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Love Rekindled Ch. 01

By: VVandana



I am Vandana, 34 years old. My husband, Vijay, works in a in a public sector company.

Ours was a typical Indian arranged marriage. In our ten years of marriage, we have had our share of ups and downs. Our sex life was just average initially, but picked up steam as the years passed. 

This was in contrast to a majority of Indian marriages, where both partners got married cheerfully to their parents' wishes and started their life together on a blast, but lost steam, pretty soon, in a few years. In India, once married, the partners, even when they had irreconcilable differences, never opted for a divorce, due to social pressures. They remained husband and wife to the world outside, but seldom got along inside their homes.

I did not know about Vijay, but I had a failed love affair before I got married to him.

I had completed my post-graduation in literature from the district's premier arts college. I had been in love with a classmate. But those were the days, when family resistance played spoiler to the matters of the heart. In order to get married, one had to cross many hurdles ...religion, caste, education, status, wealth, so on and so forth. Only method was to elope. Eloping, however, meant getting ostracized by your own people and, understandably, not many opted for it, while those opted for it had disastrous life after marriage. 

Our love affair had to bite the dust, due to a combination of such factors.

Vijay was a very understanding and easy-going personality. Not as handsome as Kishan, the one-time classmate that I had been in love with, but nonetheless was an above average looking man and he carried himself well. He was not very short, but just couple of inches taller than me.

Our first night was atypical too. We slept facing away from each other. In the days followed, I had a feeling that he somehow had got wind of my affair, but both of us were hesitant to bring up the subject. 

In college, I was one of the most beautiful girls and right on top of the guys' list. I had a figure that was the envy of the other girls, with a height of 5'6" and a figure of 36-32-36. My breast size was 36CC, but perky and firm as well. I often liked to admire myself in the mirror. My nipples were almost one inch long, when they were aroused. They were orbited by two-inches-in-diameter areolae. I had been naturally proud of my physical assets.

My alluring features, often, prompted people remark that I could try my hands in modelling. My interest was strangely not in modelling at that point in time. May be, because, I had heard stories about some of my close relatives who had troubles in the modelling field. 

I did not have any slightest of doubt that Kishan, with his immense personality, and I were made for each other! The fate thought otherwise!

After Vijay and I set up our home in the nearest city, where Vijay was employed, we started getting closer to each other. With passing of time, Kishan started waning from my memory radar. 

We did finally consummate our marriage, three months after we got married. 

Next morning, over the breakfast, Vijay looked into my eyes and asked, "Did you have a love affair before marriage?" 

The question caught me off guard. 

"Yes!"

Vijay seemed a bit amazed, despite the fact that his guess was right.

"It is ok... I had loved a girl too, but she is now married to someone else. I have forgotten her in the past 3 months after we got married."

Those days, before the age of mobile phones and Internet, the love affairs were hardly physical. The girls, especially, were rarely allowed to venture out of their homes. 

"You may talk to me about it... only if you really want to."

"I do not want to, as I am trying to forget the past. Neither am I interested to hear about your past, as I want you to forget your past too."

That was the last time, when we discussed the topic. 

We were getting into a new phase of our life. We started growing fond of each other, after our first anniversary. The sex life was satisfactory as well, during the next few years. We had a daughter in our third year of marriage. But, a few years later, our sex life was at its ebb again. However, we had no complaints, as I got busy with bringing up of my daughter, while Vijay got busy with his career.

Our daughter is eight now. During the summer holidays, we planned to take her on a holiday to a hill station. It was a hectic journey and my daughter was very tired and fell asleep, as soon as we checked in, in our Hotel. 

We decided to take a leisurely walk around the picturesque streets surrounding the hotel. 

When we were returning back, I stopped in my track, seeing a man coming towards me! 

It was Kishan! My heart skipped a few beats! 

Vijay, surprised at my sudden discomfort, caught hold of my hands for a support and asked, "Are you ok?"

He noticed a man, striding towards us, with a friendly smile written on his face. Perhaps looking at the myriad of expressions on my face, it did finally dawn on him that it could be none other than Kishan.

"Hi, I am Kishan! Vandana and I were college mates!"

"Hi, I am Vijay!"

"I am here on business. "How are you Vandana?"

"I... I am fine, Kishan! How about you? What are doing these days?"

Kishan told us that he was into his family business of tea. He was living in the same city where we lived. He was on one of his regular visits here. He was incidentally staying in the same hotel where we were staying.

After the exchange of few pleasantries, we went back to our room. 

For me, the old memories, which I thought I had successfully wiped out from my memory, were back! I was surprised to learn that the memories were actually still fresh. At bed, I turned my back to Vijay and started hallucinating.

For the rest of our trip, I was quiet with Vijay. I could not stop my mind going back to Kishan and our good old times together. I sensed that Vijay knew what was going on within me. Our daughter's presence came as a respite to me. She had enjoyed the trip the most. We returned after two days of sight-seeing with her.

We were relieved to be back in our home. I knew that Vijay was perturbed with the sudden reappearance of my old flame. Though he did not reveal his thoughts, I knew Vijay was quite as disturbed, at my growing aloofness, as I was with my thoughts on Kishan.

On my part, I was surprised at the sudden fluttering of my heart whenever I thought of Kishan since the holiday trip! His tall handsome frame came haunting me. 

It took me a month to pull me back into the routine life!

Just as we seemed to have got settled back into the routine life, one day, out of the blue, Vijay asked me, "Do you still think about Kishan?"

I was dumbfounded. 

"I notice some changes in you, over the past month, since meeting Kishan." 

Vijay continued, "You can discuss with me your feelings so that I can be of some help. This is for own good and our daughter's future." 

I realized that I was letting it affect our marriage. "I am sorry, Vijay!"

"It is ok so long as you expressed to me your feelings openly and not kept them locked up ".

He suggested that we invite Kishan, his wife and children to our home for a lunch on a Sunday. I thought it was a good idea. Getting to know his family might instil in me the fact that he was no longer a bachelor and rather had a life of his own. 

They did drop in for lunch, on a Sunday, a few weeks later. 

What struck me immediately, after they came in, was that his wife was detached. It seemed as if Kishan and his wife on different wavelengths. In looks department as well, the contrast was apparent. She was a no match for Kishan's personality. But, she did not score badly either. It was just that Kishan's charms were on a different level.

During the time, when they were in our house, Kishan was stealing glances at me, at few opportunities. I was taken aback. It made me uncomfortable. Of course, Kishan did not know that Vijay knew about our college day affair. I knew my husband was taking these initiatives, so that we got used to the fact all of us had different lives and families to take care.

But, the cold vibes between Kishan and his wife was a dampener. I could sense some sexual tensions, whenever Kishan and I were left alone, even if it were for a few seconds. I was sort of relieved to see them leave after lunch. But, to my horror, I found myself thinking more and more about Kishan. 

In the night, I was shuffling between my sides, with a sexual longing. Vijay, sensing my need, pulled me close. My single piece night dress came off easily. I was naked underneath except for my panties! Vijay inserted his fingers inside the panties. His middle finger reached for my clit and felt my wetness. My pussy was dripping the love juices already. It had been years since, perhaps, he found me in such an aroused state. He did not have to do any foreplay. I was aroused already, which in turn aroused him too, as it was not quite often that he found me sexually wanting, of late. 

I took both his hand and made him cup my breast while his other hand was still on my clit. With the passions running high, I was huskily whispering into Vijay's ears, "Kishan... will you please lick my breasts and suck on my nipples?"

Vijay paused from what he was doing for a few seconds. But, he resumed soon enough kissing me, as if he did not notice me uttering Kishan's name. I was relieved. But, Vijay had, by now, mastered this uncanny knack of asking questions, at unexpected moments!

He suddenly withdrew from the kiss and asked me, "Are you dripping so wet, from your thoughts of Kishan?"

My face turned red and I stood up from the bed, as if to protest. He caught me at my waist and stood behind me and cupped my breasts gently from behind, while planting kisses on my neck and right cheek and said that I was uttering Kishan's name. I felt naked emotionally. I was feeling both guilty and surprisingly still aroused.

Vijay was whispering into my ears, "It is ok dear. It's just a physical attraction you have on him and I understand!"

Surprisingly, I found myself sedately turning towards him and started French-kissing him. The kiss had a lusty passion, as if there was no tomorrow.

"You are free to call me Kishan, if you desired so."

Though I did not do so, the intercourse, we had that night, turned out to be intense. 

"I have never experienced such an intercourse with you. We were both aroused several notches up, today!"

I was still not answering him.

"You had never asked me openly for anything whenever we have had sex. But, when you today asked me to lick your breasts and nipples, I found it to be more erotic. Even the fact, that you had mentioned Kishan's name, and not mine, surprisingly, did not bother me."

We had had three rounds of sex, but in intervals, before sun rise. The sleep and the sex were sporadic and alternating. Until then, we were used to sex every 3 or 4 days, which, later, turned to be once a week, or even a month.

In the days followed, Vijay liked us to engage in erotic conversations, during our copulations. These small erotic talks were changing our sex life, upside down, and for better. We were opening up like never before, to each other. 

I did not realize that it was just a beginning of exciting times ahead...

Love Rekindled Ch. 02



In the days followed, our sex life was at its peak. We started being more talkative during the acts. As a husband, Vijay had given me more than I could ask for... from an honourable life in the society to a satisfying sex life in the private. The sudden intimacy between us did not surprise mys who were living with us. They had been demanding us to give them a grandson as well. 

A month before the onset of winter, we wanted to take a break, before my daughter's holidays. We left our daughter with mys. Since it was a short duration, we landed in the same hill station where we had been a few months earlier, during the summer. This was the nearest getaway and this is where we had first met Kishan. 

All decent Hotels were running on full occupancy. My husband could manage a booking, in advance, only in a nameless Hotel. When we landed, our fears came to be true. We found the Hotel to be very average, with smelly rooms and lethargic service. It was a real turn off for the romantic break that we had come on. 

We were debating whether we should cut short the tour and return home. Vijay was dialling many numbers to try his luck, when his phone buzzed. 

After finishing the call, he came to me and said, "We are lucky. That last call was from Kishan. He called to enquire about some good schools, as he is looking for a change of school for his son for some reason. I told him that we are away on a holiday break and will get you to talk to his wife, once we are back. He said that he is incidentally coming to the hill station today for a business meeting. He has a booking with one of his regular Hotels. He has offered us to stay there, as he would be arriving, only late evening and he was confident of finding some other arrangement for himself."

We did not waste any time and left for the premium accommodation that Kishan had told us about. We reached there and found that there indeed was a booking in the name of Kishan.

We checked in and found to our surprise that it was a family suite, large enough for 4 to 5 people to stay. The lone bed room came handy for a couple, if privacy was required with an attached bath while the spacious hall had a common bath room. We refreshed and went out for lunch in a nearest restaurant outside the Hotel. Food was available in the Hotel, but we wanted to have a leisurely walk around the area. We came back and slept the whole of afternoon, in the hall itself which had a bigger TV.

In the evening, we went down to the lobby greet Kishan, who had just arrived. He was arguing with the reception staff. When we inched near, we understood the situation, as the hotel could not offer him another room, despite he being a regular customer.

My husband told him, "Kishan, the suite has enough option for all of us to stay and we should not waste our money. Nor do we have any option with most decent Hotels fully occupied."

Kishan reluctantly agreed, though he seemed little uncomfortable, perhaps at the thought of sharing an accommodation with his old lover. 

Kishan finally took our offer. My heart flutters seemed to suddenly return.

Kishan said, "I am expecting a business associate in the lobby and will be back shortly." 

Vijay said, "I would like to visit the bar for a few drinks. After you are done with your meeting, you can come back to the suite and make yourself comfortable. I am sorry that we have occupied the bed room. If you have no work, you can join me in the bar."

Vijay turned to me, "Vandana, please give Kishan company, if he is back before I return." 

As it was a casual suggestion, I said "ok!"

Fifteen minutes later, Kishan returned and he was carrying some office documents and a bag with him. I nodded at him and went into the bed room. The wall separating the bed room, from the hall, was mostly glass. The glass was plain and had just a thin transparent curtain. I could see the bright lit hall from inside. I noticed that there was a second screen, rolled all the way up. I found a switch for the curtain and pressed it. The second screen rolled down. This was a thicker screen and provided a complete privacy. I could only vaguely hear Kishan talking to someone on his mobile, regarding his meeting next day. I switched on the TV inside the room.

Vijay called, "Vandana, I have met an old friend here in the bar. If you are hungry, I suggest that both of you order for some food and finish in the meanwhile, before I join you." 

With a kind of sexual uneasiness between us, this was not a situation I wanted to be in. After a few minutes of predicament, I came out of the bed room and saw that Kishan had already refreshed and was working on his documents and still using his mobile to talk to people. Seeing me, he turned around and came near me. I told him what Vijay had told me. 

Kishan said, "Let us wait for Vijay to come back so that we all have the dinner together."

That seemed ok to me and made me comfortable. We made ourselves comfortable on the sofas facing each other. We started discussing about our old friends in the college and what they were doing. The discussions could not avoid the time we had spent together as lovers. I could sense the sexual tension returning back in the air.

I was wearing a sari below my exposed navel, managing to just above the top of my pubic hair and low cut sleeveless blouse, kind of which Vijay always wanted me to wear during such trips. Kishan's eyes were roving all over me, whenever I moved my hands or got onto my feet, giving him an ample view of my bosoms and belly.

I was surprised to find myself becoming so wet under that I was scared of spots on my sari behind or the sofa. 

When I could not conceal my feelings any longer, I excused myself and started to get up and turn back to the bed room. As I was entering the bed room, Kishan came from behind, caught hold of my wrist and turned me towards him. Before I could recoup, he forcefully planted a full kiss on my lips and pushed me gently inside the room leaving the door to shut behind us.

Instead of protesting, to my horror, I found myself hugging him with one hand on his head and the other on his shoulder while I kissed him back feverishly.

There was a message tone in my mobile. I withdrew and told him, "We should stop! Vijay would be here any moment. I am sorry!"

I read the message. It was from Vjay saying that he would take some more time and would be back in an hour, as his fried wanted to have dinner. 

A sigh escaped my mouth. 

Before I could react, Kishan pulled me again. 

I shamelessly clung to him and we started to kiss again. 

He suddenly withdrew and asked, "Do you want me to stop, if you think this is not right?"

But, to my surprise, I had not wanted it to stop.

Sensing my disappointment, he pulled me closer and put his lips back on mine. 

His hands were now everywhere on my body and he was skilfully eliminating my cloths without wasting any time but at the same time being gentle all the while. I was surprised at his skill and speed. Within no time, I was completely naked, except for my mangalsutra and other jewels. 

May be, the short time gap we had, was playing in his mind. Or was it in my mind as well? 

The light in the room was romantic enough to elevate the sexual atmosphere further up. 

He pushed me down on the bed and started to kiss on my neck. He slowly lowered to kiss my tits and nipples. His hands and lips alternated between my tits delivering kisses and gentle massages. I longed for more and brought my chest up for him. 

He was an athlete in the college and he seemed to have taken good care of his physique to this day. Needless to say, he was physically more authoritative than Vijay. 

My thrusting upwards of my tits was inviting enough for him to make his moves confidently. His manoeuvring of my breasts ranged from gentle caress to very hard squeezes. 

The orthodox upbringing came to my mind for a fleeting moment. But, the lust had overtaken everything else. Also, the small talks Vijay had of late been engaging with me had given me more courage to forget about the danger of my husband walking in any moment.

Kishan was now licking below my navel and was inching towards my vagina. He started to lick my clit which seemed to disappear into his mouth. I had a violent orgasm with my clit completely inside his mouth. Vijay and I had not indulged in oral sex, excepting the initial few years. I let out loud moans while I pulled him further into me with my both hands. I reached an orgasm after many years. 

After my series of orgasms died, he released my clit from his teeth. He sat next to me. To my surprise, what I did next was something which I had not done to my husband till then! I kneeled in front of him and pulled his trousers down, bringing his underwear down with it. His penis was fully erect and at least an inch more than my husband's!

I took the penis head in my mouth and started to lick around it with my tongue like those sluts in pornographic materials, which Vijay had brought me during the past few months to energise our sex life. Within no time, he shot a massive load of his semen in my mouth. My mouth started overflowing with his non-stop onslaught. I could sense his penis head now touching my throat. I continued to hungrily suck on his manhood and swallowed his cum.

He pushed me down, turned me over and started to kiss all over my body from behind. His manhood had come alive again. He suddenly turned me over again and began to enter my pussy. My highly charged juice-dripping pussy made it easy for his monster of a manhood to enter completely in. He shot another load, only this time it was deep into my womb. I was not on any contraceptive but it was a safe day. 

We were lying next to each other, both looking at the ceiling above us. I told him that we needed to get moving quickly, as Vijay would be in.

What he said next made me faint.

"Your husband would be ok, as it was all part of our plan."

He got up, dressed himself, and planted a kiss on my lips, before walking out.

I was dazed and took me a while to recover. Varied emotions went through me. Emotion of satisfaction from the great sex I just experienced, emotion of guilt, emotion of having been cheated by my own husband. 

I was torn between guilt, pleasure and satisfaction all at the same time.

Few more minutes passed by and I convinced myself that what Vijay had done for me was a selfless sacrifice, as after all that I had wanted it myself. More of erotic talks, of late, had centred on me having sex with my old lover. And, this is just what I had done now. So, how Vijay could be blamed for this? I had the choice to decline Kishan's approaches. In fact, at one point, Kishan had asked me before he went further. May be, Vijay would have told him not to do it, if I had not wanted it.

I decided to mock anger at Vijay, when he returned. I did not want to go to the restroom and clean up as I wanted him to know what had happened, so that I did not have to give an account of what had happened, which would have been uneasy for me. 

I pulled just a sheet over me to cover my nakedness. It did not take much time, before Vijay came inside the room. I was lying on my right facing the other side. Vijay came and sat next to me on the bed from behind.

He was trying to pull the sheet from my shoulders, when I brushed him aside and pulled it back with a made up anger. I could see he was feeling apologetic. I suppressed my smile inside the sheet. He put his hand on my shoulders and thought I was troubled from what had happened. 

He was trying to turn me over, when I told him, "Do not talk to me again. All is over between us."

We could hear the TV running in the hall. If not, Kishan would have been able to hear our conversation.

"Sorry. But, you could have resisted, if you had desired so."

I turned back and looked into his eyes. "Are you saying that I am at fault?"

"...."

"Why are you here now? To hear from me what had happened or how it had happened?"

"...."

"I am very tired. If you want to what we did, please find out for yourself." Then, I pushed open the sheet to show my nakedness to him sheepishly. 

Now, the mixture of emotions, which I had gone through a few moments earlier, was on display on my husband's face... from shock to a suppressed mix of sigh and laugh. 

He lowered himself and kissed me on my forehead. I pouted my lips and half opened my mouth as I wanted him to smell and sense the sex juices that I had a few minutes earlier received in my mouth from another man.

It took him only a few seconds to realize the blow job I had given Kishan. He was surprised because I had never done that to him.

He started to kiss my provocatively puckered lips. Our tongues played together and I must have transferred good amount of sperm of my lover from my mouth to my husband's mouth.

When he finally withdrew from the kiss, he asked me "How do you feel now?"

"Clean, and pristine!" We laughed looking into each other's eyes.

"Ok, what next?"

I asked him, "Do you want more of it?"

He had a puzzled look.

I spread my legs as if to clear his doubts.

I held his right hand and brought it to my used pussy. "I wanted you to fuck me." We had started to use the f word freely, during our recent erotic talks.

He undressed himself and was surprisingly almost close to the size of Kishan today. He entered me. His penis entered my used pussy so easily. 

"Did he come in you?"

"Yes, of course. It is a safe day anyway."

He started to increase his pace. Within a matter of few minutes, my orthodox vagina had been pumped semen by two men one after the other on the same bed. Kissing me on the lips, our tongues teased and my husband was saying, "Your used pussy felt great!" 

After what seemed like 45 minutes with Kishan and 30 minutes with my husband, I was strangely still carrying a lust unsuppressed. May be, it was because of the unique position of power I was in. I thought Vijay sensed it. 

"I have finished my dinner at the bar itself. Suggest you go to the hall, order and have dinner with Kishan as he is also starving." Vijay continued, "Ok, I have an idea. I will go out and order food for both of you, while you refreshed."

When I came out after a bath, I saw the food was already on the table. There was a knock on the door and my husband walked in. 

"Vandana, I will spend the night on the hall while you could sleep inside with Kishan."

I started to protest though I found my juices starting to flow again. 

Vijay came next to me and kissed me on my mouth and said that he wanted me not to later regret a missed opportunity. I could not carry my pretence any further. He asked me to decide and tell him what I wanted. I was now shy to tell him what I wanted. 

I pulled him close to me and kissed him on the lips and just said, "Thanks."

"What does it mean?" He was now testing me. 

"OK, I want to sleep with Kishan tonight."

He told me good night with a wink in his eyes and went out. 

The night was still young ...



Love Rekindled Ch. 03



My first night, with my lover, turned out to be a rollercoaster ride for me. I hadn't thought sex would be such a wonderful thing in a man-woman relationship.

Dinner had been ordered. Before it arrived, I wished to take the showers. I entered the bath. Kishan and Vijay were in the hall, perhaps, having chitchat.

When I came out of a leisurely long bath, I noticed the bed had been decorated, like it was done for a 'first-night' occasion. I wondered who had done it. Kishan later told me that it was Vijay, my husband, who had made the arrangements through the Hotel. 

It left me wondering who, the Hotel staff had thought, as my husband, Vijay or Kishan? Did they not find the presence of a third person strange, in the suite decorated obviously for a couple? I hoped that nobody from our family or social circles worked, in that Hotel! 

The Indian first-nights are celebrations of their own. The room would be customarily decorated with fresh fragrant flowers all over, from the four walls to the ceiling. A generous sprinkling over the bed as well, making it literally a flower bed for the newly married to start their life together with their life partner. The bedside tables are generally chock-a-block with eatables, such as variety of fruits, nuts, and milk. 

The latter was the only thing that was lacking in our room. Not that, we, at our age, with a independent families of our own, had any complaints, of course. The dinner dishes had instead occupied this table, which itself did not seem a necessity for us. We had other things in our mind. Whatever Vijay had done was more than what Kishan or I would have asked for. I did not know whether to call this his thoughtfulness or an implied license for me to enjoy the night without any guilt with my lover. I felt that he needed not to have gone to this extent. Rather than anything else, it had infused some more guilt. 

Marriages still came as the only licence for sex between a man and a woman, in India. The first-night decorations exemplified it, more than anything else. In our case, the license was from my own husband. I wondered if he did it for this one-off occasion! Or, was it suggestive for a life-time license?

The thought that Vijay would be sleeping on the other side of the frail wall, made of glass and hollow blocks, did come as a relief to me. Muffled voices and activities could easily be heard for people on the other side. Vijay, as a gentleman, had switched on a music channel in the hall outside, so that we had a complete privacy for ourselves inside the bed room. The channel was played the whole night in low decibels, so as not to disturb a neighbour, at the same time, ensuring privacy for us!

Besides the relief, the fact that Vijay would be sleeping next door was also giving it an erotic atmosphere.

Kishan proved his expertise in his love making. This was another matter, which left me wondering, how or where he had got his training on carnal matters! After all, he had shared only cold vibes with his wife, who could not have taught him these!

On the other hand, was it because of the love, he had nurtured for me, since eternity?

There was no room on my body that he did leave untouched, that night. Primarily, my more erotic zones... like breasts, nipples, clitoris, navel, armpits were subjected to his kisses, hungry licks, nibbles and bites. Whatever he wanted, he took it. He did not wait for my nod.

In fact, both of us were shameless and commanding, in our love making. I, uncharacteristic of my social upbringing and orthodox background, took his cock into my mouth, if and when I wanted, and slurped on it like a sex-craved maniac. Who had taught me the arts of sucking a cock or riding atop a man and fucking him? 

Was it the same love that I had nurtured and was dormant within me?

If our intercourse had been hurried in the evening, it was gentle and took its own time to unfold, in the night. I attained orgasms a few more times, before we went to sleep, well past mid night. 

He had shot his semen once in my pussy, once down my throat and once all over my face and chest, (as I wanted to watch him spray his semen) which he licked clean, before we slept naked, in each other's arms. 

I had been stripped naked completely by Kishan, excepting my mangalsutra, ('mangalsutra' is alike the 'engagement ring'; it is tied to a gold chain and worn around the neck of the bride in Hindu marriages, by the bridegroom, as part of the marriage vow; 'Mangal sutra' is considered sacred and is never to be untied from the wife for rest of the life).

He had freed me of all my other jewels... including my ear rings. He had mumbled into my ears, during the height of our sexual union, that he had wanted me naked, in all senses. I was wondering what he had meant, as I was already plain naked. With his penis deep in my pussy and his lips kissing my lips, his hands were unscrewing my ear rings. Once done, he grasped between his lips my ear lobes and started to kiss and lick them clean. 

He did not want to use a condom too and I was, anyway, on my safe days.

During the sleep, his manhood was, forever, half to full erect, rubbing against my belly, vagina, waist and ass crack. His hands were constantly roaming all over my body as well. There was not a moment, when my pussy had not been involved. Either his fingers were playing an inch or two into my pussy or his penis, even while he slept.

When I woke up in the morning, it was still dark. A distant sign of imminent sunlight was evident. I raised my head a little to look at my wrist watch at the bed side. It was just half past six. I was facing away from Kishan. His manhood was half-erect half-way into my pussy. His left hand was on my left breast in a tight embrace. His nails were hurting. He must have been hallucinating sex with me. 

Unable to bear the pain, I was about to wake him up. Then, I decided to handle it differently and tease him a little instead. I started to wriggle my waist mildly, widening the thighs to allow more room for him to enter my pussy from backside. In a few moments, I felt his penis grow harder. I started to move back and forth my buttocks, along the length of his shaft, till he was rock hard completely inside me. 

His hand moved from my left breast to my right breast, releasing me from the pain. This time, his nails did not come in the way, but my mangalsutra did. He was squeezing my breasts, with the entire mangalsutra, inside his palm. The hard squeeze and the feel of the cold metal, worn by my husband on me, only made me more aroused. Still asleep, in this position, he was fucking me, in slow but deep thrusts, relentlessly for a long while. 

A good half hour later, he was kissing backside of my neck. He had woken up from his sleep, at last! 

He brought me on my all four and kneeled behind me, on the bed. Holding my waist with both his hands, from behind, he was now fucking me doggy with more powerful thrusts than he had one in the night. Early morning energy was helping him, perhaps. My pussy had never received such merciless pounding. I felt his penis muscles tighten against my vaginal muscles. An orgasm was building within me as well. He came in me hard. I attained my longest ever orgasm, in my life. 

We went back to sleep in the earlier position, with his limp penis rubbing my ass and mangalsutra-tangled breast in his hand.

Day 2 

When we woke up again, I saw Kishan entering the bath room. My watch showed quarter to 9 O' clock. After he came out refreshed, I went in and refreshed as well.

We came out of the room to see that Vijay was missing in the hall. There was a note left behind by him asking us not to wait for him but have our breakfast. We ordered and finished our breakfast in the suite itself.

Just as we were sipping our coffee, there was a knock at the door. I went to open it. I blushed immediately seeing Vijay. I wished him good morning. He walked in and nodded to both of us and sat in the single seat sofa. I sat myself next to Kishan on the double sofa.

Vijay asked, "Hope both you had a good sleep?"

"Yes, we did."

"By the way, I need to go to Delhi, on a sudden business call this afternoon. I can be back only by morning tomorrow. I need to start moving in a few minutes, as soon as the inter-city taxi comes."

Both Kishan and I had to try hard to conceal our excitement. We will have, to ourselves, a full uninterrupted 24 hours, to scale up our love making to another level. 

I was not just thinking about sex, but the sex as well as the time we would be able to spend together. May be, we could do an outing in the hill station as well. I thought about the potentials it promised, in isolated backdrops.

Vijay packed his needs in a brief case. We started talking about mundane matters. The tension, in me, was eased a little.

In an unexpected moment, Vijay asked, "Tell me Kishan, how much did you love Vandana in your dating days?"

It caught us unawares.

"Ahh... A lot, of course"

"...Like?"

We were both silent.

"Why don't guys be informal? I would like us to be expressive in our relationships so that it does not affect our lives and families."

My guilt was back. As if he read my mind, Vijay spoke again, "Vandana, please do not feel guilty. Also, we should be outspoken, under the circumstances.

Kishan replied, after he let a few seconds pass, "I don't know how to express in words." 

Before he finished what he was saying, he edged closer to me. I was startled as to what he was up to. He took my face in my hands and planted a firm kiss on my mouth. I was being kissed right in front of husband! Kishan was boldly opening my mouth with his tongue. He needed not to cross the line to demonstrate his love for me, I thought. But, he was so forceful that he succeeded in finding my tongue and started French kissing me. The heat of the act made me melt in his arms.

I was forgetting my surroundings. I did not know when he had pulled aside my sari drape. I felt his hands on my blouse, over my chest. He was removing the hooks. I came back to my senses and tried to halt him.

Kishan was whispering to me, audible enough to be heard by everyone in the room, "Vandana, let us not hide our emotions, any longer. We should not hurt Vijay, who has been so unselfish and caring, all through."

That did the trick. I surrendered to Kishan and the fate. I let them take over me. I thought just participating in, in whatever Kishan had intended to do with me in front of Vijay, was the best I could do, in that situation.

I did not realize when my blouse had come off. I was sitting topless. Kishan was busy tugging at my sari at the waist. Was he trying to strip me naked completely! He did not to have to prove his love for me by striping me naked. But, the pep talk had freed my mind off any guilt. I was no longer bothered. Also, the passion, with which Kishan was fondling me all over, had made me forget my modesty. Soon, I had been stripped totally naked. Kishan's fingers were caressing my pussy. 

It did not take a long, before I climaxed on his hand, with two fully clothed men sitting in the room, one participating in the act and the other watching! Did they have to strip me of my modesty, while they sat cultured? In spite this thought, just as my orgasm was dying on Kishan's hands, I pulled him closer and planted a kiss on his lips. 

He withdrew his hand from my pussy, lifted me, placing me on his lap and continued the kiss. His lips moved to my closed eyes. He moved sideways and was kissing my ear lobes, which were still bereft of the rings he had removed in the night. I realized that Vijay would have noticed it too. He had never ever removed any of my jewels, during our sex act, all these years. 

I was still returning to my senses from the sexual upheaval, when I heard Vijay saying, "Hey... That was beautiful... I am happy that this all happened for a purpose. This, at best, looks a refined love; no way can be called a perversion. Love you, Vandana."

With that, Vijay got to his feet and bid us good bye, asking Kishan to take a good care of me and left, promising to meet us next day.

I managed to mutter, "Take care, Vijay. I will see you tomorrow."

The door shut behind us. I was still sitting naked in Kishan's arms. 

I brought one leg around to face him, with my buttocks still on his lap. We started to kiss, with straight faces to each other. I was aware that it was only me, who had reached a climax. I wanted both of us reach an orgasm together, with his penis in me. The atmosphere had already made it electric for me. Kishan was hurriedly pulling his pants down under me. I pulled his T-shirt over his head. I rubbed my bottom, against his already erect cock, which slickly glided into my dripping pussy. 

I was still deep kissing him... I placed one of my hands on his knee, and started riding and grinding him, with head thrown backwards, like a skilled sex freak. Kishan had his eyes on my bouncing breasts and brought his mouth to deliver kisses all over my accessible parts.

A long promising day (and night) was in store!



Love Rekindled Ch. 04



My husband, Vijay, left on his business trip, after he watched an eyeful of love (and lust), which Kishan and I blatantly demonstrated, for each other (Previous chapter explains why 'blatant'). I would have never imagined, before we came on this trip, that I would even be masturbated naked, with my willingness, in the company of two fully clothed men. After Vijay left, our love making continued, with me riding my lover in a passionate intercourse taking me to my third orgasm of the day.

We had barely managed a few hours of sleep, in the night! Kishan really hadn't let go off me fully. He had seemed obsessed of my pussy, more than any other part in my body, with my breasts scoring a distant second. He had his penis or fingers in my pussy, even during our sleep. May be, he had a pussy fixation, I thought!

(Read previous chapter, for all the action, referred above, in more detail).

Day 2... continues:

Time was just past 10 O' clock. Kishan had cancelled his businesses for the day. 

He was seated on the sofa. I was lying exhausted on his lap, wondering how many more orgasms were in store for me that day. He suggested that we go sight-seeing around the city to get refreshed from the non-stop love making sessions, since previous evening.

We decided to visit just one or two places. We did not want to spend too much time, outdoor, either.

In the first tourist spot that we visited, we were open about our enamoured love for each other, amongst the company of nameless faces. Intimacy between Kishan and I was too conspicuous to ignore. There was a dispersed crowd all around.

I was wearing a transparent sari. It was bluish white. A sari is normally wrapped around the waist, with the loose end of the drape worn over the shoulder, baring the midriff areas. I knew I always looked sexy in a sari. The drape part was so sheerer that the rest of the sari that the blouse was bared fully.

This time, my blouse was even sexier than the sari. It was a vest-like single-piece elastic blouse; white in colour and very wide necked, exposing my shoulders totally. It had no buttons or shoulder straps. It just held on at the biceps. In order to wear or remove, you just had to pull it over your head. 

When I had worn them in the morning, Kishan had said I looked gorgeous in this. The sheer sari drape was offering unhidden view of my blouse. Though I tried pushing them underneath, every now and then, my bra straps were visible at the corners. It offered the only unsightly element, in my designer look.

"Why don't you go bra-less?"

"Are you crazy?"

"The shoulder strap of your bra, underneath the wide shouldered blouse, does not offer a pleasing sight of, otherwise, a gorgeous lady. You must use either strapless brassieres or nothing underneath. Your perky breasts, in fact, do not need them."

I had to agree to his point of view. I wasn't comfortable adjusting the straps frequently to get them out of the view. I decided to go braless. The blouse clung to my breasts like a second skin. I was in awe of his judgement and the beauty tips he had for me. Where did he learn this?

Coming back to the first tourist spot we were in... Kishan's hands were, at times, all over my sensual parts like thighs, pelvis, belly, and ribs. He even managed to plant firm kisses on my lips or cheeks. When he was mischievous and thought no one noticed, he grasped my tits playfully. I could see jealous gazes from the male population, following us wherever we went, eyeing our public demonstration of romance. 

We decided to move to another tourist spot, which was, unlike the first one, almost inaccessible and secluded where not many tourists preferred to visit. It was a big scenic pond and few other attractions, inside an expansive forest type area.

We entered from the remote side of the pond, where only people with own vehicles dropped by and the entrance fee was costly.

We sat down on a green top, under a tree nearby, facing the pond. Kishan's eyes were roaming all over my body in a romantic way. I noticed odd couples sitting in the other side of the pond. We were the only ones in this part of the pond. The other side was at least 500 meters away. Nonetheless, we could see the people from here. Kishan's car came handy, as we did not have to take a driver with us, hampering our privacy.

Kishan moved behind me and pulled me closer to him making me rest on his chest. He started kissing my ear lobes and cheeks from behind with his hands on my naked belly. In the process, my sari drape had fallen aside. He brought up both his hands to place them on my tits. My nipples were already expectant of his touch and erect through the material of the braless blouse.

Before I could protest, he pulled the blouse to my neck, fully exposing my breasts to Mother Nature... and the people on the other side of the pond. If they had had binocular, it would have shown them everything in graphic detail. Even without binocular, they would have obscurely noticed what we were up to.

I tried to pull my transparent sari to cover my modesty. Kishan kept pulling it down. 

"Why don't you at least cover my breasts with the sari drape? You will still view their nakedness clearly, through the sheer material. Only those in the far will have trouble viewing them."

"I want to have a supreme clarity of each and every erotic spot on your tits." Kishan then confessed his fascination for my tits, "Vandana, do you know that you have the most beautiful pair of tits."

The romantic atmosphere was making it so erotic that I stopped bothering, after a while. Rather I was surprised at an inexplicit desire surfacing within me, wishing Kishan had stripped me, completely from top to bottom, and made love to me.

"I have no idea, if I had the most beautiful tits in the world. But, how do you know? How many pair of tits have you had your hands on, you playboy? " I chided in mocked anger.

"I get to only see them in pornographic materials, which are freely tossed around at some of my bachelor friends' places... From what I have seen, you are world class."

"Me... or... my tits..?"

"Both!"

He planted a kiss on my forehead over my head, and grabbed my tits.

I wondered what the couples in the other side were doing!

"I think we must stop! We are not alone!"

"They are very far from here and cannot get a clear view. Even if they can, I do not care... They are all couples, and I am sure they are all engrossed, having some fun, on their own, like we are doing."

I was but sure none of them dared to get topless like me.

Just as he was talking, he swiftly pulled my blouse over my head. His hands were back hurriedly on my breasts and lips on my lips as if he wanted to prevent me from protesting. His fingers were playing with my erect nipples, which had grown to their full aroused size of one inch. He then turned me around and made me lie on his lap and started to take my nipples between his nipples and chew them gently. I was losing my senses.

I felt his hands moving on my waist. He was tugging at the waist loosening my sari and inside skirt. His hand entered underneath the fabrics to feel my pubic hair and then the pussy without exposing them. By then, I had lost all my senses. I felt that an exhibitionist streak in me was coming out as well. I was involuntarily lifting my ass for him to push my sari and skirt down, suggestive of a public nudity. 

I saw a puzzled look in his face, for a moment. He regained his composure and was slowly pushing my fabrics down, exposing my hairy mound to the Mother Nature as well. I reached an orgasm in no time, shamelessly in public, though they were far and could not have recognized our faces, if they saw us in future.

Soon, I realized what we were doing and I pushed him aside. I adjusted my sari and wore my blouse. Kishan was disappointed and looked in a mood for more. Did he want to make love to me, right there?

Adjusting my sari, I told him, "I am sorry! But, let us leave and do the rest in the room, my friend."

When I got to my feet, I could see more eyes than before, looking in our direction, from the far end. The cameras were not permitted in the other side of the pond, so I was relieved. But, who knows, if someone had sneaked in one. I thanked God that I did not let my senses take over me beyond a point and let Kishan make love to me.

We decided to get moving from there. I rechecked my blouse. The erectness of the nipples was showing clearly through the sheer sari material. It had never subsided during the entire sight-seeing. If someone had a look close up, my aroused nipples surrounded by two-inch diameter areolae would have been showing through my white blouse. It was not difficult to guess why so many were ogling at my tits that day.

We decided to finish our lunch, in the market area. We found one expensive restaurant but the time was just half past noon. Kishan wanted to kill some more time, as we were not hungry. We noticed a few show rooms just next to the restaurant, where we decided to spend some time. 

He took me straight to a Jewellery shop and bought me an expensive ring, which fitted me perfectly. I declined to accept it without Vijay's knowledge. He paid for it and got it gift-wrapped. 

We, then, entered the adjacent textile show room. He headed straight to the designer lingerie section and asked for designer brassieres and flimsy panties that would hardly cover my modesty. I flushed at the suddenness of it. I could not refuse another gift or ask him to get Vijay's approval. I selected three different types, each revealing in their own way. This was the first time I was buying designer lingerie. Though revealing, they were very comfortable holding my breasts firmly, when I tried them in the trial room. 

The sales girls at the counter were observing my breasts in my white revealing blouse. It was not difficult to guess that they were able to sight my nipples and areolae. Did they think that I had not carried any bra with me to this tourist station and that's why we were buying them here? I thought I at least had a reason for my braless display, albeit only for the showroom staff. I proudly walked around pushing my breasts forward, until we were in the showroom.

We sat across each other over the lunch. Kishan presented me the lingerie pack. It was not wrapped, so anyone can identify what he was presenting me.

"I would love to see you in them, once we get back to our suite."

"Do you have a breast fixation? I thought you only had a pussy fixation!"

"You call me anything... breasts fixated, pussy fixated, navel fixated... But please prefix them all with Vandana's"

I laughed, "You are naughty!"

I could not help but notice the ogling of my breasts here as well... I had made the day for the all-male restaurant attendants.

Kishan said, "I think they are able to detect some of your erogenous spots."

I feigned ignorance, "I don't get you."

"I said that your milky breasts are on a display inside the milky blouse. The colour contrasts gives a sketchy spectacle of your darker nipples and areola."

"Why did you not tell me before? We could have skipped our lunch!"

"Let them, poor people. They cannot get beyond just a hazy view, anyway. You seem to be enjoying too!"

"Do you mean to say that I have an exhibitionist streak?"

"I do like to see the tensions and excitements, in their faces, when they are near us. There is nothing wrong in showing off a little, if you have the beauty."

By the time we finished our lunch, the attendants had vied with each other to service our table.

We returned back to the solitude of the Hotel, by half past one. 

Kishan said, "Why don't you trim your pubic hair and come, before you try the lingerie?"

I asked, "What does it got to do with it?"

"The purpose of a 'revealing costume' will be served only you are trimmed at the right places."

"Are you planning to strip me naked in a public place again like you did today?"

"I thought that you were enjoying it too. But, seriously speaking, I will not try it again. Both of us drifted from this earth for a moment. I am sorry."

"It is ok... Luckily, I came back to my senses too."

"OK, what about the trimming? I want to you be trimmed when you wear this fancy stuff."

"OK... if you want it so. I do not want to spoil your fun. But it would be lonely to sit inside this bath room, all by myself."

"I will give you company. In fact, I can help you with it, doing it for you. All you need to do is just remove your panties, sit and watch."

I did not hesitate to take his offer. My wetness, in my pussy, resurfaced. 

I got naked. The bathtub was a corner style type and triangle in shape. At one of the three sides, it had a seat, where one can sit above the water level and. I sat myself there. Kishan sat, with his shaving kit, inside the tub facing me. His head was at level with my tummy. He placed a couple of bath towels under my buttocks, so that he was able to work on my pussy areas comfortably. I stretched my legs over his sides, in a 'V' shape

"I had wanted you to remove only your lower garments."

"But, I want to help you with your breast fixation, while you help me with my pubic hair."

He wasted no time in trimming my hair with a pair of scissors, over my vagina leading up to my ass crack quickly. Once he was satisfied, he took out a razor to have me completely shaved, on the vaginal mound and the areas surrounding my pussy opening. He, then, made me stand place my knees on the towel and hold my hands on railing outside the bathtub. I was literally on all my four, with my ass crack staring at his face. It helped him to do a perfect job of my ass. I could not help but ooze my love fluids shamelessly, while he was at his job. 

I looked down to realize that I had been totally shaved clean except for a small trimmed triangle, a few inches above my mound. As I cleaned myself, I realized that I had been shaved fully in other places such as my mound, vagina and ass. The skin surrounding my asshole had never been this smooth. My pussy had the same feel. My shaved vaginal cleft was on display, even with closed thighs. I was blushing.

Back in the room, Kishan made me wear his presents. The brassieres covered my tits well enough, but it had no straps and was holding only because of the mass of my breasts. The panties were so flimsy that my cleft was clearly visible through the material. 

Kishan was admiring me in them, "Do you know how many people, in this hills station, would have wanted to see your breasts naked?"

"How do you know?"

"Don't tell me you did not notice. Almost everyone was observing your tits today. Many of them were taking pictures of you, pretending as if they were clicking the scenery, around the tourist spots."

"Hope, nobody had clicked me topless in the second tourists spot."

"No, but the bloused snaps itself will be revealing, if they made them into blow-ups!"

"Don't tell me."

"OK, I am joking. You are such an angel that anyone would like to keep a photo of you in their album... What I actually want to tell you is that I am the only one who has had the honour of not just seeing your tits but more than that," he chuckled.

We did not resort to a love making session, as both of us were very tired and automatically fell into a nap in the air-conditioned comfort. It turned out to be a long sleep for both of us. We did not wake up till it was 5 O' Clock. When I woke up, my strapless bra was below my breasts. 

I did not attempt to pull my brassiere back and wanted Kishan, who was still deep asleep, to see my nakedness, when he woke up. I just closed my eyes, facing the ceiling, lying topless. In few minutes, I heard him shuffle. Not long after, I felt him kissing my naked nipples. 

I did not open my eyes for next half hour and continued to feign asleep. His lips and hands paid attention only to my breasts, areolae and nipples. I had never realized that I could orgasm, just by manipulation of my breasts. When I was close to a climax, I reached for my clit, through the flimsy panties and started to rub, as if I was doing it in my sleep. His hand was on mine, joining me in my rubbing of my clit. I attained orgasm, while his mouth and other hand were still playing on my tits.

As I was lying spent, Kishan asked "When did you wake up?"

"Long since you started playing with my tits. I am sore. You did only my tits for almost an hour?"

"Sorry. But I could not control after our erotic sight-seeing trip."

"So, Am I not right when I said that you have a breast fixation?"

"May be... But, your show off your nipples and areolae through the braless white blouse to so many of the tourists was a big turn on for me today. I just imagined all those ogling eyes looking at me jealously, when I was devouring your tits like that. I am sorry if I made you sore in the process."

"You are a pervert!" I had a mocked anger in my face. He came forward to kiss.

"Who had appreciated my breasts more? Men or women..?"

"I had appreciated them more than anybody else. Many of them caught me looking at your breasts rather than the other way round."

"You naught, you would have made it so obvious that I was braless, by looking at me like that in public."

"Yes, I think so. But, what's wrong in displaying if you have a pair of knockers like that."

We decided to end the erotic talk and ordered the room service for coffee and refreshed ourselves. We went out for a stroll and came back at the dinner time. 

We ordered dinner in the room. Kishan ordered some beer for him and vodka for me. I had had vodka only before marriage, with my college mates, during some college festivities. It was a strict no-no for housewives in India to have alcohol in any form. When Kishan enquired, I agreed because of the long sessions of love making that had worn me out. I had to recharge for our 'second' night, before we returned home next day.

On his part, Kishan started to engage me constantly with small erotic talks, during our every act of love making in the second night. It took me a while to realize that I had started to surrender my body (and soul) completely to the manoeuvres of Kishan.

To start with, he was keen to know which of the body parts of mine were virginal. He was bringing up such talks when he was licking my mildly hairy armpits or my navel. He took a long look at my armpits (or navel) and talked to me about how great they looked and how musky they smelt. 

After spending good amount of time on my armpits and navel, Kishan rolled me over and made me lie on my stomach. He then pulled me down to one of the corners of the bed, in a 45 degree angle, and inserted a couple of pillows under my waist. From below my knees, the legs were without any support. He then sat over the same corner between my buttocks, and brought me calf to rest on his thighs. The bed side table had the massage oil, which was indispensable for a professional massage. He had apparently bought it in the market place, during our lunch outing. 

He started to massage me, from my neck through my spine down to the small of my buttocks. His manoeuvrings, aided by the massage oil, took me to seventh heaven. My back bone had never felt this good in all these years. He spent considerable amount of time rubbing me from neck to waist. He turned me over and continued the massage from my neck down to my chest and belly.

My areolae, nipples, shoulders, armpits, spine and rib cages, all came alive with his magic touch. This was a discovery of sorts of erotic spots in my body, which, I never thought, had ever existed.

There were still more parts yearning for his touch, like my buttocks and insides of my thighs. He had turned me over on my stomach again, but did not reach for my bums.

I was yearning badly for his touch. I needed him to knead my buttocks. I was writhing my buttocks, in anticipation of his touch. Was he teasing me by not reaching for them? May be, he liked to watch my aching and wanted me to beg him. But, I stopped short of asking him exactly that. With time ticking away and no sign of him reaching for them, my buttocks had involuntarily and alluringly lifted. 




Love Rekindled Ch. 05



Day 3...

My husband, Vijay returned, by about half past ten in the morning, from his one day business trip. We were to check out of the suite, by noon. Kishan had had suggested that we travel with him in his car and get dropped by him, as we both lived in the same city. Vijay had agreed and had cancelled the return tickets by the overnight train.

Before Vijay arrived, I had just returned as well from a stimulating 24-hours roller coaster ride of sex adventures with Kishan. 

A summary of the roller coaster rides:

The roller coaster rides ranged... From getting pussy fucked missionary to getting pussy fucked doggy, from cock riding to oral sixty nine, from tits orgasm to whole body massage, from being performed cunnilingus to giving blowjob, from going braless to exhibiting public nudity, from having sex indoors to getting masturbated outdoor.... The 24-hour roller coaster ride finally ended with me getting licked and fucked in my shit hole in the bathtub. We had grown in intimacy and nothing seemed perverted.

Many of these rides were a first for me and some for Kishan too!

(Read previous chapter... to ride the roller coaster yourself.)

Before Vijay arrived, we had taken a nap, after breakfast. The nap, indeed, helped us recharge! 

I was wearing an open shouldered nightie that hugged from my breasts all the way down to my belly. It flowed only from below the crotch. The designer lingerie, Kishan had presented me, accentuated my assets rather than it did anything to hide.

When Vijay arrived, I had come out to greet him in the same nightie. 

We discussed and decided that we start early and break en route for lunch. We targeted to reach the city limits, before dark. We ordered and sat down for a tea, in the hall area of the family suite that we were staying in. Kishan called up the reception to alert them on our checkout.

As we resumed our chitchat, my husband suggested that he and Vijay take turns in driving, so that we get to the city in time, as planned. He offered to drive the first half of the distance, while Kishan rested at the back seat. The drive to the city would be not less than 7 hours including the lunch break we had planned. 

I thought it offered ample possibilities for Kishan to get mischievous with me, if he continued from his mood at the picnic spot the previous day (where he had made me topless and went on to make me naked and masturbate in public), while Kishan focussed on the road, facing away from us. But, would Vijay be a sport? After all, this is taking things a little far, as we were supposed to leave our adventures behind, when we returned to our respective families.

Kishan said, "I have a present for Vandana, but she wanted me to consult you before I gave her."

"Let me guess. Is it an ornament? A ring, may be?"

"I am amazed! How did you guess it right?"

"You know that my wife is an angel, and I know what would look great on her. Whenever I think of a present for her, first thing that comes to my mind is anything jewel. I am ok with it."

Kishan took out the gift-wrapped pack and gave me. 

I said, "On my finger, please!" and extended my left hand. 

I was more confident, after all the roller coaster rides. I looked at Vijay for any feeling of jealousy. Either he was a good actor, or he had no problems with it, as I did not find any.

When Vijay inserted the ring on my finger, I suggestively licked my upper lips, but only for a split second (so that I did not look vulgar) and looked seductively into his my eyes, expecting Kishan to come forward and plant a kiss on my lips while he slid the ring. He did not disappoint. We had come to understand each other so well. He planted a kiss and my mouth had opened subconsciously for a French kiss. He did not take the bait though and withdrew from me quickly.

My body language had been seductive all through that morning. I was flirting openly with Kishan. Both men were ogling me, with their eyes wandering all over my body, when they had the opportunity. The look on Vijay's face made it obvious that he noticed my new lingerie set underneath my nightie. He had never seen me wearing them before. He must have been wondering when I had bought them.

On my part, I had been flushed, the whole morning, at the prospect of a sexually charged road trip with Kishan, with my husband sitting only a feet or two away, driving the car. From their looks, I understood that both of them knew the excitement that was building in me. 

Vijay, taking the cue, said, "From tomorrow, we are going to be back to our routine."

Kishan, not to be left behind, asked Vijay, "Is that the reason why you wanted to do the driving, while I rested at the back seat, spending some cosy time with your wife?"

"Yes... Don't you want to, before we got back to our routine, from tomorrow?"

"I have no problems. But, I may not just sit there, doing nothing with her. Would it not be a problem for either of you, if I try something more than what we did yesterday?"

The pink had returned to my face. 

Vijay just asked, "More like what?"

"What do you expect, with an angel for company? You know my car is spacious enough for Vandana and me to do, at least some of what we have been doing in this suite last two days."

I reddened more.

"Ok, I understand. I have no issues. I am not going to snoop into what you do at the back seat. However, you will have to ask Vanadana for her permission."

Kishan replied, "Yes, of course, I will do that, when we are in the car," saving me some embarrassment of having to give my nod, while my husband watched.

Vijay cleared his throat and said tentatively, "However, I think, all of us should get back to our respective lives once we got back home. We should care for the welfare of our families."

Kishan responded, "I agree... May be, we should get together, like this, once in a while."

"Once in a year, or even two... provided Vandana still had a soft corner for you or you had a soft corner for her. If anyone had moved on, the other should take it in his or her stride."

We agreed unanimously. 

But, Kishan and I knew that our love for each other would never recede. I went inside the bedroom to change. I wore a skirt and a top for the 'occasion'. It was not a revealing type and covered me very well, but would serve the 'purpose' once we were inside.

At quarter to noon, we had checked out and were in the car.

Once in the car, Kishan did not seem to be in a mood to waste his time. He was getting adventurous, while Vijay was driving. I was sitting diagonally behind my husband, while Kishan sat straight behind Vijay. Kishan and I had a large space, between us.

Kishan extended his left hand to rest on my right thigh, feeling the softness over the skirt I was wearing. The skirt offered little resistance, as it receded back easily, with his purposeful touch. My thighs were exposed fully. If Vijay had turned to look at me, he would have had a glimpse of my panties from his driver seat. 

Kishan moved closer and pulled me to my right as well. We were now sitting right in the middle of the seat. This presented an abundant view to Vijay, of both our torsos, through the rear view mirror. In the closeted air conditioned car, on the silent highway, the hustle bustle of Kishan pulling me to sit closer to him, made Vijay glance at us through the mirror.

Kishan was pulling my skirt upwards with his right hand now, while he brought his left hand around my shoulders, for a close cuddle. His mouth was grabbing my ear lobes romantically. I caught Vijay's gaze. The atmosphere was making me dizzy. I had half closed my eyes suppressing my desire to kiss him. The tinted glasses in the car provided privacy on the deserted highway.

Kishan lowered to kiss behind my neck and ear lobes. He then turned my face to him to kiss me all over, from my forehead to eyes to my nose and then to my lips finally. I forgot Vijay totally and started amorously returning the favour. I did not stop just kissing him on his lips either. I kissed his face all over and his neck too. The thought that Vijay would be looking, at what I was doing, was making my pussy dribble its juices.

Kishan's right hand went back to playing with my naked thighs under the skirt. 

Kishan lifted his face a little and said somewhat loudly for Vijay to hear, "Do you know that I had bought my angel some lingerie, as well?"

I reddened at his reference to me as 'his' angel.

"You showed the ring, but did not show this one to me."

"She had them underneath her nightie, all the time, when we were chitchatting."

Kishan was now pulling at my fancy panties. I lifted my back to give room for Kishan to pull my panties down completely. He pushed it well down my knees. I lifted my feet for him to free them out of me. 

"Here it goes!"

"Hey! That is lovely. This would hardly cover anything. I would love to see her in them." 

"There are 3 sets. She will start wearing them. Let me get back to business now."

I decided to join the chitchat and tease them both a little.

I announced sheepishly, "Kishan, you had not asked me for my permission, as we had agreed."

Kishan's fingers were already playing at my vaginal parts. Vijay was looking at us bewildered.

"But, Vandana, I still have not done anything more than what we did yesterday in front of Vijay." He continued, "Also, you seem to be enjoying this."

I answered huskily in heavy breaths, "I have no problems with what you have done till now. You had already masturbated me in front of my husband, yesterday. But, if you are going to do only that today, I have no problems. Anything beyond, I guess, might need a tripartite approval."

Vijay intercepted, "Kishan, will you hand over to me her bra as well? It is not new for her to be naked at least, in front of us."

Kishan did not answer me or my husband. He was too engrossed to worry about anything else.

Kishan's hand was now expertly handling my by-now all-familiar femininity (read vagina). 

In the last 36 hours, there was hardly any moment, when my pussy was not subjected to his touches. His hands or his penis or his tongue or his teeth always alternated between themselves to play with my clit and the vagina. Only when I had to go for a pee, it was freed.

Now, in the car, I yearned for more. My hips shifted forward and I widened my legs to give him more access. Three of his fingers, except the index and little, were in my tight pussy now. I leaned close to him, on his shoulders kissing his neck, when he was pushing them deep into my vagina. 

Vijay was adjusting his rear view mirror. My feelings were shamelessly on a public display.

I murmured little loudly as if both of them had my approval for getting me naked, "Why don't you remove my skirt if it is obstructing you?"

Kishan followed my instruction. I was just sitting in my top now with only brassier inside. 

Vijay was saying, "I am still waiting to see the brassier you have bought her. Also, let me, at least, have the pleasure of viewing her milky jugs jiggle, while you masturbated her!"

I did not wait for Kishan to do it. I boldly pulled my tops over my head and threw it on the shoulders of Vijay, while Vijay was looking at me, through the mirror. Kishan was now kneeling in front facing me, while his fingers were still inside me. Kishan's left hand went behind my back to unhook my bra. I came forward to help him grinding my breasts on his face. He removed the brassier and threw it behind without turning his head. It fell on my husband's shoulders as well.

"Hey, that is a novel bra. Thanks. In the morning, I was wondering what she was wearing underneath her nightie. I recognized that I hadn't seen them before."

"Now, I am going to be busy on your wife's womanhood, so I cannot speak for a while," Kishan said to Vijay and lowered himself to the floor of the seat. Kishan started kissing me on my navel now. His tongue was tickling my navel; while he lifted my buttocks making them sit his hands. His right hand was now rubbing my asshole sensually. The fluids he had collected from my pussy were helping him slide his one finger first, and then two, into my asshole effortlessly.

His mouth was now steadily travelling towards my vaginal opening.

I caught my husband's eyes and we stared into each other for a few seconds. I huskily asked Vijay, "If you want to see me getting pleasured by your friend, why don't you please pull the car over to a side, so that we do not meet with an accident? But, when you are done with it, you must focus on the road only so that we reach home before the sun set."

He turned the car into a next secluded wayside vehicle bay. He opened the door and got down from the driver's seat. While we were wondering what he was doing, Vijay came around to the other side and got inside through the other front door. He made himself comfortable to get a clear view of us.

I was now sitting completely naked with Kishan' kissing one of my nipples, while his other hand massaged my other breast. He then went back to savouring my vagina. Kishan then semi-flattened the seat, on which he was now sitting. We were too engrossed in our love making act to talk to Vijay. I put my weight on my right elbow and lifted my left leg to keep it on the seat so that I did not choke Kishan. In the process, it also gave an unhindered view of my vagina to Vijay. I caught from corner of my eyes Vijay gazing at my heaving tits, flushed face and the wide open vagina, in turns.

Kishan then swallowed my agitated clitoris inside his mouth and played with it, using his tongue and teeth. Vijay had a dumbfounded look in his eyes, seeing my clitoris vanishing into Kishan's mouth and Kishan slurping on it heartily, as if it was a meal. There had been nothing more erotic. 

I placed my right hand on Kishan's head and pulled him closer. "Please suck me harder, Kishan!"

As I reached an orgasm oozing my love fluids on Kishan's face, I caught Vijay still gazing at my vagina, perhaps wondering, if my clitoris would make its way out, ever from Kishan's mouth. It did finally and there a sigh from Vijay.

I straightened myself. Kishan sprang up to the seat to sit next to me on my right and kiss me. I was not in a hurry to bring my leg down. My vagina was wide open, offering a naked view to Vijay now. 

I lowered myself, like how Kishan was a few moments before and unzipped his pants and took out his erect penis like a trained pornographic star. I did not have to turn back to see the astonishment on Vijay's face. I had never ever given him a blow job. Here, I was licking my lover's penis with amorous love and affection. 

Kishan was lovingly caressing my head while my mouth was pumping on his shaft, which was reaching up to my throat. Vijay watched Kishan spurt his cum into my mouth. I swallowed and freed his penis which was still oozing some cum on its side. Vijay watched me lick clean the penis.

I do not know how long my servicing of my lover's penis lasted, until I heard Vijay open the door. He came around to occupy his driver seat again. Vijay started the car and journey back. Kishan was too absorbed to look at his surroundings.

I resumed my seat and was still naked in Kishan's arms. 

Vijay was saying that he was not able to find any good restaurant and it could be an hour before we reached a decent restaurant. Time was already quarter past two!

Kishan told Vijay, "Let us not stop for lunch, as we have already stopped at few places. I have some sandwiches packed in the morning and some cool drinks."

Vijay said, "Thanks, I need to eat something. You have already eaten my wife's pussy, I was wondering whether you felt any need for lunch."

We let the joke pass. We were exhausted. 

We finished sandwiches along with some pastries I had carried. This was filling for all of us. When we finished eating, I realized I had not bothered to put my clothes back on. I then wrapped a shawl, which I had in my handbag, around me.

Vijay, as if sensing that we were in for more action, cheekily asked, "Are you guys done with it?"

Kishan, tongue-in-cheek, said, "If you mean the snacks, yes, we are done with it."

"Whatever happened till now, did not need any approval from Vandana, I thought."

"Do you mean that your approval was required for something?"

"I do not know!"

"Let me guess. Are you referring to the blow job your wife gave me?"

"May be..."

"Why? Has she not given you one before?" 

Kishan knew all our secrets. I had been a virgin in many things. He was just trying to brag his one-upmanship on Vijay, though he knew I had not never ever given a blow job to my husband.

Vijay was caught unawares. "She has told you, hasn't she?"

"Oh yes, I am sorry, I forgot. She did tell me everything."

Kishan was planting a kiss on my forehead. He was working me back to an aroused state.

We were silent for a few minutes. Vijay saw that we were back to our smooching. My shawl was nowhere to be seen. I was no longer bothered about Vijay's presence. I wanted my Kishan badly all for myself. I was oblivious to the surroundings.

I woke up from the necking that I was being subjected to by Kishan, when I heard him whisper loudly to me, "Vandana, I want to fuck you now."

I was startled; as this was the first time he was using this 'f' word with me in front of my husband! It strangely did not offend me, rather sounded erotic and accounted for another rush of fluids, from my love hole!

"I am all yours! Nobody is stopping you!"

I did not know but, if Vijay felt offended with me. But, I did not hear him say anything.

Kishan was saying, "I want you to shift to the length of the seat."

"OK."

Kishan then asked Vijay, "How would you like me making love to your wife?"

Vijay responded, "Missionary? What else is possible in the space available to you?" 

I wondered what else Vijay would know! He had hardly liked to indulge in any other form of sex.

I still had not given my verbal approval. But, both of them seemed hardly bothered about it. Neither was I in a mood to engage in any erotic talks now. I desperately wanted Kishan's penis in me. I wanted him to fuck me hard in front of my husband. I had wanted him to take full control of me.

Kishan gladly agreed but something was still troubling him to get into the act.

Vijay, understanding our predicament, said, "I suggest Kishan lie on his back while Vandana straddled you, facing you and rest her head backwards, on the front seat which I have semi-flattened for your benefit."

It cannot be called missionary! It was almost like riding! I was amazed at my husband suggesting it. What more, he had already made the seat ready for the act, well before we were ready. I was amazed his foresight, as well.

Yes, we were now able to get into a position to perform a conventional man-woman love making technique.

We got into the position. But, before we did the final thing, I hugged him with both of us sitting and facing each other, with me on his top. We smooched and kissed for a few minutes, while Vijay glanced through the mirror.

Vijay was pulling over the car to another secluded bay. He came around to sit on the other seat which had been semi-flattened for us. As Vijay was watching us without any obstructions, Kishan and I continued our smooching, hugging and kissing, like seasoned lovers.

As Kishan's penis entered my love nest, I threw my head behind resting my neck on the front seat comfortably. While we got into a rhythm, Vijay sitting in the same seat where I had rested my head leaned forward to kiss me on my lips from a 90 degree angle. His nose was over my right cheek as he was French kissing my mouth. I put my left hand over my husband's head to pull him to me to return his kiss. As Kishan's increased his thrust, my kiss with Vijay became more passionate with our tongues toying with each other. Vijay shifted another 45 degree to kiss me full on the mouth in an upside down direction. His eyes and forehead were directly over my breasts giving him a clear view of our intercourse, as Kishan was fucking me to a peak.




Love Rekindled Ch. 05



I was being pleasured by two men, one my husband and the other my lover. What more could I ask for! I started to orgasm along with Kishan, losing for a while my grip over the kiss, but still leaving my mouth open, so Vijay did not have a problem in continuing his kiss on me. 

As I my orgasm subsided, Vijay drew back to look at my face and whispered, "I love you, darling!"

As Kishan released his semen deep into my vagina, Vijay lowered his head to kiss my mouth more firmly.

Kishan offered Vijay to exchange places and drive the rest of the distance. Vijay came to the backseat while I was still coming back to my senses from the blitzkrieg.

I was still naked and wet, when Vijay pulled me to him. 

Kishan was saying, "Please feel comfortable, as you like. I will only focus on the road, as we will be entering the city in another two hours and traffic will be getting dense."

Vijay was busy kissing me. He withdrew from my lips and asked, "You can but answer me, if I had any questions for you. I had noticed my wife's pubic area trimmed and shaved. Did you do it on her?"

"Yes, do you like it?"

"Let me get a closer look, now I am at the backseat." 

Vijay then lowered himself to kiss and lick the trimmed triangle above my mound. He then shifted down to kiss my shaved pussy, brimming with Kishan's semen. He got up to sit next to me to kiss me on my mouth again. I did not know if the smell of the semen was from his mouth or my mouth, as I had given a blowjob. It did not matter anymore, as all over fluids got mingled.

He was inserting one finger into my semen lubricated pussy and then another. Just I was beginning to experience another orgasm; he took his fingers out, full of semen, and brought them to my lips. I sucked his fingers shamelessly, as if they were my favourite dishes. 

He positioned himself for an intercourse, but I wanted to present a different experience for my husband this time. I wanted to ride my husband as well, just like I had been riding my lover, but in a slightly different manner. I turned my back to my husband, lowering my buttocks on his lap and straddling him. With all the lubrication my pussy had received, it was not difficult for Kishan to insert his manhood into me from behind. I started riding and fucking him in this position. Vijay's hands on my bouncing breasts. He did not have to do any thrusts, so he focussed on massaging my breasts and kissing my cheeks from behind.

As we were straight behind Kishan, he could not see our positions. I leaned forward to hold his seat from behind. I then went a little forward and laid my hands on his shoulders. This should have given him some idea as to how we were fucking. He took my hands and brought them to round up his neck. I reached for Kishan's left ear lobe and started licking it greedily, as my husband freed my breasts and brought his hands to my waist. He held my waist and started to thrust into me harder, as I stopped my thrusts and focussed on kissing Kishan's ear lobe and sucked on the fingers in one of my lover's extended hands.

I went back to his ears and whispered to Kishan, "You know that this is the first time I am riding my husband."

"He must have been enjoying it?"

"From how it looks, yes, he seems to be enjoying it."

As I was whispering into his ears, my husband would not have heard what we were talking. But, I was sure it would have made him jealous at the intimacy we were sharing, even while I was being fucked by my husband and not my lover.

"I want us to reserve many other things for ourselves."

"Like what?"

"Like fucking you in the ass... I want to be the only guy, who can do it on you."

"And...?"

"Fucking you doggy, sucking your clit, massaging you whole body, playing with you in the bathtub, licking your pee dripping vagina and asshole... just remember all that we did. I want to hold the royalty on 75% of the sexual positions and things we did."

I laughed into his ear. He turned back to kiss me on my lips.

When I sensed tightening of my husband's manhood muscles, I released my kiss from Kishan, increased my thrusts and prepared Vijay to shoot his share of semen into my pussy. I had been fucked by the two men, with me riding them both, an erotic position that I would have never imagined enjoying, in my wildest of dreams, as a housewife.

When I got dressed, the car was entering the city limits. 

Kishan dropped us home and bid us good bye without alighting from the car. 

We went inside the home to my waitings and routine life, wondering how or when I was going to meet Kishan again!