
To my readers: 
Thank you for the encouragement that I have been getting
from you.  I am unable to reply to all the mails, but still replying to a
few interesting ones.  Most of you are telling me that you are unable to
wait for the next parts of the story.  Here is the next part for you, but
my next posting may be towards the end of January, 2001.  I apologise for
the anticipated delay because of my other commitments.  Please bear with
me.

   Surprisingly, I am yet to hear any criticisms.  Please feel free to do
that and do not hesitate to point out spelling mistakes and typographical
errors.

   May I once again repeat the warning that this story is only for adults
above 18 years.  Cheers,

   Nandita



----------------Manly massage: Part-3 -------------------------------------------------

While Bachchu was cupping my breasts, his hands were working under the pallu of my saree and I was
still careful in not exposing my breasts completely. Actually, he was still sitting
behind me and although my boobs were completely in his possession, those were out of his direct
view. After completely satisfying me with the breast massage, Bachchu's hands
reached my belly. I was enjoying the tickling sensation, especially when his index
finger reached my navel. He put some extra oil inside that to make it a pool and tapped
there a few times. While he was caring this region, I was trying to imagine the next
part of his massage. Where would it be ? Below my waist and lower belly ? God ! I couldn't
imagine anything more. My sex-starved cunt was creaming with a fresh supply of cunty juice.
It was paining. I was dreaming if I could get a massage right till there. "Oh, Boy !!
Do it !! Do it till there. It's just for the sake of a massage - so don't feel shy ---"

No, I was certainly not bold enough to utter these things in reality. Instead, I was trying to 
apply my willpower to control such dirty desires within me. I was unable to explain how
could a shy housewife like me, who is ever fathful to her husband, could adventure this much
with her boyservant. When he completed massage of my upper part, I quickly got up without
allowing any possibility for a massage anywhere in my lower part.

Just after the massage, I hurriedly went for a bath. I was getting restless to undress myself and 
take care of my wet cunt. I tried to imagine Raja, my husband, while masturbating, but all
my imaginations got shattered when I tried to figure out what Bachchu might be doing with the
massive manhood, which he had developed for the past half-an-hour. Maybe, he had rushed to our
other toilet, which he uses and now he might be vigourously beating his flesh to release his load.
I was finger-fucking myself and the imagination of Bachchu's masturbation made me more and more horny.
Oh boy ! I was cumming, cumming all the way. Would Bachchu be releasing his load by now ? I could
visualise that jets of thick white sticky semen made up a mess on the floor and that drove
my orgasms to a new peak.

Before coming under the shower, I looked at my nude figure in the mirror. My breasts were still warm 
and reddish with the increased blood flow resulting from the massage. I had a close look 
at my breasts. Every square millimeter area of my breasts was glittering with oil. Bachchu hadn't
missed a single spot. I was looking at my breasts with utter disbelief that these were handled
by another man today and that too with my own invitation. I came under the shower and soaped
my whole body. It took quite some time to wash out the stickiness of the oil. At the end, I was
feeling fresh. There was a feeling of easiness in my whole body. I never knew that massage
makes one feel so good, so relaxing it is !

I wiped my body with a towel, got dressed and came out. Bachchu served my meal. There
was an uneasy calmness in the room. 
While I was still trying to recover from my arousal that resulted from the happenings of today,  
Bachchu too was looking unusually quiet. For him, I guess, 
it was the first touch of a female breast and he might have been trying to recover from the 
sexually explosive shock that he received.

I really didn't have any serious intention of cheating my husband and so I didn't want to carry 
any sense of guilt with me. I felt I should tell everything to Raja - only point was how and when.
We have always shared each other's fantasies and that had always ignited our passion
in the past. Most of the times, we fantasize ourselves with each other's friends and
enjoy, without attaching slightest seriousness to it. We had other fantasies too.
Once, Raja had described an erotic encounter with the domestic maid-servant of his
parental home, much before our marriage. I was so horny that I couldn't wait for a wild
sex with him in bed. Later, he had told me that it was his wild adolescence fantasy. If
he hadn't told me that it was a fantasy, I would have always believed it to be a reality.

After Raja returned home, he announced in the tea table that he would be going to Delhi
by the early morning flight next day. That was a very sudden development. Actually, his boss
was supposed to go for that meeting, but as his priorities got changed, Raja would be
substituting him. I had to spend the rest of the evening in getting his dresses and other
things organised. When we were in bed, he didn't forget to ask me about the massage.
I said it was very nice and at least, I had some relief from the pain. He asked me
if I had felt shy during the process. I gave a very naughty smile and said, "I was
shy to start with, but horny later on ". I could again sense that my erotic feelings were
running high. Should I tell the rest of the story now itself ? "Wow !That sounds great !",
he said after hearing my reply. "Don't think that only you can fantasize sex with your
maid-servant. Even, I can have that with Bachchu ...", I said. I was too horny to keep
my voice steady. "Darling, never mind - you do it. You may even do it in reality if that
helps in regaining your passion. Get yourself cured and let us get back our sex life."
I couldn't trust my ears. Is he still in his senses ? I embraced him closely and said,
"Darling, don't worry, we'll surely get it back." We couldn't talk for long as I wanted
him to take some rest before his flight. 

The office car came early in the morning to pick Raja up. He got into the car and waved
at me. For the next three days, only myself and Bachchu will stay in the house. (I forgot
to mention in the beginning that God hasn't blessed me with a child). As the car rolled past
Southern Avenue (a famous road in South Calcutta), I started thinking for the next massage.


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