Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 180 – Now Sangeeta Had To Deal With Zafar

 

Pihu’s POV- I knew very well that chacha wouldn't be able to have sex with Sangeeta himself due to his age. That's why my plan was never to have Sangeeta sex with chacha. Instead, my plan was something else entirely. I wanted Sangeeta to have sex not with chacha, but with his son, Zafar. Firstly, he's quite young, almost the same age as me. And secondly, and most importantly, his stamina is incredible. I know this because I've had sex with Zafar once before. That's why I know his stamina so well. So I planned for Sangeeta to have sex with his son instead of chacha. My plan was to first take Sangeeta to chacha's shop, where chacha would get her aroused. And then his son, Zafar, would do the real work. The first stage of this plan was successfully completed. Chacha did his part perfectly. Now it was time to execute the next and most important stage of my plan. And for this, I would need not chacha, but his son, Zafar. Until now, I had discussed everything and the plan only with chacha. I hadn't talked to Zafar about this yet. But now the time had come to include him in my plan. So, the next day, in the afternoon, when I was alone at home (Bijan was at his office), I called Zafar. The last time I went to chacha's house to pick up my blouse and had sex with Zafar there, I had taken his phone number on my way back. Now I needed it. I dialed Zafar's number, and it started ringing. After a few rings, Zafar answered my call. As soon as Zafar picked up my call, he said, "What's the matter!!! I wonder which direction the sun rose from today. You're calling me yourself today!!! So, after all this time, you finally remembered me, huh?" I laughed and replied, "I often think of you. There's nothing wrong with that." Hearing my reply, Zafar said, "Oh, is that so? Then tell me honestly, do you miss me, or my dick?" I laughed and said, "Both." Zafar immediately said, "If that's the case, then why don't you call me, and why haven't you met me again since that day? Why?" I said, "Understand, buddy, I'm a married woman. I'm someone's wife. I have my own family. The incident of having sex with you happened unexpectedly, and that too because of chacha. I neither had any plan nor any intention of having sex with you that day. But I have to admit, I enjoyed having sex with you a lot. But as a married woman, I can't meet you and have sex with you every single day, can I? Otherwise, my husband will start suspecting me. Yes, if I get a chance sometime, I will definitely have sex with you again, that's for sure." Hearing my words, Zafar said, "I think that opportunity has come again, hasn't it? And that's why you called me just now, to talk about that, right?" I said, "You've guessed correctly. But how did you know?" Zafar laughed and said, "Because I know you went to our shop yesterday. I saw you from a distance when you were leaving our shop. I was coming back to the shop after having lunch. I saw you leaving our shop from a distance. I was happy to see you again suddenly after so many days, especially at our shop. I thought for a moment that I should call out to you, stop you, talk to you..." I interrupted him and said, "Then why didn't you stop me? Although I didn't see you, if you had called out to me, I would have definitely stopped." Zafar said, "I was about to call out to you, but I saw someone else with you.  She was probably a friend of yours, so I didn't call out. But you went to our shop, did you need something? Did you give something to be stitched, like a blouse?" I replied, "Yes, I did give two blouses to be stitched, but it wasn't mine."

Zafar said, "Then whose?" I said, "The one you saw with me yesterday.  Actually, I called you to talk about her." Zafar said, "I don't understand." I said, "I understand you completely. Listen, the woman you saw with me yesterday is a friend of mine. Her name is Sangeeta. We both went to your shop to get her blouses stitched. But that's not the real reason. There's another reason behind it, which only Chacha knows so far." Hearing me, Zafar asked in surprise, "Abba (father) knows!! But he didn't say anything to me!!" I said, "He'll tell you later. But listen to the real thing. You'll be home next Sunday, won't you?" Zafar said again, surprised, "Yes, I will. But why are you suddenly asking this?" I said, "I'll tell you. I called you to tell you and explain everything." Zafar said, "If you tell me clearly, it will be easier for me to understand." I said, "Listen. My friend who was with me yesterday is quite sexy. And she has her eyes on my husband. And I want to teach her a lesson. And for that, I need your help." Zafar said, "I understand that. But how will I help you?" I said, "Listen, next Sunday, I'll pretend to go to your house to pick up the blouses delivery, and I'll take my friend with me. And you'll teach her a lesson in your own way. Understood?" Zafar said, "Yes, yes, I completely understand. And don't worry at all. I will definitely help you. I'll fuck her with my dick so hard that she'll completely forget about your husband. But tell me one thing, although I only saw a glimpse of your friend yesterday, I didn't notice her properly. Is everything about her alright?" I said, "Alright!!! She used to study with me in college. No other girl in our group had boobs as big as hers. Her boobs are even bigger than mine. And on top of that, she recently gave birth to a baby girl, so her boobs have become even bigger. Almost the size of watermelons.” Hearing this, Zafar said, “Stop, stop! Don't say anything more. Just hearing you talk has already made my dick hard.” I said, “Why, isn't your wife at home?” Zafar said, “She is.” I said, “Then go to your wife and have sex with her to calm yourself down. What else?” Zafar said, “It would be better if you came to me. I'll calm myself down by having sex with you.” I said, “I'm going on Sunday. You can have sex with me then.” Zafar said, “It's good that you called me beforehand and told me all this. I'll send my wife to her parents' house that day.” I said, “One more thing.” Zafar said, “Tell me.” I said, “My friend is quite clever and cunning. Although I had chacha lick her boobs and pussy yesterday, yet if she finds out that I brought her to your house to have sex with you, the whole plan will be ruined. So we have to be very careful. You understand, right?” Zafar said, “I understand. Don't worry. Just bring your friend to our house once. I'll handle the rest myself.” I said, “I have complete faith in you, that's why I chose you for this job. Just make sure she forgets about my husband.” Zafar said, “I'll fuck her in such a way that she'll forget about your husband and become addicted to my dick.” I said, “That's enough for me. Okay, I'm hanging up now. See you on Sunday.” Zafar said, “Wait, although we'll meet on Sunday, give me something for today.” I laughed and said, “What should I give you?” Zafar said, "At least give me a kiss over the phone." I made a kissing sound into the phone and said, "Mmm... there you go." Zafar said, "Ah, that's so sweet, it warmed my heart." I laughed and hung up the call. And I started wondering to myself what would happen next Sunday.


I didn't talk to Sangeeta for the next few days. I called her directly on Saturday night, "Do you remember that we have to go to Chacha's house tomorrow afternoon to pick up your blouses?" Sangeeta said, "Yes, I remember." I said, "Okay. Come to our house tomorrow after you're ready. Then we'll both go to Chacha's house together." Sangeeta said, "Okay." The next day was Sunday. Bijan had the day off. He was at home. I told him, "Have lunch a little early today." Bijan asked, "Why?" I said, "I'm going out after lunch." Bijan asked, "Suddenly?" I said, "Yes. Sangeeta is coming. I'm going out with her." As soon as Bijan heard Sangeeta's name, his face lit up with joy. He thought he might get to have sex with me and Sangeeta at home. He said, "Sangeeta is coming?" I disappointed him by saying, "Yes. But you don't need to be so happy, Bijan. As soon as she arrives, we'll both leave." He said, "But where?" I said, "I'll tell you later." After eating, I went to the bedroom to get ready. And Bijan sat in the drawing-room watching TV. He had thought that he would get to have sex with his wife and his wife's friend on his day off, but since I had broken his heart, he was a little disappointed. Anyway, I put on a saree and a blouse. I didn't put on much makeup, because I knew that even if I did, it wouldn't last long with Zafar around. So, instead of wasting time on excessive makeup, I just did a little touch-up. I got ready, came out of the bedroom, and sat down on the sofa next to Bijan in the drawing-room. Bijan looked at me and asked, "Oh my God!!! Tell me, where are you going all dressed up like this?” Before I could answer, the doorbell of our flat rang. I knew it would be Sangeeta, because I had asked her to come to our house at this time. I got up from the sofa and opened the door.  Just as I expected, Sangeeta was standing outside. I noticed she was wearing a saree and blouse, just like me, but she was quite beautifully made up. I said, “Hey Sangeeta, you're all dressed up!” Sangeeta looked at me and said, “You look quite beautiful in this saree too.” I said, “Thank you, come inside.” Sangeeta said, “No, I won't come inside. I've left my daughter at home. Let's go quickly and come back.” I chuckled a little at her words. Because she had no idea how long it would take there with Zafar around. Before I could say anything, Bijan, hearing Sangeeta's voice, also got up and stood beside me. Then, seeing Sangeeta, he said, “Hey Sangeeta, you've come to our house after such a long time, at least come inside once. Then you can leave with your friend.” Sangeeta didn't dare to do or say much in front of Bijan. She only said, “No Bijan. We're getting late.” Then she looked at me and said, “You're already ready. Let's go.” I laughed, grabbed her hand, and pulled her inside the house, saying, “I'm ready. But you sit down for a while before you go. Otherwise, Bijan will feel bad.” At my words, both Bijan and Sangeeta blushed a little. They both thought I was teasing them about their past with that remark. So Bijan quickly said, “No, no, there's nothing like that.” I laughed and said, "So, if Sangeeta comes to our house and sits down, you won't like it?" Bijan immediately said, "I didn't say that. What I meant was..." Hearing him and seeing his predicament, I laughed and said, "Whatever you meant, I'll figure it out later. We're getting late." Then I looked at Sangeeta and said, "Don't just stand there, come and sit down. I'll just get my purse. Then we'll both leave." Bijan now looked at Sangeeta and asked, "But where are you two going? At least tell me that. I've been asking Pihu about this for so long, but she's not telling me. At least you tell me." Sangeeta replied, "We have some work to do, just the two of us friends. Why are you, a man, interfering between two women?"


Bijan was a little taken aback by Sangeeta's reply. I laughed and said, "Hey, we both ordered two blouses to be made for Sangeeta. We're going to pick them up now. Happy?!" Bijan said, "If you had told me this earlier, I wouldn't have had to hear all this from Sangeeta." I laughed and said, "Well, you've heard what you needed to hear. Wait, I'll get my purse." Saying this, I went to the bedroom and came out with my purse. As we were leaving, Bijan did something that left me stunned. Neither I nor Sangeeta had any idea he would do something like that. As Sangeeta was bending forward to put on her sandals, Bijan suddenly grabbed Sangeeta right in front of me and squeezed her boobs hard through her saree. I saw Sangeeta wiggle her hips and touch Bijan's cock with her butt once. These two are getting bolder by the day. I laughed to myself and thought, "Yes, yes, do whatever you want with my husband. You have no idea what's going to happen to you after this." Sangeeta immediately stood up straight and looked at me, saying, "Look, Pihu, your husband's antics. He's ruined the fitting of my bra. There's no time to fix it now. I'll feel uncomfortable walking on the street wearing my bra like this." I said, "Do one thing, fix it now." Hearing this, Sangeeta started walking towards our bedroom. I asked her, "Where are you going?" Sangeeta turned around and said, "To your bedroom." I said, "Why?" Hearing my question, Sangeeta said, "Why? You just told me to fix my bra now. And you're asking why I'm going to the bedroom?!" I said, "I asked you to adjust your bra, why do you need to go all the way to the bedroom for that?" Sangeeta, looking even more surprised, asked, "So where should I go?" I said, "You don't need to go anywhere. You can adjust your bra right here." Sangeeta then pointed towards Bijan and said, "How can I adjust my bra here?" I said, "Why? What's the problem? You're talking as if you've never been naked in front of Bijan before, and as if he's never seen you naked. Stop the drama and adjust your bra right here. We're getting late." Hearing this, Sangeeta blushed but didn't say anything else. She quietly unhooked her blouse and started adjusting her bra. I noticed that Bijan's entire attention was focused on Sangeeta's boobs only. No one can change men's intentions and nature, not even their wives. Even after all that had happened, he was still staring at Sangeeta and her boobs right in front of me. Sangeeta adjusted her bra, put her blouse back on, and straightened her saree. Then she said to me, "Let's go now." Then the two of us friends left our house for chacha's house.


I had been to chacha's house once before. That's why I remembered his address. I took Sangeeta with me and arrived at chacha's house. When I described my previous visit to chacha's house, I mentioned that it was a five-story building. Chacha, Zafar, and his family live on the third floor. Their workshop is also there, where both father and son work. The last time I was here, I met Zafar for the first time in his workshop, where he was working. I stood in front of their house, took out my phone, and called Zafar. After one ring, Zafar answered and said, "Yes, Pihu, tell me." I said, "We've both arrived." Zafar said, "Okay, bring your friend upstairs. I'm alone." I said "Okay" and hung up the call. I looked at Sangeeta and said, "Come on, Zafar, Chacha's son, is upstairs. Let's go and get your blouses." Hearing this, Sangeeta said, "Pihu, I paid for the blouses that day, didn't I?" I said, "Yes. What about it?" Sangeeta said, "Then you do one thing." I said, "What?" Sangeeta said, "I'll stand here downstairs. You go and get my blouses. I'll be right here. Come back quickly. Then we'll go somewhere else." Hearing this from Sangeeta, I started to feel scared. Because this had the potential to ruin my plan before it even started. I quickly said, "Hey, what are you saying!? Where will you stand here alone!? You come with me too." Sangeeta said, “Oh, what will I do by going there? I've already paid the money. You just go, show this receipt, and bring my blouses. Simple.” I said, “What strange things are you saying!! This is your blouses, you gave it to be stitched. How can I pick it up?” Sangeeta said, “Why, what's the problem? I've already paid the money, so what difference does it make whether you go or I go to pick up the delivery? Especially since you have the receipt.  It's the same whether you go or I go to pick it up. Go, bring it quickly.” I said, “There is a difference. A big difference.” Sangeeta said, “What?” I said, “The blouses are yours. You gave the measurements, how can I take the delivery? How will you know if the blouses don't fit you?” Sangeeta said, “I'll go home and try them on. If the blouses fit me, fine, otherwise I'll come back.” I said, “It would be better if you come with me now and try on your blouses here and check the fitting. If any alterations are needed, Zafar is here, he'll fix instantly. Right?” Sangeeta started thinking for a moment after hearing this. I said, “Now don't waste your time and mine standing here thinking. Since you've come all this way, come upstairs with me. Take the delivery of the blouses yourself and check them by trying them on. And make sure they’re perfect. Come on.” Sangeeta then said, “Okay, let's go.” Hearing this, I felt relieved. Finally, the bird had fallen into my trap. I happily took her upstairs.


Just like last time, Zafar was sitting in his workshop, engrossed in his work. Seeing us, he stopped working and came forward, saying, "Come in, Pihu. It's been a long time since I've seen you. You don't come here anymore." I smiled and replied, "Look, I'm here now. And I haven't come alone; I've brought my friend with me." Saying this, I introduced Sangeeta to him. "Zafar, this is my friend Sangeeta. We've come to pick up her blouses. And Sangeeta, this is Zafar Chacha's youngest son." They both greeted each other, and then Zafar said, "Come, both of you, come inside." Just like last time, this time too, I took Sangeeta with me and we sat down in his workshop. As soon as we sat down, Sangeeta handed Zafar the receipt for her blouses and said, "Here, this is the receipt for my blouses." But Zafar, without paying attention to the receipt, said, "All that can wait. You both sit down, I'll get you both some sherbet (a water-based drink made by diluting sweetened fruit juices and served with ice) first." Sangeeta said, "No, no. There's no need for that. Just give me my blouses. That’ll be enough." Zafar now looked directly into Sangeeta's eyes and said in a somber voice, "There is a need. Pihu is one of our special customers. And you are her friend.  That makes you a special customer too to us. And besides, this is your first time at our house. You are our guest. And hospitality is our custom. The last time Pihu came to our house to pick up her blouse, I treated her specially. She probably still remembers my hospitality. When you leave here today, you will probably like our hospitality too. And you will always remember me and my hospitality, just like your friend Pihu remembers it till date. So sit down, I'll bring the sherbet right away." Saying this, he left without giving Sangeeta a chance to say anything else. As soon as he left, Sangeeta whispered in my ear, "This man is a bit strange, isn't he? I didn't understand anything he said." "You'll find out in a little while what kind of hospitality Zafar was talking about," I said to myself, feeling secretly pleased. Then I looked at her and reassured her, "Don't worry. Last time I was here, he made and served me a sherbet with his own hands. This is their way of their hospitality. They consider anyone who comes to their house as their guest and treat them accordingly. Didn't you hear? He did the same for me last time, even though I refused. They don't listen to their guests when it comes to hospitality. He didn't listen to me, and he won't listen to you either. He will definitely show you hospitality, whether you want to have it or not." Hearing this, Sangeeta said, "What a strange custom!" I replied, "It's not a custom, you can call it love. They express their love to their guests through their hospitality. Now don't say anything more, and enjoy their hospitality, just like I did the exact last time." (Contd.)

 

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