Sushma a lonely housewife. Part 1

My name is Sushma, I am 38-year-old ,
married Indian woman presently
residing in Bangalore. My marriage dates 19
years ago to Nundoo ,out
of which, I have one son studying with the
help of my brother in U.K.
I got to know about this site because while
playing around on the net
and I was very much surprised to see the
story section on Indian
Passion especially Indian women sharing
their experiences openly. I
believe its good that we come out of the
dark and get to express our
inner feelings with each other. It can be very
helpful, I know that
many Indian males are totally against this
idea but a woman is human
being and is entitled like men to fully enjoy
their sexual life
especially that ours is not everlasting. It
dies at menopause or once
we lose our figure. The story you would be
reading is my true life
experience and I leave my address at the
end.
My dear sisters please write to me and lets
share our mutual feelings
as before reading the various stories from
this site ,I was always
feeling like a slut, a bitch , but then I
realised that like me there
are many others, who eventually get know
what sex is all about and
after once they have experienced it could
not live without it. BUT
THIS IS A NATURAL FEELING OTHERWISE
WE WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN MADE SUCH.
As I said earlier on, I was married to Nundoo
when I was 19 year old,
I was from a village and my parents believed
that the girls should be
married once they finished school. After the
wedding I moved to
Bangalore to stay with Nundoo and his
family,. Nundoo is now 42-year-
old, his father 62 and mother 58-year and
Vishal, his nephew 23-year-
old. Vishal is orphan of both parents, his
parents ( Nundoo's
brother) died in a bus accident while going
on a pilgrimage tour, he
was then 17 year old.
From my wedding, it seemed to me that
Nundoo was more interested in
what my father was willing to give dowry
than I was. He got 1 lakhs
(which was a lot of money at that time) and
10 acres of good farming
land in our village. Nundoo was then a fresh
university graduate with
lots of ambition, so he sold the land and
used most of the dowry to
set a Music centre and is now a well-known
figure in Bangalore.
The business grew and now we have 6
outlets and ,because of that, he
often travels overseas to buy his equipment
and CDs. Sex life with
him was no complaint but very occasional
as he always stayed late in
his shops to supervise his recording etc.
When he was fit he could
fuck me and make me 3/4 times in one
night. With time he was more
interested in his business and our son than
me. I turned into to be
only furniture in the house. I was completely
neglected though I
strongly believe that I was the key to his
success today. though he
likes to say proudly that "his" business is a
total success.
(forgetting whose money he used to start up
with).
Life in his house was hell as well, his mother
was a real pest though
his father seemed to be quite
comprehensible, but he has always been
scared to show any compassion to me
(though he is retired army
officer!). When Vishal move in with after the
accident, we soon
became good friends, I was then 33 year old
and him only 17, we got
along very well hated as he also hated his
Ajee. As that time he was
finishing school, I was his best friend.
Anyway, at that time, I was
only seeing as a boy and him seeing as a
friend. We used to spend
ours chatting and he would often even sleep
with me. A year later, he
went to do a degree course. Now he is
working in Bangalore.
It all started one night, Nundoo phone to say
that he was extending
his stay for another 3 days. I was furious, I
had just finished my
periods and it had been nearly 2 months
that he did not touch me, I
was boiling down there but nothing could
help me I was frustrated. At
about 9 p.m., Vishal reached home, he was
slightly drunk as he had
been out with his friends, the in-laws were
still watching tv, he
went to his room and changed in his lungi
after a wash.
I was sitting on the balcony reading Femina,
he came to my room with
flask of whisky hidden in newspaper, as he
saw me he sensed that
there was something wrong, and asked me
what was the matter. I could
not reply to him though we were close. I
told him that I had a
headache and that's it. He poured 2 drinks
as every now and then we
could have a couple of liquor quiet in the
room without the in-laws
knowing. As I was so furious, I nearly gulped
that first drink at one
shot. Vishal was leaning against the
handrailing of the balcony
facing me.
This was the first time I saw him as a man;
he looked very similar to
Nundoo but had broader shoulders and was
of slightly bigger built. I
started seducing him then, I asked him if he
would not mind doing me
a head & shoulder massage after I had my
shower. I left my glass on
the floor and asked him to pour me another
one while I have a quick
shower. I peeped outside, hearing no TV
sound I knew that the in-laws
were already in bed. I Had my shower and
came out wearing a nightie
that I knew was too large for me, I came to
the balcony.
I could see that Vishal was surprised to see
in this outfit (as I
always slept in petticoat and blouse) I sat
down on my rocking chair
and had my drink as quickly I had the first
one. I asked Vishal to
carry his massage as I knew he was good at
it, he took a stool and
sat behind me, closing my eyes awaiting his
male hand on my body I
realised that I was already semi-drunk. As
he put his hand, of my
shoulder, I realised that his hands were
trembling, meaning he too,
was aroused somehow. I open my eyes to
see myself and realised that
the one strap had gone off my shoulder and
more than half of size 34-
C breast left was exposed.
His massage was magic, while having the
massage we carried having the
liquor, I was even more drunk than earlier. I
suggested him to
massage my back and he asked to change
seats. I was on the stool and
he took my on the chair. I was now facing
the street, he was behind
he again, I realised that all that Ali, Vishal
friend who was our
direct neighbour was also on his balcony
and had witnessed all our
scene.. This turned me on enormously. I was
enjoying to show off my
body and being watching watched. Ali was
Vishal's school friend and
he was used to coming to our house at any
time. I took courage and
pulled both straps of nightie to bare my
back completely, Vishal's
hands pulled back for a minute, he was
shocked. He then started his
massageing . From where Ali was, he could
see my full nakedness.
Eventually, I told Vishal that was enough,
Vishal finished his drink
and I was back in the chair again.
Few minutes later, I pretended to sleep, if
Nundoo came back seeing
sleeping on my chair, he would go to bed
without with me, he would
not even bothering to wake me up. I wanted
to know what would Vishal
do. Half an hour later, still waiting patiently
with closed eyes,
Vishal came up to me and pulled me out of
my chair and carried to
bed. What a romantic and caring attitude, I
thought to myself.
As lay on bed, my clothes were in disarray,
the one strap was
completely off my shoulder and my hem of
the nightie was up to above
my knee. But Vishal did not make any move
to rearrange anything , he
put the main light off, and came to bed next
to me (By the way him
sleeping with me was never found indecent
even Nundoo was aware of
that).
I was confused; I asked myself questions
like whether I was now too
old? , whether I was not sexy anymore?,
whether I did not turn man on
anymore?. Then I thought, may be that's
why Nundoo did not want me
any more. All kinds of thoughts was coming
to my mind, I was tossing
and turning in bed, always thinking that my
sex life was over. I told
myself Vishal nearly had me naked but did
not make any further move
to fuck me. I should be ugly now, I thought.
All that time Vishal was under the
impression that I was sleeping and
that I was having a bad dream. He pushed
me to wake me up. I
pretended to be in full sleep and did not
answer him. But all the
time, I was secretly watching him with a half
open eye. He
eventuality pulled me towards him and
rested my headed on his arm and
I mumbled to him "Nundoo" ( to make sure
that he thought I was really
sleeping/drunk). He kept quite, I turned
towards him and pulled
myself over his bare chest and which I laid
my face.
Both of my breasts were complete out of my
dress and were pressing
against his broad chest. We were both quiet,
my face was next to him,
I was feeling his heavy breathing all the way
on my neck and nape.
Then I felt Vishal right on my left arm,
slowly caressing me, as if
he was a sleeping a baby. Eventually , I felt
his hand on my large
white breast (I wear 34 C size bras, I am of
fair complexion and have
large aureoles and my nipples are my
weakness) as ho touched my left
nipple it went hard. It was too much for him,
he open his lungi with
the other hand and started stroking his
penis which was soft in the
beginning. Soon it was as hard as a steel
rod. All the time I had
been watching him, it was too much for me,I
was now horribly wet. I
was proud that this young man was
masturbating after seeing me.
It reassured me about myself. Still
pretending to be sleeping, I
mumbled to him "Nundoo, chodo na
mujhe.." (Nundoo, please fuck me)
and pulled up my nightie, he must have
been shocked. There was no
movement for a few minutes, I was still in
the same posture legs
spread and my vagina was wet and waiting
for "Nundoo". (still
pretending that I was under the impression
that I was with my
husband).
He did nothing. I was again confused and all
my earlier thoughts were
coming back to my mind. Again my age, my
sexiness. Then Vishal raised
from the bed and came on top of me,
holding his erect tool in his
hand, he stared at me for a while. He
seemed to be confused too. Then
he started stroking his cock against my clit.
I realised that he was
checking if I was really sleeping or not . He
then pushed his penis
slowly inside me. Once fully in, he waited
(my dear sisters at that
moment of time nobody can know how
happy I was being wanted and
fucked by someone else besides my
uncaring husband- I was really
proud of myself). He started going to and fro
inside my love tunnel,
he was much bigger than my husband.
Vishal soon became too violent; he was
killing me down there. His
thrust were deeper and his cock thicker. I
opened my eyes told
him "jara dhirey dhirey" (Please slow down).
He did not slow down.
But he stopped, he was scared. He
apologetically said to
me "chachi..mujhe..maaf karne..hum se
gultee ho gaya..."
(chachi..Please forgive me.it's my mistake).
I put a finger over his lips to stop him
talking and my hand searched
for his cock and pushed it in me. All that
time I watched him eyes in
eyes. And we said no word. He started
pumping again this more
passionately, kissing me deeply, in my
mouth biting my lips and
fondling my breasts vigorously. We finished
half an hour later, we
were both completely drenched with sweat
then I lay back in his arms
and till the morning we did not mutter a
word.
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