My name is Preeti, and I am writing this story on behalf of Nalini. I hope you all enjoy it and show me your love with your likes and comments. So, without further ado, let’s dive into her story. Here you go.
My name is Nalini, and I am 27 years old. I have been married for five years to Ramesh, who is 45 years old. It was an arranged marriage, as this is our custom. We live in a small town in southern India, but I grew up in the big city.
My husband’s alliance came highly recommended by my relatives, so the marriage was quickly finalised without delay. I only saw Ramesh before marriage, and he seemed like a nice man. He is tall, dark, and handsome. Kind of everything you desire in a good-looking husband.
We have a two-year-old daughter now. My hubby is a well-established businessman and has no interest in sex. Maybe Ramesh has no interest in having sex with me, but that’s a topic for another day.
The only time I remember Ramesh fucking the hell out of me was during our honeymoon, right here in this house, in our bedroom. I don’t know why or how, but he was an animal for those three whole days.
My dream honeymoon started with me waiting for Ramesh sitting on our flower-decorated marital bed with high expectations. I was all decked up in gold and diamond jewellery from head to toe, wearing an expensive bridal Kanchipuram silk saree.
Ramesh entered past midnight, highly intoxicated, and pushed me down roughly on the bed like I was some cheap whore waiting to be used and abused. There was not a word spoken. No romantic talks. Just nothing at all. He forcibly ripped my expensive bridal dress to shreds.
The force with which he tore off my clothes left injury marks all over my body. I was being tossed around like a toy all the time. Most of my jewellery went flying in multiple directions. My dreams of an ideal romantic honeymoon were trashed.
He handled me with such force that it felt like I had multiple ligament tears, making me scream in pain. Without any foreplay, he lined up his cock and pushed it inside in one hard thrust, making me scream my lungs out.
My first penetration was extremely painful and caused lots of bleeding, but despite that, Ramesh continued to pound me unrelentingly. The next 20-30 minutes were pure torture. I was hoping and praying that someone in the house would come to my rescue, but no help came.
Ramesh ravaged me countless times all night and then every day for three full days. My pain or screams did not affect him. It looked like he was deaf to my pleas, and all that mattered to him was raping the hell out of me. Maybe he had taken Viagra or something like that for those three days.
All that I can remember is that he didn’t care about my condition and forced me brutally. I was served tea and food on the bed, but no one bothered to take pity on me, seeing my condition. For most of my honeymoon, I was literally passed out, but that didn’t stop Ramesh from continuing his repeated assaults.
It took me more than a week to get out of bed and another full week before I could walk normally again. From that day till I got pregnant, he didn’t miss a single chance to bang me whenever he felt like it. The day I told him about my pregnancy, he stopped and didn’t even touch me again.
In a way, I felt relieved because of the horrendous ordeal that I experienced. In my seventh month of pregnancy, I went back to my parents’ place for my delivery. I stayed there till my baby girl turned one. Then I came back to my in-laws’ house.
I was missing sex, but what transpired was the same repeat rough banging experience. Thankfully, it was not so frequent now. Ramesh banged me whenever he felt like it, which was very unpredictable. My in-laws had moved to their own house, leaving us to live on our own.
I wasn’t enjoying this rough sex, but as they say, some sex is better than no sex. Within six months of my returning to my husband’s house, my sex life had nearly come to a standstill. Even if Ramesh fucked me once in a few months, then it would be a very big deal.
Then, some months later, I began feeling the urge for sex, but that remained an unrealised dream. Ramesh has a horrible temper, and the silliest of things can trigger him. So, I didn’t dare to ask him or even hint at sex.
Maybe I am the abnormal one because I have a strong urge for sex now, but I can’t help it. After all, I am also human at the end of the day. All I can do is to accept the way my life is and to live with it. Because of this, there is no love between us.
He loves our baby girl a lot because in his family and extended family, she is the first female child to be born. Now we have sex so rarely that I can’t even remember the last time we did it. I have never experienced foreplay with Ramesh, even though I am desperate to experience it.
I have been reading stories on this website for a long time. I, too, yearn and dream about enjoying really good sex one day. My knowledge of sex is limited to what I have read in the stories.
In real life, the only position I know is missionary. I am yet to experience my first proper orgasm, which I have read about in so many sex stories. I think you need to really enjoy sex with your partner to experience an orgasm. But with Ramesh, it is just hard and rough banging.
So I resort to reading stories here and fingering myself to satisfy my urges. That is the best choice I have. I don’t dare to look outside for sexual relief from other men. You can call me a coward; it doesn’t matter to me.
By this time, I was also on antidepressant medication to keep my sanity. I have read all the stories by Preeti and many other authors. A few of those stories, particularly about Sabitri, Karishma, Reena, Laila and Anita, really intrigued me and quickly became my mainstream fantasies.
I was now horny all the time, visualising myself as the lead character in those stories. The intensity of my orgasms greatly improved. But the orgasms you experience when masturbating yourself compared to the ones you experience while being with a real man are beyond comparison.
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My frustration, fuelled by the urge to experience really good sex, was driving me insane. I was getting irritable for no reason. I felt compelled to reach out to Preeti regarding her stories. I finally got in touch with her to understand if what was written in her stories was fantasy.
I was surprised to learn that all her stories were based on real-life incidents. So, if it was written there, it actually happened in someone’s life. Then I shared the details of my life and other details with her. She confidently came back, telling me that if I wanted, I too could enjoy life like the women in her stories.
The best part was that she was willing to guide me to experience everything I dreamt about. Then I shared with her all my challenges and restrictions, and the small town in which I live. Despite this, she still stuck to her statement with full confidence, saying it was still very possible.
All that I needed was to make up my mind to take the plunge. I took some time off to think about this because for me, this was going to be a very BIG life-changing decision. I had to consider all the risks and consequences that came with it. One small mistake and my marriage would be ruined.
My husband would divorce me without second thoughts. My In-laws would throw me out without doubt. My parents would definitely disown me, leaving me to fend for myself. There was no way I could support myself and my baby on my own. So I had a lot at stake here to take lightly.
A few months flew by, wherein I would desperately pray to god every night that my hubby would get in the mood for sex, but that never happened. My frustration grew with each passing day, and my desperation reached new heights.
I spent countless nights fingering myself to a release while my husband slept snoring right next to me. Finally, nearly six more months later, I gave up all hope on Ramesh… my husband. I made up my mind because I knew I didn’t deserve to suffer like this, especially because it is not my fault!!!
I deserved a better life, and I was determined to get what I wanted, of course, without taking any stupid risks. So I spoke to her about my decision to finally take the plunge for some sexual relief from other men. We discussed all the men with whom I frequently interact on a daily basis.
I never have and never will have anything against people from lower/ smaller backgrounds. Be it a worker, a cleaner or my husband’s rich business partner and friends. All are equal and the same for me. Oh, I forgot to mention, I am between dusky and whitish in complexion, typical of women from central India.
But at the same time, I am also blessed with a decent figure which still turns heads for a second look… especially from men. I know this for sure because, before marriage, almost all of my boyfriends said this same thing about me.
Before marriage, I only engaged in having my boobs sucked or caressed from above my clothes and gave hand jobs in return. I wanted to save my cherry only for my husband, and I regret that decision every single day. My breasts were a C cup, but have grown after my pregnancy.
I am presently 34DD-28-34 and 5-7” in height. My nipples, especially when I am aroused, can grow as big as grapes, extending to nearly a centimetre. So despite my wearing a bra, my nipples easily show, especially when I am aroused. I used to also be a marathon runner till before marriage.
But family restrictions on do’s and don’ts after my marriage changed everything. Thanks to my regular yoga, I still have maintained my nearly hourglass figure. I have perfectly tear-drop shaped breasts, which sag a little now due to their size.
I know my boobs are unusually large for my frame, but then they are also the main reason why I grab all the male attention. I am still breastfeeding my baby girl, so I do have milk in my tits, which also makes them bigger and sag even more…
Because of my present stressed mental condition, the milk supply from my breasts was directly affected. So I was unable to feed my baby enough and had to supplement with other feeds. I also have a perfectly flat tummy and firm, round buttocks, which is the other main reason why I attract attention from men.
Having read so many stories, I know what men desire and which parts of a woman’s figure attract them the most. I watched videos to learn how to walk such that my butt sways enticingly.
You can say that I might have exhibitionist tendencies, but I don’t care because I want to bask in all the public male attention I can get. It’s not my fault that my husband doesn’t find me attractive while other men do, so my best choice is to find solace in the latter.
I don’t have any restrictions on what I wear, but despite this, I stick to traditional sarees or salwar kameez covered with a dupatta when I step outside my house. After all, we live in a small town, and women here are used to being conservatively dressed at all times.
Young college girls do dress up in modern clothes, but in nothing more than jeans and t-shirts/shirt tops. I do wear jeans and tops outside the house, but only when attending parties with my husband.
Ramesh gets some ego boost when people appreciate how good I look while comparing me to other women at the party. I do wear a sports bra under my t-shirt and tight yoga pants during exercise time. I enjoy wearing tall heels, but only when I am alone.
When I am with Ramesh, I only wear flat footwear. He gets an inferiority complex and a big ego hit when I look taller than him. On the day of our wedding, I was wearing stilettoes, which I had specifically bought for this occasion. Accidentally, I ended up looking slightly taller than him.
Ramesh shouted at me, making a big scene in front of everyone on stage, to change into flat footwear. I quietly did as he said. In our conservative society, women are not allowed to talk back or argue with their husbands. I do yoga every day early in the morning.
It was instantly decided that I will move to doing yoga on my front lawn from tomorrow. Since my husband and baby are asleep during my yoga time, I didn’t have anything to worry about. So from the next morning, I started doing my yoga at 6 am on my front lawn.
I was super conscious to see who was going to notice me today… Just the anticipation of trying something naughty like this gave me goosebumps. A few people passed while on their morning walks. But the first man to notice me properly was Ramu, our night duty neighbourhood security guard.
He was on his regular rounds. Ramu has a dark skin tone akin to that of Indian people from our part of the country. But at the same time, he looks pretty fit considering he might be in his mid-fifties despite sporting a small pot belly. I have never considered him from a sexual angle till now.
But today I was eager because I had read some stories where men like Ramu are pretty good in bed despite their age. He saw me doing yoga on my front lawn and stopped outside my gate to take a second look. I pretended not to notice him, which encouraged him to stop for longer and watch me very keenly.
I could feel Ramu’s eyes feasting on my entire body, especially my big tits, when I was bending over and stretching on purpose. I could see his right hand moving down there. But my gate was covering it so that I couldn’t see properly. My best guess was that his hand was playing with the boner in his pants.
I caught him staring red-handed, and that embarrassed him. But I was quick to give him a friendly smile, and that worked. Ramu again looked at me, smiling back with a little hesitation this time. I gave him a BIG lively smile in return, which lit up his face. I felt very elated with my first achievement of the day.
Ramu left when my next audience arrived. There were two old uncles from the neighbourhood who were out on their morning walk. After a quick look, I recognised them from the next block. They too looked like they were in their mid-fifties.
I have met them many times in the neighbourhood supermarket, so they were familiar faces. But till now it was only a friendly hi or bye whenever we met. The same thing that happened with the security guard earlier has now repeated with the two old men.
Both of them had their hands moving down there, unfortunately, hidden behind my gate. This time, I could hear whispers between them. Both were discussing something while looking keenly at me. I purposely did some more bending over poses so I could attract their attention by showing off my big tits and cleavage.
I felt their eyes lustily scanning my entire body, especially my big tits and butt, because of my tight yoga clothes. I turned around abruptly and caught them red-handed, drooling over my body. I could see I had startled and embarrassed them. I quickly smiled back to diffuse this uncomfortable situation.
They were taken by surprise at my smile and came to their senses quickly, and smiled at me very eagerly. This time, too, I gave them both a BIG lively smile as I did with Ramu, and it worked. Both of them were super happy and excitedly smiling from ear to ear.
I felt so happy and super elated that my list of male admirers was already growing on my first day. A few minutes later, my milkman’s son Suresh came to deliver fresh milk. Both uncles rushed from there, seeing Suresh park his bike outside my gate.
To Be Continued.
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