Indian Married Woman's Steamy Secret Diaries: Naughty Encounters and Lustful Desires

It is all from pages of a diary of one my closer friend.

My name is Chitrangada Banerjee (nee Mukherjee), a pretty 23-yeal-old married (Indian) Bengali woman, having a shapely voluptuous figure (34c/29/35), tall in height (5’6”), and very fair in complexion (in sharp contrast to that of my husband). And now a mother of an infant babe (son), aged 7 months. My husband’s name is Jayanta Banerjee; a tall (5’10”), dark, smart, somewhat ‘naughty by nature’ and with high libido. Elder by 4 years, he is now working in a multinational company at Calcutta as a sales manager. He’s an MBA, whereas I’m a simple BA (Hons). Ours is an arranged marriage, solemnized 3 years ago (April 2009). Ours being an arranged marriage, it look a little time, initially, for us to adjust ourselves in our conjugality, and we’re a happy couple.
Contextually speaking, being the only child of parents, thereby pampered, I was a bit high-nosed and stubborn by nature, ab initio ---- and very much elated about my beauty and pulchritude or figure from my mid-adolescence; youth pervaded me somewhat early. . .and by the time I was in IX-standard in high school I’d been blossomed out into a nubile girl, and I would feel a mixed emotions of both coy and pride when boys, or even stranger males on road, when they looked, straightway or sidelong, at my firm arrogant pair of breasts. And I didn’t know it had installed into me a prone to mild exhibitionism. . . And this strange tendency unselfconsciously further heightened when I entered college. In our Bhawanipore house, my bathroom (upstairs) was just opposite that of a house (occupied by a non-Bengali family) besides ours. And one summer day, while I was bathing I suddenly discovered a younger boy (of that naighbour family) stealthily watching me through his bathroom-window! And then it became somewhat a regular affair, obviously on blindside of others. But it was up to that much only ---- it was a fun! Technically I was virgin or had undergone no (premarital) love-affairs etc, though, in my college days, I had some experiences of attaining orgasms with stranger male(s) in crowded public vehicles at times, not unlike other middle-class girls.
Well, Jayanta, my husband, was the first male in my life who filled me with sperms. And our conjugal sexuality was (or still is) warm and satisfactory. . . However, I became pregnant year and a half after my marriage (November 2010), and in September-end (2011) I gave birth to our son at Belleview Nursing Home, Calcutta.
Due to new motherhood, my breasts became abounded with milk, and this milk-flow was so much in abundance that even after feeding the infant child the flow would continue oozing out in drops ----- which caused embarrassment for me sometimes, especially when outside home. My husband would not now suck my breasts, that he got some detest for the lactic fluid. Under this odd situation or position I stopped wearing brassiere underneath my blouse or shirt or top etc when I’m home. But then also I would face trouble as my blouse-cups used to be often spoiled or milk-strained by sudden spontaneous spurt of milk from nipples . . . and such flow would be beyond control until or unless it stopped on its own! Then happened a strange incident ---- and it added an extra spice to our conjugality, opening me out into sex outside marriage before my zealous horny husband, for the first time. This occurred a few months ago ---- and I still remember the date: it was a Sunday and 12th February (2012) ------ a red letter day in my life. It so happened that a friend of Jayanta unexpectedly came down to our place. His name was Arjun Shah, a boyhood (Gujarati) friend of Jayanta. They had studied together in school. Subsequently Arjun went abroad and settled down there (London). He was dark tall and handsome and endowed with a kind of athlete body --- very strong and well-built and still unmarried. . Before coming to us, however, he did not inform as he said he’d wanted to give Jayanta a surprise! Anyway, we, three of us, were chit-chatting a lot, relaxing over a bottle of Scotch. I was sitting beside Jayanta, whereas Arjun was sitting opposite us on the sofa. While our chit-chats were on in full swing, naughty Jayanta suddenly placed his left arm around my neck in such way that his forearm or the palm rather, came over my left breast-dome. I was then wearing Indian outfits, as usual, --- a normal cotton Sharee with a sleeveless (pink) blouse, made of cotton. And incidentally with no brassiere underneath my blouse. His touch on bosom instantly sent sensual tingles up my spine, and I started getting aroused . . . and that resulted the start of milk-oozing from my both nipples underneath the blouse. I felt awaked and shy as Arjun was sitting dead in front of us and he saw the prank Jayanta was doing with me in a casual way. . . I tried in vain to push my husband’s naughty hand off my bosom, and he just went on to mildly cup that breast, to my utter embarrassment and surprise. I thought what suddenly happened to Jayanta today! Finally I gave in, letting him do whatever he liked. His activity made now my pallu slide off the front, thereby exposing my cleavage in the open, and this thrilled me as I saw Arjun looking at my breasts, agape. Meanwhile, the milk flowing out from my nipples started drenching or soaking the cup-fronts of my breasts, resulting the blouse-cups turning transparent, and my dark brown areolae, tipped with already swollen nipples, could now poke through this wet transparence. I saw lust in Arjun’s eyes for me. . . I felt situation going out of control. . . But I irresistibly wanted to see

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