Lovely Auntie Ch. 17

Shyam's insecurities were rising with every word of their daughter.

'Yeah, yeah, you got a beautiful mother. How are your studies, anyway?'

Though he distracted his daughter, Shyam wasn't able to distract his thoughts. The night when she rode him in the cowboy position, he admired in the way her hips came in his hands as though of a teenager's. Her pretty facial features and her 36C naked jugs bust his nut long before he could continue. He gave her a thorough pussy lick, as he didn't want to keep her high and in need of sexual wants. Though she had an orgasm, he wasn't able to keep himself awake to watch the masturbation, Neeta did, as she was getting excited with a little stimulation. And they were almost like ongoing.

On Tuesday, Neeta prepared herself for the party by having a long bath. She wore a tight salwar kameez, which hugged her hourglass figure like a second skin. The black salwar kameez gave her a great oomph with her wonderful bust and a juicy ass. The transparent odhni, which went along with it, covered her plentiful bosom, but couldn't help peek at a half inch cleavage, if you stare at a long time through the odhni.

Neeta wouldn't have minded displaying a lot more cleavage if she was a teenager on hunt for a playmate. But her married status withheld her from wearing her décolletage as a weapon. Even then, the short sleeved dress exuded a lot of sensuousness from the married mother of two teenage girls, which will asphyxiate the young and old men alike. Her hair, she wore in a thick braid, which touched the top of her ass as she walked. Her wrists had full bangles and her vermilion on her forehead completed the whole housewife look.

As she drove to the party, she recollected amusingly how Shyam had discouraged her from attending the event. He talked of excesses, celebration of mediocrity and what not. In a way, all his frustration made her love him more. He was so loving and caring even after twenty years of marriage. Around her, she had seen how her friends' marriages had fared. Some ended in separation, but the many which continued didn't have that vigorous feeling of life. The marriages followed the rote of the various stages to old age, which was really disheartening. In her case, their love had flickered to a strong flame now, which was all she cared.

Though his insecurity may look like distrust as he told her to return early, she could see the love he had for her, lest someone would take his place in her heart.

She arrived at the party, which was a small group of around thirty to forty people, with mostly the customers of the Gym. The male section of the gym had more number, so men predominated the party. But the young girls, who were her partners, were in their element, as they wore to display. Many wore shorts, sleeveless t shirts, tube tops as they attracted the boys. The boys were hovering around the ladies, displaying their bulging biceps, for which they had worked so hard.

Ajay was wearing a casual shirt and denims with sneakers. He was struck by Neeta's beauty in her form fitting salwar. Her figure rolled over the beauty of the young girls. Neeta was finding it strange that the boys and young men were trying to talk with her. She noted with a hint of smile that she was being hit upon. Didn't they get it that she was married and had kids?

Anjali, a twenty three year old software programmer, and also one of her closest members said, 'didi, you are looking awesome.'

'You too, Anjali.' Anjali was wearing a sleeveless top with a skin tight denim and high heels.

'It is a nice little party, isn't it, didi? Time to do a little socializing.'

Neeta nodded her head. She didn't understand the importance of this little party in her aspect. The young girl had many reasons for there were many handsome boys around for her.

Ajay welcomed all of them with a little speech and how he was so thankful for the support of everyone and how he would make it big if the support continued. He said he was making plans to expand and if anyone is interested from business end, he was welcome to hear from them. Neeta understood that the gym instructor was trying to get business support and expand his market. The party was a strategy to tap any interested parties.

But she knew that the party didn't have any such person interested. All they were interested were girls. But she couldn't help but admire at the business acumen of the young gym instructor.

Dinner followed with drinks and she was trying hard to mingle with the crowd.

'Feeling lonely?' a voice called from behind. It was Ajay.

She shook her head.

Ajay knew that whatever she maybe, she wasn't lonely there. Guys have been hitting on her, since she entered the hotel. He had noticed. But the MILF was a very decent housewife and she didn't mingle so easily probably respecting her conservative upbringing. He had noticed how the young girls were looking envious with the limelight she was hogging.

'Your husband didn't make it?'

Neeta shook her head again, 'no, he had other plans.'

'Did you try the chicken wings?'

Neeta said, 'I avoid non-veg, as much as I can.'

The DJ's voice was getting harder by the minute.

'Care to have a walk in the garden?'

Just outside the party-hall, was a big garden. Neeta didn't mind the invite. She tried to recollect the last time she had walked alongside a man for a casual talk. She declined many such invitations. But she knew Ajay. Though they weren't close associates, she wanted to walk along with him.

She nodded and went out of the hall onto the lawn.

'Where do you live, Neeta?'

'Bank street, sir.'

'You have kids?'

'Yes sir, two teenage daughters. Though I have to say one of them isn't teenage anymore.'

Ajay arched his eyebrow in surprise. 'Look, Neeta, if I wouldn't have looked at your application during the joining, I wouldn't have known that you are a forty year old. And now, I thought you might have had a seven or eight year old kid. But you mention two teenage daughters. This really bowls me out of my imagination.'

Neeta giggled at her words, 'well, sir. You have to believe it. Because, it is true. Here look.'

She showed her screensaver on her mobile, a pic of her with her daughters.

'Your daughters are beautiful.'

'Thanks, sir.'

Ajay shook his head, 'look here, Neeta. You need not call me sir. You are elder to me and probably in that way I should call you ma'm.'

Neeta smiled and said, 'I couldn't help it, sir. You are my teacher. So, I should call you 'sir'. That's what my parents taught me. Traditions.'

Ajay nodded, yes she was traditional. Her vermilion on her head and the bangles on her hands, the whole traditional look added to her beauty.

Then they talked about her husband, his line of work and other things.

'You live with your family, sir?'

Ajay shook his head, 'no, I live alone. My wife and my two year old son live in Pune.'

Neeta was a little surprised. She didn't think that he was married and had a kid, too.

Ajay looked at the tiny cleavage through her transparent odhni, as she was looking away. But then she noticed that he was looking at her chest. She didn't want to withdraw as she felt a little thrill with his observation. She looked ahead as though she wasn't noticing. Ajay surreptitiously looked at her curves as she feigned ignorance. The chill in the air in the dark garden added to her excitement. The tall, handsome physique of her instructor helped her in shedding her inhibitions.

'Thinking of expanding your business, sir?'

'Yeah, that has been on my mind. Just looking for a partner or a proper back-up.'

She nodded.

'I should also get good students like you.'

Neeta smiled, 'good student, me?' she stood under a dim light, which highlighted her features. Ajay's cock surged when he noticed how he could make out the figure of the beautiful housewife in the casting light.

'Yeah, obviously. You follow the routine well, and you are also a member.'

Neeta giggled and she couldn't help but notice how the eyes of Ajay danced over jiggling bosom.

'So, my being a member is a criterion for me being a good student.'

'It's not like that. You do better than many girls.'

Neeta felt happy with the compliment. 'I am sure many girls would do better than me.'

Ajay shook his head.

'I don't think you know your potential. Nobody can guess that you are a woman with two teenage daughters. Your husband is very lucky. You are very beautiful with one of the best figures I have ever seen.'

Ajay blurted all this out before he could control his tongue. Neeta looked down at her feet on hearing his words. There was a momentary pause and Ajay felt he had blown it. She was the most traditional and conservative lady and he had commented something nonsense altogether.

Neeta felt very excited on hearing his words. But there is nothing she could reply to. She felt very shy and embarrassed at that moment. She slowly raised her head and looked at him. Both looked into each other's eyes for a long moment.

And then, before he could stop himself, Ajay lunged at her taking her narrow hips in his large hands and pulled her for a kiss. Neeta didn't hesitate a moment as her lips smashed against his. It was only a moment later that he sought out her tongue as she gave it to him, with feeble resistance. Both their tongues dueled as a lot of spit was exchanged. She didn't bother to notice that her bountiful breasts were crushed against the solid chest of Ajay as they rubbed through the layers of their clothing. Ajay's large hand rubbed harshly against her narrow hips as their kiss lasted.

Suddenly her phone rang breaking their sexual mood. Both of them came to their senses with the loud chime of the mobile. It was Shyam.

Neeta said, 'excuse me,' and she walked towards the party hall, receiving the call from her husband. But she didn't listen to what her husband was saying. She didn't listen to his advice to return home early as staying late isn't good. She talked with him for a while. Ajay followed the sexy housewife into the hall.

When the call was finished, he approached her and said, 'look here, Neeta, what I want to...'

Neeta was looking away and there was serious look on her face. She said, 'goodnight, sir.'

She walked to her car and drove without looking back. She didn't understand what had happened a few moments back. Everything was going fine and then she suddenly kissed him? Is that the way a lady behaved. She was angry with herself. Was it Ajay's fault? She didn't know what to think of it. She had a very embarrassed matter now on hands. But more than that why had she done it. She asked the same question hundred times before turning in for the night.

After she went back home, Shyam called her and confirmed to his content that she was back home. She recalled the episode, the party, the evening and she hoped if she had some means to repair the issue, to repair the mistake she had done, to exercise a bit of restraint.

But the thought of the evening and the weather in the garden with the handsome man beside her puckered her nipples before she could stop herself. Dressed in her nightie, trying to sleep, she felt excited as she thought about the handsome man. The thought that the handsome man considered her beautiful boosted her morale very high.

She couldn't control herself. Flipping the nightie over, pulling on the nub of clit and pinching her nipple with the other hand, she achieved orgasm in less than a minute. But with her characteristic new sexuality of always being high, she recovered to another excited moment a few moments later. She recalled the tall man's strong hand on her hips and she had another orgasm. Five minutes later, she had another as she recollected the hunk's chest against her eager tits. She fingered herself to another one in the middle of the night after she woke up with images of making love to the handsome gym instructor.

Only when Shyam pressed on the calling bell at 7 in the morning, as he returned from the trip, was her sexuality abated. Her husband wouldn't have known that his beautiful wife had masturbated an hour earlier thinking of another man. Probably, he wouldn't have minded if it was Manish. But it wasn't Manish.

Neeta's day at the office was a much unfocussed one. Her colleagues knew that some personal matter was weighing on her mind. She wasn't of that disposition to get disturbed by some minor family issue. Her professionalism knew no bounds, but then she wasn't a superwoman. She excused herself early that day. She went back home, cancelling her daily workout routine.

After continuous four days of her absence at the Gym, Shyam asked in an excited voice, 'gave up your exercise?'

Neeta replied nothing. She was busy making coffee. She was a little irritated by the happiness in his voice.

'I told you it won't last long.'

She wanted to say, 'no, you didn't tell me', but she kept quiet.

'But I admire that you did it this long. I never did it more than 2 weeks.'

Her inner voice laughed and said, 'that's why you have a pot belly.' But she cursed her inner voice to be so biting. She wasn't feeling well even from the inside, she felt.

After dinner, Shyam wanted confirmation that she wasn't going to the gymnasium anymore, but she was silent. She was getting a little irritated by her husband's words. This fact irritated her in turn. What would happen to her?

Before sleeping, she had the habit of chatting up with her daughters and amidst chatting with Kamila, a message from Ajay pinged. He noted her online and texted, 'I am sorry for what happened. Please don't stop your workout.'

She bid her goodbyes to her daughters and went offline.

What bothered her was the fact that she fingered herself to satisfaction imagining her being under Ajay. What's happening with her?

Two days later, while having a shower in the evening, she lazily thought about the whole scenario and she was clearly miffed with the happenings.

Whose mistake is it? The question rung in her brain. Was it Ajay's fault? Well, she can't blame him. He didn't force himself upon her. She returned his instant action. Was it her husband's fault? He never neglected her for her to act in this way. His mediocre performance in the bed wasn't in anyway intended to torture her. Was it her fault? And contrary to feeling self-pity and self-criticism, her mind clearly replied it wasn't her fault either. Her body has been having the urges since the visit to her brother's family. She couldn't deny them. She had the best time since the feeling dawned upon her. Even her husband made hay with the matter.

She loved being desired and being excited. The raw feminine sexuality in her demanded more. If she denounced her husband's performance in her sub consciousness, she was just plain speaking her mind. As long as she didn't hurt him by stating the obvious, she didn't want to dwell on the issue.

She loved sex, she wanted to have sex and she didn't want to feel bad about it. But she did feel bad about it. She didn't want to go back to the gym again. She didn't want to repeat such acts. Ajay had messaged her daily issuing his apology, but she remained silent. She avoided the issue and she hated herself being escapist about it.

Ajay felt very bad that he had lost a good student. It was a week since the party and he wished the party would have never happened. He missed seeing the sexy MILF in action as she did the stretches. The sexy housewife haunted his thoughts. His wife, who wasn't more than twenty-seven looked elder to this forty year old sexy beauty. He relived that brief moment when she returned the kiss, and in the silence of his glass walled office, he smiled to himself. Through the glass, he saw the girls working and he shook his head with disdain.

And then unable to believe his eyes, he rubbed them again, as he saw the sexy MILF and Anjali walking in as the former was giggling to the latter's comment. She has arrived.

He got out of his office and walked into the working hall, where on the mats the girls were working. Neeta joined them shortly. Ajay caught her eye with a smile, but Neeta tried to be busy with her workout. He told them their routine and saw them do their drill.

Though Neeta saw him a couple of times, it was with a detached look of professionalism that she listened what he was telling. She was concerned with the purpose of doing her workout rather than anything. Ajay was driven to shame at her indifference. He too tried to distance himself from these personal, petty emotions.

He wanted to have a word or two with her but she didn't give him the chance. She was out of the door, before he could say anything more. But he was happy that she alighted his place. Her wonderful figure was again reignited freshly into his memory.

The first day back into the gym relieved Neeta a little. The feeling of being escaping from her actions abated. Amusingly for her, Shyam's irritated reaction at her for being back to exercise made her giggle. What made her amazed was the fact that she wasn't afraid that her indiscretion if he comes to know would make him angry or hurt. This lack of conscience on her part surprised her and at the same time, she felt it was because of the love he had for her, which made her so independent and happy.

Shyam this time predicted she wouldn't be long and the workout would strain her to give up. Even in the night, he was of the same opinion in the bed, continuously lecturing on his theory. She gave him a short but effective blow-job as he slept off. In her masturbation session, she welcomed the picture of the handsome hunk, Ajay. She looked at him that day in the evening when he wasn't looking at her and admired his wonderful physique as she recalled that party evening. These thoughts empowered her some wonderful orgasms for the night.

Ajay noticed how the sexy housewife chose to ignore him for the next week. Though he sympathized with her position and him being an ass that evening, he felt a little irritated at her manner. He texted her one night, 'can we please talk?'

Neeta chose to ignore it. She felt bad about Ajay, but she thought that replying would only complicate the issue. One day after the workout, as she was about to dress up, she noticed the text on her mobile, 'please, stay, I want to talk with you.'

Neeta looked at his office and he was looking at her with pleading eyes. Neeta knew that she shouldn't prolong the issue. She had to deal this out. She straggled back doing some small weights, while the whole gym cleared. She felt bad for him, by behaving with him so sullenly while he tried to sort out the issue.

The closing hour of the gym was 7 and the ladies section cleared out first. He beckoned her inside with the wave of his hand. She entered into his office, as he sat at his seat.

'Please, take a seat, Neeta.'

'It's okay, sir.'

'I again ask you, you need not call me, sir.'

Neeta shook her head and smiled, 'no, sir. I think I need to observe the respect and boundaries after the recent happenings.'

Ajay said, 'that's what I want to talk about. What should we need to do or observe or change after the recent incident? We don't need to change anything. Look, I made a mistake, if there is anything I apologize. We will forget what happened. How's that for a change?'

Neeta smiled and nodded. She looked at him and noticed how handsome he was at close quarters. She had one of the best fantasies when she kissed him. That is enough for this affair, she felt.

She said, 'that's good, sir.'

She turned and prepared to leave. Ajay noticed her figure while she was turning back. Her modesty didn't dare him to look at her while she faced him. She was still wearing the loose t shirt and the stretchable tights, she wore for the sessions.

But the way she was behaving with him in a reluctant manner, really irked him.