Most Welcome, Dear! – Part 1
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This is loosely based on a true story – 30% real and 70% fiction. The characters and relations are the same. But the names and locations have been changed. Sit back and enjoy. My name is Reema. This is the story from five years ago when I was 28. Now, I am 33 years old and have been married for seven years. I am an NRI living in South Africa. Although born and brought up in Maharashtra, I moved to Johannesburg along with my husband Axar, six months after our wedding. I met Axar when I was working in Mumbai in an MNC. Axar was introduced to me by my best friend Sakshi. Our friendship transpired into love and eventually, we got married with our families’ blessings. My immigration to South Africa happened very haphazardly. I just had one month to wrap up things in India, make travel arrangements, and fly. So, I didn’t have a chance to meet many of my family members and more importantly, I didn’t meet Sakshi. And 6 months after I left India, Sakshi got married. It was an arranged marriage. Although Sakshi had offered to sponsor my tickets, I could not attend her wedding because I had joined a new MNC. I felt bad that I was not able to be there for the special moment of my best friend who was instrumental in my marriage. So, I promised Sakshi that the next time I came down to India, I would spend at least two weeks at her place. After Sakshi got married, I spoke with her husband, Sundar. He seemed like a great guy. He had a good sense of humor and it didn’t look like I was speaking to someone I had never met before. I called him ‘Jiju’ because Sakshi was 3 months older than me and Sundar was one year older. Our lives got busy. Sakshi and I spoke once every month. But the frequency of our WhatsApp chat had reduced to just forwards. Initially, Axar and I had a nice sex life. We had regular sex, at least 3 times a week. However, as we were living away from family, it meant we spent more time together than was healthy. Going to the office together, coming back together, staying in the same house, and having no independent social circles meant that our marriage was losing its charm. Our sex sessions, which usually started with cuddling and kissing and unexpectedly, had become a formality that began in bed and ended just before either of us slipped into a deep sleep. It started annoying me and eventually, the feeling became mutual. Axar and I talked about how to come out of it. We decided to take a vacation and rekindle the lost spark. So, we went on a vacation. We had a good time away from work and all the routine. During the 2 weeks of our vacation, we had sex over ten times. Although the sessions didn’t last as long as they did at the beginning of our marriage, they were definitely better than what we had at home. We returned from the vacation and were greeted with the good news that Axar got promoted. He was on cloud 9. I was happy for my husband. But I was feeling sad inside because I knew that the additional responsibility would mean that Axar would have to spend long hours at work. Almost 2 months passed and I fell sick. We visited a doctor and upon performing some tests, the doctor confirmed that I had conceived. Axar jumped in happiness. His parents had been pestering us for a grandkid. So, when he heard this news, Axar elatedly called everyone and informed them. And I, on the other hand, was petrified. I didn’t know how to react. I was not prepared. Unknown to Axar, I had been taking contraception pills as I was not quite ready to become a mother. It was not that I didn’t want kids. But, the place we were living in, away from our families and culture, was not where I wanted to raise my kids. But evidently, my contraception had failed. Now, I had to accept my pregnancy. It took me a few days to accept the reality. Then I called Sakshi and informed her about the news. Sakshi was elated. “So, you have finally let him release inside you!”, Sakshi chuckled. The crass talk was common between us. “Not really. He has been releasing inside me for over 6 months. My contraception failed this time”, I said. It was the first time in almost a year that we both managed to find some leisure time to talk like we used to before either of us got married. We would talk about everything under the sun from our favorite positions to masturbation preferences. “Really? But you wanted to wait for a year more. What happened to that?” Sakshi asked me in surprise. “My mother-in-law wanted a grandkid and Axar started trying. I didn’t want to hurt him. So, I let him lose the condom but have been using oral contraception. Apparently, I was late in taking one”, I sighed. “Good lord. Anyway, now that you have decided to keep the baby, do your best. Take care of your health”, she said. “Of course”, I responded. Then I quit my job in a month. This meant I had more time on my hands. I spent most of the morning lazing around after completing my household chores. And then, in the second half, I would spend time watching movies and then browsing the internet. Every day, Sakshi would send me a video or two about how pregnant women should take care of their health, their dietary habits, and related Instagram reels. Gradually, we started speaking every day. And the fact that Axar started spending more and more time at work meant that I was feeling more lonely. One day, when I was in my second trimester, Axar came home and told me that he was going on a business trip to Cape Town for two weeks. I asked him if I could join. And he told me that it was strictly official and that others were joining him. I was disappointed. I let him go as it was the same job that was taking care of us even though I had quit mine. At night, I took a shower. While I was soaping my body, I felt extra soreness as my hands nibbled my breasts. I walked out of the shower and dried myself up. Then I looked in the mirror. My feminine shape was getting accentuated to its utmost beauty. But the heaviness, soreness, and tenderness in my breasts made it a little uncomfortable. I felt very lonely. It was probably the hormones acting, but I started to cry. I felt like I deserved more care than what Axar was providing. I cried for an hour and when I couldn’t sleep, I called Sakshi. “Reema? Is everything alright?” Sakshi’s first reaction and the care in her tone triggered my hormones again. I cried again. Sakshi waited patiently and then made me calm down. And then, she asked, “What’s wrong, baby?” Sakshi and I shared many things about each other. But I had never shared my problems with Axar or his family with her. And when she called me ‘baby’, something that we called each other to ensure support, I lost it. Then I broke down and told Sakshi about how much I hated South Africa and how much I missed home. I also told her about how our sex life had deteriorated. Sakshi listened to me patiently. We were on a voice call until then. “Give me a minute. I will come to another room”, she said and switched it to a video call. Suddenly, it occurred to me that it was midnight in India and that I was probably intruding on her private time. But even before I spoke, Sakshi started speaking, “Listen, Reema. What I am going to say may sound harsh, but this is the absolute reality. So, listen to me very carefully.’ I nodded and prepped myself. “Motherhood is very precious. But womanhood is even more precious. There is no motherhood without womanhood. So, don’t stop caring about yourself. If someone calls you selfish, so be it. But you need to be given the attention, time and love that you deserve. Similarly, you should give the same kind of time, effort, and love that your husband deserves. Now, I don’t have anything against Axar. I understand his situation. But I am pissed with him now. You should not stay alone without any care.” And for the next 3 hours, Sakshi tried to counsel me. It helped me a lot and our conversation turned into a lighter one. We didn’t realize how late it got until I saw jiju come into the frame behind Sakshi. “Hi, Reema!” Sundar greeted me. And then he offered a cup of coffee to Sakshi and kissed her on the forehead. “Sorry Jiju, I kept Sakshi busy”, I said apologetically. “Oh, no problem at all. You have been best friends since before I married her. You too have all the right to disturb her in her sleep”, he said with a smile. I laughed. “Sorry for the interruption. Carry on, now”, he said and left. “Bye, babe”, Sakshi said to Sundar and sipped her coffee. “Jiju is so cool”, I said. “He is”, Sakshi said with a smile. “Where is he off to so early in the morning?” I asked. “He is going for a run”, Sakshi blushed. “Why are you blushing and smiling?” I got curious. Sakshi hesitated for a second. “Nothing. It’s something he said”, she tried to pass the subject. Again, it was probably my hormones. My curiosity levels peaked suddenly. “Come on, now. I have shared everything from the number of times I have sex with my husband to my favorite position. Why are you hesitant to tell me?” Sakshi smiled, “You know about me too, darling. Don’t you?” “I know about you in general. But how are things with Jiju? Tell me about that. How is he in bed? Tell me everything in detail”, I blurted randomly. Sakshi widened her eyes a bit. She controlled her laughter. But she loved me and would do anything for me without any apprehension. And she also knew that she could trust me with anything. Then she sat back and wet her lips, her usual habit before she spoke. “He’s great”, she said. “Details”, I asked again in a reprimanding tone. Sakshi chuckled. “Ask me anything. I will answer”, she said. To be honest, I had nothing in my mind. It was a casual reaction to my friend’s blushing face. So, I didn’t know what to ask. I gave a quick thought for about 20 seconds and started asking questions. Now, I had no idea what I was asking. I asked whatever came to my mind without thinking whether it was an appropriate question or not. And I had no idea that this discussion would change my life forever. “Promise me you will tell me nothing but the truth”, I made Sakshi promise. “Of course, sweetheart. What’s there to hide from you? We have known everything about each other”, she said assuringly. Feeling assured and comfortable, I started grilling Sakshi. “How many times do you both do it in a week?” “Do what?” Sakshi teased. It irked me slightly. I knew she was being playful. But my curiosity got the better of me. “Fucking”, I said. Sakshi laughed and cautioned me that I should not use profanity for the sake of the baby inside me. Then I told her that I wouldn’t use profanity if she answered me straight. “Ok, let’s start over”, she said. “How many times do you both do it in a week?” I asked. “Five to eight times. Sometimes, even ten”, she said while recollecting. “Nice, I like honesty. Now moving on. I know your favorite position is a woman on top. What is Jiju’s favorite position?” Sakshi smiled before answering. “Jiju has a lot of favorite positions”, she said. “Really? Name them”, I said. “It’s difficult to name, Reema. Sundar loves many things. If it is a handjob, he wants to experiment in different positions. If it’s a blowjob, he will try different positions like holding me upside down and all. But he loves 69. But his favorite is me kneeling down in front of him so that he can place his hand on my head and control the speed”, she stopped and took another sip of coffee. I was lost in my imagination for a few seconds. I couldn’t believe my ears. But I carried on with my questions. “What about the main act?” I asked, now getting more and more curious. “Even the main act, we try different positions. He wants us to master all the positions of kamasutra”, she said. “Wow! That’s amazing. Now I know why you always glow. Maybe you are getting all those facials”, I winked. “You have no idea”, Sakshi smiled. “Okay, tell me why you were blushing after Jiju left? You said it was something he said. What is it?” I asked. Sakshi smiled again. “Do you recall what he said exactly?” He said, “You too have all the right to disturb her in her sleep, right?” “Yeah?” I was curious about what was in that. “Well, it was a double entendre. Sundar has this habit of slipping those double-meaning jokes in between serious conversations”, she said. “What did he mean exactly by that?” I was getting restless. “Sundar also wakes me up in the middle of the night. Sometimes, early in the morning, and sometimes doesn’t let me sleep at all. He wakes me up whenever he is horny. He starts with sucking my boobs or fingering my pussy or asshole when I am asleep. He’d ensure I am lubricated and horny enough before proceeding. And that makes sex so much more fun”, Sakshi smiled. “That’s hot!” I blurted out again but bit my tongue immediately. Sakshi saw that and laughed. “I know. It’s really hot and he makes it totally worth it”, she said. “I’m sure. I want to know more details”, I said and was interrupted by Sakshi. “You get three more questions for today. We’ve been talking for almost five hours and you need to rest now”, she said. “That’s unfair. We have just begun”, I retorted like a kid. “No rush. We are going to talk every day from now. So, we have all the time in the world”, Sakshi said. I gave a minor pause and continued. “Ok, three more questions for today. But, promise me that you will answer me anytime I want to know the details. And you will tell me nothing but the truth”, I said again. Sakshi laughed. “I have no reason to lie to you, Reema. As a matter of fact, I’m actually enjoying this discussion with you. I’m reliving everything in my mind”, she said. For some strange reason, that made me happy. “Go on now. Shoot your next question”, Sakshi prodded. I recovered from my thoughts and asked the next question, “What is the maximum number of times you did in a day and where did you do it?” “That’s two questions rolled into one”, Sakshi pointed. “All right. Tell me now”, I said. Sakshi looked in the air and recalled as she spoke. “The maximum I think was 6 times a day, or maybe 7. I don’t remember exactly. It was one of those days when we both were in the mood. We did it twice in our bedroom, once in the kitchen, twice on the couch, and once in the shower. And yeah, once on the balcony. So, yeah, it’s 7 times”, she confirmed after recalling again. I remained speechless. As one part of my mind processed all the information, the second part worked on the next question. “In the balcony? Was it during the day or night?” I asked. “It was in the day”, she blushed. “Tell me more”, I asked deeply engrossed. “Well, you have exhausted your quota of questions”, she said playfully. “Ah, come on now. Tell me, babe”, I pleaded. “Let’s continue this discussion. Anyway, you made me promise you that I would answer you anytime you want to have this chat. So, I will keep my promise. Don’t worry. Now, it’s not healthy to stay up so late. Go to bed. Talk to you tomorrow”, Sakshi said and disconnected the call. I disconnected the call and lay down on my bed. Then I closed my eyes to relax. But all I could think of was the conversation I had just had with Sakshi. I felt dryness in my mouth. And then I realized that my pulse rate had gone up too. I had some water. As I tried to move a bit, I felt a bit of wetness between my legs. I lifted my gown and slipped a finger onto my pussy. My pussy lips felt extra sensitive and tender. But more importantly, I felt a bit of slippery moisture. “Am I getting wet?” I thought to myself. Then I got up from my bed and slipped out of my gown. I was not wearing any innerwear. I walked naked and stood in front of the mirror. Now, I never had an hourglass figure. But my yoga kept me in good shape. With a 34B-30-34 figure, I have always managed to draw some attention in crowded places. Of course, I will attribute that to my great dressing sense as well. I always dressed up well. But here, as I stood in front of the mirror, I looked at a completely different figure. My breasts were swollen in size, and my nipples protruded a bit, and just added to the beauty. My belly was gaining a nice shape forming a slope towards the middle of my legs. I reached forward, placed one leg on the stool beside the dressing table, and spread my legs a bit. It had been almost two months since I shaved. So the hair was thick enough to hide my pussy. But my vulva has swollen a bit due to my pregnancy. And I could see my moist glory hole. Then I slid my hands over my boobs. It felt nice. I came back and lay on my bed. I closed my eyes and caressed my upper body. As I kept doing it, my thoughts went back to the discussion with Sakshi. As I recalled her mention of the words handjob, blowjob, positions, and Kamasutra, my breath became heavy and my pulse rate increased again. I moved my hand over my breasts and nibbled my nipples a bit. It felt great. But, it was a bit dry. I looked for some lubricant. There was nothing around except some body lotion. I squeezed some into my palm and rubbed it over my breasts. It felt amazing. Then I took a bit more body lotion and rubbed over my nipples. I let out a soft moan as I enjoyed the soft massage that was helping me reduce the itching sensation in my nipples. Then I closed my eyes and recalled the conversation again. Sakshi’s mention of a blowjob in an upside-down position played in my mind. I imagined the position. It felt erotic. I then imagined me and Axar doing something like that. Suddenly, my memory cells activated and I could recall the taste of Axar’s penis in my mouth. My lips had dried up, my breath got heavier and I could now feel my body responding greatly to my gentle breast massage. I felt the tension building up in my body. And I carried on with my mental visualization about Axar and me. But suddenly, the face in my imagination changed. I was seeing Sundar in my visual and he was holding me tight, upside-down. I was not even sure if I was in a dream or if it was my imagination. Suddenly, the visual changed. Sundar was holding me tightly and was exerting pressure on my hips. I felt something press against my mound and it sent jolts of electricity to my boobs. Sundar looked into my eyes and slowly moved forward to press his lips against mine. The kiss turned into a passionate one and we kept sucking each other’s lips. And the pressure on my pussy mound increased. I could feel the tension building up in my body rather quickly. In a few seconds, I felt the need to release the pressure. Three, two, and one; I let out a pleasure moan! Then I opened my eyes. It was all a dream. But the experience my body went through in the dream was real. The wetness of my pussy was more evident and a few drops of my fluid dripped out. I had an orgasm. And it was a great one. I was tired but happy after a long time. I took my phone and texted Sakshi, “Thanks a lot, baby!” This was the first time in weeks that I went to sleep with a smile. Part 2 is coming soon! I am available at [email protected]. Please connect with me and share your stories and ideas from true incidents and I can add my imagination and create a beautiful story for you.