It's A Man's World Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – It's A Man's World Ch. 03 by sahebji,sahebji
Before starting the 3rd part, I give below the last few lines of the 2nd part.

The following weekend, Sarit and I visited our sisters. I told them what daddy had said. ‘Congratulations,’ Madhu didi said embracing me, ‘Why so morose, you should be happy that you will have a man all to yourself’.

‘In a way I am happy,’ I replied, ‘but what worries me is what will happen if he finds out that I am not a virgin’.

‘Yes, that could become a real big problem,’ Rashmi didi said shaking her head.

‘Is there a way…? Oh jiju this is all because of you, please help me,’ I cried in desperation.

‘Adi, I am sorry, I can’t return your virginity to you but I promise we will try to come up with something to help you,’ jiju replied.

‘God, what shall I do? Best is that I don’t marry at all,’ I said crying.

‘Don’t be stupid. Adi, this way you will make everyone suspicious,’ Madhu didi advised, ‘Someday you have to marry someone, I suggest if you like the boy say yes and marry him. I have read that the hymen can tear in many other ways also’.

‘Yes she is right. In the meanwhile, as Mohan has said, we will try to find a way to help you,’ Rashmi didi said, ‘now smile and enjoy yourself. Both Mohan and Abhi are raring to go’.

Now the third part:

Before I proceed any further with my story, let me tell you about marriages in our society.

We have different types of marriages. Child marriage (though banned but it is still prevalent), forced marriage, run away marriage (elopement), love marriage, shotgun marriage, inter caste/inter religion marriage and arranged marriage.

It is said that the marriages are made in heaven but in our society, it is the responsibility of the parents to marry off their children. Maybe, this is because we are so many that poor God does not have the time to do it.

Mine being an arranged marriage, we will discuss it in more detail. The normal modus operandi is that the parents ‘arrange’ that the boy and girl, to be married, meet and “get to know each other”. For this they are allowed fifteen minutes, thirty minutes or an hour max.

If they say yes, then they are married and thrown into the same bed. On the wedding night the bridegroom fucks the bride. What really happens is that they “get to know each other” only after the first night. By morning, it is too late for them (especially for the woman) to retrace their steps and per force have to do their best to make the marriage work.

Many will find this system unthinkable, but let me tell you that for centuries this system has been successful in 99.9999 percent or more cases. Till recently, the word “divorce” was not to be found in our local dictionary. This the price we had to pay to for taking up the ways of the western world.

Back to the subject. This meeting can take place at the girl’s home with only a few near relatives, the boy and his parents being present. Or they can meet in a big party, naturally hosted by the girl’s parents (The boys parents first fuck the girls parents, financially of course and then the boy fucks the girl in the real sense of the word “fuck”). They can also meet in a restaurant or in the lobby of a five-star hotel or in the house of a common friend. My father chose to give a big party.

‘Why a big party? It is so expensive,’ mummy complained, ‘Why not just a small intimate gathering?’

‘Seema, in a party the children will be able to interact in an informal atmosphere, away from the watchful and impatient gaze of their parents,’ daddy replied, ‘besides, I need to invite many of my business associates and personal friends. I will be killing two birds with one stone. Don’t worry about the expense. In the end it will work out to be cheaper’.

There was a big discussion as to what I should wear. My mummy wanted me to wear a heavy silk sari with a diamond necklace, matching earrings and a solitaire ring but I insisted that I would like to wear something light in which I am comfortable.

‘She would look so underdressed,’ mummy complained to daddy.

‘Let her wear what she wants. Seema, the younger generation does not like to dress up like we did,’ daddy explained and consoled her by adding, ‘You can dress her up as you like when she gets married’.

So I ended up wearing a light silk sari, a pearl string with earrings and a single pearl ring.

Please don’t misjudge my mummy. She is nice and loves me very much. Her problem is that she is a bit orthodox. She hates wasteful expenditure and detests big parties.

The party was on the lawns of our house. About a hundred guests were expected. I wanted to invite Sarit and few more friends but my father shot it down.

‘No,’ he decreed, ‘Aditi this is not the right occasion to call your friends’.

I understood his concern. What if the boy likes one of my friends and not me?

‘But daddy, I must have someone to talk to,’ I pleaded.

After a lot of discussion, we arrived at a compromise, just Sarit and no one else.

On the night of the party Sarit and I sat on the verandah (Did I tell you that the verandah was two feet higher than the level of the lawn). I positioned my chair such that I could watch the entrance and also have an overview of the guests

The guests started to arrive. I knew or had seen most of the guests who arrived. A young man, who could be Amit, did not accompany the ones I didn’t recognize. Half an hour into the party, I espied a group of four, two men accompanied by a lady and a young man, arrive. They are the ones I concluded. Both the older men bore a remarkable resemblance to each other and were apparently brothers. Daddy and mummy greeted them warmly.

Ten minutes later, daddy escorted the young man to where we were sitting. He was tall, slim and was dressed in a dark suit with a yellow power tie. Mummy was right, he was very handsome. Seeing them coming towards us Sarit gasped, ‘Wow! Adi, he is groovy’.

‘Aditi, this is Amit,’ daddy said introducing the young man. After exchanging the usual greetings, I invited him to join us and introduced Sarit to him. After few minutes daddy said, ‘You youngsters get to know each other but excuse me, as I have other guests to look after,’ and hurried off.

Amit spent about half an hour with us, discussing different subjects before he also excused himself.

‘Adi, you are very lucky, he is sooo handsome,’ Sarit sighed.

I barely heard her as my eyes followed Amit. Amit went straight to his father and taking him aside said something to him. Mr. Rudra looked shocked. An animated discussion, more of an argument I would say, followed. Mrs. Rudra also joined them. It was mostly one-sided affair. Most of the time Mr. and Mrs. Rudra spoke. Amit would listen to them and then shake his head. Mr. and Mrs. Rudra would start to talk again but with the same result. Suddenly Mr. Rudra threw up his hands in “do as you please gesture” and Amit walked off.

Catching daddy’s eye, Mr. Rudra beckoned to him. Both mummy and daddy joined them. Mr. Rudra said something to my daddy. Daddy’s shoulders slumped. Mummy dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief, a sure sign that she was about to cry.

So, Amit did not like me. ‘Mummy, please don’t cry. It is no big deal,’ my heart cried out to her, ‘There are thousands of other and better fishes in the pond’.

I tried to locate Amit but could not spot him. When I glanced towards the group again, I saw that Sarit’s parents had also joined them. Omigosh, this was fast turning into a meeting of the UN General Assembly. Only person missing was Amit’s uncle. Oh, oh, I think I spoke too soon. There he comes too.

Daddy was speaking to Sarit’s parents but both of them were shaking their heads vigorously. The uncle had joined them. Mr. Rudra spoke to him. He smiled broadly and said something to them. Whatever he said put the smiles back on everybody’s face.

Daddy looked happy and mummy stopped dabbing at her eyes. Sarit’s parents nodded in approval. Walking away from the group, Mr. Rudra and his brother whipped out their cell phones and the group broke up.

All what I have described above did not take more than ten or fifteen minutes.

‘Adi, are you listening to me or are you already dreaming about Amit?’ Sarit said nudging me.

‘How can I, with you chattering away in my ear?’ I replied going on the offensive.

Sarit was not to be stopped. She continued to praise Amit to high heaven. Her unceasing chatter started to irritate me. ‘Sarit, If you like him so much then why don’t you marry him?’ I said rudely.

‘Given half a chance, I would,’ Sarit giggled shamelessly.

Half an hour later, dinner was served. Sarit and I went to look after the guests.

‘Adi, look who is here?’ Sarit grinned, poking her finger into my ribs. I saw Amit making a beeline for us.

‘Is he some kind of a nut?’ I thought because he had changed his clothes. He was now dressed in a smart denim shirt and jeans. Coming up to us he said, ‘Hi Aditi, I am…’.

‘We know who you are,’ Sarit interrupted him.

‘You do, but unfortunately I have not had the pleasure of meeting you before,’ Amit said smiling disarmingly.

‘Omigosh, he is a nut with a very short memory,’ I thought amending my earlier impression.

‘This is Sarit, my friend,’ I said, introducing Sarit again.

‘So you are Sarit,’ Amit said inspecting her from head to toe.

‘Yes, I am Sarit from top to bottom,’ Sarit replied aggressively.

‘And quite lot of you too!’ Amit laughed staring at her oversized bosom. Poor Sarit could not do anything except blush.

‘Sorry, I did not mean to embarrass you,’ he apologized good-naturedly.

‘Never mind, I am used to it,’ Sarit brushing aside his apology and joined in our conversation.

Amit was a transformed man. Earlier in the evening, he was stiff and formal but now, with change of clothes his manner had also undergone a sea change. He was now relaxed and informal. For the first time, I felt at ease in his presence.

Suddenly remembering my duties as the hostess, I asked, ‘Have you eaten?’

‘No, but I am going to,’ he replied, ‘What do you recommend?’

‘Everything is very tasty,’ Sarit piped up, then tongue firmly in the cheek added, ‘Don’t forget to check out the Kheer (a dessert, usually made of milk, rice, sugar and dry fruits), our Adi stirred it a couple of times while it cooked’.

‘Is that so? Then I must taste it right away,’ Amit said and walked off to get some. He returned with a big bowl of Kheer.

‘B..But that is for dessert, shouldn’t you eat dinner first?’ I asked seeing the bowl of Kheer in his hands.

‘Don’t worry, I love Kheer. It is my favorite dessert. I will eat dinner after I have finished this delicious Kheer’ Amit replied.

‘I hope it is sweet enough?’ Sarit asked mischievously.

‘No, not as sweet as your friend here,’ Amit replied looking at me with a naughty twinkle in his eyes. It was now my turn to blush.

Later, we were so engrossed in our conversation that we did not realize how late it was, till Mrs. Rudra said, ‘Come son, it is time to go home’. The Rudra’s were among the last guests to leave.

That night I did not sleep well. I kept churning the events of the evening in my mind over and over again.

‘Adi, what have you decided?’ mummy asked me at breakfast the next morning.

‘It is an important decision,’ daddy said, ‘Seema give her time’.

‘It’s all right daddy. I have given the matter a great deal of thought but I am very confused. I don’t know what to think,’ I replied, ‘In the evening Amit was stiff and formal but later he was relaxed and made me feel at ease. It was like meeting two different persons’.

‘Adi, they were two different persons,’ mummy said.

‘Mummy, please don’t make fun of me. I am confused enough,’ I said.

‘I think she really doesn’t know,’ mummy said to daddy.

‘You mean Shamit didn’t tell you?’ daddy exclaimed.

‘Daddy for God’s sake stop talking in riddles,’ I replied, ‘Now who is this Shamit?’

‘Shamit is Amit’s twin brother. They are both identical twins,’ daddy explained, ‘Wait! Let me tell you what happened last evening. After Amit talked to you, he told his father that he wanted to marry Sarita (remember my father always used full names) and not you. They tried to persuade him but he would not relent’.

‘Mr. Rudra was very apologetic about the whole affair,’ daddy continued, ‘I requested Romesh (Sarit’s father) to accept Amit’s decision and marry Sarita to him but Romesh and Lila said, ‘No Ravi, please don’t insist. You know, we can’t think of Sarit’s marriage till Adi is fixed up’.

‘We did not know what to do till Amit’s uncle reminded Mr. Rudra about Shamit, Amit’s twin. In all the excitement Mr. Rudra had forgotten about Shamit. They then asked Shamit to come. The person you talked to at dinner was Shamit and not Amit’.

‘Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?’ I asked getting annoyed.

‘Because we ourselves did not know and later we assumed that Shamit must have told you,’ daddy replied.

Thinking back I realized that Shamit did try to introduce himself but Sarit had interrupted him saying that we knew who he was. He must have taken for granted that my parents had told me. This also explained the change of clothes and his not recognizing Sarit.

‘This explains a lot of things that had puzzled me,’ I replied.

‘Aditi, what is your decision now? Did you like Shamit?’ daddy asked, ‘From the way you spoke of him earlier I got the impression that you did’.

‘I will do what you say,’ I replied blushing.

‘No Aditi, not what I say,’ daddy said, ‘It is a very important decision and you have to decide whether you want to marry Shamit or not. What is your answer yes or no?’

‘Yes,’ I said softly lowering my eyes.

‘Good girl. You have made your mummy and me very happy,’ daddy said, ‘like Amit, Shamit is also a good boy and I am sure you will be happy with him. Now I must convey the good news to Romesh’.

Daddy phoned him. I could hear only his side of the conversation. ‘Romesh, it is me Ravi. I have talked to Aditi and she has said yes’. ‘Yes, yes to Shamit who else’. ‘Thank you, now you talk to Sarita about Amit’. ‘Okay, I am waiting for your call,’ he said and rang off.

An hour later Romesh uncle called back. ‘That is good news. Our congratulations to Lila and you’. ‘You have? What did he say?’ ‘It is yes from their side also’. ‘Good that suits me too’. ‘Okay, we will discuss the details when we meet this evening’. ‘Bye,’ daddy said replacing the receiver.

‘Aditi, Sarit has also said yes. Romesh has also talked to Mr. Rudra and it is yes from their side also. They are keen for an early marriage, which suits us too,’ daddy said to me.

Later I was told that it would be a double wedding and it will be solemnized on the tenth day after Holi at Sarit’s house.

That evening I went to see Sarit. ‘Hi Sarit, I hear someone is getting married,’ I grinned.

‘I have also heard that someone else is also getting married,’ Sarit giggled.

We both laughed and embraced each other. ‘Oh Sarit I am so happy,’ I said happily.

‘So am I,’ Sarit replied beaming with happiness, ‘Do you realize that even after marriage we will remain together?’

A week later I went out on my first date with Shamit. We took in a movie and then decided to eat dinner. During dinner Shamit asked, ‘Adi, I hope you are happy. About our getting married I mean’.

This was my opportunity to find out why Amit chose Sarit. Therefore instead of replying, I posed a question, ‘Are you happy to marry someone who was rejected?’

‘Rejected? Who says…oh you mean Amit. Don’t take that seriously. Sometimes Amit acts very childishly,’ Shamit replied, ‘Let me tell you what happened. When papa asked me to come to your house immediately, I knew something was wrong. I also knew that Amit was supposed to go there and why. So I rang up Amit’.

‘Amit said that you were very nice and he liked you but he preferred Sarit. He urged me to go saying, “Shamit you’ll like her. She is just your type”. On my inquiry why he liked Sarit more he just laughed and said you will know when you see her’.

He was right. As soon as I laid eyes on Sarit I knew. You see Amit is very enamoured by …er…how shall I put it…yes…with women with lots of oomph and Sarit is a world champion in this department. You know what I mean?’

I nodded.

‘Well, to be completely frank, the moment Amit saw Sarit’s loaded upper deck, you stood no chance with him’ Shamit concluded .

‘And what about you?’ I asked.

‘Me? I don’t give much importance to physical attributes. I found you pretty and a very nice person to talk to, so I said yes,’ Shamit grinned, ‘now tell me are you happy?’

‘Of course I am happy,’ I replied, ‘I was just joking’.

The first thing I did the next morning was to visit Sarit. She was still in bed reading. I grabbed her boobs and pressed them hard.

‘AOWA! Stop squeezing my tits it hurts besides you will make me horny,’ Sarit squealed.

Then I told her what Shamit had said.

‘Thank God these big mountains have at last done me a favor. Actually I had come to hate them. Everybody stares at them and passes snide remarks but now that they have helped me get a nice husband, I love them,’ Sarit said caressing her boobs lovingly. The result was, we both landed in the shower.

After that day we always double dated. Shamit and Amit looked so alike that it was difficult to tell them apart, especially when they wore similar clothes, which they usually did. To be on the safe side I made it a point to latch on to the one who came to pick me up and prayed that he was the right one.

One morning after a very confusing date the previous evening I said, ‘Sarit what will you do if the wrong one comes to your bed?’

‘If I don’t know that he is the wrong one then I will welcome him with open arms and legs,’ she replied, ‘and you?’

‘Me too,’ I laughed, ‘now suppose your intuition told you that he was the wrong one?’

‘You know, I never could trust my intuition. I will let him fuck me feigning ignorance,’ Sarit giggled, ‘What about you? You are a great one to follow your instincts’.

‘In this case I think, I will ignore my intuition,’ I laughed, ‘I find a change of cock very exciting’.

‘Oh, how I wish it happens. It will be just like jijaji and jiju fucking us together,’ Sarit said.

‘They are very close to each other, who knows our dream might come true,’ I giggled.

The M-day was fast approaching. We all shifted to Sarit’s house a week before the wedding day. Madhu didi and Rashmi didi came much earlier but jjiju and jijaji arrived only three days before the event.

The morning after their arrival all four of them came to Sarit’s room. ‘How are the brides to be feeling?’ jiju asked.

‘Nervous as hell,’ I replied.

‘Jiju, did you find a solution to Adi’s problem? Now it is my problem too,’ Sarit asked.

‘I am afraid nothing useful,’ jiju replied.

‘Then what shall we do?’ I asked perplexed.

‘Only thing I can suggest is, act like virgins about to have sex for the first time,’ Madhu didi replied.

‘Yes, bashful and timid. Protest but not too much and leave the rest to The Almighty and to your husband’s cock,’ Rashmi didi added with a naughty smile.

‘One more thing when the cock is about to enter your choot then press your buttock cheeks together, it might give a semblance of resistance,’ jijaji suggested.

‘This is how I see it. There are only three possibilities,’ jiju analyzed, ‘First, if it is your husband’s first time then he will be so eager to get inside you that he will not notice anything amiss. Second, if he is experienced but has never deflowered a girl then also it is possible he might not notice the absence of your hymen. Third, if he is experienced and has deflowered a virgin or two before then only thing you can do is to pray and hope for the best’.

‘This gives you a 84% chance to get away with it,’ jijaji said after a quick mental calculation.

‘Anyway, if they do say something then just deny everything,’ Madhu didi advised, ‘They can never prove it’. This brought the smile back on our faces.

‘All right girls, now would you like Mohan and Abhi to fuck you for the last time?’ Rashmi didi asked, ‘I know that their cocks are very keen to say goodbye to your cunts’.

I looked inquiringly at Sarit. She nodded, ‘Why not? Their cock can’t do more harm than what they have already done’. Then jijaji and jiju fucked us for the next two hours.

‘One more thing, I noticed that within minutes you both start to moan. Don’t do that on your wedding night. Remember you have just lost your cherry. Wait for your third or the fourth fuck before you show signs of pleasure,’ Rashmi didi advised after jiju and jijaji had finished fucking us.

Later Sarit and I discussed the issue and agreed that the suggested course was the best one to follow.

Our wedding was a grand affair. Nearly thousand guests attended it. Everyone said that the brides looked very pretty in their wedding attire. What they did not realize that I nearly died under the weight of the dress and tons of jewelry that my mother insisted, I wear.

After the marriage ceremony, Sarit and I returned to our room. We were now no longer Miss Aditi Razdan and Miss Sarita Singh but Mrs. Shamit Rudra and Mrs. Amit Rudra.

As per local custom, Sarit and I left for our new home with the bridegroom’s party, on the morning after the wedding day. We traveled by car, as their farm was just three hours drive from the city.

We arrived around noon. The farmhouse was a large sprawling structure, built in 19th century style. After some more ceremonies we entered the farmhouse. The rooms were large and comfortably furnished with ethnic furniture and thick Persian carpets. The d‚cor reeked of money, confirming that they were very rich.

‘Sarit, Adi please come with us,’ Shamit said, ‘we will introduce you to the family’.

‘These are our parents,’ Amit said, ‘You have met them before but never really met them’. We touched their feet and they blessed us.

‘This is our chachu (also chacha = uncle, father’s younger brother). Nobody remembers his real name. Everyone, including my father, calls him chachu. Even the servants call him chachu sahib. The only exception is mama, who calls him dewarji (brother in law, husband’s younger brother). This I think is to keep reminding him that her husband is older to him and the boss,’ Amit smiled introducing us to the gentleman, whom I had seen at the party.

‘He is a great guy. A happy go lucky type. His only complaint with life is that he arrived late in this world,’ Shamit chuckled, ‘Had he been born five minutes earlier then he would have been numero uno and we would have been his lowly slaves’.

‘In our family, the eldest son is the heir to the throne and the rest of the horde following him are of no importance,’ Amit explained seeing our bewildered look added, ‘You see it was his misfortune to be born four minutes after our father’.

‘So they are also twins,’ I thought and seeing him alone wondered where his wife was.

Shamit must have read my mind because just then he said, ‘Chachu is not married. Didn’t Amit say he was a lucky man?’.

‘Enough boys,’ chachu said firmly, then smiling at us added, ‘may God bless you both and welcome to the House of Rudra’s. Don’t pay too much attention to what these two rascals say. Remember, if they trouble you too much then tell me, I will whip them into line again’.

‘Meet Mrs. Amba Golda, our beloved elder sister,’ Amit said with a wave of his hand, ‘She married Mr. Shammi Golda five years ago and now lives in the US of A’.

‘Our respected jijaji is not here. He has only two passions in life. One is making money, which is the main reason for his absence. And the result of his second passion is before you, meet A, B, and C here,’ Shamit said pointing to three cute little kids hanging on to the sari of our sister in law, ‘and D is on the way’.

‘Don’t listen to these rogues,’ Amba said hugging and kissing us, ‘Welcome to our crazy family. Shammi wanted to be here to personally welcome you into the family but unfortunately something important came up’.

‘Hold it big sister, we know how jijaji has welcomed you in his family,’ Amit laughed staring pointedly at the three kids and her protruding stomach, ‘We don’t require any help in this direction and when the time comes, we will do all the required welcoming ourselves’.

After the introductions were over lunch was served. It was an informal affair. Everyone laughed and joked. It was evident that they all loved each other very much.

‘Aditi, Sarita please come with me,’ our mother in law said after lunch was over. She led us to a large room where two young girls were waiting. The room was furnished as a sitting cum dining room.

‘These are your private rooms. Normally the family eats together but should you like to entertain your personal friends then you can do it here also,’ she said then pointing to two doors added, ‘That room is Shamit’s and the other one is Amit’s’.

‘Yes mama,’ we murmured. She beckoned to the two girls.

‘Aditi, this is Basanti,’ she said singling out the prettier one, ‘She will be your personal maid and Sarita, Shanti here will serve’.

‘Wow! A maid all to myself,’ I thought, ‘I think I am going to like it here’.

‘You two, serve them loyally and obey them as you would obey me,’ I heard mother in law saying to the maids, ‘and don’t forget what I have told you earlier’.

‘Ji malkin (Yes mistress),’ they replied obediently.

‘I suggest that you both rest now. Don’t worry, the twins will not trouble you. It has been a long day for you,’ she said, then with a naughty twinkle in her eyes added, ‘and I am sure that you have a longer night ahead of you’.

‘Yes mama,’ we replied blushing.

‘Don’t stand there gaping like apes,’ she said sternly to the maids, ‘Show your new mistress to their rooms,’ and turned to leave. As she reached the door she stopped.

‘Yes, another thing,’ she said turning around, ‘Be ready by eight. A few personal friends are coming for dinner and they would like to meet you. Don’t stand on formality, wear something light and comfortable’.

The bedroom was large with attached dressing room and bathroom. Like the rest of the house it was tastefully furnished.

‘Malkin (Mistress), would you like to change?’ Basanti asked respectfully.

‘Basanti what had mama told you earlier?’ I asked out of curiosity.

For a moment Basanti hesitated but then said, ‘Only that we should obey you without question and see that you are comfortable’.

‘Are you sure?’ I probed as I thought there was an undertone of threat in mama’s voice.

‘Yes mistress that was all,’ Basanti replied, ‘Would you like to change?’

‘No Basanti, I am much too tired. I only want to lie down, ‘ I replied lying down on the bed. Basanti kneeled on the floor by the bed and started to press my feet. I don’t recall when I drifted into sound sleep.

Next thing I remember was that Basanti was trying to wake me by tickling the soles of my feet with a feather. ‘Malkin, please get up, it is nearly seven,’ Basanti said.

I shook the sleep out of eyes and yawned, ‘Is it really so late?’

‘Yes malkin. Would you like a cup of tea?’ Basanti inquired.

‘Yes, that would be nice,’ I told her.

Few minutes later she brought a steaming cup of tea.

‘I have unpacked your bags while you were asleep,’ she said.

After a long hot shower I felt relaxed. I chose a sky blue chiffon sari with matching blouse to wear and a light blue sapphire necklace to go with it. After I got ready I asked, ‘Basanti how do I look?’

‘Malkin you look beautiful,’ she replied.

‘Basanti, for God’s sake stop calling me malkin,’ I said getting irritated, ‘I am not much older than you are and if you have to address me then call me didi’.

‘As you like malkin,’ was her reply.

‘Didi, Basanti, didi’ I said laughing.

Sarit was waiting for me. She looked gorgeous in her blood red sari and a light ruby necklace.

At thirty minutes past eight we entered the drawing room. Mother in law had said a few personal friends but as per my estimate at least hundred persons were present.

It was nearly eleven when we four returned to our rooms. ‘You change while Amit and I have a smoke,’ Shamit suggested.

Basanti was waiting for me. She had laid out a sexy, near transparent nightie for me to wear but I chose a regular cotton night suit. ‘Didi, you are not going to wear that, it is your wedding night,’ Basanti said expressing her disapproval.

‘Yes Basanti, I feel more comfortable in a night suit than in…in that,’ I replied pointing to the sheer nightie and slipped into bed to wait for Shamit.

I did not have to wait for long. Ten minutes later Shamit entered the room and Basanti quietly slipped out.

‘I’ll be with you in a minute but first let me change into some thing more comfortable,’ he said going to the bathroom,

When he emerged, he was wearing just pajama bottoms with nothing on top. ‘He is already undressed for tonight’s action,’ I thought smiling to myself.

‘At last we are alone,’ he smiled getting into bed.

‘Oh Adi, you are so pretty,’ he said taking me in his arms. He then proceeded to kiss me all over my face and on my lips. Except for blushing, I did not respond.

‘Adi my dear, don’t you think I deserve at least a kiss, after all it is our wedding night?’ Shamit complained puckering his lips. Blushing, I kissed him lightly on his lips.

Shamit pressed his lips on mine and as I responded feebly, he cupped my tits and squeezed them tenderly.

‘Oh, please don’t,’ I whispered catching his hand.

‘Darling, please let me,’ he said easily freeing his hand from my grip.

‘Oh! They are so firm. I am sure they are also very beautiful,’ he said and started to unbutton my pajama top.

‘What are you doing?’ I said alarmed, ‘please don’t undress me’.

‘I must see and kiss your beautiful boobs,’ Shamit replied pulling off my pajama top.

‘Oh! It is so embarrassing. Please switch off the light at least,’ I blushed covering my face with my hands.

‘Darling if I switch off the light then how will I see your beautiful body,’ Shamit replied and commenced to kiss my boobs and suck my hard nipples. I shut my eyes and let him do as he pleased. It felt so good, with great difficulty I managed not to moan with pleasure.

While sucking my nipples he pushed his hand inside my pajamas and caressed my choot. I tried to stop him but he persisted. Suddenly he squeezed my swollen clit.

‘Omigosh! What are you doing?’ I said jumping ten inches in the air.

‘Nothing that I shouldn’t be doing on our wedding night my love,’ he replied pressing his lips on mine. While kissing me he lifted my bottoms and slid my pajamas off. I was now completely naked.

‘Oh, how beautiful you look. You are even prettier than I had imagined,’ Shamit whispered, ‘I wanted to see your sexy body from the moment we met. I think the wait has been well worth it’.

Murmuring words of praise, Shamit started to kiss my whole body. When I felt him kissing my choot, I whispered, ‘Oh! Please not there, it is dirty’. This did not deter him. He separated my lower lips and licked my pussy. God, it felt good but thank God after a few minutes he stopped.

Through half closed eyes I watched him take off his pajama bottoms freeing his erect cock. It was about the same size as jiuj and jijaji. Without any further delay he got on top of me. As if on cue, I pressed my thighs tightly together.

‘Adi my darling, open your thighs and make place for me,’ he whispered rubbing his cock between my lower lips. Hesitatingly I spread my legs. I felt the swollen knob of his hot cock at the entrance of my choot. Slowly he pushed the head inside me.

‘Oh! What are you doing?’ I whispered pressing my buttocks together but he pressed on.

‘Please stop! You are hurting me,’ I pleaded struggling feebly to free myself from his tight grip.

‘FOR GOD’S SAKE LET ME GO. YOU ARE HURTING ME. NO, NO OH GOD IT IS HURTING AAUOOOAAAA…’ I screamed as whole of his cock slid deep into my wet choot.

Cutting off my scream of pain by pressing his lips on mine, he started to fuck me with hard strokes. Soon I felt the good feeling come over me. My whole body tingled with pleasure. I let my mind wander and bit my lips to keep from moaning.

His strokes became harder and faster. I was also fast approaching an orgasm. He seemed to be in a hurry to finish. His strokes became shorter and shorter.

‘God no! He is about to finish before me,’ I thought.

Just then with a loud grunt of satisfaction, Shamit rammed his cock deep into my choot and exploded. This was the first time in my life that I felt a man’s hot cum fill my choot. The sensation created by Shamit’s cock spurting cum into my choot, pushed me over the edge and with a soft sigh I came.

Shamit took me two more times that night. During the third fuck, I came three times moaning and sighing loudly, before he shot his cum into me. After the fuck was over, I snuggled up to him and fell asleep in his arms.

When I opened my eyes in the morning I saw Shamit gazing at me. ‘Good morning my sleeping beauty,’ he smiled brightly at me.

‘Good morning,’ I replied sleepily rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

‘Adi, have I told you before that you are really very beautiful,’ he said caressing my bare tits.

Suddenly I realized that I was completely naked and tried to cover myself. ‘Don’t! Let me do it,’ he said getting on top of me. I spread my legs invitingly. He shoved his hard cock inside my cock thirsty choot and started to fuck me with slow long strokes.

‘Oh! It feels soooo good,’ I moaned.

‘Lagta hai ab chudai main mazaa aa raga hai (I see that you are enjoying fucking now?),’ he chuckled softly.

‘Haan bahut achcha lug raha hai (Yes it is lovely),’ I replied.

He continued the in and out movement. ‘Y..HES! Y..HES! GIVE IT TO ME MY DARLING. GO ON HARDER AND FASTER,’ I shouted but to my utter surprise he stopped. ‘

‘Kya hua ruk kyon gaye? Aur chodo na (Why have you stopped? Fuck me more),’ I pleaded.

‘I will. I only wanted to hear you say that,’ he grinned and recommenced to stroke my choot.

Soon the good feeling returned. My whole body tingled with pleasurable sensation. My hips moved in rhythm of his strokes fucking him back. His strokes became shorter and faster. I was also approaching my orgasm. My body arched.

‘Y..HES! Y..HES! GO ON. RAM IT INTO ME. GOD! I AM NEARLY THERE. Y…HES FEW MORE HARD STROKES. Y…HES I AM CUMMING. OHHHHH SSSHHHHAAAAAMMMMEEEEETTTTTT,’ I shouted and fell back gasping for breath.

Few strokes later Shamit filled my choot with his cum. For few minutes we lay kissing each other savoring the intense sensations we had just experienced.

When the kiss broke, Shamit rang the call bell and suggested, ‘Let us have some hot tea’. I hastily covered our naked bodies with a sheet.

Few minutes later Basanti, blushing sweetly, entered with a tray with tea makings, biscuits and seasonal fruits. After placing the tray on my bedside table made a quick exit.

‘Poor Basanti, it must be very embarrassing for her to see us like this,’ I giggled.

‘Now for something more substantial,’ Shamit said after we had refreshed ourselves and started to eat my pussy but stopped after a few licks.

‘Why have you stopped? It felt so nice’ I inquired, after a brief pause added, ‘sorry, maybe you didn’t like it?’

‘No, no I love eating pussy, but your stupid bush keeps getting into my nose. I wish you would do something about it,’ he said tugging at my pubic hair lightly.

We had one more glorious fuck before getting up.

It was nearly eleven o’clock when I was alone with Sarit. ‘How did it go?’ I asked.

‘Oh Adi, it was heavenly. Amit fucked me four times last night. In the morning he said, ‘Sarit, my lund (cock) wants to say good morning to your choot (cunt)’ and fucked me again. Adi, believe me, I am deliriously happy, which girl in her right mind won’t be, with a personal maid to do your bidding during the day and a virile husband to fuck you silly at night,’ Sarit giggled, bubbling with happiness.

‘Of course, you are happy and so am I,’ I replied, ‘but what I wanted to know was: Did Amit notice that your hymen was missing?’

‘Oh, about that. I don’t think he noticed. I even managed a to scream when he entered my choot for the first time. What about you?’ Sarit giggled.

‘I don’t think he noticed it either. I think we are home dry,’ I replied grinning broadly.

We then exchanged notes as to what all happened last night. ‘Amit loved every inch of my body, specially my boobs. He could not stop kissing and handling them. Only thing he complained about was the hair growing on my choot. I am going to remove them later’.

‘Omigosh Sarit, both the brothers have similar tastes. Shamit also wants me to do away with my bush. He said it keeps getting into his nose,’ I laughed.

The following night Shamit was very pleased when he saw my bald choot. ‘I am so glad that you got rid of those ugly hairs. Look, how beautiful your choot looks now,’ he said and licked my choot till I came four times.

After we had fucked two times, he insisted that I suck his cock. Initially I refused point blank but later on I let myself be persuaded. It was nice to feel a cock in my mouth again and taste cum. By the fifth morning Shamit had despite my protests fucked me in my asshole also. On comparing notes with Sarit I found that Amit had also followed a similar timetable.

On the fifth morning Amit announced, ‘Ladies, today we are going to give you a conducted tour of the farm. We will carry our lunch. We will be back only in the evening’.

‘I suggest you change into something light and comfortable. It can get pretty hot out there in the afternoon,’ Shamit suggested.

We drove around for hours passing through several villages. The villagers stopped our car to greet the twins. They were very excited to see Sarit and me.

The news that the twins were showing their brides the farm spread like wild fire. Normally fifteen to twenty families lived in a village. Vast fields, where they worked, surrounded their huts. The villagers left their work and came to greet us.

Later as the news spread the workers, cheering us flanked the road of every village we passed through. At many places the villagers forced us to stop and insisted that we have refreshments with them.

‘God, I am already full,’ Sarit said when we stopped for lunch under a big shady mango tree.

‘Do all these people work for you?’ I asked.

‘Yes, barring the children nearly 90% of them,’ Shamit replied.

As Sarit and I unpacked the lunch, the boys lit a cigarette. ‘Shamit, it seems that chachu is in for a very enjoyable afternoon,’ Amit chuckled.

‘How can you say that?’ I inquired.

‘Do you see that tonga (a horse pulled, two wheel light vehicle) with two pretty girls sitting in it?’ Amit said pointing towards it.

‘Yes, what about them?’ Sarit asked.

‘Radhey, the man in livery driving the tonga, is chachu’s personal servant. He is taking them to him. I bet he is camping not far from here,’ Amit explained.

‘What do mean taking them to him? Who are these women, are they whores?’ I asked.

‘No, they are not whores, but are wives of the workers,’ Shamit replied.

‘Are you saying that chachu is…? Sarit said leaving her question unfinished.

‘Haan, chachu aaj inhain chod chod kar inki choot ka keema bana dega (Yes, chachu is going to fuck them silly today),’ Amit laughed.

‘How do you know that?’ Sarit asked.

‘How do we know, because we have spent many an afternoon with him fucking the worker’s wives, that’s how,’ Amit chuckled.

‘Don’t the women mind?’ I asked.

‘Mind? Not at all, can’t you see how happy they look?’ Amit replied.

‘Sure they look happy but what I can’t understand is why?’ Sarit said.

‘Let me explain. Chachu is very well endowed. The women love his cock; they even vie with each other to be chosen. I am told that they even go to the extent of bribing Radhey, so that he picks them,’ Amit clarified.

‘If this is true then your farm must be littered with his children,’ I giggled.

‘No, luckily chachu can’t make children. As a child he caught an infection, which made his sperm sterile. This is why, so we have heard, he did not marry,’ Shamit replied.

‘B..but what about their husbands, don’t they object?’ I inquired.

‘No, they don’t, they are loyal to us and are proud that their master likes their women folk,’ Shamit replied.

‘You call this loyalty? I don’t,’ Sarit said.

‘Let me tell you a story to illustrate my point,’ Shamit said, ‘About two decades ago chachu was riding through the fields inspecting the crops. He met our servant Jamroo, trudging along slowly in his bullock cart. You have not met him yet but will when we go to the city. For your information he is Basanti’s father’.

‘Jamroo, I haven’t seen you for some days, where have you been?’ chachu inquired.

‘Master, I had gone to my in laws home to fetch my bride,’ Jamroo replied respectfully pointing to a woman with a long veil, sitting in the rear.

‘Your bride? I didn’t even know that you were married,’ chachu said, surprised.

‘Master, I was married when both of us were still children. Now that Rama is eighteen, I am bringing her home for the first time,’ Jamroo said, adding, ‘Rama, touch our master’s feet’.

As Rama struggled to get down from the bullock cart her veil slipped. Rama was very beautiful. ‘Wow! Jamroo, your bride is really very pretty,’ chachu exclaimed. Rama blushed prettily and quickly covered her face again.

Couple of hours later when chachu reached home, he found Jamroo waiting for him at the gate. ‘Jamroo, what are you doing here, you should be at home enjoying your beautiful bride?’ he said, then seeing the empty bullock cart added, ‘Where is she?’

‘Master she is waiting for you in your room. She will not give you any trouble, I have explained everything to her,’ Jamroo replied bowing low.

For a minute chachu stared unbelievingly at Jamroo.

‘Jamroo you are a good man. I’ll call you when I want you,’ chachu said and hurried to his chambers.

For ten days chachu banged her without leaving his rooms. On the eleventh day he called Jamroo and rewarded him liberally, saying, ‘Jamroo, I am very pleased with her, now take her with you and enjoy yourself’.

‘What do you call this? I call it loyalty,’ Shamit said concluding.

‘Does papa also screw the workers women folk?’ Sarit asked without replying to Shamit’s query.

‘Oh yes. On several occasions we have seen women going to his rooms,’ Amit said.

‘Mama must be knowing about this, how come she tolerates this?’ I asked.

‘Of course she knows but she does not mind,’ Amit said, ‘once I overheard her telling a friend, who had asked the same question. I quote, “I am very proud that my husband is so virile that one woman is not enough for him. I find that sleeping with a younger woman rejuvenates him. I suggest you should let your husband fuck that young maid of yours then see how he bangs you,” unqoute’.

‘Did her friend take mama’s advice?’ Sarit inquired with a twinkle in her eyes.

‘We have no way of knowing for sure but now she looks much happier and they have two maids instead of one,’ Shamit laughed.

‘What about you two, can you also summon any worker’s wife to your bed?’ Sarit asked.

‘No not yet, but when we are at the helm of the farm, we will be able to,’ Shamit replied.

‘You know I can’t still get over the fact that the workers let the family bed their wives,’ I said shaking my head in disbelief.

‘Let me give you some background,’ Shamit said, ‘Since many generations, it was an unwritten rule that the women of the workers belong to the family. In our grandfather’s days every bride was first brought to his bed. He was a very virile and a strong man. He enjoyed deflowering virgins and fucking their tight choots’.

‘The farm work suffered because the workers did not take kindly to the fact that he fucked not only fucked their brides but also their virgin sisters and daughters. Whenever he visited the fields, the workers started hiding the virgins. If he suspected foul play, he had their houses searched and if a virgin was found, the worker would be punished with twenty lashes in public’.

‘How cruel! Why did they not leave?’ Sarit asked.

‘Some did, but majority of them stayed on. Firstly, jobs were scarce and secondly, he paid them a much higher wage than the going rate,’ Amit said.

‘You mean this draconian rule still exist?’ I asked.

‘Oh yes it does but it is no longer enforced. When father succeeded my grandfather as head of the farm, mama persuaded papa to stop the practice of deflowering virgins for the sake of enjoyment. She maintained that every husband had the right to deflower his own bride,’ Shamit elaborated, ‘This made the workers very happy and they put all their energy in their work. The result was our profits soared’.

We were now treading dangerous grounds and I decided to change the subject. ‘I like mama, she is so loving and kind,’ I said.

‘Kind? My foot!’ Amit snickered cynically, ‘You should see her when she is angry. Believe me, she can be a devil’.

‘I don’t believe it. Mama cruel no way,’ Sarit said in disbelief.

‘Have you met Sharda?’ Shamit asked.

‘You mean mama’s maid, the one with mutilated ears,’ Sarit replied.

‘Yes, the same Sharda. She was not born like that,’ Amit replied, ‘She has mother to thank for her deformity’.

‘You mean mama did that? No, she would never do such a thing,’ I said in her defense.

‘Tell them what happened,’ Shamit said, ‘They are bound to hear about it sooner or later’.

This is what Amit told us.

‘This incident took place few months after chachu had fucked Basanti’s mother. Sharda was eighteen when mama engaged her as her maid. She was not as pretty as Rama but was very sexy with a figure of a Goddess. Chachu liked her and wanted her. Whenever she was in the room he could not take his eyes off her. One-day mother noticed this’.

‘Dewarji, lagta hai aapko hamaari Sharda pasund aa gayi hai? (Dewarji [brother in law, husband’s younger brother], it seems that you like my Sharda?) she remarked.

‘Haan bhabi, Sharda mujhe bahut achchi lagti hai (Yes bhabi [sister in law, elder brother’s wife], I like Sharda very much),’ chachu replied.

‘Tau kya baat hai chod do haraamzadi ko (What is the problem, fuck the bitch),’ mama advised.

‘Bhabi, main bhi usse chodena chahata hoon. Maine usse kayi baar raat ko mere kamre main aane ko kaha, lakin woh aati hee nahin (Bhabi, I also want to fuck her. I have asked her, several times, to come to my room at night but she doesn’t come),’ chachu complained.

‘Don’t worry, I will instruct her to come to your room tonight,’ mama promised chachu.

The following morning mama was surprised to see chachu at the breakfast table.

‘Dewarji, what are you doing here so early? Kya Sharda ki kori choot pasund nahin aayi? (Didn’t Sharda’s virgin choot please you?)’ she inquired.

‘Bhabi, what choot?’ chachu replied in a dejected tone.

‘You mean she did not come to your room last night despite my orders to do so?’ mama asked getting angry. Chachu nodded.

‘Don’t worry, you’ll fuck her kori choot (virgin cunt) today. Trust your bhabi,’ she replied with resolve.

When we, Amba didi and we two, came for breakfast mama’s face was red with anger. A few minutes later papa joined us. That morning no one spoke at the breakfast table. We could sense the tension in the air.

Twenty minutes later mama could not restrain herself and burst out, ‘Shamsher, what should I do if a servant disobeys me?’

‘We can’t have servants disobeying us,’ papa replied without looking up from his eggs and toast, ‘The concerned servant should be punished’.

‘Good, I want you to punish Sharda, my maid. She has willfully disobeyed my orders,’ mama said to papa.

‘Durga, I think you should punish her, as she has disobeyed you,’ papa replied.

‘I will,’ mama replied with a triumphant grin, then turning to us children added, ‘Children, finish your breakfast quickly and go to room and remain there’.

Seeing her foul mood, we gobbled down our breakfast. Amba didi like an obedient child went to her room but Shamit stopped me. ‘Amit, let us watch on the quiet, something interesting is about to happen, which mama does not want us to see,’ he said. Stealthily, we walked around the house to an open window and waited.

Mama called Jaggu, who was serving breakfast, and said, ‘Jaggu go call Sharda and don’t let her out of the room till I say so’.

Few minutes later Jaggu ushered Sharda into the dining room. Sharda stood facing the table with bowed head.

‘Sharda, did you go to dewarji’s room like I ordered you to?’ mama asked. Sharda was too scared to reply and kept staring at her feet.

‘Sharda, I am talking to you. I want an answer,’ mama said softly but in a menacing tone. Sharda shook her head in the negative without looking up.

‘I can’t hear you! Speak up!’ mama said without raising her voice.

‘No malkin (mistress),’ Sharda replied, her voice hardly audible.

‘So you willfully disobeyed me,’ mama said walking up to the maid. Sharda remained silent and continued to stare at the carpet. Then she walked around Sharda muttering more to herself than anyone in particular, ‘Not bad, not bad. Now I see why dewarji likes you’.

‘Sharda take off your clothes,’ mama ordered. Sharda’s face became red but she made no move to undress.

‘Take off your clothes I said,’ mama said menacingly, ‘otherwise I will order Jaggu to tear them off your body’.

‘Sharda looked for a way to escape her tormentor but there was none.

‘Jaggu undress her,’ mama ordered.

Jaggu moved towards Sharda. Sharda, with a look of a trapped animal, glanced at the advancing Jaggu. Slowly with tears in her eyes she started to unbutton her blouse.

‘Jaggu wait,’ mama said seeing Sharda had started to undress. Couple of minutes later Sharda, with tears running down her cheeks, stood naked facing the table.

Till that day we had not seen a grown up naked. ‘Look at all the hair growing between her legs,’ Shamit exclaimed.

‘Yeah, she also doesn’t have a peepee. I wonder how she pisses,’ I replied.

‘Shh someone might hear us. We will talk about it later, let us watch now,’ Shamit whispered.

We saw mama walk round her.

‘Nice, very nice. No wonder dewarji likes you so much,’ she repeated and then poking her finger at the hair growing between her legs added, ‘Tau iss choot ko chudai se bachane ke liye tune mera hukum nahin mana. Kya teri choot abhi tak kori hai? (So you disobeyed me to protect this cunt from getting fucked. Is your cunt still virgin?) Sharda blushed but remained silent.

‘Haramzaadi, jawab de! (Answer me, you bitch!),’ mama said twisting her nipples sharply.

‘Haan (Yes),’ Sharda replied in a whisper.

‘Good,’ mama said walking back to her chair.

Once she was seated comfortably she said, ‘Dewarji aap iss haramzaadi ko chodena chaate the na? Yeh tayyar hai chod lo isse (Dewarji you wanted to fuck this bitch didn’t you? She is ready, go on fuck her)’.

Mama’s offer took chachu my surprise. ‘Y…Y…Yahan? A…A…Aapke samane? (H…H…Here? I…I…In front of you?’ Chachu stuttered.

‘Haan iss haramzaadi ki choot hamaare samane phard do. Agar yeh na chodene de tau isse maarna (Yes deflower the bitch in front of us. If she struggles then hit her),’ mama decreed.

Gleefully Chachu pushed down his trousers and underpants. Then knotting his shirt round his waist walked, with his huge cock pointing towards the ceiling, to the hapless girl. Chachu took Sharda in his arms. He kissed her and squeezed her shapely breasts. Sharda let chachu do what he wanted with her. She knew that protesting or struggling would not help and in matter of minutes chachu’s big cock will put an end to her virgin days.

‘Sharda ab tu chach se chudwane ke liye tayyar hai? (Sharda are agreeable to let chachu fuck you?)’ mama asked.

‘Haan malkin (Yes mistress), ‘Sharda replied.

‘Just a minute,’ Sarit said interrupting Amit, ‘how old were you at that time?’

‘We? Oh around six or seven,’ Amit replied.

‘You mean to tell us that you understood all that was happening?’ Sarit asked unbelievingly.

‘Of course not,’ Shamit explained, ‘we could hardly hear what was being said and a few words, which we did manage to hear we did not understand. We were watching only because mama did not want us see what was happening’.

‘Then how do you know what was said?’ I asked.

‘Oh that? When we were older we asked chachu,’ Amit chuckled.

‘Okay. Tell us what happened next?’ Sarit asked.

‘After fondling Sharda for a few minutes chachu made her lie on the carpet. He picked up her legs and placed them on his shoulders and lay on top of her. He put his hand between their naked bodies. We could not see what he did. All this time Sharda lay quietly with her eyes closed.

‘Dewarji der mat karo. Phard do iss haraamzadi ki kori choot (Dewarji don’t delay deflower the bitch)’. Chachu grinned at her and took a firm grip of Sharda’s inert body.

‘AAAYYYYYIIIIEEEEEEE,’ we heard Sharda scream in pain as chachu pushed his hips froward. We wondered why she had screamed. Chachu’s commenced to move his bum up and down, slowly at first then gathering speed.

Papa’s mama’s and Jaggu’s eyes were riveted to chachu’s moving bum. We had never seen such a spectacle before. We watched with bated breath as to what was going to happen next. Chachu’s bottoms were moving much faster now. Then with a loud grunt he pushed his hips forward and lay panting on Sharda’s naked body. Sharda’s eyes were still closed but her mouth was open and like chachu she was also panting.

As we were wondering what had happened chachu’s bottoms started to move up and down again. This time he went on and on. To our surprise Sharda’s hips also moved in tandem with chachu’s bottoms. Then as earlier with a loud grunt chachu stopped and both chachu and Sharda lay still gasping for breath.

‘Dewarji it is enough for now, release her,’ mama said.

‘Bhabi, bas ek baar aur chodene do (Bhabi let me fuck her one more time),’ chachu replied.

‘Not now. You can fuck her as often as you like when she comes to your room tonight,’ mama said firmly.

Chachu stood up but Sharda continued to lie motionless on the carpet.

‘Why do you think he has stopped?’ I asked.

‘I think he has hurt himself, can’t you see the blood on his peepee,’ Shamit replied.

‘Oh bhabi it was lovely. I have yet to fuck a tighter choot,’ chachu said wiping his peepee with a napkin.

‘I am glad you enjoyed yourself,’ mama said. She opened her purse and took out a small but sharp looking pair of scissors. She walked up to Sharda, who was still lying on the carpet with her eyes closed, ‘Now for her punishment’.

‘Durga, don’t you think you have punished her enough,’ papa said mildly.

‘Aap isse saza kahete hain? Yeh tau mazaa tha. Aapne dekha nahin yeh kaisse chootter uchaal uchaal ke dewarji se chudwa rahi thi? (You call this punishment? This was pleasure. Didn’t you see how her hips were moving and fucking dewarji back?)’

‘Sharda get up!’ mama ordered.

Sharda opened her eyes and seeing the sharp scissors grabbed mama’s feet and begged, ‘Please mistress forgive me. I will never again disobey you’.

‘Sharda get up!’ mama repeated prodding her with the toe of her shoe. Sharda wept and continued to plead for mercy. But her tears and her groveling had no effect on mama.

‘Sharda on one hand you keep promising that you will never disobey me but on the other hand you are disobeying me right now. I have asked you to get up but you are still on the floor,’ mama said softly. Hearing this Sharda quickly stood up.

‘Good that is better. Now which part of your beautiful body shall I take? Shall I take your clit? No, I think I will take your boobs, they are so pretty. Hmmm I think I will cut off your teats,’ mama said taking the nearest one between her fingers.

As she was about to snip it off chachu shouted, ‘BHABI NO! PLEASE NOT HER TEATS’.

‘Sharda thank your stars that chachu likes you because he has saved your teats,’ mama laughed releasing her teat, ‘but I must have something. Yes, your ear lobes will do’.

Then catching her by the ear mama snipped off both her ear lobes. Poor Sharda screamed and cried but mama stopped only when she had finished.

It was a bizarre scene. Sharda was bleeding profusely and weeping bitterly. Papa and Jaggu looked shocked at what they had just witnessed. Even chachu could not hide his astonishment.

‘Now tell me will you ever disobey me?’ mama asked the bleeding girl.

Sharda was in no condition to answer. She was weeping with her hands covering her bleeding ears.

‘Sharda I asked you a question, answer me,’ mama repeated working the scissors in the air.

Sharda mumbled something. ‘Louder so that everyone present can hear you,’ mama ordered.

‘NO, NO I WILL NEVER DISOBEY YOU OR ANYONE OF THE FAMILY,’ Sharda screamed.

‘What will you do if a member of the family calls you to his room?’ mama persisted.

‘I WILL GO AND LET HIM DO WHAT HE LIKES WITH ME,’ shouted the hapless girl.

‘Good,’ mama said wiping her hands on a napkin, ‘Let this be lesson to everyone, especially to the two rascals watching from the window, if you disobey an order then you will be punished and punished severely’.

We nearly peed in our pants when we heard her. My first urge was to run and hide but Shamit stopped me saying, ‘We will be punished anyway why not see what happens now’. Nervously we continued to watch.

‘Here take these, I have no use for them,’ mama said pressing the cut earlobes into Sharda’s hands, then turning to Jaggu added, Take her to the dispensary before she bleeds to death on my carpet,’ mama said, ‘Later take this rug and burn it. She had bled all over it and ruined it’.

After Jaggu had left with Sharda mama said, ‘Dewarji jab yeh aaj raat ko aapke pas aaye tau sabse pahele isski gaand marna. Isske chootter bahut sakht hain aapko barda maza aayega (Dewarji when she comes to your room tonight then fuck her in the ass first. Her bum is very firm; you will enjoy yourself immensely)’.

‘As you wish bhabi, as you wish,’ chachu replied grinning happily. The show was over and everyone dispersed.

‘It seems mama is quite partial towards chachu,’ I remarked.

‘Is it possible that they are involved with each other?’ Sarit said hesitatingly.

‘We firmly believe that chachu and mama are having an affair,’ Shamit replied.

‘How do you know?’ I asked.

‘We can’t prove it as no one dares to speak about it aloud but we have heard whispers that mama regularly visits chachu in the dead of night,’ Amit said.

‘What about papa does he know?’ Sarit inquired. ‘We are sure that he knows but doesn’t care. He has enough women to fuck anyway,’ Shamit chuckled.

‘Do you think it was fair on chachu’s part to deflower Rama and Sharda just to satisfy his momentary lust?’ I asked.

‘No, it was not just “a momentary lust”, he really likes them. Even today, nearly two decades later, he calls them to his room at least once a week,’ Shamit said.

‘There is still a chapter left in Sharda’s story,’ Amit laughed, ‘The news of her punishment spread like wild fire. Within two hour everyone on the farm knew what had happened. A week later a man came to see mama’.

‘Who are you?’ mama asked imperiously.

‘Mistress, my name is Banwari. I am Sharda’s father,’ he said bowing low.

‘What do want?’ mama demanded to know.

‘I have come with a request. My Sharda was engaged to be married to a young man in our village but when he heard that she is no longer a vir… I mean to say that when he heard that Sharda has lost her earlobes, he refuses to marry her,’ Banwari explained.

‘What do you want me to do?’ mama mellowing down a bit.

‘Mistress, I humbly request you to order him to fulfill his commitment as no one else will marry her,’ Banwari requested with folded hands. Mama thought for a minute.

‘Forget that boy, he must be a fool if can’t recognize a jewel when he sees one, mama replied, ‘From today it is my responsibility to see that she gets married. You will not have to spend a penny. I will make all the arrangements and also give her a handsome dowry. When everything is ready, you will be informed so that you can give away the bride’.

‘A month later Sharda married Jaggu,’ Shamit added, ‘Jaggu was happy as he had lost is wife six months ago and Sharda was also happy as other than the family, Jaggu was the only person who had witnessed all that happened’.

‘So the Sharda saga had a happy ending except for losing her earlobes,’ Sarit sighed.

‘It seems that the family enjoys sex?’ I giggled.

‘Yes, God has made sex for enjoyment and we love every aspect of it except incest,’ Shamit replied.

‘Ladies, I think we should be returning, it is getting late,’ Amit said.

‘No not so fast. What happened to you two? Did mama punish you too?’ I asked with a naughty smile.

‘Let us start for home,’ Shamit laughed, ‘we will tell you about it in the car’.

‘When everyone had dispersed we both ran to our room and fearing punishment hid under the bed. We remained there till lunch was announced but mama did not come, ‘ Shamit said, ‘At lunch mama was her usual loving self. By evening we were convinced that we would not be punished’.

As we were congratulating ourselves Mishri, our old maid, warned, ‘Mistress is coming’.

We dived for cover but before we could crawl under the bed mama was in our room. ‘You rogues, come to me,’ she ordered.

She sat us in her lap and running her fingers through our hair said, ‘Didn’t I tell you to go to your room and stay there?’

We both nodded vigorously.

‘Then why did you not obey me?’ she said twisting our ears.

‘Are you going to cut off our ears also?’ I asked with tears in my eyes.

‘No, not this time,’ she laughed, ‘but I still want to know why you disobeyed me?’

Now that our ears were safe, we felt a little braver. ‘We wanted to see what you didn’t want us to see,’ Amit replied managing a smile.

Mama laughed aloud.

‘Mishri, no dinner tonight for these two rascals,’ mama said then turning to us added, ‘I am letting you off lightly this time but if you ever disobey me again, I will cut off your little peepees. Understood?’

Again we nodded vigorously.

‘Did you disobey her again?’ I asked automatically.

‘Amit didn’t, his peepee is intact,’ Sarit giggled, ‘I can vouch for it from personal experience’.

‘I also didn’t disobey her,’ Shamit laughed, ‘I am sure Adi you can confirm it’.

They laughed their heads off while I tried to hide my embarrassment behind my hands.

‘Omigosh Sarit, what a family, everyone seems to be fucking each other,’ I said to Sarit, when we both were alone the next morning.

‘Kya papa aur chachu bhi hamain chodenge? (Will papa and chachu also fuck us?)’ Sarit asked in a hushed tone.

‘I doubt it. They consider us as their daughters and as Shamit said they don’t practice incest,’ I replied.

‘What a pity, I would have loved to check out chachu’s big cock,’ Sarit said wistfully.

‘Me too, but you can’t win them all,’ I replied.

After spending another lovely week at the farmhouse, papa told the twins to return to the city and get back to work. Basanti and Shanti were to accompany us.

Next morning we were packed and ready to leave. ‘My darlings I am going to miss you, ‘ mama said hugging us both, ‘Remember the way to happy married life is to obey your man and see that he is comfortable’.

‘Yes mama,’ we murmured.

‘Don’t think I am advocating unconditional submission. If they are unjust to you then fight them,’ mama continued, ‘in this fight you can count on my support’.

Then turning to the twins said, ‘Boys, look after your wife and she will be loyal to you but if you mistreat them then she can make your life hell. Remember if you hurt them physically or emotionally, then you will have me to reckon with’.

‘You two come here,’ mama said curtly to the waiting maids, ‘I am not sending you to the city for sight seeing. Work hard and obey your mistress’s every wish’.

Good byes done, we traveled to the city in the family BMW and the maids with our luggage followed us in a SUV.

We reached our new home around three in the afternoon. The flat was huge. Like the farmhouse, it was tastefully furnished.

Jamroo was waiting for us. He welcomed us with garlands. He was so excited to see us that he did not know what to do.

‘No, no don’t sit there, sit here it is more comfortable. Mistress what will you have? Shall I bring something to eat? Lunch is ready or would you like a snack? Oh, you must be tired after the long drive, your rooms are ready if you would like to rest,’ he said in one breath.

He went on and on in the same strain till Amit cut him short, ‘Jamroo, calm down. We have had lunch on the way but we could do with some strong coffee’.

‘Yes immediately,’ he replied and disappeared towards the kitchen.

Ten minutes later he returned with a tray laden with coffee and snacks. ‘I have made these snacks specially for you,’ he said offering them to us.

‘Jamroo, we will help ourselves,’ Shamit said, ‘You go and pack your things as mama wants you back at the farmhouse by evening’.

‘Go back to the farm house?’ Jamroo asked bewildered, ‘Who will then look after you?’

‘Basanti and Shanti. They are coming in the SUV with our luggage,’ Amit said.

‘Those two are going to live here?’ Jamroo asked surprised, ‘Does malkin (mistress) know?’

‘Of course she knows. It was her idea,’ Shamit said, ‘Now go and pack your stuff’.

Jamroo left shaking his head and muttering loudly, ‘Madness, it is sheer madness to send them here. I always thought that the old lady was crazy but now she has proved it beyond any doubt’.

Everyone in the room must have heard him. I looked towards the men waiting for them to reprimand Jamroo for his insolent remark. They shrugged his remarks off by saying, ‘Old retainers are a pain. One has to tolerate them,’ and watched Jamroo disappearing into the kitchen.

‘If they didn’t mind the servant calling their mother insane, then who am I to interfere,’ I thought and forgot the whole thing.

By the time we finished coffee the maids arrived with the luggage. While Shamit was supervising the distribution of the luggage Amit said, ‘Jamroo give the driver some tea and snacks then off you go’.

When Jamroo was ready to leave, he said, ‘Sir may I talk to the girls for a minute, I have not seen them for some time’.

‘Why do you ask? Go ahead,’ Shamit said taken aback.

Later I asked Basanti, ‘Why was Jamroo getting angry with you?’

‘No didi, he was not angry,’ Basanti replied.

‘But I heard him shouting?’ I persisted.

‘Didi, father gets excited very quickly. He was seeing us after a long time therefore he raised his voice in excitement. Please forgive him if he disturbed you,’ was her reply. I was not fully convinced with her explanation but I let it go.

Sarit and I had never run a household before but with the help of the maids we soon got the hang of it. After two weeks of bliss, one morning when our husbands were ready to go to the office, Amit said, ‘Ladies, join us in our study, we have something important to tell you’.

When we had settled down Sarit asked, ‘What is so important that it could not wait till evening?’

‘Ladies, we have decided to divorce you,’ Shamit said. Sarit and I were shocked.

‘What?’ Sarit shouted, surprised.

‘But why?’ I asked as calmly as I could.

‘Because when you married us you both were not virgins,’ Amit elaborated, ‘there was no sign of a hymen. You both had fucked been well fucked before marriage’.

To be continued…

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Well friends this the third part of the story. I hope you enjoyed reading it.

What is going to happen next?

1) Will the twins carry out their threat to divorce Adi and Sarit?

2) Or, will the ladies be able to convince the twins that they are mistaken?

3) Or…

Read part four to find out the answer to these intriguing questions.

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Saheb Sahebji