Dear friends, I am 38 years old now and my wife is 34. We are Sikh by religion and live in northern India. Eleven years ago, we got married. That time my wife was just like a model. She was only 23 years old. She was so beautiful and attractive (still she is beautiful & attractive) that she could turn anybody’s head towards her. When we got married, my wife was doing B.Ed.When we came back from our honeymoon, I met with a road accident. My wife believes in horoscope, stars, etc. She went to some Pandit ji with my horoscope, and he told that we should stay away from each other for 43 days. This means I was not supposed to touch, hug, kiss, fuck my newly married hot & sexy wife for 43 days. Really it was very difficult for both of us. For the sake of my wife’s (Jyoti) satisfaction, I agree to keep myself away from her.
Meanwhile, Jyoti had to attend some practical training for her B.Ed cource. For that, she had to go to Ludhiana (Punjab). She had a friend at Ludhiana, her name was Seema Sharma. We decided to stay at her home for 4-5 days. Seema was unmarried girl, working with an export firm, living with her father and mother. Her father was retired army officer and must be around 58 years. Her mother was very attractive, modern and beautiful (must be around 52 years). We reached Seema’s house and got a warm welcome there. There were only two living rooms in their house, a drawing room and a kitchen garden in the backside. The kitchen garden side was dark side with no light. At night no one goes there. The window of bathroom opened in kitchen garden. Due to the instruction of :Pandit ji” and shortage of rooms, Seema & Jyoti shared one room. And I sleep in drawing room.On our second last day, when Jyoti came back from her practical training, she went to market with Seema. She came back very late. Mr Sharma (Seema’s father) was enjoying his drinks. We all were watching TV. My wife went to take a bath. After she went, Mr Sharma also went somewhere. Mrs Sharma went to kitchen. Seema went to her room. And I remained alone there. Just to pass the time, I went towards kitchen garden. I was stunned what I saw there.
My wife was in bathroom. Mr Sharma was standing near the window of bathroom that opened towards kitchen garden. His penis was in his hand and he was shaking it. I became very angry & confused too. He noticed my presence, but he did not react. He called me with his hands and pointed towards the window. The lights of bathroom were on and there was quite dark outside. So Jyoti could not know that someone is watching her from outside. I saw, my newly wedded wife was in bathroom. She was completely nude (poori nangi). Her sleek and marble body (gora aur chikna badan) was shining with the drops of water on it. Her wrist was full of red bangles (Choora – red bangles which are specially wear on marriage). She was sitting on bathroom stool and her thighs were opened. Her hand was between her thighs and her finger was in her vagina. She was moving her finger in-out , in-out, in-out. Her eyes were closed. She was in the world of her own dreams. Her big and firm boobs were shaking also. I got excited too. But I was shocked to see Mr Sharma’s cock. The cock of an old man was still hard. After 4-5 minutes, my wife finished her job. She stood up and dried her body with towel. She put talcum powder on her, applied some perfume in her under-arms, put white coloured lacy bra and then put her kurta-pajama. She does not wear panties in normal days.
We both came back and sat on dinner table. I could not have dinner but Mr Sharma was quite normal. He was offering the dishes to my wife and saying her “Beti” (daughter). He never missed a chance to touch her. In night when every body went to sleep, Mr Sharma came to my room. Without speaking anything, he took his hard cock out and started jerking. He took my hand and put on his cock. It was HARD & HOT. He asked me to jerk. I started, his eyes were closed and he was saying…… “Ahhhh……jyoti……….sexy….. You are so sexy jyoti……… enjoy my cock,,,,,,,,,,ummmmmmm…..hmmmmmm…”. Soon he ejaculated on my hands. Then he asked me to show my cock. I did so. He took my cock in his hand and started masturbating. I was enjoying. He told me that he watch her daily. Then he promised me to show Mrs Sharma also.Next day, our last day, I tried my best to see Seema or her mother in bathroom, but I could not see them. Because both of them took bath in day time. At night, again, when my wife went to take bath, Mr Sharma called me and we both went to kitchen garden to see her. This time, she was not doing masturbation. She was applying body-oil to her boobs, her hips, her thighs….. Ufffffffffffffffff. Again, we masturbated there in the name of my wife.
That night, Mr Sharma told me that he will fuck his wife tonight. In night, I pushed their bed room door and saw inside. But there was very dim light inside the room. But I could make out that Mr Sharma is fucking the old lady. After some time, when my eyes became able to see in darkness, I saw that Mrs Sharma’s legs were in air, and Mr Sharma was fucking her hard. I was really surprised to hear the words which Mrs & Mr Sharma were speaking during sex. Mr Sharma was saying….”Hai Jyoti….. You are very sexy…… I like your thighs….. Your buttocks are so beautiful…… ahhhh ….my jyoti beti….” And Mrs Sharma was responding….. “Ahhhhhh…….. Sharma Uncle….. Please do it fast……. You are so strong…. Am I sexier than Sharma Aunty?” Mr Sharma said, “YES, my jyoti beta.”I was puzzled. This means Mrs Sharma was fully aware of her hubby’s intention. Inspite of objecting this, she was co-operating him. She was acting like my wife. Soon Mr Sharma discharged his cum on her boobs and said “Jyoti……. Enjoy my warm drops”.
After that, I came back to my bed. Next day, when we came back to our home, my wife said “Sharma uncle kitne achhe hai……..mujhe bilkul apni beti ki tarah pyaar karte hain……aunty bhi kitni achhi hai….. Bilkul maa jaisi (How nice is Sharma uncle…… he loves my just like a daughter…… Aunty is also very nice….just like mother)”. I smiled.Any comments? can mail me at [email protected]
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