If you have read my earlier story "Maiden Stroke I and II ----, you would be well aware of the state of my body and mind and not to miss -----that of my masseuse!
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After that ecstatic release, I was returning to steady state and just as all men often find the urge to repeat their performance, my male icon started to raise its head! One often wishes there was a manual control which could be switched "ON" and convey the message to the erection center, the need to "rise and shine"!
With such thoughts looming large in my mind, I was trying to be "matter of fact" with Sushma, just as as a master would be expected to be, around a house maid. And then there was the other side of me, which was dying to probe her and extend reciprocal favors to her.
I had described Sush earlier - she was an assertive and a bold woman who came across as street smart. Yet, I had this firm belief, as always, that women like being asked and further, when they say "NO" they actually mean "YES."
It had been a few seconds since the last spurt and so much had crossed my mind. I was desperately trying to read Sush's mind. I had read her body well. Her well-rounded tits did not hide much.
They certainly looked the kind that had been coaxed by many a male lip,mauled by male fingers and not to miss - even been the cleft that male pricks would have loved to enjoy a rhythmic "tit-fuck." The strategic position from where I stood, I had nothing to gain by making her wait any longer or letting her go back desperate and look for the next male to help her with the pent up sex drive!
I gathered myself and asked her with a straight face " Doesn't this kind of manual exercise get you all excited... I mean... wet?" The question came across as one with empathy rather than one with curiosity or mischief.
Sush's retorted back with a straight face and said" Of course, what do you think, Babuji (the Hindi word for "Sir")? After holding a lund (Hindi word for prick) so closely and seeing it ejaculate all over me, what do you expect? After all we women also have desires and needs."
I almost shook myself and said "Of course, you do. I was not trying to find out if you were normal. I was only trying to find out if there was any way I could help you. And if you approve, I would be very happy to see the satisfaction on your face"
Sush almost knowingly smiled and asked, "Babuji, what can you do? My husband does not find me attractive and does not really care about my needs. I used to worry about it earlier. Now, I have stopped and reconciled."
I could sense the detachment in her tone and yet it was clearly masked with a tinge of challenge to me. I almost felt I was being asked if I was up to the task! I mustered my wit and asked her very innocently, " So, do you use sex toys or do you have a female partner?" She was enjoying the conversation, I could say, but she was not sure if I was leading her on. I could sense her mind was weighing her options. Most decisions in such case are made by impulse. There was no logic involved. She need not divulge her sexual habits to me. Yet her wet cunt had its own mind, I thought to myself! Sush smiled and said, " If you really want to know, I have my own little secrets. I do get my sexual release with Kalpna once in a while."
Kalpna is the woman who works in the office in an apartment in the same building. My mind was thinking fast!Is this the best opportunity to get Kalpna to join the group!
So I ventured asking her" What do you ladies do?"
Sush shot back" Well, whatever two ladies would do if they were alone and naked! But, Babuji, don't think I don't like to have a man. That has its own place in my body."
I nodded in an understanding manner. It was half empathy and the other half curiosity! I have always liked to see two women working on each other. Little did I know that I was on the threshold to witness what I had only seen in movies, to be enacted right in front of me!
All this had happened in a span of two minutes since my ejaculation and my reinvigorated hard on!
The fact that the conversation was stimulating me was no secret to Sush - she looked at me as if she wanted to ask me -" Do you usually keep it hard all the time?"
Just then, the doorbell rang...! Here we were at the crescendo of our conversation on our sexual adventures, blood flowing, juices flowing, and imagine the effect an unexpected intruder may have on a die-hard prick like that of mine!
