26-10-2021, 03:25 AM
As Swati exited the Gateway building in DLF cybercity, she thought about the brief encounter in the office. She absently waved to the middle aged man in uniform who saluted her from his glass kiosk at the garage exit and drove out into the night.
Soon she would be home, and Dhruv and Ashok would be home, waiting for her, watching TV or playing something on the Xbox or whatever it was they called the game consoles these days. She wondered what Parvati, he live in maid might have made for dinner.
“Mummy!” Dhruv ran to her as soon as she opened the door and stepped inside the threshold.
Swati bent and hugged her five-year-old son as tight as she could while he planted sloppy kisses on her cheeks. She set her purse down and picked him up.
“Oof,” she said, “you’re getting so big!”
Dhruv giggled, and they proceeded into the sitting room where Ashok was lounging on his recliner with a bottle of beer.
“Hey!” he called. “Worked late huh?”
“Yeah,” she said, “deadline…product launch.”
Ashok nodded and turned back to the television. Some kind of cricket match was on, probably one of those short three-hour versions with international players and millions of rupees in the balance. Also, probably one of those games where people bet their life savings and more likely than not, lost them.
She threw Ashok a sour look and stalked off to the kitchen to inspect the food Parvati had prepared and left.
Ashok's lifestyle was enviable. He was the marketing head for a tractor company, recently promoted to VP and he didn’t have to hustle as much anymore. He just rode a bunch of managers and salesmen under him. Every month, he went off for a week, sometimes ten days, to talk to clients, fire up the troops and so on, but otherwise, he was an excel jockey and meeting maven.
Long liquid lunches, she supposed from his increasing girth even though he wasn’t thirty-five yet, and…could he be sleeping around as well? The thought didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would. Or should.
Dinner was with Dhruv at the table and Ashok still in front of the TV, so it was mostly kid talk. How had Dhruv’s day gone, what did his friend Shyam say, what happened to that toy and so on.
Dinner concluded, she gave Dhruv his bath and put him to bed.
The cricket match was still going on. It must’ve been in the last stages because the excitement was huge. Ashok was sitting at the edge of his seat instead of lounging in it. Three more beer bottles lay by his side. Swati sighed and went to change.
As she removed her bra in front of the mirror in the bathroom, she rolled her shoulders and grunted with the mild relief the movement afforded. The action stretched her spine and also thrust her tits out like some pole dancer in a night club. Her back hurt just like they had ever since Dhruv. Her already large breasts had grown even more and the extra weight pulled on her spine.
She supposed some yoga exercise or stretch would help and she made a mental note to check it out on google later. Her waist was still slim, although her stomach stuck out ever so slightly. The extra weight had mostly gone to her boobs and hips and her naked boobs went one way and then the other, slapping each other in the process. She tried a little wiggle. Yeah, she was still hot.
As she lay in bed, images from earlier in the day came back to her. Ramesh standing in front of her, his mouth agape. It was fun teasing him. She decided the thrill of being half naked in front of the help had made her lubricate more profusely than anything she had experienced before, even the most explicit porn.
She closed her eyes and focused on her sensory feelings during that short interaction. She savored the moments she had prolonged the episode by asking his name. She could have asked where he was from too, she guessed and lengthened the conversation further, adding to the thrill. Ah well.
Ashok was still watching TV. She wasn’t sure if the damn game was over or if he was watching something else now. Sometimes she wondered if he deliberately didn’t come to bed to avoid her. Even if he did come to bed, he would likely be too drunk to do anything. In any case, even when not drunk, he rarely started anything, and on the occasions she initiated sex, he would make some excuse and beg off.
Last weekend, with Sunday gloriously empty in front of them, she had reached out to him even though he had come to bed late, almost an hour after she had retired. He hadn’t responded and stayed soft. She tried with her fingers, then guided his hand to her boobs and made some fake moans to excite him, but nothing happened.
Finally Ashok said, “I’m tired babes, let’s just sleep.” No offer to cuddle, something she would have settle for, or even talk a bit. Nothing specific, just some chatter to fill the space and increase intimacy. But that too was not to be.
Their frequency of sex had gone from a few times a week to perhaps once a month. Soon, it would be birthdays and anniversaries only, she thought, and then…well, she didn’t want to think about it anymore.
Her mind returned to the office.
Dark but with enough light to see by, especially if one adjusted to them.
Ramesh stood there with his cart gaping at her, his stupid earbuds hanging from his belt. And she stood there in front of him, bottomless, no dupatta and her unfettered tits straining against the thin material of her kurta.
Wait, what? That hadn’t happened! Her tired mind, in the twilight before sleep was making up stuff. But still, it would have been fun to give him a little more of a show than the tantalizing glimpse of naked thigh, the big boobs squashed on the keyboard of the laptop. Hmm. Maybe something to think of.
Still savoring the little episode with Ramesh, she drifted off to sleep.
Soon she would be home, and Dhruv and Ashok would be home, waiting for her, watching TV or playing something on the Xbox or whatever it was they called the game consoles these days. She wondered what Parvati, he live in maid might have made for dinner.
“Mummy!” Dhruv ran to her as soon as she opened the door and stepped inside the threshold.
Swati bent and hugged her five-year-old son as tight as she could while he planted sloppy kisses on her cheeks. She set her purse down and picked him up.
“Oof,” she said, “you’re getting so big!”
Dhruv giggled, and they proceeded into the sitting room where Ashok was lounging on his recliner with a bottle of beer.
“Hey!” he called. “Worked late huh?”
“Yeah,” she said, “deadline…product launch.”
Ashok nodded and turned back to the television. Some kind of cricket match was on, probably one of those short three-hour versions with international players and millions of rupees in the balance. Also, probably one of those games where people bet their life savings and more likely than not, lost them.
She threw Ashok a sour look and stalked off to the kitchen to inspect the food Parvati had prepared and left.
Ashok's lifestyle was enviable. He was the marketing head for a tractor company, recently promoted to VP and he didn’t have to hustle as much anymore. He just rode a bunch of managers and salesmen under him. Every month, he went off for a week, sometimes ten days, to talk to clients, fire up the troops and so on, but otherwise, he was an excel jockey and meeting maven.
Long liquid lunches, she supposed from his increasing girth even though he wasn’t thirty-five yet, and…could he be sleeping around as well? The thought didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would. Or should.
Dinner was with Dhruv at the table and Ashok still in front of the TV, so it was mostly kid talk. How had Dhruv’s day gone, what did his friend Shyam say, what happened to that toy and so on.
Dinner concluded, she gave Dhruv his bath and put him to bed.
The cricket match was still going on. It must’ve been in the last stages because the excitement was huge. Ashok was sitting at the edge of his seat instead of lounging in it. Three more beer bottles lay by his side. Swati sighed and went to change.
As she removed her bra in front of the mirror in the bathroom, she rolled her shoulders and grunted with the mild relief the movement afforded. The action stretched her spine and also thrust her tits out like some pole dancer in a night club. Her back hurt just like they had ever since Dhruv. Her already large breasts had grown even more and the extra weight pulled on her spine.
She supposed some yoga exercise or stretch would help and she made a mental note to check it out on google later. Her waist was still slim, although her stomach stuck out ever so slightly. The extra weight had mostly gone to her boobs and hips and her naked boobs went one way and then the other, slapping each other in the process. She tried a little wiggle. Yeah, she was still hot.
As she lay in bed, images from earlier in the day came back to her. Ramesh standing in front of her, his mouth agape. It was fun teasing him. She decided the thrill of being half naked in front of the help had made her lubricate more profusely than anything she had experienced before, even the most explicit porn.
She closed her eyes and focused on her sensory feelings during that short interaction. She savored the moments she had prolonged the episode by asking his name. She could have asked where he was from too, she guessed and lengthened the conversation further, adding to the thrill. Ah well.
Ashok was still watching TV. She wasn’t sure if the damn game was over or if he was watching something else now. Sometimes she wondered if he deliberately didn’t come to bed to avoid her. Even if he did come to bed, he would likely be too drunk to do anything. In any case, even when not drunk, he rarely started anything, and on the occasions she initiated sex, he would make some excuse and beg off.
Last weekend, with Sunday gloriously empty in front of them, she had reached out to him even though he had come to bed late, almost an hour after she had retired. He hadn’t responded and stayed soft. She tried with her fingers, then guided his hand to her boobs and made some fake moans to excite him, but nothing happened.
Finally Ashok said, “I’m tired babes, let’s just sleep.” No offer to cuddle, something she would have settle for, or even talk a bit. Nothing specific, just some chatter to fill the space and increase intimacy. But that too was not to be.
Their frequency of sex had gone from a few times a week to perhaps once a month. Soon, it would be birthdays and anniversaries only, she thought, and then…well, she didn’t want to think about it anymore.
Her mind returned to the office.
Dark but with enough light to see by, especially if one adjusted to them.
Ramesh stood there with his cart gaping at her, his stupid earbuds hanging from his belt. And she stood there in front of him, bottomless, no dupatta and her unfettered tits straining against the thin material of her kurta.
Wait, what? That hadn’t happened! Her tired mind, in the twilight before sleep was making up stuff. But still, it would have been fun to give him a little more of a show than the tantalizing glimpse of naked thigh, the big boobs squashed on the keyboard of the laptop. Hmm. Maybe something to think of.
Still savoring the little episode with Ramesh, she drifted off to sleep.
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