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[usaiha2]

Men in My Life 




Ch. 02

"Madhuri, Madhuri..."

Just when Hrithik Roshan had his huge tool rubbing against my butt cheeks, I heard my mom shouting out and felt her violently shaking me. 

"Why...wh...at..?!" was all I could manage. It is not very pleasant when you are about to be fucked by the man of your dreams in your dream and have that so violently taken away from you. I went from the anticipation of an orgasm to hearing my mother call out my name. Not pleasant at all, as I mentioned earlier.

"Get up. Get dressed," she said hastily opening my closet. 

"How many times have I told you not to go to sleep in those skimpy outfits?"

Trust my mom to make sure I was modestly dressed in the middle of the night even when our house was under fire. I had seen her shake her head violently (come to think of it, my mom sure does seem to have an affinity for violence, doesn't she?) as she would say to me – how can you go to sleep dressed like that? What if there was a fire and we had to leave the house immediately?

I somehow liked that idea. It would be awesome to be outside in the chill of the night in my 'skimpy' outfit as my mother put it which was nothing more than a very low cut negligee. Yes, I admit it was a little transparent, gave an unobstructed view of my large boobs and fell short on my hips, but hey, in my modest defense I did wear an underwear. 

I chuckled to myself imagining Usman Uncle who lived next door looking at me. I had caught him more than once ogling at my curves. I would not mind giving him a view of what he wanted to view and could not quite view while he tried to get a view viewing from the corner of his eye. I had laughed out loud and my mom had continued with the tirade. That enraged her even more and she had warned me more than once to get some modesty drilled into me. There is no future for girls like you she had warned.

I finally realized that I was not going to get lucky with Mr.Roshan tonight and that I might as well turn my attention towards what my mum was saying.

"What is going on?" I asked her.

"It's Veer," she replied as she continued to prod and poll in my closet.

Oh no! What had happened to him now? Did his plane crash or something? Was my mom looking for modest clothing for me because I was now a widow. All those scenes from all those wretched Bollywood movies flashed in front of my eyes where the young brides are readied for spending the rest of their lives as widows of their recently deceased husbands. Their bangles smashed, their bindis erased, their make-up wiped clean and their clothes replaced by the color white. Some of the unluckier ones even got their heads tonsured. 

"What happened to Veer?" I shouted to my mom. I was definitely not ready for this. 

"He wants to talk to you," she answered.

"He wants to talk to me?"

"Who else would he want to talk to?" she retorted.

"I don't know! Mata hari?"

"Please stop trying to behave like a hip teenager. You are a married woman now and it is high time you bid farewell to your juvenile stunts and that includes your sick sense of humor."

"MOM! Don't tell me you are going to wake me up at God only knows what hour of the night and start lecturing me on being a married woman. I like got married a few hours ago!" 

"It doesn't matter. You got married and that is it. Now you are a married woman and we expect you to behave like one."

"In an instant?"

"Yes!"

"Hoo boy! This is just peachy. I get married and suddenly I am supposed to transform into this aunty who is to dress, talk, walk and sleep modestly."

She glared at me.

"I thought once I got married I could become uninhibited because now I have the legal right to fuck a man."

Oops. That was a wrong move. Well, who cared? I was allowed to be a little crazy and delirious at this time of the night. Not my fault.

She continued glaring at me, with one thing added. Her mouth was wide open. It looked quite funny really. I wanted to take a picture of her and caption it with – Gaping like a fish!

She threw what looked like a sari towards me and said – "Get dressed now. Veer is going to skype you in a few minutes!"

"Are you serious, right now?" I asked. I could not believe the drama that was unfolding in front of my eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? What does Veer mean by calling me at this unearthly hour? You should have told him I was sleeping. Instead you come and interrupt my dream."

"He is in America. It is day time there,"

"I DO NOT CARE MOM! I live in India and it is night time here and I want to sleep." I debated if I should put in the tidbit about Hrithik Roshan but decided that it might not be such a good idea considering my mom was walking around like there were hot coals spread on the floor of my room.

"You should feel so blessed that your husband wants to chat with you the minute he landed in America. Can't you see how much he seems to love you?" Her voice had calmed down. I could even sense a smile on her face. I could not believe this was happening.

"Mom, if he really loved me he would not be calling me at this hour and disturbing everybody else in the bargain."

"GET UP!" she screamed. I knew I had to do just that now. I had managed to get Mom into a state where I needed to do exactly what she wanted me to do. 

"You want me to wear a sari at 2am in the night?" I had finally managed to glance at the clock.

"Yes," she replied, walking out.

Before I could give out a sigh of relief, she was back in what seemed like a microsecond.

"...and dress properly. And by properly I mean, modestly."

"Dress modestly in front of my husband mom? You have forced me to dress modestly in front of the entire world and now you are asking me to dress modestly for the one person who is allowed to see me naked?"

"Ram, Ram! How do you manage to use such bad language so easily?" The violent shaking of the head was back again.

My language, my body, the way I walked, talked, ate, slept – everything was an issue with my parents. The cherry on top was of course the clothes I wore or should I say did not wear since the time I started to develop feminine traits. The blouse was too tight, the breasts were too bare, the sari was tucked too low, the hem was too high etc etc etc. I had become an expert at going around her. I worked on ways where I could dress in such a way that it would be easier to go from demure aunty to a revealing diva in a few minutes. I was a pro at it. 

"I am going to inspect you before you go online with Veer." She warned.

I scowled at her. I had hoped that after my marriage I would finally be treated with some semblance of respect – an adult even. But here I was, getting the same exact treatment I had received since I was 3 years old. At least since the time I had started to remember.

I could hear the skype call coming through as I wrapped my sari around. She came in with the laptop, looked at me and shook her head, not as violently as before which suggested that she approved of my attire about 50%, which was all she could hope. She knew she could curb my spirit but that she could never kill it completely. Before she left however, she wrapped the pallu across my neck. I looked like a stuffed doll in a sari. 

I pressed the green button on the skype call.

"Hello!" I heard Veer's unmistakable hesitant drawl. 

"Well hello there, hubby darling!" I said. My conversation with my mom had somehow removed the edge out of my irritation but I was still not feeling very kindly towards this man who had managed to drag me out of the exact position I had wanted to be in with Hrithik Roshan. By this time he would have been pounding me.

"How are you?" he asked.

How boring.

"I am sleepy." I said.

"Uh-oh! Were you sleeping?"

"Well, yes I was. What do you expect me to do at 2am? If you expected me to be going around making love to other men in the middle of the night, then let me tell you, you will be sorely disappointed."

I just heard silence on the other end. I could imagine him licking his lips again, wondering what he should be responding to my outburst.

"I was trying to though."

"Trying to what?"

"Trying to make love to other men."

"WHAT!" The sharp intake of breath was apparent.

"Yes I was about to be penetrated from behind by Hrithik Roshan while giving a blow job to Shah Rukh Khan, when you decided to crash the party."

I heard the breath easing out.

"Oh! You were dreaming!" he laughed nervously. I think he was trying to determine if he should be relieved that I had been dreaming or have an issue with my dream. This was fun.

"I just wanted to call and let you know that I had reached safely here."

"You could have done that in the morning too you know. Imagine how much of a good mood I would have been in had I gotten what I needed from the 2 superstars!"

"Do you always talk like this?" he questioned.

Ugh! 

"Yeah I do. Do you have an issue with that? I hope not because I am sure you would not want me talking this way to anyone else."

"You don't?"

"Well, only to a select few." I replied. 

"and who might they be?" 

"The men in my life..." I said wistfully.

Silence again.

"You mean there were men in your life before me."

I laughed. 

"What do you think?"

"I don't know..." He trailed away.

I was losing him again and I needed to stop I chided myself.

"Do you want to continue with where we stopped last time?" I asked hoping to guide the conversation towards his comfort zone.

"What do you mean?" 

"Hey Ram! Do I always need to elucidate everything to you? Can't you sometimes try to understand things on your own?"

He was licking his lips again.

I let the pallu fall. He gaped. 

"You like this, don't you?". He swallowed.

"Madhu..."

"Yes?"

"You are so beautiful!" he whispered.

Aha! Track change successful.

"I know." I replied, "You want to see just how beautiful I could be?" I asked.

He nodded.

I unwrapped the sari. I was dressed now in my blouse and petticoat.

"Can you guess the size of my breasts?" I asked.

"Umm..."

"Well, you seem to be starting at them most of the time we are together. I know they are the reason you wanted to get married to me!" I winked.

I held them in my hands and started to massage them. 

"Are you for real?" he asked.

"I am right here in front of you, am I not?"

"Yes!"

"If you guess their size correctly, I will give you a complete view. I know that is what you are calling for!" 

"I...I..." he managed.

I laughed.

"My mom thinks it is out of love that you called me. She doesn't know that this is pure lust. That you can't have enough of me. That you want to make love to me. You want to see me naked and jerk off after that!"

"Madhu! You are too much!" 

"Wonderful! You uttered a complete sentence. That's quite an improvement. Congratulations!" I mocked.

"So?"

"So?"

"What is their size?"

"I have no idea about these things Madhu, I really don't!"

"Now I have to ask you the question. Are you for real?"

He did not answer.

"Assuming that you are, I will let you get a free ride this time. But don't expect me to be so lenient the next time. You need to educate yourself on these things. Don't make me feel like I got married to a dunce!"

"I am not a dunce."

"Well, stop behaving like one then."

"I am sorry."

"So, you want to have a peek?"

"YES" he replied in what seemed like a normal level of voice.

I reached for the buttons and undid them slowly. My breasts spilled out, thankful for the release.

I could see his eyes widening. I grabbed my gits in my hands and started to show them off to him. I jiggled them a little and bent before him to let them hang in front of me. 

"Huge, aren't they?"

"Enormous!" he replied.

"I like showing them off. I relish it when everyone keeps glancing at them. Even women."

"If I am wearing a bra, I could rest my cheek on them."

"They are so smooth!" he said never taking his eyes off them.

"Yes, unfortunately they are. I would prefer it they had bite marks, cuts and bruises on them. I have one from when you mashed them up." I giggled.

"I am sorry!" he mumbled.

"I am not. " I replied.

"I quite enjoy the slight throb that runs through me when I touch them. Reminds me of you."

He smiled. 

"They are a 38DD" I said as I pinched the left nipple and put it into my mouth.

"This is the advantage of having boobies so big. I could nibble on them myself. I will let you in a secret. My nipples are my most sensitive part. If you want to make love to me, you just have to start playing with them. But make sure you fuck me pretty hard after that!"

"That you can be sure of!" he whispered. 

"Did you fuck before?" I asked.

"What?" he asked.

"Surely! You are not a virgin, are you?"

He did not reply. I groaned. 

"Veer, you are joking, aren't you?"

"I wish I was Madhu!"

"I wish you were too! Oh my Good Lord. This is not what I expected from this marriage." I groaned again.

"I though women wanted men who did not sleep around with anyone. I thought you would be thrilled. I thought that was the norm."

"By now Veer, you should have realized that what goes for other women, does not go for me and you know that I am as far away from what is considered normal around these parts."

"Yes."

"The way you said yes makes me think that you are not too thrilled with this development."

"I..I..."

"You wanted a demure virgin bride who would take ages to show you her body? Right?"

"Well..."

"Well! Guess what? You don't get one." I made a face.

"I think we are done here." I said reaching for the sari.

"No! Madhu...please. I am sorry. It's just that..."

"It's just what?"

"I have never met anyone quite like you, so please try to understand that I am having a tough time keeping up with you. But that does not mean that I don't want you."

I smiled.

"So you want me?"

"Yes! That's the only thing I want right now."

"You want this?" I asked as I let the petticoat drop.

"Yes..." he hissed.

"and this?" I asked, as I touched my vagina with my hand and parted the lips.

"Do you see how wet I am..."

"Ah!" he said.

"You want me to orgasm?" I asked.

"Yes..."

"Help me out then." I said.

"How?" he asked.

"Show me your goods."

"Show you what?"

"Your cock. You know, the thing that is I hope is bulging between your legs."

He licked his lips again.

"Come on! You have seen everything that I have to offer. I need to see what I get in return."

"Are you kidding me? I don't think I could do that."

"Why not? You could watch me undress myself and touch myself and you cannot do the same?"

"Madhu...please."

"What's wrong? You not proud of what you got?" I laughed.

"Ok we can't play I-spy if you want me to be it all the time!" I said.

"Please Madhu."

"Please Veer."

He closed his eyes and slowly started to undo the zip of his pant. 

"I feel like Dhritarashtra," I said.

"Who?"

"The eldest Kaurav who was responsible for disrobing Draupadi, his cousin's wife." I replied.

"Wow! You seem to be well versed with mythology..."

"Veer sir, I am well versed with so many things, that you will be blown away." I replied. As you should have understood by now, modesty did not come easy to me.

He was down to his briefs. I could see the bulge inside. My heart was beating. His eyes were still closed. I could see his jaw clench

"Come on! You are doing good. Go ahead," I said, puckering my lips and blowing him a kiss.

He paused for a couple of minutes before taking away the brief, but not before turning away from the screen.

I screamed.

"That's cheating," I said, "Though I have to tell you that you have a cute butt. But if you don't turn around, I am going to have to imagine red welts on those butt cheeks!"

He turned around abruptly, his hands instinctively covering his manhood. 

"We are still playing peek-a-boo?" I asked.

He relaxed his hands. I was finally able to have an unobstructed view his penis. While not blow away impressive, it seemed pretty big.

"How large is it?" I asked.

"What?"

"How large is your little one?" I asked.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Why?"

"I have never measured it."

"How absurd. I thought men obsess about its length."

"Well I guess I am not the norm too." He said defiantly.

"Well, I need to measure it."

"Why?"

"So that I could add on a couple of inches and brag to my girlfriends!" I replied.

He laughed. I loved to watch him laugh. That was the only time he would relax, he would let go of his formality and I could see the glint in his eye – a glint of pure joy.

"Are you done Madhuri?" my mom asked.

"Mom! We are just getting warmed up!" I replied.

By the time I had turned back to the screen, he was fully dressed. 

"What...the...!"

"What?"

"Why did you put on those damn clothes again. It took me an hour to get them off!" I said.

"I was scared your mom was going to come in."

"Oh my God! You are quite something Veer."

"No Madhu, you are the one who is quite something," he said looking at me.

"Mmm...thank you for the compliment. I do like them very much. But I do think I need to put an end to the show. I can see that my mom is getting fidgety and she might start peeking in through the door. "

"Please. No. You are so beautiful. So lovely."

"That I am. So what is about my body that you love the most?"

"Everything Madhu. You are like a goddess. I can't take my eyes off you."

"I can see that." I said, "but it's kind of awkward sitting butt naked in front of a fully clothed man."

"I am your husband!" he said.

"Ah! I am glad you realize that, but I do need to dress," I said and reached for my negligee.

"Is that what you sleep in?" he asked.

"Yes! Do you like it?" I said striking a pose. Putting my hands on my hips, gyrating them around and thrusting my bust out. My nipples were taut, my vagina was soaking wet. 

"I love it!"

"Good! Now you know what I like and can buy a bunch for me to wear when I get there!" I winked.

"Will you wear those when you are with me?" he asked.

"No, idiot. I will wear them and model for the next door neighbor." I replied.

I could see his cheeks turning red.

"I am sorry, that was a stupid question."

"OK Veer. I am getting very sleepy. Let me see if I can salvage some of my dream."

Oops, so much for track change.

"You were really dreaming of it?"

"Now don't tell you haven't even dreamed of fucking Deepika Padukone and Priyanka Chopra together?"

"I haven't." 

"Well at least individually then."

He laughed nervously.

"There! Caught ya!" 

"Good night Madhu!"

"Good day to you, Veer."

"I love you..."

Again. So easy the emotion.

"Thank you!" I replied.

"You need to tell me about the men in your life, tomorrow" he said.

Ah! He came on track again.

"I can't do that." I said.

"Why not?" he persisted.

"Because it will take a lot more than one night to tell you about them..."

I ended the call before he could react.

Second time in a row, I ended the conversation leaving him speechless! 

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[usaiha2]

[usaiha2]

Forbidden Game Of Pleasure


I was driving back from the airport after seeing off my husband, who was off on tour for 10 days. As I drove through very light morning traffic, I was thinking of the unusual happenings of last few days.

I am a housewife, happily (?) married for 20 years and mother of a 18 year old daughter. At 39, I still have a lot of sexual urge, though my husband, who is otherwise loving & caring, is not much bothered about it. We had a very active sex life for first couple of years after marriage. After some slow down in pace during the birth of my daughter, it picked up again. But as he rose up the corporate ladder, he started coming back very late and very exhausted. Sex started becoming less frequent and lost its charm. Now he does have sex with me 3 to 4 times a month. But it's so colourless that my physical desire is hardly met.

I have kept my weight under control (though I am a bit heavy at right places) and my skin has retained the youthful lustre. Even now I do attract admiring (and lustful) looks from men. But never even thought of taking advantage. As a result of my conservative & orthodox upbringing I was totally against enjoying sex outside marriage.

I have a group of close friends, all married, with whom I am in regular touch. One of the common interests all of us share is sex and we share all our secrets. Most of my friends lead sexually starved life. A few of them indulge in lesbian sex between themselves and that keeps them happy. A few have clandestine affairs with younger men. But both options were so long 'no, no' to me. I was reconciled to the idea that I have to take care of my own physical desire on my own. But now I am in a situation, when physical desires got better of my social inhibitions and I am in the process of seducing a 18 year old boy. 

Last week, Raja, son of my husband's friend, came to stay with us for a couple of weeks. Since we have only a girl baby, I am not used to having a young guy around at home. Though the boy is very decent, initially I felt that his presence was disturbing our family privacy. When a grown up man stays with you as guest, he is out most of the day and whenever he is in; he is either in the guestroom or in the living room. We have an attached bath with the guestroom. So, there is no scope for the male guest to come into our private areas. But Raja, being a young boy, was all the time hanging around with my daughter & me.

At home, my daughter normally wears shorts or short skirts with sleeveless T-shirts or such other dresses (I encourage her not to wear bra at home) which expose her body a lot. Though during daytime I wear sari at home, I prefer not to wear bra. I rarely shave my armpit, but often wear sleeveless blouse at home. At times, particularly before bath, I am without blouse & petticoat and wear just the sari on my naked body. In the evening, well before dinner I change into a flimsy nightie, usually short & sleeveless, without anything underneath. Since my hubby is the only man around, we feel no uneasiness. Raja's presence around us made me feel rather shy and embarrassed. My daughter, I felt, was also feeling the same way but we could not talk about it. Neither could we could we change the way we dressed. 

Raja is a very friendly guy and both of us liked him. But after all he is a young boy and obviously he has the natural sexual desires. Within a day or two after he came, I started feeling apprehensive that my daughter may be too much of an attraction for him. I, therefore, wanted to send away my daughter and handle the young boy myself appropriately, without hurting his feelings. Fortunately, her friends from college were going on an excursion and I took this opportunity to send her away for two weeks.

After my daughter was gone Raja is all the time with me and has become more and more close. He is very intelligent and can talk on any subject with older people. As I spent more and more time with him, I became quite fond of him and to my utter dismay I realised that I am feeling greedy about his young body. He is a tall guy, about 6 feet, and though quite lean has broad shoulders and strong limbs. His chest is nicely hairy and that is a big attraction for me. One day, I went to his room early in the morning to pick up something. He was fast asleep had only his shorts on. His strong physique looked very inviting. He had a strong hard on and his shorts looked like a tent. I was sure that the boy was well hung and my attraction for him grew.

As my attraction for him was growing by the day, I also noticed that he often looked at me in a special way. I felt that he was also becoming very fond of me. His decent behaviour and intelligent talks created a great impact on me. I started developing a feeling for him, which was certainly not motherly affection for a young guy. It is the feeling of a woman towards a man, whom she admires. I started touching him to show my affection and he responded rather sharply. One day, I found an excuse to embrace him and kissed him on his forehead. He responded by kissing me back on my cheeks and I felt passion was showing on his lips. 

On quite a few occasions, Raja lied down with me in my bed and was physically too close. His attraction for me became evident as he put his arms around my waist & hips and rested his head on my breasts. It was quite obvious that he & I were attracted to each other, both emotionally and physically. But before I took a plunge I wanted to make sure that this handsome guy really had an attraction towards a woman like me, who could be easily his mother. I had some romantic ideas in my mind and started working on him.

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I am very fond of watching movies. But my hubby has no time to accompany me to movie halls and I usually go with my friends. I thought Raja would be a great company for watching movies and one afternoon he & I went to a movie. Though I drive our car myself for my personal use, Raja offered to drive as he just got his licence. He assured me he can drive well and his parents allow him to drive. I thought it was a good idea to be driven by a man I admire and was happy to sit by his side. As I watched him driving, I was enamoured at his manliness adorned by jeans and open neck red t-shirt. As we got down in front of the movie hall, I held his hand and felt very proud. A few young girls looked at us and I wondered what they thought. I felt thrilled like a young woman going out with her boyfriend for the first time.

We were seated in the last row in the upper floor. The spectators were mostly youngsters and they were in the ground floor, where the tickets are cheaper.The upper floor was almost deserted. It was an English movie with a young heroine, who fell in love with her middle aged professor. When they kissed for the first time, I couldn't help holding Raja's hand. I felt wonderful as he softly pressed my hand and slowly brought it up to his lips. I was totally enchanted as he touched the tips of my fingers with his tongue. A little later, I kissed his hand softly to let him know that I loved what he did. I wasn't sure how much of my emotions could be shown and gradually disengaged my hand. 

As the romantic scenes continued one after the other, I held his arm and placed it around my waist. I felt so very secured at his strong arms. After a while I realised I was completely moist with love, so much so that juices of my love was dripping down my thighs. Then there was this scene in which the girl and the man were swimming naked and both their backs were shown in full nude as they undressed and jumped into water. The scene became very exciting as they were kissing inside water. One could see the hint of the girl's breast, with the man's hand on it. For me, the girl scratching the man's hairy chest was most exciting. At this point of time, Raja's hand firmly gripped my waist and I clutched his thigh with my nails dipping in his skin thorough his jeans. As the scene was over, both of us realised that we were emotionally & physically carried away too much and withdrew our hands. 

As the movie was over, none us left our seats but for completely different reasons. I felt that my petticoat was wet and I was still dripping. I wanted to check if my sari got wet also. Raja was obviously had a big hard on and waited for it to subside. Finally after we came out, we both rushed to toilets. Inside the closed doors, I wiped my thighs and pussy with tissue and was relieved to see that wetness of my sari was not noticeable. As I came out Raja was waiting for me and his hardness had disappeared. I wondered if he jerked off or just had a pee.

As Raja drove the car I asked him how did he like the movie. 

He said with a broad smile, "It is very romantic and touches one's heart. But I liked it more because you were with me. How did you like it?"

This was so much of a candid expression for his amorous feeling for me I was simply overwhelmed. I was in dilemma how I should respond. I was eager to express my tender feeling for him but was restrained, not by my social inhibitions but by the natural feminine shyness. 

My answer guarded my emotional feeling, "The movie is wonderful, but one must have the right company to enjoy it fully."

As it was getting dark Raja asked me, "Would you like to stop for a while at the promenade by the side of the river? I am told it's very nice in the evening."

Though I was delighted at the idea, I played in the defensive and said, "That's a place where a young guy like you should take his girlfriend."

He said, "I don't know about girlfriends. But I am sure I will enjoy if you are with me."

As we parked by the riverside it was quite dark. We walked along the riverside and found an empty bench. As we sat there, Raja was very close to me and our bodies were in touch. He placed his arm around me in such a way that he touched my exposed waist. His hand didn't remain at one place and it moved over my hips and then softly touched the side of my boob.

I realised that Raja, having received some encouragement in the movie hall, is now tending to show his male aggressiveness. I thought I wouldn't resist and watch how far he goes. I was half expecting him to touch me more closely and wondered at what point I should resist. But he didn't go any further. Possibly he was apprehensive of my reaction.

We chatted for a while, but very soon we ran out of topic. Both of us were unable to talk as our minds were in turmoil. I rested my head on his chest and felt heavenly. Raja caressed my cheeks with his fingers and I was completely mesmerised. 

After a while Raja hesitantly asked me if he could lie down with his head on my lap. I silently shifted to one end of the bench and he lied down with his head resting on my thighs. The touch of his thick hair on my thighs created a strange sensation in me. I ran my fingers through his dense hair and enjoyed the feel. I was enjoying every moment and felt as if I was in dreamland. I slowly caressed his face and chest with my fingers. From time to time, I bent down and kissed his cheeks and forehead. After enjoying our closeness for a long time, we headed for the riverside restaurant. 

As we were climbing up the stairs leading to the restaurant, I suddenly noticed that Raja's face had several prominent marks of my lipstick. Though I loved those marks outlining the shape of my lips, I shuddered to think of the embarrassment of people in the restaurant seeing those. I hurriedly took out tissues from my handbag and wiped his face clean. Raja noticed that my lipstick was completely smeared and cleaned my lips with a tissue. His touch on my lips was awfully exciting.

The restaurant had only a few young couples and was, by large empty. We took a table by the window overlooking the river and sat opposite to each other. We ordered apple pie for Raja and ice cream for me. After we were served, I took a spoonful of ice cream and fed him. In turn, he fed me a spoonful of apple pie. By the time we finished, we realised that Raja virtually had the entire ice cream and I had all of the apple pie. While feeding him, I touched his legs with my feet. Raja quickly slipped out his feet from the strapped sandals and played on my feet with his toes. He slowly pushed his feet up my legs under the sari. His toes slowly moved on my legs giving me a tingling sensation. We enormously enjoyed this touching game.

We drove back home in complete silence. I was unable to believe that this romantic evening was a real one and not a dream. Looking back in the past, I felt that I never enjoyed the company of a man so much, not even after marriage nor during college days. While I felt very much emotionally attached to him, the liberated woman in me prompted me to possess this man completely, even if it was for only a few days. Lust started dominating me and I knew that time has now come to end years of starvation and satiate my physical desire. 

I had disturbed sleep through out the night. I was haunted both by suppressed libido and my pent up emotions. As I lied awake beside my snoring husband, I kept on thinking of best ways to physically entice this young stud. I had to make myself so desirable to him that he very intensely wants to make love to me.

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[usaiha2]

Next day at the time of bath, I went into the bathroom deliberately leaving my towel behind. After undressing fully, I called out to him and asked him to give my towel to me. As he knocked at the door, I held my petticoat in front of my naked body just covering from breasts to crotch and opened the door. As he gasped to see my partial nudity, I turned a bit to my side to give him a clear view of my naked butt & thighs from the side. I noticed that his eyes were glued to the exposed part below my waist and a bulge was forming under his shorts. This encouraged me to go a little further. On the pretext of giving him a bucket of washed clothes for putting them into the drier, I turned my back fully towards him to pick up the bucket. Allowing him to see my butt fully naked for a split second, I turned back to find a enormous hard on under his shorts. After I closed the bathroom door, I realised that his huge hard on made me so excited that I was dripping wet.

After this, my attraction for his manhood became irresistible. I was desperate to possess it.

I usually take a nap after lunch and during that time Raja reads books. The day was very hot and sultry. After lunch, I told Raja that I was feeling miserable in the humid heat and was finding it difficult to have clothes on. I asked him wasn't he feeling uncomfortable too. ("Ei pocha gorome amar eto koshto hochchhe, ki bolbo. Jama kapor gaye rakhai mushkil. Tor koshto hochhena?")

As he also felt that heat was unbearable, I told him that he would feel better if he takes off his vest. ("Tui genjita khule phyal, dekhbi onek aram lagbe.")

Saying this, I went to my bedroom along with him. I switched on the air conditioner & the fan, closed all the windows & the door and drew all the curtains. The room became dark, but was still quite warm. Standing close to him, I pulled at his vest and as he raised his hands, I pulled out the vest. I was delighted to see his hairy chest and long & thick armpit hair. His naked torso was so manly that he didn't look a teenager anymore. After making him naked waist upwards, I took off my blouse & bra. I was deliberately careless in holding my sari in place and it slipped. I took my time to put it back and he could see my breast from the side. 

Now I loosened the sari at the waist and untying the petticoat string took it off. Sitting down on the bed, I lowered my sari exposing my belly and the belly button. I felt that exposure was still not enough. So, I untied my sari fully and lowered it further. Now my bum was naked up to the top of the crack and my lower belly was completely exposed, with the top fringe of my pubic hair being visible. Being satisfied that my body was adequately displayed to generate enough heat in this young stud, I looked up at him. Wow, his erection was so huge that the fly of his shorts was almost bursting in its seams and he looked hopelessly embarrassed.

As I raised my hands to tie my hair in a bun, I noticed that he was casting a greedy look at my hairy armpit. I acted a bit coy and told him that my sari is in such a loose condition that if I now stand up it will drop off to make me naked. So, I asked him to take out a tray of ice cubes from the fridge and bring them over in a bowl. 

("Amar sari ekhon eto dhile obosthay achhe je danriye uthte parbona. Tahole sari khule pore giye ami nangto hoye jabo. Tui ekta kaj korte parbi? Fridge khule ekta ice cube er tray bar kor ar cube guloke ekta bati te kore niye ay.") 

Saying this, I made a fake attempt to put my sari in order. As his erection was extremely strong, he apparently was resigned to the idea that he couldn't hide it any more. He obligingly followed my instructions and within a few minutes he was there with a bowl full of ice cubes. I asked him to come close and made him kneel down in front of me. 

Now that his hairy chest was only a few inches away from me, I started rubbing an ice cube over his chest. While he was delighted at this idea of clubbing the heat, I enjoyed touching his manly chest. While rubbing his chest with the ice cube, I pressed it hard on his tiny nipple and he shivered. I tickled his nipples a little bit and they became erect. I felt like tickling him longer, but didn't, as I was not willing to show my lust to him. . I made him raise his hands and rubbed his hairy armpits with ice cubes. Without letting him see, I smelled my hands and was enamoured with manly aroma of his armpits. I turned him around and rubbed his back with another ice cube. I was thrilled to see that his back was also partly hairy and felt nice to rub his back with ice cube.

I asked him if he was feeling good as I have wiped out all his perspiration. ("Ki, gham sob chole giye, sundor thanda lagchhena?") 

As he nodded, I pulled at his shorts and told him to take it off so that I could cool the lower part too. I asked him not to feel shy as he had his brief underneath and besides, I was his mom's age. ("Ei, pant ta nabiye de, ami tor nicher diktao ektu thanda kore dei. Kire lojja pachhis naki? Niche jangiya to ache, ar amito tor mar boyeshi")

He stood up nervously took off his shorts leaving the brief as his last cover, unable to guess what was coming next. As I was behind him, I pulled at the waistband of his brief and completely exposed his butt, which was now a couple of inches away from my face. I was impressed with his firm hips and was delighted to see that his crack was full of hair. I very affectionately fondled his butt with an ice cube and resisted my temptation to poke his crack with my fingers. I only dabbed ice cube along the opening of the crack and then pushed my hand between his thighs. I loved the hairy stretch and made the hair wet with the ice cube. As I was almost touching his balls, I withdrew my hand. 

Pulling the waistband back into position, I turned him around and was accosted by his huge bulge before my eyes. Now he was holding onto the waistband, apparently at the fear of getting his manhood exposed. I smiled at his scare and assured him that I am not going to make him naked. ("Bhoy nei, ami toke puro nangto kore debona.")

I rubbed the ice cube on his belly, between the belly button and the brief and then suddenly pushed my hand inside his brief and was delighted to find the enormous growth of pubic hair. I didn't go down too much and moved the ice cube through his pubic hair. As I looked up at his face, I saw a mixture of embarrassment and hunger. I won over my very strong desire to hold his throbbing cock in my hand and just felt the strong base with my fingers. With lot of will power I took my hand out.

Now I started comforting my body with ice cubes. I felt nice as I slowly moved an ice cube over the curve of my soft belly.

As Raja was casting a lustful look at my belly, I moved my hand further down and touched the fringe of my pubic hair. I moved my hand under my sari and made my crotch ice cool. As I was rubbing the ice cube on my thighs, my dense pubic hair got more exposed. I was feeling excited and was eager to expose my fully naked body to this guy. But I controlled myself and pulled up my sari giving an impression that I was avoiding too much exposure of my body. 

I told him that though he was much younger to me he was now grown up as man. That's why I couldn't get naked and cool my body by rubbing ice all over. ("Tui amar theke onek chhoto holeo ekhon ekjon purush manush hoye gechhis. Tai tor samne puro nagto hoye sara sorirtake borof ghoshe thanda korte parchhina.")

I was wondering if after hearing this he would offer to go away to the guest room. Given his decent nature, he would have normally done so. But now he was overpowered by his sexual desires and made no attempt to leave.

I was well aware that this partial nudity of mine was becoming a misery on this young man and he was desperate to undress me fully and enjoy sex with me. I thought I should now put a stop to this ruthless teasing on my part. I finally decided to push him a little more and then release him from my clutches so that he could unload himself.

I pulled up the bottom end of my sari up to my knees and asked him to rub ice on my legs. He was glad to oblige and very nicely rubbed my feet & legs. His hands gradually moved up and hovered around my knees. I pulled up the sari more and showed off my soft & silky thighs. I felt his excitement as his cold hands were shaking on my thighs. Now I asked him to come over to the bed and rub my back. I completely bared my back and enjoyed the touch of his cold nervous hands on my back. I let him touch the upper side of my butts up to the top of the crack. Finally I put a stop by telling him that he has done enough.

I gave him a feast for his eyes as I rubbed ice in my armpits, on my boobs and on my butts (putting my hands under the sari). After I was through, I gave him a bit of a shock treatment. Touching his erect cock I asked him if it was so hard because of pressure for pee. ("Kire eta oto sokto hoye achhe keno? Khub hishi peyechhe naki?")

As he feebly said yes I asked him to go to the bathroom and relieve himself. ("Ja bathroom e giye hishi kore ay")

As he picked up his shorts and quickly left for the bathroom, I knew he was going to jerk himself and release his load. As I imagined him jerking his huge cock, I was under the grip of a wild excitement and removing my sari to uncover my crotch I inserted my fingers into my moist pussy. I moved my fingers extremely fast and had a very strong climax. Now I properly covered my nudity with the sari and waited for him to come out of the bathroom.

[usaiha2]

As he came out of the bathroom, I asked him if he still has his brief under the shorts. As he nodded I told him that in this heat he would feel more comfortable if he takes his brief off and wears only the shorts. As he was again heading to the bathroom, I told him to change there itself with his back turned to me. 

("Tui ki pant er niche ekhono jangiya pore achhis? Ota khule phele sudhu pant pore thak. Dekhbi onek aram lagbe. Bathroom e na giye ekhanei chhere ne, amar dike pechhon phire.")

He hesitated but obliged. Turning his back towards me stripped himself naked. He looked wonderfully young & well built from behind. His firm & trim hips and long back showed his manliness. Through the gap between his legs I could see a part of his balls. As he lifted his leg I could see for a split second his well hung cock, which though not erect anymore had admirable length & thickness.

As he turned back with his shorts on, I was delighted to see the profile of his cock, no longer erect, under the fabric. I asked him to come and lie down beside me. He was now quite composed and looked a little exhausted. As he lied down by my side I snuggled against his body and affectionately moved my hand over his hairy chest. He turned to his side to face me and placed his hand over my bare arms. He softly touched my face and fondled my cheeks.

He looked at my eyes and said, "Shall I tell you something?" ("Ekta kotha bolbo?") 

"Yes my baby" I said. ("Bol baba")

He said shyly, "You are very beautiful and you are very nice. I like you very much." ("Tumi na khub sundor dekhte ar bhishon bhalo. Amar tomake bhishon bhalo lage.")

I was about too pooh, pooh him. But as he showed his deep affection to me by kissing on my cheeks, I was very touched. 

"Do you really think so, dear?" I asked him. ("Sotyi bolchhis baba?")

As he nodded, I held him in my arms and placed his head on my breasts. With only the soft fabric of sari between his face and my breasts, he nudged my breasts with his nose and lips. Such affectionate touch of a man was such a new thing for me that I was overwhelmed in joy. I showed my affection by running my fingers through the thick hair on his head and softly patting his back. 

With his face planted on my breasts, he said "I want to see your beautiful body, I want to caress you." ("Ami tomar ei sundor sorir ta dekhte chai, tomake ador korte chai")

While I was delighted that he came out with his desire, I was not sure what to tell him. 

Something prompted me to come out with my true feeling and I said, "In so many years no one ever made me feel so nice. I would love to open my body to you and enjoy your caress on my body. But I don't know if it's right to do so." ("Eto bochhore keu erokom sundor kotha amake boleni. Ami jani tor kachhe amar sorir ta khule dite bhishon bhalo lagbe, bhishon bhalo lagbe ei sorire tor ador pete. Kintu ami janina seta kora uchit hobe kina.")

"No one would know this and this would always remain a little secret between us." He said. ("Eta keu to jante parbena. Eta sudhu tomar amar modhyei lukono thakbe.")

"Ok, let's see. Now catch some sleep." I said ("Achchha, dekha jabe. Ekhon ektu ghumiye ne.")

He didn't push me any further and as I ran my fingers through his thick hair he fell asleep. I also fell asleep soon, but couldn't sleep for long and woke up. I had a very warm feeling as I felt the closeness of the half naked young guy. I was feeling wonderful that after so many years I am now at the centre point of a man's strong desire. I started reminiscing about the days after marriage. But I realised that a physical affair with this young guy would be far more exciting, not only because it's happening after so many years but also because of the clandestine nature of it. I was unable to believe that long 18 years after marriage, at the age of 39, I could make love to a handsome guy, who is attractive to girls of my daughter's age.

As I looked at his youthful body, I couldn't control my excitement and kissed him passionately with my wet lips on his forehead & cheeks. The warmth of the kiss stirred him in his sleep and slowly opening his eyes he smiled at me.

"Why did you kiss me so nicely?" he asked. ("Amake eto sundor kore chumu khele keno?")

"I just felt like it. Just because I am liking you." I said coyly. ("Ichchhe holo bole, toke amar bhalo lagchhe bole.")

Saying this I kissed him again, this time on his eyes and in his neck. I placed my head on his chest and my boobs nudged his sides. He ran his fingers through my hair and his other hand moved over my back. 

I asked him, "Have you kissed any girl?" ("Kono meyeke kokhono chumu kheyechhis?")

He said, "I have no girlfriend at all." ("Amar kono meye bondhui nei")

After a long pause, he said, "Will you kiss me auntie?" ("Tumi amake chumu khabe, mashi?")

"I kissed you just now, didn't I?" I faked innocence. ("Ei je toke chumu khelam, khelam na?")

He moved my head from his chest and held my face between his hands. Looking intently in my eyes, he said in a serious note. "I am no longer a boy auntie. I am now a grown up man. I want to be kissed the way a man is kissed by a woman." ("Ami ar chhoto chhele nei. Ami ekhon ek jon purush. Ekjon purushke ekjon mohila je bhabe chumu khay, ami serokom chumu chai.") 

I smiled and told him, "As a grown up man, don't you know that a man kisses a woman, not the other way round?" ("Betachhele hoye eituku janishna, chhelera meyeder chumu khay, meyera nije theke chheleder chumu khayna.")

Hearing this, his eyes glittered and crushing my body in his strong arms he kissed me on my lips. As I got shaken at his passionate aggression, my lips parted and I stuck my tongue in his mouth. My darting tongue made him wild and as his tongue moved in my mouth, his one hand squeezed my bare arms and his other hand pressed my butt through the thin fabric of the sari. I never experienced such vigour in a man's physical love and felt as if I was being swept away by a tidal wave. As the kiss continued, my passion grew stronger and I touched his strong manhood, which was almost bursting out through his shorts. By now his strong & youthful body turned me crazy and I was desperate to devour every inch of it. I started kissing all over his body like a hungry animal.

His hairy chest ignited fire in me and I moved my lips & nose through the hairy area. I licked his tiny nipples with my tongue, tickled them with my nails, sucked them with my lips and bit them with my teeth. He moaned very strongly. I raised his arms and the thick growth of hair in his armpit renewed my excitement. I put my nose in the hair and enjoyed the light smell of sweat. I licked the hair with my tongue and revelled in his manliness. With the restless movement of my body, my sari got somewhat displaced. As he started touching my partly exposed boobs, I knew that we were moving dangerously fast to the inevitable end. 

Though my libido was running wild, I didn't want to taste the final pleasure on the first occasion itself. I also wanted to appropriately showcase my nudity to him.

So, I decided to stop him from going too far right then. I paused a bit and slowly removing his hand from my boob, I put the sari in place. I knew I couldn't stop him unless I cool him down. I raised myself up and unbuttoned his shorts. His cock was so ramrod straight; I had difficulty in pulling it down. As I finally took it off, I gasped as his manhood sprang out in the open. Wow, what a gigantic size it had! 

[usaiha2]

One thing I was happy about my husband was the size of his cock. During the early days after our marriage we had measured it once. It was 6 ½ inches. To me, it was a great size and it really filled me up. But Raja's cock was at least 2 inches longer, if not more. And it was so thick! I tried to encircle it with my fingers, but failed. It was pretty dark and had thick veins on it, which looked so exciting. The foreskin was completely closed and I had to push it hard to expose the pink head. It was so inviting that I felt like immediately taking it inside me. With a lot of efforts I controlled my temptation and started licking it. I had to open my mouth really wide to gulp it. I could only take in a couple of inches and almost gagged. Holding it in one hand, I swirled my tongue over it and moved the fingers of my other hand over it like a spider. 

His soft moans gradually turned stronger and within minutes he started screaming, "I can't hold it any more." ("Ami ar dhore rakhte parchhina.") I realised that he was scared that he would cum in my mouth. But I precisely wanted that and continued. I always wanted to taste a man's cum, but my husband never gave that opportunity. Very soon warm liquid started coming out in shots and hit the wall of my throat. It was such a strong sensation that I couldn't describe in words. Within seconds my mouth was full of creamy warm liquid that had a very exciting smell. I tried to swallow all of it, but couldn't. Some of it dripped out from the sides of my mouth. 

As he took out his cock, he was apologetic about discharging in my mouth. But I told him that it was perfectly normal. After hesitating a bit, I told him that I did want to taste his cum and that's why I didn't withdraw my mouth. ("Asole ki janish, amar khub ichhe korchhilo oi jinishta kheye dekhi kemon lage") 

He gave me an amazed look and asked me if all women like to do this. ("Sob meyerai ki ota khete chay?")

I told him, "Among my close friends, quite a few like this. Since I have not done this before I wanted to try it. I must say I enjoyed it." ("Amar bondhuder modhye onekei mukhe nite bhalobase. Ami age kokhono mukhe neini, tai bhablam dekhi kemon lage. Boltei hobe je darun bhalo legechhe.")

As I was cleaning his cock, now a little softer, I asked him how did he enjoy this. ("Tor kemon laglo bol") 

"I still can't believe that this happened to me. I couldn't imagine something so pleasurable, even in my wildest dreams." ("Ami bhabteo parchhina, erokom ekta kichhu sotyi ghotechhe. Ami swapneo kokhono bhabini je eirokom ekta bhalo lagar jinish hote pare.")

Saying this, he kissed me on my cheeks. Then again he pulled me in his strong arms and kissed me deeply in my lips. His kiss was so passionate that I immediately lost control and the kiss turned wild. I realised that this was taking a dangerous turn and with a lot of efforts I disengaged myself. He looked a bit disappointed. 

I told him. "It's better not to grab all the pleasure at a time. It's more enjoyable to relish it slowly and in stages." ("Bhalo lagar modhuta ekbare na gelai bhalo. Jomiye rekhe tariye tariye chakhle beshi bhalo lage.")

I told him to go to the bathroom and stand under the shower. I followed him into the bathroom and watched his tall & strong body under the shower. I noticed that even after so much discharge his manhood still hadn't lost all the hardness. I was amazed at this, as my hubby's cock gets limp almost immediately after discharge. I told him to stop the shower and soaped him. It was a pleasure to fondle his strong naked body. As I was soaping his cock, I could feel a stir in my hands and was awed to see his strong manhood getting back full hardness.

I told him with a smile, "Now your uncle would be home and you can't go around sporting your hardness. Let me cool it down." ("Ekhon kintu tor mesho bari ese jabe. Tui kintu oi sokto jinishta niye ghure berate parbina. Tar cheye borong etake thanda kore dei.")

Saying this, I started slowly jerking his cock. I opened & closed his foreskin; the movement wasn't smooth as the skin was a bit tight. I put a bit of soap inside the skin and it started moving fast. I felt wonderful as I used my both hands to move the huge shaft. As he was moaning heavily and his cock was throbbing strongly, I realised that he was about to discharge. At this high point of pleasure, I had an idea. By applying very strong pressure by my fingertips I kept the hole at the tip closed. With the outlet closed, the liquid inside played havoc and he screamed at the top of his voice as his shaft reverberated in my hand. Allowing a few seconds for the strong vibration to subside, I started jerking him again and repeated the same thing. He shook in pleasure for a while and as I relaxed the pressure at the tip a stream of hot liquid gushed out. The first shot hit the wall, which was quite a bit away and then there were blobs of creamy liquid all over the floor. After the discharge stopped, I moved away and he ran the shower again.

After drying him with a towel, I asked him to go out and put on fresh clothes. Just a few seconds before he went out, standing behind him, I stripped naked by peeling off my sari. As he was closing the door I dropped the sari on the floor and he looked back. By that time, I had turned away and he had a glimpse of my naked body from the side for a split second. After teasing him like this I wondered why I enjoyed teasing him. I had no answer.

[usaiha2]

As I closed the bathroom door, I watched my nudity in the mirror. I was glad to see that the overall contour of my fair body was still quite attractive. Though I was 5' 6" tall, my weight never crossed 57-58 kilos. The small sag of my 36c boobs added ripeness to it. My nipples were like the index finger in thickness and were quite long, more than a quarter of an inch. As I tickled the nipples to erection, the length grew to nearly half an inch. My arms were nice and round. I was not regular in shaving my underarms and there was a thick growth of hair. I wondered if I should shave to give my armpits a silky smooth look. But I remembered how admiringly Raja looked at the armpit hair when I took off my blouse. So I decided not to shave. 


I was really glad as I watched my waistline. I measured it regularly and it varied between 29 to 30 inches. Unlike most Indian women of my age, I had almost no tyre like layers of fat on two sides. I had very little fat around my waist and that only smoothened the curve from the waist to hips. My belly had no bulge, though it was not flat. The skin on my belly was silky smooth and only blemish it had was the stretch marks from baby birth. But those had become very faint and were barely visible. My thighs were a bit heavy but looked nice. My butts were really heavy, about 38 inches. Though this was a bit too much, as they curved out on the sides and to the back the look was nice. I knew it added sexiness to my body. 

I shaved my pubic hair once in 3-4 months. I don't like the bald look of my pussy. But I still shaved it after long gaps. When I shaved, I repeated the shave every day for about a week. That made the growth of the hair very luxuriant and I love that. I wouldn't say I trim my pubic hair, except that I very lightly dress it with a pair of scissors every week just to make sure that it retains its triangular shape and doesn't look unwieldy. Many years back, a cousin sister of mine and I had bath together. As we both were stark naked, I noticed her pubic hair and it looked so much better than mine. She had given me the tips how to groom the pubic hair well. Then onwards, I followed her instructions. 

On the overall, I was happy that I had a sexy enough body. I remembered an occasion, when during one of our afternoon sessions with my friends we drank a lot of beer. One of our friends came up with a naughty idea and suggested that we all undress and watch each other's body. As we were pretty drunk, everybody voluntarily stripped. On that day, I had closely seen all my friends' naked body.

I felt very proud that my body was undoubtedly the best among all of them. My boobs, though not the largest, had the least sag and my nipples were most prominent and longest. Everyone admired my trim waist and didn't think that my huge bum harmed my physical beauty any way. Though every one else, except one shaved or trimmed their pussy hair they all agreed that my pussy hair was most attractive. There is a thin line of hair joining the pubic triangle up to my belly button and all my friends agreed this added a hell of a lot of sex appeal, particularly if I tie my sari well below my belly button. I now follow that suggestion.

I realised that I had taken a long time in pleasing my narcissistic instincts. Now I finished my bath and came out.

[usaiha2]

Very soon my hubby returned home. The evening was as dull as ever. I watched TV and my hubby read magazines. Raja kept him occupied with a book. After dinner as I went to bed, my hubby was already snoring. I wished Raja were there by my side. Only silver lining was that my hubby was going on a long tour next morning and would be away for about 10 days. I was delighted that at least for those few days I would have Raja fully to myself.

Early in the morning, I got ready to see off my hubby to airport. While dressing up a naughty idea struck me. As my hubby was getting ready, I took off my nightie and was stark naked. In that condition, I started searching for my dress in the cupboard. This was some thing very unusual, as I never undress in presence of my hubby except at the time of sex.

I was hopeful that my nudity will turn him on and we could have a quickie. But that was not to be. He gave me a surprised look and then completely ignored me. I was thoroughly disappointed and realised that he has lost attraction for my body. This completely removed my guilty feeling about my strong desire to have sex with Raja.

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As I was heading back home, I was getting a turn on thinking of Raja's masculinity and the enormous size of his manhood. It was 6.45 in the morning and I was wondering if Raja was still asleep. As I reached home and opened the front door, I heard no sound. I headed towards Raja's room. The door was not locked and I pushed it open. I was enamoured to see Raja doing physical exercises on the floor with only his brief on. I watched his beautiful youthful body for a long time. As Raja noticed my presence, he came over to me with a broad smile on his face. He was perspiring heavily and looked like a model. I made him sit and wiped his sweat with a towel. 

I asked Raja if he regularly did physical exercise. He said he was very regular at home but missed it for a few days after coming here and now he wanted to catch up. He said he took lessons from a physical instructor. 

At this point, I thought of asking him about a problem of mine. The problem was genuine and at the same time it would help in being a little coy and naughty. I told him I walked for an hour every morning and my weight was under control. But my bum was too big in size and I couldn't reduce it. I want to wear jeans but feel shy because of this. ("Ami janish roj ek ghonta hanti. Tate amar ojon barte parena. Kintu amar pachha boddo bhari ar otake kichhutei komate parina. Amar jeans porte khub ichhe hoy kintu eto mota pachha niye porte lojja kore.")

This was bit of a provocation to him. He made me stand up and watched my bum. He touched it, initially lightly but later his hand moved on my butts for quite some time. 

Finally he said, "Frankly, your bum has lovely curves though it's big. I see no need for reducing it. Nothing can stop you from wearing jeans. My mom's bum is bigger but she wears jeans. Still, if you are too keen to reduce you can do two things. You can swim, which is a very good exercise and I can teach you one or two exercises." ("Sotyi kotha bolte ki, boro holeo tomar pachhar goron khub sundor. Ami to komabar kono proyojon dekhina. Tumi chailei jeans porte paro. Amar ma to tomar theke onek mota pachha niyeo jeans pore. Tobu jodi tumi komate chao, tobe duto jinish korte paro. Santar katle khub bhalo phol pabe. Echhara ami tomake duekta ason dekhiye dite pari.") 

I loved the idea of his teaching me physical exercise. I told him I would like to take lessons right then. He told me I needed to change the sari and wear some suitable dress. As I went to my bedroom to change, I decided to wear something very provocative.

Initially I thought of wearing my daughter's shorts & tank top. But later came up with a more naughty idea. I picked up my daughter's bikini style swimsuit and put on the bottom with quite a bit of effort. As I looked at the mirror, I noticed that it was virtually cutting through my skin. It was so tight that the fabric was stuck inside the crack between my bum cheeks. It would stick between the pussy lips too, but for the thick cushion of my pubic bush. My pubes were not fully covered and quite a few streaks came out from the sides. Pubes also popped out above the waistband and the thin line of hair from my bush to the belly button looked very provocative. Now I slipped on a long sleeveless t-shirt and it nicely covered not only my crotch but also half of my thighs. I didn't wear any bra.

Raja first showed me one exercise. It was none too difficult. But I deliberately faltered and asked for his help. In the process, Raja's hands landed on the sides of my boobs and also on my thighs. The only barrier was the thin fabric of the t-shirt. My raised arms gave him a show of not only my armpits but also a part of my boobs through the large sleeve holes. During the second exercise, I had to lift my hip and legs. And now he could clearly see my crotch in the skimpy bikini. 

So long Raja was able to hide his greed. But with my exposed thighs and scantily covered crotch in full view he was unable to remove his eyes from the spot. As he was still wearing only the brief, no way he could hide his strong erection. While he somehow managed to carry on with the instructions, at the last stage of lifting the hip & legs exposure was too inviting for him. My t-shirt slipped all the way to my boobs. My entire belly and the bottom part of my boobs were in full view. While he was totally disturbed, I remained cool and counted hundred as per his instruction. Only after allowing him such a prolonged view I lowered my legs.

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I don't know what would have happened if the lesson continued longer. But there was an interruption as my maid rang the doorbell. I hurriedly put on a robe and Raja pulled up his shorts. For next couple of hours, I was busy with household chores and Raja was confined in his room reading books. After I became free, I realised that I had to go out for shopping. Normally I go alone for shopping, but I took Raja along. After finishing shopping, I suggested to Raja that we go for a long drive. He readily agreed and switching on the car ac he directed the car along the route I suggested. Soon we were out of the city limits and he drove very fast. We drove for nearly two hours and enjoyed every moment of the drive. 

Since I decided this trip on impulse, I didn't realise it wouldn't be possible to come back home for lunch. I asked Raja if he was hungry and he nodded. I knew there was a nice hotel down the road, where we could have lunch. But the problem was we needed to have our bath before lunch. As I posed the problem to him, Raja had no solution. I asked him how about taking a room in the hotel. He agreed that was the only way to have a nice bath. So, we landed up in the hotel and checked in. As they asked us to wait for the room to get ready, we went into the bar. Though I drink very rarely, I was in a great mood and ordered beer and some snacks. I asked Raja if he would like to have some beer. He readily agreed. The bar was nicely decorated, very cosy and a little dark. The chilled beer tasted lovely and within a short time we finished two bottles. 

I was feeling very nice and wondered if I should take more. I realised that it was an excellent occasion to prolong the pleasure as we had all the time in the world. So I ordered more beer. By the time we had two bottles each the mood was pink and we moved to the room. The room was small & cosy and was very tastefully decorated. The bed was just the right size and looked very inviting. As I asked Raja to go for his bath, he in turn asked me to have my bath first. 

As we pushed each other like this, he asked me "Would it be too much, if I ask you to have bath with me?" ("Ami jodi boli je dujone eksathe snan korbo tahole ki barabari hoye jabe?)

When we decided to check in, I knew that we were going to end up in lovemaking. I was only waiting for him to make the first move. But it came too quickly and I was caught a bit unaware. At the same time, I was thrilled at the idea of fully enjoying the masculinity of this young stud.

As I kept silent he said, "Please don't say no, auntie. I am dying to see your beautiful body fully naked. I want to caress every corner of your lovely body." ("Mashi, tumi please na bolona. Ami tomar sundor sorirtake puro puri nangto kore dekhte chai. Ami tomar sorir er protyek kon ador diye bhoriye dite chai.")

As he said this, my excitement hit the roof. At the same time, I wanted a little pause before taking a plunge into the ocean of forbidden pleasure.

I said, "I am now quite aged, dear. Do you really fancy this forty year old woman's body?" ("Amar to ekhon onek boyesh hoye gechhe, baba. Ei chollish er burike ar ki dekhar achhe?")

"Who said you are old?" he retorted. "To me you are the prettiest woman." ("Ke bolechhe tumi buri? Meyeder modhye tumi amar kachhe sobcheye sundor.")

I was damn elated at his praise but hiding my feeling told him, "Ok, we can bathe together. But have you realised that we have no change of clothes? How can we wear our used our undergarments after bath? Only thing I can do is to wash the undergarments and wear towels till those get dry. So, take off your brief & vest and let me wash them."

{"Thik achhe, snan na hoy ek sathe kora jabe. Kintu ekta kotha ki bhebechhis? Amader sathe to bodol korar jonyo kono kapor nei. Snan kore bhetorer jama kapor ki sei chhara guloi porbi naki? Ami ektai kaj korte pari, bhetorer jama kapor gulo keche dite pari ar ogulo shukono porjonto toyale pore thakte pari. Ne, ekhon genji ar jangiya chhere de, ami keche dei.")

He obediently followed me and took off all his clothes wearing a towel. I also took off my sari and kept it neatly folded along with his jeans & t-shirt. I decided not to wash my bra as I could manage without a bra after bath. I don't wear panty in any case. With petticoat & blouse on, I washed his brief & vest in the bathroom sink and put them up for drying. 

I asked him to come into the bathroom and take off the towel. As he removed his towel my excitement peaked at the sight of his huge manhood. Standing naked in front of me, he looked at me expectantly. I took off my blouse, folded it and then made no move to undress. He came close to me and took me in his arms. I was completely swept away by his manly embrace and as he put his lips on mine, I welcomed him by parting my lips. While he kissed me with enormous strength, he unsuccessfully fiddled with my bra hooks. Taking my hand behind I unhooked my bra. As he pulled the bra out, I pushed my breasts forward as if I was offering my treasured mounds to a deity.

He gave an amazed look at my boobs and adoringly touched them with his hands. He took his time to observe every square inch of my boobs and very lovingly moved his fingers over them. He very lightly licked the silky smooth skin of my boobs and that sent shiver down my spine. He looked fascinated with my long nipples and started sucking it. This ignited fire in me and I pressed his head hard on my boob and fiercely pulled at his hair. With my other hand I pressed his hand on my other boob and prompted him to press hard. He alternated his licking and pressing between the two boobs and I deeply moaned. 

He was now excited like a wild animal and demanded that I take off my petticoat to let him see me completely naked. "Saya ta khule phyalo, ami tomake puro nangto dekhbo.")

I was now eager to fulfil his longstanding demand and turning my back to him unfastened the petticoat string allowing it drop at my feet. By the time I picked up the petticoat and kept it away, he was fondling my butts. 

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As he repeatedly kissed my butts he commented, "I couldn't imagine in my wildest dreams that women's but could be so beautiful." ("Ami swapneo bhabte parini je meyeder pachha eto sundor hoy.")


Hearing this, my narcissistic ego came into play and forgetting my modesty I told him, "Not every woman's butt has such a round shape and silky skin. Your auntie's butt is some thing special." ("Sob meyeder pachha eto sundor gol ar palish hoyna. Tor mashir pacchar ekta bishesh soundarjya ache.")

As Raja caressed my butts and thighs for a long time, I stood motionless enjoying the overtures of this young stud. After a while, Raja stood up and holding me in his arms from behind kissed my neck. He licked my neck with his tongue and I felt wonderful. My boobs were now in his grips and while pressing them hard, he kissed my back. He ran his tongue lovingly all along my spine and went down to the top of my crack. A current of electricity ran from my head to toe. He parted my bum cheeks and opened my crack. He put his nose in and as he breathed heavily, I felt a tickling sensation. As I stirred, he remained undeterred and started licking my crack, moving his tongue through the hair inside. His tongue was so sensual that I shrieked.

He stood up and turned me around. He watched my stark naked body slowly moving his admiring eyes from my neck downwards. His eyes got stuck at my hairy erotic zone. He was awe struck at the abundance of hair and knelt down to get a closer look. He very delicately moved his hand over my belly and slowly moved down. While nudging the belly button with his fingers, he noticed the thin & faint stretch marks and asked if these marks came from baby birth. He traced the thin lines with his fingers and then moved along the thin line of dark hair that went down to the pubic bush. 

He was now playing at the pubic bush moving his fingers through the thick hair, apparently trying to feel the depth of the jungle. He touched the skin on the pussy and tried to see through the hair what treasure was hidden under the jungle. He took his time to explore the surface of the pussy and to feel the shape and depth of it. As he located the fold of the pussy he traced his fingers over the parting, but never tried to go in. Initially I was enjoying his curious exploration, but felt impatient, as he didn't make any attempt to go in. I was dripping wet and the jungle got quite damp. 

I realised that he was blissfully unaware of the female anatomy and told him, "You seem to totally lost in the jungle dear." ("Kire, tui to jongoler modhye hariye geli dekhchhi.") 

Now he looked up and told me. "Really so, auntie. To tell you the truth, I did see a few women with hair down there. But never knew that hair could form such a nice jungle down below." ("Sotyi tai, mashi. Tomar kachhe lukobona, ami koekjon meyer nicher dike orokom chul dekhechhi. Kintu jantamna je chul diye emon sundor jongol toiri hoy.")

He was now in a curiosity mode and I needed to get him into action mode. But I didn't want to push him and decided to slowly provoke him. I squatted down in front of him and then lied down on the floor. Making him lie down beside me, I turned to his side and comfortably placed one leg over his lean hip, as if I was using him as a side pillow. 

Scratching his strong back lightly with my nails, I asked "You naughty guy, which all women have you seen naked? Tell me the truth" ("Ei paji chhele, tui kon kon meyeke nangto dekhechhis? Sotyi kotha bol")

"Not seen any young girl, only elders." he was candid and then continued. ("Olpo boyoshi kauke dekhini, sudhu boroder dekhechhi.")

As I wanted to know more, he said, "First time it was my aunt, whom I saw naked. She was having bath and had forgotten to bolt the door. I was having a tremendous pressure to pee and without realising it was occupied entered the bathroom in a rush. Seeing her stark naked, I wanted to flee but was unable to control the pressure. I opened my fly, took out my thing and started throwing out a long stream. She almost screamed asking me to get out, but realised my helplessness. She had no scope to grab a towel or something as I was blocking her access to the clothes rack. Only thing she could do was to turn her back to me."

"That's very interesting! What happened next?" I was curious.

He continued, "As the stream of water flew out endlessly, I helplessly stood there with my thing exposed. I did not look at her at all and kept my eyes stuck on the wall. While I was very embarrassed and wanted to get out, at the same time dying to see her naked body. I had just seen her naked front for a split second and then she turned back. As I was too tempted to see her more, I wanted to take advantage of her turning back from me and stealthily turned my head. To my utter surprise, she had turned back and was looking at my thing. This was a great embarrassment for both of us. But she saved the situation by laughing out aloud. With that hearty laugh, she made it easy for me. So, I could look at her naked body freely and so did she. She had a black triangle between her thighs but hair wasn't very thick. Finally after I finished, I came out relishing this unusual experience." 

As I was listening to her story, his thick & long cock was touching me around my groin and I held it tightly in my both hands, jerking it slowly. He in turn was fondling my breasts and playing with my armpit hair. 

I asked him about the other women he saw naked and he described the next incident, "Once I went to visit my grandma's place. My grandma is a very tall & good looking lady and has a nice figure. I am very friendly with her and she at times tells me naughty stories. During daytime, she and a maid were the only people at home as my doctor grandpa was out for the whole day. Everyday before bath, a maid gave her oil massage. She took the massage behind closed doors. When the massage was over, she used to come out and go directly to the bathroom through a narrow corridor. Before she came out, the maid used to call out for me and asked me to be away from the corridor. I guessed grandma must be coming out naked from her room."

After a pause, he continued, "One day I asked her if she took her massage naked and went to bathroom in that condition. ("Dida, tumi ki puro nangto hoye malish korao ar tarpor oi obosthay bathrrom e dhoko?")

She gave a naughty smile and jokingly asked if I was thinking of stealthily seeing her naked. ("Keno dadu, tumi ki amake aral theke nangto dekhar kotha bhabchho?")

I promptly told her why stealthily, I was thinking of seeing her naked openly. ("Lukiye keno, samne thekei nangto dekhbo bhabchhi.")

She called me naughty and then said if I was really keen to see my old grandma naked, she would let me see her but on the condition that I also have to let her see me naked. As I agreed, she said next day she would let the maid go off and she & I would massage each other. ("Dadu, tumi boro dushtu hoyechho. Thik achhe, tumi jodi ei buri didake sotyi nangto dekhte chao dekhte paro. Kintu amakeo tomay nangto dekhte dite hobe. Kal jhi ke chhuti diye debo ar amra dujone dujonke nangto hoye tel malish korbo.")

Next day, she took me to her bedroom and we both got stark naked. As I massaged her extremely fair & trim body I found her to be in quite nice shape, except that her body was awfully soft and had a bit of wrinkles around her neck, armpit and upper arm. She had almost no hair in her armpits, only a few thin streaks and down there the hair was so sparse that her secret place was fully visible through the hair. More interestingly, hair there had mostly turned grey."

"How about her boobs?" I enquired.

"They were small but didn't droop very much. The nipples were quite prominent and pink in colour. As I oiled them they became hard."

As he said this, he was playing on my nipples, which were fully erect.

"You never told me how did she react when she saw you naked. Specially when he saw this thing." I said giving a jerk to his cock. 

"I can't tell you how delighted the old lady was when she pulled down my shorts & brief and exposed my thing. She said it was something that made her proud of me. Initially it was not fully standing up but she caressed it so much with her soft hands and kissed it so many times that it became fully hard. She said that the girl in the waiting to be my wife was extremely lucky. Her excitement mounted as she massaged my rock hard thing and she said had I not been her own grandson she would have loved to take my thing inside her. I bluntly asked her if she had any man in her life other than grandpa. She said no and neither did she want. But for someone so well endowed she would have broken her taboo even at the late stage of her life.

As she was saying all these she was jerking my thing with one hand and had fingers of her other hand moving fast inside her slit.

She told me she wanted to see me ejaculate. So, I held her hand and made her jerk it properly and after a few minutes I threw out sticky stuff all over her body. Almost at the same time, she started moaning & shaking heavily and after a while she almost collapsed."

As he finished, I kissed him and said "So, young man you even charmed your grandma with your endowment. No wonder that I am in love with your manhood" 

By this time, I was awfully eager to get fucked by this young stud. But I was apprehensive that once I take his cock inside he may ejaculate too early. Only hope was that with so much beer he would hold long enough. But I thought I would get closer to climax before I take him in. I now lied on my back and asked him to turn on the shower. As the spray of water hit me, I adjusted my position so that my boobs and pussy get the strong spray directly. I folded my legs, parted my thighs and lifted my hip to expose my pussy direct to the sharp spray. I enjoyed the wonderful tingling sensation on my boobs & pussy for a couple of minutes and then asked him to turn off the shower. 

I invited him with my arms wide open and as he knelt down, I asked him to kiss me all over my body. He was waiting for this and hungrily started kissing and licking me. He started at my ears & neck, went down to my cleavage and then moved on to the folds of my underarms. As he licked through my armpit hair, for the first time I realised how much erotic sensation could be generated at the underarms. As he licked my nipples with his tongue, I was getting wild and urged him to bite hard and tear the nipples off. ("Dant diye kamra, kamre nipple gulo chhinre de.") He did bite me hard and I screamed in pleasure. 

As he went down on my pussy and parted my fold with his hand, I asked him to feel the inner part with his finger. As his fingers moved aimlessly I directed them to my clit and told him that this soft piece was the centre of my pleasure. I also showed him where the g spot was. Now I asked him to put his tongue inside and move it fast on the clit and as my pleasure peaked and climax was close I asked him to move his tongue to g spot. He nicely followed my instruction and my half climax continued. After a while, while I was about to cum in his mouth, I thought time was right to get fucked. I pulled his head up and holding his enormous shaft with both hands directed it to the pussy lips. As I asked him to push it inside, he fumbled and said the space was too small. 

I told him to push hard and the space would grow bigger. ("Ektu jore chap de, jayga ta boro hoye jabe.")

As his push was still not hard enough, I slapped his butts and screamed at him to push hard. ("Aro onek jore chap dena, jore aro onek jore"). He finally pushed really hard and the huge thing penetrated me. It pained a lot and as he pushed the whole gigantic thing fully in I felt that as if my passage would tear open. At the same time it gave me a maddening pleasure and I shrieked. I asked him to push in & out and with every stroke, I screamed in joy. The sensation was so wild that I had a volcanic orgasm within a few minutes. 

As I came out of the overpowering climax, I realised that he had still not ejaculated. He kept on stroking after a pause, and now my channel was so moist the movement was very smooth. I kept on screaming urging him to get faster and as his the speed of stroking increased my pleasure mounted. After a while, he started filling me up with strong shots of hot sticky liquid and I had a second climax, which swept me away like a tidal bore. 

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I had almost lost sense and as I finally regained sense, I realised that it was the best fuck I ever had. Revelling in the aftermath of the heavenly pleasure, I relaxed on the cool wet floor. By my side was Raja, with his huge cock now a little softer though not limp. He was lying on one side, facing me with his one leg and his cock resting on my thigh. A patch of white creamy liquid was just below the tip of his cock. My pubic hair was full of drops of his cum. As I sat up, I noticed that drops of his cum had formed a line from my pubic bush down on my thighs. Though I was feeling a bit sticky all over I loved the sight of so much cum strewn all over me. After a while I took the hand shower and turning it on started washing our bodies. After cleaning away the drops of cum from my body, I cleaned Raja's cock by opening the foreskin. 

At this stage, I realised that my bladder was bursting with pressure and I rushed to sit over the toilet. Before I could place my ass on the toilet seat, my pee was gushing out. Raja was also in a rush to pee. While I already occupied the toilet, he said he can't hold any more. So I pushed my self back a bit and spreading my thighs, asked him to pee through the gap between my thighs. Raja was in no position to wait and gladly accepted my most awkward suggestion.

As he started letting out his stream it hit my pubic bush. While he withdrew hurriedly and holding his cock in hand aimed the stream inside the toilet, I was thrilled at the tingling sensation in my pussy created by Raja's pee. As both of our streams continued endlessly, we realised that so much beer was now taking its toll. I felt like having another hit on my pussy with Raja's pee and I took control by holding his cock. I moved his cock carefully from time to time and his stream of pee hit my pussy like a guided missile. Wow, what a sensation it was. I immensely enjoyed the intimacy that grew between us as we peed together and played. Finally the game of pee came to an end and we had a shower. After drying up, we came out from the bathroom stark naked.

We realised that after such a long drawn session of wild sex we were awfully hungry. We ordered lunch from room service. As there was a knock at the door I rushed to the bathroom. Raja hurriedly wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. He took the food tray from the waiter, without letting him in. We polished off the food in minutes. As we felt better after filling up the stomach, we slowly relished our ice cream. Suddenly I had a naughty idea and turned over the ice cream bowl on my crotch. It was a deliberate action but I made it look like an accident. 

As raja showed his concern about how to clean up the mess, I told him, "The best way to clear the mess is to clean it by the tongue." 

Raja gave a broad smile, as he understood the hint. He brought a towel and lifting my hip placed it below me. He made me lie on my back and spreading my thighs, he started lapping up blobs of ice cream. Every time he picked up ice cream in his tongue, he lifted his head, brought his mouth on my lips and pushed the ice cream in with his darting tongue. It was a very sensual game and we lovingly played it five six times and then got entangled in a deep sensual kiss. 

After the kiss was over Raja again placed his mouth on my pubic bush and started cleaning up remnants of the ice cream and suddenly inserted tongue inside my pussy fold. In seconds he located my clit and started chewing it. As I had shown him earlier, as my pleasure was peaking he shifted his tongue to the g spot and licked it. This way he alternated between the two centres of sensual pleasure and kept me floating in climax. After some time, I was unable to hold my patience. I disengaged him, made him lie down on his back with the towel under his butt and straddled him. Opening my pussy as wide as possible with my both hands I positioned myself on his shaft and with a strong push shoved it through the moist passage. Wow, it felt so tight as if it would burst open my tunnel. 

As my juices started flowing heavily and the passage became more & more moist & slippery, the gigantic shaft fitted snugly. I started thrusting up & down and Raja squeezed my boobs hard. Slowly I made my motion faster and Raja started giving me upward thrust, making me shriek. Soon we got into a rhythm as we alternately applied our thrust. Within minutes we were in frenzy and I had a strong long lasting climax as Raja's warm fluid filled me up.

After we cleaned us up, we fell asleep. I don't know how long we slept. As I woke up, it was 7 pm. I woke up Raja and we hurriedly dressed up. As Raja picked up his brief & vest, he found them still quite wet. So he had to wear his jeans and t-shirt without any undergarment. I also didn't fill like wearing the used bra and wore my blouse without it. We had to drive for nearly an hour before we reached home. As I entered home, I was very pleased with my self having spent the sweetest day of my life. 

After undressing we went to the bathroom together. I normally don't use the tub for bath. But I made an exception and filled it with cold water. I generously added sandalwood oil in the water and lied down in the water with my head on one edge. I invited Raja to join me. Lying side by side, we enjoyed the luxuriant coolness of the water. We didn't realise that both of us dozed off to sleep. I woke up possibly after fifteen minutes and woke Raja up.

I sat up and asked Raja to soap me. As he very affectionately fondled my body with soap, I enjoyed the feeling of getting pampered. After he soaped my chest and belly, he went behind me and soaped my back. Now I soaped Raja in his chest and back. I asked him rest on his knees and as he did so, his crotch was above water, I felt nice to see that his cock was having a part hard on. As I soaped his balls & cock and opened the foreskin he had a full hard on. I lifted my legs above water, one after the other, and he soaped my legs & thigh. 

He asked me to stand up so that he could he could soap my butts and crotch. Instead of standing up I got into a crawling position and asked him to soap my butts and my crotch through the gap between my thighs. As Raja made the whole area slippery with soap, I held his cock and soaped it again. I asked him if he could now put his shaft inside me from behind. He said it was difficult but he would certainly try.

He was now quite familiar with the anatomy of that zone and opened up my pussy with his hands and placed the cock in right position. I encouraged him to push hard and he did so. Oh, what a strong thrust it was. The slipperiness created by soap helped, and in one attempt his thick rod penetrated me. Again it was the wonderful filling of getting reaped open and a strong ahhhh sound came out of my mouth. As he pushed in & out and squeezed my boobs with enormous pressure, I screamed in pleasure. Both of us now took much longer to cum and pleasure mounted in steps. As I was about to face a violent orgasm, Raja started filling me up. We finally ended up in a very satisfying climax.

After having early dinner, I invited raja to sleep with me. As he came in to my bedroom, I was waiting for him wearing a delicate looking light pink nightie. As he came and softly kissed me I undressed him and fondled his semi hard cock. He in turn, undressed me and placed his head on my breasts. As we were in that position for a while, I suddenly realised that I had dozed off for a while. I found Raja was sleeping peacefully with his head on my breast. I didn't wake him up and we slept like a log holding each other in our arms. 

As I woke up it was very early in the morning, the sky was just getting clear. I felt a slight chill and realised that I didn't have a single thread on my body and the blast from the ac was softly flowing over my back & butts. As I turned on my back the cold blast made my nipples erect. I felt funny as the blast was flowing over my belly through my bush and the hair quivered. 

As my senses were still not fully alive, I wondered why I was stark naked. As I saw Raja's strong body by my side, my heart was filled with joy. Raja was lying on his back and his manhood was standing like a tower. I delicately moved my finger over the shaft and felt so very proud having possessed it.

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[usaiha2]

Damn That Game
 
"Are you a virgin?"

I looked at Pujan; he looked so annoying with the smirk on his face. He knew I wasn't a virgin and yet he had to ask. In fact, everyone knew I wasn't a virgin, but yet, they were all looking at me with anticipation. It seemed like they wanted to hear me say what they already knew.

So I did. "No, I ain't a virgin... and I know you people already know that, so quit pretending."

The smirk on Pujan's face turned into a huge smile as I leaned forward and spun the bottle. We were at a discotheque, but we weren't dancing. In the second year of college, we were at the Fresher's Party held to welcome the first-year students to this exciting and fun-filled phase of their lives, which they supposedly wouldn't forget for the rest of their lives. Well, the party was certainly one worth forgetting. It was a dull dud. In normal circumstances, I would never be caught dead at such a non-happening bash. I was a model after all - too cool and too hot to between such a boring crowd. And I wouldn't have been there had my boyfriend Vivek been in town. But he had gone to the Capital on a business trip and I was stuck playing truth and dare with a bunch of college friends.

My spinning bottle came to a rest pointing towards Shekhar, and he chose dare. I looked around myself and said, "You see that girl over there, the one in the ugly pink halter? Yeah, that one... I dare you to go over there and peck her cheek."

"Oh come on Neha," Shekhar pleaded. "How can I do that, I don't even know her."

"Well, it's a dare and you gotta at least try doin' it," I said, my boredom evolving into bitchiness.

Shekhar went over to the girl and tried talking to her. But instead of pecking her cheek, he got snubbed and pushed away and came back embarrassed and angry as hell. All I did was laugh. He proceeded to spin the bottle and it ended up pointing towards Garima. Garima chose truth and was asked if she'd made love to her boyfriend Mayank. She looked at Mayank lovingly and nodded a yes. What losers!

Garima's spin pointed towards Pujan. He chose a dare, probably anticipating some fun with one of us girls. A touch would have been more than enough for him to shoot his load. I doubted if Pujan had ever even touched a girl. He was fat, in fact quite overweight for a 21-year old. His flabby paunch was noticeable under his t-shirt and made me wonder why he didn't just wear a loose shirt. Anyway, Garima decided that this was going to be Pujan's lucky day and for some reason, chose me to be at the receiving end. "I dare you to kiss Neha for two minutes," she said.

"What?" I almost shouted. "What crap is that? That should be a dare for me, not him."

That aroused a spate of laughter from the others. Garima just shrugged her shoulders as Pujan shifted towards his prize. He tried placing his hands on my waist but I slapped them away and just leaned in closer to him and closed my eyes. I heard Kinjal utter an "Eeewwww" as Pujan's lips touched mine.

It was awful. His lips were coarse and dry. I wasn't ready to open my mouth and he tried to pry it open with his tongue. When he couldn't get through, he covered my mouth with his and started licking my lips. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to me, Garima announced that the two minutes were up. I rubbed my lips with a napkin and drank some Pepsi, wondering if any other two minutes of my life had seemed so long.

[usaiha2]

With a big stupid smile on his face, Pujan spun the bottle and it ended up pointing towards Kinjal. When Kinjal chose truth, the others protested and said that we should make this a game of dare and dare. Everyone would have to compulsorily choose a dare only. I wanted Kinjal and Garima to go through what I had and chipped in as well. Eventually, it was decided that no more truths from then on and Pujan dared Kinjal to kiss Anuj. Apparently, she didn't seem to mind that and the two had quite a good lip lock, which Kinjal ended with a smile on her face.

For the next few minutes, an identical sequence of events kept on happening. The dares revolved around kissing and I ended up kissing Anuj as well. Then came my turn to spin the bottle and when it pointed at Pujan, I was determined to extract revenge. I wanted to have Pujan do something that would really embarrass him and out of the blue, a nasty idea hit me. "Ok Pujan," I said. "I dare you to give Mayank a handjob under this table right now."

For a moment, everyone was left silent on hearing what I had said. They probably couldn't believe their ears.

"No way in hell," Pujan cried. "That's not at all fair."

"It's a dare, dude. You kissing me wasn't fair either. But I did it and you've to do this. A dare's a dare."

"Come on Neha," Garima said. "You know that's a bit too much."

"Why baby?" I asked. "You afraid your boyfriend might like Pujan's handjob more than yours?"

That was downright cruel, and I knew it. But at that moment, I just didn't care. I had been embarrassed by this bunch of losers and I wasn't going to take it lightly. No one said anything after that and in silence, Pujan gave Mayank the handjob. Actually, I wasn't sure if he had finished the job or not, but I didn't want to look. It was enough for me that Pujan had to hold his friend's cock. There was a chilly silence around the table. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, but I didn't look up. I was busy playing with my cell phone as if nothing had happened. I sensed Pujan leaning forward and spinning the bottle and I looked up only when I heard him say, "All right!" The bottle had stopped pointing towards me.

I looked at him and smirked. "So what're you gonna make me do now? Wank one of you idiots off?"

"Nope," he replied. "I have something very special in mind... and that too for myself."

I looked at him questioningly. He went on and said, "Neha, I dare you to rub your bare ass on my bare cock."

I felt like I had been hit. That came out like a bolt from the blue. I hadn't anticipated something like that. The other people at the table started to cheer and jeer. "That's right dude," Mayank said, addressing Pujan. "This bitch deserves that."

"Way to go man," Anuj said. "Super dare, man, I just can't wait to see this."

I was dumbstruck. Rub my ass on his cock, that is so crude and yuck. To this day, I wonder why I didn't just walk away from there. It was just a game of truth and dare after all; I didn't have to go through with something as insulting and degrading as that dare, even if I'd been throwing around degrading dares of my own. What could they have done had I walked away? They couldn't force me; at the most they would have stopped being my friends. Hah! Fat chance of that happening, they needed a happening friend like me more than I needed a bunch of fools like them.

[usaiha2]

But I didn't walk away that day, I don't know why. Instead, I started pleading with Pujan. "Come on Pujan, that's a bit too much. It's not fair!"

"Him giving me a handjob wasn't fair either," Mayank spoke up.

"I ain't talking to you," I told him, before turning back to the man whom I had to somehow convince. "Pujan please, can't you think of something else?"

"No Neha, I can't," he replied. "I've already made the dare, I can't change it now. That'll be against the rules. And anyway, you've been really bitchy to all of us... frankly, I don't have any sympathy for you right now."

I couldn't argue with that, I had been bitchy, but rub my ass on his cock, no way! I had to find a way out of this. Maybe if I offered him something else...

I leaned in towards Pujan and whispered in his ear. "What if instead of this, I let you kiss me for as long as you want in private? And I'll even be topless."

"Hey, no whispering," Kinjal shouted at us.

"Shut up," I shot back. "This is more than a fuckin' game now; it's between the two of us. You keep out of it."

I looked back at Pujan, pleading with my eyes. "Hmmm, I don't think that's good enough," he said. "A dare's gotta be completed in front of the other players, you can't do it in private."

"Yup, that's right," Anuj said, for which he received an icy look from me.

"Please Pujan," I pleaded and whispered again, "we both know this is more than a stupid game now. Why do you want to humiliate me in front of everyone when you can get more in private? Don't you want to kiss me and see me topless? I'll even let you feel my boobs."

"What I really want is to feel your ass on my cock," he replied out aloud, smirking again.

Shit, this is going bad. I was in a fix, pushed into a corner. I just couldn't do that dare out there, even in a relatively dark discotheque. I would be too ashamed to even see these people again. Think, think.

"Well, come on," Pujan said. "We don't have all night."

I looked over at him and that's when I decided to offer him something he couldn't refuse. Leaning back towards him, I whispered into his ear, "Ok, how about this? We go someplace private, just the two of us; I'll undress completely and rub my ass on your cock. And I'll even let you kiss me and play with my boobs. Just please don't make me do this here. I beg you."

That got him thinking. He looked at me while he ruminated over the offer. And then I saw his eyes light up, and I knew I had finally managed to convince him. Amidst shouts of protests and calls for unfairness from the others at our table, Pujan escorted me out of the discotheque...

[usaiha2]

In silence, not even looking at one another, we walked to his car. In fact, he led me there by holding my hand. Maybe he was afraid I would run away. Again, I wonder why I didn't. We got into his SUV and drove out of the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To my farmhouse," he replied.

I didn't mind that. His farmhouse would at least be private. Ordinarily, I would have been impressed by a guy driving me to his farmhouse in his SUV, but under those circumstances, I was getting increasingly fidgety, nervous and anxious. My boyfriend's face flashed before my eyes, but I quickly got rid of all thoughts of him. I knew I had to just get this over with as soon as I could. Maybe, Pujan will just cum the minute he sees me naked.

Pujan's farmhouse turned out to be a palace. Apparently, he came from a very affluent family. The one-storied farmhouse was huge by itself. But the large garden that led up to the main door made it look even more palatial. The farmhouse was located on the outskirts of our city and seemed to be deserted at that time of the night. Pujan had the keys with him and after a couple of locks were unlocked, we entered the opulent indoors of his farmhouse. And despite the situation I was in, I was amazed by the place. The insides were even more impressive. I looked around myself in awe, taking in the high chandelier, ornate fireplace and lavish seating arrangements made up of dark wooden chairs and upholstered sofas.

And then I was jolted back to reality when Pujan said, "Come on, let's go up to my room."

In silence again, we walked up the main staircase to the room where I was going to degrade myself for the pleasures of an ugly, fat guy I barely knew.

Locking the room from inside, Pujan asked me to get comfortable as he excused himself to use the loo. I sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed, awaiting his return. After a couple of minutes, I heard the flush go off and then the door opened. For a few tense moments, I stared down at the carpet while Pujan adjusted the lights and turned on the AC.

"So, how do you wanna do this?" He was standing in front of me now.

"I don't know, you tell me."

"Hmmm, well, you said you would undress completely, so let's start with that."

Saying that, he jumped up on the bed, which caused an inverse effect on me and I got up from the bed. Without looking at him – I couldn't make myself even if I wanted to – and determined to get this over with as quickly as I could, I untied my halter top and let it fall on the floor. I wasn't wearing a bra so I covered my boobs with one hand, and with the other, unbuttoned my denim skirt. While I was undressing, I had sensed and heard Pujan removing his clothes as well. And when I looked at him finally, I felt like puking.

Pujan had undressed completely and was sitting on the edge of the bed. If he had looked ugly with clothes on, without them he looked nothing but ghastly. His fat and overly bulky body was repulsive. He had big and disgusting tyres of flesh on his stomach, legs and arms, and even more disgusting male-breasts. His body had sporadic bushes of hair, which made me cringe in revulsion. And to make things worse, his dark and seemingly thick cock, jutting out from a hairy groin area, was already hard and seemed to be pointing towards me, its owner's prize.

[usaiha2]

"Come on Neha, let me see your boobs. Why are you hiding them from me? And please remove your panties too."

Pujan was sitting unashamedly and seemed oblivious of the effects his nakedness was having on me. I had been naked in front of a few men before, but never had I felt so embarrassed. For probably the first time in my life, I was feeling like I wasn't in control of the situation facing me. All through my 20-years old life, I had prided myself on my ability to take charge of my life. I had always done what I had wanted to do; even used my looks to my advantage, but that too only on my terms. I was proud of my perfect body and had felt no hesitance in showing it off during modelling assignments. I had even modelled for a well-know lingerie brand and was proud of the way I had looked. But now, for the first time, I was feeling shy. I had been humbled by Pujan and I hated him for it. It took an immense mental effort for me to pry my hand away from my boobs, lower my panties, step out of them and finally stand in front of Pujan in all my naked glory.

"Wow, you looking fuckin' awesome," he said. "Man, I feel like just staring at you nonstop."

"Yeah, please do that only," I retorted, hoping against hope.

"Ha ha," he laughed, enjoying my plight, "no way babe, you're too damn good to resist. Come here, I want to kiss you."

Like a good little slave that I was supposed to be, I obediently walked over to him and sat down beside him on the bed. And before I knew it, his big fleshy arms locked themselves around my neck and pulled me towards my tormentor. Pujan's lips felt even more xeric than before. This time, he didn't give me enough time to clamp my mouth shut and within seconds his tongue was licking the insides of my mouth. I could taste a hint of alcohol on his tongue. Involuntarily, my tongue started to move around with his, he took it as a sign of me kissing him back and his kissing got more intense. After his tongue had completed the tour of my mouth, he started chewing, biting and licking my lips. I was relieved that my mouth was free and it was then that I sensed his hands on my thighs. I could feel his grubby hands roving over my body. From my thighs, they travelled up my stomach, went behind and roamed over my back before coming up front again to settle on my boobs. Pujan's hands were big enough to completely engulf my 34C size breasts, and engulf them they did. With his two hands, he started mauling and rubbing my boobs. At the same time, his tongue had re-entered my mouth and fished out my tongue, which he was lustily sucking on now. To embrace myself, I had to place my hands on his shoulders, which again he took as a sign of my active involvement. He pulled me further towards him and started to kiss my face. My mouth, lips and chin were wet from his saliva and soon, the rest of my face was as well. Keeping my eyes closed, I let him kiss and lick my entire face and even raised my head when he moved down to my neck and shoulders. Why? Don't ask me. Instinct, I guess.

For an ugly and most probably inexperienced guy, Pujan surely was good at foreplay. His hands were back touring my body, even trying to pry open my legs at one point of time, but in vain. I was determined to keep my pussy out of his reach. While his hands felt up every part of me, his lips and tongue had kissed and licked every part of my neck, shoulders and face. He had nibbled on my ears, given me a couple of love bites on my neck and was chewing on my lips again.

[usaiha2]

After what seemed like an eternity, Pujan let go of me and fell back on the bed, exclaiming, "Wow, man, wow. You taste so fuckin' good, babe. Your skin feels like heaven. I really envy your boyfriend Vivek."

"Yeah, that's all you're ever going to do, envy him," I retorted.

"Come on, don't be a bitch. I know you enjoyed that as much as I did."

"Enjoyed it? No way, I hated every second of it," I said, wiping off his saliva from all over my face, neck and shoulders.

"Well, I don't care. I had a ball. But now it's time for the main dare, come on, my cock is all ready to feel your ass."

"Please, do I need to do that?" I asked, pleading again. "Haven't you had enough already?"

"Hey, no backing out now," he said, seemingly getting pissed. "I let you out of doing the dare in front of everyone, now you gotta do it over here."

Without uttering another sound, I got up. I didn't want him to get pissed; I knew I was in a highly vulnerable position. And that too in a huge empty farmhouse. Just do it and get it over with, I told myself again.

Pujan moved to the very edge of the bed and propped himself up on his elbows. His cock was standing to attention as I lowered myself down towards it, my back to him. I couldn't see his cock and the moment it touched my ass, I jumped up in fright. Embarrassed, I looked at him and muttered a sorry. He just smiled and steadied his cock with a hand. I lowered myself again and sat down on his cock. My weight pushed his cock down and I could feel it between my ass and his thighs. In that position, I was literally sitting on his lap. Pujan sighed in contentment and asked me to move back and forth a little. The obedient slave in me started to move forward and back, rubbing my bare ass on his bare cock, as he had dared me to. I wondered how long I would have to keep doing that. He couldn't be far off from cumming. From his moans, I could make out that Pujan was having a great time. Of course he is, this is probably the first time that a girl has even seen his rotten cock.

After a couple of minutes, I turned my head around, which caused me to fall backwards towards Pujan. To support me, probably, he raised himself and caught hold of my waist. I tried to get up, but he pulled me down and in that instance, his cock entered my pussy.

"Owww," I screamed out at the unwarranted intrusion. And then I realised what had happened. For a moment, I was too shocked to react. And in that small moment, Pujan reacted before I could and tightened his grip around my waist. I regained my senses and tried getting up, but it was a tad too late. Pujan held me down strongly, not allowing me to even move.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted at him. "Let me get up, you idiot."

"No," he said, and let out a huge sigh. "This feels too good."

[usaiha2]

"Pujan, let me go, you're inside me... this wasn't part of the dare," I said, trying to wriggle my way out.

"Wait, wait, don't move," he screamed. "You'll make me cum."

That froze me instantly. "Don't cum, you can't cum inside me, you'll get me pregnant, you fool."

"I know that, and believe me, I don't wanna knock you up and marry you either. A bitchy wife like you is the last thing I want. Just relax, let me think."

"Relax? How the fuck can I relax? And what the hell do you want to think about."

"Neha, I want to fuck you," he blurted out.

"What the hell are you saying, Pujan?" With every passing moment, I was getting more and more scared. "Please let me get up, please."

"Ok, I'll let you get up now if you let me fuck you later. Otherwise I'll just cum in you right now."
 
Once I heard that last statement, I didn't need even a minute to think about it. "Ok, you can have sex with me later on. Now please let me go."

For my own good, I probably agreed too soon. Pujan knew I was in a tight spot and he decided to leverage further on it. "Actually, technically, I'm already fucking you... so I want more."

"What do you want now? Please just let me get up."

"Not before you agree to be my girlfriend for a whole month."

That was a shocker. I can't be his girlfriend. "I already have a boyfriend," I told him.

"I know that," he said, kissing me on the back of my neck and sending a chill down my spine. "Break up with Vivek and become my girlfriend."

"I can't just become your girlfriend like that... and why do you even want me as your girlfriend. You just said you wouldn't want me as your wife."

"I just wanna fuck you, babe," he was being a little too honest, which was making me more anxious. "If you're my girlfriend, I'll be able to fuck you as and when I want. And believe me, I'll be a very good lover."

He was enjoying himself, I knew it. He knew I had no choice but to agree to his demands. I didn't even have time to negotiate; I knew he would be really close to cumming. Pujan was now sucking and licking my neck and back. He bit me there and asked, "So what do you say, Neha? Don't think so much. We'll just tell everyone that you fell in love with me and then after two or three months, we'll break up saying things didn't work out."

"Two or three months? You just said one month."