Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 75 – Golden Memories Of The Past

Pihu’s POV- There is definitely some secret in all of our lives. And we want to keep that secret buried within us for the rest of our lives by never telling anyone. But somehow that deep secret of ours which has been buried within us for a long time, suddenly one day that secret is finally revealed in front of someone else. Something similar happened with Gita Aunty. She revealed some deep and dark secrets of her life in front of me. In the previous part of our story, you have read how Gita Aunty was talking to me about herself and her dead husband. And there she had mentioned a woman named Snigdha. When I asked her, she told me that Snigdha was actually her teacher of lesbian education. As soon as I heard the name of Snigdha from her mouth, I became curious to know more about her. I said to Gita aunty, “Aunty, please tell me more details about her. How did you meet her for the first time? And how did she teach you about lesbianism etc. I am curious to know all these stories.” Seeing my eagerness aunty laughed. She said, “This means you are interested in listening to my stories. But let me tell you that this is not a story of my own making. This is the story of my life, which I am just narrating you. I have not told this to anyone else before today except you. I have two reasons to tell you all this. Firstly you are the daughter-in-law of my most sought after friend. And the second most important thing is that I like you. Not because you remained silent even after my dirty acts in the bus, but even after knowing everything about me you came to meet me, came to talk to me and sat for so long and listened to every word I said. That is why I am telling you all this.” I said, "Thank you aunty for trusting me and sharing some things about your life with me. But you tell me about Snigdha." Gita aunty said, "I will tell you. I will definitely tell you. But not here. First you come with me to my bedroom, we will sit there and talk." I immediately understood why Gita aunty was taking me to her bedroom. But to tell the truth, I did not mind it at all. Because I had become very hot after listening to Gita aunty's story till now. And my pussy had released so much juice that my panties were almost completely wet. And when Gita aunty has already done all that with me yesterday, what is the use of feeling shy in front of her now? So I immediately agreed to go with her to her bedroom. I told her, "Come aunty, let's go to your bedroom." Aunty became happy and took me to her bedroom. Her bedroom was quite big. There was a big size bed in the middle of the room. I went to sit on the bed but Gita aunty stopped me before I could do that. While closing the bedroom door from inside, she said to me, “Pihu, why don’t we take off our sarees and sit. Because I am feeling a little hot. Don’t you feel so?” I knew the reason for her talking like this. But still I pretended to be innocent in front of her and said, “Yes aunty, you are right. It is feeling too hot today. I am already drenched in sweat. It is better that we take off our sarees and sit comfortably. And anyway, there is no one else in your house except us two. So no one will be able to see us in this condition.” Hearing my words, aunty became even more happy. She said, “You are right. So let’s do something. Instead of taking off our sarees, we will take off each other’s sarees. What do you say?” I again pretended to be shy in front of her and said, “That is fine. But I am feeling shy.” Hearing me, aunty said to me, "Hey Pihu, why are you feeling shy of me? Whatever was to happen in the bus yesterday has already happened. Now you don't need to feel shy in front of me." Saying this, she paused for a while and then said, "And anyway, I couldn't see you properly yesterday. Today, let me see you properly." I again said hesitantly, "Okay, aunty, I won't stop you. Do whatever you want to do." Hearing me, aunty came forward and pulled my saree lapel. The lapel fell off my chest and came on the ground. And my boobs tied by blouse and bra came in front of her. She started looking at my chest for some time. I was really feeling shy now. I have been naked in front of my friend Sangeeta before, but Gita aunty was different. Firstly, she was my mother-in-law's friend and secondly, she was about 30 years older than me. I had never taken off my clothes in front of any woman of this age before. That's why I was really feeling shy before her.

But all this did not make any difference to Gita Aunty. After slowly removing my saree, she started opening the buttons of my blouse one by one. My breathing became faster. The touch of her hands started creating a tingling sensation in my body. Somehow I said panting, “Aunty, you only talked about removing the saree…” Aunty looked at me and smiled and said, “You have become very hot after listening to my stories, so I am doing this to give you some relief. Please, do not stop me.” I did not say anything else. Aunty opened all the buttons of my blouse and slowly removed my blouse from my body. Now I was standing in front of her in my bra and petticoat. Aunty slowly placed one of her hands on my bra and gently but very lovingly pressed one of my boobs from above the bra. Inadvertently a sound like “ummm…” came out of my mouth, hearing which aunty became even more excited. Now she held both my boobs in her hands and started pressing them. After pressing my boobs for some time over the bra, she left them. But by then my condition had worsened. I could feel my own pussy juice oozing on my thighs. As soon as aunty left my boobs, I removed both her saree and blouse. Aunty was wearing a normal white cotton bra. But still I felt that her boobs must be a little bigger than mine. Maybe 36 size. I had not touched her boobs before. I had just removed the blouse she was wearing. But aunty said, “Pihu, I pressed your boobs. But won’t you press my boobs?” I kept my hand on her bra and started pressing her boobs over the bra. Her boobs were quite soft even at this age. But due to age, they had started hanging a little in the front. Because of tying it with a bra, it was bulging even further. Like her, I also kept caressing her boobs lovingly for some time. Then aunty said, "Come, now sit down and listen to the story quietly." Saying this, she held me and made me sit on the bed facing her. And while caressing one of my boobs slowly, she started telling me her story. “I have told you that after my husband passed away, I got my son admitted in a big college in the city. I had no shortage of money. On one hand, I used to get a huge profit every month from my husband's business. And on the other hand, my parents were also very rich. I used to get financial help from them too. That is why I was neither worried about money then nor now. My mother-in-law and father-in-law could not bear the shock of my husband's sudden death. Within a year, both of them also passed away in the grief of their son. I was left alone in the house. This house used to haunt me when I was alone. All the memories related to my husband used to haunt me when I was alone. And on top of that, I had the sex bug inside me. All this together started becoming a challenge for me to live and spend time alone in this house. That is why I thought of getting my son admitted in the biggest college in the city. And I did get it done. It took us about 45 minutes to reach the college from here by bus. Every morning I used to go to college with my son. After getting my son ready, I used to take him to college with me. I used to spend the whole day roaming around and then after college got over in the afternoon, I used to return home with my son by bus. This used to occupy a lot of my time and I did not feel lonely. Yes, I did have the sorrow of being alone, but I had somehow stopped feeling it myself. After dropping my son to college, I used to roam around the streets of the city alone. Sometimes I used to go to watch a movie in the afternoon. Time started passing well. But I used to miss my husband all the time. Anyway, three-four months passed like this. Many other women like me used to come to drop their son or daughter to college. I also got acquainted with some of those women. After dropping our children to college, we all used to sit in a park and talk. Most of them were residents of that city itself. Many women used to invite each other to their homes. I don't know whether they used to visit each other's homes or not, but I never used to go to anyone's home. One of those women was Snigdha. I met and got introduced to her there only. She too, like the other women, used to come to drop her daughter to college. During our conversation, she told me that her husband works in Navy. He comes home only once or twice a year. Her mother-in-law and father-in-law had passed away a few years ago. And she lives alone in her house with her daughter. After knowing about me, she expressed her grief and sympathy to me. Slowly we became good friends. One day she said to me, 'Gita, I have invited you to my house so many times, but you never came. Why so?' I laughed and said to her, 'There is nothing like that, Snigdha. Actually, I don't like going to other people's homes, that's why I don't go.' She probably felt sad after hearing me. With disappointment on her face she said, ‘This means you think of me as a stranger and not your own. That is why you never come to my house.’ I said, ‘There is nothing like that, Snigdha. One day I will definitely go to your house.’ Hearing my words she said to me, ‘Why one day? Why not today? I don’t want to listen to anything, you will have to come with me to my house today.’ I said, ‘Don’t act childish, Snigdha. I told you I will definitely go one day. But not today.’ But she did not listen to a single word of mine that day. She repeatedly started telling me to go to her house.” After saying this aunty became quiet. I said, “Then? Then what happened? You went to her house?”


Aunty paused and said, “Yes I went to her house. I had to go. She had told me so many times that I did not feel like refusing her. But even today I do not understand whether the decision of going to her house that day was right or wrong for me.” I said, “Why are you saying this?” Aunty said, “Listen to my story further, you will understand on your own. Anyway, coming back to the story. I went to Snigdha's house with her. Her house was about 20 minutes away from the college. We went to her house by auto. Her house was located in a very rich, somber and posh area of the city. And it was her own house. Where she lived almost alone with her daughter. After reaching home, she gave me a maxi to wear. It was a very hot day. I took off my saree and wore that maxi without saying anything. But I had not taken off my bra or panties. I saw that Snigdha had also taken off her saree and wore a maxi like me. But she had also taken off her bra and panties. I could clearly see her big boobs from inside the thin cotton maxi. I had never thought that even being a woman myself, I would feel a new sensation in my body by seeing another woman. But it happened in my body. Seeing her in that condition, I started getting hot. And I started feeling my pussy burning with excitement. I felt the same old sensation feeling that I feel when I am bitten by the sex bug inside me. I started getting scared in my mind. What is happening to me suddenly? And why is this happening to me right now? But Snigdha was behaving absolutely normal with me. We both sat on her bed and started talking like we are doing today. While talking, suddenly Snigdha said to me, 'Gita, will you play a game?' I said, 'What kind of game?' She said, 'You will keep your eyes closed. And I will write a word on your arm with my finger, you will have to understand it and tell me.' I did not want to play any game. But to avoid getting bitten by the sex bug inside me, I agreed to play this childish game." Aunty became silent again. I said, "Then? Then what happened?" Aunty said laughing, "I will tell the rest of the story after your petticoat is removed." Saying this, she untied the string of my petticoat and pulled it off from my body. I helped her in removing my petticoat. Now I removed the petticoat she was wearing too. Now both of us were sitting facing each other in our bra and panties. Aunty now placed one of her fingers on my pussy from above my panties. My pussy, wet with my own juices, shivered for once on the touch of her finger. Aunty started narrating her story again while caressing my pussy with her finger from above my panties.


“The game was really simple. I had to close my eyes and understand the word written by Snigdha on my arm and tell it. But there was a condition, until I understand the correct word and speak it or if I say something wrong, I cannot open my eyes and during that time she can do anything she wants with me. I cannot stop her from doing that. The same rule was applicable to her as well. But the game started with me. I lay down on the bed and Snigdha sat next to me. I closed my eyes. I felt the touch of Snigdha's finger on my arm. I shivered for a moment with her touch. And then I heard Snigdha's voice, 'Gita, don't move. Otherwise you will not be able to understand what I have written.' After listening to her, I tried to understand properly what she had written. But I could not understand. She said, 'Now tell me what I have written on your arm.' I said, 'Sorry but I did not understand.' I heard her laughing. She said, 'Okay. So now I will do something with you according to the rules of the game. Get ready.' I got scared after hearing her words. I didn't know what she was going to do. But she pulled my maxi up a little above my legs and lifted it. I didn't know that she would do something like this. But I remained silent. She said, 'Now I will write something again, you try to understand.' Now I was ready. Again Snigdha wrote something on my arm. But this time also I didn't understand. I shook my head. Laughing again, she pulled my maxi up further. This time she had pulled my maxi up almost till my waist. My pussy covered with panties came in front of her. I probably wanted to feel ashamed. But I didn't. I was now enjoying this game. Again she wrote something on my arm. This time I understood at once what she had written, but this time also I shook my head deliberately. She pulled my maxi up again. Now my belly came out of the maxi. She said, 'Now I will write something on your belly. Try to understand.' Saying this, she wrote something on my belly. I started feeling ticklish. Then I read what she had written. But an incident happened at this time. When Snigdha was writing on my belly, once her finger slipped on my belly and touched my chest. Her finger hit the boobs bound by the bra. After many years, I felt someone's touch on my boobs. Now I shivered even though I didn't want to. And I spoke a wrong word. Snigdha again lifted my maxi. Now my bra came out. Now she started touching my chest on the pretext of writing. I started getting excited. She started understanding my condition. Now she wrote something on my chest with her finger. But due to excitement I again spoke the wrong word. She wrote again but this time on my boobs. This time I spoke the right word. And opened my eyes. I saw that she was smiling looking at me. As soon as I opened my eyes, she said, 'How did you like it, Gita? I said, Splendid!' She pointed towards my panties with her finger. I got up and saw that my panties were wet. I quickly tried to pull my maxi down but Snigdha stopped me from doing so and said, 'For how many more days will you torture yourself, Gita?' Before I could say anything, she did something for which I was not at all prepared." Saying this aunty again became silent. I asked her, "What did Snigdha do to you, aunty?" Aunty smiled looking at me once and suddenly put her hand in my bra and started pressing my boobs hard. I was not prepared for this attack of hers. I got up in a hurry and said, "What are you doing, aunty?" Aunty pressed my boobs properly and said, “The same thing that Snigdha did to me that day. Suddenly she also put her hand in my bra and started pressing my boobs. I was also as nervous as you were that day. I told her, ‘Hey Snigdha, what are you doing? Leave me. I don’t like all this.’ But she did not pay any attention to my words. And the more I started screaming, the harder she started pressing my boobs. Finally I gave up and stopped pressing. She also stopped pressing my boobs. But by then I had become weak in front of her. Almost two years had passed since my husband passed away. And in these two years no one had pressed my boobs so brutally. I had become weak in front of her. She took off my maxi and bra without asking me and started pressing and kneading my naked boobs. I couldn't stop myself. I grabbed her head and placed it on my chest. She must have wanted the same thing. As soon as I placed her head on my chest, she quickly took one of my nipples in her mouth and started sucking it. The whole world seemed to be spinning in front of my eyes. I was helpless and pressed Snigdha's head on my boobs. She started sucking my nipples hard. And at the same time, she inserted one of her fingers inside my panties and started thrusting and pulling her finger in and out of my pussy hard. It didn't take me even a minute to release my pussy juices. I closed my eyes tightly and moaned loudly "Ohh..." and came. I had already cum while sitting on her bed. I came to know that day that someone can make me cum by fingering my pussy. After some time, I opened my eyes. I was feeling shy in front of her. She said, 'There is no need to be shy. I also do the same to calm myself down. Your husband is no more in this world. And even though I have a husband, he is not with me. We are the same, Gita. And I think we both should support each other.' I cried and hugged her. I realized that someone recognized the pain inside me and also tried to comfort me. Now I also made her naked and our game started again.”


While saying this Gita aunty opened the hook of my bra and made me completely naked from above. I had become hot listening to her story from her mouth. Now I also removed her bra. As I had thought, the same thing came true. Due to age her boobs were hanging down. But her nipples were bigger and thicker than mine. Seeing me looking at her nipples carefully aunty said, “What are you seeing, Pihu. When you will also have your child, and you will also breastfeed, then your nipples will also become big and thick and will hang like mine. The child keeps pulling the nipple with his mouth while drinking milk, due to this our nipples will become big and hang. Yours will also go.” Hearing her words I became hot along with feeling shy. I pulled her towards me and placed her mouth on my chest. Her hot breath was falling on my boobs and I was melting inside. I started thinking about what would have been her state of mind that day when she would have got her boobs sucked by Snigdha. I wanted to feel the same at that time. Gita aunty put her mouth on my boobs and started sucking one of my nipples. A similar moan came out of my mouth, “Ummm...” and I held her mouth and pressed it tightly against my chest. And started pressing her boobs. Gita aunty kept sucking both my nipples one by one. And in between she started biting them by keeping them between her teeth. This increased my excitement. And my pussy started oozing more juice. Now I myself removed my panties and became completely naked. Seeing this, Gita aunty became happier and started sucking my nipples with more enthusiasm. After licking, sucking and biting both my nipples for some time, Gita aunty calmed down a bit. And said to me, “Should I tell you the rest of the story?” I just nodded my head. Now she held my head and placed it on her boobs. The signal was clear for me. Now I too will have to please her, just like she has done it for me. While pressing one of her boobs tightly, I took the thick nipple of the other tit in my mouth and started sucking it like a hungry girl, as if milk will come out of it any moment and I will quench my thirst. Gita aunty while making me suck her nipples, started taking the story forward, “That day I came to know for the first time how being a woman one can make another woman happy and can also take pleasure from her. In the afternoon I somehow left her house and brought my son back home after college. That night I could not sleep at all. The thought kept coming in my mind that when will it be morning and when will I meet Snigdha. The next day I again went to Snigdha’s house with her and played the same game which we both had played the previous day. Like the previous days, she made me cum in a few minutes. Slowly this sequence had become a daily routine. Snigdha had given me a new pleasure after my husband had died. From which I could never get rid of. After getting fucked by my husband after marriage, I had already become a slut, but after meeting Snigdha I had become a lesbian. This sequence started happening daily between both of us. Earlier Snigdha was more enthusiastic about this, but it had become my addiction. My son's college was closed on Saturday and Sunday. On those two days I did not go to the city as I was with my son. And on these two days I used to stay at home and get restless without her. My friendship with Snigdha kept growing day by day. We both started talking about our personal lives with each other. She also used to talk to me about her husband's sex. One day I went and saw that she had not come to drop her daughter that day. Her daughter herself had come to college. When I asked her, she told me that her mummy was unwell so she did not come. I felt that it was important to inquire about her. So that day I myself went to her house to meet her. But the door of her house was opened by a young boy. Snigdha was almost of the same age as me. And that boy was about 10 years younger than her. Both of them were shocked to see me. Perhaps both of them were not expecting me at that time. As soon as he saw me, that boy left from there. I asked Snigdha ‘Who was this boy?’ She did not give any clear answer to this, instead she asked me, 'Have you never had sex with anyone other than your husband?' I said, 'What a strange question. I am a good wife and daughter-in-law. Why would I have sex with anyone other than my husband?' She said, 'Not without leaving my husband. But without telling him.' I said, 'No, not at all. I have never done such dirty things with anyone other than my husband. I had not done this before meeting you. You forced me on the first day, that is why I did all that with a woman like you.' She said, 'I forced you, that is why you were happy even after your husband died. Wasn't it?' I said, 'I am a widow. And even thinking about any other man would be a sin for me.' She said, 'Who said this is a sin? Whatever men do, there is nothing wrong in it. Are all the rules of the world written for helpless and powerless women like us? I said, 'Whatever you say, I cannot do such a thing.' Snigdha tried to convince me again and again, but I did not listen to her. And I left her house. After that day she did not talk to me. Our friendship had broken. But inside I started yearning again. One day I thought that I should agree to what Snigdha said, how will anyone know. And anyway I am not doing anything in my village. Whatever I will do will be in the city. So I will be safe. Thinking this, I went to her house, but there was a lock at her home. On asking, I got to know a shocking news." Saying this aunty became silent again. I raised my head from her tit and asked, "What did you find out?" Aunty said, "An old woman told me that Snigdha was not a good woman at all. She used to live in this rich area and sell her body in her husband's absence. And she used to trap helpless women like me in her web and force them to sell their bodies too. I was the only one who could escape from her web. The security officer arrested her. Hearing this, I ran away from there. I had a narrow escape, otherwise Snigdha would have made me a prostitute too like herself." I said, "Then? Then what happened?" Aunty said laughing, "One more year passed like this. Now I did not have much trouble. Because now I started adopting the tricks taught by Snigdha to calm myself every night. But the lack of a partner and a friend always bothered me. And it was at this time that I met with the most special, good and true friend of my life." I said, "With whom?" Aunty smiled and replied, “With your mother-in-law.” (Contd.)

 

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