It was 6:30pm. Alfreda had already taken bath in the morning, but she wanted to have a shower again. She removed her clothes and went to the bathroom. She had a refreshing shower and dried her body. She stepped out of the bathroom feeling good. She went to the dressing table and looked at the reflection of her naked body in the mirror. She took the hair dryer and dried her wavy black hair. She looked at her breasts and smiled. She was happy they had become bigger after hormone therapy and breastfeeding regularly for one month. She looked at her belly and realised her usually flat belly had popped out a little bit after she had stopped working out in the gym before two months. She looked at her genitals. She liked the clean shaved look without any pubic hair. She switched off the hair dryer and kept it on the table. She turned around and stood with her back towards the mirror. She looked over her left shoulder and saw the reflection of her back. She liked her slim waist and her plump buttocks. She was glad many years of glute workouts had helped her posture and enlarged the size of her buttocks. She put her hands behind and grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks. She spread her butt cheeks apart and ran the fingers of her left hand in the cleft between her buttocks. She liked the smoothness after shaving her pubic hair in the shower. She gently rubbed her puckered little anus with her middle finger and thought about Rahul and Abhishek.
She heard her phone buzz. She quickly went to the bedside table and took her phone. She saw a message from Abhishek that read: Hi, sexy! Meet me tomorrow at 11am. Andrea’s place. Let’s have lunch.
Alfreda was happy Abhishek wanted to meet her. She messaged: Hi Abhi! It’s nice to hear from you. See you tomorrow at 11.
She kept her phone on the table and went to the wardrobe. She took a bra, panties, petticoat, Saree, and a matching blouse. She returned to the dressing table with the clothes and kept the clothes on the chair. She wore the panties and bra first. Then she wore the petticoat and blouse. She draped the Saree, making equal-width pleats, and tucked the top end of the pleats into the string of the petticoat. She put the pallu over her left shoulder, adjusted the length of the pallu, and secured it on the shoulder with a safety pin. She adjusted the pleats and checked her appearance in the mirror. The Georgette, green and blue Bandhani printed Saree blended with her glowing skin tone. The delicate fabric clung gracefully to her curvy figure, complimenting her beauty.
Alfreda moved away from the mirror. She took the sleeping baby from the crib and left the bedroom. She went downstairs and went to the living room. She kept the baby in the crib and sat down on the sofa. She switched on the TV and lowered the volume, hoping the sound wouldn’t wake up baby. She watched a comedy show and relaxed.
Fifteen minutes later, Alfreda saw Keerthi coming towards her and said, “How are you, Keerthi?”
“I’m fine. You look fresh,” Keerthi said, smiling.
“I had a shower. My clothes were sticking with sweat when I returned home,” Alfreda said.
Keerthi sat next to Alfreda, and they watched the comedy show on TV, laughing and chatting about the show and the actors.
After ten minutes, Alfreda’s mobile began to ring. She answered the call, and Rahul said, “Hello, babe!”
“Hello, Rahul,” Alfreda said, hoping he would come home soon.
“I’m coming home early. Tell Keerthi to prepare snacks. We can have drinks and chill out on the terrace.”
“That’s great, Rahul. I was actually hoping you would come home soon,” Alfreda said, excited.
“It’s your lucky day!” Rahul said and laughed.
Alfreda chuckled and said, “See you soon!”
“See you. Bye,” Rahul said and hung up.
Alfreda looked at Keerthi and said, “Rahul is coming home early. He wants to have drinks and chill out on the terrace. He wants you to prepare snacks.”
“That’s good. I’ll start cooking his favourite snacks,” Keerthi said and got up.
“I’ll join you,” Alfreda said, getting up.
The women went to the kitchen and began cooking. Keerthi cooked two items, and Alfreda cooked one item.
Half an hour later, they heard the doorbell ring. Alfreda went to the front door and looked through the peephole. She saw Rahul and opened the door.
“Hello Madam!” Rahul said cheerfully and entered the house.
Alfreda chuckled. She imitated his tone and said, “Hello, sir!”
Rahul smiled and said, “I’ll come to your bedroom in about half an hour.”
“Okay,” Alfreda said and closed the door.
Alfreda went to the kitchen. She told Keerthi that Rahul had come home. Keerthi requested Alfreda to call her later when they were ready to drink, so she can bring the snacks to the terrace.
Alfreda left the kitchen and went to the living room. She looked into the crib and saw baby. Baby was awake and playing. She petted baby and picked him up in her arms. She climbed the stairs carefully and went to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and kept the baby on her lap. She unhooked her blouse, pulled down the flap of her nursing bra, and kept the nipple of her left breast in baby’s mouth. Baby sucked her nipple and drank her milk. She closed her eyes and relaxed, breastfeeding baby.
After a few minutes, Rahul walked into the room with a whisky bottle. Alfreda looked at him and smiled. He had taken bath and changed his clothes. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. He sat next to Alfreda and looked at the baby. “Hello, little baby,” he said, petting his child. The baby looked into his eyes while sucking Alfreda’s nipple.
“Do you like mama’s milk?” he asked the little baby.
Alfreda felt a surge of affection for Rahul. But she wondered why he was treating her as if she is baby’s mother and his wife. Being a transwoman, she knew she can never replace his late wife. She felt sorry for him and hoped he would find a good woman who can be a good wife to him and a mother for his child.
Rahul looked at her. She smiled. He moved closer and pecked a kiss on her lips. Then he asked, “How was your day?”
“Not bad. I met my cousin, Andrea. We had lunch together and went shopping. Keerthi took care of baby while I was gone. I extracted breastmilk into a bottle and kept it in the fridge for baby,” Alfreda said.
“Are you sure Keerthi can take care of baby?” Rahul asked.
Alfreda nodded. “I am sure,” she said.
“I think you should take baby with you. I don’t want baby to think Keerthi is the mom. Keerthi may leave anytime,” Rahul said, concerned for baby.
“I’m also not baby’s mom, Rahul. Baby is too small to take him everywhere. I am meeting Abhishek for lunch tomorrow. It wouldn’t be safe to carry baby around in crowded places,” Alfreda said, hoping Rahul would understand.
“Abhishek? Who is that?” Rahul asked curiously.
Alfreda tried to refresh her memory and said, “I thought I told you about Abhishek. I have been dating him for six months.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” Rahul said, sounding a little disappointed.
“Sorry. I should have told you earlier,” Alfreda said, wondering why he sounded disappointed. She looked at baby and said, “Baby has gone to sleep.” She got up from the bed and went to the crib.
Rahul watched Alfreda’s back as she went to the crib. The green and blue Saree she was wearing was draped perfectly around her curvy body. Her waist length wavy black hair, slender waist, wide hips and plump buttocks made her look like a beautiful, curvy woman. He’d never thought a transwoman could look as beautiful as Alfreda.
Alfreda placed the baby in the crib and tucked him in with a soft bed sheet. She secured the flap of her nursing bra and then began fastening the hooks of her blouse. She sensed movement and saw Rahul next to her from the corner of her eyes. She felt his hand on her buttocks and turned her neck to her left and looked at him. He gently caressed her curvy buttocks through her clothes and said, “I love your ass.”
Alfreda chuckled and turned to face him. She smiled and said, “I am happy you love my bottom.”
Rahul put his arms around her waist and hugged her. Her breasts mashed against his chest, and she looked into his eyes. He moved his head closer and kissed her lips. His tongue parted her lips, slid into her mouth, and moved around her tongue. Her tongue moved slowly around his tongue, letting his eager tongue to explore the inside of her mouth. His hands went down behind her and grabbed her plump buttocks. He lifted her a bit and pulled tighter aganist him. Their tongues danced in her mouth wildly, and she loved the way he passionately French kissed her. Her penis became harder, and she longed to feel his his penis deep inside her.
Slowly, he broke the kiss and said, “Let’s go out.”
“Okay, I’ll ask Keerthi to bring the snacks.”
“Tell her to bring glasses, soda and ice,” Rahul said.
“It’s too much for her to bring. I’ll go down and help her bring somethings,” Alfreda said.
“Okay,” Rahul said and freed her from his arms.
Alfreda turned around and walked out of the room. She went down the stairs and met Keerthi in the living room. She told her Rahul was ready and they should take things he needed to the terrace.
Rahul took the whiskey bottle from the bedside table and went to the large terrace outside the bedroom. He kept the bottle on a table and looked around. Stars lit up the sky and the gentle summer breeze was soothing. The ambience was just right to spend the evening with a beautiful woman. It didn’t bother him that Alfreda was a transwoman. He liked her demeanour, personality and her company.
Alfreda and Keerthi came to the terrace holding two trays of food and beverages. They kept the trays on the table. Then Keerthi told Alfreda and Rahul to call her if they needed anything else and left.
Rahul poured whisky in two glasses and asked Alfreda if she wanted ice, soda or water. She told him she wanted just ice. He added the ice cubes in her glass and gave it to her. Then he took his glass and clinked it with her glass saying, “Cheers!”
“Cheers!” Alfreda said. She had a sip and felt it trickle down her throat with a mildly chilling and burning sensation.
Rahul had a sip of whiskey and smiled at Alfreda.
She smiled and said, “Try the fired chips.”
Rahul took chips from the plate. He tasted it and said, “Hmm…Keerthi doesn’t make it like this. It’s good.”
“I made it,” Alfreda said and smiled.
“It’s very good. Are you a good cook?” Rahul asked.
She shrugged and said, “I don’t know. People say I am a good cook.”
Rahul took a step closer to her and said, “You are good at many things. You are a good cook, you are good at taking care of baby, you are good company, and you are good at satisfying me.”
Alfreda blushed. “Thanks Rahul,” she said. “I am happy you like my company and find me satisfying.”
“I like everything about you,” he said and hesitated before saying. “But I think you should have told me about your boyfriend before we had sex.” Then he asked, “Did you cheat on him by having sex with me?”
“Rahul, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Abhishek. But he is not exactly my boyfriend. We have been dating for six months and he treats me like his girlfriend. He wanted to have an open relationship with me. I agreed to have an open relationship with him. He has sex with whoever he wants, and I have sex with anybody I like to have sex with. Maybe we are just friends with benefits. I didn’t cheat on him,” Alfreda said and smiled hoping he’d understand.
“Interesting. Sounds a bit like the relationship, I had with Sonam,” Rahul said and nodded.
Alfreda remembered Ragini and asked, “Do you know Ragini and I have been having sex?”
“What?” Rahul asked and looked at her with a shocked look on the face.
“The day she interviewed me, she told me having sex with her is the second condition of my employment. We have a boss-employee relationship, but I like her very much.”
Rahul laughed and said, “My sister never fails to surprise me.”
“So, do you understand my open relationship with Abhishek and Ragini?” Alfreda asked.
Rahul had a sip of whiskey. “I understand,” he said and asked, “Are you comfortable in an open relationship?”
Alfreda nodded her head and said, “I am very comfortable. I’ve been in committed relationships with men before. Men become very possessive and suspicious even though I am only a transwoman.”
“What do you like about an open relationship?” Rahul asked.
“I like the freedom, excitement, better trust, less pressure, and less possessiveness,” Alfreda said, wondering if he can understand.