The rains had intensified and were now torrential. The atmosphere was damp and cold. To add to it all, the lights had gone out. When I came out of the kitchen with a lighted candle, he was standing at the large balcony, smoking a cigarette with just his dhoti wrapped around him. Just a few minutes earlier we had ended torrid love making, no holds barred, which made me a real woman for the first time. “Are you OK?” he asked. “Never better. I am still intoxicated” I replied going to him and laying my head on his bare hairy chest, inhaling that delicious male smell of his. He gathered me in his arms and planted a deep kXB in my mouth, playing with my tongue and sucking on it delicately. I found in him, a new freedom, one that I never had in life. “I love you” I whispered. “So do I’ he replied, and again kXBed me deep and soulful. I have no regrets! My name is Usha, and I am from Udaipur in Rajasthan. I hail from a middle class family, and am the only daughter of my parents- if one can call them that. I had my graduation in chemistry, and was looking forward to do my masters. My parents thought otherwise. There was a proposal from a very, very rich family, who wanted me for their son, who was not very successful in what he was doing. Strangely, they offered my parents money- a very large sum to seal this proposal. And so I was literally sold. I saw my husband on the day of the marriage, and all my romance just evaporated looking at him.
Never had I seen anyone looking so gross and debauch; a huge paunch, droopy and baggy eyes, a drawn face, and beady eyes. And to crown it all, a near bald head. What had my parents done to me? That night, the so-called ‘suhag raath’ was another disaster. A loveless copulation that ended in five minutes, leaving him drained and exhausted, and me unfulfilled. Even in that few minutes, I had conceived as time would tell. And I was all but 28. Not a great beauty, but still I could make heads turn pretty often. My breasts are the attraction, and so is my rear! I was not very tall, but not short either. I have a pair of doe-like eyes, which look like as if kaajal has been put. We shifted to Mumbai where he planned to start his own business, and we bought a two bedroom flat in Malad, while he opened his venture in Andheri. There was hardly any communication between us. I had no friends whatsoever, had no one to turn to, after what my parents did to me. Even when I delivered a baby girl, much to his and his parent’s disappointments, I was alone. But that baby was my one anchor to sanity. In the building is a gentleman who lives opposite our felt. A quiet person, keeping to himself, but a very handsome man, who is obviously a bachelor. He is tall, and with a great mop of hair that keeps falling all over his face if is not oiled. One with a solid physique that shows even looking at him. He greets me whenever he sees me and later, we used to wish each other. Very often I used to think of him in my wild fantasies, and wondered how he would be in my arms!
I have no regrets!
Even here, my husband’s business did not do well, and he used to vent his anger at me, and often, I was physically abused by his scourge. Often, when I wanted to end my life, the baby drew me back to another day. One late night, he came with a tantrik, who looked unkempt with his dirty matted beard. I had to serve them dinner while they were drinking. Suddenly my husband turning to me said that if I sleep with ‘guruji’, his business would flourish. I was aghast. What this man was talking, I wondered. And I refused vehemently. The tantrum tried catching hold of my hand. I threatened to shout and get the entire building there to see what was happening. He backed off. My husband then told me that he was going out of Mumbai for ten days and when he comes back he wants my answer. If I still was not willing, he said I could go wherever I want. He knew I was in a fix as I had nowhere to go. The day my husband left on his tour, the monsoon broke over Mumbai and with a vengeance, getting the temperature down, and bringing a cool comfort to the city. I had a long bath, taking my own time; I was dressed very casually, free from all unnecessary under clothing and felt like a free lark. When I went to my room and picked up my baby I found she was running slight fever.
I thought it would go away, but soon it intensified, and shortly I found she was having convulsions. I was frightened. Not knowing what to do, not knowing anyone there, or where a doctor could be found, I rushed to this gentleman’s flat, and while I rang the bell, saw the name plate with his name MOHAN RAM on it. He opened the door and when he saw me he was a bit surprised and asked me if I needed anything. I told him what was happening asking him to help me as I was scared. He came into my flat and went into the bedroom and saw the baby in that state. He asked me to get water and ice and a napkin, and sitting next to it he started swabbing it continuously. From his mobile, he called the chemist and asked them to rush Crocin drops, and also called his doctor who lived close by. In a short while, and despite the heavy downpour, both the medicine and the doctor arrived. Obviously, he was a person with some clout. The medicine was administered, and the doctor examined the baby and prescribed some more medicines, left after assuring us the baby would be normal and there was nothing that we should worry about. Mohan again called the chemist with the new prescription to be delivered, and went to the hall and sat there. I followed, asking him to have a cup of tea with me. He accepted. Meanwhile the medicines had also come and he gave the baby the prescribed dosage and taking her in his arms rocked her to a gentle sleep. I couldn’t help comparing him to the monster that I was married to, who wanted me to sleep with another monster to get his business booming.
He left the baby on the cot and came back to the hall where the tea was waiting. As we sat sipping it, he asked me about me and our family. I could no longer hold back and at such kind enquiries, my dam burst, and I started weeping. He got scared and asked me whether he had said anything to make me weep. I shook my head, and continued weeping, till I could weep no more. I went and washed myself and came out clean, and as I sat next to him, I smiled. “Sorry. I made an ass of myself” I said. He smiled back as if he understood. And then I told him all, the whole none yards, including my fantasizing about him in bed. The next thing that I knew was that I was in his arms, and he kXBing me away. I was initially taken aback at his audacity, but then it was I who told him I fancied him in bed. And I was sex starved. I responded back with great vigor, and when I kXBed him on his mouth, it was his turn to be surprised! He opened his mouth and I thrust my tongue in, at the same time, I started unbuttoning his shirt. For a battered housewife, I was brazen, and that too, with a stranger. But then I wanted him, all for myself, and for me alone. I was in a blouse and a wrap around, and the next thing I knew was he had removed my blouse deftly. My twin melons sprang into view. He was looking at them, making me shy.
I drew his head down to my breasts.” Suck them Mohan. I want you and I want to feel you in every pore of mine. Take me and make me happy as a woman should” I said. And he hugged me waist up and placing his lips on my nipple he started sucking on it, with his mouth a closed ‘O’. This created a vacuum and with this when he sucked, I was transported from my living hell to a blXBful heaven. I took his head in my arm and cradled it, as I would my baby. And for me, at that time, when he was sucking at my breast and drinking my milk, I felt that it was gushing into his mouth. We were like that for eternity, and then, when he shifted attention to my other breast, I said, “not here any longer darling. Let us go into the guest bedroom”. He scooped me into his arms and led me in, and kicked the door shut. He placed me on the cot, and even as I was expecting it, he removed his dhoti and then his underpants, showing me his lovely and elegant manhood that was in full glory. “My God! Mohan. It is so nice. I am seeing a real man for the first time and I am really happy that it happens to be you.” He then lay next to me, and in a trice, opened and removed my wrap around skirt. I had nothing underneath after my bath. “You look ravishing Usha. I have never seen a naked woman so far, and I am as happy that it is you. I can just sit all day and feast on your lovely dusky body without getting tired.” As I blushed, he took me into his arms, and holding me tight, kXBed me all over my face, nibbling at my earlobes, than on my eyes, coming down to my nose, and then finally on my lips, leading into my mouth. Oh! How very delicious it was. More than what I could fantasize. It was blXB. And unable to hold back, I too responded as a true lover, sucking on his tongue, pouring my saliva into his mouth. This kXB lasted a long time. Meanwhile, his hands were not idle. They were teasing my nipples, gently squeezing my breasts, which made his palm wet with my over flowing milk. “See. How much I should love you to lactate like this” I said. And he brought his mouth down to suckle me again, sending me into raptures.
As he was doing this, his hand came down to my thigh and gently parted the. There was in fact no need. I was waiting for him to do it. And as his hand came to the valley between my thighs, I clung onto him and parted my thighs to him. He was surprised that I was clean there, without any hair. “Never had it. Not there, not anywhere, except on my head and my eyebrows. Some village midwife’s ‘magic’” I said.
I had been leaking away and the cum had made a wet patch on the bed. He smiled and winked at me. I closed my face with my hands and parted my fingers to look at him.
Never had I seen anyone looking so gross and debauch; a huge paunch, droopy and baggy eyes, a drawn face, and beady eyes. And to crown it all, a near bald head. What had my parents done to me? That night, the so-called ‘suhag raath’ was another disaster. A loveless copulation that ended in five minutes, leaving him drained and exhausted, and me unfulfilled. Even in that few minutes, I had conceived as time would tell. And I was all but 28. Not a great beauty, but still I could make heads turn pretty often. My breasts are the attraction, and so is my rear! I was not very tall, but not short either. I have a pair of doe-like eyes, which look like as if kaajal has been put. We shifted to Mumbai where he planned to start his own business, and we bought a two bedroom flat in Malad, while he opened his venture in Andheri. There was hardly any communication between us. I had no friends whatsoever, had no one to turn to, after what my parents did to me. Even when I delivered a baby girl, much to his and his parent’s disappointments, I was alone. But that baby was my one anchor to sanity. In the building is a gentleman who lives opposite our felt. A quiet person, keeping to himself, but a very handsome man, who is obviously a bachelor. He is tall, and with a great mop of hair that keeps falling all over his face if is not oiled. One with a solid physique that shows even looking at him. He greets me whenever he sees me and later, we used to wish each other. Very often I used to think of him in my wild fantasies, and wondered how he would be in my arms!
I have no regrets!
Even here, my husband’s business did not do well, and he used to vent his anger at me, and often, I was physically abused by his scourge. Often, when I wanted to end my life, the baby drew me back to another day. One late night, he came with a tantrik, who looked unkempt with his dirty matted beard. I had to serve them dinner while they were drinking. Suddenly my husband turning to me said that if I sleep with ‘guruji’, his business would flourish. I was aghast. What this man was talking, I wondered. And I refused vehemently. The tantrum tried catching hold of my hand. I threatened to shout and get the entire building there to see what was happening. He backed off. My husband then told me that he was going out of Mumbai for ten days and when he comes back he wants my answer. If I still was not willing, he said I could go wherever I want. He knew I was in a fix as I had nowhere to go. The day my husband left on his tour, the monsoon broke over Mumbai and with a vengeance, getting the temperature down, and bringing a cool comfort to the city. I had a long bath, taking my own time; I was dressed very casually, free from all unnecessary under clothing and felt like a free lark. When I went to my room and picked up my baby I found she was running slight fever.
I thought it would go away, but soon it intensified, and shortly I found she was having convulsions. I was frightened. Not knowing what to do, not knowing anyone there, or where a doctor could be found, I rushed to this gentleman’s flat, and while I rang the bell, saw the name plate with his name MOHAN RAM on it. He opened the door and when he saw me he was a bit surprised and asked me if I needed anything. I told him what was happening asking him to help me as I was scared. He came into my flat and went into the bedroom and saw the baby in that state. He asked me to get water and ice and a napkin, and sitting next to it he started swabbing it continuously. From his mobile, he called the chemist and asked them to rush Crocin drops, and also called his doctor who lived close by. In a short while, and despite the heavy downpour, both the medicine and the doctor arrived. Obviously, he was a person with some clout. The medicine was administered, and the doctor examined the baby and prescribed some more medicines, left after assuring us the baby would be normal and there was nothing that we should worry about. Mohan again called the chemist with the new prescription to be delivered, and went to the hall and sat there. I followed, asking him to have a cup of tea with me. He accepted. Meanwhile the medicines had also come and he gave the baby the prescribed dosage and taking her in his arms rocked her to a gentle sleep. I couldn’t help comparing him to the monster that I was married to, who wanted me to sleep with another monster to get his business booming.
He left the baby on the cot and came back to the hall where the tea was waiting. As we sat sipping it, he asked me about me and our family. I could no longer hold back and at such kind enquiries, my dam burst, and I started weeping. He got scared and asked me whether he had said anything to make me weep. I shook my head, and continued weeping, till I could weep no more. I went and washed myself and came out clean, and as I sat next to him, I smiled. “Sorry. I made an ass of myself” I said. He smiled back as if he understood. And then I told him all, the whole none yards, including my fantasizing about him in bed. The next thing that I knew was that I was in his arms, and he kXBing me away. I was initially taken aback at his audacity, but then it was I who told him I fancied him in bed. And I was sex starved. I responded back with great vigor, and when I kXBed him on his mouth, it was his turn to be surprised! He opened his mouth and I thrust my tongue in, at the same time, I started unbuttoning his shirt. For a battered housewife, I was brazen, and that too, with a stranger. But then I wanted him, all for myself, and for me alone. I was in a blouse and a wrap around, and the next thing I knew was he had removed my blouse deftly. My twin melons sprang into view. He was looking at them, making me shy.
I drew his head down to my breasts.” Suck them Mohan. I want you and I want to feel you in every pore of mine. Take me and make me happy as a woman should” I said. And he hugged me waist up and placing his lips on my nipple he started sucking on it, with his mouth a closed ‘O’. This created a vacuum and with this when he sucked, I was transported from my living hell to a blXBful heaven. I took his head in my arm and cradled it, as I would my baby. And for me, at that time, when he was sucking at my breast and drinking my milk, I felt that it was gushing into his mouth. We were like that for eternity, and then, when he shifted attention to my other breast, I said, “not here any longer darling. Let us go into the guest bedroom”. He scooped me into his arms and led me in, and kicked the door shut. He placed me on the cot, and even as I was expecting it, he removed his dhoti and then his underpants, showing me his lovely and elegant manhood that was in full glory. “My God! Mohan. It is so nice. I am seeing a real man for the first time and I am really happy that it happens to be you.” He then lay next to me, and in a trice, opened and removed my wrap around skirt. I had nothing underneath after my bath. “You look ravishing Usha. I have never seen a naked woman so far, and I am as happy that it is you. I can just sit all day and feast on your lovely dusky body without getting tired.” As I blushed, he took me into his arms, and holding me tight, kXBed me all over my face, nibbling at my earlobes, than on my eyes, coming down to my nose, and then finally on my lips, leading into my mouth. Oh! How very delicious it was. More than what I could fantasize. It was blXB. And unable to hold back, I too responded as a true lover, sucking on his tongue, pouring my saliva into his mouth. This kXB lasted a long time. Meanwhile, his hands were not idle. They were teasing my nipples, gently squeezing my breasts, which made his palm wet with my over flowing milk. “See. How much I should love you to lactate like this” I said. And he brought his mouth down to suckle me again, sending me into raptures.
As he was doing this, his hand came down to my thigh and gently parted the. There was in fact no need. I was waiting for him to do it. And as his hand came to the valley between my thighs, I clung onto him and parted my thighs to him. He was surprised that I was clean there, without any hair. “Never had it. Not there, not anywhere, except on my head and my eyebrows. Some village midwife’s ‘magic’” I said.
I had been leaking away and the cum had made a wet patch on the bed. He smiled and winked at me. I closed my face with my hands and parted my fingers to look at him.