13-09-2019, 08:07 AM
"Keep your voice low," he said leaning forward into her, "Aunty's hearing is very good."
Nishma smiled as he made it clear to her that he didn't want Aunt to find out that he was overstepping his boundaries.
"It's fine Uncle," she retorted, "I won't tell on you."
"You have to watch out," she said, "getting too close to other women would get you in trouble - that's what happened in the past," she added, clearly hinting that she knew about his past. Uncle was surprised and slowly withdrew his hand from her waist. There was a little bit of disappointment on his face.
"Sorry Uncle, I was joking," she said turning towards him. His hand now rested on her back and her heaving breasts were right in front of him. She once again realized how naked she felt in front of him.
"Forget about that," he asked lowering his voice and taking a tiny step towards her.
"You are so tall - what made you choose him?"
"What's in height uncle besides there is no point crying over spilled milk," she replied jokingly.
They both giggled trying to contain their laughters. I had perhaps entered the scene at this time. Even from the behind view I could see Nishma's right breast jutting out obscenely; I could only imagine how irresistible she must have looked from front.
"And you are so beautiful - wish I had such a luck," he uttered without any emotion.
"You are so kind uncle. You are lucky yourself with such a pretty wife."
"I wish she was healthy too," he added with a little resentment in his voice.
"I hope she recovers fast too," responded Nishma.
"I still envy his fate," he quickly said turning into more jovial discussion.
"Uncle he is just a husband - although a woman dreams of a charming and dynamic husband like you - not everyone is fortunate," she quickly retorted with a mischievous smile. I thought she meant it as a sly remark and perhaps that was her intention too but Nishma is not quite certain about this anymore. Uncle should have backed off but he instead he took one step closer and pulled her into his arms. She was caught off guard with his sudden move. She moved her one hand to his shoulder and with the other hand she grabbed the the platform. She was in his arms; her right breast met his shoulder and she could feel his manhood against her thigh.
The situation had escalated much faster than we imagined. I evaluated my options and thought of intervening, yet at the same time I knew that this was the moment I had been longing for. Uncle confidently responded, "and what she can't find in her husband she looks for in other men of her family!"
Nishma was silent. Except for the burning sound of the stove there was practical emptiness in the room. Uncle inspected her breasts in a direct manner. She desperately tried to avoid his eyes and turned to adding the milk to the tea. As soon as she put back the cup on the platform, he swiftly pulled her into his embrace. Nishma supported herself with her hands on his shoulders. His hands moved southwards from waist and caressed her large butt. I could clearly see how small his hands looked while trying to knead her butt.
Uncle then moved his hand up and untied her hair. She had tied her hair behind with a simple band. He let her hand loose and played with it feeling the soft, silkiness of her hair between his fingers. The aroma of the tea was permeating through the room. Uncle pulled her head down and I saw my beautiful wife leaning forward to offer her lips to him. Nishma played coy but submissive. Uncle confidently parted his lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She reluctantly kissed him back but more in amateurish way. Uncle held her head in place with his hand on her neck and continued kissing her. Uncle squeezed her left breast. She winced with his rough move and engaged in her kiss more actively. His one hand kneaded her shapely butt. Nishma must have entertained him for a minute or so but it seemed like an eternity to me.
Aunt called for Nishma. It broke the trance they both were in. He quickly stepped out in the yard and Nishma tidied herself after wiping her mouth. The tea was almost done and it was time for me to run back lest getting caught by Uncle. Fortunately, Uncle didn't head to the toilet instead he headed back to the living room.
When I returned, Nishma had already served tea to both Aunt and Uncle. Nishma's face seemed unusually flushed and when Aunt asked her she remarked that it was quite hot here.
It was hot and humid. The errant electricity didn't alleviate the pain but only ridiculed the local population. They had gotten used to it and opted for their hand fans and lanterns in the night time. Nishma was hesitant to stay over but she had concealed her apprehensions. Besides, it just seemed as if the sparks were about to fly. Nishma avoided looking at Uncle directly but every now and then I saw her inspecting him inconspicuously. I was amazed
Finding an opportune moment, we sneaked to our bedroom, which was at the far corner of the house, opposite Kitchen.
"Why are you so nervous?" I asked.
"Don't you know - your Uncle already fancies me," she retorted.
"Well you wanted to encourage him, didn't you?" I retorted.
"He didn't need any," she fumed.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked a little frustrated.
"Figure out how to head back," she shot at me.
"I thought you agreed with Aunty," I objected.
"Well you could have objected," she quickly retorted.
"But it is not safe to drive so late in the night."
"I don't feel safe here either," she replied and stepped out into the yard, heading towards kitchen.
Nishma's sudden change in mood surprised me. It seemed as if she wanted to stay for the night but perhaps she wanted an excuse if things didn't go out as planned, I thought. At the very least I thought she was uncomfortable with the notion. Regardless, Nishma looked simply irresistible; especially after her brief episode with my uncle. All the while we were talking I was only inspecting her well shaped body. Her tall and slender figure looked so appealing. The dress she opted for outlined her bust and figure perfectly. It was apparent that she knew what attracted men about her and she knew how to put on a good show.
Even though Nishma was uncomfortable and should have not encouraged him any further, she decided to make his favorite dish to please him. Nishma got busy in the kitchen, along with the maid. Uncle asked me to buy a few things from the nearest shop, so I left immediately. Not much happened while I was gone but around the time I returned, Nishma was with Uncle in his study room. It was on the other side of the living room, two doors down from the bedroom where we stayed that night.
Nishma smiled as he made it clear to her that he didn't want Aunt to find out that he was overstepping his boundaries.
"It's fine Uncle," she retorted, "I won't tell on you."
"You have to watch out," she said, "getting too close to other women would get you in trouble - that's what happened in the past," she added, clearly hinting that she knew about his past. Uncle was surprised and slowly withdrew his hand from her waist. There was a little bit of disappointment on his face.
"Sorry Uncle, I was joking," she said turning towards him. His hand now rested on her back and her heaving breasts were right in front of him. She once again realized how naked she felt in front of him.
"Forget about that," he asked lowering his voice and taking a tiny step towards her.
"You are so tall - what made you choose him?"
"What's in height uncle besides there is no point crying over spilled milk," she replied jokingly.
They both giggled trying to contain their laughters. I had perhaps entered the scene at this time. Even from the behind view I could see Nishma's right breast jutting out obscenely; I could only imagine how irresistible she must have looked from front.
"And you are so beautiful - wish I had such a luck," he uttered without any emotion.
"You are so kind uncle. You are lucky yourself with such a pretty wife."
"I wish she was healthy too," he added with a little resentment in his voice.
"I hope she recovers fast too," responded Nishma.
"I still envy his fate," he quickly said turning into more jovial discussion.
"Uncle he is just a husband - although a woman dreams of a charming and dynamic husband like you - not everyone is fortunate," she quickly retorted with a mischievous smile. I thought she meant it as a sly remark and perhaps that was her intention too but Nishma is not quite certain about this anymore. Uncle should have backed off but he instead he took one step closer and pulled her into his arms. She was caught off guard with his sudden move. She moved her one hand to his shoulder and with the other hand she grabbed the the platform. She was in his arms; her right breast met his shoulder and she could feel his manhood against her thigh.
The situation had escalated much faster than we imagined. I evaluated my options and thought of intervening, yet at the same time I knew that this was the moment I had been longing for. Uncle confidently responded, "and what she can't find in her husband she looks for in other men of her family!"
Nishma was silent. Except for the burning sound of the stove there was practical emptiness in the room. Uncle inspected her breasts in a direct manner. She desperately tried to avoid his eyes and turned to adding the milk to the tea. As soon as she put back the cup on the platform, he swiftly pulled her into his embrace. Nishma supported herself with her hands on his shoulders. His hands moved southwards from waist and caressed her large butt. I could clearly see how small his hands looked while trying to knead her butt.
Uncle then moved his hand up and untied her hair. She had tied her hair behind with a simple band. He let her hand loose and played with it feeling the soft, silkiness of her hair between his fingers. The aroma of the tea was permeating through the room. Uncle pulled her head down and I saw my beautiful wife leaning forward to offer her lips to him. Nishma played coy but submissive. Uncle confidently parted his lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She reluctantly kissed him back but more in amateurish way. Uncle held her head in place with his hand on her neck and continued kissing her. Uncle squeezed her left breast. She winced with his rough move and engaged in her kiss more actively. His one hand kneaded her shapely butt. Nishma must have entertained him for a minute or so but it seemed like an eternity to me.
Aunt called for Nishma. It broke the trance they both were in. He quickly stepped out in the yard and Nishma tidied herself after wiping her mouth. The tea was almost done and it was time for me to run back lest getting caught by Uncle. Fortunately, Uncle didn't head to the toilet instead he headed back to the living room.
When I returned, Nishma had already served tea to both Aunt and Uncle. Nishma's face seemed unusually flushed and when Aunt asked her she remarked that it was quite hot here.
It was hot and humid. The errant electricity didn't alleviate the pain but only ridiculed the local population. They had gotten used to it and opted for their hand fans and lanterns in the night time. Nishma was hesitant to stay over but she had concealed her apprehensions. Besides, it just seemed as if the sparks were about to fly. Nishma avoided looking at Uncle directly but every now and then I saw her inspecting him inconspicuously. I was amazed
Finding an opportune moment, we sneaked to our bedroom, which was at the far corner of the house, opposite Kitchen.
"Why are you so nervous?" I asked.
"Don't you know - your Uncle already fancies me," she retorted.
"Well you wanted to encourage him, didn't you?" I retorted.
"He didn't need any," she fumed.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked a little frustrated.
"Figure out how to head back," she shot at me.
"I thought you agreed with Aunty," I objected.
"Well you could have objected," she quickly retorted.
"But it is not safe to drive so late in the night."
"I don't feel safe here either," she replied and stepped out into the yard, heading towards kitchen.
Nishma's sudden change in mood surprised me. It seemed as if she wanted to stay for the night but perhaps she wanted an excuse if things didn't go out as planned, I thought. At the very least I thought she was uncomfortable with the notion. Regardless, Nishma looked simply irresistible; especially after her brief episode with my uncle. All the while we were talking I was only inspecting her well shaped body. Her tall and slender figure looked so appealing. The dress she opted for outlined her bust and figure perfectly. It was apparent that she knew what attracted men about her and she knew how to put on a good show.
Even though Nishma was uncomfortable and should have not encouraged him any further, she decided to make his favorite dish to please him. Nishma got busy in the kitchen, along with the maid. Uncle asked me to buy a few things from the nearest shop, so I left immediately. Not much happened while I was gone but around the time I returned, Nishma was with Uncle in his study room. It was on the other side of the living room, two doors down from the bedroom where we stayed that night.
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