03-11-2020, 05:56 PM
The next morning too, Apu was awake and getting ready for school, as I was getting ready for work. So we couldn't talk about it. I left for work, and had a busy day. When I came back in the evening, Purva was helping Apu with his homework. Then we had dinner. Watched TV. Finally at 10 pm, Apu went to bed, and we got some time alone.
I was in bed already. Purva brushed her teeth and joined me in bed. She snuggled up next to me, and put her head on my chest.
"So, should we pick up our conversation where we left it off yesterday?" I asked.
She didn't say anything.
"Well?"
"Actually, something happened today." she said.
"Huh?"
"Nothing major, Tarun. Just that the two guys from yesterday came over to make a phone call again."
"Ah." I said.
"And this time, they asked if they could wait for a return call. Something about when to expect the new batch of material or something. I paused and considered their question. One of them, the young dishy one, sensed my discomfort and said they could leave, and I could just have them over when the phone call came."
"And what did you say?"
"I told them it was fine if they waited. They both sat on the floor. And I just stood around wondering what I should do. The older one asked me if they could have some water. And I, out of habit, asked them if they would like some tea as well. They said yes."
"So you made them tea. What else?"
"Let me tell you in sequence." Purva said, slapping me gently on my cheek. "So I went to the kitchen and started making tea. A few seconds later, the old guy walked into the kitchen. He was the one who always checked me out blatantly. As I made tea, he just stared at me. I started feeling uncomfortable. I wished the young guy had been there instead. But this old man was here, just staring at me. So I asked him what his name was. Sajid, he answered. Then he said the other one was his nephew, named Rasul."
"What then?" I asked.
"Don't interrupt. Let me tell you things one at a time." Purva said.
(Purva narrates->)
"What is your name?" Sajid asked me.
"Purva." I said.
"How old are you, Purva?" Sajid asked, referring to me just by my name. No Purva madam or Purva memsahib or anything, like someone like him would usually say.
"32." I answered.
"32? Hmmm.... that old and only one child?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Surprising."
"Why surprising?"
"My first wife, by the time she was 32, already had six kids. And she is not even half as pretty as you."
"What does prettiness have to do with it?" I asked, genuinely confused, blushing a little at his compliment.
"I couldn't control myself." he said, winked and started laughing. "Looks like your husband has a lot of self-control."
I didn't say anything. I was a bit shocked at how quickly he was making sexual innuendos.
"If I was married to you, you would have a dozen kids by now." he said, and laughed some more.
I stayed silent again. The tea was almost ready. I reached for the sugar box on the shelf.
"Let me help you." he said, and lunged forward.
It's not like the shelf was too high or anything. And he's not too tall anyway. But it was obvious what his intention was. He pressed his body close to mine, and his arm was touching mine as we both reached for the sugar box. My hand was already gripping it. He pressed his hand onto mine. And just stayed like that.
I was surprised at his sudden move. His body was almost hugging mine, and I could feel his crotch against my ass. He stayed like that, and so did I for a few seconds. I think he was testing my limits. He was checking to see if I would push him off. And I wanted to. But.....but the touch of a strange male body felt so different. And there was that workman odor he had - of sweat and dirt and grime. I was almost intoxicated.
Soon I came to my senses, and shook him off. He immediately stepped back. I looked at him with anger in my eyes. He just smiled.
"How old are you?" I asked in an upset voice.
"55." he said.
"You are old enough to be my father." I said.
"Does that turn you on?" he asked and winked.
I was about to say something nasty in response, when the phone rang.
"That's our call." he said and rushed out of the kitchen.
I was obviously shaken. A little bit intrigued at his aggression, but also a bit scared. I was almost shivering. A couple of minutes later, I composed myself, poured the tea in cups, and walked out with the tray.
Sajid had by then finished the phone call and was sitting on the floor whispering something to his nephew Rasul. As soon as I walked in, Sajid stopped whispering. Rasul looked at me and suppressed a snicker.
I was still a bit upset. I put the tray on the table and sat on the couch. They both took a cup each and started drinking.
"Outstanding. This is the best tea I have ever had." Sajid said in a loud voice. "What is your secret, Purva?"
"It's just tea." I said.
"No secret ingredient?" he asked.
"It's just tea." I said again.
"Then it is your delicious touch that makes it so good." Sajid said, and Rasul started giggling.
We sat in silence as they drank the tea. Both of them stealing glances at me and occasionally giggling. I reached for a magazine and started reading. Finally, they finished their tea, and started to leave.
"Thanks for the tea." Sajid said, walking out the door.
(Purva's narration ends)
I had been listening to Purva with a mixture of jealousy and excitement. The idea of a 55-year old construction worker feeling up my wife in our own kitchen seemed so wrong, yet so exciting. the episode had been relatively benign, but I had a major hard-on.
"Well, what do you...." Purva started asking, but was interrupted my kiss. I jumped on top of her and started stripping her naked.
She reached for my pants. And we had the best, most passionate sex in ages. Twenty minutes later, we were both naked in each others arms.
"I am so relieved." Purva said breathlessly.
"Relieved?"
"Yes, I wasn't sure how you would react. I thought you might get upset. But your reaction shows me that you were at least partly right about your own attitude towards this."
"So what next?" I asked.
"Only time will tell." she said and we kissed again.
I got up and opened the window. I could see the house next door. And I saw a small bonfire in front of it. A dozen or so workers were gathered around it, smoking and playing cards. I wondered what the future held for them, and for us.
I was in bed already. Purva brushed her teeth and joined me in bed. She snuggled up next to me, and put her head on my chest.
"So, should we pick up our conversation where we left it off yesterday?" I asked.
She didn't say anything.
"Well?"
"Actually, something happened today." she said.
"Huh?"
"Nothing major, Tarun. Just that the two guys from yesterday came over to make a phone call again."
"Ah." I said.
"And this time, they asked if they could wait for a return call. Something about when to expect the new batch of material or something. I paused and considered their question. One of them, the young dishy one, sensed my discomfort and said they could leave, and I could just have them over when the phone call came."
"And what did you say?"
"I told them it was fine if they waited. They both sat on the floor. And I just stood around wondering what I should do. The older one asked me if they could have some water. And I, out of habit, asked them if they would like some tea as well. They said yes."
"So you made them tea. What else?"
"Let me tell you in sequence." Purva said, slapping me gently on my cheek. "So I went to the kitchen and started making tea. A few seconds later, the old guy walked into the kitchen. He was the one who always checked me out blatantly. As I made tea, he just stared at me. I started feeling uncomfortable. I wished the young guy had been there instead. But this old man was here, just staring at me. So I asked him what his name was. Sajid, he answered. Then he said the other one was his nephew, named Rasul."
"What then?" I asked.
"Don't interrupt. Let me tell you things one at a time." Purva said.
(Purva narrates->)
"What is your name?" Sajid asked me.
"Purva." I said.
"How old are you, Purva?" Sajid asked, referring to me just by my name. No Purva madam or Purva memsahib or anything, like someone like him would usually say.
"32." I answered.
"32? Hmmm.... that old and only one child?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Surprising."
"Why surprising?"
"My first wife, by the time she was 32, already had six kids. And she is not even half as pretty as you."
"What does prettiness have to do with it?" I asked, genuinely confused, blushing a little at his compliment.
"I couldn't control myself." he said, winked and started laughing. "Looks like your husband has a lot of self-control."
I didn't say anything. I was a bit shocked at how quickly he was making sexual innuendos.
"If I was married to you, you would have a dozen kids by now." he said, and laughed some more.
I stayed silent again. The tea was almost ready. I reached for the sugar box on the shelf.
"Let me help you." he said, and lunged forward.
It's not like the shelf was too high or anything. And he's not too tall anyway. But it was obvious what his intention was. He pressed his body close to mine, and his arm was touching mine as we both reached for the sugar box. My hand was already gripping it. He pressed his hand onto mine. And just stayed like that.
I was surprised at his sudden move. His body was almost hugging mine, and I could feel his crotch against my ass. He stayed like that, and so did I for a few seconds. I think he was testing my limits. He was checking to see if I would push him off. And I wanted to. But.....but the touch of a strange male body felt so different. And there was that workman odor he had - of sweat and dirt and grime. I was almost intoxicated.
Soon I came to my senses, and shook him off. He immediately stepped back. I looked at him with anger in my eyes. He just smiled.
"How old are you?" I asked in an upset voice.
"55." he said.
"You are old enough to be my father." I said.
"Does that turn you on?" he asked and winked.
I was about to say something nasty in response, when the phone rang.
"That's our call." he said and rushed out of the kitchen.
I was obviously shaken. A little bit intrigued at his aggression, but also a bit scared. I was almost shivering. A couple of minutes later, I composed myself, poured the tea in cups, and walked out with the tray.
Sajid had by then finished the phone call and was sitting on the floor whispering something to his nephew Rasul. As soon as I walked in, Sajid stopped whispering. Rasul looked at me and suppressed a snicker.
I was still a bit upset. I put the tray on the table and sat on the couch. They both took a cup each and started drinking.
"Outstanding. This is the best tea I have ever had." Sajid said in a loud voice. "What is your secret, Purva?"
"It's just tea." I said.
"No secret ingredient?" he asked.
"It's just tea." I said again.
"Then it is your delicious touch that makes it so good." Sajid said, and Rasul started giggling.
We sat in silence as they drank the tea. Both of them stealing glances at me and occasionally giggling. I reached for a magazine and started reading. Finally, they finished their tea, and started to leave.
"Thanks for the tea." Sajid said, walking out the door.
(Purva's narration ends)
I had been listening to Purva with a mixture of jealousy and excitement. The idea of a 55-year old construction worker feeling up my wife in our own kitchen seemed so wrong, yet so exciting. the episode had been relatively benign, but I had a major hard-on.
"Well, what do you...." Purva started asking, but was interrupted my kiss. I jumped on top of her and started stripping her naked.
She reached for my pants. And we had the best, most passionate sex in ages. Twenty minutes later, we were both naked in each others arms.
"I am so relieved." Purva said breathlessly.
"Relieved?"
"Yes, I wasn't sure how you would react. I thought you might get upset. But your reaction shows me that you were at least partly right about your own attitude towards this."
"So what next?" I asked.
"Only time will tell." she said and we kissed again.
I got up and opened the window. I could see the house next door. And I saw a small bonfire in front of it. A dozen or so workers were gathered around it, smoking and playing cards. I wondered what the future held for them, and for us.
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