10-08-2022, 10:46 AM
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When he returned Mousumi thanked him by offering her relaxed cunt to him bending her waist… And fondling her boobs Ajay started rubbing his wife fucked cunt from behind. Seeing her awake he asked her politely…’darling I told u all my secrets …now it’s ur turn…will u mind to share your secret experience …And one thing I want to clear you…even if you tell me that you had to sleep with hundred people, I’ll never mind..rather those will excite me’
Mousumi replied… dhur…what r u saying… am I a prostitute that sleep with hundred people… I do not have any exciting experiences…
But Ajay keep requesting her to reveal any small seduction experience that most of young girl faced in their life.
Mousumi with a deep breath told him that she needs time to recall such small old incidents as at present nothing she could remember…
Saying ‘ok….sweet heart …take ur time…but try to recall something hot’… And probably imagining his wife’s pre-marital sex he was increasing the speed of his stroke in her vagina through the soft fleshes of her big buttocks. ….and releasing his cumm he fall asleep.
On the other hand Mousumi could not sleep immediately. She lost her mind in her past… what to tell to her innocent husband… which one to tell…the first incidents with her father’s friend? Who seduced her one afternoon when she was alone at home just after attaining her adulthood and later taught her everything about the secrets of human body … oh how lovely and caring he was.. who use to do the things so lovely, so softly. Remembering his hardness in her lips when she sucked her first time after becoming an expert with her bottom areas Mousumi felt her cunt wet again. Looking at her buddhu type submissive husband she thought …
else she should say about those intimate moments with her 1st boy friend in his rented house. … who lost his virginity in her cunt.
Or her seduction experiments with their boy servant whom she treated like her pet in nights on getting aroused after watching her parents love making.
Or she should say Ajay about her daring out door adventures to meet her expenditures when she was at university…. Oh my god… remembering one of those night’s shameful memory a quick cold shiver ran down through her spine when the hotel where that business man took her was raided by security officer and she had a narrow escape from being caught for prostitution …in dark taking her clothes in hands she was running with just a panty on her body.
Or about that incident on her summer vacations when she was paid enough and enjoyed by 3 guys consecutively for 1 week. With the memory of those torture full nights and days all the hairs of her body grew giving her a cold sensation. Oh my god…how brutally those 3 guy was playing and fucking her together…. Except her nostrils all her holes were blocked with those hard meats…. She had almost lost her sense many times during those nights when every time they made her awake with their warm salted urine on her face or body.
Oh …so shame …. she forgot the exact no. of bookings by those rich customers…
Or she should say about the recent incidents with her Ph.D. guide with whom she slept many nights like his slave girl that too after her marriage was fixed with Ajay.
No…no these things can’t be revealed to Ajay…these are her real secrets. For him she must think something new…softcore kind of imaginary seduction story….because secrets must be kept secret. Mrs. Mousumi Sharma the adorable college teacher can never reveal her secrets to her husband.
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Mousumi replied… dhur…what r u saying… am I a prostitute that sleep with hundred people… I do not have any exciting experiences…
But Ajay keep requesting her to reveal any small seduction experience that most of young girl faced in their life.
Mousumi with a deep breath told him that she needs time to recall such small old incidents as at present nothing she could remember…
Saying ‘ok….sweet heart …take ur time…but try to recall something hot’… And probably imagining his wife’s pre-marital sex he was increasing the speed of his stroke in her vagina through the soft fleshes of her big buttocks. ….and releasing his cumm he fall asleep.
On the other hand Mousumi could not sleep immediately. She lost her mind in her past… what to tell to her innocent husband… which one to tell…the first incidents with her father’s friend? Who seduced her one afternoon when she was alone at home just after attaining her adulthood and later taught her everything about the secrets of human body … oh how lovely and caring he was.. who use to do the things so lovely, so softly. Remembering his hardness in her lips when she sucked her first time after becoming an expert with her bottom areas Mousumi felt her cunt wet again. Looking at her buddhu type submissive husband she thought …
else she should say about those intimate moments with her 1st boy friend in his rented house. … who lost his virginity in her cunt.
Or her seduction experiments with their boy servant whom she treated like her pet in nights on getting aroused after watching her parents love making.
Or she should say Ajay about her daring out door adventures to meet her expenditures when she was at university…. Oh my god… remembering one of those night’s shameful memory a quick cold shiver ran down through her spine when the hotel where that business man took her was raided by security officer and she had a narrow escape from being caught for prostitution …in dark taking her clothes in hands she was running with just a panty on her body.
Or about that incident on her summer vacations when she was paid enough and enjoyed by 3 guys consecutively for 1 week. With the memory of those torture full nights and days all the hairs of her body grew giving her a cold sensation. Oh my god…how brutally those 3 guy was playing and fucking her together…. Except her nostrils all her holes were blocked with those hard meats…. She had almost lost her sense many times during those nights when every time they made her awake with their warm salted urine on her face or body.
Oh …so shame …. she forgot the exact no. of bookings by those rich customers…
Or she should say about the recent incidents with her Ph.D. guide with whom she slept many nights like his slave girl that too after her marriage was fixed with Ajay.
No…no these things can’t be revealed to Ajay…these are her real secrets. For him she must think something new…softcore kind of imaginary seduction story….because secrets must be kept secret. Mrs. Mousumi Sharma the adorable college teacher can never reveal her secrets to her husband.
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