19-12-2018, 12:10 PM
Part - 55
"Good night, Jignesh bhai..." he muttered to me drunkenly, as he staggered out of the room, without waiting for me to respond. As soon as he left, Alka bhabhi came into the room. Coming up to me, she said softly "Jignesh bhai ... can you help me bring my baby into the room... ?" her voice hesitant as she asked me that.
Not fully understanding what she meant, I immediately answered in the affirmative none the less, and followed her out into the living room. Her husband was lying sprawled on the cot there, watching some old Hindi film songs playing on their battered old black & white TV, absent mindedly scratching his groin area; a habit very common among some of these rustic folks.
I watched as Alka bhabhi reached into the cradle, where here 7-month old baby lay fast asleep, and picked her up in her arms. Turning to me, she requested me to help her move the cradle into their bedroom, visibly embarrassed at having to trouble me for that, when her husband was in the house.
As I lifted the old wooden cradle, and moved it into the bedroom, I saw her looking at her husband, lying sprawled on the bed, eyes half closed, and barely aware of what was going on around him. Having got the cradle inside, Alka bhabhi once again lay her baby in it, and gently patted the baby to sleep, rocking the cradle gently.
After she left, I took another swig of water from the bottle and lay back on the bed once again. I could hear Alka bhabhi tidying up in the kitchen, as she went about washing the dirty utensils, and putting the leftovers in the refrigerator. So tired was I that I didn't realize when I slept off, and I was suddenly woken up by the sound of an infant crying.
Startled by the sound, I woke up groggily, and it took me a moment to realize where I was. I was lying on my stomach on the bed, and someone had thoughtfully put a sheet over me. My eyes automatically went to the illuminated dial of my chronograph, and I realized that it was well past midnight. That meant that I had been asleep for more than an hour.
The house was dark except for the soft glow thrown by that tiny night lamp plugged into the wall socket. The sound that had woken me up was the crying of Alka bhabhi's 7-month old baby. As I watched through half open eyes, I saw Alka bhabhi, who'd been sleeping on the thin mattress laid on the floor, alongside her 3-year old daughter, sit up slowly.
Rubbing her eyes, she gingerly stepped across her sleeping daughter, and picked up her baby from the cradle, muttering soft sweet nothings to the infant under her breath. Picking up the baby, she sat down on the floor, cross-legged, cradling the baby in her lap, and rocking her to and from, hushing her softly from time to time.
By now, my eyes had grown accustomed to the semi-darkness in the room, and in addition to the soft glow bathing the room from the night lamp, I realized that I could see much more clearly, on account of the light streaming in from the partly open window of the bedroom, the source being a neon street lamp, outside their window.
The window was just above the bed on which I lay, and as a result the light from the street lamp fell directly on her, keeping me in the shadows. Through half open eyes, I saw her throw a quick glance at me, before reaching reaching under the pallu of her saree. It was then that I realized that Alka bhabhi was about to breastfeed her baby, as the infant had probably woken up for her nightly feed.
My mind was fully alert by now, and I felt my cock beginning to stiffen almost immediately, trapped as it was between me and bed, as I lay on my belly, my face turned towards the inside of the room, away from the window. As I waited with bated breath, my heartbeat quickening, Alka bhabhi quickly undid the bottom two hooks of her pale yellow cotton blouse, and in one practiced motion, pulled up the cup of her cheap cotton bra, to bare her left breast.
As she pulled up the pallu of her saree for a brief moment to bring her crying baby's mouth to her mammary gland, I caught a fleeting glance of her milk-swollen milky white left breast, in the dim light of the street lamp outside.
That one glimpse was enough for my stiffening cock to twitch under me, hardening considerably, before I heard the baby's cries being replaced by hungry suckling sounds, as she fed her thick nipple into the infant's mouth. I could not see the baby feeding, as she had drawn the pallu of her saree across her child, more from habit than anything else.
Once or twice, I heard the baby beginning to cry again, the nipple probably slipping out of her mouth, but was quickly silenced by Alka bhabhi, who reached under her saree, and adjusted her breast to allow the baby to feed.
After a while, I saw Alka bhabhi reach under her saree again, and pull her bra up the other breast also, and turn her baby around in her lap to feed her from the other teat. Once again, as she did that, I caught a fleeting glimpse of her swollen milky white breasts, capped by large light brown, almost pinkish, thick nipples, which were so characteristic of young lactating mothers.
My cock was painfully hard inside my briefs now, and I found myself involuntarily pressing it against the firm cotton mattress. Suddenly, I heard someone cough and my eyes were drawn to the open door of the bedroom. Framed in the door way was the unmistakable figure of Alka bhabhi's husband, Kamlesh bhai.
He stood in the doorway, clad in his tattered old sleeveless vest and that lungi tied loosely, well above his waist. Hearing his cough, I saw that Alka bhabhi's glance was also drawn to him. As he stood at the door, gently swaying from side to side, his left hand holding the door frame, I noticed that his right hand was between his legs, idly scratching his groin.
"Do you need something... ?" I heard Alka bhabhi ask him in a soft whisper, the irritation in her tone unmistakable, even as she continued to breastfeed her baby. I heard him grunt something inaudible, before he walked into the center of the room slowly, swaying a bit. It was when he came into the area that was illuminated by the faint light from the window, that I was able to see him clearly. What I saw caused my heart to skip a beat, and my mouth to go dry.
Her drunken husband had not been scratching his groin, but had been idly stroking his partly erect cock! In the neon light streaming from the open window, I saw that his very slender, but reasonably long cock, was partly erect, and he was stroking the shaft slowly, using his thumb and forefinger. I saw a pained look come on Alka bhabhi's face, as she threw a quick glance in my direction, obviously worried about my waking up.
As Kamlesh bhai approached Alka bhabhi, where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, cradling her baby in her lap as she breastfed the child, she looked up at him and hissed "What are you doing... !!!" the shock and disgust evident in her fierce whisper. Once again, her husband just muttered something under her breath, and came up to stand inches away from her.
Pulling his loosely tied lungi open toward one side, he continued to stroke his slowly hardening cock, a stoned look on his face, as he swayed slowly from side to side. Taking a step towards her, and almost thrusting his thin stiffening cock in her face, I heard him grunt "Choos..." ordering her to suck on his cock! I had never in my life seen a more perverted scene.
A drunk husband, holding his cock in his hand, standing in front of his wife; who was sitting on the floor, breastfeeding her recently born baby; and ordering her to suck on his cock simultaneously. "Pleasee ... what are you doing..." I heard the poor Alka bhabhi beseech her husband in a plaintive whisper, as she turned her face away in disgust.
As I watched dry mouthed, Kamlesh bhai grabbed hold of the bun of hair roughy, and tried to shove his cock into her mouth again! The helpless Alka bhabhi resisted this, turning her face from side to side, her eyes screwed shut, and her mouth twisted with distaste, shock, and hurt.
"Chooos, sali ... or I will..." I heard that disgusting asshole grunt gruffly, as he yanked his wife's head back roughly by the bun of her hair, forcing her to look up at him, his not fully erect snake-like cock swaying inches away from her lips. "Please ... please ... let me atleast finish feeding her..." was Alka bhabhi's piteous whispered cry, as I witnessed the humiliation she was being subjected to by her filthy husband.
For some reason, he swayed back, letting go of Alka bhabhi's hair. He staggered back a step drunkenly, and stood there, stroking his slender cock slowly with just his thumb and forefinger. Mercifully, the baby seemed to have had her full, for the suckling sounds had ceased, and I could hear her soft rhythmic breathing.
With a sickened expression on her face, I saw Alka bhabhi, gingerly pick up her sleeping child and place her in the cradle. Her drunk husband watched this without any expression on his face, continuing to play with his thin cock, in some desperate attempt to get it hard.
As Alka bhabhi, straightened, after having put her child back to sleep, Kamlesh bhai grunted "Choos..." once again. Still on her knees, Alka bhabhi looked up at her husband, and whispered "Go out please ... I wil come there..." once again throwing a nervous glance at the sleeping form of her 3-year old daughter, as well as me.
Suddenly, I saw Kamlesh bhai raise his right hand, and slap the pleading Alka bhabhi right across her milky white plumpish cheeks. The sound of him slapping sounded like a whiplash in the dead silence of the night, and I felt my heart nearly stop. I desperately wanted to jump out of the bed, and punch that sick bastard's teeth down his throat, but managed to control myself with a lot of effort.
Gritting my teeth, I watched silently, as I lay there seething on the bed. Upon being slapped so violently, Alka bhabhi was too stunned to react for a moment. It took for few seconds for her to lift her hand to feel her cheek, which I was sure was smarting from the stinging slap. In the dim light from the neon street lamp, I saw her body heave, as she suppressed a sob.
"Good night, Jignesh bhai..." he muttered to me drunkenly, as he staggered out of the room, without waiting for me to respond. As soon as he left, Alka bhabhi came into the room. Coming up to me, she said softly "Jignesh bhai ... can you help me bring my baby into the room... ?" her voice hesitant as she asked me that.
Not fully understanding what she meant, I immediately answered in the affirmative none the less, and followed her out into the living room. Her husband was lying sprawled on the cot there, watching some old Hindi film songs playing on their battered old black & white TV, absent mindedly scratching his groin area; a habit very common among some of these rustic folks.
I watched as Alka bhabhi reached into the cradle, where here 7-month old baby lay fast asleep, and picked her up in her arms. Turning to me, she requested me to help her move the cradle into their bedroom, visibly embarrassed at having to trouble me for that, when her husband was in the house.
As I lifted the old wooden cradle, and moved it into the bedroom, I saw her looking at her husband, lying sprawled on the bed, eyes half closed, and barely aware of what was going on around him. Having got the cradle inside, Alka bhabhi once again lay her baby in it, and gently patted the baby to sleep, rocking the cradle gently.
After she left, I took another swig of water from the bottle and lay back on the bed once again. I could hear Alka bhabhi tidying up in the kitchen, as she went about washing the dirty utensils, and putting the leftovers in the refrigerator. So tired was I that I didn't realize when I slept off, and I was suddenly woken up by the sound of an infant crying.
Startled by the sound, I woke up groggily, and it took me a moment to realize where I was. I was lying on my stomach on the bed, and someone had thoughtfully put a sheet over me. My eyes automatically went to the illuminated dial of my chronograph, and I realized that it was well past midnight. That meant that I had been asleep for more than an hour.
The house was dark except for the soft glow thrown by that tiny night lamp plugged into the wall socket. The sound that had woken me up was the crying of Alka bhabhi's 7-month old baby. As I watched through half open eyes, I saw Alka bhabhi, who'd been sleeping on the thin mattress laid on the floor, alongside her 3-year old daughter, sit up slowly.
Rubbing her eyes, she gingerly stepped across her sleeping daughter, and picked up her baby from the cradle, muttering soft sweet nothings to the infant under her breath. Picking up the baby, she sat down on the floor, cross-legged, cradling the baby in her lap, and rocking her to and from, hushing her softly from time to time.
By now, my eyes had grown accustomed to the semi-darkness in the room, and in addition to the soft glow bathing the room from the night lamp, I realized that I could see much more clearly, on account of the light streaming in from the partly open window of the bedroom, the source being a neon street lamp, outside their window.
The window was just above the bed on which I lay, and as a result the light from the street lamp fell directly on her, keeping me in the shadows. Through half open eyes, I saw her throw a quick glance at me, before reaching reaching under the pallu of her saree. It was then that I realized that Alka bhabhi was about to breastfeed her baby, as the infant had probably woken up for her nightly feed.
My mind was fully alert by now, and I felt my cock beginning to stiffen almost immediately, trapped as it was between me and bed, as I lay on my belly, my face turned towards the inside of the room, away from the window. As I waited with bated breath, my heartbeat quickening, Alka bhabhi quickly undid the bottom two hooks of her pale yellow cotton blouse, and in one practiced motion, pulled up the cup of her cheap cotton bra, to bare her left breast.
As she pulled up the pallu of her saree for a brief moment to bring her crying baby's mouth to her mammary gland, I caught a fleeting glance of her milk-swollen milky white left breast, in the dim light of the street lamp outside.
That one glimpse was enough for my stiffening cock to twitch under me, hardening considerably, before I heard the baby's cries being replaced by hungry suckling sounds, as she fed her thick nipple into the infant's mouth. I could not see the baby feeding, as she had drawn the pallu of her saree across her child, more from habit than anything else.
Once or twice, I heard the baby beginning to cry again, the nipple probably slipping out of her mouth, but was quickly silenced by Alka bhabhi, who reached under her saree, and adjusted her breast to allow the baby to feed.
After a while, I saw Alka bhabhi reach under her saree again, and pull her bra up the other breast also, and turn her baby around in her lap to feed her from the other teat. Once again, as she did that, I caught a fleeting glimpse of her swollen milky white breasts, capped by large light brown, almost pinkish, thick nipples, which were so characteristic of young lactating mothers.
My cock was painfully hard inside my briefs now, and I found myself involuntarily pressing it against the firm cotton mattress. Suddenly, I heard someone cough and my eyes were drawn to the open door of the bedroom. Framed in the door way was the unmistakable figure of Alka bhabhi's husband, Kamlesh bhai.
He stood in the doorway, clad in his tattered old sleeveless vest and that lungi tied loosely, well above his waist. Hearing his cough, I saw that Alka bhabhi's glance was also drawn to him. As he stood at the door, gently swaying from side to side, his left hand holding the door frame, I noticed that his right hand was between his legs, idly scratching his groin.
"Do you need something... ?" I heard Alka bhabhi ask him in a soft whisper, the irritation in her tone unmistakable, even as she continued to breastfeed her baby. I heard him grunt something inaudible, before he walked into the center of the room slowly, swaying a bit. It was when he came into the area that was illuminated by the faint light from the window, that I was able to see him clearly. What I saw caused my heart to skip a beat, and my mouth to go dry.
Her drunken husband had not been scratching his groin, but had been idly stroking his partly erect cock! In the neon light streaming from the open window, I saw that his very slender, but reasonably long cock, was partly erect, and he was stroking the shaft slowly, using his thumb and forefinger. I saw a pained look come on Alka bhabhi's face, as she threw a quick glance in my direction, obviously worried about my waking up.
As Kamlesh bhai approached Alka bhabhi, where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, cradling her baby in her lap as she breastfed the child, she looked up at him and hissed "What are you doing... !!!" the shock and disgust evident in her fierce whisper. Once again, her husband just muttered something under her breath, and came up to stand inches away from her.
Pulling his loosely tied lungi open toward one side, he continued to stroke his slowly hardening cock, a stoned look on his face, as he swayed slowly from side to side. Taking a step towards her, and almost thrusting his thin stiffening cock in her face, I heard him grunt "Choos..." ordering her to suck on his cock! I had never in my life seen a more perverted scene.
A drunk husband, holding his cock in his hand, standing in front of his wife; who was sitting on the floor, breastfeeding her recently born baby; and ordering her to suck on his cock simultaneously. "Pleasee ... what are you doing..." I heard the poor Alka bhabhi beseech her husband in a plaintive whisper, as she turned her face away in disgust.
As I watched dry mouthed, Kamlesh bhai grabbed hold of the bun of hair roughy, and tried to shove his cock into her mouth again! The helpless Alka bhabhi resisted this, turning her face from side to side, her eyes screwed shut, and her mouth twisted with distaste, shock, and hurt.
"Chooos, sali ... or I will..." I heard that disgusting asshole grunt gruffly, as he yanked his wife's head back roughly by the bun of her hair, forcing her to look up at him, his not fully erect snake-like cock swaying inches away from her lips. "Please ... please ... let me atleast finish feeding her..." was Alka bhabhi's piteous whispered cry, as I witnessed the humiliation she was being subjected to by her filthy husband.
For some reason, he swayed back, letting go of Alka bhabhi's hair. He staggered back a step drunkenly, and stood there, stroking his slender cock slowly with just his thumb and forefinger. Mercifully, the baby seemed to have had her full, for the suckling sounds had ceased, and I could hear her soft rhythmic breathing.
With a sickened expression on her face, I saw Alka bhabhi, gingerly pick up her sleeping child and place her in the cradle. Her drunk husband watched this without any expression on his face, continuing to play with his thin cock, in some desperate attempt to get it hard.
As Alka bhabhi, straightened, after having put her child back to sleep, Kamlesh bhai grunted "Choos..." once again. Still on her knees, Alka bhabhi looked up at her husband, and whispered "Go out please ... I wil come there..." once again throwing a nervous glance at the sleeping form of her 3-year old daughter, as well as me.
Suddenly, I saw Kamlesh bhai raise his right hand, and slap the pleading Alka bhabhi right across her milky white plumpish cheeks. The sound of him slapping sounded like a whiplash in the dead silence of the night, and I felt my heart nearly stop. I desperately wanted to jump out of the bed, and punch that sick bastard's teeth down his throat, but managed to control myself with a lot of effort.
Gritting my teeth, I watched silently, as I lay there seething on the bed. Upon being slapped so violently, Alka bhabhi was too stunned to react for a moment. It took for few seconds for her to lift her hand to feel her cheek, which I was sure was smarting from the stinging slap. In the dim light from the neon street lamp, I saw her body heave, as she suppressed a sob.
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