Update 12
Haria: Hai Ram Malik… mai kaise pee sakta hoon!?! Bhabi-ji ke doodh ke upar to pehla haque unke do bête ki banti hai… ya fir Vinay Bhaiya ki!
Chacha-ji: Ha ha ha… Suna Beti! Ye harami to tumhari doodh ke bhi jayaz waris ke naam likhwa diya… Harpal, Ram aur Vinay… Ha ha ha…
I was simply not in any position to react to such dirty comments and wanted to escape to the toilet. I was still standing in front of the two males in a semi-clad condition with my sari pallu dropped on the floor, the top two blouse hooks completely open revealing my milky white deep sweaty cleavage and my white bra inside and hands on my ass!
Thankfully Chacha-ji had completed recounting the numbers and I was quite desperate now to get out of the room and ease myself out. Probably Haria had the same problem too as I noticed his khada lund was uglily evident through his tight half-pant waiting to ejaculate and get back to normal size!
Chacha-ji: To Haria… ye blouse kab tak ban jayega?
Haria: Kal tak Malik… kal tak… bilkul der nehi hogi!
Chacha-ji: Good! To Beti… tumhe jab fursat mil-e to ye blouse utar ke Haria to de dena taki wo usse alter kar sake… thik hai?
I nodded. Chacha-ji was looking at me, more specifically he was looking at my half-open boobs and as I was still breathing very heavily my big-sized boobs were going up and down very sexily inside my blouse.
Me: To mai… err… to mai jha… mera matlab… ja sakta hoon?
I said very meekly.
Chacha-ji: Yes, yes sure! Par pehle khidki to bandh kar lo Beti!
I looked questionably. I looked at the windows and they were already closed! I was so innocent that I continued to shamelessly exhibit my physical treasures to both males even after the measurement session was over! I was so heated up by that time that I was not able to recognize the hint my landlord was indicating to me.
Chacha-ji stepped forward and came near me.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti… apni blouse ki khidki…
Sying that, without giving me any chance, he simply took his hands to close the hook of my blouse! And, before I could stop him he had already touched my half-exposed breasts in the pretext of closing my blouse hook! I felt his knuckles pressing on my both breasts on my blouse before I could prohibit him from his act.
Me: Oops! Yes…
As I closed the blouse hooks myself, Chacha-ji picked up my pallu and placed it over my shoulder. It really seemed momentarily to me that as if I was cheap prostitute who had finished her ‘job’ satisfactorily and was about to leave when the customer was helping her to get ready for the next customer!
Next day from the afternoon after I had my nap I started to feel rather anxious about my altered blouse because I knew it was time for Haria to deliver it to me. I could now realize that in the heat of the moment during the measurement session, the amount of ‘deep U’ I agreed upon to my tailor regarding my blouse neck and back was certainly beyond decency limit. The altered blouse will surely display much of my milky white boob flesh and thinking about the backside - much of my fair and smooth peeth will also remain exposed! I had never been so shameless in my life but at the same time I consoled my mind that for the sake of my son’s well being I was doing that; my guilt feeling and hesitation definitely reduced a bit. I was also anxious and wondered how Ram would react to my wearing such a provocative skin-showing outfit.
Furthermore, since I agreed to buttons instead of hooks, I was apprehensive also whether the buttons will be strong enough to hold my mammary load as I was not a woman with small handful tits, but rather a heavy-breasted woman and remained bra-less in the house most of the time. So naturally not wearing a bra in turn would shift the whole weight, heaviness, and pressure of my fleshy tits onto the buttons of my blouse, and honestly I was not 100% sure if that was a wise choice I went ahead with! Furthermore I am also breastfeeding at the current time so the weight of my milk would be extra making my breasts naturally more heavy.
Presently the blouses I wear have five hooks but still I get broken hooks at times, and now with the altered measurement that Haria took yesterday, my blouse neck would plunge deeper and naturally it would require lesser hooks/buttons. Will that be able to hold my heavy milk-filled boobs properly? I was really not comfortable and wondered what to do now as I had already agreed to that new cut and measurement to Haria in front of Chacha-ji.
I was all set to take my baby for the evening walk. I was in my salwar-kameez and had Harpal on my lap when I noticed Haria descending from upstairs. Frankly I started having palpitations! Was he bringing my altered blouse?
O God! I was really not comfortable to face him.
I did not know why I was feeling so hesitant and shy to face Haria though only yesterday I allowed him to touch my boobs adequately while taking my blouse measurement!
As I looked at him closely I noted that he was wearing just a vest and a... what was that! I could not call it a half pant... it was... it was just a brief! His stout hairy legs were absolutely naked and moreover as he came closer I could notice the outline of his thick cock inside his scant brief! I was simply stunned at his boldness to come like that in front of me!
I was naturally slightly nervous. What was his intention? Was he thinking me to be cheap or what? Or has he taken me as a cheating housewife and he was just trying to provoke me into some sort of physical or sexual indulgence?
Oh no! How dare he could think like that!
I was hesitant, I was anxious, but I was unable to remove my eyes from his crotch also! Though I felt much irritated at his behavior of coming in front of me wearing just a chaddi, but I simply could not ignore his thick, banana-like cock pushing against the fabric of his chaddi. With Harpal in my lap, I started to feel severely edgy.
He probably intentionally stopped a couple of feet away from me such that I could continue to eye his chaddi treasure! He was directly staring at my plump figure clad in the tight salwar-kameez and his eyes roved on me from top to bottom and I noted that he even licked his lips as if trying to send me an indication of what he wanted! I could well realize that being liberal yesterday (during the measurement session) had given Haria a completely wrong signal about me!
How could I rectify it!
Haria did not even care to look at my eyes and continued to stare at my figure! Was he trying to remember yesterday’s measurement session? Out of natural womanly shyness I lowered my eyelids and blushed immediately thinking of that episode where I allowed this low class man (in fact the servant of the house) to grope my youthful fleshy boobs! He must have had multiple shagging later on remembering the way he inserted his finger inside my blouse and bra on my warm dense boob-flesh in the pretext of checking my blouse fitting.
I cursed myself for being so careless and lousy especially with this low-class man. And I was only to be blamed! In that momentary ecstasy and elated state I allowed him to....
Shame on me! I continued to curse myself!
... and that must have given him an impression that I was an easy prey! I could not deny the fact that yesterday during the last part of the measurements, I was extremely ecstatic and lost my control over myself and allowed that low class man to enter his fingers inside my bra and even touch my nipple momentarily! It was indeed a grave mistake on my part and a huge provocation for him which probably had given him the courage today to come in front of me wearing just a chaddi as he knew jolly well that being a married woman I would not be able to ignore his stout “Bihari dick" completely.
I tried my best to remain strict but as my eyes met with Haria’s I felt very awkward and instantly remembered yesterday’s closeness with him. My lips were dry and I could easily realize that my gbang-like nipples were beginning to get hard inside my dress involuntarily! I could not control my eyes also from not slipping down his face to his crotch area tracing the prominence of his semi-erect stout lund which was easily traceable through his scanty chaddi! It indeed looked like a ripe banana placed horizontally inside his brief.
By this time Haria had come closer to me and started talking and cuddling the baby on my lap. Since he behaved ordinarily I had to also behave normally as if nothing happened yesterday!
Haria: Kili… kili… kili… kya kar raha hai Raja Beta? Ula….ula…. smile karo beta… kili kili kili…smile karo naa....
As he talked and played with the baby, the anxiousness slowly descended off me and I breathed easy. Haria now took permission to take Harpal from my lap and naturally my apprehensive thoughts were slowly taking the back seat. I was also smiling looking at the way he was trying to talk with the baby and the faces he was making to make the baby smile.
Haria spent some 3-4 minutes with the baby, which actually gave me the required time for my anxiousness to evaporate and I was becoming normal with him. My apprehensive thoughts about him also died down a bit. After sometime as he was about to return Harpal to my lap, I could not avoid Haria’s right hand touching and pressing against my protruding breasts under my kameez as I took the baby back into my lap. And more so... as he opted to give back the baby onto my lap in a lying position, it was impossible for me to avoid his touches on my ripe tits, though I had no intention of encouraging this rogue any more.
Before he took out his hand from under the baby I felt a quick nudge of his finger poking into by dense tit flesh and as I looked up I noticed a very irritating smile on his face. My anxiousness immediately returned as I noted him to rub his crotch also with one hand.
Was he trying to indicate me something?
I felt terribly irritated and humiliated too. Afterall I was a conservative pati-vrata housewife. I avoided eye contact with him and stepped back immediately not encouraging him at all about his tempting moves. I noted that he was still smiling and looking at my protruding mammaries as he adjusted his penis with his hand over his chaddi. And this he did quite openly in front of me!
The change in behavior of the servant was so striking!
Though I was irritated to the hilt by his behavior but the sight of his throbbing cock inside his chaddi and the size of it amazed me. It was indeed difficult for any married woman to ignore that sight and more so for me because I had already assessed his cock-size yesterday when he was taking my blouse measurement. Since he was wearing a very small chaddi today, I could in fact note in a much better way that his dick had grown in size and booking like a big stout banana under cover! Obviously this was making me very, very edgy and I could feel my lips getting drier and drier though I knew that I must remain normal and not provide any gesture providing encouragement to this Haria.
Me: Ku.. kuch kehna hai?
Haria: Err … ji Bhabi-ji...
Me: To … to bolo na! Err. chup kiyu ho? Mujhe baby ko leke bahar jana hai!
Should I ask him how dare he came in front of me like this… wearing this sort of a chaddi displaying almost every detail of his manhood! I did not gather the guts to ask that and restrained myself as I realized it might lead me into a more compromising conversation with this low class man.
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji… mai janta hoon… baat ye hai ke… I mean... actually Bhabi-ji I thought that I will be able to complete stitching your blouse by today... but seems it will take longer...
Me: Wah! Very good!
I reacted spontaneously expressing a sign of relief!
Haria: “Very good”??? Par... par kahe Bhabi-ji? Aap ko kya wo naya blouse nehi chahiye?
Me (trying my best to cover my reaction): Nehi, nehi... mera matlab wo nehi tha... err... I wanted to say that you take a day more but do stitch it properly!
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji... I am taking utmost care to get it right! Aap befikar raho!
Me: Okay, thik hai... mai abhi jaldi mei hoon!
I obviously wanted to end the conversation and move ahead.
Haria: Par Bhabi-ji... mai aap ki ye do petticoat stitch kar diya hoon...
Me: Petticoat? Par... par tum-ne to mere niche ka maap... err... (I immediately stopped myself as I was directly inviting him to measure the lower half of my body) ...mera matlab... tum petticoat ka maap liya tha kya? Mai shayad notice nehi kiya kal...
Haira: Nehi nehi Bhabi-ji... mai to kal sirf aapke mamme ka... (he smiled wickedly) ...mera matlab aapki blouse ka hi maap liya tha... Mai apne hisab se ye bana diya hai Bhabi-ji!
I frowned at him not comprehending what he had done. He realized that and explained me quickly.
Haria: Err Bhabi-ji... garmi se bachne ke liye... what I have done is... mai aap ki petticoat to kat-ke chota kar diya hoon.
Me: W-h-a-t?
I almost exclaimed but controlled myself quickly as he continued his explanation. I was naturally shocked!
Haria: Isse aapko garmi kaafi kam lagega Bhabi-ji.. dekhiyega... aur garmi kam lagega to rash-wash ka problem jo Malik bol rahe the... wo bhi ghat jayega.
Me: Par...
I instantly remembered that I had to keep in mind that Chacha-ji had approached Haria to alter my dresses citing him the summer heat and rash that I experienced; so if I reacted otherwise Haria might smell a rat!
I had to be careful and by no means Haira should suspect that I agreed to wear shorter provocative dresses to tease and incite my growing son!
Me: Hmm... err... mere khayal se Haria... tum bilkul sahi kiye ho.... par... err... iss garmi aur taap se...
He did not allow me to complete my words.
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji... kal to aap bol hi rahi thi ke garmi aur rash se aap pareshan ho...
Me (quickly trying to underline his point): Yes, yes... ra... ra... rash aur garmi se mai bahut pareshan hoon Haria...
Haria: To isi liye na Bhabi-ji... aap agar apne sari ke niche short petticoat pehenogi to zahir hai aap halka feel hogi aur bahut araam bhi milegi iss garmi mei......
Me (murmuring): Short petticoat!!! (now speaking clearly) Ha... Ha...ye baat to se-sehi hai! Su... sukriya Haria...
I again wanted to end the conversation but my face turned instant crimson seeing the size of my petticoat in the hands of the servant!
As he handed me the petticoats, it simply looked like the Cadbury 5 star advertisement of what Ramesh and Suresh did to their Pita-ji’s patloon!
My heartbeat as if stopped momentarily in amazement seeing the size of my petticoat! Haria seemed to be too polite to call it “short”; certainly it looked like a Micromini!
And I was unable to control my expressions and it reflected on my expression!
Me: Par... ye to... bahut...
Haria: Are Bhabi-ji... I know what you are going to tell... kuch zyada chota ho gaya... yahi naa?
Me: Ye... yes... err... don’t you think so! Ye to kuch zyada hi chota hai for me to wear!
Haria: Kya Bhabi-ji! Aap to aise react kar rahi ho ke aapko ghar mei sirf yehi pehenke rehna hai? Aap to upar se sari pehenogi naa?
Me: Ha... wo to pehenungi...
Haria: Aur aap ek fact ko to deny kar nehi sakti...
Me: Wo kya?
Haria: Ye jo aap ko zyada garmi lagti hai ... uska ek jayaz karan bhi to hai... look at your thighs Bhabi-ji! They are so dense… (Haria momentarily looked down at my legs and then again looked up to meet my eyes) .... so solid and heavy..... bilkul kisi kele ki pedd jaisa… so... naturally you will be sweating more than an average built woman Bhabi-ji... hai ke nehi?
I was naturally taken aback the way he so normally described my thighs! I naturally felt embarrassed and looked down not able to decide how to react or what to say!
Haria: Iss liye Bhabi-ji... mai dawe ke saath keh sakta hoon ke aap ko bahut araam milega ye short petticoat pehenke... aap dekh lena!
He paused a second.
Haria: You are worrying needlessly Bhabi-ji...aap ek bar ye pehen ke dekhiye... itna araam milega Bhabi-ji... ke aap iss na-cheez ko sukriya ada karogi! He he he he...
Me : Huh! Okay... dekhte hai....
Haria: Bhabi-ji… I can suggest you something.
What more did the pervert want? I frowned at him.
Haria: Mere khayal se aap ye petticoat ek-do din sari ke niche pehenke dekhiye… agar aapko uncomfortable feel hota hai… you just let me know… I will stitch a strip of cloth at the hem of it so that the length of your petticoat increases… okay?
Me: Oh haa... yes... that can be done. That will be great!
I could not stop myself from expressing my happiness. This suggestion definitely gave me comfort and confidence because I had already started to feel withdrawn and shy envisioning myself wearing that mini-skirt type petticoat and keeping my fair and ample and rotund thighs exposed under my sari.
Me: Yes… ye thik rahega! Thik hai Haria... abhi mai nikal-ta hoon... tum darwaza de do!
I immediately turned away from him towards the main door. I did not want to give the low class man any opportunity to further drag the chat.
As I roamed with Harpal on the back lanes of the house and met passersby (my neighbors) and chatted with them, I could not completely write off the size of my petticoat which Haria stitched for me from my mind. After half an hour or so I came back, more so as today was tuition day also. I made the baby lay on the cot and arranged the room for Rampal and Chacha-ji.
Just then Chacha-ji descended.
Chacha-ji: Beti... before Ram comes in... I feel I should say a sorry to you...
Me: S-o-r-r-y... Kis liye Chacha-ji? What for? (I was naturally surprised)
Chacha-ji: Beti... jo pareshani huyi tumhe ye measurement-weasuremnet ke chakkar mei... its not that ke I did not feel it...I mean... I apologize to you... for my servant’s misbehavior.
I was definitely not expecting this from the elderly landlord.
Me: Arre nehi nehi Chacha-ji... ye aap kya keh rahe hain...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... you also know that while giving measurement to a male tailor you have to make some compromise... I mean... for that matter every woman has to... you know... yaha waha choona, daba dena, ityadi... ye sab to hota hi hai...kahi kam... kahi zyada... par... I mean Beti... Haria kuch ek time mere khayal se kuch zyada hi...
Me: Are Chacha-ji... aap bhi naa! After all Haria is a servant and comes from a low class... so I mean you cannot expect...
Chacha-ji: True... true... that’s right!
Me: Its okay Chacha-ji... you don’t have to say sorry for that to me... please!
Chacha-ji: Sukriya Beti... I knew you will understand... dekho... ye Haria jaise log comes from low class and has no culture... and getting an opportunity to touch you... err... I mean... an item like you (stressing the last few words) from such close quarters taking you blouse measurement ... is like... is like a dream come true for him!
My face naturally turned slightly red and in natural shyness I looked down hearing Chacha-ji’s comment – “an item like you”.
Chacha-hi: Anyway... its good that you realized that and did not misunderstand me.
I just smiled and nodded.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... I must underline you again that your focus should not drift! All these burdens that you are taking... is for your son... never forget that!
I again nodded.
Chacha-ji: A little compromise here and there should not demotivate you from your core objective... you must respect Ram’s young age and ensure to satisfy Ram’s inquisitiveness and passion to know more about a woman.
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... sukriya ye baat bar bar yaad dilane ke liye... ab to dheere dheere ye mere dimaag mei baith ja raha hai...
Chacha-ji: Good... that’s what is needed and don’t think that I am repeating this again and again for my own interest! Not for me Beti! Ye sirf tumhare jawan bête ke liye... kyon ki aage jaake ho sakta hai Ram ke liye tumhe kuch aur compromise karna pade... I am just keeping your mind prepared for that...
Me: Hmm... main samajh sakti hoon... I will do anything for my son’s good Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Great! That’s a responsible mom speaking!
Chacha-ji: Aaah.... (He took his seat now)
I was standing in front of him. He noted at my plump structure covered in my tight-fitting salwar-kameez and then continued.
Chacha-ji: Beti... you must keep a tab on Ram’s friend list... he should not get friendly to boys who are older than him...
Me: Ji... ji... they can easily drag my Ram into wrong things...
Chacha-ji: Exactly Beti... they can give him cigarettes to smoke, they may take him to watch adult movies, they may also give him cheap pornographic books, and may ultimately persuade him to go to a prostitute’s place.... you know!
Me: Oh no! (I closed my eyes momentarily) Ye to mai soch bhi nehi sakti!
Chacha-ji: Beti....ye agar tum na chahti ho to... you have to keep your eyes open and abide by my guidelines... to safeguard Ram.
Me: I will Chacha-ji... I will! (I said very emphatically.)
Chacha-ji: Good! Look Beti... you have started giving Ram the food he is looking for... Right? You have started exposing by wearing your sari well below your navel....
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: You are now confidently breastfeeding your baby in front of Ram so that he can get an ample view of your breasts... Right?
Me (my face turning crimson): Ji... (my voice was also low in natural shyness)
Chacha-ji: And you yourself stated that the hugs from your son are getting more amorous... right?
I felt very embarrassed now in front of Chacha-ji and just nodded looking down at the floor. My breathing was also naturally a shade faster too which reflected through my tight clothing.
Chacha-ji: ...which in a way proves that you are on the right track beti! Now if you can advance things we can keep Ram focussed. Right?
Chacha-ji: Ji.
Chacha-ji: And I am really glad that you have successfully fooled Haria... perfect acting Beti! He really thought that you are troubled by this hot summer and rash that you want to alter your clothes and wear modern short dresses. Ha ha ha...
I also smiled back. Though I agreed to for modern cuts, I was somewhere within myself hesitant. And I thought there was no harm sharing that with my elderly landlord, who had now turned as my philosopher and guide also!
Me: Par Chacha-ji... err... one thing....
Chacah-ji (looking questionably): Kya Beti?
Me: I mean... its fine that Haria is altering my blouse as per modern cuts and he had stitched two petticoats also... but I mean... err... I am... am not very comfortable wearing such things... I mean Chacha-ji I never worn such...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... am I not aware ke tum jaisi gharelu aurat kiss kism ke kapdo mei comfortable ho aur kiss mei nehi? Par baat ab comfort zone ki nehi rahi... naa? You have to be one step ahead for your son such that he gets to see the modern woman also in you!
Samajh rahi ho na baat?
Seeing Chacha-ji’s frank and honest talking, I got confidence to get more frank discussing my personal matters with the elderly person and I knew for that I had to be somewhat shameless also! Since there was no one else present and the way Chacha-ji was helping and guiding me for my son’s betterment, I decided to share with him.
Me: Par Chacha-ji... I mean ye adunik kapde jitna mai dekha hoon.... mera matlab... ye itne chote aur tight hote hai... err... ke kabhi kabhi inner bhi I mean dikh jata hai... aap samajh rahe ho na kya bolna chahti hoon main?
Chacha-ji: Yes yes Beti... I can understand... you mean to say that these modern cuts and clothing are at times so tight and short that your inner wears like your bra and panty are also visible through your clothes... right?
I giggled and blushed listening to Chacha-ji’s words as he elaborated on what I was fumbling to express.
Chacha-ji: Ab dekho Beti... thoda besharm to hona padhega naa!
Me: Thoda???
Chacha-ji: Lo! Ab mai bollunga to tumhe kharab lagega...
Me: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Dekho... Ram is you son... right? Not your husband.... so there is a big difference!
I looked questionably at him not comprehending what he meant actually.
Chacha-.ji: Are Ram is not Vinay naa ke tum uske samne chote kapde pehenogi to wo tumse akarshit hoke tumhe bistar pe le jayega aur achhi tarah se chodd diya! Here the scene is completely different Beti! You are trying to satisfy a collegeboy and not a mature adult male!
He looked at my eyes and I had to drop down my eyelids in shame especially after listening to the words “wo tumhe achhi tarah se chodd diya” and just nodded shyly.
Chacha-ji: Yaha tumhara maqsad to pehele wala nehi hai naa?
Me: Pehle wala... matlab?
Chacha-ji: Are tum kya chote kapde pehen rahi ho kisi purush ko akarshit karke chudwane ke liye?
My face immediately turned red hearing such blunt and direct question!
Me: Nehi nehi...Chi chi! Aisi gandi soch katahi nehi hai mera!
Chacha-ji: I know that Beti.... but you dragged me into saying that! (he paused) Here you are just quenching the thirst of your son’s age... his inquisitiveness.... your objective is to entice him, tease him... modern chote aur tight kapdo mei apni har ek ang ka upoyog karna hai Beti! Getting me?
Should I say “yes”? Chacha-ji continued.
Chacha-ji: And it should not be limited like this ke tum sirf chote blouse pehenke Ram ke samne ghoomo... aur kabhi kabhi uske samne blouse kholke baby ko doodh pilao aur apni bade bade mamme expose karo... No!
“Aur kya karna hoga?”, I wondered.
Chacha-ji: It has to be a wholistic approach Beti! Apne pur-a sharir ka istemal karo... apni bhari jawani ka purn istemaal karo... ghar mei aise kapde peheno jis-se kabhi tumhari ye sundar navi prakat rahe..... kabhi ye patli kamar sabko dikhe..... kabhi ye paka hua kaddu-jaise tumhari bhari gaand drisyaman rahe... aur kabhi tumhari bhari jaanghe unmukt rahe...
Chacha-ji now closed his eyes as if he was portraying my figure in some short dress and assessing how sexy I would look!
Chacha-ji: Ram is a modern day lad Beti... you have to update yourself to contemporary and fresh sexiness to satisfy his cravings.
As Chacha-ji narrated my ears turned red and were emitting heat; I started breathing heavily and my coconut like tight boobs went up and down inside my dress ad I frankly had no reply to Chacha-ji’s erotic suggestions!
Chacha-ji (probably realizing the dose was too much for me): Please don’t mind Beti that I am talking or describing things like this to you... my only intent is to make things absolutely clear to you so that you can reform your son unhesitatingly.
I giggled and nodded signaling him that I did not mind and understood what he meant. .
Chacha-ji did not waste a second and jumped on to his next step!
Chacha-ji: Fine... par Beti this conversation would remain incomplete if you do not realize how you would update yourself to modernity. Right?
Not understanding what he meant I just nodded.
Chacha-ji: You can just go through our Haria’s scrapbook for modern dresses and select which you feel you can wear safely within the house.
Me: O... okay.
Just then I heard Ram’s footsteps as he was coming back for his tuition.
Chacha-ji: Are Ram Beta.... how are you? How was college today? .
Ram: I am fine Sir... but...err... Sir.... err... tomorrow teacher has announced a surprise test!
Chacha-ji: Ha ha ha… Suna Beti! Ye harami to tumhari doodh ke bhi jayaz waris ke naam likhwa diya… Harpal, Ram aur Vinay… Ha ha ha…
I was simply not in any position to react to such dirty comments and wanted to escape to the toilet. I was still standing in front of the two males in a semi-clad condition with my sari pallu dropped on the floor, the top two blouse hooks completely open revealing my milky white deep sweaty cleavage and my white bra inside and hands on my ass!
Thankfully Chacha-ji had completed recounting the numbers and I was quite desperate now to get out of the room and ease myself out. Probably Haria had the same problem too as I noticed his khada lund was uglily evident through his tight half-pant waiting to ejaculate and get back to normal size!
Chacha-ji: To Haria… ye blouse kab tak ban jayega?
Haria: Kal tak Malik… kal tak… bilkul der nehi hogi!
Chacha-ji: Good! To Beti… tumhe jab fursat mil-e to ye blouse utar ke Haria to de dena taki wo usse alter kar sake… thik hai?
I nodded. Chacha-ji was looking at me, more specifically he was looking at my half-open boobs and as I was still breathing very heavily my big-sized boobs were going up and down very sexily inside my blouse.
Me: To mai… err… to mai jha… mera matlab… ja sakta hoon?
I said very meekly.
Chacha-ji: Yes, yes sure! Par pehle khidki to bandh kar lo Beti!
I looked questionably. I looked at the windows and they were already closed! I was so innocent that I continued to shamelessly exhibit my physical treasures to both males even after the measurement session was over! I was so heated up by that time that I was not able to recognize the hint my landlord was indicating to me.
Chacha-ji stepped forward and came near me.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti… apni blouse ki khidki…
Sying that, without giving me any chance, he simply took his hands to close the hook of my blouse! And, before I could stop him he had already touched my half-exposed breasts in the pretext of closing my blouse hook! I felt his knuckles pressing on my both breasts on my blouse before I could prohibit him from his act.
Me: Oops! Yes…
As I closed the blouse hooks myself, Chacha-ji picked up my pallu and placed it over my shoulder. It really seemed momentarily to me that as if I was cheap prostitute who had finished her ‘job’ satisfactorily and was about to leave when the customer was helping her to get ready for the next customer!
Next day from the afternoon after I had my nap I started to feel rather anxious about my altered blouse because I knew it was time for Haria to deliver it to me. I could now realize that in the heat of the moment during the measurement session, the amount of ‘deep U’ I agreed upon to my tailor regarding my blouse neck and back was certainly beyond decency limit. The altered blouse will surely display much of my milky white boob flesh and thinking about the backside - much of my fair and smooth peeth will also remain exposed! I had never been so shameless in my life but at the same time I consoled my mind that for the sake of my son’s well being I was doing that; my guilt feeling and hesitation definitely reduced a bit. I was also anxious and wondered how Ram would react to my wearing such a provocative skin-showing outfit.
Furthermore, since I agreed to buttons instead of hooks, I was apprehensive also whether the buttons will be strong enough to hold my mammary load as I was not a woman with small handful tits, but rather a heavy-breasted woman and remained bra-less in the house most of the time. So naturally not wearing a bra in turn would shift the whole weight, heaviness, and pressure of my fleshy tits onto the buttons of my blouse, and honestly I was not 100% sure if that was a wise choice I went ahead with! Furthermore I am also breastfeeding at the current time so the weight of my milk would be extra making my breasts naturally more heavy.
Presently the blouses I wear have five hooks but still I get broken hooks at times, and now with the altered measurement that Haria took yesterday, my blouse neck would plunge deeper and naturally it would require lesser hooks/buttons. Will that be able to hold my heavy milk-filled boobs properly? I was really not comfortable and wondered what to do now as I had already agreed to that new cut and measurement to Haria in front of Chacha-ji.
I was all set to take my baby for the evening walk. I was in my salwar-kameez and had Harpal on my lap when I noticed Haria descending from upstairs. Frankly I started having palpitations! Was he bringing my altered blouse?
O God! I was really not comfortable to face him.
I did not know why I was feeling so hesitant and shy to face Haria though only yesterday I allowed him to touch my boobs adequately while taking my blouse measurement!
As I looked at him closely I noted that he was wearing just a vest and a... what was that! I could not call it a half pant... it was... it was just a brief! His stout hairy legs were absolutely naked and moreover as he came closer I could notice the outline of his thick cock inside his scant brief! I was simply stunned at his boldness to come like that in front of me!
I was naturally slightly nervous. What was his intention? Was he thinking me to be cheap or what? Or has he taken me as a cheating housewife and he was just trying to provoke me into some sort of physical or sexual indulgence?
Oh no! How dare he could think like that!
I was hesitant, I was anxious, but I was unable to remove my eyes from his crotch also! Though I felt much irritated at his behavior of coming in front of me wearing just a chaddi, but I simply could not ignore his thick, banana-like cock pushing against the fabric of his chaddi. With Harpal in my lap, I started to feel severely edgy.
He probably intentionally stopped a couple of feet away from me such that I could continue to eye his chaddi treasure! He was directly staring at my plump figure clad in the tight salwar-kameez and his eyes roved on me from top to bottom and I noted that he even licked his lips as if trying to send me an indication of what he wanted! I could well realize that being liberal yesterday (during the measurement session) had given Haria a completely wrong signal about me!
How could I rectify it!
Haria did not even care to look at my eyes and continued to stare at my figure! Was he trying to remember yesterday’s measurement session? Out of natural womanly shyness I lowered my eyelids and blushed immediately thinking of that episode where I allowed this low class man (in fact the servant of the house) to grope my youthful fleshy boobs! He must have had multiple shagging later on remembering the way he inserted his finger inside my blouse and bra on my warm dense boob-flesh in the pretext of checking my blouse fitting.
I cursed myself for being so careless and lousy especially with this low-class man. And I was only to be blamed! In that momentary ecstasy and elated state I allowed him to....
Shame on me! I continued to curse myself!
... and that must have given him an impression that I was an easy prey! I could not deny the fact that yesterday during the last part of the measurements, I was extremely ecstatic and lost my control over myself and allowed that low class man to enter his fingers inside my bra and even touch my nipple momentarily! It was indeed a grave mistake on my part and a huge provocation for him which probably had given him the courage today to come in front of me wearing just a chaddi as he knew jolly well that being a married woman I would not be able to ignore his stout “Bihari dick" completely.
I tried my best to remain strict but as my eyes met with Haria’s I felt very awkward and instantly remembered yesterday’s closeness with him. My lips were dry and I could easily realize that my gbang-like nipples were beginning to get hard inside my dress involuntarily! I could not control my eyes also from not slipping down his face to his crotch area tracing the prominence of his semi-erect stout lund which was easily traceable through his scanty chaddi! It indeed looked like a ripe banana placed horizontally inside his brief.
By this time Haria had come closer to me and started talking and cuddling the baby on my lap. Since he behaved ordinarily I had to also behave normally as if nothing happened yesterday!
Haria: Kili… kili… kili… kya kar raha hai Raja Beta? Ula….ula…. smile karo beta… kili kili kili…smile karo naa....
As he talked and played with the baby, the anxiousness slowly descended off me and I breathed easy. Haria now took permission to take Harpal from my lap and naturally my apprehensive thoughts were slowly taking the back seat. I was also smiling looking at the way he was trying to talk with the baby and the faces he was making to make the baby smile.
Haria spent some 3-4 minutes with the baby, which actually gave me the required time for my anxiousness to evaporate and I was becoming normal with him. My apprehensive thoughts about him also died down a bit. After sometime as he was about to return Harpal to my lap, I could not avoid Haria’s right hand touching and pressing against my protruding breasts under my kameez as I took the baby back into my lap. And more so... as he opted to give back the baby onto my lap in a lying position, it was impossible for me to avoid his touches on my ripe tits, though I had no intention of encouraging this rogue any more.
Before he took out his hand from under the baby I felt a quick nudge of his finger poking into by dense tit flesh and as I looked up I noticed a very irritating smile on his face. My anxiousness immediately returned as I noted him to rub his crotch also with one hand.
Was he trying to indicate me something?
I felt terribly irritated and humiliated too. Afterall I was a conservative pati-vrata housewife. I avoided eye contact with him and stepped back immediately not encouraging him at all about his tempting moves. I noted that he was still smiling and looking at my protruding mammaries as he adjusted his penis with his hand over his chaddi. And this he did quite openly in front of me!
The change in behavior of the servant was so striking!
Though I was irritated to the hilt by his behavior but the sight of his throbbing cock inside his chaddi and the size of it amazed me. It was indeed difficult for any married woman to ignore that sight and more so for me because I had already assessed his cock-size yesterday when he was taking my blouse measurement. Since he was wearing a very small chaddi today, I could in fact note in a much better way that his dick had grown in size and booking like a big stout banana under cover! Obviously this was making me very, very edgy and I could feel my lips getting drier and drier though I knew that I must remain normal and not provide any gesture providing encouragement to this Haria.
Me: Ku.. kuch kehna hai?
Haria: Err … ji Bhabi-ji...
Me: To … to bolo na! Err. chup kiyu ho? Mujhe baby ko leke bahar jana hai!
Should I ask him how dare he came in front of me like this… wearing this sort of a chaddi displaying almost every detail of his manhood! I did not gather the guts to ask that and restrained myself as I realized it might lead me into a more compromising conversation with this low class man.
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji… mai janta hoon… baat ye hai ke… I mean... actually Bhabi-ji I thought that I will be able to complete stitching your blouse by today... but seems it will take longer...
Me: Wah! Very good!
I reacted spontaneously expressing a sign of relief!
Haria: “Very good”??? Par... par kahe Bhabi-ji? Aap ko kya wo naya blouse nehi chahiye?
Me (trying my best to cover my reaction): Nehi, nehi... mera matlab wo nehi tha... err... I wanted to say that you take a day more but do stitch it properly!
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji... I am taking utmost care to get it right! Aap befikar raho!
Me: Okay, thik hai... mai abhi jaldi mei hoon!
I obviously wanted to end the conversation and move ahead.
Haria: Par Bhabi-ji... mai aap ki ye do petticoat stitch kar diya hoon...
Me: Petticoat? Par... par tum-ne to mere niche ka maap... err... (I immediately stopped myself as I was directly inviting him to measure the lower half of my body) ...mera matlab... tum petticoat ka maap liya tha kya? Mai shayad notice nehi kiya kal...
Haira: Nehi nehi Bhabi-ji... mai to kal sirf aapke mamme ka... (he smiled wickedly) ...mera matlab aapki blouse ka hi maap liya tha... Mai apne hisab se ye bana diya hai Bhabi-ji!
I frowned at him not comprehending what he had done. He realized that and explained me quickly.
Haria: Err Bhabi-ji... garmi se bachne ke liye... what I have done is... mai aap ki petticoat to kat-ke chota kar diya hoon.
Me: W-h-a-t?
I almost exclaimed but controlled myself quickly as he continued his explanation. I was naturally shocked!
Haria: Isse aapko garmi kaafi kam lagega Bhabi-ji.. dekhiyega... aur garmi kam lagega to rash-wash ka problem jo Malik bol rahe the... wo bhi ghat jayega.
Me: Par...
I instantly remembered that I had to keep in mind that Chacha-ji had approached Haria to alter my dresses citing him the summer heat and rash that I experienced; so if I reacted otherwise Haria might smell a rat!
I had to be careful and by no means Haira should suspect that I agreed to wear shorter provocative dresses to tease and incite my growing son!
Me: Hmm... err... mere khayal se Haria... tum bilkul sahi kiye ho.... par... err... iss garmi aur taap se...
He did not allow me to complete my words.
Haria: Ji Bhabi-ji... kal to aap bol hi rahi thi ke garmi aur rash se aap pareshan ho...
Me (quickly trying to underline his point): Yes, yes... ra... ra... rash aur garmi se mai bahut pareshan hoon Haria...
Haria: To isi liye na Bhabi-ji... aap agar apne sari ke niche short petticoat pehenogi to zahir hai aap halka feel hogi aur bahut araam bhi milegi iss garmi mei......
Me (murmuring): Short petticoat!!! (now speaking clearly) Ha... Ha...ye baat to se-sehi hai! Su... sukriya Haria...
I again wanted to end the conversation but my face turned instant crimson seeing the size of my petticoat in the hands of the servant!
As he handed me the petticoats, it simply looked like the Cadbury 5 star advertisement of what Ramesh and Suresh did to their Pita-ji’s patloon!
My heartbeat as if stopped momentarily in amazement seeing the size of my petticoat! Haria seemed to be too polite to call it “short”; certainly it looked like a Micromini!
And I was unable to control my expressions and it reflected on my expression!
Me: Par... ye to... bahut...
Haria: Are Bhabi-ji... I know what you are going to tell... kuch zyada chota ho gaya... yahi naa?
Me: Ye... yes... err... don’t you think so! Ye to kuch zyada hi chota hai for me to wear!
Haria: Kya Bhabi-ji! Aap to aise react kar rahi ho ke aapko ghar mei sirf yehi pehenke rehna hai? Aap to upar se sari pehenogi naa?
Me: Ha... wo to pehenungi...
Haria: Aur aap ek fact ko to deny kar nehi sakti...
Me: Wo kya?
Haria: Ye jo aap ko zyada garmi lagti hai ... uska ek jayaz karan bhi to hai... look at your thighs Bhabi-ji! They are so dense… (Haria momentarily looked down at my legs and then again looked up to meet my eyes) .... so solid and heavy..... bilkul kisi kele ki pedd jaisa… so... naturally you will be sweating more than an average built woman Bhabi-ji... hai ke nehi?
I was naturally taken aback the way he so normally described my thighs! I naturally felt embarrassed and looked down not able to decide how to react or what to say!
Haria: Iss liye Bhabi-ji... mai dawe ke saath keh sakta hoon ke aap ko bahut araam milega ye short petticoat pehenke... aap dekh lena!
He paused a second.
Haria: You are worrying needlessly Bhabi-ji...aap ek bar ye pehen ke dekhiye... itna araam milega Bhabi-ji... ke aap iss na-cheez ko sukriya ada karogi! He he he he...
Me : Huh! Okay... dekhte hai....
Haria: Bhabi-ji… I can suggest you something.
What more did the pervert want? I frowned at him.
Haria: Mere khayal se aap ye petticoat ek-do din sari ke niche pehenke dekhiye… agar aapko uncomfortable feel hota hai… you just let me know… I will stitch a strip of cloth at the hem of it so that the length of your petticoat increases… okay?
Me: Oh haa... yes... that can be done. That will be great!
I could not stop myself from expressing my happiness. This suggestion definitely gave me comfort and confidence because I had already started to feel withdrawn and shy envisioning myself wearing that mini-skirt type petticoat and keeping my fair and ample and rotund thighs exposed under my sari.
Me: Yes… ye thik rahega! Thik hai Haria... abhi mai nikal-ta hoon... tum darwaza de do!
I immediately turned away from him towards the main door. I did not want to give the low class man any opportunity to further drag the chat.
As I roamed with Harpal on the back lanes of the house and met passersby (my neighbors) and chatted with them, I could not completely write off the size of my petticoat which Haria stitched for me from my mind. After half an hour or so I came back, more so as today was tuition day also. I made the baby lay on the cot and arranged the room for Rampal and Chacha-ji.
Just then Chacha-ji descended.
Chacha-ji: Beti... before Ram comes in... I feel I should say a sorry to you...
Me: S-o-r-r-y... Kis liye Chacha-ji? What for? (I was naturally surprised)
Chacha-ji: Beti... jo pareshani huyi tumhe ye measurement-weasuremnet ke chakkar mei... its not that ke I did not feel it...I mean... I apologize to you... for my servant’s misbehavior.
I was definitely not expecting this from the elderly landlord.
Me: Arre nehi nehi Chacha-ji... ye aap kya keh rahe hain...
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... you also know that while giving measurement to a male tailor you have to make some compromise... I mean... for that matter every woman has to... you know... yaha waha choona, daba dena, ityadi... ye sab to hota hi hai...kahi kam... kahi zyada... par... I mean Beti... Haria kuch ek time mere khayal se kuch zyada hi...
Me: Are Chacha-ji... aap bhi naa! After all Haria is a servant and comes from a low class... so I mean you cannot expect...
Chacha-ji: True... true... that’s right!
Me: Its okay Chacha-ji... you don’t have to say sorry for that to me... please!
Chacha-ji: Sukriya Beti... I knew you will understand... dekho... ye Haria jaise log comes from low class and has no culture... and getting an opportunity to touch you... err... I mean... an item like you (stressing the last few words) from such close quarters taking you blouse measurement ... is like... is like a dream come true for him!
My face naturally turned slightly red and in natural shyness I looked down hearing Chacha-ji’s comment – “an item like you”.
Chacha-hi: Anyway... its good that you realized that and did not misunderstand me.
I just smiled and nodded.
Chacha-ji: Par Beti... I must underline you again that your focus should not drift! All these burdens that you are taking... is for your son... never forget that!
I again nodded.
Chacha-ji: A little compromise here and there should not demotivate you from your core objective... you must respect Ram’s young age and ensure to satisfy Ram’s inquisitiveness and passion to know more about a woman.
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... sukriya ye baat bar bar yaad dilane ke liye... ab to dheere dheere ye mere dimaag mei baith ja raha hai...
Chacha-ji: Good... that’s what is needed and don’t think that I am repeating this again and again for my own interest! Not for me Beti! Ye sirf tumhare jawan bête ke liye... kyon ki aage jaake ho sakta hai Ram ke liye tumhe kuch aur compromise karna pade... I am just keeping your mind prepared for that...
Me: Hmm... main samajh sakti hoon... I will do anything for my son’s good Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Great! That’s a responsible mom speaking!
Chacha-ji: Aaah.... (He took his seat now)
I was standing in front of him. He noted at my plump structure covered in my tight-fitting salwar-kameez and then continued.
Chacha-ji: Beti... you must keep a tab on Ram’s friend list... he should not get friendly to boys who are older than him...
Me: Ji... ji... they can easily drag my Ram into wrong things...
Chacha-ji: Exactly Beti... they can give him cigarettes to smoke, they may take him to watch adult movies, they may also give him cheap pornographic books, and may ultimately persuade him to go to a prostitute’s place.... you know!
Me: Oh no! (I closed my eyes momentarily) Ye to mai soch bhi nehi sakti!
Chacha-ji: Beti....ye agar tum na chahti ho to... you have to keep your eyes open and abide by my guidelines... to safeguard Ram.
Me: I will Chacha-ji... I will! (I said very emphatically.)
Chacha-ji: Good! Look Beti... you have started giving Ram the food he is looking for... Right? You have started exposing by wearing your sari well below your navel....
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: You are now confidently breastfeeding your baby in front of Ram so that he can get an ample view of your breasts... Right?
Me (my face turning crimson): Ji... (my voice was also low in natural shyness)
Chacha-ji: And you yourself stated that the hugs from your son are getting more amorous... right?
I felt very embarrassed now in front of Chacha-ji and just nodded looking down at the floor. My breathing was also naturally a shade faster too which reflected through my tight clothing.
Chacha-ji: ...which in a way proves that you are on the right track beti! Now if you can advance things we can keep Ram focussed. Right?
Chacha-ji: Ji.
Chacha-ji: And I am really glad that you have successfully fooled Haria... perfect acting Beti! He really thought that you are troubled by this hot summer and rash that you want to alter your clothes and wear modern short dresses. Ha ha ha...
I also smiled back. Though I agreed to for modern cuts, I was somewhere within myself hesitant. And I thought there was no harm sharing that with my elderly landlord, who had now turned as my philosopher and guide also!
Me: Par Chacha-ji... err... one thing....
Chacah-ji (looking questionably): Kya Beti?
Me: I mean... its fine that Haria is altering my blouse as per modern cuts and he had stitched two petticoats also... but I mean... err... I am... am not very comfortable wearing such things... I mean Chacha-ji I never worn such...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... am I not aware ke tum jaisi gharelu aurat kiss kism ke kapdo mei comfortable ho aur kiss mei nehi? Par baat ab comfort zone ki nehi rahi... naa? You have to be one step ahead for your son such that he gets to see the modern woman also in you!
Samajh rahi ho na baat?
Seeing Chacha-ji’s frank and honest talking, I got confidence to get more frank discussing my personal matters with the elderly person and I knew for that I had to be somewhat shameless also! Since there was no one else present and the way Chacha-ji was helping and guiding me for my son’s betterment, I decided to share with him.
Me: Par Chacha-ji... I mean ye adunik kapde jitna mai dekha hoon.... mera matlab... ye itne chote aur tight hote hai... err... ke kabhi kabhi inner bhi I mean dikh jata hai... aap samajh rahe ho na kya bolna chahti hoon main?
Chacha-ji: Yes yes Beti... I can understand... you mean to say that these modern cuts and clothing are at times so tight and short that your inner wears like your bra and panty are also visible through your clothes... right?
I giggled and blushed listening to Chacha-ji’s words as he elaborated on what I was fumbling to express.
Chacha-ji: Ab dekho Beti... thoda besharm to hona padhega naa!
Me: Thoda???
Chacha-ji: Lo! Ab mai bollunga to tumhe kharab lagega...
Me: Kya?
Chacha-ji: Dekho... Ram is you son... right? Not your husband.... so there is a big difference!
I looked questionably at him not comprehending what he meant actually.
Chacha-.ji: Are Ram is not Vinay naa ke tum uske samne chote kapde pehenogi to wo tumse akarshit hoke tumhe bistar pe le jayega aur achhi tarah se chodd diya! Here the scene is completely different Beti! You are trying to satisfy a collegeboy and not a mature adult male!
He looked at my eyes and I had to drop down my eyelids in shame especially after listening to the words “wo tumhe achhi tarah se chodd diya” and just nodded shyly.
Chacha-ji: Yaha tumhara maqsad to pehele wala nehi hai naa?
Me: Pehle wala... matlab?
Chacha-ji: Are tum kya chote kapde pehen rahi ho kisi purush ko akarshit karke chudwane ke liye?
My face immediately turned red hearing such blunt and direct question!
Me: Nehi nehi...Chi chi! Aisi gandi soch katahi nehi hai mera!
Chacha-ji: I know that Beti.... but you dragged me into saying that! (he paused) Here you are just quenching the thirst of your son’s age... his inquisitiveness.... your objective is to entice him, tease him... modern chote aur tight kapdo mei apni har ek ang ka upoyog karna hai Beti! Getting me?
Should I say “yes”? Chacha-ji continued.
Chacha-ji: And it should not be limited like this ke tum sirf chote blouse pehenke Ram ke samne ghoomo... aur kabhi kabhi uske samne blouse kholke baby ko doodh pilao aur apni bade bade mamme expose karo... No!
“Aur kya karna hoga?”, I wondered.
Chacha-ji: It has to be a wholistic approach Beti! Apne pur-a sharir ka istemal karo... apni bhari jawani ka purn istemaal karo... ghar mei aise kapde peheno jis-se kabhi tumhari ye sundar navi prakat rahe..... kabhi ye patli kamar sabko dikhe..... kabhi ye paka hua kaddu-jaise tumhari bhari gaand drisyaman rahe... aur kabhi tumhari bhari jaanghe unmukt rahe...
Chacha-ji now closed his eyes as if he was portraying my figure in some short dress and assessing how sexy I would look!
Chacha-ji: Ram is a modern day lad Beti... you have to update yourself to contemporary and fresh sexiness to satisfy his cravings.
As Chacha-ji narrated my ears turned red and were emitting heat; I started breathing heavily and my coconut like tight boobs went up and down inside my dress ad I frankly had no reply to Chacha-ji’s erotic suggestions!
Chacha-ji (probably realizing the dose was too much for me): Please don’t mind Beti that I am talking or describing things like this to you... my only intent is to make things absolutely clear to you so that you can reform your son unhesitatingly.
I giggled and nodded signaling him that I did not mind and understood what he meant. .
Chacha-ji did not waste a second and jumped on to his next step!
Chacha-ji: Fine... par Beti this conversation would remain incomplete if you do not realize how you would update yourself to modernity. Right?
Not understanding what he meant I just nodded.
Chacha-ji: You can just go through our Haria’s scrapbook for modern dresses and select which you feel you can wear safely within the house.
Me: O... okay.
Just then I heard Ram’s footsteps as he was coming back for his tuition.
Chacha-ji: Are Ram Beta.... how are you? How was college today? .
Ram: I am fine Sir... but...err... Sir.... err... tomorrow teacher has announced a surprise test!
