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Freeing my friend’s ex-wife


Flashback…

I first met the newly married couple, Shoumik and Bandita when we were looking for someone to do transcription work. They had just moved to Bangalore from Siliguri in West Bengal.

Shoumik was young, full of dreams and enthusiasm. We decided to invest in the young man — lacking experience but with drive that could help us grow the division.

Bandita had accompanied Shoumik to every meeting, waiting patiently in the waiting are while he attended meeting after meeting, interview after interview.

After he came onboard, she became a regular at every team get-together and party. They were an absolutely adorable couple. Obviously head-over-heels in love with each other, what was endearing was how they just seemed to complete one another — always by each other’s side, always supportive.

They called me “Dada”, which means father or father-figure in Bengali, and older brother in Marathi. They claimed I had given him the biggest break in his career and was like a father figure to them. It was cute to hear them call me “Dada”. I was rooting for this endearing couple and hoping Shoumik would be able to take his chances and grow with the company.

During one such party, they’d both had one too many to drink and stayed over at my place. For close to three hours that night, I heard her screams and moans of pleasure — the tell-tale sounds of the young husband and his beautiful young wife having sex. Evidently, he fucked her more than once that night — I counted three “Aaaaaahhhhhhh” grunts from him, suggesting he had cum at least three times. She was vocal through the night, moaning and mumbling in Bengali, groaning loudly and screaming in pleasure.

In those days, I was romantically involved with a trainee in my department. And yet, I couldn’t help wondering where he had cum — if he had creamed his wife’s pussy trying for a baby, or whether he preferred her ass or did he like her to give him blowjobs.

I forgot about the incident in the weeks, months and years that followed. She would be there at every social gathering with Shoumik and always was pleasant company. I should have suspected something was amiss when they both deactivated their social media accounts. However, whenever we would meet at social gatherings, everything seemed the same as before and I didn’t give it much thought.

Four years had passed since they joined the team. My relationship with the intern had long ended and I was now enjoying Priya, a horny colleague who had just been dumped by her fiancee just before her wedding and thought sex with me without any commitments was thebangutic in getting over the trauma of a broken marriage.

I was moments away from creaming her pussy for the third time that night when the phone rang at around 2 am.

“Do you know a Bandita Shoumik Chatterjee?” the caller asked after I had confirmed my identity.

“Yes, she’s the wife of one of my colleagues,” I replied.

“Sir, can you come down to Leela Hospital? She has just been admitted here.”

“What?” I said, surprised, “What happened? Is Shoumik there? Can I speak with him?”

“No sir, his phone is unreachable. We found your business card in her purse and it had your mobile number hand written on it under ’emergency’. So we called you.”

“I will be right there,” I said.

It was now 10 am the following morning. Bandita had woken up from her sedatives an hour ago and was now crying uncontrollably, reliving the recent past.

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“Don’t say things like that Bandita,” I said when she was cursing her nickname for her sorry state.

“I don’t know what else to say Dada,” she said, “I lost everything and have no reason to live.”

“Where’s Shoumik?” I asked.

“Probably with his new girlfriend,” she replied looking down.

“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. That’s when she vented out her story.

She was only 19 when she met Shoumik, who had just graduated from her college. A whirlwind and intense romance followed. Though she wanted to be a virgin till her wedding day, he seduced her into pre-marital sex.

After six months of fucking her almost on a daily basis, he proposed and she agreed. With opposition from both families, the couple decided to elope. They moved to Bangalore to make a fresh start in a new place. Madly in love, they couldn’t have enough of each other.

After he got the job with our company, they decided to try for a baby. They’d fuck at all times of the day and night. “We even spent the whole night fucking in your house,” she said bringing back memories of the night when I heard her moan and scream with orgasm after orgasm.

Bandita finally got pregnant after trying for about three months and then had a late stage miscarriage. The doctor said pregnancy wasn’t safe for her. But Shoumik was determined to have a baby.

He kept creaming her pussy once or twice everyday trying for a baby. When her second pregnancy ended in a miscarriage too, the doctor advised her not to try again and to consider a hysterectomy. But Shoumik would have none of it.

When her third pregnancy also ended in a miscarriage, she finally decided to go through with the surgery without her husband’s consent. When he eventually found out, they had a major show down. He hit her for the first time that day. Over the days and weeks that followed, he became increasingly violent towards her and seemed to lose all sexual interest in her.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, she hadn’t stopped lactating since her third miscarriage and he claimed that her leaking breasts disgusted him.

Yesterday, she had returned home early from the fashion boutique that she worked at and found him in their bed fucking another woman. From the cum stains all around them, it wasn’t their first round that day. The way they were wrapped around each other and the way he fucked her, it was clear to Bandita that it was way more than just sex.

She watched him till he creamed the other girl’s pussy and told her he loved. Bandita finally walked out totally brokenhearted. She had sat in a restaurant crying till it was closing time and then slit both her wrists in the restaurant’s restroom. The staff had found her and rushed her to the hospital. And now she was blaming herself and her name for her fate.

“I am fat now,” she said, “not like before. The medicines I had to take after my pregnancies made me put on weight. And then there’s the lactation that won’t stop.” As she said this, I appraised her. To my eyes, she looked voluptuously curvy, not fat. She continued, “After the surgery, when he lost whatever little interest he had in me, I thought it was only because of my weight gain and the lactation. I am not beautiful anymore, I can’t have a baby, I can’t make my husband happy. Why should I even bother to live Dada?”

“None of this is your fault, you hear me?” I said sternly. “You couldn’t help the miscarriages nor their side effects. It was only safe for you to get the surgery done. It’s his loss. And trust me, whatever happens, happens for a reason. It’s obvious to me now that he never deserved you.”

We spoke for hours and the disgust I felt for Shoumik only grew the more she vented. Priya and I spent hours with Bandita through her stay in the hospital, helping her recover. We stayed in touch and met at least once a week to make sure she wasn’t having any more suicidal ideas. A month later, Priya got engaged and then got married. Bandita and I stayed in touch till I had to go to Hong Kong on work for about three months.

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“Dada, can you come over?” Bandita said on the phone. I had just returned from Hong Kong last night. Today was Holi, the festival of color and when Bandita called me, she woke me up from a jet-lagged sleep.

“Of course I can,” I replied, “is everything ok?” In reply, I heard her sob.

“No Dada,” she said, “I want to die.”

“Stop talking like that and stay on the phone with me,” I said, picking up my car keys and heading out the door in my tracks and tee-shirt, not wanting to waste any time in changing, etc. I talked to her through the 30 minute drive to her place. I found her sitting on the porch, covered in Holi colors, tears streaming down her face.

I didn’t have the heart to say Happy Holi to her. During the drive, she had told me that a few friends had dropped over for Holi. She had tried to be happy and enjoy the occasion with them when a few of them got a message on WhatsApp. It was a digital invitation of Shoumik’s upcoming wedding with the woman Bandita had caught him in bed with.

I had known that Shoumik and Bandita had decided to get a divorce. Since I was in Hong Kong, I had missed the developments over the past few months. Evidently, the divorce had got finalized last week and he had wasted no time in announcing his second wedding.

Bandita was totally shattered. Somewhere at the back of her mind, she’d harbored some hope that he would eventually tire of his new girlfriend, that true love would survive and he would return to her some day. This was now the final nail in the coffin and her spirit had just broken.

As I parked the car and walked up to her, she stood up and led the way into the house. She fetched me water as I sat down in the sofa and then she sat down next to me.

“What am I going to do Dada?” she finally asked after a long awkward silence.

“You are going to find yourself and start a new life, ok? I replied.

“That’s easy for you to say,” she replied.

“You can be whatever you want Bandita,” I said turning to face her, “Listen to me… you are not defined by an ugly past.”

“You don’t know how hard it is for an unattractive, fat, lactating divorcee,” she said shaking her head, “Since he moved out, I have tried. It’s not like I have just been sitting here waiting for him. I have signed up on dating and matrimony sites, I have flirted with guys at work even. Not one person has shown even the slightest interest. If anything, I see pity in their eyes. It’s easy for you to say start over, but nobody wants m….” she choked and wasn’t able to complete her sentence, breaking down in tears.

“Shhhhhh…..” I said, holding her and that was my mistake, if you could call it that. I have always been attracted to curvy women. Lactation has always turned me on. Part of the reason I chose to stay single is that I didn’t see myself as a relationship type of person after Shalu — the woman I had my longest relationship with.

Perpetually horny, physical contact with a woman I consider attractive gives me an automatic boner. As I held Bandita, her full breasts pressed against my chest and I couldn’t help the stirring in my pants. I didn’t realize I was wearing my tracks. Bandita noticed the erection causing a little tent in my tracks and pulled back, surprised.

“Dada!?!?!” she exclaimed, her eyes going from my crotch to my face.

“I am sorry,” I said embarrassed at being caught, “I couldn’t help it.”

“You find me attractive?” she seemed more shocked than outraged.

“From the day I first saw you,” I said nodding in an embarrassed way.

“But you have been so nice to us…”

“I am not a family breaker Bandita,” I said interrupting her. “Just because I find you attractive I would never try to seduce you when you were happily married. I am not like that.”

“But why would you find me attractive? I am fat and ugly.”

“You are many things, but fat and ugly are not you. You are a beautiful woman any man would be lucky to have. You are strong and you — I maintain — you can do whatever you set your eyes on.” I said trying to steer the conversation away from my boner. It was a bad choice of words because her eyes promptly went to my erection.

“Do you want me?” she said, reaching out and touching my growing erection over my tracks.

“Bandi….” I said, stopping her, “don’t do something you will regret.”

“Regret? I have craved to be wanted for over a year. I have wanted to be loved even longer than that. I am trapped in the past Dada, I can’t get free from Shoumik.” she said, her eyes almost pleading, “Set me free Dada… if you really want me, take me.”

In reply, I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. Her mouth opened instinctively and her tongue found mine… “mmmmmmmmm… mmmmmmmm….” she moaned as she kissed me hungrily.

Instinctively, my hand reached for a boob and squeezed, making Bandita moan. Reaching behind her, I untied her blouse and took it off. Her bra followed while I continued kissing her hungrily. As I was untying her blouse, she reached into my tracks and started stroking my shaft.

“Dada,” she moaned when we paused for a breath, “you are so big and hard.”

“That’s because you are so beautiful and sexy Bandi,” I said licking the Holi colors off her face and caressing one naked boob under her saree pallu.

“Dada, you are making me wet,” she moaned as I licked her entire face before returning to her mouth and tongue. By now, both her breasts were in my hands and I squeezed them as we kissed hungrily. It didn’t take much for Bandita to lose her inhibitions. Her pent up sexual hunger came took over and she kissed me with as much intensity as I kissed her. With our tongues wrestling, I pinched her already hard nipples, making her squeal with pleasure.

She finally broke the kiss and smiled, “I have ached for this so long Dada,” she said getting off the couch and straightening the pallu of her saree. Grabbing my hand, she made me stand up and led me to the bedroom.

“Do you really want me Dada?” she asked.

“Oh God yes, Bandita,” I said unable to tear my eyes off her full breasts and her nipples visible through the sheer fabric of the pallu covering them, “But even more that that, I want to taste you.”

“Taste me? My milk?” She asked astonished that a guy could be turned on by her lactating breasts.

“All of you…your mouth, every inch of your body that I find extremely sexy, the heaven between your legs and yes, your milk too.” I replied honestly.

“Really? You want to suck it out of my breasts?” she asked astonished, “I want you to take me in any way you want to, Dada, please. I need to feel wanted, desired and loved.”

I pulled her pallu exposing her full breasts. In spite of being full of milk, they were not sagging, they were creamy and firm with her nipples set high and proud. Instinctively, her hands covered her boobs. I pulled her saree off and tossed it on the floor. Laying her down on her back, I grabbed her hands and moved them aside, admiring her hard perky nipples. There was some Holi color sprinkled on her breasts.

“Wow Bandi,” I said admiring her full breasts and curvy nakedness above the waist, “I want you so bad.” Bending down, I first licked the Holi colors off her belly and proceeded to kiss and lick her all over her belly. I licked her navel and probed it with my tongue, making Bandita moan. I kissed and licked her right to the edge of the petticoat. Hungry for her breasts, I next turned my attention to them, licking the Holi colors off both her breasts before taking one hard nipple in my mouth. She groaned in pleasure as I sucked her hard.

“Aaaaahhhhhh,” Bandita moaned, grabbing my hair and pulled me to her as I sucked her hungrily. While I took turns licking, sucking and biting it, I reached down and untied her petticoat. Sliding my hand inside, I started stroking her pussy over her panties. Within a minute or so, I felt the first drop of milk trickle out and into my mouth.

“Oh maaaa….” Bandi groaned as her milk flooded my mouth and I sucked her like a baby, drinking her warm, delicious milk.

“Wow! Bandi…you’re just too yummy,” I moaned into her nipple, feeling her panties start to moisten.

“You really like it, Dada?” Bandi asked between moans as her body squirmed under me.

“Oh God yes, you’re just incredibly delicious. You don’t mind me drinking your milk do you?”

“Mind? You are making me so wet. I wished Shoumik would want to milk me, but he didn’t. I would like you to empty both of them if you want to,” she said, pressing my head into her boob.

I sucked on both her nipples one by one. For close to half an hour I milked her divine tits. Somewhere along the way, she pulled my tracks and underwear down and started stroking my shaft. Somewhere along the way, my hand slid inside her panties and a couple fingers entered her. I started moving my fingers in and out of her, while rubbing her clit with my thumb, continuing to feed off her breasts.

She kept moaning and thrusting her hips in rhythm with my fingers, that were going gradually faster and faster. When her orgasm hit, she screamed and shook, bringing back memories of the night at my place when I had heard her scream over and over with erotic pleasure.

“Oh Dada,” she moaned as her orgasm started subsiding, “you have no idea how long I have ached for this.”

“I am far from done Bandi…” I replied, “I am going to enjoy you all day, if you will let me.”

“I am all yours Dada,” she replied with a contented smile, licking her lips.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I licked her cum off my fingers, “Yummy,” I said winking at her and making her blush. “I want to eat you till you cum in my mouth. I want to taste you right out of your pussy.”

“Oh God Dada, Soumik hated going down on me” she groaned, “would you really want to eat me?”

In reply, I pulled her panties down and took them off, admiring her glistening shaved pussy. Spread her legs wide, I bent down and bit her in the groin, mere inches from her opening. Bandita shrieked with pleasure. I sucked and bit into her groin on either side of her pussy, driving her wild. She kept trying to push her pussy towards my mouth, but I sucked, licked and kissed her all around.

“Don’t torture me Dada,” she begged.

Finally, I relented and licked her all along her slit before focusing my attention on her swollen clit. I licked it with fast strokes of my tongue before closing my lips around it and sucking.

“Ummmmmmmmm” Bandita moaned, her lips pursed and eyes closed. She was gushing with juices and I licked them right out of her pussy, sliding my tongue deep into her to suck up her nectar.

“Oh maaaaaa!!!!!!!” She screamed and came for a second time after I ate her for about fifteen minutes, flooding my mouth with her delicious cum. I ate her right through her orgasm, making it last.

“WOW! Dada!!!!” she panted after her orgasm passed, “you are incredible.”

“No Bandi, you are,” I said, “I could eat you all day if you will feed me that incredibly delicious cum out of your pussy.”

“Really?” she asked, “you like my cum so much?”

“You have no idea,” I said reaching up and squeezing her boobs and nipples and taking her pussy back in my mouth and sliding my tongue into her.

After a few minutes, her boobs started leaking again and she exploded in my mouth with yet another orgasm.

“Maaaaaaaa….aaaaahhhhhhhh….wow!” she said panting once the orgasm passed. “Shoumik hated to eat me, he hated my breasts too after they started lactating” she said pulling my face up from her pussy and making me look into her flushed face and her gorgeous eyes. “He said it was disgusting. I can’t believe you enjoy the two things he hated.”

“He doesn’t know what heavenly treasures he missed out on Bandita,” I said honestly licking her trickling cum off her pussy. “I could just keep eating you and milking you all day long.”

“Later,” she promised, “I want to feel you inside me now….please.” she said, guiding my shaft to her opening and rubbing it against her wetness.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh,” she groaned as I entered her, burying myself to the hilt in her tight and smoldering hot pussy. “You are huge Dada! I can feel you so deep inside me.”

She was tight around my shaft as I started moving in and out of her, sucking in her tits and milking them hungrily.

“Jore…aro jore” she moaned, urging me to go faster and harder. As I picked up the tempo, she kept asking me to go faster and harder till my shaft was pounding her like a piston.

“I am cumming again Dada, don’t stop,” she groaned. I was so close to cumming myself, but I didn’t want this to end yet. I also wanted her to cum in my mouth, so I stopped.

Pulling out of her, I took her pussy in my mouth again, eating her till she came…her honey gushing in my mouth. By the time she was done, I had recovered from the brink of cumming myself. I entered her again and resumed milking her. When I came close to cumming, I pulled out again and ate her till I was ready to pound her pussy again.

Before that day, I had never lasted beyond 5-10 minutes during the first round of fucking. The every subsequent time always lasts longer. But using the breaks while I ate and milked her as recovery time, I fucked, milked and ate her for close to half an hour. She came twice and each time my mouth was there to eat her cum right off her gushing pussy.

“Bas Dada, kitna khaoge?” (enough Dada, how much will you eat me?) she asked gasping for breath.

“Oh fuck Bandi…..” I groaned, “you are just incredible. I just don’t want this to end.”

“I don’t want it to end either Dada, but I want your cum inside me….please cum in me,” she begged. This time, I didn’t pull out, but kept drilling her, even when I was close to cumming.

“Oh God Bandi, you are so tight. I am going to cum,” I groaned, moments away from my climax.

“Wait for me Dada, please wait for me,” she moaned and groaned, thrusting her hips to my rhythm while I pounded her and sucked her tits. It was hard to hold on, but I kept slamming her, knowing that she’d already had a hysterectomy and there was no risk of pregnancy. She was thrusting her hips, her eyes closed, lips pursed, her hands tightly gripping the bed sheet.

“Nowwwwwwwwwwww……oh maaaaaaaaaaa……” she screamed, grabbed my butt, pulled me into her, and exploded all around my shaft. As her pussy muscles contracted and sucked my shaft, I exploded, filling her will load after load of my cum.

I collapsed on her once spent. We lay that way, my limp cock still inside her, caressing each others’ bodies. Her silky smooth skin against me was pure sexual electricity and I kissed her lovingly.

“That night when you stayed at my place,” I said, “I heard you moan and scream through the night and thought Shoumik was one lucky dude. Now I know what a fool he was. You are far more incredible than I could have ever imagined.”

“Stop teasing this fat girl,” she said, mock slapping my arm.

“Not teasing at all,” I said, panting into her neck, “You aren’t fat. Your curves make you even more sexy than you were before. I could fuck you all day and then all night and still not have enough.”

“Liar,” she said, biting my ear.

“I will prove it to you,” I said into her pretty eyes.

Over the next 24 hours, I fucked her six more times, creaming her pussy each time. When I my shaft wasn’t inside her fucking her pussy, I was either eating her to orgasm after orgasm or feeding on her milk.

Like the first time, I kept pulling out from the brink of cumming and ate her or milked her till the need to explode passed.

She enjoyed feeding me — from both her boobs and her pussy. Just the way her orgasms got me hard, me eating and milking her seemed to turn her on. We didn’t get a wink of sleep that night and by the time the sun rose the next day, we were both beyond exhausted.

“Bas Dada,” she groaned after I came inside her, “I will die.”

“I just want to keep fucking you, eating you and milking you Bandi…”

“I believe you,” she said panting heavily, “but leave something for another day.”

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I ate, fucked and milked her at every opportunity for the next few months. We spent hours and days in bed, doing absolutely nothing but fucking. Neither of us seemed to get enough of the other. The more I fucked her, the more I wanted to fuck her. Eventually, one day she told me that one of her colleagues seemed to have a crush on her.

“It was just a matter of time Bandi…” I said undressing her and pulling her to me, “I knew you would find someone who truly appreciates you.”

“I doubt, anyone can ‘appreciate’ me sexually the way you have these past few months.” she said putting aerial quotes around the ‘appreciate’ as she spoke, “just the thought of your mouth on my nipples makes them leak now, just thought of you eating me makes me wet.”

“Well, you can call me anytime,” I said with a wink bending down and taking a naked nipple in my mouth. It erupted as I sucked it, her milk flooding my mouth. Gulping it down, I added, “as long as you let me eat you and milk you to a few orgasms at least.”

“I will hold you to that promise,” she said, leading me to the bed. It was Friday evening and we stayed awake through Friday night, took a few hours nap on Saturday. Fucked through Saturday and Saturday night. Napped for a few hours on Sunday and fucked right through Sunday and Sunday night. By the time she left on Monday morning, her pussy was dripping cum, every inch of her body was sore and she could barely walk. That was the most intense weekend of incessant fucking she and I had — I guess because both of us felt this could be the last time we did it.

I did fuck Bandi on three more occasions after that weekend. But those are different stories for another time. She’s now happily married a second time and hasn’t taken me up on my offer. That probably means that her second husband treats her well in every respect. I sure hope he does.

THE END
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