Adultery A Cuckold by Birth

[Darksam]

Chapter 4 - Welcome the beast!


Nishma didn't mention my uncle in the next two weeks. However, it was constantly weighing on my mind. May be a little bit more introduction of him is in order. As I had mentioned earlier, he was husband of my father's cousin sister who was pretty close to our family at some point in time. She married a lower-caste man and hence my parent's were not keen on keeping them in their inner circle. My aunt was pretty at one point and had was quite close to my parents. They visited us few times a year but after my Aunt's sort of debilitating disease, which I never could understand, the frequency waned away. In the past few years, we drifted apart although my mother tried to keep in touch with them.

My uncle was not well educated and didn't fit well in our family order. While he was brusque and insensitive at times, more often than not he spoke his mind. He had a more traditional thinking and thought of the society as well structured unit divided into various compartments. He found it difficult to resist criticizing something that was jarring to his eye. While growing up, he disciplined me more than my parents. My aunt was affectionate but didn't disapprove of his methods. My parents were too busy managing their social status, so I didn't mind it. While he had the right intention his ways were rather coercive and that became a problem once I grew up.

His persistent lechering nature flared up an ugly head in our relationship. Everyone in my family was fair and all the ladies were good looking, if not beautiful. My uncle on the other hand was quite dark and while he didn't look bad there was nothing worth mentioning about his looks. Due to his low educational status and poor background, the men from our families didn't like him much and were reluctant to form a bond with him. He would spend most of his time running errands and making things happen during festive occasions, which brought him in close connection with the women of our family. It took several years for the men to feel threatened but eventually everyone did.

The men didn't mind their middle aged wives occasionally flirting back with him but they strongly objected when he carried his behavior with their daughter-in-law's who were young and in their prime. Most girls of that age don't really entertain such a man but one of my cousin brother's wife didn't mind. It is unclear what happened but my Uncle's relationship with our family went sour soon after that. My cousin's brother's family relocated to distant place so there wasn't much of real fear anymore but my uncle was made an outcast, in a subtle manner.

He still worked in a local bank but had been considering retiring after his two daughters got married and moved to different locations in India.

After that temple episode and our discussions far away from home, it was clear that my deepest fantasies could be realized with Nishma sooner or later. Even my lame description of my uncle didn't deter her from entertaining thoughts of having an affair with him. There was no revulsion of having to make out with a complete stranger in her mind. Although, I tried convincing myself that it wasn't this uncle in my fantasies, I knew that I was only trying to fool myself.

My uncle was about an inch or so taller than me and his pairing with Nishma may not have looked all that comical. He was much dark and over the years his complexion only worsened. Physically he was overweight and showed a nice belly but nothing that seemed out of the ordinary for his age. He still had lot of hair but it was all graying. My hairline had started to recede already.

At home, my parents were puzzled when I mentioned about visiting this uncle on some pretext.

I called up my uncle and had an awkward conversation with him. He congratulated me and joked that he should not hide his bride from me and definitely invite him to the wedding. The engagement ceremony was a private affair so he wasn't invited and neither had he seen her picture. I mentioned to him that I may visit him over the weekend if time permits. He jokingly retorted who wants to meet you, send your fiancé instead. Such was his nature.

I resisted the whole week and finally called Nishma on Thursday to let her know about the plans for the weekend. She was thrilled and probed me further to learn about his situation, his likes, dislikes. She met me that afternoon to understand everything in detail in order to prepare for her meeting with him. My heart was beating wildly as she learned practically everything I knew about him. She even asked me to bring some of his earlier photographs. And to my surprise she wasn't disappointed by what she saw. As we parted for that evening, Nishma brought back the topic of the main reason of our visit. All along she played little heed to it and perhaps behaved as if it was a forgone conclusion.

On our way back, she started the discussion, ensuring that we were in relatively private setting.

"Adwait you are sure about introducing me to him, right?"

"No - we are just swinging by," I clarified.

"Yes but no one introduces their fiancée to a philandering uncle in such a private setting."

"Would you rather not go?" I asked.

"It's not about me - you do understand how your uncle may interpret it, right?"

"Why do you think he may misread it?"

"Come on Adwait," she retorted frustrated with my clueless behavior.

"You introduce him as a domineering, persistent lecher and tell me that he won't get your subtle message?"

"Even if he didn't get it - you still hope that you set our relationship with him in right frame of context, don't you?"

"Can you please speak clearly?"

"Relax," she said, noticing my agitated state.

"Take a few deep breaths," she urged and, "listen to me carefully."

"Don't masturbate the next two days," she said abruptly. We did discuss about this aspect and she knew that I masturbated, which is tacitly understood in most cases anyway. The frequency was every other day and sometimes daily. Usually, it happened in the night before I went to bed.

"Listen to me; don't do it tonight and tomorrow," she urged.

"Let's talk on the way to his place on Saturday," she said and walked to her bus stop.

Nishma was keen on pushing the envelope as well but she wanted it to be our decision instead of hers or mine. It was apparent that she wanted to make up my mind and felt that it would be easier for me to do if I kept myself on the edge. No doubt it worked. My uncle showed up as the ruthless conqueror in my dream who subjugated all the neighboring kingdoms and not only did he do so in my case but also visited my queen's bedchamber and mated with her as part of a reconciliation ritual. I resisted the urge to masturbate even though I thought I was on the edge already. It was a repeat the next night as well albeit this time I replayed it in my mind consciously again and again.

Nishma and I were to leave early the next morning. Uncle's house was about 100km and in those days it meant roughly couple of hours or so. We had our own car - as we said we came from fairly affluent background and could afford one even in the license raj. I reached Nishma's home about 6:00 am or so. The young maid was expecting me and she silently lead me to Nishma's room on the second floor. She lived in a fairly big house that had had more than five bedrooms. Her bedroom was on the opposite corner from their parents; all other rooms very empty and used sparingly.

I froze instantly when I noticed a giant dog (English mastiff) blocking my way into her bedroom. The maid quietly lead him inside Nishma's bedroom and urged me to join her.

"He is a nice boy," she consoled.

NIshma was up. She was packing her bag with clothes, even though we planned for a day trip.

"Come Adwait," she invited.

"Move him to the inside room," she ordered the maid. He barked as I entered the room; his loud bark resonated through the house.

"Close the door," she commanded the maid as the maid guided the dog into inside room.

"You didn't tell me that you had a dog."

"Why is he barking?" the servant girl remarked.

"He is quite gentle," said the servant girl, "doesn't bark much but don't know why he is behaving this way now."

Nishma asked her to leave and get our food ready.

"It is a friends - I went to visit yesterday but he didn't want to let go of me."

"Why?"

She smiled and said, "for the same reason he is barking right now."

"I don't understand."

"He is being protective."

With my puzzled look she felt obliged to explain. She looked inside the other room through the window. He had quieted and was sitting on the floor, his heavy tongue hanging down by the side of his mouth. He soon sniffed his penis and licked his genitals.

"He is a strapping boy - just two years old or so," she whispered. I noticed that his penis was showing through the sheath.

"Do you see it?" she asked eagerly.

"He senses a lady in heat - and so has been guarding her since last evening."

"He thinks you are a competitor so wants to drive you away."

"You know," she said excitedly, "invariantly during my critical phase he ends up in my room."

"This is the third time now," she added.

"You want to see how hard he tries?" she asked teasingly.

Nishma stepped into the room without giving me a chance. She quietly walked in and closed the door behind her. He didn't get up and waited for her to approach. She knelt down and hugged him. He licked her face playfully, which she tried to evade unsuccessfully. She held his snout and kissed on his nose. Soon after he got hyper and tried to mount her. He practically knocked her down with his sudden movement and his weight. To my utter disbelief, instead of laying down completely, Nishma steadied herself by spreading her knees. The dog didn't need much invitation as he frantically started humping her. The giant dog pinned her down and held tightly by her waist as he desperately tried to find the right spot.

Nishma giggled uncontrollably as the hapless dog tried to mate with her. Only when he couldn't make any progress did he dismount but immediately pushed his nose into her pelvis. Fortunately she was wearing a tight fitting jeans that hopefully made smelling her pussy difficult. Nishma finally pushed him away and stepped out of the room.

"He is such an ardent one," she added, admiring his massive build.

"Now hurry," she said, grabbing her bag.

"Your uncle deserves my attention much more than him."

Our plan was to do some sight seeing and then visit them late in the afternoon and head back in the evening to reach home before dinner time. We talked about sundry things and by the time with hit the main highway things were quiet and smooth. My amusement with dog was not quite done though, so I asked, "you really think he could mate with a woman."

She laughed uncontrollably and said, "yes of course."

"The pheromones that a female in heat emits are very similar so yes it possible for a male species of any kind to mate with a woman as long it is physically possible."

"You haven't?" I asked hesitantly.

"No, no," she blurted trying to contain her laughter again. I just play with him and allow him some liberties but nothing that serious.

As I weighed her words, I realized that Nishma was in her fertile week, which meant she would be receptive to my uncle's advances. Nishma seemed to have read my mind.

"Do you think your uncle would be as perceptive?" she asked.

"Don't think so," I replied casually.

"I bet that he would sense it," she retorted.

"Did you think about how we should approach our relationship with him?" she asked.

"Wait you did not, right?" she asked hinting towards my bulge. I shook my head. She asked, "you did what I said, right?"

"Yes."

"Now when I say that - our relationship with him," she clarified, "I am referring to not the public sphere but private sphere of our relationship."

"Can you elaborate?"

"There are certain boundaries our societal norms have laid down for us," she elaborated, "and most of us obey those at least in our public life."

"We may choose to do whatever pleases us in our private life as long as it doesn't impinge on our public life."

"So, when you think about the three of us - what boundaries you have in mind."

"I still don't get it," I replied, getting increasingly uncomfortable due to stiff penis that was refusing to stay within the confines of my pants and her verbal foreplay. She sensed my discomfort as I shifted my weight and try to align my penis correctly.

"Good," she said realizing the source of my discomfort.

"You need to think both with your head and that for such things," she said pointing to my stiff erection.

"Let me ask you something before we discuss the boundaries of our relationship," she said collecting her thoughts.

"Did you have any strange dreams in the past few days?"

"Uh..." I shuddered the moment she asked it. Instinctively she understood that she got immediately to the crux of the matter.

"Go on," she urged, "don't make me plead."

"I had the dream of a king who had to surrender to his conqueror and as part of the reconciliation agreement the conqueror gets to visit the royal queen's bedchamber."

"Plausible," she quipped.

"It wasn't just any night - meticulously planned and orchestrated ceremony when the queen would be most receptive."

"Not bad at all," she said, slapping my thigh.

"All of such things must have definitely happened in the past," she conjectured.

"If I could hazard a guess, you were the vanquished king, and Uncle was the conqueror that leaves me to don the duties of the queen."

She laughed but contained it realizing my resentment.

"You know," she continued, "in olden times the king had right to take the virginity of a newly married woman."

"It was called 'right of the first night'," she added.

"It 's all fine in our fantasies," she said looking at me, "in those I can be whoever you want me to be."

"In real life, there are consequences and hence we need boundaries," she said returning us back to our original discussion.

"If I may put words in your mouth," she continued, "you don't really intend to embrace public boundaries in our private dealing with him."

"Am I correct," she asked. I nodded.

"Now, that may mean many things but would it be fair to say that you wouldn't object if I developed a strong bond with him. Something akin to what he had with some of the women from your social circle."

"More or less," I said agreeing.

"Now these women were perhaps never alone with him, so one wouldn't know for sure."

"But I would presume you would imagine us - Uncle and me - reducing the physical distance in private after having bridged the emotional distance."

Nishma knew how to play with words and toy with my emotions.

She rephrased it again to make it clearer, "If he were to eventually sleep with your wife on rare occasions - it would be acceptable to you, right?"

I didn't know how to respond. She felt for my heart beat and took my excitement as an answer.

"You don't want it to end - do you?" she asked. Once again my silence answered her question.

"And you certainly wish him to enjoy your wife's youthful body sooner rather than later."

She waited for my answer but didn't really expect me to. It was rhetorical question.

"Now that we know our eventual goal - let's talk about how you want to see this evolve."

"If you really want this to evolve then we need to drop the hints right away."

"Very first thing," she started, "when we three are together you would allow or rather encourage him to pursue me in a subtle manner."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"Figure it out," she retorted.

"How are we going to do all that - we will be out in an hour from their home."

Our discussion moved away from this topic and we focused more on our day's itinerary. Unlike myself Nishma could turn on and off her urges with relative ease. Although Nishma didn't really say it in explicit terms, perhaps preserving the decorum of our relationship, I knew that if my disgusting uncle made a move on her and decided to mount her even in this trip, I would have allowed it. Perhaps deep down even Nishma knew this; her concern was more about secrecy.

We discussed more details about Uncle and Aunt. There were a few other aspects that I had left untouched. My Uncle was couple of years younger to my Aunt; in those days the wives would be at least five years younger to the husband and the normal usually was around 6-8 years age difference. It was a second marriage for my Aunt as the first one ended in a divorce, which had affected her relationship with our family. Although she was married for 5 years before she got divorced, she didn't have a child and was perhaps the reason why her marriage ended in a divorce. However, my over zealous Uncle impregnated my Aunt soon after marriage and dispelled the myth of my Aunt's infertility. In fact, he was so virile that within a matter of 2 ½ years, my Aunt gave birth to two daughters. If that weren't enough, he impregnated her three more times but unfortunately, all the times my Aunt miscarried. The last one happened perhaps a decade ago and maybe the complications from this was the reason behind my Aunt's illness. I noticed Nishma's nervousness or anxiety as she shifted her weight in the seat incessantly as we talked about these aspects. Certainly, in my mind it was clear that his virility, his lecherous tendencies and his ability to seduce younger and gorgeous women allowed me to grant the ultimate status of the conqueror in my fantasies.

When it was time to head to my uncle's home, she made me stop at a desolated spot so she could change into more comfortable but traditional attire. She was wearing jeans with a button down shirt on top. She changed to a tight fitting nice sleeveless Salwar Khameez. It was the modern styled Khameez that didn't run all the way down and split on the side at the waist level or slightly above it. She avoided wearing perfume perhaps in an attempt to let him smell her willingness, I imagined. I noticed once again how big her breasts looked in that tight fitting garment.

"Do you think he would be pleased?" she asked teasingly. She took hold of my bulge as she pushed me against the car. As I tried to kiss her, she firmly said, "Don't."

"I don't want your scent on me, right now," she added. There was few moments of silence as she intently watched me while caressing my bulge. We were only 15-20 minutes away from his place. She didn't say anything but continued massaging my penis. She stroked my penis with a clear intention of making me cum but my thick trousers didn't give her enough leverage. After a long pause she sat back in the car.

"What was it about?" I asked, heading back to his place. She didn't respond and chose to ignore my question.

Even though I was in a state of confusion, I knew that this was perhaps the moment where I could have called it off completely. Nishma's categorical rejection to my kiss should have made it apparent that she was heading to his place with a mission. And my agreement to her behavior conveyed in no uncertain terms that I was willing to live with the consequences.

We finally arrived at their house. My uncle's house was surrounded by a very big yard that was filled with lot of mango trees. The house was amidst these trees that not only provided with ample income but also complete seclusion.

"Here is the deal," she said as we approached the house.


"If I like him then we look for an excuse to stay over," she said breathlessly.

My uncle was enjoying the evening sitting on the veranda.

"Look who is here," he yelled, looking at me. We were about 30-50 feet away. Nishma ignored me the moment Uncle laid his eyes on her. He looked at me only for a moment before taking in her sweltering beauty. She got out and gave him her charming smile and blushed as it struck her how mesmerized he was with her beauty.

"And who is the gorgeous lady," he remarked having approached her. I wondered how he managed to descend those stairs without turning his gaze from her. Nishma stood tall proudly and quickly arranged her clothes to make herself presentable.

"How tall and gorgeous she is?" he remarked inspecting her overall body in rather obscene manner. Nishma, I thought, was used to such glances but for a change I noticed her face redden. She blushed and evaded his eyes for few moments as the lady in her recognized his lustful gaze.

"What made you fall for him?" he asked. It only embarrassed her even further but she mustered courage and responded, "You Uncle."

Uncle was taken aback; perhaps he didn't really expect a woman to answer such a question, at least not the way she answered. Nishma confidently admired their ancestral home after having unsettled him. He stood by side ignoring me standing on the other side of the car behind them.

"Come," he said, trying to lead her and that bastard lay his hand on her instantly. Nishma looked at him and although she was a little nervous, she tried to conceal it with her pretty smile. To understand the gravity of this act - it is important to understand that men were generally not allowed to touch a woman and especially not the way he was leading her. Even though it was common in the movies, in real life it was still uncommon for even husband and wife to walk that way. A complete strange leading a woman that way meant that they were rather well acquainted.

"Why don't you pick your stuff?" he suggested to me, while I lead her to your Aunt's room. Almost instantly my uncle showed to Nishma that he was a jerk - not only was he leading my fiancée away but he was commanding me to take care of errands. Nishma ignored me completely and paid attention to him while ascending the stairs.

"How so," I heard him ask.

"Oh no nothing," she demurely replied.

"Come on," he urged, stopping at the top of stairs. Nishma hesitated for a brief moment and my ever sharp uncle knew that my presence would make it difficult for her to speak up. Tactfully, he took a side step to take cover of the huge pillar that supported the roof. Pulling her even closer he encouraged her to whisper it to him.

While I couldn't see them, Nishma filled in the details and what went through her mind right then. At first, she was enamored by his direct approach. For a man to disregard the presence of a woman's husband whilst conveying his strong desire to mate with her unequivocally is no ordinary feat. And then physically encroaching her private space that apparently even I wasn't supposed to until after I got married to her - right in front of her husband's eyes - only reinforced her initial impression. If that weren't enough, he pulled her into his arms as he tried to pry out the reason behind her witty retort. Nishma explained how his body's pungent odor filled her nostrils and his stale breath smelled of tea. As disgusting as it sounded to her, she admitted that the effect on her was quite the opposite.

"It's nothing Uncle," she said evading him and trying to distance herself from him in vain. Uncle's hand now had a firm grip on her waist and he had even pulled her towards him, so that she was facing him but not quite. As his hands dug in, they made contact with her naked skin, the short Kurta riding up offered a small patch of skin for grabs.

"Hurry now," he urged her as I was about to grab our backpacks from the trunk and walk in.

"It's just that," she hesitantly spoke and then leaning forward whispered into his ear, "he said something about your ability to take care of women."

His chest swelled with pride as her sensuous lips delivered sweet notes to his ears. Uncle laughed wholeheartedly. His bouncing belly against her waist reminded how perilously close she was to him. She looked at his face intently. He was dark skinned. The hard-work over the years and exposure to sunlight only made it much darker. His round face sported a thick, graying mustache and stubble that liberally covered the coarse skin of his face.. His thick graying eyebrows highlighted his complexion and smallish eyes. His hairline receded only a little but the grayish color of his hair gave away his age. His nose was ordinary and he had thick lips that very completely black.

Nishma was in a trance. She anticipated a rather covert approach and even then she felt not much may happen unless she subtly conveyed her desire to him. Nishma was tall and even though I thought my Uncle was taller than me that wasn't the case; he was perhaps an inch or so shorter than me. This gave Nishma a vantage point as she looked at him from higher angle and could easily inspect him without his knowing. She found herself rounding her shoulders and stooping closer to him to hear what he was about to say. Only this time, instead of offering her ear, she just bridged the distance between their faces.

Uncle, looked up and blurted, "which I very much do." His stale breath hit her once again but it wasn't bad.

"But let's talk about it in private," he added, looking into her eyes. Here eyes that were locked with his lowered in acceptance.

"He won't be able to take it," he said.

"Sure he won't," she responded, locking her eyes with him and then sensuously suggesting that they separate themselves as she hinted towards my approach.

They stepped into the house not giving me a chance to catch up with them. Nishma later on shared that even though she had hinted, he didn't let go of her until he lead her to Aunt's bedroom. By the time, I reached, Nishma was sitting by Aunt's bedside. We exchanged our pleasantries. Aunt was pretty impressed with my choice and showered praise on both of us. Even Uncle was beaming with pride for a change in a more fatherly manner.

Very soon the topic of length of our stay came up and as I tried to convince my Aunt, Nishma politely acceded to her request. It was a subtle hint to me that she approved of my Uncle and considered him worthy of her attention. My loins stirred as she stole a glance while talking to my Aunt. Uncle was missing for a little while and even I moved our bags to the bedroom where guests usually stayed.

The house was designed as an "U" shape. The entrance of the house was at the base of the "U." The kitchen was on the far end of right side and Aunt's bedroom was right next to it. Uncle slept in the bedroom next to hers bordering the living room. The other side of "U" was mostly used for guests. In the belly of the "U" was the big yard that most houses had for socializing with members of a joint family. The entire house rested on elevated base perhaps about 5-6 feet above the ground level. The steps behind lead to the backyard that was meant for private use. It was quite big; one could easily play hide and seek if they wished to. The bathroom was in the far left corner of this yard.

Aunt and Nishma spoke for what seem like 15-20 minutes when both Uncle and myself showed ourselves back. Nishma seemed a little unnerved as her flushed face and her irregular breathing confirmed. Aunt justified that it was just she was sad hearing about her illness.

"Let me make some tea," quipped Uncle and stepped out of the room. Ever since Aunt had taken ill, Uncle took care of daily errands for both of them. The two daughters would occasionally visit and provide temporary relief but Uncle and Aunt believed in being self-sufficient. It was not easy to maintain such a big house; a maid visited twice a day to make food for them but the house largely was maintained by him.

"Why don't you two freshen up?" suggested Aunt.

"Aunty let me make the tea instead," she responded. Aunt smiled. I made way back to the bedroom to grab a towel so that I could freshen up. The bedroom was at the far left end of the "U" right opposite to the kitchen, across the yard. As I stepped out into the yard and peered into the kitchen, I could make out two figures standing near the kitchen platform. The voyeur in me descended the stairs into the back yard but instead of heading to the toilet, I moved towards the kitchen and climbed the steep platform to peep in through the kitchen window. It was quite dark and it was quite private so there was little fear of getting caught; besides I didn't want to miss the best moments. Unfortunately, the kitchen itself was dimly illuminated with very little light coming from the two windows and the door that seemed to have been pulled together. It was open when I last saw, so my Uncle must have taken the initiative, I thought.

While I witnessed some of the scene, I couldn't tell what they were talking about due to the noise of the burning stove. What I am about to narrate is what Nishma shared with me. She didn't reveal all the details immediately but over a period of several years she elaborated on all the finer aspects of what transpired between the two and how they build their chemistry.

"Uncle let me make it," she interrupted him as soon as she stepped in the kitchen.

"Thank you," he uttered with a beaming smile. Uncle grabbed the utensil, the tea and sugar bins from the small cupboard. Nishma tied the scarf behind by her waist, essentially pulling it up a little until it was just around her neck. She did this to avoid having her scarf fall onto the stove that she was trying to light. The olden burning stoves that ran on kerosene needed quite some physical effort to light. She vigorously pumped the stove as Uncle stood by her side and watched her heaving breasts that were so obscenely visible. Nishma exclaimed how her pussy was inundated with her juices perhaps anticipating some kind of vigorous pumping from Uncle.

As she kept the utensil on the stove, she realized that her breasts were not covered by her scarf and although she wasn't really wearing a deep necked Kameez, it was tight fitting and exposed the top portion of her breasts. Uncle ogled at her beauty and suddenly realizing that he was making her uncomfortable said, "let me check on Aunty and see if Adwait needs anything."

"It's okay Uncle," she replied as she poured water in the utensil, "Aunty should be fine and Adwait must be freshening up."

"You don't have to worry about me being alone with you," she added, as he moved to the door that opened into the yard. He must have seen me descend the stairs into the backyard when he pulled together the door. Uncle tiptoed behind her and stood right by her, laying his hand on her waist once again. She nervously smiled looking at him as she added the ingredients to the water.

"Keep your voice low," he said leaning forward into her, "Aunty's hearing is very good."

Nishma smiled as he made it clear to her that he didn't want Aunt to find out that he was overstepping his boundaries.

"It's fine Uncle," she retorted, "I won't tell on you."

"You have to watch out," she said, "getting too close to other women would get you in trouble - that's what happened in the past," she added, clearly hinting that she knew about his past. Uncle was surprised and slowly withdrew his hand from her waist. There was a little bit of disappointment on his face.

"Sorry Uncle, I was joking," she said turning towards him. His hand now rested on her back and her heaving breasts were right in front of him. She once again realized how naked she felt in front of him.

"Forget about that," he asked lowering his voice and taking a tiny step towards her.

"You are so tall - what made you choose him?"

"What's in height uncle besides there is no point crying over spilled milk," she replied jokingly.

They both giggled trying to contain their laughters. I had perhaps entered the scene at this time. Even from the behind view I could see Nishma's right breast jutting out obscenely; I could only imagine how irresistible she must have looked from front.

"And you are so beautiful - wish I had such a luck," he uttered without any emotion.

"You are so kind uncle. You are lucky yourself with such a pretty wife."

"I wish she was healthy too," he added with a little resentment in his voice.

"I hope she recovers fast too," responded Nishma.

"I still envy his fate," he quickly said turning into more jovial discussion.

"Uncle he is just a husband - although a woman dreams of a charming and dynamic husband like you - not everyone is fortunate," she quickly retorted with a mischievous smile. I thought she meant it as a sly remark and perhaps that was her intention too but Nishma is not quite certain about this anymore. Uncle should have backed off but he instead he took one step closer and pulled her into his arms. She was caught off guard with his sudden move. She moved her one hand to his shoulder and with the other hand she grabbed the the platform. She was in his arms; her right breast met his shoulder and she could feel his manhood against her thigh.

The situation had escalated much faster than we imagined. I evaluated my options and thought of intervening, yet at the same time I knew that this was the moment I had been longing for. Uncle confidently responded, "and what she can't find in her husband she looks for in other men of her family!"

Nishma was silent. Except for the burning sound of the stove there was practical emptiness in the room. Uncle inspected her breasts in a direct manner. She desperately tried to avoid his eyes and turned to adding the milk to the tea. As soon as she put back the cup on the platform, he swiftly pulled her into his embrace. Nishma supported herself with her hands on his shoulders. His hands moved southwards from waist and caressed her large butt. I could clearly see how small his hands looked while trying to knead her butt.

Uncle then moved his hand up and untied her hair. She had tied her hair behind with a simple band. He let her hand loose and played with it feeling the soft, silkiness of her hair between his fingers. The aroma of the tea was permeating through the room. Uncle pulled her head down and I saw my beautiful wife leaning forward to offer her lips to him. Nishma played coy but submissive. Uncle confidently parted his lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She reluctantly kissed him back but more in amateurish way. Uncle held her head in place with his hand on her neck and continued kissing her. Uncle squeezed her left breast. She winced with his rough move and engaged in her kiss more actively. His one hand kneaded her shapely butt. Nishma must have entertained him for a minute or so but it seemed like an eternity to me.

Aunt called for Nishma. It broke the trance they both were in. He quickly stepped out in the yard and Nishma tidied herself after wiping her mouth. The tea was almost done and it was time for me to run back lest getting caught by Uncle. Fortunately, Uncle didn't head to the toilet instead he headed back to the living room.

When I returned, Nishma had already served tea to both Aunt and Uncle. Nishma's face seemed unusually flushed and when Aunt asked her she remarked that it was quite hot here.

It was hot and humid. The errant electricity didn't alleviate the pain but only ridiculed the local population. They had gotten used to it and opted for their hand fans and lanterns in the night time. Nishma was hesitant to stay over but she had concealed her apprehensions. Besides, it just seemed as if the sparks were about to fly. Nishma avoided looking at Uncle directly but every now and then I saw her inspecting him inconspicuously. I was amazed

Finding an opportune moment, we sneaked to our bedroom, which was at the far corner of the house, opposite Kitchen.

"Why are you so nervous?" I asked.

"Don't you know - your Uncle already fancies me," she retorted.

"Well you wanted to encourage him, didn't you?" I retorted.

"He didn't need any," she fumed.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked a little frustrated.

"Figure out how to head back," she shot at me.

"I thought you agreed with Aunty," I objected.

"Well you could have objected," she quickly retorted.

"But it is not safe to drive so late in the night."

"I don't feel safe here either," she replied and stepped out into the yard, heading towards kitchen.

Nishma's sudden change in mood surprised me. It seemed as if she wanted to stay for the night but perhaps she wanted an excuse if things didn't go out as planned, I thought. At the very least I thought she was uncomfortable with the notion. Regardless, Nishma looked simply irresistible; especially after her brief episode with my uncle. All the while we were talking I was only inspecting her well shaped body. Her tall and slender figure looked so appealing. The dress she opted for outlined her bust and figure perfectly. It was apparent that she knew what attracted men about her and she knew how to put on a good show.

Even though Nishma was uncomfortable and should have not encouraged him any further, she decided to make his favorite dish to please him. Nishma got busy in the kitchen, along with the maid. Uncle asked me to buy a few things from the nearest shop, so I left immediately. Not much happened while I was gone but around the time I returned, Nishma was with Uncle in his study room. It was on the other side of the living room, two doors down from the bedroom where we stayed that night.

Uncle was not really a learned man but he had developed this reading habit over the years and was an avid collector of books. At some point, this became his private library where not many entered. The room was the same size as his bedroom, which was exactly opposite on the other end of the living room. The room had a small bed by the window right opposite to a small entrance that had split door opening inwards. The doors were not perfect and were only meant for providing some security but not really any privacy. A metal chain hanging at the top of the door usually locked in the buckle at the top of the door frame. This was standard for houses built around those times.

When I returned, I was surprised to not find Nishma in the kitchen. Instinctively, I veered to Uncle's study room. It was quite and not much could be discerned, so I didn't understand but waited for her to come out. Nishma filled in the details about what transpired inside over the years.

Aunt had suggested that she offer Uncle the special dish. Reluctantly, she walked to Uncle's room with the dish in her hand.

"Uncle that was a big mistake earlier," she mumbled, handing over the dish to him. Uncle was too excited to see her alone again and especially with his favorite dish in her hand. Surprisingly he didn't pounce on her; instead his behavior was much more cordial. He sat on his chair savoring the dish before he responded to her. Nishma stood a few feet away and exercised unusual caution with him.

"It was a good one," he mumbled with his mouth full of food.

"I am glad you weren't offended," he added.

"Uncle I am very sorry about what happened; I shouldn't have let down my guard."

"You only did what was natural," retorted Uncle.

"Uncle please," she pleaded.

"Come on Nishma", he interrupted, still comfortably seating and eating, "you know that this would have happened sooner or later."

Nishma was dumbfounded with the calmness he was talking to her about such scandalous behavior.

"Look," he said, looking up, "I know his type," he said referring to me, "they cannot do justice to your beauty."