Ever since she turned 21, I was supposed to treat like an adult. She visited us frequently in Delhi. Now that our kids were going to school, we had more time to spend with Ramola.
She had a new boyfriend in Chandigarh. Ramola had regular sex with him except when she came to our place. Ramola had become hot property since she returned from abroad. I wanted to sleep with her but didn’t get a chance.
She hugged me openly in front of her sister (my wife). I loved her thick wavy hair with blue streaks and her permanent makeup. What attracted me most was her slutty smile. I wanted to keep her for months, if not years. She was so cute that properly looking at her naked body would take weeks.
Those bow-like lips were naturally sexy. Her big hazel eyes shone like precious stones. It was difficult to stay focused with her batting eyelids in sight. She was hairless, except where it mattered, viz., eyebrows, lashes, crotch, etc. It was a pleasure to touch her.
She was of average height, at five and a half feet. Though, I guessed that she got a breast enhancement (34C cups) when she was outside the country. But the oval face was natural because I’d seen her since she was a teenager.
That evening, she was a bit high and confided in me that she’d broken up recently. I imagined that if this were an arranged marriage, Ramola would be divorced already. This was the second time in 3 years that this had happened.
No boy was good enough for her. She wanted a perfect man. So I ended up consoling her. She looked hot in a miniskirt and a frilly top. I didn’t realize I was looking at her cleavage till she told me.
Ramola held my face with her delicate hands and kissed my cheeks. When she let me go, I rested my head on her boobs and got smothered, trying to trace her cleavage with my nose. During our canoodling session, my cock became hard and ready for sex.
By this time, Ramola was asleep on the sofa. I caught my wife and pulled her urgently into the bedroom for a quickie. She was impressed by my performance, which was apparent from her suppressed smile.
The next day my wife and Ramola had an appointment for a spa treatment. When I went to pick them up, my wife was finished, but her sister had not yet started. It was rush hour, so my wife decided to cab it while I waited for my Saali.
The hairdresser suggested changing her hair colour to spice up things. He left us alone to decide.
Ramola: Baby, give me a hand job, quick!
Me: Ya, darling.
This was new. She always called me ‘jiju’. Without wasting time, I pinched her cunt lips lightly. She squirmed and became wet in no time. Just to reconfirm, I inserted my middle finger into her vagina.
In excitement, she opened her mouth in an o shape and caught my elbow. Hearing footsteps, I stopped fingering and stood near the hand sink.
After the makeover, Ramola walked out looking gorgeous, with parts of her hair coloured bronze. She looked sexy even in regular jeans and a t-shirt.
Me: When I heard ‘colour’, I didn’t think of highlights.
Ramola: Me too, but it suits me.
My cock did all the talking for me. It was up at 90 degrees. Ramola put her soft hand in my briefs and squeezed my shaft to check its hardness. I held her small ears and kissed her vehemently. She came back with equal energy, using her tongue.
Reaching home, I was surprised that the wife was not there. She’d stopped on the way to get paneer. I caught Ramola just when she was about to go for a bath. With difficulty, I had to stop myself from jizzing my pants.
She got on top and inserted my cock into her tight pussy. Before I got a chance to kiss her, she said.
Ramola: Baby, do me fast!
I had to hold myself from cumming then and there. She was also impatient. We finished a quickie before the wife came home.
The next day Ramola went back to the hairdresser for a touch-up. She came after losing almost 4 inches. The new style was past her nipples and gradually changed from jet black to pink.
My dick went up when I saw her, so I asked her to mount me again. Like the day before, she took my cock inside and gyrated like a pro. The ombré curls brushed my chest as she went back and forth.
It took her only a few minutes to climax and flop on my chest. I had cum inside the condom but didn’t say anything because I was still hard. She looked lovey-dovey with pink ombré hair and middle eastern makeup.
Dark lipstick suited her golden skin. She had exercised day and night to get a toned body. Ramola was a trophy wife/girlfriend/mistress, whatever she wanted to be.
She was so fine. I wanted to fuck her a few times, at least. I saw contraceptive pills in her room and assumed that sex was ‘safe’ with her. After a couple of weeks, she told me her periods had not started. I didn’t think much of it till I saw her using a pregnancy test kit.
Me: But you were using oral contraceptives.
Ramola: Those were for pimples, baby!
We decided to remain calm. Ramola wanted to keep the love child. She said she’ll go back to the States. We had a couple of months before the baby bump appeared. After completing the full tests, we made out in a hospital parking lot.
It was easier than I’d expected. I was lucky enough to avoid a complicated divorce, let alone have a love child.
Two months were over in the blink of an eye. At the airport entrance, it was my turn to surprise Ramola.
Ramola: Baby, you can’t come inside.
Me: I can because I got a project in NYC.
Ramola: Seriously?
Me: Seriously!
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