The Saga Of A Married Couple
Hi, I am Mani. after a long time… This story is behalf of my reader who asked me to share the experience of them. To the people who don’t know about me just check my previous stories by clicking on my name which is at above “Romeo143”. any girl or aunties waiting for my help in Hyderabad particularly near madhapur/gachibowli can get in touch with me thru [email protected]. let’s begin the story :) I am Sushmit Patel, now aged some +32, employed in a noted Chennai-based Tire Company, with photography my passion, and residing in Chennai. I am dark, average in built, with high libido, having a huge prone to voyeuristic hedonism. However, I married Sudeshna [nee Mukherjee] little more than 6 years ago (mid-April 2009). Sudeshna was then at her twenty-three years. Ours was an arranged marriage. Our parents were bosom friends, and colleagues at Ahmedabad. Simply gorgeous, Sudeshna, my younger by 2 years, is a sharp-featured Bengali beauty with strange temptation written in her large eyes. She is brightly wheatish-fair in complexion, tall in height (5’6”), endowed with a shapely-curvaceous and mouthwatering body [36A / 30 / 35], with contemporary outlook and bubbly by nature, and she’s, above all, very very hot and horny. However, besides very attractive large-eyed feature, in Sudeshna’s figure her pectoral assets (breasts) happen to be most gorgeous and unique, — unique in a sense that those two round domes are so firm that they barely required or require any bra-support as such to stand out, and therefore, many a time she wore or wears no bra beneath her blouse or shirt, or house-gown (while home). Sexually, she’s simply a harlot on bed — very demanding, noisy, multi-orgasmic —- and prone to hedonism that ever matched my heterodox outlook towards sex. Well, she’s the mother of 2 young kids, and our first baby came early 2012. Well, from my boyhood days, I’ve been a Peeping Tom, and after marriage when I unclothed my beautiful bride first time in the bridal chamber, I was flabbergasted by her nudity and pulchritude, and her raw sex-appeal turned me on. And the latent Peeping Tom in me suggested me to eat her up only after getting her youth tasted by another male in my front. The whole bridal night we spent chit-chatting together without involving ourselves even in the conjugal smooches. From her talks I guessed her to have probably been ‘technically virgin’ — and later it was proved she had been virgin since she bled a bit on the 2nd day on honeymoon while her hymen was perforated by a stranger male, i.e., her masseur, in the hotel room in my front. Well, our marriage was solemnized on 14th April, Tuesday 2009, — on the auspicious day of Vaisakhi. And 3 days later, we set out to Puri, a sea-side place in Orissa, where we checked-in at Pantha Niwas hotel, situated on Chakra Thirtha Road, along side the beach. And there, at the beach, we came across a swarthy middle-aged local “noolia” (rescuer) while sea-bathing, and he said he’s a good masseur too. Looking at that unimpressive, somewhat ugly in appearance, man — in shape contrast to beauty and complexion of my honeymooning bride — a strange sexual excitement occupied me, and I thought he would be best guy to devour my wife before me before my eating her up. So, I asked that ugly middle-aged Oriya man to pay a visit to my hotel suite in the early evening to render a full body-massage my wife with oil. He looked at my young wife and smiled, and nodded head in affirmation. It was 19th April 2009. He knocked on our door dot at 6.30 in the evening. I opened the door and welcomed him in. By now I had induced or convinced my wife Sudeshna for a full body-massage, nerving up her not to fear if this massage eventually culminated into a savage sex between that stranger guy and her, and she was reluctantly acquiescent for this bold tryst. But she had cautioned me at the same time that it was incidentally not a safe day for her, nor was she on the pill. Her being in unsafe period rather further augmented my excitement, anticipating that her masseur might impregnate her in his first spermatic shoot into her virgin womb. Anyway, the massage session began. At his instruction, my wife shyly peeled off her clothes, one by one, thus became completely naked, making that senescent masseur agape in wonder and infatuation. Now Sudeshna assumed a prostrate position on the floor, and he started his task of embrocation and massage with mustard oil in his both palms — and massaged her whole back, right from her nape to toes, including her breast-sides that spilled out against the floor or ground. His intimate touch or body-contact worked on her and she started murmuring in comfort and pleasure. After massaging her back and dorsal, that guy overturned her, and next moment he rained some oil over her anterior or frontal region — from neck to pubic mound, and next moment his broad and strong palms began the massage, running his palms along her acrominal, axillary, antebrachial, coaxal and pubic regions, without or avoiding kneading her pectoral region. And when his fingers felt after her pubic or vaginal lips, Sudeshna yelled in pleasure, and she started lubricating. . . Finally, that man came over her pectoral domes, and started massaging and kneading her oil-glistening highly-resilient breast-domes, with tweaking her already rock-hard nipples between his index fingers and thumbs. Sudeshna was moaning in pleasure, and suddenly she lost all her continence, and just closing her forearms around the neck of that ugly-looking masseur, she pulled his face to her aloft breasts, thus making his agape mouth engulf a breast-peak, thereby easing him to suck up the nipple, without any inhibition and nausea unto him. That man began devouring her both breasts, by turns. I was watching, mesmerized and over-excited. In no time a shuddering orgasm overtook Sudeshna.