I had already flirted with the milkman very early in the morning, but I left him unfulfilled, for I didn’t let him do what he had been lured to do with me. I had excited him to an extreme extent but I left him in-satiated.
Having met her first in my friend’s house, I frequented my visits to his house, hoping to come close to Pinky. I had already made my plan of seducing her. Sammy and our friends often sat late till night in his drawing room, chatting, playing card, and drinking.
She began in her whispering voice, “I had come to attend a marriage in a nearby village. The bus had stopped at this place. With the permission of the driver, I went to a nearby field to relieve myself. When I came back I found that the bus had already departed. I was left stranded on the road. I have been standing here for half an hour. Now it is getting dark…”
On very first night of my marriage, I realized that my life had been ruined. He told me very frankly that he was impotent, and he could not perform sex. He threatened me not to open my mouth and continue to live with him as his wife.
I have noticed many times that whenever I enter the room while my husband and Mehta happen to be drinking, Mehta begins to stare at me. I give him a smile, just out of courtesy because he is my husband’s boss. I see that he feels very happy when I give him a smile.
My sisters-in-law were working to my satisfaction. They earned me millions every month. Cigarettes and drinks were common in the house now.
In the evening, when I generally reached home, I found them naked, walking inside the house from room to room.
“I charge 500 rupees for one hour, and 2000 rupees for whole night,” she said very frankly.
I was almost stunned because I had not expected that the woman working in that government office could be so bold and frank.
She was very beautiful, wearing jeans and black top. She was around five and a half feet tall. She had long hair, reaching up to her hips. Her big black eyes and soft pink cheeks made her look more appealing. When I noticed her pink lips, I was bowled.
Her husband worked in Dubai, and he came back home once in two years. Only last month he had come back home.
It was the month of March. I was taking my exams in college, so I used to study late into night. Sometimes, I went out in the lane to smoke a cigarette in the middle of the night.
It was Sunday, and like any other Sunday I was at home. My wife having gone to her parents’ house, I was feeling very lonely.
Two days after the departure of my wife, the landlord’s daughter-in-law, Reena, came to my room and said, “Do you want anything? I mean shall I cook something for you.”