirt, open also.” He said.
“No, stupid,” Tara said “she knows jiju’s rule about panties and she follows it. What does that tell you?”
“Pakka deti hogi.” Kartik said.
[She definitely spreads for him.]
Chapter 2 – Welcome to Paris
When their plane landed at a private airport in Paris, there was a team of people with cars to take them to their hotel. Their immigration check was done in seconds. Rohan had already made sure everybody’s visa was processed two days before their trip.
“I know you said it’s fine, Rohan,” Dr. Nene said “but I want to tell you, please don’t let us get in your way. You are very nice to bring the whole family but you are here for your business deal so if we get in your way, I mean, we can do sightseeing on our own while you take care of your business.”
Rohan’s team had brought enough cars for everybody. They were all long limousines. Rohan, Dr. Nene, Madhuri and Manushi were in the same car.
“You may have to do some of that, but we are not here just for business.” Rohan took Madhuri’s hand in his who was sitting next to him “Both my mother-in-law’s and my fiancée’s birthday are coming this month with one day’s difference. I wanted to celebrate it in style for both my girls.”
Madhuri leaned in and kissed his cheek “You are so sweet, darling. I have not celebrated my birthday in years, but we can celebrate Manu’s birthday with glitz and glamour, and I will support you in that.”
Rohan put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She was wearing a pink tank dress with thin straps, it had an asymmetrical skirt that reached halfway to her knees, but it was only a sheer, see-through layer. The inside layer that was tight on her ass only reached down to her upper thighs. There was no back to the dress and Rohan’s hand was resting on her smooth, bare waist.
He brushed the hair from her cheek with his left hand and asked softly “Are you trying to go against my wishes, my darling Sasu Maa?”
“Would I dare?” Madhuri laughed in his eyes.
“Good.” He leaned in and firmly pressed his lips on her soft, red lips, kissing her without open mouth but doing it slowly so his breath merged with hers “We are going to celebrate your birthday as well.”
“Thank God, there is someone who can control her.” Manushi said from the other seat “We have been trying to get her to celebrate her birthday for several years now. She always makes some excuse.”
“Now she is in my control.” Rohan squeezed her with is arm around her waist “she will be a good girl.”
“Yes, I will be.” Madhuri smiled her gorgeous beauty queen smile.
“Besides, I am going to use Madhu for business as well.” Rohan told Nene.
“You will?” Nene said.
“You will?” Madhuri said.
“Of course, she will cut the ribbon when I get possession of the TV station.” Rohan said.
“I have not done that in years.” Madhuri said “I used to do that a lot after I won the Miss India.”
“You are still my gorgeous Miss India, Madhu.” Rohan squeezed her again.
“Aww, thank you, honey.” She cuddled up to him, pressing her breast into his side.
Nene squirmed in his seat as he watched. He knew he could not say anything.
Chapter 3 – Suite, Not Sweet
They ran into a problem when they got to the hotel.
“I am sorry, Sir.” The girl behind the counter was ready to cry “I only have one suite booked for you.”
The name plate on her desk declared her to be “Jasmin Walia”. She was young and hot with a curvaceous, supple body and big breasts that were all but popping out of her green tank dress. The 6” heels she was wearing were pushing her ass up in a very sexy way and her long legs were bare in that minidress that stopped at her mid-thighs. Her make up was done expertly, her hair was loose on her shoulders and she looked like she would be damn hot if she smiled. But right now she was not smiling, she was frowning in distress.
Before Rohan could say anything, a sexy woman in a skintight dress walked up to the counter.
“Is there a problem?” She said “Bonjour, Sir. I am Aditi Govitrikar, I am the manager of Hotel Royale de Paris. Can I help you?”
“Miss Govitrikar, I am Rohan Oberoi –“
“Of course, I know who you are, Sir.” Aditi said “Please call me Aditi. I am at your service. Is there a problem?” She turned to the girl “Jasmin, we knew Sir was coming. We have all the arrangements made. What’s the problem?”
Jasmin looked even more terrified “Ma’am, the contractors are working in the three-bedroom suite, we only have one suite available for Sir, and his family, they won’t fit in one suite. I...I don’t know how....”
“How can this happen?” Aditi said “We have had their bookings for a while. The contractors were not supposed to start until next week.”
“Aditi,” Rohan took her wrist and turned her towards him “listen, darling, I am not interested in assigning blame. These things happen. Right now my family is tired from a long flight. Is there anything you can do for us?”
Even though Aditi was a mature woman, she had the beauty, poise and confidence of a model. She had a gorgeous face and a well-maintained body. She was wearing a white halter dress that conformed to every gorgeous curve of her body and displayed her sexy breasts in a generous cleavage. The dress was backless almost down to her ass crack and did not allow for a bra. Her full, heavy tits were sagging under their own weight and looked mouth-watering doing it. The dress went down to her ankles but there was a slit over her left leg that bared her shapely leg all the way to the thigh joint. There was just a tiny hint of her thong as it just barely covered her pussy and it would not be visible if the dress were not made of such thin cotton. She was wearing 6” high heels which made her ass push up in a way that told the world that she was proud of that tight, shapely ass.
“Yes, Sir.” Aditi stepped closer to him and put her hand on his chest, rubbing gently “Please give me ten minutes, I will arrange for another suite –“
“Darling, I am not one of your high-maintenance clients. I won’t throw a tantrum if you don’t get me a suite.” Rohan put his arm around Aditi’s slender, bare waist and let his hand rest on her lower back, right on her smooth, warm skin. She leaned in closer as easily as if she had been his girlfriend for years. He said “As long as you can accommodate all my family on the same floor, I think that will be fine.”
“Let me see, Sir,” Aditi turned in a way that Rohan’s arm stayed around her and his hand moved around her slender waist to end up on her flat stomach, right over her navel. He could feel her warmth through the thin fabric of the dress. She was now between him and the counter, her shapely, warm body pressing lightly back on his body. She looked at the girl “Jasmin, what do we have on the 41st floor, other than the suite?”
Jasmin asked the same thing from the computer and said “Ma’am, there is one suite that has two bedrooms and a living room. There is one twin room, one double room and two single rooms there.”
Aditi didn’t turn, she leaned back on Rohan’s chest so her bare back rubbed on his chest. She turned her head to look at him “Sir, I can get another suite freed if you give me a couple of hours.”
Keeping his arm around her, he squeezed her subtly so only she and he knew his dick was pressing on her buttock “No need, darling. I can take the double room.”
“Are you sure, Sir?” Aditi’s breath was warm on his cheek as she spoke “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I am really sorry this happened.” She made no effort to move away from him.
“No problem, dear.” Rohan stepped back and gathered the family around him by looking at them “Let’s do it this way. Father-in-law, you and Abhi uncle take the suite that has the two bedrooms with your wives. Manu and I will take a double room. The rooms are close by?”
He looked at Aditi and she came to him quickly like pulled by a magnet. He put his arm around her again, resting his hand on her bare lower back just above her ass crack.
“Let me check, Sir,” She turned her head without moving away from him “Jasmin?”
“Ma’am, one double room is next to the suite, there is a connecting door also.” Jasmin said helpfully “There is a twin room on the other side of the double room and another double opposite the double.”
Nushrat Bharucha came to Rohan “Sir, single room is enough for me.”
Before Rohan could say anything, Tara said “Why don’t you and I take the twin room, Nush?”
“Ok, sure.” Nushrat agreed.
“Then Kartik, can take the double opposite.”
“Single is fine for me.” Kartik said.
“No, it’s ok,” Rohan said “we want to keep the whole family close.”
“Thanks.” Kartik said.
“Sir, would you give me just a few minutes, please?” Aditi said “I will get everything ready.”
Rohan nodded and said “That’s fine. We can wait in the lobby.”
Aditi said “Sir, why don’t you wait in the lounge? You can have a drink while you wait. I will bring the keys myself there. The drinks will be on the house to say sorry for our mix-up.”
“Thank you. Aditi.” Rohan smiled and squeezed her once before letting her go. Aditi gave him a sweet smile back.
She called a bellboy who took the family to the hotel lounge.
Chapter 4 – Family Chat
“Why did your bring your secretary for the family trip?” Abhishek said softly to his wife as they were walking to the lounge.
“This is also a business trip for Rohan, Abhi.” Shweta said “Nushrat speaks and writes fluent French. She had been doing the communication on behalf of Rohan with the Paris TV station. She will be helping him here.”
“Oh.” Abhishek didn’t know what more to say. He could not tell his wife that he found Nushrat attractive and had tried to fuck her in the office before. She had been favourable to his advances, he was her boss, after all, but Shweta had noticed that and shut Nushrat down. He was afraid that she might mention something to Shweta here but he was also afraid that Nushrat was going to end up under Rohan. He knew that Rohan was already banging Shweta.
The lounge was huge. Rohan chose a corner by the window where several comfortable sofas were set up. He sat down in a two-seater sofa. Manushi sat down next to him.
Madhuri came over to him “I am sorry they are making you wait, honey. You must be tired.”
Rohan reached up, took her hand and pulled her down on his lap like she was his girlfriend. Madhuri went with his pulled and sat on his lap, wrapping her left arm around his shoulders. Her dress looked sexy and bared more of her lovely, long legs as she sat down. He caressed her smooth bare back softly and smiled.
“It was the same eight hours for everybody, gorgeous.” He said “We are all tired.”
“Yes, but we didn’t fly the plane.” Madhuri sat cuddled up with him, her left breast pressing into his chest.
“Oh, that’s ok. It takes less effort than riding a bike.” He said.
“Let them give us our rooms then I will massage your legs.” Madhuri said.
“I was gonna do the same, mumma.” Manushi said who was sitting on Rohan’s left and facing her mother “He says it’s no effort, but he must be very tired.”
“Good girl.” Madhuri smiled “I will help you.”
“Sure, mumma.” Manushi grinned “He has two legs.”
“If he had three then I would also volunteer.” Shweta said.
They were still laughing when a waitress came over to ask for their drink orders. Rohan kept Madhuri on his lap and continued to rub her smooth back up and down, without caring that his father-in-law was right there on the other sofa.
Nushrat came over and knelt on the rug in front of Rohan “Sir, is there anything you want me to do tonight? To email the TV Station or anything?”
“What are you doing, girl?” Rohan said “Sit properly.”
“It’s ok, Sir.” She said.
She was wearing a two-tone tank dress in black and pink with thin noodle straps and a deep neck. She was a very fair girl and her milky white tits were already very deeply visible in that low-neck dress but with her sitting on the floor, Rohan could see down into her dress, deep enough to see that she was not wearing any bra and that her nipples were light brown. The dress was short, covering down to her mid-thigh but riding up as she was kneeling.
“No, get up and sit properly.” Rohan said.
She got up and sat lightly on the edge of the coffee table. She did not cross her legs and Rohan was clearly able to see that Nushrat was not wearing any panties under that short dress. It’s not like that she didn’t know he would be able to see under her dress but she ignored it completely as she faced him.
“Just email them to confirm that we have arrived and ask them to confirm that the meeting tomorrow is still on for 10:00AM. Actually, asked them to move it to 11:00AM.”
“Yes, Sir.” Nushrat nodded.
The drinks arrived then and Nushrat had to get up from the coffee table. She went back to her seat.
Within fifteen minutes, Jasmin came over with key cards for the rooms.
“Sir, your room, ma’am is still setting up,” She told Rohan “she will bring the key herself in a few minutes.”
“No problem.” Rohan nodded.
Manushi got up “Baby, I will go get mom and dad set up. I will wait in their room until you come up.” She winked at him secretly.
“Sure.” He said and smiled as he knew the meaning of her wink.
Everybody followed Jasmin out. While the family waiting for the lift, Shweta pulled Nushrat aside quietly.
“You want him in you, don’t you?” She said in a low voice.
Nushrat nodded “He is just so hot!”
“Don’t be eager, he won’t spare you.”
“Are you sure?” Nushrat asked eagerly.
“Nush, you are his secretary for this trip,” Shweta said “every boss fucks his secretary. Rohan will nail you here and he will nail you more than once.”
“But, I have been working with him for two weeks already,” Nushrat said “he has not even tried to nail me.”
“Then you were working from my office.” Shweta reminded her “and him from his office. But now we are in the same place and you are as good as his personal secretary. I told you, he will claim you here, maybe tomorrow itself after your meetings and all when you two are alone away from the family.”
“Oh, you think so?”
“Yes, I am sure.” Shweta nodded “But wear something shorter and fully backless. I told you he likes slutty dresses on his girls.”
Nushrat nodded “I have just the thing. It’s a total whore dress. Maybe too much for business setting. I packed it for clubbing.”
“Wear it tomorrow.” Shweta said “We will buy more whore dresses for clubbing. We are in Paris.”
The lift dinged.
Chapter 5 – Aditi at His Service
“I am so sorry it took so long, Sir.” Aditi came into the lounge with a key card in hand “It’s ready now, I will show you to your room. Please come with me.”
“No worries, darling.” Rohan stood up.
Aditi waited until he was close to her then walked with him rather than ahead of him. There was a lift on the ground floor and they got in. She stepped close to him and he put his arm around her just as easily as before. This time she pressed tighter against his young, athletic body.
“Sir, I wanted to assure you that if you need anything,” Aditi looked in his eyes “anything at all, I will be in your service.”
He caressed her smooth back in the backless dress and smiled as his fingers grazed lightly on her soft skin “Anything?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.
“Anything covers a lot of area, darling.” He let his hand slide down to her soft, firm ass in that thin dress and squeezed once “Are you sure?”
She turned to him and put her arms around his neck “Anything. Any time. Anywhere.” Then she kissed him.
They sucked each other’s lips while the lift moved upward. Rohan’s hands were roaming on her body, taking full liberty, rubbing her bare back, squeezing her ass, pressing her into his hard cock. When he pushed his tongue into her mouth, Aditi parted her lips and pressed them tight on his lips, sucking his tongue and drinking his saliva hungrily. She was grinding her pussy on his cock and moaning in his mouth while he kneaded her ass cheeks, crushing her soft, warm body against his hard, manly frame.
“God!” She panted as they broke the kiss when the lift began to slow down.
He took out his hankie and wiped her lipstick from his lips. She adjusted her dress and they got out of the lift. She led him down the dimly lit corridor to a door and opened it with the key card.
“Sir, this is your room.” She said “I do hope you like it but please, please let me know if you need anything at all.”
He took her wrist and pulled her to him “Anything?”
Aditi looked up in his eyes and met his challenging gaze “Anything at all.”
Rohan slipped his hand inside the deep neck of her dress and squeezed her hot, bare breast. She moaned as his fingers closed around her heavy, fleshy mound but didn’t stop him.
“You make a lot of promises.” He said and continued to knead her breast.
“Mmmm.” She moaned “Look, I know you are here with your fiancée, but if you feel like changing your taste for a night, I will happily be your side dish, just call me.”
“Just for a night?” he pushed his right hand also in her dress and kneaded both her tits firmly, making her expression change as the soft, hot pain from her tits travelled down her spine into her pussy.
“Ungh!” She whimpered “Night. Day. Weekend. Nail me for the whole two weeks, I will be happy to be your casual slut. Jab leni ho bula lena, main aa jaoungi.”
[Call me when you want to fuck me. I will come.]
“But I can’t fuck you here.” He pointed out.
Aditi nodded “You decide when you want to nail me, I will arrange the place.”
“Cool.” He nodded “I don’t plan to leave here without breaking you fully.”
“I will look forward to that.” She said.
There was the sound of voices outside the door.
Aditi leaned in and kissed him on the lips “I better go before your girl comes.”
“Sure.”
Aditi gave him the key then adjusted her dress again. Then she was gone. Madhuri and Manushi both came in.
Chapter 6 – Rohan Receives TLC
“Baby, pehle mumma ki loge ya meri?” Manushi asked.
[Will you fuck mom first or me?]
Madhuri was sitting on the big living room sofa with her feet on the floor. Rohan was sitting with his back to one of the arms of the sofa and his legs straight in front of him on top of Madhuri’s bare legs. She was massaging his right leg. Manushi was sitting on a chair next to him and massaging his left leg.
She was wearing a very short yellow tank minidress and keeping her legs open so he could easily see her bare pantyless pussy as the dress rode up on her thighs. Rohan’s left hand was on her leg, caressing her smooth, warm thigh while his right hand was on Madhuri’s body, rubbing her shoulder, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers and sometimes slipping inside her deep neck dress to fondle her hot, heavy tits.
They were both staying fully available to him while serving him just like they were both his wives. He was hard and his dick was outlined in his pajama pants tenting them out but both the girls were not touching it yet. They were ready to suck him or spread their legs for him depending on his mood.
“Hmmmm, leni to dono ki hai,” He said “but pehle Madhu ki loonga. You I have for the whole night.”
[I plan to nail you both, but first I will fuck Madhu.]
“Me also, you can have for the whole night, dear,” Madhuri said “I will sleep with you.”
“But, how will you manage father-in-law?” Rohan fondled her tits in her thin dress as she talked to her.
“Don’t worry about that, honey,” Madhuri cupped his cheek in her warm hand “I will manage. But if I want to be your second wife then I have to be your property like a wife.”
“Good, but what is this ‘if’ business?” He squeezed her heavy breast “You are my second wife, don’t you believe me?”
“Mmmmm, I was only speaking figuratively, dear.” Madhuri smiled “Of course, I am your second wife, your possession, in every way you want.”
He pulled her close and kissed her on the lips “Good. Phir bhi pehle tumhari loonga.”
[First I will nail you.]
“Tumhara haq hai.” Madhuri said and continued massaging his legs.
[It’s your right.]
“I was also thinking you should fuck mumma first,” Manushi said “but I didn’t want you to think that I am not dying to have you in me.”
“Oh, are you?” He smiled and rubbed her thigh.
“Baby, seeing you in that pilot’s chair made my pussy just burn with hunger.” Manushi looked at him “You could have fucked me in the plane in front of the family and I would not have stopped you.”
“Such a dirty little whore.” Rohan fondled her breast “Are you listening to her, Madhu?”
Madhuri nodded “Just like her mother.”
“Oh, you wanted to be fucked in front of the family, too?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Well, I would not say that,” Madhuri smiled “but I was hungry for you and you know that I will not resist you. Tum jahan loge main doongi.”
[I will spread my legs wherever you want to fuck me. ]
“That reminds me, baby, why did you bring dad on this trip?” Manushi said “It would be nice for mumma to be in your possession the whole time.”
“I could not have excluded him without it being weird.” Rohan said “I was bringing Nush so had to bring Shweta and Abhi uncle. Even Kartik was on the list so it would look mean if I skipped out specific people like father-in-law or Abhi uncle.”
“Oh.” Manushi nodded.
“But don’t worry, Madhu is mine and will stay mine,” he cupped Madhuri’s cheek and rubbed her neck “Right, mother-in-law?”
“Anywhere and everywhere.” Madhuri said with a sweet smile “You have taken possession of me and now I am your property.”
There was a knock on the door. Madhuri picked up a little blanket from the side and put it over Rohan’s legs to hide his hard-on. It was still visible if anyone looked closely.
“Come in.” Rohan said.
Nene entered followed by the others.
“Ummm, the kids were wondering what the plan was.” Nene said “Are we going out, for going to dinner or something else?”
“I was thinking about taking a nap, I forgot about the food.” Rohan said “I think tonight we can have an early dinner in the hotel’s restaurant and tomorrow we can look for something more fancy outside.”
Everybody was nodding as he was talking. There was rarely any opposition to any idea that Rohan proposed.
Rohan said “I have a few emails and messages to catch up on. Why don’t you guys go ahead and I will catch up?”
Again people nodded and murmured assent.
Nushrat stepped forward. She had changed into a skimpy white halter top and a leather wraparound miniskirt open on her left leg up to her thigh joint. Her long, slender legs looked gorgeous in the short skirt that was just covering down to her mid thighs.
“Sir, should I stay?” She asked “To help with the emails?”
He shook his head “No need, darling. These are emails about the Indian businesses. You go ahead. You will be working under me from tomorrow. I will use you hard while in Paris. Be ready for that.”
Nushrat liked how he phrased it. She smiled “I am ready, Sir. Use me as hard as you like. I won’t let you down.”
“Good.”
“I will come down with Rohan.” Madhuri said “Manu, you go ahead and take care of everything.”
“Ji, mumma.” Manushi got up and kissed Rohan softly.
Nene had not missed that Rohan was hard and Madhuri’s hands were moving all along his thighs under the blanket. He suspected that Rohan was going to fuck Madhuri before coming down for dinner. There was nothing he could do about it.
They were just filing out when a girl knocked on the door which was already open.
“Yes, come in.” Rohan said.
Chapter 7 – Sonal Reports for Duty
The girl who entered was a vision of beauty. She was young, in her late twenties with slender body and a stunningly beautiful face. She was wearing a sleeveless black top, a black denim skirt and boots.
“Good evening, Sir.” She said “I am Sonal Chauhan. I am sorry I got stuck in traffic. I am your social secretary.”
Manushi took Nushrat’s arm and held her back. She whispered “You go ahead, I will join you. Please take care of everybody, help them order.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Nushrat nodded.
“And,” Manushi whispered “save a seat for Rohan next to you.”
Nushrat looked at him. A happy smile came to her lips. She nodded “Yes, ma’am.”
Rohan beckoned Sonal closer. Manushi closed the door and sat in her chair again.
“Hmmm,” Rohan looked Sonal up and down “what’s your name again?”
“Sonal Chauhan, Sir.” She said nervously and let her glance go to Madhuri and Manushi who were both continuing to massage his legs now.
“And the agency sent you?” He said.
“Yes, Sir.” She said “They said you wanted an actress or model to work under you as your social secretary for two weeks. I am a struggling actress, I applied and they chose me.”
“I also said something else.” Rohan looked at her pretty face.
Sonal blushed “You...you wanted the hottest piece they had you said.”
“Are you the hottest piece they had?” Rohan said.
“One of the hottest, Sir.” Sonal said and raised her eyes to his.
“I can believe it.” He nodded “You are gorgeous. You might be the hottest girl they have.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“But I don’t think we will get along.” Rohan said “I will have to go with the second hottest probably.”
“Wh....why, Sir?” Sonal stepped forward “Is anything wrong?”
“I don’t need just the hottest girl.” Rohan said “I like hot girls who know they are hot and show it off. You dress like you are apologising for being hot. I need the girl to be well-dressed, obedient and in my possession for two weeks. You know what that means?”
“Yes....Yes, Sir.” Sonal met his eyes “Your dress code said short and skimpy so...”
“Not enough.” Rohan shook his head “That skirt is too long and that top is not skimpy enough.” He turned to Manushi “Manu, tell Nushrat to contact the agency and tell them to –“
“Honey,” Madhuri interrupted “let me talk to her for a minute.”
“Do you know your way around Paris?” Rohan asked Sonal.
“I have recently moved here, Sir,” she said “it’s a small city. I think I know it well. But that was not in your requirement.”
“That’s right. It wasn’t. I am only asking.” He moved his legs off of Madhuri’s lap and she got up.
“Come with me, dear.” Madhuri said. She led Sonal outside the room and closed the door.
“I am sorry, I seem to have made him angry, ma’am.” Sonal said “Please, I need this job. I have recently moved here after a bad break-up and I need something to survive while I am struggling in show business.”
“Look, Sonal,” Madhuri said “you have not made him angry. My son-in-law is a very demanding man and very direct. I am sure he made it clear that he wants a girl who is very hot and dresses as per his dress code. His dress code....when he says skimpy, he means slutty.”
“Oh.” Sonal said “Please help me, ma’am. What can I do?”
“You need to be a good girl and dress as he wants.” Madhuri said “Your skirt needs to be ten inches or less, no more.”
“But that would show my panties, ma’am.”
“It won’t because you won’t be wearing panties.” Madhuri said “He doesn’t allow them.”
“Oh.” Sonal nodded “That’s fine. I am not wearing any now, it was in the brief. But with a micromini, I mean I have many of them but I wear a thong with them otherwise they show off my pussy.”
“They won’t if you wear them low and let them show off your ass crack instead.” Madhuri said.
“Oh.” Sonal said “I see. I can do that. And I have skimpy backless tops, a lot of them.”
“Good and whore heels, with 8” or higher heels, with platforms?”
“Several of them too, ma’am.” Sonal said “Will he prefer skirt top or dress on me? I have some very skimpy, revealing dresses.”
“Both are fine, as long as he get easy access to you,” Madhuri smiled “you know what I mean?”
“I guess I do.”
“Don’t guess, Sonal, be very clear about it.” Madhuri said “He is going to claim you and he won’t fuck you just once. He will keep you as his bitch for the whole two weeks.”
“He is a dashing man, ma’am.” Sonal smiled “Main waise bhi de deti unko...oh, sorry, he is your son-in-law.”
[I would have spread for him anyway.]
“That’s fine. He is your boss. I won’t get in the way of his business.” Madhuri nodded “I think wo roz lega tumhari, so if you are ready to be his possession, then only you should stick with it otherwise try and find another job.”
[He will nail you everyday.]
“Ma’am, this one pays so well that I could live on that money for six months while I am struggling.” Sonal said “And he is a very handsome man. I would love to work under him.”
“And he is buying a TV station.” Madhuri said softly.
“In Paris?” Sonal’s eyes opened wide.
Madhuri nodded “Think what that could do for a struggling actress.”
“Change her life.” Sonal breathed.
“Exactly, so think of all that before you decide what to do.”
“I will be a bitch for him, ma’am.” Sonal said “I will be his most obedient bitch.”
“Good.”
“Manushi is his fiancée ma’am?”
“Yes?”
“Do I need to sneak around her? I mean you already know that he will nail me.”
“She also knows. She will help you.”
“Oh.” Sonal said.
“Ready to go in?” Madhuri looked at her.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Sonal nodded “Thank you so much.”
They went back into the room. Rohan was off the sofa and looking at the clothes Manushi was taking out for him from a suitcase.
“Just a simple shirt will suffice for now, baby.” He was saying.
“Sir?” Sonal stood with her hands behind her back, her chest pushed forward and legs open wider than shoulder-width.
“Yes, darling.” Rohan stopped and came over to her.
“If you give me a chance to correct my mistake of today,” Sonal made direct eye contact and held his eyes “I promise that I will come tomorrow better-dressed, ready to be used by you and ready to be useful.”
He stepped closer and brushed hair from her cheek “Are you sure about that?”
Sonal leaned slightly into his hand “I am very sure, Sir. Please give me a chance. I am the hottest piece they have and I am completely at your disposal.”
Rohan gently caressed her soft cheek with the back of his fingers while he thought about her offer. Then he nodded “Ok. But you are staying for dinner.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Sonal’s relief was visible on her face “I would love to.”
Chapter 8 – Dinner with Family
The family was sitting in a big circular booth that they all could fit in. As promised, Nushrat had saved a seat for Rohan on her left by sitting on the edge seat and taking more space than she needed. When Rohan came down, she simply moved along and made space for him on her left. Then she had to move one more space as Manushi sat next to him. Sonal was hoping to sit next to him but she had no chance.
“Rohan, why are you buying TV station in Paris, when you live in India?” Tara asked while they were waiting for their food to arrive.
“Because it’s TV station for Indians and it’s a good excuse to come to Paris from time to time.” Rohan smiled.
Nushrat’s skirt was short and the slit was opened fully as she sat. When noone was looking she reached for Rohan’s hand and brought it to her leg under the table without saying anything. He caressed her smooth, bare thigh slowly up and down as he kept facing forward and talked to Tara and the rest of the family.
“Oh, is it owned by Indians?” Kartik said.
“Yes, a South Indian couple who have been settled here.” Rohan said “Samantha Akkineni and her husband, I think his name is Chey. Sorry, I don’t remember what his full name is.”
“Chaitanya, Sir.” Nushrat said. She put her hand on top of his and caressed the back of his hand on her thigh.
“Thank you, darling.” He squeezed Nushrat’s thigh under the table and kept his hand on her upper thigh.
“But then why do you need Nushrat to translate if they are Indian?” Tara asked.
“Well, it’s complicated,” Rohan continued to rub Nushrat’s thigh slowly up and down “they are Indian and most of the content on their TV channels is Indian but it’s not all Indian. Some channels are French.”
“And the legal documents, Sir.” Nushrat said. She opened her legs so her knee rubbed on his knee.
“Yes, the legal documents, contracts etc. they are all in French as well which Nush translates for me.” Rohan squeezed Nushrat’s thigh “Actually, that’s how they got in trouble. They tried to broadcast only Indian programmes counting on the number of Indians in Paris, but it wasn’t enough, they didn’t get many sponsors because the companies are all French. They have been running in bigger and bigger loss for the last five years.”
“Oh, is that why they are selling, dear?” Madhuri said.
“That part of the reason, but also they are getting divorced.” Rohan said “If they try to divide the TV station now, it will be a loss for both of them, so they want to sell the station and divide the money.”
Madhuri nodded “They probably can’t work it together anyway if they are separating.”
“Such a shame that they are getting divorced.” Sonal said.
“No, I think when two people are not in love any more, they should separate.” Madhuri said “It’s better that way rather than they make each other unhappy.”
Nobody looked at Nene but his ears just perked up at Madhuri’s comment.
“Are you getting it cheap because they are separating?” Tara said.
“Maybe. But I am getting it cheap because it’s going in loss.” Rohan said.
Then they talked about sightseeing and Sonal was able to tell them all that there was to see in Paris. Everybody was excited about something, either food, shopping or the historical sights.
After dinner they were discussing whether to go back to the room or go out somewhere as it was still early. People were tired so they didn’t really want to go for a walk but could not really sleep right after eating as well.
“Sir, there is a rooftop bar in this hotel,” Sonal suggested “we could go there if you like. You can even see the Eiffel Tower from there.”
That idea was passed by unanimous consent. They all went up to the rooftop of the hotel where there was a bar and a lot of places to sit and lounge. The French always make space to sit and relax in every part of the city and this hotel was a good example of that. They picked an area where there were several sofas, beanbag chairs and other seating furniture was set up in a configuration that was almost large enough that it could accommodate their group.
“We can grab some chairs from the other place.” Sonal suggested.
Rohan dumped himself in a low beanbag chair while the others were still arguing about who could take the sofa that faced in the direction of the Tower.
“You have space for anyone else there, handsome?” Madhuri asked Rohan.
He smiled and beckoned her down. She lay down on the beanbag chair beside him but with her bare back resting on his chest as she cuddled up with him. He put his right arm around her and squeezed her close. Manushi came and sat on the floor on the left of his chair.
“No place for you on the sofa, darling?” Rohan played with her hair gently.
“My place is next to my owner.” Manushi smiled.
“Aw, my sweet little bitch.” Rohan leaned and kissed her softly on the lips.
“Thank you, Sir.” Manushi smiled happily.
“You have trained her well.” Rohan said softly to Madhuri.
“That’s funny.” Madhuri also kept her voice low “She told me you broke her and moulded her personally?”
“I had to do mere small tweaks.” Rohan smiled and gently fondled Madhuri’s breast then moved his hand down again “You already raised her well, or I would never have selected her to be my possession.”
A waitress came over to take their order for the drinks. She didn’t even raise an eyebrow seeing Madhuri cuddled up almost in Rohan’s lap. This was Paris, being amorous, even in public, was par for the course. She just didn’t know that Madhuri was Rohan’s mother-in-law.
Tara had noticed Manushi sitting next to Rohan on the floor. She had asked her with her eyes if she could join her. Manushi had shaken her head and Tara had stayed in her seat. A few weeks ago, Rohan had claimed Tara as his personal property and since then he had fucked her several times. She could never have enough of him and always craved to be under him but they had decided to keep it a secret from Tara’s parents for now so Tara controlled her affection for her brother-in-law in front of family members.
“Jiju, have you been to Paris before?” Tara asked.
“Many times.” Rohan nodded.
In the semi-darkness, Madhuri took Rohan’s hand and gently moved it up to her breast. The lights on the roof were only from other buildings and the lighted bar in the corner, but it was still not so dark that they would be invisible. If anyone had looked closely, they would have seen Rohan’s hand inside the deep neck of Madhuri’s dress, slowly kneading her hot, fleshy breast in his fingers. Nene was looking but he was carefully keeping his mouth shut.
“What’s your favourite part of Paris?” Tara asked.
They continued chatting and discussed more of their plans from the dinner about sightseeing.
“In two weeks, we can see everything while Rohan is working.” Kartik said.
Sonal chuckled “Paris has forty thousand buildings and monuments to see. Even two months will not be enough.”
“Oh, wow.” Tara said “Then what are the best places to see.....”
The chat continued.
Chapter 9 – Nushrat is Ready
It was an hour and three rounds of drinks later that it looked like everybody was sleepy.
Rohan told Sonal “Come tomorrow morning by breakfast time. No later than 8:30AM.”
“I will be here, Sir.” Sonal smiled and kissed him on the cheek “You are a sweet boss. Thank you for forgiving my mistake today.”
“Sir...” Nushrat held Rohan back as the rest of family was walking along the roof to the lifts.
“Yes, darling?” He turned to face her.
She moved closer and didn’t speak until he put his arm around her.
“They have confirmed the meeting for 11A.M. tomorrow.” She said, staying close to him.
“Good.” He rubbed her bare back but didn’t try to grab her ass.
“I don’t know how they dress here in office, but I am going to follow your dress code – short dress, backless, no panties.” She said “I hope that’s ok.”
“No matter how they are dressing here,” This time he let his hand move easily down to her tight, firm ass in her short skirt “you follow my dress code. Always.”
“That’s my plan, Sir.” Nushrat smiled “I am working under you. I want to make you happy. Always.”
“Good girl.” He squeezed her ass, feeling it firm in his fingers.
Just as he was about to release her from his side-embrace, she asked “Sir, what time would you like me to come under you – to you – tomorrow?”
He kept her in his grip and kneaded her ass cheek which she encouraged by moving against his hand.
“Come to my room at seven.” He said “No panties.”
“No panties, Sir,” Nushrat smiled happily “never.”
He squeezed her ass hard. She moaned. Then he let her go.
Chapter 10 – Madhuri Acts with Boldness
Madhuri let everyone else go in the first lift and stayed back with Nene.
“Honey,” she said when they were alone “I will take care of Rohan tonight. I will sleep with him.”
“Oh, you will sleep in his room?” Nene deliberately changed the words.
Madhuri nodded.
Nene knew that there was only one bed in Rohan’s room. It was a double bed but only one bed. He also knew that Rohan had slept with Madhuri in the same bed before and also that he had fucked Madhuri not once but many times. Nene was a smart man, he could analyse the situation and assess his choices clearly. He could either stay quiet which meant that Rohan will fuck his wife tonight and she will come back to him in the morning. Or he could say something. If he said anything then also he could see the reaction he would get from Madhuri. It did not seem at all likely that she would stop having this affair with her son-in-law but she might decide to take him out of her life. In that case, Rohan will keep fucking Madhuri even openly but Nene would not get anything out of it.
He was still in love with Madhuri, she was a gorgeous woman, the mother of his children and amazing in every way. She was responsible for his position in their social circle. If she divorced him, he may lose at least half of his friends. But the thing that was the most prominent in his mind was that things were really good between Madhuri and him right now. He was never a very passionate man or much obsessed with sex but recently, after noticing and realising that she was fucking her young son-in-law he had begun to find her much more attractive. Even the fact that Rohan liked fucking Madhuri turned on him immensely. He had seen them sleeping together a couple of times and each time Nene had become rock hard in a second.
Madhuri’s dresses had become much more bold and sexy since Rohan joined their family. Recently they had become even more revealing and glamorous, to the point of being slutty. It turned Nene on to see her in such dresses but what really made his dick throb was that he knew that she was wearing them to please Rohan and that Rohan would grab her in those dress boldly at every opportunity.
Recently, Rohan had claimed Tara and Nene and Madhuri happened to be in the bedroom next door. They had heard him fucking Tara. Nene had been agitated by this but Madhuri had told him to go back to sleep. Later when he had brought it up again with her, she had told him “What do you expect to get out of it, doctor? She is doing it of her own accord because she wants him. He is not making her do it. She wants him in her. If you say anything, you won’t change anything, you will just lose your daughter.”
Her advice had been so logical that Nene had not said anything. Now he knew that Rohan fucked Tara regularly though Tara didn’t know that her parents knew. Nene knew when Tara sneaked up to her sister’s room and spent the night with her and her fiancé. Twice he had heard Tara’s screams from the bathroom while Rohan was fucking her in the shower. Nene could not say anything. He knew it would be stupid of him to interfere. Similarly, he knew it would be stupid to say anything now when he knew that his wife was going to spend the night in her son-in-law’s bed.
“Sure, he deserves our full attention.” Nene said calmly “Take care of him. It’s perfectly fine.”
Madhuri smiled at his response.
Just then Rohan and Nushrat came over. Rohan’s arm was around her waist and Nene noticed that his hand was on her butt. She seemed to be perfectly fine with it.
“Ah, waiting for the slow lift.” Rohan said. He released Nushrat.
Nushrat pressed the lift button again “They really are slow in this hotel.”
Madhuri stepped over to Rohan “I will sleep with you tonight, honey.”
“Sure.” Rohan put his arms around her and kissed her lips “I love to have a Miss India in my bed.”
“Flatterer!” Madhuri slapped his chest. She turned and stood with her body pressing back on his, his arms around her while they waited for the lift to come. Nene noticed from the corner of his eye that Rohan’s hand was on Madhuri’s breast, fondling it slowly.
The lift came and they all got in. They only had a few floors to go and it took just a few seconds. Nushrat towards Rohan and said “I will report to you in the morning, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Rohan nodded.
Nushrat seemed about to go in but then turned and stepped closer to Rohan. She put her arms around his neck, raised herself on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips, a hot, firm kiss though not with tongue. As his tongue touched between her lips, she parted her lips and allowed him to explore her hot, sweet mouth. The kiss was not long but it was definitely hot.
“Goodnight, Sir.” She said, slightly breathless.
Rohan nodded “Goodnight, darling.”
While they were kissing Madhuri said to Nene “Honey, my suitcase is in your suite. Can you get me one of my nighties?”
“Sure.” Nene nodded.
Nushrat said goodnight to Nene and Madhuri then went into her room. Nene went into the suite.
A few minutes later, Nene knocked on the door of Rohan’s room.
“It’s open!” Madhuri’s voice came from within.
Nene entered. He didn’t see anyone in the room but there were some voices coming from behind the closed bathroom door. He stepped over there.
“Madhu, I brought your nightie.” He called out.
“One second.” She called out then he heard her say in a lower voice which he could still hear “Baby, please take my nightie from Dilip, I am not wearing anything.”
“Take your own nightie,” Rohan said “I am busy.”
And Nene heard the sound of a loud slap, followed by Madhuri’s saying “Ow!”
He realised that Madhuri was fully naked with Rohan in the bathroom and Rohan had just slapped her bare ass. Nene’s dick stirred in his pants.
“Please, baby,” Madhuri appealed to him “main poori nangi hoon. Kachchhee bhi nahin pehni hai.”
[I am fully naked, I am not even wearing panties.]
“So what?” Rohan was unmoved “He is your husband. Go!” And he slapped her ass again. Again Madhuri’s yelped and Nene’s dick started to get hard.
“You are such a brute.” Madhuri said.
“What are you going to do about it?” Rohan said.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“Decide after you take the nightie,” Rohan said “you are making father-in-law wait.”
Nene would have been glad to wait longer to hear more of this but he heard the sound of bare feet on the floor and then Madhuri opened the door slightly.
“Hi honey, thank you so much.” Madhuri peeked out and Nene could see one naked breast, proving that she really was fully naked though she didn’t know she was showing one breast the way she was standing.
“I....I brought two,” Nene showed her the nighties “this is your short silver one that you like.” This nightie was an extremely short silver silk nightie that had two thin, noodle straps, very deep neck, even deeper back, and draped nicely over her wonderfully curved body. It was so short that it showed the bottom of her ass cheeks when she walked. In front, it showed her panties, which was a tiny silver silk thong. Nene showed the other one “And the sheer one you just got.”
The second nightie was black and just made up of sheer layers. It showed her milky white body through the layers of black see-through silk to the point that her tits were visible and her little panties which were black lace. This was only slightly longer than the other one and wrapped around her milky white thighs in the most gorgeous ways.
“Oh.” She thought about it “Give me both, dear. I will keep them here for later.”
Nene could understand that. Obviously this was not the only night that Rohan was going to nail his mother-in-law. He nodded and gave the nighties to his wife.
“Thank you, honey.” She said.
Before she could close the door, he said “When you get up in the morning, just message me, I will bring over your clothes, and bra and panties.”
He said that deliberately, just as he had brought the panties with both nighties. He knew very well that Rohan did not allow her to wear bra or panties now and she followed his wishes to the letter.
“It’s ok, hon,” Madhuri rewarded him with a smile “I will probably shower in our room. Thanks.”
Nene was pleased that she called it “our” room even though she was planning to spend her time under Rohan in his room.
“You are welcome.” He smiled and turned to go.
He heard her close the door and stepped back to the bathroom door quietly. Madhuri had not closed the door fully and he could hear everything even more clearly as well as see a sliver of the action inside reflected in the glass door of the shower stall.
“Which one should I wear, Rohan?” Madhuri showed him the first nightie “This is very short, it shows my gaand when I walk.”
Nene felt his cock get a jolt as he heard Madhuri use that word for her ass. She never used to use such words. He knew she was using it to please Rohan.
“Aur kachchhee bhi?” Rohan said.
[And panties too?]
“Kachchhe nahin pehnoongi, baba,” Madhuri said “meri choot dikhegi ismein, par kachchhee nahin pehenoongi, tumhein pasand nahin hai, I know that. See this one is sheer, very sheer.”
[I won’t wear panties. It will show my pussy but I won’t wear panties because you don’t like them.]
Rohan said “And again I am seeing panties.”
“Baby, kachchhee nahin pehnoongi.” Madhuri promised him “Ignore the panties. Dilip just brought them because he doesn’t know you don’t allow me panties.”
[I won’t wear panties.]
Nene did know. He had brought the panties over deliberately in the hope of hearing something exactly like this. He had half expected her to tell him to take the panties back.
“Hmmm.” Rohan said.
“Rohan, bolo na,” Madhuri prompted him “kaun si pehnoo?”
[Tell me which one to wear.]
“Neither.” Rohan said.
“To kya nangi rakhoge?” Madhuri looked at him.
[So, will you keep me naked?]
“Mera haq hai.” He said.
[It’s my right.]
“Haan, baby,” Madhuri stepped over to him “but sulaoge bhi nangi kya?”
[Yes, baby, but will you make me sleep naked too?]
“Pehle kabhi nangi nahin soyeen mere saath?” He challenged.
[Have you never slept naked with me before?]
Nene could have answered that. Madhuri had slept fully naked with her son-in-law many times.
“Jaise tumhari marzi.” Madhuri put her arms around his neck and pressed her naked body against his body, grinding her warm, heavy tits on his bare chest. He squeezed her in his arms and kneaded her tight, bare ass cheeks. Nene had himself seen Rohan grab Madhuri’s ass under short dresses before, but this time seeing them hug fully naked in the bathroom was making his blood rush to his dick. He could see them kiss with their naked bodies entangled with each other.
[Whatever you say.]
Suddenly he heard a sound from the bedroom side. He realised that his daughter must be there. He quickly tiptoed out, closing the door gently behind him. His dick was rock hard. In his mind was the image of Madhuri sleeping naked with her young, fit son-in-law. He had seen it before at his home, and he would really like to see it tomorrow morning. The problem was that his daughter was also going to be in the same room and Rohan was going to fuck both of them tonight then sleep naked with them both. Nene wanted to see his wife naked with her son-in-law but he didn’t want to see his daughter naked. He had no solution to this problem so he simply focused on the image of Madhuri sleeping naked with Rohan with his dick inside her. He went into the bathroom and was pulling his clothes off as he went.
Chapter 11 – Madhuri Sleeps in the Small Room
When Manushi entered the bathroom, her mother and her fiancé were kissing very intimately. She herself was naked and she could see that her mother was as well. Rohan’s cock was hard and long, it was rubbing between Madhuri’s legs and she was grinding her pussy wantonly on his meaty beast.
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