CHOICE PART I
SweetNothingsAndBeyond
PRELUDE:
WIFE
! The most mysterious creature of this planet! If 'WIFE' happens to be an 'ABBREVATION'... Then there are two 'APT FULL FORMS' to describe this mystic creature on earth!
WIFE: Wonderful Instrument For Enjoyment!
WIFE: Worries Invited For Ever!
Now, it is the sheer luck of the 'Male Folks' as to which one of them they get in their kitty? If they luckily get the first one... Then the world is all rosy for them! But if unfortunately they get the second one... Then life is full of thorns for them! But don't give credit or curse fate altogether for what one gets... Sometime, destiny does have its impact and effect on a person's life irrespective of his wishes and deeds... So, no need succumb to the happenings... Rather, take it as it comes... And flow with it! If survival is the only question to be answered!
Hope you'll like the main two characters of this story... '
GUNJA'
and '
CHANDAN'
... Though, you just can't ignore the other two equally important characters... '
TULSI'
and
'OUMKAR'
... As per the content and development of story... It definitely falls under 'Loving Wife' category... Though there are also strong under-current of 'Romance' and 'Incest' embedded in this story...
You are politely cautioned and humbly requested and the story content... Hence, you may either leave it right away or move over to the vast collection available in Literotica... Or sit back and enjoy reading it for fun and kick...
SweetNothingsAndBeyond
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Year: 2014, Month: March, Date: 31
st
, Day: , Time:17.40 (5.40 PM)
Oumkar (Nick-named 'OUM') slowly left the hand of Gunja... As the train started to depart the Victoria Terminus Railway Station, Mumbai (Bombay) India... Slowly her hand slipped out of his hand... Not before leaving a SanDisk 64 GB Pen-Drive into his departing palm... He gripped it... Very tightly... As if it was his lifeline... (Corrigendum)... Not 'AS IF'... It was his LIFELINE!
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Gunja turned around... Right beside and behind Chandan and Tulsi were standing... Who were also waving at Oumkar... Along with Gunja...
The moment the last bogie of the train disappeared into the oblivion... Chandan's arm came around and encircled Gunja's petite body. Tulsi patted her head lovingly... As she slowly rested her head on Tulsi's shoulder...
Looking at the parallel tracks... Hoping against hopes... For expecting them to meet somewhere in infinity... Seldom realised the fact that... 'Hope Is A Good Breakfast... But Is A Bad Supper!'
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Oum saw Gunja for one last time... As the train gained momentum... His vision became blurred... Not because of the distance... But because of a thick sheen of tears in his glistened eyes... As Gunga's Yellow-Green body-hugging Salwar-Kameez designer-attire completely faded away from his hazy vision...
He slowly walked into his 'AC First-Class Coupe'... Pulled-out the backpack... Took-out the Sony Vio laptop... Plugged-in and switched-on... And put-in the Pen-Drive into the right socket... Clicked-on the 'Open'...
There were two folders -- First one named 'VIDEO'... And the second one named 'SLIDE SHOW'... He opened both folders -- There were seven videos in the first folder and one PPT (Power-Point-Templates) presentation in the other... He made a decision to go for the PPT presentation first...
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"You take care of Gunja... I'll get the car from the parking lot." Saying so Tulsi disappeared into the crowd of the platform and mingled in without a trace.
Chandan made Gunja turned around. She did so and looked up at his face. She was petite... Stood at 5'2"... Whereas he was tall... Stood at 6'3"... It was not about a gap of 1'1"... But a difference of 21 per cent! And that was huge!
Gunja was pixie... Just 118 pounds... To be precise... Because, she was a health freak... And ardent lover of 'YOGA' as well as 'PRANAYAM'... Whereas, Chandan was absolutely massive... Touching 240 pounds... A quantum jump of 203 per cent over her weight... Looming large over her dainty stature... And that was indeed looking pretty crazy!
She had long-straight-black and thick hair... Falling way below her 36" pear-shaped wiggly buttocks... Whereas, he had dense crew-cut hair... With a paint-brush touch of salt-n-pepper!
But talking about the complexion... Chandan was extremely fair... With a tinge of pinkness indicating his healthy personality... And she was a sweet-sexy shiny-dusky beauty... Indicating unparalleled sensuality!
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As the slide-show started... Oum looked-in... The first slide appeared... 'GUNJA in a mind-blowing expression... With a million-dollar nostalgic smile... With an apt-punch-line: 'For Your Eyes Only!' There was a pre-set timer for each slide... As the first slide fizzed-out through the top...
The second crept-in from the bottom of the screen... It had Gunja leaning against a dilapidated British-time oriental-touched pillar... Her lush-n-long hair had covered major part of her left face... And the partial visible right face... Was a beholder's delight!
The third slide was a close-up of her beautiful face... The almond-shaped expressive eyes with thick eyebrows and long eyelashes were more realistic than even a Michel Angelo painting!
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Tulsi was driving the SUV... The all new 4-Wheel drive Scorpio from the House of Mahindras... At 2600 CC... It was a brutal mean-machine... Chandan and Gunja were at the middle row... The AC was running at maximum cooling to beat the heat of March-end Mumbai humidity. Gunja's head was on Chandan's lap... And there was a change in Chandan's facial expression... As a low grunt escaped from his mouth... Tulsi re-adjusted the roof rear-vision mirror... To get a glimpse of the high-voltage-drama... Happening right there on the mid-row extra-cushioned broad seat...
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Oum looked at the new range of slide with back-round music... To enhance visual delight with audio impact... Chandan's penis tip was in Gunja's mouth... Sorry, to call that a 'PENIS'! At a full-blown- length of 12" and a massive girth of 7.5"... It's a massive 'COCK'! Hung like a serpent... As thick and as long as Gunja's forearm! Gunja's pouty lips were stretched beyond the limit of elasticity... And almost at the breaking-point! Saliva was dripping through her 'O'-Shaped mouth... As if she was also Cumming through her mouth! Her eyes had popped-out of their sockets... Even her shiny-dusky cheeks were in the process of changing their colour! That was amazing! As amazing as the caption in the slide... 'MY REAL COCK EXPERIENCE'!
That was humiliation at its 'BEST'? Or 'WORST'? Whatsoever it was... The reality was that... In comparison to Chandan's 12" cock... Oum's 5.5" penis was like a toy!
No wonder, the last night (30
th
March 2014) before his departure from Mumbai Gunja had given him a new-name -- 'TOY-BOY'! Was that an unplanned fun or deliberate leg-pulling... Oum didn't know...
Yet the fact was that... That night... When Oum inserted his 5.5" penis into Gunja's twat... His little-dick was literally floating inside her wide-opened and over saturated pussy with Chandan's cock and cum! Added to the owe was Gunja's harsh statement with a moan, "Don't tease me! Just push your cock in and fuck me like crazy!" Without realising the very fact that... Oum was ball deep inside Gunja's loose cunt! He was unable to feel her cunt muscles around his 4" girth penis! That too just within three weeks of their marriage! He not only felt frustrated! But also humiliated!
A 'Flight Lieutenant' with the Indian Air Force... Aged 28 years... With a height of 5'6" and a weight of 140 pounds... Oum was an average person... With a 5.5" penis he was thinking he was well endowed... Even during their two weeks honeymoon over to Goa was really fun-filled... Until they landed in Mumbai... His life was changed forever!
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"Oh My God!" Cried Gunja off guard! Chandan smirked as he looked down at the dusky beauty, who was staring at his cock with awe! "What happened honey?" He asked.
"You... Are... Huge!" She blurred looking at his tomato size and coloured cock-head and the large orange-size hairy balls.
"Where do I start from?" Asked Gunja in a hotty and husky voice.
"Given a chance... Where from would you like to start?" Quipped Chandan.