Sunita and Heera - A combination redefining bisexuality.
Manjunath was overwhelmed at the sight of his wife getting off the car, he was defused beyond comprehension and was sure this was a ‘nightmare’ and not reality facing him, which it was in the ‘ wee’ hours of that ‘fateful’ morning. He quickly composed his self and quickly closed the rear car door, moved swiftly to the driver seat and swept off to the airport.
Sunita was an exceptional woman, she was wedded for more than 3 years now and Sush was just 2 years old- born out of a series of copulation she had with none other than‘MANJUNATH’.
She and Manju got around to sharing the bed and each other’s vital assets for 'quiet' 2 years now, much before Manju got married, it was not very difficult to see 'genetic' characteristics of Manju in the young child but that way - you can plant ‘similarities’ in almost every combination one picks up, it is very simple.
Manju returned ‘home’ and without a word got on to his sleep, this worried Heera a bit but she ignored it and went about with the whole issue pretty normally, woke up in the afternoon and was surprised to find Manjunath missing from the house, his duty hours were usually in the night and it was unusual to see him off during the day. She went about the house in a typical ‘housewife’ style and got down to brushing her teeth, ‘cleaned’ herself well of the ‘ills and spoils’ of the previous night in a pristine fashion, washed herself thoroughly and after a good ‘manicure’ session, was as pure as ‘crystal’.
Heera was young, just 21-22 years of age and obviously knew it was important to be ‘desirable’, if she had to continue doing what she was at the moment - in fact her only problem was the fact that she was ‘too desirable’.
She was sitting in front of the mirror and adjusting the band around her hair after having drawn the braid well, when the phone rang, “ Hi, I saw you coming pretty late last night, what were you up to - bbitch….’, it was a female voice on the other side.
‘Who the hell are you- and why are you bothered about my timing home?’ shouted Heera on the phone, ‘Well just come over to my house and don’t bother to knock, come straight into the bedroom’, this time Heera could pick up the voice, it was unmistakably that of Sunita.
Heera was in a pale saree with pleats around the feet, and was wearing a drab blouse over a sick looking bra, she did not bother to change and walked across to the main door, looked around and stealthily reached for Sunitha’s house, their main doors were as distanced as a ‘cunt ‘ is from the ‘ass’.
As instructed she reached the bedroom and was stunned with what she saw there- lying prostrate on his stomach was her lawfully wedded husband ‘MANJUNATH’ whose mouth was glued to the ‘faucet’ between Sunita’s sweet legs, except for his wrist watch and the ‘mangalsutra’ around her neck, both of them were as naked as the birds in the sky, Manju was busy lapping at the lovely pussy and there could be no doubt in anybody’s mind that he was enjoying the ‘cuntal’ excretions - it was dewy nectar and extremely 'libiduously' nutritious.