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The Morning After
Morning light filtered weakly through the curtains. The rain had finally stopped, leaving only a soft, steady drip from the balcony. Monica woke up first, her body heavy and sensitive. She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling.
Her breasts felt swollen and tender, nipples still slightly sore from being sucked and pinched the night before. Between her thighs, she was sticky — a mix of dried syrup, her own wetness, and the remnants of Ustad saliva. Her inner thighs and ass cheeks carried faint red marks from strong hands and teeth. Her pussy felt puffy, warm, and still slick. Even now, hours later, a low, persistent throb of arousal pulsed deep inside her.
She bit her lip, remembering how shamelessly she had moaned, how she had lifted her ass for Ustad tongue. The memory made her clench involuntarily, a fresh trickle of wetness leaking into her pussy
What the hell is wrong with me? she thought. Why is my body reacting this way? I should feel ashamed… but I’m still wet. Still horny.
She glanced at Rakesh. He was sleeping deeply, looking exhausted — pale, dark circles under his eyes, mouth slightly open. He looked like a man who had been through something far worse than a simple hangover. His frail body evoked a feeling within her. Something she could not place a finger on.
Monica slipped out of bed quietly. The cool morning air made her shiver as she walked to the bathroom, her bare feet silent on the floor. She stood in front of the mirror for a long moment, studying her reflection. Her hair was messy, lips slightly swollen, neck and collarbone carrying faint love bites. Impressions of the night gone by.
She turned on the shower. The hot water cascaded over her body. She closed her eyes, letting the stream hit her swollen breasts first. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the heat soothed her tender skin. She soaped herself slowly, hands gliding over her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing her sensitive nipples. Lower down, she carefully washed between her thighs, fingers lingering on her smooth, shaved mound and puffy lips. The touch sent a sharp spark of pleasure through her.
She stayed under the shower longer than usual, lost in memories, each caress evoking flashes of last nights drunken debauchery. Finally, she dried herself, applied lotion to her marked skin, and got ready for office.
She chose a simple salwar kameez, the kameez was modest but still accentuated her chest. Maybe it was a knee jerk reflex of her mind, wanting the comfort of being a loyal wife again. She looked every bit the composed working wife again — a stark contrast to the moaning, nearly naked woman from last night.
Before leaving, she went to the bedroom. Rakesh was stirring weakly.
“Bye, Rak,” she said softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
Rakesh blinked slowly, his eyes unfocused. His voice was weak and slurred.
“Leaving for office?”
“Yes, urgent client meeting,” Monica replied smoothly. “How are you feeling?”
Rakesh rubbed his temples, looking exhausted.
“My head… it’s spinning a lot. Blackouts… I feel like I was drugged or something.”
Monica laughed lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Come on, they are your friends. You drank too much, that’s all.”
Rakesh nodded vaguely, struggling to form words.
“You okay? I think… I heard some shouts yesterday… while they were here…”
Monica smiled slyly, images from last night flashing before her eyes. She brushed his hair gently.
“Don’t tell me you don’t remember anything, Rak. You were blindfolded and we were playing a game. It was fun.”
Rakesh looked confused but nodded. “Oh yes… who won?”
Monica’s smile turned slightly mischievous.
“I think Bheem… but it was great fun. Your friends are really something, Baby”
Rakesh paused, his voice weak. “I see… lot of alcohol bottles. Did you also drink with them?”
Monica answered , standing up and adjusting her kameez.“Yeah, a little. Why?”
Rakesh shook his head slowly. “No… nothing.”
Monica leaned down again, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek - Like most women, Monica too wanted her man to take charge, but Rakesh just sulked quietly, something that Monica learned to accept with time.
“The kitchen is in a mess. Desserts and chocolate sauce are spilled everywhere. I couldn’t clean it properly. Please ask the maid to take care, Rak. Bye… love you. And once again, happy birthday, jaanu.”
Rakesh nodded faintly, barely able to keep his eyes open.
Arrival of In laws
A fortnight passed quietly.The memory of that intense night with Ustad, Bheem and Raju had settled into a strange, secret corner of Monica and Rakesh’s life. Neither of them brought it up. Life went back to its usual rhythm — office, home, and careful silences.
Though, Monica tried to bury those memories deep, they kept resurfacing at regular intervals, triggering a strange yearning within her. It was like an itch that her husband could not scratch.
One evening, while they were having dinner, Rakesh’s phone rang. It was his father calling from Jaipur. Rakesh listened for a while, then looked at Monica.
“Papa and Mummy want to come and stay with us for a month,” he said. “Papa has some medical tests in Delhi."
Monica looked at him. " When?"
"They’ll reach this Sunday.”
Monica nodded slowly. A whole month with her in-laws under the same roof. She already knew what that would demand from her. On the other hand, her urges were growing stronger. She felt a strange heat in her pussy. She will have to scratch this itch sooner rather than later. Did she have the resolve to fight this losing battle with herself?
Sunday morning, Monica woke up early. She bathed, left her long, silky hair open so it cascaded down her back. She picked up a simple white cotton bra from the drawer, slipped her arms through the straps, and reached behind to hook it comfortably over her breasts. She then stepped into the matching fullback white cotton panties, pulled them up over her hips, and adjusted the waistband so it sat neatly.
After that she wore a soft maroon and cream salwar kameez that gently hugged her full breasts and slim waist before flowing down over her hips, pinned her dupatta neatly, and put on her mangalsutra and red choodha, the sign of a decent married woman. The black beads of the mangalsutra rested beautifully between the gentle swell of her huge breasts, and the bangles made a soft sound with every movement of her fair, delicate wrists.
When Rakesh’s parents arrived, she was the first to open the door. She bent down and touched their feet.
“Namaste Papa… Namaste Ma.”
Her mother-in-law smiled as she looked at her bahu from head to toe.
“Arre waah, beta… aaj toh bahut sundar lag rahi hai tu.” (Wow, beta… you’re looking so beautiful today.)
Monica smiled shyly and replied, “Aap log itne din baad aa rahe ho, Ma. Thoda achhe se taiyaar hona chahiye na.” (You both are coming after so many days, Ma. I should dress nicely, no?)
From that very first day, Monica became the perfect daughter-in-law, eager to impress her in laws.
Every morning she would wake up early, make tea, and bring it to her mother-in-law.
Her mother-in-law would smile and say, “Beta, itni subah uthne ki zarurat nahi hai. ” ( there’s no need to wake up so early)
Monica would reply softly, “Ma, aap tension mat lijiye. Main sambhal lungi.” (Ma, don’t worry. I’ll manage everything.)
In the evening, Monica would try and come back early and rush to the kitchen...something she hated doing when staying with Rakesh alone.
But now she would painstakingly cook exotic dishes which her parents in law would love...
Her father in law would say "Aree Bahu, why do you have to make dinner everyday, your sasuma can also cook well!"
Monica would smile and say, “Aree Nahi Nahi... kuch din k lie hi aaye ho aap log......Aap log khush rahen, bas yahi kaafi hai, Papaji.”
(No No...how can that be...you have just come for few days....As long as you both are happy, that’s enough for me)
She did not wear shorts or revealing dresses these days - Mostly salwar kameez or kurti and she looked beautiful in that avatar too. Her long hair, fair glowing skin, and graceful walk made her look effortlessly beautiful in everything she wore.
One day in the bedroom at night, Rakesh looked at her with quiet concern.
“Monica, Relax , you look tired ,You’re doing too much,” he said one night. Even though, deep down he loved this subdued version of Monica. The usual Monica, was always too hot for him to handle.
Monica only smiled and turned off the light. “It’s just for a month, Rak. Let them feel happy.”
Rakesh still spoke "Mon, somedays Mom can also cook trust me"
Monica stopped him "Rakesh, not okay.. she is an old woman, now sleep dude..I have to get up early."
One friday, Monica had an office party after work. She informed her mother-in-law in the morning.
“Ma, aaj office mein party hai. Thoda late ho sakta hai.” (Ma, there’s a party at office today. I might get a little late.)
That morning, Monica wore a fitted dark blue top with tight light blue denim jeans. The jeans hugged her wide hips and full, round ass tightly, showing off her curves in a way her usual salwar suits did not. Her long hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and the fitted top followed the shape of her heavy breasts. She looked strikingly beautiful — modern, confident, and incredibly attractive.
As she came out of the bedroom, her mother-in-law looked at her from head to toe.
“Arre, yeh jeans aur top mein toh bilkul alag hi lag rahi hai tu.” (Arre, you’re looking completely different in these jeans and top)
Monica smiled “Party ke liye pehna hai, Ma. Main jaldi aa jaungi.” (I wore it for the party, Ma. I’ll come back soon.)
In the evening, when Monica returned from the party, it was already past ten. Her hair was slightly loose and there was a faint glow on her face.
She said, “Sorry Ma, bahut late ho gaya. Abhi jaldi se dinner bana deti hoon.” (Sorry Ma, it got very late. I’ll quickly make dinner now.)
Her mother-in-law looked at her quietly. The tight jeans still clung to Monica’s full hips and round ass.
That night, sasuma lay awake besides her husband. She couldn’t stop thinking about Monica. She had been quietly observing her son and his wife.
Even though monica played the perfect bahu, she could see through it. She knew it was an act. Being a woman, she knew the pressure on women to conform to societal expectation being a married woman & an obedient bahu.
What concerned Gayatri was Monica’s behaviour towards her son. She observed that when it was just the two of them, monica dominated rakesh. She wondered
“ It is natural for modern today’s generation women to dominate their husband or is it her Son is a jack ass”
She could have ignored that as well their personal matter. But Monica’s bold attire today, triggered something deep within her subconscious.
She remembered how effortlessly beautiful Monica looked even in simple salwar suits every day — her long silky hair, her fair glowing skin, the way her full breasts filled out her clothes, the natural sway of her ass when she walked, and the elegant way the mangalsutra rested between her breasts.
And then she thought of her own son. Rakesh was a good boy. Simple, hard-working, and responsible. But he was… ordinary. He didn’t have the charm, the confidence, looks or the physique that could tame a wild horse like Monica.
“Rakesh ko aisi bahu mil gayi… lekin kya woh uske layak hai?” she thought bitterly.
(Rakesh got such a bahu… but is he even worthy of her?)
She remembered how some of her friends’ daughters-in-law had left their husbands because they felt they were “not Man enough.” The thought made her stomach flutter with fear.
Monica is … so beautiful… men must be looking at her in office also. Can he really keep a woman like her satisfied?
A strange mix of envy and fear twisted inside her. She felt almost angry at Monica’s beauty, at the same time, she felt a guilty kind of admiration that refused to go away.
And the more she thought about it, the more restless and jealous she became.
In the adjacent room, Monica lay awake, trying to control the fire burning within her which only grew stronger. What the fuck!! She could not even wear revealing clothes to work due her In laws presence at home.
Ustad’s Invitation
It was a hot Sunday afternoon in the middle of May. The temperature outside had already crossed 42 degrees, but inside the flat the AC was running at full blast. After lunch, Rakesh sat with his mother in the living room while his father was resting in the bedroom.
He cleared his throat and said casually,
“Mummy, two of my friends are coming over in the evening for some time. Just a small visit.”
Sasuma looked up from her holy book.
“Office friends?” she asked.
Rakesh hesitated for a fraction of a second, then smiled.
“Haan… something like that. They wanted to meet us once.”
He didn’t elaborate. He couldn’t. Because the two men coming were Bheem and Ustad — how can he tell her about the betting ring, Impossible!! how both he and her Bahu would often bet around for fun..
His mother didn’t push further, but a small doubt cropped up within her.
At around 5 PM, the doorbell rang. Rakesh opened the door.
Bheem and Ustad stood outside. Both men were massive. Broad shoulders, thick muscular arms, and heavy gold bracelets on their thick, dark wrists. They were wearing simple shirts and trousers, but nothing about them looked like they worked in a corporate job. Their presence felt heavy, almost intimidating.
Sasuma, who was sitting on the sofa, felt a small jolt of surprise when she saw them. These did not look like Rakesh’s usual friends.
The two men stepped inside, bent down, and touched her feet respectfully.
“Namaste Aunty,” Bheem said in a deep voice.
“Namaste,” Ustad added.
Sasuma nodded, still observing them. She could not help but notice their domineering physique and the stark contrast with her son’s scrawny body.
Just then, Monica walked out from the bedroom!!
She had returned from the gym barely fifteen minutes ago. She was wearing a loose, light-pink T-shirt with deep V neck which exposed her cleavage. The T-shirt was slightly loose on her body, but the thin fabric still couldn’t hide what was underneath — or rather, what was not underneath.
She was not wearing a bra.
Her massive, heavy breasts moved freely with every step. The soft cotton fabric of the top brushed against her nipples, making them faintly visible as two small points. With every movement, her breasts jiggled naturally — heavy, full, and completely unrestrained. The deep cleavage between them shifted and swayed as she walked. Her mangalsutra, sat over her breasts, symbolising this taboo situation.
Sasuma eyes widened slightly.
What is this? She thought.
Did she forget? Or was this a way to beat the heat in the scorching summer?
Or did she just not bother to wear a bra? Or was deliberately showing off to the guests?
All these questions, rushed through her mind. She felt a strange discomfort in her chest.
The T-shirt was not even tight, and the way her breasts moved freely inside it looked extremely sensual. Almost indecent for a married woman in front of guests.
Bheem and Ustad both flicked down their eyes to Monica’s chest for a brief second before they quickly looked away, maintaining polite expressions. But Sasuma caught it. She saw the quick glance. She saw how both men had registered that Monica was braless.
Rakesh’s eyes widened in surprise as well. He was quiet used to Monica’s shenanigans by now but
her strict mother’s presence added another layer of embarrassment.
Monica, however, behaved as if nothing was wrong. She felt she has been more than a dutiful daughter in law, she can afford to have some fun in presence of her Sasuma. After all she is a woman afterall. And it’s sweaty today, she can always blame the heat.
She smiled warmly. “Namaste Utsad Miya… Namaste Bheem ji.”
Both men smiled. “Namaste Bhabhi,” they said together.
Monica went to the kitchen and came back with coffee. She placed the tray on the centre table and sat down on the single sofa opposite the two men next to Rakesh.
Because she was braless, every time she leaned forward to serve, her heavy breasts swung forward heavily inside the T- shirt, the fabric stretching and shifting over her bare skin. Her mangalsutra swung with it.
She poured coffee for everyone.
“Here, please have some,” she said, handing a cup to Ustad. She had to lean quite close to him. Her breasts were barely a foot away from his face as she bent.
Bheem took the cup politely. “Thank you, Bhabhi.”
Monica giggled softly. “Arre, itna formal mat bano. Coffee toh piyo.” (Arre, don’t be so formal. At least drink the coffee.)
Ustad smiled. “Bhabhi, aapki coffee bahut achhi banti hai.” (Bhabhi, your coffee is very good.)
Monica laughed, tilting her head. “Aap log roz aaya karo phir. Main roz bana dungi.” (You both should come every day then. I’ll make it every day.)
She sat back, crossing her legs. Her breasts jiggled again with the movement. Sasuma noticed how both men’s eyes kept drifting — not in an obvious way.
After some time, Bheem cleared his throat and said,
“Actually Aunty, hum isliye aaye the… meri chhoti behen ki shaadi hai next month. Uttarakhand ke gaon mein. Rakesh bhai aur Bhabhi ko personally invite karne aaye the.”
(It's my younger sister marriage ceremony we came to invite Rakesh and Bhabhi)
Sasuma nodded slowly. “Accha… behen ki shaadi hai. Bahut achhi baat hai. Kahan ho rahi hai shaadi exactly?” ( Where the ceremony is happening)
Bheem answered, “Gaon mein hai, Aunty. bada sa function hai. Chote behen hai to karna padta hai...”
( In the village itself, it's a big mega function, she is younger sister so we have to do lot of arrangements..like you understand)
She nodded at Ustad.
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“Aap log kis company mein kaam karte ho?” (Which company do you people work in?)
Ustad smiled politely. “Logistics company mein, Aunty. Transport aur warehousing. Rakesh bhai se kuch kaam ke silsile mein mila tha pehle.” (In a logistics company, Aunty. Transport and warehousing. I had met Rakesh bhai earlier for some work.)
Rakesh sat quietly, letting them handle it. He and Monica had already WhatsApped them earlier in the day, telling them exactly what to say if his mother asked questions.
Sasuma was still not fully convinced, but she didn’t push further for now.
Monica came back with a plate of pakodas and leaned forward again to offer it to Ustad.
“I just made it Utsad miya,” she said with a bright smile.
As she leaned, her heavy breasts hung forward naturally inside the loose T-shirt. The fabric dipped low for a moment, giving a clear view of the deep valley between her bare breasts. Ustad took a pakoda, his eyes flicking down for half a second before he looked back at her face.
Monica didn’t seem to notice — or perhaps she didn’t care.
She turned to Bheem with the same plate.
“Aap bhi lo na,” she said, pouting slightly in a playful way. (You also take some,)
" Yaar Aaplog ek hi pakoda khaoge kya?” (Yaar, will you people eat only one pakoda?)
Ustad chuckled. “Bhabhi, aap itna force karogi toh saare kha lunga.” (Bhabhi, if you force this much, I will eat all of them.)
Monica laughed, throwing her head back lightly.
“Arre waah! Aap log bahut achhe ho. Rakesh kabhi aise nahi bolta.” (Arre waah! You people are very nice. Rakesh never talks like this.)
Sasuma asked " Beta kaunsa Gaon bataya tumne Uttarakhand main" (Beta, which village did you mention in Uttarakhand?)
Bheem replied "Dehradun se aage hai aunty.. thoda pahaad chadna padhega" (It is ahead of Dehradun aunty.. you will have to climb some mountain)
Morning light filtered weakly through the curtains. The rain had finally stopped, leaving only a soft, steady drip from the balcony. Monica woke up first, her body heavy and sensitive. She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling.
Her breasts felt swollen and tender, nipples still slightly sore from being sucked and pinched the night before. Between her thighs, she was sticky — a mix of dried syrup, her own wetness, and the remnants of Ustad saliva. Her inner thighs and ass cheeks carried faint red marks from strong hands and teeth. Her pussy felt puffy, warm, and still slick. Even now, hours later, a low, persistent throb of arousal pulsed deep inside her.
She bit her lip, remembering how shamelessly she had moaned, how she had lifted her ass for Ustad tongue. The memory made her clench involuntarily, a fresh trickle of wetness leaking into her pussy
What the hell is wrong with me? she thought. Why is my body reacting this way? I should feel ashamed… but I’m still wet. Still horny.
She glanced at Rakesh. He was sleeping deeply, looking exhausted — pale, dark circles under his eyes, mouth slightly open. He looked like a man who had been through something far worse than a simple hangover. His frail body evoked a feeling within her. Something she could not place a finger on.
Monica slipped out of bed quietly. The cool morning air made her shiver as she walked to the bathroom, her bare feet silent on the floor. She stood in front of the mirror for a long moment, studying her reflection. Her hair was messy, lips slightly swollen, neck and collarbone carrying faint love bites. Impressions of the night gone by.
She turned on the shower. The hot water cascaded over her body. She closed her eyes, letting the stream hit her swollen breasts first. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the heat soothed her tender skin. She soaped herself slowly, hands gliding over her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing her sensitive nipples. Lower down, she carefully washed between her thighs, fingers lingering on her smooth, shaved mound and puffy lips. The touch sent a sharp spark of pleasure through her.
She stayed under the shower longer than usual, lost in memories, each caress evoking flashes of last nights drunken debauchery. Finally, she dried herself, applied lotion to her marked skin, and got ready for office.
She chose a simple salwar kameez, the kameez was modest but still accentuated her chest. Maybe it was a knee jerk reflex of her mind, wanting the comfort of being a loyal wife again. She looked every bit the composed working wife again — a stark contrast to the moaning, nearly naked woman from last night.
Before leaving, she went to the bedroom. Rakesh was stirring weakly.
“Bye, Rak,” she said softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
Rakesh blinked slowly, his eyes unfocused. His voice was weak and slurred.
“Leaving for office?”
“Yes, urgent client meeting,” Monica replied smoothly. “How are you feeling?”
Rakesh rubbed his temples, looking exhausted.
“My head… it’s spinning a lot. Blackouts… I feel like I was drugged or something.”
Monica laughed lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Come on, they are your friends. You drank too much, that’s all.”
Rakesh nodded vaguely, struggling to form words.
“You okay? I think… I heard some shouts yesterday… while they were here…”
Monica smiled slyly, images from last night flashing before her eyes. She brushed his hair gently.
“Don’t tell me you don’t remember anything, Rak. You were blindfolded and we were playing a game. It was fun.”
Rakesh looked confused but nodded. “Oh yes… who won?”
Monica’s smile turned slightly mischievous.
“I think Bheem… but it was great fun. Your friends are really something, Baby”
Rakesh paused, his voice weak. “I see… lot of alcohol bottles. Did you also drink with them?”
Monica answered , standing up and adjusting her kameez.“Yeah, a little. Why?”
Rakesh shook his head slowly. “No… nothing.”
Monica leaned down again, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek - Like most women, Monica too wanted her man to take charge, but Rakesh just sulked quietly, something that Monica learned to accept with time.
“The kitchen is in a mess. Desserts and chocolate sauce are spilled everywhere. I couldn’t clean it properly. Please ask the maid to take care, Rak. Bye… love you. And once again, happy birthday, jaanu.”
Rakesh nodded faintly, barely able to keep his eyes open.
Arrival of In laws
A fortnight passed quietly.The memory of that intense night with Ustad, Bheem and Raju had settled into a strange, secret corner of Monica and Rakesh’s life. Neither of them brought it up. Life went back to its usual rhythm — office, home, and careful silences.
Though, Monica tried to bury those memories deep, they kept resurfacing at regular intervals, triggering a strange yearning within her. It was like an itch that her husband could not scratch.
One evening, while they were having dinner, Rakesh’s phone rang. It was his father calling from Jaipur. Rakesh listened for a while, then looked at Monica.
“Papa and Mummy want to come and stay with us for a month,” he said. “Papa has some medical tests in Delhi."
Monica looked at him. " When?"
"They’ll reach this Sunday.”
Monica nodded slowly. A whole month with her in-laws under the same roof. She already knew what that would demand from her. On the other hand, her urges were growing stronger. She felt a strange heat in her pussy. She will have to scratch this itch sooner rather than later. Did she have the resolve to fight this losing battle with herself?
Sunday morning, Monica woke up early. She bathed, left her long, silky hair open so it cascaded down her back. She picked up a simple white cotton bra from the drawer, slipped her arms through the straps, and reached behind to hook it comfortably over her breasts. She then stepped into the matching fullback white cotton panties, pulled them up over her hips, and adjusted the waistband so it sat neatly.
After that she wore a soft maroon and cream salwar kameez that gently hugged her full breasts and slim waist before flowing down over her hips, pinned her dupatta neatly, and put on her mangalsutra and red choodha, the sign of a decent married woman. The black beads of the mangalsutra rested beautifully between the gentle swell of her huge breasts, and the bangles made a soft sound with every movement of her fair, delicate wrists.
When Rakesh’s parents arrived, she was the first to open the door. She bent down and touched their feet.
“Namaste Papa… Namaste Ma.”
Her mother-in-law smiled as she looked at her bahu from head to toe.
“Arre waah, beta… aaj toh bahut sundar lag rahi hai tu.” (Wow, beta… you’re looking so beautiful today.)
Monica smiled shyly and replied, “Aap log itne din baad aa rahe ho, Ma. Thoda achhe se taiyaar hona chahiye na.” (You both are coming after so many days, Ma. I should dress nicely, no?)
From that very first day, Monica became the perfect daughter-in-law, eager to impress her in laws.
Every morning she would wake up early, make tea, and bring it to her mother-in-law.
Her mother-in-law would smile and say, “Beta, itni subah uthne ki zarurat nahi hai. ” ( there’s no need to wake up so early)
Monica would reply softly, “Ma, aap tension mat lijiye. Main sambhal lungi.” (Ma, don’t worry. I’ll manage everything.)
In the evening, Monica would try and come back early and rush to the kitchen...something she hated doing when staying with Rakesh alone.
But now she would painstakingly cook exotic dishes which her parents in law would love...
Her father in law would say "Aree Bahu, why do you have to make dinner everyday, your sasuma can also cook well!"
Monica would smile and say, “Aree Nahi Nahi... kuch din k lie hi aaye ho aap log......Aap log khush rahen, bas yahi kaafi hai, Papaji.”
(No No...how can that be...you have just come for few days....As long as you both are happy, that’s enough for me)
She did not wear shorts or revealing dresses these days - Mostly salwar kameez or kurti and she looked beautiful in that avatar too. Her long hair, fair glowing skin, and graceful walk made her look effortlessly beautiful in everything she wore.
One day in the bedroom at night, Rakesh looked at her with quiet concern.
“Monica, Relax , you look tired ,You’re doing too much,” he said one night. Even though, deep down he loved this subdued version of Monica. The usual Monica, was always too hot for him to handle.
Monica only smiled and turned off the light. “It’s just for a month, Rak. Let them feel happy.”
Rakesh still spoke "Mon, somedays Mom can also cook trust me"
Monica stopped him "Rakesh, not okay.. she is an old woman, now sleep dude..I have to get up early."
One friday, Monica had an office party after work. She informed her mother-in-law in the morning.
“Ma, aaj office mein party hai. Thoda late ho sakta hai.” (Ma, there’s a party at office today. I might get a little late.)
That morning, Monica wore a fitted dark blue top with tight light blue denim jeans. The jeans hugged her wide hips and full, round ass tightly, showing off her curves in a way her usual salwar suits did not. Her long hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and the fitted top followed the shape of her heavy breasts. She looked strikingly beautiful — modern, confident, and incredibly attractive.
As she came out of the bedroom, her mother-in-law looked at her from head to toe.
“Arre, yeh jeans aur top mein toh bilkul alag hi lag rahi hai tu.” (Arre, you’re looking completely different in these jeans and top)
Monica smiled “Party ke liye pehna hai, Ma. Main jaldi aa jaungi.” (I wore it for the party, Ma. I’ll come back soon.)
In the evening, when Monica returned from the party, it was already past ten. Her hair was slightly loose and there was a faint glow on her face.
She said, “Sorry Ma, bahut late ho gaya. Abhi jaldi se dinner bana deti hoon.” (Sorry Ma, it got very late. I’ll quickly make dinner now.)
Her mother-in-law looked at her quietly. The tight jeans still clung to Monica’s full hips and round ass.
That night, sasuma lay awake besides her husband. She couldn’t stop thinking about Monica. She had been quietly observing her son and his wife.
Even though monica played the perfect bahu, she could see through it. She knew it was an act. Being a woman, she knew the pressure on women to conform to societal expectation being a married woman & an obedient bahu.
What concerned Gayatri was Monica’s behaviour towards her son. She observed that when it was just the two of them, monica dominated rakesh. She wondered
“ It is natural for modern today’s generation women to dominate their husband or is it her Son is a jack ass”
She could have ignored that as well their personal matter. But Monica’s bold attire today, triggered something deep within her subconscious.
She remembered how effortlessly beautiful Monica looked even in simple salwar suits every day — her long silky hair, her fair glowing skin, the way her full breasts filled out her clothes, the natural sway of her ass when she walked, and the elegant way the mangalsutra rested between her breasts.
And then she thought of her own son. Rakesh was a good boy. Simple, hard-working, and responsible. But he was… ordinary. He didn’t have the charm, the confidence, looks or the physique that could tame a wild horse like Monica.
“Rakesh ko aisi bahu mil gayi… lekin kya woh uske layak hai?” she thought bitterly.
(Rakesh got such a bahu… but is he even worthy of her?)
She remembered how some of her friends’ daughters-in-law had left their husbands because they felt they were “not Man enough.” The thought made her stomach flutter with fear.
Monica is … so beautiful… men must be looking at her in office also. Can he really keep a woman like her satisfied?
A strange mix of envy and fear twisted inside her. She felt almost angry at Monica’s beauty, at the same time, she felt a guilty kind of admiration that refused to go away.
And the more she thought about it, the more restless and jealous she became.
In the adjacent room, Monica lay awake, trying to control the fire burning within her which only grew stronger. What the fuck!! She could not even wear revealing clothes to work due her In laws presence at home.
Ustad’s Invitation
It was a hot Sunday afternoon in the middle of May. The temperature outside had already crossed 42 degrees, but inside the flat the AC was running at full blast. After lunch, Rakesh sat with his mother in the living room while his father was resting in the bedroom.
He cleared his throat and said casually,
“Mummy, two of my friends are coming over in the evening for some time. Just a small visit.”
Sasuma looked up from her holy book.
“Office friends?” she asked.
Rakesh hesitated for a fraction of a second, then smiled.
“Haan… something like that. They wanted to meet us once.”
He didn’t elaborate. He couldn’t. Because the two men coming were Bheem and Ustad — how can he tell her about the betting ring, Impossible!! how both he and her Bahu would often bet around for fun..
His mother didn’t push further, but a small doubt cropped up within her.
At around 5 PM, the doorbell rang. Rakesh opened the door.
Bheem and Ustad stood outside. Both men were massive. Broad shoulders, thick muscular arms, and heavy gold bracelets on their thick, dark wrists. They were wearing simple shirts and trousers, but nothing about them looked like they worked in a corporate job. Their presence felt heavy, almost intimidating.
Sasuma, who was sitting on the sofa, felt a small jolt of surprise when she saw them. These did not look like Rakesh’s usual friends.
The two men stepped inside, bent down, and touched her feet respectfully.
“Namaste Aunty,” Bheem said in a deep voice.
“Namaste,” Ustad added.
Sasuma nodded, still observing them. She could not help but notice their domineering physique and the stark contrast with her son’s scrawny body.
Just then, Monica walked out from the bedroom!!
She had returned from the gym barely fifteen minutes ago. She was wearing a loose, light-pink T-shirt with deep V neck which exposed her cleavage. The T-shirt was slightly loose on her body, but the thin fabric still couldn’t hide what was underneath — or rather, what was not underneath.
She was not wearing a bra.
Her massive, heavy breasts moved freely with every step. The soft cotton fabric of the top brushed against her nipples, making them faintly visible as two small points. With every movement, her breasts jiggled naturally — heavy, full, and completely unrestrained. The deep cleavage between them shifted and swayed as she walked. Her mangalsutra, sat over her breasts, symbolising this taboo situation.
Sasuma eyes widened slightly.
What is this? She thought.
Did she forget? Or was this a way to beat the heat in the scorching summer?
Or did she just not bother to wear a bra? Or was deliberately showing off to the guests?
All these questions, rushed through her mind. She felt a strange discomfort in her chest.
The T-shirt was not even tight, and the way her breasts moved freely inside it looked extremely sensual. Almost indecent for a married woman in front of guests.
Bheem and Ustad both flicked down their eyes to Monica’s chest for a brief second before they quickly looked away, maintaining polite expressions. But Sasuma caught it. She saw the quick glance. She saw how both men had registered that Monica was braless.
Rakesh’s eyes widened in surprise as well. He was quiet used to Monica’s shenanigans by now but
her strict mother’s presence added another layer of embarrassment.
Monica, however, behaved as if nothing was wrong. She felt she has been more than a dutiful daughter in law, she can afford to have some fun in presence of her Sasuma. After all she is a woman afterall. And it’s sweaty today, she can always blame the heat.
She smiled warmly. “Namaste Utsad Miya… Namaste Bheem ji.”
Both men smiled. “Namaste Bhabhi,” they said together.
Monica went to the kitchen and came back with coffee. She placed the tray on the centre table and sat down on the single sofa opposite the two men next to Rakesh.
Because she was braless, every time she leaned forward to serve, her heavy breasts swung forward heavily inside the T- shirt, the fabric stretching and shifting over her bare skin. Her mangalsutra swung with it.
She poured coffee for everyone.
“Here, please have some,” she said, handing a cup to Ustad. She had to lean quite close to him. Her breasts were barely a foot away from his face as she bent.
Bheem took the cup politely. “Thank you, Bhabhi.”
Monica giggled softly. “Arre, itna formal mat bano. Coffee toh piyo.” (Arre, don’t be so formal. At least drink the coffee.)
Ustad smiled. “Bhabhi, aapki coffee bahut achhi banti hai.” (Bhabhi, your coffee is very good.)
Monica laughed, tilting her head. “Aap log roz aaya karo phir. Main roz bana dungi.” (You both should come every day then. I’ll make it every day.)
She sat back, crossing her legs. Her breasts jiggled again with the movement. Sasuma noticed how both men’s eyes kept drifting — not in an obvious way.
After some time, Bheem cleared his throat and said,
“Actually Aunty, hum isliye aaye the… meri chhoti behen ki shaadi hai next month. Uttarakhand ke gaon mein. Rakesh bhai aur Bhabhi ko personally invite karne aaye the.”
(It's my younger sister marriage ceremony we came to invite Rakesh and Bhabhi)
Sasuma nodded slowly. “Accha… behen ki shaadi hai. Bahut achhi baat hai. Kahan ho rahi hai shaadi exactly?” ( Where the ceremony is happening)
Bheem answered, “Gaon mein hai, Aunty. bada sa function hai. Chote behen hai to karna padta hai...”
( In the village itself, it's a big mega function, she is younger sister so we have to do lot of arrangements..like you understand)
She nodded at Ustad.
“Aap log kis company mein kaam karte ho?” (Which company do you people work in?)
Ustad smiled politely. “Logistics company mein, Aunty. Transport aur warehousing. Rakesh bhai se kuch kaam ke silsile mein mila tha pehle.” (In a logistics company, Aunty. Transport and warehousing. I had met Rakesh bhai earlier for some work.)
Rakesh sat quietly, letting them handle it. He and Monica had already WhatsApped them earlier in the day, telling them exactly what to say if his mother asked questions.
Sasuma was still not fully convinced, but she didn’t push further for now.
Monica came back with a plate of pakodas and leaned forward again to offer it to Ustad.
“I just made it Utsad miya,” she said with a bright smile.
As she leaned, her heavy breasts hung forward naturally inside the loose T-shirt. The fabric dipped low for a moment, giving a clear view of the deep valley between her bare breasts. Ustad took a pakoda, his eyes flicking down for half a second before he looked back at her face.
Monica didn’t seem to notice — or perhaps she didn’t care.
She turned to Bheem with the same plate.
“Aap bhi lo na,” she said, pouting slightly in a playful way. (You also take some,)
" Yaar Aaplog ek hi pakoda khaoge kya?” (Yaar, will you people eat only one pakoda?)
Ustad chuckled. “Bhabhi, aap itna force karogi toh saare kha lunga.” (Bhabhi, if you force this much, I will eat all of them.)
Monica laughed, throwing her head back lightly.
“Arre waah! Aap log bahut achhe ho. Rakesh kabhi aise nahi bolta.” (Arre waah! You people are very nice. Rakesh never talks like this.)
Sasuma asked " Beta kaunsa Gaon bataya tumne Uttarakhand main" (Beta, which village did you mention in Uttarakhand?)
Bheem replied "Dehradun se aage hai aunty.. thoda pahaad chadna padhega" (It is ahead of Dehradun aunty.. you will have to climb some mountain)
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