A friend's father-in-law paves the way for me to lose my virginity to an American stripper.
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The ad in the paper said, "Available For Private Shows' and provided some details, a few mugshots of female dancers and a phone number. I was anxious as this was my first time. But I gathered some courage and called the number.
"Hi, honey," a sweet voice said from the other end. "What's your pleasure?"
"Uh... I...we...we were wondering if you are available....for...for...a..private...you know..show?" I said, trying to keep my nervousness in check.
"What, hon? You want a stripper? We only have girls, just so you know. I need more details, you know, so I can see who is available. Where and when?"
I was in a daze as I gave her all the details. At the end, all I knew was that I had arranged for a woman called Kristina to come over for two hours on Friday evening.
I put the phone down and looked at the other person in the room, who was looking at me questioningly. He asked, "Yes? Did you do it? Yeah, tell me. Come on, what?"
"Yes, uncle," I replied. "All set. This Friday." His face gleamed as I gave him the details.
A bit of background
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Mahesh and I met when we both came to work in the US in our early twenties, and we immediately hit it off.
We had a lot of common interests. We liked to play and watch all kinds of sports, we shared the joy derived from drinking and smoking, engaged in a lot of outdoor activities like hiking and camping and trekking, visited bars, but stopped short of dating or having girlfriends. We came to rely on each other at work and outside. We carpooled wherever we went, ate together more often than not, were interested in the same kinds of books and movies and cars. We gradually became close friends, and grew more distant from the others.
We both were quite conservative when it came to girls. I had long since reconciled myself to the fact that my marriage would be an arranged one, initiated mostly by my parents, but that I would have the final say. Mahesh was in the same boat as me. The fall of that year, Mahesh's parents had arranged for him to marry, and he took a couple of weeks off work, and returned to the US with his new bride.
Her name was Kalpana. The name meant 'imagination'. And she was beautiful. There was a tacit agreement, a gentleman's code if you will, that decreed a friend's girl or wife was out of bounds. But I couldn't help but ogle at Kalpana. She exuded a quiet sexiness. She was a normal girl, very fair and naturally pretty. I was sure that her very homely features, shy demeanor and soft voice and her overall cool nature belied the heat within. I could see that she tried her best to hide and play down her figure. But her fantastic breasts, slim waist, wide hips, thick thighs and best of all, her gorgeous behind, beckoned to one and all. At least to me. She knew perfectly well the effect she had on boys and men. Kalpana had a great ass, and it was not easy for an ass-man and a panty-man like me to look away. I was envious of Mahesh. Damn!
One day at work, I asked Mahesh to come out for a smoke and was surprised when he declined.
"What, da, Mahesh? What happened?" I asked.
"No da, Murali. I .. I promised Kalpane I'd stop..you know smoking."
"What? Oh my, she has her claws in you already!" I said.
"No no..nothing like that. It's just that, you know, health and stuff."
"Ok, Ok," I said and went on my way.
I could imagine the conversation he and his wife had on this topic.
Kalpana:' If you love me you'll stop smoking'
Mahesh: 'What? Why?'
Kalpana: 'You think it's good for you? Does your mom know about this? They did not tell me you smoked and drank. If I'd known I'd have refused you.'
Mahesh: 'C'mon. Everybody does that. It's normal.
Kalpana: 'Normal for you maybe. Not for me'
Then she must've played the sex card, for sure.
Kalpana: 'Hmm. You stink. Your breath stinks. I will let you come near me or touch me only if you promise not to smoke.
What was a guy to do? Mahesh and I had ridiculed guys who gave in to their wife's unrealistic demands. And now, he too had gone to the dark side!
But that was not all. Mahesh gave up drinking alcohol altogether. His wife must have had an ace up her sleeve to make him give up his favorite Black Label whiskey. What? Did she promise to give him her ass, allow him to fuck her gorgeous ass, if he promised to give up alcohol? Could be. I would have done the same if my wife promised me a daily blowjob. I did not blame him. Mahesh and I grew apart. Our interactions stopped and it happened rather quickly, which surprised me. I don't recall even going to his house more than a couple of times since Kalpana's arrival.
One day at work I overheard someone talking about a party in Mahesh's house that past weekend. Party? At Mahesh's, and I wasn't invited? What was wrong? Was it something I did? Did he see me ogling his wife? I had plenty of opportunities, no doubt, and I grabbed them. What could I do? I was provided unfettered views of Kalpana's ample boobs and deep cleavage, and magnificent ass on many occasions. Was I that obvious?
One day they had gone out shopping and I helped bring stuff back from their car to their apartment. I clearly remember walking up the stairs behind Kalpana. She was wearing a pretty skirt that day and unwittingly my eyes went up her legs. From the beautiful strap leather sandals, up her shapely calves, and thick, marbled thighs. And then....then...her beautiful bright blue panties, hugging her ass. Fantastic, full back panties, tight on her ass cheeks. I was so close I could see the band that went around the top of her thighs, the bottom of her ass cheeks were practically hanging out for me to touch and feel. There was a deep wedgie and it ran up her butt. The image stayed with me for a few days and I masturbated to it many, many times.
++++++ My imagined conversation between Kalpana and Mahesh ++++
Kalpana: 'You really have bad taste in friends.'
Mahesh: What? What do you mean?
Kalpana: Yes. All of them. None of them has clean habits. If you continue being friends with them you'll become one of them'
Mahesh: Come on. It's not like that. They are just friends'
Kalpana: 'Yeah? What friends you have! And that Murali? He is the worst. He is a bad, very bad influence on you. You should stay away from him.'
Mahesh: 'Murali? He's been my best friend here. He's helped me a lot. You don't know him.'
Kalpana:'Well. I don't like him. I don't like the way he looks at me! Eats meat three times a day, morning, evening and night. Hmmph..tell you what? Choose me or your friends!
Mahesh: 'Now you are being dramatic! C'mon!'
Kalpana: 'Dramatic? I am from a pious, religious family and I expected you to be too, like your mom, dad and sisters. Now I come here and see you cavorting with guys who are just, just, just.. I don't know what to say. Drinking, and smoking, and going to bars looking at naked women, and eating meat! I never imagined you would do all these things.
Mahesh (feebly): 'I never eat meat!'
Kalpana: 'Well, you did the other things. If you want me, you'll stop with all this, starting with those friends. I am serious! Promise me this, and I will do anything you want. Anything!'
Mahesh (looking at her sharply): 'What do you mean? By anything?'
Kalpana (softly, eyes down to the floor): 'Remember, what you tried to do, tried to make me do, on Friday night? That thing, you..you.. turned me around and...and..?'
Mahesh (excited, now): 'Yes! I thought you said it will hurt?'
Kalpana: 'Well, I will bear it if you do what I tell you to do! I am willing to do things for you and you are not even thinking about me!'
Mahesh (fucking excited): 'Ok. Really? You'll let me fuck you in the ass? How about what I asked last night? I want to finish in your mouth....Please, please, that too and I will do anything!
Fuck!! Man, I was sure that was their conversation. That scheming bitch! Slut! And Mahesh, that sonofabitch. To be fair, I would have done the same, forsaken everything for my woman who was willing to do anything for me.
But now I wanted to teach her a lesson. But how? What to do? I needed to be patient, take my time and plan well.
That's when Kalpana's dad came into the picture.
After about six months, Kalpana's dad came to stay with them for a while. I called him uncle Murthy. He was retired with nothing else to do in India so what better than to visit the US when the opportunity provided? I learned that he had worked in a company that had an oblique relationship with the Indian Armed Services and had travelled all over the country during his time.
He and I hit it off. Party because I was the only remaining bachelor in the group and in part because I became his smoking and drinking partner.
When I realized his habits, I asked him, "Well uncle, doesn't Kalpana object to all this?"
He said, "She can't control
