My Women Ch. 03

"So...?" I said and stood there unsure of how to begin.

"₹ 800 for handjob... ₹ 1500 if you want me to be topless while doing it." She stated her rates. But I had already had a handjob from her. What I really wanted was a proper blowjob.

"How much for a blowjob?" I asked her.

"You will have to take a bath if you want that." She said.

'That's fair', I thought to myself. I smelled sweaty. But I got an idea.

"How much if I want you to come in the shower with me... naked... you can wash me and give me the blowjob afterwards." I asked.

She stood unresponsive for a few moments, probably calculating how much she could ask me for that.

"₹ 5000." She said.

"Agreed," I said quickly, "Now come and take off my clothes."

She closed the gap between us. When she was right in front of me, her hands came up to the hem of my t shirt and pulled it up. I raised my hands up allowing her to pull it off me. She then bent at her waist and pulled down my shorts and underwear. My hard cock sprung up as it got freed. I stepped out of the clothes and looked at her expectantly.

She stood back two steps and then pulled her long top up over her head. Her upper body covered by a black bra came into view. The bra barely had cups to be even called cups. Her skin looked really nice. She then pulled her tights down her legs exposing a matching black thong. She had to work a little to pull the tights off her ankles. She moved on to take off the bra. Her hands reached behind and unsnapped the bra in one swift motion. Her hands then came to the front and pulled the tiny bra off her arms. Her breasts were merely nipples. There was no flesh there. It was strangely arousing. I had always admired curvaceous women. This was new to me... finding myself getting harder looking at Mary's flat chest topped by pinkish nipples.

She then inserted her thumb beneath the threadlike straps of the thong and removed it. Her shaved pussy looked really smooth. She turned her back to me and walked to the bathroom, her bubble butt jiggling behind her.

My erect cock led the way as I followed her into the bathroom. I found her under the shower removing the hairband from her ponytail. I went close and stood behind her, my cockhead mere inches from her ass. She turned the shower knob and water sprayed on us. She adjusted the temperature to a comfortable warmth before turning to face me.

The shower spray was falling on my stomach and trickling down to my groin. Mary poured some shower gel onto her palms and cupped my balls with it. She then lathered it all around till foam covered my cock and balls. She wrapped her hand around my cock and caressed the its length. Her soapy palm slid easily on my cock back and forth, cleaning it. With the other hand she held my balls and squeezed gently rubbing her fingers on the underside. She cleaned my privates thoroughly and then let the shower spray rinse away the soap. She wiped all around my groin getting rid of soap that had settled at the sides of my balls.

She then shut off the shower and grabbed a towel. She used it to dry me off. She rubbed the towel over my groin soaking the remnant droplets of water.

"Go lay on the bed." She told me once she was done cleaning me. As I left the bathroom, I saw her towelling herself dry.

I lay on my bed, my legs spread wide to make room for Mary. Shortly she came out of the bathroom, tying her hair up in to a bun. My eyes were drawn to her smooth pussy as she slithered onto the bed in between my legs. My wife only trimmed her pussy. I had always found the look sexy. But now, the view of Mary's shaved pink pussy aroused me a lot.

Mary settled herself in between my spread legs, her nipple pressing on my thigh. She kept her left hand flat on my abdomen and grabbed my hard cock with her right hand. She wrapped her palm around it at the base. I rested my head on the pillow to enjoy myself while she worked her magic. If last evening's handjob was any indication, her mouth was about to take me to the stars.

I waited for her warm mouth to envelope my cockhead... but instead the tip of her tongue touched the tip of my cock. My entire body quivered at the unexpected contact. Her moist tongue traced a circle on the foreskin right around the tip. My abdomen fluttered at the pleasurable shockwaves her tongue was setting off in my body. She had not even taken me into her mouth yet.

Her tongue leaked saliva onto my foreskin as she licked it. Then I felt her soft lips kiss my cockhead. Her lips parted as she pressed forward. She stopped when half my cockhead was in her mouth and suddenly sucked on it. Her tongue played with my foreskin inside her mouth. Her head started making tiny to and fro movement as she sucked. Almost unperceivably slow, more of my cock slid into her sucking mouth. Slowly her lips closed the gap between them and her palm gripping the base of my cock. When her lips touched her palm, she started moving both together up and down on my hard cock. As I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, it felt like she'd done some magic and taken the full length of my seven-inch cock inside her petite mouth. Her palm and mouth worked in unison to create such an illusion. Her left hand that was caressing my stomach, now moved up to my chest. Her fingers drew invisible lines across my chest. She grazed her left hand fingers over my nipples as her right hand and mouth worked on my cock. As her face bobbed up and down on my cock, her torso too moved, causing her now hard nipples to rub on my thigh.

All these sensations at these multiple areas was taking me closer to cumming. I started raising my hips to match the movements of her mouth.

"I'm close." I whispered. Mary responded by sucking harder. Her mouth moved at a frantic pace blowing my cock. My cock coated with her saliva was making sloppy sounds as it fucked her receiving mouth. I couldn't hold any longer.

"I'm cumming." I yelled. I could feel the semen enter my cock from my scrotum. It moved like a warm wave up the length of my cock and exited at the tip into Mary's mouth. She held her mouth still, as my cock spasmed a few times shooting more cum into her mouth each time.

When I relaxed after the last shot, she started moving her mouth up. As her mouth parted from my cock, the cum that I'd shot into it trickled down onto my cock. She licked her tongue inside her mouth collecting the semen and let it fall out on my cock. Her right hand came up collecting the falling semen and smearing it all around my still hard cock. She jerked me with the added lubrication easing me down gently from the stars, where her blowjob had sent my brain.

A few seconds later, she pulled a few tissue papers from the side table and wiped her mouth clean with it. She then pulled a few more and rubbed my cock clean. She then excused herself to the bathroom. I lay on the bed basking in the warmth that had spread all over me.

I was brought out of the trance by Mary clearing her throat.

"Money." She said. I reached for my wallet and counted out two ₹ 2000 and two ₹ 500 notes. I handed it to her.

"If my boss asks you, tell him you paid me ₹ 3000 for a clothes-on blowjob." She said.

I nodded, smiling at the crafty lie. Without so much as a parting smile she left the room closing the door after her... but she'd left me totally relaxed, not a worry in my mind. I was a happy customer. If only the women back home were as experienced as Mary, I thought to myself.

I looked at my phone for the time. It was 12 noon. I checked whatsapp to find that Navya had still not seen the picture I sent her. I lay my head back on the pillow having nothing else to do. Due to the late breakfast, I wouldn't be hungry soon. I felt too relaxed to want to go out anywhere. I decided to lounge on the bed till lunch. I browsed Instagram and Facebook to kill time. I got tired soon of seeing other people's happy moments that they put out to make themselves feel superior. Women put out photos of themselves all dolled up wearing tight clothes and pervy men hit like on those pictures in hordes. Kids with DSLR cameras clicked random shit and posted them with a seemingly deep sounding caption which in actuality had nothing to do with the picture. Social Media was like quicksand. As long as you stand by the side and watch others' antics as they sunk, you are fine. Even though I was on FB and Insta, I never posted anything. I would just entertain myself watching what others are upto and make acerbic remarks about them in my mind.

I got bored after a while. Navya was in class... Swetha at her job, but I didn't really feel like talking to my wife after experiencing her unhealthy obsession over her pregnancy. Mom would be the only on free to talk. I dialled her number.

"Nitin," I heard her voice after a few rings.

"Mom... hey." I said.

"When are you coming back?" she asked.

"I uh... unfortunately the hotel's been paid for till tomorrow... and my return flight is tomorrow evening." I replied.

"Why did you have to run away like this? Just because I wasn't talking to you... don't ever do this again." She admonished me.

"I won't," I promised, "but don't diminish your role in my life like that... when you stopped talking to me, I felt out of balance... you may not have realized this but your presence has been a stabilizing factor for me all these months... it meant a lot to me."

I confessed my feelings for her.

"Son, I feel the same way about you... if not for you, my grief would've driven me mad... you pulled me out of it... reminded me that there are still things to look forward to... you helped me move on." She spoke lovingly.

"But is that all there is... between us?" I asked, "coz I feel a deeper connection with you... emotionally, spiritually... uh... physically."

I listened for her reaction... but she was quiet.

"Mom please... I need to know that this is not just my mind's fantasy... I want to know how you feel." I pleaded.

"Nitin please... it's not easy to say what you want me to say... you're my daughter's husband." She said.

"No... I won't let you hide your feelings behind the 'right or wrong' argument. Forget for one second that I'm your daughter's husband... please just tell me... tell me that the woman in you is attracted to the man in me." I waited for her answer with a nervous heart.

I heard her sobbing on the other end.

"Yes!" she said.

"Yes Nitin... I'm attracted to you... you remind me of how I used to feel about my husband... your presence does things to my body... It turns me on when you look at my body... I feel young when I undress for you." She spoke, her voice breaking with the overwhelming emotions.

"If it was really me that aroused you, why did you call out your husband's name when you masturbated in the bathroom that day?" I asked, wanting to know if she was just projecting her dead husband onto me... or if she really meant it when she said I turn her on.

"I was forcing myself not to think of you... It was your thought I was touching myself to... but then I just felt so guilty... I forced my mind to think of my husband by calling out his name." she confessed.

"Mom... please don't feel guilty about me... what's between us is no one's business... we don't have to bind ourselves to some confining morality... I can't ignore how my body responds to you... I get so hard sometimes thinking about you... after we hung up the call last night I kept trying to imagine how the new bra looks on you... it gave me an erection..." I said.

"Mom... are you still wearing it?" I added as my curiosity got the better of me.

"Yes." She replied.

"Does it feel nice? Does it fit you right?" I asked, desperate to know.

"It fits me perfectly." She said and I couldn't help but smile.

"But how did you know my size?" she added.

"I checked your bra from the laundry basket... the bra that you had taken off from under your maxi the morning we came back from Calicut." I explained.

I heard her suck in a quick breath. Her breathing deepened.

"Mom... I want to see the new bra on you," I said on impulse, "the curiosity is killing me... I'm going to video call you now." I quickly hung up and opened whatsapp. I tapped video call to her number. The screen came alive with my face as captured by the selfie camera. The line started ringing. I waited impatiently, counting the rings. My cock fully serviced by Mary minutes ago, though not hard, still felt ticklish with expectation.

Her face appeared on my phone screen as she accepted the call.

"Mom... show me." I couldn't contain my excitement. I could see that she was wearing a maroon saree. Her face was indecisive.

"Mom please... it's nothing new... I have already seen you in a bra." I tried to coax her. Her face changed slowly as she reached the decision. My eagerness knew no bounds as I saw her left hand pull on her pallu. It dragged over her blouse for a few seconds before falling down on her lap. Her breasts were tightly ensconced in her maroon blouse. She brought her hands to the front of her blouse. One by one she undid the hooks. The small cleavage at the top of the blouse started deepening. Each hook undone revealed more of the fleshy top of her breasts. The v shaped plunge of the bra was so deep that the red fabric of the bra didn't get exposed until the third hook. She undid the fourth and final hook and the two ends of the blouse fell away exposing her amazing tits clad in the sheer red fabric. The bra looked gorgeous on her. Being unpadded, it took on the exact shape of her breasts. Though she had lost the roundness of youth, her tits were still perky.

"Take off the blouse mom... let me see it fully." I asked. She kept the phone down to comply with my request. When she picked it up a couple of seconds later and raised it level to her breasts, I saw the full effect the bra had on her tits. Victoria's Secret really knew what turns a guy on, I thought as I studied the contours of Mom's tits in the bra.

"It looks gorgeous on you mom." I told her.

"Your... breasts look amazing." I added.

I got goosebumps seeing the effect my words had on her. In front of my eyes, I saw her nipples get hard and protrude on the lace material. It was mesmerizing.

If my cock had not been completely spent by Mary's blowjob, I would have creamed by now.

Mom's breasts rose and fell faster as her breath quickened. I could see her struggling with the conflict in her mind. I didn't want a repeat of the other episode where she ends up avoiding me. I said the first random thing that came to my mind.

"I wish Swetha's breasts were as big as yours."

She calmed visibly as the focus shifted away from her. She draped the pallu over her bra before replying.

"Hers will grow bigger as the delivery date approaches... your wish will be fulfilled soon." She joked uncomfortably. I laughed along with her.

"Swetha's head is all wrapped up with the pregnancy... she has hardly talked to me or even looked at me lately." I complained.

"Yes... I've noticed... she has hinged her existence to the life that is growing inside of her... I wanted to talk to her about that... but I didn't want to risk getting her upset," Mom said.

"Let her be Nitin... it's only for a few more months... pregnancy is a complicated experience for some women." She added.

By some weird coincidence, my phone rung just then with a call from Swetha.

"Just a second mom." I excused and accepted Swetha's call. The video call with Mom got disconnected.

"Hello... Is this Nitin?" asked a strange voice at the other end.

"Yes... Who is this? Where is Swetha?" I asked, concerned.

"I'm Chithra... I work with Swetha... we are at the hospital right now... Swetha slipped and fell in the office toilet..."

A hitherto unfelt paternal instinct kicked in and I interrupted her, "Is the baby fine? Is Swetha okay?"

"The baby is well... but Swetha has fractured her left foot. She was really scared about the baby too... but once the doctor assured her the baby is fine she has calmed down a bit... she is still shaken up though." She said. I asked her to send me the hospital address before hanging up.

I called up my apartment's security and asked him to call an auto. I then video called Mom. She was still wearing just the bra with the pallu over it when she answered.

"Mom, Swetha slipped and fell in the office toilet... I have asked the apartment security to call an auto for you... please go down quickly." I told her hastily.

"The baby is fine... don't worry... but she has fractured her left foot." I said seeing the worry on her face.

"Just leave the apartment key under the plant pot outside the door for Navya." I added. I hung up as Mom made a move to get dressed.

I cursed my ill-timed decision to come to Goa as I opened easemytrip.com to check for flights. I found a Spicejet flight to Pune in the afternoon, but unfortunately when I tried to book a ticket I kept getting errors. After a few attempts I got frustrated and closed the website. I decided to push my luck and go to the airport.

Hurriedly I informed the reception about the early checkout and started packing. By the time I put on a fresh pair of pants and t shirt and finished packing, a hotel staff arrived to complete the pre-checkout room inspection. Once he was satisfied that I had not broken or damaged anything and that he could not squeeze more money from me, he carried my bag and led me to the reception. Refund, even partial was out of the question with these swanky yet niggardly hotels.

Shortly, I was in a cab going to the Airport. I called Swetha's number.

"Hello." I heard Chithra's voice again.

"Hi... Can you give the phone to Swetha? Can she talk now?" I requested.

"Uh... she is resting now."

"Mmm... just tell her that I will be there by evening." I said.

"Okay," she said and added, "she has been asking for her mom."

"Mom will be there in a few minutes." I said. I couldn't help but feel disappointed that Swetha was asking after her mom rather than me, her husband.

'Let her be... it's only for a few more months' I repeated Mom's words to myself. The cab sped away from North Goa and approached Panjim.

Then my phone beeped the whatsapp notification tone. I opened it to find messages from Navya.

"Thief! I looked all over for this bra before doing laundry in the morning." She had replied to the picture of her pink bra wrapped around my hard cock. I saw that she was typing more. I dialled her number.

"Hi Baby." Her cheerful voice answered my call.

"Listen Navya... I'm coming back... Swetha slipped and fell... her left foot is fractured... Mom will reach the hospital shortly... Take an auto home after class okay... the key is under the plant pot outside the door." I said in a matter-of-fact voice. My mind was distant. It seemed like she gathered that much about my mood.

"Okay." She said.

"I'll see you later." I said, before hanging up.

Twenty minutes later, I rushed to the spicejet counter once the cab dropped me off at the departures terminal. Thankfully, I got a ticket on the flight. I scurried through the different checkpoints and reached the boarding gate well in time. I found an empty seat near the Gate and sat down. My head felt heavy. I closed my eyes and tried to force my mind to clear itself.

My discreet online rendezvous with Mom and Navya was taking a toll on my mind. No matter how much I tried to justify the intentions behind my actions with these two women as arising out of something meaningful and profound... no matter how much I tried to lend some dignity to the connection I had with these two women by adorning it with rhetoric... sometimes it just felt like I was taking advantage of them. As the commencement of boarding was announced for my flight, I stood up and joined the queue that was forming.

I knew deep inside that debating the morality of my actions was futile. Morality is an immutable behemoth birthed by a society that never cared about its unconventional constituents.