Affairs to Remember Pt. 06

Copyright © July 2025 by Vyasya. All Rights Reserved.

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This is a dramatized story based on some experiences with my first girlfriend, who is the primary source of my cuckold fantasies and the heroine of most of my cuckold stories. I have taken liberties to make the story readable and to conceal the identities of the culprits. Other characters who have played small cameos in my journey are included, as they too have definitely had a lasting impact on my mind. The story is now being narrated from my first girlfriend's perspective.

This is a story about a cuckold. A cuckold is a husband who derives pleasure from his partner's sex with other men. If this isn't your thing, don't offend yourself and move on.

You are committing an act of perversion by reading this story, and there are no better or worse types of perversion, only those that you like and those that you don't like.

This story is about a husband-wife-and-another-man relationship in which the husband is not the equal of the wife, and the wife gravitates toward the other man for sex. The wife is shown to prefer having a deep, intimate bond with another man for extended periods of time and values it more than her marriage. Please refrain from offending yourself if this is not your thing.

You have been cautioned!

Chapter 16: Mayuri's Musings--Sanjay's Birthday on the Terrace

Many thanks to my editor Comentarista82, who made several improvements.

Sanjay skipped some details, but I convinced him otherwise, as they were the foundation of our stories. So, here it is. It may seem disconnected because Sanjay wrote previous chapters presuming we would skip them. In fact, he wanted to leave Ranjan entirely, as I mentioned earlier. Ranjan was the primary reason our cuckolding journey began.

It was a turning point; we knew what to expect after our marriage. Sanjay surrendered as I expected, but Swapna's involvement surprised me. And Ranjan's aggressive pursuit drove me into his arms.

As life happens, we play our roles and let things happen naturally. That I couldn't be monogamous was clear, but marrying Sanjay meant Kishore bhai would fulfill his bedroom duties, and Ranjan would romance me often. Sanjay struggled to embrace his inner cuckold, but nature is not kind, and with Kishore bhai as his neighbor, his destiny solidified before he was born.

Although my affair began before I knew Sanjay as a cuckold, I cuckolded him only after speaking with Lalita. It seems odd, but short-term affairs and cuckold lifestyles differ.

Although I lacked a clear understanding of cuckolding, I always wanted to bond with an alpha male. I instinctively understood closing distance with Ranjan would arouse Sanjay. A cuckold's desire most of the time: without ejaculating, experiencing the scenes, gasps, and sounds as the alpha breeds his partner. Even as cuckolding advanced, bonding with an alpha continued to languish in obscurity. This defined our relationship: how I surrendered and him asserting himself ignited our passion.

Ranjan continuously pushed the boundaries of our relationship. His kiss on the bus, with Sanjay sleeping beside me, inflamed my lust. Kissing him at sunset clarified our fate. As Ranjan brazenly asserted himself on the boat, I oozed desire and yearned to have him. Ranjan's presence relegated Sanjay to a third wheel.

Although Sanjay claimed he missed us kiss, he wasn't completely honest. During Holi, I could see his penis bulging in his underwear. Hearing and watching his drunk neighbor plunder his girlfriend excited him. As I sat with Kishore bhai in his room privately, he must have wondered. He later confessed but thought he only imagined it.

One thing for sure: Ranjan and Kishore bhai wanted me wearing their sweat and cum, knowing I could be close to Sanjay. That debauched thought turned me on intensely. Mamta and Lalita alluded to it, and my friend Dr. Kalpana confirmed cuckolds enjoy the scent and flavor of semen on their women's bodies. Sanjay licked Lalita's pussy even when he knew she fucked her husband. She also kissed Sanjay after swallowing his sperm and made him taste it. I didn't believe everything, but it piqued my interest.

I tried getting close a few times and was certain he smelled my cum breath, but he didn't kiss me. We weren't intimate early on. Only on his birthday did we kiss, and that happened after I swallowed Kishore bhai's load. My studies kept me from visiting Sanjay's place, and that evening I was horny, and neither of us wanted to miss an opportunity.

Kishore bhai knew of my plan to celebrate Sanjay's birthday on the terrace, as I hid cake and candles in his room. He even joked that the cake was not creamy and I should use some real cream. Had Ranjan been there, he would have ejaculated on the cake to humiliate Sanjay. That evening, we made out. We scheduled sex weekends for privacy. But he felt unusually frisky and wanted to mount me, but the occasion didn't permit it. My lips were red and puffy as he nibbled my lips that evening.

At 11:30 pm, I excused myself from Sanjay's class. Many had left, so I headed to the terrace carrying the supplies from Kishore bhai's room. As I smoothed the checkered tablecloth, placing the single candle carefully on the bench, I couldn't resist smiling, anticipating Sanjay's delight. The usually deserted pandal once used for carrom tournaments would again experience intimacy. The faint smell of jasmine filled the air, as I had carefully placed several braids of jasmine at points that permitted airflow. The candlelight dimly illuminated the space not overcoming the pandal's darkness, making it discrete and inviting. I experimented with a few benches to ensure they were sufficiently sturdy and not tucked too far in the corner.

Just as I rearranged them, I felt someone rubbing his pelvis against my butt. The overwhelming, familiar, pungent scent confirmed it was his neighbor. And almost in a flash, the surprise for Sanjay vanished and was replaced by a primal rush as his hands found my waist and he embraced me. Destiny unfolds, I thought to myself. His neighbor claimed what was his, illustrating an unspoken rule: he considered Sanjay's feelings irrelevant. The thought terrified me how it unfolded without considering treasuring important moments. A strange energy surged through me as my treacherous body yielded to his manly touch, succumbing to the inevitable. The perversion completely possessed me, as I imagined Sanjay secretly watching his neighbor take his prize. The thought of his "Baburao" as I fondly referred to his penis, getting distressed while he tried to cajole it by massaging seemed so compelling.

As his heavy body pressed against mine and his lips tasted my neck, his breath entered my nostrils, and his body musk invaded the ambience. His hands pressed and demanded almost immediately. Fear shot me, realizing he intended to claim 'our' space, 'our' surprise. Despite the recklessness, my body surrendered as an unspoken dynamic formed. It was scandalous, insidious, and intoxicating. I tilted my head back and offered him my lips, inhaling his masculine breath he was so proud of and that I craved immensely.

"मयूरी, तुम्हारा ध्यान आजकल कहीं और है," he whispered. "Mayuri, your attention is somewhere else these days."

"हाँ किशोर भाई, वो एग्जाम है ना," I replied. "Yes, Kishore bhai, exams distracted me."

About then Ranjan courted me openly, and I was giving in. Our affair lasted 3 months, but he fucked me more than a couple of dozen times. Without Sanjay's mother's support and his cuckold nature, it would have been unimaginable. My body transformed into a woman's; I filled out, and my bust enlarged;, I wore a newlywed's glow on my face. Everyone saw. The past weeks, I made myself available to Ranjan, and Kishore bhai satisfying me made it difficult to desire Ranjan's touch: he noted the detachment.

We fantasized often about alphas mounting me, but all I needed was an intense fucking every night with foreplay during the day.

"एग्जाम तो होते रहेंगे पर असली परीक्षा तो तुम्हें अभी देनी है," he whispered. "Exams come and go, but you must pass your real test."

My indoctrination began the day he seized me. He was the right man! Although he was dark and middle-aged, he exercised charm and confidence that put women at ease. From the outset, they saw his lust, but his influence lowered their guard. Slowly, he would cross the chasm, and before they realized it, he captivated them so they yearned for his touch.

Many escaped his clutches because of how the country stigmatizes dark skin. Few associated with him, and few allowed him near their women. But he could disarm anyone and win them over, making inroads despite the resistance. It was this taboo of dark skin that helped him conquer many fair-skinned women.

He wanted my anal virginity, but he was too big for my comfort: his dick was like a donkey's, unusually longer.

"आपका बहुत बड़ा है," I pleaded once. "Yours is enormous."

"मेरी जान, इसलिए तो कह रहा हूं, बड़ा मजा आएगा," he calmly replied. "My love, that's why you would enjoy it."

"नहीं, बहुत दर्द होगा," I said. "No, it would hurt."

"उसका भी तो एक अलग मजा है," he teased. "There is some fun in that too, right?"

"आप भी ना..." "You are... (incorrigible)."

"मयूरी, मेरा यकीन करो, तुम्हें बड़ा मजा आएगा," he urged. "अभी तुम्हें मेरी गांड भी तो चखनी है." "Mayuri, trust me, you would enjoy it very much. And then you must lick my anus too, right?"

It wasn't the first he mentioned it, so I dismissed it. "छी, आप कितनी गंदी बातें करते हैं." "Yuck. You talk very dirty."

"अरे मयूरी, यही तो तुम्हें समझना है," he confidently claimed. "एक बार तुम अपने आपको समर्पित कर लो तो सब आसान हो जायेगा." "Mayuri, that's what you need to understand. Once you give in, everything will be easy."

It wasn't the first time and not the last. It was the most insidious way a man could subjugate a woman. Once I rimmed him, nothing seemed impossible. It required me to be mean to Sanjay. It was a seed he planted and nourished; it was an influence that slowly transformed me.

As he embraced and kissed me, those dirty thoughts took over. I had been edging and kissed him back. I pulled his pajama's lace and pushed my hands down his butt, getting rid of his shorts and pajamas in one swift move. I caressed his large bum and directed my fingers down the crack. It was a way to get comfortable touching his anus. If I couldn't do that, how could I rim him? He suggested I touch my anus and smell it to get used to the odor. The idea turned me on, and I fantasized about sniffing his.

He was confident and patient, and apart from cajoling, he tried nothing. I finally pushed my middle finger deep enough to feel his sphincter. He moaned and offered his tongue, so I sucked on it as I massaged his rectum. His words rang in my mind: pain, pleasure, rimming. He was so confident, so sure of us. At such times I felt convinced of my role: the 'slut' for such 'breeding bulls.' An animalistic hunger gripped me as if celibacy was taking a toll. Instead of helping Sanjay clean, I indulged his cocky neighbor.

Minutes later, I pushed him onto the bench, where Sanjay sat later. It was a long, backless one that one could straddle. He lay back while I sat opposite and nuzzled his privates, inhaling the gaminess of his unwashed balls. He bathed late in the day, but that evening, my presence interrupted his plan, and that triggered my submissiveness.

He moaned as I nuzzled, pushing my nose against his cock and nuts. I showered kisses on his knob and large sacs. As I pushed my lips to the sides, he spread his legs and pulled up his legs, but there was no support, so I put them on my shoulders.

I felt blessed bearing his weight every time he thrust. It was like a Gaur (Indian bison) mounting an Indian white cow, as Sanjay portrayed in the Malti series. The contrast was unimaginable: the skin tone and body proportions always moistened me. I awakened him in the mornings and indulged him in our long, passionate coupling.

Each thrust made me feel as if someone pushed an alien object into my slippery yet tight vagina. His weight made me realize my owner's desire: to breed with him to accept his genes.

That evening, as he weighed me down and I inhaled his genitals' musky odor, my compliance knew no limits. Lust gripped me and I kissed his privates devotedly. This carried me further, so I slowly licked his scrotum.

The intense smell of his opening hit me as he lifted his bottom and made me support it on my palms. I licked his testicles, slowly moving south, licking under his sacs broadly.

I loved bathing them with my saliva, but pushed my tongue under for the first time. I rewarded the supporting cast: the two pouches that generated huge amounts of cum. His long, thick dick reached and stimulated my sensitive spots while these balls readied hot seed to flood my womb. The imagery spurred me to indulge him.

His panting confirmed he enjoyed my attentions: deliberately flicking my tongue and accidentally touching the tip of the perineum. His cock stiffened but didn't jut upright because of its weight. I lifted his buttocks and pressed my nose into the crevice, resting it on his anus. The strong, earthy scent of his sweat assaulted my nose, and my pussy flowed with juices.

I puckered my lips, kissing his tailbone. A million imagined scenarios couldn't prepare me for the real thing. My heightened senses focused on one thing: becoming intimately familiar with his orifice. The slut inside demanded I prove I was his!

I swiftly darted my tongue over and flicked over his sphincter. He sighed as I stimulated him with delicate strokes. I reluctantly pressed my lips against it and explored with my tongue. His penis strained under my stimulation.

It was surreal. My tongue savored every bit of that dirty hole. It later disgusted me, but not then. I was marking myself as belonging to him, here, now, just before I celebrated belonging to Sanjay. It was when the switch flipped in my mind. This is who I was, who I was meant to be. Not the demure, innocent girl that Sanjay loved, but a willing vessel, the "slut" for one that demanded complete devotion.

"मयूरी, मुँह में लो." "Mayuri, take it in your mouth."

It was only a few minutes, but the effect on him was intense. As he lifted his butt, my tongue dove deeper, transferring more of his weight to my shoulders. It was one thing to take his weight in a missionary position, but quite another in this position.

"मयुरी," he pleaded again. "Mayuri..."

"नहीं आज नहीं," I muttered. "No. Not today."

"Uh... uh..." he only groaned in response.

I summoned all my strength to lift his backside and lift him, using my elbows on the bench. It required energy and coordination but also allowed my tongue to push deep inside. Nothing mattered as I slavishly devoured it.

As the candle burned, I realized that 15-20 minutes had passed, and glancing at my watch confirmed that we were 9 minutes shy of midnight. I took his penis and furiously bobbed on it. He was edging, already pushing his knob deep. He pushed animalistically as I let him fuck my mouth, letting him drive it as deep as possible. It barely took a minute, and groaned loudly as his semen spurted, splashing across my mouth and deep into my throat as I swallowed. I wondered how I could clean up before meeting Sanjay as the clock ticked.

"तुम लाजवाब हो," he exhaled, wiping off his penis on my breasts. He made it a point to rub it on my nipples. "You are magnificent."

He had that habit, and I didn't object anymore. I gasped, leaning against a pole, trying to catch my breath. My body was sticky and satisfied, and yet somehow more alert than ever. His scent clung to me, heavy and undeniable. It was past 11:55, which meant I entertained him for over 20 minutes. I ushered him out, not wanting him to foil my plan anymore.

As I smoothed my dress, my hands trembled slightly, realizing what I did. The bumps on my skin from his touch remained, and his scent clung to me, continuing to arouse me. Taking a deep breath, trying to steady myself, I tasted the metallic tang on my tongue.

Only minutes ago he flooded my mouth. A perverse excitement fueled my desire to bring Sanjay here, this pandal that witnessed my transgression, to celebrate with him. A strange, bold confidence coursed through me as I wanted him to see, to smell, and to taste it.

I saw Sanjay lock our neighbor's room, where classes took place, and return to his room. Kishore bhai snuck into his room without getting noticed. Sanjay searched for me and wondered where I was, as my sandals waited by their door.

I scurried down. Approaching him, I hushed him, took his hand, and we ran upstairs. Our mad dash brought a horrifying realization -- he would learn of my affair with his neighbor, threatening removal of everything precious to me, what I'd ambitiously pursued. He seemed circumspect as I led him and peeped inside hesitantly. I timed it to perfection.

Sanjay's face gleamed in that dark space, and he pulled me into his embrace. Our breaths mixed as he leaned in, and I offered my lips. We gasped, but I was nervous, as my breath reeked of semen and his neighbor's ass.

Time stood still. It was Sanjay's fate. In that silence, as the candle melted and the clock ticked, we only heard our heartbeats. He stood mesmerized by my beauty and noticed nothing else.

My beauty and his shyness discouraged him from courting me at the outset. Once he did, he showed me I was his most treasured conquest and that he wasn't so stupid.

He kissed, tentatively at first, then deepened it urgently. My heart pounded, waiting, dreading his reaction. Would he recoil? Would he taste the lingering semen? That thought of him smelling his neighbor's sperm on me both terrified and filled me with perverse excitement. But he didn't. His kiss didn't falter. His hands tugged me closer. He devored me with his hungry lips. In his embrace I realized something. This wasn't our first kiss; this was the first proof. His lack of objection was the validation I needed. It reinforced my decision to enjoy his neighbor.

I should have been ashamed, but it fueled the perverse excitement I felt. It was the thrill of this kiss, with him, right now, carrying the unmistakable mark of another. As the intensity increased, we embraced, passionately duelling with our tongues, and I realized my lust seemed to ignite him, further reinforcing my decision.

He kissed splendidly; he learned well with Mamta and Lalita, more than he admitted. Despite the awkwardness, he knew how to make out. Our soft kisses lingered before fully embracing the intimacy. His subtleness revealed he craved my touch. We inched forward, closing the distance until our bodies joined. Still, his hands were on my waist.

"मयूरी, तू स्वर्गातली अप्सरा आहेस," he whispered between those soft kisses. "Mayuri, you are a maiden from the heavens."

"पहिल्यांदा पाहिलं तेव्हापासून तू मला हवी होतीस. मला नाही वाटलं या जन्मी तुझा स्पर्श अनुभवायला मिळेल." "From the very first moment, I wanted you, but I didn't think I could touch you in this life."

I blushed. It was this fascination that drew me. I kissed him and shared my tongue. With delicate strokes, he felt and slowly sealed my lips. It was our first kiss, and circumstances happened the way a cuckold would have wished. It's no wonder in the Journey series he makes Mayuri accept the proposal at the stroke of midnight on a New Year.

Sanjay noted my breath but attributed it to drinking tea. He remembers our first kiss rather fondly and was surprised to learn that I rimmed and swallowed his neighbor's semen moments before.

His obliviousness fueled my lust. I pushed him back on the bench, straddled him and continued our kissing, grinding my pelvis against his bulge. Enthralled, he refused to stop, and when I drew back, he began necking and showered my breasts with kisses. He didn't note the scent as he pushed his nose into my cleavage and even licked.

His obsession stirred me. We kept our distance and that separation fueled our ardor. He licked my nipples over the cloth, making me shudder. I panted as he took it in his mouth and sucked. I got into the scissor position and ground my pelvis against his bulge. He couldn't last more than a minute.

Later that night, at Kishore bhai's place, the comment about Sanjay liking cream inflated Kishore bhai's ego. He didn't realize there was a backstory but knew we both thought of him as quite virile, as evidenced by the used condoms that Sanjay sometimes fetched from his dustbin to amuse us.

Sanjay stood firm, with a frozen, polite smile on his face. My casually dismissing him as just a 'young boy' suitable for 'eating that cream' hit him hard. His chest tightened while stomaching such humiliation. Even that early in our relationship, I pushed his buttons by defining his role in front of a 'real man' who could produce more. He watched numbly as his neighbor fed the cake from his fingers and blatantly touched my lips. When I ordered him to fetch the knife, he felt like a servant while we stepped out. It was yet another of those unspoken rules: when the alpha courts your woman, you keep your distance and do what's expected of you. He took a couple of minutes to return with the knife.

Meanwhile, we passionately kissed on the balcony. My boldness enamored him. "मयूरी, तुम अजूबा हो. मैं तुम्हारी माँ के साथ और एक मयूरी पैदा करना चाहता हूँ." "Mayuri, you are awesome! I want to help your mother give birth to yet another Mayuri."

Nothing was taboo; maybe he claimed his own mother too. My mother was quite young: she was only 17 when she had me. I saw him appreciating her once, although he swore he preferred me. She was shorter and more defined, a petite Indian woman compared to my voluptuous frame.

"हाँ, और फिर उस पर भी चढ़ोगे ना?" I said. "And then you would mount her too?"

Inseminating women fascinated him. He insisted on fucking bareback, as he felt it was unnatural otherwise. Sex had to be natural and spontaneous or it loses its allure. Couples who indulge only in their bed and at set times risk losing interest. I enjoyed taking his potent seed, and that's why Kalpana prescribed the contraceptive pills.

Years later, we realized it was a pivotal moment in our journey. Sanjay wasn't aware but seemed at ease. Our first kiss was special, and I remember him telling me how besotted he was with me that evening. That episode impressed me; it validated my decision to cuckold him. It shattered my demure, innocent image, and he noticed my lust for the first time. We were on the terrace for thirty minutes, kissing for twenty. That evening, I teased him about his inability to last poetically.

That evening was etched in our minds, and we thought nothing else would outdo it. But the following one, we were at Ranjan's place.

Chapter 17: Mayuri's Musings--Sanjay's Birthday at Ranjan's Place

Ranjan invited us to celebrate Sanjay's birthday. Against our better judgment, we agreed. Sanjay wasn't comfortable, but he didn't fuss. Socializing with Ranjan was a bad idea; he was infatuated with me and made several passes.

He lived in a dilapidated chawl that had common toilets per floor. His building had the sort of terrace that Sanjay described in the Malti series, and that evening, or rather late at night, it was specially reserved for us.

I meticulously prepared. It was odd since I didn't dress up to entice men, although I changed my ways. Kishore bhai preferred me in my natural state, while Ranjan appreciated finer things.

I chose a modern salwar-kameez with a short, sleeveless kurta, fancy earrings, bangles, a nose stud, and a small bindi (decorative mark worn on the forehead). I travelled to the parlor that afternoon. I didn't mull, but it seemed I had overdone it. I intended to shock, to elicit a response.

Sanjay drooled and suggested that we should celebrate elsewhere. He had seen me dressed immaculately during the Diwali festival and praised my beauty. I wondered what he thought of taking his girlfriend to Ranjan's dressed seductively. Noticing my hesitation, he didn't insist, and we didn't alter our plans.

Ascending the stairs, Sanjay's look told me he was not happy.

"काय झालं? तू आतापासून का रडतो?" I said. "What happened? Why are you already crying?"

"नाही आवडत ग तो मला," he said. "I don't like him."

"हो मला सुद्धा नाही आवडत," I added. "पण असतात काही नातेवाईक ज्यांना आपण सहन करतो. नाही का?" "Me too. But we tolerate some relatives. Right?"

"आज किती वेळ लागेल त्याला माझ्या जवळ यायला?" I playfully asked as we ascended the last flight. "How much time would he need to come close today?"

"आज तो तुला चिकटून असेल," he exhaled. "He would cling to you today."

"का रे? तू नाही का चिकटणार?" I smiled. "Why? Wouldn't you be clinging?"

We were familiar with his dominant ways and knew once he started monopolizing, there was little we could do. Our only hope was my resistance or Swapna's skillful diversion.

"लगेच तुझ्या तोंडात तोंड घालून बोलेल," he said. "Almost immediately, he would bring his face close to yours and talk."

I giggled.

"हो ते तर आहे," I said. "पण त्यात नवीन काय?" "Of course, but that's not new."

"तुला आणि नवीन काय हवं आहे?" He asked, puzzled. "What novelty do you need?"

"म्हणजे नवीन होणार की नाही आपण पैज लावू शकतो," I said. "I mean, we could wager."

As we went up, he said, "सगळ्यांसमोर करतो. बघू त्याच्या आईसमोर करतो का?" "He does it openly. Let's see if he does it in front of his mother."

He took it as a challenge, and our wicked minds engaged.

"काही पण हा?" I smiled. "आईसमोर चढतो नाही म्हणाला?" "What an outlandish thing to say. I suppose you could have also said he would fuck in front of his mother."

Sanjay smiled.

"समझा केलं तर? आणि त्यांनी तिच्यासमोर माझ्या तोंडात तोंड घालून बोलला तर?" "What if he does? Talk to me that way in front of his mother?"

"तर काय? काही नाही?" He giggled. "Then what? Nothing?"

"फटू आहेस तू," I challenged. "You are just a wimp."

The conversation absorbed us, and we didn't realize when we turned towards Ranjan's room.

Sanjay whispered, "तू बोल मग?" "Why don't you suggest it?"

"आज त्याला फ्री पास द्यावा का?" I said, rolling my tongue against my cheek. "Should we give him a free pass today?"

We reached Ranjan's flat before he could react. Swapna invited us in.

His flat was smaller than Sanjay's, with only one room the size of 10 x 12 feet. The only blessing was two enormous windows that overlooked a busy main street, allowing for plenty of light. To the left was the kitchen counter, next to a small washroom. A small divan sat opposite a small TV by the window on the other side. The attic above the kitchen and washroom had some storage space. That was it. Ranjan's older brother was in the army and occasionally stayed.

Ranjan was not home. It allowed time for pleasantries. While his mother engaged Sanjay in small talk, Swapna partially pulled the curtain with practiced ease that separated the kitchen and washroom from the main living room--an unspoken signal understood well by the three women present in the room. The door was on the kitchen side, so anyone entering would enter that area; it allowed privacy by separating this into two areas. Swapna put a utensil on the stove to make tea, as it was common for folks to offer tea to their guests. Ranjan's mother sat quietly on an old divan as she politely conversed with Sanjay. Just a foot away, the thin curtain hung, offering an illusion of privacy.

It was perhaps my fourth or fifth visit, although Swapna always tried to drag me to his place. Yet, even these brief periods seemed enough. Just as I settled in, the heavy sounds of his footsteps announced his arrival. Ranjan was there. He entered, and immediately his gaze locked onto me, sweeping up and down with a familiar intensity. Despite trying my best, a nervous flutter started deep inside my chest. His boyish smile could charm anyone. He hardly noticed Swapna, who stood by my side.

He moved closer; his enormous frame dominated the small room. His distinctive scent, warm and earthy, with the raw masculinity of his breath, hinting of tea, hit me. My instincts screamed for distance, but he was already close.

He handed the bag to Swapna, who took it and inspected it. He stepped closer, ignoring their presence, who seemed to melt into the background. He leaned in, his voice low, almost a growl, in contrast to Sanjay's timid manner, "तू विचारलं बाबांना?" "Did you ask your father?"

His eyes lingered a moment too long.

He wanted to intern at our office as he wanted to get into that business.

"हो," I smiled. "आणि त्यांनी हो म्हटलं." "Yes. And he agreed."

"थँक्स, मयुरी," he said, confidently leaning forward. "Thanks, Mayuri."

My instinct urged me to step back and distance myself, but somehow I froze, and as Sanjay suspected, he brought his face perilously close to mine. "अरे मयुरी, तुझ्याशी बोलायचं आहे." "Hey, Mayuri, I need to talk to you."

His breath hit me, and I detected his sweat that became his hallmark. He dashed up four stories despite being overweight and was breathing hard.

"का रे? काय झालं?" I said, looking up. "Why? What happened?"

It emboldened him, and he inched forward. And now our lips were only inches apart. He put his hand on my shoulder and casually slid past, continuing to linger on my body as it finally landed on the small of my back, and murmured, directly on my face, "स्वप्ना समोर नको." "Not in front of Swapna."

His rough hand felt unexpectedly warm against my skin and sent an involuntary shiver through me. My heart thudded wildly inside my chest as his contact felt invasive and yet ignited a strange sensation, with a familiar warmth spreading slowly in my belly. This reaction my rational mind could not control: a raw, involuntary one to his proximity, scent, and his bold touch.

As I stood there, shifting, I subtly hinted to him to mind his manners. I wondered if Sanjay noticed how comfortably he intruded my space and how he imposed. His hand on my waist wasn't just physical; it was a claim. His audacity thrilled part of me, by the power of it. But another part felt exposed, like a tornado swept me away, with no control.

It was in these charged moments that I felt his charm. Such spells began chipping away at my reservations, setting the stage for my transformation.

A fleeting glimpse at Sanjay confirmed his eyes were on us. He saw. He knew. I felt a perverse thrill knowing it all happened in front of him. He subtly shifted as he tried to adjust his hard-on, trying to conceal his arousal. Is that all? I wondered. Just him courting me in front of everyone caused discomfort; what would happen when he mounted me in this tiny flat?

I nervously nodded and stood my ground, as uncomfortable as it was at that moment. His aroma overran my nostrils, and his breath alerted me how close he stood despite the setting.

Having emptied the contents, Swapna turned to us silently, clearly aware. Instead of wishing Sanjay; he continued to hang out with me. The three of us chatted by the counter, but he mainly focused on me; my preparation wasn't in vain. His hand gently rested on my waist as he spoke. My eyes would turn to Swapna frequently to see if she objected. It was intense, as he didn't even acknowledge Sanjay's presence. Surely, Sanjay was having difficulty hiding his arousal, and just as was expected, he said nothing and didn't move either. And I wondered if his eyes were burning a large hole through Ranjan's hand that comfortably rested against my naked lower back. The unspoken rule was at play again: when the alpha courts your woman, you keep your distance and presume that's expected of you. That's how he behaved in Kishore bhai's presence; perhaps he was seeing the same aura in Ranjan that evening and maybe coming to terms with his cuckold nature.

Ranjan whispered to Swapna as she poured the tea. He didn't wait and grabbed his cup right away while she served the tea to them. As I picked mine, she stopped me and swapped it with his. Hinting with her eyes, she urged me to stay put. It was a subtle gesture that made me uncomfortable with the dynamics.

His eyes that were transfixed on me didn't notice that, but as she stepped out, locking eyes with him, she conveyed as if she understood. And when he pulled the curtain close, it was time for me to understand his bold intentions.

It was a brazen act as they sat only a few feet away, but the closed door provided a fairly private setting. He didn't ask; he assumed. This wasn't a request for privacy but a declaration of ownership. This wasn't just talking; this was an invitation... a claim. In his home... in front of everyone. How can he be so bold? How can I let it happen?

It was his unspoken rule: my place was with him; Sanjay was secondary. As my eyes quickly roved, I saw a familiar grin dancing on his mother's lips, watching her son's impudence. Sanjay's jaw dropped as he adjusted his hard-on. When Ranjan claimed me in front of his mother, that aroused him? Even as the curtain closed, I could imagine his eyes on me, trying to watch through the thin fabric and imagine what Ranjan would do. It terrified and thrilled me the same time.

Swapna was to occupy them while he charmed me. The air inside thickened with anticipation. The small space dulled the sounds from the other side and instead amplified my wildly beating heart. His large frame overwhelmed the tiny space and my frame.

He confidently pushed his hand on my back and, leaning forward, whispered, "तू काय झकास दिसतेस ग." "You look amazing!"

A shiver ran through me as he stepped forward. As he pulled me closer and my back hit the counter, he breathed right on my ear, and his hand tantalizingly slid down, settling on my waist. My tensed muscles screamed to pull away and run, but my feet froze as did I. His scent and touch dissolved my resolve. I surrendered... to the taboo, to him... knowing Sanjay watched.

He exhaled, heavily, "तू इथे माझ्यासोबत आणि छान दिसतेस. अगदी मी कल्पना केल्याप्रमाणे." "You look more amazing pressed here against me. Just like I imagined."

I nervously smiled, tacitly approving.

"आणि ही छोटी कंबर..." he murmured, pressing his thumb slightly against my waist. "परफेक्ट... तू माल आहेस." "And your tiny waist... Perfect... You are hot."

"जिभेला आवर," I whispered. "Mind your language."

Sipping the tea, I met his eyes. His impudence left me speechless; Sanjay stood no chance.

"आणि आता तू इथे आहेस... क्षणभरासाठी फक्त माझी," he exhaled on my face as I looked into his eyes directly. "And you are here with me... at least for a moment completely mine."

There was the claim. I was trapped, cornered, and his possession, at least for now. He proved Sanjay wrong; there wasn't a stronger way of claiming a woman, I thought.

"तू अद्भुत दिसतेस..." He continued his flattery. "जवळून अगदी तेजस्वी... आईने म्हणाल्याप्रमाणे तुझा चेहरा तेजस्वी आहे..." "You look wonderful... Very bright up close... Your face is glowing, just like my mother said..."

I looked away, flushed, while he, with his youthful charm, continued to confidently ogle. Boldly, he took the cup from my hand and gently caressed my back, pulling me forward. Lowering his voice, he whispered, "म्हणत होती, मयुरीशी लग्न केलं तर मुलं गोरी होतील." "She said marrying Mayuri would give you fair children."

"इश्य," I blushed. "पुरे आता." "Enough now."

He, disregarding them, lifted my chin and, bringing his face close, asked, "तुला काय वाटतंय?" "What do you think?"

"काय चाललं आहे?" I replied, pushing his hand away. "What's happening?"

"कसं शक्य आहे हे?" I was flustered. "How is it possible?"

"हो ना?," he exhaled. "लग्न तर संजयशी करणार ना?" "That's right. You will marry Sanjay, right?"

"पण त्यासाठी लग्नाची काय गरज?" "But why do we have to marry for that?"

"हलकट," I huffed. "Rascal."

I tried pushing him away, but he pulled me back, like an elastic band. It was awkward. It was clear what he desired, but his recklessness scared me. He felt my forearm and slid his fingers up my arm, feeling my soft, pale skin.

"काय करतोस?" I muttered, pulling back my hand. "What are you doing?"

His daring petrified me, and he grabbed my arm, pulling me in. Our lips were only inches apart as he calmly said, "बघ स्वप्नाची सुद्धा हरकत नाही." "Look, even Swapna doesn't mind."

"पुरे," I said, looking away. "Enough."

I couldn't move back as both his hands were on my waist as he gently squeezed and pulled closer. It was intense. We stood only 2 feet away on the other side but couldn't hear them. His audacity blew my mind. He exhaled on my nose and lips, waiting for approval. My breath hitched while my heart pounded wildly inside. I felt the familiar surge of lust invade. Here? Now? With him? The lack of space, with others just a few feet away felt suffocating.

"तू आता अति करतोस," I said, looking at him. "This is too much."

"हो, पण तुला हवं आहे ना?" He said. "Yes, but you want it, right?"

"तुझ्या बाईल्या बॉयफ्रेंडने अजून तुला हात सुद्धा लावला नसणार," he said. "Your effeminate boyfriend may not have even touched you."

His words stung, not because they were true but because he felt entitled to say it, to dismiss Sanjay so easily. This was another of his unspoken rules: Sanjay's feelings didn't matter.

I stared at him and wondered where he gained such confidence. He had the balls to make an indecent proposal to a beautiful woman like me. Our gently parted lips were only inches apart, and we seemed comfortable breathing. He drooled, with his lust-filled eyes taking in my beauty.

"तुझे ओठ किती सुंदर आहेत," he muttered. "Your lips are so beautiful."

He reached for them, but I evaded. He didn't insist, but our eyes tangoed.

"नथ छान दिसते ग," he said. "Nose stud looks good."

My blushing let him know I felt naked then. I never wore nose rings or studs, so it was unmistakable. I thought, even Swapna must have realized my apparent intention to seduce Ranjan by coming so dolled up.

"लग्नात मोत्यांची नथ घालशील ना?" "You will wear a pearl nose ring for your wedding, right?"

He exhaled, inspecting my beautiful but stunned countenance. Silence reigned, as if the others had lowered their voices to whisper to not disturb the couple's romance.

Wearing a nose ring was common for Marathi brides. I wore it only during festivals and weddings, but he loved them and insisted that Swapna wear a nose stud regularly.

"तसल्या नथी आवडतात मला," he whispered. "ज्या ओठांपर्यंत येतात." "I like such nose rings--the ones that partially cover lips."

He brazenly planted his fat finger on my lips, showing the imaginary position it would reach. I looked away, avoiding his eyes as his finger lingered. He didn't hurry and acted like he had all the time in the world. Did his arrogant act set the tone of the evening or of my life with him? Was this normal at his place? Did he entice other engaged women here this way?

He brought his lips right above mine and whispered, "किस करायला मजा येईल ना?" "It would be fun to kiss."

He bathed me with his lust, and even my lips quivered as he exhaled. The heat fueled our desires. My lips patiently waited for his even as my mind wavered. Just as he moved forward, I turned my face. "नको रे. संजयला नाही आवडणार." "Don't. Sanjay won't like it."

His lips landed on my cheek at the corner of my mouth.

"आवडत ग त्याला," he whispered. "उगाच का आपल्याला संधी देतो." "He likes it. Why do you think he gives us chances?"

His breath intoxicated me. It ravaged my senses, fueling the fire raging inside. My lips quivered as our eyes met. I didn't see a dark, filthy pig; I saw a man oozing masculinity.

"काही पण बोलतो तू," I muttered. "You talk nonsense."

"नाही आवडलं तरी सवय होईल," he confidently added. "Even if he doesn't like it, he will get used to it."

I looked away. Each moment weakened my resolve.

"तुलाही हवं आहे," he exhaled. "उगाच का अशी सजून आलीस?" "You too want it. Why would you come decked up otherwise?"

There was no pretending. My betrayal gnawed at me, and I turned my face away as he tried kissing me again. It didn't deter him from embracing me. His frame engulfed me. His chest crushed my big bust as his hands slipped down and rested on my buttocks. I felt vulnerable and at his mercy.

My physical discomfort slowly morphed into arousal. Beads of sweat formed on my upper lip as he continued to gaze at me. His chest rubbed against mine.

His hands brazenly grabbed my butt and lifted me up, pulling me in, pushing his groin against me. Feeling the unmistakable hardness of his huge member, I realized how mismatched we were. There was no way this slender body of mine could take the weight of this beast. Would Sanjay be able to smell him on me? Could he stand it? Would he crave it enough to lick it off my naked chest?

My hormones surged, and my discriminating faculties completely shut down. His large hands kneaded and squeezed my butt as he lifted and supported me. I stood almost on my toes as he hunched forward, bridging the distance between our lips. Now his mother knew how much of a slut I was. Besides, she, like Sanjay's mother, suspected my Brahmin genes and believed under the traditional veneer I was a lustful, immoral woman.

"याला रोमान्स म्हणतात," he exhaled. "असल्या घरांमध्ये असं होतं." "This is called romance. In this house, that's how it happens."

Privacy was a luxury in such tiny flats, and couples often romanced simply by pulling such curtains. One had to be content with it or forgo any intimacy. His claiming it even though everyone in the room knew that I was engaged to Sanjay accentuated the evening. I wondered how Sanjay fared on the other side, as Ranjan's act, with his mother and Swapna's grins would emasculate him.

As his hands sensually kneaded my bum and I supported myself by grabbing his collar, he awed me as he commanded authority over us all--entitled to romance Sanjay's fiancée and even fuck her in that room.

"रंजन, सोड आता," I feebly pleaded as my eyes riveted to the curtain. "Ranjan, let go of me."

"रोमान्स करताना कोणी मध्यस्थ नाही करत," he assured. "During romance no one intervenes."

"रोमान्स?" I scoffed. "Romance?"

Clearly it was far more than romance and downright scandalous to me. Sanjay was sitting on pins and needles with a painful erection as Swapna would remind him of his inadequacy to challenge Ranjan and take control.

"झवत असलो तरी," he emphasized. "Even while fucking."

I blushed, looking away as he continued to overpower me.

He was suggesting sex with me. How he controlled other women didn't go unnoticed. Realizing that had me under his spell ever since, and perhaps the seeds of my desire to be his slut were sown or perhaps took root that evening.

"स्वप्नला?" I continued, not wanting to arrest the moment. "You mean Swapna?"

"तुला पण," he exhaled on my lips. "You too."

My pussy leaked ever since I set my feet here, and I knew the gigantic member that knocked against my taut belly could fill my entire stomach and would find no resistance as it pierced the entrance. I lost any sense of balance and I was his.

"मला म्हणजे संजयच्या बायकोला?" I audaciously asked. "You mean Sanjay's wife?"

"हो," he confidently growled. "Yes."

"स्वप्ना आणि आई समोर?" I asked, parting my parched lips. "In front of Swapna and your mother?"

"त्याच्याही समोर," he emphasized. "Even in front of him."

I blushed and evaded his eyes, resigning myself to my fate. There was a moment of silence, and I felt our lips would meet, but Swapna screamed, saying she sighted a lizard, which broke our moment. We quietly exited the room while they drove out the lizard. We entered. Sanjay caught up with me and asked, "काय बोलत होता तुझ्याशी?" "What were you talking about?"

"कामा बद्दल बोलत होतो," I said. "We talked about work."

"मग त्याने पडदा का ओढला?" he asked. "Why did he pull the curtain?"

"तू बरोबर होतास; तो त्याच्या आईसमोर नाही करू शकत," I smiled. "You were right; he couldn't do it in front of his mother."

"Hmm..." he said.

Sanjay couldn't acknowledge that Ranjan claimed me in front of everyone. He fumed, and Ranjan ordering us around to carry supplies only aggravated things. It was dark, and even the terrace bulb had fused, plunging the farthest nook into complete darkness.

As Ranjan stretched, inhaling the fresh air on the top, we carried things upstairs. He held me back, saying he needed to talk. As he took that item from my hand, his hand deliberately touched mine and pulled me aside. He confidently pressed me back and placed his hand on the wall next to my face. Leaning forward, I said, "तुझं काय चाललं आहे?" "What's wrong with you?"

"काही तरी काम कर की," I pleaded. "At least do some work."

"तेच तर करतो आहे," he confidently exhaled, encroaching on my personal space. "That's what I am doing."

We separated as Sanjay brought the cake and placed it on the small table. He admonished me for being with Ranjan but didn't drag me along. Ranjan pinned me to the wall as soon as he left.

"तू अजून या बाईल्याबरोबर काय करतेस?" he blurted. "What are you still doing with this feminine being (Sanjay)?"

Sanjay was not man enough to love me or lead me in his eyes.

"तुझं पुन्हा सुरु झालं?" I retorted. "You started again?"

He didn't respond and awaited my reply.

"माझं प्रेम आहे त्याच्यावर," I explained. "आणि तो बाईल्या काही नाही. त्याला सभ्यता म्हणतात." "I love him. And he is not effeminate. That's how polite men are."

"खरंच का?" He mocked. "म्हणजे स्वतःच्या वाढदिवसावर स्वतःच्या गर्लफ्रेंडला दुसऱ्या पुरुषाबरोबर एकटं सोडून पार्टीची तयारी करणे म्हणजे सभ्यता होय?" "Really? You mean leaving your girlfriend with another man and preparing for the party is politeness?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. I couldn't disagree. Sanjay never stood up for himself and didn't shield his women from such predators. Growing up next to Kishore bhai may have taught him that these men get what they want.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer as I tried to step away. "तुला जर वाटत असेल तो तुला आज किस मागणार तर विसरून जा. सभ्य लोक हे सर्व लग्नानंतर करतात." "If you are thinking he would ask for a kiss today, then forget about it; chivalrous men only do such things after marriage."

Although we kissed the previous night, it was my initiative. Sanjay needed another year to take action.

"हात सोड हलकट," I spouted, shrugging off his hand. "Let me go, you rascal."

He spun my hand behind my back and drew me even closer.

"त्याच्यासारखा बाईल्या नाही मी?" "I am not effeminate."

He inhaled the fresh scent of my hair. As he eased his hand down, he felt the soft skin of my arm and reached for my bangles. He traced them, and they clinked as he pushed his hand past and clasped my hand, our fingers interlacing despite me resisting.

"काय सजून आली ग?" He whispered. "आईला शंका आहे. मी स्वप्नाला सोडतो की काय?" "How well are you dressed? My mother wondered if I would desert Swapna for you."

"मेल्या. कुत्र्या सोड. संजय येतो," I blurted in frustration. "You rascal. Let go of me; Sanjay is coming."

He let go, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I hit him on the shoulder and yelled, "मेल्या हात तुटला असतं तर? मनगट लाल झालं सुद्धा असेल." "Bastard, you could have broken my arm. My wrist must have reddened."

"हो का?" he said. "मग दे की किस्स म्हणजे तुझे होठ सुद्धा लाल होतील." "Really? Then why don't you give me a kiss so your lips turn red?

"Shut up," I spat, stepping away.

Sanjay sensed we stood there but didn't address him. He must have wondered what we were doing.

Ranjan made his point. The assured manner in which he violated my personal space struck a chord. His aura matured.

We cut the cake soon after, and he pushed Sanjay's buttons by swallowing the cake that I was feeding Sanjay. It happened suddenly; none of us could react. He bristled while Swapna giggled uncontrollably. I couldn't pull away as he placed his face over the cake. He grabbed my hand, and I used my other one to catch the dropping crumbs. Sanjay, too, giggled, realizing the comic situation as we struggled to save the cake, although it lasted only a few seconds.

His eyes manifested his intentions; I blushed and surrendered. He licked my fingers suggestively and bit with obvious intention to elicit a response. I yelped, cursing him, "हलकट मेल्या." "You scoundrel."

Pulling away, I instinctively put it in my mouth. I shared the cake with him while tasting his saliva. Sanjay saw but didn't object, and I cleaned my fingers with a napkin.

Swapna served us cake as we settled down. Ranjan went to get liquor, and Swapna left after tidying up. We sat on the makeshift bed where he usually slept. As it creaked, the thoughts of him mounting me on that smelly, old, creaky bed inundated my mind.

Sanjay sat oblivious. It was the bed where Ranjan fucked his women: it stank of sweat and their sex.

I asked Sanjay, "आज रंजनला फ्री पास आहे की नाही?" "Does Ranjan have a free pass today?"

"काय?" "What?"

"तुला काय वाटतं?" I smiled. "What do you think?"

Men can be vain, and sometimes his vanity was flagrantly obvious. Still, he had no problem admitting his follies later.

"विथआऊट तिकीट जाण्याराला पासची काय गरज?" he said. "For someone who travels without a ticket, what is the need for a pass?"

He joked, but it was a profound statement.

"खरं आहे," I smiled. "नाही तरी वाटेल तेव्हा आणि वाटेल तिथे हात लावतो." "That's true. He anyway touches me whenever and wherever he wants."

"आज पुन्हा चान्स मारत होता का?" he asked. "Why? Was he trying something today?"

He seemed unconcerned, enjoying his cake.

"मग? त्याशिवाय राहू शकतो का?" I said. "Of course. Can he resist that?"

"कुठे?" he asked. "Where?"

"अरे तिथेच," I casually replied. "Right there."

"कुठे?" "Where?"

"रूममध्ये," I said, gulping my cake. "In the room."

"काय?" "What?"

It stunned him to learn Ranjan tried his tricks behind the curtain. I put another piece on his plate, saying, "केक छान आहे ना?" "The cake is nice, right?"

"मयुरी, तू सांगितलं नाही?" he asked. "Mayuri, you didn't tell me."

"त्यात काय सांगायचं," I retorted. "तुझ्या समोर त्यानी पडदा ओढला नाही का?" "What is there to say? Didn't he pull the curtain in front of you?"

"असल्या घराणं मध्ये पडदा ओढून रोमान्स करतात," I said. "In such houses, men romance their women by pulling the curtains."

He understood but felt too weak to stop. Although he harbored cuckold tendencies, he didn't take Ranjan's domineering ways kindly.

"म्हणजे त्यानी आई समोर केला आणि नाही सुद्धा," he said. "That means he did and also didn't do it in front of her."

"अजूनही शंका आहे?" I muttered. "You still have doubts?"

"आई समोर जवायला हवं होत का?" I said. "Should he have fucked me in front of his mother?"

"काय बोलते मयुरी?" he said, stupefied. "What are you saying?"

"आई समोर पडदा ओढतो म्हणजे तो तुझ्या गर्लफ्रेंड सेडूस करू शकतो नाही का?" I explained. "If he can pull the curtain in front of his mother, then he can seduce your girlfriend, right?"

This unnerved Sanjay and it shook him awake. He paused, and then, clearing his throat, he asked, "पडद्या मागे काय झालं?" "Then what were you doing inside?"

"रोमान्स," I said. "Seduction."

Sanjay dreaded what I implied. Sexual angst fueled his desire to be a cuckold, but his hatred of Ranjan pricked him.

"म्हणजे?" he asked. "What do you mean?"

Leaning in, I placed my hand on his thigh right next to his crotch.

"अरे म्हणजे, तो माझी स्तुती करत होता आणि जवळ घेऊन गोड बोलत होता," I exhaled on his mouth. "I mean, he praised my beauty and spoke of taking advantage of the privacy."

His sexual anxiety materialized when he learned Ranjan didn't miss an opportunity and announced his candidacy to cuckold him. We had discussed these men's sexual interest and their attempts to woo me. He saw me transform and how I made myself available to his neighbor. His neighbor rarely observed decorum, and hence it was better it happened in his room. He even gave me space to bond with him. That we would be in a polyandrous relationship was clear even though we hadn't spoken about it.

"म्हणजे तो डुक्कर तुझ्या मागे लागला?" He muttered. "So that pig is after you now?"

"हो," I sensually sighed, pushing my hand further and fondling his crotch. "रानडुक्कर म्हण. एकदा माघे लागला की चढे पर्यंत सोडणार नाही." "Yes. He is a wild boar. Once he chases you, he won't yield until he mounts."

How animals mated fascinated me, as apparent when we talked. He could imagine Kishore bhai as the lion of a pride without explanation. The mental picture of him mounting women (lionesses) as they came into heat was crystal clear.

It wasn't the same with Ranjan, as they both hated each other. Ranjan thought of him as a wimp, while Sanjay considered him to be a dirty pig, a sloth, and a perpetual womanizer. He never believed Ranjan had meaningful career prospects. He was right, but Ranjan could suck up to anyone, a highly desirable trait in the circles he operated in.

Besides, his Dalit origins and my Chitpavan roots made it a taboo and added to the allure.

"जवळ ओढलं म्हणजे काय केलं?" He asked; his voice trembled. "What do you mean when you say he pulled you in?"

"मिठीत घेतला मला," I said. "He embraced me."

"​​आणि तू काही नाही म्हणाली?" he asked. "What did you say?"

"असल्या वेळी कोणी काही बोलतं का?" I said, feeling his bulge. "Does anyone talk then?"

My lips were on his; he tried to kiss me, but I pushed forward and whispered in his ear, "मी भयंकर तापली होती." "I was very horny."

I nibbled his earlobe and squeezed his bulge firmly.

We heard them come up, so we helped them with the supplies. Ranjan flashed his favorite liquor and poured some, but Sanjay abhorred drinking. He quickly gulped one down and climbed on the roof. Swapna poured some and offered it to me. Feeling rather brash, I gulped it down.

Ranjan urged, but it seemed risky to join him as he stood on the tallest part of the roof. He commanded Swapna as usual, "अरे स्वप्ना, बर्फ आण ना." "Swapna, can you get some ice?"

Refrigerators weren't common those days, so ice was a precious commodity, and one they had to get from neighbors. Swapna and I left while Sanjay stayed up by himself. She pulled me closer, her voice a low murmur barely audible above the sounds of the party filtering down, "तुझ्या बॉयफ्रेंडला काहीच नाही कळत ग?" "Your boyfriend is naïve."

It wasn't a question requiring an answer. Her eyes, glinting in the dim light, conveyed an understanding--Sanjay's helplessness, Ranjan's brazenness.

"तो रंजन सारखा धूर्त नाही ग," I said. "Of course, he isn't manipulative like Ranjan."

"हो पण तू हुशार आहेस की," she said. "तुला कळतंय नव्ह?" "But you are smart, right? You understand, don't you?"

"मी काय करणार? तुझ्या बॉयफ्रेंडचा नेहमी असा आणि माझ्या बॉयफ्रेंडचा असा," I said. "What could I do? Your boyfriend's (penis) is always like this, and mine is like this."

I showed Ranjan's erect cock by holding my right elbow with my left hand and pointing my right hand up. And for Sanjay, I showed holding my right wrist and dropping my palm as my fingers curved down.

I only realized later that I ridiculed my boyfriend. It's true, as Ranjan was a sex maniac while Sanjay hesitated to touch me. Swapna used it to imply her boyfriend was well-hung. That piqued my interest, but his fervency convinced me of his virility.

She laughed and covered her mouth, grinning ear to ear. Her glow belied she beamed to land an unusually gifted man. Ranjan had his shortcomings, known as a bully and a jerk. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have entertained him.

Swapna didn't mind sharing her intimate details, but I remained cautious. She knew my errant ways with the Malayali boy and his cousin from school days. Post puberty our friendship matured, and we spoke about sex, but after we found our lovers, we somehow became reserved.

"ते खरं आहे," she blushed. "पण तू सुद्धा उत्तेजित होतेस की. म्हणून तुला पाहून त्याची लाळ टपकत असते." "That's true. You too get aroused. No wonder he salivates when seeing you."

Ranjan's lust blazed for all to see. He always practiced tempting women, so rejections hardly mattered. Sanjay attempted nothing he was unsure of. Still, his approach matured, and he seemed self-assured.

"संजयला समजावं," she said as we entered their flat. "Educate Sanjay."

"का त्याला सुद्धा हेच हवं आहे?" She added, lowering her voice. "Or does he desire it too?"

"काही पण बोलतेस तू," I slapped her butt. "You talk nonsense."

We chatted with his mother as we cleaned, but our eyes spoke volumes as I blushed and grinned.

"आल्यापासून तुझ्या मागे एका सेक्स वेड्या कुत्र्यासारखे लागला आहे," she whispered. "Ever since you arrived, he chases you like a sex-crazed dog."

She continued with a hint of pride in her voice. "त्याला दररोज लागते. आणि खरं सांगायचं तर, तुही कामुक आहेस. मग का नखरे करते?" she whispered. "He needs it every day, and honestly you too are lusty. Why this charade?"

Our conversations centered on his interests and allowing him a few liberties, but never sex. It awakened me, but I remember my pussy moistening and my lips twitching as I tried to conceal my anxiety by shutting my mouth.

My flushed face made it obvious, but she added, "माझी काही हरकत नाही." "I don't mind."

"तुझ्या जिभेला काय आहे?" I blurted. "Can't you think before speaking?"

His mother sensed we were up to no good, but Swapna led me out, saying I caught a stomach bug. We giggled as she led me to the common toilets for the floor.

Swapna fetched me a soap and towel to freshen up. As I patted my face with the towel, she offered me water.

"हे घे," she said. "Take this."

I was about to drink when she stopped me, "खारट पाणी आहे." "It's salt water."

She whispered, "फ्रेश वाटेल. रंजनलाही आवडेल." "You will feel fresh. Even Ranjan will like it."

We were close and helped each other this way, but her imploring to please Ranjan was new. My instinctive dismissal let her know I didn't approve.

"नखरे नको करू," she said. "Don't act."

I complied. There was unnerving silence for a few minutes as we ignored each other. I checked myself in the mirror involuntarily. Swapna pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and whispered, "छान दिसतेस." "You look great."

Her calm demeanor unsettled me.

"बघू?" she said, lifting my chin. "Let me see."

I parted my lips so she could smell my breath.

"ठीक आहे. आता फक्त..." "Good. Now we only..."

She removed the scarf that covered my bust. I thought she was rearranging it, but she didn't, and inspecting my bust, she opened a few buttons to show cleavage.

"स्वप्ना, काय करते तू?" I blushed. "Swapna, what are you doing?"

Her touch was firm. She asked, her voice low and knowing, "तुम्ही अजून किस नाही ना केला?" "You haven't kissed yet, right?"

Her words lingered with expectation. I froze. I didn't know who she was talking about: Ranjan or Sanjay? I admonished myself for doubting, but Swapna didn't judge and only said, "वाटलं होतं." "Thought so."

"पंच वर्षी योजना असेल ना?" She smiled. "It would be a 5-year plan, right?"

That Sanjay was slow and deliberate was obvious; she grasped why he hesitated. I divulged as little as necessary. She knew me well, so she took nothing I said at face value.

"रंजनला फक्त एकच माहित: वर चढायचं आणि ओतायचं," she whispered. "Ranjan only knows two things: to mount and deposit."

She regaled us with his exploits and shared some scandalous details. I giggled, but the sexual undercurrent gave away my nervousness. She stood back and looked at me as if she admired her work. She smiled as her gaze lingered on the naked skin of my chest.

"तुझी कायापालट दिसते सर्वांना, माहीत आहे का?" she said, lowering her voice. "Everyone has noticed your transformation; do you know that?"

"याला म्हणतात तयार होणे," she said as she showed me in the mirror. "That's how you get ready."

There was no hiding anymore, as it was clear what she prepared me for.

"आई विचारत होती," she added. "संजयची हरकत नाही वाटतं." "His mother was asking, 'It seems Sanjay doesn't mind.'"

"काय?" I was stunned. "What?"

"तू अशी सजून आली, आणि काय वाटणार?" she said. "संजयचं सर्वांच्या लक्षात आलं आहे." "Of course, if you come dressed up, what else would she think? Besides, everyone comprehends Sanjay now."

His mother saw through him, and she knew Ranjan took after his father. She warned Swapna, but she resigned herself to her fate.

During one of my earlier trips, his mother asked me, "माझ्या पोराला तू आवडते. करशील लग्न?" "My son likes you. Would you marry him?"

It was inconsiderate as she knew both Swapna and I were engaged and Swapna's affair was several months old. Fair skin was a distinct advantage in this bigoted world, and having a fair-skinned daughter-in-law meant having fairer grandchildren.

My blush and shaking head let her know her idea failed to interest me. It happened soon after Sanjay and I started going steady, so even the thoughts of cuckolding him didn't appear in my mind. However, just like Sanjay's mother, she too understood that destiny had something else in store for me. She was astute and spoke like Sanjay's mother.

Noticing I dismissed her proposal, she smiled. "तुमची नवीन पिढी. आमच्या वेळी बायकांचे दोनच काम. एक म्हणजे घर आणि मुलं सांभाळणे आणि..." "Yours is a new generation. In our times, a woman only had two duties. One was to take care of the house and children and..."

"दुसरे म्हणजे रात्रीची कामे," she added, lowering her voice. "Other was nocturnal activities."

I knew her and spoke to her about other subjects but this change surprised me. I could only blush, not understanding what she implied. It was only the two of us, as both Ranjan and Swapna stepped out to take care of something. I was preparing tea for us and we stood by the kitchen platform. I evaded her eyes as a playful smile continued to linger on my lips.

"यात काही नवीन नाही," she said. "पण स्वप्ना म्हणजे नुसतं पालमौलीन तेल. माझ्या पोराला आवडतंय साजूक तूप." "Nothing new in this. But Swapna is like palmolein oil. And my boy likes pure ghee."

"इश्य," I blushed. "काय हे काकी. होणाऱ्या सुनांबद्दल असं बोलता?" "Shush... What is this, aunty? You speak like that about your prospective daughter-in-law."

I couldn't believe she said it, but she was an authoritative woman and knew how to make her voice heard in this male-dominated world. Besides, bringing up someone like Ranjan was not a job for timid women.

"तुझ्या बद्दल बोलते मी पोरे," she retorted. "I am talking about you, kiddo."

"असलं साजूक तूप आहेस," she said as she pinched my chin, inspecting my beautiful face, and in her traditional gesture cast away evil eyes. "You are the purest ghee."

Her straightforward demeanor perturbed me. Both Sanjay's and Ranjan's mothers were practical and didn't mind speaking openly, even though I felt Ranjan's mother spoke far more ominously.

"साजूक तूप सर्वाना नाही झेपत. रोज रोज तर नाहीच," she continued. "माझ्या पोराला त्याच्याशिवाय चालत नाही." "Not everyone can stomach pure ghee. Definitely not every day. And my son can't do without it."

I blushed, realizing how openly she championed for her son, explicitly saying Swapna didn't fit well. Swapna had no doubts and made elaborate plans about marrying Ranjan. She rationalized his errant tendencies by saying such men need variety and conventional constraints didn't apply.

"ब्राह्मणांच्या घरी दिवसा यज्ञ अति उत्तम पण रात्रीचे यज्ञ एका फुसफुसणाऱ्या अनारासारखे असतात," she added. "The daytime yagna at Brahmin's place are superlative, but the nighttime ones are lackluster."

I was speechless as she openly hinted that nocturnal activities at a Brahmin's place lacked pizzazz. This bigotry existed, and we had become immune to it. I calmly poured tea, ignoring what she implied. We sat in the living room, sipping on our tea as the silence settled. She had made her point, and not much deliberation was needed. That's why Ranjan's comment about fair children didn't shock me.

"संजय ठीक आहे," she said. "पण तुझ्यासाठी अयोग्य आहे." "Sanjay is okay. But he is unfit for you."

"का काकी?" I asked, not wanting to appear aloof. "Why?"

"अभ्यासू मुलं प्रगतिशील असतात," she said, and then, lowering her voice, added, "पण रात्रीच्या यज्ञा साठी ते अयोग्य असतात." "Studious boys are progressive. But they are not suitable for the nightly yagnas (nocturnal activities)."

She didn't mince words. I was sweating, realizing she had no intention of backing off. I pretended to clear my throat but couldn't hide my discomfort. She leaned towards me and, putting her hand on my thigh, said, "स्त्रियां मध्ये स्पष्ट असलेलं बरं." "It's better to be clear between women."

His mother had a tall, lanky, imposing personality. He had taken after her and seemed to be similar even in his bold and dominating demeanor.

"का?" I mumbled. "Why?"

"योग्य सामग्री नसते," she confidently exhaled. "Lack of suitable equipment."

I couldn't take it anymore, and even in my discomfort, I spilled some tea on my dress. I made an excuse and rushed out without giving her a chance to interrupt. She grinned, realizing that I was an untouched flower bud who wasn't aware of the power she could wield over men.

I visited his place a few more times but kept my distance from her, and over time her behavior normalized. But my reluctance to counter her emboldened her.

During one of those visits, she admonished me. "काय हे मयुरी? तुला स्त्री होण्याचा अभिमान नाही का?" "What is this, Mayuri? Aren't you proud to be a woman?"

"आहेस एकाद्या नटी सारखी," she urged. "मग कपडे का ग असे?" "You look like an actress but chose such mundane clothes."

My bland clothing was the talk of the college until my transformation began after Kishore bhai took my virginity. Until then I never felt the urge to impress anyone, but with him and Ranjan, it felt natural. Perhaps her words played on my mind as I prepared for this, and no wonder she noted the transformation. However, I was curious what she implied about Sanjay.

"लक्षात आलं?" I quizzed Swapna. "What do they understand?"

"मग?" she said, lowering her voice. "रंजनने पडदा ओढला आणि तो काही बोलला नाही; जागेहून हलला नाही." "Of course. Ranjan pulled the curtain, and he didn't say or do anything."

I misunderstood the gravity of his act. With it, he got a free license to seduce me. I was curious about what happened while Ranjan exercised his privilege on the other side. Looking at my puzzlement, she said, "कोणी इथे मठ्ठ नाही." "No one is stupid here."

"तुला म्हणायचं काय?" I asked. "What do you want to say?"

"म्हणायचं काय? स्पष्ट आहे, नाही का?" She frowned. "What is there to say? Isn't it all clear?"

"स्पष्ट बोल," I urged. "Speak openly."

"संजयला आवडतं हे सर्व; त्याची काही हरकत नसणार," she whispered. "Sanjay likes this. He won't mind."

I looked at her crossly. Ranjan's mother stepped in, and we stopped feeling uncomfortable carrying on in her presence.

"स्वप्ना, तू वाटेल ते बोलते," I whispered as we left. "You talk utter nonsense these days."

"बोलायला काय राहिलं?" she said. "पडद्यामागे काय चाललं होतं हे सर्वांना माहीत आहे." "What's left to say? Everyone knows what was happening behind the curtain."

"पुरे आता. शांत हो," I blushed. "Shut up now."

We turned into the dark corner that led to the stairs. She grabbed my breast from behind, startling me. Surprised by the sudden touch, a familiar thrill ran through my mind. She leaned in, and I felt her warm breath on my neck as she whispered, "रंजन आणि तुझे पाय पडद्या खाली दिसत होते." "Ranjan and your feet were visible below the curtain."

I froze. The shame of getting caught red-handed bothered me, and I turned around to apologize but words failed me. That scene excited her; she stepped closer and exhaled, "संजयचा लक्ष होता." "Sanjay paid attention."

"आईच्या लक्षात आलं का?" I mumbled, trembling with the realization. "Did Ranjan's mother realize?"

Perhaps that's why Ranjan boldly importuned me.

"अर्थातच," she quickly exhaled. "Of course."

My heart jumped knowing that she would consider me a slut, and despite knowing her, I wasn't sure about trusting her. She excitedly added, "सांगत होती संजयला. त्यांची आधीपासून मैत्री आहे. घरी अगदी मोकळे आहेत." "She was saying. They have known each other for a while. At home they are quite free."

I nervously giggled. Sanjay felt utterly humiliated, as the feeling sunk in, but he was too confused to do anything.

"आई बोलत होती त्याच्याशी?" I asked. "She was talking with Sanay?"

"अरे हो," she exhaled. "Yes."

"आपल्या लग्नाबद्दल. चौघे आयुष्यभर एकत्र राहा," she said, and lowering her voice added, "वाटल्यास एकत्र सौंसर करा." "Talking about our marriage. Saying the four of us should stay friends for life. Perhaps even live together."

"एकत्र?" "Together?"

"हो एकत्र. असल्या छोट्या खोलीत," she emphasized. "Yes, together. In such a small room."

She didn't mince her words with Sanjay either. He was a gentle person, respected elders, and surely couldn't counter her. Besides, all the blood may have rushed to his dick, clouding his judgment.

My breath hitched, and I gulped, realizing the ramifications. Why did it seem all sinister from the outset, with Swapna insisting I visit Ranjan's place? This gave Ranjan chances to woo me, but in those days I wasn't into him, although his disregard for social norms or boundaries excited me. No wonder his mother proposed such a bold idea and even spoke to me in innuendos. No wonder her eyes lit up after having made several insults on my womanhood.

"झोपा एकत्र या खोलीत. प्रेम वाढतं म्हणे," she added. "Sleep together in such a room. Apparently, love blooms."

She giggled and excitedly added, "मी मनात म्हटलं. प्रेम वाढेल आणि पोरं सुद्धा वाढतील." "I was thinking. Yes, love blooms, and family grows too."

I nervously chuckled, knowing very well that it was a clear recipe for Sanjay to raise Ranjan's children. His domineering ways seemed more flagrant, and there wouldn't be any chance for Sanjay to mount me there.

"संजय काय म्हणाला?" I asked, clearing my throat. "What did Sanjay say?"

"त्याचं लक्ष होतं कुठे?" "He wasn't paying attention."

"का?" I asked. "Why?"

"अरे त्याचा लवडा ताठ होता आणि तो सतत पडद्यामागे काय होतं ते पाहत होता," she said. "His dick was stiff as his attention focused on what was happening behind the curtain."

"इश्य," I blushed. "तुझे लक्ष तिथेच होते का?" "Shush... You were looking at his crotch?"

"ताठ होतो की नाही पाहत होते," she whispered. "Was seeing if he was hard or not?"

Swapna always regaled me with her sex stories and expected me to share mine, but I had matured and wasn't as willing to indiscriminately share. Regardless, she knew we hadn't been intimate despite being together for almost a year. This became the butt of jokes, and she often ridiculed Sanjay's virility. Sometimes she remarked about the pristine, pious quality of his that was a Brahmin's hallmark.

Lust devoured her, and taking me in her arms, planted her lips on mine. Her hot and raspy breath conveyed these events inflamed her. We hadn't kissed recently, but back in school we experimented and were quite intimate. Our kiss was short but deep. Even though some women sexually attracted me, Swapna never did. She had a large frame, dwarfing me and making me feel insignificant often. She fancied me, and I never rejected her advances.

"त्याच्या लहान पोपटाने तुझं काय होणार?" She whispered, breaking the kiss. "What use is his tiny penis?"

"चल आता," I pushed her away. "Shut up."

"रंजनच्या रांडांना अटी असतात," she said confidently, pushing her hand under and feeling my taut butt. "Ranjan's sluts have terms."

This was the first time she said it, but Ranjan dropped hints consistently. She pushed her middle finger into the crack and, feeling my anus over two layers of cloth, whispered, "मागून आवडतं त्याला." "He likes it from behind."

"चल," I pushed her hand away. "Enough now..."

"रूममध्ये किस नाही केला तर वर किस करू शकते," she added. "If you haven't kissed in the room, then you can kiss on the terrace."

"बडबड नको करू," I said. "Stop blabbering."

"चल आता. नखरे नको करू," she ushered me towards the stairs. "Come on. Don't get smart."

It felt strange trying to expose my uncovered bust, although I had worn tops a few times to college. It was dark on the terrace, so I reasoned it didn't matter.

Sanjay was alone, while Ranjan seemed to enjoy himself on the roof.

"तू नाही गेला वर?" I asked. "You didn't go up?"

He shook his head and waited for his drink. Swapna smiled. "एक नंबरचा भित्रा आहे ग." "He is such a wimp."

I elbowed her. Swapna poured drinks for us and asked if she should make one for Sanjay. He wouldn't have considered trying it. Besides, it was enough to have one drunk person in the group.

"घे. तुला गरज आहे," she gave it to me after pouring a little more alcohol in my drink. "Take it. You need it today."

The effects of the alcohol I consumed earlier were wearing off, so I needed it to soothe my nerves. I didn't fuss and gulped it down.

She offered juice to Sanjay, and pointing to the liquor, she asked, "तुला हवी आहे का?" "Would you like some?"

He simply shook his head, but she urged him. "घे रे. थोडं घेतलं की कुठेही चढू शकतो." "Take it. You would have the courage to climb (mount) anywhere."

I shushed Swapna, realizing what she implied. He thought she ridiculed him for his lack of courage to climb the roof.

She offered Ranjan's glass with her characteristic smile and said, her words sharp, "तूच जा वर. हा तर चढणारा दिसत नाही." "You go up. He won't climb (Mount)".

My hands trembled, gripping the plastic glass. I was stunned, and not just by the audacity of her words but by how she defined his role.

And then, leaning forward, whispered, "नाही तरी तुझ्या बॉयफ्रेंडला पाहायची हौस आहे." "Anyway, your boyfriend likes to watch."

The environment was sexually charged, and I felt my heart skip a beat and my pussy lips twitch and moisten.

"सिंहाच्या पिंजऱ्यात का पाठवते मला?" I whispered. "Why are you sending me into a lion's den?"

"मग तू प्रजनन काळातली सिंहीण ना?" She said, leaning forward as she gently caressed my back. "आणि कुठे जाणार?" "You are a lioness in heat, right? Where else would you go?"

Her words didn't surprise me, as animal mating habits were our favorite subject.

Sanjay's birthday had become interesting, and I worried climbing the roof would add fuel to the fire. Swapna ushered me in, not giving me a choice. Alcohol numbed my senses, and I glanced at Sanjay as he quietly sipped his drink. Sanjay didn't interrupt me even though we spoke about what happened inside the room.

I was cautious even though the roof wasn't slippery; slipping meant painful death.

Ranjan stood 15 feet away at one corner, facing the other side, right above the ladder. That side was better illuminated because of the lights from the shops below. He waited for me as I inched closer with the glasses. He calmly took the glass from my hand and placed another on my waist as he pulled me in. I knew it was going to be a life-altering moment. Sanjay should have stopped me, but it was too late. Swapna later told me he must have had a heart attack, as it seemed we embraced as lovers.

It was the closest I had been to him, apart from what he tried earlier, and my natural fear of heights brought out his protective instinct as he enveloped me for comfort. I felt his brawny arms and then settled my hand on his manly chest, grabbing his shirt. The rough, uneven, and unstable roof surface starkly contrasted with Ranjan's solid, strong, and smooth arms.

"घाबरू नको, तुला काही नाही होऊ देणार," he whispered as he supported me with his hand on my lower back. "Don't be afraid; nothing will happen to you."

The humid night descended on us, with faint, familiar street sounds rising from below. Here under the naked sky, the air felt different, raw and free.

"ते दोघे भित्रे आहेत," he added. "आपलीच जोडी शोभते." "Those two are cowards. We make a good couple."

I nervously smiled, looking at the figures barely visible on the dark patch of the terrace. They were by the entrance. Although it was dark, I felt Sanjay's eyes on us.

"तुझ्या बॉयफ्रेंडला परत बर्फ आणायला पाठवू का?" He grinned. "Should I send your boyfriend to fetch some ice?"

His hand slowly crept to the top of my bum as he gently pulled me in. It was surreal, as the thought of falling from the roof petrified me and figuratively falling in Sanjay's eyes.

"अरे स्वप्ना, तू बर्फ विसरलीस? संजय, जा ना, प्लीज घेऊन ये ना?" He hollered from the top. "Swapna, you forgot the ice. Sanjay, can you go get it, please?"

In our haste we forgot the reason we came down. He didn't react, but as I watched, Ranjan spread his legs to provide a firmer base. Our pelvises were aligned and our faces perilously close.

"माझा पण एक ड्रिंक बनव ना प्लीज," I requested. "Please make me a drink as well."

We couldn't hear them, but they understood, as they signaled.

"तू होपेलेस आहेस," I rolled my eyes. "You are hopeless."

I was tipsy; I was susceptible to his manipulations. He smiled, pulling me in; his hand suggestively slid down and pushed up, landing on my bottom and under my kameez. He boldly created a situation to test Sanjay.

He pushed Sanjay's buttons. It was his birthday, but Ranjan stole his cake and was about to steal his kiss. Ranjan had messed with my mind and had me at his mercy. Our lips were inches apart, so a kiss seemed natural. I wish I hadn't kissed Sanjay the previous night.

"आता तरी किस्स दे," he whispered. "At least now give me a kiss."

He caressed my rump. The thin cloth of my salwar was no barrier. As he traced the outline of my underwear, he asked, "रूपा का?" "Is it Rupa (underwear)?"

I pushed him away, as my resistance wilted. He had no qualms pushing his fingers between my legs and squeezing my ass. His fingers invaded the cavity between my cheeks.

"हरामकोर सोड मला," I exclaimed. "You bastard, let go of me!"

He let go for a moment, and then clutched my rear again.

"पुरे आता," I whispered, dispelling my lust. "संजय इथेच आहे वाटतं." "Enough now. Sanjay is still here, it seems."

"मग बघू दे त्याला," he replied, exhaling; his breath acted like an aphrodisiac. "Then let him see."

His boldness stupefied me, but neither made a scene. Even though Swapna encouraged me, I knew she wouldn't wholeheartedly approve our relationship.

"तुम्ही ग्रॅज्युएशन नंतर लग्न करणार आहात ना?" he said. "You are getting married after graduation, right?"

Swapna and I spoke and agreed we would marry the same day.

"हो," I said. "Yes."

"आपण जवळच राहू म्हणजे आपल्याला पुष्कळ संधी मिळेल," he added excitedly. "We can stay nearby so we can have plenty of opportunities."

What he suggested was clear, but far-fetched to acknowledge, so I blushed, saying, "काही तरी असतं तुझं हा?" "Sometimes you make no sense."

"तुला नको का?" He said, bringing his lips closer. "You don't want to?"

Ever so lightly, he pulled me in until our pelvises conjoined. I felt his hard member against my vagina. Electricity ran through me.

"काय करतो तू?" I mumbled as my lips quivered. "What are you doing?"

"तुझ्या बॉयफ्रेंडला असलं आवडतं. तू उगाच काळजी करते," he whispered. "Your boyfriend likes this. You worry unnecessarily."

I wasn't quite ready, although very horny.

"हो बाजूला आता. जाऊ दे मला," I said. "Move aside now. Let me go."

"थांब ग," he muttered. "किस नको पण जवळ ये. एका खऱ्या पुरुषाचा वास कसा असतो तुला ते तरी कळेल." "Wait a moment. Okay, don't kiss me, but at least come closer. You can understand how a real man smells then."

"एक नंबरचा घाणेरडा आहे तू," I stated. "अंगात नेहमी वास आणि नीट तोंडही धुत नाही." "You are a dirty fellow. Your body always smells, and you don't even wash your mouth properly."

"हेच तर बायकांना आवडतं," he retorted. "That's what women like."

"चल घाणेरड्या," I blurted, smiling. "Shut up, you filthy fellow."

Ranjan gulped his drink and moved his hand with the glass to my lower back. His sudden move stunned me, and I spilled the peanuts and grabbed his collar. There was no pretense as he slowly dry-humped me. I could hardly comprehend what happened.

"हे आवडतं बायकांना," he emphasized as he gyrated his hips, rubbing his manhood against me. "This is what women like."

The flimsy clothing was no barrier against his massive equipment. I shuddered. It was humongous, just like Kishore bhai's, and no doubt would show me stars once inside. Our lips were inches apart, but he didn't kiss me and waited. He conquered me in the most primal way. Feeling his thickness against my belly, I knew I wanted to procreate and bear him the fair children he wanted. Him impregnating Swapna and me in that tiny room alternately flashed in my mind. My pussy drenched my panties. He waited for me to open my eyes and then deliberately pushed his tongue out and tried licking my lips; I turned away, but not before his tongue touched the corner of my mouth.

It was surreal; a zillion thoughts rushed through my mind, and I knew that there was no returning to our vanilla lives. The only other time I got so excited was when Kishore bhai took me the first time. I was naïve and innocent then, but now I was an adulterous, immoral Brahmin woman. We shed our facades and looked at each other.

"पुरे आता," I whispered, trying to free myself. "Enough now."

"थांब ग मयुरी," he pleaded. "Mayuri, wait."

"तुझ्या बॉयफ्रेंडला रोमान्स कसा करायचा ते शिकवतो आहे," he added. "I am teaching your boyfriend how to seduce."

"तो इथे नाही," I retorted. "He is not here."

"त्याच्यासारखे पुरुष लपून बघतात," he said. "Men like him watch secretly."

"तुला कसं माहित?" "How do you know?"

"मी सर्वज्ञ आहे," he exhaled, in his usual cocky manner. "आपल्या स्त्रीला परपुरुषाबरोबर पाहून ते हलवतात." "I am omniscient. Men like him jerk off watching their women with others."

"तुला फक्त मला प्रोत्साहित करायचं आहे," he added. "You only have to encourage me."

"तुला प्रोत्साहनाची काय गरज?" I blushed. "Why do you need encouragement?"

He took that as an invitation, but I hadn't yielded. I permitted him long enough, so I turned around. He clung to me from behind and sensually slid his hand across my belly. I shuddered as he brought his lips to my ears and whispered, "काय आहेस ग तू!" "You are so hot!"

"सोड मला," I hissed, sensing their presence on the terrace. "Let me go."

I squirmed with that realization, and my pussy wept, and my hips involuntarily tilted to allow for penetration from behind.

"तुला मागून आवडते वाटतंय," he whispered. "You like it from behind, it seems."

"रंजन," I blurted, trying to free myself. "Ranjan."

His fingers caressed my naked belly. They circled my navel tantalizingly and slowly slid into it. My body convulsed, and I pushed back, tilting my hips. He rubbed his cock against my butt.

He held me firmly, and I looked back at him. He whispered, "कोडॅक मोमेंट्!" "Kodak moment!"

"रंजन सोड," I pleaded. "Let go, Ranjan."

How he blatantly disregarded their presence stunned me. Earlier, it was behind a curtain, but now it was in the open.

"थांब ग," he whispered as he pushed his hand to grope my breast. "Wait a moment."

I panted. He leaned forward, bringing his lips closer. Feeling his shaft between my crack made me realize he was more than a handful.

"तुला तासंतास झवायचं आहे," he mumbled as he showered small kisses on my neck. "I want to fuck you over and over."

"रंजन सोड," I pleaded. "Ranjan, let go."

"तुझा बॉयफ्रेंड हलवत असेल," he exhaled. "Your boyfriend may be jerking off."

I fumed, "गप रे." "Shut up."

He pulled me close and nuzzled me. He tightened his grip on my boob, and I simmered. My tilted hips erased doubt how much I wanted it.

"असेच तुझ्या बॉयफ्रेंड समोर झवेन," he whispered. "I will fuck you like this in front of your boyfriend."

My instincts were spot on. He didn't want to just fuck me; he wanted to make it public.

"सोड," I decried. "संजयला नाही आवडणार." "Leave me. Sanjay won't like it."

"असू दे," he confidently exhaled. "माझा तोंडात घेतल्याशिवाय त्याला मी तुला पाहू सुद्धा देणार नाही." "Let it be. Unless he takes mine in his mouth, I won't even let him see you."

"शी," I expressed my disgust. "Yuck!"

He illuminated his intentions. The more time I remained, the more I realized I should have gravitated to him right at first. That time has come.

He pulled down his track pants and pushed his hard dick between my legs in yet another brazen move. As it pushed past, rubbing against my asscheeks and inner thighs, I shuddered, realizing how scandalous it felt.

My body shivered as his tool rubbed past my wet crotch, and I struggled to comprehend what was happening. He understood the effect he was having on me and said, "स्कर्ट घातली असती तर आज आपलं सुरू झालं असतं." "Had you worn a skirt, ours would have started today."

I was defenseless. His lips were on top of mine, but he didn't kiss me, and neither did I. Despite my raging hormones, I wasn't ready to cross the chasm. I still worried about how it would affect my relationship with Sanjay. But me standing on my toes on that sloping, uneven roof should have made it clear how much I wanted it. As his cock went fully under my butt and curved up on the other side, there was little doubt how big he was. But when he pushed back the knob against my pussy with his hand, I shuddered. His other hand sensually fondled my breast as if he was waiting for me to awake.

I slowly departed and only glanced back once to see his erection tenting his track pants. They had returned, and we asked Ranjan to grab his drink. Swapna offered me mine, which I eagerly swallowed.

She whispered, "झालं काय? दाबला की काय?" "What happened? Did he grope you?"

I was stunned. Swapna headed to him on the roof with his drink while I stayed. Sanjay seemed missing, and only when he called for me did I realize he was on Ranjan's bed. It creaked as I sat on it, and a faint, typical odor hit me. Or was it someone else's lingering scent who used this spot? As I crashed on the bed, the stench of his sweat and cum immediately hit me. The beds of these alpha males carried a distinct odor. I never enjoyed sleeping on such beds, but my pussy had no trouble lubricating thinking of mating with one on such a bed.

"घाण आहे ना?" he said. "It's dirty, right?"

He looked at Swapna, who reached the top. She searched for us but couldn't see in the darkness, as the bed was in the farthest nook, partly covered by the overhanging roof. I instinctively lay back. They called a few times, but we didn't respond and waited.

I could see the silhouettes and imagined Sanjay's mental state as Ranjan embraced me. It seemed unclear, and we had to use our imagination.

"तू पाहिलास का?" I asked. "Did you see?"

His heart thumped as I whispered. "मी घाबरले होते म्हणून त्याने मला जवळ ओढलं." "I was too scared; that's why he pulled me closer."

His eyes were on the roof. We saw Ranjan pull Swapna into his embrace and kiss her.

"त्याने तुला किस केला का?" he asked. "Did he kiss you?"

"नाही रे," I assured. "तो फक्त बोलत होता, पण इकडून तुला तसं वाटलं असेल." "No. He was just talking, but from here you may have felt that way."

They were getting frisky, which turned us on. I softly kissed his lips, asking, "तुला बघायला आवडत का?" "You like watching, don't you?"

He rarely answered, but once I felt his bulge, he replied. I fondled it and kissed him. He returned it passionately.

Swapna called for us again as we indulged in a few minutes of intense kissing. It took a few more such calls to realize that we must have left. They didn't care for us and continued their frolicking. I dragged Ranjan's black blanket to cover ourselves.

"दिवस रात्र झवत असतो की काय?" I muttered. "Day and night, does he fuck, or what?"

"स्वप्ना कुठे असते इथे?" he argued. "Swapna doesn't live here."

"स्वप्ना नसली कीं बिल्डिंगीतल्या काकूंना झवतो," I clarified. "If Swapna isn't around, he fucks married women from the building."

Sanjay calmly watched them. They voraciously kissed each other and perhaps talked about what happened between us. I continued cuddling his shaft and gently kissed his cheek.

"कोणी सांगितलं? स्वप्ना?" "Who told you? Swapna?"

"हो." "Yes."

"तिला काही फरक नाही पडत?" "It doesn't bother her?"

He only had theories about Ranjan until then, but it seemed to make sense. We indulged each other, and I quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed my hand inside. It was the first time I felt his hard dick, although I saw it last night. He still seemed shy to take advantage.

"काही पुरुषांचं असतं असं," I whispered, tracing his lips with my tongue. "त्यांना रोज व्हेज नाही चालत." "Some men need variety."

"किती वेळ मला पाहत होतास?" I asked between the kisses. "How long were you watching me?"

"काय बोलत होता?" he asked. "What were you talking about?"

"बोलत होतो? रोमान्स म्हण रोमान्स," I emphasized. "Talking? Say seducing."

"रोमान्स?" he said. "Seducing?"

"मग? आपल्याला सुद्धा वेळ लागला की?" "Of course. Even for us, it took time, right?"

"त्याला लग्न करायचं आहे का?" he asked. "Does he want to marry you?"

"लग्न आणि त्याच्याशी?" I blurted. "एक नंबरचा मठ्ठ, आळशी, आणि घाणेरडा माणूस आहे." "Getting married to him? He is an idiot, a sloth, and a disgusting man."

"लग्न, संसार यात त्याला रुची नाही," I said. "Besides, he is not interested in marriages."

"नुस्त झवायचं?" he muttered. "Only fucking then?"

"झवायला लग्नाची काय गरज?" I whispered. "Why does one need to marry to fuck?"

Sanjay understood everything but feared confronting it. He didn't expect his fiancée to willingly accept them.

"म्हणजे?" He shivered. "What do you mean?"

"लग्नानंतर यांच्या घरी राहिलो तर रंजन मला रात्रभर निवांतपणे झवेल," I whispered. "After our marriage, if we stay at Ranjan's place, he can fuck me the whole night without worries."

His penis involuntarily jerked as he croaked in his usual clueless way, "काय? आई समोर?" "What? In front of his mother?"

"१० x १२ फुटाची खोली आहे; तिच्या समोर काय आणि मागे काय?" I retorted. "पडदा ओढला तरी आवाज ऐकू येणार ना?" "It's such a tiny room. What's the difference if it's in front of or behind her? Even after pulling the curtain, the moans would be audible, right?"

"तू भयंकर तापलेला दिसतो," I whispered. I kissed him and pushed my tongue between his lips. "You seem aroused."

Slowly I sealed his lips, and I voraciously sucked on them. I offered my tongue, and he deliciously sucked on it.

"आम्ही पलीकडे असू?" he asked. "We will be on the other side?"

"​​हो आजच्या सारखं," I said. "Yes. Just like today."

"रंजनच्या आईला वावगं नाही वाटणार?" he muttered. "Wouldn't Ranjan's mother find it odd?"

"मला म्हणत होती, 'माझ्या पोराला साजुक तूप लय आवडतं. अशीच येत जा इथे. शिवाय साजूक तूप सर्वांना नाही पचत; रोज रोज तर नाहीच.'" "She said, 'My son loves pure ghee (clarified butter). Please keep visiting. Besides, not everyone can digest it--at least not every day.'"

After intensely kissing, it seemed they stopped, but they were only settling down, preparing for more action.

"म्हणजे?" he asked. "What does that mean?"

"म्हणजे स्वप्ना पालमौलीन तेल आणि मी साजूक तूप?" I whispered. "Swapna is palmolein oil, while I am pure ghee (clarified butter)."

"म्हणजे तो तुला पचवू शकणार नाही?" "You mean he can't digest you?"

"माझ्या सारख्या तरुण आणि सुंदर युवतीबरोबर संभोग करायला सर्वांना नाही जमणार," I said. "Few could satisfy a young and beautiful woman like me."

He still appeared clueless, so I said it: "म्हणजे रंजन माझ्यावर रोज चढू शकतो पण तुला ते नाही झेपणार." "Ranjan can mount me every day, but perhaps you couldn't."

On the roof, Ranjan sat, and Swapna knelt and helped him unbuckle his jeans. Sanjay watched them, and it stunned him.

Even though Sanjay wasn't as experienced, he had his affairs he hid. He fucked Lalita several times during Mamta's marriage. She was cagey but shared once she learned I was open-minded. He had a brief affair with another girl, Geeta, who caused a scandal. Still, he seemed hesitant; Ranjan would have moved to third base in no time.

"तुला खरंच असं वाटतं?" he asked. "You think so?"

"ब्राह्मणी बायका कामुक असतात आणि त्यांना खूप सेक्स हवा असतो," I said. "Brahmin women are lusty and need plenty of sex."

We had spoken about his mother's observation a few times, and he understood.

"मग नाही का तू कामुक?" He smiled. "So, aren't you lusty?"

"तसं नाही रे," I clarified. "सगळ्याच तरुण बायका कामुक असतात, पण सगळ्याच गोऱ्या आणि सुंदर नसतात." "I didn't mean it that way. Young women are lusty, but not everyone is fair and beautiful."

"स्वप्नाने तुला असं केलं तर तुझा सुद्धा बाबुराव उठेल ना?" I said, bringing my lips closer and touching his shaft provocatively. "If Swapna does this, you would harden too, right?"

"ब्राम्हणी बायकांना खूप वाव असतो," I said. "तुझी गर्लफ्रेंड स्वप्ना असती तर रंजनने तिला पाहिला सुद्धा नसता." "Brahmin women have plenty of opportunities. If Swapna had been your girlfriend, Ranjan wouldn't even have looked at her."

"दुर्दैवाने तुझी गर्लफ्रेंड अतिशय सुंदर आणि कामुक आहे," I added. "आणि हो मला खूप सेक्स हवं आहे." "Unfortunately, your girlfriend is extremely beautiful and lustful. And yes, I want sex--a lot."

"म्हणजे मी वारंवार नाही चढू शकत?" he asked. "So, I can't mount umpteen times?"

"मला वारंवार लागेल आणि तुला ते नाही झेपणार असं म्हणत होती," I giggled. "I would need it several times, and you can't handle it."

"तिला नाही माहित आपला शेजारी किशोर भाई आहे," I whispered. "तुला खरंच वाटतं आपल्याला रांजनकडे यावं लागेल?" "She doesn't know our neighbor. Do you think we need to visit Ranjan?"

His penis stiffened again. I nibbled on his ear and stroked it.

"म्हणजे?" "Means?"

I didn't answer. I furiously stroked his erection, and moments later lifted myself and placed my lips on top of his, breathlessly exhaling, "कल्पना कर. तुझ्या मध्यमवयीन, जाड, आळशी शेजाऱ्याखाली तुझी तरुण, लहान आणि कामुक बायको." "Imagine this. Your young, petite, beautiful, and lusty wife under your lazy, middle-aged, fat neighbor."

It was too much, and he came, spurting in his underwear. I rubbed my fingers on his trousers and ushered him out. We silently descended the stairs, and after whisking away my scarf, I quickly joined him back on the stairs. He was silent as he rushed out and walked through the busy streets. Only when we reached our side of the town did we finally speak.

"आज खूप काही झालं ना?" I said. "A lot happened today, right?"

Our relationship changed.

"रंजनच्या आईला असं का वाटलं?" "Why did Ranjan's mother think so?"

"काय वाटलं?" "About what?"

"हेच," he said, clearing his throat. "आपल्या दोघांना अश्या अनैतिक नात्यात रस असेल." "That we would be interested in such illicit relationships?"

"आहे का रस?" I smiled. "Are we (interested in such relationships)?"

"म्हणजे..." he mumbled. "What do you mean?"

"रंजनच्या वडिलांचे अफेअर्स झाले असतील." "Perhaps Ranjan's father may have had affairs."

He went quiet.

"झवाद्यांचे पोरं झवाडेच होतात," I emphasized. "Lecherous men have lecherous sons."

"लग्नानंतर रंजन स्वप्नाला त्याच खोलीत झवणार ना?" He said. "After their marriage, Ranjan would be fucking her in the same room, right?"

Sanjay should have been familiar with such a lifestyle, as his relatives lived in small flats. It wasn't uncommon for couples living in such spaces to have two or three children. Lalita had introduced me to young couples living together and shared that the older man was screwing his brother's wife. And they lived in an even smaller flat.

"आपलं सुद्धा तसंच होणार," I said. "उघडपणे नाही करता येणार." "That's how we may have to live. We can't do it openly."

"पण ते एकाच खोलीत असणार," he muttered. "But they would be in the same room."

"हो ना? नीट सेक्स सुद्धा करता येणार नाही?" "Yes. It would be hard to have sex."

"पण तू म्हणत होती तो तुला सुद्धा झवेल?" he asked. "But you said that he would fuck you too (in that room)?"

"एक आखा रात्र त्या खोलीत आणि तो मला हात लावणार नाही?" I retorted. "An entire night in that room, and he won't touch me?"

"मी असलो असतो तरी?" "What if I am around?"

"तू काय केलं असतं? तुझ्या समोर त्याने तो पडदा ओढला. नाही का?" "What would you have done? Right in front of you, he pulled the curtain, right?"

"म्हणजे आपण पाचही तिथे झोपलो असू तेव्हा?" "I mean, if all five of us were sleeping in there?"

We reached our building, so I pulled him under the stairs. It was secluded. Only one other family lived there, so it was private, and we often spent a few minutes outside, but Sanjay never made his move. I embraced him and whispered, "रंजन तुझ्या सारखा सजन नाही. स्वप्नाने तुला संधी दिली असती तरी तू काही नाही केलं असतं. आणि मी नाही नाही म्हंटल असतं तरी त्याने मला किमान दोन-तीन वेळा तरी झवलं असतं." "Ranjan is not a gentleman like you. You wouldn't have done anything even if Swapna let you. And if I had refused him, he would have still fucked me three times."

I felt him. He was aroused, perhaps imagining it. As expected, he didn't assert himself, but as I pulled him, he leaned in for a kiss. I avoided his lips and whispered, "काही जोडप्यांना ते आवडतं. रंजनच्या आईच्या लक्षात आलं असेल." "Some couples like that. Perhaps Ranjan's mother might have thought we like it."

"पडदा ओढण्या वरून?" he muttered, clearing his throat. "Because he brazenly pulled the curtain?"

"कसला धीट होता ना?" I whispered. "माझ्या कमरेवर हात ठेवून तोंडात तोंड घालून बोलत होता." "That was bold of him. His face was perilously close to mine, and his hands were on my waist as he spoke."

I pulled his zipper down, and before he could interrupt, I stopped him. "कोणी येत नाही इथे." "No one comes here."

Within moments I pulled his semi-rigid shaft out and gently stroked it.

"तुझ्या वागणुकी वरून," I whispered. "From your behavior."

"काय?" "What?"

"काही पुरुष त्यांच्या स्त्रीला दुसऱ्या पुरुषासोबत पाहून उत्तेजित होतात," I said. "Some men get excited watching their women with other men."

"म्हणजे?" "What do you mean?"

"तुझा ताणलेला बाबुराव तिने पाहिला असणार," I whispered. "She must have seen your hard-on."

"काय?" he croaked, parting his parched lips.

His penis hardened with veins bulging, almost as if he were imagining being in that room again. It was quiet as he leaned in to kiss me, but I evaded and let them linger tantalizingly close. We couldn't kiss knowing that my mother was home, as she would have realized that we were up to something with my red and puffy lips.

"काय करत होता तुम्ही?" "What were you doing?"

I looked at him and, lowering my eyes, said, "त्याला चढायचं आहे," I whispered. "He wants to mount me."

Fear and arousal showed on his face. His breathing quickened, but he dared not speak.

"लॉन्ग टर्म अफेअर. म्हणत होता, तुला चालेल ते." "Have a long-term affair. He was saying you would approve."

"थेट म्हणाला?" He whispered between his ragged breaths. "Did he say it directly?"

"असल्या गोष्टी बोलायच्या नसतात, त्या करायच्या असतात," I whispered. "तो मला तापवत होता. मला किस मागत होता. शेवटी किस करण्याचा छोटा प्रयत्नही केला." "No one says such things; they only happen. He felt me up and urged me for a kiss. He even tried to get one."

His ragged breath confirmed he visualized Ranjan enticing his fiancée. He hated Ranjan passionately, and this should have infuriated him, but he seemed to approve.

"तुझा बाबुराव असाच ताणलेला होता का?" I asked. "Was your penis erect like this?"

Our lips were inches apart, and he struggled to admit it, although obviously he enjoyed it immensely. He later admitted he would love the foreplay. I enjoyed the power while stroking his tendency. Even with Ranjan, the same foreplay gave me the high, even though it confirmed my slutiness. But that's how Ranjan was, and to a certain extent, Kishore bhai; while they both tried to keep themselves groomed and clean, they never met Sanjay's standards, who prepared for every encounter with me.

"मला असंच मिठीत घेऊन बोलत होता. पडद्यामुळे प्रिवसी होती. नाही तरी लग्नानंतर याच रूममध्ये सर्व करू," I continued. "He took me in his arms; the curtain provided privacy. After marriage, he will fuck me in the same room."

"त्याला वाटलं तू लग्न करणार त्याच्याशी?" "So, he thought you would marry him?"

"आपल्या लंगणानंतर," I clarified. "काही पुरुषांना आवडतं, म्हणत होता. बिल्डिंगीतल्या काही काकूंना झवतो म्हणे." "He meant after our marriage. He said some men like this. Apparently he fucks a few married women from his building."

"स्वॅपिंग म्हणत होता का?" "Did he mean swapping?"

It was plainly obvious what happened.

"तू स्वप्नाला पडद्या मागे घेऊन गेला का?" I asked. "Did you take her behind the curtain?"

He was speechless. I let the realization sink in.

"मी तापली होती; माझा तोल सुटत होता." "I was worked up and couldn't control myself."

"किस करायला हवं होतं ना?" I asked. "I should have kissed him, right?"

He inched towards his climax as I slowly stroked it. Even though he didn't engage in such conversations, he wouldn't stop me.

"ज्या रीतीने हक्क गाजवत होता, किस करायला हवं होतं ना?" "The way he was staking his claim, he deserved a kiss, right?"

"तो आपल्या लग्नानंतर असं रोमान्स करेल. आणि त्याच्या आईसमोर मला आई बनवेल." "After our marriage, he would arouse and impregnate me in front of his mother."

"मयुरी, हे कसं शक्य आहे?" he pleaded. "Mayuri, how is this possible?"

"का नाही?" I whispered. "गच्चीवर त्याचा ताणलेला लवडा माझ्या पोटावर होता. वाटलं आज तो खरंच त्या पलंगावर झवेल." "Why not? On the roof his erection rubbed against my tummy. I thought he would surely fuck me on that bed."

"तू किस केलं का?" "Did you kiss?"

"नाही." "No."

"तुला आवडतो का?" He croaked. "Do you like him?"

I tantalizingly stroked him and slowly pushed his penis down to slow down his ejaculation.

"कोणालाही तो घाणेरडा आवडत नाही," I replied. "No one likes such a dirty, disgusting fellow."

"मग?" "Then?"

"असं काही नसतं रे," I clarified. "झवा-झवी सगळ्यांना आवडतं रे." "Everyone loves sex."

"पण रंजन?" "Why, Ranjan?"

"कारण त्याला ते शक्य वाटतंय," I whispered. "Because he thinks it's possible."

"तुला सुद्धा शक्य वाटतं, नाही का?" he asked. "You, too, think it's possible, right?"

"का? तुला नाही वाटत?" "Why? You don't think so?"

Nothing can prepare you for cuckoldry. When it happens, the intense arousal and jealousy ravage you from inside. He had seen his neighbor conquer many women, but it didn't prepare him, not entirely. He just couldn't believe these brutes could seduce me, although he always fantasized they would.

"बायकांची कॅपॅसिटी जास्त असते," I whispered. "Women have bigger appetites."

His penis jerked as a surge of energy ran through him. He was shaken but mustered courage to ask, "तुला खरंच हवं आहे का?" "Do you want this?"

I didn't answer. He waited for a moment and directly asked, "त्याच्या घरी राहिलो तर खरंच तो तुझ्यावर चढेल?" "If we stayed at his place, he would mount you?"

"नक्कीच," I exhaled. "Absolutely."

"याच विचाराने जसं तुझा बाबुराव ताणलेला आहे ना, तसंच माझी पुच्ची ओली होती," I said. "And the way your penis stiffens with this thought, even my pussy lubricates."

"त्याची आई म्हणाली," I continued. "येत जा ग पोरी. लग्नानंतर तर येणार आहात, आता सुद्धा आली तरी हरकत नाही." "Ranjan's mother said. Keep on visiting. You would come after marriage, but there's no harm in visiting even now."

"मयुरी, असल्या गोष्टी फक्त चावट कथेत होतात," he pleaded. "Mayuri, such things only happen in dirty stories."

I accidentally found his stack, but he didn't let me read them; they were some dirty novels that some young boys exchanged. He didn't know I read such stories too, but I told him I had watched pornographic movies.

He was aroused and tried to kiss me, but I evaded. "आई घरी असेल. तिच्या लक्षात येईल." "My mother is home, and she would notice."

He didn't appreciate it and retorted, "रंजनचा तोंडात घेतला असतं तर?" "What if you had taken it in your mouth?"

His outburst unsettled me, but I recomposed myself and knew better than to back down. I squeezed his engorged penis. As he settled down, I whispered, "तर काय? केक तर खाल्ला होता, क्रीम सुद्धा मिळाला असता." "So what? I already had the cake and would have tasted cream too."

"मयुरी..." he wheezed. "Mayuri..."

"का? पुच्चीत घ्यायला हवी होती का?" "Why? Should I have let him cum inside me?"

He was very close to spurting and could delay it only because he came an hour ago.

"गच्चीवर दोन मिनिटे उशीर केला असता तर..." I added. "On the terrace, if you had been a few minutes late..."

"तर?" he mumbled. "What then?"

I whispered into his ear, "कदाचित तुला त्या पलंगाचा हळुवार करकर आवाज ऐकू आला असता. आणि तुला केक नाही मिळाला तरी किमान क्रीम मिळाला असता." "Perhaps you would have heard the slow creaking sound of the bed. And even if you couldn't get the cake, you would certainly have gotten the cream."

"तुला क्रीम आवडते ना?" "You like cream, right?"

He tried to kiss me. I let our lips touch and let our breath mingle. It seemed to stick. We talked about his neighbor's virility and how quickly he had impregnated Mamta's eldest sister, so our talk of semen was nothing new.

"आणि तुला पालाची भीती वाटली नसती तर त्याने पडद्यामागे मला किस केला असता." I added. "And if you weren't afraid of lizards, he would have kissed me behind the curtain."

"तू वेडी झाली आहे," he exhaled. "Have you gone mad?"

"वासनेत तल्लीन झाली," I emphasized. "Immersed in lust!"

He couldn't control it anymore and spurted. His demeanor changed as soon as he ejaculated, and this time he didn't seem in the mood to even talk, and he left.

We understood, but social conditioning was strong, and we couldn't venture any further. Kishore bhai always told me even though I loved Sanjay, I would have to do things that would hurt him -- at least in the short term -- to fully experience our sexual life. I thought he was cajoling me, but he was preparing me for the future. It wasn't a choice. I had to learn to love it and make peace with it. It was his destiny that his neighbor would enjoy my youth. Had he married an ordinary woman, his fate wouldn't have been as dire, but he chose a beauty queen, and there was no way Kishore bhai would let anyone else's seed take root in my womb.

He never requested or demanded I behave with Sanjay in a certain manner, although he made disparaging comments. He expected those things as if nature wouldn't have wanted it otherwise. Ranjan didn't have that audacity, and his inexperience made him go too far in making his point. Kishore bhai didn't need such theatrics. He knew that as the young lioness matured, she would attract his attention, appreciating his masculine aura. And that's how things unfolded. The slow transformation into his slut increased my confidence and, more importantly, empowered me to wield power over Sanjay. The imbalance in our relationship made it interesting.

Sanjay saw me change but couldn't accept it. He couldn't muster the courage to touch or approach me, forget about talking about the taboo.

It came to the fore on his birthday. He reacted viscerally to Ranjan's covert moves. It struck a chord, stirring his loins, and riling his emotions. Sharing your partner with another is taboo enough, but to witness it in front of elders is a humiliation few withstand. It drove him crazy; everyone conspired to cuckold him.

If there were one moment that flipped the switch, it was Ranjan pulling the curtain as he pretended to talk to me. The act wasn't short of taking someone's wife to your bedroom. That's when Ranjan won and Sanjay surrendered. Everyone's nonchalance reinforced our beliefs.

It happened unannounced and unceremoniously, and we could no longer pretend. And who could have done better? I was the object of their lust, obsession even. Sanjay was not ready to embrace it, even though his body said otherwise. There was no room for cuckolds in such a conservative society. The journey seemed treacherous but filled with adventure and beckoned us.

Chapter 18: Mayuri's Musings--The Day After Conversations

The next morning, I headed to Sanjay's early. He was surprised but understood we had to finish our conversation. His mother gave us freedom and rarely interfered in our affairs. As she busied herself with the morning pooja, we spoke in the kitchen.

Sanjay couldn't look me in the eye, so I lovingly embraced him. It felt good. The sexual exhilaration could never heal those wounds. I betrayed him, but he knew we were equally responsible.

"I love you," I said. He nodded.

"तुला बोलायचं आहे?" I asked. "Do you want to talk?"

"नाही," he pleaded. "काही सुचत नाही." "No. Can't think of anything."

I lit the stove and made tea. We were silent for a bit.

"तुला आवडतं ना?" I asked. "You like it, right?"

"हो पण हे अति होतंय," he muttered. "Yes, but this is too much."

I let it simmer as the tea boiled. The aroma never failed to soothe our nerves. I moved closer and, feeling his bulge, whispered, "या वयात आपण हार्मोन्सच्या प्रभावाखाली असतो. यांना जे योग्य वाटतं ते घडतं." "At our age, we are slaves to our hormones."

He was quiet as I poured the tea and offered him the cup.

"लोक काय म्हणतील?" I said. "हाच प्रश्न असेल ना?" "What would others say? That would be the question, right?"

We looked at each other as we brought the cups to our lips. It didn't seem like he was ready, so I suggested, "हे बघ आपण निवांतपणे बोलू." "Listen. Let's talk when we have time."

Although it seemed imminent, we weren't ready. Sex was just an aspect; our bonds had to withstand our transgressions.

I fabricated a story that we left in haste, upset with Ranjan's lewdness. Swapna read between the lines, and perhaps so did Ranjan. He backed off for a short time. Swapna tried to discover more, but I told her it seemed wrong and we weren't ready.

That evening I invited Sanjay for tea at our place. My parents had met him and knew about us, although they hadn't acknowledged it in front of him. After pleasantries, I led him to my room, closed the door, and looked at him. He was stunned as I pushed him against the wall and felt his shaft.

"काळ नीट झोप लागली का?" I whispered. "Did you sleep well last night?"

In the morning, he wasn't in the mood. If Swapna hadn't told me what happened, I would have left it unfinished. Sanjay's eyes were on the curtain, and he seemed to have seen how Ranjan slowly seduced me.

In my room, he was aroused. In the living room, I remember him whispering my mother barely looked a few years older and could easily pass off as my elder sister. I saw her beauty and youth bedazzled him and he would not have minded marrying her. Many boys from my class had the hots for her, so I understood his reaction.

"माझ्या आईला पाहून तुझी लाळ टपकते ना?" "You salivated watching my mother, right?"

"मयुरी, तू चावट झाली आहेस," he muttered, pushing my hand away. "Mayuri, you have become very naughty."

I exhaled, "आहे मी चावट आणि कामुक. तुला फक्त आता कळतंय." "Of course I am naughty... and lusty. You are learning only now."

Sanjay wasn't comfortable, but I knew that unless his hormones raged, our conversation wouldn't be meaningful.

"तुझ्या घरी सगळे खूप फ्री आहेत," he said. "It seems your parents are quite liberal."

He eyed the door.

"माझ्या पेक्षा तुला माझ्या आईत जास्त रुची दिसतेय," I muttered. "It seems like you are more interested in my mother than me."

He tried to kiss me, but I avoided his kiss, pushing my lips to his ear and gently kissing his earlobe. It was an erogenous zone for him, one that I learned early. I continued fondling his fully-inflated bulge now.

"तिच्यावर चढायचे असेल तर घाई कर नाही तर रंजनच चढायचा तुझ्या आधी," I said. "If you want to mount her, then hurry; otherwise, Ranjan will beat you to it."

"काय?" he asked, stunned. "What?"

"माझी आई तरुण आहे. आजूनही गरोदर होऊ शकते," I muttered. "My mother is still young and can get pregnant."

I chuckled seeing his stunned face. It was such a twisted thought. He had only seen the facade I presented to the world and was slowly learning I was sensual and not uptight about morals.

"स्वतःच्या आईबद्दल किती अभद्र बोलते ग," he said. "You say dirty things about your own mother."

"तू खूप शिष्ट आहेस," I whispered. "ती एक बाई सुद्धा आहे. आणि शरीराच्या गरजा असतात." "You are uptight about things. After all, she too is a woman, and bodies have needs."

"पण," he said. "But."

I interjected him. "बाबांच्या ऑफिसमध्ये कसले कसले लोक येतात आणि उघडपणे आम्हाला डोळ्यांनी झवतात." "In our office, men from low castes mentally undress us."

In our business we worked with uneducated people belonging to lower castes. Our fair skin and youth always invited attention, and despite our conservative attire, our bodies never failed to entice them.

"पण रंजन काय?" he muttered. "But why, Ranjan?"

"तिला नाही आवडत तो; पण शक्य आहे," I said. "She doesn't like him, but it's possible."

He smiled. "तुझं मला नाही समजत." "I never could understand you."

I softly kissed his lips and whispered, "डोकं नको वापरू. तुझ्या बाबुरावला विचार." "Don't use your head; use your dick instead to think (about such things)."

I groped his tumescence.

"तुला काय झालं, मयुरी?" He asked, even as he tried to kiss me. "What is wrong with you, Mayuri?"

"चल गच्चीवर जाऊ या," I whispered and stepped out with him. "Let's go to the terrace."

I told my mom we would be on the terrace and left without waiting for her approval. Ours was not private, as the neighboring buildings clearly saw it, so not much could be done even if we wished.

"आणि काय होणार?" I said as we ascended. "वयात आले मी आणि हे तुला सोडून सर्वांना कळतंय." "What else? Everyone knows I have come of age except you."

We stood above the stairs and spoke in soft whispers as the sound carried.

"काल स्वप्नाची रासलीला चालू होती," I said. "तू सुद्धा हलवलं असणार ना?" "Yesterday Swapna's Raasleela (mating dance) was going on. You must have jerked off, right?"

My behavior disturbed him, still focusing on the previous night. It was difficult for self-made men to admit it, so I treaded carefully.

"त्यांना पाहून तू उत्साहित झाली," he said. "Looks like watching them arouses you."

I offered my lips but didn't allow him to kiss; he understood. It became part of our foreplay, one he looked forward to. Still, while I simmered with lust and was eager to explore, he seemed distant, afraid of consequences. Even as I stroked him, he rarely caressed my breast or my bum. After knowing how Ranjan capitalized on his opportunities, he still hesitated. I was an Apsara (maiden) from heaven, and he steadfastly believed that he could never satisfy me.

I exhaled, rubbing his stiffness, and whispered, "त्यांना पाहण्यात मला काही इंटरेस्ट नाही." "Watching them doesn't interest me."

"मग?" "Then?"

"मग काय मट्ठा," I exclaimed. "What do you mean, then? Idiot."

"रंजन मला रोमान्स करत होता ते विसरलास की काय?" I added. "Did you forget Ranjan wooed me?"

"पण तुला तो नाही आवडत ना?" He acted clueless. "But you don't like him, right?"

Beyond the primal lust Ranjan evoked, there was nothing; my raging hormones ensured that. His unwavering attempts to entice intrigued me, and his brazen acts left me breathless.

"म्हणजे तू सुद्धा रात्री..." he muttered. "So you too (masturbated)..."

"असं काय करतो?" I pleaded. "हे स्वाभाविक नाही का?" "Why do you act like this? Isn't it natural?"

"हे प्लॅन्ड होतं का?" "Was this planned?"

"नाही रे," I assured. "जे झालं ते पडद्यामागे झालेलं बरं नाही का?" "No, it wasn't. Isn't it better it happened behind the curtain?"

He often worried about his image and reputation, just as it was for most men then.

"प्लॅन्ड नव्हता पण आपण प्लॅन करू शकतो," I whispered. "It wasn't planned, but we could."

"म्हणजे?" "What do you mean?"

I acted coy, evading his eyes.

"तुला त्या डुकराशी संभोग करायचा आहे?" he proclaimed. "You want to have sex with that pig?"

I shushed him.

"जे नैसर्गिकरित्या होतंय ते होऊ द्यायचे आहे." "Let things happen."

"परपुरुषाशी लैंगिक संबंध नैसर्गिक नसतात," he retorted. "Sexual relationships with other men are never natural."

"असतात," I asserted. "पण आपल्या समाजात ते अनैतिक मानले जातात." "They are. But our society regards such relationships as immoral."

"म्हणूनच किशोर भाईंसारखे पुरुष विवाहित बायकांवर चढतात, नाही का?" I continued. "तूच म्हणाला त्याने ममताच्या ताईला गरोदर केलं. आणि ललिताला केला नाही का?" "That's why men like Kishore bhai mount married women, right? Didn't you say he impregnated Mamta's older sister and Lalita?"

He was stunned to hear that I desired such extramarital relationships. He deflated, and it looked pathetic peeping out of his pants.

"मयुरी, तुला खरंच असल्या भानगडीत पडायचं आहे?" He mumbled. "Mayuri, do you want this trouble?"

"कसली भानगड?" I replied. "तुझ्या शेजारी बद्दल विसरला का? तो चढेल की." "What trouble? Have you forgotten about your neighbor? He would surely mount."

His panting confirmed it aroused him.

"तू सिरीयस आहे?" He whispered. "You are serious?"

"सिरीयस??" I exhaled. "आपल्या पहिल्या रात्री तोच चढेल ना?" "Serious? Won't he mount me on our first night?"

His penis stiffened; no doubt he fantasized about it.

"लोखंडी दरवाजा लागल्या मुळे कोणाच्या लक्षातही येणार नाही," I breathed. "Because of the iron door, no one would know."

"नाही तरी तोच माझ्या तोंडात तोंड घालून बोलत असतो," I added nonchalantly. "तू आपला नेहमी बिझी असतो." "Otherwise, it's him who draws me close while talking. You are always busy."

"पर्वा रात्रीचा केक क्रीमी होता ना?" I continued. "The other evening's cake was creamy, right?"

He nervously chuckled, remembering his cum splashed the cake.

"तो केक त्याच्या खोलीत होता. कदाचित..." I lowered my voice. "The cake was in his flat. Perhaps..."

His rod begged for relief. He behaved sometimes in peculiar ways. I remember him convincing me that his neighbor was bedding married women, and at first I refused to believe it. During one of those instances, Kishore bhai fucked a woman in her mid-thirties in his flat while we were home. Sanjay fetched a condom filled with his neighbor's semen. That's how our jokes about sperm started. It took little for us to understand his virility by looking at it and by the size of the condom.

I added, "त्याने कंडोम तर रिकामा नाही ना केला असणार?" "He wouldn't have emptied a condom, right?"

I tantalizingly pushed my tongue out and traced his lips.

"लग्नानंतर कंडोमची गरज नसणार," I whispered. "We won't need condoms after marriage."

I hinted our affair already began, and that we were using condoms, but Sanjay never believed me and only thought I toyed with him.

"तू हलकट झाली आहे," he whispered. "You have become slutty."

"हो पण तुला आवडतंय ना?" "But you like it, right?"

He moaned as I continued stroking him. Unlike the previous night, it didn't seem like he was rushing.

"प्लॅनिंग वगैरे काही नको," I whispered. "उगाच औपचारिकता नको." "No need for planning. Better to avoid formalities."

"जे होतंय ते होऊ देऊ या ना?" "Let things happen."

"म्हणजे?" "What do you mean?"

"म्हणजे आपल्या घरी किशोर भाई आणि रंजनच्या घरी रंजन," I explained. "I mean, at our house it would be Kishore bhai and at Ranjan's, Ranjan."

I had to be clear but not crude. There was no internet, and even the video media was marginally present. Print media was at its peak, and some dirty magazines educated us that such taboo wasn't uncommon. Some high-society couples explored such in a well-controlled environment, but we didn't see any charm in that. It had to be spontaneous. Losing control gave us the high we yearned for.

"लोक काय म्हणतील?" he croaked. "What will people say?"

"लोकांना कसं कळणार?" "How would they know?"

"आईला काय वाटेल?" "What would mother think?"

"तिच्यापासून काय लपले आहे? तिने नाही का किशोर भाईला डॉक्टरांकडे पाठवला माझ्या सोबत?" "What's hidden from her? Didn't she send him to see the doctor with me?"

He noticed his neighbor got active and lost weight. And when he wondered what brought that change, I said he had something to look forward to. It was a given that he would seed me every day after our marriage, even though few raised eyebrows.

"चहाऐवजी दूध आणि रोज अंडी. त्याशिवाय पुरुषत्व वाढवणारी औषधे," I whispered. "Milk instead of tea and virility-improving medicines."

He didn't believe it and turned a blind eye. It was insidious; how can his mother conspire? He failed to grasp how his mother brought him up. Such hardships rationalize and even normalize societal influences and help one develop an appreciation for Maslow's pyramid of needs. In all fairness, she didn't want me to get pregnant but knew that nature reigned supreme; it was hard to control our neighbors' deviancy and my hormones. Besides, she sensed Sanjay's timidity and maybe even his tendencies. All she did was help me understand and assure me of its normalcy even if it seemed abnormal.

"काय?" "What?"

He thought the medicines were for his health, but mention of virility had stunned him.

"चढणार असेल तर लवडा संपूर्णपणे ताट झालेलं बरं नाही का?" I whispered. "If he would mount, wouldn't it be better if it were fully stiff?"

His eyes were wide open. His penis strained as it engorged. It wasn't as if his neighbor needed help. Kalpana mused it would help him handle young, lusty women better. Age and obesity weren't on his side and affected his libido, although my presence inflamed his loins.

"कल्पना म्हणत होती त्याच्याबरोबर नियमित वेळ घालवला की पुरे," I added. "She suggested all I had to do was spend time with him."

"म्हणून त्याच्या खोलीत जाऊन बसते?" He said, licking his parched lips. "That's why you are in his room?"

"हो," I said. "शिवाय त्याला जे करायचं ते खोलीत केलेले बरं नाही का?" "Yes. Besides, isn't it better if it happened inside his room?"

"पर्वा रात्री तो प्रयत्न करत होता का?" he asked, mustering courage. "Did he try on my birthday?"

It was good, he suspected.

"मग?" "Of course."

Our neighbors were coming to the roof to take a stroll, so we had to stop. We stepped out and pretended to walk. They greeted us and left. Watching his protrusion, I chuckled and even groped it at opportune moments.

"आईने म्हटलं औषध पाणी करायला?" "Did Mother ask you to take care of him?"

"होय," I said emphatically. "तो घरचा माणूस ना?" "Yes. He is part of the family, right?"

"म्हणून काय पुरुषत्व वाढवणारी औषधे?" "So? Virility-boosting medicines?"

I shushed as he got carried away.

"तुला कसला खंत आहे?" I asked. "औषधे का देतो? किंवा औषधे का लागतात?" "What do you regret? That he needs medicines, or why do I give them?"

"त्याच्याबद्दल माहीत असून ती मला त्याच्या घरी कंपनी द्यायला पाठवते. हेच पुरे नाही का?" "She knows everything but still sends me to give him company. Isn't that enough?"

"पण तिने पुरुषत्व वाढवणारी औषधे नाही सांगितली, बरोबर?" He countered. "But she didn't ask you to get those specific remedies, right?"

"त्याला अंडी जास्त द्यायला सांगते, तेच नाही का पुरे?" "She commands I give him more eggs; isn't that enough?"

Sanjay never believed she played a part. She didn't; she only turned a blind eye. She helped me embrace my desires without guilt. She didn't conspire but approved my actions. Installing the metal door to cordon off their area admitted such a possibility. It happened before the Ganesh festival. Maybe she knew I was in the toilet with him that fateful evening.

"कल्पना ने त्याला तसली औषधे का दिली?" He muttered. "Why did Kalpana prescribe such medicines?"

I looked at him crossly. There wasn't much point, but Sanjay danced around that subject.

"आणि काय म्हणाली ती?" he asked after a pause. "What else did she say?"

"तुझ्या सारख्या यौवनाने तो स्वतःच तरुण होईल पण औषधें दिली की तुलाही तृप्ती मिळेल," I whispered. "With your youth he would become young, but with medicines you too would get pleasure."

Sanjay fidgeted with his erection, and I had a lusty thought watching him. The elderly couple sat in a far corner, so I pulled him into the exit. I made him stand at the edge facing inside, which brought his crotch to my chest. I lewdly inspected and groped his bulge. Before he could say anything, I pulled down the zipper. I nuzzled his crotch and inhaled the scent of his genitals. His erection struggled to stay inside; I nibbled on the knob, sucking on it as he suctioned my nipple over my top. He surely enjoyed my mouth on his dick but was too afraid of getting caught and pushed me away. Ranjan would have forced me to take it in.

Stepping out on the terrace, I locked eyes with him. He was perturbed by my lewdness; only in a matter of days I turned into a slut. He knew my naughty side, but my sexual side definitely made him question his judgment.

We didn't reach any conclusion that evening but understood the taboo intrigued us. Social conditioning made it difficult to admit, but our passions broke the shackles rather easily. He continued to avoid those discussions, but I persisted, and our journey continued.

A few things remain to give our readers a complete picture. You heard what happened that evening from my perspective, but there were a few things Sanjay didn't share with me, not until much later. It's time to share what happened between him and Swapna.

That fateful evening Sanjay was on a high and began grasping the reality of our situation. I couldn't comprehend what he thought, but Swapna alerted him to Ranjan's wayward ways. Maybe it was the reason Sanjay kept his distance and only joined them at my behest. That Ranjan had been wooing me was obvious, but that he would be successful, Sanjay only understood it that night.

It was a strange quandary. He didn't want me yielding to Ranjan but didn't have the courage to stand up to him either. As Ranjan ordered him around, Swapna teased him, asking if he liked what he saw.

On the roof, as I handed the glass to Ranjan, his eyes followed me. No doubt our chemistry mesmerized him and he leaked watching our bodies embrace. Swapna dragged him down, saying watching was not a good idea.

In the room, Sanjay's mind was elsewhere as they picked up the necessities. His mother smirked, and I was certain Sanjay understood that in hindsight. Swapna stayed quiet, but Sanjay's tense face worried her.

As they stepped out and turned into the dark corner that led to the metal stairs for the terrace, Swapna called, "थांब रे." "Wait up."

She stepped behind him, by the stairs, and exhaled in his ear. Taking advantage of his helplessness, both hands carrying things, she groped his crotch.

"स्वप्ना, काय करते तू?" he blurted. "What are you doing, Swapna?"

"किल्ली शोधते रे," she calmly replied, pushing her hands in his pockets and pretending to search. "Searching for keys."

Ranjan rarely shared his bike with anyone, so there was no way Sanjay would have the keys. He hinted that Swapna got uncomfortably close sometimes, but it seems like he acclimated to it.

Her lanky figure allowed her to envelop him. It felt awkward, but within moments he realized her intentions were not noble as her fingers felt his stiff member.

"स्वप्ना..." he muttered. "Swapna."

The baggy trousers were no hindrance as she squeezed his rigid member. She pulled him in and fondled his chest. One of her hands busily fondled his member while the other massaged his chest and slowly crept inside his shirt, caressing it.

"थोडं वेळ दे रे त्यांना," she whispered. "खोलीत सुद्धा तू उगाच घाई केली." "Give them some time. In the room too, you made haste."

Breathing on his neck worked him up, and his penis thickened. She pulled it out of his underwear and stroked it. It tented his trousers, which allowed her to comfortably stroke while still inside.

Her other hand moved to his nipple and squeezed it. Her soft kisses slowly spread from his neck to his cheeks, and gradually Sanjay turned his face and offered his lips. She was perhaps an inch taller. It felt strange, but Sanjay couldn't resist. Swapna sealed his lips and pushed her tongue inside. Her warmth melted him, and he kissed her. Swapna liked him and would have married him had he shown interest.

Sanjay somehow let her be the aggressor as she voraciously nibbled his lips. It didn't last long, as he broke her embrace. Swapna didn't let him go and forcefully pulled him, and this time her hand reached for his zipper and pulled it down in one stroke.

"स्वप्ना..." he blurted. "Swapna."

"कोणी येत नाही इथे," she assured. "No one comes here."

"सोड ग?" he urged. "Let go of me."

Swapna eagerly pushed her hand inside and pulled out his rod.

"छान आहे रे," she whispered. "It's nice."

He exhaled, absorbing those pleasant sensations, and she turned around and latched onto his lips. He put the jug and ice on the table in the hallway and kissed back. She towered over him and kissed as if there were no tomorrow. It was a fairly long kiss, and they got intimately familiar.

"तू खरंच तापलेला आहे," she whispered. "रंजन म्हणत होता ते खरं आहे." "You are horny. Ranjan was right."

"काय?" "What?"

"काही पुरुषांना आवडतं असं," she said, weighing her words. "आपल्या प्रेयसीला परपुरुषाबरोबर पाहणं." "Some men like it. Watching their women with other men."

"वाटेल ते बोलते तू," he raised his voice. "Stop talking nonsense."

She shushed him. Silence reigned for a few seconds, and then she whispered in his ear, "खरं ते बोलते." "I am telling the truth."

Sanjay's stunned silence spoke volumes. Gaining confidence, she muttered, "यात काही गैर नाही. शिवाय, मयुरी दिसते तितकी साधी नाही." "Nothing wrong with that. Besides, Mayuri is not as simple as she looks."

"पण स्वप्ना, किमान तू मध्यस्थी करायला हवी होती," he said. "Swapna, you should have intervened."

"हार्मोन्सवर कोणाचाही नियंत्रण नसतो," she calmly replied. "No one can control hormones."

He pushed her away and zipped up, hurrying upstairs. Swapna followed, trying to restrain him. At the top of the stairs, she held him, so he sat down, putting down the jug and icebox.

"तू असं काय वर जातो," she whispered. "What are you doing?"

"का? काय झालं?" He said, sitting on the ledge with his feet dangling down the ladder. "Why? What happened?"

"वर काय सत्यनारायणाची पूजा चालली आहे?" She exhaled, reaching for the top. "What do you think is going on up there?"

There was a tense silence as it sunk in. She fondled his crotch and slowly kissed him.

"मयुरी कोणालाही चान्स देत नाही," she said. "आज योगायोगाने संधी मिळाली. थोडा वेळ दे त्यांना." "Mayuri doesn't give chances. Today they have an opportunity; give them some time."

"स्वप्ना काय बोलते तू?" he blurted. "What are you saying?"

"गच्चीवर रंजनचे असलेच उद्योग चालू असतात," she explained. "Ranjan does such things on the terrace."

"सांगता येत नाही," she added. "कदाचित तो तिच्या तोंडात देत असेल. किंवा पलंगावर झवत असेल." "Not sure. Perhaps he may have her suck him or fuck her on the bed."

Sanjay hesitantly looked back, but it was dark, so it was hard to see. Swapna chuckled, "तुला खरंच वाटलं की काय?" "You took it for real?"

Still his eyes continued to peer into that dark patch partially covered by the roof. Swapna pulled down the zipper and pushed her hand inside, and this time, he turned to her and latched onto her lips, kissing her voraciously. She pushed him back on the terrace as they continued. The terrace was frequented by only Ranjan and his friends, so it was private, and Swapna cleaned it.

"थोडा वेळ लागेल पण नकीच होईल," she exhaled, breaking the kiss. "It may take some time, but it will surely happen."

"स्वप्ना, तू काही बोलत का नाही?" He muttered. "Swapna, why don't you say anything?"

"माझं नशीब रे," she said. "माझं सोड तुझं काय?" "It's my fate. Leave me; what about you?"

He was conflicted: on one hand, he didn't want me socializing with Ranjan, and yet he made out with his girlfriend. It all seemed to happen fast, and it didn't seem he had any control.

"मयुरी अशी सजून कोणासाठी आली?" She said. "तू तिचा बॉयफ्रेंड ना? मग तो काय करतो तिच्यासोबत?" "Who did she dress up like this for? You are her boyfriend, right? Then what is he doing with her?"

"आणि नाकात नथ घालून आली रंजन साठी," she added excitedly. "And she wore a nose ring for him."

Not all girls wore nose rings or studs, but a few did, and everyone had their nose pierced at a young age. Swapna always wore a ring because Ranjan insisted on it, saying that it was the essence of femininity for Indian women. Even though I wanted to say that I didn't dress up for him, it was the truth. I knew Ranjan would make a pass, and I would allow him liberties. But, as I prepared for that occasion, I realized perhaps I had gone overboard, which, of course, Ranjan noticed, and hence he tried to corner me right away.

"तसं काय नाही," he pleaded, in his usual manner. "Nothing like that."

"हो का?" she teased. "म्हणून पडद्यामागे ते एकमेकांच्या मिठीत का होते?" "Really? That's why they embraced behind the curtain."

"तुझं लक्ष बरं होतं त्यांच्या पायांकडे," she said, stroking his penis. "Your eyes never left them."

The evening's proceedings stunned him and he could hardly react. The sexual anxiety overwhelmed him, and Swapna's teasing was pushing him over the edge. Even though he thought no one noticed, Swapna clearly knew it, and he wondered if even Ranjan's mother did. Maybe this bolstered her opinion that Sanjay was a cuckold and wouldn't mind if her son mounted Mayuri.

"तुला काय म्हणायचं आहे?" He mumbled. "What do you want to say?"

"रंजन मयूरीवर लवकरच चढेल हे तर रंजनच्या आईच्या सुद्धा लक्षात आलं असेल," she added. "Even his mother must have realized that he would mount her."

"काय?" "What?"

"आणि तो चढला की गरोदर होई पर्यंत ती तुला नाही चढू देणार," she emphasized. "And once he mounts, he won't let you mount until his seed blossoms."

She sealed his lips with a kiss and stroked his rod, not allowing him to respond. He was on the edge, and her remark intrigued him more than Ranjan trying to seduce me.

"तू गैर नको समजू पण रंजनच्या रांडांना अटी असतात," she added. "Don't take it wrongly. But Ranjan's sluts have rules."

"उगाच काही पण बोलू नको," he blurted, mustering courage. "Don't talk rubbish."

She grabbed his balls hard and squeezed until he yelped.

"गोटी आहेत म्हणून तू चढू शकतो असा गैरसमज झालेला दिसतोय," she exhaled. "Just because you have balls doesn't mean you can mount."

She eased her grip, but Sanjay was in no mood to respond and was perhaps coming to terms with the situation. The writing was on the wall; Sanjay accepted his fate. The curtain at places didn't reach the floor, and when Ranjan pushed on, I hesitantly stepped back to that area by the open washroom. Through that very narrow opening, he could see our feet were close, and perhaps we made out. He noticed, and that's when Swapna screamed by spotting a lizard to distract them and alert us.

"पुच्ची चाटायची परवानगी आहे," she whispered. "आणि तेही तुझ्या योग्य वर्तनावर अवलंबून आहे." "You may lick her pussy. And that too only if you are on your best behavior."

"मला काही कळत नाही," he blurted, unclear or perhaps afraid of what she implied. "I don't understand."

"लांडगे झवायला बिऱ्हाड सोडून दूर जातात," she whispered. "बीटा नरांना चढायची परवानगी नसते. त्यांना अल्फा मादीच्या जवळ सुद्धा जाता येत नाही." "Wolves leave the herd when they want to fuck. Beta wolves may not mount. They are not even allowed close to alpha females."

"तुला कळतंय ना?" "You are getting it right?"

"नाही." "No."

"तिच्या सुपीक काळात तिला इथे घेऊन ये," she explained. "म्हणजे आजच्या सारखं खाली रोमान्स आणि वर झवाझवी होईल." "Bring her when she is fertile, so, like today, there would be foreplay downstairs and fucking upstairs."

"पण इतर दिवशी तुला मात्र पथ्य पाळावा लागेल." "But you would have to be celibate."

This bewildered Sanjay and he couldn't say a word, but his dick hardened like a rod, betraying him. Swapna kissed and stroked him.

"मयुरीला कळत नाही," she said. "तू अभ्यासाबरोबर सगळ्याच बाबतीत हुशार आहेस." "Mayuri doesn't understand, but it seems you are smart."

"चल तुला वास कसा घ्यायचा शिकवते," she whispered, and without waiting for a response, climbed on top of him, enveloping his face under the bellowed skirt. "Let me teach you how to sniff."

Ranjan had fucked and deposited his cum only ten minutes before we arrived; that's why things were not ready and we had to move the supplies to the terrace. She wanted him to smell a well-fucked pussy but didn't want him to taste it.

Sanjay was quite experienced, and the very moment her panties came closer to him, the smell of semen hit him, and he realized what Swapna was doing. Swapna took a bold step but wasn't sure how he would react, so she tentatively lowered her pussy on his face, but just enough so that he could inhale the intense mixture.

Swapna enjoyed domineering him as she rubbed her panties on top of his nose several times and then slowly pushed aside her gusset and rubbed her lips over his nose. Sanjay was stunned to react, but the urge to lick her pussy eventually took over, and he flicked his tongue across her clit. She immediately lifted herself off and reprimanded him, "वास घ्यायला सांगितलं, चान्स मारायला नाही." "I asked you to only sniff, not enjoy."

"इतकीच हौस असेल तर मागच्या भोकाला चोख ना," she said and moved her anus right on top of his nose. "If you so desire, then you can lick this."

Before Sanjay could react, she tightened her grip and firmly planted it right on top of his nose. He struggled to breathe, but that was exactly the idea, and she made him inhale the musk of her dirty hole for almost a minute before letting him go.

She giggled as she got on top of him and consoled him. He hurriedly got up and hesitantly peeked past the roof to see what we were up to. Swapna pushed him from behind until only a part of his head peeked out of the roofline. It was perhaps the moment Ranjan washed down his alcohol, embracing me and dry-humping me. Not much could be seen from his viewpoint, but we seemed to be clutched tightly.

"तू खरंच समजूतदार आहेस," she whispered. "मयुरीचा नवरा शोभतो तू." "You are considerate; it suits you to be Mayuri's husband."

"लग्नानंतर आपण खूप मजा करू," she added. "After marriage we will have a lot of fun."

Sanjay's eyes were more on us than on her words, so she joined him in watching. It was almost done as I turned around, and it seemed as if I was losing balance and he was only supporting me from behind.

"हे सर्व मोफत नाही बरं का," she warned him. "रंजनच्या अटी असतील." "All of this won't be free. Ranjan would have terms."

It was one reason Sanjay seemed distant that evening, and maybe I misread his reaction as him liking to watch. He considered what she said. Fortunately, Swapna shared none of this until much later and let things unfold.

The next day in college, she understood Sanjay wasn't quite ready. It wasn't common for men to be cuckolds willingly, and for someone like Sanjay, who was bright and a high achiever, it seemed impossible. Ranjan couldn't control himself and persisted. Swapna's awkwardness stemmed from her realizing things could get ugly and that Sanjay may not stomach it. Besides the complex dynamics, she knew my presence would relegate her to a secondary role.

Over time, Sanjay softened his stance and accepted Ranjan's domineering ways reluctantly. He no longer pretended these thoughts aroused him and that he even fantasized about me being taken by his neighbor. He was timid; I was a slut, and these men cared less. I was a few months older, and that showed. I yearned for a manly touch, and Sanjay needed maturity. My eagerness to breed affected his self-esteem.

There was something unique about our life and circumstances. In the era of license raj, there weren't many choices. A handful of brands, one TV channel, and hardly any space to enjoy our solitude. Sex was one constant in our lives. Long-term extramarital affairs were God's boon.

To be continued...