Sexy Naughty Adventures
Hi. My name is Chetan. My wife’s name is Nisha. We have been married for two years and live in a small town in Madhya Pradesh. Our sex life has been really great. Especially recently, in the last couple of months when my wife has opened up to me about her past. This is a series of stories about my wife and her sexual (mis)adventures. Let me start by describing her. Nisha is a beautiful young woman. Born and raised in a small town, Nisha is one of the hottest girls our town has ever seen. She has a body to die for. Her tiny and petite body frame is the object of every man’s desire. I get so turned on when I think of how many men out there might be masturbating thinking about ravaging my Nisha’s tight body with their rock hard lunds. Nisha has a very curvaceous body. She is 23 years old now but her figure is of a voluptuous teenage girl. When she walks around town wearing her tight chudidaars or even a pair of hot jeans and t-shirt, I can see men all over drooling with the mouth wide open. Her gaand (ass) sways sexily as she walks, her boobs bouncing as she laughs. Her curvaceous waist makes it really hard for men to resist grabbing that kammar and squeezing her tight body into their arms for a wild hot fucking session. When we walk together on the streets, some rowdy men don’t even care that I’m with her and pass comments like “Kya chikni cheez hai. Iska badan nanga hokar mere bistar par naache ya machle toh mazaa aa jaye.” I frown at such statements, but deep inside, it turns me on when guys talk like this about my wife. Nisha and I were good friends before we got married. We went to the same school and same college. I am two years elder to her. I come from a wealthy family and joined by family business when I turned 20. Nisha’s family was well to do also. But they weren’t very career oriented and wanted to get her married as soon as she turned 18. As soon as she turned 18, her family was flooded with proposals. After all, who wouldn’t want a girl like Nisha to become a part of their family? She had all the qualities of a lovely wife. Such a beauty, fair complexion, lovely long straight hair, and a creamy body to play with. I took my chances and asked my family to send a proposal as well. My family approached her family for her hand. Her family was very happy since they knew me well. But when they told Nisha, she wasn’t too excited. She called me and asked me to meet her alone. I drove up to her house, picked her up, and drove her to a secluded corner of the city where we were alone in the car. “Chetan, I don’t want to marry you.” Said Nisha. I was heartbroken. “But why Nisha? We have been friends for so long. C’mon yaar. Hum dono ek doosre ke liye perfect hai.” I pleaded. “Chetan…” She said “Its not that. I know hum dono ek doosre ke liye perfect hai. Par, main shaadi ke liye ready nahi hoon. I’m just 18. Mere kuch plans hai. Main Bombay jaana chaahti hoon. Wahaan padhna chaahti hoon. Kuch karna chaahti hoon life mein. Uske baad, hum zaroor shaadi kar sakte hai. Kya tum mera wait karogay?” I thought for a while, and then smiled. I looked at Nisha and said “Nisha, meri jaan, I’ll wait for you. Go fulfill your dreams. But promise me, that ek baar tum career mein settle ho jaaogi, toh mujhse hi shaadi karogi.” “Of Course Chetan!” She exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. She leapt towards me and hugged me, tears filling up her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her real tight. I had never felt Nisha this close, physically. Her tiny, sexy, soft body in my huge arms. I couldn’t help imagining how it would be to have her naked in his arms like this, holding her tight. Thoughts of her naked body being fully used by my bare hands started running through my head. I already started planning the things I would do with her naked body during our suhaag raat and then our honeymoon. How I would have Nisha’s pretty face sucking my big fat lund all the time, how I would squeeze and bite each and every lovely curve of her fantastic body. It was only when Nisha broke away from the hug did I stop imagining such wild fantasies. So within the next couple of weeks, my lovely Nisha left for Bombay to pursue further studies. I had to convince her parent’s to let her go under the pretext that I want her to be well educated so she can come back join my family business. But what happened in Bombay with her and her adventures are what my series of stories are about, as explained by her to me only recently. Nisha had a rich but drunkard uncle who lived in Bombay. He had a huge house, but was barely home. Nisha stayed in the same house as she was her uncle’s favorite niece. Her uncle was a nice man, but was a major drunkard. So Nisha had the whole house to her all the time while her uncle was away at business trips or at bars getting drunk and coming back late at night. She got admission in a very popular college in Mumbai. Initially, she found it difficult to adjust with the crowd, as everybody was very modern and hip, compared to my Nisha was an ordinary small time girl. Soon, she became friends with a girl called Urmi. Urmi was a smart trendy Bombay girl. In her company, Nisha slowly started adapting well to the Mumbai crowd. Her style of wearing clothes changed. She started wearing tight tops and curvy jeans. Her lovely body soon became the envy of every girl in her college, and the desire of every boy. Even the professors used to look at her with lust-filled eyes as she walked into the classroom. Sometimes she would even wear tiny skirts and sleeveless tank tops that really showed off her lovely fair skin. Guys used to follow her with the camera phones, clicking her pictures from behind when she walked. I bet they used to go home and shag their lunds really hard looking at those pictures. She used to get a lot of proposals. But she was already committed to me. So used to reject them left right and center.