Mala’s cleavageI’ve just realized that it’s been nearly a year since Mala and I made love. The last time was some time in April 2006 when we spent three days, just two of us, in Pawna. It was incredibly intense. We devoured each other, constantly and repeatedly, as if we were a newly married honeymooning couple. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and each other’s bodies. We didn’t need anyone else, and neither of us felt the need. There was no sense of boredom; far from it. It was so intense that we were oblivious to everything around us. We barely noticed what we ate, and we ate only for immediate sustenance, and then went back to each other. At the end of it, we were totally drained, totally spent, and more alive and together than ever. It was a form of reaffirmation, if you like.

Neither of us is yet ready for another session like that. It takes us several days to recover, me more than her, and in that recovery time we are totally ‘dry’ — no sex at all. Yes, that’s right, even she goes without. It feels like our lives have been taken apart, and it takes a long time for us to piece them together.

The memories are vivid and fresh still. I remember the look on her face, her voice, hoarse and ragged with passion, the words she used. I remember her kneeling, naked, on the wooden sun-deck, slowly and heavily sucking my cock. I remember fucking her standing up from behind, bending her forward over the waist-high handrail, slowly squeezing my inflamed cock into her cunt, holding her hips and fucking her deeply, the way her cunt crushed down eagerly on my cock. I remember her sitting on my cock, riding it heavily, moaning and gasping, fondling her breasts, flinging her head back and crying out. I remember fucking her on her back on the dining table, spreading her legs apart and thrusting hard in and out of her cunt and then picking her up and carrying her over to the large, low divan, and continuing there, and the way she moaned and cried out, her body jerking and heaving under mine, her big swollen breasts bouncing with my thrusts, her face flipping from side to side, her hands flung back and clawing at the sheets. I remember cumming in her mouth and her swallowing all my cum, and cumming on her breasts and in her cunt. I remember her begging me to fuck her up the ass and my doing it, heavily and slowly, and her soft shrieks of pleasure as I buried myself in her rear channel. I remember her tongue in my mouth and on my cock.

Mala’s cleavageDo I miss it? Not really. I know it is something we will always have and can always have whenever we both need it. I know that neither of us will refuse the other, and, equally, neither will demand it of the other. We know, instinctively, when we’re ready for it, and the time is not now, not as yet. For the moment, we are content with our many other lovers.

Late this morning, I watched her with one of her newer naukar lovers. He’s been recently hired and the attached picture shows you his primary qualification for the job. I woke late; after many months, I’ve had a relaxed weekend. Last night, we were at one of our regular swinger parties. A small group, six couples in all, and all of them in our swinging circle. The evening’s entertainment had to, of course, include a naukar element, since every one of these ladies routinely gets laid by a naukar or three. For a bit, it was hands-off for the husbands. Turn by turn, each couple was brought forward. There were five naukars, one from each household, in attendance — and, of course, our ‘rules’ include naukar-swinging, which means that no memsahib is allowed to get laid by her own naukar. The husband was positioned in a chair to one side of what was, really, a slightly elevated platform in the middle of the room, made from two beds joined together and lifted up on wooden chocks. On that, the naukar proceeded to fuck the memsahib while everyone else watched.

As always, I was thoroughly pleased with the expressions of lust on the faces of my friends as I watched them watching Mala with her chosen naukar-lover. There was nothing staged or put on about it; the ladies were totally uninhibited, and the sex was very immediate and real.

Dinner followed, a lot of general conversation and laughter and then the usual pairing-off thing. Mala had drawn a handsome well-built man named Deepak, a relatively new entrant to our group. He’s about 10 years younger. As luck would have it, I got his wife, Seema. Deepak went off with Mala to our place, and I went off to Deepak and Seema’s. It wasn’t her first time swinging, but it was my first time with her, and I was very pleasantly surprised by her eagerness and enthusiasm. She’s fair-skinned, slim, with a lovely figure and deeply passionate about recreational sex. She loves sucking cock and gives one hell of a blow job. She had me turned on in no time at all, kneeling before me and sucking my cock hard. I slowed her down and then tormented her steadily with a thorough tongue- and finger-fucking before mounting her. I fucked her in three or four different positions — she loves doggy-style — and finished up cumming in her mouth. We showered together (involved one more fuck for the road), and then I kissed her good night and left.

Deepak and Mala were still at it when I returned. They were in one of the spare bedrooms. It was his first time, too, with her. I walked in and watched them for a bit. Of course, they didn’t stop — that’s another one of our rules. The husband is allowed to come in and watch, but can’t interfere. She was on her forearms and knees and he was fucking her heavily from behind. Both were streaming with sweat. I got massively turned on watching them, seeing the way her big, swollen breasts bounced and slapped together, hearing her moans and cries, seeing the muscular young man thrusting his big, dark cock in and out of her cunt. I watched them through to the end, seeing him cream in her face, seeing her swallow his jizz and moan happily.

“Good fuck,” he said to me as he left and we shook hands.

“Thanks,” I said. “So’s yours.”

“She satisfied you?”

“Fully. Truly magnificent.”

He grinned. “Good, I’m glad. Let’s do it again. How about a four-way?”

“Sure. Any time. Some time this week?”

“Great. I’ll call ahead and fix it up.”

“Look forward to it.”

We went to bed, Mala and I, happy and contented, murmuring softly to each other, holding each other close, the aircon going full blast. This morning, I woke late, lazily. More accurately, I was woken, by Sunita, the maid, drawing back the curtains. I groaned and told her to let me sleep.

“It’s past eleven,” she said firmly. “You need to get out of bed now.”

“You’re a damned tyrant,” I grumbled.

“Somebody has to be.”

She smiled and came across to me and sat on the bed by me. I felt her hand move under the sheets, her slender fingers curling lovingly around my cock. “Shall I wake you properly?”

“What a good idea,” I grinned.

I slid out of bed, did my loo thing and came back to find her under the covers, her sari off. I slid in beside her, enjoying the cool smoothness of her slender body. We kissed and I felt the hunger in her as her tongue worked its way into my mouth. Seconds later, her mouth was on my cock and I lay back, arching, surrendering to her gentle cunning. When I was ready, she mounted me and I groaned at the fierce, tight heat of her cunt. I cupped her lovely breasts, squeezing them and she leaned forward over me so I could suck them. Her cunt moved deftly up and down and round and round. I felt her orgasm nearing, and took control, holding her high and hammering my hips rapidly up and down under her, making her cry out and gasp. She came hard and I let myself go, cumming violently inside her cunt. Panting and gasping, she fell over me, her lips warm on mine, her tongue moving gently over my lips.

“Where’s Mala?” I murmured.

“Outside. Fucking the new servant.”

KisanI laughed. My wife really is incorrigible. Sunita and I moved out of bed. She dressed at Mala’s dressing table. I pulled on my loose boxer shorts and sauntered out. I found them in the spare bedroom, the naukar lying on his back and Mala straddling his lap in a deep squat, balanced on her toes, her knees splayed wide apart. Her head was flung back and she was gasping and moaning, leaning forward with her fingers steepled on the bed on either side of his hips. I leaned against the door jamb and watched, enjoying the spectacle of her cunt sliding up and down the naukar’s huge cock, seeing her breasts bouncing heavily. He grunted and heaved his hips up and down under her, his hands on her hips, sliding up to her breasts.

“Ohhh uhh hanh Kisan hanh … chodh mujhe!” she gasped, moving faster and faster on his cock. She moved onto her knees and began rocking her body back and forth over his, sliding her cunt back and forth on his cock. Her breasts bounced over his body. He crushed them in his hands and started tossing her hard on his lap, heaving his hips powerfully up and down, and then threw one arm around her hips, controlling her movements.

“Chul rundi chul! Lele! Le mere lavde ko!” he growled.

His dark body shone with sweat. His big hands slapped her buttocks loudly. I watched her lean forward and jam her mouth to his, wide open, thrusting her tongue greedily into his mouth. They continued for a long time and then she lifted her cunt off his cock, kissing him again lovingly with wide-open mouth and lots of tongue. They rolled over and, on her back, she opened her legs eagerly for him like a cheap whore, calling his name and begging him to fuck her. They’d seen me at the door by this time, but they carried on as if I wasn’t there. Kisan shoved a pillow under her hips and, bending over her, slid his cock down deep into her cunt. She cried out and arched under him, her fingers digging into his sinewy biceps. He began fucking her heavily, with long, deep skewering thrusts. She moaned and cried out, her body rocking and jerking under his, her breasts bouncing with his thrusts. He reared up on his knees, his heels under his buttocks and pulled her legs wide apart and high by the ankles so that his own arms were flung out wide on either side.

“Hanh, rundi, hanh! Lele! Le mere lund ko!” he shouted, flinging his head back. His hips snapped smartly back and forth and his huge cock pistoned furiously in and out of her cunt. Beneath him, Mala cried out, her face twisting in agonised pleasure, her hands lifting and crushing her breasts. He continued fucking her heavily for a long time and she came, moaning and gasping. He kept going for a while longer and then, with a loud cry, jerked out of her and came hugely, splashing his cum all over her belly and breasts, the jizz arching from his cock and settling gently on her trembling body. As his orgasm waned, he slid his cock into her cunt again and they fell together on the bed, moaning and kissing each other.

When she came out a while later, looking fresh and clean, it was hard to believe that this modest, sedately clad woman was the same creature who’d been writhing and moaning like a slut just a few seconds before with the servant.

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