Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 116 – Pihu Remembers Her Tailor Uncle Again

 

Pihu’s POV- We all meet many people throughout our lives. Some of them are our daily interactions. And others we barely meet once or twice in our lives. We forget them due to our daily lives. But when a sudden need arises, they come back to our aid. Something similar happened to me recently. You all know that I usually buy my dresses and sarees from the mall or a branded store. And whenever I buy a saree, I also buy a matching blouse in my size. I always buy ready-made dresses. I rarely get a dress or blouse made for myself. Although I later have to get the dress or blouse altered to my size. Still, I buy ready-made blouses most of the time. Anyway, without further ado and without boring you, let me get straight to the story. The time I'm going to describe in this part of our story is when very little time was left for Ani's wedding. You know that my devar (brother-in-law), Ani, was engaged to a girl named Ankita. We’ve already narrated that story to you. Ani and Ankita's engagement had already taken place a long time ago. Now it was their turn to get married. My father-in-law had already set a date for Ani and Ankita's wedding. And Ani's wedding was just a month away. It was wedding season, so the markets were quite crowded at that time. People from every wedding home were crowding the markets to buy clothes and other items. Since Ani's wedding was taking place in the village, my father-in-law and mother-in-law had entrusted Bijan and me with the responsibility of all the wedding shopping. They had already sent us a list of all the items needed for the wedding, so we could buy them in the city and send them to the village. The list was quite long. It included everything from clothes to puja items and other essentials. So, Bijan and I would each go out with a list each day and buy the items we needed. One day, puja items, the next, other wedding essentials. And so on. Before long, we had purchased almost everything needed for the wedding. Now, all that was left was clothes. So one day, I said to Bijan, "Bijan, we're going to buy wedding clothes today. So, please return from office a little early. We'll leave after you return." Bijan smiled and said, "Darling, you've been telling me this same thing every single day for the past few days." And I've been coming home early from work every day so I can go shopping for wedding supplies with you. I hope I don't have to miss my job because of my cousin's wedding. Then we'll be in trouble." I said to him, "So think about it: will you go shopping for wedding supplies with me, or will you talk to your father?" Hearing his father's name, Bijan said, "Let it be. Forgive me. I have no interest in ruining my health by talking to baba (father). He thinks I'm worthless anyway. It's better that I go wedding shopping with you, like I've been for the past few days." I smiled and said, "It'll be good for you and your health." We both laughed at this.

That evening, we both set out to buy clothes, as per our plan. I've already mentioned that it was wedding season. Weddings were happening everywhere. So, the markets were lined with wedding shopping. We found a large clothing store. We decided to do all our shopping there, so we wouldn't have to go to other stores. We bought all the clothes according to the list. After buying everything, Bijan said to me, "Darling, now you should also buy something to wear to Ani's wedding." Hearing this, I said, "Why are you running up your credit card bill for no reason, Bijan? I'll wear some of the sarees I have." Bijan said, "I wouldn't mind giving you a gift. I wouldn't tolerate my lovely wife wearing some old sarees to my cousin's wedding. You should at least find a saree to wear to Ani's reception." I said, "Well, when you're trying to shoot yourself in the foot, what can I do? I was thinking of reducing your expenses out of your best interest. But since you're so insistent, get ready to loosen your purse strings." Bijan laughed and said, "Darling, I'm ready to give you my life, money's nothing. Buy any saree you like, don't worry about the money." I said, "Okay. I'll find a nice saree for myself." With that, I started looking for a nice saree to wear at Ani's reception. I looked at several sarees. Some were truly beautiful. I fell in love with a pink Dhakai Jamdani saree (a type of saree). It was beautiful and soft to look at. It was also light in weight. It had handloom designs all over it. I liked this saree the most. When I asked, the salesman said it was a special designer saree, and it was quite expensive. Hearing the price, I was shocked. I hadn't imagined such a high price. I began bargaining with the salesman. Even after much bargaining, the price agreed upon seemed quite high. But at Bijan's insistence, I finally agreed to buy it. I asked the salesman to show me a matching blouse to go with it. The salesman said, "Madam, you get a separate blouse piece with this saree. You can make your own blouse from that. If you wear any other readymade blouse with this saree, it won't look good." Bijan agreed. He said, "You should get a blouse stitched from a tailor according to your measurements." I said, "That's fine. But Ani's wedding is only a month away." And it's wedding season. Will any tailor sew my blouse right now?" Bijan said, "What harm is there in trying? Someone will surely sew your blouse before time." Hearing his words, I agreed. And I bought the saree. Now I started thinking about where and which tailor I should get this blouse stitched. Since I had bought this saree specifically to wear at Ani's reception, I couldn't have it stitched by any random tailor. I needed a tailor who could sew the blouse perfectly according to my measurements. And I was searching for such a tailor. And while thinking, I suddenly remembered Salim Chacha (uncle).


We've already recounted the story of Chacha, when I once needed a blouse stitched for me before Durga Puja. Several tailors had turned me down. But it was Chacha who stitched it for me instantly. But I had to pay him a hefty price for it, which we've described in detail in that section. Anyway, the situation was still the same as last time. I still needed to get my blouse stitched as quickly as possible. And I knew no tailor other than Chacha would be able to stitch it for me so quickly during this wedding season. Besides, Chacha's blouse cutting and stitching were top-notch. He was elderly, but his measurements and workmanship were truly commendable. He had stitched a blouse perfectly to my measurements last time. So, as soon as I remembered him, I decided to get it stitched from him again, just like last time. And with that thought in mind, I arrived at Chacha's shop the very next day with my blouse piece. I'd visited his shop a year and a half before, and that too late at night. But this time, I came in the noon. Like last time, no one was in the shop. And from a corner of the shop came the steady, rhythmic whirring sound of a sewing machine. I knew Chacha was working. As soon as I entered the shop, the whirring sound of the sewing machine stopped in an instant. And Chacha emerged from behind the machine. The last time I'd met him, he was at least 65 years old. In those past year and a half, he had looked even older and frailer. He wore the same thick-framed black glasses, which, through their blurry glasses, stared intently at me. He was wearing a lungi (traditional wear for men) and vest. A long measuring tape hung around his neck. He came over and looked at me intently, as if trying to recognize me. I smiled and said, "Chacha, do you remember me or have you forgotten?" Chacha stared at my face silently for a while, saying nothing, then said in a cheerful but harsh voice, "I don't remember your name. But your face seems familiar. I do remember that you once came to me to get your blouse stitched. Someone else was with you at the time, wasn't it?" I said, "Wow, Chacha! You have a pretty good memory, even at this age. Yes, that was my husband. And my name is Pihu." Hearing my name, Chacha said, "Yes... I just remembered. Your name was Pihu. So tell me, what do you need from me? That you've come to my shop again after so many years? Do you want a blouse stitched for yourself again?" I said, "Exactly so, Chacha. And this time, I want it stitched immediately." Chacha said, "What's your excuse this time? Last time, it was a puja, wasn't it?" I said, "No excuses, Chacha. My brother-in-law's wedding is next month. My husband bought me a new saree to wear at the reception. I got a blouse piece with that saree. I've come to you to get it made into a blouse for myself. There's only one person in this city who can get me a nice blouse perfectly stitched according to my measurements and made so quickly. And that's you." Chacha listened to me and said, "But why do you always come to me at the last minute to get your blouse stitched? Don't you know it's wedding season? And right now, no tailor can stitch a blouse for you so quickly. I've stopped taking any more orders. I'm getting old. How much more work can I do? You're a longtime old customer of mine; you should know everything." I said, "Can't anything be done? If you say that, my blouse won't be ready to be stitched. And I won't be able to wear it to my brother-in-law's reception. Please do something. I've come to you with great hope, Chacha." I said, pushing my chest towards him. Chacha looked at my chest one more time and then said, "If all my female customers come with such big hopes like you, then how many will I serve? After all, I'm just a human being. I don't have any helpers. One of my sons helps me out sometimes." I said, "Then you should just ask your son to stitch my blouse." Chacha said, "Hey, he already has a lot of work. Father and son, we've been working all morning. He was cutting the fabric, and I was sewing it. He just went to eat a little while ago. I'll leave when he returns." I said disappointedly, "Okay, just take my measurements. Then sew the blouse the way you want. If I'm lucky enough to wear it at my brother-in-law's reception, I'll be able to. Otherwise, not." Chacha said, "You look like you've put on a little weight. I'll take your measurements." I knew Chacha didn't have a separate trial room in his small shop, so whatever he did, he'd do it standing here. And to be honest, I was already prepared for this.


Chacha came near me and removed the lapel of my saree from my chest and placed it on the floor. Now I was standing in front of him in my blouse. My large boobs were peeking out from inside the blouse. I had deliberately come here today wearing a blouse one size smaller than my usual size. Because of this, my large boobs were on the verge of tearing the blouse. And my deep cleavage was clearly visible. Chacha's eyes had been fixed on my boobs for a long time. He was staring at them with great interest. I said to him, "Come on, Chacha, take my measurements first, then keep staring at my boobs for as long as you want." Chacha immediately took his tape measure and started taking my measurements for the blouse. After taking the measurements, he said, “Yes, what I suspected has happened. Your boobs have grown in size. When you came last time, your size was 34. Now it has become 36.” I said, “Yes, chacha, you are right. At the time of my marriage, my size was 34. Now my size has become 36.” Chacha laughed after listening to me and said, “It seems this is your husband's work. He is the one who has made your 34 boobs 36 by pressing them.” “Now what should I tell you, chacha? It is not just my husband, there are many men who have contributed to my boobs becoming 36 from 34. It is only my husband who is getting defamed.” I said to myself. Then, laughing, I said to chacha, "Yes, my husband squeezes my boobs a lot. And why are you blaming only my husband? When you get a chance, don't you also wipe your hands on my boobs? Tell me." Hearing this, chacha smiled a little. Then he slowly went to unhook my blouse. I stepped back a little and said, "No, first tell me whether you'll sew my blouse before my brother-in-law's wedding or not. Then I'll only let you do all this." Chacha looked at me and laughed a little and said, "You're quite clever. You're trying to seduce me and get me to agree to your proposal." I said, "Whatever it is. I'll only let you do this to me if you sew my blouse before the deadline." Chacha said, "Okay, okay. I'll sew your blouse before your wedding." I said, "Not mine, my brother-in-law's wedding." Chacha said, "Yes, that's it. Whoever's wedding it is, you will get your blouse delivered before that. Now, are you happy? Let me take your measurements properly." I said, "You just took my measurements, right? Do you want to take them again?" Chacha said, "I took them with a tape. Now I will take your measurements with my hands." I said, "You are a real pervert, Chacha." Chacha laughed and said, "I am that too." Now I came forward and hugged him and said, "And that's why I like you so much. Take as many of my measurements as you want."


Chacha then unhooked all the hooks of my blouse. I quickly took it off and threw it on the floor. I was now standing in front of him in just my bra. He reached behind my back to unhook my bra as well. I told him, "Chacha, let it be. If your son comes, he'll think I'm a prostitute." Chacha said, "Don't worry. He's gone to our house for lunch. It'll take him at least 40 minutes to get back here. I still have 30 minutes. I'll finish my work in that time." I asked, "Have you eaten?" Chacha replied, "No, not yet." I said, "Then when will you eat?" Chacha removed my bra from my body and replied, "I'm just making arrangements for my own food." With that, he threw my bra on the floor as well. I laughed and said, "Will you be full after eating this?" Chacha took both my boobs in his hands and pressed them gently, saying, "Even though this won't satisfy my hunger, but my heart will be satisfied. Isn't it?" Saying this, he began to gently squeeze my boobs. He also took my thick nipples between his fingers and pinched them hard. I was starting to get aroused. A slow moan escaped my lips. "Oh... Chacha..." Chacha slowly started pushing me back in the same position, taking me towards the wall. As soon as my back hit the wall, he pounced on me. I was somehow standing with my back against the shop wall. Chacha began to shower me with kisses. He kissed me wildly, sometimes on my neck, sometimes on my shoulders, sometimes on my throat, sometimes on my cheeks and chin. I closed my eyes and began to feel his pricking mustache, beard, and his rough lips on my body. The feeling of his hot breath on my body took me to a different world. Slowly, his lips moved down to my arms. Then he stopped for a while. Then chacha first kissed both my arms, from the top to the wrists. Then, he lifted both my hands, pressed them against the wall, and held them. As soon as he lifted both my arms, my armpits were fully exposed to him. I had shaved my armpits, as usual. And seeing my hairless armpits before his eyes, Chacha went crazy. He brought his face close to my armpits and smelled them. Since it was a hot day, I was sweating. And my armpits must have smelled along with the sweat beads. But that didn't bother Chacha at all. He brought his nose very close to my armpits, sniffing them one by one. Then, he reached out and suddenly started licking them. I had no idea he would do such a thing. Feeling Chacha's hot breath and his rough tongue on my hairless armpits, I started squirming and feeling a tickle. I tried to push his face away from my armpits, but I couldn't. He continued to lick my armpits with his tongue. Gradually, a layer of his saliva formed on my armpits, replacing the sweat. Every now and then, he would bite the smooth skin of my armpits with his teeth. And every time he did, a current would run through my entire body, making me shiver. After licking my armpits for quite some time, it was time for my boobs. He would grab my boobs with his hands, squeezing them, and whisper in my ears, "You're becoming more and more beautiful every day. And your boobs are amazing. No matter how much I squeeze and fondle them, I can't get enough." What could I possibly say to that? I smiled. After squeezing my boobs to his heart's content for a while, he lowered his face and began kissing and sucking them. He would take one nipple in his mouth and suck it, then squeeze the other. Then, after a while, he would suck the other nipple and squeeze the first one. He continued like this for a long time, sucking both my nipples one after the other, and simultaneously biting them lightly between his teeth. My condition was getting worse and worse. I had been feeling a wetness in my thighs for a long time, and I knew what it could be.


As Chacha alternately sucked my nipples and squeezed and fondled my boobs, my gaze drifted down to his lungi. I noticed how the front of his lungi had swelled, almost like a tent. I remembered his cock. And as I remembered it, I felt a tingling sensation run through my entire body especially between both my legs. Meanwhile, Chacha was passionately sucking both my boobs. His sucking and biting had turned my fair boobs red. My condition had worsened. I realized that the panties I was wearing were completely soaked with my own pussy juices, and the pussy juices were oozing to my thighs. I noticed a small stool nearby. I went to sit on it, but Chacha stopped me. He made me stand against the wall again, as before, and began pulling my saree and petticoat up to my waist. As soon as he did this, my shapely, fleshy, and fair legs, all the way up to my thighs, were revealed to him from beneath my saree and petticoat. I tried to stop him, holding his hands. I said, "Chacha, please don't do this. Your son could return any moment. And I don't want to get fucked by you in front of him." By then, chacha had pulled my saree and petticoat up to my waist. And before his eyes, my panties, soaked with my own pussy juices, appeared. Looking at it, chacha smiled slightly and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't fuck you now. But look at the state you've put yourself in. How can I send you back from my shop in this state? I have to find a solution, right? And that's what I'm doing. So let me do what I'm doing." Saying this, he began to lovingly caress the soft skin of my thighs. Not once was chacha using any force on me. Everything he was doing was done with love and patience. There was no trace of any haste and hurry in him. But age had wrinkled his skin badly, and his hands had become rough and calloused. Therefore, whenever he ran his hands over my body, I felt a burning sensation instead of comfort. But I didn't complain. I let him do whatever he wanted to do to me, and he did. He caressed my thighs, trying to separate them from each other. He said, "I want to see your pussy. Won't you let me? And if you keep your legs together like this, how will I get a view of your pussy? You tell me." I couldn't say anything. I just blushed a little and parted my thighs, exposing my pussy slightly to him. He grabbed the soft elastic of my panties with his finger and pulled them down in a flash. Due to this, the panty I was wearing, which was completely soaked with my own pussy juice, slid down from my feet and fell on the ground. I was now standing in front of Chacha, holding my saree and petticoat near my waist. I was neither wearing anything on the upper part of my body nor on the lower part of my waist. Chacha now lifted my right leg with his hand and placed it on the same small stool. He moved my left leg a little to the other side. This separated both my legs even further from each other. And since one of my legs was on the stool, the mouth of my pussy opened up in front of Chacha. Chacha now sat down on the ground right below my pussy. He raised his head up and started looking at my pussy intently.


Chacha was staring at my pussy in such a way that I felt embarrassed. I said shyly, "Chacha, please don’t look at me like that. I'm feeling shy." Chacha smiled and said, "Hey, what's there to be shy about? Is this my first time seeing your pussy? And I'm just looking, not doing anything. Don't be shy with me at all." Then, running his rough fingers over my smooth, hairless pussy, he said, "Wow! You keep your pussy hair clean! It seems your husband doesn't like it." I said, "It's not just him. I don't like it there either. Hair makes it sweat more. And sweat causes rashes there. It also causes itching. And it smells bad above all. That's why I shave my pussy and armpits every day." Chacha was delighted to hear me and said, "You're doing the right thing. Look, your pussy looks so good without any hair. I just want to eat it." I said, "Then don't eat it completely. Leave it for my husband." We both laughed at this. I said, "Enough of your looking. Now let me go." Chacha said, "Hey, how have I looked properly? I'm old. My eyesight has weakened. Let me look properly." Saying this, he brought his mouth even closer to my pussy. So close that I could feel his hot breath on my wet pussy. It made me even hotter, and my pussy started to ooze even more juice. Chacha then parted the petals near my pussy hole with his two fingers and inserted one of his fingers into my pussy. I had no idea Chacha would do something like this. I wasn't even prepared for it. But as he pushed his rough finger into my tender, delicate pussy, I shuddered at the touch of his finger. Holding my waist, he said, "Don't move too much. Let me do my work." With that, he shoved his finger more deep inside my pussy, scratching my G-spot with his nail. His attack completely stunned me, and I surrendered to him completely. A torrent of juices gushed from my pussy, flowing through his finger and onto his wrist. I pleaded, "Please, Chacha, don't do this...let me go...are you trying to kill me?" Chacha pushed his finger deeper into my pussy and said, "I have no intention of killing you. I just want to love you. Stand still, and let me do it with my usual honesty." What else could I do, I stood there with my back against the walls, my legs raised on a stool, half naked, getting my pussy fingered by a 65 year old man. (contd.)

 

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