Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

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While Sameer takes care of his village well, his urge towards fresh young girls is insatiable. There is an unwritten law in the village that any newly married bride should be sent Sameer’s mansion and sleep with him for 3 nights .. of course after the initial 3 nights with her husband. While many girls would not raise any concern as sleeping with such an influential , rich person is a privilege .. but once in  while few girls say no and that’s when the maids in the mansion coerce the girl make her ready.

However last week marriage caused some concerns to Sameer and the boy is son of the head maid in the mansion and once the boy’s family finds the girl and every one agrees for marriage , Sameer treats that groom as his son and fulfills all the rituals , he makes sure the wedding expenses are taken care by him.

Then what happened last week ?

The marriage preparations were abruptly stopped. As usual, there was no provocation for it beyond a sharp exchange of words, and egos were bruised on all sides. The boy's father,  Sameer Reddy, flew into a rage when his plans for the young couple's future were challenged by the girl in front of her father and other family elders.  But what really set the stage for what happened next was the way in which the disagreement became a war of words. In the typical swaggering style of a feudal lord,  Sameer had pronounced that he would wait for exactly 9 months to become a grandfather.  This announcement was made at a gathering of the two extended families. Manga, the bride-to-be was expected to sit in on the proceedings only to know what was expected of her and not to respond, react or offer comment. But her father had not brought her up in that manner, even though socially they were from a family that would be expected to be subservient to Sameer. To her father, the escape from the social inferiority lay in higher education. He sent his daughter Manga to the best of colleges in the town and later to a larger city in a hostel.

Now, at the age of twenty, she was among the best educated from her village.  Her reaction to being treated as a commodity in marriage was predictable. She stood up as Sameer concluded his desire to become a grandfather, and with eyes blazing with anger, she proclaimed loudly, "I have no intention of motherhood for the first five years. I am going to work and so is Pawan. We are going to build our own base before we build a family."   As she said this, her tension rose and her breathing became pronounced and ragged.

Her face flushed red and her head was turned up in defiance. Now she slowly realized that the deafening silence that enveloped the gathering was shock at her defiance of the ultimate authority in their village. Yet, she held her head high, glaring at her father-in-law to-be.  "Hey, girl!"  Sameer bellowed, "How dare you refer to your fiancé by name? And who are you to decide what will happen and what will not in my household?"

 "Ask your son," she replied acidly.

"When he was chasing me around to marry him, it was he who said I should call him by name and think and do as I please!"
Manga's father could see the situation slipping out of control and rose with folded hands and bowed head to try mediating the two extreme positions. "Sameer sahib, the girl wishes to work for a few years and it would not be possible if she were to get pregnant. However, once she marries into your family it is your choice and you can discuss it amongst yourselves," he suggested.  "I do not see the need to discuss!" raged  Sameer. "In our family we do not discuss the obvious. Is there anything you are hiding from me about this girl of yours that you are supporting her? Is she capable of bearing children or not? Or are the women in your family not complete women?"  

The reference to the womanhood of his clan brought Manga's father's entire family to its feet. And from there it was downhill all the way. Heated words were exchanged, things which were not meant were said, and in about half an hour, just after sunset, when preliminary celebrations should have started, Manga and her family were back in their modest home, pondering next moves.  At Sameer residence, Sameer was taking his son to task for going around publicly with a girl he has not yet approved. Undoubtedly that was what had given the girl the courage to stand up to him.

And today…

And Manga, sitting on the roof of her home, was indignant over the aspersion cast on her womanhood. That man needed to be taught a lesson. As she reflected on her choices she realized that there was nothing any one would dare do against Sameer. Whatever needed to be done would have to be done by her. And what better lesson to teach him than to make him accept the superiority of her womanhood.  Under the cover of darkness, Manga made her way to Sameer's mansion. She was let in by the guards who recognized her and she found her way through the maze of corridors and rooms, through to the back yard. There, under the mango trees, near the cowsheds, sat Sameer, surrounded by a few of his cronies, smoking a hookah.  The animated conversation fell to a hush as the men saw Manga make her way towards them.

She stood there, looking at Sameer, her chest heaving from the exertion of her walk and the tension of the moment. By the light of the lamps, her curves were accentuated and her tight choli (blouse) showed her breasts to her advantage. Her ghagra (skirt) with its mirror work glinted by the light of the lamps. Those dark angry eyes flashed at him, and it took Sameer a while to realize he was looking at his prospective daughter-in-law and not just any woman for him to lust after.  He signalled his men to leave them alone.  "What have you come for now?" he asked, thinking that she might possibly want to apologize for her behaviour earlier in the evening.  "I have come here to tell you that having a moustache as large as yours does not guarantee the masculinity of your clan. So you should watch it before you talk about our womanhood," she said with a taunting smile.

The woman he had chosen to be his son's wife looked bewitching with that saucy, taunting smile. The warm glow of lamps, the hide and seek of shadow and light, just made her seem all the more haunting. The challenge was not only in her words but also in her body language. He felt aroused and his male chauvinist instinct was to respond with a demonstration of his manhood.  He covered up his loss of control with a show of anger. He got up from the low slung cot made of rope, and strode forward towards Manga, his arm outstretched as if to strike her across the face.  For the first time, Manga took note of his tall stride, his muscular arms, his broad shoulders and sinewy body as the man overshadowed her. She felt panic inside her, but was not about to show it and continued to play her game of nerves.  "Violence? Is that what you use to hide your impotence?" she asked laughingly, knowing the relaxed smile on her face would infuriate him.  

He grabbed her throat and pushed her back till she her back came up against the trunk of the banyan tree. As he touched her, he was taken aback by the softness of her skin. His grip on her throat relaxed from a stranglehold to an open hand just pushing her back. Something about his animal Vigor in that shove struck a chord in Manga. She noticed the strong hands with rough calloused fingers. She allowed herself to be pushed back, bracing herself for a fall and then she came to rest against the tree trunk with a hard whack.  They were now in the shade of the tree and away from the circle of light and the seating area where Sameer had sat with his hookah. As their eyes grew accustomed to the lesser lighting, both the man and the maiden took in each other with their eyes. The lighting here was pale with the glow from the lamps reaching only partly, and the tube light from the pump house providing another ray of faint glow.  And yet, her eyes sparkled.

She knew she had him where she wanted him. Sameer's hand completely relaxed as he realized what the girl was up to. He was now touching her on her neck, just above her bosom and his thumb ran over her chin.  "I wish I could ask you to demonstrate your womanhood in identical fashion," he muttered.  Her hand gripped his wrist as she tried to move his hand from her body, but she merely ended up captivated with the strength of his body. "Maybe you will not ask me to demonstrate my womanhood because you would then be exposed totally," she said spontaneously, and instantly regretted what she said. She knew that you could go only so far with the feudal land lord without arousing the worst ire in him. 

And she was right. Blinded with rage, Sameer gripped the top of her choli (blouse) and pulled down and in one swift ripping motion the front of her blouse tore, and hung down, held only by the strong band of cloth that went around the lower border of the blouse. Her breasts, brown, young, firm and proud, stood there bathed in the pale light fully exposed, heaving up and down from the anger she felt.  She reached with her left hand to slap him but Sameer was too quick for her and fended her off. Manga lunged lower and grabbed at his crotch and was successful this time, getting a full hand of his semi aroused cock. It had been that way ever since she walked up to his charpoy. Now she knew more about his manhood than she wanted to know. In seconds, Sameer's cock filled with blood and he had a full blown erection. It was years since he had been grabbed so authoritatively by a young woman and his body was instantaneous in its response to the stimulus. 



The situation was erotic. His cock was in the grip of a young woman, whose breasts were exposed and heaving and he and she were both under the low branches of a mango tree, outside the circle of direct light, even though they could very well be spotted by anyone looking on. Her grip relaxed and immediately the cock swelled to its largest ever dimensions in recent times. As she felt it fill out more, she instinctively closed in on it again. It had the effect of pumping the cock.  

Sameer groaned and involuntarily pumped his hips as the fist provided him with relief.  The girl stared down at her hand. She had in her grip a handful of Sameer's garment and in it was wrapped an obscenely large cock. Her pussy juiced up even as she realized the enormity of the situation she had let herself in for. She let of the cock and rested back on the trunk of the tree, both hands behind her, gripping the trunk. The hands behind her back only served to thrust out her proud and heaving breasts some more.  She looked into Sameer's face who looked right back.



And then his eyes wandered down to the breasts, succulent and topped by magnificent nipples. All bathed in pales shades for the lack of full lighting. Her eyes flickered, her throat dried up and her lips parted ever so slightly. She didn't move; she didn't dare to move.  Sameer's hands came up to gently rest on the breasts, cupping them lightly, as if weighing the precious booty. Manga gasped, her body shivered and she gripped the trunk of the tree behind her ever more tightly. 

Her chest was now thrust out and up, and her awareness and control of the situation melted away.  The rough, coarse hands of Sameer held the breasts and the thumbs flicked the nipples. "So this is the woman who my son was to marry," he whispered.  Manga nodded. Then, realizing that her might-have-been father-in-law was taking the original discussion further, she let her hand drop back to his dhoti  .  Her hand found a way in and she touched the bare skin of his thigh. Navigating from there she felt around for that monster of a cock. From her position her hand could not claim it. She shifted the position of her wrist; with the palm facing upward she was able to take the shaft in her hand the way she would hold a bat. Her fingertips touched his balls and the palm of her hand had the trunk of his cock.

The head touched her wrist.  "And this is the specimen of manhood your clan has to offer," she whispered in reply. She ran her thumb along the length of the cock, back to front, and then she encountered wetness, followed by the head. As her thumb rounded the head of his cock, Sameer shuddered. His hands gripped the breasts firmly in his hands as a reflex action. The pinching effect on her nipples hurt her and she winced, but bolts of pain felt so pleasurable!  She gripped his cock and masturbated him, stroking forward and back, gently but firmly. Sameer kneaded the breasts and soon his hands ran down the sides of her body and he was stroking the roll of flesh at her bare hips.



Manga shifted from one foot to another as she felt her pussy start to flow.  "Mama!" she whispered her first acknowledgement that day of his seniority as she referred to him as she would refer to her father-in-law.   Sameer leaned over her, his head hunched over her head as his hips jerked and pumped as the fisting caused ripples of sensations through this body. He slowly lifted up the skirts and bunched them in his hands, pulling up more and more, baring his son's fiancé's strong legs. His hands went under and cupped her ass. She was wearing nothing under her skirts and with both hands he gripped her ass, lightly lifting her, testing her weight to see if he could lift her completely.