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The story so far. Dr Jeet.meets Mrs Balbir at the hospital where she had come to show her asthmatic teenage daughter. They develop instant liking for each other and become friendly. Mrs Balbir in her mid 30’s is just 5 ft but with a well manicured body. She dresses well and looks at least 10 yours younger. Dr Jeet and Balbir are a picture of contrast he is at least 11 inches taller, 15 kg heavier and a bachelor. Balbir is a teacher in the local convent school. She stays alone as her husband works in Punjab and obviously not all is well between them. On the day of her daughter’s birthday party they have sex for the first time .Their sex was intense when their pent up feelings get released. In Part two, few weeks later they decide to spend a quiet weekend in a holiday resort. The holiday as narrated by Blabir starts with Jeet getting a wonderful blow job in the car itself. That night Jeet uses an ingenious gadget on his tool to enhance the “pleasure’ index. They have wonderful sex the best Balbir has ever had. The second night is surprisingly different. It was totally unexpected. Read on in the words of Balbir.
Breakfast time would end at 10 am .To save time we decided to shower together. As I applied the liquid soap on his groin and could feel him becoming hard. Oh Lord! Would I able to tolerate another pounding? My poor Pussy!!! Minutes later I was bent over the commode and he was on top of me. He lathered my pussy with the liquid soap and with a gentle push was totally inside me. I was already bruised and I felt a sharp pain. But before I could recover Jeet was fucking me in right earnest with the familiar in – out movement. My pussy was soon throbbing and going into spasms. I never knew when I climaxed as my insides were so slippery with the soap, his cum and my juices. He came immediately afterwards pushing deep and hard into me pinning my frail small frame against the commode cover. He must have jerked at least four – six times inside me and then he was still. We showered and were able to make it for breakfast in one piece. I was barely able to walk and hoped no one noticed.
On return back to the room Jeet became busy in the newspaper. And an hour later went for a swim. I used this valuable time to soak my bruised body in the luke warm water in the tub following which I did the usual post shower “Body care” rituals. By the time Jeet arrived it was around 1:30 pm. He seemed to be moody and preoccupied. Something was bothering him I was sure. We had lunch in the room ans took that much needed afternoon nap. We woke around 5pm. Jeet said that he was expecting a friend around 6. I was alarmed as I had thought this was supposed to be a secret trip. But he assured me that everything was in control. Over a cup of tea Jeet told me about his Surgeon friend who was not only his colleague at work but a friend in School and college. They had been close friends for the last 20 years. It seems that his friend Manohar had been through a horrible marriage and a traumatic divorce. He was a “nice guy” but fate had been cruel to him. Jeet wished him the best and wanted to bring back joys of life back to Manohar’s life. He blurted out “ Balbir, I seek a favour from you. “What’s that ,” I said.“I want you to have sex with him. You will be doing a great favor to me.” He said with emotion.
I was shocked! I was speechless.Manohar is a nice guy and I cannot see him suffer so much sexual depravation.” He continued. “Besides before he gets desperate and does something foolish like visiting a commercial sex worker or seduces a nurse etc he needs to be taken care of.”He will be with us by 7pm. I want you to make him happy. “My mind was racing. I was trapped in this love triangle. I had never bargained for this. I felt like crying. I kept telling myself – Hold on think , think. Then I heard the devil whispering in my mind that I was a slut anyway. If it was Jeet it could also be Manohar. In any case there was no way I could get out of this now. So I decided to wait for the developments. Dr Manohar arrived at 7:30 pm and met us in the bar. The usual introductions were over in 10 minutes. Manhor was around 5 ft 7” / 75 kg had an athletic body and dressed very casually in a white jersey and Denims. There was no mistaking the quite noticeable bulge behind the zip of his denims. He spoke little and it was obvious that Jeet and Manhor were the best of pals. They gulped down several bottles of beer before we decided to have dinner.
We decided to retire except that Jeet went to Our room and I followed Manohar to his room down the corridor. The Beer had changed Manohar and he was now more perky and obviously high. When we entered the room his hands were already around my waist and he was gently pushing me inside the room. We sat on the sofa. I was nervous and a bit pissed off on the sudden turn of events. Perhaps he sensed this and so he started chatting to give me time to adjust to the changed scenario. “You are a very beautiful woman……Can I call you Balbir ? “ he said.“Sure you can,” I said. “And Thanks for the compliment. Perhaps this is because I have not yet been mauled by men as usual house wife.”I see,” he laughed. “You do have a cynical view of men. But with what I have been through with my marriage I an equally cynical about the whole thing of “marriage”, He said.“Have you been married long,” he asked.Yes, we have been married 17 years and have a daughter, ” I replied.”Hmm, and May I ask how old ?” He asked.”Shalu is 15, now.” I responded.”And what do you doi?” He asked,“Well I teach English” I said pensively. “Life is quite straight for me. Its school to home and back. That pretty well sums it all.”“ Well what about your Husband ? Poor guy….missing out on such a beauty like you.”Well its Ego!!! I may not be divorced but I have a useless sexless loveless life,” I whispered.
I was slowly cozying up to him. “Men ogle at me, I can see lust and passion in their eyes, women hate me.. Are envious perhaps, but deep inside me I am lonely and unfilled. What a strange situation!,” Well well .. Life has to go on and God has a plan for everyone. Like bringing us together tonight. Two passionate unfulfilled souls,” he said” We made small talk for some more minutes. I felt a flush creep over me as I noticed him letting his gaze fall on my breasts. Jeet used to always praise my breast size as being just right, not too large and not to small. Monohar was getting a good look at my cleavage. Perhaps leaving the top two buttons undone and my ¾ cup lace bra was showing too much.Manohar then seated himself next to me and put his arm around me and kissed my cheeks.
“No, No, Please! I should not be doing this,” I murmered in vain. His lips crushed down on mine as his arms tightened around me, holding me against him. I struggle briefly, then yielded to the erotic feelings that he was stirring up in me. I just kind of went limp in his arms and opened my lips to his searching tongue.His right hand had started fondling my breasts and his lips kissing all over my face, biting the ear lobes, kissing my eyes and the back of the neck. Within minutes he had unbuttoned by shirt, I felt his hands pulling at my bra , and then the warmness of his hands against my flesh as his fingers fumbled at the clasp of my bra. The sudden release seemed to excite me more and I arched my breasts out to his searching hands. Manohar squeezed and molded my breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at the erect nipples, all the while his tongue danced against mine. Soon he had my firm breasts in his mouth gulping at them and sucking at my tight nipples. I could feel me responding. I was feeling hot and wet between my legs my juices had started flowing.
‘Oouuccch ! Eeeezzzy, man …gently you beast,” I managed to grunt out as he went hammer and tongue at by poor breasts. He was too busy to say anything and fully focused at his work.I was excited myself. I grabbed his hair and pulled him away and landed my own lips on his. We were in a tight embrace passionately kissing. His tongue groping the insides of my mouth and mine his. Similarly my hands were feverishly trying to unplug his hard on from the confines of his pants without much success. His efforts met with more success in lifting my skirt up to my waist exposing my tight firm legs and thighs. Now he was tugging at the elastic of my panties. I lifted my self to let him pull them down to my ankles. Now my well trimmed bush over a bulging pubis were exposed with just a hint of the slimy crevice below.
“You are even more beautiful than I thought.” He breathed, and his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to him. For long moments we kissed passionately, my arms going around his waist, pulling him to me. Breathlessly, we broke from the deep kisses and Manohar lifted me bodily in his arms and sat me on the bed. Seconds later, the shirt and bra were out and the skirt dropped on the floor. I was totally naked in front of him. He gazed down at my felinity. Beautiful!!” he whispered and bent his head to kiss me on the nipples of the breasts. As he sucked vigorously on my sensitive nipples, I felt his hand running up the inside of my thighs, reaching the warm wetness between them. With all resistance gone, I allowed him to guide my hand to the swollen bulge in his pants.
“Take it out!” he hissed, “You know you want it!” His fingers rubbed steadily against my swollen pussy lips as my own fingers searched and found the zipper to his pants. It made a hissing noise that seemed so loud in the quiet space we occupied. Slowly, my fingers wrapped around the swollen cock, feeling it throbbing as I pulled it into the open. Manohar groaned huskily and stepped back, allowing me to get my first look at his raging cock.
I could see as well as feel that it was thicker than Jeet’s but not necessarily longer. His hands were on my shoulders and I felt him pushing me downward. Still holding his cock, I bent over at the waist, the rigid flesh pointing up at me. Slowly, I stuck out my tongue and licked its globular head tasting the thin, pre-cum juice that was oozing from the tip.As my lips closed over the swollen head, Manohar leaned forward over me, his hand coming under to grasp and squeeze my hanging tits. Slowly, he worked his hips back and forth, driving his cock into my mouth. I could feel him throb against my tongue as he struggled to resist the urge to explode inside me.
Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth, violently he spun me around, bending me over two pillows. I was by now oozing profusely and could feel the love juices trickling down the sides of my thighs. He stepped behind and his huge cock bumped against my ass-hole. I pulled away slightly and raised my bums upwards to meet the inevitable. He was by now hissing loudly and breathing heavily. He positioned the head of the massive cock at the mouth of my pussy hole. With one fierce jerk he was more than half inside me. I let out a muffled shriek as my hole adjusted to his assault. The next push and he was totally inside pushing his cock deep into me. I groaned loudly as I felt his manhood surge to depths I have never known existed. I felt my vaginal lips stretching around the swollen shaft and his balls bouncing against my clit. He bent over me and grasped my tit with one hand and manipulated my clit with the other as he drove his cock rapidly in and out. I was so close to Cumming. The pure ecstasy of the moment caused my insides to tingle and I felt the orgasm building inside me like a ripple through my belly as my cunt spasms around his throbbing cock. I pushed back against his thrusting hips, knowing that his cum was filling my womb. Then he exploded like a volcano ejecting hot lava into my insides as I myself erupted into a huge orgasm and my body withered as if in a trance.
I had never experienced so much lust and sensuality in life. We were both spent having given all that we could to each other.A momentary pang of guilt flashed through me, as I felt Manohar slowly withdraw his softening cock. It was followed by a moment of fright as I realized that I was so very exposed . The thick cum was just beginning to ooze between my swollen pussy lips down my thighs.We remained like that in each other’s arms in a loose embrace enjoying the sensations as each of us breathed heavily from our exertions and thrilled to the lingering sensations of orgasm for almost an hour. In fact we both dozed off for a while. When I got up I quickly took in the situation. I grabbed my clothes and dashed off to the loo and tidied myself smoothened my crumpled dress best I could. I had no choice but to use my soiled panties.
When I came out Manohar was fully dressed and composed. His eyes were looking deeply into mine and he smiled at me, asking, “How do you feel, now?”
“You liked it, didn’t you?” “It is obvious that I did enjoy every moment of it!” I replied, “But, It won’t happen again! I was just doing a favor to Jeet and was carried away at the moment.””Why, can’t it happen again?” He grinned, “You have a hot little body just waiting to be ravished and I want more of it.””No!” I said sternly. “You know that I am a married woman with a teenage daughter at home. I am Jeet’s friend…. Ok Ok call me his mistress if you like. I did this because of Jeet and he is your close friend. We can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry that it went this far.””Don’t be so sure! You may change your mind!” He grinned as he forcefully kissed me again. I pushed him away and headed for the door. There was no turning back. Feeling slightly used and embarrassed, I made my way back to my room. Jeet was not there so I went straight to the toilet , showered in warm water, which smoothened my nerves. I wore a fresh set of sleeping gear and went to lie on the bed waiting for Jeet.
He arrived about twenty minutes later avoiding my eyes and with guilt oozing out from all over. He sat himself on the sofa in front of me. “What’s the matter, Balbir ? Didn’t you enjoy yourself?””Oh, Yes I really did enjoy the sex !” “Nothing like being intimate with your friends also ! “ I replied with an edge in my voice.I am sorry Balbir. I realized later that this was a hopelessly foolish thing to do .” He croaked.“Jeet, this is the end of the road for us.” I said. “I feel like a fucking slut to be used and traded.” By now I was softly sobbing.That night or whatever remained of it he slept on the sofa. We were silent on the way home next morning. Manohar was not with us. I got out of the car at the bus station.That was the last I saw my doctor sahib. Two months later I heard that he and his friend had left town.
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