My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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As I came back to Delhi, family was overjoyed.  My office was in Gurgaon, daily travel from a south-west Delhi colony was a pain, thanks to the flyover being constructed on Outer Ring Road section near Vasant Vihar. What to do, no other options, had to endure daily up & down. My career was going great guns. I was being recognized for my work.

 

We had by now moved to our house in Dwarka colony in Delhi.

 

I got an excellent offer from a Robotics/Automation company and I grabbed it. Best part office was in New Delhi with a direct metro ride. What else could one ask for? I would go to Metro Station 21 and take Airport Metro and get down at Shivaji Stadium Station and a very short walk to my office. Bingo. Life was so good.

 

After a few months at my new company, I was asked to automate some part of manufacturing process of a large vendor of the biggest auto car makers in India. The company was based in Manesar. The automation of the process would have included some Robots as well since it was a high value / precision component.

 

Given the distance between Manesar and Dwarka, my parents ruled out daily up & down, given winters were setting in which brings in a lot of fog as well. I told it to my company who very kindly agreed for providing a fully furnished accommodation for me alongwith some servant for cooking, cleaning etc. Someone had billed it in the contract with the Client. We were a 5 member team including me, 4 males and one female who bordered on male due to her appearance. All of them lived near Gurgaon and had no problem in doing a daily up & down. They had hired a cab to take them from Gurgaon to Manesar and return daily.  Made sense.

 

I was given a flat in a very post society in Manesar, it was close to the client’s premises. I had taken my car to Manesar and would drive the long 2 km one way to our makeshift office from new residence.  It was a palatial 2BHK + study + Pooja room house. The developer had been very liberal in allocating space. The total carpet area was about 1500sq ft and had lovely spacious balconies in addition to the 1500sqft.

 

The maid servant provided was named Kamla, a buxom lady in her late thirties. She was beautiful and curvy. Infact had very fair complexion. None could say that she was a Maid servant.  She used to come in the morning to do mopping, sweeping and cook breakfast for me and would leave and return in evening to cook dinner for me.  She was an efficient worker.

 

The team that was taking care from Client’s side was headed by one Mr Mohammad Syed. He was an engineer by qualification from a reputed institute. He too lived in the same society as I did. A man in late 40s with a very docile demeanour. He knew his job. He had two kids who were in college & college studying in other parts of the country. One boy and one girl.  Son in college and girl in boarding college.  His wife had gone to her brother’s house when I had moved so I had little chance of seeing her. 

 

On Friday evening I would rush back to Delhi to be with my parents and only return on Monday morning. Since my parents were both working, hence we did spend quality time over weekends.

 

Mohammad would bring his food though canteen provided an excellent meal.  We started having lunch together. I was leading my team and he his, so in a way it used to be a power packed lunch. He was a nice man to know and we developed camaraderie. He knew I was a vegetarian and hence avoided offering the non-veg items but would offer them when he brought some veg stuff.  One thing was sure, his wife was a great cook.

 

My maid servant Kamla also worked part time at Mohammad’s household for cleaning, sweeping etc.

 

So one fine day, I was having a walk in the huge compound of my society that I saw Mohammad coming with some a female. Could make out in the well lit campus, that she was a beauty.  I said “namastey” with folded hands to her and shook hands with Mohammad.  She was, as you would have guessed by now, his wife.

 

Now let me describe her for you. Around 5.5” similar to Mohammad in height.

 

Super fair and had a lovely glowing skin.

 

Hair wavy and came till her mid back. Lovely facial features and a body to die for. She was in a league of her own. If I were to compare my previous conquests, she was definitely in league of Mrs Kapoor or Aanchal. You would have read a similar description of my conquests but what to do, I like curvy ones and words cannot express beauty beyond a point. A good reference point will be star Urvashi Rautela.

 

After customary exchanges, we both went our separate ways.

 

Mohammad’s house was visible from one of the lesser used balconies of my house. He had a spacious 3BHK accommodation.  After seeing that beauty, the lesser used balcony was getting more frequented. I had shifted my weights etc in the study room. Bought  high quality binoculars to keep an eye on her. She was worth it. Had noticed a pattern that she loved to keep herself fit and in shape. Would go out for a morning walk around 6am and return by 7am. One thing I noticed that her attire was such that would highlight her very prominent curves and the colours too were very attractive.

 

During my talks with Kamla, learnt that she was about 15-16 years younger than Mohammad and was his second wife. Son from first wife and daughter with second. Her name was Adaa

 

After about a couple of weeks, Kamla had become my news source for the colony and was also filling me with info on Syeds.  She told me that Mohammad didn’t think Adaa was someone comparable to him due to his education and monetary status. Even Adaa felt that Mohammad was not comparable to her cause of her beauty. Mohammad married Adaa to take care of his son and was besotted with her beauty. But as the charm of high salary goes down after a few months, same happened with his infatuation with her beauty. After she got pregnant, the charm and affection wore off.  Adaa was a chirpy person with a great sense of humour and Kamla told that she would often give her money, clothes etc over and above her monthly wages.

 

The Society had a lot of live-in relationships and also a number of young girls and boys had taken apartments. So a batch of 4 girls would take a bigger apartment and same with boys. A lot of dating and resultant sex was happening in society. The oldies of society were unable to end this menace since had little control over who the house was rented to.

 

Vicky had now had developed a habit for going for a morning walk for obvious reasons. He would jog and run and cross paths with Adaa a lot of times and they would exchange smiles. The society also had a swimming pool but was very rarely frequented. It had a decent gym as well.  Adaa would admire Vicky’s stamina as she saw him jogging for about 40 minutes at a stretch and then follow it up with half hour of gymming.

 

Kamla one day asked Vicky for some money, it was a few thousands. Kamla’s hubby was working in some factory now as a low class worker but at one time they had a shop and were doing well. Some bad business deals and cheating saw them losing whatever they had and were reduced to penury.  Vicky asked Kamla to tell her husband to meet him.

 

Govind, Kamla’s husband came to meet him. During his discussions with him, Vicky realized that the man had an eye for detail and could run a shop.  Vicky used his contacts to get some loan sanctioned to the poor man to initiate his trade again. Vicky paid for the rent of first 3 months for him. Kamla & Govind were indebted to him. Govind was a skilled tailor and with little investment he started his shop.  He was a ladies tailor and started with doing all odd altering jobs as well. Gradually he established himself in the area and things started looking good for him. God was kind and everything happened in one week flat. That is loan approval, shop, buying some equipment for him etc.

 

During that week, Vicky had come a shade closer to Adaa. Due to Vicky’s persuasion, she too added jogging to her routine apart from walking.  She enjoyed when saw Vicky taking quick glances at her bouncing boobs. So when Govind’s shop opened, Vicky asked Adaa to get the first suit stretched and if she found the stitching to be good, let the word spread. Goving took measurements very diligently and hence the business started.

 

Many flats in society were unoccupied. Two out of four on his floor were locked permanently. He had seen a couple staying there in the only other occupied flat. They had two daughters. The man was well built. The woman was above average in looks and cuves.  The man had an imposing physical presence and prudence demanded a wait and watch approach.

 

So on Monday, next day of opening shop, Kamla came at the usual time. Vicky was surprised.

 

V – Arrey kamla ji aap kyon aayi

 

K – kyon babuji, nikaal rahe ho kya.

 

V – arrey woh baat nahin, govind ji ki help bhi toh karni hai.

 

K – aapka kaam nipta ke wahan jaaungi.

 

V – Sirf mera ya Adaa ka bhi.

 

K – ji dono ka. Aapne itna saath diya hai.

 

V – dekho kamla, tum jhaadu pocha chhod do, sirf khana banaya karo. Koi maid dhoondh dena.

 

K – ji babuji.

 

On Monday itself, I and Mohammad were having lunch.  He brought kheer. I gorged on it. It was very tasty.

 

V – Syed ji you are damn lucky, Bhabhi is a great cook

 

M – hmmmm

 

V – meri taraf se thanks karna unko. Brahmino ki kheer kamzori hoti hai

 

He smiled and said “aap hee kar lena”

 

V – theek hai aap ghar jaake baat karwa dena

 

M – Karwani kya hai, aap hee kar lo and in a flash he gave me Adaa’s number.

 

As soon as I was alone, I called her up

 

A – hello

 

V – hello Adaa ji

 

A – kaun hai

 

V – lo ji ab hum kaun ho gaye

 

A – kaun hai

 

V – ji aapki cooking ke fan hain

 

A – oh Vicky ha ha – tum ho

 

V – ji main hoon. Aaj Syed ji ke liye jo kheer di thee usay khaane ka naseeb hua. Laajawab thee.

 

She giggles and says “Thank you thank you”

 

V – cook karne waali ke haath choomne ka dil karta hai

 

A – ha ha ha

 

V – aap bahut achhi cook nahin balki bahut khoobsoorat cook hain

 

A – thanks

 

V – chaahen toh number save kar lijiyega

 

A – pakka.

 

V – ek request hai

 

A – bolo

 

V – ek baar apne haath ko softly kiss kar lo. Main hota toh itni khoobsoorat cook ke haath zaroor kiss karta

 

She smiles and says “done”

 

Call ended.

 

In the morning when we met, I again thanked her for wonderful kheer and cooking in general.

 

V – Syed ji is very lucky to have such a beautiful wife who is such a great cook. Way to rule a man is through bedroom and his tummy.

 

She smiled.

 

At office the next day, just before lunch time, Mohammad called me

 

V – ji Syed sir

 

M – Aapki Bhabhi ne kaha hai ab se lunch hamaari taraf se aur jitni baar ho sake, ghar pe garma garam

 

V – but Syed ji meri vajah se aap ko ghaas phoos khaani padegi.

 

M – chalo iski bahane cholesterol kam ho jaayega

 

Thinking of seeing the gorgeous Adaa, I agreed.

 

So at lunch time, Mohammad & I left and were welcomed by the gorgeous Adaa in a saree. She looked ravishing.

 

The lunch spread was lavish and damn tasty. The cook looked a dish too.

 

V – Thanks Bhabhi ji for a lovely lunch

A – Welcome Vicky ji

 

V – Aap mujhe Vicky hee bulao, Bhabhi ka itna haq banta hai devar par

 

Both Syeds smiled.

 

A – welcome Vicky

 

V – that is better. Syed sir aapki kismet se rashk hai mujhe

 

M – kyon bhai

 

V – Itni sundar biwi jo itni achhi cook ho.

 

Both laughed.

 

Next morning too we met for our jogging session.

 

A – kya khaaoge devar ji

 

V – kya khilaogi Bhabhi ji

 

A – jo hum khilaayen khaaoge kya

 

V – jo hum khaana chaahen khilaaoge kya

 

Though she got the import of the sentence but played ignorant and said “vegetarian stuff hee hoga”

 

V – great.

 

As kamla came to cook breakfast she said “babu ji kal Adaa memsaab aapki tareef kar rahi theen”

 

V – “meri tareef”

 

K – ji kahe rahin theen ki aap kitne fit ho, hansmukh ho.

 

V – achha hai.  Waise kamla tum bhi kam fit nahin ho

 

Kamla smiles.

 

V – kahin bhi maas nahin latak raha. Sab kasa hua mamla hai.

 

She smiles and goes towards the kitchen.

 

V – Govind ne woh dress sil di thee Adaa ki

 

K – haan saab, bada man ho raha hai (she was having fun at my expense)

 

V – jaaneman dekhne ka man toh tumhe ho raha hai, bina pallu ke.

 

K – haaye daiya

 

V – (before it went out of hand) isliye kahe raha hoon ki agar dress pasand aa gayi toh woh aagey naam batayegi Govind ka.

 

K – ji saab.

 

She calls Govind and he confirms that he will be delivering it by 10am the same day.

 

K – saaab aapne bahut kiya hai hamaare liye. Thanks saab

 

V – koi baat nahin.

 

While serving breakfast, kamla bent forward causing pallu of saree to slip and showcased her mammary charms with a divine cleavage. She saw me eyeing those beauties. Eye contact made and then averted.

 

As I got out of the lift on the ground floor, there was a dusky beauty coming in. She was dressed in shorts and a camisole. She had a male servant carrying some bag behind her. We made eye contact, did a quick glance and left.  I noted that her lift stopped at the top floor.

 

So during the first half of the day, I chatted over whatsapp with my new found Bhabhi jaan and sent a slightly non-veg joke. She enjoyed it. The chat was nothing special barring her praises. Who doesn’t love to be praised.  She told me about the dress and I asked her to wear it.

 

In the afternoon, as she opened the door, my eyes did a double check. She was wearing a very risqué churidaar suit. She didn’t take dupatta and the boobs were so heavenly showcased in the kameez with a divine 3 inch cleavage. Was a sleeveless one and slit on sides was coming upto her hips. Salwar was very tight and highlighted her meaty thighs and heavy assglobes. She saw me eyeing her body and liked it.

 

She had cooked my favourite dishes. Mohammad didn’t like them but poor man had to eat.

On the dining table she was sitting acroos me and Mohamad on my side. All the while I was eyeing her body. Could make out she didn’t mind.

 

As the lunch ended, she got up took her plates and went to the kitchen. I picked mine and followed her. Mohammad told me to sit and she would take, I was adamant. As I entered the kitchen

 

A – arrey Vicky aap kyon aaye, main le aati

 

V – nahin main apni plates khud uthaata hoon.

 

Adaa smiled.

 

As we washed hands, I just lifted her hand and gave a small peck “lovely cooking”

 

Adaa smiled and said “thanks”

 

I came back to the dining table. She brought some rasgullas for desert.

 

Mohammad just got up to wash hands.

 

A – sweet dish time

 

V – dish toh sweet tab hogi jab Bhabhi aap khilaaoge apne haath se.

 

Adaa looked at the washroom door in the room and then placed one rasagulla in my mouth. While she was taking her fingers out, I managed to lick it a bit.

 

V – Bhabhi ab meri baari

 

Despite her saying no at first, I managed to feed her one with my hand. Good progress.

 

Mohammad came back from washroom and we enjoyed our secret.

 

 V – Bhabhi aapki koi bahen nahin hai chhoti

 

A – sabki shaadi ho gayi

 

V – Total loss.

 

Not knowing what was going on, the idiot Mohammad asked “iski bahene kyon”

 

A – Aap nahin samjhoge, devar Bhabhi ki baatein hain

 

We all laughed and we two left for office.

 

At night, I happened to cross the study room cum part time gym and could see sexy Bhabhi in balcony. Even from distance could make out it was her. I took my binoculars to notice that she had her mobile.  I called her.

 

A – Hi Vicky

 

V – Bhabhi kya hua itni raat ko balcony mein akele

 

A – ye so gaye hain

 

V – kya. Seedha news dekh ke so gaye ya phir news ke baad kuchh karke

 

A – chup badmash

 

V – Bhabhi seriously ek baat kahun

 

A – bol

 

V – aapke saamne Syed ji bujhi hui mombatti lagte hain. Kahan aap fuljhadi

 

A – chup kar. Bada aaya hai

 

Though she was sounding serious but I could see from my binoculars that she was smiling and playing with her pendant.

 

We spoke for another 10-12 minutes and I shared a few naughty jokes with her and as I was about to end.

 

V – Bhabhi ek cheez doonga, bura mat manna

 

A – bolo devar ji

 

V – muuuahh (I make a kiss sound on phone)

 

A – ye kyat ha

 

V – good night kiss. Aur kya. Aapko kya laga

 

A – Chup (could see her smiling) chal good night.

 

The next morning we met, smiled at each other, did our rounds and went our ways.

 

About 2 hours before lunch time, I sent a message to Bhabhi

 

V – Bhabhi wear your blue saree with white blouse today.

 

A – why

 

V – you look great in that.

 

A – aur baaki mein bekaar lagti hoon

 

V – Bhabhi aap bori bhi pahen lo toh kayamat lago.

 

A – hmmmm

 

V – aur haan halka jooda banana

 

A – hmmmm

 

My ogling of Adaa was increasing day by day. She was getting chirpier on being admired.

 

As the door opened, could see the damsel in the dress of my choice. She was looking casual and ravishing. The blouse was cut to expose charms and not hide it. She had flawless skin and it looked great as it was exposed.  Mohammad went it first, followed by Adaa and then me. I just moved a step ahed, whispered thanks in her ear and patted her lower back.