I changed my clothes and put on my gym stuff.
“Where are you going?” she asked when she saw me.
“To the gym. Why don’t you come along and get some exercise?”
She burst out laughing. “And what do you think I was doing almost all of last evening and last night and again this morning? I think that’s enough aerobic exercise for a week! And besides,” she smiled mischievously, “I plan on having some more such exercise tomorrow night at your office. So thank you but no thank you!”
“Are you serious about that?”
“About what?”
“The office. Tomorrow.”
“Yes, of course, silly. Why wouldn’t I be serious?” She saw my expression and made a face. “Oh come on, Parag, don’t be a spoilsport! Don’t say no! It’ll be such fun!”
“If that is what you want, then okay,” I mumbled, not being able to say no to her or even to take my eyes off her gorgeous half-naked body in that ridiculous outfit.
“Oh thank you!” she said brightly, jumping up. “Come on, I’ll come with you to the gym for a little while. A little bit of treadmill or elliptical workout will be good for me I suppose!”
At the gym, I had a good solid workout. Now I must tell you that while I do not have a naturally athletic body, and I am neither tall nor dark, or even in the strict sense handsome (more like pleasant, but nothing special), I am quite fit. I do not have big muscles or anything, but I also am not fat or plump. I am bespectacled which makes me look timid and mousy. I have what is called a weak chin, not a strong square jaw. My lips are a little too thick and my nose is small and snubby. I have narrow sloping shoulders and my chest is also not broad or wide though it is not fat. My belly does not have those six packs and my buttocks are flat and not taut and rounded.
Also my cock, though nothing like those of Uday or Rahim, or even of our two naukars, is not so far below average that it would be a mockery, being about five inches in length (which I am told that is even very slightly above the Indian average of 4.5 inches). I did not of course have the awesome sexual stamina of these animal-like bulls who fucked my wife into multiple orgasms and whose cocks she loved so much, but it was still okay.
I had worked out well that day, getting in some treadmill running, a little work on the recumbent bicycle and then doing some free weight exercises. I had felt better afterwards, more relaxed and confident and my body had felt nice and taut.
Prakriti had actually also done a good workout. She looked fabulous in her tight gym leggings and sleeveless, strapped top with its low neck showing a good amount of cleavage, and most especially when she got sweaty. As she worked out, her nipples had hardened and were clearly visible through the dark material. I had seen many of the trainers eyeing her out of the corner of their eyes.
There was one new trainer named Sean whom I had not seen before. All the other trainers were Maharashtrians. I did not find any of them appealing. Many were too short and had thick bodies. Two or three were very vain though not at all handsome but were the body builder types and had big ugly muscles with very sharp and prominent cuts to define their abs and muscles. Sean was different. He had a gentle, smiling face. His hair was cut short and swept back. His nose was a little short and slightly upturned but it gave him a boyish look. His eyes were lively. He had full lips. He was clean shaven and had a face that was manly but not harsh. Unlike the others, he had a body that was solid and powerful but not over built. His biceps were big and strong and he had thick broad forearms but the muscles were not excessive. He had a broad chest, a flat hard stomach, narrow hips and the kind of rounded butt that Prakriti had always found sexy. Also, unlike the other trainers who were stiff from too much body building and pumping heavy weights, Sean was very flexible and I saw him doing excellent stretching with ease.
We finished our workouts and stretches and I saw that Prakriti had asked Sean to help her with her stretching. She had eyed him with open interest.
At the front desk, she had told me that she had signed up for ‘PT’ or personal training with Sean and that he would be coming home three times a week starting in the following week. We would be needing some basic equipment. She asked if she could charge it to the credit card and of course I had said yes.
“He also gives some yoga lessons,” she had said. “He is an advanced practitioner and will soon qualify as a teacher.”
“Then he is an excellent choice for your PT,” I said, knowing full well that before long there would be more fucking and less working out. She had looked very lovely right then with her creamy skin glowing, her eyes, in which she had put kajal before we left, shining brightly, and her face and body having that sexy animal-like sweaty smell and also a golden satin like sheen from her sweating and exercise. Her hair had been tied in a simple single braid and had also looked very sexy.
On the way home from the gym, she had called the maalishwala (masseur) and asked him to come over to our house. She disconnected and told me he had said he was free and would be over right away. I felt a mix of dejection and excitement because I had hoped that she might let me fuck her as thanks for the excellent fucking I had provided her the previous day and night and earlier this morning.
Arun comes from a family of professional masseurs. Usually, ladies ask for a masseuse, another lady to provide the massage, and Arun at first used to come for my massage but in a very short while he had become her masseur too.
Of course, in her case, the concept of ‘massage’ or ’maalish’ was different from the usual understanding.
Arun is in his mid or late 20’s. He is a Maharashtrian and is clearly from one of the lower castes though I do not know exactly which one. He is not very tall, about 5’7” or so, with a very dark complexion and a very lean body. There is no extra fat on him anywhere. He has no hair on his torso and even keeps his armpits fully shaved. He is, I suppose, handsome in his own way meaning that his features are not thuggish but are not very fine either. He has a broad nose, dark hair and a well-defined jaw, a wide mouth with full lips and small dark eyes with deep sockets. The muscles in his arms are not bunched and thick like those of the trainers but are long and smoothly curved. His belly is firm and flat and one can see some sign of the abs pack but not too much, and his chest though not very wide is strong and has a distinct cleft. His buttocks are tight and rounded and his legs are also lean but not thick. The most important of all, of course, is that he has an uncircumcised cock of a very respectable size and girth, about 7½ inches long, 1½ thick, with thick prominent veins along the shaft.
He was already waiting downstairs when we reached our building. He had his small bag of stuff with him. We went up together in the lift together. The lift is very small and has only enough space for four people in a tight squeeze. Prakriti had immediately played mischief by immediately turning to kiss Arun deeply and pulling down his zip and taking out his cock and starting to masturbate him. He had kissed her back and caressed her buttocks and put his hand up under her tank top (over which she had put on only a light and loose tee-shirt) and had lifted it and also her sports bra up over her breasts. When the lift door had opened they had still been in that state of semi-undress. She had asked me to check if the floor was clear and when I said it was she had giggled and walked out of the lift holding Arun’s cock to our door. I had quickly opened it and let us in.
She did not waste any time. By the time I had shut and securely locked the door, she had already lifted her arms above her head and ripped off her top and bra and pulled down her leggings and panties and as I turned from the door she dropped to her knees in front of the dark-skinned maalishwala and reached up to open his pants fully. They fell to his feet, and he grinned down at her while tenderly caressing her face.
She held his cock and looking up at him moaned loudly, caressing her face with it and kissing it. “Oh I have missed your beautiful cock so much!” she said. “I am dying to suck it and feel it in my body! You make me feel like such a slut, Arun!”
He grinned at her. “That is because you are a slut, memsahib,” he said. “You are a total slut for every dark sudra or naukar cock, especially a big dark Dalit lund!”
“Yes!” she had moaned. “I love to be fucked by dark sudra cocks … I just worship them!”
She was by now jerking his cock expertly and it had started to swell to its full size. While doing so she had already flipped back his foreskin and opened her mouth and started to lick his cock in a most sexy and wanton manner by running her tongue around the bulging cock-head and also down his cock-shaft to his balls. All the while she had been smiling adoringly up at him. He had not pressured her in any way but had waited till at last with a very loud moan she had opened her mouth wide and slipped her lips around his cock. At that he had gasped sharply and his stomach had sucked inward. She had continued to use her tongue on his cock-head, and which I could make out from the way her cheeks had bulged with his cock in her mouth and also from the movement of her lips. She had sucked his cock with a lot of pressure and with slow back and forth movements of her head, and not in the useless manner that is shown in hardcore films where there is no proper cock sucking at all. By now he had been fucking her mouth also by holding her head in one hand and moving her head gently to and fro while keeping the other hand on his hip. I had thought it was a very sexy sight to see.
“Mmm … yes … suck it … suck my cock … it has been a long time, bhabhi … I have wished for the feeling of your mouth on my cock for many days,” he said. ”Hanh … chooso … chooso mere lavde ko bhabhi … bahut dino se man kar raha hai aap se mera lund choosva loonh.”
By now she had started to fondle and squeeze her breasts which had become swollen and heavy with excitement and to pinch her stiff nipples. She had stopped holding his cock with her hands and was now only gripping it with her mouth. She had put both hands at first on her breasts and then had pushed one between her spread legs and put her middle finger into her cunt and started to finger-fuck herself. All the while she had been moaning and murmuring with his cock in her mouth.
I walked past them and went into the kitchen. I had a drink of water and a small protein shake. I could still hear them from outside. I stepped out, on my way to the shower. She was still on her knees before him, sucking his cock. He had spread his legs and bent his knees a little and now he was holding her head in both hands and had her face deep in his crotch and his cock fully inside her mouth. His head was flung back and he was moaning loudly.
“Ohhhh bhabhi hanh … hanh … chooso … aur jorse chooso bhabhi … hanh … aise … oh bhabhi aap itni mast rundi hai! Yes! Yes! Suck it … suck harder bhabhi yes … that’s it … oh bhabhi you are such a whore!”
A few seconds later, crying out loudly, he began to cum. She jerked his cock and opened her mouth and took his cum on her face and breasts and in her mouth, murmuring and gasping in pleasure as his cum splashed on her body and face and filled her mouth. She opened her mouth wide to show him how much cum he had filled it with and then sexily swallowed it up. She had looked up at him and smiled in a very wanton manner and put her hands on her breasts and lifted and squeezed them and let his cum ooze between her fingers, and had then lifted one breast to her mouth and licked at the cum that had splashed there before starting to massage it into her skin like cream. She had licked some more from her cheeks and chin and massaged the rest into her face.
“Mm … your cum is good lotion for my skin!” she had laughed. “Now come on … it is time for a proper massage.”
She had got up and they had walked toward the bedroom.
“Parag, bring his bag inside,” she had said in a very casual manner as if ordering a servant. I had no choice but to obey and had followed them carrying his small rexine case.
While going on she still had her hand on his cock while he had put his hand on her naked buttock and caressed it. Inside the bedroom, she had lain down on a mat on the floor on her front without bothering to wash, and had crossed her arms in front of her, spread her legs and turned her face to one side.
“I want a full maalish,” she had said. “A full and deep maalish, understand?”
“Ji memsa’ab,” he had said.
Now he had taken off his shirt and opened his bag and taken out all his oils and lotions and little bottles and bowls. He had squatted beside her and, taking some oil in the palm of his hand, had applied it on the backs of her legs and started to massage her with his dark, strong hands. I noticed that he stil had a very big erection.
I went into the bathroom and had a long shower. I put on my clothes in the bathroom, wearing loose jeans and a comfortable tee-shirt, before coming out.
She was moaning softly in pleasure as Arun massaged her back and buttocks. He pressed her shoulders and then went down her lovely curved back to her buttocks and squeezed them. His hands went in and out of the crack between them and she gasped softly and spread her legs even more. He took some more oil and massaged it between her buttocks and then I saw him slowly push his finger into her ass. She groaned loudly and lifted her hips a little and now he put his other hand under her to massage her cunt and put another finger into that also. She cried out and her hips began to writhe and jerk in pleasure as he slowly finger-fuck her cunt and ass.
“Bhabhi, seems like you have had some big fucking recently,” he said. ”Lagta hai ki abhi abhi kuch jorse chodha hai aapko kissi ne.”
“Hanh,” she said. “Yes. Bahut chodha tha mujhe. I was fucked a lot.”
“Kitne aadmi the? How many men?”
“Doh. Two.”
“Bade lund the unke? They had big cocks?”
“Hanh. Bahut bade. Bahut lambe aur bahut motay bhi. Kyon, kya hua? Yes. Very big. Very long and very thick too.”
“Gaand bhi maari thi kya? Had they also fucked your ass?”
“Hanh, dono ne. Yes, both had.” She had looked back at him. “Why, what’s the matter? Kyon, kya hua?”
“Chuth aur gaand dono zara dheele lagte hain. Ek minit, zara apne payr aur phela doh aur kammar uthao please. Your cunt and asshole are both feeling a little slack. One minutes, spread your legs a little more and lift your hips please.”
She did as he said and now he took his fingers out of her holes and carefully spread her butt-cheeks open. I saw that her anus had become stretched. He bent his head and spread her cunt-lips and pushed four fingers into her cunt. They slipped in very easily. She murmured but did not seem to feel either any discomfort or any particular pleasure.
Now he had a worried look on his face. ”Bhabhi, bahut dheele hoh gaye hain, dono. Itne dheele hone se puri chodhne ki mazaa lut jayegi. They are both too slack. This will rob you of all pleasure in fucking.”
“Kuch kar sakte hoh? Can you do something?”
“Bilkul, kyon nahin?” he smiled. “Yes of course, why not?” He looked at me. ”Sahib, ghar mein ek bada karela hoga? Is there a bitter gourd in the house?”
“In the fridge, bottom drawer,” Prakriti told me.
“Doh laana, sahib. Dono dho ke, aur ek chhilke,” he said. “Please get two. Both washed, one peeled.”
I did as he said and returned a little later with two dark green bitter gourds, one duly washed and peeled of its thorny skin.
“Isse chuth aur gaand sahi hoh jayenge,” Arun said when I handed them to him.
He made Prakriti get up on all fours and slowly squeezed the peeled vegetable into her cunt. Now she gasped. He pushed it in deeper and deeper. It was quite big, about eight inches long and he pushed it all the way in till just the tip was sticking out. He left it inside her and told her to start squeezing her cunt over it and made her close her legs together so that it was tightly held inside her. Meanwhile he oiled and massaged her buttocks, squeezing them together and also continued massaging her back and now also put his hands under her body to her breasts. She was moaning and trembling and her face had tilted up and her mouth had opened. He told her to slowly part her legs and began to pull the gourd out of her cunt. It had become wet and slippery with her cunt-juices. Holding it in his cupped fingers he began masturbating her slowly with it, slowly pushing it in, then pulling it out and sometimes twisting and rolling it inside her. She gasped and cried out and her body trembled and shook and rocked back and forth, her swollen breasts swinging heavily.
“Ohhh uh ohma uhh ohhh Arun … Arun … ohma uhh oHHHHHHH uhhh hanh uhhhh OHHH!” she groaned.
He stood up and put his legs on either side of her body and pressed her shoulders down and then turned around so that he was facing her buttocks and, bending forward, began fucking her much harder with the gourd. With her shoulders pressed down and her face turned to one side, Prakriti began shrieking. Her fingers were clawing at the mat. Her buttocks shook and trembled. He continued fucking her like this for some time. Before she could have an orgasm he stopped took the gourd out of her, which made her moan loudly, and gently straightened her body and made her turn on her back. She was gasping and moaning now. He put the gourd aside and started massaging her again with more oil, working up from her legs, doing her arms, then her belly and breasts and slowly going down to her cunt. I watched as he expertly stroked and patted and pinched her cunt-lips.
“Phir se,” he said. “Again.”
At once she lifted and bent her knees and spread her legs and lifted her hips and he pushed the gourd into her cunt once again. This time he pushed it in quickly and very deep and began masturbating her hard with it. She cried out, her back arching, thrashing on the floor. Again he turned around and now he knelt on top of her face with his big cock pointing down at it. She moaned and lifted her head and took it in her mouth and began to suck on it. He grunted and began to fuck her mouth, letting his hips move slowly up and down while her head bobbbed up and down under his crotch and while he continued fucking her with the gourd. After a long time, he put it aside.
I found out later that the bitter gourd or karela has powerful astringent properties and using it like this is said to tighten up a cunt that has become loose.
Now he took the unpeeled gourd. It had a very rough and prickly skin with thick ridges. He oiled it thoroughly and then inserted it slowly inside her and she cried out, thrashing wildly. This time he was gently but kept turning it inside her so that the ridges and hard prickles tormented her inflamed clitoris. Her lust had grown to wild intensity and now she put her arms up around his hips and pulled them down so that his cock had filled her mouth and started sucking it greedily and hungrily.
Finally he put aside the gourd and turned around and knelt between her legs with his big cock in his hand. She pulled her cunt-lips open for him and put her legs on either side of his body and looked beseechingly up at him.
“Arun … chodho mujhe … please … jaldi karo … quickly … fuck me … jorse chodho … fuck me hard!”
But he had taken his time and did not fuck her right away. Instead, he had just put his cock-head into her cunt and held it there for a second, then pulled it out and pushed it again. He did this many times and she became frantic and had started calling obscenely to him and begging him to fuck her, with her head bent forward and her chin on chest.
“Please Arun … fuck me! Put it in! I want your cock in my cunt … please don’t torture me like this! I beg you! Have pity on me! Fuck me! Apna lund bhar doh mere chuth mein, Arun … aise tang mut karna … chodho mujhe, Arun, please … rehem karo … bhik mangti hoon main aapse!”
He remained quiet and did not respond. He held his cock in one hand and continued putting his cock-head into her and pulling it out about 10-15 times. Then at last he had held it still inside her and slowly started to push it in. She had gasped and arched her back and cried out and crushed her breasts in a frenzy. He had grunted and pouted his lips in tension. His nostrils had been flared. But he had not stroked at all. Instead he had very slowly pushed his cock more and more in till it had finally gone fully inside her. At last he had gasped and flung his head back and slowly put his hands under her knees and lifted her legs. Now he was kneeling in front of her with his knees spread wide on either side of her buttocks and her legs lifted up.
“Squeeze your cunt on my cock, bhabhi. As tight as you can, and hold it. Release very slowly, then squeeze again. Ahhhh … yes … good … again … hanh … yes … apne chuth se mera lund dabaa doh, bhabhi … ahiste se chhodo aur phir se dabaao. Hanh … aise … bahut acche … phirse … hanh … aise … bas … ab chuth ko ekdum relax hone doh … kuch mut karna … bilkul hilna nahin hai … now totally relax your cunt … don’t do anything … don’t move at all …”
She obeyed him but with a lot of visible effort. She lay back moaning, her head rolling slowly from side to side. For a few second he did not move and then, suddenly and without warning, gripping her legs tightly, he whipped his hips back and forth at a ferocious speed so that his cock had rammed in and out of her very hard and very fast and very deep. Her eyes had gone wide in shock and the breath had shot out of her throat but before she could even cry out he had once again pushed his cock deep into her and held still. He did this three more times and now she had shrieked when he ram-fucked her like this but only to moan when he stopped.
Now he began to fuck her very slowly. His strokes were long and slow and his buttocks flexed taut and with each stroke his cock went fully into her cunt. He did only about 15-20 strokes in a full minute and had paused with each thrust before slowly pulling out, pausing, then sliding deeply back in again. She moaned loudly and smiled at him in pleasure and sexily drew her hands up her body to her breasts and lifted and squeezed them.
“Ohhhh uhhh yes oh god yes Arun hanh that’s so good … itna accha lagta hai re … hanh … aisehi chodho mujhe … fuck me just like this …”
Two or three minutes of being fucked like this by this masterful maalishwala had put her into a condition where she had been moaning constant obscene words and her speech had become slurred and had sounded drunken. Her body was rocking slowly back and forth with each thrust, her big swollen boobs bouncing. Now he had picked up the speed gradually and, at the same time, had moved his hands down her legs to her ankles and lifted them even higher and wider. Soon his hips had started swinging very rapidly back and forth and his cock was plunging at speed in and out of her cunt like a machine piston. He was also gasping and grunting loudly but not saying words.
“AH! AH! HANH! HANH! HANH! HANH! HANH!” he had cried.
Her body had now jerked and snapped up and down with his thrusts. His strokes had become so fast and powerful that her breasts had started bouncing in heavy circular motions going not only up and down but also round and round. Now he had released her legs and while thrusting his cock into her hard had leaned forward with his body at an angle over hers and had stretched out his arms and put his hands on either side of her torso. Now he had started fucking her very hard with his head flung back and his eyes closed. His hips had rocked up and down at a furious speed and his cock had slammed in and out of her cunt very deeply and fast. She had cried out with her face twisted to one side and her features getting distorted but she had clenched his forearms in her hands and had also pulled her legs up and crossed her ankles under his buttocks. Her hips had bucked up and down hard under his thrusting. The up and down and round and round bouncing of her breasts had become even faster and heavier. Her gold necklace and mangalsutra were flying in all directions and bouncing on her skin.
After some four to five minutes of such hard fucking and which had seemed like a very long time, he had slowed his speed again. Now he had put his hands on her breasts so that the whole weight of his upper body was pressing down on her breasts. Her breasts are big so that they had looked like they were oozing out of his hands, and even though his hands were big with long fingers, he had not been able to fully enclose her breasts in them. While pressing his weight on her breasts he had fucked her some more with smoother and slower strokes. She had gasped and moaned and smiled in pleasure and had lovingly caressed his chest and back and slowly moved her hands down to his buttocks and squeezed them.
He had been sweating freely when he had stopped and pulled his cock out of her.
“Ab phirse palto,” he had said. “Turn over again.”
With a soft moan, she had turned on her front again, and lifted her body so that she had been on her hands and knees. He had kneeled behind her and slowly squeezed his cock into her cunt from behind and, holding her hips, had started to fuck her by moving her body back and forth with his hands while also swinging his hips in a smooth action. She had moaned and gasped and her head had lifted and I saw how she had sexily run her tongue over her upper lip. Her big breasts and necklace and mangalsutra had swung heavily with the movements.
“Mmm … hanh … fuck me … chodho mujhe Arun … hanh … aise … bahut accha lagta hai! It feels so good!” she had gasped.
After some time he had slowed down and picking up the peeling gourd hand split her butt-cheeks open and slowly pushed it into her anus. She had gasped and cried out at the dual pressure but he had been gentle and very soon she had become more and more frantic with lust and had starting pushing her body back towards him on her own without him having to move her body with his hands. He had continued to fuck her cunt while slowly moving the gourd a little in and out of her anus.
“Now I must fuck your ass,” he had then said. ”Ab aapki gaand marni padegi.”
So saying, he had moved the peeled gourd out of her ass. Then he had first taken the unpeeled one and, after oiling it afresh, had slowly inserted it into her cunt and had then got up to stand with his legs on both sides of her hips. He had oiled his own cock quite liberally and then bent his knees and slowly pressed it down into her anus. She had shrieked softly at the heavy pressure of the big prickly gourd in her cunt and his cock in her ass.
“OHMA UHAHHHHHHH UH ARUN OHMA NAHIN OH MA OHHH UHHH NAHIN UHH HANH UHH OHMA UH HANH UH NO NO NO OH GOD YES, YES, YES!” she had howled with her body having become very rigid with shock and her hands becoming like claws on the mat.
“Bhabhi, apne chuth ko ekdum tight kar doh … jitna hoh sakey … aur aisehi gaand ko bhi tight kar doh … dono ko ek saath jitna hoh sakey jor se dabaao … Bhabhi, squeeze your cunt tightly … and your ass too … keep both as tightly squeezed as you can … ab ahiste se chhod doh … bahut ahiste … now release it slowly … very slowly … yes, that’s it … squeeze again … release … again … hanh … aise … phir se dabaao … chhodo … phirse … now squeeze and release, squeeze and release, faster and faster, squeeze hard … harder each time! Abh dabaa ke chhod doh … dabaao-chhodo … aur jaldi … jorse dabaao! Har baar aur jorse!”
She did as he commanded and his instructions had made her start to pant and moan feverishly with the big prickly gourd buried in her cunt and his cock grinding heavily in and out of her ass. He had not sodomized her roughly at all but had very slowly pushed his cock in deeper and deeper. By now he had been panting also and his belly had been sucked in with the strain.
“Ab gaand aur chuth dono ekdum tight hoh gaye hai!” he said. “Now your cunt and ass are both really tight! Kissi bhi marad ko khush kar sakti hain ab aap! Now you can make any man happy! Bas, doh-teen minit aur … just another two or three minutes …”
Prakriti had moaned in a drunken and delirious manner and had supported her body on one hand while putting her hand under body and gripping the unpeeled gourd in her cunt with the other and started to slowly fuck her own cunt while the maalishwala fucked her ass. He stroked slowly in and out of her ass for a few minutes and each stroke had pushed his cock a little deeper into her ass. She had trembled and moaned and gasped. At last he had managed to push his whole cock into her ass. He gasped, pulled out, pushed it in again two or three more times and then slowly pulled his cock out of her ass while putting his hand on hers and pushing the gourd deeper into her cunt. He got out of her and got to his feet and stood in front of her. She remained on all fours, whimpering, fucking her cunt with the gourd.
“Suck me,” he commanded now. “Leave the gourd in your cunt for now. Chooso mujhe … karela ko philaal chuth mein hi rehne doh … leave the gourd in your cunt for now.”
With a loud sobbing moan she lifted herself up. The big green gourd was sticking out of her cunt. It’s prickly and ridged surface was coated with her cunt-juices. Moaning and gasping, she put her hands on his thighs and slowly took his cock in her mouth. I could hear her moaning even as she sucked his cock again. He held her head and fucked her mouth slowly, but not harshly.
“Ab jaldi se chodho apne aap ko!” he said. “Fuck yourself quickly!”
She did as he commanded, holding the vegetable and moving it in and out of her cunt, her body jerking and shaking. She had a huge orgasm, perhaps her third or fourth since he had started to fuck her and now he cried out and pushed her head back but kept his hand on her forehead so that his cock was pointed at her face. Jerking his cock and crying out he began to cum. His cum load was huge and he splashed it into her open mouth and on her face and breasts. She cupped her hand under her chin to catch more and now with a loud moan she took the gourd out of her cunt while swallowing his cum and slurping it off her palm. With her eyes shining and her nostrils flared she moaned and slowly took his cock in her mouth and sucked it clean.
A short while later, Arun had left. She had put on nothing but her loose sports bra and panties. Her body was still smelling of his cum and their sweat and I could see big streaks of cum in her cleavage and even on her cheeks. I could not help myself. I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall and squeezed her breasts and kissed her hard. She did not push me away. Instead, I found her pushing her body against mine and putting her arms about my neck. I got more turned on.
“I want to fuck you,” I said. “I want to fuck you like they did. Hard. Like a whore.”
“That would be an excellent idea,” she said, smiling and putting her arms around my neck. “Now my cunt and gaand are nice and tight so even with your small cock I will be able to have a good cum.”
She had laughed out loud in my face at seeing my shocked and angered expression.
“Ooh, sorry … is my chweet wimp hubby with the small cock getting all angry with me now?”
“Prakriti! Shut up!” I shouted at her. “You cannot talk to me that way!”
“Why not? It is the truth, isn’t it? And the truth hurts, doesn’t it? Especially when the truth is that you know and I know that I love being fucked by naukars and by guys with big cocks and hard bodies and the truth also is that you have never been able to fully satisfy me with your silly little cock …”
“It is not that little!”
“It is smaller than all the others. And you do not have their stamina or strength or skil either.”
I had felt hot tears coming in my eyes. I had turned away from her and put my head against the other wall in shame and self-pity. Then I felt her body behind mine. I could feel her breasts against my back. She put her arms around me and reached around and opened my pant zip and put her hand inside.
“But this is the cock of the man I married,” she said softly into my ear. “Yes, I like to be fucked by other men … men with better bodies and bigger cocks … but there only one man that I love and that is the man whose cock is in my hands right now … and I love him, my husband, even more because he is so unselfish and cares only for my pleasure … so much that he will find good men to fuck me … do you understand?”
My cock had become hard with her stroking. I moaned but still did not turn around. “Oh god Prakriti,” I moaned. “I do not want to do this any more. I cannot do it any more. We have to stop this.”
“Mm … no, I don’t think so,” she had said while teasing my ear with her tongue and teeth. “Now I am addicted to it … and so are you. You know that. Tell me if that is not the case.”
I remained silent. There was nothing I could say. What she said was true.
“Well?” she said. “Is it true or is it not?”
I nodded. “It is true. We both love it … we are both addicted to it.”
“Then why should we stop? If it works for us and nobody gets hurt then what is the problem?”
“I … I don’t know … it’s just … just seeing you with all those men … seeing your expression when they fuck you … seeing how much you love being fucked by them, sucking their cocks, the way you give your body to them and beg them to fuck you … the way you become a whore for them … especially the naukars and such … it is so hard to bear … it hurts …”
“I know, my love,” she said in a very tender voice. “I know it hurts. But in that hurt you are also feeling intense pleasure and arousal yourself, are you not?”
“That is what makes it worst of all!” I cried, turning around to face her.
Now I had my back to the wall and she was standing in front of me, pressing against me and still stroking my cock slowly in her hands.
“That is what makes it best of all,” she said. “It is the ultimate pleasure for both of us. And last night and this morning with Uday and Rahim was really special. I want to thank you for that. It was perhaps the best fucking I have had in a long time, maybe ever. There are not many husbands who will readily do that for their wives. That is why you are so special.”
Now she had kissed me and I had moaned. She had bent her back and pulled my head to her chest. The maalishwala‘s sticky cum was still between her breasts. She made me put my mouth on it.
“Lick it,” she said softly. “I want you to lick the maalishwala‘s cum from my boobs … yes … that’s it … take it in your mouth … swallow it … see, this is what you like, isn’t it?” Now she kissed me and tried to suck out the cum from my mouth into hers. “And last night, when you sucked their cocks and took their cum in your mouth?” She stopped and looked at me, holding my face in her hands. “That was the sexiest thing … it had really turned me on like anything!”
I was intensely aroused now. Of my own accord, I licked up the cum streaks from her face and more from her breasts and cleavage and began sucking on her breasts. She moaned and let me do it for a little while.
“Slowly,” she murmured. “There is no rush.” She had pushed me away. “We must eat something now. I will prepare something special for lunch.” Her eyes had twinkled.
My tension and self-pity had gone. Prakriti was her merry, beautiful, chirpy, vivacious self with her eyes sparkling and full of mischief and a smile dancing of her lovely lips.
“Something special? Like what?” I asked.
“Karela,” she said. “Bitter gourd. What else?”
And we had both burst out laughing.
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