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While Bachchu was cupping my breasts, his hands
were working under the pallu of my saree and I was still careful in not exposing my breasts
completely. Actually, he was still sitting behind me and although my boobs were completely in his
possession, those were out of his direct view. After completely satisfying me with the breast
massage, Bachchu's hands reached my belly. I was enjoying the tickling sensation, especially when
his index finger reached my navel. He put some extra oil inside that to make it a pool and tapped
there a few times. While he was caring this region, I was trying to imagine the next part of his
massage. Where would it be ? Below my waist and lower belly ? God ! I couldn't imagine anything
more. My sex-starved cunt was creaming with a fresh supply of cunty juice. It was paining. I was
dreaming if I could get a massage right till there. "Oh, boy !! Do it !! Do it till there. It's
just for the sake of a massage - so don't feel shy ---" No, I was certainly not bold enough to
utter these things in reality. Instead, I was trying to apply my willpower to control such dirty
desires within me. I was unable to explain how could a shy housewife like me, who is ever fathful
to her husband, could adventure this much with her boyservant. When he completed massage of my
upper part, I quickly got up without allowing any possibility for a massage anywhere in my lower
part. Just after the massage, I hurriedly went for a bath. I was getting restless to undress myself
and take care of my wet cunt. I tried to imagine Raja, my husband, while masturbating, but all my
imaginations got shattered when I tried to figure out what Bachchu might be doing with the massive
manhood, which he had developed for the past half-an-hour. Maybe, he had rushed to our other
toilet, which he uses and now he might be vigourously beating his flesh to release his load. I was
finger-fucking myself and the imagination of Bachchu's masturbation made me more and more horny. Oh
boy ! I was cumming, cumming all the way. Would Bachchu be releasing his load by now ? I could
visualise that jets of thick white sticky semen made up a mess on the floor and that drove my
orgasms to a new peak. Before coming under the shower, I looked at my nude figure in the mirror. My
breasts were still warm and reddish with the increased blood flow resulting from the massage. I had
a close look at my breasts. Every square millimeter area of my breasts was glittering with oil.
Bachchu hadn't missed a single spot. I was looking at my breasts with utter disbelief that these
were handled by another man today and that too with my own invitation. I came under the shower and
soaped my whole body. It took quite some time to wash out the stickiness of the oil. At the end, I
was feeling fresh. There was a feeling of easiness in my whole body. I never knew that massage
makes one feel so good, so relaxing it is ! I wiped my body with a towel, got dressed and came out.
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Bachchu served my meal. There was an uneasy calmness in the room. While I was still trying to
recover from my arousal that resulted from the happenings of today, Bachchu too was looking
unusually quiet. For him, I guess, it was the first touch of a female breast and he might have been
trying to recover from the sexually explosive shock that he received. I really didn't have any
serious intention of cheating my husband and so I didn't want to carry any sense of guilt with me.
I felt I should tell everything to Raja - only point was how and when. We have always shared each
other's fantasies and that had always ignited our passion in the past. Most of the times, we
fantasize ourselves with each other's friends and enjoy, without attaching slightest seriousness to
it. We had other fantasies too. Once, Raja had described an erotic encounter with the domestic
maid-servant of his parental home, much before our marriage. I was so horny that I couldn't wait
for a wild sex with him in bed. Later, he had told me that it was his wild adolescence fantasy. If
he hadn't told me that it was a fantasy, I would have always believed it to be a reality. After
Raja returned home, he announced in the tea table that he would be going to Delhi by the early
morning flight next day. That was a very sudden development. Actually, his boss was supposed to go
for that meeting, but as his priorities got changed, Raja would be substituting him. I had to spend
the rest of the evening in getting his dresses and other things organised. When we were in bed, he
didn't forget to ask me about the massage. I said it was very nice and at least, I had some relief
from the pain. He asked me if I had felt shy during the process. I gave a very naughty smile and
said, "I was shy to start with, but horny later on ". I could again sense that my erotic feelings
were running high. Should I tell the rest of the story now itself ? "Wow !That sounds great !", he
said after hearing my reply. "Don't think that only you can fantasize sex with your maid-servant.
Even, I can have that with Bachchu ...", I said. I was too horny to keep my voice steady. "Darling,
never mind - you do it. You may even do it in reality if that helps in regaining your passion. Get
yourself cured and let us get back our sex life." I couldn't trust my ears. Is he still in his
senses ? I embraced him closely and said, "Darling, don't worry, we'll surely get it back." We
couldn't talk for long as I wanted him to take some rest before his flight. The office car came
early in the morning to pick Raja up. He got into the car and waved at me. For the next three days,
only myself and Bachchu will stay in the house. (I forgot to mention in the beginning that God
hasn't blessed me with a child). As the car rolled past Southern Avenue (a famous road in South
Calcutta), I started thinking for the next massage.
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