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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
[Continued from Part 2]
‘Koo-Koo, Koo-Koo, Koo-Koo, Koo-Koo’ we heard the wall-clock bird singing twelve times to indicate it was midnight.
Suddenly, she took out the boob I was sucking from her mouth and sprang to sit.
“Oh my God….! Jai….it is midnight. I wonder how quickly the time had gone! I must go now. I am sorry dear…” she said with a note of alarm in her voice.
“It’s alright darling. Though I would wish you stay here tonight, but no, it is not advisable” I agreed.
She took her clothes to dress up. Before she wore the panties, I took the cover in which she had brought the money to me, from my T-shirt pocket. I rubbed the cover on her nude pussy.
“What are you doing, Jai?” she asked in amusement.
“This cover had remained in your cleavage and had become wet. Now, I am rubbing it in your pussy to get it soaked with your pussy juices. I shall kiss and lick it every morning and night assuming I am doing it to your boobs and pussy” I said happily.
“Hahaha…you are really crazy, Jai” she said in amusement.
She had dressed up and was ready to go. “Should I accompany you to your floor and flat?” I enquired.
“No, Jai. That would be dangerous. I won’t use the lift, rather climb up the stairs” she said.
We kissed each other before she left my house.
After a week, as I had asked her earlier, she informed me her mother-in-law had gone out. I went straight to her flat from my office, carrying some electronic gadgets in a bag. She welcomed me in. She directed me straight to her mother-in-law’s bedroom. I inspected the room thoroughly. There was a double-cot bed, two steel almirahs, one dressing table, air-conditioner and other furniture and fittings. My eagle eyes were searching for a suitable place to hide a small sophisticated video web camera with zoom that could work in dim light, smaller than a usual webcam, which could transmit the recordings to a remote PC or Laptop computer through advanced bluetooth technology. Lastly, I could find a place almost concealed in the corner of a window pelmet facing the bed.
I hid the camera at that spot and switched off the lights. Then we went to Isha’s bedroom. She gave me her Laptop through which she chatted with her husband through internet and webcam. I started the Laptop and loaded the required programme drivers of my gadgets into the laptop. Then I activated the web camera. Suddenly the interiors of her mother-in-law’s room with the cot came clearly on the monitor screen. Asking Isha to watch clearly, I ran to the other bedroom, lay on the bed and made some movements and sounds. Then I came back to her.
“Jai, I could see you and also hear your sounds clearly!” she exclaimed.
“Come with me” I pulled her to the other bedroom.
I lay on the bed on my back. As directed by me, she sat on my body near my crotch and made some movements similar to fucking riding on me. We also talked to each other. After a minute, we went back to her room. I stopped the camera through remote switch and played the recordings back.
“My goodness! It is fantastic, marvelous, really astonishing!” Isha said excitedly catching her breath seeing the recording of our laying on the bed and her making fucking movements. We could distinctly hear our conversation too.
Later, I taught her how to operate it by herself. We took another trial and it was also successful. She kept the gadgets in her almirah. I gave her several other guidance, advice and instructions when to start operating the camera and when to stop. I did not spend much time with her and I came back to my house.
I was all ready and had nothing else to do till her mother-in-law called me to screw her.
Finally, she invited me for the same after nineteen days. I had no idea if she had planned anything smart with the uncle-in-law to safeguard herself or to double-cross me. It did not matter much to me if she did so.
Any way, on the appointed day which was a Saturday night, at half-past ten, I went to their flat carrying a small suitcase with a tag of an airline to show I had reached the city airport from another place. This time, Harini, the mother-in-law opened the door for me with a broad smile of welcome. We greeted each other, went to the drawing room and sat on the sofas. She wore a transparent printed azure nightgown. She seemed to have visited a beauty-parlour earlier to enhance her facial attraction and appearance!
“I hope you are sure and equipped with all evidences to drive that slut out” she asked me in a hushed voice.
“Sure. You can do so if you want it right now” I said with a grin of assurance.
“No…I want my son to do that” she said with a smile of contentment.
“It will come through any time you wish after this night” I replied.
We talked for another ten minutes. Though I had not seen Isha I knew she must have known I had arrived from the calling bell and according to our planning.
“Ishaaaaaaaaa” Harini called out loudly.
I gave full marks to Isha when she came into the room and gave a casual glance at me not showing any recognition.
“Isha, this Mr. Jai, my solicitor from Delhi. He was the closest friend of your father-in-law” she paused and went on “More than an advocate or solicitor, he is my principal adviser in all our property matters, investments and litigations. Besides, he is a criminal lawyer too” she introduced me to Isha. Then, turning to me she said “Jai, she is our daughter-in-law”.
I and Isha exchanged greetings after the introduction.
“Isha, I had called Jai for some consultations. He would be staying here tonight. Please take him to our guest’s room” Harini told Isha.
“Please come with me, Sir” Isha invited me.
I went with her. We entered their guest room.
“Is everything moving on fine with you as per our plan?” I asked in a hushed voice.
“Yes. No problem and nothing to worry” she replied with a smile.
“I will give you signal when I go to her room. Rest you do as I advised you. Okay?” I asked.
“Sure. I will” she said confidently.
Isha left the room. While I was changing my clothes to wear a T-shirt and lungi, suddenly Harini came near me. I was not having the slightly idea she was going to bang a big bomb right on the top of my head!
“Jai, I shall come to this room at half-past eleven. You can screw me here” what she told suddenly paralyzed me. I perspired suddenly and I found all my planning going busted! If I fucked her in this room, no recording was possible as the camera was hidden in her bedroom!
“No Harini. This room is not suitable. This is too small and there is only a single cot bed here. We shall do it in your bedroom” I cursed myself for telling this abruptly with a voice of concern!
“No, Jai. My bedroom is not safe” she said looking deep into my eyes.
I felt waves of chills run up my spine! Did she smell something rotten? Did she notice the hidden camera before? Was she enjoying some sadistic pleasures of thwarting our plans? Were my meticulous planning going to backfire and boomerang? Did she with her paramour outwit me? I felt myself like a trapped mouse in a cage!
“Harini, I make a lot of movements, rolling and turning sides while screwing a lady. I am sure it is not possible here. This cot is too small” I said lovingly to coax and cajole her.
Suddenly another idea came to my mind. I went behind her, hugged her tightly over her sagging breasts and asked “What makes you think your room is not safe?”
“You have to walk past that slut’s room to enter my room. I don’t want to give her any doubt or clue we are going to screw tonight” she said.
Suddenly I released a sigh of relief. What she told meant her concern only but carried no hint about the hidden camera.
“Why do you worry about that slut? Ask her to go to hell for all you care! She will be kicked out by your son very soon. For argument’s sake, even if she caught us red-handed in compromising position, she can’t do anything to convince your son. It is only her word against my irrefutable evidences against her! Don’t worry, darling” my words were very soothing and reassuring her and I kissed gently on her lips.
“Hmmmmm…okay….if you believe so” she said half-heartedly.
“Leave all your fears to me, darling” I said squeezing her right breast.
“Okay, in that case, I shall come here exactly at twelve midnight. The whore would be fast asleep by then. I shall take you to my room” she said.
“Suits me” I said while she turned to walk back to her room.
Removing my T-shirt, I lay on the bed brooding. Fucking a widow of fifty years old was not my cup of tea. But I have to do it anyway for the success of my planning. I wondered what Isha might be doing sitting in her bedroom!
I didn’t know when I slipped into a light sleep! “Jai, get up” I opened my eyes with a start when I found Harini shaking my body!
I stood up and accompanied her to her bedroom. I took care to walk behind her. When we went past Isha’s bedroom, I slightly coughed twice purposely.
Harini turned back and signaled me not to make any sound. I did so. Any way, I had already given signal to Isha I was going to her mother-in-law’s bedroom!
We entered her bedroom and she bolted the door. Then to my dismay, she switched off the light.
“Hey, keep the light on. It would be real fun to fuck looking at each other’s nude bodies” I said.
“No, the tart might get ideas if she sees any light in my room” she protested.
I pretended to look around inside the room. “Why do you worry unnecessarily, darling? There is no ventilator or opening in the wall or ceiling for her to notice any light from this room” I consoled to make her cool and relaxed.
The trick worked. She sat on the bed staring at me and my body. May be she thought I would be a better fucker than her brother-in-law! I think she decided to enjoy the night screwed by me! After all, she was getting two birds with one shot!
As I walked towards the bed near her, she removed the nightgown through her head and flung it away. I thought it was good she did it herself. The recording would show I was not forcing on her. Suddenly I caught my breath sharply. She was completely naked under the gown! Though she was not captivating or desiring, yet she looked sexy, particularly with her great boobs! She was a little plump. I regretted myself to have to carry her weight on me when I have to make her fuck riding on me for the success of my planning! Her boobs sagged to her stomach.
“Open your clothes” she asked me.
“Darling, I would love to get them removed by you” I said with a smile.
“We are old matured people, yet you behave like a young man” she taunted me while she pulled my lungi. She made me nude quickly. I found her staring at her innocent cock remained hung down like the neck of a dead broiled chicken.
“Love my manhood” I said her.
“Your penis is not alive” she said taking my dick in between her palms and churning it left and right.
‘How could my penis start erect seeing the unattractive body of an aged tart?’ I thought.
“Phew! It does not erect still with the treatment with my palms” she cursed and went on “I think I need to do with my mouth”.
“Yes, darling, a nice blowjob will do the trick” I said gleefully and said “Lay on your back”
While she lay on the bed, I climbed on the bed and moved towards her face. I lowered my body and guided the head of my penis into her open mouth. Her mouth accepted by gift, took it inside and covered with her mouth. Soon, she started to suck it. Blowjob is always pleasurable to a man, whether done by a young girl or an old lady. My dick responded to her sucking and it erected soon. She was in no mood to suck beyond the objective of getting the cock erected. Once she saw it grew fully, she took it out and asked me to insert it into her pussy. May be her selfishness to serve her sole purpose of grabbing the whole properties was taking predominance to her quenching her carnal thirsts.
I watched her spreading her legs and thighs to give entry to my penis. Her pussy was very big but I observed it was loose and a little flabby.
“You have not given birth to a single baby, yet your pussy is loose, darling?” I asked merrily knowing well our bed-scene and every word we uttered were being recorded at Isha’s Laptop.
“Do you want to fuck my pussy with your manhood or take your whole body inside me?” she asked sarcastically, obviously not amused with my comment.
“Never mind it darling, but your brother-in-law seems to have a mammoth penis. He must have ploughed and mauled your pussy with his big cock leaving your pussy in this kind of mess” I retored with a grin.
“It is none of your business who fucked me. You piss off after screwing” she said curtly.
“Listen, I always like the lady riding on me. Come on, do it” I told her in a hushed voice.
She gave space to me to lay on my back. Then she sat near my crotch. She was very heavy indeed! Without wasting time, she caught my dick and guided it into her tunnel. Its entire length went inside and disappeared. Her tunnel was so big and wide my cock got no contact or touch with her inner walls. She started making thrusts with her pussy with forward and backward motions of her buttocks. It was strange, but she seemed to get pleasures as she rotated her head in ecstasy! I caught her hanging melons and squeezed them heavily.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaahhhhh” she moaned for the first time.
“Does it pain you, darling?” I asked purposely.
“Your penis is nothing compared to my brother-in-law’s big one! To admit shamelessly, my pussy could not accommodate the entire length of his big cock! And, what a wonderful screwing he did to me! With such a small penis you have, I wonder how you satisfy your wife!” she retorted. I was not amused with her reply but I was very happy that she did admit fucking with her brother-in-law which must have also been recorded.
She continued to fuck while I squeezed her boobs. Even after passing five minutes, she showed no sign of reaching climax.
“Darling, let us fuck in doggy position” I said.
She offloaded herself from my body and got out of the bed. Just like Isha did, by the time I went near her she was already bending over the bed thrusting her buttocks and pussy backward! I was happy to see she was facing the camera kept hidden at the corner of the window pelmet!
I went behind her. With her right hand held backward, she caught my penis and drove it inside her pussy. I bent and lay on her back and started to fuck her in doggy style. I held her hanging boobs and squeezed them massively.
“Aaaaahhhhhaaaaaooooooooooooo” she began to moan again.
This time, I fucked her very hard making brutal thrusts with my penis deep into her. I knew the length and breadth of my penis was not enough to grill her tunnel as the tip of my dick was not touching her cervix even after thrusting it upto its hilt. I did not bother much as it was a free gift to me anyway.
Once, I released my right hand and grabbed her hairs together and pulled them. Her head tilted backward and she cried in pain.
“Hey, you are hurting me pulling at my hairs this way” she growled.
I accelerated further and tried to plough her pussy as much as I could. To my delight, she continued to moan feverishly.
“Man, though your dick is smaller, you know to fuck hard. Good” she muttered.
“I know the art, darling” I replied with a laugh.
It was surprising, but within next two minutes, she attained orgasm with a loud moan. As she was about to slump to the cot, I too attained climax pumping my milk into her tunnel in spurts. Though the air-conditioner was blowing cool air, yet I perspired heavily.
She climbed on the bed and lay on her back. I too mounted on the cot and lay by her side. Suddenly, she moved up over my body and kept her big boobs on to my mouth.
“Suck them for a while. They are itching inside” she said.
I took her left breast and nipple into my mouth and sucked it hard while I squeezed her right boob heavily.
“Ummmmmm…..feels good” she said.
After a couple of minutes, I changed to suck her free boob which I was squeezing. I continued sucking it for a longer time as she seemed to enjoy sucking her tits.
Later, she moved up and pressed her mouth on mine in a deep penetrating kiss. I hugged her body with my hands tightly. She inserted her tongue into my mouth and probed everywhere. I grabbed her tongue and sucked it hard. Later, she sucked my tongue too.
“Are you happy, man?” she asked.
“Very much” I replied.
“Then fuck off to your room. Let me get some sleep” she told.
“Can’t I sleep with you here?” I asked her.
“No. It is dangerous. That slut might spot us together if we went into deep sleep” she warned.
‘Any way, my purpose was served’ I thought. Then, as a signal, I coughed twice. Then I came off the bed and dressed up. She too came out of the bed and kissed me once.
“Don’t forget to keep your word to drive that tart out, Jai” she reminded me.
“Sure not. You have my word for it” I said smiling to myself to realize it was not Isha but the tart standing in front of me who was going to be driven out!
We exchanged goodnight wishes and I went back to my room.
Isha brought the morning tea to me.
“Did everything go on fine and successfully as we planned and rehearsed?” I asked in a hushed voice.
“Sure. Great job done! Jai, yet I am not happy that you had to fuck that old cow” she said with indignation.
“I had to do it for your sake, darling” I said and tried to grab her to kiss.
She moved away warning me the mother-in-law was awake. Then she said “Thank you, Jai. I know, you did everything for my sake”.
After bath and breakfast, I went to my house.
After two days, she gave me her laptop and I made a computer file of the recordings after editing and removing some unwanted scenes.
Whoever had told good and bad time never come alone was correct. Luck was indeed on our side! Four days later, my company allotted a good quarter inside its own township about twentyfive kilometers away and I shifted to there. This solved my problem of likely chances of running into the mother-in-law in their same building. I changed the SIM card in my mobile so that the mother-in-law could never get to talk to me. Then there was another good news from Isha that as she was about to call her husband, a call came from him saying he would be reaching India after a fortnight and he would take his wife with him to London this time. She requested and strictly advised him not to inform his mother about his coming to give her a pleasant surprise!
There was nothing else for us to do except waiting for her husband to come. I never went to her house nor did she ever express any desire to be screwed by me again.
Two weeks later, I and Isha went to the airport to receive her husband in the early morning hours. She introduced me to her husband as her very good friend and well-wisher.
“Jai, this is Viany, my husband” she introduced him to me. I and Raj shook hands and expressed pleasure to know each other. Raj was a smart looking young man, a good match to Isha. They looked an ideal made for each other couple!
I took the wheel of my car and drove straight to my house. Sitting at the rear seat, Isha told Raj they would go to their own house after breakfast with me.
Reaching my house, Raj took bath and we all had breakfast together. Later, I bolted the front door and took the couple to my drawing room where I had arranged everything keeping my Laptop switched on.
“Mr. Raj, I am sorry, but I would request you to remain silent till I do a little talking” I started looking at him in the sofa and went on “And, I am equally sorry if I am going to inflict several shocks on you”.
Raj’s face showed amazement as he looked at me intently. I made a little speech of my acquaintance with his wife and her seeking my help to resolve some serious problems pertaining to her relationship with her in-laws but carefully avoiding some unwanted details like her abortion.
“Mr. Raj, her predicament was nothing new to me as I have heard about such or similar cases with others, to be precise with one of my relatives. I got in touch with the uncle of one of my friends who had been in military services. I had got the copy of your father’s military service book from Isha. I sent it to my contact. As good luck would have it, he knew your father very well, rather they were good friends having worked together for a few years. It took a little over a month to get complete details about your father and send them to me supported with documentary evidences”
I saw a puzzled expression on his face obviously wondering what this was all about or what his father’s service record has got to do anything with me!
I paused here and asked him “Mr. Raj, I am sorry, but please tell me how much you know about your father?”
“Hmmmm….what should I say? Is it not a little awkward to ask a son how much he knew of his father?” he asked with a smile but with the same expression of amazement.
“True. But I am referring about his past life and any important details in his life after your birth?” I asked.
My question visibly surprised him.
After a few seconds, she said “Look, Mr. Jai, I don’t think my father had neither a bad past nor any eventful life after my birth. So far I knew and heard of, he was a highly respected officer in his cadre impeccable for his discipline and character. I hope I had a happy childhood and upbringing by my parents. Truly speaking, everything was fine between the three of us if it was that what you meant. I had a good schooling and higher education but away from my parents in another city. Sadly, my father expired out of a massive heart attack when I had just completed my management studies. I could not tell him before I was in love with Isha hence we could not get his blessings when we married a couple of years after his death. Yes, my mother was not happy with me for marrying a girl of my own choice. But it was expected because of our orthodox family values and traditions. Isha might have told you about the strained relationship she had with my mother and uncle. I did not attach much significance to her complaints as you too might kenw these things usually happened between a young wife and her in-laws particularly when she had to live with them, separated from her husband for some unavoidable circumstances, in our case, because of the problem in getting her visa to London quickly. Any way, would you care to tell about the shocks you had mentioned about in the beginning?”
“Thank you, Mr. Raj. Okay, then I shall proceed. Please listen attentively. You can interrupt me for documentary evidence whenever you could not believe what I said”
I paused and continued “You were true in what you had just said or knew of your father. But you did not seem to know many other things about his personal life. At his age of 28 years, Late Hari, I mean your father had married Jaya, his neighbour girl. They were known since their childhood and naturally they fell in love. Unfortunately, Jaya’s parents died in a car accidentally. Though Hari wanted to marry her after one year as he was expecting a promotion in his service but did not wait as she had no other relative after the death of her parents, hence an orphan. They were a very happy couple as most of his friends and colleagues could well remember. Unfortunately, just after two years, Jaya died after delivering a male child. Anyone can imagine the sorrows and pathetic condition of Hari to look after a new-born baby! On advice from his friends, he engaged a nurse from the military hospital to look after the baby. Her name was Neelima. In fact, she was married but her husband had divorced her as she could not bear any child”. Extending a bunch of papers to Raj, I told “Here are the copies of her service record in the military hospital with her photograph on it. Please see and tell me if anything strikes your mind?”
I could clearly see him catching his breath with a note of astonishment when he looked at the photograph in her service record.
“Mr. Jai, this is the photograph of my mother Harini” he said without concealing his surprise.
“You are right, Mr. Raj” I said and went on “With the advice of your father’s friends and with the request of your father, Jaya resigned the job and started to live in his house to look after the baby on a full-time basis as, obviously, it was not possible to care a new-born baby on a part-time basis. However, after six months, Hari got a promotion and he was transferred with a posting in Assam. Unfortunately, there was no contact between Hari and his friends thereafter”
I paused to hand over Raj another set of papers and told “Here is the military service record of your father. You can find his wife’s name has been mentioned in it as Jaya”. Handing over an old photo of a couple, I told him “Here is the picture of Hari and his legally married wife Jaya”.
I could see Raj looking at the photograph intently. I knew for sure he was looking at the picture of Jaya who he knew now for sure was his real mother!
“Mr. Raj, Hari, let me call him your father now, till he died out of heart-attack five years after his retirement, there is no proof or evidence to suggest that he had married again, I mean the nurse Neelima or any other lady as the name of his original legally married Jaya continued to be in his service record. If he had really married Neelima, surely he must have informed the concerned authorities for corrections in the record particularly when Neelima lived with him for long eighteen years till he retired from service or twenty-three years till he died. Why he had had not done it and how Neelima became Harini are really puzzling. May be your father called her Harini almost similar to his own name Hari. Or, most likely, she assumed this name for herself to show her love for your father so that he would trust her more inasmuch as he would legalize their union into a marriage”
I found Raj listening to me intently with varied expressions on his face often changing.
I went on “I have reasons to believe Neelima knew the truth only when the military authorites refused to give his dues and benefits to her as there was no proof to suggest she was his legally married wife or widow. She became desperate. Since you knew nothing about these truths and developments, she continued to live here as your mother! Obviously with a view to inherit your father’s vast properties, she teamed up with your uncle. What Isha had told about the illicit relationship existing between your uncle and so-called mother was true and correct. Your uncle got the golden opportunity to fish in her troubled waters and he utilized it to his maximum benefit, should I say pleasures, and advantage. He was clever to see which side of the bread had the butter! The situation was very conducive as long as you were unmarried and had worked and lived away from them. Your love marriage with Isha made all the difference with their plans going topsy-turvy. So, they were bent upon creating a wedge between the two of you”
“Let me interrupt you, Mr. Jai, here. I am pained to know all these things and developments. But do you have any convincing proof to suggest my mother, okay let me call her my so-called mother, has any illicit relationship with my uncle as you claimed so? Isha had told me; but I could not believe it” he said.
“Sure, Mr.Raj. Now, you are not going to hear anything from me, but you are going to see everything with your own eyes and hear everything right from the mouth of your mother itself. But, yes, here you have got to excuse me for whatever role I had in this for obvious reasons” I said and opened the video file turning the monitor towards him.
By the time I played back the entire edited scenes with sound recordings of the bedroom scene with me and his mother, he hung his head in shame covering his face with his hands!
“Close it, Mr. Jai, I can’t see anything more” he requested me as I shut off the Laptop.
“You have heard your mother, from her own mouth in the recording, had admitted to have shared the bed with your uncle. So, it is a truth, though a shameful naked truth! I am sorry to say this but I would call her a wretched woman! I wonder how your father lived with her for so many years!” I said with apparent indignation.
Since he remained in a pensive but sad mood, I added “I have done my job to you as well as to Isha. It is upto you to decide”.
The couple spent another half an hour with me discussing some points. Then they left to their own house. I got no call from Isha till next morning though I was more anxious than curious to know the developments at their house.
When Raj went to bathroom, she called me quickly to brief me the developments. She told Raj showed maturity and intelligence to deal with Harini without any dispute or quarrel or shedding tears. He had categorically told her he knew everything about the history of his father and her. He mentioned he had engaged an advocate or solicitor to look after their properties. In consideration to the service she had rendered to his late father and him, Raj willfully offered to gift the house and a portion of the properties amounting to fifty lac rupees. However, the only condition was they would have nothing to do with her in future. He would also gift twenty-five lac rupees to his uncle and keep him away from their affairs.
She was prompt to add Raj was willing to pay me any amount for my valuable services for bringing out all the truths. I thankfully declined the offer.
Two months later, I got an e-mail from Isha from London the deal was made. They would sign and register the deeds and documents when they would come to India next. After seven months later, I got another mail from her she was carrying their first baby. I wished the couple all the best in life.
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