Update 23
Nandini: Okay baba! Nothing much happened in the first part… till interval our shoulders were brushing as we sat closely though in two seats, he was keeping his hand on my hand as soon as there was a scary sound or a scary scene and frankly I was enjoying that and noting that probably he started playing with my fingers lightly, I could also sense his warm breath on my cheeks as he whispered some naughty comments about the heroine... like that the first half went
Me: After interval?
Nandini: Yes… things changed drastically after the interval as Praveen realized that the hall was pretty empty and our back seats were also vacant. That made him bolder to make advances towards me and as soon as there was a love scene on the screen after the interval, he did not wait any more.
Me: What did he do?
Nandini: He slipped his hand off my hand from the seat handle onto my legs... more precisely on my thighs and started feeling them over my dress. Naturally I got excited as he quickly changed his pressing to rubbing my upper and inner thighs with his fingers and palm.
Me: You were expecting that… isn’t Didi?
Nandini: Yes Bina, there’s nothing to hide! Frankly I was in anticipation of that and longing for his touches on my body… and the best part was that… it was dark… so my hesitation also was much less. I tried to make the most of it.
Me: Hmm...
Nandini: See Bina... there was no point being timid and defending... because I went there for that only!
Me (rubbing my pussy in a more vigorous way): Hmm...
Nandini: I allowed him to feel my body fully over my salwar-kamiz... starting from my knees till my breasts. He pulled up my kamiz to my waist and boldly caressed my choot over my pajama and panty and I really enjoyed that. I allowed him to touch and press by breasts unhindered over my kamiz, but yes… I objected when he tried to pull up my kamiz to the level of my breasts and wanted to free my breasts out of my brassiere. As I said Bina….I was not okay to expose in public in a vulgar manner.
Me: Right Didi… you also feel cheap!
Nandini: Exactly… but still Bina… it was such a rousing and stimulating experience that I could not control myself and got a bit carried away.
Me: How Didi?
Nandini: Actually at one point when seeing on-screen kissing of the hero and the heroine, Praveen turned my face towards him and started kissing me… first time on my lips… and simultaneously with his free hand he opened up my thighs and was probing my pussy over my dress with his fingers. This coupled effect was such a horny feeling for me that I was provoked to extend my arm to his pant front to feel his erect cock! But you tell me Bina, was that unnatural for me? I was so frustrated inside... I had not touched an erect cock for months then!
Me (still rubbing my choot): Not at all Didi.... it was a very natural thing you did! I also would have done the same thing!
How could I share my elder sister that t I had already done that out of my frustration... and with whom? With my son! Ram!
Nandini: I knew you will realize my condition! But by doing that I invited vulgarity which I actually did not want to do in a public place.
Me: Did he open his zip to make you hold his naked lund?
Nandini: If that was the case still it could have been okay… but not only did he open his pant zip and took out his erect dick, but also cajoled and enticed me to suck his cock!
Me: What? You sucked his cock in the cinema hall?!!?
Nandini: Frankly I was never okay doing that in public place, but the way he stirred me up and kept me stimulated by constantly fingering my choot that I succumbed to it! He pushed his waist up and made his dick stand erect and forced me to bend down towards his chair and suck his cock.
Me: How was the feeling Didi? Err… how was the size?
I was breathing heavily and asked in an almost whispering tone!
Nandini: Feeling was great as you know… any woman would love to do this… and his size was also decent… I could not take his whole cock inside my mouth, it was long enough… my dear sister!
We both giggled. I noted Didi was also scratching her choot, naturally!
Me: Wah! Didi... and how did it advance from there?
Nandini: Watching the movie together was like ‘agni mei ghee dalna’... from that moment we both were impatient and restless to get to bed, but it was not easy with his wife and daughter present and on my side Natasha and Urvasi were also very much present.
Me: Then?
Nandini: Praveen managed one of his friend’s room just for the afternoon when our daughters were at tuition and we spent the afternoon there in that room….Uff! Kya batayun Bina… seemed I got fuckked for the first time! Gap itni huge thi… jab last your Rajnath Bhaiya-ne mujhe choda tha …
Me: Ohhhh!
Nandini: It was such a thrilling, breathtaking, heavenly experience Bina! Uff! Kya batayunn… It was so, so special... getting pinned down by someone other than my husband! Bahut masti hua Bina... aur jo bharpur chuddai huyi meri Praveen ke haat... I cannot ever forget!
I was obviously excited listening to Didi’s (s)escapade though somewhat hesitant deep down inside me. I also wanted that pleasure but something was still hindering me! The situation for me was - my figure as if was fully ready for chuudai with an ‘unknown male’, but my mind was not!
Me: Then? Is it a regular phenomenon now Didi?
Nandini: No way, we both have families and our daughters are grownup. It’s just a weekly phenomenon, once a week, and that’s why probably our interest levels are also quite high for being together on bed!
Me: Par Didi… err… I mean... ghar mei... I mean at home... as far as I know the males... they try to get close utilizing every opportunity! Did your landlord not try on you at home?
Nandini: Yes, yes... that happens... but what I meant was... Praveen ko mujhe ghar mei choddne ka mauka nehi mila… daba-dabi, chumma-chati tak hua hai, par chudai nehi hui about tak ghar mei.
Me: I see… it’s risky too!
Nandini: Indeed risky.
Me: But still you are getting opportunities to get wet... keeps you motivated for daily works Didi. He He...
Nandini: Yes, that I agree... my dryness has evaporated completely! Since we live upstairs, Praveen often comes to dry wet clothes on the roof or he comes with his daughter to clarify some study points... seeing the opportunity and risk factors, we get close to each other for a coupe of minutes may be. Matlab some hugging, kissing and fondling...
Me: Great! Didi... Par Urvasi aur Natasha ko kuch shaque ho gaya to badi sharmindagi hogi.
Nandidni: Yes... I know... and I remain very careful my dear sister.
She again came closer and embraced me kissing my rosy cheeks and felt my curves with her hands. In fact she naughtily caressed my choot also which was now quite moist. Clock was ticking. It was getting late. We needed some sleep too! We decided to call it a day and went to sleep. Didi looked so happy as she went to sleep, but I remained deprived, arid, and frustrated.
Chacha-ji’s suggestion of “passing the litmus test” in the hands of my son unfortunately did not happen as the first thing in the morning that happened was a news from Didi’s home that Rajnath Bhaiya had suffered an accident and Didi had to leave along with her daughters tatkal.
Didi looked concerned – though she was having an affair with her landlord as a ‘Hindustani nari’ her emotions were still attached with her sindoor, which was but natural. She hurried away with her daughters.
As I continued with my daily chores, I noted that Ram was again eyeing me which I missed when Urvasi and Natasha were present in the house. I noted that in the mirror when I bent down to open the dressing table drawer and remained in that state and as a result my big round ass was protruding through my sari... Ram was intently eyeing my inviting pose sitting on bed. I unknowingly felt happy inside me that Ram’s sisters had moved away from his sight and he was again concentrating on me which was the prescription from Chacha-ji to keep him away from dirty pron books.
No sooner had Nandini and her two daughters left our house, my husband as if dropped a bomb at me! Vinay declared that he would be going to Dubai for six months as he had at last grabbed some job there and that he had spent all that we had in our saving as transit money to the foreign country. My husband was extremely happy and as if flying as he dreamt of making big money within six months which he would send to us, but I was literally at a loss how to run the show here!
Apart from our daily fooding and clothing cost, I have to pay Chacha-ji’s rent for a roof above our head, I have to pay Ram’s college fees, and on top of everything I need money for Harpal’s baby food which doctor had advised to start slowly along with breast milk.
It was just an impossible situation for me with the little savings that we had being exhausted by my husband. How would I run the family’s daily expenses?
Just then Chacha-ji stepped in.
Chacha-ji: Beti… this is not the time to think of finance! Yes, I agree it’s a difficult situation as you do not earn anything yourself… but don’t worry much… I am there naa… where there is a will there is a way!
Saying that he came closer to me and put his arm around my shoulder; his fatherly touch indeed made me feel better. He gently caressed my blouse covered shoulder trying to coax me.
Chacha-ji: Now is the time to rejoice and just pray to God for Vinay’s success in Dubai… so that the toll that he will take up in the coming few months pays off… That will keep you, Ram and Harpal smiling in the forthcoming days... isn’t it Beti? .
Chacha-ji’s words, as always, had instant effect on me. If my husband was a success in Dubai, then we could have a better lifestyle in the coming days – may be the first six months would be very tough, but later things would definitely improve.
I also thought if Chacha-ji could pave a way for me to earn some money in these six months, I could surely run the show till Vinay sends money from Dubai.
Vinay: Exactly Chacha-ji! That’s what I am trying to convey Bina… but she isn’t understanding at all! Arre… if you can somehow manage these six months… I will send you enough so that you don’t have to worry for the next six months!
Chacha-ji (grabbing my shoulder, his fingers descending down by bra strap): Arre I will arrange something... don’t worry baba! I will get you a job in a shop etc. so that you can earn something... that’s all you want naa in these six months?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji… wo ho jayega to I can mange!
Vinay (also echoing my voice): Yes, yes… thank you Chacha-ji! Ye hone so to sab problem solve ho jayega!
Chacha-ji now holding me closer to his body lifted my chin gently.
Chacha-ji: Ab to musgura do Beti!
As he did that I could feel his elbow lightly touching my fleshy boobs under my sari.
Me (griming): Ji Chacha-ji!
Vinay left early in the morning next day leaving behind me, Ram and Hapral “in the hands of Chacha-ji”. The worst part was that even on the night before leaving he drank heavily and was not in a position to give me any physical pleasure! Though I felt depressed, I was used to it as we had no physical relation for months then! Probably Didi was right – he must have developed fuckking prostitutes!
Though Chacha-ji had promised me he would arrange a job for me but I wondered what could I do? As I unbuttoned my blouse and exposed my right breast and pushed the swollen nipple into my son’s mouth for breastfeeding, I was wondering what my options were! I don’t even know stitching well such that I could get a job in a tailoring shop! I was not extrovert and smart enough to get a salesgirl job! I did not even have a pretty beautiful face to sit at a shop counter.
I was just starting to feel depressed when Chahca-ji entered my room. I quickly lowered the pallu of my sari so that my exposed right breast was covered, but I could not hide the indecent “chuk chuk” sound made by my son as he sucked my nipple under the sari.
Chacha-ji: Now that Vinay is gone… you must be thinking what job you can do to earn a living?
Me (naturally looking surprised as the elderly man read my mind perfectly): Ji… Ji Chacha-ji.... but… but how do you know that?
Chacha-ji (smiling): Are Beti… when I see you in this pose… with Harpal on your lap, do I have to be a scientist to tell that you are feeding the baby? Similarly, looking at your face, I can tell what’s going on in your mind!
Me (smiling): Hmm… you are dead correct Chacha-ji! Par... Ufffff! Aaaoouch!
I reacted naturally though it was pretty lewd to do that in front of my elderly landlord! Harpal was developing teeth and at times while sucking my nipple for milk, he pressed his gums on my nipple and with the uneven border of the developing teeth pressing on my nipple – it indeed hurts!
Chacha-ji: Arre... kya hua Beti? Must be Harpal’s budding teeth...
Me (blushing a bit as Chacha-ji was keenly looking at my bosom): Err… yes Chacha-ji… his teeth are just developing naaa … very sharp…
Chacha-ji: Yes… due to the undulating edges it hurts and more so as the nipple area is very soft and sensitive!
I blushed and naturally felt a bit uncomfortable.
Chacha-ji: Moreover, the baby is sucking your nipple at least thrice or four times a day… so naturally the area remains tender Beti.
I was naturally feeling increasingly tight and obviously was in no mood to discuss my nipple sore with my landlord. Hence I changed the topic.
Me: What were you saying Chacha-ji a moment ago?
Chacha-ji: Yes… I was saying that you must be thinking what would be an appropriate job for you?
Me: Ya… exactly! Just wait… let me make Harpal comfortable on bed… just a minute… please.
Chacha-ji: Yes, yes… lie him down… no problem.
I made my baby lie down on the bed and got down. Chacha-ji was sitting in such close proximity that I was really not wanting to close my half-open blouse in front of him. So I adjusted my pallu such that my half-open blouse was more or less covered and stepped out of the room to go to the kitchen and close my blouse hooks.
Me: Will bring you a cup of tea Chacha-ji …its ready actually… had prepared it before feeding Harpal.
Chacha-ji: Oh! So nice of you Beti!
As I descended from the bed my heavy milk-filled boobs jiggled and vibrated inside my blouse due to my bra-less state and I quickly walked out of the room. I closed the last three buttons of my blouse and placed the sari pallu properly so that I looked decent. As I did that I noticed that my blouse cup was getting wet as milk droplets on my nipple soaked into my blouse and in no time I had a small wet patch on my blouse around my right nipple. I could not make Chacha-ji wait for ages and hence decided not to change the blouse and went ahead like that with the tea.
Though I walked with the cup of tea towards Chacha-ji in a slow pace, still I could not hide the undulation of my big-sized boobs inside my blouse due to my braless state. I noted from the corner of my eye that my landlord did not miss that either!
Chacha-ji: Thanks Beti. Have you decided on anything that you can do as a source of income?
Me: Err… not exactly Chacha-ji… honestly I am at a loss… what to do… I am not an expert at stitching neither am I young and smart enough to work as a counter salesgirl!
Chacha-ji: Hmm… True but not to the extent that you are not young as you said… 30 is a ripe and attractive age for any woman.
Me (smiling): Haa par… I mean Chacha-ji… unmarried young girls are preferred as salesgirls at shop counter… isn’t it?
Chacha-ji: You are talking about a cosmetics or a jewellery shop Beti… where you need up-to-date young unmarried girls… but for working in a shop selling saris or a shop selling undergarments you need married experienced ladies . . isn’t it?
Me: U-n-d-e-r g-a-r-m-e-n-t-s!
I did not thought of this in my wildest thoughts!
Chacha-ji: Arre… I am just citing examples…
Me (much relieved): Oh… okay.
Chacha-ji: Then what are the options left? No tailoring shop, no counter sales, no nursing job as you are not aware of nursing techniques, and no desk job as you are not aware of office things… Right? Moreover, since ours is not a big city… you do not have any shopping malls here either where you can work… so???
Chahca-ji nodded his head negatively and suddenly I felt the balloon of procuring a job in my mind as if burst!
Me: I mean err… Chacha-ji… I guess I can work as a receptionist where there is no sales job, but only information sharing and attending customers…
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… and I have some contacts in this line also and they take married ladies... but whenever I will say to them that you are a mother of two… they will not be much interested… you know!
Me (sighing): Hmm...
Chacha-ji: Moreover, they would want a lady who is modern and bold in outlook … one who wears modern clothing... you know.... tops, leggings, skirts, skin-tight pants... I hope you understand!
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... its not that I cannot wear those modern outfits... I can jolly well wear them and I bet they will fit well on my figure also... but yes, it’s a fact that I have never worn them and frankly I never had the money to buy them either!
Chacha-ji: But if you get a job in the office you will have to have a good wardrobe collection... which you do not have at all. So that possibility is also closed.
Me: True! (nodding my head negatively) Seems its a blind lane for me!
I honestly started feeling rather depressed and dejected. Frankly I started feeling nervous and worried too - how would I run my family then?
Chahca-ji: Your limitations are a setback Beti…
The zeal and confidence that was there in Chacha-ji’s when Vinay was there was slowly evaporating! This made me more nervous and anxious about our future. In fact a drop of tear rolled out down my cheek. I started weeping thinking of the uncertain foreseeable future with my two sons – Rampal who was in class VIII and Harpal who was a toddler still breastfeeding!
Seeing me weep, Chacha-ji could not sit steady. He came closer and tried to comfort me by patting my head. By that time I got more panicky and could not control myself and broke into tears in his arms!
Me: What will happen Chacha-ji... now that Vinay is also not there!
The elderly man tried to console me and patted my head and shoulder time and again and in the process his hand and fingers brushed and grazed there which accidentally made my pallu slip off my shoulder. As I was still weeping in my landlord’s arms, I did not notice that for some moments.
Chacha-ji must have relished my sexy state as I was looking rather inviting with more than an inch of creamy cleavage visible clearly over my blouse; furthermore I was not wearing a bra inside my blouse and so my boob shape and size was quite clearly evident and since I had completed breastfeeding moments ago, my nipple pokes were pretty much evident on my blouse fabric since they were wet and swollen. The elderly man must have taken erotic pleasures seeing me in that sexy state as he embraced my trembling body in a very natural manner to soothe my emotions.
Chacha-ji: Beti… I know it’s a tough ask… but if we work together we will surely come up with a solution. Don’t lose heart… don’t forget the case of Ram… did we not work together and achieve some success…. at least he is not reading those dirty books now… similarly we will do something to get out of this financial crisis also…
As he spoke I continued to weep and in the process my whole body vibrated and my bra-less heavy mammaries undulated inside my blouse and probably seeing that my landlord got excited and embraced me closer in the pretext of soothing me and my milk-jugs started to get pressed gently on his flat chest. Though I was sobbing, I was momentarily attentive of the male contact I had on my tits, but due to his fatherly looks and encouraging words, I did not feel guilty about it. Seeing me not retracting, Chacha-ji started comforting me in a more assertive manner thereby pressing his chest more and more on my oozing milk-filled tits. Though I was momentarily uncomfortable especially because my breasts were just covered in a sheet blouse and my pallu was also out of place, I slowly started to feel less nervous in his manly arms.
Chacha-ji: Don’t cry beti... Have faith on me Beti… I will get a way out for you.
Till now he was comforting me with his hand on my head and shoulder, but this time he gently embraced me with both hands which made me feel slightly uneasy as he had kept one of his hands below the hem of my blouse on my bare midriff. The elderly pervert was keen to touch my naked skin! His other hand was wiping my tears off my cheeks, but in my ignorance was time and again touching and brushing my soft full lips! He was craftily feeling my pink luscious lips with his fingers in the pretext of wiping my tears. He must have felt somewhat horny touching me like that and he was clearly pushing his body more and more towards me to feel the pressure and sexy feel of my bra-less heavy breasts on his chest. Unfortunately I was totally ignorant of all this and was deeply concerned about my future. I was unsure how long I wept in Chacha-ji’s arms when suddenly he cried out!
Chacha-ji: Eureka! Eureka! Yes… yes… there is a way! There is a way Beti!
He yelled so loudly that my instant reaction was grabbing him more closely to my body in a sense of scariness, but I immediately retracted out of natural shyness of embracing a male other than my husband. I was as if back to my senses and immediately picked up my pallu and covered my exposed bosom.
Me: What Chacha-ji? Which way?
Chacha-ji: Well! Beti… I just remembered…. Yes it can be tried… it can be tried…
Me: Arre Chacha-ji? What can be tried? Wo to boliye!
Chacha-ji: Look Beti…. since the path of employment for you is closed here due to our town’s very limited opportunities as well as your limited capacity...
Me: True …
Chacha-ji: I feel there is this only glimmer of hope… if you can do it… all depends on YOU Beti… in fact, you can earn very good cash...
Me: Really?!?? Chacha-ji? Is there an avenue for me? Really??? I can’t believe it…
My whole body jerked and I wiped off my tears and looked keenly at my landlord. He held me my shoulders and looked deeply in my eyes.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti… there is no surety that I can get this income opportunity for you… it entirely depends on your skills…
Me: I will achieve it… I have to achieve it Chacha-ji for my sons! I have to...
Chahca-ji: Yes that has to be the attitude… that whatever may be the case… you will grab this opportunity!
Me: What is it Chacha-ji? Tell me naa… I can’t wait…
Chacha-ji: Yes, yes… am coming to that.
Me: Oh! I am dying to listen….
I naturally started breathing heavily in anticipation and excitement. My heavy bustline was moving up and down inside my bra-less blouse. Chahca-ji’s hands slipped off my shoulder now onto my arms; he was holding my upper arms pressing its soft flesh. He was looking into my eyes intently.
Chacha-ji: Sit here.
He made me sit on the cot while he himself sat on a chair just in front of me.
Chacha-ji: Listen…. a few days back one of my old friends… langota yaar you can say… came from Mumbai… you remember I went to Lucknow some days back…
Me: Yes, yes I distinctly remember…. His name was… his name was… arre you told me… Yes! His name was Raman.
Chacha-ji: Right..... Raman!
Chacha-ji: After a very long gap… many, many years… he came to Lucknow and telephoned just to meet me…
Me: What did he tell you?
Chacha-ji: He told me that he has got a project which needs to be finished in the coming two months…
Me: Project? What is that?
Chacha-ji: VFY.
Me: VFY?!?! What’s that Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: It’s ‘Video For Youtube’… this is in great demand now-a-days… a short movie for internet viewing Beti.
Me: O! Achha achha... I have heard of ‘internet’ from Ram… it can be seen in computers… I know... some ‘www’ thing… but not aware what exactly it is.
Chacha-ji: Arre Beti… we are from the old generation… how would we know? Ram is young and updated and hence he knows it. Ram is very smart I must say Beti.
I naturally felt proud somewhere in my mind that my son was aware of these modern technical things. Chacha-ji was still holding onto my arms feeling my naked skin outside my blouse cover. I was feeling a bit tight as I was in a bra-less condition under my sari.
Chacha-ji: Anyway, what I could gather from Raman was... it’s a basically movie but of short duration... hence called a video... and it will not be screened in the cinema halls, but will be flashed on the internet only.
Me: I see!
Chacha-ji: Raman needs to make that video in the coming two months… I don’t remember the subject though… but Raman was desperately looking for a fresh unknown face… a fresh next door lass he said... and... and he did mention that married young female is his preference!
Chacha-ji paused; my heart was pounding inside me and I was actually trembling in excitement now sensing the opportunity to act in a movie!
This was simply beyond all my imaginations!
Me: Chacha-ji! What are you saying? Is it really true?
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti! I am not joking!
Me: Oh! This is unbelievable! I can do this… I can to do this…
I stood up in excitement and Chacha-ji had to release his clutches.
Me: You don’t know Chacha-ji that I have acted in dramas in my village in my teenage days…
I was so excited at this news that I started shuffling and taking a few steps in the room in front of my landlord. This actually made my look severely sexy as my heavy boobs jerked and swayed inside my sari absolutely in front of Chacha-ji. I was totally ignorant of that.
Chacha-ji: Oh! That’s fantastic to note! Then Beti I don’t think you should think of any job... you go for this and grab it!
Saying that he again stretched his arms and held my arms and pulled me near him; this time he held me just near my wrist above my bangles.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji! I have to... I have to get this... I need the money desperately!
Chacha-ji held my wrists more firmly so as to give me reassurance and looked into my eyes. I was breathing heavily in anticipation and my heavy boob flesh was moving up and down in a sexy manner in front of Chacha-ji’s eyes. I was naturally ignorant of that as I could only see the ‘window of opportunity’ at that moment.
Chacha-ji: But then I need to get back to Raman soon... I just hope he has not finalized any girl yet for his project!
Me: Please Chacha-ji ... subh subh boliye! Please!
Chacha-ji took this opportunity to get close and he released my wrists and casually held me directly by my waist! Though this was indeed a pretty indecent action to do to a housewife, his calm smiling face mirrored reassurance for me!
Chacha-ji: Beti! Tujhe mujhpe bharosa nehi hai? Even if Raman has finalized a girl... he will not be able to ignore my request...
I could feel my landlord’s cold fingers pressing on my waistline just above my sari. He must have enjoying the soft and warm feel of my waist contour as his fingers pressed deep on my creamy naked flesh there. Chacha-ji felt my naked waist only for some moments and before I could get conscious and start feeling uncomfortable, he was smart enough to remove his fingers off my sensitive area.
Me (with a big smile): That’s my Chacha-ji! Thank you!
Chacha-ji: Yes yes.... but Beti one thing... err... I mean you must remember that just my recommendation won’t get you the role in the movie… I mean... you have to be selected for the purpose. Any Sita, Gita, and Babita can appear for an audition, but will NOT be selected unless they perform!
From momentary dreamy flying I instantly was thrown onto the concrete of reality. Chacha-ji was dead right! ‘He can recommend me, but if I do not perform up to the mark... I will not get the role and more importantly to me - not the money!’
Me: But Chacha-ji… I have no other way… I will not succeed in other jobs…So I have to try this…I have to try this!
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… I want this attitude of yours! You must be determined to grab the role whatever be the situation!
Me: Ji Chacha-ji! I am already mentally prepared for that! I have to do this for my sons!
Chacha-ji: Right! And once you pass the audition and get the role… you will have good money at your disposal... I tell you! You will not have to think for my rent, Ram’s college fees, and Harpal’s baby food for at least a year!
Me: Itna paisa dega Chacha-ji? I asked hesitatingly.
Chahca-ji: Arre I told you naa… Raman is looking for a female lead in the video. And they pay good amounts to their hero and heroine.
Me: After interval?
Nandini: Yes… things changed drastically after the interval as Praveen realized that the hall was pretty empty and our back seats were also vacant. That made him bolder to make advances towards me and as soon as there was a love scene on the screen after the interval, he did not wait any more.
Me: What did he do?
Nandini: He slipped his hand off my hand from the seat handle onto my legs... more precisely on my thighs and started feeling them over my dress. Naturally I got excited as he quickly changed his pressing to rubbing my upper and inner thighs with his fingers and palm.
Me: You were expecting that… isn’t Didi?
Nandini: Yes Bina, there’s nothing to hide! Frankly I was in anticipation of that and longing for his touches on my body… and the best part was that… it was dark… so my hesitation also was much less. I tried to make the most of it.
Me: Hmm...
Nandini: See Bina... there was no point being timid and defending... because I went there for that only!
Me (rubbing my pussy in a more vigorous way): Hmm...
Nandini: I allowed him to feel my body fully over my salwar-kamiz... starting from my knees till my breasts. He pulled up my kamiz to my waist and boldly caressed my choot over my pajama and panty and I really enjoyed that. I allowed him to touch and press by breasts unhindered over my kamiz, but yes… I objected when he tried to pull up my kamiz to the level of my breasts and wanted to free my breasts out of my brassiere. As I said Bina….I was not okay to expose in public in a vulgar manner.
Me: Right Didi… you also feel cheap!
Nandini: Exactly… but still Bina… it was such a rousing and stimulating experience that I could not control myself and got a bit carried away.
Me: How Didi?
Nandini: Actually at one point when seeing on-screen kissing of the hero and the heroine, Praveen turned my face towards him and started kissing me… first time on my lips… and simultaneously with his free hand he opened up my thighs and was probing my pussy over my dress with his fingers. This coupled effect was such a horny feeling for me that I was provoked to extend my arm to his pant front to feel his erect cock! But you tell me Bina, was that unnatural for me? I was so frustrated inside... I had not touched an erect cock for months then!
Me (still rubbing my choot): Not at all Didi.... it was a very natural thing you did! I also would have done the same thing!
How could I share my elder sister that t I had already done that out of my frustration... and with whom? With my son! Ram!
Nandini: I knew you will realize my condition! But by doing that I invited vulgarity which I actually did not want to do in a public place.
Me: Did he open his zip to make you hold his naked lund?
Nandini: If that was the case still it could have been okay… but not only did he open his pant zip and took out his erect dick, but also cajoled and enticed me to suck his cock!
Me: What? You sucked his cock in the cinema hall?!!?
Nandini: Frankly I was never okay doing that in public place, but the way he stirred me up and kept me stimulated by constantly fingering my choot that I succumbed to it! He pushed his waist up and made his dick stand erect and forced me to bend down towards his chair and suck his cock.
Me: How was the feeling Didi? Err… how was the size?
I was breathing heavily and asked in an almost whispering tone!
Nandini: Feeling was great as you know… any woman would love to do this… and his size was also decent… I could not take his whole cock inside my mouth, it was long enough… my dear sister!
We both giggled. I noted Didi was also scratching her choot, naturally!
Me: Wah! Didi... and how did it advance from there?
Nandini: Watching the movie together was like ‘agni mei ghee dalna’... from that moment we both were impatient and restless to get to bed, but it was not easy with his wife and daughter present and on my side Natasha and Urvasi were also very much present.
Me: Then?
Nandini: Praveen managed one of his friend’s room just for the afternoon when our daughters were at tuition and we spent the afternoon there in that room….Uff! Kya batayun Bina… seemed I got fuckked for the first time! Gap itni huge thi… jab last your Rajnath Bhaiya-ne mujhe choda tha …
Me: Ohhhh!
Nandini: It was such a thrilling, breathtaking, heavenly experience Bina! Uff! Kya batayunn… It was so, so special... getting pinned down by someone other than my husband! Bahut masti hua Bina... aur jo bharpur chuddai huyi meri Praveen ke haat... I cannot ever forget!
I was obviously excited listening to Didi’s (s)escapade though somewhat hesitant deep down inside me. I also wanted that pleasure but something was still hindering me! The situation for me was - my figure as if was fully ready for chuudai with an ‘unknown male’, but my mind was not!
Me: Then? Is it a regular phenomenon now Didi?
Nandini: No way, we both have families and our daughters are grownup. It’s just a weekly phenomenon, once a week, and that’s why probably our interest levels are also quite high for being together on bed!
Me: Par Didi… err… I mean... ghar mei... I mean at home... as far as I know the males... they try to get close utilizing every opportunity! Did your landlord not try on you at home?
Nandini: Yes, yes... that happens... but what I meant was... Praveen ko mujhe ghar mei choddne ka mauka nehi mila… daba-dabi, chumma-chati tak hua hai, par chudai nehi hui about tak ghar mei.
Me: I see… it’s risky too!
Nandini: Indeed risky.
Me: But still you are getting opportunities to get wet... keeps you motivated for daily works Didi. He He...
Nandini: Yes, that I agree... my dryness has evaporated completely! Since we live upstairs, Praveen often comes to dry wet clothes on the roof or he comes with his daughter to clarify some study points... seeing the opportunity and risk factors, we get close to each other for a coupe of minutes may be. Matlab some hugging, kissing and fondling...
Me: Great! Didi... Par Urvasi aur Natasha ko kuch shaque ho gaya to badi sharmindagi hogi.
Nandidni: Yes... I know... and I remain very careful my dear sister.
She again came closer and embraced me kissing my rosy cheeks and felt my curves with her hands. In fact she naughtily caressed my choot also which was now quite moist. Clock was ticking. It was getting late. We needed some sleep too! We decided to call it a day and went to sleep. Didi looked so happy as she went to sleep, but I remained deprived, arid, and frustrated.
Chacha-ji’s suggestion of “passing the litmus test” in the hands of my son unfortunately did not happen as the first thing in the morning that happened was a news from Didi’s home that Rajnath Bhaiya had suffered an accident and Didi had to leave along with her daughters tatkal.
Didi looked concerned – though she was having an affair with her landlord as a ‘Hindustani nari’ her emotions were still attached with her sindoor, which was but natural. She hurried away with her daughters.
As I continued with my daily chores, I noted that Ram was again eyeing me which I missed when Urvasi and Natasha were present in the house. I noted that in the mirror when I bent down to open the dressing table drawer and remained in that state and as a result my big round ass was protruding through my sari... Ram was intently eyeing my inviting pose sitting on bed. I unknowingly felt happy inside me that Ram’s sisters had moved away from his sight and he was again concentrating on me which was the prescription from Chacha-ji to keep him away from dirty pron books.
No sooner had Nandini and her two daughters left our house, my husband as if dropped a bomb at me! Vinay declared that he would be going to Dubai for six months as he had at last grabbed some job there and that he had spent all that we had in our saving as transit money to the foreign country. My husband was extremely happy and as if flying as he dreamt of making big money within six months which he would send to us, but I was literally at a loss how to run the show here!
Apart from our daily fooding and clothing cost, I have to pay Chacha-ji’s rent for a roof above our head, I have to pay Ram’s college fees, and on top of everything I need money for Harpal’s baby food which doctor had advised to start slowly along with breast milk.
It was just an impossible situation for me with the little savings that we had being exhausted by my husband. How would I run the family’s daily expenses?
Just then Chacha-ji stepped in.
Chacha-ji: Beti… this is not the time to think of finance! Yes, I agree it’s a difficult situation as you do not earn anything yourself… but don’t worry much… I am there naa… where there is a will there is a way!
Saying that he came closer to me and put his arm around my shoulder; his fatherly touch indeed made me feel better. He gently caressed my blouse covered shoulder trying to coax me.
Chacha-ji: Now is the time to rejoice and just pray to God for Vinay’s success in Dubai… so that the toll that he will take up in the coming few months pays off… That will keep you, Ram and Harpal smiling in the forthcoming days... isn’t it Beti? .
Chacha-ji’s words, as always, had instant effect on me. If my husband was a success in Dubai, then we could have a better lifestyle in the coming days – may be the first six months would be very tough, but later things would definitely improve.
I also thought if Chacha-ji could pave a way for me to earn some money in these six months, I could surely run the show till Vinay sends money from Dubai.
Vinay: Exactly Chacha-ji! That’s what I am trying to convey Bina… but she isn’t understanding at all! Arre… if you can somehow manage these six months… I will send you enough so that you don’t have to worry for the next six months!
Chacha-ji (grabbing my shoulder, his fingers descending down by bra strap): Arre I will arrange something... don’t worry baba! I will get you a job in a shop etc. so that you can earn something... that’s all you want naa in these six months?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji… wo ho jayega to I can mange!
Vinay (also echoing my voice): Yes, yes… thank you Chacha-ji! Ye hone so to sab problem solve ho jayega!
Chacha-ji now holding me closer to his body lifted my chin gently.
Chacha-ji: Ab to musgura do Beti!
As he did that I could feel his elbow lightly touching my fleshy boobs under my sari.
Me (griming): Ji Chacha-ji!
Vinay left early in the morning next day leaving behind me, Ram and Hapral “in the hands of Chacha-ji”. The worst part was that even on the night before leaving he drank heavily and was not in a position to give me any physical pleasure! Though I felt depressed, I was used to it as we had no physical relation for months then! Probably Didi was right – he must have developed fuckking prostitutes!
Though Chacha-ji had promised me he would arrange a job for me but I wondered what could I do? As I unbuttoned my blouse and exposed my right breast and pushed the swollen nipple into my son’s mouth for breastfeeding, I was wondering what my options were! I don’t even know stitching well such that I could get a job in a tailoring shop! I was not extrovert and smart enough to get a salesgirl job! I did not even have a pretty beautiful face to sit at a shop counter.
I was just starting to feel depressed when Chahca-ji entered my room. I quickly lowered the pallu of my sari so that my exposed right breast was covered, but I could not hide the indecent “chuk chuk” sound made by my son as he sucked my nipple under the sari.
Chacha-ji: Now that Vinay is gone… you must be thinking what job you can do to earn a living?
Me (naturally looking surprised as the elderly man read my mind perfectly): Ji… Ji Chacha-ji.... but… but how do you know that?
Chacha-ji (smiling): Are Beti… when I see you in this pose… with Harpal on your lap, do I have to be a scientist to tell that you are feeding the baby? Similarly, looking at your face, I can tell what’s going on in your mind!
Me (smiling): Hmm… you are dead correct Chacha-ji! Par... Ufffff! Aaaoouch!
I reacted naturally though it was pretty lewd to do that in front of my elderly landlord! Harpal was developing teeth and at times while sucking my nipple for milk, he pressed his gums on my nipple and with the uneven border of the developing teeth pressing on my nipple – it indeed hurts!
Chacha-ji: Arre... kya hua Beti? Must be Harpal’s budding teeth...
Me (blushing a bit as Chacha-ji was keenly looking at my bosom): Err… yes Chacha-ji… his teeth are just developing naaa … very sharp…
Chacha-ji: Yes… due to the undulating edges it hurts and more so as the nipple area is very soft and sensitive!
I blushed and naturally felt a bit uncomfortable.
Chacha-ji: Moreover, the baby is sucking your nipple at least thrice or four times a day… so naturally the area remains tender Beti.
I was naturally feeling increasingly tight and obviously was in no mood to discuss my nipple sore with my landlord. Hence I changed the topic.
Me: What were you saying Chacha-ji a moment ago?
Chacha-ji: Yes… I was saying that you must be thinking what would be an appropriate job for you?
Me: Ya… exactly! Just wait… let me make Harpal comfortable on bed… just a minute… please.
Chacha-ji: Yes, yes… lie him down… no problem.
I made my baby lie down on the bed and got down. Chacha-ji was sitting in such close proximity that I was really not wanting to close my half-open blouse in front of him. So I adjusted my pallu such that my half-open blouse was more or less covered and stepped out of the room to go to the kitchen and close my blouse hooks.
Me: Will bring you a cup of tea Chacha-ji …its ready actually… had prepared it before feeding Harpal.
Chacha-ji: Oh! So nice of you Beti!
As I descended from the bed my heavy milk-filled boobs jiggled and vibrated inside my blouse due to my bra-less state and I quickly walked out of the room. I closed the last three buttons of my blouse and placed the sari pallu properly so that I looked decent. As I did that I noticed that my blouse cup was getting wet as milk droplets on my nipple soaked into my blouse and in no time I had a small wet patch on my blouse around my right nipple. I could not make Chacha-ji wait for ages and hence decided not to change the blouse and went ahead like that with the tea.
Though I walked with the cup of tea towards Chacha-ji in a slow pace, still I could not hide the undulation of my big-sized boobs inside my blouse due to my braless state. I noted from the corner of my eye that my landlord did not miss that either!
Chacha-ji: Thanks Beti. Have you decided on anything that you can do as a source of income?
Me: Err… not exactly Chacha-ji… honestly I am at a loss… what to do… I am not an expert at stitching neither am I young and smart enough to work as a counter salesgirl!
Chacha-ji: Hmm… True but not to the extent that you are not young as you said… 30 is a ripe and attractive age for any woman.
Me (smiling): Haa par… I mean Chacha-ji… unmarried young girls are preferred as salesgirls at shop counter… isn’t it?
Chacha-ji: You are talking about a cosmetics or a jewellery shop Beti… where you need up-to-date young unmarried girls… but for working in a shop selling saris or a shop selling undergarments you need married experienced ladies . . isn’t it?
Me: U-n-d-e-r g-a-r-m-e-n-t-s!
I did not thought of this in my wildest thoughts!
Chacha-ji: Arre… I am just citing examples…
Me (much relieved): Oh… okay.
Chacha-ji: Then what are the options left? No tailoring shop, no counter sales, no nursing job as you are not aware of nursing techniques, and no desk job as you are not aware of office things… Right? Moreover, since ours is not a big city… you do not have any shopping malls here either where you can work… so???
Chahca-ji nodded his head negatively and suddenly I felt the balloon of procuring a job in my mind as if burst!
Me: I mean err… Chacha-ji… I guess I can work as a receptionist where there is no sales job, but only information sharing and attending customers…
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… and I have some contacts in this line also and they take married ladies... but whenever I will say to them that you are a mother of two… they will not be much interested… you know!
Me (sighing): Hmm...
Chacha-ji: Moreover, they would want a lady who is modern and bold in outlook … one who wears modern clothing... you know.... tops, leggings, skirts, skin-tight pants... I hope you understand!
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... its not that I cannot wear those modern outfits... I can jolly well wear them and I bet they will fit well on my figure also... but yes, it’s a fact that I have never worn them and frankly I never had the money to buy them either!
Chacha-ji: But if you get a job in the office you will have to have a good wardrobe collection... which you do not have at all. So that possibility is also closed.
Me: True! (nodding my head negatively) Seems its a blind lane for me!
I honestly started feeling rather depressed and dejected. Frankly I started feeling nervous and worried too - how would I run my family then?
Chahca-ji: Your limitations are a setback Beti…
The zeal and confidence that was there in Chacha-ji’s when Vinay was there was slowly evaporating! This made me more nervous and anxious about our future. In fact a drop of tear rolled out down my cheek. I started weeping thinking of the uncertain foreseeable future with my two sons – Rampal who was in class VIII and Harpal who was a toddler still breastfeeding!
Seeing me weep, Chacha-ji could not sit steady. He came closer and tried to comfort me by patting my head. By that time I got more panicky and could not control myself and broke into tears in his arms!
Me: What will happen Chacha-ji... now that Vinay is also not there!
The elderly man tried to console me and patted my head and shoulder time and again and in the process his hand and fingers brushed and grazed there which accidentally made my pallu slip off my shoulder. As I was still weeping in my landlord’s arms, I did not notice that for some moments.
Chacha-ji must have relished my sexy state as I was looking rather inviting with more than an inch of creamy cleavage visible clearly over my blouse; furthermore I was not wearing a bra inside my blouse and so my boob shape and size was quite clearly evident and since I had completed breastfeeding moments ago, my nipple pokes were pretty much evident on my blouse fabric since they were wet and swollen. The elderly man must have taken erotic pleasures seeing me in that sexy state as he embraced my trembling body in a very natural manner to soothe my emotions.
Chacha-ji: Beti… I know it’s a tough ask… but if we work together we will surely come up with a solution. Don’t lose heart… don’t forget the case of Ram… did we not work together and achieve some success…. at least he is not reading those dirty books now… similarly we will do something to get out of this financial crisis also…
As he spoke I continued to weep and in the process my whole body vibrated and my bra-less heavy mammaries undulated inside my blouse and probably seeing that my landlord got excited and embraced me closer in the pretext of soothing me and my milk-jugs started to get pressed gently on his flat chest. Though I was sobbing, I was momentarily attentive of the male contact I had on my tits, but due to his fatherly looks and encouraging words, I did not feel guilty about it. Seeing me not retracting, Chacha-ji started comforting me in a more assertive manner thereby pressing his chest more and more on my oozing milk-filled tits. Though I was momentarily uncomfortable especially because my breasts were just covered in a sheet blouse and my pallu was also out of place, I slowly started to feel less nervous in his manly arms.
Chacha-ji: Don’t cry beti... Have faith on me Beti… I will get a way out for you.
Till now he was comforting me with his hand on my head and shoulder, but this time he gently embraced me with both hands which made me feel slightly uneasy as he had kept one of his hands below the hem of my blouse on my bare midriff. The elderly pervert was keen to touch my naked skin! His other hand was wiping my tears off my cheeks, but in my ignorance was time and again touching and brushing my soft full lips! He was craftily feeling my pink luscious lips with his fingers in the pretext of wiping my tears. He must have felt somewhat horny touching me like that and he was clearly pushing his body more and more towards me to feel the pressure and sexy feel of my bra-less heavy breasts on his chest. Unfortunately I was totally ignorant of all this and was deeply concerned about my future. I was unsure how long I wept in Chacha-ji’s arms when suddenly he cried out!
Chacha-ji: Eureka! Eureka! Yes… yes… there is a way! There is a way Beti!
He yelled so loudly that my instant reaction was grabbing him more closely to my body in a sense of scariness, but I immediately retracted out of natural shyness of embracing a male other than my husband. I was as if back to my senses and immediately picked up my pallu and covered my exposed bosom.
Me: What Chacha-ji? Which way?
Chacha-ji: Well! Beti… I just remembered…. Yes it can be tried… it can be tried…
Me: Arre Chacha-ji? What can be tried? Wo to boliye!
Chacha-ji: Look Beti…. since the path of employment for you is closed here due to our town’s very limited opportunities as well as your limited capacity...
Me: True …
Chacha-ji: I feel there is this only glimmer of hope… if you can do it… all depends on YOU Beti… in fact, you can earn very good cash...
Me: Really?!?? Chacha-ji? Is there an avenue for me? Really??? I can’t believe it…
My whole body jerked and I wiped off my tears and looked keenly at my landlord. He held me my shoulders and looked deeply in my eyes.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti… there is no surety that I can get this income opportunity for you… it entirely depends on your skills…
Me: I will achieve it… I have to achieve it Chacha-ji for my sons! I have to...
Chahca-ji: Yes that has to be the attitude… that whatever may be the case… you will grab this opportunity!
Me: What is it Chacha-ji? Tell me naa… I can’t wait…
Chacha-ji: Yes, yes… am coming to that.
Me: Oh! I am dying to listen….
I naturally started breathing heavily in anticipation and excitement. My heavy bustline was moving up and down inside my bra-less blouse. Chahca-ji’s hands slipped off my shoulder now onto my arms; he was holding my upper arms pressing its soft flesh. He was looking into my eyes intently.
Chacha-ji: Sit here.
He made me sit on the cot while he himself sat on a chair just in front of me.
Chacha-ji: Listen…. a few days back one of my old friends… langota yaar you can say… came from Mumbai… you remember I went to Lucknow some days back…
Me: Yes, yes I distinctly remember…. His name was… his name was… arre you told me… Yes! His name was Raman.
Chacha-ji: Right..... Raman!
Chacha-ji: After a very long gap… many, many years… he came to Lucknow and telephoned just to meet me…
Me: What did he tell you?
Chacha-ji: He told me that he has got a project which needs to be finished in the coming two months…
Me: Project? What is that?
Chacha-ji: VFY.
Me: VFY?!?! What’s that Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: It’s ‘Video For Youtube’… this is in great demand now-a-days… a short movie for internet viewing Beti.
Me: O! Achha achha... I have heard of ‘internet’ from Ram… it can be seen in computers… I know... some ‘www’ thing… but not aware what exactly it is.
Chacha-ji: Arre Beti… we are from the old generation… how would we know? Ram is young and updated and hence he knows it. Ram is very smart I must say Beti.
I naturally felt proud somewhere in my mind that my son was aware of these modern technical things. Chacha-ji was still holding onto my arms feeling my naked skin outside my blouse cover. I was feeling a bit tight as I was in a bra-less condition under my sari.
Chacha-ji: Anyway, what I could gather from Raman was... it’s a basically movie but of short duration... hence called a video... and it will not be screened in the cinema halls, but will be flashed on the internet only.
Me: I see!
Chacha-ji: Raman needs to make that video in the coming two months… I don’t remember the subject though… but Raman was desperately looking for a fresh unknown face… a fresh next door lass he said... and... and he did mention that married young female is his preference!
Chacha-ji paused; my heart was pounding inside me and I was actually trembling in excitement now sensing the opportunity to act in a movie!
This was simply beyond all my imaginations!
Me: Chacha-ji! What are you saying? Is it really true?
Chacha-ji: Ha Beti! I am not joking!
Me: Oh! This is unbelievable! I can do this… I can to do this…
I stood up in excitement and Chacha-ji had to release his clutches.
Me: You don’t know Chacha-ji that I have acted in dramas in my village in my teenage days…
I was so excited at this news that I started shuffling and taking a few steps in the room in front of my landlord. This actually made my look severely sexy as my heavy boobs jerked and swayed inside my sari absolutely in front of Chacha-ji. I was totally ignorant of that.
Chacha-ji: Oh! That’s fantastic to note! Then Beti I don’t think you should think of any job... you go for this and grab it!
Saying that he again stretched his arms and held my arms and pulled me near him; this time he held me just near my wrist above my bangles.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji! I have to... I have to get this... I need the money desperately!
Chacha-ji held my wrists more firmly so as to give me reassurance and looked into my eyes. I was breathing heavily in anticipation and my heavy boob flesh was moving up and down in a sexy manner in front of Chacha-ji’s eyes. I was naturally ignorant of that as I could only see the ‘window of opportunity’ at that moment.
Chacha-ji: But then I need to get back to Raman soon... I just hope he has not finalized any girl yet for his project!
Me: Please Chacha-ji ... subh subh boliye! Please!
Chacha-ji took this opportunity to get close and he released my wrists and casually held me directly by my waist! Though this was indeed a pretty indecent action to do to a housewife, his calm smiling face mirrored reassurance for me!
Chacha-ji: Beti! Tujhe mujhpe bharosa nehi hai? Even if Raman has finalized a girl... he will not be able to ignore my request...
I could feel my landlord’s cold fingers pressing on my waistline just above my sari. He must have enjoying the soft and warm feel of my waist contour as his fingers pressed deep on my creamy naked flesh there. Chacha-ji felt my naked waist only for some moments and before I could get conscious and start feeling uncomfortable, he was smart enough to remove his fingers off my sensitive area.
Me (with a big smile): That’s my Chacha-ji! Thank you!
Chacha-ji: Yes yes.... but Beti one thing... err... I mean you must remember that just my recommendation won’t get you the role in the movie… I mean... you have to be selected for the purpose. Any Sita, Gita, and Babita can appear for an audition, but will NOT be selected unless they perform!
From momentary dreamy flying I instantly was thrown onto the concrete of reality. Chacha-ji was dead right! ‘He can recommend me, but if I do not perform up to the mark... I will not get the role and more importantly to me - not the money!’
Me: But Chacha-ji… I have no other way… I will not succeed in other jobs…So I have to try this…I have to try this!
Chacha-ji: Yes Beti… I want this attitude of yours! You must be determined to grab the role whatever be the situation!
Me: Ji Chacha-ji! I am already mentally prepared for that! I have to do this for my sons!
Chacha-ji: Right! And once you pass the audition and get the role… you will have good money at your disposal... I tell you! You will not have to think for my rent, Ram’s college fees, and Harpal’s baby food for at least a year!
Me: Itna paisa dega Chacha-ji? I asked hesitatingly.
Chahca-ji: Arre I told you naa… Raman is looking for a female lead in the video. And they pay good amounts to their hero and heroine.
