Chapter 102: Chapter 102
Chapter 102
~Be careful when screwing another man’s wife~
Even when Brian knew he shouldn’t be hanging around Ella in the absence of her husband, he heeded to her invitation on several occasions and made it more than a habit, something as bonding as obsession with visiting Ella, even at the rarest of time.
Ella had phoned him over to engage in a Skype moment with Khally, who was still with her mother-in –law in New Delhi. And at the mention of Khally Brian did not make a wink neither did he squeeze his lips at Ella’s consistent invitation, rather he squeezed into his sleeves shirt, jeans and sneakers , gave grandma the cold shoulder when she queried his riotous disturbing moves across the whole house, and hopped into his Audi saloon.
Granma appeared in the door, pointing his walk stick at him and questioning him abruptly, “Hold on Brian,” she said, trudging yet further with her walk stick, “Where are you off to? Don’t tell me you are going to see that Mexican girl again. I don’t need to tell you she is married, do I? And you have no right to screw what another man screws.”
Brian hit his hand on the steering in rage, “Oh damn granny who told you I am screwing another man’s wife? Or is the question coming from your instinct?” he asked her.
“Even if it be from my instinct, my instinct is another clever human, nanny’s boy. You need to be careful while screwing another man’s wife,”
He rolled his eyes at her and snorted exhaustively.
“I am not in support of that. You know that Ella was addictively in love with you while she was my laborer. If her husband catches you and pulls a gun at your head, I am gonna make sure I hold your ass down till you take the bullet. You can’t escape it, trust me,”
Brian let a nagging look at her, before groaning, “How many time am I going to repeat myself? I have nothing to do with Ella. Ella is like a sister to me. If I am really screwing her, I would open up to you. I can’t own up to what I am not doing. I helped her to put to bed while she was your laborer and I didn’t screw her is it this time that she is married that I will do that shit?”
“You rather ask yourself that question. So then why are you always visiting her and now you are pacing up and down the whole house, jumping like a mad mastiff let out of its chain? What are you up to? You said she is like your sister. I hope a brother doesn’t screw a sister someday,” she said and pulled up an innocent face as though she never said that.
He wondered whether or not to mention it to grandma and what would be Ella’s reaction if she got to find out he filtered news of her crashing marriage to grandma. “Come on grandma everything is fine,” he replied, etching up his face with smiles not to show any look of worry.
“Is there anything you are not telling me,” she inquired.
Brian threw an impatient glare at his wrist watch and then twitched his ignition which brought to life the engine of his Audi. “I don’t have time on my side granny. I need to run along. He steered his wheel to set on the tar.
“You know I am the sun and nothing is hidden under me. I only need the passage of time soon all will come glaring before my eyes?” she said at the top her voice.
Brian was already screeching out of sight.
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It was mid noon when Brian drove into the parking lot on Ella’s Beverly Hills mansion and came to a screeching halt. Seeing through the window that obviously revealed it was Brian, she disappeared into her bedroom, stripped of her gown and squeezed into a red-polka dotted , transparent strapless micro nightie, that commanded fountains of lust. A rose-water fragrance would add to the magic, so she laid hold on a bottle and bathed her neck, behind her ears and arms with it. she appeared in the mirror, smacked her lips into it , rolled a rolled lip gloss across those kiss-it lips: smeared a brush of powder across her face: swirled around to cast a supervisory glance at the puller she had turned into in a couple of seconds. Brian was going to be charmed this time. Was there any Skype she wanted him to have with Khally? No! All was part of her magic to rope in Brian into herself and crown him the man of her heart .
“Ella ! Ella! Who is in? Hello…”
She could hear Brian’s voice around somewhere downstairs. And before she dashed out to her beholder and captive, she pushed those busts that seemed to be sagging now from Khally’s aggressive sucking. The dice was cast. Out of a thousand shot, there must be a hit.
“Hello, Brian,” her impressive calm voice came from somewhere within.
Brian was startled – he had kept his view at the staircase hopefully expecting her to walk down since she could be upstairs. But he was disappointed and Ella knew the strange entrance she came through. Brian snorted! No biddy had been so charming. He swallowed a dry lump and smiled back when she smiled at him, and argued within himself Ella perceived the portion of her body his deep set eyes were scanning; her face, nipples, flat tummy and vagina lips that shot at him.
He cleared his throat. “What the hell; he nagged in his head.
Her micro nightie was a transparent screen over her medium tan naked body; those breasts fortnight ago were sagging but now they were standing on a hill and with nipples that earned the shape of huge buttons on a balloon; a little beneath her belly button was a white flashing G-string that divided her vagina lips and beefy thighs. He blinked at his tormentor a thousand times; searched for saliva to swallow down his throat and opened his mouth to utter a word of protest but found a strange force shutting him down and prompting him to remain a looker. So she still at this: he murmured in his head.
“Do you mind wine or coffee,” she obliged, her smile still held with her wide-set stare reviewing her oppression; how cold and calm Brian was.
“ A …” he stuttered and he expected it, even something worse happening soon. “Anything,“ he said at a breath.
As she pranced to fetch his order, she stole a glance with the corner of her eyes and noticed Brian feeding his eyes with her buttocks that rolled under the nightie like two balls smashing against each other, pushing out of her G-string.
When she turned to catch his stare, he threw his gaze to the wall; thus she knew she was winning, and the actual Skype was about to happen because she noticed his zipper bulging way from his penis…
Something mind-blowing was about to happen…