It was quite late. I went to the toilet straightway and had the bath, which I was having after each of my heavy orgasms, now for the fourth time. I was so joyful in my mind with the number of turn-ons I had in the last 48 hours. I was feeling so lively and my acts of shamelessness were not bothering me at all considering my vivacious feelings. I never reached so many peaks in my married life even. In my mind, I thanked Guru-ji and was really hopeful that this way I would achieve my goal of a fertile womb. As I bent down while bathing I was having a slight pain in my ass hole where Uday fucked me really hard, though he applied some oil, but though I did not feel that much pain then, I was having quite a bit of pain now in my ass hole along with the associated area. I thought a good tight sleep would soothe me and hence I quickly took my dinner and went to sleep. In the interim, Meenakshi came to pick my wet pad and reminded to attend Guru-ji at 06:30 am and she went off with a very meaningful smile at which I blushed, as if she could read everything in my eyes. I did not waste much time and changed to my nightdress and switched off the lights for sleep.
“Knock! Knock!” “Knock! Knock!”
I woke up by this irritating sound on my room door. Though I wanted to have some more sleep, I had to reply to the knock.
Me: Okay, okay, I am awake and will be there in front of Guru-ji in half an hour.
Generally they woke me up half an hour before Guru-ji’s appointment time so that I had enough time for using the conveniences and getting fresh before I made a move. I replied not even bothering to know who was knocking at my door.
“Knock! Knock!”
Me: I told you I am coming.
“Knock! Knock!”
Now I was a bit puzzled. Can’t he or she hear me what I am saying? I had no option but to get out of the bed and open the door. I was aware that I was not wearing any undergarments, but thought it has to be either Meenakshi or Nirmal who must be knocking, I did not bother to put anything below my nightdress, but straightened it over my body so that I looked reasonable.
Me: “Who is it?”
I murmured as I opened the door. Before I could realize anything I felt a hug and I was kissed on my tender lips. My sleeping spell immediately went off and I was fully conscious by hot male saliva on my tender lips. Since there was darkness still outside as it was very early morning, I could not make out who it was, but could well realize he was a strong man. As I had just awakened from deep sleep, I was physically also feeling weak and before I could gather any resistance, the man gripped my waist by his right hand and with his left hand he grabbed my right boob. It was freely jiggling below my nightdress, as I was not wearing a bra, and he immediately started squeezing it very tightly.
Me: Aah! Who are you? Stop this!
Uday: Madam it’s me. Uday. You could not recognize me?
I was shocked and excited at the same time. I never expected him to be here and the way he hugged and kissed me as soon as I opened the door, I hardly got any chance to guess who it was. I was so relieved.
Me: Its still very early morning. They come to wake me up at 6.
Uday: Yes Madam, its 5:00 am now. I was feeling restless, so I came to see you.
Me: So, this is the way you see a woman?
We were both standing and hugging each other in the middle of the room, the room light still switched off. Uday’s lips were very close to my face, his both hands encircling my waist and at times he was feeling the roundness of my ass over my nightdress.
Uday: No this is the way I see you. You are special.
Me: Hmm. You are special too my dear.
We kissed each other. It was a long kiss and our tongues explored each other’s. While we kissed I was hugging him tight, but I found escaping my hug, his hands were exploring my pumpkin ass and was squeezing my firm ass cheeks randomly.
Uday: Madam I missed one thing in the boat. I want to complete that.
Me: What?
I almost whispered in his ears though was a bit puzzled at his comment what he wanted.
Uday: Madam since Babulal was there on the boat, I could not see you naked.
I was already pretty aroused by his intimate touches and wanted to be explored more by Uday and honestly this request pleased me, but I did not express it to him.
Me: But Uday you have seen every part of my body on the boat.
Uday: No Madam, since Babulal was there I did not remove your panty. But now no one is watching us, I want to see you fully naked. Are you wearing a panty Madam?
He paused and did not waited for a reply from me and with both hands felt, rubbed, and kneaded my ass cheeks over my nightdress to check as if I was wearing a panty or not.
Uday: Madam, your ass feels so good without the panty.
He murmured in my ears. I closed my eyes and was elated by his act. As he was teasingly checking my ass for a panty, he pulled up my nightdress to an alarming height almost exposing my round ass globes. As it is the nighty was short and as he pulled it, I looked awfully naughty standing in that pose where my whole thighs and legs were exposed and my nighty bunched up near my ass.
Uday left me for a second and bent a little and then lifted me in his lap and swung me in the air as heroes do it in the films. I was enjoying that to the hilt. My husband had never done this to me while lovemaking, neither at home nor when we went for our honeymoon. Uday seemed so sure about what he was doing.
Me: Uday please get me down.
Uday: Get you down where Madam? On bed?
We both giggled and he kept me in his lap for sometime feeling my intimate parts with his hand and face and then got me down. Uday again started kissing me very tightly on my lips and his free hands were slowly pulling up my nightdress first over my legs, then my well formed thighs, and now almost up my ass. I could realize my ass cheeks were out in the open and I could feel his direct touches on them. I removed my lips from his lips and tried to stop him.
Me: Uday please…
Uday: Yes Madam, I will please you.
He pulled up the nighty to my abdomen and bent down to look into my pussy. I was shivering in excitement though coiled back in shame as he brought his face very close to my naked pussy and started kissing me there. He was rubbing his nose on my pubic hairs and inhaling the pungent smell with deep breaths. His tongue was probing my pussy lips now and I was very wet down there. He was encircling me with both hands and cupping my firm naked ass cheeks. My husband had also kissed and rubbed me at my honey pot, but for all those instances we were in bed. Standing in the room panty-less with my nightdress pulled up to my waist and a male other than my hubby kissing my pussy was the first time in my life.
In no time I was cumming heavily and Uday’s face was wet with my discharge. After completing his licking my pussy, he stood up and put his right middle finger inside my pussy hole and fingered my pussy for at least two minutes. Getting the opportunity, I also caught hold of his thick hard penis within his dhoti and I was stroking and feeling its hardness with both hands. Uday was simply giving me heavenly pleasures and now I wanted to get fucked by him. Yesterday I was under a drug spell, but today morning I was the normal woman and wanted to get a hard fuck by my man, Uday. Though at the corner of my mind, my housewife identity was raising a meek obstacle. The pleasure and the situation was such, I dropped all my shame and pleaded him for a fuck like a slut.
Me: Uday, please do it now. I am dying to get you inside me.
By that time, Uday pulled up the nighty with one hand above my round boobs and now practically the nighty was bunched up to my shoulder and whole of my body was naked before Uday. My boobs looked like two searchlights jiggling freely with every movement of mine and naturally attracting all attention of Uday. My nipples were rock hard and they also had grown to the fullest and looked rosy pink and swollen. Uday’s lips kissed, licked and sucked them amply till they were glistening with his saliva. I was so heated now that I myself pulled up the nighty off my head and stood completely naked in front of him.
This was the first time ever I stood naked in front of any male other than my husband. I was not feeling any shame, rather was much urged for a fuck!
Uday: Madam, lets go to bed then…
He whispered in my ears and then only the whole dream as if broke!
“Knock! Knock!”
Uday was as if electrified the way he left me and stood up and kept his finger on his lips.
Uday: Madam, please reply but do not open the door. I will be in a big fix.
Me: Yes, who is it.
I pretended to my level best though my heart was beating fast. I replied in a sleepy tone as if I was fast asleep and woke up due to the knock. I was still standing naked and realizing that I briskly covered myself with the bedcover.
Nirmal: Madam, its me Nirmal. Its 6’o clock.
Me: Okay thanks for calling. I am getting up and will be there before Guru-ji by 6:30.
Nirmal: Okay Madam.
We heard Nirmal going away and we both were relieved.
Uday: Uff! What an escape. Madam, I must go now.
Me: But Uday, leaving me in this condition…
I was still highly aroused and my 28-year-old body fully heated up and was breathing heavily, standing naked with my pussy dripping and I was seeing that my man was about to leave. One could easily realize what my condition was.
Uday: Madam, please understand, I have to go now because if anyone catches me here I will be in a big soup, as I have violated the norms of the ashram.
Uday did not bother for a reply from me and opened the door slightly, looked around outside and went away closing the door very gently leaving me alone in that hugely aroused state. My condition was so susceptible that I was giving me a self-massage on my warm boobs and fingering my own pussy. I realized after sometime that I cannot sit like this and went to the toilet. I was still discharging and somehow managed to take a bath though much heat remained within my body I realized. I wore a fresh set of herbal washed sari, blouse, and petticoat, took my medication, and went to Guru-ji’s room.
Guru-ji: Come, come Anita, how o you feel after two days?
Me: Fine Guru-ji. I think your therapy is working on me. I feel more energetic physically and mentally.
Guru-ji: Good.
Me: Guru-ji, what was the finding of my, err. I mean the pads?
Guru-ji: Anita, the finding is not bleak, but not excellent also. The later two pads do tell that you are having better discharges, but its not adequate still.
I was a bit depressed listening to Guru-ji’s words, as I was quite hopeful that everything was quite okay considering the long discharges that I had in last two days. Guru-ji probably read my eyes.
Guru-ji: But Anita, I do not think you should worry on this. What I am there for? You just participate wholeheartedly in whatever you do as I instruct you. Bas!
I nodded my head though had a subtle concern that my discharge was not adequate. I was also wondering what treatment was waiting for me now. In no time, Guru-ji spelt out that.
Guru-ji: Now I will offer puja to Linga Maharaj. You also participate in that Anita and after that I will do a check up of yours, as I want to see why you are having a somewhat inadequate discharge even after full arousals?
Guru-ji paused a little and looked directly into my eyes. I was also looking at him.
Guru-ji: By the way, how were your last two temple orgasms?
I had to tell a lie regarding my second adventure with Uday.
Me: Yes Guru-ji, it was okay. Pande-ji was a bit harsh though.
Guru-ji: I can understand that. You cannot simply blame him, as you have such an attractive figure Anita for your age.
I was a bit taken aback by this sort of a statement from Guru-ji, though he quickly recovered.
Guru-ji: I mean these people like Pande-ji and all are part of your treatment process and if any one got carried away please don’t mind it and forgive them. You must keep your focus on your goal only to achieve pregnancy through my therapy. Right Anita?
Me: Yes Guru-ji, that’s why I did not react and controlled myself.
Guru-ji: Right, mind control.
I was still feeling concerned about low discharges on full arousals, though I thought I discharged more vaginally than when I do intercourse with my hubby.
Me: But honestly Guru-ji, I got full excitement…
Guru-ji interrupted me in the middle.
Guru-ji: Anita, it’s not the question of excitement only, as there are several other aspects that contribute to this. I need to know your vital signs like pressure, pulse, heart rate etc. and do a checkup like the doctor does. I am no different from a doctor, but my ways of treatment are different.
I was gulping what Guru-ji was saying eagerly.
Guru-ji: You know, sometimes it so happens that due to some other organ’s dysfunction, the vaginal discharge does not reach the desired amount. For example, may be there is a slight hindrance in the vaginal pathway or some other problem in any other part. So before I conclude anything and give you meds, I must be sure.
Me: That’s true.
Guru-ji: Have faith on Linga Maharaj. He will take you through. You do not worry at all Anita. Will start you on meds today and then tomorrow you will undergo the maha-yagya that will wash out all negative factors from your body to achieve pregnancy.
Guru-ji paused again. I was eager to know more.
Guru-ji: It’s a two day long yagya, very tedious and strenuous Anita, but the result is sweet as nectar. But you know yagya alone cannot do wonders, medications will have to take the support role. And if you can satisfy Linga Maharaj through maha-yagya, you will be gifted with the fruit you have been long longing for. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Me: I will do my best Guru-ji. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji: Now the puja and then will do your checkup.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I responded positively for the checkup not even knowing that in the coming half an hour Guru-ji would delve into my ‘jawani’ in the most subtle and clever manner in the name of checkup. Guru-ji closed his eyes and started to chant mantras. I also folded my hands and started worshipping to Linga Maharaj. The puja went on for 15 minutes and after that Guru-ji went to the toilet to wash his hands. Till such time he was sitting and as usual he was wearing his saffron dress. When he went to the toilet, the light was falling on his body from behind and I was shocked to notice that he was not wearing a chaddi inside his dhoti. When he turned sideways and was facing the light in an oblique way I could see his banana-like hanging lund! I quickly turned my eyes off him, but what I saw for a split second made my nipples erect instantly.
Guru-ji said to follow him and we went out of the room to another adjacent room, where I did not go before. I could not see any of his disciples in the ashram corridor, may be they are busy with other chores. My eyes were searching for Uday, but there was no trace of him. There was a rectangular table in this room, which was probably the examination table, and another table on which there were doctor’s apparatuses like thermometer, stethoscope, blood pressure reader, spatula, forceps, etc.
Guru-ji: Anita, lie down on the table. I will arrange for the apparatus and will start the checkup.
I went up to the table. It was quite high than a normal table, almost to my upper abdomen level, probably for convenience of the person who is doing the checkup. I realized it would be just the right height for Guru-ji who is fairly tall, but for myself I found it rather impossible to ride it, as there were no stairs. It was like climbing a wall and after a few tries I gave up. I tucked my pallu to my waist, held the table with both hands, and raised my right leg to climb the table, but noticed my sari was getting lifted to alarming heights exposing my fair legs; thus refrained from my efforts. I looked for a stool to climb, but there was none.
Me: Guru-ji, the height of this table is very awkward and here there is no stool also.
Guru-ji: Oho! You are unable to climb up. Actually since it’s an exam table, the height is a bit… Anita, just wait a minute.
I stood there like an obedient student and after some moments Guru-ji came forward.
Guru-ji: Anita you try to climb up, I will just give you a little push so that you are up on the table.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I held the surface of the table with both hands and raised my toes to maximum height and then gave pressure to climb up. I felt Guru-ji’s hands on the back of my thighs and he gripped me there and raised up. I was feeling very awkward in this position as my full round gaand was just before his face. So I quickly tried to get onto the table, but Guru-ji surprisingly removed his hands off my thighs halfway! I was practically hanging at that point of time, as there was nothing to give support for my legs and if I tried to extend and lift my leg for the tabletop, my sari would surely expose my lower portion. So I had to sought help.
Me: Guru-ji, please push me a little more. I cannot get up from this position.
Guru-ji: Oh! I thought you could manage.
My huge ass was just before his face and I felt Guru-ji cupped my ass cheeks with both hands to push me up the table. I was surprised at his act, he did not push me, instead gave a firm squeeze with both hands on my fleshy ass cheeks.
Me: Ouch!
Automatically came out of my mouth, as I was not expecting such a behavior from Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Oh! Sorry Anita. I almost slipped.
Me: Oh! Its okay Guru-ji.
I had to say, but I was very sure that he purposefully squeezed my buttocks. Now he gave me the desired push and I was up on the table. I felt Guru-ji did not remove his hands off my flaring hips till I was fully up on the table and he was feeling my sari-covered flesh. Uday had already made me very horny, which I somehow calmed down through the bath, but again a male touch on my buttocks made my pussy wet once more. I realized my vaginal fluids were soaking my panty slowly. Altogether I felt so very awkward to climb like this with my huge gaand before a man’s face, more so as he was also pushing my ass cheeks to help me climb! My ears were red already and my breathing heavier. I was somewhat alarmed by such a behavior from a person like Guru-ji, but at the same time was not fully convinced that he did that on purpose. I was wondering did he actually slip? Did he cupped my ass deliberately? Could he not help me by holding the back of my thighs as he initially did? I was confused.
I now sat on the examination table and Guru-ji went back to the other table. I pulled off my pallu off my waist and adjusted my sari properly and lay down on the table. As I lied down, my pallu got stretched on my firm boobs and I noticed my mangoes were looking like two conical hills moving up and down below my sari and blouse. I tried to adjust the pallu to look decent. Guru-ji was back to the exam table now. He had brought a blood pressure reading equipment along with a stethoscope and an unknown device, which looked like a meter with a wire connected to a small monitor.
Guru-ji: Okay Anita. Are you ready?
Me: Yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: First let me check your BP. Do you know your range?
Me: No Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Okay, I will check and let you know. Raise your left arm a little.
I raised my left arm from the lying down position and Guru-ji started wrapping the black cloth there and after finishing started pumping the bulb for the mercury to rise up in the equipment. I was feeling the pressure in my hand and my BP came to be 130/80, which Guru-ji told was almost normal though on the higher side. He unwrapped the black cloth off my arm and while doing that I noticed time and again he was watching my heaving boobs.
Guru-ji: Now let me see your pulse.
Saying that he held my left wrist. His warm fingers pressed on my tender wrist and I did not know why I was feeling so uncomfortable and having a racing heartbeat. May be only some minutes ago I had a hot session with Uday.
Guru-ji: Strange!
Me: What Guru-ji?
I could not guess why he said strange.
Guru-ji: Anita, I see your pulse rate is very rapid, as if you are very excited. But you just attended the puja and then we come here! It should not be… Let me check again.
Guru-ji again pressed my wrist with two fingers, but I knew very well why he was getting an increased pulse and waited anxiously with a worrisome face if he probes into it further.
Guru-ji: What is the matter Anita? Apparently you look calm, but your pulse is racing.
Me: I do not know Guru-ji.
I tried to tell a lie, but Guru-ji looked directly at my eyes and as if was searching for an answer.
Guru-ji: Let me confirm it with your heartbeats.
Saying that he left my wrist and took the stethoscope and put that in his both ears and holding the knob at the end of the tube, he proceeded towards my breasts. I was feeling a bit uneasy as he placed the knob on my upper chest over my sari. I could still feel the cold knob touching my skin over the thin sari material. In the process I felt Guru-ji’s hand gently brushing my conical peaks. He was almost bending over my breast though was looking intently at my eyes. I was feeling thirsty and my heart was beating even faster now as Guru-ji was checking it. Guru-ji now shifted horizontally the stethoscope knob over my actual breast area and immediately there was a slight shiver in my body out of womanly shyness. He was pressing gently on my pallu and blouse covered left boob and I realized the stetho-knob was inches away from my nipple. I was breathing heavily naturally.
Guru-ji: Anita, your heart is also beating faster than normal. There has to be something.
I tried to look as innocent as possible while replying.
Me: Guru-ji, I do not know why this has happened.
Guru-ji was still holding the stethoscope on my left breast and probably feeling the spongy action of my bra-covered boob. I was feeling extreme tightness within my blouse now with this constant press resulting in heavy breathing. He at last removed the stetho-knob over my breast and was staring openly at my undulating blouse-covered peaks. I adjusted the pallu out of regular reflex though there was nothing to adjust, as Guru-ji did not remove my pallu off my chest area while checking my heart rate.
Guru-ji: Anita, you are not a little girl that you won’t know why your pulse and heart rates are high. You are a matured lady and you must not conceal anything from me.
I was in a dilemma regarding what to say and how to put it. I could not escape Guru-ji’s checkup and had to surrender.
Me: I mean Guru-ji I had a err… a wild dream, probably that effect…
Guru-ji: But you woke up at least an hour ago, but how can the effect be so pronounced now?
I was not able to answer properly. All along I was lying on the table and Guru-ji standing by my side, just beside my breast area.
Guru-ji: Anita, the way your breasts are moving up and down still now, I think it has to be something else.
I blushed to such a direct comment about my intimate body part and I desperately tried to divert him.
Me: No, no Guru-ji, that’s because of your...
I deliberately did not complete the sentence and showed him in sign language with my right hand the way he was pressing the stethoscope on my breast. Guru-ji seemed amused with my sign language. He laughed loudly at my gestures.
Guru-ji: If the touch of an inanimate stetho can race your heartbeat that much, you surely would collapse if you get a male touch?
He continued laughing and I also smiled in return.
Guru-ji: Okay I take your word Anita that you had a hot dream and now me checking you made you feel horny.
I was so relieved hearing this.
Guru-ji: But let me tell you this is not a good sign. The pulse and the heart rate are alarmingly high even if I consider what it should be when you are having sex.
I looked blank at Guru-ji not knowing what was the implication of this.
Guru-ji: Let me just take your body temperature also and complete the vital signs. Put it in your left armpit.
Now this was a tricky situation for me. Usually at home during taking temperatures I used to put the thermometer in my mouth, but here Guru-ji told me to put in my armpit, but I am wearing a sari-blouse now and I have to open at least half blouse hooks to put it properly in my armpit.
Me: Can I put it in my mouth Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: No, no Anita. The thermometer is not clean and neither do I have dettol here. There is a chance of inviting infection.
I realized I had no other option but to put the thermometer in my armpit.
Guru-ji: You just open a couple of buttons of your blouse and…
There was no need to complete his sentence, he also knew that and I readily sat up and taking the veil of my sari pallu, I took my hands over my blouse and started to unhook. Guru-ji was standing beside the exam table only a foot away and he could clearly see all my hand action below my pallu. I opened the top two hooks and took the thermometer from Guru-ji to put it in my armpit.
Guru-ji: Open one more hook Anita, otherwise you cannot slide the thermometer inside properly and if it is not placed properly I will not get the proper reading.
I was a bit shaken to hear such direct comments about opening my blouse hooks from another male apart from my husband. My husband has an obsession of opening my blouse I noticed many times, but I wondered often how could a container attract him more than the content. I could not refuse Guru-ji and placing the thermometer on the table again took my hands below my pallu and as I looked down at my blouse I could clearly see my fair bulging cleavage above my brassiere and the open blouse hooks through my pallu. I looked from the corner of my eye and noticed Guru-ji also gulping my advertisement. I realized if I open the third hook I would surely let my bra visible through my half open blouse, but I had no other option and had to open it.
Guru-ji: That’s better. Now insert the thermometer.
I raised my left arm slightly and slid the thermometer by the side of my half open blouse into my armpit. I tried to adjust the pallu so that I expose my breasts to the minimum to the now glittering eyes of Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Wait for two minutes. I will keep an eye on the watch.
It was so very awkward for me to sit like that in my half-open blouse before a male. Specifically for these sorts of reasons, I always avoided going to a male doctor for a checkup or for OB/GYN purposes. I was not feeling that much of shame in front of Guru-ji though; more so due to the ‘experiences’ in the last 48 hours.
Guru-ji: Time is up. Okay bring it out Anita.
I took out the thermometer and handed it to him and started buttoning my blouse promptly knowing little that I would have to soon open it again!
Guru-ji: The temperature is normal, but in this early morning you have sweated a lot.
Saying that he touched the bulb of the thermometer with his fingers and felt the sweat there. I blushed, but had little to say. To my utter shock I saw Guru-ji took the thermometer tip to his nose and took the smell of my armpit sweat. I had my eyebrows raised at this action fo Guru-ji, but he seemed to have an answer to everything.
Guru-ji: You must be surprised why I am taking the odour, but you know, a foul odour is an indication of improper metabolism. And for successful copulation I need to check that too in a person.
I felt much relieved hearing this. Guru-ji kept aside the BP meter, thermometer etc. and started examining me by the organs now. I was sitting on the exam table as he started further checkup. He first checked my eyes, ears and throat. His warm fingers were giving me a very uncomfortable feel. More so, it was reminding me of Uday’s touches just a few minutes ago on my intimate body parts. Guru-ji’s face was close to my face and at times I could feel his breathing over my face, which was making me almost shiver. He then examined my neck and shoulders removing partially my sari from those areas. It seemed to me that the incomplete job by Uday was as if triggered by Guru-ji. I tried to remain as normal as possible though my heart was already drumming faster.
Guru-ji: Anita, you now lie down. Let me check the abdomen.
I again lied down on the examining table and this time Guru-ji without asking me removed the sari off my stomach area. Out of natural resistance I took my hands to my sari and tried to keep it in place, but Guru-ji’s hands were forceful enough and he simply uncovered my stomach and simultaneously the base of my boobs also got exposed due to this action. The pallu remained aside and I was trying to see what he was about to do between my two blouse-covered peaks. Guru-ji started feeling my abdomen firmly with his fingers and giving pressure with his palm also. My tender skin was felt adequately by his warm hands and I was almost trembling at his touches. Guru-ji palpated my liver, spleen and other internal organs thoroughly. Now suddenly he started fingering my navel, which gave me a very ticklish sensation and I almost giggled and my legs crossed in my lying position.
Guru-ji: Don’t laugh Anita, I am examining and uncross your legs.
Me: I am very sensitive there Guru-ji.
I uncrossed my legs below my sari, but giggled again and constantly shifted my ass while lying, as he continued to finger my navel.
Guru-ji: Okay, okay, done.
I was much relieved, but I already felt my vaginal fluids moistening my panty due to Guru-ji’s examination.
Guru-ji: Anita, now turn over and face the table.
It was so very awkward to turn upside down before a man - this only a woman knows. I turned over to lie on my stomach. Now my sari-covered round fleshy pumpkin ass was in full display before Guru-ji and he could also see my boobs from the sides sandwiched under my body weight. I looked at Guru-ji as he took the stethoscope again and checked the sounds of my back over my blouse cover. He was holding the knob of the stetho in one hand while the other free hand was casually resting on my posterior over my blouse. To tell the truth, I could feel unmistakably that he was actually tracing my brassiere over the top of my blouse. It was so subtle, yet so obvious.
Guru-ji: Anita, take a deep long breath.
I followed his command and took a long breath, but immediately felt his fingers exactly on my bra hook and I could not hold the breadth and I gasped.
Guru-ji: What happened?
Me: Err… nothing Guru-ji. I am trying again.
My heart was beating so hard that he was probably also able to hear it. I tried to recover myself and he also had shifted his fingers from my bra and I took a long breath again.
After the completion of checkup with the stetho, I felt Guru-ji’s hands on my bare back on the area between my blouse and my waist. I did not know what he was checking, but it seemed like as if he was massaging me there. I almost was shaken up when I felt Guru-ji stretched his fingers on my back and even inserted part of his fingers inside my blouse! His touches on my bare skin on my back and inside my blouse were enough to ignite me.
I was now anticipating the same action downwards also and I should feel Guru-ji’s fingers move inside my waistband and how correct I was! Guru-ji rubbed and stretched his hands down my blouse along my midriff to my waist. And not stopping at my sari cover on my waist, Guru-ji inserted his fingers through my sari and petticoat and reached till my panty over my roundish buttocks.
Me: Aeeeiiiiiii….
I uttered a weird sound, which meant nothing but my vulnerable state in the hands of Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Sorry Anita. I should have asked you to open the sari first to do further checking.
He took off his hand off my back and told me to do one of the most bizarre things of my life.
Guru-ji: Anita, take off the sari. Let me get the lubricant, torch, and the spatula for your pelvic exam.
“Knock! Knock!” “Knock! Knock!”
I woke up by this irritating sound on my room door. Though I wanted to have some more sleep, I had to reply to the knock.
Me: Okay, okay, I am awake and will be there in front of Guru-ji in half an hour.
Generally they woke me up half an hour before Guru-ji’s appointment time so that I had enough time for using the conveniences and getting fresh before I made a move. I replied not even bothering to know who was knocking at my door.
“Knock! Knock!”
Me: I told you I am coming.
“Knock! Knock!”
Now I was a bit puzzled. Can’t he or she hear me what I am saying? I had no option but to get out of the bed and open the door. I was aware that I was not wearing any undergarments, but thought it has to be either Meenakshi or Nirmal who must be knocking, I did not bother to put anything below my nightdress, but straightened it over my body so that I looked reasonable.
Me: “Who is it?”
I murmured as I opened the door. Before I could realize anything I felt a hug and I was kissed on my tender lips. My sleeping spell immediately went off and I was fully conscious by hot male saliva on my tender lips. Since there was darkness still outside as it was very early morning, I could not make out who it was, but could well realize he was a strong man. As I had just awakened from deep sleep, I was physically also feeling weak and before I could gather any resistance, the man gripped my waist by his right hand and with his left hand he grabbed my right boob. It was freely jiggling below my nightdress, as I was not wearing a bra, and he immediately started squeezing it very tightly.
Me: Aah! Who are you? Stop this!
Uday: Madam it’s me. Uday. You could not recognize me?
I was shocked and excited at the same time. I never expected him to be here and the way he hugged and kissed me as soon as I opened the door, I hardly got any chance to guess who it was. I was so relieved.
Me: Its still very early morning. They come to wake me up at 6.
Uday: Yes Madam, its 5:00 am now. I was feeling restless, so I came to see you.
Me: So, this is the way you see a woman?
We were both standing and hugging each other in the middle of the room, the room light still switched off. Uday’s lips were very close to my face, his both hands encircling my waist and at times he was feeling the roundness of my ass over my nightdress.
Uday: No this is the way I see you. You are special.
Me: Hmm. You are special too my dear.
We kissed each other. It was a long kiss and our tongues explored each other’s. While we kissed I was hugging him tight, but I found escaping my hug, his hands were exploring my pumpkin ass and was squeezing my firm ass cheeks randomly.
Uday: Madam I missed one thing in the boat. I want to complete that.
Me: What?
I almost whispered in his ears though was a bit puzzled at his comment what he wanted.
Uday: Madam since Babulal was there on the boat, I could not see you naked.
I was already pretty aroused by his intimate touches and wanted to be explored more by Uday and honestly this request pleased me, but I did not express it to him.
Me: But Uday you have seen every part of my body on the boat.
Uday: No Madam, since Babulal was there I did not remove your panty. But now no one is watching us, I want to see you fully naked. Are you wearing a panty Madam?
He paused and did not waited for a reply from me and with both hands felt, rubbed, and kneaded my ass cheeks over my nightdress to check as if I was wearing a panty or not.
Uday: Madam, your ass feels so good without the panty.
He murmured in my ears. I closed my eyes and was elated by his act. As he was teasingly checking my ass for a panty, he pulled up my nightdress to an alarming height almost exposing my round ass globes. As it is the nighty was short and as he pulled it, I looked awfully naughty standing in that pose where my whole thighs and legs were exposed and my nighty bunched up near my ass.
Uday left me for a second and bent a little and then lifted me in his lap and swung me in the air as heroes do it in the films. I was enjoying that to the hilt. My husband had never done this to me while lovemaking, neither at home nor when we went for our honeymoon. Uday seemed so sure about what he was doing.
Me: Uday please get me down.
Uday: Get you down where Madam? On bed?
We both giggled and he kept me in his lap for sometime feeling my intimate parts with his hand and face and then got me down. Uday again started kissing me very tightly on my lips and his free hands were slowly pulling up my nightdress first over my legs, then my well formed thighs, and now almost up my ass. I could realize my ass cheeks were out in the open and I could feel his direct touches on them. I removed my lips from his lips and tried to stop him.
Me: Uday please…
Uday: Yes Madam, I will please you.
He pulled up the nighty to my abdomen and bent down to look into my pussy. I was shivering in excitement though coiled back in shame as he brought his face very close to my naked pussy and started kissing me there. He was rubbing his nose on my pubic hairs and inhaling the pungent smell with deep breaths. His tongue was probing my pussy lips now and I was very wet down there. He was encircling me with both hands and cupping my firm naked ass cheeks. My husband had also kissed and rubbed me at my honey pot, but for all those instances we were in bed. Standing in the room panty-less with my nightdress pulled up to my waist and a male other than my hubby kissing my pussy was the first time in my life.
In no time I was cumming heavily and Uday’s face was wet with my discharge. After completing his licking my pussy, he stood up and put his right middle finger inside my pussy hole and fingered my pussy for at least two minutes. Getting the opportunity, I also caught hold of his thick hard penis within his dhoti and I was stroking and feeling its hardness with both hands. Uday was simply giving me heavenly pleasures and now I wanted to get fucked by him. Yesterday I was under a drug spell, but today morning I was the normal woman and wanted to get a hard fuck by my man, Uday. Though at the corner of my mind, my housewife identity was raising a meek obstacle. The pleasure and the situation was such, I dropped all my shame and pleaded him for a fuck like a slut.
Me: Uday, please do it now. I am dying to get you inside me.
By that time, Uday pulled up the nighty with one hand above my round boobs and now practically the nighty was bunched up to my shoulder and whole of my body was naked before Uday. My boobs looked like two searchlights jiggling freely with every movement of mine and naturally attracting all attention of Uday. My nipples were rock hard and they also had grown to the fullest and looked rosy pink and swollen. Uday’s lips kissed, licked and sucked them amply till they were glistening with his saliva. I was so heated now that I myself pulled up the nighty off my head and stood completely naked in front of him.
This was the first time ever I stood naked in front of any male other than my husband. I was not feeling any shame, rather was much urged for a fuck!
Uday: Madam, lets go to bed then…
He whispered in my ears and then only the whole dream as if broke!
“Knock! Knock!”
Uday was as if electrified the way he left me and stood up and kept his finger on his lips.
Uday: Madam, please reply but do not open the door. I will be in a big fix.
Me: Yes, who is it.
I pretended to my level best though my heart was beating fast. I replied in a sleepy tone as if I was fast asleep and woke up due to the knock. I was still standing naked and realizing that I briskly covered myself with the bedcover.
Nirmal: Madam, its me Nirmal. Its 6’o clock.
Me: Okay thanks for calling. I am getting up and will be there before Guru-ji by 6:30.
Nirmal: Okay Madam.
We heard Nirmal going away and we both were relieved.
Uday: Uff! What an escape. Madam, I must go now.
Me: But Uday, leaving me in this condition…
I was still highly aroused and my 28-year-old body fully heated up and was breathing heavily, standing naked with my pussy dripping and I was seeing that my man was about to leave. One could easily realize what my condition was.
Uday: Madam, please understand, I have to go now because if anyone catches me here I will be in a big soup, as I have violated the norms of the ashram.
Uday did not bother for a reply from me and opened the door slightly, looked around outside and went away closing the door very gently leaving me alone in that hugely aroused state. My condition was so susceptible that I was giving me a self-massage on my warm boobs and fingering my own pussy. I realized after sometime that I cannot sit like this and went to the toilet. I was still discharging and somehow managed to take a bath though much heat remained within my body I realized. I wore a fresh set of herbal washed sari, blouse, and petticoat, took my medication, and went to Guru-ji’s room.
Guru-ji: Come, come Anita, how o you feel after two days?
Me: Fine Guru-ji. I think your therapy is working on me. I feel more energetic physically and mentally.
Guru-ji: Good.
Me: Guru-ji, what was the finding of my, err. I mean the pads?
Guru-ji: Anita, the finding is not bleak, but not excellent also. The later two pads do tell that you are having better discharges, but its not adequate still.
I was a bit depressed listening to Guru-ji’s words, as I was quite hopeful that everything was quite okay considering the long discharges that I had in last two days. Guru-ji probably read my eyes.
Guru-ji: But Anita, I do not think you should worry on this. What I am there for? You just participate wholeheartedly in whatever you do as I instruct you. Bas!
I nodded my head though had a subtle concern that my discharge was not adequate. I was also wondering what treatment was waiting for me now. In no time, Guru-ji spelt out that.
Guru-ji: Now I will offer puja to Linga Maharaj. You also participate in that Anita and after that I will do a check up of yours, as I want to see why you are having a somewhat inadequate discharge even after full arousals?
Guru-ji paused a little and looked directly into my eyes. I was also looking at him.
Guru-ji: By the way, how were your last two temple orgasms?
I had to tell a lie regarding my second adventure with Uday.
Me: Yes Guru-ji, it was okay. Pande-ji was a bit harsh though.
Guru-ji: I can understand that. You cannot simply blame him, as you have such an attractive figure Anita for your age.
I was a bit taken aback by this sort of a statement from Guru-ji, though he quickly recovered.
Guru-ji: I mean these people like Pande-ji and all are part of your treatment process and if any one got carried away please don’t mind it and forgive them. You must keep your focus on your goal only to achieve pregnancy through my therapy. Right Anita?
Me: Yes Guru-ji, that’s why I did not react and controlled myself.
Guru-ji: Right, mind control.
I was still feeling concerned about low discharges on full arousals, though I thought I discharged more vaginally than when I do intercourse with my hubby.
Me: But honestly Guru-ji, I got full excitement…
Guru-ji interrupted me in the middle.
Guru-ji: Anita, it’s not the question of excitement only, as there are several other aspects that contribute to this. I need to know your vital signs like pressure, pulse, heart rate etc. and do a checkup like the doctor does. I am no different from a doctor, but my ways of treatment are different.
I was gulping what Guru-ji was saying eagerly.
Guru-ji: You know, sometimes it so happens that due to some other organ’s dysfunction, the vaginal discharge does not reach the desired amount. For example, may be there is a slight hindrance in the vaginal pathway or some other problem in any other part. So before I conclude anything and give you meds, I must be sure.
Me: That’s true.
Guru-ji: Have faith on Linga Maharaj. He will take you through. You do not worry at all Anita. Will start you on meds today and then tomorrow you will undergo the maha-yagya that will wash out all negative factors from your body to achieve pregnancy.
Guru-ji paused again. I was eager to know more.
Guru-ji: It’s a two day long yagya, very tedious and strenuous Anita, but the result is sweet as nectar. But you know yagya alone cannot do wonders, medications will have to take the support role. And if you can satisfy Linga Maharaj through maha-yagya, you will be gifted with the fruit you have been long longing for. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Me: I will do my best Guru-ji. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji: Now the puja and then will do your checkup.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I responded positively for the checkup not even knowing that in the coming half an hour Guru-ji would delve into my ‘jawani’ in the most subtle and clever manner in the name of checkup. Guru-ji closed his eyes and started to chant mantras. I also folded my hands and started worshipping to Linga Maharaj. The puja went on for 15 minutes and after that Guru-ji went to the toilet to wash his hands. Till such time he was sitting and as usual he was wearing his saffron dress. When he went to the toilet, the light was falling on his body from behind and I was shocked to notice that he was not wearing a chaddi inside his dhoti. When he turned sideways and was facing the light in an oblique way I could see his banana-like hanging lund! I quickly turned my eyes off him, but what I saw for a split second made my nipples erect instantly.
Guru-ji said to follow him and we went out of the room to another adjacent room, where I did not go before. I could not see any of his disciples in the ashram corridor, may be they are busy with other chores. My eyes were searching for Uday, but there was no trace of him. There was a rectangular table in this room, which was probably the examination table, and another table on which there were doctor’s apparatuses like thermometer, stethoscope, blood pressure reader, spatula, forceps, etc.
Guru-ji: Anita, lie down on the table. I will arrange for the apparatus and will start the checkup.
I went up to the table. It was quite high than a normal table, almost to my upper abdomen level, probably for convenience of the person who is doing the checkup. I realized it would be just the right height for Guru-ji who is fairly tall, but for myself I found it rather impossible to ride it, as there were no stairs. It was like climbing a wall and after a few tries I gave up. I tucked my pallu to my waist, held the table with both hands, and raised my right leg to climb the table, but noticed my sari was getting lifted to alarming heights exposing my fair legs; thus refrained from my efforts. I looked for a stool to climb, but there was none.
Me: Guru-ji, the height of this table is very awkward and here there is no stool also.
Guru-ji: Oho! You are unable to climb up. Actually since it’s an exam table, the height is a bit… Anita, just wait a minute.
I stood there like an obedient student and after some moments Guru-ji came forward.
Guru-ji: Anita you try to climb up, I will just give you a little push so that you are up on the table.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I held the surface of the table with both hands and raised my toes to maximum height and then gave pressure to climb up. I felt Guru-ji’s hands on the back of my thighs and he gripped me there and raised up. I was feeling very awkward in this position as my full round gaand was just before his face. So I quickly tried to get onto the table, but Guru-ji surprisingly removed his hands off my thighs halfway! I was practically hanging at that point of time, as there was nothing to give support for my legs and if I tried to extend and lift my leg for the tabletop, my sari would surely expose my lower portion. So I had to sought help.
Me: Guru-ji, please push me a little more. I cannot get up from this position.
Guru-ji: Oh! I thought you could manage.
My huge ass was just before his face and I felt Guru-ji cupped my ass cheeks with both hands to push me up the table. I was surprised at his act, he did not push me, instead gave a firm squeeze with both hands on my fleshy ass cheeks.
Me: Ouch!
Automatically came out of my mouth, as I was not expecting such a behavior from Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Oh! Sorry Anita. I almost slipped.
Me: Oh! Its okay Guru-ji.
I had to say, but I was very sure that he purposefully squeezed my buttocks. Now he gave me the desired push and I was up on the table. I felt Guru-ji did not remove his hands off my flaring hips till I was fully up on the table and he was feeling my sari-covered flesh. Uday had already made me very horny, which I somehow calmed down through the bath, but again a male touch on my buttocks made my pussy wet once more. I realized my vaginal fluids were soaking my panty slowly. Altogether I felt so very awkward to climb like this with my huge gaand before a man’s face, more so as he was also pushing my ass cheeks to help me climb! My ears were red already and my breathing heavier. I was somewhat alarmed by such a behavior from a person like Guru-ji, but at the same time was not fully convinced that he did that on purpose. I was wondering did he actually slip? Did he cupped my ass deliberately? Could he not help me by holding the back of my thighs as he initially did? I was confused.
I now sat on the examination table and Guru-ji went back to the other table. I pulled off my pallu off my waist and adjusted my sari properly and lay down on the table. As I lied down, my pallu got stretched on my firm boobs and I noticed my mangoes were looking like two conical hills moving up and down below my sari and blouse. I tried to adjust the pallu to look decent. Guru-ji was back to the exam table now. He had brought a blood pressure reading equipment along with a stethoscope and an unknown device, which looked like a meter with a wire connected to a small monitor.
Guru-ji: Okay Anita. Are you ready?
Me: Yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: First let me check your BP. Do you know your range?
Me: No Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Okay, I will check and let you know. Raise your left arm a little.
I raised my left arm from the lying down position and Guru-ji started wrapping the black cloth there and after finishing started pumping the bulb for the mercury to rise up in the equipment. I was feeling the pressure in my hand and my BP came to be 130/80, which Guru-ji told was almost normal though on the higher side. He unwrapped the black cloth off my arm and while doing that I noticed time and again he was watching my heaving boobs.
Guru-ji: Now let me see your pulse.
Saying that he held my left wrist. His warm fingers pressed on my tender wrist and I did not know why I was feeling so uncomfortable and having a racing heartbeat. May be only some minutes ago I had a hot session with Uday.
Guru-ji: Strange!
Me: What Guru-ji?
I could not guess why he said strange.
Guru-ji: Anita, I see your pulse rate is very rapid, as if you are very excited. But you just attended the puja and then we come here! It should not be… Let me check again.
Guru-ji again pressed my wrist with two fingers, but I knew very well why he was getting an increased pulse and waited anxiously with a worrisome face if he probes into it further.
Guru-ji: What is the matter Anita? Apparently you look calm, but your pulse is racing.
Me: I do not know Guru-ji.
I tried to tell a lie, but Guru-ji looked directly at my eyes and as if was searching for an answer.
Guru-ji: Let me confirm it with your heartbeats.
Saying that he left my wrist and took the stethoscope and put that in his both ears and holding the knob at the end of the tube, he proceeded towards my breasts. I was feeling a bit uneasy as he placed the knob on my upper chest over my sari. I could still feel the cold knob touching my skin over the thin sari material. In the process I felt Guru-ji’s hand gently brushing my conical peaks. He was almost bending over my breast though was looking intently at my eyes. I was feeling thirsty and my heart was beating even faster now as Guru-ji was checking it. Guru-ji now shifted horizontally the stethoscope knob over my actual breast area and immediately there was a slight shiver in my body out of womanly shyness. He was pressing gently on my pallu and blouse covered left boob and I realized the stetho-knob was inches away from my nipple. I was breathing heavily naturally.
Guru-ji: Anita, your heart is also beating faster than normal. There has to be something.
I tried to look as innocent as possible while replying.
Me: Guru-ji, I do not know why this has happened.
Guru-ji was still holding the stethoscope on my left breast and probably feeling the spongy action of my bra-covered boob. I was feeling extreme tightness within my blouse now with this constant press resulting in heavy breathing. He at last removed the stetho-knob over my breast and was staring openly at my undulating blouse-covered peaks. I adjusted the pallu out of regular reflex though there was nothing to adjust, as Guru-ji did not remove my pallu off my chest area while checking my heart rate.
Guru-ji: Anita, you are not a little girl that you won’t know why your pulse and heart rates are high. You are a matured lady and you must not conceal anything from me.
I was in a dilemma regarding what to say and how to put it. I could not escape Guru-ji’s checkup and had to surrender.
Me: I mean Guru-ji I had a err… a wild dream, probably that effect…
Guru-ji: But you woke up at least an hour ago, but how can the effect be so pronounced now?
I was not able to answer properly. All along I was lying on the table and Guru-ji standing by my side, just beside my breast area.
Guru-ji: Anita, the way your breasts are moving up and down still now, I think it has to be something else.
I blushed to such a direct comment about my intimate body part and I desperately tried to divert him.
Me: No, no Guru-ji, that’s because of your...
I deliberately did not complete the sentence and showed him in sign language with my right hand the way he was pressing the stethoscope on my breast. Guru-ji seemed amused with my sign language. He laughed loudly at my gestures.
Guru-ji: If the touch of an inanimate stetho can race your heartbeat that much, you surely would collapse if you get a male touch?
He continued laughing and I also smiled in return.
Guru-ji: Okay I take your word Anita that you had a hot dream and now me checking you made you feel horny.
I was so relieved hearing this.
Guru-ji: But let me tell you this is not a good sign. The pulse and the heart rate are alarmingly high even if I consider what it should be when you are having sex.
I looked blank at Guru-ji not knowing what was the implication of this.
Guru-ji: Let me just take your body temperature also and complete the vital signs. Put it in your left armpit.
Now this was a tricky situation for me. Usually at home during taking temperatures I used to put the thermometer in my mouth, but here Guru-ji told me to put in my armpit, but I am wearing a sari-blouse now and I have to open at least half blouse hooks to put it properly in my armpit.
Me: Can I put it in my mouth Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: No, no Anita. The thermometer is not clean and neither do I have dettol here. There is a chance of inviting infection.
I realized I had no other option but to put the thermometer in my armpit.
Guru-ji: You just open a couple of buttons of your blouse and…
There was no need to complete his sentence, he also knew that and I readily sat up and taking the veil of my sari pallu, I took my hands over my blouse and started to unhook. Guru-ji was standing beside the exam table only a foot away and he could clearly see all my hand action below my pallu. I opened the top two hooks and took the thermometer from Guru-ji to put it in my armpit.
Guru-ji: Open one more hook Anita, otherwise you cannot slide the thermometer inside properly and if it is not placed properly I will not get the proper reading.
I was a bit shaken to hear such direct comments about opening my blouse hooks from another male apart from my husband. My husband has an obsession of opening my blouse I noticed many times, but I wondered often how could a container attract him more than the content. I could not refuse Guru-ji and placing the thermometer on the table again took my hands below my pallu and as I looked down at my blouse I could clearly see my fair bulging cleavage above my brassiere and the open blouse hooks through my pallu. I looked from the corner of my eye and noticed Guru-ji also gulping my advertisement. I realized if I open the third hook I would surely let my bra visible through my half open blouse, but I had no other option and had to open it.
Guru-ji: That’s better. Now insert the thermometer.
I raised my left arm slightly and slid the thermometer by the side of my half open blouse into my armpit. I tried to adjust the pallu so that I expose my breasts to the minimum to the now glittering eyes of Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Wait for two minutes. I will keep an eye on the watch.
It was so very awkward for me to sit like that in my half-open blouse before a male. Specifically for these sorts of reasons, I always avoided going to a male doctor for a checkup or for OB/GYN purposes. I was not feeling that much of shame in front of Guru-ji though; more so due to the ‘experiences’ in the last 48 hours.
Guru-ji: Time is up. Okay bring it out Anita.
I took out the thermometer and handed it to him and started buttoning my blouse promptly knowing little that I would have to soon open it again!
Guru-ji: The temperature is normal, but in this early morning you have sweated a lot.
Saying that he touched the bulb of the thermometer with his fingers and felt the sweat there. I blushed, but had little to say. To my utter shock I saw Guru-ji took the thermometer tip to his nose and took the smell of my armpit sweat. I had my eyebrows raised at this action fo Guru-ji, but he seemed to have an answer to everything.
Guru-ji: You must be surprised why I am taking the odour, but you know, a foul odour is an indication of improper metabolism. And for successful copulation I need to check that too in a person.
I felt much relieved hearing this. Guru-ji kept aside the BP meter, thermometer etc. and started examining me by the organs now. I was sitting on the exam table as he started further checkup. He first checked my eyes, ears and throat. His warm fingers were giving me a very uncomfortable feel. More so, it was reminding me of Uday’s touches just a few minutes ago on my intimate body parts. Guru-ji’s face was close to my face and at times I could feel his breathing over my face, which was making me almost shiver. He then examined my neck and shoulders removing partially my sari from those areas. It seemed to me that the incomplete job by Uday was as if triggered by Guru-ji. I tried to remain as normal as possible though my heart was already drumming faster.
Guru-ji: Anita, you now lie down. Let me check the abdomen.
I again lied down on the examining table and this time Guru-ji without asking me removed the sari off my stomach area. Out of natural resistance I took my hands to my sari and tried to keep it in place, but Guru-ji’s hands were forceful enough and he simply uncovered my stomach and simultaneously the base of my boobs also got exposed due to this action. The pallu remained aside and I was trying to see what he was about to do between my two blouse-covered peaks. Guru-ji started feeling my abdomen firmly with his fingers and giving pressure with his palm also. My tender skin was felt adequately by his warm hands and I was almost trembling at his touches. Guru-ji palpated my liver, spleen and other internal organs thoroughly. Now suddenly he started fingering my navel, which gave me a very ticklish sensation and I almost giggled and my legs crossed in my lying position.
Guru-ji: Don’t laugh Anita, I am examining and uncross your legs.
Me: I am very sensitive there Guru-ji.
I uncrossed my legs below my sari, but giggled again and constantly shifted my ass while lying, as he continued to finger my navel.
Guru-ji: Okay, okay, done.
I was much relieved, but I already felt my vaginal fluids moistening my panty due to Guru-ji’s examination.
Guru-ji: Anita, now turn over and face the table.
It was so very awkward to turn upside down before a man - this only a woman knows. I turned over to lie on my stomach. Now my sari-covered round fleshy pumpkin ass was in full display before Guru-ji and he could also see my boobs from the sides sandwiched under my body weight. I looked at Guru-ji as he took the stethoscope again and checked the sounds of my back over my blouse cover. He was holding the knob of the stetho in one hand while the other free hand was casually resting on my posterior over my blouse. To tell the truth, I could feel unmistakably that he was actually tracing my brassiere over the top of my blouse. It was so subtle, yet so obvious.
Guru-ji: Anita, take a deep long breath.
I followed his command and took a long breath, but immediately felt his fingers exactly on my bra hook and I could not hold the breadth and I gasped.
Guru-ji: What happened?
Me: Err… nothing Guru-ji. I am trying again.
My heart was beating so hard that he was probably also able to hear it. I tried to recover myself and he also had shifted his fingers from my bra and I took a long breath again.
After the completion of checkup with the stetho, I felt Guru-ji’s hands on my bare back on the area between my blouse and my waist. I did not know what he was checking, but it seemed like as if he was massaging me there. I almost was shaken up when I felt Guru-ji stretched his fingers on my back and even inserted part of his fingers inside my blouse! His touches on my bare skin on my back and inside my blouse were enough to ignite me.
I was now anticipating the same action downwards also and I should feel Guru-ji’s fingers move inside my waistband and how correct I was! Guru-ji rubbed and stretched his hands down my blouse along my midriff to my waist. And not stopping at my sari cover on my waist, Guru-ji inserted his fingers through my sari and petticoat and reached till my panty over my roundish buttocks.
Me: Aeeeiiiiiii….
I uttered a weird sound, which meant nothing but my vulnerable state in the hands of Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Sorry Anita. I should have asked you to open the sari first to do further checking.
He took off his hand off my back and told me to do one of the most bizarre things of my life.
Guru-ji: Anita, take off the sari. Let me get the lubricant, torch, and the spatula for your pelvic exam.
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