Affairs to Remember Pt. 04

My mental faculties were completely foggy, and I couldn't resist the wild frenzy of emotions coursing through me. As she continued to assert her dominance, a surge of exhilaration and liberation washed over my body. I pushed my tongue into that utterly disgusting hole of hers and let Kishore bhai's semen dribble into my mouth. Lalita moaned loudly as I eagerly lapped up the remains of their illicit mating. The taste of their ecstasy mingled with the shame and excitement that coursed through me. I had never imagined myself capable of such debauchery, but in that moment, I felt truly alive. It was a dark, twisted pleasure that I couldn't deny, and I eagerly embraced it, willingly surrendering to my deepest desires.

Lalita slowly rocked her hips back and forth, plastering her pussy right on top of my mouth. Occasionally, he pussy even rubbed against my nose, making me inhale the strong stench of her foul pussy. The taste of her arousal, mingled with the musky scent, intoxicated me further, fueling my lust for her. As Lalita's movements became more fervent, I reveled in the power of my own submission, finding pleasure in her dominance. Lalita's strong muscles had a strong grip on me, and she was practically grinding her pussy on my face with utter disregard for my comfort or ability to breathe. The boundaries of pleasure and pain blurred as I eagerly embraced the desires that consumed me. Fortunately, Lalita didn't take long, and after about five minutes, she achieved her climax and let me go.

She lay next to me, helped me wipe my face with her kerchief, and held me. She seemed to be worried that perhaps, in the heat of the moment, she ignored my pleas, but I was consumed with lust and latched onto her lips and kissed her. She immediately scooted next to me and pushed her finger into my sloppy, wet pussy. Finding that I was completely lubricated, she started furiously stroking me. I had to stop her and plead, "धीरे से। एकदम आहिस्ता..." "Slowly... Very slowly..."

"हर औरत को तीव्रता नहीं पसंद हैं। कुछ को कोमलता अच्छी लगती हैं," I moaned. "Not every woman desires intense and passionate sex. Some enjoy tender lovemaking."

At that moment, I was neither experienced nor mature enough to grasp what I truly desired.

"किशोर भाई जैसे मर्दो को इन शब्दों का अर्थ भी नहीं पता होगा," she softly whispered, slowly working her charm. "Men like Kishore bhai won't even understand the meaning of such words."

Her fingers reached the dark recesses of my pussy and perhaps even touched my cervix. It felt weird at first, but then, as her finger gently massaged the innermost walls of my being, a wave of pleasure surged through me. My body responded instinctively, quivering with delight. She then moved her attention to some other point, which I later came to learn was called the G-spot. Her fingers delicately massaged the most sensitive part of my body, and I was shivering with lust and anticipation.

"पर तुम चिंता मत करो," she whispered. "कोमलता की अपेक्षा तुम संजय से जरूर रख सक्ति हो।" "But you don't worry. You can definitely expect a lot of tender lovemaking from Sanjay."

Lalita knew what she was exactly doing as waves of pleasure continued to wash over me. Each touch and each movement sent me deeper into a state of euphoria. Lalita's expertise and understanding of my desires were evident in the way she expertly maneuvered her fingers. Not having much experience, I just couldn't control myself and climaxed within a few minutes. My guttural moans, resonating inside her mouth as she sealed my lips with hers, must have surely let her know I had experienced an intense climax. Feeling completely satisfied, I let out a contented sigh as Lalita gently removed her fingers from my pussy. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.

"तुम्हने अभी तक किसी लड़की के साथ भी नहीं किया?" she mumbled. "You haven't done it with even a woman until now, right?"

"नहीं," I smiled, once again embarrassed by my inexperience. "No."

Both of us were exhausted from our marathons and dozed off to sleep immediately. It was already 4:00 a.m. And some folks started waking up and getting ready for the next day of festivities. Both Lalita and I were blissfully unaware and snored for the next few hours. We were knocked out of our stupor by Lalita's family at about 8:00 and were made to rush to the bathroom and get ready. We were the last, so it worked out much better as the bathrooms were empty.

Lalita and I exchanged familiar smiles and glances as we both got ready for the occasion. Things were hectic and Lalita was not to be found most of the day. It was only late in the afternoon when she caught up with me. It had given plenty of time for me to ponder over my situation.

Despite my career-minded, goal-oriented personality, I had succumbed to the sexual advances of a lecherous, disgusting, dark, and ugly middle-aged man. I didn't head out to seduce him, and neither did he force me. Sure, he cornered me and used his intimidating gaze to make me feel powerless, but ultimately I had made the choice to go along with it. Similarly, the previous night, although Lalita forced and overpowered me, I lost the fight only with my own perverse desires. I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of shame and disgust. How had I allowed myself to be trapped in these situations? I had always prided myself on my strength and independence, but now I felt like a mere puppet, manipulated by others and even my own desires. The guilt of betraying my true love, Sanjay, continued to weigh on my conscience.

It was puzzling at first, but it dawned on me that I was submissive. Despite the facade of a career-oriented, independent woman that I wore to fool the world, I realized I craved the control and dominance that came with submission, allowing others to take charge of certain aspects of my life. It was a paradoxical conflict within myself, as I simultaneously yearned for freedom and yet sought the comfort of surrender. The shame I felt stemmed from the fear that others would perceive my submissive tendencies as weakness, a flaw in my otherwise strong personality. But as I delved deeper into my desires, I saw that embracing submission was not a betrayal of my true self but a fulfillment of a hidden aspect of my identity.

It was the very essence of the bond that I formed with Kishore bhai. In his dominant nature, Kishore bhai seamlessly complimented my submissive inclinations, creating a harmonious connection that was beyond words. Just like an alpha stallion, he pursued a virginal mare with utter disregard for the presence of her betrothed partner, unceremoniously mounted her, and permanently usurped her partner's position in her psyche. In my imagination, all I could do was just stand there as he bred me, while Sanjay and his mother could only look as their prized possession was used to further Kishore bhai's genes.

As despicable as it sounds, I truly believed that it was natural. If it wasn't, Kishore bhai would never have been able to court me in solitude. Sanjay would never have regaled stories of Kishore bhai's conquests, the potency of his virile semen, and perhaps his oversized equipment that never failed to please any woman. Sanjay's mother would have never overlooked her neighbor's apparent interest in her prospective daughter-in-law. It was a twisted sense of honor that I carried, believing that by giving myself to Kishore bhai, I was fulfilling some ancient duty to their bloodline. I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of pride and shame, knowing that I was part of a secret arrangement that had been passed down through generations.

Despite all the guilt and shame that I continued to harbor, which still occasionally plagues me, I was steadfast in my decision to become Kishore bhai's mistress. Sanjay's mother, Mamta, and Lalita pointed me in that direction, as if it were my destiny. Their encouragement only fueled my twisted sense of duty, making me believe that this was the path I was meant to take. The only looming danger was whether Sanjay would accept such a relationship.

Having cordoned off the part of the patio common to their flats from the prying eyes of other neighbors had certainly averted the risk of accidental exposure, but could Sanjay live with a woman who was Kishore bhai's mistress? Alpha males seek no one's permission and simply take what is theirs. Would Sanjay, in all honesty, wait for his turn? Was he capable of enduring the intense moans and grunts of pleasure as his repulsive neighbor ruthlessly invades his wife's vagina? Would he be okay with his wife bonding with the only alpha male living under the roof and spending the nights with him? And yes, would he be okay with Kishore bhai fathering his children?

These were complex questions that were way beyond someone's imagination of those times. Yet it was starkly visible to me that there just couldn't have been any other way for us to live together under that roof. Sanjay has hinted in several stories about such things, and that's primarily because I explored these subjects with him at length during our relationship. Men often think that they are the masterminds of their lives and even attribute such perverse thoughts to their own creativity. The truth was very far from it. I saw it clearly and understood that half measures simply wouldn't do, and it had to be a complete and absolute surrender. And this was too much to ask from a self-made, highly educated, sensible, considerate man like Sanjay.

As these thoughts swirled, they created a potent mixture of confusion and lust in my mind, ultimately clouding my judgment. Just as Kishore bhai had alluded to, some things could only be understood by experiencing them firsthand. I had witnessed a few long-term extramarital relationships, but none had prepared me for the intensity and complexity of my relationship with Sanjay and affair with Kishore bhai. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, constantly teetering between guilt and desire. The more I tried to resist, the stronger the pull became, until eventually I found myself unable to resist the temptation any longer. Proverbially speaking, the dice had been rolled, or the shots had already been called the moment I stepped into that house.

Sanjay and I spent some time together that evening, and as our eyes met, I knew he was the one I had been waiting for. Despite all the contrary signals, I decided to pummel through and give our relationship a chance. Sanjay, however, had trouble bridging the physical gap between us and refused to get physical with me. I was simmering in an intense heat of lust and desire, craving touch and closeness, but he steadfastly continued to toe the line and observe the decorum of our relationship.

That night once again, Lalita and I slept together with a clear understanding that she would head out to her secret rendezvous with Kishore bhai. It was midnight by the time we hit bed, and I was already lubricating in anticipation. No sooner did we lay down on the bed, she took me in her embrace and latched onto my lips. It was an intense and long kiss that lasted for a couple of minutes. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, "मुझे लगा ही था तुझे लडकीयोमे भी दिलचस्पी होगी।" "I knew you would be interested in women as well."

"कैसे?" "How?"

"पता चल जाता हैं। जैसे तुम मुझे देखती हो," she said. "मगर तुम मर्द को ही पसंद करो गी। मतलब लड़कियों के साथ टाइमपास तक ही ठीक हैं तुम्हारे लिए।" "I can make out the way you look at me. But I think you primarily would choose men as your partner; women are okay as fleeting affairs."

"तुम्हारा भी ऐसा ही हैं ना?" I asked. "Is it the same for you?"

"तुम बिलकुल मेरी जैसी हो," she smiled. "You are just like me."

"तुम मेरे बारे में किसी से नहीं कहो गी ना? मतलब हमारी बातें किसी और से नहीं कहो गी ना।" I asked. "You won't say this to anything, right? I mean you won't talk about we discussed, right?"

"मेरी जान मैं ऐसी बातें तो ममता से भी नहीं करती," she assured me. "My dear, I don't even talk about such things with Mamta."

"मतलब किशोर भाई से भी नहीं?" I asked. "Not even Kishore bhai?"

"किशोर भाई? वो सांड? उसे चोदने के अलावा कुछ आता भी हैं? मैं क्यों उससे बात करूंगी," she retorted. "Who Kishore bhai? That sex crazed bull? All he knows is fucking. Why would I talk to him?"

"हम लोगो ने उनके बारे में भी बात किया ना इसीलिये पूछ रही थी," I explained. "We were talking about him, so thought of clarifying."

"आज भी जाओ गी उससे मिलने?" I asked. "Are you planning to meet him again tonight?"

"हाँ जाना पड़ेगा," she exhaled. "क्या करे वक्त भी कम हैं वरना मैं तो यही सो जाती।" "Yes I would have to. There isn't much time, otherwise I would slept right here."

Things were quiet for a moment as she comfortably laid down on her back. The quietness of our surroundings started to settle and turned on my side and nuzzled asked her, "वो जो तुम किशोर भाई के बारे बात कर रही थी?" "That thing you were saying about Kishore bhai?"

"क्या?" "What?"

I stayed quiet, and she asked, "अरे क्या?" "Tell me what?"

"वही सुहाग रात वाली बात," I said. "That thing about Kishore bhai consummating my marriage."

She giggled, and not having the energy to turn on her side to face me, she just looked at me crossly and asked, "क्यों क्या बात हैं? कितनी बार वो सोच कर बाथरूम गई थी?" "Why what happened? How many times did you shag over it?"

"छी!" I admonished her. "तुम्हें ऐसा क्यों लगता हैं? ये पुच रही थी मैं?" "Disgusting. I wanted to ask you, why do you think that way?"

"किशोर भाई जैसे मर्द पैदाइशी चमड़ी होते हैं। उन्हें औरतों की जगह तीन अच्छे अच्छे प्यारे प्यारे छेद नज़र आते हैं," she giggled. "Men like Kishore bhai are born lechers. Such mean can only see big, lovely three holes instead of a woman."

"तुम इतनी ख़ूबसूरत और जवान हो। और उस घर में रहने जा रही हो जहाँ किशोर भाई का रोज़ आना जाना हैं," she said. "You are so beautiful and full of youth and stepping into that house where Kishore bhai visits daily.

"ये तो स्वाभाविक ही हैं ना?" "This is natural. Isn't it?"

"मगर संजय के होते हुए ऐसा कैसे हो सकता हैं?" "But how can it happen with Sanjay around?"

"क्यों संजय के क्या सींग हैं?" she countered. "किशोर भाई जैसे मर्द सिर्फ औरतों पे चढना जानते हैं और वो किसी ना किसी तरह ये कर ही डालते हैं। संजय और तुम्हारी सास घर में रेह कर भी सब अनदेखा कर देंगे।" "Why does Sanjay have any anything special? Men like Kishore bhai only know about mounting women and they somehow find a way. Sanjay and his mother will just turn a blind eye to his antics."

"मतलब?" "What do you mean?"

"कितनी भोली हैं तू मेरी जान। तुझे क्या लग रहा हैं के चाली के और किसी औरत पे वो नहीं चढा होगा? और तुझे क्या लगता हैं उन औरतों के पति को नहीं पता होगा?" she said. "You are so naïve Mayuri. Do you think he hasn't mounted other women from the chawl and do you think there husband's don't know?"

"कभी कभी चीजें आपे से कुछ इस कदर बाहर हो जाती हैं के उनके बारे में सोचना ही व्यर्थ होता हैं। जो हो रहा हैं होने दो ऐसा कह कर सब शांत हो जाते हैं। समझी?" "Sometimes things get so out of hand that it's pointless to think about them. Let things happen as they were meant to happen they say and let it go. Understood?"

She headed out soon after, and this time she didn't spend as much time preparing herself for the rendezvous. Without asking for it, I did what came naturally to me as the baby cried this time and comforted the baby. The same feelings surged through me, and I realized it indeed was a very pleasant experience--in fact, even erotic. More than the physical pleasure, it was the psychological conditioning of breastfeeding Kishore bhai's child. In a subtle way, it was ushering me in that direction, although at that moment it didn't seem like I needed any further encouragement. Unlike the previous time, I dozed off basking in those pleasurable sensations as my moist pussy slowly lubricated itself. As I drifted to sleep, a part of me couldn't help but ponder if there was something awry with these pleasurable sensations I was experiencing. After all, breastfeeding was supposed to be a nurturing act, a way to provide nourishment and comfort for an infant. Yet, these feelings felt more intimate and sensual than I had expected. But as tiredness consumed me, I pushed any doubts aside, telling myself that it was just a natural response to the act of caring for a child.

Lalita promptly returned in about an hour's time and once again woke me up by nuzzling. The intense stench of his semen hit me immediately, and with no warning, she kissed me and pushed her tongue into my mouth. The wetness of the kiss made me recoil in shock and disgust at first, but then I found myself strangely aroused by the forbidden act. After some intense kissing, she calmly got up and squatted on my face once again. This time I only complained because it was risky, but I could not deny the exhilarating thrill it brought me. It was a slow and intense experience licking Lalita, and this time it was even more fresh, with loads of it. Lalita continued to squeeze her pelvic muscles, and more and more of it descended into my mouth. Lalita slowly continued the back-and-forth motion and eventually started grinding her pussy on my face. Unlike the last time, I homed on the clitoris, the same spot Lalita played with the previous night. Lalita soon started shuddering with her climax, and after letting out a loud moan, she collapsed next to me. I wiped my face with a kerchief and waited for her, but she was dog tired. Sleepless nights, loads of work, taking care of a child, and then satisfying a bull--all of it was a tall order for the poor soul. I didn't bug her but simply turned to her and asked, "कैसा था?" "How was it?"

"बहुत रगड़ रगड़ के चोदा यार," she exclaimed. "साला हरामी इतना भारी हैं की 10 मिनट भी चढ़ जाए तो भी लगता हैं जैसे आधे घंटे से चोद रहा हैं।" "He brutally fucked me Mayuri. That bastard weighs so much that even his ten minutes on top make me feel as if it was half-hour."

"Hmmm..." I muttered. "इसे अच्छा समझे या बुरा समझे?" "Should I take it as good or bad?"

She giggled and turned to face me and whispered, "तू ही बता। तेरी चूत में छोटा इलायची केला अच्छा लगेगा या बड़ा वाला केला?" "You tell me? Would you love a dwarf banana or a big banana in your pussy?"

I blushed and replied, "बड़ा वाला केला।" "The big one."

"अब सोच वही बड़ा वाला केला तुझे एक हड्डी पसली वाला दे रहा हो या फिर एक सूमो पहलवान टाइप का आदमी दे रहा हो तो तू किस का लेगी?" "Now imagine taking that big one from a frail man or a sumo wrestler? Who would you prefer it from?"

"Hmm..." I wondered. It wasn't an easy answer, as an athletic man should give a lot more pleasure.

"अरे ढक्कन," she quipped. "इतना क्यों सोच रही हैं। सुमो पहलवान ही चुने गी ना? साले एक तो बहुत ताक़तवर होते हैं और दूसरे उनका इतना जबर्दस्त दम होता हैं।" "You dumbwit. What's making you think so much? You will chose sumo wrestler right? They are very strong and have quite some stamina."

I nervously chuckled. "इसका मतलब तुझे बहुत मजा आया।" "That means you enjoyed it immensely."

"हां यार। लेकिन जल्दी ही मिस करूंगी उसे," she breathed. "मेरे पति का तो उसका आधा भी नहीं यार।" "Very much but soon I will be missing all of this. My husband's penis half the size of Kishore bhai's. Sigh!"

I could not control it, only giggling.

"तू क्या इतना दात दिखा रही हो? तेरे होने वाले पति का भी कुछ ज्यादा बड़ा नहीं होगा।" "What are you rejoicing in so much? I am sure even Sanjay's wouldn't differ from that of my husband."

She then scooted closer and pushed her hand into my pants, and once again, she was surprised to find my slippery lips.

"तुम क्या हमेशा ही नम रहती हो?" she muttered. "Are you constantly wet?"

"किशोर भाई तो तेरे बड़े मजे लेने वाले हैं," she added, pushing her finger into me and starting slowly to move it in and out. "Kishore bhai will surely relish your beauty!"

It was my turn to roll simply on my back as Lalita started pleasuring me. As the pleasure intensified, I couldn't help but moan softly, my body responding to Lalita's skilled fingers. She took her finger out, pushed it into my mouth, and made me suck my own juices. After a few moments, she leaned in and whispered, "तुझे मेरी चूत पसंद हैं या फिर अपनी?" "Do you prefer the taste of my pussy or your own?"