5 comments/ 74692 views/ 10 favorites All's Well that Ends Well By: haribasker My mother came up to the hotel room to see for herself that everything was in order. "Sumant," she said to my husband as she prepared to take leave, "Maadu is a sweet kid; she responds several folds to kindness" "Don't worry aunty," he said, "I'll see to it that Madhuri sheds no tears." Mother left. I closed the door and turned. He hugged me and for the first time we kissed on the lips. I went to the bathroom to change. The reception lines were along and I was weary and hardly in a physical shape for my First Night. No Indian arranged match bride ever is. I filled the bath with steaming hot water and soaked myself. My thoughts reverted to the question I have been asking myself for some days now. 'Does he know enough to suspect?' I climbed out of the tub. I wiped. My breasts were turgid and warm. Will he find it warmer than usual? I pressed my nipples between my thumb and index and closely inspected my fingers. They were quite dry. I put on the night dress especially selected by my sister. My husband gave a wolf whistle as I stepped out. "Lovely," he said. We hugged and kissed again. He then we went for his bath. I ordered for coffee. Without the stimulant I might be in deep sleep even before he came out. We sipped coffee and talked mostly about the reception. "Your friend Silpy was weeping her eyes out. She must be missing you terribly," he said. Silp indeed was weeping as if she had lost someone near and dear to her. "I don't remember being introduced to her husband," he continued. Silp was married only a week ago and had postponed her honeymoon to attend my wedding. Her husband was away on duty. "We were great friends," I said. "We did most things together." He pulled his chair closer and leaning forward he kissed me on my forehead and then the nose tip and then the cheek and finally on my lips. I placidly watched him till he came to my lips when I pecked back. My valley visible in the very low neck line of the dress now claimed his attention. He peered down the valley and then he rested his face on the exposed part of the breasts. I held his head. I liked the pleasant fragrance of his hair oil. He undid the buttons at the shoulder of the dress and slipped the dress down. Special bridal night dress design those shoulder buttons no doubt, or may be Vidya custom designed it! The extra neck width notwithstanding my breasts were too big for the dress to slip through. I released the breasts and sat on the double sofa naked above my waist. He leaned back and took a view of my bare torso. "Magnificent," he said. He then ran his palms over the breast. When his fingers touched the nipple I felt a funny but not unpleasant sensation. "Warm," he said. "Warmer than...?" I questioned. He did not note the tinge of anxiety in the query He laughed. "Warmer than other parts of the body, the cheek for example. Other unexposed parts may be warmer too." He laughed again. "If I had blushed the cheeks might have been as warm." "Possibly. Do breasts blush too?" 'They do under certain conditions,' I said but to myself. He took a nipple between his lips and sucked. I wriggled for my nipples had acquired a sensitivity that they did not have before. He then sucked the other nipple. I moaned and held his head. He lifted his head and smacked his lips as if he felt a taste. "Got something?" Once again he did not notice unease in my tone. He did not reply. He resumed sucking. He did it expertly. I moaned unashamedly. My nipples suddenly became dead but my vulva was now tingling. My clitoris was demanding a lick. If his expert sucking was an indication he must have had some experience. Are men, even ones with experience, bold enough to suggest a lick on the first night? But my body with those changing balance of hormones was demanding it. Has any woman asked her man to lick her on the first night? Well without asking I can make him do it by positioning; I certainly can. We moved to the bed so soft that I sank in. These bridal suite beds in Five Star hotels do not offer the firmness couples require when they grind each other's pelvises. Rather odd thought for a bride on her first night I said to myself and smiled. "Why that smile." "I suppose this is the time for smiles," I said. I on my own slipped off the dress. I sat hiding my nakedness in my crouching posture. He sat in front viewing me with an intensity that had me tingling. He then held my knees and parted them the better to see my vulva. I resisted initially and then I yielded. I leaned back parting my thighs and held his head as if I was reaching for his lips but really I was bringing them closer to my vulva. Hormones wracking my body had heightened the sensitivity of my erotic zones several folds. I wanted a lick and I decided that if I did not succeed by my manoeuvres I will brazenly demand. I did not have to shame him. He went for it and I leaned back with feet gently waving in the air. He did a splendid job. My inner leaves and clitoris were so sensitive that no sooner had he stimulated them my pelvis started moving up and down. Soon I was in the throes of a massive orgasm. I was gasping. I saw his penis. It was big. I held it. I guided it in. I could feel it entering. There was no resistance to its entry. Did he expect one? Was he disappointed that there was none? We had orgasm at the same moment. Mine was a monster. I held his pelvis with both hands lest he remove his penis. He was a person with experience. He knew that women when they get one can get one or two more. He gave me another and then another. I lay back exhausted. If this was the only thing I got out of this marriage it was all right with me. The next morning we flew to Delhi for our honeymoon. That afternoon we had it once again but we were too tired that night. Both of us slept soundly. The next morning I got up late. I was feeling queasy. I felt like vomiting. I tried to suppress it but could not. Sumant heard me vomiting. He tapped the bathroom door. I opened. "Must be something you took for supper," he said. I nodded thankfully. "We must see a doctor?" "Why?" I of course knew why I was nauseated. "Once we came here for a college excursion. My friend vomited. It turned out to be jaundice. He became comatose within two days. We had to cremate him here itself." He looked into my eyes and was not sure there was not some yellow there. "We must see a doctor," he said again. In the out patient department I asked to see a lady doctor. The doctor I saw, a very senior lady with a kind motherly face, listened to my history and ordered for some tests. I underwent the tests and waited to see the doctor. She read the reports looked up at me and then at the henna markings on my hands and the brand new yellow thread round my neck signifying that I was newly married. She smiled. "Same man?" I nodded it was not. "Have you any idea how you are going to proceed?" I looked blandly into her eyes. "No." I said. "Do you want any suggestions?" I nodded again. "Tell him your true story with as much detail as he wants. Please remember that I have dealt with such cases several times in my professional life. I can help you if you need my help like say terminating the pregnancy." I thanked her and inserting the reports in my hand bag, zipped it shut and walked out. "What did she say?" asked Sumant. "Nothing much. No jaundice anyway. We'll go to the room. I'll explain." In the room I changed and sat on the sofa. Sumant was patiently waiting for me to tell me what was wrong with me. I opened my hand bag and handed the reports to him and sat back to watch his reaction. There was no change in his facial expression but his hands holding the paper were shivering. "I am sorry Sumant," I said. "Who was he?" "I don't know." "If you don't want to tell its OK. It s not important anyway." "Not that Sumant. I really don't know. Shall I tell you my story? Then you will understand why I say I don't know." "Do," he said. He sat in front of me. I do not know what his mood was. It certainly was not anger 2 "I come from a broken home," I said quite calmly."My father has mistresses; my mother has reconciled herself to her lot. To me my father was a wonderful person and so is my mother. When father and mother live in one place it is home. Mine was not a happy home, but it is not an unhappy one. My sister is a good girl. I am not. I must have in inherited father's genes for I am promiscuous. Yes, that is what I am in plain terms. "I was 18 when I got acquainted with a boy living in the house behind ours. We used to meet in the bus stand. We soon became friends. A 7 foot wall separated the backyard of our house from the backyard of his. One evening when father, mother and sister were away this boy jumped the wall. I was scared for it was all so unexpected. But soon I calmed down and we had a pleasant chat; we also hugged and kissed. These visits became regular. We added fondling to our repertoire till one day he demanded sex. I yielded not unwillingly. He used condom. I did not like condom and I never allowed it again. He was able to obtain pills for me. This went on for 6 months. My sister knew of it but she did not tell mother. Soon he got a job in one of the gulf countries. I did not miss him. I missed the cuddle and the sex. It was then that I realised that I was promiscuous. I did not give up using the pills. In short I was waiting for my next chance. Quite a woman you chose for a wife." Sumant returned my smile. "Are you OK with listening to my story," I asked. "Technically you are my husband at this moment. It may not be pleasant hearing." "But you are no ordinary wife," he said with a broad grin, "you are carrying someone else's child in your womb. Please continue." He spoke casually. I suppose it is logical. If our relationship was sure to change soon there was no need for him to get worked up about it. "I was studying at that time in a woman's college. I did not have much chances of male company. I missed male company. One afternoon I was sitting as I usually do on the drawing room floor with my back to the sofa reading a magazine. My father was on a sofa in front watching TV. I happened to glance over the magazine when I saw him intently watching me. My skirt must have been awry and he was looking deep into my thighs. I pretended to be reading. I then shifted my position slightly so as to give him a better view. I had knickers on. I wish I had been bare. I could have given him an eyeful. I have read somewhere that father is the first fantasy object for all daughters. For me he was. I was excited that he found me sexually attractive. Yes, he often sat on that sofa while watching TV and while reading the paper, and I often sat on the same part of the floor while reading my books. Maybe without being aware of it I did put on a show. If it were so I was eager to play the game. The next morning to keep his mood going I bent low while serving him breakfast. The neck of my blouse was so low that I am sure his goggling eyes saw my breasts through and through. Two days later the setting was perfect. Mother and sister were attending a wedding and would not be back till late night. I chose a short skirt and no knickers. I sat on my spot with a book. Father came with his morning paper and sat where I expected him to. I pretended to be engrossed in my book and gradually lifted my knees. The book I had chosen was big enough to hide most of my face. Father's eyes were darting to my crotch. I slid my buttocks forwards and widened my knees further. I was sure my father could see my vulva. His hands were shivering. I maintained the position for some time and then I pulled myself erect. I took care not to look in his direction. I went through these moves again and once again. Now I was ready to pull the trigger. I again slipped down and but this time I slipped all the way on the smooth flooring and my head hit the floor with a gentle thud. I was lying face up with my skirt well over my waist. I pulled it up while slipping. My vulva was on display and my father was standing over me anxious to help me up. "I am OK Appa," I said smiling. He bent down as if to pull down the skirt and restore his daughter's modesty. "No need to Appa. It is something you have seen many many times. "It was years ago. It was different then." "No trimmed hair then, all the more reason why you must renew the friendship." I said. "Appa, sit down. I love you Appa. There should be no secrets between us. Touch me now. You must have when you changed my nappies. Have you changed nappies or did you leave that job to Amma." "I have occasionally," said my father. He was fully composed now. "Touch me now," I said again. He was hesitating. I took his hand and placed it on my vulva. "Warm, is it not? Have you kissed it when I was a baby?" "Not that I remember," he said. "I often kissed your buttocks. They were so soft you know." "Probably as soft now Appa. Why not find it for yourself." I turned round and presented my buttocks to him giggling away like a school girl. He held them with his hands and kissed one and then the other. I spread my thighs. "Can you see my vulva Appa?" "Of course I can." "Kiss that Appa darling." I could feel his cheeks digging between my thighs and reach for the vulva. He kissed it smack on the cleft. I turned round and sat on the edge of the sofa and lifted my feet and spread my thighs. Holding my father's head I pulled it to my vulva. "Lick me Appa. I will spread it with my fingers. Lick me." He did so expertly. Soon my buttocks were vibrating and I holding on to hair with my fingers entwined. I pulled savagely, and he felt no pain. I lay on the sofa and spread my thighs ready to receive him. He had slipped out of his dhoti. His penis was large and erect. He came on top. "No fear of pregnancy Appa, I am on the pill." I held his penis and inserted. If father found it strange that his little darling daughter was not only not a virgin but was also on the pill he did not show it. Perhaps fathers who have sex with daughters have different orientation in such matters. My father gave me a splendid orgasm. He must have had a good one too for he was panting. I embraced him tightly with my legs not allowing him to get away till he gives me more. I got one more. He still lay on me, and then he got up. I held him tight by his waist. "Don't think of me as a mistress but as your wife," I said. "I am from now on your darling daughter slash wife." That is how we were for the enthralling nine months that followed, and then stomach complaints that were always with him turned to cancer and he was gone. For six months I mourned and then my friendship with Silpa opened up wider avenues. Sumant was listening without comments as if he was listening to some story teller and not the intimate secrets of his wife. After a pause I continued. "I was never secretive about my body. I have no problem baring my body to any extent. Silpa my college mate was the same. We were friends. We were close, so close that we exchanged our sexual secrets. Like me a neighbour deflowered in her when she was 18, and like me she was leading an active sex life. It was through her that I came to know the three young men. They were junior executives and all had travelling jobs. We spent time with them when one or other was free. Soon we were on a kissing, fondling basis most of the activity taking place on the back seats of cars (parked or travelling) that two of them owned. I do not know if women read this but if they do let me assure them that there no greater pleasure than giving oneself up to two men at a time. I used to enjoy these car sessions. At times I will be in the front seat the very model of female propriety with one of the men driving. All sorts of things will be happening on the back seat but I will never turn back lest I disturb the driver. An accident can have very unpleasant and far reaching consequences. My turn on the back seat will be thrilling. One will be fondling and the other kissing or licking or whatever. Once we went to Goa, all five of us. It was there that we had penetrative sex for the first time. We took two rooms with a connecting door. We reached one afternoon. That evening we had the first session. I was on the sofa with Sumeer and Partha in one room. I was wearing a chemise that hardly came to mid thighs and the two were in front drinking in the sight. Sumeer leaned back and looked into the other room. He smiled and with his index pointed in a significant manner. The connecting door was wide open. I went round and saw the naked Silp on the bed face up and thighs spread out with Vikram on top of her. That posture was possible only when the man is deep inside. "If the door is open it is not improper to go in and even join," said Sumeer answering my thought. I went in softly. I was level with them when Slip smiled and gestured to me to come closer. We held hands and then she went into her climax. She tightened her grip till it pained me but I held on. I waited till she had another. Then they rolled over. I came back to join the other two. "It was thrilling," I said. I held the offered hands of Sumeer and Partha and led them to the bed. I slipped out of the chemise and lay on the bed. Sumeer hugged me. We kissed. I pulled Sumeer's head to my vulva. I have never had proper orgasm without licking foreplay. I pulled Partha's hand and placed it on my breast. I told woman readers earlier and I repeat it, women need two men for full sexual satisfaction preferably both at the same time. Human socials order is such that only one in a hundred thousand or may be one in a million get the chance but those who do are blessed. Yes, they have to pay a heavy price, but nevertheless I repeat they are blessed. Given the ambience I had to have a stupendous climax and I got it. Sumeer dismounted and Partha, who was straining on the leash, got on. I did not even have to guide him into the vagina that Sumeer had filled up. Partha's penis slipped in. 'Have you heard of troilism Madhu,' Partha asked. 'No,' I said. 'Troilist is a man who likes to watch as another man has sex with his wife. It seems the peak of pleasure is to insert his penis into the vagina of the wife filled with the hot semen of the friend. Now that I am experiencing it I can affirm that it is an indescribable sensation.' "If he had proposed at that moment it would have been a unique proposal and maybe I would have accepted and spared you the ordeal you are now facing. The next 48 hours was heaven on earth. Silpa and I had sex with all three. I did not keep count of the number of orgasms I had. A week after our return Silp gave us the astounding but happy news that Vikram has proposed and she has accepted. A few days later you came bride viewing. This Goa trip was lucky for Silpa and me. "I was not regular taking my pills about the time of the Goa visit for I missed the next period. It was too late for me to do anything about it. I told Silpa. With Vikram's help Silpa and I tried to procure an abortion. The doctors we met were unwilling to do so without parental approval. Anyway it was not possible without the family knowing for it as it involved a day's stay in hospital. Silpa felt my agony. That is why she was weeping so uncontrollably during the wedding. That is my story. Now for the future. I have made my plans. It is as follows." "Plans?" said Sumant. "That's it. First I release you. But before that I need your help to get the pregnancy terminated in secret here in Delhi. The doctor who saw me today said that I could come to her for that. Secondly the sordid thing about money. I'll pay my share for this 'honeymoon." I flicked my index fingers to indicate that the word honeymoon was within inverted commas, "and of course for the doctor visits. Thirdly, when we reach Madras I tell my parents that I need a separation for reason that has nothing to do with you. I am sorry for what I have done to you Sumant." I was now fully at peace with myself. But Sumant was an annoyance. He was not reacting. This was quite exasperating. All's Well that Ends Well "Say something Sumant. I have subjected you to a deception of this magnitude and you are not showing the least anger. At least you must say you accept my plan." "We will talk about it after you listen to my story. It may be of some relevance. After that we will decide. But first I need nourishment. I am starving. What do you want?" Toast with orange juice. My nausea has gone. You order what you want." We ate in silence. Now I was my normal self. "Sumant." "Yes." "Our special relationship will end in a week or two. Will you forgive me sufficiently for us to continue to be friends after that?" He looked up as emotionless as ever. "One of my regrets is that I have to give up someone I have come to like very much." He smiled. "Now that our plans are made," I continued, "there is no reason why we should not make the best of a bad bargain. These hormonal changes of pregnancy have increased the sensitivity of my erogenous zones. If you agree we can have sex when this feeling lasts." He rendered no verbal reply. He got up, kissed me on the lips and carried me to the bed. He turned me face down and holding my pelvis he pulled it up. He was standing and I, like a big fish, was lying with chest on the bed and my hip up in the air. In that position he licked. This pose fully exposes the clitoris and contact with his lips and tongue was just perfect. I screamed again and again in climax. He now turned me and still standing he entered me as I clung on to him with arms and legs. We had super sex. We then lay in each other's arms. I felt his warm embrace. My eyes became moist at the thought that it must end soon. It was when we were in the huddle that he started his story. 3 "I also started early," said Sumant, "it was on the morning after my 18th birthday that I had physical intimacy with a girl for the first time. She was Andal, my mother's brother's daughter. Her mother and she were visiting. They lived in a village three miles from our small town of Srivalliputur very close to the tip of the Indian peninsula. Mother's brother's daughter is a marriageable relationship in our community unlike a mother's sister's daughter which cousin is technically a sister and thus taboo. But my mother or her brother were not matching us for the simple reason that she was two months my senior. Andal was a pleasant homely girl with shapely breasts, narrow waist, and with broad hips that swayed delicately when she walked. We were play mates from our childhood days. She being my senior in age helped for if she had been younger her mother would have frowned if we got too friendly. On that morning I was sleeping in one corner of the room and she was bending down picking up tiny beads she had split from her coral chain the previous night. It was 6.30 but we had been watching a movie till late night and I, never an early riser, took longer to get up than usual. I saw her in a blurred image in the mists of sleep and then quite suddenly I was fully awake and my eye sight sharp. She was bending down with the pallav of her sari awry offering a deep view of her great valley. She was hardly a yard away and by stretching I could have fondled her. I have never touched her so there was no chance of fondling just then but there and then it became my aim. She looked up, but my eyes were so firmly on her breasts that I did not notice it. She hurriedly covered herself. 'You are bad,' she said. 'I am not made of stone Andal,' I said, 'I cannot but admire those magnificent breasts.' I said. I was very bold that day. 'After all you are mine by right.' 'What right? Those days are gone. Moreover I am older.' 'Just a couple of months. I will tell my mother to tell her brother that his daughter is for me.' 'Don't be funny,' she said with a coquettish turn of her body. I got up and crouching by her side I kissed her on her cheek. She should have screeched out of shock but she did not. She received me placidly. Emboldened I kissed her other cheek and then her lips. I lost my grip altogether. I inserted my hand down her blouse and I was kneading those soft breasts. I must have been her primary fantasy object for her to accept my sudden moves with what I can only describe as eagerness. 'You are my own precious darling,' I whispered. I pulled her up to my bed. I lay on top of her. I was all happening so fast that I was in a daze. I do not know how but she must have helped for other wise I could not have inserted. And there we lay, she naked above the waist with feet in the air and thighs spread out and I on top of her with my penis inside her. I ejaculated. I do not think she got anything out of what was certainly a record in timing for from start to finish it could not have taken more than ten minutes. She must have been dreaming of sex with me and I certainly often visualised having sex with her. That must have been the reason how it all happened that smoothly and so fast and with no conscious thought. But after the event reaction set in. She was now sitting up shivering and weeping and I was holding her and consoling her. Her mother called and she rearranged her dress and ran away. I lay back I was trembling with fear at the enormity of my action. When I got up I saw a blood spot on the sheet. It was then that I realised that I had deflowered the girl and that I was duty bound to marry her. My mood was not upbeat. I went down brushed and bathed. I sat for breakfast. Andal served me. Our eyes met. I smiled. She did not. It was some hours later that I got the chance of finding her alone. 'You are a horrible person,' she said. She meant what she said. 'Sorry Andal. I think about you so much that it all happened as if in a dream. I even doubt that it was not real but a dream.' 'I am scared Suman,' she said. 'What if I became pregnant?' 'You had your periods just now. You can't.' 'How do you know that?' 'I observe you my sweetest darling.' I tried to hug her. 'Not here,' she said pushing me away, 'I'll come upstairs.' She came an hour after lunch. The maid was sweeping the room. We had to resort to tamer activity. We played a board game called dayam. She drew the simple board with chalk on the cement flooring and I produced six cowries. My pieces were shirt buttons and she used glass beads. We squatted on the floor and played. The first of my buttons were one move away from reaching home when she cut it. Immensely please she was. I was of course happy to see her so. The maid her job over had left. 'I want to see you breasts,' I said choosing this opportune moment to put in my application. She whisked off her pallav without even a moment's delay. 'More.' 'Amma could come in or athai (aunt, that is my mother).' 'You can cover with your pallav.' She opened out her blouse. The bra was on. 'You should not have worn your bra.' 'Think and talk,' she said. 'Mother and athai will notice. That won't be good.' But she unclasped the bra nevertheless and out plopped those great breasts. 'Wow,' I said. She looked up with a glowing smile and thereupon I leant forward and we kissed on the lips and I fondled her. She pushed me away and threw her cowries to continue the game. We played for a while. 'I want to see that.' 'That?' 'Yes, That.' 'What that?' 'That that.' I said pointing to her crotch. 'O! That?' 'Yes, that.' 'You saw it only this morning.' 'I did not. It was dark and I was in a daze.' No reply. The game was tense. We played for a while. 'Please darling,' I said. She looked round and then lifted up her sari and slowly spread her thighs. I crouched down and she giggled and in a swift move lifted her sari and skirt all the way up. I saw what Tamil poets call the lotus. She had trimmed the hair close. The lips bulged and the cleft was deep. The clitoral swelling was at the top. 'Lovely,' I said. My organ was at bursting point. She held the pose for may be five seconds and then all was normal again. She laughed and we hugged. The upstairs portion was quiet. I went round to see that no one was around. 'There is no one here. We can have it.' She demurred. 'Please my sweet, please.' No reply which of course meant yes. I pulled her to my room and undressed her. 'Please don't,' she said in a tone that was unmistakably meant 'please do'. To my very pleasant surprise she allowed me to undress her to nudity. I stepped back to admire the sight. This was the first time I was seeing a nude adult woman in the flesh. I went close to her and lifted a breast and sucked her. She turned her head away but her hand was on the back of my head. I removed my dhoti and shirt. She directed her eyes slyly at my penis. Probably she had seen adult penises before. With a father and two brothers living in a house with only two rooms she would have but the erect one maybe for the first time. I offered her my erect penis and she gripped it with her soft hands, and then we were on the cot. I examined her vulva with eyes inches away. She squirmed. 'I am feeling funny, don't,' she said. I kissed her vulva. 'Don't, it's dirty,' she said. I could not let that pass. 'It is not dirty. It the purest thing in the universe,' I said and I meant it. I was licking her and she was moaning and the she was clicking with pleasure, and then I got on top and she inserted. I ejaculated and she had her first orgasm. We lay in a huddle. All the while I was saying how much I loved her and how life without her was unimaginable. She listened with smiles that brought dimples on her cheeks. 'I have to help Amma and Athai in the kitchen,' she said and left. Andal stayed for two more days but I could have sex only one more time. After that she left for Trichy for her studies. She wrote letters but I could meet her only during her vacations. Once in three months she came home when she visited her athai and every time I could have sex with her. But this affair opened the flood gates of my desires. I thought of nothing else but sex. I did badly in the engineering studies and failed in examinations. Sex once in three months was not enough. I satisfied my desires with women of easy virtue who were available in plenty in our temple town. I felt acutely that I was unfaithful to my darling but I had to douse the heat that was wracking my body." Sumant stopped more to see how I was taking in his story than for rest. I was listening to him with great interest. "Go on," I said. "But my relationship to Andal," continued Sumant, "had to end the way it did. Given the age difference my aunt and uncle never thought of me as a groom. Andal must have lost interest in me when she found me unable to complete my studies and take up a job. As you know girls especially in our rural areas are aware that their parents consider them a burden. Being thoughtful girls they do their outmost to make it easy for their parents. She meanwhile graduated and at 21 plus was already past the most desirable age for girls to marry. I knew that my uncle and aunt were intensely in search for a groom. One day my mother told me of Andal's wedding in a fortnight to an engineer working in a Gulf country. I was sad, but I had to bear the sorrow of her loss. Two days before her wedding she came to our house to receive my parents blessing and to take leave of me. Mother and father were away. I opened the door. It was an awkward moment of silence. 'Come in,' I said. She walked in. 'I am sorry,' she said. 'No need for that. I must be the one who must apologise for letting you down. I should have studied well and got a job. Then I could have demanded your hand and your parents would have overlooked the tiny difference in age.' I closed the door and we walked upstairs to my room. She sat on the bed rather than the chair. She was weeping. I went to her and held her by the shoulder. 'Cheer up darling,' I said and then we quite spontaneously hugged and kissed. She burst out emotionally. 'Have me Suman, please ravish me. In two days I will belong to another. Today I am yours. It is the least I can do for you as my parting gift.' She got up and started undressing. And there stood the girl who was to wed another man in two days naked before me holding up her breasts for me to suck. I sucked her and then she lay on the bed she quite openly asked me to lick her. She was in such a state that she had orgasm very soon. I lay over her. Her body was soft and yielding. She smiled and then she reached for my penis and inserted it in. 'I am not using a condom,' I said. 'We will do it with abandon. Make me pregnant. I want to bear your baby,' she said. 'Yours is very big today. I am glad that I have aroused you as never before.' We had orgasms at the same time. " 'I can feel you semen filling me. I hope you give me a baby,' she said again. I gave her three orgasms. We lay with our naked bodies in total contact. 'Remember that dayam game,' she said. 'We'll play again,' I said. This time there was no need for me to demand blouse unbuttoning or whatever for we were in the nude. For anyone wanting to appreciate a naked woman the advice I give is sit on the floor with her. Anyway she places her body will be a ravishing pose. Andal was unashamedly taking up postures that displayed her wonderful wares. Once again we did not finish the game. I became stiff and Andal bent down to kiss the rose and pulled me to the bed. This one was good too. We went down for it was time for my parent's return." Sumant was silent replayed those moments. "Now you will understand," he said speaking slowly, "why I did not react at all when I got to know that you were pregnant. It is my well deserved reward. When I had unprotected sex with a woman to be married to another in a couple of days I was acting with no thought for a woman who had such great affection for me. I was a monster. This is a characteristic of all womanisers—total disregard for anything but their needs. Andal had a baby after 11 months. I was happy the baby could not be mine." My next affair was my mother's youngest sister. She was 33 years old spinster who did not marry because she had infantile uterus and cannot have babies. She was a professor in a college in Tirunelveli, our district town close to ours. She was spending her summer holidays with her sister. Now that the womanising disease has afflicted me I was able to see her with different eyes and different mind set. Was she bushy or trimmed or clean shaven were the questions I was asking myself. She had finely chiselled features with bright eyes. She had a good figure and buttocks that any woman would be proud of. In short she was a beautiful woman who did not look her age. I am proud to say that though she was an aunt I was sexually attracted to her. When she was here two years earlier I did not think of her as anything but an aunt. In the intervening two years I was a changed man. We played not dayam but sat on chairs and played cards. Rummy between two persons is not a good game but we made it so by playing for real stakes. Low amounts but when you play for money a lakh (hundred thousands) rupees or ten pysae make no difference. She was good at rummy and though I play for stakes in the club she could hold her own against me. It was when I introduced her to three-card game that things started happening. Three-card game is for those with the gambling spirit in their blood. Surprisingly my aunt in spite of a professorial presence was at heart a gambler of the most intense kind. She played blind routinely, and after seeing her card will continue as if she had triples. Poker face was what she was during the game. It was her day and she was winning. It was to be my day too in a different sense as you will see presently. When the table was full she will get excited and in her excitement her pallav will fall away. She had fine cleavage that she accentuated with a low neckline. Naturally my eyes constantly darted that way. She would notice the way women always do and replace the pallav. 'Can't you keep your eyes away, Suman,' she said when she was doing it the third time. 'I can't,' I said cordially. She looked up. 'What do you mean?' 'I am a young man. I am not made of marble.' 'I am your aunt.' 'You are a pretty woman first.' She was pleased as I expected she would be. 'So?' 'I will stare till my eyes become red.' I became emotional. 'They are lovely and I would request that you tuck that pallav to your waist and allow me an unimpeded view.' She stared at me for a while and I stared back defiantly. She smiled and tucked her pallav to her waist. We resumed play. I went in. 'Chickening out,' she said. 'No Chithi (mother's younger sister) to get more money. One does not decamp while losing or winning at cards. It is not done.' We resumed play. 'Chithi, do you have boy friends?' Her response was a hacking laugh. 'Boy friends? Where did you get that plural from?' 'Does it matter?' 'It does not. You know that we live in a benighted society and my town is the meanest small town in this world. If I were to have even a suggestion of a boy friend it will be an astounding scandal in my place and my college will ask me to leave.' 'It is your private affair, why should it concern them.' 'As a teacher I must set examples for my students.' 'Rotten indeed if you have to set yourself as a role model for future citizens.' I said. If she noticed my tongue in cheek she chose to ignore it. We played. She was winning. I became cautious in play but bold otherwise. 'Chithi.' 'Yes.' 'A request.' 'What's that?' 'May I kiss you?' 'You have many times.' 'Yes, when I was three and you were thirteen. Now.' 'Is it proper?' 'I like you very much. I think you like me too. I have never kissed a grown woman. I do not know about you. May be you have not passionately kissed an adult man too.' 'From where is the word passionate suddenly creeping in.' 'It was always there Chithi. Just an innocent exercise. On the cheek.' I added as if that bit of information will turn the scale. She breathed in deeply and breathed out. 'OK,' she said and turned her cheek towards me. I pulled my chair next to hers and held her head and kissed her on the right cheek. I did not remove my lips from her cheek. I kissed again and again and she placidly received my kisses. I shifted to her lips. She did not object. I pressed my lips to hers and then I probed into her mouth with my tongue. She parted her lips enough to receive it in. And then she sucked my tongue. At that moment I placed my hand on her breast. I then undid the blouse hooks and pulled up the bra. My hand was on her bare breast. I fondled as we kissed passionately. We heard what in our tense state sounded like foot falls on the stairs. In a twinkle we had resumed places, and when we realised it was a false alarm we laughed. Chithi collected her cash and bundled it in her pallav and went down. I went in and lay on my cot. I needed rest. My legs were shaky. Later I found Chithi reading the paper in the drawing room. She showed no trace of embarrassment one would expect an aunt who had allowed her nephew to fondle her would have felt on meeting him soon after the event. She was quite relaxed and at peace with herself. 'You are duty bound to give me a chance to recover my money,' I told her. 'Or part with more,' she said and sniggered. 'Time will show,' I said. The next session later that afternoon started off with a spectacular loss for me. I had triple 2s and I was sure of cleaning up aunt, but I was the first to lose nerve. When I asked her to show her cards she displayed a triple seven. She looked up triumphantly as she with two hands swept the mass of coins. Then something happened. She noticed the sorrow on my face and all the aunt instinct came surging up. 'My darling,' she said as he hugged me, 'don't let this little thing distress you. Come on I'll cheer you up.' She kissed me on all parts of my face and then she undid her blouse. She was without a bra. 'Come fondle me.' She pulled me to the bed and sat down. I crouched in front of her and sucked her. I must have done it well for she moaned and clicked away. Aunt is an aunt even when she is making love to a nephew. She took over. All's Well that Ends Well 'Remove that dhoti,' she said. 'You don't expect me to do that do you?' I got naked. 'Stand still,' she said for I was fidgeting. 'I want to see how well endowed you are.' Apparently judging that I needed further arousal she gripped my penis and ran her fist up and down. 'Hmm,' she said. In her marking mode she would have awarded me not more than C grade. I was humiliated enough. To restore my dominance I undid her sari before she ordered that. The wily woman had come with the intention of making love for she had no skirt on. I knelt down with my eyes level with her vulva. It was nicely convex, scruffy with a delicate median line and clearly visible swelling of the clitoral hood at the top. 'Satisfied?' she asked. 'Magnificent,' I said truthfully. She lay down and invitingly spread herself. I was on my knees licking first the inner lips of juices that she was secreting in plenty and then I went for the clitoris. My aunt was clearly a woman with much experience but we of the family did not have the slightest suspicion. 'You are not touching anything,' she said querulously. I tried this and that. 'You are close...tantalisingly close.' She was getting impatient. And then I must have hit her G spot smack for her buttocks started moving first slowly and then it went up and down and she was clicking away as she reached her climax. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and bit on it. She screamed softly. She pulled me up and taking a firm grip of my penis she inserted. I soon ejaculated and she had her second climax. She held me by her arms and legs till I gave her another. 'Don't get up, lie on me,' she said. It suited me fine. After a while she gently pushed me away. 'You are OK,' she admitted. My aunt had made her plans. She told my parents that I needed coaching in mathematics to get past my examinations. This of course was true. She asked them to send me to her place where she will arrange tuition for me with a professor in the men's college in Tirenelveli. In Tirunelveli she introduced me to her friends. I do not know what she told them about me for they looked on me in the same kindly way they would a moron. 'In the afternoons he will be free. You can make use of his services,' she said. They did. During the afternoon for every working day in the ensuing month I stood in long queues paying electricity bills, telephone bill, municipal taxes etc. But more serious was the professor's timing. He wanted me to be at his house at 5 in the morning. He was a taskmaster but he was good, very good. He made me work as I have never done before. But for him I would still be in college. After supper it was amusement time. My aunt must have got a taste of sex when she was working in Delhi for three years before she came here. Tirunelveli was such a conservative place that my aunt must have been tinder dry. She now waded in whooping. My bed as befitted an odd-job man was the divan in the front room of her quaint tiny house. A steep wooden stairs led to the bedroom above. At some point in the night she will call after her work, which was mostly paper correction, was over. I will climb up and usually find her sitting on her bed in her night dress which she whisked off without any ceremony. I will undress and we will roll about. She liked taking my rose into her mouth and plopping it in and out and nothing more. I liked playing with her vulva. She liked licking. But the position she liked most was this: She would sit up on her desk over a pillow and I will enter standing. She will crane forward to see the penis slide in and out of her vagina. It used to amuse her. She will look up and smile and we will kiss. This was a tender aunt-nephew moment. The month ended in no time at all. While taking leave of me she gave the news that she has taken a job in Canada and will be leaving within a month. 'Marry a Spaniard and live happily' 'I said 'Why a Spaniard' she asked. 'Only a bull fighter will have the agility to tackle you,' I said. She went into one of the special hacking laughs." "Did she attend our wedding?" I asked "She will not come to India soon." 'Well Suman," I said, "your story seems every bit as interesting as mine." "Possibly. Now we are ready to talk of our future," he said. 4 Now that we knew each other's background we were in a suitable frame of mind for discussing our future. "You like me," he said, "and I like you. I want you very much. I suspect you want me too. So we continue as husband and wife. Any objection? "None whatsoever, but what of the baby?" "Do you want to do away with it?" he said. I did not answer. "It is your decision," he said. "I need a yes or no answer. Take your time." I had no problem answering that question. "I want the baby." "So do I. We'll keep it. From now on it is my baby too." When he said that tears poured uncontrollably from my eyes. He held me and I wept on his shoulders. It took me a long while to compose myself. "Shall I continue?' he said when I was my normal self again. I nodded. "We have another point to discuss. It is best to get it out of the way now itself." "What point?" I said. "I like women. I am not the type to stick to one. You like men and I strongly suspect you may want other men. Once the honeymoon spell ends we may find our interests wandering. I may like to have other women and you other men. Do you follow?" "But is this the time... well go ahead." "We are not made for cheating, are we?" "We are not. So?" "We will have fun with others with each other's knowledge." "You expect me to call you one evening and say, 'Suman dear I won't be coming home tonight. I am sleeping with so and so.'" "Why not. Anyway I was thinking of something else. I was thinking of swapping." "You mean partner exchange?" "Precisely. Let us take an example. You have had Silpa's husband. If Silpa has no objection to having me can we call them here for their honeymoon if they have not gone away already and we can have a swap honeymoon. How do you like that for original thinking?" I did not render a verbal reply. I called Silpa. It took her a while to get the full meaning of what I said. I could faintly hear her talking to her husband and then she said she will call me back. She soon did." "Why are you grinning like that," asked Suman. "They have cancelled their honeymoon arrangements and are taking the first flight tomorrow." We laughed and hugged and kissed. "Can you guess what I am looking forward to?" asked Sumant. "Sex with Silp." "Of course who wouldn't? But try again." "I don't think I can." "In that case I'll tell you. After you have had sex with Vikram I will enter your vagina when Vikram's semen is still warm in it and experience the exquisite sensation that men who have been through it are bragging about." "I have heard about it too. I will let Silp into the secret so that Vikram does not miss out." "And I am waiting for the day when the other two guys Partha and Sumeer get married." I laughed. "Any other unfulfilled ambition?" "Yes, but this is not an ambition; more a regret that I have no sister. I would have liked to have hot sex with my sister." "Really Suman there is no end to man's desires." "Well the day that started so horribly had ended so well," he said. "All's well that ends well if it ends in swap honeymoon," I said.