Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 69 – Bolt From The Blue

Pihu’s POV- Sometimes we get into such a situation in life where we are unable to understand what would be the right thing for us to do. We have to think carefully and take the right decision. I and my husband Bijan got into such a situation when we both went to his village. Bijan's father, that is, my father-in-law, had called Bijan and me together tomorrow to discuss something important. We reached home in the evening. My mother-in-law and father-in-law welcomed us. I greeted both of them. They blessed me. You already know that Bijan has an elder sister only. Bijan's sister is happily married and lives in her in-laws' house. About whom I had told in some previous part. And Bijan lives with me in the city in connection with his work. Therefore, Bijan's mother and father live in their ancestral house in the village. Bijan had tried a lot to take them to the city and live with us, but they did not agree at all. They said that they are village people. They were born in the village, brought up in the village and worked in the village. Now at this old age, they will not be able to live in the city. That is why Bijan was forced to agree with them. But still whenever we both get a holiday, we come to the village and spend two-four days with them. Bijan's family is very rich in the village. Bijan's father is an aristocratic, influential and respected person in his village. He has a lot of influence in the whole village. He has also been the head of the village panchayat a long time ago. That is why the people of the village respect him very much, but are also afraid of him. People mostly do not ignore him. In a way, whatever he says happens in this village. Ani's father, i.e. Bijan's uncle is the only brother of my father-in-law. He left his village at a young age to work outside. But he too, like my father-in-law, got married in his own village. After marriage, he went to Mumbai with his wife, i.e. Bijan's aunt. Ani was born and grew up there. But Ani's mother died due to cancer some 15-20 years ago. But Ani's father never remarried. He raised Ani alone. But now at an old age, he too could not live in Mumbai and has returned to his village. It has been many years since then. Since then he lives with my mother-in-law and father-in-law. The three of them live in the same house. Ani also comes to the village during holidays like us and meets his father. Even now in our village, the tradition of joint-family is prevalent in many families. Well, when we reached home in the evening, my father-in-law said to us, "You both wash your hands and feet and have some tiffin etc. Then we will sit and talk." Bijan's village is a small village. But unfortunately, there has not been much development here. Even today it seems that it is a scattered place. But Bijan's father and other people of the village always try to develop the village. There is electricity facility here, but the condition of phone network is very bad. It keeps coming and going. Internet service is far away. But the people here are not as complex as the people of the city, but are simple and good at heart. That is why they manage to survive well even with such less facilities. Most of the people here do farming. There are a few people like Bijan's uncle who go out and settle in the city. That is why when I come to the village, I do not get much facility. But still I like living here. Because I myself am a village girl. And I am very familiar with such an environment. That is why I do not have much problem living here. But yes, there should be some basic facilities too. Like even today, while bathing, the people here have to depend on tube well or well. There is a big well outside the village. The women of the village bathe there together in the noon. Although the men of the village do not go there then, but still I feel ashamed to bathe in the open. Bijan has made a bathroom in our house, but there is no water facility there. So, while bathing, I have to fetch water from the well in a bucket.

It was evening time, so I told Bijan, “I have to fetch water to wash my hands and feet. You come with me to the well to fetch water.” He told me, “You wait, I will fetch water.” Saying this, he himself took a bucket and went to fetch water from the well. I started waiting for him. After some time Bijan returned. He said, “I have washed my hands and feet there. You wash your hands and feet with this.” I felt like taking a bath then. After whatever that woman had done to me while coming in the bus, I had become even more hot. I felt like taking a bath. But I could not bathe with just one bucket of water. So I thought of going to the well myself and taking a bath. At first I thought of asking Bijan to come with me. But if I told him about bathing, he would ask me thousands of questions. So I decided not to tell him anything. I told him, “Bijan, you go and eat food. I will take some time.” He went inside the house without saying anything. It would take about 5 minutes to reach the well from our house. By then it was pitch dark all around. There was no light around me. But it was a full moon night. The round moon had already come out of the sky. The sky was completely clear, there were no clouds. So there was a faint light of moonlight all around. I decided to go to the well with the help of that light. I took a bucket and reached the well. First I thought that I would take a bucket of water and then go to the bathroom and take a bath. But when I reached the well, there was no one around there. The well was at the very end of the village. There was no other house after the well. After that people's fields and land started. So there was no possibility of anyone coming here at this time. So I thought why don't I take a bucket of water and sit here and take a bath instead of taking a bath in the bathroom. No one is going to come here at this time of the evening. So no one could see me taking a bath here. So I decided to bathe here. I had also brought soap with me from home. So I did not need to go home for that either. I became even more happy. And I started making arrangements to bathe sitting across the well. That old woman in the bus had made me very hot. I had already orgasmed once, but I was feeling very horny in my mind. I was waiting for the night, when I would get fucked by Bijan. As soon as the thought of getting fucked by Bijan came to my mind, I became even more hot. I bent forward and removed my panties from inside the saree and petticoat. I looked at it carefully in the moonlight. The stain of my pussy juice had dried in my panties already. I had to wash it. I took out water from the well and sat down to wash my panties. First I lifted my saree and petticoat from one side and tucked it in my waist. Then I bent down on the ground and started cleaning my panties very carefully. My chest had bent down near the waist. The fair thighs of mine on both sides had come out. And the saree and petticoat that I had tucked in the waist had come out completely. Due to bending, my beautiful, full boobs were almost completely out of the blouse. The nipples may not be visible, but what is visible is also not less. I was thinking in my mind that if someone sees me here in this condition, then he will be in a bad state.


After washing my panties, I went to the well again. Now I have to take a bath. But before that, I have to remove my bra. It was completely drenched in sweat. I opened all the buttons of my blouse one by one. Then I took off my blouse, put my hands behind my back and opened the hook of my bra. Then I took off my bra and wore the blouse back. Then I washed my bra thoroughly and kept it near my panties. Now it was time to take a bath. I took two buckets of water from the well and filled my bucket again. But if I applied soap properly on my hands, legs and face, my saree would get wet. I thought to myself, should I take off my saree? What if someone suddenly comes here? I got up again and looked around carefully, there was no one around the well. I returned to the well again. I thought to myself, surely no one will come here at this time. So, feeling some relief, I slowly started undressing my saree and then hung it on the high edge of the well in front. Then, I sat on the ground spreading my legs and pulled my petticoat up a little till my knees so that it doesn't get wet. Now I was wearing only a black petticoat and a yellow blouse. And, the top two buttons of my blouse were open. From where both my big boobs were peeping out very well. My petticoat was raised quite high up my thighs. First of all, I rubbed the soap in my hands and applied it well on my pussy between my legs. My pussy was a little slippery due to the juices coming out. I applied soap there and started rubbing it well with my hands. Thinking something, I slowly inserted a finger in my pussy. The inside of my pussy was very hot and slippery with the juices! Because of the juices and the foam of soap, my finger easily went into the dark, hot and slippery depths of my own pussy. After moving my finger in and out of my pussy several times, the juice started flowing in my pussy again. As soon as I felt the touch of juice on my finger, my body shivered again. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body. Those uncomfortable moments that happened to me a few hours ago in the bus started playing in my mind again. I closed my eyes and started imagining those incidents again. I started thinking that now that woman has inserted her finger in my pussy instead of me and she is fingering my pussy. Imagining this, I started fingering my own pussy again.


The moan that I couldn't manage on the bus finally came out of my throat, "Ummm... ohhh... aaaahh..." Then I remembered Bijan. Suddenly, I wanted him very close to me, in my naked arms. How nice it would be if he put his hard cock in my pussy and fucked me very lovingly and nicely. "Bijan... take me... please fuck me..." The moan came out of my throat automatically despite my inability to do so. To be honest, I moaned a little loudly. If someone was around, he would have heard my moans immediately and obviously. But despite my best efforts, I could not stop myself from moaning. This time, I kept my eyes closed and started fingering my pussy hard. My finger would go in once and come out the very next moment. Now I was imagining Bijan fucking my pussy well with his hard cock. "Fuck me... harder... fuck me harder… Bijan... fuck my pussy harder... I'm about to cum... I'm about to cum... ohhh...Bijan…ummm…" I screamed again. I was already horny, so it didn't take me long to cum. My whole body convulsed once again. I clutched my own hand with both my legs with all my strength. My finger was still inside my pussy. A strong stream of juices came out of my pussy and started soaking up to my wrist. I opened my eyes gasping. I slowly took my finger out of my pussy. As soon as I brought it near my nose, the pungent smell of my own pussy juices hit my nose. Without thinking, I put my finger in my mouth. The taste of my salty pussy juices hit my tongue. I licked and sucked the finger thoroughly and tasted my own pussy juices. Then I came to the reality with a jolt. By now it was too late. It would not be right to delay any more. I took water in a mug and washed my pussy thoroughly. Then I took soap in my hand and rubbed it all over my body. When I was rubbing soap on my body by bending forward a little, my buttocks were coming out of the petticoat a little. In between, the black thick nipple of my left boob was coming out. Meanwhile, my whole body was covered with soap. I was searching for the mug and bucket and humming a song in my mind. Finally, I found the mug. I washed my face first. I saw that my blouse was almost completely wet. I would not be able to walk through the village wearing this wet blouse. I looked up once. Yes, the saree was in the right place. I thought to myself, somehow I will wrap the saree properly around my body and go to the house, then I will wear a new blouse after going there. I slowly started opening the third button of the blouse. I tried to open the blouse by lifting it from both sides.


But as the saying goes, just like a tiger can sense the presence of its prey from a distance, women can also sense the presence of men in objectionable situations from a distance. Call it my sixth sense or something else, suddenly I felt as if someone was standing behind me. At one point, I even felt as if I could hear someone's footsteps, albeit faintly. My entire body got goosebumps in an instant. So was someone standing there watching me bathing? So since when was he watching all this? When I was fingering my own pussy? Or when I was squeezing out my own pussy juice with my eyes closed and enjoying the orgasm while moaning loudly taking Bijan's name? I don't know. I don't know anything. All I understand is that someone is standing there watching me bathing in a semi-nude, erotic state. As soon as I realized this, my heart stopped beating for a moment. I stood in my place for a while, I did not open my blouse completely. Suddenly I turned around, and saw a man staring at my almost half naked body with hungry, lustful eyes. Perhaps due to my innate femininity, I was not at all mistaken in understanding the lust hidden in his eyes even in the dense darkness. Due to the darkness, his body looked like a silhouette. His face was completely immersed in the dense darkness, so I could not recognize who this man was. But looking at his dark body, I felt that he must be a little old in age. I do not know how long that man was standing there enjoying this erotic scene, but I could understand very well from a distance that his condition was becoming pitiable with every passing moment. The man was trying his best to control himself, but somehow despite controlling his whole body, he was not able to control his breathing. His breathing was fast as well as immense. Seeing a beautiful and sexy woman like me half naked in front of his eyes, that man is panting like any other man. I can very well understand how intense the lust must have been aroused in that man when he started seeing me half naked, sitting alone here and bathing. And because I understood this, I started feeling scared. At this moment, both I and that man are completely alone in this place. My house is five minutes away from here. Even if I scream, no one will hear my voice. If this man does something bad to me in this condition, I will not be able to do anything. I do not even have the strength to stop him. I became even more scared after realizing this. The top two buttons of my blouse are vast open. There is no bra inside. Both my boobs and dark nipples are clearly visible from inside the wet blouse. And my hairless smooth pussy is also clearly visible from inside my petticoat. Perhaps for the first time in his life, that man had seen a sexy woman like me so closely with her big white boobs and hairless tight pussy. This time, the man could not control himself. Losing his control, the man started rubbing his cock over his worn pajama. I was shocked to see his courage. I started calling God in my mind. I don't think anyone can save me from this situation today. "Oh God, what a big mistake I have made myself! Please save me." I prayed to God in my mind. I quickly started buttoning my blouse again and tried to pull the petticoat down below the knees. But the man neither came towards me nor spoke a word to me. Without standing there for even a moment, the man slowly walked towards the village.


I tried hard, but couldn't see his face. From behind, I could only see a small glimpse of his red shirt. By then, I had forgotten about bathing. I had bathed a lot, and it would not be right to take any risk now. This man is a very nice person, so even after finding a sexy woman like me near him, half naked and alone in a sensual situation, he left without saying or doing anything. My throat became dry thinking what he would have done to me if it was someone else in his place. I somehow washed the soap off my body and stood up. My chest was still pounding with fear. I kept looking back again and again to see if the man was coming back to me or not. But even after waiting for a while, I saw that he did not come back. Now I felt a little relieved. Still, I stood there for some more time and kept trying to calm myself. It would not be right to show my fear and excitement on my face. It would not be right to tell anyone about this incident either. Not to Bijan at least. If Bijan finds out, his mother will find out. Bijan's father will also find out from them. Then my shame will know no bounds. Despite being a village daughter-in-law, I was bathing naked in the open and fingering myself. Yuck, yuck!!! How shameful I am! What have I done!!! I told myself that whatever happened was my fault. This is not a city, it is a village. People here are not as modern as city dwellers. Their thinking is also not as open as city dwellers. I should not have opened my saree or blouse like this. Is this the fault of men? Women should control themselves a little. After cursing myself for a while for my own stupid action, I decided in my mind that no matter what happens, I will not let anyone know about this incident. And the man who saw me probably will never tell anyone. This is a good thing. No one will know anything about this. I wrapped my saree tightly over my wet blouse and petticoat. Then I took my bra and panties in my hand and started walking towards home. As I approached the house, I saw Bijan standing there. Seeing me coming, he said, "Pihu, where were you for so long time? Mummy was looking for you for a long time to feed you? Papa is waiting for us. Uncle also came home a while ago. Where were you?" I kept my restlessness to myself and said, making my voice as calm and normal as possible, "Where else will I go? I was feeling very hot, so I have come after taking a bath from the well." Bijan said, "Okay, wear the saree and have your food. Papa has been waiting to talk to us for a long time. Go." I entered the house without saying anything to him. Then I wore my new saree, petticoat and blouse and went to the kitchen and had food with my mother-in-law. When I am in the village, I do not wear a maxi. I usually wear a saree. I wear bra and panties inside properly and carefully. I never wanted to expose my body in front of my in-laws and uncle, and after the incident near the well this evening, I definitely don’t want to do that.


After having dinner, Bijan and I went to my father-in-law's room together. Uncle was already present there. I greeted uncle and said, "How are you uncle? How is your health?" He first blessed me and then said with a smile, "My health is absolutely fine, bouma (daughter-in-law). How are you?" I said smiling, "Yes, I am also fine." Then my father-in-law showed me two empty chairs in the room and said, "Bouma, sit down now. I have to talk to both of you about something important." The atmosphere of the room became serious in a moment. Bijan and I quickly sat on one chair each. As soon as we sat, my father-in-law suddenly asked us, "When did you guys meet Ani for the last time?" Both Bijan and I were stunned for a moment by this sudden question of him. We looked at each other once with pale face without saying anything. This question of my father-in-law scared me once again. This time the reason for my fear was new and different. Why did my father-in-law suddenly call both of us in such an urgent situation? And now he is suddenly asking us about Ani? Seeing us silent, he said again, “What happened? Have you both get your tongue by a cat? Huh?? Or did you both not hear my question? When did you both meet Ani for the last time?” Hearing the heavy and serious voice of father-in-law, Bijan also got scared along with me. He somehow stuttered and said, “Wh… why father? What happened?” “Answer the question I have asked. Do not ask questions in return for questions.” Bijan looked at me again in fear and then said to his father, “Yes, six or eight months ago. He came to the city for his work and stayed at our house for a night. Then he left.” Father-in-law now asked, “And when was the last time you both spoke to him on the phone?” Now instead of Bijan, I spoke, “About one and a half or two months ago. He was very busy with his new project. So neither did he call us nor did we call him. But tell us what is the matter, father.” After listening to me, my father-in-law looked at uncle once and then turned towards me and said, “I know that Ani shares a good relationship with both of you. He often visits the city. And whenever he comes to the city, he stays with you. Isn’t it?” I said in as calm a voice as possible, “Yes, father. Ani stays with us. He doesn’t have any close relatives in the city except us, so he stays with us. And we also like staying with him.” Now father-in-law stopped me and said, “If that is the case, then why is he hiding in a cheap hotel instead of staying in your house for the last 15 days?” I don’t know about Bijan, but I found father-in-law’s words a bit strange. And I got to know this for the first time. Whenever Ani comes to the city, he informs Bijan or me in advance. He spends a day or two with us and then returns to Mumbai. We also know that since uncle now lives in the village and not in Mumbai, Ani now stays alone in Mumbai. And keeps coming and going to our city. But that he has been hiding in a cheap hotel for the last 15 days, I also got to know this for the first time today. Bijan was also surprised like me on hearing this. He looked at me once again and I looked at him. Then I said to my father-in-law, “But why would he do this? And how do you know that he is not in Mumbai right now but is staying in a cheap hotel in our city? And you just said that he is hiding? But why? From whom is he hiding?” “From me only” Father-in-law growled in his heavy voice. Bijan said, “From you? But why?” Father-in-law once again looked at uncle and said, “Because I have arranged his marriage. And he wants to avoid that. And that is why he is doing such nonsense and childish acts.” We did not understand a single word of what he said. Both of us once again looked at each other with surprised eyes. (Contd.)

 

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