Adultery Guru Ji Ka Treatment by Mai Hu Na

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I had not yet completed wearing the panty when I replied and now dragging it up till my waist. The panty looked bigger in size for sure and I appreciated the cuts as they fitted comfortably on my groins and certainly my big bottoms looked more covered than ever. The panties that I had been using kept a fair amount of my ass flesh bare under my sari or salwar-kamiz, but this panty was amply covering my gaand and I definitely felt better. The elastic on the sides also looked nice and tightly fitted. I had to appreciate Master-ji’s tailoring skills wearing this newly stitched panty. The feel was very comfortable and it fitted very adequately on my big spherical ass.

Me: It’s perfect Master-ji.

Master-ji: Fitting?

Me: Also Very good.

Probably for the first time my voice sounded joyous wearing this new panty. I was aware that I was not wearing anything except my undies while I was answering Master-ji. So, I briskly snatched the skirt off the door top and unsurprisingly it was very short and my marble-like fair thighs remained totally exposed.

Master-ji: How is the skirt fitting? Okay?

I was aware that he must have noticed that the skirt had vanished off the toilet door and he guessed I must have been wearing the skirt now.

Me: Hmm.

Master-ji: You don’t sound too satisfied Madam. Any problem with the skirt in particular?

Me: No, no. The fitting is okay. I am still concerned about its… short length.

Master-ji: Oho! That’s there I know. But instead you should feel lucky Madam.

Me: Why?

I replied while I was about to wear the choli now over my strapless bra.

Master-ji: Madam, a few years back women participating in Maha-yagya had to be… bilkul nangi!

Deepak: Really Master-ji?

I heard Deepak poking his nose scenting the spice.

Master-ji: Deepak Beta, this is a sacred place and you must not see it from a different angle.

Deepak: Sorry Master-ji.

Master-ji: I am also of course not allowed in the Maha-yagya, but I saw one lady coming out of the holy tub last year because I was around.

Deepak: Nangi?

Honestly I was feeling inquisitiveness within myself. What was in store for me I wondered!

Master-ji: Yes Deepak.

Deepak: You mean to say you saw a married woman like Madam coming out of that tub in the middle of the ashram – NANGI?

Master-ji: I told you Deepak…

Deepak: No, no, I was just… curious Master-ji!

Master-ji: Madam, have you tried the choli?

I as if woke up and started wearing the choli and this time I was quite amazed the way my blouse kept half of my boobs exposed. As I buttoning up I could see the square neckline of my blouse kept the upper parts of both my oozing globes open and when I completed buttoning I was shocked to note that the neckline passed just above my bra cup. Moreover, the topmost hook of my blouse was also not getting fixed, as the thread loop was so small. So part of my white strapless brassiere also remained visible above my blouse along with a clear more than one-inch cleavage.

Me: Master-ji…

I did not find enough words to express my problem.

Master-ji: Yes, Madam?

Me: Just a minute.

I decided to get out of the bathroom and then converse with Master-ji. Before doing that I stepped to the life size mirror in the toilet and looked at me. I was looking horribly sexy in that outfit to tell the least. I tried to adjust my blouse a bit, but failed, as it was absolutely fitting on my copious globes.

I opened the toilet door and got out. Deepak expectedly was ecstatic seeing me in that sexy dress.

Deepak: Ai la! Madam, you look great in this all white costume.

I ignored his comment and pointed the top hook of my blouse to Master-ji.

Me: Master-ji, I can’t fix this one.

Master-ji: Why? What happened Madam?

I took both my hands to the middle of my undulating chest area and tried to put the hook again into the loop, but failed again, as the thread loop was very small. Master-ji came near me.

Master-ji: Madam, don’t try too hard, the thread will break.

I looked up. He was looking at my exposed cream-colored cleavage along with the sides of my boobs popping up above my tight bra.

Master-ji: Let me try.

As I removed my hands of my blouse, Master-ji’s hands brushed my tight rotund mangoes encased in that short blouse. Unlike me, Master-ji was able to put the hook into the loop and closed the top of my blouse.

Me: Thanks Master-ji.

I felt better as my bra was no longer visible now though my boob flesh was pretty much exposed at the top.

Master-ji: Madam, what about your bra fittings? Comfortable?

Me: Yes, yes okay.

Master-ji: You must be feeling a bit tighter? Since this blouse is devoid of straps, it would naturally be tighter on you Madam.

He directly wanted to indicate me that I must be feeling tighter on my boobs wearing this bra.

Me: No, I mean… yes, but its okay.

Master-ji: Anyway, Deepak, give Madam her extra-covers.

I was somewhat taken aback. Extra-covers? What was that? I remembered I heard that term in cricket commentary, but what has that to do here any way, I wondered.

I noticed Deepak taking out two small round pieces of red cloth from his pocket and handed over to me.

Me: What’s this?

Master-ji: Madam, see. Since the fabric of your choli as well as the bra is not very thick, this will act as additional covers for your intimate parts.

I was sure by “intimate parts” he must be meaning my mammaries. But… I again looked at my hands. The size of the two red cloths was quite small to be additional cup covers put inside my bra. Then? I was puzzled and tried to confirm.

Me: Master-ji… I mean… I guess these are meant to be put inside.

Master-ji: Obviously Madam.

Me: But… but don’t you think they are too small?

Master-ji: You need a bigger size?!

Master-ji visibly looked surprised.

Me: Yes.

I remarked quite emphatically.

Master-ji: But Madam, are you absolutely sure?

I could well realize now that some link must have been missing in our dialogue.

Me: Master-ji, tell clearly, what’s these meant for?

Master-ji: Madam, actually as I said, since your bra fabric is quite thin, I gave you those extra-covers to be used to as nipple shields so that you do not look indecent at any point of time.

I was purely stunned listening to that. I felt so ashamed in the presence of two males gaping at me and myself standing with the ‘nipple covers’ in my hand that I just kept dumb looking at the floor.

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Master-ji: Madam, that’s why I was surprised when you said you needed a still bigger size. Ha ha ha …

I was red like a tomato instantly at my foolishness.

Deepak: Madam, here is the watery adhesive, which will keep the extra-covers in place.

Saying that he handed me a small glass homeopathy bottle, which contained a transparent fluid.

Master-ji: Madam, it’s not sticky, so you will not feel uncomfortable, but would hold stick to your nipples.

I could only murmur a weak “okay”.

Master-ji: Madam, so no problems with the skirt and your panty naa?

I nodded my head to indicate they are pretty fine.

Master-ji: We will make a move then Madam.

Me: Okay Master-ji.

Master-ji: Wish you a successful Maha-yagya Madam.

Me: Thanks.

Master-ji: I will send the additional panties that I will stitch for you via Deepak. Okay?

Me: Okay. Bye Master-ji.

Deepak and Master-ji went off and I stood in the room wearing that super-hot dress looking like the vamp of a Hindi film. I locked the door and went back to the toilet as the mirror was there. As I looked at my exposed body, I tried to make up my mind to stand like that in front of the ashram males. The fear of Maha-yagya was also gripping on me, as the result of that would decide my fate. My mother-in-law, my husband, my other relatives - all must be awaiting a positive result and so was I.

I checked my figure from all angles and I realized it was a futile exercise to cover myself properly with that scanty dress. I went back to bedroom and was still trying hopelessly how I looked if I sit or stoop. I was only advertising vulgarity and this Maha-yagya paridhan was oozing out sensuality with every movement of mine. I finally got out of it and wore my sari again. I had my dinner and in the interim Nirmal did come and collect my Maha-yagya dress (of course the bra and panty included) for sterilization when he also informed me about reporting to Guru-ji at 10:30 p.m.

10:30 p.m. My heart was pounding already and naturally I was very, very anxious as I started to make a move to Guru-ji’s room. I was clad in my usual ashram code sari as I entered Guru-ji’s room. As I opened the door of the room, it was all smoky inside. I could see Guru-ji sitting in a meditation pose and there was no one else.

Guru-ji: Come Anita. The climax of your treatment has arrived.

His heavy voice was as if reverberating in the room. He was wearing a fully red outfit; honestly I was having a sensation of frightfulness within me in that setting.

Guru-ji: Anita, have faith on Linga Maharaj and have self-confidence so that you are blessed with a child through this Maha-yagya. I am just the medium beti; HE will do the needful for you. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Me: Jai Linga Maharaj!

I uttered in a weak voice. Guru-ji probably noted that.

Guru-ji: Anita, why are so sounding so vulnerable? You have covered most of the path for your treatment successfully. You should definitely sound more emphatic.

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Tell again, Jai Linga Maharaj!

I repeated that trying to leave aside all my anxiousness.

Guru-ji: That’s better Anita. Now, let me brief you about the Maha-yagya. The first thing for you of course is to get a bath and be in the Maha-yagya paridhan. Then we will have the yagya started.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: After that there is the ‘Mantra Dan’, ‘Ashram Parikrama’ and then ‘Chandrama Aradhana’. Moon as you know is the fertility god and hence the worship. And finally we will get into the Yoni Puja.

My heart started beating faster as I heard that term again “Yoni”. It was there in the book that I was reading before coming here. Just then Sanjeev and Uday entered the room.

Guru-ji: Come, come. Anita, in the whole yagya process today Uday and Sanjeev would accompany you as necessary. And I will of course be there for you.

I looked at them and they both smiled at me, but I did not like the way Guru-ji told the last couple of words - ‘for you’. All three men were looking at me and I felt a bit embarrassed at that.

Sanjeev: Madam, here are your clothes.

I noticed earlier that Sanjeev was holding a packet in his hand; now I realized he was carrying my Maha-yagya paridhan.

Guru-ji: Uday, can you call Meenakshi please?

Uday: Sure Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Anita, once Meenakshi comes you get in to take the bath.

I wondered why did Guru-ji call Meenakshi. What has that to do with my bath?

Meenakshi: Yes Guru-ji?

Guru-ji: Take her for the bath.

Without wasting any more time, Meenakshi signaled through her eyes to follow her. I walked past Guru-ji with the dress packet in my hand and entered the attached toilet behind Meenakshi. Even as a woman my eyes got attracted to her swinging heavy buttocks within her sari as she walked only a few steps to the bathroom!

Then came the surprise for me. I saw Meenakshi closed the door with herself being inside the bathroom with me!

Me: Will you be…?

Meenakshi: Yes Madam. I will bathe and prepare you for the Maha-yagya.

I thanked my fortune that Guru-ji at least elected Meenakshi for this purpose and not any male. That would have been really embarrassing for me, as I could not have protested Guru-‘s directive. The toilet was highly illuminated with high power bulbs and everything looked so very bright inside. I noted there was a bucket full of rose water and a big soap case beside it. A towel was already hanging from the hook of the door. Meenakshi took the packet from my hand and pulled out the choli, skirt, and my undergarments and kept on the other hooks.

Meenakshi: Have you tried these?

Me: Yes, but they are so very exposing...

Meenakshi: True Madam, but you should agree that it’s better than performing the Maha-yagya fully naked, which is the actual norm.

I could not hide my curiosity.

Me: Do you really mean it? Have you seen…

Meenakshi: Of course Madam, its only three to four years back that practice was there.

Me: But, that would be very… in front of so many males…

Meenakshi: Madam, the focus has to be constant. You should only look at your goal and not on the material aspects. You might feel to be acting shamelessly, but when you achieve motherhood you will not repent I can bet.

Me: You sound so much like Guru-ji!

I nodded and exchanged smiles with her. While I was talking, I had already opened my sari and blouse and was unfastening my brassiere. Meenakshi helped me to unclasp the hooks of my bra at the back and my two attractive milk-jugs popped up being free. The bright lighting arrangement in the toilet was surely making me hesitant, as I had never got naked in such an illuminated ambiance especially as a grownup. I remembered the time of diksha when I took my bath in this same toilet, but then I was alone, but this time Meenakshi was with me. That probably was making me more tentative. I also instantly remembered my honeymoon trip where in the hotel’s attached bathroom Rajesh persuasively stripped me naked and we together had bath in the shower. There also I forcefully made sure to switch off the light in the toilet while we took the bath. But this was too much, it was as if undressing in broad daylight in front of another female.

I was fully nude by that time and I could read Meenakshi’s appreciating eyes roving on my bare hourglass figure and she was giving a meaningful smile.

Meenakshi: Madam, first a little worship to the Linga Maharaj and then you need to wet your body fully…

Saying that she herself was in the praying pose and I followed suit. My only prayer was of course to get pregnant.

After that I saw her opening the soap case, which was definitely larger than any soap case I had seen. I noticed there were three items in the case, viz. an odd looking elongated structure, which looked like a Linga replica, an oil bottle, and a few litmus like small square shaped blue papers. As I poured water from the bucket on my body, I nearly jumped up!

Me: Uuuuh! It’s so cold!

The water was extremely cold as if like ice.

Meenakshi: Madam, the herbs and the chemicals mixed with the water have made it so cold, but you derive other values from it.
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Me: Okay, but its icy cold. Uuuuh!

As I started pouring water on my body, I noted Meenakshi taking out the contents off the soap case.

Me: What are those Meenakshi?

Meenakshi: Madam, this is the soap, this the oil as you can see, and these are tags to be placed on your body.

Though I was not fully clear about the last item, but before I could inquire Meenakshi changed the topic.

Meenakshi: Madam, your hairs down there look so dense. You don’t shave your pussy, isn’t it?

She winked at my choot. I felt a bit awkward to this sudden direct question though we females do discuss these issues quite openly amongst ourselves, but since Meenakshi was not a friend or relative of mine, I was feeling shy.

Me: No… I mean yes, I don’t shave.

Meenakshi: You don’t even trim?

Me: Yes, yes, though not regularly.

Meenakshi: Hmm, that’s why it looks so dense!

We both exchanged smiles.

Meenakshi: Madam, you soap your frontals and I will help you do the back.

I took the soap from her; it looked so very strange, just like an elongated penis with a bulb at the top! I started soaping the anterior part of my body.

Meenakshi: Your boobs look so very firm Madam even after marriage.

I blushed a little while soaping my body as Meenakshi helped with some more water to have the lather easily. As I made every movement my full sized mammaries jiggled and undulated being totally free. Within minutes I completed soaping my neck, shoulders, boobs, abdomen, and genitals. I had to admit that the fragrance of this soap was unique and very gripping.

Meenakshi: Let me do your legs Madam. You don’t have to stoop.

If I had to stoop and soap my legs, my big boobs would hung in the air in a very embarrassing manner and hence I thanked her in my mind while handing the soap. She started rolling and rubbing the soap over my smooth, fair thighs and the touch of another hand, though female, in my thigh area passed a ‘hot wave’ through my body. My already hard nipples got stiff, as Meenakshi slid her hands in between my thighs. She completed lathering my thighs, legs, and feet and then for reasons unknown to me she started rubbing the soap in my pussy area though it was already done by me!

I giggled as she moved her fingers within my thick lathery pussy hairs, but of course enjoyed the touch just over my G-spot. Meenakshi also seemed to be enjoying that and she was playfully parting my pussy hairs as if she was playing a sitar!

Me: Eii! What are you doing?

Meenakshi giggled at my expression and stopped that and stood up laughing.

Meenakshi: Uh! Just see them!

She pointed to my pink nipples, which by that time grew to their full size, looking like two ripe g****s, and stood upright off my round breast surface. I appeared all red in shyness being caught.

Meenakshi: Madam, now please turn back.

I turned my naked back to her and she applied some water and started soaping my back. I noticed the soap was quickly getting smaller and resembled as if an erect penis getting limp while it was slowly ejaculating!

Meenakshi: Madam, the motto is to completely drain out the soap.

Me: I see. It’s lathering out quite easily and heavily too.

Meenakshi: The material is such… one piece is meant for a single person’s bath.

After finishing my entire back and midriff, Meenakshi reached my waist and started rubbing the soap lower. Her slippery hands moved all over my round naked ass cheeks. I was getting increasingly stimulated with the feel of a pair hands moving in circular fashion over my round naked buttocks. At one time I had to squeeze my boobs and nipples once as the act was generating extreme stimulus for me.

Since I was within the toilet and with a female, I did not feel any hesitation to openly press and cuddle my boobs and nipples with my hands to feel relaxed. I could sense Meenakshi’s hands going down my ass crevice to my anus while she was frothing my butts.

Me: Isshhh…

I exclaimed in sheer excitement of her touch.

Meenakshi: Madam, just a minute… Yes, you are now done.

She placed herself just at a distance and I started pouring water on my naked figure and started washing the foam off my body. Within a minute or two my bath was over and she handed me the towel. The towel also seemed to be emitting a nice odor and I took a deep breath as I dried myself up. The whole toilet was filled with the nice scent emitted by the soap and I felt rather refreshed and seemed to have refurbished my energy level at that hour of the night (11 p.m.) inhaling that pleasant fragrance.

I was about to pull my bra and panty off the door hook when Meenakshi interrupted.

Meenakshi: Madam, please wait. I need to oil your body.

The oil was completely off my mind and though I said “okay” to her I was feeling quite shy now to stand absolutely naked in that bright light for some more minutes. Meenakshi opened the oil bottle and I noticed the oil was green in color, must be some herbal extract I thought.

Me: Meenakshi, I can manage that…

Meenakshi: Madam, why would you take the trouble when I am present?

Meenakshi started rubbing the oil on my well-formed shoulders and long arms. Though it was not a massage, but after that cold water bath it was a welcome feel and it definitely soothed my body.

Me: I hope I don’t catch a cold having had the bath at this hour and that too with such cold water.

She smiled a bit and took some oil from the bottle and splashed it in both her palms and came near me. Meenakshi probably realized the shyness I was feeling to stand naked, more so as she was completely dressed.

Meenakshi: Madam, do one thing, you close your eyes while I apply the oil. You will feel better that way I suppose.

Me: Hmm. But do it fast please.

Meenakshi nodded and I closed my eyes. Meenakshi started with my shoulders and then proceeded to my long arms. It was not a massage of course, but then her touch was a welcome present for me after my bath with that icy water. My whole body shivered and jerked as her oily hands cupped and rubbed each of my bouncy boobs and glistened them with oil. Though my eyes were closed I could feel her hands cupping my boob flesh and then she held my nipples with two fingers and slowly twisted them and naturally they were fully erect within the wink of an eye. She rolled and pressed my nipples with her oily fingers and I felt exactly as if my husband’s tongue was playing with them! I tried to shift my attention.

Me: Meenakshi, will this oil not spoil my bra?

Meenakshi: Madam, this is an absolute non-greasy mixture prepared by Guru-ji himself. So, don’t worry.

Me: Okay.
Meenakshi then went down to my belly and completed that and went down to my legs. I was feeling a sense of tickling also as she was moving her hands all over my thighs and legs. Once done I thought she would come to my backside to do the rest, but…

Meenakshi: Madam, please turn back.

Me: Why don’t you come to this side?

Meenakshi: No, no Madam. It will be easier for me to do like this only.

Although I was slightly surprised at her not coming to this side, but I did not think on that too much and turned my back to her. Little did I know that the camera was on this side and all along I was till then facing the camera, which was taping my fully nude frontal portion. Now as I turned my ass to Meenakshi, I was actually showing my big naked gaand to the camera!

Meenakshi continued to rub oil on my back, midriff, two ass cheeks, and the back of my plump thighs and completed the process in another two to three minutes. It seemed to me as if I was standing naked in the bathroom eternally.

Meenakshi: Madam, just a few more seconds, let me place the tags.

Me: Oh yes! I was about to ask you but forgot, what are these tags for?

Meenakshi: Madam, these tags will be on your body and will necessitate during the Maha-yagya.

I opened my eyes and noted that Meenakshi took the blue papers. She came near me and pasted straight on my left nipple and another on my right nipple.

Meenakshi: Madam, there are six orgasm points in our body and I will stuck these litmus papers there only.

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Me: But Meenakshi… I mean… what’s the purpose?

After my nipples, she proceeded to my navel and pasted one there. She squatted in front of my pussy to paste one there also! Meenakshi cleaned the small bits of hair and pasted the paper on the left just adjacent to my pussy hole.

Meenakshi: Madam, you need to be a little patient. Everything in Maha-yagya has a purpose of course, but let the right time come, you will know it yourself. Simply don’t worry about these silly things.

“Silly”! She calls it silly! She pasted small papers on my nipples and pussy – how could I just ignore that completely?

She pasted the last two litmus papers on my upper thighs and thus completed the six orgasm points – nipples (2), navel, pussy, and thighs (2).

Meenakshi: Madam, now you wear the Maha-yagya paridhan.

I immediately took my panty off the door hook and started wearing it. Since it looked very odd wearing my undergarments facing her, I just moved a shade away to get dressed.

Meenakshi: Madam, Madam, don’t move away. Please face this side.

My eyebrows rose seeing her persistence about facing that side! She quickly recovered herself. For the first time, I seemed like smelling a rat. I looked at the wall that side; but could not find anything suspicious except the glowing high power bulbs and a lowly placed ventilator. I was still holding my panty in my right hand and my whole body was naked.

Meenakshi: Madam, actually the norm is to face the east side while bathing for the Maha-yagya, that’s why I was just suggesting…

I was more or less convinced by her words and though looking at the ventilator (as there was nothing else to look at on that side) I wore my panty. It seemed to me that there was something in the dark quarters of the ventilator placed quite deep into it, but I did not pay much heed to that and was busy stretching my panty edges over my round ass cheeks and also wore the bra at a brisk pace. My priority was more to cover my intimate parts first and fast too to feel secured.

“Secured” – how oblivious I was! At that moment had I been more curious about the low-level ventilator or pay a little more attention as to why Meenakshi was stressing me to face that wall, I could easily have caught this filthy act. Instead I bathed in front of the camera without a thread on my 28-year-old body and now to wear the panty I bent down slightly and my firm bare milk tanks swung freely in the air, then lifted my legs to get inside the panty – all facing the camera and shot from very close proximity!

Meenakshi: Madam, your extra-covers…

She handed me the small circular red cloth pieces with the adhesive bottle. I glued the small round covers with the adhesive and placed them within my bra just over my two erect nipples.

Me: This bra material though is very comfortable to wear, but rather thin.

Meenakshi: Yes Madam and for that only these extra-covers actually quite handy. I use them often as my nipples are very much swollen.

She smiled shyly while saying that. Meenakshi was a plump matured woman and that she would have cherry-sized swollen nipples was more than obvious, I thought.

Me: But if you wear the normal bra why would you need those?

Meenakshi: Madam, you are a housewife, you can wear a regular bra all the time, but in the ashram there are several pujas, havans, etc. happening where I have to wear only the blouse.

Me: Oh! That’s very embarrassing then.

Meenakshi: Yes, that was the feeling in my initial days, now am habituated because as Guru-ji always says the focus has to be above these petty things.

She paused a bit. I was almost fully dressed now with the choli and the skirt on my body.

Meenakshi: But still Madam, I cannot write off all my womanly shyness. So I use these, which actually prevents my nipple impressions over the blouse to others present around me. You will also find it useful during the yagya.

Me: Okay. S you can see, I really need some protection for my intimate parts.

Meenakshi: Madam, you are looking very sexy as your figure is well accented by this dress.

We exchanged smiles as we got out of the toilet. Guru-ji’s room seemed to be more smoky that before. I took small steps as I was wearing the short skirt and I also tried my best to stretch the choli upwards to cover my deep exposed cleavage. The whole room was adorned with a variety of items, which I must say was a gala affair. As I looked carefully through the smoke I noticed the whole room was almost covered with several bowls and small pots containing flowers for puja offerings, kumkum, sandalwood powder, a kalash and a coconut on top of it, ghee, rice, and kheer on small plates, betel nuts, small pieces of wood, etc. Additionally, there were the ‘agni’ at the center of the room before the Linga Maharaj deity and it was glowing full steam with four deepaks (light lamps) placed round it. Moreover, several scented agarbattis (incense sticks) were filling the room with an intoxicating smell. Guru-ji was chanting mantras at a loud pitch and everything contributed comprehensively to make the atmosphere ‘spiritualistic’ in the literal sense of the term.

Anyone standing there would automatically plunge into this mesmeric world, such was the ambiance!

Guru-ji: Anita. You look so very divine in the Maha-yagya attire!

Guru-ji’s eyes roved from my face to toenail of my accented figure in this mini dress. Meenakshi left the room doing a pranam to Guru-ji and I was left all alone with the three males, viz. Uday, Sanjeev, and Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Beti, first a deep prayer to Linga Maharaj! I want all your concentration here.

He handed over some flowers to me and indicated me to have folded hands as in a prayer. Uday put some ghee to the ‘agni’ and as I closed my eyes Guru-ji started chanting mantras very loudly. My only prayer to Linga Maharaj was the success of this yagya so that I reach my goal of motherhood. The prayer went on for almost two minutes and then I opened my eyes as Guru-ji stopped the mantra.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Come and stand here Anita, before my eyes.

I took some hesitant steps to go right in front of Guru-ji as my fair well-formed thighs were all exposed through the miniskirt I was wearing. Guru-ji was sitting on the floor, which made me more uncomfortable due to the angle from which he was looking at me. Uday and Sanjeev were standing behind me.

Guru-ji: Anita, I still see dithering in you wearing this paridhan! Why is it that?

Me: Yes… I mean no Guru-ji, it’s… its okay now.

Guru-ji: I hope so. Why are you standing like that then? Relax Anita. Your mind has to be absolutely careless to achieve your objective.

I was standing with my legs glued in together and my hands crossed over the front of my short skirt. I quickly tried to recover from that state by removing my hands off my skirt-front.

Guru-ji: That’s better. Ha ha…

Guru-ji laughed mildly looking directly at my skirt-covered pelvic area. I also moved my legs a bit to stand in a relaxed way. Guru-ji was looking intently at my exposed flesh below my micro-mini skirt.

Guru-ji: Okay. Now you will take the ‘diksha’ to attain a successful Maha-yagya. You wait here while I complete the initial puja.

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji started the diksha process by initiating the puja and was chanting mantras and throwing flowers to the feet of Linga Maharaj. Uday and Sanjeev were aiding him with the necessities. I was standing with folded arms as if doing a prayer. Within minutes the puja ended.

Guru-ji: Now sit here, in this ‘asana’ (embroidered cloth meant for sitting).

My heartbeat was getting faster at the very thought of sitting on the floor on that ‘asana’. In fact when Master-ji and Deepak went off giving me the dress, I tried several postures wearing that dress and one was of course sitting on the floor. And there was no way I could hide my panty from being flashed to people around me if I had to fold my legs and sit on the floor wearing that horrible skirt.

I went ahead beside Guru-ji and stood on the ‘asana’ and sat on my knees. I knew that would not suffice, but still took a chance.

Guru-ji: What happened Anita? Why did you stop half way?

I was expecting that only.

Me: No, actually…

Seeing my expressions Guru-ji realized my problem, but the way he openly verbalized that made me feel like drowning in shame.

Guru-ji: Okay, I think you are suspicious about your skirt hiking up and showing everything, is it so Anita?

I was all red now. I just looked at the floor and nodded my head. Sanjeev and Uday made my situation worse.

Guru-ji: But… but you must be wearing a panty! Sanjeev, did you not give her the full sterilized set?

Sanjeev: Surely Guru-ji. And Meenakshi was there. She must have ensured that Madam is wearing her panty.

Guru-ji: Right, right. So… Anita?

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Beads of perspiration came up on my forehead thinking what to reply. Guru-ji along with Uday and Sanjeev - all the three males were all looking at me. My lips only parted, but I could not express a reply. I was still half-seated on my knees and now had to raise my buttocks off my knees and was about to fold my legs.

Guru-ji: Uday, give her your uttariya (loose upper body cloth like a shawl) to Anita. She can keep that on her lap.

I felt relieved to have covered my plump naked thighs with Uday’s saffron cloth and folded my legs and sat on the asana. Uday’s upper part now was bare and his physique was so attractive and well maintained that my eyes were getting attracted to him time and again. I had my initial crush for Uday also for this reason only, but now I tried to concentrate on the yagya. But it was difficult for me as I could also clearly sense that by sitting that way my miniskirt hiked halfway up my round ass and I will have to be rather cautious while I ascend from this position.

Guru-ji: Okay, now keep your hands stretched on your knees and repeat the mantras loudly as I say.

He began with the mantras and I stretched my arms to my folded knees thereby bending somewhat. I was repeating the mantras as said by Guru-ji. This time I had my eyes open, but soon my sixth sense alerted me that Sanjeev was eyeing me. Initially I was focussing on Guru-ji, but seeing his eyes half closed, I looked from the corner of my eye at Sanjeev. And I was so right! I stole a glance down my blouse to find my cleavage and boob flesh oozing over my blouse as I was marginally bent. In any case due to the square neck of my blouse, the upper part of my boob flesh was constantly visible, but I never expected it would look so appealing and prominent me being slightly bent. I immediately corrected my posture.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Take the ‘tilak’ Anita.

I took the red tilak on my forehead and I noticed Sanjeev was observing me throughout. My naked thighs were well covered now with the uttariya of Uday, but there was no way I could hide my exposed cleavage.

Guru-ji: Anita, now that your diksha is complete and you have submitted your prayer to Linga Maharaj, you need to undergo the “mantra dan” now.

Me: What’s that Guru-ji?

Guru-ji: There are three secret mantras to get success in this Maha-yagya. Those cannot be verbalized loudly as they are forbidden in our tantra. Each one of us will give you one mantra.

Me: All right Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Anita, by this time you must have realized that attaining your goal needs your libido going.

You come and stand here near the ‘agni’. Uday, you give her the first mantra.

I ascended from my sitting position straightening my skirt over my gaand quickly. Thank God! The uttariya was there on my lap, which prevented me from an awful upskirt in front of these males. I left the uttariya on the asana and went near the agni and stood there.

Guru-ji: Anita, Uday will recite the mantra five times consecutively in your ears and you now forget about everything else and listen to the mantra very carefully. The sixth time you have to mumble the mantra on your own to his ears. Okay?

I nodded and my heart started thumping, as I have to learn that mantra by heart in such a quick time. I really doubted if I fail what would happen.

Guru-ji: Anita Beti, your face says you are worried! Why? The mantra is a very small one and has only 5-6 Sanskrit words. I think…

Me: O! Then its manageable Guru-ji.

Uday was near me by that time.

Guru-ji: Fine. Anita, another thing, you must have noticed that in Mr. Yadav’s place yagya processes were quite intimate. The art of Tantra underlines involvement. And I need the same involvement that I have been getting from you throughout your ashram stay.

I nodded my head to Guru-ji indicating, “You will get that.”

Even as I nodded in affirmation, I was a bit anxious because the way I acted as the ‘medium’ in Mr. Yadav’s place and he took full advantage of my youthful body; I frankly did not want a repeat show. It was a real shame for me, especially being married, to be groped like that in the puja ghar of an unknown person’s house.

Guru-ji: I know Anita it was not a pleasant experience because being married, your first reaction to a touch from any male other than your husband is negative. And Mr. Yadav was a complete stranger to you.

Did Guru-ji realize what was going in my mind? I dropped my head in shyness.

Guru-ji: But Beti, you must also realize that the core essence of the yagya and the process to gratify Linga Maharaj has to be followed. No one is over and above the norms. Isn’t it?

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

I was again maintaining eye contact with Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Our goal is to get you to your goal. So allow Uday to present you with the first secret mantra of the Maha-yagya. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Uday was already standing adjacent to me.

Guru-ji: Since this is a secret mantra you get close with Uday so that he can whisper it in your ear. Anita, you turn and face Uday, close your eyes, and fold your arms in the form of prayer.

Uday: Madam, come closer.

How close? I was almost standing by his side. Definitely if it were somewhere else, I would love to get close to my adorable man, but here Sanjeev and Guru-ji were watching us from close quarters, so I was feeling very hesitant. Uday gently pulled my elbows and positioned me in front of him. He was a tall man and he could clearly peep into my bulging flesh exposed over my tight choli. I folded my hands in front of him and closed my eyes. I could feel he took his mouth to my right ear and his hands holding me on my naked waist and midriff area. I was wearing this skirt quite low to cover more of my thighs and hence my midriff was fully bare. I shivered to feel a male hand on my naked flesh.

Uday was whispering the mantra in my ear very slowly and I picked that up at the very first go! I was definitely stiff being in the arms of Uday in front of Sanjeev and Guru-ji. Though he was not exactly hugging me, but the feel was almost like that with his hot breaths on my neck, his lips touching my right ear, and his fingers holding me around my waistline just over my miniskirt started making me feel edgy.

As he repeated the mantras in my ears I could feel he was breathing heavier probably getting the feel of a female body within his arms. I thanked Guru-ji in my mind to ask me to stand with folded hands before Uday because if my hands were at my sides, my protruding boobs would definitely press against his flat broad chest and certainly I could not have stopped my libido flowing.

As Uday completed giving me the mantra, it was my turn to whisper him back. He bent a little as my height would not match his so that I could reach his ears and I murmured him back the mantra.

Guru-ji: Thanks Uday. Anita, I hope there was no issues understanding and verbalizing the secret mantra #1.

Me: No, no it was all right Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Fine. Sanjeev, now its your turn to give the #2.

Out of habit, my hands were going down my skirt to straighten it though I knew it could not be stretched further down. Sanjeev must have been feasting his eyes on my marble like naked thighs, as he was sitting just a few feet away from me. Hardly will any male get an opportunity to see a housewife wearing such a micromini and exposing everything in front of a male other than his husband - so he must be quite excited seeing it. And I got a very clear hint when he was giving me the secret mantra!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Uday got back to his place and I continued to stand beside the fire waiting for Sanjeev. The glow of the fire must have been making me look sexier in that meager outfit.

Guru-ji: Okay Sanjeev. You may proceed. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Sanjeev came very close to me and he held me by my elbows and pulled me close to his body. I could clearly feel the difference in the touch of Uday and Sanjeev. The latter was much more forceful. As he took his mouth near my right ear, I could feel he was trying to hug me with both hands. Since Guru-ji was sitting there was no question of protesting verbally and my physical objection was also weak as my hands were folded as in prayer. I could jolly well understand Sanjeev took that advantage fully and as he started to whisper the mantra in my right ear, he embraced me with both hands quite closely. It seemed like my hubby was hugging me in my bedroom before going to bed – such was his approach! The only difference being I was not holding Sanjeev in my arms.

Frankly I did not hear anything what Sanjeev muttered in my ear at the first go because I was so very conscious of his moves, but concentrated the subsequent times when he repeated the mantra. Unlike Uday, his hands were constantly moving in the area just below where my choli ended. Even with closed eyes I could clearly sense that he was feeling my back with his both hands.

I could finally grasp the mantra at the fourth attempt, but by that time I was breathing heavier than normal as he had already aroused me with his lewd moves. With closed eyes I could feel his hands descending down my naked back onto my skirt. Sanjeev had an advantage that Guru-ji and Uday were behind him and they could in no way see what his hands were doing on my back. I was getting more and more stiff as he was verbalizing the mantra very slowly in my ear the fourth time and his hands steadily crawling down my skirt-covered round ass.

When Sanjeev started mumbling the mantra the last time in my right ear, I could feel he was clearly cupping my ass flesh with two hands over my miniskirt. I could not revolt and meekly accepted his groping. I almost had a wet pussy the way he was pressing and kneading my tight ass cheeks in that short period of time. I was rather quick to whisper the mantra in his ear and sighed relief getting out of his clutches. As most of the males do as a habit before releasing any woman from an organ-specific activity, Sanjeev also gave me a very tight squeeze on my ass before releasing me.

Guru-ji: So Anita, you are through with two of the secret mantras. Great! Now I will give you the last one.

I nodded as I wetted my lips with my tongue to get back my composure. I saw Sanjeev evidently stroked his penis within his dhoti as he went back to his old position. Guru-ji ascended and came near me. My heart was beating again thinking guru-ji would now give me the mantra.

Guru-ji: Anita, are you ready?

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

He came near me, very near and gently held my shoulders and turned to his side. He was a tall man and hence he had to bend somewhat to reach my ears. Unlike both Sanjeev and Uday, he held me by my shoulders. His fingers though were not stationary I was breathing much easier. Undoubtedly he could feel my skin through the thin fabric of the blouse, more so as there was no strap on my shoulders because I was wearing a strapless brassiere. He started murmuring the mantra and I tried to concentrate with closed eyes and folded arms.

Nothing much happened with Guru-ji except for his lips touching my right ear time and again. He could have easily held me by my waist like Sanjeev or Uday, but he was different and definitely a towering personality. My respect for him increased in my mind from this small incident.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Now that ‘Mantra Dan’ is complete, Anita you need to do the Ashram Parikrama.

I was not sure what that exactly meant though I could guess I have to walk around the ashram, still was not absolutely sure.

Me: I have to…?

Guru-ji: Right. You have to cover the circumference of the ashram and providing prayer flowers to the four replicas carved on the ashram wall.

Me: But I did not notice any replicas on the wall Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Yes the common eye would not catch that.

Me: How would I locate then?

Guru-ji: Patience Anita. I will brief everything.

He paused a little. Sanjeev and Uday were also standing now beside Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Look Anita, you will have to carry this ‘thali’ on your head and walk the circumference of the ashram. You will have to offer the flowers to the four Linga replicas on the wall representing the four directions, viz. North, South, East, and West. Since there will be darkness outside Uday will precede you with a lamp and will also help you locate the replicas carved on the wall. Okay?

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: But… I …

He seemed to hesitating to say something.

Guru-ji: Uday, shall I send Sanjeev also with you? But…

Uday was silent. Guru-ji seemed to be worried on some aspect. I was pretty surprised.

Me: Guru-ji, is there anything wrong?

Guru-ji: No, no Beti. It’s okay, but…

I was not getting that. Why was Guru-ji hesitating and looking at Uday's and Sanjeev's faces!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I took the thali from him again and raised it over my head. My boob flesh was getting shamefully exposed each time I lifted my hands over my head, but the darkness of the night gave me some cover.

Uday had a lighted torch in his hand and he was going alongside me. Honestly I was feeling very comfortable with Uday. My crush was still living inside my mind and body. The pleasure I got from him on the moving boat – I would never forget in my life. Though he did not fuck me that night, but I didn’t know how I extracted more pleasure out of it!

Honestly there was no fear in me even after hearing the molestation story of Bindiya from Guru-ji. Today I was a bit reserved with Uday because I knew I had to successfully undergo the Maha-yagya, that’s my greatest priority.

Uday: Madam, I did not get the opportunity to tell you Madam. You look ravishing in this dress.

We were still within the premises of the ashram, so I replied.

Me: Hmm. I know, but its very embarrassing to wear such small clothes at my age.

Uday: Age! What do you say Madam! You will surely get admission to any college – you look so young!

Me: Uday, don’t flatter me.

Uday: Kasam se! Madam. You do not know how sexy you are looking!

Me: Shut up!

Uday: Madam, if you don’t mind, can I tell something?

Me: What?

Uday: Madam, you did not say anything to Sanjeev while he was giving you the secret mantra?

My heart missed a beat. Did Uday saw what Sanjeev was doing? But how could that be? He was in front of me. I immediately tried to prove my innocence in front of my ‘lover’.

Me: What for? What did he do? He gave the mantra in my ear like you and Guru-ji!

Uday: Madam, don’t tell a lie. I saw his hand position from where I was sitting. The opportunist!

I clearly smelt an odor of envy from Uday’s voice and instigated him more.

Me: You held me by my waist and he held me by my hips. That’s all.

I tried to keep my voice very casual and normal while saying it so that Uday becomes more envious.

Uday: Huh! Madam, you are innocent. You did not realize his moves.

Me: May be, but I did not feel anything unusual.

While conversing we reached the gate. The outside looked darker than within the ashram premises. It was around midnight. And now for the first time I felt a wave of unknown fear in me going out in this sexy dress.

Me: Uday, I am safe outside naa? I mean after hearing that case…

Uday: Madam, that was a stray incident, which had never happened in ashram’s history. You just relax.

Me: I will depend on you Uday. Please walk close to me.

Uday: Not to worry Madam. You just remember not to talk otherwise the curse of Linga Maharaj will take effect on you.

Me: No, no. I will keep my mouth shut.

I stepped out of the ashram and Uday was walking beside me. My arms were lifted up as I was holding the heavy thali over my head. As I was walking in that fashion, I could well judge that my fleshy gaand was moving in a very sexy way, swaying up and down, right and left. Thank God! There was no one watching me from behind. I must have been looking awfully raunchy, especially in this micromini.

It was so very quiet outside with grasshoppers and cricket playing the constant music. Clouds were shadowing the moon at times thereby increasing the intensity of the darkness surrounding us. I could hear my own breathing; the adjoining was so silent and still! Thankfully the path going round the circumference of the ashram was sufficiently wide for two persons to walk side by side and relatively clean also though there were occasional shrubs and bushes growing on the trail itself. Uday was lighting up the way for me and we were walking slowly and carefully.

The night was so quiet outside the ashram in this village that a sense of deserted was gripping my mind though Uday was there. A feeling of fright and panic was getting riveted on me rapidly and honestly, if I suddenly see a man coming up this grassy trail, I would surely die out of fear. My throat was getting drier and hands also getting colder thinking of Guru-ji’s description of Bindiya being harassed.

Uday: Madam, the night is so beautiful. It’s like the night we met on boat, isn’t it?

I almost trembled hearing the voice of Uday all of a sudden.

Uday: What happened? Are you afraid Madam?

He looked at my face and got the hint.

Uday: Ha ha ha…

He laughed loudly teasing me. I felt so irritated at that juncture that I just made a face to him showing my annoyance. My annoyance was aggravated by the number of flying mosquitoes around me! Inside the ashram, I did not feel it because they must be using some kind of repellant, but here in the open field along the circumference of the ashram in the nighttime, it was like fleets of mosquitoes flocking at us. I was constantly shaking my legs as I walked to avoid those bloodsuckers.

Uday: Oh! We have reached the first replica. See there.

I looked in the direction where Uday pointed, but could not see anything, as there was darkness. He stepped out of the road in the shrubs and lighted the spot. It was deep down the wall almost near the ground where I picked up the Linga replica illuminated by his torch. I followed the footmarks of Uday and stepped out of the meandering path, but since I was barefooted, I was very watchful regarding the shrubs.

Uday: Madam, just be careful. There are thorns here and there.

Uday helped me by taking the thali from my hands and I positioned myself among the bushes to offer the flowers to the replica.

I noticed that I had to bend down to offer flowers and the prayer - such was the position of the replica. I realized it would be very difficult to stand there for a moment, as it was a mosquito den. Also, I was attacked by the mosquitos more than Uday simply because all of my legs was uncovered because of that miniskirt.

Uday: Madam, you offer the flowers. I will try to keep away the mosquitoes from your legs.

Saying that he held the thali in his left hand and started waving his right hand very briskly near my legs. Seeing that it was not enough he started brushing and sweeping his right hand all along my naked legs. Even in that position I instantly got a turn on getting a male hand touching me around my knees. I tried my best to quickly finish off the process.

Suddenly I noted the torch illumination going off from the Linga replica in front of me! I was puzzled and turned back, but it came back just then.

Uday: Madam, I was checking if there were any mosquitoes under your skirt or not. Ha ha ha…

I was simply stunned to hear that. I was bending a lot to offer the flowers to the Linga replica and my short skirt must have hiked up significantly giving Uday a good upskirt view. And hence this prank – but… but, still it was too much. He was throwing light inside my skirt!

Uday: Madam, I hope you did not mind. He he he…

He laughed in the most irritating way possible. I immediately was up from my bent posture and gave a very hard look at Uday. Alas! I could not speak. I sprinkled the Ganges waters as Guru-ji had demonstrated and we again started walking and I was holding the thali above my head. I was not looking at him and was trying to make him understand that I did not like that lewd prank.

Uday: Sorry Madam.

He tried to console me.

Uday: Madam, look! The moon has again come out.

We had now reached the backside of the ashram. There was a big tree with a large shade here and the place appeared so very dark. Hardly anything could be seen here.

Bhow bhow bhouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I almost shrieked and the thali nearly slipped from my hands. I was so scared at the sudden barking of a dog. I jumped absolutely close to Uday.

Uday: Madam, madam. Relax. It’s just a dog passing by. Not to worry.

My face was pale, palms cold, and lips totally dry. My heart was beating rapidly as I was enormously baffled by that all of a sudden sound. Uday read my face and this time stood by me seriously leaving out the pranks.

Uday: Madam, why do you feel so nervous? I am here naa. I will protect you from everything.

He was saying those words very slowly trying to win my confidence. While saying he wrapped his left hand around my waist. I was already breathing heavily, of course not in excitement, but in anxiety. Uday looked down at my heaving boobs - since both my arms were lifted up holding the thali, more than half of my firm milk-tanks were popping out of my blouse and were appearing like free offers to him.

Uday: Madam, this is the best possible way to ward off fear and nervousness.

I could feel his left hand brushing up my torso from my waist till my milk-tanks and readily grabbed and squeezed my juicy right boob.

Me: Uhuuuuuu….

Since my hands were engaged up my head holding the thali, I shook my head in disapproval of his act. I did not want to divert my mind on to anything else, but the Maha-yagya.

Uday: Madam, your boobs look so inviting in this choli.

Now he briskly shifted his position to my back and hugged me from behind and cupped my mammaries with both his palms. I struggled in his arms feeling his hard prick poking my soft gaand through his dhoti. I could not leave the thali and I had to keep my hands up above my head and Uday took full advantage of that. He was constantly squeezing my boobs and obviously was feeling and caressing my hard nipples over my blouse and brassiere.

Uday: Madam, I know it’s not appropriate to do this, but I cannot resist myself. You are looking so damn sexy…

I could feel his right hand sliding quickly from my right boob down my belly and navel and rested over my pussy. His hand was roaming over my pubic are over my skirt. I tried to stop him by jerking my body, but in the pretext my big gaand pressed more on his erect dick giving him more pleasure only.

I was not allowed to speak, so I tried to request him through my facial expressions, but he was getting excited by the moment. I suddenly felt that Uday was pulling up my miniskirt. My mouth gaped wide as I knew very well that my intimate parts would get exposed if my skirt hikes up just a few inches. But I felt so helpless as my hands were nonfunctional. And as I expected, Uday lifted my skirt up from the front and inserted his fingers under it and started feeling my upper thighs and even touched my panty!

This was too much! I realized that I must stop him, as I was equally getting sexually keyed up. I just kicked him on his feet and jerked my body violently to get out of his clutches. Uday probably comprehended that I was angry now. He left me and stood there speechless. I was shaking my head in displeasure that I did not expect this from him.

Uday: Madam… I mean… Madam, I am really ashamed. I should not have done this.

I was a bit surprised by the abrupt change in Uday, but hoped that he understood that the prime target for me was to undergo that yagya successfully, and nothing else.

Uday: Madam, am sorry. I did that in the heat of the moment. Please forgive me.

I denoted that it was okay and we started walking again. Honestly I was feeling the libido had started flowing in me by Uday’s touches to my intimate parts. I closed my eyes for a while as I walked and tried to focus hard.

My next two Linga replicas’ offerings were uneventful. The night was pitch dark with the moon still playing hide and seek with the clouds. Honestly after Uday hugged me I was, in fact, not feeling the nervousness or the fear of the dark! I smiled to myself at my irregular behavior.

Uday: Madam, we are almost complete; now the last replica.

The place where the last replica was seemed to be the remotest, as the shrubs and bushes were the maximum at that place. Though I was very careful regarding placing my steps, but unfortunately I kept my footstep on a thorny bush. I immediately felt pain of the piercing on my left sole, but somehow controlled myself not to scream.

Uday: What happened Madam? You seem to be in pain!

Uday promptly realized what might have happened.

Uday: Madam, I think you first complete the procedure and then I will see take care of it.

I also felt likewise and stooped to offer the flowers. The mosquitos were having a feast on my uncovered legs. I constantly shook my legs to avoid those bloodsuckers as much as possible. Uday this time was standing directly behind me; though I was aware, I had little option. I had to lean forward once and he must have had a great view of my big round ass covered in that miniskirt. I quickly rose up and offered the prayer and came limping to the pathway. The thorn pricked me on my left foot.

Uday: Let me check.

Saying that he sat near my feet and took my left foot on his lap. In the process I had to fold my leg from my knee and I could perceive jolly well that if he looks up now, he can directly see inside my skirt. My heart was again starting to drum.

Uday: Madam, its just a thorn, give me a minute and I will get that out.

I was bleeding, of course not in profuse amount.

Uday: Madam, raise your feet a bit, I can’t see the spot clearly.

Rise my feet more? My God! That way I would look so vulgarly inviting! But there was no alternative – I stood on one leg and raised my left foot indecently high so that Uday could see the sole of my foot. My skirt was slipping upwards towards my waist and my full left leg remained exposed. I was just counting the seconds when he would look up at me saying, ‘the thorn is out’ and just then…

Uday: Madam, its out!

He looked up and got an ample upskirt view of mine from the front. I was sure he could see my panty clearly this time. I even forgot to get embarrassed!

He tore apart a portion of cloth from his dhoti and tied it on my feet.

Uday: Will get the medicine getting back to the ashram.

I nodded and instantly got my foot back on ground from his lap. But surprisingly I was having pain as I kept it on ground. I tried to ignore it and took a step forward, but it was pinching me inside. Even with that stopgap bandage I was feeling the pain, as I was exerting pressure on my left leg for walking, hence I continued to limp.

Uday: Madam, are you still in pain?

I nodded to indicate ‘yes’. He seemingly was a bit astonished.

Uday: I thought I cleared the thorn, but…

I was getting increasing pain now in my sole with every step and was unable to walk at all. I was getting off balance because of my hands being raised up for holding the thali. My face was exhibiting the pain I was having. Uday saw that.

Uday: Madam, how will you walk like this? Shall I check it again?

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I readily nodded against his wish; I was not in the mood then to be naughty and hence was not ready to exhibit my panty abundantly to him.

Uday: But then, how can you walk like this?

It seemed to be a bigger and painful issue than I thought. I was sure multiple thorns must have entered my sole and Uday was able to trace only one. My pain was increasing and such was the position of the cut on my sole that I was unable to place my foot properly on ground. Each time I exerted pressure on my left sole, it was acutely paining and blood seemed to ooze out of the cut wetting the bandage.

I could not check the injury myself also in front of Uday wearing this skimpy outfit.

Uday: Madam, shall I give you a hand?

He was careful this time probably thinking of my reaction last time when he hugged me and touched me adequately. I was unsure what to do, but could realize it was getting increasingly difficult and impossible to walk like this – either the thali has to be taken care of by Uday so that I could hold his shoulder and walk, otherwise I have to walk on one leg.

Uday: Madam, we should not waste much time as we are running short of time also. If we do not get back in 1200 seconds, Madam, you will have to repeat the whole thing!

I could realize that I need to decide fast what to do. I tried to think of the alternatives. The thali could not be handed over amidst the Parikrama except for offering flowers to the replica or sprinkling the Ganges water. So, that’s out of question.

I will wait and Uday will get Guru-ji here will also eat of the remaining time left of 1200 seconds. So, that’s also ruled out.

Holding the thali on my head, it would be impossible for me to limp on one leg through the remaining distance because I would surely get off balance and fall on the ground.

I certainly did not realize that this small incident would become such a constraint for me! I had ceased walking due to my pain and so was Uday.

Uday: You must complete the Parikrama Madam. You have just the last part to cover.

I was biting my lips and wondering what to do. I was feeling pretty down and just then Uday came up with a weird, out-of-the-world idea!

Uday: Madam, there is only one way, but…

I looked at him questionably and raised my eyebrows to know what it was.

Uday: No Madam, leave it. You will get aggravated. I do not want to annoy you further.

I limped forward to him somehow on one leg and as I did that my big boobs jiggled within my blouse heavily; Uday held me by my belly region so that I can stand at ease. I pointed to him to tell me what was in his mind.

Uday: Madam, since you are unable to walk and your hands are not free, but at the same time you need to complete the Parikrama, and since no one is watching you here, we can do one thing.

“Oho! What is it”” I mumbled in my mind. My facial expression did say that to Uday.

Uday: Madam, I mean I can take you… I mean in my lap and walk till the ashram if you agree.

I was simply astounded to hear such a bizarre proposal! I did not know how to react.

Uday: Madam, please do not take it in the other sense that I want to touch you, so am giving this suggestion. Please. No, not like that. See Madam, you can also understand that with the thali on your head, you cannot walk with that injured leg. So…

I turned my face away from him. It was true that I adored Uday and I had made love to him, but currently I was amidst a yagya process. How could I allow this now?

And I am not a little girl that he will carry me in his lap!

Am nearly 30 years old! A fully matured woman and married too!

Moreover, with my plump figure and this sexy dress - to be in the lap of a man, who was not even my husband was a too much of an idea. But was there a way out for me? The pain is so pinpoint and acute that I was unable to take steps now at all.

After some conflicts in my mind and more pleading and logic by Uday, I finally agreed. Agreed to what? To get onto Uday’s lap and he would carry me the rest of the path to the ashram gate!

I tried to figure out when was it last when my husband took me in his lap and walked. It was in my honeymoon. During our stay at the hotel, he picked me up a few times from the room balcony and carried me through the passage to the bed. It was enjoyable no doubt, but Rajesh was very naughty – he always lifted me up in his arms from the balcony and in the process of picking me up in his lap he invariably pulled up my nighty till my thighs and walked to the bed. The worst part was my landing as my husband made sure that when he drop me on bed from his lap, I land up on my gaand and my legs are in the air, thereby ensuring my full panty view for him.

The very thoughts of those days began to play as if a guitar in my mind. I tried my best to control my mind being wayward.

Uday: Madam, let us not waste any more time…

I tried to remember if ever my husband took me in his lap in the outdoor. Hmm… once, no no, twice I was fortunate to enjoy that. It was during an outing just back to back to my honeymoon. We went to some forest. It was a short two-day trip. There was a small stream on the pathway for our walks and a couple of times when we crossed that, since the place was absolutely desolate, Rajesh picked me up in his lap and crossed the stream so that my sari did not get wet. My figure at that time obviously was also not as plump as I am now, I added significant weight on my hips after my marriage and overall of course I have grown rounder and heavier. It was fun then, but today to get up in Uday’s lap was making me sweat.

I indicated to Uday to pick me up. Should I close my eyes? I did not know what to do as Uday bent slightly to grip me around my naked thighs. He embraced me with both hands just below the area where my skirt ended and in the process his face buried in my navel. I almost shrieked in excitement and embarrassment. But before I could do that, in one smooth jerk Uday picked me up in his lap and started walking!

Honestly, it felt incredible to be in a man’s lap after such a long time after my honeymoon and at this age. I was quite heavy, but still Uday seemed to pick me up like a feather! I again admired in my mind the great physique he possessed. As he walked my whole body was swaying, more so as my hands were still lifted up above my head holding the thali there. Uday’s hands encircled me at my mid-thighs and his head was just near my waist. In a peculiar fashion, he was also holding the lighted torch in his left hand. He was walking trying to walk at a brisk pace and my big boobs were jiggling very sexily within my blouse as he traversed along the meandering path.

I could realize that I was slipping from his arms as we traveled and though initially he was holding me around my mid-thigh region, now I had slid down considerably and he was actually embracing me by my gaand. The more disturbing thing for me was that my big boobs were hanging just above his face. The situation was emerging out to be hotter now than I expected. I could feel Uday’s hands holding me very tightly once he felt his hands were on my firm ass flesh. And time and again I noticed he was moving his head to touch my taut blouse-covered boobs.

“Aaeeiiiiiiiiiiii!”, I mumbled within myself.

Actually I had slid down so much within his arms that he gave a jerk and lifted me up within his lap. In the process I clearly realized my skirt getting rolled up and his stretched arm getting inside my skirt, as I did not ascend much in his lap even after his jerk probably due to my heavy structure. The resultant was my short skirt flowed over his embracing hands. I was naturally stiff and did not know what to do. Shall I indicate him to stop once and straighten my skirt? But I was running short of time already.

I noticed Uday was breathing very heavily now and his head was almost constantly touching the sides of my joggling boobs. I was trying to figure out why Uday was panting – due to my body weight or due to touching my panty under my skirt? I quickly made up my mind that before I get carried away by his touches, I must stop him.

I indicated hammering my right elbow a couple of times on his head to stop walking and he reluctantly halted. I could appreciably comprehend that he was pretty much excited the way he dropped me to the ground from his lap. It was a very sluggish process and he clearly felt my panty-covered ass with his hand as he descended me down. Since my hands were uplifted all the time it was all the more easier for him to brush his face on my boobs and it was a clear intimate hug feeling my big boobs on his chest before he released me finally.

Though my body was definitely responding to his hot movements, I made it a point in my mind not to get distracted.

Uday: Madam, what is it? I am not tired, which you might be thinking.

I just pointed to his forehead where beads of sweat had started to appear.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Uday: Oh! This is certainly not for your weight. You are not too heavy. It’s due to…

I smiled mildly when he said, “you are not too heavy”, though my husband’s complaint for the last few months had been that I was overweight, but at the same time he prefers and fancies my big round ass and more than handful sized tight boobs!

Uday: …it’s due to the thali’s weight probably.

He laughed aloud breaking the deep silence of the night.

Uday: Madam, we are almost there. So we should not waste a second. We must reach by 1200 seconds as Guru-ji specified.

I almost forgot the time-frame clause and was quickly was back to reality. I shamelessly stepped forward limping so that he can again take me up in his lap. I closed my eyes as he lifted me again in his lap and this time Uday was rather indecent in his approach. The first time he was cautious and held me quite high in his lap, but this time he seemed more interested in laying a hand on my intimate parts. I could not protest to his picking me up from ground and holding me right over skirt-covered buttocks. This time he held me in such an angle that his face was directly pressing on my left boob as he walked. I could not open my eyes to see my compromised state. If my husband would have seen me in this condition, he must have committed suicide!

My ‘misery’ ended in another couple of minutes as we reached the ashram gate. I was so overjoyed to see the gate, but my joyful emotion was short-lived. As Uday entered the ashram gate with me clinging to his body rather sexily, I found Guru-ji standing there. I was simply shocked. I never realized that he would be at the gate.

Guru-ji: Hey Anita, what happened? Are you all right? What happened Beti? Uday what’s the matter?

Guru-ji was quite concerned. Uday quickly dropped me down from his lap and I also straightened my skirt and adjusted my blouse to look somewhat decent.

Uday: Guru-ji, actually when Madam was offering flowers to a Linga replica she stepped on some thorns. I removed one, but she was unable to walk due to…

Guru-ji: Oho! Poor lass! Give me the thali.

Ah! I was so relieved to have descended my arms to the sides of my body after such a prolonged time holding that thali up my head!

Guru-ji: I was getting concerned that whether you will be able to make the Parikrama within 1200 seconds, but you just made it even after this injury. Congrats.

Me: You should give that compliment to Uday. He carried me quite a distance.

Guru-ji: Good job Uday.

Me: Guru-ji, the main problem was my hands were engaged…

Guru-ji: Yes, yes, I can understand that. Can you walk now taking my help?

Me: Surely Guru-ji.

Though it was paining once more as I stepped forward, but it was manageable holding onto Guru-ji’s outstretched right hand. We reached the yagya room where I found Sanjeev waiting. Uday did not come with us and I anticipated he must have gone to the toilet, as the way he was pressing me in his lap with his body the second time, he must have got a full erection.

Sanjeev and Guru-ji both were showing extra care for me about the wound. It always a good feeling when I see people concerned about me.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, bring a chair.

Sanjeev promptly brought a chair where I seated. I was conscious to keep my knees and thighs closed so that I do not flash my panty. All of my thighs and legs remained exposed in front of both males.

Guru-ji: Let me check.

Saying that Guru-ji sat near my feet. I was naturally feeling shy because a personality of Guru-ji’s stature sitting there made me very uncomfortable. He gently took my left foot and opened the bandage, which Uday had placed, and was checking the cut mark. He pressed the surrounding area to look for any abnormality. I kept my hands on my lap so that my miniskirt did not move up to much for a free show. I turned to Sanjeev and found he was staring at my glistening smooth naked legs.

Guru-ji: Bring the scalpel. Also bring the Betadine, some cotton, and a bandage. Seems another barb is there subcutaneous.

Within a minute Sanjeev handed over the items Guru-ji needed and after some more probing on the wound with the scalpel, Guru-ji was able to bring out the other thorn and dressed the area. I felt much better and thanked Guru-ji.

But that Sanjeev seemed to be more pleased than me! I knew the reason. He was getting ample upskirt views of mine as I was sitting on the chair while Guru-ji was taking the thorn out of my sole. Even with my best efforts I probably could not resist him from getting to see my panty peek.

Guru-ji: Now you are okay Beti. Don’t worry much on that injury. It will heal up in a couple of days. I have done the needful.

Me: Thanks Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Did you do the Ashram Parikrama rituals properly?

Me: Ji Guru-ji. I offered flowers and prayers to the four Linga replicas and also sprinkled water as you directed.

Guru-ji: Good. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Guru-ji went back to his original place indicating me to sit on the asana.

Guru-ji: Now concentrate back and repeat the mantras that I say.

I sat on the asana on my knees and closed my eyes and concentrated on the core job, the Maha-yagya. Guru-ji was conversing the mantras very slowly and I had no problems repeating them.

Guru-ji: Now Anita, we will do the Chandrama Aradhana and follow that up with Doodh Sarovar snan (=bathing in a milk pond). Chrandrama, i.e. Moon is the Fertility God. Did you know that?

I signaled affirmatively.

Guru-ji: So this worship is extremely important and you need to follow what I say absolutely diligently. After the worship to attain the divine goal you will need to distil your body with milk. White stands for the symbol of purity, you must be knowing that.

Me: Yes, yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: In fact Anita, in a way this is a warm-up process to the ultimate Yoni Puja.

Me: O! I see.

Just then Meenakshi entered the room.

Guru-ji: Have you brought …

Meenakshi: Ji Guru-ji.

She interrupted him showing two round red flimsy papers in her hand. I felt extremely curious as I noticed that she was holding those round papers with forceps!

Guru-ji: Fine. Then we will proceed to the lawn and you bring her there quickly not wasting much time.

Saying that Guru-ji and Sanjeev left the room leaving myself in the room with Meenakshi.

Me: What are those Meenakshi?

Meenakshi: These are more tags for you Madam.

Me: More tags? What for?

Meenakshi: Madam, as you also heard, Guru-ji told not to waste time; if we are late he will scold me.

Me: No, no that’s okay, but you can talk while you…

Meenakshi: Right Madam. Will I do it here or you want to go the toilet?

Me: Meaning?

I was rather astonished by her suggestion of going to the toilet.

Meenakshi: Madam, as I had put tags previously on your body, two more are left, which I would fix now.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Me: But you already have put tags on my… I mean on my breasts and… I mean…

I was not that shameless to verbalize the word ‘pussy’ in the presence of another person, may it be a female.

Meenakshi: Right Madam, but these two are for your ass. You can see the size of the papers. These are much larger in comparison to the previous ones.

I was just dumb hearing that – Meenakshi is going to paste those two papers on my gaand, more precisely on my both ass cheeks!

Me: But… but why did you not put these after my bath?

Meenakshi: Madam, I told you every action has a reason and you will know it in time.

I was rather confused.

Me: But… But Meenakshi why are you holding that with that forceps?

Meenakshi smiled at me naughtily.

Me: What happened? Why are you smiling?

Meenakshi: You will know yourself as I stick that to your bottom.

She smiled again. I was still not getting why she was holding those two papers in forceps.

Meenakshi: Madam, if you can lift your skirt up would help as my once hand is engaged.

I turned my back to her and gently pulled up my skirt from behind. It was so awkward, but thank god I had to do that in front of a female.

Meenakshi: Fine Madam, go ahead.

Me: What else do I need to do? I have lifted my skirt naa?

Meenakshi: Your panty Madam.

Me: Oops! I completely forgot.

I just lost the fact that have to pull down my panty so that she could stick those papers on my ass cheeks. Realizing that I quickly pulled my panty down and exposed my gaand to her. Now the sensation had changed from awkward to sensuous. I was standing with my panty half way down my legs in the room and moreover, was holding up my skirt at my waist level. The door of the room was not even locked!

I could feel Meenakshi’s free hand feeling the smoothness and roundedness of my gorgeous buttocks.

Me: Hey what are you doing?

Frankly I already started having goosebump, as I felt her hand on my naked butt skin.

Meenakshi: Honestly Madam, you have such a lovely ass. Its so round, so fleshy, so tight. I wish… I wish I had been a male.

Me: Dhat!

She giggled and I flushed listening to her direct praising.

Me: Ouch!

I almost screeched out as I felt something very hot touching my butt skin. I turned back immediately. I almost lost my balance as I forgot my panty was half way down and clinging to my upper thighs.

Me: My goodness! What did you do?

Meenakshi: Nothing Madam. I just touched this paper to your bottom. I hope now you realize why I am using the forceps.

Me: But… but how could the paper be so hot?

Meenakshi: Its specially heated for your Chandrama Aradhana.

She paused just to take a breath.

Meenakshi: Okay Madam, let us do it in a different way Madam.

Me: How? But in any case the paper is scorching hot.

Meenakshi: Madam, pull up your panty and I will first press the paper on your ass cheek over your panty.

I felt that would definitely help me. I quickly pulled up my panty to cover my buttocks and used my both hands to stretch it over my faring butt skin. I could then feel Meenakshi pressing the paper on my gaand over my panty and the heat was of course tolerable. She kept the forceps on a tray and pressed the papers with her palms on my round buttocks. It was an unique experience I must admit.

Some seconds passed and I silently was taking the “umm” feeling on my gaand, which the warm papers were dissipating through my panty.

Meenakshi: Madam, now you can pull down your panty and I can put the papers within.

Honestly, this was the most awkward exercise I had ever done. In such a small span of time I had to pull up and down my panties multiple times. Hardly do I remember a case where I did such a naughty exercise. With my husband it has always been the downward journey for my panty, i.e. if it slides slightly off my gaand, no way it could go up, it only could land up to my knees.

Before Meenakshi stuck the round red-colored papers on my buttocks, she applied some fluid on my naked ass cheeks and the papers readily got fixed under my panty. I was literally feeling the heat on my ass now emitted by those red papers. I immediately dropped my lifted skirt to cover my huge gaand. The feeling was almost identical to as if a pair of warm male hands touching my naked ass flesh within my undergarment!

I adjusted my panty slightly over those papers stuck on my ass to feel comfortable and followed Meenakshi out of the room. She went to the courtyard of the ashram where Guru-ji, Sanjeev, and Uday were all waiting for us. I was now quite adjusted to exposing in front of these males. My miniskirt was providing my legs and thighs fully exposed to all and my square necked blouse was displaying generously my deep cleavage and oozing boob flesh.

Guru-ji greeted me with a smile stealing a glance of by skirt-covered ass. He must be pretty much aware that I had those roasted papers inside my panty.

Guru-ji: I hope you are not uncomfortable Anita?

I thought there was no need to ask that in front of everyone. I shyly nodded as all three males were staring at my curvy figure.

Guru-ji: Okay then. We will first proceed for Chandrama Aradhana and then follow it up with Doodh Sarovar Snan.

I was wondering where the ‘sarovar’ (=pond) was in the ashram!

I noticed Uday and Sanjeev bringing up a significantly large bathtub and placed it in the center of the courtyard and through a pipeline filled it with water. They adjusted the tub suitably so that there was clear reflection of the moon in the waters within. Though there was cloud in the sky at that moment the moon could be clearly seen.

Guru-ji: Anita, you are lucky that the moon can be clearly seen right now. It means probably the moon is also happy with your prayers!

He smiled at me and I also smiled back.

The moon’s reflection in the crystal clear water of the tub appeared marvelous.

Guru-ji: Anita, like you have seen previously this is also a medium-oriented worship. I will myself act as the medium for this very important prayer.

Me: Thanks Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Now fully focus on this worship and your only prayer to Chandrama should be to make you fertile. Nothing less, nothing more.

Guru-ji and myself both turned ourselves to the reflection of the moon and folded our arms for the prayer. There was absolute pin drop silence within the ashram, which was quite natural at that hour of the night.

I suddenly heard water splashing and looked up to see Guru-ji had stepped inside the tub.

Guru-ji: Step in Anita.

I noticed the edges of the tub were quite high and it would be rather difficult for me to get in. Guru-ji probably realized my problem.

Guru-ji: Uday, give her a hand.

Uday came near me and helped me get inside the tub by lifting me holding my waist. I somehow managed to get inside the tub giving a huge upskirt view to Guru-ji as he was standing within the tub.

Me: Aah!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I mumbled silently. The cold water in the tub gave such a soothing feeling to my naked legs. The water level within the tub was fortunately pretty low and it was not even reaching my knees.

Guru-ji: Anita, you stand here facing the moon like this.

Saying that Guru-ji adjusted my position and he was standing so close to me that my round protruding bottom was touching him time and again.

Guru-ji: Fold your arms in the form of prayer and verbalize what I say.

He was so close to me behind that I could feel Guru-ji’s breathing on my neck. For a woman, it is always very odd to have a male right behind your back, especially when your eyes are closed. Though it was a prayer and I knew I need to concentrate hard, but somehow my mind was getting diverted each time I was sensing Guru-ji’s warm breath on my neck and his folded hands very mildly brushing my blouse-covered back. I was stiff of course as I knew if I moved my gaand just a bit, it would surely hit Guru-ji’s pelvic area.

Frankly it was almost the same kind of situation as I experience while commuting in public vehicles. Most grownup women who have to travel in crowded bus during rush hours feel likewise. Invariably I would find a male to be standing at my back even though I am standing in front of the ladies seats. And taking the full advantage of the hustle and jostle of the crowd within the bus, that male would either feel my ass with his crotch or use his hand to touch and press my butts over my dress. My situation here definitely was not like that and I could not think even in my dream about Guru-ji being like that, but it was my honest first-hand feeling.

The prayer was a long one and slowly I was building my concentration over it.

Guru-ji: Jai Chandrama! Linga Maharaj!

He ended the prayer. He was still standing at my back. Uday and Sanjeev were standing at some distance to my left side.

Guru-ji: Offer waters to Chandrama Anita.

I nodded and tried to bend down to take water in my palm from within the tub and immediately I felt a hard rod poking my gaand and I straightened myself.

Me: Sorry Guru-ji.

As Guru-ji was right behind me, as I bent my full ass pushed into his dhoti-covered crotch and I clearly felt his hard lund on my gaand! I stepped forward and bent down to take water. I knew it would look very inviting to bend like that in front of a male who was just behind me, but there was no other option for me. Guru-ji must have got a grand view of my miniskirt-covered flaring ass. I quickly ascended and offered the waters to Chandrama.

Guru-ji: Do it thrice Beti.

So I had to again bend my round bottoms in front of Guru-ji and provided him with some awful upskirt views as well. Thankfully though it was a moonlit night, the illumination was not bright enough, otherwise surely as I bent my panty would have been clearly visible from where Guru-ji was standing. I somehow completed this exercise.

Guru-ji: Fine. Now that you have offered Ganges water to Chandrama you have authenticated your prayer.

Right then I noticed Sanjeev had lighted up some dry coconut shells with some chemicals on two pots and smoke started to fill up the whole place. The scent of the smoke was typical of the odor we get within a temple – a mixed bag type of smell.

Guru-ji: Okay Beti. Now stand facing me. I am your medium for this prayer. Come close.

I stepped forward within the waters in the tub near Guru-ji. My full rounded boobs were looking like searchlights on my figure in this moonlit atmosphere. He held me by my shoulders.

Guru-ji: Anita, now that you have prayed for fertility, you need to actually make your organs fertile by offering them to Chandrama.

Me: How Guru-ji?

Guru-ji: Yes, I will tell you. Chandrama’s power can only enter into a female organ via a medium through this Maha-yagya. I will help you attain that power.

Guru-ji raised his chin up towards the moon and with folded arms started a prayer in Sanskrit. I was unable to understand much from it. It ended within a couple of minutes.

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! This poor girl needs your help. Please bestow your choicest blessings on her. Please empower her sex organs so that she can taste motherhood. Jai Chandrama!

The whole ambiance was so spiritualist – the midnight timing, the moonlit mystic courtyard, cold waters kissing my legs in the tub, the thick coiling smoke, the unique scent of the smoke, Guru-ji’s colossal physical stature, and his spine chilling reverberating voice… I was getting spellbound.

Guru-ji: Since you have come to this stage successfully Anita, I don’t think you will feel shy attaining this power. Will you?

His voice was piercing the silence of the night and it was so commanding!

I nodded, but Guru-ji seemed not satisfied.

Guru-ji: Speak aloud Anita. You are not replying to me. You are actually replying to Chandrama.

I quickly folded my arms as if in prayer. Guru-ji repeated his question.

Guru-ji: Will you feel shy achieving this divine strength?

Me: No… I mean I will not feel shy.

Guru-ji: Good. Do you have the tags placed on your body?

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

I noticed Uday was putting in more dry coconut shells and chemicals into the pots making the smoke thicker.

Guru-ji: Where are the tags on your body?

My throat was getting dry. The tags were placed by Meenakshi on my intimate body parts and I was definitely hesitant now to tell that aloud in front of three grownup males. Guru-ji was getting impatient seeing my silence.

Guru-ji: Anita, don’t waste the time. The clouds might hide the moon again and then all our efforts would be a waste!

It was true that the sky had cleared up somewhat and we could see the moon continuously for sometime now not being covered up by any cloud. I tried to rebuild my confidence and leaving apart my shyness answered to that question.

Me: The tags… I mean… the tags are on my thighs, navel, and err… hips, and…

I swallowed my sputum and licked my lips to continue. It was somewhat easier for me to pronounce ‘thighs’, ‘navel’, and ‘hips, but to verbalize ‘breasts’ and ‘pussy’ in front of three males was a tough call for me.

Me: And on my breasts and pu… pussy.

Guru-ji: Right! Hey Chandrama! Look at this woman. She is grownup! She is fully matured! She is married! To get your blessing she has placed the consecrated tags on her sexual organs. Help her. Jai Chandrama!

Sanjeev and Uday repeated in chorus and Guru-ji seemed to be gaining in momentum in his voice.

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Your power is infinite. You have helped the infertile with your fertility sanctification. Empower her with your celestial energy. Jai Chandrama!

I was all along pretty much charged up by this whole act, but the next few words spoken by Guru-ji made me blush heavily and I never heard such sexually explicit words about myself from any male apart from my husband; that too when we were at a conjugal peak on our bed. Honestly, my husband does hardly speak such smutty terms even when at full peak during intercourse. But I was shocked to hear such language about me from a towering personality like Guru-ji!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Look at this poor girl and have mercy. She has everything, yet has a vacant lap. She has a loving husband, yet love is not getting bloomed.

Each time Guru-ji was addressing me as a ‘girl’ I was blushing. Surely by no means at this age and with such a developed figure, I could be called a ‘girl’ but probably to this Godman, we are all like his children!

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Restore the resurgence of sexual power in her body and help her attain completeness.

Guru-ji lowered his voice suddenly.

Guru-ji: Anita, keep your hands by your sides, hold up your chin, and take deep breaths.

I followed his instruction in toto.

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! She has the desire. She has the will power. She just needs the little help to borne the fruit in her womb. Her key to happiness is in your hand. Through your sacred light bless her Chandrama! Bless her.

Though apparently it seemed ridiculous praying to the moon, but the setting was such I also started believing that the moon’s sacred light will enlighten my sexual power!

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Look at her boobs – they are so bubbly, firm, and attractive!

Guru-ji directly pointed his finger to my boobs! I simply could not react.

Guru-ji: Look at her navel – it is so deep that any male can hide his tongue in that! Hey Chandrama! Look at her thighs – they are so well developed that even Rambha would feel reserved, and her bottoms – any male would be provoked to call it gaand! Hey Chandrama! How can you be so cruel to have deprived her of motherhood who has such an attractive jawani?

My ears were already red and I started to breathe faster listening to such lewd things being spoken off so very openly and directly in front of me!

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Pierce your power through her tags and make her sexually potent. Give her unlimited sexual craving! Make her organs active and fertile superlatively. Jai Chandrama!

Uday and Sanjeev echoed in chorus and I thought that this would end now, but I was wrong! Guru-ji now went further to my body detail making me perspire in shame.

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Rip through the tags on her boobs and make her nipples supersensitive! Hey Chandrama! Rip through the tag on her pussy and make it full with fertile honey! Hey Chandrama! Rip through the tags on her gaand and make them more round and fleshy. Hey Chandrama! Make her a sex goddess.

The intensity with which Guru-ji was praying right now and waving his hands up towards the sky I was feeling somewhat frightened. His tall structure, voice clarity, moonlit night, and the mystic smoke all around were certainly adding up to it.

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Now bless her with your power. Bless her.

There was a momentary pause and all was so quiet. Guru-ji went out of the tub.

Guru-ji: Anita, now you will actually gain the power from Chandrama! Listen very carefully what you have to do.

I somehow managed to utter “Ji Guru-ji” with my eyes lowered down in natural womanly shame after hearing such things so loud and clear.

Guru-ji: You first wait till the waters in the tub come to a standstill so that you can clearly see Chandrama’s reflection in it. Then get direct moonlight for 10 seconds on each of the places where you have the tags on your body. First you will press your organ with your hand for 10 seconds and then release it to empower it with Chandrama’s influence for the next 10 seconds. And throughout the process only chant “Jai Chandrama” loudly and clearly. Okay?

I was a bit confused and stammered to ask the silliest question.

Me: But Guru-ji, to get… I mean direct light… err… I have to open… I mean…

Guru-ji: Anita, what needs to be done, needs to be done. Yes, of course to get the direct moonlight on your body you have to open your choli if needed. Which is more important to you? Tell me clearly.

He almost howled and I got pretty much afraid.

Me: No, no Guru-ji. I did not mean that.

Guru-ji: Then what?

Me: It’s okay Guru-ji. I am doing it.

I said meekly accepting that I would open my choli in front of three males, not to mention about my skirt!

Guru-ji: That’s better. Here you are obliging the Fertility God and not doing any striptease that you will feel ashamed.

I was stunned to hear such things from Guru-ji and felt so very ashamed especially in the presence Uday and Sanjeev. I was already half striped in this micromini dress in front of these male eyes and now probably I have to do a full striptease!

Guru-ji’s tone had changed dramatically and it was so commanding that I was having a faster heartbeat.

The water in the tub had subsided and was quite still now. The full moon was also clearly visible in the water.

Me: Guru-ji, shall I proceed?

Guru-ji stepped forward just to check whether the water in the tub was absolutely still or not and being satisfied gave me the nod.

Guru-ji: Do not open the tags. Chandrama’s power will pierce through those holy strips of papers.

Me: Okay.

Guru-ji: I will instruct you and you need to just obey that, but remember not stop your chant.

I nodded and noticed Sanjeev and Uday were standing pretty close, which means they would have a very clear view of my stripping act. I turned my focus towards Sanjeev and he was undoubtedly giving impatient looks, as he knew a plump woman like me would open her choli in front of him in a minute!

I started to chant “Jai Chandrama!” in a continuos manner.

Guru-ji: Anita, start with your navel. That’s the equilibrium point of your body. First press your navel tag with your right hand index finger.

I obeyed him -ji and listening to Guru-ji’s call again released my finger after 10 seconds.

Guru-ji: Now your thigh tags. Do the same thing with both your hands.

I stopped a little to do that and my boobs almost jumped out of my short choli making my deep cleavage prominently visible to all the males. My heart was racing fast as I knew the next tag has to be either my nipple tag, or my pussy tag, or my ass tags.

Guru-ji: Fine. Anita, now the tags on your buttocks. You don’t have to pull down your panty. You just raise your skirt with one hand so that your gaand gets the full moonlight.

I was of course very hesitant to pull up my skirt in front of three grownup males, but by that time convinced my mind that I had to do that shameless act. I consoled my mind by saying to my mind that my family members or my hubby would never know anything about this and I am doing this to please the God abiding by the norms.

Guru-ji: Anita, don’t waste time. Lift up your skit and show Chandrama your lovely gaand.

I closed my eyes and with my right hand gathered my skirt, pulled it up till my waist, and I could as if feel the three males looking up my bottoms! The panty I was wearing was by no means enough to protect any dignity of my large fleshy ass. In fact, a panty never covers the buttocks of a matured woman properly, but we women do not care about it because a sari, salwar-kamiz, or a skirt covers us amply. But here the situation was so very different. I did not even get a chance to at least stretch my panty on my ass cheeks before it was exposed to these males. I pressed the paper tag under my panty with my left hand for 10 seconds and then released it and stood like a statue in shame for another 10 seconds.

The short time frame was the only reassuring factor for me I thought.

Guru-ji: Okay, now change your hand and repeat the same process.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was continuously chanting loudly, which actually made me feel more embarrassed.

I repeated the same process exchanging my hands. What a scene I thought for those males to watch! A housewife of around 30 standing in front of them lifting her skirt to her waist and showing them her panty-covered ass. My nipples were already so hard and piercing my bra fabric. I could not open my eyes for a moment even in utter humiliation. I remembered in college in higher classes we had a PT teacher who was a pervert and used to make girls pull up their skirts giving lame reasoning and I also could not avoid being victimized by him once or twice. But then it was college and I was a teenager. But here what I was doing was no less that a striptease!

Thankfully it was over and I pulled down my skirt over my panty-covered big buns, only to get ready to unbutton my choli!

Guru-ji: Good job Anita. Now your nipple tags. You don’t have to pull the choli off your body, just open the buttons.

I opened my eyes once and looked so very timidly towards Guru-ji and others. From within the tub and even in that smoky environment, I did not miss to notice the huge erection of Guru-ji under his dhoti, which appeared like a tent now. Sanjeev almost gave me a shock as I noticed him scratching and pressing his penis over his dhoti very openly. Uday seemed relatively calm!

I tried to concentrate on the mantra and started unbuttoning my choli. As I opened the last button, my bra-covered heavy boobs along with a massive cleavage were on display to my male audience. In that moonlit setting and smoky ambiance I could well realize I was in reality looking like a sex goddess! As I looked from the corner of my eyes there was definitely a ‘wow’ appreciation in Sanjeev’s eyes, Guru-ji though was an exception.

Guru-ji: Anita, now feel and locate the tags under your bra and press them with your index fingers of both hands.

There was nothing to locate actually because my nipples already had risen their heads under my brassiere and their impressions were quite clear on my bra fabric. I crossed my hands and pressed my nipples as the tags were placed on them.

Guru-ji: Now allow Chandrama to give celestial power to your boobs so that they remain tight and firm in the days to come such that your husband can extract maximum pleasure out of them. And let your nipples be blessed with supersensitiveness and rosiness so that whenever your husband touches you, even if its just holding the hand, your nipples grow up to their full resilient structure. Jai Chandrama!

Standing with my choli buttons open in front of three males was making me perspire already and now listening to such very direct sexy comments, I was getting seriously (s)excited.

Guru-ji: Great! Now the last and the most crucial one Anita.

I was getting short of breath constantly uttering the mantra, but as per Guru-ji’s instruction I did not stop.

Guru-ji: First button your choli and then proceed.

As I was quickly buttoning my choli, Guru-ji ordered further.

Guru-ji: Now like you did previously raise your skirt and do the same thing. Mind you, keep your index finger just on your hole, the tag is just to the left side of your slit I suppose.

I was dying in shame hearing this instruction, but knew that I had to do it. I raised my skirt and all the three males standing my side got a clear frontal view of my panty and I kept my finger on my honey hot. I had closed my eyes and clenched my teeth – it was so, so humiliating and disgraceful. For the first time in my life I realized that even ten seconds is a l-o-n-g time!

Guru-ji: Its done Anita. You can pull down your skirt.

Before Guru-ji could even complete, I quickly took my hand off my pussy and dropped my skirt to cover my panty. I was almost dyspneic having continuously chanting the mantra and was virtually trembling in shame and excitement as a result of this Chandrama Aradhana. Guru-ji seemed to be summing up the whole episode.

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! I believe that you are happy with her worship and would liven up her sex organs adequately so that they harvest fertility. Let her boobs, navel, pussy, gaand, and thighs become the epitome of sexuality and they help drive her full steam during copulating. Jai Chandrama!

We all echoed “Jai Chandrama!”

By this time the smoke was clearing out as Uday and Sanjeev were not putting in further dry coconut shells or chemicals and at last getting some opportunity I swiftly adjusted my bra and choli as well as stretched my skirt to feel somewhat decent.

Guru-ji: Anita, since you have done a well-mannered prayer, I believe you will not be deprived of the celestial powers of Chandrama.

He smiled at me and I felt much assured that I had carried out this part of the Maha-yagya properly though it was rather shameful for any matured woman to execute in front of males.

Guru-ji: Now we will proceed to the Doodh Sarovar snan, which is basically a sterilization process of the body and soul. The color white as you know is the symbol of purity and there is no better alternative than milk for attaining cleanliness. Are you getting me?

Me: Yes, yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Till such time Sanjeev and Uday make the arrangements let us take a walk.

Saying that Guru-ji started walking down the courtyard while Sanjeev and Uday went off within the ashram. I had to follow Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Anita, it seems you are still in some sort of tension with the result of the Maha-yagya. Am I right?

Me: True Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: But why? If I am with you, Linga Maharaj blesses you, why should you worry? Remember to attain true sexual pleasure whereby you can attain a healthy pregnancy, the mind has to be absolutely free and not burdened by any thought.

Me: I know Guru-ji. All the doctors I visited, they all stress very much on this point.

Guru-ji: So, you see? Don’t be anxious and leave everything on me.

We now have walked down the courtyard and almost reached the ashram gate. My mind was constantly skeptical about where the ‘sarovar’ was for the Doodh Sarovar snan and will I have to take bath in front of everyone!

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

I paused a little.

Me: Guru-ji, I mean I was wondering about the ‘sarovar’. I have not noticed a pond or something of that sort within the ashram.

Guru-ji laughed mildly listening to my question.

Guru-ji: Anita, your observation is correct. There is no such sarovar within my ashram. But do not take things on the literal implication. Yes, initially when the term was coined for this Maha-yagya there has to be a pond filled with milk, which is quite impractical today.

Me: Right Guru-ji.

Guru-ji suddenly changed the topic and asked such a question that left me almost speechless!

Guru-ji: By the way, I think Master-ji faltered on your brassiere fitting. Your boobs are jiggling so much while you are walking! This should not happen.

He was looking directly at my boobs and I felt so ashamed that I could not even utter a word and looked down at the grass on ground.

Guru-ji: Anita, there is nothing to be ashamed of! If Master-ji has done a mistake you should have told him.

Me: Y… ye… yes. Err…

Guru-ji: I can see your breasts are heavy and would naturally joggle more than average women, he should have been more careful.

I knew I needed to reply something and I tried to gather the courage to do that. Guru-ji had stopped walking and so did I and we were conversing standing at the ashram gate. I noticed he adjusted his dhoti and I was shocked to see he openly stroked his lund.

Me: I mean… Guru-ji, I think… err. since I am not wearing a sari, it is happening.

Guru-ji: No, no. If your brassiere is not tight enough, this would happen invariably. It must fit properly and tightly on them.

Saying that he just made his palms look like two cups indicating how my bra would fit on my boobs! It was so very embarrassing that I clenched my lower lip with my teeth.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Guru-ji: By all means you should know it better than me Anita. Yes, if you were wearing the sari, this would not have been so prominent, but the fact remains that….

Me: Guru-ji, I err… I will talk to Master-ji about it.

I had to mark an end to this humiliating conversation.

Guru-ji: Okay, getting back to where we were Anita, Doodh Sarovar snan need not be executed in a pond full of milk. What we will do, we will create an artificial setting where the disciple can do the bathing and purify her body for the Yoni Puja.

Me: O! I see.

Guru-ji: I think they should be ready by now. Lets get back.

As we walked back I started taking small steps, as now I was so very conscious about the undulating movement of my big boobs within my choli.

When I reached the old spot in the courtyard I noticed the bathtub was there, but with new attachments! Uday and Sanjeev were also present. The tub was empty and now had transparent light blue sidewalls all round almost 5-6 feet high and there was a pipeline going out from the bathtub into a big drum fitted with a small motor. Though I was not an expert in these but could well realize that milk from the drum would go into the tub where I would take the bath. There was another pipeline and drum, but the connection of the pipe was unplugged. My heart started to beat faster thinking of my drenched condition in this mini dress!

Guru-ji: Bah! Good. So Anita, the setting is ready. As you can see, the purification process will undergo within the covered tub and milk will continuously flow into it from that drum.

Me: Okay Guru-ji. But if this dress is wet…

Guru-ji: Your spare Maha-yagya paridhan is with Sanjeev. So, don’t worry on that. And you see the other drum that holds water, which would clean up the stickiness of milk from your body after your Doodh Sarovar snan.

I turned towards Sanjeev and saw that he was standing with one packet, which assumably holds my choli, miniskirt, and undergarments. Uday was standing with a towel. So all was set for my milky bathing!

Guru-ji: As you have observed in all steps of the Maha-yagya, here also you will get purified through my medium. Jai Linga Maharaj! Jai Linga Maharaj!

Saying that Guru-ji readily stepped inside the empty tub through one of the side attachments, which was open. I also followed his footsteps. The entry step was a bit too high and Uday came forward to give me hand so that I could climb that. I could clearly feel Uday’s hand cupping my firm ass over my skirt as he pushed me up to reach the step when Guru-ji’s warm hand pulled me inside the tub. Then Uday closed and locked the last side attachment with myself and Guru-ji standing within the tub, covered on all sides till 4-5 feet, and the top was of course open. The moon was beaming through the light blue sidewalls making the backdrop very appealing.

Guru-ji: First I will do a prayer to Linga Maharaj. You will repeat what I chant. Okay?

He was facing me with his hands folded and started the prayer. Though I was following the mantra aloud, my mind was getting nomadic in this unfamiliar setting. The ambiance was such that honestly I felt like standing in the shower as if with my hubby. The bathtub though empty, Guru-ji standing in front of me, and with the walls surrounding me aided for my senses to prevail additionally. Though such happenings have vanished from my life presently, but definitely during my initial marriage days when we used to go out for a vacation, my hubby did force me to have bath with him occasionally. Not always was I that shameless to take bath with my hubby in complete naked state, but I did succumbed a few times. Those memories certainly are very vivid and enjoyable for me.

Rest of the times it ended in some long kisses and hugs within the closed walls of the attached bath. Yes, Rajesh always was very eager to strip me of my sari or salwar-kamiz whatever I was wearing, but myself being rather conservative resisted firmly and the end result was myself getting partially disrobed only.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Uday, start pouring in the milk. It will take some time to fill in.

I was shaken up by Guru-ji’s words and felt lukewarm milk covering the floor of the bathtub. Milk was gushing in through the pipeline into the bathtub, but since the hole was small it would understandably take some time to fill in. But most importantly, the whole process was really giving me the feel that I was standing on the bank of a pond with ripples of water kissing my feet!

Guru-ji: Anita, hold my hand, otherwise you might be off balance, as the flow is fairly swift.

Just as Guru-ji held my hand in the setting of warm milk covering my feet and the ripples formed within the bathtub mildly hitting my legs, I instantly harked back to my visit to the Waltair seaside an year ago. Though the initial feeling in my mind entering this tub was standing by the pond probably because of the term ‘Doodh Sarovar snan’, but now as if the exact clue sparked in my mind. I at once recalled our Waltair trip where alongside me and my husband, Manohar Uncle, Sunita Bhabie, and Ritesh accompanied us. There also warm seawater was slowly kissing our feet, which is very much similar to the warm milk here; I was holding Ritesh’s hand there and here also Guru-ji is holding my hand; in both cases my husband was not present at the scene!

The awful coincidence was a very similar event that happened in Waltair actually ensued here in the next 15-20 minutes!

Flashback:
Since we stay in UP, there is hardly any chance to visit a seaside easily and so when Rajesh proposed this tour, I was very much excited. I had only visited a seaside in Maharastra– that too with my parents when I was very young. Ritesh was my hubby’s close pal and Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie were our neighbors. Before marriage Rajesh had toured a couple of places with them along with his parents. So the bonding was quite strong and as Ritesh used to visit our house occasionally I was also pretty comfortable. Ritesh was my husband’s age, around 32-33, bachelor. Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie was an elderly couple, their daughter was married only the previous year and lived in Delhi.

We were having a nice time from the onset of the journey. Manohar Uncle though nearing retirement was very active and agile and cracked jokes every now and then keeping everyone in a joyous mood. His physique was also very well maintained for his age. Photography was his hobby. There was some age difference between Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie as it used to be in the past and she was nearing her forties. Bhabie also was very cooperative and was like a friend to me. Like most housewife of that age, she had a plump body structure, but considering she had a 20-year old daughter, she was not disproportionate or flabby. Unlike a woman of forty, she was also very energetic and cheerful like her husband. We formed a very good team.

It was a short trip of three days only and so we decided to do the sightseeing on the first day and spend the rest two days on the beach. Since Manohar Uncle was busy with his photography subjects, Rajesh, me, Sunita Bhabie and Ritesh were spending time together most of the time when we were out. Honestly I did not notice anything abnormal or any special inclination of Ritesh towards Sunita Bhabie or vice versa, but noticed it for the first time the day after.

It was a sunny day and sun was beating in full flow on the beach. It was hot day. Since I was going for the bath in the sea I selected a dark colored salwar-kamiz so that it does not reveal much when I would be wet. We were all going together to the beach walking on the hot sand. Manohar Uncle and Rajesh both were wearing swimming trunks while Ritesh was wearing a bermuda. I was wearing a red kamiz with white pajamas while Sunita Bhabie was wearing a light blue cotton printed sari with matching blouse.

Manohar Uncle: Sunita you should have borrowed and wear a salwar-kamiz from Anita. That’s much more comfortable rather than the sari.

Me: Yes Uncle, even I told Bhabie before coming out.

Sunita Bhabie: I am okay in the sari baba!

Manohar Uncle: Okay, as you wish. I just told you.

Ritesh: Uncle I am coming in minute. My cigarette stock is finished!

Ritesh went back and we came almost there where waters were coming and receding on the shore. The Waltair beach was rocky and definitely not a very suitable place to take bath. Sunita Bhabie, though was very energetic initially, seemed to be rather frightful from the waves. She recoiled to her shell more than me. She was holding Manohar Uncle’s arm very firmly and was very unwilling to go any deep. Rajesh was holding my hand and we were taking a few steps forward.

Sunita Bhabie: Anita, be careful. The sea seems to be rough today. Hold Rajesh’s hand properly

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She was giving me all sorts of advices and though I was also not very courageous, but being with my hubby we went a few steps ahead. Water here was almost till my knees and since I was getting off balanced time and again with the waves hitting me, Rajesh held me by my waist.

Me: Hey! Bhabie and Uncle are there. What are you doing?

Rajesh: They will shift their eyes if they see us like this or else Manohar Uncle will follow suit. Ha ha hah…

We laughed and I was having a real good time in Rajesh’s arms. But soon my hubby seemed restless and was tempted by the roaring sea and was eager to go deep. I soon found Manohar Uncle also keen to show us how deep he could go. They both were good swimmers and had previous experience of going deep into the sea. Ritesh seemed not that adventurous and was happy to stay on the shore. In spite of me and Bhabie advocating our husbands not to go deep, they were pretty inclined to enjoy the sea.

Sunita Bhabie: Okay then, lets fix a time that after that you will be back and we will enjoy together. Mind you we both would be in tension till you…

Manohar Uncle: Okay baba! We will be back within 20 minutes. Happy? Rajesh what do you say?

Rajesh: Sure uncle. You people would never realize what fun can be had if you go to that place!

Saying that he pointed to the area beyond where waters were breaking on the beach with steamy white foams.

Me: Rajesh, please take care and don’t be too adventurous.

Rajesh: Okay jaan.

I kept watching as Rajesh was going deep into the sea climbing the waves and using his swimming skills. Manohar Uncle was also equal to the task even at his age!

Sunita Bhabie: Anita, lets get back a few steps. The force seemed to have increased.

It was true that the current in the seawater had increased somewhat.

Ritesh: Bhabie, its tide time, hence you feeling the current.

Me: Ritesh then should we get back a few steps?

Ritesh: Yes, yes. But just wait till this wave recedes.

The water went back and we both hurried back a few steps.

Ritesh: Bhabie, you stay in the middle. You will feel secure.

As we got back, Ritesh made Sunita Bhabie stay in between us, I was holding her right hand and Ritesh was holding her left hand. Probably from this point I noticed that Ritesh was getting a bit too caring for her and trying to get close to her ‘physically’ and very surprisingly Bhabie also allowed him a free entry!

The sea was getting rough and the waves were of unequal heights. In spite of us getting a few steps back, one or two waves were high enough to drench us almost till our waist. And I could already feel my pajama slipping down off my waist an inch or two under my kamiz, as it was getting heavier due to soaking water. I was time and again trying to loosen my kamiz over my large buttocks, as it was getting stuck being wet. And that way surely I would look rather vulgar as my ass crack would visible over my wet salwar-kamiz. Fortunately, the beach was very sparsely populated today and except for a few bathing at a distance we were not being watched by anyone.

Bhabie naturally was facing more problems than me as she was wearing the sari. Her condition was pretty worse, but unexpectedly she was fairly oblivious, and was more keen to scream like a teenage girl when a wave was approaching us. Like myself her lower half of the body was also completely soaked and her sari had tangled up revealing her white petticoat. Moreover, her pallu was getting disoriented over and over again due to the stiff breeze and her blouse-covered big firm breasts kept peeping out.

Ritesh: Look out!

There was a loud scream from Ritesh and before I could react properly a big wave pushed us back a few feet and I could realize my panty got wet for the first time now. Sunita Bhabie almost lopsided due to the force of the wave, but fortunately since myself and Ritesh were holding her hands, she did not fall in the water, but she was now all wet and honestly she looked horribly indecent especially being in a public place. She was wet till her shoulders, her pallu was out of place, her wet heavy sari slipped down her waist exposing her petticoat knot, and her completely soaked blouse looked awfully flimsy. On top of this she was laughing away and more or less clinging to Ritesh though was also holding my hand.

Me: Bhabie, you better recompose yourself once. Your sari is…

Ritesh: Why Anita? Who is watching us? Lets enjoy. Hey another biggie is coming, take a few strides forward. Yahooooooooo…

Sunita Bhabie: R-i-t-e-s-h… No, no…

Bhabie could not complete her words the way Ritesh snatched her forward and a big wave immediately subsided us well over our waist. I lost my grip on Bhabie’s hand and almost fell down in the water, but somehow managed to maintain my balance. But what I saw in the next 30 seconds or so in front of me was purely unbelievable to me!

As I lost Bhabie’s hand, I saw Bhabie being pulled forward by Ritesh a couple of steps, but the force of the ensuing wave made them both off balance and they clung to each other as they floated for some moments among effervescent white foam. I saw Ritesh was hugging Sunita Bhabie very closely and she was also latching on to him. After the initial jolt as the wave receded I was amazed to see Ritesh was still embracing her very closely and she was shamelessly enjoying that! I could clearly see Ritesh’s face near her shoulder and Bhabie’s boobs remained tightly pressed on his chest. And as Ritesh reluctantly released her from his arms, Sunita Bhabie looked appalling - her sari was totally disoriented, her white brassiere inside her wet flimsy blouse was completely visible, and her petticoat being fully wet slipped down so much from her waist that her red panty was peeping out! Ritesh was helping her gather the sari as I advanced towards them and of course he was enjoying Bhabie’s exposed beauty from such close proximity.

Anita: Bhabie are you okay? That came real fast!

Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I would have sunk had Ritesh not been there today. I was floating you know!

I helped her to wrap the sari and put the pallu in place. Bhabie’s full figure could clearly be made out as the sari was so wet was almost nonexistent.

Ritesh: But Bhabie tell frankly are you getting fun or not?

Sunita Bhabie: Oh! Surely. I am enjoying after such a long time!

I said in my mind – why not? At your age of forty, you are getting the hugs and touches of a matured robust bachelor like Ritesh, why would you not enjoy! I tried to look for Rajesh, but he was not visible, as both he and Manohar Uncle went far off amidst the sea. Ritesh seemed rather confident after that hug and this time when we prepared for succeeding waves, he casually encircled Bhabie’s waist with his right hand! Bhabie’s big boobs looked so prominent through her wet semi-transparent sari and I was quite surprised to see how firmly they stood within her bra at her age! Of course, Ritesh was time and again eyeing them as we continued playing with the waves.

Ritesh: Hey Anita, lets sit on the beach and enjoy the waters now. You will surely find fun in it and of course it’s more relaxing.

Me: Okay Ritesh. Bhabie what do you say?

Sunita Bhabie: No issues, but we cannot sit here in water, we need to get back there.

Saying that she pointed to our back from where the waves were receding. We walked to the backside on the shore and selected a suitable place to sit and enjoy the sunshine as well as the saline water. The waves were coming and receding on the sands relentlessly.

Ritesh: Bhabie, let me sit at your backside so that I can cover you both if there is a bigger wave.

Sunita Bhabie: You better protect us properly else our hubbies would not spare you!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

We were all laughing as we sat on the sands. It was good fun to have waves on our laps – the froth, the sand-mixed saline water with the approaching and retreating effects were making things very enjoyable. Each time a wave surrounded us, we were getting slightly backwards in our sitting position over the sand and when the water retreated, it seemed the wave was taking us forward along with it! So, all in all we were having a real good time on the beach.

Just then a family arrived and stood almost adjacent to us; two girls and their parents. The elder girl looked quite attractive especially with her skintight jeans and top. Her round boobs were appearing very prominent through her body-hugging top. Immediately Bhabie and me started teasing Ritesh in a soft voice. I did note that Ritesh had shifted significantly from me to a position almost behind Bhabie and had stretched his legs in the form of a “V” from his sitting posture. Initially I did not got his plan, but soon was clear as a comparatively bigger wave broke in front of us.

Sunita Bhabie shrieked as usual and I also gulped some salty water in the process, as the wave was pretty forceful. Though I quickly recovered but what I saw in front of my eyes was an unbelievable sight! The force of the wave had pulled Bhabie backwards and as Ritesh had positioned him with his stretched legs just at her back, she landed perfectly in his “V”. Ritesh promptly grabbed her and I clearly saw Ritesh was cupping her big wet boobs over her blouse with both hands. If it were only a boob grabbing sequence I would still have digested the sequence, but Sunita Bhabie was in a complete mess!

She probably was caught totally unaware by the flash wave and was entirely off balanced. Her hands and legs were in the air and she was pushed backward and landed in Ritesh’s lap who must have been more than obliged! The current of the wave pulled her sari up to her waist almost and her very plump and fair legs were entirely exposed. From my position I could even see her red panty! Bhabie was almost half floating in water and Ritesh was trying to assist her in the most erotic way by grabbing her boobs from below her armpits. She was screaming as usual and just then the water started moving back and Bhabie again lost balance and this time Ritesh also lost some grip over Bhabie. The wave started pulling Bhabie towards the sea and she started screaming at the top of her voice.

Ritesh was smart enough to get control over the situation and quickly held Bhabie very firmly by her hands so that she could not slip away. I noticed he had great strength and dragged Sunita Bhabie’s 40-year-old plump figure towards his body as the sandy waters drew away. As the episode was over I thought Bhabie should immediately recompose herself, as she was too much exposed to be in like this in a public place. I noticed that the father of the two girls bathing nearby was having an eyeful on Bhabie’s exposed thighs and legs, as her sari was still rolled up near her waist and luckily now her panty was not visible though it was very evident just a few moments ago. Frankly, I did not want to interrupt, as I wanted to see how far Ritesh would go!

God seemed to be rather kind to Ritesh as the very next moment there was another wave. This one was normal and it just filled our laps with sandy water. Even if Bhabie had thought to recompose herself and separate her from Ritesh, especially as she was aware that I was watching her from very close quarters, the wave did not give her that opportunity. The water helped her to push more into Ritesh’s body and this time it was a very apparent hug from Ritesh and she ended up sitting on his lap with waters surrounding them. I noted Bhabie’s eyes were closed – I could not comprehend why:
-in shame as I was present?
-in exhaustion fighting the waves?
-in the loving touches of Ritesh?

Now what Ritesh did was absolutely unexpected. He winked at me with Sunita Bhabie in his lap, his arms surrounding her matured breasts! I was so very astonished! He wanted to indicate me that he was taking advantage of this elderly lady physically and I should comply with it! Just then Bhabie probably realized that she was going a bit too far and opened her eyes, immediately separated herself from Ritesh’s close hug, and tried her best to save the situation by trying to explain me how the wave had almost carried her away. She immediately pulled her sari down and covered her thighs and legs properly. She adjusted her pallu to the right place, as more than half of her ripe mature boobs were visible over her wet blouse. She stood up and struggled to look decent. Ritesh also warned her in his own way.

Ritesh: Anita, the time is up. Isn’t it? They should come back now. Can you see them?

I did not reply to that as Bhabie herself looked at the sea to find his husband was coming or not. I was bewildered by the shamelessness of her and this sudden affinity towards Ritesh! As Bhabie was standing just in front of me, her huge round gaand was very prominent through her wet sari; even her ass crack was so evidently noticeable! Her panty-line also was so very clear on her ass! I noticed the father of those two girls was peeping frequently at Sunita Bhabie avoiding his wife’s eyes. Bhabie was desperately trying to hide her ample and fleshy figure in her wet clothes.

Rajesh and Manohar Uncle came back after some minutes and then mainly due to Sunita Bhabie’s unwillingness to bathe any more, we all went back to our hotel. I could not forget what I saw between Bhabie and Ritesh on the beach and out of feminine curiosity was watching them if I could find out more of the unthinkable relation that had suddenly developed. Ritesh and Sunita Bhabie were most normal when in group and frankly I was rather frustrated not seeing them segregated or suddenly catching them off guard. But little did I know that my wish would be fulfilled the day after!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

We were all gossiping at the sea beach in the evening enjoying the cool breeze from the sea mixed with water particles.

Sunita Bhabie: Today it was rather hot when we came for bathing, lets come earlier tomorrow.

Me: Why so early Bhabie? I want to sleep a little longer.

Manohar Uncle: I agree with Anita though in any case I have to go to the market once in the morning. I will go to the sea at noon. Rajesh?

Rajesh: Yes uncle. Will accompany you. Ritesh, my brother, please take them for a bath if they wish.

Ritesh: I will not awake before noon tomorrow. Ha ha haa…

Rajesh: O yes! You have that jumbo bottle to finish up! Ha ha haa…

Sunita Bhabie: Oh! Anita! See the shine on their faces!

Me: Huh! Can’t you all enjoy without that?

Rajesh: Jaan, just a little as you know. We are on a vacation yaar!

Me: W-h-y? Lets chat and sing till late night and then we all can participate!

Manohar Uncle: Please Anita. You know that none of us are drunkards. And who says you cannot participate? You and your Bhabie will also sip a little? Why have different outputs when we all are in the same boat?

Rajesh: Right uncle. We will have good fun. Ritesh will sing songs. A-h-a…

Me: Huh!

Sunita Bhabie: Okay, we will not spoil your enjoyment. But mind you, consume within your limits.

Ritesh: Done Bhabie, done. What do you say Rajesh?

Rajesh: Absolutely!

We chatted for some more time and then went to the hotel. Ultimately it was decided that since Manohar Uncle and my husband would go to the market in the morning; Bhabie and me would go on our own and if Ritesh gets up early, he will accompany us. In the noon when everybody would be available, we will have a bath together.

Manohar Uncle was the main lead in arranging the drinks table. There were vodka with lime cordial and whiskey with soda. Bhabie and me consumed vodka and the males took whiskey. We were chatting, laughing, and Ritesh who had a nice voice was singing old songs. On the whole it was a rather enjoyable late evening party. Naturally I had never ever consumed alcohol before marriage and it was fully due to my hubby’s persuasion and request that I agreed to sip. And today was hardly the third or fourth time I was drinking alcohol.

I remembered the first time I gulped alcohol was in our own residence when my mother-in-law and father-in-law were away to their native village and Rajesh and me were alone in the house. Once I was able to clear the initial inhibition about alcohol, frankly with such tasty accessories like grilled chicken, cashew nuts, and vinegar soaked onion, it didn’t taste that bad! Of course, the odor was repulsive. We had the drinks in the comforts of our bedroom watching an English porn CD, which Rajesh had brought. Unlike the few porn CDs that I had watched courtesy my husband, this was a slightly better one. The heroine fortunately was not in a hurry to get naked and be on bed. Rajesh and I had a good time together sipping the drink and watching the sex scenes on bed and ultimately most expectedly before the movie could end my husband started fucking me!

Rajesh was in a feverish mood and that day I really liked my intoxicated husband the way he forcefully was hugging and cuddling me, speaking vulgar things, and was trying to force his hard erect lund into my pussy and slipping time and again. I was also having a nice tipsy feeling and being completely nude on my soft bed in his arms was a heavenly feeling. I do not remember many days I had intercourse with lights on in the room – that day in our intoxicated hex we forgot to switch off the lights!

Sunita Bhabie and I had completed our first round of drinks and we thought to go to the room balcony. Bhabie stumbled while passing by the cupboard and I could well realize the vodka had started taking its toll on her. I was also feeling tipsy already! When we were alone on the balcony, Bhabie suddenly held my hands and her eyes were watery. I was somewhat bowled over by this development.

Me: Bhabie, what happened? What’s the matter?

Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I know you must be thinking poorly about me!

Me: About you? But why Bhabie?

Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I am so frustrated…

She started sobbing. I looked around to check if anyone was coming, but noted that the males were busy with their drinks and chatting. I put my hand on Bhabie’s back and tried to soothe her.

Sunita Bhabie: Tell me honestly, you did not mind anything in the morning while bathing in the sea?

Me: No err… actually I mean its okay Bhabie. The wave came so suddenly…

Sunita Bhabie: Anita, you don’t need to camouflage things. I know what happened and what you saw.

Me: Bhabie, it was very apparent actually.

Sunita Bhabie: I know you must be thinking that at this age Bhabie is flirting with a bachelor! And that too being the mother of a daughter who just recently got married! Shame on me! Isn’t it Anita?

Me: I mean… err… I never meant anything like that.

Sunita Bhabie: Everything need not be spelt out Anita. But don’t think I am a … I am so upset and frustrated Anita…

Me: Bhabie, Bhabie. Don’t cry. Please tell me your problem and you will feel better. I might not be finding you a solution, but sharing will definitely help you Bhabie.

Her pallu was down and her deep cleavage was visible and I quickly wrapped the pallu at the proper place and made her sit on the chair in the balcony. I offered her the jug of water and she seemed to recompose quickly.

Me: Wait Bhabie, I will bring a drink for you.

I asked her to wait and was keen to know what was the issue of her frustration and how she got attracted to Ritesh with her huge age difference. I naturally got huge welcome words from Rajesh and Manohar Uncle as I took the drinks for us to the balcony.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

We both sat comfortably in the balcony and Bhabie started sharing her problem with me. I was pretty sure that it was the result of her intoxication as well as what I saw today on the beach while bathing. She must have been feeling guilty later on and now wanted to clear up her position. I also was not her friend that she would share her personal life to me. Bhabie was near about 15 years elder than me!

Sunita Bhabie: Anita, you know what menopause is?

Me: Hmm. Of course Bhabie.

Sunita Bhabie: Do you know the exact consequences of it when it happens?

Me: Not actually, but the menses would stop.

Sunita Bhabie: Yes that’s the bottom line, but there are so many associated symptoms…

Me: Are you at that juncture?

Sunita Bhabie: Yes Anita, though my periods have not stopped, but have become very irregular. Not only that I am having a lot of trouble as if there has been a change in my womanhood. Mentally and physically I am so disoriented for the last six months. And in fact, you know, I gave the nod for this trip to feel better only!

Me: But I think Uncle can form a good support for you in this stage.

Sunita Bhabie made such a face hearing Manohar Uncle’s name that I was rather surprised. They apparently seem to gel very well!

Sunita Bhabie: Okay, tell me Anita how do you see your uncle?

Me: Meaning?

Sunita Bhabie: I mean how do you rate him as a person?

Me: O! Absolutely great! Manohar Uncle is so energetic and joyful! The way he cracks jokes and makes us laugh every time… he is the symbol of life Bhabie. You must be very happy living with such a spirited person.

Bhabie sipped her vodka and replied me.

Sunita Bhabie: True. He is great. He is joyful. I am blessed to have such a person as my husband. Agreed. But is that all? Does he not have a responsibility to support my age and my necessities?

Me: I did not get you Bhabie.

Sunita Bhabie: I feel so ashamed to tell you all this… You are so young in comparison to me!

Me: Bhabie you still seem to have a barrier in your mind regarding me. You do not consider me…

Sunita Bhabie: No, no Anita. I adore you very much and that’s why I am sharing with you.

She again took a sip of vodka, but I was more keen in digging out Bhabie’s personal life. My drink remained untouched.

Sunita Bhabie: Actually as I am approaching menopause, instead of taking care of me, your Manohar Uncle had just turned his face away regarding this matter. As you can see we have an age difference between us and if I can understand his age, why can’t he be conscious of my needs?

Me: If he is aware that you understand his age, then he should also…

Bhabie snatched my words to reply. She seemed very dejected from the core of her heart.

Sunita Bhabie: Aware! I had not requested for anything physical this past one year, because I know he no longer has it in him. But does that mean he will not even touch me Anita? Does that mean he will ignore me physically?

Me: Certainly not!

I could well realize Bhabie was getting carried away by the intoxication of the vodka.

Sunita Bhabie: But your uncle has been doing exactly that for the past few months. Anita, I do not know what you are thinking about me, but believe me, I am not demanding… what should I say… I mean err… I am not demanding sex, but I want a little love and care in my menopausal state. That’s all.

Bhabie again started sobbing

Me: Hmm, why don’t you talk to uncle regarding this matter?

Sunita Bhabie: Talk? Do you think I did not try, but in his philosophy desiring these at this age is a crime! He will simply make a fun out of me if I show the urge to discuss on this topic with him. I know this man for 25 years Anita.

Me: I sympathize with you Bhabie. But…

Sunita Bhabie: Anita, forget about the inner bodily pains or the mental irritation due to this menopausal state, but the gross ones also needs his help. You know, my pussy itches so much at times, but strangely there is no secretion! It’s such a torrid state how would I explain you! My breasts and thighs seem to be so cramped at times that it feels like having a good massage to lessen my pain. But…

Me: But what Bhabie?

She paused a bit to gulp another part of her drink.

Sunita Bhabie: But your uncle. One night I requested him to massage my breasts as it was aching and tightening significantly. Forget about a massage, he did not even keep his palm on my breast! Another night I was having cramps in my thighs and hence had raised my nighty till my waist to apply an ointment to my inner thighs. He entered the room from toilet and seeing me in that posture slammed me saying what not…

Me: That’s sad Bhabie!

Sunita Bhabie: I do not believe this is the same man… And that’s not all Anita. How should I tell you? It’s so shameful.

Me: Finish your drink and tell me Bhabie.

She finished her glass bottoms up and shook her head. Now she was above the tipsy state I could realize from her eyes.

Sunita Bhabie: Your uncle has the habit of getting up early and does some reading in his study. That night I was having a terrible itching in my pussy and I had lifted my nighty and tried to coax me with my own finger and I did not know when I got asleep. When your uncle got out of the bed he must have noted that my nighty was pretty much disoriented, but he silently went to the study! Minutes later our servant Gajodhar came.

Me: Gajodhar meaning Gayathri’s husband?

Sunita Bhabie: Yes, yes. He is the husband of your maid. Actually Gayathri was on leave for some days and Gajodhar was doing her chores.

Me: O I see. Then?

Sunita Bhabie: Your uncle knew that it was not Gayathri. There were many a days that I was lying on bed when Gayathri had come to mop the floor. But when he knew that a male had come, he should have waked me up or at least straighten my nighty. Isn’t it?

Me: Surely.

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Sunita Bhabie: But your uncle remained dumb knowing that Gajodhar would mop the floor and I was sleeping on bed with my nighty…

Bhabie paused for a second bending down her head and then continued.

Sunita Bhabie: Anita, you know, not only that, your uncle also was aware that I was not even wearing a panty. Still can you imagine - he did not even bother to wake me up, but simply allowed that rascal Gajodhar to mop the floor of our bedroom!

I was eager to know what exactly Gayathri’s husband saw of Bhabie, but was unsure of how to put it. Bhabie herself made it easy as she narrated every detail in the charm of the vodka!

Sunita Bhabie: Your uncle ignored me like anything! What dignity was left of me in front of my servant? Just tell me Anita? Shame on me… I am sleeping in my bed with my nighty bunched up at my waist and that Gajodhar was mopping the floor and my beloved husband was sitting in his study! Huh!

Me: Did Gayathri’s husband…?

Sunita Bhabie: I am damn sure that bastard saw everything that day. We do not even use a mosquito net over our bed, so the view was crystal clear…

Me: What are you saying Bhabie! Did he see your… I mean err. choot also? I mean when you got up did you find him in the room?

Sunita Bhabie: What else I am telling then? Anita, when I got up I saw with my sleepy eyes that Gajodhar was mopping the floor and I remembered that Gayathri was on leave. Then realizing my exposed state, I immediately pulled down my nighty to cover me. But surely by that time he must have seen my uncovered hairy choot. As I got up I still looked horrible, as you can understand Anita, I was not wearing any undergarments. I quickly went inside the toilet to get cover, but the big smile on that bastard’s face told the story.

Me: Sounds very weird Bhabie! Why would Manohar Uncle behave like that?

Sunita Bhabie: I don’t know what sin I had committed. And believe me, when I went to him with the morning tea, your uncle was as normal as ever! He has been indifferent to me during those days and I suffered so much mentally. The physical pains and aches only complemented to it.

Me: Bhabie, shall I bring another drink?

Sunita Bhabie: Are we consuming too much?

Me: No, no Bhabie, we had two small there with them and one here in the balcony. If you feel otherwise, then…

Sunita Bhabie: No, no, on the contrary I am really enjoying the drink.

Me: Great Bhabie. Then I will proceed for another one.

I ascended from my chair and immediately felt a spin due to my intoxication, but managed myself and went to the room where my husband, Ritesh, and Manohar Uncle were having a gala time with hard drinks. They were pretty surprised that we wanted another drink and prepared a couple of miniature Patialas for us.

I was getting an uncanny urge within myself to know more about this lady’s private life and I knew if I could make her guzzle down some more vodka, she would reveal all her spicy secrets. As I sat in my chair beside Sunita Bhabie, I threw my next question so that she could not deviate from the topic.

Me: Bhabie, then how did you manage this issue?

Sunita Bhabie: Initially I thought it might be a one-day ignorance on your uncle’s part, but when it started happening day in and day out, I was really getting irritated and dejected. Another day, you know Anita, I was again overlooked by him and that day was even worse than this one.

She sipped her vodka and I wondered what could be “even wore” than her middle-aged servant seeing her choot!

Sunita Bhabie: It also happened during the time Gajodhar was working in our home in place of Gayathri. We were going somewhere I do not remember exactly and there were some heavy luggage with us and so we decided to take Gajodhar with us. Unfortunately, there were some trains canceled that day and the station was thronged with people anticipating the train.

Me: Oh! Trains canceled means a pathetic situation….

Sunita Bhabie: Yes exactly. Seeing the situation I could foresee that the ensuing train would be packed and my condition would be quite vulnerable amidst so many males hustling and bustling around to get inside the compartment. So I just requested him to give me some protection while I get inside the compartment. Anita, tell me, did I ask for anything wrong?

Me: Certainly not. I know very well what those filthy males do taking advantage of the crowd.

Sunita Bhabie: Exactly so… Arre, they will do all sorts of dirty activities and you cannot even protest and create a scene in the crowd naa?

Me: True. True. They know that very well.

Sunita Bhabie: That’s why I said to your uncle to be behind me and protect my breasts from the sides and as he would be behind me my backside would automatically be protected. But… who would listen to that? He started giving me ‘gyan’ that at this age I was still unable to take care of myself, what would our daughter do if this was my condition etc. etc. – all rubbish!

Me: Did he not realize the practical problem?

Sunita Bhabie: Not at all and he even said… at my age no one would be interested to do those things with me, I was no longer a teenager, and so on and so forth. I saw the train had already entered the station and there was no point arguing with your uncle. He decided that Gajodhar would not be able to go upfront as he had the luggage, so he himself would escort us and fight the crowd and he asked me to remain in the middle.

Me: That’s somewhat better though those males act from behind mostly.

Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I have seen 40 springs in my life; I know exactly what happens where. That was the reason I requested your uncle… But he was more interested in taunting my age!

Me: Then?

Sunita Bhabie: How can I say these things to you? I feel so ashamed!

Me: Come on Bhabie. What shame etc. you are talking about! We are friends now. If you keep things to yourself, you will suffer more Bhabie. Tell me naa. Please.

Sunita Bhabie: Okay, if you insist. I entered the compartment somehow pushing and hustling behind your uncle, but realized the situation inside was jam-packed. There were people on both sides of the alley and we were trying to make way through them. Though I kept my handbag close to my boobs I clearly felt a few elbowing to my…

She sipped a little vodka from the glass.

Sunita Bhabie: As your uncle settled at a place, I noticed Gajodhar was able to shift the luggage to an upper berth. I was virtually pressed against your uncle and frankly I was feeling a bit joyous getting his smell and touch after a gap!

I smiled at her.

Sunita Bhabie: I will not hide from you Anita… I moved my handbag off my boobs and pressed them on your uncle back. Even at this age his touch was giving me goosebump. But unfortunately he remained quite unmoved not even bothering to give me a glance! Just then I felt a forceful push on my buttocks. The insides of the compartment was not semi-dark and the way people were standing close to each other I could figure out who did it, but very soon it started bothering me as I felt he had kept his palm on my sari-covered butt.