Affairs to Remember Pt. 04

"ठीक हैं सोचेंगे," I said. "Let's see."

"पर संजय का क्या?" bringing her back to the principal topic out of desperation. "What about Sanjay?"

"जिसका काम उसी को साजे और करे तो बुद्धु बाजे," she whispered as she greeted the visitors on the terrace. "Every man to his trade."

After some pleasantries, they went to another corner of the terrace, so she blurted. "किशोर भाई का फ़र्ज हैं तुम पर चढ़ना तो उसे वो करने दो और संजय का फ़र्ज हैं चूसना तो उसे चूसने दो। और तुम्हारा काम हैं जो हो रहा हैं उसे होने दो।" "Kishore bhai's duty is to mount you, Sanjay's duty is to lick you, and yours is to let it all happen naturally."

"मगर ममता ये सब अजीब लग रहा हैं और मुझे अभी भी यकीन नहीं हैं के संजय सच में ये सब चाहता हैं," I said. "Mamta, it all seems rather odd. I still can't believe that Sanjay truly desires this."

"क्या फर्क पड़ता हैं?" she retorted. "मुझे तो पूरा यकीन हैं कि संजय चाहे ना चाहे, सुहागरात तो तुम किशोर भाई के साथ ही मना रही हो।" "What difference does it make? I am sure whether Sanjay likes it or not, it's Kishore bhai who will consummate your marriage."

I couldn't believe what Mamta had just said; even though I perhaps fingered myself several times imagining but I didn't think she would say it that easily. I covered her mouth and gestured towards some neighbors from the chawl who were gathered on the rooftop, oblivious to our conversation. I prayed they hadn't heard her remark.

"तुम्हें क्या लगता हैं रोज़ रात को तुम्हारी आवाज़ सुनकर उन्हें पता नहीं चले गा?" She added, teasing me further. "What do you think? They won't come to know of it when they hear your moans?"

She then quieted, realizing that I was a little frustrated with her elusive behavior, and said, "तुम्हें सिर्फ किशोर भाई के साथ सात ज्यादा वक्त बिताना हैं और उसके साथ रोमांस करना हैं। सब अपने आप ही क्लियर हो जाएगा." "All you have to do is spend more time with Kishore bhai and romance him. It would all become clear."

"देख संजय तो किशोर भाई का लंड कभी नहीं चूसेगा लेकिन तेरी चूत से उसका पानी जरूर चूसेगा," she whispered into my ear and added, "और मुझे पूरा यकीन हैं कि तुम एक दिन किशोर भाई से चुदवाकर सीधे संजय के मुँह पर बैठोगी और उसे किशोर भाई का पानी पिलाओगी।" "Look, Sanjay won't ever suck on Kishore bhai's dick, but he will surely suck out his thick semen from your cunt. And I am very convinced that one day, after getting thoroughly fucked by Kishore bhai, you would return to him and, squatting over Sanjay's face, feed him Kishore bhai's semen."

A lot more people showed up on the terrace, so Mamta suggested we head downstairs to her room. There was a lot of hustle and bustle as Mamta was getting married in a couple of weeks. After the introductions, I saw Lalita's sparkle and felt that perhaps she had sensed what Mamta and I discussed. It seemed like they had shared mental notes solely through eye contact. Mamta's elder sister truly embodied beauty, just like Mamta, but perhaps in a more delicate manner. Lalita was truly hot and looked like the actual slut in their family, both in terms of looks and behavior.

Lalita once again whispered to me in her usual manner, "तू तो सच में एक दम रापचिक माल हैं. संजय कमीने की तो लौटरी निकल पड़ी।" "You are incredibly hot. That bastard Sanjay is surely very lucky."

I nervously smiled and realized that she was weird but quite attractive because of her uniqueness.

"तुम भी बहुत ख़ूबसूरत हो," I said to her. "You, too, are beautiful."

"वो तो हूं," she said and then whispered, "मगर तुम्हारे पास सूरत के साथ सीरत भी हैं।" "Sure, I am, but you have both beauty and the character to go along with."

Mamta came by and whispered something into her ears. Lalita grinned as she stepped closer to me and excitedly whispered, "रोक्को को तू पसंद आ गई?" "So Rocco approves of you as well?"

Mamta stepped closer and added, "मयूरी को यकीन नहीं हो रहा हैं के रोक्को औरतों पे भी चढ़ सकता हैं?" "Mayuri doesn't believe that Rocco can mount women?"

Lalita giggled and said, "यकीन नहीं हो रहा हैं, या फिर यकीन नहीं करना चाहती?" "She doesn't believe or doesn't want to believe?"

I nervously chuckled, and then she excitedly added, "रोक्को को एक औरत और कुतिया में चुनने को कहा तो वो औरत को ही चुनेंगा। हम लोगो ने उसे इतनी ट्रेनिंग तो दे दी हैं।" "Given a choice between a woman and a bitch, we are sure Rocco would choose a woman; at least we have given him that much training!"

I joined in the laughter, trying to hide my discomfort. Mamata and Lalita seemed to find amusement in their conversation, but I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I wondered how this kind of mindset was normal for them. Despite my reservations, I suppressed my doubts and went along with their relaxed attitude.

Even though I had seen something, I wasn't entirely sure if such things happened, and if so, as normally as they spoke about it. Over the years, I understood I was rather naïve in thinking that such copulations were abnormal or never happened at all. In fact, going by statistics, it wasn't uncommon, as most people believed, and in India, most pet dogs are not neutered and were definitely not neutered in those times. So, the propensity for such things to happen was naturally much greater than it is today. However, there wasn't a significant amount of privacy during those days, especially for individuals living in urban areas, so it may not have been as prevalent as it could have been. Nevertheless, stray dogs would freely mate on the streets or in public spaces. Some definitely found it amusing and engaged in discussions or gossip about them. So, it wasn't entirely unheard of, but at that moment, I didn't see it quite that way.

I spent some time chatting with their eldest sister for a few minutes and realized how gorgeous she was. She had the same mannerisms as Mamta but seemed far more mature and soft-spoken. She was the epitome of a perfect daughter-in-law in how she dressed, how she spoke, and how she carried herself. Sanjay's mother's words weighed on my mind, finding that she recently got pregnant with her third child.

Mamta came by and said, "चल नीचे चलता हैं।" "Let's head downstairs."

Chapter 12: Lessons from Lalita and Mayuri's introspection

They had another room in the opposite building that was scarcely used. Because her house was filled with people busy with many preparation activities, they ended up spending more time in this room. Lalita joined us without her little one. Our normal banter continued, and I started liking Lalita, let go of my prejudices, and, with an open mind, tried to befriend her. Mamta had to run a few errands, so it was only Lalita and me for some time, and the same topics and themes continued. She didn't go to such great lengths and didn't even talk about Sanjay's sexual tendencies, but she confirmed Mamta had a very brief, fleeting affair with him, and if she had been younger, perhaps she would have married him. Mamta mentioned Sanjay had gotten his share of sex, or perhaps was getting his share, which made me wonder if her affair with him was still continuing.

Lalita unabashedly told me about the kissing episode and how she manhandled and passionately kissed Sanjay. She claimed she did it out of her envy for her younger sister and that this sibling rivalry between the two sisters has continued to prosper until recently. The guilt I felt for cheating on Sanjay dissipated after I learned some things about his affair with Mamta. Given how quickly things escalated between me and her, I was pretty sure that something intense must have happened.

It was also the time when I was going through emotional turmoil, coming to terms with my debauchery, and perhaps logically thinking through how to move forward in this phase of my relationship with both Sanjay and Kishore bhai. Mamta had given me an excellent introduction of what to expect, but it was Lalita who pushed the right buttons. Despite Lalita's haughty mannerisms, I connected with her, and she invited me to Mamta's marriage, insisting that I take part in all the festivities.

Sanjay, too, was quite involved in the festivities, but he didn't have the same freedom that I had because he wasn't a woman. The wedding was in our hometown, but some of the early ceremonies were in a different town in Mumbai. Sanjay had to travel back and forth between the two cities while I gotta stay in one place with the women. I was constantly with Lalita during those early ceremonies, helping her with all the preparations and ensuring everything went smoothly. It was mostly the errands and helping with her 5-month-old baby that kept me busy.

Everything seemed fine, but sleeping at night posed a challenge as the baby would frequently wake up crying and also because we slept in a common room. The initial night proved to be quite unsettling for me, but I endured it. I remember having these fantasies about getting bred by Kishore bhai but soon learned that raising babies was not my cup of tea, even if making babies with Kishore bhai seemed tempting in my daydreams. As the days went by, I realized the immense responsibility that came with taking care of a baby. It took every ounce of patience, love, and energy to make sure the little one was well-fed, changed, and comforted throughout the day and night. While it was a beautiful experience to take care of the baby and share in the joy of a growing family, I knew deep down that my aspirations lay elsewhere.

Lalita taught me everything that I needed to know about caring for a child in those few days. As usual, a couple of boys tried to woo me throughout the marriage, and only after I told them I was already engaged did they stop. With my pale, fair complexion, I fit in right away, and only when I told them I wasn't a Gujarati were they surprised and stopped pursuing me.

Two nights before the wedding, things took an interesting turn. Lalita asked me a favor, saying that in the middle of the night she would be away for an hour, and she wanted me to take care of her baby. I had doubts, so I asked, "क्यों? इतनी रात तूम कहा जाओ गी?" "Why? Where are you heading so late in the night?"

"अरे समझो ना मेरी जान।" she pleaded. "सब कुछ तुम्हें बताना पड़ेगा?" "Try to understand my dear; not everything has to be spelled out."

"साफ साफ बोलो बात क्या हैं?" "Tell me clearly, what is the matter?"

"मेरे पति चाहते हैं के हम जल्द ही दूसरा बच्चा करे," she said hesitantly. "और अभी सही वक्त हैं।" "My husband thinks we should try for another child and I am in my fertile period now."

"तुम पागल हो गई हो?" I retorted. "Are you crazy?"

"तुम्हारा बच्चा केवल पांच महीने का हैं। अभी तो तुम्हारे पीरियड्स भी शुरू नहीं हुए होंगे," I said firmly. "Your baby is hardly 5 months old. Even your periods wouldn't have started until now."

"मेरी जान मैं एक गाय हूं गाय," she said. "जिसे बार बार प्रेग्नेंट किया जाता हैं। मेरी आधी जिंदगी तो चोदने और प्रेग्नेंसीज में ही निकल जाएगी।" "My dear, I am a cow. A cow can be impregnated again and again; half of my life would go in fucking and pregnancies!"

"क्या?" I laughed in disbelief. "What?"

"जब मैं 12 साल की थी ना तब से मुझ पर लोग चढ़ने की कोशिश कर रहे हैं। और पिछले छः सालो से एक औरत की तरह जी रही हूं। मतलब हफ्ते में कम से कम एक या दो बार तो सेक्स होता हैं।" "Ever since I was 12 years of age, people have been trying to mount me. And for the past 6 years I have been living the life of a married woman: having sex about 1 or 2 times every week."

"हान पर तुम्हें तभी बच्चे नहीं हुये पर अब होंगे और तुम्हें उन्हें पालना पड़ेगा," I replied. "You didn't have babies then but now you shall and you will have to nurture and take care of them."

"तुम नहीं समझोगी। मर्दो की यही तो पसंद हैं। वैसे भी उनके लिए एक औरत सिर्फ सेक्स के लिए होती हैं।," she said. "You won't understand. That's what men like; for them a woman is only meant for sex and breeding."

After dinner, we slept together, and Lalita regaled me with stories of her debauchery. She lost her virginity to a young servant man from her shop who had a way with words and a touch that left her craving for more. The novelty soon faded away, and she searched for a better mate and found it in a distant cousin. She had about a half-dozen partners over the last several years with whom she regularly had intercourse. She was sexually active earlier too, but then it was intense--heavy petting and fondling of genital organs--and later on it evolved into giving blowjobs to them. She described it as the most intense phase of her life, as she explored her sexuality and experienced new levels of pleasure.

The boys and young men that she experimented with literally wanted to hump her mouth and receive oral pleasure from her. Her face would be red, and she would end up throwing up in a state of overwhelming discomfort, but slowly she got used to it. She learned to reserve such extreme sessions only when she had ample time to recover after them, ensuring that no one would notice her red face. The satisfaction they were getting by fucking her mouth was so intense that they never felt the need to actually penetrate her. It was the servant man who suggested that they try a different position, one that would allow for deeper penetration.

He made her lay on the bed with her head dangling off the edge and her mouth still accessible. The sheer ecstasy he felt as he pummeled her face that night was unforgettable. Lalita choked several times during that night, struggling to catch her breath, but he was relentless and kept on pushing her limits. The power dynamics in the room were unmistakable, as Lalita's vulnerability and helplessness fueled his sadistic desires. Despite her discomfort and distress, the servant man reveled in his ability to exert control over her, pushing her boundaries without mercy. Lalita's gasps and choked cries were drowned out by her lustful pleasure, as he filled her throat with his semen. It got forever etched into her etching that night into her memories as a twisted triumph of dominance.

Having gained the upper hand, the servant man relished in his newfound power and continued to exploit Lalita's vulnerability for his own sadistic pleasure. He demanded that she allow anal penetration, insisting that there was no risk of getting pregnant or contracting any sexually transmitted infections, as he would use a condom. She knew better, but the power dynamics had shifted, and now she was merely a toy in capable hands. The pain was intense but lasted only for a few minutes until she surrendered to that feeling of submission and allowed herself to be consumed by the pleasure that followed. The servant was besotted and fucked her for an eternity, savoring every moment of their forbidden encounter. Only the next day did she realize how bruised she was and how painful it was for her to even walk a short distance. Soon he was regularly fucking her ass, and she loved every moment of it.

It was only when he wanted to truly possess her by impregnating her did she realize she had been deceived and manipulated all along. He took her virginity eventually, and she ended up getting pregnant despite always using protection. It caused a furor in their house, and the servant was beaten to pulp and thrown out of the town. He never returned; maybe he moved to a different town with a different target.

I was shaken up hearing the tale but learned Lalita had no remorse and thoroughly enjoyed her debauched life until then. It all became complicated after that, though, since she remained under strict surveillance all the time. No outside boys or men were allowed to meet her, and for those who dared to try, severe consequences awaited. This is when her affair with Kishore bhai started, and for some strange reason, her elder cousin turned a blind eye to the whole situation.

It was late in the night, and it was time for her to go meet her husband. I smiled as she freshened up for the rendezvous. She had already brushed her teeth before hitting bed, but just before heading out, she gargled once more, washed her face with moisturizing soap, and stepped out. Until I had the urge to look good for Kishore bhai, I never bothered about my breath or looks. So, I was surprised that she was doing all of it for her husband. I wondered if he meticulously prepared himself for the rendezvous. Knowing men, I highly suspect that.

"तुम सच में बहुत ही ख़ूबसूरत हो," I said as she stepped out of the washroom. "You are exceptionally beautiful."

It was a semi-public washroom in a hall, and people were sleeping in the hall. It was about 2:00 a.m., so I didn't think anyone would be awake. But I was perhaps too loud, so she shushed me and drew me close in her embrace. Lalita was a couple of inches taller than me and had a big-boned body. Mamta and her eldest sister were quite similar, with rather delicate and very feminine bodies. Lalita had rather large breasts, pouty lips, and exquisite eyes. It was easy to lust for her, and I could easily understand Sanjay's physical attraction for her.

"पर तुमसे ज़्यादा नहीं," she said as she brought her lips closer to mine. "Not more than you though."

My heart raced as Lalita's lips drew nearer to mine. That dimly lit room was filled with a mix of anticipation and desire, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of electricity between us. Her confession only fueled the desire that had been building between us for the past several days. Her words, "पर तुमसे ज़्यादा नहीं," echoed in my mind, and I couldn't deny the intensity of the moment. "Not more than you."

The air was thick with the scent of her perfume, and I could feel the warmth of her body against mine.

As our lips finally met, time seemed to stand still. The softness of her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I melted into the kiss, losing myself in the intoxicating taste of her. Her soft, luscious lips and the way she used them left an indelible impression that she was a connoisseur. It was just the right amount of tongue and saliva that she used; it made me feel like an amateur as she adroitly kissed me.

She squeezed my breast and whispered, "तुम्हारे ममे बड़े प्यारे हैं।" "Your boobs are lovely."

I couldn't help but blush at her unexpected compliment, feeling a surge of desire course through my veins. Her touch grew bolder, exploring the curves of my body with a confident yet gentle hand. Each caress ignited a fire within me, fueling the intensity of our embrace.

"क्या तुम मेरे बच्चे को दूध पिलाओगी?" she whispered. "Would you feed my baby?"

It broke my reverie, and I suddenly snapped out of it. She laughed, realizing that I was expecting the next step, but clearly she was short on time and her husband was waiting for her.

I nervously giggled and said, "बोतल हैं ना। तुम चिंता मत करो।" "You have the bottle, right? Don't worry."

We stepped carefully out of that bathroom and tiptoed our way back. Many people were sleeping and snoring their way away. Fortunately, it was a large hall and dimly lit, due to which no one noticed us. Reaching our mattresses, she picked up the bottle from her bag and handed it to me.

"अरे वो," she said at the last minute as she was about to step out of the room. "वो बोतल का दूध ठंडा हो गया शायद, तो वो नहीं पियेगा।" "Oh I almost forgot. The bottle of milk must have become cold, so he may not drink from it."

"फिर?" I was confused. "What then?"

"तुम्हे उसके मुँह में अपना निप्पल देना होगा थोड़ी देर के लिए फिर दूध पिला देना। वो शांत हो जाएगा।" "You would have to breastfeed to comfort him."

My mind raced with confusion and disbelief as I processed her unexpected words. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined such a bizarre request. With a mix of shock and concern, I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. A profound sense of discomfort settled in as I grappled with the implications of what she had just asked of me.

"ललिता, ये, तुम क्या बोल रही हो?" I stammered, trying to find the right words to express my disbelief and confusion. "मैं कैसे दूध पिला सक्ति हूं?" "Lalita, what are you saying? How can I breastfeed him?"