The long flight back to Dallas gave Divya some much needed time to think and sort out her priorities. She promised herself to not continue the behavior that she had indulged in. She would be the dutiful daughter-in-law, ideal wife, and forget whatever happened like a bad dream. She knew that Mehra still had a hold over her, but she thought if he was the only problem, she could deal with it.
Divya was welcomed into her new home with a lot of pomp and splendor. Her in-laws lived in a quasi-joint family type setting. All family members had apartments in the same building. Now that Mayank was married, he was given his own apartment a floor above his parents. A couple of his uncles also lived in the same building as did some of his cousins. His two sisters lived in California but had their own apartments in the building.
Mayank had to help his father with the deal so that kept him busy for the next few days. He first had to fly to Seattle and spend a week there. Since he would be really busy, he decided not to take Divya with him. So Divya spent the time with her mother-in-law being shown the areas around Dallas and generally figuring out how things worked.
Divya liked America. She loved the wide smooth roads, the infrastructure and the generally friendly and helpful people. She also liked that her in-laws, while traditional, were not as controlling as her parents were. She was expected to help out with chores around the house and spend time with family, but was pretty much left alone to do what she wanted at other times.
Divya could not drive. So the job of driving her around had been given to Jose, a middle aged Mexican man who worked as a driver in the family business. Usually his job was ferrying clients and executives, but if Divya needed to go somewhere, all she had to do was call Jose.
Jose was a short portly man in his 40s and had been working for the family for almost ten years. He had seen Mayank grow up, so was very surprised that geeky Mayank landed such a beautiful wife. He put it down to the arranged marriage custom. When he first saw Divya, he was surprised. Mainly because he noticed how big her boobs were and how round her ass was even through her sari. He thought her voluptuous physique matched more with latinas than Indians.
When he was given the duty of driving her around, he was happy. He would get to see her pretty face in the rear view mirror and that made his tough job easier. Divya on her part noticed that Jose, who was very friendly and chatty, often checked her out. But she didn't think too much about it. Since returning from the Caribbean, she had been keeping her own promise and had led a straight housewife's life. Isaac and Chad and Kelly had turned into distant memories.
Once Divya had to go the Indian grocery store to get some spices needed to make one of her mother's special recipes. She called Jose who came over in 20 minutes. As they drove to the grocery store, Divya said,
"I am sorry I have to keep bothering you, Jose."
"It's no bother, mam." Jose said, looking in the rear view mirror and smiling.
"That's nice of you to say, but your job is to help out with the business not take care of my personal needs."
Divya meant her personal driving needs of course, But Jose could not resist a double meaning reply.
"I will be happy to satisfy any of your personal needs, mam." And then he gave her a wide grin.
Divya suddenly realized the implication and blushed. They drove in an awkward silence for a couple of minutes.
"I have no problem driving you around. But if you want, you can learn driving and so you'll be independent." Jose finally said.
It's something Divya had been thinking about herself and had even talked to Mayank about. He agreed that it was important for a woman to know how to drive when living in Texas. He promised to teach her when he got a little free from work.
"Yes, Mayank is going to teach me. He's just a little busy these days." she said.
"If you want, I can teach you." Jose said, excited at the opportunity to get to spend some more time with this beautiful woman, especially with her in the front seat with him instead of the back seat as usual.
"Oh, I don't want to trouble you further." Divya said.
"It's no trouble."
"Maybe. I'll think about it."
They finally reached the grocery store. Jose parked the car and walked in with Divya. He was a very chatty guy. As Divya walked around with a cart in her hand, Jose kept talking about how Indian food was similar to Mexican food.
"...we use tomato, onion, garlic, chilies, beans, rice, and lots of spices. And our tortilla is like your roti. That's why Mexicans and Indians have similar skin color."
"Yes, I noticed that after coming here. We don't have any Mexicans in India." Divya said.
"If you want, I can show you all about what Mexicans are like." Jose said, again very meaningfully.
Divya shifted uncomfortably and walked ahead. Jose kicked himself mentally. The thing is, all these years, Jose had never even looked wrong at any of the women from the Indian family. He thought of them as a nice kind group of people that had rewarded his loyalty for years. With Divya, he had no idea why he kept saying such things. He was really taken in by her beauty. He couldn't control himself. But he should, he told himself. He should not be inappropriate with the family's new daughter in law.
Divya herself was feeling very strange. She had always dismissed Jose's glances and attention as either typical American friendliness or then just the male tendency to check out women. But recently, he had been saying many suggestive things. What was worse was that Divya felt a part of her actually appreciating his flirtations. She had recently gotten used to male attention in a big way. But after the honeymoon ended, Mayank had left her and gone to Seattle. That was a week ago. She had not had sex since that long night spent with Chad and Kelly. She had even avoided masturbation out of guilt. And as a result, her sexual appetite was getting built up and ticking like a time bomb.
Jose followed Divya a couple of steps behind as she filled up the cart. Then she stopped in front of one shelf and looked around. She kept searching for a while.
"What are you looking for, mam?" Jose asked.
"This thing called ajwain." Divya said, scanning the shelf.
"How is it spelled?"
"A-j-w-a-i-n."
"Oh, there it is, mam!" Jose spotted it. It was at chest level just a little past where Divya was standing. He reached over with his hand. As he did, his arm brushed against her breast.
Jose froze, terrified, his arm still touching her ample breast over her sari and blouse. He had just admonished himself to stop flirting with the young woman and risk his job. It had been a genuine accident, rubbing her breast, not something done on purpose. Divya's breasts were so large that they did tend to get in the way.
Divya froze instantly because she felt the touch and even worse, felt an explosion of goosebumps all over her body. After being fucked like a garden variety whore on that trip by three men and one woman, Divya had been deprived of any sort of touch. Now even a touch from this short middle-aged ugly man was making her heart race.
Jose recovered his senses enough to pull his hand away. He handed the packet of ajwain to Divya, who took it and placed it in the cart. That's when Jose noticed that Divya had goosebumps on her arm. Her face was flushed, and she was staring downwards. He realized that Divya's body had actually enjoyed his touch. This set the devilish part of his mind ticking.
