Adultery Busty beauty Mrs. Dimple Aggarwal and ugly Birju Naukar

[Ajanmol]

EPISODE- 2

Rohan felt relief as he kept going away from the place which no longer is the comfortable home he once knew before his marriage. Back in the Aggarwal residence, everything fell silent to normal. Dimple came back to her normal senses after her usual anger outburst. She went back to making her hair and getting ready for the day. She heard soft footsteps climbing the stairs and slowly making their way to her room and a lady with a wrinkled face entered through the widely opened bedroom door. “ Kya huya beta, subah subah kyu jhagra kar raha ho apas main” with an insincere smile making sure she doesn’t irritate Dimple further. It was Rohan’s mother- Seema. Dimple looked at her with fathomless eyes and thought in her mind, “ ohh common ab ya budhii aa gayi mera dimag khrab karna. I really wanna punch this stupid women’s face” but she controlled her emotions taking pity on Seema’s age and deteriorating health. Dimple brushed aside her anger“ arra mummy ji mujha konsa shonkk hai apke beta sa behas karna ka. But agar subah subah mera sarr par koyi chadega toh kya main uski aarti utaru. Aap Rohan ko bolo na ki apni wife sa kaise baat karta hain”. Seema sensed Dimple's rage and out of her motherly affection and sense of duty she tried to calm Dimple down, “ arra bacha jaha pyaar hota hai vahi to larayi bhi hoti hai. Koyi na tum gusaa mat keya karo. Aapas main pati-patni arram sa nipta leya karo agar koyi problem hoti hai.”
As Seema finished saying this, Dimple walked towards her hastly, “ Aap na ya gayaan apna beta ko do, married life main kaise raha jata hai mujhe acha sa pata hai. Main koyi anpad nahi hoon.” As Dimple said this she stressed more on the word “anpad”, because Seema wasn’t a highly educated lady. She only had basic government college-level education. Dimple tried to taunt her indirectly. Semma felt this and realized that there was no point in arguing and her motherly guidance aren’t going to bear any fruit. She dropped her head down feeling humiliated, turned, and started retreating out of the room to the stairs to her room which was on the ground floor.
She closed the door behind her and wiped her slightly wet eyes and prayed in her mind, “ ha bhagwann app kripaa karo ham parr. Es ladki ko thori akal do. Varna ya hamara ghar and mera shareef beta ko hamesha ka leya barbaad kardegi aur ek din hame hi ghar sa nikal degi”.
Incidents like these were regular affairs in Aggarwal residence, which might look peaceful and lavish from outside its beautiful walls but inside of the house was filled with misery, sadness and betrayal- Dimple being the sole reason.  
Dimple felt a bit of evil relief by taunting her mother-in-law. She looked at the time and realized it was running faster than she thought. Her upper body was ready with a tight-fitted white kurta and underneath it a black sports bra, which made her breast curves evident. However, her lower body still needed better clothing if she was to get out of the house. She quickly closed the bedroom door and stripped her baggy pajamas full of floral artwork. Her thunder thighs and big soft ass were naked under her white Kurta which was up to her knees. Her skin was pale which made her curvy body even more irresistible. She opened her closet drawer and pulled out a black Calvin Klein underwear, slid them in between her legs, and slowly started pulling and adjusting them upwards her ass. She liked to wear tight clothing and struggled a little around her ass because her ass was growing bigger for her clothing. She giggled a little thinking about the growing structure of her body. Her struggle continued as she now tried to get her legs and ass through slim-fit light blue denim jeans. She slowly backed towards her bed, where she sat and pulled her jeans upward with strength. Her ass cheeks spread even bigger by sitting on the bed. Her struggle ended and she stood before her mirror looking at herself. Her tight clothing made every curve of her body more attractive. Her plump boobs dying to get out of her tight bra and ass jiggled as she walked. She was contemplating her beauty when she heard a knock on her door. She opened the door and suddenly a modest force from outside made the door swung wide open. It threw Dimple a couple of steps back and in a matter of second room was filled with adorable laughter. “Mumma mumma mumma main toh ready hoon college jana ka liya. Main apsa pehla doodh pe ka ready ho gaya. I am first and you are second”. It was Dimple’s 5-year-old son Aryan who was adored by everyone in the family. His laughter and happiness was the only thing that bridged the gap between Dimple, her husband and his family. Being a mother, Dimple loved her son more than anything and this love was one of the reasons she stayed as the daughter-in-law of the doomed Aggarwal family.
Dimple’s face illuminated with a broad smile and she joyfully picked Aryan up in her arms. Before she was able to say anything to him a lady in her mid-20’s came barging into the room. It was the maid of the house- Sapna. “ Aryan tum bahut naughty ho gaya ho aaj kal. Didi dekho na kaise dauurr raha hai sarra ghar mian. Apko bhi dsturb kardeya. Aur apna doodh and omelette bhi poora finish nahi kayi”. Dimple gave a frowning look at Aryan in a funny way and put him down from her arms, “ Acha bachuu what is this behavior? You are getting naughty by every day. No worries, I will tell the monster that you don’t listen to others”. Just like every other child, hearing about the monster made him a bit anxious and made his voice softer than usual, “sorry mumma, I will finish my breakfast”. Dimple hid her laugh looking at Aryan’s cute worried face and kissed him on the forehead. “ Sapna jaldi sa hamara breakfast laga do we are getting late. Aryan ko college drop karka mujhe apna friend ka office jana hai”. Within a few minutes, Dimple finished her breakfast, started sipping on her protein shake as she walked out of her house towards her pearl white Range Rover. Her ample boobs were jiggling as she walked. She was oozing sex appeal in her tight clothes.
Sapna opens the back door and Aryan jumped into the car while Dimple adjusted her voluptuous body in the driver’s seat. Dimple checks her makeup and hair in the rearview mirror, throws a naughty smile knowing that her beauty can remind an old man about his youthful days, and finally drove towards Aryan’s college.

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