My unforgettable personal experience

[jay]

My unforgettable personal experience

This is a real story of my unforgettable personal experience, but for obvious reasons, I am changing the names of the places and the people. Otherwise, every little bit of the events described is cent per cent true.

I am Raj, aged 26, living in Mathunga, Bombay. I work as a Sales Manager in a private concern. My work involves a lot of travel. But I make it a point to return home at the earliest, finishing my business work, because I cannot keep away for long from my lovely wife, Sindhu, aged 22. She is simply gorgeous and I am madly in love with her. Just a mere glance at her is enough to rouse me, which means almost all the time when we are together. Luckily, her feelings towards me are also the same. So, we have a great time together, whenever we are at home.

In fact, we some how manage to control ourselves with great efforts, whenever we are out of the house, shopping or visiting friends or relatives. As soon as we get back home, we straight get into the act, not even having patience to reach the bedroom. We end up flying into each other’s arms in the drawing room itself, the moment we enter our flat and close the door behind and not rest until after we float into the heavens for an hour or so. Later, we would clear up all the mess we had created there, resolving to be patient enough the next time, at least till we reach the bedroom. But it never happens. The same story repeats, every time we return from a trip outside.

We have been married only for six months and we found out on our very first night after our marriage that we both enjoy sex very much. So we decided on that very night that we would get into the act, as often and as many times as possible. We also took a vow that we should complete the first year, with a score of at least one thousand times and there would be no question of any upper limit. We even maintain a secret diary, meticulously recording the details. Not a single day has passed ‘dry’ between us since then, unless I had been forced to be away on business. Even the days of her ‘periods’ are no exception! I am proud to say that, within the first four months, we had crossed the half-way mark of our target! We do not intend to slow down. So, we have been going great guns (pun unintended) at it!

You might wonder what is all this to do with my mother-in-law, because that is the title of this article. I am just coming to the real story.

My father-in-law, a man of very poor constitution by nature, had been down with malarial fever, soon after our marriage and could not really recover his health. His irregular food habits, smoking and drinking had just turned him into a frail little creature and had made full recovery impossible. So, he had taken voluntary retirement from his Government job and was living in his own house in Dombivli. His son and his wife, their two children and my mother-in-law live with him. My mother-in-law - let us call her, Prabha – is aged 41, but any one who looks at her will swear that she is not a day more than 28! She just looks very much like my wife in appearance and it is not very easy to tell them apart from each other at a quick glance. In fact, it is a standing joke in the family circles that she is just the elder sister of my wife, not her mother.

We visit my in-laws quite often, as my wife is very much attached to her parents, particularly to her mother. Quite many times I have blundered, seeing my mother-in-law sideways or from behind and calling her Sindhu, mistaking her for my wife, and realizing it awkwardly only when she turns round to face me. On such occasions, her face would bear a peculiar expression, which I could never make out. She used to look at me for a few seconds searchingly with her extremely mesmeric eyes and I used to feel as if she was looking through me and into my very soul. Then, I would shift my eyes away, feeling dumb and uneasy. She would then smile a little and walk away saying that she would send Sindhu to me immediately. It always takes some time for me on such occasions to recover myself completely. I would just shake my head in disbelief and mutter to myself, “What a woman!” I realized long ago that this woman is no ordinary woman. She exuded a strong vitality and intense sexuality no man can miss. I could not help the thought that she could not have had much marital bliss with that frail little sick man in the house, and I used to chide myself for having such a line of wicked thought. Although I had no secrets from my wife, I could never bring myself to express this particular thought of mine to her openly. I felt that she would resent it strongly. All the same, I felt convinced that my mother-in-law was a remarkable character, mentally very acute and perceptive and physically very attractive. I am certain that nothing can escape her sharp perception and it is extremely likely that she had guessed long ago about me and my wife and our excessive desire for sex.

It may not have been so very difficult for even an ordinary person to suspect the truth because, Sindhu and I always look for opportunities to get away stealthily, whenever possible, to get into our insatiable act. We used to get them in plenty when we used to visit our in-laws. Several times we used to be ‘missing’ from others’ company and would be late for breakfast, lunch or dinner, coming down together hurriedly from our room upstairs, after several calls. I have noticed my mother-in-law looking searchingly at her daughter on such occasions, who would turn her face away, not able to look straight at her mother’s eyes. Although her mother would say nothing, I used to detect on such occasions a suppressed smile.

She is of the same height, build and complexion as my wife, making it very difficult to tell the two apart. The most striking difference is a cute mole just near her mouth on her left cheek. My wife does not have any mole on her face. (But, she has one prominent mole on her left breast, just near where her heart beats. She likes my kissing her there very much. Many a time, just my tongue playing with that mole has been enough to give her intense orgasms!)

All this is only introduction, just to give you an idea of the background. Let us now switch our attention to the chain of events that form the basis of this narration, and which has turned out to be a remarkable adventure in my life, as you would see for yourself.

[jay]

Chapter II
This happened just about two months ago. I had to go on a tour in my job for about a week. It was really miserable for me to go for such a long time, leaving my darling Sindhu, but I could not help it. It was an important trip and I had to go. As usual, I managed to complete my work in just four days and I reached Bombay, two full days in advance. It was past 6 p.m. and was fast getting dark. As I was rushing home in a taxi, an idea struck me suddenly. Why not give a surprise shock to my wife, and startle her by entering the house without her knowledge? I know that she normally watches the beautiful sight of the lights in the distant hillscape from our drawing room window (our flat is in the seventeenth floor!) in the evenings and it should not be very difficult for me to play the trick I wanted to do, if I were a bit careful.

I have a key to the automatic lock to the door of my flat. So I paid off the taxi a few blocks away from ours and walked down the footpath on the side of my block. There was no way she could see me in the dusk, that too, from the seventeenth floor. The footpath is also not visible from our drawing room window. It took only a couple of minutes for me to take the lift to our floor, open the lock to our flat carefully and get in, without making any noise. Every thing seemed quite. Very fine! As there was no one else living there except the two of us, it was very easy. A mild whiff of perfume, the one my wife always uses, wafted towards me and I started getting roused already. I could see her silhouetted against the window, just as expected. Although I had actually come expecting to see her in that very place, watching the distant hillscape, the mere sight of her physical presence, electrified me and I could feel getting a hard-on, even on just seeing her there from behind.

As I already mentioned, I have returned home two clear days ahead of schedule and she would definitely receive the shock of her life, though a very desirable and pleasant one, if I presented myself in front of her then and there. But I wanted to make it still more dramatic. I just rehearsed in my mind what I should do. I would approach her stealthily from behind, just put a hand on her breasts and hold the other hand to her mouth at the same time, to stifle any involuntary shriek that might escape otherwise and disturb the neighborhood. Then, I would nibble playfully at her ear, whispering to her that I had come back. I could imagine how she would turn rigid involuntarily at first at the unexpected touch of hands on her breasts and mouth and how she would relax once she heard my whisper and realized who it was. And after that ……!!!
I tiptoed to her, as close behind as possible, quickly put my right hand firmly on her mouth and simultaneously cupped her breasts with my left hand, giving them a gentle squeeze. Her reaction was even more dramatic than I had imagined. I could feel an involuntary shiver that shook her entire frame and I could manage to stifle the scream from her mouth, only with very great difficulty, just at the nick of the time, before she could utter a shriek. She was exhibiting extraordinary strength to shake off the assailant from behind and so I hastily whispered, “Don’t worry dear! It is only me. Sorry that I gave you a shock. I just wanted to surprise you.” So saying, I started playing with her left earlobe and the cheek with my tongue and lips, rubbing and squeezing her breasts harder with my left hand at the same time. Her breasts felt larger and rounder, but I was a bit puzzled that .even after hearing my voice her struggle did not stop. She was trying desperately to shake me off. But I was not that easy to get rid off. Not for nothing have I attended wrestling classes in my college days! My grip was like a vice and she was simply no match for me. Through my right hand cupped firmly against her mouth, some unintelligible sounds escaped faintly. In the mean time, my expert tongue and lips and left hand were doing an excellent job. Within seconds, I felt the stiffness in her body give way suddenly and she wasn’t resisting me any more!

In fact, I felt her body going limp and she started leaning back heavily on me for support, gasping. Her stifled shriek turned into insistent moans, unmistakably sexy. I felt triumphant. I felt her rear treasures pressing on my pole which had grown very hard by that time. It was trying to tear my underwear apart and peep out. She started writhing uncontrollably and her heavenly bottoms were rubbing and moving against my throbbing stick. I felt I could not last long in that position. So I just lifted and carried her off to the middle of the drawing room. I started kissing her and her response was terrific. We started exploring into each other’s mouth with great vigour, as though our survival depended on it. Our hands got very busy and in just under fifteen seconds, we managed to tear off all our clothes, throwing them off wildly hither and thither.

Now that we were both totally naked, we held each other tightly and the kissing continued even more passionately. Although we had kissed a thousand times before, I felt her kiss was some what different then. It appeared to be more probing, more demanding. Her lips also tasted different and her tongue felt different too. I put it all down to the separation of four days from each other and I was enjoying the kisses immensely. It was pleasantly surprising to me that even her breasts had grown softer and larger; the nipples appeared larger too. It had become quite dark by then, and we couldn’t really see each other, which was no problem at all. After all, for what we were doing there was no need for any light! In fact, in the absence of light, the sense of touch becomes more acute and every nerve cell in our bodies was in full attention.

I started kissing those wonderful globes and I again got the feeling that they tasted somewhat differently. She was immensely enjoying the tricks my hands, lips and tongue were playing on her boobs. She could not tolerate my lifting my mouth off even to take breath and she brutally pulled my head towards them, forcing those swollen nipples back into my mouth. Her moans were louder and more insistent than they had ever been in the past and that goaded me further on. It amused me to think, even in the middle of all that love play, that she was behaving not as one who has missed sex for just four days (we had climaxed four times the night before I had gone on my trip), but one who had been starved of sex for months. And those moans were doing strange things to me. I felt a compulsive urge to push my throbbing member into that wonderful throat which was producing such extremely sexy moans.

The urge became desperate and unbearable. So, I stopped sucking at her breasts and groped forward towards her mouth. Probably, she had felt the same way too, because she promptly guided my swollen stick to her mouth with great urgency. The warmth and softness of her full lips and tongue sent me into ecstasy. Without taking it out of her mouth, she slightly raised herself and gently pushed me backwards, making me lie flat on my back on the carpet. She spread my legs apart and got to the business in right earnest. Positioning herself comfortably, she started eating out my banana with expertise. Oh, my God! It was pure heaven! Where and when did she learn to eat it that way? In the past six months of married life, she had eaten my cock, maybe, scores of times. Although I had always enjoyed it, what I was experiencing just then was some thing beyond words. It looked as if the intervening four days have turned her into a different woman – a more experienced, a more efficient lover than what she had been till just four days ago!

I just could not think of the possibility that I could be actually making love to a different woman, not to my wife at all! As an intelligent reader, you might have guessed by now, that I was not really having sex with my wife at all at the time! It was going to take some more minutes before I found out that the woman, so demanding and so satisfying, was not my wife at all, but her mother! How come (no pun intended)?

Some times, real life is more dramatic, even more dramatic than imagination. I decided to surprise my wife with my own little plan, but Providence had planned a greater surprise for me.

What had happened?

[jay]

I forgot to tell earlier that my wife was working as a teacher of geography in a private school in the neighborhood. Much later I came to know what really had happened. The school had planned an excursion trip to Pune and some other places for the school children. Actually, it was the History teacher in the school who was assigned the escort duty, but just the day before the trip was to start, the husband of the History teacher met with an accident and so she could not go in the trip. The school management could not find anybody else and had chosen Sindhu to take her place. They had not accepted her excuses that her husband was away on tour and she had to be present at home when he returned. They had insisted that only she must go. She had absolutely no choice. Either she could escort the excursion team or quit the job. She loved me dearly, but she loved the children and the school too dearly. The trip was for five days, which meant that she would return only a day after the day I was originally supposed to return. So, she decided to call her mother from Dombivli to come for a stay at Mathunga, till her return.

Obviously, she felt that when I returned, there should be some one in the house to look after my routine needs. She could not brief me on this unexpected turn of events telephonically, as I had forgotten to carry along my cell phone when I went away and I had not given her also any contact number, to call in case of any emergency. As it actually happened, I had returned unexpectedly two days earlier than expected which meant that I had returned three clear days before my wife was going to return. But, none of this was known to me at that time. Little did she know that her simple act was going to lead to a most unexpected turn of events in our lives!
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As I said earlier, I was in the seventh heavens, thanks to the expert ministrations of “lip service” my member was receiving from the woman whom I had assumed to be my wife (remember, I did not know then that it was not she). I was fascinated and thrilled to feel the whole of my stiff eight inch long boner, going in and coming out of her mouth at a fast pace, with her face bobbing up and down, and her eyes shining even in that darkness, lovingly at me all the time. The way she was burying her mouth to the hilt into me meant that at least three inches of my stick was passing through her gullet at every stroke and it was doing wonders to me. Well, no man on earth can last long under such an intensive care! My stick was throbbing like mad and she could feel that I was just at the verge of spilling my beans at any moment. She increased her pace even further and her face became a blur, just bobbing up and down like mad.

She could sense the exact moment when I was going to burst. Just at that moment she stopped, with my stick buried deep into her throat. I burst out with a loud cry and loads and loads of my juice was straight entering her gullet. She managed to swallow it all, without taking the stick out, which gave a wonderful sucking feeling to my throbbing penis, due to peristalsis – the involuntary action of a gullet squeezing food through on its way to the stomach. Every drop that came out she swallowed and at last my member started showing signs of going limp. But she would not let go. She held on to it firmly at the base with one hand and with her other hand started squeezing my balls gently, deciding to extract to the last drop. Her lips, tongue and even teeth were moving from tip to the base, prolonging the pleasure, maybe for another five minutes or so, but in my dazed state at the moment, it looked like it was a life time of only pleasure and more pleasure, generously showered on me by the woman whom I had just assumed to be my wife! As I have pointed earlier, there was no way I could have known the truth at the time.

Just at that moment, the telephone rang.
The ring brought us rudely back into the reality. Here were two people, furiously engaged in love play in the dark, maybe for half an hour or so, and the ring spoiled it all. She stopped in her act of artful sucking abruptly. I could make out even in the dark that she had raised up from her position between by legs and was crouching back, as though in fear. I was still lying on my back on the carpet. The phone was just at an arm’s distance from where she was crouching, but on hearing the ring, she moved a little away from it, as if she was actually afraid of hearing the ring. The ring went on and on, but she seemed to have been petrified and made no move at all to answer the call. The abrupt end to that heavenly trip had left me in an irritant mood and the strident ringing jarred on my ears. I called out, annoyed: “Why don’t you answer it, Sindhu? Better to get rid of the call and get back to our job, instead of allowing it to disturb us.” Still, she did not move. I lost my patience a bit and told her in exasperation, “Come on Sindhu! Answer it at once and ask him to go to hell, whoever it is!” The tone of anger in my voice was apparent. She could not remain inactive any longer. So, she took the receiver and said faintly into the mouthpiece “Hello”.

Have you ever felt an electric shock of 11,000 volts? Well! I was just experiencing it right then! The voice I just heard saying ‘hello’ did not sound like Sindhu at all! Although it was faint, I could recognize that it sounded different and was certainly not the voice of Sindhu at all. It did sound familiar, but I could not place it immediately. It was very sweet and very sexy, no doubt, but was more nasalized than my wife’s. Suddenly, recognition dawned! Realization came rushing and it struck me like a ton of bricks on my face! How was it that I did not recognize that voice straight away? I started feeling rather dizzy. What have I done?

My God! The owner of that sweet and sexy voice could be none other than my mother-in-law! She was saying into the mouthpiece: “Oh Sindhu! It is you. How are you? Where are you speaking from? Have you reached Pune?”

As a matter of fact, both my wife and her mother have very sweet voices. In the family circles, Sindhu, is nicknamed ‘Lata’ and Prabha, my mother-in-law, is nicknamed ‘Asha’, because of her nasal voice. Cold sweat broke out of my face when I realized that I had been doing all those things with my mother-in-law, but thinking all the time that it was my wife. No doubt, I was sensing the differences, but the pleasure I was getting from her was so intense that my normal caution and thinking ability had dullened. What was this remarkable woman doing in my house? When did she come? Why had Sindhu gone to Pune? Why did she not stop me from what all I did to her? What would happen now? All these questions started rushing into my numbed brain. I had no answers. It left me dumb and confused.

I sprang up from the floor and went straight for the room switch. The lights came on. And there she was – my mother-in-law, in all her sweet nakedness, defying time in her dazzling beauty, speaking to her daughter in the phone, in an amazingly level tone. She had evidently recovered completely from her shock earlier, at the unexpected ringing of the phone. I heard her saying: “Don’t worry, dear! Your hubby has returned…. Yes, he has….. What? …… I don’t know. Maybe, he could finish all the work and so could return two days earlier…… I have not asked him. In fact, I have not spoken to him yet. He came in just a few minutes ago and has gone straight into the bathroom…… Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of him……. You enjoy your trip and come……. You wish to talk to him after half an hour? OK. I’ll tell him. Bye, my dear” She replaced the receiver and turned her mesmeric eyes towards me with an expression I could not fathom. Was it a pleading? Was it a smirk? Was it anger? Or, was it just plain challenge? I don’t know, maybe, a combination of all and more. She had just handled her daughter in a very cool manner. She was acting as if nothing untoward has taken place, even after all that had happened between us. What was to be done next? I had no clues. I was in utter confusion. I could not think clearly at all.

Again, it was she who solved it for both of us. She said, “Raj! How long do you think we should be standing like this? Don’t you realize that we are both naked? I just managed to tell her the first thing that came to my mind – about your being in the bathroom and all that. I could realize that you were not in a proper frame of mind to talk to her coolly. You might have blurted out some thing foolishly. It is time that we clear certain things before she calls again.” Her tone changed to one of reproach: “First, tell me, don’t you think that you owe me an explanation? Do you always go hugging strange women from behind and molesting them this way?” Even as she was talking, she grabbed her saree and started wrapping it around her body, not the way a saree is normally worn, but just draping it around, to cover herself. Seeing her, I also felt that I should put on some thing. I could only find a small table cloth on the tea-table nearby which I snatched up, upsetting the flower vase on it and managed to wrap it awkwardly around my middle. She said again,” I asked you a question?”

That brought me back to the scene of my entry into the drawing room. I had seen her standing in the same place where my wife very often stands to watch the scenic hillscape. I was expecting my wife to be standing there and not knowing what had really happened, I had very naturally assumed the woman standing there to be my wife. I was seeing her from behind and it had become dark. What I did afterwards was nothing very unusual for a young man, who loves his wife very deeply, to do. I tried to convey all this to her, in my confused state of mind, in halting and broken sentences. I believe that she must have really understood me. At the same time, another thought struck me. Her reaction had been certainly very odd. How is that she permitted me, first of all, to do all that I did to her? And what all she did to me? I could not restrain from asking her, “What I did was nothing unnatural, in my assumption that it was my wife standing there. But how did you ….. How could you allow me to……. do what all I did? And how could you do all those things to me? I know you first did resist me. I expected even Sindhu to resist me, not knowing who it was. But, though you first resisted me, all of a sudden, your resistance just vanished suddenly. Why? In fact, from that moment you had totally changed and started exhibiting a very strong passion. I just can’t believe that you actually …….. did all those things, that too, knowing fully well that it was me!”

With a touch of anger she said, “Stop it Raj! Stop it. Do you think that I am a common slut? I certainly resisted you, and continued to resist you even after you whispered in my ear that it was you. But you were not easy to shake off. You know, you are very strong. Never before in my life have I had such an experience. Sindhu is so lucky to have you for a husband.” Suddenly she broke down and started sobbing and saying, “…uhuhuh… Honestly, I did try to shake you off. But I could not, though I tried with all my might. I have been uhuhuh… starved without sex …. uhuhuh… for more than two years!….uhuhuh… In spite of my mind telling that I should not allow you … uhuhuh… your actions awakened my senses…uhuhuh… You have always excited me strongly …uhuhuh… Only with very great difficulty I used to keep myself in control, whenever I saw you. …uhuhuh… When you actually touched me …uhuhuh… and your hands and lips and tongue doing all those things to me, …uhuhuh… I just could not withstand! …uhuhuh… My body was not any more in my control …uhuhuh… When you carried me to the carpet I was totally dazed …uhuhuh… I had lost all the ability to think. …uhuhuh…My senses had taken complete control …uhuhuh… but you think I am …uhuhuh…I ama …uhuhuh……uhuhuh…

I could not bear to see such a strong woman break down, sobbing like that. I realized that it was all basically my fault. I felt terribly guilty. I also felt stoutly protective. Here was a lovely woman in tears, just because of me. It was I who started it all. So, I must do some thing in atonement. I would do anything to bring the smiles back to her face. I walked across to her and said very soothingly, “Please! Don’t weep. It was all my mistake. I am sorry to hear that you have been sexless so long. No doubt my actions roused you that way. Of course, I had mistaken you for Sindhu. You two are so very much alike, you know. I had no reason to think that anything was amiss. And you were so wonderful and responsive.” I hesitated a little and then blurted out: “I must confess about one thing. I declare it boldly, whatever you might think about me. I have never experienced any thing like today ever before, though Sindhu and I have never missed a single day to --------.” Suddenly I stopped in mid sentence, realizing what I had almost uttered and blushed, feeling embarrassed. She looked at me through her tear-filled eyes and said, “A single day to…? Oh,…. I understand.” In spite of herself, she giggled and said, “Raj, after all that has happened between us now, you feel still awkward to talk to me about sex?” Her eyes suddenly lit up. She said, with a hint of mischief in her voice, “Raj! Don’t try to pull my legs. Tell me honestly. Did you really enjoy that much? Don’t think I don’t know about the vow Sindhu and you have taken. I thought she would have become an expert at such things by now, the way you two have been carrying on.” Being confronted outspokenly like that, I found myself replying: “Sindhu is in fact wonderful. But, now I think she has still to learn a lot.” I then said in a solemn voice: “I swear that what I said about you is absolutely true. You are entirely in a different class. You are simply incomparable.” I was shocked at myself, hearing my own words, but it was all pouring out from the core of my heart. I felt compelled to say it, when she was being so frank and forth right.

My reply had the most dramatic effect on her. She looked at me, with those mesmeric eyes, grown wide and glowing. She did not speak a few seconds. Suddenly, she cast her eyes down and said very gently and softly: “You know Raj, you too belong to a very different class. Never before in my life have I been roused as strongly as today. Do you know one thing? Your juice! My God! It was so tasty and wonderful. It is pure nectar! …. I have never tasted any thing like that before.” She sighed heavily and said in a contrite voice: “Sindhu is really very very fortunate.” She suddenly buried her face in her hands and started sobbing gently. It was a sight I could not bear. Her words, her beauty and more than any thing, her misery and helplessness, drew me to her like a magnet. I walked up to her and stood, barely touching her. I heard myself saying, “Please, please! Don’t cry. Let me tell you this. If Sindhu is fortunate, I cannot bear to see her mother any less fortunate. I will do any thing to make her happy, any thing, I swear.” Those words had come out of my mouth spontaneously, even without a moment’s thinking! Only then I realized the full import of what I had just said. I wondered whether I had overstepped myself, in my genuine concern for her. I looked at her with some trepidation, half expecting her to detect a scorn in her face, offended at my words.

I need not have feared. Nothing like that happened. Instead, she stopped sobbing and looked up at me with the same peculiar expression in her face, with which I had become very familiar in the past few months – the very same she used to bear, whenever I used to call her Sindhu by mistake; the very same I never used to make out what it meant in the past, even till that very moment. Suddenly, I understood. She was, and had been all along, desiring for me, but being a mentally strong woman and, realizing that she had to control herself, being my mother-in-law, she had maintained her poise and equilibrium on all those occasions. But what had happened that evening was beyond even her and she had ultimately given in to her deeply repressed longing. Standing so near, so lovely and so vulnerable, with just a saree loosely draped around, she looked to me like a forlorn angel, lost in wilderness. She needed protection, my protection. She deserved my care and my love. And she desperately needed good sex too! I would give her ALL, come what may. I put my hands on her shoulders. It seemed so natural. She did not object, nor make any move to withdraw. We just stood there, looking intently at each other. Her remarkable eyes were shining through her tears. They mesmerized me absolutely. They had become a fathomless ocean and I was sinking down and down, deeper and deeper into it. A great sense of elation swept through me. I honestly do not remember how long we were standing like that. Maybe, five minutes … ten minutes … or even longer. Slowly and deliberately, without taking her eyes off me even for a second, she undid the temporary knot she had made in her saree to hold it in place. My eyes were totally riveted on hers, but in the periphery of my vision, I could vaguely see her saree slipping down, leaving her stark naked once more. Then, she slowly and deliberately, reached forward and tugged at the tea-table cover I had tied around my waist. It also came off easily and fell down at our feet, leaving me completely naked. She leaned forward, and our bodies touched each other. She trembled at the contact. I put my arms gently around her and held her close, to soothe her. Her trembling slowly subsided. Gently, she rested her head on my chest, let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

Not a word was spoken after my stout declaration to do any thing to make her happy. There seemed to be no need. Effective communication had taken place between our eyes and our bodies, making all verbal exchange absolutely unnecessary. We were both in a different world - a world where emotions are the only language. It was my prick which reminded us both at last about the mundane world. It had started growing larger and stiffer in the past few minutes, raising its head and pushing hard against her belly button. She started moaning softly and nuzzled closer to me, obviously relishing the contact with my cock. In that very moment, the phone rang again, intruding into our new intimacy and bringing us back to the reality of things, for the second time.

[jay]

We just looked at each other and smiled. Both felt very calm and unperturbed. In the last few minutes, though no words had been uttered by any of us, it felt as if volumes have been spoken between us and our minds and bodies had come to some perfect understanding. My confusion and hesitation had all vanished. I felt very light, very relaxed and very happy. The ringing went on for some time and stopped. Then it started ringing again. I just walked towards the phone and at the fifth ring, lifted the receiver and said hello into it in a level voice. It was my wife, just as we had expected. She was sounding very excited and impatient. “Raj! Why did you take so long to attend my call? I am so glad that you have returned. But I am sorry I am not there by your side. I know how much you will be missing me. You are angry with me at my going away like this, aren’t you?” I said, “Not at all, my dear wife! I know you had no choice. You had to help your colleague in her hour of need. I feel proud of you. I do miss you, but don’t worry. Your mother will look after me very well, I am sure.”

When I had moved over to the phone, my mother-in-law also had come behind me. She was standing just behind me putting her arms around my shoulders from behind and caressing my chest. Her boobs were pressing on my back and she was gently kissing on the nape of my neck while I was talking in the phone. It was turning me on and with supreme efforts I was trying to keep my voice normal while talking to my wife. When she heard me speaking the last sentence in the phone, she leaned and pressed hard against me, flattening her soft boobs on my back and gently biting me on my neck. I couldn’t control a gasp and my wife on the other side of the telephone line asked “What is it?” “Oh, nothing, just a mosquito” I said. The “mosquito” which was biting at my neck heard it and just rewarded me with a pinch on both my nipples.

I was finding it difficult to keep the conversation at an even tone because of the mischief my cheeky and sexy mother-in-law was indulging in, but my wife on the other side of the line seemed to be in no mood to end the conversation. She said playfully, “I know mother will take care of your appetite very well. She is a very good cook. But what will you do for your other “appetite”, my poor boy, which you must be missing? Just you have to wait for three more days. Then I will come and “pay” for my absence with interest. Okay dear?” I was amused at the fact that even as she was sympathizing for my going “hungry” because of her absence, her mother was taking care of that “hunger” extremely effectively, and even more efficiently! It made me chuckle, but as my wife said goodbye, just then, I also said goodbye, half fearing that she would ring again to find out why I chuckled. But she did not do so and I had no time to think about it any longer because my active mother-in-law had moved her hands down by then and started playing with my prick which had grown rock-hard in the last few minutes due to her teasing and tickling me at my chest and back.
The whole world had vanished from our conscience. We just had each other. Nothing else existed. Without a word, I lifted her again, but this time with no desperation. There was no need to make do with the carpet. We had all the time in the world. I carried her to the bedroom. The double bed which had withstood the onslaught of love play between me and my wife, hundreds of times in the past, was going to be the scene of action once more – but with one of the main characters changed. I gently laid her on the bed on her back and stepped back to look at her in leisure.

What an exquisite physique! There she was, in total abandon, stretched and spread out, inviting me to take her, in any way I pleased. With a bewitching smile and beseeching eyes, she stretched out her arms towards me. It looked as if she was saying, “Oh dream Prince! What lies in front of you is all your property - entirely yours. Establish your right and rule over it. Oh worthy Gardener! This orchard is for you and you alone. Pluck any fruit and have your fill, as you please. Oh wealthy Farmer! What are you waiting for? The whole field is waiting for your ploughing. Come on! Waste no time.”

Who can resist such an invitation? I fell on her like a starved man on a sumptuous meal. She was so much ready; so much willing; so much craving for my touch. I vowed to make her the happiest on earth. I decided to kiss every inch of her – right from the top of her head to the sole of her feet. I kissed her on her head and kissed her hair roots; kissed her on the forehead, on her eyebrows and eyelids and kissed even the cornea of her eyes. I sucked on her nose and flicked my tongue into her nostrils. I made a feast on her ear and played my lips and tongue all over her earlobes. No inch was spared.

Every piece of her skin, was given the most royal treatment. And she was immensely enjoying it all. She adjusted and offered readily every part in her body to my tongue and lips and helped me reach every part of her body in any way I wanted, with total abandon. I thrust my tongue into every hole in her body, probing and searching and sucking. Her sweat, her saliva, her mucus, her urine, her cum – everything tasted divine to me. Never before had she been loved like this before, I am sure. She was experiencing orgasm after orgasm, even as I continued my survey of her body with such devotion and determination. The shivers that shook her body under her intense orgasms and the moans and grunts she was making uncontrollably goaded me on and on.

I do not know how long it went on. Maybe an hour, or two hours, or even more. I cannot tell. At last, I fell on my back, completely exhausted. Well, not really completely. While every bit in my body craved for rest, there was one important member which was definitely not exhausted. It had been rather neglected and forgotten in my absorbing journey all over the contours and crevices of the wonderful treasure that lay beside me on the bed. Having been coaxed to its full stature by her expert ministrations, it had been remaining rigid and ready ever since, though I had forgotten it in my all absorbing exploration. It was not going to say quits that easily.

While my entire frame begged for rest, the stiff and proud member stood erect like a flag pole. It was at the point of bursting out with the juice that had been building up all the time. An involuntary moan escaped me. The angel lying on my side opened her eyes, understood my condition and decided that it was her turn to act. She turned over and crawled between my legs. She said,” Darling! I know how exhausted you are. I am now going to suck you to sleep and send you to heaven. I just want you to close your eyes, totally relax and lie absolutely idle. So saying, she took my throbbing stick into her hands and just caressed it with a flick of her tongue.

It was only a few hours ago that my rod had been given a royal treatment by the very same tongue and the companion lips. With a sigh of contention, I just closed my eyes and let her do as she pleased. As her practiced lips and tongue started their magic, I gently floated into the heavens and Time came to a standstill. I honestly do not remember how long it lasted. I probably simply slipped into deep slumber soon afterwards. She probably pumped me out expertly and quenched her thirst for my juice to her heart’s content and then she drifted off into sleep as well.
What woke me up I can’t say. All the same, I woke up. Sleep had restored my energy and my heart was full of joy. The adventures of the previous evening started flooding my memory. Was it all real? Or, just a dream, born of some deep subconscious craving? The soft and gentle sound of deep breathing told me that I was not alone. I opened my eyes. And there she was – the lovely woman who had taken me to heights I had never known to exist in the past. She was sleeping like a baby, resting her pretty head between my thighs. Her right hand was still clasping round my shrunken penis, with its tip not very far from her lips. Her face radiated certain happiness, contentment and sereneness that was lovely to watch. It was evident that she had milked me dry even when I had drifted off to sleep earlier and having had her fill, she too had just drifted off to sleep, still holding her favourite toy in her hand. The scene was picturesque, bathed in moonlight, shining through the partially drawn curtains.

The scene was extremely erotic, particularly in the soft moonlight. Even as I watched, my sleeping penis started waking up. I watched in total fascination, as it grew bigger and bigger protruding out of the hand that was encasing it lovingly, and started pushing against her soft lips. She was still deeply asleep but her lips had been conditioned. They parted automatically and allowed my growing rod to enter the ready mouth. Oh, here was a woman, a born cock sucker and how lucky was I to be the owner of the one she chose to suck!

Whether it was my still growing rod pushing hard against her palate that disturbed her or the sensitive lips getting forced apart that sent a signal to her sleeping brain, I can’t say. But, wake up she certainly did. Her eyelids fluttered briefly and then fully opened. The eyes blinked and looked vacant for a moment; but suddenly, they sparkled, as recognition flooded in. She lifted her head just a little to free her mouth, smiled and said, “What a wonderful way to wake up, Raj” and went straight ahead with her speciality treatment. My God! What a fantastic woman! I will give half my wealth to any one who can tell me how my testes can be made to produce juice faster and more. Then I could let this milking machine in front of me, go for it, as often and as much and as many times as she liked!

[jay]

The last time she did it to me, she had told me to close my eyes and relax, as I was very tired then. This time, I had just woken up fresh. I decided to watch her in action. I said so. She just nodded her head and went on. I reclined comfortably on a pair of pillows and looked on. Oh what a treat! Her sharp tongue darted in and out of her dainty mouth, doing a thousand things to my throbbing pole. Her pouting lips sucked and blew air here and there with no respite. She took both my balls fully into her mouth and sucked and licked, licked and sucked. Even her teeth gently rubbed against the underside of my member sending shivers of ecstasy through out my body. While I groaned and moaned in the throes of pleasure, she smiled at me sweetly and went on with her treatment. My pleasure gave her both motivation and reward.

Soon I was at the verge of burst out. My groans and moans became louder and more desperate. But she was ready. Her sucking became even more powerful. Her inner cheek and palate were pressing and rubbing against my entire shaft, squeezing out inexorably, even as her head bobbed up and down furiously. When the juice started spurting out, not a drop escaped. It all went straight past her throat. We were both in ecstasy. Only after my member started going limp, she took her mouth off and asked,” How was it, Raj?” I didn’t speak. I couldn’t speak. I was totally spent and speechless. But she could understand. She smiled and just patted my flaccid pole, as if it was her favourite pet.

I could collect some strength after some time and signaled her to come closer to me. She crawled up and came closer, resting on top of me. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. Her lips, tongue and inner cheeks were reeking of my semen she had just swallowed. It gave me a wonderful feeling. Her kiss was simply electrifying. Our lips locked in sucking with our tongues flicking all around inside each other’s mouth. We kissed and kissed as if our very survival depended on it. I don’t know how long it lasted. They say, in heaven, time stands still. We were certainly in heaven!

As she was lying on top of me, her wriggles during the kissing episode were like a pleasant massage to me. Her swollen breasts pressing on and off, on my chest and stomach, was exhilarating. The movements of her stomach and thighs over my shrunken penis were quickly stirring it back to life. Soon my rod grew stiff again and started pushing hard against her pressing body. The pressure became unbearable for me and she could sense my uneasiness. So she stopped kissing and raised herself, moving away slightly so that my hardened pole could lift up freely. It stood up straight and firm, erect and inviting. She looked at it lovingly and said, “Raj! It is time we send this thing to where it belongs.” So saying she moved up, straddling me on her knees and raising slightly, till the entrance to her pleasure hole came just above the tip of the throbbing member. Her cunt had become already wet with all the rubbing it had taken during her wriggles when we had been kissing. She asked, “Raj! Are you ready?” When I nodded, she said, “One, two three” and just suddenly lowered herself in one quick sit down.

With a loud swish, all of the eight inches of my rod disappeared in one go, all the way up into her, and her pelvis grounded down hard against my hip. Both of us were knocked out of breath at the sudden force of the thrust and both gasped and groaned loudly. The powerful inner muscles of her tight vagina started crushing and squeezing my rod and the feeling was indescribable. Her eyes closed gently and her face was flushed. Her body was shaking uncontrollably and I could feel her tremble thrd ucceded in herself to intense orgasmhe sudden force of the thrust and we both gasped loudly.ough her waist and thighs. Just in one thrust she had succeeded in bringing herself to an intense orgasm! I just couldn’t believe it, but it had happened!

By and by, the trembling subsided and she opened her eyes, glistening with tears. I said in a tone of utter disbelief, “I would never have believed if some one told me that a woman can achieve an orgasm in just one thrust. But you have done it!” She replied, with a slight tremble in her voice, “Never before has this happened to me, Raj! Yours is really a magic wand.” So saying, she leaned forward to lie down shakingly upon me, ensuring that I was still inside her to the hilt. She started kissing my face and neck wildly. I took a firm grasp of her lovely buttocks in both hands and started pushing and rubbing her body against me with all my strength. The effect was simply fantastic. Both my rod and her cunt were getting severe drubbing and the pleasure continued to mount. She couldn’t bear it. She stopped kissing me and started wailing loudly in between gasps, as orgasm after orgasm shattered and battered her. I was quite beyond myself. My hands appeared to be not really in my control at all. They were moving forward and backward involuntarily without respite, as if they were part of some powerful machine gone out of control. My grunts and her wails and the creaks of the bed must have compounded into a terrible din, but we were beyond it all!

After a few minutes, which looked a like a lifetime to us, I exploded violently inside her, shooting loads of cum up into her love channel, my hip jerking up and down furiously. Gravity made the juice flow down my ramming rod, adding a loud swishy noise to all the din. I don’t really know when it actually ended. As my ejaculations started subsiding, my hands and hip also must have started slowing down. Even as we were in such a glorious state, we both slipped smoothly into a deep slumber that only an intense sex play can produce, locked tightly in each other’s arms – until next morning.
The strong sunlight, shining on my face, woke me up. It was broad daylight. Bright sunrays were falling on me and the bed through the partially open curtains. Just then the wall clock struck. I looked in its direction. My God! It was nine-thirty in the morning! I tried to get up. I could not. I felt very tired. The activity of the previous evening appeared to have taken its toll. I looked at the sweet burden that lay stretched on top of me. A great rush of love and elation overcame me, when I glanced at that sleeping beauty, pressing down upon my entire body. I gently ran my fingers through her lovely tresses. She slowly woke up, lifted her head slightly and looked at me with deep love. I smiled and said, “Hi! How do you feel?” In reply, she laid her head back on my chest and put her hands on my shoulders and squeezed them, uttering a sexy ‘mmm…” That sound had a magical effect on me.

Gone was all the tiredness and my prick started getting harder just under her pressing groin. The stirring of my member under her brought out another ‘mmm…” from her. It roused me even further and my prick started growing bigger. She said gushing, “Oh, Raj, you are a giant of a man! I wish you to be always inside me.” So saying, she tried to get up in order to adjust herself for another memorable love play. But, we faced a most unexpected problem, to our mutual consternation. The over flown mixture of our juices of the last night’s travails had dried up, matting up both our pubic undergrowths. When she tried to get up, the hairs started getting pulled up, causing some pain to both of us.

Slowly, with some grunts of ‘ah’s and ‘oh’s from both of us, she managed to get up and lift herself on her knees straddling across my thighs. Freed of her weight, my member raised itself, standing erect like a flag pole, ready to impale her. She started adjusting her position so that her cunt would come right above my penis. Just then an idea struck me. I told her, “Wait! We have tried out this posture already yesterday. Let us do differently this time. How about the doggie style?” To which she said, “Ah! I am sure that should be wonderful. But, I have never experienced it. You must teach me how to do it.”

“I have to lubricate you first. Lie down on your back and spread your legs. I’ll feast upon you.” Even as I uttered these words, I realized that I had not eaten anything in the last eighteen hours or so. I had taken some light snack around 4 p.m. the previous day on my way home. All that happened after my entering the house precluded any thought of food. Suddenly, I felt terribly hungry. As a matter of fact, I was feeling famished. She must have been also in a similar plight. So, I asked her: “Do you have any food item in the house?” She said, “Hungry, Raj? As a matter of fact, I also feel very hungry.” She winked at me with a mischievous smile, “We have been too busy to think of food.” Once again I asked her: “Is there any food at all?”

She started getting up, saying, “I’m afraid there’s just some ice cream; a little bit of kheer also is there, in the fridge. That’s all. I’ll better cook some thing and bring. Just give me half an hour.” When she mentioned the two food items, an idea started germinating in my mind. I stopped her and said: “Wait, wait. Cooking, we can think of, later. Right now, I’ll have some ice cream and you’ll have some kheer, to be eaten in a special way. Do you understand?” She looked puzzled. Obviously, she did not understand what I had in mind. I said: “Let’s get them first. Then I’ll explain”

We went to the kitchen and brought the two items back to the bedroom. “Listen carefully. You are going to have the kheer. But you must first coat it on my stick and then lick it dry. In the same way, I’ll spread my ice cream on your cunt and lick it away. Understood?” The idea simply fascinated her. “Wonderful idea, Raj! Ladies first. Okay?”

I reclined myself in the settee, spreading my legs apart. My rock-hard member stood straight, inviting her avid mouth in eager expectation. She placed some plastic sheet on the settee, just below my testes so that drops of kheer may not fall and spoil the settee. Then, she brought the kheer bowl and pushed my swollen stick into the kheer, to coat it completely with it. She started licking my kheer-dripping member eagerly. The contact of my stick with ice cold kheer and then with her warm lips, tongue and mouth was taking me to heights and I moaned in pleasure. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy this way of eating kheer and it was simply a heavenly experience for me. She carried on for more than half an hour, until all the kheer was licked away.

It was next my turn. I made her lie back on the bed, after putting a plastic sheet under her bottom to prevent the dripping ice cream from soiling the bed. I arranged some pillows for her back and neck so that she could remain in a reclining position and watch my eating her cunt out. When the ice cream touched her labia and clitoris, she shuddered at the cold sensation. But, when my warm tongue and lips started cleaning her up, she started cooing and moaning in intense pleasure. Soon her juices started welling up and pouring out. I was having a memorable breakfast of ice cream laden cunt juice and I tried to prolong the act as much as possible to make her enjoy as long as possible. Her ‘ah’s and ‘oh’s were music to my ears. Her entire body rocked in orgasm after orgasm. Both of us got thoroughly lubricated in the process. It was time for the next step.

I rearranged the pillows in such way that she could rest her elbows and head comfortably on them, supporting her hind side on her knees. Her lovely bottom made of those glorious spheres was just jutting out, while her stimulated vaginal lips were peeping at me from below. It was totally wet with all my sucking and licking and the hole was glistening and quivering invitingly. I took my position on my knees behind her and adjusted my prick head just at the entrance to the hole. A tentative push buried the cock-head inside and a sensuous moan escaped her lips. I thrust a little more. She moaned again in pleasure.

With all the lubrication exercise that had been done earlier, my stick was entering her smoothly without resistance, like a hot knife cutting into butter. I thrust only a little at a time, giving her chance to relish the pressure, bit by bit. She must have been feeling wonderful, judging by all those sexy moans she was continuously making. Soon I had buried my entire eight inch long cock fully inside her. I leaned forward and kissed her on her back. A shiver went through her body and she cooed in pleasure. I felt her vaginal muscles involuntarily contracting and expanding. It felt heavenly. I took my hands under her and held her beauteous boobs in my hands. I gently squeezed and massage them and her reaction was conveyed to me through quick and strong contractions of her vagina felt by my rod buried in her. Then I started to pull out and push in, a little and slowly at first, increasing the length and pace gradually. She got into the rhythm and started to move her hind side accordingly. Soon we were banging furiously. My throbbing rod was entering her and coming out like the piston of a steam engine in high speed. The bed creaked in rhythm and its sound goaded us further on. Her juices started flowing freely down her thighs and the ‘zhuluk’, ‘zhuluk’ sound of my piston-rod, mixed with our grunts and moans was music to our ears.

The tempo built up and the pleasure was becoming intense. At last, we couldn’t hold any more. I exploded inside her, with both of us yelling out simultaneously, as she also reached her orgasm at the same time. Her body convulsed in a very strong climax. Our bodies continued to rock for a full five minutes, before the convulsions started dying out. Finally we collapsed down on the bed, totally spent. We remained motionless for another ten minutes or so, with my rod still remaining deeply buried inside. I was spread out over her on her back. Even after my prick returned to its shrunk state we were content to remain that way motionless, enjoying our contact. Time was ticking on and the striking of 11 by the clock made us stir. I slid off from above her to one side on the bed and she turned towards me. Her lovely and mesmeric eyes were full of love. She said, “I wish I should die just this moment. I am so happy.” “So am I, dear, but die you must not. We have a lot more to do together. But let us get up, wash, cook, eat and start our next session in the afternoon.” She smiled and said: “Just as you say, my lord and master. I am your slave. I will obey you absolutely.” So saying she got up from the bed and made a move to go to the bath room.

Just then the phone started ringing. She stopped in her tracks. We looked at each other. Was it again my wife? That was the question in both our minds. I signalled her to answer the phone. She said “hello” into the mouth piece and listened to the reply. Then she waved the receiver towards me saying, “It’s from your office, Raj.”