Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 118 – Pihu Goes Back To Get Delivery Of Her Blouse

 

Pihu’s POV- I took an auto-rickshaw to the address chacha had written on the back of the bill receipt. When I asked, the driver told me it was in a lane where autos couldn't go there, and I'd have to walk. I paid the fare, got off the auto-rickshaw, and started walking as he had told me. The driver was right. It was a small, narrow alleyway lined with large, old multi-story buildings on both sides. The numbers were written outside the buildings. I continued walking down the street, observing the numbers. On my way, I reached the house where chacha had written the number on his address. I noticed it was a five-story building. Some children were playing outside. When I asked them, they told me chacha lived there, on the third floor. I took out my phone to confirm and dialed his number. His phone started ringing, but no one answered the call. The call disconnected automatically. I tried again. This time, after the bell rang, someone answered. I thought it would be Chacha himself. But then I heard a young man's voice on the other end. "Hello!" I said, "This is Salim Chacha's number, isn't it? He works as a tailor?" The man on the other end said, "Sure. Tell me." I said, "Actually, I had Chacha make a blouse for me. He asked me to have it delivered to your house today. That's why I came." After listening to me, the man asked, "Where are you right now?" I said, "I'm standing just below your house." He said, "Come up the stairs. On the third floor. We live there." I hung up the phone and went up the stairs to the third floor. I saw a man about my age sitting there, working on a sewing machine. I realized that this was Chacha's younger son he was talking about. I looked at him carefully. Chacha hadn't exaggerated. His son was indeed handsome. He was tall and broad, with a fair complexion like me. He had a thick black beard and moustache on his face. But even that, he looked quite handsome. I stood outside the door, staring at him. After a while, his eyes fell on me, and he immediately got up from his machine and said, "Hey, why are you standing outside? Come in." I went inside. It was a medium-sized room, with various clothes scattered all over the floor. In one corner, there was a sewing machine, on which the man was working till then. The man showed me a chair and said, "Please sit." I sat down, took the bill receipt from my purse, and handed it to him. The man read my name on the receipt, looked at me, and said, "Oh, so you're Pihu?" I nodded, "Yes." Hearing this, he laughed a little and said, "It's nice to meet you, Pihu. I've never met you before. But I've heard your name from Abba (father) many times." I said, "So you're his son?" He said, "Yes. I'm his youngest son. My name is Zafar." I said, "It's nice to meet you too, Zafar." Then I said, "Do you know if my blouse is ready or not yet?" Zafar said, "It's definitely ready. Abba stayed up almost midnight yesterday and made your blouse himself. He even told me you could come take delivery of it today. Abba told me a lot about you. He's just gone to the bathroom to take his shower. He has your blouse with him. Please sit for a while; he'll come and give it to you."

After listening to Zafar, I wondered what chacha might have told his son about me. He didn't tell me anything wrong, did he? I asked Zafar, "What did chacha tell you about me?" Zafar laughed and said, "Well, Abba has said a lot about you." I said, "Like what?" Zafar said, "Like he told me a very beautiful woman named Pihu is coming this afternoon to take delivery of her blouse. And he was right. You really are very beautiful." Hearing a stranger praise my beauty, I felt both flattered and embarrassed. I smiled and said to Zafar, "Thank you for your nice compliment, Zafar. I’m really flattered by it." Zafar said, "That's not a compliment, it's the truth." Then he said, "Look, I forgot. You sit here, I'll be right back." With that, he walked out the door. I sat there alone, thinking about Zafar's words. He was truly a good man. He was good not only in appearance but also in his heart. I liked his manners. A short while later, Zafar returned. This time, he held a tray containing a glass of green liquid. It was probably some kind of sherbet (a water-based drink made by diluting sweetened fruit juices and served with ice). He extended the glass to me and said, "Take this." I asked, "What is this?" Zafar laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's just sherbet. Actually, my wife has gone to her parents' house with the kids today. And she's the only woman in the house. If she were home, she would have made your hospitality even better. But unfortunately, she's not here today. So, the responsibility of hospitality of yours falls on me today. I made this sherbet for you with my own hands. Please drink it and tell me how I made it." I took the glass of sherbet from his hand, took a sip, and said, "Hmm, you made it quite well." Zafar said, "I hope you're not saying this just to please me. It must be really well made." I said, "Trust me, I'm telling you the truth. It's really made well." Zafar said, "Thank you." Then I downed the rest of the sherbet in one gulp. Zafar took the glass from my hand and left. I sat down again. After a while, this time, Chacha came into the room and came to me and said, "Hey, you've come already? You didn't have to sit for long, did you?" I said, "No, it must have been about 10 or 15 minutes." Chacha said, "Did Zafar give you something to eat or drink, or did he forget? He's a very nice guy, but he's quite forgetful." I laughed and said, "No, he gave me sherbet." Then I said to him, "Please give me my blouse. I have to go back." Chacha said, "What's the hurry? You've just arrived. This is your first time at my house, and you're going to leave right away? Let me show you my house." With that, he started showing me around. Finally, we entered Chacha's bedroom. It was a large, well-appointed room. I said, "Chacha, is this whole house yours?" Chacha said, "In a way, you can say that. Actually, it's our ancestral home. My grandfather built this house, which came to my father's share. My father had five children in total: me and four other brothers. Before he died, my father divided the house among us five brothers equally. Each brother got a floor. I got the third floor." I asked, "How many children do you have, Chacha?" Chacha said, "I also have five children. Three sons and two daughters." Everyone is married and has their own children. My eldest son works in Mumbai, and my middle son in Gujarat. Only my youngest son lives with me. I'm also getting older now. I never know when God will call for me. I should have a son nearby, right?" I said, "That means you're quite wealthy." Chacha said, "Not rich literally, but with God's blessings, I manage to get through the day well." Then he asked his son to bring my blouse. Zafar came and handed my blouse to his father and left. As Zafar left, Chacha handed my blouse to me and said, "Take your blouse. I stayed up almost all night yesterday sewing it for you. Try it on once and see if it's okay." I said, "But where should I wear it?" Chacha said, "Put it on here." I said, "Then leave the room." Chacha said, "Hey, why are you feeling shy in front of me? Try it on quickly. If there's a cut, I'll have it altered right away." I said, "Chacha, it was a different matter at the shop. Your son wasn't there. But he's here now. In front of him like this..." Before I could finish my sentence, Chacha interrupted me and said, "Don't worry about him. He'll only come here when I call him. You can do anything here without any fear." I said mischievously, "Anything?" Chacha understood what I meant and said, "Yes, anything. Only if you want." I said, "Let me try it on first." Chacha said, "Of course!" With that, he closed the door to his room and locked it from inside. Now we were both completely alone in the room.


Chacha closed the door and came back to stand beside me. I boldly, without a trace of shame, removed the lapel of my saree from my chest. Then, in front of him, I began to unhook the blouse, one by one. As soon as I had unhooked all the hooks, Chacha himself took the blouse off me. I then put on my new blouse and hooked it. I said, "It looks perfect. Your handiwork is truly unmatched, Chacha. It fits me perfectly." Chacha then came closer to me and said, "Let me take a look." He held me and started looking at me from all sides. Then he said, "Yes, it's perfect. It's made exactly to your measurements. Perfect. Now, take it off." I unhooked the new blouse and took it off. Now I was standing in my bra. The blouse I had worn when I came here was in Chacha's hand. I said, "Chacha, give me my blouse." Chacha smiled slightly and said, "What's the hurry? You can wear it later, and you'll be comfortable. Let me love you a little first." I said, "No, Chacha. Your son is outside. He'll get suspicious. Not now, later." Chacha said, "I don't know when I'll see you again. I don't even know if I'll be able to. Please don't refuse me. Let me love you a little. And anyway, Zafar won't be here. You can be at peace." Saying this, Chacha came over to me, unhooked my bra, took it off my body, and threw it to the floor. Now I was standing before him, completely naked from top of my body. Chacha held my hands and sat me down on the bed, then came and sat himself next to me. Chacha completely removed my saree. Now I was sitting on the bed in front of him, wearing only my petticoat. He held both my boobs in his hands and began to gently squeeze them. After squeezing my boobs thoroughly for a while, he brought his face closer to my boobs and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it while he continued to gently squeeze the other. After a while, he removed my nipple and began sucking and squeezing the other tit. This continued for a long time. Chacha sucked my nipple and squeezed the other tit. Then he sucked my second nipple and squeezed my first tit. For a long time, he sucked and squeezed both my boobs in turn. By then, I was quite aroused. I tried my best not to utter a word so that his son, sitting outside the room, wouldn't even notice our activities inside the room. How could I, a young slutty woman, be doing all this with his 65-year-old father? But once the dark clouds of desire and lust engulf your heart and mind, you can't stop yourself even if you want to. And I'm such a sex-crazed woman that holding myself back for long is always difficult. So, despite my unwillingness, a soft moan escaped my throat, "Oh... Chacha... please let me go... don't torment me like this...please…" I don't know if my voice reached Zafar, who was sitting outside the room, but at that moment, it was not only difficult but impossible for me to stop every single sound that came out of my mouth. I pressed my boobs tightly against Chacha's mouth and moaned again, "Umm..." This time, the sound came out of my throat even louder than before. I didn't want to do this, but I was helpless. The situation demanded it. So, I decided to surrender myself to the situation. And that's exactly what I did.


Chacha gently laid me on the bed on my back and himself climbed on top of me. While fondling my boobs with one hand, he untied the string of my petticoat with the other, discarding it on the floor as well. Only my panties were left on my body, which would soon have the same fate as my other clothes. Chacha lay on top of me, and his cock was poking my thigh even through his lungi (traditional wear for men). I thought he might insert his cock into my pussy right away. So I went to tell him, "Chacha, please don’t do something right now..." I couldn't say anything more. Before I could, Chacha placed his lips on mine, smothering me. He squeezed my delicate, soft lips between his rough ones, squeezing them tightly, as if to extract juice from them. I placed one hand behind his neck and brought his mouth closer to mine. Then I began to feed him my lips. He was sucking my lips, and I was sucking his. As we sucked each other's lips, I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and then started playing with his tongue, taking it over mine. I realized how much Chacha had mastered the game of fucking when I felt his rough finger enter my own wet pussy. I looked down and realized that he had already removed my panties and, inserting his finger into my pussy, had begun to finger me. By then, I was so hot that my pussy had already started to flow. Chacha removed his mouth from my mouth and brought his mouth to my boobs. He began sucking them with great passion. He alternated between sucking both my nipples, but never once removed his finger from my pussy. He continued fingering my pussy while sucking my boobs. And in between, he was lightly scratching my clit, my weakest point. It was creating a different kind of pleasure in my entire body. And I didn't have the strength to bear it. I was diving into this ocean of pleasure, heading towards the end. My whole body was trembling. I couldn't lie still on the bed. I felt like Chacha would remove his finger from my pussy and insert his cock in its place. And give me peace. But Chacha wasn't doing that. He kept sucking and biting my nipples, while simultaneously inserting his finger into my pussy and fucking me with it. I grew weaker and weaker. Gradually, it became impossible for me to control myself. My waist and ass were repeatedly lifted into the air, only to fall down with a thud in the very next moment. And then, the next moment, he was once again in the air. All sorts of sounds kept escaping my throat, "Chacha...please...no more...let me go...I'm about to cum...I'm about to cum...Chacha...please..." But Chacha, completely ignoring my helplessness, kept fingering my pussy, fucking me. And fucking me. I lay helplessly on the bed, writhing in satisfaction. Chacha was fingering me with great pleasure. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I suddenly ejaculated while Chacha's finger was still inside my pussy. My orgasm was so intense that my waist and ass remained elevated in the air for some time, as I continued to ejaculate. After a few moments of orgasm, my waist sank back to the bed, panting heavily as I lay there.


While I was climaxing, Chacha didn't remove his finger from my pussy. When I finished climaxing, he slowly pulled it out and brought it back to my eyes. I saw that Chacha's finger was completely soaked in my pussy juices. Seeing my pussy juices on his finger made me feel both embarrassed and happy. Chacha showed me his finger and took it to his nose and gave it a deep sniff. Then he said, "Hmm...the smell looks like it's going to taste amazing. Let me taste it." After saying this, he took his finger in his mouth and started licking the pussy juices off it. I was truly ashamed to see how a 65-year-old man could make me cum with just his finger and then lick and taste my pussy juices from his finger. After licking my pussy juice from his finger, he turned back to me. Once again, gently and lovingly squeezing my boobs, he asked, "So, tell me, how did you like the magic of Chacha's fingers?" I replied with a shy smile, "Great." Chacha now took both my boobs in his hands, gently squeezing them, and began pinching my nipples. His actions sent tingles through my entire body. I understood that Chacha was doing this to turn me on again. And he was quite successful, because I really started to get aroused again. After pinching both my nipples for a long time, turning me on, he climbed on top of me again. Then, moving his face closer to mine, he began kissing me. First my forehead, then my cheeks, my chin, on my eyes. On my neck. On my shoulders. On my chest. Then on my boobs. He took my boobs into his mouth again, sucking and licking them. After a while, when he released them, I noticed a layer of his saliva on both my nipples. And not only that, but they also bore the marks of his scolding bites, because while sucking on my nipples, he was also holding them between his teeth and biting them. Then, from my boobs, his mouth reached my belly. He showered my fair belly with kisses. Then his eyes fell on my navel. He first touched it with his lips. I felt a shiver at the mere touch. Then he took out his tongue and started licking it inside my navel. The feeling was amazing. I pressed his head against my own navel. After licking it for a while, he started moving down again. And then I knew that his real destination was still to come. And like him, I too started waiting eagerly for him to reach his real destination. (Contd.)

 

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