Adultery Busty beauty Mrs. Dimple Aggarwal and ugly Birju Naukar

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Episode- 5


Dimple came back to India not knowing how she will continue her life after what happened to her. She felt like she doesn’t belong to the world anymore. When she talked to her mother on phone she lied about being robbed but she knew she had to tell her mother the truth at some point but it was a daunting task for her. Somehow she gathered courage and told to her mother down to every little detail. Her mother listened to her every word and didn’t speak anything. Her forehead became sweaty as she listened to Dimple. By the time Dimple was done, she could sense the shock and disappointment in her mother’s face. Dimple placed her face on her mother’s lap and started crying. Her mother pushed her face aside, stood up, and said, “wow beta, just wow, toh hamari pyari beti America main ya study karna gayi. I am so proud of you. Now I finally know, ka tu hamari phone calls kyu ignore kar rahi thi. Tera papa na kaha, she must be studying, hama usa disturb nahi karna chahiya. Lekin usa kya pata ki uski pyari beti ya sab kar rahi ha. I am really disappointed in you Dimple, you have lost my trust”.
Dimple was sitting on her bed, crying continuously and her mother was standing, looking down at her with her eyes brimming with anger. Dimple felt ashamed of herself and couldn’t look in her mother’s eyes. Her mother tried to control her anger and lowered her voice, “I don’t want to talk more about this, agar koyi aaur baat hai toh bata da, I will have to talk to your father about this, I want every single detail. Abhi bata da mujha sabh kuch, agar baad main mujha pata chala that you hid something from me, toh apna haal soch lena”. Dimple didn’t say anything, her mother started walking towards the door, Dimple gathered whatever courage and energy left in her and said, “ mummaa wait, I have to tell something else also”. Her mother stopped at the door and look back at her, “ok…. Bolo jaldi. I don’t have all day”. Dimple finally looked in her mother’s eyes and said in a hushed voice, “ mumma….I..I…..I’m pregnant”.
Her mother felt like someone just stabbed her heart with a burning sword. She slowly walked up to Dimple and slapped her with all the force she could muster from her body. For a second the room was filled with a loud “thappp” sound. This was the first time she ever slapped Dimple in her life and just in the matter of a couple of days, Dimple experienced being slapped twice- by Steve and her mother. The older version of Dimple would have thrown every tantrum in the world if she was slapped with her mother but this Dimple knew that she deserved this slap. She didn’t utter a word and stayed on the bed crying violently.
Every fiber in her mother’s body wanted to slap her until she couldn’t do it anymore but she loved her daughter too much to do that. Her parents might have spoiled her with every luxury in the world but they weren’t going to overlook mistakes of this caliber. Her mother started yelling at her, “Pack your bags and get the hell out of this house. Tujha zyada sir chada leya hai hamna. Tukhe duniya ki harr cheej provide kari hamna and this is how you repay us. It was all our mistake. Ek 2 kauri ka insaan ka sath ya sabh karka ayi tu. Hamara kya kya dreams tha ki hamari beti ki ek classy and upper class family main shadi hogi but tuna prove kar deya ki tujha kitna bhi pyaar and comfort provide karva do teri aukat gutter ka keron vali hain. You have been the biggest disgrace to our family. Common common get your back and jaha sa ayi hai na vahi vapis ja, get the hell out of our house”.
Dimple tried to hug her mother,” mumma I am sorry please forgive me”. Her mother backed off and said, “stay away from me, pata nahi kon kon si bimari leke ghum rahi hai tu. Harmari izzat ka toh majak bana deya tuna. Sarre family, sarre community main log hama bolenga ki ukni beti ki reality ye hai”. Her mother felt like her brain will explode under the pressure of this gut wrenching mistake her daughter made so she went out of the room and slammed the door hard on her way back. Dimple laid back on the bed and kept crying like a child.

Later that day her mother told her father about what happened with Dimple but intentionally missed out the pregnancy part and also about her spy videos. She fed him a skeletal and failed romantic story. She knew that he won’t be able to digest the entire truth. Still her half-baked story was heart shattering for him. Dimple’s father pampered her a lot and he wasn’t the typical Indian guy who was going to beat her daughter for something like this. He had no idea how to react to this situation. So he just went silent about it and acted normally with her.
Couple of days passed and Dimple’s mother finally decided to get hold of the situation so she secretly took Dimple to a doctor and aborted the child. Their abundance of wealth made sure that this remained a secret between Dimple and her mother. Things went back to routine but their life was changed. Dimple was no longer a talkative girl. She hardly went out of house and remained in her room most of the time. Her mother took it to heart and went into depression. He stopped going to his office or attending any meetings. He would spend most of his drinking and smoking, his mind and heart was not able to process the reality. He tried to forget about it and move on with life but a voice in his head constantly screamed, “jis phool jaise beti ko maine itna pyaar sa paala, jisko maine duniya ka harr sukh provide keya, jisko kabhi main eek single scratch tak nahi aana diya, meri us pyaari bacchi ko kisi 2 kauri ka insaan na ek sasti randi ki tarah chodd ka mera paas vapis bhej deya. Meri beti ki izaat and paisa dono loot leya us haramzada na”. He could feel an evil voice in his head laughing at him, “HA HA HA abba namarad tu din raat paiso ka piche bhagta rehta hai, vaha ek gorra teri beeti kko din raat ghori bana kar chod ta raha. Jab tu apna bank balance ka piche bhaagta raha, vaha tera paisa parr aish karka vo harami, teri beti ko koyi randi ki tarah patak patak ka chod raha tha aur tu abb kuch nahi kar sakta namarad di aaulaad. This voice was haunting his soul.
Dimple was in agony seeing her father, who was known among the business community as a wild tiger, become a drunkard and lose his mind all because of her. She felt miserable and ashamed for bringing this on her family. She might be a stubborn brat but she loved her parents more than anything. Her motivation to do anything anymore in life was shattered and she wanted to fall asleep and never wake up again. She was emotionally scarred for the rest of her life but she had the blood of her parents. She decided she will take control of her life and won’t be a miserable child dependent on her parents.
She walked to her father that day and tried to talk to him and somehow get him back on his feet. But her father didn’t blamed her for his condition rather said he is upset because an investor named Kanti Mishra backed out of a deal and now he is not able to find another investor for their new project which is of utmost importance for him. Dimple was acquainted with Mishra since she was 18 as he used to come visit them on Diwali. Dimple asked her father with a bit of surprise, “papa Mishra uncle ke baat kar raha ho aap? Vo toh hame acha sa jaanta hai. Unko kya hogya suddenly”. Her father gave a thin smile, “arra beta time sabko badal deta hai. Mishra ka time abhi acha chal raha that’s why vo kisi ki baat nahi suntan”. Dimple hugged her father like a little child and assured him, “arra papa don’t worry, aap aaram karo, main baat karka dekhti hun Mishra uncle sa”.
She went back to her room, looked at the giant dressing mirror and said in in her, “they called me a slut and a whore, he used me like a puppet. Now I will show this world what this slut can do”. The next day she went to meet Mishra to discuss the funding. She wore a white Saree with a short sleeve blouse. Her assets were at their best because of the pounding she got Steve. She intentionally wore a black bra contrasting with her saree color so that her bra and its straps were noticeable under her white blouse. Her boobs were jumping left and right as she walked. She put some red lipstick on her smooth and soft lips. She matched her pearl white saree with sexy black heels. She tied her hair in a bun style. From her face and hair style, she looked like a rich and mature businesswoman going about one’s day. But her body below the neck looked like an adult model going for a photo shoot. Her deep cleavage was only hidden by a near-transparent white pallu. Her black bra strap on her back was visible under a white blouse. Her wide bubble ass was tightly squeezed by her saree.
When she reached Mishra’s office, he was stunned to see her. Kanti Mishra was a 48-year-old obese guy. He stood at 5 feet 6 inches and the extra weight on him made him looked like he belonged in a circus. His hairs were almost gone except for the sides. His big beaky nose and an ugly smile made him aesthetically unattractive. He was a decent person and behaved well with others but always secretly checked out every single woman.
The moment Dimple entered his office, he immediately rose to his feet and ordered his assistant and other team members to get out. Then briskly walked up to Dimple and gazed at her beauty, “Oh My god! Dimple what a pleasant surprise beta. Tum America sa kab ayi? It is so nice to see you. Tum toh apna Kanti uncle ko bhul hi gayi ho lagta hai. Come dear come”. He held Dimple’s hand and walked her to the leather couch that was lined along the wall. Dimple smiled at him as she adjusted her soft ass on the couch, “Uncle vo actually sab kuch itna jaldi main huya and my semester was about to start, so I had to leave on short notice. Anyways ya sabh to hum free time main discuss karlenge. I don’t wanna waste your time. I know you are busy so I will get straight to point. I came here because vo papa na mujhe bataya ka you pulled out of the project. What happened Uncle, aap toh papa ka acha friend hain fir suddenly happened?” Kanti gave her a devilish smile, “arra Dimple beta aap abhi bachi ho. Yes, I promised you father ka main unka project fund karunga. At first mujha project viable laga but after discussing it with my team, I think ka project properly planned nahi kiya huya hai and requires lot more brainstorming. Main ek unplanned project pa itni investment nahi kar sakta. Aap samjho it too risky for me”.
Dimple was starting to get frustrated as he was giving her a hard time. She noticed that he was staring at her cleavage hidden under her transparent Pallu. She thought in her, “ye harami toh maan nahi raha. Esko doosra option sa hi convince karna paraga mujha”. She smiled back at him, “I understand uncle, aapka point practical toh hai but I mean ya papa ka dream project hai. He has been looking to do this from a long time. Vo toh he at the moment is himself funding several other projects and ventures, that is why vo abhi khud invest nahi kar sakta”. As she finished saying this, she removed her Pallu from over her boobs. Kanti was now drooling over her smooth deep cleavage. Dimple dropped her Pallu from her shoulders and looked around the office, “ Kya uncle…… ya kaisa office hai apka. Kitni garmi hai yaha pai. Aap itna acha ho aur apka office itna bekaar”. She looked back at his eyes, licked her lips with her tongue and said, “ mujhe toh lagta hai mujhe apni saree utarni paregi, otherwise I will melt. Main itni pareshan ho rahi hoon apka office main aur meri baat bhi nahi maan raha”. Mishra was having the time of his life looking at her body. After she dropped her Pallu completely, her tight blouse looked like a bikini and her boobs and navel was giving Mishra a rock hard boner.
He somehow concentrated and looked at Dimple, “ Arra beta, apka father mera acha friend hai. I don’t want to back off from the deal we made but thing is the planning is not up to the marks in his project”. Dimple slipped closer on him on couch. She rubbed her cleavage a bit slowly- pretending to wipe the sweat, gave him a seductive expression, “ Uncle don’t worry about planning. Hum aisa karta hai, kal sham ko milta hai drinks pa. Hum dono beth kar acha sa plan kar leta hai project. I know you are a busy person but I will make it worth your time. Jo jo bhi apka planning main problem lag rahi hai, kal main sarre problem solve kardoongi aapki. But agar aap free nahi hai toh I don’t wanna force you”.

Mishra was dumbfounded at what she was hearing. He felt like he was having a dream. His face went pale and his forehead became sweaty. He was searching for his tongue to speak but he could only manage…beta vo…..I……mean…woo…..” Dimple touched his hand softly, “ arra kya huya uncle itna kya soch raha ho aap. I know aap mujha bachi samajtha hain and apko lagta hoga mujha koyi experience nahi planning karna main. But ek baar app try karka toh dekho. Aaj tak apna aisa koyi planning session nahi dekha hoga. I can promise you that”.
Dimple was intentionally stressing the word “Planning” and Mishra wasn’t a child who couldn’t understand her double meaning. Her seductive talking was making Mishra’s body excited and stiff. His throat was dry like a desert, he knew he couldn’t let this offer go at any cost, so he gathered his senses back and spoke, “beta maina kabb kaha ki tumha experienced nahi ho. I am sure about this, jis tarah ki planning tum karogi mera sath, maine aaj tak life main dekhi nahi hogi”. Dimple wanted to tease him more so she stood up, bent slowly keeping her back towards him and pulled her saree up to her knees and adjusted back on the couch. Mishra almost fainted realizing how big and round her ass was. Now he was able to see her pale irresistible legs and sexy feet in the heels.
Dimple wanted to turn him complete insane so she said, “ Uncle toh kal sham ko milta hain. Kal apka ka office main?? “. Mishra was cheerful, “ arrra beta tuma konsi koyi rokk hai, jab chaha ayo mera office main. Jab bhi tumhara dil kara…Pllaa…….Plll….Panning karna ka mera paas aa jaya karo”. Mishra was scared saying this but he knew it is now or never and he didn’t want to look like a coward when girl like Dimple was ready for all this. When he realized that Dimple didn’t mind him saying this, he got some more courage and the excitement got hold of his tongue, “ but agar tumhara kal sham ko mann kar raha hai Planning karna ka toh, sham ko kar lainga. Drinks ka sath toh planning achi hogi”.
Dimple’s plan for seducing him was working but she wanted to put some last nails in the coffin, “ Ji uncle main bhi drinks ka sath planning pasand karungi Uncle. But Uncle main apko pehla bata deti hun, mujha toh planning lambha time tak karna pasand hai. I don’t want ki main itna ready ho kar ayu and aap mera saath planning karta karta jaldi exhaust ho jayo. Agar planning karni hai to ekdum jungli jaanvar jaise karni hogi because aapko toh pata hai mera jaise young age main toh energy kaafi hoti hai so aadmi jaldi tired nahi hota. Vesa mujhe lagta hai ka aapki age ho gayi hai apsa zyada time planning hogi nahi”.
By now Mishra could feel pre cum flowing out of his rock hard dick. He body was shaking looking and hearing at Dimple’s sudden transformation into a sexual goddess. But he was standing his ground, “ Dimple beta I know main dekhna main Buddha ho gaya hoon and mera weight bhi kaafi zyada hai but I can assure you mera bacha, Ek baar tumna apna Uncle ka sath beth ka plaaning Karli, tum toh daily kahogi ki mujha Mishra uncle ka sath planning Karni hai. Don’t worry I know abhi tum bachhi ho. Tumha darna ko koyi zarrorat hai, main tumha bahut pyaar ka sath planning karna sikha doonga. Slowly slowly jab tum seekh jayo gi acha sa planning karna, fir main tumhara test loonga ek. Fir test ka time main tumha pyarr sa nahi samjhayunga, fir main poora pressure and speed ka test loonga tumhara. But aap chinta matt karo. Starting main toh main planning session easy rakhunga tumhara liya. Tumhara jab man kara aa jana baaki mujhpa chorr do.
Dimple was surprised by his perversive thinking but her plan was almost successful, “Uncle aap toh poora ready lag raha ho but agar aapko itna confidence hai apna upar toh ek kaam karta hai, yaha apka office main log disturb karanga huma. How about this, kal ek evening and night ka liya aap koyi acha sa hotel room karva lo. Vaha hum arram sa planning kar lainge. Aapka jaisa mann kara mera vesa test le lena”.
She moved closer to him, and then placed her hand on his thigh, “And agar hamari planning session evening main na khatam huya and aapko laga ki thori aaur zyada brainstorming, thori zyada auur mehnat and thori……zyaddaaa…..aurrrrrr….. zorr lagana ki zarurat hai…mera…..project ka upar. Toh hum night main sarre raat….jaag karr…..….barrrrr…….barrrrr planning kar lenge”.
Mishra’s body was on fire and he felt like his dick could explode any minute. He wiped sweat of his face,” yes beta nice idea….jaise tumha acha laga…main ready hoon. But beta tumh……tumhar………apke parents…. I mean tumhari mom…….. ko mat bolna. They won’t understand. Hamari planning secret hi rakhna.” Dimple winked at him seductively, “ don’t worry uncle main bol doongi main apna friend ka saath out of city ja rahi hoon. Agar apko mom ki tention hai toh……tohh……agar aap kaho toh main mom ko bhi satth la ayungi. Teeno mil kar lenge planning…. Whatever you desire Mishraaaaa Unclee”.
Mishra wanted to agree to her offer but decided to play it safe, “beta tumhari mom ka sath toh mera planning karna ka kaafi time sa mann tha. But abhi aap na chance da deya mujha, ab aap mom ko rehna do. Kal sham ko ready rehna aap ….maybe….jab bhi mann kara….i am always ready, hotel ka details main apko message kardoonga raat tak”.
Dimple knew she had him on a tight leash now and didn’t need to do so she stood up, adjusted her adjusted her saree back to normal, told him she will be ready tomorrow and she walked slowly out his office to give him a final tease of her ass. As she walked out of the building, her face turned red in anger and she was cursing him, “fucking pathetic pervert, all men are dogs. Uughhhhhh. Yaarr kal pata nahi mujha kya kya karna pareya es animal ka sath…..ohh god I’m gonna puke but maine papa ko already itna hurt kardeya hai, I will do anything to make amends even if I have to fuck his fat piece of ugly shit…yuckkkkkkkk”.