By : Menka Bhatia
My name is Menka, now a 32-year-old woman with an infant babe aged some 8 months. I am very attractive, wheatish in complexion, endowed with a good height (5’7”) and a voluptuous body (36/30/36), and very horny since my adolescence. I came to Mumbai 9 years ago from a small town in Uttar Pradesh. Well, I lost my virginity at 18 to one my senior cousin who used to stay with us to carry on with his studies at a local college.
His name was Shekhar who had not only taught me sex but instilled in me a craze to taste different boys, right from those days when I was in school. And by the end of my high school first time I conceived .but by whom was a great confusion to me it was beyond me whether Shekhar-bhaiya impregnated me or elseone! Those days I used to be often eaten not only by Shekhar and by a few of his friends also, in secret.
But finally Shekhar and two of his friends came forward to my rescue; they took me to Agra to get me secretly aborted, before my parents came to know it all. However, exactly at 18 my parents married me off to a business man, Dipak by name, from another town in UP. My marriage with Dipak did not click; he was impotent; my in-laws were also not good, especially my mother-in-law who ever wanted more dowry. They were mentally torturing me.
And oneday an idea came in my mind to somehow manipulate at least one male member of my Shasural into my favour. With this idea in mind finally I proceeded to induce my octogenarian father-in-law into my favor by simply seducing him. I opted for him that I had often noticed him leer at my mouthwatering body, especially at my elated breasts. By chance a scope came to me soon.
My father-in-law fell ill and my mother-in-law entrusted me to nurse him. My husband was out on his business tour. So I would be looking after him. In a few days my father-in-law recovered, but was still weak. One day he asked me to bathe. I was glad, that I was looking for such an opportunity to straightway touch him intimately or let him do so with me. And what I thought happened shortly. Inside bathroom he grabbed me.
After tacit initial resistance for half a minute I gave in, letting him denude me. He ate me to his heart’s content on the wet bathroom floor, filling me twice with his seed. I promised him regular bouts onwards provided secrecy being maintained. Thenceforth the oldman would often savour my prime youth on the blind side of other members of family. I expected he would father a child with me, but it didn’t happen.
But yet the marriage did not last, and eventually I got a divorce from Dipak. I came home back. Now started learning music (singing), and finally at the age of 23 I landed at Mumbai. At Mumbai I was looking for a break or singing-career in films. And in persuading my ambition I came across many men from films, both Hindus and Muslims. I used to stay at a rented flat in Ossiwara area, all alone, or sometimes with my mother.
As struggler, not unlike other girls in Mumbai films, I would not mind satisfying the concerned horny males whom I met in context of my career. On other hand, my mother would advise me to get a man to be married to. And it was ever in my mind that I should marry a person who would be both horny and extra-liberal or who would not mind my escapades with other males.
Meanwhile, a married man, name Ajay came in my life as my ‘man Friday’ who would take me to different producer’s music-directors etc. I found Ajay at a beauty-cum-massage parlor where he used to work as a masseur. On four or five occasions I got my body oil-massaged by him at that parlor where he tasted my youth. Subsequently he joined me as my secretary. And through him I met a music-composer Babu.
In him I found a ‘dream man’, and I wanted him as my ‘understanding husband’ who could share me with any man he liked. But as he was a married man, I thought of trapping him, both physically and emotionally, by getting me impregnated by him without his knowledge. And as he was fond of me I easily took the opportunity by alluring him to eat me on my unsafe days. And as expected, he made me pregnant.
I said everything to my mother who advised me to give birth to this child. After my pregnancy was confirmed by doctor I purposefully estranged from Babu for a couple of months until the child was born. Thereafter, I again reconciled with Babu, on pretext of our music-career, and this time I joined him as his ‘partner’ in music direction.
Then oneday, in a music-sitting with a new music-Producer, I allowed that middle-aged Producer to take full liberty with me in front of Babu, and in it first time Babu discovered that my breasts were full of milk. He was taken aback, while I smiled to myself. However, the music-tryst of that evening finally ended up in a wild threesome escapade, involving that Producer, Babu and me.
After departure of that Producer I unveiled to Babu the Truth of my motherhood which’s blessed by none other than Babu, and asked him to marry me at a temple in secret, without divorcing his (social or 1st) wife, so that I could be his secret (2nd) wife. Taken aback, Babu finally agreed to wed me in secret. Next month he married me Mumbaidevi temple; Ajay and my parents were present at my wedding.
Well, a tacit understanding was done between me and my husband Babu that I would be living with him only in absence of his ‘legal wife’ at Mumbai, and whenever she visited Mumbai I would stay at my Ossiwara flat with Ajay or my mother and child. I also assured him I would help Babu seduce or eat other girls in my presence or absence, and vice-versa. We are now a very happy sexually-satiated Couple. We now enjoy a promiscuous conjugality. For feedback please mail me at /cdn-cgi/l/email-protection” class=”__cf_email__” data-cfemail=”224f474c49430c404a43564b4312131762454f434b4e0c414d4f”>[email protected]
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