This story is part fiction, part real. The characters in the story are people from real life and most of the circumstances and surroundings are very much real. As usual, there is some amount of exaggeration and spice added to make it more appealing to the reader.
Just like my other stories, please be warned that the story contains very strong cuckoldry elements. It revolves around the beauty and beast theme and borrows heavily from mating behaviors and patterns of animal kingdom.
If this is not your thing, please stop offending yourself and move on.
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Chapter 4 - Welcome the beast!
Nishma didn't mention my uncle in the next two weeks. However, it was constantly weighing on my mind. May be a little bit more introduction of him is in order. As I had mentioned earlier, he was husband of my father's cousin sister who was pretty close to our family at some point in time. She married a lower-caste man and hence my parent's were not keen on keeping them in their inner circle. My aunt was pretty at one point and had was quite close to my parents. They visited us few times a year but after my Aunt's sort of debilitating disease, which I never could understand, the frequency waned away. In the past few years, we drifted apart although my mother tried to keep in touch with them.
My uncle was not well educated and didn't fit well in our family order. While he was brusque and insensitive at times, more often than not he spoke his mind. He had a more traditional thinking and thought of the society as well structured unit divided into various compartments. He found it difficult to resist criticizing something that was jarring to his eye. While growing up, he disciplined me more than my parents. My aunt was affectionate but didn't disapprove of his methods. My parents were too busy managing their social status, so I didn't mind it. While he had the right intention his ways were rather coercive and that became a problem once I grew up.
His persistent lechering nature flared up an ugly head in our relationship. Everyone in my family was fair and all the ladies were good looking, if not beautiful. My uncle on the other hand was quite dark and while he didn't look bad there was nothing worth mentioning about his looks. Due to his low educational status and poor background, the men from our families didn't like him much and were reluctant to form a bond with him. He would spend most of his time running errands and making things happen during festive occasions, which brought him in close connection with the women of our family. It took several years for the men to feel threatened but eventually everyone did.
The men didn't mind their middle aged wives occasionally flirting back with him but they strongly objected when he carried his behavior with their daughter-in-law's who were young and in their prime. Most girls of that age don't really entertain such a man but one of my cousin brother's wife didn't mind. It is unclear what happened but my Uncle's relationship with our family went sour soon after that. My cousin's brother's family relocated to distant place so there wasn't much of real fear anymore but my uncle was made an outcast, in a subtle manner.
He still worked in a local bank but had been considering retiring after his two daughters got married and moved to different locations in India.
After that temple episode and our discussions far away from home, it was clear that my deepest fantasies could be realized with Nishma sooner or later. Even my lame description of my uncle didn't deter her from entertaining thoughts of having an affair with him. There was no revulsion of having to make out with a complete stranger in her mind. Although, I tried convincing myself that it wasn't this uncle in my fantasies, I knew that I was only trying to fool myself.
My uncle was about an inch or so taller than me and his pairing with Nishma may not have looked all that comical. He was much dark and over the years his complexion only worsened. Physically he was overweight and showed a nice belly but nothing that seemed out of the ordinary for his age. He still had lot of hair but it was all graying. My hairline had started to recede already.
At home, my parents were puzzled when I mentioned about visiting this uncle on some pretext.
I called up my uncle and had an awkward conversation with him. He congratulated me and joked that he should not hide his bride from me and definitely invite him to the wedding. The engagement ceremony was a private affair so he wasn't invited and neither had he seen her picture. I mentioned to him that I may visit him over the weekend if time permits. He jokingly retorted who wants to meet you, send your fiancé instead. Such was his nature.
I resisted the whole week and finally called Nishma on Thursday to let her know about the plans for the weekend. She was thrilled and probed me further to learn about his situation, his likes, dislikes. She met me that afternoon to understand everything in detail in order to prepare for her meeting with him. My heart was beating wildly as she learned practically everything I knew about him. She even asked me to bring some of his earlier photographs. And to my surprise she wasn't disappointed by what she saw. As we parted for that evening, Nishma brought back the topic of the main reason of our visit. All along she played little heed to it and perhaps behaved as if it was a forgone conclusion.
On our way back, she started the discussion, ensuring that we were in relatively private setting.
"Adwait you are sure about introducing me to him, right?"
"No - we are just swinging by," I clarified.
"Yes but no one introduces their fiancée to a philandering uncle in such a private setting."
"Would you rather not go?" I asked.
"It's not about me - you do understand how your uncle may interpret it, right?"
"Why do you think he may misread it?"
"Come on Adwait," she retorted frustrated with my clueless behavior.
"You introduce him as a domineering, persistent lecher and tell me that he won't get your subtle message?"
"Even if he didn't get it - you still hope that you set our relationship with him in right frame of context, don't you?"
"Can you please speak clearly?"
"Relax," she said, noticing my agitated state.
"Take a few deep breaths," she urged and, "listen to me carefully."
"Don't masturbate the next two days," she said abruptly. We did discuss about this aspect and she knew that I masturbated, which is tacitly understood in most cases anyway. The frequency was every other day and sometimes daily. Usually, it happened in the night before I went to bed.
"Listen to me; don't do it tonight and tomorrow," she urged.
"Let's talk on the way to his place on Saturday," she said and walked to her bus stop.
Nishma was keen on pushing the envelope as well but she wanted it to be our decision instead of hers or mine. It was apparent that she wanted to make up my mind and felt that it would be easier for me to do if I kept myself on the edge. No doubt it worked. My uncle showed up as the ruthless conqueror in my dream who subjugated all the neighboring kingdoms and not only did he do so in my case but also visited my queen's bedchamber and mated with her as part of a reconciliation ritual. I resisted the urge to masturbate even though I thought I was on the edge already. It was a repeat the next night as well albeit this time I replayed it in my mind consciously again and again.
Nishma and I were to leave early the next morning. Uncle's house was about 100km and in those days it meant roughly couple of hours or so. We had our own car - as we said we came from fairly affluent background and could afford one even in the license raj. I reached Nishma's home about 6:00 am or so. The young maid was expecting me and she silently lead me to Nishma's room on the second floor. She lived in a fairly big house that had had more than five bedrooms. Her bedroom was on the opposite corner from their parents; all other rooms very empty and used sparingly.
I froze instantly when I noticed a giant dog (English mastiff) blocking my way into her bedroom. The maid quietly lead him inside Nishma's bedroom and urged me to join her.
"He is a nice boy," she consoled.
NIshma was up. She was packing her bag with clothes, even though we planned for a day trip.
"Come Adwait," she invited.
"Move him to the inside room," she ordered the maid. He barked as I entered the room; his loud bark resonated through the house.
"Close the door," she commanded the maid as the maid guided the dog into inside room.
"You didn't tell me that you had a dog."
"Why is he barking?" the servant girl remarked.
"He is quite gentle," said the servant girl, "doesn't bark much but don't know why he is behaving this way now."
Nishma asked her to leave and get our food ready.
"It is a friends - I went to visit yesterday but he didn't want to let go of me."
"Why?"
She smiled and said, "for the same reason he is barking right now."
"I don't understand."
"He is being protective."
With my puzzled look she felt obliged to explain. She looked inside the other room through the window. He had quieted and was sitting on the floor, his heavy tongue hanging down by the side of his mouth. He soon sniffed his penis and licked his genitals.
"He is a strapping boy - just two years old or so," she whispered. I noticed that his penis was showing through the sheath.
"Do you see it?" she asked eagerly.
"He senses a lady in heat - and so has been guarding her since last evening."
"He thinks you are a competitor so wants to drive you away."
"You know," she said excitedly, "invariantly during my critical phase he ends up in my room."
"This is the third time now," she added.
"You want to see how hard he tries?" she asked teasingly.
Nishma stepped into the room without giving me a chance. She quietly walked in and closed the door behind her. He didn't get up and waited for her to approach. She knelt down and hugged him. He licked her face playfully, which she tried to evade unsuccessfully. She held his snout and kissed on his nose. Soon after he got hyper and tried to mount her. He practically knocked her down with his sudden movement and his weight. To my utter disbelief, instead of laying down completely, Nishma steadied herself by spreading her knees. The dog didn't need much invitation as he frantically started humping her. The giant dog pinned her down and held tightly by her waist as he desperately tried to find the right spot.
Nishma giggled uncontrollably as the hapless dog tried to mate with her. Only when he couldn't make any progress did he dismount but immediately pushed his nose into her pelvis. Fortunately she was wearing a tight fitting jeans that hopefully made smelling her pussy difficult. Nishma finally pushed him away and stepped out of the room.
"He is such an ardent one," she added, admiring his massive build.
"Now hurry," she said, grabbing her bag.
"Your uncle deserves my attention much more than him."
