24-07-2020, 05:20 AM
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That Sunday, which other times seemed to pass very quickly, was agonizingly slow. From the moment Meena left in the morning to the time she arrived back in the evening, I would check my watch every few minutes, check the phone for messages or calls, but neither there were any messages nor any calls. It was all just me, with my kid, the entire day. The kid oblivious to what was happening. In a way, I was oblivious too, as to what exactly what was happening. That is why I was desperately waiting for the evening, for Meena to arrive, for me to look at her up closely and deduce through some gestures or non-verbal communications if anything had happened. And for me to lay may hands on the recording device! It was a long, long wait. However, all this long, while I waited for Meena’s call or message, I did not initiate at any call or message from my side. It was because I actually wanted things to happen, and I did not in any way want my presence, even virtual, to impede it. All I wanted was to be an observer to what was happening. A hidden observer, but an observer nonetheless.
And that is when I remembered her jeans. Oh yes! Her jeans. That she was wearing. Ultra-low waist jeans. Worn without a panty. On her big, bulky ass. And Vikas had not just seen it or hinted at it, but clearly brought it up in conversation.
But in what context, that still was not clear. So, I started listening to the conversation again.
“The jungle on Aravalli where we spent the time watching those peacocks, your jeans and my Jio phone”
“Those peacocks were lovely, were they not? And I ruined my jeans yes, But what about Jio? Oh! You clicked some pictures while I was playing watching the peacocks. And you did not show me till now? She me now or else I will banish you” She said in mock anger.
“Ok, OK but what will I get for my timely photography skills?”
“Let me see first you stupid and then I will decide. Come here and show me”
Vikas left his sofa and walked towards Meena and then sat next to her on the sofa she was on. He was sitting dangerously close to her, their thighs in contact with each other and both of them leaning forward as he was flipping through pictures on his phone and she was intently watching one by one.
Because Meena had been sitting with the back resting on the sofa backrest, I could not see her back till now. But now that she was bending forward to look at the pictures on Vikas’s phone, I could see her. And I could see Vikas too and what he was doing. Sitting millimeters away from her, he was every few seconds glancing backwards, at the completely exposed ass, even as Meena was bending forward on the pretext of going through Vikas’s phone.
“Ya these are good pics but nothing as dramatic as the Goa triple S analogy that you had come up with”
So, Meena was now herself hinting at Sun, Sand and Sex! Wow!
“They are there but in a different folder”
“So, show me, why are you hiding?”
“What will I get?”
“I told you na, first let me see and then I will decide.”
“And if they are as dramatic as Sun, Sand and Sex then?”
“Then you will get something. Ok. Now happy! Now show me..."
“Not what you want mister, but something, yes. Big difference mister”
“So, what do I get?”
“What do you want?” Meena was looking into Vikas’s eyes and smiling.
“A selfie with you”
“Ah! Just a selfie. You have very low demands. I thought you will want more”
“But this is not a normal selfie. But something special”
“What? How?”
“It will be a Sex class selfie in tune with the analogies of triple S and Triple J”
“Oh, stop your analogies now.”
“So, selfie done?”
“I am sitting next to you. Click and get it done with”
“Not like this, I told you, it will be sex class”
“Uff!! You and your sex class. Ok tell me, what do I have to do?”
So now Meena had finally conversed with him in the same language as he had. I was like watching a film scene unfold in front of me, one where the wife is slowly seduced, or something like where it is mutual seduction. Just that this was not a film, and she was my wife. Real life wife.
And the suddenly Meena noticed the clock on the wall.
“It’s been more than 10 minutes since we here. Hubby would be coming soon. Hurry up”
“I want to do it perfect and when I have sufficient time. So maybe would take the selfie later”
“Nothing now then?” Meena sounded disappointed in her tone.
Vikas bent his head and said “anything you quickly give now will be an added bonus”
Meena lifted his head up, smiled at him and said “You are a nice boy.”
Then she got up, went near the center table, bent down to pick up the glasses of water on the table, stayed that way for some seconds, then looked back at Vikas and said “enough?”
“This is jeans class. What about sex class?”
“That we would do later, when we have time, as you said”
“But jeans class I have already seen. And sex class is later. So, for now, the quick reward should have been in between these two”
“What?”
“Something we had already done in the car”
“Shut up. Not possible. That was an accident”
“Just once more. Please”
“No”
“You are ready for sex class selfie but not for what we have already done”
“Not we have done but what you had done. And it was an accident”
“But just once, please”
“I said No. Anything else but not that”
“Ok then, when I take sex selfie, I will compensate for your refusal now”
“Whatever.”
“Ok. Nothing now. Later, sex selfie then.”
“Done”.
And with that Meena again smiled, got up and went to the kitchen to prepare some tea in anticipation of my any minute arrival. Vikas had also now straightened himself and seated properly.
I was on the other hand frozen. My mind was telling me that the 10 minutes I had said I will be back in had long gone by. Meena was also expecting me now. But my body was unable to move. One because my limbs were numb. And two because I had a huge erection. There had happened something in the car that Meena was unwilling to repeat again. It was clearly way more than she had exposed herself then and again willingly done so again many times now. She had not even objected when Vikas converted the so-called sex-class selfie to out and out sex-selfie but was unwilling to do again what had happened in the car? What could it have been? I knew I had to get the tapes I had hidden in her hand bag and listen to it immediately to find out.
What could it have been that Meena was willing to go for a sex-selfie but not that?
When it was evening, 7 P.M. and there was still no sign of Meena, I decided to take my kid to the park in our compound. So, we locked the house and started moving towards the park. Just as we had entered the park, I saw a car driving past us with a female sitting in the back seat who looked like my wife and a person who looked like Vikas in the driver’s seat. For a moment I thought I was mistaken. If she was indeed Meena why would she sit in the back seat again when I had already seen her in the front seat? Was I mistaken then or now? And if mistaken now, had things between Meena and Vikas slid backwards? Even as these thoughts went through my mind in a flash, I saw Meena getting down from the car in front of the stop in front of our house. They were at some distance from us, so they could not have heard even if I shouted. I thought of picking my kid, and walking towards them but then I saw Vikas park the car and walk Meena towards the house. That was odd since he had never come to our house before. Anyways they reached the house within the next few seconds and seeing it locked, Meena called my mobile. I was still some distance from the house when I got the call, and I picked it up.
“Where are you? The house is locked?” Her voice seemed anxious.
“We are outside?”
“Oh! Where?”
I don’t know what came over me that moment but at that moment I answered “We are at the nearby market. Kid (took his name) was getting bored so have come to get him some toys.”
“How much time will it take for you to come back?”
Since I had already lied just a second before, this time it was easier, “we have just come, you know how kid is. It will take at least 10 min. Anyways what is the worry, there are spare keys in the usual place where we hide the extra key. You go home, I will come.”
“Haan, that is OK. But Vikas has also come. We have finalized some places. And we think these are good. Thought could discuss with you and close it today”.
“I will be there in 10 mins odd, so tell him to wait. I am sure he won’t mind spending time with you alone”
“Shut up! Come early, we will be waiting”
“OK, OK. 10 min max or maybe just a little more”
And with that our conversation ended. Unwittingly, I had conjured up a situation where I could position myself as a voyeur and see for myself what my wife was up to.
So, I left my kid, who had anyhow by now run to the park, in the care of a neighbor we trusted and who was also in the park with her own kid. I came up with some theory of urgent thing I had forgotten in my home which I had to go to pick. She was happy to look after my kid as hers was also there and the kids were good friends.
I hurried to my home, which was on the second floor. Our house had an attached servants’ room, right next to the entrance of the main house. The entry to the servant’s room was also separate. However, we did not use the attached room as a servant’s room but as a study room. To make it accessible from the main house as well, we had cut a window in its wall, which opened in the living room. I quietly entered the servant’s room and hoped to peek through the window, without opening it, thus not letting them know that I was watching them.
There they were, sitting on opposite sofas. Meena with her back to me and Vikas facing me. I was hoping that Vikas would not be able to see me when I slightly ajar the sliding doors of the window. His reaction did not indicate that he had noticed anything and so now I sat to listen and watch. I had 10 mins of time. So, had they.
Meena had brought some water and they were both sipping water from their glasses.
“Where are you? The house is locked?” Her voice seemed anxious.
“We are outside?”
“Oh! Where?”
I don’t know what came over me that moment but at that moment I answered “We are at the nearby market. Kid (took his name) was getting bored so have come to get him some toys.”
“How much time will it take for you to come back?”
Since I had already lied just a second before, this time it was easier, “we have just come, you know how kid is. It will take at least 10 min. Anyways what is the worry, there are spare keys in the usual place where we hide the extra key. You go home, I will come.”
“Haan, that is OK. But Vikas has also come. We have finalized some places. And we think these are good. Thought could discuss with you and close it today”.
“I will be there in 10 mins odd, so tell him to wait. I am sure he won’t mind spending time with you alone”
“Shut up! Come early, we will be waiting”
“OK, OK. 10 min max or maybe just a little more”
And with that our conversation ended. Unwittingly, I had conjured up a situation where I could position myself as a voyeur and see for myself what my wife was up to.
So, I left my kid, who had anyhow by now run to the park, in the care of a neighbor we trusted and who was also in the park with her own kid. I came up with some theory of urgent thing I had forgotten in my home which I had to go to pick. She was happy to look after my kid as hers was also there and the kids were good friends.
I hurried to my home, which was on the second floor. Our house had an attached servants’ room, right next to the entrance of the main house. The entry to the servant’s room was also separate. However, we did not use the attached room as a servant’s room but as a study room. To make it accessible from the main house as well, we had cut a window in its wall, which opened in the living room. I quietly entered the servant’s room and hoped to peek through the window, without opening it, thus not letting them know that I was watching them.
There they were, sitting on opposite sofas. Meena with her back to me and Vikas facing me. I was hoping that Vikas would not be able to see me when I slightly ajar the sliding doors of the window. His reaction did not indicate that he had noticed anything and so now I sat to listen and watch. I had 10 mins of time. So, had they.
Meena had brought some water and they were both sipping water from their glasses.
“What a good day and bad both!” Finally said Vikas as he finished his glass and put it down.
“what do you mean?”
“Good because the house search has ended and we finally seem to have found a house that I think will settle for you”
“And why bad?”
“bad because the house search has ended.”
And I could make out from the body movements of Meena that she was smiling at this, just like Vikas. Although I could not see Meena’s face as her back was towards to me, I could see Vikas’s face clearly and he had that look on his face which is that of a sincere man trying to entice a woman.
“But why is that bad Vikas?” asked Meena in a light tone.
“How will I now get to take you out to lunch to Gurgaon?”
They both laughed at what Vikas said.
“What was so special about that?” Although I could still not see, I knew Meena was smiling, while looking straight in his eyes, as she said this.
“As they say for Goa and the three S – Sun, Sand and Sex, for today I would say it was three Js - Jungle, Jeans, and Jio”!
Meena laughed uproariously as she heard this. “You are very bad at allegory. But what does it even mean?”
I was stunned. Vikas had casually introduced the word sex in the conversation and there was not even a word of protestation from Meena. And he had used the word jeans too. Was he referring to the jeans that Meena was wearing?
“what do you mean?”
“Good because the house search has ended and we finally seem to have found a house that I think will settle for you”
“And why bad?”
“bad because the house search has ended.”
And I could make out from the body movements of Meena that she was smiling at this, just like Vikas. Although I could not see Meena’s face as her back was towards to me, I could see Vikas’s face clearly and he had that look on his face which is that of a sincere man trying to entice a woman.
“But why is that bad Vikas?” asked Meena in a light tone.
“How will I now get to take you out to lunch to Gurgaon?”
They both laughed at what Vikas said.
“What was so special about that?” Although I could still not see, I knew Meena was smiling, while looking straight in his eyes, as she said this.
“As they say for Goa and the three S – Sun, Sand and Sex, for today I would say it was three Js - Jungle, Jeans, and Jio”!
Meena laughed uproariously as she heard this. “You are very bad at allegory. But what does it even mean?”
I was stunned. Vikas had casually introduced the word sex in the conversation and there was not even a word of protestation from Meena. And he had used the word jeans too. Was he referring to the jeans that Meena was wearing?
And that is when I remembered her jeans. Oh yes! Her jeans. That she was wearing. Ultra-low waist jeans. Worn without a panty. On her big, bulky ass. And Vikas had not just seen it or hinted at it, but clearly brought it up in conversation.
But in what context, that still was not clear. So, I started listening to the conversation again.
“The jungle on Aravalli where we spent the time watching those peacocks, your jeans and my Jio phone”
“Those peacocks were lovely, were they not? And I ruined my jeans yes, But what about Jio? Oh! You clicked some pictures while I was playing watching the peacocks. And you did not show me till now? She me now or else I will banish you” She said in mock anger.
“Ok, OK but what will I get for my timely photography skills?”
“Let me see first you stupid and then I will decide. Come here and show me”
Vikas left his sofa and walked towards Meena and then sat next to her on the sofa she was on. He was sitting dangerously close to her, their thighs in contact with each other and both of them leaning forward as he was flipping through pictures on his phone and she was intently watching one by one.
Because Meena had been sitting with the back resting on the sofa backrest, I could not see her back till now. But now that she was bending forward to look at the pictures on Vikas’s phone, I could see her. And I could see Vikas too and what he was doing. Sitting millimeters away from her, he was every few seconds glancing backwards, at the completely exposed ass, even as Meena was bending forward on the pretext of going through Vikas’s phone.
“Ya these are good pics but nothing as dramatic as the Goa triple S analogy that you had come up with”
So, Meena was now herself hinting at Sun, Sand and Sex! Wow!
“They are there but in a different folder”
“So, show me, why are you hiding?”
“What will I get?”
“I told you na, first let me see and then I will decide.”
“And if they are as dramatic as Sun, Sand and Sex then?”
“Then you will get something. Ok. Now happy! Now show me..."
And with this Vikas took the phone back from her and started flipping through some folders. I looked at Meena. She strained to look back at what Vikas was doing. However, she was still bending forward and had still not sat back up straight.
And finally, Vikas found the folder, clicked on a photo and said to Meena “this” and kept the phone in his hand itself and gestured to Meena to come even nearer to her to see it.
Meena got back up and looked at the picture. I noticed it at the same time too. I was stunned. Speechless. For a while, senseless as well. Vikas was smiling. Meena was engrossed in the picture and seeing it through the various angles, zooming in and zooming out and again zooming in and so on.
Between Delhi and Gurgaon, there are two main road connections – one of them is called the M.G. road (the other the Expressway). If you take the M.G. road and once you reach the Pullman hotel, just on the entry of Gurgaon, one can either proceed to Gurgaon through the city roads or take a completely desolate road through Aravalli hills, between the jungles. This road connects the Gurgaon-Faridabad road to Sohna Road. It is completely deserted, with high growth of bushes and trees on both sides, almost mirroring a jungle. The series of pictures that Meena was seeing now were taken on this stretch. Apparently, they had been taken by Vikas while he was in the driver’s seat. In themselves the pictures were breathtaking.
Meena had stopped on one particular picture after going through the entire special album. In it, she was seen sitting on the front passenger seat, with her back towards the photographer. The car was parked on one side of the road. The front passenger door was open. Outside some peacocks were seen. One of them was dancing and very close to her. And Meena was bent forward gesturing towards them, playing with them! Bent forward completely, up to her foot level. On top she had the dress she had worn when she had gone out. On the bottom, it seemed she was totally naked (seemed because in the other pictures of this series, the jeans was visible). But then she was not naked. It’s just that she was bent so forward and so low in this particular picture, that the jeans she had been wearing had been so completely stretched down, that in the picture, not even an inch of it was seen. Not even an inch. It was a superb timing of camera angle and timing of taking the picture. It was the most stunning picture I had seen in my entire life. The kinds that make it to exhibitions. But this, picture was of my wife. Taken by a man who was not her husband but a property agent. Who while taking the picture was sitting right behind her? And was sitting right now next to her.
Meena kept looking at the picture for some time. Vikas also kept looking at her smiling but not speaking a word. Finally, Meena looked up, at Vikas, and said,
“So, seems you are a good trick photographer. One who can take pictures when the person being clicked is not even aware”
I had hope that Meena might get angry at her being clicked on the sly or literally behind her back. At least show some mock anger. Or embarrassment at being clicked while being exposed. But nothing. She was as nonchalant with Vikas as she would be with anyone else. As of nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.
“Oh Common! Don’t dismiss these as trick pics. They are world class.”
“You mean the Jungle, Jeans and Jio class?”
“Or Sun, Sand and Sex class”
“Ok Ok, now don’t over play your skills mister” and Meena slightly slapped Vikas’s thighs as she said this.
“So now that you agree these are the Sun, Sand and Sex class, what do I get?”
“Why should you get anything?”
“But you had just promised that if these are Sex class then I will get what I want”
And finally, Vikas found the folder, clicked on a photo and said to Meena “this” and kept the phone in his hand itself and gestured to Meena to come even nearer to her to see it.
Meena got back up and looked at the picture. I noticed it at the same time too. I was stunned. Speechless. For a while, senseless as well. Vikas was smiling. Meena was engrossed in the picture and seeing it through the various angles, zooming in and zooming out and again zooming in and so on.
Between Delhi and Gurgaon, there are two main road connections – one of them is called the M.G. road (the other the Expressway). If you take the M.G. road and once you reach the Pullman hotel, just on the entry of Gurgaon, one can either proceed to Gurgaon through the city roads or take a completely desolate road through Aravalli hills, between the jungles. This road connects the Gurgaon-Faridabad road to Sohna Road. It is completely deserted, with high growth of bushes and trees on both sides, almost mirroring a jungle. The series of pictures that Meena was seeing now were taken on this stretch. Apparently, they had been taken by Vikas while he was in the driver’s seat. In themselves the pictures were breathtaking.
Meena had stopped on one particular picture after going through the entire special album. In it, she was seen sitting on the front passenger seat, with her back towards the photographer. The car was parked on one side of the road. The front passenger door was open. Outside some peacocks were seen. One of them was dancing and very close to her. And Meena was bent forward gesturing towards them, playing with them! Bent forward completely, up to her foot level. On top she had the dress she had worn when she had gone out. On the bottom, it seemed she was totally naked (seemed because in the other pictures of this series, the jeans was visible). But then she was not naked. It’s just that she was bent so forward and so low in this particular picture, that the jeans she had been wearing had been so completely stretched down, that in the picture, not even an inch of it was seen. Not even an inch. It was a superb timing of camera angle and timing of taking the picture. It was the most stunning picture I had seen in my entire life. The kinds that make it to exhibitions. But this, picture was of my wife. Taken by a man who was not her husband but a property agent. Who while taking the picture was sitting right behind her? And was sitting right now next to her.
Meena kept looking at the picture for some time. Vikas also kept looking at her smiling but not speaking a word. Finally, Meena looked up, at Vikas, and said,
“So, seems you are a good trick photographer. One who can take pictures when the person being clicked is not even aware”
I had hope that Meena might get angry at her being clicked on the sly or literally behind her back. At least show some mock anger. Or embarrassment at being clicked while being exposed. But nothing. She was as nonchalant with Vikas as she would be with anyone else. As of nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.
“Oh Common! Don’t dismiss these as trick pics. They are world class.”
“You mean the Jungle, Jeans and Jio class?”
“Or Sun, Sand and Sex class”
“Ok Ok, now don’t over play your skills mister” and Meena slightly slapped Vikas’s thighs as she said this.
“So now that you agree these are the Sun, Sand and Sex class, what do I get?”
“Why should you get anything?”
“But you had just promised that if these are Sex class then I will get what I want”
Vikas had now even dropped even any pretensions of analogy and was directly referring to sex.
“Not what you want mister, but something, yes. Big difference mister”
“So, what do I get?”
“What do you want?” Meena was looking into Vikas’s eyes and smiling.
“A selfie with you”
“Ah! Just a selfie. You have very low demands. I thought you will want more”
“But this is not a normal selfie. But something special”
“What? How?”
“It will be a Sex class selfie in tune with the analogies of triple S and Triple J”
“Oh, stop your analogies now.”
“So, selfie done?”
“I am sitting next to you. Click and get it done with”
“Not like this, I told you, it will be sex class”
“Uff!! You and your sex class. Ok tell me, what do I have to do?”
So now Meena had finally conversed with him in the same language as he had. I was like watching a film scene unfold in front of me, one where the wife is slowly seduced, or something like where it is mutual seduction. Just that this was not a film, and she was my wife. Real life wife.
And the suddenly Meena noticed the clock on the wall.
“It’s been more than 10 minutes since we here. Hubby would be coming soon. Hurry up”
“I want to do it perfect and when I have sufficient time. So maybe would take the selfie later”
“Nothing now then?” Meena sounded disappointed in her tone.
Vikas bent his head and said “anything you quickly give now will be an added bonus”
Meena lifted his head up, smiled at him and said “You are a nice boy.”
Then she got up, went near the center table, bent down to pick up the glasses of water on the table, stayed that way for some seconds, then looked back at Vikas and said “enough?”
“This is jeans class. What about sex class?”
“That we would do later, when we have time, as you said”
“But jeans class I have already seen. And sex class is later. So, for now, the quick reward should have been in between these two”
“What?”
“Something we had already done in the car”
“Shut up. Not possible. That was an accident”
“Just once more. Please”
“No”
“You are ready for sex class selfie but not for what we have already done”
“Not we have done but what you had done. And it was an accident”
“But just once, please”
“I said No. Anything else but not that”
“Ok then, when I take sex selfie, I will compensate for your refusal now”
“Whatever.”
“Ok. Nothing now. Later, sex selfie then.”
“Done”.
And with that Meena again smiled, got up and went to the kitchen to prepare some tea in anticipation of my any minute arrival. Vikas had also now straightened himself and seated properly.
I was on the other hand frozen. My mind was telling me that the 10 minutes I had said I will be back in had long gone by. Meena was also expecting me now. But my body was unable to move. One because my limbs were numb. And two because I had a huge erection. There had happened something in the car that Meena was unwilling to repeat again. It was clearly way more than she had exposed herself then and again willingly done so again many times now. She had not even objected when Vikas converted the so-called sex-class selfie to out and out sex-selfie but was unwilling to do again what had happened in the car? What could it have been? I knew I had to get the tapes I had hidden in her hand bag and listen to it immediately to find out.
What could it have been that Meena was willing to go for a sex-selfie but not that?
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Note: This is where I had left the story unfinished in Xossip. The story posted from now onwards will be fresh content.
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