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A sex starved lady finds a French National in her neighbor and gets full satisfaction. She is helped by wife of the French neighbor during Christmas week. Read on
Merry Christmas
Hello friends, Let me tell you story of my friend Bharati, my closest friend since college days, in her own language. So I am writing in first language only as it is her story told to me few weeks back.
She narrated her exciting story thus: Read on…
We came to Ahmedabad after marriage. Ours was an arranged marriage and my husband, Nitish, is an engineer in a large undertaking, who were dealing with large scale public works like bridges, roads, dams etc. Being in construction line naturally he was busy and had to stay in camps in different construction sites for long time, attend meetings at Delhi, Mumbai etc. He had very good income and I was drenched with gold ornaments in my marriage.
He had his own apartment near Sarkej-Gandhi Nagar Road. A very luxurious one indeed. I was very happy with my marriage to Sriram. I was still a virgin before marriage contrary to many girls of these days who feel proud to say that they are not virgin. Anyway, So, anything Sriram did was the ultimate for me and I believed that that is what couple do on bed. Few kisses on cheek, on forehead, and pushing my hand on to his phallus and once he is semihard he would shove it in me with some force, stay for few minutes and get up. I believed that is what sex is meant. After few months, this act became monotonous for both and we started to sleep almost separately. There was not that charm, excitement which I used to read in novels and see in movies. All became a fortnightly ritual, only when he is in mood. Yes I was free to do any of shopping with his spare debit card. So much so life was going on without any happiness.
An year passed and now we hardly had sex once on a month or two. I got addicted to Videos on internet, explicit sex. Continued enjoying porno, and indulge in self-help, see seductive videos on you tube etc to relieve my body tensions. But I was missing the real thing. I blamed my fate whenever some of my friends used to narrate their sexual life with husband.
I made friend with one Mrs. Jennifer a Gujrathi Christian in her mid-thirties, whose husband was working in a big Consultant company. They were only couple married for two years. Jenni was of my own age and her husband Mr. Gabriel, a French National. Jenni daily used to narrate her stories. Mr. Gabriel saw her in a fashion designer’s exhibition in Paris and they married there. Jenni was a great fashion designer who had specialized in Christian wedding gowns, but was also expert in other Indian ladies dresses, blouse etc. She used to just make a new design dress and sell the design to other manufacturers and tailors.
In afternoons when we used to meet, she was narrating how they spent their previous night. It appeared that there was not a single night they didn’t mate. Particularly she used to say that on holidays they used to have sex in afternoons and at night. I was feeling jealous and unfortunate for my insipid married life. But I was internally happy that I was more beautiful and had good figure. Jenni was a lean and thin woman, with hollow cheeks. Her 28-size bra did no justice to her lean figure which I used to compare with my 38 boobs and felt satisfied that I am better than her in one aspect at least. I also poured out my sad story and she felt happy and satisfied that in this aspect Mr. Gabriel’s eight-inch weapon was four times that of my husband. So, it was a proverbial joke.
This had somehow made us close friends to exchange free talks. She used to feel sad for her miniature boobs and that was one point of displeasure to Mr. Gabriel who always liked big boobs. But she used to say that she was compensating her shortcoming through change of positions, oral and anal sex. They were all new words for me and had only seen on internet. Those talks used to excite me but also feel jealous. I was almost sure that Mr. Gabriel always used to fix his eyes on my boobs which was clearly visible as I always wore very deep neck and backless blouses whenever I visited them. His stare used to hot up my veins. On the contrary my husband hardly used to even look at then in nude leave alone touching and fondling. My pair of melons were craving for touch, squeeze and fondling, but I had no luck.
It was month of December the month of Christmas, the only annual festival for Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel. My husband was at London since a week and his tour was till mid-January. I bought a pearl necklace which I knew Jenni always liked. My husband had no objections to my shopping though he never accompanied me. In first week of December Jenni came to my house and told that she would like to give me a Christmas present and I must accept. I could not say no to her request with love. She took my measurement and told that she would bring a saree and stich blouse. I could not say no. She added that it will be a special gift for me. I thanked her for her love and affection. She was so passionate about me that I considered her as my own sister.
On the Christmas day, I wished the couple at their home in the morning. They wished me back and thanked me for the wishes. I was wearing salwar kameez. When Jenni went to kitchen, I could observe Gabriel staring at my boob top though nothing was visible except for the big contour of the melons. I felt shy and lowered my head. Jenni gave me some cold drink and soon after I returned home. My body was burning with the thought that his eyes were roving on my body. The couple asked me to accompany them to a Christmas Party at their friend’s place which would last till mid night. I thought over and agreed as I had no other work and wanted to spend time with my dear friend Jenni on their important festival.
Evening Jenni came to my house and gave me a box which she told was her personal present for me. I was curious and opened the cover. It was a black fabulous net saree with golden sequins design. She had also stitched a golden sequins blouse. She gave it to me pressed my hand and asked or say she requested me to wear and show her once. She wanted me to wear it to the party at night. I went to my bedroom and Jenni came inside to help. The blouse was backless, sleeveless and had deep plunging neckline. So, Jenni told that she had stitched cups inside and no bra is to be worn. As told by her I removed bra and she helped me to wear. Then she helped me to wear the saree. She was a expert designer and she draped the saree at least four to five inches below my navel. I saw myself in mirror. I looked like a star in Cannes film festival. Almost 75 % of my heavy boobs was visible. The cup she had fixed inside the blouse had accentuated the shape and helped my melons lift high and closer to each other. I looked at her and she smiled. I was hesitant to wear it to the party, But Jenni assured me that this was nothing compared wo what she had stitched for her friends whom I can see in the party. She said it is normal and I should not have inhibitions at all. She even told that before leaving she would come again and do makeup and make me ready. I was embarrassed. But she was my close friend. I felt that my present of a pearl necklace was nothing compared to the fabulous gown she presented me. I also had a pearl necklace which I thought I would wear to the party. Jenni told me not to and keep my neck bare.
At half past seven Jenni came with her makeup kit. It took forty-five minutes to prepare me fully. Face, eye shadow, hairdo all she did professionally. She draped saree herself and then before wearing blouse she put ample golden shimmering on my back and asked me to rub on my boobs, belly. She put a belly chain which made me look much sexier and more attractive. I felt extremely shy and was worried as to how to wear this in a party. But Jenni assured with her hands on my shoulder. She put on light lipstick and a golden bindi on my forehead. Then she went to her home to get ready. At nine the couple came to my house and I locked my doors and got down to the car. I could immediately sense Mr. Gabriel was eating me with his eyes. I felt shy but somehow, I also felt my body getting heated up. I sat in the back seat and in an hour’s drive we reached the club where the party was organized. Jenni introduced me to her friends as her very close friend and her guest to the party. All shook my hand and appreciated my looks. There were corals singing by groups and drinks flowed. Jenni brought a Champagne and gave me. I had not tasted earlier but I could not say no in the party. It felt good. The dance started at eleven. I already had taken two pegs of Champagne by that time. Mr. Gabriel came near me and invited me to dance with him. I looked at Jenni who actioned to go ahead. I had never danced like that anywhere. But Gabriel was good, He took my hand in his, and put his other hand around my waist. I was getting hot and excited with his touch. The waiter was serving Champagne to all and Gabriel took two and offered me. It was my third. By the time I finished it along with dancing, I had kept my head on his chest, and he had held me close and his hand was on my bare back. Exactly at twelve the lights were off, and all wished one another. Gabriel pulled me in darkness closer to him and hugged me tightly, which I had not anticipated. When the lights were on, we had parted.
I sat on a sofa as I was feeling giddiness due to drinks and due to the unexpected warmth in my body. I could also feel wetness between my thighs. I tried to convince myself that it may be the culture in France, and I was overreacting. The dinner was also very good. The party ended at half past one. Jenni came to me and asked me as to how I enjoyed the party. I had to say that it was very good, and I did enjoy. She went on to say that one of her close friends is insisting her to stay back with them for the week as all are again meeting on 31st Night. She and her friend urged me also to attend the party on new year eve. She told that her husband would be going back and drop me. Also, Jenni told that she has stitched a special gown for me for the New year eve which her husband will give me. I had no words to thank her.
Enroute home there was not much talk. Gabriel just asked me as to how I felt in the party and whether I was uncomfortable. I replied that I really enjoyed the gathering and look forward to the New Year Eve. She also mentioned that I looked awesome in the black saree. I just thanked him. We reached home fast as there was not traffic at that hour. Before getting down Gabriel asked me if I liked the Champagne. I had really liked it and enjoyed too. So, I replied that I liked the drink very much. He added that if I would not mind, he would like to have a peg or two with me. I was surprised that he asked me that too at this hour. But how could I say no?
I opened the door of my flat. Gabriel went to his flat for a few minutes and after freshening returned in his night dress and with a bottle of Champagne. I requested him to be seated as I wanted to freshen myself. I changed to a georgette nighty. As I had no bra with the saree-blouse I didn’t wear one when I changed to nighty. I had some fried cashew nuts and we sat on the sofa. I switched the bright lights and switched on dim lights in the hall. The ambience was exotic. He made two glasses and offered me one. We cheered each other and started to enjoy. He told about France and asked me to visit Paris once. I nodded. We finished the first and he made second. I was excited by that time. Gabriel came closer and put his hand around my neck and pulled me to him. I yielded and kept my head on his shoulder. Taking a gulp in his mouth, he came nearer and without waiting pressed his lips in mine and I opened my mouth taking the Champagne from his mouth. He pushed his tongue inside and I reciprocated. We kissed for long time and finished the second. I was excited beyond imagination and was too wet even to walk. Sensing my condition Gabriel lifted me and took me to our bedroom.
In no time my gown was on the carpet and he undid my panties. I pulled up his dress and we hugged nude and fell together on the bed. Our mouths met in hunger, and kisses poured in millions, tongues twisted and danced together exchanging saliva which further excited both hungry bodies. Gabriel was continuously fondling and squeezing my boobs, my nipples and guided my hand on to his majestic phallus. He caressed my back, my thighs and I reciprocated. I was profusely wet by that time. He held my erect breast and was squeezing alternately, pulling, and pressing my nipples. Coming up he took my nipples in his mouth and suckled them alternately. I was in seventh heaven. I did not want it to end.
Suddenly, while I was enjoying his feel on my and the unending kisses, he stopped, lifted my legs up and dug his face on my pussy and started licking like a hungry cat. Coming down from my boobs, he licked my pussy with his long tongue going deep inside and exciting my vaginal walls, relishing my love juices, I was caressing his head and raising my hips to accommodate him further deep inside my cunt. In a swift move, he reversed and came on me with his penis on my face. I grabbed his steel hard tool and started to lick the big head. He had pink penis with matching big head. His precum tased like honey to me. He continued to lick me holding my thighs with his hands. I was stroking his long shaft up and down and then slowly took in my mouth. It was huge means very big in girth and I had to open my mouth to widest possible width. He moved up and down inside my mouth.
After pushing me to a begging state he reversed and entered me. It pained when he started to push into me as he had very big penis and the bulb was much bigger. But due to heavy lubrication, all pain vanished, and his phallus also vanished deep inside me. We were hundred percent copulated from lips to toe. Lips sucking lips, chest banging on breasts, penis in vagina and thighs intertwined. What else is called heaven. It all felt wrong to thing that we reach hell or heaven after death. Hell is when a male and female cant enjoy sex and heaven is this moment when man and woman are mingling in to one body two souls. There was no count of time and changing position frequently, our moaning my shouting was loud in that cold night. Finally he discharged deep inside me only after I started begging him. There was no sleep, we had sex again and again just after few minutes of break during which time we exchanged our saliva, our carbon di oxide from our mouths, hugged like bear in heat. By dawn I remember we had mated four times. He had unending stamina and I had unending hunger.
Next day being 2th December it was holiday. We slept clinging till half past nine. I woke up and got freshened. Gabriel also got up and after hot coffee we took bath together. I could see deep teeth marks on my breasts which had turned red. But still I didn’t feel pain but it was sensational to touch on those red spots all over. He soaped my boobs, my thighs and pussy, I soaped his chest, his penis. We hugged under shower and kissed.
After breakfast Gabriel went out to meet and wish his friends merry Christmas. He called me and told that he would have lunch with friends and will come at night. I had light lunch and slept. I was tired with no sleep the previous night. Also, I knew that that night also I will certainly have no sleep. I smiled to myself. Yes, I was hungry for sex, I wanted to try different types, positions, oral, 69, 96, doggy, anal and what not. I wanted all which I had seen in internet. I knew Gabriel will satisfy me fully. Only late night he called and told that his friends forced him to stay back and he would come next day. I was disappointed but that break gave me some time to recover from previous sleepless night and body ache. It also gave me some time for introspection.
I had light dinner and viewed TV for an hour. Inside I had some ray of hope that Gabriel would come. But I was wrong. Lying on the cot, naked, I recollected pervious nights incidents. Automatically my fingers were playing with my Clitoris and one hand on my nipple. The thought process was getting interrupted by frequent orgasms. I was just thinking and thinking about pros and cons of my affair. What will happen. Should I stop him altogether? What would Jenni think if she comes to know? What will happen after my husband returns? Afternoons in weekdays? Suppose I conceive? That very thought was exciting to me. But I was also getting worried. It is like a diabetic liking chocolate but is scared of sugar. What if I conceive and the child has light green eyes and brown hair like Gabriel? Whole story will be out. Both Jenni and my husband would come to know what happened. I thought of continuing sex with Gabriel discretely and using protection. Pills or condom will be fine. With that temporary decision I slept.
I was fresh in the morning with sound sleep in night. I was eagerly waiting for Gabriel. After breakfast, Gabriel called and told that he will pick me up at home and we shall have dinner outside. So, I had to dress and wait for him by seven. Again, rest till evening. Lunch, sleep and I took bath to freshen up. I had hot tea and after light make up decided to wear a net saree. I had lemon yellow net saree which I as my practice wore almost five inches below my navel. The sleeveless, backless blouse also had very deep neck which showed off my eighty percent of skin, back and front. I kept the gown he presented to change at the party. I put on lot of perfume and was ready by seven. Gabriel called from car and told that he is waiting below. I went down and found his car in the lobby. It was dark outside in the month of December. As I sat in the car, he closed the door and dragged me to a hug and kiss unmindful of that the car was in lobby. I responded but asked him to go ahead and park at some isolated place. After five minutes we parked below a tree in a secluded place and shower of kisses started. I opened the back knot of blouse and my boobs jumped out which he grabbed and started to suck.
My hands held his bulge and quickly unzipped, and his fly sprang to life. He pushed me between his thighs, and I grabbed hungrily and took in my mouth. Five minutes of foreplay brought me orgasm and he was about so cum in my mouth but with effort we stopped. My mouth tasted his precum.
We removed our undies and I sat on his lap with my legs on either side positioning properly we copulated, and his hot big fat phallus went completely in my pussy sending me to seventh heaven. I was jumping on holding his shoulder, his head and after half an hour of intense sex he discharged inside me. I corrected my saree and we set off to a hotel in the outskirt. It was a different hotel than the party place. Gabriel called his wife and told that his car was off road and he is unable to attend.
We checked to a different hotel. I changed to the gown which he had presented. All eyes turned to me in the dining hall when we entered. My full boobs were visible in the very deep cut neck and the transparent cloth. The dinner was very good, and we restricted drinks to only two pegs. Within a second, we were undressed and on the cot. We had long session of kisses, licking, sucking, sex in me on his top, side by side, missionary position, 69 and finally he came shuddering in spasms and flooding inside my Wet vagina. In the excitement we had again forgotten to use any protection. We slept cuddling till early morning. Morning Gabriel was ready for another go and I was too hungry to say no. The morning sex was fresh, long and satisfying.
Jenni was to return after boxing day. Next three days was repetition of same, two or three times at least each day or night. I took him in mouth and swallowed his huge thick ejaculation, we did woman on top, we did anal and doggy. We tried all exciting positions. I had let go of using any protection. The skin to skin sex was too alluring and I did not want to get the excitement spoiled by a silly rubber. Let whatever happen may happen. I decided to care a hoot. Let Jenni know and let my husband also know. I was not bothered anymore.
New year eve was much more exciting. The new gown presented to me was much more than the dresses of any Hollywood stars in Cannes festival. Transparent, and plunging neck made me look almost nude. Gabriel was all over me in the care and during mid night dance in darkness we kissed passionately for full five minutes. But while returning Jenni also came back with us. In the new year there was some halt to our sexual episodes. He did manage the coming Sunday after returning from Church as my husband was away. One day Jenny came to me in the afternoon and said that she wants to make a confession. She told that she is aware of what happened between me and her husband. I was scared but she put her hand on my shoulder and asked me not to get disturbed. She continued to say that it was her idea to give a present to her husband and to me. He was a big boobs fan, and she knew I wanted good sex and my husband didn’t satisfy me. She told that she made all the plans and made us to be together for a week by intentionally staying back after the Christmas eve. He hugged and cried. She was happy that her husband is not satisfied, and I am also happy. I told her that we are not using protection. She assured me that all be Ok by grace of Lord as it all happened during the holy week. She told that she will send Gabriel to me anytime he or I needed. So now there was no restriction. We met five days in a week in afternoon or night ensuring that my husband is away. Either I was going to Jenni’s house and make love in their bedroom while Jenni would prepare lunch. I also took care to invite my husband for a week sex though it lasted just two minutes at most. I wanted him to think that the baby if I conceive is his.
As assured by her I had conceived which I came to know in a month. We continued our copulations till my seventh month. I gave birth to a very handsome baby boy. Fortunately, though he had complexion of Gabriel his eyes and hair were of my type, black. All were extremely happy. Now my son is three years and I am waiting for a daughter.
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