Update 06
Me: Nehi nehi... aap jaise bole the... matlab... mai to ajkal uske samne baith ke hi Harpal ko doodh pila rahi hoon!
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti... wo baat to thik hai... par tum doodh pilane ke waqt apni choochi blouse se poori nikalti ho ke nahi?
Me: Puri!!! Chacha-ji... aap bhi naa!!!!
I was naturally blushing now and giggled also.
Me: ...puri to nehi... par jitna... mera matlab... jitna dikhana chahiye... err... dikhaya...
Naturally I was not comfortable verbalizing this to my landlord. Seeing me to blush, Chacha-ji was smiling.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... samajha! Tum agar sahi bata rahi ho to iska asar to Ram pe kafi hona chahiye... kiyu ki ye to tum bhi achhi tarah se janti ho Beti ke tumhari ye dono doodh ki tanki to kisi bhi mard ko hila dega! Ram to uss hisab se bachha hi hai! Ha ha ha....
Me: C-h-a-c-h-a –j-i... aap na... bade besharam ho!
My face was crimson at this blunt appreciation. Chacha-ji was very cleverly injecting a physical love angle for me towards my son!
Chacha-ji: To Beti... tumhe to uss waqt hi dikh jana chahiye Ram ka khada hua lund pant ke andar?
He had started using openly now all sorts of direct vulgar language time and again and though initially I was hesitant, I was also getting used to it slowly!
Me: Ji... err... matlab... dekhi thi.
Chacha-ji: Good! Aur... aur uske acharan me tum koi josh nehi dekhi Beti?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... wo bhi notice kiya hoon!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab wo pehle se zyada josh se tumhe alingan kar raha hai?
Me: Ji bilkul...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir to wo apna lund bhi kas ke ragad raha hoga tumhari gaand pe jab bhi usse mauka mil-e?
Me: Err... ragad to nehi raha tha... err... par ye zaroor hai ke... matlab... Ram peechle do dino se mujhe jab bhi pakad raha hai...err... mera matlab... ekdam kass ke pakad raha hai!
Chacha-ji: Great! Aur... aur tumhari mamme ko bhi wo kya daba raha hai niyamit roop se?
Me: Nehi... err... matlab... daba to nehi raha hai... par choone ki kosis...
Chacha-ji: Kosis? Ya choota hai?
Me: Umm... matlab... choota hai... matlab... halke se...par dabata nehi hai!
Chacha-ji: Very good!
Me: Aap to khush ho rahe hai? Hume to Ram ko sudharna hai...?
Chacha-ji: Beti... samjho baat ko... iss ka ek hi matlab hai ke apna dawai kaam kar raha hai Ram ke liye... to iss mei khusi ki to baat hai hi naa!
Me: O... ji!
Chacha-ji: Lekin Dilli abhi bahut door hai Beti... iss liye hume dheere dheere aage badhna hoga.
Me: Wo kaise Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Dekho apna ek maqsad to ye hai ke Ram ka ye ashleel kitab padhne ki...
Me: aadat dur karni hai!
Chacha-ji: Bilkul sahi Beti... par iss ke liye hume jaldbazi karne se nehi hoga... hume lage rehna hoga aur Ram ko study karna hoga...
Me: Ji... aur yes ab to aap hi kar rahe ho aur uske liye liye sukriya ke haqdar aap hi ho...
Chacha-ji: Abhi sukriya ada karne ka waqt nehi aya hai Beti! Hume Ram ke mind ko padhke uss hisab se kadam uthane padhenge.
I nodded and was honestly moved by the effort this elderly man was putting in for my son. I again thanked him in my mind.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye sab ashleel kitab mei sirf chudai ke kisse nehi hote... err... tum to padhi ho naa? Sirf chudai hota hai kya uss mei?
I was a bit taken aback by this question and thought what else? Those porn books contained only vulgar stories of son fucking mom, father fucking daughter, aunt getting fucked or uncle screwing brother’s wife etc.
Me: Err... Chacha-ji... aur kya? Sirf wohi to hai!
Chacha-ji: Beti... again you are looking at it from your perspective only... (Chacha-ji looked at my eyes deeply) ...tum to shadishuda ho aur bakhubi janti ho ke chudai mei kitna maza milta hai... par Ram ke nazariya se dekho?
I naturally blushed at such direct words ( ...chudai mei kitna maza milta hai... ). Though I was getting used to his verbal ‘abuse’ if I could term it, but Chacha-ji was chatting with me and using all these vulgar and indicative words in such normal and calm manner that I was not able to object the slightest even!
I naturally looked questionably at the elderly person as I was not able to comprehend what exactly he meant by saying “....par Ram ke nazariya se dekho?..”
Chacha-ji: Tum samjhi nehi?
I nodded negatively.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum ya mai jab ye kitaab padhta hoon... to hume to malum hai ke anteem lakhsya kahani ki to maithun aur rati-kriya hai... par Ram ke liye to wo nehi hai naa?
I was still not getting it!
Chacha-ji: ... uske liye to baki saare cheez bhi bahut maine rakhta hai... jaise kahani mei aurat kabhi agar kapde bhi badalti hai to wo uske liye utsukta ki cheez hai.. samajh rahi ho naa baat?
Chacha-ji did not wait to check whether I understood or not and continued to give more examples!
Chacha-ji: Aur phir ye sab kahani mei to ladkiyon ki adhi-nangi ya sampurn nangi jawani ka vistrit vivaran rehta hai... upar se in stories me to mard aur aurat ke chumban, alingan, aur daba-dabi chalta hi rehta hai... nischit roop se ye sab cheez Ram ke liye bade rochak aur anukul vishay hai! Kya? Mai galat bola?
Chacha-ji was now getting bolder and bolder in his choice of words while describing things to me. I did not remember anyone talking to me like this, neither before marriage nor after. Vinay did use vulgar dirty words at times but that was confined to only when we had sex and when he was extremely excited. It was pretty much embarrassing for me also to listen to such erotic direct language from a male, but I had no option here and hence just nodded in affirmation of what he said. I had started to breathe heavily and my heartbeat was also rising.
Chacha-ji: Ab naturally Ram would try to relate things of those hot stories in real life... are you getting me?
I nodded affirmatively. I could not meet eyes with him as the topic was much too embarrassing for any female. My throat was getting dry and I could sense that I was again getting ‘heated’ through this man’s dirty chat!
Chacha-ji: Pehle... as you said Beti... Vinay aur tum kabhi kabhi Ram ke samne close hote the and for that matter bistar pe bhi close hote the.... right?
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: Par ab wo paristhiti nehi rahi... Vinay tumhe na to gale lagake kiss karta hai na to bistar pe paas ata hai jo Ram dekh sake... right?
Me: Ji.
I was as if replying to some very important interrogation in security officer custody!
Chacha-ji: To ye sab cheez ab puri tarah se anupasthit hai... bhi
Me: Par Chacha-ji... ye to mera kasoor nehi hai!
Chacha-ji: Beti... maine kab kaha ke ye tumhari kasoor hai? Vinay kitne pressure me hai... mai janta hoon... wo kuch karza bhi liya hai market se... wo sab bhi hai.. iss liye tum ye mat socho ke sirf factory lockout ke liye wo itna chida hua aur nirash rehta hai aur der raat ko ghar laut-ta hai. Usse paiso ke bhi jugar karna hai...
Me: Mai kaise yes ab janoongi Chacha-ji? Wo to aajkal mujhse baat bhi nehi karte! Subah suraj ugne ke waqt nikal jate hai aur der raat ko laut te hai... aur ek-adh din to peeke bhi aate hai...
I could not hold back my tears thinking of the depressive state of my husband. I started sobbing.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... usse thoda time do... inti chinta mat karo... he is trying hard... ek parttime naukri bhi mila hai... wo kosish kar raha hai!
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: Dekho beti... Vinay ke ye paristhiti to apne haath mei nehi hai...
Drops of tears still were rolling down my cheeks. I was still sobbing and nodding my head negatively; probably seeing that Chacha-ji thought of consoling me.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... roti kiyu ho? Ups and downs to sabhi ke jeevan mei aata hai! Aur usse fight karna hai....
Saying that he ascended from his chair and came and sat beside me on the cot. He put his hand over my head and patted me to cheer me up. He even wiped off the tears off my cheeks. I really felt very moved and pleased by this gesture from the elderly man. As Chacha-ji wiped my tears his cold fingers touched my warm cheeks and even the sides of my lips as tears had rolled down there too. Just at that time Chacha-ji did something which I was not expecting at all. He gently moved his fingers from my cheeks down to the corners of my lips wiping my tears and then finally he gently grazed one finger throughout the entire length of my lips! Naturally I pulled back a little but he continued his act while constantly patting my head. The action was so smooth, normal and done at one go that I could not do anything at all but to allow him to feel the softness of my full rosy lips with his finger!
If it had stopped there, I would not probably have thought differently about my elderly landlord, but Chacha-ji in the name of wiping my tears and consoling me, repeated his action of needlessly wiping tears off my lips and this time felt my soft full lips with his cold finger in a much emphatic way! I virtually froze when he momentarily even pushed his finger once in between my lips in the pretext of wiping my tears which had rolled down onto my lips!
By this time his other hand had come down from my head and he was patting my smooth blouse-covered back. As his hand was not stationary on my back and he was feeling the entire stretched length of my blouse, he must have easily traced through the thin fabric of my blouse that I was sitting bra-less before him at that time. I naturally started to feel rather uneasy and awkward; my feeling of depression for my husband was transforming quickly into a keyed up state!
Me: Err... suk... Sukriya Chacha-ji... am... am okay now...
Chacha-ji: Hmm..... Good!
He at last terminated his wiping my tears and removed his hand off my face. I moved and little on the cot as I was sitting too closely with him and that also enabled me to get his hand off my blouse on my back also. Thankfully Chacha-ji want back to his chair.
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... to fir abhi Vinay par charcha karke koi faida nehi hai... uska bhi good time ayega aur sab kuch tab thik ho jayega...
Me: Ji: abhi mere khayal se... err... hume abhi Ram pe hi dhyan dena chahiye! Main kisi bhi keemat pe usse...
Chacha-ji: ...randi-bazar jate nehi dekh sakta! Yahi naa?
I was speechless the way my landlord was using dirty words every now and then! I was in a state of shock, embarrassment and elation too!
Chacha-ji: Mai janta hoon ye sunke tumhe kharab lag raha hoga... par that is the worst that can happen to Ram and I want to alert you right from the beginning...
Me: mai samajh sakti hoon Chacha-ji... Ram ko mai har haal mei rokungi!
Chacha-ji: Thik! Lets get back where we were... jo mai tab kehne ki kosis kar raha tha Ram ke dimag mei wo ashleel kitab padhke jo anubhuti aa raha hai... usko hum char hisso mei baat sakte hain.
Me: Char hissa... wo kaise?
Chacha-ji: Pehla adhyay hai aurat ke sharir mei jhakna... jab se Ram ye sab ashleel kitab padhna chalu kiya hai... tab se wo tumhari kapde mei jhaak raha hai... tum pehle shayad jaan nehi payi...
Me: Hmm... abhi mai bhi samakh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: Aur ab jab roz tum uske samne Harpal ko doodh pilati ho aur usko apni choochi dikhati ho to humlog pehla adhyay ke ek pehlu complete kar liye hai.
I dropped my eyes as Chacha-ji again underlined my shameless act of breastfeeding and deliberately exposing my mammaries in front of my grownup son.
Me: Iska... mera matlab... iska du.... dusra pehlu kya hai?
Chacha-ji: Dusra pehlu ye hai... ke kal se tum Ram ke samne kapde badlogi.
Me (almost yelled): What?
Chacha-ji: Beti... Beti! Uttejit mat ho! Ye saare prakriya hum kis liye kar rahe hai? Ram ko tumhari taraf lagatar akarshit karke rakhne ke liye naa... aur koi maqsad to apna hai nehi?
Me: Wo to thik hai Chacha-ji ....par...
Chacha-ji: Beti... abhi mahol bahut kharab hai... tum jhijhakti rahogi aur Ram tumhare haat se raato raat nikal jayega! Tum agar dheel dogi to koi aur usse lubha lega!
I could comprehend what Chacha-ji was trying to convey me and honestly I could not deny that also, but what he proposed was indeed a bit too much! How could I change my dress in front of my son? That indeed would be a very shameless act!
Me: No, no... I can’t do that... it would be too much for a boy of Class VIII... (I murmured within myself)
Chahca-ji: Aur Beti... namuna tumse door bhi to nehi! Ye jo Virender hai apne muhalle mei... apne Ram se ek class upar padhta hai...Virender... janti ho naa?
Me: Ha...
Chacha-ji: Tum kya bhool gayi kuch din pehle uski maa ko uska do dost milke choda tha...
Me: Cho...!!! ...err... mera matlab... hum to sune the ke uski naukar ne chedchhani kiya tha Virender ke maa ke saath!
Chacha-ji: Ha... yehi khabar faili thi wo aurat ne... taki asliyat ka pata na chale! Par asliyat yehi hai ke Virender ke do dost milke uss aurat ko choda tha!
Me: Hey Bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: Bhagwan kuch nehi kar sakta beti... Class IX ke do launde milke uss 35 saal ki aurat achhi tarah se ko chodd diya – yehi haqiqat hai!
I remained in a state of astonishment and seeing the opportunity Chacha-ji just bombarded me with dirty offensive words!
Chacha-ji: Asliyat sun lo mujhse – Virender uske do dost ke saath ghar mei carom khel raha the jab Virender ki maa usse dukan bheji kuch saman laane ke liye.... aur usi mauke mei do launde jo ghar mei reh gaye wo Virender ke mummy ko chod ki – one by one!
Me: Hai Ram! Par... par wo aurat chillai kiyu nehi?
Chacha-ji: Are chillai thi tab na padosi aye... aur wo naukar wala story samne aya!
I probably did not require any further explanation; I was thoroughly shocked at the act of those college boys! I could not even think in my wildest dreams that Ram was up to such things. Oh No!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye sab galat kaam mei dost-log hi uskata hai... aur Ram jaise maasum ladke fas jate hai!
Me: Ji... aap bilkul sahi bole!
I was honestly feeling quite scared now and Chacha-ji used that opportunity to perfection in pinning me down!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye kehta hoon ke thodi si compromise agar tum karti ho Beti... apna ye husn aur jawani ka thoda-sa istemal karti ho... to dekhogi Ram kabhi bhi gair aurat ki taraf aankh uthake bhi nehi dekhega! Samjhi?
Me: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: Uska umar hi to asia hai... tum agar thodi si saath dogi to ghar ka launda ghar mei rahega.... nehi to ekbar agar Ram bahar ki aurat pe nazar dalega... to ladka to gaya... upar se badnaami bhi to hogi!
Chacha-ji indeed was very tactful and clever and knew exactly what he needed to narrate and describe in order to win my confidence.
Me: Ji... ji... bilkul sahi bata rehe hai aap!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye mai kehta hoon ke aage ke do din Ram ko thoda aur tease karo tum apni jism se...
Me: Hmm... waise Chacha-ji... mai to Harpal ko doodh Ram ke samnehi pila rahi hoon... ab se... err... mera matlab... thik hai... kapde bhi uske samne hi badloongi...
Chacha-ji: Right Beti! Let us do it and see if his habit of reading porn books decreases as he will be getting some live entertainment in the house itself. Simultaneously I am keeping a tight watch on his studies so that he does not deviate there!
Me: Sukriya Chacha-ji... par... abhi hum ye baat khatam karte hai.... Ram ke lautne ka waqt ho gaya!
Chacha-ji: Are Ram aayega to uska ahat to sunai dega naaa... tum chinta mat karo... mai sajaag hoon! Par Beti... mera matlab... aur ek baat mai kehna chahti hoon tumse.
Me: Kya Chacha-ji? Boliye na!
Chacha-ji: Err.... I mean Beti... Tum... mera matlab...
Me: Aap jhijhak kiyu rahe hain Chacha-ji? Aur kya baat hai?
Chacha-ji: Yes... wohi keh raha hoon... tum Beti... ab se ghar mei thodi dhang se apni kapde pehna karo... khaaskar Ram ke samne...
Me: Matlab? Mai kya dhang se sari nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Nehi nehi... main uss angle se nehi bol raha hoon!
Me: Fir?
Chacha-ji: Mere kehne ka matlab hai... kiyu ki tum ghar mei adhiktar samay sari mei hi rehti ho... to phir kuch mamuli adjustment karne se tum asani se Ram ke liye aur akarshak ban sakti ho!
My natural female instinct automatically made me curious about his suggestion and I almost involuntarily reacted.
Me: Kaise?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... samajhdar ko to ishara hi kaafi honi chahiye...
He smiled looking deeply in my eyes. I did note that his eyes slipped once or twice off my face to my hillocks under my blouse. And similar to what he did the other day, even today he adjusted his lund inside his pajama quite openly in front of me! Today not only he was just massing and adjusting his cock while talking to me, but also was holding it with his right hand along its shaft! I tried my best to take my eyes away from his naughty acts and looked at his face.
Me: Err Chacha-ji... mai samajhi nehi... aap hi bataiye.
Chacha-ji: Kya Beti! Ye to koi bhi samajh lega! Aur phir... tum to shadi-shuda ho... tumhare liye ye to aur bhi asan honi chahiye!
I could not read his mind and just giggled foolishly.
Chacha-ji: Are ek-do asaan adjustment karne se tumhari ye jawani isi sari mei aur bhi madmast lagegi! Apne jawan bête ko tum anayas apne kabze mei rakh sakogi!
Me: Sach? Kaisa adjustment Chacha-ji? Boliye na!
Chacha-ji: Okay, okay bata raha hoon... Pehla aur sab se saral cheez jo tum kar sakti ho Ram ke liye wo hai... ye jo sari tum peheni huyi ho... usko thoda niche se peheno...
Me: Thoda niche matlab...
Chacha-ji: Thoda niche matlab... (indicating towards my stomach area) ... navi ke niche.
I generally tied my sari just above my navel and if I were to abide by Chacha-ji’s suggestion, I needed to tie my sari below my navel, which I thought was not too indecent a proposal.
Me: Ha... ye kiya ja sakta hai...
Chacha-ji wanted my deep round navel to remain exposed through my sari for my son.
Chacha-ji: The little hesitation that I can see on your face is about exposing your navel I guess... right Beti?
Me: Ji.. ji!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum to bhagyasali ho ke tum itni sundar gehri navi ke adhikari ho!
I was not sure what to say at this praise; honestly I was more surprised about how could Chacha-ji see my navel; it always remain under my sari cover!
Chacha-ji: Aur Beti ye hamesha maanke chalo ke kisi bhi purush ke liye ek aurat ke mamme, gaand aur jaangh ke ilawa ek aur cheez jo wo khuli huyi dekhna chahta hai wo hai uski navi... and Ram will be no different!
He paused as he was busy scratching his crotch; as he was talking all these to me his dick must have got erected and he was smiling too and I blushed out of natural shyness.
Chacha-ji: To thik hai! Kal se tum apni sari kam se kam char inch niche pehenogi... I mean... abhi jaha bandhi ho waha se char inch niche... okay?
I obviously was a bit hesitant listening to that. F-o-u-r inch! Was that not too much? Four inches meant quite a lot... not only my whole navel area would then remain exposed, but also a major portion of my lower abdomen would also remain uncovered if I start tying my sari so low down! I had to object.
Me: Par Chacha-ji... char inch... aap ko nehi lagta...
Chacha-ji: Yehi tum aurat logo ka problem hai! You do not accept things at face value!
Me: Nehi Chacha-ji... Mai manti hoon apki baat par err...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... maine aisa kya galat bol diya! Ekbar khadi ho jao?
I was not at all ready for such a command from my landlord and could not react for a second or two.
Me: Ji?
Chacha-ji: Maine bola Beti tum ekbar khadi ho jao to asaani se sab pata chal jayega!
Why did he want me to stand up? What was he up to? Will he check where I was wearing my sari right now and would show me how much more I should lower my sari to expose my navel? O My God! That would be so, so embarrassing!
Chacha-ji: Are kahe der karti ho Beti! Ram kisi bhi waqt aa sakta hai!
The elderly man said the above words in such a tone that as if I was involved with him in some extra-marital affair and he wanted to do something with me physically before my husband arrived!
Me: Ji... ji...
I had to stand up; he gently pulled me closer by holding my right arm. I could feel my lips were getting dry and my nipples inside my blouse raising their heads. I already started behaving quite edgy and nervous at this sudden development!
Chacha-ji: Pallu ko zara kas lo ekbar...
I had no option but to obey his order though I tried to complain slightly.
Me: Err... kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Pallu ko nehi kassogi to kiase pata chalega ke mai galat char inch zyada bola ya sahi bola?
I obeyed his order like an obedient student and stretched tight my pallu from my waist over my big round breasts onto my shoulder. As I did that I noted that the elderly man was as if drinking the beauty of my big-sized boobs from such close quarters! Since he was sitting on the cot and I was standing right in front of him, it made the situation pretty awkward for me. His eye-level was almost in line with my mammaries and myself being in a standing posture in front of him made my firm boobs looked to be protruding towards his face! I was naturally feeling pretty awkward at this and tried to move back a bit, but before I could do that Chacha-ji started proving his point. .
Chacha-ji: Ha... ab thik hai... dekho Beti.. abhi tum sari yaha bandhi ho...
He now lightly touched the starting point of my sari at my waist with his right hand. I was having such an awkward, embarrassing, and excited feel I was unable to express – it was a mixed feeling and as a result I was unable to react at all!
Chacha-ji: Ab tumhari navi puri tarah covered hai... ab mai bol raha hoon ke tum sari to 4 inch niche bandho... iss ka matlab...
Chacha-ji started to descend his fingers slowly from my navel down my lower abdomen! Though initially he was just touching my sari, but now he was pressing his fingers on my sari-covered navel so that I could easily feel his fingers! I was almost trembling in anticipation and embarrassment as I could sense that he was not only sliding his fingers 4 inches down my navel, but also feeling that area.
Me: Ouch! Aaahh..... bas Chacha-ji... mera matlab... ye to bahut...
I naturally was extremely stiff now. I was obviously very uncomfortable as his right hand hovered on my lower abdomen just above my pussy area.
Chachaji: Ye to bahut kya?
Me: Err... mera matlab... ye to bahut niche hai... err... thoda aur upar hone se thik rahega!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum kya chahti ho ke Ram ko ksarat karke jhakna pade tumhari navi mei? Huh... Baat karti ho...
I could not stop smiling the way Chacha-ji said “...Ram ko ksarat karke jhakna pade...” My shameless smile must have encouraged Chacha-ji all the more!
Chahca-ji: Ram ke samne tumhari navi puri tarah se drisyaman rehna chahiye... samjhi?
Chacha-ji was inspecting my lower abdomen – in fact towards my sari-covered choot area and that too from such close quarters... I was standing just a feel away from him! He then nodded his head slightly.
Chacha-ji: Umm... to ye thik rahega?
Saying that he moved his fingers an inch above from his previous location of almost touching my pussy hairs! My lips were dry and throat drier as he constantly rubbed my lower tummy area, which of course is a very sensitive area for any female.
Chacah-ji: Yaha?
Me (I almost whispered): Ji...
My condition was pathetic, my face red, my boobs heaving, and my thunder thighs emitting heat. My tone was husky and whispering. Chacha-ji’s fingers now rested over my sari and petticoat at a location exactly above my choot area, hence I was extremely stiff, blushing, and feeling very edgy.
Chacha-ji: Iss se tumhari navi puri tarah se Ram ko dikhega? Let me check... where is your navel? (saying that he simply started as if searching for my navel and pressed and dabbed his fingers all over my navel area)
Me: Aahh....
I naturally exclaimed and moaned softly at this childish naughty behavior of this elderly man!
Chacha-ji: Ye raha! (saying that he just pushed his ring finger along the depth of my navel through my thin sari!)
Me: Aaahhh....
This time my moan was longer and aloud as I felt Chcaha-ji’s finger push inside my deep round navel and his finger circumference fill the entire depth of my navel!
I blushed like anything and clenched my soft lips. Though Chacha-ji did the whole action very normally and in the most casual manner, but a matured male pushing his finger inside my deep navel made me utterly uneasy and edgy. My breathing was still more heavier and my heavy bosom was moving up and down close to Chacha-ji’s eyes. I wondered if my hard, erect nipples were able to be traced through my thin sari and blouse because time and again I found Chacha-ji peeping at my upright twin peaks. The very thought that this elderly man could trace my swollen nipples through my sari made me feel more tight and instantly I sensed my nipples turning hard like nuts! Moreover, the warmth of his palm on my wrist did not allow me to get back to normalcy at all
Chacha-ji: To fir mere khayal se ye jagah thik rahega... what do you say Beti?
Saying that he gently pressed my hand (which he was constantly holding with his left hand). What did he want me to indicate? He was of course not that close to me in any relation to do that! My husband often did that in my early marriage days to indicate me anything silently without using words, viz. he wanted me to remain silent or he wanted me to go to the other room or may be he just wanted to be physically close with me, but definitely I did not share such close relation with my landlord! I was of course feeling offended at his behavior but did not express anything.
I looked down to check what Chacha-ji was suggesting and found that this time his fingers had stopped at a point slightly higher than what he suggested moments ago. I was again shuffling to remain comfortable as his fingers constantly were touching and pressing my lower tummy area and in a way he was surely groping me! I did not want to drag it more and honestly I could easily sense that my body had started to respond to the male touches. I continued to be stiff and was not in a position to reply freely.
Me: Ji...err... thik... thik hai Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... ye bilkul thik rahega... kal se tum apni petticoat aur sari yahi bandha karo... iss se ek to iss garmi mei tumhe thoda araam milega (he smiled indicatively) ...aur Ram ke naaazar bhi nischit roop se tum pe tika rahega!
As he talked he continued to give pressure with his fingers on extreme lower abdomen and in fact I felt for a moment that he extended his thumb (which was in the lowermost position) and dabbed momentarily on my thick choot hairs just below his fingers! In my natural reflex action and shyness my hips retracted to avoid his thumb from touching my choot and I had to shuffle to remain normal.
Me: Err... Chacha-ji... Ram ka... mera matlab... Ram ke ane ka waqt ho gaya!
And to my good fortune I could hear Ram’s footsteps. Chacha-ji reluctantly removed his hands off my body. I exhaled a sigh of relief though the elderly man was able to substantially heat me up through this sexy chat session. As soon as Chacha-ji released my hand and hearing Ram coming back, I tried to step back a couple of steps as quickly as I could and in my hurried state I almost stepped on the cup and plate which Chacha-ji had kept down on the floor after having his tea.
Me: Eeeii....
I tried to sway my body quickly to the other side to avoid kicking the cup and plate and breaking it. I was naturally somewhat unbalanced and since there was nothing to latch on to I grabbed Chacha-ji’s shirt who was just alighting from his chair at that time. He could have easily just held my hand to help me balance, but the elderly man not only held my hand with his right hand but also pushed his left hand by the side of my body towards my ass to help me stand properly. The second effort was clearly, clearly not required at all, but since it happened so spontaneously and involuntarily from his side that there was nothing I could do to resist. As I was unbalanced and almost stepped on the cup and plate, Chacha-ji quickly held me by my hand, but simultaneously I sensed Chacha-ji’s other free hand grazed passed my waist and his palm and held my ‘back’ as if to give me proper support to get back my balance. But in reality it was absolutely redundant and his palm instead of holding my waist, rested on my fleshy buttocks, and to spell it out more clearly Chacha-ji actually palmed my heavy-fleshed ass globe very cunningly over my sari! I could sense all his five fingers stretched out on the round contour of my ass flesh feeling its firmness and heaviness! My face was red instantly and I almost trembled in Chacha-ji’s arms. Though he removed his hand off my sari-covered buttocks almost immediately as I was able to stand properly, and in came Ram, so we both tried to act most normally in front of him.
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti... wo baat to thik hai... par tum doodh pilane ke waqt apni choochi blouse se poori nikalti ho ke nahi?
Me: Puri!!! Chacha-ji... aap bhi naa!!!!
I was naturally blushing now and giggled also.
Me: ...puri to nehi... par jitna... mera matlab... jitna dikhana chahiye... err... dikhaya...
Naturally I was not comfortable verbalizing this to my landlord. Seeing me to blush, Chacha-ji was smiling.
Chacha-ji: Hmm... samajha! Tum agar sahi bata rahi ho to iska asar to Ram pe kafi hona chahiye... kiyu ki ye to tum bhi achhi tarah se janti ho Beti ke tumhari ye dono doodh ki tanki to kisi bhi mard ko hila dega! Ram to uss hisab se bachha hi hai! Ha ha ha....
Me: C-h-a-c-h-a –j-i... aap na... bade besharam ho!
My face was crimson at this blunt appreciation. Chacha-ji was very cleverly injecting a physical love angle for me towards my son!
Chacha-ji: To Beti... tumhe to uss waqt hi dikh jana chahiye Ram ka khada hua lund pant ke andar?
He had started using openly now all sorts of direct vulgar language time and again and though initially I was hesitant, I was also getting used to it slowly!
Me: Ji... err... matlab... dekhi thi.
Chacha-ji: Good! Aur... aur uske acharan me tum koi josh nehi dekhi Beti?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... wo bhi notice kiya hoon!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... matlab wo pehle se zyada josh se tumhe alingan kar raha hai?
Me: Ji bilkul...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... fir to wo apna lund bhi kas ke ragad raha hoga tumhari gaand pe jab bhi usse mauka mil-e?
Me: Err... ragad to nehi raha tha... err... par ye zaroor hai ke... matlab... Ram peechle do dino se mujhe jab bhi pakad raha hai...err... mera matlab... ekdam kass ke pakad raha hai!
Chacha-ji: Great! Aur... aur tumhari mamme ko bhi wo kya daba raha hai niyamit roop se?
Me: Nehi... err... matlab... daba to nehi raha hai... par choone ki kosis...
Chacha-ji: Kosis? Ya choota hai?
Me: Umm... matlab... choota hai... matlab... halke se...par dabata nehi hai!
Chacha-ji: Very good!
Me: Aap to khush ho rahe hai? Hume to Ram ko sudharna hai...?
Chacha-ji: Beti... samjho baat ko... iss ka ek hi matlab hai ke apna dawai kaam kar raha hai Ram ke liye... to iss mei khusi ki to baat hai hi naa!
Me: O... ji!
Chacha-ji: Lekin Dilli abhi bahut door hai Beti... iss liye hume dheere dheere aage badhna hoga.
Me: Wo kaise Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Dekho apna ek maqsad to ye hai ke Ram ka ye ashleel kitab padhne ki...
Me: aadat dur karni hai!
Chacha-ji: Bilkul sahi Beti... par iss ke liye hume jaldbazi karne se nehi hoga... hume lage rehna hoga aur Ram ko study karna hoga...
Me: Ji... aur yes ab to aap hi kar rahe ho aur uske liye liye sukriya ke haqdar aap hi ho...
Chacha-ji: Abhi sukriya ada karne ka waqt nehi aya hai Beti! Hume Ram ke mind ko padhke uss hisab se kadam uthane padhenge.
I nodded and was honestly moved by the effort this elderly man was putting in for my son. I again thanked him in my mind.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye sab ashleel kitab mei sirf chudai ke kisse nehi hote... err... tum to padhi ho naa? Sirf chudai hota hai kya uss mei?
I was a bit taken aback by this question and thought what else? Those porn books contained only vulgar stories of son fucking mom, father fucking daughter, aunt getting fucked or uncle screwing brother’s wife etc.
Me: Err... Chacha-ji... aur kya? Sirf wohi to hai!
Chacha-ji: Beti... again you are looking at it from your perspective only... (Chacha-ji looked at my eyes deeply) ...tum to shadishuda ho aur bakhubi janti ho ke chudai mei kitna maza milta hai... par Ram ke nazariya se dekho?
I naturally blushed at such direct words ( ...chudai mei kitna maza milta hai... ). Though I was getting used to his verbal ‘abuse’ if I could term it, but Chacha-ji was chatting with me and using all these vulgar and indicative words in such normal and calm manner that I was not able to object the slightest even!
I naturally looked questionably at the elderly person as I was not able to comprehend what exactly he meant by saying “....par Ram ke nazariya se dekho?..”
Chacha-ji: Tum samjhi nehi?
I nodded negatively.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum ya mai jab ye kitaab padhta hoon... to hume to malum hai ke anteem lakhsya kahani ki to maithun aur rati-kriya hai... par Ram ke liye to wo nehi hai naa?
I was still not getting it!
Chacha-ji: ... uske liye to baki saare cheez bhi bahut maine rakhta hai... jaise kahani mei aurat kabhi agar kapde bhi badalti hai to wo uske liye utsukta ki cheez hai.. samajh rahi ho naa baat?
Chacha-ji did not wait to check whether I understood or not and continued to give more examples!
Chacha-ji: Aur phir ye sab kahani mei to ladkiyon ki adhi-nangi ya sampurn nangi jawani ka vistrit vivaran rehta hai... upar se in stories me to mard aur aurat ke chumban, alingan, aur daba-dabi chalta hi rehta hai... nischit roop se ye sab cheez Ram ke liye bade rochak aur anukul vishay hai! Kya? Mai galat bola?
Chacha-ji was now getting bolder and bolder in his choice of words while describing things to me. I did not remember anyone talking to me like this, neither before marriage nor after. Vinay did use vulgar dirty words at times but that was confined to only when we had sex and when he was extremely excited. It was pretty much embarrassing for me also to listen to such erotic direct language from a male, but I had no option here and hence just nodded in affirmation of what he said. I had started to breathe heavily and my heartbeat was also rising.
Chacha-ji: Ab naturally Ram would try to relate things of those hot stories in real life... are you getting me?
I nodded affirmatively. I could not meet eyes with him as the topic was much too embarrassing for any female. My throat was getting dry and I could sense that I was again getting ‘heated’ through this man’s dirty chat!
Chacha-ji: Pehle... as you said Beti... Vinay aur tum kabhi kabhi Ram ke samne close hote the and for that matter bistar pe bhi close hote the.... right?
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: Par ab wo paristhiti nehi rahi... Vinay tumhe na to gale lagake kiss karta hai na to bistar pe paas ata hai jo Ram dekh sake... right?
Me: Ji.
I was as if replying to some very important interrogation in security officer custody!
Chacha-ji: To ye sab cheez ab puri tarah se anupasthit hai... bhi
Me: Par Chacha-ji... ye to mera kasoor nehi hai!
Chacha-ji: Beti... maine kab kaha ke ye tumhari kasoor hai? Vinay kitne pressure me hai... mai janta hoon... wo kuch karza bhi liya hai market se... wo sab bhi hai.. iss liye tum ye mat socho ke sirf factory lockout ke liye wo itna chida hua aur nirash rehta hai aur der raat ko ghar laut-ta hai. Usse paiso ke bhi jugar karna hai...
Me: Mai kaise yes ab janoongi Chacha-ji? Wo to aajkal mujhse baat bhi nehi karte! Subah suraj ugne ke waqt nikal jate hai aur der raat ko laut te hai... aur ek-adh din to peeke bhi aate hai...
I could not hold back my tears thinking of the depressive state of my husband. I started sobbing.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... usse thoda time do... inti chinta mat karo... he is trying hard... ek parttime naukri bhi mila hai... wo kosish kar raha hai!
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: Dekho beti... Vinay ke ye paristhiti to apne haath mei nehi hai...
Drops of tears still were rolling down my cheeks. I was still sobbing and nodding my head negatively; probably seeing that Chacha-ji thought of consoling me.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... roti kiyu ho? Ups and downs to sabhi ke jeevan mei aata hai! Aur usse fight karna hai....
Saying that he ascended from his chair and came and sat beside me on the cot. He put his hand over my head and patted me to cheer me up. He even wiped off the tears off my cheeks. I really felt very moved and pleased by this gesture from the elderly man. As Chacha-ji wiped my tears his cold fingers touched my warm cheeks and even the sides of my lips as tears had rolled down there too. Just at that time Chacha-ji did something which I was not expecting at all. He gently moved his fingers from my cheeks down to the corners of my lips wiping my tears and then finally he gently grazed one finger throughout the entire length of my lips! Naturally I pulled back a little but he continued his act while constantly patting my head. The action was so smooth, normal and done at one go that I could not do anything at all but to allow him to feel the softness of my full rosy lips with his finger!
If it had stopped there, I would not probably have thought differently about my elderly landlord, but Chacha-ji in the name of wiping my tears and consoling me, repeated his action of needlessly wiping tears off my lips and this time felt my soft full lips with his cold finger in a much emphatic way! I virtually froze when he momentarily even pushed his finger once in between my lips in the pretext of wiping my tears which had rolled down onto my lips!
By this time his other hand had come down from my head and he was patting my smooth blouse-covered back. As his hand was not stationary on my back and he was feeling the entire stretched length of my blouse, he must have easily traced through the thin fabric of my blouse that I was sitting bra-less before him at that time. I naturally started to feel rather uneasy and awkward; my feeling of depression for my husband was transforming quickly into a keyed up state!
Me: Err... suk... Sukriya Chacha-ji... am... am okay now...
Chacha-ji: Hmm..... Good!
He at last terminated his wiping my tears and removed his hand off my face. I moved and little on the cot as I was sitting too closely with him and that also enabled me to get his hand off my blouse on my back also. Thankfully Chacha-ji want back to his chair.
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... to fir abhi Vinay par charcha karke koi faida nehi hai... uska bhi good time ayega aur sab kuch tab thik ho jayega...
Me: Ji: abhi mere khayal se... err... hume abhi Ram pe hi dhyan dena chahiye! Main kisi bhi keemat pe usse...
Chacha-ji: ...randi-bazar jate nehi dekh sakta! Yahi naa?
I was speechless the way my landlord was using dirty words every now and then! I was in a state of shock, embarrassment and elation too!
Chacha-ji: Mai janta hoon ye sunke tumhe kharab lag raha hoga... par that is the worst that can happen to Ram and I want to alert you right from the beginning...
Me: mai samajh sakti hoon Chacha-ji... Ram ko mai har haal mei rokungi!
Chacha-ji: Thik! Lets get back where we were... jo mai tab kehne ki kosis kar raha tha Ram ke dimag mei wo ashleel kitab padhke jo anubhuti aa raha hai... usko hum char hisso mei baat sakte hain.
Me: Char hissa... wo kaise?
Chacha-ji: Pehla adhyay hai aurat ke sharir mei jhakna... jab se Ram ye sab ashleel kitab padhna chalu kiya hai... tab se wo tumhari kapde mei jhaak raha hai... tum pehle shayad jaan nehi payi...
Me: Hmm... abhi mai bhi samakh sakti hoon...
Chacha-ji: Aur ab jab roz tum uske samne Harpal ko doodh pilati ho aur usko apni choochi dikhati ho to humlog pehla adhyay ke ek pehlu complete kar liye hai.
I dropped my eyes as Chacha-ji again underlined my shameless act of breastfeeding and deliberately exposing my mammaries in front of my grownup son.
Me: Iska... mera matlab... iska du.... dusra pehlu kya hai?
Chacha-ji: Dusra pehlu ye hai... ke kal se tum Ram ke samne kapde badlogi.
Me (almost yelled): What?
Chacha-ji: Beti... Beti! Uttejit mat ho! Ye saare prakriya hum kis liye kar rahe hai? Ram ko tumhari taraf lagatar akarshit karke rakhne ke liye naa... aur koi maqsad to apna hai nehi?
Me: Wo to thik hai Chacha-ji ....par...
Chacha-ji: Beti... abhi mahol bahut kharab hai... tum jhijhakti rahogi aur Ram tumhare haat se raato raat nikal jayega! Tum agar dheel dogi to koi aur usse lubha lega!
I could comprehend what Chacha-ji was trying to convey me and honestly I could not deny that also, but what he proposed was indeed a bit too much! How could I change my dress in front of my son? That indeed would be a very shameless act!
Me: No, no... I can’t do that... it would be too much for a boy of Class VIII... (I murmured within myself)
Chahca-ji: Aur Beti... namuna tumse door bhi to nehi! Ye jo Virender hai apne muhalle mei... apne Ram se ek class upar padhta hai...Virender... janti ho naa?
Me: Ha...
Chacha-ji: Tum kya bhool gayi kuch din pehle uski maa ko uska do dost milke choda tha...
Me: Cho...!!! ...err... mera matlab... hum to sune the ke uski naukar ne chedchhani kiya tha Virender ke maa ke saath!
Chacha-ji: Ha... yehi khabar faili thi wo aurat ne... taki asliyat ka pata na chale! Par asliyat yehi hai ke Virender ke do dost milke uss aurat ko choda tha!
Me: Hey Bhagwan!
Chacha-ji: Bhagwan kuch nehi kar sakta beti... Class IX ke do launde milke uss 35 saal ki aurat achhi tarah se ko chodd diya – yehi haqiqat hai!
I remained in a state of astonishment and seeing the opportunity Chacha-ji just bombarded me with dirty offensive words!
Chacha-ji: Asliyat sun lo mujhse – Virender uske do dost ke saath ghar mei carom khel raha the jab Virender ki maa usse dukan bheji kuch saman laane ke liye.... aur usi mauke mei do launde jo ghar mei reh gaye wo Virender ke mummy ko chod ki – one by one!
Me: Hai Ram! Par... par wo aurat chillai kiyu nehi?
Chacha-ji: Are chillai thi tab na padosi aye... aur wo naukar wala story samne aya!
I probably did not require any further explanation; I was thoroughly shocked at the act of those college boys! I could not even think in my wildest dreams that Ram was up to such things. Oh No!
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... ye sab galat kaam mei dost-log hi uskata hai... aur Ram jaise maasum ladke fas jate hai!
Me: Ji... aap bilkul sahi bole!
I was honestly feeling quite scared now and Chacha-ji used that opportunity to perfection in pinning me down!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye kehta hoon ke thodi si compromise agar tum karti ho Beti... apna ye husn aur jawani ka thoda-sa istemal karti ho... to dekhogi Ram kabhi bhi gair aurat ki taraf aankh uthake bhi nehi dekhega! Samjhi?
Me: Hmm...
Chacha-ji: Uska umar hi to asia hai... tum agar thodi si saath dogi to ghar ka launda ghar mei rahega.... nehi to ekbar agar Ram bahar ki aurat pe nazar dalega... to ladka to gaya... upar se badnaami bhi to hogi!
Chacha-ji indeed was very tactful and clever and knew exactly what he needed to narrate and describe in order to win my confidence.
Me: Ji... ji... bilkul sahi bata rehe hai aap!
Chacha-ji: Iss liye mai kehta hoon ke aage ke do din Ram ko thoda aur tease karo tum apni jism se...
Me: Hmm... waise Chacha-ji... mai to Harpal ko doodh Ram ke samnehi pila rahi hoon... ab se... err... mera matlab... thik hai... kapde bhi uske samne hi badloongi...
Chacha-ji: Right Beti! Let us do it and see if his habit of reading porn books decreases as he will be getting some live entertainment in the house itself. Simultaneously I am keeping a tight watch on his studies so that he does not deviate there!
Me: Sukriya Chacha-ji... par... abhi hum ye baat khatam karte hai.... Ram ke lautne ka waqt ho gaya!
Chacha-ji: Are Ram aayega to uska ahat to sunai dega naaa... tum chinta mat karo... mai sajaag hoon! Par Beti... mera matlab... aur ek baat mai kehna chahti hoon tumse.
Me: Kya Chacha-ji? Boliye na!
Chacha-ji: Err.... I mean Beti... Tum... mera matlab...
Me: Aap jhijhak kiyu rahe hain Chacha-ji? Aur kya baat hai?
Chacha-ji: Yes... wohi keh raha hoon... tum Beti... ab se ghar mei thodi dhang se apni kapde pehna karo... khaaskar Ram ke samne...
Me: Matlab? Mai kya dhang se sari nehi pehenti hoon Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Nehi nehi... main uss angle se nehi bol raha hoon!
Me: Fir?
Chacha-ji: Mere kehne ka matlab hai... kiyu ki tum ghar mei adhiktar samay sari mei hi rehti ho... to phir kuch mamuli adjustment karne se tum asani se Ram ke liye aur akarshak ban sakti ho!
My natural female instinct automatically made me curious about his suggestion and I almost involuntarily reacted.
Me: Kaise?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... samajhdar ko to ishara hi kaafi honi chahiye...
He smiled looking deeply in my eyes. I did note that his eyes slipped once or twice off my face to my hillocks under my blouse. And similar to what he did the other day, even today he adjusted his lund inside his pajama quite openly in front of me! Today not only he was just massing and adjusting his cock while talking to me, but also was holding it with his right hand along its shaft! I tried my best to take my eyes away from his naughty acts and looked at his face.
Me: Err Chacha-ji... mai samajhi nehi... aap hi bataiye.
Chacha-ji: Kya Beti! Ye to koi bhi samajh lega! Aur phir... tum to shadi-shuda ho... tumhare liye ye to aur bhi asan honi chahiye!
I could not read his mind and just giggled foolishly.
Chacha-ji: Are ek-do asaan adjustment karne se tumhari ye jawani isi sari mei aur bhi madmast lagegi! Apne jawan bête ko tum anayas apne kabze mei rakh sakogi!
Me: Sach? Kaisa adjustment Chacha-ji? Boliye na!
Chacha-ji: Okay, okay bata raha hoon... Pehla aur sab se saral cheez jo tum kar sakti ho Ram ke liye wo hai... ye jo sari tum peheni huyi ho... usko thoda niche se peheno...
Me: Thoda niche matlab...
Chacha-ji: Thoda niche matlab... (indicating towards my stomach area) ... navi ke niche.
I generally tied my sari just above my navel and if I were to abide by Chacha-ji’s suggestion, I needed to tie my sari below my navel, which I thought was not too indecent a proposal.
Me: Ha... ye kiya ja sakta hai...
Chacha-ji wanted my deep round navel to remain exposed through my sari for my son.
Chacha-ji: The little hesitation that I can see on your face is about exposing your navel I guess... right Beti?
Me: Ji.. ji!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum to bhagyasali ho ke tum itni sundar gehri navi ke adhikari ho!
I was not sure what to say at this praise; honestly I was more surprised about how could Chacha-ji see my navel; it always remain under my sari cover!
Chacha-ji: Aur Beti ye hamesha maanke chalo ke kisi bhi purush ke liye ek aurat ke mamme, gaand aur jaangh ke ilawa ek aur cheez jo wo khuli huyi dekhna chahta hai wo hai uski navi... and Ram will be no different!
He paused as he was busy scratching his crotch; as he was talking all these to me his dick must have got erected and he was smiling too and I blushed out of natural shyness.
Chacha-ji: To thik hai! Kal se tum apni sari kam se kam char inch niche pehenogi... I mean... abhi jaha bandhi ho waha se char inch niche... okay?
I obviously was a bit hesitant listening to that. F-o-u-r inch! Was that not too much? Four inches meant quite a lot... not only my whole navel area would then remain exposed, but also a major portion of my lower abdomen would also remain uncovered if I start tying my sari so low down! I had to object.
Me: Par Chacha-ji... char inch... aap ko nehi lagta...
Chacha-ji: Yehi tum aurat logo ka problem hai! You do not accept things at face value!
Me: Nehi Chacha-ji... Mai manti hoon apki baat par err...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... maine aisa kya galat bol diya! Ekbar khadi ho jao?
I was not at all ready for such a command from my landlord and could not react for a second or two.
Me: Ji?
Chacha-ji: Maine bola Beti tum ekbar khadi ho jao to asaani se sab pata chal jayega!
Why did he want me to stand up? What was he up to? Will he check where I was wearing my sari right now and would show me how much more I should lower my sari to expose my navel? O My God! That would be so, so embarrassing!
Chacha-ji: Are kahe der karti ho Beti! Ram kisi bhi waqt aa sakta hai!
The elderly man said the above words in such a tone that as if I was involved with him in some extra-marital affair and he wanted to do something with me physically before my husband arrived!
Me: Ji... ji...
I had to stand up; he gently pulled me closer by holding my right arm. I could feel my lips were getting dry and my nipples inside my blouse raising their heads. I already started behaving quite edgy and nervous at this sudden development!
Chacha-ji: Pallu ko zara kas lo ekbar...
I had no option but to obey his order though I tried to complain slightly.
Me: Err... kiyu?
Chacha-ji: Pallu ko nehi kassogi to kiase pata chalega ke mai galat char inch zyada bola ya sahi bola?
I obeyed his order like an obedient student and stretched tight my pallu from my waist over my big round breasts onto my shoulder. As I did that I noted that the elderly man was as if drinking the beauty of my big-sized boobs from such close quarters! Since he was sitting on the cot and I was standing right in front of him, it made the situation pretty awkward for me. His eye-level was almost in line with my mammaries and myself being in a standing posture in front of him made my firm boobs looked to be protruding towards his face! I was naturally feeling pretty awkward at this and tried to move back a bit, but before I could do that Chacha-ji started proving his point. .
Chacha-ji: Ha... ab thik hai... dekho Beti.. abhi tum sari yaha bandhi ho...
He now lightly touched the starting point of my sari at my waist with his right hand. I was having such an awkward, embarrassing, and excited feel I was unable to express – it was a mixed feeling and as a result I was unable to react at all!
Chacha-ji: Ab tumhari navi puri tarah covered hai... ab mai bol raha hoon ke tum sari to 4 inch niche bandho... iss ka matlab...
Chacha-ji started to descend his fingers slowly from my navel down my lower abdomen! Though initially he was just touching my sari, but now he was pressing his fingers on my sari-covered navel so that I could easily feel his fingers! I was almost trembling in anticipation and embarrassment as I could sense that he was not only sliding his fingers 4 inches down my navel, but also feeling that area.
Me: Ouch! Aaahh..... bas Chacha-ji... mera matlab... ye to bahut...
I naturally was extremely stiff now. I was obviously very uncomfortable as his right hand hovered on my lower abdomen just above my pussy area.
Chachaji: Ye to bahut kya?
Me: Err... mera matlab... ye to bahut niche hai... err... thoda aur upar hone se thik rahega!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tum kya chahti ho ke Ram ko ksarat karke jhakna pade tumhari navi mei? Huh... Baat karti ho...
I could not stop smiling the way Chacha-ji said “...Ram ko ksarat karke jhakna pade...” My shameless smile must have encouraged Chacha-ji all the more!
Chahca-ji: Ram ke samne tumhari navi puri tarah se drisyaman rehna chahiye... samjhi?
Chacha-ji was inspecting my lower abdomen – in fact towards my sari-covered choot area and that too from such close quarters... I was standing just a feel away from him! He then nodded his head slightly.
Chacha-ji: Umm... to ye thik rahega?
Saying that he moved his fingers an inch above from his previous location of almost touching my pussy hairs! My lips were dry and throat drier as he constantly rubbed my lower tummy area, which of course is a very sensitive area for any female.
Chacah-ji: Yaha?
Me (I almost whispered): Ji...
My condition was pathetic, my face red, my boobs heaving, and my thunder thighs emitting heat. My tone was husky and whispering. Chacha-ji’s fingers now rested over my sari and petticoat at a location exactly above my choot area, hence I was extremely stiff, blushing, and feeling very edgy.
Chacha-ji: Iss se tumhari navi puri tarah se Ram ko dikhega? Let me check... where is your navel? (saying that he simply started as if searching for my navel and pressed and dabbed his fingers all over my navel area)
Me: Aahh....
I naturally exclaimed and moaned softly at this childish naughty behavior of this elderly man!
Chacha-ji: Ye raha! (saying that he just pushed his ring finger along the depth of my navel through my thin sari!)
Me: Aaahhh....
This time my moan was longer and aloud as I felt Chcaha-ji’s finger push inside my deep round navel and his finger circumference fill the entire depth of my navel!
I blushed like anything and clenched my soft lips. Though Chacha-ji did the whole action very normally and in the most casual manner, but a matured male pushing his finger inside my deep navel made me utterly uneasy and edgy. My breathing was still more heavier and my heavy bosom was moving up and down close to Chacha-ji’s eyes. I wondered if my hard, erect nipples were able to be traced through my thin sari and blouse because time and again I found Chacha-ji peeping at my upright twin peaks. The very thought that this elderly man could trace my swollen nipples through my sari made me feel more tight and instantly I sensed my nipples turning hard like nuts! Moreover, the warmth of his palm on my wrist did not allow me to get back to normalcy at all
Chacha-ji: To fir mere khayal se ye jagah thik rahega... what do you say Beti?
Saying that he gently pressed my hand (which he was constantly holding with his left hand). What did he want me to indicate? He was of course not that close to me in any relation to do that! My husband often did that in my early marriage days to indicate me anything silently without using words, viz. he wanted me to remain silent or he wanted me to go to the other room or may be he just wanted to be physically close with me, but definitely I did not share such close relation with my landlord! I was of course feeling offended at his behavior but did not express anything.
I looked down to check what Chacha-ji was suggesting and found that this time his fingers had stopped at a point slightly higher than what he suggested moments ago. I was again shuffling to remain comfortable as his fingers constantly were touching and pressing my lower tummy area and in a way he was surely groping me! I did not want to drag it more and honestly I could easily sense that my body had started to respond to the male touches. I continued to be stiff and was not in a position to reply freely.
Me: Ji...err... thik... thik hai Chacha-ji...
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... ye bilkul thik rahega... kal se tum apni petticoat aur sari yahi bandha karo... iss se ek to iss garmi mei tumhe thoda araam milega (he smiled indicatively) ...aur Ram ke naaazar bhi nischit roop se tum pe tika rahega!
As he talked he continued to give pressure with his fingers on extreme lower abdomen and in fact I felt for a moment that he extended his thumb (which was in the lowermost position) and dabbed momentarily on my thick choot hairs just below his fingers! In my natural reflex action and shyness my hips retracted to avoid his thumb from touching my choot and I had to shuffle to remain normal.
Me: Err... Chacha-ji... Ram ka... mera matlab... Ram ke ane ka waqt ho gaya!
And to my good fortune I could hear Ram’s footsteps. Chacha-ji reluctantly removed his hands off my body. I exhaled a sigh of relief though the elderly man was able to substantially heat me up through this sexy chat session. As soon as Chacha-ji released my hand and hearing Ram coming back, I tried to step back a couple of steps as quickly as I could and in my hurried state I almost stepped on the cup and plate which Chacha-ji had kept down on the floor after having his tea.
Me: Eeeii....
I tried to sway my body quickly to the other side to avoid kicking the cup and plate and breaking it. I was naturally somewhat unbalanced and since there was nothing to latch on to I grabbed Chacha-ji’s shirt who was just alighting from his chair at that time. He could have easily just held my hand to help me balance, but the elderly man not only held my hand with his right hand but also pushed his left hand by the side of my body towards my ass to help me stand properly. The second effort was clearly, clearly not required at all, but since it happened so spontaneously and involuntarily from his side that there was nothing I could do to resist. As I was unbalanced and almost stepped on the cup and plate, Chacha-ji quickly held me by my hand, but simultaneously I sensed Chacha-ji’s other free hand grazed passed my waist and his palm and held my ‘back’ as if to give me proper support to get back my balance. But in reality it was absolutely redundant and his palm instead of holding my waist, rested on my fleshy buttocks, and to spell it out more clearly Chacha-ji actually palmed my heavy-fleshed ass globe very cunningly over my sari! I could sense all his five fingers stretched out on the round contour of my ass flesh feeling its firmness and heaviness! My face was red instantly and I almost trembled in Chacha-ji’s arms. Though he removed his hand off my sari-covered buttocks almost immediately as I was able to stand properly, and in came Ram, so we both tried to act most normally in front of him.
