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.