Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

CONTINUATION







Before I could even reach Priya’s bedroom to rest, she grabbed my hand, her touch surprisingly firm. "Come on," she said, pulling me towards the bathroom. 

"We need to clean up this mess. You need to clean your dick" I chuckled, "Okay, okay. Let's wash it then." My exhaustion was palpable, but her urgency was strangely compelling.

"I'm not washing your dick, wash it yourself," Priya said, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she saw her own shit on my dick.

"Or we are going to taking a bath together." Her words surprised me, but a thrill ran through me. “A bath together? Really? After all that?” 

I replied, both amused and aroused by her unexpected proposition.

And so, we bathed together, the warm water washing away the residue of our earlier encounter. The shared intimacy of the bath felt profoundly different from the rough passion of moments before. 

It was a strangely tender moment in contrast bathing with the girlfriend of my friend, Rahul. Afterwards, exhausted but content, we collapsed onto her bed and fell asleep.

I woke with a start. The sun was already sinking. It was 5 pm. Priya wasn't in the bed. I should get home; my mom would scold me for being so late. 

I quietly got out of bed and headed downstairs.

Priya was in the kitchen, wearing a green shorts and a simple top, preparing juice. Her sex ass, thick and strong, were astonishing. They were plump and full, their flesh softly rounded. 





My eyes couldn’t help but linger on her ass; I was utterly captivated by their fullness. 

I couldn't believe that was her ass I'd been intimately fucking just hours ago. A surge of pride washed over me; I had conquered Priya's asshole.

"Good evening," I greeted her, my voice filled with a mixture of tiredness and satisfaction. 

"You look stunning, especially your ass, it looks so good in this shorts," I added, to emphasize my attraction towards them. "You are really beautiful Priya."

"Evening," she replied, her voice soft and a little sleepy. She blushed slightly.

I was holding her close, I pressed my groin against her sexy soft ass, relishing the sensation of her ass against groin.

"Rajeev, you really need to go home," Priya said, gently but firmly. "Your mom will kill you if you’re not back soon." She didn't seem to mind my intimate gestures.

"I'd rather stay here with you," I said, my voice low and persuasive.

"No," Priya said, gently pushing me away. "You have to go home. Your mom will be furious." Priya had changed dramatically. 

She was no longer resisting my touch; instead, she seemed to welcome it, almost eagerly. 

Maybe the way I fucked her ass hours ago transformed her this way? Or was it the forbidden pleasure of me penetrating her asshole? The thought intrigued me.

I squeezed her sexy ass, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "Did you like it when I fucked your asshole earlier?" I asked, my voice playful yet insistent.

She blushed, shying away from my gaze. "It was… uncomfortable," she whispered, avoiding my eyes. "It was my first time experiencing it. It's not something I was used to at all. It was a strange experience."

"It's because it was your first time," I said, my voice gentle. "You'll get used to it. Just be patient."

"Why are you so obsessed with my asshole?" she asked, a frown creasing her brow. "It's… it's a dirty thing." Her expression conveyed a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"Because it's forbidden," I said, my voice low and intense. "Because it’s a part of you that no one else has touched. Not even that bastard Rahul."

"Because it's a secret pleasure, shared only between us. Dirty is good, Priya. I love the smell of your shit. It's exciting." I leaned in closer, my eyes meeting hers.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice sincere despite the circumstances.

She looked down at the juice she was stirring, her expression thoughtful. "What about Rahul?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

"Break up with him, or we keep it a secret," I said, my tone firm yet gentle.

She continued stirring the juice, her gaze fixed on the liquid. "I… I don’t know, I am not sure if that is the right thing" she mumbled.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied softly, her eyes still cast down.

"Then we can both lie to Rahul," I said, my voice low. "We won’t tell him about us."

"But…but that's wrong," she whispered, her voice laced with hesitation. "It’s lying and deceiving someone."

"Don’t be stupid," I said, my voice firm. "We’ll do it, and no one will ever know. We can have our secret and keep up the appearance of things being normal for as long as we can."

"Are you sure?" she asked, a flicker of doubt in her eyes.

"Yes," I said, my voice confident. "We'll take things slow, and have our secret moments. It’ll be our secret. Just you and me."

She nodded slowly, her hesitation finally giving way to a look of determination. It was a silent acquiescence; a mutual agreement to ignore the moral complications of their relationship.

I turned her around and kissed her lips, our bodies pressing close. She kissed me back, the kiss both eager and uncertain. 

Priya was mine; she was completely and utterly mine now, despite still technically being Rahul’s girlfriend.

She handed me the juice. I drank it, watching her with a naughty wink. I gave her a final, lingering kiss. "Next time," I whispered in her ear, "I want to be intimate with you again."

She playfully slapped my cheeks. "Don't get any ideas," she said, her cheeks flushed.

"Okay, I know you want it" I replied, smiling. Then I left.




My dad was going to be released from the hospital tomorrow. I hurried home. As I reached the gate, I saw Arjun Sir’s Rolls Royce parked outside. 

He must be inside. It was almost 7 am in the evening, but I assumed they were having another intimate moment, so I decided not to disturb them. I went around to the backyard.

As I approached the back of the house, I heard my mother’s gasps and moans coming from her bedroom. 

She was uttering Arjun Sir’s name, her voice laced with pleasure. "Oh Arjun… yes… harder… oh God…" She sounded breathless. "It feels…so good…" Her words confirmed my suspicions.

Something was going on, he was fucking my mom, and  had to watch it. I moved cautiously towards her bedroom. The door wasn't locked; they must have known I wasn't home.

Peeking inside, I saw my mother on the bed with Arjun Sir. She was bouncing up and down on his lap, her movements frantic and passionate. 

Both were sweating profusely, his dick was deep inside her pussy. I couldn't believe they were doing it again. My mother was moving so fast; the sight was repulsive and painful.




"We need to finish quickly Arjun aaahhh ooooohhhhhh," my mother gasped, her voice strained. "Rajeev might come home any minute."

Arjun Sir dismissed her fears. "Don't worry, he won't be back anytime soon," he said.

"Please," my mother whispered, her voice laced with anxiety. "I don’t want Rajeev to find out about this. aaahh aahh ahh oooohhhh"

"If you want to finish quickly," Arjun said, "then I need to fuck your asshole."

"Again?" my mother asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

"Yes," Arjun Sir said firmly. "I haven't had enough yet, and we need to get your asshole more loose."

Clearly disappointed, my mother slid off Arjun Sir. "On your knees," he said, his tone commanding. "Spread your asscheeks." Silently, she obeyed.

Since her asshole was already loose from earlier fucking, Arjun Sir pushed his dick against her asshole, and it slipped in easily.

"Slowly!" my mother cried, her voice sharp with urgency. "Please, be gentle! It still hurts a little bit."

"Stop complaining," Arjun said, his voice impatient. "Your asshole is already loose. Just relax and enjoy it."

I couldn't believe it – he was fucking her asshole for the third time in one day! 

This man was obsessed with my mother’s stinky asshole. He started pumping his dick in and out, his movements rapid and forceful.

"Oh God… oh God… be careful, please don't make me shit again" my mother moaned, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure. "It’s…it’s too much…too fast!"

"Keep your voice down," Arjun Sir hissed. "The neighbors might hear."

"It hurts! You’re going too fast!" my mother cried. "It’s really hurting! Please, be more gentle!" Her complaints were increasing as the action was escalating.

The friction of his dick moving in and out was causing her asshole to become even looser. The repeated friction was causing a breakdown of the superficial layers of her asshole's skin.

This was leading to increased distensibility and a widening of the area surrounding her asshole. The heat generated also caused dilation of her asshole. 

The process was clearly not a comfortable one for mom. But she was enjoying it



My mother had no choice but to keep her asscheeks spread wide, allowing easier and deeper penetration. I could see the elasticity of her asshole, its softness yielding to the pressure of Arjun Sir's dick. 

The skin was taut but pliable, and I knew it was sufficiently soft and elastic to accommodate the banana easily.

"Your asshole makes me so happy Sunita," Arjun Sir said, his voice thick with satisfaction. His words were a mix of compliment and possessiveness. "It's so incredibly receptive."

"Mmnn… yes… aaahh aaahh sshhoo oooww Arjun fuck meee" my mother responded, her voice barely a whisper. 

She was clearly enjoying the experience, but also trying to suppress any outward expression of her pleasure.

With a groan, Arjun Sir gripped my mother's fat ass, pushing his dick deeper inside her asshole and cummed. 

My mother closed her eyes, her body tensing slightly. "Oh…God…yes…" she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "That's it…oh God…"

After his release, Arjun Sir relaxed for a few seconds before withdrawing his dick from her asshole. 

My mother's asshole gaped open, revealing a raw, glistening expanse of her asshole ring. A mixture of stinky shit of my mom and Arjun Sir's sperm dripped from her asshole. 

Exhausted, she slumped onto the bed. Arjun Sir, panting heavily, also collapsed onto the bed.

"That was…amazing," Arjun Sir said, his voice breathless.

"Mmnn…yes…it was but you are really rough, you always do things fast," my mother whispered, her body still trembling.

"The faster the better Sunita", Arjun sir replied.

I could see a slight trace of my mother's shit on Arjun Sir's dick, but it wasn't excessive. 

"Get off the bed," my mother said, her voice firm despite her exhaustion. "I don’t want you to dirty the bed with my shit."

"Why?" Arjun Sir asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Because I don’t want it all over the bed sheets like last night," my mother replied, her tone tinged with annoyance. She was clearly sensitive about the shit mess.

"But your asshole is dripping with my sperms, and there's a bit of your shit there too," Arjun Sir pointed out, indicating her asshole.

My mother realized what he meant; she quickly grabbed a nearby towel and dabbed at her asshole. "I… I didn't even notice," she said, looking at him with a shy smile. 

"You made my asshole sore; I didn't feel a thing."

"That's because your asshole was so incredibly loose," Arjun Sir said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just like elastic band."

My mother blushed, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. "You… you’re impossible," she murmured.

"I love you," Arjun Sir said, leaning forward to kiss her.

My mother responded with a passionate kiss, but then shouted, "Get off the bed! You’re going to get the shit all over the sheets! I don't want my husband to notice it."

"Okay, okay, okay," Arjun Sir said, getting up. He headed to the bathroom, and my mother, still clutching the towel to her asshole, followed him.



Dear friends, do you see similar things me and Arjun Sir did? I fucked Priya and she shitted on the floor,, the same thing Arjun Sir fucked my mom and she shitted on his dick.

Dear friends, do you see how my devout, religiously-bound mother, once a pillar of moral uprightness, has fallen into? The woman who preached purity is now reduced to this – a filthy affair, 

Her body turned into a toy for another man's desires. I watched her, speechless, as she wiped the remnants of her own dirty shit from his dick. 

The sanctity she once embodied is broken, replaced by this filthy activity.




After a few minutes, I went back to the sitting room and pretended to call my mother. I shouted, "Mom, I'm home!" A few minutes later, she emerged, dressed in a saree.

"Rajeev, you're back," she said, her voice slightly strained. "How was college?"

"It was fine," I replied. "Why did it take you so long to answer my call?"

She hesitated. "I… I was in the bathroom," she stammered. "We were both just cleaning up." Her excuse was clearly unconvincing.

Arjun Sir appeared behind her. "Hello, Rajeev," he greeted me, his tone jovial.

"Hello, Sir," I replied. "When did you arrive?"

"Just a few minutes ago," he replied. I noticed my mother tense slightly at his words.

"I’ll go make something for you both," my mother said quickly, excusing herself and hurrying to the kitchen.

I sat with Arjun Sir on the sofa. "I enjoyed being intimate with your mother," he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Her asshole is exceptional, incredibly pliable and smelly."

"Why?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Because it’s so incredibly loose and I made it loose," he said, with a tone laced with pride. "It’s such a satisfying sensation.”

"How long are you planning to continue this illicit affair?" I asked, my tone serious.

"Until it becomes impossible," he replied, his expression unreadable. "Or until your father finds out. And that's why I need a new plan.”

"My dad's coming out of hospital tomorrow," I said, my voice grave. "It's getting risky."

"I know," he said, a hint of worry in his tone. "That’s why I’m coming up with a new plan. A better plan.”

"What plan?" I asked, my curiosity overriding my concern.

"I'll tell you later," he said, his eyes flashing with a mischievous gleam.

"I don't believe you were intimate with my mom three times today," I said, my voice skeptical.

"Oh, yes I did," he bragged, chuckling. "I have the energy; I’m the best at this.” His tone was one of self-congratulation.

"You poked my mom’s asshole three times today?" I asked.

"Yes, and her asshole is so loose now," he confirmed, his tone both boastful and satisfied. "It's almost like a well-worn glove; so pliable and welcoming.”

"Are you spending the night?" I asked him.

"No, I can't. My wife just arrived home," he said. He seemed genuinely pleased. 

I remembered seeing his wife earlier that day entering a hotel with Sir Suresh. I decided not to mention it. It wasn't my place to interfere in his marriage.

"Earlier, at your house, I also fucked Priya in her asshole," I said, a mischievous glint in my eye.

Arjun Sir's eyes widened in shock. "You did what?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes," I confirmed. "I fucked Priya’s asshole."

"Unbelievable," he said. "Priya letting you do that? I never would have believed she'd be so receptive.”

"I used Vaseline," I explained, a grin spreading across my face.

"Did you force her?" he asked, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Yes," I said, without hesitation. "I had to."

He patted my head. "Good job," he said, a genuine smile on his face. "That girl needs to be taught a anal sex lesson. She needs a good fuck time.”

"Priya’s shit also coated my dick," I said, recalling the experience.

"How did it smell?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Stinky, but in a strangely satisfying way," I replied, my voice tinged with a hint of perverse satisfaction. The smell had been cloying, almost sickeningly sweet, yet strangely addictive.



My mother brought tea and a plate of pancakes, placing them on the table between Arjun Sir and me. She sat opposite us, her face relaxed and happy. 



Dear friends, my mom's appearance had undergone a remarkable transformation since she began her affair with Arjun Sir. 

Her skin seemed to glow with a newfound vitality, her eyes sparkling with an intensity I'd never seen before. 

Her hair seemed fuller and shinier. There was a newfound confidence about her demeanor.

This transformation could be partly explained scientifically. 

Studies suggest that when a woman cheats on her husband and has sex with another man, her body releases endorphins and other hormones that have positive effects on skin health and hair growth. 

The increased self-esteem and confidence that often accompany an adultery relationship can also contribute to a more youthful and radiant appearance. 

It's a complex interplay of psychological and physiological factors, but the net effect is often quite noticeable.

It is a widely held, if not scientifically proven, belief that women who are engaging in extramarital affairs often experience a heightened sense of self-confidence and sexual liberation. 







"I want you Sunita, your husband, and Rajeev to come over to my house," Arjun Sir said to my mother, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I want you all to meet my wife."

My mother's face immediately tensed. "Ooh really, I am eager. I hope she will like us" she said, her voice laced with anxiety.

"She'll love you," Arjun Sir replied confidently. "She's a wonderful woman. She'll be delighted to meet you all."


"I think it'll be fun to meet Arjun Sir's wife," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

My mother smiled weakly, nodding in agreement. 

However, I sensed her inner turmoil. Meeting Arjun Sir's wife would be risky for her; the thought of facing a woman whose husband was having an affair with her must have been extremely unpleasant.

That evening, Arjun Sir left. As my mother cooked supper, I joined her in the kitchen. "How do you feel about Arjun Sir?" I asked her, my voice low and probing.

"I… I really like him," she replied, a hint of shyness in her voice. "He helped your father a lot. He's been really supportive during this difficult time."

"But what do you really like about him?" I pressed, my voice softer now. I wanted to understand the depth of her feelings.

"He makes me feel seen and appreciated," she confessed, her eyes downcast. 

"He makes me feel alive. He understands me in ways that no one ever did" Her admission confirmed my suspicions: my mother had genuinely fallen for Arjun Sir.

"Was Arjun Sir here today, when I was at hospital to see dad?" I inquired, my tone casual yet probing. I wanted to know if she’d been with him all day.

"No, he wasn't here," she replied hastily. "He only came in the evening." She was lying; I knew she was.

"Did you go and see Dad in the hospital today?" I asked.

Her eyes flickered with a moment of nervousness. "No, I didn't," she said, her voice a little strained. "I… I was too busy with work, that’s all." Her lie was transparent.

The fact that she was being fucked by Arjun Sir both in the morning and evening, and hadn’t even bothered to visit my father in the hospital, clearly indicated that her feelings for my father were nonexistent. 

Her affections were entirely consumed by Arjun Sir. She cared only for his dick and not my father. My mom changed so much.

"But you called him, right?" I pressed.

"Yes, of course," she replied quickly. "I called him and explained everything." She sounded defensive. It seemed like she was worried that I had a good idea of what was going on.

Later that night, I went to my bedroom. I held my dick, stroking it slowly, and inhaled the faint scent of her shit from my hand. I was just in love with her.

I couldn't sleep, my mind replaying images of Priya. Suddenly, I heard my mother screaming in her bedroom. She was screaming Arjun Sir's name in a voice laced with passion. 

I was perplexed. He wasn't supposed to be here tonight.

I tiptoed to her bedroom window and peeked inside. Arjun Sir wasn't there; only my mother was in the room. Her eyes were closed, her body moving restlessly under the sheet. 

It was clear she was dreaming. She was murmuring Arjun Sir's name, her voice filled with both pleasure and longing. "Oh Arjun…yes…harder…deeper fuck my pussy aaahhh yesssss…" 


She moaned, while still in dream, her body twisting and turning. She was rubbing her pussy and her asshole. She was clearly dreaming about Arjun sir fucking her pussy. 

It was an unmistakable sign of her intense longing for him; I’d never seen her dream about Dad, not even once.

"Oh Arjun… your dick… in my pussy … oh God… fuck me baby oohh yesss fuck my pussy and asshole" she moaned, her voice growing louder. 

"It feels so good…so right… ooh your dick feels so good in my pussy" Her words were fragmented, yet undeniably explicit.

I decided to knock loudly on her door, hoping to wake her up and hear her explanation for these bizarre night-time sounds. The knocks woke her up.

She looked startled, surprised to find herself rubbing her bare pussy.

"Mom?" I called.

"Yes?" she replied from inside, her voice a little shaky.

"Open the door," I said, my voice calm but firm. I continued knocking, discreetly peeking through the slightly ajar door. A small smile played on my lips as I watched her.

"Just a minute," she replied.

After a brief pause, she opened the door, her face flushed and disheveled. She was clearly still quite startled.

"What were you screaming about?" I asked, my tone light. "You woke me up"

"I…I was just having a dream," she stammered, avoiding my gaze.

"What were you dreaming about?" I pressed gently.

"Nothing…nothing important," she said hastily. "It was just a silly dream." It was another lie.

"Did you hear me screaming?" she asked, her eyes pleading.

"No," I lied. I didn't want her to feel more embarrassed than she already was.

"Go back to sleep," she said, her tone firm, yet laced with relief. "It was just a nightmare. Rajeev" She accompanies me back to my bedroom and I slept.





In the morning, my mother and I went to the hospital and brought my father home. He was overjoyed to be back with us, his face radiating relief and happiness. 

He seemed genuinely thrilled to be home, relieved to be out of the sterile environment of the hospital, and eager to resume his normal life. 

He kept thanking us profusely for our efforts and expressed how much he missed me and mom. However, my mother's behaviour was strikingly different.

Her affection for him felt strangely less, almost nonexistent. Was it the weight of her guilt of cheating on my dad, a complete absence of remorse for her actions? 

Or had her feelings for my dad simply vanished, replaced by something else entirely?

Several times, my father leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she responded with barely perceptible nods, her expression distant and unreadable. 

She seemed almost to away from his affection. Her actions spoke volumes about the changed dynamic between them. On another occasion, he attempted to hold her hand, but she subtly pulled away.

Her body language clearly communicating a deep-seated disinterest, she wasn't happy with my dad. 

On another occasion, he tried to initiate a conversation about his time in the hospital, detailing the discomfort and the monotonous routine, but she offered brief, ignoring replies.

Her gaze drifting away as if she were elsewhere mentally. It was evident that her interest in him had gone significantly.



Dear friends, let me explain this, that the  diminished interest some women experience in their husbands after cheating affairs is a complex issue coming from a combination of factors. 

A good adultery can significantly disrupt the balance of hormones crucial for bonding and attachment, leading to a decline in oxytocin levels. 

This hormone is vital for feelings of closeness and connection, and its reduction can significantly impact the emotional bond between partners. 




That evening, my mother and I informed my father that we were going to Arjun Sir's house to meet his wife. My mother’s excitement was palpable, surprisingly greater than her joy at my father's return to health. 

This was disconcerting to observe. Her change in behavior was remarkable. The relief she felt about his being healthy seemed secondary to her anticipation of the visit with Arjun Sir. 

It was as if her entire emotional focus had shifted.

"We're going to Arjun Sir's house, Dad," I announced, carefully observing my father's reaction. "To meet his wife. It’s their 24th wedding anniversary and they’re having a small gathering."

"Oh, really?" Dad replied, his tone a mixture of curiosity and mild surprise. He seemed genuinely pleased at the prospect of meeting Arjun Sir's wife. 

He had always admired Arjun Sir and considered him a close and trustworthy friend, and he had always thought Arjun Sir and his wife had an enviable marriage. "Is that tonight? What time should we go?"

"Yes, Arvind, at evening" my mother replied, her voice brimming with an almost uncontainable enthusiasm. 

Her reaction to the invitation was far more animated than her reaction to my Dad being healthy and released from the hospital. 

It was a stark contrast that was impossible to ignore. "We should leave around 7.00 PM. I've already planned what to wear and everything seems to be set."

We took a cab. During the ride, my mother secretly checked her phone repeatedly. I knew it was Arjun Sir, checking in, perhaps asking for an update or giving her instructions on how to behave. 

She's likely trying to ensure everything is coordinated between them, although, of course, she doesn't want to reveal that to my father.

"Why are you constantly checking your phone, dear?" my father asked, his voice gentle but with a hint of concern. 

He seemed slightly puzzled by her constant phone use, something he hadn't noticed before.

My mother flinched, instantly hiding her phone in her purse. "I’m just checking my makeup to make sure it’s still on point," she replied smoothly. 

She tried to appear calm and nonchalant but her obvious nervousness betrayed her. She knew she was lying.

"You don’t need to check a mirror," my father said, his voice laced with affection. 

"You look beautiful, just as you always do. Your beauty shines through even without makeup. You really don't need to worry about it at all."

My mother gave him a weak smile. It was a false smile, a practiced expression that failed to reach her eyes. 

I could see the effort she was making, but it was painfully obvious that her true feelings for my father were slowly withering away. The forced smile was just a facade, masking her true indifference.

We arrived at Arjun Sir's house. Arjun Sir met us at the gate, his expression carefully neutral.



 

He greeted each of us individually, making a point of extending his warm greetings to my father, inquiring about his health and well-being. 

He wanted to express genuine concern for his friend’s health condition. But I knew he was just pretending because he already fucked my mom.

"Welcome," he said, greeting us warmly. "Mr. Arvind, so glad to see you out of hospital. How are you feeling? It was a truly difficult time, but we’re all so happy that you are out of the hospital"

He told my dad.


 "And are on the road to recovery. We all wish you a speedy recovery and a smooth transition back to your everyday life."

"Much better, thank you," my father replied, his tone sincere. "Feeling quite stronger now, though I still need a bit of rest. The hospital was certainly not a relaxing experience. But I am grateful for everything."

Arjun Sir then turned to my mother. "Mrs. Arvind," he greeted her, his voice polite but laced with a familiarity that would have been instantly recognizable to anyone privy to their secret. 

My mother responded with a similar studied formality, avoiding direct eye contact for a few seconds. 

Their careful interactions were a performance, both maintaining a show of normalcy in front of my Dad. They were playing a role, skillfully concealing their adultery.

He then greeted me. "Rajeev, good to see you. How are your studies? Is college keeping you busy?"

"Good to see you too, Sir," I replied. "college is good, and yes, I'm quite busy."

Arjun Sir led us into his house. The atmosphere inside was vibrant; a lively party was in full swing, celebrating the 24th wedding anniversary of Arjun Sir and his wife, Hareeta. 

Soft, romantic music played in the background, creating a warm and inviting ambience, though some of the guests were already quite lively.

From across the room, Arjun Sir called out to his wife. "Haareeta, darling, come meet our other guests. They've come all the way to celebrate our special day with us. It is such an honor to have them here."

"Doesn't my wife look lovely?" Arjun Sir asked my mother and father as his wife approached. 






It was a blatant attempt to subtly show my mother that his life was perfect, happy in his marriage, with no space for her in it. The display of affection was aimed directly at my mother.

"Yes, she is very elegant," my father said, his tone appreciative. He made a point of complimenting Arjun Sir’s wife. He seemed genuinely impressed. "Such poise and grace."

My mother responded with a noncommittal, "Yes, absolutely beautiful. She looks radiant and clearly happy." 



Haareeta, his wife, arrived, radiating warmth and elegance. Arjun Sir made the introductions with exaggerated warmth, ensuring to introduce his wife to each of us individually. 

His aim was clearly to showcase their happy marriage to my mother, creating a contrast with her own situation.

"Mr. Arvind, this is my wife, Hareeta," he said, his voice brimming with pride. He spoke with obvious pride and affection. He wanted my father to see how happy and fulfilling his life was with Hareeta.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," my father replied, shaking Hareeta's hand. He spoke warmly and sincerely, expressing his own happiness at being able to finally meet her.

"Mrs. Arvind, it's delightful to finally meet you," Hareeta said, while smiling.

"The pleasure's all mine," my mother responded, her smile equally artificial. Her smile felt unconvincing, strained, and forced, betraying her unease at the situation.

"And this is their son, Rajeev," Arjun Sir said, introducing me to Hareeta.

"Hello," I greeted her politely. "Happy anniversary."

"OOh thank you and Welcome," Hareeta said, extending a hand to each of us. "It's so wonderful to have you all here. We're so happy you could make it. It means a lot to us."

"Please, come, let me show you to your seats."

"Please get us some cocktail juice," Hareeta requested Arjun Sir, turning to him with a smile, a gesture of affection and care.

As Arjun Sir went to fetch the drinks, I saw him wink secretly at my mother. To my surprise, she didn’t wink back. 

I think it was because she felt jealous that Arjun Sir was so overtly affectionate with Hareeta, hugging and kissing her openly, right in front of my mother. 

The display of public affection felt pointed.

Was my mother envious of Hareeta? Did she secretly long to be in Hareeta's position – Arjun Sir's beloved wife? It was a thought that lingered in my mind.

Arjun Sir's expression shifted; he looked confused, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty clouding his features when he returned and saw my mother had not responded to his wink. 

He seemed surprised by her lack of response, clearly expecting a reaction from her.



As we settled into our seats, Hareeta turned to my father with a warm smile. "Mr. Arvind, I'm so glad you're feeling better after your hospital stay. I heard you were quite ill. We were all so worried about you."

My father chuckled. "Oh, it was nothing too serious, really. Just a bit of a scare, I suppose. A nasty bout of stomach ache."

"I'm feeling much better now, thanks to the wonderful care I received, and of course, thanks to my family's support and also to your husband, Arjun. I'm so happy to be home."

Hareeta then turned to my mother, her eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Sunita, you look absolutely radiant tonight. That dress is stunning on you. It really brings out the color of your eyes."

My mother offered a tight-lipped smile, her response brief and somewhat strained. "Thank you, Hareeta. You look lovely yourself. That's a beautiful black sari." 

My mom was pretending to like Hareeta; her jealousy of Hareeta, Arjun Sir's wife, was palpable. It was clear that my mom was wished that she was the wife of Arjun instead of Hareeta.


She was resentful that Hareeta was the one enjoying a that big dick of Arjun, loving marriage with the man my mother desired. The compliment felt obligatory.

"Thank you," Hareeta replied, her smile fading slightly. She sensed the tension between them. "It's a family heirloom, actually. My mother wore it on her wedding day."

My mother, seeking to shift the conversation away from herself, abruptly asked Hareeta, "So, what do you do, Hareeta? Besides being a wonderful wife, of course." 

The question was subtly pointed, a veiled attempt to probe into Hareeta’s life, perhaps searching for any cracks in their seemingly perfect relationship. 



Dear friends, can you believe this? My mother, the devout, religious woman who once lectured me on the sanctity of marriage, is now actively trying to unravel Arjun Sir's marriage. 

She's subtly probing Hareeta, asking pointed questions about her life with Arjun – their intimacy, their finances, their daily routines. 

It was clear my mom was jealous. It's all so incredibly hypocritical. The woman who preached fidelity is now plotting to destroy another woman's marriage to steal her lover, Arjun sir.




"Oh, I help Arjun in the family business," Hareeta responded, her voice friendly. "We have a shipping and logistics company. It's quite demanding, but I find it very fulfilling."

Hareeta continued, "It keeps me busy, and it's a great way to support Arjun and contribute to our family's success. We work well together, both in business and at home."

"Sounds interesting," my mother replied, her tone flat, betraying her lack of genuine interest. Her mind was elsewhere, dwelling on her own self interest and the contrast with Hareeta's seemingly blissful life.

"And what about you, Sunita?" Hareeta asked, trying to maintain a friendly conversation, oblivious to the undercurrent of resentment. "What do you do to keep yourself occupied?"

"I'm a painter," my mother replied, her voice regaining a touch of animation, a flicker of genuine passion. "I work mostly with watercolors and oils. I find painting to be very thebangutic"

My mom continued,"..... a way to express myself creatively. It's a completely different world for me, one that is intensely personal."

My father chimed in, "And I work at OceanFreight, a shipping company." He added, wanting to contribute to the conversation, and maybe take the tension away from my mother. "It's been a long career, but I enjoy it."

"Oh, how interesting," Hareeta replied, nodding politely. "Arjun and I often discuss the challenges in the shipping industry. It’s a very dynamic field, and one that’s constantly evolving."

Just then, Arjun Sir arrived with a tray laden with glasses of cocktail juice. "Here you go," he announced, handing each of us a drink. 

His eyes met my mother's briefly, but mymom deliberately avoided his gaze, her expression unchanging. It was clear to me she was not interested in interacting with him at this moment.

I knew Arjun Sir had seen my mom earlier, her look of envy on his face when he had hugged Hareeta. 

He was clearly aware of the complexities of my mom's feelings, the unspoken tension between them. He handled the awkward interaction gracefully, without making a scene but he knew my mom was jealous.

"Thank you, Arjun, my love" Hareeta said, her voice warm and affectionate. 

She accepted the drink from him with a gentle smile, emphasizing the harmony in their relationship. 






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