บท 253: My Women Ch. 03
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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are above 18 years of age.
Note to the Reader: This is Ch. 03 of my series called 'My Women'. Please read previous chapters. The story here continues where it left off at the end of Ch. 02.
Also, I intend to tell this story in a slow burn. If you are looking for instant gratification, please be aware that you may not find it here. But I promise you, if you are prepared to stick with the series, I'll make it worth your while. Happy reading!
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The sky cleared over Pune as monsoon ended, bringing pleasant weather. Unlike the pleasantness outside, the atmosphere in my apartment had become stressful. My mother-in-law stopped talking to me after that day we had masturbated together, separated by just the bathroom door. In the heat of the moment, I had pretended to be my late father-in-law whose name she was moaning while she rubbed herself inside the bathroom. We had cum simultaneously as we talked dirty to each other. I had felt it ominous, when she asked me to shut myself in my room so that I wouldn't see her in post-orgasm dishevelled state.
"Nitin, Son... please go into your room... I won't be able to bear coming out and seeing you there... I can't let you see me like this."
That was the last time she spoke to me. After that day she had started to deliberately avoid being in the same room as me. That meant she mostly confined herself to her bedroom. She kept up the appearance of being normal for the sake of her daughters... but I was finding it hard to pretend... that nothing had happened between us. I was worried about her. Many a time I tried to catch her alone and initiate a conversation about what had happened, but she'd ignore me till I felt like I was talking to a wall and stopped.
It was obvious that she was following some self-preservation instinct that was guiding her to avoid me. While her reaction was understandable, it still hurt... coz it was not just lust between me and her. I had felt a deep connection with her... almost spiritual. Between the crazy wild affair that was underway with Navya and the sobering scary truth that I was about to be a father to Swetha's child, Mom was the stabilizing factor that kept me sane, without knowing it herself. With her calming presence denied to me, I was struggling.
Swetha's belly had started ballooning with the life growing inside of her and the impending motherhood had developed in her a tunnel vision. She was now unable to spare space in her brain for anything not related to pregnancy and motherhood... including me.
Navya was the only one who paid any attention to me. The stolen moments with her were the only thing giving my troubled mind some solace. Her singing for me during our daily drives... her letting me know that she wore a particular dress or tied her hair in a particular way for me... these little things made my heart feel I was alive. But even Navya was not being helpful when it came to giving the pent up sexual energy in me a release. No matter what I did for her... what I bought for her... no matter how much love I showered on her... she was stubbornly taking things slow... and by slow I mean glacial. She did not let me touch her anywhere except her waist. If my hands wandered, she'd quickly stop them. The 'patience and perseverance' strategy was frustrating me. My three conflicting world's were weighing me down. I had to do something to preserve my sanity.
I was lost in these thoughts on the drive to office. Navya was chattering away beside me. My mind was too muddled to keep up with her college gossip. So I nodded at regular intervals pretending to listen.
A few minutes later, I stopped the car a little distance from her college gate.
"See you in the evening baby." She said as she leaned towards me to give me her routine sideways hug. I don't know what came over me... my frustrations must have broken through... I turned my face to the left and lowered it towards her. With my sudden move, the hug that she intended turned into a peck right on my lips. Her eyes bulged open at the contact of the lips. I felt a sharp sting on my left cheek as her right hand landed on it as a slap. The force of the slap, though not really strong, was enough for me to recoil in shock.
Both of us stared at each other in disbelief at what had happened... her at my brazen attempt to smooch her and me at her slap.
My frustrations boiled over into anger and reflected in my stare. She read the change in my expression and realized that she had gone too far with the slap.
"Do you even love me... Or is it just a lie to get me to buy you pretty things?" I asked her.
"Baby don't be like that... I'm sorry... I just panicked when you tried to kiss me... I didn't mean to slap you." She pleaded. But my anger had risen too far.
"Just go!" I yelled.
"Baby please." She said, almost crying.
"Go!" I yelled again. With hurt in her eyes she got out of the car. I could see tears in her eyes as I left her behind and sped away.
I shut my eyes in anguish once I was inside my cabin at the office. Visions of Navya's slap played in my mind again and again, the sound of it reverberating in my ears.
"Fuck all this," I said to myself as my mind spiralled out of control, "I need to get away from here."
I jumped out of my chair and made a beeline to boss's cabin. I made short work of making up a fake excuse and availing a three-day leave... perks of being his star employee. It was Tuesday today. I had leave till Thursday.
I came back to my cabin and went on the easemytrip website on the computer. I searched flight costs to Guwahati thinking of spending the days amidst the lush greenery of the North East. But the costs were prohibitively high. I tried flight options to some hill stations like Ooty but it was the same story. Finally, left with no options with a forest-hill station kind of vibe that I had in mind, I decided upon the default destination of every young Indian... Goa.
I figured if I could not immerse myself in nature to forget my worries, I would drown myself in alcohol to do the same. I quickly booked an afternoon flight to Goa with return flight on Thursday evening. Just as I was about to leave office and go home to pack, the office peon brought in a courier for me. I checked the 'from' address... it was from my friend who had been to Malaysia.
I sighed at the uselessness of it... Mom was not at all talking to me... and I had yelled at Navya. I stuffed the package into my bag and left office. On my way back home, I called Swetha with a lie that I had to go to our Mumbai office for a short assignment till Thursday.
"Can you ask Navya to take an Auto in the evening?" I asked before hanging up.
"Okay... Bye." Swetha replied. Truth be told I was a little disappointed at my wife not showing much emotion when I told her I was going away for three days. The pregnancy had given her a one-track mind.
Half an hour later, I rang the calling bell to my apartment. Mom opened the door. Her face showed surprise infused with awkwardness and worry. She stepped back and let me in. Before I could say anything, she went into her room and locked the door.
Disappointed once again at Mom's indifference, I went into my own room and closed the door. I quickly packed a bag with essentials for the trip. I just wanted to get out of there. Ironically, I was feeling claustrophobic in that spacious three-bedroom apartment. I felt cornered with the invisible aura of the three women pressed up against me... disorienting my mind.
But before leaving, I had to do something about the package. I tore it open and emptied the contents onto the bed. Navya's midi dress and bralette as well as the lace bra for mom lay splayed on the bed. I contemplated what to do with them... but my brain turned up blank.
I fished out my phone from my pocket to check the time. The lockscreen showed that there was still 3.5 hours to go before the flight would take off. It also showed some whatsapp notifications. I opened whatsapp to see that Navya had left me many messages. I read through it.
"Baby... I'm sorry... please don't be angry with me."
"I didn't mean to slap you... please call me."
"Baby please... I have been crying since morning... call me."
"Baby it hurt me a lot... what you said in the morning... how could you think that I was pretending... to make you buy stuff for me... you know how much I love... you are all I think about, all day... baby I realize that by asking you not to be greedy, by taking things slow adamantly... I realize that I've been a tease... but I was only doing it coz I was scared that you'd soon get bored of me if things moved faster... baby I'm sorry for that... please call me."
I felt sorry for what I did in the morning. It was obvious I had really hurt her. I typed a reply.
"Baby I'm sorry I yelled at you... I don't know what got into me... it's true that I had been a little frustrated at you wanting to take things slow... but frustrated or not I shouldn't have said those things to you.. I can't call you now... I'm going to Mumbai for a three-day assignment... I'll see you when I come back on Thursday evening... I'm leaving something for you in your almirah... I love you."
I tapped 'send'. I felt like I had made a hasty decision on the Goa trip... but the flights were already booked. I had to go. But I had to leave Navya's outfits in her almirah like I texted her I would.
I opened my door slightly and peeked out. I saw that mom's door was wide open. I came out of my room and looked inside hers. She was not there. I checked the kitchen. She was not there too. Then my eyes fell on the open main door. I sighed when I realized that mom had gone out somewhere so as not to be alone with me.
I went back to my room and picked up Navya's dress and bralette. I went to Navya's room with them and kept them under some of her clothes in her almirah. As I was about to leave her room, my eyes hooked on something colourful in her laundry basket. I went near to find her pink bra in it. It was the same bra she'd worn the day I had used the screen recorder app to secretly film her changing clothes in the trial room... the day I'd taken her shopping for her birthday gift.
On a perverted urge I picked it up and came back to my room. I stuffed it inside my travel bag.
Now I was faced with the dilemma of what to do with the Victoria's secret lace bra I'd picked for mom. I considered my options. Only two presented themselves to my brain. Either I throw away the expensive fabric... or I leave it in mom's room and let her take the decision on what to do with it. I didn't have much time to think about it as I had to hail an auto to go to the airport soon. I picked up the bra from my bed and walked to mom's room. I left it under her pillow.
I shredded the courier packing into tiny pieces and threw it inside the waste basket before leaving the apartment. I called mom's phone as I took the elevator down. It kept ringing but she didn't answer. I reached my building's gate and waited for an Auto. I rang mom again. After the umpteenth ring she picked up. I could tell she answered only by the call timer... for she didn't utter a sound after answering.
"I know you don't want to talk to me," I began, "or talk about what happened... and it's fine... even though it hurts when you avoid me... someday I'll make my peace with it... I just called to tell you that I'm going away for a few days... I've lied to Swetha and Navya that I'm going on an office assignment... the truth is I just wanted to get away from home... It doesn't feel right there... with you being under the same roof and still not meeting my eye."
I stopped a second. The call timer showed that she was still on the other end.
"Don't worry though... I'm not running away... I just need a few days to set my mind right," I continued, "there's just one thing... I had bought something for you days ago when I was under the impression that there was something special between us... I don't think you'd even want to see what it is now... but I didn't have the heart to throw it out myself... so I've left it under your pillow... you can throw it away."
I stopped again to gauge her reaction. The line was still silent.
"That's all I wanted to say... bye." I said and hung up as an empty auto came to a stop in front of me.
"Take me to the airport." I said as I got in.
I had slept through the entirety of the flight. It was 5 in the evening when the plane touched down in Dabolim Airport, Goa. I rushed out of the Airport and hired a cab.
"I need a hotel... somewhere near Baga beach." I told the driver. I had not got the time to make an online hotel booking. I fell asleep again as the cab climbed on the bridge over the Mandovi river.
"Sir... we've reached the hotel." It was the driver's voice that woke me up. I looked outside.
'Ocean Palms Resort,' the board read. I paid the driver and went to the reception.
Ten minutes later the receptionist handed my room key to a hotel staff to show me to my room.
"Please visit our spa if you are interested in a getting a massage... Thank You for choosing Ocean Palms." The receptionist said cheerily as I turned to follow the hotel staff to my room.
I took a shower first thing after the hotel staff left after showing me to my room. I stood under the shower turning the heater knob to 'warm'. Water fell on my hair washing the sleep off my head. I relaxed as the warm water enveloped my body in a cosy cocoon. I felt the weight of my worries lift off from my mind.
I towelled myself dry and came out of the bathroom. I had made absolutely no plans for the coming three days. Maybe that's what I need, I thought to myself. Three days of no schedule, no routine, no plans... three days surrendered to whims and impulses. Just then I remembered the receptionist's parting words... about the spa. Quickly I changed into a pair of shorts and t shirt.
Minutes later, I stood confused at the spa's counter looking at the menu. It looked more like the menu of a restaurant. There were a number of options on it... Thai massage, Vietnamese Massage, Orthopedic massage... cost ranging from ₹ 2000 to ₹ 8000. Seeing my confusion, the counter receptionist recommended a Thai massage and I agreed. He led me to a small cabin like room inside and asked me to sit on the massage table. The cabin smelled of exotic herbs.
Suddenly a woman walked in, tall and pretty. Her features suggested that she was from the North East. She greeted me with folded hands.
"Good Evening... I am Mary... your masseuse for today... please change into the panty kept on the side table... I'll wait outside." She said. She spread a towel like cloth on the massage bed and went out.
I checked the side table to see an itsy bitsy panty that looked like it was made of mosquito net. I held it against my groin. It didn't seem like my balls and cock would fit inside the tiny thing.
However, I removed my clothes and put on the panty. It just about covered the important things. I laughed at the inflated sense of size I had regarding my package. Probably all men secretly imagined their cocks to be huge, I thought. While the panty covered my package, the disposable cloth material itself was sheer offering a clear impression of what was underneath.
"If you're ready sir, please lie face down on the massage table." I heard Mary's accented English from outside. I did as I was told. I lay on the massage table with my face down.
"Ready." I said aloud. I heard the door open and then close.
"Do you want me to put a towel on you?" she asked.
"It's fine." I said. In fact, I felt the excitement of a little exhibitionism as I lay in front of her completely exposed except for the tiny panty covering my ass.
A few seconds went by. I heard sounds of a plastic bottle being handled. I twitched as drops of cold oil trickled on my back. A strange yet pleasant smell like a herbal concoction filled the cabin. Then Mary's palm made contact with my skin, tickling me.
"Tell me if you want more force... or less." She said and started the massage. She spread the oil on my back and started rubbing with both her hands. Mary's hands were surprisingly strong. One wouldn't think so just by looking at her. I felt like I was caught in the coils of a python as she ran her hands over my back... but it felt really good. I could feel my muscles relax after a few seconds of being massaged.
She covered my back fast and moved on to my legs. She spread her palms on the back of my knees and rubbed downwards till my ankle. My calf muscles pained initially but relaxed after a few rubs. A nice vibration like sensation spread on the massaged muscles. I felt myself drifting of to a nap.
"Sir, please turn over." My nap was broken by Mary's voice a few minutes later. I turned and lay on my back.
She poured a few drops of oil on my chest and started massaging. She spread the oil from my chest down to my belly. I felt like I was being mauled as she let her strong hands roam over my chest. After a while the pain subsided into a pleasant warmth in my chest muscles. My nipples came alive as her fingers passed over them. She spent a good amount of time on my upper body and then moved to the front of my legs.
She started with the toes, oiling them up. She interlinked her fingers with my toes and rubbed the skin between the toes. She then oiled my ankles lifting them up. My ankle joints felt amazing as she rotated them. Mary paid attention to each little muscle and joint as she rubbed my legs.
"Please be careful with my right knee... I injured it in an accident some years ago." I told her as her hands reached near my knees.
"Okay." She said as she continued with the massage. While she applied good pressure on my left knee, she was gentle with my right. She moved on to my thighs soon.
I was getting more and more excited as she moved higher on my thighs. My cock was semi-hard and I was sure Mary had noticed. She kept massaging my thighs, inching upwards.
"Massage is complete sir." She said suddenly when her hands were a mere inch away from touching the panty.
"Oh." I said... disappointment evident in my voice. My cock was straining against the panty.
"However, if you are interested I can offer you a handjob for ₹ 500." She said, not losing the professional attitude a bit. My cock jumped at her words.
"Yes." I answered immediately. I surprised myself with the quickness.
"Yes please." I repeated.
She pulled the waistband of my panty down, her face showing no expression. My hard cock sprung out. She grabbed it in her oily right palm and started jerking it slowly. The foreskin on my cock stretched tight when she pulled downwards, showing the tip of my cock wet with pre-cum. Mary's palm felt like heaven. Her experienced palms jerked my cock so expertly that my balls tickled giving me a sign of the impending cum. Giving handjob is really an art, I thought as Mary's palms pleasured my cock.
"Go faster." I said, a little breathless. She picked up pace and jerked me faster. Her hand moved up and down the length of my cock now at a good fast pace. I was close to shooting. She increased the pace even more and my cock erupted. Thick cum shot up from my cock and the landed on my belly. She kept jerking me as my cock spewed rope after rope of milky semen. Some landed on her hands... but she stopped only after she squeezed every last drop.
Once I had shot my load, she pulled a few tissue papers from a box and cleaned up her hand. She pulled a few more and wiped the cum that had spilled on my belly.
"You can take a bath in the adjoining shower... I will leave now and tell my boss regarding the extra payment." She said, the veneer of professionalism still intact.
My muscles pulsed from the massage they had just received as I stood under the shower washing the oil off me using a soap. I felt reformed. I felt as if my worries back home were a thing of the past. I started feeling positive about my life.
Afterwards, I settled the bill at the spa counter and noticed that the extra ₹ 500 had already been added to it under the head 'pedicure'. The spa counter receptionist smiled cordially at me. The professionalism in the massage service impressed me.
"That was quite a pedicure! Thank Mary for me." I said mirroring the receptionist's professional attitude.
I came back to my room a happy customer. I felt rejuvenated... as if Mary had squeezed all the accumulated worries out of me. I discarded my clothes and jumped onto the bed naked. My cock was still semi-hard with the memory of the unforgettable handjob I had just received.
It was funny though. All through my teenage and youth I had watched a ton of porn and seen all the million amazing ways in which men and women could please each other... but as a married man I had not experienced even one percent of what I'd seen in porn. I had to come to Goa and pay a masseuse to experience a proper handjob... like the ones you see in porn. That's the trouble with marrying a prim and proper 'well behaved' Indian virgin. With Swetha my options were limited. It was either missionary or cowgirl. She didn't even let me try doggy style coz she was too shy that I would see her asshole. The only time she had taken my cock into her mouth, it was in there for barely 5 seconds. She had left mid-foreplay to wash her mouth. She never cared much about handjobs too. Sex with Swetha was just some wild kissing and heavy petting culminating in intercourse.
My mind was occupied with all such self pitying thoughts when my phone beeped with a notification. I picked it up from the bedside table where I had left it. The lock screen showed the time as 9 PM. There were a few whatsapp notifications. I opened the app and saw Navya's text at the top.
"Baby, I'm waiting for your call." She had sent. I saw that she was online. Truth be told, I was not in a mood to talk to her. Her slap from the morning still stung. But I had a feeling that she wasn't going to sleep until I called.
"Has everyone gone to bed?" I texted back.
"Yes," came her reply immediately. I pulled the blanket over me up to my chest to cover my nakedness and tapped the button for video call. She accepted in a second and her pretty face came on to my phone screen.
"I missed you baby!" her happy voice came through my phone speaker.
"Mmm." I replied, unable to greet her with similar happiness.
"Are you still angry?" she asked with a sullen face, "Baby I told you I didn't mean to slap you... I'm sorry."
"It's fine... you don't have to keep apologizing... it's just that it is still fresh in my mind... the slap." I said, still morose.
"I know how to cheer you up." She said and tilted her phone down.
As her camera angle dipped I was treated to a surprise. She was wearing the midi dress I'd kept in her almirah. The deep V-neck and spaghetti straps exposed a lot of skin on her chest and shoulders. My morose expression vanished as my cock got excited. Considerable cleavage was on display and Navya kept adjusting the straps, clearly not used to such exposing and being braless. My cock grew fully erect as I looked at the top of her tits visible at the cleavage.
"Do I look sexy like you imagined?" she asked me expectantly.
"Let me see you fully." I said. The camera shook as she got up from the bed. A second later she flipped the camera and I saw her image as she held the camera pointed at her almirah mirror. She had kept her free hand on her hips and was smiling beautifully. The transparent fabric at her upper waist and below the knees made the dress look really sexy... but the highlight of the dress was the bare shoulders and the cleavage. My cock was rock hard now.
"Answer me now... do I look sexy?" she asked again.
"You really want to know." I teased her.
"Yes... tell me honestly." She said.
It needn't have been said... she looked damn sexy. My heart was beating really fast finally getting to see her in a sexy dress. I wanted to let her know how amazingly sexy she looked... but I didn't feel mere words could express it.
I kicked the covers off my naked body. My cock stood up straight. I tapped the button to flip the camera on my phone. Image of my hard cock now filled my side of the video call.
"That's how sexy you look!" I said. I saw on the almirah mirror the change in her expression. Her smile vanished and got replaced by a strange look. The free hand which she had on her hips came up as she held her phone with both the hands and brought it closer to her face. My cock twitched with the realization that Navya was staring at it.
"That's what you do to me... every time you're near me... that's how sexy I think you are." I confessed.
She still stared at her phone screen, transfixed.
"Say something." I said a little louder.
She broke out of the daze.
"Baby... I... I..." I saw her struggling with words.
"Push the straps off your shoulders." I said.
"Baby... I... I don't know..." she struggled to reply, shocked by my demand. But I could see the lust in her eyes as they looked at my cock on the phone screen.
"Push... the straps... off your shoulders." I repeated with emphasis. I grabbed my cock with my free hand and tugged on it.
She looked hypnotized as her free hand slowly rose up towards her left shoulder. Her fingers pushed the spaghetti strap.
"All the way." I encouraged.
Her fingers moved ever so slowly pushing the strap. Once she pushed it past the curve of her shoulder it suddenly fell down to her elbows exposing her left breast. I saw her body shiver as her breast got exposed. I jerked my cock at the sight of her bare tit.
"Now the other one." I instructed.
Her free hand crossed over to the other shoulder and pushed. In a second the strap fell and her other tit was bared. It felt surreal seeing my sister-in-law baring her tits for me.
"I love your breasts... they look amazing." I said, continuing to jerk my cock.
"Say something... do you like what you see on the screen?" I asked her.
"I... uh... it's so hard... I have... never seen a... hard penis before." Her breath was getting deeper.
"Do you like it... my cock?" I asked again.
"Yes." She answered. Her free hand slid down from her right shoulder and rested on her right tit.
"Squeeze your breast." I said.
"Baby..." she whispered as her hand squeezed her right breast.
"Mmm" she sighed as she squeezed again.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes baby." She whispered sexily. I watched her image on my screen squeezing her round tit.
"Pinch your nipple." I said.
I watched as the tips of her finger came together with the nipple in between.
"Aah." She moaned as her nipples got pinched between her fingers.
Suddenly the call got disconnected and Navya's image vanished from my screen. I stopped jerking and tried to video call her again, but it didn't connect. After a few unsuccessful tries, I voice called her using my sim card instead of whatsapp.
"Baby the power went off and the WIFI got cut." She explained after answering.
"Use your phone data." I said.
"There's very little signal in my room... I will have to go out of my room to the balcony." She said.
I was disappointed at not getting to see more of her body... but going out of her room was a risk I was not prepared for. Everything would be ruined if my wife or mom found out.
"Don't go out," I told her, "we'll video call tomorrow."
"I love you baby... you're so beautiful... don't ever think that I'll get bored of you... no one could get bored of your gorgeous body." I said, trying to allay her fears.
"Promise?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
"I promise baby." I said.
We hung up after a few more minutes of whispering sweet nothings to each other. The time on my phone was 10 PM. My stomach was rumbling with hunger. I decided to go out to Baga beach to eat something.
I locked my room and walked out. Baga beach was nearby. The crowd had thinned as the night progressed.
Soon I was at the beach. I walked along the shore with waves of the Arabian sea caressing the beach on my right and the staff of various shacks calling out on my left. Sounds of the waves and the loud music from the shacks filled my ears.
I sat down at a table outside 'Bistro' shack. The waiter was quick to bring me the menu. I ordered a chicken fried rice and two tequila shots. I observed the people around me as the waiter went away after taking my order. There were a couple of big families seated around tables joined together for them. The young of the families were up, gyrating to the loud music blaring from the shack's speakers. There were a few couples swinging to the music in each other's embrace. Then there were the single crowd, nodding their heads along with the music while holding hookah pipes or glasses filled with alcohol in their hands.
It seemed like I was the only one who came alone. Everybody else were sitting in groups of four or more people.
My order came as I was observing the people around. I ate my fried rice little by little, enjoying the sea breeze and the cool sand beneath my feet. I finished the second tequila shot and ordered two more. The crescent moon and the clear sky combined with the sound of the sea waves was really alluring.
I was also starting to feel the effect of the tequila shots. My head felt lighter on my neck and my neck felt like it was made of jelly. Two more shots came and I downed them soon. I finished the fried rice and paid the bill. I sat there for a few more minutes looking up at the moon. I felt a sudden impulse to dip my feet in the waves. I stood up and started walking.
As my feet was wetted by the waves, I looked up again at the crescent moon. It had hidden behind a cloud, making it luminous... a splash of golden yellow on a dark canvas. A sadness rose from somewhere deep within... induced most probably by the mix of alcohol and such a heavenly view. I don't know why, but most of the times I get drunk... I cry. I still remember the last time... I had bawled like a child when my hostel mate had put on a Sufi song when I was four glasses down.
But today's sadness was not just about being overwhelmed by the serene beauty of the view. While that was what started it, it nudged another hidden sadness inside... my mother-in-law. As the sadness spread on my chest, I started getting annoyed at the loud music blaring from the shacks. I walked back in the direction of the hotel, away from the crowd.
Even when the loud music started to fade, I still felt angry. The anger was spreading on the surface of the sadness like a parasite. That woman... that amazing woman who had poured out her heart to me about her loneliness and made a place in my heart for her... her face kept invading my mind.
"Uma!" I whispered her name to myself. My anger rose as I remembered how she'd avoided me after that fateful day we masturbated together separated by just a door. I had fallen for the poor lonely woman and then I was abandoned by her... denied the pleasure of her company and conversations... refused the intimacy of being her companion.
I took out my phone and dialled her number. The line rung for many seconds. Just as I was about to hang up, the line cracked alive.
"Nitin?" I heard my mother-in-law's groggy voice.
"Yes! Nitin... I see you haven't forgotten my name... you selfish woman." I said.
"Nitin, are you drunk?" she asked.
"Yes! I'm drunk... but what do you care? You haven't even looked at me since that day... you are so selfish! You cry on my shoulders telling me how lonely you feel ever since dad passed away... you tell me how you felt alive when you saw my hard-on for you... you hug me tight even with my hard cock pressing on you... you undress in front of me... you let me lie down on your bed beside you... you let me massage your back... you let me touch the sides of your breasts... you play along when I pretend to be your husband and we masturbate talking dirty to each other... and then... and then you don't want me anymore... just like a switch got flipped off... you don't talk to me... you don't look at me... you run away every time I'm near..." I stopped to take a breath. I had reached my hotel. I continued as I climbed the stairs.
"you never cared about me... you were just using me all along... to feel alive... to feel like a woman again... well, how do you feel now... are you happy? I'm such a fool... thinking there was something between us... buying that bra for you... such a naïve idiot... you must have thrown it out, haven't you?" I was panting as I opened my room. I undressed and got on the bed.
"You hurt me... you broke my heart... you made me want to run away... I don't know if I even want to come back now." I finished, almost crying. I could hear her breath on the line.
"I did not throw it away." I heard her voice.
"What?" I asked, confirming if I had heard her right.
"I did not throw the bra away... I could not."
"Why?" I asked.
"Coz I do care about you... as much as you think I don't." she said, her voice soft and motherly.
"You were there for me when I was close to breaking down... when I was most vulnerable... you gave me the strength to keep living... to move on... but then things happened between us... I don't know why I didn't stop it sooner, before we became so close... it just felt so good to be treated like a woman... to be made to feel beautiful... you became more than a son to me... I started to feel like how it was when my husband was alive... but that day... after I masturbated to your voice talking dirty to me, I felt so guilty and ashamed... I couldn't bring myself to look at you after that... I was scared that what I did would have made you think of me as a dirty whore... I couldn't bear it." She was crying now. Hearing her cry made my heart ache for her. I wished I was there to hold her.
"Mom... I could never think of you like that... you are an amazing woman... a beautiful woman... I'm not so narrow minded to think of a woman pleasuring herself as something dirty. I think of it as a beautiful thing." I spoke to her, trying to calm her down.
"I wish you had talked to me... you know how much I care about you... when you started avoiding me, I started feeling claustrophobic in that house... that's why I made up a fake office assignment and left." I said.
"Nitin... I'm sorry son... I didn't think about you... didn't think it would hurt you so much... I'm sorry... but don't run away like this... that's the mark of a weak man." She spoke, now calm.
"Women can be moody and unreasonable at times... it's in our nature... we may say or do things that really hurt... but a real man will know that it's just a phase... a bad mood... he will be patient and loving... you have to be strong Nitin... strong men, caring and patient men always get the love they deserve... even if it takes some time." She advised me like a mother. I was amazed at the wisdom. She wasn't merely giving advice... she was talking about it like she was describing the ideal man, a man she knew well... her late husband. I wished I had gotten a chance to know him better... to learn from him.
Mom and I spoke half an hour an hour more. I experienced once again the calming and stabilizing effect she had on my life. Before hanging up, I asked her the thing that I had been curious about since the beginning of the call.
"Did you try it on... the bra?"
"Mmm," she said, "I... mmm... I'm wearing it right now."
My cock stirred as I tried to picture her wearing the red lace bra while she talked to me on the phone.
"I wish I could see how it looks on you." I sighed.
"Just come back home." She said. We said Good Night and hung up shortly after that.
I yearned to go home now... but it was still Tuesday night and my return flight was on Thursday. Moreover, the hotel room was also booked till Thursday. It felt like divine punishment for being so impatient with Navya and immature with Mom. I couldn't wait to get back home... to the daily drive with Navya... and to see Mom. I went to sleep cursing myself for making such a hasty decision on this trip.
I was woken up next morning by an abrupt ending to an amazing dream... me making love to Navya. I was really disappointed when I opened my eyes and realized it was just a dream. I missed her badly. I had kicked the covers off me in my sleep and saw my hard cock standing up straight in the dim morning light.
I sighed. The dream had felt so real... the moistness of her pussy... the walls of her vagina tightening on my cock. If only I could go back to sleep and resume the dream... but alas my cock was too hard to ignore now.
Then I remembered something... Navya's bra that I had taken from her laundry basket. I picked up my bag and fished out the pink bra. I lay back down on my bed and brought the bra near my nose. I inhaled the smell of her boob sweat. The smell made me hornier. I lowered the bra towards my cock, rubbing the smooth fabric on my foreskin. It tickled the tip of my cock. I wrapped the straps of the bra around my cock and started jerking, trying to remember the image of Navya's tits from last night... but my head was clouded from a slight hangover. I looked at the time on my phone. I had woken up quite late. I would have to go now if I wanted to have the complimentary breakfast.
But before I got up from the bed, I had a kinky idea. I opened the camera app and took a picture of Navya's pink bra wrapped around my hard cock. I then sent it to Navya's whatsapp. She would be in class now, I thought to myself. I tried to imagine her reaction when she checked her messages during lunch break. I smiled at the lustful expression on her face that my mind conjured.
I got dressed and went down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. The buffet looked incredible. I filled up my plate with a little of everything and sat down to eat. I had to adjust my shorts frequently for my cock wouldn't go down. It strained against the shorts for release. It distracted me from the scrumptious breakfast.
The persistent erection didn't go away even after I finished breakfast and headed back to my room. On the way I saw the spa receptionist standing in the corridor outside the spa. My mind immediately went back to last evening's massage and handjob.
"Good Morning." I said stopping near him. He greeted me back. I fidgeted about forming words to express what I wanted to ask.
"Hey... supposing I wanted a 'pedicure' and some other stuff done... but up in my room... is it something you'd be able to arrange?" I asked him a bit awkwardly.
"Yes... but it'll cost you more... and the rates are fixed." He replied.
"Okay... when should I expect this to happen?"
"Right now, if you're free... we don't get many customers during mornings at the spa... the girls are free now." He said.
"I want Mary." I told him.
"You go ahead... she'll knock on your door in a few minutes," he said, "again... rates are fixed... no bargaining."
I nodded and climbed the stairs to my room. Once inside, I waited on the bed for the knock. My cock was still rock hard. I checked my phone. Navya had still not seen the picture I sent her. I desperately wanted to see more of Navya's body... and I would've if the power cut had not played spoilsport last night.
Just then I heard a knock on the door. I was quick to reach the door and open it. Mary stood outside with the 'strictly-professional' expression on her face. I stood back and let her enter. I checked out her back as she walked in. Tall and thin with a cute ass. She was wearing a calf-length tights with a sleeveless long top. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail and it swung as she walked.
She turned around once she was at the foot of the bed. I locked the door and looked at her. Pretty bangs covered her forehead. The bangs at the sides were longer and reached down to her cheeks. Her breasts weren't prominent... one could say she was almost flat chested.
"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.
But still my precarious relationships with the three women in my life weighed on my mind as the plane shot along the runway and took off in the direction of Pune.
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