I came out of the bathroom after my bath. I had a large towel wrapped around my body. It was tied just above my breasts and reached down to cover half way down my thighs. I was humming to myself as I walked to my dressing table and took the hairdryer and fixed it to the wall socket. I switched it on and started drying my hair. My hair length was up to half way down my back. I was humming to myself as I dried my hair. After 10 minutes I was satisfied that it was dry enough. I let it lie loose behind my shoulders. I sat on a chair before the dressing table and took a maroon coloured nail polish bottle. I crossed my legs and bent over to apply the nail polish on my toe nails. I had well pedicured toe nails and long and well manicured fingernails. As I sat with my legs crossed the towel slid up exposing most of my soft smooth and rounded fair thighs. My corpulent breasts were mashed against my thighs as I leaned forward. I applied the nail polish on my big toe nail and the second toe which had my toe ring symbolising my married status. Not satisfied I removed the newly applied polish on my toes with a tissue.
“The hands and toe nails must glow in the dim light of the bedroom Swetha,” I murmured to myself.
I took another bottle of nail polish which had shining silver colour. I started applying that to my toes and fingers. After I finished I admired my handiwork.
“When I caress his body with my long slim fingers he will surely get sexually excited seeing my sexy fingers,” I thought and smiled to myself.
“What did my husband say his nickname was, BCS hmm Big Cock Siva. Well that big cock is going to be grasped by my long fingers today.”
I waited awhile for the nail polish to dry. I then let the towel slip from my body and fall on the floor. I admired the reflection of my body in the dressing table mirror. Surely it will be hard for anyone to believe that this was the body of a mother of a child. The difference between my body before marriage and now is that my breasts have become slightly larger as was natural for a mother who had breastfed her child but there was still no evidence of any sag. My stomach was still flat (god knows the efforts I had to make to maintain that) but overall my body had only become slightly fleshier because of my motherhood. That too went to only increase the sexiness as I was a bit more voluptuous now and surely would provoke the desire of any man. My legs were smooth (with care taken to have unwanted hairs removed) long and shapely. At 5 foot 6 inches I was considered pretty tall for a South Indian woman. The hairs that were not on my legs were compensated by the triangular growth of black hair covering my heavenly gate. However I trimmed and kept it neat so that it wasn’t were thick. I liked the contrast the black hair formed in relation to my fair body. I had sharp regular features and was frequently told that I was good looking by my friends and family and of course by my husband. I had slightly thick lips that look luscious especially when lipstick was applied. Dare I say Siva would find it very erotic to see them wrapped around his prick. I am now 28 and I was married when I was 23. All my life the only person to have enjoyed my body was my Husband Mahesh. Before my marriage I had a boyfriend who I broke off with as over time we could not get along. Even with him there was some light petting and nothing more.
However today someone other than my husband is going to enjoy me. Yes my illicit lover is going to fuck me tonight, for the first time I am going to cheat on my husband. I am going to fully immerse myself in the pleasure my lover is going to give me. My husband’s friend, Siva or better known as Big Cock Siva (that is how my husband and his other friends refer to him) is going to partake in my intimate treasures. From what I had overheard from my husband and his friends speaking about his sexual exploits with a number of women, I am in for a wonderful sexual experience. I walked naked to my cupboard. I thought to myself how nice it would be to have Siva here admiring my swaying breasts and buttocks as I walked naked across the room. I had met him many times when I was along with my husband. I know he has some desire for me. Even in the presence of my husband he would openly admire me. Even when I was dressed ordinarily he would leer at me what more if he were to see me in this naked state. What would happen then, hmm what else, he would probably start leaking.
“Be patient lover, your lust is going to be fully quenched in a short while,” I said to myself
I went to my cupboard and took out a pink bra and matching lacy panties and wore it. I then took out a red coloured sleeveless blouse and saree. I tied the saree really low exposing my navel. Any lower and the top of my panties would have been visible. Siva’s eyes would be able to feast on my body before his hands and lips do. I wore some ornaments on my hands and around my neck. I took out a red coloured lipstick and expertly applied it on my lips so that they looked eminently kissable. I put a bindi on my forehead and vermilion at beginning of the parting of my hair at the top of the forehead. I put my mangal sutra out from my blouse so it was visible nestling between my breasts. This was Siva’s idea that I must come as a bride going to her husband on their first night. I liked his taste in this matter.
“I must have the full feeling that I am ogling another man’s wife. I want to remove your clothes one by one exposing your womanly charms to me and at the same time kiss and lick you all over as I do that.” Even now my body trembled I remembered these words that Siva had whispered in my ears earlier.
My husband was watching all this in mental agony while lying on our bed. Yes, my husband only knew too well that my voluptuous body was to be offered to his friend tonight for his enjoyment. He also knew he was helpless to stop it. He had lost the right to do so. Don’t mistakenly think that my husband is a cuckold who enjoys watching his wife fuck another man or that he is impotent and cannot perform in bed and therefore needs another man to satisfy my needs. He is well capable of performing sexually with a woman. In fact this situation arose because of that very reason. To know what happened we must go back to a couple of months. One day I came back from work early as I wasn’t feeling too well. When I opened the apartment door with my key I noticed his office shoes inside.
“Hmm looks like he has come back home early as well,” I thought to myself.
It was then I noticed a pair of woman’s shoes. That was not mine and suspicion began to arise in me. I heard faint sounds of a woman moaning coming from our bedroom. I froze as I heard this. Then with trepidation I slowly started walking towards the room. The sounds became more audible as I approached the room.
As I reached the door I heard a woman’s voice groaning out these words full of passion, “Do it faster dear aahhhhh oh Mahesh darling it feels so good, sssss…..”
“Your cunt is so tight Gowri, doesn’t your husband ever fuck you properly,” this was my husband’s voice.
“If he did his duty properly, arghhhhhh, why would I come and get fucked by you often, mmmmmmmm stop talking baby and fuck me.” The woman was moaning in between in pleasure as she spoke.
One thing I understood was that this was not their first time. They had been secretly fucking for sometime. I was full of anger as I violently thrust open the door. Even then they continued to fuck without being aware of my presence. That bitch was lying on her back on my bed and Mahesh was on top of her fucking her furiously. His hips was moving up and down very fast like a piston.
“Mahesh, I shouted. They both turned to look at me startled.
There was a shocked look on both their faces. Mahesh was rapidly losing his erection. Gowri quickly took the blanket to cover her nakedness.
"How can you do this to me," I shouted. "How can you chest and humiliate me this way." "Have I not given you all that you need."
My voice was choking with anger and humiliation. Tears were falling down my cheeks. I called Gowri all sorts of names. "Bitch, Slut, Prostitute," whatever that came to my mind. There was a big argument among us that day. By us it was between ne and my husband while Gowri was silently crying. I was shouting at my husband while he was pleading with me. I threatened to expose their affair to her husband. Both of them were terrified hearing this. Apparently he was a man with a very hot temper. They both pleaded with me not to do that. After that I did not talk to my husband for the next two weeks. Then one day I told him that I wanted a divorce. He again begged me to forgive. If not for him at least for our child's sake as he was not even two years old yet.
"You should have thought about that before you fucked that bitch," I screamed at him.
We had another long argument that day. Then there was the silent treatment again for my husband for the next two weeks. Finally I came to a decision.
"If we are to continue to be man and wife then I too want to sleep with another man." My husband opened his mouth to speak but I raised my hand indicating for him to be silent as I went on.
"Only then would know the agony and humiliation I went through and would be lesson to you to never repeat wrong doing again."
He pleaded with me not to do that. He tried to convince me that he has changed and would never be unfaithful to me again. If I go through my plan it was a dangerous path that we will be treading. I was however adamant in my decision. I wanted my pound of flesh. Either that or the alternative was to seek a divorce I told him. Finally he had no recourse but to bow to my wishes. I told him that it would be my right to choose my lover. He just silently accepted my decision. After getting his acceptance I was confused as to where to find a lover.
“The hands and toe nails must glow in the dim light of the bedroom Swetha,” I murmured to myself.
I took another bottle of nail polish which had shining silver colour. I started applying that to my toes and fingers. After I finished I admired my handiwork.
“When I caress his body with my long slim fingers he will surely get sexually excited seeing my sexy fingers,” I thought and smiled to myself.
“What did my husband say his nickname was, BCS hmm Big Cock Siva. Well that big cock is going to be grasped by my long fingers today.”
I waited awhile for the nail polish to dry. I then let the towel slip from my body and fall on the floor. I admired the reflection of my body in the dressing table mirror. Surely it will be hard for anyone to believe that this was the body of a mother of a child. The difference between my body before marriage and now is that my breasts have become slightly larger as was natural for a mother who had breastfed her child but there was still no evidence of any sag. My stomach was still flat (god knows the efforts I had to make to maintain that) but overall my body had only become slightly fleshier because of my motherhood. That too went to only increase the sexiness as I was a bit more voluptuous now and surely would provoke the desire of any man. My legs were smooth (with care taken to have unwanted hairs removed) long and shapely. At 5 foot 6 inches I was considered pretty tall for a South Indian woman. The hairs that were not on my legs were compensated by the triangular growth of black hair covering my heavenly gate. However I trimmed and kept it neat so that it wasn’t were thick. I liked the contrast the black hair formed in relation to my fair body. I had sharp regular features and was frequently told that I was good looking by my friends and family and of course by my husband. I had slightly thick lips that look luscious especially when lipstick was applied. Dare I say Siva would find it very erotic to see them wrapped around his prick. I am now 28 and I was married when I was 23. All my life the only person to have enjoyed my body was my Husband Mahesh. Before my marriage I had a boyfriend who I broke off with as over time we could not get along. Even with him there was some light petting and nothing more.
However today someone other than my husband is going to enjoy me. Yes my illicit lover is going to fuck me tonight, for the first time I am going to cheat on my husband. I am going to fully immerse myself in the pleasure my lover is going to give me. My husband’s friend, Siva or better known as Big Cock Siva (that is how my husband and his other friends refer to him) is going to partake in my intimate treasures. From what I had overheard from my husband and his friends speaking about his sexual exploits with a number of women, I am in for a wonderful sexual experience. I walked naked to my cupboard. I thought to myself how nice it would be to have Siva here admiring my swaying breasts and buttocks as I walked naked across the room. I had met him many times when I was along with my husband. I know he has some desire for me. Even in the presence of my husband he would openly admire me. Even when I was dressed ordinarily he would leer at me what more if he were to see me in this naked state. What would happen then, hmm what else, he would probably start leaking.
“Be patient lover, your lust is going to be fully quenched in a short while,” I said to myself
I went to my cupboard and took out a pink bra and matching lacy panties and wore it. I then took out a red coloured sleeveless blouse and saree. I tied the saree really low exposing my navel. Any lower and the top of my panties would have been visible. Siva’s eyes would be able to feast on my body before his hands and lips do. I wore some ornaments on my hands and around my neck. I took out a red coloured lipstick and expertly applied it on my lips so that they looked eminently kissable. I put a bindi on my forehead and vermilion at beginning of the parting of my hair at the top of the forehead. I put my mangal sutra out from my blouse so it was visible nestling between my breasts. This was Siva’s idea that I must come as a bride going to her husband on their first night. I liked his taste in this matter.
“I must have the full feeling that I am ogling another man’s wife. I want to remove your clothes one by one exposing your womanly charms to me and at the same time kiss and lick you all over as I do that.” Even now my body trembled I remembered these words that Siva had whispered in my ears earlier.
My husband was watching all this in mental agony while lying on our bed. Yes, my husband only knew too well that my voluptuous body was to be offered to his friend tonight for his enjoyment. He also knew he was helpless to stop it. He had lost the right to do so. Don’t mistakenly think that my husband is a cuckold who enjoys watching his wife fuck another man or that he is impotent and cannot perform in bed and therefore needs another man to satisfy my needs. He is well capable of performing sexually with a woman. In fact this situation arose because of that very reason. To know what happened we must go back to a couple of months. One day I came back from work early as I wasn’t feeling too well. When I opened the apartment door with my key I noticed his office shoes inside.
“Hmm looks like he has come back home early as well,” I thought to myself.
It was then I noticed a pair of woman’s shoes. That was not mine and suspicion began to arise in me. I heard faint sounds of a woman moaning coming from our bedroom. I froze as I heard this. Then with trepidation I slowly started walking towards the room. The sounds became more audible as I approached the room.
As I reached the door I heard a woman’s voice groaning out these words full of passion, “Do it faster dear aahhhhh oh Mahesh darling it feels so good, sssss…..”
“Your cunt is so tight Gowri, doesn’t your husband ever fuck you properly,” this was my husband’s voice.
“If he did his duty properly, arghhhhhh, why would I come and get fucked by you often, mmmmmmmm stop talking baby and fuck me.” The woman was moaning in between in pleasure as she spoke.
One thing I understood was that this was not their first time. They had been secretly fucking for sometime. I was full of anger as I violently thrust open the door. Even then they continued to fuck without being aware of my presence. That bitch was lying on her back on my bed and Mahesh was on top of her fucking her furiously. His hips was moving up and down very fast like a piston.
“Mahesh, I shouted. They both turned to look at me startled.
There was a shocked look on both their faces. Mahesh was rapidly losing his erection. Gowri quickly took the blanket to cover her nakedness.
"How can you do this to me," I shouted. "How can you chest and humiliate me this way." "Have I not given you all that you need."
My voice was choking with anger and humiliation. Tears were falling down my cheeks. I called Gowri all sorts of names. "Bitch, Slut, Prostitute," whatever that came to my mind. There was a big argument among us that day. By us it was between ne and my husband while Gowri was silently crying. I was shouting at my husband while he was pleading with me. I threatened to expose their affair to her husband. Both of them were terrified hearing this. Apparently he was a man with a very hot temper. They both pleaded with me not to do that. After that I did not talk to my husband for the next two weeks. Then one day I told him that I wanted a divorce. He again begged me to forgive. If not for him at least for our child's sake as he was not even two years old yet.
"You should have thought about that before you fucked that bitch," I screamed at him.
We had another long argument that day. Then there was the silent treatment again for my husband for the next two weeks. Finally I came to a decision.
"If we are to continue to be man and wife then I too want to sleep with another man." My husband opened his mouth to speak but I raised my hand indicating for him to be silent as I went on.
"Only then would know the agony and humiliation I went through and would be lesson to you to never repeat wrong doing again."
He pleaded with me not to do that. He tried to convince me that he has changed and would never be unfaithful to me again. If I go through my plan it was a dangerous path that we will be treading. I was however adamant in my decision. I wanted my pound of flesh. Either that or the alternative was to seek a divorce I told him. Finally he had no recourse but to bow to my wishes. I told him that it would be my right to choose my lover. He just silently accepted my decision. After getting his acceptance I was confused as to where to find a lover.