Arindam Biswas, now a 27-year-old young man with medium height and dark complexion whose marriage was arranged by his family with Tulika Ray, a near-ravishing Bengali beauty with a shapely-voluptuous body (34b / 29 / 35), now aged 23 years. Tulika, nick-named Tuli, a modest-kind of girl with usual middle-class values. Right from her school days she used to learn “Rabindra sangeet “, and was a blue-eyed girl of her “Guru”, Arnab Mukherjee, now a 63-year-old childless widower. Tulika’s complexion was pinkish-fair, her eyes were big and attractive like those of south Indian girls. Her stunning beauty and pulchritude would allure many boys in her locality as usual, but she indulged or responded none, though she was not “virgin” at the time of her wedding with handsome fair-skinned Arindam. Her hymen had been ruptured. Or, in other words, she had lost her virginity to her personal domestic servant at the age of -17 years. And year after her graduation from Bethune Collage (Calcutta) she was married off to Arindam (February: 2011), an MBA boy who’s then employed in a textile Company in Gujarat and stationed near its factory complex at Lakshmipua in Mehsana district.
Contextually speaking, Arindam, though the only child of his parents, not unlike Tulika, had spent his early years in a Residential or Boarding school, located in a remote village in west Bengal, where boys would bathe in an open and large village-pond outside the hostel campus. Local people, including young women, would also use it or bathe there, and resulted that young Arindam would be getting ample scopes to watch girls bathing or swimming in that pond. His curious eyes would be glued to the elated breasts of the girls or women that poked or outlined through their water-drenched body-hugging “pallu” while coming out from the pond. And perhaps thus, unselfconsciously or otherwise, Arindam developed a strong lust for woman’s youthful breasts of woman. . . Instinctually he developed a prone to masturbating in toilet with those pert female breasts in mind, strangely fantasizing a male, “other than himself”, enjoying a pair of mature breasts . . . until he underwent his ejaculation. And thus he became breast-obsessed. . .
Years later, or after his marriage or rather soon after seeing his beautiful young wife Tulika’s firm round arrogant pair of breasts on the bridal night, the same old obsession since his adolescent years or school days irresistibly flashed back in his mind . . . with a strange desire that he should share this sexy pair of his bride’s breasts with another male in his presence to live out his suppressed obsession. . . But, in this context, he did not dare speak his mind to his bride lest she might take it otherwise.
However, shortly after marriage, Tuli moved to Lakshmipura (Nandasan) with her husband where she found none around to make friends with. It was an industrial area. She did not know Gujarati language, nor even Hindi properly. So, in initial weeks, it was quite boring for her. Their flat on ground floor (at Rajpur, near Lakshmipura) was also very small, containing only a single bedroom with attached-bath, and kitchen. It’s actually a part of a double-storied house of a Gujarati couple who lived at Surat. They had rented its ground flat out to Arindam.
However,Tuli was, of course, was not unhappy about it. A few weeks later, one day, Tulika received a phone-call from Calcutta. That call was from her “Guru”, Arnab Mukherjee. After her talking, Tulika handed over the phone to Arindam to speak to her “guru”. Arindam cited: “hello Uncle. . .” and invited him to visit to pay a visit to Gujarat. “Guruji” gladly agreed. His invitation to Guru gladdened Tuli also.
That day, while sitting idle in his office-chamber, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and he thought why not to open this old man (Guru) out with Tulika --- after all he would be a much safer “third companion” for Tulika in terms of her pregnancy! And thus he made up his mind to share his young new wife with that old man.
That night, while foreplaying with Tulika, he touched upon the topic of her music-Guru (Arnab Mukherjee), and while talking out about him Arindam felt that his wife got a strange sympathy for her music-teacher. Arindam smiled to himself, and he suggested that it would not look good if they, after his advent, let him sleep on the floor while they’re in bed, or vice-versa. So, better they should make a large bed on the floor in which all three could be easily accommodated. Hearing her husband’s proposition Tulika was a bit taken aback, and shyness, if not exactly embarrassment, pervaded her face. By now Arindam had entered her and assumed ramming in her in perfect rhythm with her thrusts-back. Tulika’s blissful moans soon echoed around the room. She’s in habit of moaning and hissing aloud while lovemaking. Arindam pumped his full jab of semen into her womb. Thereafter, the couple fell asleep, satiated and spent out.
Finally, in the last week of March (19th March 2011), their invited Guest --- the “sangeet Guru” --- (Arnab Mukherjee) --- came down, incidentally a day before the “Holi ” to their place at Rajpur.
In terms of feature or physicality, Tulika’s “guru” was anything but handsome or good to look at. He was rather on ugly side ----- he was medium in height, swarthy in complexion, with a senescent body; his eyes were small, lips were quite thick or chubby.
Tulika was, however, very happy to see her Guru-ji, the guest. They chatted together a lot. The guest was served vegetarian lunch, that there was no availability of fishes in the locality, though the old man did not bother it.
It was a Saturday, and the Couple, especially Tulika, used to perform “Shani-puja” every Saturday-evening. This “weekly-Puja habit” she had inherited from her father’s family. Whatever, to do this “puja” (worship), she would fast in the day, and then after an evening-bath, she would perform all rites of this (Shani) ‘puja’ in front of the photographic deity, installed in a corner of the room. And she would do it, only wearing a “saree” ---- nothing else ---- no brassiere or blouse and or petticoat ---- underneath her ‘saree, ---- in empty stomach, unlike Arindam.
However, that evening as usual, after her evening-bath, and wrapping a ‘saree’, she started her worship, while this time her Guru (guest) was also present in the room, apart her husband.
Her both arms and right shoulder were left open or uncovered as she was only in ‘saree’. But she was not bothered about this exposition. She was chanting “mantras” (hymns) with her eyes shut, as usual, in sitting-gesture (‘padmasana’). And sometimes she was leaning forward to give floral tribute to the deity. Both Arindam and their guest were sitting on her right side. Suddenly, Arindam noticed Tulika’s “pallu” (of the saree) sliding off her right shoulder and flank, thus exposing her right breast-side, and to which shut-eyed Tulika paid no heed; she continued away her “puja”.
Arindam cast a side-glance at their guest beside him, and found his eyes were simply glued to the exposed portion of Tulika’s firm breast. The guest was agape in fascination, and his face was sparking with suppressed lust for her. This sight instantly created in him a sexual jolt, and his cock started getting hard in anticipation. Moments later, again Tulika bent forth a little for a “pranama”, and now her “pallu” slid further down, now simply exposing her full breasts, tipped with honey-brown areola and nipple, from right side. Still she did not try to adjust her fallen ‘pallu’ or did not cover her frontal exposition. She remained absorbed in her “puja”. Arindam was not taken aback by her such kind of strange indifference ------ he was at a fix, not being able to make out if she was unaware of it or turning exhibitionist, deliberately. On the other hand, that old man was just eating her revealed domes with his eyes. Whatever. . ., Arindam was liking it that old man was ogling at Tulika’s exposed breasts . . . and sweats had appeared on his face even in this coldish winter climate in Gujarat.
After some 2 minutes, however, Tulika opened her eyes and looked down at her revealed bosom, and then instantly she adjusted her fallen ‘pallu’ to somehow cover her bare breasts. And now her face turned crimson, both in embarrassment and shyness or inhibition. She turned round, towards her husband and “guru”, and gave them the “prasada “.
After dinner, she made the bed on the floor (as it had been decided between the husband and wife) which was comparatively large enough to comfortably accommodate all three of them. But the problem was that they had no separate extra quilt or coverlet for the third person, and so they were to manage it for that night with the only available quilt with them.
The couple requested their guest to share bed on the ground with them for that night, assuring every thing would be set right next day. Guruji smiled and said out: “do not be so hesitant and tensed up. I do not mind sharing the same bed with my daughterly disciple and the host. It is situational . . . and I am not minding it, dear! Besides, I fall asleep the moment I retire to bed.”
Arindam smiled at him. Tulika headed into bathroom to change. And soon she came out in her in her while cotton front-hooked night-suit. The guest was given the wall-side, and the place next to his chosen by
Tulika on her won and Arindam lay next to his wife, on her left side, under the same single-large cotton quilt, supine.
Arindam’s heart was pounding heavily with a strange excitement, finding Tulika sandwiched between two males in the same bed, under the same quilt.
After quite sometime Arindam heard their guest snoring; he understood “guruji” was now asleep. He then turned on his side, towards his supine wife who also seemed to be sleeping. Enter room was dark or almost dark, though a dim night-lamp was still on. Now he carefully placed one his hand on Tulika’s heaving bosom, and then he started slowly and carefully unhooking her top. Barely did he undo 2 hooks, his stealthily prank was hindered as half-sleepy Tulika’s hand came over that of naughty Arindam. And Tulika turned her face to Arindam and whispered to him in a low tone: “ eii, naughty! What are you doing! Guruji is here just beside me. Please do not do it, it shall be very awkward if he by chance gets up.” Arindam whispered back to her:: “it does not matter. . .he has already seen your full breasts this evening.” His words silenced Tulika. Then aroused Arindam unhooked remaining hooks (of her top), one by one, to bare his wife’s breasts. Tulika stayed motionless and speechless, acquiescing Arindam’s advance. Arindam then started cupping her breasts, by turns, until her sensitive nipples turned alive in erotic warmth in no time. She was still lying on her back. After thus making Tulika hot . . Arindam reached out his hand to their sleeping guest, lying on the left of Tulika. And next moment Arindam hand caught hold of Guruji’s right arm and carefully turned him on his right, towards supine Tulika who was practically breathing hard in anticipation. Slowly Arindam placed Guruji’s right hand, or palm of the hand, on his wife’s unveiled aloft breasts, thus facilitating him to feel the sensual warmth and tactual taste of Tulika’s warm brest-flesh.
Tulika shivered at her guruji’s touch on her erogenous pectoral region, and a mild sigh escaped her. This old man, her music-teacher, was her elder by more than 29 years!
However, guru’s hand, or flat of his palm, did just stay flat on Tulika’s bare bosom, inactive or motionless. Finding that old man not pressing Tulika’s domes, Arindam became restless, and then he came forward to livening up their guest’s hand on her heaving bosom, under the same quilt. Her breast-dome over-flew the old man’s palm. .
He now put his left palm over that of Guru, and began slowly pressing the palm, beneath his under-palm, against Tulika’s breast-fresh as if to provide the sleeping guest a taste of the warm resilience of her breasts. Arindam did this a few times . . . until he suddenly felt guruji’s palm becoming active . . . on her breasts. Arindam then withdrew from the guest’s palm-top. Now it was needless . . . as the guest had started slowly cupping Tulika’s youthful breasts . . . in his instinctive spontaneity.
Guruji went on to squeeze Tulika’s pair of arrogant breasts, by turns, making her hiss in low tone. On the other hand, Arindam felt thrilled to have offered his beautiful “recently-married” wife’s breasts to a third male for enjoyment . . . and he had made up his mind to share her with her guru on bed, regularly, or so long he stayed with them. However, the male-Guest had by now come to his sense, and he turned Tulika on her side, towards his face. In no time a typical squelch sound started echoing, suggesting his wild suction on Tulika’s sensitive succulent breasts. It resulted that Tulika turned hornier and lost all her continence, and started moaning aloud . . . in sexual pleasure and delight, without bothering closer presence of her husband Arindam. Her love-sounds made that old man further wild, and he just got up, pulling his favourite student or disciple Tulika alongwith, or from the bed on floor. He did off his ‘lungii’ or clothes, also helping Tulika get rid of hers, and then two of them climbed another bed or divan, while Arindam watched, fascinated, in the light of the dim night-lamp in the room, stealthily from underneath the quilt. Arindam was taken aback by the huge erection of the old man ---- it was huge in size and shape ---- even bigger that that of Arindam!
The 52-year-old guest pinned Tulika to bed on her back, and came over her. And next moment Tulika’s moans faded out as he sealed her mouth with his in a passionate love-kiss. He continued licking and kissing her succulent lips, while simultaneously kneading her “soft-yet-hard-fleshed” firm breasts, somewhat at random.
After wild smooching for some time, he withdrew from Tulika’s mouth, as if to let her breath comfortably. And now his mouth again slid to her bosom, and he engulfed one her breast, anew. He sucked it away . . . until she moved him to her other eager breast. Her nipples were swollen to their fullness. She was moaning in rhythm with his strong suction. She pushed as much of her breast-peak as she could into his sucking mouth, thus almost choking him! His hungry mouth traveled from her one breast to the other, alternatively, giving her his best salivary tribute and bliss, making her head move side-to-side; her outcries of pleasure echoed around, breaking the silence. After paying a prolonged love-tribute to Tulika’s mouth and breasts, the old man now slid his face downwards her body, moving all the way from her elated breasts to her flat belly, and stopped over her deep naval, and did something there which further heighten up Tulika’s moans. Then he finally moved to her pubic region, widening her inner thighs apart to come in between.
Next moment, Tulika shrieked aloud as her guru’s mouth came over her wet vaginal mound, and he started licking the region. Tulika was profusely oozing. . . In fact, she had already undergone an orgasm. And the old man went on eating her youth or tasting her oozing nectar of prime youth with gusto, making her reel like a reed in sexual bliss and satisfaction. Tulika soon attained her second orgasm; she now requested him to enter her and pump his seed into her hungry womb. . .
Finally, their guest positioned himself at her gate of Eden for his entry into heaven. Time might have been frozen, as it were! Then, a sharp shriek escaped Tulika as the old man entered her with a bold thrust, shoving deeper into her, and ceased, until she soon indicated him to now churn in her. He started thrusting up and down within her, matching her counter-thrusts in a rhythmic movement, seizing her aloft breasts in hands. Soon the room was filled with their love-sounds and squelchy sounds of copulation, and its strange erotic fragrance.
Arindam was again taken aback by the ‘staying power’ of that old man! He simply went on ramming her, while Tulika’s legs had embraced him in equal response and emotion. And she continued attaining her orgasms, one after another, in her favourite missionary position. Finally the “guru” reached on the verge of his climax, and he tried to pull out himself. But Tulika did not let him do so, asking him to fill her completely. Next moment a groan escaped the old man, and he collapsed on Tulika, flooding out inside her. Without any fear or inhibition and hesitation, Tulika received all jabs of his seminal deluge in her receptive womb . . . till the last drop of it, letting him rest on her body with his manhood inside her body.
They kept lying inter-twined for a couple of minutes there, and then again the old man tuned a youth . . . and resumed pumping himself in her . . . in response to her passion. Thus he pumped his seed into her with fresh vigor and zeal . . . until Tulika was fully satisfied, satiated, and spent out.
So long Arindam acted as a stealthy voyeur, and then when his wife and her teacher retired to deep sleep, inter-twined, he got up, and stood beside the divan to closely see them if they are really asleep. Being sure of their sleep, he undid his “lungi” to free his own angry cock, and then pushing ‘guruji’ little aside from Tulika’s bosom, or thus freeing wife’s one breast from the under-chest of their guest, Arindam started masturbating or pumping his erect and wet cock against the areola of that free breast of his asleep wife. And soon he ejaculated profusely over her open breast-dome; his ejaculated semen ran down her breast-peak like a snowfall . . . and it teemed down all around that breast.
Thereafter, satisfied Arindam sheltered himself under the quilt, again, and retired to sleep.
Next morning was the Holi, and Tulika woke up early and went into bathroom to take a bath. Guruji had also gotten up early and he went out for his morning-walk. Arindam was waiting for his wife to come out from bathroom. And Tulika came out, wrapping bathing-towel, over her petticoat and, upside. Her comely face looked resplendent with delectation, obviously due to her great sexual satisfaction or satiation with her music-teacher previous night. Arindam pulled her to himself and planted a deep kiss, full on her lips. And thereafter he peeled the towel off her upside, thus making her topless. And he found reddish love-scars or deep marks of suction all around her breast-flesh. The view instantly set him on fire of sexual desire . . . and he pulled her to divan (where she had received sperm from her guru last night), and pumped his seed in her in a hurried way. He thanked his wife for giving him a great ‘show’ last night. Tulika smiled and asked if he had really liked her exhibitionistic coition with the old man. He nodded his head in appreciation, further requesting her to repeat it. She looked into her husband’s eyes and then giggled, and suggested him get her some “i-Pills” to avoid complication of pregnancy or impregnation. Arindam smiled and said to her that he’s sure old man’s sperm might not be procreative enough to impregnate her; therefore she could take his sperm without fear and tension. She kissed him back in gratitude and delight. And she clothed herself.
At about 8 o’clock morning, ‘guru-ji’ returned from his matutinal walks. He looked tensed and pale, obviously owing to a fear or guilt of tasting his young married student last night, by stealth. But both Arindam and Tulika were behaving with him very normally . . . as if nothing had happened ever.
On breakfast table, Arindam turned very candid with his senescent guest, asking him if he was comfortable here, especially with his student. Guru-ji felt scared thinking if Arindam had come to know of or guessed anything about his fornication with Tulika! His face turned pale in embarrassment. Arindam smiled to himself. He further asked guru-ji, now straightway, that how long he’d been a widower or devoid of woman’s intimate company! Guru-ji was now agape, and sweats appeared on his forehead. . Tulika was listenting their conversation. Arindam then beckoned his wife to his side, and the moment she came closer, Arindam pulled her to his chest, as though in a mood of prank, and kissed her in front of her ‘guru’ whose eyes popped out in both wonder and lust.
After their breakfast, Arindam came out with a proposal that since it’s the morning of the ‘colour-Play’ or the Holi, they should not miss the mirth of playing it. . . He asked Guru-ji to get ready to go out with them to play Holi in the locality. Guru-ji was hesitant on pretext of his age. Arindam negated his pretext, and encouraged him for the fun.
Zealous Tulika went into bathroom to change, and soon came out, in casuals ---- a blue Capri with white U-necked top (made of soft guernsey-material) with white brassiere underneath it. In it she looked damn hot.
The moment they came outside, on road, a group of the awaiting young boys and girls surrounded them and sprayed jets of different water-colours on them, drenching them skin. And those naughty young folk ran away, thereof.
Watery wetness made Tulika’s translucent or near-transparent, thereby vividly or provocatively outlining the contour of her bosom hidden under her wet brassiere. Guruji’s eyes sparked with lust for her at this. Arindam had noticed it, and then he suggested his colour-drenched wife to get back home so that three of them could now play the fun among themselves only, on the room, undisturbed.
And they walked back to their place in no time, and walked upstairs, to its walled-roof from the back-side entry. Next moment Arindam jumped on his wife with “gulal” in hand, and started smearing it on her face; neck etc in a spontaneous spree, while their guest watched standing nearby. Finding him yet non-participant in the fun, Arindam caught hold of a hand of his, and dragged closer, and giving him some dry colour, Arindam jovially asked him to dab the colour on her body, at random and without inhibition, thus practically openly inviting their guest to take liberty with her in his front.
Guru-ji began with Tulika. Noticing him feeing shy with her a bit, Arindam came forward to opening him out with Tulika, and now he again caught hold of Guruji’s hand and straightway pushed it under his wife’s top, indicating him to play with her breasts to his heart ’s content. Guruji needed no more indication or guidance. He started kneading Tulika’s breasts, making her hiss and giggle. Tulika simply surrendered to her guru to give him a sexual solace ---- and a hedonistic solace to her voyeur husband.
Then, within a couple of minutes, a real fun began . . . with her aroused Guru’s zeal and savage advances. Tulika did not resist when her oldie restless ‘guru’ simply tore her wet top, and grabbed her elated firm breasts in hands. . . At this impulsive moment Arindam came behind Tulika and unhooked her bra to let her be topless under the sky.
No outsiders were there, or none was able to see what going on there on the roof, that the roof was surrounded with chest-high wall.
Now both males were upon Tulika. In no time Tulika was lying supine on floor, topless, and her beloved husband and naughty ‘guru’ shared her breasts . . . between themselves, one each.
Tulika started moaning and shrieking aloud . . . as her pert breasts were fighting with the savage attacks, of two lovers at a time, with all their feminine warmth and resilience of her prime youth.
As she was colour-coated, she did not let them suck her succulent breasts and lips, rather instead, she demanded them to pull out their respective cocks so that she could suck them to ejaculation in her mouth, one by one.
Next moment, her music-teacher knelt before hornier Tulika, and she helped him pull out his swollen erection which she hungrily engulfed, while her voyeur husband watched and awaited his turn. Tulika’s eager mouth assumed bobbing, to and fro, over Guruji’s throbbing cock, and her saliva overflew and ran down in drops from her mouth-corner. Guru-ji was in his seventh heaven . . . and groans of pleasure escaping him. He was also simultaneously pressing Tulika’s bare breasts . . . while being sucked by her.
Gradually, within a couple of minutes, Tulika brought him closer to his climax . . . and she felt him on the verge of ejaculation. And within next couple of seconds her ‘guru’ he trembled and erupted in her mouth, choking her almost. His semen jutted out in her mouth in squirts while she went on to swallow his nectar, and when after a few seconds his jet-force was getting subsided a bit, she pulled it out to let the remaining jabs fell upon her breasts.
Arindam watched the whole show, fascinated. And now it was his turn. The same way Tulika now pleasured him, and finally, thereafter, she invited them to yank off her Capri, and next moment she was totally naked before them. At her instance, those two males were now eager to suck her to orgasms. She naturally scoped her ‘guru’ to mouth her heavily-oozing vaginal zone. And he religiously sucked multi-orgasmic Tulika to a few shuddering orgasms, one after another, until she begged for a mercy.
Next turn was Arindam’s. And instead of sucking her, he straightway entered her and filled her with his seed. Tulika kept lying on her back there itself, satiated and exhausted.
That night, after dinner, her two zealous lovers --- husband and Guru ---- took her by turns . . . until midnight. Now “guru-ji” was totally open as a secret “third companion” in the conjugality of a new Couple, and would be eating Arindam’s lovely and horny wife Tulika regularly, both in presence or absence of him, so long he stayed with them at Lakshmipura.
He was very happy and delighted that the young ‘straight’ couple looked him after in their best possible way, and the widower old man was especially grateful to Arindam who almost rejuvenated him with his beautiful young wife’s “bridal service” to him. Guruji stayed with them more than a month, or till the first week of May 2011, and in this one month Guru-ji consummated sex with Arindam’s bride Tulika (whom he married + 3 months ago only) many a time, without, of course, impregnating her.
Well, this episode tacitly made a strange and unique conjugal understanding between Arindam and Tulika.
Yet when Arindam spoke of a next “show” . . . his intelligent wife tuned down his request, suggesting that they should avoid locals that it or such escapade might put them into trouble or other complications.
Another couple of months went away, and then came the famous 9-day-festival --- “Navaratris” [from THE END
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Arindam Biswas, now a 27-year-old young man with medium height and dark complexion whose marriage was arranged by his family with Tulika Ray, a near-ravishing Bengali beauty with a shapely-voluptuous body (34b / 29 / 35), now aged 23 years. Tulika, nick-named Tuli, a modest-kind of girl with usual middle-class values. Right from her school days she used to learn “Rabindra sangeet “, and was a blue-eyed girl of her “Guru”, Arnab Mukherjee, now a 63-year-old childless widower. Tulika’s complexion was pinkish-fair, her eyes were big and attractive like those of south Indian girls. Her stunning beauty and pulchritude would allure many boys in her locality as usual, but she indulged or responded none, though she was not “virgin” at the time of her wedding with handsome fair-skinned Arindam. Her hymen had been ruptured. Or, in other words, she had lost her virginity to her personal domestic servant at the age of -17 years. And year after her graduation from Bethune Collage (Calcutta) she was married off to Arindam (February: 2011), an MBA boy who’s then employed in a textile Company in Gujarat and stationed near its factory complex at Lakshmipua in Mehsana district.
Contextually speaking, Arindam, though the only child of his parents, not unlike Tulika, had spent his early years in a Residential or Boarding school, located in a remote village in west Bengal, where boys would bathe in an open and large village-pond outside the hostel campus. Local people, including young women, would also use it or bathe there, and resulted that young Arindam would be getting ample scopes to watch girls bathing or swimming in that pond. His curious eyes would be glued to the elated breasts of the girls or women that poked or outlined through their water-drenched body-hugging “pallu” while coming out from the pond. And perhaps thus, unselfconsciously or otherwise, Arindam developed a strong lust for woman’s youthful breasts of woman. . . Instinctually he developed a prone to masturbating in toilet with those pert female breasts in mind, strangely fantasizing a male, “other than himself”, enjoying a pair of mature breasts . . . until he underwent his ejaculation. And thus he became breast-obsessed. . .
Years later, or after his marriage or rather soon after seeing his beautiful young wife Tulika’s firm round arrogant pair of breasts on the bridal night, the same old obsession since his adolescent years or school days irresistibly flashed back in his mind . . . with a strange desire that he should share this sexy pair of his bride’s breasts with another male in his presence to live out his suppressed obsession. . . But, in this context, he did not dare speak his mind to his bride lest she might take it otherwise.
However, shortly after marriage, Tuli moved to Lakshmipura (Nandasan) with her husband where she found none around to make friends with. It was an industrial area. She did not know Gujarati language, nor even Hindi properly. So, in initial weeks, it was quite boring for her. Their flat on ground floor (at Rajpur, near Lakshmipura) was also very small, containing only a single bedroom with attached-bath, and kitchen. It’s actually a part of a double-storied house of a Gujarati couple who lived at Surat. They had rented its ground flat out to Arindam.
However,Tuli was, of course, was not unhappy about it. A few weeks later, one day, Tulika received a phone-call from Calcutta. That call was from her “Guru”, Arnab Mukherjee. After her talking, Tulika handed over the phone to Arindam to speak to her “guru”. Arindam cited: “hello Uncle. . .” and invited him to visit to pay a visit to Gujarat. “Guruji” gladly agreed. His invitation to Guru gladdened Tuli also.
That day, while sitting idle in his office-chamber, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and he thought why not to open this old man (Guru) out with Tulika --- after all he would be a much safer “third companion” for Tulika in terms of her pregnancy! And thus he made up his mind to share his young new wife with that old man.
That night, while foreplaying with Tulika, he touched upon the topic of her music-Guru (Arnab Mukherjee), and while talking out about him Arindam felt that his wife got a strange sympathy for her music-teacher. Arindam smiled to himself, and he suggested that it would not look good if they, after his advent, let him sleep on the floor while they’re in bed, or vice-versa. So, better they should make a large bed on the floor in which all three could be easily accommodated. Hearing her husband’s proposition Tulika was a bit taken aback, and shyness, if not exactly embarrassment, pervaded her face. By now Arindam had entered her and assumed ramming in her in perfect rhythm with her thrusts-back. Tulika’s blissful moans soon echoed around the room. She’s in habit of moaning and hissing aloud while lovemaking. Arindam pumped his full jab of semen into her womb. Thereafter, the couple fell asleep, satiated and spent out.
Finally, in the last week of March (19th March 2011), their invited Guest --- the “sangeet Guru” --- (Arnab Mukherjee) --- came down, incidentally a day before the “Holi ” to their place at Rajpur.
In terms of feature or physicality, Tulika’s “guru” was anything but handsome or good to look at. He was rather on ugly side ----- he was medium in height, swarthy in complexion, with a senescent body; his eyes were small, lips were quite thick or chubby.
Tulika was, however, very happy to see her Guru-ji, the guest. They chatted together a lot. The guest was served vegetarian lunch, that there was no availability of fishes in the locality, though the old man did not bother it.
It was a Saturday, and the Couple, especially Tulika, used to perform “Shani-puja” every Saturday-evening. This “weekly-Puja habit” she had inherited from her father’s family. Whatever, to do this “puja” (worship), she would fast in the day, and then after an evening-bath, she would perform all rites of this (Shani) ‘puja’ in front of the photographic deity, installed in a corner of the room. And she would do it, only wearing a “saree” ---- nothing else ---- no brassiere or blouse and or petticoat ---- underneath her ‘saree, ---- in empty stomach, unlike Arindam.
However, that evening as usual, after her evening-bath, and wrapping a ‘saree’, she started her worship, while this time her Guru (guest) was also present in the room, apart her husband.
Her both arms and right shoulder were left open or uncovered as she was only in ‘saree’. But she was not bothered about this exposition. She was chanting “mantras” (hymns) with her eyes shut, as usual, in sitting-gesture (‘padmasana’). And sometimes she was leaning forward to give floral tribute to the deity. Both Arindam and their guest were sitting on her right side. Suddenly, Arindam noticed Tulika’s “pallu” (of the saree) sliding off her right shoulder and flank, thus exposing her right breast-side, and to which shut-eyed Tulika paid no heed; she continued away her “puja”.
Arindam cast a side-glance at their guest beside him, and found his eyes were simply glued to the exposed portion of Tulika’s firm breast. The guest was agape in fascination, and his face was sparking with suppressed lust for her. This sight instantly created in him a sexual jolt, and his cock started getting hard in anticipation. Moments later, again Tulika bent forth a little for a “pranama”, and now her “pallu” slid further down, now simply exposing her full breasts, tipped with honey-brown areola and nipple, from right side. Still she did not try to adjust her fallen ‘pallu’ or did not cover her frontal exposition. She remained absorbed in her “puja”. Arindam was not taken aback by her such kind of strange indifference ------ he was at a fix, not being able to make out if she was unaware of it or turning exhibitionist, deliberately. On the other hand, that old man was just eating her revealed domes with his eyes. Whatever. . ., Arindam was liking it that old man was ogling at Tulika’s exposed breasts . . . and sweats had appeared on his face even in this coldish winter climate in Gujarat.
After some 2 minutes, however, Tulika opened her eyes and looked down at her revealed bosom, and then instantly she adjusted her fallen ‘pallu’ to somehow cover her bare breasts. And now her face turned crimson, both in embarrassment and shyness or inhibition. She turned round, towards her husband and “guru”, and gave them the “prasada “.
After dinner, she made the bed on the floor (as it had been decided between the husband and wife) which was comparatively large enough to comfortably accommodate all three of them. But the problem was that they had no separate extra quilt or coverlet for the third person, and so they were to manage it for that night with the only available quilt with them.
The couple requested their guest to share bed on the ground with them for that night, assuring every thing would be set right next day. Guruji smiled and said out: “do not be so hesitant and tensed up. I do not mind sharing the same bed with my daughterly disciple and the host. It is situational . . . and I am not minding it, dear! Besides, I fall asleep the moment I retire to bed.”
Arindam smiled at him. Tulika headed into bathroom to change. And soon she came out in her in her while cotton front-hooked night-suit. The guest was given the wall-side, and the place next to his chosen by
Tulika on her won and Arindam lay next to his wife, on her left side, under the same single-large cotton quilt, supine.
Arindam’s heart was pounding heavily with a strange excitement, finding Tulika sandwiched between two males in the same bed, under the same quilt.
After quite sometime Arindam heard their guest snoring; he understood “guruji” was now asleep. He then turned on his side, towards his supine wife who also seemed to be sleeping. Enter room was dark or almost dark, though a dim night-lamp was still on. Now he carefully placed one his hand on Tulika’s heaving bosom, and then he started slowly and carefully unhooking her top. Barely did he undo 2 hooks, his stealthily prank was hindered as half-sleepy Tulika’s hand came over that of naughty Arindam. And Tulika turned her face to Arindam and whispered to him in a low tone: “ eii, naughty! What are you doing! Guruji is here just beside me. Please do not do it, it shall be very awkward if he by chance gets up.” Arindam whispered back to her:: “it does not matter. . .he has already seen your full breasts this evening.” His words silenced Tulika. Then aroused Arindam unhooked remaining hooks (of her top), one by one, to bare his wife’s breasts. Tulika stayed motionless and speechless, acquiescing Arindam’s advance. Arindam then started cupping her breasts, by turns, until her sensitive nipples turned alive in erotic warmth in no time. She was still lying on her back. After thus making Tulika hot . . Arindam reached out his hand to their sleeping guest, lying on the left of Tulika. And next moment Arindam hand caught hold of Guruji’s right arm and carefully turned him on his right, towards supine Tulika who was practically breathing hard in anticipation. Slowly Arindam placed Guruji’s right hand, or palm of the hand, on his wife’s unveiled aloft breasts, thus facilitating him to feel the sensual warmth and tactual taste of Tulika’s warm brest-flesh.
Tulika shivered at her guruji’s touch on her erogenous pectoral region, and a mild sigh escaped her. This old man, her music-teacher, was her elder by more than 29 years!
However, guru’s hand, or flat of his palm, did just stay flat on Tulika’s bare bosom, inactive or motionless. Finding that old man not pressing Tulika’s domes, Arindam became restless, and then he came forward to livening up their guest’s hand on her heaving bosom, under the same quilt. Her breast-dome over-flew the old man’s palm. .
He now put his left palm over that of Guru, and began slowly pressing the palm, beneath his under-palm, against Tulika’s breast-fresh as if to provide the sleeping guest a taste of the warm resilience of her breasts. Arindam did this a few times . . . until he suddenly felt guruji’s palm becoming active . . . on her breasts. Arindam then withdrew from the guest’s palm-top. Now it was needless . . . as the guest had started slowly cupping Tulika’s youthful breasts . . . in his instinctive spontaneity.
Guruji went on to squeeze Tulika’s pair of arrogant breasts, by turns, making her hiss in low tone. On the other hand, Arindam felt thrilled to have offered his beautiful “recently-married” wife’s breasts to a third male for enjoyment . . . and he had made up his mind to share her with her guru on bed, regularly, or so long he stayed with them. However, the male-Guest had by now come to his sense, and he turned Tulika on her side, towards his face. In no time a typical squelch sound started echoing, suggesting his wild suction on Tulika’s sensitive succulent breasts. It resulted that Tulika turned hornier and lost all her continence, and started moaning aloud . . . in sexual pleasure and delight, without bothering closer presence of her husband Arindam. Her love-sounds made that old man further wild, and he just got up, pulling his favourite student or disciple Tulika alongwith, or from the bed on floor. He did off his ‘lungii’ or clothes, also helping Tulika get rid of hers, and then two of them climbed another bed or divan, while Arindam watched, fascinated, in the light of the dim night-lamp in the room, stealthily from underneath the quilt. Arindam was taken aback by the huge erection of the old man ---- it was huge in size and shape ---- even bigger that that of Arindam!
The 52-year-old guest pinned Tulika to bed on her back, and came over her. And next moment Tulika’s moans faded out as he sealed her mouth with his in a passionate love-kiss. He continued licking and kissing her succulent lips, while simultaneously kneading her “soft-yet-hard-fleshed” firm breasts, somewhat at random.
After wild smooching for some time, he withdrew from Tulika’s mouth, as if to let her breath comfortably. And now his mouth again slid to her bosom, and he engulfed one her breast, anew. He sucked it away . . . until she moved him to her other eager breast. Her nipples were swollen to their fullness. She was moaning in rhythm with his strong suction. She pushed as much of her breast-peak as she could into his sucking mouth, thus almost choking him! His hungry mouth traveled from her one breast to the other, alternatively, giving her his best salivary tribute and bliss, making her head move side-to-side; her outcries of pleasure echoed around, breaking the silence. After paying a prolonged love-tribute to Tulika’s mouth and breasts, the old man now slid his face downwards her body, moving all the way from her elated breasts to her flat belly, and stopped over her deep naval, and did something there which further heighten up Tulika’s moans. Then he finally moved to her pubic region, widening her inner thighs apart to come in between.
Next moment, Tulika shrieked aloud as her guru’s mouth came over her wet vaginal mound, and he started licking the region. Tulika was profusely oozing. . . In fact, she had already undergone an orgasm. And the old man went on eating her youth or tasting her oozing nectar of prime youth with gusto, making her reel like a reed in sexual bliss and satisfaction. Tulika soon attained her second orgasm; she now requested him to enter her and pump his seed into her hungry womb. . .
Finally, their guest positioned himself at her gate of Eden for his entry into heaven. Time might have been frozen, as it were! Then, a sharp shriek escaped Tulika as the old man entered her with a bold thrust, shoving deeper into her, and ceased, until she soon indicated him to now churn in her. He started thrusting up and down within her, matching her counter-thrusts in a rhythmic movement, seizing her aloft breasts in hands. Soon the room was filled with their love-sounds and squelchy sounds of copulation, and its strange erotic fragrance.
Arindam was again taken aback by the ‘staying power’ of that old man! He simply went on ramming her, while Tulika’s legs had embraced him in equal response and emotion. And she continued attaining her orgasms, one after another, in her favourite missionary position. Finally the “guru” reached on the verge of his climax, and he tried to pull out himself. But Tulika did not let him do so, asking him to fill her completely. Next moment a groan escaped the old man, and he collapsed on Tulika, flooding out inside her. Without any fear or inhibition and hesitation, Tulika received all jabs of his seminal deluge in her receptive womb . . . till the last drop of it, letting him rest on her body with his manhood inside her body.
They kept lying inter-twined for a couple of minutes there, and then again the old man tuned a youth . . . and resumed pumping himself in her . . . in response to her passion. Thus he pumped his seed into her with fresh vigor and zeal . . . until Tulika was fully satisfied, satiated, and spent out.
So long Arindam acted as a stealthy voyeur, and then when his wife and her teacher retired to deep sleep, inter-twined, he got up, and stood beside the divan to closely see them if they are really asleep. Being sure of their sleep, he undid his “lungi” to free his own angry cock, and then pushing ‘guruji’ little aside from Tulika’s bosom, or thus freeing wife’s one breast from the under-chest of their guest, Arindam started masturbating or pumping his erect and wet cock against the areola of that free breast of his asleep wife. And soon he ejaculated profusely over her open breast-dome; his ejaculated semen ran down her breast-peak like a snowfall . . . and it teemed down all around that breast.
Thereafter, satisfied Arindam sheltered himself under the quilt, again, and retired to sleep.
Next morning was the Holi, and Tulika woke up early and went into bathroom to take a bath. Guruji had also gotten up early and he went out for his morning-walk. Arindam was waiting for his wife to come out from bathroom. And Tulika came out, wrapping bathing-towel, over her petticoat and, upside. Her comely face looked resplendent with delectation, obviously due to her great sexual satisfaction or satiation with her music-teacher previous night. Arindam pulled her to himself and planted a deep kiss, full on her lips. And thereafter he peeled the towel off her upside, thus making her topless. And he found reddish love-scars or deep marks of suction all around her breast-flesh. The view instantly set him on fire of sexual desire . . . and he pulled her to divan (where she had received sperm from her guru last night), and pumped his seed in her in a hurried way. He thanked his wife for giving him a great ‘show’ last night. Tulika smiled and asked if he had really liked her exhibitionistic coition with the old man. He nodded his head in appreciation, further requesting her to repeat it. She looked into her husband’s eyes and then giggled, and suggested him get her some “i-Pills” to avoid complication of pregnancy or impregnation. Arindam smiled and said to her that he’s sure old man’s sperm might not be procreative enough to impregnate her; therefore she could take his sperm without fear and tension. She kissed him back in gratitude and delight. And she clothed herself.
At about 8 o’clock morning, ‘guru-ji’ returned from his matutinal walks. He looked tensed and pale, obviously owing to a fear or guilt of tasting his young married student last night, by stealth. But both Arindam and Tulika were behaving with him very normally . . . as if nothing had happened ever.
On breakfast table, Arindam turned very candid with his senescent guest, asking him if he was comfortable here, especially with his student. Guru-ji felt scared thinking if Arindam had come to know of or guessed anything about his fornication with Tulika! His face turned pale in embarrassment. Arindam smiled to himself. He further asked guru-ji, now straightway, that how long he’d been a widower or devoid of woman’s intimate company! Guru-ji was now agape, and sweats appeared on his forehead. . Tulika was listenting their conversation. Arindam then beckoned his wife to his side, and the moment she came closer, Arindam pulled her to his chest, as though in a mood of prank, and kissed her in front of her ‘guru’ whose eyes popped out in both wonder and lust.
After their breakfast, Arindam came out with a proposal that since it’s the morning of the ‘colour-Play’ or the Holi, they should not miss the mirth of playing it. . . He asked Guru-ji to get ready to go out with them to play Holi in the locality. Guru-ji was hesitant on pretext of his age. Arindam negated his pretext, and encouraged him for the fun.
Zealous Tulika went into bathroom to change, and soon came out, in casuals ---- a blue Capri with white U-necked top (made of soft guernsey-material) with white brassiere underneath it. In it she looked damn hot.
The moment they came outside, on road, a group of the awaiting young boys and girls surrounded them and sprayed jets of different water-colours on them, drenching them skin. And those naughty young folk ran away, thereof.
Watery wetness made Tulika’s translucent or near-transparent, thereby vividly or provocatively outlining the contour of her bosom hidden under her wet brassiere. Guruji’s eyes sparked with lust for her at this. Arindam had noticed it, and then he suggested his colour-drenched wife to get back home so that three of them could now play the fun among themselves only, on the room, undisturbed.
And they walked back to their place in no time, and walked upstairs, to its walled-roof from the back-side entry. Next moment Arindam jumped on his wife with “gulal” in hand, and started smearing it on her face; neck etc in a spontaneous spree, while their guest watched standing nearby. Finding him yet non-participant in the fun, Arindam caught hold of a hand of his, and dragged closer, and giving him some dry colour, Arindam jovially asked him to dab the colour on her body, at random and without inhibition, thus practically openly inviting their guest to take liberty with her in his front.
Guru-ji began with Tulika. Noticing him feeing shy with her a bit, Arindam came forward to opening him out with Tulika, and now he again caught hold of Guruji’s hand and straightway pushed it under his wife’s top, indicating him to play with her breasts to his heart ’s content. Guruji needed no more indication or guidance. He started kneading Tulika’s breasts, making her hiss and giggle. Tulika simply surrendered to her guru to give him a sexual solace ---- and a hedonistic solace to her voyeur husband.
Then, within a couple of minutes, a real fun began . . . with her aroused Guru’s zeal and savage advances. Tulika did not resist when her oldie restless ‘guru’ simply tore her wet top, and grabbed her elated firm breasts in hands. . . At this impulsive moment Arindam came behind Tulika and unhooked her bra to let her be topless under the sky.
No outsiders were there, or none was able to see what going on there on the roof, that the roof was surrounded with chest-high wall.
Now both males were upon Tulika. In no time Tulika was lying supine on floor, topless, and her beloved husband and naughty ‘guru’ shared her breasts . . . between themselves, one each.
Tulika started moaning and shrieking aloud . . . as her pert breasts were fighting with the savage attacks, of two lovers at a time, with all their feminine warmth and resilience of her prime youth.
As she was colour-coated, she did not let them suck her succulent breasts and lips, rather instead, she demanded them to pull out their respective cocks so that she could suck them to ejaculation in her mouth, one by one.
Next moment, her music-teacher knelt before hornier Tulika, and she helped him pull out his swollen erection which she hungrily engulfed, while her voyeur husband watched and awaited his turn. Tulika’s eager mouth assumed bobbing, to and fro, over Guruji’s throbbing cock, and her saliva overflew and ran down in drops from her mouth-corner. Guru-ji was in his seventh heaven . . . and groans of pleasure escaping him. He was also simultaneously pressing Tulika’s bare breasts . . . while being sucked by her.
Gradually, within a couple of minutes, Tulika brought him closer to his climax . . . and she felt him on the verge of ejaculation. And within next couple of seconds her ‘guru’ he trembled and erupted in her mouth, choking her almost. His semen jutted out in her mouth in squirts while she went on to swallow his nectar, and when after a few seconds his jet-force was getting subsided a bit, she pulled it out to let the remaining jabs fell upon her breasts.
Arindam watched the whole show, fascinated. And now it was his turn. The same way Tulika now pleasured him, and finally, thereafter, she invited them to yank off her Capri, and next moment she was totally naked before them. At her instance, those two males were now eager to suck her to orgasms. She naturally scoped her ‘guru’ to mouth her heavily-oozing vaginal zone. And he religiously sucked multi-orgasmic Tulika to a few shuddering orgasms, one after another, until she begged for a mercy.
Next turn was Arindam’s. And instead of sucking her, he straightway entered her and filled her with his seed. Tulika kept lying on her back there itself, satiated and exhausted.
That night, after dinner, her two zealous lovers --- husband and Guru ---- took her by turns . . . until midnight. Now “guru-ji” was totally open as a secret “third companion” in the conjugality of a new Couple, and would be eating Arindam’s lovely and horny wife Tulika regularly, both in presence or absence of him, so long he stayed with them at Lakshmipura.
He was very happy and delighted that the young ‘straight’ couple looked him after in their best possible way, and the widower old man was especially grateful to Arindam who almost rejuvenated him with his beautiful young wife’s “bridal service” to him. Guruji stayed with them more than a month, or till the first week of May 2011, and in this one month Guru-ji consummated sex with Arindam’s bride Tulika (whom he married + 3 months ago only) many a time, without, of course, impregnating her.
Well, this episode tacitly made a strange and unique conjugal understanding between Arindam and Tulika.
Yet when Arindam spoke of a next “show” . . . his intelligent wife tuned down his request, suggesting that they should avoid locals that it or such escapade might put them into trouble or other complications.
Another couple of months went away, and then came the famous 9-day-festival --- “Navaratris” [from THE END
Contextually speaking, Arindam, though the only child of his parents, not unlike Tulika, had spent his early years in a Residential or Boarding school, located in a remote village in west Bengal, where boys would bathe in an open and large village-pond outside the hostel campus. Local people, including young women, would also use it or bathe there, and resulted that young Arindam would be getting ample scopes to watch girls bathing or swimming in that pond. His curious eyes would be glued to the elated breasts of the girls or women that poked or outlined through their water-drenched body-hugging “pallu” while coming out from the pond. And perhaps thus, unselfconsciously or otherwise, Arindam developed a strong lust for woman’s youthful breasts of woman. . . Instinctually he developed a prone to masturbating in toilet with those pert female breasts in mind, strangely fantasizing a male, “other than himself”, enjoying a pair of mature breasts . . . until he underwent his ejaculation. And thus he became breast-obsessed. . .
Years later, or after his marriage or rather soon after seeing his beautiful young wife Tulika’s firm round arrogant pair of breasts on the bridal night, the same old obsession since his adolescent years or school days irresistibly flashed back in his mind . . . with a strange desire that he should share this sexy pair of his bride’s breasts with another male in his presence to live out his suppressed obsession. . . But, in this context, he did not dare speak his mind to his bride lest she might take it otherwise.
However, shortly after marriage, Tuli moved to Lakshmipura (Nandasan) with her husband where she found none around to make friends with. It was an industrial area. She did not know Gujarati language, nor even Hindi properly. So, in initial weeks, it was quite boring for her. Their flat on ground floor (at Rajpur, near Lakshmipura) was also very small, containing only a single bedroom with attached-bath, and kitchen. It’s actually a part of a double-storied house of a Gujarati couple who lived at Surat. They had rented its ground flat out to Arindam.
However,Tuli was, of course, was not unhappy about it. A few weeks later, one day, Tulika received a phone-call from Calcutta. That call was from her “Guru”, Arnab Mukherjee. After her talking, Tulika handed over the phone to Arindam to speak to her “guru”. Arindam cited: “hello Uncle. . .” and invited him to visit to pay a visit to Gujarat. “Guruji” gladly agreed. His invitation to Guru gladdened Tuli also.
That day, while sitting idle in his office-chamber, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and he thought why not to open this old man (Guru) out with Tulika --- after all he would be a much safer “third companion” for Tulika in terms of her pregnancy! And thus he made up his mind to share his young new wife with that old man.
That night, while foreplaying with Tulika, he touched upon the topic of her music-Guru (Arnab Mukherjee), and while talking out about him Arindam felt that his wife got a strange sympathy for her music-teacher. Arindam smiled to himself, and he suggested that it would not look good if they, after his advent, let him sleep on the floor while they’re in bed, or vice-versa. So, better they should make a large bed on the floor in which all three could be easily accommodated. Hearing her husband’s proposition Tulika was a bit taken aback, and shyness, if not exactly embarrassment, pervaded her face. By now Arindam had entered her and assumed ramming in her in perfect rhythm with her thrusts-back. Tulika’s blissful moans soon echoed around the room. She’s in habit of moaning and hissing aloud while lovemaking. Arindam pumped his full jab of semen into her womb. Thereafter, the couple fell asleep, satiated and spent out.
Finally, in the last week of March (19th March 2011), their invited Guest --- the “sangeet Guru” --- (Arnab Mukherjee) --- came down, incidentally a day before the “Holi ” to their place at Rajpur.
In terms of feature or physicality, Tulika’s “guru” was anything but handsome or good to look at. He was rather on ugly side ----- he was medium in height, swarthy in complexion, with a senescent body; his eyes were small, lips were quite thick or chubby.
Tulika was, however, very happy to see her Guru-ji, the guest. They chatted together a lot. The guest was served vegetarian lunch, that there was no availability of fishes in the locality, though the old man did not bother it.
It was a Saturday, and the Couple, especially Tulika, used to perform “Shani-puja” every Saturday-evening. This “weekly-Puja habit” she had inherited from her father’s family. Whatever, to do this “puja” (worship), she would fast in the day, and then after an evening-bath, she would perform all rites of this (Shani) ‘puja’ in front of the photographic deity, installed in a corner of the room. And she would do it, only wearing a “saree” ---- nothing else ---- no brassiere or blouse and or petticoat ---- underneath her ‘saree, ---- in empty stomach, unlike Arindam.
However, that evening as usual, after her evening-bath, and wrapping a ‘saree’, she started her worship, while this time her Guru (guest) was also present in the room, apart her husband.
Her both arms and right shoulder were left open or uncovered as she was only in ‘saree’. But she was not bothered about this exposition. She was chanting “mantras” (hymns) with her eyes shut, as usual, in sitting-gesture (‘padmasana’). And sometimes she was leaning forward to give floral tribute to the deity. Both Arindam and their guest were sitting on her right side. Suddenly, Arindam noticed Tulika’s “pallu” (of the saree) sliding off her right shoulder and flank, thus exposing her right breast-side, and to which shut-eyed Tulika paid no heed; she continued away her “puja”.
Arindam cast a side-glance at their guest beside him, and found his eyes were simply glued to the exposed portion of Tulika’s firm breast. The guest was agape in fascination, and his face was sparking with suppressed lust for her. This sight instantly created in him a sexual jolt, and his cock started getting hard in anticipation. Moments later, again Tulika bent forth a little for a “pranama”, and now her “pallu” slid further down, now simply exposing her full breasts, tipped with honey-brown areola and nipple, from right side. Still she did not try to adjust her fallen ‘pallu’ or did not cover her frontal exposition. She remained absorbed in her “puja”. Arindam was not taken aback by her such kind of strange indifference ------ he was at a fix, not being able to make out if she was unaware of it or turning exhibitionist, deliberately. On the other hand, that old man was just eating her revealed domes with his eyes. Whatever. . ., Arindam was liking it that old man was ogling at Tulika’s exposed breasts . . . and sweats had appeared on his face even in this coldish winter climate in Gujarat.
After some 2 minutes, however, Tulika opened her eyes and looked down at her revealed bosom, and then instantly she adjusted her fallen ‘pallu’ to somehow cover her bare breasts. And now her face turned crimson, both in embarrassment and shyness or inhibition. She turned round, towards her husband and “guru”, and gave them the “prasada “.
After dinner, she made the bed on the floor (as it had been decided between the husband and wife) which was comparatively large enough to comfortably accommodate all three of them. But the problem was that they had no separate extra quilt or coverlet for the third person, and so they were to manage it for that night with the only available quilt with them.
The couple requested their guest to share bed on the ground with them for that night, assuring every thing would be set right next day. Guruji smiled and said out: “do not be so hesitant and tensed up. I do not mind sharing the same bed with my daughterly disciple and the host. It is situational . . . and I am not minding it, dear! Besides, I fall asleep the moment I retire to bed.”
Arindam smiled at him. Tulika headed into bathroom to change. And soon she came out in her in her while cotton front-hooked night-suit. The guest was given the wall-side, and the place next to his chosen by
Tulika on her won and Arindam lay next to his wife, on her left side, under the same single-large cotton quilt, supine.
Arindam’s heart was pounding heavily with a strange excitement, finding Tulika sandwiched between two males in the same bed, under the same quilt.
After quite sometime Arindam heard their guest snoring; he understood “guruji” was now asleep. He then turned on his side, towards his supine wife who also seemed to be sleeping. Enter room was dark or almost dark, though a dim night-lamp was still on. Now he carefully placed one his hand on Tulika’s heaving bosom, and then he started slowly and carefully unhooking her top. Barely did he undo 2 hooks, his stealthily prank was hindered as half-sleepy Tulika’s hand came over that of naughty Arindam. And Tulika turned her face to Arindam and whispered to him in a low tone: “ eii, naughty! What are you doing! Guruji is here just beside me. Please do not do it, it shall be very awkward if he by chance gets up.” Arindam whispered back to her:: “it does not matter. . .he has already seen your full breasts this evening.” His words silenced Tulika. Then aroused Arindam unhooked remaining hooks (of her top), one by one, to bare his wife’s breasts. Tulika stayed motionless and speechless, acquiescing Arindam’s advance. Arindam then started cupping her breasts, by turns, until her sensitive nipples turned alive in erotic warmth in no time. She was still lying on her back. After thus making Tulika hot . . Arindam reached out his hand to their sleeping guest, lying on the left of Tulika. And next moment Arindam hand caught hold of Guruji’s right arm and carefully turned him on his right, towards supine Tulika who was practically breathing hard in anticipation. Slowly Arindam placed Guruji’s right hand, or palm of the hand, on his wife’s unveiled aloft breasts, thus facilitating him to feel the sensual warmth and tactual taste of Tulika’s warm brest-flesh.
Tulika shivered at her guruji’s touch on her erogenous pectoral region, and a mild sigh escaped her. This old man, her music-teacher, was her elder by more than 29 years!
However, guru’s hand, or flat of his palm, did just stay flat on Tulika’s bare bosom, inactive or motionless. Finding that old man not pressing Tulika’s domes, Arindam became restless, and then he came forward to livening up their guest’s hand on her heaving bosom, under the same quilt. Her breast-dome over-flew the old man’s palm. .
He now put his left palm over that of Guru, and began slowly pressing the palm, beneath his under-palm, against Tulika’s breast-fresh as if to provide the sleeping guest a taste of the warm resilience of her breasts. Arindam did this a few times . . . until he suddenly felt guruji’s palm becoming active . . . on her breasts. Arindam then withdrew from the guest’s palm-top. Now it was needless . . . as the guest had started slowly cupping Tulika’s youthful breasts . . . in his instinctive spontaneity.
Guruji went on to squeeze Tulika’s pair of arrogant breasts, by turns, making her hiss in low tone. On the other hand, Arindam felt thrilled to have offered his beautiful “recently-married” wife’s breasts to a third male for enjoyment . . . and he had made up his mind to share her with her guru on bed, regularly, or so long he stayed with them. However, the male-Guest had by now come to his sense, and he turned Tulika on her side, towards his face. In no time a typical squelch sound started echoing, suggesting his wild suction on Tulika’s sensitive succulent breasts. It resulted that Tulika turned hornier and lost all her continence, and started moaning aloud . . . in sexual pleasure and delight, without bothering closer presence of her husband Arindam. Her love-sounds made that old man further wild, and he just got up, pulling his favourite student or disciple Tulika alongwith, or from the bed on floor. He did off his ‘lungii’ or clothes, also helping Tulika get rid of hers, and then two of them climbed another bed or divan, while Arindam watched, fascinated, in the light of the dim night-lamp in the room, stealthily from underneath the quilt. Arindam was taken aback by the huge erection of the old man ---- it was huge in size and shape ---- even bigger that that of Arindam!
The 52-year-old guest pinned Tulika to bed on her back, and came over her. And next moment Tulika’s moans faded out as he sealed her mouth with his in a passionate love-kiss. He continued licking and kissing her succulent lips, while simultaneously kneading her “soft-yet-hard-fleshed” firm breasts, somewhat at random.
After wild smooching for some time, he withdrew from Tulika’s mouth, as if to let her breath comfortably. And now his mouth again slid to her bosom, and he engulfed one her breast, anew. He sucked it away . . . until she moved him to her other eager breast. Her nipples were swollen to their fullness. She was moaning in rhythm with his strong suction. She pushed as much of her breast-peak as she could into his sucking mouth, thus almost choking him! His hungry mouth traveled from her one breast to the other, alternatively, giving her his best salivary tribute and bliss, making her head move side-to-side; her outcries of pleasure echoed around, breaking the silence. After paying a prolonged love-tribute to Tulika’s mouth and breasts, the old man now slid his face downwards her body, moving all the way from her elated breasts to her flat belly, and stopped over her deep naval, and did something there which further heighten up Tulika’s moans. Then he finally moved to her pubic region, widening her inner thighs apart to come in between.
Next moment, Tulika shrieked aloud as her guru’s mouth came over her wet vaginal mound, and he started licking the region. Tulika was profusely oozing. . . In fact, she had already undergone an orgasm. And the old man went on eating her youth or tasting her oozing nectar of prime youth with gusto, making her reel like a reed in sexual bliss and satisfaction. Tulika soon attained her second orgasm; she now requested him to enter her and pump his seed into her hungry womb. . .
Finally, their guest positioned himself at her gate of Eden for his entry into heaven. Time might have been frozen, as it were! Then, a sharp shriek escaped Tulika as the old man entered her with a bold thrust, shoving deeper into her, and ceased, until she soon indicated him to now churn in her. He started thrusting up and down within her, matching her counter-thrusts in a rhythmic movement, seizing her aloft breasts in hands. Soon the room was filled with their love-sounds and squelchy sounds of copulation, and its strange erotic fragrance.
Arindam was again taken aback by the ‘staying power’ of that old man! He simply went on ramming her, while Tulika’s legs had embraced him in equal response and emotion. And she continued attaining her orgasms, one after another, in her favourite missionary position. Finally the “guru” reached on the verge of his climax, and he tried to pull out himself. But Tulika did not let him do so, asking him to fill her completely. Next moment a groan escaped the old man, and he collapsed on Tulika, flooding out inside her. Without any fear or inhibition and hesitation, Tulika received all jabs of his seminal deluge in her receptive womb . . . till the last drop of it, letting him rest on her body with his manhood inside her body.
They kept lying inter-twined for a couple of minutes there, and then again the old man tuned a youth . . . and resumed pumping himself in her . . . in response to her passion. Thus he pumped his seed into her with fresh vigor and zeal . . . until Tulika was fully satisfied, satiated, and spent out.
So long Arindam acted as a stealthy voyeur, and then when his wife and her teacher retired to deep sleep, inter-twined, he got up, and stood beside the divan to closely see them if they are really asleep. Being sure of their sleep, he undid his “lungi” to free his own angry cock, and then pushing ‘guruji’ little aside from Tulika’s bosom, or thus freeing wife’s one breast from the under-chest of their guest, Arindam started masturbating or pumping his erect and wet cock against the areola of that free breast of his asleep wife. And soon he ejaculated profusely over her open breast-dome; his ejaculated semen ran down her breast-peak like a snowfall . . . and it teemed down all around that breast.
Thereafter, satisfied Arindam sheltered himself under the quilt, again, and retired to sleep.
Next morning was the Holi, and Tulika woke up early and went into bathroom to take a bath. Guruji had also gotten up early and he went out for his morning-walk. Arindam was waiting for his wife to come out from bathroom. And Tulika came out, wrapping bathing-towel, over her petticoat and, upside. Her comely face looked resplendent with delectation, obviously due to her great sexual satisfaction or satiation with her music-teacher previous night. Arindam pulled her to himself and planted a deep kiss, full on her lips. And thereafter he peeled the towel off her upside, thus making her topless. And he found reddish love-scars or deep marks of suction all around her breast-flesh. The view instantly set him on fire of sexual desire . . . and he pulled her to divan (where she had received sperm from her guru last night), and pumped his seed in her in a hurried way. He thanked his wife for giving him a great ‘show’ last night. Tulika smiled and asked if he had really liked her exhibitionistic coition with the old man. He nodded his head in appreciation, further requesting her to repeat it. She looked into her husband’s eyes and then giggled, and suggested him get her some “i-Pills” to avoid complication of pregnancy or impregnation. Arindam smiled and said to her that he’s sure old man’s sperm might not be procreative enough to impregnate her; therefore she could take his sperm without fear and tension. She kissed him back in gratitude and delight. And she clothed herself.
At about 8 o’clock morning, ‘guru-ji’ returned from his matutinal walks. He looked tensed and pale, obviously owing to a fear or guilt of tasting his young married student last night, by stealth. But both Arindam and Tulika were behaving with him very normally . . . as if nothing had happened ever.
On breakfast table, Arindam turned very candid with his senescent guest, asking him if he was comfortable here, especially with his student. Guru-ji felt scared thinking if Arindam had come to know of or guessed anything about his fornication with Tulika! His face turned pale in embarrassment. Arindam smiled to himself. He further asked guru-ji, now straightway, that how long he’d been a widower or devoid of woman’s intimate company! Guru-ji was now agape, and sweats appeared on his forehead. . Tulika was listenting their conversation. Arindam then beckoned his wife to his side, and the moment she came closer, Arindam pulled her to his chest, as though in a mood of prank, and kissed her in front of her ‘guru’ whose eyes popped out in both wonder and lust.
After their breakfast, Arindam came out with a proposal that since it’s the morning of the ‘colour-Play’ or the Holi, they should not miss the mirth of playing it. . . He asked Guru-ji to get ready to go out with them to play Holi in the locality. Guru-ji was hesitant on pretext of his age. Arindam negated his pretext, and encouraged him for the fun.
Zealous Tulika went into bathroom to change, and soon came out, in casuals ---- a blue Capri with white U-necked top (made of soft guernsey-material) with white brassiere underneath it. In it she looked damn hot.
The moment they came outside, on road, a group of the awaiting young boys and girls surrounded them and sprayed jets of different water-colours on them, drenching them skin. And those naughty young folk ran away, thereof.
Watery wetness made Tulika’s translucent or near-transparent, thereby vividly or provocatively outlining the contour of her bosom hidden under her wet brassiere. Guruji’s eyes sparked with lust for her at this. Arindam had noticed it, and then he suggested his colour-drenched wife to get back home so that three of them could now play the fun among themselves only, on the room, undisturbed.
And they walked back to their place in no time, and walked upstairs, to its walled-roof from the back-side entry. Next moment Arindam jumped on his wife with “gulal” in hand, and started smearing it on her face; neck etc in a spontaneous spree, while their guest watched standing nearby. Finding him yet non-participant in the fun, Arindam caught hold of a hand of his, and dragged closer, and giving him some dry colour, Arindam jovially asked him to dab the colour on her body, at random and without inhibition, thus practically openly inviting their guest to take liberty with her in his front.
Guru-ji began with Tulika. Noticing him feeing shy with her a bit, Arindam came forward to opening him out with Tulika, and now he again caught hold of Guruji’s hand and straightway pushed it under his wife’s top, indicating him to play with her breasts to his heart ’s content. Guruji needed no more indication or guidance. He started kneading Tulika’s breasts, making her hiss and giggle. Tulika simply surrendered to her guru to give him a sexual solace ---- and a hedonistic solace to her voyeur husband.
Then, within a couple of minutes, a real fun began . . . with her aroused Guru’s zeal and savage advances. Tulika did not resist when her oldie restless ‘guru’ simply tore her wet top, and grabbed her elated firm breasts in hands. . . At this impulsive moment Arindam came behind Tulika and unhooked her bra to let her be topless under the sky.
No outsiders were there, or none was able to see what going on there on the roof, that the roof was surrounded with chest-high wall.
Now both males were upon Tulika. In no time Tulika was lying supine on floor, topless, and her beloved husband and naughty ‘guru’ shared her breasts . . . between themselves, one each.
Tulika started moaning and shrieking aloud . . . as her pert breasts were fighting with the savage attacks, of two lovers at a time, with all their feminine warmth and resilience of her prime youth.
As she was colour-coated, she did not let them suck her succulent breasts and lips, rather instead, she demanded them to pull out their respective cocks so that she could suck them to ejaculation in her mouth, one by one.
Next moment, her music-teacher knelt before hornier Tulika, and she helped him pull out his swollen erection which she hungrily engulfed, while her voyeur husband watched and awaited his turn. Tulika’s eager mouth assumed bobbing, to and fro, over Guruji’s throbbing cock, and her saliva overflew and ran down in drops from her mouth-corner. Guru-ji was in his seventh heaven . . . and groans of pleasure escaping him. He was also simultaneously pressing Tulika’s bare breasts . . . while being sucked by her.
Gradually, within a couple of minutes, Tulika brought him closer to his climax . . . and she felt him on the verge of ejaculation. And within next couple of seconds her ‘guru’ he trembled and erupted in her mouth, choking her almost. His semen jutted out in her mouth in squirts while she went on to swallow his nectar, and when after a few seconds his jet-force was getting subsided a bit, she pulled it out to let the remaining jabs fell upon her breasts.
Arindam watched the whole show, fascinated. And now it was his turn. The same way Tulika now pleasured him, and finally, thereafter, she invited them to yank off her Capri, and next moment she was totally naked before them. At her instance, those two males were now eager to suck her to orgasms. She naturally scoped her ‘guru’ to mouth her heavily-oozing vaginal zone. And he religiously sucked multi-orgasmic Tulika to a few shuddering orgasms, one after another, until she begged for a mercy.
Next turn was Arindam’s. And instead of sucking her, he straightway entered her and filled her with his seed. Tulika kept lying on her back there itself, satiated and exhausted.
That night, after dinner, her two zealous lovers --- husband and Guru ---- took her by turns . . . until midnight. Now “guru-ji” was totally open as a secret “third companion” in the conjugality of a new Couple, and would be eating Arindam’s lovely and horny wife Tulika regularly, both in presence or absence of him, so long he stayed with them at Lakshmipura.
He was very happy and delighted that the young ‘straight’ couple looked him after in their best possible way, and the widower old man was especially grateful to Arindam who almost rejuvenated him with his beautiful young wife’s “bridal service” to him. Guruji stayed with them more than a month, or till the first week of May 2011, and in this one month Guru-ji consummated sex with Arindam’s bride Tulika (whom he married + 3 months ago only) many a time, without, of course, impregnating her.
Well, this episode tacitly made a strange and unique conjugal understanding between Arindam and Tulika.
Yet when Arindam spoke of a next “show” . . . his intelligent wife tuned down his request, suggesting that they should avoid locals that it or such escapade might put them into trouble or other complications.
Another couple of months went away, and then came the famous 9-day-festival --- “Navaratris” [from THE END
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