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His name is Sanjay Ray, aged now some 34+, doing garment export-Business at Calcutta, in partnership with his wife Moupiya [who’s also a news-anchor on a local Bengali TV (Channel) at Calcutta] and handsome unmarried (Muslim) childhood friend Mirza Anees. Sanjay is dark, average in built, with high libido. And his gorgeous and equally horny (and multiorgasmic) wife Moupia is his younger by 3 years.
A sharp-featured, little oval, Bengali beauty, with strange temptation written in eyes, Moupiya is wheatish in complexion, medium in height (5’4”), broad-shouldered, and endowed with a voluptuous mouthwatering body (36 b / 30 / 35), very little on plumpish side, with contemporary outlook and little Tomboyish by nature.
By the way, theirs was an arranged-marriage (early-mid 2007).
Well, from the very beginning their conjugality has been warm and satisfactory. On bed, Moupiya happens to be like a horny harlot, and little strident during copulation. However, she’s prone to wearing slightly revealing, i.e., mod dresses, and Sanjay would never minded it, or would rather love seeing other males, especially strangers, lusting for her.
However, finally, in mid-February 2010, Moupiya, at the age of +26, delivered a cute male baby in a private hospital at Saltlake, Calcutta.
However, a few days subsequent to the advent of the child, Moupiya’s breasts became little over-abounded with milk, and this prone of hers to hyperlactation became somewhat an odd embarrassing problem with her, because, even after sucking the infant child, the milk-flow from her nipples sometimes remained constant or excessive which would soak her bra-pads or blouse-cups to her embarrassment.
Well, after advent of the child, the Couple employed a full-time domestic maid or ayah basically to look after their infant child. Her name was Chhaya — a husband-deserted woman in her early thirties, from south Bengal. She was dark but feature-wise pretty, medium in height, and with a voluptuous body [36b / 32 / 36] that could bring any make to instant erection.
The Couple would reside in a (rented) 2BHK flat in Tollegunge area (south Calcutta). And this maid or Chhaya, a secretive and faithful by nature, would sleep on the floor of the kitchen of the flat.
Well, Moupiya was on a month-long maternity-leave [till March-end, 2010], and thereafter she resumed her regular anchor-assignments [on that TV channel]. And in absence of the working Couple at home, Chhaya would take care of the infant baby.
Anyway, one day, while making the news-script in her chamber, Moupiya suddenly felt a weird ache in her breasts, around her nipples. Her main went on to gradually mount . . . and soon she felt a surge of the milk in her breasts seeping out in drops inside her bra . . . and then suddenly it just got choked up or somehow obstructed from within, and resulting that its pressure puffed up the darkish circumferences around her nipples, or her areolae, thereby augmenting her pain and discomforts. It was a very awkward predicament for her. She was then in her usual corporate outfits — front-buttoned white shirt and white trousers, while her blue blazer was hanging on the suit-stand.
Her face contracted in pain, and she felt nervous. She immediately needed that stock of lactic fluid to be pumped out or sucked up. Sweats appeared on her face. And finally she rushed into the (attached)-bath in her antechamber. There she peeled the shirt and bra off her, and tried to spray out the milk by compressing a dome with her palms around it. But it did not help her or work out as such; rather the method augmented her pain or uneasiness. Now only a strong forceful suction could, she thought, relieve her of this odd trouble. But problem with her was that who could do it here now! Or, who she could approach for it !
And then abruptly a face flashed in her mind and idea either. This face was of an aged man, Rathin-da — her junior associate in the office who would assist her in editing the breaking news. He’s tall, swarthy, friendly and in his early mid-forties, and a childless widower. So, with the idea in mind, she came out from her toilet, wearing the shirt only, or leaving her bra in a hunger in that toilet. And leaving its two top-buttons undone down her front, she re-occupied her chair, and looked down at her midriff and found upside of her elated bosom appearing exposed, along with her (brown-hued) ‘puffed areolae’ clearly accentuating through her half-diaphanous white shirt-material. Or, in other words, the light coffee-hued swollen areolae, tipped with taut nipples, were not faintly but clearly discernible. ..and naturally the sight could easily arouse any male in her front.
Now she called Rathin-da, asking him to come to her chamber. Within a few minutes Rathin reported to her. And he sat down in a chair opposite hers or on the other side of the table. Moupiya assumed a discussion with him on an assignment. And not to her surprise, she (obliquely) noticed Rathin being all ears to her, but at the same time his eyes were almost transfixed to the exposed portion of her breasts. And the moment her eyes fell on his, Rathin turned embarrassed having been caught red-handed to Moupiya who just mysteriously smiled. Her smile nerved him up a bit. The discussion continued. Suddenly a soft moan suggesting twinge escaped Moupiya’s mouth.
Rathin immediately stood up and asked if he could be of any help. Moupiya looked at him, and then, in a requesting manner, she said she was undergoing a sharp pain in the region covering her nape shoulders and rib-bones. And a good massage might assuage and comfort her. On that spur of moment, Rathin offered her his personal service as masseur. Moupiya smiled to herself and she asked him to lock the chamber-door from inside and put the red light on outside the door. He obeyed her.
At her instance, next moment Rathin came behind Moupiya’s chair and assumed his task of free-hand massage on her nape. While he was massaging that area of hers, Moupiya undid another shirt-button down her front so that from her behind her masseur could easily see her pectoral slopes upto the border-line of her areolae. And from the refection or mirror-effect of the glass on the table, Moupiya went on to observe his mien. His touch on her body excited Moupiya, and again she felt the milk-pressure in her breasts. His hands were working on her nape and shoulders, in a skilled way, and gradually his fingers slid to her upper front, bellow the neck-bone line.
At it Moupiya shivered mildly, and shut her eyes in comfort. Gradually, his fingers slid down further and came over the exposed portion of her pectoral domes. Moupiya did not resist his advance or say anything. Taking her silence or indulgence for her acquiesce or acquiescence or consent, Rothin now became little more bold in action, and he then, silently or without uttering a word, drew his hands further ahead until his fore-palms or fingers touched or come over her areolae and nipples. The moment his fingers came over Moupiya’s nipples, a sigh of pleasure escaped her mouth and which appeared to experienced Rathin that she now badly needed a strong squeeze on her breasts.
Next moment, his broad and strong palms closed around one her soft-hard-fleshed breast and pressed it together . . . from her behind. He kept squeezing it, and that breast of hers proudly rebounded to his every squeeze, soft or hard, with all its fullness and arrogance of resilience. He applied the same technique to her other breast also, thus working on her both breasts by turns. About 5 minutes passed away — the breast-pressing continued, and suddenly Moupiya sensed her ensuing orgasm, and in no time a shuddering orgasm pervaded her, and an orgasmic sigh escaped her. Her orgasm elated Rathin, and he applied more strong squeezes on her breasts . . . and then suddenly Moupiya saw stars as her chocked milked in her breasts suddenly acquired freedom and it released out under his palms in squirts, thus granting Moupiya a great relief.
Now Rathin undid all her shirt-buttons, thus exposing her front in the open. And then he resumed squeezing out her breasts, by turns, in the same way, from her behind. Now with his every harder squeeze, milk gushed out in jet like a spray from a syringe …and her lactic onrushes fell on the table-glass like rains. By now Rathin had become highly excited or sexually aroused, and he lost all his continence. He moved to her side and stood her up from her chair. Moupiya was smiling, that she knew what was now on his mind. Now Rathin peeled the unbuttoned shirt off her, and next second Moupiya turned completely topless.
Then, before he could do what he wanted to, Moupiya brought his head to her bare lactating breasts and shoved a wet breast-peak into his athirst mouth, and next moment a series of tingles started running up Moupiya’s spine and all around her breasts as her breasts profusely gushed out breast-nectar in his mouth in response to his hungry suction, creating a typical squelchy hum. With a sisterly affection in heart for Rathin-da, Moupiya started running her fingers in his hair on head. Quasi-middle-aged, Rathin continued consuming the breast-milk from her both melting breasts, by turns, and with gusto. His continuous suction brought (multiorgasmic) Moupiya to a series of orgasms, one after another. Time seemed frozen in that chamber. . .
And almost 40 minutes of non-stop sucking kneading and consuming milk, Rathin finally withdrew from (standing) Moupiya’s breasts, having emptied them for that time being. Moupiya felt completely relieved and satiated.
After her session with Rathin, Moupiya planted a kiss, full on his lips, in gratitude and emotion. After their breaking the kiss, Rathin blurted out to her: “Madam! I am proud that I helped you out in this odd crucial situation. But now I am undergoing a twinge in my balls, and unless my sperms are wanked out it will be paining. Would you help me in pumping it out . . .?” Intelligent Moupiya sensed his condition. And she looked at her watch, and then beckoned him to proceed into the antechamber where a relaxing divan was installed.
Next moment, inside the antechamber, Moupiya completely denuded herself, and she also stripped off Rathin, — her eyes pooped out in wonder and fascination seeing his huge throbbing cock which was already lubricated with his pre-ejaculatory secretion.
Setting him in upright position, face-to-face, Moupiya, sitting on the divan-edge, leaned on his thick angry chocolaty-hued cock, and having clasped her right fingers around his cock-shaft, she opened its foreskin to bare his cock-glans, and then she drew out her tongue and her tongue-tip snaked over the meatus or tinny cock-orifice, thus making him groan in ecstasy. Her tongue-tip rolled over his pinkish glans, for a couple of seconds, prior to engulfing it. And thereafter, her mouth started bobbing, to-and-fro, on his erection, thus pleasuring him with the bliss tantamount to that of coital copulation.
Moupiya was always fond of both sucking and being sucked. And as far as cock-suction or blowjob was concerned, she was a connoisseur of it. Placing hands on her shoulders, Rathin was also zealously moving back-and-forth against her eager mouth in rhythm with hers; her oral nectar bathing his cock as though it was swimming in a pool of saliva. He is hissing frequently.
The squashy sounds [of suction], mingled with his soft groans, roamed round the chamber, filling the room with a sharp odur of sex. And came then that awaited moment of highest ecstasy — and Rathin started flooding out in her mouth. Moupiya instinctively and instantly closed her mouth or lips over his cock to gather or draw his full globs of sperms to its last drop in her eager mouth. He almost filled her mouth with his volcanic lava . . . almost choking her. She patiently received all his passion-liquid, and then gulped it all down with gusto.
As she pulled him out from her mouth, she, to her utter surprise and delight, saw him still hard — perhaps ready to fill her again. At that very moment, Moupiya felt hornier and desirous to ask him to now pump his seeds in her womb. And she spoke her mind to him, without inhibition and hesitation. Her invitation thrilled Rathin. In no time, Moupiya assumed a missionary position, and pulled him between her inner thighs. Next moment, automatically, Rathin placed his hungry mouth on her clean-shaved pubic mound which was profusely lubricated with her orgasmic wetness.
She moaned little louder the moment his tongue invaded her womanhood, and mesmerized Rathin started eating up young Moupiya’s celestially-blessed prime youth, — as if he found in her his deceased wife. Thus he brought her to another few orgasms, and he tasted or licked clean all her oozing pubic nectar with gusto.
Finally, when Moupiya was imploring him to take her completely, Rathin uplifted her legs on his shoulders, and with a thrust he moved into her within, and assumed churning in her, with his hands working on her high breasts. Moupiya loved his style of copulation, and took a decision to make him her secret and regular lover outside marriage. It was her first escapade outside marriage — though she was not considering it as her marital infidelity towards Sanjay who would rather feel delighted about it and would perhaps want to be a voyeur in her next or future extramarital trysts.
Rathin, however, went on to savagely make love to her, taking her to the seventh heaven with him. And finally, the wet moment was forthcoming. . . And sensing it, Moupiya immediately locked or enclosed her legs around him, and pulled him deeper. She had no tension, that it was a safe day for her. And then she saw stars . . . as a huge blast of seminal outburst hit the wall of her womb. She murmured in ecstasy, while his warm seeds flowed ahead along her fallopian tube unto her receptive uterus. . .
After this ejaculation, Rathin collapsed on her bosom and she hugged him tight. After a minute of rest or relax, Rathin again mouthed on one her pert and milk-abounded breast, and now that breast of hers again produced milk for him, and he resumed sucking up her both breasts, by turns, somewhat wildly now. The supply was continuous and corresponding to the demand. . . It took another 15 minutes for Rathin to empty her breasts, once again. But this time, he bit hard in her breast-skin, and thus left some haphazard love-bites all around her breasts.
Anyway, after their love-session was over, they dressed up hurriedly, and then Rathin left off Moupiya’s chamber, leaving her fully satisfied satiated and played out.
After Rathin’s departure, Moupiya saw her watch and found that their tryst lasted for an hour and a half. .
That night horny Moupiya narrated the incident to her prurient hubby, Sanjay Ray, and showed her sore breasts having clear marks of love-bites and profound suction. The scars in her breasts instantly eroticized Sanjay, and that night the Couple made love, skin-to-skin. This incident opened up a new chapter in their warm conjugality, and the Couple concluded an understanding to practice hedonistic promiscuity in secret as a spice to add to their sex-part of conjugality to sweeten it up further. . .
[To be continued]
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