Aditi And Dhondu

Hi, I am Aditi, this is one of my weird and terrible experience, yet an experience which I cannot forget thro' out my lifetime. I was told that I have a very attractive figure (36-28-38) and my height is 5'6".

I was 23 when I got married to Sandeep a good-looking distant relative from my mother's side. During first one year it was a good going, we had an average sex relation, but then probably for Sandeep it became a routine and I always wanted a real wild sex.

After one and a half years of our marriage, Sandeep got a transfer to out skirts of the city and obviously I had to shift with him there. We were provided with a good independent house with good facilities. Sandeep used to leave the house at around 9 in the morning and come back around 8-9 in the evening. I had all the facilities in the house but then after a few days it was getting boring.

We had a housemaid named Neera around 38 years of age, she was a very nice lady and used to take care of me thro' out the day. She lived in a small house about ½ an hours walking distance with her husband Dhondu and 4 children. After few days she came close to me and started sharing her good bad (mainly bad) things with me.

Dhondu was a mali (gardener) and used to work on few garden and farms around. He used to come home drunk abuse Neera and her children and sometimes beat them also. I started advising Neera that she should revolt against him and not allow any of his nonsense, which she followed. But this proved otherwise for me and went thro' this weird and terrible experience.

It was around mid July and rains were at the peak. Sandeep that morning had gone for a visit for 2-3 days but could not take me with him, and I decided to leave the same afternoon at my in laws. At around 11 Sandeep called me and told that it was raining very heavy and advised that I should not leave that afternoon, but next morning, I had no choice. Neera had left after completing her daily chores and now no body was at home.

I came to my bedroom and started looking in the mirror, since I was supposed to leave to my in laws place, I had dressed up in a pink transparent sari and sleeve less blouse, left my hair loose and sprayed my favorite exotic perfume. I admired myself, I was looking charming and sexy in my smooth silky skin, my heavy boobs and buttocks. I thought of Sandeep and missed him badly and got horny and started moving hands on my boobs and open space between my blouse and sari, tickling my navel. I was lost in my erotic thoughts as the heavy rains outside was adding fuel to fire, my nipples started get hard and got a tingling sensation in my crotch. Suddenly I heard a loud knock at the door and came to senses.

I opened the main door and saw a man standing there, he said "main Dhondu hoon", and I immediately came to know that he was Neera's husband. He was a dark, tall and strong man in his 40's, slightly bald, and unshaved poky face, he was taller than me. Dhondu was wearing a dhoti, and stained half shirt. He was staring at me thro' his red wide eyes, I knew he was drunk as he was stinking of country liquor. I got terrified and started closing the door by force, but he put his leg in between and pushed the door. He said, "apne aapko bahot shani samajhthi hain, meri biwi ko bhadkati hain, wo mere ko paas nahin ane deti" saying this he pushed me inside by holding my bare arms. While doing this he was also pushing against my chest and boobs and entered inside. I started shouting at him and crying for help, but there was no body around and no one could have heard in the sound of lashing rains and thunders.

Chup Sali bhosdi ki maderchoddddddd. Dhondu pushed me against the wall and said "aaj main tumko nahin chodunga, main sirf tumhari choot phaad doonga", while saying this he was moving his hands on my neck and cheeks. There were tears in my eyes and I started pleading with him, and asking him to forgive me, and that I will not say anything to his wife, but all was in vain. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me on him and kept his rough lips on my lips. Oh, he was stinking so badly, I could not stand it. But he kept pressing his lips and started licking my lips, cheeks and neck. In the hush my pallu fell down and my boobs were open to him, he gave a wicked smile his eyes became more red and I could see the "hunters expression" on his face. With full force I pushed him on the ground and ran towards my bedroom. But he got up immediately and caught my pallu, which was lying on the floor as I was running, within one stroke he pulled my sari and I was on my petticoat and blouse. I was sweating and my heart was beating heavily.

Somehow I entered the bedroom but could not close the door, he came in and caught me from behind. He started mercilessly pressing my boobs and biting and licking my open back, he was holding me tight from behind and rubbing his hard on between the gap of my buttocks. I was getting frustrated, shouting and crying, beating and scratching him, but nothing could help. He now started removing my blouse hooks and I pierced my nails on his hand but he was thick skinned and kept on pulling and breaking the hook. Finally he could remove all the hooks tore and pulled my skimpy blouse and threw it away. I started throwing things from my dressing table on him one bottle hit him hard on his forehead and he started bleeding. He got wilder on me and gave a hard slap on my face and holding my hand started twisting from behind and abused, aaj teri chut ka bhosda nahi banya to mera lavda kat ke fek dena. I was in great pain and cried and begged, but there was no mercy now. He put his had on my petticoat and started releasing the nada while holding my waist by one hand tightly. After struggling for a while he could release the knot and my petticoat was on the floor.

I was in bra and panty exposing valley of my boobs, soft fleshy thighs and buttocks, beautiful, sexy and voluptuous female, a desire for many a men, but now in arms of an ugly drunken rogue. He could see this site from behind me in the mirror and went really wild and mad and before I could settle removed his shirt and was only in his dhoti. His dark muscular body was shimmering and smelled of that typical sweaty smell of a peasant, I could see his cock stand clearly now. He pushed me on the bed said, "ab jada natak karegi to, khatam kar doonga Bahenchod" and I knew there was no escape. I started shivering and sweating and he came on me and started kissing and nibbling my lips. Now his hands were moving all over my body; and he moved below caressing and licking my bare body his unshaven beard was pricking my body giving a feeling of disgust.

I could feel his hard on between my bare thighs, he asked me to remove my bra, but I refused. He bit me on the shoulder and said, "agar nahi nikalegi to kaat ke khoon nikaloonga nakhre karti ho kabhi chudwaya nahi kaya" I knew he was like a fierce animal and would tear me apart. I lifted myself and released the bra hook. He pulled my bra and madly started staring at my open boobs and the brownish nipples. His rough and hard hands started pressing and kneading my boobs and nipples, with one hand he was sucking and nibbling my nipples and other hands pressing and squeezing other boob. He now started removing my panty and slid it down my silky legs. Dhondu's eyes were glimmering with lust and fire, here was a young beautiful sexy malkin of his wife lying totally naked in front of him.

He asked me " kyo ab kaisa lag raha hain rani " I did not reply and moved my face away. With force he parted my legs and started at my shaven cunt, and said, "wah, ye amir aur khoobsurat logon ka saman bhi khoob surat hota hai, bilkul malai ke jaisa, chatne ko jee chahta hain" and he started licking and biting my thighs and slowly reached towards my cunt. I tried to close my parted legs but his grip was so farm that I could not move a little bit. He put his hand on my cunt and started pressing the labia and inserted his finger inside and making to & fro motions. Suddenly and unknowingly I started moaning "ooohhhhh" he gave his wicked smile and said, "kyo Aditi memsaab, ab aa rahan hai na maja" and he came down between my thighs and started licking my cuntlips and inserted

his tongue inside my warm cunt.

He was now like a wild dog licking and nibbling my cunt and some how slowly I started getting pleasure out of his roughness. I lost my control started moaning and said, "aur chato Dhondu, kat lo aaaaaahhhh main pagal ho rahin hoon".

I could realize that my cunt had become wet with his saliva and my juices, I had forgotten every thing pulling him on me. He ripped open his dhoti and underwear in a flash of second and was between my parted legs. I was stunned looking at his shaft it was very long, thick and black, throbbing and raring to enter inside my tight cunt. (I started comparing his shaft with Sandeeps thinner and shorter penis and felt ashamed). Suddenly

coming to senses I started pushing him away and said, "nahin dhondu ab bas, iske aage nahi, main ye nahin karne dongi" He slapped hardly on my thighs and said, "kutya ab kisi ka baap bhi aap ko bacha nahi skata" and kept me clamped under him. He again started licking my cunt and mercilessly kneading and squeezing my arse and thighs with his rough hands and I started coming under his spell again. Now he had taken control of me totally and brought me to this extent laughed and said, "haan Aditiji ab tayyar ho jao chut ka bhosda banana ke liye" and rubbed and squeezed my cunt.

Dhondu hold his thick long shaft and started rubbing his dark purple head on my wet wet soggy soggy cunt, I moaned again and felt now nobody (even me) can stop Dhondu from fucking me. I started losing my senses, forgetting that I am a beautiful married woman from a high class society, getting raped by an obnoxious filthy man, my maids husband. (But some body has said "when you can't avoid the rape, lie down and enjoy it", how true it was now) I pulled him over me and said, "bas Dhondu ab ghusao apna lund meri choot ke andar aaaahhhhhh saha nahi jata ab. Muze kutya ki tarah chodo". Getting the signal Dhondu with one strong jerk pushed his shaft in my cunt and I cried with pain. He got over me shut my mouth with his lips and started biting my lips and forcefully pressing my boobs and nipples and slowly moving his shaft inside my cunt. In a short while, the pain subsided and I started pushing my hips from below.

Now he started ramming his cock with full force and vigour, I cried "aaaahhhhhh Dhondu jor se aur jor se phaad do meri choot" I felt what language I am using but then I was under Dhondu, his whore for time being. He was really a strong man, he was pumping me for more than 10 minutes, I had one orgasm but he was still going strong. We both were now fiercely pumping from both directions, biting and licking each other, he was pressing my arse and thighs and ohhhhhhhhh, it was heaven. The speed and force was at the ultimate and I knew I was cumming. Suddenly Dhondu gave a loud moan and exploded in my cunt, I could feel the hot lava like liquid going between my thighs, and in my cunt and I came at that instant. He was still pumping for a while still his shaft became limp and he crashed over me pressing my entire body.

He lay there on me for a long time and we were cuddling and kissing each other. After wards we had a bath and had 1 more rounds till we were deeply satisfied. Dhondu then was a regular visitor to our house till we shifted from that place. Off course we took care in those sessions (condoms and all).

Aditi ended her weird and terrible experience, yet an experience, which she could not forget. She was holding my hand and suddenly put it between her thighs and I knew she was horny and wanted me. I pulled her near me

As we finished that long and wild orgy which lasted for about an hour, we were so tired that we slept in each other's arms naked for a very long time 4 hours or so. When I woke up I (at around 5 in the evening) saw that Dhondu was sleeping next to me, his hands were on my tummy and hairy legs on my thighs. I felt uneasy and sticky between my thighs touched and saw on my hand it was red, Dhondu had tore my clit as said, which Sandeep couldn't. Somehow I felt guilty and ashamed that I had initially resisted but then succumbed to this rogue and also enjoyed that assault of his.

I slowly got up and headed to the bathroom. I was under the showers for maybe an hour trying the wash out the stains and muck Dhondu had spewed on me.

As I came out of the bathroom in my bath gown, I saw Dhondu was not there but his clothes were lying on the floor. I wondered where is he and heard some sound from outside, when I went there I saw him in the common bathroom thro' the gap as he had kept the door open. He was merrily applying soap all over his body, smilingly singing some local song in his hoarse voice. I was amazed; this rogue after having raped some married women was not bothered but was carelessly enjoying every moment of his bath.

He was now applying soap on his thick long shaft, and it was erect again. I remembered about his huge shaft ramming my tight cunt and started getting horny again.

I quickly moved away kept his clothes out and started getting dressed up. I spayed perfume all over my body, wore set of black laced bra and panty, put on my favorite pink night gown (sleeve less but with a jacket) and started drying and combing my hair. It was still raining outside and my mood started swinging again like in the morning.

Suddenly I heard the door knock, and asked from inside "kya hai?" Dhondu was asking me "humko jana hai ke rehna hai" I asked him to go away, but immediately realized that I was alone in this house and in this rainy and windy night would have died with fear and

scare of any untoward happening. I went out and saw Dhondu was standing near the door; he was wearing Sandeep's lungi and kurta which Sandeep had left in the living room. I was amused at his audacity and said, "yeh kya pehena hai tumne, ise jaldi utaro" he giggled and said

"ab inko utarunga to phirse nanga ho jaoonga". In that tense situation also I laughed and responded to his silly joke. He became bold again came near me and caught my hand and said, "Aditi rani ghar me daru hai kya" I got angry and said "kyon phirse wahin karna hai aur mujhe chodna hai" he said "nahin, ab jo hoga pyar se hoga varna nahin karoonga". I smiled at his reply and agreed to give a bottle of whisky (we used to keep good drink stuff in our house).

He sat on the sofa and started drinking; I was sitting opposite him and watching, he was drinking so fast that the bottle was almost half finished within no time. It was pouring outside and winds were blowing heavily making the atmosphere moist and chilly. Dhondu was high now and asked me, "Aditi rani, tu bhi pee lena ek do peg, thandi nikal jaegi" I was feeling like having drinks but avoiding, but after lot of persuasion from Dhondu agreed to have only one. He filled my glass and we started drinking, after about ½ an hour I realized that I had finished first peg and he had filled my glass again since I was feeling warm now I gulped the 2nd peg within 5 mins, and asked him to fill my 3rd. I saw in the clock it was almost 8 and had turned totally dark. I realized I was also high now and looked at Dhondu, he was staring at me with lust in his eyes. He got up from his seat and came and sat near me, kept hand around my shoulder and slowly started removing my jacket, as he removed my jacket my bare arms and chest were exposed, since the gown inside was low cut and sleeveless.

He started caressing my bare arms and pressing my boobs, somehow knowingly I could not resist his moves, I knew any way if once it had happened there was no way to avoid him any further. I had finished my 3rd peg and really got a kick, but then had not lost my senses. I slid towards Dhondu and put my hand on his lavda and could feel his hard on, he got up removed his kurta and lungi, made me stand and started unbuttoning my nightgown. Within no time I was in my bra and panty exposing my voluptuous and sexy body to this filthy devil standing naked with his only asset his long thick and erect throbbing rod.

Mesmerized and high with drinks, I unknowingly knelt down and started kissing his lund and slowly slid it inside my mouth forgetting the level gap once again. He groaned loudly and caught my head with my hair and thrust his cock further inside till it touched my throat. I slowly started moving my mouth to and fro, a loud moan escaped his mouth, "chus mera lavda bada maza aa raha hai banchod maza aa gaya" and he put the big finger of his right foot in my cunt and started moving it inside and with his knee pressing my boobs while tickling my left ear and neck with his hand, the rascal was not leaving any part of my body untouched and I was enjoying every dirty move of his. As he was pumping his big finger in my cunt juices were oozing out and I was getting hotter.

I increased my speed of sucking and slurping his rod I soon realized that I was getting my first orgasm and moaned loudly. He was also moaning and saying, "aaahhhhhhh kya maza aa raha hain, our zor lagao Aditi, meri jaan, meri maal, meri rani nikalo mera pani" (and many more abuses which I had never heard in my life but was tolerating as in fact I was his whore now) while saying this he was fucking my mouth and pumping his rod to my throat, till he let a long grunt and exploded in my mouth and spew all his cum in my mouth and throat, I wanted to move and throw his shaft out but he was holding my hair so tight that against my wishes I had to swallow his cum till the last drop and till his huge shaft became limp in my mouth.

As he left me I ran to my bathroom and vomited out every thing brushed my mouth and came out and saw he was spread naked on the sofa and enjoying his drinks, I thought what a shameless character no feelings, no care, but then if he had feelings he would not have beaten his wife and not have beaten, abused and raped me mercilessly. I had got very angry on him but then was feeling helpless and knew that his assaults are not over, there was a whole night in front of us. In the fit of anger I went and gulped a full glass of drink in one go and filled another and started drinking it, Dhondu laughed loudly and said, " kyo meri rani, ghusse me bahut chikni deekh rahi ho" and got ahead and pressed my fleshy thighs, I got a strong current in my body and wondering was I becoming shameless also, just sitting in front of him in bra and panty and getting turned on by his mere touch.

It was around 9 and Dhondu said "Aditi kya tumhe bhukh nahin lagi hai ya phir sirf yahin bhookh mitane ka irada hai" and I realized that even I was starving. I collected some morning sabzi from the fridge and bread and eggs and finished eating.

The liquor effect had started growing on me and I now wanted Dhondu again in me. He got up and told me that we should now do in the open, in the rains. Oh what a lover he was, now wanted to be romantic. I immediately got wrapped up in a black nylon sari over bra and panty, Dhondu in the mean time had put on lungi.

We went to the terrace, I saw the surrounding was dark, still and silent except that it was drizzling, with showers and thunders, it was lightning also in between, what a romantic site it was. We stood there holding each others arms and getting wet in the drizzle, listening to the voice and getting to see each other in the flash of lightning, like lovers enjoying our romance. Thinking logically I concluded that, it was this kind of sex I always yearned for since I got to know about sex, rough, tough and wild, and Dhondu was the man who gave me that, may be a rape to start with but what my mind and body really wanted and here he was with me getting me to it again and again.

Dhondu pulled me on him and once again I was in his arms and he kissed my lips and said, "ab to aur bi sundar lag rahi ho rani, bilkul menaka jaisi, mere to bhaag khul gaye hai ke to tumhe mai itni dafaa chod raha hun aur tum mujhse bade maje se chudwa rahi ho" I knew this is his way of romance but what more could I have expected from an illiterate and arrogant peasant. I was shivering and trembling with the chill and drizzle, but then I wanted to have this unique and wonderful sexperience of my life. His rough hands started caressing my open back and my boobs were crushing his chest, I slid my tongue in his mouth and started moving it inside and felt the warmth of his mouth. Now all boundaries were crossed, first time in my full senses I was offering myself totally to Dhondu my lover, my paramour, my sex stud of this night, who was making me feel like a complete woman and satisfying my inner most sex desires.

He now got a little away from me cleaned the floor with is rough hands and removed his lungi and my sari and spread on the floor, what preparations for a session, I thought and giggled. He looked at me and said, "aab ye jamin saaf nahin karoonga to tere peeth me

chubh jayenge aur tum besharam jaise hass rahin ho" and giggled loudly, I was taking all abuses from him happily because he was my man this night. I unhooked my bra and he slid my panty down and I was naked ready for that wild assault in the Slashing rains.

Suddenly Dhondu got up and gave me a tight embrace with full force crushing me in his arms and wildly started pressing my boobs and arse and nibbling and sucking my lips. I was crying, "aaaahhhhhhh Dhondu zara dhire dard ho raha hain", but now he was again that wild animal and attacking my tender flesh with utmost vigor and force. Slowly I started enjoying my wild lovers assault and shrieked "ooohhhhh maaaaa zor se Dhonduuuuuuuuuu". It started raining heavily and we were drenched but the heat generated by Dhondu was much more to overcome the chill and my shivers.

While he made me sleep on the so-called bed he had made out of his lungi and my sari, he immediately came between my legs and put his hands and hard pressing my buttocks pulled me up and wildly started biting and licking my fleshy thighs and reached my cunt

and inserted it inside tongue fucking me. My shrieks and moans increased to such an extent that, if it was not raining and silent, some one a mile could heard me, "uuffffffffff chaat lo choos lo maza aa aha hai" I could feel I am nearing my orgasm, what a feeling it was heavens could not been better and I came with flowing juices from my cunt splashed

all over his face and he was licking it like a wild hungry dog. I laid there for a while as he was playing with my body and he came over me licking my thighs, and started pressing my flat tummy and tickled the belly button, making me hot again for the final assault and I was waiting for it like a hungry bitch.

Dhondu now got up on his knees with his monster throbbing cock and started rubbing his hard swollen head on my cuntlips, I was getting aroused once again knowing that his is going to be a fuck of my life. As he rubbed his rod head for 2-3 minutes my already soggy slit with rainwater and my juices was itching to take his massive rod inside and I started wriggling under him. He got the signal and with one solid jerk inserted his entire shaft inside, my tight cunt clasped it giving a perfect position for a hot wild fuck. He started stroking and increased his speed. What a wonderful and mind blowing experience it was the rain was lashing his back and he was pumping me like a bull he was ramming my cunt and his balls were slopping my arse, this was going on for a long while and I was at the peak, "aaaaggghhh mere Dhonduuuu jor lagao aur jor lagao, mere andar aag lagi hai, bujha do" and continued stroking hard, what a powerful and strong man he was, making me completely mad and then with log shriek "aarrgghhhhhhhh mein aa rahi hoon" and I came and pulled him down and started licking his lips like mad. I was lying fully satisfied, the water was dripping allover my body and face but he was still pumping, in the flash of lightning I could see the wild __expression on his unshaved poky face.

I was stunned and said "bas karo Dhondu meri jan ab dard ho raha hain" he slapped me and said "Sali kutti apna huan to mereko sarakne ko kehti ho, main pani kahan nikaloo" and he removed his still throbing fully erect shaft from of my cunt and turned me around with my buttocks facing him and I guessed what was to happen, one more horrifying and terrible experience.

He stretched my legs apart and spat on his hand and applied his spit in my asshole and started fingering my asshole "oohhh" I moaned and he said, "aab choot ke baad teri gaand bhi phaadonga aur maza aayega tereko" and started rubbing his tight shaft on my asshole, it was already lubricated with my cum and it slid smoothly till 1 or 2 inches in my hole and started pumping it slowly but steadily, I gave a long moan "ouchhhhh aahhhhhhh" and he thrust it with force inside, it pained very badly and I shouted at the top of my voice, "aaiyyeeeeeeeee ruk jao, nikalo bahar, dard ho rahahai aaiieeee". while I was crying and tears rolling over my cheeks, but now he had no mercy and kept on ramming and pumping to his wild desires. Slowly the pain subsided and I started enjoying again and lifted myself on my knees to give him full position for the final go he was now grunting and roaring and thumping his rod a fast as he could and I was getting my first ass fuck from this rascal and I screamed in ecstasy, "oooohhhhhhhh Dhondu meri jaaan mere sand, lagao zor, phad dalo apni Aditi ki gaand" I that orgy my language and turned filthy but we were at the peak. After ramming for another 5 mins or so he exploded in my asshole releasing his load and I also came for the 2nd time in that session. And he collapsed on my back completing the total fuck game and we laid there in lashing rains for a long while, his unshaved face was pricking my smooth back skin and the stink of liquor was coming from his mouth, but his cuddling kissing my nape and back was not stopping us moaning with ultimate satisfied pleasure.

Heart Doctor

"I have to tell you something, Anoop," my wife, Kamal, said. She sat across from me over breakfast. Bright sunlight streamed through the apartment window behind her back. Kamal looked stunning as always. She wore just a flimsy chemise and her cotton panties. That was one thing I liked about her. She always seemed to be in a state of semi-undressed.

"Uh-huh," I said. My head was buried in the morning paper. I was following up about the story of the two missing teenage girls. The police had no clues as yet.

"This is a very serious matter that I want to tell you. Please put the paper down," Kamal said. Her silky black shoulder length hair accentuated her pretty features as I gave her my attention.

"OK. Tell me," I said folding the newspaper.

"I did something and I want your forgiveness and understanding," Kamal started. She clasped her hands on the table.

My first reaction was that this was going to cost me money. I braced myself for a substantial dollar figure accompanied by a no win story.

"When I went to India for Mama's bypass surgery, Dr. Dinesh was the only doctor who had the facility and the expertise to handle the operation. Her chances for making it through was non-existant with any other heart specialist. Each day the chances for recovery worsened and it took me three days of pushing the right buttons just to see the doctor," my wife said. She gulped down the rest of the orange juice and proceeded. "When I finally met him, he told me that he couldn't take any new patients for the next six months as his calendar was full."

Since my mother in law did have the surgery and is recovering, I braced myself to hear how my wife had given the doctor some exorbitant amount of money to get my mother in law under the knife immediately. My second thought was that if my wife had given the respectable doctor a handsome monetary inducement, how come I wasn't aware of it.

"I was just quiet...sitting in the doctor's office," Kamal continued. "I couldn't believe my mother had to die because the doctor was just too busy. Her situation was so precarious, she couldn't even travel. Then the doctor said that if I was willing to give him sexual favors, he will..."

"Wait a minute," I said. "Is that what the doctor said. Why didn't you slap that bastard's face."

"Let me finish," my wife said. "He said that he will have my mother's illness immediately taken care of. However he warned me that since the whole operation and recovery would take a month, that I must reside in his house and to be ready to service him or whoever else upon his instructions."

I studied my twenty-three years old wife and I couldn't imagine her sleeping with the aged doctor or anybody else in that case. "So how did you manage around that proposition? How much money did you promise the doctor?" I asked. My wife believed that money grew on trees.

"There was no money exchanged. He didn't want money. He wanted my body and I had

no choice. I agreed. For twenty-six days and nights he had me," Kamal said. She brushed her hair off her face.

I chose my words carefully. "We are not talking about what you had for dinner last night," I said. I slammed my fist on the table. "How could you do this? How the hell could you even consider it."

"Look it wasn't easy doing it but I had no choice," Kamal said.

"There are always choices. Couldn't you even have tried other options. Checked the hospitals in other cities. I cannot believe that you were duped so easily," I said. I felt sick in my stomach.

"My mother has only me to take care of her. Even now that she is recovering, there is really no one to take care of her. I begged her to come to San Diego but she would not leave. We have people taking care of her but it is not the same," Kamal said.

"How could you have given your body so easily. At least you could have consulted with me first?" I said. The energy in my body seemed to have drained out.

"Sure, I could have given you a call and said, 'Anoop, I have to fuck the doctor so that he will operate on my mother,'" Kamal said.

"You should be apologizing and instead you are raising your voice. I should be slapping your face right now. God dammit! Do you know this changes everything," I said.

"I wouldn't have told you this if I didn't believe we could overcome it," Kamal said. She leaned back on her chair lazily playing with her bowl of cereal.

"How would you feel if I had an affair?" I asked. Although it was getting warm, I didn't move to open the window.

"This is different. This is called doing what you had to do. It is called accepting the hand that you are dealt with," my wife spoke.

"Well it is not possible for me to accept this situation. I cannot accept the fact that my wife has been doing who knows what with this so called respectable surgeon," I said.

"I will tell you everything that happened, otherwise I don't think we could ever get back to some kind of normalcy," my wife suggested.

"I don't think I want to hear it," I said. "Even then how would I know you have told the whole truth."

"When you hear it, you will know that I have told you everything," she said.

On that Saturday morning my wife narrated to me with a lot of graphic details the events that took place in her twenty-six days as a slut in Dr. Dinesh's domicile. I was surprised, mesmerized, turned-on and disgusted by her narration.

I became irritated as she chatted away with a certain sense of eagerness as to what transpired during her time at the doctor's house. I couldn't stop her as I wanted myself to hear everything. I needed to hear all the gory details.

"Dr. Dinesh came to me with lust that first night. He practically ripped off my clothes, had his greedy mouth on mine and just shoved his dick into me. He was just fucking me like an animal. It was painful. I thought to myself that what did I get into. But I kept brave for my mother's sake," she said.

"You are not getting any sympathy from me," I said.

She ignored my comments. "His hands would grab my breasts. He was very rough with them. He pulled at my nipples. His greedy mouth sucked on them hard. His fingers played with my pussy. He knew where my clit was and played with it. That first night, he did it to me four times. The worst part is the way he looked deep into my eyes everytime he pushed his dick into me. I couldn't stop thinking that this man would be my father's age and he was fucking me." My wife's nipples became more pronounced underneath the chemise as she continued talking. "At that point, I didn't like the doctor. Then he left for work and I got some sleep. When I woke up, I had no idea where my clothes were kept. Then one of the maids came, gave me a robe and showed me where they were. I went downstairs for my breakfast where I bumped into his son."

"He had children?" I inquired.

"Just one son," she said. "He was my age but he was very rude. He just stared at me angrily. Didn't say a single word." Kamal stretched her arms making her nipples still more pronounced. "My mother was in the intensive care unit that first week right after the surgery. I couldn't get to see her much but I still stayed at the hospital all day. That second night was pretty much the same as the first. He was like a kid with a new toy. He wanted me in every which way. He made me parade up and down in his bedroom naked. He had me spread my legs apart. He sat there staring at it. Then he would grab me, pin me under his body, and shove his dick in me. Another night of intense fucking."

"Looks like you were enjoying yourself," I said.

My wife ignored my remarks again. "Dr. Dinesh left early as usual. I slept on as I was too exhausted. Then the sheets got pulled away and I began shouting at the idiot maid who couldn't see that I was sleeping. I wasn't wearing anything but I couldn't care less until I opened my eyes and saw Rajiv, the son, just staring at my body with an evil grin," my wife narrated.

"Don't tell me you had sex with the son, too," I said. I could feel the acid in my stomach churning.

"Everyday after his father left for work," Kamal answered my question. "After he pulled the sheets out, he took his clothes off and got on the bed. He has a great body. His dick was big and strong. He put his mouth on my breasts and sucked them. He went back and forth on each breast, then he started kissing his way down my stomach all the way to my pussy. He licked my pussy. His own father's semen was dripping out and he was licking it up. It felt strange. Finally he positioned me doggy style on his father's bed and slid his dick into me. After he ejaculated, he left."

"Why didn't you have sex with all the relatives while you are at it. The son had nothing to do with the agreement. You could have resisted," I said.

"If I resisted, I would have been raped anyway. The police would side with the influential doctor, not with me," Kamal said. "Anyway, the son fucked me every morning after his father left home. He told me not to tell his father and I didn't, but I think his father knew anyway."

"So you slept with the father and the son. What else?" I asked.

"Looks like you want to hear all the details," she said.

"Don't I deserve to," I replied. I knocked the salt shaker down, spilling a few granules on the table.

"You're right," my wife said. She had that certain expression that made her so irresistable. "One day, a week later, I waited in bed as I did every morning for Rajiv, but to my surprise he wasn't alone that morning. He had come with his two cousins who were just teenagers. He pulled out the sheet to show them my body. I was so embarrassed. They were staring at my pussy and my breasts. After that initial embarrassment, I just let them stare. I could see they all had a bulge in their pants. They were all hard for me. So I stood up."

"You stood up naked in front of them?" I asked. I felt myself getting an erection. If I stood up, she could see it through the thin fabric of my pajamas.

"I don't know what happened. It felt good to be naked and to be watched. So I walked among them and asked them to feel me up. Rajiv had his hands over me first to show his cousins how it was done. They'd never seen a live naked woman and it felt unbelievable as they touched me. They were exploring me," Kamal said. She stood up and placed her cereal in the fridge. She sat back down and asked, "Do you want to hear more?"

"I must hear everything," I replied. "Did you fuck the teenage cousins?"

"Not that first day with them," she answered. "After they felt me up, Rajiv told them to take off their pants. He asked them if they would like to have their penises put into my mouth. He assured them that it would feel very nice. Those kids were ready to spurt anytime. Their young cocks were oozing with pre-cum. I got on my knees on that hardwood floor and grabbed the older one's balls in my hand. I licked off his pre-cum. With just two strokes, he practically flooded my mouth. It was all over my chin. There were huge globs on my breasts and lots more on the floor. I got a bunch of paper towels and cleaned up the mess while they watched me. The younger one was so excited with anticipation, his cock was twitching every which way. As I approached his cock and started to feel it in my hands, he just spurted all over the place. Rajiv was laughing and the young boy was so embarrassed that he had ejaculated with just my touching his dick."

"What else did the doctor do to you," I asked. I had a raging hard-on. I dared not stand up. My wife exciting those teenage boys had a certain effect on me.

"Eventually it had become pretty much a routine. He would fuck me once or twice every night. He would watch me take a shower first. He would have a glass of Johnie Walker in his hands and sip on his drink as I soaped myself. Usually I would start the evening by sucking his dick and then before he comes into my mouth, he would plunge his hard dick into my pussy."

"Thanks for being so descriptive," I muttered. I was having serious doubts about my marriage lasting. "You mentioned that the doctor also included other men that you had to perform sexually with." I couldn't use the word 'fuck'.

"Oh... Yes. The doctor invited his three friends every Friday night for 'teen pati'. They would drink their scotch with water, munch on spicy cashews and play cards," Kamal said.

"Were you the prize?" I asked. 'Teen pati' was the Indian version of poker played with three cards instead of five.

"Oh. No. I was the entertainment," my wife replied. "I had to remove all my clothes in front of them. They would whistle, cheer and call me a whore and other unmentionable things. I had to play with them while they played cards. I sat on their laps and grinded my butt into their erections. They put their hands on my tits and their fingers in my pussy. Then when one could not hold any longer, he would take me to the bedroom, put on a condom and fuck me like a whore. The others would continue playing. Then we would return back to the card table. He would resume playing and I would get fingered and groped all over

again."

"How many times were you taken to the bedroom," I asked.

"About eight or nine times and that was just his three buddies. They treated me like a whore. All three of them offered me money in private to have sex with them at other times," she answered.

"Did you accept their offers?" I asked.

"No way. I did what I did for my mother and not for money," Kamal replied. She stood up to open the window behind her. The way her little panties hugged her tight smooth buttocks made me jealous of all those uncouth men who had taken advantage of Kamal.

"Why did you fuck the cousins?" I asked. I finally used the f-word.

"Rajiv came back with his cousins during the last days of my stay. He wanted them to experience this ultimate act that would make them into men. I obliged," my wife said.

"Is that all you want to say?" I asked. A slight breeze brushed my face.

"Yes," she replied.

"You had sex with seven different men and you want my forgiveness and acceptance," I said.

"I am hoping that you can understand the circumstances that made me do this. I didn't go out and do this because I wanted to," Kamal countered.

I spoke loudly. "Let me tell you something. If I was forced into a situation like you were, I would not actively participate or reciprocate in these sex acts. I expected you to resist by not participating. You could have lied down submissively and let them do what they wanted. But golly from what you told me, you actually wanted to fuck around."

"It is not that simple. I had no choice. If I didn't reciprocate, they would have treated me worse and made me do humiliating and hedious things," my wife responded.

I had to ask the question that gnawed at me all morning. "Why are you telling me this? I would have never known."

"Well...Dr.Dinesh is coming to San Diego for a conference," Kamal said.

"So what has that got to do with us."

"He expects to stay with us," Kamal said. She twirled her ring around her finger.

"Have you told him that would not be appropriate?" I asked. I stared at her well manicured nails.

"No, because he is still monitoring my mother and carefully adjusting her medication for her recovery," my wife replied. She glanced away from me.

"So where would we put up the distinguished doctor?" I asked.

"He expects to sleep in our bed with me," she replied.

"You're kidding me right!" I shouted. I thought my veins would pop. "I am sure you happily agreed to this arrangement. Well, I'm sorry but I am not going to allow it."

"He put it plainly that if my mother doesn't receive the proper medication, she would not recover. He expects full cooperation from you and me," my wife replied.

"So while you fornicate, I sleep on the couch outside. Is that the arrangement he planned?" I questioned. Morning had turned in afternoon.

"Not exactly. He expects you to be in the bedroom and watch," replied my wife.

I had expected the distinguished Dr. Dinesh to be a tall handsome impeccably dressed man. I couldn't believe that he was actually sitting down on our sofa in the living room of our third floor apartment and I was playing the good host. Dr. Dinesh was balding, overweight, sloppily dressed and he had his arms around my lovely sexy wife, Kamal.

I judged men by their socks. If someone's socks covered feet began to emanate an unmentionable odor, he definitely got a failing grade. If they had holes, the pair did not match and the elastic that held it over the ankles were worn out, the score didn't improve. Dr. Dinesh failed miserably in my test. How did Kamal stand to be near this man.

"Kamal is a very sexual woman. You are a lucky man," the doctor said. He munched on a tortilla chip.

I mumbled, "Thank you." It was not the answer I wanted to give. I went to the kitchen to fix myself a drink.

"Such a nice beautiful body your wife has. I really missed it. The way she was so proud of it and always willing to please," Dr. Dinesh said as I walked back into the living room. "Isn't that true, Kamal?" His hand was massaging her breast right in front of my eyes.

"I did my best to please you," my wife replied.

The doctor had arrived just half an hour ago and he was wasting no time. Kamal seemed to have snuggled closer. She wore a knit top with spaghetti straps sans bra and the doctor took advantage of this. His hand easily slipped inside and his fingers were actually touching and fondling my wife's nipples. My wife looked straight at me as she enjoyed the sensation.

This was all happening too fast. "Dr. Dinesh, would you like to take a shower to freshen up from your long trip?" I asked hoping that he would remove his hand from her tits. I wanted to prolong the inevitable.

Still groping my wife's tits, he said, "That's a wonderful idea, Anoop." To my wife, he said, "Kamal, we shall bathe together like old times."

My wife never mentioned sharing the shower with the doctor while in India. I tried to have eye contact with Kamal but she looked the other way.

"Forgive my manners," the doctor said to Kamal. "Please ask your husband to come

and watch us."

I stood frozen. Never before have I felt such a loss of control. I wanted my wife to resist this man. I wanted to know that she was still for me.

He nudged her to say something. "Anoop, would you please watch me bathe Dr. Dinesh?" she said. She didn't seem to say it reluctantly.

I glared into Kamal's face. She knew that was all I could do. I mumbled, "OK." I felt powerless. This was going to be a very long week.

Like in most apartments, our bathroom was cozy. With another stiff drink in my hands, I put the lid down and sat on the pot.

My wife was giggling in our bedroom. She and the doctor were there together removing their clothes. I kept gulping down my drink. My wife entered first followed by the doctor right behind her. His semi-erect pecker gently poking her young well-formed buttocks as they walked in. As she turned on the shower adjusting the temperature, he groped my wife's smaller than average but perky breasts. She submitted totally to his fondling and even turned slightly so that he could access them better. To my surprise, my wife turned her head up and let out a moan.

"Women are more sensitive to another man's touch than that of their own husband's. No matter how much they deny, they prefer to have a variety of men," the doctor said. His cock had grown bigger. It was as long as mine but definitely broader in girth.

My wife had an awesome body but being naked in front of this doctor, she looked enticing. Her flat tummy smoothing its way to the triangular patch was a sight that would bring lust even in the holiest of men.

"Would you like the usual?" Kamal asked the doctor. She did not pay any attention to me.

"Definitely," he spoke with a strong accent pivoting his head from side to side, an affirmative gesture in South Asia. He carefully sat down on the side of the tub and opened his legs. As my wife turned off the shower, I studied the doctor's penis, its veins and its ridges. It looked menacingly at me. That piece of meat had been in my wife's pussy at least fifty times from her accounts. It had shown its ugly head again, literally.

"Doctor, sahib. I really love your dick," Kamal said. She was on her knees, her face inches away from his purplish organ. She held it with familiarity, stroking the underside of the organ with the web between her forefinger and thumb. The other hand cradled his balls while her fingers like tentacles pleasured the skin surrounding the sac including occasional forays into his anal orifice.

"Stop," I said. It came out as a squeeky croak. "Stop it, for God's sake."

The doctor, sitting naked on my tub, laughed. "My dear Anoop. Your wife is doing this with her own free will. There is nothing to stop," he said.

My voice hadn't recovered. "That's a lie," I said. My palms were clammy.

Kamal was still facing the doctor's erect penis. It seemed she wanted to get back to her task, waiting for the interuption to pass.

"I gather Kamal hadn't told you certain things. She thought you wouldn't be able to handle it," the doctor said. "When your mother in law was released from the hospital, I told Kamal that she had completed her obligation. I told her that she could go back to her mother and to her husband waiting in America. But as you know, your wife had stayed about a month after her mother returned back home from the hospital. In that month, she came back everynight to me,to submit her body."

"Kamal, what is the doctor saying?" I asked.

"She was eager even to go back to my buddies on Friday nights. She was treated like a whore and loved it," the doctor spoke.

"That's not true," I mumbled half-heartedly. I felt dizzy.

Glad that the interuption was over, Kamal gingerly licked up the oozing precum from the tip of his rod. She held the base of his cock with her hand and began sucking on his rod with enthusiasm that I had not seen from her. My wife never enjoyed sucking my cock and did it half-heartedly only upon my persistent requests.

"Enough," the doctor said pushing my wife's head from his pecker. My wife got off her knees, bent forward with her hands against the tiled wall for support. Her perfect ass was waiting for his well lubricated dick.

Well my wife did mention that the doctor would never let her finish the blowjob.

He always wanted to cum inside her pussy. At least that was the truth. Seeing his semen on her lips and chin was a sight I was not prepared for.

"Um," my wife mouthed as I watched for the first time another man penetrate his dick into my wife's pussy. I was frozen. Kamal was enjoying this too much. He was slipping his wide body jet with authority, grinding it deep into her hidden flesh feeling its enveloping warmth that was once only for me.

Still I hoped that this was a dream. I was not willing to register what my eyes witnessed and my ears heard: the grunting from the doctor, the succulent moans from my wife, his balls slapping my wife's flesh as he thrusted himself in and her willful participation.

Like a jackhammer, the doctor pounded my wife. I poured the rest of my drink down my throat, anxiously waiting for the elusive numbness. I was determined to survive these next days and to get the doctor ten thousand miles away from my life.

I believed that my wife's moaning was an act to please the doctor, to show him that he was a good lover. Even that hope was shattered as I realized my wife's body tensed and twisted in a fashion that I had only seen a handful of times in my two years of marriage. My wife had a hard time climaxing and here she was going to do just that in front of my eyes.

"Oh, fuck me. Don't stop," my wife said between her moans. She had never talked dirty to me. Her breasts jiggled deliciously as the pounding from the doctor continued without abatement.

Being bent over with her legs slightly apart, her body rippled with convulsions at the moment of truth. I had never felt so inadequate in my life before. The doctor kept pounding away.

I wanted to ask the doctor when will he deposit his seed into my very willing wife. But I kept quiet and waited for this event to take place. I was tired sitting on the pot watching my wife being taken by another man that I was actually glad when Dr. Dinesh finally ejaculated. My wife stayed bent over just to humiliate me further with the sight of his spunk oozing out around her labia.

"Anoop, your wife wants to show you how much she has enjoyed herself," Dr. Dinesh said with a laugh. His penis still erect glistened with Kamal's juices.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded to the doctor. My wife had turned on the shower again.

"You are taking this personally, my friend. Kamal was like a flower waiting to bloom. But she never knew what energy was being imprisoned deep within her soul. You didn't have the key and you were keeping her like a caged animal because you didn't know any better," the doctor said.

"We don't need you to save us, especially if it means making my wife into a slut," I countered. Kamal was in the shower and was beckoning the doctor to come in.

"I am saving her and she wants to be saved," the doctor said as he joined my wife in the shower.

The intimacy displayed in the shower sickened me, my wife's young flawless body caressing the middle-aged body of the doctor. She was washing him with a tenderness she definitely lacked for me. I felt I was a nobody.

"Why are you staying in this marriage?" I asked Kamal later that evening. She wore her sexiest and shortest black satin robe and nothing else. The doctor and I were sitting on the sofa while Kamal prepared us some hot Indian tea.

"Because I love you and you are my dear husband," she replied. Her face looked radiant. It seemed that the good hard fucking from the doctor made her more beautiful.

"Your words and your actions are worlds apart," I said as she handed me the tea. With every step she took, her well trimmed triangular patch was exposed.

"You really are an engineer. You see everything as either black or white," Dr. Dinesh said. He was relaxed and in high spirits.

"Do you expect me to stick around in this marriage?" I questioned my wife. She sat down. The thin fabric did not hide her hardened nipples.

"I wish you would. I love you dearly," she replied.

"Then why are you being a slut?" I asked.

"Because you don't know what a woman wants," Dr. Dinesh answered for my wife.

"Kamal, answer me. Why have you become a slut?" I asked again.

"She had found something that she was missing. I don't think she can explain it to you," Dr. Dinesh interjected again.

"Bullshit," I replied.

It was definitely cramp on our queen size bed. Kamal dispensed her little piece of lingerie that she was wearing and squeezed herself between the doctor and myself. I was ignored as her naked body gave its full attention to the equally naked doctor. Jolts of jealousy ran through me whenever her smooth body brushed against mine.

"I want to be on top," Kamal whispered between tender kisses. I wanted to turn away, but I didn't. I watched as she straddled him. She moved up and down riding his strong cock. With every stride, she swayed rhythemically, tossing her hair. The sight would have been very erotic, if it wasn't my wife acting like a pure slut.

"Kamal's breasts are a joy to fondle," Dr. Dinesh said as he was enjoying my wife's eager moves. His hands were playing with her mammary glands.

I finally turned away and buried my head under my pillow. I tried to sleep and I may have dozed off a couple of times throughout the night. I counted without enthusiasm three sessions of lovemaking. Surprisingly my wife had an orgasm on all the sessions.

As I left for work, groggy from lack of sleep, I glanced one more time at my sleeping naked wife, cuddling the middle-aged body of the doctor.

"Good morning," Dr Dinesh said as I walked out of my bedroom.

The next few days were crucial days in the completion of my employer's multi-million dollar project. I could only get home around 9:00 p.m. I made several calls home to my wife but she would not divulge much about anything. When I did come home, I was certain they had started their activities before I arrived which proceeded well into the night on our queen sized bed.

Spells of depression overwhelmed me everyday. The only thing that held me together was the fact that the doctor was leaving in three more days. Other than that, the fact that my wife was able to reach an orgasm every time she was fucked by the doctor troubled me.

On Friday night, I arrived home earlier. As I turned the key on my apartment door, I heard the animated conversations among men. My stomach turned. As I entered, I immediately noticed Anil Sharma sitting with Dr. Dinesh. The other man, I didn't recognize but I immediately categorized as someone without the best intentions for me.

"Anoop, my friend," Anil said. "I didn't know you were acquainted with Dr. Dinesh. Did you know that we go a long way back?" His grin was evil.

"I am not surprised," I responded. I was relieved to see Kamal had her clothes on, preparing snacks and drinks in the kitchen. She didn't wear her bra though and the shape of her breasts with the protrusion of her nipples was clearly evident for all to see.

"This is Mr. Gopalji," Dr. Dinesh introduced me to the other man. "He runs a very successful mail order business right here in San Diego."

I shook his hand and sat down on the table with the three men figuring out their intentions. Anil Sharma, I knew was no good. His acclaim to noteriety was well

known among our small circle of Indians living in San Diego. After all the abuse

she took, no one understood why Anil's wife had stayed so long before leaving

her husband.

"Please join us for 'teen pati'," Anil said. His sinister moustache wiggled as he spoke. Anil produced a pack of cards as Kamal placed three glasses of scotch whiskey with water.

"Dr. Dinesh, would you mind having this game at Mr. Anil's residence or Mr. Gopalji's residence?" I asked. I didn't want Anil Sharma to know the activities that has happened in this apartment these last five days.

"Kamal invited my friends here and it would be impolite to have them leave," Dr. Dinesh said. He was shuffling the cards.

"Well, alright," I said. I had no idea why I was not putting a fight. Kamal had probably twenty orgasms in the last five days and in my two years of marriage, I could only remember giving her that pleasure four times.

"Come, join us," Dr. Dinesh said as he dealt me three cards. I had a drink poured out for me and I gulped it down.

"Come sit here," Gopalji commanded my wife. His hands were patting his thighs.

Anil Sharma was studying my face for any reaction as Kamal sat down on the middle-aged gentleman's thighs. He seemed amused that I had become nothing more than a cuckold.

"You're a good man, Anoop," Anil said. He won the first hand.

Gopalji place his hand between my wife's legs right at her crotch. Kamal didn't attempt to remove his hand and sat on his lap rhythmically swaying her buttock over his stiffening rod. I hoped her black polyester boot-cut pants will remain on her throughout the evening, but I wasn't counting on it.

"That feels good," Kamal moaned as Gopalji's hands were inside her sheer top feeling her little titties.

"Her breasts are very bouncy, nice to hold and grab," Dr. Dinesh commented.

It didn't matter that I won the next two hands. Probably I was the only one concentrating on the game. My face had become contorted into a scowl, a look of humiliation and helplessness.

My wife looked vibrant. She tingled with electricity, an excitement that stirred somewhere deep within her legs. She peeled off her pants and her thong and practically jumped on Anil Sharma. Her pussy and her tight butt has now been exposed to these men and news of what was going to take place would definitely spread far and wide. I knew I will be the laughing stock of our tight knit society in San Diego.

Dr. Dinesh and Gopalji helped remove my wife's top for Anil's benefit. "Wonderful," he said before mouthing a good portion of her breast. His hands roamed up and down her smooth back. She, meanwhile, grinded herself, like a professional lapdancer.

I was a coward. I allowed my wife to become a slut. I wanted to hide as these men casually and without fear began enjoying my wife's body.

"I cannot wait," Kamal said as she proudly walked without a single stitch of clothing into our bedroom with Anil Sharma in tow.

I gulped down my second glass of the potent liquor and played another round of 'teen pati' with the doctor and Mr. Gopalji. In the meantime, my wife was allowing Mr. Sharma to fuck her on our bed and in our bedroom. My wife was moaning loudly so that we could all hear as we sat on the table. Dr. Dinesh had a big smile on his face.

"Anil is very clever in sex. He can get women to have big orgasms. I just don't

know how he does it," Dr. Dinesh said. He folded his cards and grabbed a handful

of potato chips.

"I know. There is this oriental lady that is always waiting for Anil outside his home wanting to get fucked. He is always telling her to get lost," Gopalji said.

"I would imagine that Kamal would keep going back to Anil," Dr. Dinesh said. He

flipped a winning hand on the table.

Great! I was losing in the card game, knowing my wife was having sex with a notorious man and worst of all, she was moaning louder than she did even with Dr. Dinesh. My world was quickly swallowing me up. I hoped Gopalji was terrible in sex. I couldn't take anymore humiliation today.

"Why don't you go, see and learn something," Dr. Dinesh suggested.

Like a defeated man, I stood up and proceeded to my bedroom hoping that the door was locked. Part of me wanted to see but the rest of me would probably be unable to handle it. The knob turned and I saw my wife on the bed in the midst of passion. Anil was penetrating his monster deep into my wife. She had her calves over his shoulder and her pussy raised for maximum penetration. I stood outside the open door watching my wife stripping every last ounce of dignity left in me.

There was no acknowledgement of my presence. I was just an outsider to them. My

head was spinning and I closed the door softly. Back at the table, I picked up my cards.

For no better word, it was a 'shriek' that emanated from Kamal's attractive

mouth. The hairs in my body all stood on ends. We all knew that she experienced

the ultimate sensation magnified ten-fold. Worse than that, I expected my neighbors to rush in any moment, wondering what unholy act just took place.

Anil emerged like a triumphant gladiator wrapped in my terry cloth robe. The smirk on his face was an ugly sight to see. "She will take some time to recover," he said.

"Well, I hope she does," Gopalji said. I couldn't figure out whether that was a wise-crack or his selfish concern. The cards were being dealt again.

Kamal emerged in a daze. Her hair was tousled and she walked passed us straight to the sofa. She had nothing on. When she sat, her legs were apart. Spunk like molten lava was creeping its way to the upholstery. The men ignored her but I kept glancing her way.

The men were immersed in the card game. The bets were getting higher. My winnings were getting sporadic. I didn't notice Kamal was sitting on Gopalji. Her arms were around his neck. The game went on.

"Let's fuck now," Kamal was whispering.

Gopalji was on a streak. He ignored my wife's sweet requests until he got a couple of losing hands. Then they left together to the bedroom.

"Do you want me to come over or would you rather have Kamal come to my home?"

Anil asked. He was shuffling the deck of cards.

"What are you talking about?" I said. My voice sounded squeeky.

"Kamal will need me and I don't want to make things difficult for her," he replied.

I folded. I got the worst cards possible, a two, a three and a five of different colors. My wife's moans weren't as loud as half an hour ago. She was enjoying another man's penis shovings its way into her insides right now and I realized that whatever I said would have made no difference.

"Kamal will come back to her senses," I said.

"She has come to her senses," the doctor said.

There may have been words to say or actions to take. As long as my wife wanted these men, I was powerless. I didn't even have enough dignity to leave my wife.

So I played on while my wife was alternated by Anil Sharma and Gopalji. In the end each of them had taken her three times and they left satisfied with promises of further sessions.

"Let's take a shower," my wife said to Dr. Dinesh.

I ended up doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen area. They went straight to our bed after drying themselves off. When I finished getting the apartment in order, I went to lie down next to my wife with the doctor on top of her, sliding his prick into her. Soon I managed to fall asleep.

The doctor finally left on Sunday. I didn't know what to say or do with her anymore. Kamal wore a little short skirt that beautifully accentuated her thighs. I used to love when other men became jealous of my having such a beautiful wife but now I felt it was a curse. It was strange now to be alone with her in the apartment. We ate dinner in silence. I did the dishes.

Kamal broke the silence. She had a handbag strapped to her shoulders and the car keys in her hands. "I'm going to Anil's house. Don't wait for me," she said.

Friend's Father

My parents were very strict, and even though I had just celebrated my
18th birthday they still insisted on me being home, where they
considered me safe and sound, before 8 o'clock in the evening, and I
took a lot of teasing from my girlfriends about that. It often seemed
to me that they had complete freedom and could be out until all hours
of the night, but I guess that was an illusion born out of my own
frustrations at being house bound so often.

I'm sure they had restrictions too, they just didn't seem as harsh as
mine. So, it was with very little expectation of success that I asked
mom and dad if I could spend the weekend at my friend Archana's
house, even though I produced a letter from her dad saying that it
was ok and that I would be well supervised and he would appreciate it
greatly as Archana really needed a friend at this time - her mother
had passed on suddenly about 9 months ago, and she was still very
upset.

Imagine my surprise, therefore, when after a long consultation in the
kitchen, they came out and said I could go, as long as I promised to
abide by the same rules there as I had here in relation to not being
out late, and that I did whatever Archana's father told me to do - my
parents were very big on obedience and responsibility! Well, I
couldn't wait to ring Archana and tell her the amazing news, and she
was every bit as shocked as me, and laughingly asked me if I was
drunk.

Actually I felt that way a bit, intoxicated with this new freedom,
but I held it in check around mom and dad, as I didn't want them to
see how excited I was. The weekend couldn't arrive quick enough for
me, and time seemed to hang like never before, but finally it arrived
and mom carefully packed some clothes in a bag for me and somewhat
reluctantly walked me over to Archana's house, a couple of blocks
away. I almost giggled as it seemed so much like my first day at
School all over again with an almost tearful mom walking me there and
telling me if I needed anything to ring, and not to do this and not
to do that.

But eventually the door of Archana's house opened and there stood her
dad, a tall man with a grin a mile wide on his face and the most
amazing twinkling eyes, I swear my mom was almost simpering as she
handed over my bag to him and thanked him for his invitation and for
looking after me, and if there was anything..... at that point he
grasped her hand and kissed it, thanking her for allowing me to come
and he told mom how pleased Archana was going to be and how he could
see from meeting her that he would have absolutely no problems with
me, as clearly mom was a class lady. Well, she was like butter in his
hands after that, and as I watched her walk away, I could have sworn
there was an extra lightness to her step, an extra swish to her hips,
gosh, if I didn't know better I'd swear she flirting a little as she
looked back over her shoulders and waved to the both of us standing
on the steps.

I heard Archana's dad chuckle, "Ok, let's get inside before Archana
bursts" he said, and as I turned around I saw his eyes slowly sweep
up and down my body, and I felt my face flush, "Archana's really been
looking forward to this weekend, and so have I" he added, and once
again his eyes seemed to drink me in completely.

As I walked ahead of him into the house, I could feel his eyes on me
and it felt strange, but at the same time nice, maybe I even wiggled
my hips a bit too, just to tease him a little. I'd only met him a
couple of times before at School functions and had always been struck
by how handsome and sophisticated he seemed, now being so close to
him and almost alone, his presence was almost overwhelming and I felt
my heart begin to beat a little faster. Then I was in the lounge and
Archana was hugging me and we were squealing excitedly, and
chattering a million miles an hour, and I saw him smile softly and
move away, carrying my case with him. "Oh, we've moved the spare bed
into Archana's room" he said, "So you don't feel uncomfortable in a
strange house, you don't mind sleeping there do you?"

"Oh, no, that will be lovely" I spluttered, trying to tug Archana's
hands from around my neck and smile at him at the same time. Then he
was gone, and I was able to focus on Archana, and we literally fell
on the couch and hugged some more, then sat back and talked and
talked as if we hadn't seen each other in years - although it was
only a matter of hours that we'd been in School together. It just
seemed so different somehow, being here, being together in a social
setting instead of a School setting, and then I was checking out her
CD collection, and asking for this and that to be played. Gosh she
seemed to be able to play whatever she wanted as loud as she wanted,
so different to me at home, and I found myself relaxing totally.

Her dad, who's name was Ganeshan, moved in and out of the room a few
times as he was preparing supper in the kitchen, and each time I felt
his eyes on me and felt myself glow, but I tried not to look in his
direction in case Archana noticed. Then he called us in to supper and
I was surprised by the array of food, all of which Archana told me
proudly, her dad had cooked. It looked delicious and it tasted
delicious and I think I may even have made a bit of a pig of myself,
but it didn't seem to matter, there was a lot of laughter and witty
repartee flying around and I watched in awe the incredible
interaction that Archana had with her dad, so totally different to me
and my dad who tended to be a little on the somber side and certainly
didn't believe in frivolity around the dinner table, they were like
friends more than close relations.

It wasn't long before my own inhibitions flew out of the window and I
joined in the laughter and the jokes, even when they were at my
expense like when Ganeshan suddenly stopped and looked at his watch
then looked at me and frowned and said in mock seriousness "Well past
your bed time young lady!". We all fell around laughing. It was such
a fantastic meal, and it carried on in the same light vein afterwards
when we all went into the lounge and sat around playing records.

I was still stunned when Ganeshan actually got up and danced with us,
even though Archana was giving him heaps for his lack of rhythm, and
I couldn't believe my ears when he responded by telling her you
didn't need rhythm for this modern dancing, just a tight butt, and he
turned and wiggled it at her. Archana just dissolved into laughter,
and pointed out that he didn't even have that! Which I thought was a
little unkind, in fact, I thought he had a gorgeous butt, and even as
I thought that I felt the color flood into my cheeks, and get even
worse when I saw him grinning at me.

I meant to turn away straight away, but then I would have had to face
Archana and I knew my face was flaming, so I had to dance facing
Ganeshan, and I saw his eyes drop down to my thrusting breasts and
stay there, and the heat really exploded through me and I realized
that I was suddenly very conscious of him as a man and of me as a
woman. Worse still, I found myself thrusting my breasts out even
further as if inviting his eyes, and he knew what I was doing and
grinned even wider, letting his eyes roam slowly up and down my body,
before Archana swung around me and deliberately bumped into him
saying "Daddy, you are awful, you're deliberately making Samantha
feel uncomfortable by staring at her"

"Who me?" he said, his face taking on a totally innocent look, "I
wasn't staring, I was just mesmerized by her incredible beauty, and
couldn't move my eyes" he said. His facial expression and the way he
said it sent us both into gusts of laughter and we fell on the floor
clutching our sides, but underneath I was secretly delighted, he
actually thought I was beautiful! The laughter served to cover the
heat that was flowing through me, and by the time we'd stopped
laughing Ganeshan had pretended to be offended and pranced out like a
sulky boy, sending us into fresh laughter.

The rest of the evening Ganeshan stayed out of sight, playing with
his computer so Archana said, and we chatted and laughed and
generally had a great time, until Ganeshan appeared at the door and
pointed at his watch, "Definitely time for bed now" he said, "Or your
parents will have my hide"

Even as he spoke, the telephone rang and he picked up the
receiver, "Hello, Ganeshan here" he said, "Oh, Mrs. Reed, yes
everything's fine, Samantha has been no trouble at all. Yes, they
went off to bed about an hour ago, I thought I'd let their first
evening together go a bit longer that normal, was that ok? Ah good,
no, don't worry, I wont tell her you called, I know how sensitive
children can be if they feel they're being checked on. Goodnight,
thank you for calling"

How Archana and I managed to contain our laughter when he was
speaking on the phone I'll never know, but when he put the phone down
we just whooped with laughter, "Daddy" Archana said, tears rolling
down her face, "Didn't you always tell me I shouldn't tell lies?"

"Lies?" he said questioningly, "I didn't tell any lies, my watch
stopped so it still says an hour ago, so if you get off to bed before
I rewind it I'll be saved from purgatory!!" and made a shooing motion
towards the bedroom. Archana, still laughing, rushed over and threw
her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth - much to
my amazement - and then rushed from the room. I hesitated a moment,
not quite sure what I should do, then I walked up and put my hands on
his shoulders and lifted my face sideways for a peck on the cheek. He
chuckled, "You don't think you're going to escape that easily do
you?" he said softly and tilted my face straight and kissed me flush
on the lips. Not a fleeting kiss, but a long, firm kiss, and he even
slipped his arms around me and pressed me close. I was shocked, and
excited all at the same time, and didn't know how to react, then he
pulled back and looked me right in the eye, "I really meant it
earlier, you are incredibly beautiful!" and he brushed his lips
across my forehead. Then he pulled away and walked into the kitchen
without a backward glance.

For a moment my legs refused to operate, I just stood there shaking
slightly, feeling the heat coursing through me and feeling incredibly
turned on. Then Archana's voice exploded down the hall, "Hey, come on
Samantha, what are you too up to in there?"

I flushed once more and dashed down the corridor to the bedroom, "I'm
sorry, I needed a drink of water" I stammered, and she just sat on
her bed and grinned at me. Then I turned my back and slipped out of
my clothes - feeling very self conscious, as I'd never shared with
anyone before - and slipped into my silk pajamas and into my bed.
Archana switched the light off, but we didn't go to sleep straight
away, we chatted and giggled like girl friends invariably do when
they get together, comparing our views on all the boys at school. She
did ask what I thought of Ganeshan at one point, but I pretended not
to hear and changed the subject quickly, I still wasn't sure about my
reaction to him, it was something more powerful than I'd ever
experienced before. I fell asleep with that thought on my mind.

I don't know how long I was asleep, or what it was that woke me up,
but suddenly I found myself lying in my bed wide awake, listening to
the unfamiliar sounds of a strange house, the squeaks and groans as
the wind outside the window bent the branches of the tree, and I
shivered slightly. I looked across at Archana in the dim light
filtering in from the moon outside and saw that she was apparently
fast asleep, and for a long moment I stared at the ceiling, my mind
going over the events of the day. Then I realized that I needed to go
to the toilet, so I slipped from my bed, crept across the thickly
carpeted floor and eased the door open. The corridor itself was quite
dark, but there was a faint light at the end as if a small light had
been left on in the lounge room. I crept down to the bathroom and did
what I needed to do, making sure that I flushed the toilet completely
before opening the door so that the sound didn't carry throughout the
house. Then I stepped outside and decided that I needed a drink of
something, so walked down to the lounge, which was lit by a small
table lamp, and through to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

Out of the semi gloom a soft voice spoke, "Anything I can get for
you?" and I nearly died of fright, jumping back with a startled yelp
and turning around, to find Ganeshan standing in the doorway to the
lounge grinning at me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he
said, "I heard a noise and came to investigate"

I flushed and stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake anyone up
I just had to..."

He grinned, "I know, it can get you like that sometimes, usually when
it's freezing cold and the bed's all warm and you don't want to
venture out"

His grin was infectious and I was soon grinning back at him. Then I
saw his eyes drop, and I realized that my silk pajamas weren't doing
a very good job of covering me up. I automatically lifted my hands
and pulled my top more closely together, but could do nothing to hide
the thrust of my hard nipples against the material. Then his eyes
were back on mine and there was a warmth in them that hadn't been
there before. "You can grab a drink and head back to bed if you like,
but now I'm up I think I'll have a drink and watch TV for a while" he
said and moved across and got a drink from the fridge, and walked
into the lounge and switched on the TV real low.

I stood there a moment in total uncertainty, then grabbed my drink
and followed him in, and stammered, "Well, I seem to be wide awake
too and if I go back to bed now I know I'll never get back to sleep"

He smiled and beckoned, and his eyes guided me to sit beside him on
the couch, "Well, we can't let you get cold, can we" he said, and to
my surprise slipped his arm around me and pulled me close. For a
moment I froze, then seemed to melt into his embrace, cuddling up to
him, mmmmm, I can't remember the last time I cuddled up to my dad
like this, Archana was just so lucky. I sipped my drink and set my
eyes on the TV screen, but I wasn't really conscious of what was
going on there, I was just so aware of Ganeshan's closeness, the heat
of his body, his breathing, and I felt myself snuggling in even
closer.

Then he leaned over me and placed his glass on the side table and
took my empty glass and placed it there too, and his face was close
to mine, and he was staring into my eyes. One of his arms was around
my shoulder, the other was free, and it was that free hand that
lifted my face up, and for a moment held it poised, then he leaned
down ever so slightly and brushed his lips over mine. It was almost a
feather touch, but it electrified me! And I think I gasped out loud,
because he quickly pulled back and looked at me. I thought he was
going to apologize, tell me he hadn't meant to do that, beg my
forgiveness, but he did none of that, he just looked me deep in the
eyes and smiled. "Mmmm" he whispered, "You taste as beautiful as you
look"

A shudder ran through me, fighting with the fire that had been racing
through me since the moment his lips touched mine, and I was unable
to speak. Part of my mind was screaming out stop, but the word wasn't
making it to my lips. The other part was saying kiss me again, but
that too failed to make it to my lips. But I guess that latter
message must have made it to my eyes, because after a moment's
hesitation he leaned forward and kissed me again, this time more
deeply and more passionately, and my lips responded, perhaps a little
reluctantly at first, but then with a passion I didn't know I
possessed.

The kiss seemed to go on forever without either of us taking a
breath, and when we pulled apart we were both almost panting. Then he
lifted his hand, and to my astonishment, cupped my young breasts
though my silken pajama's, folding his hand around one, then the
other and just rubbing them lightly, and immediately my nipples
soared into life, thrusting up into his palms with an eagerness that
amazed me, and he took them between his thumb and finger and rolled
them around, making me gasp loudly. All the time he seemed to be
staring into my eyes as if assessing my reactions, looking for some
sign that he should stop, but the sign never came, my body was on
fire, welcoming his caresses. My tongue was licking across my lips as
I gazed back at him, and from time to time dropped my eyes to stare
at his hands caressing my breasts, and it was as I was looking down
that his hands moved from my breasts and slowly began to unbutton my
pajama tops.

Once again part of my mind was screaming stop and part was screaming
go on, and I was left floundering in the middle, a spectator almost,
as he moved my pajama tops aside and slid them from my shoulders,
releasing my naked breasts with their stiffly swollen nipples to his
gaze for the first time, and he sucked in his breath sharply, "My
god, you have absolutely beautiful breasts" he whispered hotly, and I
felt them swell and stiffen even more from his tone of adoration.
Then he was leaning down and brushing his lips over them, his tongue
trailing a pattern around my nipples before sucking them in to his
hot mouth. Everything slowly and infinitely gently, and a shiver and
a shudder ran through my body.

Now was the time to say stop, he'd already gone further than any boy
or man before, in fact no one had ever seen me and touched me like
this, but I found myself loving it, loving his hot looks and his
delicate touches, and instead of reaching up and pushing his head
away, I reached up and pressed him even more firmly into my breasts,
arching them up into his face and whimpering softly, "Oh yes, yes
Please" grief, was this really me?

The feelings his lips and tongue were invoking in me were totally
amazing, my whole body felt like liquid fire, and my breasts, god my
breasts were just about exploding as he teased and licked and sucked
on my nipples. So focussed was I on the pleasures that he was
bringing to my breasts, that I didn't even noticed when he lifted my
body slightly and slipped my pajama bottoms off, didn't notice until
I felt the gentle touch of his fingers stroking across my pussy.

Well, my body took off like a volcano, and I cried out loudly, then
smothered my mouth as I realized that I might wake up Archana. Even
before that initial reaction had played itself out I was assailed by
an even more wondrous feeling as his fingers slipped inside me and
caressed my throbbing clit, "Oh God!" I cried through my hand
covering my mouth and my body lurched and shuddered yet again, and my
arching body caused his fingers to slide even deeper, "Oh Ganeshan,
Ganeshan, Please" I whimpered.

He pulled back ever so slightly, "Do you want me to stop?" he asked
quietly, but even as he waited for my reply his fingers were busy
stroking my pussy and my clit, driving my body to new, uncharted
waters of feelings, and I embraced them and I wanted them. My answer
was to reach down and cover his hand with mine, pressing his finger
even further into my pussy, and his response was to plunge his lips
down over mine and kiss me passionately as his fingers worked and
worked my squirming pussy.

Then his lips were gone from mine, trailing down over my body, over
my super sensitive breasts and over my stomach, until his lips
finally brushed over my pussy lips, replacing his fingers, and a new
electric current ran through me, causing me to spasm and spasm and
spasm. This was totally crazy, I knew I was cumming, after all I
wasn't completely innocent, I'd played with my own pussy a few times,
so I knew what an orgasm felt like, but this was totally different,
infinitely more powerful, and from just the brush of his lips? crazy.
If he noticed - which I'm sure he did - he gave no hint of it, he
kept his lips moving over my pussy and his tongue slid inside and
started to roll around my throbbing clit, and I went over the top
once again.
I don't know how long he played with my pussy and my clit, or even
how many times I came, I was just floating in a constant state of
sexual bliss like I didn't even know existed. But then he withdrew
his lips and his tongue and I felt lost, and my eyes flew open, a
groan of disappointment forcing its way passed my swollen lips. Then
I sucked in my breath as he moved to slide down his own pajamas to
reveal his enormous erection, kicking them away from him and pealing
off the top too, but I hardly noticed that, I was staring wide eyed
at the first real man's erect cock I had ever seen. It looked HUGE in
the flickering light from the TV, LONG and THICK, although I guess it
would have been about seven inches in length, it's tip already
glistening with some kind of liquid, and I shuddered.

He reached up and stroked his own hands the length of his cock and I
saw the shudder run through him, "Samantha" he whispered hotly, "Will
you? Can I?"

I was shocked by his sudden timidity and uncertainty, by the almost
anguished look in his face, then I sat up slowly and reach forward
and took his hand off his cock and replaced it with mine, stroking
him as lightly and slowly as he had stroked me, and it seemed to have
the same effect on him as it did on me as a gigantic shudder wracked
his body and his knees dipped, almost throwing him to the floor.

I didn't have a clue what I was supposed to do, I just went with my
primeval instincts as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the
head of his cock, my hands automatically dropping down to cup and
fondle his big heavy balls, and I heard him groan through the shudder
that hit him again. Damn, I was beginning to like this, the power I
held over him at that moment, and I released his cock head from my
mouth and ran my lips and tongue the length of his massive staff.
Then I pulled back and looked up at him and grinned, there was an
expression on his face that was halfway between ecstasy and agony,
and I wasn't sure if it was because of what I was doing or the fact
that I'd stopped. "Am I pleasing you Ganeshan?" I asked.

"Oh god, yes" he groaned, "But......"

"But what?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't think......." He stammered.

I smiled up at him and stroked his throbbing cock once again, "I
think I know" I said, "And I want it too, but......it will be my
first time, you'll need to be gentle"

My words seemed to explode through his body, and he stood there
shaking and shuddering, indecision, fear and lust crowding through
his face all at the same time. Then with a deep groan that seemed to
start at his toes and run right up his body before emerging from his
mouth, he leaned down and pressed me back onto the couch and adjusted
my body so I was lying down, and he slipped into position between my
widely spread legs, his massive cock brushing lightly across my pussy
lips and my light dusting of pubic hair. A sudden thrill passed
through me as I realized I was going to do it, at last I was going to
know a man in the truest sense of the word, then I closed my eyes and
prayed that he'd be gentle.

And he was, infinitely gentle as he fed his big cock slowly into my
pussy inch by inch, stopping frequently to let me adjust to his size.
I think he was a little surprised that he didn't encounter my hymen,
but I'd accidentally broken that when I was experimenting with a
vibrator - I remember how it scared me when I saw all the blood - but
this time there was none, and I think he may even have been relieved
as his cock found no impediment and he fed it into me deeper and
deeper. God I never thought it would end, he was so big and thick,
and when I finally felt his balls banging against my ass cheeks, my
legs were almost in the splits position. Then he stopped and held
himself there for what seemed an age, and my pussy walls clamped
around him, and began to milk him, causing him to groan again.

Then he began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed
and power, thrusting his big cock deep and hard, faster and faster,
and I was bouncing around on the couch, crying out encouragement, God
I was loving it, loving being fucked for the first time in my life,
it was everything I'd ever dreamed of and more. The sensation of the
whole length of his massive cock feeding between the lips of my pussy
and brushing over my incredibly sensitive clit was almost
overwhelming. I bucked to the rhythm of his thrusts as if engaged in
a mad, crazy dance. I lifted up eagerly to receive his cock as it
plunged downwards with ever increasing force and ferocity. I cried
out words I never thought would pass my lips, "Oh, yes, Ganeshan,
fuck me, fill me with your heavenly cock, fuck my pussy hard, I want
you, I want every part of you, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

And my words were like hot barbs, prodding him into almost frenetic
action, as he pounded his cock into me over and over again, his lips
and tongue ravishing my shaking, shuddering breasts, nibbling, and at
times even biting my super sensitive nipples, and I started to spiral
totally out of control. I felt his smooth , thrusting rhythm start to
falter, become more ragged as his heavy breath took on a hoarse,
strained pitch, "Oh god, Samantha, I can't hold back, I want to fill
you, I want to empty myself into your amazing pussy, oh god, yes,
yes" And he bucked and heaved and thrust with renewed vigor, and I
felt his cock thicken, and thicken some more, until finally it just
seemed to explode and a jet of hot liquid burst into my pussy,
scalding it to the core, searing the walls of my pussy, "Aaaaaargh,
yes, cumming, damn it I'm cumming, cumming,
cuuuuuuuummmmmmmiiiiiinnnngggg!!" he cried as his cock shot jet after
jet of his hot liquid deep into me.

Suddenly I wasn't in that room any more, I wasn't in that dimension
any more, I was consumed by his liquid fire and transformed. My whole
existence became a rainbow cloud of infinite bliss that I floated on,
that I melted into, that I became. Oh god, it was so unbelievably
good. I hung there for what seemed an eternity, aware on some distant
level of his cock still pounding into me, still spewing into me, his
lips and tongue still licking, lapping and sucking on my breasts, but
it had taken on a dreamlike quality, I was experiencing it in a
totally different, almost surreal way. "Oh, Ganeshan, Ganeshan" I
whispered, "Love me, love me like there was no tomorrow" and he did,
slowing down as the last of his hot liquid spurted into my body, but
not softening at all, and not stopping at all, re-establishing his
rhythmic thrusts and starting the whole process of loving me all over
again, and I shivered with delight, this was certainly going to be
some night.

I looked up into his face and it seemed to glow, I looked deep into
his eyes and they glowed too, and I knew I was seeing a reflection of
the glow that was lighting me up from the very depths of my being.
Mmmmmm, so beautiful, so sensual, sooo very, very special, my first
time. But I knew with total certainty that it wasn't going to be my
last! And my last conscious thought was of his cock, his beautiful,
big, red hot cock still filling me up, starting to swell again for
the next wave of hot lava, and my body opened to welcome it,
Mmmmmmmmmm.