23-12-2018, 10:52 PM
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If my watching all those scenes had made me think so much, then clearly, Jagan also seemed to have gotten activated seeing Shyam sneak off in the middle of the day. He had previously seen them hook up on a Saturday when I was out of town. I doubt he had known that the Bela-Shyam affair continued during the work week as well. But now seeing Shyam sneak away for an hour and then come back looking so elated and obviously just gotten laid. I suppose Jagan decided it was time for him to get his share of the action too.
The first indication for this came that evening when he drove me home. There were some extra files that I had brought home, which Jagan was carrying as he walked me to the front door. Bela opened it. I walked in and Jagan handed her the files. I didn't think anything really happened. But Bela put the files down and kept her fist closed as she walked to the window. She watched Jagan drive away as I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
When I came back she was sitting on the couch with a piece of paper in her hand and a tense look on her face.
"What's the matter, honey?" I asked.
She looked up at me and said,
"When Jagan handed me the files, he made sure you weren't looking and also gave me this note."
I walked over and took it. Here is what Jagan's note to Bela said,
- Ramouri mein ek devi ka mandir hai jahaan sirf auraton ko entry hoti hai. Aap sahab ko bolna ke kal aapko din mein vahaan jana hai. Voh mujhe bhejenge gadi ke saath. Uss bahaane se 3-4 ghante mil jayenge.
(In Ramouri, there is a goddess temple where only women are allowed entry. Tell sir that you want to go there tomorrow during the day. He will send me with the car. With that excuse, we will get 3-4 hours together)
"What do you think?" she asked me.
"What do you think?" I countered.
"I thought that he didn't say or do anything after he got his old duty back so maybe that is all he was interested in. With this now....I don't know."
"Maybe he got jealous."
"Jealous of what?"
"Jagan saw Shyam leaving in the middle of the day today for an hour, supposedly to book train tickets. He offered to take him there but Shyam hurriedly waved him off and drove away. I suppose he put two and two together again and realized what was happening."
"Ohhh." Bela looked a little embarrassed.
I felt like telling her I had watched what happened on the cameras today for a change. But knowing how easily she could clam up, I took a different approach.
"So....how was your love making session with Shyam today?"
"It was fine." she said, blushing.
"What all did you two do?"
"You know I can't talk about that stuff." she shyly said.
"Is it the same old same old or is he trying new stuff?" I asked an open ended question.
"He tries some new stuff sometimes." she gave a vague answer. And I saw her shift uncomfortably, as if reminded of how her ass had been belted.
"Like what?"
"Different things, but forget about Shyamji for a second. What about this?" she held up the note, changing the topic. She wasn't lying, but she wasn't being completely honest. On the other hand, her shy personality meant this could just be because of the shyness rather than any desire to deceive.
"Well, we already discussed the three options remember? They are unchanged. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. If he wanted to come home, it was one thing. But going outside?"
"I thought you like stuff being done outside." I winked and she blushed, remembering our walks in the countryside.
"Please be serious, ji."
"Okay okay. As I said, the key question is, do you find Jagan desirable?"
She shrugged again. Which in my opinion was a shy yes in her typical way. She was a shy loyal orthodox housewife at her core. But with my pushing and prodding, she had also gotten a taste of depraved and experimental sex. This was a young woman from a very strict conservative family that had kept complete tabs on her. While I had been going around sowing my wild oats and having fun, she was cooped up at home, with no real sexual release except for that short and frankly tame adventure with the servant next door. But as recent months had shown, she clearly had a healthy sexual appetite. And she was liking these new tastes, like someone raised on home-cooked food for life discovering new cuisines. So another male body, especially a young fit body like Jagan, was sure to have some appeal.
And I realized that I did not really begrudge her these instincts. Over these months I had realized that my feelings and attitude towards Bela were complicated. I loved who she was but I did not really "love" LOVE her, like I had my ex-girlfriend. There was no jealousy, there was no possessiveness, no sense of ownership. Ours had been an arranged marriage fixed by our parents. It was like life had thrown us together as companions. And I was happy to go along with it. And have some fun on the way, as long as it did not create any practical problems.
It was like we were roommates who were also friends with benefits and cared about each other but were not exclusive with each other. If your no-strings-attached fuck-buddy sleeps with someone else, you don't feel jealous. It seemed like my feelings towards Bela were the closest to this. I also felt a sense of obligation towards making her happy, by having her make the most of her life and having interesting experiences. And maybe Jagan would be the next of those experiences.
We had both been quiet for a while. Finally she spoke up.
"I mean he is a nice simple guy basically, right?"
"True."
"And he knows he is the driver and you are the big boss. Maybe he just wants something........simple." she said.
"You mean like....making out, seeing your boobs etc?" I said, thinking that she had a point. He had a good thing going with the job and his duty, and I had spoken to him a few weeks earlier about promoting him after the factory grew, to an overall Transport Supervisor position, which would come with a big pay hike and also prestige. He would stop being just a driver and instead become a manager of sorts. And as I said before, he was an inherently cautious guy.
She shrugged again and blushed. It was so cute that even after all this, she still blushed at such talk.
"I agree that he is a nice simple guy. I don't know what he has in mind, but I think he can be trusted to be decent within limits. What do you think?"
"Yes." she nodded.
"So we can do this." I waved the note. "Let's play along. I will send him tomorrow with this temple story. You can tell me later how it went."
"Okay."
And so the die was cast.
As I lay there at night after fucking my wife twice, I started thinking about this situation. If he had come home, I had the cameras. But out and about in the car, I didn't know what to do. I trusted Jagan not to do anything rash. But at the same time, I was a little worried and also curious. So i thought some more and then had a plan ready.
Next morning as Jagan was driving me to the office, I slipped a couple of things into the seat pocket. One was a simple audio transmitter with a range of about three kilometers. The other was my old phone, with the GPS location turned on, so I could track it from my account. In my office, I tested the receiver of the audio transmitter. I could hear the sounds of Jagan and other drivers chatting about random stuff. Then I looked up the GPS. It showed the phone right there at our factory.
After a while, I messaged Bela that I was initiating the plan. And then I called Jagan to my office.
"Jagan, my wife wants to go to some temple in Ramouri." I nonchalantly said. "Take her there, will you?"
"Sure, sir." he said, seeming to suppress a smile.
I waited for Jagan to leave. I tested again that the two devices were working properly. The audio just had FM music that Jagan was playing in the car. The GPS app showed the spot heading towards my house. And then I called a cab to go to a car rental place nearby.
"There you go sir." the owner said to me. "White Maruti 800 like you wanted, with tinted windows. Are you sure you don't want a driver?"
"No need." I said.
"The price will be the same, sir. Whether you get a driver or not." he said. "And you know, I can offer you a new Corolla at the same price."
"Nope, this one is fine." I was getting impatient.
My plan was simple. Keep tabs on the conversations with the transmitter. And then use this white Maruti, extremely common and non-descript, to follow them around. I could have used one of the company cars, but Jagan knew them all, so if he saw one in the rear view mirror or nearby, he would recognize it.
I finally signed all the paperwork, made the payment, and got in the car. I mounted the phone with the GPS app open on the windshield. And turned the audio transmitter to highest volume. And I started driving, towards my house, where I saw Jagan had just reached. The audio still had music. Finally it turned off. There was a sound of door opening and closing.
"Badi sanskaari lag rahi ho aaj, memsaab. Chhote chhote kapde sirf Shyam sir ke liye? (You are looking very pious today, madam. All those skimpy clothes are only for Shyam sir?)" Jagan said and laughed.
"Mandir ke hisaab se pehne. (I dressed for the temple)" she said.
"Acchha kiya. Mandir toh jana padega. (Good because we do need to go to the temple)" he said.
The dot on the GPS started moving. I started driving to keep pace with it, without getting in the eyeline.
"Kal dopahar mein mazey liye Shyam sir ne, hai na? (Yesterday afternoon, Shyam sir had fun, didn't he?)"
Bela didn't reply. I imagine she must have blushed or frowned or both.
"Aapne yeh duty lagwa di, aur mujhe laga shaayad aap aur Shyam sir sudhar gaye hongey. Chakkar band kar diya hoga. Par nahi. Woh toh din dahadey sahab ko jhooth bol kar aapko bajaney aaye, nahin? (You got my duty back so thought maybe you and Shyam sir would have wisened up and ended your affair. But no, he lied to sir in the middle of the day and came to bang you, didn't he?)" he asked.
"Aisi baatein mat karo please. (Please don't say this stuff)" Bela pleaded.
They drove a little more in silence. But Jagan had a lot of questions.
"Kya kya karti ho aap Shyam sir ke saath? (What all do you do with him?)"
She didn't say anything.
"Matlab thukai toh zaroor hoti hogi. Par aur kya? Moonh mein leti hain aap? (Actual sex is a given, but what else? Do you suck his dick?"
I didn't hear Bela say anything but her expression must have been telling because Jagan started laughing.
"Aur woh zaroor apne moonh se....(And surely he with his mouth....)" he started speaking.
"Bas karo, Jagan. (Stop it, Jagan)" she said exasperated. He laughed.
"Badi pahunchi hui cheez nikle Shyam sir. (Shyam sir turned out to be quite a cad)" he said.
After a while I noticed the car started slowing down, so I also stepped on the brakes. It came to a stop, and I was within line of sight. I saw the car stop by a roadside store. And even from the distance, I saw a wiry young man get in the front seat.
"Jagan?" Bela sounded shocked at having more company.
"Ghabraiye nahi, memsaab, yeh mera chhota bhai hai, Munna. Aaj iska athrava janmdin hai. (Don't be scared, madam. This is my brother Munna. He turns 18 today.)"
"Namaste memsaab. Inko kahin chhodna hai, bhaiyya? (You have to drop her off somewhere, brother?)" I heard the young guy's voice, which was very formal.
"Haan, Ramouri ke mandir le jana hai. (Yes, taking her to the Ramouri temple)"
It seemed to me that Munna was not in on the plans. He seemed to think Jagan was doing his usual driverly duties, ferrying the boss's wife around. It started looking to me like this was a birthday surprise arrange by Jagan for his little brother. But how far would he go? Bela also seemed to have been thinking the same and getting nervous because I could hear her fidgeting around in the back seat. They started driving again.
"Memsaab.....munna ko janmdin ki badhai nahi dijiyega? (Madam, won't you wish munna happy birthday?)" Jagan said a few seconds later.
"Janmdin mubarak munna. (Happy birthday munna)" Bela politely said.
"Thank you memsaab." munna politely responded.
"Bas aise hi sookhe sookhe? Zara launde ko ek pappi toh dijiye." Jagan said and laughed.
"Bhaiyya!" the youngster sounded shocked at this suggestion
Even through the tinted back window, watching from a few hundred feet behind them, I could see movement in the back seat and heard the sari rustling. And then I heard a low smooching sound. Bela had, true to her submissive self, now started obeying our driver without any protest or hesitation. It seemed like she slid forward and kissed munna on the cheek.
After that there was just the sound of Jagan laughing.
"Pehli baar kisi aurat se aisi pyaar bhari pappi mili hai isey. (This is the first time he is has gotten such a loving kiss from a woman)" he said.
I could make out Bela sliding back into her seat.
"Humara munna thoda auraton ke maamle mein kaccha hai. (Our munna is a little inexperienced with women.)" Jagan said.
"Hmmm." I heard munna nervously say.
Jagan was taking things slow. He let the proceedings sink in for a couple of minutes as they drove in silence. And then he started talking in a very matter-of-fact way.
"Acchha memsaab....zara pallu neeche kijiyega.....badhiya.....ab woh blouse kholiye please.......haan aise......arre munna moonh kyun pher rahey ho? Tumhaare liye hi toh dikha rahi hai woh.....dekho dekho."
(Okay madam....lower your pallu please.....good....now open the blouse please.....yes, just like that....munna, why are you looking away? She is showing all this for you....look at her.)
Given all the shenanigans Bela had been up to with me, Shyam, the cable guy, and the old servant Chandan, this was still tame. But I could hear her heavy breathing and sense that she was getting aroused. I imagined her sitting there, pallu lowered, blouse open, her ample cleavage peeking above her bra, and the bra cups outlining her big tits. For an experienced 18 year old, it must have been a dream come true.
"Bhaiyya.....yeh kya ho raha hai? (Brother, what is going on?)" the young man sounded almost terrified.
But Jagan ignored the question and started slowing the car down. I slowed down too, interested in what would happen next. He stopped the car by the highway.
"Munna, peechhe ki seat mein ja (get in the back seat)"
"Bhaiyya!!" he sounded shocked.
"Abey jata hai ke maaru? (Will you go or should I hit you?)"
Parked way back, I saw the young man get out of the car and nervously get in the back seat. Even from that distance, when he turned sideways, I could see there was a tent in his pants.
Bela had been silent as always during all this. I wondered if she was just being obedient or if it was a source of titillation for her too, being used as a raunchy birthday gift. Knowing her tendencies, I am sure it was a bit of both.
For the next few minutes, I heard an interesting scene unfold, although I wished I could see it. I heard Jagan goading his little brother to hug my exposed wife. Then he told him to slip off her blouse. Then for a minute or so, I heard the youngster struggle with her bra clasp in the back, like all young men that age do. Throughout this, Bela was silent. And soon my wife was topless.
"Abey aise putley ki tarah kya baitha hai? Mazey le un shaandaar mammo ke. (Why are you sitting like a statue? Enjoy those fabulous tits.)" Jagan admonished.
And I saw Munna and Bela's heads disappear from the back window. I heard smooching and moaning sounds and realized that the youngster was attacking my wife's tits with the enthusiasm of a first timer. Most of the moaning was his, although occasionally I heard Bela too and sometimes she would say ouch or something, maybe when he bit her nipples. I wasn't able to see anything, but just hearing about it was erotic enough.
"Munna.....pata hai, memsaab ko moonh mein lena acchha lagta hai. (Munna, you know...madam loves to suck dick)"
I heard Bela inhale deeply. Then I saw her head raised momentarily. And then disappear in the young man's lap.
And I drove, trying hard to focus on my driving from a distance while also listening to the usual glopglopglop sound of Bela sucking dick. Occasionally I heard her gag and cough, which meant that the young man had a substantial organ. But it seemed to egg her on as the sounds and moans got even more furious. For the next five minutes, I heard my wife, topless in the back seat of the car, giving a blowjob to an 18 year old on his birthday.
"Arrrhhhh!" munna suddenly groaned.
"Haha itni jaldi? Khair, teri pehli baar hai. (Haha, already? Well, it is your first time.)" Jagan said.
I heard Bela loudly swallow a couple of glugs.
"Arre wah memsaab...aap toh ras nigal bhi leti ho! Sach mein chinaal ho! Dekh kar lagta nahi. (Great, madam, you swallow too? You're a real slut. Doesn't seem like it usually)" Jagan said and started laughing.
I saw the two heads appear up again. The car was nearing Ramouri.
The first indication for this came that evening when he drove me home. There were some extra files that I had brought home, which Jagan was carrying as he walked me to the front door. Bela opened it. I walked in and Jagan handed her the files. I didn't think anything really happened. But Bela put the files down and kept her fist closed as she walked to the window. She watched Jagan drive away as I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
When I came back she was sitting on the couch with a piece of paper in her hand and a tense look on her face.
"What's the matter, honey?" I asked.
She looked up at me and said,
"When Jagan handed me the files, he made sure you weren't looking and also gave me this note."
I walked over and took it. Here is what Jagan's note to Bela said,
- Ramouri mein ek devi ka mandir hai jahaan sirf auraton ko entry hoti hai. Aap sahab ko bolna ke kal aapko din mein vahaan jana hai. Voh mujhe bhejenge gadi ke saath. Uss bahaane se 3-4 ghante mil jayenge.
(In Ramouri, there is a goddess temple where only women are allowed entry. Tell sir that you want to go there tomorrow during the day. He will send me with the car. With that excuse, we will get 3-4 hours together)
"What do you think?" she asked me.
"What do you think?" I countered.
"I thought that he didn't say or do anything after he got his old duty back so maybe that is all he was interested in. With this now....I don't know."
"Maybe he got jealous."
"Jealous of what?"
"Jagan saw Shyam leaving in the middle of the day today for an hour, supposedly to book train tickets. He offered to take him there but Shyam hurriedly waved him off and drove away. I suppose he put two and two together again and realized what was happening."
"Ohhh." Bela looked a little embarrassed.
I felt like telling her I had watched what happened on the cameras today for a change. But knowing how easily she could clam up, I took a different approach.
"So....how was your love making session with Shyam today?"
"It was fine." she said, blushing.
"What all did you two do?"
"You know I can't talk about that stuff." she shyly said.
"Is it the same old same old or is he trying new stuff?" I asked an open ended question.
"He tries some new stuff sometimes." she gave a vague answer. And I saw her shift uncomfortably, as if reminded of how her ass had been belted.
"Like what?"
"Different things, but forget about Shyamji for a second. What about this?" she held up the note, changing the topic. She wasn't lying, but she wasn't being completely honest. On the other hand, her shy personality meant this could just be because of the shyness rather than any desire to deceive.
"Well, we already discussed the three options remember? They are unchanged. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. If he wanted to come home, it was one thing. But going outside?"
"I thought you like stuff being done outside." I winked and she blushed, remembering our walks in the countryside.
"Please be serious, ji."
"Okay okay. As I said, the key question is, do you find Jagan desirable?"
She shrugged again. Which in my opinion was a shy yes in her typical way. She was a shy loyal orthodox housewife at her core. But with my pushing and prodding, she had also gotten a taste of depraved and experimental sex. This was a young woman from a very strict conservative family that had kept complete tabs on her. While I had been going around sowing my wild oats and having fun, she was cooped up at home, with no real sexual release except for that short and frankly tame adventure with the servant next door. But as recent months had shown, she clearly had a healthy sexual appetite. And she was liking these new tastes, like someone raised on home-cooked food for life discovering new cuisines. So another male body, especially a young fit body like Jagan, was sure to have some appeal.
And I realized that I did not really begrudge her these instincts. Over these months I had realized that my feelings and attitude towards Bela were complicated. I loved who she was but I did not really "love" LOVE her, like I had my ex-girlfriend. There was no jealousy, there was no possessiveness, no sense of ownership. Ours had been an arranged marriage fixed by our parents. It was like life had thrown us together as companions. And I was happy to go along with it. And have some fun on the way, as long as it did not create any practical problems.
It was like we were roommates who were also friends with benefits and cared about each other but were not exclusive with each other. If your no-strings-attached fuck-buddy sleeps with someone else, you don't feel jealous. It seemed like my feelings towards Bela were the closest to this. I also felt a sense of obligation towards making her happy, by having her make the most of her life and having interesting experiences. And maybe Jagan would be the next of those experiences.
We had both been quiet for a while. Finally she spoke up.
"I mean he is a nice simple guy basically, right?"
"True."
"And he knows he is the driver and you are the big boss. Maybe he just wants something........simple." she said.
"You mean like....making out, seeing your boobs etc?" I said, thinking that she had a point. He had a good thing going with the job and his duty, and I had spoken to him a few weeks earlier about promoting him after the factory grew, to an overall Transport Supervisor position, which would come with a big pay hike and also prestige. He would stop being just a driver and instead become a manager of sorts. And as I said before, he was an inherently cautious guy.
She shrugged again and blushed. It was so cute that even after all this, she still blushed at such talk.
"I agree that he is a nice simple guy. I don't know what he has in mind, but I think he can be trusted to be decent within limits. What do you think?"
"Yes." she nodded.
"So we can do this." I waved the note. "Let's play along. I will send him tomorrow with this temple story. You can tell me later how it went."
"Okay."
And so the die was cast.
As I lay there at night after fucking my wife twice, I started thinking about this situation. If he had come home, I had the cameras. But out and about in the car, I didn't know what to do. I trusted Jagan not to do anything rash. But at the same time, I was a little worried and also curious. So i thought some more and then had a plan ready.
Next morning as Jagan was driving me to the office, I slipped a couple of things into the seat pocket. One was a simple audio transmitter with a range of about three kilometers. The other was my old phone, with the GPS location turned on, so I could track it from my account. In my office, I tested the receiver of the audio transmitter. I could hear the sounds of Jagan and other drivers chatting about random stuff. Then I looked up the GPS. It showed the phone right there at our factory.
After a while, I messaged Bela that I was initiating the plan. And then I called Jagan to my office.
"Jagan, my wife wants to go to some temple in Ramouri." I nonchalantly said. "Take her there, will you?"
"Sure, sir." he said, seeming to suppress a smile.
I waited for Jagan to leave. I tested again that the two devices were working properly. The audio just had FM music that Jagan was playing in the car. The GPS app showed the spot heading towards my house. And then I called a cab to go to a car rental place nearby.
"There you go sir." the owner said to me. "White Maruti 800 like you wanted, with tinted windows. Are you sure you don't want a driver?"
"No need." I said.
"The price will be the same, sir. Whether you get a driver or not." he said. "And you know, I can offer you a new Corolla at the same price."
"Nope, this one is fine." I was getting impatient.
My plan was simple. Keep tabs on the conversations with the transmitter. And then use this white Maruti, extremely common and non-descript, to follow them around. I could have used one of the company cars, but Jagan knew them all, so if he saw one in the rear view mirror or nearby, he would recognize it.
I finally signed all the paperwork, made the payment, and got in the car. I mounted the phone with the GPS app open on the windshield. And turned the audio transmitter to highest volume. And I started driving, towards my house, where I saw Jagan had just reached. The audio still had music. Finally it turned off. There was a sound of door opening and closing.
"Badi sanskaari lag rahi ho aaj, memsaab. Chhote chhote kapde sirf Shyam sir ke liye? (You are looking very pious today, madam. All those skimpy clothes are only for Shyam sir?)" Jagan said and laughed.
"Mandir ke hisaab se pehne. (I dressed for the temple)" she said.
"Acchha kiya. Mandir toh jana padega. (Good because we do need to go to the temple)" he said.
The dot on the GPS started moving. I started driving to keep pace with it, without getting in the eyeline.
"Kal dopahar mein mazey liye Shyam sir ne, hai na? (Yesterday afternoon, Shyam sir had fun, didn't he?)"
Bela didn't reply. I imagine she must have blushed or frowned or both.
"Aapne yeh duty lagwa di, aur mujhe laga shaayad aap aur Shyam sir sudhar gaye hongey. Chakkar band kar diya hoga. Par nahi. Woh toh din dahadey sahab ko jhooth bol kar aapko bajaney aaye, nahin? (You got my duty back so thought maybe you and Shyam sir would have wisened up and ended your affair. But no, he lied to sir in the middle of the day and came to bang you, didn't he?)" he asked.
"Aisi baatein mat karo please. (Please don't say this stuff)" Bela pleaded.
They drove a little more in silence. But Jagan had a lot of questions.
"Kya kya karti ho aap Shyam sir ke saath? (What all do you do with him?)"
She didn't say anything.
"Matlab thukai toh zaroor hoti hogi. Par aur kya? Moonh mein leti hain aap? (Actual sex is a given, but what else? Do you suck his dick?"
I didn't hear Bela say anything but her expression must have been telling because Jagan started laughing.
"Aur woh zaroor apne moonh se....(And surely he with his mouth....)" he started speaking.
"Bas karo, Jagan. (Stop it, Jagan)" she said exasperated. He laughed.
"Badi pahunchi hui cheez nikle Shyam sir. (Shyam sir turned out to be quite a cad)" he said.
After a while I noticed the car started slowing down, so I also stepped on the brakes. It came to a stop, and I was within line of sight. I saw the car stop by a roadside store. And even from the distance, I saw a wiry young man get in the front seat.
"Jagan?" Bela sounded shocked at having more company.
"Ghabraiye nahi, memsaab, yeh mera chhota bhai hai, Munna. Aaj iska athrava janmdin hai. (Don't be scared, madam. This is my brother Munna. He turns 18 today.)"
"Namaste memsaab. Inko kahin chhodna hai, bhaiyya? (You have to drop her off somewhere, brother?)" I heard the young guy's voice, which was very formal.
"Haan, Ramouri ke mandir le jana hai. (Yes, taking her to the Ramouri temple)"
It seemed to me that Munna was not in on the plans. He seemed to think Jagan was doing his usual driverly duties, ferrying the boss's wife around. It started looking to me like this was a birthday surprise arrange by Jagan for his little brother. But how far would he go? Bela also seemed to have been thinking the same and getting nervous because I could hear her fidgeting around in the back seat. They started driving again.
"Memsaab.....munna ko janmdin ki badhai nahi dijiyega? (Madam, won't you wish munna happy birthday?)" Jagan said a few seconds later.
"Janmdin mubarak munna. (Happy birthday munna)" Bela politely said.
"Thank you memsaab." munna politely responded.
"Bas aise hi sookhe sookhe? Zara launde ko ek pappi toh dijiye." Jagan said and laughed.
"Bhaiyya!" the youngster sounded shocked at this suggestion
Even through the tinted back window, watching from a few hundred feet behind them, I could see movement in the back seat and heard the sari rustling. And then I heard a low smooching sound. Bela had, true to her submissive self, now started obeying our driver without any protest or hesitation. It seemed like she slid forward and kissed munna on the cheek.
After that there was just the sound of Jagan laughing.
"Pehli baar kisi aurat se aisi pyaar bhari pappi mili hai isey. (This is the first time he is has gotten such a loving kiss from a woman)" he said.
I could make out Bela sliding back into her seat.
"Humara munna thoda auraton ke maamle mein kaccha hai. (Our munna is a little inexperienced with women.)" Jagan said.
"Hmmm." I heard munna nervously say.
Jagan was taking things slow. He let the proceedings sink in for a couple of minutes as they drove in silence. And then he started talking in a very matter-of-fact way.
"Acchha memsaab....zara pallu neeche kijiyega.....badhiya.....ab woh blouse kholiye please.......haan aise......arre munna moonh kyun pher rahey ho? Tumhaare liye hi toh dikha rahi hai woh.....dekho dekho."
(Okay madam....lower your pallu please.....good....now open the blouse please.....yes, just like that....munna, why are you looking away? She is showing all this for you....look at her.)
Given all the shenanigans Bela had been up to with me, Shyam, the cable guy, and the old servant Chandan, this was still tame. But I could hear her heavy breathing and sense that she was getting aroused. I imagined her sitting there, pallu lowered, blouse open, her ample cleavage peeking above her bra, and the bra cups outlining her big tits. For an experienced 18 year old, it must have been a dream come true.
"Bhaiyya.....yeh kya ho raha hai? (Brother, what is going on?)" the young man sounded almost terrified.
But Jagan ignored the question and started slowing the car down. I slowed down too, interested in what would happen next. He stopped the car by the highway.
"Munna, peechhe ki seat mein ja (get in the back seat)"
"Bhaiyya!!" he sounded shocked.
"Abey jata hai ke maaru? (Will you go or should I hit you?)"
Parked way back, I saw the young man get out of the car and nervously get in the back seat. Even from that distance, when he turned sideways, I could see there was a tent in his pants.
Bela had been silent as always during all this. I wondered if she was just being obedient or if it was a source of titillation for her too, being used as a raunchy birthday gift. Knowing her tendencies, I am sure it was a bit of both.
For the next few minutes, I heard an interesting scene unfold, although I wished I could see it. I heard Jagan goading his little brother to hug my exposed wife. Then he told him to slip off her blouse. Then for a minute or so, I heard the youngster struggle with her bra clasp in the back, like all young men that age do. Throughout this, Bela was silent. And soon my wife was topless.
"Abey aise putley ki tarah kya baitha hai? Mazey le un shaandaar mammo ke. (Why are you sitting like a statue? Enjoy those fabulous tits.)" Jagan admonished.
And I saw Munna and Bela's heads disappear from the back window. I heard smooching and moaning sounds and realized that the youngster was attacking my wife's tits with the enthusiasm of a first timer. Most of the moaning was his, although occasionally I heard Bela too and sometimes she would say ouch or something, maybe when he bit her nipples. I wasn't able to see anything, but just hearing about it was erotic enough.
"Munna.....pata hai, memsaab ko moonh mein lena acchha lagta hai. (Munna, you know...madam loves to suck dick)"
I heard Bela inhale deeply. Then I saw her head raised momentarily. And then disappear in the young man's lap.
And I drove, trying hard to focus on my driving from a distance while also listening to the usual glopglopglop sound of Bela sucking dick. Occasionally I heard her gag and cough, which meant that the young man had a substantial organ. But it seemed to egg her on as the sounds and moans got even more furious. For the next five minutes, I heard my wife, topless in the back seat of the car, giving a blowjob to an 18 year old on his birthday.
"Arrrhhhh!" munna suddenly groaned.
"Haha itni jaldi? Khair, teri pehli baar hai. (Haha, already? Well, it is your first time.)" Jagan said.
I heard Bela loudly swallow a couple of glugs.
"Arre wah memsaab...aap toh ras nigal bhi leti ho! Sach mein chinaal ho! Dekh kar lagta nahi. (Great, madam, you swallow too? You're a real slut. Doesn't seem like it usually)" Jagan said and started laughing.
I saw the two heads appear up again. The car was nearing Ramouri.
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