Chapter 3

Rajesh Uncle and Vinod Uncle were in the hall, buzzing with excitement. They had this weird glint in their eyes, totally stoked for the “show” about to start. They looked like they were high-fiving themselves over some secret plan. They shared a look and burst into a slightly dirty, triumphant laugh.

Rajesh Uncle leaned back, took a deep breath, and said, “Wow, man ... this is gonna be the real fun today. I never thought my friends would be this lucky. Check it out, Vinod? Both Bhabhis—Ashok’s wife and Satish’s wife—are forgetting their husbands and getting it on in the bedrooms with their friends. What a scene!” His voice was throbbing with excitement, like he was right there in the action.

Vinod Uncle casually lit a cigarette. He took a long drag, blew a smoke ring, and commented, “They are both total babes ... one better than the next. Ashok’s wife, Sunita, has always been super hot, full of juice. And Satish’s wife, Chhaya, is a tight piece too; she looks like she just hit her prime. Their you-know-whats must be on fire. Now, let’s see who taps out first, Anil or Mahesh. Both are studs, but the Bhabhis are probably just as wild.”

They both cracked up again, a loud, dirty, shameless laugh.

Rajesh Uncle, with a naughty grin, added, “Just hope they save some action for us, man. If these two drain all the fun, what are we gonna do? These two friends will take all the pleasure, and we’ll just be watching the show.” A slight impatience crossed his face, like he couldn’t wait for his turn.

Vinod Uncle took a big sip from his glass, chilled out, and said, “Don’t sweat it, buddy. We have time until evening. This is just the beginning. Once both Bhabhis are totally fired up from their sessions, their thirst will only increase, right? Then they will call us themselves. And when they want us, that’s when the real fun starts. We’ll satisfy their cravings then.”

With eyes shining with lust, they both laughed again, looking toward the two bedrooms, a mix of excitement and anticipation on their faces.

I still couldn’t believe that Mom (Sunita) and Aunt (Chhaya), whom I saw as goddesses, could be so shamelessly fooling around with Dad and Uncle’s friends. This scene was a total wrecking ball in my mind. My heart and brain just couldn’t process it. This was my worst nightmare coming true.

I crept silently to the window of the room where Mom and Anil’s uncle were. The window was slightly ajar, and I could clearly hear the sounds—breathing, gasps, and bodies hitting each other. My hands were shaking, but I couldn’t stop myself. I peeked in ... and what I saw made my breath catch.

Anil Uncle, like a starving predator, was aggressively kissing Mom, as if that’s where he’d find all his satisfaction. There was a weird urgency in his kissing. Mom, with her eyes closed, was completely lost in his embrace, returning the deep kisses just as fiercely. A fire had been lit in her body. With every deep kiss, a soft “mmmhh ... aahhh” escaped her lips, showing how much she was heating.

Anil Uncle ripped off her saree’s pallu (the last veil of her modesty), and it fell to the floor. His hands slowly started roaming over Mom’s blouse. His touch was electric. A moment later, his fingers aggressively squeezed her full, round breasts. Mom jolted, a gasp escaping her, but then she leaned her body into him, as if she wanted to feel the pain and pleasure even more.

Slowly, gently, all the hooks on Mom’s blouse came undone. Her full, round, large breasts swelled out of her white bra. Anil Uncle immediately put his mouth on them, nibbling on her nipples, and Mom started moaning loudly, having completely lost control—