Adultery NEMESIS

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Part 25 – Pihu's Neighborly Duties

Pihu’s POV- Sometimes I wonder if whatever happens to me was already written in my fate or am I myself responsible for it. In the last two years, I have had sex with many people other than my husband Bijan. But many of these incidents happened against my will. But the situation at that time was such that I had to get involved in it even though I did not want to. Like the incident in the bus. I had to get fucked by three unknown people even though I did not agree to it. The incident that I am going to tell you about today is also quite interesting. But the situation at that time was such that I had to agree to it even though I did not want to. Later, when I told Bijan about this incident, he was also quite surprised to hear it. At the same time, he was very happy with me that how I got fucked by other people without telling him. But how could I explain to him that I had no desire in this, whatever happened, it happened due to the influence of the situation. Yes, I agree that in the end I myself became weak. But not at all like before. Anyway, let's come straight to the story. An old couple lived in the other flat of the same apartment where we live. Mihir Uncle and his wife. They had an only daughter who was married in South India. She lived there with her husband and family. She often wanted to take her mother and father with her to South India. But Mihir Uncle and his wife did not want to leave this city under any circumstances. And there had been many arguments between them and their daughter regarding this. But they were not ready to leave their house and live with their daughter. Anyway, Mihir Uncle's wife was ill. And one day she passed away. After getting the news, Mihir Uncle's daughter Rekha came from South India with her husband to perform the last rites of her mother. After the shraddha rituals (a ceremony performed to honor deceased parents or other relatives) were over, Rekha talked about taking her father with her. But Mihir Uncle was very stubborn. He did not agree in any way. He was around 70 years old. And he was also very thin. When Mihir uncle did not agree despite Rekha's repeated requests, Rekha came to me and Bijan. It had been almost three years since we had shifted here. And Mihir uncle's flat was right in front of our flat. And due to this, Mihir uncle and his wife had developed a good relationship with us. Rekha was a few years older than me. Still Mihir uncle and his wife treated me like their own daughter and loved me and Bijan a lot. I had already started visiting their house. I used to go there many times and chat with Mihir uncle and his wife. Both of them were very cheerful and kind hearted people. So after mother's death, Rekha directly came to me and said, "Pihu, you know, after mother's death, I don't feel like leaving father alone here in this city. Only a few of our relatives live here. But to be honest, I don't trust them much. I trust only you, Pihu. I know that mother and father see you as their own daughter and love you too. And you also see them as your mother and father, and you have taken great care of mother during her illness. That's why I am grateful to you." I said to Rekha, “Don't say this, Rekha. We are neighbors. And in my eyes, there is no religion greater than the religion of neighborhood. I have been following this very religion of neighborhood till now. And I will continue to do so in future too. I can understand your concern. It is justified for you to worry about your father. But think about him too once. He has been living in this city for many years. He has people he knows here, he has his own friends. And the most important thing is that his wife has died in this house recently. It is natural for him to be attached to this house. Because this house must have millions of memories related to him and his wife. And giving up all those memories at once and living in another new city would have proved difficult for him as per his age. Think about this too, Rekha.” Rekha was even more worried after hearing me. She said, “I agree with you Pihu, but I don't feel like leaving him alone like this. I am not able to understand what to do.” I explained to her, “Look Rekha, listen to me. Let him stay here. Don't worry about him. I am here to take care of him. Bijan is also here. If something happens, we both will take care of him. And we will also understand him, so that next time he can go to South India with you. Till then trust us and let him stay here.” Hearing me, Rekha said, “Okay. Trusting you, this time I am leaving him here. But next time I will definitely take him with me. Please explain this to him. And please take care of my father, Pihu.” I assured her, “Don't worry, I will take good care of Mihir uncle.” Rekha left. Mihir uncle stayed there. I used to go to his house every day and talk to him. He had a cook, but sometimes I would make tea and snacks for him. Mihir uncle had some friends. They were of his age and would often sit together in the evening and talk. They knew me. I knew them too. Days kept passing like this.

The day I am talking about here was an afternoon in July. It had been raining heavily since morning. Along with that, there was a storm-like wind blowing all around. Bijan somehow left for his office, while I was alone at home. It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon, but it was dark like evening all around. And the rain was also increasing every moment. As the rain increased, the problem of waterlogging in the lower areas started emerging as usual. The water was rising very fast in our area too. There were many small houses around our building, and there was a danger of them getting flooded too. Many people from those areas started taking shelter in our apartment fearing that the water level might rise further. Due to which an atmosphere of panic was created. Many people had gathered below our apartment too. Some families living on the lower floors gave shelter to many women and children present in the crowd. I once called Bijan at his office. He told me not to panic and said that he was absolutely fine. He will return home after the rain subsides in the evening. I felt a little relieved to hear this. I was standing in our balcony and looking outside. The ground floor of our apartment was completely submerged in water. People were wandering here and there. Suddenly I saw Mihir uncle below. He had five of his friends with him. They were returning from somewhere with the help of umbrellas. But due to the rain and the pressure of the wind, their umbrellas were shaking here and there, and due to this they were very wet. I was worried about them, especially Mihir uncle. If he get wet like this in this weather, he can easily catch cold. I did not know that Mihir uncle had come out of the house even in this bad weather. I saw that they were entering the apartment. I always keep a duplicate key of his house with me. I immediately opened his flat with it and started waiting for them. In a short while, six people came. I asked Mihir uncle, “Uncle, where did you go in this weather?” He said, “We went out to eat for a while, daughter.” I was stunned to hear him say, “You went out to eat in this bad weather?! But why? If you had told me, I would have cooked food for you myself. Why didn’t you tell me?” While I was talking like this, one of Mihir uncle’s friends, Rabin uncle said to me, “Pihu, daughter, don’t talk now. We are all completely drenched. Firstly let us change our clothes. Then we will talk.” I saw that they were really completely drenched. I immediately took them inside the house and gave towels and dry clothes to everyone. They wiped their bodies with towels and wore dry clothes. They were still shivering even after drying their bodies. But Mihir uncle was in the worst condition among them. He was shivering badly. So I told him, “Uncle, you go to the bedroom and sleep under a blanket. I will make hot tea for you all.” On my request, Mihir Uncle went to his bedroom and laid on the bed covered with a blanket. But the others (Rabin Uncle, Ujjwal Uncle, Tapan Uncle, Shyam Uncle and Ravi Uncle) were worried about Mihir Uncle's condition worsening due to cold and shivering, and at the same time they were also worried about their family and grandchildren and were calling their family members repeatedly. Mihir Uncle was now resting in his bedroom and Rabin Uncle and Shyam Uncle were rubbing his palms to make him a little comfortable and warm him up. I gave a cup of tea to all of them but even after drinking tea, there was no improvement in their condition, especially Mihir Uncle was still shivering badly. I was standing near his bed while Rabin Uncle and Shyam Uncle were sitting on the bed on both sides of Mihir Uncle and Tapan Uncle and Ujjwal Uncle were resting in the living room. Tapan uncle was also shivering but it was not as bad as Mihir uncle's.

“Should we call a doctor?” Shyam uncle asked Rabin uncle. “But will anyone be able to come here in this weather?” said Rabin uncle. “We have to try, right?” said Shyam uncle. Shaking his head, Rabin uncle went out to call his personal doctor’s number. In the meantime, I took Rabin uncle’s place and started rubbing Mihir uncle’s palms. I felt that his body temperature was falling rapidly and his shivering was increasing. I decided to transfer my body heat to him by rubbing his chest and hands. I told Shyam uncle, “Uncle, Mihir uncle’s body temperature is falling. We have to give him warmth.” Shyam uncle asked me, “That’s fine, but how?” I said, “You keep rubbing his palms. I will rub his chest and hands. There is no other option at this time. We have to try this.” Shyam Uncle agreed and started rubbing Mihir Uncle's palms vigorously. I started rubbing his chest and hands. Mihir Uncle was a man of about 70 years and I was just trying to help him, but the truth was that he was an old man and I was a woman. I had my limits which were difficult for me to cross at that time. But still I tried to help him as much as I could. I was rubbing his chest and hands like a professional but it seemed that Mihir Uncle was not getting any relief and was trying to get more. I continued rubbing his hands and chest. But it was not a good feeling for me at all because Mihir Uncle's chest was wrinkled and hairy. His skin was also rough. But somehow I continued rubbing.

Just then Rabin Uncle came back to the room and said, “No. No one will come here in this weather.” Rabin Uncle said, “I will try again later. Can you please continue Pihu?” he asked me. I stood near the bed and continued rubbing and massaging Mihir Uncle’s body. When Shyam Uncle left for a while, Mihir Uncle moved a little inside the bed and gave me some space to sit properly next to him. Rabin Uncle advised Mihir Uncle to remove his vest as it was making it a little difficult for me to rub his chest. I helped him remove it and sat next to him on the bed. Mihir Uncle was trying to cover himself under the blanket so I also had to move myself a little closer so that I could continue massaging him. Shyam Uncle told Rabin uncle, “But Mihir’s body temperature is slowly dropping. This can be dangerous for him. Right?” Rabin Uncle said, “Absolutely.” I then asked him, “So what do we do now?” Rabin Uncle looked at me and said, “I have found out everything from the doctor. You don’t worry.” I asked him, “What did the doctor say?” He told, “The doctor said that we will have to give Mihir body heat. This will gradually bring his body temperature back to normal in a short while.” I said, “What is this body heat?” Shyam and Rabin Uncle clearly hesitated when I asked. I said, “Hey, what does this body heat mean? We will have to arrange for it immediately.” After I insisted, Rabin and Shyam Uncle looked at each other once and then Shyam Uncle said, “It means, one of us will have to give his body heat to Mihir.” I immediately said, “Yes, what is the problem in this? And what are you thinking? One of you please give him your body heat." Then Rabin uncle said, "Look, Pihu daughter, we are all wet just like Mihir. And we are also shivering a little due to cold. There is not enough heat in our bodies to be of any use to him." I asked in surprise, "So what should we do now?" Shyam uncle said with some hesitation, "There is a solution." I said, "Tell me quickly uncle." Shyam uncle said, "You are the youngest among us. And you are completely dry. If you give Mihir your body heat, he will get well soon." “Okay, I will give him right now...” I stopped in the middle of speaking. Suddenly I understood the real meaning of his words. And I understood the meaning of giving physical heat. How can I, being a woman, give my body heat to a man? Seeing me silent, Shyam Uncle said again, “Your hesitation is justified, Pihu daughter. We understand this too. But trust us, now this is the only way to fix Mihir. And you will have to do this.” I said, “But how can I give him..? I am a woman and he is a man. You understand, right?” Rabin Uncle came to me and said, "You are right Pihu. But understand that he is an old man. And you are his well-wisher. Right now we have no other option. We have to try this." Shyam Uncle said, "Yes daughter, now everything is up to you." I was not able to decide what to do. I did not want to do this at all. But there was really no other way. After thinking for a while I said, "Okay. I agree. But I request both of you that please no one else should know about this." Rabin Uncle said, "No one will know, Pihu. Don't delay. Lie down on the bed next to Mihir." Shyam Uncle locked the bedroom door from inside by then. I lay down on the bed under the blanket next to Mihir Uncle with some hesitation. I did not realize how close my body was to Mihir Uncle's body now. Mihir Uncle was trying to rub his legs against mine, all while being under the blanket. I consoled myself by saying that he was just trying to extract some heat from my body, but it was tickling me a lot. It seemed that Mihir Uncle also sensed my uneasiness. He pulled me closer to him under the blanket, while his hand was caressing my buttocks a little. At first I thought it must have happened by mistake. But when his hand started caressing my ass very lovingly, I realized that the color of the game has completely changed because by then I had understood his action very well. Somehow I did not react and continued massaging him, while he was tickling my legs. I was wearing a sleeveless maxi and it exposed my smooth arms and armpits. And as usual I was not wearing a bra inside, although I was wearing panty. The fact that we were both covered under the blanket encouraged Mihir uncle to make some moves; I extended my hand and started massaging his bare arm. Mihir uncle liked it very much and he took advantage of this opportunity to pull me even closer and ran his hands over my back. He was silently pulling me up, while tickling my legs was making my resistance decrease very fast. I realized that I was getting weak, but I could not stop myself and kept going with the flow. To be honest, till then I was not able to understand properly that Mihir uncle was taking advantage of the situation and doing such things with me. But when I was completely convinced that he was doing all this on purpose, it was too late. I had already got carried away by the flow of the situation. Now I was enjoying every single move of his. I had forgotten that this person is Mihir Uncle, whom I look upon as my father, and he also treats me like his daughter. You may call me a slut or something else, but the truth is that I had started enjoying his actions by then.

Mihir Uncle realized that he had caught a fish. The scene quickly changed as now he was rubbing my body and not me his. And when Rabin Uncle also came out of the room, he actually pulled me on top of him and started feeling me up completely. I did not react or flinch even though his face was a few inches away from my body. I could feel his heavy breathing and soon I realized that his hands were moving around my ass and massaging it. The chill had gone away long ago and he was having probably the best time of his life with me. But the fear came when he pulled my maxi up my thighs and started trying to kiss me, when suddenly Rabin Uncle came back in. He did not realize at all as I had buried my face in Mihir Uncle's chest to somehow control my moans. But what shocked me more was that instead of making me lie down under the blanket, Mihir uncle removed the blanket and exposed both of us in a compromising position. I was completely embarrassed when Rabin and Shyam uncle realized what was happening underneath the blanket. I was lying on Mihir uncle's body with my own maxi pulled up above my waist and his hands were fondling my ass freely. I could do nothing but slide my maxi down and get up immediately. For a long minute, no one spoke a word while I adjusted myself and stood near the bed, head bent down and unable to face anyone. The deadlock was finally broken by Shyam uncle when he moved forward and planted a kiss on my open arm and said, "What happened Pihu, why did you get up from the bed? Go, go to Mihir and give him the warmth of your body." Saying this, he laughed a little. I saw Rabin uncle also started laughing. I was even more surprised when Mihir Uncle said laughingly, "Hey Pihu, I was enjoying it. Why did you get up?" By then I had come to know completely that this was their plan to make me do all this. I somehow said, "Please, I can't do this anymore. I am leaving from here." Hearing me, Rabin Uncle came to me and suddenly extended his hand and grabbed my pussy in his fist from above my panty and said, "Okay? So why is your pussy so wet, Pihu? Now accept it, you were also enjoying all this, right? That's why your pussy has become a little wet." I had no answer to give them. They were speaking the truth. I had gone astray. Now the whole thing had gone out of my hands. Then Shyam Uncle said, “Look Pihu, we are old. We won’t be able to have fun for long. If you agree, it will be easier for us. We love you, we won’t force you. We will have fun only if you want to.” I didn’t say anything and just stood there with my head bowed down. If I wanted, I could have easily left that room that day. But I didn’t feel like leaving. So I stood there. After this Shyam Uncle kissed me several times, covering my arm and coming closer to my neck.

I couldn’t react and closed my eyes, because I was being kissed by a 70 year old man in front of some other strangers in someone else’s bedroom. But before I could do anything to stop it, he started caressing my body. Except for Mihir Uncle, everyone quickly got into action as I was being caressed by hands that were definitely more than 30 years older than me. I kept my eyes closed for some more time so that they could touch my body completely. The men knew that this was not a normal thing to do, but they were not very comfortable either. They avoided touching my boobs directly, but were enjoying my arms, waist, ass and other parts of my body. When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by men and all of them looked eager. It was not just lust, but also desperation. This was a chance of a lifetime for them and they all knew it. But at the same time, their middle class mindset was stopping them. I understood their dilemma and decided to leave it to them. “Young lady, we are not so lucky to experience the shivers at the right time. But if you can massage us, we will be grateful”, Ravi Uncle said. I was happy that he put me forward instead of shamelessly proposing. I nodded in agreement. I knew that it would not be difficult considering their age. They were all almost 70 years while two of them were even above 70. I was wondering if they would even be able to penetrate me, I thought they would be more than happy with just gentle intercourse. But there was no lack of energy as Tapan Uncle kept going with his progress. He was probably the oldest and the skinniest man but equally horny. He lay down on the other side of the bed and asked me to lie down next to him.

So now I lay down on the bed between Mihir Uncle and Tapan Uncle. Tapan Uncle quickly came to me and started feeling my body with his hands. He also started rubbing his legs with mine. He brought his face close to mine and started looking into my eyes. I was feeling shy to face him and I closed my eyes. He seemed very excited and after caressing my waist and buttocks for a few moments, he moved his hands towards my boobs. Suddenly my maxi started lifting up as Mihir Uncle could not stop himself and was holding me from the other side. He lifted my maxi up to my shoulders which made my whole upper body fully naked as I didn’t wear my bra as usual. I was left in only my panty to cover my modesty and my whole back was exposed in front of Mihir Uncle and while my boobs were fully exposed in front of Tapan Uncle. Mihir uncle started caressing my back with his rough fingers and Tapan uncle pressed my boobs gently. I was definitely getting hornier by the minute and taking advantage of the opportunity, Tapan uncle removed my maxi completely. He came close to me and placed his lips on my exposed boobs. I shuddered at the thought of a 75-year-old man kissing my boobs in another man's bedroom. Seeing me kissing, Mihir uncle also started kissing me back. What a sight it was! Two elderly men, surely of my grandfather's age, were kissing and licking me. My body gave up the last shred of resistance as I finally forgot everything and hugged Tapan uncle tightly in front of everyone in that room. He quickly made me lie on my back on the bed and climbed on top of me. It seemed like he wanted me all for himself. He did not stop me even once and kept doing as he wanted. Mihir uncle was a bit upset because he was forced to stop but he did not react strongly. He joined Rabin uncle and other spectators who were equally excited and were watching me with their eyes. Rabin uncle even had his hand inside his pant.

Tapan Uncle continued kissing my soft and delicate lips and then started licking my face with his tongue. I have been fucked by some men other than my husband Bijan in the last two years, but a 75 year old elderly man was licking my face with such passion and lust, I had never experienced this from Bijan or any other man before that day. As soon as I felt his hot and wet tongue on my face, a wave of lust broke inside me. I had no strength left to stop myself in any way. And I too kept drowning in the wave of my lust. Till then Tapan Uncle was kissing my neck and protruding boobs and was also biting them lightly with his teeth. He kept pressing my completely exposed boobs and kept licking them at the same time. I was shivering at the touch of his tongue and teeth at same time on my tits and was moaning softly in between, but Tapan Uncle soon lost his composure. He couldn’t hold himself any longer and collapsed on my body exhausted, though his face clearly told me he wanted more. And I, who doesn’t like to disappoint men, couldn’t disappoint him, the same man who had set my body on fire just a few minutes ago, opening up a whole different potential orgasm for me. I removed his vest and trousers and climbed on top of him. He was wearing only his boxers. I kissed his face and chest and started moving downwards. I tried kissing and licking his entire body. He looked aroused, but his cock was still quite flaccid. I realized that his cock won’t get erect any time soon and moved towards his face. I kissed his lips and rubbed his face on my chest and let him play with my boobs. He did not understand and squeezed my boobs hard but soon stopped. He seemed completely spared and I did not want to empty him, so I stopped too. But Mihir Uncle quickly grabbed me by the waist and laid me down on the bed again. I too started kissing his lips and made him taste my saliva. He went down and squeezed my boobs hard. He was exuding confidence like a young husband loving his newly wed wife. I was finding it difficult to understand everything but I did not resist even once. And it seemed that this was encouraging them all. Mihir Uncle too continued licking, kissing and biting my upper part and soon my lower part too. He was rubbing my thighs and buttocks and was really excited. And the rest of the audience was watching this with complete lust from a distance of only a feet away and it was really making me uncomfortable at times. Mihir Uncle sensed my discomfort but suggested an even more erotic solution. He looked at his friends and said, “Why don’t you all enjoy it together? I am sure it will be very difficult for her to control herself for so long and take turns. Don’t you think it all?” I could not understand their actions. And my lack of resistance was taken as an unspoken consent and Mihir Uncle signaled all of them to join him. I did not resist even then, mainly due to the fact that I felt it would be over quickly. Another thing that surprised me was their age; I was not expecting them to last too long like Tapan Uncle. But my thoughts were soon over as Ravi Uncle and Ujjwal Uncle pounced on me almost immediately while Shyam Uncle and Rabin Uncle remained passive. They both seemed really horny and were grabbing whatever part of my body they could get their hands on. I must have been kissed, licked and bitten several times all over my body in those few minutes of animalistic lust before they came together and sat down. Just like outside, a storm had arisen in that room by then. A storm of sex. And the storm swept me away along with those old lusty people. (Contd.)

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