19-12-2018, 10:16 AM
Part - 53
From the corner of my eyes, I could make out that he was fidgeting around, as if wanting to speak to me about something. But I continued to igrnore him. Finally I heard him clear his throat, and say "Umm, Jignesh bhai ... I ... umm ... was wondering if you would be kind enough to ... errr ... have a ... umm ... you know ... a small one ... with me... ?" smiling sheepishly, even as he made the sign of a small peg with his thumb and forefinger.
Seeing the reluctance on my face, he came forward, and said "I know big people like you drink only the English stuff ... and if you want I can go and get it for you..." grinning sheepishly again. "Umm, no thanks, Kamlesh bhai..." I replied smoothly, smiling at him, and speaking loud enough for my reply to be heard by Alka bhabhi in the kitchen too. His face fell when I declined, and I could see the conflict raging through his mind.
I was sure that he drank his country stuff every night, and was probably wondering how he could drink in my presence. Now that I had anyways agreed to wait till Alka bhabhi prepared the food, I thought that I might as well make it easier for him and me. "But please feel free to have your drink, Kamlesh bhai ... I will give you company with some nimbu paani..." I said with a smile.
A bulb seemed to have suddenly come on in his face, for his face lit up with joy, as he beamed, exclaiming "Oh, that is very kind of you, seth..." grinning from ear to ear again. "I am a poor man, seth ... I only drink desi daaru ... but my man also supplies beer ... can I get some beer for you, seth... ?"
His calling me "seth" time and again was beginning to get on my nerves, and just to get rid of him for some time, I said "Alright, Kamlesh bhai ... whatever you say ... just stop calling me 'seth' please..." trying to sound as polite as possible. "Oh, ok ... sure ... whatever you say, seth..." her replied, before breaking up into a cackling laugh at his own gaffe.
He hung around; scratching the back of his head, and it took me a while to realize what he was waiting for. Reaching for my wallet, I extracted two five hundred rupee notes from his wallet, and thrust it into his hand. Taking it from me with a sheepish grin, he glanced at it surreptitiously before exclaiming "Oh, I don't need this much, seth..." once again calling me that.
Pressing my forefinger to my lips, I winked at him conspiratorily, and said "Keep it..." flashing him a knowing smile. He beamed at that, and nodding his head enthusiastically, thrust the money into his shirt pocket. "I'll be back in a flash..." he exclaimed as he practically rushed out of the house, checking himself just in time, and not calling me 'seth' again. Heaving a sigh of relief, I headed back into the living room of the house. I saw the little girl staring at me wide-eyed, shy, yet curious.
Smiling at her, I searched my pocket for some candy, and finding one, offered it to her. Her eyes lit up when she saw that, and she came forward tentatively. Snatching the candy from my hand, she was about to turn around and run, when I caught her and lifted her in my arms. She squirmed and giggled when I tickled her, and carried her into the kitchen, where her mother was busy preparing a meal for her undeserving husband.
Upon seeing her daughter being carried by me, Alka bhabhi smiled at me warmly, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "Has he gone... ?" she asked me in a resigned tone, referring to her husband. "Yes..." I replied with a wry smile on my face. She opened her mouth to say something, but then checked herself, and kept silent, shrugging her shoulders.
Walking up to the platform, where she was washing the rice, I said "Bhabhi ... I knew he wanted to drink ... and if I had said no ... I know he would have taken out his frustration on you ... that's why I agreed..." by way of explanation. "Oh, Jignesh bhai ... you don't have to explain anything to me ... I know that whatever you do ... will be keeping my interests in mind..." she replied, looking sideways at me with a resigned yet grateful expression on her face.
Clad in that pale yellow saree, with the pallu tied around her slender yet fleshy waist, her swollen breasts straining inside that blouse, and her milky white skin shining with perspiration, she looked immensely desirable to me.
Visions of her in my house, feeding me her milk-swollen breasts, taking my slimy cock in between them, sucking on my cock, and allowing me to cum in her mouth, flashed before my eyes, and I felt my cock harden instantly. Guitily, I lowered the child on to the floor, who trotted away into the living room immediately.
With the two of us in the kitchen, Alka bhabhi also seemed to be thinking of the same thing, for she suddenly said "Jignesh bhai ... I haven't told my husband that ... that I had come to your house..." her voice faltering, keeping her eyes away from mine. "I told him that I have met you only once ... at Mayuri ben's house ... on her daughter's birthday..." she added, still avoiding looking at me.
"I understand bhabhi..." I said simply, realizing how awkward it was for her to say this. "A soft heart and a hard cock are a lousy combination..." I thought to myself, as I realized how I was yet again torn between my lust for this incredibly desireable 27-year old lactating housewife, and my empathy for her situation. "And I'm very sorry for having put you in this situation, Jignesh bhai..." I heard her saying, turning to look at me once again. "What situation, bhabhi... ?" I asked, daring her to explain.
Embarrassed, she wiped her brow with the back of her hand once again, before replying "Now you have seen what my husband is like, Jignesh bhai ... and all I can do is say sorry to you for his behavior..." her eyes downcast. "Oh, no ... there's a lot more you can do, bhabhi..." I replied, chuckling to lighten the mood. As she looked up at me questioningly, and saw me smiling, her lovely pale face lit up with a shy smile.
Glancing at the open door of the living room, I walked up to her, and wrapped my arms around her slender yet fleshy waist. Pressing my hard cock bulging inside my jeans against her ample fleshy bottom, I placed the palms of my hand on her fleshy belly. I saw the color rush to her cheeks immediately, as she threw a nervous glance towards the door of the kitchen.
"Don't worry, bhabhi..." I whispered into her ear " ... I was just teasing you..." as I smiled good naturedly. "I just wanted to say thank you for inviting me to enjoy the food cooked by your own hands..." I said softly, as I let go off her belly, and squeezed her wet hands, planting a soft kiss on her flushed cheeks.
"Ohh..." she breathed, as I let go of her, and stepped back, smiling at her warmly. I knew that she would have had her heart in her mouth for a moment, at my bold move, and there was something like relief and immense fondness writ all over her face, as she blushed, and smiled shyly at me; unable to say anything. "Come on ... let me help you ... I am quite good at cutting vegetables..." I said with a laugh, dispersing the nervous energy in the room.
She protested vehemently, but I eventually convinced her to let me cut the vegetables she needed for the pulaav. I was still in the kitchen, cutting the vegetables, when Kamlesh bhai returned, clutching two black plastic bags under his armpit. He came straightaway into the kitchen, and shoved a few bottles of beer into their antiquated second-hand refrigerator, that was bursting at its seams.
"Arree..." he exclaimed when he saw what I was doing " ... you have put our guest to work in the kitchen... !" chiding his wife. "Oh, I told him not to ... so many times ... but he just wouldn't listen..." Alka bhabhi exclaimed in a mock exasperated tone, albeit with a fond smile on her lovely face.
Her husband was quick to open a bottle of beer for me, and pour it into a glass, while he poured a stiff measure of the strong smelling country liquor for himself, grinning at me sheepishly as he did that. I spent the next half an hour or so with him in the living room, sipping slowly on the insipid beer, even as he got himself quite drunk on his own poison.
By the time Alka bhabhi served him dinner, he was quite high, and beginning to get overtly garrulous. He staggered as he went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he returned after splashing water on his face, I could see that his sunken eyes were bloodshot. While having dinner, he threw a tantrum at his wife, on the salt being a bit too much in the yogurt-based salad that she'd prepared; to to my shock, flung the bowl to one corner of the room, mouthing obscenities at her.
The poor Alka bhabhi took all of this silently, used as she must have been to his drunken artrocities in the house. However, I could not miss the embarrassment on her face, at being humiliated like this in front of me. Even their 3-year old little daughter was silent through out, staring at both her parents, in wide-eyed fear. I was anyways full, and therefore did not eat much, and the momentI saw that the little girl was through with her food, I excused myself and stood up.
I carried the empty plates into the kitchen, and got the little girl to wash her hands. She had warmed up to me by now, and was not so apprehensive any more. So disgusted was I by Alka bhabhi's boorish behavior that I decided I needed some fresh air. I told them that I would take their daughter out for a stroll, and buy her some ice-cream.
The kid's face brightened up at the mention of ice-cream, and she willingly came along with me. I saw Alka bhabhi give me a grateful glance, just as I stepped out of the house, even though her eyes were moist with tears.
I walked up to a near-by store that remained open till late in the night, and bought some ice-cream. As I walked back, the 3-year old toddler, clutching my finger, I wondered what the hell I was doing here, with this family, which to me seemed beyond salvation. When we got back, the girl ran up excitedly to her mother, showing off the ice-cream cone that I'd bought for her, eliciting a weak but grateful smile from her mother.
Kamlesh bhai sitting sprawled on the cot, clutching the nearly empty plastic bottle of country liquor. As he saw me, he staggered up, and asked with a stupid grin "Would you ... like ... to have ... some more ... beer... ?" his speech slurred, and his eyes bloodshot. "Don't mind, OK seth ... I will just finish this before I go to sleep..." he slurred, waving his nearly empty bottle of hooch. I just gave him a forced smile, and stretched my back.
I'd been out more than half the day, and my back was beginning to ache. And with half a bottle of wine, and a bottle of beer inside me, I too was beginning to feel sleepy. As I yawned, I heard Kamlesh bhai yell at his wife "O Alka ... go make the bed for Jignesh bhai ... he is tired now ... and he wants to sleep..." staggering up from his cot, and fetching some paan masala from his shelf. Hearing his shout, Alka bhabhi came rushing out of the kitchen, the surprise writ large over her face.
Motiong to her with my eyes to ignore what he'd just said, I got up and said to him "No, Kamlesh bhai ... please don't bother ... I will just go home and sleep..." His mouth full of that paan masala, he shook his head in his drunken stupor, and said "No, sir ... no way ... you are tired ... and you have had beer to drink ... so it is not safe for you to go home alone now ... so you will sleep here tonight..." staggering on his feet, and his speech slurred.
"But why are you forcing him ... when he doesn't want to..." I heard Alka bhabhi protest, her voice indignant. "Shut up ... you stupid bitch..." Kamlesh bhai roared at her, shouting out so loud that their 7-month old baby, who was sleeping in the cradle all this while, startled, and started wailing.
"Oh, God ... help me..." I heard Alkha bhabhi cry out in anguish, as she rushed to the cradle and picked up her wailing baby. Clutching the baby to her bosom, she looked at me through teary eyes, before rushing back into the kitchen.
Staggering up to me, Kamlesh bhai placed a bony hand on my shoulder and muttered "Ignore her, seth ... you please accept my humble invitation ... to give you shelter for the night in my humble abode..." his speech melodramatic in his drunkenness.
As I began to protest, he shook his head adamantly, and folding his hands in melodramatic placation, almost begged me "Please, seth ... I insist ... otherwise I will feel that you do not consider me your friend..." bowing his head in front of me, and being persistent the way drunks could be.
From the corner of my eyes, I could make out that he was fidgeting around, as if wanting to speak to me about something. But I continued to igrnore him. Finally I heard him clear his throat, and say "Umm, Jignesh bhai ... I ... umm ... was wondering if you would be kind enough to ... errr ... have a ... umm ... you know ... a small one ... with me... ?" smiling sheepishly, even as he made the sign of a small peg with his thumb and forefinger.
Seeing the reluctance on my face, he came forward, and said "I know big people like you drink only the English stuff ... and if you want I can go and get it for you..." grinning sheepishly again. "Umm, no thanks, Kamlesh bhai..." I replied smoothly, smiling at him, and speaking loud enough for my reply to be heard by Alka bhabhi in the kitchen too. His face fell when I declined, and I could see the conflict raging through his mind.
I was sure that he drank his country stuff every night, and was probably wondering how he could drink in my presence. Now that I had anyways agreed to wait till Alka bhabhi prepared the food, I thought that I might as well make it easier for him and me. "But please feel free to have your drink, Kamlesh bhai ... I will give you company with some nimbu paani..." I said with a smile.
A bulb seemed to have suddenly come on in his face, for his face lit up with joy, as he beamed, exclaiming "Oh, that is very kind of you, seth..." grinning from ear to ear again. "I am a poor man, seth ... I only drink desi daaru ... but my man also supplies beer ... can I get some beer for you, seth... ?"
His calling me "seth" time and again was beginning to get on my nerves, and just to get rid of him for some time, I said "Alright, Kamlesh bhai ... whatever you say ... just stop calling me 'seth' please..." trying to sound as polite as possible. "Oh, ok ... sure ... whatever you say, seth..." her replied, before breaking up into a cackling laugh at his own gaffe.
He hung around; scratching the back of his head, and it took me a while to realize what he was waiting for. Reaching for my wallet, I extracted two five hundred rupee notes from his wallet, and thrust it into his hand. Taking it from me with a sheepish grin, he glanced at it surreptitiously before exclaiming "Oh, I don't need this much, seth..." once again calling me that.
Pressing my forefinger to my lips, I winked at him conspiratorily, and said "Keep it..." flashing him a knowing smile. He beamed at that, and nodding his head enthusiastically, thrust the money into his shirt pocket. "I'll be back in a flash..." he exclaimed as he practically rushed out of the house, checking himself just in time, and not calling me 'seth' again. Heaving a sigh of relief, I headed back into the living room of the house. I saw the little girl staring at me wide-eyed, shy, yet curious.
Smiling at her, I searched my pocket for some candy, and finding one, offered it to her. Her eyes lit up when she saw that, and she came forward tentatively. Snatching the candy from my hand, she was about to turn around and run, when I caught her and lifted her in my arms. She squirmed and giggled when I tickled her, and carried her into the kitchen, where her mother was busy preparing a meal for her undeserving husband.
Upon seeing her daughter being carried by me, Alka bhabhi smiled at me warmly, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "Has he gone... ?" she asked me in a resigned tone, referring to her husband. "Yes..." I replied with a wry smile on my face. She opened her mouth to say something, but then checked herself, and kept silent, shrugging her shoulders.
Walking up to the platform, where she was washing the rice, I said "Bhabhi ... I knew he wanted to drink ... and if I had said no ... I know he would have taken out his frustration on you ... that's why I agreed..." by way of explanation. "Oh, Jignesh bhai ... you don't have to explain anything to me ... I know that whatever you do ... will be keeping my interests in mind..." she replied, looking sideways at me with a resigned yet grateful expression on her face.
Clad in that pale yellow saree, with the pallu tied around her slender yet fleshy waist, her swollen breasts straining inside that blouse, and her milky white skin shining with perspiration, she looked immensely desirable to me.
Visions of her in my house, feeding me her milk-swollen breasts, taking my slimy cock in between them, sucking on my cock, and allowing me to cum in her mouth, flashed before my eyes, and I felt my cock harden instantly. Guitily, I lowered the child on to the floor, who trotted away into the living room immediately.
With the two of us in the kitchen, Alka bhabhi also seemed to be thinking of the same thing, for she suddenly said "Jignesh bhai ... I haven't told my husband that ... that I had come to your house..." her voice faltering, keeping her eyes away from mine. "I told him that I have met you only once ... at Mayuri ben's house ... on her daughter's birthday..." she added, still avoiding looking at me.
"I understand bhabhi..." I said simply, realizing how awkward it was for her to say this. "A soft heart and a hard cock are a lousy combination..." I thought to myself, as I realized how I was yet again torn between my lust for this incredibly desireable 27-year old lactating housewife, and my empathy for her situation. "And I'm very sorry for having put you in this situation, Jignesh bhai..." I heard her saying, turning to look at me once again. "What situation, bhabhi... ?" I asked, daring her to explain.
Embarrassed, she wiped her brow with the back of her hand once again, before replying "Now you have seen what my husband is like, Jignesh bhai ... and all I can do is say sorry to you for his behavior..." her eyes downcast. "Oh, no ... there's a lot more you can do, bhabhi..." I replied, chuckling to lighten the mood. As she looked up at me questioningly, and saw me smiling, her lovely pale face lit up with a shy smile.
Glancing at the open door of the living room, I walked up to her, and wrapped my arms around her slender yet fleshy waist. Pressing my hard cock bulging inside my jeans against her ample fleshy bottom, I placed the palms of my hand on her fleshy belly. I saw the color rush to her cheeks immediately, as she threw a nervous glance towards the door of the kitchen.
"Don't worry, bhabhi..." I whispered into her ear " ... I was just teasing you..." as I smiled good naturedly. "I just wanted to say thank you for inviting me to enjoy the food cooked by your own hands..." I said softly, as I let go off her belly, and squeezed her wet hands, planting a soft kiss on her flushed cheeks.
"Ohh..." she breathed, as I let go of her, and stepped back, smiling at her warmly. I knew that she would have had her heart in her mouth for a moment, at my bold move, and there was something like relief and immense fondness writ all over her face, as she blushed, and smiled shyly at me; unable to say anything. "Come on ... let me help you ... I am quite good at cutting vegetables..." I said with a laugh, dispersing the nervous energy in the room.
She protested vehemently, but I eventually convinced her to let me cut the vegetables she needed for the pulaav. I was still in the kitchen, cutting the vegetables, when Kamlesh bhai returned, clutching two black plastic bags under his armpit. He came straightaway into the kitchen, and shoved a few bottles of beer into their antiquated second-hand refrigerator, that was bursting at its seams.
"Arree..." he exclaimed when he saw what I was doing " ... you have put our guest to work in the kitchen... !" chiding his wife. "Oh, I told him not to ... so many times ... but he just wouldn't listen..." Alka bhabhi exclaimed in a mock exasperated tone, albeit with a fond smile on her lovely face.
Her husband was quick to open a bottle of beer for me, and pour it into a glass, while he poured a stiff measure of the strong smelling country liquor for himself, grinning at me sheepishly as he did that. I spent the next half an hour or so with him in the living room, sipping slowly on the insipid beer, even as he got himself quite drunk on his own poison.
By the time Alka bhabhi served him dinner, he was quite high, and beginning to get overtly garrulous. He staggered as he went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he returned after splashing water on his face, I could see that his sunken eyes were bloodshot. While having dinner, he threw a tantrum at his wife, on the salt being a bit too much in the yogurt-based salad that she'd prepared; to to my shock, flung the bowl to one corner of the room, mouthing obscenities at her.
The poor Alka bhabhi took all of this silently, used as she must have been to his drunken artrocities in the house. However, I could not miss the embarrassment on her face, at being humiliated like this in front of me. Even their 3-year old little daughter was silent through out, staring at both her parents, in wide-eyed fear. I was anyways full, and therefore did not eat much, and the momentI saw that the little girl was through with her food, I excused myself and stood up.
I carried the empty plates into the kitchen, and got the little girl to wash her hands. She had warmed up to me by now, and was not so apprehensive any more. So disgusted was I by Alka bhabhi's boorish behavior that I decided I needed some fresh air. I told them that I would take their daughter out for a stroll, and buy her some ice-cream.
The kid's face brightened up at the mention of ice-cream, and she willingly came along with me. I saw Alka bhabhi give me a grateful glance, just as I stepped out of the house, even though her eyes were moist with tears.
I walked up to a near-by store that remained open till late in the night, and bought some ice-cream. As I walked back, the 3-year old toddler, clutching my finger, I wondered what the hell I was doing here, with this family, which to me seemed beyond salvation. When we got back, the girl ran up excitedly to her mother, showing off the ice-cream cone that I'd bought for her, eliciting a weak but grateful smile from her mother.
Kamlesh bhai sitting sprawled on the cot, clutching the nearly empty plastic bottle of country liquor. As he saw me, he staggered up, and asked with a stupid grin "Would you ... like ... to have ... some more ... beer... ?" his speech slurred, and his eyes bloodshot. "Don't mind, OK seth ... I will just finish this before I go to sleep..." he slurred, waving his nearly empty bottle of hooch. I just gave him a forced smile, and stretched my back.
I'd been out more than half the day, and my back was beginning to ache. And with half a bottle of wine, and a bottle of beer inside me, I too was beginning to feel sleepy. As I yawned, I heard Kamlesh bhai yell at his wife "O Alka ... go make the bed for Jignesh bhai ... he is tired now ... and he wants to sleep..." staggering up from his cot, and fetching some paan masala from his shelf. Hearing his shout, Alka bhabhi came rushing out of the kitchen, the surprise writ large over her face.
Motiong to her with my eyes to ignore what he'd just said, I got up and said to him "No, Kamlesh bhai ... please don't bother ... I will just go home and sleep..." His mouth full of that paan masala, he shook his head in his drunken stupor, and said "No, sir ... no way ... you are tired ... and you have had beer to drink ... so it is not safe for you to go home alone now ... so you will sleep here tonight..." staggering on his feet, and his speech slurred.
"But why are you forcing him ... when he doesn't want to..." I heard Alka bhabhi protest, her voice indignant. "Shut up ... you stupid bitch..." Kamlesh bhai roared at her, shouting out so loud that their 7-month old baby, who was sleeping in the cradle all this while, startled, and started wailing.
"Oh, God ... help me..." I heard Alkha bhabhi cry out in anguish, as she rushed to the cradle and picked up her wailing baby. Clutching the baby to her bosom, she looked at me through teary eyes, before rushing back into the kitchen.
Staggering up to me, Kamlesh bhai placed a bony hand on my shoulder and muttered "Ignore her, seth ... you please accept my humble invitation ... to give you shelter for the night in my humble abode..." his speech melodramatic in his drunkenness.
As I began to protest, he shook his head adamantly, and folding his hands in melodramatic placation, almost begged me "Please, seth ... I insist ... otherwise I will feel that you do not consider me your friend..." bowing his head in front of me, and being persistent the way drunks could be.
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