Well, it is my life story of five years back and how it changed my life. I am Smriti, presently 30 years with a son, who is just 3 years old. I was married to Sanjeev five years back. At that time I was very slim. I am 5'4" and when I was married I had my figure 34-28-34. My complexion is fair, had hairs up to my shoulder and sparkling eyes.
From the facial point of view I was never considered to be beautiful. But people said that I had a charming appearance. My body growth had been good since my adolescent and I worked hard to keep my figure in shape. During my college life I often got compliments as "sexy" for my sparkling eyes and well maintained figure. I also got proposals from many men as well as class mates. But being from a conservative family background, I never entertained such proposals.
When I was twenty-four plus, my parents started looking for suitable grooms and was finally married to Sanjeev. Sanjeev was then 29 and was working as an engineer in a multinational company. After marriage, we both had a compatible sex life and Sanjeev was a very caring person.
In fact, Sanjeev never insisted for sex after marriage till we grew intimate enough through kissing and embracing each other and it was almost after a week of our wedding that we had our first mating session and it was very wonderful as we devoured each other in the privacy of our bedroom.
But during the week after our marriage Sanjeev shared with me his only one bad habit of taking two pegs of wine before going to bed. My conservative background was initially shocked to learn but as he explained his tiresome nature of duty and the restricted quantity of wine he takes, I accepted it.
After our physical intimacy grew, Sanjeev requested me to give him company by drinking gin so that we can drink together. I rejected his idea initially but then decided to try it once. It was during the second month after marriage that after dinner we two sat together and while Sanjeev sipped his whiskey, I gave him company by sipping gin. To be frank, I didn't like the taste.
However, after our drinking session ended I felt very light and as if I was flying. I was slightly tipsy too. Sanjeev held me in caring embrace as we moved to our bedroom and by the time we were near the bed the pallu of my saree had slipped from my shoulder and my blouse covered boobs were exposed to his view.
Sanjeev was looking lustily at me. His looks created heat in me and I teasingly asked him suggesting about my breasts, "Like to drink the wine stored here too?"
"Yeah, if you agree," replied Sanjeev, "And the wine between your legs too."
"You're a real naughty boy," I mockingly said, "Why can't you ask me directly for it? I'm your wife."
Sanjeev's gentle nature came out in his reply even though he was tipsy too, "Ma'am, you're my wife, not my slave. I can't ask you for something which for which you may not be ready. I'm not like those males who impose their wills on their wives."
I was really overwhelmed at his sober nature. I hugged him, planted a kiss on his lips and said, "Sir, your madam is equally ready for it. Take me to bed."
We never had any problem in our sex life but that night, may be for his reassuring words or may be due to tipsy after effects of the drink, we had a mind-blowing physical intimacy. Sanjeev was giving himself to me in the best possible way he could and I was also surrendering my physical and psychological desires to him. Sanjeev was virile without being passionate. We had sex many times during those two months. But on that night we really got to know each other and loved each other as never before.
Due to some urgent projects of Sanjeev, we could not have our honeymoon tour. That night, after our mating session was over and we were lying in each other's embrace Sanjeev told me that his project jobs would be over in next two or three months and we should schedule our honeymoon tour.
We decided to travel to Jaipur first by train, stay there for two or three days and then to take flights to Delhi and from Delhi fly to Manali. However, it was practically on the sixth month of our wedding when Sanjeev got his leave and we took 1st class AC train from the railway junction nearest to our place.
It was on the 8th of September that we boarded the super fast train for one night's journey to Jaipur. Sanjeev had told me about this train. Its AC first class coup was very luxurious. Made only for two passengers, one berth was at the lower level of the right side while another was at the upper level of the opposite side. It looked like a private room. Sanjeev teased me looking at the coup, "The berths are broad enough, we two can use one."
"Don't be crazy on train," I chided him laughingly, "Along with jerking of the train, I can't stand any other jerking."
Both of us smiled at each other. Sanjeev suggested that I should take the lower berth while he would climb to the upper one. The train was yet to start and keeping the luggages in our coup we came down on the platform to buy bottles of mineral water. Sanjeev had carried drinks so that we can enjoy on board.
Suddenly, we saw Pritam on the platform trying frantically for reservation. Pritam was Sanjeev's classmate and worked in the same company. As per official hierarchy, Pritam was Sanjeev's immediate superior. Pritam told that he had to go to Jaipur urgently for a meeting next morning but was unable to get a reservation. September being festival month, the train was full and Pritam couldn't think of travelling in unreserved coach.
As Pritam tried to contact someone for arranging a reservation, Sanjeev asked me aside, "Can we accommodate him in our coup? It will spoil our privacy and naughty games though."
"Do you think we are going to be naughty onboard the train?" I asked him with awe.
"I had the plan to see how it would be like to make love to my wife on a running train," Sanjeev replied in a naughty tone.
"Keep your naughty plan in your brain," I said emphatically, "No touching and cajoling till we are inside the hotel at Jaipur."
"Very cruel wife," Sanjeev said with a feigned note of frustration.
"Call Pritam and offer him to travel in our coup," I said and added further, "I will be assured that my dear husband will not turn horny in the ruuning train in presence of a third party."
Is this called irony? I was teasing my husband about being safe from him if Pritam was there in the coup without even imagining that my greatest ever threat would be from Pritam.
When Sanjeev offered Pritam to travel with us, he refused telling that he would be intruding our privacy. But as Sanjeev insisted he finally agreed and then jokingly said, "Actually railways should sell a single such berth to the couples and sell the other to distressed passengers like me."