Some days passed off uneventfully. One particular morning, Sumi had made a new delicacy that she cooked for us. Before she went in to take a shower, she packed a portion of it in a Stainless steel box to be delivered to the Brigadier; as I was going out to go to the office. I hurriedly put the box in my bag, started my bike as usual and reached my office. As I settled down in my chair and opened my bag, I saw that I had forgotten to deliver the box to the Brigadier. I decided to drive back to the Brigadier’s house to hand over the box.
There was something urgent to attend to in the office and it took me half an hour to finish that, take boss’s permission for a short break and get back to my bike with the box to start my journey back to the Brigadier’s house. By the time I reached there almost an hour had elapsed.
There seemed to be no attendant in the house. The ground floor door was open. The Brigadier was not in the hall. I climbed up to the Brigadier’s bedroom on the first floor. The door was not bolted. I slowly pushed the door open. I saw him through the small opening in the door standing by a window behind the curtains. He stood there with his back to the door, peeping out to watch through the window curtains. I did not have to think hard to realize that Sumi had come out after the bath to do her daily chores. I also had a good view of her through that opening.
I simply could not resist the temptation to watch the Brigadier’s reaction as he watched my half-dressed wife shaking her hair in the balcony. It made her boobs bounce freely without the bra and a wet white cloth loosely wrapped around her lissom body exposing her boobs almost fully. Even for me, it was a mind blowing sight to watch. I could vaguely see her nipples shaking with each of her moves in the wet white thin cloth. Shaking off her head vigorously to throw off water, made her tits bounce and her bums shake erotically. Her pussy was suggestively covered. The view could easily cream off any man.
The Brigadier pulled down his shorts and had his tight long cock in his hand; which he stroked as he watched Sumi performing her daily routine exercises. The Brigadier’s cock was fairly long and thick and gleamed in the sun light; coated all over by pre-cum coming out from the tiny orifice of the stem of his bulbous head. It surprised me to see that even at that age (the Brigadier must be above 60), he had a challenging cock that stood up like a flag pole in his palm.
It felt awkward for me to stand and spy upon my neighbour thus. However, my legs were stuck to the floor. The Brigadier was riveted to his spot as he watched Sumi do a variety of Yoga exercises.
Sumi kept exercising in the balcony, hardly aware of the impact she was making on our poor neighbour. And what an impact she was making! The Brigadier kept stroking faster and faster as Sumi spread her legs, raised them in the air one after another, jerked her hair up and down and bent and shook her body in the exercise. The whole show was highly tantalizing to say the least and any other male in place of the Brigadier would not have been better off.
As the Brigadier watched movements of Sumi’s half hidden assets; filling up the rest through his imagination, he began stroking his cock harder. He was undergoing a wave of convulsions when suddenly my leg kicked one of the doors that made some sound and the Brigadier saw me watching him in the act of masturbation. He felt acutely embarrassed as he tried to cover up himself quickly.
I felt like a dumb head peeping on the Brigadier; apologising and making very stupid incoherent noises as I retreated awkwardly trying to explain to the Brigadier that I had come to deliver the food box that Sumi had asked me to deliver. I quickly withdrew and ran down the flight of stairs leaving behind the food box on one of the small tables on my way out.
I was so acutely embarrassed catching the Brigadier in his peeping activities that in the evening, I decided to go to the Brigadier’s house on my way back from my office before going home and profusely apologize to him for my stupidity, so that this incident did not sour our relationship. However, before I could act, I got a phone call from the Brigadier sometime in the afternoon. His hello was pretty fragile as compared to his normal self assured, resonant thundering greetings.
He talked in roundabout way and requested that I should stop by his house on my way back home and that I should strictly keep the secret between two males and that I should not mention any of this to Sumi.
At about six pm that evening on my way back home, I saw the Brigadier having a cup of tea in his front lawn. I cleared my throat and tried to apologize when he cut my statement in between and said, “Well, do not feel guilty. It is I, who needs to beg forgiveness.” Then regaining in composure somewhat; he confided in me that he was starved of sex since his wife died more than a year ago. He swore to me that he would never look again in the direction of my house when Sumi dried her hair or did her yoga exercises.
He was surprised when I told him not to worry too much about what happened. I asked him not to stop looking through the curtains as there was nothing wrong if he did that; because he was not hurting anyone. If Sumi did the exercises in the balcony half dressed; the Brigadier could not be faulted for looking. I promised the Brigadier that I shall not tell Sumi any of this and everything shall be just as before. The Brigadier appeared so obliged that he took my hands in his and with a hint of wetness in his eyes thanked me for my understanding.
As I walked out after our evening chat, I was thrilled in the hope that this could lead to some excitement in our relationships resulting in some real surprises.
Needless to mention that after the incident, the Brigadier was more than friendly to me. We met more often in the evenings and he would reveal some of his secret army experiences. In his hey days, he confided that he was a star at the parties and many army wives and girls craved for him. During his service days, he had secret relationships with some of them too and many women wanted him to fuck them. He had indeed fucked some of his fan females, he grudgingly admitted.
I could detect a ringing tone of sadness and disappointment at him being left out to his palatial house alone with the two male attendants, not being able to have any female company. He said that it affected his health and mind too. He felt that he was aging faster and fell sick more often. He had to call his doctor frequently. He had developed high blood pressure. He blurted out talking with me under the influence of booze one evening that only after we checked in his neighbourhood, did he find some vitality in his boring life. He inadvertently hinted at the role my wife played in this transformation.
It must have been a week after the incident of my catching the Brigadier (with his pants down, literally). Sumi and I had retired to bed when Sumi asked me, “Raj, I am somewhat confused at the Brigadier’s strange behaviour since the past few days. He is avoiding eye to eye contact with me and behaves much more formally than before. I don’t know why.”
Since my talk with the Brigadier; there was this internal struggle going on in my mind too wondering where all this would lead. I inadvertently blurted out, “Naturally, any man in his position would.”
Sumi was surprised at my answer. She asked me, “What do you mean by that? Is there something that you know which I don’t?”
I tried to evade her question and tried hard to divert her attention to some other topics. She was no fool. She caught my chin and looked straight into my eyes and asked, “What is it Raj? Why don’t you answer my question in a straight forward way?”
When after a few exchanges of conversation, I realised that it was not possible to hide from her what had happened on that fateful day; I told her in detail all that had happened, on and after that day.
After a long silence and some quiet thinking, my wife Sumi said, “You should have told me this earlier.”
I replied, “What could I do? The Brigadier asked me not to reveal any of this to you.
My answer made her think seriously. She said, “It was foolish of him to think that way. After all, our relationship means more than a stupid thing like that.”
She then turned to me and asked, “Are you sure, you are telling me the truth and not making this up? I mean, seeing him masturbating whilst I was doing the exercises? You mean you really saw his cock? You said it was erect, long and thick one just like yours is?” She asked. “Even at this age?” She added. There was a clear expression of surprise on her face.
I quietly nodded and supplemented, “Yes, it was really big. Perhaps bigger than mine.”
I could see multiple expressions flying thick and fast on her pretty face. Expressions of surprise, disbelief, puzzle, interest and shyness combined. I then narrated to her all that the Brigadier confided in me regarding his past adventures when he was in the army service. I told her that during his time, he was a well known Casanova, but now he felt left out without any female company. He had developed blood pressure and was falling sick more often due to that reason, I told her. I told her that the Brigadier mentioned that after we checked in, he was feeling slightly better. I added tongue in cheek that I felt that it was because of seeing her exercising half naked in the balcony of our house.
It took her some time to digest the information I fed her. She looked thoughtful as she murmured, “No wonder, he misses female company and has to make do with the crumbs available in the form of watching me after bath; that too, peeping through the curtains.”
I knew I had her where I wanted her to be. Looking at the right opportunity, I asked her, “Sumi may be we could help him if we want….” I trailed off not revealing my hand yet leaving the sentence significantly incomplete.
She could not resist the temptation and curiosity, “What do you mean, we can help him? How?”
I deliberately played it evasively and said, “Well, nothing really, it was just that ….” And again I trailed the sentence off incomplete with loaded meaningful glances.
“Come on don’t be a smut. Tell me what you have in your mind.”
I said, “I was just thinking that if you feel that he does need some help, may be you could… I mean maybe we could…” I again trailed off into loaded silence.
“Oh! You mean, I should give him company, right?” she asked with glaring eyes.
I said, “Well, yes, but don’t take it otherwise. What I meant is that perhaps we could be a little friendlier to him than what we have been so far”.
She replied back quietly, mulling over the idea in her mind (I was sure), “Well, I think may be, you have a point there. He is a very good genuine person and any such male would miss female friendly company. I know in my heart that my dad has the same problem nowadays after my mother died. Unfortunately, he cannot confide this to anyone of us. But I know that he misses a female companion. He misses sex”
I decided to push the envelope further, seeing the right opportunity. I asked, “Tell me honestly, would you mind if some female, who has an attraction towards your dad has sex with your dad out of compassion and affection, seeing him in this condition?”
Sumi was thoughtful. She said, “You might call it outrageous; but I think that if her intention is only to have sex with my dad, without getting involved with him in a family type relationship; then I would be thankful to her. I mean, only if it is a casual sexual relationship bereft of her having any ideas of grabbing his property etc, through that relationship. But then, which woman will do that for him?”
I jumped at this opportunity and replied, “I don’t know about your father, but for the Brigadier, I know who can, if she chooses to.”
It took some time for her to digest what I said. She then looked at me pointedly and asked, “You mean… you are suggesting that……?”
I meekly nodded my head. She was angry (but not that much). She said, “You must be out of your mind even to think of that.”
I replied back, “You just said that you would be thankful to that lady for your father. The situation is not much more different here. Is it? Of course, it is your choice. As you said, which woman would want to do it?” I shrugged my shoulder in complete detachment.
“And you are suggesting this to your wife?” she asked.
I said, “It is just a thought. It does not have to happen. There is no need to do it. There is no compulsion at all. After all, it is entirely our decision on how much we want to help him. Just look at all the troubles he underwent to help us without any obligation and look at what he has done for us in the past few weeks.”
She said stubbornly, “I don’t think I am ready to go along with you. We have to consider our marriage too.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I retorted, “Don’t find excuses. Our marriage is rock solid and has remained unaffected by some flings here and there. You know what I mean.”
I implicitly reminded her of my short time affair with one of my ex-colleagues. Sumi had caught me red handed smooching with her in my cabin and forgave me after my sincere apologies. She had then made me admit that I had fucked her earlier and extracted promise that I would never do it again.
She looked at me half smiling as I continued, “I am with you either way. It is your take. You are the boss. I will fall in line with what you decide. I will not ask you to do this or that if you don’t want to. However, if you ask me; as far as I am concerned, I would like to go out of our way to help him out just as he did and I see nothing wrong in your being that woman; if you agree. Besides, I must admit that he is smart, strong and very likeable; even if somewhat older and could be very good in bed.”
Sumi punched me hard in my ribs in mock anger. However, I knew that if I was not very wrong, I had hit the nail on the head.
From that day onwards, my wife Sumi was a changed person. She kept talking of the way the Brigadier played with our children and treated them so affectionately. She was trying to prepare herself for something that perhaps she did not know and surely had never done before.
She made it a point to take much more care of the Brigadier and to check every day about his health, spent a lot more time with him and noted down what medicines he took at what time. She either gave him the medicines herself or else checked with the attendant if the Brigadier had taken the medicines in time or not. She tried hard to ensure that the Brigadier remained in good humour. She spent as much of her personal time with him as her busy schedule permitted. For the Brigadier, she became sweetness personified.
The ball between my wife and the Brigadier got rolling. Sumi visited the Brigadier at least twice daily. She served him the medicines and cooked food that occasionally the Brigadier said he liked. When the Brigadier was even slightly unwell, Sumi would rush leaving all work to check how he felt. I looked at the change in her attitude to my neighbour and felt pleased and wondered if something exciting could happen as the result.
Many times when we were with the Brigadier, his children called up on phone from overseas. We got to talk to them several times. They got to know our names and talked to us. They were happy that we were looking after their dad well.
I tried to check surreptitiously if there was anything beyond the normal formal relationship developing between the Brigadier and my wife. However, the results were always the same. Their relationship remained just a tad closer than friendly but far short of intimate. I never felt that they even hugged sexily at any time. I was sure the Brigadier must have thought of making some moves, occasionally. However, he did not perhaps want to risk ruining the relationship that he had so carefully tried to build up.
I raised the topic once or twice at bed time about their interactions and tried to check with Sumi, if she was considering being ‘that woman’ for the Brigadier. Her reply was the same, “You told me I was the boss. So wait for the right moment and I will tell you when I am ready.”
End of Part-2