Poker game bet

This is Rakesh a Bengali business man . I am a poker freak guy who use to be in poker mania everyday. Every first Tuesday night of the month my friends gathered to eat, drink and play cards. Reddy 's Bar was the site for the festivities. Krishnankant Reddy a member of the group, set up the card game in the back room. There was plenty of privacy and an endless supply of food and booze.

My wife Monami was 23 years old and was a house wife.

We had developed healthy sexual relationship during our marriage. The mere site of Monami put me in the mood. After work I couldn't keep my hands off Monami. She didn't mind at all.

I was a lucky man to have Monami asmy wife. She was young and beautiful and she loved me very much. she would do anything for me

She knew Monday night was my poker night. This particular Monday night she decided that she wanted to go along. She knew that I would try to talk her out of going, so she put on her sexiest outfit.

Her white top and skirt were made of a thin stretchy material. The white outfit showed off her well-tanned 37DD-23-35 frame. The top was cut low showing substantial cleavage. Monami never wore a bra. The firmness of Monami's breasts was apparent. They supported her top, not the other way around. The top stopped just above Monami's belly button and the skirt began just below it. The short skirt was just long enough to cover her assets. Monami finished off the outfit with spiked high heel shoes and a small handbag.

No Man's Land

Deepak Mehta a flourishing business man was under stress as he was childless. His vast empire grew by day. As he stepped into 40th year he was a worried man as he had no child to take care of his business. Constantly he took advice from eminent personalities but failed. He could not marry another woman as the business he handled belonged to his wife. His wife, Kaveri a charming lady in her thirties was constantly looked down by her in-laws. This affected both of them and it had reached such a peak, that they were willing to sacrifice anything for it.

One day Deepak and his wife were introduced to an elderly couple, who a few years ago were childless. Hearing their advice both of them were pleased but it had many hurdles. First they had to travel a long distance to meet a person by name of Daniel Gonzoppa, an expert tracker, who could guide them to the sacred spot. Secondly it would take 8 to 10 days to reach the spot by foot from Daniel's place.

Third and most important factor was Kaveri had to have a lady companion as she would be the only female in the long journey. As they pondered about it, it came as a pleasant surprise to find Kaveri's aunt Mala, younger sister of Kaveri's mother to come forward to help them out.

When all was settled the three of them boarded a train and headed to the east. After chugging along for four days they reached a remote village. From there they had to travel by cart for another 3 hours before they reached a small hamlet.

In the Attic

It was on the tenth day of his grandfather's demise that the last of the relatives who had come to attend the funeral left Raj and his mother Kala alone in their small abode. It was difficult for them to get used to the fact that the old man was not prying upon them anymore. Since Raj lost his father 9 years ago, his grandfather kept a hawk's eye on them and now it was difficult for them to digest the fact that he was no more.

Having lived under his nose for 9 years it came as a big relief that at last they were not under his scanner. On one hand he felt free and on the other he was troubled as he had to take care of his mother. Though he was 19 years it was a huge responsibility on him to look after his mother with what little resources he had in hand. Having a strong feeling that he could manage, he felt relieved.

As evening dawned, his mother Kala looking at the stairs leading to the attic said. 'Why don't we go up and have a look.'

'Yes Mom,' he replied as he was keen to climb the stairs which he had not dared even to look at in the past 9 years. It was only his grandfather who used to climb up once in a while.

The anxiety grew as we started climbing and the moment he reached the top a heap of old furniture and wooden boxes greeted his vision. On closer scrutiny he found many such boxes scattered here and there. Pointing to one such box 'it belonged to your father,' said his Mom.

The Dark Night / Hanky

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Flash Back

Sitting on the soft cushioned chair he waited for his Mom to come down. He had been waiting for last 15 minutes and it usually never took her so long to dress up and come down. At that point of time he did not know what was holding her up as they had to reach the Airport to receive his uncle and aunt.

After glancing at his watch for umpteenth time as he looked up his eyes got focused on a gorgeous lady draped in a silk sari with her loose hair flying walking down the stairs. For few seconds it was difficult for him to envisage what he saw. It was hard for him to believe it was his mother, who was so gorgeously decked, her hair loose, her body swaying walking down the stairs and when she went past him, he was stunned when the perfume hit his nostrils. He was in a daze and as he could not reason out her appearance he followed her tamely.

On following his eyes got riveted on her movements. Seeing her body sway he felt something, something which he could not envisage at that moment. It was difficult for him to conjure what was happening to him or to her. He had seen his mother before, dressed more gorgeously but that had not attracted him as it had today. It was not the dress that had attracted him, it was something else. His curiosity made him look at her closely and when his eyes went over her back, he suddenly felt ashamed; to look at his mother's back.

Cooling Off

It was seventh of April, a sultry summer day and Anju Shenoy could not have forgotten this day for ever. Precisely seven years had passed since the dreadful afternoon when she had heard the tragic news of the accident which had shattered her life to pieces.

It was on that fateful day that her husband Rajesh Shenoy while returning home from office had met with an accident which had resulted in his right arm and leg being totally paralyzed. Since then, to date she had toiled hard to see that her husband and child were not affected in any respect and today after a lapse of seven long tormenting years she was feeling tired, fatigued, and lonely.

Today she was so tired that after finishing her lunch she just stretched herself on the sofa and reclining on it as she started recollecting the horrifying past, her eyelids grew heavier and before she could lie properly on the sofa she fell asleep. In her sleep as Anju moved down on the sofa, the sari covering her chest slipped down, exposing a part of her robust chest and down below, her midriff too was bare. While one of her leg was dangling down and the other one folded, her inner thighs were clearly exposed to any one's gaze who was nearby.

She was stretched out on the sofa totally lifeless and unmindful when her husband Rajesh pushed his wheel chair in and on entering the drawing room saw her lying there totally exposed, which made him draw his wheel chair closer to her. On getting closer, Rajesh looked at her robust body and when his gaze fell upon her exposed midriff, the most electrifying part of her body, he suddenly had the urge to lift his hand and touch her.

Coming Home

It all started with the Coming Home of Mr. Ravi Bahadur, a 22 year old Engineer with his wife Sujatha, charming young bride of 20 years to the ancestral home of his parents Mr. & Mrs. Rai Bahadur.

Rai Bahadur a towering figure at 44 years was a Land Lord in a small town named Kaiga.
His wife, Rohini, a real beauty was in her late thirties.
They were a hard working couple, loved, feared and respected by one and all in the town.
Being on the move every minute of the day, they had maintained an excellent physique and not even an iota of fat was in their bodies.
They wore a look of a young couple.


By nature, Rai Bahadur was up early every day.
After having a massage done by his servant, was out on his farm for a stroll.
He used to cover up to 10 K.
M everyday by foot before coming back to his huge mansion for breakfast.
His wife Rohini, meanwhile would finish all her morning chores like giving instructions to a stream of workers, who worked at the farm and as well as the mansion, going to the nearby temple to offer her morning prayers and also look after the house hold work.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Rai Bahadur were a couple on the move.
They looked after their huge farm very meticulously.
They had earned name, fame and were blessed with one and only son Ravi Bahadur.

A String of Flowers

Standing on the balcony of her single room flat she was gazing at the bright stars playing hide and seek with the passing of thin clouds. At time they were sparkling brightly and at times the darkness overshadowed them as was the case with her from the past five years.

Her eyes were filled as she recalled the moment when her son boarded the bus to reach a far off destination to pursue his studies, five years ago. Then also she had stood still staring at the bus slowly moving out of her vision and today she was gazing at the stars as the time of arrival of her son was nearing.

In the past five years she had hardly met him ten times when she had gone to the boarding home. How she had wished she had enough money to visit him regularly, but those days she could ill afford it. She had strived hard saving money to see this day and today being the first day of his job, she waited for him to come home.

She was uncertain as to when he would reach home. The seconds were slowly tickling by and as she was counting the stars as though counting the days of his absence, she saw a car approaching from the far side of the road. At first she just saw the dim lights and as it appeared closer, its lights started glowing like the stars and when it's light spread and illuminated the road, she could his face peeping out of the window eagerly to meet her.

A Naive Bride

She was Preeti Sehwal, young lass of 21 years having married a week ago to Prakash Sehwal, was on a trip to her mother's house, accompanied by her brother-in-law Rajesh who was 23 years of age.

Preeti had taken this trip on the advice of her husband Prakash, who earlier having spoken to her mother Sheetal had sent with her a sealed envelope addressed to her. Preeti was delighted to go to her mother's house and after traveling for 24 hours they reached the farm house situated some distance away from the nearest village.

Preeti was born and bred in this farm house and as it was on the outskirts of the village she did not have any friends except the few children of their housekeepers and gardeners. As she was the only child of Rajiv and Sheetal she was pampered a lot and when Rajiv met with a fatal accident six months ago, his wife Sheetal saw that Preeti was married off.

Sheetal had found in Prakash, a well established business man, most suitable partner for Preeti and soon she had celebrated their wedding with pomp and gaiety.

Grandma's Rituals

On the king size bed in the privacy of their bedroom Alka was thrashing her body wildly while her husband was pounding his cock deep into cunt. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her cunt and knew that any moment he may spurt. As she lifted her legs and allowed his cock to penetrate deeper, giving a final trust her husband spent his sperm into her and being exhausted lay upon her crushing her on the bed. She liked it as it was on rare occasion that he fucked her, more so when he had planned to go on a tour. It was his way of telling her that he will out for few days. Alka looked forward for his tours as it was during this time he used her body.

Today it was different as her husband had asked her to take their son and visit her mother. She was worried thinking about her mother who came from a nomad family. She was worried about the stories her mother would tell her teenaged son. She was worried it may upset him. Apart from the stories the rituals her mother believed in were shocking to some extent.

Was it necessary to take her son along was the question running through her mind. It would have been okay if they had to stay for a day or two, but her husband was keen in her having a long holiday. He had hinted a month. How was she going to control his son so long in the small hamlet was what that was harping her.

Lift Her Sari

He heard the car tyres screech and the door slam before she came striding in. She looked furious and it was the first time he heard her swear and as usual she went to her room and locked herself in. This was happening for a fortnight and Dileep sitting on the sofa could no longer see his mother suffer which prompted him to pick ip the diary and skin its pages.

On finding the desired number he dialled and the wait was tormenting before Shyla his mother's friend picked up the phone.

"It's Dileep," he said with a sigh of relief.

"How are you my boy?" asked Shyla.

"I am fine, can I speak to you," he asked.

"You are lucky to have caught me. I was about to leave," she replied.

"It's about mother, did she talk to you?" he asked.

"No what's wrong with her," she alleged.