Chess Game Ch.

01
byurbanslut©

Note: The idea of this story is not originally mine. One of my readers, who wants to be
identified only as "The Knight" sent me this idea, asking me to write it. It seemed interesting,
but I don't know chess too well. So I replied, saying I would write the rest of the story if he
could fill in the chess parts. We worked on it back and forth for a couple of weeks. And now
we finally think it is ready to be shown to the world.

A caveat -- This story has a slow, very slow build-up. If you are expecting sex right away, it
ain't happening. So if you are one of those people who likes a story to get straight to the
banging, leave this and move on to the end of the 2nd part or to the 3rd part.

Chapter 01: The Gambit

The personal impact of a recession can bring out the best or the worst in people. In
my case, it was both. But on balance, whether it good or bad, I still haven't been able
to figure it out. Only time will tell, I guess. But I am getting ahead of myself.

Let me start at the beginning. My name is Prerna and until a few months back, my
husband Dhruv and I were living the vaunted Indian middle class dream. We were
both working in mid-level positions in the same small but influential financial
corporation. In fact we met as colleagues, became friends, then fell in love, and then
got married. We had decided to postpone having children until I got promoted to a
managerial position. So two decent incomes without any children translated into a
pretty comfortable lifestyle. We had both grown up in families with financial
troubles, so when we had a good income, we spared no expense at acquiring any
luxuries. A sea-side 2 bedroom rented apartment in Juhu equipped with every luxury
from a flat screen TV to a washing machine and even a drier. An expensive foreign-
made sedan. Frequent foreign trips in Europe and East Asia. And of course, the
services of a drive, a maid and a cook.

The problem is, we started living more like middle class Americans than middle class
Indians. And by that, I mean, we racked up quite a debt. Our salaries were decent,
but not lavish enough to pay for all these luxuries out of our pocket. So almost
everything had been financed by loans, and most of our incomes went in paying the
monthly installments, credit card bills, and the rent. The thought of saving for a rainy
day did cross our minds occasionally, but Dhruv and I always said that we'd start
saving once we get promoted to senior positions and our salaries grew really big.
After all, the stock markets worldwide were booming, our bonuses every year were
growing, our stock option value was multiplying, and our company was considered
one of the rising stars in the financial sector. So we thought that as long as we were
both young, we should enjoy our lives, and start saving later. The later, as it
happened, was really bad.

In late 2008, the meltdown hit. Almost overnight, our company went belly up. Our
shares in the company were not worth the paper they were printed on. And both
Dhruv and I found ourselves unemployed. Even after that rude shock, we waded in
our delusions for a few months. Surely, we would get a job elsewhere. Of course, we
probably wouldn't have the convenience of working in the same office, having lunch
together, and commuting together. But given that we had worked in such an
awesome firm, we would find jobs soon. We sent our resumes to all the big banks and
financial institutions, and continued charging our expenses to our credit cards.

Three months later, our credit cards were maxed out and neither of us had a job. We
had been called for the occasional interview, but the niche nature of our previous
jobs meant that there were few positions available in the top firms. And neither of us
wanted to "taint" our resumes by working in a second tier firm. So we kept our
fingers crossed and prayed to the lord.

The next month is when we really found our backs to the wall. We had only enough
money left in our joint account to pay two months rent. We could not make any of
our installments, from the car to the flat screen TV to the fancy three door fridge. It
was impossible to pay the massive credit card bills. And of course, we had no money
left to pay the driver, maid or the cook. That is when we were forced to take a realistic
look at our situation. That is when we truly understood the meaning of the proverb
"beggars can't be choosers".

There was however, a small sliver of hope. One of Dhruv's old bosses, who had also
lost his job, had been hired in a mid-level privately-owned bank that had been largely
unaffected by the meltdown. There was a position on his team, and he called up
Dhruv to ask if he was interested. Normally, Dhruv would have laughed at the idea of
working in what we called the "lalaji" firms. The salary was barely half of what he
made at our old firm. And the company was in Powai, so the commute from Juhu
would be horribly long. But like I said, beggars can't be choosers. So Dhruv took the
job.

In one week, we were living "downgraded" lifestyles. With a heavy heart, we returned
the car, the flat screen TV and all the other fancy gadgets that demanded monthly
installments. We told our servants that their services were no longer needed. At this
point, if we had no debt, we could have still lived reasonably well. But the credit card
bills were massive, we had to live well within the lifestyle Dhruv's new salary could
have afforded us. So the unkindest cut of them all - we had to leave our darling
apartment in the posh seaside Juhu building, and rent a one bedroom apartment in
an old building in Kanjurmarg.

Although Dhruv asked his boss to look for a job for me in the company, his boss said
that simply was not possible. My experience was in a different sub-sector and there
was no way I could be hired by them. So I was still unemployed, still sending out
resumes, and waiting for the occasional interview call. But fortunately or
unfortunately, thanks to our new low-brow lifestyle, that did not mean I was sitting
at home with nothing to do. I had been forced into the life I had always dreaded - the
busy housewife. We could just about afford a maid for washing the clothes and the
dishes, but I had to clean the house and cook. Even though it was a small house and
it was just the two of us, a decade-long break from any kind of housework meant that
it all took up most of my day.

Things got worse in other ways too. Experiencing financial troubles for the first time,
we started bickering about every little thing. Fights between us, once a rare twice-a-
year phenomenon, now became an almost daily thing. We fought mainly about how
to spend or not spend the little money we had. But also about other things. Working
in the same company meant that even if we worked long days and nights, we were
close to each other. But now, when Dhruv had to work late hours, and I had to sit at
home waiting for him to return, it started annoying me. Dhruv started getting
annoyed by how "housewifely" I was acting. It was the nadir of our previously rosy
relationship.

That wednesday, it felt even worse. Dhruv and I had a long three-part argument
before he left for work. First, he got upset at me for spending too much money on
food, by buying imported chesses, expensive baked goods, and such. Then I got upset
at him when he told me he would be working the whole weekend. And then we both
got upset, blaming each other for the situation we were in, blaming each other for not
wanting to save any money when times were good. Dhruv stormed off to work
without touching his breakfast, and I sat there, ready to burst into tears.

Once I got over the fight, I realized that it was now almost 10 and the maid had still
not come. She usually came to our house at 8, so she was two hours late. I prayed
that she was not taking the day off. I really was not in the mood to wash clothes and
do the dishes by myself. Another hour passed and still no sign of the maid. That got
me worried. I decided to ask around. From what Ratna told me, she worked in only
one other apartment in our building. Some old man in 43A on the fourth floor. So I
trekked up to the fourth floor to check if Ratna was there.

The door on 43A looked different than all the others in our building. First, it was
spotlessly clean, unlike other old dust-ridden doors in the building, including ours.
Second, instead of a doorbell, it had an ornate brass knocker on it. And third, instead
of the small cheap plastic nameplates on the other doors, this one had a big copper
plate, and etched in it was the name "Lt. Col. H.D. Mehra, Retd."

I grabbed the knocker and hammered it a couple of times, and immediately a

booming voice shouted, "COME IN!!" Surprised, I pushed the door slightly and it
swung back a little. "COME IN I SAY!!" the voice boomed again, and I pushed the
door open and walked in. Inside, I saw two old men sitting in armchairs, facing each
other, looking downwards. As I took a few more steps, I saw that they were staring at
a chess board laid out on the coffee table between them. The men paid no attention
to me as I walked up to them.

"Excuse me, I stay in..." I said, but one of the men, bald with a thick handlebar
moustache and a pipe in his mouth, held up his outstretched palm as if telling me to
stop, so I stopped mid-sentence. He kept his hand up, so I stood there silently,
shifting on my feet for a few seconds, and then finally started looking at the chess
board too. It was clearly an expensive "designer" chess set, not a tawdry plastic one
you see in stores. The board was made of wood, probably mahogany, and had hand
crafted patterns along the edges. The big pieces looked like they were made of ivory.
Next to the board was an ancient-looking chess timer. Under the timer were two
crisp 100 rupee notes. I admired the ornate board and pieces for a few seconds and
then started examining the game itself. The moustache-pipe guy, almost certainly
Col. Mehra, was playing with black, and seemed to have gobbled up most of white
pieces, played by his opponent, also an old man with a heavy white beard and neatly
combed white hair.
"Just one more second." the colonel said, picked up a rook, took it to the last row,
placed it there and hit the clock. He then looked at me and asked, "Yes, young lady,
how may I help you?"

Instead of answering his question, I kept my gaze on the chess board and
instinctively drew my breath inside audibly. The colonel and his friend heard me and
started looking at the board with puzzlement. Meanwhile, my brain registered his
question, and I replied,

"I stay in 32B, and my maid Ratna hasn't come to work yet. I was wondering if she
came to work here today."

"Ratna...Ratna..." the colonel said absent-mindedly examining the board, "Yes, that
stupid cow. Hasn't come yet. Goes AWOL like this regularly."

"Okay. Thank you." I said, turning to leave, but with my gaze still on the board. The
colonel noticed this and said,

"Why did you react like that when I moved the rook?"

I looked at him and then at his opponent who also looked back at me, confused.

"Well?" the colonel asked.

"I don't know if I should say it. You are obviously playing for money and I don't want
to butt in." I answered.

"No, please, go ahead." the colonel said.

"Okay, if you say so." I said and stepped towards the board. I picked up white knight
that was languishing in a corner surrounded by pawns and killed a pawn with it. "You
did not protect against this move. If white plays this, your queen is doomed."

"What?" the colonel said. "No, I can still move her to.....ohhhh....if I do that.... yes, I
see your point."

"Thank you!" the other man said to me with a broad smile, hit the clock and said,
"Your move, sir."

"Lucky break for you, Major!" the colonel said and moved his bishop to threaten the
knight for damage control. But his queen was toast, and the Major gobbled it up
straight away. The loss of the queen also opened up the colonel's king to attack, and
the major did not need me to point that out. From then on, they made their moves
rapidly, and I watched as, within a few minutes, the colonel had no choice but to
knock over his own king in submission.

"I will take that, sir, thank you very much." the major took the money from under the
timer, and then extending a 100 rupee note towards me said, "This is rightfully
yours."
Surprised at this offering, I said, "No, no, it's okay. It was your game."

"Nonsense. you've earned it." the major said and pressed the hundred in my hand. I
looked at the note in my hand, realizing that for the first time in months, I had
actually earned some money.

"So you're good at chess, then? Ever played competitively? Been formally trained?"
the colonel asked, as he started rearranging the pieces for a new game.

"No, not really. I just played it with my father, for fun. Never got any formal
training." I lied. I don't know what made me lie. Maybe false modesty. But in a
previous life, I had played chess competitively. Yes, I started off playing with my
father for fun, when I was in middle school. But then, I got good enough at it for him
to send me to a chess coach. And I was quite good at under-15 and under-17 levels.
After finishing high school, I actually had the option of making a career in chess,
trying for a WM norm. But like I said before, my family was not financially flush, so
instead I took the well-trodden and safe path of academics, degree, and so on. But in
our living room cabinet and on the walls, I still proudly displayed my chess trophies
and a picture of Vishwanathan Anand handing one of them to me.

"Really? The way you spotted that move, you sure you're not some Judith Polgar in
disguise?" the colonel said and let out a booming laughter at his own feeble joke. The
major joined in with his own moderately booming laughter. I smiled.

"No, in fact I haven't played chess in years. In fact gosh, it's been many years since I
even saw a chess board." This was not a lie. After going to college, I lost track of my
chess buddies. In college, none of my friends were really into chess. Occasionally if I
did find someone interested in chess, they were not very good. I would beat them
with ease and then they would stop playing me, saying I was too good. The same
thing happened with Dhruv too. He was moderately good at chess, but no match for
me. In the initial days of our courtship, he would play with me, mainly, I suspected,
to make me happy enough to let him do stuff to me. Once we were committed to each
other, or in other words, slept together, he refused to play chess with me, saying I
was too good at it. It had really been almost 5 years since I even saw a chess board.

"Is that so? Then come on, let's play a game. If you're not busy that is." the colonel
said.

"Well, if Ratna is not coming, I will have to do all the work myself....." I said
tentatively.

"Oh come now!" the colonel said emphatically, taking the pipe out of his mouth and
reaching for his tobacco bag. "Just one game. We play with a 15 minute time limit.
What do you say?"

"Do stay for one game." the major politely added with a smile.

"Oh what the heck. Sure." I said. The major got up and moved to the couch next to
the table. I sat down in the armchair. The colonel finished filling his pipe and then
started winding up the timer. It was one of those old analog timers with the flipping
numbers. It looked older than me, to be honest.
"Your choice, my lady. Blacks or whites?" the colonel asked.

"Whites are fine." I said. Actually, I was always stronger playing blacks. But I didn't
want to show off.

"And dear me! Where are my manners?" he stretched his hand in my direction and
said, "Introductions! I am Colonel Harchand Dayal Mehra, formerly of the Maratha
Light Infantry. This is Major Shakeel Raslan who used to serve under me. Also
retired."

I gave him my hand and he pressed it gently but firmly.

"I am Prerna Soni-Mahajan." I said, and also shook hands with Major Raslan who
got up from the couch to greet me.

"Soni-Mahajan? Hyphenated name! One of those empowered modern women, I see.

Does not give up her maiden name. And teaches army men how to play chess." the
colonel said, stayed silent for a second and then again, that booming laughter. The
major and I joined in. Yes, I was very possessive of my maiden name. Even the
nameplate on our door said 'Dhruv Mahajan, Prerna Soni-Mahajan'.

"So Mrs. Soni-Mahajan...is that what I should call you?" he continued.

"Prerna is fine." I said.

"So Prerna, care to make it interesting?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you just got that hundred from the major. Put that up in the stakes. You win,
you get my hundred. I win, I get yours." he said.

"What do you think, major?" I asked. "It is your money after all."

"Well Prerna, I always find that a game without anything at stake is a boring one." he
smiled and said.

"Okay colonel. You're on." I said and put the hundred next to the timer.

"Your move, then." he said, and I moved my king's pawn two squares ahead.

Over the years, whenever I have played chess with amateurs, I assess their abilities
using what I call the "4-move-checkmate test". The 4 move checkmate is the most
hackneyed tactic that newbies use. They move the king's pawn ahead, then the king's
bishop three squares, then the queen two squares, and then try to checkmate you
with the queen. The more evolved amateurs can neutralize the threat easily. The
experts can actually neutralize the threat by being on the defensive in a tantalizing
way that makes the opponent keep pushing for that win, and then corner their queen.

The colonel started with the 4-move maneuver. Amused at his newbie-ness, I drew
him in, and within minutes had cornered the queen.

"Holy hell!" the colonel exclaimed. "You've got my queen again!"

With a smile, I moved the big ivory queen off the board. And then I mounted my
offensive. Nothing too sophisticated. Just advanced my troops deep into his territory.
The major was chuckling at the worried look on the colonel's face. That got the
colonel even more riled up.

"What's so funny, major??" he said hotly.

"Sir, nothing, sir." the major said and suppressed his chuckle.

He had lost any chance he had just eight moves into the game. But he gamely fought
on, as I took both his bishops, both his knights, and one rook in addition to the
queen. Actually, I could have ended the game long ago. But I was enjoying playing
chess after so many years. And I loved how the pretty ivory chess pieces felt against
my fingers. So I strung him along. Also, I made the moves almost instantly, while he
labored over his. After a while, I had used up barely two minutes of my time and he
had used up 13 minutes of his.

"Prerna." the major said.

"Yes, major?" I asked.

"Just end his misery. This is like torturing ants using a magnifying glass."

I laughed at the analogy but the colonel, clearly not amused, scowled. He glared at
the major for a few seconds and then went back to thinking his next move. After he
moved his rook in a futile attempt to threaten my king, I decided to have mercy, and
went in for the kill. Two more moves, and it was checkmate.

"Nice game, colonel." I said, with a smile.

"One more!" He boomed, chewing on his pipe in annoyance. "One more game.
Double or nothing!"

"Colonel, I really have a lot of work to get to. The clothes and the dishes." I said.

"Oh stop being so damn effete!" he exclaimed.

"I am a woman!" I responded with a chuckle, and the major burst out laughing.

"Oh you know what I mean. Have some balls. No, I mean...." he said, searching for a
gender-neutral metaphor for being brave.

"Alright colonel. One more game. Double or nothing." I said. Actually I had been
hoping for another game. I just didn't want to sound too eager. There were two
reasons I wanted another game, if not many more. One, playing chess was very
relaxing for me, and it was melting away all the worries I had about my comatose
career and the financial troubles with my husband. And secondly, without taking any
significant effort, I had won 200 rupees. Given how cash-strapped we were, that was
a welcome addition. And the colonel was clearly no match for me in terms of chess
abilities. If a fool was so eager to be parted from his money, why shouldn't I be the
one to take advantage?

And we played on. The second game, the colonel decided to try the 4-move-
checkmate again. He seemed convinced that my capturing his queen that early had
been a lucky break. This time, he made sure I could not play the same trick on him.
But I had other tricks up my sleeve. It took three more moves than the last game to
take his queen. This time I played mercilessly fast, and it was checkmate soon. The
beaten colonel refused to stay down. He made a demand for another double or
nothing game. And after losing that, another.

At the end of the fourth game, the colonel sat there looking as surly as a cat forced
into water. I expected him to say "double or nothing" again, but he did not.

"Well, colonel?" I asked. "Should I rearrange the pieces for another game?"

The colonel took a deep puff from his pipe and shook his head. He got up, went to the
mantle, picked up his wallet and took out three 500-rupee notes. He approached me
silently and offered them to me. I took it and got up. The major and I were clearly
amused at the proceedings, but the colonel seemed like a sore loser who was not used
to being beaten. And I suspect my being a woman, that too a much younger woman
than him, hurt his male ego.

"Can I offer you something to drink, Prerna? Tea, coffee, juice.." he said with what
was clearly courtesy shown with a lot of effort.

"Thank you, colonel, but I really must get going." I said, and got up. The major, in
line with the army's chivalrous norms, got up to bid me goodbye. The colonel forced a
smile and shook hands with me as he wished me goodbye.

I almost hopped and skipped my way down the stairs with delight. Four games of
chess had made me feel more alive and pumped than I had felt in ages. I had a broad
smile on my face for a change as I went home. I kept the colonel's 1600 rupees in my
purse, and started thinking about what I should buy with it. I decided to buy
something nice for Dhruv. And also to apologize for how surly I had been all day. But
first I needed to wash clothes.

I was surprised at how much more exhausting hand-washing clothes was than I
remembered it to be. In our Juhu apartment, we had a maid, as well as a washing
machine and a dryer. Which meant all the maid had to was use the washing machine
and the dryer. And here, I was forced to wash the clothes myself, on my haunches in
the bathroom, using the rough soap bar. And then hang them out to dry in our tiny
balcony. By the end of it all, I was so exhausted that I had to take a nap. I plonked
myself on the couch and within minutes, I was asleep.
I woke up to the sound of the door bell's incessant ringing. I looked at the clock and it
said almost 6. I had slept through the whole afternoon! I rushed to the door and
opened it to see an annoyed Dhruv standing there.

"What the fuck, Prerna???" he said testily, "I have been ringing the bell for almost ten
minutes now."

He stormed in past me and threw his bag on the couch.

"You complain that I work late. And when I get home on time, you take so long to
open the door?" he said as he started taking his shoes off.

"I am sorry Dhruv. I guess I dozed off." I said.

Dhruv took his shoes and socks off and pushed them in a corner. He then walked into
the kitchen. I followed him to tell him about how I had won the money playing chess
today.

"Dhruv, listen, today..."

"You haven't cooked anything?" Dhruv said as he surveyed the kitchen counter.

"No, but listen..."

"And these dishes in the sink...they're stinking!" he said.

"Yes, the maid did not come today. But listen..."

"So the maid did not come. So what? It's not like you have anything to do all day.
Why couldn't you do them?" Dhruv said, raising his voice.

Until then, I had been ignoring his comments and his behavior because the chess
warmth was still keeping me happy. But his last comment made me snap.

"Why couldn't I do them? Why couldn't I do them?" I shouted, fighting back tears.
"Fuck you, Dhruv! I am not your kaamwali bai. I am your wife. Why do you have to
be so disrespectful?"

"Oh don't give me that disrespectful crap!" Dhruv yelled and stormed out of the
kitchen. I followed him.

"Why am I supposed to do the grunt work. While you...you act like a spoilt mama's
boy. Flinging your bag on the couch, and your shoes and socks in the corner. Why
don't you put them in their place like an adult?"

"Don't bring my mother into it!" he yelled.

"How the fuck is that bringing your mother into it????" I yelled back.

And that's how it went. We yelled at each other for a while, and then I ran into the
bedroom to cry and slammed the door shut. Dhruv went into the kitchen and started
making instant noodles for himself. For the rest of the night, neither of us said a
word to the other person. We both kept waiting for the other person to apologize, but
the apologies never came. At night, we slept on two edges of our bed, backs turned
towards each other, like we often did these days.

Our cold war continued the next morning. We spoke to each other only when
absolutely needed. Dhruv ate his breakfast buried in the newspaper, and ignored me,
while I watched TV. He left without giving me the usual goodbye kiss, and I didn't
remind him about it.

The one bright spot of the morning was, Ratna had turned up. She apologized for
"going AWOL" as the colonel called it. She gave some wishy washy excuse about her
son being sick, and it was obvious to me that she was lying. But I didn't press her on
it. She was here, doing the dishes from the previous day, and that's all that mattered.

After Ratna left, when I was cleaning the living room, I noticed my chess trophies.
And I was reminded of how much fun I had the previous day playing chess with the
colonel. I wondered if I should go up to his apartment and ask him he wanted to play.
But he had seemed so devastated at losing to me, I decided not to push it. Instead I
started thinking about the money I had won. After Dhruv's behavior, there was no
chance in hell I'd buy a present for him. I was going to stash it away and spend it on
myself. There was this pretty summer dress I had fallen in love with at a designer
boutique in Bandra. It cost 3000 rupees. In my previous life, I would not have
hesitated for a second before buying it. But given our current situation, it was out of
the question. I decided to put the 1600 towards my "dress fund". Once I saved up the
remaining 1400 somehow, I would buy it.

A week passed by, and things between Dhruv and me veered along. We got over that
big fight, but had several small ones occasionally. He started coming home from
work later and later, and I started wondering if he really had that much work, or if he
was just using it as an excuse to stay away from me. Things were especially cold in
the bedroom. It had now been over a month since we had sex. Some times when I
was in the mood, we would be too tired from working late hours. Occasionally when
he did come home early and make the first move, I was tired from all the housework.
The timing was always bad, and we had our longest dry spell ever. Life seemed like a
murky stagnant pond and I was just going bobbing in it like deadwood.

Then one day, a small glimmer of pleasure. I had just finished cleaning the house and
was about to start cooking, when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found the
smiling Major Raslan standing there.

"Hello Prerna. How are you today?" he said pleasantly.

"I am good, Major. How are you? How is the colonel?" I asked.

"The colonel is in the mood for some payback, to be honest. He has been practicing
with me for the last week. And he wants to know if you'd give him a chance to win his
money back. He's sent me to invite you for another double or nothing game of chess."

"Hmmm." I pretended to consider the invitation, but of course, I was ready to jump
at it. Another chance to play some chess? Of course! And a chance to beat the
doddering old colonel and turn the 1600 into 3200? Of course! But I played it cool.
"Let me think about it."

"If you decide to join us, you know where to come." the major said, and started
walking up the stairs.

Call it gamesmanship if you will, but I decided to get the colonel restless by making
him wait. I skimmed through the paper and watched TV until an hour had passed
when I took the money from my purse and finally made my way up the stairs and
knocked on his door.

"COME IN!!" the booming voice said, and I walked in.

The colonel was sitting in his armchair in front of the chessboard. The major was on
the couch.

"Glad you decided to come, Prerna." the colonel said jovially, "I admire your
fortitude. let me warn you though. I am going to win my money back. Do you have it
with you?"

I took the money out of my pocket and showed it to him, with a smile.

"Good. Then, let us begin. But before that, I wonder if you're alright if we extend the
time limit to 30 minutes." he said.

"Sure, no problem, colonel." I said, while thinking to myself, take 300 minutes if you
want, you old fool, I'm still going to wipe the board with you.

And we started. We had a toss this time and the colonel chose whites which suited
me well. I noticed that the colonel had given up on the 4-move-checkmate. Instead,
he started with a more evolved textbook opening - Ruy Lopez. The good old Spanish
torture. It did seem like he had done his homework, and was actually thinking a few
moves ahead this time. He also seemed to know the standard defensive as well as
counter-attacking strategies that black can adopt and thwarted them when I tried.
But ten moves or so later, I still had control over my pawn structure and he still had
not gotten the upper hand that white playing Ruy Lopez would normally aim for. To
his credit though, he was making me think a lot more than the last time. And
although he had still used up way more time than me, I was noticeably slower than
the previous week.
Anyway, I had been setting up for the Schliemann defence. And once I fortified my
positions, I went on attack on the king's side. After that, the colonel was clearly
punching above his weight. He had clearly run out the moves and counter-moves he
had memorized and now was back to playing on instinct. Thinking just one or two
moves ahead. Needless to say, it all ended soon after. I relieved him of his knight,
and then his bishop. And then finishing him off was just a formality which I did not
dwell over. This time, the colonel did not actually wait for a checkmate like amateurs
do, and resigned 3 moves in advance.

"Well played, colonel. I mean it." I said, trying to be charitable, mindful of how surly
he had been after the last time I beat him. But he seemed to be taking it well.

"You're really good, young lady. You should take part in competitions and all. Maybe
get formal coaching." he said. I felt a pang of guilt. He was still taking me at my word.
That I played chess only for fun and had never been formally coached. It was clear
what was happening. I had been hustling this old man. And taking his money from
his well-earned armyman's pension. I should not be this selfish. I decided to come
clean and return his money. I opened my mouth to confess when he said something
so offensive that I changed my mind,

"I mean, you're really good for a woman." he said, barely suppressing a smirk.

"For a woman???" I asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yes, I mean, sure you beat me. But I am an old man. My grey cells are not what they
used to be. But you can't keep beating me. I mean honestly major, do you think a
woman can keep beating me at chess for long?" he looked at the major.

"Sir?" The major looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He clearly did not want
to agree with something that sexist, but he did not want to openly disagree with a
superior officer, albeit retired.

"You heard me, major." the colonel boomed.

"I don't know, Sir. I mean, she is good." he trailed off when the colonel looked at him
sharply.

"Okay, so let's have another double-or-nothing rematch." the colonel said, slamming
his fist on his thigh.

"Right now? Sure!" I couldn't wait to take more money off this misogynist old
bastard.

"Not now." the colonel looked taken aback at my eagerness. "I need to practise some
more. One week from today. And in the morning. I always think better in the
mornings than afternoons. So a rematch at 0800 hours next thursday."
"I can't make it that early. I have to make breakfast for my husband, and wait for
Ratna to finish her work and...." I protested.

"Okay, so what time works for you?" he interrupted me impatiently.

"Maybe 930-10. Whenever Ratna is done, I'll come over." I said.

"Excellent! It is decided then." the colonel took his wallet and took out 1600 rupees
and handed them to me. "This is just for safekeeping Prerna. Don't spend it.
Remember, I am definitely going to win next time. So you'll have to return this
money to me."

"We'll see." I said, trying not to gloat or sound cocky.

Chess Game Ch. 02
byurbanslut©

Chapter 2 - The Middlegame

When I left the colonel's house, I was elated. I now had 3200 rupees. I could finally
buy my beloved summer dress. I decided to go to Bandra right away, in case someone
else bought the dress before me. As I got ready to go to Bandra, I paused awhile.
There was going to be a rematch. And what if I lost? Maybe I should wait till the next
week, I thought. But then horned and tailed little me on my shoulder reminded me
that the boutique might sell the dress. So I could not delay buying it by even a
minute.

Two hours later, I was back home, wearing my new dress and admiring myself in the
mirror. The dress really suited my body well. And I thought it to be poetic justice that
my chess earnings bought me the dress. Here's why. Growing up, I always was a bit
of an ugly duckling. I was always tall for my age, but was very late filling out. My
height also meant that I was very awkward, and everyone teased me about looking
like a boy. To make matters worse, my mother always made me cut my hair short, to
save money on frequent trips to the hair salon. And I got glasses at an early age, and
given how clumsy I was, my parents got me thick plastic rims that I would not
accidentally smash.

By the time I was 15, while other girls in my school started blossoming, filling out,
and getting attention from boys, I was 5 ft 9, with short hair, thick glasses and an
almost flat chest. My nickname was "giraffe", and no boys ever passed me any notes
in class. I found solace in chess. The other girls were better at me in everything else,
but no one could beat me in chess. I started taking chess really seriously, started
practising for hours, and became the proverbial "chess nerd". My nerdiness and
chess love fed into each other spirally. I was picked on by girls and ingored by guys
even more at school. To the extent that I stopped even trying to look good. I was
happy with my loose shirts and loose-fit jeans or salwar kameez.

College is when my metamorphosis started. I had started filling out late and filled out
substantially by the time I was 18. Not many guys in my school realized it, but under
my loose shirts and kameezes, were now hidden 38C knockers. And the rest of my
body had also shaped up pretty well, I thought. Before college started, I finally
pestered my parents into buying me contact lens. I put my foot down and refused to
have my hair cut short. And I saved up my allowance to buy well fitting but cheap
stylish clothes from the street side Linking Road.

And sure enough, in college, I turned many heads. I am not supermodel material by
any stretch of the imagination, but I do look good enough to take a second and even a
third look. My tops and dresses now accentuated my big boobs. The jeans, capris or
dresses I wore fit well enough to highlight what a great ass I had. And my height, far
from acting as an inhibitor, now actually started helping my looks. When the
students council wanted to put on a fashion show to raise funds, they asked me to
take part. I started getting hit on by all sorts of guys. The ugly duckling was no more.
Coincidentally, chess was also no more. So in my head, I always thought of my chess-
phase as my ugly phase, and my post-chess phase as my pretty phase. And now, I
could have it both.

After preening in front of the mirror for a couple of hours, I changed into my usual
jeans and started preparing for dinner. I was on top of the world today. A relatively
hard chess win, followed by buying an expensive dress. What more could a girl want?
Even Dhruv's bickering couldn't bring me down today.

The week rolled by slowly, and things between Dhruv and me actually seemed to be
improving. We didn't fight too much, and he actually started keeping his stuff in the
right place. He still worked late, but was at least not surly when he got home. The
ceasefire might also have had to do with the fact that I was in a much better mood. I
put on the dress everyday for a little while when I was home, and started making
plans for spending the next 3200 rupees. Shoes, I told myself. Definitely shoes.

On Monday, an odd thing happened. I was sitting in the living room reading the
paper when Ratna got done with her work. She walked to the door, put on her
chappals, and then just stood for a while. I noticed her standing there and saw that
she seemed nervous fidgeting with her sari in her fingers and looking down.

"What's the matter, Ratna?" I asked in hindi.

"Memsaab....." she started and trailed off.

"Yes, what is it?" I asked.

"Memsaab...I don't know how to say it...." she seemed uncomfortable.

"What is it? Do you need an advance on your pay or something?" I said, unable to
think of anything else that she might want.

"No..it is just that...colonel saab..."

"Colonel saab?" I asked, puzzled.

"Memsaab, just stay away from him." she said, and started opening the door to leave.

"What!??" I said, surprised. "Wait!" I said and sprinted to the door. "What do you
mean by stay away from him?"

"Memsaab, I think you are very nice. So I am telling you. Don't get involved with
him." she said.... actually the exact words she used were - uske lafde mein mat pado.
Now "lafda" could mean many things. It could mean mess, situation, issue, and very
often, affair. I assumed she was implying I was having an affair with the colonel.

"What? How dare you? I am not having any "lafda" with the colonel. Who told you
that?" I said angrily.

"Memsaab, you misunderstand. I didn't mean it like...." she started apologizing.

"I know what you mean. Okay, I go to his place to play chess some times. But come
on, he is old enough to be my father. What nonsense is all this about a lafda?" I
asked.

"Sorry memsaab, forget I said anything." she said, pulled door and almost ran out.

I was annoyed at Ratna. And I wondered....people in buildings like these have

nothing better to do than spread false rumors and gossip. Maybe someone had seen
me visit the colonel, and decided I was having an affair. And Ratna heard of it. Small
minded people and their small minded mentality, I fumed. The next day when Ratna
came to work, she stayed tactfully silent and I didn't bring up the topic either.

Finally, it was thursday. The day of my big match with the colonel. The day when I
would get another 3200 rupees to splurge. I got up, took a shower and wore my
designer dress. I decided that the chess match was a good occasion to wear the dress
bought from the winnings of a previous match. I wore an apron while cooking
breakfast to make sure nothing splattered on the dress. If Ratna, who was doing the
dishes next to me, noticed my new dress, she did not seem to indicate it. I almost
always wore t-shirts and jeans or sweatpants at home. Wearing such a pretty dress in
the morning at home was rare. I was on cloud nine, wearing my new dress, and
anticipating another big cash win. I was so excited that I didn't realize that my mind
wasn't entirely on cooking.

I laid out the breakfast on the table and called Dhruv to join me. He walked to the
table, and took no note of the new dress at all. He was always bad at these things, and
I knew he would not notice it. He had some printouts in his hand, and a busy look on
his face as he read them. Without saying anything to me, he sat down, cut off a piece
of the omelette and put it on his mouth.

"Thoo!!!" he said as he spat it out. "What the fuck!!!"

"What happened?" I asked, worried.

"There is no salt in this omelette. It is completely tasteless." Dhruv said, in an

annoyed voice. He then picked up the cup of tea, took a sip and made a face. "And
there is no sugar in the tea!"

"Oh shit! I am so sorry, Dhruv. I was distracted." I said, running to the kitchen to get
sugar and salt.

"Distracted? Hahh!" Dhruv said derisively raising his voice. "What the hell do you
have to be distracted by? You sit at home all day doing nothing. And you can't even
do simple things like adding salt and sugar where they belong."

"Shut up Dhruv!" I shot back, struggling to not cry in front of Ratna. "Don't make a
mountain out of a molehill."

"Hmpff..mountains...molehills..." he mumbled as I walked out with the salt and

sugar. "Let it be. I am leaving. I'll get breakfast on the way."

"Come on, Dhruv. I made it for you. Don't walk away from food."
"You're saying you made it for me as if it is some gourmet delicacy. It's fucking
omelette, Prerna. Even kids can get it right, but you can't." he said, putting his shoes
on.

"Fine, you don't want to eat? Don't eat!" I screamed. Ratna, who was standing at the
kitchen door, looked surprised, and rushed back inside the kitchen.

"There comes another tantrum. I can't deal with this stupidity right now." Dhruv
said, picked up his bag and started walking out. I got so peeved at his calling me
stupid, I picked up the plate with his uneaten omelette and threw it at him. But he
had already closed the door behind him and the plate hit the door with a loud clang.

As I saw the mess that I made on the floor, I sat on the chair and started crying, not
caring that Ratna could see it. Ratna gingerly walked out of the kitchen after a while
and went to the door. Although cleaning was not part of her job, she started picking
up the omelette and toast pieces from the floor and put them on the plate. She then
got a rag from the kitchen and wiped the floor. By then I had stopped crying.

"It happens, memsaab. This is what marriage is." she feebly said. I stayed silent.

"My husband also acts like this. And so I have made mistakes." she continued. "But
you are intelligent, educated. You should not make mistakes."

"Mistakes?" I said. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Any mistakes. Just because our husbands act badly at times, we should not do
something wrong." she said.

"Ratna." I said, pressing my forehead. "I am really not in the mood for this mumbo
jumbo. Don't you have clothes to wash?"

"Yes. Okay." she went to the bathroom to wash the clothes.

I was feeling like crap. I thought of telling the colonel to postpone our chess match.
But then decided against it. A game of chess and winning some money is exactly what
I needed to get Dhruv's nonsense out of my head. I needed to unwind and chess
helped me unwind. In fact I needed to unwind before I started getting weepy and
upset again.

So I went to the sink, washed my face and wiped it. I then took off the apron, and
went to the bathroom,

"Ratna, I am going out. When you're done with the clothes, just pull the door shut
when you leave, and the latch will lock." I said, and turned to leave when,

"Wait!" Ratna said. "Where are you going?"

"What? it's none of your business where I am going. Focus on your work, Ratna." I
said, pissed off at her nosiness.

"You are going to his house, aren't you? Don't go, memsaab. Just stay away from
him." Ratna started saying. But I was already walking away. She was still saying
something, but I was out of earshot, walking out of the apartment and closing the
door behind me.

"You're early!" the colonel said with a smile when I walked in through his unlocked
door.

"Yes. Let's get on with it." I said curtly and walked to the chair.

"No hello? No good morning?" the colonel said smirking as he sat down in his chair.

"I am really not in the mood, colonel. Let's just play chess." I shot back.

"Okay. Okay. But first, let me see the money." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"The money. The 3200 rupees. Let's have it on the table." he said.

"I don't have it with me right now." I said.

"Why not? And what do I get if I win, then?" he asked.

"Trust me, you won't win." I said arrogantly.

"Yes, but what if I do?"

"You won't!" I said.

"Yes, but what if I do? Why don't you just go to your house and get it?" he said. I
stayed silent. "What happened?"

"I don't have it. I spent it all. On this dress." I pointed to it. "I bought this dress."

"For 3200 rupees? That's one heck of an expensive dress!" the major who had been
silent until now piped up.

"So what? What is it to you?" I snapped at him.

"Okay, you don't have that money. But you must have some money at home. Get
that." the colonel said.

"I... it won't be much." I said.

"Fine. Whatever it is, we'll play for it. But we're not playing unless you put some
money on the table."

I looked at him angrily for a few seconds and then walked out of the apartment
without a word. I went back to the house, into the bedroom and opened the
cupboard. This is where we kept the money for our daily expenses. I could at least
double that, I thought. I counted it - 2135 rupees. I grabbed the money, and went
back to the colonel's apartment.

"Here." I put the money on the table. "2135 rupees. The money for daily expenses.
Happy?"

"I will be happy only when I beat you, Prerna. But yes, for now, satisfied and ready to
play."

And we started. I won the toss and picked black. The colonel started. He pushed the
king and queen pawns ahead, and then brought his knights out to the middle rows.
King's Indian Attack, I immediately thought. Not a bad choice. I responded with
Caro-Kann's Karpov variation. We got each others pawns and then knights, and then
I thought it would be a good time to bring out my bishops. But a queen push from the
colonel made me change tactics. And I went into a more prolonged mode of defence
than I had originally planned. the colonel had used the week well, I realized. I set up
some traps to encourage him to go on an offence, and render his queen ineffective.
But he stuck to defensive moves and did not take my baits. As the number of moves
entered the 20s, the board had gotten really complex, with both of us focusing on
defence. The major not pulled a chair from the dining table and sat close to us,
watching in rapt attention. Our clocks were almost even.

I finally decided to throw caution to the wind and try a risky tactic. The risk was a lot
if you were playing an accomplished player. Basically, it involved drawing out his
kingside rook and the pawns in front of it by offering my queen as a sacrifice. If he
took the bait, yes, I lost my queen, but it opened up his king to an attack from my
rook and bishop that was almost impossible to stave off. I had tried this tactic in my
competitive days and met with success more often than not. The risk was, I would
have to execute the checkmate soon. If his king did find an escape route, then I was
queenless, in a bad position, and basically screwed. As I thought about all this, the
colonel said,

"This is the longest I have ever seen you think before a move." and he chuckled.

"Yeah well...." I started to say something clever in response but couldn't think of
anything, so turned my attention back to the board.

And I made the play. Moved my rook, bishop and a pawn into position for an attack
and then offered my queen in a vulnerable position. It wasn't a straightforward
sacrifice. He would have to work through a few moves to get my queen. And he'd
have to spot that opportunity. He did. And yes, he bit. In three moves, he took my
queen.

"Wow, Sir, you got her queen!!!" the major said in amazement. But the colonel still
had a serious look on his face. That was the first time I felt the fear of defeat flash
through my mind. He was not elated at taking the queen. So he clearly knew what
was coming next. I had to be swift and ruthless.

I pushed my bishop and rook forward. He brought his second bishop into play. And
that's when I realized...FUCK!!! I had stupidly thought it was a black-square bishop,
when it was clearly white-square. It was a silly mistake, with the potential to be fatal.
It made one of my rook moves impossible. I tried a couple of moves to corner his
king nonetheless, and was shocked when he managed to snag my bishop. I was now
down a queen and a bishop, with no way to threaten his king effectively.

Immediately, the colonel went into exchange mode. And I watched, with a sinking
feeling in my stomach, as the board started getting cleared up. I could feel defeat
gaining on me when he forced me into a rook exchange that I did not want to do. It
now left me only with a solitary rook and a few pawns, while he also had his queen
and bishop. I looked up at his face. It had a broad smile on it. He knew he was going
to win. And how he decided to gloat.

"I told you, major. A woman can not keep beating me. Now I have her figured out,
and she can never....I repeat NEVER beat me." he said.

"I guess you were right, sir." the major said.

I should have kept my mind focused on the game and still tried to play for a mistake
by him. But I let that gloating get to me. I glared at him angrily and said,

"Never? I can NEVER beat you? What nonsense. You got a lucky break this time."

"Your move, young lady." he responded.

"And stop calling me young lady. Who calls anyone that anymore?"

"Your time is running out." he said.

"You know what? Fine. You win this." I said, and flicked over my king with my finger.
"But only because I made the silly mistake of confusing the square of your bishop."

"That helped, sure." the colonel said nonchalantly as he picked up my money from
the table. "But I would have still beaten you."

"No way. Let's have a rematch." I said.

"With what?" he asked.

"With what? Double or nothing." I shot back.

"Young lady....sorry...Prerna... I don't think you realize how double or nothing works.
In this situation, I have won. This was already a double or nothing game. Which
means you owe me back the money you got from me. You are already about a 1000
rupees in the red." the colonel said.

"So? If I win the next one, I get it back." I said.

"Yes, but what do I get if I win the next one?" he asked, with a tone of finality. And he
was right. I had no more money left. Heck, I had given him all the money for the
month's expenses. What would I tell Dhruv?

"I can owe you." I said, almost pleading.

"Sorry, I don't deal in credit while betting." the colonel said.

"Come on, colonel." I said. "You have to give me a chance to win that money back. It
is for day to day expenses like groceries and bills. My husband will kill me if he finds
out I lost it all."

The colonel stared at me for a few seconds. He then picked up his pipe and took a
puff.

"So let me get this straight. You are someone who has only over 2000 rupees for
expenses, and nothing extra to spare. Your family income is that limited. And yet,
when you got 3200 rupees, you spent it all on one dress? Doesn't that strike you as
kind of irresponsible, major?"

"Very irresponsible, sir." the major nodded.

"Clearly that dress means a lot to you. Does it?" the colonel asked.

"Well, I like it." I said, sounding defensive.

The colonel chewed on his pipe and looked at the ceiling for a couple of minutes and
then said,

"Here are your options, Prerna. Option A - you get up, leave, go home empty-handed,
and explain to your husband why you lost all the money. And option B - we play. I bet
your expense money, and just out of the goodness of my heart, another 1000 rupees
from my pocket. And you bet something worth the same amount - your dress." he
said.

"Okay, sure!" I said at once. That sounded like a good deal. I liked the dress, but I
didn't mind risking it to earn back the money.

"Wait, I don't think you understand what I am saying." the colonel said. "If you win, I
hand over the money to you, right away. If I win, you hand over the dress to
me.....right away."

I looked at him, confused. Then I said,

"Yes, if I lose, I will go to my house right away, change into something else and give
you this...." and I stopped when he started shaking his head.

"That is not right away. Right away is, well, right away. You lose, you take off the
dress and hand it over to me." the colonel said. I think I understood what he was
getting at, but I could not believe that's what it was.

"What he means is, you take off the dress in front of us." the major helpfully added. I
stared at both of them for a while.

"You're crazy!" I said. "You expect me to get half naked in front of you? Are you
insane? You're old enough to..."
"I am old enough" the colonel interrupted me. "to know that I will never get to see a
beautiful woman your age in that state of undress ever again. So can you blame me
for at least taking a chance at it?"

I shook my head in disbelief and kept staring at the board.

"You need time to think? I understand. The major and I will go the balcony for five
minutes and come back. After that, let me know what you decide. If you're not here
when we come back, I'll understand." the colonel and the major got up and went to
the balcony. I sat there, wrestling with a major decision.

A part of me wanted to get the hell out of there. Yes, I had lost the money. I could just
admit my mistake to Dhruv and maybe he would understand. On the other hand, he
had been getting pissed at me for reasons as minor as forgetting to put salt in the
omelette. Something this big, he would keep bringing up every time we had a fight to
shut me up. But still, risking what the colonel was asking for? Of course, I was
confident I could beat him. I just needed to play cautiously and avoid making the
kind of silly mistake I had made in the last game. And if I won, I got the money back.
And Dhruv didn't need to know anything. But what if I lost? But I could not lose. Five
minutes ticked by and I was still in the throes of dilemma, when the major and
colonel came back.

"So what is your decision, Prerna?" the colonel asked. I looked at his cocksure face.
And I recalled his arrogant statements. He would be overconfident, and thus easy to
defeat. And if I won, that was it. I take the money and go home. I finally made up my
mind.

"Okay, I'll do it." I said.

"You will do what?"

"What you said."

"Spell out the terms of the bet so we all hear you say it." he insisted.

"If I win, I get back my money, plus an extra 1000 rupees. If you win, I will take off
my dress in front of you and give it to you." I said.

"In front of me and the major. He is an old man too, you know." the colonel said.

"Okay fine." I said.

"Alright then. Let's play." the colonel said and took his positions. "You choose."

I opted for white. This way, I could set the tone and go on the attack straight away.
And I decided on the aggressive Evans gambit to start with. The one made famous by
Kasparov, especially when he beat Anand in 25 moves. Back when I played chess
competitively, my opponents found it difficult to count my Evans gambit. And a few
moves into our game, the colonel was having trouble too. But he was still managing
to hold on. Knowing fully well the humiliation that was at stake if I lost, I played
cautiously. The colonel, probably eager to win, played rapidly and riskily.

A couple of times, his rapid moves almost led him into my traps, but he escaped with
minimal damage, a pawn and a knight. Something is better than nothing I though,
and went into full scale exchange mode. First our queens went, then a knight each,
and then two pawns. The problem was, I did not have a specific endgame in mind
when making the exchanges. I was just focused on leveraging the pawn-and-knight
advantage I had gotten. So once the board cleared up after the exchanges, I had to
formulate my attacks from scratch. And be cautious. So it took up time.

"You know you have only four minutes left, right?" the major asked. And I almost
twisted my neck as jerked it to look at the clock. Was that right? The colonel was
always slower than me, and our games always ended before time ran out, so I never
looked at the clock. But now I saw that I had only four minutes left, and counting
down. While the colonel was sitting pretty on 9 minutes. The last thing I wanted to
do was lose on time. I was about to bring my king's rook into play when at the last
second I realized that there was a threat from a pawn 3 moves down the line. A silly
mistake averted. But I had to play fast.

So I went for a defensive empty move to buy time. The colonel realizing I was buying
time, responded with a rapid empty move of his own. I decided to parallel process.
Think about a foolproof attack strategy as I made rapid safe moves to buy time. But
the colonel matched my rapid moves. As I wracked my brains for a smart attack
strategy, I realized with panic that the clock was now down to under two minutes. I
had to stop looking for a foolproof endgame and go for a high percentage one. So I
pushed two pawns and a rook ahead to corner his king, with the simultaneous threat
of turning the pawn into a queen.

After three of my moves, the colonel paused. And he started thinking. He still had
about seven minutes left, so he could afford the luxury. Almost two minutes ticked by
for him as he thought. And finally he made a move that confused the hell out of me.
He moved the rook behind this king, effectively restricting its movement. I tried to
think about the implications of his move, and the major said,

"Under one minute now." The anticipation in his voice was apparent.

This was it. I had no choice but to go for it. I pushed forth. The colonel responded
with an unrelated move that cleared the way for my pawn to become queen in three
steps. He had decided to let me have the queen, and that puzzled me. As I turned my
pawn into queen and moved my rook into an attacking position, I realized what he
had been going for. He next forced upon me a rook exchange. With time running out,
I took the exchange, hoping to nail him with my queen and the other pawn.
"Twenty seconds, Prerna." the major said.

After this, all you could hear was the thuds of me and the colonel hitting the clock
buttons. I had to move fast enough to nail him. I was now in a position from where
only I could win. If time weren't an issue, he would have resigned long back. I could
see the moves in front of me. But time was the problem. I stopped looking at the
clock and played frantically. He responded fast. I was almost there. Almost there. A
few more moves and he was toast. But then,

"Time's up!" the major said, and then in a very uncharacteristic manner, yelled,
"HURRAHHHH!!"

The colonel sat back with a smug smile on his face. and all I could do was stare at the
clock, which, sure enough, had all zeros on my half. The two old men exchanged high
fives with a youthful exuberance. And I just sat there, dreading the inevitable.

"Could I have my winnings please..." the colonel said, and then as if to emphasize his
dominant position added, "young lady?"

As I look back on that moment, I realize I had options. I could refuse to honor the
bet. I could just walk out of their house. What could they have done? Nothing. But at
that time, my mind treated the next step as inevitable. Which makes me wonder
now....maybe I wanted to do it. Given the long dry spell and constant bickering
between Dhruv and me, maybe I was yearning for some male attention. And the idea
of letting two old men get excited seeing me in a state of undress probably excited
me. Maybe.

Silently, I got up from the chair. Reached behind my back and pulled down the
zipper. Then, very slowly, more out of trepidation than with any intention to
tantalize, I started slipping my dress down. As the dress dropped below my chest, a
stunning realization hit the three of us. Their being stunned, which was obvious from
their wide eyes, was not unexpected. How could they have known? But how could I
not have remembered that the dress had a slim but sturdy padding support at the
bosom that extended to the back. Which meant that you didn't need to wear a bra
with the dress, even if you had breasts as big as mine. If you did decide to wear a bra,
it'd have to be strapless, or the straps were visible in an ungainly manner near the
shoulders. And in the morning, in the hurry to get ready and cook breakfast, I could
not find my strapless bras, and had decided to go bra-less. The padding was good, so
it's not like my nipples would poke through the front or anything. And obviously, I
had not expected to take the dress off in front of two men.

"Oh wow!" the major said, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room since
my breasts came into full view of the two men.

"Well, this is an unexpected surprise." the colonel said. "I thought I'd have to win
another game to see that."
"I...I forgot...I am sorry" I weakly said, holding the dress around my waist. The two
men stared at my boobs with hungry eyes, looking almost ready to leap at them.
Luckily, they did not. They stayed where they were and kept staring. Finally, the
colonel said,

"Well, you still need to give me the dress. So take it all off."

Reluctantly, I pulled the dress all the way down and stepped out of it.

"Aww, for a moment I thought she had no panties on either." the major said. Luckily,
that was not the case. I did have panties on, although given the situation, I wish they
had been more modest. They were black lacy panties that were partially transparent.
Nothing of note was visible, but the meshed appearance did always send Dhruv's
imagination into overdrive and I could see it was having the same effect on the two
old men.

"Give it to me." the colonel held out his hand and I gave him the dress. He took the
dress and walked to his bedroom. I heard the sound of a cupboard being opened, and
then shut, and a jangling of keys indicated it had been locked. The major meanwhile
walked past me and behind me, and I realized he was checking out my butt.

"Ohhhh...I can not tell you how much I appreciate watching you like this, Prerna."
the major said. "I wish I could see your front and back at the same time. I am having
a tough time deciding."

The colonel came back to the living room, and came close to me. He did not touch
me, but looked at me carefully real close. He then gave a nod of approval, and sat
down on his chair.

"So young lady, what now?" he asked.

"What now?" I dumbly echoed.

"If you're planning on going home...well... I say it'd be a bold thing to do, dressed like
that, in the middle of the day." he said.

"What??" I said, and then it hit me. I had been so sure of winning that game and was
so engrossed thinking a few moves ahead on the board, I had completely forgotten to
think a few moves ahead off the board. Once I lost my dress, how would I go back
home? I had not thought about it at all. Walking back in bra and panties would have
been unthinkable enough. To do it wearing just these revealing panties with my tits
hanging out?

"Come on, colonel." I said. "You got the dress. You got to see what you wanted to see,
and even more. Now, just give me my dress back. Please!"

"You are right. I have gotten to see what I wanted to see, and more. But it has
whetted my appetite. Hasn't it whetted your appetite, major?" the colonel said.

"It sure has." the major agreed, now standing behind me and checking out my ass
again. "I'd sure like to get a look at that."

"So what do you say, Prerna? Another game?" the colonel asked.

"Huh?" I asked. Whatever was happening had still not sunk in fully. I could not
believe I was actually standing, almost naked, in front of two men over twice my age.
And I could not bring my brain to register what the colonel's suggestion was. That I
wager the last piece of fabric separating me from complete nudity.

"Okay, the deck is really stacked against you. So let me even it out. If I beat you in 20
moves or less, you get naked. If you manage to survive past 20 moves, I give you back
your dress and the money. And forget the timer. No time limit. Think as long as you
want." he said. "Does that sound like a fair bargain?"

I stared at him dumbly and thought about what he said. It did sound like very fair, in
fact very stacked in my favor. No matter how well he played, I could last more than
20 moves. especially with no time limit. If there was no time limit on the last game, I
would have beaten him. There was no way I could lose. But still, the thought of
putting on the line my nakedness was too much to swallow. As if reading my mind,
the major said,

"Prerna, this is obviously a deal that you will win. You are only hesitating because
you're scared of getting fully naked. But really, how much of a difference is there
between what you are wearing now, and not wearing it? Think rationally? It's not like
you can walk home wearing this"

I was about to say something in response, when there was a knock on the door. I
almost jumped out of my skin with fright as I remembered, the door was unlocked
like it always was. If the colonel yelled "COME IN!", whoever was outside would walk
in and see me, standing there in just my black panties, and my tits swinging free.
Fortunately, the colonel did not do that. He said to me,

"Go to the kitchen so you're out of sight. I'll see who it is."

I sprinted to the kitchen and stood leaning against a wall, my heart pounding as I
wondered how this ordeal would end. I tried to listen to what was being said, but the
voices were too muffled. About a minute passed and I heard footsteps coming in my
direction. I assumed it would be one of the two men, so imagine my shock when in
walked Ratna, holding a broom. I gave a start on seeing her and instinctively folded
my arms to hide my boobs. She looked surprised, but not for long. Just a few
seconds. Then she stared at me, shook her head sadly, and walked into the room.

"I told you. But you wouldn't listen. Now go. They're calling you." she said.
"What?" I dumbly said, my arms still crossed across my chest.

"I told you to keep away when you could. When you were still on control. Now, you
can't do anything." she said as she started sweeping the kitchen.

"It's not how it looks. It's..." I struggled to find words to explain how I had ended up
almost naked in an old man's kitchen.

"With him, it is never how it looks. Anyway, it is too late now. Go and face your fate.
They're calling you." she said, crouching next to me as she swept the floor.

I stepped over her broom and started walking out, when she said,

"And memsaab..."

I stopped and looked back.

"Just remember. I am helpless. Whatever I will do, I rather would not. But now I
have no choice." she said, looking at the floor.

"What do you mean?"

"Just go." she said.

I walked back to the living room, where the two old men were sitting in their
positions.
Chess Game Ch. 03
byurbanslut©

Chapter 3: The Endgame

"So Prerna, what have you decided?" the colonel asked, chewing on his pipe, "If I
can't checkmate you in 20 moves, in a no-time-limit game, you get it all back. If I
can, you lose those cute panties."

I looked at him and then at the major, surprised that neither of them had thought it
fit to explain to me why they had let the maid into the house where she could see me
the way I was. But it was pointless now, since she had seen me anyway. The best
thing to do now was minimize the damage. Win my clothes and money back, and go
home. I knew there was no way he could beat me in 20 moves.

"Okay, you're on." I said, and sat down in my chair.

The colonel had white and I had black. Our first few moves were very rapid. And after
4 moves each, I was confused. The colonel was going for the 4-move-checkmate
again. What the hell? Was this a trap? I knew of no way he could save his queen after
I made those moves. And after that all I had to do was force exchanges and it would
be impossible for him to beat me in 20 moves. Since there was no time limit, I
though long and hard after his queen move, wracking my brain for any scenario I
knew where he could beat me. I kept thinking.

Meanwhile, Ratna came to the living room and started sweeping it. She was not
looking at any one of us, and nonchalantly sweeping. As if the room did not have an
almost naked young woman playing chess with an old man. Her entry into the room
made me think about the confusing things she had said about being helpless and
having no choice. I started thinking more about it when I reminded myself not to get
distracted and to focus on the game.

Finally I decided to make a move for his queen. By the 8th move, it was an almost
exact replica of one of our earlier games when he kept trying that opening. At my
ninth move, I took his queen and triumphantly put it on the side.

"Oh no, I lost my queen." the colonel said in a sad voice.

"Don't tell me you didn't see that coming." I said suspiciously. But the colonel
ignored me and said,

"I am so sad. My queen is dead."

"You look sad, Sir." the major said, in a rehearsed manner.

"Won't someone do something to make me feel happy?" the colonel said, switching to
Hindi.

And I watched, perplexed as Ratna dropped the broom, sighed and walked to the
colonel. I went from being perplexed to shocked as Ratna started taking her sari off,
with all three of us watching her. She put the bunched up sari on the couch next to
the major and then unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her small but perky bra-less
breasts. I watched, my mouth wide open, as she then got on her knees next to the
colonel and started unbuttoning his pants.

The colonel kept staring at the chess board, feigning a sad face, as Ratna opened his
pants, reached into his underwear and took out a semi-erect dick. I looked away, but
even from the corner of my eyes, I could see that it was sizeable even in that semi-
erect stage. What caught my attention was the thick bush of gray pubic hair around
it.

"What the hell, colonel?" I said in an upset voice.

"Oh right, it is my turn to make a move." the colonel said as Ratna took his dick in
her mouth and started sucking it hard, making audible slurping noises. He picked up
a pawn and moved it one square ahead.

"Why is she....why are you....what the..." I tried to string together an outraged

sentence, still averting my eyes from that debauched scene of our maid giving him a
blowjob.

"Your move, Prerna." the colonel replied. "Don't pay any attention to Ratna. She does
this all the time."

"Yes, she does it all the time." the major added, suppressing a giggle.

I considered my options. Whatever was happening in front of me was very wrong.

But I figured he was doing it just to distract me from the game. I had his queen and
could not lose in 20 moves. Maybe all I should do is keep playing, survive the 20
moves, get my dress back, and get the hell out of this bizarre place.

I turned my gaze back to the chess board, and focused on my next move, trying my
best to ignore the slurping and gagging noises that Ratna was making. Both my
knights were in a position from where they could wreak a lot of havoc. I moved one of
them forward, threatening his bishop.

"Tell me when you make the movie. My eyes are closed." the colonel said in a voice
that sounded as normal as if Ratna was doing nothing more than mopping the floor
near him.

I finally turned my eyes towards him. His head was thrown back, his eyes were
closed, and he had a peaceful smile on his face. Then, despite trying not to, I looked
downwards, towards his crotch. Ratna's head was bobbing up and down, as she
gagged and slurped, and between those bobs, I could see the colonel's now fully erect
dick. It was reasonably big, maybe about 7 inches or so. But what caught my
attention was how thick it was. Ratna lips were almost stretched to their maximum,
wrapped around the dick. It was at least twice as thick as my husband's.

"Have you made your move?" the colonel asked as I was staring at his dick.
"Yes. Yes, I have." I said, and looked away. My eyes met the major's. He was looking
at me with a wry smile on his face.

"Ok, hold on Ratna." he said, pushing her head away. He then got up, pushed down
his pants and underwear and stepped out of them. He then unbuttoned his shirt and
took it off. And sitting down naked, reached for another pawn on the chessboard and
moved it ahead, completely ignoring my threat to his bishop. "Your move."

I alternated from looking with amazement at the colonel's naked body and the
chessboard. I was surprised at how fit the colonel was even at this age. Not an ounce
of fat on his torso, although it was covered with thick gray hair. And I was surprised
at his move, because he had now gifted me, not only his queen, but a bishop. How the
hell did he think he would win from here, forget winning in 20 moves? Was there
some trap? Meanwhile, Ratna got back to blowing the colonel, so I turned my focus
to the chess board full time.

"Major, I am so sorry." the colonel said as I kept considering my next move. "Where
are my manners? Please, help yourself."

I was puzzled and looked at the colonel and then to the major.

"Thank you, Sir." the major said, and got up from the couch. I watched in surprise as
he started undressing too. He neatly folded every garment as he removed it and put it
on the couch. As he took off his underwear, out sprang an erect, circumcised dick,
about nine inches long, but not as thick as the colonel's.

I watched, spellbound, as the major then got on his knees behind Ratna, reached
under her waist and untied the petticoat's knot. She kept on sucking the colonel's
dick, and made no move to resist as the major started pulling the petticoat down. She
had no panties under there, and in a few seconds Ratna too, like the other two men,
was completely naked.

With my panties on, a few minutes back, I had been a ridiculously exposed woman in
the company of three fully clothed individuals. Now they were all naked, while I still
retained some shred of dignity. But far from feeling comforted by it, I was feeling
alarmed. And honestly, a little turned on. The long-lasting arguments with Dhruv
meant that I had been starved of sex for a while. And here, in front of me, fully naked
were two men with really good bodies and impressive looking dicks. Yes, old men
more than twice my age and with gray hair all over their bodies. But still, good fit
bodies and impressive dicks.

The major then pulled his knees closer to Ratna's behind, and I wasn't surprised
when he started inserting his long circumcised dick into her. Ratna let out a long
moan as the major's dick slid into her gradually. And I felt a dampness developing
between my legs as the major buried his cock into her completely and then started
fucking her in a slow gentle motion. The major noticed me staring at what he was
doing, smiled and said,

"Isn't it about time you made your move, Prerna?"

The double entendre in his question was so blindingly obvious, the colonel could not
help let out a short chuckle. I shifted y gaze back to the chess board and took the
colonel's bishop.

"Your move, colonel." As I said that, I was surprised at how hoarse and breathless my
own voice sounded. Without realizing it, I had been breathing heavily, and my mouth
felt dry. But if my voice gave something away to the colonel, he did not indicate it.
His eyes were still closed.

"Did she take the bishop, Major?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Move the pawn to a3." he said. The major, without taking a pause from his rhythmic
pounding of Ratna's cunt, reached over and moved the pawn.

Another move which made no sense whatsoever. If there was some crafty elaborate
gambit that he had in mind, I could not see it. From here on, I could beat him within
20 moves. I tried to focus on a way to finish the game off as early as possible, and
leave this bizarre scene. But what was happening near me was very distracting.

The major had now started hammering Ratna's cunt really hard, making her yelp
with every stroke. Of course, her yelps were muffled by the colonel's dick which was
still going in and out of her mouth. The muffled yelps soon turned into muffled
grunts, and added to them was the sound of loud thuds of the major's thighs hitting
Ratna's. As the perverted scene in front of my hit a higher gear, I could feel what was
just a dampness in my pussy, turning rapidly into a wetness. Thankfully, I thought to
myself, my panties were black, so it wasn't obvious. But nevertheless, I pressed my
already closed thighs even tightly against each other. And just to make sure, no one
was looking there, I looked around.

I saw the major's eyes, even as he fucked Ratna hard, were focused on me. But not
down there. I followed his gaze to my breasts, which he was staring at. And I almost
let out a yelp myself, as I realized why he was staring. My nipples were very visibly
and completely erect. My nipples were always sensitive to any sort of sensuous
stimulus, whether by touch, visual or even thought-based. Even if I got a little turned
on, my nipples stood at attention. And now, considering the scene that was unfolding
in front of me, obviously, I was beyond just a little turned on.

I slowly moved my left arm up to cover my nipples, and with my right hand, moved
my other knight forward. I told myself that it was important that I finish this game
fast and get out of this place. Not because I feared that either of the two men would
force themselves on me. If they wanted to do that, they would have done that long
ago. But because with each passing moment, I was losing the self-belief to stop
myself from giving in to the situation.

"Your move, Sir." the major said.

The colonel opened his eyes, and looked into mine with a piercing gaze. A gaze to
piercing that I was unable to look away despite wanting to. he then tapped Ratna on
her shoulder twice. As soon as he did that, the major took his dick out of her cunt and
stood up, his dick erect and tilted slightly upwards, glistening with Ratna's juices.
Ratna took the colonel's dick out of her mouth and got up.

The colonel made a move on the chess board. But I was not looking at the board.
Ratna, moving with an ease that suggested she had been doing this for a long time,
straddled the colonel. She put her knees on the chair on either side of the colonel's
thighs, and lowered herself, taking his obscenely thick dick into her cunt without
needing her hands to guide it in. She then started moving up and down on the
colonel's dick, and he wrapped his hairy arms around her back, hugging her tightly as
they fucked. I wanted to look away. But I could not. I kept staring at them.

The colonel was still staring at me. He then smiled and said,

"Your move, Prerna." and then added, "You might want to just save everyone's time
by toppling your king."

That second sentence made me jerk my neck and shift my gaze to the chess board. He
was saying that he was so close to winning that I should resign? How did that
happen? What magical move did he make? As I looked at the board, I saw that his
move had been very benign. He had moved another pawn forward. There was not
even a remote threat to my king. On the contrary, the pawn move had opened up his
king and I had to just move my queen and checkmate him. There seemed no way he
could avoid checkmate. I made sure there was nothing on the board that I had
missed and looked back at the colonel, confused.

"Don't look so confused." the colonel said. "You know that you should just topple
your king."

"But why.." I started saying when the major's voice said,

"Yes, just topple your king."

I hadn't even realized when the major had moved so close to me. He was now
standing barely half a foot away from me, still naked, and his erect dick a few inches
from my face. As I registered his presence so close to me, I also detected a musky
scent on his dick, of his precum, combined with the bitter smell of Ratna's juices on
it. From so close, it looked even bigger, with the thick veins running along it taught
and visible, and its thick uncircumcised purple head staring at me like a one-eyed
monster. I should have looked away, but I kept staring.

The major, realizing that I had been spellbound by his magnificent cock, took
another step closer until it was barely an inch away from touching my lips. He then
said,

"Topple your king, Prerna. Just give up already."

I looked up from his dick to his face and into his eyes. They had a fiery, almost
animalistic look in them, the raw desire in them almost hitting me like a stream of
bullets. He then put his hand on my bare shoulder, and squeezed it gently, his touch
sending a bolt of electricity up and down my body, and making my legs part
involuntarily.
No matter how much resolve I had been muster up until then, I could sense I was at a
breaking point. I could hear the colonel fucking Ratna hard, and now that her mouth
was unencumbered by the presence of anything, she was grunting loudly and
passionately. The major's touch had made my body respond, and the goose bumps on
it were there for everyone to see. And his big beautiful dick, so close to my face and
shooting its scent up my nose, was adding to the effect.

All I had to do to get my dress and money back and leave this place with my dignity
regained, was move my queen and checkmate the colonel. No other chess player in
the world, even with a gun to their head, would play any other move. And there
wasn't a gun to my head. No, not a gun, but something a lot more.....dangerous.

I looked away from the major and turned back to face the chess board. As I reached
towards the board with my hand, the colonel stopped fucking Ratna and held her in
place, his eyes following my hand. Ratna also turned her head and looked at the
board. I picked up my queen, and as I did so, the major squeezed my shoulder with
his hand. In response to his squeeze, my body shivered visibly, as if it were freezing.
My hand shook just as I was about to place the queen next to his king and checkmate
the colonel. And my hand paused.

I then watched, as if watching some other woman move, as I moved the queen back
to her original place. I put my index finger on top of my king. I looked at the major's
face, then his oozing dick. Then I let out a loud sigh and flicked the king forward.

It almost seemed as the king fell to the board in slow motion. Gradually. With each
passing microsecond, I knew that I had resigned way more than just a chess game.
From here on, nothing in my life would ever be the same again. Nothing.

If the falling of the king seemed to happen in slow motion, what happened after my
king stopped rolling and lay there, resigned and humiliated, seemed to proceed in
fast forward mode. The major pushed my chair behind with a firm shove, and moved
in front, between me and the chess board. He bent down, dug his fingers into my
panties and gave them a downward tug. I didn't even realize how or when I raised my
butt off the chair to allow him to slip the panties down, and didn't even register the
exact moment when I became fully naked. Like I said, it all seemed to be happening
in fast forward.

The major then put both his strong rough hands on my waist and pulled me forward,
so my ass was on the edge of the seat and my head resting against the back. He got
down on his knees in front of me, pulled my thighs apart, and lunged forward, his
long dick entering me in one swift motion. I was surprised that I had become wet
enough for that big dick to enter me so easily. He took it out just as easily and
rammed it in again hard, hitting spots inside me that Dhruv's average but respectable
dick had never been able to.

As he kept fucking me, I heard a loud and high pitched moan which sounded nothing
like Ratna, and it took me a few moments to register that it was coming from my
mouth. The fire in my cunt was being stoked by the second as the major kept
hammering it, and all I could do was look looking at the wild and resolute expression
on his face. And moan. The major looked into my eyes for a few moments, and even
as he kept pounding my cunt, bent down and kissed me. The gentleness of his kiss
was in sharp contrast with the merciless fury with which he was shafting my cunt.

He took one hand off my thigh, and pressed it to the back of my head, making our
kiss even more intimate and passionate. Our tongues played with each other and our
salivas mingled and our lips kept wrestling with each other. The kiss made time slow
down. Or at least it felt that way because the kiss seemed to last forever. My body,
starved of any sexual contact, was enjoying the double pleasure of a passionate kiss
and a primal fuck.

When the major finally broke our kiss and pushed his head back, I saw the colonel
and Ratna standing next to the chair. The colonel had an eager and pleased look on
his face, while Ratna's face was bathed in a mixture of sadness and arousal. She was
clearly conflicted by how she felt about her memsaab getting fucked like this in front
of her. Our eyes met and we stared at each other for several moments.

That intense mutual stare seemed to be saying a lot to each other. I tilted my head
slightly and my lips formed a sad smile, as if to say that she was right, and had done
her best to warn me from ending up where I had ended up - naked on an arm chair,
with my legs pointing upwards, getting fucked hard by an old man I barely knew.
And yet, Ratna seemed to understand that I did not regret it much, at least not at that
moment. Her eyes conveyed a greater regret for my situation than I had been feeling.

Nevertheless, the aroused look on her face as she also smiled, showed that she was
also pleased by this development. And it seemed like she was as aware as me, that the
dick that had been ramming her cunt just minutes ago, was now pounding mine.
That we were no longer in the memsaab-maid relationship, and were somehow
bonded forever by being fucked one after another by this old man whom we were not
married to, and who was about twice our age.

"Don't you have work to finish, Ratna?" the colonel said, interrupting our locked
gazes.

Ratna looked away from me, and at the colonel. She nodded and said,

"Yes, saab."

"Major." the colonel pointed said, and immediately the major stopped fucking me
and stepped away. I lay there, breathless with the shafting I had just gotten, each of
my legs wrapped over the armrests, leaving my wet cunt open for everyone to see. I
stared at the colonel as he took a few steps and was in front of me, and I expected
him to now take the major's place and start fucking me. His thick dick certainly
looked ready to do so.

But instead, the colonel grabbed my legs with both his hands and brought them
down from over the armrest. He then put one arm under my knees, and another
under my back, and picked me up effortlessly. My naked boobs pressed against each
other as my body, bent at the waist, was suspended in the colonel's arms. My cheek
was pressed against the thick gray hair on his chest. And I could feel his dick poking
gently at my ass.
As I described before, I am not fat, but neither am I a petite little waif. My height
combined with my normal non-skinny build means that I weigh enough for most
men to be unable to just pick up easily. When Dhruv had wanted to ceremonially
carry me over the threshold of our apartment after we got married, he had been able
to hold on to me only for a few seconds, and had put me down almost at once.

The colonel however, was carrying me with surprising ease. Holding my naked body
in his arms, he quietly walked into his bedroom, the major following one step behind
as if they were a 2 man marching formation. In the bedroom, he put me down gently
on a big kingsized bed with crisp and neatly tucked in white sheets. I lay there on the
bed, my fingers playing with my hair, staring at the colonel.

He got on the bed on his knees, and then bent down and started roughly massaging
my boobs. He then started biting my boobs all over as I felt his thick rough
moustache rub against my nipples. I put a hand on his bald head and rubbed it
gently. He played with my boobs for a couple of minutes, and then pushed on my
back. As I lay there, he moved on his knees behind me, wordlessly, making it clear
what was expected of me. I got on my hands and knees, my shapely ass pointing at
the colonel.

The colonel's dick was rubbing against my inner thighs as his hands now started
massaging my ass cheeks. He grabbed my ass, pinched it, fondled it for a while and
then spanked both my cheeks hard a couple of times. The loud smacking noise of the
spanks brought a chuckle out of him, as well as the major who was standing next to
the bed in deference. As the colonel kept playing with my ass, I was waiting, on my
hands on knees, desperate for his thick cock to fuck me. The ass foreplay was nice,
but what I needed right now was a good fucking.

But the colonel was taking his time. After spanking my ass a few more times and
admiring the way it jiggled, he put his thumb on my waist just above by ass. He then
moved the thumb down, along my ass crack, parting my cheeks as I felt the flesh of
his thumb and nail move downwards. The thumb paused just as it was at my asshole.
He pressed it gently with the front of his thumb, almost inquiringly, waiting to see
how I reacted. I did not react, just waited on all fours for him to finally get on with
fucking me.

He then slowly inserted the top of his thumb into my anus without too much trouble,
and I drew my breath in sharply. Dhruv liked to occasionally fuck me in the ass, and
although I did not enjoy it too much, I let him. It had taken him a couple of years of
convincing me to let him. Initially it had been painful. But by now, it was mostly
painfree, and still not pleasant. But Dhruv's normal cock was one thing, and the
colonel freakishly thick monster was a different matter altogether. I was about to say
something to stop him when,

"Don't worry. Not going there." he said his first words since the chess game very
calmly, "At least not yet. Just wanted to assess the possibilities."
"Please just...." I said and stopped.

"Just what?" he asked in a naughty tone.

"Please just get on with it." I said impatiently.

"Get on with what?" he asked, being a total brat.

"Just fuck me already, colonel." I said.

"As the lady says." the colonel said and thrust his dick into my cunt hard.

My cunt had considerably more discomfort at the colonel's first entry than the
major's. The major's had been long, and although accommodating that length in
itself was unusual, the colonel's girth was a different ballgame altogether. I let out a
loud screech, as the walls of my cunt, even with the leftover natural lubrication from
the major's fuck, were stretched to their limits. But the colonel paid no attention to
my discomfort and started fucking me, although gently after the first hard thrust.

I let out a few more wails as the battering-ram that was the colonel's dick continued
its assault on my cunt. But in a dozen or two strokes, my cunt walls seemed to have
adapted to the girth, and the pain and discomfort subsides. Sensing that I had now
gotten used to the colonel's dick, from the fact that my wails had turned into moans
of pleasure, the major got on the bed on his knees in front of me.

The long uncircumcised dick that had been fucking me just minutes ago was now
back in front of my face. The major did not need to spell out what he wanted, and I
opened my mouth wide. The major grabbed hold of my hair, and then thrust his dick
into my mouth very hard, much like he had done with my cunt. Almost at once, the
dick hit the back of my throat and I gagged and tried to take it out. But the major,
anticipating the reaction, had gripped my hair tightly and I was unable to move my
head.

Instead of me sucking his dick, his dick started fucking my mouth. After that first
thrust though, the major moved his dick and held my head in a way that did not elicit
that big a gag reaction. The tip would slide down my throat, and it still felt weird but
I got used to it very soon. The major had after all probably been fucking mouths since
before I was born. After all these years, he had clearly perfected the art of mouth
fucking.

As the gag reflexes subsided, or started seeming bearable, my brain now started
registering the assault of the monster dicks on both my ends. A thick fat one
hammering my cunt and a long one screwing my mouth and throat. Even in that
state of unprecedented arousal, I could help but think "Laurel and Hardy". I chuckled
to myself. Or rather, tried to chuckle, but could not, because the major's dick had
invaded and occupied my mouth with the resoluteness of Hitler invading Poland.
I was getting fucked on both ends, or as they say spit-roasted, by two dicks that were
sizeable in different ways. After I got used to the size of both those monster cocks in
the two antipodal holes of my body, and also got used to the odd feeling of their big
balls slapping against my thighs and my chin, the pleasure started seeping through.
My increasing breathlessness was not only because of the workout their assaults were
putting me through, but also because of my body reacting to them. From weeks, even
months of minimal sex to such an arduous ménage a trois was a big leap that my
body and mind both were enthralled by.

For ten minutes or so, as the men kept pounding both my ends, my body was
building itself up into a state of sexual frenzy, until finally my first orgasm of the
day...of the week..of the month..started bearing down on me like a hurricane. Just
the initial rumblings were enough for me to realize it was going to be a massive one. I
shuddered and shook a the approach, and the major, realizing what was coming, let
go of my hair and didn't stop me when I took his dick out of my mouth.

I gasped for fresh air, but only momentarily, because the colonel, also sensing where
I was, doubled the tempo of his fucking, and it pushed me over the edge very fast. I
am always a noisy cummer, but the way I hollered and quaked at the orgasm was so
intense, that Ratna came running into the room in concern. I grabbed on to the
major's erect dick for support, making him yelp in pain for a change, arched my back
and let the torrid orgasm sweep over me like a tsunami. My breasts swung back and
forth like giant pendulums. If the colonel had not been grabbing on to my waist
firmly, I probably would have been knocked off my knees by the sheer gale force of
that orgasm. It hit, peaked, and continued at the peak for what seemed like ages.

Finally, when it started subsiding, I let go of the major's dick, much to his relief, my
elbows gave way and my shoulders slumped to the bed. As my head was resting on
my left cheek, and I realized that I was looking at the major and Ratna through a
blurry vision. No orgasm before this in my life had been intense enough to make me
involuntarily cry. The major and my maid looked at me with mouths open in
amazement as I wiped the tears from my eyes.

And plop, I felt my ass hit the bed sideways. The colonel had taken his dick out from
my cunt and let go of my waist. I lay there in a fetal position, breathing heavily, still
moaning from the after-effects of the orgasm, and wiping my eyes as I tried hard to
stop crying. My mouth was hurting and my cunt was sore. And the tears kept coming.
And the possible reason for the tears made its way into my head belatedly. I realized,
with an unbearably sharp pang of guilt, that I had cheated on my husband, and
cheated quite earth-shattering. By being fucked by two old men.

And the events of the day cascaded through my head. I still could not believe that in
the course of a couple of hours, I had gone from confidently going for a profitable
chess game, to being fucked simultaneously by two men I barely knew. And my
crying got louder.

My two lovers however, were not waiting around for my guilt attack to subside. Nor
were they interested in comforting or consoling me. They watched me curiously for a
while, and then let me lay there, squirming and crying, as they pulled Ratna on to the
bed. After I finally got done crying, and wiped the last of my tears, I got an idea of
how I must have looked minutes ago. Ratna was on all fours just inches away from
me, the colonel fucking her in the cunt, and the major roughly screwing her mouth.

I sat up slowly, and stared at them, trying to decide what to do next. But the major
made the decision for me. As soon as he saw me sit up, he took his dick out of Ratna's
mouth, and crawled towards me. He took me into his arms, and kissed me, once
more very gently and passionately, and the comforting passion of his kiss melted
away any thoughts of guilt that I had. Within seconds, I knew it and he knew it, that I
was ready to continue.

And there I was, laid on my back, perpendicular to Ratna, looking up at her face
which was directly above mine. The major was continuing where he had left off,
fucking me rapidly missionary style. Ratna and I stared into each others eyes, both of
us moving in similar rapid rhythms being fucked by the two old army men. As I
looked up and Ratna's face above me, my mind again made a symbolic note. Until a
few hours back, in a sense, I had been above Ratna, her employer, her memsaab,
several rungs higher in the socio-economic ladder. And here, as these men on the
same bed were shafting both of our sweaty bodies, she was in a way on top of me.

As if to rub in the egalitarian nature of this orgy, quite literally, something else
happened. Ratna's mouth had been wide open as the colonel fucked her. And a
stream of spit came out of her mouth, and dropped down, splashing my nose, cheeks
and some of it entering my mouth. Instead of being revolted, I felt a little turned on. I
rubbed my fingers into her spit and licked them.

The major, who had noticed what had happened and my reaction to it, bent forward
and pushed Ratna's head down towards mine. And the two of us kissed. And kept
kissing. My maid and I were lip locked in a passionate kiss as two men who were not
our husbands kept fucking us at the same time. Could it get any more perverted?

Ratna and I kept kissing on and off for about ten minutes when we both had an
orgasm at about the same time, probably spurred by this taboo tongue tennis. My
orgasm was not as intense as the first one, but was still pretty intense. Ratna's
however, seemed more moderate. After that orgasm subsided, a realization struck
me. These men were still going at it! Neither of them seemed even close to cumming.
I had read that old men take a long time to cum, but this seemed unnatural. Surely,
they had to cum very soon.

But forget cumming soon, the colonel decided it was time for a partner swap. Now he
was fucking me in the missionary position and the major was fucking Ratna doggy
style. That went on for fifteen minutes, and it was back to me and the major, and
Ratna and the colonel, both missionary style. Both Ratna and I were exhausted by
the multiple orgasms that had swept over us and were now just moving along to the
thrusts of the men. Finally, after well over an hour, the colonel made a guttural noise.
He took out his dick from Ratna's cunt and pointed it towards our faces. A thick
stream of what seemed like a liter of cum rained on our faces and our hair.

I was too stunned to react for a few seconds, but Ratna, obviously used to it by now,
first licked and swallowed the cum on her face and then started licking mine. A
minute later, the major also did the same thing. This time, I reciprocated by licking
Ratna's face clean.

I was tired and breathless, but Ratna looked positively beat. After I finished licking
the cum off her face, she just rolled over, put a pillow under her head, and fell asleep
almost instantly. She was probably used to doing it. I decided to get up, get cleaned
and maybe head home, but as I tried to get up, I realized my thighs were hurting too
much. So I lay back on the bed, with my eyes open. The major came over gave me a
short kiss.

"Have some rest." he said, and walked out of the bedroom. The colonel too got up
and left the room. It was amazing how the two old men had barely broken a sweat. I
decided to rest for a while and then leave. But I had no idea when I also, much like
Ratna, fell asleep.

I woke up, roughly an hour later according to the wall clock. And I was awakened by
Ratna's grunts. I did not think anything else could shock me today. But the sight in
front of me did manage to knock my socks off... or would have, had I been wearing
socks. I had seen stuff like this occasionally in porn films. But I never thought people
actually did this in normal life. Not that any of what had happened before was
normal. Still, I was shocked to see Ratna, lying face down on top of the colonel as he
fucked her cunt, and the major on top of her ramming her asshole. Ratna's face wore
a mixture of pain and pleasure that was unmatched by anything I had seen earlier
that day.

I sat up and stared at this unbelievable scene of double penetration in front of me.
Ratna noticed me sit up and flashed me a smile. The two men ignored me for the
moment. I watched them fuck her for a few minutes and then felt an urgent need to
pee. So I walked to the bathroom attached to the bedroom to relieve myself.

When I walked out, the threeway seemed to have ended. Ratna was sitting on her
knees in a corner of the bed. And the two men were sitting on the edge of the bed,
facing the bathroom door. I walked out, thought of something to say, but words
failed me. Wordlessly, the colonel took me by the hand and got me back on the bed.
He lay down on his back and pulled me on top of him. I put my knees on either side
of his hips and took his thick dick inside my cunt.

I knew what was about to happen. As I had watched them fuck Ratna, I had started
off thinking, no way am I going to let them do that to me. But the look on Ratna's
face showed how much she was loving it. That it was a completely different kind of a
high from just plain anal sex, which I always found boring. And within minutes, I had
changed my mind to, well maybe, if they try. As I fucked colonel in the cowgirl
position, I knew that the major would soon make his move. He waited for a few
minutes, let me get into the frenzy of the fuck, and then picked up a tube of lubricant
that was next to the pillow.

He approached me from the back gingerly, expecting some resistance. But was
delighted to find none. He then squirted a generous dollop of the lubricant on my
asshole, smeared it all around, and pushed a finger inside. He seemed pleased to note
that my asshole was not virgin. That I had done it there before.

It still hurt when he started pushing his dick inside slowly. I winced and moaned, but
did not tell him to stop. The major poured some more lubricant around his dick and
pressed forth. After about half his dick was inside my asshole, he decided that was as
far as he would go. He poured some more lubricant and started fucking my ass with
half his dick. As both of my holes down there were getting fucked, I could identify
with the mix of pain and pleasure I had seen on Ratna's face. It did have the pain of
anal sex, but the penetration seemed a lot more pleasurable when combined with
cunt fucking. Ratna got on her knees next to me and started licking my nipples. And
very soon, I was about to orgasm for the umpteenth time that day.

After ten minutes of double penetration, the men decided to have mercy on my
battered body, and withdrew. The colonel thrust his dick inside my mouth, and the
major put his inside Ratna's mouth, as we both sat next to each other on the side of
the bed. We both sucked their dicks expertly, as if in a race to see who wins first, and
Ratna got the major to orgasm a minute before I got the colonel to cum in my mouth.

After both of us swallowed their loads entirely, we all just sat there dumbly for a
couple of minutes, neither of us saying a word. Even if I had wanted to say
something, I would not know what to say.

"I have to go. My kids will be home from school soon." Ratna said and got up.

I got up without saying anything and walked to the bathroom. My thighs were still
hurting, and I limped a little. I could barely recognize the person in the mirror. Hair
disheveled and streaked with cum. Face covered with patches of dried cum and spit.
But it wasn't just the physical appearance that made me unrecognizable. It was what
I had turned into in a matter of hours.

When I washed up and came out of the bathroom, the bedroom was empty. I walked
out to the living room naked, where the two old men, fully dressed, had started a
game of chess. Uncertainly I walked up to them. My panties were lying on the floor. I
picked them up and put them on.

"Another game?" the colonel asked.

"No thank you. I should get going." I said.

"As you wish." the colonel said. I stood there and stared at him pointedly. "What?"
"Can I have my dress back?" I said.

"Well... you know... you toppled your king. So technically, I did beat you in under 20
moves." the colonel said flatly.

I looked at him incredulously, my face going red in anger. I was about to open my
mouth and scream something unintelligible when the colonel said,

"Just kidding, young lady."

I seethed in anger as he walked into the bedroom, unlocked the cupboard, took the
dress out and handed it to me. In the living room, he also handed me the money. And
without any sort of comment or discussion about all the sex we had been having, I
left the apartment and went home.

P.S. End of the regular story. Next part will be backstory and aftermath with
practically no sex.
Chess Game Ch. 04
byurbanslut©

Chapter 4 - Postgame Analysis

Note: There is almost no sex in this part. This is just an epilogue for those who like to know
what happened next. And bit of backstory. If you are interested in just sex, skip this.

The next morning when I opened the door for Ratna, neither of us could look the other in the
eyes. She rushed to the kitchen to do her work and I went back to the bedroom. I closed my
eyes and tried to sleep some more, but I could not. The events of the previous day kept
repeating themselves in my head.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the bedroom door. I opened the door and Ratna
was standing there.

"Where is saab? There are no clothes of his for washing." she asked worriedly.

"He left." I answered.

"Where?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe a friend's place." I said, staring at my feet and fighting back tears.
Realization swept across Ratna's face.

"You told him???" she asked incredulously. I nodded. "Why???"

"I just had to." I said, fighting back tears. But instead of me, Ratna started wailing and crying.
She sank to the floor and kept crying, saying,

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

"No Ratna." I consoled her. "It is not your fault. In fact you tried to warn me."

She cried silently for a couple of minutes. And then,

"It is my fault. It is because of me that all this started." she said. And then I listened with a
combination of rage and amazement as Ratna told me the whole story. The pieces that she
could not provide, fell in place later when I confronted the colonel and he confessed too.

The colonel had, often with the major, slept with at least half the women in the building. It
was not too difficult. Most of those women were in their 40s and 50s, fat and frumpy, in
loveless marriages with husbands who were either too busy or impotent. Showering some
attention, and the occasional gift was usually enough to get them into bed when their
husbands were away at work. Ratna too had been seduced similarly, with a combination of
attention and gifts.

Then I moved into the building. I was not only much younger than any other housewives, but
I was also good looking and educated. When the colonel saw me around the building, he had
his sights set on me. There was also gossip in the building about how Dhruv and I had fights
regularly, and neighbors heard us yelling at each other. So my marriage being in trouble was
common knowledge. But both he and the major knew that the usual tricks would not work
with me. they tried to discuss a few different plans to lure me in, but none of them seemed to
be realistic. So they had decided to not even try, and be satisfied with the frumpy older
women. The one day, after both men had fucked Ratna, they sat down to play a game of
chess which they occasionally did. Apparently both men were really good at it. In fact the
colonel used to run a chess coaching camp in the summers and often participated in contests.
Ratna while leaving, made a comment in passing that she had seen some trophies in my
house with chessboards or chess pieces on them. That intrigued the colonel.

He already knew my maiden name from the name plate. He did a google search and found
my mention in newspapers and websites from the late 90s. But he also saw that for a decade
or so, there was no more mention of me related to chess. Which meant I had probably given
up chess. So he decided to try and use chess to draw me in.

The first day that I went to his place to inquire about Ratna, she had gone AWOL from work
at his behest. And he told her not to tell me either. Ratna found the whole idea far fetched, but
went along with it. Since he was the only other person in the building she worked for, he
knew I would go over to ask them sooner or later. So both the men were waiting for me to
turn up. In fact they had even laid out the game as a bait for me to interfere and suggest a
move to the major.

That day, the colonel played like an amateur on purpose. Partly to lull me into a false sense of
superiority, and partly to gauge my style. Ratna had also mentioned that Dhruv and I argued
about money. So he put up cash as another bait, knowing how much it would mean to me. He
also acted petulant on being beaten by me, to give him an excuse to take a week long break.

In that break, he really did some homework. But homework that was a lot more involved than
I had expected. All chess tournaments keep archives of previous games. For the next week,
both he and the major visited chess clubs and organizations that used to conduct the
tournaments. They got copies of almost all my previous games. And pored over them to
figure out my favorite openings and defenses. And gauged some recurring patterns they could
exploit.

The game in the second week was for "data collection" purposes. The colonel played a few
different moves to gauge how my playing style had changed, and ten years on, if I had kept
up with the game or knew any recent variations. It became clear to them that although I was
still damn good at chess, I had stayed abreast of the recent developments. It was possible to
beat me with enough preparation and by emulating some grandmaster's recent game.
Although I won that day, they got enough pointers about which tactics to employ. And
figured out at least 4 recent games that they could replicate and have a chance to beat me
with.

So the next week, they felt confident enough to gamble more money. It was still possible that
I would win. And the colonel would lose more money. But that was their only shot and they
had to take the chance. And the preparation paid off. He knew my queen sacrifice tactic and
was able to counter it. I did make a mistake about the bishop, but without it, chances are he
would have won. Not only did I lose all the money, but I also made life easy for him by
buying a dress with my previous winnings and then wearing the dress to the game. Initially,
they had thought it would take more games to get me to a place where I would bet my
clothing. But one win did it.

After it, the colonel just had to challenge my feminist pride by acting cocky, and that was
enough to get me to bet the dress. And of course, the accidental oversight of not wearing a
bra made stripping me even easier.

The men were sure that even if I agreed to betting clothes on the game, I would never put sex
on the line. For that I had to be enticed into it. They decided that once I was in at least partial
state of undress, they would have Ratna come in, and have sex with them in front of me. It
was a risky move again. I could have been scandalized enough to just leave. But again, a
gambit they had to play. They had to bet that having sex with her in front of me, combined
with the sight of their big dicks, would turn me on enough to go along. And it is turned out,
every gamble they took paid off. And in bed, I had been more willing and eager than they had
expected.

These revelations pissed me off no end. I fired Ratna, and had a big fight with the colonel. He
and I were on the outs for a while. He tried to apologize, and coax me into spending time
with him but I was too upset.

On the home front, honesty really hadn't turned out to be the best policy. Dhruv, who had
packed up his stuff and left after I confessed everything to him. made up his mind to divorce
me and never came back. His lawyer told me up front that since I had been unfaithful to
Dhruv, I could not ask for alimony. If I did, they would bring up my infidelity in court, bring
the two old men and Ratna as witnesses, and make a public spectacle of the whole thing with
details. I agreed to a period of separation followed by a divorce without any demands.

A month later, I had no job, no savings, no husband, and an apartment whose rent I could not
afford to pay. I could not go back to my parents. And I had no real friends left who could put
me up. All of my friends were also Dhruv's friends who had decided to side with him because
I was the one who had cheated. I was at my wits' end, with no actionable plan for my future
except to move into a working women's hostel, and take up a low paid job as a receptionist or
a secretary. It was in that desolate period of my life that the colonel came to my house again,
saying he could help me, begging me to just listen to him. I let him in, and when I heard what
he had to say, it seemed like a better alternative than anything else I could do.

He and the major had always wanted to start a chess coaching class. He had enough savings
to rent a small room for it. And there was enough demand in Kanjurmarg for chess coaching.
If I joined them, they would share the profits with me. I figured that making a living with
chess, something I loved, was better than answering phones or making tea for someone. So
after a couple of days of thinking, I agreed.

Ten days were spent working together with the colonel and the major on setting up the chess
coaching, renting the space, buying the equipment and designing ways to promote and
advertise our coaching. Both men knew I was still a little upset about their manipulating and
hustling me, so they kept it strictly professional. On the eleventh day, a friday, when we got
done designing pamphlets at 10 in the night, the major finally decided to make a move and
kissed me. I did not resist. The three of us had sex all night. By 6 am, when the two men
finally got tired enough to stop pounding my cunt and ass, I was too exhausted to even walk
back to my apartment. I woke up in the afternoon to find a naked colonel next to me, his thick
dick poking against my ass.

We spent the weekend just fucking, eating and sleeping, Ratna joining us on one of the
mornings. When I finally went back to my apartment after a gap of 3 days, it was for the last
time. I packed up all my clothes, books, and other things including my chess trophies. And I
moved in with the colonel. No point in paying rent for two apartments when most of your
days are spent in one.

It's not like the building wasn't already abuzz with gossip about us. After I vacated my
apartment and moved in with him, the buzz reached new levels. Everyone started calling me
the colonel's "mistress" which I guess I technically was. And I got thrice as many dirty looks
from the building women than I already did. But I am sure at least half of those dirty looks
were from women who were jealous that they could not fuck the colonel any more because of
me.

Life hasn't exactly turned out the way I expected it to. When making plans in college, I had
decided that my 30th birthday would be spent in some exotic foreign vacation spot, toasting
expensive champagne with my beloved qualified and successful husband, maybe with a kid,
in the company of my friends and my parents whom I could all fly over for the celebrations
because I would be working in a great enough job to afford it. My husband would buy me
expensive jewelry as the gift but the real secret gift would be a BMW he bought as a surprise.

Instead, on my 30th birthday, I was woken up, still in Kanjurmarg, by the major and the
colonel both naked except for red ribbons tied in a bow around their dicks. That was their gift
to me. Something I got everyday. Sex with them. Instead of toasting expensive champagne,
we all got drunk on the godawful Indian made rum that they get for free from the army stores.
And my parents, upset over "besmirching the family name by living like a harlot", did not
even call up to wish me.

So no, life has not exactly turned out the way I expected it to. But it's still not bad. I make a
decent living doing what I love, which is much more satisfying that earning a million rupees
doing something you hate. I have two erudite, well-behaved and virile men to have sex with,
without any pretense of love, which is better than being in a painful charade of a marriage
with a husband when the love has long died. And the sex is better than it ever was.

THE END

P.S. A big thank you to "The Knight" without whose chess inputs, this story would be flat. Not
only did he make me work on a story I loved writing, but he has also rekindled my interest in
the lovely game of chess.