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There’s nothing quite as erotic as eating another man’s cum off your wife’s body and from her cunt. And when the other man is a naukar, it’s sexier still.

Mala and I don’t fuck much any more: that’s all reserved for the special occasion when no one else is permitted to intrude. For the most part she fucks other men and I other women although the frequency in my case is significantly less than in hers. I think I’ve explained this before but when it’s just the two of us, we’re actually making love; when either of us is with another partner, it’s always only fucking. That might sound like a distinction without a difference, but it’s not—it’s quite fundamental really. But more of that some other time.

Sonu’s back! It’s been so long. Mala and Sonu’s elder cousin, Ravi, has been very unwell for several weeks. He was their guardian when their parents died, brought them up — and was an early lover to both. For their sake, he never married, never had a family. He’s had a lady friend for many years now, and they’re happy together. The girls are, quite naturally, very fond of him, but their relationship is different now. Neither sleeps with him, though they often speak openly about it, even to Nishi, his friend. She knows of their history and it doesn’t seem to bother her. She’s very close to both Mala and Sonu, perhaps Sonu a bit more. The girls tease and bully him mercilessly and he’s putty in their hands, but apparently happy to be so.

At last it’s done, my labour of love and work of lust. The revamp of the C&B site is complete. There’s lots of new stuff here, and a wholly new way of seeing things.

This blog languishes. The trouble is I keep wanting to write “full” posts, stories or narratives that are complete. That’s not what a blog should be. A longer piece once in a way is fine, but it should also be a repository for nuggets, thoughts, smaller notes. My word-processing template setup typifies the conflict: I have one template for a journal, another for the blog. How are the two different, especially given that there’s a wholly independent section for the stories?

Hitesh has been travelling again, so I’m on a sort of honeymoon with the naukars. I really indulge myself—even more than usual—at times like these. I thoroughly enjoy playing/acting the naukars’ “kept woman”, too. Last night, I had one of Hitesh’s office peons, Vijay, stay over and spend the night. He’s lean and tough and has a marvellous cock. He can fuck very rough when I’m in the mood, and I was in just that mood last night, starving to be fucked nice and hard and for a good long time. Vijay delivered, of course—he was in total control and thoroughly dominated me, enjoying himself as he did it.

Finally got a breather, a nice long spell in amchi Mumbai for a few months, no travelling. What a relief! I have expanded the office (got additional space), added more ple and now I send others to do my dirty work for me while I enjoy the pleasures of my home town.

I’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.

Spent a long evening over at K’s. She’s one of the ladies I’ve asked to write for WSR. In fact she’s the first I asked, primarily because I think she writes exceedingly well. Also, I’m genuinely fond of her. I’ve known her for, what, 12 years now? Since she was in her mid-teens, and I’ve seen her come of age and grow into gorgeous womanhood. She’s still as dazzling as ever, and marriage has done nothing to diminish her loveliness. Or randiness, for that matter. She’s still my ‘angelface, harlotheart’. She and Sonu, my beloved sister-in-law. Both share this incredible quality of a soft, gentle beauty over a truly steamy sexuality.

Lovely morning, cool and breezy. Made even lovelier by my beloved sister-in-law, Sonu, who arrived unexpectedly from her routine walk. Mala was still asleep and, in any case, in bed with another man. Shekhar, one of the naukar’s naukar buddies, a guy from another household who’s become quite regular here and over at Sonu’s. I’ve gotten used to sleeping alone. The life of a cuckold. Watching them last night was compensation enough.

Oops. Forgot. I recently started a new YahooGroup called Where Sudras Rule. Some signups, but it’s slow. The group’s intended for those who love dark naukar types, and I don’t use sudra in any pejorative sense. Wrote up a small essay on sudras on that, too — and got at least one positive feedback on that. Photos, though, have became a pain at the YahooGroups, and finally figured that my best bet was flickr. Instructions on viewing pictures are included when you sign up at WSR.