0 comments/ 79946 views/ 18 favorites An Indian Widow's Choice By: Devaro Chapter 1: When Fortune Shapes Fate It's a hot summer day in India, but there is no happiness in Monee's family, the crop is failing due to a terrible drought that swept through southern India, and to make things worse, her husband who has been working in the city as a construction worker in order to support Monee's family died in an accident. Monee's family was very poor, but she has some good education, though able to speak English, Monee have a very heavy accent that is quite exotic, but that didn't help at all and now Monee and her parents are facing starvation if she can't find a job, soon! Monee and her husband are without children, and he has left nothing except debts for her to take over. Monee sobbed in the nights, mourning for her husband and her misfortune. Mean while, half a world away I called an agency and placed a hiring ad for a live in Indian housekeeper, the pay offered is $400 US per week. The agency has specific instructions from me to look for one in Monee's neighborhood. When Monee heard of this from her neighbors, she thanked the gods in bestowing this opportunity on her as she rushed over to the agency's local temporary office and presented herself as a candidate. Monee know that her plump figure with large soft tits will capture the attention of many men, and she has a meager hope that she can get the job and be able to support her family. But even that little hope diminished when she sees the long line up in front of the office, many of them young women, fit and firm, beautiful with fair complexion compared to her dark dusky colored skin, and some wear very nice silken sari. Monee suddenly feel so ashamed at her old cotton sari when she go into the line up. The young girls look at her and gossiped, laughing and pointing at her, saying what kind of a woman Monee is to abandon her family, and commented that she must be a dirty lowly slut and they distanced themselves from where she stands. Monee bowed her head in shame and waiting quietly for her term into the office. After 3 hours in line up, Monee finally entered the air - conditioned office, the agent there looked at her from head to toe, and grinned. "Sit down," he said, and Monee obeyed. Sitting down on the big soft chair Monee is suddenly aware that her hair is in a thick ponytail and not oiled, and she is sweating heavily under the sun and the strong musky scent filled the room. Her face reddens, as the agent speaks, "I see that you are interested in this job, but tell me, why I should send you to my client? He is young, handsome and very rich; tell me why he would choose you over those young beauties out there lining up." Her heart sunk, for what this man said is true, Monee has practically nearly no advantage over these girls before her, everything she has, they have more and better, except maybe on the fact that she is already an obedient devoted housewife and is familiar with housework duties. "I can clean, cook and take care house really good!" Monee stammered and trying her best to convince the man sitting before her that she is the one, for she needs this desperately. After an hour of interview, Monee left the office with a promise that if she is chosen she will be informed, Monee walks out the office, her heart heavy as she think feverishly on what job she can take if she isn't chosen. She walks slowly back home and prepared a small meal with whatever food that is left in the house. The next morning Monee walks to the office again, with a small hope that the job has not been taken and that she can convince the agent to send her to me so she can support her family. There is, as always a line up of girls, and Monee gets into the line up, again feel herself inadequate standing with those young stunning beauties who hope they can go to America and maybe even be offered marriage. But her hope shattered when the agent come out the office and tell everyone still in the line up that the job is taken, they have chosen the one to send to America to meet her future employer, me. Disheartened, and sad, Monee lingered after the girls had gone back home, and the agent saw her; he called out to her, "Miss Monee, Miss Monee! May I have a word with you please." Her hope rekindled, and Monee walk toward him. He invites Monee into the office and after both are sit on a chair, he said, "After looking through all candidate and present them to my client, as much as to my surprise, he has chosen you to be his live in housekeeper, your us visa has been granted and you should pack your belongings Mrs. Monee and be ready to leave in 3 days." She gasped, unable to believe her good fortune, nervously, Monee asked, "I am so grateful for you sir, oh you saved my family from starvation, I wish god smile on you sir." The agent laughed, warmly, "Thank me not, I did nothing but present your info to my client, he is the one who has chosen you for the job. And remember, if you displease him, he can send you back to India." "Oh no, oh no, I will do everything¡Kanything to please him, on my honor I will be his good servant," she said sincerely, unaware the wicked grin that the man sitting before her has on his face. 3 days later, after a teary goodbye with her parents, Monee boarded the designated flight to America, she has but a small cloth bag with her, in it she packed the only spare sari she has, and today she wears a see green sari, with a creamy white blouse, her hair well oiled and arranged into a thick shiny silken smooth ponytail behind her head. Her bindi red, and her mangal sutra and maang displayed proudly to show her devotion to her husband and her chastity. It is the first time Monee ever leaves the small area of India that she lives in. She is nervous, scared, and wondering what life she will live when she meets me, and she wondered if she will be allowed to wear these things that she holds dear in my house. The flight is long, and aside from sleep and eat, Monee watched the movies, even though she can not understand most of the dialogue, she found television a great luxury for in her village there is only one TV and that is in the public office for the purpose of news broadcast and the quality is very bad. 13 hours later, the plane landed in New York, and people lined up to go through customs. Her hands trembled as she hands the customs agent her passport with the American working visa, he looked at her and then allowed her entry without much questioning. Monee walked around, awed at the huge dynamic building she finds herself in. Scared, Monee finds herself a chair in a quiet corner and sit down, holding onto her small cloth bag tightly and wondered when she will get to meet me, Mr. Steve, her employer. From what the agent in India told her, I am young, and rich, very much younger than she is, for I am only 24 of age as the agent told Monee. 24, Monee wondered, that is about the age of her younger brother, why would a young man like myself would hire a plumpish Indian housewife like herself instead of those young beauties presented to me. An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 02-03 Chapter 2: The Destined Meeting I drive lazily in the early sunny afternoon, thinking about the photo of Monee sent to me by my agent. After thorough background check, I have selected Monee to be my live in housekeeper, at least that's all Monee knows, and unknown to her, I have a plan for her, one that will keep her in my grasp for all I want. Right after Monee board the plane, the agent, under my order, visited her parents, and presented to them 3 million rupees, in return for them to sign a contract that legally sell her to me as my servant into my household, after they disowned Monee from their family then they take the 3 million rupee to a life of luxurious retirement. In the English and Hindi written contract, it clearly stated that she is disowned from the family, and officially with the consent of her parents, she is to enter my household and become obedient to all my orders as if I am her new husband, and at the end of the contract are the signatures of her parents in law. I grinned and thinking how Monee would feel when I finally show her the contract, slowly I drag myself out of the thought and concentrated on driving. After 40 minutes on the freeway, I arrived at the air port, parked my silver BMW in the lot, I walk into the busy lobby of the airport. Dressed in a silk white blouse with black pants, my hair trimmed short but stylish, I wear an expensive gold silvery watch on my left wrist and a crocodile leather belt around my waist, in addition I wear a silver framed sunglasses as well. After take a look at the electronic board and know that her flight landed 2 hours ago. I begin to search the lobby, with a photo of Monee in my hand. Finally, I find Monee sitting alone, dressed in sari and full Indian tradition attire and jewelries. I licked my lips, walking over to her. I looked down at her, and said softly, "excuse me, is your name Monee" Startled, Monee look up, and in her heavily accented English Monee stammered, "Yes sir, I am Monee." I smiled, "Well Monee, I am Steve, the one who hired you for the job as my live in house keeper; it is good to meet you." I extended my hand to shake hers. When Monee hear that I am Mr. Steve, her employer, Monee gasped, for I look indeed very young compared to her. She hastily stand up, and nervously shake my hand, "Good to meet you sir, I will keep good house for you." I smiled, sensing that Monee are exactly the kind of woman I wanted. I said softly to Monee that we should get going and get Monee familiar with my house. Monee followed me to the lot and awed that I drive a BMW, the car that she only dreamed and heard of, but never think in her lifetime she will be sitting in one. I ushered her in and drive toward my house. While I drive, I asked her many questions and she stammered to answer them in her broken English. Finally I pulled over on my drive way and Monee looked at my 2 stories house with admiration, I am so young and yet my wealth surpass the whole village combine where she came from. I lead her into the house, and she looked around, in awe and envy. The house is brightly lit by many windows, the tapestry and silk curtains delicate. The floor is covered with creamy white soft carpets that when Monee steps onto it, it will sink to the back of her feet. Soft sofas and antique wooden tables decorated the living room and family room. The kitchen is beautiful, and fully equipped with microwave, stove, fridge, oven and many other appliances that Monee only dreamed of having but is now becoming a reality that she will use them everyday to prepare my meals. I lead her up the wooden stairways, there are 3 rooms on the second floor, I lead Monee to the last one down the hall, open it and said, "This is the room prepared for you, and you better get settled in, you must be exhausted after the long flight." Monee gasped loudly, her room is as big as the small hut she used to live in, 2 windows looking into the backyard garden. A big bed sits against the wall, and on it silken smooth white blankets with soft pillows of the same color. Two small bedside drawers stand next to the bed, an antique alarm clock and a small lamp sit on one of the drawers. Opposite to the bed, she has a small TV stand, on it sits a TV and on top of the TV sits a small VCR, and her eyes were wide with surprise. There is small but fully equipped bathroom for her private use. A table and chair sits next to one of the windows and looking out to the garden as well, a lamp sits on the table as well. The walls are painted with soft violet, making it look delicate and royal like a palace. Monee turned nervously to me, "Is this really all for me sir" Monee asked, uncertainly, this surpass all she has ever dreamed of. I smiled, "Yes, this room is for your use, you should get settled in, after you have showered and refreshed, I will tell you of your duties to me in this house." Exhausted with the long flight, Monee thanked me for my great generosity and kindness. I walk out the room and close the door, going back to my room and turn on the secret monitoring cameras that I placed through out every room in the house. I turn on the main monitor and at once it showed her room. I grinned, watching the monitor, seeing Monee turns on the TV, and watch it a bit. Then she begin to take off her sari, revealing to me her huge soft tits, tipped with large swollen dark nipples, slowly as Monee gets naked, I get a good view of her hairy cunt. Her crotch is covered with a thick jungle of curly pubic hair, and the shape of her very fat labia can be seen even through the dense forest of her pussy hair. I swallowed as I feel my cock harden. I licked my lips as Monee go into the bathroom, and hear her moan as she feels the hot water splashing against her body while she showered. I grinned to myself, soon Monee, soon you will be mine, all mine. Holding the contract in my hand, I laughed as I watch Monee showers happily, her huge tits jiggled and her fat hairy cunt so inviting Chapter 3: Monee and Her New Life After Monee has taken a shower, she wiped herself dry with the clean towel. But when her hands rubbed on her hairy cunt, Monee moaned loudly, and she can feel her body heat up as her pussy flooding with arousal. It has been long since Monee and her husband ever had sex. He was always working, and whenever he was home, he is either drunk or too tired to even get Monee undressed. Monee signed, and walk out the bathroom, naked as she sits on her soft bed; she lets out a moan as her naked skin touch the soft satin blanket, she relaxed and begin to rub her hairy cunt and clit hard. Her thick cunt hair like a jungle grows so thick from half way to her navel and all the way down to her pussy. Monee begins to moan as her fingers skillfully rubbed and probed her pussy, her other hand squeezed her tits hard as she tries to bring herself to cum. But as Monee close her eyes, enjoying masturbating, she can not stop thinking about her new employer, Mr. Steve. Monee wondered how it would feel to have my cock up her tight virgin like cunt, childless, and with years of non use had made her cunt tight again like a virgin girl. "Oooooooh" Monee moaned loudly and never in her wildest dreams that I am watching her right now on camera. I grinned, and my huge cock hard like steel as I stroked myself as I watched Monee relieve herself with her fingers. Her face flushed as she cried out unconsciously my name, "oooooooooooooooh Mr. Steve take meeeeeeeeeeeeee" and cum very hard, wetting the blanket on the bed. She collapsed against the pillow, and blushed hard, cursing herself on how can she thinks of such things when she is a widow and should mourn for her dead husband and keep chaste in his honor. In my own study room, I cum hard as Monee did, and I grinned, wiping myself clean with a towel, and watch what Monee will do now. Monee cleaned up the mess on the bed and dried the blanket with a hairdryer, and she felt grateful that I provided her with such luxury so that she will not feel so embarrassed as to have to ask to change her blanket just hours after she arrives. Monee opened her small cloth bag, and take out another set of cotton sari and blouse. Her only petticoat needs cleaning and Monee blushed hard and debating whether or not she should wear the sari without petticoat around a young man like me. Monee takes a look at the old yellowish petticoat she took off before her shower, and dismayed that it's now heavy with the scent of her sweat, pee and cunt juice. She decided that she will have to go without the petticoat and just have to be careful. Slowly Monee dresses herself in the clean red sari, the only one she has beside the one she just take off, and then she wear a yellow blouse that is quite apparently too small for her huge tits, which make her chest look very noticeable as she walks around. By this time I have stripped myself naked, my huge cock soft between my legs like a big sausage or a snake. I open the door to my room slightly and lay on my bed, pretending to be asleep. The sound of her step can be heard on the hallway as Monee looks around the house. She looked everywhere and feels herself lucky to be able to live in here with me, even though she is just a lowly servant who I hired. Monee first begin to familiarize herself with the kitchen appliance, and the washer and dryers as well. It took her a long time to read the manuals but finally she can grasp the basic skill to use them. After that she walks all over the house, looking into each room and felt overwhelmed by the luxurious decorations that I have for my house, and she thought that for a young man of 24 yrs of age, I certainly am doing a lot better than her family. Her fingers trailed the delicate embroidery drapery that hangs down from the walls, and the silken curtain that keep out much of the sun but yet keep the house well lit and comfortable. The family room is of a different design, there are no couch, sofa or chairs, the floor in the room covered with thick carpet, very soft, and there are a mountain of cushions that can be adjusted to my likings, it is indeed very homey and sweet, Monee finds she relaxing a great deal in this room and to her great surprise, I have an Indian music instrument on display. The delicate instrument is displayed in one corner of the room right next to the big plasma TV set and opposite to where she stands. A sitar. Monee gasped, though she has studied this instrument and achieved the highest level of skill possible but her family could not afford to buy one. Her fingers trails on the delicate making of the sitar and can not stop but admiring the beauty of it. Reluctantly, Monee decided to take a look outdoor, she finds a beautiful garden; she walks out into the back yard, walking bare foot on the thick green lawn. She inhaled deeply of the roses, camellia, tulip, lilac, and various other flowers planted in the garden. A maple tree sits on the east side of the walled garden, standing tall with its branches spreading wide and leaves the color of green with a slight shade of reddish orange. On the back side of the house, the side that is facing the garden, it is covered with wisteria, and vines that blossoms many beautiful flowers. Her heart feels light and happy, and she stayed outside for a long time. When the sun begins to set slowly she gets back into the house, Monee remembered that she needs to ask me on my preference of food, for so far her skill in cooking has been limited to south Indian cuisine and she is quite unsure on how I like those dishes that she is very familiar with. Slowly she walked upstairs, and knocked slightly on my door, the door opened and she can see that I am sleeping naked, on my bed, without covering myself with a blanket. Her thought struggled whether she should enter my room while I sleep, but then she smiled motherly and think that I am such a big boy for kicking the blanket around while I sleep. Quietly Monee walks into my room, decided that she will care for me like a sister or even a mother would, she will take good care of me because I treated her quite well. Just when she reaches out for the blanket on the bed, I turned in my sleep and showing her my huge cock, now hard in my sleep. She gasped, in absolute awe, it is so huge Monee said to herself, but at the same time she can feel her cunt flooded with excitement, and that undeniable itch is eating her mind away with lust. Monee swallowed hard, and looking at my huge shaft standing proudly between my muscular legs. Slowly Monee sank to her knees, unable to control herself, her hands reach out and hold onto my huge cock, and she moaned, feeling the heat radiating from my cock to her hands. Monee bits her lips, looking at me as I remain sleeping soundly, and there is even a small stream of salvia drooling from the corner of my mouth. Then Monee began to stroke my cock with her hands, she strokes me slowly, and carefully, her face and body flushed at the lewd behavior she is committing right now. Her mind is telling her that she should move away, and keep her thought and body chaste, but her body screamed to be fucked, raped and used hard by my incredible cock. Monee swallowed again and begin to stroke me faster, hoping that I would not wake up in the middle of this. From the moment Monee place her hands on my cock I am awaken, but choose to keep quiet and see what she will do. I almost moaned as she strokes my cock with her gentle hands. I can feel her hands insistently stroke my angry hard cock, and I pretend to sleep soundly. Then I begin to feel my big balls tighten, and with every moment Monee strokes me, I am closer to cum on her hands. Her breath is short and shallow now, as Monee feels her pussy leaking thick juices and wetting her sari, but she is beyond care now as she strokes my huge cock harder, and faster. Monee can feel that itch in her, dying to be fucked, but she is yet too shy and afraid, afraid of what I might think of her. And as Monee looked on at my young face, there is also a part of her that wants to stroke my face affectionately and watch me sleep like a mother or elder sister in the family. Monee blushed at such thought and nervously she kissed my cock as she strokes it, and then licking the head of my huge cock as she strokes me faster and faster. My cock stirred and swollen now, and as she keeps on stroking, and kissing, jet after jet of my thick hot cum landed on her face and hands, and Monee keeps on stroking and milking out every drop, she looked at her messy hands and smiled. I opened my eyes slightly and caught her hungrily licking and scoop up my hot cum and eagerly eat it. But after Monee did that, she suddenly sank on the floor completely and sobbed, cursing herself on such act of lewdness and for the shameless lust that her body housed within. Slowly she rises to her feet, cover my naked body with a satin blanket after she cleaned me up affectionately like a mother. Monee staggered out of my room and going back to hers before she sits on her bed and cried, sobbing on her shameless act of lewdness. She kept on telling herself that it is not right, I am so young, and she should be chaste, but the sight of my incredible cock filled her mind and the taste and scent of my hot lace filled her nostrils. Then she hears sounds in my room, and she peeks out, seeing me awakened, and getting dressed in a short and t shirt, then calling out to her, "Monee, where are you." Monee jumps off her bed, and answered, "Yes Mr. Steve, I am" just then she realized that the crotch of her sari is so damp and the musky scent of her cunt juice can be noticed very easily without any effort at all. She almost cried out, for definitely she can not let me find her like this, what will I think of her. But I called out to her again and letting her know that she needs to prepare dinner, for the dinner should be ready to be served by 7:00 pm and it is now 6:10pm. She hurried out, embarrassed that I should find her in this state, but determined that she needs to give me her best service and make me feel warm and comfortable. Yes, this is her new life now as she realized that she is here to serve me and make me feel well for have hired her and save her family from starvation. An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 04 I walk down the stairways, feeling recharged and energetic. I smiled deviously and said hello to Monee when I see her rushing out her room and down the stairs to meet with me. Her dark dusky colored face blushed when she saw me smile at her, and she lowered her eyes, feeling ashamed of what she did when I was asleep. I said, "Did you find your room comfortable Monee. I hope you find the room to your likings." She thanked me in her broken, heavily accented English that everything is well. We walk down the stairs chatting, and walking all the way into the kitchen. I told Monee that I am quite open with exotic foods, and that she should try to cook me some of the dishes that she is familiar with first so I can sample them and make a decision later. She readily agreed and begins to prepare the ingredients that are available for cooking. I watched her plump hips jiggle as she worked busily like a worker bee around the kitchen counter, swallowing hard, knowing from the camera that right now she is standing before me, without a petticoat and naked underneath her sari. Then I noticed there is a very heavily salty sweet musky scent around her body that fill the house, I asked, knowing her cunt flooded and made her sari all wet and damp, "Monee, do you smell something odd. There is something musky in the air, is that some special oil or perfume you brought from India." Caught off guard, her face burned like fire as she stammered, "Ye, Yesss, it is a local, local scented oil I use from my village." "Oh. Really, I like it quiet well, use it more often," I spoke and laughing loudly to myself as I see her skin seemingly flush and burn red as I know she was very embarrassed. Monee thought, "Oh Gods help me, Mr. Steve, he, he wants me to use my, my cunt juice more often, but how can I, I do this. Oh, Gods help me." Luckily I did not insist on the topic and went back to my own thoughts which she was truly grateful of. She opened the fridge and found a small pack of sweetened curry lying on the shelf, boneless chicken legs in a neat plastic container, potato, carrots and other vegetables filled the large drawer in the bottom. There is also a small pack of rice as well. Familiar with household chores, Monee feels more comfortable as she begins to wash rice, slicing potatoes, chopping fresh vegetables into manageable pieces, but she was ever aware that her pussy, aroused, persistently dripping juice down her thighs and wetting her sari to fill the room with that musky fragrance. She proceeds to cook for me a good meal of rice with curry chicken and vegetables, along with a pot of hot vegetable soup. At 7:00pm the sun finally went down the horizon completely and the house was lit with bright yet soft lights, Monee places a large plate of rice covered with curry chicken and vegetables, and the big bowl of soup sits next to it. I inhale the aroma, and smiling at her, "It smells really good Monee, sit down and dine with me," I said softly. Monee was surprised, she had often heard from neighbors who had worked as servants that they do not eat with their employers, and now here I am, inviting her to eat with me. She smiled nervously and sits next to me. The meal was delicious and I complimented Monee on her culinary skills, she smiled happily. Over the course of the dinner, I always keep on looking at her huge tits encased in her blouse, and make a point that she notices it. Monee on the other hand, blushes at the attention I gave her as she ate her meal in silence, and hoping that she can return to the safety of her room so she can dry her sari and make a good impression on me. After dinner, Monee cleaned up the dishes and tidying up the house, then she asked leave to return to her room, which I readily agreed, and said that I will retire to my own room as well. Once Monee returns to her room, she threw herself on her bed and cried out, cursing herself on her carelessness and her unfaithful bodily lust. I looked at her through the monitoring camera, grinning, hearing her cursing herself. "Oh Gods, Gods please help this poor woman," Monee prayed, "I need to be chaste, but my body is filled with lust, oh Gods please help me, Mr. Steve is a good loving young man, and I, how can I have such thought about him, and his, his huge cock. I would gladly take care of him as if a mother or sister, but please torture me not with such thoughts, please hear my devotion I beg of you." Monee prayed feverishly in Hindi while I listened through the monitoring system, laughing to myself deviously with the contract lay on my desk. "Tonight will be quite interesting," I said to myself. Mean while Monee brushed her fingers against her gold mangal sutra, thinking about her parents and the life of chaste she is supposed to live under all her upbringings, but the taste, the sight and the size of his huge cock dominated her thought and flooded her hairy cunt with lust that she could not quench with her fingers. After two hours or so I emerged from my bedroom, and calling for Monee. She quickly emerged from her room, and she bow her head low, asking in her accented voice what I require. "It is time I have a bath, prepare the tub, and fill it with hot water. I will join you in the bathroom shortly." After I went back into my room. Monee was startled, but she obeyed it nonetheless. She walks into his bathroom and after clean the tub, she begins to fill it with hot water and prepare for the bath. The master bathroom is huge, with a large one piece glass window looking out, and the Jacuzzi itself is huge, big enough for 4 people to bath together by her estimate. Moments later, I emerged from my bed chamber, and walk into the bathroom naked, my big long cock hang like a fat sausage between my tanned muscular legs. Monee turned her head, and gasped as she saw me standing there naked, and smiling at her. Quickly she turned her head away, telling herself that I am like a younger brother for her, and is it not the duty of an elder sister to take care the younger siblings. However her confidence shattered as she lowered her eyes and greet me, which unfortunately for her, her sights became even more focused on my cock. Her face burned and flushed hard, with shyness this time but not the strong embarrassment she felt earlier when she sneak into my bedroom while I sleep. "Ah, thank you Monee," I thanked her as I noticed the Jacuzzi is filled with hot water and ready for me to bath. Slowly I walk into the water filled Jacuzzi, the water level reaching almost my waist, I signed, feeling my muscular body relaxing in the hot water. There are 4 seats in each corner of the Jacuzzi, and I sit down lazily in one of them, stretching a bit. Then I turned to Monee, "Well, are you not going to get naked and bath me." I frowned and asked Monee as if it is natural. That question came down on Monee like a huge thunder lightning, for only in her wildest, most lewdly thoughts will she considers to be naked together with me in the tub. I sensed her reluctance, and inquired, "What is the matter Monee. Tell me not that you have never bathed someone before. Besides, is it not your duty to serve me in all things." Stammering with a reply, Monee struggled with the thought of bathing me naked in the tub, and the possible reaction to her refusal in this issue. This job is too important for her, she needs this job, and she again letting her body takes dominance, convincing herself that I am like a younger sibling and strangely even to an extend, a son, and my well being is her duty as elder sibling and mother, therefore it is justified to bath me. Slowly, Monee take off her mangal sutra, and then her maang, the hair piece. Then she begins to undress, I closed my eyes, seemingly unaware of what she is doing and relaxing in the hot water. However, through half closed eyes, I can see that her trembling hands un ¡V wrap her sari, layer by layer she strips herself nervously, and finally the sari came off her plump body, revealing to my hungry eyes her very hairy jungle and the fat mound of her cunt. As she raises her arms, my eyes focused on her armpits, they are slightly damp with sweat from the heat and covered with long curly hair from years of non shaving. After the sari, her blouse came off her body as well, her huge, soft tits look so creamy and her large fat dark nipples harden as they come in contact with the air. My cock by now is standing hard, and ready for action, but I know rushing things would only make her scared. I want her as mine, and since I have her in my grasp, there is no need to hurry, she has nowhere to go to, no one to turn for help. Slowly Monee walk into the Jacuzzi, and the hot water relaxed her muscles, she felt good in the tub. I opened my eyes and licked my lips as I look at her body, completely naked, her tits and cunt are free to my hungry eyes. Her hair was let loose from the ponytail she arrange them into, now hanging loosely on her back, reaching down well below her buttocks almost reaching her knees. Her womanly aroma filled the steamed room. I inhaled deeply as she moved over next to me, and her trembling hands picked up a bath cloth, rinse it with bathing lotions as she begin to rub and clean me with her hands and the cloth. "Mmmmmmm," I groaned lazily in the Jacuzzi as Monee bathes me. I stand straight in the water as Monee bathes me from head to toe, her hands trembling as her hands begin to wash my crotch, and her eyes, filled with unquenchable lust looked at my huge hard cock, swallowed hard as she use all her will power to not have take hold of it and sucking hungrily. After Monee has washed me, I sit down on the seat in the Jacuzzi, and lean back against its rim and relaxed. Monee signed in relief and thank the god for keeping her mind sane and chaste. But then I called out again, "Monee, wash my hair with the lotion, it is the green bottle, do not take the wrong one." Monee picks up the bottle, and pour some lotion on her hands, rubbing it and a breeze of sweet refreshing fruity scent fill the room, she wondered where I get lotions like this as she walk over before me and ready to rinse my hair. I sit up straight and immediately feel my head is resting against something big and soft, and then I hear Monee gasping, and breathed deeply, I opened my eyes and realized that I am pressing my head against her large soft tits. I smiled and pretend it is nothing of importance and tell her to rinse my hair so I can finish my bath and retire to my bedroom. Her face blushed, never has another man touched her so intimately other than her dead husband, and now my head is pressing against her boobs and making her legs wobble. Her hands pushed my shoulders back a bit as she begin to rinse my hair with the lotion thoroughly. But then fate played an even bigger joke as she was suddenly horrified at the realization that she is in a saddling position wit her legs open and around mine and she can almost feel the tip of my hard cock pressing against her cunt as she rinses my hair. "OOOH Gods, please, gives me strength and keep me sane and chaste." Monee prayed in her mind feverishly, "Oh but it is so huge, so big, no, I must be chaste, but it has, it has been so long, honor, ohhh Gods help me keep my honor and integrity as a devoted woman, ohhh God." Finally, for what seem like eternity to her, she finished rinsing my hair and washed me clean again. After wiping me dry, Monee ran back to her room and shut the door, I grinned, knowing that I have broken her balance again and go back to my sound proof room, turn on the monitor and examine the fruit of my plan. The monitor showed Monee lays naked on her bed, her long hair loose as her fingers parted her fat mound and take her engorged pink clit between them and rubbing hard. Her other hand squeezed, and pinching her nipples hard as her fingers working hard on her cunt. She moaned loudly, "Ohhhhhhhh Steve, please take me, fuck me with your huge cock, I need it so much, oh yes, fuck me, fuck your slutty motherly maid Moneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Her body writhed on the bed as she worked herself from one orgasm after another. Slowly after the climaxes subsided, she sobbed as she wipes herself clean. Monee then lie on her bed, curled up like a little girl, and fall into an uneasy slumber where her dreams dominated by my cock and many lewd thoughts. I grinned and turn off the monitor, "It will be soon, soon the fruit of my labor will be returned." then I lay on my bed and went off to sleep as well. An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 05 Chapter 5: A New Day Has Come Monee awake in the dark, she turns on the lamp and sees that it is only 6:00 in the morning. She looks out the window and sees that the sun has rise in the horizon. Back in India, she would have to get up, and ready to work in the field after she prepared good breakfast for hers. Slowly she rises to her feet and gets dressed in the dim light of the sun, her petticoat is dry by now and she was very grateful when she puts it on and signed in relief. She then fingered her mangal sutra and maang before put them on. Then slowly she walks into the bathroom, and washed her face, combed her hair and arranges it into a thick plait that reaches almost to her knee after she has oiled her hair with the small bottle of oil she brought with her till it shines like silk. Her hair is the only thing that she is really proud of, thick, and soft, and very long, which she took great length to care for even back in poverty in India. Slowly and quietly she opens her bedroom door, seeing that my room is still closed, she smiled, thinking that a young man needs a lot of rest. She walks bare feet on the soft thick carpet, feeling indeed very good as she walk down the stairs and into the kitchen and get ready to prepare breakfast. She opens the fridge and pick out several eggs, a pack of bacon and a bottle of milk, still adjusting to her new luxurious life here with me, she wonders if she can earn enough money to support hers back in Indian for this kind of luxury as well. Unaware to her is that her in laws had already, ¡§sold¡¨ her and is now enjoying their retirement as a rich elderly couple. Slowly she begins to fry bacons, making scrambled eggs, and heat the milk with the microwave, still adjusting to the appliances, her progress is slow but improving. Her heart beats faster as she heard the sound of foot steps above, means that I am awoken and probably getting dressed as well. Monee turned to look at the clock, it points to 6:40am and she wonders why I am such an early riser, with all my wealth I could have well stay late in bed and live a rather comfortable life. She pull her thoughts back and concentrate on cooking as she hears me walking down stairs, and greeted her. I descend down into the basement, turn on the light for the exercise room, it is well equipped and I begin my daily exercise routine. Push ¡V ups, sit ¡V ups, weight lifting¡Ketc. various exercises to keep me in shape, and finally, I did a 5 kilometer slow run on the trotter before I walk up stairs for my breakfast. Monee placed a large plate of bacon and eggs on the dining table. The time is 8:20 in the morning now, the sun shines through the windows and the house seem to come alive once more. I smiled as I saw her placing the food on the table and arrange the utensils, I smiled mischievously and sneak behind her, suddenly wrap my arms around her waist and pressing my crotch against her plump buttocks, ¡§Good morning Monee, what is for breakfast?¡¨ I whispered those words right by her ears and feeling her face flush as she stammered, ¡§Eggs¡Kand¡Kand bacon.¡¨ I let go of my hands and sit on the chair, hungrily eating the eggs and bacon, Monee hands me a cup of warm milk and I gulp it down thirstily. Then she sits down, and try to be calm, but she is anything but calm now, ¡§What a mischievous boy he is, oh I should be like an elder sister to him, it will do him much good, yesss, and his cock, oh god it is so huge, bigger than. No, I can not have such thoughts, oh god please help me, I need strength to keep my lust, I am a widow, I should not be thinking such lewd, but it is soooo big, sooooooo big.¡¨ Monee shakes her head as if trying to shake those troubling and conflicting thoughts away as she begins to eat with me. I ate my breakfast like an animal, chewing loudly and drinking down milk fast, compared to her slow manner of eating. Monee looked and can not control herself but to smile and hand me a paper towel for me to wipe my mouth clean. Just then I noticed Monee is still wearing that red sari with yellow blouse, ¡§Monee, is this the only clothes you have? I thought you have brought more clothes with you, otherwise I would have taken you to shopping yesterday for some of your woman clothes and things.¡¨ Her face blushes, and then a shock came to her mind, in all her excitement and nervousness, she had forgotten to pack some clothes that she uses when her womanly period comes, and as she count the days, she almost cried out in despair, her period is bound to arrive tomorrow, and maybe even earlier. But how can she asks for those, those from me, then it hits her, maybe she, she can go out for grocery and buy something quick, though then she remembered that she can not drive and it would be really embarrassing to have me around as she buys her womanly things. However, the pressing need out weights her shyness and she asked me to take her to supermarket. I agreed readily and smiled at Monee again, a bit mischievously and tell her that I will also take her to an Indian fashion store for her sari and blouse. After breakfast, I stretched a bit, and went upstairs for a quick shower while she walks out to the garden again, Monee had grown fond of the delicate garden and flowers, and often look out and feeling refreshed whenever she walks on the thick lawn bare feet and breath the fresh air. Then she gets back into the house, and walk into the homey decorated family room. Her fingers trail the strings of the sitar, and can not help but to take it up, sit on the floor as it is the fashion to play and begin to adjust the strings and played a very short rhythm. The melodious sound of the sitar made her homesick as she begins to play a long rhythm, her fingers dancing on the strings as the melody fill the house, she was focused, deep in thoughts and unaware that I am standing at the door way, watching and listing to her playing. ¡§Marvelous. Marvelous.¡¨ I applause after Monee finished the rhythm, ¡§I did not realize that you know how to play the sitar! From the rhythm you play, you must have achieved level 7, the highest skill, is it not?¡¨ Startled, Monee look up, and found that I stand in the door way, dressed in a pair of casual black pants, topped with a simple tight shirt that framed my muscular upper body rather well. She blushed and quickly stands up, places the sitar back to its place and said nervously, ¡§I, I did not mean to play it, it is just, I miss home, and I, my family could not afford one even though I had the lessons and the skill, it was just, too, too irresistible¡¨ ¡§Oh?¡¨ I smiled and tell you that you can play the sitar as often as you wish in your free time, ¡§I quite like the melodious rhythms you played, besides, if you indeed like it, I certainly would not mind give it to you as a gift.¡¨ I claimed. Her heart leaped to happiness, for owning a sitar is a long dream of hers since she was a young girl and begins to learn the skill of the instrument. But then she remembered that she is a servant in this house, and her happiness sank as she asked in her accented tone, ¡§Really Mr. Steve. I can have it.¡¨ I nodded, ¡§Of course, if you wish it, you can have it, it certainly did not cost much, only $1,500,000 rupees that is all, it was made by one of the best craft master.¡¨ Monee gasped, and finger trailed to the sitar and found the delicate marking of the craft master, her eyes watered, for she know this craft of skill in making sitar is legendary and his work only a handful. In a trembling voice Monee asked for the sitar, ¡§Please, Sir, I, may I have this sitar. It is the dream of every, every sitarist to have a sitar of their own, let alone one crafted by the master.¡¨ I smiled and nodded, ¡§It is yours then Monee, you may have it, under one condition only.¡¨ Monee bits her lower lips, thinking what might be of the condition, will he ask to see her naked body? Or, or would this young man wants, wants her in his bed. Oh what will she do, can she accept this. She must be chaste after all, but, but in bed with him might not be so bad, oh no, have you forgotten that you would be his motherly elder sister. Oh what must I do. Her thought wheeled wildly, as I speak, ¡§The condition is, whenever you play the sitar, I get to listen.¡¨ Surprised, Monee nodded, ¡§Yes sir, oh I would love to play for you Mr. Steve. You will not be disappointed.¡¨ I smiled and sit next to Monee against the cushions and she adjusted herself, her skin still flushed as she adjusts the sitar again and begins to play a wonderful and absolutely melodious rhythm for me. I listened and leaning over more and more till I am leaning against her body and it looks like we are a happy couple from our backs, Monee stirred a bit, and keep on playing, her pussy flooded with excitement. The familiar musky scent filled both of ours nostrils as Monee tried hard not to show any sign of embarrassment and keep on playing the sitar for me. I leaned my head against her shoulders and closed my eyes, losing myself in the music. Monee on the other hand was fill with thoughts that comes and goes, she can feel me pressing against her body as she trying to keep playing the sitar, but her body longed for my touch as her cunt itches for attention and wetting her petticoat even more. Monee moaned softly and her hands trembles a bit as I wrapped my hands around her, and mumbled, ¡§This is so good, play more Monee, for me.¡¨ Her thoughts wheeled violently, coming and going without giving her a moment of rest, she felt very sensual as the rhythm she chosen to play is that of a rhythm of love and sensuality of women. And I wrap my hands around her is making her even more aroused as she keep on playing the sitar. Finally the melody comes to an end and I let go of my hands, applauded, ¡§That was wonderful, promise you will play more often for me!¡¨ Monee merely nodded, for her embarrassment, her petticoat is wet again and need to get it off unless she wishes to leave a large damp spot where she sits now. Quickly Monee excused herself upstairs and was quite upset that her petticoat is once again wet and damp. She cursed herself for having dirty thoughts all the time, and signed, take her petticoat off and hang it up in the bathroom and wait for it to dry. She is yet shy about hanging her petticoat along with my clothes. Looking at her petticoat, Monee suddenly remembered her more pressing need for her womanly periods. She rushed downstairs, aware that her buttocks are naked under the sari once again. She found me sitting in the living room and sipping tea, looking out through the window, it is a sunny day and everything is so much alive. I did not turn to look at Monee, ¡§Is there a reason why you are rushing so fast Monee,¡¨ I asked. Nervously, Monee replied that she needs some, some undergarments, and woman, woman things, her voice low as her face blushed hard. I smiled, and tell her that I shall take her out today to buys the things that she needs. Signed with relief, Monee feel her legs wobble again and she excused herself once more to the family room and playing, holding the sitar in her arms as her thoughts trailed back her home in India and then to the incredible things happened to her when she enters my household as the housekeeper. After an hour or so, I walk into the family room, now dressed in shirt and pants again, I said, ¡§It is time to go out Monee, did not you want to buy something.¡¨ Monee smiled and said she is ready to leave and followed me to the garage and sit on the passenger seat. It took me about 20 minutes to reach the nearest supermarket, her exotic appearance and attires attracted many stares and most of them focused on her large soft brown tits. She bowed her head low and tried hard not to attract that much attention as she followed me into the supermarket. I tell Monee to pick out groceries, as I walk away to get some magazines. Monee push the cart, and amazed in the many varieties of vegetable and fruits available, familiar with such kind of chores, she quickly chosen a wide variety of vegetable and fruits that she can cook and make into delicious south Indian dishes. Then she begins to look for the sanity pads, but could not find it and she was too shy to ask the store personnel about where she can find it. Just when she was getting more nervous by the minute, I walk back, with a couple of magazine in my hand and to her awe, two packs of sanity pads. I smiled at her mischievously and place the packs in the cart along with the groceries, and winked at her, ¡§I noticed that you were acting quite nervously, and I was confused until I realized that I forgot to place a few packs of this in your bathroom,¡¨ I spoke in a mere whisper so there will not be anyone hearing this but her. Shocked at my tenderness and thoughtfulness, Monee blushed and stammered that it is alright and apologized that it is her that is at fault for troubling me in her very personal matters but are of no importance such as this. I just smiled again and urge her to push the cart to the cashier so we can pay for the groceries. After leaving the supermarket, I keep on driving but not going back home. Instead, I take Monee to a huge Indian fashion outlet store. I lead her in and tell the young saleswoman there that Monee needs 7 sets of sari with blouse, and with a very low but still audible to Monee, I said, ¡§And please add 7 more pairs of petticoat for her, she needs them desperately.¡¨ Monee feel her cheeks burning so hot when she overheard what Steve had said to the young woman. But can do nothing but to thank him for his thoughtfulness and was glad that she had found such a tender employer. The young woman giggled and leads Monee into the back of the store then begin to select top of the line sari and blouse for her. Carefully the sales girl chosen 7 sets of silken and satin sari for Monee, each one elegant and to her even more shocks, expensive, each set is priced as high as her weekly pay. Monee whispered to me that she can not ever afford this and protested that she is here for my comfort and not hers. She was about to say more when the sales girl call out to her and help Monee choose her petticoats. The girl giggled and talked, she is quite a talkative one and telling Monee what a lucky woman she is for having such a tender caring man in her life and was quite envious of her good fortune. Monee wanted to protest but the words stopped at her lips and she finds herself increasingly thinking about me even when she is picking out her personal undergarments. After paying the bill for all the clothes, Monee thanked me and bowed, saying that I was being too kind to a lowly widow like her. I laughed and tell her that I could not have my housekeeper running around without clothes can I. She blushed and then smiled like a mother caught her little boy in dirty thoughts, and Monee is beginning to get more comfortable in my presence. On the way home, Monee finally mustered enough courage to ask me why I have chosen her out of all those young women in the line up. I simply answered, ¡§Because I like you.¡¨ Monee was no less shocked as when she was first told that she had been chosen, but this time she just lowered her eyes and whispered that she was grateful for all the things that happened. It is already mid afternoon when we finally reach my house, after carrying all the things into my home, Monee ran upstairs to her woman problems. I on the other hand, laughed and pour myself a glass of wine and slowly sipping it. Inside her room, Monee strip herself naked again, aware of the fact that her clothes are my gift and as she getting dressed, she can not but to imagine it was my hands that are touching and fondling her creamy skin. Her face red with lust and then shyness when she applied the sanity pad and can not help herself to imagine if it was my hand that is rubbing so intimately on her hairy cunt. As she dressed, the clothes hugged her body and she let out moans, thinking if those are my hands fondling her. Her mind is racing now, she knows she has developed a strong feeling for me, but yet her upbringing and the motherly sister feeling that clouded her mind, what will I thought of her if she offered herself, will I throw her out for such an act of lewdness. Will I accept. Or, was I just merely being good to a poor widow and was nothing else, how could she face me then. Her mind in turmoil but nonetheless Monee knows that she needs to face me. Minutes later, Monee emerged from her room now wearing a silken sari of ocean blue trimmed with silvery sides, topped with a pure white satin blouse with delicate embroidery on, her hair freshly oiled and her maang prominent. A thick gold mangal sutra hanging down her neck as she smiled at me, she was beautiful I said to myself, my effort was not wasted. I smiled and ask Monee to bring down all her old clothes, and throw them away into the bin. She did as told then came up to me, her head bowed low as she pressed herself against me. I smiled, and wrap my arms around her body. She said, ¡§I, you, you treat me so well Mr. Steve, I, I do not know what to say. I, I have nothing to pay you back for your kindness, except, except if, if you would like me,¡¨ Monee blushed as she continued with a barely audible whisper, ¡§I, I am all yours if, if you will have me as a mother, as a sister, or, or in your bed.¡¨ Her eyes looked down as Monee bit her lips, waiting for my answer. I laughed and pull her in closer, letting Monee feel the bulge in my pants made by my now hard huge cock. I brushed some strings of loose hair aside and said softly, with a mischievous tone in my voice, ¡§You are mine of course, you are my motherly sister,¡¨ Her heart is beating so fast, she can feel her heart is threatening to jump out her chest. I take her hands and letting her feel the shape of my cock through my pants, ¡§and you are also my woman.¡¨ Monee gasped, looking up at my young and handsome face, then rest her head on my shoulders submissively and nodded slightly, though still in her heart, she knew what she does now is against all her upbringing and traditions, and she may not be able to return to India, but now.., she is content, and a new day dawned in her life. An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 06 Chapter 6: Lust & Passion The delicious aroma of beef sizzling in the flat frying pan entered my nostril as I sit on a chair next to the large wooden dining table in the kitchen. Monee is busy with the preparation of our dinner. As she walked around, my eyes focused on her jiggling buttocks and huge tits encased inside her blue sari and white blouse. Monee busied herself with slicing, dicing, pan frying…etc. She feels happy, happier than she had ever before. Monee would steal a glance or two at me as she makes dinner. I would smile back and Monee would blush and return my smile before turning back to the kitchen counter and stove. Before the dinner is ready I take the time to go down to the wine cellar and select a bottle of 1997 Canadian ice wine, and bring it up to the dining room, and keep it cool in an ice bucket after I have opened it. Monee by now has finished making dinner, we would enjoy pan fried beef steaks, an Indian styled soup, and a stir fry of red/green pepper, potato, parsley, onion and sweet juicy mushrooms mixed with teriyaki sauce. The dining table is of rectangular shape with Monee and I sitting together on one side, I smiled at her as I pour two glasses of ice wine and give her one, “To your new life Monee, cheers.” Monee smiled, and said in a low voice, “Aye, and to my new, new lord in life, cheers.” We smiled and drink the sweet ice wine, and immediately feeling the alcohol heating our bodies as we eat our meal. I cut the steaks into manageable pieces while Monee now letting her motherly side let loose is practically feeding me from her hands and forks. My plan is working as I predicted, this woman will be within my grasp I said to myself, and I smiled to her while she use clean towel to wipe my mouth clean after I chewed down a large piece of steak and gulp down another mouthful of soup. To outsiders, we must look awfully a lot like a happy couple. She fed me morsels from her forks while I feed her the sweet ice wine from my glass, and every time I let Monee sip the wine from my cup I would stole a kiss on her lips and she would always pet me on my face telling me that was a very naughty thing to do. Monee laughed, and eat, and drink happily, the harshness of her previous life seem to be lifting off her shoulders. After we walk arm in arm into the family room and sit down on the soft carpet, leaning against the small mountain of cushions, talking and keep on drinking ice wine. I pull Monee into my arms and slowly rubbing her huge soft tits with my big hands through her sari, she breathed deeply and moans slightly with every squeeze. My hands playing and rubbing her body as her eager hands, trembling hard reached out and brushing my hair lovingly. Moans escaped from her luscious lips as I bend down and kissing her nipples through the white blouse, my hands moving down to her legs, and sliding upward to her creamy thighs, rubbing her gently. Panting, Monee stroke my cheeks with her palm and said in her lovely accented voice, “Take me please sire, take me so I am your.” I need no more encouragement as I parted her legs and pull down her petticoat, Monee stripped off her blouse and sari, letting her mature body expose to my hungry gaze, her face red with excitement but her eyes, ever soft and loving, pleading that I be gentle with her. I stand up and undo my pants, showing her my huge hard cock. Monee gasped as I kneel between her thighs, parting them with mine then rub my thick shaft along her hairy mounds. Monee moaned loudly as I lean on her body and greedily suckling on her large tits, nibbling on her nipples while I sucked hard like a baby. My tongue and teeth manipulated her nipples and making her moan in pleasure, feeling ecstasy shocking and flowing into her body through her suckled nipples. Her hands holding my head and pressing my mouth to meet her tits, she is moaning loudly now as her pussy flooded with thick juice and wetting my shaft. I grinned and thrust forward, sinking my thick cock all the way up into her tight hole. Monee gasped loudly, unable to catch her breath with the sudden invasion. She bit her lower lips hard with her white teeth as she feverishly tries to relax and remembering the lessons she learned when she was wedded the first time in order to accommodate the full length and thickness of my manhood. Her mouth drooled as she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist as I pounded deeper and harder into her body with every thrust. My hands are squeezing her tits hard, feeling the soft flesh bending to my will as I grind my bulbous cock head against her tender cervix. Monee moaned loudly and mumble something intelligible in Hindi. Her mind filled with ecstasy and lust now as my thick cock pumped insistently into her cunt, grinding and stretching her hole like she is a virgin bride to be. My hips are humping back and forth, driving my thick cock in and out of her pussy, and making loud sounds with every thrust. Mad with passion, Monee begins to meet my thrusts, “OHHHHHH GOD. Oh this is so good, he is so huge, so huge, oh yes, that is it, fuck me, fuck your motherly sister, fuck me hard so I can be your woman too, oh yes fuck me hard Steveeeeeeeeee.” She screamed over and over again in Hindi out of her new found lust and passion as I fuck her like an animal. I groaned and thrust my hips even harder against her body. My balls pounding against her ripe buttocks as I fucked her deeper and deeper, grinding harder and harder against her cervix. A trail of salvia is drooling down from her mouth as she takes all the thrusting and pumping in her pussy. The room is filled the scent of our sweat and juice, me and Monee fucked and sucked like animals in heat as I sink my cock into her hairy pussy again and again. Our bodies pressing against each other as Monee moaned and I groaned loudly with every thrust. I bit down on her soft large tits, leaving my teeth marks all over her tender flesh globes as her fingers clawing my back with my cock thrusting and pumping into her. Her long hair loose from her pony tail and spray on the carpet like the finest silk, her body covered with sweat as I fucked her hard and deep, plowing the depth of her body that was unexplored and left barren. Her pussy muscles clenched tightly around my shaft, squeezing and milking me as hard as I fuck her, we kissed, deeply on the lips and our tongues dancing together. My hands take on her shoulders, and pulling myself even deeper into her womanly body, plowing and fucking her pussy hard with every thrust. I groaned loudly, feeling our bodies tremble as Monee panted, “oh I am close, I am going to cum, I am going to cum sir, take me harder Steveeeeeeee.” With that, I thrust my hips forth and driving my cock ever so deep into her tight cunt and let out a loud roar like a beast as I exploded in the depth of her body. Jet after Jet of my thick sperm splashing against her tender, well used cervix, so hot are my seeds that Monee shivered and screamed out in her orgasm. Monee held onto me tightly as I cummed deeply in her, our bodies mingled together tightly. Panting, trying to catch our breath, we lay against the cushions, holding and hugging each other. Slowly, we fondled each other in our mutual afterglow. Monee brushed my sweaty hair ever so gently and kissed my reddish cheeks lovingly. “I, I have given all I have to you now,” Monee whispered, “My body, my chastity and my heart, I gave them all to you now Mr. Steve, please, do not leave me, and, and if you decided I am, I am not for you, then I, I will not know what to, to do.” Monee broke into tears as she looked at me, waiting and hoping. “Oh none sense Monee, you are my woman,” I said firmly, but gently, “never forget that, you are mine, and for as long as I am here, you shall be here too.” I grinned to myself, this is indeed a very good choice, her walls had crumbled and she is clinging onto my like a scared little bird, clip her wings and she will never fly out of my palm, or nurture her till she grow into a jewel, the choice is all mine, utterly, mine. I wipe away her tears and kissed her softly on her luscious lips, fondling her ripe buttocks. Monee blushed hard for her body still remembers the heated passion that my cock sends up her spine and the feeling of fulfillment it provided. Just then she realized something, and she bit her lips, something so important that she wondered astray in her thought. “My period, oh please, I can not, can not be pregnant, what, what will my parents think of me, what will everyone think of me, but carrying, carrying his children, have I not give him all I have. My chastity was lost to him, and, and his seeds filling my fertile womb, have I not always wanted to be a mother. Oh god please helps this poor devoted woman, tell me what to do, please god. I beg this of You.” Monee wondered what to do when drowsiness overwhelmed her and she collapsed on top of Steve and fell asleep. I held her body in my arms, grinning, and laughing, finally the body, mind and heart of this mature Indian widow are all mine. “Mayhap the contract will not be needed,” I said to myself, “But one never knows.” I keep my thoughts clear and looked down at my crotch, my cock still buried deep within her pussy. A devious smiled curled on my lips as I begin to contemplate what Monee would do if she is found pregnant with my seeds growing in her. “An interesting outcome, mayhap then the contract will be of some use,” I too, then overwhelmed by drowsiness, fell asleep in the family room, holding Monee in my arms as we sleep soundly for the night. An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 07 Chapter 7: The Morning After Slowly Monee woke up in the dim light of early morning, she stirred and then in the dim light she saw me holding her tightly in my arms and sound asleep quietly. She petted my cheeks lovingly and look down, seeing that my cock still buried in her. Blushed, she slowly get off me and making a loud popping sound when my bulbous cock head pulled out her pussy. Monee bits her lower lips as she felt the emptiness of her cunt and her swollen puffy labia, then she lay down next to me, looking at me sleeping peacefully, unlike the young beast that made passionate love and fuck her to wild abandon last night. Slowly, her hands trailed down her navel, then to her crotch, she was filled to the rim, so full after the wild love last night, and she knew it as a woman that she stands a chance so high to be impregnated after last night. Just when she trailed down that thought, I mumbled something in my sleep, and turned, my long hands hugging to her while my legs tangled wit hers. Monee smiled, ¡§What a big boy he still is,¡¨ and carefully moved away under my hands and legs, then she pressed her huge soft brown tits to my lips, instinctively I begin to suckle in my sleep. Monee moaned slightly, feeling my teeth nibbling and sucking, her eyes grow misty as her hands trembling, moving down and take my semi erect cock into her hands and begin to stroke me again. Her touch was gentle, and soothing, but her breath grow shallow as I suckled harder and harder in my sleep, seemingly in good dreams I pressed harder on her chest and suckled on her insistently. Monee felt her body burned with lust again, her moans became louder as her hands busying themselves with my cock. ¡§Mmm mmm¡¨ I slowly woke up, find myself suck on her big tits while she gives my cock a nice hand job. I lift my face and smiled at her, she lowered her eyes and said softly yet in a small voice, ¡§Good morning my, my,¡¨ she stopped dead in the water as she struggles to find a proper way to address me. Her mind is working fast as she tries to find a proper way to address me, but finding her in a quite embarrassing position. Her face flushed as she rests her head against my broad shoulders. A smile curled upon my lips as I pull her even closer to me and pressed my now hard like steel cock against her plump bottom, Monee gasped, feeling the heat radiating from my shift and into her skin. I smiled, in a quite naughty way, and have her face between my muscular legs while I hold a fistful of her silky hair. Monee was confused as to what I intend to do in a position like this, but she soon found that out from me. I licked my lips and said, ¡§Suck me Monee, suck me hard,¡¨ in a demanding and dominating tone. Her mind raced, she had never sucked a cock before, it was considered very, very slutty thing to do in India, and her rigid upbringing did nothing to help her in things that of sexual matter. So slowly she bends down, and takes my raging cock in her hands, and begins to lick along my thick shaft. I let out a moan, closed my eyes as I enjoy her wet soft tongue licking all over my cock. Then she opened her luscious full lips, and kissed the tip of my cock before she slowly takes my cock into her hot wet mouth. I pressed her head down a bit and she swallowed half of my angrily cock into her mouth, she almost gagged but manage keep on sucking. I moaned loudly as she begins to bob her head up and down on my shaft and using her tongue to lick all over my shaft. Her face was reddish with shyness as she sucked on my cock, but the submissiveness in her blood dominated her thoughts as she begins to behave like a devoted Indian wife and servant. My cock throbbed with her tongue and mouth working hard on it, and I groaned louder and louder, feeling myself getting more swollen by the seconds. I brush my fingers through her silken oiled hair as she bobbing her head up and down on my cock; she is inexperienced but nevertheless doing all that she can to please me. Her tongue is soft and wet as she licked me and her mouth so hot and inviting, swallow my cock whole into her mouth, trying to milk my shaft. I held on her hands with mine and slowly thrusting my cock upward to pound her mouth, Monee looked up, and in her eyes I read a motherly glance and submissiveness as she dutifully sucked my cock. I moaned loudly as Monee carefully nibbling my cock head, stimulating my body and sending electrics up my spine and making me moan loudly. My big balls tightened as I groaned, and then I grit my teeth, erupting all inside her hot mouth, though surprised, she quickly begin to swallow all the hot seeds splashing against the back of her throat. I keep on cumming for a good 30 seconds, and then I let out a sign as my cock slowly become semi erect. Monee begin to lick and suck me clean with her tongue again, savoring the taste of my man seeds in her mouth and nostril. Slowly we both catch our breath again and then take a quick shower together, Monee now wipe her body full with bathing cream and then use her body like a wash cloth to clean me under the shower, and I never let go of any chance to give her ample tits a squeeze or toying with the thick dense jungle of her pussy. Just when we wipe ourselves dry, my stomach growled, I laughed, ¡§Oh my, looks like I need to eat something quickly, my belly is complaining about my all work and no eat policy.¡¨ Monee laughed, and then blushed as she remembers all too clear what kind of ¡§JOB¡¨ I have been doing on her. After dressed myself in a short and t shirt, I walked with Monee to her room and watched her changed into a soft forest green sari with an embroidery blouse the soft color of cream. ] I pick up a fresh petticoat and walk over to Monee and helping her getting it on her, she said something soft in Hindi that I do not quite comprehend, and when I asked, Monee just smiled softly and said it was of an offering of gratitude to her gods, but I caught a glimmer in her eyes that it was not a prayer and something more sensual. Her thoughts were sweet as I help Monee get on her petticoat, and did not give up a chance to rub her clit with my fingers. Monee moaned softly and said in her exotic accented tone that I should get to work after she cook me breakfast then she should begin to do some clean up in the family room. I reminded Monee that today is Saturday, and I do not work on Saturdays, then I wrap my long arms around her waist, and nuzzling her neck, whispering and licking her ear, ¡§What do you say we have some more.¡¨ Monee gasped, and insisted half in Hindi and half in her broken English that it is not beneficial for a young man to be so, so indulgent in sex without any rest, but she shyly said with her head resting against my shoulder that if I so wishes, I can have her tonight. ¡§Awwww¡¨ I whined and she petted my cheeks like a mother, and I read from her soft sensual brown eyes, ¡§Be a good boy.¡¨ Following her, we get into the kitchen/dining room and I stretched a bit, and pour myself a cup of cold milk and while I am gulping it down, I keep my eyes hungrily on her very ample tits, imagining what it would be like to drink milk from her big fat nipples. Monee smiled and feel her heart lightens, she picked out 4 eggs, some fresh mushrooms which she slices into small pieces, then she begin to pan fry the mushrooms with the scrambled eggs. While she busied herself with the eggs, I place some toast in the toaster and heat it, taking out strawberry jam and butter from the fridge and place them on the large dining table. Then I go and pull the curtain aside, letting the bright sun shine through the windows, the house feels warm and welcoming, and the aroma of sizzling mushroom omelet in the frying pan is making me drooling with great appetite. ¡§Ding¡¨ I take the toast out of the toaster and apply jams and butter evenly on the toast and then cut away the hardened sides with a dull bread knife. The kitchen is pained with a very soft forest green, just like the sari she is wearing now, and as I looked, in the bright sunshine, she looks like an exotic goddess of the forest, ¡§A very naked goddess in my arms,¡¨ I almost said out loud when I feel the familiar stirring in my shorts. I take a deep breath and calmed myself, just in time to smiled at Monee when she place a plate of mushroom omelet on the dining table and sit next to me. Today she did not wear her bindi, maang, nor did she have mangal sutra on, in addition, she let her hair fell loosely on her back as well, they shine like the finest satin and silk combine together. I swallowed hard, and grinned, for indeed my choice had been right. ¡§Steve, the breakfast is ready for you sir,¡¨ Monee, seeing me lose in thought caught my attention back on food again. I smiled brightly and begin to eat with her. Monee ate slowly and was always ready to serve my needs and wants. Monee on the other hand, whenever her hips moved, the sanity pad rubs against her hairy pussy, and she could not help but to think about my cock plunging deep into her body, and plowing her so hard last night. ¡§It is my fate,¡¨ she thinks to herself, ¡§I, I have no chastity left, and, and my, my future now lies with him, my, oh my husband and lord.¡¨ Startled even to herself that she would recognize me as her lord and husband, Monee quickly finished eating and cleaned up the table, trying to contemplate her new recognitions. After breakfast I pick out a book from my collections and sit on the back door bench, feeling the sun shines down on the garden as I begin to read the book. Monee paced around in her room after she had cleaned up the kitchen, her hands constantly press against her belly, thinking what if, what if she is with child, what will she do. No, it is not possible, no man is that potent, but can it be. ¡§No,¡¨ she said to herself, it is not possible, we just had, had once, no man is that potent, can he. But it would not be so bad, carrying his children, had she not asked the gods to bestow children in her barren womb. But her family, oh how can she face them now. How can she ever hope of return to her home and family if they had learned of such shameless act. Was it not the duty of every married woman to protect her chastity and honor her husband. But here she is, giving up her chastity and acted out of lust in the bed of a young man with the age only of her younger brother, and even submissively recognize him as her new lord and husband, UNTHINKABLE. This is an act of madness, Monee finally faces the fact that her actions would and will still be condemned in her village and she will be disowned and denounced of any honor as a woman. Dismayed, Monee slowly pace down the wooden stairs, and looking out the window, I was there, sitting and reading. She bit her lips, and decided that she is here, and that I ¡§have¡¨ her, it is not her place to think of those things, all she needs is to be all I wish her to be, and that is her duty now. And if it will give her some small happiness, then let it be this way for her feelings for me intense and her previous life offered nothing but harshness and loneliness. An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 08 Chapter 8: Sensuality & Submission I half lie, half sit lazily in the sun, leaning against a large cushion on a bench that sits on the porch which looks out to the back yard garden. Holding a book in my hands, I read through the pages and enjoying the world of literature, I have a small round wooden table right before me with an empty tea cup sitting right on it. I am just about to turn to a new page when I hear her foot steps at the door the open into the porch from the kitchen, startled I look up, she held a tray with biscuits and fresh tea with her. "Tea and biscuit, Mr. Steve," Monee said in her usual soft and exotic voice then place the tray on the small round table. I caught her hand just as she turned to leave and have her sit next to me on the long and cushioned bench. I close my books after make a mark on where I have stopped reading then turned to Monee. She sits with her legs closed and hands resting on her laps, I lean over and kissing her exposed shoulder, feeling her supple silken smooth skin against my lips. Monee stirred as she turned her head and cup my cheeks with her hand in a way that will not be mistaken by anyone who is not blind as family bond. The love and sensuality now flow like tangible matter that can be grasped between us. I spoke softly, "Join this moment with me Monee, embrace this world that I am offering you," Monee turned, looking at me with a new light and understanding, a soft smile curled upon her lips. At that moment, in the glittering rays of golden sunshine love and sensuality had their best personification in this mortal realm of existence. Even I was taken in by such pure beauty, and a smile curled up on my lips as I pull Monee into my arms. She rested her head on my shoulders as I brushing her long smooth hair with my fingers. Her face is content and at peace, so was her mind, no longer was she in self doubt and confusion. The man she now lay against is her world now, and as she made such realization, the walls that imprisoned her heart crumbling down into ashes as gentle summer wind blow them afar. I begin to fondle her large soft breasts and feeling she stirred as her body heating up to my touches, obediently her hands reach out and unzipped my shorts as she takes my raging cock into her soft hands. I let out a moan as Monee takes my cock into her warm wet mouth and bob her head up and down, her wet tongue encircling my shaft as she sucked my cock with devotion. I moaned louder with every passing second that Monee sucks on my cock, my big hands slide into her blouse and squeeze her big tits. Looking down at her, and I see her red bindi standing prominent in the midst of her forehead and I suddenly pull out from her mouth and rubs my slippery wet cock head against her bindi. Monee gasped in surprise but lowers her head and let me roam wild to my wishes. As I begin to undress her, Monee blushed hard like a little girl and plead that we go into the house and said in her small voice, "Steve, please go house in, I, do any you want, please, no outside." Her face reddish with excitement and shyness, she is not used to being naked outside the house, but I would have no other way and she signed and nodded slightly as I undress her completely naked, and press her to lay down on the bench as I parted her legs and inhale the strong musky aroma of her womanhood. My eager fingers parted her forested labia as I begin to kiss her flooding womanhood, licking and sucking gently, Monee moans, never has a man done things that I am doing to her now. Her mind wheeled with every lick my tongue makes on her engorged clit; she knew she is aroused but now she is inflamed beyond reason, inflamed with lust. Her eyes closed as my insistent tongue pressing deeper and deeper into the tight fold of her pussy, licking and slurping up her sweet nectar. I grinned and rubbed my thick shaft along her slit till my cock is slipper with her juice, then I smear my cock on her face, wetting her nose and letting her smell the strong musky nectar of her cunt. Her bindi is now covered in a layer of pussy juice, and she eyed me, with slight disapproval in her eyes like a sister caught a little brother doing something mischievous. I laughed and then get between her thighs, thrusting deep up her pussy, pressing my cock in all the way to the hilt, until my crotch pounding against hers. I lean down, squeeze her tits tightly together, and greedily sucking both nipples at once, her nipples are hard as I nibble them with my teeth, her breath shortened as I continue my relentless push. Her hands holding on my head, brushing my hair with all her ten fingers as I thrust my cock deeper and deeper into her body, her back arched as her legs wrapping them around my strong body. We both grunted like animals, lost in the bodily lust, soft wind breeze against our hair as I groaned loudly and send waves of my seeds up her fertile chamber once more. I slowly lay next to Monee, resting my body against her ample bosom and she encircled me with her arms, now accepting me as her man in life, she now has a new focus and someone to cling on to. I on the other hand, grinned, my plan worked to its perfection, I will transform this Indian woman to be my perfect woman, submissive, devoted, sensual and obedient. I signed and rubbing her tummy with my palm she bit down her lips, thinking, and contemplating her thoughts. "My period, my womanly period has not come, could it be. It is supposed to begin today, Could I be with child. No, no it is too early to tell, and put everything aside, no man is that potent, but, but Steve is a young man, he is strong, so strong, oh god please guide me, what shall I do. What can a woman like me do." Lazily, and reluctantly I raised myself on my elbow and looking down at Monee, "It is time to get dressed Monee," I said. After we are once more fully dressed, I give her plump buttocks a squeeze and she look back with a glint of joy in her eyes, and I said to myself, "Naked Goddess indeed!" I take a look at the time, it is nearly 1:50pm, and I decided to go out for lunch, Monee agreed readily and was quite delighted to have a chance to sample some foreign food that she never had before. I quickly garbed myself in casual clothes and Monee need not to change since she is already wearing her sari and blouse. Though she went into the bathroom and carefully cleaned her juice stained face, and when she wiped her forehead clean, she can not help herself but to think on what happened. "Oh should I tell Steve what bindi means to me. But, But he seems to like it so much, oh and mangal sutra, and maang, oh god he was so interested in smearing his, his potent seeds and my womanly juice on them, oh what should I do." Her hand softly rubbed her slightly swollen belly, and smiled at the thought of my seeds growing fast in her, "Maybe, maybe if I tell him, he would not be, be so naughty, oh but how can I just ask him not to smear his, his seeds on the symbol of my, my chastity, since, since he already had my chastity." Just when she was seemingly lose in thought, the sound of my voice calling her take her out of the trance like state and she quickly cleaned herself and come out to meet me at the front door. While I drive to the restaurant street, I use one hand to control the wheel and the other rubbing her crotch, she instead holding my hand in hers and stroke my fingers, and said with a low voice, "Steve, you rest need, do, do not sex so much." I laughed and rubbing her hands and told her that I want to fuck her hard all the time. Monee just blushed and give me a long speech half in English and half in soft exotic Hindi that I should rest and it would be her duty to take care of me, her husband and lord, though that part she said it in Hindi, and I have yet to managed to understand her on the Hindi part of the speech. Shaking my head a bit, I laughed and keep on driving to our destination, a Mongolian Grill restaurant. The restaurant is a huge dome like building, all the staff there are dressed accordingly to Mongolian style, Monee looks around with great curiosity, and great admiration to the detail of Mongolian culture incorporated into the surrounding environment. Though her family poor, but Monee received good education from a retired professor in her village, and that I am quite thankful of, for without education, Monee would be just another poor housewife and not the one I have so carefully chosen. I grinned, but all those education did not make Monee more independent, instead the professor made Monee more dependent and submissive to men. I spoke briefly with the waitress at the entrance door and she lead me and Monee into a separate compartment, there are no chairs around, everyone sits on the floor that covered with soft carpets, rugs, and lean on cushions. Monee looked around, felt excited to be able to sample Mongolian cuisine. I pick up the menu and spoke briefly with the waitress awaits our orders, then she left after shutting the door behind her and give us some privacy. I pull Monee to me as I lean on a huge cushion and begin to fondle her, her face reddish again as she tries to regain her composure and telling me it is not appropriate for a woman to act in such disrespectful manner in public. I laughed, and telling her that we are in a private space¡Khowever, when I have not even finished the last word of the sentence, the waitress open the door and bring in a tray of milk tea and appetizers with her. Monee, who uses this chance to escape my grasp, now sits up straight and throw me a glance of mixed feelings and I just grinned when I saw her face flushing and so was her entire body. The waitress place a flagon of milk tea on the small wooden table along with the appetizers, specially prepared cucumbers, salads, and a thick lamb soup along with various sauces. I pull Monee to me again and we begin to enjoy the milk tea with the appetizers, the cucumber is crispy with the sauces, and the soup is delicious with chunks of lambs flowing in the big bowls. Mongolian music can be heard and enjoyed by everyone in the restaurant and after the appetizer, the main course is up, a grilled complete lab, it sits on a huge silver plate and on the plate are two sharp knifes and forks. The plate is held by two waitresses and they place it on the center of the room and bowed before they left us to our meal. I pick up the knife and teach Monee how to use it to slice piece of the grilled lamb and dip it in the sauce before eating it. The lamb is juicy and tender, and the sauces make the meal even more enjoyable, the cucumbers and appetizer are never in short supply. Monee was startled at the whole grilled lamb at first, but soon begin to enjoy this rather special meal, and she faithfully begins to slice off pieces of lamb for me. I chew on the tender juicy lamb and found my hands fondling Monee, and she would wiggle a bit but always let my hands playing with her as we eat our lunch. Monee ate the lamb with apparent joy as I drink the milk tea, it is very sweet and Monee appears to like this milk tea a great deal. Together Monee and I devoured the grilled lamb and eat till our stomachs are so full; Monee rubs her belly and told me that she can not eat anymore. I laughed and nodded, saying I feel the same as well. Later after we have paid the bills, we drive home lazily in the late afternoon sun. Monee sits quietly in the passenger seat and her palm rubbing on her belly as she begins to imagine what will it be like to feel a babe growing in her fertile womb, and what joy would it bring her. She knows she is fertile, but years of marriage had not produced a child with her dead husband, and she was often sad and ashamed to be childless as it is very important in India for a wife to be fertile and bear many children. Her thoughts wondered as her hands slowly sliding down till they covered her hairy crotch and she can feel the wetness of her body as her excitement and arousal grow. I turned slightly and smiled at Monee, then extend my right hand, slide into her sari and petticoat, my fingers first push the sanity pad aside and then thrust up her hairy cunt, Monee moaned, as her vagina muscles clenching tightly around my invading fingers. Her hands holding mine as my fingers persistently and skillfully rub and probe her womanhood, rubbing hard against that little g spot in her while my thumb rub her clit hard. Her body heating up fast, she tried to keep herself steady but her body denied her that as her body reacted to an orgasm, a jet of thick cunt juice ejaculated from the depth of her pussy, wetting my hand and her petticoat. Monee let out a loud moan, feeling her body wobble and like jelly as she lean back on the seat and turned to look at me, smiling a bit. I pull my wet hand out her sari, and she begins to lick and suck my fingers and hand clean with her caring mouth and tongue. I went back on driving and as soon as we are inside the house, Monee ran into her room and strip naked, I followed shortly as she looks down her damp and wet crotch, her jungle of pussy hair now wet and all tangled together with her slimy juice. "Steve, I shower needs," Monee said to me, with her head bowed, but I did not let her finish and take her to bed, spread her legs wide open as I begin to lick her hairy mound. Monee let out a loud moan as I licked along her slit and then pressing my hot tongue deep into her womanhood, licking and slurping up her juice, then sucking on her clit, nibbling it. Her legs jerked and then wrapping around my head, her hands holding and brushing my hair as I devour and slurp her cunt. Her body reacted to my tongue as she begins to orgasm over and over again; I keep on going till she cried out and plead me to let her rest a bit. Her dusky brown skin now reddish and her face flushed with a faint shade of red, I pull her to my arms and tell her that she is mine, all mine. Monee smiled and speak in Hindi to me softly, I was puzzled and asked her to meaning of her words, but she just smiled and closed her eyes to rest. Her mind was anything but resting, what she just said was something could not yet say to me, she was yet still shy with this young man who has became her world. The words she just said was, "Oh my young lord, to look at your young body brings me much joy, and I want to be the mother of your children my lord, let me be your motherly wife, let me be your elder sister, I will take care of you, my legs always open for you and I am fertile, accept me into your household, and let me be your woman, for I will serve you with the greatest devotion of a good Indian wife." An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 09 Chapter 9: A Dagger through Her Heart That night Monee felt her legs wobbling and shaking as she walks around the house and doing the household chores. After I have sucked, licked and probed her to orgasms with my persistent tongue, I managed to fuck her very hard with my raging manhood, fucking her with relentless thrusts. Our bodies were drenched in sweat while our juices flow down our thighs and staining her bed. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I held her ankles and pound her pussy very hard. The thickness of My cock stretching her mature womanhood while the bulbous cock head grinding insistently against the tiny slit opening of her cervix, against the root of her fertility that lies beyond it. She gasped again and again for breath as my mouth suckling hard on her large fat tits, nibbling her now rock hard dark nipples between my teeth. Ever so slightly I would tug her nipples with my teeth and Monee would gasp and moan loudly while she raise her plump hips to meet my thrusts. Her long silky hair by now is drenched, but still in the loose plait she usually arrange it into. I pulled on her plait, making her face lifting upward as I move my mouth, kissing and nibbling her tender neck while my cock grind and pound her hairy cunt very hard, and very deep. Monee let out another cry as her legs jerked hard and her arms wrap around my neck when she begins to cum very hard. I groaned loudly and rock my hips back and forth, slamming my cock to the depth of her cunt, pressing my cock head against her tender cervix as I groaned very loud and cum together with Monee. My cock erupted violently, jet after jet of hot burning sperm splashing against her cervix, so hot they make her cried out in orgasm as her body shuddered like a leaf. Later as we caught our breath again, we felt asleep with our bodies tangled with each other for a few hours, and wake up at late afternoon, early evening. Monee shakes her head hard a few times, trying to concentrate on her work at hand. It is already 8:00pm now, way pass the usual dinner time set by me. But the thought of the hot steamy sex this afternoon made her legs wobble and shaking still, and her skin, she noticed became quite smooth and silky. She stood in front of the sink, washing vegetables and prepare for cooking, but can not help to hold her legs together and in a vain attempt to keep my seeds from flowing and dripping out her hairy mound. As her thighs pressed hard together, she signed, feeling the undeniable change to her body after she arrived here, she bit her lips, deep in thought as she remembered the old teachings in India about how the body of a woman will change if she is sexually satisfied by a strong man. That made her face burn with lust and embarrassment, she stills harbor feelings for her dead husband and her upbringing made this matter worse with the emphasis of chastity of women. Her body and heart, she decided now belong to me, but her mind, in the dark place she kept shut and tried not to look, there the ever present customs of her upbringing lurking in the shadow, stinging her with shame and guilt. She wondered how her parents were doing. Her thoughts, though happier now, are still haunted and hang in mid air regarding her family, her only family back in India. After sharing the dinner with me, Monee excused herself back to her room while I sit on the couch and begin to read some magazines. Slowly she climbs up the stairs, but paused as she heard my call. "Monee, before you go back to your room, go in to my bedroom and clean up the bin and those wasted papers on my desk," I said with a casual tone that suggested nothing other than, what it means literally. She answered yes and turned around in the hallway toward my room. I grinned, "It is time she learns her place, yes, it is indeed time, let the scroll be unfold and truth be out. To what effect I wonder." I said to myself and catch the sound of my bedroom door opens as Monee step into my room to what awaits her there on my large wooden hand carved desk. The room is dark, and it took her a few seconds to find the light switch. It is the second time Monee has ever stepped into his bedroom, and what she did in her first time in there made her chuckle with embarrassment and shyness. The room is spacious, with a large window and silken curtains. She turns around and finds a large wooden desk set against the wall right next to the door, there are scrap papers, old news papers lying all over the desk, and a garbage bin under it was filled to the rim. Monee lets out a small sign and begin to clean up the desk and empty the bin, just when she gathered all the waste paper together on the desk, she saw something, in Hindi. Curiously she take a look and what she read shocked her and chilled her from head to toe, her body shaking despite all her cries for calm. It is a contract, a legal binding contract, written both in Hindi and English. With trembling hands, Monee reads through the pages and the more she read the more she felt there is a dagger slowly piercing through her heart as all her world seems to crumbling down on her. The contract summarized up to a short sentence, "we, the parents of Monee, here legally accepting $3 million rupees from Mr. Steve and sell our daughter in law, Monee into his household to do as he wishes. And with our signatures, she is disowned from our household and shall begin to serve Mr. Steve, entering his household immediately." Monee dropped the contract on the table, her hands trembling, her mind a blank, all she had was gone, and her family disowned her, and even sold her to another man. Her lips open and close a few times, tears welling in her eyes, slowly she turns around and tried to exit the room only to find me standing by the door, looking at her. Her lips trembles as she looks up at me and tries to speak, but found no words she can say nor ask that might ease her pain. The she takes a step forward, and slowly, very slowly leaned her head against my shoulder and begin to sob. I grinned, and open my arms to offer comfort and solace. "So the truth is revealed, now a new day will truly begin," I said to myself as I held Monee in my arms and offer her the comfort of my company. Both of us kept silent as Monee sobbed. For moments that seemed like eternity, I held Monee. Then slowly she disengaged from me, taking a step backward and looks up at me, her eyes were filled with confusion and mixed feeling. I stepped aside and gesture her that she should rest, Monee walked on the soft carpeted floor, her steps heavy just like her thoughts. Once back in her room, Monee collapsed on her bed, and covered herself under the blanket, now letting her sadness pour out as she cried out in the utter betrayal committed by her family. "HOW" "HOW" She kept asking herself, but finds herself unable to answer with even a single word. Just minutes ago, home and family seem so close, but now both are out of her reach for all the time in the world. She is alone, utterly, alone. Her hand went up to her ample bosom, feeling her heart ripped into pieces as tears flowing down her cheeks and wet the pillow along with the sheet and blankets. Monee cried and cried, curled into a ball on her bed as loneliness swept through her entire being. Gently and slowly I sit on her bed and pull her into my arms again, offering her solace and companionship in her hour of need. A flash of devilish smile curled up the corner of my mouth, "The ties are severed, the lonely dove now helpless, and alone, with no one else to turn to except to the darkness that engulfs her whole." That night Monee slept uneasily with me next to her, her hands clinging to me, afraid to let loose. Looking down at her face as she slept, "The wheel of fortune is turning and the wind of destiny awaits you, my slave Monee." I said with a slow paced glacial tone that will chill any living thing to the core of their core. All except Monee, who sleeps more soundly and feel secure that I was there with her, unaware that she was swallowed into a hole to which she has no hope to the light or climb out ever again. (After this installment, the speed of uploading stories will be greatly slowed as I am still writing and thinking. Hope to receive more feedbacks from all the viewers and I will be glad to hear any suggestions you might have on the story) An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 10 Chapter 10: Her Transformation Monee wakes up to the morning sunlight that shone through the windows, she lazily turned a bit and finds me lying next to her on the bed. Her face darkened a bit as she remembered the dread contract I have on my desk. She bit her lips, let her mind wonder what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her, “stay, be his slave, be his lover, mother, elder sister, whatever he wants of you will be better than what awaits you back in India, if you even have a home there to go back to.” Monee gasps, never did she realized that after last night the last line, the last wall crumbled in her, making her heart and mind vulnerable and open for suggestions. And I was here to hold her, to comfort her and now to a degree, I exerted control over her, putting an image, an essence that I dominate and control her in her mind. It is not strong, but it will no doubt affect her thinking and reasoning. Her mind, now freed from its previous boundaries and restrains, begins to see me as the dominant and central figure in her psyche. I smiled at her and tell Monee it is time to get up, and suggest her to take a shower and get herself freshened up. Monee nodded and after shyly place a kiss on my cheeks, she gets out of the bed and begins to undress herself naked. Now she felt natural to be naked in my presence, after she got naked, she step into the shower and turn on the water, letting hot water relaxing her muscles as she rinse her hair with shampoo. I grinned and followed into the shower; I stand behind Monee and begin to rub the underside of her huge soft tits, rubbing her large fat nipples hard. My raging manhood pressing hard against her back as Monee proceeds to finish washing her long hair and turned around, smiled lovingly at me. Her hands reach out and take my cock into her soft supple hands, stroking my shaft up and down. Then she kneeled in the shower and take my huge shaft into her wet mouth, sucking loudly, bobbing up and down on my cock, and using her tongue to lick all over my dick. I moaned loudly, and pull her face down on my cock, making her sucking me harder. Hot water splashing on our bodies as I enjoy her new found submission. She begin to slurp very loudly as I feel my balls tighten and ready to burst, Monee looks up and her eyes speaks loudly, “Please feed your loyal devoted maid your precious cum.” I thrust my hips back and forth a bit, fucking her mouth as I groaned loudly, and erupted all I have in her wet sucking mouth as Monee eagerly and hungrily swallow all of my hot cum. I groaned loudly as I cum hard, Monee sucked and licked my cock vigorously then let go of my cock and stand up, shaking, asking in a small trembling voice, “Master, did I please you? Did I do well as your maid? Am I your good devoted Indian woman?” Her sense of being and family was lost all in one crucial blow last, her upbringings taught her that woman should be a part of the family, to be loyal and devoted for it is their purpose in life, traditionally. What the contract designed to do, I grinned to myself, is to deal a fatal blow to her sense of belonging, making her feel alone, unwanted, betrayed, shamed…etc. To make her extremely vulnerable for my plan, to force her mind into a state of confusion and shock so I can begin to control her, to make her psyche recognize me as the dominant man, “the man” in her mind for her to put her devotion to. “Yes of course you are, you are mine!” I said in a soft voice to Monee and she immediately relaxed and her expression brightened up as she rubbed her breasts against my chest as her hands trying to take hold of raging huge cock and serve it with her body. She now turned into the very traditional thinking of Indian women, to serve men and be pregnant with his children, Monee now finds herself safe in the very traditional way, and she needs to be used in the traditional way as her mind wrapped around me in her psyche as the dominating man in order to cope with her loss of sense of belonging. The betrayal of her family left her mind a huge gapping hole and her mind was desperate in grasping straws in order to keep her from going mad and loses her sanity. “And I was there for her,” I laughed to myself as I pull her to me and have Monee raise her leg as I lowered myself and thrust my hips upward till I sank all my fat dick up her hairy mound, Monee signed, moaning as she wiggles her hips slight and trying to hold my cock in her cunt. I begin to fuck her slowly under the hot water, I can feel the tension build in my cock as I thrust my hips and slamming my manhood deeply into her body and plow her wet field very hard and deep. We groaned together under the shower till we are both spent. Afterward, Monee dried us with a big towel and murmured that she should get changed and prepare breakfast for me. I nodded, letting her has some time to herself will be quite beneficial for her, after all, I did not go through all these trouble to have her gone mad and insane and ends up needs to be institutionalized. Watching her slowly walking down the stairs I grinned, “Everything is going according to plan,” I told myself, now the cloak of darkness will truly engulf her as whole. As I walk downstairs to begin my daily exercise session, Monee hummed to herself as she begins to make a hearty breakfast. She is happy, a lot happier than last night, the betrayal of her family bit her so hard the specula almost fell from her hand. Must keep happy thoughts, must keep Mr. Steve happy, yes, focus on Mr. Steve, that is more productive, and that is good for you. She repeated to herself several times before go back to her cooking. Today she decided that she will make some shrimp omelets along with pan fried potatoes. She first heated the pan on the stove, then pour some oil, heat it evenly before she add the already prepared frozen shrimps and pour the scrambled eggs into the large pan. The egg and shrimp sizzling in the pan as the sweet aroma of food fill the kitchen/dining room once again. After intense exercising, I slowly walk up to the main floor and lazily strode into the kitchen, open the curtains and blinds, letting bright sun light come in through the windows. Monee said in a cheerful tone, “Mr. Steve, breakfast ready fast very.” I nodded and open the fridge, take a jar of milk and pour myself a big glass of it. I drink half of it down thirstily before I take my usual seat by the large dining table. Then I sip the milk, letting myself loose in the thought, in the moment and not to think of all those mind games, but to simply adore, beauty. Garbed loosely in a creamy yellow sari and a matching blouse, her curves are the gift from god to men. My eyes traced from her ample large tits down to her slightly plumpish waist, them to her ripe juicy buttocks, not exactly hour glass figure, but more sensual, more womanly mature. “Which is why she was chosen,” I reassured myself. I watched her buttocks jingle as she hummed in a rhythm that though is unfamiliar to me, quite pleasant to my ears. I closed my eyes, enjoying and letting myself drunk in this serenity. My mind wondered and relaxed until Monee tapped me on my shoulder and asked with an uncertain voice if I would like to have my breakfast now. She gets a nod as my reply then I leaned back against the chair and open my eyes; just by inhaling the wonderful scent of her cooking is enough to making my stomach roar with hunger. I smiled at her and have Monee sits down with me as we enjoy a good morning meal in relatively rare silence, both have much in mind but chose not to speak out at this moment. Monee ate her share quietly, but her eyes never left me as her mind focused all her attention on me. Then she felt something touching her legs, she looks down and only finds I extend my legs, caressing hers and working my way up toward her creamy smooth thighs. She smiled and opens her legs wide, inviting me to explore the jungle covering her now moist womanhood. She signed in pleasure as my toes rubbed against her slit, exploring her pussy with my feet. Begging for more she spread her legs wide open and almost throw herself onto my foot as I rubbed her hairy labia hard. “OOOOOH OOOOOH GOD…” Monee moaned loudly as her cunt flooded itself in response to her arousal. My toes persistently explore the thick mass of her fur, rubbing hard against her slit and occasionally press into her slippery and hot pussy causing Monee to moan ever so slight and bit her lips. Sliding my toe in and out her cunt, her hands now tugging tightly on her sari as her eyes half shut, her body leans back against the chair and her lips would part slight when she moan in ecstasy. Monee begins to moan louder and louder, she can feel her vaginal muscles clenching so tightly around his toe, and every time he pushes into her womanhood, she can not help but to tighten her body and welcoming his invading advances with her pussy. Slowly I pull my foot back and leaving Monee flushed and wet, her chest heaved and along with it, her big soft tits, her breath short and hallow as she tries to calm herself down. Monee flashes me a look then lowered her head as she tries to rearranges her sari to a presentable look, even though her arousal had already wetted it in addition to the big wet spot on the chair she sits on right now. I smiled then finish the rest of my omelet and potato, inform her that I will be in my room working and am not to be disturbed unless it is of dire emergency. She murmured yes before I head back upstairs into my room and shut the door close and lock it behind me. I sit on my big comfy chair and turn on the monitoring screen. On it I observed her movements and actions, and can hear her humming, whispering and murmuring. After clean up the plates, forks and cups, Monee heads back upstairs into her room. Since I am in my own room, therefore she did not think it would be much of a necessity to close the door fully, instead, she only shuts the door half close so in case I called, she can respond faster. She begins to undress after opening the closet door and take a look at herself in the big full length mirror, Monee takes off the wet sari, and carefully using a hairdryer to dry it. It dried fast under the hot wind of the hairdryer, and Monee looks up, looking at her body, naked from waist down in the mirror, and in the secret of my sound proof room, I laughed as I can see her clearly as well. She looks at her plumpish figure in the mirror; her hands measuring her not so slim waist line then trace the thick jungle that covers her body from navel down to her fat mounds. Her fingers brushing against her clit as her body shivered and a moan escaped from her mouth. She looks around, and then went to close the door tightly shut, but still so unaware that she can do nothing to escape my eyes. Monee slowly raise her right let up and rest it on her bed, then she use her fingers to spread her fat labia open, exposing her very moist womanhood and engorged clit. I looked on with great interest, wondering what she is up to now, “So what will you do now Monee? What are you going to do?” I asked myself. Then on the monitor, Monee walks toward the night stand next to her bed and pull open a drawer, taking out a small calendar book and begin to count the date and fingers, murmuring. I zoomed in on the calendar and switch angles, boost the sound reception in the tiny spy microphone, what I see made me grin at first and then laugh loudly. On the small calendar book, Monee circled her menstrual period and is now counting the date and time of her fertility. “It is close, so close, should I let Mr. Steve know? No. No. What will he think of you? It is good to keep it a secret, it is a womanly matter and unworthy of his attention. But…what will happen if I am bred and become pregnant? Pregnancy! Oh gods, will Mr. Steve be so disgust with me that he will throw me out? No, it can not be, had it not been proved in India that you maybe infertile and that is why you were unable to bear even a girl in all those years of marriage? But…but it could also be that my…my ex was infertile and that is why we had no children. If that is true, then oh god, all those…those fucking Mr. Steve gave me would have me…me impregnated in no time! Is it such a bad thing to bear his children? Besides, is it not a womanly duty to bear children? And if Mr. Steve owns you, then what was there to discuss in the first place? You are his are you not? But…But…” Her murmurs were as conflicting as her thoughts, which I played over my speaker quite loudly and clearly. “So now you are worried are you not my dear?” I grinned, “But thinking will do you no good, your mind is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a limbo, a circle of thoughts that will never reach a conclusion until I step in…” I open a small hidden fridge and take out a bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting dates and murmuring conflicting thoughts that reflects the great confusion in her mind…”And when I finally do, you will be completely, utterly, all Mine!” An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 11 Chapter 11: The True Game Begins I watched Monee on the monitor till she slowly put the small calendar book back into the drawer and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not bother to wear petticoat. My cock grows hard with the thought of standing next to her and rubbing my hand on her hairy mounds through the thin sari she wears. I grinned coldly and then pick up the phone, directed a call to my agent in India, “Find her biological family, track them down, have them gather, first let greed blind them, then tell them of her job, remember, nothing but the TRUTH” I told the agent, “Time to let her family do the dirty work for me…” After a long conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a casual blue Nike sport pants and a matching white t shirt, then proceed downstairs. Monee is already busying cleaning and dusting the house with a swifter duster and a garbage bag to empty the bins around the house. I looked at her plump buttocks jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood floor. I walk up behind her quietly and throw my arms around her bend waist and pressing my crotch against her buttocks as she gasped in surprise. She turned her head and look up, her face flushed and sweating a bit on her forehead where a red bindi sits between her nicely trimmed brows, “Ooh god Mr. Steve…I thought…” Monee murmured in surprise and partially because of she didn’t know what’s there to say as I press my encased cock against her buttocks. A smile curled up on the corner of my mouth, “Working hard, my all obedient servant and devoted woman?!” spoke though by me in a low voice, it sounded like a huge lightning had just exploded next to Monee’s ears. Stammering for a reply, “Ye…Yes Mr. Steve…” Monee replied in a rather shaky voice. I smile grew deeper and baring my white teeth like a beast who has its prey well under its pawns. I pull her to straighten up, her head reach only my chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the scented oil she uses to keep her hair shiny and arrange it into a single thick plait behind her head. Monee’s body shivers as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like great flame that consumes her mind. My hands pulled her long plait so she would look up and expose her neck. I lowered my face, first kissing her neck gently and then nibbling her. Monee moaned and wiggled in my arms then trembled as I bit her tender neck, her breath quickened and shallow as my hands slide into her sari, caressing her cunt with my experienced fingers. My teeth bit her neck hard, leaving bruises all over her neck and shoulders as well. She bit her lips as I take pleasure of her body as mine, her legs parted as my fingers advanced their assault and thrust deep up her womanhood. She moaned loudly, the louder as my fingers take her clit between them and rubbing it very hard, making her juice dripping on the floor and flowing down her thighs. My mouth feasted on her tender neck, biting her harder and harder. “Ohhhh” Monee cried out as she experiences a small orgasm and leaned back against me to keep her standing, her hands clutching my t shirt as she flashes me a very motherly, yet extremely submissive look. I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the family room and left her alone. Monee’s hands went up to her shoulders and neck, caressing the marks there made by my teeth and smiled, smiled happily. “Oh yes, he wants me…I am still his woman…Oh how I loved to be his, I am devoted to be his…” Monee let her thought wondered happily and hummed as she went on her daily household chores. Later as she finished cleaning and dusting the house, Monee takes a peek into the family room, seeing me busying with reading a book, she dared not to intrude and decided to take a walk in the warm afternoon sun in the back yard garden. She opens the large glass door opening into the garden, step out bare foot and inhaled deeply of the sweet fragrance of the flowers, the weather is very friendly, soft sunshine with gentle breeze that make a person simply feel…lazy. Monee sits on the lawn under the maple tree and enjoying the sun, it’s a lot better here, she decided. Here the sun is soft and gentle, while in India, it’s as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no escape of. She looks at the flowers and suddenly thinking about the wedding wreath of flowers there are of customary in her Hindu upbringing. With that thought, her mind begins to wonder, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like programming and hypnotizing. Flashes, images, sounds, and feelings coming in bits and pieces in those flashes of images and sounds, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious signs of pregnancy with a very large swollen belly. She can see her facial expressions are that of lust, and her hands, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge tits and milking them as hard as a man, a strong young man take her from behind. In the background, a voice, a commanding voice, so divine is its presence Monee can not help herself but to listen. As she sits and listen in a seeming trance, I also watched her from inside the house, laughing. Those spy microphones, also served as hypnotizing and subliminal messaging transceivers. Every night, as she sleeps, the show is on, programming her, changing her psyche. But nothing very strong and forceful, no orders, no commands, only subtle suggestions, manipulation of emotions, stimulate sexual drive…etc. It works like dripping water on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the hardest of them all. In addition, triggers were planted in order to let her see those images and enter a trance like state, while doing things totally of her own accord and wishes. I looked at Monee sitting under the tree, her eyes fixed and then she stirred, exiting the trance and looking around, remembering everything she saw yet unsure of what had prompted it. Then she turns around, seeing me and bowed her head like a slave as her face burned with the image of her pregnant and I take her from behind. “Pregnant…” She savor this word as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the things she saw were message from her Hindu gods, hinting her that she is destined to be mine. Monee murmured on as she straightens up, walking back into the house, unaware that a full hour has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a trance. She walk back into the house, and bowed very low, face still flushed, “So sorry I am, know not time pass fast…” I raise a hand and tell her it is alright, I simply need to stretch my legs after all the reading I had done, besides, it’s such a good day and I do not need anything at the moment. Monee smiled back and excused herself from the kitchen as I looked at her back, a very cold grin creeping up my face, “oh it’s a hint alright my slave, but not from your gods, they are from me, and from now on, I, Am, Your, God!” I spoke in a voice so cold that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not hear it. Lunch and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed good food and drinks, Monee took time to study various recipe books that I bought for her to read and draw upon, now she’s beginning to grasp many foreign and exotic dishes aside from her native Indian cuisines. After drinking tea and eating sweet chocolate cakes and biscuits, I lay lazily against the cushions in the family room while Monee plays the sitar for me. She sits next to me and adjusted her sitar on her lap before she began. She played a soft composition, as the rhythm progress, she begins to sing in a low and seductive voice, the song and the music combine into a perfect soft melody that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every fiber of its being. Monee’s face flushed as she sang, it is not a song that a woman should be singing to another man who’s not her husband, and yet she found herself unable to resist the urge and desire to play this rhythm together with the song. Her delicate fingers trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the rhythm and turned to look at me. She finds me leaning against that mountain of cushions and now seemingly asleep, carefully she put the sitar down on the carpet and moved close to me. Monee rocked me gently, “Mr. Steve? Mr. Steve?” she called out several times but there was no answer from me. Disappointed she looks down at my crotch, her eyes widened as she discovers that my cock is now hard and swollen inside my pants. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye lids slightly and observing what she will do. Monee swallowed hard, then carefully take off my pants just enough to expose my cock fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big pole. She runs her tongue over and over again on my cock and sucking hard on my cock head with her hands fondling and stroking my shaft and balls. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn’t there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a divine and absolute presence in her life. Letting go of my cock, Monee strips herself naked and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my thick shaft. I did not move, but only observed with great interest as Monee worship my cock and then get naked to service it. She sits her cunt right down on my cock and begins the rock up and down using her hairy mounds to serve my dick. Monee begins to moan as she feels my cock plowing her fertile womanhood, as she begins to murmur as she fucks herself on my thick shaft. “Oh my young lord, oh divine god, please accept your devoted subject and worshiper’s service, grand me your seeds! Make me yours!” she first whispered then her voice speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a chanting in Hindi. With the growing chant, her eyes become distant and hollow as her mind slipping into another plane of sub – consciousness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her devotion and mind. Monee groaned as she sits herself down on my cock, impaling herself and then raise her hips, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly open eye lids, an almost undetectable grin along the corner of my lips as I enjoy her wet and warm cunt surrounding my cock as she tightens her vaginal muscles to squeeze my shaft hard. Our muscles tightened with our impending orgasms as Monee chanted loud, over and over again like a robot as she uses her body to serve and worship me. I can feel my balls tighten and my cock swollen with my eruption close at hand, then I look at Monee more directly, grins into her seemingly blank stare and said in a low voice, “Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my cock and begging for more while you are self aware and conscious, until then, you will have no clarity nor closure!” Monee chanted on as she bucked up and down on my cock as we both begin to cum very hard, waves of her vaginal juice washing over my cock like ocean waves while jet after jet of my hot sperm splashing against her cervix like a big hose. Monee lets out a loud groan and then collapsed and passed out on me as I laughed, I holding tightly to me as I drift off to sleep. Only an hour or so later Monee awakes, she opens her eyes lazily, she felt like she was in a dream, vague, satisfying but with nothing concrete for her to hold on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my cock buried deep in her body, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her. She bit her lower lips as she pull herself free from me, making a loud popping noise as my cock slip out her sticky and moist womanhood. Monee held her thighs closely together and hurriedly pick up her sari and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a sign. She had by then guessed what had happened after she done playing the sitar and singing, but the details were lost to her, only vague images of herself riding on top of me like a shameless woman and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her ears at a distance. Monee’s face softened as her hand reach out, caressing my cheeks with her palm as she tries desperately to remember why she had acted like such a whore and slut, and how could she have forgotten her fertility cycle to have me load her again with the fertile seeds of my youth. Now shamed and confused, but on a strong sub – conscious level satisfied, Monee hurriedly ran upstairs into her room to take a shower. Her mind tried to grasp something solid in the dense fog, searching for clarity to no avail, “Why?” as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly. From the moment she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept silent and letting her confusion run its course, the more she tries to clear things up, the more she finds herself trapped and lost. “Only with me can she find clarity, if I choose to finally step in and take absolute control of course,” I told myself, “but she is not yet totally open, she still has families…but soon she will have no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to help her.” After the shower, Monee carefully take out an old, black and white photo of her family, her finger travels from face to face, her mother, father, brother, sister, aunt…etc, drops of her tear fell on the photo as she sobbed in silence. It had been quite sometime since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological family are common and almost a custom for women of her background. Then with the marriage came the hardship of life, she had neither the money nor the time to visit or call, but her fate and direction in life is certain, she is to live with her husband and his family, be a devoted wife and mother to his children. But now she has time, and the money to write or even visit them, yet she has lost something in life that can not be bought, she grew uncertain. Uncertain of what to do, her balance has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she stay and become a sort of concubine for me or should she pull her distance away, be a good housekeeper, maid, or motherly elder sister even, but not my woman. “Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub – conscious level, yet her conscious mind struggles in turmoil and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life for her,” I said in the silence of my own company in the family room, “Family will be what she attempts to clinging to, her last shred of hope in India, like the umbilical cord that connects mother to fetus, but it is time to cut the cord and let the baby fly…though fly into darkness she will,” I spoke with a soft yet chilling voice. Then, as the sun slowly going down the horizon, and Monee sobbed in her room, in the growing darkness of the house, my laughter filled the empty hallow of the place. Please give me your feedbacks, opinions, your encouragement will give me the fuel to keep on writing this story. An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 12 Chapter 12: A New Friend Monee sobbed and cried herself to sleep that night, and I was there to comfort her. I stayed by her bed and wiping away her tears as she drift off to an uneasy slumber. Afterward I return to my bedroom and give myself a good night of rest, the next morning I woke in as Monee knocked on my door ever so slightly. “Mr. Steve, meal morning you want?” she asked a few times before I finally answered her. “Yes,” I responded and get off bed slowly, scratch my head a few times before I get dressed in a pair of Nike sport shorts and open the door to greet Monee. She bows as she sees that I am awake, I blinked my eyes a few times to adjust to the light shining through the windows, “Morning Monee, I trust you had a good night sleep?” I casually asked. She opened her lips a few times in silence but then nodded. I smiled, did not want to press the issue and walk down the stairs with Monee close behind into the kitchen. There is a thick musky scent spreading through the morning breeze from her body, I inhaled deeply, and grinned wickedly. It has the same smell as her pussy juice; obviously Monee had tried to finger herself after she wakes up. Today she wears a red saree topped with blouse of the same color. Her long hair as usual is well oiled and arranged into a single thick plait behind her back, and no matter how many times I have looked at her hair, it never fail to arouses me beyond reasoning. As Monee bent over to arrange the table, I walk up behind her and hug her tightly around her waist, my hard thick cock pressing against her buttocks. She gasped and straightened up, lean back against my broad shoulder and muscular chest. I whispered to her ear, “I have news of your family, and my agent is gathering them together, and soon you can see them again Monee.” Monee gasped and drew a deep breath, her family. She was just thinking about them last night, how could Steve had known that she was wishing so fervently to see them all again? After all these time, she would be very happy to even just to hear their voice over the phone. I kissed her earlobe and speak softly, “My agent is gathering them together, clearing and getting the visas for them to visiting you here, I think you would be happy to see your parents, sisters, and brothers, right?” Tears welled in her eyes as she thanked Steve for his kindness and generosity. Little did she know that under the comforting smile, I laughed to myself as the web of deception being deployed and that her family will be the tool of her final and complete submission, “Family knows one best, well, or so they say”. I laughed to myself as I held her in a tender moment that we both enjoy. The days passed quickly as Monee happily anticipating the arrival of her family. During this time I took her out to get more saree and blouse. The sales girl, Sunita, is now quite familiar with us, and greeted us both with a sweet smile and gives Monee a hug. In return Monee hugged the younger woman and looked on her as a dear confident and a little sister. She is but 22 years of age and has shoulder long curly stylish hair paired with very light brown complexion with a slight tan. Sunita is about the same height as Monee, but appeared to be taller since she wore heeled shoes. Her body is slim and appears to be quite athletic. Today she dressed herself in a green Mumbai lehnga that is decorated with many embroidery and intricate patters. It is separated into two pieces, one the long skirt that goes all the way down to her ankles and the blouse with a long scarf that drapes elegantly over her right shoulder and left her flat, well tanned midriff exposed. She also arranged her hair neatly behind her head which make her quite a charming young lady to look upon, elegant yet warm. When she takes Monee to the dressing room, she gets into the cubicle with her as well. Sunita helped Monee take off her saree and undergarments, Monee smiled at her friendliness and find that she is becoming quite fond of the young woman. While the two make small talks as Monee tries on more saree and blouses. When Monee took off her bras, her huge soft brown tits were freed completely revealed to Sunita. The girl gasped with her hands involuntarily went up to her mouth in awe, she knew that Monee is quite well endowed, but never in her dreams would Monee be this, this huge breasted! In the well lit and mirror walled cubicle, Sunita can see Monee’s body fully, the mature curvy figure made she feel her slim figure are so, so girly and that she is like a green apple compared to Monee’s ripe womanly charm. She looks down at her 36D tits and compared them with Monee’s assets. Even though her own breasts fits her slim 5’ 1” frame well and even looks very large on her, but when standing together with Monee, her firm breasts are like grape fruit sitting next to a watermelon. “Oh, by the gods, Monee,” the girl gasped, her right hand covers her mouth in awe, speaking in Hindi, “By the gods you are so, so well endowed. Look at your tits. They are simply huge, no, they are gigantic.” Monee smiled and cover her tits with her hands slightly, revealing a bit of her unshaven armpits and said, “The women in my family are mostly quite well developed, so I suppose it runs in the family.” Sunita looked down at her slim figure and said, quite sadly, “I wish my tits are bigger and more like yours Monee. Mine are firm but seen so small compared to you, and I know men just love big tits like yours. And I bet Steve must love to fondle and squeeze them very much.” Sunita by now was a bit teary eyed as Monee noted how the girl’s voice changed when mentioning me, and thought that she might have a romantic interest in me since the first time she and me walk into the store. Then she smiled and blushed hard as she let herself remember and relive those moments of lust when I would fuck her with my thick shaft and squeeze, maul her tits in my big hands that drive her over the edge to a mind numbing orgasm. The lust and passion when she let herself loose in my arms and opens her legs for my manhood, and letting me sucking hard on her tits, all those moments made her legs wobble and turn into jelly. So deep was she in her own thoughts she did not notice that Sunita had taken off her green embroidery lehnga and is standing next to her naked like a new born babe. Under the light, Sunita looked at her body and compare her figure with Monee. She signed as she noted that her soft yet firm tits are in no place able to compete with Monee’s huge soft jugs, even though her tits are tipped with rosy nipples that are so sensitive to the touch. Also, like many young girls today, Sunita had shaved her pussy clean because swimming and as she looked at her puffy young womanhood she can not help but to think what it would be like to be with Steve, the young gentleman who is always here with Monee and apparently, the man in both the older woman’s life and sex life. Sunita let out another sign and said in a small voice that is only audible in the dressing room, “I really hope I have such a curvy figure like yours Monee, so that I can attract young man to me.” And in the girl’s mind she signed deeply and said, “But the one young man I wanted is with you and he did not even take notice of me.” Then she turned to Monee, hoping for some helpful comment from the older woman, but only finding her in a somewhat trance like state with eyes half closed and face flushed. Deeply puzzled, Sunita tugged on Monee’s arm and asked, “Monee? Monee?” Monee turned, and was wide eyed, greatly surprised to find the young girl naked and apparently comparing their figures in front of the mirror. Then she smiled at the young woman, hug her close and petting her cheeks lovingly, “Oh you are too young to worry about those things, Sunita, you are a beautiful young woman, men will be chasing after your like puppies,” Monee said it as a matter of fact, and made the girl giggled at the thought of puppies. Then Sunita looked at Monee’s underarm and crotch, noticing how much hair there are, and she wondered if the older woman have had shaved at all. The girl offered enthusiastically, “Monee, would you like to shave your armpit and pussy? It would be much more comfortable in the heat and would not give you that heavy a scent on your body too.” Monee gave it a bit thought and decided it would be a good idea to do so. With the help of Sunita, the two women giggled and tickling each other as the young woman carefully first soap Monee’s armpit and pussy in the rear bathroom of the store, then she begins to shave carefully with a razor. As Sunita shave the older woman’s armpits, she can not help herself but to admire the huge soft tits of the older woman. They look so full, so huge and so soft, she told herself, and look, her nipples are very fat, dark and yet sensitive to the touch, I bet Mr. Steve just loves to suck them hard. Monee bits her lips and try not to move as the young woman shaves her armpits, and with every breath she takes, her chest heaved and her huge soft tits would go on wiggling mere inches from the girl’s pretty face. Sunita inhaled deeply, finding for herself it that even she, a woman can sense and being drawn to Monee’s womanly and even on a level, motherly charm. No wonder Steve likes her, she told herself as she finished with shaving Monee’s right armpit and moving to the left. Carefully Sunita removed all of the older woman’s armpit hair and carefully rubbed some baby oil to prevent itching. After 10 minutes, the young woman washed Monee’s armpits with warm water and soap, and toweled them dry. Then Sunita begins to soap Monee’s thick jungle of pussy hair, her fingers trailing and brushing against Monee’s plump cunt lips and clit as she rubs the soap thoroughly. Monee’s eyes closed and moaned in delight, her womanhood is so sensitive and right now she can feel the arousing rising inside her body from the young woman’s seemingly innocent touches. She can feel Sunita's fingers brushes gently against her clit and run slightly into her moist womanhood as the young woman soap her crotch to prepare her for the shaving. Sunita too felt a strange heat rising from her own clean shaven pussy as her fingers tell her that Monee’s pussy is so soft, plump and incredibly tight. This feeling was new to Sunita as she never imagined that she would felt this way for another woman, especially a woman who is a lot older than she is. But she tells herself that it is all just a girl’s silliness and makes herself focus on helping Monee to shave. Slowly and carefully Sunita clean shaved the older woman’s body hairless just like hers. After shaving, she rubbed baby oil on the older woman’s crotch to prevent itching and razor burn. In a kneeling position, Sunita found that she just can not help herself but to look at Monee’s very fat dark brown cunt lips and how alluring they are to even a young woman like herself. Her eyes greedily taking in how ripe Monee’s womanhood is and how swollen the older woman’s clit is from her thoughts of the steamy fuck session with me. Sunita licked her lips, fighting and struggling with great difficulty to tear her eyes from Monee’s body and tell the older woman that everything is done. Monee smiled at the young woman and thanked her for the help. Then Sunita gets up and pick up a large dry towel, turned to face Monee and begins to dry their bodies, and she can not help herself but to instinctively rubbing her tits against Monee’s. Monee’s face reddened, as she did not expect the young girl to do something like this. She knows that at times when men are away, women would need to, say comfort each other, but that mostly happens with widows or when husbands are away for extended period of time, which both are not applicable with Sunita. However, as Sunita keeps on rubbing their tits against each other, Monee can feel herself getting aroused as well. Sunita lets go of the towel as she begin to feel the wetness between her thighs. Slowly, driven by instinct she knelt before Monee and begins to suckle on the woman’s huge tits and fat nipples. She suckled hard and her hands went up to cup Monee’s breasts then squeezing them tenderly like babes. Monee signed softly and hold the young girl close, caressing her and brushing her hair with her own fingers. She begins to moan as she feels the wetness of her womanhood grow. Her hands begin to caressing Sunita’s firm breasts as well. Sunita lets go of Monee’s tits and stand up, her face flushed like Monee’s with sexual arousal, and a bit more shyness as she uses her hands to squeeze the older woman’s tits and rubbing on the moist, hair covered cunt. Monee leaned against the wall as her vagina clenching around the girls probing fingers while her own hands explored Sunita’s tight pussy. She feels the young woman’s cunt squeezing around her 2 fingers so tight it is hard for her to withdraw while her other hand begin to pull and pinch on Sunita’s nipples. Both woman let out moans and are purring with delight as they worked harder to make each other achieve orgasm. With their fingers probing each other’s pussy and squeezing breasts, Sunita now looking at Monee in a new light as a lover and no longer jealous of her relationship with me, as she feels so close to the older woman and hoping that this can last longer. The young woman closed her eyes as she feels Monee’s fingers pressed harder and deeper into her bald pussy and insistently rubbing against her clit. Skillfully Monee rubbed hard on the girl’s engorged clit and probed her pussy deeply, making the already aroused young woman let out a cry as she begin to quiver in her first lesbian orgasm. Monee kept probing and rubbing the girl’s pussy until Sunita collapsed on the floor, her body still shaking from the orgasm. Monee slowly sit down on the floor and guide the young woman’s mouth to her own densely haired mounds, and Sunita immediately begin to lick Monee’s cunt, licking and sucking on the older woman’s clit while she works her fingers on Monee’s tight rose bud and hard nipples. Sunita slurped hungrily at Monee’s cunt and eagerly, greedily swallow mouthfuls of the older woman’s nectar. She tried to press her wet tongue into Monee’s pussy and sucking out all the moisture that flooded her new lover’s pussy. Letting out a cry of ecstasy, Monee caressed the younger woman’s body as her vagina spasm and begin to climax from the stimulation. Sunita eagerly licked Monee’s pussy and slurping up all the wetness from the older woman’s climaxing cunt. She felt so good with the older woman and the orgasm she received was better than what she had ever experienced before. Satisfied, Sunita and Monee hugged each other as they enjoy the mutual afterglow with more caressing and fondling. Sunita lays her head against Monee’s huge soft tits while Monee caressing her young body. She purred in delight like a kitten and curled in Monee’s arms. Monee looks down at the body of the young woman, now quite lovingly as she gently caress the girl’s shoulder long hair. She can tell that the young woman has now grown very fond of her and she smiled, and telling herself that she would indeed enjoy this relationship, “If my lord husband permits it, of course.” And maybe, she thought, maybe she will become a member of the household. The young woman is certainly very beautiful, attractive and unwed, thus available for a proposal, and with their relationship, they will not fight for my favor, but will share it. Then Monee noticed the time and look down at Sunita before teasingly give the girl a slight slap on the buttocks, telling her that she should not let me wait too long out there. After quickly getting themselves dressed, the two walk out the dressing room. Both are giggling and face flushed as they walked toward me, and Monee smiled, telling me that they are finished and Sunita was a very BIG help. Sunita blushed as I smiled and thanked her, then giving her my business card that has both my house and cell phone number printed on, telling her that if she would like to meet me or Monee, she can call us anytime. The young woman was stunned at her good luck, and stammered that she will “definitely” call us. Then I turned to Monee, smiling softly, “And Monee, you can go out with Sunita during your free time if you wish. I know it is best you have some WOMAN friends here.” I especially stressed the point of woman while talking with her and enjoying the surprised look of, “HE KNOWS,” that both woman have on their faces. Monee beamed and smiled, telling Sunita that she will be waiting for her call, and whispered to the young woman affectionately that she would love to have her as a close woman friend, and giggled when the girl blushed and muttered that she will love that as well. We left the store in good spirit after paying for the saree, blouse and some undergarments. That evening, we enjoyed a good Japanese dinner before going back home with out bellies full, and go to rest early that night. The next day Monee begins to prepare for her family’s arrival, even though it will be another week before they arrive at the airport. Life is quiet and peaceful. During the night as I bath, Monee would wash me from head to toe in the large whirl tub and I would always suckle on her huge soft tits and she would gasp and hold my head to her ample breasts as her hands wash my body. Monee is submissive, and with my manipulations, she now becomes very submissive to me and me alone, and by the time her family arrives, she will look and behave normally except that inside she is a slave to me, and I the master to her, all except the final step, to cut her off from her family for that is one thing she still harbor hopes in India. During the week Sunita and Monee would call each other, and chatting happily, sometimes even go out for a good meal and some fun shopping as well. Sunita was very happy with Monee and quite open to talk about what she feels for her as well. The two could spend hours drinking tea and having biscuits, and of course, chatting for hours no end. The topics of their nearly endless chattering are of fashion, jewelries, and of course, their love life. One afternoon, the two meets in my place as I am working upstairs and Monee happily greeted the girl and invite her into the house. Monee was dressed in a simple cream white shalwar kameez with her hair arranged in a loose plait on the left side. Furthermore, she is completely naked underneath the thin cloth and her very prominent chest would heave and jiggle with every move she makes. Sunita on the other hand is dressed in a pair of skin tight black leather pants topped with white blouse with a silken scarf around her neck. She looks very much different from the traditional looking yet attractive girl in the fashion store, but still a stunning beauty. She smiled at Monee and hugged her in mutual greetings before she looks at the older woman more closely. Gone was the mangal sutra and maang, Monee now dressed as a single woman who is unwed, which in Hindu culture is not only unusual, but abnormal, and Sunita was to say simply, very surprised, though not shocked as some might. After sitting themselves comfortably in the family room as Monee serves tea and some hand foods, Sunita told Monee that she have had young men asking her out and even went as far as proposing marriage to her, but she just was not interested till she saw me walked in the store with Monee. “Monee, are you and Steve married? I mean…I do not mean to pry, but, I…” Sunita murmured to the older woman as she tries to get clear the nature of my relationship with Monee. Obviously Sunita feels torn in half, she loves Monee dearly but at the same time, she fantasizes me to be with her. And at times, a wild idea arises in the girl, “Why not share me with Monee,” she thought to herself sometimes, “Certainly Monee would not object. Or would she?” An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 12 Monee was surprised by the young woman’s question, but not at all shocked. She smiled and said, softly, “Mr. Steve is my life, he is my lord in life and I would obey whatever he wishes me to do. My body, mind and heart are his, but no, I have not the honor and pleasure to be his wife.” As Monee answers, Sunita looked at Monee, eyes wide with wonder. The young woman was certainly very surprised that Monee believes and behaves in such an old fashion and very conservative fashion toward me. Though Monee ensures her that she is willing and very content in this relationship, and proud to be a member of my household. “Oh, do not worry about me my dear girl, I am happy in my life and am very content,” reading the girl’s expression, Monee smiled and pet the girl’s hand to comfort her, “You like Mr. Steve a lot do you not Sunita?” Caught red handed, the girl’s face was red with embarrassment,” as she stammers for an answer. Monee smiled, and takes the young woman’s hands into hers, whispering in a small voice, “If you like, I can introduce you to Mr. Steve better, and I assure you, he is a caring and gentle lover.” Monee smiled to herself, and is feeling very proud that she has found a way to keep everything together. “If my lord weds Sunita and I become the maid, then, then there will not be anyone suspecting our relationship, oh god this is so good.” Monee smiled at the sweet thought. Very surprised, Sunita looks up at Monee, and smiled, said that she would love that as well. The two spent the whole afternoon talking happily and making plans for Monee’s proposal. They giggled, then kissed and hugged each other before Sunita has to leave and made plans for a good evening out for all three of us sometime after Monee’s family arrives here. Their affection for each other grows and I permit it to happen, knowing very well that Monee is my devoted slave. And in a very short time, both women have become friends, lovers and sisters. That of which I am quite pleased with. I enjoyed burying my big cock inside her mature ripe cunt. I fucked her in various places and poses, inside the tub, on my bed, in the kitchen with her bending over the table…etc. Every one of our little fuck sessions, Monee would scream out in ecstasy as she wiggle her hips to meet my cock, and I would hold her soft tits and squeeze them hard. I love the scent of her hair drenched with sweat as I fuck her deep and had, then fill her body to the rim with my hot cum. Every time Monee would scream out in her orgasm and collapse in my arms, forgetting her worries of pregnancy whenever she is with me. And days sure do pass by fast when one is having fun, and the day finally arrives as her family landed at the airport, and is driven to my place with my private limousine and driver.