Misc. Erotica The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Sathya Krishnan

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As my dad could not believe all this and was still crying, Murthy started leaving without saying a word, and as my mom came back to my dad, “where is Murthy?” she asked.  “There, he is leaving,” as my dad said looking at the direction where Murthy was leaving, “and you sent him empty handed?” my mom exclaimed and my dad began running towards Murthy and stopped him.  “Murthy, where do you think you are going?” my dad asked, stopping Murthy, and my mom came running and stood next to my dad, sweating all over and wetting her enter yellow blouse with her white bra inside see through.  “You shouldn’t be leaving empty handed,” my dad said.  As Murthy looked at my mom and looked at my dad, “have my wife and go,” my dad said smiling at Murthy.  “What?!” Murthy exclaimed and looked at my dad and my mom was surprised as well and looked at my dad.  “You have saved me from killing myself out of humiliation in front of the villagers; married my daughters to your sons and saved their lives; and pardoned my loans and gave my properties back to me.  I have nothing in my hand to offer you for your generosity, but my beautiful wife Murthy.  Please take my wife and have her, she is all yours.  I know you love enjoying her,” my dad said.  My mom was blushing and putting her head down, at the same time she was surprised that her husband actually was doing this.  “Krishnan, are you sure, you love my wife, man?” Murthy said.  “I still love her Murthy,” as my dad started to say, my mom held my dad’s hand, “but you have saved our lives, and you must be rewarded.  Here take my wife as your reward,” my dad said and looked at my mom.  “Sathya, go take back and get ready for Murthy,” as my dad was saying, he looked at Murthy, “go and celebrate First Night with my wife in our bedroom,” my dad said.  “Sathya, wear the best dress you have and get ready for Murthy,” my dad said.  “Okay,” my mom said blushing and as she started to leave, “Sathya, this dress is fine,” Murthy said and held my mom’s yellow saree pallu.  “I am sweaty all over,” as my mom exclaimed, “remove your saree, let me see how sweaty you are,” Murthy said and my mom started removing her saree and gave the saree to my dad and stood only in her yellow petticoat and yellow blouse totally soaked in her sweat, with her white bra visible.  Looking at my mom’s boobs over her wet yellow blouse, “no need to take bath, Krishan, Sathya looks yummy as she is,” Murthy said and started carrying my mom who was only in her yellow blouse and yellow petticoat, over his shoulder and began taking her inside our house.