This is my first story to this site. Please enjoy and do let me know what you think about it and if there are any suggestions. This will be a part of series, I have written the initial part, but the subsequent ones, I will post as I write.
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There she was again, standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself, adoring her beauty. She really did love herself. Her face matched with the bindi stuck on mirror positioned right between her eyebrows. She looked heavenly, her Indian fair skin tone, brown hair tied in a loose chignon bun with a strand playing with her fingers near her face. She had almond shaped eyes and hazel brown eye colour going perfectly with her skin tone. Her full lips were looking really luscious with that maroon lipstick. She had a long neck and a beautiful Mangalsutra on her neck. She had a mole near her shoulder peeping through her red blouse, her saree was loosely draped around her. Her navel was looking really attractive peeping through the gap of her saree, she always did wear her saree a few inches below the navel, what's the point of going to gym if you can't show your flat stomach. Her deep and round navel was really inviting. Under her petticoat she had well maintained and good thick thighs. After glancing in the mirror for almost 20 minutes Sheetal at last took the bindi from the mirror and put it properly on her face above her eyebrows just where it looked the best.
Sheetal was a lady desired by anyone who saw her. She never failed to invite attention and glances from men. No one could guess Sheetal was married and had a child. Sheetal was never an exhibitionist but she never hid what God had gifted her. She liked to wear saree with a backless blouse.
Rakesh must have done some really good deeds in his past life to get Sheetal. Rakesh and Sheetal had done an arranged marriage, Rakesh fell in love with Sheetal the moment he saw her, as I said it was impossible for anyone to not fall for her after watching her. Sheetal was from a comparatively weaker economic background whereas Rakesh was well educated, had a good corporate job with a nice six digit salary and as a bonus he wasn't even asking for any dowry of course his family did ask for 250 grams of gold for 'Sheetal's Future', Sheetal's parents were ready on one leg for this proposal.
The date was fixed they had a good marriage with just close family relatives and friends. Sheetal invited quite some attention during her marriage, she was looking stunning in her red bridal saree, appropriate amount of make up and her 250 gms of Gold.
Rakesh was a really good guy unlike other Indian men he didn't pounce on his wife on their wedding night, instead he sat with her and they had a good long chat the whole night, Rakesh believed she was his friend first and then his wife, he wanted to win her emotionally before enjoying her physically. Of course that did not mean he wasn't burning in the fire of lust. He did touch her hand now and then, he did glance at her Bosom making sure she's not looking at him, Duh! Poor Rakesh, he didn't knew women have this sixth sense where they can sense when someone is looking at their intimate parts. Even Sheetal enjoyed it she was really happy seeing how gentle her husband was, she had heard lots of stories from her friends that how men are, how husbands treat their wives, she used to think men just want women for sexual pleasure that's all, but Rakesh made her change that thought. Slowly they started bonding, late night talks turned into late night moans. Rakesh knew if he wins her emotionally, he could enjoy her to the fullest physically.
Rakesh till the date could not forget his first sexual encounter with her. It had been around one and a half week to their marriage, as it was the month of July it was pouring outside. Sheetal used to be at home doing her domestic chores, honestly there wasn't much to do as they had a maid who used to cook and clean. But since after their marriage Sheetal used to cook something little for Rakesh daily. She usually used to spend her time setting up her room or her most favourite thing, looking at the luscious women in the mirror. That day too she set her room, she had a spritz of the perfume Rakesh had gifted her ' Cartier La Panthere' it had a really attractive musky smell.
It was almost the time for Rakesh to be home. Sheetal was wearing a blue saree with backless blouse and short sleeves. She was in the kitchen cooking some kheer for Rakesh, there was quite a bit humidity in air because of which she was sweating a bit, she had a some sweat drops on her neck making her look really attractive her saree was tied below her navel exposing her waist, which also was sweaty. She suddenly felt someone was standing just behind her and she swiftly turned. It was Rakesh he was standing really close to her glancing at her seductive face. She could feel the sexual tension between them, she could feel a tingling sensation between her legs, she was looking at Rakesh's face. His face was really close to hers she could almost feel his breath. He had smoked a cigarette before coming home, but had ate some mint to subside the smell. He could feel her breath as he moved a bit more closer to her. He could smell the distinct smell of her mouth, it was driving him crazy. Her lips were looking really inviting, her half open lips had a small string of saliva between them. He moved in really close to her, his lips nearing hers. Their body heat was increasing as they were burning with lust. Just before he was about to place his lips on hers, his young nephew came running from behind and hugged him, temporarily pulling him out from his lusty world. Sheetal also got alerted and swiftly turned to hide her blushing face. Rakesh lifted his nephew in his arms embarrassingly hiding his boner and walked away to the living room.