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I am Tarun. I was aged 34 and my wife Tina aged about 30 years. We were married since the last eight years. I was about 5 ft. 8 inches; suave, fair and a handsome guy. We enjoyed married life in the best of way initially. We had sex almost two to three times a day. As time went by and responsibilities increased; this went down to once a day and then once in two or three days. Even after eight years of marriage, I enjoyed sex (which man does not?). However, the same was not the case with my wife. It was true that our sex life had reached a stage of stagnation. And was surely not what it had been.
There was monotony and lack of novelty. In bed, Tina ignored my sexual initiatives. Frankly my enthusiasm for sex with my wife Tina had also weakened. It was not because my wife was not beautiful. Far from it, she was very attractive and cared for her body and appearance. She was easily the best eye catcher in their colony. I could detect lust in some male eyes and envy in women, whenever I went around with her to public places such as market, movie theatres etc. However, she strictly shunned any hint of overtures from others and flatly rejected outright any proposal from me of non conventional sexual engagement.
Due to normal house problems, Tina was more worried about things other than sex. I was dissatisfied with our sex life because my wife hinted all the time that she was no longer interested in sex.
Hit by the monotony of routine sex, I developed some kinky feelings for sex in my mind. I had heard of wife swap, threesome etc. Such ideas excited me and I tried occasionally to talk to my wife Tina on such matters. She simply brushed them off, saying that I was a pervert to even think that. I was getting sexually restless; to say the least. My wife was not the least bit interested in any such non conventional sexual engagement and she made it clear to me in no uncertain terms, not once but as many times as I raised this issue.
We had a house maid, who came to do the house hold chores three times during morning at about 8 am, afternoon at about 1 pm and late evening at about 7 pm. She was quite a woman. She had round face with chubby cheeks. She was short but very agile and active. She came like a whirl wind, walking fast and would finish the work in no time and left. She was well built with curves in right places. She had big breasts, which caught my attention instantly. She moved seductively with her hips swaying in poetic motion. Her boobs moved as if they were inviting attention, when she walked hurriedly. Sometimes, I suspected that she enjoyed the stares, which movements of her boobs attracted amongst the hapless male onlookers. There was one quality in her, which I liked the most, which was that she loved to talk.
I heard her and Tina talking about small things regarding work or her house hold problems. She talked about her husband, who drank and beat her. She was short of money almost all the time. She had two kids. Perhaps her husband drank her income and left little to feed the family. Several times, she came to sweep the floor near me and asked me to move my feet away. She smiled mischievously as she asked me to move my feet. I smiled back with more mischievous look and stare at her boobs, if Tina was not looking. I sensed an undertone of something she had wanted to convey, but could not.
One morning, Tina was in the toilet. The maid was sweeping. She came near me and gave me the same mischievous look. However, that time, she did not ask me to move my leg. Instead, she came near my leg, moved my leg aside with a push of her thigh and made room to bow down to sweep the floor. I could clearly see her cleavage from where I was sitting. She also saw me staring at her boobs. She bent more so that I would have a better look at her boobs.
I suddenly had an idea. I had a hundred Rupee note in my pocket. I quickly looked around. My wife was still in the bathroom and I knew that she would take some more time. I slipped the hundred Rupee note in her cleavage. I controlled myself taking care to avoid touching her boobs. I pressed my index finger on my lips and said in 1111her ears, “This is between you and me. Do not tell madam or anyone else. When you need money badly, come to me.”
I saw an expression of great relief and gratitude. I was sitting on the bed whilst she was bending in front of me to sweep. She also looked around. Ensuring that we were alone, she brushed her breasts deliberately on my face and walked away looking back at me with a look full of mischief. I was turned on at her gesture and knew that she had signalled to me that I could go for her at an appropriate time. I signalled her to come closer and whispered in her ears, “Today evening at about 4 pm, I will be here, when Madam will be away. She has a kitty party and shall be away for about to hours. Will you come then?” She looked at me, smiled, nodded and got back to work.
When Tina came out of the bathroom, I told her that I was not feeling too well. She appeared concerned. She asked me what the matter was. I pretended some illness and said that I was not feeling comfortable and needed some rest. I said, “There is a lot of work in the office. I have to go in the morning. I can only come back and rest in the afternoon.”
Tina said, “In that case, you can come home and lie down. I shall be away for the kitty party, but will be back at about 5.30 pm. You can take some pain killers and sleep until I return.” The maid heard our talk. When Tina was not looking, I showed three fingers to her, to indicate that she should come at 3 pm. She nodded to indicate that she understood.
I left my office by two pm. Before I reached home, I phoned my wife to ensure that she had left. I was excited and thrilled in anticipation of things to come. I reached home almost half an hour after Tina left the house. I opened the door with my key and left the doors open. I waited in the drawing room, with abated breath to see if the maid would indeed arrive. To my surprise, she came almost half an hour earlier, than agreed time. She came in without knocking. I could see that she was also equally excited and nervous. She was uncertain unlike in the morning. She stood in a corner, as if awaiting further orders from me. I bolted the doors, sat on the sofa and asked her, if she had anything to eat. She said that she had. I then asked her if she would like to have a cup of tea and if she can make a cup of tea for us both. She smiled gratefully and said that she will make tea in no time. We both had tea.
I extended my arms to signal her to come in my arms. She came hesitatingly into my arms. She had gone to her house, washed and cleaned herself. She smelled fresh of soap fragrance. I raised her chin and brought her mouth to mine. I could feel her heavy breathing. She was quite ill at ease. I doubted, if she had been kissed before; because she reacted clumsily to my moves to kiss her. However, after initial confusion and hesitation, she gradually learned the art of kissing. When I spent a little bit of time in inserting, withdrawing and sucking her tongue, she reciprocated the same artistically and enthusiastically.
I reached her back and felt for her blouse buttons. I quickly opened them. Her bra was not the conventional one but a cloth stitched to make a bra. She quickly removed it. She was fully top less then. I felt her luscious breasts in my hands. They were firm and big. Her nipples were rather long and firmly erect. They looked like nipples of baby’s feeding bottle. They were dark chocolate colour. (I love chocolates!). Her areolas were also quite larger than most women. There were goose pimples on the areolas. It was obvious that she was also aroused.
I massaged her breasts for quite some time. It was a treat to experience her breasts in my palms. They were tight and yet flexible. She seemed to lose control of her mind when I kissed her breasts. She let out a mild hiss, when I kissed her boobs. When I bit her one nipple under my teeth, she let out a barely audible cry saying, “Saab, please...” I saw her massaging her pussy over her petticoat with one of her hands. She must be leaking juices.
She fumbled to search for my penis in my trousers. She could feel my erection under the pyjama. She manipulated my cock for a few seconds with one hand and then wanted me to uncover it. I opened the zip and took the cock out. By that time, my rod had become rock hard. She took it in her palm and felt it for some time. She said, “You are really big. Yours is bigger than my husband.”
She began shagging my cock. I lifted her up in my arms, took her to the
bedroom, laid her on bed, lay beside her and climbed over her. I locked my lips
on her and kissed her hard. This time she was not found wanting. She kissed back
with vengeance. She caught my shirt and pulled it hard. She wanted to feel my
naked skin. I quickly removed my shirt. I simultaneously threw away my pyjama. I
was on top of her naked from top to bottom.
She wrapped me in her arm and scratched my back ferociously. I had scratches on my back. I cried out in pain. It was pain driven by pleasure. She was turning out to be a tigress in bed. She nibbled my neck, my tummy, my navel and reached down to begin kissing my cock. We were now in 69 position. I began to kiss her pussy. Her pussy was leaking profusely. Her initial hesitation and confusion disappeared. She was an expert in the art of satisfying her lover. From the way she was making love to me, I knew that she had mastered the art of sex. She sucked and handled my testicles so artfully that I was almost getting over the edge.
I wanted to last and make an impression on my newfound lover. I halted her and made he remove her petticoat. She was wearing a panty, which she removed in jiffy. She now stood naked in front of me. She stood slightly bent sideways in an awkward pose, perhaps thinking of trying to hide her vanity. Her hands were half raised. She was uncertain whether to cover her nudity by hands was appropriate or not. In the process, she looked beautiful. If only she had the money to get some beauty treatment, she would be more beautiful than the women she was serving.
I took her in my arms and asked her, if she had any lover in addition to her husband. She innocently told me that they had a neighbour in their previous colony. This man was kind and helpful. He helped her now and then. He saved her from her husband’s cruelty and beating. He was a Dada (strong man) of the locality. Her husband was mortally scared of him. Whilst they were in that locality, her husband did not have the courage to beat her or even insult her. She felt obliged to him. She admitted that she had surrendered to him and he had become her lover. He was a skilled lover and had a big cock. However, she emphasized that his cock was almost as big as mine.
She was quite exited talking to me about her ex-lover. She lovingly handled my cock in her hands. I inserted my fingers into her pussy and began finger fucking her hard. She was very wet between her legs. My finger fucking made her cry out with pleasure. She wanted me to fuck her there and then. I climbed her. She held my tool in her one hand and located it at her hole. She rubbed my rod on her pussy lips and pushed it in with her fingers. I was poking at her love hole in an eagerness to get it in. As soon as my cock was located in the right place, I heaved it in. It slipped in easily with her hole fully lubricated with her juices and my pre-cum.
It was an exhilarating experience to fuck her. She participated as if I was her lover. It looked as if she was highly aroused. I did not know if it was indeed the case or she was trying to please me. I must have fucked her for just a few minutes, when I was on the edge to eject. I looked down on her inquiringly. She said, “Release it into me saab (sir). I will not be pregnant. I have had family planning done. I was fed up with my husband. I did not want to have any more children from him. Please fill me with your virility. With one thrust I ejaculated in her. A huge load my semen burst into her. She sighed, feeling warmth of released semen in her uterus. She raised herself from under me and kissed me wrapping her arms around my neck.
She said in a simple native dialect, “Thank you saab. You may feel that you seduced me. However, the fact is that I have felt today after a long time, that someone has respected me as a woman. You have given me love and respect, which even my husband has not given me in my married life.”
I felt so touched with her statement in her own simple style. I once again climbed on her and kissed her on her lips. I kissed her all over her body and said, “It is not you, it is I, who has felt honoured. You have given me love that only a good wife gives. I thank you.”
That night, surprisingly, Tina expressed her desire for sex. That was perhaps the first time in some weeks. I was not very enthusiastic. I sulked and turned my back on her. She thought that I was unhappy with her lack of interest in sex and hence was angry. She caressed my back rather enthusiastically. I let out a mild cry cried out in pain, when her fingers touched the scratches on my back. She got up from bed and turned on the light. She raised my night dress and saw the scratches. She was surprised to see them. She laughingly told me, “Looks like there is another woman in your life. How did you scratch your back?”
I gave her some flimsy explanation. Although she did not speak, I knew that she was not fully convinced. A seed of suspicion was planted in her mind.
In the subsequent weeks, whenever, we could, we (I and the maid) had sex. I paid her regularly. Tina noticed change in chemistry between me and the maid. She suspected something wrong, but was too unsure to level allegation. She also pointed to me of my repeated absence from work in the evenings. She did not make an issue out of this. However, I knew that my affair with the maid was nearing the end. I tried to keep any talk with the maid to minimum.
Time passed quickly. One day, the maid left our employment. Perhaps there was some strong discussion between the two ladies about me.
That night, I was surprised to find my wife making sweet gestures.. She came into my arms. She was extra ordinarily romantic. After our initial foreplay, she casually asked me, if I flirted with the maid. I thought for a few seconds and decided that I would be frank with her. I replied that I did. She then dropped a bombshell. She said that she knew that I had sex with the maid and that I had not been loyal to my wife. After saying that, she cried for a considerable time. I stood watching her like an idiot, not knowing what to say or how to console her. From that day, she reduced her verbal exchanges with me to bare minimum.
I knew that she had felt hurt and all my efforts to placate her proved to be in vain. I knew that she thought about this, whenever she had the time and I was sure that sooner or later this topic will surface in our talks, when I shall be better equipped to bring her to normalcy. It was not her nature to keep anything within her heart and this would be no exception. And it did happen one night in bed, when I made an attempt to try to cajole her into having sex. I knew that she had not yet overcome the pain of the incident. However, I wanted to get it to the surface and deal with it, if possible.
When I took her in my arms and began to fondle her breasts and kiss her, she moved away. I saw tears in her eyes. Recalling the maid incident, she asked me how I would have reacted, if the shoe was on the other foot (if she had flirted with a guy). I told her that if she was frank and open and if she confided in me about her desire for an extra marital fling; I would not only permit her but would encourage her to enjoy another man, if he was acceptable to me also. I said that in such a case, even I would love to join with the man. I told her that times had changed. The earlier taboos were being given a go by. Couples were becoming more open with each other and expressed their hidden desires.
She did not say anything. However, the thought and talk of sex beyond the two of us, aroused me (and perhaps her also). This was the first time that she had even hinted at the hypothetical possibility of her having sex with someone else.
Since that talk, the attitude of my wife changed. She made attempts to be more open with me. She became slightly more interested in sex than before. I took that as a blessing in disguise. Perhaps she blamed herself that I had sex with the maid because she had been unable to satisfy me.
Several months later, we were transferred to Delhi. We took a flat on rent in a DDA colony in south Delhi.
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