Always God is there to Help

Ever since we took a new flat at Mumbai, I had an  eye on our top floor neighbor Mr Manoj. Before I go in to details I need to give some intro to the readers. I am Shylaja, 32, married for 6 years with no kids. My husband, Shivshankar is a senior officer in an MNC engaged in offshore oil field construction work. So, his duty was in sea, visiting barges, construction sites for inspection. Often when he visits he had to stay at offshore for a week or some times a fortnight. On return to shore he used to attend his office near Cuffe Parade. So, leaving before eight in the morning and return after nine at night was the normal working hours for him.

So with the above intro readers must have understood my plight. Alone at home since marriage, waiting for husband during day and weeks, staring at ceiling at nights. My efforts to convince him for a child failed. He was not ready for medical examination. I had gone alone for tests and doctors did not find any issue with me. So, the land was fertile, and issue was with seed. What could I do? Nothing. I did speak to him about adoption, about surrogate child but none worked. Day or night I had to satisfy with my long fingers. But the gut question was how long? And why? I had no answer. Should I live and die like this? Why can’t have the rights of a woman? There were many such questions but no answer. In the initial days of marriage everything was perfect. Good looking, qualified husband with good job. We roamed to all places hand in hand spent days and nights together. But always there was some shortcoming when it came to foreplay and sex. Shivashanker (Shivu) was much I should say ignorant about foreplay or is it that he didn’t like? He would just come on me with clothes on when he got erection and before I count twenty he would be off to wash room and withing minutes sleep. I was left high and dry just staring at the dark room windows. And he believed that I am unable to produce a child for him. This feeling started after an year of marriage. Just after few months our mating had reduced to just one a month and now days it was I should say nil except for an occasional few minutes when he would get a mild erection and would come in my hand even before I spread my legs.

God it is told does not create anything as permanent. Miseries also are temporary. God will certainly find some solution is what I was told and believed. I was just waiting for such a miracle.         And finally, such a miracle was about to happen which I had no idea at all. To spend time and to keep up health and spirit I had joined a gym. I was also regular in yoga since college days. So naturally I had maintained a good envious figure. In recent days due to more stay at home I had put on much more at top. My figure of 38D - 28 -37 was certainly the best anyone could have dreamt off. Thank God I was able to maintain. My thighs were long, slim and my waist sloped towards the intersection of my thighs made my sarees slip to around four to six inches below my navel.  So, when I was in crowd hundreds of eyes would stare me for a second glance. I was proud but Shivu never had time for me.

Once I was taking walk in evening in the large space in front of Hypercity mall in Godbunder road which was very near our house.  After half an hour of walk I had some purchases also to do. Suddenly I saw Nalini, my classmate from high school till we completed graduation in Bengaluru. It was great surprise for both of us. She walked to me and we hugged for a long time. She told that they had come to Thane after her husband left his old job at Ahmedabad. Now he was a major construction contractor who had big contracts in his fold. As both walked towards the mall, her husband, joined us. Nalini introduced him to me, this is Mr Manoj, my husband and this is Shylaja my school and college buddy. He extended his hand and we shook with pleasure. They went inside the mall urging me to visit them once and gave address. I too invited the couple to our house. They stayed at Nalasapora.

Strolling in the car parking and open area near decathlon on first floor, I was thinking of our college days. She had not at all changed. Her name was T B Nalini and all were making fun of her as TB patient. Because her physique was nothing better than a TB patient.  Very lean structure and her cheek had hollowed in and it was another point of joke for us. All friends used to say that Nalini must blow air in her mouth and protrude the cheeks if her husband wants to kiss. Needless to say, that she had breast only for name sake and her chest was completely flat. We were wondering how she will feed her kids if she gets some.

Even now she was same and here I had put on much more on my boobs than what I had in college through I maintained my waist and hips.  My thought process continued and pondered on Manoj. He looked like a military commander with broad shoulders, ripping biceps, wide face, tall and very fair complexion. His curly hair added to his handsomeness. I was wondering how this pair was matched by the God. I was thinking after returning home. Does God believe in contrast matching?

Next afternoon after lunch I was about to rest when the doorbell rang. Nalini had come. I welcomed her and she told that she already had lunch. We sat in our bedroom side by side on the cot and started remembering the good old days. She stayed till tea in the evening and returned urging me to visit her. But next day she herself came to our house. I was happy that I got some company to spend time. Within a week I had visited her house couple of times, and we had become as nearer as we were in college. So naturally we shared our happiness and grieves.  While I had my loneliness to share, she had a different story. She married her relative and the marriage was due to family pressure. Manoj had never liked her but had pulled on these years in silence. Chemistry had brought them few times to bed but nothing great. She said that Manoj is a Boob crazy person who liked big boobs and always was on internet viewing such pictures, movies. As Nalini had almost no breast he had no liking to her. She was missing his intimacy but nevertheless they did mate once in a month or two whenever Manoj was on high and had little drinks. That made me realize why Manoj was staring at my top when we met the first day. I smiled to myself reason, not known. I even now felt his deep eyes ogling at my boobs and shivered once.

Few days later Nalini invited me to dinner as Shivu had been to Dubai for three days and I was alone. She told that she would send Manoj to pick me up. I did not know how to react and for no reason felt excited.  I took a hot bath in evening after coffee and checked myself in mirror. I felt proud of myself. Put on lot of body perfume, a nd decided to wear a beige color net saree with a contract prince cut backless, sleeveless blouse. My spot fee toned back was too good looking. The deep neck exposed lot of my boobs. I did not know why I did that provocative dress. Light lipstick, eyeshadow and a simple hair style completed my makeup. Time was seven and after few minutes the bell rang. I opened the door and invited him to be seated. He told why we cannot go over to his house immediately and sit there. I took pretext of freshening up myself and would need few minutes. Manoj came inside and sat on the recliner.

I went to kitchen and brought water on a tray. While giving the juice I bent forward and dropped my pallu to give ample view of my huge breasts. I stood in same position till he finished drinking water. I could see him visibly uneasy and even spilled some water on his pant. I apologized and gave him a towel. I certainly did not drop my pallu intentionally but not correcting it in time was intentional.  In few minutes we left. He had come on his bike. Nalasapora was in western line and had to travel on Godbunder road and when meet highway again half an hour on Mumbai Ahmedabad highway. Total travel time would be more than forty-five minutes during traffic. I sat on his back but was scared that the saree may slip and I may fall. Somehow, I managed to control by holding the seat strap. His nearness was making me very nervous. What at all he must have thought about me when he saw my moons. We reached his house in time and after preliminary talks Nalini arranged for dinner. I helped her in arrangement. Manoj showed me the wash room and wash basin. He stood near wash basin with a towel in hand as I washed my hands. During washing of hands again my pallu dropped and rested on my left arm. I looked at him and he smiled with a wink and I smiled back with a bigger wink. Yes something was happening without our knowledge.

On the dining table he had kept a wine bottle. Nalini told that she wont take wine as she has sugar problem. So Manoj prepared two and I cheered for our new found friendship.  Even during dinner, whenever I served dishes for myself my pallu used to drop and I did retain it for more time than needed giving him ample view. I could see appreciation in his eyes. By the time we finished dinner we had three fills of wine.  Dinner was stupendous. I openly appreciated Nalini. When I was washing my hand Manoj told ‘yes you are right Nalini is good in cooking, but only in cooking and not in other arts”  This had some hidden meaning which I could guess. As Nalini was busy in kitchen in keeping the dishes in sink, we stood in he balcony for a while. The wind was cool. I continued to tell that I can also cook good and I am good in other arts also. He said that he can guess that I am good in all. Suddenly he held my hand and told that he was very glad that I accepted their invitation for dinner. He continued to tell about his job, his flat, his hometown etc still holding my hand. His grip was tight and warm. I felt good in the cold breezy weather. He left my hand only when Nalini entered with some sweet dish. I took my hand near my mouth and blew air saying that my hand was somehow burning. Nalini asked me to wash in water and I added that certainly I need to wash as it felt very hot. Manoj was smiling.

After sweet I wanted to leave. The time was already ten. Nalini asked me to stay back as it was late. But I refused as many time Shivu calls me at night through landline. Also next morning I wanted to talk to my parents as I had heard my dad was sick. Finally Nalini asked Manoj to drop me at home. We left after some time. It was late at night, no one on highway and wind was cool. Without asking I slid nearer to him and circled my hand around his waist. I told that I was feeling scared as he was driving fast at night. Gradually I tightened my hug, putting my left hand on his shoulder. The warmth of his body was very exciting. Cold air was entering my breast area through the backless blouse. I pressed my boobs against his back and further tightened my hands around him. Few occasion my right hand was slipping down and touching his thighs.

Few minutes before we reached our apartment at Ovala, it started raining. We were drenched when we finally reached. The rain was heavy. I opened the door and asked him to be in. I gave him a towel and I also changed my wet clothes. I had given him a bath robe and a pyjama of Shivu. I just put on a sleeveless halter neck top not bothering about bra, as at nights I never wore bras. I was wearing a micro mini short. When Manoj came out of bathroom he was still wrapped in bathrobe. He told that the pyjama was tight. Yes, Manoj had a big body.  It was still raining. Just then Nalini telephoned to say that due to heavy rain the highway is flooded and there is heavy traffic jam of trucks. She asked Manoj to stay back and return in the morning. Manoj smiled. I silently prepared two scotch and brought with fried cashew nuts. We sat side by side sipping the drink. It felt very good as we were drenched, the air was cool. He came nearer and pulled me to him. I yielded easily meeting his lips.  In between kisses we enjoyed the drink.

I removed my name sake top and pushed his head down on to my breasts. He was so fond of big boobs was now evident. He caressed, suckled both breasts, nipples for an unending time. I was getting hot and wet. My hand was stroking his strong penis.  Pushing him, I sat on the carpet and widened his thighs. I started to lick the pink head and soon big drop of diamond precum appeared. I continued till the diamond started to slowly flow down. Unable to wait, I licked the stream of precum and took his entire length in my mouth as my hands shifted to his huge testicles to fondle. Manoj was now moaning loudly seeking more and more of my tongue magic.  He lifted me in one hand and carried to the bedroom.

He put me mon the bed and we indulged in millions of deep tongue kisses. I guided him to my nipples which he thirstily suckled like a hungry cat. Widening my legs I pushed his head further down and he dug his face in. I raised my legs and placed over his shoulder on his back and pulled him inside. His tongue was probably if that of a giraffe or an ant eater. Never I could even fantasize such an experience. It was heaven, unbearable and sexciting. I moaned and uttered meaningless sounds as Manoj lifted my hips and placed a pillow underneath. That provided further easy access to my inner vulva which he licked and ate. It was never ending, and I did not want it to end. I was now flowing all my juiced on to his face which trickled down on to the sheets. I surrendered completely to this magician. My body was feeling light and floating in space. I wished he enter me. But he had no courtesy on this hungry cat/ He slowly shifted his tongue from my pussy to my mouth and started licking my tongue. He stopped my shaking thighs with his hand and inserted his one, two and third finger inside and started rubbing my vulva with two fingers inside and one on top of my Clitoris. This action continued unabated and I start ed urging, crying, and pleading him to enter me.

Manoj slowly raised and entered me. Due to the river which was flowing out of my pussy he entered without any problem I hug him with my arms and legs. His penis was now like a wooden log driven into my valley. I was not in this world at all, in deep sea, in space whatever you call. Each and every stroke was taking me a step upwards to heaven. I had no strength left anymore. I was completely controlled by Manoj or say his strong, hard, long penis which was thrusting in and out of my wet cunt as if there is no tomorrow. After long time in a swift move he changed position without detaching and pulled me upon him. Now I could feel his tool hundred percent inside my which got confirmed during my descend on him as his testicles were touching my butterflies.  I was losing strength to move. Realizing this again Manoj made me sleep side by side and entered from back.  The copulation was complete. Holding my breast, he pulled me towards him. My back rubbed against his chest and his tongue played with the nape. I could touch his penis and the huge testicles. I don’t know how long the action went on and on. Again, he was on my top pushing slowly in and out of my flooded pussy. When we climaxed together it was past midnight. He flooded me with his extremely hot, thick cream.

We were exhausted. Intoxicated with wine at Nalini’s house, dinner, scotch at my house and the most satisfying hours long sex. I rested my head on his wide chest and he hugged me. I slept holding his semi hard toy in my hand. I do not know how and when I got sleep. Early morning chilly wind woke me at seven. Manoj was still sleeping. I kissed his forehead and he pulled my mouth on to his and we had a century of good morning kisses. The toy in my hand was already rock hard.  An hour or so of intense sex brought to this world. We freshened up and took bath together. I prepared toast and coffee. It was still raining. I was wearing a two-piece nightie and Manoj was in the same bath robe. Nalini called on my land line to inform that on western express highway it was still flooded and the approach to Nalasapora was cut off. She told that she is safe and not to worry and Manoj should return only when rain stops completely, and highway jam is cleared.

That took us back to bedroom. Lunch and back to bed, evening coffee and back to bed, night dinner and whole night was sleepless.  Next day till afternoon weather was same. So as per previous day, we welcomed the morning with an hour long sex and he left after lunch and another round of intense mating.

From that day this became a routine. He used to come in the lunch hours or in evening on alternate days. Once he had to go to Mahabalipuram and I accompanied him for two days three nights.

This is our eleventh year of friendship. Now I am mother of a eight year Son and four year old daughter.  My son is a replica of Manoj and daughter is a xerox copy of myself. Shivu probably knows but has neve questioned me. His grate ness or weakness. I also never broached the subject. I feel Nalini also may be aware of our relation, but she has kept quiet. She knows her weakness and I know my strength. I am thankful and faithful to the Almighty who answered me and blessed with all happiness in world.