Menage A Trois Ch 03 2

Dawn was breaking through when Neerja aunty shook him awake. She was already dressed in a Tee shirt and jogging pants. He got up quickly, brushed his teeth and washed his face. By the time he had finished tying up his shoes, she had a glass of warm water in her hands for him. He had decided to go with his school exercise shorts and trainers. Unfortunately, he had run out of underwear. The ones Aunty had put in the wash had not yet dried. He had no choice but to go bare underneath.

"Drink up, beta," she said, handing over the glass.

Outside it was pleasantly cold and the roosters were crowing in the distance. She locked the main gate behind her and led him away from the main road onto a dirt track. Here, there were a few clustered hutments but everyone seemed to be asleep. A small village shop selling odds and ends was shuttered. The dirt track ended abruptly as they passed through the hamlet, but there was a grassy beaten path that began from there. They walked on the path leading them into a forest. The air was still, save for the calls of birds and the rustling of leaves. The sun had not yet risen. An overnight shower had left the ground damp and the leaves wet. There was not another soul to be seen. The initial signs of habitation gave way to the isolation of the forest. He felt one with nature. The smell of the wet earth reminded him of the village he had visited as a child with his mother Sarmistha.

Aunty's pace was brisk. Initially, he was able to keep up but months of choosing chess club and poetry club over sports meant that the muscles of his legs began to cramp up and soon he was struggling to keep pace. Aunty barely broke stride, working up a strong sweat. Debdas's feet began to hurt and his shoes began to bite, but he was too proud to request aunty to slow down. He fell behind by a few feet and Aunty came to a halt.

"Debdas, are you alright beta?" she asked.

Debdas was thankful for the respite.

"My feet hurt aunty," he complained

"That's okay. You sit down and rest for a while."

"I won't take long aunty," he panted, collapsing onto the damp grass. "Give me five minutes."

His weary legs welcomed the rest. The pain and throbbing ceased. The air seemed cooler. The heat of the morning was still far away.

"I have to go susu," aunty said, matter of factly.

Debdas almost gasped. He was surprised at her utterance. He turned away as she walked a bit into the woods. He heard the rustling of pants being pulled down and then the pitter patter of her stream on the forest floor as she relieved herself. She came back and began stretching, touching her toes. He avoided looking at her.

"Five minutes. Time's up. Come on, let's go," she said.

His muscles screamed in protest as he got up.

"We'll go slowly, beta. Just relax and enjoy the view. Do you need to susu?" she asked, her eyes straying to the front of his shorts. He had become semi hard when he heard her urinating. The tent was visible due to lack of underwear.

Debdas looked away, embarrassed. He had been feeling full but politeness had prevented him from asking Neerja aunty for a toilet break. He had never talked so frankly about bodily functions with a woman before. Even with his mother, they took turns sharing the one bathroom in their small apartment and stayed out of each other's way.

"Go on, don't be shy Debdas," said aunty.

He walked a bit into the woods and went behind a tree. He pulled down his half pant and urinated against the tree, careful to not be noisy. Once he had finished urinating, he felt better.

"Feel better now, Debdas?" asked aunty "Let's turn back."

Debdas nodded.

They resumed walking at a slow pace. Debdas had become very sweaty. There was large patch on his front and also under his arms. Ahead of him, Aunty's tee shirt also showed patches on her back and in her armpit regions. He glanced at her shapely bottom that undulated as she walked. It was ample and he liked her full figure. It was very different from that of his mother who was far thinner.

He checked his thoughts as they came into view of the hamlet. Everyone was asleep save for an old woman who was sweeping the dirt outside her hut with a leafy broom. Aunty acknowledged her namaskar as they walked past. The old lady went into a hut and came out with a container of milk.

When they neared the gate, she handed him the container.

"Place it in the fridge, beta," she said. "I'll walk some more in the garden."

"You'll walk some more?" Debdas was winded and just wanted to slip into bed and sleep some more.

"Yes, beta. I will do a few more rounds."

"Why?!"

"I do not want to get fat, beta. At my age, I have to be careful."

"You are not fat, Aunty," he protested.

"That's sweet of you to say. I'll finish up. You go take rest."

After placing the milk in the fridge, he collapsed on his bed. When he woke up it was quite late. Aunty was in the kitchen cooking.

"Beta, slept well?" she asked.

"Sorry aunty, I was so tired," he apologized.

"We thought you might want to sleep for a little bit. I'll make you a bowl of cornflakes. Would you like an omelette?"

"Yes please," he said.

"One or two eggs?"

"Two eggs."

"I'll give you three. You are a developing young man and you need your proteins. Have you bathed?"

Debdas realized that he had fallen asleep and had forgotten to bathe. In fact, Aunty seemed to have not bathed. She was still in her sweaty jogging tee shirt. He apologized. Was she able to smell his stink?

"That's okay beta. No worries. There is a bathtub in our master bathroom. Uncle will be filling it up soon. You can have a refreshing hot bath there."

After Debdas finished the breakfast, he collected towels and his spare clothes. His underwear was still not dry. He went to the master bathroom which was in the corridor that led to the master bedroom. He opened the door and was greeted by the sight of an opulent bathroom, the likes of which he had only seen in on television.

The bathroom was large with a marble floor. Inside was a wooden closet with bathrobes and towels. A large mirror covered one wall, in front of which was a marble slab with a sink bowl. The plumbing looked expensive. In a corner there was a large glass enclosure for the shower and a smaller room for the water closet.

Uncle and Aunty lay naked in the bathtub in the far side of the room. They were each at opposite ends and their arms were spread around the rounded edges as the soapy suds rose to their chests.

"Come in, Debdas," said Aunty.

Debdas most certainly did not want to join them in their bath.

"Come in, Debdas," enjoined Uncle.

"No, no it is okay. You finish first. I'll take bath later," he pleaded.

Uncle was dismissive. "Nonsense. Where is the sense in wasting time? Join us. It is so nice and hot in here."

He was worn down by their requests and decided to take the plunge. After all, they themselves had invited him in. It would be rude not to join them. He took of his clothes and placed them in a nearby clothes basket. Covering his privates, he approached the tub. The marble floor was cold. The edge if the tub came up to his knees.

In order to balance himself he had to remove his hands and bare his modesty. He grabbed the edges of the tub with both hands and hauled himself into the bubble bath carefully. The tub was narrow and cylindrical in shape but too narrow in the middle to allow him to crouch between Aunty and Uncle.

"Go sit with Aunty, Debdas." Said Uncle.

Debdas held the steel rod carefully as he tried to not slip on the slippery surface. He stood facing Aunty, his tumescent penis stiff and waving in front of her face.

"Beta, sit down, in front of me," she said.

Debdas turned around and carefully lowered himself, this time exposing himself to Uncle. Underneath the water, there was a tangle of limbs. He sat with his knees drawn up. He shuddered as he felt Aunty's wet hands on his shoulders, pulling him towards her. He tensed as he felt her soft breasts on his back.

"Spread out your legs," she whispered.

Aunty had her legs wrapped around him. He straightened his legs as did Aunty. Soon his legs were intermixed with hers and Uncle's.

"Relax, beta," she said, "you are very tense."

She rubbed his shoulder as the warm water swirled. The steam and the soap bubbles were all very new to him. He had never been in the vicinity of a bathtub before. His bathroom at home was a small one that he and his mother shared. Aunty raised her legs as Uncle scooched forward. He took a hold of one of her feet and massaged it with some oils. Aunty moaned softly as Uncle massaged her soles, toes and calves. He felt her tummy against the small of his back. He saw the muscles of her thigh tense.

"Feels so good, dear," she murmured.

Uncle then did the same thing with her other leg. As Uncle massaged her, Debdas felt Aunty's fingers on his shoulders, gently rubbing the tense muscles. Uncle kept turning the faucet on and off to balance the hot water with the cold.

"Are you liking this temperature?" Uncle asked him

"It is comfortable Uncle. We don't have bathtubs at home. I've never used one before," said Debdas.

"Do you like ours?" asked Aunty

"It's very nice," said Debdas.

Aunty's hands brushed his chest and his nipples. Under the suds, she then let her hands drift over his tense abdomen and gently caressed it. It was an affectionate, reassuring gesture.

"Do you not take baths with your mother, Debdas?" she asked.

"N-no," he said. He was surprised at that question.

"Why ever not? Mothers often bathe their sons," she declared.

His mother, Sarmistha had never bathed with him, even when he had been a cherub.

"What does your mother do Debdas?" asked Uncle

It was strange to be talking about his mother when Neerja aunty's hand were resting over his lower abdomen, almost on top of his pubic mound.

"Where is she from? How is she in person?" she prompted.

He told them everything about his mother as they listened intently. Sarmistha was a single mother who had raised him with very little help from others. She would get up very early in the morning, prepare food for him and then they would both go the institution where he was a student and she was an educator. His education fees was nominal due to this fact. When afternoon came, she would drop him at his sports coaching center and take the bus to different parts of the city where she took tuition for children in private residences for extra money. She would come home after nine, sometimes after Debdas had had his dinner and slipped under the covers.

Little by little, the savings she made had accrued, enabling them to move out of their rented house and into a small apartment they could call their own. She was a very independent woman, strong and resolute in the face of obstacles. She had a reputation for being a strict teacher. Privately, Debdas's classmates had complained to him that Sarmistha madam was very fond of making them lean over her desk and hitting them on their buttocks with a wooden ruler as punishment. She was severe and unsympathetic, inspiring fear and discipline.

At home, however, she was very sweet and kind. Some of Debdas's friends who had been invited over for lunch, were unable to wrap their head around the differences between her private and public personas.

"She seems to be a very strong woman, Debdas," said Aunty. She squeezed her legs against his and his nunu pulsated with lust.

"Your mother must be proud of you, Debdas," said Uncle.

By now aunty's hands had gradually slipped even lower and it was now resting on his hairless pubic mound. The bottom of her hand was touching the base of his erect shaft. Talking about his mother while being naked in the steam bath was a surreal experience. The steam swirled around. The mirror had fogged. Slowly, he relaxed himself, letting his body go slack against Aunty's softness.

"Let's soap and clean ourselves," said Aunty.

He got up carefully as Uncle unplugged the drain. The waters started swirling down the drain. He cupped his hands to receive the soap gel from aunty who then leaned across him to give it to uncle. Debdas was staring straight ahead at the tiled wall. He did see a glimpse of aunty's breasts as she extended her arm, but looked away in haste. They were conical and sagged a bit, with the nipple brown and pointy. He concentrated on lathering his body and rubbing up a foam. "More soap?" said aunty as she directly squirted the gel onto his chest.

"Thank you," he murmured.

The water receded and soon he was standing on the empty porcelain bathtbub floor. On either side of him, Uncle and Aunty were vigorously soaping themselves, the sound of hand rubbing against soft flesh, reverberating across the steamy bathroom. Aunty again leaned across to spray the gel on Uncle too. Her body touched his and it was like an electric jolt had passed through him. His arousal increased a notch, the head of his penis-the glans- felt like it would expand and burst.

She then squirted the gel on to his back. "Wash your back also, beta."

Blushing furiously, he nodded. He wrapped his hands around himself to lather his upper back and then lathered his lower back. Aunty and Uncle started lathering their legs by turning around and placing one their feet in turn on the edge of the tub. Being in the middle, he had to turn around and place his leg on the edge of the tub too. He caught a glimpse of Aunty's soaped up back. It was useless protecting his modesty now. His helpless nunu was standing straight up and pointing ahead and his glans was as enlarged as ever. The arousal, the proximity of Neerja aunty and the steamy room converged to heighten his senses. He feared that he might involuntarily climax in the tub.

"All done?" asked Uncle and he turned on the faucet.

Water started milling around his ankles and slowly rose. Uncle sat down at his end, while Aunty sat down at hers. Debdas carefully held the steel bar on the wall as he lowered himself. As he sat down, he realized that he was displaying his unfettered, erect manhood to Uncle. He looked down, ashamed.

"Lean back, beta," Aunty whispered.

He felt the water reach the level of his ankles and his testicles. He felt Aunty's hands on his shoulders, as she eased him back. Her soft, soapy breasts, slid as he lay on them. Aunty's wrapped her hands around his midriff. Debdas was acutely aware that Uncle could see everything, including his erection that was now jutting out like a flagpole. Despite knowing that it was futile, he covered it with his left palm. Aunty adjusted her legs so that they were on the outside of his. He felt the bristles of her sexual hair against the small of his back. Uncle extend his feet over his aunty's.

The steaming water gently rose, as steam billowed. Through the steam he noticed that her thigh had light hairs on them as did her shin. Farhidha madam had taught him that even women had body hair and that it was a natural thing. He looked up to see that Uncle was leaning his head back and looking right at him. He blushed and looked away.

Aunty urged Debdas to rest his head on her shoulder. He surrendered to her wishes, allowing the pleasure of the situation to waft all over him. The water rose to their chest and the soap suds gradual dissolved off their bodies, raising a froth amidst the shower gel bubbles. Aunty lowered one hand and rested it on his mound, her soft hand touching the base of his manhood. With the other hand, she stroked his hair. Time stood still as they luxuriated. He drifted in and out of sleep as did Uncle opposite him

How nice it would be nice to have a nice steam bath at home. Unbidden, his distracted mind pictured himself and his mother Sarmistha together in the tub. His penis twitched against Aunty's hand. Aunty's breasts cushioned his back and her soft body against his, added to the out of body experience. Uncle had nodded off in the pleasant heat. Slowly, even he drifted off to sleep.

It was sometime later that Aunty shook him awake.

"Let's get out of the bath tub now, Debdas," said Uncle.

He unplugged to sink and the water began to gurgle. Aunty stood up behind him and turned on the shower head. With it she cleaned off the remaining soap and suds on her body. Debdas crouched in the middle of the tub as Uncle took the hand shower from Aunty and cleaned himself. They both climbed out and toweled themselves near the tub. Debdas was the last to leave as he used the hand shower on himself. Aunty and Uncle were still in the nude and made no attempt to cover themselves. Debdas hesitated to get out.

"Come on, Debdas," said Aunty, handing him her towel.

Debdas used it to partially cover himself and to wipe down his body. Uncle and Aunty were getting into their slippers.

"Give the towel here, Debdas," said Aunty, her arms extended. "I have to put it in the wash now."

Looking at their nude forms was unavoidable now. Aunty bent down and picked up the clothes he had discarded on the bathroom floor. He had a quick glimpse of her bottom. He saw the stretch marks on her buttocks. They sagged a little but otherwise, her muscular thighs and her round bottom were a picture of beauty. Uncle and Aunty walked ahead of him into the corridor. Picking up his change of clothes, Debdas followed, his palms covering his erection. Aunty and uncle's bottoms jiggled as they walk in front of him. They walked across the living room in a single file. To his surprise, Uncle stopped at his drinks cabinet and took out a cold beer from the mini fridge. Aunty went into the kitchen.

"Do you want a cup of tea, Debdas?" Aunty shouted from the kitchen.

Debdas stammered, "Y-yes, aunty."

He quickly changed into his clothes. He was out of underwear. Aunty was at the kitchen stove, a bowl of milk boiling. He saw her naked side profile and marveled at her beauty.

Her breasts were not very large. It sagged a bit, the effect of age but the nipples were hard. Her stomach was not fat but did not protrude like Uncle's either. The belly rolls were pleasant. The sides of her abdomen had stretch marks. There was a small bump over the belly followed by a descent and then her pubic mound rose. From where he was standing, her bush could be seen clearly, jutting out untidily. Her thigh and legs were robust, the product of her intensive walking exercises.

"Debdas, will you join me in the veranda?" Uncle's voice at his shoulder interrupted him. He quickly nodded.

They went and sat in the patio. Uncle eased himself onto his favourite wooden chair that was line with sofas on the bottom and the back and had wide armrests. He opened his can of beer and with the fizz, he said, "Cheers, beta."

He took a gulp. "Ah! That was refreshing."

The evening shadows and the descending sun had reduced the temperature. Uncle was absolutely self assured even in his nudity. As he sunk in his chair, Debdas could see his big, red, splotchy belly. His nunu was shrunken to its flaccid state and was nestling on top of his brown, wrinkled scrotum.

Aunty walked out naked with a tray of tea cups in her hand and set in down on the table in front of Debdas, who averted his eyes out of politeness. Aunty took her spot opposite Uncle and slowly sipped her tea. Debdas concentrated on sipping his tea, staring determinedly into the cup.

"Beta, you got dressed up? Did you give yourself time to dry?" said Aunty.

Debdas was nonplussed.

"Ha!Ha! Debdas is very shy," said Uncle.

"I have noticed that, dear," said Aunty, "Debdas, in your institution, do you not take baths with your fellows? Samar told me that your madam Farhidha also joined you once."

That was true. He and his fellow scholars did bathe together, usually under the supervision of some educator or another who patrolled the baths to make sure that no one took too long and played truant. Farhidha madam had joined them once; that was true too. That had been a one off, famous day, when Farhidha madam had joined some boys in the baths. There had been six of them as it was a general holiday and everyone had been given leave to go visit home.