The earlier encounter from the outhouse flashed in my mind making me shudder with arousal again… I mustered all the courage I could and said “Shyam you really enjoy watching me like this, don’t you”?
He wasn’t expecting such a direct question and that caught him totally off guard. Now for the first time he looked at my face all panicky and fumbling for words. I continued “after what you did to me in the outhouse what is left to hesitate about? So just say it…”.
My arousal was already at its peak and I had no idea what I was getting into now. I decided to just go with the flow but at the same time I wasn’t sure if I was ready to get fucked by him yet.
He softly replied “yes madam, I like to watch because I have never seen such a beautiful woman like you that too with such big things” pointing to my boobs.
I snapped “cut the crap Shyam. Everyone knows that I am not beautiful at all to look at. So don’t try to flatter me with this nonsense”.
He calmly replied “madam beauty is not just about the way you look. It is more importantly about the person behind those looks and how they treat others. It is so many things combined that makes you truly beautiful as a person…”.
Holy fuckkk… I was completely bowled over by his answer. No one… mark my words no one including my so called ex boyfriends before marriage or even my parents ever told me such a sweet thing.
I am so used to being compared with other women and then made to feel humiliated because I am not beautiful to look at. My heart went out to Shyam now. I just melted like butter tossed into a hot frying pan.
If this man was going to even rape me now like my husband did on my honeymoon, even then I might not regret it. Instead I would willingly submit myself and do everything possible to make him as happy as I can.
Fuckkk… No one till date has ever made me feel so special like Shyam just did… For the first time I felt important… I felt worthy being alive… And who did that??? My gardener… Who I just met today…
I had tears of joy forming in my eyes. My baby had already let go of my other nipple and was fast asleep. I used this chance to put her in the cradle and wipe away my tears before Shyam saw it. I turned to him and held his hands in mine.
I held his face fondly with both hands and said “Shyam this was the sweetest thing anyone has told me ever…”. I lovingly said “Shyam please call me Nandini only when we are alone… I will love it…”.
This brought a smile on his face for the first time since we had started. He warmly said “madam that’s a very sweet name. I would love to call you Nandini all the time madam”.
I quipped “you sure don’t want to call me by my name with your wife around or you would end up sleeping outside your house”. We both burst out laughing at this. I slowly pulled him towards my bed and sat him on the edge.
I leaned in and gave him a kiss on both cheeks. This left him dazed and speechless. He involuntarily touched his hands to his cheeks where I had kissed him while he looked at me in disbelief.
