My name is Shenaaz, I am 38-year-old muslim woman married to a hindu man and I am from Bangalore. My marriage dates 19 years ago to Nundoo, out of which, I have one son studying with the help of my brother in U. K. I was from a village and my parents believed that the girls should be married once they finished school.

After the wedding I moved to Bangalore to stay with Nundoo and his family,. Nundoo is now 42-year-old, his father 62 and mother 58-year and Vishal, his nephew 23-year-old. Vishal is orphan of both parents, his parents (Nundoo’s brother) died in a bus accident while going on a pilgrimage tour, he was then 19 year old.

From my wedding, it seemed to me that Nundoo was more interested in what my father was willing to give dowry than I was. He got 1 lakhs (which was a lot of money at that time) and 10 acres of good farming land in our village. Nundoo was then a fresh university graduate with lots of ambition, so he sold the land and used most of the dowry to set a Music centre and is now a well-known figure in Bangalore.

The business grew and now we have 6 outlets and, because of that, he often travels overseas to buy his equipment and CDs. Sex life with him was no complaint but very occasional as he always stayed late in his shops to supervise his recording etc. When he was fit he could fuck me and make me 3/4 times in one night. With time he was more interested in his business and our son than me. I turned into to be only furniture in the house. I was completely neglected though I strongly believe that I was the key to his success today. Though he likes to say proudly that “his” business is a total success. (forgetting whose money he used to start up with).

Life in his house was hell as well, his mother was a real pest though his father seemed to be quite comprehensible, but he has always been scared to show any compassion to me (though he is retired army officer!). When Vishal move in with after the accident, we soon became good friends, I was then 33 year old and him only 19, we got along very well hated as he also hated his Ajee (Grandma).

As that time he was finishing school, I was his best friend. Anyway, at that time, I was only seeing as a boy and him seeing as a friend. We used to spend ours chatting and he would often even sleep with me.

It all started one night, Nundoo phone to say that he was extending his stay for another 3 days. I was furious, I had just finished my periods and it had been nearly 2 months that he did not touch me, I was boiling down there but nothing could help me I was frustrated.

At about 9 p. m., Vishal reached home, he was slightly drunk as he had been out with his friends, the in-laws were still watching tv, he went to his room and changed in his lungi after a wash.

I was sitting on the balcony reading Femina, he came to my room with flask of whisky hidden in newspaper, as he saw me he sensed that there was something wrong, and asked me what was the matter. I could not reply to him though we were close.

I told him that I had a headache and that’s it. He poured 2 drinks as every now and then we could have a couple of liquor quiet in the room without the in-laws knowing. As I was so furious, I nearly gulped that first drink at one shot. Vishal was leaning against the handrailing of the balcony facing me.

This was the first time I saw him as a man; he looked very similar to Nundoo but had broader shoulders and was of slightly bigger built. I started seducing him then, I asked him if he would not mind doing me a head & shoulder massage after I had my shower. I left my glass on the floor and asked him to pour me another one while I have a quick shower.

I peeped outside, hearing no TV sound I knew that the in-laws were already in bed. I Had my shower and came out wearing a nightie that I knew was too large for me, I came to the balcony.

I could see that Vishal was surprised to see in this outfit (as I always slept in petticoat and blouse) I sat down on my rocking chair and had my drink as quickly I had the first one. I asked Vishal to carry his massage as I knew he was good at it, he took a stool and sat behind me, closing my eyes awaiting his male hand on my body I realised that I was already semi-drunk.

As he put his hand, of my shoulder, I realised that his hands were trembling, meaning he too, was aroused somehow. I open my eyes to see myself and realised that the one strap had gone off my shoulder and more than half of size 34-C breast left was exposed.

His massage was magic, while having the massage we carried having the liquor, I was even more drunk than earlier. I suggested him to massage my back and he asked to change seats. I was on the stool and he took my on the chair. I was now facing the street, he was behind he again, I realised that all that Ali, Vishal friend who was our direct neighbour was also on his balcony and had witnessed all our scene. .

This turned me on enormously. I was enjoying to show off my body and being watching watched. Ali was Vishal’s school friend and he was used to coming to our house at any time. I took courage and pulled both straps of nightie to bare my back completely, Vishal’s hands pulled back for a minute, he was shocked. He then started his massageing. From where Ali was, he could see my full nakedness. Eventually, I told Vishal that was enough, Vishal finished his drink and I was back in the chair again.

Few minutes later, I pretended to sleep, if Nundoo came back seeing sleeping on my chair, he would go to bed without with me, he would not even bothering to wake me up. I wanted to know what would Vishal do. Half an hour later, still waiting patiently with closed eyes, Vishal came up to me and pulled me out of my chair and carried to bed.

What a romantic and caring attitude, I thought to myself. As lay on bed, my clothes were in disarray, the one strap was completely off my shoulder and my hem of the nightie was up to above my knee. But Vishal did not make any move to rearrange anything, he put the main light off, and came to bed next to me (By the way him sleeping with me was never found indecent even Nundoo was aware of that).

I was confused; I asked myself questions like whether I was now too old?, whether I was not sexy anymore?, whether I did not turn man on anymore?. Then I thought, may be that’s why Nundoo did not want me any more. All kinds of thoughts was coming to my mind, I was tossing and turning in bed, always thinking that my sex life was over. I told myself Vishal nearly had me naked but did not make any further move to fuck me. I should be ugly now, I thought.

All that time Vishal was under the impression that I was sleeping and that I was having a bad dream. He pushed me to wake me up. I pretended to be in full sleep and did not answer him. But all the time, I was secretly watching him with a half open eye. He eventuality pulled me towards him and rested my headed on his arm and I mumbled to him “Nundoo” ( to make sure that he thought I was really sleeping/ drunk). He kept quite, I turned towards him and pulled myself over his bare chest and which I laid my face.

Both of my breasts were complete out of my dress and were pressing against his broad chest. We were both quiet, my face was next to him, I was feeling his heavy breathing all the way on my neck and nape. Then I felt Vishal right on my left arm, slowly caressing me, as if he was a sleeping a baby. Eventually, I felt his hand on my large white breast (I wear 38 C size bras, I am of fair complexion and have large brown aureoles and my nipples are my weakness) as ho touched my left nipple it went hard.

It was too much for him, he open his lungi with the other hand and started stroking his penis which was soft in the beginning. Soon it was as hard as a steel rod. All the time I had been watching him, it was too much for me, I was now horribly wet. I was proud that this young man was masturbating after seeing me.

It reassured me about myself. Still pretending to be sleeping, I mumbled to him “Nundoo, chodo na mujhe. . ” (Nundoo, please fuck me) and pulled up my nightie, he must have been shocked. There was no movement for a few minutes, I was still in the same posture legs spread and my vagina was wet and waiting for “Nundoo”. (still pretending that I was under the impression that I was with my husband).

He did nothing. I was again confused and all my earlier thoughts were coming back to my mind. Again my age, my sexiness. Then Vishal raised from the bed and came on top of me, holding his erect tool in his hand, he stared at me for a while. He seemed to be confused too.

He then started stroking his cock against my clit. I realised that he was checking if I was really sleeping or not. He then pushed his penis slowly inside me. Once fully in, he waited (my dear readers at that moment of time nobody can know how happy I was being wanted and fucked by someone else besides my uncaring husband-I was really proud of myself). He started going to and fro inside my love tunnel, he was much bigger than my husband.

Vishal soon became too violent; he was churning me down there. His thrust were deeper and his cock thicker. I opened my eyes told him “jara dhirey dhirey” (Please slow down). He did not slow down. But he stopped, he was scared. He apologetically said to me “chachi. . mujhe. . maaf karne. . hum se gultee ho gaya. . . ” (chachi. . Please forgive me. it’s my mistake). I put a finger over his lips to stop him talking and my hand searched for his cock and pushed it in me.

All that time I watched him eyes in eyes. And we said no word. He started pumping again this more passionately, kissing me deeply, in my mouth biting my lips and fondling my breasts vigorously. We finished half an hour later, we were both completely drenched with sweat then I lay back in his arms and till the morning we did not mutter a word.

At five a. m., he turned to me kiss me on intensely lips and quietly went to his room. As I lay alone in bed, I thought to myself of these years was a waste without a cock with a husband and promised myself to stop wasting the rest of my life.

The next day, Vishal from to work VERY early and he spent the whole afternoon flirting with me, teasing me till eventually he took me to bed and fucked me 5 times till 4 am in the morning. The next day Nundoo arrived. As usual, as soon as he left the suitcase at home he headed to his office and was home back late. He came back and had dinner and came to me in bed, from the way he was behaving, I knew he wanted sex. I could not say no, after a few minutes he was fucking me in his usual brutal manner.

He did not believe in foreplay, he would not even ask or feel me before shoving his OLD cock in me. All the time he was on top me, I was comparing him with Vishal. He was lesser by all means, his shoulders seemed too small, the way he kissed was now not the same.

He was just fucking and I was not enjoying it at all. I kept on wishing that Vishal would be the one on top. He was over in 5 mins. ( as usual- he could never make last since the last few years ). He turned to his side and soon he was snoring. I had not come, and I could do was to toss in bed in anger.

At 1 am, I could not hold it anymore. I wanted revenge he could not give what I wanted, I decided to get from his nephew. So, I went to V’s room and asked him to join in the bathroom (as our rooms was next to each other, I usually make noise if I am enjoying sex).

I went in first and I hiked my petticoat up to my waist. I leaned on the wash hand basin as he entered, he smiled at my posture. He was soon penetrating me roughly. It was marvellous him taking in such an unusual place and time. It was also a sexy scene for both of us doing that facing the mirror. After a good 25 mins, he came in me. I tip toed back to bed next to Nundoo.

The few months that followed, we became very close, sharing our feelings and confiding our wildest fantasies. Vishal told me that he had fucked many women in his life before and he was told that mature married women were the best fuck and he never believed it until now. I was really proud when I heard that from him. He seemed to be happy to have me when he wanted, and it was the same for me too.

During this conversation, he was trying to convince me that I was keeping myself like an “old auntie”. According to him, as long someone is still young at heart, she should dress and behave like young people.

He advised me to change my style of dressing and have a nice haircut that would definitely change me. I initially did not want to listen to him as I thought that I was the mother of a growing and a housewife to a businessman. Why should be worried about my looks?

In any case, I rarely went out except for the occasional poojas and weddings, Nundoo never had time to take me out, if he find time free, he would prefer to his parents to his sister in Bombay than spend the to spend this time with me. Furthermore, he had never complimented the way I dressed. For him a wife was a woman with hole to be used in bed and a caretaker to look after the house that’s it, nothing more.

After serious thought, I gave in to Vishal advice, He took me to one of his hairdresser friend and I had a nice short haircut. I went shopping bought myself some western outfits (I used to wear dresses / blouse in summer especially when the in-laws were in Bombay) and some new cholies.

The last shopping was for underwear, I loved them but lost interest since Nundoo did not even fuck me with light on. I bought myself some nice lacy bras and panties. I came back home with 4 full packets (you should have seen my mother-in-laws face seeing me walk in with these).

That evening, when Vishal was back, he was happy seeing all these, and asked me to try one by one and you should guess how the evening finished. Vishal told me that he found that his Ajja (Grandpa)always discreetly looked at me with intent and he suggested that we try something as a game.

I waited for Wednesday, knowing that my mother in law would be going for her weekly Doctors visit to play the game. The driver took her in the morning, the Dhabi ( Laundry man) had already picked up the clothes for washing, I knew at least for 3 hours there would be nobody but my father-in-law and myself at home. I opened my wardrobe and chose a deep plunging neckline top, I went to the lounge where he was reading the morning paper.

I requested his help to move a cabinet to take an earring that had fallen beneath. He unwillingly agreed to help and followed me. The cabinet was a low heavy wooden one. To move it, we had to bend down, as I did so, as he was opposite of me, he was have a few view of my ripe whitish breasts, I had intentionally worn a demi-cup which could hardly contain my large breast.

Few minutes later, I found what I was looking for. I decided to prolong his pleasure and suggest him to bring a broom as I was going to a wet cloth to clean the dusty floor. To my amusement, he willingly rushed to the store and came back with it and even swept the floor for me. I went on my knees and swept the floor with the cloth. from where he was standing he could see my tits hanging almost freely again.

Once, the cabinet was in place, I started complaining of a sudden back ache. The old man who have never ever cared for me told that he could apply some ointment that could relieve me of the pain. And said “aap mainenge tab. . . . ” (if you agree). I told him that’it’s not not a problem as after all he was my “father-in-law”. I went to my room and he walked with a bottle with his hand, I lay on my tummy and pulled up my top up to my neck.

He started his application but his shivering were betray him. His hands went every wear on my back, under the straps of my bras working on every inch of my back. As he was finishing, I complimented him for his massage and asked he could do my neck as well as I often felt pain there. He wasted no time to start the massage (without answering). Without hinting him I turned over, I was now facing him, much to my amusement, he was sweating, his bald forehead were damp and had a bulge in my trousers.

Now in this new position, he had a full view on my big breast, my bras were were definitely too small for my tits and the brown aureoles surrounding my nipples were half out for his full enjoyment. I was enjoying this too, but not at all sexually. He finished. He told me each I needed a massage I should tell him he would happy to do it as in any case it was his duty to look after my “well being” (what a joke). I agreed to have a massage once a week while his wife would be away so as not arouse any “suspicion”.

After lunch, when he retired to his room, I peeped through glass light over his door, there was the old bastard masturbating himself. I made full use of this situation and I saw him changed. To my greatest delight, over an issue between his wife and me, he walked in, slapped his wife and asked her to apologise to me.

From that day even my mother-in-law started to fair to me. I continue to let him massage me until now but it has never gone any further than fondling my breast. I don’t abuse of the situation but I am happy to eventually having been able to change their attitude, all that was thanks to Vishal.

Vishal and I talked a lot, he admitted that his friends were aware of what’s happening between and me (I usually gave him huge love bites) and confessed that that all of them showed much interest in me. This made feel very proud about myself being (being at my age wanted by young men).

He told me that one of them, Ali, was the one who the most interested and always asked him questions about me and he has openly admitted to have secretly fantasising about fucking me, all alone or together with Vishal.