Sen had not yet come and Reddi ji was still engaged in conversation with mother. I tried to over hear as he was telling her how desperate Tinny appeared while Mrs. Sen met her six months back was and she loosing her studies always remembering her daddy.
Few minutes after Mr. Sen too came back in room and to that cozy sofa on my right. He was thoughtful but did not feel interested in conversations of his friend boss with my mother.
Little later Reddi ji stood from that stool near my mother and walked to his place at left of Sen on that large sofa. - -
We passed fifteen more minutes like that before Mrs. Sen appeared from gallery Ruchi following her. Her face had visible redness and her eyes were loaded and down. Mrs. Sen had a try in her hand with a bottle of whiskeys, a soda maker and a jar perhaps for ice. Ruchi held smaller try that had few glass pegs. She had carefully warped her black duppata over her bosoms and taking it through her armpits had made a knot near her waist.
They came to black glassed center table and put the trays. I saw their hips flatten a bit as they bent. There was no comparison available for my wife. I saw Reddi ji was hiding his eyes from my mother and was looking in extreme lust at her hip mounds covered in that black kurta.
Mrs. Sen opened the bottle and made six pegs, three large and three tiny for women. She put each glass successively below the tap of soda machine and filled glass with bubbling liquid by pressing the knob each time.
Kneeling further she placed them one by one in try and gave the tray to Ruchi to serve them.
My wife hesitantly held that in her hands and walked to Reddi ji.
Keeping her eyes down she walked towards him sitting at extreme right on male's side. Before she could make an move Mrs. Sen said, "Mrs. Jay, please aunty first!"
She tried to smile and avoiding her eyes turned back and walked towards mother. I couldn't hold me straight on seat as she held the try before my mother for her to pick a glass.
Was that the real turning point for our family? It was unimaginable and unbelievable that daughter in law of a conservative family like ours would serve drinks to her mother- in- law and that too to cheer a man who was asking permission from her to sleep with her.
Mrs. Sen had suggested her not to wear bra as a farewell treat to Reddi ji. She was initially averse to it but now while she came out from gallery, the way she had rearranged her duppata over her busts and done a knot near waist suggested that she be with out bra.
As mother looked at tray containing wineglasses, I saw a blush coming to her face and after initial hesitation she picked a glass containing tiny peg. Elder lady held that in her hand for a while and than placed that on the mica mounted wooden stool available just to her right.
Ruchi then turned back and gracefully walked, swaying her sensual hips slowly in tight black kurta, to Reddi ji who sat diagonally opposite to mother. I saw my wife's face had again began to melt in the heat building in that room. She stood before him holding that try and kept her seduced eyes cemented to floor.
Reddi ji had stretched his legs. From my place I could feel large contours of his testicles in his loose pant and his huge penis lines visible along his thigh.
He picked up larger peg and held that in his hand and tried to make an eye contact with her but she effortly avoided looking at him. He seemed disappointed but had the least idea of that hot air that had blown from our married windows to him during last two days only!
With her eyes cemented to ground she looked as if she was wedded to him only a night before. Moving her to left she served drinks to Mr. Sen and then to me. I deliberately touched her fingers while picking the glass.
Ignoring my touch, she walked back to ladies side. Mrs. Sen beamingly, picked one wineglass and my wife put the tray on the center table but leaving her glass in that and sat on side of Mrs. Sen. Her neighbor smiling saw this and kneeling forward picked that glass and gave it to Ruchi.
Mrs. Sen was just to raise her glass for cheers but she saw that mother's glass was not in her hand. She turned to her and pleaded more from her eyes than her lips; she spoke, "Please aunty..." Mother picked glass and held in her hand. Mrs. Sen raised her glass high followed by all with a chorus cheers for Reddi ji's journey.
Mrs. Sen leaned towards mother and softly took her glass from her hold and took it to her lip. Mother hesitantly sipped and there was a clapping by all.
My wife was looking all that in amazement and in meanwhile had kept her glass again on the center table. Mrs. Sen again leaned to table and picked that and saw at my wife with a mock fury. Ruchi was apparently nervous even to touch that.
Mrs. Sen looked in her eyes and took her tender hand to hold it and guided that to her lips. Ruchi looked around and saw all were curiously looking at her.
My wife's lady neighbor tapped her arm and she waveringly sipped minute content but her friend managed to have her larger taste of that. There was a sudden applause supported by clapping by all except mother who looked fondly at her. Ruchi had usual first timer cough even with that premier blended sherry sweet Irish whiskey. I saw mother taking another sip.
Few minutes followed before the old servant appeared with a majestic China made tray having four nice china white large plates with whiff hot snacks and a bundle of similar small plates and full of cutlery in side slot of the tray. He put all stuff one by one on the center table from the tray and then leaving the tray temporarily on a side table rearranged small glass mini stools before each one.
Finishing that he went back to kitchen with that empty tray.
The look told that the large plates had all rich non-vegetarian stuff except one that had fried dry fruits.
Mrs. Sen got up and took two plates in her hands, one had fried fish cuts and other was roasted chicken soft legs. Ruchi also followed her and took remaining two plates in her hands. One of them had liver like pieces and in other fried slated dry fruits arranged tastily.
Mrs. Sen began from mother while my wife first went to Reddi ji. The fleshy snacks were served to all by these two sexy ladies. My wife took only few soft liver pieces in her plate while mother preferred fried fish parts. As expected men filled their plates with meaty stuff and some dry fruits.
The whiskey was nicely blended and gave super sensation. The other meaty preparations were quite tasteful and became more delicious in that heated room. Mr. Sen was more concentrating on wine and fish cuts. Reddi ji however was slow and liked chicken legs more than drinking.
I saw now Ruchi was doing well with other two ladies and slowly sipped quarter of the contents of her glass. She was not so un-relishing the taste of that naughty liquid.
Mr. Sen turned his face left and leaning whispered in my ear, " Reddi ji is quite happy. I was not listening his conversations with your mother, I hope you all have reached at some point?"
I said looking straight, " Probably she may now come and live with him"
"How on earth! She was shaky to death. " He said hardly audible even to me.
In between Reddi ji frequently made serious conversations with Mr. Sen mostly regarding products and foreign buyers he was likely to meet.
Sen did best justice to drinks and he was the first to finish followed by Reddi ji and me. Mrs. Sen got up and refilled Reddi ji's glass without asking him followed by mines and her husband's glass. While Sen and I were busy with alcohol, I found that though Reddi ji also seemed occupied with drinks but he had not taken even a drop from that refill.
To my amazement Reddi ji was holding that wineglass in his hand and intermittently engaged with Mr. Sen at his left, but from his heart he was completely absorbed in my wife's beauty. Ruchi also appeared well composed now.
She had crossed her thighs over each other and was sitting sinking her back in the spongy sofa back. That had tightened her duppata over her busts and that made her mounds protruding as concave globes. By crossing her thighs her right thigh had raised quite high from sofa seat and the slit in the side of her kurta had sexily exposed her wrapped thigh rounds.
Her neighbor lady in sexy blues was having slow conversation with my mother. Both had glasses held in long ladies fingers.
Ignoring Mr. Sen momentarily, I applied my eye corners towards my wife but careful not to make her conscious of that and bring same uneasiness to her again. She was sipping liquid with liver pieces in improved taste and at every unintentional chance her eyes met with Reddi ji. Her face had same dizzier look. Reddi sat stretched on cushion with wide legs.
This time their eyes met decisively for longer time and I saw Ruchi swallowing salvia few times. She sunk her head more in back pad and dizzyingly half closed her eyes. Her face was becoming intoxicated every minute and appeared a basin of sexual passion. If that was any indication for my lady loosing her efficacy to resist him any more I thought that she had already accepted him as her man.
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Few minutes after Mr. Sen too came back in room and to that cozy sofa on my right. He was thoughtful but did not feel interested in conversations of his friend boss with my mother.
Little later Reddi ji stood from that stool near my mother and walked to his place at left of Sen on that large sofa. - -
We passed fifteen more minutes like that before Mrs. Sen appeared from gallery Ruchi following her. Her face had visible redness and her eyes were loaded and down. Mrs. Sen had a try in her hand with a bottle of whiskeys, a soda maker and a jar perhaps for ice. Ruchi held smaller try that had few glass pegs. She had carefully warped her black duppata over her bosoms and taking it through her armpits had made a knot near her waist.
They came to black glassed center table and put the trays. I saw their hips flatten a bit as they bent. There was no comparison available for my wife. I saw Reddi ji was hiding his eyes from my mother and was looking in extreme lust at her hip mounds covered in that black kurta.
Mrs. Sen opened the bottle and made six pegs, three large and three tiny for women. She put each glass successively below the tap of soda machine and filled glass with bubbling liquid by pressing the knob each time.
Kneeling further she placed them one by one in try and gave the tray to Ruchi to serve them.
My wife hesitantly held that in her hands and walked to Reddi ji.
Keeping her eyes down she walked towards him sitting at extreme right on male's side. Before she could make an move Mrs. Sen said, "Mrs. Jay, please aunty first!"
She tried to smile and avoiding her eyes turned back and walked towards mother. I couldn't hold me straight on seat as she held the try before my mother for her to pick a glass.
Was that the real turning point for our family? It was unimaginable and unbelievable that daughter in law of a conservative family like ours would serve drinks to her mother- in- law and that too to cheer a man who was asking permission from her to sleep with her.
Mrs. Sen had suggested her not to wear bra as a farewell treat to Reddi ji. She was initially averse to it but now while she came out from gallery, the way she had rearranged her duppata over her busts and done a knot near waist suggested that she be with out bra.
As mother looked at tray containing wineglasses, I saw a blush coming to her face and after initial hesitation she picked a glass containing tiny peg. Elder lady held that in her hand for a while and than placed that on the mica mounted wooden stool available just to her right.
Ruchi then turned back and gracefully walked, swaying her sensual hips slowly in tight black kurta, to Reddi ji who sat diagonally opposite to mother. I saw my wife's face had again began to melt in the heat building in that room. She stood before him holding that try and kept her seduced eyes cemented to floor.
Reddi ji had stretched his legs. From my place I could feel large contours of his testicles in his loose pant and his huge penis lines visible along his thigh.
He picked up larger peg and held that in his hand and tried to make an eye contact with her but she effortly avoided looking at him. He seemed disappointed but had the least idea of that hot air that had blown from our married windows to him during last two days only!
With her eyes cemented to ground she looked as if she was wedded to him only a night before. Moving her to left she served drinks to Mr. Sen and then to me. I deliberately touched her fingers while picking the glass.
Ignoring my touch, she walked back to ladies side. Mrs. Sen beamingly, picked one wineglass and my wife put the tray on the center table but leaving her glass in that and sat on side of Mrs. Sen. Her neighbor smiling saw this and kneeling forward picked that glass and gave it to Ruchi.
Mrs. Sen was just to raise her glass for cheers but she saw that mother's glass was not in her hand. She turned to her and pleaded more from her eyes than her lips; she spoke, "Please aunty..." Mother picked glass and held in her hand. Mrs. Sen raised her glass high followed by all with a chorus cheers for Reddi ji's journey.
Mrs. Sen leaned towards mother and softly took her glass from her hold and took it to her lip. Mother hesitantly sipped and there was a clapping by all.
My wife was looking all that in amazement and in meanwhile had kept her glass again on the center table. Mrs. Sen again leaned to table and picked that and saw at my wife with a mock fury. Ruchi was apparently nervous even to touch that.
Mrs. Sen looked in her eyes and took her tender hand to hold it and guided that to her lips. Ruchi looked around and saw all were curiously looking at her.
My wife's lady neighbor tapped her arm and she waveringly sipped minute content but her friend managed to have her larger taste of that. There was a sudden applause supported by clapping by all except mother who looked fondly at her. Ruchi had usual first timer cough even with that premier blended sherry sweet Irish whiskey. I saw mother taking another sip.
Few minutes followed before the old servant appeared with a majestic China made tray having four nice china white large plates with whiff hot snacks and a bundle of similar small plates and full of cutlery in side slot of the tray. He put all stuff one by one on the center table from the tray and then leaving the tray temporarily on a side table rearranged small glass mini stools before each one.
Finishing that he went back to kitchen with that empty tray.
The look told that the large plates had all rich non-vegetarian stuff except one that had fried dry fruits.
Mrs. Sen got up and took two plates in her hands, one had fried fish cuts and other was roasted chicken soft legs. Ruchi also followed her and took remaining two plates in her hands. One of them had liver like pieces and in other fried slated dry fruits arranged tastily.
Mrs. Sen began from mother while my wife first went to Reddi ji. The fleshy snacks were served to all by these two sexy ladies. My wife took only few soft liver pieces in her plate while mother preferred fried fish parts. As expected men filled their plates with meaty stuff and some dry fruits.
The whiskey was nicely blended and gave super sensation. The other meaty preparations were quite tasteful and became more delicious in that heated room. Mr. Sen was more concentrating on wine and fish cuts. Reddi ji however was slow and liked chicken legs more than drinking.
I saw now Ruchi was doing well with other two ladies and slowly sipped quarter of the contents of her glass. She was not so un-relishing the taste of that naughty liquid.
Mr. Sen turned his face left and leaning whispered in my ear, " Reddi ji is quite happy. I was not listening his conversations with your mother, I hope you all have reached at some point?"
I said looking straight, " Probably she may now come and live with him"
"How on earth! She was shaky to death. " He said hardly audible even to me.
In between Reddi ji frequently made serious conversations with Mr. Sen mostly regarding products and foreign buyers he was likely to meet.
Sen did best justice to drinks and he was the first to finish followed by Reddi ji and me. Mrs. Sen got up and refilled Reddi ji's glass without asking him followed by mines and her husband's glass. While Sen and I were busy with alcohol, I found that though Reddi ji also seemed occupied with drinks but he had not taken even a drop from that refill.
To my amazement Reddi ji was holding that wineglass in his hand and intermittently engaged with Mr. Sen at his left, but from his heart he was completely absorbed in my wife's beauty. Ruchi also appeared well composed now.
She had crossed her thighs over each other and was sitting sinking her back in the spongy sofa back. That had tightened her duppata over her busts and that made her mounds protruding as concave globes. By crossing her thighs her right thigh had raised quite high from sofa seat and the slit in the side of her kurta had sexily exposed her wrapped thigh rounds.
Her neighbor lady in sexy blues was having slow conversation with my mother. Both had glasses held in long ladies fingers.
Ignoring Mr. Sen momentarily, I applied my eye corners towards my wife but careful not to make her conscious of that and bring same uneasiness to her again. She was sipping liquid with liver pieces in improved taste and at every unintentional chance her eyes met with Reddi ji. Her face had same dizzier look. Reddi sat stretched on cushion with wide legs.
This time their eyes met decisively for longer time and I saw Ruchi swallowing salvia few times. She sunk her head more in back pad and dizzyingly half closed her eyes. Her face was becoming intoxicated every minute and appeared a basin of sexual passion. If that was any indication for my lady loosing her efficacy to resist him any more I thought that she had already accepted him as her man.
(TO BE CONTINUED)