There is a beauty in monotony, especially after a very wild ride. Monotony is like a lighthouse in the rough seas, that gives us hope that there is a shore, there is normalcy. The rhythmic humming of the ceiling fan gave Geetha this comfort. Tired, anxious, and without a cloth covering her modesty turned to her right side, her naked mother-in-law fast asleep next to her reminded her of the storm. She felt an unique sense of happiness, her controlling MIL had been reduced to a slut before her eyes. The way she enjoyed those men was a feat of wonder for Geetha. She studied her naked MILs figure, not bad she said to herself.
For comparison she turned to her right, and peaked over the edge of her bed, her maid Jyothi was lying on her stomach over a long sofa cushion, her pillow the sofa backrest. Her long oiled hair was a mess, her hairy cleavage of the ass completely exposed, her sleeping expression one of perfect satisfaction. Now Geetha woke up straight and looked at the full length mirror adorning the cupboard, she was seeing a reflection of herself, at 25 she was an adulterer, a slut, but most important of all, the mirror had spoken, she was the fairest of them all. A wry smile lit her face as she fondled her breasts with her hands. She got up and hobbled to the hall, walking was not an option for the state she was in. her top was there carelessly strewn with the saree of her MIL and maid and all their ensemble of garments. she plopped herself on the sofa still naked and spared a thought to what happened.
One thing that worried her was how her assailants actually enjoyed Jyothi more than her. Sure, they had their way with her, but it was special with Jyothi. May be it was the way Jyothi was responding to their touches that made them actually enjoy her. Geetha was very tall, like 5.ft. 10 in. tall. Her husband Kumar was just around 5 ft. 6 in. He used to be embarrassed to go out with her due to his outdated chivalry that men should be taller than their wives. Tall, lithe, and ext0 these are the words that would describer herself the best Geetha thought. She was quite thin and had only an B cup breasts and a 34 chest.
Her train of thought was disturbed by Jyothi who had entered the hall, one had covering her breasts the other her womanhood. she looked at Geetha and shyly bowed her head, hunted for her panty and bra and started dressing up. Geetha observed her, she was dark, not dusky, dark. she was short at around 5 ft. 2 in. What she lost in height, she made up in plumpness. In her mid-30s around 35 she had her belly hanging out slightly, her love handles curling up on her sides as she bent, her ass large but not well shaped. Her breasts were a different story all together 30 DD bra size and well rounded. Jyothi finished dressing and wordlessly collected the other clothes and put it in the laundry basket, the sheepishly informed Geetha she will be back in a couple of hours and left the house.
Geetha was alone with her MIL Padmaja. Padmaja was in her late 40s around 48. A hard life had taken a toll on her body. Her thighs were thunderous, and it made her unkempt bush look small. her belly was hanging out in front but not in a gross way. Her breasts mature, large: 36DD, stretched and beginning to sag. Her areolas were some of the largest Geetha had ever seen. Her hair rough and slightly curly, but dense and greying. Her face though showed grace, grace that only comes to a lady who was beautiful in her youth. As Geetha opened the wardrobe to get a new dress, her MIL woke up. Her 5ft. 5in. frame was wrapped in a bedsheet as she silently and without eye contact left the room towards her own. Geetha observed her leave but did not say a thing.
After dressing up in a floral nighty Geetha went to make some coffee. She made two coffees and went to her MILs room. She knocked on the door, her MIL smiled ever so slightly at her, looked at her briefly and looked away. Now dressed in a red saree, she gestured Geetha to place the coffee on the dresser. Geetha did so and left wordlessly. Padmaja closed the door and smiled thinking of last night.
Geetha sat on the sofa without a cushion and sipped her coffee and started to re-create the chronology of events that led to her sitting on the sofa. Geetha lived in a three story house in an upcoming residential area. Her husband Kumar built the three story house so that they could live on the top floor while the other floors could be rented out. A new company had set up offices nearby and 2 bachelors, who worked there, by the name of Dhiren and Ronit had rented the 2nd floor apartment.
From the first day they finalized the rent and the agreement, Dhiren could not take his eyes of Geetha, he would stare at her at every opportune moment. These moments were more frequent recently as Kumar used to take frequent trips for business outside the country. One day there was no power for hours and Dhiren called Kumar to complain, as Kumar was not in town, he asked him to enquire at his house, if they had reached out to the power company. Dhiren thanked him, ran the stairs and rung the bell. His prayer was to get a glimpse of Geetha. The universe answered him, Geetha opened the door, she stood before him in all her beauty. Her tall figure outlined by sunlight pouring in the background. Her deep green dress accentuating her fair skin, her hair wrapped in a towel. Dhiren was left gaping, and did not spare the opportunity to stare at her shapely waist. Geetha learned about the lack of electricity and turned around to go inside and make a phone call to the electrician. Dhiren could not control himself and grabbed her hand. his grasp tentative. Geetha wrenched her hand free, and gave Dhiren a stone cold glare. This got him to his senses, and he sheepishly left.
Ronit would frequently go to the terrace to talk on his phone. He liked the breeze and the sunshine and the privacy it offered. One day, Padmaja came to the terrace to hang dry clothes on the clothes line. Ronit who was busy on the phone, was disturbed by the sound of her jerking the moisture off the clothes. He looked at Padmaja and something savage clicked in his brain, he wanted her. Not for any extra ordinary beauty or for a scintillating figure, but within him an animal desire of attraction thrust forward. He stared at her for a while. As he walked around the terrace, pretending to be on his phone, he studied her body. For a woman with greying hair, she had a really good body. When she bent over to pick up clothes from a bucket, he studied her backside, ample but losing shape was his conclusion. Unknown to him, he drifted towards her. He was within touching distance of her, when she was startled by his silent approach and turned around. Seeing her startled, Ronit returned to his conscious self, apologized to her and left. His heart still thumping as he was heading down the stairs. A faint smile adorned Padmaja's lips, perhaps.
Dhiren and Ronit's apartment was serviced by Jyothi. She cleaned their apartment and did their dishes. Ronit frequently had one of their friends Sunil come over, he used to crash at their place and clean out their fridge and any liquor that was left. Sunil did not have a career, and was freelancing between different agencies. One day Sunil was sleeping in the Dhiren's room, it was well into the morning and he felt warm. He woke up to discover Jyothi sweeping the floor. His observed her body, her waist was glistening in her sweat, her love handles folded over to complement her voluptuous body. Well Good morning Sunil thought to himself and walked over to the bathroom. By the time he completed his chores and opened the door, Jyothi's was mopping his bedroom floor on all fours, his view, cleavage that gave. Jyothi saw this and quickly adjusted her saree denying Sunil of the view. This would happen a few days, every time Sunil visited he would pick the same spot to view Jyothi's cleavage, after a few days, Jyothi gave up adjusting her saree. And unknown to Sunil a strange twitch would come over her clit when she knew he was watching her.
On the eventful day, dark clouds started gathering over the sky. A hint of pre-rain Petrichor filled the air, Dhiren, Ronit and Sunil gathered in their apartment with a bottle of Rum. A couple of round into their drinks, it started to rain. 3 rounds in, it was a thunderstorm and the lights went out. Dhiren was irate, he had a long day and just wanted to consume his booze and sleep. He looked out of the window to notice that light had gone out only in this apartment building. He smiled a bit, he was going to talk to Geetha. He asked Ronit to come along and hold a flashlight as he ascended up the stairs.
He rang the bell and to his joy Geetha came out of the darkness with her phone's flash light on. Dressed in a green top and harem pants, she looked flawless. Her expression had not been affected by the earlier incident. He told her that the current had gone only in this building. Geetha replied she was aware of it, and hand called the electrician, but most probably it was just a fault in the line and would get rectified itself. If not, the electrician would come after the storm passes. During this conversation a bright streak of lightning illuminated Geetha's physique. The booze, the weather, the physique was enough to awaken his inner beast. He again grabbed her hand, this time she could not wrench it free.
