Update 19
The afternoon sun hung lazily in the sky as Suhana, Aarti, Meena, and Gita gathered on the veranda of Suhana’s home. The scent of freshly brewed tea mixed with the warm breeze, carrying the distant sounds of village life—children laughing, vendors calling out their wares, and the occasional rustle of leaves in the trees.
Suhana poured the tea, passing each cup around. “It’s been a while since we sat together like this,” she said with a smile.
Aarti leaned back against the wooden pillar, stretching her legs. “Feels good to take a break. These days, the boys keep us busy.”
Meena sighed, stirring her tea absentmindedly. “Tell me about it. Amit keeps me on my toes. He doesn't let me wear my bra.”
Gita chuckled. “That’s how they are. Always looking to suck breasts”
Suhana nodded knowingly. “Ramesh is the same. Now my husband approves it. So, he doesn't shy away from unhooking my blouse and helping himself.”
Aarti smirked. “Guddu does the same, I think he like the feel of my nipple more than my milk .”
Meena took a sip of her tea. “I suppose. Sometimes, though, I do wonder what others in our think.”
Gita waved a hand dismissively. “Let them think what they want. It’s not like they are feeding the kids from their breasts.”
Suhana smiled. “It’s funny. I used to feel a little awkward when Ramesh would ask, especially if we were outside. But now? It doesn’t even cross my mind. He asks, I give, and we move on.”
Aarti chuckled. “I remember when Guddu broke my window. I was so angry. But the moment he cupped my breasts and looked at me like that, I couldn’t stay mad. He knew exactly how to make me forgive him.”
Meena sighed. “Amit is the same. There are days when I think, ‘Okay, this is the last time.’ But then he comes to me, so sure, so certain that this is where he belongs. And I just can’t say no.”
Gita nodded in agreement. “It’s a bond. A quiet, unspoken understanding. Bhaiya even notices. He says it keeps me calmer, more patient.”
Aarti smirked. “And does it?”
Gita laughed. “Most of the time.”
Suhana set down her cup and leaned forward slightly. “I’ve noticed that when they all feed together, they feel more content.”
Meena nodded. “Amit and Ramesh have done that at my house too. Sometimes, one will hold onto me while the other drinks, then they switch. They figure out their own way.”
Aarti smiled. “Guddu does the same with Ramesh. If they’re both there, I don’t even have to guide them anymore. They just find their place.”
Gita sighed. “Other day the bunch came to me while Bhaiya watched. They enjoyed much longer than expected”
Suhana chuckled. “It will last as long as they need it to.”
Meena smirked. “Have you noticed they have their preferences too? Amit always says I’m the most comfortable, but I’ve seen him go to Gita without hesitation.”
Aarti laughed. “Guddu once told me Gita’s is ‘different but nice.’ I think they all like how calm she is.”
Suhana raised an eyebrow playfully. “Or maybe it’s because she’s always available. With Bhaiya, she’s used to handling it at any time.”
Gita rolled her eyes but smiled. “Oh, so now I’m the favorite? Maybe it’s because my breasts are beautiful.”
Aarti smirked. “Or maybe because yours are the easiest to reach.”
Meena chuckled. “Amit told me once that mine are the softest, but he likes Suhana’s because he says they’re ‘more interesting.’ I don’t even know what that means.”
Suhana laughed. “I think it means he’s just curious. Ramesh once told me he likes mine because they’re bigger than his head.”
Gita snorted. “Guddu once compared mine to warm pillows. I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended.”
Aarti grinned. “Well, Suhana wins for size, that’s for sure.”
Meena nodded. “And Gita wins for being the firmest. The youngest, the least sagging—no wonder they all like her.”
Gita rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. They probably just think I won’t say no.”
Suhana smirked. “That, or they like a change from us older ones.”
The women burst into laughter, their voices carrying through the veranda. The village hummed with life beyond them, but within this space, they shared a quiet understanding, a connection that needed no explanation.
The afternoon sun hung lazily in the sky as Suhana, Aarti, Meena, and Gita gathered on the veranda of Suhana’s home. The scent of freshly brewed tea mixed with the warm breeze, carrying the distant sounds of village life—children laughing, vendors calling out their wares, and the occasional rustle of leaves in the trees.
Suhana poured the tea, passing each cup around. “It’s been a while since we sat together like this,” she said with a smile.
Aarti leaned back against the wooden pillar, stretching her legs. “Feels good to take a break. These days, the boys keep us busy.”
Meena sighed, stirring her tea absentmindedly. “Tell me about it. Amit keeps me on my toes. He doesn't let me wear my bra.”
Gita chuckled. “That’s how they are. Always looking to suck breasts”
Suhana nodded knowingly. “Ramesh is the same. Now my husband approves it. So, he doesn't shy away from unhooking my blouse and helping himself.”
Aarti smirked. “Guddu does the same, I think he like the feel of my nipple more than my milk .”
Meena took a sip of her tea. “I suppose. Sometimes, though, I do wonder what others in our think.”
Gita waved a hand dismissively. “Let them think what they want. It’s not like they are feeding the kids from their breasts.”
Suhana smiled. “It’s funny. I used to feel a little awkward when Ramesh would ask, especially if we were outside. But now? It doesn’t even cross my mind. He asks, I give, and we move on.”
Aarti chuckled. “I remember when Guddu broke my window. I was so angry. But the moment he cupped my breasts and looked at me like that, I couldn’t stay mad. He knew exactly how to make me forgive him.”
Meena sighed. “Amit is the same. There are days when I think, ‘Okay, this is the last time.’ But then he comes to me, so sure, so certain that this is where he belongs. And I just can’t say no.”
Gita nodded in agreement. “It’s a bond. A quiet, unspoken understanding. Bhaiya even notices. He says it keeps me calmer, more patient.”
Aarti smirked. “And does it?”
Gita laughed. “Most of the time.”
Suhana set down her cup and leaned forward slightly. “I’ve noticed that when they all feed together, they feel more content.”
Meena nodded. “Amit and Ramesh have done that at my house too. Sometimes, one will hold onto me while the other drinks, then they switch. They figure out their own way.”
Aarti smiled. “Guddu does the same with Ramesh. If they’re both there, I don’t even have to guide them anymore. They just find their place.”
Gita sighed. “Other day the bunch came to me while Bhaiya watched. They enjoyed much longer than expected”
Suhana chuckled. “It will last as long as they need it to.”
Meena smirked. “Have you noticed they have their preferences too? Amit always says I’m the most comfortable, but I’ve seen him go to Gita without hesitation.”
Aarti laughed. “Guddu once told me Gita’s is ‘different but nice.’ I think they all like how calm she is.”
Suhana raised an eyebrow playfully. “Or maybe it’s because she’s always available. With Bhaiya, she’s used to handling it at any time.”
Gita rolled her eyes but smiled. “Oh, so now I’m the favorite? Maybe it’s because my breasts are beautiful.”
Aarti smirked. “Or maybe because yours are the easiest to reach.”
Meena chuckled. “Amit told me once that mine are the softest, but he likes Suhana’s because he says they’re ‘more interesting.’ I don’t even know what that means.”
Suhana laughed. “I think it means he’s just curious. Ramesh once told me he likes mine because they’re bigger than his head.”
Gita snorted. “Guddu once compared mine to warm pillows. I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended.”
Aarti grinned. “Well, Suhana wins for size, that’s for sure.”
Meena nodded. “And Gita wins for being the firmest. The youngest, the least sagging—no wonder they all like her.”
Gita rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. They probably just think I won’t say no.”
Suhana smirked. “That, or they like a change from us older ones.”
The women burst into laughter, their voices carrying through the veranda. The village hummed with life beyond them, but within this space, they shared a quiet understanding, a connection that needed no explanation.
