Affairs to Remember Pt. 04

"Hmm..."

"पर अगर संजय को ये सब नहीं पसंद हो तो हमारे रिश्ते में तो दरार आ जाएगी ना?" I asked. "But if Sanjay doesn't like all, then this would surely ruin our relationship."

"अगर उसे ये सब नहीं पसंद तो उसे तुम्हें किशोर भाई से बचा के रखना होगा। और ये उसका काम हैं तुम्हारा नहीं," she said. "If he doesn't like it, then you should be shielding you from Kishore bhai. It's his duty not yours."

It made sense to me, nevertheless, guilt and confusion lingered in my mind.

The wedding festivities had been filled with joy and celebration, but as I lay in bed that night, a sense of guilt and confusion washed over me. I couldn't help but wonder if I had made the right decision by keeping Sanjay in the dark about Kishore bhai's involvement. Was I being dishonest, or was I simply protecting our relationship? These questions plagued me as I prepared for the day ahead, trying to push aside any doubts. Deep down, however, a part of me couldn't help but sense I had crossed a line, stepping into risky territory that posed a threat to the very core of our relationship. Despite these thoughts, I eventually drifted off to sleep, hoping that the morning would bring clarity to my troubled mind.

I took a few days off from college as I was tired and also needed some mental space to process things. Despite my strong desire to pursue this lifestyle, I still felt guilty about doing it all behind his back. A few days later, as usual, I went to see Sanjay, but he had gone to drop Mamta. Apparently, there was some ceremony in the western suburb of Mumbai before they headed to Gujrat. Kishore bhai was out too with some sort of work, so I headed to Mamta's place and ran into Lalita. She was happy to see me and said, "अच्छा हुआ तू आ गई। कुछ बातें करनी थी।" "Good that you came. I needed to talk to you about a few things."

"और भी बातें करनी हैं?" I smiled, remembering our old conversations and the incredible few days and two nights we shared. "There is more to talk about?"

"हाँ पर ज्यादा वक्त नहीं हैं," she said. "चल नीचे चलते हैं।" "Yes but we have little time. Let's head downstairs."

I too had little time and was only heading home, but I could spare some time, so I agreed to go downstairs with her.

On the way, I whispered, "तो हो गया तुम्हारा काम?" "So is your work done?"

"क्या काम?" "What work?"

"अरे वही जो गाय के साथ होता है ना?" I mumbled. "That which happens with cows?"

"हाँ हाँ," she smiled mischievously. "वो जो तेरे साथ जलद ही होने वाला हैं?" "Yes. Yes. The one that would shortly happen with you?"

"मुझे तो समझ ही नहीं आ रहा," she continued. "कैसे लेगी तू उसका इतना वजन?" "I don't get it. How will you take his weight?"

She brazenly pushed her hand to my crotch, measuring from my pussy, all the way to my navel, with a smirk on her face, and asked, "इतना बड़ा तू ले पाएगी?" "Would you be able to take that big?"

Lalita had suddenly flipped the conversation, and I was at a loss for words. I wasn't certain if I could resume where we left off simply. Still, I didn't want to be left behind, so I retorted, "जैस के उस सांड का मैं वजन ले सकती हूं?" "As if I can take his weight?"

Lalita smiled as we descended the steps and walked across the yard where children were playing. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow on everything around us. Across the building, we saw a Gujarati woman waving at her.

"चल मैं तुझे किसी से मिलाती हूं," she said, leading me towards them. "Let me introduce you to someone."

Lalita's flat was in the same building, but on the 2nd floor. She introduced me to the pregnant lady, who was perhaps in her mid-20s, and then from inside, a young woman, who almost seemed like a girl, joined her; she too was pregnant. The girl was apparently my age or around my age and had beautiful eyes, lusty lips, and unusually large breasts. Even the older woman had a milky white complexion, mirroring my own, and deep red lips like mine. The flat they were living in was unusually small, but it was tidy and cozy. It was a room of about 10 × 18 feet in size, with a single window that opened to the ground behind. The room had a bed on one side and a small kitchen platform right next to it, followed by the bathroom. The toilet was right opposite the bathroom, with the window just between the two. The room was simple yet functional.

Lalita introduced me as Sanjay's girlfriend, and I just corrected her that I was his friend. Of course, in those days, housewives, and perhaps everyone else, would interpret both of them the same way, but I felt that if I hadn't interjected, they would have assumed that I was indeed Sanjay's girlfriend. I didn't want to draw too much attention, so I invariably tried to keep such things under the covers. The younger woman was the niece of the older one, and she stayed with them in the same room. As the pleasantries were exchanged, I learned that the older woman was into the 8th month of her pregnancy and the younger one was into the 4th month of her pregnancy. Both the women looked happy and excited about becoming mothers, despite living in such a tight space. I even wondered how they would find private moments to even have sex with their husbands. Right then, a man in his mid-thirties, or perhaps a little older, arrived with a bag full of groceries. The older woman mentioned that it was her husband and that the younger woman was married to her husband's younger brother, who stayed away and visited only during the weekends. The man greeted everyone with a warm smile and began unpacking the groceries.

We soon left, and I learned from Lalita that the younger girl has lived in this neighborhood for several years, ever since her aunt got married. So, for the past 5 years, she has been living with them and has had to endure her aunt's moans at night. Lalita tried to pry details from the younger girl, but she remained tight-lipped, only sparingly sharing small bits of information. In the first couple of years, just like any couple, they were sex-crazed and fucked daily, and during the weekends, they would sometimes go at it multiple times a day. I could not resist pondering what kind of impact it might have on the young girl's psyche, considering she must be reaching maturity and hearing those passionate moans of her aunt. Wouldn't she be sexually attracted to her uncle, who later became her brother-in-law? Leaving in the same 180 square feet, wouldn't they be intimately aware of each other's scents, and wouldn't it be natural for them to get sexually involved even if a small opportunity presents itself? And wouldn't there be plenty of opportunities for them to act on their attraction, given their proximity and shared living space? It made me ponder Sanjay's mother's remarks, and perhaps it seemed natural as such things happen in close-knit communities. Perhaps the younger woman knows that the couple is going through a fight and hence not having sex, that her aunt is having periods, or that even when she is not in a mood, her uncle forces himself on her. Her niece could keep a diary of her intimate encounters and even indicate the day when she may have become pregnant.

Not able to resist, I asked Lalita, "उसके अंकल ने ट्राय़ मारा होगा ना? उसपे चढ़ने के लिए?" "Her uncle must have tried, right? To mount her?"

"तुम्हें क्या लगता हैं," she asked with a mischievous smile. "What do you think?"

"कोशिश तो जरूर की होगी और शायद उसने उसको पहली बार चोदा भी होगा," I said, grinning at the thought. "He must have definitely tried. Perhaps he would have even taken her virginity."

"हाँ और क्या पता शायद उसने गर्भवती भी किया हो?" she teased. "वैसे उसका पति तो सिर्फ वीकेन्ड को ही आता हैं।" "Maybe he impregnated her as well? Anyway her husband visits her only on weekends."

The age gap between the uncle and the young lady was like the age gap between Kishore bhai and me. It got me thinking, and before I could go further, Lalita said, "अब सोच उस घर में तुम अपने दोनों पतियों के साथ रह रही होगी।" "Now imagine you were staying in such a house with your two husbands."

"ऊपर पलंग पर किशोर भाई तुम्हें जमकर दो घंटे चोदेगा, फिर नीचे संजय तुझे अपने जीभ से चोदेगा। कभी कभार कंडम पहन कर भी शायद चोदे," she said. "On the bed Kishore bhai would fuck you for a solid two hours and then down Sanjay would fuck you with his tongue. Or perhaps fuck you wearing a condom."

It was such a despicable thought, but one that I couldn't help but feel intrigued by. And Lalita's image of breeding cows certainly seemed like a possibility. Kishore bhai staying at home all the time meant that I could have primarily become his wife and the only namesake wife of Sanjay. Would the neighbors even wonder, as my belly swelled with the combined seed of my two husbands, who would have fathered this child? What would they wonder about finding the door to the flat constantly shut and bolted? Even though I didn't know if Sanjay was a cuckold, I was certainly willing to lead such a life. There would have been certain legitimacy to such a scandalous affair, and no one would have questioned the reasons behind our constant privacy.

As I was lost in those thoughts, she said, "ऐसा सच में हो सकता हैं मेरी जान!" "This truly can happen my love."

"समजो संजय किशोर भाई का ही बेटा होता और उसकी मा भी नहीं होती और समजो तुम लोग ऐसे ही छोटे घर में रहते? तब तो बाप बेटे दोनों मिलकर तुम्हें चोदते, हैं ना?" "Think that Sanjay was Kishore bhai son and his mother was no more and that you were living in such a small house. Then surely both father son would have fucked you non stop."

I smiled thinking how both had similar thoughts.

"और फिर शायद किशोर भाई से चुदवाके, तुम तो सीधे संजय के मुँह पर ही बैट जाती," she added in her usual excited manner. "And then perhaps after getting fucked with Kishore bhai, you would simply sit on Sanjay's mouth and feed his semen."

"वैसे तुम्हें बतादू," she continued. "तुमहारे होने वाले पति को शायद ये पसंद भी होगा।" "And let me tell you that your fiance may actually like it."

"क्या बकवास कर रही हैं," I retorted in my usual manner. "What nonsense?"

"सच कह रही हूं," she assured. "शादी वाले रात, तेरे पड़ोसी ने मुझे संजय के कमरे में जमकर चोदा। हम लोग रात वही सोये। सबेरे संजय लौटा और उसने भी मेरे साथ सेक्स किया।" "I am telling you the truth. On the night of the wedding, Kishore bhai fucked me in Sanjay's room and we slept at Sanjay's place. In the morning when Sanjay returned, he too had sex with me."

I was stunned. She assured, "मैने ही सेड्यूस किया। सोचा क्यों ना मैं एन्जॉइ करू और उसे थोड़ा मजा दूं?" "I seduced him. Thought why not enjoy it and also give him some enjoyment."

I had suspected that Sanjay was physically involved with those two sisters and they were purposely hiding things from me. So I asked, "सचि?" "Really?"

"और तु पूछे इससे पहले ही बताती हूँ," she said. "ये हमारा फ़र्स्ट टाइम था। वोह किसिंग वाले किससे को छोड़ के।" "Before you ask me, let me tell you that this was our first time. Apart from that kissing episode."

"ममता का पता नहीं पर मुझे नहीं लगता की संजय अनाड़ी हैं," she added. "Not sure about Mamta but I don't think Sanjay is naïve."

"तो क्या वो खिलाड़ी ही?" I retorted. "You think he is an expert?"

"खिलाड़ी तो नहीं पर वो निश्चित रूप से अनुभवी हैं," she replied. "शायद ममता के सात का अनुभव हो या पहली वाली लड़की के साथ?" "Maybe not an expert but he is surely experienced. Perhaps had some experience even with Mamta or perhaps the other girl."

"वोह सब छोड़," she said. "इम्पॉर्टन्ट बात ये हैं के तेरे होने वाले पति को चूसना बहुत पसंद हैं। और तुम्हें यकीन नहीं होगा पर उसने किशोर भाई का सूखा हुआ वीर्य भी मेरे चूत से चाट चाट कर साफ किया।" "Leave all that. The important thing is that your fiance likes to lick. And you won't believe it but he licked Kishore bhai's dried cum from my pussy."

"और उसे कुछ पता नहीं चला?" "And he didn't realize it?"

"उससे क्या फर्क पड़ता हैं? उसने मुझे इस हालमें चाटा वही काफी नहीं?" "What difference does that make? That he licked me in such a state should be enough, right?"

Lalita understood I wasn't the possessive type and didn't mind that Sanjay was experienced and had sex with other women. She was confident in my relationship with Sanjay and believed that physical intimacy with others wouldn't affect our bond. It seemed the same was the case with Sanjay, as both Mamta and Lalita had discerned to some extent. She gave me the details and told me she truly enjoyed sex with Sanjay and that she wouldn't have hesitated from marrying him if only she was prejudiced about his slightly dark skin and middle-class Maharashtrian genes. She confirmed he was decently equipped and knew how to use both his tongue and dick. It was strange, but few men indulged women in oral sex but, of course, always insisted on oral sex from them. Even when they perhaps knew they weren't well equipped to satisfy their women with their dick alone. Sanjay was different and focused on her satisfaction; it was as if he wanted to prove that he was a man enough for her, but he didn't think it was required of him to only use his dick for it as long as the woman orgasms. Of course, as I soon learned, orgasm from a dick differs greatly from clitoral stimulation and stimulation of the g-spot. Vaginal orgasms received from actual fucking were the most satisfying and long-lasting. Even though Sanjay only described one episode, it happened two nights in a row, and the second time was even more intense as she invited him to lick her soiled pussy full of Kishore bhai's semen. Lalita knew that, just like myself, Sanjay too didn't mind the powerful stench and bitter taste of semen, and that it was a clear sign that we both were ready for that taboo relationship with Kishore bhai. Lalita allowed Sanjay to mount her and cum inside her. He seeded her three times in those two days. She gave him a fighting chance to impregnate her, although she didn't think he would have a remote chance of impregnating as Kishore bhai had been seeding her for the previous 3 nights already. We learned much later that it was Kishore bhai and not Sanjay who impregnated her.

We had little time to talk, but she wanted to share with me what happened behind my back and perhaps encourage me to explore this possibility. Ever since I heard Sanjay was not a virgin and was perhaps enjoying some affairs on the side while we both contemplated going steady, I stopped having the guilt. It only fueled my desire and lust for Kishore bhai and this insidious lifestyle. I felt liberated and unapologetic about my choices. It was the turning point of our journey and perhaps beginning Sanjay's cuckolding.

To be continued...