Flashback:
Since we stay in UP, there is hardly any chance to visit a seaside easily and so when Rajesh proposed this tour, I was very much excited. I had only visited a seaside in Maharastra– that too with my parents when I was very young. Ritesh was my hubby’s close pal and Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie were our neighbors. Before marriage Rajesh had toured a couple of places with them along with his parents. So the bonding was quite strong and as Ritesh used to visit our house occasionally I was also pretty comfortable. Ritesh was my husband’s age, around 32-33, bachelor. Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie was an elderly couple, their daughter was married only the previous year and lived in Delhi.
We were having a nice time from the onset of the journey. Manohar Uncle though nearing retirement was very active and agile and cracked jokes every now and then keeping everyone in a joyous mood. His physique was also very well maintained for his age. Photography was his hobby. There was some age difference between Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie as it used to be in the past and she was nearing her forties. Bhabie also was very cooperative and was like a friend to me. Like most housewife of that age, she had a plump body structure, but considering she had a 20-year old daughter, she was not disproportionate or flabby. Unlike a woman of forty, she was also very energetic and cheerful like her husband. We formed a very good team.
It was a short trip of three days only and so we decided to do the sightseeing on the first day and spend the rest two days on the beach. Since Manohar Uncle was busy with his photography subjects, Rajesh, me, Sunita Bhabie and Ritesh were spending time together most of the time when we were out. Honestly I did not notice anything abnormal or any special inclination of Ritesh towards Sunita Bhabie or vice versa, but noticed it for the first time the day after.
It was a sunny day and sun was beating in full flow on the beach. It was hot day. Since I was going for the bath in the sea I selected a dark colored salwar-kamiz so that it does not reveal much when I would be wet. We were all going together to the beach walking on the hot sand. Manohar Uncle and Rajesh both were wearing swimming trunks while Ritesh was wearing a bermuda. I was wearing a red kamiz with white pajamas while Sunita Bhabie was wearing a light blue cotton printed sari with matching blouse.
Manohar Uncle: Sunita you should have borrowed and wear a salwar-kamiz from Anita. That’s much more comfortable rather than the sari.
Me: Yes Uncle, even I told Bhabie before coming out.
Sunita Bhabie: I am okay in the sari baba!
Manohar Uncle: Okay, as you wish. I just told you.
Ritesh: Uncle I am coming in minute. My cigarette stock is finished!
Ritesh went back and we came almost there where waters were coming and receding on the shore. The Waltair beach was rocky and definitely not a very suitable place to take bath. Sunita Bhabie, though was very energetic initially, seemed to be rather frightful from the waves. She recoiled to her shell more than me. She was holding Manohar Uncle’s arm very firmly and was very unwilling to go any deep. Rajesh was holding my hand and we were taking a few steps forward.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, be careful. The sea seems to be rough today. Hold Rajesh’s hand properly
She was giving me all sorts of advices and though I was also not very courageous, but being with my hubby we went a few steps ahead. Water here was almost till my knees and since I was getting off balanced time and again with the waves hitting me, Rajesh held me by my waist.
Me: Hey! Bhabie and Uncle are there. What are you doing?
Rajesh: They will shift their eyes if they see us like this or else Manohar Uncle will follow suit. Ha ha hah…
We laughed and I was having a real good time in Rajesh’s arms. But soon my hubby seemed restless and was tempted by the roaring sea and was eager to go deep. I soon found Manohar Uncle also keen to show us how deep he could go. They both were good swimmers and had previous experience of going deep into the sea. Ritesh seemed not that adventurous and was happy to stay on the shore. In spite of me and Bhabie advocating our husbands not to go deep, they were pretty inclined to enjoy the sea.
Sunita Bhabie: Okay then, lets fix a time that after that you will be back and we will enjoy together. Mind you we both would be in tension till you…
Manohar Uncle: Okay baba! We will be back within 20 minutes. Happy? Rajesh what do you say?
Rajesh: Sure uncle. You people would never realize what fun can be had if you go to that place!
Saying that he pointed to the area beyond where waters were breaking on the beach with steamy white foams.
Me: Rajesh, please take care and don’t be too adventurous.
Rajesh: Okay jaan.
I kept watching as Rajesh was going deep into the sea climbing the waves and using his swimming skills. Manohar Uncle was also equal to the task even at his age!
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, lets get back a few steps. The force seemed to have increased.
It was true that the current in the seawater had increased somewhat.
Ritesh: Bhabie, its tide time, hence you feeling the current.
Me: Ritesh then should we get back a few steps?
Ritesh: Yes, yes. But just wait till this wave recedes.
The water went back and we both hurried back a few steps.
Ritesh: Bhabie, you stay in the middle. You will feel secure.
As we got back, Ritesh made Sunita Bhabie stay in between us, I was holding her right hand and Ritesh was holding her left hand. Probably from this point I noticed that Ritesh was getting a bit too caring for her and trying to get close to her ‘physically’ and very surprisingly Bhabie also allowed him a free entry!
The sea was getting rough and the waves were of unequal heights. In spite of us getting a few steps back, one or two waves were high enough to drench us almost till our waist. And I could already feel my pajama slipping down off my waist an inch or two under my kamiz, as it was getting heavier due to soaking water. I was time and again trying to loosen my kamiz over my large buttocks, as it was getting stuck being wet. And that way surely I would look rather vulgar as my ass crack would visible over my wet salwar-kamiz. Fortunately, the beach was very sparsely populated today and except for a few bathing at a distance we were not being watched by anyone.
Bhabie naturally was facing more problems than me as she was wearing the sari. Her condition was pretty worse, but unexpectedly she was fairly oblivious, and was more keen to scream like a teenage girl when a wave was approaching us. Like myself her lower half of the body was also completely soaked and her sari had tangled up revealing her white petticoat. Moreover, her pallu was getting disoriented over and over again due to the stiff breeze and her blouse-covered big firm breasts kept peeping out.
Ritesh: Look out!
There was a loud scream from Ritesh and before I could react properly a big wave pushed us back a few feet and I could realize my panty got wet for the first time now. Sunita Bhabie almost lopsided due to the force of the wave, but fortunately since myself and Ritesh were holding her hands, she did not fall in the water, but she was now all wet and honestly she looked horribly indecent especially being in a public place. She was wet till her shoulders, her pallu was out of place, her wet heavy sari slipped down her waist exposing her petticoat knot, and her completely soaked blouse looked awfully flimsy. On top of this she was laughing away and more or less clinging to Ritesh though was also holding my hand.
Me: Bhabie, you better recompose yourself once. Your sari is…
Ritesh: Why Anita? Who is watching us? Lets enjoy. Hey another biggie is coming, take a few strides forward. Yahooooooooo…
Sunita Bhabie: R-i-t-e-s-h… No, no…
Bhabie could not complete her words the way Ritesh snatched her forward and a big wave immediately subsided us well over our waist. I lost my grip on Bhabie’s hand and almost fell down in the water, but somehow managed to maintain my balance. But what I saw in the next 30 seconds or so in front of me was purely unbelievable to me!
As I lost Bhabie’s hand, I saw Bhabie being pulled forward by Ritesh a couple of steps, but the force of the ensuing wave made them both off balance and they clung to each other as they floated for some moments among effervescent white foam. I saw Ritesh was hugging Sunita Bhabie very closely and she was also latching on to him. After the initial jolt as the wave receded I was amazed to see Ritesh was still embracing her very closely and she was shamelessly enjoying that! I could clearly see Ritesh’s face near her shoulder and Bhabie’s boobs remained tightly pressed on his chest. And as Ritesh reluctantly released her from his arms, Sunita Bhabie looked appalling - her sari was totally disoriented, her white brassiere inside her wet flimsy blouse was completely visible, and her petticoat being fully wet slipped down so much from her waist that her red panty was peeping out! Ritesh was helping her gather the sari as I advanced towards them and of course he was enjoying Bhabie’s exposed beauty from such close proximity.
Anita: Bhabie are you okay? That came real fast!
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I would have sunk had Ritesh not been there today. I was floating you know!
I helped her to wrap the sari and put the pallu in place. Bhabie’s full figure could clearly be made out as the sari was so wet was almost nonexistent.
Ritesh: But Bhabie tell frankly are you getting fun or not?
Sunita Bhabie: Oh! Surely. I am enjoying after such a long time!
I said in my mind – why not? At your age of forty, you are getting the hugs and touches of a matured robust bachelor like Ritesh, why would you not enjoy! I tried to look for Rajesh, but he was not visible, as both he and Manohar Uncle went far off amidst the sea. Ritesh seemed rather confident after that hug and this time when we prepared for succeeding waves, he casually encircled Bhabie’s waist with his right hand! Bhabie’s big boobs looked so prominent through her wet semi-transparent sari and I was quite surprised to see how firmly they stood within her bra at her age! Of course, Ritesh was time and again eyeing them as we continued playing with the waves.
Ritesh: Hey Anita, lets sit on the beach and enjoy the waters now. You will surely find fun in it and of course it’s more relaxing.
Me: Okay Ritesh. Bhabie what do you say?
Sunita Bhabie: No issues, but we cannot sit here in water, we need to get back there.
Saying that she pointed to our back from where the waves were receding. We walked to the backside on the shore and selected a suitable place to sit and enjoy the sunshine as well as the saline water. The waves were coming and receding on the sands relentlessly.
Ritesh: Bhabie, let me sit at your backside so that I can cover you both if there is a bigger wave.
Sunita Bhabie: You better protect us properly else our hubbies would not spare you!
We were all laughing as we sat on the sands. It was good fun to have waves on our laps – the froth, the sand-mixed saline water with the approaching and retreating effects were making things very enjoyable. Each time a wave surrounded us, we were getting slightly backwards in our sitting position over the sand and when the water retreated, it seemed the wave was taking us forward along with it! So, all in all we were having a real good time on the beach.
Just then a family arrived and stood almost adjacent to us; two girls and their parents. The elder girl looked quite attractive especially with her skintight jeans and top. Her round boobs were appearing very prominent through her body-hugging top. Immediately Bhabie and me started teasing Ritesh in a soft voice. I did note that Ritesh had shifted significantly from me to a position almost behind Bhabie and had stretched his legs in the form of a “V” from his sitting posture. Initially I did not got his plan, but soon was clear as a comparatively bigger wave broke in front of us.
Sunita Bhabie shrieked as usual and I also gulped some salty water in the process, as the wave was pretty forceful. Though I quickly recovered but what I saw in front of my eyes was an unbelievable sight! The force of the wave had pulled Bhabie backwards and as Ritesh had positioned him with his stretched legs just at her back, she landed perfectly in his “V”. Ritesh promptly grabbed her and I clearly saw Ritesh was cupping her big wet boobs over her blouse with both hands. If it were only a boob grabbing sequence I would still have digested the sequence, but Sunita Bhabie was in a complete mess!
She probably was caught totally unaware by the flash wave and was entirely off balanced. Her hands and legs were in the air and she was pushed backward and landed in Ritesh’s lap who must have been more than obliged! The current of the wave pulled her sari up to her waist almost and her very plump and fair legs were entirely exposed. From my position I could even see her red panty! Bhabie was almost half floating in water and Ritesh was trying to assist her in the most erotic way by grabbing her boobs from below her armpits. She was screaming as usual and just then the water started moving back and Bhabie again lost balance and this time Ritesh also lost some grip over Bhabie. The wave started pulling Bhabie towards the sea and she started screaming at the top of her voice.
Ritesh was smart enough to get control over the situation and quickly held Bhabie very firmly by her hands so that she could not slip away. I noticed he had great strength and dragged Sunita Bhabie’s 40-year-old plump figure towards his body as the sandy waters drew away. As the episode was over I thought Bhabie should immediately recompose herself, as she was too much exposed to be in like this in a public place. I noticed that the father of the two girls bathing nearby was having an eyeful on Bhabie’s exposed thighs and legs, as her sari was still rolled up near her waist and luckily now her panty was not visible though it was very evident just a few moments ago. Frankly, I did not want to interrupt, as I wanted to see how far Ritesh would go!
God seemed to be rather kind to Ritesh as the very next moment there was another wave. This one was normal and it just filled our laps with sandy water. Even if Bhabie had thought to recompose herself and separate her from Ritesh, especially as she was aware that I was watching her from very close quarters, the wave did not give her that opportunity. The water helped her to push more into Ritesh’s body and this time it was a very apparent hug from Ritesh and she ended up sitting on his lap with waters surrounding them. I noted Bhabie’s eyes were closed – I could not comprehend why:
-in shame as I was present?
-in exhaustion fighting the waves?
-in the loving touches of Ritesh?
Now what Ritesh did was absolutely unexpected. He winked at me with Sunita Bhabie in his lap, his arms surrounding her matured breasts! I was so very astonished! He wanted to indicate me that he was taking advantage of this elderly lady physically and I should comply with it! Just then Bhabie probably realized that she was going a bit too far and opened her eyes, immediately separated herself from Ritesh’s close hug, and tried her best to save the situation by trying to explain me how the wave had almost carried her away. She immediately pulled her sari down and covered her thighs and legs properly. She adjusted her pallu to the right place, as more than half of her ripe mature boobs were visible over her wet blouse. She stood up and struggled to look decent. Ritesh also warned her in his own way.
Ritesh: Anita, the time is up. Isn’t it? They should come back now. Can you see them?
I did not reply to that as Bhabie herself looked at the sea to find his husband was coming or not. I was bewildered by the shamelessness of her and this sudden affinity towards Ritesh! As Bhabie was standing just in front of me, her huge round gaand was very prominent through her wet sari; even her ass crack was so evidently noticeable! Her panty-line also was so very clear on her ass! I noticed the father of those two girls was peeping frequently at Sunita Bhabie avoiding his wife’s eyes. Bhabie was desperately trying to hide her ample and fleshy figure in her wet clothes.
Rajesh and Manohar Uncle came back after some minutes and then mainly due to Sunita Bhabie’s unwillingness to bathe any more, we all went back to our hotel. I could not forget what I saw between Bhabie and Ritesh on the beach and out of feminine curiosity was watching them if I could find out more of the unthinkable relation that had suddenly developed. Ritesh and Sunita Bhabie were most normal when in group and frankly I was rather frustrated not seeing them segregated or suddenly catching them off guard. But little did I know that my wish would be fulfilled the day after!
We were all gossiping at the sea beach in the evening enjoying the cool breeze from the sea mixed with water particles.
Sunita Bhabie: Today it was rather hot when we came for bathing, lets come earlier tomorrow.
Me: Why so early Bhabie? I want to sleep a little longer.
Manohar Uncle: I agree with Anita though in any case I have to go to the market once in the morning. I will go to the sea at noon. Rajesh?
Rajesh: Yes uncle. Will accompany you. Ritesh, my brother, please take them for a bath if they wish.
Ritesh: I will not awake before noon tomorrow. Ha ha haa…
Rajesh: O yes! You have that jumbo bottle to finish up! Ha ha haa…
Sunita Bhabie: Oh! Anita! See the shine on their faces!
Me: Huh! Can’t you all enjoy without that?
Rajesh: Jaan, just a little as you know. We are on a vacation yaar!
Me: W-h-y? Lets chat and sing till late night and then we all can participate!
Manohar Uncle: Please Anita. You know that none of us are drunkards. And who says you cannot participate? You and your Bhabie will also sip a little? Why have different outputs when we all are in the same boat?
Rajesh: Right uncle. We will have good fun. Ritesh will sing songs. A-h-a…
Me: Huh!
Sunita Bhabie: Okay, we will not spoil your enjoyment. But mind you, consume within your limits.
Ritesh: Done Bhabie, done. What do you say Rajesh?
Rajesh: Absolutely!
We chatted for some more time and then went to the hotel. Ultimately it was decided that since Manohar Uncle and my husband would go to the market in the morning; Bhabie and me would go on our own and if Ritesh gets up early, he will accompany us. In the noon when everybody would be available, we will have a bath together.
Manohar Uncle was the main lead in arranging the drinks table. There were vodka with lime cordial and whiskey with soda. Bhabie and me consumed vodka and the males took whiskey. We were chatting, laughing, and Ritesh who had a nice voice was singing old songs. On the whole it was a rather enjoyable late evening party. Naturally I had never ever consumed alcohol before marriage and it was fully due to my hubby’s persuasion and request that I agreed to sip. And today was hardly the third or fourth time I was drinking alcohol.
I remembered the first time I gulped alcohol was in our own residence when my mother-in-law and father-in-law were away to their native village and Rajesh and me were alone in the house. Once I was able to clear the initial inhibition about alcohol, frankly with such tasty accessories like grilled chicken, cashew nuts, and vinegar soaked onion, it didn’t taste that bad! Of course, the odor was repulsive. We had the drinks in the comforts of our bedroom watching an English porn CD, which Rajesh had brought. Unlike the few porn CDs that I had watched courtesy my husband, this was a slightly better one. The heroine fortunately was not in a hurry to get naked and be on bed. Rajesh and I had a good time together sipping the drink and watching the sex scenes on bed and ultimately most expectedly before the movie could end my husband started fucking me!
Rajesh was in a feverish mood and that day I really liked my intoxicated husband the way he forcefully was hugging and cuddling me, speaking vulgar things, and was trying to force his hard erect lund into my pussy and slipping time and again. I was also having a nice tipsy feeling and being completely nude on my soft bed in his arms was a heavenly feeling. I do not remember many days I had intercourse with lights on in the room – that day in our intoxicated hex we forgot to switch off the lights!
Sunita Bhabie and I had completed our first round of drinks and we thought to go to the room balcony. Bhabie stumbled while passing by the cupboard and I could well realize the vodka had started taking its toll on her. I was also feeling tipsy already! When we were alone on the balcony, Bhabie suddenly held my hands and her eyes were watery. I was somewhat bowled over by this development.
Me: Bhabie, what happened? What’s the matter?
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I know you must be thinking poorly about me!
Me: About you? But why Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I am so frustrated…
She started sobbing. I looked around to check if anyone was coming, but noted that the males were busy with their drinks and chatting. I put my hand on Bhabie’s back and tried to soothe her.
Sunita Bhabie: Tell me honestly, you did not mind anything in the morning while bathing in the sea?
Me: No err… actually I mean its okay Bhabie. The wave came so suddenly…
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, you don’t need to camouflage things. I know what happened and what you saw.
Me: Bhabie, it was very apparent actually.
Sunita Bhabie: I know you must be thinking that at this age Bhabie is flirting with a bachelor! And that too being the mother of a daughter who just recently got married! Shame on me! Isn’t it Anita?
Me: I mean… err… I never meant anything like that.
Sunita Bhabie: Everything need not be spelt out Anita. But don’t think I am a … I am so upset and frustrated Anita…
Me: Bhabie, Bhabie. Don’t cry. Please tell me your problem and you will feel better. I might not be finding you a solution, but sharing will definitely help you Bhabie.
Her pallu was down and her deep cleavage was visible and I quickly wrapped the pallu at the proper place and made her sit on the chair in the balcony. I offered her the jug of water and she seemed to recompose quickly.
Me: Wait Bhabie, I will bring a drink for you.
I asked her to wait and was keen to know what was the issue of her frustration and how she got attracted to Ritesh with her huge age difference. I naturally got huge welcome words from Rajesh and Manohar Uncle as I took the drinks for us to the balcony.
We both sat comfortably in the balcony and Bhabie started sharing her problem with me. I was pretty sure that it was the result of her intoxication as well as what I saw today on the beach while bathing. She must have been feeling guilty later on and now wanted to clear up her position. I also was not her friend that she would share her personal life to me. Bhabie was near about 15 years elder than me!
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, you know what menopause is?
Me: Hmm. Of course Bhabie.
Sunita Bhabie: Do you know the exact consequences of it when it happens?
Me: Not actually, but the menses would stop.
Sunita Bhabie: Yes that’s the bottom line, but there are so many associated symptoms…
Me: Are you at that juncture?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes Anita, though my periods have not stopped, but have become very irregular. Not only that I am having a lot of trouble as if there has been a change in my womanhood. Mentally and physically I am so disoriented for the last six months. And in fact, you know, I gave the nod for this trip to feel better only!
Me: But I think Uncle can form a good support for you in this stage.
Sunita Bhabie made such a face hearing Manohar Uncle’s name that I was rather surprised. They apparently seem to gel very well!
Sunita Bhabie: Okay, tell me Anita how do you see your uncle?
Me: Meaning?
Sunita Bhabie: I mean how do you rate him as a person?
Me: O! Absolutely great! Manohar Uncle is so energetic and joyful! The way he cracks jokes and makes us laugh every time… he is the symbol of life Bhabie. You must be very happy living with such a spirited person.
Bhabie sipped her vodka and replied me.
Sunita Bhabie: True. He is great. He is joyful. I am blessed to have such a person as my husband. Agreed. But is that all? Does he not have a responsibility to support my age and my necessities?
Me: I did not get you Bhabie.
Sunita Bhabie: I feel so ashamed to tell you all this… You are so young in comparison to me!
Me: Bhabie you still seem to have a barrier in your mind regarding me. You do not consider me…
Sunita Bhabie: No, no Anita. I adore you very much and that’s why I am sharing with you.
She again took a sip of vodka, but I was more keen in digging out Bhabie’s personal life. My drink remained untouched.
Sunita Bhabie: Actually as I am approaching menopause, instead of taking care of me, your Manohar Uncle had just turned his face away regarding this matter. As you can see we have an age difference between us and if I can understand his age, why can’t he be conscious of my needs?
Me: If he is aware that you understand his age, then he should also…
Bhabie snatched my words to reply. She seemed very dejected from the core of her heart.
Sunita Bhabie: Aware! I had not requested for anything physical this past one year, because I know he no longer has it in him. But does that mean he will not even touch me Anita? Does that mean he will ignore me physically?
Me: Certainly not!
I could well realize Bhabie was getting carried away by the intoxication of the vodka.
Sunita Bhabie: But your uncle has been doing exactly that for the past few months. Anita, I do not know what you are thinking about me, but believe me, I am not demanding… what should I say… I mean err… I am not demanding sex, but I want a little love and care in my menopausal state. That’s all.
Bhabie again started sobbing
Me: Hmm, why don’t you talk to uncle regarding this matter?
Sunita Bhabie: Talk? Do you think I did not try, but in his philosophy desiring these at this age is a crime! He will simply make a fun out of me if I show the urge to discuss on this topic with him. I know this man for 25 years Anita.
Me: I sympathize with you Bhabie. But…
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, forget about the inner bodily pains or the mental irritation due to this menopausal state, but the gross ones also needs his help. You know, my pussy itches so much at times, but strangely there is no secretion! It’s such a torrid state how would I explain you! My breasts and thighs seem to be so cramped at times that it feels like having a good massage to lessen my pain. But…
Me: But what Bhabie?
She paused a bit to gulp another part of her drink.
Sunita Bhabie: But your uncle. One night I requested him to massage my breasts as it was aching and tightening significantly. Forget about a massage, he did not even keep his palm on my breast! Another night I was having cramps in my thighs and hence had raised my nighty till my waist to apply an ointment to my inner thighs. He entered the room from toilet and seeing me in that posture slammed me saying what not…
Me: That’s sad Bhabie!
Sunita Bhabie: I do not believe this is the same man… And that’s not all Anita. How should I tell you? It’s so shameful.
Me: Finish your drink and tell me Bhabie.
She finished her glass bottoms up and shook her head. Now she was above the tipsy state I could realize from her eyes.
Sunita Bhabie: Your uncle has the habit of getting up early and does some reading in his study. That night I was having a terrible itching in my pussy and I had lifted my nighty and tried to coax me with my own finger and I did not know when I got asleep. When your uncle got out of the bed he must have noted that my nighty was pretty much disoriented, but he silently went to the study! Minutes later our servant Gajodhar came.
Me: Gajodhar meaning Gayathri’s husband?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, yes. He is the husband of your maid. Actually Gayathri was on leave for some days and Gajodhar was doing her chores.
Me: O I see. Then?
Sunita Bhabie: Your uncle knew that it was not Gayathri. There were many a days that I was lying on bed when Gayathri had come to mop the floor. But when he knew that a male had come, he should have waked me up or at least straighten my nighty. Isn’t it?
Me: Surely.
Sunita Bhabie: But your uncle remained dumb knowing that Gajodhar would mop the floor and I was sleeping on bed with my nighty…
Bhabie paused for a second bending down her head and then continued.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, you know, not only that, your uncle also was aware that I was not even wearing a panty. Still can you imagine - he did not even bother to wake me up, but simply allowed that rascal Gajodhar to mop the floor of our bedroom!
I was eager to know what exactly Gayathri’s husband saw of Bhabie, but was unsure of how to put it. Bhabie herself made it easy as she narrated every detail in the charm of the vodka!
Sunita Bhabie: Your uncle ignored me like anything! What dignity was left of me in front of my servant? Just tell me Anita? Shame on me… I am sleeping in my bed with my nighty bunched up at my waist and that Gajodhar was mopping the floor and my beloved husband was sitting in his study! Huh!
Me: Did Gayathri’s husband…?
Sunita Bhabie: I am damn sure that bastard saw everything that day. We do not even use a mosquito net over our bed, so the view was crystal clear…
Me: What are you saying Bhabie! Did he see your… I mean err. choot also? I mean when you got up did you find him in the room?
Sunita Bhabie: What else I am telling then? Anita, when I got up I saw with my sleepy eyes that Gajodhar was mopping the floor and I remembered that Gayathri was on leave. Then realizing my exposed state, I immediately pulled down my nighty to cover me. But surely by that time he must have seen my uncovered hairy choot. As I got up I still looked horrible, as you can understand Anita, I was not wearing any undergarments. I quickly went inside the toilet to get cover, but the big smile on that bastard’s face told the story.
Me: Sounds very weird Bhabie! Why would Manohar Uncle behave like that?
Sunita Bhabie: I don’t know what sin I had committed. And believe me, when I went to him with the morning tea, your uncle was as normal as ever! He has been indifferent to me during those days and I suffered so much mentally. The physical pains and aches only complemented to it.
Me: Bhabie, shall I bring another drink?
Sunita Bhabie: Are we consuming too much?
Me: No, no Bhabie, we had two small there with them and one here in the balcony. If you feel otherwise, then…
Sunita Bhabie: No, no, on the contrary I am really enjoying the drink.
Me: Great Bhabie. Then I will proceed for another one.
I ascended from my chair and immediately felt a spin due to my intoxication, but managed myself and went to the room where my husband, Ritesh, and Manohar Uncle were having a gala time with hard drinks. They were pretty surprised that we wanted another drink and prepared a couple of miniature Patialas for us.
I was getting an uncanny urge within myself to know more about this lady’s private life and I knew if I could make her guzzle down some more vodka, she would reveal all her spicy secrets. As I sat in my chair beside Sunita Bhabie, I threw my next question so that she could not deviate from the topic.
Me: Bhabie, then how did you manage this issue?
Sunita Bhabie: Initially I thought it might be a one-day ignorance on your uncle’s part, but when it started happening day in and day out, I was really getting irritated and dejected. Another day, you know Anita, I was again overlooked by him and that day was even worse than this one.
She sipped her vodka and I wondered what could be “even wore” than her middle-aged servant seeing her choot!
Sunita Bhabie: It also happened during the time Gajodhar was working in our home in place of Gayathri. We were going somewhere I do not remember exactly and there were some heavy luggage with us and so we decided to take Gajodhar with us. Unfortunately, there were some trains canceled that day and the station was thronged with people anticipating the train.
Me: Oh! Trains canceled means a pathetic situation….
Sunita Bhabie: Yes exactly. Seeing the situation I could foresee that the ensuing train would be packed and my condition would be quite vulnerable amidst so many males hustling and bustling around to get inside the compartment. So I just requested him to give me some protection while I get inside the compartment. Anita, tell me, did I ask for anything wrong?
Me: Certainly not. I know very well what those filthy males do taking advantage of the crowd.
Sunita Bhabie: Exactly so… Arre, they will do all sorts of dirty activities and you cannot even protest and create a scene in the crowd naa?
Me: True. True. They know that very well.
Sunita Bhabie: That’s why I said to your uncle to be behind me and protect my breasts from the sides and as he would be behind me my backside would automatically be protected. But… who would listen to that? He started giving me ‘gyan’ that at this age I was still unable to take care of myself, what would our daughter do if this was my condition etc. etc. – all rubbish!
Me: Did he not realize the practical problem?
Sunita Bhabie: Not at all and he even said… at my age no one would be interested to do those things with me, I was no longer a teenager, and so on and so forth. I saw the train had already entered the station and there was no point arguing with your uncle. He decided that Gajodhar would not be able to go upfront as he had the luggage, so he himself would escort us and fight the crowd and he asked me to remain in the middle.
Me: That’s somewhat better though those males act from behind mostly.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I have seen 40 springs in my life; I know exactly what happens where. That was the reason I requested your uncle… But he was more interested in taunting my age!
Me: Then?
Sunita Bhabie: How can I say these things to you? I feel so ashamed!
Me: Come on Bhabie. What shame etc. you are talking about! We are friends now. If you keep things to yourself, you will suffer more Bhabie. Tell me naa. Please.
Sunita Bhabie: Okay, if you insist. I entered the compartment somehow pushing and hustling behind your uncle, but realized the situation inside was jam-packed. There were people on both sides of the alley and we were trying to make way through them. Though I kept my handbag close to my boobs I clearly felt a few elbowing to my…
She sipped a little vodka from the glass.
Sunita Bhabie: As your uncle settled at a place, I noticed Gajodhar was able to shift the luggage to an upper berth. I was virtually pressed against your uncle and frankly I was feeling a bit joyous getting his smell and touch after a gap!
I smiled at her.
Sunita Bhabie: I will not hide from you Anita… I moved my handbag off my boobs and pressed them on your uncle back. Even at this age his touch was giving me goosebump. But unfortunately he remained quite unmoved not even bothering to give me a glance! Just then I felt a forceful push on my buttocks. The insides of the compartment was not semi-dark and the way people were standing close to each other I could figure out who did it, but very soon it started bothering me as I felt he had kept his palm on my sari-covered butt.
Me: Oh! The old syndrome! These dirty males…
Sunita Bhabie: I looked from the corner of my eyes if it was Gajodhar, though he won’t have that much courage I knew, but still checked once. I found that both his arms were raised up to hold the handle for balance. Then it has to be someone from my left or right side, but it was impossible for to make out, as there was not an inch to move.
Me: Bhabie, what did you do then? Did he proceed further?
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, see, he must have noticed that I was somewhat deliberately pressing my boobs on your uncle’s back though the train was of course overcrowded and he took that advantage. Frankly I was also enjoying your uncle’s body smell and…
Me: I can understand Bhabie… that’s very natural also especially considering that you were devoid of even a normal hug also!
Sunita Bhabie: True Anita, absolutely. But that rouge was bolder than the normal ones we face in buses or trains.
Me: Why? What did he do?
Sunita Bhabie: Arre, he in no time was able to trace my panty line within my sari and started outlining my panty with his finger on my ass! It was such a ticklish and weird feeling as he skimmed my whole round ass along the hem of my panty! I tried to stand erect within that sandwiched position, but had little effect on that guy. That bastard had now stretched all his fingers on my gaand and was feeling the full roundness of my ass with his whole palm! I could not allow more. It was outrageous!
Me: How did you combat that Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: I obviously could not tell your uncle, as he would surely have made a mockery of me in front of all, so I decided to tell Gajodhar.
Me: Gajodhar?!?
Sunita Bhabie: I was also a bit hesitant initially Anita, but tell me where was the alternative? Otherwise I had to create a scene there.
Me: Hmm. That’s true. But… but what did you tell him Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes I was also tentative, but since that man was gaining in confidence and had already started to mildly pull my panty from over my sari with his fingers, I had to act fast.
Me: My goodness! What courage!
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, if you keep dumb and allow them, these dirty males might end up doing anything taking advantage of the crowd Anita!
Me: I know!
We smiled at each other meaningfully.
Sunita Bhabie: I indicated Gajodhar to come nearer and as soon as I did that I felt that man immediately removed his hand off my gaand. I had to gulp down my shame and though I stammered but whispered to Gajodhar that someone from the crowd was misbehaving on my gaand, but I did not want any scene there. Gajodhar seemed more than glad that I had referred the matter to him and not to my husband and readily replied that he would take care of it.
Me: Then?
Sunita Bhabie: Gajodhar told softly in my ears that I should not press my body on your uncle’s back and stand straight.
Me: Were you still pressing on Manohar uncle?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, err… frankly Anita, I was enjoying very much the way I remained pressed on his back. It was after such a long time…
Me: Hmm.
Sunita Bhabie: But as soon as I stood properly the gap behind me narrowed and Gajodhar further narrowed it by coming very close to me. Now actually I could sense his breathing on my neck. Both his arms were raised above my head to catch the handle for balance. Within moments I could feel something getting hard and protruding out and knocking my firm ass flesh.
Me: Gajodhar’s…?
Sunita Bhabie: Or what? That bastard took the advantage of my vulnerable state and instead of keeping an eye, he himself was using the opportunity to exploit me!
Me: But Bhabie… was that not expected? He is after all from the servant class…
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I know that. That’s why I was mentally prepared to allow that much.
Me: Then what happened?
Sunita Bhabie: Arre, he was just too much! In order to finish off the gap behind me so that no one can insert his hand from the sides, he pressed on my back. And these people… I do not know what underwear they wear… Anita, take my word, I could clearly feel his lund getting bigger as he continued pressing it on my gaand.
Me: My God!
Sunita Bhabie: For the moment I got carried away. Due to my advancing menopausal stage I was deprived of such things for a long time and honestly got thrilled to have a growing lund pressed on my gaand. Automatically my sari-covered back also pressed Gajodhar on his crotch. The scoundrel got more courage at my behavior. I felt a warm hand on my waist. Instantaneously I turned my head, as I thought he was holding the handle with both his hands, and I found he had taken off one hand off the handle, which was on my waist fold.
Me: Gayathri’s husband seems to be quite courageous!
I smiled naughtily at Bhabie and she also smiled back with a tinge of redness on her face.
Sunita Bhabie: You think of my condition. Your uncle was standing just by me, don’t forget that dear!
Me: Right, right.
Sunita Bhabie: My heart was then pounding and I could hear that overcoming the chattering sound of the running train.
Bhabie and I both sipped vodka from our glasses and this time I had also brought some cashew nuts and potato chips with me in a plate, which we were also sharing.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I really did not remember when your uncle last loved me. Again I am not talking of sex, but doing the simple things like hugging or a little foreplay… And when Gajodhar was doing those lewd things very directly in the moving train, instead of stopping him, I just succumbed more and more…
Bhabie was looking at the floor momentarily. Was she feeling ashamed?
Sunita Bhabie: I could not resist him. I was so thirsty of touches at that time. Gajodhar was now gyrating his crotch on my round ass and I was also shamelessly moving my hips subtly to support him.
Bhabie was shaking her head. There was silence for the moment.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, you must be thinking how far down your Bhabie went that she was enjoying with her servant…
Me: Bhabie, if you think like this, then please don’t share. I stand by you completely Bhabie that you have done no wrong.
Sunita Bhabie: Really Anita? I knew you would understand.
I shifted within my chair bringing my ass to the edge of the chair and extended my arm to her. She held my palm firmly and nodded her head.
Me: Bhabie, by no means I am thinking that you have slipped from your path.
Sunita Bhabie: Thanks Anita… Err… Coming back to that incident… While Gajodhar was almost humping my back, all this time your uncle did not even bother to look back once and ask if I was okay or not. After 10 minutes or so a station came. By that time of course that scoundrel had shifted his hand from my waist and had felt every inch of my gaand over my sari. There were more passengers coming board and none alighted! So, you can easily understand the situation.
Me: Hmm.
Sunita Bhabie: With more passengers trying to push through the passage Gajodhar was pressed more on my body. Now the pressure was such that I had to raise both my hands and got hold of your uncle’s back for support. I handed over my handbag to your uncle. But then…
Me: What did he do Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: He is a pakka harami…
Me: Bhabie! What language?
Sunita Bhabie: A-n-i-t-a! You know what he did? I could not even handed my bag to Manohar fully that he put his hand under my armpit to…
Me: Oh!
I started laughing and Bhabie also was amused.
Sunita Bhabie: Arre, wait for the moment….
Me: Its tough to resist seeing those Bhabie. At your age they look very, very firm.
I indicated her boobs through my eyes. Bhabie blushed slightly like any woman and adjusted her pallu over her well-formed boobs as if out of natural reflex.
Sunita Bhabie: I had to lower my arm, as I was pretty sure the person standing to my side could see Gajodhar’s naughty acts if I keep my arm raised. But that idiot did not even shift his hand off my armpit and Gajodhar’s hand remained stuck within my armpit under my arm.
Me: Wow Bhabie! How was the feeling? Must be very…
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, very sexy, but my heart was then in my mouth as your uncle turned towards me.
Me: My goodness!
Sunita Bhabie: It was just momentary though I did not know the reason, rather I was not in a position to think on that also, as Gajodhar’s fingers were crawling over the round cup of my blouse. I quickly looked round to see if anyone was noticing, but fortunately enough everybody was concerned about the crowd. Realizing that I loosened my armpit a bit so that I could enjoy his touches fully. He was cupping and feeling my full mammaries, taking one at a time in his large palm, grabbing and pressing them. The semi darkness setting within the overcrowded compartment obviously helped a lot. You know Anita, it seemed as if after ages someone was touching my boobs! All my menopausal booby aches seemed to resolve on every squeeze that rascal was giving to my tight flesh.
Me: It must have been a true rejuvenation!
Sunita Bhabie: Absolutely! After so many days my vaginal path secreted juices, as due to my age probably I was unable to self-excite myself any more. Gajodhar felt my both breasts amply over my blouse and I felt secured as his arm was hidden under my pallu. But, you know Anita, throughout that incident I felt as if it was not Gajodhar touching me, but it was your uncle making love to me!
Me: Hmm. I can understand that Bhabie.
Sunita Bhabie: The whole thing went on for some more time before the next station came. I could realize Gajodhar was discontented, as he was trying his best to push his lund into my ass crack fully, but expectedly I was wearing a panty under my sari and so he was getting hindrance there.
Me: Little could you do about that!
I smiled and sipped my vodka.
Sunita Bhabie: True, but frankly Anita, at that moment I was regretting! Had I not worn a panty that day certainly would have given me greater pleasure. It all ended at the next station when your uncle managed a seat for me and I got seated there.
Me: Did Gayathri’s husband not try anything else later after that incident on that day?
Sunita Bhabie: No. Fortunately not and I also made it a point not to be alone with him under any circumstances at least on that day and I behaved absolutely normally with him giving him no opportunity to take a further step. Luckily Gayathri was also back to work the day after and so everything was normal again.
Me: You are very lucky Bhabie that way…
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, I know. These males are dangerous, if they scent blood, they will go for the kill. Gajodhar might have also thought that he would get a sure shot chance to lay me on bed, but I made sure that there arose no such opportunity for him.
Me: That’s really great on your part! But tell me Bhabie did you sleep properly that night? I am asking this since you had a male interaction after such a long tome!
Sunita Bhabie: Oh! That night. I was only wriggling on bed, as your uncle was as cold as ever to me that night also. A warm hug would have eased out everything off my mind, but… yes, definitely my waist and thigh aches were lesser that night and even my boobs were not that taut. And since after a long time my vaginal path got wet, I felt much, much better though that night I really wished to be….
Me: I can understand Bhabie.
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, even at 40 years+ that night I aspired to be in Manohar’s arms and craved for an intercourse session!
Me: … which was quite natural also.
There were some moments of silence and then Bhabie again continued.
Sunita Bhabie: But Anita… I probably stepped on the beehive that day because the itching, which started after that day in my pussy drove me almost crazy. All my menopausal symptoms seemed to have aggravated so much! I was so very restless the whole of the week that followed. I cannot describe in words to you Anita - my boobs always remained taut and aching, my nipples were discharging fluid, and my pussy was itching all the time but my vaginal path was as dry as a bone. I was getting wilder as Manohar was not responding at all to my symptoms and bypassing things by just saying, “Go to the doctor”.
Me: A very tough situation for any woman….
Sunita Bhabie: Yes Anita… And ultimately the inevitable happened. I was so desperate those days that I lost my conscience and clung to the nearest available opportunity!
My eyes as if sparkled listening to that anticipating some more revealing facts from this elderly woman.
Me: Meaning?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no! Not the ultimate of course…
We both smiled meaningfully.
Me: Oh! Okay!
Sunita Bhabie: As I was saying that whole week after that episode with Gajodhar, my body developed more aches than before! Anita, you won’t imagine that these remained so taut that I had to start remain bra-less in my house during the day.
Bhabie pointed to her globes under her sari pallu. We both again sipped our vodka and I was enjoying quite a bit of tipsy feeling now and Bhabie also must have been having the same alcoholic spell.
Sunita Bhabie: And not only that, I was simultaneously getting vaginal and inner thigh cramps and was in a very messy situation. Just during that time my sister called up from Delhi and told of sending Nandu in vacation to our place, which was not a very uncommon phenomenon though. Nandu did come previously also to our house and stayed for a week or so during his vacations in school.
Me: okay. Nandu is your sister’s son?
Sunita Bhabie: Right, he is my elder sister’s son. Actually she is the one who got the matrimonial tip for my daughter.
Me: I see.
Sunita Bhabie: Nandu will give ISC this year, but during that time he was in Class XI. Believe me Anita, as soon as I saw him when he arrived at our place, my mind started working dirty and I…
Bhabie looked towards the floor and she was shaking her head and I could understand she must have been feeling guilty for something.
Me: Bhabie… please don’t break off.
Sunita Bhabie: Yes… Actually Anita I somehow omitted my scruples and did such lousy things that… I am like his mother you know Anita… Nandu respects me like that only, but I exploited him… I tasted the taboo! Huh! But you know Anita, towards the end he was also… I could feel that, but I have to be blamed because…
Me: Bhabie. Bhabie. Calm down first. Tell me everything in a proper fashion.
It seemed Bhabie was starting to be greatly influenced by the vodka now and I gave her some time to recompose so that she could tell me every detail of her sexy encounter.
Sunita Bhabie: I need to go to toilet once. My bladder seems to be overflowing.
I smiled and accompanied her. We went to the attached bathroom of Bhabie’s room as the males were taking their drinks in our room. Bhabie was wearing a sari and it was easier for her to quickly lift the sari and pulled down her panty and sat on the floor. I noted her heavy round naked gaand was looking very sexy in the blue light of the toilet. As I was feeling tipsy I was unable to open the knot of my pajama quickly and by the time I could finally open it and sit down, Bhabie was almost complete.
Sunita Bhabie: Aah! Arre, what happened?
Me: Its okay Bhabie. The knot got stuck…
Sunita Bhabie: Oh! You know Anita, this is one area your uncle has always been a novice! May it be opening the mosquito net from the wall or be it my petticoat, he was sure to fumble.
We both laughed out and after emptying my bladder and Bhabie watering the toilet floor, we were again out in the balcony, back to our vodka.
Me: Bhabie, you were telling your experience with your sister’s son… what’s his name?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes. Nandu. But Anita these are so personal things that I am feeling so very ashamed to tell you.
Me: Bhabie, you started with that again. Tell me naa…
Sunita Bhabie: Actually I was passing through such hollowness in my mind and body that I got wild in my thoughts also. In fact I still feel that emptiness grasping me at times.
Me: It is indeed a very tough phase of your life.
Sunita Bhabie: More so because I am finding my husband crippled. Otherwise what I did with Nandu is a crime…
Me: Don’t think it that way Bhabie. It is God who provides us the options that we sometimes clutch to.
Sunita Bhabie: Right Anita. That’s how I think it now a days!
There was a brief pause and then Bhabie continued sharing her experience to me uncensored.
Sunita Bhabie: You know Anita, the moment I saw Nandu when he entered with your uncle, my mind started to evolve devilish thoughts. I immediately decided that the healing approach that I am missing from your uncle I would replenish from Nandu!
Me: But how Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, I knew it was difficulty as I was his ‘mausi’, but then… I had just no options but to… Actually Anita, things turned out to be so exciting that there was no stoppage from my end! It was like an addiction for me teasing this teenage boy.
She took her time, sipped a little vodka, exhaled a long breath, and continued.
Sunita Bhabie: As your uncle entered with Nandu and I went forward and greeted him normally. He took my ashirwad touching my feet and I gave him a normal light hug. But Anita, believe me, I was experiencing a racing heartbeat. It had never happened earlier the innumerable times I have hugged Nandu, who is just like my son! But that day everything seemed different. He was in XI then and he is almost as tall as me. I took his head in my hands and kissed his forehead in the most normal way, but something was happening in me. His teenage look, faint moustache, and well-built body were clouding my focus. I then just casually hugged him patting his back emphasizing the fact that he has got taller, but could realize very clearly that as soon as my boob contours pressed on his flat chest, my nipples were getting harder. Strangely the same uneasiness was crippling me when Gajodhar was enjoying me in the moving train.
Me: The physical change that’s taking place in you probably made you think that way.
Sunita Bhabie: Exactly Anita. My menopausal state, not being attended properly by Manohar, and Gajodhar’s passionate pressing and squeezing that day had worsened my mental state further and I was trying to extract pleasures from the unthinkable.
Me: Taboo!
Sunita Bhabie: I quickly disassociated myself from Nandu’s body and asked him to go to his room and get fresh. Your uncle had already moved inside the house to keep his luggage etc. I went to the kitchen to prepare tea and evening snacks for Nandu, but my mind was somewhere else. There was a fight going on in my mind that why it happened? Nandu is just 17-18 years of age and I am just like his mom, but today a simple embrace for some seconds made me feel hot inside! As I cooked I did not find a suitable answer, instead I found my mind more inclined to use this opportunity of one week that Nandu would stay here to fulfill my desires!
Me: And you did that?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, my heartbeats were still high and in the kitchen itself I made up my mind to utilize Nandu’s stay to my joy. Here also the hindrance was your uncle who used to stay most of the time at home. He used to go at a photography circle from 10:00 a.m. to 01:00 p.m. - that too not all days.
Me: Then how did you manage Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: I told you I was thinking devilish that time and was able to create situations easily for Nandu to become intimate to me. That evening nothing happened, but when Nandu was about to go to bed, I started having an outlandish feeling in my mind to attract him towards me. Just imagine Anita to what extent I was frustrated! I am 40+ and I was so keen to go to this 18-year-old boy who was my sister’s son!
Bhabie dipped her head in shame, I guess.
Me: Hmm Bhabie. Very interesting!
Sunita Bhabie: I noted cautiously that your uncle was watching TV and since we all had dinner there was little chance that he would look for me. So, for me, the coast was clear. I had already changed to my nightwear and thought it was the best opportunity to stir this teenage boy. So I went ahead to go to his room.
Me: Bhabie… no inner?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no. I was wearing a bra inside. To tell you honestly Anita its not that the idea of removing my bra had not come to my mind, because you know even at this age my boobs are reasonably firm and tight than what I see in women of my age. I am not boasting Anita, but yes, its true that my muscles have slackened, but still I don’t have sagged breasts like most ladies of my age. Moreover, since I was having that acute tautness in my breasts during that time and I used to remain bra-less in the morning hours, I was rather conscious about it. So though I was sure I would not look vulgar in a bra-less condition, I did not want to overdo things at the very first opportunity with Nandu.
Bhabie sounded quite confident about her boob strength and tightness. Automatically my eyes also went to her mammaries and indeed they appeared full, round, and erect under her blouse, but generally women of her age tend to wear tighter bras to look modest, but my intoxicated mind was thinking naughty!
Me: Oh! At 40 if you have tight boobs, then I have to say Manohar uncle was not up to the task…
Ha ha huh….
We rolled out in laughter and Bhabie corrected me.
Sunita Bhabie: Not at all Anita. During my good days he used to attack like a beast and was very fond of playing with my tits and I enjoyed every bit of it. But probably once he realized he lost his erection, he coiled into his self and you know, he does not even want to talk at all on these issues.
Me: Bhabie…. Nandu!
Sunita Bhabie: Oh yes! So after checking that your uncle was watching some sports channel, I went to Nandu’s room.
