Tenancy

Mansoor had now been a tenant for three months. He had seen through the worst of the monsoons, which was much lighter than even the winter rains of his village. At work, his industriousness and cheery nature had already got him one increment, and greater responsibilities were on the horizon. Based on Shama's advice, Sandesh had made him the manager of the guesthouse, in exchange for a 25% reduction in the rent and hot dinner, provided he got the guesthouse to full occupancy. So, he got all the other rooms to be triple occupied by labourers who worked under him. He ensured that the workers would all leave for work together, and give the rent to Mansoor for a consolidated submission to Sandesh. He managed to have at least one worker per room to have an off day over the weekends, and his day off was still Tuesday, when all rooms were empty of tenants.

Everyone called him Mani (jewel) Sir, and assumed him to be an immigrant from the delta region of the neighbouring country to the east. The unimaginative modification of Mansoor to Mani Sur also hid his religious background in the local sun oriented, idol worshipping community.

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Autumn

The third Monday of September coincided with Mansoor's birthday. He took a half day off, and rushed to the market. When he reached the guesthouse two hours later, he carried a blank paper bag with two gift wrapped packages, and a chocolate cake. The shutter of the shop was still down, so he went to his room, kept the cake on the only table he had, placed the candles and knife appropriately, and walked up to the landlord's home. He didn't ring the doorbell.

M: Madam?

S: Yes, Mr Mani? What is it?

M: Will you please come to the guesthouse after lunch for two minutes?

S: Why?

M: It's my birthday, and I wanted to celebrate with you.

S: Happy birthday, Mr Mani. But I think it's not required.

M: Look, Madam, I have taken a half day off. I have no other friends here. Please, just two minutes. We'll cut the cake and take a picture, that's all.

S: OK, I'll come on my way to the shop.

At half past two, Shama left the house with her daughter, telling Sandesh that she would be back in fifteen minutes. She didn't tell him where she was going.

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With eager expectations, Mansoor opened the door of his room in response to the gentle knock. He was rendered speechless and motionless at the image before him.

Shama stood at the door, with her daughter standing by her right, holding her left hand. As she stood at the door, waiting to be invited inside, he boldly apprised her- her light pink saree with a white sleeveless back-knotted blouse, her large kohl lined eyes, the small but prominent mole near the left edge of her upper lip, the light smile on her red painted lips, the black beaded gold necklace that is synonymous to her status as a married woman. She had made herself ready for a party, and it pleased him.

S: Good afternoon, Mr Mani. Sorry for being late.

M: Oh, no worries, Madam. I am so happy that you accepted my invitation. Please come in.

As the mother-daughter duo entered, Mansoor took a long whiff of the perfume. She had really gone to some length for him.

S: Wow! Look, Kusum. Chocolate cake.

K: Mumma, chocolate.

Mansoor latched the door and came to Shama's side.

S: Wow! Uncle got a chocolate cake for you. Didn't I tell you that we are going to a party?

M: Why don't you cut it, while I get the plates.

S: No, it's your birthday cake. You must blow the candles and cut the cake. And the first piece is also yours to have.

M: Madam, now that your daughter is here, let it be her celebration. We can have our party later.

Before she could respond, he turned and disappeared into the next room. She didn't want to waste any time on futile arguments, so she knelt down and fixed the candles on the cake. As she was lighting the candles, he returned with the plate.

M: Wow! Now blow the candles and cut the cake.

Mansoor started recording as the candles were blown, the cake was cut, a piece was put on the plate, and given to the toddler. Mansoor motioned towards the inner room, and Shama walked her daughter to the single bed inside. The child walked up to the bed and sat down on it. Shama placed the plate in front of her, and stepped backwards, watching her daughter go for the large chunk with relish. Then she walked back to the cake table.

M: Come, Madam. You also have some cake.

S: I will feed you first.

M: Madam, you have been feeding me for quite some time. Let me feed you this time.

S: Ok,ok. Let's do it together.

He took a small piece, while she took a big one. He didn't break eye contact with her as he opened his mouth. As she stuffed his mouth playfully, he clamped his lips on her fingers and sucked slowly. Simultaneously, he inserted the cake piece into her mouth, and while continuing to suck on her fingers, he rubbed his fingers on her lips gently, applying the chocolate cream on her face.

S: What are you doing? Stop it!! You have ruined my makeup!

M: Nothing can have any effect on your beauty, Madam. But if you don't like the way I fed you the cake, I am sorry. I am willing to do anything you say to make amends.

S: You smooth talking scoundrel! Give me a napkin to wipe my face clean.

M: May I show my sincerity and gratitude for your generosity?

S: Ok.

While he had been talking to her, Mansoor had taken some icing from the cake on his right index finger. He now applied that cream on her left cheek. Shama recoiled backwards and reacted irately.

S: What are you doing, Mr Mani?

M: Madam, you made me a happy man by accepting my request and coming to my room. Now just humour me by letting me take a picture of my beautiful and lovely landlady.

S: Are you mad? You want to click my photo after dirtying my face?

M: But Madam, I am telling you that you are still as beautiful and lovely.

S: Stop this nonsense, and give me a napkin. Or I will leave this second.

M: Sorry Madam, I will just get the towel.

The toddler walked in with her plate and asked her mother for some more cake. When she saw the cream on her mother's face, she laughed and playfully added some more cream on her mother's chin and forehead. Shama accepted her daughter's playfulness and joined in her daughter's laughter, while she put a piece of cake on the plate for her daughter. Mansoor picked up the child, pulled out his phone and positioned himself such that when Shama straightened, he was ready to take a picture of the trio. He said, "smile", and captured the image. Then he put the toddler down, who walked back to the inner room to sit and enjoy the cake her mother was carrying.

A few moments later, Shama came back to the room and stared angrily at Mansoor.

S: Mr Mani, will you please give me a napkin?

M: I am sorry to see you in this angry state, Madam. I have just the right idea. Will you please allow me to cool your anger. I will remove the cream myself.

S: Do it now, or else we'll leave immediately.

M: Madam, I will do it very softly and very deliberately and I will not leave any visible signs of the cream. But please don't leave me alone on my birthday. I will give you a treat. I will first remove the cream next to your lovely lips.

Mansoor walked over to where Shama was standing.

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Interlude 3

At 3pm, Sandesh was asleep, undisturbed by lack of any sound in the house. His habits overshadowed any sense of doubt about his wife's absence.

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Shama watched silently at Mansoor as he approached her. Her eyes never deviated from his face. It was only when Mansoor got so close that she felt his warm exhale that realised Mansoor's intentions. By then it was too late. Mansoor grabbed Shama's face in both hands near her ears and placed his lips on hers. He started to nibble on her lips gently, moving back and forth all along her lips. She tried to speak out but that only made her situation worse. Now Mansoor's lips were sucking her lips one by one, alternating from the top to the bottom and the left to the right. She tried to pull away from his arms but found that her strength had drained. Now his nibbles changed to licking, and he started to lick away the cream from her chin, her cheeks, her forehead. She continued to utter feeble resistances, while he continued to kiss her face. She didn't even register the shift of his arms from her shoulders to her wrists. Without breaking the lip lock, he moved her unresisting arms to his shoulders. Instinctively, her arms went around his neck while his arms wrapped around her waist, and she surrendered to her biological reactions by became a willing partner in the kissing he had started.

Soon Shama was aggressively brushing her fingers into Mansoor's hair as she returned his kisses with mounting passion. She responded with a long muffled moan when he grabbed her ample buttocks and pushed his groin into her.

Hearing her mother's moan, the toddler walked out of the bedroom with the empty plate. Not understanding what she saw, she just said, "Mumma".

Her voice broke the magic, and a flustered Shama broke out of Mansoor's embrace. She turned towards her daughter.

S: Yes, baby? You want some more cake?

K: No, Mumma. I want juice.

S: Ok, baby, let's go home and I will give you milk.

Mansoor was not willing to let go of this opportunity the second time. He moved between the mother and daughter and knelt in front of the child.

M: Child, Mummy doesn't have juice at home. I will go and get it. But it will take some time. Right now Mummy can give you milk. So why don't you have Mummy's milk now and I will get you fresh juice in the evening?

K: Ok, uncle.

M: Good girl. Now go inside and your Mummy will come and give you milk.

Shama was too focused on straightening her clothes and hair to understand what had transpired between her daughter and Mansoor. She saw her daughter returning to the bedroom and looked questioningly at the rising Mansoor.

M: Madam, I know it's your daughter's sleep time and she is feeling sleepy after having cake. Just put her to sleep here only. If you take her out now, she will become cranky and will not let you go to the shop. Just let her sleep here. I will manage the shop in the meantime.

And before she could make any plausible counter to Mansoor's apparently logical suggestion, he turned towards the main door. While walking to exit from the room, he continued to speak, so that she didn't have the time to counter him.

M: I have a packet of milk inside, but if you want to avoid giving unboiled packaged milk, you can just suckle her.

And he was gone. As the main door shut behind him, she shook herself back to reality. What did he just say? She wanted to rush after him, but was stopped at her tracks by her daughter's call to her. She went into the bedroom.

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Mansoor found the shop locked, and not latched, as he had hoped. He thought of going to the landlord's home and ask for the keys, but decided against it. It would cause a rift in the husband-wife relationship. So he decided to go back to Shama and ask for the keys.

He opened the main door silently, not wanting to disturb the child. He walked in softly and entered the bedroom. Shama had drawn all curtains, but even in the semidarkness, Mansoor could see the occupants of his bed. Shama sat on the bed with her daughter on her lap, whom she had covered with the long end of her saree. This image of motherhood gave him a fresh bout of arousal, and he thought, "MILF".

He sat down next to Shama and they both stared at each other silently. He moved his hand to her right breast, pulled down the portion of the saree that was the first obstruction, pushed up the blouse and bra and exposed her breast to his gaze and touch. She didn't make any move to stop him as he caressed her. His rough, large palm felt good on her, and she felt the wetness of her arousal.

Five minutes of caressing and Mansoor lost his patience. He got up and went to the wardrobe, returning with a bed sheet, which he spread on the floor. Then he went in front of the woman he wanted to possess. He caught hold of the end of the long end of her saree and took it off her. She looked at him for a few seconds, then lifted her daughter into his arms. He returned to the bed sheet and placed the sleeping child on it. Then he turned back to Shama, who was now standing next to the bed, profiled by the light coming to the room from the open door of the bathroom.

He controlled the urge to grab her and ravage her. Instead of rushing forward, he started disrobing himself. When he was naked, he stood there, wanting her to make the next move. She understood the situation and closed the gap between them, till she was less than a foot away. She stopped and stood still, waiting. He responded by reaching for the hanging end of her saree, and his tug forced her to rotate. One full round and she was free of her saree, while fell into the heap of male clothes recently discarded. Next to join the heap was the blouse, and then the bra.

The naked female torso in front of Mansoor was the first he had seen in over an year. That the mammary glands within his reach belonged to his landlord's wife, that they were full, and that they were his to see, touch, squeeze and suck, made his male ego soar. But he controlled his desire to reach out to the beckoning duo, and instead resumed the kiss that was abruptly broken just recently. He gently wrapped his arms around the topless beauty and connected his lips with hers. And the tongue tussle resumed.

Like most married women in arranged marriages, Shama had accepted fate and resigned to the role of a wife and mother. Till her daughter had turned one, she was single mindedly dedicated to the requirements and expectations of the society. But her ambitions were rekindled by the guesthouse, and now her feminine side was awakened by Mansoor. His kisses and his embrace were giving her unparalleled pleasure, and his self restraint had increasingly made her wantonly.

M: Madam....

S: mmmmmm

M: nnnnn...madam

S: pfft....don't call...pfft....me...pfft.....madam...mmmmm

M: Madam....nnn...you are.....so.....beau....nnnn.....so lovely.....nnnn......so tasty......nnnn....so pretty......nnnn......madam

S: pfft....don't call...pfft....me...pfft.....madam...mmmmm

M: Madam....nnnn..... I want to......nnnn.....eat you......nnnnn..... I am.....nnnn.....hungry for you.....nnnnn.....madam

S: pfft....don't call...pfft....me...pfft.....madam...mmmmm

M: Madam....nnn.....you are my.....nnnn.....food.....nnnn.....my .....nnnnn

S: Mani....oh....Mani

The dams of restraints were falling fast. His hands were on her buttocks, squeezing the orbs. Her hands were on his back, pressing his body against hers. He was rubbing his erection on the soft fabric of her petticoat, and approaching a premature climax.

Suddenly, Mansoor froze. He had heard something, that brought him back from the impending peak. But Shama remained oblivious to the change of his mood and continued to moan into his mouth. Gently yet firmly, he broke the passionate embrace and looked into the lustful eyes.

M: I want to see you. Come with me.

He led her into the bathroom and shut the door. Now the sounds they made wouldn't be heard outside. He sat down on the seat cover and told Shama to become naked. She blushed, but complied. She stepped out of her panties, and stood in her naked glory. He could now smell her arousal strongly and abundantly. His erection returned to full mast. He beckoned her to him, and when she came and stood between his parted knees, he clamped his mouth on her right nipple. And started drinking.

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Interlude 4

At 4pm, when Sandesh left the silent and empty house, the shop was still closed. He had no reason to interrupt his gym routine to investigate into the connection between the absence of his wife and the open gate of the guesthouse.

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Mansoor had heard somewhere that a lactating mother continued to have milk in her breasts, as long as it was being consumed. He now had a way to find out the truth. So he sucked the right breast dry, and moved across to the other one.

S: Will you stop it now? There is nothing left.

M: I can't stop myself. You are so sweet, so lovely, so beautiful. I can't believe it. A dream come true.

S: You really are a sweet talker. Now let me go.

M: But my love for you is not yet satiated.

S: I am more comfortable in bed rather than in a bathroom.

M: Then let's go there. Lead me on, Madam.

As Shama turned, Mansoor stood up and embraced Shama from behind. He grabbed her soft globes and nuzzled her neck. His stubble tickled her, eliciting giggles from her. He moved his tongue up slowly, making a track of saliva from her right shoulder to her right ear. Then he nibbled her earlobe and she sighed. While he was giving small lip-bites to her ear, his third leg was ensconced in between her ass cheeks. As he made small thrusts with his hips, her legs parted, giving better access to his penis to come in contact with her shaved pussy. The arousal juices of the female reproductive organs provided lubrication to the circumcised head of the male reproductive organ. Shama bent forward, and the increased contact between Yin and Yang increased the levels of pleasure and arousal in both of them. Mansoor let go of the boobs and grabbed the hips, and Shama spread her legs more and bent over, resting her palms on her knees. Mansoor got into a rhythm and gave a good rubbing to Shama's pussy for a couple of minutes, then stopped. Shama groaned in disappointment, but Mansoor was not wanting to have a quickie. He grabbed her braided hair and straightened her up.

M: Madam, you were leading me to the bed. Or you want to......

Shama grabbed his dick and pulled him behind her, leading him to his bedroom. She pushed him on the bed and mounted his prone body. He tried to pull her down on his side to get over her, but she laid down on him instead. More kisses and moans followed, till he succeeded in getting her on her back. He inserted one finger into her, and she let out a shrill squeak more out of shock due to the sudden penetration than any pain. But Mansoor stopped, thinking that more stimulus was required. So he dove onto the gate to sexual heaven.

Shama was on her back, with Mansoor's head between her thighs. Although she knew that oral sex meant use of tongue to provide sexual pleasures, she was experiencing the pleasures of oral ministrations on her aroused nether lips for the first time. She was not sure initially what to expect, when Mansoor replaced his finger with his mouth. But his vacillating tongue sent shudders along her spine as he pushed her thighs apart and clamped his mouth on her cunt. When he sensed her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, he flicked it. She made an 'ooo' sound, so flicked it again. Another groan. Mansoor had found the spot in the dark, and he focused his tongue on it. Her nervous system went into overdrive and she arched her back into an orgasm. With a moan. S

he tried to push him away to get some respite, but with aggressive strength he continued to lick her. The intense aroma coming from her shaved pussy was adding to the intoxication caused by her juices. She couldn't escape the grip he had on her thighs, and her body kept on producing juices to replace the quantity he lapped up. She tried to stop his ministration by clamping her thighs tightly and pushing his head into her, but the sense of suffocation only made the assault more intense, and he countered by varying the speed and intensity with which he used his tongue to flip her mound, while his hands were playing with her boobs.

She orgasmed big time. And he lapped her up. Her muscular spasm squeezed his head between her thighs, as she arched her back and let out a low, long moan. He stopped for the day, so that she could recover before her daughter woke up. She was not going anywhere.