This is my second piece of work to Literotica (I am writing this in parallel to my first piece "Watching My Loving Parents"). This new story is a fantasy based on certain real-life incidents. Again, I have used English throughout, although some of the spoken language was local (Tamil and/or Malay). I have used Tamil words sporadically. I have divided the story into 3 Chapters to make it more manageable. I hope you enjoy it and I will post Chapters 2 and 3 soon – still writing them.
God, I felt good after that shower. I stood naked in the room wiping myself dry, looking at my reflection in the mirror. It was around 9:30 pm and I was planning to get an early sleep. As I bent down to dry my toes I noticed shadow movements from under the room door and I sensed someone's presence just outside the door. I looked to the keyhole and sure enough, the light coming through from the outside was suddenly cut off – somebody or something had blocked it. Didn't take long for me to realise it - she was peeping on me.
I was sure it was her and my cock twitched at the thought. Feeling excited, I slowly pulled back my foreskin to expose my cock head and turned around to face the door, wanting to show her my semi-hard cock. My first thought was to give her some of her own medicine – to stroke it slowly and put on a show for her but decided otherwise. I pulled on my underwear and a sarong and combed my hair, before heading towards the door. The eye at the keyhole quickly disappeared – Jothi was gone.
Hi, my name is Arun. I am 41 and work as a senior partner with a large accounting firm in Kuala Lumpur. I had been married for 8 years to a wonderful woman called Priya. Like me she's 41 and we have two beautiful children – a girl of 7 and a boy of 5.
My wife and I enjoyed a very active and healthy sex life – we made love during the week, but usually saved the best for the weekends, when we enjoyed long hours of unrushed, mind-blowing sex. Priya was a virgin when she met me, but took to sex like a duck taking to water and mastered the art of pleasing a man. When we were still dating and in the early years of our marriage, we studied many sexual manuals together, trying out new techniques of making love. We also used to watch blue movies together at home. We loved each other very much and Priya satisfied me to the fullest.
Having spent many years abroad, I was quite liberal about sex in general, but was rather choosy about women. I loved women as friends and had many of them as nothing more than just good friends. But when it came to making love, I needed to be mentally and physically attracted to them. I always had a profound admiration of the female body – not just boobs and ass, but facial features, the hair, lips, legs and so on. Even after my marriage, the admiration of the female body continued but it stopped there, at the admiration level. I had never strayed from Priya.
Jothi was the young wife of my brother-in law, Raja, Priya's elder brother. Jothi was only 35 while Raja was 44 and they lived in Prai. They had, like us, 2 kids – a boy of 11 and a girl of 7. They had been married for 12 years now – it was an arranged marriage and they made a lovely, happy couple. My mother-in-law stayed with them – she was around 70 at that time and quite sickly.
Raja was a lorry driver – he drove a trailer and did the long-distance routes. Normally he left on a Sunday evening and returned either on the following Friday night or the Saturday morning. Sometimes he would not be home for 2 weeks or more. He had dropped out of school early and did many odd jobs before getting his licence. Jothi was a full-time housewife and a very good one at that.
We usually drove up to Prai once or twice a year and spent some days with them. I got along very well with Raja and Jothi, as well as everyone else in Priya's family. Jothi addressed me as Annan (elder brother) and Priya as Anni (sister-in-law). She was well-mannered and always polite and nice to us whenever we visited and stayed with them.
I didn't actually take much notice of Jothi when I had first got married and was welcomed into Priya's family in Prai. I treated her as a younger sister and had no other thoughts of her. She was rather short, about 5 feet 6 only, fair-skinned and pretty. The one character of her which I instantly noted and liked however was her jovial nature - her youthfulness sometimes bordered on cheekiness. She was quite chatty – spoke Malay, Tamil and English well.
Some months after our marriage, we celebrated our first Deepavali in Prai with Priya's family, as was the custom. We had all gone to temple for prayers. Upon returning home, I asked Priya to get me some cold water to drink. As she had already gone to the room to change, she in turn asked Jothi to get it for me. Jothi obliged and came with a glass of cold water to the hall to hand it to me and as she bent down, her sari dropped off her shoulder and her seemingly large boobs, packed tightly in her sari blouse, came into my direct view. She caught my eyes staring at her bosom and her cleavage. She saw the look in my eyes and smiled, before pulling her sari back over her. I didn't think much of that incident then but much later I realized that that was the start of her casual teasing of me – my eyes had triggered a desire in her.
I recall that first Deepavali quite well. At that time, they stayed in a wooden house. Priya and I used the kid's room which was next to the master bedroom. The little boy, 3 at that time, slept in my mother-in-law's room which was at the back of the house. It was about 11pm on Deepavali night and the house was dark. Everyone was asleep it seemed.
I was feeling rather horny and started to touch Priya, slowly caressing her breasts and pulling her nipples. She was rather conscious of being heard and kept very silent, though her nipples reacted to my attention. I unbuttoned her nightgown, moved my lips over her nipple and sucked on it – she had wonderful firm tits and she loved me sucking on her hard nipples. She held my head and pressed me to her, just moaning into my ear.
And then we heard it – the familiar sound of a woman's moan. At first, we thought it was Priya but it came from the next room – they were also making love.
Priya giggled softly and whispered "Seems like we are not the only horny ones" and then pushed me down to her magnificent pussy to lick her.
She was now as much in need of pleasure as I was. Priya had a truly beautiful, hairy pussy and I was addicted to it from the time I first tasted it, while we were still dating. She had a beautiful aroma, like a flower and tasted equally good. And when she exploded, she really dripped a lot of pussy juice. After our marriage, and much to our pleasure, we also discovered that she actually squirted when I licked and fingered her at the same time.
There were more whispers and noises now coming from the next room. I focussed on my Priya's pussy. She brushed her fingers through my hair and gently guided my mouth over her pussy. She slowly started thrusting her pussy upwards to my licking tongue. She spread her legs wider and used her fingers to spread her lips, guiding me to her clit. When my tongue touched it, she gasped "Mmmmmm....Athan....yesssss."
