It was little dark at 7:50 when we reached in mill estate adjoining to our mill. There was a VIP enclosure, which had six old red brick bungalows. Each had a hedge boundary. Sen's bungalows were third in row. A guard with gun at gate escorted us to verandah through a wide paved way. The out side of house was full of flowers and to the extreme right was green house for plants.

While moving on that small approach road through big lawn I looked at Ruchi. She wore long black kurta, tight enough to nicely display her sexy contours and that had slits from hem up to her waist on both sides. These long cuts to some extent sexily revealed sides of her thigh warped in white curidar salwar. Her white bra over her firm round & heavy breasts revealed through her tight black kurta. Her both arms were full of glass black bangles.

Her delicate clean feet were ties in moderate 2" high heel black sandals and showed her dark red polished nails and silver toe ring. At my insistence she had kept her hairs loose that were flowing at her back to her hips.

I was just following her and looked at her lovable wide hips gracefully swaying with her every step. I really felt proud for what I had at my bed. In winters before bathing she stroked her body by wax like cake of solidified coconut oil, which maintained her silky skin and sexy female fragrance. Indian herb shampoo kept her hairs dense and deep right up to her hip mounds.

The guard pressed the bell and a servant quickly answered the call and led us through a wire netted verandah to a lavish living room.

It was big and high roofed room richly carpeted and with long curtains hanging over imposing windows. There were two parallel majestically large sofa sets each with one large four seated and a pair of love seats in graceful blue tapestry. A big-black glassed center table was placed at the center over a white and blue checkered Persian carpet. A number of chairs and stools were placed in between sofas. Roughly those six sofa pieces made a hexagon.

A big TV and musical system was set along right wall. The room was softly lit through over hanging lights. All around on wall there were big imposing oil paintings and enlarged photographs.

Towards inner wall there was a large dining table separated by a carved collapsible wooden stand. On back of it was a door for kitchen and a gallery in center leading inside of house. There were other doors on sidewalls for other rooms.

Ruchi and I sat on a big sofa towards dining side while mother preferred love seat on our right.

A little after Mrs. Sen emerged from gallery. She appeared in late thirties, fair color, not very tin nor fat but bit busty and with nice hips of high-class matures woman. She looked artistic in blue sari with sleeveless blouse and matching black sandals. Her untied hairs not very long, were loosely fell on her back.

On her both arms she wore a pair of gold bangles and in between them her almost forearm half arm was filled by about a dozen of dark blue glass bangles and in few whites between them. Her nails on long fingers were carefully polished in reds and she wore a diamond wedding ring in her forefinger and a silver ring on her married feet's toe.

Although other's wife always look attractive but if I was made a beauty judge, I would have given her half marks to my wife.

Ruchi and I stood as she greeted us. She came near to Ruchi and waved me to sit on sofa that was on verandah side. She sat close to my wife on her right on that large sofa. Mother remained on her right on love seat arranged at an angle to large sofa.

She looked at us intimately as if knowing all for years. Her eyes said she was delighted to see us. The air was calm except some noises of cooking coming from kitchen

She asked my mother about her health and said something about their only kid of ten years. Looking at my wife, she smiling congratulated me and asked my mother to tell her the place where such beautiful ladies are made. Mother smiled and softly tapped her back.

Little later Mr. Sen bit tall and with out unnecessary flesh appeared from gallery. He was wearing a steel gray suite and black tie and had same shining rectangular glasses on his fair face. He was carrying a colorful booklet in his hand.

This time mother also got up from her love seat. He smiling folded his hands towards mother and waved us sit. He came near to me and sat same large sofa to right of me. I was directly opposite to Mrs. Sen while he faced my wife.

The room had a pleasing cool air but it was giving me erotic blow- hot-- blow- cold type breezes. I looked again at Mrs. Sen. How on earth one could even think that she was sleeping with some big man that too with the consent of her husband? The couple looked absolutely faultless.

Mr. Sen flashed a brief smile at my mother and asked," How are you? I still remember the old days!"

" We are well by grace of God and well wishes from good people like you." Mother said waving at me," I very much remember your help in taking him in mill."

"No... No you shouldn't say like that," Sen softly said and asked mother," How do you like we are doing now?"

"I know you always think big." Mother said admiringly.

With a pause he again spoke to mother looking at his wife across the carpet," She was telling me you felt bad for Reddi ji."

I saw that a wave of redness crept on my wife's face. Had he known how many stars she had secretly given his boss, he would have lost his breath!

"No... No Sen sahib...you are our own people, how can we feel wrong." Mother replied gracefully.

"You know Reddi ji is careless about that but later he felt extremely said." He said.

Mrs. Sen looked at her right to mother," Actually aunty, these both man have become biggest admirer of your family. " Then looking mischievously at her husband she said," Last evening Reddi ji was here and he said me to ask you to find an another wife for him just like your bride."

I looked at my wife sitting in front of Mr. Sen. The redness of her face suddenly engulfed also her ears.

Mrs. Sen hold my wife's hand and teasingly eyed her husband before she spoke to mother," Aunty, Reddi ji is having his problems but you know what my husband said to me...he said me I ask you... You should not to forget him for another wife for some time... "

Sen's fascination for my wife -that was news to me. I was compelled to look at my right to Mr. Sen. He was sheepishly looking at his wife. Mrs. Sen teasingly continued to hold my wife's hand who had lowered her eyes and her face had completely gone red.

My mother again smilingly slapped at the back of Mrs. Sen sat at her left.

An old servant came with a try having coffee and served us.

I looked at Sen from corner of eyes. He was stealing a glance at my wife as she slightly bent to keep her cup on a stool and eased her legs again crossing one over other.

The atmosphere in the room had turned sexy.

As the servant disappeared behind the wooden partition Sen gave me the booklet he was having in his hand.

As I carefully saw and turned paged, I felt that my wife was looking at me curiously.

It was a brochure prepared by India's Textiles Exports Promotion Council displaying pictures and data that exports of synthetic and rayon textiles had risen sharply to Rs. 4,3350 millions a 27 % rise over the previous year. The brochure highlighted that it planed to explore market potential in Nigeria, South Africa, Kenya, Ethiopia, Tanzania, Ghana and Mauritius. The council also had programs to introduce Indian manmade textiles through exhibitions in Kenya and had invited industries.

Sen told me that we are one of the best in country in synthetic and rayon's and had best scope in that matter. He meaningfully suggested that my wife and I should begin getting all knowledge regarding this trade.

Mrs. Sen was talking to my mother and I was keeping my ear as mother was telling about my wife's cooking perfection and her talents in music and dancing.

I intervened looking at my wife," Actually if you ask me, she was fanatic for making garden but we do not have much space. She has been insisting for bonsai plants and I think that is what she wants most." I looked at my wife. Ruchi eagerly nodded.

This made Mrs. Sen almost to jump. "You never told..." Then realizing it was our first such meeting She said," We had big collection on bonsai. Last year Reddi ji went to Japan and added a truck load to that."
It compelled my wife too to jump in talks and she asked," Really, in this house?"

'We have a semi closed terrace garden on roof. It is best in area. I will show you. It is in fact a creation of Reddi ji."

I never saw Ruchi so curious.

Mr. Sen took brochure from me and waved her to come to him. She was swift to answer and walked to us. He waved her to sit and she carefully sat on his right, tilting towards him and not resting her back on back of that large sofa. She had shrieked her legs inwards to base. Surely he had a good feel of her coconut mingled womanly fragrance.

Sen gave her the booklet and asked her to see it. She turned the pages with keen interest. As she came to last leaf, Sen tried to explain by extending his forefinger to paper but she had difficulty in holding paper flat in air so she put that on her lap.

Sen told her moving his fingers over the paper, "See this, I would like to know how you think about this exhibition business in Africa." He explained at length to her about business prospects in Africa with his fingers softly moving on graphs and data on the paper. Her ears were becoming reddish.

She read that again and told him that was best idea. Sen told her to think about it and they may discuss it some other day. She took that booklet and glanced at me for couple of seconds and went to her place on the side of Mrs. Sen. While Sen was talking to my wife I had seen that his wife had been curiously seeing him few times form edge of her eyes.