I am a married woman, aged 43, with 2 daughters age 18 and 20 with a husband just retired. My story starts 23 years back when I got married to Rajendra who was at that time 37 year old and a newly qualified accountant. I got to see him first only four days before my wedding day, it was all arranged and there was no way I could ever have objected to this marriage, it had always been like this and till now my parents are still convinced that it was the best thing that could ever happened to me.
My entire life was dedicated towards the family, educating the girls (as I did a BCom as well) and looking caringly after my husband. He hardly had time for us and he was working hard to provide. He was more of a father figure to me, he fucked when he wanted and as he wanted and always to his pace ten or three minutes and it was always his lust that was satisfied. He would then turn off the lights and turn to his usual posture and fall asleep.
During these years, I can count the number of times that I came with him. With years our sexual relationship decrease or became non-existent. Last year when he retired, we left Mumbai for Bangalore, we had saved enough to buy a house down there and leave for our posh flat for the gins still studying at college. I could have never thought that my life would all of a sudden be full of joy again. Rajendra joined the local Chest club and was engrossed in all their activities and in the afternoon he would usually join his newly acquired friends for a couple of drinks.
One good day, we received a letter from a distant cousin of his about his son looking for accommodation to pursue a postgraduate course. Our house had two bedrooms, one for us, and one for the girls when they would come down for vacation. We decided that we could spare his nephew that spare room.
Two weeks later he arrived, he was 23 year old and handsome, the first night it was different to have someone around for a change, dinner was livelier than before as we had not seen the gins for 5 months now. As usual, I changed in my nightwear before heading to the table. The dress was quite revealing with a deep neckline and a good portion of my breast was exposed especially that I never used to wear bras at night. Each time I glanced at Sunil would catch him staring discreetly at my cleavage.
That night, after long time I had wet dreams, I woke in the morning had my shower and looked longingly at.... my nude body in the mirror. My 368 breasts were not as firm as they used to be but they were not sagging and I had a slight tummy. I opened my wardrobe and look for some cholies (blouses) that I always thought was blatantly sexy, these were tailored by my "Booa" (paternal aunt) who visited us in Mumbai. I selected a white one.
The material was so thin that it was nearly transparent and I remembered that my sister whilst visiting from U.S had brought with some kinky underwear (sort of things not sold in India). I made up my mind the black bras would be the one that I would wear, they could hardly contain my breasts and more that half of large brown nipple was sticking out of them. I was busy preparing breakfast when Sunil arrived in the lounge; he came to the kitchen and asked if he could help. I smilingly agreed. I had purposely stuck the palloo (top portion of a saree which covers the torso) in my petticoat, more than of my white breast were popping out of the flimsy choli (knowing that Rajendra would be on the porch reading the morning paper).
Sunil could not stop staring at me, he turned red and as he was still in my pajamas and obviously nor wearing any underwear, I could see a huge bulge rising in his pajamas pants. I was wet, it was after along time that I had the pleasure of seeing someone a monstrous hard-on for me.1 made as if I did not notice him and carried with the daily chores but would always bend in from of him to give a plunging view of my breast, after a while I even opened the 2 top buttons (which was always already straining) and in so doing he could have a glimpse of my large nipples as well.
After a few weeks, we were the best of friends but I never stopped seducing and teasing him. One Sunday, Rajendra had to attend a tournament; we had the day to ourselves. I asked Sunil to accompany me to the market. Having to walk and carry four heavy bags of groceries home, we were sweaty.
I told Sunil I needed a shower; I went to the bathroom and was under the shower when I heard a knock at the door. It was Sunil, he desperately wanted to pee (our bathroom was one room with just a plastic curtain separating the shower) I told him that the door was not locked and he could come in, I intentionally opened half of the curtain that he could not miss seeing in the nude.
