Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART11
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Reddi ji came in and sat on that large sofa on right of Mr. Sen and I went to love seat on left of Mr. Sen. In that way I was near and opposite to my mother. That made Reddi ji directly in front of my wife.

I was seeing him first time after that horrible incidence in the wedding function but he appeared better composed today. His large wheatish body was not sweating but as usual his hairy chest was visible through his cloths.

He wore white sports shirt below a dark black blazer that had three large shining brass buttons but none of them was used. He did not put tie and had pulled out his shirt's large collar over his blazer and folded them over it. His top button of shirt was also open. He had shark white pant that was little loose and his testicles countered below his leg cloths.

His face was reasonably wide but appeared slightly extended to neck with a pair of thick male lips and those thin moustaches of four to five millimeter hairs were best suited to his frame. He had sharp eyebrows and his hairs were moderately dense and combed backwards making his broad forehead dominating over his face.

The broad shoulders and flat strong tummy were quite muscular as happens with gym lovers. He wore black calf lather sandals in his big feet.

The other feature that attracted me was the pair of his huge thighs that was almost double thick than mine. I thought a while that they were made stronger to give better support to hanging weight of his huge genitals. He saw at my mother who was sitting at his diagonal left and submissively folded his hands. She replied folding her hands too and also gracefully leaning towards him.

Mother was now in late fifties and always looked a refined elder lady. She wore a pink blouse and white sari with streak pink borders and had medium sized golden button type earrings pinned to her earlobes. A long golden chain that had black beads in between in her neck went up to her busts. Her hairs still reasonably black were folded in a bun on the back of her head.

His eyes moved right and passed though Mrs. Sen to my wife wearing that black kurta and white thing slawar. In this hush up I had forgotten about her. I too looked at her. She sat cross-legged, sinking her back on that cozy sofa and arms half full of black glass bangles were folded in each other displaying her a reserved female beauty.

She looking as if suddenly a hot wind from Reddi ji had melted her in a sex object. Her eyes were at ground to ignore eyes of the man in her front.

Her right thigh was crossed above her left thigh so on her left the long side slit in her kurta had made black kurta fallen on seat. Although her thin black duppata [About a meter cloth for covering bosoms] nicely covered her killing bosoms but the display of the sides of her white slawar tightly warped over her thigh's pulpy rounds with her overhanging feet in black sandals was mouth watering.

Believe me! With that look she had the capacity to make a real man to cum in his pant with out even touching her.

Seeing her like that, Reddi ji's face displayed colors of extreme temptations but he quickly composed him before he was caught publicly. Her face had become sexily heavy.

I recalled my wife kissing his mock penis in morning and though of his luck! Last day I had given hint to Mr. Sen that if Reddi ji wanted womanly pleasures from my wife or from any lady he should show better respects for s females. Tonight definitely he was showing better control over his wild passions.

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He smilingly looked at me and said, "How are you, man?"

Lowering my eyes I said," Very nice sir."

"I hope you had useful discussions with Mr. Sen during last days," He said, "we are much looking at you for results."

I said just raising eyes," I will do best of me sir."

He then turned to Sen," I hope we will talk on that report for Pretoria. I shall be meeting Mabuto on Friday. I think there appear no overlaps this time."

"There are certain more points I would like you to know tomorrow about that New Delhi group." Sen replied curiously.

While they talked I continued to look at my wife and once while our eyes met. I gave her a discrete admiring look but she avoided her eyes.

Mrs. Sen turning her right spoke to my mother, "Actually aunty, Reddi ji is going abroad so we planned a dinner for him and wanted to give him biggest surprise but...," She teasingly looked in Reddi ji's eyes for half a minute and then glancing at me said," a real treat would depend on his patience."

Then she again turned her eyes to Reddi ji and asked him," Have you put every thing in roll."

"Yes madam." He replied with a smile that came to him first time since he came.

Mother looked at him and gracefully said," You are going that long for fifteen days!"

He appeared gratified to hear her speaking," Aunty for a month."

"For a month! I thought it was for a week or so." Mother too was surprised like me.

"Initially it was for ten days but only today evening it has been extended like that."

"Where are you going.You always remain busy." Mother asked.

He said showing apparent regard to that elder lady, " From here I shall go South Africa and then to Nigeria, Ghana, Turkey. After that I plan to stay for a week to Mauritius before going Europe. I shall be here next month."

Mention of Mauritius had distinct effect on mother and me too. She said softly," I have been at Mauritius. My very near cousin lives there. They are in Port Louis."

This raised Reddi ji's curiosity," Really when? That's a paradise."

Mother said," After my marriage she invited me."

Mrs. Sen who was hearing this conversation said naughtily," You went for honeymoon, aunty?"

Mother smiling slapped her back.

Sen interrupted," It is place only for honeymoon."

Mrs. Sen said," Why don't you go there?"

"Alone?" Sen asked.

Mrs. Sen said to her husband, "I have seen you can make honeymoon at other's cost." Then she lightly hold my wife's arm and looking at Reddi ji, spoke mischievously," I will tell you later Radii ji about what he was doing with...!"

The air of room was turning sexy.

I didn't know how my mother understood that but I noticed a bond of affinity was gradually forming between her and Reddi ji.

Mother looked at Reddi ji and asked," Mrs. Sen was saying that your wife is living at Bombay."

There was a momentarily silence. I lightly kneeled forward and looked at my extreme right to Reddi Ji. A cloud of pain crossed his eyes.

He looked at my mother and she too felt his pain. She waved him to come near to her. He stood and slowly walked and dragging a cushioned stool sat just left to my mother's seat.

In that processes he was now almost in front of me and near also.

She affectionately placed her hand on his back.

He said, a suffering was apparent in his eyes," She had taken Tinny and I have not seen her in three years."

"Have you talked her...I mean your wife?" She asked keeping her hand on his back.

'No I have not even seen them."

"But why should she do that?" Mother asked him puzzled.

Suddenly I remembered some one told me that she left because she was not able to bear his excessive fucking. Was he correct!

Mrs. Sen tapped the arm of my mother and said, "I told you that day. She is thin and physically not like him...not able to sleep with him...I mean...as his woman. "

I saw a blush came to her face as Mother quickly recalled.

There was again a deadly silence in the room. Sen was quite far from them to hear and was stealing glances on my wife who had full ears on conversation. Apparently he didn't feel much interested in his wife's exertions to his friend's miseries.

Mother spoke again in low pitch," If you wish I may meet and talk her. At least you should get your daughter. "

Mrs. Sen intervened," Aunty, six months back Mr. Sen and I went Bombay and I met her alone to find a solution. The problem is physical... She is not averse to him otherwise. "

After a longer silence Mrs. Sen spoke again in voice hardly distinguishable to me," She says that he is a terrific man and it is impossible for her to make physical contact with him. She used to come occasionally to him with their daughter and tried...I mean... sleep alone in the same house but it was not possible for him to hold him and he began forcing..."

She continued in same pitch of words, " I told her to at least send her daughter but she said how a small girl could live there alone while her father is so occupied and mostly travelling."

Hearing her, mother became notably thoughtful. I saw Reddi ji was looking at ground and had pressed his legs tightly in each other with his both hands in between them. My wife's face was also had a peculiar shade. Mr. Sen was still not in audible range.

Mrs. Sen glanced at Reddi ji and again spoke," He rarely sleeps in nights and I know he weeps." She continued," As a self discipline he kept his eyes away from every women for complete three years, till...I told you about that aunty. "

Mother thoughtfully turned her eyes right at Reddi ji and said," Have you thought to marry another woman? "

Mrs. Sen replied on behalf of her husband's boss & friend, "It is not possible aunty, unless she divorces him. You know tedious Indian divorce laws. That would entirely tear him and poor Tinny. It is difficult to decide. "

Mother said grimly," I think there are solutions for every thing." She lightly put her fingers on Mrs. Sen's right arm and said sympathetically," But it is no fault of Reddi ji if God had built is him like that. Man should be proud of his strength. "

Mrs. Sen still holding my wife's arms by her other hand spoke calculatedly," I talked her about that, aunty and there is some light. She could live here and would not object if he sleeps with some woman to relieve him once a while in a week."

I saw at my wife. Her eyes had a distinct color of shame.

Mother said," Oh! That should be."

Mrs. Sen said," But that is not so simple aunty. It would have many serious implications for a man of highest status like Reddi ji. He can't hire a woman or bring an unmarried girl at this age and make them sticking to him for whole life. "

Mrs. Sen again looked in motherly eyes to her right," I know it is no fault of him. I thought about... a married woman of a close family sleeping with him once or twice a week."

She continued, "However again I have doubts. Every neighbor would soon know it, unless we are extremely cautious. We have to have consent of both families. I am still not sure but we need to have a family that has emotional attachment and shares his miseries."

Mrs. Sen held mother's hand tightly and said, "I think she may live with him on that condition." She looked at Reddi for conformation. He was silent and appeared like a third degree culprit.

There was a carnal silence! I had never seen mother thoughtful like that. Ruchi patient hearing each word of conversation was holing her breath.

Mother looked at Reddi ji and slowly spoke word by word," We are always with you and wish to share your miseries. I know you whom you adore. We talked about that at home and you have freedom if you both are willing. However Mrs. Sen and I would have to get your wife's consent for this arrangement in plain terms to avert any bad name later to all of us. "

In a moment Reddi's eyes were filled with real tears. Ruchi and I both felt us like a like a fresh snow that was freezing in ice.

Understanding the conversation was ending Mr. Sen waved his wife to come to him. She stood and walked to him and sat on empty love seat on his right and Sen also drifted on extreme right of that large 4- seater so they both were away from audible range of others.

They had some low voiced lip to lip conversation for two to three minutes and after that looking at my mother she went back to her place on right of Ruchi on other big 4-seater. - - - - - - - -

It was now around nine thirty. Mrs. Sen told Reddi ji that my wife was also crazy for bonsai like him. Reddi ji interestedly turned his eyes towards my wife and that was ever first time he officially looked at her.

He had now my mother's permission and she too.

I captured the moment as their eyes met. The intense heaviness that suddenly came on her face as their eyes met distinctly told me that her cherished desires for him were melting by those words of my mother.

They had forgotten that there were four other persons watching them. Their eyes remained locked in each other for two breath holding minutes.

Reddi ji's extreme sex lust had peeped in his eyes. It looked that all of his dried semen for three years was now boiling to explode. He utterly failed to speak a single word to my wife or to any one and I saw that unbelievable happening. I quickly looked towards my mother. She too was holding her breath.

It was again a naked display of his lust for a married woman but it came so naturally that it didn't look brutish. More over it was equally from both sides.

They appeared real seabirds. If that woman had not been married to me, I would have hailed it as a pure gravitation between a male and women. This union was now inevitable.

Their eyes separated but I saw he had firmly tied all of us in an invisible rope of desire,

There was longer silence that pinned the complete air of room.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART12

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Breaking that and looking around Mr. Sen hissed towards his wife and gave her some hint from his eyes. She, after momentary dilemma turned to mother saying," Aunty, Sen wants to wish Reddi ji for best journey, and he is asking your permission for some drinks. "

Mother said, " Why Mrs. Sen? You need my permission for that!"

She then turned her right and said to Reddi ji," Look here Reddi ji, Mrs. Sen is asking my permission for drinks to say good wishes to you. You can have that and always have our good wishes every time."

Mrs. Sen smiled and spoke to mother," But aunty, today he is not going to accept wishes unless we all celebrate."

"Say." Mother said.

"Please join with us a little one," Mrs. Sen said.

Mother exclaimed," You are joking! It is for young's."

Mrs. Sen spoke holding mother's hand tightly, "No aunty, you see how many things happening at a time, Reddi ji going beyond seven seas, your son is coming to an important place, company is getting biggest booms and with your blessings Reddi ji too may find a way for ending his miseries."

She said after brief silence," This is the most fortunate time for all us? If not now then..."

Every one with hold of breath was curiously looking at this exciting conversation. I saw my mother in plight to find words her but there was only silence of longer minutes. Reddi ji was surprising looking at Mrs. Sen. Ruchi had her eyes wide but at every occasion while other's were absorbed in that conversation, I saw her eyes meeting with stealing glances of Reddi ji for her.

Mrs. Sen still holding mother's arm softly said," Aunty, tell me if you have never tasted brandy even in illness."

Mother had a brief smile," No I took at Mauritius at the insistence of my cousin and her husband to celebrate our anniversary."

Mr. Sen clapped and joined by all including Ruchi. He applauded, "Three cheers to aunty."

I saw this time Reddi ji's eyes met for longer time with my wife eyes while they vigorously clapped.

Mrs. Sen's sank her fingers deeper in mother's arm and said, "Now why can't you celebrate with us? Are we insignificant before your cousin? "

Mother very hesitantly looked at me and said," Ok you win, but for celebration only."

There was big clapping by all. Mrs. Sen like me too caught Ruchi was excited by her mother-in-law's admission for taking drinks.

She bent left to her and hold her arm," You are not saying no now."

"I haven't taken ever." My wife nervously said.

"While your mother in law is celebrating... would you not celebrate for you husband and Reddi ji!"

Ruchi looked at me. I saw from extreme corner of my eye that Reddi ji was pleadingly looking at my wife. There was no other way, I silently nodded.

Mrs. Sen got up and asked Ruchi to come with her. Ruchi followed her as she walked towards gallery leading to inner room.

Reddi ji said to mother," Thanks aunty, I will ever remember your blessings. I am feeling as if I have found my real elder." - - - - - - - -

Mr. Sen leaned left towards me and whispered in my ear," Reddi ji is leaving for a month and tomorrow. Do you wish to give him some privilege with your wife."

I had seen my wife was melting in his hot gazes but this time he was careful not to expose it to all. I whispered," I think we can, but limited and please not before my mother."

"That is right." He said.

He got up and went in through that gallery.

The living room was now left with only three of us. Reddi ji was in conversation with my mother basically about the future of his daughter.

I felt he had been living in dreadful isolation and found my mother consoling understanding to his sufferings.

As I sat there on that love seat I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing was real. The last four days reeled in my mind like a film. I recalled my dream walk to the administrative building of my mill only three days back. How towering that looked to me! It was a dream of dreams like situation. I didn't know where it was leading me but knew a miracle was happenings.

Mr. Sen came back and saw Reddi and mother were still absorbed in conversation. He didn't stay in room and swiftly walked outside perhaps again for fresh air in his grassy lawns.

Every thing had a distinct meaning. There were Reddi ji's problems and Sen's shrewd multi-millions business requirements and his own dreams to surpass his friend boss. I felt that I was a pawn on big board of kings. My mother didn't know that Sen was interested in Reddi ji's problems not beyond a line. I though I should tell all that to mother in morning before she makes up a direction for the family.
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My thoughts broke as Ruchi appeared from gallery and waved me to come. I walked to her and she led me to a room that was just at left of gallery entrance. It was a thinly furnished smaller kid's room.

She hurriedly pushed the door behind her and said in direly low voice, " Mrs., Sen is making a very odd suggestion." Looking in my curious eyes she whispered," She says that I should not wear bra as a special treat to Reddi ji."

Before I could be amazed she said, "She says after you talked her husband, he had promised Reddi ji for some treat before he leaves."

"I didn't promise that specifically but it depends on you." I softly said." You are already attracted towards him."

She said coyly, "But how can I? This is a thin kurta and it will surely show all breasts. Mother is here!" She was puzzled.

"But you have duppata, she would not notice that. I know you are not averse to give poor Reddi ji some opportunity. He is going long and would see you only after a month from now. If you wish show him little adequately. Well it depends on you."

I saw my reply was making her eyes sexily heavy. I kissed passionately on her lips.

She separated her lips and said, "But please don't tell any one about it." She said. She even knew that was needless apprehension.

I opened the door and walked in living room to my place. An unprecedented excitement was fast building in my loins.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART13

Sen had not yet come and Reddi ji was still engaged in conversation with mother. I tried to over hear as he was telling her how desperate Tinny appeared while Mrs. Sen met her six months back was and she loosing her studies always remembering her daddy.

Few minutes after Mr. Sen too came back in room and to that cozy sofa on my right. He was thoughtful but did not feel interested in conversations of his friend boss with my mother.

Little later Reddi ji stood from that stool near my mother and walked to his place at left of Sen on that large sofa. - -

We passed fifteen more minutes like that before Mrs. Sen appeared from gallery Ruchi following her. Her face had visible redness and her eyes were loaded and down. Mrs. Sen had a try in her hand with a bottle of whiskeys, a soda maker and a jar perhaps for ice. Ruchi held smaller try that had few glass pegs. She had carefully warped her black duppata over her bosoms and taking it through her armpits had made a knot near her waist.

They came to black glassed center table and put the trays. I saw their hips flatten a bit as they bent. There was no comparison available for my wife. I saw Reddi ji was hiding his eyes from my mother and was looking in extreme lust at her hip mounds covered in that black kurta.

Mrs. Sen opened the bottle and made six pegs, three large and three tiny for women. She put each glass successively below the tap of soda machine and filled glass with bubbling liquid by pressing the knob each time.

Kneeling further she placed them one by one in try and gave the tray to Ruchi to serve them.

My wife hesitantly held that in her hands and walked to Reddi ji.


Keeping her eyes down she walked towards him sitting at extreme right on male's side. Before she could make an move Mrs. Sen said, "Mrs. Jay, please aunty first!"

She tried to smile and avoiding her eyes turned back and walked towards mother. I couldn't hold me straight on seat as she held the try before my mother for her to pick a glass.

Was that the real turning point for our family? It was unimaginable and unbelievable that daughter in law of a conservative family like ours would serve drinks to her mother- in- law and that too to cheer a man who was asking permission from her to sleep with her.

Mrs. Sen had suggested her not to wear bra as a farewell treat to Reddi ji. She was initially averse to it but now while she came out from gallery, the way she had rearranged her duppata over her busts and done a knot near waist suggested that she be with out bra.

As mother looked at tray containing wineglasses, I saw a blush coming to her face and after initial hesitation she picked a glass containing tiny peg. Elder lady held that in her hand for a while and than placed that on the mica mounted wooden stool available just to her right.

Ruchi then turned back and gracefully walked, swaying her sensual hips slowly in tight black kurta, to Reddi ji who sat diagonally opposite to mother. I saw my wife's face had again began to melt in the heat building in that room. She stood before him holding that try and kept her seduced eyes cemented to floor.

Reddi ji had stretched his legs. From my place I could feel large contours of his testicles in his loose pant and his huge penis lines visible along his thigh.

He picked up larger peg and held that in his hand and tried to make an eye contact with her but she effortly avoided looking at him. He seemed disappointed but had the least idea of that hot air that had blown from our married windows to him during last two days only!

With her eyes cemented to ground she looked as if she was wedded to him only a night before. Moving her to left she served drinks to Mr. Sen and then to me. I deliberately touched her fingers while picking the glass.

Ignoring my touch, she walked back to ladies side. Mrs. Sen beamingly, picked one wineglass and my wife put the tray on the center table but leaving her glass in that and sat on side of Mrs. Sen. Her neighbor smiling saw this and kneeling forward picked that glass and gave it to Ruchi.

Mrs. Sen was just to raise her glass for cheers but she saw that mother's glass was not in her hand. She turned to her and pleaded more from her eyes than her lips; she spoke, "Please aunty..." Mother picked glass and held in her hand. Mrs. Sen raised her glass high followed by all with a chorus cheers for Reddi ji's journey.

Mrs. Sen leaned towards mother and softly took her glass from her hold and took it to her lip. Mother hesitantly sipped and there was a clapping by all.

My wife was looking all that in amazement and in meanwhile had kept her glass again on the center table. Mrs. Sen again leaned to table and picked that and saw at my wife with a mock fury. Ruchi was apparently nervous even to touch that.

Mrs. Sen looked in her eyes and took her tender hand to hold it and guided that to her lips. Ruchi looked around and saw all were curiously looking at her.

My wife's lady neighbor tapped her arm and she waveringly sipped minute content but her friend managed to have her larger taste of that. There was a sudden applause supported by clapping by all except mother who looked fondly at her. Ruchi had usual first timer cough even with that premier blended sherry sweet Irish whiskey. I saw mother taking another sip.

Few minutes followed before the old servant appeared with a majestic China made tray having four nice china white large plates with whiff hot snacks and a bundle of similar small plates and full of cutlery in side slot of the tray. He put all stuff one by one on the center table from the tray and then leaving the tray temporarily on a side table rearranged small glass mini stools before each one.

Finishing that he went back to kitchen with that empty tray.

The look told that the large plates had all rich non-vegetarian stuff except one that had fried dry fruits.

Mrs. Sen got up and took two plates in her hands, one had fried fish cuts and other was roasted chicken soft legs. Ruchi also followed her and took remaining two plates in her hands. One of them had liver like pieces and in other fried slated dry fruits arranged tastily.

Mrs. Sen began from mother while my wife first went to Reddi ji. The fleshy snacks were served to all by these two sexy ladies. My wife took only few soft liver pieces in her plate while mother preferred fried fish parts. As expected men filled their plates with meaty stuff and some dry fruits.

The whiskey was nicely blended and gave super sensation. The other meaty preparations were quite tasteful and became more delicious in that heated room. Mr. Sen was more concentrating on wine and fish cuts. Reddi ji however was slow and liked chicken legs more than drinking.

I saw now Ruchi was doing well with other two ladies and slowly sipped quarter of the contents of her glass. She was not so un-relishing the taste of that naughty liquid.

Mr. Sen turned his face left and leaning whispered in my ear, " Reddi ji is quite happy. I was not listening his conversations with your mother, I hope you all have reached at some point?"

I said looking straight, " Probably she may now come and live with him"

"How on earth! She was shaky to death. " He said hardly audible even to me.

In between Reddi ji frequently made serious conversations with Mr. Sen mostly regarding products and foreign buyers he was likely to meet.

Sen did best justice to drinks and he was the first to finish followed by Reddi ji and me. Mrs. Sen got up and refilled Reddi ji's glass without asking him followed by mines and her husband's glass. While Sen and I were busy with alcohol, I found that though Reddi ji also seemed occupied with drinks but he had not taken even a drop from that refill.

To my amazement Reddi ji was holding that wineglass in his hand and intermittently engaged with Mr. Sen at his left, but from his heart he was completely absorbed in my wife's beauty. Ruchi also appeared well composed now.

She had crossed her thighs over each other and was sitting sinking her back in the spongy sofa back. That had tightened her duppata over her busts and that made her mounds protruding as concave globes. By crossing her thighs her right thigh had raised quite high from sofa seat and the slit in the side of her kurta had sexily exposed her wrapped thigh rounds.

Her neighbor lady in sexy blues was having slow conversation with my mother. Both had glasses held in long ladies fingers.

Ignoring Mr. Sen momentarily, I applied my eye corners towards my wife but careful not to make her conscious of that and bring same uneasiness to her again. She was sipping liquid with liver pieces in improved taste and at every unintentional chance her eyes met with Reddi ji. Her face had same dizzier look. Reddi sat stretched on cushion with wide legs.

This time their eyes met decisively for longer time and I saw Ruchi swallowing salvia few times. She sunk her head more in back pad and dizzyingly half closed her eyes. Her face was becoming intoxicated every minute and appeared a basin of sexual passion. If that was any indication for my lady loosing her efficacy to resist him any more I thought that she had already accepted him as her man.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

part 14

She saw his eyes that were pleading and she cut her lower lip in her teeth. For a moment she closed her eyes and again half opening them looked towards entrance door for some moments. She then slowly lifted her arms upwards in a bid to loosen her duppata tugged in between her armpits and pulled it slightly by her delicate fingertips. Appearing unintentional, her fingers began wandering along base line of her left bosom and she silently hooked her fingertips in the hem of the thin cloth of duppata. She tried to pull that to right but nervously left the attempt. She tried it other two more times.

She continued to glance towards Reddi ji by her toxicant eyes for some more minutes and he turned towards Mr. Sen and asked him some information. At this moment I could correctly anticipate some movements so I quickly turned my eyes away from my wife to the extent not loosing her perception from my senses. I could make out from extreme corners of eyes that she looked around and holding that glass in her left hand, clipped duppata in her right hand's fingers and removed that from her left bust.

That bra-less bosom was now almost quite exposed in thin kurta with out any duppata cover.

No one except me noticed that all and she slowly moved her hand back to her lap.

I knew that would kill that innocent man.

Ruchi had very effective breasts. Technically she needed bra to keep then unseen through the fibers of her cloths. A slight forward tilt of her would make them perfect solid silky globe. Her nipples were pint-sized thick & cylindrical. The areolas at top had a cut like marks and were granular. The hallo around nipples was powdered pinkish brown that had good cover on her mound district.

There were also some swagger tinny hairs particularly in the mound division but they always remained sticking to breasts.

She sunk her head in sofa back and eyed Reddi ji who was still engaged with Sen on his left. I was curious for him to look at those delicious secrets of my married life just released for him.

Even from my place I could see the evil that thin black kurta had done to her left globe.

His talks ended and he resumed his normal sitting angle. Few moments more passed and then I saw his eyes looked at her. For a moment he didn't notice the change but as he looked again it was like a hammer stroked his head.

He set his eyes at that unexpected erotic enlargement of his view. I could clearly see that his face rapidly turned in rickety red and he had missed many heartbeats. Ruchi sat crossing her thighs and completely sinking her in cozy back. Her eyes were dreamingly semi-closed but I could see a tinny slit at their bottom directed towards the shy man looking at her with watering mouth.

I looked around. Both ladies in my front were still in slow conversation but I saw both had enough wine in glasses and surely those had been refilled. Relieved by Reddi ji my neighbor was now comfortably engaged in wine but there was every chance that he too would see that becoming couple any time.

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Suddenly my wife seemed to recall some thing in her mind. She opened her dizzy eyes and tried to regain her from sex burden. Noticing that Reddi ji's attention was constantly at her, she said to him that looked very sexy to me, " How do you grow bonsai?"


That were the first ever words she had spoken to him.

By that unexpected question from his love, a gratifying spark came in his eyes. It was so sudden that he had to compose his speech before he could reply," Bonsai!... that is simple but caring process...In another way it is growing a...big tree in a small tray to evoke an image of nature."

In my neighborhood, Sen was absorbed in drink delights but that conversation evoked mother's attention towards her daughter-in-law. She looked towards her and Ruchi shyly and swallowed her words. Mrs. Sen however tugged mother to continue their talks.

My wife noticing that was encouraged to ask him further, "But how it is possible for such a big tree to accommodate in small pot. It can not come in that."

However reconsidering her words she blushed and said nervously, " I mean...how it could grow like that?"

Reddi ji had a look as he had discharged some pre-cum in his pant said, " The shallow pot tightens the big tree and restricts roots growth and makes tree miniature."

Ruchi said, " Is that so simple? I thought we need special seeds."

They were pushing their words quite forcibly to cross that big carpet between them.

I was surprised that she had really gained courage as she sipped wine from her glass before she asked, " What is the way then?"

Reddi ji spoke some thing and tried to explain through his fingers but that was not understood by Ruchi.

My wife innocently said, " But I can't follow that."

This drew Mrs. Sen's attention to them. She looked at Reddi ji and swallowing her breath said, " Why don't you come to that seat and tell her." She waved her finger to empty love seat on the left of Ruchi that was also at the extreme end on ladies side. Mother smiled.

Reddi ji like a boy stood holding wineglass in his right hand and took his meaty plate in other and walked towards that love seat.

Reddi ji was now nearer to my wife with her breast semi open and sitting crossed legs towards mid of that large 4-seater on his right. His single seater sofa was placed at 45 degrees tilted towards her. Besides that distance, there were two large blue cushioned sides of those sofas between them.

I felt that she had maintained the fair sex distinction and made Reddi ji come to her although a similar seat was empty on the right of Reddi ji and she could herself have moved to that.

It was the first time Mr. Sen looked curiously at them and Ruchi hurriedly brought her duppata back on bosom not letting him even to notice the movement.

I saw a disappointment came in Reddi ji as he was suddenly deprived of delicious view, the moment he reached near to that. He resumed explaining bonsai.

"This can be done in four ways, collect from wild, buy nursery stock, from seed and propagation."He said still looking at her covered bosom and pointing his four fingers and folding one by one with each choice, " Which one you think is suited to you."

My wife looked in his eyes and said, " I think seed is good... because it can be easily put in small pot but... may be nursery stock is better."

He said, " For seed you need a furtive ground. There are many alternatives. The basic point is that they should look beautiful."

Although I was not a bonsai lover in that way but Reddi ji's knowledge and precise details enchanted me. I got up and silently moved to them and dragged a cushioned stool and sat adjacent to Reddi ji on his left.

They both momentarily looked at me.

I too listened as he told my wife about fertilizing, watering and wiring requirements for bonsai. I was heart taken by his depth on the subject that was far from his main course.

She was listening him with better attentiveness as he spoke, "...sun in the morning and filtered shade in the late afternoon is the best. We have three sets for light, full and partial sun and partial shade..."

My wife stopped him, " Please that is excellent. I tried to read that from book but never was so clear. Would you mind if I write points? "

She looked around and there was a small writing pad and a pen on telephone table on a corner just few steps to her. She hurriedly stood and brought that but this time she sat at the extreme left of that large 4-seater that separated her from Reddi ji only by the cozily cushioned sofa arms. She put the pad on arm of sofa in between them and sat crossing her legs but bit leaning forward for better writing.

She was keeping her lips sexily opened and asked Reddi ji to please repeat from beginning. He summarily repeated what he had told and she made points on that pad. While she wrote Reddi ji couldn't check him and he would see at her with extreme sex in his eyes and she let him have that advantage.

Some minutes later our little crowd also attracted Mrs. Sen. She looked at us and temporarily slipped herself on sofa towards Ruchi and listened for couple of minutes that Reddi ji was telling her.

She looked at wall clock. Few minutes had passed over 10:45.

She was about to speak some thing to Ruchi but muddled her words. Thinking a bit she put her fingers on Ruchi's raised thigh and as my wife looked back at her, Mrs. Sen spoke, " Mrs. Jay, it is now over ten forty five. Only twenty-four hours after Reddi ji will leave for a month. Are you not making him tired? I think he desperately needs some ease. If you remember precisely... I made a suggestion to you!"

That made my wife's face red and she nervously looked around. Reddi ji did not get any meaning from that talk.

Looking around Mrs. Sen moved back to her place on the other side of sofa and again engaged my mother in conversations.

Reddi ji continued telling us about how to shape bonsai trees and other broad details. However my wife was loosing her attentiveness and glanced successively to Reddi ji from her eye corners.
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As I endeavored to compensate her omissions, Ruchi again tried to uncover her bosom with her wandering fingertips but hesitantly changed her mind every time.

For few minutes she remained in dilemma and then looked uneasily at me and said, " Mr. Sen is sitting alone there. He might be feeling odd. I will tell you all these details later."

Couple of minutes later as Reddi ji finished his sentence I stood from stool and moved to my place.

As I walked to my place and turned back I saw that in hardly ten seconds Ruchi had removed duppata cover from both of her bosoms.

Although my eyes were not directed towards them but I had all corners of my senses towards her. I saw Reddi ji was gradually submerging in that glut of femininity and leaned him more and more towards her, riveting his eyes on her mounds. I knew he had a clear view through the thin kurta of her silky smoothness to thick nipples of tinny length and granular brown hallo around them. Still listening him she had drowned head deep in back cushion and her eyes were closing in heaviness of desire.

Reddi ji was becoming a passion volcano. His lips were loosing their speech and his penis contours were trembling in his pants.

He gradually tilted him on his elbow that punched the blue cushion of sofa arm with his weight but Ruchi innocently unaware of the effect she had done on him was looking at the front wall. He extended his left arm, and began loveably stroking with his fingers her loose hair falling over her shoulder probably paying compliments to her beauty.

He tilted few inches more towards her and released his trapped arm between him and sofa side and took it on her lap to rest his fingers on her round arm half full of black bangles - that too was resting there.

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Sitting on that single love seat I looked around. Mrs. Sen while talking to my mother had more attention on that sexy bonsai affair on her left.

I could visualize that Reddi ji was now holding both hands of my wife kept in her female basin formed by her crossed thighs.
(to be continued)

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PART15


I sensed that on my right Mr. Sen holding wineglass was not aware of that couple in his right front but he was becoming a bit impatient. He turned to me and again asked, " We were talking that...could they reach to any specific solution for Reddi ji's wife and daughter?"

Although he spoke quite normally but we were out of audible range of others, besides that every one was occupied with other.

I said slowly, " I think your wife and my mother would go to Bombay and again talk to his wife to live with him."

"But how could she come, she thinks he would tear her in two parts...and that was the problem." He said.

"Perhaps there would be an arrangement." I said.

"With your wife to remain with him say for a day or two in a week. That is what my wife was up for him..." He asked.

After a longer silence I said slowly," That's she suggested."

"And what your mother says, "He said," and your wife?"

"I think they are sympathetic to him as you might have seen... My mother thinks we should go for it only after his wife agrees for that adjustment. She doesn't want to play with any one. " I said.

He said opening his mind better, "...I know that, after Reddi ji fell for your wife my wife convinced your mother a lot, and she appeared to have some consent provided you agreed, but you see..."

He thought a while and spoke taking extra precaution, " Look! I am not averse to that if his organs do not scare your wife... or it may be again same story. His servants heard her painful cries all nights... she used to remain almost on bed all through following days... She says he became beastly when she expressed her inability to lay on bed with him any further. "

He again spoke after a brief silence, "Surprisingly my wife not seeing that being a lady herself."

He spoke after some more silence, " I am afraid that if he shatters your wife in the same way, it would tear all our export plans... the board wants... "

That was a new angle of real concern, I had not thought. I was more worried about my wife's safety," But is it not what you wished? Sir."

He said thoughtfully," I never meant to make any further mess...it could have been done in restrictions... I told my wife but she seems to..."

"Tell me sir." I said.

"Let me say that your papers are to be mooted to management by tomorrow... before he...! "

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I didn't see that but probably movements of Mrs. Sen for drinks refill had made Reddi ji to resume telling her further finer points and now they were sitting upright expect some of her bosom was still uncovered by duppata. But that resumption looked temporary to me just a mock.

Sen turned to me and said, " Your wife appears quite interested in bonsai and I think Reddi ji would be tempted to take her to terrace garden to show the collection."

He continued, as I too could not ignore the possibility, "That is the point where we should be safe..."

I said, "Please say."

Mr. Sen spoke after a pause of few moments, " I think now days Reddi ji is feeling extremely horny particularly after seeing your wife. I know he has surely not touched any woman in three years. He may be crazily allured in aloneness with your lady..."

He further said, "...I think if she proves frangible for him and... " He said after taking a long sip from his wineglass,"...and she refuses him... That my evoke natural brutality in him."

He spoke again, "... she would be sentimentally scared and may develop unfriendly attitudes for any such horny male we are likely to meet in business." This really made me scared.

He said again, " I think this would be first time and you should go up with them...but..." He said after holding a bit, " let me say... there may also be another angle..."

He hesitated but I said him to please speak.

He spoke, " Let them go alone and you remain out of their site just as a precaution...we may break in there in any unpleasant scene... that would also give us an idea of your wife's inclinations, we were talking about for exports links!"

Although it was shrewd but I appreciated that in present situation and nodded.

I said, " I think that would be safe...if there is any way for that?"

He glanced at the couple still engaged in bonsai activities and said sipping small quantity from his liquor glass, " The bonsai garden at terrace is just above us. In fact it was a big flat roof with one room for junk at back end of it. The room has spiral iron stairs for it in courtyard."

He continued, " Six months back my wife and Reddi ji made a covered greenhouse on roof in front of that room. They have made a bonsai square there. This garden has assess from a new staircase in wire netted verandah you passed through while you came."

I was getting him sharper than ever and nodded as he paused to make another sip and ripped some flesh fibers from roasted leg.

He spoke slowly, " You can reach to the room at back from courtyard and remain there unnoticed in dark. It has windows opening in green house."

That was the one of the bright ideas he was giving me.

We took more wine with dry fruit as he said, " It is better if you go and see that room in some light..."

I vaguely saw at the bonsai couple at my right front. Reddi ji leaning on side arm was lightly stroking her bangle filled arms resting on her lap.

I stood following Mr. Sen and quickly came to his right and made a cover to bonsai couple for the sake of my shame.

Mrs. Sen looked at us as he told her that I needed to use bathroom and wanted little fresh up. He was taking me inside.

Passing through the gallery we came to inner verandah and then to a large courtyard. I saw the iron round at right corner towards verandah. Leaving Sen there I quickly climbed and reached at the piece of roof before the room. I opened the door and switched on the light. A very low watt bulb lighted the room and I went in.

It was a medium sized room used for junk articles from old trunks to stray furniture and blunt tools. There were two aging and un-cared windows and a door at right end in front wall. Each window had six glass panes in wooden shutters and old curtains were hanging over them from nails carelessly driven in the wall.

Window opened on inner side. I unbolted the middle one and opened that.

There were pink plastic curtains with many folds that hanged on the other side of windows. I folded that on one side and I saw green hose but it was almost dark in the rays of that dead light. However I could feel that it was magnificent. It had a series of miniature plants kept on wooden bench like frames. There was whiteness towards outer side. Just before the window there was a beautiful swing chair hanged on some pipe.

I peeped through window glass and that would give me good view of lighted green house but ita would not permit any sound to pass through. I opened it again lifting an iron rod from junk lightly hammered the rod tip on glass inwards and punched a scattered 3-inch hole in glass at the point that was hidden by a plant on other side. Then I dragged an old junk chair to window and set it properly. There after setting the plastic curtains with stray slits in their folds I closed the window and bolted from inside.

I came out switching off the light and closed the door. Sen was waiting in courtyard.

Sen told me to move to living room and he would follow me after some fresh up.

I came back to living room with out giving any alert and stood at gallery. All four sat on sofa had back at me.

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Mrs. Sen was showing my mother an interior decoration magazine.

I looked at the couple but could only see Reddi ji, as Ruchi was not visible due to high back of sofa. He was leaning on the arm of his cushioned single seater and probably was resting his head on Ruchi's shoulders. His both arms were extended to her and movements suggested that they were playing with her beauty.

I swiftly walked to my place not looking directly at them and I saw his fingers passing over the side of her lips, which she had parted and had one of his fingers inside her mouth.

He had twisted his left hand and that was kept on her kurta over her bust. My wife had placed her hand over his; it seemed she was restraining his hand. In a few second my cock got as hard as a crow bar.(TO BE CONTINUED)

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PART16
As I sat on my single seater they noticed me and quickly resumed their normal positions. Ruchi brought her duppata on her bosoms.

I thought of Reddi ji and felt that his agonies were more complex than they appeared. Once he had my mother on his side he was likely to get my wife off and on just to divert his sexual force from his incongruous wife.

Mother appeared to be endorsing him, but she meant reunion of his family and did not see such adjustment as a fun instrument.

If that went well it would not be one nightstand and she would be living with him in quite often. This would invite serious female envious and other conflicts from his wife even if she agreed for such compromises in first time. Further that could not be hidden from people for longer time.

I was not hopeful for any greater relief to his family life.

However I was aware that Reddi ji was a simple and knowledgeable man. The other thing I realized was that his apparent friend Mr. Sen was ditching him and as a matter of fact all of us.

I felt, I too was beginning to nourish an admiring outlook for Reddi ji. Any remaining traces of my personal hostility against him had strangely evaporated.


It was nearing 10:55 of that fiery night and steaming kitchen works were gradually odorizing the room.

Sen was still inside of house. Mrs. Sen noticing that Sen had not come back summarily looked at me and asked about her husband. I told her that he too wanted to freshen and may just be following.

She then turned her eyes towards the couple at her left. They both now sat in reasonably acceptable positions but their faces were lit in passion that had been charging them. Reddi ji was still somewhat leaning towards my wife and she was half-sunk in sofa while her eyes were closing in weightiness.

Mrs. Sen making her a bit erect and raising her hips from sofa turned her head back towards kitchen and spoke in better audible words, " I think food seems fixed up..." Then looking at Reddi ji she said, " unfortunately you have preciously 30 minutes... if she wish to see your miniature world."

She then stood from her prolonged sitting and straightening her legs walked to kitchen. I had my face apparently towards the gallery in my front but every corner of my senses was following all that was happening in that hot room.

Mother looked at me and then her eyes went left and as Mrs. Sen was not in between her sight, she could look better at Reddi ji and Ruchi. Reddi ji still in bull's heat silently looked back at mother. Ruchi however appeared weak before the man and was half-lay on the hind cushion and her intoxicated eyes were nearly closed.

Although Reddi ji had timely straightened him on the love seat but he appeared tensely stirred by the euphoria he had by touching a woman after so many years. Even a bird from sky would have seen his tree trunk penis lines below his pants lay along his massive thigh halfway to his ankles. I had the feeling that due to uncomfortable size of his genital he had been opting for the loose accommodating undergarments for such jarring expansions.

Mother looked fondly at Reddi ji and asked, " She has enough taxed you, she is not a baby and should have known that you have hard things to de tomorrow! " Hearing mother talking to Reddi ji she jerked and opened her eyelids and hurriedly resumed sitting mannerism of a married lady.

Reddi ji had a pink flush on his face as he said,"... Oh no...aunty, not that...she is really curious..." And then looking at Ruchi he spoke to her, "...now madam you may take some plants from here..."

Ruchi however saw mother and began looking at floor like a convict. The brief silence was broken by Mrs. Sen as she walked again in room and spoke to Reddi ji; "Dinner is... coming to table... please be swift to show another bonsai lover... your... creations. "

As mother turned her eyes towards the speaking lady, I saw Reddi ji through his eyes lovably dazzled in Ruchi's eyes and she nodded back in same way. I felt my pre-cum made a streak in my underwear.

At that time I saw that Mr. Sen was standing at gallery and hearing that conversation.

I heard Mother saying to Mrs. Sen," She had already taken quite of his time. I think Reddi ji should have some rest now... or when he comes back."

That was some thing I was not expecting from mother. I was surprised that mother having all those soft edges for him didn't read that Reddi ji's was dying for at least little aloofness with my wife before he leaves for one month. Mrs. Sen's amazed eyes automatically turned towards Reddi ji who had a thunderstruck look.

Mrs. Sen too had disappointed look and remained in dilemma for few minutes before she spoke to mother; " Surely Reddi ji is tiring... as you say aunty... she may wait till he returns."

I felt that I was witnessing veering female behaviors that turns men unnecessarily puzzling.

This abrupt outlook of two elder ladies further leveled Ruchi's remaining hangover and she uncrossed her legs and cautiously sat upright. Meanwhile Sen walked towards me to his seat at my right.

Reddi ji looked around and saw Mrs. Sen was walking to kitchen. His face was inconstantly red and I had never seen a man in greater fury as he saw my mother's eyes were on the big round white wall clock displaying 11:23.

Ruchi stood blankly and avoided any look of Reddi ji and followed Mrs. Sen to kitchen. I saw Reddi ji's eyes were at her untied sinuous hairs perforating her swaying hips below close-fisted waist.

During her short walk I saw Mr. Sen too greedily looked at her till her hips merged in briny air of kitchen.


Reddi ji took a couple of minutes to recompose him before he stood from love seat and walked to larger sofa on his front and sat besides Mr. Sen.

Sen saw at his empty glass he had left on stool and then looked around. Sensing his desire I stood and brought whiskey bottle from big center table and poured liquid in his glass. I looked at Reddi ji as his glass was at the stool where he was sitting with my wife but he waved me thanks. I poured some liquor in mine and then keeping the bottle at its place, I came back and sat on that love seat. Sen flashed a smile of thanks and took the glass to his lips.

Reddi ji sat in ease stretching his legs longer but he appeared still recovering from desire as his loose pant was showing unstable contours of fairly erect log.

Some minutes later Mr. Sen engrossed in liquid appeared to have recalled something in mind and drew him nearer to Reddi ji. Apparently it seemed important, as subsequently they both were absorbed in sound discussions. I saw mother looking fondly at busybody of manful Reddi ji.


The cooking noises in kitchen were slowing down. After few moments Mrs. Sen and Ruchi came out from kitchen and noticing that mother was curiously viewing towards engrossed Reddi ji, they too quietly walked and stood behind mother's sofa and set their amused eyes at him who appeared quite colorless and was lost in discussions oblivious to three female curious stares.

Ruchi remained little behind of Mrs. Sen. She gave an exotic look in deep black kurta and white slawar and her bangle full arms folded in each other. Her duppata was unintentionally exposing half of her right rising mound. The sindoor in her mang {red streak on line between hair – an emblem of married Indian woman} and red bindia on forehead were crowning her sinful married femininity.

Couple of minutes later I saw Reddi ji while still engaged in conversation noticed women before him keenly looking at him. Although still engrossed with Sen on his right he was becoming conscious of female stares. I unmistakably felt that he was trying to escape those eyes perhaps not to evoke his loin again.

Mother became mindful of his uneasiness and picked up the recipe magazine from side stool and began turning its pages. However she was completely unaware of two ladies silently standing behind her.

I noticed that Reddi ji was loosing his valor and gradually began unevenly looking at Ruchi and then a stronger lust ghastly began engulfing him. He swallowed salvia few times and began having difficulty to continue talks with Mr. Sen.

Ruchi's had a killing smile over her lip but that became faint as her eyes met with Reddi ji for longer time. I saw after few flipping stares their eyes were locked in each other. Few moments later with a rightwards shift, she almost came under cover of Mrs. Sen and I lost track of her eyes.

This union of their eyes went on for some more minutes till Mrs. Sen became conscious of that. She abruptly turned and found they both were grossly occupied in each other even oblivious to her recent movement. She looked alternately at both of them and opening her mouth in amazement glanced with wide eyes towards back of mother turning pages of that recipe magazine. I further turned my face further right before she could look at me.

The diversion of Reddi ji's attention also made Mr. Sen attentive and he looked around. Reddi ji sensing that abruptly broke the union and looked at him. Sen did not follow the thread and tried to continue the talk but seeing Reddi ji as less mindful, he shifted to extreme right of that large sofa and picked up the wineglass from stool. He silently imbibed him in that stuff and Reddi ji resumed his eyes feast.

Mrs. Sen feeling unwanted in that merger walked to her seat and sat very near to mother. I saw her as she again made a momentarily edge glance towards Reddi ji to find him taking full advantage of the beautiful lady standing behind mother.
Mother still holding the magazine turned her head left to hear Mrs. Sen as she spoke in grumbling tone, " Aunty, Shankar left the chicken in oven with out setting temperature lock. I think food is going to take some more minutes. "

Mother said, " Better I should phone Manisha, they must be worrying."

Mrs. Sen smiling waved her eyes towards the telephone table at corer. Mother stood and as she walked to phone she saw Ruchi was standing at the back of her sofa. I followed mother and stood there while she dialed and talked at home but my eye corners were set towards the couple.

I saw Ruchi still there and had her glance pointed to the man before him. Reddi ji summarily looked around and then staring deep in her eyes swiftly waived a kiss from his lips towards her. A trace of nervousness came on my wife's face and she looking around momentarily swallowed some salvia. To my greatest amazement I unmistakably saw that a moment later she resumed her deep & speaking eyes towards him and made a minute movement of her red lipstick sheltered lips for him.

Mother and I came back to our places. Ruchi was still standing there but was now not looking at him.

Mrs. Sen asked mother, " Could you talk? "

"Yes I told her not to worry we may be little late." Mother said.

Mrs. Sen gravely eyed at Reddi ji for a moment and then discreetly spoke to mother," Please aunty, just look at Reddi ji... relaxed... nothing doing. I wonder if a king would have levied fine on him for his idleness and asked him to show a lady his planthouse in ten minutes."

I saw that this caused a observable twitch in Reddi ji's slumbering body. My wife standing at back of mother abruptly turned to Mrs. Sen and stabbed her by pointed eyes.

Those words also dragged Sen's eyes from his glass to his wife.

I saw mother smiled and fondly eyed Reddi ji sat before her and then intimately tapped Mrs. Sen's back by her left hand.

She looked at me and our eyes met for a moment and then jubilantly directing her eyes towards conspicuous Reddi ji, she said, " Reddi ji if you are not willing to be fined by the king then do as Mrs. Sen tells you."

It was a resurgence of a deserted man in prison like getting a license to fuck. Every one looked at him and I had to lean further on my sofa to have his full view. His face went red and shy in apprehension of some joke.

My eyes instantaneously went to my wife. She still folding her arms was looking only at him to act.

Mrs. Sen said to Reddi ji, " Aunty is not joking," then she looked for a moment at Ruchi who was standing behind mother and spoke to him, " just please be here in twenty minutes...dinner won't wait to cool." She looked at mother, " Is it ok aunty."

Mother laughed timidly and said to her, " You are unruly to Reddi ji, do not tax him longer than twenty minutes." She than looked at me and spoke," You do not let Reddi ji lift any plant for her."

Mr. Sen hurriedly took larger contents of his glass and skeptically looking around said to mother, " Actually aunty I was just taking him to my study to tell about some papers. Reddi ji and me had discussions few minutes' back and he wanted a page brief of some documents we discussed. I think he would be able to prepare that by tomorrow noon."

Mother after a brief silence turned to Ruchi at her back and said to her, " Do not let Reddi ji do any thing hard for you." She appeared thoughtful.

Mrs. Sen smilingly looked at Reddi ji but he was amorously looking only at my wife. I saw Ruchi was facing his eyes with eve redness on her face. Her stare was down to floor and less mindful of people around her.

Reddi ji hesitantly stood and walked to front door and Ruchi followed him with out looking at anyone. (TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART17
I went after Mr. Sen who holding his glass in his hand walked towards door in the left of room. I saw Mrs. Sen gave mother another magazine to look and walked to kitchen.

I followed Mr. Sen in his softly lit study chamber. It was a medium sized room in outer periphery of building. The room was wall to wall carpeted in red and had a tasteful middle sized black glassed topped worktable before big lather resolving chair and three other lather chairs on other side of table. There were a series of almerahs lined up of books and files. Long reddish flowered curtains covered the wall all around the room except a small lather faced door at extreme right. I had an overall mysterious sexy feeling in it.

Mr. Sen holding his wineglass sat on that lather chair and waved me to that small door and said, " That door opens in bathroom and there are two doos there. The door on outer wall is for out of building. Go out and to back door of courtyard. It is open and you enter courtyard and there is round iron stair. " He said after a brief stillness, " You may remain in unobserved in dark and in case of any odd, immediately switch on the light in room and break in through window or may come to me here."

I hurriedly came out of building and found the way to round iron. Cautiously going up entered the dark of room and came to chair I had set behind middle window.

They had not yet come and it was calm dark beyond the window.

Standing on the side of chair I adjusted the worn curtain and peeped out through window for another minute and heard footsteps climbing the stairs. I was surprised by the delay they had made.

A minute later the out side light of greenhouse was switched on and I saw the interior of greenhouse was magically illuminated by milky brightness that was coming through the large white glass panes covering the its entire front that also included a yellow PVC door.

It had mat finished light pink PVC tiled floor. A series of green and red wooden benches in three tires were arranged along outer three walls and those were lined up by miniature trees grown in small chinese styled colorful rectangular pots.

Most of trees had familiar fruits and flowers in miniature diamond tinny sizes. For a moment I thought I was looking at Alice's Wonderland. I could see that the milky glass panels were actually windows that opened on upper hinges for partial sunlight as Reddi ji was telling my wife.

There was no bench placed beyond the wall before me except some earthenware on floor having fern like plants in height moderately above sill of window.

However three feet from the wall a beautiful two feet wide swing chair hanged through a thick varnished solid oak bar. It had a padded seat upholstered cloud blue and hanged by two chains hooked at both ends of oak bar. The chains were tied to a pulley hanging from a thick plastic white painted pipe grouted in the side-walls. The pulley had another thick blue plastic rope that had sliding steel catch that was anchored in a large hook on my side's wall. I could make out that by adjusting the catch position one could actually alter the height of chair from the floor.

The atmosphere was enough to melt juices from the femininity crack of my bonsai-loving wife for the man who had created it.

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For few minutes I heard movements out side of bonsai house. Perhaps they were looking at lants kept under full sun.

My ribs began feeling my pounding heart, sensing that was happening. It was like a miracle occurring before me. I had concealed me in dark to protect my wife from any wild moves from the mighty man of my company with whom she appeared to be now in love. What I was going to do in that event – to break in through window or running to Mr. Sen.

I was not certain but surely I had full confidence in my mother's abilities. Suddenly I remembered her reluctance in allowing Ruchi to go with Reddi ji. I had not thought of that but that certainly had some meaning. Instantly I recalled her words she had said once to me while I had trouble with my colleague to whom I considered my confidant, "Learn guarding personal naked secrets from third persons even if they know lot about that."

It was confusing but as I tailored that in present situation it gave a vision to me. At least now I was not going to run to Mr. Sen in case of any eventuality.

Then the yellow door opened and Reddi ji and Ruchi entered. In that filtered light I could see that he walked closely at her back almost clinging to her and his lips were drowned in her dense loose hairs. He was holding her right arm just below clump of loose glass bangles.

They came in and he with his left hand pushed back the yellow shutter to its frame.

She in black kurta and white tight slawar looked exotic in that picturesque house evenly filled in soft milky light.

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...to continue.
I had a clear view of greenhouse through the window and the split I had made in the synthetic pink plastic curtains that hanged other side of glass.

Reddi ji paused at entrance, and staying at back of my wife switched on the light. The greenhouse was lit by soft white florescent light that made the interiors look like a den of colorful diamonds. Exotic mini trees, lined on green and red plastic textured wooden benches were brimming with tinny fruits and bright colored miniature flowers all around the three sides before me.

I had a candid view of beaming Reddi ji, entering greenhouse behind Ruchi. She went tall to his shoulder height and he was almost touching her, and was tenderly holding her round rights arm loaded with black bangles.

Reddi ji was vigilant as if he was given a miss world for a night and he had to score marks for his manners. I couldn't imagine any other thing would have made him that excited. In those thirty seconds as they crossed the door I saw that at least five times he brought his lips to kiss her loose hairs. Ruchi was however not wholly aware of that.

Ruchi appeared completely dazzled by the interiors. I saw a marvel look in her eyes as they both passed through the leafless crab bush with tiny yellow orange and apples that surrounded the inner side of doorway.

In that soft white light she was looking equally romantic to her bright colorful neighboring. Her blazing black kurta fell little above to her knees, dbanging her round thighs tightly wrapped in white salwar. She still had those thin black duppata folds over he busts but not very carefully warped and the knot she had made at her navel was loose.

Her silky texture gave illusion of marble in that milky illumination. She did not have any winter aridness anywhere, even as an omission. I always ascribed that to her pre-bath coconut oil treatments.

Her feet looked brimming. She was wearing two- inch heeled calf lather sandals that had twin half-inch wide black straps, dotted with tinny jewel like white squares. One strap encased her delicate feet at middle while the other went near the base of her feet's fingers. At the back there was leather ankle strap with adjustable metal fastener. She had worn those at my insistence as they fitted with the environment of her black and white outfit, although those had airtight spongy foot-beds and that caused dampness in her sole and gave her prolonged lather musk.

The heels however gave her wide hips a pleasant prominence. In all she appeared a complete 'femininity-pack' for sin. Her eyes naturally went at right of door, as there was a red circular three-inch deep earthenware kept on pink plastic floor. It had a six-inch trunk base tree that went to her thigh's height and was crammed with little light green and yellowish leaves. Its roots were spread all over in the pot.

In that process she slightly came towards right of Reddi ji and I could have a view of his front. I couldn't believe, his huge penis was not hanging but it was erect and swelled and had stuffed his entire pant's face. It was downwards inclined and visible in its full length. The way it showed, it appeared to have a coupled strength of two unmated bulls.

Looking at that, a chill ran in my spine. How on earth one could have that force? Would it be possible for Ruchi to ever accommodate that in her smooth genitals irrespective of all her yearnings for his manly potentials?

Perhaps that was another reason he was keeping him well behind her.

Ruchi curiously looked at the plant's wonder while he, standing at her back sensuously kneed his lips to her right cheek and softly spoke, "This is trident maples, I found in a nursery in Pennsylvania."

She heard the whispered information as a flush of his breath's heat swept on her cheek and again validly looked at tinny leaves. Reddi ji slipped his hand over her silky arm he was holding and then brought back his fingers to her bangles.

She was next attracted to the left corner on my side where a one feet high marble white japanese lantern was placed on tiled floor. It was given japanese neighborhood by a two feet high mature black pine that had reverse upward taper on trunk.

Ruchi saw it with wide eyes and asked him, "Where you find such amazement's?"

He softly fondled her hips with the edge his groin carefully keeping his huge penis away from her. Ruchi turned her head back and looked in his eyes and said in overcast voice, "This lovely Japanese pair .Please let me see!"

She turned back and moved to the benches along the milky-glassed panels and Reddi ji followed her. I could see her generous hips evened with Reddi ji's powerful manly groin.

While moving forth those checkered painted, Ruchi looked in amazement at the captured trees in small pots and paused before an exotic six inches high shade tree that was placed on the bench top. It was more or less mayflower foliage that had bright small white and pink coneflowers like honeybees on a thick trunk.

She stayed there and looked as if it was a dream. Reddi ji moved his other hand to her other arm but she held his palm in her fingers and moved ahead.

Every thing there, appeared a part of miniature paradise. Ruchi holding his hand was struck with each plant and every time he had to softly press her waist by his arm to make her move. Reddi ji was virtually embracing her from back with a thin air between them. I recalled heavy natural scent of her hairs.

They came in center of den and then she scrutinizingly looked at the blue padded wooden swing chair of low back and the ropes attached to it.

After her disengagement from bonsai, an expression swept on her face exclusively that females inhibit while they suddenly find them alone with a desiring man. Perhaps for the first time she sensed her sensuous aloofness with Reddi ji.

Surely, she was dangerously close to him for the first time. Her eyelids became hazy and as she turned towards him her belly almost touched Reddi ji's unbuttoned and swinging blazer. That made him loosing his hold over him and I saw his face turned hot in few seconds. He could have taken her in his arms at the next moment but she softly stepped back and sat on the hanging chair. Her feet were touching the neat pink floor.

That was the first time when her eyes went to his front and saw his bursting pants by huge obliquely erect penis. Her eyes remained glued in a deadlock for few moments and then she aimlessly turned her face towards the wall in her front. Her lips were open and she made an attempt to ignore him by closing and opening her thighs twice in succession. The hue on her cheeks was evident and she looked like a bovine female who was vigilant of a bull with drawn-out penis hanging to ground.

Reddi ji like a lawbreaker helplessly saw her turning her stare from him.

She ignored to further look at him and moved her eyes at the blue rope and its catch anchored on wall hook. Her lips were sensuously parted as she asked, " What you do with it?"

Reddi ji, ruled by desire spoke, "To Raise this chair!"

She looked above at ceiling and pulley from which the chair hanged and said that appeared sexy to me, " Then, raise!"

"Sure." Reddi ji said lovably looking in her eyes.

However I saw that he had no control towards the decency of his pants. He was like a naked slave before the queen.

He hardly smiled as he moved his manly body to wall and carefully pulled the rope inch by inch till her head touched the ceiling. She sensuously looked down at him as he adjusted the catch and anchored that in wall hook.

Reddi ji poured down salvia in his throat and moved back below the hanging seat and looked at her feet in sandals hanged before his face. Her red polished nails and bichua {silver toe ring with a small artful crown, Indian women wear in feet's finger as a wedding sign} seeable through the sandals were at breath distance from Reddi ji.

I had never seen her like that. Dazed in air, she tightly held the arms of chair and stared at Reddi ji standing below her. Some of her open long hairs were now sweeping on her face. Her legs were adequately parted to show inner thigh's lines quite inside below her kurta. From that low angle her breast's rounds made a luscious foreground to her oval face in air.

Reddi ji standing there was quite near to me. I could distinctly sense the angled stretch of his hung penis.

For few moments his face was motionless near her feet but he could not hold him any longer and the moment came!

He lost his breath and with out looking at her put his lips over the middle leather strap of her right sandal and kissed that. I saw Ruchi looked down from air in dilemma at the powerful man twice of her age going down at her feet.

That first kiss lost his sense of wrong or right and he delicately held that sandal in his right hand and put his lips over the smooth feet and like a child aroused by a new plaything kissed that at least five times. Then he slipped his lips and kissed her feet all over between her ankle and mid strap and moving over lather strips placed his mouth on that silver junior wedding ring in her second finger. In a further rag he put his right cheek on her exposed feet and rubbed over it kissing smoothness of polished elongated tapering nails. His fury gradually slowed down and for few minutes he remained motionless keeping his cheek over her feet and that looked to me temporary disorder of his breath.

Ruchi was voicelessly looking down with sultrily eyes and her feet tensed in his hand.

He regained some of his breath and slipped his hand up over her pulpous calf and his fingers to her knees. Then with out looking at her he raised his face and rubbed his lips over the ruffled folds of white salwar.

Ruchi 's face was swamping in an unfamiliar sexual excitability. She had tightly held the arms of chair and was looking down at Reddi ji.

I was not sure if that was his extraordinary manly force or his prolonged exile from womanly pleasure; he was fast loosing his hold over his sex controlling organs.

As his face was submerged in the feet of my lady, he brought his other hand down to his strained front and tried to adjust the thick cloth of pant over the enslaved painful swell. Toiling there for some time he slid his hand in his loose pocket and again tried to adjust discomfort by his fingers and then in fury he achingly opened the chain and inserted his fingers inside the front opening.

I saw Ruchi staring that.

He dipped his hand deeper through the opening and struggled with harder penis and his underwear. From my side through the split in his pants I could see that he was wearing a loose home made blue underwear that was like a baggy shorts.

At last, completely whipped by loosing senses, he almost broke the blue wears and brought out his penis from that and then it self-movingly came out in air.

The huge penis drenched by glimmer fluid, the thought of which was scaring every one for four days, came out from his pants and went little less than nine inches straight parallel to floor. It was a vast dark sexual organ with hairs around its base and surging veins all though its length. For a moment I thought that Reddi ji's wife was rightly panicky of that.

Fewer hairs but showing two distinct bang-up testicles of an uncivilized horse surrounded the two-inch diameter log that emerged in air. Twin distinct zigzag-inflated veins ran along the length and at least two enlarged vessels were visible encircling the beam in middle zone. The foreskin was stretched to the base of the peeled head, had folds muffled below its rim. His penis had a notable singularity; the mushroom head in its two inches length was sharply tapering from thick circumference to a pointed tip like the nose of rocket. The wild organ swayed horizontally straight and jerking upward off- and- on

I saw Ruchi was shaky as she looked at him from air. Reddi ji however didn't looked up and leaving that penis straight in air held her hanging sandal in his hand and began kissing her feet, this time wildly.

That was remarkable as I had been always seeing Reddi ji as the master of my giant mill having last word over thousands of employees.

Little later her lips went dry and she withdrew her feet from his hold. He vividly tried to hold that and for the first time he looked up at her with solicit eyes as she quietly spoke, " What are you dooooing...please bring me down. Please!"

Reddi ji looked at the withdrawn pleasure and then as a guilt-ridden child quietly moved towards me to wall. His footsteps appeared saggy with his swaying penis below his solid groin. He stood near the wall and loosened the catch to carefully lower her around his shoulders level.


Ruchi now sat on chair was looking at the yellow door and her feet hanged about two feet above ground. Her face was red and her hands rested on her lap. Reddi ji turned and moved at her front and peeked in her coarse eyes and his penis swayed above the seat near to her belly.

The other peculiarity I noticed was that penis was drawing heavy and smelling liquids from his inner. It seemed that God had consciously made a self-lubrication mechanism with massive genital structures for comfort of ladies.

The sudden exposure of that wild smelling penis had completely muted my wife. Her face was red and Reddi ji's straight penis was nearly touching her navel. I sensed that once it had come out from his pants and it was now too late for him to consider fears of annoying her and also for her to ask him keep constraints until he was entitled for that.

She leaned back on the edge of blue stuffed back of chair and her eyes were almost closed but her reddened thick lips still had a gap between them. I unmistakably saw thread like open slit along the base of her eyes sedately aimed at the man before her.

He kneeled forward and brought his lips near her blearily open mouth. For few moments of hesitation they remained separated by a mat of air.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART18
From that distance I noticed that her scolding could keep him restrained only for a while and now again he began to loose his hold over him and abruptly knelt to put his wide mouth over her thick lips. She remained still and even did not move her lips. Preciously for a minute he remained unshaken and then he softly once kissed her lips.

I had a continues flow of pre-cum. To me, it appeared that each of us was melting in same heat.

Then he showed some restrain and his mouth tranquilly rested on her lips. He slowly raised his hand, and brought that to her head and began caressing her loose hairs. That was peerless: –their lips had been on each other for more than a minute but he had not kissed her twice.

Keeping his mouth over her lips he slowly moved his hand from her head to her breasts. I saw that she stared at him through the tinny slit through her closed eyes - and a moment after she too softly kissed him once.

That made Reddi ji's erect log to sway upwards. All that happened just three and half feet from my place.

I recalled that marriage function! In four days only the distances across the seas had merged in a line!

That receipt of his kiss made him in complete fury, and he began kissing - and gradually sucking together both of her lips.

It was a fierce desire of man burning for relief after being given such access to a woman. She let him do and entirely shut her eyes as he kissed, sucked and kissed in continued delirium.


Reddi ji possibly discovered that by ferocious actions he might make female uneasy, he broke and softly slipped his mouth to her cheeks and to forehead and kissed the red bindia . He then tenderly brought his lips to her closed eyes and rested them there, erratically kissing her eyelids before he again moved his lips to suck her lower lip.

She silently sat supporting her on the back of chair and let him play with her femininity. His naked erect log was swaying and few times as he leaned to kiss her forehead, it rubbed her belly.

While Reddi ji had her lower lip in his mouth and his fingers were playing with her hairs, he held her right palm resting on her lap and gradually hauled to his oscillating penis and let her fingers touch that. She jerked, and opened her heavy eyelids twice in succession. She withdrew her lips from his mouth and looking down pulled her hand to the wooden arm of the chair.

However she voluntarily compensated the loss, and brought her mouth again to her lips and let him continue that kissing rag. His every kiss was turning her eyes hazier -- and then he gradually slipped his lips to her cheek and kissed near her nose.

Some more moments passed ; he vividly moved his lips to her right earlobe and whispered some words, but she pushed back his lips by her same ear. He kissed her right cheek and again whispered – this time closer to her ear. She then momentarily opened her eyes, and not looking at him negatively oscillated her head. That made him gloomy to slip his lips to her head ; and submerge in the deluge of her loose hairs.


It appeared that Reddi ji was conscious that any aggressive move might again deprive him of womanly pleasures for uncertain limits. She slowly knelt forward and sunk her head in his chest and let his lips play with her hairs. He then gradually lowered his right hand over her back, and gradually sneaked that below her duppata to her left breast. That breast was on the farther side ; I couldn't see much but he was gentle , and that was my immediate concern.

She was melting ; probably his hand's movements on her swelled breast made her windy to shrink more in his blazer, and softly kiss his chest. That gave me idea that he was very slowly messaging her breast.

I suddenly became conscious that she was not wearing the bra.

I saw, Reddi ji was repeatedly fleeting his hand to his pants over his duck egged hang. He again slipped his lips from her hairs to her left ear, and kissing her earlobe whispered some thing, but she remained still in his chest. He repeated that almost hissing in extreme load of heaviness, and then again resumed his lips to her hairs.

Few moments after I saw that she slightly leaned submerging her more in his blazer. And then she slowly moved her left hand from her lap and coursed that up. To my amazement, she took her hand to his swaying penis, and scrutinizingly held that at its mid by the end of her fingers.

Eased from the safety concerns of my wife , I was now having continuous flow of pre-cum in my underwear.

With out raising her head from his chest, and even not looking down, she softly pressed her long finger tips at the mid of his massive log. Her fingers remained still for couple of minutes but that made Reddi ji to sink his entire face in her head that was resting on his chest and his hand moving healthier over her breast.

She shifted herself and pivoting her upper forehead on his chest looked below and making a frangible move of her fingers pulled his foreskin towards the base. She did it few times before Reddi ji brought his hand down and guided her fingers to improve her hold. That made her fingers encircled over the circumference of log at its mid. Her hand being on my side, I could better see that she was loosely holding the thick erect rod and her fingers were insufficient to complete the round. It was like a bird trying to capture an oak tree by her paw. Once she held that better, Reddi ji brought back his hand over her loose hairs. I saw her keeping her fingers enclosed on the log; she leaned ahead and completely sunk her in his chest and let him enjoy the ecstasy of her
Probably her fingers over Reddi ji's massive log were much for him to bear. I saw that in few minutes his stem began to stagger and she too felt that in her hold. That induced Reddi Ji to slip his hand from her hairs to her other breast, which was on my side.

I saw him sliding his palm mildly over her raised softness below thin duppata. He didn't exert more pressure than a butterfly would have done.

I could make out from the contours of her kurta that Reddi ji was using only the tip of his stretched forefinger over her nipple. She was comfortably letting him play with her breasts; that further wronged the apprehensions about his inability to behave with women. His massive genitals didn't appear disagreeable to women.

I was looking towards his penis as her fingers over his massive dark trunk were of more concerning to me than her breast area.

I could see her playing with his erect log as she softly began to pull his skin towards its base and that stretched the fold below its tapered head. She did that few times and than stretched it more and kept that taunt for some time. That made Reddi ji to momentarily jerk his groin back. She didn't care and mercilessly pulling down skin slowly slipped her fingers towards the base. That made the log upwards towards her.

She loosened her grip and moved her enclosed fingers lightly over the penis down and than up. She did that few times and that really made the man sinking on his legs and twisting.

He raised his left hand from her nipple and gradually moved up along her kurta to top line and softly inserted his fingers beneath the thin cloth. I could trace his finger lines below her thin clothe gradually sinking over her mound and that was the direct first contact he had with any private part of my wife.

She realigned her in his chest for lessening the twist of his hand. He had his fingers directly over her small but thick nipple. Her eyes were again closing.

She did not move her head but looking again from slit below her closed eyes rearranged her fingers around the periphery of log and raised it up so the top of it was nearer to her. She quietly looked at it for some moments and then stretched the skin downwards and saw its dilation with little pre-cum

To my amazement she again slowly shifted her head in his chest and opening her eyes moved her other hand from her lap towards the penis head. She then, with her fore finger and thumb delicately held the base of crown over the muffled folds of skin just below the mushroom base.

Keeping her full palm grasp at mid of rod by one hand she lightly pressed her thumb and finger of other hand over the base of head saw its further dilation as two more drops of pre-cum seeped up from the reddish cut.

She then, by her finger lightly touched the peeled red skin of head wiped the pre-cum drops by the tip of her forefinger finger and then drew back that hand to her lap.

Reddi ji surged back but still he had his face sunk in her head in her hair cushion and his both hands were playing lightly over her bosoms.

Although Ruchi had removed her fingers from the head of his penis but was continuously looking at the head of his penis just below her eyes.

Yes! She granted it. She lowered her head four inches more and her lips came over the reddened pealed head of his penis. She kissed that once and then raised her head.

That made Reddi ji almost breaking and he moved out both of his hands from her bosoms to her cheeks in his chest. He then tenderly raised her face up and she opened her faint eyes and looked at him still holding his log at it's mid

He raised her chin by his right hand and her partly open lipstick coated thick red lips already wet by his salvia came just below his mouth and he put his lips over them. He kissed and this time she also kissed back and then they both kissed each other more than a dozen time.

He then lovably raised his mouth and slipping over via her nose and eyes went to her forehead and put his lips over her red bindia, the red circular sticker at the center.


She let him move his lips around her bindia and was holding his erect pole in her palm. She then raised her other hand from her lap and took that in the hairs of Reddi ji.

After a minute She drew her face back and looking in his eye spoke to Reddi ji, "Mrs. Sen was telling mother that your wife is scared of you?"

I drew my ear near the hole; I had made in the lower corner window glass that nicely hid in the fern plant on other side.

Reddi ji kissed her lips once and looked in her eyes as he spoke softly, "Tell me, do you feel scared?"

She whispered, "I don't know!"

He faintly smiled and lowering his face kissed her lips and then took his left hand below her duppata and pressed her breast few times little harder, saying, " Tell me.... tell..."

"I .......Seeiii.....I.....don't..... knoooo...w.....seeeiiieee .....pleeeassee .....noooo...not that hard .......pleeassee..." She twisted her chest and by other hand tried to restrain his hand pressing her breast , still having her palm around his rigid rod.

A little later he left her breast and resumed his palm on her cheek and kissed her lips.

After a brief silence he said, " Unfortunately she is scared of every thing. Even from her own. I know what you are holding is very large. Is it my fault? We had wedding night and initially she took that many times and after all she was pregnant by this." He said kissing her cheek, " I had a feeling that ladies rather enjoy bigger force."

She modestly blushed and asked, "Than why she should be scared now?"

Ignoring her blush he continued, "If you see her you would find her sick and struggling with her every time ..... confused.......she thinks males are immoral and women should keep away from them......... doctors told her a frigid." His face became grim as he further spoke, " I had difficult wedding night but never thought it would be separation like this."

"Then?" She curiously asked.

Reddi ji held her hand and playing her hairs by other hand asked, " If you tell me one thing truthfully ...I may interpret her later responses."

Her eyes were surprised, " Me..... what?"

He kissed her hairs and said, " Do you enjoy doing with your husband?"
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART19

I saw a huge blush suddenly overwhelmed her face as he looked at her for answer .She spoke , " I don't know." And quickly drew her face inside of his chest.

He kissed her head rippling behind his blazer and took his lips near her ear and whispered, " Tell me truly if you can "

She didn't spoke and he tapped top of her head. She lowered her face more in his chest and her fist made a stray motion on his penis. He inserted his fingers between his chest and her forehead and tapped that.

Then she giggly rubbed her forehead in his chest and spoke "Yes!" and sunk her again in him.

"How many time you normally do in a night?" He asked huskily.

After a brief silence she said, "Two...but mostly one in morning." She spoke hazily with out moving her head but I saw that her fingers stretched his foreskin harder towards testicles.

Reddi ji brought his hand down to restrain her hands and said, "But she had never enjoyed. There after unluckily during delivery she had terrible labor problem and that wholly hit her head. She became scared to death even to sit on bed with me."

"You didn't do after?" She asked still keeping her resting partially below his blazer.

"Some times I could convince her but she would start crying at the first touch.....that is the bad story .......I will tell you some time. I consulted doctors and they found her unloving as ice." He said grimly, " I am not lucky like your husband."

She spoke still holing his penis, " Why! You have that big position!"

"That is not every thing on earth!"

"What else you wanted?" She asked.

Reddi ji again kissed her forehead and huskily spoke, "A pleasing wife like you!"

She momentarily looked at him and said, " You are getting every thing you wish!"

He held her other hand on her lap, " Like a thief......"

She had amazement in her eyes, " But you have impressed mother!"

"And you?" He asked huskily.

After longer silence she said, " You know that ......... I am married."

He pressed his hand over her nipple that was towards my side and said, " What made mother that upset? "

"I don't know?" she said.

"Did Sen talked her at some time? He acts mysteriously at times. I mostly found my wife would become more upset when tried to pacify her. "

"I haven't seen that?" Ruchi said from his chest and making a motion of her finger's enclosure over the rod, "Mother understands every one. She she loves you. Why do you care for any one? What about Mrs. Sen."

"Oh! She is great lady indeed! Very understanding and loving every one." He said in promising words.

I saw Ruchi tightened he grip over the rod and asked in lowest possible voice, " If you don't feel bad of this .....do you have some secrets with her .....I mean like me."

I saw she spoke most husky voice and moved her fingers from mid to his testicles and held them in her palm.

Reddi ji kissed her hairs and said, "Believe me, I know many think like that, but I have never looked her in that way, never. If you really ask me she is like a loving friend in many ways." After a brief silence he spoke again, "It was she who told me that if I wanted a happy family then I should never make any discomfort to you in any way. She did every thing to bring us close. Is it not?"

She raised her face and he kissed her forehead before she sunk again in his chest. She was trying to capture his one testicle in her fingers and that jerked Reddi ji. Her hard hold over his bags made him little taunt.

"I am surprised what exactly made mother that upset?...... because we sat that close?" He again asked her and pressed his finger harder over the raised kurta over her nipple.

"Seeiii .....may be! "

"But she was permissive of that arrangement ..... my wife living here .......and mean you live with me...even she talked about it...."

Ruchi had a faint smile as she said, "That is no way .....I think she meant that after your wife agreed.......to live here with daughter ... and ...you do not do with her ........I mean that .....than you may get me once a while..... that was for in no way you to make open line to her daughter-in-law and that too before her eyes."

He held her face in his both hands and raised that before him and put his lip over her reddened lips and kissed for longer time. She enclosed her palm over the bag and thinly kissed his lips once.

She said looking in his eyes said, " I wonder why you can't talk to her if you have problems. No one can help like her for your family."

He held her face again and began sucking her lips while she played with his testicles.

He was becoming desperate and after a couple of minutes he disconnected her lips from him and said, " Mrs. Jay, I know we can not do it now. I have not seen any woman in more than three years. Tomorrow I shall be away for a month.......believe me I have not slept after seeing you that day and I am sure would not be able to lay on bed for next one month........."

He hesitantly paused and she looked at him and took off her hand from his penis and placed that on his chest. He was still keeping her face in his both hands.

She looked in his heavy eyes and swallowed salvia.

He said, " Can I take some pleasure before I go for that long." He looked desperate.

She was listening him through her open eyes. She said softly, "You are taking that."

He said, " No..... I mean rubbing it."

She lowered her eyes at his up angled erect penis waving just above her lap.

She with a faint smile extended her right hand and hold the hard log at its mid in her three fingers and slipped them down and up.

He put his hand over her slipping on that rod and holding it raised it to his lips and kissed and said, " no.....I mean at that place," he waved his finger to her legs but she looked blankly at him.

He said in over cast words, " I mean...at your urine place, there." He again waved his finger towards her lap.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART 20


I saw a bump of blood rushed to my wife's face and she looked at him with wide eyes.

Before she could speak he held her face in both of his hands and pulled her in his chest. Her lips were pressed on the sports shirt open by his unbuttoned blazer.

He then pulled her face back and raised it and kissed. She looked in his eyes.

She spoke in uncertainty; " You are not permitted for that."

He hazily spoke, " No.....I mean if you keep you salwar wearing.....only if you permit."

He was loosing his legs against the combined weight of him and sex. He lowered his mouth and put that over his lips began sucking them.

Ruchi raised her arms and encircled his neck and let him suck her lips.

There was a tap on the door.

He abruptly disengaged his mouth from her lips and looked towards the door. Ruchi too jerked back her arms from him and made a quick two feet jump from chair and hurriedly rearranging her, stood behind the bench along milky glass and assumed looking at bonsai.

Reddi ji hastily in frenzy withdrew his drawn-out erect penis in his pants and tried to half stuff that in his underwear and pulled the chain. He went to door and opened that and quickly retreated and stood at the back of hanging chair.

Mrs. Sen came in that gleaming den, and looked at Ruchi standing besides a mini Oak tree. She beamed mysteriously as she said, " What is going on here? It is now already 20minutes. Should I ask Shankar to adjourn the table? "

Ruchi nervously looked at her not exposing any thing to her eyes but Reddi ji said swallowing part of his words, " Mrs. Sen indeed, you are so generous. We are just getting there in ten minutes."

With out wasting precious time Mrs. Sen spoke, " Every one is busy with other. Sen has taken Jay to class. I hope you are not making her mother-in-law worrying for long. I am asking Shankar to bring meal to table. At best you two can have ten maximum minutes."

She hastily moved out and shut the door for him.

Reddi ji swiftly came behind Ruchi standing besides the bench and put entire of him clinging to her. He encircled her in her arms surrounding her belly and his full groin pressed her hip's mounds.

He lowered his lips and displacing her open hairs from her back began slipping them over her neck and flat back. Gradually he raised his right hand from her belly to over her right breast. I couldn't see him managing his hand on her firm round softness but it didn't irk Ruchi and he managed staying there.

That tender messaging made Ruchi to fall backwards over the standing man already covering her from behind from her neck to toe.


He softly made her to turn towards him by a light twist of his right hand over her breast. She was now pressed between that checkered painted bench at her back and huge Reddi ji at her front who had his mouth over her lips. He flattened her bit more by pushing his groin and encircled her waist by his arms.

For the first time they were in grain to grain contact with each other.

Gradually his right hand moved up to her head and began fondling her open hairs. She was fully covered by huge Reddi ji but I could make from my place the exact movements.

This went on for couple of minutes and then he gently guided her towards swing chair keeping her fully embraced in his arms and not loosing his lips contact for a second. They came very near to me and as she stood there I saw her loose vast hairs were dominating her back and his embracing arms over her waist.

He disengaged his lips from her and slipped them over her cheek to her ear and murmured, which was too low to come to me through that two-inch hole in that glass. She listened and crushed her in his body and I saw his hands tightened the grip of her wide hips below flowing hairs. I didn't think that there was any space left between them.

What looked impossible a day back was now before me. She was my wife who wore that dazzling black and white salwar suit, with out bra and was clinging to the chief of my mill from head to toe.

He again murmured in her ear! A minute again he loosened his hands around her and after a silence she raised her head and looked at yellow door and sat on that neat pink PVC floor. While sitting she held the hem of back of her kurta and raised it above her hips and sat with her salwar resting on floor. She was facing towards me and that hanging chair was little off right to her above her head. He followed and sat on floor along her at her left.

He took her left fingers in his hand and raising his hand kissed her fingers while keeping his other hand on her breast , he smoothly shoved her backwards and she laid on her back on the floor and then stretched her feet towards the wall.


She was drowning in ecstasy and had put her one arm below her head and was looking down at him. Her face and eyes had the familiar heaviness of sex.

He moved his hand to her calf and towards knees and then to her thighs and gradually slipped them below her kurta. From that little distance I could trace his fingers moving over her thighs up and up to her closed leg joint clad in white slawar. That sent a huge reddish gush o Ruchi's face.

With his other hand he held the hem of her kurta and turned the cloth to her belly. That exposed his hand placed over her salwar top and some of her naked belly. I saw my wife twisted her belly up and side ways and momentarily looking at him brought her other hand to her salwar top and slipped the knot of tie cord inside salwar and rested her palm just above the exposed belly.

Reddi ji keeping his hand over her legs joint sat on his knees opened his fly and dipping his hand in cut drew out his half stuffed penis from blue baggy underwear.

The penis was again out and swayed unrestrained in air above the thigh area of my wife. This time it was with lot of fluid glittering in soft fluorescent light.

He held her hand resting on her belly and guided that to his erect log. She took that at its mid again in her three long fingers and this time moved them over half of its length nor very much caring the fluid over it. That even released more liquid as I sensed through the little window glass hole that a pungent smell was dispensing in air.

She looked at him and raising her knees folded her legs upwards. Then he softly slipped his hand between her thighs near their joint. Although her thighs were closed but their pulpiness gave him some initial passage and he separated them from little to more and more.

Her raised knees gave me a view of her dimpled pulpous hips clad in white salwar resting on the floor.

Her legs warped in white salwar were quite open now and with one extended hand she was holding his penis. I saw her curiously looking at his penis through hazy eyes.

Though the salwar was tight on thighs up to their rims but the cloth went little loose between them. He lowered him in her openness and alternately kissed her both thighs and then slipped to the cloth over the joint seat. That really sent a shiver to Ruchi and she vaguely readjusted her on floor.

Reddi ji now moved towards wall and squatting on his knees moved him between her legs. However this movement slipped his penis from Ruchi's hold. As he moved further his swaying penis gradually came nearer and nearer to her covered seat between thighs.


The penis was only six inches from the precious female place and it began to jerk and discharge viscous smelling liquid mostly sticking the peeled head. He hold it near its base and swayed at right to touch its tip to her right thigh over her salwar and that was the first contact his naked penis made with her. Then He put his hand on her raised right knee and slightly moved inwards and that made a reasonable contact of at least half of his penis length with her salwar.
I could see his penis resting over her warped mushy inner thigh as he rubbingly slid it on her salwar and his hand was trembling while he rubbed his penis over her thigh. That rubbing on the cloth of her salwar wiped most of fluid from his penis and it looked dried-up.

Reddi ji further slipped on floor till his penis head just touched her flat seat between her open thighs. He remained there holding that in his hand and straggly waving its head brushing to her salwar. The head however began again wetting and spilling out smelly fluid streaks.

A small forward movement made the penis head pressing over her femininity. She looked down between her legs as he wandered the head starkly over loose cloth of salwar. Gradually the sidelong sways were constrained to the thin precious patch, which covered her crack.

Ruchi lay on floor with her arm below her head. I could well conceive that she was letting Reddi ji do his wish as a best possible farewell treat to him. She was simply looking down at him with open misty eyes.

He again put his hands on both of her raised knees and pulled them outwards till her folded legs nearly touched the floor and that made her thighs widely open to maximum. I knew that if she had not been wearing salwar, her crack would have decently opened itself to some extent even exposing some of her extremely private hairs inside the inner folds of lower folds between the bottom of front slit and her asshole, which mostly remained unattended while shaving.

The opening of her thighs that wide, made Reddi ji extremely defenseless as I could see from his uncontrolled erect penis jerking up and side ways. He held penis in his hand and put it directly over her slit near bottom of hips. It was rightly over the entering hole.

He pressed his hips to push his wounding penis head through the loose cloth to a depth as much he could. For a moment I felt he was going to punch her salwar.

Ruchi had closed her eyes before his maddening passion. This continued for a while and she began to feel his strong thrusts even though those were restrained by her salwar.

I saw my wife biting her lower lip between her teeth and spoke in over cast voice, " Sssee..... Sseeeii .......not so hard..... please ...slow..." and she slightly opened and closed her thighs twice in a row.

Sensing her uneasiness he slowed down and little later moved back and kissed her feet strapped in sandals and resting on floor and at this time I saw his penis bit had pushed the white cloth at least five millimeters in her hole.

That instantaneously reminded me that she had stopped wearing her underwears due to itching problems in last few days.

His inclined jerking log was spilling almost continuos smelling fluid.

He came up again near to her front seat between thighs and desperately moved his hand towards the tie cord of her salwar that she had well slipped below the cloth. Before he could pull that out from concealment, she jerked and instantaneously extended her hand and checked him by holding his hand firmly. I saw anger in her eye that was more like scolding a bad child.

That made Reddi ji to hold his penis at its bottom and he began furiously striking its head over her covered crack mostly at the spot where he had drilled her salwar cloth. Once, when an extreme frenzy nearly maddened him, he up lifted her legs in air and severely pressed both of her pulpy thighs on his log glittering by fluid.

Although Ruchi's eyes were hazy but she was calm and completely gave her to him for his pleasure. She adjusted her head again over her folded arm and closed her eyes.

Reddi ji again put his penis stab over sunken cloth spot and tried to push it but the cloth had its limitations. Suddenly I saw a gush of fury came in him and he began severely rubbing and pushing his penis all over her covered crack and then he looked helpless.

It was not visible to me but Ruchi too sensed that quite late. She twitched and slipped backward on the floor and that separated her from Reddi ji squatting on his knees. Her legs were widely open and she raised her head and looked between her thighs.

Reddi ji had cum on her salwar over her crack while he was furiously rubbing his penis over it. Now as she had slipped on floor upward, he was cumming and cumming on floor. She quickly jerked her hand and extending that between her open thighs to hold the salwar in her two fingers and raising the wet cloth and looked at it.

Yes! It was wet.......not wet but soaked in thickest viscous semen that had spread on cloth all around to her thighs. She had almost weeping eyes. Reddi ji, holding his penis was still spilling semen on that white viscous pool he had made on neat slippery pink floor.

Ruchi holding drenched soppy cloth in her fingers looked desperately at Reddi ji and nearly squealed, " Uei bhagwan {Oh God}, what you have done, how I will go down."
(to be continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART 21

Reddi ji looked at her like a third degree convicted man as she nervously looked around in that greenhouse.

Reddi ji was still cumming on floor but holding his penis in hand he raised himself and pulled small white handkerchief from his deep pocket and put that between her open soaked thighs and pressed. In the process he leaked some of his semen over the slawar wrapped over her calf.

Ruchi quickly pulled her folded leg up and desperately looked at that fresh sticky spot on her salwar and then she saw the extensive thick pool of his semen on the floor. He was still holding his half-erect penis and draining the remaining streaks from his testicles. She took the kerchief from him and slipped back more on floor keeping her lower half carefully open.

She placed handkerchief over her drenched salwar and pressed for some time and then she raised that and holding it at its corner by her fingers saw it. It was equally soaked but she put it again between open thighs and pressed her thighs for quite a time. She then opened her legs and removed it and again saw at her salwar between thighs and kerchief but it had already done its work almost to its capacity and there was no use of it putting there again.

She holding her raised slawar in fingers, nervously looked at Reddi ji who was on his knees holding his penis and was still adding a thin streak of semen to the vast pool he had made on the floor. She threw that soppy little cloth piece towards him and looked around obviously for a cloth, but there was no such thing around.

Reddi ji took that useless drenched kerchief and put that over the vast pool. His semen streak connecting him to that pool had nearly ended. He tried to absorb that pool in cloth but that little cloth itself became a part of the extensive pool.

Ruchi having no option held her drenched salwar in her two fingers and pulled the soapy cloth to its maximum, not more than a centimeter and jerked wetness up and down few times in air. Little after she desperately left that and stood from floor and rearranged her to her best. The saturated part of her salwar well hid below her dark black kurta except few stains over her calf area but those didn't have their own strength to attract any attention.

Reddi ji too stood and saw that big pool and the kerchief in that. He took his still live penis back in underwear and pant and pulled back his fly. He and Ruchi nervously saw the pool and looked around. A moment later Ruchi moved to the black pine bonsai that was kept along the Japanese lantern and slid it and placed over the kerchief and pool.

I stood from that stray chair carefully not to make it squeak and slowly went out of room and stood at the head of round iron stairs. The courtyard below was clear and looked lifeless. I came down and walked out through the same back door by which I had come.

I was thinking about my future. I was sure that for me and my family our middle-class days are almost over. But with what price? The kind of attraction and bond was building up between Ruchi and Reddi ji, I was almost sure that they will mate again and again in the coming future. Reddi ji was a powerful man and Ruchi was almost in love with Reddi ji. No power on earth can now stop them to copulate. My mother already gave Reddi Ji her permission to mate with my wife if his wife comes here to stay with him. I knew that though I was very fond of sex and always tried to give her as much sexual pleasure as I could, but still I was no match with that powerful weapon of Reddi Ji. After tonight’s incident Reddy Ji and Ruchi will start fucking regularly in the coming days and I will have to keep my mouth shut. I could see that there was a fair chance that Ruchi may try to breed with Reddy ji also. For the betterment of my family I will have to allow that also otherwise I will not only loose my job and my families support but also my beautiful wife. I took my decision right then. I wanted to see the end of that drama.


And after 2 years of that night’s dinner incident………now I feel that I took the perfect decision and all the assumption about my wife that I assumed that night is shockingly true.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

BECAUSE HE FITS WELL



"Would you mind very much?" Monisha asked in a shaky voice, looking down at the carpet, not at me.

I couldn't answer for a long time. I was poleaxed, breathing fast, and feeling light-headed. "You can't expect me to like it" I said: "but I can't stop you, can I?"

The whole idea felt bad – bad at a deep, animal level that I couldn't even begin to put into words. Monisha tried hard to explain, and it all made sense, but it didn't make me feel any better.

"Before I die I want to make love with someone who fits me. I love you, but I don't know what it's like to be able to do anything that comes into my head without worrying it's going to hurt like hell. Look, I'm forty, sweetheart. I'm beginning to bulge. My bum gets bigger by the week. And what happened to the bust that used to support itself? For a while, just for a while, I want to be a complete different woman. Is that so terrible?"

"No, no, it's not terrible. I know. I do know. If you'd been a bit bigger, and I'd been a bit smaller, it would have been perfect. I'm not that big, I don't think, but you're, well, minute really. I've always had to take such care, not to push too hard, not to forget myself."

"You will be careful, won't you? I know you are, but please. Yes, I know you like it with my bottom in the air, I do too, but you bash me. No, I can't bring my legs up. I'd like to as well, but I can't. Perhaps if I keep my hand round it? No, don't even try that, please, darling, please. How about in my cleavage? I know it's not the same. It's not the same for me, either. You don't know how badly I want you inside me. How about my mouth? I'll make it really good. Don't move too much, though. I can use my hands, if you try not to get it in my hair, or in my eye again. Oh, all right, but please be careful. Let me do the moving, OK? Lie still. Keep your bottom down. No, you mustn't buck like that. You'll spoil it. I'll have to stop. Please, no, I'm still bruised inside from Sunday. Maybe tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after."

"I don't want anyone else, I'm too tied in to you, always have been. But I don't blame you. You deserve some, well, fun I suppose. . ."

"Oh, you're very sweet to me. But won't it be painful for you?"

"I expect it will. I hate the thought, really. I can't, I don't want to think about it. But what would be the point of playing the tough guy? You'd only resent me. You might hate me. You might start having someone else on the quiet. I'll just have to hope you don't fall in love and leave me for good. I suppose you've got someone lined up?"

She blushed, and looked down again.

"I thought I might invite Rajat to stay for a few days," she said shakily. "If that's all right. If he'll come." She looked up at me. I shrugged, and tried to smile.

Rajat. Yes. The quiet, gentlemanly, not exactly handsome bachelor she went to client meetings with. Who went miles out of his way to take her places? The one to whom she said "Hello, it's me," when she called him at the office. The one who had taken her to meet his mother on the way to the airport, not that it was on the way. The one she stays at the same hotel with, when she goes to her office tour thrice a year. There some times when she called me at bedtime, and talked in a strange way that gave the impression she wasn't alone. The one who always had the next seat to her at the office party or the theatre. He had probably adored her for years. People did, without her ever guessing.

"Well, of course he will. He'd have to be a complete idiot not to, wouldn't he? Any man worthy of the name would crawl over fifteen miles of broken glass to get to you. As a matter of fact, I thought the two of you might have, you know, already?"

"Oh, no, never. But we've been thrown together so much over the years. We've never touched, though, only a peck on the cheek now and again."

She was sobbing and laughing at the same time now.

"I saw him in swimming trunks at the last conference. Well, to be honest, I saw him without them too – the secretaries debagged him and pushed him in the pool. He's a bit white and podgy. Well, aren't we all these days? But he looks, you know, manageable."

"You mean tiny?"

She nodded, sniffing.

"Yes. No. Not tiny. Sort of dinky."

"Huh. That would make most husbands feel pretty good, wouldn't it? Why is it like an arrow through my heart?"

We were both laughing now.

"Could I, could I tell him you don't mind too much? Just this once?"

"Oh, whatever. I know you'll be delicate. But look, I want him to know I love you, and don't want to lose you. Hell, I want you to know that, too. Do you want me to go away for a few days? To my parents'? Take the dog? I haven't got any urgent jobs on."

"Oh, sweetie, I don't want to throw you out of your own home. Just give me a bit of space, that's all. I know how much I'm asking."

"OK, I'll retire to one of the spare rooms. Somewhere out of earshot. I'll keep out of your way. You won't know I'm around."

"Oh, I feel awful now. Will you be all right? You must think I'm just a randy bitch."

"Nah, what sort of talk is that? You're wonderful, that's what I think. You wouldn't even have considered this if you didn't need it very badly."

I went over to her chair, and knelt between her knees. We hugged each other, and cried together. I slid my hands under her bottom and kissed her tits. So this was what adult life was like. My stomach turned to water.

Of course. I could see it all. She didn't want gentle, she wanted abandoned. She wanted complete release for once. Who wouldn't? When his eager, sinuous, hard little thing slithered into her, she'd be able to do whatever she liked, without thinking. She could at last try all those bent-leg things where it goes in a long way. He could move in and out of her very slowly, and it would feel big, but without stretching walls or banging ovaries. Or fast, as fast as they could manage. It would be heaven for them both. Obviously.

Not a word was said in the next three days. And the atmosphere in the house was apparently relaxed. We were very careful of each other: nothing was too much trouble; there was no hint of bickering. At night we held each other close, sometimes tossed each other off, and caressed each other to sleep. In the middle of Wednesday night, I felt myself being gently shaken awake, and she squeezed my cock and whispered, "Could you fuck me, sweetheart? Do you mind?" I could, and I didn't mind. I slid into her from behind, carefully, and we both came quite quickly and quietly, and went to sleep still locked together. When she got up to leave for work in the morning, she leaned over and kissed me quite hard on the mouth. "I'll be bringing someone home tonight," she said. I nodded, and tried unconvincingly to look and sound cheery. "Be happy" I said, playfully pulling one of her big nipples: I never could resist them. There were tears in her eyes. I wasn't fooling anyone, not even myself.

I tried to hurl myself into my work all day, anything to stop thinking. It didn't succeed, but I tried. My office was only a five-minute walk from the house, but Monisha commuted to the city. I thought I would get home before her, fix a quick snack, and perhaps visit friends for the evening. It was cold, and sleeting, and I was relieved to see that the house was in darkness, except for the small kitchen light left on for the dog's benefit. I let myself in, and got a warm reception, from Tiger at any rate. He was our dog, Monisha's and mine. With no children in the home, he was the love of her life, though she didn't like me saying that.

Going to the bathroom always required a rational decision — all those damn stairs — but yes, it was necessary. I'd only gone up one flight, though, when I was startled by a voice, clearly Monisha's, but higher and much more vehement than I was used to hearing it. "No, no, wait, wait," it said. Then, lower, and upset, subdued, disappointed: "Oh . . ."

This was too much. I crept back to the kitchen, and sat with my head in my arms, slumped forward on the table. I couldn't stand this. I decided on the hour's drive to my parents' house. They'd be pleased to see me, wouldn't ask any questions. They'd fawn on Tiger. But hey, where were the car keys? Oh God, oh no, there was only one possible place.

I was careful to make some noise as I went up the stairs, hoping to give some warning that I was around. There was no light coming from under the closed bedroom door, and no voices from inside now, unless you count the eloquent bedsprings. I almost turned and went away again, but there was no getting away from it. "Monisha" I called, more loudly than I'd intended. "Monisha, I'm very sorry, but I've got to come in for the keys." There were small groans of impatience and annoyance, and a rustling and creaking. The dim yellow bedside light clicked on, and I turned the brass doorknob. "Couldn't you have made sure earlier?" said Monisha, in a tone so embarrassed it sounded like anger. Anyone else would have called it anger, but I knew her.

As I headed for the window sill, I tried very hard not to look towards the bed, but I couldn't help myself. Rajat was turned away facing the far wall, not moving. My glance registered his short thinning fine fair hair on the pillow, and an expanse of pale back and shoulder. His glasses were beside him on the table. Monisha was half-sitting, with the duvet pulled up almost over her white breasts, the way they do in films, but not quite, for one big shape still hung over the cover. Her face and neck and chest were deeply flushed, her hair was everywhere, and she was breathless. She faced straight ahead, but as I retreated to the door, she shot me a brief look that said "How could you?"

I suppose it's possible to feel worse than I did at that moment, but I never had. I faked a benevolent smile. "I'll see you're not disturbed again" I mumbled as I closed the door behind me. I had barely crossed the landing when the light clicked off again.

Across the bed there would be the faintest glow from the streetlamps. He would turn back towards her, and see her eyes close as she sank down and spread her arms wide, her fingers opening and closing like starfish. He would nuzzle into her underarm hair, and kiss her breasts, first one, then the other, then back again. He would insinuate his tongue into her deep navel. Her heavy soft breasts would welcome his weight as he spread slowly over her again, sliding a leg over hers, and leaving a faint wet snail-trail across her stomach with the tip of his erection. She would throw back her head and offer her mouth for his thin lips and his tongue. Before long, without her willing it, she would cry out and her legs would open wide and encircle him. She would be trembling uncontrollably, and so would he.

I made it down the two floors to the kitchen, and across to the sink, before I was sick. A blast from the mixer tap took it away, and left me with my guts knotted up, and a feeling like a fur-ball in my throat. Jealousy is all the fun you think they're having without you. The real agony is when you know what they're having without you, and it's a hell of a lot more than fun.

It would be so easy. At first they would whisper each other's names, but then they would find themselves invoking only God. They would forget who they were, and where they were, and what they were doing. They would leave all that far behind, back down with those two lost triumphant struggling people in the heat of the bed. They would go where no one could follow them. They would walk hand in hand in a place beyond the imagination.

I didn't go into work on the Friday. My parents were happy to have me around, the weather was lousy, the roads weren't good. And I couldn't face it. I drifted back home in the early afternoon, hoping for a few hours alone. I didn't know what I would do later. But there were two briefcases in the hall. That fur-ball again. I could hear running water, and I could feel that doors were open where they'd been closed before. When you really know a house, it has a life of its own, you relate to it like another person.

As I got to the landing, I heard the shower buzzing, and the sounds of soapy splashing coming from inside the bathroom. The bedroom door was open, and the curtains drawn back, so I went in. There was Monisha, fast asleep, a tiny figure lying diagonally across the unmade bed, face down, her breathing rising and falling with a little click. She was wearing one of her saris that she wears in office but she wasn't fully dressed. Her dark colored blouse and white brassiere was thrown up over her back, and her sari rolled up a few inches upward to her bottom and towards her belly. She still had on her smart heeled shoes. I felt I ought not to stare at her, lying there so exposed, but I didn't know what was the proper thing to do any more. So I did stare. Spattered over her bottom, and running down the crack to the thick tuft of dark hair where her thighs met, was a great deal of glistening liquid. It was the work of a moment to go across to the bed without a thought, unzip my trousers, pull out my cock, lean forward, slide it a little way into her hot wetness, and pull out just in time to add my own warm copious contribution to the cold puddle. I didn't think she would wake – once she was asleep, nothing ever woke her – and she didn't. Feeling faint, I took my dressing gown from the hook and laid it over her: then, before I turned to go, I stroked her hair gently, just once. She sighed in her sleep, and a shudder passed through her little body.

They would have got off the train, and smiled tensely at each other without speaking. They would have almost run along the lane to the house, she would have wrestled with the front door key, and once inside, they would have thrown down their briefcases anywhere, and leaped up the stairs, shedding only his dark jackets on the way to the bedroom. Still without a word, they would have grabbed at one another, gasping, he would have turned her round and lifted her breasts roughly in his hands and bitten her neck as she arched back against him, her bottom pressed into his groin. She might, knowing her, have come more than once already, on the train with anticipation, and/or as soon as her nipples felt his long fingers. He would have moved his hands to her armpits, and shoved her forward on to the crumpled duvet, following her down as soon as he had wrenched her black sari out of the way, and uncovered her just enough. She would have been unable to move as he toppled onto her. She would have grunted as his weight crushed her into the bed. He would have picked an opening arbitrarily, one or the other. She would have been past caring. She would have come with a scream as soon as he entered her, and hearing and feeling that, he would have started to come too, pulling away from her with an awful groan and spurting over her back and bottom. Seeing it squirt and puddle on her smooth pale skin would have proved to him that it was all real. They would both have been exhausted. She would have fallen dead asleep immediately, while he staggered to the bathroom, dry-mouthed and shaking. It would have lasted perhaps ten or fifteen seconds.

I left the house quickly, taking the dog with me. I didn't want to meet Rajat coming out of the shower. I didn't want to have to appraise his body. He wouldn't have wanted to see me there either, though he'd see the dressing gown and maybe guess. Or maybe not. We walked along the river bank until it began to get dark, and hurriedly turned for home. The cold wind from the north hit me, and it was only then that I felt the tears running icily down my face. I was afraid to go back to the house, but all was quiet now, and I turned on the kitchen TV, not knowing what I was watching, but glad of the noise and the colour.

In the mid-evening, there was a call for Monisha. Her father. I told him, without a hint of humor, she was still on the job. But I'd get her to ring him as soon as possible. "I can't help thinking she's overdoing it" he said. "Oh, I agree with you" I said. "But you can't tell her, can you? Once she gets going, she can't seem to stop." I could have said a lot more. Like:

"To tell the truth, father, she's flat on her back, though knowing her it's probably arched like a rainbow, and she's hanging on with white knuckles to the bedhead, with the black hair in her armpits soaked with sweat. There's a man leaning down over her with his head locked between her thighs. His chin and cheeks are abrading her soft skin. His mouth is slurping around in her cockles. By now she'll have her arms round his haunches, and be inspecting the hairy bottom in front of her face, and the wrinkled scrotum, and the penis still shiny and gluey, still letting itself down in faint throbs from a few minutes ago. Her body and limbs will be getting more and more rigid till it seems they're about to fracture, and his head will be jammed, and his tongue working furiously but gently where he's found she needs it most, and then she'll hold her breath, and screech out – can't you hear her from there? – the unbearable release. Her fine hair will be matted to her forehead, and their bodies will be stuck together again. When he runs his wet hand over her wet navel, the little cup will suck air and make them giggle. She'll lean over and absent-mindedly start to play around and around his glans with her little tongue, and bobble his balls in her fingers, and tenderly peel back his foreskin to taste the strong stuff fermenting inside it, while he shudders and cups his hand over her sopping vulva. No matter how many times this makes it, he won't even try to resist that lovely mouth for long, and she'll feel the hardness grow again under the silky skin, and she'll take all of him in and deliver him painlessly with her tongue, making appreciative sounds through soft closed lips as she swallows rapidly, oh, maybe a dozen times. Endearing that she never spits, always swallows."

But back to the phone call. "I know, I know" said the old man. "That's just how her mother was." I didn't like the way the conversation was threatening to go. It was a stupid game, and I was the only player. I said my farewells and rang off, utterly dejected. I had a few glasses of Absolut before turning in. It didn't make me feel good at all, only numb, but that was about the best I could expect.

When I woke, chilly and alone in the big spare bed, on what I assumed would be the last morning of the visit, it occurred to me that I hadn't seen either Monisha or Rajat in the kitchen since at least Friday, and now it was Monday. Had they really not had anything substantial to eat or drink in all that time? Were they that busy? Well, yes, I supposed they were. I felt a pang, of something quite like tenderness. The pain was always there, of course, but I wasn't praying for death quite so often.

Down in the kitchen I made tea, and brewed fresh coffee, and squeezed oranges. I warmed croissants and toasted muffins, and put the whole lot on a tray with all the fruit I could find, then climbed the three floors to what I still ironically thought of as our bedroom. I knocked lightly at the door, announced "Room service!" and walked in. They didn't seem displeased to see me this time. They were half-sitting, and Monisha had her white nightdress on, though it was unbuttoned down at least to where it disappeared into the covers, revealing a high percentage of her heavy white globes. Rajat was dressed in his glasses now, but not much else as far as one could tell. Radio Mirchi was playing Md. Raffi softly.

The aroma of coffee steaming up from the jug didn't quite mask the more acrid smell in the room, a smell I recognized, and which made my stomach turn over with anguish again. I tried not to let it show. When Monisha and I were first together all those years ago, we'd often make love – carefully, of course – three or four times before we went to sleep. By next morning when we wanted to do it again, she'd have turned our joint effusions into a pungent metallic brew that spread in patches over the bed linen, and still oozed out of her, reeking darkly. We didn't find it at all unpleasant. We referred to that part of her as her "yogurt machine." In the present circumstances I was rather less.
Nothing prepares you for this. Your father doesn't cover it when he gives you the big talk. The books are silent on the matter. No doctor comes on the television and tells you how to feel when you're standing by a big sash window in the early morning holding a mug of tea and looking out over the roofs of your small town, and when behind you in the warm double bed is your wife with another man, and when for four days the two of them have scarcely got out of the bed except to relieve themselves, and when your wife has ecstatically welcomed into her and over her so many squirts of the other man's semen that the place stinks, and when she has clearly had more pleasure with him in a matter of hours than with you for years, and when you don't know whether to love them for their joy and contentment or hate them for their cruelty and selfishness, and when you really don't have recognizable feelings any more.

She will have brush-burns from his beard stubble. She will be so sore that she can hardly pee, and afraid she'll never walk again. Her inner lips will have bruised and swollen outwards like a trumpet, and she'll throb there, but she will have calculated that making love once more, then once more again, and again, will make her forget the extreme discomfort, even though she knows it will make it worse. She'll have little black and yellow bruises from her knees upwards, and on her upper arms where she's consented to be roughly handled. She marks easily. There may be faint tooth marks on her inner thighs and her breasts. Her tiny pink pearl, and her nipples, especially the left, will be too sensitive to be touched at all now, except at the last moments when anything goes. For days now she will have been oozing warm thin sperm through the bed sheet, through the under sheet, through the cover, making a huge map of Iceland on our mattress.

"Well, sit down then, you're blocking out the light" Monisha said. I smirked, and sank into the old armchair to one side of the window, nursing my tea. I looked over at Rajat. He was slow to meet my eyes, but eventually glanced my way, then looked down at his broad chest with its black hair. "I think I ought to say something, but I don't know what to say," he half whispered, as if talking to himself. "Rajat, don't say anything, OK?" I said. "None of us knows what to say. I don't think there are any words for all this."

He nodded slowly. "I'm going home today."

"Yes, I thought so" I said. "You've drawn back the curtains. You've had a shave. You're listening to Radio mirchi Everything points that way."

(PART1)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

LAST PART

Now it'll be his turn to scream inside. Now he'll have to face the fact of the world outside this warm pungent room. Without looking, he'll feel her beside him buttoning up her nightdress with the deft fingers that were exploring his rectum as dawn broke, buttoning away the breasts that he covered with his hands, his saliva and his come, and he'll be ready to make love again, but know that it isn't going to happen, not today at least. He'll be sore too, so sore that this latest erection will bring tears to his eyes as it rips the battered purple head of his small but perfect penis from the nest of fine hair where it has been sticking since the last time. As the skin stretches, tiny granules of Monisha will fall from it as a fine powder on to his stomach. When he raises himself to get out of the bed, he'll find that his elbows have been rubbed raw.

I went into work, and managed to give an impersonation of a human being. It was a struggle. My mind was back in the house. Rajat getting his things together and leaving. How they would kiss goodbye, what they would say. The idea of that kiss troubled me, stupidly. What Monisha would be thinking. Mainly that. She'd still be drunk with pleasure. Could she possibly make any rational decisions?

She couldn't. When I arrived home, as nervous as a kid on a first date but as worn out as an old man, neither of us knew what to say. We were shy with each other. We were so considerate, all our actions jerky and awkward. We talked about the news and the weather and the dog. At bedtime I noted without comment the fresh new bedlinen. We held each other close, and both cried in silence.

She shifted slightly, and winced.

"Ooh, my cunt. It's absolutely ruined."

I put my hand over it.

"I feel your pain" I said. She smirked.

We woke in the middle of the night, surprised to find we'd been asleep like that, our faces sore and the lights still on.

"You didn't . . ." I ventured, "you didn't pillow talk about me with him, did you?"

"Oh no," she said. "I wouldn't have had any of that."

That was something of a relief, at least.

"Anyway," she went on blithely, "we were too busy fucking."

It served me right. I managed a puffy smile down at her little face. Just before I clouted her with the pillow.

"That's OK, then" I said. "Are you all right?"

"No" she snorted. "But I'm here, aren't I?"

I reached for the switch, and sank into the darkness.

(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

EXTRA MARITAL AFFAIR REDEFINED

(PART1)

We come from an upper class Bengali family. I am 35 years old and my wife is 30; we have been married for 4 years now and have a wonderful one-year old son. We own a luxurious bungalow in a plush locality. I look after our family business that I inherited from my parents and have to commute to couple of cities on a monthly basis. My wife, Mahuya, looks after our son and house.

Ours is an arranged marriage. Mahuya was a coy 26-year female when we got married. She is very desirable woman and the kind of woman men simply lust for. It was her fabulous looks that attracted me. She is gifted with an extremely fair and flawless complexion and could easily pass of as a foreigner if it had not been for her frame. She stands 5' 7", much taller as per Indian standards but true to her Punjabi origins has wholesome body that has only become ripe over the past 4 years. Even after giving birth to our son she has maintained her figure; if at all her bust line has increased by a few inches.

Over the years, we have genuinely fallen in love with each other. The freedom of having a nuclear family has been truly a boon for us. We both could devote time to each other, rather than to each other's families.

As our love matured and we became more comfortable with each other, our sex life became more and more adventurous. Both of us were virgins before we got married. By the end of the first year of our marriage, we were done experimenting with a lot of different positions for sex and had started discussing each other's wild fantasies. Initially, we only exchanged our tame fantasies but as time passed we moved on to our raunchier ones.

Surprisingly, both our fantasies where about swapping partners with other couple. This is a taboo in our society and hence added the thrill to our sex life. Initially, we fantasized about having sex with an unknown couple but it didn't work for us, not for long. Both of us couldn't associate with imaginary characters and longed for reality. So, we substituted the imaginary couple with a real couple, whom we new.

This worked wonderfully and both of us immensely enjoyed the sessions. As the days passed, I realized that I enjoyed having Mahuya fucked by someone else. So, very soon, it was the usual theme of me impersonating as some other husband humping Mahuya. Over a period of time we even got unmarried guys humping Mahuya in our fantasies. We both enjoyed the fantasies and Mahuya was content having them as fantasies. I wanted to live our fantasy, however. I wanted to see my wife taken by some other guy.

After birth of our first son, Tushar, I brought up the idea about enacting our fantasy. I made it clear to her that I was more interested in watching her boned by someone else rather than me experimenting with some new pussy. She, however, was unsure of even considering the idea. Her primary concerns were our family prestige and our relationship. I didn't know how to convince her but pestered her on every possible opportunity.

Around this time, I started exploring this concept of sharing your wife on internet and found quite a few interesting hot wife websites. In an effort to convince her, I shared some of the stories I read on these sites with Mahuya. She was very surprised to find real life couples talking about their escapades in such gory details. The websites gave Mahuya more confidence and we started enacting one of the stories every weekend or whenever we had leisure time.

We also watched some movies with hot wife themes on every opportunity we got. It was clear that she enjoyed the idea but was unsure of acting it out in reality.

Last month, I again brought up this topic while fucking her. Unlike other times, however, she immediately agreed. I came inside her immediately as soon as I heard her acceptance. She had a few conditions, though.

"Ravi, you have been pursuing this for almost a year now, I think, you really want this to happen, right?" she said

"Yes. I desperately want this to happen dear," I eagerly replied

"Even I am warming up to the idea. I would like somebody to keep me warm on the nights you are away."

"I hope this is only about me sampling with someone else in the bedroom and not you," she said looking into my eyes.

"Of course honey. I have no interest in any other woman. I just want you to have the best in the world," I found myself replying to her without even blinking.

"If this has to start Ravi then it would be on my terms," said Mahuya in a concerned tone.

"Sure!" I replied in an emphatic yet casual tone indicating that I am game for it.

"I am not interested in just one night stand but rather a prolonged affair." She seemed to get bolder hearing my eager response.

"Even I would like it to be an ongoing affair rather than a one-off instance," I said

"And I would be the one to make decisions on this henceforth," Mahuya said excitingly.

"Whatever you say," I replied without hesitating.

"I will be deciding who I should have an affair with and to what extent I should take the affair and when," she elaborated further leaving no doubts. I of course was clear on what she had in mind. She would now willingly sample other men in our bedroom.

"Whoever you choose honey please ensure that both of you are discreet about the affair," I voiced my only concern.

"Understand," she said and continued, "Give me some time to think and identify a potential mate for me"

I was surprised with her terminology. She used the word 'mate' to describe her would-be lover. Hinting perhaps that the new relationship would be founded on sex rather than love as it is with me. I was glad that Mahuya was getting whole-heartedly involved in this.

Guessing that she would mostly consider the ones about whom we have already fantasized I volunteered, "If you need my help let me know. I can recommend a few potential ones who would fit the bill."

"Thanks for the help Ravi but I would like this to be purely my decision. I hope you don't mind that," she said in a matter of fact manner.

"I would like to thoroughly consider all aspects of it before I make up my decision," she said lost in thought. Probably evaluating the parameters she would apply to evaluate her potential 'mate.'

"Ravi for next few weeks, I would like to socialize a bit more with men in our circle to evaluate if they are suitable," she said looking at me "And I hope that you would give me a chance to mingle with them a bit more freely for this purpose."

"Sure honey. Just make sure that not everybody in our circle gets the idea!" I said in a cautious tone. "We don't want to create any scandal here," I added.

"While at parties or outside, I would like to spend some time alone with these men in order to choose my potential mate."

Again, she was clarifying, leaving nothing to my imagination. It seemed that she wanted to consider this very carefully and take the next step only after proper evaluation.

"How long are you going to take to choose your mate?" I asked inquisitively trying to get an idea about the timeframe she was planning on. The question had put her to think, perhaps, she had not given thought to that aspect.

"I haven't thought about it. I want to choose suitable partner for this new relationship. As it is not a one-night stand but rather an ongoing affair."

"But still you must have some idea bout the timelines?" I was pushing a bit now.

"Hmm... At least about a month or two," she said

"I need quite a few opportunities to meet my potential mates," she said justifying the need for such a long duration.

I was under the impression that she had almost short-listed a few candidates and only needed to take the final decision.

"So, you do have a few candidates in mind, right?" I found myself asking.

"I do have a few but I still would like to make an informed decision"

"Then why such a long time?" I immediately asked her. "May I know who all are on the list," I asked her without giving a chance to reply.

"No!" she sad emphatically, "I will let you know when the time comes."

"But what is the harm in sharing it now?" I pleaded

Mahuya replied with a lovely smile of hers. Playfully indicating that she would not share it with me even if I bothered her any further.

"Have you started your evaluation process with these listed candidates?" I asked her in an effort to get more details.

"You are incorrigible!"

"Okay. At least share how many are already in the list?"

I was pleading like a small kid now. Mahuya knows that I am curious about everything and naturally about this I wouldn't let it go that easily.

"There are two candidates on the list right now."

Finally, she was talking now.

"Both the candidates have been pursuing me now for quite some time."

"One of them has been doing so for years now," she added.

"Years?" I was surprised to hear this.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART2

"I like them but I would like to consider others too before I make up my mind."

She had shared enough with me and I now knew that she wouldn't divulge any further information. In any case, she had given me food for thought. I was sure to be spending next few weeks finding out who the two men were. Mahuya and I socialized fairly often, as we didn't have any immediate family members both from her side as well as my side. Most of the people we interacted were our family friends or some business acquaintances; we didn't have any close relatives who stayed in our area. Also, the social gatherings happened mostly at the club we visited regularly.

I knew quite a few people who would be more than willing to get into her pants and was wondering if they had made any pass on her. Anyway, I didn't have to wait long. One of our family friends had invited us for a wedding reception in our club the following weekend. This was a chance for Mahuya to pick up her prospective mate.

At the party I purposely gave Mahuya lot of time to mingle with male guests. She bid her time equally among women and men, ensuring that she got to talk to the men when they weren't around their wives. I was desperate to see something happen but nothing materialized that day. She did spend some time alone with a few men; with a few of them she took long walks along the lawn and the jogging track. But nothing much happened that night. It was more of casual talk and it seemed the men were just spending time with an interesting person rather than getting drunk.

Several such parties passed by and nothing significant had happened. I probed Mahuya after every such party but she had not yet made up her mind. I tried to frame in mind who all she had spend more time with and with whom she seemed to be very comfortable. I could at least identify two men with whom she seemed to be fairly comfortable.

There was this new chap who had recently moved to our neighborhood, about 3 months back. He was in a way competitor to me as we both were in the same business. Hence Mahuya's attraction towards him irritated me. He was much older to me, almost nearing 40s but had kept him in shape. I found Mahuya spending quite sometime with DineshJi quite sometime.

I had interacted with DineshJi on a few occasions and he seemed to be a confident man, pretty knowledgeable in his business. More importantly he seemed to be getting well with women. He had two teenage sons yet that didn't show on his face, as he looked fairly young.

Another person with whom Mahuya spent quite some time was our elderly neighbor RajivJi. RajivJi is our 45-year-old widower neighbor. He has had two daughters from his marriage. His wife passed away about 10 years ago and ever since then he has been a perpetual lecher. He had been ogling at Mahuya since the day she stepped in my life.

While it was natural for Mahuya to be comfortable with RajivJi, I thought she had better utilized her time with some other stud that was her age and would be a suitable partner for her. It was not only RajivJi's age but also his demeanor that bothered me. He is known to be an arrogant and selfish man and has tried to humiliate me in front of Mahuya on more than one occasion. He is well known womanizer in our circle. Yet people tolerate him due to his excellent sense of humor and extraordinary success in business.

On the physical side he is not attractive as DineshJi is. He is pitch black, slightly plump and stands only 5' 4". My hope was that Mahuya was just being courteous when she spent time with RajivJi and was not evaluating him as a prospective mate. Actually, he is so despicable that it was wrong for me to even entertain such a thought. RajivJi and we share a common interest and that is Cricket. We are avid Cricket followers and don't miss any match. We watch matches together many a times.

Three months had passed since the day she agreed to look for a new lover. And still there was no sign of her decision and hence I thought of brining this up tonight. Also, thought of broaching up the topic of her spending more time with DineshJi and RajivJi. So on the dining table night I asked her

"Honey have you made any progress on your decision yet?"

"Ha?" It seemed I had caught her off guard.

"Hmm... not yet but I am getting close," she said after thinking for a moment.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well it has been quite some time now so thought of asking."

"Do you mind talking about it?" I asked hesitantly

"What do you want to talk in particular?"

"Well just wanted to know how it has gone till now? Who all you have short listed etc?"

"I can't share with you the short listed candidates, yet"

"Okay..."

I had lost for words now, as she was not willing to continue the conversation on this topic. After some more thought I thought of directly broaching the topic of her spending more time with DineshJi and RajivJi.
"Well, I have been observing with whom you are spending more time with during our social gatherings," I said looking into her eyes to judge her reaction. She very confidently asked, "Who?"

I quickly grabbed the opening she gave me and said, "I have been noticing that you spend quite some time with either DineshJi or RajivJi"

"And?"

Her boldness had stunned me. In sincerest tone I said, "I hope you are not considering them as your potential mates."

"Why not?"

"We hardly know DineshJi and it would not be wise to get him involved in this," I quickly retorted.

"Hmm... and what's wrong with RajivJi?" "How can you even consider somebody like RajivJi as a potential mate?"

"Why what's wrong with him?"

"For God sake, he is old enough to be your father Mahuya."

"So?"

"He is so ugly!"

"That is a good reason for you not to be jealous. Don't you think?"

"But?"

"The way I look at it he could be a very good bed mate for me."

"How?"

"For one, he is crazy about me. So getting him into bed with me would hardly take any time."

"That is true about any man. I am sure any man from our social circle wouldn't let such a chance slip by," I quickly retorted to. I saw her stealing a smile as I said this.

"He is our neighbor, so the proximity would help me in continuing the affair discreetly."

I had to agree with this point. We had a side-door that directly connected our bungalows. It was much easier to sneak in through that door without getting noticed.

"Moreover, we can trust him. He wouldn't risk getting exposed, much less losing a chance to sleep with someone like me," she said.

It looked like she had thought over very carefully.

"And lastly, he can give me 100% because he is a widower. There is no complication on his part," she continued.

"Look you might have numerous reasons why he is the right person but I don't want you to have any such relationship with him," I said in an angry tone frustrated with the thought of my wife spending nights with such a disgusting man.

"Hello?" she interrupted me. "Do you remember I was the person to make decisions in this regard and not you?"

"I urge you not to get involved with him," I pleaded.

"Please grow up, Ravi," she said in an irritated tone.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

part3

Promise me that you wont interfere in these matters. Otherwise, I would have to call this off completely," she said looking into my eyes for an answer. My silence gave an emphatic answer. I was so desperate to see her in the arms of another man that it didn't matter even if that other man would be our obnoxious neighbor.

"I haven't yet made up my mind and need more time on this," she said finally and that was the end of our discussion on that topic.

I would have gladly accepted if she had chosen DineshJi over RajivJi even if that had meant sharing my wife with my business rival. Only recently I started realizing how much of a threat he could be to our well-established business. Perhaps, in the lure of my wife Mahuya his attention might get diverted from his business and I might be able to gain some lost territory.

Her decision was yet to come. Anyway, I didn't have to wait long for her decision as the very next social gathering we attended I came to know whom she selected to mate with. That Saturday evening we were celebrating a recent promotion of a close friend of ours to a Vice President position. It was mostly a business meeting with our spouses tagging along.

That evening Mahuya's attire was stunning. She wore a beautiful black colored transparent saree, with a matching colored sleeveless blouse. The blouse showed a hint of cleavage and lot of back, just enough to entice any man. She made it a point to wear her saree well below her navel to show her voluptuous waist.

DineshJi didn't make it for that party but RajivJi didn't want to loose an opportunity of spending some time with Mahuya. He monopolized Mahuya most of the night, which infuriated me to an extent that I got drunk. I avoid booze, as I can't handle it. Just 2 pegs get me drunk. That evening I had gulped 4 pegs and was quite inebriated. It was funny to note Mahuya towering over RajivJi on the jogging track where they were wiling away their time. RajivJi was three inches shorter than Mahuya and Mahuya's slightly slender figure compared to RajivJi's stock figure made her look even taller.

I had passed off when it was time to go home. RajivJi volunteered to take us home that night. I was almost asleep when they slid me into the back seat of our car. The club was about 20 minutes away from our house and in no time we were home. RajivJi helped me to our bedroom upstairs and left. Or so I thought.

When I woke up it was around 12:40 am in the night and Mahuya wasn't in bed next to me. Surprised to find her missing I got up from bed to check on her. Very carefully opening the door I peeped into our living room downstairs. There was light from the kitchen and I heard some voices. It seemed RajivJi and Mahuya were in the kitchen talking. Perhaps Mahuya was making coffee for RajivJi and herself. In no time I saw Mahuya leaning against the Kitchen door with a coffee mug in her hand. RajivJi was standing opposite to her. Mahuya had changed and was wearing her sexiest night suit. It was not the skimpiest; she had many that exposed lot more than what they hide. This one was slightly conservative, yet one that revealed the right amount of skin. I had presented this night suit to her on our first anniversary. It was a bright red colored two-piece suit that adorned her flawless skin beautifully. At the time, I bought her this she was a bit small in size but now after Tushar's birth her breasts stood out magnificently.

"So you actually have cheated on your wife?" asked my wife

"Several times," replied RajivJi

"Are you proud of it?"

"Of course! Why shouldn't I? I was able to attract quite a few women and was able to satisfy their hunger as well," he retorted.

"What exactly do you get by bedding other women? Weren't you happy having sex with your wife?" Mahuya asked curiously

"I very much liked sex with my wife but that is besides the point."

"I have a need for variety. There are so many incredibly beautiful women in this world. How could I restrict myself to just one?"

That was a typical man's response. I would in her position perhaps say the same thing.

"So you need to go on a rampage having one night stand with every woman you meet?"

"No! That is not my philosophy. I don't believe in one-night stands. I would like to savor the woman; have an ongoing relationship with her for at least couple of months, if not years."

"And that means I have to be selective!"

"Don't tell me! You cheated on your wife more than once and for more than a few years?" asked Mahuya in a shocked tone

"Yes Mahuya! But that doesn't mean that I ignored her."

"Which single girl would possibly want to have such a relationship with a married man? Wouldn't they want to court a single guy instead?"

"You may be right. But I am talking about married women."

"Married women?"

"Yes Married women my dear Mahuya. They are the best bet. It is easy to have a long-term relationship without getting discovered and without any consequences. Also, they are more willing to experiment because most of them are bored with their sex lives"

"I don't understand. Why would married women indulge in extra-marital relationships? If they are caught then it is an end to their marriage."

"Lets think objectively. By objectively I mean, you arrive at a conclusion by keeping aside your feelings and societal compulsions."

RajivJi showed tact in his handling. He was able to engage Mahuya in a very good conversation. Perhaps Mahuya was helping him a bit but still it was clear that he was expert at handling women.

"Between Male and Female, who do you think is stronger class sexually?"

"Means?"

"I mean who has more power in the sex department? Who can last long?"

"Obviously Women!"

"Great! Then why restrict sex with only one person? When you are capable of having more than one copulation in a day?"

"I see."

"What is in it for a man? Why would he want to chase other married women?"

"Men are hardwired for it. They want to perpetuate their genes as much as they can. So the more women they mate with, the more likely they will be able to perpetuate their genes"

"So are you still trying to perpetuate your genes?" Mahuya asked in a mocking tone.

"No. If you mean to ask if I am still having an affair with someone?"

"Why? Are you over the hump, already?"

"No. Just that my priorities had changed. I got sucked into bringing up my kids after my wife's death and taking care of the business. So didn't get an opportunity in a while now."

"What about yourself, he asked?"

"No. I have never been unfaithful to Ravi. Didn't feel a need for it."

"How often do you have sex?" he asked her inquisitively.

Giving a weird look she replied "about 2-3 times a week."

"That's it?" he exclaimed

"Why? What happened?"

"A beauty like you deserves a lot more!"

"Like what?"

"Sex at least every night; perhaps more than once a day. I can't believe Ravi could ignore you like that"

"It is not his fault. He is away 2 or 3 days on a weekly basis, so we really don't have that much time," she said in an attempt to defend me.

"Are you happy with this frequency?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would you like to do it more often?"

"I never thought about it"

"You should give it a thought. An attractive woman like you should not waste her youth."

"You have probably committed a mistake by having a child too early in your life. I think you two should have enjoyed your life before getting into the family way."

"Perhaps it is good that you already have a kid. You can now experiment more freely," RajivJi added.

"I haven't thought about it. I don't like the idea about cheating on Ravi."

Saying this she moved to our living room and RajivJi followed suit. Our living room was next to our kitchen and it was shielded from our bedroom and stairs. There was only a small portion of our love seat that was visible if one crouched down next to stairs. One could view the love seat through the kitchen door and the kitchen window. The vaulted ceilings in the living room reverberated the sound, which still helped me hear them clearly. I was hoping that they occupied the love seat otherwise I could not watch the action any further. Luckily both of them sat in the love seat, fairly close to each other. It was a smart move on Mahuya's part to move to the love seat where they would be more comfortable and RajivJi could sit a lot more close to her without being conspicuous.

"You would only be doing him a favor by looking for sex outside your marriage. He could concentrate on his business and Tushar," RajivJi clarified as he sat down next to her.

"Stop kidding!" she said in a playful tone as she slapped his thigh, which was perilously close to her.

"I am serious. Beautiful women like you are not at all meant to be monogamous; they essentially are meant to be polygamous!"

He further explained, "Because no single person has the right to own what nature has bestowed on you. Beautiful women like you are meant to be bred."

"Pardon my language but I am just expressing my feelings," he apologized.

"Are you suggesting that I start sleeping with every guy I meet?"

"No, All I am suggesting is to add some spice to your life"

"And for that you need to start sleeping with some selective individuals. The ones with whom you could have a prolonged affair without being discovered," he elaborated

"Hmm..." Her lips parted as she was perhaps visualizing herself in bed with RajivJi.

"I am willing to offer my services!" RajivJi brought her out of her reverie as he said this.

"What?" She almost screamed. I was surprised at her response initially. Wondered if she was having doubts about going through with this. RajivJi, however, handled it very calmly.

"I am willing to offer my services. It has been quite some time since I had a women and I think you are perfect to begin with, again"

"Aren't you ashamed of proposing something like this to somebody who is young enough to be your daughter?"

"Not really! Firstly, you are not my daughter. Secondly, it would be a symbiotic relationship"

"How is it a symbiotic relationship?" she quickly retorted and added, "If I am as beautiful as you say then why should I have an affair with someone like you? I can choose a younger person, somebody of my age and someone who is better looking."

"Oh, I understand you mean tall dark and handsome, right?"

"Yes!"

"I definitely meet one criteria: the dark one," he said and broke into a laughter. His white teeth stood out in stark contrast to his dark lips.

"Remember Mahuya, you are planning to have sex with this person and not marry him or parade him in front of society"

"So what are you trying to say?"

"You should look for things that will make sex pleasurable with this person and that's it"

"So?"

"All I am saying is that you haven't sampled me yet."

"Ha"

"Ok let's start with a kiss. Find out for yourself, if you like my kiss or not?"

"No way! My husband is sleeping upstairs and I don't even want to imagine doing something like that with you"

"What's the harm in a kiss? Just give it a try"

"NO!"

"I don't find you attractive at all! Pardon me for being so rude but that is the truth."

"I can understand that very well. But don't you think that is good enough a reason to engage in an illicit relationship with me?"

I never thought of it so far but perhaps he was true. It was the images of my beautiful wife getting screwed by disgusting RajivJi that made me lust for the moment when this would happen.

"What?" she asked in a confused tone.

"Let me explain. You are fair and beautiful; your husband is fair and good-looking. So, you have felt how sex feels with a good-looking person. Most people in their ordinary lives only think about this aspect and ignore the other aspect."

"Have you ever given a thought of submitting sexually to the most despicable looking man? Don't you think it would be very much different from numerous other encounters you might have with good-looking men?"

"Go on. I am listening," Mahuya said encouraging him.

"Right now you are having sex with one of your own breed: fair and good looking ones. To get a real taste of sex you need to bed as many as possible and as many different kinds as possible.

"As I said earlier, men are hardwired to screw as many women as possible. Similarly, women are also hardwired to have sex with more than one partner. They also want to ensure that they conceive from more than one person to ensure that their offspring gets the best of everything.

"Now look at you. You have conceived a kid from Ravi already. If you conceive the second one from him then both would have same set of genes. Which means both can suffer from the same diseases. But if you had conceived the second from somebody else then your chances of having healthy children would improve.

"There is no point putting all your eggs in one basket!

"That way there would be no diversity amongst your children. They would all be same genetically."

"So, you are suggesting that conceiving from you would add to genetic diversity of my children," said Mahuya explicitly clarifying what he was implying.

"Definitely!" RajivJi said emphatically

"But then how would I explain the physical differences; especially the stark contrast in the complexions?" she asked thoughtfully.

"Look at both of my daughters. They are beautiful just that they are a bit on the darker side. They did manage to get some of their mother's features. You are much more beautiful. So, my children from you would be much more beautiful and even on the fairer side," he explained.

"Where did you get all these ideas?"

"I read a lot!"

"Have you ever tried to add genetic diversity to other women offspring's?" There was slight smile on her face as she asked it. She was getting into it now.

"Oh yes. I have two children from illicit affairs. One was with our servant woman; her husband was impotent, so I helped her conceive and another one in the family. You have already met my second son. The guy who came last summer to our place."

Mahuya gave a thought to recollect whom RajivJi was referring to and then said "Oh that one!"

"Yes. He is a byproduct of an illicit relationship with one of my relatives wife"

"So does that convince you?"

"NO!"

"Come on! I deserve a kiss after all this. I have been pursuing you for quite some time now."

This was the moment of decision for her. Will she finally bite the bullet? Will she submit to RajivJi's advances? Will she let the lecher suck nectar from her lips? She was pondering over RajivJi's demand, all the while staring at the carpet avoiding contact with his eyes.
(to be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

part4

Sensing an opportunity, RajivJi moved closer to Mahuya. He was now just a few inches from her. Mahuya was still lost in thought while this happened. Surprised by the sudden proximity to him, she pulled backwards but RajivJi already had his one hand encircling her and pulling her in.

Mahuya didn't resist but neither did she move towards him. She was almost in his arms but was leaning back on the sofa a bit. Her eyes lightly shut, her breathing a bit labored betraying her pretension of being in control.

It was clear that RajivJi had to take the lead. He didn't move in haste, though. He took his time admiring her beauty from close quarters, his hand gently stroking her face and her hair, feeling lovely texture of her face and hair. Mahuya let out a gasp as his fingers rolled over her lips. His thick black thumb was massaging her pink lips that were slightly parted.

The prelude to foreplay went on for almost five minutes. All the time Mahuya was comfortably leaning back on the sofa with her eyes shut enjoying the sensations erupting in her body. It was not long before guilt overtook her, however. And she abruptly got up and tried to move away. RajivJi managed to grab her hand and pulled her back on the sofa in no time, though. There was deaf silence in the room.

Mahuya was very tense and stiff now. She was sitting upright with her breasts jutting out. The silky top clung to her breasts and in fact dropped into her cleavage to outline her marvelous breasts. RajivJi started to massage her back very lightly to ease her. Not long after that he tried to pull her in for a kiss. Mahuya turned her torso towards him but didn't seem quite willing to offer a kiss.

RajivJi tried to kiss her but she turned her face and offered her cheek instead. He showered her face with tiny kisses moving towards her neck gradually. Very soon he was nuzzling her neck, a very sensitive zone for Mahuya. And then he tongued her earlobes the most erogenous zone of her body; he ran his tongue over the contours of her earlobe before driving his tongue through her aural cavity.

His small kisses were working Mahuya up and she started to respond. Her hands that were lying next to her now moved up to encircle RajivJi and were lovingly holding him, while he was petting her. This didn't last for long. Soon, RajivJi moved up to kiss her mouth. Surprised with the sudden move, again, Mahuya pulled back but only for a second and then willingly perked up her lips for RajivJi.

RajivJi's dark lips finally rested on her lips. It was one of the hottest moments of my life. To see her pink lips stacked up against his dark lips. RajivJi played with her lips by blowing small kisses. Mahuya was sucked in the scene and didn't care to respond. RajivJi's kisses gradually became wet as his lips parted and his tongue played with her taut lips. She finally relented to his invading tongue and parted her slimy lips that were wet with RajivJi's saliva. They were locked in a passionate kiss now.

RajivJi's hands were freely roaming on her body. I could see him massaging her boobs and playing with them while he was kissing her. Mahuya was completely in it now and was kissing him back with passion. Their tongues were dancing around each other swapping saliva.

Next RajivJi grabbed her hand and put it on top of his erection. She ran her hand over his erection a few times before pulling from the kiss. She looked down to perhaps admire the length of his manhood. I could see a sense of pleasant surprise on her face. She gave his dick a gentle squeeze and with a smile playing on her lips leaned in to give him full mouth kiss again.

This was another passionate kiss they shared this night. RajivJi was comfortably exploring her body now and I could see him play with her boobs a lot more. He managed to knead her nipples between his thumb and middle finger. Mahuya could only moan into his mouth as he very adroitly massaged her breasts.

The foreplay was getting more and more intimate now. I could see RajivJi's hands caressing my wife's beautiful waist under her shirt. She held his hands as they were trying to sneak under shirt towards her breasts. She pulled back when things were getting heated up beyond her control.

She sneaked a peek towards the stairs to see if anybody was watching. I lay low on the stairs to avoid getting noticed; it was dark near the staircase and hence I was confident of not getting noticed. I wondered went through her mind at that time.

Was she worried about how fast things were moving? Was she having second thoughts? While these thoughts were going through my mind, I noticed that Mahuya got up from her seat and moved into kitchen to have a glass of water. She was standing at the sink when RajivJi moved behind her pulling her into him and grinding his dick into her ass.

Mahuya leaned back against him with her head resting on his shoulder as RajivJi's hands moved under her shirt and covered her splendid boobs. He was squeezing her tits very hard now. Not able to stand the pressure she turned around to kiss him fervently. This time the kiss didn't last forever but it was still very passionate.

"We got to stop now. Ravi might wake up," she breathlessly whispered to him pulling away from him. Her lips only inches away from his, glistening with their exchanged saliva. RajivJi was still glued to her body grinding his groin into hers. "Don't worry he must be fast asleep," saying that he latched onto her lips again.

"NO..." she said pushing him away and added "he might wake up for India-Australia match."

"But there is still an hour for that," RajivJi pleaded

"Why don't you check on him? We could do it if he is still asleep," he suggested

Mahuya relented and came upstairs to check on me. I had already moved into bed pretending to be fast asleep. She sneaked into the bed tiptoed into the bedroom to check on me. She made an attempt to switch on the lights and wake me up. Finding me fast asleep she walked out of the bedroom closing the door behind her.

Contd.....
I waited for couple of minutes before moving out of the bedroom. I very carefully opened the bedroom door and peeped out to see if they were in the opposite room on first floor. Not finding them there, I peeped down to see if they were in the kitchen. I couldn't find them even there. They weren't in the living room either, at least not at the earlier position. I was clueless now. Did they move to the dining room?

I descended only a few steps to check the dining room that was next to the kitchen below our master bedroom. But then I found them in the kitchen standing the other side of the sink; that place was well concealed from the staircase. One would have to come half way down the staircase to view them. It was a much riskier position for me, as I didn't have much scope of moving away if Mahuya or RajivJi walked towards the kitchen window that faced the stairway.

It was RajivJi who was leaning against the kitchen platform now, while Mahuya leaned into his arms, passionately smooching him. With RajivJi couple of inches shorter than her she was towering over him. RajivJi was grinding into her as they kissed. I am sure she could feel his erection through his not so thick pajamas. RajivJi's hands had moved from her back to her but and were gently kneading them, occasionally pulling them into his groin.

Breaking the kiss RajivJi said, "I love your breath," to her and added further, "they have traces of a woman in heat." Responding to him with a smile she again moved in to kiss him. The kiss didn't last for long as RajivJi moved towards her neck first and then towards her breasts. He had already managed to unbutton her top and her cleavage must have been amply visible to him. She was wearing a bra but that didn't completely hide her superb breasts.

RajivJi showered her breasts with his kisses as his hands slowly worked underneath her top. Within no time he unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts. He took a step back to admire her breasts. She still was wearing the top and bra but most of the clothing were out of the way. As I had mentioned earlier Mahuya is extremely fair and could easily pass as an European and that is even so when she undresses. Unlike other fair Indian women, who have darker areoles and cunt lips, Mahuya has pinkish areoles and cunt lips.

RajivJi latched onto her breasts but he had to go slow as Mahuya was still nursing Tushar. Not many like the taste of milk and I definitely had an aversion to it. But it seemed RajivJi didn't have any such problem. He was very comfortable in handling breasts of a woman who is nursing a baby. He played around her areoles for some time or so I guessed, as things were not that clear from where I was. But it was clear from the way Mahuya gasped that RajivJi had latched onto her nipples now. Nipples are another of her erogenous zone – she loves it when I play with her nipples. Now I can understand that RaviJi is milking her. He must have like the test of her breast milk.

Mahuya was on wobbly feet as RajivJi worked on her nipples. She was supporting herself on his shoulders as her hands lovingly tugged at his hair. RajivJi was really working on her nipples as Mahuya was moaning now. Now RajviJi is drinking her milk.
(to be continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

part5

The sounds she made were almost similar to the sounds she makes when she is about to cum. Not able to take RajivJi's onslaught she pulled him for a passionate kiss. She took the lead in this kiss as she devoured his mouth, probing it with her tongue. RajivJi in no time had his hands into her pants and was squeezing her wholesome butt.

It was time for RajivJi to take the next step. He moved one of his hands from her butt to her crotch and starting massaging her groin area. Mahuya responded to his manipulations by grinding into him. I guess he was using his fingers to massage her cunt lips over her panties. They were playing it very dangerously now, as it was just a matter of minutes before they have to get into the final act. Mahuya was the first one to realize how close they were to getting caught.

"RajivJi we are taking too many chances," she whispered to him breaking her kiss.

"Come on let's move into the spare bedroom," RajivJi said to her letting her know his intentions of screwing her.

"No, we could get caught if Ravi wakes up," she reasoned

"I can't take it anymore," he urged. "I have to have you."

"We have to do it some other time. Not now," she quickly replied.

"Okay why don't you play with my dick then?"

Hearing that Mahuya moved her hand inside his pajamas and massaged his prick. She probably wanted to check his equipment before they parted their ways for tonight. RajivJi motioned her to kneel in front of him and check his equipment in a more comfortable position. In a trance she kneeled down in front of him and was staring at his bulge hidden under his pajamas. From my vantage point it did look sizeable and judging from her earlier reactions every time she handled his equipment it had to be of decent size.

She still didn't have the courage to unleash his manhood. RajivJi was toying with her silky brown hair, urging her to take the next step. She hesitated but taking a deep breath and stealing a glance towards the staircase moved her hands onto his bulge. She gave it a gentle squeeze before moving her hands towards his waistband. Without much ado she pulled down his pajamas to reveal RajivJi's boxer shorts.

I could now see it in even more detail. Now that his equipment was hidden only by a thin piece of underwear. I was eager to see if her mate would be well endowed as they have always been in my fantasies. I didn't have to wait for long. Mahuya pulled down his underwear in an effort to unearth RajivJi's equipment. But being sizeable equipment she had pull it out of the hiding by her hand.

It was definitely something to marvel about. It was the darkest thing I had ever seen and was almost twice my size. Mine is a decent 5 inches when erect. His was much thicker too. While I had seen such and many more magnificent pricks during my bachelorhood in many porn movies, I had never seen such in real life. It was indeed pretty large by Indian standards. His prick stood out majestically amidst graying patch of hair, which was normal for a man of his age.

"How do you like it?" he asked her with a smirk on his face.

She didn't respond but kept on staring at it. I was sure that Mahuya had chosen a well-endowed man to be her mate. Now, it was just a question of his performance in bed. With the kind of equipment RajivJi possessed he had to be only as good as I am to beat me hands down in the sex department. I wondered if he had bull-sized testicles to produce copious semen in order to impregnate her.

"If you had conceived from this. I can assure you, your son would have had an equipment this size," RajivJi said very proudly.

She was still staring at his equipment with awe. She had wrapped her fingers around him and still there was almost half of his prick showing. His knob was all wet with his precum from the foreplay earlier. She was in a state of trance as she started jacking him slowly. It was a very slow and deliberate movement.

After about two minutes of jacking, Mahuya moved her other hand onto his manhood to pull back his foreskin. The large purplish knob stared at her as soon as she pulled his foreskin back. The knob was much larger than mine both in length and width. While she did this, involuntarily her head moved closer to his prick, perhaps to examine his knob in detail.

It was an unimaginable site. Her pinkish red lips were just inches away from his purplish knob engorged with blood. It was not long before she had the urge to taste his equipment. She tentatively leaned forward and gave a small peck on his knob. RajivJi's hand was playing with her hair and urging her to take more of him in her mouth.

Her kisses became more and more wet and then I saw her take his knob in her mouth. She was doing it very carefully as if it was her most prestigious possession. In the meantime, RajivJi managed to lower his pajamas further until they fell down on the floor. His boxers were pulled down to around his knee and now Mahuya had complete access to his prized genitals.

Her hands now moved to his testicles and she gently massaged them as she skillfully used her tongue on his knob. She uses tip of her tongue to make an attempt to penetrate the pee-hole on the penis. This act gives immense pleasure to me and I am sure RajivJi was enjoying the same treatment.

She moved his penis out to make way for his testicles and then I could see her sucking his testicles into her mouth. His testicles were much larger in size as I was hoping. Given a chance he surely would impregnate her in no time. I was particularly concerned about this as Mahuya cannot handle the pill and hence we resort to using a condom for sex. She does use diaphragms on special occasions, which made me wonder if she would let RajivJi take her bareback.

Having sucked on his large semen-producing testicles she moved them out of her way and started kissing him under his testicles. She knows that perineum for a man is a very sensitive spot and she many a times pleases me by tickling with her tongue over there. She never performed analingus on me although I have pleaded to her several times for this. In the position RajivJi was standing it was difficult for her to reach that sensitive area and within no time she abandoned her futile attempts.

She moved her attention back to his penis and this time she proceeded to give him a full-fledged blowjob. Gradually her head started bobbing on his dick. She could only manage to take a little beyond his knob because of his huge size. Nevertheless, her intentions were clear.

Unlike many women I read about, Mahuya doesn't tire of giving blowjobs. Men complain about their women not able to give blowjobs for longer durations because of tiring jaw muscles. Mahuya could go on for almost half-an-hour at a stretch.

She was trying to slowly stuff more of that monster in her mouth gradually. After about five minutes she was able to suck almost half of his dick in her mouth.

RajivJi had started to slowly hump her mouth. He held her head while he seesawed his penis in and out of her mouth, all the while trying to push more of his dick in her. It was only after fifteen minutes of non-stop sucking did RajivJi showed signs of ejaculating. Sensing his approaching orgasm, Mahuya sucked on him even more fervently. RajivJi couldn't withstand the added vigor and drove his prick in, one last time, as much as he could and ejaculated in her mouth. Mahuya pulled away only a little bit to avoid choking but didn't let go of his prick and let him deposit his sperm in her mouth. She tried to gulp in as much as she could.

Only after he had completely emptied his balls into her mouth did he let her go. Even after that Mahuya still continued sucking on RajivJi's prick, ensuring that she lapped up every drop of his cum. I had never seen this kind of passion in her. She had tasted sperm earlier on my insistence but never really enjoyed the taste of it. This time, however, she seemed to be enjoying the taste, as she continued to clean his prick until it was spic and span. Only after that she excused herself to clean up. Mahuya came upstairs to clean up and make herself presentable. I had moved into the bed very smartly and woke up as soon as she got out of washroom.

"Mahuya has the match started?" I asked her in a sleepy tone.

"Not yet, there is still half an hour more," she replied nonchalantly.
(to be continued)