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STORY OF A BATTERED WIFE…PART II free porn video
STORY OF A BATTERED WIFE…PART II ……the story continues…
It has been two months since Arvind had first made love to me. He
visited us once a week in our small house and I realized that our
relationship had changed. The moment I heard his voice or saw him,
my heart would beat faster, I felt shy facing him, my body turned
hot and I just wanted to melt in his arms. When he sat beside me and
looked at me, I avoided his eyes and demurely answered in
monosyllables his queries. When he took my hand to check pulse, I
knew that he could measure a higher heart beat in me. Oh God! Why
does he come to torment me more! Does he not realize that I love
him. I was looking for affection and love and physically and
emotionally Arvind was providing me the same. My parents treated him
with love and respect even though sometimes they did talk about his
interest in coming to our home.
Today I have to go for a medical check up and when my parents wanted
to accompany me, I categorically said no. I told them I wanted to
stand on my own feet and start moving around. I wanted to be with
Arvind alone. My mother packed a lunch box for me, in case I was
delayed. She packed two chapattis and bhaji. I was excited and hoped
to meet Arvind there at the hospital. I reached the hospital and
Arvind was waiting at the reception counter for me. On seeing him, I
melted. He arranged the paperwork and also walked me inside for the
checkup. I was now physically fit and OK. My bones and fractures had
healed and I was advised to take care for a couple of months. Arvind
accompanied me outside and then suggested that we go out to have
lunch. I hesitated and then in a low voice said I have lunch packed
and we could go somewhere where we can be alone. Arvind looked at me
and smiled. He took me to his hospital quarters. I was walking
beside him with my head bowed, matching his strides. I could hear
some comments from his colleagues as we neared his room but I was
excited. I wanted to spend some time with Arvind. I wanted him to
fuck me, screw me, do whatever he wanted but show me love while
doing it.
On entering his room, I was surprised at the neatness. His bed was
neat and his study table was well organized. While I was looking
around his room, I felt a hand engulfing me, embracing me from
behind. I could feel him kissing the nape of my neck as his wet
toungur traced a path from the neck to my earlobes. His hands were
fondling my breast and I pressed against him. I turned to face him
and embraced him. He kissed me on my mouth. His lips were on my
mouth and I opened up for him. I was in seventh heaven. As Arvind
continued kissing me he began removing my clothes, but he was
arousing me by caressing my body and removing my clothes slowly.
When he had my blouse and bra off he spent a lot of time kissing my
breasts and sucking on my nipples. Both his hands were pressing my
breast while he was sucking my nipples and twirling it in his mouth.
Then he loosened my sari and let it fall to the floor. I was already
starting to have a small orgasm. Next I felt his hand on my panties
and I was desperate and helping him to take it off. I was standing
naked in front of him, lost to the whole world while passionately
kissing him. Arvind just tightened his hold around me and lifted me,
all the while kissing me, my feet dangling, raised from the floor
while he carried me to the bed. I was excited and feeling very
horny. I could feel my cunt all wet, well lubricated. Arvind removed
his clothes and naked he climbed on the bed and lay beside me. We
were both naked and he embraced each other and he was kissing me.
His hands were now on my cunt as he inserted his fingers in my
vagina. He began to play with my clitoris and kept at it and now my
cunt /choot was flowing. Arvind then moved between my legs and
placed his cock/lund at the entrance to my cunt/choot. He moved very
slowly trying not to hurt me as he pushed his cock/lund in until he
was all the way in. Arvind initially started to fuck me slowly and
then increased his pace. His hands were playing with my breast and
nipples while his mouth was sucking my mouth. I was in a sexual
stage, a happiness was flowing within me. The current or the impulse
shooting thru’ me at all times made me delirious. I tightened my
hold on him and raised my legs wrapping it around his buttocks as he
penetrated and fucked me. I could not hold any longer and with a
loud shout I came. I could feel him still pounding me and I was
again being carried away to a world of passion. His nearness and his
loving purring- `darling, you are my true love, I love you, oh…. You
are a sexy person etc…. was shooting a spark thru’ me. Finally he
came with a grunt and when his spurts hit me in my cunt, I exploded.
I could not believe that a person could give me such pleasures in a
short time. We lay there, arms around and enjoying each others
proximity. He was kissing me all over my body while I also my
kissing him wherever I could feel his skin. He was a sweet person
and the more I kissed him, the more I felt secured in my life. I
don’t know when I slept off.
My dreams came back to torment me. I found myself in my in-laws
home. (As I wrote in my earlier story (Part 1) my In-laws family
lived in a world of their own. I was made to toil from the first day
in the house, taking care of my father-in-law (FIL) 55 yrs, mother-
in-law(MIL) 48 yrs, one elder brother-in-law(EBIL) 30 yrs and one
younger sister-in-law (YSIL) 23 yrs. The EBIL was divorced while the
YSIL was a graduate looking for a good employment. The first night I
was forcibly fucked (raped) by my husband. I don’t remember when I
went to sleep but I was harshly woken up by my MIL the next day
morning at 5.30 A.M. With choicest abuses she shoved me to the
kitchen and asked me to get to work in cleaning the kitchen and
preparing the morning breakfast. Tears were flowing from my eyes and
she accused me of shedding false tears. This story is about my
Brother in law (BIL). I don’t want to take his stupid name and will
be using BIL as his initials. He deserves the initial B as he is a
bas…rd. He worked in a factory and always had night duty. Morning,
he would be sleeping his butt off. The house was a one bedroom hall
tenement belonging to the housing board. These are the small
independent houses built during the British days located in the
suburbs. The family had built a loft which was accessible by a
narrow steep wooden staircase. The loft was partitioned into three
small rooms and one was occupied by us and the other by the BIL and
SIL. We had to move around the loft with our heads bowed because of
its low height. The space was squeezed and it hardly had a
maneuvering space or walking space. Morning it used to be me and MIL
and BIL at home with BIl sleeping while I worked. MIL would be
hanging around watching me or outside chatting and gossiping with
the neighbors. BIL would always smell of desi liquor).
Not more than a month had passed after my marriage and I was
desperately trying to please my Inlaws. I was constantly harassed,
occasionally beaten by husband and MIL. I felt lost, forlorn and not
loved at all. I could not turn back to my parents as they were poor
and I would be breaking their heart. I was willing to accept all
punishment and slowily I started feeling that something was wrong
with me for people not to love me.
It was noon time. My MIL had gone visiting the neighbors. I was busy
making chappatis and also keeping an eye on the aloo sabjhi being
prepared when I felt a presence behind me I turned to see my drunken
BIL standing there looking at me with his bloodshot eyes. BIL is
6’0″, dark, strong shoulders and a pot belly. He has a scraggy beard
and wild hair. His face is pockmarked because of chickenpox when
young. He has yellow/red stained teeth due to his constant smoking
and pan chewing. He reached forward and pressed my boobs. I was
terrified. With a leering grin he opened his pajama to expose his
Penis/lund. I pushed his hands away and tried to evade his reach,
but he kept pressing my boobs. The other hand on his Penis-shagging.
I pleaded –Bhaiya, I am your bhabhi. Please leave me alone. But my
pleadings had no affect on him. Now, in desperation, I pushed him
and tried to run towards the door. He immediately caught me by my
hair, pulled me back and SLAPPED me hard on my face a couple of
times. He said –`Randi, agar jyaada naatak karegi to zinda zalaa
doonga’. His eyes were blazing and I knew he meant what he said.
Like a cornered rat, I squirmed, scratched back and fought a losing
battle. At that time my MIL came and she saw her son with his back
turned hitting me. She immediately pounced on me and said –`chudail,
tuu kya mere bache pe dora daal rahi hai kya (Are you trying to
seduce my son) Randi… and now there were two people abusing me using
profanities and hitting me. I curled myself into a ball and lay in a
corner evading their attacks. I don’t know how much time I lay there
and finally when I opened my eyes, I found I was alone in the
kitchen and mom and son were sitting out and eating. I cried and
called on the almighty to save me. For them it was as if nothing had
happened. When at night I tried to hint to my husband about my
safety, he just abused me and fucked me. I started being careful
from then on and tried my best to avoid my BIL and save myself. But
all was in vain. As usual oneday, my MIL went to buy vegetables and
BIL was sleeping. My heart was beating fast. She had given me a lot
of chores which I had to complete by the time she came. Keeping the
front door open, I went about my job. I just wanted a way to escape
if anything happened. I never realized when he came behind me but by
the time I reacted I was late. I was in the kitchen and he caught me
by the hair and before I could shout, I felt the resounding SLAP on
my face. I lost all bearing and fell on the floor. He stood looking
at me naked from the waist. He had a semi erection. He threatened –
`randi, if you shout, I will smash your face and nobody will
recognize you’. I cowered under his threat. I was sobbing. He said-
`hence forth I want no naatak from you’. Saying this he easily
pulled me up by my hair and I was on my knees. He pulled my face on
his crotch and asked me to suck his lund. When I tried to avoid, he
hit my head repeatedly. I realized, I had no choice but to accept. I
took his semi erect cock in my mouth. It had a pungent smell and I
fell like puking. He was pushing my face more onto his lund and I
could feel it growing in my mouth. He made me lick, suck and use my
hands on his lund, till he came with a big spurt. I gaggled and
finally was able to swallow his whole cum. Then he raised me and
started feeling my boobs. I gave in. I knew I had no choice. He
loosened my blouse and started fondling my breast. His mouth was on
my tits as I stood there stunned, tears streaming down my eyes. I
felt used, dirty. Finally I could see that his cock was again hard.
He pulled me to his parents bedroom and then laying me on the bed,
rolled my sari and petticoat up, he removed my panties and then lay
on top of me inserted his lund. By now, I was practiced enough to
realize how to take a lund all in. I spread my leg and he started
pumping. He was dirty and smelly and his mouth started kissing my
mouth. I lay still like a dead person while he fondled me, fucked me
and finally emptied himself in me. Later he got up and walked away
without even glancing back while I cried, dressed and went back to
kitchen. Fucking my BIL was another job I had from then on. He
wanted to be sucked once a week or two and fucked once a month. I
felt he just wanted to humiliate me. I gave in and just went about
as if it was a work. I never had any feeling. I was dead for them.).
In my dream, I dreamed of me being ill and running a temperature
when my BIL suddenly made his appearance and forced me to have sex
with him. I was sobbing and pushing him, beating him on his chest
saying constantly, please leave me alone today.. I am not well…. MY
God… somebody save me……while he just hit me on the face and said…
randi…jyada naatak math kar….choos isko…., his hard erect lund was
pointed at me and I was being forced to suck him off, I shouted and
cried..nooooooooo, please help me, please leave me alone,,,,,
Suddenly I woke up. I was lying on top of Arvind and he was shaking
me up from my deep sleep. He was shouting…’Darling wake up. I
suddenly woke up and found that I was on top of Arvind and he was
concerned. He said – `Darling you had a bad dream…. You were hitting
me on my chest and crying and saying to leave you alone….’ Tears
were running down my face and he looked hurt. He said—Dear, why were
you shouting, what’s happening, why did you shout that you wanted to
be left alone, you can’t do it….. What is happening!!!!!!!! Are you
having some bad dreams!!!!!!!!! Seeing Arvind beside me gave me
confidence. Even though I was shattered after the dreams, it took me
some time to tell him about my BIL’s indiscretion.
He was quiet for some time and then he took me in his arms and
kissed my eyes and mouth and said. .’Darling, it is time you undergo
psychiatrist help. It is absolutely necessary to undergo that
treatment as it will give you a final resolve/ solution to your bad
dreams………….. I have a friend who is good in this field and he will
be a good help to you’.
Suddenly, I could see my life changing. There were nice people in
this world who would help poor people like me…………Isn’t that
wonderful…..
I was lying on top of Arvind and as he comforted me, I could feel a
love for him. I kissed him and he responded. I could feel his
penis/lund hardening and I teurned over and lay on the bed, pulling
him on top of me. He was enjoying my companionship and getting
excited. He was hot and his lund/cock was straining to get in me. He
positioned himself on me and then started fucking/banging me. I
cried out loud…….OHHHHHHHH I am dying, I am cumming and then we both
exploded together. That was one of the best sex I had.
Friends, readers if you would like to know how I had my revenge on
my husband, his sister and their family plz wait for next part
Dani
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