Romance My experience with love [Completed]

[avsji]

Amar’s perspective:

On our first walk on the beach, Gael and Marie accompanied us... they even teased us saying that although we might want some privacy, they would still accompany us.

It is true that we would have welcomed some privacy, but Gael and Marie were a fun company to keep and we did not mind them at all. During the walk, both Marie and Devyani were wearing white-colored French kaftan, made of thin cotton and laces. Devy had brought only tee-shirts, shorts and pajamas and none of these things were appropriate for beach walk or beach experience. Therefore, Marie shared one of her with Devy insisting that Devy should show some sexiness. She told Devy that honeymooners are eligible to take a few calculated risks – teasing the onlookers was the license that honeymooners have. The swimming costumes that Devyani got were monokini kind, which in themselves were bold by her own standards (and that was the boldest we could get in the market). Underneath the kaftan, she was wearing a traditional, Indian print monokini. We had with us bottle of sunscreen lotion, water, packed sandwich, and some money. The idea was to spend the entire day lazing under the sun!

We found a suitable spot – very clean, very pristine and very alone beach near Elephant beach. Locals told us to be aware of elephants and keep out food wrapped in polythene sheets so that they are not able to sniff the food and come looking for it. We pull on the fins and the masks and put our face in the water. As soon as I did that, I was amazed to see hundreds of yellow and black angelfish. I got very excited and swam towards the opening the coral reef. As we neared the reef, we saw dozens of different colored fish of all sizes. There were plenty of coral reef and reef dwellers, including, starfish, parrotfish, butterfly fish, sea cucumber, purple-lipped clams, sea slugs and Christmas tree worms on the corals. We swam some more; the water, which was only waist deep inside the coral reef, dropped off to over twelve feet outside the reef and the deep blue water looked hypnotizing. There were more different kinds of fish outside the reef and we kept pointing them out for each other. The reef itself was beautifully colored with various shapes of webbed and flower shaped coral. While snorkeling, I truly thought I was in heaven.

Swimming can be a tiring activity if you don’t do it often; we must have snorkeled for at least one and a half hours. We were tired and really hungry, so we decided to take a break and eat our food. When done, we worked our way towards the shore. Gael pulled off his mask and asked excitedly,

“Wasn’t that incredible? The fish and coral are amazing.”

“Oh, that was amazing!” we all agreed.

Gael and Marie then told us about several of their scuba diving and snorkeling experiences. They added that Havelock was very similar in experience to other top quality international snorkeling or scuba diving locations. The water, when pristine blue, is all that matters. He added that the diversity of marine life here in Andamans was only less than that he had seen at the Great Barrier Reef!

We realized that while Gael and I had our tee-shirts with us, the girls did not have anything else other than their kaftans to change in to. Once you have swum in the ocean water, it becomes unbearable to be in sun without washing or covering yourself. Swimsuits are usually made of spandex, and when exposed to direct sunlight, they get hot rapidly. Combine that effect with salt water, and the person wearing them can be very uncomfortable very fast. When we came ashore, under the shade of coconut trees, Marie started to remove her costume in front of us, shocking both me and Devyani. Gael seemed nonplussed, as if it was the most natural thing for her to do. It might have been for them, but it was nothing short of a scandal for us.

Marie was wearing a two-piece bikini swimsuit, and when she stripped of it, it only confirmed what I had suspected. She had smaller breasts, B-cup at best, than Devyani’s and they sagged a little. It contrasted with Devyani’s that were full and had no worries of the gravity. Gael too had removed his shorts and was now naked. His penis was slightly bigger than mine but was similar in shape. The only other difference between the two was the color.

As soon as they got rid of their clothes, they looked at us expectantly. I guess, there was no escape – I removed it too, and encouraged by my action, Devyani too, albeit shyly, stripped. I noticed that Gael had an eyeful of Devyani as she removed her clothes. I felt a tinge of jealousy and pride when he did that. He desired the woman who was mine. That was a cool feeling. He also had a hard-on; I was already hard – ready for action. This was something I could not control. Being younger has its own benefits. Marie was attractive – she was not a killer beauty, but she was attractive... and beautiful… and I think any naked woman can attract a man’s attention.

The air around us suddenly became heavy with eroticism. But we were hungry. Marie sat on the sand with her legs cross – in doing so, her vulva opened for all of us to see and relish – it looked delicious. My penis ached and lurched. All of them noticed it.

Gael whispered in my ear, “Hey, is Marie causing it? Hmm? Let her relieve you… if… er, your wife doesn’t mind?”

I could almost hear the invitation to swap our wives. Interesting! I looked at Devy. She gave a nervous smile – she knew what was coming her way. Is she onboard with this? That is bold by any standards that we had.

“In fact,” Gael continued, a bit more loudly so that all of us could hear, “I suggest that you take Marie today… enjoy with her. Of course, it would be great if Devy could come with me?” he suggested, ending the sentence as a question, directed at Devyani.

“I don’t know.” Devyani immediately started.

“Hey, it is okay!” Gael responded defensively, expecting her not to be onboard with this plan.

“No. I mean… I’d also like to be with Marie.” Devyani added jokingly.

“What!” Gael and I exclaimed, almost together.

Marie started to laugh. That Gael was utterly disappointed was an understatement; still he maintained his composure gamely.

“At least allow me to watch?” he requested.

“Oh you poor boy!” Devyani started, “Don’t lose hope so fast! I was only joking.” she then told me, “Honey, you can make love with Marie… and Gael, you can be with me for now. Once we are done and had our food, then we can decide on the latter arrangements?” she suggested.

 

[avsji]

Who was I to disagree?

I looked at Marie – she gave me a passionate smile - very sultry and sexy. I crawled on my all fours and reached her; when we were very close, she said in a low, husky tone,

“It somehow does not feel right that we are being intimate, next to our spouses. But I still can not control myself - I feel like a furnace inside! So, you do whatever you like with me - suck on my téton and eat my pussy. Then fuck me so hard that I forget everything!”

Her impassioned lust almost scared me! As I held her, Marie turned over facing away from me, spooned up against me. I reached under her arm and tweaked her nipple and asked her, “Are you ready?”

She turned over facing me, grabbed my penis and said, “In the worst sort of way!”

I turned Marie onto the sand and began to kiss her face. She was inflamed with the heat of passion. As I kissed her face and nibbling her chin, neck, and earlobes, she moaned out, “Oh, Amar, I need you inside so much!”

I sucked in her right breast and her breast was hot! Her nipple was harder than any woman’s that I tried so far, and she hungrily fed herself into my mouth arching her back into me and pulling my head by the hair onto her chest.

She shuddered and said, “My God, it is like my first time! No… even hotter! It tingles from my titties to my feet! I love the way you feed from my breasts. I feel so much love for you!”

I saw from the corner of my eyes – Gael was busy with Devy’s vagina. Devy had wrapped her legs around his neck, and he was eating her. Good!

I feasted on her breasts for some time; by the time I finished, I was impassioned. I then licked my way to her vulva. I relished the smooth softness of her mons – Marie, just like Devy, was completely bald down there. I am sure she must have been bikini waxing for the past two decades, and I could notice that the coarser follicles in her nether region had almost vanished. She pulled her legs up reached inside her legs and grabbed her ankles.

I gave a long, deep, slow swipe of my tongue from almost her asshole up to the top of her mons. She cried out, “Oh, Amar, you don’t know what you do to me!”

I peeled open her rose-petals and found that her clitoris was fully extended and had an angry color of pink. I flicked it three times and she came almost immediately, bucking her hips up to my mouth with gasping, “Oh God, yesss!”

I moved back down and began to suck up her flow and started to fuck her little pussy with my tongue. She had put her feet back on the ground and was forcefully fucking herself on my tongue. I turned my tongue upwards and as much as I could and began to tickle the top of her opening. She clamped her legs shut and said, “My god, I am cumming again! I can’t believe it!”

Because of the double whammy of orgasms, Marie was flowing unchecked, and I sucked as much of her flow as I could. It was strangely erotic to do so. The sand under her butt was already sporting a wet spot! Devy too was experiencing some of the similar effects, as I could hear her moans. I was happy that she too was enjoying this swinging as much as I was enjoying it. I lapped up her nectar.

I was twisting my tongue inside her vagina, “Oh, Amar!” she cried, “you make me feel so perverted, and I love it!”

I could not hold out any longer, my penis was aching and its head was now angrily engorged with blood! I rose, grabbed her ankles and put them on my shoulders and lifted her holding her buttocks and pushed. Marie gasped as she bore down to receive me, and I thrust into her vagina about half of my length.

She let out a huge breath, “My God! You just tore me open!”

I started to fuck her. She was on fire! Her inside was so hot! I think that because of being fucked by someone other than her husband, she was a bit resistant. For that reason, her grip on my length was strong. Marie was also a very flexible woman, as I could push her thighs in more than I could do with Devy. I pushed her legs almost completely back and over her head; in that position, her calves were alongside her head. I kept on pounding into her vagina while my testicles slapped against her ass.

She cried out, “Oh my God, Amar, you are so deep!”

I just kept grunting and pounding into her. She let out a huge vent of breath with a "ugh" "ugh" each time I bottomed out. Her back was arched off the ground and she was cupping her breasts with her hands. She huffed, “Amar, you… you are thumping against my bladder… I will pee myself!”

I replied through my strokes, “Then do it… because I am not stopping!”

I continued to lustfully pound into her; I was fucking her with such force that her vulva was being pulled away from her body each time I pulled away from her. Then it happened – I thrust in, and she let a squirt of pee. God, she was telling the truth! I did not stop however and kept going. It was strangely erotic, as if I had some of kind of control over her. The image was powerful. I felt an orgasm building up in my nuts; she felt it too somehow.

“Are you about to cum? Hmm? Cum inside me… as deep as possible!”

I grunted at this encouragement, and Marie squeezed her muscles. What I felt next was new – it was an ecstatic pain that I felt in my testes, as my semen tried to force its way out. When it came, I felt it explode out of my penis. Marie’s whole body spasmed, while she milked my penis with such force that each time she squeezed, I felt a kind of pain. We were now completely drenched in sweat. This was devilish… unearthly! I collapsed on top of her, still buried deep inside her.

After a few moments, she started to regain her senses… she reached down to feel whether she had really peed while being fucked. She looked at me quizzingly. I nodded.

“You did! Now you know ‘being fucked the piss right out of you’!” I gloated.

“You little runt! I feel as if I have been raped.” She moaned, “I feel like a perverted slut! Being fucked in this manner in front of my husband… What is he doing anyway?”

Yeah, what was he doing? We both looked in their direction. Gael was slowly fucking Devy. He was moving his buttocks as if he were dancing.

“Does she like this way?” Marie asked.

“I never did her so slow.”

“Do you always fuck her like you just did me?”

“Almost. I love to tire her.”

“I am sure you do! I loved it! God! Absolutely loved it! I wouldn’t mind another session. But not right now. Right now, I am completely exhausted.” We both looked again in Devy’s direction. The slow dance continued.

“He calls it the marathon. God, he should have witnessed the hurricane that I just experienced!”

Marie gave out a laugh. That attracted Gael’s attention. He looked towards us. I was still inside Marie. Still very hard, despite having unloaded my semen inside her some time ago. I felt mischievous and indicated with my forefinger where Marie and I were joined together. In reply he made room by sliding slightly outside of Devy and showed his nicely glistening penis that was buried inside Devy’s vagina. I gave him a thumbs-up. I was envious - why wouldn’t I be? But I was fine so long as Devy too enjoyed the experience. Let me tell you, fucking someone else’s wife… in front of them… is an awesomely erotic experience. Words can’t describe it. Similarly, watching your wife being fucked by someone else is really a depressing experience. Words can’t describe it. But hey, you get some and you lose some - that is how life is! As such, it seemed like a zero-sum game to me.

About five more minutes of slow pumping inside Davy, Gael gave a loud grunt and ejaculated inside her. From what I had observed, Devy too had come a couple of minutes before. That was good! In the meantime, Marie performed an excellent fellatio on me. So by the time, Gael and Devy were finally resting from their lovemaking, I was ready for having another go with Marie.

 

[Ashurocket]

Guess, the newlyweds can easily become subject of public fun! As I observed earlier too, when you are not married, but in a relationship, people around you guess about the nature of your sexuality. They talk about it amongst themselves, and even scandalize trivial matters. But once you are married with each other, your sexuality is a given! It is assumed to be a fact, and even accepted. Then no one can create any scandals.

So true. Paisa vasool update.

अंत में इतना ही _ लगे रहो बहादुरों।

आशु ।

 

[avsji]

So, after I had had Marie for the second time, and then we all had our food, we started a long walk back to our resort. While returning from the beach, all four of us decided that there was no harm in swapping our spouses for one night. Devy was interested in this kind of experience, and to tell you the truth, I agreed to part with her only because she wanted to experience this. I wanted to fulfill all her desires and secret wishes, and fortunately, we found a trustworthy partner in Gael and Marie.

Devy had told me that while Gael was not as energetic as me, he was a consummate lover, and he made her cum during the lovemaking. I was happy to hear that and was okay leaving her with Gael for the night, so that she could experience something different, something new. After we had an early dinner, we retired to our cabanas – I went to Marie’s cabana, whereas, Gael came to mine, and decided to spend time with each other’s spouses.

It was already about 7pm by the time we had our dinner and went with our respective ‘dates’. Marie wore a pair of shorts and a loose tee-shirt. She was already naked by the time I opened the door to my cabana. There was no need for any foreplay at this moment – I pushed her on to the bed and started licking her pussy casually and gently. Marie in the meanwhile reached down and held my erection, gently stroking it and keeping me on an agonizing state of arousal.

“You two are very similar… but you both make love so differently!” she observed, almost transfixed.

“Whose lovemaking you like better?” I asked, momentarily disengaging from her pussy.

“Yours! No doubt about that. With you it is like a full body workout.” Marie said and giggled.

I was chuffed hearing my praise. I slipped my tongue deep inside her vagina. Marie felt her knees weaken. She moaned with pleasure. I moved my hands towards her back and grabbed her buttocks as I teased her clitoris using my lips and fucked her pussy using my tongue. In almost no time, Marie came. It was really nice to taste her - she had almost sweetish taste. As her honey flowed, I drank the very last drop of it.


While Marie rolled in ecstatic orgasmic bliss, I moved my attention to her breasts, flicking my tongue over her nipples and biting them slightly.

“How do you feel about making love to an old woman?” she asked, thinking.

“I feel fantastic… all the woman, with whom I made love so far in my life have been older than me!”

“Really?”

“Indeed.”

“So, is it safe to say that you have a ‘thing’ about older women?”

“It is again an oversimplification. I sure can make love to younger women as well with same ease. I guess whether or not do I find a woman who is willing to share her love with me.”

“That, Amar is a very wise thing to say.”

I rose and pulled her legs up over my shoulders and moved between her thighs. I asked her to hold on to my buttocks. After that I guided my penis inside her, as I squeezed and caressed her breasts. The feeling of wetness and heat emanating from the inside of her recently orgasmic pussy was incredible! I then pushed in, moaning passionately as I marveled at the incredible feeling. I started to build the rhythm – starting with slowly but surely fucking her, and then suddenly forced its way into her body. Marie expressions indicated primal emotions. As I slid in and out of her, she too moved with me, like she did not want to feel him leave her confines.

As I fucked her, her legs fell and got wrapped around my waist, which was a more comfortable position. She wrapped her legs round me, pulling me in even more tightly with each thrust, as she squealed in pleasure at each thrust.

Marie’s hips were now rolling with my every move, trying to keep me deeply inside her. Her mouth was open in ecstasy and she was panting and moaning. Her resolve to keep from climaxing again before me was now being tested.

“Oh God,” she moaned as her second orgasm build up and readied to boil over. It seemed her whole being was pinned on my penis that was buried deep inside her pussy. She was amazed how it felt like her ‘first time’. She was surprised how she was relishing our lovemaking as much as if it were her first time. She later told me that making love with me made her understand why some people may want variety!

I realized that Marie was building towards another orgasm, so I started to fuck her more slowly, withdrawing my penis almost fully and then again slamming it into her. Her hand came round and alternated between fondling my testes and probing the insides of my ass.

It was then that Marie came for the second time that night. It was long and had a sweet agony associated.

“Oh, God! I am coming… Oh God! Ohhh! I can’t believe it!” she whispered, then screamed.

I too started to feel a tightening in my scrotum and buttocks – I too was about to ejaculate. I passionately held her face with my hands and French kissed her, burying my tongue in her mouth. She responded and clawed down my back, pulling me closer to her.

Marie felt my penis expand and then erupt with a flood of my sperm. I emptied string after string of semen against her cervix. Our combined climaxes lasted a few minutes. She still wanted to have more of me, and I could feel her pussy tunnel clenching and unclenching around my softening penis. Finally, although panting in sweet ecstasy, I kissed her and pulled out.

I did not go far and hugged her close. Her perfume smelled beautifully, and the combination of her aroused aroma, her body smelled beautiful. She kissed me back… several times. It was a more romantic kiss that usually lovers share!

“Amar…” she paused for a second as if she wanted to say something but decided against it and said, “I loved it… it is not only about sex… but we were really intimate. I loved it!”

She said and again kissed me.

 

[avsji]

“I feel bad.” She said after a few minutes of silence.

“Why?”

“It is your and Devy’s honeymoon… and I feel bad that we are hijacking it like that.”

“Oh, it was really Devy’s idea… she wanted to experience in with another man, so I went along the play.”

“Oh God… you guys are super cool!”

“That we are! Ha ha!”

“Amar…?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know… that I am fertile?”

“Oh… okay?”

“You… making love… to me… I mean, there is a strong chance that I may get pregnant.”

“Oh… okay. Gael too has been making love to you.”

“Yeah! That is true… he has been making love to me… for the past twelve years!”

“What does that mean?”

“Oh… well… initially we did not want any children, so we used a lot of protection. But now that we want a family, we can’t seem to get pregnant.”

“Oh? What is the issue?”

“Well… his sperm count has gone low. That has kind of reduced the probability of pregnancy.”

“But that’s why you guys came here… to relax and hopefully get pregnant?”

“Yes, we thought that this could help. However, our doctor advised that there might be some chance of in-vitro fertilization and put me on a course. The harvesting was scheduled for the month after we return from this holiday.”

“Okay! So, you have hope?”

“But that would be a very expensive process.”

“Hmm…”

“I mean, we have considered adoption… and even sperm donors.”

“Okay.”

“And here, I am getting all the sperms I need, donated directly inside me.”

I smiled.

“I am amazed at the sexually free attitude that you two have. This kind of openness is rare, I must add.”

“I don’t know. I will do whatever Devy likes. It is my duty to keep her happy.”

“Do you think there are more couples like you?” Marie asked.

“How do I know? But there might be. I mean, I have read about it in magazines. I think it is not very uncommon. But I am sure that people might be very guarded about it.”

“Amar, honey, may I ask you one favor?”

“What is it, Marie?” I could anticipate what was coming.

“I must not say anything like that, but I am disappointed at Gael’s near-infertility. He satisfies me, yes. But now I want to start a family.”

“I understand.”

“So, would it be possible, if you can try and impregnate me? I mean, just fuck me each day till we are here?”

“How will Gael take this proposal?”

“I told you, we considered sperm donors as well, didn’t we?”

“Hmm…!”

“Will you do that for me?”

“Marie, let’s talk to Gael and Devy about it first? As such, I will be happy to that to you. Which man doesn’t want to have women carrying his children? Ha ha!”

Marie elbowed me at my joke and said, “Let’s go and talk to them, then?”

“Right now?”

“Then when? At least this way we can make love in a more relaxed manner. A relaxed woman has higher chance of getting pregnant!”

“Okay!” I said and reached for my shorts.

“Why do you want to wear anything? Just come!”

We walked over to the next cabana and knocked at the door. Gael opened the door. He was wearing his shorts. He was surprised to see both of us at the door, but welcomed us in. Devy was half lying in the bed, her breasts covered with the sheet.

All four of us sat on the bed and Marie started to lay out the outlandish proposal. Devy was interestingly showing more enthusiasm about this proposal.

“Amar, honey, why is that necessary to put Gael and Marie through to so much trouble and expenses? We are now good friends, and you have a nice dick! I am okay, if you can make Marie pregnant.”

“What? You sure you don’t mind?” I asked.

“Why would I mind? You are already fucking her. Why not fuck her for a good cause? What do you say, Gael?”

Gael said, “Well, I see the merit in this proposal. If that is what Marie wants, I am game. But, how will you feel to have someone else’s baby?”

“It won’t be someone else’s baby if we all bless this union.” Devyani chimed in, “It will be our baby. Of all of us! Won’t it be, Marie? It will be my baby too and I will regard that baby as my child. We will as well be the baby’s God Parents!”

“Well, what do you say Marie? I am completely fine if you are.”

“Oh thank you, mon chéri!”

“Okay then! It is decided… Marie will now spend her time with Amar, whereas I will spend time with Gael.”

Devyani said, pulled down Gael’s shorts, lied down on the bed spreading her thighs and pulling him towards her. What surprised me, and even aroused me was the casualness with which Devy had willingly offered herself to Gael and let him fuck her. Her body language was cool and relaxed. This time we made love to each other’s spouses on the same bed. After a long session, Gael and Devy fell asleep. So, Marie and I came out of that cabana and came to ours. By morning, I had fucked her twice more. She was sore, but there was a performance commitment to have my semen as much as possible and Marie was committed to receiving that.

So that was it. Marie and I spend the rest of the holidays making love like silly rabbits. I was determined to impregnate Marie. What I and Devy did not know was that I had already impregnated Devyani, about a fortnight before we got married. So, there was no chance for her to get pregnant by Gael even if he was potent enough. After a week of our ‘honeymoon’, Devy and I decided to return. It was an amazing to say the least! Before we said goodbyes, we shared our contact details with Gael and Marie and asked them to keep in touch and meet with us whenever we see each other next.

 

[avsji]

Marie and Gael visited us in our city about a month later before they took flight back to France. By then, Devyani was already showing several early signs of pregnancy such as morning sickness, swollenness and soreness in breasts, fatigue, frequent urination, and larger and darker areolas around her nipples. Her gynecologist confirmed that Devyani was pregnant!

When she came to know about Devy's news, Marie and Gael excitedly broke the news to us that Marie too was now pregnant!

We were super happy and decided to spend those couple of days before their departure with us. During the bedtime, Gael unbuttoned Devy’s blouse and remarked how beautiful she now looked with her pregnant body. In fact the body changes in both the women was same. They both looked alluring and beautiful! All four of us got naked and clicked our photos for posterity. It was a god fun with very good friends. We would later grow even closer.


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Ma and Dad were supremely happy when they came to know about Devy’s pregnancy as were Jayanti Di and her Daddy. Ma showered so many gifts on Devyani that she had to control her at one point. But Ma being Ma, continued to do what she does best – care for us!

The first day, Ma tried to overfeed Devy.

“Now you are not eating just for yourself… you must eat for two!” she argued.

Devyani began chuckling.

Ma gave her a puzzled look, "What is so funny?"

"Didi! I am not required to eat for two," she replied, still amused.

"Why is that? There is a baby inside you."

"Yes, but Didi, my normal diet, which already has plenty of protein, vitamin, and good fats, is enough for not only me, but also the baby. A pregnant woman’s metabolism changes so that her body more efficiently handles the food that she eats. Eating any more than normal just generates unwanted fat."

“You modern people!”

“Didi… I am not very different in age than you!” she said jovially and added, “And I don't want to weigh any more after the baby comes than I did a month ago. Later I can reduce that weight too. I must try to control the weight gain to about twenty to twenty-five pounds at most.”

“Hmm… it is okay! As long as you know what you are doing!”

“The only thing I am worried about is my continuously swelling breasts.”

“That is in the preparation for milk production, my dear!”

“I know Didi… but now they have gone from my normal B-cup to D-cup!”

“Tum hone wale bachche ko doodh pilaogi kya (Will you breastfeed the baby)?”

“Of course I will, Didi.”

“Then they would remain larger… as long as the baby nursed!”

“Oh! Is that so?”

“Yes, but it is beneficial in other aspects also. If you control your diet then, as you do now, then you may also reduce some of the pregnancy fat!”

“Nice!”

“I breastfed Amar for so long… and had not had any issue with weight gain.”

“Hmmm…”

“Mere Amar ko bhi pilana (Please feed Amar too) …” Ma said carefully unbuttoning the front of Devy’s maternity frock, “doodh ka diwana hai wo (He is crazy about breastfeeding)!”

“I know Didi… Jayanti Di ne bhi pilaya hai usko (Jayanti Di too has breatfed him).” Devy replied as her pregnant nakedness came in to being.

“Badmash hai wo (He is very mischievous)!”

“Ha ha! That’s one reason why we love him so much!”

As Devy stood in front of Ma wearing only her panties, Ma checked her. The pre-natal bulge looked huge on Devy’s frame. There was still no stretch marks. The only thing that looked a bit out of place was her convex navel, which had been concave! Ma lightly touched her nipples – Devy sighed. The pregnancy had had made her nipples too sensitive for touching.

“It is also the longest that Amar and I have gone without sex!” Devy shyly revealed.

“It is okay! I think you both can wait for a few more weeks and then resume!” Ma lovingly replied and then added, “Chal, let me give you a soothing massage. As long as I am here, I can take care of you.”

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[avsji]

On the delivery day:

The nurse emerged from the operation theatre and announced, "Many congratulations, sir! You have a beautiful daughter!"

It was a natural birth, and when I entered the room, I saw my Devy holding my infant baby girl close to her chest. The baby lay cradled against her chest near her face, listening to her heartbeat still pounding from the delivery a few minutes ago. The tiny girl was calm as she rested on her mother’s breast.

"She is beautiful," I said, pointing to the baby, even without having a look at her face.

Devy looked up to see the tears in my eyes. I was feeling relieved that most of the work of labor and delivery was over. But that had left her extremely tired and sore. She had not really felt much fatigue until the delivery was over, but it had descended on her all at once, and now all she wanted was a nap. I kissed her and told her how proud and how I was, before Devy fell asleep.

Next time I entered the room was when Devy was awake. She sat up in the maternity-ward bed holding our tiny, newborn daughter. The baby had wisps of very fine hair on her scalp. Her eyes were deep dark when she opened them, although she slept a lot. She was tiny, pink and cute. She had the most delicate little fingers and toes and had pudgy little arms and legs. Her button nose and pouting lips were so delicate and small. Devyani could not believe that she had actually given birth only a few hours ago. Nothing in her experience had ever prepared her for being a mother in labor or undergoing delivery, and yet she had done just fine. Our daughter was a living proof of that.

Ma encouraged Devy to try nursing. When she held baby’s tiny face against her breast, the baby eagerly sought out her nipple, pulling a generous portion into her mouth. The speed with which the baby took Devy’s nipple, startled her, but then Ma explained that all newborns had an instinct to suckle. The baby’s suckling was surprisingly powerful and Devy noticed a pale liquid beading on his unused breast.

Ma noticed Devy noticing it suspiciously and said, “Don’t worry beta, this is called colostrum, and is really good for the baby. In a couple of days, the white milk would appear. But colostrum has special nutrients that are very beneficial for a newborn baby.”

Devyani felt a bit of discomfort at first from the baby's suction, but after a while was enveloped in an aura of emotional well-being as the little one sought nourishment. She suspected the euphoric sensation was the result of her body releasing endorphins in response to the baby nursing. And like what she felt when I suckled her nipples, she could feel a tugging in her pelvis as the baby fed.

Devy later learned from one of the nurses that breast feeding helped shrink the uterus back to the size it was before the pregnancy, which explained some of the reactions she was feeling. All she knew was that having a baby at her breast felt good on a physical, emotional, and spiritual level. She knew that she was going to enjoy nursing the baby immensely.

 

[Ashurocket]

Dear avsji nice update. Losing Gabi and unborn child and now getting a daughter from Deby, life has come to full circle for Amar.

अंत में इतना ही_ लगे रहो बहादुरों।

आशु

 

[avsji]

Parenthood:


This story is waste if I do not talk about my own experience of parenthood. Being a parent is possibly one of the most selfless acts that human beings can do. By now you have so much information about how different parents - my parents, Gabi’s parents, Kajal, Jayanti, Devy’s parents raised their children. But that is all just stories.

Talking about how other parents behave from a third person’s account is a very easy thing to do. It is very different from when you have to do it by yourself. There are so many little moments that might seem trivial to other people, but for you they mean your whole world! But before I get too emotional, it is important to understand why our daughter is so important to me – I have lost Gabi and my unborn child, and that heartache will always be there with me. As if to make matters worse, I lost my child with Kajal as well. Indeed, Kajal had made very clear to me that I wont have any say in how that baby was raised, but still, I was emotionally invested in her. Dad and Ma had purchased an insurance policy for the baby, which was given to Kajal as a settlement. I knew that another one of my children was either born was about to be born in France. But again, I would not have any say in raising that baby as well. It is my daughter with Devyani that I will raise. This chapter is dedicated to our parenting experience with her!

Devyani and I named our daughter, Abha, which means splendor or glow! Abha indeed was the splendor of our lives! All of us! Even as a very small baby, she would always smile. Anyone who looked at her smiling face could not help but return her smile – however miserable they felt… She cried only when she was very hungry or when she was soiled. Any other times, she was busy spreading happiness! Abha got our best features, thankfully and I was very proud of that fact! I guess, parents are like that. Earlier I used to wonder what is there to be proud of in a draw of luck, but now I know better.

Devyani was discharged from the hospital the very next day. It was a natural birth and there was no complication in either Devy’s or Abha’s health. Back home, Dad and Ma had decorated the home as if it were Diwali. There was happy music, and festival like food! Devy’s Daddy, Jayanti, her husband and her two kids too were present there. It was beautiful family get-together. We all were so happy!

We were having happy chats with each other when both Devy and I heard a very faint sound from the bedroom. It is interesting that only the two of us heard that sound. It was Abha who was crying from the bedroom. Devy and I got up, excused ourselves, and went into the bedroom to check on her.

"She is hungry." Devy said, beginning to unbutton her blouse.

New parents usually do not have any idea about their newborns. Isn’t it? But to compensate for that shortcoming, nature gives us instincts.

"How can you tell?" I asked.

"I just can… I don’t know how…" She pulled the blouse off, letting her milk swollen breasts bounce free.

I stared. She picked up Abha and sat down on the bed. I put a couple of pillows behind her back, propping her up against the headboard. She tickled Abha's cheek with her nipple, then led it to her mouth, letting her suckle. I watched with interest through the entire routine. Somehow, I had never seen Devy nurse Abha in all the times I had seen them at the hospital. Therefore, I sat next to her on the bed so I could watch. As I mentioned much earlier that Devy was a modern girl, and I never thought that I would see her doing this. But then, parenthood changes you, doesn’t it?

Devy shifted her position until she was leaning comfortably against me. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I helped her support Abha.

"Why does this fascinate me so much?" I said, taking Abha's hand in mine, running my thumb over the skin on the back of her tiny hand.

"Because she's your baby daughter. I think you will be fascinated by most everything she does… especially during the first three four years."

"I can't believe how small she is. What if I hurt her by accident? All the experience that I have with babies is only from what I have seen."

"Don’t worry my darling. Just do what comes to you naturally. You are a gentle person, and I think that you will be as gentle as you can possibly be with her. Don't worry so much about it."

"I am her Dad. I am supposed to worry."

"It is going to be interesting to see how you react when she goes out on her first date." Devy laughed.

"First date? She is not even a week old, and you are talking about first dates? My god, and here I was worried about changing my first diaper!" I said, shaking my head.

"Honey, relax. Her first date won't happen until she's at least fifteen or sixteen." She started laughing again when she saw the look on my face.

Abha was having a hard time keeping her mouth on Devy's breast.

"Okay, okay. You can stop laughing now. I realize you were just joking." I grumbled.

Devy just laughed harder, until it stopped abruptly when I leaned over suddenly and kissed her. She pulled back a few seconds later, still smiling.

"The nurses in the hospital were right when they said that new daddies are the most gullible people on Earth when it comes to their children."

"Conniving women. Can't trust any of them." I grumbled. Devy laughed some more.

"Conniving? Us? We are just innocents, here for you strong men to manipulate and take care of us, and to raise the children," she laughed more.

"Hey, if you keep laughing like this, we're going to have to start bottle feeding Abha." I said, ignoring her last remark and pointed down to where Abha was still struggling to keep Devy's nipple from escaping her mouth.

"Oops, sorry Pumpkin… but I think she is almost full anyway." Still, she managed to keep from laughing until Abha finished a few minutes later.

"Do you want to hold her?" She asked.

"Of course! " So far I had only been able to hold her for a few minutes until the nurses came and stole her away from me. Abha whined a bit when Devy handed her to me but relaxed again when she settled into my arms. I leaned back against the headboard. Devy lay down, head propped up on one arm.

"You look so proud you could burst." she said, watching me look adoringly down at Abha, who had fallen asleep in my arms, much to my delight.

"I am. I have never helped create anything so perfect in my life!"

She smiled, understanding how I felt.

"You always wanted a baby, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yes." I said absently, not really paying attention to what she was saying. I was too busy watching Abha's chest rising and falling rhythmically.

"Do you want more children?”

I smiled, “Devy, my love… you have already filled my life with so much love! Yes, I would want more children with you. But let us first focus on raising this little pumpkin!”

“How wise, Mr. Singh! I am happy that you said it! We must anyway try to keep three to four years age gap between two children. I will be in perfect health to have another child. So, don’t worry… okay?” Devy said smiling.

I sighed, “Devy, as I have told you many times, that it should be first your choice! You are the one who has to carry a baby in you for nine months… I will never push you into doing something you are not comfortable with. You are my love… losing you will destroy me."

“Honey! Why are you talking like that?” Devy said, realizing the pain in my voice, “I am here. I am not going anywhere. I love you.”

Devy slid up next to me resting her head on my shoulder and looking down at where Abha slept in my arms.

"I am so happy that I am your wife!" she said.

"So am I. More than you will ever know."

Devy looked up into my eyes. "I think I know, Amar. Just by looking at you when you are near me… and now near her, or even when you are just thinking about her. I also know that you will never hurt her, just as you have never hurt me. You will be a wonderful father."

"And you will be a wonderful mother." I said, kissing her.

 

[avsji]

People often say that parenthood robs a couple of their sexual intimacy. I must say that it was 100% true! Despite Abha being a very happy baby, the opportunities for us to be intimate got very few and short. While we still got a few, sporadic sex sessions, the days of long, passionate, and multiple lovemaking seem to have a thing of distant past. Despite that, our bond with Abha grew each passing day!


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Once, Abha woke up crying in the middle of the night three times: once she was hungry, once it seemed she was just lonely, and the third time with a dirty diaper. I got my first lesson in diaper changing that night.

There is nothing like changing a smelly diaper at four in the night/morning! Devy and I were living off just fleeting sleep. The life of parents! We fell asleep while reading… while watching television and I fell asleep at work (Devy was still in her maternity leave). Once or twice I even fell asleep on the toilet! It was not so much the waking up that was draining us, it was getting Abha back to sleep. Yes, she was a happy child… but that does not mean that she did not want to play!

Then one night I was walking around the bedroom, trying to get Abha to sleep. Devy, being too tired, was passed out in the bed. Therefore, it was my turn to get her to go to sleep. I lay down on the bed, resting her on my chest. I was bare chested, dressed in my normal sleeping attire – which was naked. Abha had her diaper on, under a thin baby’s frock. She stopped crying, and within a few minutes, was fast asleep. Apparently, the sound of my heart beating, and the warmth of my chest made her relax to the point that she would fall fast asleep.

Having her lying on my chest seemed to have the same effect on me. When I woke up the next morning, Devy looking at us in amusement.

"You slept like that all night? How did you keep from moving?" she asked, stroking the back of a still sleeping Abha.

"I have no idea. But I am sure that I have not slept that well in weeks."

"Well, it looks like I too will have to share your chest with our pumpkin, then. Like mother like daughter." she said, referring to the fact that her favorite position to fall asleep was cuddled up next to me, her head resting on my chest.

"Well, you could always put your head on my stomach." I joked.

"What? Listening to your stomach gurgling all night against my ear! I would dream that I was being chased by some monster!" she laughed.

From then until Abha started sleeping through the night I would wake up with Abha sleeping on my chest, whether I put her there while I was awake or if Devy put her there after her feeding. I was scared to death of rolling over and crushing her, but I never seemed to move much while sleeping, at least when Abha was asleep on my chest.

Devy quickly regained her health after she had Abha. After three months, one could not have guessed that she had ever had a baby. Even in bed, I found that she had her regained much of her earlier shape. One thing that Devyani did on her own accord was to go on birth control. If we were to keep three to four years difference between our two children, it was needed. Otherwise, our unabashed lovemaking would ensure another, very quick pregnancy. Abha was wonderful, but we did not think that we wanted to take the chance of Devy getting pregnant again. At least not for a few years.


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New roles:


About a month after Abha’s birth, we received a call from Gael and Marie about the birth of their son! Devy and I were extremely happy, and she promised to visit each other soon. Gael mentioned that since they had come to India earlier, therefore it was all three of us, who were due to visit them in France. After a long discussion, we agreed to meet them for their son’s baptism that was to be held about after three months. Since, as we promised, we were going to be his God parents, it was mandatory for us to be there. This was a good heads up, and we purchased tickets for a ten-days long stay in France.

Again, thanks to our wonderful baby pumpkin, we were able to travel to France, change of flights, layovers, and multiple modes of transport.

Gael and Marie lived in the city of Nice (pronounced, Neess). Located in Mediterranean coast, Nice is one of the most populous cities in France. We had no idea of what to expect. So, when we saw the incredible French Riviera from above, we were simply shocked, pleasantly that is! From above, you could see that Alps' mountainous terrain was almost touching the blue Mediterranean Sea! Small houses seemed to have been pinned on all around the area and on both sides of the narrow streets. The effect on others was similar – many people in the plane kept on ‘wowing’!

For this trip, we were complete at the mercy of Gael and Marie and they were wonderful hosts! Their baby boy’s baptism was the very next day of our arrival. We were happy to see their families and friends. Despite having known each other for such a short time, they wanted us to become his God parents, which indeed was a great honor – if you know its significance. We brought so many gifts for Marie, Gael and the baby from India, including saree and blouse for Marie, and dhoti and kurta for Gael. Marie and Gael surprised us by wearing 100% Indian attire for the baptism! They looked so wonderful and visibly happy. We too were dressed in 100% Indian attire, which made it easy for everyone to notice us.

The baby had more of Marie’s feature, including the skin color. But one could see a few of my own characteristics if they decided to find out. I am sure many people might have their own suspicion about our relationship, but no one said anything. Anyway, it did not bother us, as now we were great friends. It was good to have such an ‘intimate’ connection globally! Gael and Marie too had several gifts for us, which they gave to us on the day one itself, which included the finest and latest French fashion collection for Devyani, and a perfume for me. For Abha, they packed a whole suitcase!!