18-10-2021, 03:59 PM
My Slutty Wife Mansi by Rohan
All credit to original author
Hello readers this is Rohan from new mumbai. This is the first time that I am telling you the story that really changed my life. This story is dedicated to all the ladies of mumbai. Do tell me how u find the story.
After 2 years of marriage, my wife, mansi and I, were facing disaster. We both enjoyed each other’s company, and most of the big things; career, finances, and family, were not an issue. We decided long ago not to have kids, so we could concentrate on our careers. The problem was sex.
Mansi was raised in a conservative religious family in a small town of UP. Despite her staggering looks, which attracted me in the first place, she was always uncomfortable with sex. We were both 35 now, but the combination of her 35c choochi, perfectly shaped legs, and beautiful face with full lips always attracted attention.
Unfortunately, she purposely dressed in a dull, frumpy way, with collars to her chin and usually pants, to avoid that attention. And the few times I suggested anything mildly different in bed, she said she just wasn’t comfortable experimenting with sex.
We were down to very routine screwing, once every two weeks or so. Both of us were wondering how much longer this could go on. I was completely frustrated after years of getting turned on by her spectacular body, only to be limited to the same thing in bed.
Finally one evening at home over dinner, I opened up and told mansi I thought we had to at least try something new, or consider marriage counseling. After some discussions, she agreed for the first time to watch an adult video with me. The next Friday night, I carefully selected a film that received high ratings from women: some explicit sex, but not just a bunch of banging. After dinner and some kingfisher beer, I set up the film, and as I laid back on the couch, mansi reclined with her back to my chest. There were about seven sex scenes, and during the second, I started rubbing under mansi’s choochi.
One of the greatest turn-on’s about mansi is her tits. They’re not overly large, but when she gets excited, not just her nipples get erect, but the whole areola. I’ve looked at men’s magazines my entire adult life, and I’ve only seen three or four women whose nipples react like that.
In the third sex scene, the film became more explicit. The guy in the film took out his huge lund, and the actress started sucking him. I could feel my wife become more excited.
She said she had never watched anything like this before, and with her prudish upbringing, I knew she was telling the truth. By the end of the film, I had her shorts off, and had brought her to two orgasms with my fingers. When it was over, we had a session more excited than in several years.
A few nights later at the dinner table, mansi said she was really turned on by the film, and wanted to watch it again. We repeated the whole thing the next night. Part of the film plot involved the woman becoming totally submissive to the man. I noticed that mansi became especially turned on at that section.
A few weeks later, our sex life was a little improved, but not much. After a depressingly routine session, I told mansi it was time to take some more drastic action to solve our sex problems. She became very quiet for a few minutes, and then said, “you have a birthday coming in two weeks.
For my gift to you, that night I’ll do what we saw in the movie.” I asked, “you mean, give me a blowjob?” This would have been a great step forward. In twelve years of marriage, mansi had only put my lund in her mouth three or four times. Once she told me she just felt guilty doing it, and she knew it was because of the way she was raised.
I didn’t want to push her to do something she didn’t like, so we just cut that out of our lovemaking. No,” she said. “I mean I’ll be your slave for the night.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My shy, prudish wife was talking about submission. I couldn’t help but smile.
Her shyness took over for a minute, and she said, “but not until your birthday.” I said, “that will give me some time to plan.” The following weekend, I had my birthday wish in mind. It required one major day of work. Our house has a laundry room next to our master bedroom. On Saturday, I cut a large rectangular hole in the wall between the two rooms, over the head of our bed.
Mansi thought I’d gone crazy, but I just said, “this is part of my birthday present.” I then installed a one-way mirror, so that as long as a light was on in the bedroom, I could see in from the laundry room without being seen. I also installed a sensitive microphone near the floor, so with headphones, I could hear everything in the bedroom.
Mansi had a worried look on her face, but her innocence kept her from realizing what I had in mind. As the next week passed, I became more nervous with anticipation. Finally, my birthday arrived on a Friday. I could tell we both had butterflies in our stomachs. Before I left for work that morning, I said, “sure you don’t want to take back your gift?”
With a little bit of worry on her face, she said, “I made a promise, and I’ll keep it. Your gift begins at 8:00 p.m.”That night at the stroke of 8:00, I told mansi we were going out for a nice dinner. I told her to take a shower. When she stepped out, I dried her gorgeous body, gave her a robe, and told her to do her hair and makeup.
We both had a glass of kingfisher beer as I watched her do her eyes and lips, much sexier than usual. Then I laid out some clothes that I had spent a few hours that afternoon picking out. First I had her put on black stockings with elastic garter tops, something she never wore before. Then a deep blue silk blouse, just a little low cut.
She looked at me wondering about a bra, but without a word, the look on my face told her that wasn’t allowed. The blouse wasn’t see-through, because I knew she would be too self-conscious, but I could see her nipples pressing out against the thin material, and when she walked, her choochi bounced fabulously.
I chose a black skirt, a few inches above her knee, and black high heels a little higher than she had ever worn before. It was also the first time she wore a skirt out of the house without panties. She looked stunning, and by her kiss I could tell she was excited.
We went to a small five-star hotel restaurant for a leisurely dinner. A few minutes after we came in, two men, late thirties, in business suits sat at a table nearby. I could see both of them catching glances at mansi, and I knew she saw them looking.
After about twenty minutes, I told her, “now my birthday gift starts. I want you to pull your skirt up higher. Don’t look at those two men because I want them to get a good look at you.” mansi bit her lower lip, but did exactly as I ordered. We talked a little, and I saw the two men throwing glances at her great legs.
A few minutes later, I said, “higher, above the top of your stockings.” mansi looked both worried and excited. After a short hesitation, she adjusted in the chair, and with her legs crossed, lifted her skirt above the stockings. I let the two men look for about ten minutes and by now they were staring.
The waiter came to our table and got a good look at mansi’s legs also. He had a sly smile on his face as he walked back to the kitchen. Then I said, “now, I want you to slowly lift up your skirt, uncross your legs and spread them a little, so these two men can see your choot. But don’t look at them. Then you can slowly cross them again.”
This time, mansi turned red, and I reminded her of her promise. Then, after a deep breath, slowly she uncrossed her legs. Her skirt was already high enough that I’m sure her choot was clearly showing to the two businessmen. She must have had the feeling, “well, it’s done now,”
So she let them look for a good 45 seconds before crossing her legs again, much longer than I expected. My lund grew hard watching her, and knowing these two men were getting a good look at mansi’s choot. Just then our main courses arrived, and we took time to finish a great meal.
All credit to original author
Hello readers this is Rohan from new mumbai. This is the first time that I am telling you the story that really changed my life. This story is dedicated to all the ladies of mumbai. Do tell me how u find the story.
After 2 years of marriage, my wife, mansi and I, were facing disaster. We both enjoyed each other’s company, and most of the big things; career, finances, and family, were not an issue. We decided long ago not to have kids, so we could concentrate on our careers. The problem was sex.
Mansi was raised in a conservative religious family in a small town of UP. Despite her staggering looks, which attracted me in the first place, she was always uncomfortable with sex. We were both 35 now, but the combination of her 35c choochi, perfectly shaped legs, and beautiful face with full lips always attracted attention.
Unfortunately, she purposely dressed in a dull, frumpy way, with collars to her chin and usually pants, to avoid that attention. And the few times I suggested anything mildly different in bed, she said she just wasn’t comfortable experimenting with sex.
We were down to very routine screwing, once every two weeks or so. Both of us were wondering how much longer this could go on. I was completely frustrated after years of getting turned on by her spectacular body, only to be limited to the same thing in bed.
Finally one evening at home over dinner, I opened up and told mansi I thought we had to at least try something new, or consider marriage counseling. After some discussions, she agreed for the first time to watch an adult video with me. The next Friday night, I carefully selected a film that received high ratings from women: some explicit sex, but not just a bunch of banging. After dinner and some kingfisher beer, I set up the film, and as I laid back on the couch, mansi reclined with her back to my chest. There were about seven sex scenes, and during the second, I started rubbing under mansi’s choochi.
One of the greatest turn-on’s about mansi is her tits. They’re not overly large, but when she gets excited, not just her nipples get erect, but the whole areola. I’ve looked at men’s magazines my entire adult life, and I’ve only seen three or four women whose nipples react like that.
In the third sex scene, the film became more explicit. The guy in the film took out his huge lund, and the actress started sucking him. I could feel my wife become more excited.
She said she had never watched anything like this before, and with her prudish upbringing, I knew she was telling the truth. By the end of the film, I had her shorts off, and had brought her to two orgasms with my fingers. When it was over, we had a session more excited than in several years.
A few nights later at the dinner table, mansi said she was really turned on by the film, and wanted to watch it again. We repeated the whole thing the next night. Part of the film plot involved the woman becoming totally submissive to the man. I noticed that mansi became especially turned on at that section.
A few weeks later, our sex life was a little improved, but not much. After a depressingly routine session, I told mansi it was time to take some more drastic action to solve our sex problems. She became very quiet for a few minutes, and then said, “you have a birthday coming in two weeks.
For my gift to you, that night I’ll do what we saw in the movie.” I asked, “you mean, give me a blowjob?” This would have been a great step forward. In twelve years of marriage, mansi had only put my lund in her mouth three or four times. Once she told me she just felt guilty doing it, and she knew it was because of the way she was raised.
I didn’t want to push her to do something she didn’t like, so we just cut that out of our lovemaking. No,” she said. “I mean I’ll be your slave for the night.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My shy, prudish wife was talking about submission. I couldn’t help but smile.
Her shyness took over for a minute, and she said, “but not until your birthday.” I said, “that will give me some time to plan.” The following weekend, I had my birthday wish in mind. It required one major day of work. Our house has a laundry room next to our master bedroom. On Saturday, I cut a large rectangular hole in the wall between the two rooms, over the head of our bed.
Mansi thought I’d gone crazy, but I just said, “this is part of my birthday present.” I then installed a one-way mirror, so that as long as a light was on in the bedroom, I could see in from the laundry room without being seen. I also installed a sensitive microphone near the floor, so with headphones, I could hear everything in the bedroom.
Mansi had a worried look on her face, but her innocence kept her from realizing what I had in mind. As the next week passed, I became more nervous with anticipation. Finally, my birthday arrived on a Friday. I could tell we both had butterflies in our stomachs. Before I left for work that morning, I said, “sure you don’t want to take back your gift?”
With a little bit of worry on her face, she said, “I made a promise, and I’ll keep it. Your gift begins at 8:00 p.m.”That night at the stroke of 8:00, I told mansi we were going out for a nice dinner. I told her to take a shower. When she stepped out, I dried her gorgeous body, gave her a robe, and told her to do her hair and makeup.
We both had a glass of kingfisher beer as I watched her do her eyes and lips, much sexier than usual. Then I laid out some clothes that I had spent a few hours that afternoon picking out. First I had her put on black stockings with elastic garter tops, something she never wore before. Then a deep blue silk blouse, just a little low cut.
She looked at me wondering about a bra, but without a word, the look on my face told her that wasn’t allowed. The blouse wasn’t see-through, because I knew she would be too self-conscious, but I could see her nipples pressing out against the thin material, and when she walked, her choochi bounced fabulously.
I chose a black skirt, a few inches above her knee, and black high heels a little higher than she had ever worn before. It was also the first time she wore a skirt out of the house without panties. She looked stunning, and by her kiss I could tell she was excited.
We went to a small five-star hotel restaurant for a leisurely dinner. A few minutes after we came in, two men, late thirties, in business suits sat at a table nearby. I could see both of them catching glances at mansi, and I knew she saw them looking.
After about twenty minutes, I told her, “now my birthday gift starts. I want you to pull your skirt up higher. Don’t look at those two men because I want them to get a good look at you.” mansi bit her lower lip, but did exactly as I ordered. We talked a little, and I saw the two men throwing glances at her great legs.
A few minutes later, I said, “higher, above the top of your stockings.” mansi looked both worried and excited. After a short hesitation, she adjusted in the chair, and with her legs crossed, lifted her skirt above the stockings. I let the two men look for about ten minutes and by now they were staring.
The waiter came to our table and got a good look at mansi’s legs also. He had a sly smile on his face as he walked back to the kitchen. Then I said, “now, I want you to slowly lift up your skirt, uncross your legs and spread them a little, so these two men can see your choot. But don’t look at them. Then you can slowly cross them again.”
This time, mansi turned red, and I reminded her of her promise. Then, after a deep breath, slowly she uncrossed her legs. Her skirt was already high enough that I’m sure her choot was clearly showing to the two businessmen. She must have had the feeling, “well, it’s done now,”
So she let them look for a good 45 seconds before crossing her legs again, much longer than I expected. My lund grew hard watching her, and knowing these two men were getting a good look at mansi’s choot. Just then our main courses arrived, and we took time to finish a great meal.
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