[The taboo love between the Indian housewife and her father-in-law has ended in their secret marriage and both are overwhelmed in the intensity of their love and physical attraction for one another.
The maid turned priestess had aided and conducted the marriage to the satisfaction of the couple. And, in return, she had been assured a payment of her 'honorarium' by the master of the house himself. May be, he mistook the intentions of the priestess when he had made that commitment, but a promise had been made. The time had come now for her to claim that price. How does she do it, what does she reap? It is this that unfolds in the chapter.
As stated in earlier chapters, the flavor is Indian, and there is usage of the local Hindi language (in italics) to some extent, where relevant. But, for the benefit of readers, English translations have been provided alongside in every case. Those readers who feel alienated when reading stories set in India or by Indian writers, may feel like leaving even before reading. But nothing would give greater joy to the author than a broader viewership. Love, sex, erotica is universal and there could be hardly any difference in the fulfillment of these basic human behaviors.
Once again, there is no resemblance to any living characters, and as an erotic story its purpose is to give fun and pleasure.
As always, the author looks forward to comments from readers. Even critical comments and suggestions ultimately turn out to be helpful.]
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Matasari sat by their side, stark naked, watching the couple who had just finished another round of intense sexual activity. Her face was still full of desire as she looked at Balwant and Sonam. Her large breasts, hanging down as large ripe mangoes, the dark nipples sitting prettily on the curves like grapes, wanting to be plucked and tasted. She had been occasionally taking her finger between the folds of her legs while the couple were copulating to consummate the marriage. The area was covered with muff of dark hair, hiding the vulva and the crevice that ran between them. Her horniness was glaringly evident in the moistness of the area, obviously formed from the juices that she had secreted.
"You have to offer 'returns' to the priestess for concluding this marriage. You have no objections to that?"
Balwant lay on top of his bahu when he heard those words from the maid turned priestess, Matasari.
He and Sonam had just copulated like animals ... more like dogs in fact. Inundated with ferocity, he had mauled her until he burst inside her 'choot' (cunt). He had filled her womb with his thick cum that contained his virile sperms, covered the fertile eggs of his daughter-in-law who was now his newly wedded bride, certain that she would be impregnated before the night was over.
It was Balwant's second ejaculation that night, but honestly even this load was of no small measure. Much of the gooey substance rushed out from Sonam's pulsating vagina on to the rumpled bedsheet the moment she turned her back and lay facing Balwant, with their arms around each other. She had made every endeavour to retain as much of it within herself for the primary intention of her desired pregnancy.
"I love you Babuji, I love you too much. Never have I loved a man more than this. And I promise to bear your children in my womb. Only yours from now on," her words gushed out emotionally.
Balwant held her closer, tightly squeezing her into his chest so that Sonam's breasts were leaking the milk that they held within, wetting the mat of thick hair on Balwant's chest.
"I love you too, Sonam. You are mine and shall for ever remain so." Lovingly, he removed the few strands of her hair that were covering her forehead. He bent and kissed her lips. Sonam could still smell the remnant sweetness of the pan (betel leaf) that Balwant had chewed after dinner much earlier.
Exhaustion was creeping into both Balwant and Sonam after the frenzy of their sex for such a long period of time. And so, although Balwant had heard the hesitant mumblings of the priestess and had even asked her to open out and tell clearly what she wanted, the newly wedded couple were almost half asleep.
"Sahib.. Sahib.(Sir, Sir)!" It was Matasari's attempt to awaken the master of the house. She felt disappointed and perhaps frustrated that the couple were now indifferent to her needs once the marriage was accomplished.
Balwant felt a soft hand touching his bare torso and wanting his attention. He woke up with a fit and realized that he was still atop Sonam. He slowly slid down on the side with his hand still on her bare stomach.
"Huh!" He said with some initial irritation, and then having realized that he had agreed on the 'gurudakshina' (honorarium), mumbled out, "Yes, yes, tell me... what is it that you want?"
He noticed that Sonam too had woken up and was rubbing her eyes.
"Your marriage is still not complete ...something else remains," Matasari said, trying to bring importance in her words by stressing on the 'incompleteness' that remained. Any 'incompleteness', she was certain, was not what the couple would ever want! This realization alone would goad the couple to meet her own hidden needs, thought Matasari.
"Kya. Matasari.. Bahu aur maine doh doh bar chudai ki hai.. Phir ek bar aur (What Matasari? Bahu and I have fucked twice already ...and yet you say once again)?" His voice was still groggy.
"No Sir, that is not what I meant ..." Matasari said, a trifle hesitatingly.
"Then tell me what else is necessary?" He leaned over, and gently pushing back the ruffled hair from Sonam's forehead, gave her a kiss but not hiding a trace of impatience at Matasari's words and requirements that came in phases all through their secret wedding. The priestess seemed to be framing rituals by the minute! He wished to go back to deep slumber.
Her face going red, Matasari was unable to utter what she wanted to say. "You and bahu now have to pay the honorarium that's due to a priestess."
"That doesn't matter ... you will get that. Tell me how much I have to pay." Balwant assured her, trying to quickly settle the matter.
"Sir, the priestess gets a special type of honorarium in this type of marriage." Her face was continuing to go red as the blush transferred to other parts of her body. She stood in front of them, bare without a stitch of cloth anywhere on her voluptuous body. As she stood stark naked, the quivering on her lips was palpable. The look in her eyes were full of lust, something that would never escape notice from a matured and experienced man.
Balwant's ignorance started to fade as he quickly guessed what Matasari was eluding to. Yet he wanted to be sure.
"Tell Matasari .. whatever you say ...you will get that. It doesn't matter even if you ask for it now itself."
