If you have ever travelled in train in India, you'd know that the train routes often have bad cellular network. So having sent the message to Neha about how I had fucked her mother Kavita, I was off the grid for several hours. During this time, I felt bad for having sent Neha the pictures. It wasn't me, I told myself. I opened my Instagram and tried to delete the messages which were still marked unread, but the internet connection was not on my side. When I finally re-entered civilization, a bunch of notifications popped up - mostly on Instagram.
Neha had read my message and had threatened to take legal action against me - for distributing her mother's private photographs without her consent. I immediately regretted my rash action. Once again in my life, I had managed to burn bridges. Neha was pissed because I slept with her mum. Kavita will be pissed because I used our hookup to get back at her daughter and shared the pictures without asking her. I was fucked.
As soon as I got off the train, I tried to call Kavita but I couldn't reach her. I peevishly called Neha after that. She didn't sound as pissed as I thought she would.
"You seem to be really pleased with yourself." She retorted as soon as she received the call.
"Neha, I am sorry. I shouldn't have sent the pictures to you. It was in bad taste. What happened between your mum and me was not planned. I wasn't trying to get back at you or anything. I realized it as soon as I sent the message that I shouldn't have."
"Hmmm," Neha replied, sounding pensive. "Not as much of an accident as you're led to believe."
I was confused. What did she mean by that? I asked her. Neha told me that she believed her mother had seduced me to make her jealous.
"She has always had this strangely competitive relationship with me", Neha exclaimed, "It is unnatural. That is why we have not been on talking terms for a while now. Then she goes and does this. And you," she continued, now shifting her attention to me, "How could you fuck that old hag? She is in her sixties for God's sake! Are you that strapped for sex?"
I didn't know how to respond.
Neha continued: "From the pictures, it looks like you had fun though. You know what -- you wanted to make me jealous by sharing the pictures? That's not gonna happen. Why don't you tell me how it all happened. Spare no details."
I was not sure if she was being serious or sarcastic. She then insisted that I recount how Kavita and I hooked up. So, I did. She listened quietly, occasionally asking me for more details.
When I finished telling her everything, she sighed and said, "This is too much. I am hanging up now---" And she was gone.
Seconds later, my phone started dinging with notifications. Neha had sent me something. I opened the chat and was met with around ten photos -- nudes. Neha had sent me nudes of herself -- in various angles, leaving nothing to the imagination. She had put on weight. Her breasts were bigger and so was her hip, her pussy was fatter and clean shaved. There was one picture of her bent over, spreading her ass -- her crack was dark, and her hole was puckered.
Following this, she texted: "I can't believe you chose that old hag's pussy over mine."
"Not like I had access to your pussy," I texted back. "Moreover, these pictures were clicked for someone else."
"So what?" Neha replied. "Don't you like them?"
"They are very nice. But I am a stranger to them."
"Should we change that?"
"I thought you have a boyfriend."
"And you have dipped your cock in my mother's pussy. So what?"
"And her mouth and ass." I replied. I was a little horny by this point, but what I said seemed to make Neha angry and she stopped responding. I looked at her pictures along with the pictures of Kavita's pussy and ass and masturbated. I came like a jet spray in minutes.
The following week, I received a legal notice where the petitioner was named as Kavita. It was a notice of intent to sue. I realized that Neha had told her mother about the pictures. I consulted my lawyer. He told me that it wasn't really a big deal. He said that people send notices like this when they are looking to settle the matter out of court. He suggested that I should pay up some money and bury the matter. So, I called Kavita. She was surprised to hear from me.
"I didn't think you'd call," Kavita said, "I thought I had scared you off."
I asked her about the notice, and she knew nothing about it. I realized then that Neha had had the notice sent to her. I told her all that had transpired after I left my hometown after fucking her. She was intrigued. When I apologized to her, she laughed. She told me she wasn't a prude. She said she had imagined I'd do something like that, especially because of the way Neha had ended it in the past. She told me I didn't need to worry as she had no intention to sue me about anything. She promised that she would talk to Neha about it.
A week or so later, Kavita called me up and asked me if I could visit her in person the following weekend. She told me she had discussed it with Neha and had asked her to come too so that we could all sit and just talk it out so that there are no hard feelings. I agreed. I booked the tickets and left for my hometown on Friday.
I could barely sleep that night. The idea of seeing Neha again was making me restless. I had really loved that girl. There had been women after her, but she had been the yardstick by which I judged all her successors and they all fell short. How do I explain this? She wasn't a beauty queen or anything, but she was a smart woman, we could have amazing conversations where the topic didn't matter. We could talk to each other for hours. It was something I had never found in anyone else. With most other women, I'd get bored of talking quite quickly.
In fact, Neha had shaped my taste in women -- she was the reason I liked them a little plump. Skinny women just didn't do it for me. I guess Kavita also had some hand to play in that but the emotional stuff I shared was only for Neha. I was shattered when she had dumped me. Her voice still made my heartbeat faster.
When I walked up to Kavita's house early Saturday morning, I was nervous to see Neha again. Kavita answered the door when I rang the bell. She was wearing a maroon nightie. I stepped inside and closed the door after me.
"Where's Neha?" I asked a moment later.
"Oh, she's being a brat -- staying at her uncle's place rather than with her mother," Kavita replied.
You slept with her ex-boyfriend after all, I thought to myself -- but I didn't say it out loud.
"She will be here any minute now," Kavita said, "I had told her you'd be coming."
I wondered if I should excuse myself and come in later. I was suddenly a little awkward around Kavita -- we had fucked like bunnies the last time I was here, but it all seemed like ages ago, even though it hadn't been that long.
"Can you help me out with something?" Kavita asked, bringing back memories of how she lured me into the room.
She turned around and raised her nightie to expose her ass.
"This is stuck there," she said, bending forward with her hands on the dining table to expose the head of a double-sided black dildo sticking out of her ass.
