11-05-2025, 07:55 AM
Update 22
It was early morning on the 1st day of the New Year. Nandita was sitting in her house verandah waiting for the dawn. It was a new morning, a new day, a new year, waiting for the sunshine to douse the darkness. Sitting on balcony chair Nandita was watching the world with a new hope. The street in front of her street home was deserted. She saw a few youngsters rushing back home after a party trying to reach home before their parents woke up, some milk vans passing by and a few stray dogs barking at a few occasional drunk men struggling to walk back home. She sat back listening to the sounds of silence.
She had been awake since 5 am, now sipping her 2nd cup of coffee, thinking about the last 2 days... It all began day before yesterday. Sudipto, my husband, came home in the evening. Supriya was very happy seeing her dad and they were both talking to each other in the living room while I was preparing dinner. I knew tonight was the time, the time reveal the bitter truth to Supriya. It was time to break the façade of our marriage. It was time to reveal to Supriya about our divorce plans.
After a quiet dinner we gathered in the living room. We sat down on the sofa, Sudipto sat next to Supriya on the large sofa while I sat on the side sofa. Then he started speaking, giving his speech to Supriya on life, relationships, love, friendship, our divorce. I was watching Supriya’s happy expression change into confusion and then to sadness as the truth started sinking in. I saw her eyes getting moist before tears started flowing down her eyes. I couldn’t see her cry any more. I rested my head back and was staring at the ceiling blankly. I was listening to his cold hearted empty words and my daughter’s sobs. I closed my eyes. I heard him say that your mom and I are still friends and I will always be there for you, etc etc. As Supriya’s sobs got louder, tears came flowing out of my eyes. Like a coward he always was, he soon left giving more empty promises. We both sat down for minutes silently crying before Supriya rushed back to her room unable to control her emotions.
I thought I would be the pillar of strength for my daughter, but it was the other way round. The loss of the last hope of clinging on to a failed relationship faded away, I had broken down completely. The entire next day Supriya spent time with me telling me to stop crying, trying to reassure everything will be fine, trying to make me laugh, talking about our happy moments of life, making sandwiches for lunch. Supriya was stronger than I thought emotionally. She had bloomed into a strong young woman in a short time. We spent the New Year’s Eve together after a long time eating pizza and watching movies till past midnight.
Soon it was dawn as I felt the first rays of the new sun hit my face; I knew this was the beginning of our new life, my new life.
I went back to the kitchen and made some more coffee. I went and knocked at Supriya’s room.
Knock Knock
Supriya: Mom, come in
Me: (entering the room) Happy New Year Baby.
Supriya: Happy New Year Mom. I hope you are feeling better now.
Me: Yes I am feeling much better today. I am sorry for breaking down yesterday.
Supriya: Mom I understand. Let’s not talk about it, okay?
Me: Yes dear. Get up, your coffee is ready. Don’t you have to go for your exercises?
Supriya: Yeah Mom.
Supriya’s POV:
After my coffee, I rushed back to my room. I thought about Chandu and Gupta ji. Poor Gupta uncle, he must be missing me as I had not gone for my exercises for last 2-3 days. It’s time to tease him more, I love his reactions when he see my sexy hot body, his entire face turns red and he starts sweating profusely. Maybe I shouldn’t tease him too much, I hope he doesn’t get a heart attack. Smiling I wear a red sports bra and very short black stretch shorts. I wore my track suit on top and slipped into my sports shoes. I rushed towards the terrace.
When I reached up there was no one there. I wondered if I was too late. Neither Chandu nor Gupta ji was around. Disappointed I stood by the ledge of the terrace watching the street below. In a few minutes I heard someone open the terrace door, I turned around and saw Gupta uncle enter wearing the same tight ill fitting track suit he wore last time. Soon I had a big smile on my face.
Me: Good Morning uncle and Happy New Year.
Gupta: Happy New Year Supriya beti. Awake so early on a New Year day?
Me: Yeah uncle, I missed my exercise routine last 2-3 days. I hope you did the exercise routine which I taught you.
Gupta: Yes I did…..
Me: Great (I knew he was lying) let’s start our exercises.
Gupta: Wait, let me first fill the tank water. Chandu has taken leave for 4 days.
Me: Okay uncle. (wondering why Chandu left on leave without telling her about it)
After he opened and closed the water taps and valves, he came rushing back to where I was standing like an excited teenager. As soon as he stood before me, I said.
Me: Let me get comfortable first. It’s very important while exercising.
I slowly zipped down my track suit top, removed it and kept it aside. I was closely watching Gupta uncle stare at me and my red sports bra which were struggling to contain my melons. I bent down and pulled down my track pants slowly and seductively, giving him a full view of my deep cleavage. I could see his eyes bulging out, his face was beginning to redden and he was also sweating. Moved my eyes to his crotch and I could see his erection growing and making an obscene bulge on his tight track pants.
His bulge kept getting bigger and bigger as we started our exercise routine. I was purposely jumping and bending more than usual while exercising giving him an eyeful of my bouncing boobs and bubble butt. A few times I went behind him trying to show him the correct posture while rubbing and pressing my big boobs on his back. By the time we finished our exercises, Gupta ji’s face was red as a tomato, his face covered with sweat and his bulge had by now grown to an obscene proportion. I kept glancing at his hard on, wondering how his naked cock would look.
Me: You were awesome today uncle. If we keep doing this daily you will soon be fit like Hrithik Roshan.
Gupta: (laughs) now you are pulling my leg.
Me: (while wearing my track suit back) No uncle I am not joking. Honestly you are more handsome than him, just need a fitter body.
Gupta: (smiling) You really think I am handsome…
Me: (smiling I walked close to him) Of course you are very handsome Uncle.
Gupta: (still grinning) you are so beautiful too Supriya.
Me: Thanks uncle. Bye, see you tomorrow.
Gupta: Can I have your mobile number? I can contact you if I am late.
Me: Sure my number is xxxxxxxxxx. Send me a message so I can save your number too.
Gupta: I will beti….
I started walking towards the terrace door and before leaving I turned around and smiled and winked at him.
Once I reached back home, I went for a bath and joined mom at the dining table for breakfast. While having my breakfast, I received the first message from Gupta uncle saying thanks. I smiled. As soon as I reached back in my room, I saved his number and replied back thanking him too for being a good fitness student. By lunch time I received more messages from him. First few were good morning forwards, then some motivational message forwards and then some clean jokes. I forwarded a few clean jokes too.
After lunch I called up Raashi just to confirm whether she is coming to college tomorrow as the college was reopening after Christmas break. After the call, I decided to take a power nap. The nap turned out to be longer than I planned, by the time I woke up it was 7 pm. After freshening up, I was feeling hungry. I went out of my room looking for mom. She was in her room which was locked, I called out to her saying mom I am hungry. She replied that there are some fruits on the dining table and cookies in the kitchen shelf. I sat on the sofa holding the cookie jar and switched on the TV. While watching TV and munching cookies, mom came out of her room. I was surprised to see her beautifully dressed in a shimmery turquoise colored saree and sleeveless blouse.
Me: Going out mom?
Mom: Yes dear. It’s my friend’s birthday party. I forgot to mention it to you before. I will be back very late tonight. Dinner is in the fridge, just microwave it. Okay?
Me: Okay mom.
Watching my mom leave, I was wondering. This is so strange. Mom never attended late night parties. Few days back she was out till late and now today too.
Anyway she felt happy that mom had started socializing instead of being at home all the time. She is just 40 and still so beautiful. She should go out more often and meet new people that will help her heal the wounds of her failed marriage with my dad.
She switched off the TV and went back to her room. She checked her messages and found a couple of messages from Gupta uncle. His forwarded jokes were getting raunchier and raunchier. I forwarded a couple of non veg jokes to Gupta uncle too. We soon started chatting. I mentioned that my mom has gone out for a party and I am alone home. I also mentioned that I would go to the terrace at 10pm after dinner as I was feeling bored. I casually mentioned it because I knew he would definitely come to the terrace too. Maybe I wanted him to come too.
After dinner I went to the terrace, I was wearing a tee shirt and denim shorts. On entering the terrace I wasn’t really surprised to find Gupta uncle strolling in the terrace. He was wearing a Bermuda shorts and a polo t-shirt. After entering I latched the terrace door.
Me: Good Evening Uncle. How come you are in the terrace now?
Gupta: I had come to check whether the water valves were properly closed or not. You are aware Chandu is on leave and I have to do this till he returns….
Me: (laughing in my mind listening to his lame excuse) that’s so nice of you, uncle. You work so hard for the betterment of the building. No one appreciates you.
Gupta: Yes beti. Everyone just likes to complain when there is a problem, but no one wants to do these chores.
Me: Uncle you are looking nice in Bermudas. I have never seen you wearing one before. You should wear it more often. You look very smart in them.
Gupta: Really? (feeling happy) you look so pretty in those jeans shorts too.
Me: Thanks Uncle. Do you like these shorts? I hope it’s not too short. Is it uncle? (I turn around showing my ass to him)
Gupta: It’s perfect beti. You have such wonderful pretty legs. These shorts are perfect.
Me: Do you like my tee shirt too? I think it’s too tight.
We were both standing in the corner of the terrace very close to each other. His pot belly was almost touching my flat tummy. Being so close to him made me feel hot. I could feel my nipples tingling. I could feel the now familiar warm feeling building up between my legs. The gap between us slowly reducing, soon I could feel his pot belly touching my tummy.
Gupta: No they are perfect. Your chest looks so appealing and inviting in that tee shirt you are wearing. Love it.
Soon his chest touched my heaving breasts. His chest slowing pressing my boobs, his belly crushed against mine. I could feel his erection on my waist. Our faces close to each other, our lips just an inch away. Soon his quivering lips lightly touched mine.
Me: mmmmmmmmm uncle.
Soon the touch of our lips gradually changed into a torrid passionate kiss, our mouth open, our tongues playing with each other. His hands were cupping my big boobs, squeezing them like oranges. My hands were hugging Gupta ji tight. Our kisses getting were getting wetter and wetter. His one hand moved under my tee shirt, squeezing my left boob over my bra. His other hand moved to my ass, feeling my soft ass over my shorts. Soon he started moving his hips, humping hard on my pussy, dry humping me. I started doing the same, moving my pussy meeting his frantic thrusts. He was pushing me against the concrete water tank, I wrapped both my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. His humping got more frantic and before he realized in his over excitement he came in his pants. I quickly got off him, I saw his Bermuda had a huge wet stain.
Me: (laughing) uncle you better think of a good logical excuse when aunty sees you with that big wet spot on your pants. I am going now, see you tomorrow morning… (still laughing) Good Night my dear uncle……
To be continued.....
It was early morning on the 1st day of the New Year. Nandita was sitting in her house verandah waiting for the dawn. It was a new morning, a new day, a new year, waiting for the sunshine to douse the darkness. Sitting on balcony chair Nandita was watching the world with a new hope. The street in front of her street home was deserted. She saw a few youngsters rushing back home after a party trying to reach home before their parents woke up, some milk vans passing by and a few stray dogs barking at a few occasional drunk men struggling to walk back home. She sat back listening to the sounds of silence.
She had been awake since 5 am, now sipping her 2nd cup of coffee, thinking about the last 2 days... It all began day before yesterday. Sudipto, my husband, came home in the evening. Supriya was very happy seeing her dad and they were both talking to each other in the living room while I was preparing dinner. I knew tonight was the time, the time reveal the bitter truth to Supriya. It was time to break the façade of our marriage. It was time to reveal to Supriya about our divorce plans.
After a quiet dinner we gathered in the living room. We sat down on the sofa, Sudipto sat next to Supriya on the large sofa while I sat on the side sofa. Then he started speaking, giving his speech to Supriya on life, relationships, love, friendship, our divorce. I was watching Supriya’s happy expression change into confusion and then to sadness as the truth started sinking in. I saw her eyes getting moist before tears started flowing down her eyes. I couldn’t see her cry any more. I rested my head back and was staring at the ceiling blankly. I was listening to his cold hearted empty words and my daughter’s sobs. I closed my eyes. I heard him say that your mom and I are still friends and I will always be there for you, etc etc. As Supriya’s sobs got louder, tears came flowing out of my eyes. Like a coward he always was, he soon left giving more empty promises. We both sat down for minutes silently crying before Supriya rushed back to her room unable to control her emotions.
I thought I would be the pillar of strength for my daughter, but it was the other way round. The loss of the last hope of clinging on to a failed relationship faded away, I had broken down completely. The entire next day Supriya spent time with me telling me to stop crying, trying to reassure everything will be fine, trying to make me laugh, talking about our happy moments of life, making sandwiches for lunch. Supriya was stronger than I thought emotionally. She had bloomed into a strong young woman in a short time. We spent the New Year’s Eve together after a long time eating pizza and watching movies till past midnight.
Soon it was dawn as I felt the first rays of the new sun hit my face; I knew this was the beginning of our new life, my new life.
I went back to the kitchen and made some more coffee. I went and knocked at Supriya’s room.
Knock Knock
Supriya: Mom, come in
Me: (entering the room) Happy New Year Baby.
Supriya: Happy New Year Mom. I hope you are feeling better now.
Me: Yes I am feeling much better today. I am sorry for breaking down yesterday.
Supriya: Mom I understand. Let’s not talk about it, okay?
Me: Yes dear. Get up, your coffee is ready. Don’t you have to go for your exercises?
Supriya: Yeah Mom.
Supriya’s POV:
After my coffee, I rushed back to my room. I thought about Chandu and Gupta ji. Poor Gupta uncle, he must be missing me as I had not gone for my exercises for last 2-3 days. It’s time to tease him more, I love his reactions when he see my sexy hot body, his entire face turns red and he starts sweating profusely. Maybe I shouldn’t tease him too much, I hope he doesn’t get a heart attack. Smiling I wear a red sports bra and very short black stretch shorts. I wore my track suit on top and slipped into my sports shoes. I rushed towards the terrace.
When I reached up there was no one there. I wondered if I was too late. Neither Chandu nor Gupta ji was around. Disappointed I stood by the ledge of the terrace watching the street below. In a few minutes I heard someone open the terrace door, I turned around and saw Gupta uncle enter wearing the same tight ill fitting track suit he wore last time. Soon I had a big smile on my face.
Me: Good Morning uncle and Happy New Year.
Gupta: Happy New Year Supriya beti. Awake so early on a New Year day?
Me: Yeah uncle, I missed my exercise routine last 2-3 days. I hope you did the exercise routine which I taught you.
Gupta: Yes I did…..
Me: Great (I knew he was lying) let’s start our exercises.
Gupta: Wait, let me first fill the tank water. Chandu has taken leave for 4 days.
Me: Okay uncle. (wondering why Chandu left on leave without telling her about it)
After he opened and closed the water taps and valves, he came rushing back to where I was standing like an excited teenager. As soon as he stood before me, I said.
Me: Let me get comfortable first. It’s very important while exercising.
I slowly zipped down my track suit top, removed it and kept it aside. I was closely watching Gupta uncle stare at me and my red sports bra which were struggling to contain my melons. I bent down and pulled down my track pants slowly and seductively, giving him a full view of my deep cleavage. I could see his eyes bulging out, his face was beginning to redden and he was also sweating. Moved my eyes to his crotch and I could see his erection growing and making an obscene bulge on his tight track pants.
His bulge kept getting bigger and bigger as we started our exercise routine. I was purposely jumping and bending more than usual while exercising giving him an eyeful of my bouncing boobs and bubble butt. A few times I went behind him trying to show him the correct posture while rubbing and pressing my big boobs on his back. By the time we finished our exercises, Gupta ji’s face was red as a tomato, his face covered with sweat and his bulge had by now grown to an obscene proportion. I kept glancing at his hard on, wondering how his naked cock would look.
Me: You were awesome today uncle. If we keep doing this daily you will soon be fit like Hrithik Roshan.
Gupta: (laughs) now you are pulling my leg.
Me: (while wearing my track suit back) No uncle I am not joking. Honestly you are more handsome than him, just need a fitter body.
Gupta: (smiling) You really think I am handsome…
Me: (smiling I walked close to him) Of course you are very handsome Uncle.
Gupta: (still grinning) you are so beautiful too Supriya.
Me: Thanks uncle. Bye, see you tomorrow.
Gupta: Can I have your mobile number? I can contact you if I am late.
Me: Sure my number is xxxxxxxxxx. Send me a message so I can save your number too.
Gupta: I will beti….
I started walking towards the terrace door and before leaving I turned around and smiled and winked at him.
Once I reached back home, I went for a bath and joined mom at the dining table for breakfast. While having my breakfast, I received the first message from Gupta uncle saying thanks. I smiled. As soon as I reached back in my room, I saved his number and replied back thanking him too for being a good fitness student. By lunch time I received more messages from him. First few were good morning forwards, then some motivational message forwards and then some clean jokes. I forwarded a few clean jokes too.
After lunch I called up Raashi just to confirm whether she is coming to college tomorrow as the college was reopening after Christmas break. After the call, I decided to take a power nap. The nap turned out to be longer than I planned, by the time I woke up it was 7 pm. After freshening up, I was feeling hungry. I went out of my room looking for mom. She was in her room which was locked, I called out to her saying mom I am hungry. She replied that there are some fruits on the dining table and cookies in the kitchen shelf. I sat on the sofa holding the cookie jar and switched on the TV. While watching TV and munching cookies, mom came out of her room. I was surprised to see her beautifully dressed in a shimmery turquoise colored saree and sleeveless blouse.
Me: Going out mom?
Mom: Yes dear. It’s my friend’s birthday party. I forgot to mention it to you before. I will be back very late tonight. Dinner is in the fridge, just microwave it. Okay?
Me: Okay mom.
Watching my mom leave, I was wondering. This is so strange. Mom never attended late night parties. Few days back she was out till late and now today too.
Anyway she felt happy that mom had started socializing instead of being at home all the time. She is just 40 and still so beautiful. She should go out more often and meet new people that will help her heal the wounds of her failed marriage with my dad.
She switched off the TV and went back to her room. She checked her messages and found a couple of messages from Gupta uncle. His forwarded jokes were getting raunchier and raunchier. I forwarded a couple of non veg jokes to Gupta uncle too. We soon started chatting. I mentioned that my mom has gone out for a party and I am alone home. I also mentioned that I would go to the terrace at 10pm after dinner as I was feeling bored. I casually mentioned it because I knew he would definitely come to the terrace too. Maybe I wanted him to come too.
After dinner I went to the terrace, I was wearing a tee shirt and denim shorts. On entering the terrace I wasn’t really surprised to find Gupta uncle strolling in the terrace. He was wearing a Bermuda shorts and a polo t-shirt. After entering I latched the terrace door.
Me: Good Evening Uncle. How come you are in the terrace now?
Gupta: I had come to check whether the water valves were properly closed or not. You are aware Chandu is on leave and I have to do this till he returns….
Me: (laughing in my mind listening to his lame excuse) that’s so nice of you, uncle. You work so hard for the betterment of the building. No one appreciates you.
Gupta: Yes beti. Everyone just likes to complain when there is a problem, but no one wants to do these chores.
Me: Uncle you are looking nice in Bermudas. I have never seen you wearing one before. You should wear it more often. You look very smart in them.
Gupta: Really? (feeling happy) you look so pretty in those jeans shorts too.
Me: Thanks Uncle. Do you like these shorts? I hope it’s not too short. Is it uncle? (I turn around showing my ass to him)
Gupta: It’s perfect beti. You have such wonderful pretty legs. These shorts are perfect.
Me: Do you like my tee shirt too? I think it’s too tight.
We were both standing in the corner of the terrace very close to each other. His pot belly was almost touching my flat tummy. Being so close to him made me feel hot. I could feel my nipples tingling. I could feel the now familiar warm feeling building up between my legs. The gap between us slowly reducing, soon I could feel his pot belly touching my tummy.
Gupta: No they are perfect. Your chest looks so appealing and inviting in that tee shirt you are wearing. Love it.
Soon his chest touched my heaving breasts. His chest slowing pressing my boobs, his belly crushed against mine. I could feel his erection on my waist. Our faces close to each other, our lips just an inch away. Soon his quivering lips lightly touched mine.
Me: mmmmmmmmm uncle.
Soon the touch of our lips gradually changed into a torrid passionate kiss, our mouth open, our tongues playing with each other. His hands were cupping my big boobs, squeezing them like oranges. My hands were hugging Gupta ji tight. Our kisses getting were getting wetter and wetter. His one hand moved under my tee shirt, squeezing my left boob over my bra. His other hand moved to my ass, feeling my soft ass over my shorts. Soon he started moving his hips, humping hard on my pussy, dry humping me. I started doing the same, moving my pussy meeting his frantic thrusts. He was pushing me against the concrete water tank, I wrapped both my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. His humping got more frantic and before he realized in his over excitement he came in his pants. I quickly got off him, I saw his Bermuda had a huge wet stain.
Me: (laughing) uncle you better think of a good logical excuse when aunty sees you with that big wet spot on your pants. I am going now, see you tomorrow morning… (still laughing) Good Night my dear uncle……
To be continued.....
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