Seven Year Itch 8211 Part 3
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My friend and I were sitting in the Park hotel’s coffee shop on a busy street in Kolkata. We noticed a smart young man watching porn about the seven year itch while waiting for food along with his sexy female companion. He could’ve bedded the beautiful woman if he so desired, yet he’d found time for porn.
“Why do we need porn?” asked my friend earnestly. “Because it’s one thing to make love and a totally different perspective, to see her in action,” I replied with conviction.
“So you are saying, it’s more satisfying to see the lady in action, then we can realize those sequences while having real sex,” summarised my friend, putting down his cup, like a judge puts down the hammer after a categorical judgment.
That little conversation opened my eyes. I thought about my own logic. Lately, I have watched many porn videos, wishing to see my beautiful wife in those positions. It wasn’t because I couldn’t have her anytime I wanted. But the real reason was our novelty factor was gone.
We’ve been married for 7 years with no kids yet. She’s 29 with a model-like figure and a flawless, golden-white complexion. Over the years, she has maintained her stats of 36-26-37, with regular exercise and a strict diet regimen. Standing 5 feet 7 inches tall, she is pure eye candy.
The only constant change is with her dark natural curls. Playing with its length or color and even straightening it, she spares no effort to maintain her hair as her crowning glory. In her younger days, her glamorous looks attracted many offers for modeling and acting.
But she decided to marry me, a second-generation car dealer. I’m Indrajit, age 33, 5’9”, skinny, very fair, and clean shaved.
My wife wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, but Shimona was seeing other guys in her maiden days. Being sexually active before marriage, she satisfied me over and above my expectations. She had no problem giving blowjobs, and in fact, loved sucking cock.
She didn’t depend on my missionary style to orgasm every time, choosing to ride my cock to her satisfaction. We enjoyed sex thoroughly but never ventured beyond these two positions, limited by my inexperience.
Recently I’d joked about her getting the ‘seven year itch.’ But in reality, it had come down to her riding me twice a week, out of physical need. At the same time, I opted to relieve myself in the shower 4 times a week rather than go through the motions of mechanical intercourse.
That same weekend, I got an idea at a wedding reception partying. Shimona was in gold and maroon lehenga-choli with a backless blouse, giving hard competition to the bride. Her maroon blouse’s gold borders matched her flat milky belly, making people (including some girls) check her out.
Men were ogling at her diamond-studded navel and her under-ear tattoo. She’d got inked recently with a Mandala lotus, shaded pale blue and pink, contrasting with her ivory-like neck. The event was held after a long lockdown period with no parties.
So Shimona had got herself a shiny, dark pixie haircut that she reasoned was to get rid of over-processed locks. But in reality, to flaunt an eye-catching tattoo. Plus, her attractive, perfectly oval face could carry off any haircut, making her look fresh and enticing.
At the drinks counter, I overheard two young guys talking about her. One was saying he could fuck her sweet pussy till morning. The other concurred, adding that he would lift her like a doll and pump her in mid-air.
I thought that if I arrange a Toy Boy for her, younger than her, with lots of stamina, we could refresh our sex life. Going back to the early days of our engagement, Shimona used to seduce me on every date. For the simple reason that she had enjoyed intercourse with another male and wanted some more action.
It was only 7 pm. I found Shimona talking to the DJ. She walked up to them with her favorite dirty martini in hand. She said bye to the DJ with a side hug, and the cheeky youngster put his hand around her fair back, squeezing lightly. I found the right opening and asked her nonchalantly:
Jeet: Baby, I was thinking about a gift for our anniversary.
She held my elbow, resting her head on my shoulder. I sniffed her head, drawing a whiff of her sweet smell, that was still enough to give me an instant boner. Looking at my swelling package, she replied:
Shimona: Shona, your nunu (cock) is my gift.
Jeet: I know, baby, how about another nunu?
Shimona: You mean a toy, hahaha.
Jeet: Maybe a real Toyboy session.
Shimona: Really!
She looked at me with her lower lip pressed under her pretty upper teeth. It was a tell-tale sign that she was very much interested. I ruffled the slightly curly mop on her head, kissing her velvety eyebrow and squeezing her creamy waist with my hand, which was hidden by her choli.
Her sides’ sharp hairline was shaved by a razor from cheek to the neck, leaving the nape line scissor cut, giving her an ultra-feminine look. I ran my finger on the sensitive shaved edge, giving her erotic goosebumps. She was ready for it.
Jeet: I’ll make some calls, make it happen.
Shimona: But when? It’s next week, we invited so many people, jaan.
Jeet: When is shark week? (her periods)
Shimona: Just passed. I’m in the safe zone.
Jeet: Keep your fingers crossed, shonu.
I left her sweating in her own heat and went looking for my PA. I guessed if the resourceful gent could arrange a prostitute for difficult clients, he could manage a gigolo too. But I had to be careful to get the service without being caught in the act.
I gave my PA the specs. A boy of about 20 years but not much older, clean shaved and cute looking, without body hair or any untoward tattoos. The PA assured me a young chap, around 20 ish, would come within the hour to a room booked at the same 5-star hotel. He gave me an access card.
I walked up to guest services and asked for an upgraded suite, paying cash for the transaction. With no paperwork, the receptionist simply exchanged the card of 710, the old suite, with 718, the new one. Even the PA wouldn’t be able to snoop on me.
would text me. I’d give the room number only to him, that too, at the last minute. I’d thought of everything, almost.
With the plan set in motion, I texted my darling wife. I wanted to make sure she was absolutely comfortable and felt safe. It wasn’t like she had only slept with one man in her life. But she hadn’t strayed in the last seven years. So I really wanted to make this a cosseting experience for her.
Jeet: Baby, come to 718.
Shimona: Ok, Shona.
I tipped a bell boy and got condoms. Then set lavender mood lighting in the suite, lighting up a scented candle and setting the ac to a warm temperature. Shimona walked in and hugged me, putting her pointed tongue out for a lick.
She removed all her clothes, including her prized white lingerie, which couldn’t be soiled. She kept them neatly folded in the closet. She noticed some pussy hair and used the disposable razor in the bathroom to scrape it clean. I joked with her:
Jeet: Relax, Shonu, it’s not your first night.
Shimona: Buboi! If you joke like this, I’ll go home.
Jeet: that’s why I’m here, jaan. You can stop anytime.
Shimona: Don’t go anywhere, ok, and I’ll say when I’m done
I joked to lighten her mood:
Jeet: Shonu, be good to the kid, don’t eat him alive.
She stood on her tiptoes, pouting her red lips. I kissed her softly, with my hand cradling her head like a baby. Our chemistry was still alive. I already had an erection, just noticing the small ruby stones hanging from her ears. Her diamond belly button stud was shining with a lavender glow.
She hadn’t matched her pedicured red toenails with her hands, opting instead for a deep purple color on her stylish fingernails. Looking at her big black smokey eyes, with blue eye shadow and long eyelashes, I wondered if any male in coitus with her could hold his cum for more than 60 seconds.
We heard a door knock, and someone cleared their throat. I opened the door, finding a youthful 20 something guy in a peach-colored suit with tight skinny pants. I was impressed by his picture-perfect Toyboy looks. He had clean spiky hair and reddish blushing cheeks with pink lips.
Even his shoes were well polished. He introduced himself as Benoy and asked shyly if this is ‘the room.’ I confirmed with a nod. He was a bit nervous, so I gave him a Breezer from the minibar. I then quickly showed him some sex positions on my phone.
“She’s inside, doesn’t like to talk much, don’t you mind if I stay for a while,” I said. He shook his head, meaning he’s fine with me. Shimona was still standing at the bathroom door, with only her head sticking out.
Toyboy: Hi, Palki!
Shimona: Shim…
She bit her tongue. I’d asked her not to tell her real name.
She smiled warmly, coming out naked, taking him into her long arms. Then whispered sweet nothings in his ear. I saw him instantly relaxed, a tent rising in his pants. Shimona pulled Benoy by his tie to the bathroom mirror and applied her red lipstick on his lips.
Then took out her mascara pencil to do his eyes lightly. Satisfied, she took him to the bed, sat on its edge, and started undressing him. He took off his shoes just as she opened his belt, dropping his pants down. Shimona took his hand and put it on her left boob, looking straight into his eyes.
She dropped his boxers, catching his almost 6 inches shaved cock. The boy went close, trying to kiss her. So she raised her head and smooched his lipstick clad lips, sucking on his tongue. Benoy held her face in his hands, grabbing and pulling her short hair just as she pushed him away from the liplock.
Sitting on the sofa, I had my cock in one hand while my phone was on the table recording at bed height, cutting out the boy’s face. I felt cozy just watching Shimona’s slow erotic lovemaking. After all, it was her gift. She could take it slow and easy.
I sensed a strong desire awakening in Shimona, like the old days. Without hesitation, she bent and took his cock into her mouth, licking expertly. I’d already cautioned her that if she made the Toyboy cum with her oral skills, she could kiss her orgasm goodbye.
Luckily she remembered my advice and finished her blowjob before he could spill out his load. She climbed back into the bed and held his hand to join her in the luxurious three-layered mattress with white satin sheets.
The Toyboy went directly for her gorgeous C-cup natural boobs, fondling them and sucking her tits like a baby. Shimona played with his spiky hair and then gently pushed his head down to her cunt. The Toyboy took her entire pussy between his teeth, pretending to eat it whole.
This was making Shimona shriek and laugh, “Aiee Ahh hahaha.” It had been ages since I heard her making those sexual sounds in bed. Then he started running his tongue between her pussy lips, tickling her from clit to hood. She lay back spread-eagled.
Her legs were wide apart, allowing him access to go as deep as possible with his tongue. The expression on her face was pure bliss, and she tried to reach out with her hand to touch me. I ignored her because we didn’t want the wrong precedent of a threesome.
My point was to light her embers of desire, not turn her into a sex-craving whore. Tired of tongue action, the Toyboy started licking Shimona, from her pussy, to her navel, all the way up to her cleavage. She caught him and started sucking the Toyboy’s nipples in return. He was surprisingly strong.
The Toyboy caught Shimona’s narrow waist and rolled her body in place, like a log. She shrieked, and he pretended to bite her ass cheeks, slapping them lightly. She asked him to slap harder, to make her buns red. She bit down on the pillow as .
With a red hot tingling ass, she turned around, sitting up on her knees, rubbing her clit with uncontrolled sensations. They clasped hands with fingers interlocked, supporting each other, then kissed again. This time with rawness, seeking each other’s lips with extended tongues.
Slowing down, Shimona offered her pretty face to the Toyboy. He kissed every inch from the forehead to eyebrows, eyelids, ears, nose, and chin. He was biting down lightly on her earlobes and pulling her ears to make her moan.
It was time for some cock action. So Shimona took her Toy boy’s almost erect dick in her fist, rubbing his tight foreskin up and down. He seemed to like her hair a lot, not taking his hands off her head. So she bent and started rubbing his cock on her short hair.
Within seconds the cock was ready for entry. Her tight hole was already well lubricated. She opened a condom and rolled it all the way down his cock, then lay down, inviting him to intercourse. It looked like they were going for the missionary, but it was only a practice session.
He held Shimona’s hands, pinned her down in light bondage. She was sliding his cock over her pussy lips and lower belly, kissing the tattoo on her neck. Shimona said something in his ear, and the Toyboy sat up, wrapping her long legs around his torso, making her straddle his thighs.
She held his dick with one hand, descending her vagina on it slowly with a gasp, “Aah.” She voiced with an open mouth, then started swinging in his lap. They gyrated for a few minutes with her hands on his shoulders and the boy holding her narrow waist.
The boy was too short to control her movement in that stance. He was roughly the same height as her, so her boobs were smothering him. She jiggled her boobs, rubbing them playfully on his face. The boy pulled out, opened Shimona’s legs, and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
He threw her right leg over his left shoulder. Her left leg locked on his left hip, then thrust forward with his cock to enter her vagina. Laying down on her back with nothing in her control. Shimona played with her own boobs, lifting her head once to see her pussy being banged.
Her moans were now interspaced with dirty talk. She whispered, encouraging the Toyboy to keep drilling, “Aaah, take me, yes, fuck my pussy, harder!”
Shimona suddenly rose, hugging the Toyboy and biting down on his chest as she climaxed. When she relaxed and moved away, there was a red hickey on his white hairless chest. She put her finger on it, then put her finger back on her own breast, indicating that she wanted one.
The Toyboy pushed her into the bed for a good missionary fuck to relieve himself. He mounted her and put his face in her chest, biting hard. He was almost done in 2 minutes when Shimona asked him to pull out. With his body already shaking to cum, he pulled out, holding his cock.
Shimona snatched his condom away at the moment he started cumming. He gave her cumshots all over her face and boobs. There was a love bite on her chest where she had asked, and she massaged it with his cream. Shimona rubbed his pulsing cock on her pretty lips.
She was making him push out the last drops out of his balls. Then she squeezed his shaft, sucking, to milk it dry. He was used, but Shimona was not done with him yet. She took him into the shower to wash off the cum from her body. She asked him to dry her with a crisp towel, enjoying its soft friction on her silky skin.
Kissing and indulging in after-play, they went to bed for a second round. This time she lay down. He sat on his knees, holding Shimona’s legs raised up, then penetrated her deep and started grinding sideways, slowly. In about 5 minutes, she was warmed up and moaning.
Then he couldn’t resist the temptation and bent down to bite her waist hard. She moaned loudly and reached a dreamy, orgasmic state. The Toyboy twisted her flexible body sideways to speed up his strokes and started fucking in a spooning position.
Both of them orgasmed, one after the other. They lay in bed with the Toyboy spooning Shimona, one arm tucked under the curve of her waist, cuddling her soft body.
The boy’s phone started ringing, and Shimona released him with a farewell kiss on his lips. He said something in her ear, got dressed, and vanished.
I lit a cigarette ending my 43-minute . Shimona was walking to the closet to get her clothes when she froze in her tracks. We both heard a clear knock on the door.
To be continued.
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