Ting tong. Ting tong.

While walking towards the door, I am thinking to myself, “Who could it be? Who would come early in the morning in busy office hours!”

I open the door, and the first thing I see is his hairy chest through his three opened buttons from the top. This is definitely the widest chest I have seen in my life and definitely made of two rectangular rocks. I look at his arms. They are made of round rocks with veins running in between. I had seen bodies like this only in bodybuilding competitions.

I look up, to match his eyes. He is definitely at least one and a half feet taller than my five-foot body.

His mouth is slightly opened, and his tongue is sticking out of his teeth and touching his lips. His eyes are fixed. His stare reminded me of how the lion stares at deer just before pouncing. It makes my skin crawl.

I follow his eyes. He is looking below my face. I look down to check where.

The pallu of my black see-through saree has gotten to one side of my chest and is not covering my blouse at all. My sleeveless backless blouse’s deep neckline is not covering the cleavage of my twenty-eight L round breast sitting on top of a body of twenty-two-inch waist.

(Pallu: Top part of saree which normally covers the belly, the blouse, goes over the shoulder and falls on the back)

His eyes are transfixed at my cleavage, and he is almost salivating. I am looking at him, waiting for him to speak, which he doesn’t do for almost a while now.

“Should I adjust my pallu? But then he would know that I know he is looking at them?” I think to myself.

I clear my throat to remind him. He licks his lips, eyes still transfixed at my cleavage. I cough loudly. He takes a step forward, coming still closer, still with his eyes transfixed in the same thing.

I can no longer do nothing. “Do you need something?” I ask and fix my pallu to cover my cleavage. It’s still visible through my see-through fabric but less so.

He makes a “chk” sound, a sound of disappointment, and finally lifts his eyes to match mine.

As soon as his eyes meet mine, he smiles, this time a naughty sly smile. In what seems like a microsecond, he moves forward, moves his hands around and behind me, grabs my right butt cheek with his right hand, and the left part of my back with his hand, and pulls me onto himself. I crash onto his body, and he lifts me from the ground like I weigh nothing.

But I can’t stop myself from feeling his steel-hard torso and his football-sized arm muscles that are currently lifting me in the air and crushing my bones.

I also feel something else on my belly in between his legs. “No, this can’t be ... It can’t be his... “ It feels like there is an unending cylindrical pipe thicker than a baseball bat between his legs.

I am waiting for him to end this embrace, but it has been 10 seconds. He slightly adjusts me. My body rubs on his body, including, which I still don’t think is his manhood.

But as soon as he makes me rub, I feel that thing, between his legs, begin to stir, grow, and harden slightly.

I panic and begin pushing his chest away from me with my full force. Nothing happens; it feels like I am trying to push a mountain made up of steel.

His hands tighten more, his fingers are plunging into the flesh of my butt cheek, my bones are getting crushed.

“Please!” I say desperately. “I am getting crushed. Please!”

He loosens his pull, my feet drop to the floor, and I stand and take a deep breath. My body is still touching his body. I can still feel the thing rising.

And now that I can breathe, something starts to rise inside me too.

I look up again to match his eyes. He is looking at me, smiling, hungry.

I don’t know what to say, and I can’t endure his stare. I drop my eyes. They fall on his chest, iron rocks. I drop my eyes more and, to my utter dismay, my pallu has slipped and fallen to the ground. I see them poking through my blouse. It is a bad day not to wear a bra, I think. I try to pick my pallu, but I am not able to bend because of the way he has wrapped his hands around me.

He starts squeezing my butt. I try to push his hands away, but again, no matter how hard I try, I am not able to move them even a bit.

“Please!” I say without meeting his eyes, to end all this, to end his embrace, to end his stare, to end his groping.

“Are you still not able to breathe? “ He asks jokingly.

I look at him. He is still smiling and looking at the blouse. I know he is looking at those pokes.

“Let go,” I plead.

“Why? We have just met. “ After saying that, he leans forward and rests his head on my shoulder.

I hear him inhaling loudly. I get goosebumps all over my body.

“Let go, please,” I beg.

In a second, his right hand, which was squeezing my right butt cheek, tracks my back from bottom to top to reach the top right part of my back. Simultaneously, his left hand, which was on my left-back, tracks my full back from top to bottom to reach my left butt cheek and starts squeezing it. “Let go!” I ask again, this time a little loudly. “Why are you in a hurry? “ He asks. “Who are you? “ I ask.

He lifts his face from my shoulder and brings it before my face, and looks into my eyes. He is still smiling like a demon.

He gives a light spank to my butt and asks, “Did you seriously ask that?” and continues squeezing.

“Yes. Who are you? “ I ask.

“I am your favorite devar! “ He says.

(Devar: Brother-in-law in Hindi. Husband’s male friends are considered devars because friends are considered brother or sister.)

Ramu doesn’t have any brothers, neither does he have any friends or has talked about any friend who is this muscular or would do all these things. And by the way, which kind of person grabs a brother’s wife and starts groping her? And definitely, Ramu doesn’t have such friends!

He spanks my butt again, continues squeezing after that, and asks, “Stop thinking. Things like you are not made for thinking.” He continues to give the creepy smile.

“I think you are in the wrong house,” I say, fully convinced of that. I know he is going to leave now. Ramu will soon leave for the office, and after that, I am going to masturbate thinking about this guy, his chest, his arms, and his thing the whole day, even though he just insulted my whole gender.

He laughs for a few seconds, a few inches away from my face. Then he squeezes my butt harder and tells in a slightly serious tone, “I am never wrong.”

“You are wrong.” I am hundred percent sure.

“Okay then, if I am right, you have to sit on my lap the whole day.” He offered a bet.

Obviously, he is wrong, but if he is not, I will have to sit on his extremely large manhood. Thinking that sends shivers all over the body.

“You are Ramu’s wife? Right?”

I have never been so shocked, and he didn’t even wait for me to accept his bet! Wait, no, this might be it. He is talking about some other Ramu.

“The wrong Ramu,” I pray I am right.

“Ramu Kumar Srimar from Tilakpur, UP, who is currently working in Rokia Power Center as a software developer?”

Something with a huge weight suddenly drops on my stomach.

“I never accepted... “I start, but he spanks my butt again, but this time harder.

“Don’t be rude now... “ He lifts the hand that was on my back and starts slowly tracing my cheek with the backside of two semi-curled fingers while he stares into my eyes and slowly moves his head closer to mine ... I stop breathing. Somehow, this is worse than him squeezing my butt cheek, which he is also doing,” ... You are such a sweet doll,” he ends slowly, stressing each word.

I don’t even dare to break his stare into my eyes. We stay like that for a minute, and then he drops his stare to my cleavage.

I took a deep breath and inside took a sigh of relief. While I don’t want him looking there (maybe), I don’t think I could have tolerated his stare, his lips so close to mine, and his fingers on my cheeks anymore.

While looking at my cleavage, he asks, “Now that you know I am right, won’t you show me what’s inside?”

My ears are burning. I have no words left in my mouth. I just stand there begging him with my eyes.

He looks up, laughs, “inside your house, I mean”.

He definitely didn’t mean that when he asked that question while looking at my cleavage like a wrapped gift.

He just says,” Let’s go inside” and frees my body from his grasp.

I move to give him the way through the door. As soon as I move my feet, I realize I am soaked below my waist.

“Let’s go.” He tells me again. I start walking towards the living room. He is walking just behind. His body touching me.

Why did you do that? I ask myself. We were outside; everyone could see us, and knowing the women in our street, if one sees, she will exaggerate and tell everyone of the made-up incident. Plus, he claims to be my devar, therefore Ramu’s friend. Ramu will handle it.

How will Ramu handle him? He looks like a monster made from rocks. And he doesn’t know Ramu is inside; he is going in probably expecting us to be alone and me sitting on his lap!

I am rationalizing what I had just done, but the truth is I didn’t think before making the decision. He had said let’s go, and I had moved to give him the way.

I feel my saree getting pulled. I stop, he crashes into me, and as if to balance, he grabs my breasts from behind. But then he doesn’t let go. He keeps squeezing them. Meanwhile, I can feel his monster manhood from behind.

I close my eyes and stop breathing. He continues. As if this was something my body always wanted, it doesn’t want him to stop. I am focusing every ounce of my life to not moan. I don’t have the energy, focus, resolution, or courage to make him stop.

Finally, after a minute, I get the courage to start pushing his hand. Nothing happens.

“Please ... let go!” I said meekly.

“You stopped unexpectedly!” He said as if that is the reason why he is groping my breast for a minute.

“Sorry ... please ... let go” I realize not moaning while you are speaking is extremely hard and takes a lot of focus.

“Why did you stop? “ He asked continuing to grope my breast.

I have forgotten. Wait for my saree.

I looked down, his hands are playing with my breasts over my blouse. I realized I have forgotten to pick my pallu up after he freed me. Pallu is starting from my waist and going back, I try to look back where it ends, but his body is fully covering me, I can’t see anything behind him.

“My pallu,” I say meekly. I could not muster the energy to explain.

“What about pallu?”

I don’t know what to say and remain silent for 10-20 sec while he continues to grope my breast and press his manhood from behind.

“Have to pick up” I say finally.

“What to pick up,” He asks. He starts pinching the things poking out of my blouse. I feel like fainting. I am not feeling my legs. I am burning between my thighs. I close my eyes and say nothing for 20 sec more.

“Have ... To ... Pick up ... Pick up ... Pallu! “ I say.

“So? “ He twists those things poking out my blouse. I start grinding my teeth not to moan. I don’t want to open my mouth. 20 seconds pass.

“Let go ... Please...” He pinches and twists harder. I stop talking. It is too late for me to realize that I just pushed my chest onto his hands. My focus was on not moaning.