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Indian Housewife Pay Honorarium

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.”

“But Sir, this honorarium has to be given by you both.” Matasari was fast to plead.

Sonam was silent so far, and yet deeply interested in these exchanges between Matasari and Balwant. She listened to each word, the surprises making her gape open mouthed.

“What needs to be done Matasari, tell me? I am prepared to do anything. Today, I have got back the priceless gift in life that a man could possess, the power of youth. And if everything works out well, I’ll fulfil my bahu’s cravings and be a proud father again.”

Matasari paused, unable to say anything aloud but whispering in a trembling and ashamed voice.

“You two have to take me on bed and continue to make love to me till I am completely satisfied.” She rushed through her words, unable to look at either Sonam or Balwant.

Sonam and Balwant looked at each other before looking back at Matasari. They had overlooked the fact that she was grossly lusted. Having witnessed the couple in intense copulation, not once but twice, was too much for her to withstand. Her lust had overtaken her, and she had asked for the ultimate ‘guru-dakshina’, the ultimate price. Whether there was any precedence to this was of little consequence, because both Sonam and Balwant were deeply in debt to her for making the night happen in a manner that they wanted. Their marriage was sanctified and concluded. If not in the eyes of society or others, but certainly to themselves.

In their eyes, the maid turned priestess was also to be their confidant in the matter, the living witness to their most wonderful union. It was true that very soon every member of the household, relatives and even neighbours, would have to be told as to why Sonam’s belly was swelling again while Rajesh, her socially wedded husband, was far away in a distant land.

The matter would have to be proactively shared with his brother and his wife, Anjali. How they would react to this wedding, and particularly the inevitable pregnancy, was unknown. But Balwant was the patriarch, and his word carried a stamp of authority and power. There was little anyone could do. Yet, Balwant apprehended, each one could ask for their own pound of flesh. Literally in their own erotic ways. Matasari was a case in point. As an acting priestess, she had placed her physical demand. If a maid didn’t hesitate to ask a physical togetherness, Balwant was certain that his brother and sister-in-law would hesitate at all and could be equally demanding.

Balwant resolved to tell about the marriage in the morning to his brother and his wife. That Sonam was now his wife was a ‘fait accompli’ and all should accept it because they had no choice. He would even encourage his bahu to talk to Rajesh and let him know. He looked into Sonam’s eyes and gave her a kiss, reassuring her by gesture that his love for her was well established and the maid’s demands, when fulfilled, would not diminish that love.

For now, it was Matasari’s turn to taste what she had been longing for.

“When were you last with your husband, Matasari? You know what I mean?” Balwant asked.

“Sahib, six months back when I had been to my village,” she said, her face shivering on being interrogated on her most personal matter.

“Hmmm. So that explains a lot, I think. Your price is getting clearer by the minute!” Balwant stifled his laugh.

In moments, he looked back at Matasari. “You said that even Bahu has to pay this price … Did I hear correctly?” Balwant asked her.

She covered her face leaving her ample breast open for display. The muff between her legs, though somewhat trimmed, was still full of coiled hair. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, not able to hide a blush.

Balwant’s mind was going in full circles as he anticipated what this meant. Yet, at that moment, he had his bladder full and needed immediate relief by emptying it. He kissed his bahu on the lips and turned on the side of the bed to stand on his feet. Both the women were amazed at what this man possessed, as it proudly dangled, its size astonishing even in a stage of rest. Picking up the crumpled dhoti, he roughly wrapped it around himself and dashed to the bathroom between the two rooms.

Relieving his bladder, he stood beside the wash basin and washed his face. It had been a very engaging night for him already and he needed to freshen up if he had to get into the act once again. The cold water made him feel invigorated and charged. But he followed this up by standing under a tap and cleaning his ‘lund’ which was coated with the seminal fluid and thick cum of the copulating couple.

When he had finished and was about to walk back to the bed, Sonam went to the toilet in turn. It was just as much a need for her too. She needed to relieve herself and freshen up. She didn’t want the night to end so soon. As she sat and heard her pee gushing out in a hurry, she thought of those moments earlier in the night when she had to bathe Balwant’s ‘lund’ as a part of the ritual with this very thing that came out naturally from humans and animals, male or female, alike.

When Balwant walked back to the bed, he realized that the nupital bed was in a way that best reflected what had happened earlier. The bed-sheets were all crumpled, the pillows strewn all over. There were stains of their combined juices visible here and there, as were smears of vermilion. There were garments and undergarments lying scattered on the bed and on the floor.

He watched Sonam walk back from the bathroom. Sonam had put on a flimsy nighty, possibly a bit hesitant now that Matasari had shown her lust equally for her as well as Balwant. Following her, Matasari also wrapped her saree around her, without blouse or petticoat. Even under these fabrics, they both left little to imagination, revealing extremely desirous curves on beautiful faces. And their nipples, taut and pointed, made Balwant crave for them. He felt an instant hunger to take those enticing nubs, of both these two women, in his mouth and suck on them. But he controlled himself for now.

“Matasari.. For the ‘guru-dakshina’ that you ask, we shall use the floor. It will accommodate us well, for I know the intensity in ourselves will prove the space on the bed as inadequate. Come, let us put two or three mattresses on the floor, and bedsheets too.” Balwant was taking the lead now.

They both nodded and quickly made arrangement on the wide, open floor in front of the marital bed.

There was a growing lust in Balwant as he looked at the shapely and firm curves of the village woman.

“You will get your fees priestess, but it will be in a manner that we desire to offer. We will not stop till you tell us to.” Balwant said, and then smiled at Sonam, who looked on shyly before nodding back.

“Yes, Sahib. Whatever the master offers is acceptable to this needy woman!” She too turned and looked at Sonam.

“Bahu, ek dupatta toh lao or enke ankhe bund kar dete hai. Enhe pata nehin lagna chaiye.. Kya hone wala hai. (Bahu, get a dupatta [lengthy scarf] and bind her eyes. She shouldn’t know what is going to happen to her).”

Sonam tied the dupatta on Matasari’s eyes, making sure that she was not able to see anything. And just as Balwant instructed, she led her so that she lay down on the middle of the mattress.

Matasari lay with her legs slightly bent. She occasionally scrapped one leg against the other, betraying the deep sexual turmoil she was undergoing. Her lips were slightly parted and her breathing somewhat heavy. She tried to move her covered face left and right, hoping to see something. Anticipation was building up for her.

Balwant moved up to Sonam and took her in his arms. His lips found hers as he kissed a refreshed bahu. The sweet taste filled him with renewed energy.

His fingers continued to roam around bahu’s body as he looked at the woman on the mattress.

“Matasari, I will take a test. If you answer correctly then your fruits will be quickly achieved. Or else, you’ll have to wait.”

Matasari ran her tongue over her lips.. “Yes Master … I accept the challenge.” She was unaware what the test could be, yet her words carried confidence.

Balwant pulled up his bahu’s nightie, drawing the hem up her thighs. Her slender soft legs were out for display. Keeping a finger on his lips, he cautioned Sonam to remain quiet. The bahu’s eyes were wide open, trying to anticipate what Balwant was up to.

He pulled her closer and, with one hand, tilted her head and forced his lips on hers to kiss her passionately. And then Sonam winced. His finger had invaded under her nightie and was touching her cunt lips. She cried out with a guttural moan in his mouth, squeezing her legs together to keep him away. He was not allowed easy access. He kissed her lips, sucking the lower one and, at that instant without warning, pushed in his thick, long, index finger to cut into Sonam’s vulva lips. He didn’t stop however by just inserting the finger. Rather, the finger persisted in exerting pressure and pain. The young bahu cried out in pain but, almost instantly, moaned in pleasure.

Balwant placed a hand on her mouth quickly, glaring eyes asking her to stop making a sound. As if that was possible, thought Sonam.

He kissed her further, arousing lust in his bahu who now started to kiss him back in a show of passion, holding the man’s cheeks with both her hands. Their lips swelled in the intensity of their kiss, but the raw pain brought more pleasure to both.

“Oh Mother!” she cried aloud as he poked his finger deeper inside her smouldering choot (cunt). She had no choice but to open her legs a little as he made his way in deeper.

“Bahu.. what happened?” queried Matasari, lying alone on the mattress with her eyes blindfolded by the scarf. The very sound of the shrieking bahu, obviously out of her released excitement, acutely heightened the maid’s own sexual need.

The patriarch’s index finger was now fully inside Sonam’s inflamed pussy, coating it with the slimy juices she was heavily leaking. She opened her eyes, now almost pleading silently to Balwant to prolong the drilling inside her, closing in her thighs to hold the man’s hand. Yet, she had an inquisitive look about her, as if trying to fathom what the patriarch was up to. He simply retained the mystical smile on his face and ploughed his finger in and out faster and faster, amid heavy breathing from his bahu.

Possibly, Balwant had by now gauged that the intended purpose and the stage that he sought in his bahu’s arousal had been reached. For, he stopped suddenly and pulled out his finger that evoked a clearly audible popping sound. Instantly, he took it towards his nose, taking in deep breaths, much to Sonam’s embarrassment.

“Come,” he whispered, and pulled her sharply to bring her close to Matasari.

Sitting down by Matasari’s side on the mat, he made his bahu sit beside him. “Now, Matasari, tell me.”

With a twinkle in his eyes he looked at Sonam’s embarrassed face and then placed his sodden finger on Matasari lips.. “Mooh kholo (open your mouth).”

Anxiety was evident on Matasari’s face. She opened her mouth and felt his fingers slide in. Instinctively she closed her lips and felt a unique taste that she thought she knew. But unable to conclude.

“Tell me what you think this is?” he inquired.

“Your finger, master.”

He laughed aloud. “Woh to hai. Lekin tumhe bolne paregi kya hai is par. (yes, that it is … but you have to say what is on it?).”

Matasari sucked on the finger again. The taste and smell was unmistakable. And thinking about the sounds she had heard a short while ago, that of a deeply aroused moaning of a woman, Bahu’s moaning actually, Matasari was squirming on the floor bed.


“Tell me.. Go on,” Balwant persuaded.

She shook her head in despair, unable to utter what she knew for certain it was. “Bahu’s …” ending what she was about to say.

“Bahu’s? Hmmm. What is it? Come on, Matasari, tell me.?” Balwant was unrelenting.

“Her, it’s her …” she hesitated, unable to let the word come out of her mouth yet gripped in spasms of desire. Unable to wait, she started to hungrily suck on the patriarch’s finger.

“You like it very much, don’t you, Priestess?” Balwant wanted to tease and needle her.

Matasari nodded her head, not letting go of his finger which remained in her mouth.

“Very well, let me introduce you to the source of that which you seem to like so much.” Saying this, he pulled out his finger from her mouth. But Matasari was in lust, sucking at the coated finger, and could hardly accept the denial. Her body raised involuntarily, chasing the withdrawn finger as her head bent at the neck, her tongue almost rubbing at the receding hand.

Balwant, by now, had got up and went around Sonam, watching her standing like a sex goddess. Her nightie was still wrapped around her thighs, but her breasts were almost popping out. He pulled her up and quietly motioned her to move her legs, one at a time.

Sonam did as directed, placing her legs on each side of Matasari’s face, and remained standing. She was careful not to touch Matasari, either with her legs or even with the uplifted nightie should it accidently unfold and fall. Once done, Balwant motioned Sonam to settle down, and then to squat on the blindfolded face of their maid.

Sonam’s molten wet pussy, almost at the verge of letting go droplets of her sex juices, was right on top of Matasari’s face. But for bahu, this very act seemed so unthinkable. Never in her imagination she had ever thought this would happen. She shook her face, trying to convey her reluctance. But Balwant, the dominant patriarch, merely shook his head to show his disapproval at his bahu’s effort at denial, and commanded her to settle down by silently pointing a finger towards Matasari’s face.

Having positioned herself, Sonam stayed forked over Matasari, with her legs spread out. The depravity of the act was sending sparks of lust and she knew that her pussy was getting wetter by the minute. She was even worried, if her leaking juice would drip from her swollen lips and fall on Matasari’s face. She shook her face again, making an attempt to move off. But Balwant held her close and slowly but deliberately pulled her down so that she straddled the maid. Carefully, so that she did not fall down.

Matasari could sense that something was happening around her by the rustle of air from the swaying nighty and the soft and yet audible sounds of moving feet. Even the heavy breathing of someone very close. But, she unsure of what was really going on. She could even hear soft exclamations.

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