Chapter 6: The Mother’s Blessing

The weeks that followed were a blur of passion and adjustment. Sanju now had four women in his life--Harleen, Nancy, Anveshi, and Sushma. They had all met, had long, sometimes difficult conversations about boundaries and expectations. Harleen, as the first, had initially felt a pang of jealousy, but she quickly realized that Sanju’s love was not a finite resource. He loved each of them fully, completely, uniquely. And as the women got to know each other, they found that they liked each other too. More than liked, in some cases.

One memorable night, Sanju had come home to find all four of them in his bed, naked and waiting. What followed was an orgy that lasted until dawn, a tangle of female flesh and his own insatiable cock, women pleasuring women while he watched, then joining in, then watching again. They had all been exhausted and satisfied by morning, their bodies marked by each other’s passion.

But even as his life filled with love and sex, there was one desire he had not yet fulfilled. One woman he had wanted for years, a forbidden fantasy that had haunted his dreams since adolescence.

Kamlesh.

Kamlesh was his mother’s best friend, a thirty-nine-year-old widow who looked at least a decade younger. Her face, was a study in exotic beauty--high cheekbones, full lips, and dark, smoldering eyes that seemed to see right through him. Her body was spectacular: massive, gravity-defying breasts that rivaled even Nancy’s, a taut, flat stomach, and curves that could make a monk renounce his vows. She dressed conservatively, as befitted a widow in traditional Indian society, but even the modest sarees she wore could not hide the magnificence of her figure.

Sanju had crushed on her since he was a teenager. He had fantasized about her countless times, imagining those huge breasts bare, imagining the feel of her skin against his. But she was his mother’s best friend. She was practically family. He had never acted on his desires.

Now, with four girlfriends and a life that was increasingly unconventional, he found himself thinking about Kamlesh more and more. And one evening, he sat down with his mother and confessed everything.

His mother listened, her expression unreadable. When he finished, she was silent for a long moment.

“You want to sleep with my best friend,” she said finally.

“Yes.” He couldn’t meet her eyes.

“And what then? You can’t marry her. You already have four women who want to marry you. Polygamy allows four spouses, but Kamlesh would make five, and then you’d be over the limit. What about the others?”

Sanju looked up, surprised. “You’re not ... angry?”

His mother sighed. “Beta, I’ve watched you struggle and sacrifice your whole life. You’ve given so much to this family, to this country. You deserve happiness, however unconventional that happiness might be. Kamlesh has been lonely since her husband died. She’s told me things ... about how she admires you. How she’s noticed the man you’ve become.”

Sanju’s heart raced. “She has?”

“She has. So here’s my advice.” His mother leaned forward, her eyes glinting with a cunning that reminded him where he got his intelligence. “If you want her, charm her. Seduce her. But don’t take her to hotels. Bring her here. Keep it in the house. You’re wealthy enough that you don’t need to worry about my reputation, but blackmail is always a risk. At home, you’re safe.”