Update 09
Haria: Are Malik… kuch ek purani banyan, chaddi mil jaye to kam ho jayega…
Chacha-ji (now turning towards me): Kiyu Beti? Hai kuch Ram ke purane banyan?
Me: Ji… ek-adh hai.. par fata hua… chalega Haria?
Haria: Dekhe to sahi…
I quickly searched for Ram’s old vests in the wardrobe and handed a couple to Haria.
Haria: Ye to sala pura hi fata hua hai… Nehi... ye nehi kaam ayega Bhabi-ji! Aur nehi hai?
I nodded negatively.
Haria: To fir dekhiye naa agar aap ki koi purani chaddi mil jaye to usse kaam chala lunga mai!
Meri chaddi!
I was instantly breathing heavier as I heard the low class man request for my old used panty! I had started to feel tighter now as things were going beyond my control a bit. I never realized that this sort of thing might come up while sewing a new dress from older unused clothes. And, Chacha-ji added to my awkwardness.
Chacha-ji: Ye to mil hi jayega… kiyu Beti? Are nehi mai apni utar ke de deta hoon! Ha ha ha…
Chacha-ji’s crude joke did not amuse me at all, but I had to smile to his laugh. With hesitant steps I moved towards the cupboard to look for my old panties and Chacha-ji intensified my embarrassment all the more by conversing bullshit with that low class man!
Chacha-ji: Kiyu re Hara… mere underpant se kaam nehi hoga?
Haria: Nehi Mailk… aap to chaddi nehi pehente ho na…
Chacha-ji: What? Mai chaddi nehi peheta hoon? Mai kya hameisha aise hi ghoomta rehta hoon? Kehna kya chata hai tu?
Haria: Nehi nehi…
Chacha-ji: Kya nehi nehi! Ha? (lowering his voice a bit so that I could not hear) Sala kamina kahika… bolna kya chahta hai? Mai kya bina chaddi ke lund khada karke ghoomta hoon?
Haria: Are Mailk… aap suniye to sahi! Aap to bina samjhehi baras pade! Mai keh raha hoon ke aap to underpant pehente ho … chaddi jise kehte hai wo to nehi pehente ho naa?
Chacha-ji: Oh! To aisa bol naa!
Haria: Aap pura bolne doge tab naa… Ab dekhiye… gents underpant ke kapde to safed aur bilkul patle hota hai… wo ladies dress ke stitching mei andar se jo support chahiye hota hai wo nehi de sakta…
Chacha-ji: I see.
As the two males conversed I was trying to think what to do! I had to reply something. I could not outrightly deny that I had no old discarded panties at all! If I did that there was every possibility that Haria would demand one of my current panties. Oh No!
Haria: Chachi bhi ab nehi rahe ke unse kuch madad mil jata!
Chach-ji: Kaun? Anuradha? Teri Chachi? Hmmm... par usse koi madad nehi milti!
Haria: Kiyu Malik?
Chacha-ji: Are Anuradha ko mai kabhi ye sab pehente nehi dekha!
Haria: Are Malik…ghar mei nehi pehenti hogi…
Chacha-ji: Are nehi re! Wo to ye sab modern kapde kabhi peheni nehi… hamesha sari-blouse hi pehenti thi… aur niche aur kuch nehi pehenti thi.
Haria: Ho sakta hai aap ko pata nehi par bahar jane ke waqt…
Chacha-ji (losing his temper): Abe chutiye! Mai uska pati hoon… mujhe pata nehi hoga! (lowering his voice a bit) Anuradha ko mai choddta tha ke koi aur? Sari-petticoat ke niche wo hamesha nangi rehna hi pasand karti thi!
I was unable to take any more. My ears were all red. I was breathing heavily. What was Chacha-ji doing? Haria was his servant and he was explaining him how his deceased wife used to dress up! Did she wear a panty or not under her dress?
In any case I could not just keep silent any more! I had to admit that I had a couple of old panties which Haria could take for stitching purpose. Moreover, I was also feeling awkward in another way that I was stooping in front of the cupboard in the name of searching for my panty and both males were right behind me, surely observing and getting pleasures from viewing my round protruding fleshy sari-covered ass.
Me: Err… Haria… (picking up two of my old unused panties) … ye mila hai… par ye kafi purane hai…
Haria (taking the panties from my hand): Bhabi-ji, ye to bilkul kuchal gaya hai…
Saying that he got busy in straightening my panties which were naturally crushed as they were kept in a plastic packet under other clothes in the wardrobe. Chacha-ji was also eagerly looking down at him how he was uncurling and straightening my panty with his hands.
I was naturally feeling extremely tight and was clenching my lips in some nervousness though I tried to train my mind that though he worked as a servant in our house he actually was a ladies tailor and he was just doing his job ensuring what he needed for sewing a new dress for me.
Did I not go to a male tailor in a ladies tailor shop to give measurement of my blouse? Did I not talk about my personal matters there about fitting, tightness or loosening, undergarments etc.? Haria was also a ladies tailor! I should be open and act normally to him.
Chacha-ji: Isse hoga tera kaam? Kya cut piece – wat piece?
Haria: Ji ji malik… jhaakaas kam hoga!
Chacha-ji: Good!
Haria: Bhabi-ji… ye purane to hai… par dekhiye ek bhi chedd (=hole) nehi hai?
I was just stunned. It seemed that both Haria and Chacha-ji had taken the job of bombarding me with humiliation! I naturally remained silent.
Chacha-ji: Are ye kaha ka burbak ba! Ladkiyo ki chaddi mei kabhi chedd hota hai? Wo to ladko ke chaddi mei hota hai…
Haria: Lo kar lo baat! Ye jankari aap ko kaun diya Malik?
Chacha-ji: Are iss mei jankari ki kya hai? Ye to sabhi jante hai ye kiyu hota hai… kya Beti? Mai kuch galat bola?
I was simple appalled the way comment after comment was put forward to me to be answered.
O God! What should I reply?
I could not deny the fact what Chacha-ji was referring to was absolutely true! I did not notice holes in my husband’s briefs but none in my panties!
Me (stammering miserably): Jj… ji nehi! Aap se-se…-sehi bole hain… par Chacha-ji… cho… choriye naa ye sab baat… ab jab…
But my efforts went for a waste as Haria now sprung into the conversation.
Haria: Bhabi-ji.. aap to kamal karti hai! Aap kaise bol diye ke Malik sahi bol rahe hain? Ho sakta hai ke aap khud-ki dekhi ho… par mai ek ladies tailor shop mei kaam kar chukka hoon… waha mai angeenat ladki aur aurat ko…
Chacha-ji: …dekha hai… ha janta hoon… to kya? Tu kya har ladki ki kapde utar ke uski panty check karta tha? ..ke dekhe behen-ji chedd hai ke nehi? Sala motherchod... Baat karta hai!
Haria: Nehi Malik… wo baat nehi… par mere kehna ka matlab hai ke mai bahut sari aurat ki maap liya hoon, kapde silwaya hoon… matlab un logo ko kareeb se dekha hoon aur iss liye mujhe ye jankari hai!
Chacha-ji: Kareeb se dekha hoon ka matlab kya hai Haria? Tere tailoring shop mei tu kisi aurat ka maap liya aur tujhe samajh me aa gaya ke uski chaddi ki color kya hai… uss mei chedd hai ke nehi?!? Mai kya gadha hoon?
I remained just a silent spectator of this hot and embarrassing conversation and things got worst at Chacha-ji’s next comment!
Chacha-ji: Are maan le ke tujhe abhi teri Bhabi-ji ka maap lena hai… tu kaise bol payega ke teri Bhabi-ji abhi panty peheni hui hai ke nehi? Kaise bolega halkut? Sari uthake dekhega ya teri Bhabi-ji ka gaand dabake dekhe ga?
I was just stunned the way things were going vulgar, dirty indications were made very directly, and both males were using slang in front of me. They probably forgot that I was a housewife of a decent family! I had started to breathe heavier and felt sweaty and since today I was wearing my bra under my blouse I was naturally also feeling tautness about my milk-filled boobs straining against the cups of my super-tight bra.
Haria: Malik… aap ne dobara meri baat puri nehi suni! Aap to kabhi ladies tailor shop mei kaam nehi kiye hai na… iss liye… waha bina chahte huye bhi aap bahut kuch dekh sakte hai jo aam taur pe sunke aap ko biswas nehi hoga…
Me (very weakly): Chacha-ji… Rehne dijiye na... baat ko aur mat badhaiye!
I tried to avoid and break off that topic, but expectedly failed as my voice was meek; I was blushing, I was shy, I was irritated, and I was also involuntarily having a sense of exhilaration too!
Chacha-ji: Kya Beti! Ye kamina kuch bhi bolega mai maan loonga!
Chacha-ji seemed all set to argue and win the debate with this low class man on this dirty and humiliating topic.
Chacha-ji: Abe tu kahe silent hai? Samjha mujhe!
Haria: Wohi to keh raha tha ke Bhabi-ji tok diya! Baat ye hai ke waha mujhe bina chahte huye bhi bahut kuch dikh jata tha...
He paused a bit. Honestly listening to this hot and indicative conversation my nipples had already gotten harder inside my blouse and I started feeling quite uncomfortable standing like that in front of two males.
Haria: Dekhiye Malik… apna ladies tailor shop to chota tha… ek hi room ko partition karke sab chalta tha… usi mei maap lena hota tha… cutting bhi hoti thi, machine bhi chalta tha, aur ladki-log bhi wohi naye kapde try karke dekhti thi… aur mai kayi shadi-shuda aurat to trial dene ke waqt kapde badalte huye dekha hoon… khaas taur se jo auratye ghagra ya skirt ki trial dene aati thi… maine notice kiya ke unke panty mei bhi kabhi kabhi chedd hoti thii! Kasam se Malik!
Chacha-ji: Hmm… tu jab keh raha hai dekha hai… to ho sakta hai… par har cheez ka to kuch reasoning hota hai na… dekh mard logo ke underwear mei chedd hona samajh mei aata hai par…
Haria: Ha Malik… wo to swabhabik hai… mard-logo ke launda to bari bari khada ho jata hai aur ghista hai aur dhakelta hai chaddi ke kapde ke upar…aur usse chedd ho jana to aam baat hai!
Chacha-ji: Par ladies log ke to lund nehi hote naaa… to chedd kaise hoga?
Haria laughed out loudly and seeing that Chacha-ji was also smiling. He looked up at me. I felt more tight and involuntarily adjusted my pallu though it was not required. His eye to eye contact with me made me more tight and my breathing got faster. I could easily feel that my heavy boobs were now straining against my tight blouse.
Chacha-ji: Kiyu Beti? Is there anything wrong in my logic?
I was feeling so humiliated; my ears were already warm and emitting heat. I just chuckled at Chacha-ji not knowing what to do and what to say!
Haria (stopping his shameless laugh): Par malik… aapne shayad dhyan nehi diya ke mai bola tha ke maine angeenat shadi-shuda aurat ko ghagra ya skirt ki trial dete huye dekha hoon… Kuwari ladkiyo ke nehi…
Chacha-ji: O! O! O! O! Ab samajh mei aya cheez! Actually ye angle se mai socha nehi tha ke shadi-shuda aurat ko jab unke pati pyar karta hoga to apne khada lund kayi bar dhakela hoga aur ragda hoga unke panty ke upar se hi… to lagatar ye karne se kabhi kabar chedd ho sakta hai ladkiyo ke chaddi mei bhi... tu sahi bola Haria!
Haria: Aap maan gaye – yehi bahut hai Malik!
Chacha-ji (noting me looking towards the floor in shy condition): Abe sale... sara din kya teri Bhabi-ji wait karengi? Tere nayi dress ke design wagera sab kaha hai?
Chacha-ji at last thought of me! I was much relived though was still feeling tight about what I heard. Honestly I was almost freezing within myself thinking that if Chacha-ji asked me why there was no hole in my panties, me being a married woman. How would I explain him that whenever Vinay used to be horny (other than being on bed) he used to strip me especially of my undergarments first from over my dress and made love to me!
Many a days it happened that after lovemaking I was wearing my sari-blouse but had lost my bra and panty to him as he had forced his hands inside my blouse and opened the bra hook and pulled it out or pull up my sari and lowered my panty to the floor. Even while wearing a nighty and making love to my husband (not on bed of course) many a days I had my nighty on my body till the end, but Vinay had pushed his hands inside my nighty and easily had peeled off my bra and panty and made me naked under my nighty as he loved me and pushed his erect dick on my choot and ass.
Chacha-ji: To ab kaam ki baat karte hai … Haria!
Haria: Ji Malik!
Chacha-ji: Jaise tujhe teri Bhabi-ji kal batayi thi tujhe… ke iss garmi se bachne ke liye kuch ek nayi adhunik kapde tujhe silwake dena hai…aur dusri bat… teri Bhabi-ji abhi jo ghar mei pehen rahi hai… matabal sari, blouse aur petticoat… uss mei agar kuch tu alter kar sakta hai taki usse teri Bhabi-ji ko thoda araam mile aur pasina bhi kam ho… to...
Haria: Ji ji Malik! Dono ho jayega… mai taiyar hoon!
Chacha-ji: To bata kaha se suru karen... Beti?
I was naturally much, much relieved that the vulgar chat had ended.
Me: Ye... yes Chacha-ji...
I adjusted my pallu again (probably out of natural shyness standing in front of two adult males) and stepped forward. Chacha-ji looked from the corner of his eyes at my deep navel which was brazenly exposed through my sari and I noted that Haria once again scratched his crotch openly in front of me, rather I found the low class man to rub and scratch his penis and balls (!!!) too very crudely over his short half pant!
Haria: To Bhabi-ji.. ye dekhiye khaas kar aap ke liye mai ye leke niche aya?
Saying that he indicated to his plastic carry bag.
Me: Kya hai uss mei?
Haria slowly pulled out a big album-type hard bound copy along with a tape, a scissor, a pencil, and a small notepad. I could make out that they were his tailoring tools.
Me: Ye sab to samajh mei aa raha hai.. par uss mei kya hai?
Haria: Ab dekhiye Bhabi-ji... jab aap ladies tailor ke paas jati hain to wo aapko catalogue dikhata hai na?
I nodded.
Haria: Ye catalogue to nehi hai... par waha ke Master darzi bana diye the mujhe taki ye madad aaye mujhe jab mai dubara kaam karu iss line mei!
Me: I see...
Haria: Bhabi-ji mere khayal se pehle baat karte hai blouse ke bare mei... kiyu ki petticoat aur sari to asani se alter ho jayenge... par blouse ke alter prakriya thoda pechida hai...
Chacha-ji was listening silently so far but he did not have the habit to sit quietly for long and he invariably poked his nose.
Chacha-ji: Ha ha.. itna to mai bhi janta hoon ke blouse ke sleeves alter kiya ja sakta hai... umm... blouse ke backside alter kiya ja sakta hai aur samne ki... kya bolte hai usko... umm... lapel? nehi, nehi... collar? Nehi... Umm... neck... ha... ha... neck bhi to alter kiya ja sakta hai... kiyu Beti sahi bola na mai?
I could not stop smiling the way Chacha-ji narrated/remembered the things – he appeared just like a student who was as if answering his oral test! He must have got this much info from his deceased wife, I thought.
Me: Ji...
Haria: Ha Malik... aap ne lagbhag thik-i bola hai... iske elawa bhi do-teen cheez hai jo alter ya adjust karte hai hum blouse mei customer ke demand ke upar... par ye teen hi mukhya hai!
Haria now took his tailoring copy and asked us to come to the table so that we could have a better look at that. Chacha-ji got up from his chair and Haria was now on one side of the table with his scrapbook and myself and Chacha-ji on the other side exactly opposite to him.
Haria: Bhabi-ji... dhyan dijiyega... iss mei lagbhab saare designs, cuts, aur styles ki tasvire hai... aap ko jo bhi pasand aayegii mai aapko silwa ke de sakta hoon!
Me: Hmm... dekhte hai...
Haria: Blouse se chalu karte hain Bhabi-ji... pehle aapko wohi dikhata hoon jo aap pehenti ho... matlab conservative wali... taki aap bol sake kaha kya changes karna hai...
Chacha-ji: Aur Beti... mere khayal se Haria ke paas tasvire hone se tumhe ek andaza bhi ho jayega ke tum kaisi lagogi wo pehen-ne se...
Chacha-ji winked his eye at me as if to indicate that I would also be able to assess how appealing I would look to my grownup son wearing the modern styles. I smiled shamelessly at him and nodded.
Haria: Ye dekhiye Bhabi-ji... (turning a few pages and stopping at a particular) ..ye aapki wali blouse hai... conservative wali...
I initially thought that it would be some sketchy or some old pictures, which I had also seen in my ladies tailor shop, but seeing the vibrant lively pictures of the women posing in only blouse and petticoat to show the blouse design I was honestly bowled over and taken aback!
Chacha-ji was almost stooping over the pic and I could see he was rubbing and stroking his crotch with his left hand over his lungi. At this age even he really seemed to be enjoying the pictures of these sexy young beauties!
Haria: Thik hai na Bhabi-ji? Aap ke blouse ki style aise hai to?
Me: Yes Haria.... I wore this type only!
Haria: Par Bhabi-ji you should always try different types also... kiyu-ki you never know which you fit you the best!
Me: Hmm.. wo baat to hai... I did not think it that way prior.
Haria: Ab sochne lage hai... bahut achhhi baat hai! (looking down now) ...pPehle hum kuch tasvire dekh lete hai...isse aapko kuch idea mil jayega Bhabi-ji... aur mere paas tasvir hone se aap nischit rahengi ke blouse alter hone ke baad how it would look...
He sounded quite reasonable to me and I was satisfied and nodded in acceptance. He turned onto the next page where another young beautiful woman’s pic was there in pallu-less condition.
Chacha-ji was almost stooping over the pic and I could see he was rubbing and stroking his crotch with his left hand over his lungi. At this age even he really seemed to be enjoying the pictures of these sexy young beauties!
Haria: Thik hai na Bhabi-ji? Aap ke blouse ki style aise hai to?
Me: Yes Haria.... I wore this type only!
Haria: Par Bhabi-ji you should always try different types also... kiyu-ki you never know which you fit you the best!
Me: Hmm.. wo baat to hai... I did not think it that way prior.
Haria: Ab sochne lage hai... bahut achhhi baat hai! (looking down now) ...pPehle hum kuch tasvire dekh lete hai...isse aapko kuch idea mil jayega Bhabi-ji... aur mere paas tasvir hone se aap nischit rahengi ke blouse alter hone ke baad how it would look...
He sounded quite reasonable to me and I was satisfied and nodded in acceptance. He turned onto the next page where another young beautiful woman’s pic was there in pallu-less condition.
Haria: Bhabi-ji... jaise aap bhi jante hain ke iss type ke blouse ki khasiyat yehi hai ke ye apki mam... err... mera matlab... ye aapko puri tarah se dhakti hai... par aaj ke adhunik yug mei aur iss garmi mei... mere khayal se ye ek burden hai pehen-na!
Me: Burden?
Chacha-ji: Mujhe to ek hi burden dikh raha hai... jo uss ladki ke blouse ke andar hai... He he he...
Both males laughed out at this crude joke and as my eyes met with Chacha-ji’s I had to smile too.
Me: Chacha-ji...aap bhi na...!
Chacha-ji: Wah Haria wah! Iss ladki ko dekhke to dil bhar gaya!
Haria: Malik ladki nehi... hum blouse ki baat kar rahe hai... aap sirf uski blouse dekhiye please!
Chacha-ji (nodding his head): Ha ha ha ha...
I could not stop smiling at the low class man’s coarse tease. Just then Haria turned the page and showed another picture and I was quite taken aback seeing that picture.
The woman in picture resembled me very much! She appeared like a simple housewife! Very homely, just like me! I could even note the vermilion on her forehead and the choker she was wearing on her neck also resembled mine!
But... but how could she pose like that? She seemed to be a decent housewife! She did not appear to be a whore to get her picture taken like this and make it public. I noted the pink blouse she was wearing was tight enough to reflect her nipple impression and indeed her pallu was down in a very sexy way! Even her hair length and lip thickness resembled mine! I was really stunned by this pic.
How could this sort of a private picture came to this tailor?
Haria: Mujhe lagta hai Bhabi-ji ke... aap agar abhi apna pallu niche karenge to...
Me: What?
Haria: Err... am sorry... mera matlab Bhabi-ji... aap abhi jo blouse peheni huyi hai... uski cutting our fitting bilkul iske saath match karta hai...
Since Chacha-ji was standing beside me on my left side, he looked at the picture once on the table and turned towards me (read my mammaries) and tallied my blouse with the picture and nodded feverishly.
Chacha-ji: Yes yes Haira... ye tun-e bilkul sahi kaha!
I was turning red as I could note that both males were looking at the picture of that married woman’s blouse-covered full sized breast and was trying to compare that with mine!
Haria: To yaha se Bhabi-ji suru hoga apna alter karne ka silsila... ab mai jo tasvire aap ko dikhaunga usse aap samajh payengi kaise apki ye conservative blouse dheere dheere modern ho sakta hai... Thik hai?
I could not yet come out of the hangover of that picture. It resembled me so much!
Me: O... okkay.
Though I was a bit apprehensive at where things would now lead to but was at the same time keen to see the new designs Haria had in mind.
Haria: Bhabi-ji... pehle baat karte hai hooks ke bare mei? Matlab... blouse ke hooks ke bare mei... to currently ap jo blouse pehenti hai... uss mei kitne hooks hai? Chaar(4) ya paach(5)?
At the very first go I was a bit confused; frankly I did not remember how many hooks were there in my blouse and literally I started counting.... one.. two... three... four... and was honestly confused between 4 and 5.
Me: Cha... chaar shayad... err... umm... nehi nehi paach!
Haria: Bhabi-ji! Aap to bade rasik ho! He he he... Jo blouse aap roj pehenti aur khulti ho uss mei kitne hooks hai ye aapko pata nehi! Does someone else open it for you? He he he...
I could clearly relate what the low class man tried to indicate and my face was turning red in shyness and anxiousness. Honestly I could not recap how many hooks were there in my blouse – 4 or 5 – and I was getting nervous also standing to answer it in front of two males.
I also thought that if I verbalize a wrong figure to Haria that would be extremely embarrassing for me. Seeing me silent, Chacha-ji also joined the party!
Chacha-ji: Iss se behetar hota... Haria tu tere Vinay Bhaiya se hi pooch leta! Ha ha ha
My face was now fully red and I felt extremely tight inside with both Chacha-ji and Haria smiling at me. I clenched my lips with my teeth and breathed heavy to overcome the situation. I had also started to breathe heavy making my bra strain against my firm heavy boob flesh.
Me: Mera matlab Chacha-ji....
I involuntarily looked down as if to check how many hooks were there in my blouse, but naturally I could not check that due to my sari pallu.
Haria: Ye dekhiye Bhabi-ji... do alag alag aurat... dono sirf blouse mei hai...... ek mei delhiya 4 hooks hai... aur ek mei dekhiye 5 hooks hai...
As I looked down I instantly felt uneasy and tight and breathed heavier the way the pics were taken. Though I knew it was shown to me from a tailoring angle, but frankly it did not look like that these pics were taken to show any blouse design or number of hooks, or fitting, etc.! Both pictures purely revealed the beauty and sexiness of woman’s breasts!
Chacha-ji: Kaha kaha... dekhe!
Saying that Chacha-ji again stopped over the women’s photos and simply made me more embarrassed as the elderly man started counting the hooks using his fingers! It looked so indecent as if he was touching the breasts of those two women in picture! Chacha-ji deliberately moved his fingers on the entire boob flesh of the women over their blouse - one by one – while counting their blouse hooks! I felt so mortified that I had to take off my eyes from the pictures.
Haria: Aap ke wali kaun si hai Bhabi-ji?
Chacha-ji (moving his fingers time and again on the picture): Dono hi kafi attractive hai... He he he... I mean... the hooks... char hooks wali bhi... aur paach hooks wali bhi!
I was obviously not amused at Haria or Chacha-ji’s evocative remarks. On the contrary I was feeling more awkward noting the utter flimsiness of the blouses the women were wearing in the picture. In both cases I noted that the brassiere was quite clearly visible especially the woman in the black blouse!
The worst part was that I could not avoid the feeling of being tickled and I had stated sensing tightness about my boobies and heat had started to emit from my rotund thighs which were familiar feelings when I got elated.
Haria: Bhab-ji... aap chup kiyu hai? Mai kya kuch galat pooch liya?
Chacha-ji: Are Haria... where from is the question of galti coming! As a tailor... to alter her blouse you have to know how many hooks are there in her blouse! (turning to me) Beti... sharmao mat apne tailor se! Or... or... is it that you are not 100% sure!!!!
Chacha-ji hit the bull’s eye. I looked confused and silent.
Chacha-ji: Are bhai... if that is the case... ek bar dekh lo naa Beti! Kaun si badi baat hai!
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji... aap dekh ke hi bataiye naa! No problems at all!
I realized that I was cornered to the last option and I had to opt for it. I quickly pushed my right hand below my pallu and shamelessly felt my blouse hooks in order to count and narrate them! That must have been a sweetly tempting sight for the two males to note me do that! I noted from the corner of my eyes that both males had eye contacts between them and were chuckling.
Me: Pa... paach!
Haria: To aap ki blouse pink wali ki tarah hai… Okay Bhabi-ji. Ye jankari iss liye liya ke aap ko abhi mai ek dusri variety dikhaoonga!
Me: Okay... dikhao!
I tried to behave normally by answering him trying to cover my nervousness. But I had never expected what was in store for me in the next picture!
Haria: Ye pehle dekh lijiye Bhabi-ji... fir batata hoon.
Saying that he turned to another page.
Me: Eeeiii!
I could not stop exclaiming seeing the pic of the woman wearing the yellow blouse – the whole of her mammary including her areola and nipples could be seen clearly through her blouse in the picture! I sensed an instant stiffening of my nipples inside my dress and my lips got drier.
Chacha-ji: Wow! Ye style to mast hai re!
He was naturally looking at the yellow bloused woman very eagerly.
Chacha-ji: But Haria… ek baat bata... koi aurat agar aise bheegi hui blouse pehen ke rahegi... He he he... to sardi nehi lag jayegi?
Haria: Oho Malik… I showed this picture to Bhabi-ji to demonstrate the make and styling of the blouse… uss aurat ki choochiyan dekhne ke liye nehi dikhaya!
He paused. My condition was sliding from worse to worst! I could not shift my eyes for a second from the dark areolas of the woman wearing the yellow blouse.
Haria: Dhyan se dekhiye Mailik… uss ki blouse mei hooks nehi hai, button hai!
Chacha-ji naturally got irritated the way Haria replied to him.
Chacha-ji: Abe behenchod! Tu mujhe button dikha raha hai! Button! Chal mai to mard hoon… teri Bhabi-ji to aurat hai… unn se poochte hai…
Chacha-ji now turned towards me.
Chacha-ji: Beti… tum hi bolo… tumhe kya buttons dikh rahi hai?
Obviously I was not in a position to give any view as I was literally feeling like a cat on a hot tin roof!
Chacha-ji: Mujhe to sirf do hi button dikh rahe hai… aur wo hai uss aurat ke mamme ki buttons… kiyu Beti?
Though I had no answer but honestly I also felt the same way. How could a tailor keep such a picture for demonstrating buttons etc.?
Chacha-ji now quite openly rubbed and scratched his crotch over his lungi, more specifically he stroked his lund holding it with his left hand looking at this provocative picture. And frankly I could not blame him too as the picture was too hot and provocative!
Haria: Kya Malik… kuch to sharam kijiye! Iss umar mei bhi aap…
Chacha-ji: Sala motherchod! (he mockingly slapped Haria) Mere umar pe jata hai!
Haria often used slang and foul language which was natural for a low class man to use, but I noted that Chacha-ji was also using slang and offensive language in front of me quite openly, not caring that I was a married woman!
Haria: Bhabi-ji… aap bhi kya Chacha-ji ki tarah sochte hai? Kuch to boliye!
Me (almost whispering): Ha... err… umm… ha…
I was feeling so tight and edgy with dry lips and dry throat that I was babbling nonsense! I hardly could express my opinion.
Haria: Dekhiye Bhabi-ji… aap to bari bari Harpal ko doodh pilati ho… to aap ko blouse kholna padta hai... to aapko decide karna hai ke kiss mei aap comfortable ho? Hook ya button?
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… I also think this is a pertinent question that you should decide whether you are comfortable in opening buttons or hooks as you need to breast-feed Harpal quite a few times in the day. If you ask me I will go for buttons… its much easier to open and close them I feel!
My face was red and I was breathing heavily now with my big firm mammaries going up and down inside my blouse and both males must have been noting that sexy movement. I thought it best to agree to Chacha-ji so that I had to talk less about this sensitive and embarrassing topic and explaining my viewpoint.
Me: Err…hmm… ji… mai aap se… err… sehmat hoon!
Chacha-ji: Great! That’s done then Haria… replace hooks with buttons while altering… and five buttons for my Beti!
Haria nodded and noted that in his notebook with a pencil.
Chacha-ji (now turning towards me): Kiyu Beti? Hai kuch Ram ke purane banyan?
Me: Ji… ek-adh hai.. par fata hua… chalega Haria?
Haria: Dekhe to sahi…
I quickly searched for Ram’s old vests in the wardrobe and handed a couple to Haria.
Haria: Ye to sala pura hi fata hua hai… Nehi... ye nehi kaam ayega Bhabi-ji! Aur nehi hai?
I nodded negatively.
Haria: To fir dekhiye naa agar aap ki koi purani chaddi mil jaye to usse kaam chala lunga mai!
Meri chaddi!
I was instantly breathing heavier as I heard the low class man request for my old used panty! I had started to feel tighter now as things were going beyond my control a bit. I never realized that this sort of thing might come up while sewing a new dress from older unused clothes. And, Chacha-ji added to my awkwardness.
Chacha-ji: Ye to mil hi jayega… kiyu Beti? Are nehi mai apni utar ke de deta hoon! Ha ha ha…
Chacha-ji’s crude joke did not amuse me at all, but I had to smile to his laugh. With hesitant steps I moved towards the cupboard to look for my old panties and Chacha-ji intensified my embarrassment all the more by conversing bullshit with that low class man!
Chacha-ji: Kiyu re Hara… mere underpant se kaam nehi hoga?
Haria: Nehi Mailk… aap to chaddi nehi pehente ho na…
Chacha-ji: What? Mai chaddi nehi peheta hoon? Mai kya hameisha aise hi ghoomta rehta hoon? Kehna kya chata hai tu?
Haria: Nehi nehi…
Chacha-ji: Kya nehi nehi! Ha? (lowering his voice a bit so that I could not hear) Sala kamina kahika… bolna kya chahta hai? Mai kya bina chaddi ke lund khada karke ghoomta hoon?
Haria: Are Mailk… aap suniye to sahi! Aap to bina samjhehi baras pade! Mai keh raha hoon ke aap to underpant pehente ho … chaddi jise kehte hai wo to nehi pehente ho naa?
Chacha-ji: Oh! To aisa bol naa!
Haria: Aap pura bolne doge tab naa… Ab dekhiye… gents underpant ke kapde to safed aur bilkul patle hota hai… wo ladies dress ke stitching mei andar se jo support chahiye hota hai wo nehi de sakta…
Chacha-ji: I see.
As the two males conversed I was trying to think what to do! I had to reply something. I could not outrightly deny that I had no old discarded panties at all! If I did that there was every possibility that Haria would demand one of my current panties. Oh No!
Haria: Chachi bhi ab nehi rahe ke unse kuch madad mil jata!
Chach-ji: Kaun? Anuradha? Teri Chachi? Hmmm... par usse koi madad nehi milti!
Haria: Kiyu Malik?
Chacha-ji: Are Anuradha ko mai kabhi ye sab pehente nehi dekha!
Haria: Are Malik…ghar mei nehi pehenti hogi…
Chacha-ji: Are nehi re! Wo to ye sab modern kapde kabhi peheni nehi… hamesha sari-blouse hi pehenti thi… aur niche aur kuch nehi pehenti thi.
Haria: Ho sakta hai aap ko pata nehi par bahar jane ke waqt…
Chacha-ji (losing his temper): Abe chutiye! Mai uska pati hoon… mujhe pata nehi hoga! (lowering his voice a bit) Anuradha ko mai choddta tha ke koi aur? Sari-petticoat ke niche wo hamesha nangi rehna hi pasand karti thi!
I was unable to take any more. My ears were all red. I was breathing heavily. What was Chacha-ji doing? Haria was his servant and he was explaining him how his deceased wife used to dress up! Did she wear a panty or not under her dress?
In any case I could not just keep silent any more! I had to admit that I had a couple of old panties which Haria could take for stitching purpose. Moreover, I was also feeling awkward in another way that I was stooping in front of the cupboard in the name of searching for my panty and both males were right behind me, surely observing and getting pleasures from viewing my round protruding fleshy sari-covered ass.
Me: Err… Haria… (picking up two of my old unused panties) … ye mila hai… par ye kafi purane hai…
Haria (taking the panties from my hand): Bhabi-ji, ye to bilkul kuchal gaya hai…
Saying that he got busy in straightening my panties which were naturally crushed as they were kept in a plastic packet under other clothes in the wardrobe. Chacha-ji was also eagerly looking down at him how he was uncurling and straightening my panty with his hands.
I was naturally feeling extremely tight and was clenching my lips in some nervousness though I tried to train my mind that though he worked as a servant in our house he actually was a ladies tailor and he was just doing his job ensuring what he needed for sewing a new dress for me.
Did I not go to a male tailor in a ladies tailor shop to give measurement of my blouse? Did I not talk about my personal matters there about fitting, tightness or loosening, undergarments etc.? Haria was also a ladies tailor! I should be open and act normally to him.
Chacha-ji: Isse hoga tera kaam? Kya cut piece – wat piece?
Haria: Ji ji malik… jhaakaas kam hoga!
Chacha-ji: Good!
Haria: Bhabi-ji… ye purane to hai… par dekhiye ek bhi chedd (=hole) nehi hai?
I was just stunned. It seemed that both Haria and Chacha-ji had taken the job of bombarding me with humiliation! I naturally remained silent.
Chacha-ji: Are ye kaha ka burbak ba! Ladkiyo ki chaddi mei kabhi chedd hota hai? Wo to ladko ke chaddi mei hota hai…
Haria: Lo kar lo baat! Ye jankari aap ko kaun diya Malik?
Chacha-ji: Are iss mei jankari ki kya hai? Ye to sabhi jante hai ye kiyu hota hai… kya Beti? Mai kuch galat bola?
I was simple appalled the way comment after comment was put forward to me to be answered.
O God! What should I reply?
I could not deny the fact what Chacha-ji was referring to was absolutely true! I did not notice holes in my husband’s briefs but none in my panties!
Me (stammering miserably): Jj… ji nehi! Aap se-se…-sehi bole hain… par Chacha-ji… cho… choriye naa ye sab baat… ab jab…
But my efforts went for a waste as Haria now sprung into the conversation.
Haria: Bhabi-ji.. aap to kamal karti hai! Aap kaise bol diye ke Malik sahi bol rahe hain? Ho sakta hai ke aap khud-ki dekhi ho… par mai ek ladies tailor shop mei kaam kar chukka hoon… waha mai angeenat ladki aur aurat ko…
Chacha-ji: …dekha hai… ha janta hoon… to kya? Tu kya har ladki ki kapde utar ke uski panty check karta tha? ..ke dekhe behen-ji chedd hai ke nehi? Sala motherchod... Baat karta hai!
Haria: Nehi Malik… wo baat nehi… par mere kehna ka matlab hai ke mai bahut sari aurat ki maap liya hoon, kapde silwaya hoon… matlab un logo ko kareeb se dekha hoon aur iss liye mujhe ye jankari hai!
Chacha-ji: Kareeb se dekha hoon ka matlab kya hai Haria? Tere tailoring shop mei tu kisi aurat ka maap liya aur tujhe samajh me aa gaya ke uski chaddi ki color kya hai… uss mei chedd hai ke nehi?!? Mai kya gadha hoon?
I remained just a silent spectator of this hot and embarrassing conversation and things got worst at Chacha-ji’s next comment!
Chacha-ji: Are maan le ke tujhe abhi teri Bhabi-ji ka maap lena hai… tu kaise bol payega ke teri Bhabi-ji abhi panty peheni hui hai ke nehi? Kaise bolega halkut? Sari uthake dekhega ya teri Bhabi-ji ka gaand dabake dekhe ga?
I was just stunned the way things were going vulgar, dirty indications were made very directly, and both males were using slang in front of me. They probably forgot that I was a housewife of a decent family! I had started to breathe heavier and felt sweaty and since today I was wearing my bra under my blouse I was naturally also feeling tautness about my milk-filled boobs straining against the cups of my super-tight bra.
Haria: Malik… aap ne dobara meri baat puri nehi suni! Aap to kabhi ladies tailor shop mei kaam nehi kiye hai na… iss liye… waha bina chahte huye bhi aap bahut kuch dekh sakte hai jo aam taur pe sunke aap ko biswas nehi hoga…
Me (very weakly): Chacha-ji… Rehne dijiye na... baat ko aur mat badhaiye!
I tried to avoid and break off that topic, but expectedly failed as my voice was meek; I was blushing, I was shy, I was irritated, and I was also involuntarily having a sense of exhilaration too!
Chacha-ji: Kya Beti! Ye kamina kuch bhi bolega mai maan loonga!
Chacha-ji seemed all set to argue and win the debate with this low class man on this dirty and humiliating topic.
Chacha-ji: Abe tu kahe silent hai? Samjha mujhe!
Haria: Wohi to keh raha tha ke Bhabi-ji tok diya! Baat ye hai ke waha mujhe bina chahte huye bhi bahut kuch dikh jata tha...
He paused a bit. Honestly listening to this hot and indicative conversation my nipples had already gotten harder inside my blouse and I started feeling quite uncomfortable standing like that in front of two males.
Haria: Dekhiye Malik… apna ladies tailor shop to chota tha… ek hi room ko partition karke sab chalta tha… usi mei maap lena hota tha… cutting bhi hoti thi, machine bhi chalta tha, aur ladki-log bhi wohi naye kapde try karke dekhti thi… aur mai kayi shadi-shuda aurat to trial dene ke waqt kapde badalte huye dekha hoon… khaas taur se jo auratye ghagra ya skirt ki trial dene aati thi… maine notice kiya ke unke panty mei bhi kabhi kabhi chedd hoti thii! Kasam se Malik!
Chacha-ji: Hmm… tu jab keh raha hai dekha hai… to ho sakta hai… par har cheez ka to kuch reasoning hota hai na… dekh mard logo ke underwear mei chedd hona samajh mei aata hai par…
Haria: Ha Malik… wo to swabhabik hai… mard-logo ke launda to bari bari khada ho jata hai aur ghista hai aur dhakelta hai chaddi ke kapde ke upar…aur usse chedd ho jana to aam baat hai!
Chacha-ji: Par ladies log ke to lund nehi hote naaa… to chedd kaise hoga?
Haria laughed out loudly and seeing that Chacha-ji was also smiling. He looked up at me. I felt more tight and involuntarily adjusted my pallu though it was not required. His eye to eye contact with me made me more tight and my breathing got faster. I could easily feel that my heavy boobs were now straining against my tight blouse.
Chacha-ji: Kiyu Beti? Is there anything wrong in my logic?
I was feeling so humiliated; my ears were already warm and emitting heat. I just chuckled at Chacha-ji not knowing what to do and what to say!
Haria (stopping his shameless laugh): Par malik… aapne shayad dhyan nehi diya ke mai bola tha ke maine angeenat shadi-shuda aurat ko ghagra ya skirt ki trial dete huye dekha hoon… Kuwari ladkiyo ke nehi…
Chacha-ji: O! O! O! O! Ab samajh mei aya cheez! Actually ye angle se mai socha nehi tha ke shadi-shuda aurat ko jab unke pati pyar karta hoga to apne khada lund kayi bar dhakela hoga aur ragda hoga unke panty ke upar se hi… to lagatar ye karne se kabhi kabar chedd ho sakta hai ladkiyo ke chaddi mei bhi... tu sahi bola Haria!
Haria: Aap maan gaye – yehi bahut hai Malik!
Chacha-ji (noting me looking towards the floor in shy condition): Abe sale... sara din kya teri Bhabi-ji wait karengi? Tere nayi dress ke design wagera sab kaha hai?
Chacha-ji at last thought of me! I was much relived though was still feeling tight about what I heard. Honestly I was almost freezing within myself thinking that if Chacha-ji asked me why there was no hole in my panties, me being a married woman. How would I explain him that whenever Vinay used to be horny (other than being on bed) he used to strip me especially of my undergarments first from over my dress and made love to me!
Many a days it happened that after lovemaking I was wearing my sari-blouse but had lost my bra and panty to him as he had forced his hands inside my blouse and opened the bra hook and pulled it out or pull up my sari and lowered my panty to the floor. Even while wearing a nighty and making love to my husband (not on bed of course) many a days I had my nighty on my body till the end, but Vinay had pushed his hands inside my nighty and easily had peeled off my bra and panty and made me naked under my nighty as he loved me and pushed his erect dick on my choot and ass.
Chacha-ji: To ab kaam ki baat karte hai … Haria!
Haria: Ji Malik!
Chacha-ji: Jaise tujhe teri Bhabi-ji kal batayi thi tujhe… ke iss garmi se bachne ke liye kuch ek nayi adhunik kapde tujhe silwake dena hai…aur dusri bat… teri Bhabi-ji abhi jo ghar mei pehen rahi hai… matabal sari, blouse aur petticoat… uss mei agar kuch tu alter kar sakta hai taki usse teri Bhabi-ji ko thoda araam mile aur pasina bhi kam ho… to...
Haria: Ji ji Malik! Dono ho jayega… mai taiyar hoon!
Chacha-ji: To bata kaha se suru karen... Beti?
I was naturally much, much relieved that the vulgar chat had ended.
Me: Ye... yes Chacha-ji...
I adjusted my pallu again (probably out of natural shyness standing in front of two adult males) and stepped forward. Chacha-ji looked from the corner of his eyes at my deep navel which was brazenly exposed through my sari and I noted that Haria once again scratched his crotch openly in front of me, rather I found the low class man to rub and scratch his penis and balls (!!!) too very crudely over his short half pant!
Haria: To Bhabi-ji.. ye dekhiye khaas kar aap ke liye mai ye leke niche aya?
Saying that he indicated to his plastic carry bag.
Me: Kya hai uss mei?
Haria slowly pulled out a big album-type hard bound copy along with a tape, a scissor, a pencil, and a small notepad. I could make out that they were his tailoring tools.
Me: Ye sab to samajh mei aa raha hai.. par uss mei kya hai?
Haria: Ab dekhiye Bhabi-ji... jab aap ladies tailor ke paas jati hain to wo aapko catalogue dikhata hai na?
I nodded.
Haria: Ye catalogue to nehi hai... par waha ke Master darzi bana diye the mujhe taki ye madad aaye mujhe jab mai dubara kaam karu iss line mei!
Me: I see...
Haria: Bhabi-ji mere khayal se pehle baat karte hai blouse ke bare mei... kiyu ki petticoat aur sari to asani se alter ho jayenge... par blouse ke alter prakriya thoda pechida hai...
Chacha-ji was listening silently so far but he did not have the habit to sit quietly for long and he invariably poked his nose.
Chacha-ji: Ha ha.. itna to mai bhi janta hoon ke blouse ke sleeves alter kiya ja sakta hai... umm... blouse ke backside alter kiya ja sakta hai aur samne ki... kya bolte hai usko... umm... lapel? nehi, nehi... collar? Nehi... Umm... neck... ha... ha... neck bhi to alter kiya ja sakta hai... kiyu Beti sahi bola na mai?
I could not stop smiling the way Chacha-ji narrated/remembered the things – he appeared just like a student who was as if answering his oral test! He must have got this much info from his deceased wife, I thought.
Me: Ji...
Haria: Ha Malik... aap ne lagbhag thik-i bola hai... iske elawa bhi do-teen cheez hai jo alter ya adjust karte hai hum blouse mei customer ke demand ke upar... par ye teen hi mukhya hai!
Haria now took his tailoring copy and asked us to come to the table so that we could have a better look at that. Chacha-ji got up from his chair and Haria was now on one side of the table with his scrapbook and myself and Chacha-ji on the other side exactly opposite to him.
Haria: Bhabi-ji... dhyan dijiyega... iss mei lagbhab saare designs, cuts, aur styles ki tasvire hai... aap ko jo bhi pasand aayegii mai aapko silwa ke de sakta hoon!
Me: Hmm... dekhte hai...
Haria: Blouse se chalu karte hain Bhabi-ji... pehle aapko wohi dikhata hoon jo aap pehenti ho... matlab conservative wali... taki aap bol sake kaha kya changes karna hai...
Chacha-ji: Aur Beti... mere khayal se Haria ke paas tasvire hone se tumhe ek andaza bhi ho jayega ke tum kaisi lagogi wo pehen-ne se...
Chacha-ji winked his eye at me as if to indicate that I would also be able to assess how appealing I would look to my grownup son wearing the modern styles. I smiled shamelessly at him and nodded.
Haria: Ye dekhiye Bhabi-ji... (turning a few pages and stopping at a particular) ..ye aapki wali blouse hai... conservative wali...
I initially thought that it would be some sketchy or some old pictures, which I had also seen in my ladies tailor shop, but seeing the vibrant lively pictures of the women posing in only blouse and petticoat to show the blouse design I was honestly bowled over and taken aback!
Chacha-ji was almost stooping over the pic and I could see he was rubbing and stroking his crotch with his left hand over his lungi. At this age even he really seemed to be enjoying the pictures of these sexy young beauties!
Haria: Thik hai na Bhabi-ji? Aap ke blouse ki style aise hai to?
Me: Yes Haria.... I wore this type only!
Haria: Par Bhabi-ji you should always try different types also... kiyu-ki you never know which you fit you the best!
Me: Hmm.. wo baat to hai... I did not think it that way prior.
Haria: Ab sochne lage hai... bahut achhhi baat hai! (looking down now) ...pPehle hum kuch tasvire dekh lete hai...isse aapko kuch idea mil jayega Bhabi-ji... aur mere paas tasvir hone se aap nischit rahengi ke blouse alter hone ke baad how it would look...
He sounded quite reasonable to me and I was satisfied and nodded in acceptance. He turned onto the next page where another young beautiful woman’s pic was there in pallu-less condition.
Chacha-ji was almost stooping over the pic and I could see he was rubbing and stroking his crotch with his left hand over his lungi. At this age even he really seemed to be enjoying the pictures of these sexy young beauties!
Haria: Thik hai na Bhabi-ji? Aap ke blouse ki style aise hai to?
Me: Yes Haria.... I wore this type only!
Haria: Par Bhabi-ji you should always try different types also... kiyu-ki you never know which you fit you the best!
Me: Hmm.. wo baat to hai... I did not think it that way prior.
Haria: Ab sochne lage hai... bahut achhhi baat hai! (looking down now) ...pPehle hum kuch tasvire dekh lete hai...isse aapko kuch idea mil jayega Bhabi-ji... aur mere paas tasvir hone se aap nischit rahengi ke blouse alter hone ke baad how it would look...
He sounded quite reasonable to me and I was satisfied and nodded in acceptance. He turned onto the next page where another young beautiful woman’s pic was there in pallu-less condition.
Haria: Bhabi-ji... jaise aap bhi jante hain ke iss type ke blouse ki khasiyat yehi hai ke ye apki mam... err... mera matlab... ye aapko puri tarah se dhakti hai... par aaj ke adhunik yug mei aur iss garmi mei... mere khayal se ye ek burden hai pehen-na!
Me: Burden?
Chacha-ji: Mujhe to ek hi burden dikh raha hai... jo uss ladki ke blouse ke andar hai... He he he...
Both males laughed out at this crude joke and as my eyes met with Chacha-ji’s I had to smile too.
Me: Chacha-ji...aap bhi na...!
Chacha-ji: Wah Haria wah! Iss ladki ko dekhke to dil bhar gaya!
Haria: Malik ladki nehi... hum blouse ki baat kar rahe hai... aap sirf uski blouse dekhiye please!
Chacha-ji (nodding his head): Ha ha ha ha...
I could not stop smiling at the low class man’s coarse tease. Just then Haria turned the page and showed another picture and I was quite taken aback seeing that picture.
The woman in picture resembled me very much! She appeared like a simple housewife! Very homely, just like me! I could even note the vermilion on her forehead and the choker she was wearing on her neck also resembled mine!
But... but how could she pose like that? She seemed to be a decent housewife! She did not appear to be a whore to get her picture taken like this and make it public. I noted the pink blouse she was wearing was tight enough to reflect her nipple impression and indeed her pallu was down in a very sexy way! Even her hair length and lip thickness resembled mine! I was really stunned by this pic.
How could this sort of a private picture came to this tailor?
Haria: Mujhe lagta hai Bhabi-ji ke... aap agar abhi apna pallu niche karenge to...
Me: What?
Haria: Err... am sorry... mera matlab Bhabi-ji... aap abhi jo blouse peheni huyi hai... uski cutting our fitting bilkul iske saath match karta hai...
Since Chacha-ji was standing beside me on my left side, he looked at the picture once on the table and turned towards me (read my mammaries) and tallied my blouse with the picture and nodded feverishly.
Chacha-ji: Yes yes Haira... ye tun-e bilkul sahi kaha!
I was turning red as I could note that both males were looking at the picture of that married woman’s blouse-covered full sized breast and was trying to compare that with mine!
Haria: To yaha se Bhabi-ji suru hoga apna alter karne ka silsila... ab mai jo tasvire aap ko dikhaunga usse aap samajh payengi kaise apki ye conservative blouse dheere dheere modern ho sakta hai... Thik hai?
I could not yet come out of the hangover of that picture. It resembled me so much!
Me: O... okkay.
Though I was a bit apprehensive at where things would now lead to but was at the same time keen to see the new designs Haria had in mind.
Haria: Bhabi-ji... pehle baat karte hai hooks ke bare mei? Matlab... blouse ke hooks ke bare mei... to currently ap jo blouse pehenti hai... uss mei kitne hooks hai? Chaar(4) ya paach(5)?
At the very first go I was a bit confused; frankly I did not remember how many hooks were there in my blouse and literally I started counting.... one.. two... three... four... and was honestly confused between 4 and 5.
Me: Cha... chaar shayad... err... umm... nehi nehi paach!
Haria: Bhabi-ji! Aap to bade rasik ho! He he he... Jo blouse aap roj pehenti aur khulti ho uss mei kitne hooks hai ye aapko pata nehi! Does someone else open it for you? He he he...
I could clearly relate what the low class man tried to indicate and my face was turning red in shyness and anxiousness. Honestly I could not recap how many hooks were there in my blouse – 4 or 5 – and I was getting nervous also standing to answer it in front of two males.
I also thought that if I verbalize a wrong figure to Haria that would be extremely embarrassing for me. Seeing me silent, Chacha-ji also joined the party!
Chacha-ji: Iss se behetar hota... Haria tu tere Vinay Bhaiya se hi pooch leta! Ha ha ha
My face was now fully red and I felt extremely tight inside with both Chacha-ji and Haria smiling at me. I clenched my lips with my teeth and breathed heavy to overcome the situation. I had also started to breathe heavy making my bra strain against my firm heavy boob flesh.
Me: Mera matlab Chacha-ji....
I involuntarily looked down as if to check how many hooks were there in my blouse, but naturally I could not check that due to my sari pallu.
Haria: Ye dekhiye Bhabi-ji... do alag alag aurat... dono sirf blouse mei hai...... ek mei delhiya 4 hooks hai... aur ek mei dekhiye 5 hooks hai...
As I looked down I instantly felt uneasy and tight and breathed heavier the way the pics were taken. Though I knew it was shown to me from a tailoring angle, but frankly it did not look like that these pics were taken to show any blouse design or number of hooks, or fitting, etc.! Both pictures purely revealed the beauty and sexiness of woman’s breasts!
Chacha-ji: Kaha kaha... dekhe!
Saying that Chacha-ji again stopped over the women’s photos and simply made me more embarrassed as the elderly man started counting the hooks using his fingers! It looked so indecent as if he was touching the breasts of those two women in picture! Chacha-ji deliberately moved his fingers on the entire boob flesh of the women over their blouse - one by one – while counting their blouse hooks! I felt so mortified that I had to take off my eyes from the pictures.
Haria: Aap ke wali kaun si hai Bhabi-ji?
Chacha-ji (moving his fingers time and again on the picture): Dono hi kafi attractive hai... He he he... I mean... the hooks... char hooks wali bhi... aur paach hooks wali bhi!
I was obviously not amused at Haria or Chacha-ji’s evocative remarks. On the contrary I was feeling more awkward noting the utter flimsiness of the blouses the women were wearing in the picture. In both cases I noted that the brassiere was quite clearly visible especially the woman in the black blouse!
The worst part was that I could not avoid the feeling of being tickled and I had stated sensing tightness about my boobies and heat had started to emit from my rotund thighs which were familiar feelings when I got elated.
Haria: Bhab-ji... aap chup kiyu hai? Mai kya kuch galat pooch liya?
Chacha-ji: Are Haria... where from is the question of galti coming! As a tailor... to alter her blouse you have to know how many hooks are there in her blouse! (turning to me) Beti... sharmao mat apne tailor se! Or... or... is it that you are not 100% sure!!!!
Chacha-ji hit the bull’s eye. I looked confused and silent.
Chacha-ji: Are bhai... if that is the case... ek bar dekh lo naa Beti! Kaun si badi baat hai!
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji... aap dekh ke hi bataiye naa! No problems at all!
I realized that I was cornered to the last option and I had to opt for it. I quickly pushed my right hand below my pallu and shamelessly felt my blouse hooks in order to count and narrate them! That must have been a sweetly tempting sight for the two males to note me do that! I noted from the corner of my eyes that both males had eye contacts between them and were chuckling.
Me: Pa... paach!
Haria: To aap ki blouse pink wali ki tarah hai… Okay Bhabi-ji. Ye jankari iss liye liya ke aap ko abhi mai ek dusri variety dikhaoonga!
Me: Okay... dikhao!
I tried to behave normally by answering him trying to cover my nervousness. But I had never expected what was in store for me in the next picture!
Haria: Ye pehle dekh lijiye Bhabi-ji... fir batata hoon.
Saying that he turned to another page.
Me: Eeeiii!
I could not stop exclaiming seeing the pic of the woman wearing the yellow blouse – the whole of her mammary including her areola and nipples could be seen clearly through her blouse in the picture! I sensed an instant stiffening of my nipples inside my dress and my lips got drier.
Chacha-ji: Wow! Ye style to mast hai re!
He was naturally looking at the yellow bloused woman very eagerly.
Chacha-ji: But Haria… ek baat bata... koi aurat agar aise bheegi hui blouse pehen ke rahegi... He he he... to sardi nehi lag jayegi?
Haria: Oho Malik… I showed this picture to Bhabi-ji to demonstrate the make and styling of the blouse… uss aurat ki choochiyan dekhne ke liye nehi dikhaya!
He paused. My condition was sliding from worse to worst! I could not shift my eyes for a second from the dark areolas of the woman wearing the yellow blouse.
Haria: Dhyan se dekhiye Mailik… uss ki blouse mei hooks nehi hai, button hai!
Chacha-ji naturally got irritated the way Haria replied to him.
Chacha-ji: Abe behenchod! Tu mujhe button dikha raha hai! Button! Chal mai to mard hoon… teri Bhabi-ji to aurat hai… unn se poochte hai…
Chacha-ji now turned towards me.
Chacha-ji: Beti… tum hi bolo… tumhe kya buttons dikh rahi hai?
Obviously I was not in a position to give any view as I was literally feeling like a cat on a hot tin roof!
Chacha-ji: Mujhe to sirf do hi button dikh rahe hai… aur wo hai uss aurat ke mamme ki buttons… kiyu Beti?
Though I had no answer but honestly I also felt the same way. How could a tailor keep such a picture for demonstrating buttons etc.?
Chacha-ji now quite openly rubbed and scratched his crotch over his lungi, more specifically he stroked his lund holding it with his left hand looking at this provocative picture. And frankly I could not blame him too as the picture was too hot and provocative!
Haria: Kya Malik… kuch to sharam kijiye! Iss umar mei bhi aap…
Chacha-ji: Sala motherchod! (he mockingly slapped Haria) Mere umar pe jata hai!
Haria often used slang and foul language which was natural for a low class man to use, but I noted that Chacha-ji was also using slang and offensive language in front of me quite openly, not caring that I was a married woman!
Haria: Bhabi-ji… aap bhi kya Chacha-ji ki tarah sochte hai? Kuch to boliye!
Me (almost whispering): Ha... err… umm… ha…
I was feeling so tight and edgy with dry lips and dry throat that I was babbling nonsense! I hardly could express my opinion.
Haria: Dekhiye Bhabi-ji… aap to bari bari Harpal ko doodh pilati ho… to aap ko blouse kholna padta hai... to aapko decide karna hai ke kiss mei aap comfortable ho? Hook ya button?
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… I also think this is a pertinent question that you should decide whether you are comfortable in opening buttons or hooks as you need to breast-feed Harpal quite a few times in the day. If you ask me I will go for buttons… its much easier to open and close them I feel!
My face was red and I was breathing heavily now with my big firm mammaries going up and down inside my blouse and both males must have been noting that sexy movement. I thought it best to agree to Chacha-ji so that I had to talk less about this sensitive and embarrassing topic and explaining my viewpoint.
Me: Err…hmm… ji… mai aap se… err… sehmat hoon!
Chacha-ji: Great! That’s done then Haria… replace hooks with buttons while altering… and five buttons for my Beti!
Haria nodded and noted that in his notebook with a pencil.
