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I had moved to a new place on transfer. While the company I worked for, had arranged for a nice small studio apartment and a car, it obviously could not arrange for a friend. Many of the office colleagues were nice and had asked me over, where I met their friends and families; there was no one I could relate to really.

Fortunately my work kept me busy for about two months, till things fell in place. Work and social life became routine and boring. My minds began to wander into a make believe world of sex. I was wondering; if I could find some woman to love me, play with my burning pussy, satisfy my lust. The situation got worse on Saturdays and Sundays when we did not have to go to office.

My only companion on those days was my little Peter Pan -a steel battery operated viabrator. Very religiously, I used to use it almost constantly from Friday night through to Sunday night, when it was folded into velvet and safely tucked into my cupboard. From Friday to Sunday it was generally very busy keeping me entertained or was under my pillow resting waiting the next session.

I had a maid who would come to my place to clean up. She was about 17 years old, dark girl, with long curly hair and worst of all an interfering nose. Always interfering with my dressing table, my fridge and my kitchen cabinet. She came around 10 in the morning, cleaned up the place and then sat watching TV for another hour or so while having some thing to eat that I made for her as a brunch.

While watching TV she was constantly jabbering and asking one question after another. The only reason I did not kick her off from my work was because she was honest. Bachelor girls tend to be careless with their jewelry and their purses, especially when living alone. I was not an exception but I never lost anything with her though she had a free run of the house.

Savita (the maid) had a key to my place, so that she could come into the place to clean up when I would be at work on weekdays. By the time Savita came at 10 o’clock on my off days, I would have had my bath, and made my bed, put Peter Pan comfortably under my pillow.

One Saturday morning, Savita came in earlier than I had expected. I was having a bath when she came in; the bed had not been made either. Wrapped in my housecoat with nothing on underneath, I came out after a bath to find the bed made and this young girl studying Peter Pan.

I remained calm and pretended not to show any interest in what she was holding with a hope that she would put it down and forget about it. No such thing. True to form, she had to ask me what this contraption was. “Nothing, you just keep it back where you found it” I replied to her sternly. “Still, it must be something. I found it under your pillow.” She continued without paying attention to my stern words.

“OK, this is meant to relax one’s muscle when one is tired and tense. Now put it away.” I replied with a little agitation. “Oh! I am feeling a little tired and tense now. Show me how to use it. I will not disturb you.” She continued. “Alright, just for a short while. I do not know why I tolerate you, you little interfering girl. With that I grabbed Peter Pan from her hands.

The moment I took it in my hand, sex laden clouds floated across my mind. Should I or should I not entice Savita ? The answer was a resounding “No”, or perhaps “Maybe” I switched Peter on. A soft, gentle whirring sound emitted from it. Sound which I related to sexual satisfaction, leading to gathering more clouds in my mind, more so as I had lead a celibate life for the last three to four months.

I gently pressed Peter against her one cheek and then glided it to the other cheek via her chin and onto her ears. She raised her face and closed her eyes as I traced her lips with Peter. As I started to move it away, she caught my hand and said, “Please a little while longer.” I went through the procedure again, almost like a doctor examining a patient.

When I brought Peter against her lips again, she half opened her mouth and stuck the tip of her tongue out to lick Peter. She let out her first soft cry of enjoyment. “Oh Ma’am, this is really good”. My clouds were darkening. I brought Peter to the nape of her neck, to below her chin. She now started to look sexy.

With my free hand I pressed both her cheeks and said “Enough for you” My voice, I did not recognize. It was sounding so husky. It was at the point of no return. “Please”, she pleaded. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Without saying another word I continued the downward journey. I could feel a slight trickle on my thigh, my tits were beginning to harden:

the excitement was moving to a crescendo. I slowly brought Peter over her blouse where her breasts were nestled. I moved Peter from one breast down the valley to the other breast and started to form concentric circles were I assumed her tits were. Savita was getting horny. I saw her move one thigh over the other, quite apparently to press her pussy.

She was busy watching me trace her outline. “Are you feeling nice?” I asked. “Hmmm” was her response. “Should I put this under your blouse”, I continued. No response, so I very tentatively moved it under her blouse. Peter must have just about touched her tit when she said, “Oh! This is wonderful”. I started to stroke her cheeks with my fingers.

She seemed to quite enjoying both the stroking and the vibration on her tit. She pressed my hands to bring Peter closer. With my free hand I unbuttoned her blouse, initially just the top two buttons and subsequently the remaining. I noticed just a fleeting blush as she closed her eyes. I then put Peter on my own tits to get some relief.

Savita opened her eyes to see why she was not getting any sensations. To further entice her, I put my free hand inside my gown and started to press my tit, she smiled. I realized she was now a ‘captive’. I then ‘accidentally’ let my one breast be exposed and placed Peter on the tit. Savita was wide-eyed seeing a comparatively larger breast (38C to her 34C).

I smiled at herand tanked off her blouse. She made no attempt to cover her partial nudity. She had firm small pear shaped breast. Her puffed up tits were pointing upwards. Peter was now busy creating ripple on Savita’s breast. I then touched her breast and started to gently knead her breast and pinch her tits. “Are you enjoying this?” I asked. “Oh, Madam, it really heavenly.”

She said. I then took her hand and put it on my exposed breast. I could see she was nervous and her hands were trembling. “Don’t feel afraid. Make me also feel nice”. I switched Peter off and opened my gown from the waist up exposing both my breast. The gown was now staying up only by the cord as I took it off my shoulder.

Savita started to knead my breast, slowly at first and with little more force, as she got more comfortable. She was quite enjoying both getting a gentle massage and giving me a not too a gentle massage. Without saying anything more I bent down and took her breast into my mouth and gave a very gentle nip with my teeth to her tit.

As there was no reaction to it, I started to suck and kiss her tits. I felt her pull me closer to her. I let her go and thrust my now very hard tits towards her. She quickly caught on too what I wanted. She started to suck me. My pussy was on fire now. As she lifted her arms to get me closer, I noticed that she had a undergrowth of hair under her armpit.

It was the first time I had seen this in any women. Believe me it looked very sexy. I bent and kissed and licked her armpits. The sight of such a hairy armpit made my treasure trove throb. I pushed her on the bed and again picked up Peter. I then started to bring Peter on to her thighs from over her skirt. I finally got it between her thighs and let it whirl there for a while.

She started to twist and turn, so I put it under her skirt and over her panty. She was now completely worked up. She shamelessly pressed her pussy once or twice. On her own she removed her skirt exposing her panty. I could see that her panty was quite soaked. I let Peter massage her for a while from above her panty. She then parted her thighs.

I then putting aside Peter pulled off her panty. Her pubic hair, apparently never been shaved, covered her honey holder completely. She covered her eyes with her arms out of embarrassment. Peter was put back to work for a short while. Peter had an uncanny knack of making a woman spread her legs. Savita also fell for the magic of Peter and spread her legs.

I then bent down and kissed her honey pot. Savita spread her thighs further. I started to lick the free flowing honey. Savita’s body tensed and then she burst like a water-balloon. The soles of her feet were facing the ceiling. I dug into her torpedo tube with my tongue so that no juices got wasted.

She was groaning and writhing in apparent ecstasy, pushing my head into her, so that I don’t let go. I was quite enjoying it myself. I held up her legs and spread them as wide as possible Her dark curly hair were matted and from in between the forest the Valley of No Return was clearly visible. King Solomon’s Mines could not have looked more glistening.

I would have continued drinking from the fountain of youth but my leg splitter was clamoring for attention. I let go, so did she. Opening and taking of my gown I sat down on my haunches next to her face. I could feel her hot breath on my cunt. I used both my hands and split my hairless pussy so that she could get a good look.

She stared at it for a while but did not make any move. “Play with it, Savita”. I asked. I fingered my hole to show the way. She, then slowly but surely reached out and touched my Valley of Ecstasy. I could fell her pressure also on my arse –cheeks as she pulled me closer to her. As I straddled her so that she could get an uninterrupted excess to cunt,

I said “Darling, eat this split,honey-filled cutlet”. I lowered myself on her mouth while at the same time keeping my split open with my fingers. She was a quick learner, I noticed with delight. Peter now was picked up. I placed it between her tongue and my gorge. I then put Peter into my heavily leaking hole and fucked myself with it.

Looking over my shoulder, I noticed Savita’s legs were well spread and she was rubbing her cilt. I turned around and got into 69 position. Besides sucking her I impaled her with Peter. There was a little red liquid dripping on the top of Peter. So Savita was a virgin. She later confirmed this. In this position we remained sucking and fingering till we climaxed a million times !

Over the next six month, Savita became my lover. We made love to each other every weekend, She liked it most when we fucked with a strap-on-didildo on and most of the times she was the one who took the initiative. She changed and became the more aggressive of the two of us. She also shaved her pubs but I insisted she keep her hair on under her arms.

I have ever since also stopped shaving under my arms. Quite often she came on weekdays when she felt horny. Soon Savita’s marriage got arranged and left for her husband’s home. I paid most of the expense of the marriage. However, she does come over to renew our sex play whenever she is at her Mother’s place.

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Previously: Rashi and Pooja swapping husbands - I

I don’t know exactly after how many days from my birthday, but certainly it was less than a week, I got a call around 9 when I was about to move for my work place, it was local number, operator kept me on hold and after few seconds I heard voice of Kartik, I was surprised, I asked him that where is he, he said that he is in town, and staying in particular hotel.

I asked him how he is here, he said he has come just to see me and meet me. I was happy rather very happy and desperate to meet him. I asked him that why is he staying in hotel, in reply he said that he will explain everything on lunch, and requested me, not to tell anything to Pooja. I reached office, took that day’s leave after finishing important work, and reached there;

where I was suppose to meet Kartik, in the lobby of that Hotel. We shook hand and proceeded to have lunch, and talked to each other pleasantly. He told me that he has made this flying visit, just to see me. He was here just for a day, next morning he had a flight. I was happy to see him, surely I was in love with him and I was realizing that and wished that it would have been great thing,

if we would have been couple. I was assuming so many stupid things while sitting and talking to him, like if somehow I will be able to change my past then I would have married this man. My desire to get Kartik as my life partner was rising may be it was my lust; I was so starved for sex and physical love that fewer times I stared at his body, to capture his physical appearance in my memory,

so that I can fantasize about him later. I don’t know what he had in his mind for me; he was totally expressionless and calm, for me it was impossible to read him. We talked very casually and talked about the kind of life he was spending there. Casually topic of our married life came and he just went silent, and calmly explained his problem that, why he is hesitant to open this matter with anyone,

because Pooja’s father was reputed retired army officer and even his father was in army and somehow both the fathers knew each other as a good army man, so if matter will come in light then it will be very embracing for both the families. Although he was thinking about the solution of this problem and somewhere he was planning to talk to Pooja clearly about this, sitting face to face.

I was expecting that if he will be able to do that, then somehow my problem will also come to an end. We finished lunch, he asked for the coffee, and asked me if I would like to sit in his room, peacefully, as he was bit conscious about getting noticed by anybody known to him. We moved to his room, and ordered coffee in room. He was having a gift for me, a belated birthday gift.

That was the only gift, which I got that year. I accepted and thanked him. We were sitting on separate sofa bit far from each other, chatting and having coffee. He praised me, about my nature and my simplicity, and hesitantly said that “sometimes I wish that we would have been couple” it was something which bowled my head, he was thinking exactly what I was thinking.

Further he said that while talking to me in last few weeks, he never felt that he is living hundred of miles away from me, he always felt that I am very close to him and he never felt this with his wife ever. I remained silent and smiled once, as he looked into my eyes. After hearing such pleasant words, I was getting bit emotional, and few water drops were floating in my eyes.

I excused him to use the toilet. When I came back, he was standing near window and looking down on the road. As I came closer to him, he looked into my eyes, it was very clear that I have washed my face, and tried to control myself, my expressions were very clear from my face. He continued looking out of the window and said sorry, if I have felt bad, about what he has just said.

I was standing beside him, looking out of the window as he was, I smiled bit artificially in reply and admitted that sometimes even I feel the same. We both were silent for next few seconds, then I expressed my stupid thought, that if somehow we can change the past, Pooja would have said yes to Rohan, on a very first day, he smiled on that, and said “then we would have not met”

and while standing beside me again he said, “we can’t do that, but we can think about changing our present” with that without looking at me he touched my fingers with his hand and tried to take them in his hands. I remained unmoved, to show my consent and closed my eyes, and uttered, “Kartik please take me along with you, I am tired of living alone like this”, and tears started flowing down from eyes.

He turned around and took me in his arms, and cried a lot in his arms. He was hugging me, and I could feel the warmth of love in that embrace. At that particular moment I was losing control on myself, I just wanted to be like that, in his arms forever and ever. Holding my face in his hands he kissed me, I badly needed that, that love, that affection,

but I could not respond to his kiss and continued looking into his eyes, something was holding me back, may be my principals. I was committed to somebody, somebody who was not committed to me actually. Lot of things were running in my mind, yes or no, I was asking myself, I wanted him, his love, his body, lust was rising and I couldn’t control it.

But it’s a sin, I spoke to myself, but I love him, I tried to convince myself. I was feeling very weak, and couldn’t move from there. For me there has always been a blur between what truly is love, and what alone is simply lust. I love the fact that he loves me and I love him, and sex is always good when you love. Then why I am holding myself, I convinced myself.

Sometimes when I recall that moment I still don’t believe that how I got ready for that as I was very philosophical with my thoughts and had my own ethics. All broke within few minutes, how. That particular moment was so powerful that it held me there and I decided to take this moment as a gift from god, belated birthday gift.

He sensed, that I am uneasy; he stepped back, thinking that he has overstepped, and said sorry in a choked manner, by saying “I am sorry, please don’t misunderstand me, I just got carried, I mean… I am falling for you, I know it’s wrong, but I just got insane, please don’t take it otherwise”. Next moment I held him and hugged him tight.

We started kissing and I was lost in his arms. Kissing each others like anything, like true lovers do, and I was feeling that I am in heaven after a long lasting hell. He murmured while kissing “I love you, I want to love you,” “ yes do it, show me your love, I need you” I replied in lustful tone and again we started kissing.

Now all the bars were broken and we had no control over our heart, mind and lust. We both were caressing each other’s body and feeling each other physically over clothes. His hands fled to my` breasts, cupping them gently, squeezing the mounds and finding` them huge, fleshy and warm, swelling steadily. My nipples were getting hard.

His hands moved down my back to my buttocks and he squeezed on of them in his hands. “I love you Rashi”, he whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes and next moment I felt the heat of his lips over mine again. We were kissing again, more passionately and by this time delicacy, elegance and ethics were thrown out of window and we were eating each other like animals.

He fondled my melons and slid my pallu from my shoulder. My breasts jute out to her sight, as both of my boobs were caged tightly in the blouse and my deep cleavage was more than enough to take away Kartik’s senses. He held me tight from my waist and started brushing his lips on my neck and the slope of my breast.

Hurriedly he tried to unhook my blouse and opened few hooks from top. I was in pleasure, I knew that whatever we were doing was wrong, but now things were now in our control. He kissed me on my lips again and I welcomed his tongue in my mouth. We sucked each other like true lovers.

He needed me, my body, my love as I needed him and his body, we both were starved for sex and physical love. I wanted to get fucked; it was very long when I was last fucked by Rohan. I wanted to feel Kartik’s hard cock between my legs, deep inside my fuck hole. Kartik was also desperate to get me, my body, and my fuck hole.

I wanted to get fucked hard and fast, lust was rising and rising higher in our senses. The top three hooks of my blouse were already broken, revealing my deep cleavage and he flicks open two more and pulls my long mangalsutra out of my blouse. I like wearing it, to show that I am married.

These customs and Indian traditions had lot of value for me, also it gives a visual reminder that I am married to another man, I think this exited him even more. Kartik held my breast nicely and my breasts swelled and grew hot and hard in his hands. He ran his tongue through my ear, I puffed loudly. He pinched my stiff nipples through the fine cloth of my blouse.

Bending his head, he dragged his tongue into my cleavage and then, squeezing one breast, sucks it through the blouse. I whimpered softly, arching my back, feeding my breast to his mouth. His tongue was flipping at my erect nipples through the blouse. He moved his hands around my waist and next moment his hands squeezed my buttocks

and he pulled up my sari and petticoat and pushes his hands under it, sliding them up over my naked thighs and then into panty over my buttocks, he started squeezing and parting them. Next moment Kartik pulled down my panty and I was naked underneath. Before I would I have understood anything, he pulled pallu of my sari and tried to take off my sari from my body.

In just few seconds I was just in petticoat and opened blouse. My big milky breasts were peeping out of my bra. He stripped me completely and caressed my body tenderly. I shuddered at his touch; my large breasts were growing further hot and tight as he fondled them, my thick, long nipples were quivering elegantly.

I looked at myself, at my big breast, at my fleshy thighs, at my healthy ass mounds and clean shaven swollen cunt, I blushed and got bit uneasy, I knew my body was not as beautiful as his wife, and that is why I was bit embraced, he sensed that I am thinking something, and asked me that why I appear nervous.

I blushed and spoke the truth, that I look very ugly when I am naked, and Pooja is much more beautiful than me. He smiled and caressed my cheeks, and said that “Pooja can never touch this height of beauty, where you stand”. He said few more words about me which were full of love and romance; I felt some butterflies running in my stomach.

He was so romantic and loving and Pooja was so lucky to get him as a life partner, but unfortunately she never realized real value of this asset. Laying before each other on bed, we kissed and caressed one another. He started fondling my naked body again. I moaned as he squeezed my big ripe melons, my mouth was wide open,

and eyes were fluttering as thick rivers of passion and lust rippled through my body. He opened his trousers and shirt and then under garments, I looked at his naked body. His body matched his features in every respect. His shoulders were immense, broad and deep and bulging with muscle, chest was immensely deep and heavy. He took good care of his body,

and used it well - in combat, in play, in work.. Above all, there was his penis. It was a thing of beauty, it was bigger and thicker and longer than the one which Rohan had. We were laying sideways facing each other and kissing, he drew his finger along my slit and I trembled, as if I was dying for something - anything - to fill it.

My cunt-lips were soaked, as the pleasure juices were flowing and my fuck hole was oozing out warm and sticky cum like a stream of love and lust. “You like oral” he asked me gently with bit of hesitation, “no” I replied while looking into his eyes. I knew he likes it, he really enjoy getting sucked, I remember Pooja told me once, but as I said I never liked it,

although I have done that many times for Rohan but I refused his indirect request, neither he asked me again for that. He crawled over me a bit, and I lay on my back, holding my thick fleshy thighs he tried to spread my legs and I widened them. Holding his rigid, throbbing cock delicately by the cock-head, he guided it to my hole.

I paused, trembling, with his burning cock-head at the doorway of my wet cunt. Tensing, my head arching, he rubbed it on my opening, I moaned loudly in uncontrollable pleasure, finally he squeezed his cock-head into my slit. It was huge and very thick, distending my cunt-lips painfully wide open, finally with a bit forceful push, Kartik’s hard cock made his way,

to my love pot throbbing my cunt lips and with in no time his long hard cock was, pulsating and vibrating inside me. His penis dark and hard and thick and long was disappearing inch by inch into my hot cunt and stretched my fuck hole to the maximum. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I moaned in a low, lust-laden tone.

His buttocks flexed once after he was half inside me and my cunt clamped and sucked hard on his cock and his long and thick cock was completely gulped by my deep wet fuck hole. I was in pain. His cock was so big, so incredibly huge that I thought it would rip me into two from my head to cunt, but I wanted it all, every little bit.

He caressed me gently while fucking, his hands were sliding up and down on my thighs and breasts, making me shudder in pleasure. He reached around and caught my rigid, throbbing nipples, twirled them in his fingers, I cried in pain and pleasure. While pumping my wide opened fuck tunnel, his lips sucked my nipples hard and my face got turned to one side.

He kissed me deeply, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, and my lips parted, and I fenced his tongue with my own. Again his hands ventured over me now at my cunt-lips, fingering my clitoris I moaned thickly, with lust, my hips began to thrash, rising and falling churning my cunt-flesh with his massive crusher.

With each downward thrust, his cock went deeper and deeper in my fuck hole. His buttocks flexed and unflexed rapidly in a squeezing motion, my cunt was contracting powerfully on his penis. He grunted and now he was moving rapidly, jerking faster and faster up and down, back and forth, back and forth, up and down, faster and faster and faster.

"OH... OHh... uhh OHhhh... Uhhhh... OHhh... uhh OHma uhhh Ohma uhh OHhhhmauhh ahhhh uhh ahhhh uhhhh ohhhh... Kartik Kartik ohhh uhhh Ohhh... OH... Oh-OH- OHHH uhh OHHHHHHH!" He was riding me hard and rapidly, my cunt was rising and falling, sliding up and down on the huge length of his penis. I was chanting his name and was about to explode, I tried to hold myself,

as I saw Kartik was also about to touch his peak. His body was jerking rapidly up and down, he was pumping my fuck hole with hell of speed and it was getting higher and higher, our gasps and moans were rising and we were screaming loud in pleasure. At last, he shoved down hard with a long, loud cry and his dick sank down deep between my fleshy thighs into my cunt,

and I just swallowed his penis in my tunnel smoothly till the very end. He fell on me and I held him and immediately grabbed his body tight between my arms and wide open legs and tried to stop his rocking and jerking motion. I orgasmed hard, pinwheels exploded in my head and he gasped as he felt the hard spasm of my burning cunt on his penis, as I came in one tidal wave after the other.

My body got rigid with tension, my buttocks flexed tight; I squeezed my hot fuck hole painfully on his penis as the orgasm thundered through my body. He held me tight quivering in pleasure, sighing in satisfaction as the heat erupted from his cock and he shivered in few short jerks and spewed deep into my love tunnel.

We laid there in each others arms without much words and took a small nap. When I got up, he was sleeping. I used washroom and decided to take a shower. I stood under the shower, rubbed and watered my whole body and cherished the lovely feeling of getting intimate with a person like Kartik.

I remembered Pooja’s words, which she used in past for his husband, that Kartik is very powerful and demanding lover. She was right. Kartik was such a divine lover and he satisfied me so well that I cannot define in words. I wanted more of him. While taking shower and thinking about him I heard some noise from behind, I turned to look back, door was open and it was Kartik,

standing fully naked. He came in shower and held my luscious melons from behind and fondled them and kissed me on my neck. I moaned, he moved his hand lower and moved his finger on my slit and teased me. I puffed in pleasure and took his rod in my hand and jerked it. Slowly he was gaining erection. I turned and looked into his eyes. He was looking at me with lot of love and affection.

We kissed and hugged each other. He asked me something, “can we marry?” I smiled and replied “I don’t know, and I don’t care, I just want to be with you”. We kissed again, and again the fire of lust was lit. He squeezed my big wet melons and took my nipples in his mouth to suck. His mouth was so warm and his touch was so sensual that again I was wet between my thighs.

I was holding his penis in my hands and jerking. My instinct told me to suck his rod, to give him pleasure. I looked at his rod, it was really big and beautiful. Next moment I was on my knees; his semi erect cock was hanging in front of me. I wanted to take it in my mouth, wanted to love him in every way. I wanted to satisfy him completely. He was here for me, just for me.

I opened my mouth and at last, my face distended, cheeks hollowed as I parted my lips wide to engulf him deep in my mouth. He groaned, holding my head, looking down to watch me, he got fascinated by the sight of his enormously swollen penis, now dark and glistening, flecked with his pre-cum gunk emerging and disappearing into my mouth.

I licked his cock-head slowly, sucked tenderly. The warmth of my mouth, the moisture, and my incessant sucking was setting his desire to blow. My head jerked back and forth, the strands of the mangalsutra were tossing on my big naked breasts. He groaned as I began to suck him off harder, my head was rocking back and forth, drawing him deeper and deeper into my mouth,

he grunted while fucking my face slowly, with exquisite pleasure, moving my head with his hands to suit his pleasure, moving it back and forth, back and forth. Suddenly he stopped and groaned and controlled himself from cumming. He took me to the bed, and made me lay on bed, and told me to spread my legs, I obeyed him by parting my thighs apart.

He kneeled down to floor; I was laying on the bed, giving full access of my love hole to him’ Kartik swirled his tongue over my pubic zone and kissed my pelvis. I trembled with excitement. Slowly, he dragged his tongue down to my sodden slit. I arched my head in pleasure as Kartik's thick, rough tongue rippled over my cunt.

I gasped sharply, my mouth was snapping open. My hips lurched and shook, jerking and pumping. He started licking my slit slowly, while pressing it with his tongue "Ohhhhh... UNHHHH Ohh yes! Ohh yes, yes, Ohhh god yes!" I cried. Holding my thighs wide apart, Kartik tongue-fucked me steadily.

He entered his tongue into my fuck hole and tried to take out something from inside. His tongue explored and whizzed in and out of my cunt, flickering and licking rapidly against my swollen clitoris. My cunt streamed with heady, erotic juices. Kartik pressed his face deeper and sucked my love hole to get my juices as much as possible.

It was most erotic feeling which I had till now. I was floating on clouds. I lifted my face to see him, I saw Kartik’s face buried between my fleshy thighs, and he was sucking me with such passion that I just got insane and started screaming and requesting to leave. But he continued and took my clit in his mouth and sucked it with enthusiasm,

and with that he entered two of his fingers in my fuck hole and finger fucked me vigorously. I cried out loudly, trembled and moaned passionately. It was the pleasure which I could not bear. I pushed him away, and tried to control myself while screaming by joining my legs together and squeezing my cunt between my fleshy thighs. Certainly I cummed and felt like heaven.

He made me sit and started kissing and fondling my body, he was ready to fuck me again and his expert hands were arousing me, and now I needed his hard cock deep in my cunt hole. Tenderly he tried to turn me, I understood, he wanted to fuck me from behind, in doggy style. I turned on my hands and knees before him.

He knelt behind me on his knees splayed wide, and, holding my waist, he pulled my cunt toward his cock. I backed myself onto his huge hard penis while looking back. Kartik bent his head and watched in fascination as my cunt inched towards his enormous cock. As I moved back toward his cock, my legs folded under my buttocks. I felt the heat of his cock tip at my soaked cunt-lips.

He quivered in hunger. His huge, flexible body leaned over mine and he slid his hands up to my swollen breasts, crushing and rolling my fleshy mounds in his palms. I gasped as his thick cock was touching my fuck hole opening, my cunt was twitching to get stuffed again. Kartik held me from shoulder and tried to pull me further towards him I eased my buttocks further towards his hard erect rod.

My moan changed into a sharp gasp as his huge cock entered into my narrow tunnel, stretching all my virginal muscles again up to maximum. He grunted at the tight, hot clamp of my cunt on his cock. I impaled myself even deeper, and my face twisted in joy as the huge, hard length of his penis was squeezed into my tight channel.

He sank his shaft completely in my cave and waited. I moaned, as he was touching deepest corner of my love tunnel, which was never explored before. "Mm... you're mine, Rashi, all mine! right?" "Yes," I moaned, "I'm yours...take me along with you. I turned my face to his and he leaned over me to kiss me, his tongue roamed in my mouth.

He pulled bit of his rod slowly from my tunnel, and pushed back deep inside. I moaned in enormous pleasure. He did that again "Yes... shove it in, Kartik... yes... OHHHhhh hanh unhhh hanh OHHh uhhh OHHH hanh anh uhhhh hanh!" He moved slowly at first, rocking back and forth I was on my hands and knees, I slid myself in and out on his throbbing cock in that rhythm.

I tightened my legs to hold his thick hard cock strongly in my fuckhole. Kartik murmured in pleasure as my tight cunt squeezed and contracted on his cock. With every thrust of his cock deep in my fuck hole, I felt a new sensation running through my body. At last, he moved with some speed, and began pumping his hips in a steady rhythm,

driving his huge penis in and out of my cunt with thrilling control. His balls pressed against my buttocks and his thighs slapped at mine. Gradually, he increased the pace, going faster and faster. He dug his hands into my buttocks, held my huge hips and began to rock me back and forth, jerking my cunt up and down on his shaft.

Hanh uhhhh ohhhhh ma uhh oh ma oh ma oh ma uhh OHHH uhh OHMA uhhh hanh!" I cried.
"Yes... UNhhh... Yes! Unhhh... Yes! Unhhhh... Yes!" he panted joyously. He was drilling and pumping me from behind with fast, deep, skewering thrusts, He paused for a second, "More!" I gasped. "Shove it in deeper! I cried in pleasure.

He continued Ohhhhh god yes! Ohhhh yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh god yes!” suddenly he began to ram-fuck me savagely with rapid thrusts. I understood he was closer to his burst. His buttocks and hips swung furiously back and forth as he drove his enormous penis in and out of the soaking and swollen flesh of my cunt. I tightened my legs and clamped his huge dick in my fuck hole.

Ohhhhhuhhh OHhhh uhhh OHhhhhhh!" he gasped. "Yes... ohhh god yes yes yes!" I cried. He took his hand under my belly and fingered my clitoris. Oh my god I just went crazy and moaned loudly, I went through a violent orgasm. My body racked by heaving sobs as the dams burst.

My fingers were clawing the sheet and I was trembling with jerks as stream of pleasure was cumming out of my pubic area with sudden jolts. His own orgasm was uncontainable now, he screamed and exploded with a shudder and jerked out his white sticky cum deep inside my tunnel again. We both were sweating heavily, tired and completely exhausted.

We slept after we cleaned ourself. And by the time we got up it was 5 pm. It was the time around which I leave my office and reach home with in a drive of 45 minutes, but today I was not bothered about time. We fondled each other for some time and again entered deep inside me making me sit on his top and fucked me with tenderness.

Once again we were delighted with the physical pleasure which we got from each other. Later we had tea together, with not much of discussion about our problem. He suggested me to read few books and watch few movies. I left very late, after having dinner with him, and reached home, slept well and got to work next day Kartik reached back, life is moving, as it was moving,

we cherish those lovely moments of sexual pleasure in our talks. Rohan and Pooja are still sexually involved, and now they do it more often. Sometimes I feel that Rohan married me, because he wanted to be in Pooja’s touch, and Pooja needed somebody like Rohan in nature in the appearance of Kartik.

God knows who is correct and who is wrong, I know one thing that now I cannot blame my husband that he has cheated me, but yes he has cheated me first. I don’t know if Pooja and Rohan are really in love, like me and Kartik, or everything is just messed up in lust and infatuation, because lust and infatuations leads to passion and passionate sex,

which happened with Rohan and Pooja and Kartik and me, and this passion caused by lust easily confuses the mind that it is love. I am preparing myself to take few hard decisions that I have to leave Rohan, no matter what happens after that but somewhere I am afraid of its consequents. Kartik is also willing to do the same with Pooja,

but somewhere he is also confused. We are very much interested in getting married, but we are waiting for the right time. I don’t know if lust is driving us too, I don’t know if my perspective is wrong, I know one thing that lust is a desire to satisfy the flesh and it is not patient,

it wants what it wants and at the time it wants it, love on the other hand is divine and it is patient, always willing to wait for the right time. We all are waiting, hope time will show us the way out.

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This sex experience of my life is very different from which we generally read on such sites. Today after thinking for long time I am writing it down. It’s not a swinger's story, or an ordinary partner swapping saga, it is something which I cannot define in one word or line, and rather I will say that even I don't know exactly what it is. So I am leaving that prospect on readers.

After reading this whole experience, I don’t know what conclusion readers will make about me or about rest of the three people about whom I am writing, and truly speaking it hardly matters to me, rather I would like to tell readers that I have made one conclusion after experiencing this, that Sex and Lust is God's joke on human beings and I am sure that he will laughing continuously,

while sitting and looking at us. I have tried my best to make it more like a sex story, keeping incidents intact. Anyway enough of intro now, and here my experience begins, right from start. I am Rashi and my experience revolves around my husband Rohan, my best friend Pooja and her husband Kartik. Certainly names are not true, and I have taken these names from the previous stories of this site.

We belonged to a reasonably big city of India but not metro or cosmopolitan. Pooja and I were very good friends, from our school time and Rohan was also part of our group of friends having few more girls and guys. Even after schooling, I and Pooja were in good touch, rather we were best friends, we did graduation together and slowly life moved on.

We both were mainly in touch of Rohan even after school and during our whole graduation. Reason was simple, Rohan was attracted towards Pooja, and I was bit towards Rohan. Time moved and during our graduation our friendship grew and became strong. I knew that Rohan likes Pooja, I sensed it easily and many times I talked to Pooja about that,

but Pooja had entirely different perspective for him. She was a daughter of Army man and she needed somebody of that class and style. Many times Rohan asked me about Pooja, whether she likes him or not, but I avoided that conversation knowing that Pooja do not think about him in that way. Time passed like that and we three got closer and closer.

After graduation we three got shifted to nearest metropolitan city to do professional courses of our choices. As expected I and Pooja accommodated together as PG and Rohan took flat on rent, sharing with few of his friends. Rohan joined course of hotel management and on one fine day proposed Pooja, as expected she rejected and Rohan got bit depressed.

Life moved on, still we three were good friends. Pooja’s refusal made bit positive environment for me and me and Rohan got closer. If I will compare myself with Pooja in appearance, then truly speaking Pooja was much more beautiful than me. Although I was fair in color and she was bit dusky.

I had a bit big body skeleton but with a flat belly, I had good amount of flesh on my thighs, and ass mounds with big breasts. She was well in shape and had sharp features, curly hairs, nicely shaped arms and legs with flat slender waist, well shaped ass and medium or bit bigger sized breasts. Apart from appearance, we both were very different in nature, she was much more intelligent than me,

I had a simple perspective for life and Pooja had her own style. She was fond of luxuries and urban culture, and I was bit simple and casual. Amazingly even then we were very good friends. Life moved on like that. After few months, Rohan proposed me, I accepted and gradually everything settled down.

I accepted his proposal even after knowing that he is still attracted towards Pooja, I assumed that time will play rest of the part in our life to make our living normal and consistent. All of us were working in our streams and life moved on, I made sexual relation with Rohan even before getting committed and gradually we were moving towards the consistency of this relation.

Rohan was still attracted towards Pooja, but things were moving in positive direction slowly. I had few open conversations with Pooja on this and she assured me that everything will be on track, when she will get her mate. We thought about marriage and because of our different cast we faced some problem, from my family’s side.

Because we were stuck on our decision, so finally parents agreed and everything got settled and we two got married. In the mean time Pooja came in touch of a guy through on of her family friend who was in CRPF at a very good rank. A love affair took place between them and finally they got married. I liked Kartik as a human, and I was happy for my friend that she has got a very good match.

Unfortunately just after 7-8 months of marriage he was posted to the outskirts of one Indian state where Nexelides were active. I think the direct result of this was that the sex in Pooja's marriage was infrequent, though excellent when she has it. We both were very free to each other as I said we were best friends, so we discussed our sex life with each other occasionally.

In her own words Kartik, her husband, is a powerful and demanding lover with considerable skill and stamina. He fucks her superbly and she loves it, but she use to get it occasionally. As a person Kartik was really good man, disciplined and reserved, gentle and soft spoken, well educated and well mannered too.

On my side my husband Rohan was fun loving guy, witty and having good and sometimes vulgar sense of humor, with lot of male ego and flirting habits, also good lover but bit extra horny and he use to convince me to try weird things like oral sex in which partners suck and lick each other; I never liked these things at all.

But slowly I started doing it, as I knew that my husband likes it. Altogether my sex life was full of fun, we use to enjoy and life was moving; as far as I know, I don’t remember if I have ever said no to Rohan for sex, whenever he asked for sex we did it, rather sometimes I use to ask him if he needs an oral pleasure before penetrating, although I never liked doing that.

In my perspective Rohan was living sexually satisfied life with me, as I was living with him. Kartik was staying hundreds of mile away from us and use to come occasionally. Many times he tried to convince Pooja to come along with him, but she disagreed. She wanted to live urban life and was carrier oriented.

Many times I had conversation with her on this subject; even I tried to convince her to do what Kartik is saying, but every time she disagreed. Like that few months passed, we all were busy in our rat race. I don’t know when something started between Rohan and Pooja. I was blind and never saw a single thing happening around me in that way.

This fact came in front of me on the day when we all had a plan to go to the movie, which was followed by the dinner. It was Pooja’s birthday. I knew that initially Kartik tried to make it for this day, but later he informed that his leave application has got canceled. So I and Rohan made a plan to cheer her up, so we made this program.

I don’t know fortunately or unfortunately something happened and I got stuck in my office for unknown time, due to some work. I informed Rohan and Pooja, and finally we cancelled movie and continued with a program of Dinner only. Pooja was supposed to come to our place around 8, so was I and from there we have to move it for our dinner.

Suddenly I got free well before expected time and I was about to call Rohan to inform that I am heading towards home, but I received a call from Kartik, unexpectedly he was in town and he wanted to give a surprise to Pooja. He asked my help to buy some gift for her, I agreed and we met in on of the good markets of the town, he bought expensive jewelry for her and we proceeded towards my house.

We were well before expected time almost two hours early and when we reached Pooja’s car was parked in my campus along with Rohan’s car. It surprised me and Kartik too but not much and we took it casually. Intentionally we entered in house silently, with my set of keys. Nobody was there in living room; we heard some laughing noise from my bedroom.

I moved towards room, but my instinct stopped me, my heart beat went high. I don’t know what I thought and why I moved on the backside of our bedroom and took Kartik along. Silently we stood closer to the window of the bed room, and tried to see inside. Fortunately we had clear view as big portion of curtain was off, and widow was opened, in a way that it was unnoticeable from inside.

Scene inside was that Pooja was sitting on bed and Rohan was missing. Door of bathroom was open; noise of shower was clear, I assumed Rohan is in shower, I knew this because he had a habit of getting a shower before getting into bed for sex. We both, me and Kartik were standing silently, rather we did not had anything to talk about everything was almost understood.

Truly speaking I was worried and at that time I was praying to god to don’t let it happen. We three were very good friends and if Pooja was sitting in our bedroom even in my absence with Rohan, then I had nothing to doubt about, and I thought that if they will not do anything then for me there is nothing to worry about.

I don’t know what Kartik was thinking, he was standing just behind me and like me he was waiting for something to happen or something not to happen. With in a minute or two Rohan appeared on the door of bathroom. Pooja smiled gently at Rohan as he stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower, only in a thick white towel wrapped around his waist.

He smiled at her in return. He came closer to her, she also moved now they were very close, their bodies were almost touching. My heart was pumping very high, Kartik was standing behind me, and he was watching every moment of his wife getting closer to get fucked by someone else, as I was watching my husband, with my best friend.

I couldn’t believe on my eyes, I knew that Rohan had a desire for Pooja from a very beginning, but I never expected this, I never expected that Pooja, my closest friend will ever think of doing this, I don’t know how she agreed to do this and decided to deceit me. Silently he took her by her slim waist and pulled her closer.

She slipped her long fingers on his waist under the towel and tugged it to open the knot, slipping the towel off, to his feet. He was wearing nothing underneath. My husband was standing naked in front of my friend, and her husband was standing behind me, watching his wife doing all this.

She went closer to him and felt the size and weight of his penis against her belly, she tilted her face up to his and they looked in each other’s eyes, for a long moment and the fires of her lust danced in their eyes. He bent his head to hers. His lips met hers and she stiffened at the first, electric touch of his lips and then his tongue slid past her lips and met hers in flickering reply.

She sucked on his tongue, on his lips, met his kiss in measure. His hands were on the nape of her neck, caressing, sliding up and down her slender body, cupping her breasts. He slid the pallu of her sari off her shoulder, and pulled all the plates of her sari at once, It rustle to her feet and he tugged at the draw-cord of her petticoat, letting that, too, drop.

Now she was wearing just panty on her lower half. One by one, he flicked open the hooks of her blouse and she wriggled out of it, finally in her arms, just in bra and panty. By the time Rohan would have drew her panty down to her feet, she herself unhooked her bra and got fully naked. I was going insane watching this, I noticed that Kartik was also getting out of his senses,

he was breathing bit differently may be in anger or embarrassment. I looked behind to see him; he was watching his wife naked in front of someone else. He was looking inside from window without a flick of an eye. Again Rohan took Pooja’s face in his hands and kissed her hungrily, he tongued her ear and sucked and nibbled on her earlobe she moaned nicely when his hands cupped her breasts and they got squeezed properly.

They both were burning with lust and getting hot. Slowly Pooja stepped back and took her finger to her cunt and started rubbing. Rohan knew what she needed, Rohan smiled Shall I lick your slit?" "Mm. Slowly.". She replied in sexy voice. I could hear as widow was bit open. Pooja laid on bed, closed her eyes, spread her legs wider.

Rohan kneeled down and got to his knees on the floor, looked at her luscious naked fuck hole and in a second he buried his face between her legs. She gasped softly as his tongue rolled over her flesh. Do it! Ohhhhhh uhh yes uhhh ohhh yes oh fuck yes!" She gasped and moaned eagerly under his mouth, she started spreading her legs wider, her hips rocking up and down in increasing urgency,

her body jerking and lurching in pleasure. Rohan entered his finger in her slit and finger fucked her along with sucking her clitoris. She was moaning high in lust and passion, unaware of the fact that her husband is watching her getting sucked by someone else. Abruptly, he slowed, making her groan in frustration. "Oh god Rohan oh god," she whimpered please…. Rohan don’t stop.

He chuckled "C'mon," he murmured. "Suck me." Rohan came on bed on his knees, Pooja was already laying on bed, quickly; Pooja took his cock in her mouth and began sucking it furiously. Rohan groaned and gasped, fucking her mouth rapidly, his hands were on her swollen, pendulous breasts, moving up to her head, rocking it back and forth, caressing her face, and going down to her breasts again.

Pooja increased her speed and started sucking and jerking his cock like a machine. She squeezed his fucking dick to make him cry in pleasure and pain Suck my dick! Suck it harder! Ohhhhhh uhh Pooja Chus aur chus Ahhh… Ah…. Saali Raand…. Ahhh…..No….Oh Shit. Suddenly she paused and Rohan went mad, holding his rod tightly he felled on bed in unbearable pleasure.

Pooja laughed cruelly as if she has succeeded in taking revenge. Rohan took few seconds to get into his senses, then after he simply pulled Pooja’s legs and widen them up to max, and shoved his full cock in one go. Pooja screamed in this sudden attack but swallowed the pain without any trouble. Her legs were pointing roof and Rohan was laying and riding on her furiously.

Rohan’s firm rounded buttocks flexed and unflexed rhythmically. His hips moved hurriedly up and down, back and forth, in a fast, seamless, rocking action. She lay on her back, naked, perspiring slightly, her creamy skin glistening with sweat. She was fully naked laying under my husband having just few ornaments on her body, gold mangalsutra and matching earrings and finger-rings of diamond and gold,

4-5 bangles in both the hands and silver payal on her ankles. Her legs were wrapped around Rohan, and he was pumping her fuck hole continuously. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, her body was jerking gently with his thrusts, her fingers clenching his thickly padded shoulders. Rohan bent further over her on his forearms,

He kept his eyes on her face, fascinated by her sensual loveliness. Her lips were parted and next moment he kissed Pooja and sucked her tongue. Her cunt, hot and wet and tight, convulsed greedily on his pistoning penis, her hips writhing and lurching rhythmically under his. "Yes," she murmured. "Fuck me,, Rohan... fuck my hole... yes...... ahhhhhh uhh yes... that's it!".

Rohan got up partially and came on his knees, still leaning on Pooja, holding her knee joints, picked up speed effortlessly, rocking his hips swiftly up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his enormous penis plunging and pistoning steeply in and out of her cunt. She hissed in pleasure as he rammed his cock into her flesh.

I think it crushed her gorged clitoris in its back and forth, to and fro passage, mashing her cunt-flesh delightfully. Her body lurched and jerked faster and faster under his thrusts, her breasts were jiggling and bouncing, her gold necklace was slithering and tossing. Her head flipped from side to side as she moaned ecstatic obscenities, her tongue arching erotically across her upper lip.

"Mm... ohhhh yes... oh ma uhhhh yes uhhh yes... Rohan...fuck me... fuck me, Rohan... ohhhhhhhh uhhhh yes...ohhh He leaned and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked it sexily; her hands were roaming up and down on his naked body. Her hands slid down to his buttocks and she squeezed them eagerly, pulling his flesh deeper into her own.

Rohan murmured fuck yes... take it... oh fuck yes Ohhhhhh uhhh yeh, you fucking bitch... saali kutia, le mera lund apni chut main, pura le ….ye le…. ye le take it. with that suddenly, he switched to a violent trip-hammer rhythm, his hips rocking furiously back and forth and up and down, hammering at hers, his buttocks opening and closing with pauses, his cock ramming and plunging and reaming and plundering and slamming into her flesh.

"OH MA UHHH OHHHH UHH SO... UHHH... OHHHHHHHHHM uhh OHHHHHHHHH!" she cried, her head was whipping back, her mouth was tearing open, her body was jerking and lurching and thrashing furiously under his body, her fingers were now holding bed sheet and she pulled and crushed bed cover in ecstasy.

Suddenly Rohan stopped she moaned thickly, delirious with the pleasure. I could see that Pooja orgasmed violently, her cunt was convulsing frantically on his throbbing, swollen penis, her body arched, breath was hissing from her throat in a choking way, she made a big rattling gasp. Rohan groaned loudly, sitting on his knees, leaning on his hands over her, arching his head,

fighting to control himself as the intense heat and suffocating tightness of her cunt enveloped his piston. On a very next moment Rohan also came violently. Sensing his orgasm, Pooja opened her legs under him and took his cock deeper in her flesh, taking the thick, hot, creamy spurts of jizz completely in her fuck hole.

He kept coming and coming and, bent further to kiss her, Pooja embraced him and they hugged each other. Tears were floating in my eyes, I turned to look at Kartik, he was watching every happening, and as I turned he looked into my eyes and uttered just two words, “let’s go”. We walked back silently and he drove my car to the main road and after driving for around 4-5 km,

he stopped near big walking ground. We both were short of words, through out the way we were silent, even when we were sitting in car we were just thinking, and just looked at each other several times and turned our heads down. How often they had done this? When was she here before this? How long had they been lovers? A thousand unanswered questions flooded our mind.

Finally Kartik broke the silence between us, and he told me to call Rohan and inform him that you are coming. I did that. Kartik told me to behave normal, I was not sure that whether I will be able to do it or not, even then I agreed. Around scheduled time I reached home with Kartik and we did what we were supposed to do.

Pooja was pleasantly surprised to see him, and delighted to see her gift but now everything looked artificial, we proceeded for our dinner, many times she hugged Kartik and he behaved naturally, but on every such incident he looked into my eyes and smiled ironically. We knew everything and that is why every single second spent at that time with them seemed like a torture to us.

Finally celebration came to an end and we reached home. I tried to behave normal and talked to Rohan as much was required. Next morning we continued our routine, my mental state was not good at all rather I was going through hell, I don’t know what Kartik was thinking. Soon I received a call from Kartik. He wanted to meet me, so I packed up little early.

We met; he was very depressed and reluctant to talk about that. We could not think of any solution of this, moreover we didn’t had courage to face this truth. He had a plan to stay for a week, but he was leaving that night only. We had coffee together, saying good luck to each other, as we moved, I asked him to call. He smiled and just said OK and we both took our way.

Life was otherwise on track, but I was very uneasy. My behavior towards my husband changed, and he sensed that. I never asked for sex, because I never felt like doing it, and whenever he asked I made excuse every time. Many times he tried to talk to me about that, but I ignored. Many times I saw few changes and things in house when I came back from work and those changes reflected that Pooja was here and they had a fuck.

Life was moving like that, and bit of tension was building up between me and my husband. I was getting frustted with life, at one time I had Pooja as a friend but now I had nobody with whom I would have shared my pain. I never thought about talking to my parents, because it was my decision and from the very beginning they were not ready for this marriage.

Life was otherwise on track, as far as surface things were concerned. After around two weeks I received a call from some unknown number, it was Kartik. I was pleasantly surprised and happy to talk to him, although we just asked about each other and about our lives. Although we both knew the bitter fact of our life, even then we said that we are alright.

He told me that from the day he has reached back, he was very busy in his working schedule, so he never got time to call me, and later he said that he was very disturbed too and unwilling to talk to anybody in last few days. I took number of his guest house, where he was staying and where I can call him after certain time.

Finally before putting the phone down, with some hesitation he asked me that whether they have done it again, I spoke the truth, that I have got the hint 2-3 times, that Pooja was here at my house in my absence. He just replied with ok and our conversation came to an end. Few more weeks passed like that, and now I was getting use to of this life style, living with a person,

without any physical relation with whom I was in love at one time. From my side I never tried to give him or her any kind of clue, showing that I know everything running between them but I think from my behavior Rohan understood that I got a hint of his immoral character, but he was not at all sure that I know the complete thing and many times he told Pooja to ask me,

but I avoided talking to her on this subject but sensibly reflected normal behavior with her. Few more days passed, life moved. Somewhere I was getting starved for sex and physical love, but not for a fraction of a second I thought about reconciling with Rohan, until he accepts his mistake. May be it was my ego who was holding me back.

For my sexual satisfaction, I started watching xxx movies, which we had, on my laptop, and use to masturbate with my finger, sometimes on bed and sometimes in shower. In the beginning I used this way more frequently to satisfy myself sexually and it worked well but slowly this formula, I mean masturbating and watching movie stooped working, as I was getting bored of that, so I use to do it very occasionally.

Life was moving like that only. One day I was alone at home at the dinner time, as Rohan was supposed to attend a party in his office. Couple of times he insisted me to come along but I refused, so he went alone. I had dinner alone and came to bed with my laptop and watched one xxx movie and slept after masturbating. Somewhere past to midnight I heard some noise, it was him.

Rohan entered in house using his set of keys. I was half asleep, so I remained in my posture pretending myself in deep sleep. He came on bed beside me, I was laying facing away from him. He tried to turn me with force, I turned. He was drunk and tried to came on me, I resisted but he tried forcefully, I pushed him, he started pulling my clothes and ragged them partially,

I was half naked on bed struggling with my own husband. He slapped me and abused me by saying “aaj nahi chhodunga tujhe, saali kutia kya samjhti hai apne aap ko”. It was really shocking for me, to get it slapped by whom I was in love few days back. I tried to push him and screamed on him by saying “go to that bitch with whom you are sleeping, from months”.

My sentence stunned him or may be he was pretending that he is shocked, because first time this matter was opened between us. He screamed and tried to convince me that he is innocent by dominating through his voice. But I had no doubt in my mind, so without listening his excuses I tried to move and entered in toilet.

That night I slept in drawing room and I was very depressed, I cried in night and in morning tried to divert my mind with my work. It was a normal day in office and that day again Rohan was late, I don’t know why. I never asked him and he never bothered to inform me. I had light dinner and came to bed with one book. I was very frustrated from last night’s incident and was in bit crying state.

I had nobody with whom I would have shared my feelings. Suddenly my phone ranged, it was Kartik, I tried to pretend normal, but my voice was choked. He asked me where is Rohan, I spoke the truth, that I don’t know, then he asked me that how am I, I said ok, but I think anybody would have guessed, that I was not ok from my voice.

He asked me the reason of sounding low, I was hesitant to tell him, but he forced me to speak up. I explained him, whatever happened last night. He was really bothered about me and suggested me to go to my parents. But it was clear in my mind I cannot involve any of our parents, as my mother was neuro patient and father had a BP problem,

moreover my father was very short tempered and I was sure that if I will involve my parents then my father will have a fight with his parents and Rohan’s parents were very nice and they always took me as their daughter, besides even they were not medically fit. I talked to him about this, he suggested me few more things and from his way of conversation it was clear that he was worried about me.

I asked him about his life, he said that he has drowned himself in work; even then he is suffering and cannot stop thinking about what his wife has done with him. Although he was pretending perfectly normal with his wife, Pooja and he was totally in her touch. He told me that just before calling me he called Pooja,

and from her way of conversation he felt that she was not alone and that is why he asked about Rohan as a first thing. After few more minutes our conversation ended and before that he promised me that now he will call me more often. I was feeling better after talking to him, and somehow slept that night.

Kartik kept his promise, after that day he started calling me more often and sometimes I called him in the night. Couple of times we had long conversations, our conversations were very casual, sometimes about his tours in interiors and sometimes about my work culture. I was still living with my husband, cooking for him and doing household works,

we use to talk to each other when required, use to watch TV and matches together, everything was moving as usual except the sex part. I was living as if I am living in hostel and Rohan never dared to force me again because he knew that if I will take our parents between us, then he lose his standing,

as he was not sure that how I came to knew about his sexual relation with other woman and up to what extent I know the truth. Worst part was that after knowing the fact that I know the truth, complete or incomplete, he never tried to reconcile by accepting his mistake. Truly speaking if he would have done that, I would have forgotten everything, but at that time his male ego was driving him.

Gradually I started sharing all these views and major portion of my life happenings and my feelings with Kartik on phone and with in few weeks he became part of my life. I was in much better mental state after I got in regular touch of Kartik, he reached somewhere closer to me as a friend. I was falling bit by bit for his nature.

He always liked to listen to me when I keep on talking, which was totally opposite from Rohan. Slowly we further explored each other’s mind and we admitted to each other that we both feel good after talking to each other. Gradually we got closer and closer as time moved. I shared my so many things with him, my likings, disliking, few of my life incidents and lovely time spent on honeymoon with Rohan.

Also this fact that initially Rohan proposed Pooja first, and she refused. Kartik knew this fact. He was also getting free with me, and he too started sharing and told me about few of his incidents and happenings with Pooja. Slowly we got so addicted of each other that we started talking almost daily in night,

I was feeling that my life was changing and to some extent we kept our problem and life partners out of the way, I feel at that time he was at the place where Pooja was at one time, obviously within limits. Truly speaking our conversations were very casual and Kartik never tried to talk to me about sex intentionally, but someway that topic came in conversation and ended immediately.

I shared something, which any woman share it either with her husband or close friend, it was about my period dates. It happened in a way, that on the first day of my menses, I was feeling very tired and sleepy, and in night when Kartik called, I was not in condition to talk to him, I was sounding very low and in that tone I asked him, if we can talk tomorrow.

He couldn’t guess the actual reason and asked me about the matter, I tried to avoid, but he was worried. He assumed that Rohan has assaulted me again physically or sexually, and he forced me to speak up. I had to tell him, he immediately said sorry and told me to take rest and eat nutritious food.

Slowly boundaries of our conversations were getting wider, but we never crossed limits and whole talk always remained elegant and neat. I don’t know about Kartik, that what he use to think about me, but slowly I was getting attracted towards him and somewhere desire of seeing him or spending time with him started rising in me. I was very much starved for physical love and sexual pleasure,

and slowly my feelings, my thoughts and my desires were getting out of my control. While watching xxx movies and masturbating, I thought about Kartik, and surprisingly I realized that I felt that it pleasured me more. I tried this couple of times again, and it was amazing, I was getting good pleasure. I recalled that when I use to masturbate thinking about my husband,

I use to do it very less, sometimes not even after ten days, because I never got that level of pleasure which satisfied me much, but now I started doing it almost daily or maximum with a gap of a day. It was something sinful for me, I knew, but the thing was that I was getting pleasure from this, and I continued doing it.

Every time I masturbated thinking about Kartik, I felt guilty and promised myself that I will not do it again, but again next time I did same and continued like that several times, for few weeks, but truthfully I never thought about making these fantasies real, I never thought about cheating my husband. I don’t know what Kartik had in his mind about me, what I felt that he cares for me, as a friend.

My telephonic conversations with Kartik continued and now while talking to him I started thinking about him differently, something more than a friend. Once while talking to me on phone Kartik asked me about my plan of future, as things between me and Rohan were getting complicated due to lack of conversation.

He told me to talk to Rohan clearly, but I knew that he will never talk to me about this and will never accept his mistake. He was most egoistic creature ever came in my touch. He had a superiority complex of being a man, and somewhere I was also stuck with my ego that I will not reconcile, until he will say sorry for what he did.

Things were moving like that and slowly I was falling week in absence of love and sexual pleasure, I was unable to talk to Kartik from almost a week, because he was on tour, far away from his base. Things were accumulating inside me and I was bit frustrated and during this my birthday came, highly emotional day for me.

It was my second birthday after marriage, and I don’t know why I was hoping this that today differences between me and Rohan will be resolved. I assumed on my own that today he will reconcile and will take me in his arms. But since morning I was alone, he never bothered to talk to me properly.

My parents, and my in-laws called me to wish, Pooja called me to say happy birthday but Rohan never thought about wishing me, actually that day I was expecting a lot from him, even after mornings disappointment, I was hoping that he will surprise me in evening, I prepared few good dishes in dinner which we use to have on such occasions, but around 8 he massaged that he will not come home tonight.

I was totally alone, with nobody around me to celebrate, with lot of good food, prepared with lot of efforts and feelings. I was so depressed and controlling myself from crying. Kartik called in the night, I was unable to utter a single word, and I just started crying. He didn’t had a knowledge that it was my birthday, he just called me because he use to call me on regular intervals.

After listening my weeping, he tried to ask me that what has happened, but I was unable to say anything, I was just crying and sniffing. He just got scared, assuming that something terrible has happened to me, he was asking me again and again that what has happened. I was unable to sense that scared tone of his questions to me,

I uttered few words that was, “please come if it is possible” while crying, and he replied “ok I am coming, but tell me that what has happened”, he held the line till I gained some senses, I realized that I have terrified him, I said sorry to him for that and explained him everything. After I was finished he felt relieved that I am ok and nothing dreadful has happened between me and Rohan.

Then I again said sorry to him for what I did and told him not to come in hurry, as I was perfectly alright. He said ok to that and wished me happy birthday. We talked to each other casually and he told me about the adventures things happened during his tour.

After some time we finished and seriously once again I felt that I am feeling much better after talking to him. Don’t know what was that, but I was losing control on myself, my thoughts and desires.

I thought that if I would have at the place of Pooja, then I would have gone with him, no matter where he stays, in village or forest. A thought of being Kartik’s wife made me so happy that I started day dreaming, few days passed like that, and I was enjoying living in dreams.
To Be Continued…

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