10-02-2019, 06:46 PM
My name is Samir from Mumbai, the story that I am going to share with you is a true story with my wives Pooja and Nurit.
I was 24 when I met my first wife Pooja. Then I had just completed my MBBS degree and I had been to Chennai to do my internship.
Pooja was 26 then and she was doing her MD in neurology. Pooja’s figure measured 36-24-36, she was perfect in every sense. In our introductory class, I just kept staring at Pooja. I loved the way she moved her lips while talking, eating and also the way she swayed her hips. My penis oozed out its precum just by looking at her.
At the end of the day, we were grouped into teams and to my luck, Pooja was my leader. We in our group introduced ourselves after the class and that was my first handshake with her. The very first day, I masturbated for like five times imagining her in my bed.
Next day, we started our clinical duties and I assisted Pooja in treating patients. Every time I was near her, I inhaled her beautiful mesmerizing body aroma. She smelled like lavender. She observed my randy behaviour and scolded me to concentrate on the patients.
In the evening when the duty was over, Pooja called me for a chai break and I readily agreed. She took me in her Honda City to some place in the outskirts where there was only one tea shop. It was five to six kilometers away from the campus.
We got to know each other that day and everything happened so fast that I felt we were meant for each other. It started raining quite heavily and we ran to some hut but we were drenched within seconds.
Pooja shivered in that cold weather so I offered her my jacket and that was when I felt her plumpy arms. It felt like heaven, feeling her soft arms. Her boobs were clearly visible from the sleeveless dress she was wearing.
She was still shivering and she immediately hugged me tightly. That was so unexpected and erotic for me, her boobies crushed against my manly chest and my dick had its strongest girth in that cold weather. I went ahead and kissed her neck softly and tasted the water drops flowing towards her body.
We broke our hug after the rain stopped and we got back in the car and drove back to the campus. After reaching the campus, Pooja and I planned for dinner in the evening. She offered my jacket back but I insisted to keep it with her. She persisted and gave it back to me and asked me to meet her near her hostel by 7 PM sharp. We exchanged our phone numbers. I got back to my hostel, our hostels were in proximity to each other’s.
I was 24 when I met my first wife Pooja. Then I had just completed my MBBS degree and I had been to Chennai to do my internship.
Pooja was 26 then and she was doing her MD in neurology. Pooja’s figure measured 36-24-36, she was perfect in every sense. In our introductory class, I just kept staring at Pooja. I loved the way she moved her lips while talking, eating and also the way she swayed her hips. My penis oozed out its precum just by looking at her.
At the end of the day, we were grouped into teams and to my luck, Pooja was my leader. We in our group introduced ourselves after the class and that was my first handshake with her. The very first day, I masturbated for like five times imagining her in my bed.
Next day, we started our clinical duties and I assisted Pooja in treating patients. Every time I was near her, I inhaled her beautiful mesmerizing body aroma. She smelled like lavender. She observed my randy behaviour and scolded me to concentrate on the patients.
In the evening when the duty was over, Pooja called me for a chai break and I readily agreed. She took me in her Honda City to some place in the outskirts where there was only one tea shop. It was five to six kilometers away from the campus.
We got to know each other that day and everything happened so fast that I felt we were meant for each other. It started raining quite heavily and we ran to some hut but we were drenched within seconds.
Pooja shivered in that cold weather so I offered her my jacket and that was when I felt her plumpy arms. It felt like heaven, feeling her soft arms. Her boobs were clearly visible from the sleeveless dress she was wearing.
She was still shivering and she immediately hugged me tightly. That was so unexpected and erotic for me, her boobies crushed against my manly chest and my dick had its strongest girth in that cold weather. I went ahead and kissed her neck softly and tasted the water drops flowing towards her body.
We broke our hug after the rain stopped and we got back in the car and drove back to the campus. After reaching the campus, Pooja and I planned for dinner in the evening. She offered my jacket back but I insisted to keep it with her. She persisted and gave it back to me and asked me to meet her near her hostel by 7 PM sharp. We exchanged our phone numbers. I got back to my hostel, our hostels were in proximity to each other’s.
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