19-11-2019, 05:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 19-11-2019, 05:41 PM by usaiha2. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
When I was awake Geetha had gone to kitchen and fine morning light was falling on my face through the windows opened. I went to the well, drew a bucket of water, brushed my teeth and went for my morning chores.
When I was returning after a bath from the canal, Vilasini (Villu) appeared from behind a coconut tree.
"Congratulations!, so you got your Geetha didi as your wife!!. Congratulations again, did you screw her last night. I bet you did, your face tells it. So your dreams now have come true. Did you look for any leaches down there, is it shaved or bushy?", Villu asked me.
"What's wrong with you, have you loosen your nuts, what rubbish are you telling. You know its not my fault. Everything happened, men proposes god disposes!", I said.
"But you got a fine chick which you were craving, peeping, coolly, as if put in a silver plate and offered to you, some men are lucky, they get everything without any effort, such things which he never expects, he cannot expect as he knows very well that he doesn't deserve it. Tell me the black magic you did, whom did you consult? Who was the witchcraft, may I know?".
"What's wrong with you Vilasini? Don't you know how all things happened? I am finding it very difficult to adjust to it. Till yesterday she was like an elder sister, almost a mother to me and today she is my wife. Do you know how difficult it is?", I asked.
"Ha,ha great joke, mother like!, shit, and you peep into her bed room, you peep when she bath, and say she is mother like!!, you are then a mother fucker!", Villu was not leaving me.
"What's in it for you, do you want her to eat your pussy again? I have no objection, if she wants to eat your pussy then go for it! But you don't expect to eat Geetha's pussy anymore. Isn't the reason you came quarreling today. I know what's in your mind".
"Shit!, stop such rubbish. I thought your were loving me!", Villu's face became red with blush and anger.
"I was Villu, but fate is fate, what can we do? We are toys in the hand of might god!", I left her to take breakfast.
Geetha was waiting for me to serve breakfast, like an obedient servant.
"Where is mother?", I asked.
"Mother has gone to market, to buy fish for her son, newly married son and his wife!, we too are leaving today. So the newlyweds will be alone and can have an indoor honeymoon right away", my sisters replied in chorus.
"Have you got anything else to do? Always pestering me? Don't you know how difficult to look yesterday's Geetha chechy as wife Geetha today? Am I an animal? I was respecting her till last day", I argued with my sisters.
"Vasu, come to this room, I want to tell you something", my elder sister called me.
When I joined her, she bolted the room and said, "Eda Vasu, don't play innocent like a pope. We knew everything. Your leach hunting in Geetha's .... I don't tell which place, your peeping into her room, we knew everything. By god's grace things happened in your favour, else we might have seen brother killing brother. So don't play so innocent to us, perhaps you can fool mother and father, perhaps that ape Reghu too!", not us
I lost color from my face. That bloody Villu was gossiping about us, I was sure.
"Break fast is served, please come Vasu Etta", Geetha was calling me ('Etta' means 'big brother or respected husband") lovingly.
"Go, go Vasu Ettaaaaaaaaaa", my sister mocked Geetha's respected tune.
Fortunately they did not comment anything to Geetha and left by afternoon.
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The lunch was nice with mushrooms; special dishes made of fish, sweets etc. When I had lunch I was in a mood to sleep, my mother went out taking coconut leaves folded basket to cut grass, giving enough chances for an indoor honeymoon.
When I had a little nap, Geetha too joined me in the cot. "What a sleep last night!, you didn't ask if I want to lay side by side, why you become so serious Vasu Etta".
"Cut the crap, stop this Etta call!, call me Vasu as before, please".
"No, wife should not call husband by name, you are my respected husband now!", Geetha was coy.
"Why are you not calling me my name?", she asked again. "
Till yesterday you were my brother's respected wife now you become my wife, actually I am yet to adjust with this marriage idea", I said.
"But I am your wife now, call me, my name, call me now, I want to hear it".
"Okay Geetha deedee, no Geetha!".
"That's not enough call me again, like you call Villu, Geethaa!", she was behaving like a kid.
"Geethakuteeeee!" "
ayyo, nice, I love it call me like that Geethakkutty, I love it!! yes! chettaaaaaaaa (dear hubby)...!" Geetha was happy.
"Did you like that name Geetakkuteee when I called long back?", I asked.
"Yes, I loved it".
"So you were pretending angry with me, you liked my affections!"
"Yes, every woman likes to be admired, loved, cherished, respected, but love is above all, all a woman need in this world is love. She will surrender to any Tom, Dick and Harry if she feels he is loving him", Geetha said.
"How did you know I love you?".
"Women know when someone loves her. It's her built in talent. A look, a sparkle of eye, a sigh when we pass, we get the message!".
"Wow!, what a philosopher!", I said.
"That's an ideal wife".
"But as per Indian mythology the definition of wife is something different. Karyeshu mathri sayaneshu vesya, haven't you heard it.
"Means!"
"Efficient like a minister to a king, but in bed like a well experienced prostitute!".
"How can a wife be a prostitute? Aren't you ashamed to make wife a prostitute?! It's a bad word for woman, don't you know?".
"Its bad now, but in ancient times prostitutes were having equal social status like wives. People visited prostitutes and loved their wives too. Prostitutes in old era were highly educated, knowledgeable, experts in everything, from administration to plain intercourse!".
"Oh intercourse, your favorite topic. How can a wife become efficient like a prostitute?"
"She must seduce, educate, explore, excite, take men to heaven!".
"How, I have heard prostitutes first take money, then lie spread and gave men what they want to do with her body, so where is the seduction?"
"Its modern prostitutes, the saying meant prostitutes in those old golden days, they will write, sing, dance, quotes poetry, reveal their body slowly exciting men every instant, do whatever things men ask to them".
"Did they take it in ass too!?", she asked.
"They were capable of taking it even in their nostrils!".
"So what do you expect from this poor humble wife, you too want my ass only. I thought my second husband would prefer my sweet front hole".
"Okay, make tea, I want to plant some teak wood samples which Ganesh brought. Take a pick axe and follow me, quick march!", I ordered.
While we were planting those plants near our compound wall, Vilasini appeared with a goat and some collected leaves as its food. "Oh honeymooning by planting trees? I haven't heard honey moons performed this way", she said at us.
"Oh, where are you two goats going?"
"Not two, one goat!, To make this goat eat, leaves of jackwood!", Villu said.
"It eat only leaves!".
"Unlike men, alas they eat only leaves!, it doesn't eat grass".
"I would eat grass if the meadow is good!", I tried pun. "You are interested in cutting meadow rather than eating!", Villu shot back.
"Stop double meaning dialogues, my dear husband, don't make your wife jealous. I won't allow any seducing others anymore. If you try seducing neighbors,the hell hath no such fury than me, remember", Geetha said in a humourous way.
Villu had gone by the time we finished gardening.
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When I was returning after a bath from the canal, Vilasini (Villu) appeared from behind a coconut tree.
"Congratulations!, so you got your Geetha didi as your wife!!. Congratulations again, did you screw her last night. I bet you did, your face tells it. So your dreams now have come true. Did you look for any leaches down there, is it shaved or bushy?", Villu asked me.
"What's wrong with you, have you loosen your nuts, what rubbish are you telling. You know its not my fault. Everything happened, men proposes god disposes!", I said.
"But you got a fine chick which you were craving, peeping, coolly, as if put in a silver plate and offered to you, some men are lucky, they get everything without any effort, such things which he never expects, he cannot expect as he knows very well that he doesn't deserve it. Tell me the black magic you did, whom did you consult? Who was the witchcraft, may I know?".
"What's wrong with you Vilasini? Don't you know how all things happened? I am finding it very difficult to adjust to it. Till yesterday she was like an elder sister, almost a mother to me and today she is my wife. Do you know how difficult it is?", I asked.
"Ha,ha great joke, mother like!, shit, and you peep into her bed room, you peep when she bath, and say she is mother like!!, you are then a mother fucker!", Villu was not leaving me.
"What's in it for you, do you want her to eat your pussy again? I have no objection, if she wants to eat your pussy then go for it! But you don't expect to eat Geetha's pussy anymore. Isn't the reason you came quarreling today. I know what's in your mind".
"Shit!, stop such rubbish. I thought your were loving me!", Villu's face became red with blush and anger.
"I was Villu, but fate is fate, what can we do? We are toys in the hand of might god!", I left her to take breakfast.
Geetha was waiting for me to serve breakfast, like an obedient servant.
"Where is mother?", I asked.
"Mother has gone to market, to buy fish for her son, newly married son and his wife!, we too are leaving today. So the newlyweds will be alone and can have an indoor honeymoon right away", my sisters replied in chorus.
"Have you got anything else to do? Always pestering me? Don't you know how difficult to look yesterday's Geetha chechy as wife Geetha today? Am I an animal? I was respecting her till last day", I argued with my sisters.
"Vasu, come to this room, I want to tell you something", my elder sister called me.
When I joined her, she bolted the room and said, "Eda Vasu, don't play innocent like a pope. We knew everything. Your leach hunting in Geetha's .... I don't tell which place, your peeping into her room, we knew everything. By god's grace things happened in your favour, else we might have seen brother killing brother. So don't play so innocent to us, perhaps you can fool mother and father, perhaps that ape Reghu too!", not us
I lost color from my face. That bloody Villu was gossiping about us, I was sure.
"Break fast is served, please come Vasu Etta", Geetha was calling me ('Etta' means 'big brother or respected husband") lovingly.
"Go, go Vasu Ettaaaaaaaaaa", my sister mocked Geetha's respected tune.
Fortunately they did not comment anything to Geetha and left by afternoon.
#
The lunch was nice with mushrooms; special dishes made of fish, sweets etc. When I had lunch I was in a mood to sleep, my mother went out taking coconut leaves folded basket to cut grass, giving enough chances for an indoor honeymoon.
When I had a little nap, Geetha too joined me in the cot. "What a sleep last night!, you didn't ask if I want to lay side by side, why you become so serious Vasu Etta".
"Cut the crap, stop this Etta call!, call me Vasu as before, please".
"No, wife should not call husband by name, you are my respected husband now!", Geetha was coy.
"Why are you not calling me my name?", she asked again. "
Till yesterday you were my brother's respected wife now you become my wife, actually I am yet to adjust with this marriage idea", I said.
"But I am your wife now, call me, my name, call me now, I want to hear it".
"Okay Geetha deedee, no Geetha!".
"That's not enough call me again, like you call Villu, Geethaa!", she was behaving like a kid.
"Geethakuteeeee!" "
ayyo, nice, I love it call me like that Geethakkutty, I love it!! yes! chettaaaaaaaa (dear hubby)...!" Geetha was happy.
"Did you like that name Geetakkuteee when I called long back?", I asked.
"Yes, I loved it".
"So you were pretending angry with me, you liked my affections!"
"Yes, every woman likes to be admired, loved, cherished, respected, but love is above all, all a woman need in this world is love. She will surrender to any Tom, Dick and Harry if she feels he is loving him", Geetha said.
"How did you know I love you?".
"Women know when someone loves her. It's her built in talent. A look, a sparkle of eye, a sigh when we pass, we get the message!".
"Wow!, what a philosopher!", I said.
"That's an ideal wife".
"But as per Indian mythology the definition of wife is something different. Karyeshu mathri sayaneshu vesya, haven't you heard it.
"Means!"
"Efficient like a minister to a king, but in bed like a well experienced prostitute!".
"How can a wife be a prostitute? Aren't you ashamed to make wife a prostitute?! It's a bad word for woman, don't you know?".
"Its bad now, but in ancient times prostitutes were having equal social status like wives. People visited prostitutes and loved their wives too. Prostitutes in old era were highly educated, knowledgeable, experts in everything, from administration to plain intercourse!".
"Oh intercourse, your favorite topic. How can a wife become efficient like a prostitute?"
"She must seduce, educate, explore, excite, take men to heaven!".
"How, I have heard prostitutes first take money, then lie spread and gave men what they want to do with her body, so where is the seduction?"
"Its modern prostitutes, the saying meant prostitutes in those old golden days, they will write, sing, dance, quotes poetry, reveal their body slowly exciting men every instant, do whatever things men ask to them".
"Did they take it in ass too!?", she asked.
"They were capable of taking it even in their nostrils!".
"So what do you expect from this poor humble wife, you too want my ass only. I thought my second husband would prefer my sweet front hole".
"Okay, make tea, I want to plant some teak wood samples which Ganesh brought. Take a pick axe and follow me, quick march!", I ordered.
While we were planting those plants near our compound wall, Vilasini appeared with a goat and some collected leaves as its food. "Oh honeymooning by planting trees? I haven't heard honey moons performed this way", she said at us.
"Oh, where are you two goats going?"
"Not two, one goat!, To make this goat eat, leaves of jackwood!", Villu said.
"It eat only leaves!".
"Unlike men, alas they eat only leaves!, it doesn't eat grass".
"I would eat grass if the meadow is good!", I tried pun. "You are interested in cutting meadow rather than eating!", Villu shot back.
"Stop double meaning dialogues, my dear husband, don't make your wife jealous. I won't allow any seducing others anymore. If you try seducing neighbors,the hell hath no such fury than me, remember", Geetha said in a humourous way.
Villu had gone by the time we finished gardening.
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