My name is Renu Gupta. I am 32 years old. I am married, and I have two children. The story I am going to tell you today is an experience I had with my Nandoi (husband’s sister’s husband).
My husband has one sister who is five years older than him. She is married, and she lives in Delhi with her family. She is good-looking, and her husband is also equally good-looking. He is a charming man with a good sense of humor. He often cracks jokes and makes us all laugh. He was also very friendly with me. I didn’t think he was showing me special interest because that’s how he was with everybody. But, one day when I was alone in the kitchen, he came to the kitchen, stood next to me, and put one arm around my waist. I was taken aback because he had never put his arms around my waist. He casually asked me what I was cooking. I told him I am cooking paneer masala. He kissed my cheek and walked away as if he had done something very normal. I was shocked. My legs were shaking as I tried to understand what had just happened. I kept it to myself, but he made his intentions clear to me the following days. He used to come to me when I was alone and pinch the side of my waist or touch my buttocks. Even though I had a habit of covering my waist and belly with my saree, he would move my saree and feel my waist. Sometimes, he would also kiss my neck and cheeks. He made it seem playful, and I couldn’t stop him because I liked him.
One time during Holi, his family came over to our home. We played Holi on the street with family, friends, and neighbours. Everybody put colour on each other, and there was a lot of laughter and happiness. Suddenly my husband targeted me. He smeared colour on my face, and others joined him and put colour all over me. Laughing, I escaped and ran home. Seeing someone follow me, I ran into the house and went to the bedroom. I stopped and turned around, expecting to see my husband. But it was my brother-in-law. Nobody else had followed me.
“You can’t run away and hide from me!” He said and came closer.
“Jija ji! You already put colour on me!” I yelled.
“Okay, okay. I won’t put colour on you. But I will definitely punish you for running away,” he said and put his left arm around my waist. He pulled me against him and slipped his right hand into my blouse.
“No, Jija ji! Someone will see us,” I said, trying to push him.
“I have to punish you,” he said and started squeezing my breasts mercilessly.
“Please, Jija ji…stop it. Someone will see us,” I groaned.
Squeezing my breasts, he said, “Make a promise, and I’ll let you go.”
“What promise?” I asked, trying to free myself from his arm.
“Promise me you’ll come to the room on the rooftop,” he said, still squeezing my breast.
I was scared someone may walk into the room and see us. So I said, “I promise.”
He took his hand out of my blouse. He pecked a kiss on my lips for the first time and said, “Good. All these people will eat food and go to bed early. I’ll be waiting for you at 10. You better keep your promise. If you don’t…”
“What will you do?” I asked, looking into his eyes.
He came closer and whispered, “I’ll rape you.”
My heart started beating faster. The thought of having sexual intercourse with him made my legs feel weak. He smiled, turned, and walked away, but I stood there with swollen breasts and a wet vagina. I didn’t know what to do.
That night, after playing Holi, I had a bath and wore clean clothes. Everybody was tired. We had dinner early and went to bed. I lay next to my husband, wondering if Jija ji will be there on the rooftop at 10. I couldn’t sleep as I was curious to find out.
My husband was already snoring. I waited patiently, watching videos on my mobile phone. At about 9:50pm, I slowly got down from the bed and left the room. It was quiet. I went to the back door and opened it. I stepped out and closed the door. I felt a cold breeze and shivered. I covered my belly with my saree’s pallu, but I was still shivering with fear and excitement. I climbed the stairs, curious to find out what he wanted to do to me.
There was nobody on the rooftop. I could see streetlights and people on the street below. I went to the room at the end of the terrace. It was a small room that served as storage and a guest room. The door and the window were closed. I thought he must have changed his mind. Disappointed, I turned to go back when I heard a whisper, “Renu. Come inside.”
I looked at the window of the room. It was half open, and I saw him in the dark room. Excited, I went to the door. He opened the door, and I entered inside. He closed the door and took me in his arms. He kissed my lips. I just closed my eyes and let him kiss me. His tongue swirled in my mouth, and his hands caressed and squeezed sensitive parts of my body. I just surrendered to him that night.
After a few minutes, he broke the kiss. I opened my eyes. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The little light of the moon and the streetlights coming through a tiny ventilation were sufficient to see his face. He looked desperate, and he was in a hurry. He removed the hooks of my blouse and bra. He massaged and squeezed my breasts, and he sucked my nipples hastily. Then he lifted my saree and petticoat and pulled my undies down to my feet. He told me to lie down on a straw mat that was on the floor.
I lay on my back, bent my knees, and spread my legs. He leaned forward between my legs and lay on top of me, supporting himself with his elbows on the straw mat. I got a glimpse of his penis. Eager to feel it, I reached out and grabbed it. It was thick and long like my husband’s penis, but it felt different in my hand.
“Do you want it?” Jija ji asked, teasing me.
I kept the tip of his penis between my outer labia and said, “No.”
Smiling, he said, “It’s too late now.” He quickly penetrated my vagina, kissed my lips, and said, “It feels so good inside you.”
I blushed and closed my eyes. He grabbed one of my breasts and sucked my nipple. Then he pecked a kiss on my lips and began thrusting his pelvis. As his penis moved rapidly in and out of my vagina, I began to feel very good. But before I could climax, he ejaculated and lay on top of me, breathing heavily.
I was a bit disappointed, but I was also happy because Jija ji and I had become closer than ever.
After we finished, he made me promise I would continue to have sex with him in the future. I promised and left the room. I quietly went down the stairs and entered the house through the back door. I went to my room. My husband was sound asleep. I lay next to him and fell asleep.
To be continued…