To my readers: Thank you for the encouragement that I have been getting
from you. I am unable to reply to all the mails, but still replying to a
few interesting ones. Most of you are telling me that you are unable to
wait for the next parts of the story. Here is the next part for you, but
my next posting may be towards the end of January, 2001. I apologise for
the anticipated delay because of my other commitments. Please bear with
me.
Surprisingly, I am yet to hear any criticisms. Please feel free to do
that and do not hesitate to point out spelling mistakes and typographical
errors.
May I once again repeat the warning that this is only for adults
above 18 years. Cheers,
Nandita
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While Bachchu was cupping my breasts, his hands were working under the
pallu of my saree and I was still careful in not exposing my completely. Actually, he was still sitting behind me and although my were completely in his possession, those were out of his direct view.
After completely satisfying me with the massage, Bachchu's hands
reached my belly. I was enjoying the tickling sensation, especially when
his index finger reached my navel. He put some extra oil inside that to
make it a pool and tapped there a few times. While he was caring this
region, I was trying to imagine the next part of his massage. Where would
it be ? Below my waist and lower belly ? God ! I couldn't imagine
anything more. My sex-starved was creaming with a fresh supply of
cunty juice. It was paining. I was dreaming if I could get a massage
right till there. "Oh, !! Do it !! Do it till there. It's just for
the sake of a massage - so don't feel shy ---"
No, I was certainly not bold enough to utter these things in reality.
Instead, I was trying to apply my willpower to control such dirty desires
within me. I was unable to explain how could a shy housewife like me, who
is ever fathful to her husband, could adventure this much with her
boyservant. When he completed massage of my upper part, I quickly got up
without allowing any possibility for a massage anywhere in my lower part.
Just after the massage, I hurriedly went for a bath. I was getting
restless to undress myself and take care of my wet cunt. I tried to
imagine Raja, my husband, while masturbating, but all my imaginations got
shattered when I tried to figure out what Bachchu might be doing with the
massive manhood, which he had developed for the past half-an-hour. Maybe,
he had rushed to our other toilet, which he uses and now he might be
vigourously beating his flesh to release his load. I was finger-fucking
myself and the imagination of Bachchu's masturbation made me more and more
horny. Oh ! I was cumming, cumming all the way. Would Bachchu be
releasing his load by now ? I could visualise that jets of white
sticky semen made up a mess on the floor and that drove my orgasms to a new
peak.
Before coming under the shower, I looked at my nude figure in the
mirror. My were still warm and reddish with the increased blood
flow resulting from the massage. I had a close look at my breasts. Every
square millimeter area of my was glittering with oil. Bachchu
hadn't missed a single spot. I was looking at my with utter
disbelief that these were handled by another today and that too with my
own invitation. I came under the shower and soaped my whole body. It took
quite some time to wash out the stickiness of the oil. At the end, I was
feeling fresh. There was a feeling of easiness in my whole body. I never
knew that massage makes one feel so good, so relaxing it is !
I wiped my body with a towel, got dressed and came out. Bachchu served
my meal. There was an uneasy calmness in the room. While I was still
trying to recover from my arousal that resulted from the happenings of
today, Bachchu too was looking unusually quiet. For him, I guess, it was
the first touch of a female and he might have been trying to recover
from the sexually explosive shock that he received.
I really didn't have any serious intention of my husband and so
I didn't want to carry any sense of guilt with me. I felt I should tell
everything to Raja - only point was how and when. We have always shared
each other's fantasies and that had always ignited our passion in the past.
Most of the times, we fantasize ourselves with each other's friends and
enjoy, without attaching slightest seriousness to it. We had other
fantasies too. Once, Raja had described an erotic encounter with the
domestic maid-servant of his parental home, much before our marriage. I
was so horny that I couldn't wait for a wild sex with him in bed. Later,
he had told me that it was his wild adolescence fantasy. If he hadn't told
me that it was a fantasy, I would have always believed it to be a reality.
After Raja returned home, he announced in the tea table that he would be
going to Delhi by the early morning flight next day. That was a very
sudden development. Actually, his boss was supposed to go for that
meeting, but as his priorities got changed, Raja would be substituting him.
I had to spend the rest of the evening in getting his dresses and other
things organised. When we were in bed, he didn't forget to ask me about
the massage. I said it was very nice and at least, I had some relief from
the pain. He asked me if I had felt shy during the process. I gave a very
naughty smile and said, "I was shy to start with, but horny later on ". I
could again sense that my erotic feelings were running high. Should I tell
the rest of the now itself ? "Wow !That sounds great !", he said
after hearing my reply. "Don't think that only you can fantasize sex with
your maid-servant. Even, I can have that with Bachchu ...", I said. I was
too horny to keep my voice steady. "Darling, never mind - you do it. You
may even do it in reality if that helps in regaining your passion. Get
yourself cured and let us get back our sex life." I couldn't trust my ears.
Is he still in his senses ? I embraced him closely and said, "Darling,
don't worry, we'll surely get it back." We couldn't talk for long as I
wanted him to take some rest before his flight.
The office car came early in the morning to pick Raja up. He got into
the car and waved at me. For the next three days, only myself and Bachchu
will stay in the house. (I forgot to mention in the beginning that God
hasn't blessed me with a child). As the car rolled past Southern Avenue (a
famous road in South Calcutta), I started thinking for the next massage.
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