My And My Wifes Journey Pt 05

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Part 5

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Shweta and I had been married for over six months. Our life routine was set, Monday to Friday, I worked in a remote city. I returned home late Friday night. Shweta had school on Saturday. We had sex two times a week, Saturday night and Sunday night. Shweta had avoided Sanjeev and Atul after her first encounters. Sanjeev would text her a joke or a one-liner like "would love to meet". But Shweta would always make an excuse or say something to change the topic.

There was one other change, we had started using condoms for the past several months. Shweta had made sure that Sanjeev wore a condom, but she had let her guard down with Atul. That made her miserable for over a month since her encounter with Atul. She was in constant fear of becoming pregnant. And after she got her period, she had sworn not to risk it, even with me. Condoms did help me last a couple of minutes longer, because my dick when inside her, was not constantly being squeezed inside her tight vaginal walls. Lasting 3 to 5 minutes was a huge bonus for me.

Shweta would not let me go down on her, and every Saturday, I was dying to lick her vagina. Now and then, she would be so tired after returning from School on a Saturday, that she had no strength to push me off. I would lower her panties, and spend a few minutes licking her extremely hairy pussy. But I found it extremely hard to push her legs apart so that I could taste her salty clitoris. She also wouldn't allow me to put my finger inside her pussy.

I did beg her multiple times in a week to shave her pussy. She always replied that she would think about it. There were times when I would watch porn and I showed her how it is done outside of India. She seemed disappointed that I am still watching porn.

Then an opportunity arose for me to move to the U.K. I was super excited about it. It was a 3 to 5 months visit. I shared it with Shweta and she was excited too, but she told me right away that she would not be able to join me because of her work responsibilities. I was not expecting that at all and was pretty sad to hear it. 2 weeks before my travel to the U.K., I buried myself more in the work. I didn't come home the week before my trip. I was scheduled to fly on a Sunday morning. Instead of returning home on my usual Friday, I returned on Saturday evening. Shweta knew that I was sad about her decision to not join me. It was the first time in our marriage that I was visibly upset. I reached home on Saturday evening and was packing for my flight the next day.

"What time is your flight tomorrow?" asked Shweta.

"At noon, but I will leave for the Airport at 8 am," I replied.

"Can I come to drop you off?" asked Shweta.

"Sure, I will let Sanjeev know," I replied.

Shweta gulped, "Wh. Why is he; is he dropping you off?"

"Yeah, he offered. It will just be easier. Anyway, after he drops me off, he has to pick up someone from the airport," I replied.

Shweta knew it was not a good idea, but she couldn't say anything. After a few minutes of watching me, she said, "I have a surprise for you."

"I am tired right now. Let us talk tomorrow," I replied without looking at her. I moved my suitcases, made some room on the bed, and got onto the bed. I was tired.

"I am sure you will like the surprise. You are leaving tomorrow for 5 months," she sounded pretty sad.

I thought of getting up and hugging her but decided to hold off for a couple of minutes. And the next thing I know is that I woke up at 7 am the next morning. Shweta had tea ready. I jumped off the bed, got into the shower, got dressed, and joined Shweta for tea. Then I realized about last night, and I apologized to her. I told her that I wanted to reply, but I dozed off right away. Shweta is the best wife ever. She smiled and said, "No problem".

I asked her, "So what is the surprise?"

She was wearing her pajamas and T-shirt. She stood up, took my teacup away, and kept it on the kitchen counter. Then she returned and sat on my lap. She then held my right hand and guided it inside her pajamas. I was delighted to touch a HAIRLESS pussy.

"Oh my god," escaped from my mouth. I made her stand up in the living room and lowered her pajamas and panties. This is when I saw the most beautiful sight of my life. A very puffy and fair pussy, and her light brown pussy lips. There was no hair. It looked exactly like the ones in the porn movies, except that it was only mine (at least I thought so). Until then it was all guesswork for me, I had no idea how her vagina looked. It was a thousand times more beautiful than her mom's. I was feeling sorry for even touching her mom's pussy, compared to when to this royal and most beautiful one in front of me.

I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her. I started kissing her pussy mound, and for the first time in my life, I could see her pussy walls. To my surprise, Shweta had also spread her legs a bit, so that I could touch her glory hole. I tried to push my index finger inside, and an "aah," escaped her mouth.

That's when my phone rang. Shweta and I, both looked at the phone screen and read "Sanjeev".

"Mmm," a moan escaped from her mouth.

I put my phone on speaker, and asked, "Hi Sanjeev, where are you?"

"I am downstairs. Ready to go when you are," he replied.

I could suddenly feel Shweta's pussy juices flowing onto my index finger. I gave the credit to my fingering skills. But Shweta knew that it had very little to do with me. She was aroused listening to Sanjeev's voice. She felt excited because it was the first time she realized that she was going to be all by herself for the next 5 months.

"I will be down in a couple of minutes," I said to Sanjeev and I hung up.

It was extremely hard for me to control myself, but there was no time and no choice. I pulled my finger out and pulled Shweta's pajamas and panties up. I got up, held her face, and kissed her eyes and forehead. I told her that this was the best gift ever and that I felt sorry for not enjoying the gift last night.

She understood, and we both had tears in our eyes. We hugged. I then washed my hands. Shweta also got ready to drop me off.

"At least eat something before you leave," Shweta said while heading to the kitchen to grab some breakfast for me.

"There is no time. I will eat something at the airport. Let's go," I replied.

"But I made it for you, it is your favorite dish," I could hear the utensils in the kitchen.

"No Shweta, leave it. Let's go," I didn't want to take any chances with the traffic or last-minute delays.

"At least taste? I have tried something different," Shweta insisted again.

"No, I can't be late. I will get something at the airport," I insisted too.

Shweta reluctantly came out of the kitchen and helped carry my carry-on. We went down by the elevator and then walked to Sanjeev's car while holding hands.

As soon as Sanjeev saw us, his eyes shifted down a bit to see us holding hands. A wave of jealousy went through him. Shweta caught it immediately and tried to take her hand away, but I was unaware and I held her hand tight.

Sanjeev grabbed the two suitcases to load them into the car.

"Let's sit together in the rear seat," I told Shweta. Sanjeev could hear this too.

As I reached to open the rear door, I realized that Sanjeev had put the suitcases in half of the rear seat and there was room for only one person. I was disappointed but didn't think too much of it. I told Shweta to sit in the back seat, and I sat in the front seat. Shweta knew that Sanjeev had intentionally kept the suitcases in the rear seat so that we could not sit together.

We started driving to the airport. Sanjeev and I were making small talk. Meanwhile, the only thoughts in Shweta's mind were, "Is Sanjeev going to fuck me in the car or would he wait until we return? Is he going to fuck me every day? How many times is he going to visit? Am I going to be his wife for the next 5 months?"

Soon we arrived at the terminal. I got down, and we said our goodbyes. I requested Sanjeev to take care of Shweta and just be around in case she needs anything,

"Don't worry about Shweta. She is family," replied Sanjeev.

Shweta knew that by family, Sanjeev meant that he was going to look after her as his wife.

After dropping me off, Sanjeev drove to the arrivals to pick up a friend. He parked on the curbside and was waiting for his friend to arrive.

"How are you?" asked Shweta.

"I am feeling much better now," replied Sanjeev.

Shweta knew why he was saying so. After a brief pause, she asked, "Whom are we waiting for?"

Sanjeev shared that it's his friend and mentor. His name is "Vinay", and he lives in Delhi. Vinay has always guided him in his professional and personal life. He also shared that Vinay is brilliant, he has double PhDs and he is here for a conference later in the evening.

"Is your friend staying with you?" asked Shweta.

"Yes, but please do join us, have lunch with us, and come to the conference. You would love to meet Vinay," replied Sanjeev.

Shweta was very surprised to hear Sanjeev's tone. She was expecting him to drive to a nearby parking lot and make a move on her. Instead, he was being so patient.

"There he is," said Sanjeev while getting out of the car.

Shweta saw a man in his late 40s, with more than half of his hair gray, a very dark skin tone, probably an inch taller than her so probably 5'6", and a big belly. Sanjeev and Vinay shook hands. Vinay then sat in the passenger seat. Sanjeev introduced Shweta and shared that she was Venkat's wife and that they had just dropped off Venkat at the terminal.

"Hello, nice to meet you," said Vinay.

"Hi, same here," replied Shweta.

The 3 then drove to Sanjeev's apartment. Shweta was wearing a yellow salwar kurta. She always wore loose clothes, to not reveal her figure. She noticed that besides saying the first hello, Vinay had not paid any attention to her.

Just before reaching his apartment, Sanjeev stopped his car on the street, He then quickly ran into the medical store and returned within 20 seconds.

"Is everything okay?" asked Vinay.

"Yeah, just needed to pick up a medicine," replied Sanjeev.

Once they reached the apartment, they went in. Vinay immediately got some books out of his bag and started turning the pages. Sanjeev asked Shweta to have a seat, and he went to make tea in the kitchen. After about 10 minutes, he returned with 3 cups of tea.

Shweta loves good tea, and Sanjeev makes amazing chai. Vinay finished his tea without lifting his head from the books he was engaged in. After Shweta finished her tea, she looked up to see Sanjeev looking at her. Sanjeev then got up, he came to Shweta, held her hands to make her stand up from the couch, and started pulling her towards the bedroom.

Shweta could not believe it. There was his friend sitting right there. She looked back at Vinay, but his head and eyes were down and he seemed to have no idea of what was going on.

"We will be back in an hour Vinay," announced Sanjeev.

"Okay," Vinay replied without looking up.

"What are you doing?" Shweta whispered while she was being pulled away.

Sanjeev didn't answer, He pulled her to the bedroom, turned back to close, and locked the bedroom door. He then pushed his hands into the pocket and took a pack of 3 condoms, he then threw them on the bedside.

"Is this why you stopped at the medical store?" Shweta asked in surprise.

"Yes Shweta, but please listen to me. It's been six months. I have waited for this moment. Please don't deny this now. I know that you want me as much as I do," said Sanjeev.

Shweta hadn't had good sex since her encounter with Atul. She was craving great sex too. And whatever mediocre sex I was giving her, I had denied even that from the last 2 weeks. She was in a vulnerable state. All she could do was lift her kurta. She pulled it over her head to remove it. Now she was standing in her bra and salwar. She took a step forward and started kissing Sanjeev. Sanjeev's hands immediately moved to her boobs, and he started squeezing them desperately.

"Ouch, slowly," she whispered.

Then he pulled one of her bra cups upwards, and Shweta's beautiful brown nipple popped out. Sanjeev removed his lips from Shweta's mouth and bent down to suck on her nipple.

"Aah," moaned Shweta.

Sanjeev was pulling her nipples with his lips. Then his teeth accidentally bit her nipple.

"OUCH," screamed Shweta.

"I am sorry, I will be careful," replied Sanjeev.

Sanjeev assumed that the boob must still be hurting, so he pulled her other boob out too and started sucking on her nipple.

Shweta moved her hands to the back of his head and pushed his head closer to her boobs. Sanjeev's hands went behind to unclasp her Bra, and he did so in one swift motion. Then he slid the bra out of her shoulders. He pulled Shweta to the bed, He was lying on his back, and he asked Shweta to be over him, balancing herself on her hands and knees. He was pushing Shweta's shoulder up and was sucking and pulling her nipples in a way that his head was suspended in the air. Shweta's boobs were stretched to their full extent,

"Aaah, aah, slowly, you are pulling too hard; slowly," Shweta pleaded.

Sanjeev was sucking and pulling on one nipple and was mauling her other boob at the same time. He pulled her upper body towards his chest. He was now hugging her. Then he moved his hands to her back and immediately moved them down inside her Salwar to grab her butt. He then started squeezing his butt.

"Oh.. ah, aaah, I am... hug me," moaned Shweta.

With that, she hit her first orgasm. She hugged Sanjeev and started kissing and softly biting Sanjeev's neck and chicks.

Sanjeev got up, sat on his knees, untied her Salwar, and pulled it down to her thighs. He then dragged her panties to her thighs too. Shweta was still going through the orgasm. Sanjeev then used his knee and feet to push her Salwar and panties down to Shweta's feet. While on his knees, and his upper body on Shweta, he untied his pants and pushed his pants and underwear down to his thighs. He then quickly grabbed the condom, tore the wrapper with his mouth, and slid the condom up his dick. Then he folded Shweta's knees. As he was folding them, he pulled the panties and salvar completely off of her legs. He moved his hands down to find Shweta's glory hole, then held his dick, and lined it right in front of her hole. Shweta had just recovered from the orgasm. She opened her eyes, their eyes met, and his dick went into her pussy,

"Aaah.. OH MY GOD," came out of Shweta's mouth.

Sanjeev paused his push.

"Do it, I am okay, don't stop now," said Shweta.

Sanjeev didn't need any permission, but he pretended as if he cared. He slid up a bit and pushed his dick deeper. Shweta pulled her knees towards her chest, and after 5 to 7 more pushes, Sanjeev's entire dick was inside her.

Sanjeev was surprised at how easily his dick had entered compared to the first time when he had fucked her. That first time, Shweta could hardly take it, and now his dick just slid in so easily.

After sliding his dick in and out of her pussy for a minute, Sanjeev moved his hand down to massage her clitoris. He was shocked to touch a shaved pussy. He immediately looked down to see what he was feeling and confirm that it was really all shaved. As soon as he saw her pussy, his reaction was the same as mine. He was in awe. He pulled his dick out of her and bent down to admire the most beautiful skin he had ever seen.

Shweta was surprised when she felt the dick come out and not go back in right away. "What happened?" she asked.

"You are the most beautiful woman in this world," replied Sanjeev.

Shweta looked down and found Sanjeev staring at her pussy. She closed her eyes.

Sanjeev lowered his mouth and started licking her pussy lips.

(I have been married to Shweta for 6 months, we have dated for 2 years, and the first time someone licks her shaved pussy was not me. This fact has always hurt me and I still blame myself for not fucking her the night before I left for U.K.)

Shweta immediately moved her hands down. Sanjeev used his strength to move her hands away from her pussy. He started kissing and licking her pussy mound, pussy lips, he started inserting his tongue into her cunt, and also massaging her thighs.

Then Shweta's phone rang, it was kept on the bedside. I had called Shweta from the airport.

"Hi Shweta, I have cleared security, and my flight is about to board. Have you reached home?" I asked Shweta.

"Hi; oh hi; that is great. I am home," replied Shweta.

"Did Sanjeev leave?" I asked.

"No, he is still here," Shweta replied, but then she immediately regretted sharing it.

Sanjeev had slowed down his licking so that there were no slurping sounds in the background. But his lips were still moving on her pussy and his nose was closely taking in all the smells.

"Great, what are you going to do for the rest of the day?" I asked Shweta.

"I made breakfast; actually, it's the same breakfast that I was asking you to try, but you couldn't wait," replied Shweta.

"I am so sorry Shweta. But it's good! Sanjeev started his day early for us. I am glad you asked him to stay for breakfast," I replied.

"He is eating it; I hope he likes what I am giving him," Shweta replied.

Hearing those words from Shweta, Sanjeev's eyes widened and he looked up in shock, wondering what Shweta was talking about. Is she talking about him eating her pussy?

"Great, your cooking is always the best. Can you put me on speaker, I want to say thanks to Sanjeev again" I replied.

"Uh, okay," she jerked her pussy and waist up, to get Sanjeev's attention. She then moved her lips and without uttering any words said "ON SPEAKER". She then clicked the speaker button on her phone. "Hi, you are the speaker," she informed me.

"Hey man, thanks. I am glad you are giving company to Shweta. How do you like the breakfast? Isn't she the best cook?" I asked Sanjeev.

"Hi Venkat, yeah, I have just now started eating it. But I cannot stop myself. This is delicious. I am so jealous of you," replied Sanjeev.

Sanjeev and Shweta were looking into each other's eyes.

"I know, she wanted me to eat breakfast before I left, but you were already there. Now I will have to eat whatever I can find. But you make sure that you eat as much as you can," I told Sanjeev.

"Yep, that is the plan. I am going to lick it, I mean lick the plate too, haha," Sanjeev replied.

"Hey Sanjeev, Shweta loves to go on a drive. If you have the time, please take her on one, especially today, she must be feeling lonely," I asked.

"Yeah sure, as soon as I finish eating it, I will take her," replied Sanjeev.

"Go slow man. She doesn't enjoy it if it is too fast," I asked.

"Don't worry about it. I will go slow first, I will let her adjust, and then I will go fast. You leave it up to me. I will make sure that she enjoys the ride," said Sanjeev.

"Okay, sounds good. You guys figure it out. Hey listen, I will get going now, they are boarding," I then hung up.

Shweta was still lying naked on her back and Sanjeev was on his knees between her legs. Shweta was feeling a bit ashamed and guilty of how her husband was being deceived, so she looked the other way.

Sanjeev didn't care, he pushed himself back and got down from the bed. His condom had become too dry, so he pulled it out and ripped the packaging of the second condom. He then slid it onto his dick. Shweta was witnessing the entire play. She was enjoying his strong frame. Then he pulled Shweta's knees. Shweta's butt was now at the edge of the bed. He again inserted his dick, this time, it pretty much went all the way in, in just a couple of strokes. He started sliding it in and out, Shweta was looking away. Then Sanjeev started pumping her harder and harder. Shweta's moans returned, and she turned her head back to look at Sanjeev.