Was I Right Or Wrong?

“Raj, why don’t you get down and unlock the gate? Stop looking around and find the keys for God’s sake, there will be enough time for watching the nature,” cooed my sweet little wife Sumi, sitting in a corner of the cab squeezed between my two kids and a lap full of baggage; watching me dazed, admiring the scenic beauty of the surrounding. Even when she was irritated and frustrated at my behavior, her voice betrayed sweetness that was an integral part of her beauty and sweet empathetic personality.

In our married life of eight years, I did not remember having heard her voice exceeding a particular decibel. That was unlike many married couples that I had seen. I believed that I was a good husband that took good care of my sweet good looking, curvaceous wife and our two adorable kids. She had put on tiny bits of body mass as compared to the day we got married. However, I thought the increment enhanced her sex appeal rather than otherwise. The increase of mass was just where a man looked (or liked) in a woman.

I was indeed overawed by the scenic beauty of the environment surrounding our house and the view of the majestic yet simple structure of the house. It was one of the prettiest houses we had ever lived in, and we had lived in enough houses in twelve years of my career, which entailed frequent transfers all over India to cities and small towns.

I hurriedly retracted my thoughts to the job in hand, which was to find the keys to the main gate and remembered that the landlord had told me that the keys would be with our neighbor, Mr. Dogra. He had told me that I was lucky to get his house on rent and luckier to have a wonderful neighbor in Mr Dogra. I vaguely remembered that my landlord had mentioned that Mr. Dogra was ex-army. He had mentioned his army rank too. However, at the point, I could not remember what he had mentioned.

“Hi! Hey there! Welcome to the beautiful town of Ranikhet. I think you are looking for these,” said a thundering but disciplined voice somewhere from atop the next house. I looked up and saw a not so old looking handsome aged man holding a bunch of keys in his hand and waving his hands and dangling the keys to attract my attention.

“Oh! Good morning, er, Mr. Dogra!” I exclaimed fumbling for words, not remembering his army rank.

I am Brigadier Prem Dogra; but you may just call me prem.” His voice was resonant and yet very affable.

My wife Sumi must have heard his voice too; for she craned her neck out of the car window to look at the owner of that resonant manly voice. She saw the Brigadier. Standing on the balcony of his house and talking to me. As soon as Brig. Dogra saw my wife looking out of the window, he folded his hands and said, “Good morning and Welcome, Mrs. Mehta to this beautiful town of Ranikhet and welcome to our neighborhood.”.

Hurriedly getting rid of the baggage in her lap, My wife Sumi came out of the car and reciprocated Brig. Dogra’s gesture by folding her hands and saying, “Good morning sir, and we look forward to enjoying our stay in Ranikhet in your neighborhood.”

It was clear to me that she was impressed (if not attracted) by the handsomeness, the personality and sweetness of our neighbor. Perhaps the Brigadier seemed to be too.

“Do not hesitate to call me at any time for anything you may need or for any assistance that you feel you require. I am here all day and night except for my morning walks and evening club round. My driver and my assistant Ramu are always at your service, whenever you need them,” offered Brig Dogra looking at my wife with a trace of (I thought) manly desire that I am quite accustomed to seeing in all men whenever my wife is in sight.

Sumi felt a little awkward but happy at the appreciative look. She was perhaps happy that after so many years of our marriage and two kids, she could still evoke such a look in handsome men’s eyes, even if they are somewhat of older age.

To shake off any awkwardness at being caught looking at my wife with a little more intensity and duration than would have been thought appropriate, the Brigadier cleared his throat and asked my wife, “Madam, please do not be formal. Please ask for any assistance from me or my staff without any hesitation. They are free most of the time as I live alone here and we have cleaning and house caretakers coming for cleaning, cooking etc. I shall ask them to treat your request for any assistance as my command.”

I saw my wife Sumi examine the Brigadier carefully. She saw a long lithe, well built man with mustache and straight posture and a predominant lock of grey hair covered by a typical cap that I always saw army men wear. His smile was infectious and charming. He walked erect and looked straight into her eyes.

My wife Sumi was awed by such a personality and his generous offer on the first meeting. She profusely thanked the Brigadier as I opened the gate and entrance and we all went inside the house.

The house was not large, but good enough to feel comfortable and yet small enough not to give too much bother to the housewife. We were surprised to find that it was tidy and thoroughly cleaned unlike our experiences with the previous houses. I learnt later that the Brigadier had his men clean the house in advance of our arrival as a goodwill gesture of a neighbour. We were really loaded with gratitude. It is a job for a new incumbent family, particularly the housewife to clean the house thoroughly before moving in.

It took us a good part of one month to set up the house nicely and make all arrangements such as getting the help for cleaning the housemaid to do kitchen chores, visit the market and fill up the fridge as well as tying up with milk man, washer man, groceries, gas connection etc. Sumi was delighted to get full support from the next door neighbour. Without making too much ado, the Brigadier sent his staff to take care of one thing or another.

We invited the Brigadier for a dinner one evening. It was wonderful to have him as he enjoyed his time playing with our children and our children had a whale of time playing, talking and laughing with him. In the first meeting with the children, he had won over their hearts and had become their most favourite uncle. Sumi and I liked his simple non-assuming attitude. He behaved with us with such humility and dignity that we felt as if we had known him for years. He profusely appreciated Sumi’s culinary skills and ate heartily. Sumi was gleeful and blushed profusely at his abundant compliments of not only her skills at cooking but her graceful beauty.

After the dinner, I placed three chairs and a central small table in between, in the veranda of our house and poured wine for the Brigadier and me. Sumi was busy putting the children to bed. Under the exterior of the Brigadier’s smile, I could detect some kind of sadness that I could not put my finger on.

I reluctantly asked the Brigadier, “Sir, I apologize for being intrusive, but may I ask about your family?”

The Brigadier’s face fell. After a few seconds, he ruefully replied that his wife was killed in an accident a year ago and his one son and one daughter had moved out to USA and he lived alone there. He visited the USA to meet his children occasionally but preferred to stay in India at his home in Ranikhet. I could detect something amiss in his life, which perhaps the Brigadier was not yet ready to divulge. I left it at that. We had a drink when Sumi appeared.

We talked for a while, when the Brigadier noticed that something was bothering Sumi. When the Brigadier asked her, Sumi mentioned that there was a problem of getting our children admitted in a particular good school. Since we arrived between two sessions, the school authorities refused to accept our children mid-term. When we mentioned this to the Brigadier, he dismissed our difficulties with a simple wave of his hands. He took all the details from us, excused himself, got up and walked a little distance away out of our earshot to talk quietly on the phone. He made some calls and must have talked for about fifteen to twenty minutes. He appeared to be lecturing someone and talked most of the time on phone. He made some notes on a small piece of paper.

He returned and looked at my wife Sumi affectionately. Then smiling, he handed over that slip of paper to her and said, “My dear, go to the school tomorrow with this paper and deposit the fee amount written on this slip. Both of your children shall be admitted tomorrow.”

My wife was unable to believe this. We had spent several days trying to persuade all the authorities including the director of the institution to accept our children with just one stern answer, “Sorry sir / madam, we do not accept children mid-term.” Here was our neighbor who made just one or two calls for maybe fifteen minutes and got the “Yes” for admission?

My wife Sumi was overwhelmed. She had given up all the hopes of our children getting admission into that prestigious school. She was so swept away emotionally by the Brigadier’s gesture that she instinctively held his hands in her hands and said, “Sir, I cannot tell you how grateful I and my husband are for your wonderful assistance. We were so depressed and disappointed at not being able to get the children admitted in that school.”

“Just call me Prem dear. I am Prem to both of you from now on and I would mind if you address me otherwise. No Sir business. Understood?”

Sumi smiled with some wetness in her eyes and said, “Yes Prem, I will remember that.” I nodded my head smilingly looking at the Brigadier’s charm working on my pretty wife.

After the Brigadier had left and Sumi and I cleared the table and put our children to sleep, I could see Sumi in a very good mood and I knew why. I was also delighted at having our children getting admission in that prestigious school, which we had learned was not so easy to get into.

I poked my wife teasing her and said, “Looks like the old man has charmed my young lady out of her wits.” Sumi trying to control her emotions, looked at me questioningly perhaps to check any trace of jealousy on my face; smiled and said, “Come on, he is not so old really. It was indeed very kind of him to go out of his way for us. After all, he hardly knows us for some days.”

“My, my! Look at my wify! She is all agog at the charm of our not so old neighbor. Okay? Happy?” I asked her trying to tease her.

“Well, indeed, he is charming, if it answers your inquisitiveness. Aren’t his blue penetrating eyes charming?” Sumi asked me responding in the same teasing tone. I had to grudgingly admit that, that indeed was true.

That night in bed, Sumi and I made love; which was like a whiff of fresh air for me; after a long time of boring exercise in bed since the past few months. Surely, my wife was more than impressed with the Brigadier’s charm.

Sumi mounted atop me and pumped me hard as she used to do long ago. She was a woman possessed. She had more than one orgasm. I was so happy at her energy and enthusiasm in bed. As she kept pumping me breathing hard, I could not but look at her heaving breasts. I clutched them in my fists and squeezed them hard as she cried and fucked me for quite a while. Finally, both of us cummed together. That was one hell of a fucking session; we had in a long time.

Our children were admitted in the school without a hitch. The principal’s refusal earlier had a big negative impact on Sumi. The Brigadier’s help turned all of that and she was chirping like a free bird.

Needless to say that the Brigadier became more than our neighbour; he became a family member. Sumi considered him as one of our family members and whenever she made some special dish, she would never forget to visit him just when the Brigadier was ready to have his lunch or dinner and serve him with her own hands. The Brigadier highly appreciated her gesture and would not tire telling me and Sumi how nice the dish was and how wonderful cook she was. Simultaneously, he would never forget to mention about how beautiful she was and how well she had maintained her figure.

Our life in the following weeks passed off wonderfully with Sumi and the children all the time talking of the Brigadier “General Uncle”, who fed them chocolates, chips and all those things, which children are always crazy about.

About four months after our shifting to Ranikhet, a phone call came from Sumi’s father informing her that Sumi’s brother had a serious tiff with some army men and he was put in jail after being charged with serious offenses.

The news had caused havoc in my wife’s family. Sumi was shocked and started crying as she learnt that her father had stopped eating. They could not get bail for him even after persistent attempts. Sumi’s father was worried that if he is presented with a charge sheet, his career would end and he would lose his job, which was in a semi government organization.

When the Brigadier learnt of this, he asked me to give all the details of the incident. I phoned and got a copy of the police “First Information Report” (FIR). He went through all the details meticulously. When he finished, his face beamed with a smile. He patted on my shoulder and said he could try to do something for Sumi’s brother. It seemed that the person with whom Sumi’s brother picked up a fight was one of his junior colleagues.

The office headquarters was about 12 hour’s journey by train. The Brigadier spoke to a number of persons on the phone and booked his ticket. He left by train the next day to meet his old friend and get the issue of Sumi’s brother sorted out. The case against Sumi’s brother was water tight. He had violently fought with an Army officer and had caused him injuries as witnessed by a number of persons.

The next day evening I got a call from the Brigadier congratulating me and Sumi. His mission was successful. To our profound surprise and relief, we learnt that not only her brother was released, but the case against him was withdrawn. This had looked impossible earlier and we were clearly told by all legal brains that Sumi’s brother would be found guilty and charged.

We informed Sumi’s father and brother about this development. Their joy knew no bounds. Sumi’s father was so thrilled that he booked a flight and came to meet the Brigadier, just to thank him personally for the most wonderful gift that anybody could give their family.

Sumi felt so obliged and could not control her excitement telling me that the Brigadier took all this trouble to resolve the issue of her brother’s matter. The pleasure on her father’s face multiplied her happiness. She had not seen her father so happy in a long time. It seemed to her that her father had become at least five years younger. Actually, he had given up all the hopes of his son’s release, not to talk of his getting out without a scratch against his service records.

After her father left and all the euphoria over her brother’s issues subsided, Sumi and I went to the Brigadier’s house especially one late evening to thank him for the extra ordinary help he had rendered to our family. The Brigadier’s reply was simple. He said, “You are my family too. I felt that it was my family member who needed my help and that is exactly what I told my ex-colleague, when I met him for release of Sumi’s brother.”

Both Sumi and I and particularly Sumi, was touched by the Brigadier’s extraordinary humility.

Gradually, the boundaries between our houses looked like disappearing. The Brigadier and his attendants visited our house frequently and all of us in general, but Sumi and children, in particular, visited the Brigadier’s house at least once daily, if not more.

The Brigadier made it a point to buy gifts for our children and bought big cakes without fail on our birthdays. He showered Sumi and children with liberal gifts and thus became very popular with them. Our children, in turn, treated the Brigadier’s house as their own. The Brigadier enjoyed children’s shrieks and their shouts as they played on his well-maintained garden and in his balconies. The children called the Brigadier as “General Uncle” perhaps because of his mustaches. They played with him as if he was a child and tugged and pulled his moustache and asked him funny questions. Our life thus went on smoothly for a few days.

Sumi had a habit of coming out of the shower, half dressed and dry her hair and hang washed clothes daily during morning hours after children and I left home. Her mother always did Surya Namaskaar (offer prayers to Sun God) in the morning. She did this immediately after bath, wrapped in one wet cloth. Her mother had taught my wife to continue the tradition.

Sumi followed the tradition. She came out when the sun rose and offered the prayers wearing just a wet cloth wrapped around her midriff. She then dried her hair and body and changed into short clothes and did some Yoga Exercises in the balcony. At that time the entire neighborhood was empty and she did not have to worry about anyone watching her. Our balcony was such that was not easily visible from outside except from one window of the Brigadier’s bedroom.

She had a vague feeling that the Brigadier peeped from his bedroom at times hiding behind curtains, when scantily dressed, she did all these chores. My wife was not sure; but still, she told me about it.

I told her not to worry too much about that. I explained to her that firstly she was not sure. Secondly, even presuming that he was indeed watching her, what was the big deal? I laughingly told her that although he was older to us; he was young enough to experience hormones rushing in his balls, when he saw a beautiful, casually clad young woman like her.

I explained to her how any virile male would feel in his position who had to compulsorily remain celibate for more than a year, after the death of his wife.

If by looking at her he got some adrenaline rushing through his old veins even for a small duration, why should we grudge him for that? By letting him have a little bit of nice time, we did not lose anything. Did we? In fact, it would be a bad idea to deprive the old man at least of that, since he had been doing so much for us; I put forth a logical argument to my wife.

Sumi could appreciate my logic, although she seemed a little circumspect about it. All the same, it put Sumi’s tiny head at ease. After all, in all likelihood, it was her imagination that he was peeping on her. She argued to herself that she had nothing to lose even if our Good Samaritan became a bit younger for a few minutes, if he indeed watched her. Good for him, she thought.

In the next few days she told me that she did not place the interfering clothes on the clothes line to block the view, she was rather generous putting on additional acts for her favorite benefactor; if he indeed was watching. She bent a bit more, stretched her hands up in air occasionally to display deep chasm between her bosoms to him. When she returned into the house after the act, she walked with the typical swagger giving her bums the movements that always drove men crazy. She began to do some Yoga exercises in our balcony that would need a bit of bending, rising legs up in the air, wearing short shorts and skimpy tops.

Sumi’s playing this cat and mouse game ignited a lot of excitement in me. Sumi had always been faithful to me and I was positive that never in our marriage of seven or eight years; even a hint of thought went across her mind about cheating or even flirting with another male. Of course, there never was any opportunity either. I began to wonder where all this could lead.

I was curious imagining the expressions on the Brigadier‘s face, when, if ever, he would be exposed to my beautiful and sexy wife’s intimate secrets; of which I was the only beneficiary until then.

Another side effect of this was that Sumi started to wear very casual clothing in our house and did not bother to change even when the Brigadier was around. Earlier, if the Brigadier dropped by at our home, Sumi made it a point to disappear in our bedroom to change into more presentable clothes; if she was in short or skimpy clothing.

She started wearing hip hugging shorts, which were really short with loose top and sometimes without bra. I could see the hunger in the Brigadier’s eyes, when he had an opportunity to see my wife in such attire. I saw that Sumi did not bother about such stares from the Brigadier. I suspected that my wife enjoyed titillating our neighbor. In fact, over a period of time, it became normal for the Brigadier to drop by at any time in our house and Sumi never felt awkward irrespective of how informally dressed she was. Similarly, we went to his house and to his bedroom without knocking or prior intimation. The Brigadier wanted it that way.

There was more informality in our addressing each other too. The Brigadier insisted that we address him as ‘Prem’ and not ‘Brigadier Dogra’ or ‘Mr. Prem Dogra’. Similarly, I insisted that he address us as ‘Sumi’ and ‘Raj’ instead of our formal names. Time passes.

That was a time of the financial year end and I had to go out on tour for one day. I was to leave in the night and was not expected to be back until the third day morning. However, I was reluctant to leave because Sumi was not well for the past three days with continuous fever and vomiting sensation etc. She also had cold and severe body ache. I was very much concerned. I took her to a doctor after preliminary treatment did not work and her fever and problems did not subside.

The doctor suspected that she might have ‘Swine Flu”. Her blood and other samples were taken for lab tests. However, as a precaution, the doctor advised that since the disease was infectious; the patient needed to be isolated for avoiding infection to others. I did not know how we could isolate her from the children. I also did not know how I could go on tour under those circumstances. However, I could not avoid the travel as it was unavoidable.

I had a talk with the Brigadier. He told me to leave without worry. He asked his attendants to take the children to his bungalow and make them stay there for the next two or three days and attend to their needs for meals, school uniform washing, ironing etc. He said he will personally attend to Sumi. When I told him that she had to be in isolation and that the Brigadier might get an infection, he rejected my argument summarily saying, “These doctors just make up such things to create panic. Nothing will happen to me.” He gave his concluding judgement, “I shall attend to her.”

He insisted that I should leave and return the third day morning. On repeated insistence from the Brigadier, I left that night on tour.

When I returned to arrive at home the third morning at about 8 am; the Brigadier had left and was perhaps sleeping in his bedroom. Sumi was feeling much better. The medical test results were negative to our great relief. Sumi told me that during her sickness, the Brigadier was continuously at her bedside throughout two nights and one full day and did not leave the room for fear of infecting the others. He did not sleep except dozing off occasionally in the same room where she was confined. The Brigadier did not care about he himself getting infected and he strictly administered her medicines on time. When my wife complained of pain, he massaged her legs, arms, head etc.. Sumi told me that she remained sleeping most of the time due to sedation caused by the medicines.

As my wife narrated the whole incident, she admitted that during the night, she caught the Brigadier’s hands several times when the Brigadier massaged her arms, her legs and that she was aroused when the Brigadier massaged her body; although she did not think that the Brigadier made any explicit sexual overtures. Sumi was overwhelmed by the Brigadier’s sincerity and complete dedication. She said she did not stop him from massaging her back, her legs (up to her knees, she particularly mentioned) and her body. She also did not feel that the Brigadier tried at all to take advantage of the situation and touched her anywhere deliberately with sexual intentions.

On my specific question if Sumi noticed any sign of arousal on the part of the Brigadier; she admitted that she did see a big bulge with a wet patch on his crotch several times; when he massaged her. However, he tried hard to hide it from her eyes, she said.
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Was I Right Or Wrong?

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