Samarth & Parul Chronicles Ch. 01

Once read somewhere that the voyeuristic tendencies tend to develop if you watch too much explicit and sexual content in your life.

Perhaps that would explain why I always fantasized about seeing my wife or girlfriend with another guy. Not be cuckolded, as my ego wouldn't have that, but give her the freedom to do as she pleases, while I take a backseat and watch her performance.

"Hotwifing dear, that's what they call it." My voice shaky, as I couldn't think about how she would react as she comes to know of this weirdness.

"Hmm" she replied. Surely she is going to think I'm a weirdo. Let me introduce both of us first.

I'm Samarth, 27 and grinding myself through the corporate world. She is Parul, 25 and in the same industry as mine, just a different company.

We both were in the same batch in college, and although she didn't even look twice at me initially, I couldn't take my eyes off of her smile. Those flashy-pearl white perfect teeth. Enclosed by her sweet soft lips giving her such a lively smile. Those eyes and smile made many guys to become her special friend, as is the case even now. It also helped that she had a very jovial, fun and loving nature. You could just feel at ease whenever you're around her. And I was the exact opposite. Moody, Silent and keeping to myself. Only few people on this good earth know what a hoot I can be once I get going. Lucky me, that Parul is one of them.

She has a dusky skin tone, but that accentuated her beauty even more. Over the past 4 years of our relationship, she has also gained appropriate weight in the right areas, making her a curvy Savita Bhabhi type, without being a Bhabhi.

"Sammy", that's what she fondly called me by. "Yaar, how will you be able to see me do it with another guy, will it not hurt you seeing your love getting touched by someone else." This is a fine point, raised in countless sex stories all over the net. What makes this pain worthwhile?

"If I was that insecure, would you think I would have let you stay in touch with so many of your exes?". I was not the type who would put boundaries on his better half. That didn't mean I let her whore herself out to the world, but I had learnt from a very true fact of life is this. Our wives, girlfriends, mistresses etc. are all like sand-grains. The more you try to tighten your grip around them, the more they escape. And at last you would be left with an empty hand.

"But I can't even imagine you with someone else. I've told you this from the start. Once I let you in my life, I'm all you're ever gonna get. If you even think that by telling me this fantasy of yours, I'll also give you permission to do hanky panky with others then you're gravely mistaken."

I never entertained the thought of other girls. Although I did occasionally did get those friendly second, third looks from girls, I never acted on them. Not only was Parul my love, but also a very good friend. There was nothing I could have wanted more from my partner.

After giving her my assurance that no such duplicitous thought has come to my mind, I asked her, "To kya socha phir? "

"Let me think about it."

It's on now. I thought to myself.

Parul had been with a couple of guys before me. Nothing physical other than hand holding in public areas, but before we started our relation, she had come clean on everyone of her exes. Most of them were just friends, the facebook ones were she could keep the safety of distance and the thrill of chatting up the other gender.

I had my suspicion that she must have gotten physical with atleast someone, but couldn't muster the courage to tell me. But that is all in the past, even if she has then it shouldn't define our future together. And moreover, I had been with different girls in the past as well. And I also told her everything and she accepted it all with an open mind.

The first few months I was restricted to only hugging her and touching her face and arms, but slowly the fire started building up in both of us. We used to sit in park benches after class. She nuzzle into my neck and cheeks, gave soft peck on them. It used to arouse me so much but all I could do at that time was hug her tightly. But she started noticing the bulge in my pants. She knew that the touch of her smooth, dusky skin caused all sorts of tingle sensation in me. I keep telling her that her dusky tone and her smile give her a "DESI GIRL" vibe. Sort of Zoe Saldana mixed with Deepika Padukone. But better than both. Then one day we decided to go for a movie together. I had decided that day that I would explore her, come what may. I booked the wall corner ticket, and we went for the morning show. It was the go to show for college couples who needed the safety and privacy. More often these days, public parks were becoming hotspots for anti-social elements.

The movie started and about 20 mins. Into it, she pulled my arms and pulled me closer against her. I leaned in and kissed her soft cheeks. She looked into my eyes and asked "Promise you won't leave me." I said the only thing I could. "Never." Not because I wanted to get into her pants. Which I did. But because it was true. She is a beautiful, kind and gentle soul and I could only thank my stars that she chose me as her partner. She gave a small peck on my lips.

I parted my lips but she pulled her head back into a NO. Was it my smell? I asked her. She just said she had never French Kissed anyone. Then I asked her to let me be the lucky one.

I leaned into her one more time and put my lips on hers. She parted her lips and I rolled my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues met each other and there it was, the first time I tasted my lovely Parul. Her saliva was running into mine, our tongues rolling back and forth. She put her hand on the back of my head pulled me into her. I started sucking her lower lips as she kept playing with my tongue. We did this for another 5 mins. And now the bulge in my pants had turned into a full on hard-on. My hands went to her waist and I undid the cardigan buttons of her. She tilted her head into a NO but I just kept looking at her, pulling her soft lips with mine gently. I pulled her shirt first, then her inner vest till I reached her soft tummy. It was so soft that I kept running my hands over on it, caressing her belly button. She jerked a little and shivered. I guess that was her first orgasm with me. My hands kept going north of her stomach until I felt a soft fabric which I undoubtedly knew what it was.

She held my hand in a firm grip and that was the first time I also realized she not just some "ABLA NAARI", this girl has strength in her. She firmly said NO.

I looked into her eyes and said "We've been together for little more than 2 months, you've trusted me enough to let me taste you. You keep brushing your tight body against mine in the parks and I still control myself. Let me do this. I've waited to taste these for very long."

Maybe it was my words that flattered her, maybe it was the situation we were in, but her grip loosened on my wrist. But she still didn't let go. My fingers made their way to the outer curves of her bra, and with my other hand I pulled up her shirt to her upper chest to reveal what lay underneath. I looked around, there was no one in our row, or two rows behind us. There was a couple in front of our row, but they busy smooching each other to mind us any attention.

I focused on her. Parul was uncomfortable now. Look on her face was clear that I was the first guy to see her like this. She was wearing a white bra that had black borders all around. But what they held within them was two medium pear shaped breasts. I pulled down one cup and it revealed to me a dark, choclate areola and a nipple begging to get sucked on. I looked at her face and she was not looking me. In fact, she had turned her face sideways. I knew she was not enjoying this. I brought my face closer to those beautiful pears. She smelled so wonderful. It fired all the nerves in my brains. I opened my mouth and put the little nipple in it. I kept sucking on it while my other hand went inside the other cup and started feeling the weight of them. They felt so soft and tender. I put the entire areola in my mouth, looking into her eyes. She just looked into my eyes once, turned her face and said "I guess this is enough." I decided to stop and not push my luck any further. I just gave a soft peck on both cleavage, pulled her shirt down. Buttoned up her cardigan again and sat beside her.

She sat still for the rest of the movie, occasionally looking over into her phone screen. She neither spoke nor asked anything. At interval I asked her if she would've liked something to eat and she just shaked her head into a NO.

Maybe I had crossed my limits. Maybe I have pushed my luck too much today. Maybe she will rethink about being with me. All sorts of thought came to me.