Adultery A Marital Massage by joru ka ghulam

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A Marital Massage

My name is Sulochana Kanolkar. I am 26 years old. Though I am educated, as I came from a very poor rural family, I had to get married to a well to do middle aged businessman of 57 years. My husband's name is Babanrao Kanolkar. I am an average looking woman - very fair, long hair, about 5' 6" in height, a figure of 34 - 27 - 38 and good skin texture etc. Being a rural woman I am rather very strong, but, conservative in nature and always dressed in sarees.

I was a virgin when we were married and my husband Babanrao took my virginity on our wedding night. Though his penis is very normal in size - just a five inch thin one, I had cried and bled a lot, when my hymen was broken by him. But I got over it. Over the next few weeks, he had sex with me - whenever he wished. I am very shy during sex. But as I was so innocent and fresh, the more he looked at me, he slowly developed an obsession. His obsession was to watch a very big built man with an extremely large sized penis, have sex with me very very roughly! This obsession of his grew and grew to a point, that he simply could think of nothing - except to watch that scene in his mind. He knew that being a very conservative girl from a rural family, I would simply not agree to fulfilling his obsessions. But yet, his obsession grew and everytime he thought about it, his penis would get erect! He developed a plan . . . . . .

Slowly, he started renting pornographic video movies and began making me watch them along with him, during nights - to expose to me the sexual activities that people were taking pleasure in around the world. Though I was not comfortable watching porn, yet, just to please him, I watched them. He then broached upon the subject of bringing another man to our bedroom to have sex with me. I was shocked and completely refused. Over the next few weeks, he kept on asking me and pleading with me to agree. Yet I kept on refusing him. One day in the market, He came across a vegetable vendor - who caught his attention. He was almost 6' 4 " tall, dark, massively built physique and had a mustache and a beard. He reminded him of his obsession for me. He knew that he had found the man for me.

But, the problem was now to convince me and him too! Gradually, he started regularly buying vegetables from him and befriended him. The man's name was Hardayal Singh. He was from U.P. My husband Babanrao, asked him out for drinks and got to know him better. He gathered that Hardayal was married but, as his wife was staying in his village, he was yearning for sex. My husband Babanrao, slowly revealed to him over the next few weeks, his obsession and even showed my snaps to him. He got excited looking at my snap and told him that he was more than willing to take my vagina roughly. Both of them drew a plan . . . . .

That night once again My husband Babanrao, brought up the topic with me. When I refused as usual, he pleaded with me, that atleast I should fulfill my obsession in another smaller way. I asked him how. He told me, that he had come across a professional masseur for ladies. He told me that he would be satisfied to some degree, if I atleast allowed that man to give myself, a body massage. I was very hesitant. He told me that as he would be with me, when he was massaging me, there would be no problem. As I had been pestered by him everyday, for almost two months, I finally agreed. He arranged for us to have Hardayal Singh, to come to our house on Saturday night.