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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Today is Vaisakhi. But, this Vaisakhi is very different from previous ones. This day I am a guest of Bibek at his residence. I love Bengal and their food. I am typing this on my laptop and my husband is having a business talk with Bibek. May be business ideas evolve out of this sort of meetings, rather than in stately buildings of Bangalore and Chennai.
There is a knock outside. I opened the door and had a peek downstairs. Janaki gave me two small shots of Clean Vodka and Smirnoff. My husband who is on a short visit from Germany has two large shots of Vodka. Ever since his migration to Europe , he gets drunk with Vodka. His Russian girlfriend says, the only way to keep him happy is a bottle of Vodka.
I’m a typical desi. A few years ago, I could not have imagined my husband sleeping with another woman. But, in Western Europe , it is not a grave sin of omission or commission. Life should go well and happiness must fly around.
I was under the impression that Bengalese eats all the fish exported from the fish fields of Andhra Pradesh. Bengalee’s dish is business for Telugu’s.
Blah blah blah. There is a sudden shout downstairs. I gulped down my vodka and went down. My husband began to narrate his adventures with the Russian girl. Oh boy she is a beauty. How did they meet? It seems, they went to Moscow for business. My husband worked for a company that helps possible business meetings with live video. They have operations in twenty nations. Bibek invited him to come to India , the hub of Asian business. There are billions of people. Even if he could get business with a million, it is millions of rupaiyah.
Bibek was a good listener and astute businessman. And interested in business on the bed. My husband said, in an evening in Moscow suburb, he met his girl friend. He was walking by a shop, a young man came to them and said that his sister was available for five American Dollars. What a great business opportunity. He followed his new friend into an alley, where he met Katya, hungry for drugs. Bur her keen eye found more than drugs in my husband’s eyes. It was a flame of friendship, true love. My husband sang his own version of dancing queen by Abba that night. He sent a text message to me that night saying that he saved a soul from destruction.
Katya was a decent home loving girl. She was tall. I met her at this night in the back yard of Bibek’s mansion. She told well about my husband. It seems, there are two nails in her tire at the moment she met him. That is a fine Russian way of saying my husband’s eyes focused on her thighs, as I would like to put it in Malayalam. She was sipping finest red wine in Czechoslovakian crystal. She is into fried chicken breast with hot sauce. Her legs were long and the red dress made her appear immaculate. Katya goes to gym every week day. So her body is firm, that her boobs can safely handle the pressure of many loving young hands.
We enjoyed each other’s company and sat close to one another. Forget the business talks, we are women and want a heart to heart talk. When Katya sat, her tits are big and nipples are thick. You can see them showing through. Her legs parted in a triangular form. Mighty fucking machine, I thought.
It is getting late, and Vaisakha sndhya is getting cold. Bibek came out into the back yard. There was a foot light at the back. Then there is a pond. Bibek loves the pond. On very special occasions, Bibek invites his special guest to the back yard pond and have a party there. The pond has fishes. There is a Bihari girl that help him catch the good fish and fry it for the guests. I went near her to help prepare the fish. There is a neem tree on the other side. At the farther point is a ravine. There are few concrete steps to the ravine. It was built by his parents, when he was young. Then there is a tall tree. The bottom of it is raised with a Tualsi like plant. There were idols of Krishna and hanuman. It is a sacred place. May be the gods looked after Bibek when he was young and knotty.
Katya stood by the side of the ravine with a few flowers in hand and the stars up above blinking in adoration. It is a moment when nature and her best creation joined together in time. Bibek came out with a yellow garland and adorned Katya with flowers. Ah, the ice queen is the focus piece of the moment and she knew that. We all ate the fried fish from Bibek’s pond. Good job bhaiyyah.
This is the best Vaisakha sandhya I have ever seen. I almost slept in the back yard had not my husband shock me. I know he still loves me. He is in town with me. He had enough of Katya. I also wanted desi sex today.
We immediately returned to aside room with a bed. I said I have pain in back. He brought pindathylam kuzhampu and massaged my back. It went to my butt cheeks and into the cleavage. Soon, his fingers began . To grab my pussy from behind. Come-on young man, where is your dick?
I know that his dick won’t maintain an erection when I need it. Yeah, a true man. A true man will not be there when a woman need him. What a fate for the woman who fall for them.
He called my bum a ckakka. It is varikka chakka, I’m sure. Come and have it. He began pullingmy hairs. It aroused me. I pushed him down and went on top of him. When I rubbed his dick I felt very high. I regained my husband here in Kolkotha. I won him back. Katya, where are you now?
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