This story I have written as explained by the woman character of my story. This is because I wanted show the heart felt sorrows of her life.
Hi, my name is Anjani, I originally hail from Gujarat. I have settled in Hyderabad after my marriage. I got married early at my age of 20. My husband is in automobile business along with his family members. Ours is a joint family. My marriage was a happier one as everybody would respect and care me well. But this didn’t continue for long. After few years I lost peace of mind. The reason was that I was unable to conceive.
We carried many tests and done many medications, but nothing resolved. Even at the age of 25 years I was unable to have a child. The family was blaming me for the same. My in laws are very orthodox and I was not allowed to go out without having any family member with me.
I have no way but to pray god for my help. My parents are very poor and stayed at Ahmedabad. They are so poor that they were unable to even visit me at such a long distance from Ahmedabad. My parents were also praying God to save me from this curse.
Many tests were conducted again and again. Doctors were changed. Once a gentleman doctor told me, when I was alone in his chamber, that there is nothing wrong with you, but your husband has low sperm counts and the sperms present are not active. So, there are least chances of becoming pregnant.
My in-laws kept telling me that I am sterile. But I knew the truth. My education and my parents’ poor conditions restrained me from confronting with them about this issue. I have overheard my in laws discussing to divorce me and send me to my parents on any pretext before sending divorce notice. I have tears in my eyes when they use to say me bad words, I didn’t have any alternate, but to sit before almighty God to pray to help me.
During this time, may be God heard my prayer or what. God sent Prakash to me. He was in forties. He is from Ahmedabad. He used to visit Hyderabad for his software business with Chandrababu Naidu Government (he was CM that time).
Many times my parents use to send things for me through him. As he was a towering personality and relations with state Government and personal relation with CM, my in-laws use to try to have good relations with Prakash uncle. Yes, I used to call him like that because he was elder to me. In fact he was very friendly with me. He told me that you can call me Prakash uncle when your in laws are around. Otherwise call me just Prakash and treat like a friend.
He was in a distant relation with my father. Due that relation my father is an uncle for him. When ever he uses to come to Hyderabad, my MIL use to tell him that, instead eating in hotels he should eat at our place.
He was staying in a three star hotel. Later he hired a flat in vicinity of our house. After few visits, Prakash uncle accessed everything. He informed my parents about my plight; they were too much worried but could not do anything. They talked to me on phone and cried but couldn’t do much.
I can understand that they were worried about if, I were driven out of the house. Since than my parents use to wait for Prakash’s visit fromHyderabad and hear about my well being. Whenever my parents call me Prakash used to be the centre of their chat.
Next time when Prakash uncle came to our home at noon, I was alone at home. My MIL has told me to treat Prakash uncle well in her absence. My MIL was whole and sole in the house. Her words were final. She was too eager to have good relations with Prakash uncle.
At noon, when we both were alone in the house, I asked him that why you told everything to my parents. He convinced me that it was utmost necessary, from social as well legal point of view. That day I was unable to control my feelings and I burst out in tears. He held me in him. Caressed me and pressed me to tell everything about my problem about not conceiving.
He was so convincing and he treated me so well that I told him everything. I also told him that I have heard them talking about divorcing me. For the first time in my married life, I got such a solace from some one from my relative. He was all the time caring and caressing me. I liked his embrace. When he kissed me, I melted in him. I didn’t find anything sexual in it.
He asked me, Anjani do you have faith in me? I said yes. He said, from today onwards you treat me as your best friend. I will find the best available solution for you. If you do as I say, only than you can save your marriage, otherwise this people may either bring unofficial wife for your husband, or may give you divorce.
I promised him to do what ever he tells. When I went to say him bye at the door, I embraced him voluntarily and sobbed once again. He caressed me again, and kissed me saying Anjani, forget all your worries, from today it’s my problem. I will solve it.
During his next visit, he somehow figured the discussion about this before my mother in law in presence of my husband. I was in the kitchen but my ears were with them. Prakash proposed to get both of us checked with a well known doctor of Hyderabad, who has international fame for such problems. My MIL agreed and said, if you are taking them with you, I don’t mind at all.
My husband knew that this doctor normally give appointments after two or three months. Prakash took us to there with just a call to the doctor. When we reached to the reception lounge, the receptionist stood up and welcomed everybody. She straightway led us to the doctor’s chamber.
After all the routine check up and looking to the reports doctor gave us fresh prescription. The doctor was very good and talked to us so nice. He told us to come after a month. Prakash ventured and said; sure I will bring them with me, so that again I will have privilege to have coffee with you. The doctor said, than why not come after fifteen days? Everybody laughed.
We took leave from the doctor. Out of doctor’s office, my husband asked me if I can go home alone by taxi. His office was very near from there. Prakash said, don’t worry Ramesh I will leave her home, he said that he is going to his apartment, which is very near to our house.
I and Prakash went to his apartment. I knew my MIL has gone to some distant place to attend a function and she was not going to be back before evening. I was coming to his apartment for the first time. Though he was staying alone it was three times in size than ours. He had an old man as a part time servant.
We settled in the living room. We were sitting on two sofas, on the corner of each sofa. During coffee I asked Prakash, do you feel that this medicine will work? Prakash looked away from my face. His voice suffocated, he cleaned his throat and meekly said. No, Anjani, I am sorry, but in your absence, doctor told me that you need some other person’s sperms to conceive. Prakash was feeling low and his eyes became wet. Seeing his feelings for me I was moved. Though I was also upset from inside, I controlled my self a little.
I put my palm on the palm of Prakash and said, Prakash you are so good to me. He looked at me smiling meekly. He again tried to get his composer and said, Anjani, now you have to think in this line only. The only way left for you is to conceive with the sperms of other person. Now it’s your choice, with whose sperm you want a child.
He made me understand how sperm banks work. He also told me the pros and cons of such things. He told me that it’s advisable to have sperms from some one known to us. Though that is also having few problems, but one must find a way out of it.
We discussed many things about it. He sighted examples of ancient Indian history and myths. Showing who was father of whom, officially and unofficially. The summing up of the discussion was that one should opt to have father from some one known and very confidential and reliable too.
Prakash asked if I wanted to chat with my parents. Because from here I can chat at length and promise them that things will be alright. I agreed and talked to my parents on phone. The phone lasted very long. They became very emotional on phone. I too became emotional. I controlled my emotions still last moment, but as soon as I disconnected, I burst in to tears and started sobbing.
Prakash came next to me, and tried to console me. He consoled me very nice. I was fully in him. I was sobbing. I didn’t find anything wrong in his kissing me while wiping my tears. I loved him solacing me. When I stopped crying and composed a little, I responded him with a nice kiss.
He took my face in his palms and caressed my face. He looked deep in my eyes, and said, Anjani I love you. I embraced him tight and hide my face in his wide chest. I felt my self in to a real man’s arms for the first time in my life. I liked to stay like that for a while. My breath became heavy.
My heart was trying to jump out; I didn’t know whether that was due to joy. But I was sure that this man told me these words from the bottom of his heart. He raised me from the sofa. We both were standing now. He started kissing my face again; I was looking deep into his eyes again. I felt that I am melting in him.
His palms started to travel on my curves. He put his lips on my lips. He just caressed my lips with his lips. We both have eyes wide open. I was looking at his feelings while kissing me. I have never felt such sensations with my husband. Not even at our honey moon. He was always in hurry.
My arms went around his chest. I pulled him towards me. I let my boobs get crushed in him. I smiled, he smiled. I widened my lips a little; he took my upper lip between his lips. I took his lower lip between my lips and both eagerly sucked each other’s lips. He leaves my upper lip and took both my lips between his lips and sucked, I pushed my tongue in his mouth.
He started sucking my tongue; we were both doing it like as if we both were hungry. I knew about my self. I was really hungry. For the first time in my life, I was giving all these beautiful treatment. My husband is so conservative that I can’t take any initiative while making love. For him it was a rare night ritual and that too, it was never a love making for him. It was a sex act for him. He wanted to satisfy him self, never cared about me.
Prakash kissed my neck. He kissed behind my ear; he took my ear lob in his mouth. He fondled my ear lob. He did bite it with his teeth lightly. That was a pleasure for me. I said oh. He kissed me at my cleavage. He tries to feel my boobs while kissing my cleavage. That was a nice view. His head on my boobs made me shiver. I held his head over there. He opens up my blouse. I helped him to remove my sari.
We proceeded towards bedroom. As we walked towards bed room another end of my sari was following us. We were walking in unison. Holding each other and kissing and smooching each other. He locked the bed room from inside. Soon I was without sari and blouse.
Prakash looked at me and said, Anjani you are a sex goddess. I knew he is not flattering me. I am fair, five feet three inches tall, well built though not puffy any where. My breasts are perfect round like a teenager. My husband never cared to treat them. Just occasional smooching them were enough for him.
Prakash pulled the string of my petticoat. It fell down. I came out of it, and stand erect with one palm on my waist and another on my bum on my back. He smiled looking at me. My pussy was clean shaven.
I did it anticipating to be checked by the doctor. I knew now onwards my doctor is Prakash. Prakash respectfully led me towards bed; I started removing his shirt and also try to open his pants. He helped to undo it. I pulled his jockey down. We both were in birthday suits. His thick big cock erect and pointing the ceiling. I embraced him tight and said, Prakash please make me pregnant. You are my choice.
I started kissing his manly chest. Caressed his chest, and said, Prakash you are confidential and reliable too. You are my best friend. You are the only care taker for me in Hyderabad. I kissed his neck. I caressed his back. We both lay in the bed. I was flat on my back.
He came over me. He caressed my face looked in my eyes. He said, Anjani I love you. I said, I know that Prakash. Saying so I caressed his head, caressed his face and pulled him near me. We were lip locked and started sucking each other. I wrapped my legs around him. His hard cock was pressed on my triangle. I was very happy to have such a big beautiful cock to serve my pussy. I was eager to have it in me.
His palm traveled on my curves. Some moments ago also he had assessed my curves, but this was all to gather a different feeling. This one is skin to skin contact. Every move of his palm was sending different sensation to my nervous system. His each caress use to send tingling to my sensations. I loved it.
His one palm was caressing my cheek, which I loved the most. Another palm started the tour from my neck to shoulder to my arm, to my waist and again back upward, I raised my arm and he caressed my armpit so lovingly. His face moved towards my armpit. He sniffed me there. I was shocked for a moment; I have never heard any man doing this. He looked at me and said, Anjani, you smell so good.
Immediately after saying this he went back there. He nuzzled me there and kissed my armpit. This was too much for me. Every atom of my cells started to respond to this sensation. My full body cells started to receive signals. He caressed my shoulder.
His face was now in front of me. He kissed my chin than below my chin. He kissed my front neck. He went lower. I knew I am going to melt when he will kiss my boobs. He went lower and lower, I raised my head to look, where is he kissing now. He was master of all the masters of this game.
He kissed just between two boobs. He started licking me there. Oh this man is too much. His tongue travel around the left boob, making it wet. Now his tongue started moving around right boob. My both boobs were dripping with saliva applied by him knowingly.
I was wondering what he is going to do after making them wet like this. He started caressing my boobs with his cheek. His face was moving from side to side on my boobs. This was just fantastic. I was caressing his hair and head continuously as approval to his love making.
Boobs lubricated with saliva and his cheeks, his nose, his eyes his chin everything caressing both my boobs including nipples made me cum. I was Cumming and Cumming and Cumming, but that was not my climax. Just my love juices were flowing like a stream from my pussy.
I never had such a thing in my entire life. I was moving my ass up and down to feel his cock around my pussy. He started kissing my nipples for a while and than kissed my boobs one after another. Than he started the tour again, he kissed my belly button. Kissed around my belly, kissed my naval kissed my lower naval.
He was around my pussy but leaves that and started caressing my thighs. He caressed my thighs one after another. He kissed the insides of thighs, back towards pussy again. My pussy is beautiful. My outer lips tightly closed, you can’t see inner folds till I widen my legs too much and widen outer lips with my fingers. He kissed around my outer lips. He started licking me there.
He kissed the corner from where my thighs starts, he kissed both the corners, just below my pussy. I was shivering expecting him tongue on my outer lips. And he licked them. He devours them so nice. He took my whole pussy in his mouth and sucked it full for a moment. The sensation was unbelievable. I was constantly watching his doings, by raising my head a little every time I expect new thing to happen.
He now started lapping my slit. I raised my legs and made them move in the air. I widened my pussy lips with fingers of both my palms. My beautiful labia open up for him.
I have very small labia. But they are so sensitive. As he licked there pressure started building in me. His tongue licked my clitoris, and I started convulsing. I climaxed. I stiffened. I locked his head in between my thighs and my legs around his head, my feet on his back.
He stopped doing anything except sucking my love juices. A continuous stream of thick love juices started flowing from my pussy. I felt all the cells of my body wanted to greet this moments by sending their contribution in the form of a fluid. And that fluid was rushing from whole of my body towards my pussy via my spine.
After a long time it was subsiding slowly. I gathered some composer and looked towards him. I can just see little of his head. I put my palm on his head and caressed. I loosened my self and removed my legs and widened them. He looked at me smiling.
I was happier than him; still he was smiling more than me. May be he was glad that I am happy. I said, Prakash that was awesome. You made me happy. My eyes were calling him upward. He came upon me. Again our bodies mingled. I took my arms around his neck; he let his one arm go between us. He caressed his cock, which was crushed between us till now; still it was hard and wanted to finish its crusade.
He aimed his cock and pushed a little, my pussy was willing to accept it. His cock head nestled in the folds of my woman hood. I started showering kisses on his face. Kissed his cheeks, kissed his eyes, kissed his forehead, kissed his neck, put my lips on his lips and sucking his lips. He soon responded by pushing his tongue in my mouth
Tongue moving in my mouth. Cock moving in my pussy. He pulled and pushed. Pulled and pushed. He repeated this several times. His thick cock was taking time to get adjusted in my virgin like neglected pussy.
This fat strong cock was making me feel proud today of my womanhood. I was sure to mother a beautiful boy just like Prakash. I calculated my fertility days. Yes I was in fertile periods.
I try to match his each strokes with my upward stoke. I felt like in heaven. He started moving faster and faster. He was making nice love to me all this time.
Looking lovingly at me and kissing my lips, some time kissing my forehead, some time kissing my cheek, some time kissing my neck, some time fondling my ear lobs.