Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

[ddey333]

The very next day, Mansi thought about calling Reena aunty about the job opportunity. But then she felt it might come across as opportunistic and desperate. The way she thought about it, that nice woman, who barely knew her in Meerut, had bought her daughter shoes worth almost six thousand rupees. Then she had taken out for a fancy lunch, that based on what she read on the menu, easily cos another two thousand rupees at least. Now if she called her right away about a job, it would seem like she was some opportunistic woman. So Mansi decided to wait until Reena aunty herself called her again.

Reena on her part was thinking in a similar way. But in an equal and opposite way like Newton's third law. She saw a lot of potential in Mansi. Potential for something that would be mutually profitable for them. It had been at the back of her mind when she paid for the shoes. And had solidified when she spoke to her during that lunch. But she did not want to come across as too pushy and eager. She knew that middle class women from small towns could be very touchy like that. So she too held off, waiting for Mansi to call her.
This continued for another two weeks. Both ladies thought that the appropriate thing to do would be to wait for the other to call. Finally, it was Mansi whose resolve broke. It was a combination of yet another impromptu dinner party thrown by Amar for his intellectual buddies and a tantrum thrown by Pinky demanding new clothes.
"Hello, aunty. It is me, Mansi." she finally made the call one Monday morning when she was home alone and had finished her chores.
"Oh hi, Mansi, how are you doing? How are Amar and Pinky?" Reena was delighted that the call she had been eagerly waiting for finally arrived.
"They are good. How are you doing?"
"I am great." Reena said and paused as she wondered about how to proceed.
Mansi was also thinking about what to say. She did not want to instantly talk about the job. That would seem impolite.
"So aunty, I am free today. If you are free too, we could meet too." Mansi said, and then not wanting to seem like she was trying to mooch off another meal, added, "You can come over to my place and I will cook for you."
"Oh, that sounds lovely, Mansi. But today, I am busy." Reena said. "Oh wait, someone has just come into my office for something. Can I call you back in a few minutes?"
"Oh sure."
There was no one in Reena's office. She reached for her phone and sent a text message.
'When can you be in Bombay asap? It's about that thing we discussed.'
She got a reply very soon.
'Wednesday. I will get in by 10.'
'Ok. Confirmed. Keep your afternoon open.'
Reena dialed Mansi's number.
"Hi Mansi, sorry about that."
"It's okay, aunty. I understand."
"Thanks. So what was I saying...oh yes, sorry, I am busy today. But are you free day after tomorrow, Wednesday, for lunch?"
"Wednesday, let me see." Mansi had no idea why she said let me see. She was free pretty much everyday. But she didn't want to sound too eager.
"Problem?" Reena asked.
"No no, no problem. Wednesday lunch sounds great. Let me tell you my address..." Mansi spoke up.
"Actually Mansi, if you don't mind, can you come here to the hotel again? I have a couple of hours free for lunch. But then I have some appointments right after. So traveling to and from Borivali will be..."
"I understand, aunty. I will come there." Mansi said eagerly.
"Great. Just go to the reception and tell them my name like last time."
"Thank you, aunty."
"Stop thanking me, Mansi. I will see you in two days."
Mansi hung up, feeling a little glad that their meeting would again be in that fancy hotel. Maybe she would take her to another nice restaurant again. Reena hung up, feeling glad that it had worked out so easily. And started making plans for Wednesday.
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