After telling Vikram about all that happened , I was relieved. He was also happy for me despite my past mistakes. The sex I was starving for for months pulled me out of the depression. But I didn’t want to repeat my mistake, so I followed Vikram’s suggestion.
I didn’t want it to go wrong. Whenever Ramesh fucked me, I continued to show like an unwilling lady. Ramesh was also not enjoying my behaviour. But later, I started to act normal with him. Our talks were getting normal. Unlike the days after my anniversary, I called him almost every 3rd day.
It gave him a good indication and brought a positive vibe to our relationship. Lately, I have also started to smile while talking or having sex. The kisses between us became passionate. But he wanted me to act like a real bitch. I, too, wanted to do the same.
The past 3-4 times, he was not enjoying our session and asked me to get more passionate. I was discussing everything with Vikram that was going on between Ramesh and me. Almost 10 days back, Vikram told me the right time had come.
The day after, when Ramesh came to me, I asked similarly like our past few encounters. Our sex session was normal. He was not enjoying my passive role as a partner.
Ramesh said, “I have seen you before. How you dressed, walked, talked, laughed, everything was so sexy. So sexy that I always dreamt of fucking you. Your hugs were so warm that my dick used to rise. But now I can fuck you whenever I want but enjoy it. I have known you for the past 4-5 months, and you are not giving your 100 per cent. I know you are a slut from the inside. I want to see that bitch. Please bring that slut out.”
Ramesh used to say similar words almost every time after fucking session with me, but I never replied. But today was a different day. Me, ” Have I ever stopped you from fucking me? Never. You fuck me 2-3 times a week, and I never try to stop you. What more do you need?”
Ramesh, “I want you to participate actively. I bet you will also enjoy it more.”
Me, “It is not about my enjoyment. It’s only about your enjoyment.”
Ramesh, “No, it’s not like that. I want you to enjoy it too. I will be happy to see you laughing, talking and loving like that. Please, it’s almost 2 months, and we had sex more than 10-12 times. You know I never fucked you forcefully.”
Me, “You never fucked me forcefully because I never tried to stop you. I handed over myself to you.”
Ramesh, “If you have let me fuck you without question, then why can’t you enjoy it? Please, we have been friends for more than 4-5 months. Our relationship has been almost 2 months, and we have had sex more than 10-15 times. Please, be like before.”
Me, “I want to tell you one thing. It’s not because you fucked me on my anniversary. I consider that a flow of the moment. You kept my nude pic, as you wanted me to fuck me as you wish. After 2 months, I forgot all the bad moments. I tried to relax and enjoy our intimate sessions but couldn’t.”
Me, “Do you know why? I feel this is not a relationship based on trust but blackmailing. I wake up at midnight with dreams of you sharing my nude pics with your friends or on the internet. With this threat, no woman can enjoy it. Not with her blackmailer but with her husband. Do you think I should enjoy and behave like pre-anniversary days?”
Ramesh, “I guarantee you, I will not share that with anyone. It’s password locked in my phone.”
Me, “Even I promise you to continue in this relationship if you delete my pic from your phone.”
Ramesh got a little hesitant, “You can believe me.”
Me, “Ok, I won’t discuss this with you again, but never tell me that I am not enjoying it. I can’t enjoy it in these circumstances.” I tried to stand up from bed.
Ramesh, “You won’t back off from your words.”
Me, “I am the wife of a Kshatriya. I never back off from my words.”
Ramesh, “And promise you will give your 100 per cent.”
Me, “I promise.”
Ramesh, “Ok, I will delete it tonight.”
Me, “Ok, but you have to do it in front of me.”
Ramesh (with no option left), “Ok.” He opened his phone. Went inside the Android folder, then the data folder, then RESIDUE named folder inside which SAR named folder was locked. He entered the password with almost 10-12 alphabets and digits.
I was super impressed with the secrecy maintained by him. Then when he opened the folder, there was one more folder. Oh my god, it was named “My Asha Randi.” Reading the folder name, I was reminded of Mohsin. But I didn’t react.
He opened the folder, and it had 5-6 copies of my nude pic other than the original.
Me, “Open them.” Ramesh opened them one by one. All of them had dirty lines in Hindi written on them. Me, “Delete all of them.” Ramesh, “I will keep them safe. You look beautiful in this. My heart didn’t allow me to lose it.” Me, “Ok then, I have a solution. Give your phone to me.”
He handed over his phone to me. I transferred the SAR folder to my phone through Bluetooth. Then permanently deleted pictures from his phone. I said, “When you want to see it, I will show it to you.”
We got dressed. When he was going to leave, I kissed him passionately and said, “Thank you, Ramesh. I am relieved and relaxed now. Next time you will come to deliver groceries, you will see a changed Asha bhabhi.”
At 8:30 PM, when Vikram returned, I told him everything. Seeing me relaxed, Vikram said, “Happy now?” I nodded my head yes. Vikram was tired from his office work, but he smiled slightly after seeing me happy. I hugged my loving hubby tightly and thanked him for helping me out of this situation.
I wanted to give him a quick fuck. But as he was too exhausted, he declined. I served him dinner, and he slept. A day after, I had bikini waxing. The next day, after Vikram left, I went for a bath and cleaned my butthole deep inside. I polished my nails glittery red.
Dressed in a scarlet red mid-thigh, frill chiffon nighty with lace thong and no bra. Wore a matching bead neckless, nose pin and ear pins. I called up Ramesh at 10:50 to deliver butter and Maggi. In the meantime, I did light makeup, used eyebrow liner and eyeliner, applied scarlet lipstick, and wore red heels.
I saw myself in the mirror. It was almost 8 months when I felt as gorgeous as before. And why not? Today I am again stepping into my old shoes. I was feeling like a free bird again. I was again ready to open my body and soul in this 2nd phase of my life.
At 11:30, I heard a knock on the door. I confirmed through the side window. As expected, it was Ramesh. As I opened the door, his eyes stuck on me. Ramesh, “Wow, you look so sexy.” I held his hand, guided him in, locked the door, went close, and gave him a passionate kiss. His eyes were wide open.
Me, “Thank you, Ramesh. As you deleted the photos, I was relieved. In the past 2 months, I enjoyed myself with Vikram in bed for the first time. You don’t know. Your one good decision made my life so much easy, thank you.” I kissed him again with passion. I made him sit on the sofa.
Me, “What would you have, tea, coffee, juice or sprite.” Ramesh was in shock in my new super sexy seductress avatar. He just uttered ‘juice’ in a very low voice. I said, “ok, wait a minute,” and walked towards the kitchen. I moved towards the kitchen, but my butt movement was enough to seduce him.
As I poured the juice into the glass, I listened to the steps closing toward me. As expected, he grabbed my big boobs from behind. I started giggling and laughing. Ramesh, “That was the Asha Bhabhi I was missing for so long. Today you are looking sweet and sexy.”
Me, “You’ve known me for the past many months. I am always like that. I don’t differentiate between girls and boys if I feel someone is my friend. I believed you and treated you like my close friend and family. So I never thought about what I was dressing in front of you.”
Me, “I hug my family persons and close friends. I did the same with you. You fucking me on my anniversary against my will wasn’t a big issue. It could be a momentary event, also I knew I couldn’t stop you and wanted to enjoy it. But you kept that nude pic of mine despite many of my requests,”
Me, “I felt threatened that you would share it with others and blackmail me. That threat kept me tense. I also didn’t want to lose my only close friend in this place. That’s why, the day before yesterday, I tried for the last time. And I was right. You proved me right. I am very happy now. I got my friend back.”
Ramesh, “I just kept that pic because whenever I missed my beautiful Asha bhabhi, I could see her.” I pulled his cheeks, “Oh, so sweet. You liked that pic so much. Do you want to see that pic? Come, I will show you.” I grabbed his hand and took him to my bedroom.
I placed juice on the side table, sat close to him, and switched on our smart TV. I then connected my phone with it, handed it over to Ramesh, and asked him to find the picture folder. Ramesh looked at me in confusion. I laughed and said, “It’s easy. Just think it’s your phone.”
His mind clicked, and he found the SAR folder. He tried to open it, but it was locked. He looked towards me. Me, “I will tell you the password only when you tell me what this SAR means.” He hesitantly looked at me and said, “Sexy Asha Randi.” I laughed hearing it.
He entered the password and unlocked the folder, making the final folder named ‘MY ASHA RANDI’ in front of us. Ramesh, “You didn’t change its name.”
Me, “No, it’s your folder. Whenever you call me Asha Bhabhi, your mind speaks this. I don’t shy away from the truth. I hate dual people. If your mind speaks Asha Randi, don’t speak Asha bhabhi. Say Asha Randi on my face. But not in public, hahaha.”
Ramesh went speechless. He opened the folder and clicked the pics one by one. Me, “They all are the same pic with different comments. Stop at one, and it will be there until you are here.” He stopped at one of the pics with the comment, “I am your Asha Randi. Come on Fuck me.”
I laughed loudly watching that comment. Me, “I am sure you used to jerk daily, watching this pic and thinking me saying this to you, is it.” Ramesh, “Hmmm, and that was why I didn’t want to delete it.” Me, “But I am enjoying myself with you. I don’t think you need this pic anymore, do you?”
Ramesh, “Yaa, but what about nights.” His innocent logic made me go crazy. My laugh didn’t stop for the next 1-2 minutes. Me, “Ok, I will find the solution, but all these preparations of mine have gone in vain. You are still thinking of my pic only.”
Hearing this, he pulled me close to him, liplocked for a few seconds and said, “You look super sexy, Asha Bhabhi.” Me, “Bhabhi, really, hahaha.” I started laughing, hearing the bhabhi word from him. He understood and said, “Then what should I say.”
I laughed, “I didn’t say anything.” Ramesh, “From now on, you are my Asha Randi.” I started giggling. It was like I found Mohsin in Ramesh.
Ramesh, “Today, you are the one I have been searching for for the past 2 months. Now my search is over with my Asha Randi in my Arms. See that pic of yours. Please say the line that was written on that.”
I looked at the TV screen, and I felt shy. Ramesh, “Please, you can do it.” I looked towards the screen, looked into his eyes and said, “I am your Asha Randi. Please fuck me.” Ramesh, “Wow, that was awesome, just like a real slut.”
He removed his clothes quickly, made me lie on the bed and lip locked with me. He then made me lie in bitch position and opened the knots of my thong. I placed my head on the bed and widened my legs. I lifted my buttocks high to give him a clear view of my big booty and cleaned up pussy and butt hole.
He had never seen my pussy and asshole like that before. It was super clean. As expected, he went crazy and started licking and sucking my butt cheeks like a mad guy. My butts have grown bigger in the last 2 years. Vikram always used to tell me that my enlarged big booty could drive anyone crazy.
But today, I am feeling it. With Ramesh’s tongue moving all over my butt cheeks to asshole to pussy to my upper thigh, I felt like the sex goddess. It was almost 20 minutes. He was in no mood to stop when I asked him, “Do you lick your wife’s ass like this every night?”
Ramesh, ” She is a hairy bitch and doesn’t have such an awesome clean-toned big bum like you.” Me, ” I don’t know what is making you that much crazy. It’s like every normal butt.” Ramesh, “You are a woman and can’t know the beauty of your booty. I can lick it the whole day and night.” His words made me laugh.
Ramesh, “Why are you laughing?” Me, “It’s not the first time you saw my booty.” Ramesh, “But not like today.” Me, “Vikram says I have a cute butt hole.” Ramesh, “He is right. It is.” Me, “But it seems you like my butt cheeks more. Vikram would have licked my butthole deep inside.”
My words shifted his focus to my butthole, and his tongue started to explore my butthole from outside. I loved it but wanted him to penetrate my butthole with his tongue. Me, “Would you only keep licking from outside?” Ramesh, “It could be shitty inside.” I laughed and said, “Not mine.” Ramesh, “I am fine outside.”
Me, “Ok, but as every woman has a different weak point and G-spot, mine is inside my butt hole. without touching my g-spot, you can’t explore real me.” Hearing my words, he hesitantly started moving his tongue inside my butthole. With his tongue touching my anal walls, I started getting weak.
I started moaning. Hearing my moans, he parted my butthole with his fingers and inserted his tongue into the new depth. In the next 5 minutes, my legs started shivering and could not make me continue in that ass-up position. Soon, with a loud moan, I got my first orgasm.
I pulled him near me, kissed him deep and said, “It was great. You were amazing.” I was still in my Scarlet chiffon nighty. He smiled and pulled up my nighty. I was completely nude on the bed. Ramesh inserted his dick inside my pussy and started pushing slowly. I lifted my legs to give him deep penetration.
My big boobs were now moving left, right, up and down with his every thrust. Five minutes later, he released all his sperms inside me. We both lay side by side on the bed. Ramesh, “I have experienced nothing like fucking you today.” He sat in bed and asked me to sit between his legs facing the TV wall.
He was massaging my boobs and pulling my nipples slowly. It was a couple’s love moment. His eyes were on TV with my nude pics. Me, “I don’t think you will miss my nude pic from tonight. You can remember this moment.”
Ramesh, “But it’s still better to have your pic in hand and jerk from other to have a better sleep.” Me, “And your wife?” Ramesh, “She sleeps with my daughter in another room.” Me, “And your wife knows about this, then.”
Ramesh, “No, don’t say that. She will kill me.” Me, “Hahaha, you fear so much of Sunita.” Me, “wife is more dangerous than anyone.” Me, “Hmm, that’s true, but still, you won’t get this photo back, hahaha.” Ramesh, “Please, I will keep it a secret.”
After his multiple requests, Me, “I look beautiful today or in this pic” Ramesh, “Today.” Me, “Then have today’s pic.” Ramesh, “Really.” I didn’t want him to end the beginning of my journey. I rolled down and started licking his sleepy cock and balls. All our love juices were in my mouth, and I gulped them in.
Ramesh, “Wow, amazing, it’s the first time someone is sucking my cock. I was not wrong about you. Only a randi can suck a dick like that.” I started giggling again and continued sucking his dick. 15 minutes of hard work, and he was ready again.
Once his cock was ready, he tried to insert it back into my pussy. But I guided it to my butt hole. It was a long time since I was fucked in my butthole. It wasn’t easy to accommodate a hard dick inside my butthole after a gap of 8-9 months. So as his dick went in, I shouted.
Hearing my scream, he tried to withdraw. But I stopped him and asked him to continue. With my green signal, he pushed his dick in full force. I screamed so loud that even someone walking in the lane would have heard. The first few thrusts were painful, but the pain soon became a pleasure.
The sound of ‘thap, thap, thap’ sounded like love music. I loved getting fucked like a bitch after so long. As he had already drained his sperms in my pussy, the butthole got a long 15-minute fuck. After that, he released his remaining cum inside my butthole.
Both my pussy as well as asshole were leaking Ramesh’s sperm. I fell on the bed, and he also lay with me. He cuddled me and kissed my neck. Ramesh, “I never thought fucking could be so awesome.” I was smiling and hearing his words. Ramesh, “What about the pic.” Me, “I thought you forgot about that.”
Ramesh, ” I tried, but nights are pretty long.” Laugh burst out of my mouth. Me, “Ok, wait a minute.” I cleaned my pussy and asshole, combed my hair and retouched my makeup. Me, “Ramesh, am I looking good enough for a photoshoot?” Ramesh, “Perfect.”
I placed my smartphone and table. I called him near me, shot 10-15 nude romantic pictures together by applying a timer, and shared them with him. Me, “You had just one earlier. Now you have so many. I think now you need not worry about your nights.”
Ramesh, “Then why did you delete that pic from my phone?” I laughed, “That time, it was just me in that pic. But now it’s us, the risk is now for both of us, a mistake from anyone, and we will lose everything.” Ramesh became serious.
Me, “Don’t be so serious. Just keep these pics safe more than anything else. These are like a bomb which can destroy everything once exposed.” He was still having a serious look on his face. I raised myself on my toes, kissed him and said, “Come on, a naked couple should look hot and sexy, not serious.”
Ramesh, “I can’t feel it with a ticking bomb always in my pocket.” I laughed, “That was what I felt when you had my naked pic.” Ramesh, “Hmm, I think we both should delete these.” Me, “That’s the best idea.” Then we both deleted those pics from our phones.
The smile was back on Ramesh’s face. He lifted me by my butt. I encircled my legs around his waist, and we had a long and desperate smooch. We got dressed, and after15-20 minutes, he was leaving. I held his hand and said, “I don’t think you need my call for grocery delivery to come here.”
He gave me a naughty smile and left. Due to regular fucking sessions for the next few weeks glow on my face was back. The romance between Ramesh and me was without any pre-conditions except sexual satisfaction. So I was getting a sexy gift from him.
I was very much enjoying my sex life with Ramesh. But the only thing that was worrying me was Vikram. For a job of 30K, his boss was exploiting him like a slave. I wanted to help him. But Vikram was not sharing his office problems with me as he didn’t want to ruin my happiness.
A few days back, he was very depressed and skipped his office due to illness. I insisted heavily on sharing his problem in detail with me. Then only he shared everything with me. After thinking a lot, I came up with something, to which Vikram nodded.
We have started working on that and hope it will end as expected. And if it goes like that, you people will get something interesting to read.
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