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Dear avsji thanks for laying a fulfilling lunch meal. Read it through during my lunch time.
Just like Deby's Di, I'm also satisfied.
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Good to know that you are satisfiedDear avsji thanks for laying a fulfilling lunch meal. Read it through during my lunch time.
Just like Deby's Di, I'm also satisfied.
Ashu
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The same evening, I chatted with Gabi’s mother with an objective to share my intention of remarrying, and I did not know what kind of reaction to expect from her, if any. Gabi’s family and I had only occasionally shared greetings since my last detailed call to them. I did not know her or any of the remaining family members at all, and I did not know how she really took the news of my Gabi’s passing. Did she blame me for her death? I had no idea.
I was pleasantly surprised when she spoke to me in a very cordial manner. She asked for my forgiveness for her earlier rude behavior towards me and Gabi. I could not think of what to say - we were well beyond that now, weren’t we? So much water had flown under the bridge since then. I told her that there was no need to ask forgiveness for anything. She might have had her own perspective, which lead to however she behaved. But we spoke in very cordial manner. She discussed my life and told me about theirs. She also shared the news her son and his wife were expecting their first child and how it would have been an amazing life for her with both his and Gabi’s children surrounding her. That one bit really pierced my heart, but somehow, I controlled myself and did not show any pain. She then asked me if I could share some photos of me and Gabi with her, which I did - from the time of our wedding. I had all our photos in the computer, and I mailed a few with her. I could hear real emotions as she saw our photos.
She jokingly added that Gabi earlier shared my naked photo with her, and that she liked me. But she was so jealous of Gabi that she could not be happy for her and went on to deride her and then me. I assured her that there were no hard feelings in me now that her own heart was at peace, and I shared one photo from our wedding, in which Gabi was fully nude, wearing only all her jewelry and henna! She exclaimed how beautiful and happy she looked. She also said that in just a few months together with me, she became healthier and looked more beautiful. She then sheepishly asked whether I had a photo in which both of us were naked. I don’t know why, but I was in a very good mood to grant her all her wishes. I agreed and shared a few photos where both of us were stark naked.
"Oh Amar, it is pornography! But I love it because its stars my children!" she told.
I was very happy to hear her addressing me as one of her children. That was sufficient to calm my heart. I just hoped that things were different from the outset.
It was around then that I thought it to be a conducive time to broach the topic of my intentions to remarry. I told Gabi’s mother that I wanted to remarry. She hesitated for a moment, but then said that she felt happy that I told her. It made her feel like one with my family. She said that Gabi was closer to me than she was to her, so she found assurance that some part of Gabi still lived in me, and that as long as I remembered her, she believed that Gabi’s spirit would live on. She said that she was very happy that I was marrying, as Gabi herself would have wanted me to do that. She believed that it was important to be happy, raise a good family, and be a positive contributor to society.
She asked me several questions about Devy - how she was, her nature, what she did, how well we both went along, etc. and assured me that she would meet us one day for sure. On her request I shared Devyani’s photo with her, to which she returned several appreciative remarks. Towards the end of our talk, I sensed that she hesitated a bit in saying what she really wanted. When I urged her to say it, she made a request to share all our (Gabi’s and mine) photos with her. She said that in her extreme foolishness she did not value us, but it would really mean a lot to her if I did this one little thing for her, so that she could see her in our happy times together. I assured her that I would burn a CD full of our photos and videos together and post it to her! She was happy and send me kisses for a very happy future with Devyani. I made a mental note to send the Sousa family the wedding invitation.
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I visited Devyani’s home next weekend. As expected, the entire family was present there, which was always a great sign. I met Jayanti Didi’s husband, who did not come across as a very warm person. I could see many differences in their personalities. He greeted me in a very customary manner. Her father on the other hand greeted me warmly. Both the women were wearing lehenga choli: it suited the occasion.
It showed that he was genuinely interested in pursuing our relationship and take it forward. The food was great, and quantity was a lot. There was paneer pakoda, and their own recipe of delicious noodles, which is what I loved to eat every time I went out with Devy, and then there was a crunchy, Mediterranean salad which I simply loved. So, the family wanted me to feel welcomed and at home.
“Put some imli chutney and a drop of red chilli sauce on it,” Devy’s Dad told me, “... it is that little sting... you know... you will love it!”
I did that and it was yum!
“Oh! This is so tasty! Thank you!” I said.
Her Dad nodded in appreciation. He liked the fact that I immediately agreed to what he proposed to. I guess, fathers are like that… especially the traditional ones. We had a little chit chat – those so called ‘ice-breakers’ leading to the real talk. And finally, it came.
“So how are you two love-birds doing?” he asked. “How long you two have been together?”
“It will be around six months now.” I said, looking in Devy’s direction. She smiled.
“That has been some time. But looks like your relationship is on a fast track to nowhere?” her dad asked, or rather, commented.
It was a little joke, with a touch of irony.
“Don’t worry. That is why we are here. Aren’t we? Without me, it won’t go anywhere, anyway… right? So, today we need to sort the wedding business out.” he added magnanimously.
This is not usually the case in India, when the parents of a girl are actively looking for a partner for her, and that too for a while. In these cases, the girl side is a bit defensive. But I am not a sucker for who has an upper hand, so long as I am able to get married to Devyani. It is important to get the right life-partner, and not be a stickler for such idiocy.
“Sir,” I started, “I am hoping that...”
“Easy young man,” her Dad broke in. “Relax. It is about time that you two,” he pointed his finger at me and then Devyani, “… be together... for life, that is!”
“Oh Daddy!” Devyani exclaimed in sheer happiness and jumped from her seat, hugging him.
“Really!” her Dad said. “You two should enjoy each other while you are young. Yes. Take it from this old man. I know what I am talking about.”
“We... umm..” I could not think of anything to say.
“So, young man, I want to meet your parents so that we can finalize the wedding arrangements.”
“Oh sir!”
“Oh, don’t sir me, son. Start calling me Daddy.” he seemed in a very jolly mood. Really, he was nothing like how the two women had described him to be… and it was a very good thing, really.
Both Jayanti and Devyani hinted at their father’s desire to have a son. The fact that both his daughters liked me, really strengthened my case in his eyes. The elder son-in-law had a good reputation - he was well behaved and looked after Jayanti and loved her. I on the other hand had better education and I was better settled for my age. I too loved his daughter. So, overall, I was getting preference. It might also have something to do with my age - me being the youngest there!
“You know…”, he continued, “one of my friends, an ex-colleague really, has this beautiful farmhouse, nearly two- or three-hours’ drive from here. He is always after me to spend a weekend down there. To enjoy nature, peace, solitude... away from all this... noise… traffic… people… I am certain that he would not mind if you two went there…, yes, in my stead, and enjoyed his hospitality. Not that there is much to do… I think you will have the entire farmhouse to yourself, you can have food there, which is cooked from the vegetables grown in the farm. I understand that the farmhouse is a bit old, but my friend says the scenery is terrific… rustic!”
The idea was interesting, and more so because it was coming from Devy’s dad. So, was he suggesting that I can take her daughter and spend a couple of nights with her, before even being married! Wow! That was bold for a man who has been painted as a strict traditionalist!
“Daddy?” exclaimed Jayanti in sheer disbelief.
“Yeah yeah! I know. I know. But don’t think that your Daddy going senile. What’s the harm? I want them to get married as soon as possible. If their marriage is inevitable, then why should I be a prude?” he seemed very comfortable with what he said. He then clarified his position,
“It is not that I want you two to have sex without marriage. It is just that I want you to get married fast.”
“Oooohhh Daddy Daddy!” shouted Devy and gave him a very tight hug! “I love you so much, Daddy!”
“Are you happy, my dear?”
“Very happy, Daddy! Very happy… this is the happiest day of my life!”
“I wish way more happier days than today for you, honey!” then he looked at me, “So young man, please let your parents and I meet… as soon as possible. Tell us a time, and I can go and meet them. I also gather that you have an extended weekend next week. So, why not make a plan and take Pinky to the farmhouse?”
“Yessir!”
“Huh?”
“Oh, I mean, Daddy!”
“That’s my boy! … and stay here for the night.”
“No sir… that won’t be a problem. I don’t live too far.”
“Still… it is about 11pm. So, I insist. Stay. Leave in the morning, after breakfast. Good night!” he winked and bid us adieu for the night.
“I think, you can sleep in Pinky’s room.” Jayanti Didi too winked at me and took her husband’s hand and proceeded towards her bedroom. He too had a smirk on his face.
I was pleasantly surprised when she spoke to me in a very cordial manner. She asked for my forgiveness for her earlier rude behavior towards me and Gabi. I could not think of what to say - we were well beyond that now, weren’t we? So much water had flown under the bridge since then. I told her that there was no need to ask forgiveness for anything. She might have had her own perspective, which lead to however she behaved. But we spoke in very cordial manner. She discussed my life and told me about theirs. She also shared the news her son and his wife were expecting their first child and how it would have been an amazing life for her with both his and Gabi’s children surrounding her. That one bit really pierced my heart, but somehow, I controlled myself and did not show any pain. She then asked me if I could share some photos of me and Gabi with her, which I did - from the time of our wedding. I had all our photos in the computer, and I mailed a few with her. I could hear real emotions as she saw our photos.
She jokingly added that Gabi earlier shared my naked photo with her, and that she liked me. But she was so jealous of Gabi that she could not be happy for her and went on to deride her and then me. I assured her that there were no hard feelings in me now that her own heart was at peace, and I shared one photo from our wedding, in which Gabi was fully nude, wearing only all her jewelry and henna! She exclaimed how beautiful and happy she looked. She also said that in just a few months together with me, she became healthier and looked more beautiful. She then sheepishly asked whether I had a photo in which both of us were naked. I don’t know why, but I was in a very good mood to grant her all her wishes. I agreed and shared a few photos where both of us were stark naked.
"Oh Amar, it is pornography! But I love it because its stars my children!" she told.
I was very happy to hear her addressing me as one of her children. That was sufficient to calm my heart. I just hoped that things were different from the outset.
It was around then that I thought it to be a conducive time to broach the topic of my intentions to remarry. I told Gabi’s mother that I wanted to remarry. She hesitated for a moment, but then said that she felt happy that I told her. It made her feel like one with my family. She said that Gabi was closer to me than she was to her, so she found assurance that some part of Gabi still lived in me, and that as long as I remembered her, she believed that Gabi’s spirit would live on. She said that she was very happy that I was marrying, as Gabi herself would have wanted me to do that. She believed that it was important to be happy, raise a good family, and be a positive contributor to society.
She asked me several questions about Devy - how she was, her nature, what she did, how well we both went along, etc. and assured me that she would meet us one day for sure. On her request I shared Devyani’s photo with her, to which she returned several appreciative remarks. Towards the end of our talk, I sensed that she hesitated a bit in saying what she really wanted. When I urged her to say it, she made a request to share all our (Gabi’s and mine) photos with her. She said that in her extreme foolishness she did not value us, but it would really mean a lot to her if I did this one little thing for her, so that she could see her in our happy times together. I assured her that I would burn a CD full of our photos and videos together and post it to her! She was happy and send me kisses for a very happy future with Devyani. I made a mental note to send the Sousa family the wedding invitation.
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I visited Devyani’s home next weekend. As expected, the entire family was present there, which was always a great sign. I met Jayanti Didi’s husband, who did not come across as a very warm person. I could see many differences in their personalities. He greeted me in a very customary manner. Her father on the other hand greeted me warmly. Both the women were wearing lehenga choli: it suited the occasion.
It showed that he was genuinely interested in pursuing our relationship and take it forward. The food was great, and quantity was a lot. There was paneer pakoda, and their own recipe of delicious noodles, which is what I loved to eat every time I went out with Devy, and then there was a crunchy, Mediterranean salad which I simply loved. So, the family wanted me to feel welcomed and at home.
“Put some imli chutney and a drop of red chilli sauce on it,” Devy’s Dad told me, “... it is that little sting... you know... you will love it!”
I did that and it was yum!
“Oh! This is so tasty! Thank you!” I said.
Her Dad nodded in appreciation. He liked the fact that I immediately agreed to what he proposed to. I guess, fathers are like that… especially the traditional ones. We had a little chit chat – those so called ‘ice-breakers’ leading to the real talk. And finally, it came.
“So how are you two love-birds doing?” he asked. “How long you two have been together?”
“It will be around six months now.” I said, looking in Devy’s direction. She smiled.
“That has been some time. But looks like your relationship is on a fast track to nowhere?” her dad asked, or rather, commented.
It was a little joke, with a touch of irony.
“Don’t worry. That is why we are here. Aren’t we? Without me, it won’t go anywhere, anyway… right? So, today we need to sort the wedding business out.” he added magnanimously.
This is not usually the case in India, when the parents of a girl are actively looking for a partner for her, and that too for a while. In these cases, the girl side is a bit defensive. But I am not a sucker for who has an upper hand, so long as I am able to get married to Devyani. It is important to get the right life-partner, and not be a stickler for such idiocy.
“Sir,” I started, “I am hoping that...”
“Easy young man,” her Dad broke in. “Relax. It is about time that you two,” he pointed his finger at me and then Devyani, “… be together... for life, that is!”
“Oh Daddy!” Devyani exclaimed in sheer happiness and jumped from her seat, hugging him.
“Really!” her Dad said. “You two should enjoy each other while you are young. Yes. Take it from this old man. I know what I am talking about.”
“We... umm..” I could not think of anything to say.
“So, young man, I want to meet your parents so that we can finalize the wedding arrangements.”
“Oh sir!”
“Oh, don’t sir me, son. Start calling me Daddy.” he seemed in a very jolly mood. Really, he was nothing like how the two women had described him to be… and it was a very good thing, really.
Both Jayanti and Devyani hinted at their father’s desire to have a son. The fact that both his daughters liked me, really strengthened my case in his eyes. The elder son-in-law had a good reputation - he was well behaved and looked after Jayanti and loved her. I on the other hand had better education and I was better settled for my age. I too loved his daughter. So, overall, I was getting preference. It might also have something to do with my age - me being the youngest there!
“You know…”, he continued, “one of my friends, an ex-colleague really, has this beautiful farmhouse, nearly two- or three-hours’ drive from here. He is always after me to spend a weekend down there. To enjoy nature, peace, solitude... away from all this... noise… traffic… people… I am certain that he would not mind if you two went there…, yes, in my stead, and enjoyed his hospitality. Not that there is much to do… I think you will have the entire farmhouse to yourself, you can have food there, which is cooked from the vegetables grown in the farm. I understand that the farmhouse is a bit old, but my friend says the scenery is terrific… rustic!”
The idea was interesting, and more so because it was coming from Devy’s dad. So, was he suggesting that I can take her daughter and spend a couple of nights with her, before even being married! Wow! That was bold for a man who has been painted as a strict traditionalist!
“Daddy?” exclaimed Jayanti in sheer disbelief.
“Yeah yeah! I know. I know. But don’t think that your Daddy going senile. What’s the harm? I want them to get married as soon as possible. If their marriage is inevitable, then why should I be a prude?” he seemed very comfortable with what he said. He then clarified his position,
“It is not that I want you two to have sex without marriage. It is just that I want you to get married fast.”
“Oooohhh Daddy Daddy!” shouted Devy and gave him a very tight hug! “I love you so much, Daddy!”
“Are you happy, my dear?”
“Very happy, Daddy! Very happy… this is the happiest day of my life!”
“I wish way more happier days than today for you, honey!” then he looked at me, “So young man, please let your parents and I meet… as soon as possible. Tell us a time, and I can go and meet them. I also gather that you have an extended weekend next week. So, why not make a plan and take Pinky to the farmhouse?”
“Yessir!”
“Huh?”
“Oh, I mean, Daddy!”
“That’s my boy! … and stay here for the night.”
“No sir… that won’t be a problem. I don’t live too far.”
“Still… it is about 11pm. So, I insist. Stay. Leave in the morning, after breakfast. Good night!” he winked and bid us adieu for the night.
“I think, you can sleep in Pinky’s room.” Jayanti Didi too winked at me and took her husband’s hand and proceeded towards her bedroom. He too had a smirk on his face.
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“What just happened?” I said with a confused look at my face.
“That must have been Didi’s magic! She has still wrapped Daddy around her pinkie finger!” Devy smiled and started to unhook her choli.
“What are you doing!” I hissed, “Have you gone mad? What if someone walks in right now?”
Devy ignored my incredulity, “You know what I want to do? Don’t you?”
Of course, I knew. I had an overactive libido, and I knew how to identify a woman in heat, which was exactly what Devy was right then. She looked up at me with a devilish smile on her face.
She was already halfway down unhooking, “I want to fuck!”
“But…” I knew everyone in the household was wide awake right now.
“Oh honey, don’t stop me please! I want to walk you to my room naked, and then make hot passionate love with you!” she moaned wantonly, unhooking the last hooks. She was not wearing any bra inside. He luxurious breasts were displayed tantalizingly.
I could not help but compare her breasts with Jayanti’s, Mom’s, Gabi’s, Kajal’s and that woman’s - even with Rachna’s. All women in my life had amazing and beautiful breasts; Devy’s were the most wonderful, beautiful, and womanly. My penis lurched as her breasts moved seductively. They shimmied when she pulled her choli off, and then swung from side to side as she leaned over me.
She moved until her face was right in front of mine, and have me a big, passionate kiss, sticking her tongue right in my mouth. After the kiss she lifted her face up a bit, licking her lips. Holding herself above me with one hand, she lifted her other hand to one of her breasts.
“You want to suck?”
I really could not do anything other than nod. Just a little nod. I know that even at very old age, I can not say no to sucking a woman’s breasts. I think that is one of the most comforting things to do.
Before I had even nodded, she was already moving, lifting her chest up above my face, and she planted her breast right on my mouth. I opened my mouth, and her nipple was in. I was in heaven; her breast was so warm, and so soft, womanly, and motherly. Her nipple was stiff in my mouth as I sucked, pulling her whole nipple in, lapping at it with my tongue, and I sucked and sucked and sucked, just like a little baby. The experience with Jayanti was fresh in my mind.
“Oh my god!” she said as she held her breast to my mouth, “I am so horny! I need you inside me so badly!”
She pulled her breast out of my mouth and rolled off to the side and started to get rid of her lehenga. I helped her by pulling the string of her lehenga and undid that. The heavy material simply slid off her hips. She was wearing pink panties though. I pulled it down and noticed nice, wet patch at the crotch. She was butt-naked in no time!
“Let us go, and you mister, make love to me the entire night, and also tomorrow.”
I worried that the way Devy was going, it was going to be a quickie, despite all the art that I knew. As I directed my penis into her, I could feel the slickness. She was fully lubricated, and I could get my penis all the way in with just one stroke.
My heart was pounding hard - I was making love to her knowing very well that the room’s door was wide open, and that everyone in the household was awake and that they could walk in on us anytime! But I continued to focus on the job at hand… errm, at penis! My entire penis was surrounded by luxurious heat and wetness, as I slid back and forth in to her. She was making the most wonderful little noises, “Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh.”
I pumped in matching unison.
“Oh my god,” she whispered above me, “I love you… I love your little one inside me!”
What a sweet girl! I pressed my mouth against hers and pushed my tongue in and started pumping with more vigor as we kissed. I must have fucked her for close to fifteen minutes by then. Her pussy was leaking love juices. I could feel that my own orgasm was building.
She instinctively knew (or perhaps she deduced from the duration of our lovemaking). She whispered in my ear, “Honey, are you going to come?”
I winked.
“Come inside me.” she whispered erotically.
“Oh, god,” I almost yelled as I felt my semen rushing down my penis, and my balls clenched up tight against me as if they were trying to do their part to increase the force of my ejaculation. And then I came; I had just shoved my penis deep inside her, so that I was impaling her completely, her pussy lips splayed wide around my scrotum, my head as deep inside her as it could possibly go. My ejaculate fired out of me, a big, long, excruciatingly wonderful stream of semen, deep inside her eager vagina.
“Oh yes!” she yelled, looking up at the ceiling. I was drained but kept moving inside her until I was completely empty and then finally stopped. She gave me another big kiss and then looking at me with her pretty eyes said, “Thanks, I needed that so badly!”
I climbed off her and lay down next to her.
“Honey, I have a few secrets to share with you…” I said in the afterglow of our fresh lovemaking.
“Mmmm?” she purred, nicely naked and nicely snuggled against me.
“I don’t want to keep any secrets from you… I don’t want any strain in our married life.”
She smiled, “Okay!”
“I have had female partners other than you.”
“I know.” she again purred, gently caressing the hair on my chest.
“Other than Gabi, of course.”
“Hmm mm..!”
“I made love to my maid; several times.”
“Okay!” Her hand stopped, as if she was thinking and then she said, “Tell me about it?”
I told. Everything.
“Let me meet with Kajal? Okay honey?”
“Yes.” I said in a low voice.
“Oh… I am not angry honey! Not at all. Now that we are sharing secrets, let me tell you a few of mine as well?”
Not waiting for me to say anything, Devy started to tell me everything about her past, her own sexual experience with her ex-boyfriend, past crushes, and fantasies etc. She told me how Di tried to hook her with a few of her friends and even Jiju. He refused but seen her naked a few times. Her biggest fantasy was about swapping. It was all interesting to know how daring and bold she could be.
“That must have been Didi’s magic! She has still wrapped Daddy around her pinkie finger!” Devy smiled and started to unhook her choli.
“What are you doing!” I hissed, “Have you gone mad? What if someone walks in right now?”
Devy ignored my incredulity, “You know what I want to do? Don’t you?”
Of course, I knew. I had an overactive libido, and I knew how to identify a woman in heat, which was exactly what Devy was right then. She looked up at me with a devilish smile on her face.
She was already halfway down unhooking, “I want to fuck!”
“But…” I knew everyone in the household was wide awake right now.
“Oh honey, don’t stop me please! I want to walk you to my room naked, and then make hot passionate love with you!” she moaned wantonly, unhooking the last hooks. She was not wearing any bra inside. He luxurious breasts were displayed tantalizingly.
I could not help but compare her breasts with Jayanti’s, Mom’s, Gabi’s, Kajal’s and that woman’s - even with Rachna’s. All women in my life had amazing and beautiful breasts; Devy’s were the most wonderful, beautiful, and womanly. My penis lurched as her breasts moved seductively. They shimmied when she pulled her choli off, and then swung from side to side as she leaned over me.
She moved until her face was right in front of mine, and have me a big, passionate kiss, sticking her tongue right in my mouth. After the kiss she lifted her face up a bit, licking her lips. Holding herself above me with one hand, she lifted her other hand to one of her breasts.
“You want to suck?”
I really could not do anything other than nod. Just a little nod. I know that even at very old age, I can not say no to sucking a woman’s breasts. I think that is one of the most comforting things to do.
Before I had even nodded, she was already moving, lifting her chest up above my face, and she planted her breast right on my mouth. I opened my mouth, and her nipple was in. I was in heaven; her breast was so warm, and so soft, womanly, and motherly. Her nipple was stiff in my mouth as I sucked, pulling her whole nipple in, lapping at it with my tongue, and I sucked and sucked and sucked, just like a little baby. The experience with Jayanti was fresh in my mind.
“Oh my god!” she said as she held her breast to my mouth, “I am so horny! I need you inside me so badly!”
She pulled her breast out of my mouth and rolled off to the side and started to get rid of her lehenga. I helped her by pulling the string of her lehenga and undid that. The heavy material simply slid off her hips. She was wearing pink panties though. I pulled it down and noticed nice, wet patch at the crotch. She was butt-naked in no time!
“Let us go, and you mister, make love to me the entire night, and also tomorrow.”
I worried that the way Devy was going, it was going to be a quickie, despite all the art that I knew. As I directed my penis into her, I could feel the slickness. She was fully lubricated, and I could get my penis all the way in with just one stroke.
My heart was pounding hard - I was making love to her knowing very well that the room’s door was wide open, and that everyone in the household was awake and that they could walk in on us anytime! But I continued to focus on the job at hand… errm, at penis! My entire penis was surrounded by luxurious heat and wetness, as I slid back and forth in to her. She was making the most wonderful little noises, “Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh.”
I pumped in matching unison.
“Oh my god,” she whispered above me, “I love you… I love your little one inside me!”
What a sweet girl! I pressed my mouth against hers and pushed my tongue in and started pumping with more vigor as we kissed. I must have fucked her for close to fifteen minutes by then. Her pussy was leaking love juices. I could feel that my own orgasm was building.
She instinctively knew (or perhaps she deduced from the duration of our lovemaking). She whispered in my ear, “Honey, are you going to come?”
I winked.
“Come inside me.” she whispered erotically.
“Oh, god,” I almost yelled as I felt my semen rushing down my penis, and my balls clenched up tight against me as if they were trying to do their part to increase the force of my ejaculation. And then I came; I had just shoved my penis deep inside her, so that I was impaling her completely, her pussy lips splayed wide around my scrotum, my head as deep inside her as it could possibly go. My ejaculate fired out of me, a big, long, excruciatingly wonderful stream of semen, deep inside her eager vagina.
“Oh yes!” she yelled, looking up at the ceiling. I was drained but kept moving inside her until I was completely empty and then finally stopped. She gave me another big kiss and then looking at me with her pretty eyes said, “Thanks, I needed that so badly!”
I climbed off her and lay down next to her.
“Honey, I have a few secrets to share with you…” I said in the afterglow of our fresh lovemaking.
“Mmmm?” she purred, nicely naked and nicely snuggled against me.
“I don’t want to keep any secrets from you… I don’t want any strain in our married life.”
She smiled, “Okay!”
“I have had female partners other than you.”
“I know.” she again purred, gently caressing the hair on my chest.
“Other than Gabi, of course.”
“Hmm mm..!”
“I made love to my maid; several times.”
“Okay!” Her hand stopped, as if she was thinking and then she said, “Tell me about it?”
I told. Everything.
“Let me meet with Kajal? Okay honey?”
“Yes.” I said in a low voice.
“Oh… I am not angry honey! Not at all. Now that we are sharing secrets, let me tell you a few of mine as well?”
Not waiting for me to say anything, Devy started to tell me everything about her past, her own sexual experience with her ex-boyfriend, past crushes, and fantasies etc. She told me how Di tried to hook her with a few of her friends and even Jiju. He refused but seen her naked a few times. Her biggest fantasy was about swapping. It was all interesting to know how daring and bold she could be.
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Things had escalated at a rapid pace at Devyani’s home, and I needed to bring my parents up to speed. I discussed Devy with my parents. They were happy to know that I found love again. Ma even joked about the fact that Devyani was much older to me, and that she can treat her as her younger sister as well. I am amazed at how big my parent’s hearts are! They are ready to welcome anyone, to love anyone, to accept anyone who I love! After we were done discussing, Dad said that they would like to come over and meet Devyani as soon as possible. I agreed and told them that that is what I intended to discuss with them next.
Indian railways had very recently launched ‘tatkal’ reservation scheme… only about a month ago. Not many people knew about it, so it was easy to get a tatkal train booking. Dad booked their travel tickets for the very next day and came to the city the day after. I had informed Devyani that my parents wanted to meet with her, and she was happy to see them at the earliest, albeit she was a bit nervous. I asked her the reason why she felt like that, to which she replied that her biggest concern was our big age difference. I told her that it was not any issue with me, or with my parents as the only thing that they wanted was our happiness.
I don’t know how much I was able to placate Devyani with my reasoning, but when my parents and Devy met, there was no obvious sign of awkwardness in their meeting. Devy started to feel and behave very comfortable in their company within half an hour of meeting with them. So much comfortable that I felt comfortable leaving her alone with them.
When Ma and Devy got alone for a while, Ma confided in her,
“… and Pinky, you don’t have to touch our feet. Yes, you are our daughter-in-law… but… there is not much age difference between us. So, if you feel more like it, you can treat me as your elder sister and not as your mother-in-law.”
Devy smiled - relieved that the age difference between us was not any issue with Ma - and said, “I would love to have you both as my elder sister and my mom! My elder sister is like, only about two or three years younger to you.”
“Okay then! You can call me Didi in private. But not in front of Amar… he will have a complex… ha ha ha!”
“Didi… you are a naughty girl!”
“Well, Amar made his choice… now he will have to deal with the consequences as well. Ha ha!” Ma was really enjoying herself, “Now tell me… how did you two meet?”
Devyani told Ma about how we met and how we progressed in our relationship, providing details of how we both got comfortable with each other’s idiosyncrasies. She told Ma about her family and how they all loved me as a part of their family.
Ma was very happy to hear what Devyani had to say and started by thanking her for providing me emotional support and love when I needed it the most. She briefly talked about her relationship with Gabi and how they both loved each other and promised Devy that she will love her the same and perhaps even more. Finally, out of curiosity, Ma sneaked in a personal question.
“Did you two have, you know, have sex?”
“Oh God! Didi! How can you ask me such a thing?”
“Don’t say anything if you feel uncomfortable. But I can not see how he could not have made love to some so beautiful as you!”
“You really think that I am beautiful?”
“Of course! Why do you even doubt it? You are very beautiful and a beautiful person from inside as well.”
“Oh Didi, I sometimes… even now… I think that he can have someone his own age… I feel like I am exploiting him for my personal benefit.”
“Don’t you dare think like that… Okay tell me one thing, do you love Amar?”
“Yes, Di… I do. I love him so much!”
“And does he love you the same?”
“Of course… otherwise we won’t be meeting.”
“Then how can your union with him be exploitation?”
“He could have found someone who is similar in his age, had I not hijacked his love.”
“That is not what I heard from him. He told me that he asked you out for date first.”
Devy smiled.
“Honey, everyone has right at being loved. You and Amar are lucky to find it with each other… and I am very happy for both of you. I can only bless you two with long and happy married life.”
Devy hugged Ma overcome with emotions and affection.
“Are you sure that I am not being selfish?”
“If you are giving him a lot of love and receiving a lot of love in return, then… had I been in your situation, I would rather be selfish!” Ma assured her.
Indian railways had very recently launched ‘tatkal’ reservation scheme… only about a month ago. Not many people knew about it, so it was easy to get a tatkal train booking. Dad booked their travel tickets for the very next day and came to the city the day after. I had informed Devyani that my parents wanted to meet with her, and she was happy to see them at the earliest, albeit she was a bit nervous. I asked her the reason why she felt like that, to which she replied that her biggest concern was our big age difference. I told her that it was not any issue with me, or with my parents as the only thing that they wanted was our happiness.
I don’t know how much I was able to placate Devyani with my reasoning, but when my parents and Devy met, there was no obvious sign of awkwardness in their meeting. Devy started to feel and behave very comfortable in their company within half an hour of meeting with them. So much comfortable that I felt comfortable leaving her alone with them.
When Ma and Devy got alone for a while, Ma confided in her,
“… and Pinky, you don’t have to touch our feet. Yes, you are our daughter-in-law… but… there is not much age difference between us. So, if you feel more like it, you can treat me as your elder sister and not as your mother-in-law.”
Devy smiled - relieved that the age difference between us was not any issue with Ma - and said, “I would love to have you both as my elder sister and my mom! My elder sister is like, only about two or three years younger to you.”
“Okay then! You can call me Didi in private. But not in front of Amar… he will have a complex… ha ha ha!”
“Didi… you are a naughty girl!”
“Well, Amar made his choice… now he will have to deal with the consequences as well. Ha ha!” Ma was really enjoying herself, “Now tell me… how did you two meet?”
Devyani told Ma about how we met and how we progressed in our relationship, providing details of how we both got comfortable with each other’s idiosyncrasies. She told Ma about her family and how they all loved me as a part of their family.
Ma was very happy to hear what Devyani had to say and started by thanking her for providing me emotional support and love when I needed it the most. She briefly talked about her relationship with Gabi and how they both loved each other and promised Devy that she will love her the same and perhaps even more. Finally, out of curiosity, Ma sneaked in a personal question.
“Did you two have, you know, have sex?”
“Oh God! Didi! How can you ask me such a thing?”
“Don’t say anything if you feel uncomfortable. But I can not see how he could not have made love to some so beautiful as you!”
“You really think that I am beautiful?”
“Of course! Why do you even doubt it? You are very beautiful and a beautiful person from inside as well.”
“Oh Didi, I sometimes… even now… I think that he can have someone his own age… I feel like I am exploiting him for my personal benefit.”
“Don’t you dare think like that… Okay tell me one thing, do you love Amar?”
“Yes, Di… I do. I love him so much!”
“And does he love you the same?”
“Of course… otherwise we won’t be meeting.”
“Then how can your union with him be exploitation?”
“He could have found someone who is similar in his age, had I not hijacked his love.”
“That is not what I heard from him. He told me that he asked you out for date first.”
Devy smiled.
“Honey, everyone has right at being loved. You and Amar are lucky to find it with each other… and I am very happy for both of you. I can only bless you two with long and happy married life.”
Devy hugged Ma overcome with emotions and affection.
“Are you sure that I am not being selfish?”
“If you are giving him a lot of love and receiving a lot of love in return, then… had I been in your situation, I would rather be selfish!” Ma assured her.
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