Menage A Trois Ch 04 1

Debdas woke up early next day, as the skies outside drizzled. As his head cleared, he reflected on yesterday's happenings. He could scarcely believe everything that had transpired. He met Aunty after she came back from her walk. Her clothes were drenched, accentuating her curves.

"Beta, I had set out your clothes to dry. It is all drenched now."

It was all drenched. His three white briefs were again out of commission.

"I am so sorry, Debdas," she apologised

"It's okay Aunty. I have enough clothes."

"Do you have underwear?"

How did she know?

She explained, "I saw that yesterday you were not wearing any. Did you forget to pack?"

He nodded.

"Don't worry beta. We will work something out."

After breakfast, Uncle headed out into the town for some work. Aunty came into his room with some underwear in hand.

"Debdas, your uncle's briefs are too big for you. All of Samar's briefs are with him. I thought you could wear my underwear," she said.

She laid out a few of her panties on his bed. He stared at it in astonishment. All were V shaped of different colours. Even to his untrained eye, he could see that the material was superior to his standard issue underwear.

"I can't wear this!" he whispered in horror.

"What?Why?" she smiled, seeing the look of horror.

"It's... It's for girls. That's why!"

She laughed. "Who says?"

"Ummm... society."

"Society? Beta, if we listen to everything society says, we will never get ahead. Besides, how will society know what you are wearing under your pants."

Debdas resisted. Neerja aunty poked and prodded.

"Beta, it is just a piece of cloth. What are you worried about?"

This stopped him in his tracks. Aunty sat him down on the bed and asked him if Debdas thought that wearing a panty would make him effeminate. Debdas nodded. It would be weird and if his friends came to know, they would laugh at him.

Neerja aunty explained that just by wearing a panty, he would not in any way become less male.

"Sometimes, in an emergency, Uncle will wear mine. It is nothing to be concerned with. You have seen uncle. He is a real man, isn't he? Don't worry beta. Wear this until your underwear dries off. You will see that the material is so much better and softer. You will be more comfortable."

He took a blue panty and started to walk towards the bathroom.

"Why don't you change here, Debdas? You can try on a different one if you are uncomfortable. I got you my old ones so that it is easier to fit in."

He turned around, dropped his half pants and carefully pulled on Aunty's panties. The material was nicer than his rough instituition issued underwear and it felt comfortable, though strange, against his skin. As he pulled it up his legs and thighs, the arousal climbed up his shaft and the head of his penis flared angrily.

Debdas moaned as his erection pushed against the soft, accommodating fabric. His nunu protruded through the stretchy material and nestled comfortably, and slightly to the right. The most erotic part was that Aunty's genitals had been in direct contact with the fabric and now he was wearing it.

"Turn around Debdas," said aunty. "Let me see if it fits," she said.

Debdas turned around and after some urging from Aunty, lowered his hands.

"Beta, it fits you so well. Are you comfortable?"

Debdas nodded.

"See, I told you it will be comfortable. Don't you worry about your masculinity beta. As a woman, I can very well see that you are developing into a proper

mard,"

she said.

Debdas blushed and Aunty seemed to be enjoying his embarrassment in a playful manner.

"I should show Uncle," she said.

"No, no! Aunty, please!" said Debdas

"Nonsense beta, Uncle will see how it fits so well," said Aunty.

Debdas folded his hands and begged her. She laughed, "Okay! Okay! Relax! I won't tell him."

She promised to take him to the nearby town the coming morning once the rains subsided. The next day, after breakfast, Debdas followed Neerja aunty outside. She took out the car and they drove it to town. Aunty dropped it off at a mechanic shop for some due repairs.

They went to the only decent shopping mall in town. It was a mall only in name. It was two stories high and there was more shops closed and boarded up than open. She took him to one of her familiar shops, one selling clothes for women.

They were greeted with folded hands by a middle aged woman in a salwar kameez, wearing a bright smile.

"Welcome, madam," she said.

"Debdas, this is the proprietor, Mrs Reenu."

"Good afternoon, Aunty," he said and bowed down with a Namaste.

"What brings you here?" said Mrs Reenu.

The women got to talking while Debdas sat on one of the small cushioned seats, surveying the collection. Almost everything was ethnic wear. There was a small section which held women's underwear. Reenu aunty showed Neerja various ethnic dresses. She spent a good while in the trial room, trying on one after the other. Finally, she purchased three. She also purchased underwear, he noticed.

"These panties are for me,' she whispered as they walked down the stairs. "You can use my old ones," she said

Lunch was taken in a small hotel where they had benches for seats but the food was good. They each took a thali. On the way to the auto stand, aunty bought him a kulfi.

"Take us to the fair," she said, handing over a note to the auto driver.

They took tickets to see the town fair ground. It was not very large. There were stalls set up along the perimeter and a ferris wheel stood in the middle. They walked among the crowds, stopping at a few stalls now and then. Aunty haggled with the vendors while Debdas dutifully carried her bags. For all the world, they looked like a mother and her son enjoying an evening out during the town fair. Aunty contrived to brush herself against him several times. There were bumps of their bodies, light touches of the hands, lingering looks and she even wiped off the corners of his lips, after they had had pani puris.

"Debdas," she asked as they sat on a bench and munched on bhel puri, "Do you wish your mother were here now?"

He was nonplussed. "I mean... It would be nice. I think. I don't know, really," he stammered.

She chuckled. "If she had come with you, both of you could use the bathtub."

Debdas choked and coughed in shock as Aunty giggled. She patted him on the back as tears came to his eyes. After a few seconds, he cleared his throat and regained his composure.

"You get so self conscious na, beta. What is wrong with sharing the tub with your mother?" she asked. "I am like your mother and we shared it."

"But..but...she is my mother," he protested.

"And I am not?"she asked in mock disappointment. "Do you not think of me as your mother?"

"I mean... I do. Yes! Of course, I do."

"Call me like you would call your mother," she whispered, her eyes glazing over.

"Ma," he whispered.

She swallowed. "Again,"she said, insistent.

"Ma!"

She liked hearing him say it. He whispered it again and again on her request. He took hold of her hand and they went together to the tea stall.

He looked at the chaiwala and said, "Ma, would you like some tea? Bhaiyya, please give mother your special tea."

Neerja aunty squeezed his hands, hearing him acknowledge her in public like that. They sat side by side on a thin wooden bench, their bodies pressing close. Asserting their relationship filled him with confidence. It was clear that Neerja aunty liked him very much.

"Debdas, can you imagine you and your mother in our hot tub?" she whispered.

Debdas walked unsteadily, eyes unfocussed. As the crowds walked around them, he allowed himself to picture his mother in the bath. He imagined her naked body with her small breasts and buttocks. Would she allow him to lie back on her like Neerja aunty had? Could he gather the courage to soap and clean her feet? Would they soap up together? After their bath, would they sit their naked selves in the verandah to dry off?

His nunu strained against the soft fabric of the panty. Aunty got up and so did he.He felt the back of her hand brush against his sensitive, straining nunu ostensibly by accident. He gasped as he felt a jolt pass up from the tip to his head along the spine.

"Let us get on the ferris wheel beta," she said.

"Okay, Ma"

They sat together, shoulder to shoulder in one of the tubs. He had never been on one before and as the tub went all the way up, he tensed and held on tightly to the steel bar. Aunty gaily laughed and enjoyed herself, pointing out the sights from up high. She was able to point out their compound and the forest surrounding it. Debdas saw that there was a little body of water deep inside.

"That's my special private place," she explained. "I'll take you there, one day."

He looked forward to it. After they clambered down from the contraption, they walked hand in hand exploring the stores. As the sunlight started to fade, they went searching for the mechanic and the repaired car. She paid off the mechanic and Aunty drove them back. After she had unpacked the new purchases, she called Debdas to their bedroom.

There was a pile of her underwear on the bed.

"You can choose which panties make you comfortable, Debdas," said Neerja aunty.

Debdas was flustered. There were around a dozen pieces in various colours. All were of the simple, functional variety. He had seen similar varieties in his mother's balcony where she hung her delicates.

"Here," try it on," she said, handing him a bunch. "See which ones are comfortable."

Despite their newly found closeness, he did not feel like taking off his clothes in front of her.

"Come on, beta," said Neerja. "Don't be shy. Am I not your mother?"

"B-But.."

"No buts. I will turn around and you can start trying it out one by one. Separate the ones you like."

She turned around and held her stance, looking straight ahead into the garden through the window. Debdas felt like rushing and hugging her from behind. He wanted to feel her softness and the warmth of her body. The curves of her buttocks were inviting him. He controlled himself and felt a thrill as he stripped down.

His nunu stood hard and pointed forward straight at her backside. Oh, how he wanted to thrust it between her buttocks. He tried the panties one by one as Aunty encouraged him. He discarded the ones that were too tight. He preferred the ones that had stretchy material that would allow his hard nunu comfort when it became hard.

"Let me get the ones from the hamper, "said Neerja aunty. She walked to the corner and took out a couple of recently discarded panties. She closed her eyes tight.

"I am not looking beta. Here, try these as well."

She extended her hands out with the offerings and Debdas took it. She resumed her position by the window, back turned to him. Debdas slyly took a sniff. The heady odour almost made him spin. He gathered himself and tried them on, one after another.

"Are you done beta? Can I turn around?' she asked.

"Yes, aunty," he said.

She looked disappointed seeing him back in his pants. He had selected five of the pieces.

"If you need more, don't hesitate to ask, beta," she said.

Dinner was difficult for him due to his constant erection that pressed against the soft material of her panty. After retiring to bed, he stayed awake for a while. He decided to get out of his room and read a book.

In the corridor, he heard noises from the master bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks. Aunty and Uncle were going at it again. Unlike the earlier times, the noises were louder. He heard the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. He heard aunty moan loudly. Debdas put his ears close to the door, trembling with excitement.

Aunty and Uncle continued their lovemaking for around twenty more minutes. At the climax, Aunty cried out in pleasure. This was the signal for Debdas to scurry back to his room.

The next day, Debdas woke up early. He planned to accompany Aunty on her walk. To his surprise, Aunty and Uncle woke up very late.

"I am sorry beta," she explained, in between yawns. "I slept late last night. Got very tired."

He knew why she was tired. Uncle walked out in a tee shirt and shorts. He seemed to have gotten younger. Aunty and Uncle had a quick breakfast before they began walking around in the garden. Later they all sat down in the veranda and put their feet up on the table.

"We are glad you came to stay with us Debdas," said Aunty. "Aren't we, dear?"

"Yes, we are," agreed Uncle.

"It feels like we are young again and full of energy. So much happier," said aunty.

"We feel so active," agreed Uncle.

Debdas mumbled his thanks in turn. They sat together in agreeable silence until the clouds parted and the sun came out.

"Dear, I think you should sun bathe. It is good for vitamin D and good for your bones."

"I agree," said Uncle.

He went out into the garden and took off his clothes. Uncle lay down on the grass, in the nude. He covered his eyes with his tee shirt, leaving the rest of his pale body bare. Under the pleasant skies, Uncle dozed off. Debdas couldn't help but notice his flaccid nunu. It fell to one side, over his scrunched up testicles. He averted his eyes.

"Debdas, do you want to sun bathe?" asked Aunty, a light smile playing on his lips

"No, no, I am fine."

He was not going to lie naked next to Uncle, come what may. Besides, his flagpole would rise all the way up.

"Would you like to get some sleep?" she asked.

Debdas decided to sleep in his room. As he lay down, he decided to look out into the garden. From his room, he could only catch a glimpse of Uncle. Aunty was lying next to him. Her hands were around his groin area stroking. He was shocked. Aunty had sent him away so that she could play with Uncle. He knelt down by the window, strained his neck and tried to catch a glimpse of the act itself but alas, Uncle rolled away out of sight. He crept out into the dining room, crouching. From far away and through the veranda, he saw them.

Uncle was lying on his back, his head on the grass. Aunty lay next to him with her head around his midriff. Her hand was continuing to stroke Uncle rhythmically. Since he was only able to see them from behind, he couldn't get a clear view. Her head moved down and she started moving it rhythmically up and down. She was fellating him out in the open.

Uncle finished soon. Debdas thought that he might reciprocate her act of love but instead they lay together, sleeping, arm in arm. Debdas retired to his room. He woke up in time for lunch. In the afternoon, he helped Aunty clean up the table and the kitchen.

Sarmistha aunty peered inside his room early that evening. Debdas was in the nude, changing out of his clothes before his bath. As usual, he was in a state of fervid arousal and battling his inner impulses.

"I have noticed that beta," she said with a smile.

Debdas turned around in alarm and shielded himself with his hands.

"But it is a perfectly natural reaction, beta. When I see a handsome developing boy like you get all excited, it fills me with joy. I am getting old and it is good to know that someone is still reacting like that."

Debdas nodded

"Come here, and give me hug," she said.

He stood rooted to the spot. Aunty came close and enveloped him in her warmth.

"Remove your hands from there and hug me back," she said.

His erection pressed against her body as he released it.

"Oh, beta," she murmured in his ear.

"Ma!" he moaned.

He felt her grip tighten. She sighed deeply and he felt her thigh push against his erection.

"Ma!" he moaned again.

They stayed locked in an embrace, gently pushing against each other, their pleasure rising. Until they heard Uncle calling from the living room.

"Neerja! We have guests."

They broke off their embrace hurriedly and Debdas put on his clothes.

Unexpected guests had dropped in. A car was honking outside the gates. It was another couple who lived a few miles away. Debdas assisted Uncle in opening the gates. Inside, pleasantries were exchanged. The couple had come to give an invitation to a wedding. Debdas was introduced to them. The two men retired to Uncle's study to have a whiskey while the two women went into the kitchen. Having nothing to do, Debdas walked around the grounds until it was time for dinner.

He helped to set out the plates and bring out the food. After dinner, the guests left and Debdas drew the gates shut and put on the locks. Uncle switched off the lights and went to bed. Aunty was waiting for him in his room.

"So beta, before the pesky guests came, we were..." She broke off and hugged him.

"Beta..." she whispered. "Hold me close."

They embraced tightly.

"Ma..."

"I want to feel you..." she murmured in his ear.

He dropped his pants to his feet and she helped him take off his shirt. He hugged her, pressing his naked skin against her soft warmth. His erection strained in the soft panty he was wearing. He felt her spread her legs apart and push her crotch against his tip.

She sighed and began slowly moving back and forth while they stood. It was imperceptible at first. Debdas responded by thrusting against her gently. He heard her sigh and hug him tighter. Time stood still as he lost himself in the intimacy of her embrace. His front was bathed by her heat while his back was exposed to the cold night air.

He felt his love rising inexorably. Her sighs became louder. Only a few layer soft thin fabric separated them. He felt Aunty's body tense and her movements suddenly stop. His body responded and he felt himself burst forth. His legs collapsed from underneath him and he felt aunty hold him up as he regained his strength.

"Oh beta..." she said, her hands stroking his hair.

He saw sweat on her neck. She exhaled hard. She supported him and they walked to the bed. He felt his underwear all sticky.

"Debdas, beta, take off your dirty underwear."

"S-sorry, aunty," he apologized for dirtying her underwear.

"Don't worry. Keep it aside. I will wash it tomorrow."

She laid him on the bed and stood looking at him. There was tenderness in her eyes. Debdas pulled down the panty and placed it on the floor. He was drained. His flaccid penis lolled on its side.

"Goodnight, Debdas," she said, switching off the lights. "Tomorrow I expect you to show me how brave you are."