chapter 3

Later, that same evening:

After finding his lawnmower much earlier than he expected from the moving truck, Jashin decided to get a headstart on giving the lawn a good trimming while Priya took charge of moving the delicate picture frames and paintings from the moving truck inside the house. Jashin, hard at work making the front lawn of their new home look as well kept as possible, would have a great deal of sweat glistening off his toned, muscular bronze body with the afternoon summer sun beating down on the man as his new neighbor Anhka was watching intently from the shady spot on her front porch with a pair of dark sunglasses and a sunhat, often bitting on the side of her index finger in a very subtle manner everytime he would wipe the sweat from his brow before he soon noticed her.

"Oh, Ms. Anhka, hello, I didn't notice you there."

"That's quite alright, don't mind me, I'm just enjoying the show...~" she would answer back, leaning a bit harder against the porch railing making sure he had a chance to see just enough cleavage to make his hardwork worth it as repayment for the sight of seeing the sweaty Adonis of a man. "You look awfully parched dear, would you like something to drink? I can pour you some lemonade,"

"Some lemonade would be nice, since you are offering,"

In less than a few minutes Anhka would come over with a pair of glasses filled to the brim with ice cold lemonade for the two of them, but not without giving him more of her own show of having her hips give the alluring sway as her dainty feet was practically made for walking on a fashion show catwalk, handing over one to the positively drenched man as promised.

"Ah, many thanks Miss," Jashin would say while graciously accepting the gift of the lemon flavored drink taking a quick sip from the glass.

"Of course, my pleasure. Sooo, how long have you been married, to Priya?"

"Oh, a couple of years now. Five, six years to date I believe."

"That short?"

"Uh...Well, we've practically known each other since middle school back in Canada, and one day we decided to finally tie the knot and make that big step, get a house in the suburbs and start a family."

"Ah yes, of course, of course. Uh, this marriage, is it...an open relationship? By any chance?"

Upon hearing this Jashin would almost immediately spit his drink right back into his cup from the unexpected question from her.

"O-Open? I, I don't think-"

"Kidding hun! I'm kidding, hehe. You two are sooo easy to trick, I just love a good laugh."

"...Ah, ahaha. That's a real good one, Ms. Anhka, Priya didn't tell me you were a joker."

"What can I say? I think I'm quite a, card, and I do enjoy having a, wild, time at parties."

"Oh, are there often parties on this block?"

"A good bit, with everyone being so friendly here there are some impromptu get-togethers here and there..."

She would take a step forward before lightly gesturing for him to lean down a bit so her lips were a mere inch away from his ear.

"Especially, massive orgies~"

Jashin's eyes would grow wide as his jaw practically slammed into the ground after hearing that, only to hear the shorter woman erupt into a giggling fit.

"Ha! Got you twice, got you twice!"

Her laughter proved contagious as Jashin's chest would fill with a warm feeling, find himself laughing along with her from her brand of blue comedy. All the while Priya would watch the two of them from the living room window, her lips curling into a stoic frown seeing them growing quite fond of each other. Shortly that late evening, Priya would confront Jashin about his conversation with that Anhka earlier.

"Priya, honey, sweetie...are you actually, jealous?"

"J-Jealous!? Oh, no, no no no, not in the slightest,"

"Uh-huh,"

"It's true!"

"Honey, I know you like the back of my hand, you totally are."

"You obviously don't know the back of your hand, because I absolutely, positively, am not jealous of Ms. Anhka."

"...Hmph."

&q uot;Hmph, what?"

"...Never said anything about you being jealous of Ms. Anhka, directly, now did I?"

"I-you-don't do that!"

"Don't do what?

"Don't pretend you tricked me into admitting something. You know very well it's implied, common sense."

"Well sure, a husband talking to a female next door neighbor could warrant some jealousy from his loving wife, but you just made it clear that it's not me talking to her that's the problem here. It's, her."

"...You can take that smug tone out of your voice, I do not, appreciate it."

"Noted."

". ..What did she even say to you?"

"Mm...Ms. Anhka is quite, the lively one, especially at parties apparently. Let's just, leave it like that,"

The very next day in the Maheswaran household, the sound of a warm running water could be heard coming from the master bedroom private bathroom as Priya was in the shower covered from head to toe in soap and suds, soon emerging from said shower a few short minutes later to start drying off with a fluffy white towel waiting for her, the pregnant woman couldn't help but look from the corner of her eye at the nearby mirror. Noticing right away some slight markings starting to form along the sides of her big round belly, stretchmarks, dreadful looking ones that could easily be mistaken for grim battle scars. Which would make sense, her pregnancy has been quite an uphill battle with how fast their little one has been growing inside her, something her physicians could only described as a miracle baby, one that can have several random growth spurts in a single month while still being perfectly healthy. Still, as much as the natural beauty of stretchmarks would be considered, Priya's sense of self consciousness was at an all time high simply envisioning her badly stretched and scared skin being compared to the sleek and smooth skin of Anhka-

"Hello there." Her voice would suddenly pierce through the silence as Anhka suddenly appeared leaning against the frame of her open window frightening Priya in the process not expecting anyone was watching her.

"Ah! Ms. Anhka! Please, restrain yourself from scaring me so often! It is a habit I do not enjoy!"

"Aww, it's just us girls here. Besides, I've seen that very look plenty of times before, you don't like your stretchmarks."

"What is there to like about them? They look absolutely horrid."

"...Well, thats a negative way to look at it. If anything, I see them as triumphs, proof of pure fertility~ But I can understand that, a perfectly round and smooth pregnant belly is something purely divine to behold..."

Priya would hold her head low, knowing know that Anhka's serene words ring true, and that she can never fit that description ever again. That's when Anhka placed a hand against the despairing woman's chin to lift up her gaze a little.

"Now, now, no need to be sad. I have something that can help with your problem."

"...Y-You do?"

"Of course, I make pregnancy my business, after all."

Priya would be confused at first wondering what she possibly meant by that. But after being Invited over to Anhka's home for the first time, she soon learns not only is the woman indeed a fan of Egyptian themed artworks, furniture, and fashion, but she also makes and sells her own special homemade skin care cream as a business born right out of her golden pyramid palace of a home as jars upon jars could be found on just about every counter surface in sight like a cosmetic laboratory.

"Here, a free sample, from one neighbor to another." The short woman would say with the most sweetest of smiles, handing Priya a jar that still felt warm to the palm it was freshly made. "The bathroom is right down the hall and to the left,"

"Thank you," Priya would say, carefully taking the jar in hand and making her way to what she believed to be the bathroom, but to her surprise the room she wandered into was...anything but a bathroom.

The room Priya found was like a private study, with the only subject matter was pure sex. Leather whips, ball gags, anal beads, spanking paddles and just about any and every piece of latex clothing imaginable lining the deep red walls greatly contrasting the refined golden walls lining the rest of the house, with many, many more fun looking "toys" laying about just waiting to be used. Priya's gaze, a bizarre and mixed expression of both morally disgust and morbid curiosity.

"Oops, did I say left?" Anhka would call out from the living room area, relaxing like a pharaoh queen on her long velvet lined couch. "I meant right, honest mistake, sweetie."

Unable to bring herself to say a single word on the manner, Priya would calmly take a few steps back into the bathroom and promptly close the door for privacy. There, she would begin unfastening several of her bottom buttons to her blouse revealing her bare pregnant belly stretching the lining of her jean leggings with it's magnificent size to the mirror in order to apply the skin cream against the taut round skin. At first, the smooth cream felt icky and icy cold to her sensitive belly, but soon the sweet cinnamon butter like substance would emit a warm feeling soon washing over her entire body in waves. It was strange, yet oddly relaxing as she absentmindedly continued to rub her own belly, her hand on autopilot as her senses melted into absolute bliss, that's when Priya would let out a breathless gasp seeing her own natural reflection no longer in the mirror...

...but Anhka's.