Been travelling madly since the beginning of the year, one day here, two days there, all work, but, luckily, a fair amount of play, too, though not at home. Chennai, Bangalore, Cochin, Coimbatore one circuit, then Chennai again, and on to Calcutta, then back, off again, back again, in seemingly endless loops. In between, I forget when, I was stranded in Delhi with flights out delayed on account of fog. Also had Jaipur, Trivandrum and Vizag thrown in. One short Hong Kong trip too! I guess it is all worth it if the new business comes in, which I think should happen in about six to eight weeks’ time.
I. Calcutta / Sonu
Calcutta, though, wasn’t bad at all. I had two nights there, and took my beloved sister-in-law, Sonali, with me. She likes travelling and going to new places. While I’m at work she goes shopping, sees the sights, and then, in the evening, we have some time together. Sonu really is a wonderful person, apart from being a completely mind-blowing fuck. She’s gentle and tender and our fucking is really glorious. I can never get enough of her. Luckily for me, she loves sucking cock, being tongue-fucked and being fucked up the ass. I love doing that. It’s really incredible.
Sonu and I took a suite at the Taj Bengal in Calcutta, which is a terrific hotel. We were there two nights. Since I had a relatively late start on the second day, after 10:30 in the morning, Sonu and I relaxed on our first evening with some delicious white wine and excellent food — though we kept it light, since neither of us enjoys sex on a full stomach — from room service. Only with her is it more making love than fucking (though the purest love making is still only with Mala and only very seldom).
That evening, I was feeling distinctly tiger-ish, and fucked Sonu rough and hard, taking my time and bending her body to my pleasure. Half way through, when I had her on her front on her forearms and knees and was fucking her from behind, I called her husband Hitesh on the phone, putting him on speaker, and made him listen to her moaning and whimpering in pleasure. I could almost hear him growling with jealousy — he certainly sounded very surly when we finally disconnected a long, long time later! All that time I kept up a running commentary, telling him exactly what I was doing to my beloved bhabhi, then letting him hear her moan, then telling him how she loved being fucked by me, by other men, and especially by naukars.
It aroused me intensely. I flipped Sonu over onto her back and went into her heavily from top. She moaned and pulled me deeper in and begged me to take her — we were still on the speaker phone to Hitesh all this time, by the way — and I slowly began picking up speed. We were on the bed and now I pulled her body down so that I could stand on the floor at the edge of the bed, leaning forward with my legs bent, and fuck her like that. This position allowed me to thrust deeper into her. I leaned over my beautiful bhabhi, my hands squeezing down on her swollen, rounded breasts and squeezed deep into her cunt, groaning in pleasure at the sweet, hot tightness of her cunt. Beneath me, she whimpered in joy, her hips writhing and bucking up and down under my thrusts.
Loudly, I announced that I would now fuck her up the ass. Sonu moaned her assent, loud enough for Hitesh to hear it. I salved my cock with Vaseline (never leave home without it) and, with her still on her back, I bent her legs way up and back, exposing the daintily puckered flesh of her anus. I inveigled a Vaseline-coated finger into her asshole, lubricating it thoroughly. Sonu moaned softly, her slender, petite body writhing ecstatically on the bed. With my finger wriggling in her ass, I pushed my thumb into her cunt. She gasped and cried out loudly.
“Fuck me!” she said loudly, loudly enough that there was no chance of Hitesh missing it. “C’mon! Do it! Fuck my ass!”
“Heard that, Hitesh-bhai?” I chortled, jeering at Hitesh. “Hope you’re still on the line, brother! Just listen to her, man, just listen to your wife moaning like a whore … she’s begging me to fuck her ass!”
I took my finger and thumb out of her ass and cunt and pressed my cock-head to her ass. Sonu groaned and quickly opened up to let me in. My cock-head popped into her rear channel and she gasped, flinging her arms out wide, her face contorting in an expression of sweetly agonised pleasure, her back arching steeply.
“OHHHHHHH uhh yes!” she cried. “Oh fuck yes! C’mon! Fuck me! OHHHH yes … shove it in, baby … go deeper! Ahhhhhh uhhh yes oh god yes yes yes oh god yes oh god you fuck yes!”
Laughing in delight, I drilled my bhabhi’s ass deeply, groaning at its fierce convulsions on my throbbing cock. “I’m in all the way, boss,” I announced to Hitesh. “Deep, deep in and she’s loving it! Listen to her moaning, chief! Listen to her moaning! Just like a whore!”
I began fucking my sister-in-law’s ass slowly and heavily. Her cries were loud and ecstatic. I kept going and now the room was filled with the sound of her thick-voiced moans and my heavy grunts. I fingered her clit and she began to orgasm wildly. It took all I had to keep from coming. I let her orgasm pass and then pulled out of her ass and scooted up to kneel over her pretty face. Moaning, gasping, panting, she opened her mouth without protest and I sank my cock into it gratefully.
“Suck, bitch!” I shouted. “C’mon! Suck my cock! Ahhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! C’mon! suck harder, slut!” I twined my fingers in her hair and rocked her head up and down under my groin, fucking her face.
I came within seconds, rising slightly. Sonu moaned happily as my thick cum splashed into her open mouth and spattered her face and breasts. I kissed her immediately, enjoying the taste of my own cum on her lips and then began to lick her clean. She moaned softly.
“Gonna fuck your wife-slut again,” I said into the phone. “Chalo, see you stud! Hope you enjoyed the performance!” Hitesh must have been in complete agony. I only wish I had a video uplink! I disconnected and pulled Sonu into my arms. We cuddled together, murmuring, laughing, kissing and fondling each other, slowly drifting into sleep.
At some point later that night, or maybe it was early morning, I felt myself stirring against her again. We were lying on our sides, my front to her back. She groaned thickly in her sleep and sweetly lifted her upper leg. I went into her smoothly, not surprised to find her wet and ready for me yet again. I fucked her slowly and unhurriedly from behind, on her side, before rolling her over and taking her harder in her cunt. I came inside her this time.
The next morning, we had breakfast together in the room, coffee, toast, jam, croissants, cereal. Sonu wanted a quickie before I left and I gave in. I took her on her back on the circular glass-topped table in the breakfast alcove as the winter sunlight warmed our bodies. She moaned in pleasure, her body jerking back and forth — luckily it was sturdy enough — and I felt a wave of tenderness wash over me as I drank in the sweet lust softening her features. I bent my head to her swollen, turgid breasts, nibbling her stubby, hard nipples.
“I wish you could cancel your meeting and fuck me all day,” she whispered, her tongue in my ear.
“Alas, my dear,” I said, truly regretting it. “But duty calls.”
I continued fucking her till she had come and then moved her to the sofa and made her sit on my cock. She eased herself down onto my erection with a shuddering moan, her arms around my shoulders. She arched her back and pushed her chest out. I sucked hard on her breasts and began heaving my hips up and down under her. She bucked and bounced on my lap, squeezing her cunt deftly on my cock, swinging her hips in tight little circles. With a loud groan, I erupted, emptying myself into her again.
I was reluctant to leave her, but, as I said, there was work to be done. I left her to do the packing and, later, she went out and shopped a little for herself, and for Mala and some others. We flew back to Bombay that night.