27-04-2019, 02:36 PM
FOR THE BETTERMENT OF MY WIFE
PART1
My wife Manju and I were high college sweet hearts. We used to stay in the same residential area and used to meet at every social function in the locality. I knew her from my kinder garden college. Our parents new each other very well and they were “neighbors turned to friends”. Over the years the bond between us increased gradually. Now, Manju is not only my love but also my best friend. We understand each other very well and I have a very clear idea of her likes and dislikes. Our marriage was successful at first because I knew how to make her happy and she always allowed me to decide what’s good for her. She trusted me more than her life. Things changed when we found out that our first child Chinki (now 9 years) was mentally handicapped. We were struggling to cope with the situation when another disaster hit us. Two years back our second child Pinku died in a terrible bus accident while returning from college with Manju. Manju could not handle the pain and her nervous break down started occurring frequently. But I took help from the best doctors of the city and help her to get out from that situation. But frustration was her biggest problem. She completely lost interest in life. She was loosing weights and her health was deteriorating day by day. Once she even tried to commit suicide but luckily her attempt was unsuccessful.
I tried every possible ways I could found to make her happy and bringing back her interest in life. Sex between us was very irregular. She lost interest in sex too.
Last year, a friend of mine was visiting from Bangalore and was staying with us for few days. His wife remained at home, far away. Actually he was transferred from Bangalore head quarter of our office to our city branch. He was staying with us and searching for a good rented apartment near our area. One evening we all went out to dinner. Manju, was dressed in a long blue kurta over white tight round payjama over her sexy slender body. I knew she wore a white lace bra, the outlines of which just peeked out from beautiful tight kurta encasing her incompressible hemispherical breasts. All throughout dinner I could tell that my friend was absolutely charmed by her looks. He seemed particularly fond of Manju's attention in his conversation. My friend from Bangalore was also a very good looking and handsome man. On that night, something was keeping my wife excited too. My friend was certainly not above stealing glances down her top and at her lovely mounds. Every time I saw him doing so it, sent electricity to my groin. Not only that, internally I was very happy when I saw that my frustrated wife was enjoying and having some fun after a very long time.
I had an idea! The last few years were like a long nightmare to us. Our sexual life was boring and dull. “Let’s take the help of this welcoming situation”, I thought in my mind. I then started to think how will she react if I propose Manju to be his bed partner for tonight? When my friend got up from the table to go to the gents room, I leaned over to Manju and said that how would she like to put her pink saree to work in night like old days?" She got a big smile on her face and said,” no no! Not tonight, no chance! ." I replied “not for me! “WHAT” Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. She was speechless. She had understood what I meant. She had insisted to buy that very expensive shear pink saree from Mumbai 10 years back. I agreed with the condition that every time she wears it she would let me fuck her as per my wish. She could wear it 3-4 times in the last 10 years or so. It was still in the pack like a brand new saree.
Before she could answer, my friend returned. We ordered ice cream and I found god was helpful to me that night because Manju gathered up some nerve and decided to spice up the conversation responding to the excitements of life. "How you are going to live so long without your wife! ”she asked seductively. My friend little amazed didn't know what to say. I laughed and said looking in her eyes that it was unfortunate that we do not have assistance here. Unmistakably our mind was conveying through eyes.
When we later got up my friend deliberately let her move ahead and lustily watched her beautiful wide hips below narrow waist as she moved through the door.
We arrived home at 11 pm. My friend asked if we could wake him up early so that he could run some preparations in the morning for his day’s meeting. Manju said sure, she would take care of it. We all took our turns in the bathroom and prepared for bed. My friend made mention of how comfortably he had slept the previous night and that the old wood big bed was quite a nice change. Manju suddenly said "but it squeaks.” My friend shot a glance at me. "I am a silent sleeper!”, I answered quickly. Getting a nasty idea he blushed and smiled at her.
I went into our bedroom and Manju followed. I decided to push her on it. "Well….now are you ready for it?” I asked her seductively. She knew what I meant and her heart began racing. She was terribly excited that night after a long time. A twinkle in her eye had accepted that. I went to her and held her hand. It was cold and damp. A confused look crossed her pretty face. It was now or never for me, so taking a deep breath I slipped my spare hand onto her payjama, racking the fabric, tracing the cleft of her trim little bottom. It was hot, pulpy and soaked. Trying to hide her condition, she tried to pull away, but I had her in a tighter grip by then. In my best ' Masterful voice,' I asked her just how badly he has agitated her, burrowing my finger hard into the crease at the back of her payjama. Holding my breath, I whispered in her ear " please pink saree for him!. "Unable to sustain any more, without a word Manju went to the closet and got it. She unbuttoned her kurta, moved it up and then I saw her wearing a matching pink blouse slowly dropping her bra over her breast. She then unfastens her payjama and peeled it to floor. I could understand that below her pink blouse her nipples were now fully erect. She had complete intoxicated eyes, heavy from what I had filled in her mind. I was getting harder and harder too. She was shaking slightly. Looking at her while she was being ready to sleep with another man, was too much for me. I reached between her legs and again felt her female heat. She would be too much for any man to resist, but I restrained myself. Her full bosoms in saree were visible like moon mounds. Little shaky and moving little away she whispered, "please! " I responded by giving her a deep wet kiss, caressing her wide sexy mounds, turning her around to face the door and giving her a gentle push and murmured huskily "have all the fun and give him the best of you.” She turned her head and looked towards our daughter Chinki who was sleeping on our bed. I understood her concern and signaled her through my eyes that I will watch her. Actually our daughter needs help every time she goes to toilet and because she was mentally handicapped we never kept her alone. We had one lady attendant to take care of her in the day time.
Manju turned the door handle with unsteady hands and went out into the hall. She crept down the lobby to the guest room door, not looking at me knocked gently on the door.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
PART1
My wife Manju and I were high college sweet hearts. We used to stay in the same residential area and used to meet at every social function in the locality. I knew her from my kinder garden college. Our parents new each other very well and they were “neighbors turned to friends”. Over the years the bond between us increased gradually. Now, Manju is not only my love but also my best friend. We understand each other very well and I have a very clear idea of her likes and dislikes. Our marriage was successful at first because I knew how to make her happy and she always allowed me to decide what’s good for her. She trusted me more than her life. Things changed when we found out that our first child Chinki (now 9 years) was mentally handicapped. We were struggling to cope with the situation when another disaster hit us. Two years back our second child Pinku died in a terrible bus accident while returning from college with Manju. Manju could not handle the pain and her nervous break down started occurring frequently. But I took help from the best doctors of the city and help her to get out from that situation. But frustration was her biggest problem. She completely lost interest in life. She was loosing weights and her health was deteriorating day by day. Once she even tried to commit suicide but luckily her attempt was unsuccessful.
I tried every possible ways I could found to make her happy and bringing back her interest in life. Sex between us was very irregular. She lost interest in sex too.
Last year, a friend of mine was visiting from Bangalore and was staying with us for few days. His wife remained at home, far away. Actually he was transferred from Bangalore head quarter of our office to our city branch. He was staying with us and searching for a good rented apartment near our area. One evening we all went out to dinner. Manju, was dressed in a long blue kurta over white tight round payjama over her sexy slender body. I knew she wore a white lace bra, the outlines of which just peeked out from beautiful tight kurta encasing her incompressible hemispherical breasts. All throughout dinner I could tell that my friend was absolutely charmed by her looks. He seemed particularly fond of Manju's attention in his conversation. My friend from Bangalore was also a very good looking and handsome man. On that night, something was keeping my wife excited too. My friend was certainly not above stealing glances down her top and at her lovely mounds. Every time I saw him doing so it, sent electricity to my groin. Not only that, internally I was very happy when I saw that my frustrated wife was enjoying and having some fun after a very long time.
I had an idea! The last few years were like a long nightmare to us. Our sexual life was boring and dull. “Let’s take the help of this welcoming situation”, I thought in my mind. I then started to think how will she react if I propose Manju to be his bed partner for tonight? When my friend got up from the table to go to the gents room, I leaned over to Manju and said that how would she like to put her pink saree to work in night like old days?" She got a big smile on her face and said,” no no! Not tonight, no chance! ." I replied “not for me! “WHAT” Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. She was speechless. She had understood what I meant. She had insisted to buy that very expensive shear pink saree from Mumbai 10 years back. I agreed with the condition that every time she wears it she would let me fuck her as per my wish. She could wear it 3-4 times in the last 10 years or so. It was still in the pack like a brand new saree.
Before she could answer, my friend returned. We ordered ice cream and I found god was helpful to me that night because Manju gathered up some nerve and decided to spice up the conversation responding to the excitements of life. "How you are going to live so long without your wife! ”she asked seductively. My friend little amazed didn't know what to say. I laughed and said looking in her eyes that it was unfortunate that we do not have assistance here. Unmistakably our mind was conveying through eyes.
When we later got up my friend deliberately let her move ahead and lustily watched her beautiful wide hips below narrow waist as she moved through the door.
We arrived home at 11 pm. My friend asked if we could wake him up early so that he could run some preparations in the morning for his day’s meeting. Manju said sure, she would take care of it. We all took our turns in the bathroom and prepared for bed. My friend made mention of how comfortably he had slept the previous night and that the old wood big bed was quite a nice change. Manju suddenly said "but it squeaks.” My friend shot a glance at me. "I am a silent sleeper!”, I answered quickly. Getting a nasty idea he blushed and smiled at her.
I went into our bedroom and Manju followed. I decided to push her on it. "Well….now are you ready for it?” I asked her seductively. She knew what I meant and her heart began racing. She was terribly excited that night after a long time. A twinkle in her eye had accepted that. I went to her and held her hand. It was cold and damp. A confused look crossed her pretty face. It was now or never for me, so taking a deep breath I slipped my spare hand onto her payjama, racking the fabric, tracing the cleft of her trim little bottom. It was hot, pulpy and soaked. Trying to hide her condition, she tried to pull away, but I had her in a tighter grip by then. In my best ' Masterful voice,' I asked her just how badly he has agitated her, burrowing my finger hard into the crease at the back of her payjama. Holding my breath, I whispered in her ear " please pink saree for him!. "Unable to sustain any more, without a word Manju went to the closet and got it. She unbuttoned her kurta, moved it up and then I saw her wearing a matching pink blouse slowly dropping her bra over her breast. She then unfastens her payjama and peeled it to floor. I could understand that below her pink blouse her nipples were now fully erect. She had complete intoxicated eyes, heavy from what I had filled in her mind. I was getting harder and harder too. She was shaking slightly. Looking at her while she was being ready to sleep with another man, was too much for me. I reached between her legs and again felt her female heat. She would be too much for any man to resist, but I restrained myself. Her full bosoms in saree were visible like moon mounds. Little shaky and moving little away she whispered, "please! " I responded by giving her a deep wet kiss, caressing her wide sexy mounds, turning her around to face the door and giving her a gentle push and murmured huskily "have all the fun and give him the best of you.” She turned her head and looked towards our daughter Chinki who was sleeping on our bed. I understood her concern and signaled her through my eyes that I will watch her. Actually our daughter needs help every time she goes to toilet and because she was mentally handicapped we never kept her alone. We had one lady attendant to take care of her in the day time.
Manju turned the door handle with unsteady hands and went out into the hall. She crept down the lobby to the guest room door, not looking at me knocked gently on the door.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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