Tenancy Pt 07

Friday

It was the first day of the nine day long fasting festival. Sandesh and family joined the community thronging the local temple to seek blessings from the mother goddess. Normally, both husband and wife would join community activities. But the financial crisis marred any festive spirit that could bring cheer. Sandesh got some decorations and got Shama to help him in decorating the shop. They were both fasting, so she told him to feed the daughter and relieve him at the shop counter at five pm. He should shut down the shop around nine pm and join for dinner, and she would keep Mansoor engaged till then.

Mansoor had left the guesthouse early, and returned around three pm. Seeing Shama alone at the shop counter, he went inside the shop, took her to the living room through the connecting door, opened her blouse and drank some of her milk, while Sandesh sat with his daughter in the master bedroom. The possibility of getting caught made the act exciting. He left the way he had come, telling her that he will arrive for dinner after dark.

Shortly after four pm, Sandesh walked through the door.

Sa: The market committee president called. He wants me to put up a shop at the fair.

Sh: When?

Sa: Now.

Sh: Now? But you can't go. I have a lot of pending work. We have a guest for dinner. Can't it wait till tomorrow?

Sa: Listen Shama, this is a great opportunity. Getting a chance to have a shop in the fair will get great profit. I wasn't even in the reckoning. Someone must have backed out at the eleventh hour. Just help me in loading stuff in the car. I will manage today, and tomorrow I will get more items from the wholesaler.

Sh: Sandesh, listen. Don't get ahead of yourself. I'm not sure about this.

Sa: Don't worry. I'll be back by ten. We'll have dinner together. Just take out the cartons, I'll get the car.

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It was dark when Mansoor entered without knocking. Shama was in the kitchen, while her daughter was watching TV. He went into the kitchen and squeezed the sexy bums. She squealed and spun around, and finding him there, flung her arms around his shoulders with a loud "master" and started frenching. The mother's shout disturbed the daughter, who came to investigate and found her mother and her friend in an embrace. She tugged at his trousers, and he turned around, without letting go of her mother's right buttock. With a final squeeze, he took the daughter's hand and exited the house, telling the mother that they were walking to the fair.

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Shama applied the final touches to her face and looked at the image in the full length dresser. She was confident that she had never looked better. She was in a black silk saree with small silvery roses. The loose end fell up to the back of her knees. Her hair was parted in the centre, open and straight, reaching the top edge of her petticoat, with the traditional red vermilion on the parting to announce her marital status. Her high forehead had a small black hole stuck midway between her thin eyebrows. Her ears sported silver danglers. She had applied maroon lipgloss. Her long graceful neck was adorned with a two strand black stone necklace with traditional gold pendant, customarily worn by married women. Her upper body showed a lot of unblemished skin. Her halter type black blouse enhanced her deep cleavage, while the back had a single knot. Her fingers were without any rings, while each of her wrist sported green glass bangles. She had tied her petticoat about two inches below her belly button. She was barefeet, and moderately perfumed.

The clock chimed. Ten pm. The males and her daughter had still not returned. Her calls to both of them had gone unanswered. She was not worried, only slightly irritated at being left alone on the first day of the festival.

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She woke up to the sound of a car door closing. She must have dozed, sitting on the dinner table. The sound of another car door closing brought her to her feet. She started for the garage, from where the sounds had originated, then stopped and turned towards the dresser to check her appearance. Her hair needed attention and her saree required some adjustments.

Five minutes later, she came out of the master bedroom and moved towards the living room, but stopped at the threshold. The two men were talking, and the tone was tense.

M: Mr Sandesh, no need to thank me. I like your daughter, and I love her like my own. But what you should know is that today is a very special day in your life. In fact, it will be transformative. Madam told me about your financial situation, and I think I can help you.

S: What? How?

M: Lets just keep things simple. You will be given a solution to your problems, and I think you should accept it. Actually, you have no choice but to accept it. First, the money you gave to your friend. Here is a banker's cheque for one hundred thousand, that includes a certain amount to compensate you for the mental agony. You are free to renew your association with your friend, but I would advise against it. Second, your suppliers whose credit is expiring tomorrow. Here is a letter from them collectively agreeing to extend the credit by a fortnight. Indeed, you need not worry about replenishing the stock at the fair. Third, bank mortgage. Tomorrow you will go to the branch manager, who will provide you with a fresh agreement reducing the instalments based on the revised valuation of the mortgaged property. Fourth, after the fair is over, the market committee president will offer you the post of secretary, which you will accept.

S: Wha...

M: Don't speak, just listen. You have lost the right to do anything else. Here's the price for the help that I have rendered, and there's no veto power to this. First, I will manage the financial issues of your family. Second, I will continue to manage the guesthouse. Third, I will assist Madam in running the shop, and will be equal partner in profit. Fourth, you will remain the market committee secretary till the time you keep me in good humour. Now how will you keep me in good humour? Simple, just ignore whatever happens within this compound. Don't interfere by word or deed in anything I or Madam do. Just do what you are told, how much you are told, and keep quiet. Madam has already agreed, so like I said you have no choice but to accept it. Now, I and Madam have some things to discuss over dinner. You can take your sleeping daughter and go to bed. And send her with juice and snacks for me.

In the silence after Mansoor stopped speaking, a speechless Sandesh gaped alternatively at the cheque and the man sitting opposite him, for a few seconds. Then he got up, picked up his sleeping daughter and went into the master bedroom, avoiding eye contact with Shama. He knew his days as a cuck had commenced.

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Interlude 11

There is strength in weakness. When the strong use the weak, the weak are powerful, but keep getting weaker. And one day, the strong discard the weak when their weakness is no longer profitable.

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Shama came into the living room holding a tray with two glasses of juice and a plate of salted snacks. As she bent forward to offer the juice and snacks to Mansoor, he eyed her cleavage appreciatively. He sniffed her perfume as he picked up a morsel and put it in her mouth. Then he picked up a glass and sat back.

S: Would you like to have anything specific, my lord?

M: What do you have to offer, slave?

S: All you see is yours, my lord.

M: I think I'll have some salty juices, before I take fresh milk.

S: My lord, even I prefer salty juices, but don't you want to partake something solid?

M: Ok.

Shama went to the kitchen and got a plate full of traditional food items. While she was filling up the plate, Sandesh came out of the bedroom. He was finding the silence oppressive, and his self esteem prompted him to do something to prevent his marital vows from disintegration. When Shama left the kitchen, she saw her legally wedded husband standing in the way. She looked at him derisively, and walked past him to the living room. All Sandesh could do was hear and see.

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S: My lord, there are nine eatable items on this plate, symbolising the nine days of prayers and festivities. In our community, nine is a very special number. We wear nine bangles on each wrist......

M: Stop! I don't want your lessons. I want you to feed me. Since you are so fond of using your mouth, you will feed me using your mouth.

Shama sat down on the couch next to Mansoor. She took a bite, and holding it by her front teeth, for it to him. When she took the second bite in the same manner, he linked his lips with hers as she withdrew the bite into his mouth. For the next few bites, she used her lips to transfer the food piece, and each transfer became longer than the previous one, because each kiss lingered more and more. She managed to finish two of the nine dishes, and now it was the turn of semi solid rice based dishes, to be had with a spoon. She took the first spoonful into her mouth and clamped her open mouth on his. She tried to push the food into his mouth using her tongue, but it was slow going, and about a quarter went into her stomach.

So she tried to pour it into his mouth, but her aim was erratic, and some of it fell on face and chest, which she had to lick off. After a few more attempts, she gave up and shifted to the two sweet dishes. These dishes she took into her mouth and offered her open mouth for him to get them out of. Now it was his turn to lick the spillage off her body. This he did with relish. After every attempt, he licked her face, lips, neck and chest, immaterial if something edible was there. When she placed the last bite for his consumption, he spent a lot of time on licking her neck and her cleavage, simultaneously raising her and himself to standing position. In this movement, her saree slipped off her shoulder. He found her posture highly erotic.

M: My dear sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, alluring, attractive, Shama. You are a real goddess on earth. Each and every inch of your body is sweet to taste, soft to touch, pleasing to see.

S: My lord, my master, I am not worthy of your words. I was inconsequential, non entity till you gave meaning to my life and my existence. I am now at your feet, only to serve you.

M: Let's proceed to the dining table. I will have the remaining dishes there.

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Sandesh had heard and seen the living room act. For the dining room act, he stood on the guest room doorway. The performers were engrossed in their performance, ignoring the lone spectator, impervious to the effect on him, unconcerned about the consequences.

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M: I knew this saree and blouse would suit you. I wish I could flaunt you to the world as mine.

S: There will be time for that, my lord. You have me, the world can wait. Let's finish the dinner and resume the prayer.

Mansoor got hold of the loose end of her saree and pulled it off her. Her blouse and petticoat came off as well, leaving her in her undergarments on-for the time being. He got her to lie down on her back on the dining table. As he stood near her left shoulder, admiring her form and curves, she reached out and opened his lower garments, reaching out for her 'little man'. As she stroked his erection, he emptied the remaining contents of the dinner plate onto her flat stomach. Although she was unwilling to let go of his penis, he managed to extract himself to discard his clothes and adjust her position for what he had in mind. He climbed over her head and placed himself on his hands and knees on top of her prone loveliness such that his dick was over her face. Then he started to eat directly off her stomach.

Once in a while, he would linger on her to insert his tongue into her bellybutton or to leave a hickey. Every time he went down for a bite, his dick would come close to her face and she would start to suck it, but then it would go back and she would wait for him to dive again. Once he had licked her stomach clean he dove in between her legs. She could do nothing except moan, gasp, squeak and scream, as he pinned her down by his body and lapped up the salty juices he so loved. Like every previous occasion, he got her to cum twice, and she was louder than the last time. And like every previous occasion, although he did make his dick available for her consumption and his pleasure through her mouth, she was unable to overcome her weaknesses.

From where he was standing, Sandesh had clearly seen all Mansoor did, hear all Shama uttered. He had seen how Shama threw her legs in the air, how her toes stretched, how her thighs quivered, how her hips bucked. And when Mansoor looked up at Sandesh, Sandesh felt afraid. It was like an alpha predator standing on his just conquered prey, looking at his weaker rival and throwing a challenge. The alpha had the prey's juices on his face, and the lust was vivid in the unblinking eyes.

The clock chimed. Midnight. Time to complete the quest and finish the prayer.

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Mansoor got off the dining table and moved towards the guest room, and Sandesh scampered to get out of the way. Shama slid off as well, and went to the kitchen. She came back with two glasses of water and two glasses of juice on a tray and went into the guest room, just as Mansoor came out of the bathroom after relieving himself. She stood patiently as Mansoor had a glass each of water and juice. Then she turned, finished the contents of the remaining glasses, came till the doorway of the guest room, handed over the tray to Sandesh, and shut the door on his face. Sandesh was numbed to inaction by this derogation, but could not think of any counter. He had to keep the peace. Slowly and silently, he went to the kitchen and kept the tray on the slab.

When he came out of the kitchen, he heard the first squeal from behind the closed door of the guest room. As he collected the scattered clothes, folded them, kept them on the dining table, and went about switching off the unwanted lights, he could not block out the continued 'aah's and 'ooh's that were amplified by the relative silence in the house. Involuntarily, he gravitated to the closed door in the dark, where he stood for a long time, hearing the muffled duet increase in tempo and pitch to a climax. He remained rooted to the spot, surrounded by silence, when the clock chimed.

In a trance, he rotated the door knob and, finding it unlocked, opened the door. The lights of the guest room were still on and he could see the state of the bed. The male was asleep on his back. The female's body stretched along the male's right side, her head on his shoulder, her hair curtaining her breasts, her right leg on his right leg, and her right palm clutching his baby maker. She was awake, and she saw the man at the door. Her eyes remained on his face, but his eyes focused on her hand, which continued to move on the maleness with soft, firm deliberateness. Nothing was left to be said. He looked up at her with resignation, and she smiled her satisfaction and pride.

He switched off the lights and retreated.