Ting tong. Ting tong.

While walking towards the door I am thinking to myself, “Who could it be? Who would come early in the morning in busy office hours!”

I open the door, the first thing I see is his hairy chest through his three opened buttons from the top. This is definitely the widest chest I have seen in my life and definitely made of two rectangular rocks. I look at his arms. They are made of round rocks with veins running in between. I had seen bodies like this only in body-building competitions.

I look up, to match his eyes. He is definitely at least one and a half feet taller than my five feet body.

His mouth is slightly opened and his tongue is sticking out of his teeth and touching his lips. He is eyes are fixed. His stare reminded me of how the lion stares at deer just before pouncing. It makes my skin crawl.

I follow his eyes. He is looking below my face. I look down to check where.

The pallu of my black see-through saree has gotten to one side of my chest and is not covering my blouse at all. My sleeveless backless blouse’s deep neckline is not covering the cleavage of my twenty-eight L round breast sitting on top of a body of twenty-two-inch waist.

(Pallu: Top part of saree which normally covers the belly, the blouse, goes over the shoulder and falls on the back)

His eyes are transfixed at my cleavage and he is almost salivating. I am looking at him waiting for him to speak which he doesn’t do for almost a while now.

“Should I adjust my pallu? But then he would know that I know he is looking at them?” I think to myself.

I clear my throat to remind him. He licks his lips, eyes still transfixed at my cleavage. I cough loudly. He takes a step forward, coming still closer, still with his eyes transfixed in the same thing.

I can no longer do nothing. “Do u need something?” I ask and fix my pallu to cover my cleavage. It’s still visible through my see-through fabric but less so.

He makes a “chk” sound, a sound of disappointment, and finally lifts his eyes to match mine.

As soon as his eyes meet mine, he smiles, this time a naughty sly smile. In what seems like a microsecond, he moves forward, moves his hands around and behind me, grabs my right butt cheek his right hand, and left part of my back with his hand and pulls me onto himself, I crash onto his body, and he lifts me from the ground like I weigh nothing.

But I can’t stop myself from feeling his steel-hard torso and his football-sized arm muscles that are currently lifting me in air and crushing my bones.

I also feel something else on my belly in between his legs. “No, this cant be ... It can’t be his... “ It feels like there is an unending cylindrical pipe thicker than baseball bat between his legs.

I am waiting for him to end this embrace but it has been 10 seconds. He slightly adjusts me. My body rubs on his body including, which, I still don’t think is his manhood.

But as soon he makes me rub, I feel that thing, between his legs, begin to stir, grow and harden slightly.

I panic and begin pushing his chest away from me with my full force. Nothing happens, it feels like I am trying to push a mountain made up of steel.

His hands tighten more, his fingers are plunging into the flesh of my butt cheek, my bones are getting crushed.

“Please!” I say desperately “I am getting crushed. Please!”

He loosens his pull, my feet drop to the floor and I stand and take a deep breath. My body is still touching his body. I can still feel the thing rising.

And now that I can breathe something starts to rise inside me too.

I look up again to match his eyes, he is looking at me, smiling, hungry.

I don’t know what to say and I can’t endure his stare. I drop my eyes. They fall on his chest, iron rocks. I drop my eyes more and, to my utter dismay, my pallu has slipped and fallen to the ground I see them poking through my blouse. It is a bad day not to wear a bra, I think. I try to pick my pallu but I am not able to bend because of the way he has wrapped his hands around me.

He starts squeezing my butt. I try to push his hands away, but again no matter how hard I try I am not able to move them even a bit.

“Please!” I say without meeting his eyes, to end all this, to end his embrace, to end his stare, to end his groping.

“Are you still not able to breadth? “ He asks jokingly.

I look at him, he is still smiling and looking at the blouse. I know he is looking at those pokes.

“Let go” I plead.

“Why? We have just met. “ After saying that he leans forwards and rests his head on my shoulder.

I hear him inhaling loudly. I get goosebumps all over my body.

“Let go please” I beg.

In a second, his right hand which was squeezing my right butt cheek tracks my back from bottom to top to reach the top right part of my back, simultaneously, his left hand which was on my left-back, tracks my full back from top to bottom to reach my left butt cheek and starts squeezing it. “Let go!” I ask again, this time a little loudly. “Why are you in hurry? “ He asks. “Who are you? “ I ask.

He lifts his face from my shoulder and brings it before my face, and looks into my eyes. He is still smiling like a demon.

He gives a light spank to my butt and asks “Did you seriously ask that?” and continues squeezing.

“Yes. Who are you? “ I ask.

“I am your favorite devar! “ He says.

(Devar: Brother-in-law in Hindi. Husband’s male friends are considered devars because friends are considered brother or sister)

Ramu doesn’t have any brothers neither does he have any friends or has talked about any friend who is this muscular or would do all these things. And by the way which kind of person grabs brother’s wife and starts groping her? And definitely, Ramu doesn’t have such friends!

He spanks my butt again, continues squeezing after that, and asks, “Stop thinking. Things like you are not made for thinking.” He continues to give the creepy smile.

“I think you are in the wrong house,” I say fully convinced of that. I know he is going to leave now, Ramu will soon leave for office and after that, I am going to masturbate thinking about this guy, his chest, his arms, and his thing the whole day even though he just insulted my whole gender.

He laughs for a few seconds few inches away from my face. Then he squeezes my butt harder and tells in a slightly serious tone, “I am never wrong”

“You are wrong.” I am hundred percent sure.

“Okay then, if I am right, you have to sit on my lap the whole day” He offered a bet.

Obviously, he is wrong but if he is not I will have to sit on his extremely large manhood. Thinking that sends shivers all over the body.

“You are Ramu’s wife? Right?”

I have never been so shocked and he didn’t even wait for me to accept his bet! Wait no, this might be it, he is talking about some other Ramu.

“The wrong Ramu” I pray I am right.

“Ramu Kumar Srimar from Tilakpur, UP who is currently working in Rokia Power Center as a software developer?”

Something with a huge weight suddenly drops on my stomach.

“I never accepted... “I start but he spanks my butt again, but this time harder.

“Don’t be rude now... “ He lifts the hand that was on my back and starts slowly tracing my cheek with the backside of two semi-curled fingers while he stares into my eyes and he slowly move his head closer to mine ... I stop breathing. Somehow this is worse than him squeezing my butt cheek which he is also doing,” ... You are such a sweet doll” he ends slowly, stressing each word.

I don’t even dare to break his stare into my eyes. We stay like that for a minute and then he drops his stare to my cleavage.

I took a deep breath and inside took a sigh of relief. While I don’t want him looking there (maybe) I don’t think I could have tolerated his stare, his lips so close to mine and his fingers on cheeks anymore.

While looking at my cleavage, he asks, “Now that you know I am right, won’t you show me what’s inside?”

My ears are burning. I have no words left in my mouth. I just stand there begging him with my eyes.

He looks up, laughs, “inside your house I mean”.

He definitely didn’t mean that when he asked that question while looking at my cleavage like a wrapped gift.

He just says, “ Let’s go inside” and frees my body from his grasp.

I move to give him the way through the door. As soon as I move my feet I realize I am soaked below my waist.

“Let’s go.” He tells me again. I start walking towards the living room. He is walking just behind. His body touching me.

Why did you do that? I ask myself. We were outside, everyone could see us, and knowing the women in our street if one sees, she will exaggerate and tell everyone of the made-up incident. Plus he claims to be my devar, therefore Ramu’s friend. Ramu will handle it.

How will Ramu handle him? He looks like a monster made from rocks. And he doesn’t know Ramu is inside, he is going in probably expecting us to be alone and me sitting on his lap!

I am rationalizing what I had just done but the truth is I didn’t think before making the decision, he had said let’s go, and I had moved to give him the way.

I feel my saree getting pulled. I stop, he crashes into me and, as if to balance, he grabs breasts from behind. But then he doesn’t let go. He keeps squeezing them. Meanwhile, I can feel his monster manhood from behind.

I close my eyes and stop breathing. He continues. As if this was something my body always wanted, it doesn’t want him to stop. I am focusing every ounce of my life to not moan. I don’t have the energy, focus, resolution, or courage to make him stop.

Finally, after a minute, I get the courage to start pushing his hand. Nothing happens.

“Please ... let go!” I said meekly.

“You stopped unexpectedly!” He said as if that is the reason why he is groping my breast for a minute.

“Sorry ... please ... let go” I realize not moaning while you are speaking is extremely hard and takes a lot of focus.

“Why did u stop? “ He asked continuing to grope my breast.

I have forgotten. Wait for my saree.

I looked down, his hands are playing with my breasts over my blouse. I realized I have forgotten to pick my pallu up after he freed me. Pallu is starting from my waist and going back, I try to look back where it ends, but his body is fully covering me, I can’t see anything behind him.

“My pallu,” I say meekly. I could not muster the energy to explain.

“What about pallu?”

I don’t know what to say and remain silent for 10-20 sec while he continues to grope my breast and press his manhood from behind.

“Have to pick up” I say finally.

“What to pick up,” He asks. He starts pinching the things poking out of my blouse. I feel like fainting. I am not feeling my legs. I am burning between my thighs. I close my eyes and say nothing for 20 sec more.

“Have ... To ... Pick up ... Pick up ... Pallu! “ I say.

“So? “ He twists those things poking out my blouse. I start grinding my teeth not to moan. I don’t want to open my mouth. 20 seconds pass.

“Let go ... Please...” He pinches and twists harder. I stop talking. It is too late for me to realize that I just pushed my chest onto his hands. My focus was on not moaning.

He sees that as encouragement and starts grinding his manhood at my back while his hands focus on my chest.

I am stopping myself from moaning but my breathing has become labored. I am taking long breaths and making sounds while doing so.

He slides one hand into my blouse and grabs my flesh. If I don’t stop him now, I won’t be able to stop him at all. I summon all my focus.

“Let go, I have to pick my pallu!” I say in one breath. He continues. I don’t think I can stop him. No, I don’t want to stop him.

But he pinches really hard and then stops, pulls out the hand from inside my blouse.

For few seconds my body is screaming out of sadness and hunger. I stand there for few seconds praying that he puts hands again. He doesn’t.

I turn to look behind. I accidentally look at his face, his look instantly gives me a shiver. Between my things, it is screaming to let him continue.

I try to look, the pallu is stuck in the door. I take a step towards the door and almost fall. My knees have become weaker and everything is wet inside.

I slowly, carefully start taking more steps. Every step reminds me how wet I am.

I reach the door, with shaking hands I get it unstuck, put it over my shoulders.

He hasn’t moved, He is staring at me. I can’t endure his stare. I drop my eyes. Rocks masquerading as chest and arms. Drop my eyes again. I saw it. For the first time. The trace of the thing looks thicker than any of my limbs and is longer than my forearm. It starts below his waist and extends till his knees.

I am looking at it for almost 10 seconds now. I look up, he is looking smiling knowingly. I look at the floor out of shame.

“Let’s go inside.” He says. I start walking. He lets me catch up and walk in front. He follows just behind me, touching me.

We reach our living room. I stop. He grabs my breast from behind again.

“Please have a seat,” I say wanting to not let this move forward. He lets me go and goes and sits on the sofa.

“Come sit!” He says patting his thigh asking me to seat on his lap.

I keep standing. I don’t know what to do. I don’t think he will listen to me not accepting.

“Sit!” He says again, louder.

Wait he doesn’t know Ramu is in the house. Maybe that is why he is doing all this freely.

“Ramu would be coming out of the shower soon!” I say to let him know that Ramu is in the house.

He stands, walks towards me, grabs my waist, and moves back towards the sofa. I get dragged on, I try to resist but my strength is insignificant compared to his.

When he reaches near the sofa, he turns me around from my waist, sits, and drags me down.

I fall on him, he grabs me from behind and pulls and makes me sit on the base of manhood. He pushes his right hand between my arm and chest, wraps it around the front of my body, and keeps it just below my breasts. His muscles are pressing and rubbing in breasts and the things that are poking through my blouse. With his left hand, he grabs my jaws and turns my face backward, few inches away from his. His eyes are looking directly into mine.

“When somebody loses a bet and doesn’t want pay, I break his legs and make him pay...” He grabs my left breast with his right hand and starts fondling it. “ ... But you are such hot...” He squeezes my breast “ ... juicy little thing, I don’t want to break your legs”

He lets go of my breasts and grabs the base of my pallu, near my waist and rips the pallu completely off, and throws it away.

He then brings both of his hands to my cleavage, grabs some flesh from both the breasts and starts pinching and twisting them aggressively.

I feel a pang of pain. I grab his hands and try to push them away. Nothing happens. “Please! Please!” I say. He continues to twist, pain doubles. “I am sorry! “ I beg. He doesn’t stop. “Sorry for what? “ He asks continuing his torture. “Sorry for not sitting in your lap” He twists more. The pain is unbearable. He continues. “Sorry for not honoring bet” He lets go.

I look below. He is also looking at my cleavage. The places where he pinched are blood red.

“Look at what you made me do! I have to take care of it”

He pushes one hand below my legs and another wrap behind my shoulder turns me and lifts me from both hands like a baby.

He looks at me, meets my eye. He opens his mouth as wide as possible sticks the whole tongue out like a monster and plunges his whole face into my cleavage.

He starts licking, biting sucking like a monster tearing its prey. His mouth is moving here and there and keeps moving, his tongue is entering every crevice, covering all the surface, all while he is drooling. He stops at a place sucks at it, licks from inside and drools spit, and then moves to another place and he does the same thing. His spit starts drenching my breast and then my blouse

My whole body is full of lust. Below my waists, everything is aching to be released. I have lost all the control. I seem to have my hands wrapped around his head and am pushing my cleavage into his mouth while moaning softly.

He continues this for almost five minutes. By the time he finishes my body has turned into rubber. He places me again in his lap.

I had closed my eyes. I open my eyes to see our living room. My husband’s living room. I can’t take the shame of what had happened, I close my eyes, bend my head down and cover my face with both hands.

He forcefully removes my hands from my face turns my face towards him and commands, “Open those pretty eyes doll”

I open my eyes to his face a few inches from mine.

He starts tracing, gently caressing the reddened area with his fingers, while he places the other hand on my thigh, few inches from my love, and starts caressing it as well. He looks down, into my cleavage.

“See? Your cock teasers are better” I look down, the reddening has decreased. But I know it is not due to what he did, the reddening has decreased because in the last five minutes the skin has healed a little bit.

He doesn’t stop caressing.

“How does this tight juicy body married the dried shriveled limp dick like Ramu?” He asks.

Ramu is my husband, I reminded myself. He loves me, respects me. He doesn’t call me a doll, juicy nor does he call my breasts, cock teasers.

He just inserted his fingers between the cleavage and starts caressing there. My body pushes into his hands without my consent. Below, the other hand is very near the center of all the trouble. My body wants his hand to reach the center as soon as possible.

Ramu is a good person and I respect him. I am happy. But I want to be crushed by his rocks of muscles. Wait, I don’t even know his name.

He slaps my thigh lightly. “I told you, you are not made to think...” He grabs both my breasts with both of his hands” ... You are made to make men hard...” He starts to make my breasts move up and down alternatively with his hands “ ... by jiggling these milk jugs...”

He laughs and stops jiggling my breasts but keeps squeezing them.

“How could you give these huge milk tankers...” He squeezes my breasts harder “ ... to that faggot?”

First, Ramu is a great person. He is respectful, responsible, and honest. Second, I didn’t give my breasts to him.

“It was arranged marriage.” I say, it sounds like I didn’t want to, I realize, too late.

I hear the screeching sound of the bathroom door opening and then closing. My pallu has been ripped off, my blouse is wet in middle, and I am sitting on his lap.

I immediately try to get up but his hands are squeezing my breasts. I try to push them away. Nothing happens.

“He is coming” I whisper urgently. He laughs and continues to squeeze.

The footsteps are coming closer, “Please let go” I beg. He doesn’t.

Ramu enters the room. I look at him with guilt. What I see, surprises me.

I expected him to be angry at me and the man, or maybe surprised or shocked to see this and then get angry or something like that.

But right now there is only fear in his face. Ramu is looking directly at the person squeezing his wife’s breasts. I don’t think he has even noticed me.

He grabs me pushes me to his side, I drop to the sofa. He stands and starts walking towards Ramu. I think Ramu took few steps back. But soon he reaches Ramu.

Immediately punches Ramus’s stomach. The air goes out of Ramu, and Ramu begins to fall. He catches Ramu, and with one hand puts him in a headlock.

“Motherfucker!” He roars angrily, with the other had punched Ramus’s head stuck in his headlock “You fucking faggot! “ Hits Ramu’s head again “ How dare you not invite me to your wedding!!!”

Ramu is not even trying to get out.

Still holding Ramu in a headlock, he looks at me. I am sitting, too shocked to move transfixed at what is happening.

He looks at me and smiles, “Don’t worry! We are old friends! These fights are common.”

I see Ramu getting choked but still not resisting at all.

“I am hungry! Go cook something” He orders me. “We need to catch up” He says while holding Ramu in a headlock.

I almost ran out of the room. I am overwhelmed. I am completely drenched inside my underwear. My body wants him to do whatever he wants to do. I don’t even know his name! He beats my husband, a kind nice husband who is good to me, Why am I not angry at him?

I reach the kitchen, start warming up the curry, and put rice in a pressure cooker. I see my reflection on the utensil. I am looking disheveled, the middle part of my blouse is wet and there is no pallu.

I go to my bedroom, remove my blouse first. I notice the redness, I touch it, I remember what he was doing and between my thighs, my love begins to ache.

I take off the saree and then the petticoat. My underwear is soaking wet. I remove my underwear the entire area is covered in my fluid. I start to clean the area with a tissue, when I reach the mouth, I start circling my fingers on top of it. I justify myself by saying, I am just cleaning, not thinking about him and his strong muscles. Oh my God! His muscles, I enter myself and start rubbing.

The pressure cooker goes off. I need to switch off the stove, otherwise, the rice will become mushy, but I am nude!

I open my closet, pick out the solid maroon saree my very conservative mother-in-law had given me. I pick the matching full-sleeved blouse, with no cleavage, and petticoat. I pick out my white bra and panties. I wear everything in a hurry.

I check myself in the mirror one last time. I look like a middle-aged woman far older than I am, feel satisfied. I was about to leave the room when I realize this is what he is going to see, an unsexy middle-aged woman. My body gives a cry of sadness.

My hands start removing my clothes. I look in the mirror after removing the unsexy clothes on my body, I feel ashamed of what I am going to do. I wear the old blouse which still feels damp. I don’t wear a petticoat or a panty. I normally wear the saree just above my navel, but today I start wrapping just below my waist. While draping the saree I normally make sure to make tp wrap tightly or else it might slip and fall off. Today if it falls, I will be fully naked. The thought sends shivers into my body. I wrap loosely.