Part 7 – Boss’s Sexy Wife
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This is another experience of mine when I was in Midnapore. (read my previous experience with Poonam). We had a senior member, let us call him Bimalda, who was posted at Midnapore. He was 35, married and had a small girl of about 4 years. He was a very brilliant man and we all considered his joining our company as an ill-conceived decision. For his intelligence and experience, he could have landed a plush job with a lot of perks and benefits. But he was a son of the soil kind of a person and did not want to venture outside West Bengal. His beautiful wife, let’s call her Chaitali, was equally intelligent, a woman, with a lot of commonsense. She was about 32, had a well-maintained figure of 34-26-36 and carried herself very well. She was a graduate in commerce and had not sought a job in the interest of her marriage and home. We bachelors fantasized her a lot and did not lose any chance to be with her, even in the presence of her husband. She made the interesting company, and she was one of the main causes of me stereotyping married Bengali women as “naughty”. Her husband was in charge of orienting us with the nuances of marketing in the rural segment. His knowledge in this field was tremendous and we all held him in awe. That was one reason that prevented any of us going beyond the verbal flirtations with Chaitali. She also knew it and used it to her advantage. I was one of her favourite bachelors. I loved kheer, the dish she loved to cook. So, every other Sunday morning or evening (when guys would go out shopping or dining out) was spent at Bimalda’s place, relishing the kheer Chaitali specially prepared for me. Our talks usually bordered on my affairs, my non-existent girlfriends, my past-times, etc. She would narrate stories on her village life, her pre-marriage flirtations with the boys of her village, her college days, her marriage to Bimalda, and general gossip of the neighbourhood. (They stayed in an apartment very close to ours). After about six months of my acquaintance with Bimalda and Chaitali, I noticed a distinct change in the behaviour of Bimalda and Chaitali towards me. I couldn’t explain it then. Apparently, as I was told later by Chaitali, they had had a quarrel over me frequenting their house and Bimalda had objected to Chaitali showing undue interest in me. Chaitali had struck back saying that she was not satisfied with her sexual life with Bimalda and if he had no objection, she wouldn’t mind having a one-night relationship with me, for a change. They had had an argument over her suggestion and he ultimately had agreed to the challenge she had posed and was willing to let her try it with me, if it could help their own sex life. But why me, I never came to know. Though he had agreed, he was unhappy over the issue. As for me, I was unaware of this “arrangement” until after it was over. She began to call me nicknames, many of which were crude Bengali slang words for phallic symbols. I had begun to pick up Bengali then but I was not very clear of what these names stood for. She would often try getting close to me physically. She would brush my hand while serving, lean very close to me and whisper into my ear to share some private thoughts, putting on a different perfume, showing off more of her waist and navel. She would bend to pick up things, showing her buttocks to me (earlier she would have done the same things kneeling down). She went to the extent of casually adjusting her sari often to reveal more of her waist and her breast or scratch her groin in full view. And when handing over her daughter to me to carry ensuring that I had to brush her breasts with the back of my palms and then making it obvious to me that I had brushed her breasts by saying “chance marta hai, kya”. She would naughtily smile when she would offer me bananas and would eat them with a seductive pout. (Taking a chance with me?) At that time, I was not sure if this was happening or it was all the result of my fantasies. But soon it became obvious that she had intentions to seduce me. I was game. I had been lucky with Poonam before. And I thought luck was on my side again. I let her go on for some more time with her seduction, just to be sure. My masturbation on her fantasies increased and I remember I used to relieve myself thrice a day. The final moment came when one day, I returned earlier than usual to my room since the classroom topic being discussed was not of my interest. I made a casual visit to Chaitali’s place, knowing fully well that Bimalda was not at home. In fact he was the presenter of the topic. It was about 2 o’clock in the afternoon, and she had just returned after dropping her kid at the play school. She had changed into a light pink Lucknowi chikan fabric salwar kameez without a dupatta. She looked sexy. I could clearly see her black bra through it. An unusual combination actually. My “banana” arose from its “plantation” and clearly bulged against the shorts I was wearing. It created an awkward tent, which I was clumsily trying to hide from her view. I stood up and inserted my hands in my pockets to make the erection less obvious. But she brought a cup of tea for me, and then it happened. She held my hand as I took the cup from her hands. I was nervous. Though I had sexual intercourse with Poonam just a few weeks earlier, being with another woman in such a short time was making me nervous. More because I held Bimalda in high esteem and wondered if such an affair would hurt him. Of course at that point of time, I had no idea that this was with his concurrence. She held on to my hand for some time. I finished the cup of tea and lay it on the floor and attempted a stupid conversation. She cut me short. She came near me and bending down to pick up my cup, she let me have a long look at her cleavage. I realised that she had left all three or four hooks of her dress open. I found myself staring at her mango sized white breasts in a strikingly contrasting black bra. I could no longer hide my erection. I took my eyes off her breasts and looked at her in the eye. She was smiling and had a naughty “caught you” look on her face. I was embarrassed. She stayed like that for a few more seconds with her hands on her knees inviting me to continue to explore with my eyes. I looked down and my face was hot with embarrassment. She picked the cup, gave me a small tap on my knee and went into the kitchen. I was relieved and broke into sweat. I was furiously wiping away my brow when she reappeared. Now she had removed her salwar and was only in her kameez (long shirt) with a small towel on her shoulders. I could see her white slender thighs through the side slits as she walked up to me. I fell back on the sofa. She came and sat next to me. I fumbled and stuttered and managed to say sorry. She turned towards me and leaning up close to me wiped the sweat off my face with her towel. And as she did so, my folded hands brushed her breasts. She pressed upon me. It was all over. I succumbed to her machinations. I opened my hands and took her in my arms. “Chaitali, yeh kya ho raha hai?”, I asked. (Chaitali, what is going on?) “Daro nahin. Main tumko chahti hoon. Kisi ko bhi pata nahin chalega. Bimal ko bhi nahin.” (Don’t be afraid. I like you. No one will know, not even Bimal) “Par yeh kyon”. (But why ?) “Tum bahoot sexy ho aur tumhara kela khane ka bahoot man karta hai.” (You are very sexy and I badly wanted to eat your banana) I blushed (I swear). But I was not to be left behind. My wits came to my help. “Mujhe kab kheer khilaogi?”, I asked. (When will you feed me kheer?) “Baad me”, she said. (Later) “Nahin mujhe tumhare doodh ka banaya hua kheer khana hai”, I said slyly. (No. I want the kheer made out of your milk) She blushed. “Chal hat shaitan. Mere breast me doodh nahin hai tumhe pilane ke liye. Bimal or Ketki ne sab khatam kar diya”. (Naughty. I don’t have any milk in my breast to give you. Bimal and Ketki finished all my breast milk) I could feel the heat building up in her as we made sexy statements to each other. She was breathing heavily now. My hands strayed to her breasts and I gave her a gentle squeeze. We did not seem to be in any hurry. We made ourselves more comfortable on the floor. She sat next to me with her legs upon mine, revealing a long slender beautiful leg. I moved my hand on her thighs. They were soft and the flesh melted under my squeeze. I caressed her thigh and moved it up her leg, under the slit of her kameez. Her breasts were against my arm. She leaned forward. “Mujhe kiss karo, Gopal”. (Kiss me Gopal) I took her face in my hands and slowly moved my tongue over her lips. Her lips quivered as I tasted and moistened her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth to welcome my tongue as my oral muscle entered. We kissed hungrily as if that is what we both wanted for a long time. We quit panting and trying to catch our breath. I quickly removed my T-shirt. I was uncomfortable in my shorts and I pulled it down. My penis was right up and had created a wet circular spot. “Tum bhi apni dress utar do”, I advised. (Remove your dress) She did not move but kept staring at my erection. “Mujhe kela khana hai”, she purred. (I want to eat a banana) The statements that we were making were creating a highly sexy atmosphere. I did not wait any further. I stripped. I was completely naked. My penis was hard and long. My full 6 inches stood out in proud glory. She just sat there staring at it. She was sort of immobilised at the sight of my organ. “Kela nahin khaogi?”, I asked, shaking her out of her hypnotic gaze. (Don’t you want to eat the banana?) She knelt in front of me and slowly touched the tip of my penis. Semen was already oozing at the tip. She slowly touched the tip and licked the drop. I couldn’t believe it was happening with this beautiful woman. She came closer and her nose was within centimeters from the tip (sniffing distance). Her hard breaths against my penis was exciting me. I felt that I could hold on no longer. I cried out her name and lunged myself at her face. “Chaitali jaldi khao mera kela”, I said. (Chaitali, eat my banana quickly). I pushed my penis into her mouth and held it there. She gagged. She was not ready. Her nostrils blew wider and she pushed me off. I withdrew, lest I got injured. She coughed and caught her breath. I held her face and apologised. She waved of my apologies and then without any warning swallowed my erection. She had her nose buried in my pubic hair. I could feel the tip of tongue touching the back of her throat. She began to suck me deeply. She held my balls and fondled the sacs. I looked at her. She looked beautiful. She tied her short hair into a small bun. She took small breaks to catch her breath. My six incher was too big for her. She teased me inside her mouth with her tongue. She stopped sucking me. Her mouth was aching. She was not used to it, I thought. “Moo dard kar raha hai”, she said. (My mouth is aching) “Pehle nahin kiya kya”?, I queried. (Haven’t you done it before?) “Nahin”, she said surprising me. (No) I thought that the way she performed on me, she was used to giving blowjobs to Bimalda. “Bimalda ka kela kabhi choosa nahin kya?”, I asked. (Haven’t you sucked Bimalda’s banana before?) “Nahin. Uska kela bahut bada hai. 8-inch ka hai. Usko teen-char baar choosa to dhum ghut gaya. Phir aise mein mazaa nahin aata. Ek baar kiya to pura ras peena pada. Acha nahin laga”, she said. (No. His banana is very big. 8 inches. I have sucked him three to four times and have gagged. Then we don’t enjoy. Once I sucked and I had to drink his semen. I did not like it.) There goes my fantasy of a woman sucking me off, I thought. “Lekin tumhara theek size ka hai. Main choosungi. Lekin moo mein ras mat daalna”. (But your size is okay. I will suck you. But don’t ejaculate into my mouth.) “Lekin abhi to tum ne thodasa semen piya !”, I reminded her. (But just now you licked a little semen) “Woh to appetiser tha. Main ne to sirf thodasa taste kiya.”, she explained. (That was an appetiser. I just tasted a little) I was overjoyed. She took me in once again and began to suck better than before. I could feel the tension building up. She continued. I did not want to spoil the climax of the afternoon. I asked her to stop as I felt myself close. She took me off. A small spurt escaped on to the floor. She smiled and gave a small tap on the dick. She got up and I took her in my arms. I sucked her lips and she mine. I could taste the smell of my penis. I kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her nose and gave a gentle bite on her ears. She kissed my forehead. I offered myself to her kisses. No woman, older to me at that, had kissed me like she did. There was a small element of affection in her sexual overtures. Poonam lacked that finesse. So did Falguni. But here was a woman who gave me one of my best sexual intercourses. Chaitali, then reached to her dress and pulled it over her head. She was in her black bra and pink floral panty. She had medium sized breasts which were held firmly in B cups as I was told later. She was not as slim as I thought. She had just the right amount of flesh. She had a beautiful bosom. Her waist was sexy. Her navel was deep. Her pink panty was barely visible and merged very well with her complexion. Her leg was smooth and hairless. She had an excellent body and figure as it was my turn to stand and stare. She unhooked her bra and released her breasts. Medium sized with brown areola centered with a pink nipple. They seemed firm but soft. I stepped forward and touched her breasts. I pressed them. She brought her hands to mine and pressed them. Yes they were soft. I cupped them in my palms and squeezed them gently. She was beginning to feel the excitement; I could tell by her closed eyes and soft moaning calling out my name. I bent forward and replaced my hands with my mouth. I took her nipple and played with my teeth and teased with my tongue. I lapped at her nipple. She lost her balance at the excitement and went down on the floor. She was breathing hard and she lay down. I lay down beside her and resumed my focus on her soft and firm breasts. I sucked them one by one showering my kisses upon them in heaps. My hand caressed her waist and back even as I sucked her. I imagined drinking her breast milk and what it would taste like. My erection grew harder at the thought. It was rubbing against her thigh. I moved my hand over to her panty and slid my hand inside. I removed it in one pull. Her black bush lay exposed. It was well shaped, giving me the impression that she often shaved. It was interesting. “Tum yahan ka baal shave karti ho kya ?”, I asked. (Do you shave your hair here?) “Haan. Lekin mujhe pasand nahin hai. Bimal ko pura saaf pasand hai. To jab bhi mauka milta hai shave foam or razor leke nikaal deta hai”. (Yes. But I don’t prefer it. Bimal likes it completely clean. Whenever he gets a chance, he removes it with shave foam and a razor) I kissed her breasts once more and descended to her triangle, relishing the depth of her navel on the way. I buried my face in her trimmed bush. She held my head and resisted my advances. “Kyon nahin karoon kya?” (Shouldn’t I do it?) “Nahin dheere se karo. Mujhe wahan choosne se kuch hota hai”, she said. (No. Do it gently. When I get sucked there, something happens to me). I opened her legs and exposed her cunt. I slowly placed my tongue over the exposed flesh. She orgasmed as I expected. Her cunt quickly moistened. I lapped up her juices. I stayed on her cunt for another few seconds and then lay down over her. My wet penis was near her navel. She held my dick and stroked it a few times. She smeared my pre-cum over the entire length of the shaft. She slowly lifted her hips and opened her legs wide. I lowered myself between her thighs and gently fingered her cunt. I teased her cunt lips with my penis in my hand. She orgasmed a couple of times. She then held my shaft and guided me into her wet pot. I slid in very smoothly and began to pump in and out of her. She was helping my motions by thrusting her hips in sync with mine. Her cunt muscles were tightening around my dick. She was bringing me to closer to climax. I continued to pump, holding back as long as I could. Her breasts were jumping up and down. The very sight of her beautiful breasts oscillating made me harder inside her. She was moaning and screaming out my name. She had orgasmed at least 3 times in the 10 minutes I was inside her. I held her breasts and announced that I was about to explode. She urged me on. She held on to my arms while I sought the support of her breasts. And then it happened. I sent in a huge load of hot creamy semen down in to her deep womb. She stiffened and came soon within another two seconds. I continued to empty my load into her. I stayed on inside her. My penis was rapidly shrinking. I slowly pulled out of her and brought out with me a stream of white thick semen. She closed her legs but couldn’t stop the flow. It fell on the floor and trickled down her thigh. I lay exhausted next to her. I was panting like a dog. My hands found their way to my penis. It was wet with our juices. I turned towards her, and asked her,”Hum dono ka ras ek saath taste karogi?” (Do you want to taste our combined juices) She nodded and I moved up on her with my legs on either side of her head. I positioned my penis for her to lick. She licked me up clean. “Tumhara banana shake acha hai”, she commented. (Your banana shake was good) “Kash banana milk shake ban pata”, I mocked. ( If only it had been banana milk shake) She finished her clean-up with her tongue and I lay beside her. She put her leg over my legs and putting her arm across me, she rested her head on my shoulders. She had closed her eyes. My hands rested on the side of her breast, as I played with her nipple. There was a clock on the wall in front of us. It had been more than an hour. Chaitali had gone off to sleep in my arms. I slowly woke her up. She awoke with a kiss and allowed me to have a suck of her breasts. She went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up. I helped her put on her panty. I requested her to allow me to retain her black bra as a memorabilia. She relented after much persuasion and conditions. She slipped on her kameez. She went in and as I watched TV she made a kheer for me. What she said was one of the most erotic statements I have heard so far. “Agar tumhare bachche se pregnant hui to main promise karti hoon, ki kum se kum ek baar tumhe mere doodh ka kheer banake khilaongi”. (If I am pregnant by your child, then I promise that at least once I will feed you kheer made with my breast milk) The very thought of it made me erect. But I knew that I was tired. And it was time for Bimalda to return. I sought leave and promised to be with her whenever she wanted me to. She smiled and kissed me on my lips. She held my hand and asked me to sit down as she had something to say. It was then that she narrated the events that led today’s encounter with me. She apologized for “using” me. I rejected it saying that it didn’t matter as long as we are not into a serious alliance, and we remained together only at the sexual level. I told Chaitali to thank Bimalda on my behalf for the wonderful opportunity he granted us. I had sex with Chaitali on another two occasions until my job took me elsewhere. On one occasion, Bimalda was at home when I arrived at their place on Chaitali’s invitation. I was not sure of what I would do. It was Bimalda who made me comfortable and left the house with his daughter for a couple of hours. My professional relationship with Bimalda improved substantially. I came to know later that they had begun to enjoy their sexual relationship more. Chaitali confessed that she had graduated to swallowing cum, an activity she loathed. It has been over 20 years now and until recently still retained the black bra she gave me. Last heard Bimalda had changed a couple of jobs and was with a small time telecom company in Kolkata; Chaitali was still as sexy as ever though with a little more weight. They had another child 2 years later, and of course, it was not mine. I never had the opportunity to eat her kheer preparation again. Her elder daughter Ketki is now doing her MD.