Sheila spent much of the afternoon and evening alone on her balcony, smoking and staring into the distance. Her husband could not figure out why but then Sheila went through these phases and he let her be. He had no way of knowing how dramatic and faraway her thoughts were.
Actually, not that far away. Her thoughts were on the young woman Binita next door, her father-in-law the Thakur and her own self. Sheila and her husband had taken the young couple new to town under their wing long back. And earlier in the morning Sheila had spotted the young woman impaled -- no, speared -- on her father-in-law as he pounded her like an animal.
They spotted her but didn't -- couldn't- stop. They merely moved location and yet the sounds and thumps reached Sheila's ears.
And then there was Sheila's response to the visual and aural stimulation and her own mind and imagination driving her wilder still. She masturbated to the sounds of the illicit lovemaking next door. It was not lovemaking- it was wild fucking. She discovered that when the Thakur, shamelessly came over as soon as he had finished the fuck-fest.
He had rationalized the illicit relationship to Sheila as bodily needs of both himself and his bahu (daughter-in-law). That was the stunning thing. There was no remorse or excuse making. Perhaps what was truly stunning was the truth. The man and woman had an incredible chemistry and they indulged in each other fully. Simple.
Thakur had threatened her and asked her to be silent about his affair. When Sheila challenged him and accused him of exploiting Binita, Thakur had stepped forward to demonstrate how unstoppable lust could become. Thakur being a sexual predator from his earliest village belle in his teens right up to his nubile, virgin daughter-in-law spotted the flush in Sheila. Her own sexual readiness was visible to him.
As Sheila provoked him in argument, she miscalculated that Thakur would be incapable of fucking her as he had only just finished fucking his daughter-in-law. But the old man was a sexual dynamo.
He fucked her, right there in her kitchen on the table. Reluctance gave way to unbridled pleasure and tables were indeed turned when Binita wandered in. The tearful young bahu had pleaded with her father-in-law to buy Sheila's silence. She feared as much for her marriage as she feared for deprivation of sex with the Thakur. It thrilled Thakur that Binita wanted their sexual relationship protected. The man in him strode over to Sheila's place, bullied, fucked and pleasured Sheila into a tentative submission.
When Binita walked in to check on what was happening, she found Sheila aunty being plundered by her Thakur and responding pleasurably to her man. She wanted to hold, hug and cuddle up to her aunty and seal their already close relationship with some physical intimacy. There was no jealousy in her. There was just a need to be close to her Sheila aunty. But Thakur had dragged off his daughter-in-law. He knew that at that point he had a psychological advantage over Sheila. He did not want Binita apologizing or otherwise compromising what he had achieved.
And that left Sheila wondering about what to do next.
It was sexual: the bond between father-in-law and daughter-in-law. If Binita found sexual prowess in her husband Pritam this could be broken. Sheila could understand Binita's attraction for Thakur from the fucking she herself had taken. It was animal like she had rarely experienced. The vigor was that of some her younger lovers. But the experience missing in them was blended in. Thakur was skill and experience of a man who had mastered the body of a woman combined with lust and vigor of a youngster discovering sexual release.
She felt her pussy stirring unreasonably. She had masturbated violently and she been fucked even more aggressively. Something had been awoken.
She dragged on the umpteenth cigarette and shook herself out of her own growing obsession with sex. She needed to solve it for Binita. Somehow, from the moment Binita and Pritam had moved in, Sheila and her husband -- 'Uncle' and 'Aunty' to the youngsters -- had helped them settle down in so many different ways. She felt the same way about this. The illicit sex between the two had the potential to rupture the marriage. With the clarity that it was raw sex at play, she felt a solution might be possible.
The solution did not occur to her then. But it did come to her in a flash in the middle of the dinner she hosted for a few friends, her neighbors Binita and Pritam, and Pritam's father, the Thakur.
The problem was perhaps Pritam; and the solution had to be some change in how Pritam handled Binita.
At an opportune moment she guided the young man to the balcony. This was the same balcony from where she had spotted Thakur and Binita fucking. They stood leaning back on the balcony facing the room where the guests were moving about.
"Son, are you able to keep Binita happy?" she asked in her opening salvo. The word 'happy' meant many things in most Indian languages. It could imply you being nice to your wife. It could also mean to ask whether your sex life was normal. In some sub-cultures it was a direct reference to the female orgasm. And at the broadest level, it referred to a wholesomeness of the marital equation: from sex, to niceness, to outings, to having nice in-laws.
"What do you mean, aunty? Of course! Did she say anything to you?" asked Pritam, ever eager to keep his wife happy. The marriage had been controversial and had very nearly not happened. They loved each other dearly and were willing to take on any challenge. Then suddenly, the Thakur, his father had turned a supporter of the marriage proposal. Pritam had no clue that his father's change of heart had anything to do with a direct encounter between Binita and her prospective father-in-law. The virgin bride-to-be lost her virginity in a spirited meeting. The sexual desire and bond between Thakur and Binita then became a parallel track to the abiding love between Binita and Pritam.
Pritam was determined as ever to make something he had fought so hard for a success. He was particularly caring towards Binita and took care of her every need. And now here was Sheila aunty suggesting something might be amiss. She was more than a mother to them. While his own mother was in the village, in this large soulless city, it was Sheila aunty.
Sheila shook her head. "No. She didn't. But she doesn't need to you know. I know her," she replied.
"So what is it, you think?" asked Pritam. If there was anything to be solved, he was going to fix it.
"How good are you with her in bed?" asked Sheila, her chest constricting as she said that. She felt blood rushing to her face. She had opened the topic.
Pritam just stared at her. Vegetable shopping, yes. Where to dine out, yes. Making sure the house was well equipped, yes. Medicines and consultation for typical women issues -- just fine. But sex?
Sheila cleared her throat. "Well?" she egged him. It was a job which had to be done and there was no one but her to do it.
"We are quite regular and she seems quite happy with it," mumbled Pritam, eyes down as he felt his ears burning in embarrassment.
Sheila felt bad for the young man. Poor chap. So earnest and well meaning and there was his wife, being a bitch with the father. Suddenly, she felt angry with Thakur for becoming a competitor to his own son. It made her more determined to de-addict Binita. That would teach him!
"Hey!" she said softly. She held his chin and lifted his face up. "Nothing for you to be shy with aunty, ok?" she whispered, "I am there for you." She hugged him. And perhaps for the first time each felt the other. She felt her breasts press against his arm. And he felt those mounds on his arm.
"Look, there are some things which you just must know," said Sheila, warming to the task. Suddenly she felt conscious of her attire. She had worn a blouse which was tethered with laces right up to her throat. It seemed completely modest, with no cleavage or skin showing at all. But it was completely backless. Self-consciously she tried to pull her saree pallo around her shoulders to cover her back. She merely drew attention to her smooth expanse of skin on the back.
The blouse was actually designed for seduction. The seemingly modest front had two panels, neither of which, on their own could cover a breast fully. But pulled together and laced up, they concealed the front completely. It was in black silk with a self-pattern in black. And there is nothing as seductive as black. For those who were looking for it, the effect was to bunch those masses of flesh tightly and hold them up together, as if they were waiting to burst into your presence. All it needed was for the top bow knot to be gently tugged open. If you knew, if you looked.
And Pritam was looking now. Sheila wished she had worn a bra -- but she had not. She never did with this blouse, though her tailor had told her to be sure to wear one. Her tailor did not know her so well after all. Sheila used this blouse to great effect at parties. A clever adjustment of the saree top would reveal to a person she targeted the true nature of this blouse. To the rest, she seemed more modestly attired than most.
It didn't help that the surge of blood in her veins had caused her nipples to engorge. They poked out of the sheer silk, adding to the heady effect of her confined breasts. Pritam felt his throat go dry.
