Adultery Mom's Village Affair

[Lousy1995]

Chapter 23: The Condition

I was lying on the bed, my whole body burning like someone had put coal inside my bones. The fever was not going down, even after Amma had given me medicine and put wet cloth on my forehead. My head was pounding, thud-thud-thud, like someone was hitting it with a small hammer from inside.

But I could not sleep.

Through the thin walls of our old house, I could hear voices coming from the hall. Ravi's voice was low and smooth, like always. Amma's voice was higher, nervous, hesitant. And Appa's voice... well, Appa was just making some drunken sounds, barely able to speak properly.

I turned my head on the pillow. The room was dark, only a little light coming from the hall through the gap under my door. I knew I should sleep. The doctor had said rest is important for fever. But how could I sleep when Ravi was in my house, standing so close to Amma, talking to her in that voice?

My curiosity was stronger than my sickness.

Slowly, very slowly, I pushed myself up from the bed. My arms were shaking. My legs felt like they were made of wet cloth. But I managed to sit up. I sat there for a moment, breathing hard, letting the dizziness pass. Then I put my feet on the floor.

The floor was cold against my feet. I stood up, holding onto the bed for support. The room spun around me for a second. I waited, holding my breath, until the spinning stopped. Then I took one step, then another, moving toward the door.

I reached the door and put my ear against it. The voices were clearer now. Ravi was saying something about waiting. Amma was explaining about my fever. I could hear the worry in her voice when she said my name.

I knew I should not do this. I knew I should stay in bed and rest. But I could not stop myself. I had to see. I had to know what was happening.

My hand found the door handle. I turned it very slowly, making sure there was no sound. Then I pulled the door open, just a small gap, just enough to see out into the hall.

From my position, I could see the hall clearly. The light from the single bulb hanging from the ceiling was dim and yellowish. Appa was lying on the cot in the corner, his arm hanging down, snoring loudly. He was completely drunk, as usual. His shirt was half-open, his hair was messy, and he smelled of arrack even from where I was standing.

And there, in the middle of the hall, stood Ravi and Amma.

At first glance, everything looked normal. Too normal. Like they were just two neighbors talking about ordinary things. Ravi was standing with his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed. Amma was standing a few feet away from him, her arms crossed over her chest, looking toward Appa.

But I could see the tension in the air. I could feel it, even from my room. There was something electric between them, something that made my stomach tight.

I stayed at the doorway, holding the door frame for support. My legs were weak, but I forced myself to stand. I was hidden in the shadows of my room, and they could not see me. The light was behind them, casting their shadows long on the floor.

Ravi spoke first. His voice was soft, but I could hear every word.

"Lakshmi," he said, "why didn't you come today? I was waiting for you. The whole day I waited."

Amma looked down at the floor. "Arjun has fever," she said. "High fever. I couldn't leave him alone. What if something happened?"

Ravi nodded. He took a step closer to her. "I understand," he said. "You are a mother first. That is natural. I am not angry."

He paused, looking at her face carefully. Then he continued, "But look at your situation now. Arjun is sick with fever. Murugan is completely drunk, cannot even stand straight. You are alone here, Lakshmi. What if something happens in the night? What if Arjun's fever gets worse? Who will help you?"

Amma looked up at him, her eyes worried. "I... I can manage," she said, but her voice was not sure.

Ravi shook his head. "No," he said firmly but gently. "I will stay here tonight. I will sleep in the hall. If anything happens, I will be here. You don't have to worry."

Amma's eyes widened. "No," she said quickly. "No, you cannot stay. If someone sees you leaving in the morning... Ravi, you know how this village is. One whisper and my reputation is finished. My family's reputation is finished."

She was right. In our village, gossip spread faster than fire. If anyone saw a man leaving our house early morning, especially a man like Ravi who was not related to us, the talk would start immediately. And once talk starts in a village, it never stops.

Ravi listened to her without interrupting. He had that patient look on his face, the look of a man who knows he will get what he wants eventually.

"I understand your concern," he said calmly. "You are thinking about the village people. But think about your son, Lakshmi. Think about his health. Is his safety not more important than some gossip?"

He took another step closer. Now he was standing very close to her, close enough that he could touch her if he wanted.

"And don't worry," he added, his voice dropping lower. "I will leave before dawn. Before anyone wakes up. Before the sun is even fully up. No one will see me. I promise you."

Amma looked at him, her face showing her confusion. She wanted to say no, I could see that. But she was also thinking about me, about my fever. She was trapped between her fear of gossip and her duty as a mother.

"Ravi..." she started.

"Just for tonight," he said softly. "Only because Arjun is sick. Tomorrow, if his fever is better, I will go back to my house. But tonight, let me stay. Let me help you. Let me be here for you."

I watched from my doorway, my heart beating fast. I could see what Ravi was doing. He was being very careful, very smart. He was not forcing her. He was not shouting or demanding. He was wrapping his request in concern and care, making it seem like he was doing this only for our benefit.

And it was working.

Amma looked at Appa, who was snoring loudly, completely useless. Then she looked toward my room. I quickly moved back a little, making sure she could not see me. When I looked again, she had turned back to Ravi.

"Okay," she said quietly. "You can stay. But you must leave early. Before anyone wakes up."

Ravi smiled. It was a small smile, but I saw the satisfaction in it. "I will," he promised. "Before the first light."

Then Amma asked the question that had been in her mind, I think. "But why did you come so late, Ravi? It is almost ten o'clock. Why did you come now?"

Ravi's expression changed. He looked at her directly, his eyes serious.

"Because you promised me," he said. "Yesterday morning, you promised me that you would come today. You promised you would fulfill my condition. I waited the whole day, Lakshmi. I waited and waited. But you didn't come."

Amma's face changed. She looked shocked by his directness. She turned away from him, her back straight, her hands clasped together.

"I... I couldn't," she said softly. "Arjun was sick..."

"I know," Ravi said. "I understand that. But you broke your promise. That is why I came. To remind you. To collect what you promised."

The words hung in the air between them. I strained to hear, my fever forgotten for a moment. What was this condition? What had Amma promised?

Amma remained silent, not looking at him. The silence stretched for a long moment. Then, suddenly, she asked, "Did you eat anything?"

Ravi blinked, surprised by the change of topic. "No," he admitted. "Not since afternoon. I was... waiting. I couldn't eat."

Amma's face softened. She had that motherly look now, the look she got when someone was hungry. "I will make dosa for you," she said. "After eating, you can sleep here in the hall."

She started moving toward the kitchen. Ravi watched her go, his eyes following her movements. Then he did something strange.

He walked over to Appa's cot.

I watched, confused, as Ravi knelt down beside my father. Appa was lying on his back, his mouth open, snoring, completely unconscious. Ravi leaned close to him, very close, until his mouth was right next to Appa's ear.

Then he started whispering.

I couldn't hear what he was saying. His voice was too low, meant only for Appa's ears. But I could see his lips moving. And I could see the expression on his face.

It was villainous.

His eyes were looking toward the kitchen, where Amma had gone. His lips were curved in a cruel smile. He was saying something, something that made him look like a predator who had caught his prey. There was mockery in his face, and lust, and triumph.

He kept whispering for a minute or two, his eyes fixed on the kitchen entrance. Then he stood up, still smiling that satisfied smile, and walked toward the kitchen.

I stayed at my doorway, my mind racing. What had he said to Appa? Why whisper to a man who was too drunk to understand anything?

But I didn't have time to think about it. Ravi had entered the kitchen.

I moved my position slightly, trying to get a better angle. From where I stood, I could see part of the kitchen through the doorway. The kitchen light was on, yellow and dim. Amma was standing at the stove, her back partially turned, mixing batter in a bowl.

Ravi entered slowly. His steps were quiet, deliberate. He moved like a cat hunting a mouse. His eyes were fixed on Amma's back, on her waist, on the curve of her hips under her saree.

Amma didn't hear him at first. She was focused on the cooking. The pan was heating on the stove.

Then Ravi spoke.

"What are you doing, Lakshmi?"

His voice was low, controlled, chilling.

Amma jumped. She turned around sharply, her hand on her chest. "Ravi!" she said, her voice sharp. "What do you want now? Go and wait in the hall. I am making food for you."

But then her eyes narrowed. She looked at him suspiciously. "And what were you saying to Murugan just now? I saw you whispering to him. What did you tell him?"

Ravi didn't flinch. He didn't try to lie or hide. He answered openly, boldly.

"I told him that tonight I am going to make out with you," he said. "Right here, in this house. Right near him. The same way he does with you."

Amma froze. Her face went pale. Then color rushed back to her cheeks, bright red.

"What... what are you saying?" she stammered. Her voice rose, shaking. "That will never happen! Not today, not with everyone here! That is the last thing I will do, Ravi! Have you lost your mind?"

Ravi raised his hand, signaling her to lower her voice. "Shh," he said calmly. "Don't shout. Someone might hear."

He took a step closer to her. "And yes, it will happen. You promised me, Lakshmi. Yesterday, you promised you would fulfill my condition today. You forgot. You broke your promise. That is why I came here. To collect what you owe me."

Amma's eyes filled with fear. She stepped back, until her back was against the kitchen counter.

"Please, Ravi," she whispered, her voice pleading. "Not today. Please. Everyone is here. My son is sick. My husband is here. If anything happens... if anyone finds out... my whole life will collapse, Ravi. Everything will be finished."

Ravi looked at her, his expression softening but remaining firm.

"Even if your family breaks," he said quietly, "I will glue it back together. With me at the center. And you will be the queen of my house. The queen of my heart."

The words were like something from a film. Romantic words, proposal words. But coming from Ravi's mouth, in this situation, they were twisted and wrong.

Amma stood there, dumbfounded. She didn't know what to say. I could see her face from my position—she was confused, shocked, but also... something else. Something I couldn't name.

Ravi took another step closer. Now he was standing right in front of her. He raised his hand slowly and pressed his index finger against her lips, stopping her from speaking.

"Wait," he said softly. "You are curious about the condition, aren't you? You want to know what it is?"

Amma's eyes were wide. She didn't move. She stood frozen, his finger on her lips.

I watched from my doorway, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wanted to know too. What was this condition? What was Ravi demanding from her?

My fever was making me dizzy, but I forced myself to stay standing. I wanted to move closer, to hear better, but I couldn't. My legs were too weak. I was trapped at my doorway, watching from a distance, frustrated and curious and angry all at the same time.

Ravi lowered his finger from Amma's lips. She took a breath, then asked the question that changed everything.

"Ravi," she said, her voice serious and clear. "Tell me the truth. Are we trying to have a baby? Is that what this is about? The surrogacy? Or are you just manipulating me? Are you just using me to become your wife , prostitute for your own desire?"

The question hung in the air like a knife.

Ravi's face changed. For a moment, his eyes flashed with anger. His hand shot up, and for a second I thought he was going to slap her. I tensed, ready to rush out even in my weak condition.

But he stopped. His hand froze in mid-air. He looked at it, then slowly lowered it.

"What prostitute?" he said, his voice sharp. "What are you talking about?"

He took a deep breath, controlling himself. When he spoke again, his voice was different. Softer. Sincere. Or pretending to be sincere.

"Lakshmi," he said, looking into her eyes. "I love you. I love you the same way I love Meena. Both of you are my life. Even if you leave all of this behind—your husband, this house, everything—and come with me, I will make sure you live with every bit of happiness I can give you."

He paused, letting his words sink in.

"I know this whole thing started because of the surrogacy," he continued. "The baby. That was the original plan. But after some time... I slowly started loving you. I couldn't help it. And now it has come to this. I never thought of you as a prostitute, Lakshmi. Never. I think of you as... as someone precious. Someone I want to keep with me. I will support you. I will take care of you."

As I watched from my doorway, I thought to myself—what a smooth talker this Ravi was. If any other woman had heard these words, she would have fallen for him immediately. These were the kind of words women dreamed of hearing from their husbands. Romantic words. Loving words.

I looked at Amma's face, hoping she would see through it. Hoping she would remember Appa, remember her family, remember everything.

But I was disappointed.

I saw it clearly—a faint blush rising on her cheeks. A small, fleeting smile touching the corners of her mouth. It was there for only a few seconds, but I saw it.

In that moment, I felt that Amma had already stepped into the trap. Ravi had her. He had the upper hand now.

They stood there, looking at each other. The air between them was thick, charged with something I didn't fully understand but could feel. It was like a romantic moment from a movie, intense and quiet.

Then suddenly, a sharp smell filled the air.

Smoke.

The dosa on the pan had burned. Amma gasped and rushed to the stove, grabbing the pan and moving it away. She threw the burnt dosa into the dustbin, her movements quick and flustered.

The moment was broken.

If the dosa had not burned right then, I don't know what would have happened. That charged silence might have led to something else entirely.

Amma started preparing a fresh dosa. Her hands were shaking slightly as she poured the batter onto the pan. Ravi stood nearby, watching her.

After a moment of silence, Amma spoke again. Her voice was careful, slow.

"Ravi," she said, not looking at him. "Tell me. What is this condition you keep talking about? The one you refused to tell me yesterday. What is it?"

Ravi smiled slightly. That knowing, confident smile.

"Five years ago," he began, "I saw a couple in my sugarcane field. It was almost evening, getting dark. I didn't know who they were. But they were doing something. I went closer... and I saw that she was giving him a blowjob."

The words hit me like a physical blow. I froze at my doorway.

"Seeing that," Ravi continued, "created a strong urge in me. I went home and asked my wife Meena to do the same. She refused. She said she would never do that kind of thing. For the past few years, I've kept asking her, but she always declines."

He looked at Amma steadily, his eyes intense.

"So that's all," he said. "That's the thing. That's my condition. I hope now you understand what I'm asking you."

Amma looked at him, her expression confused. She didn't seem to fully understand at first.

"So..." she said slowly, "just because your first wife didn't give you a blowjob... you manipulated me for this?"

Then, surprisingly, a slight smile appeared on her face. It was a teasing smile, almost playful. "What if I refuse?" she asked. "Will you go and marry another woman?"

They continued talking in that light way, both of them laughing softly. The tension had broken into something almost casual, almost domestic. Amma was cooking, Ravi was standing close to her eating the fresh dosa she had prepared, and they were talking like... like a couple.

But I was still frozen at my doorway.

Blowjob.

The word echoed in my mind.

I had heard that word before, whispered by boys at college, spoken in hushed tones. I knew what it meant. And the moment I understood that this was Ravi's condition—that he wanted Amma to do this to him—I felt something dark rise inside me.

I couldn't name the feeling. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong. But there was a part of me—a shameful, hidden part—that wanted it to happen.

All this time, I had seen Amma fully naked. I had witnessed her having sex with Ravi. But I had never seen her sucking another man's cock. That was something different. Something I had never imagined seeing.

The thought sent an instant, hard arousal through my fever-weakened body. I felt guilty immediately, disgusted with myself. But I couldn't stop the images forming in my mind.

After finishing the dosa, Ravi turned to Lakshmi again. His face was serious now, the playful moment gone.

"So," he asked directly. "What's your answer, Lakshmi? Will you do it?"

Amma stood nearby, looking at him. Her face was uncertain.

"I... I have never tried or done anything like that," she admitted. Her voice was soft, almost embarrassed. "I don't know how..."

She paused. I could see her thinking, calculating.

"And I know one thing," she continued. "If I refuse, you will not leave me alone the entire night. You will keep asking, keep pressuring. It will become a real nuisance."

She shook her head then, like a little girl refusing candy. But there was no strength in the refusal.

Ravi saw it too. He moved closer to her, his hands coming together in a pleading gesture.

"Please, please, Lakshmi," he begged. His voice was soft, earnest. "You were the one who agreed to the condition. You promised. I've been holding onto this expectation for so many years. Please, Lakshmi. Please say yes."

He kept pleading, his voice getting softer, more desperate. He looked like a child asking for a toy.

And finally, after what seemed like forever, Amma nodded.

"Okay," she whispered. "I will do it."

Ravi's face exploded with joy. He looked like a small boy who had just received his favorite gift. His eyes lit up, and a huge smile spread across his face.

He stepped forward and hugged her tightly, wrapping his arms around her waist. He hugged her the way a child would hug his mother—pure, innocent delight.

But there was nothing innocent about what they were going to do.

Amma's expression remained unreadable as he hugged her. She didn't hug him back, but she didn't push him away either.

I watched from my doorway, my mind spinning. How could she accept this so easily? Even though she had little room to refuse—trapped by her promises, by Ravi's persistence, by the situation—I could see that she had also begun slowly falling for him. She was beginning to want this, beginning to want him, even if she didn't fully realize it yet.

Ravi broke the hug. He was still smiling, but now his smile had changed. It was predatory again, hungry.

"I will close the windows," he said. "And the  doors. We need privacy."

He moved around the kitchen, closing the window that looked out into the backyard. Then he went to the back door and checked the latch, making sure it was secure. He moved with methodical care, like a man preparing for something important.

Amma watched him. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Ravi turned to her. "No one should see this," he said. "The way I myself witnessed something similar five years ago. This is private. This is just for us."

Then he asked, "Shall we do it here? Or would you rather go back to the room?"

Amma looked confused. Her earlier fear returned to her eyes. She looked around the kitchen, then toward the hall.

"Do we have to do it here?" she asked. "Because..."

She trailed off, not finishing the sentence.

Ravi interrupted her. "See, Lakshmi," he said calmly. "No one is going to disturb us. Look at that guy Murugan—he is completely drunk, can't even speak, won't wake up until morning. And your son... he is sleeping with high fever. He is weak, unconscious probably. No one will interrupt us."

He stepped closer to her, his voice dropping to a whisper. "We can do it here. Or we can go to the bedroom. Wherever you are comfortable. But don't worry about being caught. We are safe."

They went back and forth for a while, Amma expressing her fears, Ravi reassuring her. Finally, after repeated discussion, she agreed.

"Okay," she said. "We can go to the room."

Ravi immediately seized her hand. He tugged her toward the bedroom, eager and insistent.

But Amma slipped free from his grasp. "Wait," she whispered.

She moved methodically then. First, she extinguished the kitchen light. The kitchen went dark. Then she walked into the hall and turned off the hall light. The house plunged into darkness, save for a single dim lamp flickering in the corner of the hall.

Before following Ravi to the bedroom, Amma paused. She glanced toward my room, her eyes darting with apprehension. She was checking to see if I was awake, if I could hear them.

I quickly shut my door all the way, making sure she couldn't see me. I heard her footsteps pause for a moment, then continue.

Now the house was submerged in darkness. Only that one dim lamp provided any light, and it cast long, shifting shadows on the walls.

I waited for a minute, my heart pounding. Then I slowly opened my door again. The hall was dark and quiet. Appa was still snoring on his cot. The bedroom door was closed, but I could see light coming from the gap at the bottom.

I crept out of my room. My body was still weak, my fever still burning, but I moved quietly, carefully. The old house bore the weight of years, and I knew which floorboards creaked and which were safe to step on.

I reached my mother's bedroom door. It was an old door, hanging imperfectly on its hinges. It never latched completely—there was always a small gap.

I pressed my eye to the crack.

Through the narrow opening, I saw Ravi. He had already removed all his clothes. He stood completely naked, his body muscular and strong in the dim light. And between his legs... his cock stood rigid and massive, pointing directly toward Amma.

He was fully erect, throbbing with anticipation.

Amma stood a few feet away from him. She was still wearing her saree—the soft peach-pink saree that shifted to rose-pink in the dim light. The fabric had a subtle sheen, with large stylized floral motifs in muted copper-gold, bordered by intricate gold zari work. Her blouse was vibrant magenta-pink, fitting snugly against her short sleeves.

Around her neck hung her two thaalis—one from Appa, one from Ravi. The gold chains caught the light, gleaming against her skin. Gold jhumka earrings dangled from her ears, their bell shapes catching what little light remained in the room.

She looked beautiful. Like a bride. Like a goddess.

But she was trembling.

She had covered her eyes with her hands, her fingers spread across her face. Her voice was shaking with embarrassment.

"What is this, Ravi?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can't you wait a moment? Why such urgency? Why are you already... like that?"

Ravi's voice came thick with desire, heavy and hungry.

"You don't understand this feeling, Lakshmi," he said. "You don't know how long I've waited for this moment. Since morning, this is all I've thought about. This is all I've anticipated. Now... remove your hands and come to me. I've been burning for you since morning with this hunger. I cannot wait anymore."

Lakshmi slowly lowered her hands from her eyes. But she remained frozen in place, not moving toward him. Her face was flushed crimson, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and... something else.

Ravi closed the distance between them. He took her hand—her small, delicate hand—and guided it to his throbbing erection.

Amma's face turned even redder as she felt his heat, his hardness. She looked down, then quickly looked away, her embarrassment complete.

"What should I do now, Ravi?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I don't know what to do. I have never..."

Ravi smiled down at her, his hand still guiding hers against his cock.

"Don't worry," he said softly. "I will teach you. Just kneel down, Lakshmi. Kneel down and take it in your mouth. That is all. That is everything I want from you tonight."

He gently pressed on her shoulders, encouraging her to lower herself.

And as I watched from the crack in the door, my breath held, my heart hammering, my body burning with fever and something darker, Amma slowly began to sink to her knees in front of him.

The moment had come.

The condition was about to be fulfilled.