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I am rohan and this whole incident is about my sexual encounter with my wife’s cousin sister Mukta Didi, or you can say my sister-in-law. She was divorcee and nearly six years elder then my wife and around three years elder than me. Actually Mukta Didi’s past married life was really awful and the condition in which she was bought home from her husband’s house was really terrible and later all this ended with a Divorce but even after that she remained in shock or long time.
Actually it was a lap of around 5-6 years, just after Mukta Didi’s divorce her real sister took her abroad along with her mom (My wife’s maternal Aunt), as she was in deep shock could not digest whatever happened and nearly after 5-6 years Aunty came back with Mukta Didi with a though to settle her one more time and in between these 5-6 years I got married to my wife.
In the beginning I did not had any clue about Mukta Didi’s past life that exactly what has happened with her, and when she was coming back to India I just came to knew from my wife that she was getting beaten up badly by her husband 2-3 times after which she filed for divorce and finally got away with her first marriage.
Anyway as I said Mukta Didi’s mother or my wife’s aunt wanted to settle her daughter on more time by remarrying her (Her father was expired long time back) and now being in a same town my wife got few responsibilities from her mother and I went to receive both Aunty and Mukta Didi from airport along with my wife and brought them home as their home was locked from years.
Mukta Didi is above average, innocent looking female with petite body of around 35-36 years of age, short in height with bit dark complexion and dense curly hairs. Throughout the way to home from airport and even after that she was mostly silent and it was my wife and her Aunt who was doing most of the talking.
I was looking at Mukta Didi in back mirror and her innocent features; she was looking out from the window. As such conversation in the car was about her other sister and everyday life of that nation. Anyway on the very next day I was back on my routine, though my wife stayed with her Aunt and sister at their residence to help them for one more day to make their home habitable.
And exactly after my wives come back I came to knew that Mukta Didi’s mother is thinking about remarrying her daughter and we (me and my wife) are suppose to help her in this. As such I did not had anything to do in this as my wife was independent, she could drive car and whenever she said I use to go office by public transport leaving a car on her disposal so that she can take them to the place wherever they want to go and this went on for couple of meetings, my wife companied them to meet two guys but things did not worked in Mukta Didi’s favor.
Anyway bit more time passed and I remember it was Saturday and I was having off from my job and my wife almost forced me to join them in this pre-matrimony meeting sort of a thing and half heartedly I agreed. Things changed when I and my wife reached at Mukta Didi’s house, her mom was not well.
As such nothing was serious, there was having bit of uneasiness because of indigestion or something and she was not willing to go, so now it was me who had to go along with Mukta Didi to meet that guy, as My wife was staying with her Aunt. Anyway now if I will talk about Mukta Didi then I will say that, from the time I entered in the house,
I was looking at Mukta Didi again and again and reason was very simple, she was looking really very nice. She was dressed up for pre-matrimony meeting in the typical Indian chuddidar suit pattern, tight fitting lower which is commonly known as pajami with kurta on top in same sort of fitting, and with her innocent features she was looking really very sensual to me.
Anyway now only I and Mukta Didi were supposed to go to meet that guy and, after around 20-25 minutes we both, me and Mukta Didi moved from there. As I said earlier she was looking really nice, very different from the day I saw her first day and don’t know why while driving I could not stop staring at her.
Her tight lower was reveling thickness of her thighs and I could see that her thighs were little plump, having bit of extra flesh, and in a same way because of her kurta’s tight fitting I could see the heaviness of her breasts. Anyway most of the time we both were talking on the way and our conversation was on very ordinary topics, once again on her lifestyle when she was living abroad and there traffic conditions as compared to Indian traffic management.
Finally in half an hour we reached to the place where we were suppose to meet that guy; it was a good restaurant and initially everything started well and soon that guy and Mukta Didi took separate table to talk to each other, and suddenly after say hardly 10 minutes Mukta Didi got up and moved out of the restaurant after saying “I am going” to me.
I also moved out and followed her and tried to ask her what happened, but she did not responded and we reached to the car, once again I tried to ask her the matter and she just said “I don’t want to talk about that” and tried to open the car gate which she knew is locked.
I opened the door and drove the car from there without asking anything, I could see that tears were floating in her eyes and for me it was really an awkward situation. I was heading towards home and when she realized that I going home she somehow spoke “I don’t want to go home” with a choked voice,
I was still very far from home so I slowed down the pace gradually and finally stood aside on the busy road and asked her, “fir kahan jaana hai?” Mukta Didi tried to say something but suddenly broke into tears and started crying. I cannot say how uncomfortable I was at that time, I just stood there and waited for her to recover and finally she regained after sometime, say 5-6 minutes.
“Want to have coffee?” I asked her, and she moved her head in yes while cleaning her tears with her hand. I took her to nearest coffee shop I knew and we both silently had our coffee while watching some news channel in the cafeteria without having any conversation on any subject. “I am sorry” Finally Mukta Didi uttered after sitting back in the car,
I smiled a bit in formality and spoke “don’t bother” and then spoke again, “are we going home?” and she moved her head in acceptance. Once again we did not had any conversation and we reached home within 20-25 minutes. After some time me and my wife took leave and on the way my wife explained me whatever happened.
Actually the guy who met today was asking Mukta Didi about her past and she was avoiding getting into detail but intentionally he was trying to get into detail to know exactly whatever happened with her and because of this Mukta Didi got impatient and came back. I asked my wife about whatever happened with her in the past as from the things happening I could see that it was not just whatever I was told.
With some hesitation my wife told me that she was somewhat sexually tortured and she really cannot talk anything about her past and gets impatient. After this I did not ask my wife to know more about her and life somewhat moved ahead calmly for few months, moreover after this incident as such the matter of her marriage got postponed for some time and I did not got any chance to meet Mukta Didi for long time.
Things moved bit more in that direction when once when I got late in leaving my office and finally got stuck in fog while coming back from office and it became really dangerous to drive with very less visibility on a highway and I stopped my car on road side and spoke to my wife that I am stuck on mid way.
It was matter of sheer co-incidence, that place where I was standing was hardly 2 km away from my wife’s Aunt house, or you can say Mukta Didi’s house and my wife suggested me to go to their house to stay for night and instantly dialed and spoke to Mukta Didi from other number, keeping me on hold.
At that time that was the best way out and I opted for that, somehow I reached to there house in fog and met Mukta Didi and her mom. I could see that in last around two months, when I last saw Mukta Didi, she had put on some weight, she was bit more plump now.
Anyway leaving me with her mom Mukta Didi went inside the kitchen and with in 10-15 minutes served me food and finally when everything ended she gave me her bedroom to sleep. Particularly at that time I was not sleepy or you guys can say that I wanted to see Mukta Didi for bit more time, so I asked her if I can watch television for some time and as expected we both came to living room again and chit chatted for some time.
By this time Mukta Didi was in nighty and couple of times I got chance to see her legs and thick fleshy thighs through fine cloth of her nighty when she came in particular angel with light while going out and came in the living room for some reason.
Anyway for some time we sat together in living room and had few words and I casually asked her about her plans and progress in marriage and all, and she told me that she does not want to get married again. I intentionally did not spoke to her on this subject and suggested her to find a job to get independent,
and she told me that she is already hunting for job and failing in that because as such she does not have any professional skill and any experience and she holds just M.A degree and that is of correspondence course. I gave it a thought and promised her that I will try to help her in this. Truly speaking friends till then and even after this I did not had any such intentions for her; I could not think that I will ever get on bed with her.
Just like most men, I just use to stare at female body, mostly their thighs and breasts and Mukta Didi was having kind of physical assets which I like most. If I will try to define Mukta Didi’s physical appearance in words then I will say, she shorter than me must be 5′ 2″ or 5’3″. Her breasts were reasonably big and nice but not at all well shaped,
not much but she was bit over weight for her height and she didn’t had flat tummy, and over all she was bit chubby as there was good amount of flesh on her arms, thighs and ass mounds. Moreover like most other men I have a habit of masturbating and I had to retain this habit even after marriage because my wife has bit less desire for sex as compared to me, so this habit use to tranquilize my unattended sexual urge.
As expected that night I could not stop myself from masturbating and this time it was Mukta Didi about whom I was fantasizing. Anyway going back in sequence, after around an hour of tv watching and chit chatting we decided to go in bed and till then I had eyes full of Mukta Didi, especially her breasts.
Finally I slept in her bedroom and as I said earlier masturbated while thinking about her before getting into sleep and Mukta Didi slept with her mom. From very next day I started trying for her job in my organization and somehow finally succeed in week’s time to make place for her in some other department.
Though she was not getting highly paid for this job, even then Mukta Didi agreed, because somehow she wanted to get busy. With the intentions to save her money and fulfill my desire to spend time with her I suggested her to commute with me, as her house was bit on my way to office and home.
After bit of forcing from my wife’s side she agreed for that too and finally I and Mukta Didi started commuting together, in the morning while going to office she use to meet me at some point on the main road and while coming back in the evening I use to drop Mukta Didi at her door.
As such we hardly use to meet in office because we both were in different sections, moreover I was on higher rank and she was into somewhat clerical work of maintaining the records and all. Time passed like this, around 2-3 months,
she was fully engrossed into work and was at much better mental state then before and we were much friendlier than before and most of our friendship grew on the road while going and coming back from office. By now I was addressing her Mukta instead of addressing Didi after her name and not always but sometimes she use to address me with just my name instead of saying Jiju or Jijaji.
Undoubtedly I was enjoying Mukta’s company and many times I use to get aroused in the morning itself whenever I got to see thickness of her thighs in tight pajami’s at bottom and sometimes bit of her deep cleavage in tight fitting kurtas. In these 2-3 months, we had coffee several times on the way to home and couple of times she took me home for that and I met her mom as well.
Here I must mention that slowly I was getting diverted towards her, physical as well as mentally. She had an innocent gesture and use to speak with some hesitation, after thinking bit before saying anything and her that gesture use to arouse me more and from last 2-3 months from the time we were moving together on road she was the only female about whom I use to fantasize while masturbating,
Rather I must tell you guys that sometimes while fucking my wife I use visualize Mukta lying under me. Anyway everything was moving like this and I came knew bit about her past married life which I already knew, but most important thing about this was that it was never me who asked her about her past,
She told me whatever she wanted to say and I just listened her calmly without asking her much about it. I had a hint of bit more about her past but that thing never came in our conversation, I mean to say as such she never spoke about her getting sexually tortured which I came to knew from my wife, neither I thought about raising that matter.
Finally the day came when we both, I and Mukta got further close, I remember this happened after around 3 months from the day she joined my organization. Unlike our routine we were very late in reaching back home, because I was not in office for whole day and reached back even after one hour from the time when we usually use to leave office.
And then it took me half an hour to finish my work of organizing papers, for which I was out for whole day. Truly speaking I was back just to pick and drop Mukta, and if I did not had to do that I would have gone straight to my home with the things I bought from market.
Finally somewhere around 8 or 8:30, I dropped her home and she invited me for coffee upstairs, I tried to avoid though I wanted to go for that, but she insisted me as she knew that I have skipped eating my lunch as it was in office and I was roaming out since morning. Finally I agreed, may be because that day Mukta was looking really very seductive in her favorite outfit,
Tight black lycra leggings at bottom and dark maroon color kurta with bit of golden print on that without any Duppta and in absence of duppata I could see that her breasts were jutting out of her bra making deep cleavage which was slightly visible. Anyway I rose on steep stairs behind her and had ample view of her fleshy ass and got hard in a fraction and thought about calling my wife while going back from here,
To tell her that I want to fuck her tonight and like so many past nights I was thinking about fantasizing Mukta, while fucking my wife. But at her home something else was waiting for me, her mom was not well and she could not speak much because of pain in her chest.
Suddenly whole scenario changed in a fraction and we both got worried as she told me that Aunty is heart patient with bit of neuro problem and within 2-3 minutes, when I saw that thing is getting worse at her end, I decided to take her to hospital and Mukta acted swiftly for that and within five minutes we were taking her mom out of the house.
We rushed to the best nearest hospital which was bit expensive in my perspective as well. Mukta tried to take me some other hospital which was bit closer than that but I did not listened to her because I was really very scared. We reached to the hospital and treatment started, fortunately everything was normal and she was having intense gastric problem.
It took us more than 3 hours to release her mom as she was kept in observation for some time and finally by the time we came back it was well passed to 11. From the time, I came to knew that Aunty is having just gastric trouble I was relieved and within few minutes I came back in same mental state in which I was wandering before all this.
Since then somehow I was continuously staring Mukta as she was in same sexy outfit, moreover she was continually with me and being taller than her I was having plentiful view of her deep cleavage and I could see that she was wearing bra which was bit tight to her breasts and that is why her cleavage was more prominent then usual days.
Finally leaving Mukta and her mom safely home, I wanted to go home, but Aunty insisted me to stay as for me there was long way to go and I had to drive on main highway, where heavy trucks use to roll in these hours. My wife had information of everything happening around me and she too suggested me the same thing, and I decided to settle there for night, though I was bit dishearten,
Because an urge of having physical pleasure was rising in me every second and to tranquilize that with my wife, I had to go home. Truly speaking till then I did not had anything in my mind that I am going to try anything like that with Mukta, though I was heavily aroused because of ample view of her body and I was bit glad in other way that I will be able to spend some more time with her.
Finally we all had some dinner and once again like before I was suppose to sleep in her room for some time I saw television alone as Mukta was busy in winding the kitchen and few other tasks and finally came and sat beside me on the carpet resting her back on other sofa, after setting her mom in bed for a sleep, moreover after changing into night wear,
Wearing long nighty and this time she was wearing salwar underneath and my view to look at thickness of her thighs was obstructed. Anyway for some time and we chit chatted casually, she asked me how much I paid in hospital. Initially I avoided telling her the amount, but she insisted me to speak up, finally I uttered.
Next she tried to pay me that, it was not much amount especially for me, though it was bit for her I guess, as I knew her income and I completely ridiculed her offer and finally convinced her that in any case I will not accept that money. It was not that I wanted to impress her by showing my kindness, this was my or you can say my whole families gesture that we never accept money spent for any such use.
Finally time was well passed to 12, when casual subjects of conversation ended between us and I asked her for coffee and she came back with two mugs and somehow we came on going to personal matter in conversation and I asked her again about her thinking of getting married again.
Actually it was her mom who told me to talk to her about this when she was alone with me for some time in the hospital. Well now I would like to tell readers that now I am trying to write down my conversation with her and it was mostly in Hindi, but I am trying my best to write it in English so that many readers who do not understand Hindi can also read and understand all that,
But truly speaking I am little weak in English, and if I will fail to translate it I will write it with Hindi words written in English. Anyway when I asked her about her thinking of getting married again, Mukta spoke same thing which she said earlier that she does not want to get married now.
I could feel that now things between us were much changed as compared to last time when I stayed here and asked her same question, now we both were freer to talk to each other on any subject and I asked her reason for this reply. For which she said that now she does not have strength to take the risk of trying this relation once again.
I tried to make her understand that as such there is no risk in that and she was just unlucky for the first time and things could be different if she will marry again. Friends I cannot forget her face with which she was looking at me, she was looking really very innocent and with some hesitation she uttered to reply me and her words were,
“Jiju you don’t know mere saath kya hua hai”…then she spoke again, “I think I would have died, if I would have stayed there” I was speechless, I wanted to ask her the detail but I took the conversation in other direction on the same subject by saying, “it’s not necessary that, all those things will happen again…..rather I am sure it will not happen again…..that is our outlook,
We will find a good match for you” Mukta was looking down when I was saying all this and she looked up as I ended and spoke after few seconds of looking into my eyes, “everyone wants to know about my past…. All guys I met were more interested in knowing why I took divorce…I don’t want to talk about that”
“but that is obvious….. if I would have at their place then certainly I would have asked you too….what is wrong in that…..just try to be transparent…you also ask them about their past” once again I spoke long and then spoke again, “you should brief them about your past” “that’s not possible…..I can’t do that…” Mukta replied, and then spoke again while getting up,
“I think we should sleep now….” I tried to hold her wrist, it just happened instantly may be because we were friends now and she did not mind that when I stopped her going from there by saying, “please sit here…..I am not asking you anything…. about your past”. Mukta sat down and looked into my eyes for a fraction.
“think about it…. Sabhi ladke tumhare ex-husband jaise nahi hote…” I spoke again and tried to convince her, “I know…aur sabhi ladkiyan…. Chetna(my wife) Jaisi lucky bhi nahi hoti” she was looking down while saying that and she saw up into my eyes for a fraction and then continued looking down. I was speechless, and before I would have said anything Mukta spoke again,
“I am really afraid of that….” “kya……. afraid of what?” I asked her back, she continued looking down for few seconds and then spoke while looking up, “wo hi” “you mean sex?” I asked her in low voice and she moved her head in yes. “everything will be all right…don’t worry about that….I mean…you cannot live alone for whole life…..Chaachi Ji (her mom) aaj hain…
I wish she should always stay healthy…but one day we all have to go” I spoke in the tone as if I am trying to make her understand, like we speak with children. ” I know…..mujhe shaadi se koi problem nahi hai…but main wo nahi karr sakti” Mukta spoke while looking down, I smiled a bit on her statement and spoke in same fashion,
“come on Mukta, ab koi tumse shaadi karega to tumhare saath sex to karega hi….I mean this is so silly….ki tum kaho ki main sex nahi karungi” this time I was very straight forward and it just came out of my mouth, and I could see that she did not mind that. “I know…that is why I don’t want to get married….I don’t trust anybody” “fine…get me one more cup of coffee….”
I did not had anything to say at that time, but I want her to stay with me for some more time, certainly I was aroused because of her body odor as by now we were sitting very close on the carpet, moreover I could see size of Mukta’s breasts closely and could feel softness of her jugs and I admit that it was my shamelessness that I could not stop staring at them in such serious talk, And I was getting plenty of time for this because as she was looking down most of the time while talking to me.
Mukta looked at me for a fraction as I asked her for one more coffee and asked, “aap ne sona nahi hai kya” “nahi..I don’t want to sleep…. Tomorrow I will take off…you also do that….I think you should stay with Chaachi Ji (her mom) tomorrow for whole day.pls comment me on I am from mumbai.
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