Desperate Indian Housewives -Part 1
“Who is a husband? Is it he who marries a woman, lives with her under one roof, and fails to satiate her? Or is it he who fulfils her deepest darkest desires whenever he takes her to bed?” Yasmin asked Shalini, puffing a cigarette. The question made Shalini uncomfortable yet made her zone out. Yasmin and Shalini were next-door neighbours and have been friends ever since Shalini moved to her new flat. They bonded like sisters, although they were the exact polar opposite of each other. Yasmin was outgoing, bold, and always dressed to reveal her sexuality. On the other hand, Shalini was reserved, shy, and always dressed to impress her husband. Shalini led a homely lifestyle, rarely leaving home. Clubbing, coming home late drunk, and smoking openly in public were considered sins by Shalini. Yasmin did it all without any sense of guilt or remorse. Yasmin led a wild lifestyle. Yasmin’s husband stayed in the Middle East, leaving his beautiful wife to look after herself all alone. Shalini took care of Yasmin like her own sister, much to her husband’s dismay. According to Shalini’s husband, Arvind, Yasmin was a slut, and he ordered her not to mingle countless times. The only order that fell on deaf ears to her otherwise obedient nature. Shalini considered Yasmin more than her sister. A friend, a confidante, and a shadow of her inner wild self lurking deep inside her heart. Yasmin and Shalini shared more than secrets, even a spare key to their respective home. On a cold December night, Shalini heard Yasmin’s car pull over in the wee hours. The sound of opening and closing of her flat door assured Shalini of Yasmin’s safe homecoming. She retired to the bed beside her husband. The next morning after Arvind left for work, Shalini entered Yasmin’s flat with the spare key to check on her. Shalini’s body froze immediately as loud moans echoed from the bedroom. She wanted to turn back, but an inexplicable curiosity gripped her heart. She locked the door discreetly and tiptoed towards the bedroom. The slightly open bedroom door, a naked Yasmin, and an unknown man kissing her while fondling her breasts made her gasp. She caught her mouth to prevent any noise from escaping as she stood there motionless, watching Yasmin’s infidelity. Yasmin let a man, other than her husband, touch her naked body making Shalini’s head spin in horror. A part of her wanted to shout and make a scene, but another part gripped her and made her rooted to her spot. The man caressed Yasmin’s 34D breasts with his bare hands while his lips sucked on her juicy pink lips. They licked each other’s lips and explored each other’s mouths, pushing their tongue deep inside. Yasmin’s beautiful face sported an unusual glow, while the wedding ring on her ring finger indicated her marriage to Salim. Her closed eyes and slutty moans indicated she loved every touch of the stranger. He continued exploring her dusky skin with his lips and tongue while she moaned in lust and ecstasy. He sucked her dark brown areola, which should have belonged to her husband and her future children. His hands rubbed her clit while she panted and moaned in pleasure. Shalini felt her heart pounding, her body sweating while her hands and feet turned cold. Her mind and body clashed. She wanted to run away, but her feet wouldn’t move. Her hands wanted to shut the door, but her eyes stopped blinking. His hands kneaded Yasmin’s breasts while his fingers explored her cleanly shaved married pussy, making Shalini’s knees go weak. “How could she?” thought Shalini, yet her heart knew the answer. Yasmin had disclosed on numerous occasions about her sexless marriage life. As Shalini saw Yasmin’s heavenly body reacting violently at every touch, she knew how Yasmin was feeling. Shalini’s body felt what Yasmin was experiencing. She knew what it was like being trapped in a dull marriage. Only her duty towards her husband made her subdue her urges. Looking at Yasmin’s sensuous expressions, Shalini’s body trembled. She marvelled at Yasmin’s twitching and twisting figure while the man, who was not her husband, explored her. His tongue licked and tasted a fruit ripened to its peak sexual state. Her alluring curves, thick thighs, peachy ass, flat belly, and rounded breasts were all reminiscences of her sexuality. Yasmin let him finger her married pussy, stretching them with his fingers. The fingers slid in and out swiftly, making her pussy pulsate. Shalini, to her horror, found her fingers touching her cunt which was already wet. Her saree was lifted to her waist, along with her petticoat, from behind. Her panty rested on her knees. She had no clue when her hands moved on their own and felt her wet pussy. Her fingers caressed her cunt from behind while Yasmin got her cunt drilled by the stranger’s fingers. As Yasmin’s hands caught the man’s erect cock, Shalini’s hands clutched the door beading. Yasmin bent forward to take the cock in her mouth, making Shalini pull her fingers out of her cunt and taste her juices. Yasmin sucked the cock like a hungry whore, licking the entire length of the shaft with her tongue. Her tongue rolled around the cock head before her luscious lips parted and wrapped the meat. Looking at the hide-and-seek playing erect cock between Yasmin’s lips, Shalini sucked her fingers like a slut. Her tongue pulled her fingers deep inside her salivating mouth, rubbing them against the roof of her mouth. Yasmin continued sucking the cock while Shalini continued sucking her fingers. It felt Yasmin’s sexual aura had latched onto Shalini’s soul, making her horny at the same time. The cock slowly came alive, pushing itself inside Yasmin’s mouth with strong thrusts. Shalini’s mouth salivated uncontrollably, looking at Yasmin getting fucked orally, making her drool. Shalini’s saliva escaped and dripped on her heaving 36DD bosom, releasing steam upon touching her boiling-hot skin.