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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 kiss 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 kissed 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 child 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 beatings. Often, when I wanted to end my life, the child 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 child 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 child 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 child 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 child 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 cry. I shook my head, and continued crying, till I could cry 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 kissing 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 kissed 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 blissful 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, kissed 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 bliss. And unable to hold back, I too responded as a true lover, sucking on his tongue, pouring my saliva into his mouth. This kiss 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. And I too smiled back at my lover. He then parted my cunt lips and ran his finger up and down my womanhood. I was breathing heavily. “Hurting?” he asked. “Never. I am enjoying it and am eagerly looking forward to your probing” I said. And he continued what he was doing, till his finger finally came and rested at my entrance. He slipped his finger in with utmost gentleness. And his finger, now within me, was probing me inside, making me gush volumes of my fluid. I was embarrassed, and told him so. “What for? I feel like a man now, and I am going to enjoy myself with you as my willing partner. What more can I ask for” he replied. And then he came down kissing me on my navel, on my thighs at the back of my knees, which thrilled me so much, and then down to my feet, where he started sucking on my toes.. He then slowly came up, and teasingly parted my thighs again, and dipped his face right into my oozing cunt.” Master! What are you doing sweetheart?” “Just wait darling. Let me show you something more” he said, and then his tongue darted out, licking me from my base till just below my clitoris. And then he stopped the darting and started sliding his tongue inside the cleft repeatedly. I was heaving like a ship on a stormy sea. I was coming away with ecstasy. “Mohan. My own Mohan. I am yours and yours alone. Is this what sex means? I love you master. You came like a savior and now you are my divine lover. I want you all for myself. Come lick me more darling and make me cum more” I cried out to him. And then he thrust his tongue deep into me and his tongue was twisting its way inside. And again I flooded his mouth. He lapped it up and said “More?” Again I blushed. Never in my life did I know how to blush. And now things had changed. Mohan came up and taking me in his powerful arms, started kissing me with wild abandon, this time his finger going down to open me down there, probing me within, first with one finger and then with another. He was probing for something I could make out from the intensity on his face. And then, he started gently scratching me at a spot just below my clitoris. OH! It was sheer bliss and what bliss it was. I was hearing on my ass, holding him so tight that the knuckles on my fingers became white. And he was enjoying my endearments with him. “I love you Usha. You are lovely and you are mining now.” As he said this, I once again squirted more of my liquid on to his fingers and he smiled into my eyes. I wanted him to take him in my mouth. I wanted to worship his manhood. He said that it will be later on. And for now, he and I were kissing away, my sex juices from his mouth mingling with my saliva and the same spurted back into his mouth. We were holding each other with total ardor, kissing away wildly, and wet, sloppy kisses all over each other bodies. And then I took courage, and took his manhood into my fist. I felt powerful. When I held it and told him so. He smiled. “That is how I felt when I came down on you to take your sweet cunt into my mouth” he replied. We were now scratching away each other’s backs, and my sharp nails seemed to have torn his skin at the back.
He then lay on his back and asked me to straddle him. I did. He held me by my waist and brought me forward, and more close, till my thighs were around his head. He parted my thighs and bringing me onto his mouth, started lapping me again on my cunt and then inside. Oh! What joy! What ecstasy! What I had been deprived off I was now experiencing with so much of his love and mine. Gently, I rode on his face, so that his tongue did the action of going in and then out of my cunt. And I again flooded him with my juices. A stage came when I could no longer hold it. “Master. Enough. I want you in me now. Don’t tantalize me more. Please Mohan. Come to me” I pleaded, and climbed down, and lay on my back spreading myself for him, hands held aloft to embrace him. He came between my thighs, his lovely manhood throbbing. And then with a gentle thrust, he slid into me. And then, gently at first, and then with deep thrusts, he pounded me. “Is it hurting, my love?” he asked. “Never darling. You have transported me to paradise on earth. So with me as you will. And everything you do, I love it” I replied. And then for each thrust of his, I too responded, with mine. “Mohan! My Mohan’ is all I was saying, calling out to him, softly, my hands around his back, my legs around his waist, while his thrusts and mine mingled together, making our world stand still, till it reached its crescendo. And then it was a flood. Of his and mine, gushing and mingling with one another to eventually mix as one. His action gently eased away, and as he emptied himself fully, he bent down and kissed me on my mouth. Oh. It was bliss. It was from my lover. And I wanted it. I had no regrets. We lay together, arms and legs entwined around one another, kissing away and savoring our romantic interlude. “I plan to ask for a divorce” I said. “And I want your help”. “Then what do you propose to do” he asked me. “I don’t know” I replied. “Then will you marry me?” he asked. And in reply, I held him hard and kissed him on his mouth. The lights just then went off; I went inside to get a lighted candle. When I came out, he was at the window he was standing at the large balcony, smoking a cigarette with just his dhoti wrapped around him. “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 kiss 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 kissed me deep and soulful.
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